𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕞𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖~~~~~ (♡♤ 𝐀 𝙏𝙒𝙎𝙏 𝙁𝙄𝘾 ♢♧)

Gσ𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄í𝗇𝗀 𝖽α𝗆𝗇 í𝗍, Α𝖼є.

NOTES:
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MAJOR TW: PTSD Flashbacks and Calming/Soothing someone out of one.

Although I personally haven't experienced a PTSD Flashback, I've witnessed and helped many friends and roommates through them before, so I'll be going off my personal experience from both that and how they describe having them!

If you have any information or I miswrite one, let me know!

Also, if you didn't read the "We get Double Stalked" chapter ( the one before "Crowley faces the consequences of his actions, kind of" , or you're not sure if you did, GO DO THAT NOW!

You'll need to read that to understand what's happening right now!

ONWARDS!
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Yea, so he did say he didn't want to TALK about it, but that didn't stop him from thinking about it.

He saw it, felt it, witnessed weird flashes of it, call it whatever the hell you want, but now he understood why she was so terrified all the damn time. 

If he was casually walking around knowing all that shit while at a huge disadvantage and four feet from the people in question at most times, he, personally, would be scared shitless. 

...And 60% sure that if they swapped places, he'd be doing a better job.

Y'know why?  Because unlike SOMEONE, he wasn't opposed to making things someone else's problem (and his problem at the same time in  some case) , and he would be hella willing to accept any help he could.

Especially after he DIRECTLY TOLD HER to drop the shit. 

But no, Ms "I literally have the fate of the world in my hands."  thinks fighting 7 overblots semi-alone and magicless is better than just—

Ace paused his mental monologue after both realizing it was pouring, and seeing a vehicle headed towards him.

The vehicle in question, a sleek limo, stopped abruptly, and a blonde young woman, clad in a pink frilly sundress and a large white sunhat, came near flying out of the car.

"Are you alright, sugar?"

A stubbyish man rolled down the window from the drivers seat, brows wrinkled.

"Ms.Sharla, You sure these are the ones? I don't see a ca-"

Ace stood stunned as she ignored the man entirely, carefully helping a now mildly blinded by the headlights Deuce off the ground, then patted both the bluettes and gingers cheeks, eyes skimming over all their many injuries, and Ophelia, who was either asleep or just faking it very well.

She—Sharla, whatever, carefully lifted her injured leg, then wrist, glancing back up at the two boys with worry.

"Oh, you poor dears....What happened?"

Realizing that A: There was a solid 80% chance this woman would give them a free ride to town or back up, and B: Would mildly pamper them, Ace intended to take full advantage of the fact the two moral compasses of the trio were on varying stages of conscious.

"Well, you see, we got trapped underground in an old morgue after a fall, and my friend here sprained their ankle..."

The blonde shook her head solemnly and pulled them towards the limousine, not fully waiting for Ace to finish deciding what half-lie he wanted to tell next as he was pushed into the fancy vehicle.

"Are you boys from Night Raven? I can take y'all back up if so!"

Deuce (finally) destunned enough to nervously nod, staring down at the floor.