The warm feeling in his chest radiated a soothing calm as he watched his friends clamor around his apartment. He wasn’t really talking to anyone, but he was glad that they were there.
Wesley’s eyes flitted from the small group who bobbed and weaved between one another, the decorations slowly climbing the walls and the plastic tree stuck in the corner. Glitter covered ornaments shined as the last of the sunlight clung to the room, each ray slowly losing grip on the room. The sun brushed a gentle warmth over the apartment, the last bit of warmth that almost made things seem normal.
Like she wasn’t truly gone.
The thought was only there for a moment as his coarse hand slipped over his shirt, his palm resting on his chest above the heart that shattered and crumbled, dark onyx eyes falling to the coffee mug gripped in his free white-knuckled hand.
“Wes,” The gruff voice was gentle as another body settled onto the couch next to him, a hand finding his shoulders that seemed to send an electric current straight through the tanned man’s worn down body. Obsidian eyes flicked away from the cold coffee that Wesley was too tightly holding. Beside him was one of her friends… Ian was tall, cocoa skinned with honey colored eyes that never lost their kindness.
“How about I take short-stack for the night? James and I don’t have anywhere to be, you need sleep.” The older twin’s voice was hushed as to avoid drawing the attention of the others, his brother James who was holding Courtney over his head as she topped the tree, auburn hair tied into a knot at the base of her skull. Near the kitchen archway was Taylor, a curvy collage student who held the small bundle in question, green eyes on the young infant’s face as she cooed…
“I don’t know, I need to get used to it– I’ve heard the first few months are the worst–”
“They are, trust me. But Fallon wouldn’t want you to do it alone. We’re right down the hall if something happens or you miss her.” Ian gently squeezed Wesley’s shoulder before he stood. “Just think on it,” The pair met eyes once more before Wesley let his head bow. The mention of Fallon hurt… But thanks to the friends that they– he had now, because of her, he would be just fine.
Their daughter would be okay too.
“I’m proud of you,”
The voice was gentle, a whisper on the nonexistent wind that made the tanned skinned man grow ghostly pale, his grip on the mug’s handle slipping as the half filled ceramic tumbled towards cheap hardwood floors. Dark hued eyes flicked up to the others who occupied the flat to see if they had heard hervoice as well. The hairs stood up on his neck, his chest became painfully tight- tears brimmed his eyes as anguish washed over the young single father.
‘Please, just go away–’
The images that flashed in his mind’s eye only served to drive the stake further into his chest, his breathing was labored and panicked as his back slumped, eyes shutting tight to try and cut off any further games his mind would play.
She had been stunningly beautiful, with pale honey skin, dark red hair that held the waves of the ocean in them, while her crystalline blue hues never ceased to carry wonder and imagination. Her laugh was melodious, her voice a song all its own. But that’s what she had been.
Hehadto remember that, for their daughter. For their little Nova.
GREAT TIME FOR OSCAR TO REALIZE HE’S IN LOVE WITH RUBY
Oscar is literally based off ‘The Little Prince’ and now, just like his inspiration, he’s stuck in a desert separated from his rose. Like his inspiration, he’ll probably have a breakdown when he considers the possibility that his rose might be dead and a Fox will track him to value what he feels in his heart. However we need to be careful for anything related to snakes, venom, and lies since they relate to the Prince’s ‘death’.
“When I die, the world will be yours for the taking. The question is, what will you do with it?”
A red lipstick smile. “I won’t be takingthe world.” The smile sours. “It’s…telling you’d think that though.”
The Hero strains against their bonds. They’ve never been in this situation before–bound by thick chains in the Villain’s lair. They’ve never been caughtbefore and it’s throwing them off their game. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She doesn’t answer. Her heels click against the linoleum floor as she walks the perimeter of the room. There are photos on the wall of destruction. Houses burning and skyscrapers crumbling. Pits in the earth and scorch marks across asphalt. She stops behind them. Out of sight. “I didn’t think I’d be able to capture you so easily.”
The Hero didn’t think it was possible either. The Villainess behind them is newly risen in her predecessor’s place. They didn’t even know the old villain retired, didn’t know villains couldretire. You’re supposed to be a Villain until you die. “You caught me off guard. If you’d fought fair, I would have–”
She’s in front of them between one breath and the next, one hand one either armrest, looming over them. “You would have what? Set me on fire?”
The Hero stutters. Her eyes are almost as black as the mask covering most of her face. “You attacked me from behind like a coward–”
“You would have heard me coming if you hadn’t been blowing up the street,” she says.
