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Interrogation

Headcanon: Interrogation at cross-guild doesn’t go the way they thought.

Warning: descriptions of violence.

My muse: @since-im-already-here. Thank you for allowing me to exploit your weakness.

Masterlist here.

Prompt background: You are a hardened and seasoned individual. A tank, a solid unit that can handle literally any physical damage and recover. You have but one weakness, unknown to all close to you.

Crocodile: beats, kicks, hooks the skin from atop your shoulder blades and flays you against the ceiling by chains. He suffocates you with sand, taunts you by blowing cigar smoke against your face – you do not break

Mihawk: penetrates your skin with his cross blade all while degrading you, attempting to gather information to physically pry them out of you piece by piece. He wields Yoru, flourishing it and slicing you with the wind beneath his mighty blade pushing you from your feet – but, you still do not break.

Buggy: takes his middle finger between his teeth, removes his white glove and immediately places his pinky finger between his painted lips, removes the digit from his lips with a 'pop' and playfully begins wiggling it at you. Removing the finger from his hand with a small 'click', the littlest finger begins inching its way slowly against the polished floorboards; a slimy line of red-stained drool following behind it in a trail. As the digit climbs over your body and makes its way up to sit at your collarbone, it taunts you by waving the top phalanges at you in a pathetic wiggle - you break.

You: immediately wince, wiggle, scream, cry, blabber, “please no, please no, please no. I’ll tell you anything. If I don’t know the information, I will go out of my way to learn it for you. I will do anything you ask of me. I’m begging you. Please don’t put that in my ear.”

Stunned silence. This is what broke you. A wet willy from the clown.

Tag list @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @writingmysanity

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

“Darkness and decay and the red death held illimitable dominion over all” from "The Masque of the Red Death" by Edgar Allan Poe – Byam Shaw // You're On Your Own, Kid – Taylor Swift

[nocternalrandomness]

"New Year" by Bill Randall

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

A New Year's kiss.. thinking how lovely it would be for Wilmon to bring in the new year with that midnight kiss. 💕

💜❤️ They'll get their chance now because after so many obstacles, they're together. The feelings are real, worth everything, all-encompassing.. so happily thinking of them at a party and oh, they spot each other and.. 5,4, 3, 2, 1.. a kiss.. Happy New Year! I love you. Imagining them celebrating, surrounded by friends, fun times, beautiful lights.. 💜❤️

[youchangedmedestiel]

New Year's Eve tradition

Cas discovered a human tradition that happens at New Year's Eve he didn't know about before, because he saw it happened on the TV, multiple times now. The tradition consists of a human kissing another human on the lips at midnight.

Sam is working on another case with Eileen so he guesses he'll fulfill this tradition as he should. But what about Dean?

They are on another hunt together and there is no one else for him to kiss at midnight. Well except Cas. The angel can help if necessary because he would do anything for Dean. Plus, he is kind of curious to know what it would feel like to kiss the hunter, to feel his plumped and probably soft lips against his. He can't deny he never thought about it.

Fortunately, they wrapped their case up before midnight. It was an easy salt and burn kind of thing. As they walk away from the cemetery, Cas stops suddenly before arriving at the Impala.

"Dean, it's almost midnight." He notices, looking up to the sky. It's a clear and cold night, the moon is almost full and the stars are twinkling.

"And?" Dean asks, turning around to see the angel standing still. He glances up, trying to find out what Cas is looking at.

"We should respect the tradition." Cas explains as he walks slowly and carefully closer to the hunter who is standing near the driver's door and looking back at the angel now.

"What tradition?" Dean asks, frowning and scanning Cas up and down.

"The human tradition of New Year's Eve, as a human you're supposed to kiss another human at midnight." Cas explains and Dean only realizes now that tonight is December 31. Previous years, he picked up a chick at a random bar and kissed her. Sometimes this led to more and sometimes not, and in that case Dean just stayed at the bar drinking before going back to his motel room. Or some other times he was just on a hunt like tonight, not caring about what day it was because new year or not his life was always the same mess.

"Well there are no living humans around here." Dean observes jokingly, because he is feeling nervous by Cas's proximity. The angel is standing inches away from him, he can feel the heat of his breath against the skin of his throat and chin.

"I'm human enough if you need me to be." Cas states but doesn't move a bit, he doesn't want to force Dean to do anything if he doesn't want to. His eyes are locked to Dean's with that intensity of his, they are as twinkling as the stars. And Dean can't deny how his knees are getting weak nor how something weird is building in his stomach from that gaze only.

They hear a bell ringing, probably coming from the church nearby, and fireworks light up the sky. Cas doesn't have the time to say happy new year that Dean's lips are pressing against his, his hand curling around the angel's nape to keep him there. It's shy and hesitant at first, but when Cas starts returning the kiss, what was building in Dean's stomach explodes like the fireworks above their heads. His knees get weaker but Cas keeps him steady as he presses him between the Impala and his own body.

The kiss turns heated and passionate as Cas licks his lower lip. Dean parts them and Cas takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, brushing Dean's slowly at first. Their tongues stroke each other hungrily, while Dean is tugging at Cas's tie and nape, seeking for more contact and Cas's arms are framing him, keeping him safe and warm there. The intensity of the kiss rises as the number of fireworks in the sky increase, loud, echoing noises in the valley and blue, yellow, red, green, all of them mixing together, lightning the area like it's the middle of the day.

Once the last noise resounds and the surroundings become dark again, they part, red and swollen lips leaving each other, hitching breaths breaking the returning silence in the cemetery.

"Happy new year, Dean." Cas is finally able to say, his hand cupping Dean's jaw with his thumb stroking his cheek tenderly. The hunter can't help but melt into the touch, still trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks, Cas. Happy new year." Dean answers, slightly smiling. He hadn't expected to begin the new year this way, but he can't deny that this is a pretty damn good start.

[weirdly-drawn-midnight-crew]

[andallshallbewell]

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Happy New Year, everyone!

[ramonapest]

this scene feels like what i once saw on a screen

i searched “aurora borealis green”

[martyrbat]

[k41tlyn8487]

OMG ITS HALLOWEEN SEASON IM SO EXCITED

[dream-pink]

[oddfallshop]

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Can’t Stop The Music (1980) is full of quotes

[dandelionsandviolets]

[midnightsvinyls]

i made a mood board to celebrate midnight’s birthday🥰

all pics from pinterest