#but that very grounded moment of like recognizing the signs but not wanting to make assumptions

[dirkxcaliborn]

I'd have to say one of the cutest, novel moments in a romance manga I read recently was when one of the characters noticed the other's behavior and thought it seemed like the other character had feelings for him, but then he told himself off for making assumptions about other people's feelings lol

[emmyrosee]

for @mareeeahdenizeze 🫶🏻

The letter hangs heavy in your hands as you hold it, the contents making your eyes sting with frustrated, disappointed tears. You’ve dreaded this day since you submitted your application, and here it came, hitting you in the face like a ton of bricks.

Your heart pounds and your stomach queases, and you feel like you could pass out at this very moment, with a note of rejection clutched in your fist.

“Whats that?”

Your boyfriend asks, and you turn to face him with the saddest smile he’s ever seen- he winces from how you’re looking at him, “what’s wrong?”

You say nothing. You merely pass him the note, letting his own eyes glaze over the contents. They raise, then drop in disapproval, then furrow in annoyance. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“Well, fuck ‘em.”

“Sukuna!”

“What!” He scoffs. “You want me to be kind to the dumbasses who wouldn’t be able to recognize intellect and talent if it shanked them in the kidney? You’re out of your fucking mind.”

You sigh shakily, unable to conjure a voice to speak up and tell him to stop, to just let you be sad and mourn the disappointment of not making it in, leave you to be upset; you merely burrow into his chest to try and hide your face, and the second his arms toss around you, the floodgates open.

Tears spill from your eyes and soak his shirt, your chest hiccuping against him, and he gently shushes you and cradles the back of your head in his thick, warm hands. “They’re not worth it babe… they could be so lucky to have you, and they blew it. That’s not on you.”

“I just wasn’t good enough for them-“

Immediately, he pulls back and grips your cheeks in his hands, and you nuzzle into his grip to ground yourself. “Don’t fucking say that,” he snaps. “You’re fucking plenty and then some. You are more than enough. Them being fucking stupid enough to not see how worth it you are, is their fucking problem that you’re now taking out on yourself. Stop.”

With a soft sniffle, you nod and close your teary eyes, letting him envelope you in another close, tight hug. “Don’t cry… you should be proud of yourself. I’m proud of you.”

You fist his shirt sharply, and to combat the flood of emotions, you turn your gaze up to him with a tired smile. “Softy,” you whimper, and he rolls his eyes.

“I show any sign of affection and you mock me for it, how the fuck do you expect me to keep giving it to you?”

He’s full of it and you know it, and you burrow your face in his chest while a massive hand cradles the back of your head, pressing tender kisses to the crown as a gentle reminder that he’s still here, no matter what.

“You know you’re smart, right?” He whispers, “you know you deserve the best?”

When you nod, he hums and squeezes you close, “good. Because you chose me, and that’s like. The smartest idea you’ve ever had.”

You laugh and his own chest rumbles with a chuckle.

[bellestarot]

Pick a Pile

What's Next In Your Love Life? 🩷

♡ Take your time to choose

︵‿︵‿︵ʚĭɞ‿︵‿︵‿

Pile I

This is a journey where you'll become more emotionally independent. It's about loving yourself first and getting to know who you are before being with someone else.

You're a very empathetic person, extremely kind to others, and I can see that your circle of friends is always there for you in both good and bad times. These people will have an even stronger presence in your life during the next chapters of your romantic journey as well.

You might meet someone who initially seems like the right match for you because they understand you and connect with you emotionally. Another person might appear too, someone younger and grounded, but still building their life and figuring out what they truly want. I see that both of these people will be interested in you and will try to reach out. However, I honestly see you thinking that you can find someone you truly connect with, as most of the people who approach you don’t really capture your interest. It’s easier for you to treat them as friends rather than romantic interests.

I see you becoming more financially independent, advancing academically, and taking better care of yourself—not just emotionally, but also focusing on your physical health. You’ll be buying clothes, treating yourself well, and caring for yourself in the way you want to be treated.

This is about how strong you are. I believe you’ll face some obstacles, situations where you’ll feel deep pain that seems impossible to resolve. But the universe is speaking to you, showing you signs and guiding you on the path you should take. Some challenges make us stronger and wiser, and I see great potential in you to become stronger and wiser amidst difficulties and the unknown. You will be led into unfamiliar territory on a new journey, a chapter of your life that you don’t yet know how it will unfold.

This is a reading about self-love, not love with others, because you can only love someone else when you truly love yourself.

Pile II

You're definitely going to be getting out of the house more, going places, meeting new people, and opening your heart to them. You'll discover what happens when you truly embrace who you are, when you're in your essence. Are you allowing yourself to be happy in the moment and enjoying what you're experiencing? Because in the past, some of you were hurt by someone who came into your life.

Maybe it was someone you thought was your ideal type—physically attractive, someone you really believed would be the love of your life, your soulmate, or something like that. But in the end, this person betrayed you, lied to you, said hurtful things. Perhaps this was someone who was closed off from the beginning, and you thought you could win their heart. But in the end, you discovered they were exactly who they seemed to be all along. This experience might have left you nearly depressed, unable to see your own worth, and lacking the motivation to go out and meet other people.

And yes, you might have had help from a friend, a relative, or a female figure who came to you and told you that you are worth it, that you have all the potential and capacity to find someone who will recognize you and not deceive you in the end.

What you heard from these people might have been hard to accept at first, but it’s true. You have the capacity. I see you meeting someone new, perhaps around your age, someone very intelligent and creative. This person will be interested in you, but I see you being a bit tough with them because of what happened to you.

I see you taking your time to reply to their messages when they invite you out, playing a bit hard to get. But every time you meet with this person, it's positive; it’s an important moment.

It's fun!

You’ll find yourself in a stable relationship with this person. I see you two becoming best friends first, and then evolving into something more, into love.

This person will show you a very romantic side, perhaps a part of them that you didn’t expect. At first, they might have presented themselves in a certain way, but as your relationship deepens, things will evolve and become more natural. That’s what you’ll need to pay attention to. You need to let things flow naturally, stop trying to control or idealize too many people, too many conversations, behaviors—just let things happen as they will.

And while this person from your past may still be on your mind, still in your thoughts, the universe wants you to let that go. Move on—it's in the past. You deserve to be with someone who is good for you, not someone who hurt you and crushed your self-esteem.

Pile III

Well, I'm not sure if you're aware, but right now, you’re manifesting a very important soul connection, the kind where you might feel what the other person is feeling, have strange experiences like shared dreams, and connect with this person on incredibly deep levels without knowing why.

I believe you’re a very spiritual person, someone who knows their worth. You seem to be more introverted, perhaps spending a lot of time at home, but recently, you might have considered going out more.

You might meet this person when you’re out, perhaps in a place you don’t usually go to, with people you aren’t particularly close with. You’ll meet this person unexpectedly, and it will feel like a clash of souls between you two.

You’re trying to leave behind what has hurt or bothered you, trying to move forward every day, but you’re also quick to judge the people who come into your life. Sometimes, even if someone just says hi, you might immediately think they’re not your type or that you have nothing in common, not giving them a chance to get to know you.

You could meet this person while traveling, perhaps to a place you’ve always wanted to visit. Suddenly, you meet them, and it takes you by surprise.

I see you feeling unsure whether this person is truly attracted to you, whether they feel the same connection you do. You might have a lot of doubts about this.

It’s possible that you two will be in a long-distance situation, even if you’re in the same city. Maybe you didn’t exchange numbers; you saw each other a few times in different places and then went your separate ways. I see you seeking answers through the Divine or through things that are beyond what we can see, because you’ll sense that this connection is something different.

You and this person are very different—not just physically, but in personality and maturity. You are more mature than they are. This person still feels like a teenager in some ways, even though they’re an adult. Their actions and behaviors are still very youthful, and not in a positive sense. However, I don’t see this as an obstacle to you being together.

This person will miss you a lot, and you’ll miss them too, especially due to the distance between you. You won’t quite understand why you’re apart, but it will feel like there’s something bigger at play.

This person still has a lot of growing up to do, which might be why you’re not together yet—they need to go through certain experiences to mature because the universe is taking care of this connection. Whatever it is, the universe will do everything possible to bring you and this person together.

Besides this person, you might also receive romantic interest from others, such as someone in your workplace who finds you charming. They may try to win you over with gifts, attempting to capture your heart in various ways.

[drvscarlett]

Sweet Nothings (2)

Carlos Sainz x pageant queen!reader

Summary: All that they ever wanted was sweet nothings but everything changed like midnight rain.

Sweet Nothings: 1, 2, 3. 4

A/N: i indulged a lot with catriona so expect a lot of her faces. i like to build up things hehe.let me know your thoughts

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YNjpeg thank you for the opportunity for the roundtable to discuss different issues faced by our society [link]

User4 the way she speaks says a lot about her character

User6 I dont need to see any other queen, Y/N is my Miss Universe 2024.

User7 i never knew Y/N is this knowledgeable

User9 right?? i mean before we all knew her as just Carlos' partner User10 is it bad for me to say that i think Carlos and Y/N break up is a good thing? User9 true bestie.

LewisHamilton Wonderful insights, thank you for using your voice!

YNjpeg honored to be appreciated by you Lew! LewisHamilton 👑☝️ User12 real recognize real!

User55 anyone notice that carlos is still liking?

User90 omg i just noticed that! User77 my divorced parents

F1News posted an article.

Carlos Sainz sits down talking about championships, end of contracts, and relationships.

The hottest topic in the paddock at the moment has been Carlos Sainz. He is the driver that has been to watch out for as he becomes the El Matador that crushes Red Bull's streak of victory. The soon to be ex-Ferrari driver thanks the team for building a good car and creating new strategy that allowed them to best Red Bull several times already.

It was no surprise that him and teammate, Charles Leclerc has been chasing Max down for the championship. When asked about how does he deal with the pressure, he mentioned that he kept himself grounded by a note tucked inside of his helmet. He said that the content of the notes cannot be discussed (as well as the writer of the note) but he is very grateful for it for keeping him in touch with reality. The Spaniard is currently sitting at the second place with only 2 points difference from the current champion.

"It has not yet been decided" this is what Carlos has to say regarding where he would sign next. Carlos assures everyone that there are offers but he is still weighing which will be a better option. His focus at the moment was not on the signing because as he states "if I'm a good driver then the offers will just keep coming." He wishes to focus on doing his best with his current team and reiterates that he has no ill feelings with the team.

Another hot topic that Carlos was asked about is regarding his love life. There were rumors about his split with long-time girlfriend and now running for Miss Universe, Y/N L/N. Carlos explained how he is very proud of Y/N and that he wishes all the best for her. He refused to answer questions detailing more about her since he explains that "focus on Y/N as a beauty queen and not because of her relationship. She deserves more than just being someone's girlfriend."

CarlosY/N4ever

CarlosY/N4ever me realizing that Miss Universe 2024 and the Las Vegas Grand Prix is happening together???!!!

User5 wdym together???

CarlosY/N4ever It will both happen in the 24th,the gp will go first at 2pm while the Miss Universe will start at 6pm. User5 OHMYGOD????

User7 So are we going to watch miss universe or f1???

User8 Im gonna watch both User9 rip to us with a different timezone

User10 i love how we can use Y/N's reactions for this

User11 girlie is a walking meme User13 walking meme but still elegant

User19 SO WILL THE GRID BE WATCHING????

User22 what is barbenheimer when we have this going on!!!

QueenYNUpdates just posted a reel

Well my gowns and my costumes have been carefully selected. Everything has a meaning. It is an homage for my country and of course to the best parts of myself. [Can we have any more insights about your evening gown] All I can say is that I want to make Filipinos proud and the color has a very personal meaning.

User10 Im excited to see her final look!

User12 agreeeee,her attention to details is everything!

User7 Our filipina queen! PERIODT!

User13 the color has a very personal meaning + that smile.. anyone wanted to bet with me that its ferrari red???

User15 I might cry if its really red User18 and its carlos' last year to ferrari as well User90 I just want to have a good time on this app

User55 Go fight for the crown!!!! Bring home the crown!!!

QueenYNUpdates posted a reel

[What can you say about your relationship with Carlos, everyone is curious about what happened] This is the only time, I'll talk about this. If you are looking for drama, there is no drama between the two of us. Carlos and I met when we were still young people and we grew up together. We matured as individuals..Its not a bad thing. I am extremely happy and proud of where he is right now. Were both chasing our dreams. What we are, what have been. Its all good. That's all that I have to say.

User5 This basically confirms it.

