#It was all in good humor but it still deals psychic damage occasionally

[driftingballoons]

remembering one time in high school where this girl was telling everyone what they “looked” like. One girl got dubbed a plum, another christened as a coconut, and I?

this abomination

[valsworldofcreativity]

Requests are open !

So i am taking request! You all can request for Eisuke, Soryu, Baba, Mamoru from “Kissed By The Baddest Bidder (KBTBB) & Sam & Dean Winchester from “Supernatural” & guys from "Lovestruck" from GIL, AFK,L&L, Castway & HIFL. Give me number & name of the guy!

Here are some of the prompts you can request from:

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Here, let’s share the blanket.”

“You’re comfy.”

“You are my new pillow.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“But I want to hear you sing.”

“We can talk over dinner.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”

“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

“Will you let me rub your back?”

“Care to give me a back scratch?”

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

“I think I love you.”

“You are my love.”

“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“It is not morning yet.”

“Shush and go back to bed.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Your bed head is really cute.”

“We’ll do dishes together.”

“How about a kiss?”

“I love your hugs.”

Here, I saved some for you. Try it?”

“I just really need a hug right now…”

“You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.”

“Join me in the blanket fort. We play until dawn.”

“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?”

“Sure, it *looks* safe, but watch what happens when I do this.”

“I had a nightmare… can you stay up with me?”

“We’re going to have to raid the neighbors if you want more pillows to turn this into a Pillow Fortress Castle.”

“This would look so cute on you!”

“Okay, but if you turn the lights off for this playthrough, I’m not being held accountable for anything I do when spooked.”

“I said we could share a blanket, but if you put your cold feet on me *one more time*…”

“You’ve been working too hard and I’m calling a Netflix intervention. Not taking no for an answer.”

“I’ve got a gallon of ice cream and if you don’t get a spoon my tummyache will be all your fault.”

“Fight me. Pillow fight. And by fight I mean cuddle.”

“My hand is cold. Unless we find somewhere to stop soon, it’s going up your back.”

“Oh my god, just pet my hair already.”

“After that movie you’re staying for a sleepover. I know you don’t want to go home and sleep alone anyway.”

“Is there a reason you’re gnawing on me?”

“C'mon, I need a Player 2.”

“I bet you can’t make it all the way through the movie without screaming at it.”

“If you put that in the microwave uncovered I swear I will beat you to death with a plastic spoon.”

“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”

“When we get that house you’re handling the spiders.”

“Going to the mall alone is boring. Besides, I need someone to tell me how great I look in all the clothes I try on.”

“It’s not MY fault you scream like a schoolgirl on a rollercoaster.”

“It’s an arcade, do you need more reasons to go?”

“Please tell me why you were napping in my freshly dried blankets *while they’re still in the dryer*.”

“Can we please take cheesy best friend pictures in that photo booth? I promise to keep silly faces to a minimum.”

“I’m singing along to this song and you can’t stop me, so either deal with it or join me.”

“C'mon, with anyone else this would be too weird.”

“I hate this game so much. Here’s a link, you should totally play it.”

“I take no responsibility for any smells you may or may not encounter from this point forward.”

“HELP I HAVE A SPLINTER”

“Okay, but consider that if you don’t watch this show with me, I’ll still rant to you just as much about the feels it gives me.”

“If anyone turns that fan off again I swear someone’s going to bleed.”

“Help me, the computer’s making sad beeps again. Make it happy, please.”

“THIS MOVIE MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME WHY DID YOU LET ME CHOOSE IT?!”

“I have in front of me: One DVD, seven remote controls, and an entertainment center. This will be a voyage of discovery.”

“If I die, you get my cat. So make sure I live through this.”

“I need someone to cling to in the haunted house, and you’re it.”

“Yeah, but you’re *my* nerd.”

“The remote is two feet thataway and I don’t feel like moving. We’re stuck with this.”

“You are aware this was the worst idea ever and you’re lucky you’re my best friend, or else I’d leave you alone to deal with this.”

“I’d say sorry my mom tried to adopt you again, but it was kind of my idea.”

“There is a perfectly good reason I’m eating these mini marshmallows right out of the package, I’m certain of it. Probably.”

“Okay but hear me out: Fluffy. Sharks.”

“Please keep your sick away from me and get better soon. I made you soup.”

“That sounds like a bad idea. I’m in.”

“If you don’t come up and sing with me, I will sing and point at you. The entire. Time.

Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”

“Define normal.”

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“And you wonder why you’re still single.”

“Remind me to kill you. Please.”

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“Were you dropped on your head?”

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

“If I survive, can I go home?”

“My middle finger salutes you.”

“This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”

“I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.”

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

“Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.”

“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”

“Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I need therapy after this.”

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”

“I’m not weird. I am limited edition.”

“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”

“If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.”

“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

“I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”

“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

“You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”

“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”

“The female of the species is more deadly than the male.”

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

“Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.”

“You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.”

“What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”

“This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

“A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.”

“Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.”

“I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.”

“You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

“What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

“I like you. You’re different.”

“You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”

“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

“I care so little, I almost passed out.”

“Well behaved woman rarely make history.”

“You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”

“The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”

“You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.”

“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

“Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.”

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.”

“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”

“Have fun being deal.” “I will.”

