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#okay im alerting the bees.
mcytblrsexymen · 1 year
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Highlights from the Mod Chat Pt. 2
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[ID: discord message from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: why are you telling me what's bumming people out on twitter]
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[ID: discord message from fake GeorgeNotFound fan, reading: I saw that. First of all, who is out here saying we have principles, It has been reacted to with the Clap emoji 10 times.]
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[ID: discord message replying to Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: get gud, I started in he... the reply from number one howl simp reads: whats the term for skill issue but in reverse. thats u it has been reacted to with the Laugh emoji three times]
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[ID: discord message from fake GeorgeNotFound fan, reading: looked at this message, went over to Spotify to type in the song I wanted to lsiten to and go halfway through typing "Wilbur soot" instead It has been reacted to with the Laugh emoji five times]
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[ID: discord message from classically trained drabbler, reading: okay im getting back to voter frauding]
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[ID: message from SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP, reading: tumblr this is a terrible message to give me because now i know i can try Homestuck01 on accounts en masse and eventually get into one an image of a tumblr alert reading "That password is known to be included in compromised password lists. Please choose something more unique."]
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[ID: discord message from Fiending Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, with a picture of the GoodTimesWithScar v Technoblade poll attached. The messages read: Someone reported it for mature content I appealed]
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[ID: discord message from roxxy, reading: in ither news i need you all to know i just sent a bee to hell with a hose it has been reacted to with the CryCatScream emoji six times]
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[ID: discord message from a capricious and willful god, reading: doc officially won rendoc divorce]
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[ID: discord message from [binaural + bisexual], reading: IS THIS HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOUR TEAM WINS THE SUPERBOWL It has been reacted to with the Laugh emoji seven times]
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[ID: discord message from Fiending Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: holy shit that poll was a thousand years of battle]
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[ID: discord conversation: [Binaural + Bisexual]: loving the grian fans cheering for his demise SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP: we did it for the daily-grian mod husband even let me vote on his account i love being married the first message from sexylampnap has been reacted to 7 times with the 100 emoji]
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[ID: discord from [binaural + bisexual], responding to an image from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs: okay so here's the deal: you play stupid games you get blocked it has been reacted to once with the 100 emoji]
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[ID: discord message from former leash kid, reading: i wont start shit [two "press x to doubt" reacts] promise]
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[ID: discord message from VOTE FOR TECHNOBLADE, reading: Tbh I think I'm gonna rally the techno voters (all 1.5 of them who follow me) to vote for scar because our block guy deserves to get beaten by the sexyman champion it has been reacted with the 100 emoji 3 times]
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[ID: discord messag from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: the siren song of infographics]
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[ID: discord message from Fiendsish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: instructions unclear: who? a photo of a twitter comment from loeufmf reading "I WANT THAT TWINK OBTLIRATED" is attached]
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[ID: discord message from undercover weeb, reading: I'm fairly certain Wilbur would be delighted to have sexual tension with Grian it has been reacted to twice with the pointing emoji]
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[ID: discord message from Fiendish Bots/Glorious SIdeblogs, reading: yeah the appropriate way to respond is "excuse me you could balance a glass of champage on this ass" it has been reacted to nine times with the Clap emoji]
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[ID: discord message from classically trained drabbler, reading: he is so cute but also human cleo is disgusting and offputting to me]
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[ID: discord message from roxxy, reading: this is making me emotional, weirdly and its not the q in fishnets...... Hm it has been reacted to four times with the Laugh emoji]
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[ID: discord message reading: I'm seeing mcytblrsecxymen posts being blocked for the word "terf" and I was like damn what fresh discourse is this you're dealing with??? Anyway it's the word quarterfinals it has been reacted to with the Sob emoji four times]
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[ID, discord conversation: classically trained drabbler: listen our guy is fighting here in the trenches alongside us while your guy sips wine and plays his harp away from the battlefield. vote for joe, a guy of the people [binaural + bisexual]: A true sexyman lets other people get their hands dirty]
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[ID: discord message from former leash kid, reading: i think i'm going to vote etho bc it's what doc would want from me]
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[ID: discord message reading: listen everything that I'm learning about joe makes him seem like the coolest guy ever actually like. damn I would sit down to drink with him. however quackity looks like a lesbian in that one photoshoot so like recognizes like and whatever It has been reacted to two times with the 100 emoji and three times with Pensive]
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[ID: discord conversation: SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP: i live voter fraud c/ping passeords is the best idea i've ever had classically trained drabbler: guys i know voter fraud is fun and sexy but the joeguys are outnumbered 40 to one pls be nice to us SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP: IM EVIL]
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[ID: discord message from [binaural + bisexual], reading: bad sleep schedules rule the polls, 😔 it has been reacted to three times with the Pensive emoji]
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[ID: discord conversation: Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, attaching an image of a tumblr comment where user honq said "IF YOU VOTE QUACKITY I"LL DRAW ETHO AND HIM KISSING!" [binaural + bisexual]: that is a fascinating offer]
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[ID: discord message reading: I was on call w her and my mum today talking about how much fun I'm having and my mother wanted to see what the fuss was about so she googled "Minecraft poll" and said wow they do one every year! it has been reacted to six times with the Laugh emoji and eight times with the Joy emoji]
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[ID: discord message reading: now time to throw my whole ass into voting for cleo thank god I am a feminist]
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deltamothsblog · 16 days
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if deltamoth had tumblr
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🪨 the-pebbler-2 Follow
ranking another rock submission on my tier list. no u cant see it.
⚒️ welshstonecarver Follow
*looks at you* *looks at you* *looks at you* *looks a
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what the hell man
#where did he come from where did he go... #PREV SHUT THE FUCK UP LMAO #who is this guy. someone tell me. im going to fucking GET HIM.
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[ BALL UPDATE ]
Loading Plagues... Done! Loading Colors... Done! Loading Images [233 of 233]... Done!
Ball Update Completed.
#i'm going to inflict SOOO many plagues..,. #ball update
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💜 meepist Follow
me when there is food
in the fridge
but i don want it
#guh #im sooooooooo hungry #starving white woman
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🎆 what-month-is-it-bot Follow
happy March 2024!!!
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#wuh
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🚑 post-lobotomy-arc Follow
everything seems okay so far i think the lobotomy was a success
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ouh..... brian hurt....
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uh. are you okay
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tumer
#LITERALLY ME #reblog
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📁 appdata Follow
mmmmm minecraft/saves/coolworld7
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STOP EATING MY SAVE DATA!!!!!!
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nuh uhhh they so yummy
#what the FUCK >:(
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🍺 alcohol-dependency Follow
ouhhh.... im so thirty....
@magicballmaster, what should i do?
🔮 magicballmaster Follow
might i suggest a plague
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i
am hopelessly dependent on alcohol but sure will do a plague.
#YIPPIEEEE!!!! #plaguepost
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OFFICIAL NOTICE
Hello, everyone!
It has come to our attention that one of our freelance demolition workers has accidentally blown up Venus.
As a reminder, if you catch any debris falling to earth, please do be sure to mail it to our P.O. box on east mars. This counts as part of your public service for the empire.
Goodbye!
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SIR YES SIR! TO MARS, SIR! OORAH!
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@propogandaman, You are hereby sentenced to 500 decades of incarceration for public display of emotion. Our Galactic Police Force has been alerted to your presence and are rapidly approaching your location.
Please await your sentence. Have a nice day!!
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oh man im TOTALLY getting executed tonight.
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💜 meepist Follow
like eating like eating
like like like eating like eating glass
#bloc party
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🚀 amongusnationalanthem Follow
please raise your right hand for the pledge of amogus
i pledge alleigence to the flag of the united ships of amongus
against the impostor for which we stand
one spaceship, under jerma, moist critical with oxygen and hod dog for all
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and now, please rise for the among us national anthem.
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[over loudspeaker] ooo say can you sus
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🐝 hive-meister Follow
why dont my friends play lethal with me
🪨 the-pebbler-2 Follow
i think youve wiped the entire team with bees.
at least once.
every time we play.
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SHUT UO!!!
CURSE OF A THOUSAND BEES!!! GET HIME!!!!!! 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
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should've been a plague...
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im soooooooo evil.
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how evil.....
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borgorbelly · 9 months
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HELLUVA BOSS S1E8: Queen Bee [MY PERSONAL ANALYSIS/OPINIONS]
hoping these two become the “unlikely” opposite super bestie duo
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despite Loona’s guarded persona taking Bee’s tone over her words I really have hopes that they’ll grow closer.
LETS DECONSTRUCT SOME FACIAL EXPRESSIONS SHALL WE?
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sorry for low quality first pic lets just dive in
okay wait but can we talk about how crisp their facial expressions are? like idk im amazed at how expressive they are for lil animations *sob*
OKAY so as @bibluebutterfly so perfectly highlighted it in a post that wont let me link for whatever reason so im using a screenshot:
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I may be reading Beelzebub wrong but I think she’s pretty genuine. Tone-wise she comes off bitchy but I think that has more to do with her character design being the “HBIC” or popular party girl. Her words matter more than the tone of voice they come off in IMO, and during the episode her words and actions show kindness and genuineness (is that a word?).
Her sin is gluttony, so she’s for funsies, for what you want. Throughout the whole episode we see Beelzebub being pretty much a perfect hostess, making sure everyone is okay and having a good time. Bee also alerts Loona of Blitz not doing well - which, lets be objectively honest here- anyone would want someone to do if their loved one is clearly not okay at a party. So W for Queen Bee on that one.
the only time she gets “spicy” so to speak is when Loona took her words the wrong way and got spicy first. She also is shown apologizing to Tex for being that way toward Loona. though i do hope we see a future scene where they acknowledge this and it sparks their friendship or something.
I do think that the “spat” between Loona and Bee was just a simple miscommunication. Loona took Bee’s words differently than Bee meant them. Beelzebub literally meant Blitz was “not okay” emotionally/on an energetic level. NOT that he was a “not okay” kind of guy. and, at no real fault of her own, Loona took it in a hostile way because of her traumatic history. She’s looking for threats everywhere as a safety precaution, and is being self destructive in the process.
I’ve been seeing discourse about the lack of dimensionality to the writing of the female characters and while it didn’t originally cross my mind i do totally agree and want to acknowledge that here. i’m praying that they’ll fix it by giving us a beautiful friendship between Bee and Loona that is vulnerable and multidimensional and fulfilling. maybe even a lil fruity lmao. i love Tex and Bee together tho don’t get me wrong, i’m just musing atp.
also honorable mention to this post by @stolitz-is-endgame that for some reason again i can’t link:
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okay so that wasn’t really an analysis of the whole episode, just of the parts that’ve been taking up so much of my brain space. but yeah those are my thoughts. apologies if im just saying things everyone thinks/knows i am just excited and love this show and cant hold in my thoughts any longer.
pls if you have anything to add leave a comment!
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Hello Sunshine
A snz ficlet with my OC Dahlia. Enjoy! It’s my first one so..don’t expect anything too great. Im trying my best, I swear.
Short, around 700 words.
Another day at the theatre. Dahlia was alone on the stage, hammering together wood. This set was nearly done. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, and sniffed lightly. It was dark inside the theatre, barely any light. A single beam shone through the nearly closed door. This job was so tedious, she—
Ow!
Dahlia winced as she banged the hammer onto her finger. She shook her hand into the air, as if somehow that would alleviate the pain.
This was so frustrating, and she was so incredibly sick of working on this set. For about a week now, she’d come into the theatre and worked on the set pieces. It didn’t help no one ever bothered to clean the stage until show day. It was coated with a layer of dust and lint.
Suddenly, the door swung fully open. A tall man with light brown hair walked onto the stage. It was her friend Leo. “Hey.” He smiled crookedly.
“Hello.” Dahlia replied with her back turned, too entranced with her work. “I brought you a sandwich.” He placed a brown paper bag next to her.
“What’s in it?” “Peanut butter. I’m gonna be outside waiting. You’re almost done, right?”
“Mhm. Thank you.”
Leo hopped off the stage and exited the building. Dahlia continued working. She subconsciously scrubbed at her nose. After a minute, she found herself bringing her hand back up to her nose and rubbed it furiously. It was at this moment she realized her nose itched. In fact, she felt tears forming in her eyes. It itched badly. She paused her work to stare into space, wondering if this itch would ever turn into a sneeze.
“hH..hih—” She hitched softly, but the itch retreated at the last second. It was..dusty in here, and now her nose was on high alert. Ugh. This was annoying, but was to be expected. The dust always got to her, no matter what. “hH!” Her breath snagged in the middle of her thoughts. “Hih! hah! hh..ah? Shihht.” She groaned at the shyness of her sneeze.
She could feel the dust circulating in the room, and the more time she stayed in the theatre, the sooner she would become an irritated disaster. Dahlia stood up to admire her handiwork and scrubbed at her nose vigorously. She examined the set pieces and concluded that they could use a paint touch up.
Dahlia went to the back, sniffling and scrunching her nose. She felt it was red by now, and it was. She opened a paint can and felt the tickle in her nose surge into a powerful burning sensation.