User6 we are really children of divorce

User7 CARLOS GET HER BACK, ITS NOT TOO LATE

User8 YEAH SHE IS NOT YET MISS UNIVERSE User9 BRO DON'T LET HER GO CarlosSainz55

User11 Its the miss universe curse. If the girl really wants the crown then they will undergo heartbreak

User14 why do we have to sacrifice someone?? User15 so miss universe is just like ferrari strategy? here we sacrifice a boyfriend, in ferrari we sacrifice leclerc User17 that comment got me gagged.

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YNjpeg I am ready to represent!!! Flying to Vegas!!!

Charles_Leclerc goodluck Miss Philippines!!

YNjpeg thank you charlieee

LandoNorris can't wait to see you take the crown

YNjpeg lando you believe in me too much LandoNorris I SAID take the crown!!! YNjpeg ON IT!

User5 im so happy that she is still being supported by the grid

User67 bring home the crown Y/N!

User8 Mark my words, she will come back with the crown!

User9 safe flight!!!

CarlosSainz55 just posted a photo.

CarlosSainz55 You always hated flying. You told me that there is a certain discomfort and uncertainty when you are a thousand feet from the ground. Right now, you are flying. I know it has a certain discomfort and uncertainty of what's to come but I believe you can find some joy in it.

You will always be the most beautiful in the universe.

User7 OMG????

User6 CARLOS I WAS UNFAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME

User8 bro really went to tell the whole world that he will be here no matter what

User15 were always talking about how Y/N is Carlos' biggest fan but Carlos is also Y/N's biggest fan

User17 ITS TOO ERALY TO CRY

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[dre6ming]

On set of Dune II

This part of “The delicate beginning rush” universe- whole series HERE

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: smut 18+, blow job, cursing, MINORS PLEASE BE AWARE

Word count: 2k

Plot: you want to surprise Austin on the set of dune 2 and he gets shy about his fight scenes, but that is all forgotten when you work your magic on him.

A/n: this was a request by someone and it was so exciting to write, if you have more, send them to me and I’ll get to them as soon as I can.

With my busy schedule I barely got my assistant to fit this surprise flight to Budapest, so I could visit Austin on set of Dune 2. We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks, filming taking all of our time, on opposite sides of the world. It's not easy and it definitely is not pleasant, but we aren't the first nor the last to go through long distance. I have a few days off, time which I should have spend in the studio with Taylor, who's working on her new album, but I could not stay any longer without seeing Aus.

"Y/n so nice to meet you in person, I'm Denis. I have to say, I look forward to some day working with you, you're amazing!" The director says, putting his hand forward for me to shake. I smile kindly at him and take his hand. "Oh that's so beautiful of you to say, I look forward to that day as well, your work is so detailed and ambitious." I giggle, blushing a bit at his compliments. "Now I know this is a surprise for Austin, I did not say anything" he zips his lips closed chuckling "but you do have to sign some papers, just formalities you know." I nod and sign away, promising not to tell anything that I see today to anyone. "He's working, full make up, so brace yourself, it's really, it's a bit scary, come on."

Denis puts his hand on my shoulder and leads the way, as we walk I can start hearing grunting and thudding and all sorts of scenes. I am a bit worried about seeing Austin in full make up and acting like this psychotic character, considering that after the first time seeing him over video in full makeup I had a horrible nightmare. Granted he did call me at 3 am in the morning and I did answer kinda unconsciously, but still. There's big lights centered on two figures in the middle of a blue room, the rest is pretty dimly lit, so my eyes take a moment to adjust. I could recognize Austin's grunts anywhere, having had them in my ear for so long, so my knees feel a bit weak, my skin already hungry to feel him.

As I get used to the light, I see Austin move so athletically, jumping back avoiding hits, then throwing some good punches himself. He's been working very hard in the gym gaining a few pounds of muscle, looking toned like never before. God he looks so weird with this make up, I miss his blonde curly hair, thank god for the other movie he's filming, and this is all a fake bald cap. The other guy he's fighting with, uses a small knife, which I'm pretty sure it's fake but still scary. He swings it, in front of Austin's face and next thing I know he falls to the ground, catching himself mid fall, turning his head to the camera, showing his face full of blood. I stifle a scream, covering my mouth, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I look at everyone, no one seems to notice. Austin flashes a smile, black teeth showing, with trembling hands I push my hair behind my ears and try and act as if I had known this was all an act.

"Cut! Austin man, amazing! Let's get makeup in here and clean it up, I want to shoot it one more time. Let's take five!" Denis says, and suddenly Austin's whole demeanor changes, it's so strange, he looks so scary, but his stance is so Austin. I clear my voice and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, walking forward. Austin, being the sweet guy he is, is shaking hands with his partner. "Hi there stranger, need a tissue? I think you got a bloody nose." As soon as he hears my voice, he turns around, scooping my up in a tight hug, getting fake blood all over me. "Y/n!" Austin says, holding me tight to his chest, his lips kissing my neck, leaving wet splashes of fake blood. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask, patting his back, as my feet touch the ground. He doesn't answer, instead, his hands hold my face and he pulls me in for a kiss. It wet and bitter, even a bit sticky, but it tastes like him still. Austin breathes into the kiss, his tongue, entering my mouth exploring. I lace my hands around his neck and moan into him, forgetting for a minute where we are.

Austin pulls back resting his forehead on mine, breathing softly. "What are you doing here?" He asks a smile evident in his tone. I giggle when he rubs his nose against mine, pulling back to look at me. "Oh fuck, I got fake blood all over you, honey I'm so sorry!" He tries to wipe it with the back of his hand, but I take it away, holding his hand in mine. "It's fine, I'm just glad it's fake, I thought it was real." Austin can see that I'm as honest as they come and his eyes look sympathetic "I'm so sorry darling, I didn't mean to worry you!" He says, kissing my forehead head, then grunting annoyed. "I really should stop kissing you now." He says, rubbing his thumb over my forehead, on what I'm assuming is another fake blood stain. "You look so buff and scary, so so hot!" I say biting my lip.

"Really?" Even though all this white makeup I can see the slight blush he has on, turning all shy and avoiding eye contact. "So so hot!" I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my breath fans over his skin. "I can't wait for you to make those pretty noises for me!" I laugh, but my breath gets stuck in my throat as his arms circle around me and he pulls me in, flush to his front. "Baby these leather pants are very very tight and leave no room." He says rubbing his pelvis in mine so I can feel his hard on. My blood starts boiling and I can almost see myself with him on top of me.

"Ask for ten minutes, bathroom break or something." I plead under my breath. Austin looks hesitant, but he still does it anyway. Denis gives his ok and we bolt to his trailer, knowing we don't have much time. I laugh all the way there and he tries to make small talk, telling me all about how filming as been going so far, event this he's already told all this stuff. I listen, but in the back of my head I'm far gone.

We close the door to his trailer and his lips are on mine instantly. His hands hold mine down, so that I won't be able to try and thread my fingers through his nonexistent hair. "Get on the bed!" I say breathless and step back, letting him move past me and onto the bed. "Y/n, my darling, I've missed you so so much." Austin says, sitting on his bed, leaning back a bit, legs spread wide, sporting a noticeable bulge. "I've missed you too." I admit and move in front of him, placing my hand in his hard on, squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck!" He says, throwing his head back. I work his pants open and slide them down enough to free his hard dick, looking red and needy. I lick my lips and get down on my knees. This would be my first time ever doing anything like this, but I've been thinking about it a lot and I've been wanting to try.

"Y/n y/n, no no baby you don't have to, honey come on!" Austin tries to lift me off the ground but I keep my position. "I want to, but I've never done it before, so if I do something wrong, just tell me. Please!" I bat my lashes at him and his hips thrust in the air. "Just, ok, but take it easy ok?" I nod and hold him in my hand. I spit on him and move my hand up and down, using my thumb to touch his head gathering more sleek from there. I can already feel my panties getting wet, so I squeeze my thighs together. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. So far he's been quiet, but now that my warm mouth is on him, he lets out a long breathy moan, fisting the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you are an angel! I love you so much!" He tastes salty, but good in a way. I swirl my tongue around and suck, bopping my head up and down. One of his big hands leaves the sheets and finds purchase in my hair. I moan around him and feel him shiver as a few more cures slip past his lips.

God I've missed him. "Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my cock, do you like it? Like how I fit in your mouth?" I love when Austin talks dirty to me, so I moan, picking up the pace, causing him to fall back on the bed, crying out In pleasure. I finally understand why he loves to do this for me, I think I could watch him like this for ages and not get bored. I feel him twitch in my mouth, so I move my free hand from his thigh, to his balls, squeezing softly. "Shit, fucking hell!" He grunts, pushing his hips a bit in my mouth. "Y/n, baby, I'm not going to last long, if you don't want it in your mouth, I'll tell you when ok?" I nod, but I know want it in my mouth, I've tasted him before, after giving him hand jobs, so now I'm more than eager to get a taste of him.

I sneak my hand under his balls and push slightly on the spot there, which causes Austin to jump off the bed a bit, pushing himself further down my throat making me gag, tears prickle my eyes. I breathe through my nose and relax for him, working on him, pushing on that secret spot. "Fuck, Y/n, baby that feels so good, ahh I'm cu-" he doesn't get to finish what he has to say, as his body goes rigid and he spills himself into my mouth. I stay calm and swallow him whole, enjoying they way it feels. When he's done, I let him out of my mouth, give him a few more strokes, ending with a kiss to his head, smiling at the way he curses.

He lifts me up into his arms and I lay my head in his chest. "Wow, are you sure you've never done this before? Because this must have been the best I've ever had!" Austin says out of breath. I giggle and kiss under his chin. "I like to read, I learn what I read." I explain, sighing when he moves his head to kiss my lips. His hand travels down my body and gives my ass a good squeeze, making me yelp, so he can sneak his tongue into my mouth.

A knock on the door as us parting, him quickly putting his pants on and me, wiping my face with a tissue. "Back on set!" A voice shouts from the other side of the door. "In a minute!" Austin screams back, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. "Can I come watch you some more?" I ask, turning the water on to was the dried fake blood from my face. I look back at Austin and he looks so timid now, scratching the back of his head. "I mean of course baby..."

"Aus..? What's up?" I ask using a towel to dry my face, while I look at him, his eyes wondering the room, avoiding mine. "Well I guess I'm just a tad shy, you know, I have to act pretty barbaric out there and I feel so silly, I'm just I don't know.." he says dropping his head. I get close to him and take his hands in mine, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles. "You don't look silly, you look fierce, and bold and scary, you have nothing to be shy about." I say kissing the tip of his nose. "Now come on big boy, you've got work to do, and the faster you finish here, the sooner you get to make love to me!" I wink at him and he chockes on his laughter, blushing a deep red.

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[bairdthereader]

Time to pay homage to the Spring Queen, Tori.

[This is a long one, folks. I have lots of feelings. Sorry, not sorry! TLDR can just look at the gifs for the gist of the story.]

Having read Solitaire, This Winter, and Nick and Charlie in addition to Heartstopper, my thoughts on Tori and how she's portrayed in the show are a bit difficult to organize and express. Since we don't get her backstory in the show (yet), we see her exclusively engaging with Charlie's story; this leaves out a lot of her depth and complexity, or at least leaves it to the viewer to piece together. BUT . . .

The specific ways she goes about protecting Charlie say so much about her.

It's established from their first on-screen interaction that Charlie feels safe with Tori, both to be himself and to confide in her that he's ended his pseudo relationship with Ben, a relationship no one else knows about at this point. Tori automatically assumes the fault was with Ben, which is not only peak awesome older sister behavior, but a cue to Charlie that she knows him well enough to trust that he was not only not the offending party, but that the breakup was a very positive move for him. She's affirming and bolstering Charlie without any platitudes or unsolicited advice, a sign of her care and respect for him, as well as her understanding of him and his needs.

In Solitaire, Tori explains that she rides the bus with Charlie when he's dealing with particularly bad mental health struggles, which puts the scene toward the end of S1E7 in a slightly different perspective. She knows that something is deeply wrong, but also that Charlie isn't ready to talk about it. She keeps an earbud out just in case, but doesn't pressure him in any way, another sign of respect and silent support.

And of course the moment when Charlie is desperately vulnerable, scared, admitting his darkest thoughts to her, when she realizes for the first time (in the show timeline) just how deep the pain goes, she takes it seriously. She knows what it could mean. Though we as viewers haven't seen it yet, Tori knows her own version of this particular darkness and recognizes it in Charlie. She grounds him with firm, safe, physical touch and a truth that only she can give--which makes it the truest kind of truth, a bedrock truth for Charlie to stand on--that he is valuable to her and vital to her life.