I have a billion allergies, even more intolerances, textural issues, and even more issues with food. And to make it worse? I have an ED. Eating is a minefield and I just want a break so bad, but I can’t because if I’m not hyperaware I’ll die, but when I am hyperaware it worsens the ED and is extremely exhausting. For once I’d like to see ableds actually think about the consequences of their actions for disabled ppl when it comes to food and food service and “free food” at meetings and events
You’re a novice demon who managed to convice a mother to give up her first born in exchange for eternal youth. You did so, because it seems like the kind of thing all the other demons are doing, but now you are not sure what you are supposed to do with an infant and it’s way too late to ask.
“You could always eat it.”
Envy looked up in confusion.
“Sorry, what?”
Gluttony gestured to the infant nestled in Envy’s arms.
“I’ve had human before,” they said. “It’s not bad. Like pork. I bet a little one would be soft. Like veal.”
Gluttony ran their tongue over a set of rotten teeth. Gray and emaciated, they always had a pinched, hungry look about them.
“I could take it off your hands, if you want.”
Envy shrank back, cradling the infant a bit tighter.
“No,” they hissed. “This is mine, Gluttony.”
Gluttony chuckled.
“Suit yourself,” they said. “You were the one who asked what to do with it.”
Envy stalked off with the child, unsure where to go next. If this was the advice Gluttony had to give, imagine what Wrath would have to say. Or Lust. Envy shuddered.
But something even worse happened to Envy, instead.
Matthew: Good. Then, you’ll understand what I’m going to ask for on this visit.
Marc: Matthew, please-
Matthew: Take me off the will. Don’t make this harder for me. If you keep me on it, you know damn well all the shareholders will interpret it as your dying wish. They’ll insist on making Noah the next heir.
Marc: You know I can’t do that. You’re my only son.
Matthew: Choose Ava, father. I know she feels like a daughter to you. And she’s willing to put her son in that position.
Marc: But she stays my brother’s daughter no matter how I see her.
Matthew: I’m not sure what you’re trying to say… Ava is on our side.
Marc:[sighs]I can’t let them take the leadership, Matthew. You know why.
Matthew: If it’s about those old tales-
Marc: Do you remember what your grandma told you about our family’s ancestors?
Matthew:[sighs, nods] God, here we go.
Marc: The very First of our family was loved by Earth. She gave him power and kindness to show him her love, as well as two sons. Right before he died, he chose to live again and again inside of every single one of his first sons: Me, you, Noah and everyone who came before and will come after us. The second sons, left empty and incomplete, are destined to forever carry jealousy, greed and wrath in their souls.
Marc: The only reason our family keeps on flourishing is because we managed to keep the second borns out of the succession line for all the meaningful positions in the company. If it ever happens… Everything will collapse.
Summary:After another disagreement with Sam about how the trio is handling John’s disappearance, the Winchesters set out to Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin to investigate the drownings.
A/N:just so i don’t disappear for a while without a word, i’m going to try to remain consistent-ish with my posts, but my grandparents both have COVID and i’m not super motivated right now. if things get worse, i probably won’t be on for a bit. please bear with me through it. as always, dialogue taken directly from the episode is in italics.
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You sat beside Dean at the counter of the small diner, looking through a newspaper while he read another. Your waitress walked over and stopped in front of Dean, smiling at him. She leaned in close to him and smiled.
“Can I get you anything else?” she asked. You circled an obituary a few times, shaking your head.
“Just the check, please,” you replied without looking up at her. Sam walked over and took his seat on the other side of Dean while the waitress walked away. Dean hung his head then looked over at you.
“You know, Y/N, we are allowed to have fun once in a while.” He pointed over at the waitress. “That’s fun.” You only rolled your eyes in response.
“Here. Take a look at this. I think I got one.” you pushed the paper towards him. He took it and placed it between him and Sam. “Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn’t walk out. Authorities dragged the water—nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found, either. They had a funeral two days ago.”
“A funeral?” Sam asked, looking up from the paper. His disbelief was clear.
“Yeah. They buried an empty coffin for closure or whatever,” you replied with a shrug.
“Closure? What closure? People don’t just disappear. Other people just stop looking for them.” Dean looked over at you then turned the stool to fully face Sam.
“Something you want to say to us?”
“The trail for Dad—it’s getting closer every day.”
“Exactly. So, what are we supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. Something. Anything.”
“You know what? I’m sick of this attitude. You don’t think me and Y/N want to find Dad as much as you do?”
“Yeah, I know you do. It’s just-” Dean continued to talk over him.
“Me and Y/N are the ones that have been with him every single day for the past two years while you’ve been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we’re going to kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?” Sam didn’t reply. Instead, the two of them stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. You rolled your eyes and stood up.