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

“It’s called thinking. Go with it.”

“I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

“I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.”

“The girl is strange no question.”

“Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”

“I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

“You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

“I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”

“I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.”

“If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

“I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”

“Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

“You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

“I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”

“My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”

“She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”

“And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”

“Such big evil in such a little thing.”

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?”

“What does not kill you will likely try again.”

“Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.”

“And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

“I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”

“I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

“What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

“In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.”

“I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.”

“Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.”

“This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

  “Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?” 

“Shut up and kiss me already.” 

“You’re the most important person in my life.” 

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” 

“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.” 

  “Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

“I need you more than you need me.”

��I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

“The truth is… I love you.”

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

“Be mine. Please.”

“I am who I am because of you.”

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

“Stop that, it tickles!”

“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

“You’re so intoxicating to me.”

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

“You’re just so wonderful.”“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

“You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”

“I want to be more than just friends with you.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

“Wow - you look… amazing.”

“*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

“It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

“Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

“I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.

NO NSFW!

[eternalmikaelson]

Prompt List of Sarcasm

“Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.” 

“Define normal.” 

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 

“And you wonder why you’re still single.” 

“Remind me to kill you. Please.” 

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.” 

“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 

“Were you dropped on your head?” 

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 

“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 

“If I survive, can I go home?” 

“My middle finger salutes you.” 

“This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.” 

“I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.” 

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 

“Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.” 

“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 

“Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 

“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 

“I need therapy after this.” 

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 

“I’m not weird. I am limited edition.” 

“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 

“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 

“If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.” 

“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking...” “A dangerous pastime.” 

“I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.” 

“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 

“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!” 

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 

“You’re good. A monster pain in the ass... but you’re good.” 

“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 

“The female of the species is more deadly than the male.” 

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 

“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 

“Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.” 

“You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.” 

“What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.” 

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 

“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 

“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 

“This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some... No. No, no, all bad.” 

“A little gasoline... blowtorch... no problem.” 

“Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.” 

“I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.” 

“You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.” 

“What you call insanity, I call inspiration.” 

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 

“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.” 

“I like you. You’re different.” 

“You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.” 

“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 

“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 

“I care so little, I almost passed out.” 

“Well behaved woman rarely make history.” 

“You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” 

“The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” 

“You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” 

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.” 

“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 

“Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.” 

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.” 

“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 

“Have fun being deal.” “I will.” 

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 

“It’s called thinking. Go with it.” 

“I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” 

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 

“I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.” 

“The girl is strange no question.” 

“Do us a favor... I know it’s difficult for you... but please, stay here, and try no to do anything... stupid.” 

“I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.” 

“You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.” 

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but... no.”

“I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.” 

“I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.” 

“If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

“I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.” 

“Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.” 

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” 

“You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?” 

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.” 

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 

“I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.” 

“My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” 

“She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.” 

“And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.” 

“Such big evil in such a little thing.” 

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” 

“What does not kill you will likely try again.” 

“Oh honey, I would but... I don’t want to.” 

“And hello to you too... little homewrecker.” 

“I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” 

“I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” 

“What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

“In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.” 

“I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.” 

“Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.” 

“This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.” 

Request [x] Masterlist [x]

[definitelynotaminion]

Alright, send me prompts. Preferably Naruto

And preferably femslash because I’m trying to get Bingo on my sapphic september card but I kind of need a break

PROMPT LIST http://blackkatmagic.tumblr.com/post/176501846800/caydenhathaway-ok-but-you-know-what-trope-i

Accidental sex

“Anything you can do I can do better INCLUDING THAT” sex

“You played a prank on me and now I’m going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot” sex

“You made an inaccurate assumption about *insert sexual or sexuality misnomer here* and I’m going to teach you the truth” sex

“You think you’re so smart so I’m going to teach you a lesson” sex

“Do you think I look good/hot/provocative in this? Wait is this turning you on???” sex

“You don’t know what *insert kink here* is and I’m really bad at explaining things and now we’re doing it oops” sex

“I bet I can dance/move/act like that and I don’t even have to be a dancer/stripper/actor/whatever wait are you turned on?” sex

“I lost a bet to you and the circumstances were supposed to be a joke but I took them seriously” sex

“You were joking about something and I took you seriously” sex

“You seem to think that __ won’t feel good and I intend to prove you wrong” sex

“You’re intentionally getting under my skin so I threaten to spank you/playfully spank you and now you look like you just got banged against a wall” sex

“I didn’t know you were a sub and when I called you a good boy/girl you almost cried” sex

“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir/Ma'am you almost jumped me” sex

“Playing a prank on our freinds to make them think we’re a couple and now we’re in bed together” sex

“I’m fixing you *insert appliance/furniture/house thing hee* for you and now I’m sweaty and half naked and you’re drooling” sex

“I noticed the way you were watching me eat this popsicle so I purposely started making it an inuendo and now we’re both hot and bothered” sex

“Haha that thing they do in movies/porn/online is so corny like no way that’s actually hot haha oops it is” sex

“Freinds can totally watch porn together and nothing can happen…. no they can’t” sex

“I showed you *insert sexual thing here* as a joke but you’re actually turned on” sex

“You found my sex toys and I teasingly offered to demonstrate them welp here we are” sex

“I started pretending to dirty talk to you an hour ago and it stopped being pretending 58 minutes ago” sex

“All I’m saying is that I’ve been told I’m a good lay, wanna find out?” sex

“You said you don’t like __ but I bet the people you were with just don’t know how to do it, I, however, have experience and bet I could make you like it” sex

“We platonically slept together last night because of circumstances and we both woke up horny” sex

“This started as a tickle fight and it isn’t tickling anymore” sex

“We’re just bros being bros and doing something 100% platonic but somehow we’re turning eachother on because of not-so-burried feelings for eachother and we can’t make it stop” sex

Accidental sex ok?