After Charlie tells his parents about his relationship with Nick (with fairly negative results, but that's a whole other post), Tori's concern for Charlie is immediate. Not only does she remember how terrible the bullying Charlie experienced was, but she also knows how fragile his newfound happiness really is. Charlie misinterprets her question--whether intentionally or not I think might be up for debate--and assumes that her concern is mainly for Nick, asserting that he can protect Nick. Tori knows that Charlie will need that protection as well, maybe more, but also respects his choice to view the situation in this way. [Side note: respect is like Tori's secret love language; she doesn't give it very willingly.]

"Look after him or you die" seems funny, but Tori is dead serious. Her later accusation that Nick doesn't keep his promises feels harsh at first, and he doesn't really deserve it, but we have to see it for what it is. Tori is trusting Nick with a responsibility that she usually puts on herself, and she doesn't take it lightly; very few people can care for Charlie the way Tori does, and to her, failure to do so is indefensible. Nick's failing her test in this moment, though she's a complete enough person to recognize that it's a momentary lapse and trusts Nick with Charlie later in the story.

And of course there's the infamous Nelson dinner party, where Tori does in reality what we ALL want to do in spirit and knocks David down several pegs. She sees in him exactly the kind of person who bullied Charlie and made his life miserable, and she's not about to let it happen right in front of her. No real commentary here, just a deep appreciation for Tori's sisterly rage and complete disgust with David.

And then there's this:

Oh, season 3 Tori is going to be something to behold. I absolutely cannot wait. All hail the queen.

[cranberry-writes]

hey!! can i pls rq for more hughie x reader content?? there isn't much on here and i think we need to fix that

Occupation

Hughie x Reader

Genre; Mild angst but it’s all good at the end

Warnings; Cannon typical violence, language, talk of killing and mild spoilers for the first episode

This is a build from my Dating the Boys head-cannons, at the end of Hughies section i mention that reader would find out about his ‘job’ like two days after asking and getting nothing as a response. Also the scenario I used i completely made up, please bear with me i’m only partly on season 2. 

Uhhhhhggg i may have lightly chopped the ending up ill fix it later

also yeeesssss a request! i love requests!!!!

Synopsis; A few days after asking your boyfriend what he does for work and getting nothing for an answer, you accidentally find out his occupation in a way neither of you wanted.

You’re not sure what compelled you to ask Hughie what he did for work, maybe it was the strange hours he worked, or the fact he got hurt regularly, maybe it was but just good old fashioned curiosity that led you to asking him.

“So what do you do for work babe?”

The way he froze should have been enough of a sign that something was wrong, that you should have pushed him harder or asked more questions. But you didn’t, you just thought it was humorous in the moment.

His demeanor changed quickly, relaxed and focused on his phone to anxiously trying to look anywhere besides you. “I- well, I’m a tech guy? Like I don’t work for a tech company but I’m the tech guy, I work on tech stuff, it’s super boring you don’t want to hear about it.” He ended the rambling explanation with a forced chuckle

“So what do you want to do about dinner? We could go to that new Korean restaurant.” Glancing over to the clock you saw it was only 4, but decided to just play along. He didn’t have to tell you if he didn’t want to, you were sure there was a good reason, maybe he did something like a male striper and was embarrassed.

4 days later and a male striper would have been a dream scenario compared to this.

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You didn’t mean to see him, or the rest of them. You were just running some errands and wanted to make a stop at a new store, taking a short cut through an older part of town that you were sure was abandoned.

You turned the corner and saw him, it took you a moment to recognize him because he was completely drenched in blood. You’re mind forced you into panic mode, you looked at the people he was with, none where familiar except for a taller gruff looking man. Wasn’t he the guy that was on the news for killing Stillwell?

You moved back to hide behind the corner you just turned, suddenly very aware of how loud your breath was and how heavy the bags in your hands were. Slowly placing them on the ground and moving your hands to cover your mouth, you stayed as still as you could. You could hear them moving and talking from around the corner as thousand thoughts running through your head.

‘Is this his job? Does he kill people?’

‘Oh god, if he gets caught could i get in trouble??’

Then finally, the loudest thought drained the rest of them out

‘wasn’t Homelander, the Homelander after that Butcher guy?’

That thought managed to turn into cement inside your head, what if Homelander was after Hughie too?

“Oh shit.”

The words, while still quiet, left your mouth faster than you could stop them. You stoped your breathing as you heard Hughie and the others stop talking, after a moment you could hear a pair of foot steps approaching where you hid. 

Before you could run or scream or anything, a pair a rough hands where holding you against the wall, you grabbed and scratched at them desperately. “Please! I won’t tell anyone! I promise!”

Your luck must have completely failed you because Butcher was the one currently strangling you, the one convicted of murdering a single mother, was trying to kill you.

Somehow through the fog of being suffocated and also begging for your life, you could hear your name before being dropped to the dirty concrete floor. Your palms getting scraped harshly against the ground wasn’t even something you registered, you where to busy desperately trying to regain your breath, breathing hard and gasping for any bit of air.

You looked up, seeing Hughie and the asshole who just tried to kill you arguing. You would have been surprised with him arguing with a murderer so passionately, but it had hardly passed your mind at the time. You did manage to notice the other people there, a shorter man with a buzz cut facial hair combo and an asian woman with the prettiest hair you’d seen where staring at you.

You stood up slowly after a moment, looking back at Hughie who had since stoped arguing. “Is this, your job? You work with a murderer?” You gesture vaguely to Butcher, before redirecting your attention back to him.

He looked down, giving you a good view of his now blood red hair. “..I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how. I’m sorry.” “I don’t think anyone wants their boyfriend to tell them that their work involves them getting covered in blood.” Hughie looked down at his clothes as if he hadn’t noticed before.

It took a minute for you to properly regain your self, taking in your surroundings fully, the people around you, the situation.

“Are you even safe? Doing, whatever this is?” He tilted his head up at you, gradually shaking it side to side. “Not always.”

You probably hated asking that question the most, and his answer (while completely expected) scared you. Having a partner who was doing something stupid was something, having one doing something stupid and dangerous was another.

“You won’t die doing this, okay? Tell me, you won’t die.” The words were choppy and tense as you spoke, it probably sounded more of a decree than a request or question, but in reality it was a plea.

“I won’t die doing this.” He took a slight step forward, reaching a hand out in offering. Instead you grabbed him and pulled him into a hug that he reciprocated quickly. The partly dried blood on his clothes made it mildly uncomfortable but you powered through it, desperate for any comfort.

You stayed like that for a moment, savoring the moment. You pulled back and looked at him, making sure to hold his arms tightly. “We will not be talking about this at home, or ever unless your life is in danger. Please.”

Hughie smiled, and you felt calmer. He moved closer and kissed you on the cheek before stepping back “Not a peep, not a single peep.”

[beyondthesefourwalls]

To Make a House a Home

Summary: House hunting in California was proving to be a challenge. Leave it to Bradley to manage to pull off the biggest surprise you’ve ever gotten.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n, can be read as unnamed OC) 

Word Count: 1.6K 

Warnings: smut, fluff, language 

Notes: This was written off the blurb request I got during my TGM Blurb Party by @cherrycola27​. She requested Bradley. Smut/Fluff. House. “You can’t trick me into confessing my secrets” and it ran away from me, so she gets a one shot instead. Hope you like it and that it worth the wait, girlfriend!

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“I don’t think I can handle an open house today, baby. Can we just go back to the apartment instead?” 

The dejection in your voice was clear. You had been on the market for a house for months now that you had relocated to San Diego from Virginia. But the market was nearly impossible right now, and you were dealt rejection after rejection for every single offer you put in. You were renting an apartment on a month to month basis with the majority of your things packed away in a storage unit, and both of you were so eager to get out of the third floor walk up and into a place you could make a home. 

Bradley squeezed your hand before bringing it to his lips as he took an exit off the freeway. It was sunny but not too hot today, and the wind from the open windows made the strands of your hair flutter around your face. “Just one, okay? I have a good feeling about this."

“Just one?” you asked, hesitation and reluctance in your voice. But you would humor him, he knew, because he never asked for much. 

“Just one,” he confirmed. 

You sighed, and Bradley knew you really didn’t want to, but you agreed with him nonetheless. You weren’t happy now, but his own excitement started vibrating under his skin, because he knew you would be. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face. 

It was only another few minutes before he pulled into a neighborhood. He saw how you sat up a little straighter in your seat and how your brows pulled together out of the corner of his eye; you started to recognize your surroundings, taking them in. You didn’t say anything right away, but Bradley could practically feel the wheels in your head turning. You waited until he pulled into the driveway of a very familiar house before turning to him.

“What are we doing here?” 

The here in question was a house that could only be described as your dream home. It had almost everything your Pinterest Home Goals board could ever imagine, and maybe even a little bit extra, and you had fallen in love with it the moment you saw it during your house hunting more than a month ago. Your eyes had lit up in a way that Bradley had never seen before, only to be stamped out when the offer you had put in before you had even left the driveway was rejected the very next day. It had been hard, but you had simply smiled at him and said you would find another dream home, and that as long as you were with him, it didn’t matter. He knew you were being truthful, but he also knew that every home you looked at afterward simply didn’t compare. When he got the phone call from the realtor last week that it was back on the market after the original buyers had fallen through, he knew he had to move fast. With a little more cash down and a pre-approved loan for the rest, he had managed to sign all the paperwork and get the keys with you being none the wiser. 

Bradley turned the Bronco off and got out. You were still giving him that same confused, skeptical look when he rounded the vehicle to open your door for you like he always did. He couldn’t help but lean forward and place a kiss on the top of your scrunched up nose. 

“Come on,” he said, helping you down and closing the door once you were safely on the ground. “We should go inside.” 

“Bradley, there’s no one else here. And isn’t this house already sold?” 

You sound dumbfounded, and more than a little confused. You climbed the few steps to the closed front door, and Bradley couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. A smile took over his entire face and he dug around in his front pocket until he held his hand out. A shiny, silver key laid in his palm. 

“I..I don’t…what’s happening?” 

Instead of answering, he took the key and inserted it into the lock. The door swung open easily and he gestured for you to go in. You did so slowly, not taking your eyes off of him until you crossed the threshold. You gasped when you looked around. The large open concept living room and kitchen were bare, not a single rug or piece of furniture to be found as of yet. But on one of the walls right there in front of you, your favorite photo of the two of you hung, snug in its frame that had been sitting in your storage unit up until he had retrieved it earlier this morning. You stared at it in shock for a long moment. Bradley closed the front door and wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You turned to look at him, that same look of disbelief on your face, but your eyes were bright with love and awe.

“This is ours?” you asked quietly, like you were too scared of the answer. He nodded. “You bought this?” 

“We bought this,” he corrected, “but yes. We did.”  

You didn’t say anything, just stared at him for a long moment before squealing and launching yourself into his arms. The unexpected force of your body made him lose his footing and sent the both of you to the ground. He braced your fall with his body, but even then, he was laughing. 

“Bradley! This is our house!” 

“It is,” he agreed, looking up at you with the biggest smile on his face. You squealed again before leaning down to kiss him and he returned it eagerly. His hands settled on your butt, squeezing softly through the denim. 

“How did you pull this off without me knowing? You aren’t sneaky!” 

“I’m plenty sneaky when it means surprising the love of my life, thank you very much,” he remarked. You rolled your eyes but kissed him again nonetheless. 

“Our house,” you mumbled against his lips. He hummed in response, nodding. His cock twitched in his jeans. You always had a powerful effect on him, but combined with the way your body pressed against his, wiggling in excitement, and knowing that the happiness radiating off of you practically in waves was because of him, he was almost fully hard in a matter of moments. You could feel it, too. He knew by the way you ground down into him and tugged at his hair. You pulled away after a moment, rolling off of him and climbing to your feet.

He was about to push himself up as well but stopped when you tugged your shirt over your head. His jaw dropped as the material fluttered to the floor beside where he lay. You kicked off your shoes and worked on getting your jeans and panties off next. You returned to him as soon as you were left only in your bra, and you immediately set to work on undoing his belt and pulling his zipper down. 

“Don’t you want to look around?” he asked, even as he was finally getting with the program and raising his body just enough to quickly discard his own shirt. 

“No, I want to fuck you in our house. Right now. And I want you to tell me how you managed to do all of this.” 

He groaned in pleasure when you freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. “You can’t trick me into confessing my secrets. Oh, fuck, baby, god damn.” 

You had taken his length into your mouth with no preamble, sucking and licking him in the sloppy way that you knew he loved. The back of his head hit the hardwood floors as you hollow your cheeks. He cursed your name when you hummed around him. He threaded his fingers loosely through your hair. “Oh my god, you’re so good to me.” 

You didn’t work him with your mouth for too long, pulling off of him after only a minute or two, but he couldn’t bring himself to complain about it when you were climbing up his body and lining him up with your glistening wet pussy. You sank down slowly, and your matching groans echoed off the walls of the empty house. 