“HAah!” She hitched involuntarily. The scent of the paint could make her nose itch, but now her nose was practically burning in fury. That dust must have made her extra sensitive because..wow.
She had never had to sneeze this badly, and still hadn’t sneezed. It was refusing to come out. “Hih! Ehh! Hehh.. Ugh!” It felt like there were bees in her nose, buzzing angrily and impatiently.
Dahlia sighed and put a finger under her freckled, red nose. She brought the paint out to the stage and touched up her paint job.
The mixture of a fresh coat of paint and dust was irritating beyond belief. “Cohhh…Come out alrehh—already!” Dahlia exclaimed.
Okay. She was finished, finally she could leave this hellhole of allergic misery. Dahlia put away the set and walked out the building, hitching all the way.
“Ah…HeH! Hhh..ehh!”
Finally, she swung the door open. Oh.
2 hours spent in a dark theatre, now she was outside in broad daylight. She had forgetten how easily light could make her sneeze.
“HHhH!”
“Hey Dahlia!..You good?” Leo said as he greeted her. Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden light. She gasped loudly.
“Eh! Hih! HAA—H’RASCHOO!” Dahlia erupted with the loudest, strongest sneeze of her life.
“Oh jeez, what happened?” Leo asked, surprised.
“I..huh..the paint wahh..wAS’HRESCHOO! ‘ISHHIEW! Eh..EHH! EKSCIEW! Snff!”
“Uh. You okay?” Leo tapped her shoulder. “Yeah. I’m ohh..okay. Dust..paint..” Dahlia panted.
“Let’s get you home. You’re a mess.” Leo smiled faintly. “Thahh..H’RSChOO! Thangks.”
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MAJOR OMORI SPOILERS!!!
Okay OMORI gang as animals go!
Sunny: a cat! He’s quiet and cute but also known to bottle up his emotions until he explodes. Many cats are like that and can’t show how there feeling until they lash out. Cats also symbolise rebirth, curiousity and elegance as well as independence. Sunny is constantly using rebirth in his dreams when he kills Basil as OMORI and is always curious even if it’s dangerous. Like how he opens the door when he hears maris voice although he knows its a trap and how he wants to know the truth even if it could hurt him in the good/Sunny ending
Basil: A bee because while he can be cute and also helps others a lot (e.g pollinating, helping everything come to fruition), he can also be a deadly little motherfucker and sting the shit out of you (CoUgH* Sunny’s eye- *cOuGh*). Bees also represent fertility, generousity, and dedication. Basil is very dedicated to his friends in the game, with him helping sunny and all but also dedicated to his friends so much that it becomes a flaw as he stays in denial over his friends murder that he will take an eye out take away who he believes is the murderer, something.
Aubrey: Tasmanian devil! While incredibly threatening in looks and has the possibility to be seriously dangerous Tasmanian devils prefer to flee. Tasmanian devils can be quite terrifying when threatened but otherwise like to avoid fights just like how in Aubrey’s attack animation, while she appears with her nail bat, never actually hits you with it out im fear of hurting you seriously. But they will attack in self Defense. Tasmanian devils represent change, righteous anger and strength along with the meaning that only you can change what’s happening now. Aubrey is angry because she believes shes been abandoned and has every right to get angry, that’s her belief. Her strength refuses to let her crumble and she lashes out instead of falling apart at this belief and takes out what she believes to be righteous fury on Basil as she believes he scratched out the photos.
Kel: sugar glider! He’s cute and adorable and also hyperactive as FUCK. Sugar gliders also mean cleverness and to do whatever they have set out to do aka determination. Kel has a lot of determination to help his friends in game. Kel is also a lot smarter than he seems and helped many through grief by his smarts of knwoing how to help others. He constantly persists through the odds and flys high like how sugar gliders do.
Hero: DOGGO! I had two for hero but thought this suited him better. Hero is a nice and calm perosn who is very sensitive to his emotions, but knows when to reign them in usually. Dogs represent loyalty, faithfulness, love and guidance as well as alertness. Often he knows when a fight is incoming and calms it down (eg aubrey and kel) and can sense when someone isn’t feeling right. He is also called universally loved in the game as he is so in tune with his surroundings and loyal to Mari and his friends. Dogs are also known to tell when the people around them are feeling certain ways and either try to cheer them up or reflect there owners emotions. He has faith in their bonds and guides the group when lost. Also the other option for him is as a peacock as well because cmon we all know he can charm others-
Mari: a hummingbird! Hummingbirds represent peace, happiness, the enjoyment of life and healing! In the game Mari is always a positive thinker and also a perfectionist. while this can make her stresssful she also reflects on this bad trait by being quite relieving when others are under stress due to experiencing such stress. In the game especially in the sunny/good ending route she is seen guiding and helping all fo the gang, especially sunny, through their healing over grief and their loss. She is the groundbreaker for sunny to find out the truth and apologise and tell this truth. She made the group happy and kept peace and tried to help then heal after her death. She is so positive that even as a ghost she influences the ones she cares about to be better.
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faunusrights · 3 years
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HELP ME
okay i have spent like two hours looking for a really specific bees fic that i read like two (three? [four? time is fake]) months ago and i really liked it but forgot to bookmark it and i'm looking for it and i cannot. CANNOT. find it because for some reason i'm putting all the tags in i assume it would have and have turned up short in every respect. so now i turn to the audience for help.
it's a fic about blake becoming a smokejumper after she and adam cause some widescale (mostly unintentional [on blake's part anyway]) arson in her Youth, and she meets yang ruby nora and weiss during the training stage. they all graduate and team RWBY work together leaping into forests and clearing the way to stop full wildfires. blake and yang have the big dokis and all that jazz. then adam shows up, threatens yang, tries to kill her, blake panics and go to sun and neptune's to hide away who then convince her to go BACK to RWBY and apologise for being a clown. also it's a modern au set in america. also there's background schneekos and seamonkeys. i remember this well.
i have tagged for all of the above and found nothing can someone PLEASE tell me if this fic is fucking real or not i feel like im going NUTS,
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rachaelswrites · 2 years
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Bug Off
Sebastian Stan x Daughter!reader
Word Count: 535
Requested By: Anonymous
hiii i love ur fics sm omg, could you do a sebastian stan x adopted!daughter where reader has severe entomophobia and sees a small bug then gets a panic / anxiety attack. its totally ok if you dont write it i dont mind <3
Warnings: Fear of bugs, panic/anxiety attack, let me know if I miss any
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Sebastian didn’t realize how bad your fear of bugs was until now. He knew you always made him kill any bugs you found in the house and you would run away from any bugs you saw while at the park or while hiking. He just assumed it was a normal fear of bugs like most people had but it wasn’t. It was much more intense.
Since you had gone with your dad to Atlanta to film The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, you got to watch him and Anthony film scenes and you got to hang out with them in between takes. You were older now so you didn’t have to stay in a trailer all day so you liked getting to watch your dad act.
Today, the crew were filming scenes outside near a warehouse located near the woods. You knew how bad your fear of bugs was so you stayed alert and on the lookout for any creepy crawlers around. A few fly by your head here and there but you managed to keep your cool about it since the cameras were rolling. Once they stopped, you moved away from that spot and went over to your dad.
“Having fun?” he asked as you wrapped your arms around him. He never minded you being clingy like this, “I think we’re almost done for now.”
“Good,” you said, “There’s a lot of bugs here. I don’t like it.”
“They won’t hurt you Y/n,” Sebastian said, “They’re too tiny for that.”
“What about bees? And spiders? And mosquitos? They all bite and sting,” you argued back.
“Point made,” he said, leaning down and kissing the top of your head, “Look there’s one now,” he said, pointing at a spot on the ground.
You screamed and hid behind your dad, nearly pulling him down to the ground, “Get it away.”
“It’s teeny tiny Y/n. It won’t hurt you,” he said again.
You shook your head as your dad stepped forward towards the bug. He bent down and picked up a stick, lifting up the bug and showing it to you, “See?”
You shook your head again and you felt your chest start to tighten. You were finding it harder and harder to breathe which Sebastian noticed.
“Baby it’s okay,” he said, dropping the stick on the ground and going over to you, “It’s okay.”
“No it’s right there,” you said, pointing to the stick.
“I promise it won’t get you,” he said, taking a hold of your shoulders and hugging you. He rubbed circles on your back, something that always helped whenever you had a panic/anxiety attack, “It’s over there and we’re over here.”
“Can we go back to your trailer? I don’t want to be around it,” you said softly.
“Of course we can,” he said, leading you back to his trailer, “I didn’t realize bugs freaked you out so much Y/n. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know. I probably should have told you,” you said.
“I mean, I knew you were scared of them but I didn’t realize it was a phobia. I’ll make sure not to do that again. And that other people know that also.”
“Thank you.”
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The Class Group Chat
17 23, Tuesday
"Caline Bustier" created this group.
Caline Bustier: Good afternoon class. After some fatal incidents with akumas, the school has decided that a group chat is needed for each class, so evacuation is easier and we can be alerted quicker of a student is trapped, ensuring the safety of all students and making Ladybug and Cat Noir's job less stressful.
"Doggo" has joined.
Doggo: Oi mates!
"Sk8r Girl" has joined.
Sk8r Girl: lol
Caline Bustier: Kim and Alix, please use your real names.
Doggo: Awwww
"Sk8r Girl" has changed their name to "Alix".
"Doggo" has changed their name to "Kim".
"Alya", "Rose", "Max" and "Nathaniel" have joined.
Alya: hey y'all!
Rose: hiiii 😊
Max: Good evening everyone.
Nathaniel: Hello
Caline Bustier: Good evening Max, Rose, Alya and Nathaniel.
Rose: is Juleka here
Max: Negative
Rose: really?😦 she said she was in
Alya: maybe its her wifi
"Juleka" has joined.
Rose: juleka!
Juleka: Hi.
"DJBoi" has joined.
DJBoi: Oops
"DJBoi" has changed their name to "Nino".
Nino: hi everyone!
Rose: hi! 😁
Max: Good evening.
Juleka: Hi.
Alya: hey babe ;)
Nino: Hey babe 😚
Caline Bustier: Nino and Alya, please keep all affectionate texts in private messages.
Alya: sorry ms bustier
Nino: oops
"Sabrina", "Queen Bee", "Mylene" and "Ivan" have joined.
Sabrina: Hi!
Alya: hey Sabrina
Nino: 'sup
Mylene: Hello
Queen Bee: Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!
Alya: ???
Alix: the heck Chloe? 😑
Caline Bustier: Alix, please do not use vulgar language in this chat.
Alix: Sorry mademoiselle
Nino: where's Ivan?
Mylene: he's offline. probably napping
Alya: where's ma girl Marinette
Nathaniel: she never joined
Caline Bustier: May someone please remind Adrien, Marinette and Lila to join the group chat?
Alya: ill get marinette
Alya: marinette isn't home and she isn't answering her phone.
Nino: I'll try and reach Adrien
Nino: DUUUUUUUUDE!!!
Caline Bustier: Nino, please do not display such behaviour.
Alix: this isn's private chat you dummy
Caline Bustier: Alix, I said not to use vulgar language.
Alix: 😶 sorry miss
"Adrien" and "Marinette" have joined.
Adrien: Hi, sorry for coming late.
Caline Bustier: It's alright, Adrien.
Alya: Gurlll, where r u?
Rose: where's marinette?
Adrien: she's here
Alya: we know that but where is she?
Adrien: and I said here.
Nino: where's here???
Adrien: in the locker room
Alix: wth are you two still doing at school? its 5 o'clock?
Caline Bustier: Alix.
Alix: sorryyyyyyyyy
Alya: ooooh, you two doin dirty stuff? ;)
Adrien: what's that?
Rose: don't poison the child Alya 😡
Alya: oops, sorry
Caline Bustier: Adrien, what are you doing in school his late and why is Marinette not responding?
Adrien: Marinette's trying to connect to my hotspot
Marinette: hi, what'd i miss?
Alya: why are you in school so late?
Marinette: what?
Alix: don't try to lie. Adrien told us
Marinette: *privately to Adrien* you told them where we were???
Adrien: *privately to Marinette* yes, why not? we jumped in here after the akuma attack
Marinette: *privately to Adrien* you're jeorpadizing our identities!
Adrien: *privately to Marinette* plz ur overreacting. im sure there are other things people would think we were doing
Marinette: *privately to Adrien* like what???
Adrien: *privately to Marinette* like eating pasta or doing silly dances or just chillin in a locker room
Marinette: *privately to Adrien* think of a good excuse or no kisses for a month
Adrien: *privately to Marinette* :( umm, we wanted to study and feel the aura and illusion we were in school for upmost concentration?
Marinette: ...youre a moron
Alya: excuse me???
Marinette: shoot, that wasnt for you
Caline Bustier: Marinette, please do not use such vulgar language in this chat.
Marinette: sorry miss bustier
Nathaniel: wait, so u two are in the same room but talking thru private chat???
Marinette: ...
Rose: okay, now what were you two doing? 🤨
Nino: yh dudes, what?
Caline Bustier: Yes, I would also like to know. School is closed and both of you should not still be in the locker room.
Marinette: uh, we...