OR: Other prompts. I’m not picky.

Actually here’s another list from Kat’s blog

Prompt List of Sarcasm

13 September 2018

SOURCE

eternalmikaelson:

“Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”

“Define normal.”

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“And you wonder why you’re still single.”

“Remind me to kill you. Please.”

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“Were you dropped on your head?”

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

“If I survive, can I go home?”

“My middle finger salutes you.”

“This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”

“I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.”

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

“Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.”

“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”

“Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I need therapy after this.”

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”

“I’m not weird. I am limited edition.”

“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”

“If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.”

“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

“I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”

“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

“You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”

“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”

“The female of the species is more deadly than the male.”

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

“Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.”

“You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.”

“What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”

“This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

“A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.”

“Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.”

“I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.”

“You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

“What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

“I like you. You’re different.”

“You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”

“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

“I care so little, I almost passed out.”

“Well behaved woman rarely make history.”

“You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”

“The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”

“You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.”

“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

“Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.”

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.”

“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”

“Have fun being deal.” “I will.”

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

“It’s called thinking. Go with it.”

“I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

“I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.”

“The girl is strange no question.”

“Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”

“I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

“You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

“I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”

“I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.”

“If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

“I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”

“Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

“You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

“I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”

“My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”

“She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”

“And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”

“Such big evil in such a little thing.”

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?”

“What does not kill you will likely try again.”

“Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.”

“And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

“I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”

“I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

“What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

“In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.”

“I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.”

“Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.”

“This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

[the-traveler-errant]

100 Character Questions  for Dust

So there was a thing I saw a while back that was supposed to be one of those things where someone sends a number, and you answer a question for it, and instead of doing that, I just went ahead and filled all of them out for my reaper character, Dust, an extremely apathetic hitman for the forces of The Divines and the Abyss who goes after necromancers and undead creatures. 

I spent too much time on this. It’s going under the break. 

1. What do they smell like?

He smells faintly of lemons and gunsmoke.

2. What is their voice like?

He doesn’t have a voice, and speaks through sign language, writing, or occasionally telepathy if in the presence of a mindreader/psychic.

3. What is their biggest motivator?

He exists almost completely for his job, that of collecting escaped or kidnapped souls and executing necromancers on behalf of the forces of The Divines and The Abyss. He comes to realize that he truly believes the dead should rest in peace, or they should endure whatever torment they’ve earned in the afterlife, and those who disturb them need to be put down.

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

He has no memory of his life before he became The Reaper, and due to his uncomfortable amounts of apathy toward anything that isn’t his job. He’s basically a supernatural Terminator.

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

One of the perks of being The Reaper is having an extraordinarily high pain tolerance, to the point where broken limbs are just inconvenient because they keep him from moving properly. However if he takes too much damage, he temporarily fades into a different dimension where he starts to rebuild himself, before reappearing at something he calls a “Sanctuary”, a place that connects him to the mortal plane, and potentially other realms as well. It usually takes him about an hour or so to reform, depending on how messed up he is.

6. What do they like to wear?

Loose hoodies, jeans or sweatpants, sneakers. After he finally starts making friends, they start to encourage him to try finding a better style, and he starts wearing actual outfits that aren’t just lazily put together.

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

An angel and demon, who are his connections to The Divines and The Abyss, eventually befriend him and convince him to start acting with more of an identity and personality outside of his job. They offer him advice, and he starts to help them with personal issues that they’re otherwise unable to perform themselves due to certain laws.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

The first time he tried baking, it didn’t go very well for him. It was especially weird because it was the first time he had tried eating since becoming The Reaper and returning to the mortal realm. He did discover that he actually has a preference for food: lemons.

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

He doesn’t. Instead of sleeping, he reads or practices certain tricks that he feels will help him do his job more efficiently. Later on he starts baking, and learns how to play the cello.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

Anything with lemons, or anything lemon flavored.

11. What do they feel most insecure about?

Nothing that really comes to mind right now.

12. How do they like to dress?

Once he gains a sense of style, he likes to wears grey pants, a black turtleneck, and a black coat.

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

Confusion mostly. He doesn’t really know much about being close enough to someone to feel bad if he’s wronged them, and has a sort of blunt logic about all his actions. Though he does try to apologize and understand why what he did hurt them, or why he should feel bad.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

He’s unsurprised and sort of takes it as a minor inconvenience that he expected. Everyone wants a chance to cheat death afterall.

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Taking down a revenant that had been summoned specifically to slay him, every time he regenerates, thus allowing a prolific Necromancer to work uninterrrupted for an extended period of time. It took a lot of cunning and trickery to take it down, but he managed it.

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

N/A

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

N/A

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

Noir-styled jazz music and piano solos.