“I’ll be in the car when you two are finished,” you said.
“Y/N-” Sam started, but you cut him off.
“No. I’m sick and tired of this. Dean’s right, you haven’t been here. This is how we do things. Even you just said you don’t know what we should do. God, if you want to do things your own way, just shut up and go. As soon as this is over, you’re going to leave anyway.” You turned to look at Dean. “This is exactlywhat I warned you about.” You looked between the two of them once more, shook your head, and walked out. Dean sighed and straightened up in his seat, piling the papers together. Sam cleared his throat.
“Alright. Lake Manitoc. Hey, how far?”
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You followed Sam and Dean up to the door, standing behind them. You smoothed out your jacket and readied your badge while Dean knocked on the door. A man opened the door almost immediately.
“Will Carlton?” Dean asked. Will nodded.
“Yeah. That’s right.” You held up your badge at the same time Sam and Dean lifted theirs.
“I’m Agent Ford. These are Agents Hamill and…Fisher.We’re with the U.S. Wildlife Service.”
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Will led the three of you outside. His father sat out on a bench on their dock, and Will watched him for a few seconds before turning back to the three of you.“She was about a hundred yards out. That’s where she got dragged down.”
“And you’re sure she didn’t just drown?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She’s as safe out there as in her own bathtub.”
“So, no splashing, no signs of distress?” Sam asked.
“No. That’s what I’m telling you.” Will replied.
“Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?” You were the one to speak this time.
“No. Again, she was really far out there.”
“You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?” you followed up.
“No, never. Why? Why? What do you think is out there?” Will’s eyes met each of yours, begging for an answer.
“We’ll let you know as soon as we do,” Dean answered. With that, he turned around and walked back to the car. You began to follow but stopped and looked back when Sam remained planted in his position.
“What about your father? Can we talk to him?” Sam asked. His eyes never left the older man’s shape. Will sighed and glanced back at his father.
“Look, if you don’t mind, I mean, he didn’t see anything, and he’s kind of been through a lot.”
“We understand.” Sam nodded. He finally turned away and followed you back to the car.
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“Now, I’m sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?” Jake asked, opening the gate on the side of the desk to let the three of you in.
“You sure it’s accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.” Sam spoke, the three of you following Jake into his office.
“Like what?” His annoyance was already made clear in his tone. He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk as he walked further into the room.“Here. Sit, please.” You pulled a chair over and sat beside Sam.“There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There’s nothing even big enough to pull down a person unless it was the Loch Ness Monster.”
“Yeah, right,” Dean said. You leaned forward in your chair slightly to exchange a look with him before sitting back and turning your attention back to Jake.
“Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks,” Jake continued, finally sitting down. “Still, we dragged the entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, and there was nothing down there.”
“That’s weird, though. I mean, that’s the third missing body this year,” you said, narrowing your eyes slightly.
“I know.” Jake’s voice was softer now, sorrowful. “These are people from my town. These are people I care about.”
“I know” Dean replied.
“Anyway…”Jake sighed, throwing his hands up as he leaned back in his chair..“All this, it won’t be a problem much longer.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked. Jake looked at him quizzically.
“Well, the dam, of course.”
“Of course.” Dean looked over at you and Sam with widened eyes before continuing. “The dam. It’s, uh, it sprung a leak.”
“It’s falling apart. And the Feds won’t give us the grant to repair it. So they’ve opened the spillway.” Jake moved in his seat, resting his arms on the desk while he eyed Dean. “In another six months, there won’t be much of a lake. There won’t be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that.” He looked at the three of you, suspicion lighting up his eyes.
“Exactly,”you nodded, trying to save face any way you could. Before anything more could be said, a woman entered the room.
“Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later,” she said, looking at Jake.
“Agents, this is my daughter,” Jake introduced as the four of you stood. Dean walked over and held out his hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dean,” he smirked.
“Angela Bar. Hi,” she replied, shaking his hand.
“Hi.”Dean’s eyes never left hers, that is until Jake spoke up.
“They’re from the Wildlife Service about the lake,” Jake explained, interrupting your brother’s flirting.
“Oh,”Angela said. Her voice was barely audible. A young boy stepped out from behind Angela.
“Oh, hey there. What’s your name?” Dean asked him. The boy kept his gaze on the floor, then turned and walked out of the room. Angela looked at the four of you apologetically before following the boy.
“His name is Lucas,” said Jake. Through the doorway, you watched Angela help Lucas pick some crayons out of the box.
“Is he okay?” you asked, glancing back at Jake.
“My grandson’s been through a lot. We all have,” he sighed. With that, he walked around his desk and over to the door.“Well, if there’s anything else I can do for you, please let me know.”