Marinette: *privately to Adrien* THINK OF AN EXCUSE QUICK!
Adrien: how about... we were making out in a locker?
Marinette: PRIVATE CHAT YOU DUMMY!
Adrien: shoot
Alya: 😱😱😱
Nino: WHAT?!
Rose: 😨
Nathaniel: wait, what-
Queen Bee: WHAT??!!!
Mylene: 😯
Kim: 😱😂
Marinette: NOOOOO THATS NOT WHAT WE WERE DOING!!!!
Alix: LOLLL U EXPOSED MAR 🤣🤣🤣
Marinette: I FREAKING HATE U RIGHT NOW AGRESTE 😡😡
Adrien: :'(
Caline Bustier: Marinette, Adrien, please watch your language in this chat.
Queen Bee: RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!
Alya: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE DATING!!!
Alya: BESTIE YOU BETRAYETH ME!!! 😡😡😡
Alix: ROTFL
Nino: DUDE TMI
Caline Bustier: Please stop misusing this chat.
Alya: gurl where r u?!
Nino: dude, i think shes dead
Alix: she def killed Adrien lolll
Mylene: i cant believe they were dating!
Kim: Marinette is definitely not showing up to school tomorrow
Max: I apologize everyone. My internet logged me out of our chat due to some problems. What's all this about Adrien and Marinette dying?
Kim: read the chat
Max: Oh wow. I did not predict this.
"Lila" has joined.
Lila: Hey guys, what'd I miss?
...
im now posting on mondays and saturdays, just in case anyone would like to know
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chekhovs-harpoon · 2 years
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sayer relisten thots, s1
sayers a smug manipulative asshole thats why i find it sexy but
i got so used to the uwu in love with hale and has something approximating a conscience version of sayer that exists in my brain and arguably s4 onwards that i forgot how much it delighted in tormenting ppl early on
like, it sounded so happy when it explained to that guy that he's gonna be stuck frozen in space for 200 years unable to die, or when it was trying over and over agian to give hale a bee phobia
i can Clearly See where ocean got it from
that said tho, it still had some cute moments, like that ep where sven was on break and there weren't any alerts but sayer kept bothering him to talk shit abt how their other coworkers kept bothering it for love advice sksksk
okay like fr WHO is asking sayer for love advice
and like,,, naught 2 eps later, here's sayer giving sven unsolicited love advice
i distinctly remember in the s1 q and a that they had to cut out a section of ep 4(i think) wherein sayer was excitedly describing sven's clothes as he was getting dressed for work, cuz it was too "kawaii" adam's words not mine
but i think some of it still came thru in the ep cuz sayer sounded peppier than normal cuz it kept heaping sven praise like "good job," "perfect," "excellent" etc for every little task
i am choosing to interpret that, even this early on, sayer noted sven/hale as especially valuable (at least by the standards it usually values ppl by)
prolly cuz he has no connection to earth which is a thing he shares with sayer, which sayer pointed out here and again in s4 when they were on a space walk date lol
i forgot that sayer called sven a cowboy and that he should be proud of himself for that
also, sayer normally sounds detached or delighted when leading ppl to their deaths but,
it sounded genuinely??? concerned??? in the finale where it noticed that he was acting weird and is bleeding and it wanted him to comply with its orders and not die
also, it's really charming hearing the early eps of a pod and seeing them figure out their show as they go
like,,, during the first couple of eps, they haven't nailed down the sayer voice yet, like,, i could hear adam just doing a voice thru a lot of it cuz the breaths weren't cut out and it isn't as deep and the filters are different
there were also some retcons like, sayer offhandedly mentioned that there are young children on typhon which implies that 1) aerolith's recruting children (prolly not the case) 2) ppl are having kids on typhon (and that's also prolly not the case cuz i don't think it ever came up ever. and either way they were prolly company mandated children and idk that would've been uncomfy im glad they never followed up on this)
they also haven't committed yet to the ais all having it/its pronouns
sayer and future both tell sven that if he ever wants to know anything abt his past, all his files are right there, and i think that contradicts the ending of s3 where hale/sven is sent back to the past and basically just drops out of nowhere and has no previous records cuz if he did, they should've been able to know abt ocean in advance
also i love how weird and different the eps get from one another
i only noticed it now (cuz i had a friend that had that kink in between now and my first listen) but that claustrophobia hallway ep was totally a vore ep like,,,,
sayer kept sensually describing how sven's being compressed on all sides by a sloping spiraling tightening hallway, and it has soft padded walls. also it gets hotter and wetter as he goes deeper
idk im not into that kink but maybe im just too horny brained but i Cannot Unsee It
lol oviposition was also a thing in this season, kinda,,, with those crazy killer plants getting into sven's tummy and growing into insects or whatever
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gremlin-gr4pes · 3 years
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Analogical request- Logan lives on the other side of the country from Virgil, and Virgil has been struggling so Logan sends a “you can do this” card and a teddy bear with a tie on it to help Virgil get through what he’s going through. 💜💜💜
Analogical request by @hedgiehoggles
Before we start. Let's clarify. This is an Analogical one shot that has been requested with a prompt ask. I do not own these characters and I may draw some artwork to go with it if I ever get the inspiration.
(PS. This will take place in 3rd person)
Word count: 7, 835 (woah 0-0)
Tw: Anxiety attack, crying, hurt-comfort, fluff. Please tell me if I've missed anything.
Au: Human
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It had been rough. This whole week, A bombardment of assignments. Deadlines that he just could not meet. Not to mention he didn't understand what the current question he was stuck on. The words didn't make sense to him, not to mention the whole subject confused him. English. Well not the subject excactly, it was their current topic that confused him the most. Most of the text was in Latin and poor Virgil had his download of the translation crash and delete. Which stressed him out even more. He needed that translation if he didn't want to fail this course.
He had been trying to save that download for over an hour now and he just couldn't. He couldn't take it anymore.
A wet substance fell onto his keyboard alerting Virgil that he was now crying. Which in return made him realise how stressed this entire ordeal had made him as he now noticed his hands trembling over the keys of his laptop. The hitched sound as he inhaled and exhaled in short shakey breaths. His thoughts spiraling as the dreaded feeling began to settle in.
Virgil moved his laptop away as he shut the damned thing, it was unbearable to look at anymore. Bringing his knees to his chest, the teen buried his head inside as he hugged them tightly. His breathing quick and sharp. He knew what his boyfriend would say. What he would do.
Logan loved Virgil and Virgil loved Logan. The only thing in the way was the long distance between their states. Logan lived in Ohio as Virgil lived in Florida. It was an unbearable fact that they had to deal with. Hopefully college would be better.
Though, even the thoughts of his loved one surrounded him, it didn't cease his crying, nor his trembling. Virgil raised his head, reaching for his phone, decorated with a plain black case with a bunch of band stickers stuck on.
With blurred vision he tried his best to get onto the chat with Logan.
Virge💜:
Hey,.
Lo✨💙:
Hello, Darling. Is something the matter?
Virgil let out a small laugh. He always knew if something was wrong.
Virge💜:
can ee call??
Immediately the phone lit up, asking to accept or decline. Virgil didn't even care if Logan chose a voice call or video call, he immediately answered and was met with Logan settling his phone down on his desk. A concerned look loomed over his usual stoic face.
"Virgil? Darling, what's the matter?" was what the latter heard immediately. Sending a wave of hot tears down his face just by the sound of his voice.
"I.. I-" Virgil's voice hitched and stuttered as he tried to answer the question.
"okay, I understand. I'm here, just listen to me, okay?" Logan said over the phone. His voice laced with concern for his boyfriend. "You don't need to tell me what happened until you're ready. Whatever it is I love you, and I always will. Don't ever forget that, now.. Please follow my lead" Logan added, Virgil nodded when needed.
"deep breath in 1, 2, 3 and 4" Virgil did excactly that as Logan firmly counted to a pace he could handle. "now hold.. 1, 2, 3, 4" virgil held his breath, a hand over his mouth to help the process "6, 7.. Virgil, exhale, 1, 2, 3, 4.." Virgil's breath was a struggle to control but he managed.
The pair continued the breathing exercise until Virgil's breath had regulated. The trembling was long gone and the thoughts had faded, tears were now a dry trail of salt down his face. "Lo... Thank you" his voice was weak and tired after the anxiety attack but endearing at the same time.
"Virgil, don't worry about it. I'd be there in a heartbeat if it weren't for the hellish journey to Florida" the pair laughed gently, though the statement was all but false. The journey would be a long one and by the time Logan got to his house it would be the end of the day.. Or the next day.
The couple talked and laughed all through the night before they decided it be best to go to sleep. That night, Virgil felt much better than what that evening had brought him prior to that phone call.
•----Timeskip because I said so----•
Virgil was sat in the living room. A rare sight but his parents were out shopping at that very and was told to stay downstairs as the washing was currently on. He was minding his business, the TV set on YouTube with music blaring at a level that drowned out his neighbors clatter and their children's screaming. Whilst he, himself, was scrolling through tumblr, his safe haven.
That was until he heard a knock on the door. Virgil looked out of the window due to curiosity, keeping the curtains moderately closed as he took a peek to see who it was.... A mailman?
Confused, Virgil stood from his perched spot and headed to the front door, undoing the hatch and opening the door. "Package for uhm-" the mailman checked the name "-Virgil Storm?"
"oh.. Uhm.. Yeah, that's me.." he stammered, more confused on why he had a package.
"okay, here" the mailman handed him the box and started walking away. Perplexed, Virgil stood there for a moment before shutting the door once more and setting down on the couch once more.
Virgil stared at the box in his perched seat, wondering what on earth could be inside. Carefully he rattled the box, it was pretty light and whatever was making the quiet thud inside wasn't that bit either. Maybe packing peanuts were silencing it?
He let out a huff before finally ripping the tape off (with his teeth, naturally. What else is he gonna do? Get a box cutter? No). Once the tape was off he opened the box. Instantly met with the eyes of a medium sized brown bear and a blue stripy tie. Virgil's eyes lit up by the sight as he went to grab it, he was greeted with the overly soft sensation of fur.
Bringing the bear close to his chest he peered into the package once more, finding a card letter. He picked it up. The card was a lilac and with a slight sent of peppermint. That's when he remembered what Logan had told him one day. That he had hand lotion that was peppermint scented, what he had said 'one of my favourite fragrances'. A simple little memory that brought a smile to his face as he realised who had sent this sudden gift his way.
Virgil turned to card and began to read what was written upon the card.
"You can do this..
No matter what the world may bring. Believe in me. Know that I will always be there for you. I may live far but I assure you, I will answer your calls within a heartbeat. (And if not, you may scold me.)
If you may ever require a reminder, please refer to the sophisticated bear.
He will comfort you when I cannot.
Love
- Logan ❤"
Virgil stared down at the card, a smile plastered upon his face. He looked up, glances around before spitting his phone, instantly picking it up and going to the chat that belonged to solely him and his boyfriend.
Virge💜:
Hey Lo!
Lo, heyhey!
Hello!
Hi,,?
You online?
Can I scold you?
Lo✨💙:
Scold me?
Virge💜:
Yeah,, you are the one that sent this bear.. Right?
Lo✨💙:
Yes, of course. I merely forgot I added that.
But, please don't my messages a slightly delayed.
Virge💜:
Suuuure~
Lo✨💙:
Well, I believe you contacted me regarding the gift I sent your way.
Do you like it?
Virge💜:
Of course I do,, it's perfect
Thank you,,
Lo✨💙:
I'm glad you like it. I meant every word.
Even the scolding part.
Virge💜:
Srsly? XD
Welp, I'll be abusing that factor.
Don't leave me alone too long XD
Lo✨💙:
Of course.
Virge💜:
Wanna call?
Logan smiled on his side before pressing the video call button. The call immediately being accepted on the other side. The couple talked for as long as they could until Virgil's parents came home. The break between that call and the next wasn't long as Virgil wasn't needed for that long.
It's safe to say, Virgil loves the bear. Ensuring it's always in the bed when he sleeps. In his arms when he starts to panic or simply when he's thinking of the one he loves.
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serpentinesarang · 3 years
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Bend, Not Break
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pairing: i.m (im changkyun) x gender-neutral reader
genre: non-idol!AU, boss/subordinate!AU, third-person POV, similar to the kdrama “Romance is a Bonus Book” (small book publisher setting), part of a series
word count: 1683 | next
content warnings: one mention of blood, one mention of alcohol
summary: you work as a copy editor at a publishing house, and you’re a genuine hard worker who never breaks rules—that is, until a new boss takes over your department. you find yourself magnetized and lusting over him, and vice versa, so perhaps your morals can bend just a little?
requested by: @livingwithmx​
a/n: From here on out, I’ll be incorporating more Korean language and cultural things into my writing, but fear not: I will list a handy key each time with translations and pronunciations! To make it more universally easier to understand my included Korean, I’ll write the Romanized words in the story and add the Hangul in the key.
korean key:
⦿ biseonim (비서님) = secretary; pronounced “pee-suh-neem;” (titles follow one’s surname) ⦿ annyeonghaseyo (안녕하세요) = most common and formal hello; pronounced “on-yawng-ha-seh-yo” ⦿ pyeongjibjangnim (편집장님) = editor; reader’s work title; pronounced “pyung-jeeb-jahng-neem” ⦿ soju (소주) = clear Korean grain alcohol, similar to vodka; pronounced as it looks ⦿ jungyeok (중역) = executive director; pronounced “jung-yuk” ⦿ pyeonjibguk (편집국) = editorial department; pronounced “pyun-jib-gook”
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“Good morning, YL/N-pyeongjibjangnim!” Seoyoon calls out from behind the wide reception desk, her adorable chipmunk cheeks dimpling as she watches Y/N step off the elevator and onto the eighth floor, where their employer is located in the building.