19. Are they right or left handed?

Ambidextrous.

20. Fears?

Losing his only friends now that he actually has something he cares about, and failing to live up to the reputation of the previous Reaper.

21. Favorite kind of weather?

Windy nights.

22. Favorite color?

Black and yellow.

23. Do they collect anything?

Non-fiction books, antique weapons, occult texts.

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

Cold. He likes having an excuse to wear long coats and scarves and give himself that ominous look of Death waiting with their cloak in the wind.

25. What is their eye color?

He doesn’t have eyes, but his eye-sockets glow with light-blue embers that act as a sort of pupil.

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

His actual body is composed of solidified shadows and smoke that resemble something humanoid, and his head is a skull missing its lower jaw. So, uh, I guess his race is “Grim Reaper”?

27. Hair color?

None.

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

He has friends, a purpose, and a cat. He is content.

29. Are they a morning person?

Can you technically be a morning person if you never sleep?

30. Sunrise or sunset?

Sunset. That’s the time that most Necromancers begin their work, and that means he gets to go to work against them.

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

Organized to a fault.

32. Pet peeves?

Anyone who thinks they can tempt him with knowledge of his previous life, or who call themselves the masters of life and death, and people who make excessively long megalomaniacal speeches.

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

His pistol that he carries around nearly everywhere. It was his first weapon, and it has the word “Taxes” engraved in the barrel. It was the first clue to his friends that he actually had a personality lurking in that not-so-empty skull of his.

34. Least favorite food?

Blueberries.

35. Least favorite color?

Greenish-brown.

36. Least favorite smell?

Burned lemons or gasoline.

37. When was the last time they cried?

Not since he became The Reaper. He just feels a sort of hollowness now if he ever feels anything close to sad.

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

Nope. Utterly alone.

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

That aforementioned revenant broke his arms and legs and kept him damaged enough to not move, but not regenerate somewhere else. If it weren’t for his Demon contact dragging him out and forcing Dust to claim his mortal home as a sanctuary, he would have been completely boned.

40. Do they have any scars?

Nope.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

Depression.

42. Do they have any bad habits?

Workaholic, he hyper-focuses on tasks, and isolates himself too much.

43. Why might someone dislike them?

He’s almost too robotic, he’s creepy and silent, he’s literally Death, he’s not very social or good at anything involving social activity, and his humor is very dry since he’s not used to telling jokes or understanding them.

44. Why might someone love them?

He’s studious, loyal to what few friends he has, starts to genuinely care about his purpose and the principles of freedom and rest associated with it, and he’s trying to be better and improve himself outside of just his job. He also never really lies, as he has no reason to most of the time. He’s also nothing if not a professional when it comes to his occupation.

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

Ahem. He is The Reaper. Who hunts undead. And necromancers. And trapped spirits.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

The Angel and Demon who still need names.

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

Not right now.

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

Nope.

49. Do they like surprises?

Nope.

50. When is their birthday?

November 1st.

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

He’d ignore it, but his friends usually drag him out for something, even if it’s a quiet affair like a trip to a museum or antique store, maybe a restaurant or bakery.

52. Do they have any family?

Nope.

53. Are they close to their family?

N/A.

54. What is their MBTI type?

No idea.

55. What is their zodiac sign?

Apparently it’s “Scorpio”.

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

Ravenclaw, probably. He doesn’t have the ambition for Slytherin.

57. What D&D alignment are they?

Lawful Neutral, later Lawful Good.

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

Nope.

59. What are their views on death?

Depends on how clean the mirror is. He does believe that souls should be left alone where they are, and the dead should rest in peace, or the damned should endure their punishment until further notice. Anyone who thinks they can rule over Death is sorely mistaken.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

He doesn’t really laugh, but he can give the impression of a small smile sometimes.

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

More work, weapon maintenance, target practice, or reading books on new techniques he might incorporate into his own work.

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

It’s too open for him. Too easy to be spotted.

63. Do they have an accent?

He signs, so not really.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

No lemon, no interest.

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

Sigh very heavily and focus on a sanctuary to return to.

66. How do they feel about sex?

Not his thing.

67. What is their sexuality?

Asexual.

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

Nope.

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

Not really?

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

Man I am seventy questions into this, I’m gonna go ahead and pass on this one.

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

Not really, unless it’s something his friends ask him or if it lays souls to rest.

72. Are they allergic to anything?

Nope.

73. Do they have a pet?

He has a fluffy orange cat with a very flat face that he’s named Pluto.

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they lose their temper?

Nope, he’s too apathetic and tired for that.

75. How patient are they?

As patient as Death. God that came out ediger than I intended.

76. Are they good at cooking?

He’s okay at baking, but he’s practicing and getting better.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

Doesn’t really insult others at all.

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

He doesn’t show it very well, but he does tend to move a little lighter and allows himself to do some more recreational stuff, like reading a book or practicing his music.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

Remembers it for later.

80. Are they trustworthy?

Unless you’re a necromancer or escaped soul, then yes, you can trust him completely.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

Nope! He’s just very apathetic and not really good at even expressing his emotions.

82. Do they exercise regularly?

Another perk of being the Reaper is having very good physical prowess. Something just around an Olympic athlete's level of physique. He’s not the strongest or fastest, but he can at least go for silver and gold most of the time.