“You’ll tell me eventually,” you breathed, clenching around him as he bottomed out. You ran your hands over his chest, your nails scraping against his nipples as you went. His hips jerked up into you at the sensation and he knew you were right; despite what he said, your tricks always worked on him. 

He rolled the two of you so you were on your back below him. He thrusted in and out of you with long, hard strokes, you begging him for more the entire time in that desperate way you always did when his cock was buried inside of you. He wouldn’t be surprised if neither of you lasted long, but that was okay, because you had an entire house to christen.

“Welcome home, baby,” he grunted, slamming his hips into yours and reveling in the sounds you were making for him, echoing around him like music, “welcome home.” 

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[baeddel]

when i was a child i liked combat sports; i took martial arts classes (i forget which form) and i competed in fencing. i had to stop when i went to highschool because we didn't have time for it anymore. after leaving highschool i met a girl who did boxing and i planned to go and sign up at her gym to learn it with her, but i became too ill and it never happened. still, it had reignited my interest in combat sports and i would talk about it with people. i told one guy that i liked the look of Muay Thai; he expressed a common view, which was that martial arts like this sucked, because they were impractical in a real fight. he liked Krav Maga because it was real.

[long-ish post about fighting]

and i always objected to that kind of thinking! look here: it's true that much of the game which is played on the mat is produced by the restrictions placed on combatants. even in a very permissive sport like MMA, the great importance of ground fighting to that sport is produced by the restriction on fish-hooks and head kicks. thus, you can say that even these fights 'aren't real' in some sense. but how often are you ever going to be in a fight where you're willing to rip the other guy's cheek out, gouge out his eyes and so forth? Krav Maga was first developed for Jews to defend themselves from anti-semitic mobs in the 1930s. i know that some of you have certainly been in fights like that; but not all fights are that existentially serious. even in fights where there is such a high level of emnity there are often factors which restrain the fight from becoming an existential one. if you live somewhere that fascists are embedded and you blind one of theirs in a fight you might expect retribution; likewise you would be guilty of a felony and might get in real trouble. apprehensions like this might stay your hand—and already you are engaging in a kind of combat which is to some extent governed by extra-martial rules that produce a to some extent artificial situation.

of course, some martial arts will be more useful to know in the kind of combat games you are likely to play even so, and Muay Thai has not suddenly become more useful than Krav Maga on the basis of what i said. but i think that it is common to 1. underestimate the usefulness of even highly artifical combat sports, like fencing, and 2. overstate the utility of various 'self-defence' techniques, especially blinding, because the artificial, rules-governed nature of real fights is forgotten.

on point one, i would always credit my fencing experience with my success at fighting in highschool. i would sometimes even adopt the pose—one hand back, foot pointed forward—and people would (jokingly) say, 'it's [her] style! [she's] the fencer!' this part was not really useful; these fights were between friends and featured no emnity; we wanted to entertain the crowd, so there was a certain amount of kayfabe. but we were teenagers and behaved badly; once blows began we really hurt each other, and i even sent a few kids to the hospital (one with a concussion and the other with a wounded leg). plus, secret feelings of jealousy and resentment could be awakened during the course of the fight, so more emnity was felt as the fight grew more serious. what i thought really helped me from all the fencing matches was simply the sparring experience. when another living person attacks you without relenting, watches your movements for openings, and tries to stop whatever you do to them, it's difficult not to be overwhelmed and confused. being able to keep a level head, comprehend the situation and make decisions in the moment gave me an advantage over less experienced friends.

on the second point, i had older male friends who gave me a lot of advice that i can now recognize was plainly bad advice. for example, a girl i had a crush on had an older brother who always gave me and her other friends a hard time. i hated him so much i wanted to do something about him. so my friend told me that when fighting a larger and stronger opponent, i should do this... and this... a lot of techniques that had i really gone and done it would have left him permanently blind and disfigured. how do you think my crush would have felt if i went and did all that to her brother? these 'real' street fighting techniques were not useful in a real fight—a fight with stakes proportional to my real situation. when i did end up in situations with existential stakes (you know the stories) these techniques did nothing for me, since i would be alone against multiple attackers, or the other guy had frightening connections, or there was an asymmetry of power (who teaches 'defense against a guy in a car'?). in all cases the only wothwhile advice i ever got was this: you cannot run away in high heels.

similarly, when we had our low-stakes fights at school, the crowd would call out for me to punch the other guy in the face, or to kick him when he was down. afterwards they were disappointed that i didn't 'really go for him.' all this kind of talk really got to me; i would be standing there, facing my opponent and saying to myself, 'do it! do it!' in the end i never punched anyone in the face or tried any kind of dirty fighting at all. for this i hated myself so much. i was furious with myself; i would sit down and be angry at myself for a long time. i considered myself a coward and a weakling because i wouldn't go 'all in.' i didn't 'have the guts.' actually, what i felt was compassion for another person, and it was not a contemptable restraint at all. what was i trying to do—what was i trying to become? i think this is a way you can be misled by the discourse around 'real fighting.'

[cannedpickledpeaches]

Insert Your Name: Side Story 2

Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

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Notes and TW: Second side story is visiting the merfolk trio at land bootcamp. It isn't really written with any deep meaning, I just wanted to explore the way they might approach having legs. Please enjoy!

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It’s a strange stroke of luck that the “land bootcamp” happened to be near your home. Owing to your curiosity, you jumped on the opportunity to see what it’s like when the twins asked you to visit. You didn’t have permission to enter the building, so you sat on a bench outside, staring at the entrance. They’d be coming out any moment now for their break.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t for three human-looking boys with canes to exit together. One of them lagged behind so you couldn’t see him very well, but the two in front were familiar. Sure, they were significantly less green and slimy, their fingers didn’t end in claws, and no fins protruded from their body, but you could recognize their faces anywhere.

“Jade, Floyd!” You stood from the bench. Even at a distance, it was obvious that they were tall. “You look so not like fish!”

With an excited whoop, Floyd tossed aside his cane and dashed towards you, only . . . for his legs to buckle on the third step. He fell flat on his face, the cane rolling onto the grass out of his reach. Panic surged in you as you rushed to his side.

“Seven, are you okay?”

He seemed to be in a good mood. Instead of sulking, he rolled onto his back and laughed up at the sky, arms splayed like a sea star.

“Man, I suck at walking!” His infectious grin revealed rows of sharp teeth. It turned out the transformation potion didn’t change everything. “How d’ya get your tail fins to move separately?”

“Tail fins . . . oh, feet?” You glanced at your own. “I don’t really think about it. I guess you should practice more?”

“Floyd has actually been practicing quite diligently.” Jade piped up, approaching with carefully measured steps. Heel, foot flat on the ground, balls of the foot, toes, lift. His heels touched the ground at nearly exact intervals in exactly the same way, as if he was trying to become a human metronome. The cane in his hand looked more like an accessory than a walking aid. You got the feeling he was trying to prove a point. “He bet that he’ll make it to that tree without any walking aids before I do.”

He gestured at a tree a hundred metres away from the school gates. You figured it might be a while before they’d fulfill the conditions of the bet. Jade had mentioned that it took them a week to stand on their own.

“Any progress?”

“I’d like to think things are progressing smoothly.” He finally put some weight on the cane and stepped onto the grass. “For instance, I can even do something like this.”

Slowly, he bent his knees and started to lower himself. One hand gripped his cane, the other reaching for Floyd’s forgotten cane. A bad feeling overtook your gut.

“Hold on, Jade—”

The words were hardly out of your mouth when his knees buckled and he fell backwards, his rear thumping loudly on the grass. You searched his face for any pain. No sign of it. His eyes were only wide in surprise. In the background, Floyd’s cackles filled the air.

“Um. Are you okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” He chuckled sheepishly. “I have never before felt the effects of gravity so acutely.”

“You should stop showing off.” An unfamiliar voice admonished him. You looked up into silvery-blue eyes. The third member of their group used a quad cane, fingers firmly clasped around the handle. He heaved a sigh at the twins on the ground. “Use the equipment properly. Rushing the process is why you keep falling.”

“How can you learn to walk if you have a fear of falling?” Jade quipped, a sharp glint in his otherwise unassuming smile. You had the feeling there was a hidden meaning behind those words directed to the stranger, but you didn’t know enough about him to guess what it was.

“You certainly won’t be learning any faster if you injure yourself.”

“I have to agree with your friend.” You crouched next to him and picked up the forgotten cane. Floyd swatted at the end of it a few times before taking it back. “Take it one step at a time. Literally and metaphorically.”

“I’ll take your advice into consideration.” Jade placed his cane in his lap. He didn’t seem to have any inclination of getting back up. “Come to think of it, this is your first time meeting Azul, isn’t it?”

It took you a moment to remember where you heard the name before. The twins had mentioned him as a new person of interest, someone who worked tirelessly to create and enact contracts that were rigged in his favour. Another unsavoury character, no doubt. But when you looked into his eyes, you decided you didn’t hate the resolve you saw in them.

“Azul Ashengrotto.” He held out a hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

You introduced yourself and shook his hand.

“The twins told me a lot about you.”

It wasn’t hard to tell that Azul was holding in a groan.

“All good things, I hope?”

“Um.” You sifted through your memories. The most outstanding story the twins told you about Azul was something he probably found embarrassing. “Sure.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could even get the words out, Floyd cut him off.

“Hey, why’re you two still standing?”

One second, you were on your feet. The next, you were on your back, staring up at the summer sky peppered with thin, wispy clouds. Floyd’s laughter filled the air on your right, his hand gripping the cane that he used to trip you. Jade’s quiet snickering occupied your left, and Azul’s indignant shouts following a thump on the grass came from above your head. Despite the chaotic nature of the meeting, you felt at ease. That was the start of many summers spent with the four of you, together.

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PILE ONE

king of wands. 7 of wands. king of cups. page of swords.

you are a baddie. like a walking doll or godly statue. your looks make you very captivating. you get a lot of attention and so many people talk about you! there are also many rumors about you, good and bad. though i don’t think you seem to mind. you are very aware of your pretty privilege and you have no problem using it to get what you want. you are talented with words and socializing. many people love that you can stand your ground in any debate. they see you as powerful, the leader, a trendsetter, a boss. some of you may model and take stunning, tempting photos. (people literally drool over your pictures). some people compare themselves to you and feel inferior, because to them you are the standard. people definitely praise the ground you walk on. you may also love when your suitors compete and fight for your attention, while you sit back and enjoy the show. i’m seeing that you have tons of suitors but you are picky. you only want powerful men or women. you need someone who can deal with your spiciness becasue you’re not afraid to talk your shit. also many people may want to leave their current relationships to pursue you. your confidence and power is what make you so captivating.

۫ ּ ⊹⠀ ָ࣪ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִ ۫ ּ

PILE TWO

3 of swords. 10 of cups. 8 of cups. the world.

there is something exotic about you. you are not easy to define or grasp. you remind me of a siren. beautiful yet distant. you know how to paint a pretty picture or make things bigger than they seem. you may have had plastic surgery, lip injections, have false names or identities, use makeup or others enhancements. you are just a one of a kind person this makes you very magnetic. some of you may be water signs, pisces or have strong pisces energy. you are aloof, dreamy and don’t like to get your hands dirty. i’m sensing a damsel in distress. you may sulk or pout when you don’t get your way. many people think you have an attractive body and love to watch you dance or just love they way you move. people also see you as a person to start a family with. they want commitment with you but you may not want to get married or be in a serious relationship right now. but i see you’re still looking for the perfect partner. you’re not an easy catch and that makes you captivating.

۫ ּ ⊹⠀ ָ࣪ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִ ۫ ּ

PILE THREE

3 of swords. 9 of swords. 4 of cups.

there are times when you can be a bit moody and detached, like the coquette. you have many different personalities and many find this captivating about you. you’re like hot n cold, bad and good, angel and devilish, just the best of both worlds. you aren’t too attached to anyone and would prefer to be focused on your personal goals and interests. you’re just in your own little world. people find it difficult to capture your attention but they dream of the day you finally recognize them. your thoughts and feelings are deep. you may talk about spiritual stuff with others and a lot of people think you can come take away their pain like a therapist. you may listen to others talk about their issues, but you like keeping your personal feelings and thoughts to yourself. you don’t attach to these people. like a magical fairy you are meant to come into peoples lives for a moment, uplift them and leave.

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[kurishiri]

19 . . . main story

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— cw: objectification, near-death experience, obsessive behavior.

(...I still, feel out of it...)

Right after discovering the casket upon which Lord Elbert’s name was engraved,

we tried to hide among the cargo as we slipped into the Bernard Company’s freight ship.

(Is Lord Elbert alright? Just what in the world was with that coffin...?)