“Annyeonghaseyo, Park-biseonim!” Y/N replies, throwing their hand up to wave briefly. They stop at the desk and peer down at Seoyoon. “How was your weekend?”
“Really good, actually,” she chirps with raised brows and blue-contacted eyes aglitter. She moves her hands off her keyboard to prop herself up on her forearms. “He finally kissed me!” she whispers excitedly.
Y/N’s mouth drops open in happy surprise. “It’s about time!” they say, matching Seoyoon’s excitement.
Seoyoon leans back in her swivel chair. “Right?! I still feel so good.”
Y/N smiles, bringing the black coffee tumbler in their hand to their lips.
“I even slipped some soju in my tea,” Seoyoon murmurs, raising her eyebrows again and jerking her head toward the dainty cup in front of her computer.
Y/N swallows their coffee hard and shoots Seoyoon a disappointed look with pursed lips. “Park-biseonim… You know alcohol isn’t allowed on premises,” they remind her softly, friend to friend.
Seoyoon exhales. “I know; I know… Just this one time?”
Y/N pauses, examining the secretary’s face. How could they alert their superior when the sweet girl was just so happy about her boyfriend finally kissing her?
“All riiight,” Y/N replies, turning toward the main doors leading into the office. “Only because of that kiss.”
They smile again before disappearing through the windowed double doors and making their way to their corner office on the far end of the floor. Y/N greets their coworkers, waving at those already submerged in their work and bowing to their superiors. Odd, they think, the entire executive board is here today. Something must be happening.
Y/N gets themselves situated at their modern Plexiglas desk, powering on their huge monitor and turning on lamps here and there. As soon as the computer hums to life, a loud two-toned chime goes off, signaling a high-importance email.
Smoothing out their slacks as they sit on their swivel chair, Y/N opens the email, which was sent to the entire editorial department. Something is happening, indeed.
In it, the department’s director had written:
Good morning, team:
Please meet in the conference room at 8 today to join me in welcoming a new employee to our department. I have important news to share, as well.
~Choi Jaeho-jungyeok
Y/N glances at the time on the computer: 7:57 AM. Yeet! they mentally screamed, shooting out of their chair and bee-lining for the conference room, situated between the editorial and creative departments.
Bursting through the large room’s white double doors, Y/N is greeted by a small symphony of good morning!s and annyeonghaseyo!s, and they bow their head to everyone while walking around to the last open chair at the corner of the rectangular table. Some coworkers have pads of paper in front of them; many have cups of steaming liquid; and others simply have their cell phones lying out. There’s one unfamiliar person sitting directly across Y/N in the other corner seat, though, looking like a stone with their elbows on the chair’s arms, hands clasped, and with nothing in front of them.
As soon as Y/N sits down and scoots in, they glance up to find this man already gazing at them.
Oh my God, they think.
The man across from them is young, around their age or older, and he looks like an Olympian god. Plentiful, chocolate-brown hair frames his intense, dark eyes, and his full lips are slightly pressed together in the tiniest of smirks. He’s wearing a crisp, white button-up with a skinny, dark purple tie. The lanyard holding a small placard hanging over it reads, Im Changkyun and beneath it, Jungyeok, Pyeonjibguk.
We have two directors now? Y/N thinks to themselves. Is that Choi-jungyeok’s big news?
Im Changkyun is still watching Y/N, and normally in a situation like this, they’d break eye contact. But something about this guy has started sucking them in, and the enigmatic glow of his eyes is not helping.
Jaeho causes both of them to snap out of it, though. “Okay, everybody, let’s get started.”
Jaeho is a fortysomething man, gray hair peeking through at his temples and his youthful face looking strangely alight today. He’s not normally this smiley, either. Standing at the head of the table, he clutches a large mug of fragrant coffee.
“You all got my email, evidently, so thank you all for being here and on-time. I mentioned that I have news, and I don’t intend to beat around the bush, so with that being said, I will be resigning as jungyeok, effective next Monday.”
A gaggle of gasps, what?!s, and nooo!s sounds from around the table.
“Order, order!” Jaeho dramatically raises his free hand like a judge, grinning at his joke. “I have been offered a wonderful opportunity on the other side of the city, and I spent a long time thinking it over, so this wasn’t an easy decision.”
He pauses to gulp some of his coffee, pocketing his other hand. “Many of you have already noticed the new face among us, and he’s here today to get acquainted with his new team, as he will be replacing me.”
Several of the surrounding executives collectively respond with an excited, “OH-ohhhhh.” No one seems really upset by this news, and even Im Changkyun has broken into a sheepish smile.
Y/N observes Mr. Im in the moment, noticing his sharp cheekbones and thick brows. His lips look the most tantalizing, totally full on the bottom with a perfectly curved Cupid’s bow above. They recognize a pair of silver hoops on his lobes, specifically from Cartier’s Love collection—ironically, the same design as Y/N’s gold ring on their thumb. Without realizing it, they emit a small hm in their amusement.
When Mr. Im glances at Y/N, they stiffen and immediately angle themselves toward Jaeho again.
“I have been training this employee both off-site and after-hours for the past week now because I, admittedly, wasn’t sure how you all would take the news. So I wanted to train him away from prying eyes,” Jaeho explains, occasionally looking down at the table. “For the next week, though, he’ll be in-house, sharing my office with me—’cause it’s really his now—and familiarizing himself with everyone as well as how you all work together. This is the last leg of onboarding for him and the last leg of Phenomenon Publishing for me. I’m very excited for both my and his future.”
Jaeho drinks more of his coffee and steps around his chair, pushing it in and resting his free hand on top. “I’d like everyone to get back to doing their magic now, and your new jungyeok will spend the day going around meeting everyone. Thanks, guys.”
And with that, Jaeho exits the conference room.
Everyone sits around for a moment, processing their director’s words, but more so trying to figure out if they should say something to Mr. Im, who’s still in the room.
Mr. Im speaks up, sitting upright in his chair. “Annyeonghaseyo, everyone. I want to make my introduction to you all a little more personal, so instead of doing it here and hiding with Choi-jungyeok the rest of the day, I’m going to spend a little time with each of you today. I don’t just want to know your name and role; I want to learn a little about you guys too because we’ll be working closely from now on. I hope to fill the jungyeok’s shoes, quite honestly,” he finishes with a deep chuckle.
Im Changkyun’s voice is like hot blood sliding down Y/N’s skin: unsettlingly appealing, deep, magnetic, and velvety. They gulp hard, fidgeting with their gold ring under the table as Mr. Im speaks.
Y/N’s coworkers rise from their seats, formally bowing to their new boss and making hush-hush conversation amongst themselves as they filter out of the brightly lit room. Y/N is the last to follow the crowd out, and as they send one last furtive glance toward Mr. Im while approaching the double doors, he turns to meet their curious eyes and raises an eyebrow.
Stunned at their unusually brazen behavior, Y/N nods politely before ducking out and speed-walking back to their office. They close the door a little too hard but only because they’re desperate to sit down and catch their breath.
What is happening to me, they think, drinking their own iced coffee.
Y/N spends the rest of their day immersed in their editing tasks, working diligently to keep their mind from dwelling on God himself and how heart-stopping-attractive he is, how entrancing his voice is. They respond to emails as normal, reference the same books as normal, listen to the same low-fi playlist as normal, field interns’ questions as they take turns knocking on Y/N’s door as normal, and they even spend their lunch hour in the cozy break room.
Im Changkyun is nowhere to be seen, and by the time 4 PM rolls around, the last hour of the workday, Y/N had calmed down. In fact, they’d had a spurt of productivity after lunch and were able to finish editing two of the larger manuscripts that’d been stressing them the past few weeks.
Y/N even debated taking off the last hour to quietly read at their desk instead of emailing the finished documents for Choi-jungyeok to skim over, as he gives final approval before the company convenes with the respective authors again. But that’s never been Y/N’s style, breaking rules. They were there to work—“do their magic,” as Jaeho had put it, and that’s how they’d spend the remainder of the day.
Wrong.
The all-glass door to their office swings open, and God himself walks in, plopping down in the small loveseat on the right side of Y/N’s desk.
“I saved you specifically for last,” he says, leaning back in the chair and freezing his eyes on Y/N’s.
They pause for a second before cannonballing into the unknown. “I figured.”
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jacks-old-account · 3 years
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okay so at the request of my dear friend bee ( @bangchan-fairy ) i will be telling the story of how i stole a chicken from my highschool :)
okay so. it was in like,,, the beginning of the school year. i was like,, a sophomore (second year) i think? maybe a freshman? im not sure. first or second year of highscool.
it was like,,, around 10 am and i was hanging out in my art class. and my teacher gets a phone call from the agriculture teacher upstairs. she cups the reciever to her shoulder and yells out to us, “The agriculture class is selling chickens. would any of you like to go upstairs and get one?”
obviously, a fuck ton of us stand up, me included. we’re all so hyped because we’re going to buy a baby chicken from our school.
most of us contact our parents and most of our parents say that its okay. me, on the other hand, hadn’t even met my adoptive parents yet so i end up calling my birth mother. we’ll call her J for now. she answers the phone and i can immediately tell ive woken her up from the tone of her voice. and since she’s still not fully awake, i take my chance to ask her if i can get a chicken. as i had suspected she would, she says no and then continued on to yell at me for asking such a stupid question.
spoiler alert: i did not listen to J.
so i lie to my art teacher and tell her that J had said it was okay. and so i head upstairs with the rest of my fellow chicken enthusiasts. we walk into the classroom to see that the actual agriculture teacher isnt even there, but a substitute is sitting at her desk. none of us think anything of it and everyone starts to hand her their money in exchange for their chicken.
now, idk if you guys know this. but i am very tiny. always have been. and i was also poor. like. “couldnt afford to pay the electricity bill” poor. but that didnt mean i wasnt smart. (or maybe it did depending on how you want to view my actions) so. i proceed to sneak my way through the crowd of students and grab a box. and a chicken. and then i leave the room.
when everyone gets back into the art room, my art teacher realizes that we absolutely cannot keep these chickens all throughout the school day. so we are all forced to take our chickens back upstairs and leave them there, with our names on the boxes until the end of the day.
flash forward to the end of the school day, im about to walk out of the building with my two best friends, we’ll call them Quartz and Barrett. im v determined to be able to keep my chicken so i ask them for help. we head up to the agriculture room and the lights are off. all aside from the heat lamps keeping the chickens warm. so. Quartz and Barrett stay at the door. and i grab my box. and my chicken. and i hand the box to Barrett because dont want to be running with the chicken bouncing around in the box. and we all three fucking book it down from the second floor out to our busses.
im clutching my chicken to my chest and i run past the assistant principal. he just gives me a smile as im running towards my bus. Barrett gives me my box and i hop on the bus. i still have no clue as to why the bus driver let me on the bus with a live animal.
i head to the back of the bus. and everyone is so so excited to see my chicken, who still hasnt been named btw. and then someone looks at me, confusion written across their face and they say, “how did you convince them to let you take it home? no one was supposed to keep their chickens and they were supposed to get their money back”
and i go fucking insane. im freaking out. not only did i get this chicken without J’s concent, i also didnt pay for it and wasnt even supposed to have taken it in the first place. when i get home. i bring the chicken into the apartment i live in with my family. and my siblings fall in love. they all three love it so much. but J? J goes fucking insane, she’s so unbelievably pissed off at me. so to avoid getting myself into further trouble, i contact an acquaintance of mine and offer to let them have it. we meet up. and i give them the chicken.
the next day, i walk into school. and then as soon as class starts i get called into the principal’s office. and im panicking the whole way down there. i walk into her office and i see her and the real agriculture teacher sitting there. and they tell me that they know i took the chicken.
the agriculture teacher was so sweet about it though, i didnt get in any trouble at all. she just wanted to ask me how the chicken was doing. the principal made a joke about putting wanted posters up for me in the hallways. and from then up until i moved away, people knew me as “The Chicken Thief” and asked me about the chicken all the time.
i still dont,,, know where it is. or how it’s doing. but i hope it’s doing well.
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deerixiie · 3 years
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Hi! Could I request a matchup? I love your blog btw! Any gender is fine! she/they, pisces, isfj, & i'm a mom friend. I'm shy when I meet ppl, but once I get to know them, I show a lot of affection! My love languages are acts of service/physical touch :) I love to sing, draw, & cook/bake! I was a theatre kid in hs! I have a huge fear of bugs, especially bees :( i kin asahi and jiro! my ideal s/o is a good listener, reliable, but can also make me laugh! i'd be friends w/ suga! thank you!!
hii!! ty for requesting! (matchup requests are open, btw)
i match you up with sugawara!