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

As comfortable as one can be when you have a body that’s literally shadows and a skull.

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

Nothing really.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

He just doesn’t really have a type, but he’s quicker to befriend others if they remind him of his Demon and Angel friends.

86. Do they like sweet foods?

Only if it’s lemon flavored.

87. What is their age?

N/A.

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

Short, somewhere just a hair under 5’3’’

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

Neither.

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

Doesn’t really care.

91. What is their sense of humor like?

Very dry and a little too subtle. He doesn’t make many jokes, but he appreciates gallows humor and some references that he might actually understand. He usually surprises everyone if he ever cracks any kind of joke.

92. What mood are they most often in?

Neutral, or he’s either curious or confused.

93. What kinds of things anger them?

Disrespect toward the dead, anyone who threatens his friends.

94. Outlook on life?

To serve his purpose and find another one that he can choose for himself. He feels like the actual point of life is to live it and earn whatever you do in the afterlife. Wouldn’t have considered that question before he started befriending people.

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

Nothing really, until he’s made aware of just how lonely he actually is. He just kinda forgot what it meant to be anything other than isolated and alone.

96. What is their greatest weakness?

He’s not good with any sort of socializing, and he’s bad at reading people and can be lied to easily. He focuses on his work too much, and ignores the fact that he was once human.

97. What is the greatest strength?

His ability to learn and adapt to any given situation, as well as his perfect memory. He can improvise in just about any situation.

98. Something that they regret?

Ignoring his friends’ invitations and attempts to befriend him for so long.

99. Biggest accomplishment?

Stopping a Lich from ascending to godhood and wiping out his army of undead near single-handedly, but that’s something I’m still tinkering with for the future.

100. Create your own!

He can be completely silent when he wants to be, and uses that to set up traps to make his job of assassinating undead creatures and necromancers much easier, and sometimes even flashier to spread his reputation and use that to prevent future Necromancers from trying anything.

[hollygopossumlovesj2]

Swept Away, Part 2

Title: Swept Away Part 2

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader; Mentions of OCs

Warning: Hurt/Comfort; PG-13

Summary: Reader deals with a lot of hurdles to help Dean after he’s released from the hospital. The possibility of romance ensues. (God, I suck at summaries.)

Swept Away, Part 1

Having Dean, even convalescing and heavily medicated, gave an entire new mood to your grandparents’ house. He was jumpy and downright paranoid which in turn made you jumpy and desperate. You couldn’t really remember how many times you'd caught him spilling salt across his bedroom doorway and the window sill.

 You'd swept it up a couple of times and then decided if it made him feel better just to leave it for Christ’s sake! It did seem to make him less likely to refuse pain meds.

 So, needless to say really, Dean had a hard time adjusting to being there with you. For the first week alone, Dean threatened to leave. He'd mumble about stuff he had to do, but you cut any attempts to leave when you told him that you had the Impala in the garage. The once sleek car was in no condition to be peeling out of here. Ya know, with its distinct lack of four working tires.

 The first night you'd had him home, set up in the master bedroom for its proximity to the bathroom, had been brutal. The mental implications from being attacked had been well controlled in hospital but he refused any and all medication once he was in your care.

 “Dean, please?” You found that you were incapable of controlling your emotions around him. His misery made your heart hurt and every fiber in your being longed to make this easier for him. “Just the anxiety meds then, please?”

 You didn't believe in the whole psychic bull crap, but you believed that there were people out there that could feel what other’s felt. It was called being an empath, and there was no going to the school of mutants for you. But you found that all of the emotion Dean had coming off of him in waves was making you physically nauseous.

 There was a heavy gloss of unshed tears threatening to spill over his forest green eyes and you felt like you were back in the Impala nearly a month ago. You felt absolutely helpless as he merely shook his head ‘no’ in response.

 The guy was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He was obviously not used to depending on anyone, but he was in no position to rely on himself. Deep down you thought he realized that, but he couldn't stop trying to fight. It only resulted in causing him harm.

 The film of flop sweat was shiny over his pain flushed skin. He was visibly shivering in waves, his lips bitten raw and bruised. You weren't sure which was effecting him more. The pain or this uncontrolled paranoia that made him constantly look to all corners of the room like he expected something bad to jump out at him. He paid exceptional attention to the large double windows and you had the urge to smack your head against a wall.

 They guy had just been attacked by something and he had a front seat view to the dense woods that surrounded ¾’s of the property. Your abrupt movement to close the blinds and black out curtains made him jump. The pathetic noise of obvious pain he made pushing you to your absolute limit.

 “Look, I'll let you sprinkle salt or sugar or whatever the heck else you want to all over this room, but I need you to take something. For my sake, please? I'm losing my mind worrying about you.” Your own emotions that had been threatening all evening finally spilled over into fat tears.

 When you could bring yourself to look him in the eyes, embarrassed at your lack of control, you were stunned.

 The guy with rounded, worried eyes and the last vestiges of baby fat on his cheeks, looked shocked. You saw the emotions flicker across his face like he was broadcasting his own internal slide show. Like he was wondering why in the hell his pain would affect you so strongly.