As if trying to amplify my worries, the sound of the waves hitting the ship with a strong force resonated in the deck.

William: Kate, from here on, some danger will follow.

W: As such, I would suggest focusing on what is before your eyes.

Kate: ...Sorry about that.

William didn’t turn around once as he spoke to me, and in a panic I pulled my attention back to what was in front of me.

William: ...It would seem that the casket has the Bernard Company’s crest engraved upon it.

W: Hence, it is not something that was requested by someone outside.

(The Bernard Company’s crest...? Which means...)

Kate: That would mean someone from the Company is the one targeting Lord Elbert, right?

It was then William finally turned to face me, a bewitching smile playing on his lips, as though affirming what I had just said.

William: If such is the case, then our mission to eliminate the top of the Company may be intertwined with that to save Elbert.

W: And in order to save him, would you not agree that it’s imperative to swiftly complete this mission and glean information?

Kate: ...!

(He’s right — it’s just as William says.)

William’s words gave the support I needed, and my mind became more clear.

William: Do you feel you will be able to focus now?

Kate: Ah... yes, thank you very much.

William: There’s no need to thank me.

Boat worker: !? Who the hell are you guys! How’d you even get here...!?

At that moment, a worker on the boat, who appeared to have been patrolling the premises of the ship’s deck, waved his lantern as he turned toward us.

William: Ahh, what wonderful timing.

With no sign of agitation, William took a step forward, his movements nothing short of elegant, and——

William: “Disclose Gabriel Bernard’s current location.”

Boat worker: The third cargo hold! Wh, huh...!?

(That’s——William’s ability.)

The power to instill an absolute order that the other must follow through on. When I remembered the time I was under its influence, a shiver ran down my spine.

When the worker swiftly disclosed the location, William gave him a perfect smile.

William: Thank you for the very helpful information. Now then——”Stay silent here until dawn breaks.”

Boat worker: Gh!? ...!

The worker’s legs stiffened as if he was sewed to the deck, and he held his own throat in a panic, unable to make a sound.

Alfons: Hehe... Quite a pitiful soul, honestly. Were that he could call his friends sooner, but alas.

Roger: Not that he could even if he wanted, since I couldn’t hear any other voice around.

Ellis: Oh, really? Then, it probably doesn’t matter if he has to stay silent or not.

William: Well, let us go then.

Kate: Right!

Walking past the worker, we hurried to the third cargo hold.

(...Lord Elbert—)

I had no way of knowing whether Lord Elbert was truly here or not.

But, the one thing I knew for sure was that he was being targeted by the Company.

(And just as William had said, if we can meet Gabriel Bernard, we’ll surely find some clues to his whereabouts.)

(Please, just be safe——)

—— Elbert’s POV ——

From afar, I could hear the sound of the waves crashing.

——When I awoke, I found myself on the ground, like a bug.

???: Ahh... I see you are awake now.

I didn’t recognize that voice as I turned toward it in the dim darkness.

When I tried to move, though, I felt a sharp pain in my head, as if I had been hit with something.

Not only that, my throat hurt too——

???: As I thought, having a human drink poison while they are sleeping is quite difficult.

???: Next time, I will need to use a lethal dose.

Elbert: ...Poi...son...?

My throat felt like it was burning, and my voice, which I had to squeeze out, came out hoarse.

Though my conscience was clear, my body wouldn’t listen.

???: Ahh! But perhaps it is a good thing that you haven’t knocked on death’s door yet!

???: For even your voice is beautiful...... to know that, I truly do feel grateful.

From within the faint light came a man with gray hair, in the prime of his life.

His attire looked to be of high quality, decorated with jewels... and in his hands, he held what looked to be a medicinal vial.

Elbert: Where... is, this…

Gray-haired man: We’re currently in the cargo ship’s storage room. See, if you listen closely, can you hear the sound of the waves?

Elbert: ...ugh...

I tried to form more words, to no avail.

A strong sense of nausea burned my throat, perhaps because of the poison I was made to drink while unconscious.

As though being scorched alive, a heat spread its way within my body, in turn making my hands and legs grow cold.

——So much so, it felt like death itself.

Gray-haired man: Ahh... if nothing else, I must preserve these blue eyes of yours.

The man crouched down beside me, and he lifted my chin close enough to him that I could touch the jeweled decorations he wore.

Gray-haired man: Actually, perhaps I should simply mummify everything from the neck up?

Elbert: ...What, are you...

Gray-haired man: Ah, I apologize for the belated introduction. My name is Gabriel Bernard.

Gabriel: I was quite taken with you from where I sat back at the auction — you were so beautiful.

G: That’s why, I wanted to make you mine. Ever since I had first laid my eyes on you.

G: I’m hoping to add you to my collection, you see.

Elbert: ...col...lec...tion...?

Gabriel: Are you not the same? You, too, collect beautiful things, do you not?

The man’s eyes looked as though he had been possessed by a demon, filled with craze,

and that closely resembled something I myself was familiar with.

(Ahh...)

(...I feel like, I’m looking into a mirror.)

Elbert: ......Perhaps, you’re right.

Gabriel: Hmm?

Elbert: Maybe, you and I are... truly the same.

E: Using selfish excuses as a shield... pushing our greed onto others, and... hurting them, too.

The images of the man in front of me, the man who assaulted Mother, and the doctor who had tried to assault me,

intertwined with the image of myself, binding Kate with shackles.

This time, nausea bubbled up from inside me for a reason other than the poison coursing through my body, but rather a feeling of disgust.

Elbert: You... the man who had assaulted Mother... and the doctor who had attacked me...... and me, myself.

E: We are all, one and the same... repulsive human beings.

E: As much as we deserve to be rewarded... we deserve to be punished.

(Right now, he is trying to do to me what I had done to all the things scattered about in that room. It is all, one and the same.)

(And, no matter what reason he — and I — give for letting madness drive us,)

(Our actions are naught but avaricious, selfish, and repulsive——)

(None of us, deserve to be forgiven.)

Gabriel: Mother? Doctor? Your words are nonsense to my ears, but surely, you are anything but ‘repulsive’!

G: In fact, you are beautiful — and that’s why, I need you to die, so you can become mine.

G: Of course, this is not a punishment. Rather, this is love — the workings of love itself.

The vial was pushed against my mouth, and I could feel a pain scorching my lips.

Elbert: ...gh...

Gabriel: Wha—!?

Though my body was weak, I tried to shift myself to turn my face away.

At that moment, the vial fell from the man’s hands, the shattered glass scattered on the floor.

Gabriel: Ahh, truly, what a waste.

G: I believe I do have a spare somewhere around here. Where was it again...

Gabriel let go of my chin, muttering something as he started rummaging through the shelves.

Elbert: .........Why—

—did I resist just now?

I had always thought it was only natural for me to be punished like this.

And, I had thought about whether I should sink into the depths of this deep, deep sea, sooner rather than later. That’s what I should have thought, but——

—— Flashback ——

Kate: Lord Elbert.

—— End flashback ——

Elbert: .........

Her voice rang clearly in my ears——

And suddenly, driven by the fear of death that crept up from within me, I was hit by a seemingly burning impulse.

Elbert: ....I—

E: —I, really am the worst... aren’t I...

If I had only wanted to be ‘forgiven,’ I would have let go of this life a long time ago.

But... the reason I had continued this meaningless cycle of atonement,

the reason I had been so hesitant on having her,

and the reason why I had hurt her so much, and felt so sad to the point it felt like a blade was cutting through my body. It was all because...

—— Flashback ——

Kate: And, no matter what sin you are bearing, I... I like you.

K: So, please, don’t throw away all your happiness to atone for this sin...

K: ...I, want you to smile. And, I want to make you happy, Lord Elbert...

—— End flashback ——

Elbert: ......ha...ppy——

E: gh... I...

E: ...I, really... want to become happy...

——It had always been like this.

No matter how deep my sins ran in this life, no matter if nobody ever forgave me... and no matter if I can never forgive myself, in this lifetime...

(No matter what... I had never completely given up... on becoming happy.)

(No, I couldn’t give up.)

(I——)

(——am simply greedy like that, after all.)

Elbert: .........Kate...

E: Kate, Kate... Kate...

E: I want to become happy... together with you.

Even now, when I had locked her away in my room,

I wanted everything: her smile, her words, her gaze, everything. I wanted it so, so badly — I could hardly bear it.

I want to see you again, love you — I want you, yourself.

(I had hurt you so much, but,)

(if you still wish to stay by my side, after all that...)

Elbert: I...

No matter how many times the howling, raging seas invited me to the far, distant horizons—

Elbert: ...I, want to return to the shore, where you are.

I pushed my weakened body to the limit, crawling toward the door.

I could hear the man’s excited voice fall on me from above my head.

Gabriel: Ahh... even when you are crawling like a caterpillar, you are still captivatingly beautiful...! You are truly like a living miracle!

Elbert: ...gh——

Gabriel: Oh, but, do take care not to wound yourself on the nails on the floor. For I need not scratched items in my collection.

(If I can see you again, the first thing I will do is apologize, for so many things.)

For hearing, but not listening to you.

For pushing my greed onto you, and treating you like an object.

And... for making you a tool of atonement.

(And then——)

I felt him grab my arm, and my vision flipped.

Craze-filled eyes held me captive where I was.

Gabriel: Now, once you drink this poison, you shall be complete.

G: As the world’s most beautiful corpse, that is.

—— Kate’s POV ——

Ellis: The third cargo hold... we’re here.

Within the narrow corridors of the dim interior, a cold door loomed over us.

(So, the Company’s top is in here.)

(If we go in, surely we’ll find a clue as to where Lord Elbert is too——)

Ellis: I’ll keep watch from the outside then.

William: Alright, I leave that to you.

Alfons: ...It would appear the door is locked.

Roger: Step back a bit for me.

Roger then kicked the heavy door down.

Kate: ——!!

At the sight before me, my breath got caught in my throat.

There, I saw Lord Elbert, who looked like a lifeless doll with that pale face, held down by a man with gray hair.

Kate: Lord Elbert!!

Elbert: .........hh......?

I could see his golden locks lightly sway.

Lord Elbert opened his eyes slightly, and his blue eyes that resembled the sea, met mine.

(......Lord Elbert...)

Elbert: ——......

For a moment, I could clearly tell that his lips had called my name.

Gray-haired man: Who might you guys be? I was just in the process of making something important, so could you kindly stay out of my way?

William: I take it you are Gabriel Bernard, yes?

Gabriel: Indeed, I am. If you are here for business negotiations, though, you will need to wait.

Gabriel didn’t even spare William a glance, as he tried to push what looked like a medicine vial against Lord Elbert’s lips.

I didn’t know what was inside. But, alarm bells were ringing within me.

(No, you can’t drink that——!)

Grabbing a cloth bag nearby on a reflex, I threw it at the man.

Gabriel: Ugh!?

The heavy bag hit the man’s arm, separating the vial from Lord Elbert’s mouth in the nick of time.

Gabriel: What do you think you’re doing!? What would you do if he had gotten wounded!!

Gabriel shouted at me, as if he was flaring up, when—

William: ——”Do not move.”

Gabriel: Gh!?

As per the commands of the ‘Self-Righteous King,’ he had become an absolute servant in an instant.

William: “Lower Elbert on the ground. As slowly as you can.”

Gabriel: W, what is... this... my body... it’s moving on its own—!!

Obeying William’s orders, Gabriel did as he was told, lowering Lord Elbert’s body to the cold floor.

(Lord Elbert——!)

William: I am grateful for your support, Kate.

W: Everyone, I leave Elbert in your hands. I will take care of this heinous criminal.

Kate: ...hh ...!

It was as though something was pulling at my legs, and I ran to Lord Elbert’s side, caring not how I looked then.

Kate: Lord Elbert... Are you okay... Lord Elbert!

Elbert: ......ugh......

(His skin is freezing cold, like ice... but why...)

I tried to hold his weak body up, and Roger came to help.

Roger: Elbie... hey, Elbie, can you hear me?

Alfons: Though conscious, it appears he is paralyzed... perhaps it’s a neurotoxin.

William: Well, now, it would seem that you have spoiled my dear friend quite a bit, haven’t you.

Gabriel: Eeee—

William: So, what poison did you make him drink?——”Answer me.”

Gabriel: ...ite... It’s, aconite...

Roger: ......Did you just say aconite?

Hearing that alone made Roger’s expression cloud over in an instant.

Kate: Is that—

Alfons: —A lethal poison, it is.

Alfons was uncharacteristically monotonous as he murmured this.

Alfons: It is a poison that can kill you with a miniscule amount... and not only that, no antidote exists for aconite.

Kate: Wh—please, Roger, there has to be something we can do......!