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the more i read your req the more i could see it!! the thing you said about being friends with him just tied it all together <33
basically you and suga are really similar and i see you working really well together in a relationship
you and suga are in a type of friends to lovers relationship! the more you hung out around each other the more you fell for each other
suga loved seeing you gradually open up and be more affectionate to him as time went on,, it makes him so soft
suga is a baker. idc what you say, it's canon. so you have stay-at-home dates where you try out new recipes and such 🥺
imagine that you are cooking dinner and suga comes up and gently wraps his arm around your waist, nestling his head into your neck and saying you smell good
he loves hearing you laugh! he'll do stupid things just to hear your laugh <33 grr im so soft
tickle fights. he especially loves tickle fights. sometimes if you're sitting down and doing hw he'll just tackle you and start tickling you,,, just to hear your laugh
he occasionally calls to check up on you, asking if everything is okay and if you need to talk to him about anything
he's always one step ahead of you. forgot your umbrella? he has an extra one on him. didn't do your homework? he has all the answers for you. didn't have time to make lunch? has a bento all packed and ready for you.
it's to the point where he knows when you get your period before you do sddskdakds
also suga doesn't expect to be spoiled!! whenever you do things for him he gets all fumbly and shy. "a-ah! you did this for me?? 🥺💗 angel..."
he'd probably attack you with a kiss after that hehe
also!!! the mom friends!!!
#1 Mom Friend duo grr bark
each of you are always taking care of your friends and you'd totally bond over that (more on that below hehe)
you’re so soft and affectionate together that everyone is jealous
scenarios <3
how he fell in love?
as i said before, it was a friends to lovers type of thing! i imagine you befriended him in hs and you gradually started hanging out with him, daichi and asahi (and kiyoko!!)
he immediately picked up on how you both played the role of the mom friend in a lot of situations and immediately took a liking to you <3
as i said before, i feel like he'd fall in love with your laugh. your laugh is everything to him. every time he makes you laugh or he hears you laugh, a small little spark is just set off in his heart
BUTTT he'd also love how affectionate you are. the way you treated your friends and how kind you were to people around you just made him so soft djkdskjjskdfk
every little act of service you did just made him fall harder and harder
and boom before he knew it he'd fallen for you
how you first started dating?
he was SOOO nervous to ask you out. he asked daichi, asahi, and kiyoko for advice like thousands of times over.
usually you, him, and daichi would walk home together, but daichi made up some lame excuse and so it was just the two of you
you were talking about some things from theatre and i swear he was listening but he was literally so nervous that he interrupted you
you: "so the cast is all ready, we're starting rehearsals next-"
him: will you go out with me?
*silence*
DSJKJKDSK it's so bad because he had this whole speech planned
but it all worked out in the end, you said yes and he gave you chocolates at school the next day xx
first date?
he asked you if you wanted to go on a little walk around town with him!
he was a little worried that it would be underwhelming, but he saw how much you were smiling and laughing and he knew you loved it
you guys stopped for ice cream! some of it fell onto your arm and when you licked it up sugawara went 😳😳
he took you to this hill to watch the sunset,,, he was trying to pay attention to the sky but he kept on looking over at you and wondering if it would be dumb to kiss you
spoiler alert: he kisses you anyway
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ahh i hope that was enough! thank you for requesting! (this is making me want to write something for suga grr)
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Can I just have a sad Patton being comforted by the side of your choosing? I’m just really sad today so yeah.. maybe Patton just woke up sad or had a bad day whatever you want
This is from awhile ago but Bee I love you so much and you constantly make my life better. Im going to be doing some self projecting so uhh be warned. If you need me im here
I like how you requested something simple and I said hmm no lets make this bad and sad :( Sorry
Tw: Sleep paralysis, crying, dark thoughts, scary things, angsty, kissing
A/N: Im sorry?? Im self projecting and just i love logicality so \_(’’/)_/ This is so bad and so DARK, im so so sorry
Ships: Logicality
Its Been Awhile
Pattons eyes fluttered open fast, his heart becoming present in his ear as it pounded. He wished to reach for his glassed but alas only small whimpers made their way through. He tried to silence himself, remembering the warm body next to him, sleeping peacefully. He shut his eyes but the quietest of creaks alerted him. His fear grew as shadows from around his once safe haven, took form before his tired eyes.
“Clench your fists” He heard a small whisper, his eyes, the only thing that could move darted to the source. Logan sat up in bed, placing his glasses on his own face, usually Patton would find the way they droop adorable. He leans over, taking Pattons cheek, kissing it sweetly. “Its been awhile since you’ve had one” He sympathizes, Patton wants nothing more than to respond but he remains frozen in terror. He feels Logan take his hand. “Do it with me” He intrustcts gently, Pattons tries, he wills whatever he can but alas he remains the room becoming colder
“Mm” He whines, tears falling softly, tickling his exhausted face. Logan lets out a calm breath, kissing Pattons forehead once more, gently moving across his face.
“Ill get the light” He stands, turning the lamp on quickly. Patton wants to call him back, the figures seem to move closer, whispering cruel words, seeping into his the fragile defenses of his mind.  Logan returns to his side, rubbing soothingly alongs Pattons arms and legs, every so often a feeling is felt through the movements. 
“N-no” Patton tries watching as the dark encloses around him, Logan holds him closer, stroking his sweaty hair. Though safe in Logans arms, his control gone frightened him. His eyes frantic watched the room around him.
“Who do you see this time?” Logan mumbles gently. Every few minutes Logan would place a careful kiss along Pattons head, or hands. With the smallest of movement available Patton shakes ever so slightly. “More than one?” A small confirmation “I guess its a party” He jokes, Pattons lips twitch, his breath grows rapid as his nose flares. Logan adjusts him, applying pressure to his nervous system. “Hey breathe love, you’re okay” He promises, his hands traces Pattons arms grasping Pattons hands in his own. “You can do this, breathe, close them slowly”
“Mm” Patton looks to his stiff body, but with the will he has he pushes. Struggled grunts as his fingers seem to work so slowly and the figures only move closer, what seems like ages of anticipation his nails bitten away from fear touch his sweaty palm, and his jaw falls open with a desperate breath. “Lo” He cries, heavy breaths as his tears only pour further.
“Im here, you’re okay” Logan assures, taking Patton into a hug, kissing him delicately as he keeps a secure hold. Once they pull away, besides the connection of their hands, Patton yawns. “You should get some rest”
“Im so sorry” He laments, the guilt of the night hitting him quickly. Soft tears continue to make their way down Pattons overworked face. Logan exhales, taking Pattons cheeks.
“Patton, light of my life, you have nothing to apologize for” Logan leans forward, finding his forehead against Pattons. “I love you, and with everything you do and continue to do for me, the least I can do is stay up with you for a little while”
“I love you too dearest” Patton falls against his chest as they sink back into bed. “You do alot more” He reminds, Logan chuckles, he gestures to the light. “Leave it on? Just for tonight” He hopes, Logan nods and soon enough the pair, wrapped around one another fall asleep. The sweetest of dreams careen their mind, making for a restful night of love. 
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Supernatural- Faith (1.12)
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just look at this boy he was a BABY im :(
Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)
Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, Dean’s heart is left failing, and Olive and Sam will stop at nothing to help their brother. Something dangerous about Olive is revealed
Warnings: cursing, blood-lust, screaming, heart failure, etc
Word Count: 7714
“Whatcha got those amped up to?” I asked Dean as he pulled three tasers from Baby's trunk.
“Hundred thousand volts.” Dean grinned.
I blinked. “Shit.”
“Damn.” Sam huffed.
“Yeah, I want this Rawhead extra fricking crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count.”
Sam and I nodded as we followed him into the house and down the stairs of the basement. There was a noise coming from the cupboard in the corner, and Dean and Sam squared their shoulders.
“On three.” Dean whispered as he grabbed the handle. “One. Two. Three.” He swung the door open, and inside there was a little boy and girl.
They were balled together, ears covered and eyes wide.
“Is it still here?” Sam asked.
They nodded, and I moved past Sam, crouching in front of them. “Okay. Grab your brother’s hand, come on. We’re gonna get you out of here. Let’s go, let’s go.” I scooped them up, making sure they had a hold on each other as well.
“Go with her.” Dean nodded toward Sam, who followed me up the stairs.
A hand reached out between the boards of the steps and grabbed Sam by the ankles. The children shrieked directly into my ears, and I gasped.
“Sam!” Dean shouted, shooting his taser.
I turned around and grabbed Sam by the wrist, yanking him back to stand. He tossed Dean his taser.
“Take this!”
I could hear Dean taunt the monster as we continued up the stairs. Sam was panting harder than I was, and he pushed me toward the door.
“Get them in the car, go!” He shoved me out onto the front lawn before running back into the house.
I opened the door and dumped the kids into the backseat.
“Stay here, okay?”
They nodded, clearly frightened. I shut the door and inched back toward the house, on high alert.
“Dean!” I heard Sam. “Dean! Come on.”
My eyes widened and I sprinted down to the basement. “Dean!”
He was lying on the floor, eyes shut. The rawhead was dead next to him, and both were in a puddle of water. The taser was still in Dean’s hand.
“Dean.” I whimpered, crashing to my knees next to him and grabbing him by the face.
Sam looked up at me and swallowed hard. I shuddered.
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“Sir, I’m so sorry to ask…” The receptionist trailed off, looking pained. “There doesn’t seem to be any insurance on file.”
“Right.” Sam blinked. “Uh, okay.” He flipped through his wallet and pulled out a card.
“Okay, Mr. Burkovitz.” She read off as she hit her keyboard.
I sniffled as two cops came toward us.
“Look, we can finish this up later.”
“No, no.” Sam shook his head. “It’s okay. We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, uh, the windows were rolled down, so we heard screaming when we drove past the house. And so we stopped, ran in.”
“And you found the kids in the basement?” The cop asked.
I nodded, and Sam gave them a verbal response.
“Well thank god you did.”
I caught sight of the doctor walking toward us. I patted Sam and nodded toward him.
“Excuse us.”
“Sure. Thanks for your help.”
“Hey doc, is he…” I trailed off, feeling my eyes brew with tears.
Sam reached me, grabbing me by the shoulders.
“He’s resting.”
I let out a breath.
“And?”
The doctor hesitated. “The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I’m afraid. His heart, it-it’s damaged.”
I felt my chest clench as Sam asked something. The doctor answered, but I couldn’t focus. I stared at the doctor’s shoes, snapping back into reality when I heard the doctor speak again.
“We can’t work miracles. I really am sorry.”
The tears came back and I took a deep breath. Sam grabbed me again, pulling me into his side. He mumbled something to the doctor before pulling me away, toward Dean’s room.
“Does he know?” I asked.
Sam sighed. “Yeah. He does.”
I tugged away from him and ran into Dean’s room. I let out a strained breath. He was pale, so so pale. He had dark circles under his eyes, and they were glazed over as he stared at the TV.
“De…” I whined.
“Have you ever actually watched daytime TV?” Dean scoffed, sounding horribly weak. “It’s terrible.”
Sam padded in behind me, dropping into a chair. “Dean, we talked to your doctor.”
“That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I’m gonna hunt that little bitch down.” Dean growled.
“Dean.” I whispered, my heart aching.
He finally looked up, clicking the TV off with a sigh. “Yeah. Alright, well, looks you guys are gonna have to leave town without me.”
I scoffed as Sam shook his head. “What are you talking about? We’re not gonna leave you here.”
“Hey, you better take care of that car. Or I swear, I will haunt your ass.” Dean stared at Sam, serious.
“I don’t think that’s funny.” Sam shook his head.
“Oh, come on. It’s a little funny.” Dean tried to laugh, but he only wheezed.
Nobody said anything, and Sam looked away, fighting tears. I broke, letting out a sob as I looked from him to Dean. Seeing him so weak sent me into panic mode, and I let out another cry. Dean sighed and sat up, opening his arms. I made a bee-line for him, and he patted the free space on the bed. I crawled next to him, sobbing into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me.
“It’s gonna be okay, Ol.” He whispered.
I only cried harder, and I could hear Sam sniffle.
“Look, guys. It’s a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That’s it. End of story.”
“Don’t talk like that, Dean. We still have options.” Sam shook his head.
Dean lowered his voice, as if whispering wouldn’t let me hear him. “What options? Burial or cremation. And I know that’s not easy. But I’m gonna die, and you can’t stop it.”
I whimpered again, and his arms tightened around me once more. I heard Sam scoff.
“Watch us.”
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“Hey, Dad. It’s Sam. Uh… you probably won’t even get this, but uh… it��s Dean.” Sam let out a sob and I sunk further into the floor, leaning against the door.
I had been in the bathroom for the last thirty minutes, trying to settle myself while Sam tried to reach Dad.
“He’s sick, and the doctors… they’re saying there’s nothing that they can do… um, but, uh… They don’t know the things we know, right? So, don’t worry, Dad, cause… uh, Olive and I are gonna do whatever it takes… to make him better.” He sniffled. “Alright. I just… I just wanted to let you know.”