 He maddeningly pulled his bottom lip between his teeth making him appear to be a lost child and a dirty dream all wrapped into one. You decided to push just a little further after watching him try to decide the most dominant emotion to go with.

 “Please? I can't.” You felt the warm salt of your tears roll over your lips and wiped at them with a little too much frustration. “I can't watch you suffer like this.”

 Frustration punched you in the gut at his further indecision, like he still didn't understand.

 What kind of life had he lived to become this paranoid? How had he become so detached from his own well-being? You were desperate, “Dean, please?”

 He relented with a “Fine,” that you felt he probably meant to sound exasperated, but came out wobbly.

 You didn't waste any time on questions before you put both the pain and anxiety tablets into his outstretched hand. You beat him to the bottle of water and managed to hold it for him to drink from. You didn't trust his grip to be steady or for him to actually swallow the tablets. So he begrudgingly showed you beneath his tongue and the inside of his dimpled cheeks.

 It wasn't the first time you'd thought that he was downright adorable with his grumpiness but you didn't dare tell him that. You'd witnessed your grumpy, unreachable father your entire life and had learned quickly.

 You sat with him, half unable to move because of emotional exhaustion and half worry that he'd purposefully spit the pills back up.

 It was late in the evening. Your campaign to have him take his medication had started at 9 pm. Now it was 11 pm.

 With bleary eyes, you watched whatever black and white horror movie he'd turned to on the TV set you'd lugged in to try to appease his anxiety. It was twisted that these old horror movies seemed to comfort him.

 He seemed to appreciate it for about ten minutes before his body began to droop in drugged relief. He fought it. Of course he did. His neck occasionally gave out on him and he'd snap back to attention causing you to rub yours in sympathy.

 It's possible you watched him for a full 5 minutes before you demanded that he scoot down so you could tug the blankets over his shivering, damaged body. He was healing, but you couldn't imagine the feeling of those gashes knitting together. Poor kid probably itched, but damn if you were gonna try to give him a Diphenhydramine after the fight you'd just won.

 As you leaned over to tuck the bright blue, down comforter under his chin, he clumsily grabbed onto the heavy silver ring hanging from your neck. His eyebrows were drawn together in contemplation.

 You smiled, gently removing his fingers so you could sit on the edge of the bed at his hip. “I'll tell you if you promise to stop fighting sleep. You won't get better without it.” You internally rolled your eyes for sounding like a mother hen but couldn't push aside that you cared for Dean a lot more than you ever expected to.

 Plus, it was a rather large ring to be wearing on a necklace. In fact, you'd learned early on to shorten the necklace so that it didn't knock you in the teeth. You liked the bulk of it, that it was obviously a man’s ring. That way most guys left you alone so you could focus on school.

 He nodded, a perturbed quirk to his lips.

 Dean was different than anyone you'd ever met. There was something about the way he drew you in. Even though he desperately fought any kind of assistance, you couldn't help but notice that his eyes begged for it. Like he wanted to trust and accept help but couldn't quite make himself believe he deserved it.

 “It belonged to my grandfather, on my mother’s side.” You began quietly, a lilt of pride to your tone. Your mother and your grandfather had left early in your life but hadn't failed to leave an impression. “I don't really fit in with the rest of my family. My father's side is kind of utilitarian and I'm more… a free spirit?”

 You visibly rolled your eyes at your own awkwardness this time. However, despite the medication dragging him down, Dean nodded like he understood. Or at the very least was intently following what you were trying to say.

 “My Dad’s always saying that my tenacity would get me in trouble one day, but…” Even mentioning your father's cold words gave you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. “I guess I just turned out to be a lot like my mother and that scares him. So, I can’t entirely blame him for trying to protect me.”

 There was a comfortable silence and you were convinced that Dean would finally be bored to death by your story and fall asleep to escape. But you found his glassy eyes still trained sharply on you for someone who was under the influence of a major pain medication.

 “Did you know-.” His voice came out a little choked and he paused to clear his throat before he continued. It didn't sound like it did much good, his voice sounding like someone had rasped his throat with sandpaper. “Did you know that silver is a good talisman?” He fingered the necklace lazily, his warm skin touching the sensitive places along your collarbone. You couldn't help but notice the electric charge it caused to dance beneath your skin. “It can protect you from a lot of bad things.”

 You smiled, remembering the bright Summer day that your grandfather had given the ring to you. His smile had been warm on his aged face. His brown eyes always seeming to sparkle with humor. It was obvious that the man had lived a hard life and beneath the façade you knew he was tired. It was evident in the scars that you could spot on his arms and chest when his shirt allowed it.

 But the fact that he could smile and be happy just told you how strong he was. Both your grandfather and mother had been willful and you always hoped to live in their example. That had also been the last day you'd seen either of them.

 Dean's expression was still groggy but seemed to be searching your face, a want of something there in his eyes.

  “He said that it was to remind me that being different was good. That I didn't have to be like my father if I didn't want to be.” You closed your hand over his. Mostly to still his fingertips so that they would stop stirring the inappropriate fire in your veins. “His Dad had given it to him. So, I guess this affliction to be different does run in the family.” You flipped the ring over to show him the words engraved on the back.