Roger: ...It seems he is still able to breathe on his own will. In which case, there is some hope.

R: We will have to make him drink enough water so that he throws up, even if just a little. After that——

R: All we can do is pray that death doesn’t come to get him.

Kate: ......hh...

Elbert: Haa...gh, haa......

Lord Elbert could no longer speak — he could only take in shallow breaths.

But, his slightly open eyes were as deep as the sea, and they seemed to burn as they stared intently at me.

Kate: ...!

My heart, which was on the verge of being dyed in despair, felt encouraged once more.

(I, can’t ever give up.)

(Because, Lord Elbert surely hasn’t given up either.)

Though tears felt like they’d overflow at any moment, but I held it in as I gave him a smile.

Kate: ...It’ll be alright, Lord Elbert. I’ll be here with you.

Elbert: ......hh...

Kate: That’s why, let’s do our best, together.

Lord Elbert’s breathing was slightly pained but,

when I held onto his hand, which had gone completely cold, I felt that he nodded.

Alfons: ...Adjacent to the harbor, there is a clinic of an unlicensed doctor.

A: We shouldn’t outstay our welcome here, lest we risk getting attacked, and I imagine there is only so much water as well.

Roger: Let’s head there then.

Kate: Right...!

I followed after Roger, who held Lord Elbert, as we left the storage.

After Kate and the others had left, one after the other——the air in the cargo hold seemed to slowly grow more cold.

William: ——Now then, it’s time to face your judgment.

William’s sentence seemed to shake the silence,

and as though a drop of poison had dropped on his tongue, Gabriel fell into a state of panic.

Gabriel: W, what is this... j-judgment, you say!?

G: J-just what sin, have I..... gh, no, wait, just what are you guys anyway!?

William: What are we, you ask? Let’s see now...

W: We are sinners who will only be met with death — far from any ‘good person.’

W: ...Let us just leave it at that.

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How about ghost and König with an mentally I’ll S/O? I thought maybe like bpd?

Maybe the s/o splitting on them or them going into depression / manic phase.

Have a hard time coping right know and reading about my comfort character chills me a bit😅

Summary: How Ghost and König would help their S/O who struggles with their mental health.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Ghost, and König.

Warnings: Mention of mental health struggles, none.

A/N: I’m sorry to hear you’re having a rough time, Anon. Your girl is struggling hard too, but we’ll feel better soon! The approach I took for this was more focused on depression and manic phase(s) given those are what I’m more familiar with. I was tempted to try to include the splitting as well, but didn’t want to approach it and do a terrible/offensive job of it. I hope you don’t mind! Also, thank you for the request! It is much appreciated.   ( Gif credit: xxx )

Ghost―

Before the two of you had even agreed on becoming a couple, you’d had a long conversation about your mental health. Explaining everything you dealt with and how it could sometimes make life very difficult for you.

Thankfully, he explained that he understood more than he let on. Simply explaining that he, too, often struggled with his own mental health as well.

Over time, he’d be able to recognize the signs of when your slipping a bit. Noting if you ever stay in bed longer, skip showers, or find it difficult to do other simple tasks.

At that point, he’s unsure of what would work best for you but decides to try rather than leave you to suffer through it alone.

He’d do his best try and urge you out of bed with simple tasks that feel manageable: asks if you’d at least like to get up and change, maybe brush your teeth, comb out your hair  - if you’ve any - so it doesn’t tangle and knot.

Will absolutely take care of the cooking and chores so you don’t have to worry about it. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest. If anything, it helps ease his own mind a bit to take care of mindless tasks for the both of you.

Even if it’s not to your taste, he’ll offer to brew you a hot cup of tea anyway because he swears it helps him even during the roughest of times. If tea isn’t to your liking, he’s up and running to the nearest corner store to grab you your favorite drink and a little treat.

If the mania hits, he’s a little more unsure of how to approach things but will get it over time with help. Honestly, he’d just try and roll with the punches the best he can whilst also being your support system when you need it.

Definitely a good voice of reason. If you’re anything like me and tend to constantly want to do this and that when that burst of energy hits, he’ll try and ground you a bit. Asks you what you’d prefer to do first and also does his best to discuss the things you can’t do for whatever reason.

Sure, he’ll have moments where his own stress gets to him, but he’d never take it out on you. Especially when he knows you’re dealing with mental health problems more so than usual. He’ll calmly explain that he just needs a moment to deal with himself before returning, feeling better and ready to help however you’d like him to.

Moments like those are where his touch revulsion tendencies are practically non-existent since he’s so focused on trying to make you feel better. If you want to cuddle, he’s asking which spoon you’d prefer to be. If you’d rather just be within his presence, he’s happy to stay by you and find something to read or watch together. Anything if it means helping you feel better.

König―

Despite him dealing with anxiety and such, I can see him being very hesitant and unsure of what to do at first. You’d have to talk him through everything and explain the best ways to help you during your worst moments.

Be patient with this man. I personally like to roll with the Colonel status for him -- so he’d be a bit on the older side. Possibly a little behind on the times of how to help others in the best way possible.

However, once he gets the hang of things, he’s the best support system you could ever ask for.

When those rough times roll around, he’s already going through a mental checklist of things you’ve mentioned might help make things better. When those don’t work, he begins to try some of his own tactics to help.

Isn’t the best cook, but does try his best. If even that isn’t enough, he’s jumping to order and pick up whatever you’d like. Regardless of what or where it is.

Also loves to try and ground you a bit during rough episodes, he goes through a whole routine with you sometimes. May or may not have researched them online.

Much like Ghost, König will not hesitate to help ground you with physical touch and affection. The man gives the best bear hugs and will gladly squeeze you as tight as you’d like. Also loves to snuggle and just have you in his lap to try and make you feel better.

For those more manic periods, he’s right there with you until - if ever - he senses things getting out of hand. Still does his best to do right by you though. The last thing he wants is for him to try an approach that would make things worse for you.

Really just wants to be there for you however he can, no matter the cost.

Say the word and he’s doing whatever you want or need without question, and within reason.

[passions-and-pupils]

A Closure So Far AKA: Siffren (SASASAAP) giving up from an outside POV

ao3 link if you’d prefer:

Isabeau knew something was off about Siffrin from the moment he saw him walking toward the favor tree. He walked like his shoes were a pound heavier than usual, and when he closed his eyes to blink Isabeau got the impression he had to try very hard to open them again.

“Uh, Hey Isa,” they asked, face twisting into an unnaturally cheery smile. He looked like a shapeshifter trying to replicate human facial expressions. Isabeau couldn’t stop the feeling of unease in his gut.

“Hey, uh, Siff? Are you still half asleep? You should stop taking forever naps Siff. Naps give you cotton brain,” Isabeau half-joked, lacing his words with genuine concern. Siffrin just stared forward, like he was waiting for him to continue

“Anyway I was just looking at the favor tree, isn’t this tree cool?” He once again tried to lighten the mood, that way they could start a conversation before easing into what was wrong, but when Siffrin responded it was like he was only half there

“It’s a tree-mendous tree,” the joke was good but its delivery only served to worry Isa more.

 Siff always made this face before he made a joke, a face Isabeau had come to know quite intimately throughout their travels together. Siffrin’s face didn’t change at all before or after that pun, like a ventriloquist dummy with one expression, they could make.

“Is everything alright?” Isabeau asked, finally deciding to get straight to the point. Siffrin tilted their head down, letting their eyes be covered by the shadow of their hat.

“I’ll tell you when we beat the king,” he said, and Isabeau didn’t believe him for a second. He wanted to push a little, since something was obviously bothering him but, Siffrin continued.

“Can I have some time alone with the tree? please?” that last word was said so genuinely that Isa paused, re-thinking his approach and nodding 

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting when you are ready,” and he meant that on every layer he possibly could.

Siffrin turned to face away from him and toward the tree

“Goodbye, Isa,” 

“See ya, Siff,” Isabeau smiled softly at him, before leaving him alone as requested.

Isa tried to head towards the clock tower but he couldn’t shake the idea that something was wrong, that he needed to be there when Siffrin left the tree.

So he stood near the change god, facing where Siff would emerge, rehearsing what he would say to make his friend feel even a little bit better. He knew things were tough, with the looming threat of the king over their heads but, he had never seen Siffrin look so… defeated. Even when they lost their eye they treated it like a minor setback and almost immediately told Isa about all the new puns they could make.

Isabeau couldn’t imagine what could make Siffrin, the strongest person he knew, want to give up.

Then, a blood-curdling scream rang through Dormont. A scream filled with so much pain, so much grief, it took Isabeau a moment to recognize where it came from.

Siffrin.

Isabeau ran. With all his strength he ran towards the favor tree. The only things going through his head were that he needed to find and protect Siffrin, he didn’t think about what from, or even the possibility that he could be already too late. He just put all his energy into moving as fast as he could.

When he turned the corner he wasn't met with Siffrin or the favor tree, but rather bright light, as if the sun had fallen and landed in the grass. He kept running, now blind, and screamed

“Siff!!!” He didn’t understand what was happening, he didn’t need to, he just needed to see Siff and know they were okay, or at the very least alive.

He could hear gasps for air, a sign he held onto like a prayer before his foot caught on something, sending him cascading towards the ground. 

In an instant, it was over. Isabeau hit the floor and the light disappeared.

“Siff?” He asked, tears welling in his eyes as they adjusted to the lack of light.

In front of him, barely a foot away, was a patch of lightless burnt grass surrounded by a ring of a different, slightly lighter shade. 

Then the air hit him like a brick. The smell of blood and burning flesh and sugar was so strong he gagged on the scent as well as the implications.

 Isabeau rose to his knees and looked at his hands hoping, for the peace in change that he was wrong,

But he was right, his hands were covered in the same substance that covered the grass around the burnt spot, and he was surrounded by blood. 

Isa just sat there in shock. Stubbornly refusing to process any of what just happened, or any of his surroundings, just looking down at the blood on his hands until he felt someone shaking him from behind by the shoulders.

“Isabeau!” He snapped his head towards the voice on instinct and was met by Odile. 

Isa didn’t remember the last time he saw her show so much fear. Maybe when Siffrin lost his eye? No, even then she kept her emotions under control in favor of taking charge. She always seemed to know exactly what to do, even when everyone else froze up.

 Not now. Now she looked almost as scared as Isa felt.

“Isabeau, where is Siffrin?” 

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He knew the answer but he couldn’t say it, even in his head he couldn’t admit it.  He stood and turned around to find Mirabelle looking at him with tears in her eyes and a large, darkless hat in her hands.

Oh. That was what he tripped on. 

Siffrin rarely took off his hat, only removing it when he needed to sleep or bathe or brush his hair. Any situation where he didn’t have it on felt intimate in a way Isabeau couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He had a feeling Siffrin didn’t take it off on purpose this time.

Turning back to Odile he gave a silent answer with his expression before pulling Mirabelle into a tight hug. Mira tensed at the sudden contact but then returned the hug with equal energy.  Isabeau could feel warm tears on his chest and hear Mirabelle's muffled whimpers, but he said nothing of comfort. Neither of them spoke, for if they did the moment would be real, and Siffrin would be gone.

“It all happened so fast,” Isabeau lamented once they got back to the clock tower. “I heard a scream, I ran, there was a bright light, I tripped, the light was gone, and I was alone,”

“What about before then? Was Siffrin acting unusually in any way, or did he say something strange?” Odile asked, writing something on her notepad.

“He did seem really tired and out of it but, nothing that would suggest he was about to… I don't know. Self-combust?” Isabeau responded putting his head in his hands. 

“He did remind me of the carrot method which was strange since I'm pretty sure they don't use that method to teach craft in other countries. I mean, it only really works in Vaugardian,” Mirabelle rambled. 

“Interesting..” Odile wrote some more before hitting them all with “And do any of us know if he has a family we should contact?” 

None of them knew. How pathetic was that? How could they claim to be their friends- to be their family- and yet they didn't even know something as simple as that?

“Do we even know what country he’s from?” Isabeau asked. Would they ever know?

The silence spoke volumes before Odile broke it with a sigh.

“In that case, we should focus on finding him or at least a body-”

The door to the clock tower slammed open. “Hey guys! Guess what I got?” Bonnie practically screamed. Normally someone would remind them to use their “inside voice” but today they were met with silence. 

Bonnie’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as they looked over their somber party.

“What did I miss?” They asked, placing a large bag of food on the table. No one dared to answer.

“Where’s Frin?” The moment those words left Bonnie’s mouth tears left Mirabelle’s eyes and the other two looked away. Bonnie’s heart dropped to their stomach. “Guys?”

“He’s gone Bonnieface,” Odile finally answered

“Where did he go?” Bonnie asked, their hands beginning to shake “We need him here if we are gonna beat the king tomorrow. We can’t just let him go!”