I stood and opened the door, wiping at my tears. Sam sniffled, looking up at me. My heart cracked and I ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. We hadn’t found much so far, and I was horrified.
I could live without Dad. I had lived a lot of my life without Dad. I could live without Sam. I had learned to live without him. But Dean? I had said it before and I would say it again. I had a dependency on Dean. Dean had raised me. I hadn’t been away from him for long periods of time. I didn’t know how to live without him, and I didn’t want to learn either. Sam held me against him as my sobs died down.
There was a knock on the door and our heads both snapped up. Sam and I detangled ourselves and wiped at our tears. I snatched the knife from under Dean’s pillow and slid it up my sleeve. Sam looked at me over his shoulder and I nodded, clearing my throat. He pulled the door open, only to reveal Dean leaning against the frame, looking like absolute shit.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam was confused, surprised, and overjoyed to see him, all in one.
“I checked myself out.” Dean spoke.
“What? Are you insane?” I asked, dumping the knife onto the bed and running to him.
He immediately slipped from the frame and leaned against me with a grunt. I held onto him, trying to keep him steady as we took baby steps toward the table.
“Well, I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.” He scowled.
Sam huffed a laugh and shut the door. I helped Dean sit in a chair and pulled another one up right next to him, looking him over. He was still pale, still had bags under his eyes, and still looked horrible.
“You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death-thing? It’s crap.” Sam settled into the third chair. “I can see right through it.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Dean brushed him off. “Have you even slept? You two look worse than me.”
“Uh, no, actually, we’ve been up for the last three days. Sam’s been scouring the internet, I’ve been calling every contact in Dad’s journal.” I kept staring at Dean.
“For what?”
“For a way to help you. One of Dad’s friends, Joshua. He called back, told Olive about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist.”
Dean scowled. “You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?”
I cupped his cheeks and put my forehead to his. “We aren’t gonna let you die, period.”
“Olive’s right. We’re going.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest.
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“Ol, wake up. We’re here.” Sam shook my shoulder.
I grumbled and stretched out, pushing myself out of the car. Dean was leaning against it with a drained look on his face. I held a hand out for him and he took it. Sam scoffed at him and Dean turned and glared. I didn’t have to see his face to know what he was saying.
I’m trying to make her feel better.
“Man, you guys are lying bastards. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor.” Dean scowled as he looked around.
We were parked in a square of muddy grass, a tent pitched and well lit. The sign next to it read: The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness the Miracle!
“I think we said specialist.”
“Look, Dean, this guy’s supposed to be the real deal.” Sam coaxed as we inched toward the tent.
“I can’t believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent.” Dean scoffed.
A woman with an umbrella passed by and made a face at Dean. “Reverend LeGrange is a great man.”
“Yeah, that’s nice.” Dean snorted.
“I have a right to protest. This man is a fraud. And he’s milking all these people out of their hard-earned money.” A man was standing with a cop, arguing.
“Sir, this is a place of worship. Let’s go, move it.”
“I take it he’s not part of the flock.” Dean mumbled to me, and I giggled.
“When people see something they can’t explain, there’s controversy.”
“I mean, come on guys, a faith healer?”
Sam shrugged. “Maybe it’s time to have a little faith, Dean.”
“You know what I’ve got faith in?” Dean pulled me closer to his side as he spoke. “Reality. Knowing what’s really going on.”
“Dean, how can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?”
“Exactly. We see them, we know they’re real.” Dean hissed.
“De, I think what Sam is trying to say is that if we know evil’s out there, how can we not believe that there’s good out there too?”
“Because I’ve seen what evil does to good people, Ollie.” Dean sighed.
“Maybe God works in mysterious ways.” A young woman spoke, overhearing our conversation.
Dean’s head turned and he checked her out, a smile growing on his pale face. “Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject.”
The young woman laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“I’m Dean. That’s Sam, this is Olive.” Dean held his hand out.
“Layla. So, if you’re not a believer, then why are you here?”
“Well, apparently my brother and sister here believe enough for the three of us.”
An older woman approached, putting her arm around Layla. “Come on, Layla. It’s about to start.”
The women smiled at the three of us before disappearing into the tent. Dean huffed. “Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways.”
I whacked the back of his head and Sam rolled his eyes as he led the way into the tent. There was another sign that read: Welcome All Faiths. True Believers Revival. The tent was full of people finding seats, a small stage at the front with a lectern and candles on it. Dean’s eyes scanned the place while Sam’s scanned the seats and I looked at the people. It was a weird vibe, and I did not care for it one bit, but we were here to get Dean better, not make friends.
“Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over.” Dean snorted.
Sam and I followed his gaze, landing on a security camera. Sam and I looked at each other and shrugged. Dean wanted to take a seat near the back, but Sam put an arm around him and pushed him forward.
“Come on.”
“Don’t. What are you doing? Let’s just sit in the back.” Dean pleaded.
“We’re sitting up front.”
“What?” Dean’s green eyes widened. “Why?”
“Come on.” Sam pushed again.
“Oh, come on. Sam. Olive.”
“Dean, just trust us.” I squeezed his hand and pulled him to sit in one of the three empty seats behind Layla and the woman, who was probably her mother.
“Perfect.” Sam grinned at me.
“Yeah, perfect.” Dean repeated, voice dripping with sarcasm.
We pushed Dean to the aisle seat, leaving me sandwiched between my brothers. An older man with sunglasses was being helped to the lectern by a woman.
“Each morning, my wife Sue Ann reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?”
The crowd roared in agreement, and I shrunk down in my seat. Both Sam and Dean noticed. Sam’s hand came out to hold mine and Dean wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
“Seems like there’s always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act.”
As he spoke, I stared up at Dean, worried. I hoped this man could fix him. I couldn’t lose him.
“But I say to you, God is watching. God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt.”
Dean’s eyes were set on the man, narrowed. He was taking everything in, judging it all. I sniffled and snuggled into his side. I wasn’t entirely sure what we had just walked into, none of us were. I was panicked about everything.
“Is is the Lord who does the healing here, friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people’s hearts.”
The crowd kept agreeing, and Dean leaned to whisper to Sam over my head. “Yeah, and into their wallets.”
“You think so, young man?”
My heart dropped into my stomach as the crowd fell silent. I looked between Sam and Dean, panicked. Dean grew embarrassed and he cleared his throat.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“No, no. Don’t be. Just watch what you say around a blind man. We’ve got real sharp ears.” LeGrange laughed, as did the crowd. “What’s your name, son?”
Dean looked down at me, hesitant. I nodded, and he cleared his throat again.
“Dean.”
“Dean.” LeGrange nodded to himself. “I want you to come up here with me.”
The crowd lost it, clapping like there was no tomorrow. Layla and her mother stayed still, and I tilted my head. What was their deal?
“No, it’s okay.” Dean shook his head.
Sam and I looked at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve come here to be healed, haven’t you?”
Dean hesitated once more. “Well, yeah, but uh… maybe you should just pick somebody else.”
I glared at Dean, and he cowered away from me. It was obvious that he didn’t like being on the receiving end of the look.
“Go.” Sam hissed.
“Oh, no. I didn’t pick you, Dean. The Lord did.”
The crowd got louder, more excited.
“Dean Michael Winchester. Get up there. Right now. I will not live a life without you.” I spoke through gritted teeth, and Dean sighed as he slowly got to his feet. Sue Ann helped him onto the stage, pushing him to stand right in front of LeGrange.
“You ready?”
“Look, no disrespect, but uh… I’m not exactly a believer.” Dean grimaced.
LeGrange only smiled at him. “You will be, son. You will be.” He turned to the crowd. “Pray with me, friends.”
As the crowd lifted their hands to the air, Sam and I looked at each other. He reached for my hands and tugged me close to him. We stayed silent as LeGrange put on one on Dean’s shoulder and the other on the side of his head. Sam shut his eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to do the same. I watched as Dean’s eyes glazed over and he fell to his knees. I felt myself shaking, and Sam was mumbling something, eyes squeezed shut.
“God, please.” It was a whisper.
I looked back to see Dean shaking. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell onto his back.
“Dean!” I ripped myself from Sam and bolted out into the aisle, jumping onto the stage.
The crowd was going crazy, clapping, cheering, whistling. Sam was on my tail, grabbing Dean by the front of the hoodie. Dean’s eyes burst open and he gasped.
“Dean, say something!” Sam begged.
Dean only stared at something behind us. I turned, but the only thing there was LeGrange. I grabbed Dean by the back of the neck and tried to get him to look at me.
“Dean.”
He blinked, then pulled me into a hug, crashing into me. Sam joined us as he fell to his knees. I began to cry, and Dean held me tighter as Sam wrapped his arms around us.
                                                            ***
“So, you really feel okay?” Sam asked.
Dean looked unhappy, but after last night, he said he felt okay. “I feel fine, Sam.” He hissed.
“Well, according to all your tests, there’s nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it’s strange it does happen.” The doctor spoke as he walked into the room.
Dean recoiled. “What do you mean, strange?”
“Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack.” The doctor shook his head.
Dean seemed to think for a moment. “Thanks, Doc.”
The doctor said it was no problem as he left the room. Dean shook his head.
“That’s odd.”
I pushed myself up onto the bed next to Dean. “Maybe it’s a coincidence. People’s hearts give out all the time, De.”
“No, they don't.” Dean shook his head again.
“Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can’t we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?”
“Because I can’t shake this feeling, that’s why.” Dean mumbled.
I grabbed Dean by the cheek and turned him toward me. “What feeling, Dean?”
He sighed. “When I was healed, I just… I felt wrong.” He sighed, looking at me. “I felt cold. And for a second… I saw someone. This, uh, this old man.” He looked down. “And I’m telling you guys, it was a spirit.”
I nodded. I knew he had been staring at something, I just hadn’t seen it myself. Sam sighed.
“But if there was something there, don’t you think Olive and I would’ve seen it too? I mean, I’ve been seeing an awful lot of things lately.”
I looked at him. I hadn’t been seeing anything but nightmares as of late.
“Well excuse me, psychic wonder. But you’re just gonna need a little faith on this one.” Dean snipped at Sam, who blinked.
“I think what Dean means is that he’s been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this.” I spoke to Sam.
“Yeah, alright.” Sam sighed. “So what do you guys wanna do?”
Dean slung an arm around my shoulders. “I want you two to go check out heart attack guy. I’m gonna visit the reverend.”
                                                            ***
“I’m telling ya, he seemed healthy.” The employee shook his head. “Swam every day. Didn’t smoke. So a heart attack? It just seemed kinda bizarre.”
“And you said he was running? Right before he collapsed?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah. He was freaking out. He said that something was, uh, was after him.”
Sam and I glanced at each other.
“Did he say what?”
“Well, thin air is what. I mean, there wasn’t anything there.”
“Alright, thanks.” Sam sighed.
I looked up at the clock. Dean said he wouldn’t take long, but he did take Baby, so Sam and I were trying to make it to the motel before the rain hit.
“Hey, uh, your clock is busted.” I pointed.
“Oh yeah, we uh, can’t get it working. Just froze at 4:17.”
I swallowed hard and Sam turned back. “Is that the same time Marshall died?”
“Yeah.” The guy snorted. “How’d you know?”
                                                            ***
Dean tossed his keys onto the bed as he shut the door with his foot. Sam was on his laptop, and I was curled up next to him, knees to my chest.
“What did you guys find out?” Dean asked as he pulled his jacket off.
“We’re sorry.” I mumbled.
“What? Sorry about what, baby?” Dean grew instantly concerned, coming to kneel in front of me.
I bit my lip and Sam sighed. “Marshall Hall died at 4:17.”
Dean blinked. “The exact time I was healed.”
I nodded. “We’re sorry. We didn’t know.”
Dean looked from Sam and to me. I sniffled, blinking back tears.
“Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s alright. Come here.” He stood and scooped me out of the seat, taking it and placing me in his lap.
“We put together a list of everyone Roy’s healed.”
“Six people over the past year, so we cross-checked them with the local obituaries.”
Sam sighed. “Every time someone was healed, someone else died.”
“And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing.” I looked up at Dean.
He nodded. “So someone’s healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?”
Sam nodded. “Somehow, LeGrange… he’s trading a life for another.”
“Wait, wait, wait. So Marshall Hall died to save me?” Dean asked.
I looked back down and Sam’s shoulders fell. “Dean, the guy probably would’ve died anyway.”
“And somebody else would’ve been healed. Not you.” I spoke softly, looking up at Dean again.
“You guys never should’ve brought me here.”
“Dean, we were just trying to save your life.” Sam pleaded.
“But now some guy is dead because of me.”
“Dean, we didn’t know.” I stressed. “We didn’t know. Look, if we hadn’t come here, we wouldn’t have found out! And this would’ve kept happening over and over and over again.” I sighed.
“Olive, what are you saying?” Dean looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows.
“She’s saying that we found this case because you were hurt. Without you being healed, more people would’ve kept dying.”