 He was suddenly very close to your face as he read the words aloud, squinting to see the small script. “Be strong in the times when you want to be weak.” He nodded, his lips were a little clumsy as he said, “Sounds like a smart guy.” He was starting to lose the battle against sleep. So, when he relaxed back against the pillows, you indulged yourself and slid your fingers through his choppy, brown hair.

 “He was. The absolute best.” You whispered wistfully, your fingers trailing lightly against his forehead and temples as he hummed his contentment.

 It was then that you realized that Dean Winchester had managed to wedge a permanent place in your heart. Even though taking care of him could be difficult, you dreaded the time when he would leave.

 Four nights later...

 You were awakened suddenly by a wretched scream. A chill slid instantly through your body as you found yourself on your feet and moving towards the master bedroom.

 You waited outside the door, every muscle tensed and your neck hair standing on end, listening. Even prepared, the miserable muffled moan made you jump before springing into action.

 On the other side of the door, the lamp from his nightstand cast a warm, yellow glow across the scene. The blanket and sheets were tangled around his legs, his hair tufted in disarray. It would be humorous if it weren't for the pain filled pinch of his once relaxed features.

 There was much advice out there on how to wake someone from a bad nightmare. They all fled your mind, only the need to soothe his fear and discomfort beating like a sledgehammer hard against your ribs.

 Stupidly, you spoke his name, squeezing his shoulder in an attempt to get his attention. It turned out to be a deadly mistake as it took two seconds for Dean to twist around and press a knife blade into your throat.

 “Dean!” It frustrated you that your voice shook a little, needing to appear fearless, as you gripped his wrist. “Dean, please.” You felt the cool bite of the blade dig into your skin before the tension drained from his grip and the knife thudded heavily to the carpet. All the air left your lungs at once and you collapsed into a nearby chair, blinking away the dark spots that had formed in your eyes.

 When your vision cleared, you were able to see Dean finally start to awaken completely. It was downright terrifying what he had just done while barely conscious. You didn't doubt that this seemingly harmless, injured guy could be especially lethal when necessary. A wry smile quirked up the corner of his mouth, his voice barely above a breath. “Y/N...”

 His cheeks were burning bright red beneath the shiny sheen of sweat that beaded up and slid down from his temples. His entire being oozed remorse and defeat and you couldn't help the ache in your chest, the need to pick this man back up again. There was no doubt in your mind now, the label you'd been trying to place on Dean and his behavior.

 Tonight was when the last puzzle piece fell into place and you could put a name to who Dean Winchester really was. “You're a hunter.”

 His expression shuttered closed so quickly that you were left a little dizzy. “How do you know about hunters?” The tone of his voice was suddenly a low growl, and you understood the sentiment perfectly. He wasn't afraid for himself. He was afraid for his family. His Dad and Sammy that he'd spoken about when you'd first found him in his car.

 He was worried about the family that had inexplicably left him to fend for himself for the past month.

 “My Mom and my grandfather, they were hunters.” You answered, boldly going over to straighten out the covers on the bed, using part of the sheet to press some of the moisture off of his face. Now that you knew what you were dealing with, you had no fear.

 Dean was frowning now as he jerked away from your touch. His chest still heaving as he tried to shake the last of the panic that the nightmare had caused, but too stunned to completely resist your care.

 “I never lived that life but I did read my grandfather’s journal so I have an idea of what it's like. That's why you're spreading salt and so paranoid.” Once Dean was untangled, you tried to make eye contact. “The strange pictures you drew on the windows; those are protective sigils right?” When Dean smacked his lips as if his mouth were dry, you ducked down to grab the bottled water that must've been tossed off of the table mid nightmare.

 He slugged back a few mouthfuls greedily, his full lips creating quite the spectacle as a few drops broke free and dripped off his chin. “Why aren't you freakin out.” It didn't escape your notice that he didn't actually answer your question.

 You wanted to smooth the wrinkle of skepticism that divided his raised eye brows. “I don't know.” You answered honestly, finding yourself drawn to the man like his green eyes were laser beam homing devices.

 Like a captain willingly bashing her ship against the rocks of the shore, you found yourself willing to share the truths about your family. Truths that, although you didn't share in the obvious heritage of your father's family, you were bound to keep and protect. It took a lot of self-control not to divulge everything that you knew.

 “You're not that scary.” You answered truthfully, “and I'm not defenseless.”

 Dean regarded you quietly a moment, his verdurous, jade eyes assessing you thoroughly from this new perspective. Then he ducked his face from view mumbling under his breath. “Am too scary.”

 “What attacked you?” You finally asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. Suspicion of what had happened starting to come together in your already crowded mind. Dean had been injured on a hunt. Something in these woods had torn him to freakin bits and it suddenly made the forest you'd played in as a child a perilous place. Your trust of how things worked in your world was instantly shattered.

 You'd spent hours at a time exploring without supervision when you visited your grandparents. As you grew older, it was honestly the only place where you felt at peace with the world around you. So, to know something your grandfather or Mom would've hunted was out there lurking…

 “A werewolf.”

 Oh.

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 As the days passed into weeks, you and Dean developed a routine. The comfort of having someone else in this house with you was surprising. Instead of on the deck, where you found yourself most inspired, you set yourself up on the garage steps to watch him work.