None of the adults knew what to say, or how to put it into words without speaking into existence, so instead Mirabelle reached under her chair and pulled out the hat, handing it to Bonnie.

Bonnie grabbed it swiftly and looked it over as if trying to find something to prove it wasn’t Siffrin’s. They found nothing.

Their lips trembled as tears flowed from their eyes. Mirabelle stood up and pulled them into a hug. 

Bonnie held on like Mira would slip from her arms if they let go.

Mirabelle wished she could assure them that everything was going to be okay, that they were all safe, but she couldn’t lie, not to Bonnie.

Odile cooked dinner that night.

After dark Isabeau wandered the forest with a lit torch, calling out for Siffrin and looking for any sign they were still alive. 

He came home at dawn empty-handed. 

Isabeau stared down at the burnt spot of grass under the favor tree with a neutral expression. 

“We beat the king,” he said out loud, as if Siffrin could hear him through the ground. “Vanguard is saved and everything has unfrozen,”

“We won,” his voice cracked and his bottom lip trembled as tears started to form in his eyes once again. “Crab, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry again,” he let out a weak laugh.

“We are gonna bring Bonnie home to their sister, and then hopefully they are both gonna join us to continue traveling,”

“I know you would have loved to join us as well,” Crying became sobbing as Isabeau uselessly wiped his eyes. It had been days yet it still smelled so strongly of blood and burnt sugar.

“We all miss you so much,” he spoke through uneven, heavy breaths.

“You told me we’d talk after the king so,” he gathered a shaky smile

“Here I am! Ready to talk,” his head turned to the favor tree.

“I just wish I could talk to you one more time,” 

“Be careful what you wish for,” a small voice came from behind the tree. Isabeau’s eyes widened. “Believe me, one wrong wish can ruin everything,” the voice was sickeningly sweet and bitter on the edges, but that didn't stop Isabeau from recognizing it immediately 

“Siffrin?” for a moment, he dared to hope.

From behind the tree came a being of the night sky with a head like a small sun and mismatched eyes that gave an expression of utter exhaustion

“Not anymore,” they said, looking down at the blood around the burnt ground they left. “I’ve been changed irreparably,” they wrapped their arms around themselves subconsciously as they spoke

“What was two days for you has been years for me.  I don’t think I can be “Siffrin” anymore. I’m sor-“

“Can I hug you” Isabeau blurted, catching “Siffrin” off guard.

“I-“ their eyes softened and they hesitantly opened their arms

Isa ran forward, over the burnt grass, and pulled his friend into a big bear hug.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You can explain everything when everyone is here. Right now, I’m just happy that some part of Siffrin is alive,” 

“Siffrin” cautiously placed their arms around Isabeau, beginning to cry as well as they responded.

“I thought I’d never see you again,”

“Me too,” Isa responded with a small laugh. 

They would find the others and get explanations soon, but for now they were together and they were alive, and that was enough. 

[iloveyanderes]

Based off a fic on Wattpad called everyone loves chuuya by krysing, you should go read it it's a complete 10/10.

The pull was very close, I'll try my absolute hardest to get done with part two, I promise you, anyway here is the fic:

Part one:

People were acting weird today, it's the first thing you noticed, by weird you mean everyone staring at you.

First it was your commanding officer, then your coworkers, and now people on the street's.

Getting some food your astonished when the waiter tells you it's free, did you do something in your last mission that was recorded and sent to the public?

Suddenly your phone rang, not your normal phone but your work phone, must be important.

Answering it you immediately say the basics of when your boss calls you, this serious tone you've managed to prefect ultimately failed you when you heard the news.

"name, your getting promoted to the hunting dogs" spitting out the coffee you had, you look around to discovering everyone yet again staring at you, though they had been doing that for at least 30 minutes.

Turning back to your phone you whisper into it, "please elaborate"

"today the commander himself decided that you were worthy enough to join the hunting dogs, all of the members agreed with this" your coworkers said.

In that moment the excitement you felt was nothing short of pure ecstasy, you had to stop yourself from screaming on the top of your lungs.

Slapping money on the table despite the fact that you were told it was free you rush back to headquarters and celebrate.

You run back, soon becoming aware of the person following you, keeping your smile to play dumb you wait for the attack.

In the distance mark twain had eyes one you, holding a tranquilizer gun he was preparing to shoot.

Counting down you wait for the shoot.

Three...

Get closer to a moveable metal

Two...

Don't see any.

One...

Stop sign!

Grabbing a stop sign you deflect the gun shot onto the ground, wait is that a tranquilizer? Hm he's not going for the kill.

Another dart came down and you just barely dodged it, they tip piercing your shoulder.

You need cover, and you need it right now.

Blocking one final bullet you duck into a subway and immediately exit mark twains view.

As you were making your grand escape mark was sighing over the fact that his boss was gonna get pissed over the fact he let you get away.

"why does he want this person again?.." he mumbled out loud, ow well he forgot, it's not like he doesn't share the feelings of his boss.

Once you were deep enough in the train station you finally allowed yourself to get a moment of calm.

You very briefly got a look at that guy since he was above you and shooting at you but you recognized him as some guy working for the guild in america.

What does the guild want with you?

Well you should get back to headquarters as fast as possible and report thi-

"hey guys!?! I'm lost!!!!" Yelled a voice, you looked up to some guy waving his hands up and down like a maniac.

'should I help him?' you thought, preparing to leave you were stopped when he made eye contact, he had short black hair and green eyes, wearing a hat and some weird detective gear.

"you!" He suddenly pointed at you, "you must come with me!" What???

What is he talking about, you didn't have a moment to register what was going on because he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

This guy had no idea where he was going because he pulled you to random places before finally getting to his destination.

'is this the armed detective agency? I've never been here before'

Your wrist began to hurt the moment he dragged you into the agency.

Wait a moment!? If this is a detective agency you could probably take shelter here!

The moment you and this random dude step In everyone is immediately on you.

"are you really name!"

"can I have your autograph!"

"your hair is amazing!!!"

"commit double suicide with me!"

"shut up dazai!" Screamed everyone on the room.

It was a bit more silent after that, you decided to speak up then.

"um.. who are you guys?.." simultaneously they all stopped to stare at you.

"I'm kenji" said a small blond.

"Atsushi!"

"I'm kunikida"

They all took turns introducing themselves until it got to the person who had dragged you here.

"I'm ranpo"

Ranpo...

"well it's really nice to meet you all, I remember your an agency right?"

"yeah!"

"do you mind if I stay with you guys for a bit? before I came here I think someone from the guild was hunting me down"

"you can stay forever" atsushi said before covering ranpo covered his mouth.

"what he means is that you can stay as long as you like" ranpo exclaimed, almost strangling atsushi,

you found this a bit odd, "well thank you!"

{time skip because I don't have the will to write this scene anymore}

the armed detective agency offered to let you stay in one of their rooms, but you declined because you didn't want to bother them, a bit of arguing had commenced before yasano finally let you sleep in the medic center, the bed was not the greatest but you've slept on far worse things before.

normally it be easy for you to sleep but fate had different plans today, around 1 am you heard sounds coming from another room, placing a knife in a secret pocket in your skirt you investigate.

the main room where everyone chilaxed was where the sound came from, rubbing your ears a bit the sound was coming from one of the couches.

the left one, where you saw dazai earlier, placing your ears against it, the sound of ticking became apparent.

oh shit.

three seconds was all you had before the bomb exploded, it was large enough that it damaged you seriously, hitting you left leg and upper body, your arms made it out okay, probably just some first degree burns.

the stinging pain was then accompanied the windows shattering, not because of the explosion but people breaking in.

'wait the port mafia is also following me!' oh crap, this is bad, you could fight that twain guy earlier because you were in tip top shape but now your legs are in agony and you have some serious burns.

one of the people who broke in was a small ginger with a fancy hat, he took one look at you, got angry and then yelled at the weird looking dude beside him.

"kajii! what did I say about hurting her, you said everything would be fine and look at her now!"

"how was I supposed to know that she'd go near my bombs!"

"make ones that don't have noises beforehand!"

wow, you are not prepared to deal with this bullshit, while those two idiots were arguing you prepared to run outside and warn the others.

only to be stopped by some edgy looking guy, "out of my way" you commanded, keeping your voice as strong as possible despite the disgusting pain.

"I can't let you leave" his voice was more firm then yours,more determined, hah! you'll show him determined.

now you have two options run or fight, you may be still able to fight but this guy is obviously an ability user, you'll have to be careful.

eventually you opt to run, bolting down the hallway ignoring the sting coming from your legs,to add onto the pain the knife you had placed on your thigh pocket fell out of it slightly and pierced your leg.

before you could yelp, weird black almost cloak like things grabbed your waist, arms, and legs pulling you backwards.

before you made it to the edgy guy dazai appeared out of nowhere and touched him, within a instant the weird black things vanished, and you bolted once again.

what the actual heck was going on!?

you couldn't think anymore only run, the port mafia was too busy fighting the armed detective agency to notice that you fled, you felt very bad about leaving the ada alone but something told you that they'll be okay.

though you might not be okay, you were slowing down, your vision going a black, and to add to all of it rain started to poor making you shiver.

when you reached a back alleyway your legs finally collapsed on you, the last thing you saw before you passed out was two boys.

one was a blond with an even weirder hat then the one you saw earlier with the ginger.

and the other....were those tentacles?

just as your sense's started to go to black you heard the blonde says something.

"woah is that the target! earlier mark was complaining about how hard she was to catch, she looks beat up, the boss is gonna be mad"

I knew I wasn't lucky enough to get a promotion and then nothing bad happen to me.

[kaleldobrev]

Supernatural: Purgatory (1)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Once getting to Purgatory, Cas teleports away leaving you and Dean to fend for yourselves. Meanwhile back on Earth, Sam breaks the news to your parents that he’s not entirely sure if you’re okay or not.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Cursing (10x), Some Fluff, Angst

Authors Note: This is part one or episode one of my Supernatural: Purgatory Series! This first part may be a little bit of a slower start, but it’ll get more exciting as parts go on. I just need this first part or so just to set things up for the series | Flashbacks are in italics | If you want to be tagged in this series, message or comment! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Previously on Supernatural…

You, Cas, and Dean had found yourselves in the middle of an endless forest that had a gloomy overcast to it. It was a place that you didn’t recognize, but the feeling that overtook your body wasn’t a good one – it felt negative, depressing, fearful. You and Dean were lying on the ground on your backs only a few feet away from each other, while Cas was standing in front of both of you looking around at your current surroundings. His facial expressions wouldn’t normally worry you, but in this moment they did as his face was a mixture of pure concern and fear. You looked at Dean, the two of you sharing a similar expression of slight confusion, but with a hint of worry.

When you were lying on the ground, you didn’t realize how much your body had actually ached until you started to get up. You felt so battered and bruised, like you had just been through a tornado. Being the first one to get up from the ground you offered Dean your hand to help him up, which he graciously accepted. “Thanks Sweetheart,” he said, taking your hand and offering a slight smile.

“Any ideas where we could be guys?” You asked, the two of you started looking around.

“I have no clue.” Dean responded. “Cas? Any ideas?” You and Dean looked at Cas, waiting for some kind of answer before you two looked at each other. “Cas?” Dean repeated. He was quiet, more quiet than normal – which was not a good sign.

Cas finally turned and looked at the both of you, a kind of knowing expression on his face. “You two don’t know?” The way Cas spoke was if it should be obvious to where the three of you should be.

“No Cas, that’s why we’re asking.” You said. “Should we?”

“The last thing I remember, the three of us ganked Dick, and then we ended up here in some dark forest place.” Dean looked around again, trying to see if there would be anything that would remotely make this place recognizable to him or you; but there was seemingly nothing. It was just forest, dark forest.

“And where would he go after death?” Cas asked, already knowing the answer.

Cas’ response started to make things click into place for you. You grabbed Dean’s arm, your response made him look at you, the concern returning to his face. “Purgatory.” You mumbled.

“Purgatory?” Dean asked looking at you. He turned to Cas now, your hand still on his arm. “As in Purgatory, Purgatory?” His mind was trying to process this new information, trying to figure out how it was possible that the three of us could even end up here.

“Every soul here is a monster.” Cas began. The sounds of rustling came from the trees that were surrounding the three of you. “This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity.”

“Okay. But…How do we get out? We’re not…monsters Cas. We shouldn’t, we shouldn’t even be here.” You felt your heart slightly start to race, as panic started to set in. “I mean, there has to be a way out right? Those dicks got Eve out.”

“But that was with a very specific spell.” Cas responded, his face looking sorrowful. “I’m afraid that we’re most likely going to be ripped to shreds before we find a way out of here. Well, if there actually is a way out of here.”