“The thing we don’t understand is how is he doing it? How’s he trading a life for a life?”
Dean shook his head. “Oh, he’s not doing it. No, something else is doing it for him.”
“What do you mean, De?”
“The old man I saw on stage…” He sighed. “I didn’t wanna believe it, but deep down I knew.”
“You knew?” Sam blinked. “What are you talking about?”
I sighed. “There’s only one thing that can give and take life like that.”
“What? What are you guys talking about?”
“We’re dealing with a reaper, Sams.”
Sam blinked. “You guys really think it’s The Grim Reaper? Like… angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?”
Dean and I shook our heads, practically in unison. “No, no, no, not the reaper. A reaper.”
“What?”
I reached over and snatched the laptop, pulling up the Wikipedia page for reapers. “There’s reaper law in pretty much every culture on Earth. It goes by hundreds of different names, but it’s possible that there’s more than one of them.”
“But Dean said he saw a guy in a suit.” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.
“What, you think he should’ve been rocking a black robe? Sam, how do you guys know what time Marshall died?”
I sighed. “The clock stopped. Reapers stop time. And you can only see them when they’re coming at you. Which is why Dean could see it and we couldn’t.” I explained.
Sam shook his head. “Maybe.”
“It’s not maybe, Sam. There’s nothing else it could be. The question is, how is Roy controlling it?”
“That cross.” Sam mumbled.
Dean and I looked at each other, then back to Sam. “What?”
“There was this cross. I noticed it in the church and I knew I had seen it before.” Sam began to tear through the papers on the table, snorting when he found what he wanted. “Here.”
“A tarot?” Dean asked as I took the card, holding it where we could both see it.
“It makes sense. A tarot dates back to the early Christian era. When some priests were still using magic. And a few of them veered into the dark stuff?”
I nodded, catching on. “Necromancy and how to push death away. How to cause it.”
“So Roy’s using black magic to bind the reaper?”
Sam snorted. “If he is then he’s riding the whirlwind.”
“It’s like putting a dog leash on a great white.”
Dean nodded. “Okay.” He tapped my side and I slid off into the other chair as he went for a beer. “Okay, then we stop Roy.”
“How?”
“You know how.”
“Wait, what the hell are you saying, Dean? We can’t kill Roy.”
“Sam, the guy’s playing God. Deciding who lives and who dies? That’s a monster in my book.”
“No, we can’t Dean. Then we’re no better than he is.”
Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, fine. We can’t kill Roy, we can’t kill death itself. Any ideas, kids?”
Sam and I looked at each other and sighed. “Black magic is about spells…” I trailed off, unsure of what I was getting at.
“That’s it!” Sam jumped. “If he’s using some sort of spell on the reaper, we can figure out what it is.”
“And figure out how to break it.” I grinned.
                                                            ***
“If Roy’s using a spell, there might be a book.” I said as we bounded out of the car.
“Sam, see if you can find it. Take Olive with you.” Dean checked his watch. “Hurry up too, the service starts in fifteen minutes. I’ll try to stall roy.”
The man from earlier, who had been fighting with the cop, held a pamphlet out to Dean. “Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He’s no healer.”
I snorted a laugh, and Dean took the paper.
“Amen brother.”
“You keep up the good work.” Sam clapped his shoulder.
                                                            ***
Sam got down on one knee and clasped his hands together. “Up you go.”
I carefully stepped onto him and got a grasp on the window sill, pulling myself up the rest of the way. I tumbled into the house quietly, Sam following without a word. LeGrange and his wife had just left.
“Split up?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, better if we stick together.”
I nodded as we looked around. Sam must’ve noticed something about a certain book, because he went straight for it, pulling it off the shelf. I went for the desk, pulling out drawers and shuffling through papers. Sam scoffed, then gasped.
“What is it?” I looked up.
“Found it, I think.” He said.
I went to his side as he flipped the small book open. Inside, there was a picture of a skeleton reaper, a picture of the cross he mentioned. Newspaper clippings on the people who had died. Marshall Law, who had died for Dean, was an openly gay schoolteacher. Another woman, found dead in the woods, was an abortion rights advocate. A third clipping slipped from the book and onto the floor. While Sam kept flipping, I bent down and grabbed it.
“Shit.” I mumbled.
“What is it?” Sam looked at me.
I showed him the paper. It was the man who was handing out pamphlets. David Wright.
“Call Dean.” Sam ordered, fishing for the keys in his pocket. “Now.”
I dialed Dean’s number as Sam gathered the book and the clippings. He nodded toward the window, and I hoisted myself over the ledge with a grunt as Dean picked up.
“Hey, pumpkin. Whatcha got?”
“He’s choosing victims he sees as immoral. And we found his next target. Remember that protestor?”
“Parking lot pamphlet guy?”
“Yeah, him. Sam and I can find him, but you can’t let LeGrange heal anyone, alright?”
“Yeah, alright. Be careful.”
“Always. Love you.”
“Love you guys too.”
Sam grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me alongside him, rushing to the car.
                                                            ***
“Help!” There was a scream, and Sam’s eyes bugged out of his head.
“Where?”
I turned, spinning on my toes to see Wright running around a car.
“Help! Help me! Please!”
“Where is he?” Sam sprinted his way, grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Right there!” Wright screamed.
I flipped the video camera open and aimed it to where he pointed as Sam dragged Wright with us.
“Bug, anything?”
“Nope! Gonna have to go off his word.” I let the camera fall to the side and cocked the shotgun.
“Where is he now?”
“There!” He pointed behind Sam.
“Duck!” I ordered as I aimed.
I shot, and nothing happened.
“He’s gone.”
“What?”
My phone buzzed, and I flipped it open.
“Okay, I did it. I stopped LeGrange.”
I nodded. “Okay. Okay, David, I think it’s okay.”
He nodded, turning around. He screamed, and I snapped up to see the ugliest, wrinkliest old man I had ever seen, as tall as Sam, sticking his hand into Wright’s head.
“Dean! It didn’t work! Reaper’s still coming!” I squeaked as I shot again.
The reaper looked at me and hissed, pushing his hand further into Wright’s head. I panted, horrified.
“What? I stopped him!”
“I’m telling you, it didn’t work! LeGrange must not be the one controlling this thing.” I whimpered. “Dean, I can see him.”
“Shit. Shit, okay. Okay. So if it’s not Roy, then who the hell is it?” Dean became frantic, and I took another shot.
It did absolutely nothing to the reaper, but he seemed angry as all hell. Sam shook his hand in front of my face.
“Olive, what the hell are you looking at?”
“Sammy…” I gulped. “I think I pissed him off.”
“Sue Ann.” I heard Dean grumble, then a thud.
The line went dead, and Sam grabbed me by the shoulders, trying to pull me into him and protect me. The reaper took its hand away from Wright and stared at us. He blinked before turning away and vanishing. I let out a breath as Sam moved to help Wright get up.
“I got you. I got you.”
“Thank god.” Wright panted.
                                                            ***
“So Roy really believes.” Sam sighed.
He was criss-cross on his bed, in flannel pajama pants and an old shirt. He was tired, leaning back on his arms as we brainstormed.
“I don’t think he has any idea what his wife’s doing.” Dean shook his head, running a hand through my hair.
He was sitting up in his bed, back against the headboard. I was laying down next to him, my head resting on his lap and my arms curled against my chest.
“We found the book.” I mumbled, pulling it out of my back pocket and holding it out to Dean. “Hidden in their library. Written by a priest who went dark side. Binding spell in there for trapping a reaper.”
Dean sighed. “Must be a hell of a spell.”
“Yeah.” Sam snorted. “You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, a preacher’s wife… Black magic. Murder. Evil.”
“Desperate.” I cut him off as I looked up at Dean, who was still smoothing my hair back. “Her husband was dying and she didn’t have anything to save him.”
Dean nodded. “She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy.”
“Cheating death. Literally.” Sam sighed.
“Yeah, but Roy’s alive, so why is she still using the spell?” Dean asked.
“Right. Power went to her head, now she’s forcing the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral.” I closed my eyes and sighed.
“May God save us from half the people who think they’re doing God's work.” Dean scowled.
“De, we have to break that binding spell.” I opened my eyes and forced myself to sit up.
Dean nodded as he flipped through the book, stopping at a picture of the cross. “Sue Ann had a coptic cross like this. When she dropped it, you guys said the reaper backed off.”
“So you’re thinking we gotta find the cross? Or destroy the altar?”
Dean nodded again. “Maybe both.” He sighed. “Whatever we do, we better do it soon, or he’s healing Layla tonight.”
                                                            ***
“That’s Layla’s car. She’s already here.” Sam spoke as Dean put the car into park.
“Yeah.” He nodded, sad.
“Dean…” I trailed off, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“You know if Roy would’ve picked Layla instead of me she’d be here right now. And if she’s not healed tonight she’s gonna die in a couple of months.”
I sighed, and Sam spoke. “What’s happening to her is horrible. But what’re you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean. You can’t play God.”
Dean said nothing, and I squeezed his shoulder. He reached up and placed his hand over mine. I pressed a kiss to the side of his head before getting out of the car. Dean and Sam did the same, and we shut the three doors at the same time, trying to make the least noise possible.
Dean still looked sad. I held my hand out for him as we snuck towards the tent. He took it with a sigh as Sam peeled back the curtain and we peeked in.
Layla and her mother, along with a small group of people, were sitting with LeGrange.
“Gather round, please, everybody gather round. Come in closer, come on up.”
“Where’s Sue Ann?” I whispered.
“House.” Sam answered, letting the curtain fall back as he stood straight.
We walked slowly over to the house, and I was thankful that the grass made our footsteps disappear. We ducked next to the side of the porch, hidden by a few bushes.
“You two go find Sue Ann, I’ll catch up.” Dean pushed me away, into Sam.
Sam grabbed me by the shoulders, tugging me to stand in front of him as Dean shuffled away. “What are you gonna…”
“Hey!” Dean shouted, attracting the attention of two men coming down the stairs. “You gonna put that fear of God in me?” He taunted, moving his hips from side to side like a matador waving a flag at a bull.
The men dropped their coffees and ran at Dean, who immediately took off.
“Come on.” Sam whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the stairs.
He pushed the door open. The entire house was silent and dark. I shivered. This place gave me worse vibes than the tent did.
“Where is she?” I whispered, and Sam shook his head as we turned around, trying to find her.
Sam saw something and grabbed me by the wrist. I peeked over his shoulder to see cracks of light coming from the basement door. He squared his shoulders as he led us toward the door. He licked his lips and looked at me over his shoulder. He put a finger up to his lips.
Stay quiet.
I nodded, holding his hand as he slipped inside, holding the door open for me with his foot. He picked me up by the waist and set me down in front of him on the steps, shutting the door softly. I padded down the stairs, stopping at the front of the room. There was a candle-lit altar littered with dead animals. Horns, blood, eyeballs, everything you could imagine. I felt bile rise in my throat, and it my eyes burned with hatred when I saw the center of the altar.
It was a photo of Dean, obviously pulled from the security camera from before he was healed. His face was crossed out. In blood. Sam gasped from beside me, and there was the click of a heel.
“I gave your brother life and I can take it away.” Sue Ann hissed.
“You fucking bitch!” I shouted, running at her as Sam flipped the altar over.
I caught a hold of her arm, nails raking down her skin, but she kicked at me, landing me in the ankle, and hard. An animal-like growl left my throat and I went crashing to the ground. I tore skin off her arm, and it was left hanging in my hand as she closed the door and put a wooden beam in front of it. Sam moved me aside and shoved as hard as he could, but the door stayed locked.
“Can’t you kids see? The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked. And your brother is wicked and he deserves to die just as Layla deserves to live. It is God’s will.” She cackled, and blood surged in my veins.
I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t angry. I was hungry for her blood. I wanted to rip her limb from fucking limb and watch the life leave her eyes as I did. The emotions inside me were too strong to be human, but I didn’t care. I wanted Dean safe, and I wanted Sue Ann gone forever.
“Goodbye, Sam. Goodbye, Olive.”
Sam looked around the room, trying to find something to help us break down the lock. I growled again and threw myself at it with the full weight of my body. I heard a crack, and I didn’t know if it was my bones or the beam, but it was something.
“Olive, no!” Sam shouted, but it was too late.
I threw myself at it again. The wood splintered.
“Olive, we can find another way out of here!” Sam shouted, shaking me by the shoulders.
I understood what he was saying. I was processing his words. But I was so angry, so utterly fucking enraged, that I slapped his hands away and went back to the door, slamming my shoulder against it. A splinter embedded itself in my shoulder and I grunted, gritting my teeth so hard they felt like they would snap.
“Olive!”
“Shut up!” I howled, throwing myself against the door one last time.
The beam cracked, and the doors swung open. I stood, panting. Sam stared at me and said something, but I no longer understood. I spit the blood that had made its way to my mouth and let out a huff.
“Dean.”
It didn’t sound like me. It sounded like some badly-edited creature from an 80s horror movie, but I knew what it meant. I wouldn’t be able to stop until Dean was safe. I turned on my heel and ran in the direction of the tent, leaving Sam to stare at me.