 You didn't even question how he could afford it when packages with replacement parts started showing up on your door step. Especially the large box full of things to repair the upholstery that had made Dean beam with happiness. He'd been close to that excited about the extra pudding cups, but it couldn't have prepared you for that beautiful vision.

 He was awkward with the cast still on his arm and the supportive boot he had on his leg. However, he attacked the renovation of his car with surprising intensity. The devotion he showed only strengthened the attraction you had for him over time. It was frustrating, honestly.

 He'd spend hours out there, sweating and cussing, getting covered in grease. You could tell his finger and thumb still hurt, but you'd never seen someone so damn happy to have the braces removed.

 Dr. Foster had taken to Dean and the enigmatic charm he started to ooze once he wasn't so medicated anymore, automatically. They'd met one evening when she'd shown up with a bottle of Zinfandel and a mouth full of complaints about some of her more idiotic patients.

 Dean had asked with a frown on his face, “The liquor store out a whiskey?”

 Marjorie Foster had been performing his checkup exams ever since. Especially since Dean had yet to show any interest in leaving the house.

 Dean even refused to go on supply trips, but you were sure to bring him something from Olive Garden if you stopped by. Usually you were just eager to get back home. The two times you had gone you couldn't keep the thought out of your head that he would be gone before you got back. But he was usually waiting on the porch steps, ready to help you lug in what he could. It did no good to tell him to sit his butt down. That he was here to heal not for indentured servitude. Those conversations never went well.

 So, when Marjorie even lugged her portable X-ray machine into the garage for a more thorough look, it was a relief.

 According to her, Dean was progressing well. His bones were starting to knit back together and some of the more superficial cuts had turned to light pink scars.

 You couldn't help the tiny bit of pride you felt after each successful recheck. You made sure Dean took his medication. You'd even taken to cooking up vegetable laden meals now that you weren't just responsible for you anymore. Dean frowned but there was never anything left on his plate. The man ate like it was going to be taken away from him, but you forgave the lack of manners because you now understood where he came from.

 You felt pretty damn fantastic too.

 “Damn, I could use a beer.” Dean grunted as he pulled himself up from his bent position that put him practically in the Impala’s engine.

 “Bet you could.” You answered as you looked with laser focus at your laptop screen. You were determined not to give away how much you enjoyed watching his muscular back and shoulders push and bulge at his sweat damp t shirt. Injured or no, Dean Winchester could send your heart into palpitations.

 “Not in a charitable mood, I take it?” He was suddenly close enough that you could smell the musk of sweat and the earthy minerals of the grease spread out in patches all over his exposed skin.

 He would need a shower later and you felt the blood rise to your cheeks when you remembered a time when he had needed your help. Now he was pretty good at doing things on his own and you knew he had learned to be highly adaptive as a necessary skill for survival.

 You still hadn't looked up but it was getting harder to resist, “I suppose I could be helpful just this once.” As a way of self-preservation, really. Anything to get away from the strangely alluring scent of his skin.

 His laugh was warm and deep in his chest and damnit if just the sound didn't make you start to ruin your panties. You were in trouble, this little intimate bubble that you'd created by inviting him into your space was stabilizing yet treacherous. Well, more like you demanded he stay.

 He gently gripped your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and guided you to lift your head. He was assessing your face in that intense way he'd looked over his car’s damages the first time.

 He was so quiet, intently looking into your eyes like he could solve the mysteries of the universe by piercing your soul with his verdant stare. When his thumb caressed the dip of skin just below your lip, you gasped.

 “I'm so grateful to you. All of the things you've done... You know that, right?” His expression was a study in sincerity, warmth oozing from every pore.

 You laughed awkwardly as you tried to pull away, but his palm slid gritty over the smooth skin of your cheek to hold you in place. It was insane how the dirty friction of his palm against your cheek caused desire to spark in your belly.

 “I mean it; you don't owe me a damn thing.” His eyes didn't lose their focus as his face approached yours until they threatened to cross. He was within centimeters of your lips and he paused there. His warm breath leaving damp condensation on your lips and causing your heart rate to rise.

 He was waiting for you to close the gap, his dark eye lashes spreading gracefully over his still too pale, freckled cheeks. He was a well-crafted Greek sculpture and a sacrificial offering all in one.

 It was the distress of his own breathing that gave you the confidence to close the distance. It was the low moan of pleasure from him as he pushed into the kiss that made the spark in your belly turn to a full on fire. He acted as if he were starved for physical touch as his good hand thread through your hair. The fingers that peaked out from the brace curled into your shirt like you might try to get away. Like you would ever want to.

 The kiss was mostly chaste, his tongue barely licking in to trace your lips just to dip away again. The scratch of his stubble was harsh against your soft, smooth skin but reminded you of his greasy hands that made you squeeze your thighs together.

 He was the one to break the kiss to breathe in big gulps of air as he rested his forehead against yours. “Damn, sweetheart. You sure are hard to resist, you know that?” He chuckled low in his chest again and you closed your eyes to savor the sound. Mostly, you wanted to savor the feelings it dragged out of you.

 The only thing that dulled the intense feelings from the moment was the heavy sound of his support boot hitting the concrete steps on his way into the house. You let the sound of him walking away remind you that this was just temporary. Eventually Dean would be healed enough to leave and you were positive he wasn't so great with goodbyes.

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