The sounds of multiple growls came from the surrounding forest where there was once the rustling sound. You turned to look behind you, seeing two sets of red glowing eyes. “Dean…Cas…” The two of them turned in the direction you were looking, Dean’s and yours eyes slowly growing wide.

“Cas, I think we better –” Dean started to say, as the two of you turned back in the direction of Cas. When the two of you turned, he was no longer there. “Cas?”

Now – Purgatory

“Did he just…leave us?” You asked Dean, almost asking in disbelief.

“I, I think he did.” Dean responded, sounding in disbelief himself. “But uh…” The sounds of growling started to grow louder and louder. “We should move.”

You nodded. “Good idea.” And then the two of you started to run.

You and Dean ran as fast and as far as you could, neither of you stopping for what seemed like miles. The sounds of claws chasing after you, with the faint sound of growling and snarling close behind. When the two of you had finally stopped, you were out of breath, and felt like you were on the urge of collapsing. Neither you or Dean were out of shape by any means, but this was probably one of the first times either of you had to run a long distance like that before. “You…o….kay….” You said between breaths, your hands on your thighs, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m…fucking…awesome…” Dean responded, his breath sounding nearly as heavy as yours. “Fuck.” His hands went straight for his own thighs too, his chest had felt like it was on fire, much like yours was currently feeling.

When you turned around, you could see the two creatures that were coming after you with the red glowing eyes. “Oh…come…the…fuck on.” You looked at Dean, the taste of blood had entered your mouth, the same taste that you would get when you had just run a long distance.

“They back? Fuck, they’re quick.” Dean slightly yelled. “Come on.”

The two of you went to running again, not running nearly as fast as you had been, but close. The fire sensation had started to become stronger the longer you ran, and there was a part of you that no longer wanted to run anymore. You had felt like your legs were on fire, burning. Although your legs and chest were feeling like they were on fire and no longer capable of running, your brain was one of the only parts of your body that kept telling you to high tail it out of there if you didn’t want to die.

“Hey, looks like there’s a cave up ahead.” You yelled, pointing to an opening that was about 100 yards away. “Think that might be safe?” You turned to Dean as the two of you started to slow up just a bit, not wanting to pass the cave in front of you. You could tell that his body was starting to feel similarly to yours, his breathing – just like yours, had started to get heavier and heavier.

“Worth a shot.” He yelled back.

Now – Not Purgatory

“Did you guys stop it? Did you kill Dick?” Your mother asked Sam from the other end of the line. “How’s Y/N? I tried calling her but I couldn’t get a hold of her.” It wasn’t unlike you to not answer your mother when she called. She was used to not hearing you for days, sometimes weeks at a time while you, Sam, and Dean were on a case. But even when you couldn’t call her back, you would always send her some kind of text saying that you were fine and would call her as soon as you could.

“Yeah. Dean, Cas, and Y/N they…they killed Dick. Everything should be over now.” Sam replied. He held his phone on his hands, his leg slightly shaking as he was sitting down in the impala that had been a little damaged from when Meg hit the sign.

“Is Y/N okay? Dean, Cas?” Your mother was a little worried, more worried than usual. She was used to being worried, she always worried about you even before you started hunting with Sam and Dean; she was your mother after all. When you had become a hunter, the worry she had for you grew, but it started to lessen – not by much, but it did once you had decided to start hunting with Sam and Dean. Although she knew that you were a very capable hunter and had hunted for years before meeting up with the boys, she felt a little relieved once you had decided to team up with them, knowing that you would at least have some kind of backup now.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” Sam hated to say it, but it was true, he wasn’t completely sure if you, Cas or his brother were okay. From what Crowley said, it seemed like the three of you were in Purgatory, but he wasn’t completely sure. For all he knew, Crowley was lying, and the three of you could be dead.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Your mom was angry now, and she could feel her heart sinking in her chest. “I trusted you boys with my fucking daughter and you’re telling me you don’t even know if she’s okay?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N –” Sam began to say, but his words were overshadowed by your mothers anger filled words.

“Samuel Winchester, you better do something to find my fucking daughter or I swear I’m going to come find you and drag you by your ears until you find her.” Your mother took a deep breath. “Capiche?”

“Capiche.” Sam replied, before your mother hung up the phone.

A Few Hours Later – Purgatory

Although you and Dean had been sitting in the cave for a while, you two were still having a slightly hard time catching your breath. Even though the two of you were used to running long distances, as running came with the job; running for that long and for that distance was something that neither of you were used to. You looked over at Dean, his chest going up and down rapidly like yours. “At least we don’t have any guests in here with us.” You said, gently grabbing his hand.

He squeezed your hand and nodded. “Don’t know for how long though.” His voice still sounded breathy like yours, but seemed like he was starting to catch his breath and calm down just a bit like you had been starting to. “Looks like nothing was ever here. Well,” he picked up what looked like a femur bone, “at least not for a long time anyway.” He threw the bone onto the other end of the cave before looking at you again. “Everything’s gonna be fine.” He tried reassuring you, but even he wasn’t sure he believed it. You wanted to believe him, you really did, but you knew that deep down that the two of you were fucked.

“We’re fucked Dean. You can say it.” You were blunt, your comment almost sounding cynical in nature. “I don’t think there’s a way out of here.” You hated to be like this; because it wasn’t normally like you to be this negative. Yes, there were times when you were the negative one of the group, but most of the time, you were always the one that tried to find a positive to every situation.

Dean seemed taken aback a bit by your comment, not used to you being this negative, but he understood where it was coming from; there was a part of him that knew deep down that the two of you were fucked. The only reason he was trying to make light of the situation or at least try and find some kind of positive was to try and make you feel better: because that was his job; to make you feel better, to feel safe. It was something that he had promised your parents when you had first joined him and Sam.

“She’ll be safe with us, with me. I promise.” Dean told your mother. Your mother looked over at you as you were placing your duffel bag in the trunk of Baby. You were standing next to Sam, and the two of you were laughing, smiling.

“I know she doesn’t want me or her father to know much about this life, about what she or you guys do in order to protect us but…that doesn’t mean I don’t constantly worry about her. I’m her mother, that’s my job.” Your mother looked at Dean, placing a hand on his upper arm. “Please keep her safe.”

“I promise to keep her safe, even if that’s the last thing I ever do.” Dean said, meaning every single word.

When he had made that promise to your mom to keep you safe, it wasn’t just a promise to her, or your father, it was also a promise to you and him. He didn’t realize it at the time, because the feelings that he had for you were very platonic, but eventually over the course of hunting together, being in close quarters with you 24/7, you eventually became someone very special to him; someone that he couldn’t stand the thought of losing, someone he couldn’t stand the thought of no longer being in his life, someone that he would end up falling in love with slowly until one day it just punched him in the face.

“Alright. We’re fucked.” Dean said, almost sounding like he was giving up.

“See? That wasn’t so hard to say.” You smirked, but not an amused one. This situation that you were in was far from amusing in the slightest. “You know what’s weird?”

“What’s that Sweetheart?” He asked.

“I’m not even remotely sleepy.” You leaned your head on Dean’s shoulder, who responded by pulling you close to him, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“You know, I’m not tired either.” He responded, kissing the top of your head before resting his head on top of yours gently.

“Want to know something crazy?” You let out a small chuckle.

“Always.”

“I want to know how sex would work in Purgatory. Like, I think voyeurism would most definitely be a concern. But, it’s also got me thinking about fear kinks too.” You had no idea why your mind had come up with these scenarios or situations, because sex was something – at this point in time – pretty far on the backburner. Yes, you loved having sex with Dean, and the two of you loved being intimate together, but having sex in Purgatory was something that you knew probably was not going to happen.

Dean looked at you, raising a brow. “Huh.” Was Dean’s only response. Before you had brought it up, it was something that he actually didn’t think about, which was surprising for him; because whenever there was even a few minutes alone together, you, him, or both of you would initiate some kind of intimate interaction, since it was hard for you two to do things with Sam being in the room. Well, it wasn’t like you hadn’t, you have when he went to sleep, but it was something that neither of you necessarily had wanted to do because the two of you loved the sounds you made; Dean especially loved the sounds you made specifically. “Voyeurism and fear kinks? Sounds like a party to me.” He half joked.

Your Parents House

“I’m worried about Y/N.” Your mother said, pacing back and forth in the living room in front of your father who was sitting on the couch.

“I know. But there’s really nothing we can do.” Your father replied. “We’re not hunters.”

Your mom looked at your father, her face was no longer filled with worry, but something more serious. “Just because we aren’t hunters doesn’t mean we can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“What did Sam say on the phone?” Your dad asked, getting up from his spot on the couch.

“He really didn’t say anything. He just said that Dick Roman was dead and he wasn’t sure if Y/N, Dean, or Cas were okay.” She wished Sam had given her more information then what he had given her. She understood why he couldn’t – partially because he didn’t know anything, and partially because he had made a promise to Y/N that he wouldn’t give her parents any kind of information that would incriminate them; meaning, making them targets for supernatural beings that could use them to get to her, and the boys.

Your dad thought for a moment, trying to remember any kind of information that you may have told him or may have overheard when you would talk to your mother, but everything was coming up blank for him. “I wish she shared more.” Before you had went into the life, you had always been a sharer, sometimes to the point where you actually overshared to people that you didn’t even know. But once you joined the life, you had started to become more closed off, because your trust in people had started to dwindle. The more time you spent in this life, the more you had lost. You felt like there was no point in sharing intimate details with people that were just going to end up dead a few months after you met them.

Purgatory

You wished you knew what time it was, but there was no way of telling here. No matter what, the sky above you was a never changing gloomy overcast. That was one of the things that you had missed, and you never really realized it until you and Dean had gotten here: you had missed the way the sky changed. You missed the mixture of the purple, orange, and pink hues whenever the sun was setting or rising. You missed the way the clouds would move throughout during the course of the day. You missed being able to look up at the sky and see millions upon millions of stars at night. Even though you missed all of these changes, changes that you took for granted during your time on Earth, two things that you seemed to miss most of all was the sun and the moon. You missed the warmth of the sun radiating on your skin, and you missed the look of the moonlight when it hit the water at night. It was simple things you missed.

“I never realized how much I’d miss the warmth of the sun.” You sighed, as you started to whittle one of the ends of a very large stick you and Dean had found directly outside of the cave. The two of you ventured out just a few feet outside of the cave because Dean had spotted two very large sticks that could possibly be used as some sort of weapon as a means of protecting yourselves – at least for now; because besides that, you had two switchblades and two hunting knives between the two of you, and you both knew that it wasn’t going to be enough, despite both of your Jet Li level fighting skills.

Dean looked up at you, doing some whittling himself and nodded; some pieces of wood flinging from his stick and knife. “I miss pie.” You smiled. “Bacon cheeseburgers, my Baby.” He blew on the end before looking at you again. “At least I got one of my babies with me.” He smirked.

“I hope you’re talking about me and not the hunting knife in your hand.” You teased, blowing on the end that you had just whittled. Dean simply just winked at your comment. His wink caused you to roll your eyes jokingly.

“So, between us we have two switchblades, two hunting knives, and two very pointy sticks.” Dean stood up, placing his switchblade into one of his pockets along with his hunting knife. “Awesome.”

“I know it’s not ideal, but at least we have something.” You stood up, the large stick in your hand as you looked at Dean. “The hardest part is –”

“Besides running for your lives?” Dean interrupted.

“Besides that – what we have can’t kill every monster that we may come up against.” Even though the two of you had hunting knives, switchblades, two very pointy sticks, and the two of you were able to fight, you knew that not everything here was going to be easily killable or be able to be killed with the items in your possession. “I’m sorry, I just…” You trailed off, really unsure of what you were going to say.

“Hey.” Dean placed a hand on your shoulder. “We got this alright? If not, we go down swiggin’. On our terms.” For the first time since being here, you actually had a strange sense of ease.

“I love you.” You gently smiled, and he smiled back.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” He cupped your face and leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You were the one that deepened the kiss, not realizing it at first as you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck. For a split second, both of you had forgotten where you were, as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. A sudden snapping of a twig was heard between the two of you. Breaking the kiss, but still having your arms wrapped around each other you looked at the entrance of the cave.

“Dean…” You removed your arms from his neck, him doing the same with your waist. You went into your jacket and pulled out your hunting knife. Out of your peripheral you saw Dean doing the same, both of you entering a fighting stance. As the two of you looked at the entrance not moving a muscle, a low growl was heard between you two which started to get louder and louder with each passing second. “Looks like we have company.” You whispered. A pair of red eyes suddenly appeared.

“You ready?” He whispered.

“Ready.” You responded back.

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