I moved as fast as I could, which seemed faster than normal. Sue Ann was hidden beside the tent, chanting something while she held up the cross in one hand. She had a bottle of blood in the other hand.
She screamed as I snapped the cross over my knee, then smacked the blood out of her hand, leaving it to shatter on the ground. I stood in front of her, panting with my teeth bared.
“My God, what have you done!”
“He’s not your God.” Sam spat as I tried to lunge at her.
I wanted blood. Her blood. I wanted to rip her to pieces.
“Olive! Olive, no!” Sam caught me by the waist, pulling me back. “No! No! Olive, stop!” He shouted as he turned me over and grabbed me by the face.
He stared, eyes wide. “Olive, go find Dean.”
I only stared back, panting. I wanted to kill her, and it was the only thing I could think about. He tucked my hair behind my ears and knelt down to be eye-level with me. “Dean.”
I nodded. “Dean.”
It was the same voice, that of a horrible creature, but it didn’t matter. What mattered now was Dean. I sprinted across the parking lot. A car pulled out in front of me, and the horn honked, but I was so focused on Dean that I jumped onto the hood and slid over it.
“Baby!” I heard Dean.
“Dean!” I screamed.
The other voice was scaring me.
Dean. Dean. Dean.
“Sweetheart! Oh, princess! Come here, Ollie.” Dean was within reach, arms outstretched.
I jumped into them, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
“Dean.” Still not me. 
I breathed. “Dean.” More like me. 
“Dean.”
It became my voice again, and my head started pounding. Dean held me in his grip, rocking me back and forth as I calmed down.
“Hey. You okay?”
It was Sam.
“Hell of a week.”
“Yeah. Come on, we gotta get going.”
I blinked, feeling drained. Dean kissed the side of my head, and the stupid voice popped back in.
Dean’s safe. You can rest now.
                                                            ***
“Dean, I’m telling you. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Olive. Okay, whatever the hell is was was out for blood. The way she attacked… I’ve never seen anything attack like before in my entire life.” The middle Winchester presses as he peeks in the rear view mirror.
The youngest of the three is sleeping peacefully in the backseat, one boy’s jacket wrapped around her and the other under her head like a pillow. She’s been out for the last few hours. After they stopped the reaper, after she knew Dean was safe, Olive fell into a dead sleep.
“Sam, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean’s tone is firm.
It’s a warning.
“Dean, come on! It’s like she wasn’t human!”
“Quiet.” Dean hisses.
He’ll be damned if Olive wakes up because of this, damned if she finds out this way. She doesn’t know.
“The hell do you mean, wasn’t human? We raised her, we know for a fact that she’s human.”  Dean speaks through gritted teeth.
“But Dean, the-”
“The what? The fangs? The look in her eyes? The voice? You don’t think I’ve seen her like that? Seen her out for fucking blood, Sam?” Dean cuts him off and pulls into a motel parking lot.
It’s late. He’s tired, and he wants this conversation to be over. Sam gasps as realization settles in.
“You know something.”
“I don’t know what you think I know, Sam, but I can promise that I don’t know jack shit.” Dean jams a finger into his younger brother’s chest.
“Fine. But the next time that demon comes out to play and skins someone, it’s on you.” Sam huffs.
It’s a trap. He didn’t mention that Olive ripped skin off Sue Ann’s arm.
“She’s not a demon and she can’t skin anybody.” Dean snaps, and is filled with immediate regret. 
Sam shakes his head. “You do know something.”
Dean sighs. He turns around to look at Olive. She’s still dead asleep, snoring and drooling like a baby. He sighs again. He motions to Sam and steps out of the car. Sam follows, and they meet at the trunk of the car. Dean hoists himself onto it, and Sam leans against it.
“What is she, Dean?”
Dean shakes his head. “She’s a kid. She’s a baby. My baby. She’s my responsibility, Sam. That’s what she is.”
“Dean, please. Just tell me what she is. She’s not human. That much is obvious.”
Dean shakes his head once more and looks up to the sky, tears in his eyes.
“Dean.”
“I can’t tell you, Sammy. You gotta understand.”
Sam scoffs. “Dean, she’s dangerous.”
“The hell she is!” Dean raises his voice, and this time it’s enough to wake Olive.
She shifts in the backseat, her eyes cracking open. Her brothers don’t notice.
“Dean-”
“She won’t hurt anybody. Okay? Not anybody that isn’t trying to hurt us.”
“What?”
Dean sighs again, and Olive strains to listen. 
“It only happens when one of us is about to die. When she knows for sure that something she can physically stop is about to kill us.”
Sam sighs, and Dean shakes his head, tears falling down his face.
“Look Sam, that's all I can tell you.”
“What is she?” Sam asks again.
Olive’s heart thumps in her chest. Sam is scared of her now. She hears Dean tell Sam to stop asking.
“I’m not gonna tell you.”
Sam scoffs, and Olive’s eyes threaten to fill with tears. Her nose burns. She can feel it coming.
“Dean, I love her, you know that, but monsters can’t be good. You know that. Push comes to shove, one day we will have to-”
“Don’t you fucking dare say that to me.” Dean cuts him off, and Olive finally begins to cry.
“She’s my kid. She doesn’t know. All she knows is that she gets protective. Now, she’s my baby, and I’m never gonna lay a hand on her. You hear me?”
“Dean-”
“And neither will you. Do you fucking understand me?”
“Dean-”
“Sam.” Dean snarls. “Do you understand me?”
Sam sighs, and Olive pops up in her seat. Dean whacks Sam’s arm upon seeing her. Sam mumbles an agreement, and Dean makes his way to the back door of the car, opening it.
“Morning, princess.”
Olive sniffs as Dean lifts her out of the car. She is drained, exhausted. Dean shoots Sam a look. The conversation is over, and he has no plans of starting it ever again.
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You set my world on fire
He’s definitely still shaking, adrenaline running through him when they eventually separate. The world comes rushing back to him, the sound of birds chirping and the sound of the wind blowing suddenly seem so loud. When he finally opens his eyes he’s surprised how flushed she is, not expecting her to be as affected by this as he was. Her lips are parted and her eyelashes are fluttering. For a fleeting moment, he wonders how he looks. 
- Clonath, first kiss, making out, arguements (Because would it be chloe and nat if they didnt argue?) 
-tbh im not sure what the hell this is, but it’s here! Used a bit of my other random WIP I had posted a while ago
 One of her hands is on his neck and the other is in his hair. He’s trying to keep himself from shaking, one of his hands on her cheek and the other holding her waist closer to him.
Her body is flushed against him, she’s very warm and soft. She smells so good, he’s unsure how she can still smell so amazing when they’ve been out in the hot and humid air.
He feels her tongue touch his bottom lip and he jumps back just a bit. She tastes like the peach lip gloss she uses and he’s cannot think clearly anymore, not when he’s distracted by what she is doing to him. He doesn’t care enough to try to think clearly right now, not when other things are more important, like the soft sounds she’s making.
His hand moves down between her neck and jaw. He’s afraid to move too fast, she is 100 percent in control of this. One of her hands comes to grab onto his and she moves it so their fingers interlock and he smiles into the kiss.
She breaks away for a quick moment, breath hot against his mouth. “Is this okay?” She asks in a much softer voice than he would have expected.
Not trusting himself to speak he nods his head and quickly dives back to kissing her. He’s not even worried he’s coming off needy or desperate, he just wants to feel her skin against his, to make her feel how she makes him feel. He’s kissed girls before but kissing her is exhilarating.
He hopes she is feeling what he is feeling. He needs to know he’s not the only one affected. He cannot remember the last time he felt this euphoric. Maybe it’s how soft her lips are, or how she seems to switch from rough to tender. Maybe its how her hands grip onto him as if she’s afraid to let go.
He’s definitely still shaking, adrenaline running through him when they eventually separate. The world comes rushing back to him, the sound of birds chirping and the sound of the wind blowing suddenly seem so loud. When he finally opens his eyes he’s surprised how flushed she is, not expecting her to be as affected by this as he was. Her lips are parted and her eyelashes are fluttering. For a fleeting moment, he wonders how he looks.
They don’t speak for a while. One of her hands is still holding his, the other clutching the front of his shirt. He finds himself unable to let go of her, the idea of no longer being this close to her feels wrong.
“I’m sorry.”
His world stops for the second time that day. Why is she apologizing? Did she hate it? Did she hate him?
He opens his mouth to speak but she beats him to it.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, It won’t happen again.” She’s speaking very soft. If he wasn’t inches away from her he doesn't think he would be able to hear her.
His heart stops and he feels cold and confused. He’s struggling to breathe and he’s not sure if it's because of her words or her kiss.
He finally finds his voice when she starts to pull away from him. His hands automatically tighten on her, as if it is instinctual for him to keep her from leaving.
“I..uh...I don’t uh…” he’s stuttering and he’s not sure he’s ever been more nervous. “what...what do you mean?”
Her head tits up towards him, he can see her eyes and is shocked to see her glaring at him.
“Weren't you listening? I said I was sorry. You don’t have to worry about it happening again!” Her voice is harsh and very different than it was a moment ago.
He’s never been more confused in his life. They had the most mindblowing kiss ever and now she’s angry at him?
“You’re sorry?” She’s still trying to move away from him and he can feel his heart tremble with every push.
“Of course I’m sorry! I practically attacked you!”
He keeps growing more and more confused and frustrated. He doesn’t know why she’s yelling at him, didn't she feel the same way? Didn't she understand he can’t go back to just being friends?
“So you’re just going to ignore it? Forget it happened and move on as if nothing happened?” He realizes he is raising his voice but he cannot help it, he’s panicking and he feels like he’s trying to outrun an imaginary clock.
“Yes! Why wouldn’t I?” Her voice is also raised and firm. He's too dumbfounded to understand the sudden turn of events.
“Are you kidding me?!” He rips himself away from her, creating more distance between them because he’s afraid she might actually kick or slap him for yelling at her.
He is close to pulling out his hair, he knows she’s incredibly stubborn but he can't grasp how they managed to end up here.
“Why are you so afraid of this? You obviously like me and I’m beside myself with how much I adore you. Why can’t we do something about it?!” He’s not proud of how his voice cracks but he’s gone through so many emotions within the last 30 minutes that he’s can’t be bothered by it at the moment.
“Because I’m afraid of what will happen if it doesn't work!”
If he wasn’t so frustrated at the moment, maybe he would have realized that it was a legitimate fear to have. He’s never felt this way for someone else before, he’s positive he will never feel this way for anyone else ever. She makes him feel invincible and vulnerable at the same time and he is head over heels in love with her.
“So you’re not even willing to try?” He says after a moment.
She closes her eyes and sighs like she’s trying to explain something to a whiny child. He should be offended but he doesn't feel anything other than sadness.
“Do you really want to try and then find out we shouldn’t have?”
“I don’t want to not try and spend the rest of my life wondering.” His voice coming out soft and he feels so nervous. Like he’s in a life or death situation, in a way he guesses he is.
She doesn’t look at him. She’s staring at the dark sky above, looking at the night sky and at any other time, he would have joined her.
“I don’t want to ruin this.” Her voice is soft again, no longer bitter. Her arms are crossed, defensive and alert.
He sniffs and he suddenly realizes he’s crying, which makes him even more embarrassed and frustrated. He’s putting himself out there and he feels like he’s getting absolutely nowhere. Maybe he should stop bothering her. They will never be the same again but at least he got to have some time with her.
“It doesn’t matter, we can’t go back to the way we were before.” His voice is firm and he’s proud of himself for not breaking down, even if that’s all he want’s to do.
He hears her sharp intake of breath. His head is starting to hurt and all he want’s to do is go home. He’s not sure how much more he can handle. He wipes the tears off his cheek.
She lets out a shaky exhale before speaking. “Can you promise me something?”
He would promise the world to her if it meant getting one more second with her.
“Anything.”
“If we try this,” His breath hitches, he can’t breathe. “Can you please promise me that if it doesn’t work that you won’t hate me? I don’t think I could ever deal with tha-.”
His lips are back on her before she can finish her sentence. He pulls away, centimeters from her, her breath mingling with his.
“I could never hate you. You could take everything away from me and I would still grovel at your feet, desperate for more of you.”
He doesn’t wait for her to respond, he’s back to kissing her. His lips pressed hard against her, as if he could make her understand by his lips alone. He doesn’t want to waste any more time. One of his hands is holding tight on her waist, the other gently holding her face. He bites her bottom lip and she makes the most euphoric noise. He could spend eternity kissing her. Hell, he wants to spend eternity kissing her.
She pulls away and he reflexively tightens his grip on her. He opens his eyes to find her eyes are closed. But her lips are turned into a smile, “And you say I’m dramatic.”
He breathes out a laugh, “I’m only dramatic for you, Bee.”
Her hand finds his, their fingers intertwine like they were made for each other. Her eyes open and he finds small tears pooling in her eyes. He moves to kiss them away before they can fall down her cheek.
“I love you.” She whispers it and he can’t help but the relieved sigh that escapes him.
“I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for years.” His head falls to the space between her neck and shoulder, content just to spend time underneath the stars with her.
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