“Thanks,”Sam said as you all filed out of the office.
“Hey, you know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?” Dean looked to Angela.
“Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It’s two blocks up,” she replied with a smile.You and Sam turned to leave but stopped when Dean spoke again.
“Two…would you mind showing us?” he asked. You looked at Sam and rolled your eyes.
“You want me to walk you two blocks?” Angela scoffed.
“Not if it’s any trouble,” Dean replied.
“I’m headed that way anyway,” she said before looking over at Jake. “I’ll be back to pick up Lucas at three.” She leaned down and hugged Lucas from behind. “We’ll go to the park, okay, sweetie?” After kissing the side of his head, she stood and went to the front door.
“Thanks again,” Sam nodded at Jake before following you and Dean out of the building and after Angela.
“So, cute kid,” Dean said as soon as you made your way down the street.
“Thanks,”Angela smiled, crossing the street.
“Kids are the best, huh?” You and Sam started laughing softly and Dean shot a look at you both, a silent “shut up.”
“There it is.” Angela gestured to the motel across the street. “Like I said, two blocks.”
“Thanks,”you said, ready to head in. She nodded then looked at Dean, sighing.
“Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.” You turned around to try and hold back a laugh while Angela crossed the street again. “Enjoy your stay,” she called over her shoulder. You contained yourself and looked to Dean.
“I like her,” you smiled.
“‘Kids are the best?’ You don’t even like kids.” Sam criticized.
“I love kids,” Dean shot back.
“Name three children that you even know,” Sam challenged. Dean went silent; you could practically see the gears in his head trying to form an answer. Sam shook his head and walked into the motel, you at his heels.
“I’m thinking!” Dean called out, following the two of you in.
they will deny baby formula to the children they will force you to birth for the purpose of having them be gunned down by a domestic terrorist a few years later. all before charging $10k for an ambulance ride if one of the bullets happens to graze your own arm
Canon to the Mcu, dreams are your variants doing whatever
So what has my variants been up to (all dreams I can remember)
A furby empire attacked an old house they where touring when they where like six
They where running through a very dark woods with their two best friends
They got outted at school cause a kid found their tumblr
I worked at a pet saloon but only from 6-8 am and my parents had to take me in and it pissed them off
My mom chocked my out with my hoodie
It was a dystopian world and me and a bunch of other kids where camping out high up in a building. I was like a leader
I was at a summer camp where my cabin mate had abusive parents. The cabin was yellow with lots of plants
This is a long one, I was in my dads classroom before school, but it was me and girl and a guy. We convinced the girl to sing over the pa. I went outside to the parking lot and a conventionally attractive blonde opposite sex senior asked me in perverted ways if I was gonna date them next year, in real life I know this person and they would never. Next I was in a classroom and a sayter is roaming about, I lean out the window and ask, are you a sayter, ahh you didn’t call me mortal, you must be a clear sited one, pants appeared on him and he walked over, then my alarm went off
I was stuck in a river for fifteen years, like a soul fish, I come out of said river and bricks and metals from the buildings come around me giving me a body. I head to my dads meat/barbecue plant. A majority of the workers are alseep, they’ve been alseep for fifteen years, not aging, some are fine with kids. We start working on getting the plant back up, I’m a bad thing to the local police force so one day when out and about with extended family we here police cars so they are trying to hide me.
I’m a scientist, maybe not. But I’m part of an important experiment. Like really important. The numbers on the pages keep blurring off
The world is cracking apart like ice age. We are all gonna die. I’m cussing up a storm and still being told to watch my language. My and my family had a falling out but I wanna say good bye. They are in a Greek like pavilion I’m trying to get there but the earth cracks apart. People are cheering every time it happens a bit more and enjoying their last sun set. I notice I have my dads golden watch. I see a kid from my chemistry class and through it at him and tell him to please take it to my dad. He says no he wants to watch the sunset and throughs it back
hello, i’m sort of making my way back around here, slowly but surely. my grandma’s funeral is on Thursday, but i’m hoping to sorr of be around more. i have a LONG train journey tomorrow and i’m hoping to use it to catch up on some fics, if my dumb brain will let me.
but more than anything i just really appreciate everybody’s kind messages & words, more than you can know ❤️ i’m getting back to everybody, i promise, and i appreciate you all so very much !!
each body lines up in front of you, row after row after row after row after and the steps keep coming, step after step after step after step after and the graves keep digging and keep digging and keep digging and keep and your steps keep coming keep coming keep coming keep and you want to stop stop stop stop stop stop but you simply cannot. and each body lines up in front of you,
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