#i dont want anything anymore. i dont care. most of the things i used to be passionate abt or care about i... . i dont even fucking manage

[robotpussy]

hm I know this seems like I'm just whining to whine and I understand that living with your parents throughout your childhood is the norm but I'm actually so tired of people asking "where are your parents/do you live with your parents/did you come with your parents?" when I meet people like if we are at a event where ppls families are in attendance why can't you just ask if anybody came with me instead of asking about my parents like not everybody has parents or lives with them etc I know it's just a little thing and I'm coming across as bitter and annoyed but I genuinely am, and then it gets even more annoying because then when you tell people you didn't come with your parents they want to know why and in my case I hate having to explain that I was in foster care because explaining something like that isn't something that can be summed up in a sentence like OMFG and it's so fucking annoying to me like just ask if I came with anybody instead of just assuming I came with my parents 😭😭😭

[nakeurnes]

oououuuowowaah story of undettale

[oscill4te]

everything always peaks me. then im on the other side, see so much hostility, just as bad as what peaked me, and its like nvm. damn. oscillation at its finest.....

[skeletalheartattack]

i was able to get twilight princess wii version working on the dolphin emulator. it was a little tricky though. certain actions like catching fish required me to map a specific button to do the wiimote wiggles the game wanted. also there were graphical issues that i had to download a mod or something to fix. but. other than that i was able to play it! so theres an option for ya

sadly the issue i always run into isn't gameplay-related, it's usually performance related, since my laptop is roughly from 2007 or so. most games i try to emulate that are within the range of gamecube-ps2 era (and anything beyond) usually run below double digit frames.

[magnoliamyrrh]

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[rucksackmentality]

List of the truths shared in Nana Morri's Honesty trial (C3E79):

Imogen: I am genuinely scared to meet my mom again.

Laudna: Deep down inside, both Delilah and I want the shard...Fearne should have it, but I don't know anymore what's my opinion or desires or feelings, or hers.

Imogen: I love Laudna deeply but I'm disgusted at the thought of Delilah looking at us all the time.

Orym: I'm super lonely all the time, especially at night. It doesn’t matter if I'm bunking with one of you guys.

FCG: Sometimes I pity some of you because you have beating hearts and opportunities and you don’t do enough with them...Chetney, you have so much love to give and it doesn't seem like you're interested in anything other than wood! There's people out there who you could love and experiences you could share with someone else, but all you care about is wood!

Orym: I've always kind of laughed it off but I guess I do kind of wonder if Chetney is my dad.

Ashton: I am the reason that the Jiana Hexum robbery went fucking wrong, and the reason why I got thrown out of a fucking window.

Fearne: I feel like we’re very ill-equipped for this job and we're going to fail at saving the world. (Laudna: Honestly that's probably true, I'm right there with you.)

Chetney: While wood may be the superior material to metal, I do fear that, with the dwindling interest in it, that children will find my toys - and thereby myself - obsolete every year I grow older.

FCG: I think it's something buried deep down in my circuitry, but every time I hurt or kill something - it feels really good. It makes me sort of relax a little bit and some of my stress goes away.

Imogen: I know we're supposed to save the gods, but I've tried talking to them my whole life and none of them would ever respond. I think I'm tainted. I dont know if I want to save gods that don't love me.

Laudna: You know we could rip-cord out of [saving the world] at any moment...right? And sometimes I fantasize about it all the time.

Fearne: I sometimes do stuff to you guys while you're sleeping - not weird stuff, I just like to look at you closely...and maybe like, twiddle your hair or braid it. Nothing bad!

Ashton: Whenever it starts to get quiet, I start worrying that one of us - most of us - are going to end up killing another one of us accidentally...I have panicked thinking about when one you kills another one of us.

Orym: I have all the faith in the world in you guys...and I have also spent time thinking of how to neutralize each of you.

FCG: I kinda worry that I put all my eggs in the Changebringer basket and she might betray us all. I had a really weird conversation with her and I think she's just out for herself and she might not really care about me - but what if she does? And I'm saying horrible things?

Imogen: Fearne, I was really disappointed in you for running away from your power. You should take the shard!

Orym: I really miss Dorian, and sometimes I think that's okay, and sometimes I think it isn't.

Ashton: I feel fucking worse that I just fucked up Fearne's life way more than mine and I should've died instead of that happening.

Chetney: I grew up in the Bramblewood outside of Westruun, and when I was a kid, I came back from learning how to make toys and found that my whole family had left. All they left behind were toys. They ran when Errevon the Rimelord was running across the plains, and so I'm kind of afraid of dragons. And I had five siblings - Alabaster, Pepper, Sugarplum, Hermey, and Chad - and I was so mad that they left I never looked for any of them, and now I'm pretty sure they're dead. So I think any family I have is just gonna look for a reason to leave me. That's why I don't get attached to anybody.

[star-girl69]

Cherry Blossom

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: headcanons about you and clarisse and your new adopted kid

a/n: idk inspiration strikes randomly but enjoy

Cherry Blossom - Lana Del Rey

warnings: not proofread, probs ooc clarisse but I DONT CARE I DO WHAT I WANT, swearing, mentions of violence and weapons, idk pretty chill, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

clarisse never really felt anything towards kids

sure some of them are cute

she likes her younger siblings, bc she gets a real kick out of being able to teach someone who ACTUALLY has talent

she wants a mini army of ares kids w her skill

she would DESTROY in capture the flag

but then along comes your little sibling ivy

even clarisse admits that that’s a cute kid

and you just LOVE this little baby

she has the same hair color and skin as you and yours just like omg my baby

she comes to camp when she’s like 10

bc her mortal parent has a new family and doesn’t rly want her anymore

she never really talks about it but you know that it hurts her

and then it’s like omg this adorable little baby needs a mom EYE will be her mom

clarisse is so confused as to why you love ivy so much

but you are DETERMINED

clarisse is trying to have a nice little date with you and then you walk over with ivy on your hip

she’s about to like explode

but one day you’re helping ivy get used to holding a sword and clarisse watches you from afar and she’s like OH MY GOD bc you are teaching her WRONG

so she marches over even tho she’s supposed to be doing something

“oh my god y/n y/n please i love you so much but STOP”

“what ☹️☹️”

“you are teaching her wrong just move over again i love you but MOVE OVER”

so then she teaches ivy just like the basic stances and ivy is like GOOD

you’re both impressed

but she just has a natural talent

and then all of a sudden clarisse is like oh yeah so this is my child and i would kill for her

ivy is the most spoiled camper at camp

like she always gets little baubles and things from the hephaestus kids you ask them to make and clarisse threatens them to make

you get her the BIGGEST piece of dessert every day

clarisse is a bit more bad cop tho

she’s not afraid to tell ivy to go do 20 push ups if she does smth wrong

and you’re just like “WHY ARE YOU TORTURING THE PRECIOUS BABY????”

it’s so funny bc you and clarisse will just be like tucking ivy in every night and it’s SO jarring bc clarisse is like “ok my little warrior have sweet dreams” and kissing her forehead

all of your siblings are confused but very happy!!!! ivy deserves loving parents even if they are two teenage girls

ivy is also the most popular and influential 10 year old at camp

like everyone knows her name and everyone knows to give her what she wants

there was this one day when some older camper accidentally bumped into her and bc she’s just a baby and so tiny (☹️❤️❤️) she got KNOCKED to the ground

and you’re like “OH MY GOD MY BABY”

and clarisse is like “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” about to punch the guy and then ivy starts crying bc she skinned her knee and then clarisse is like WHAT

she throws the kid to the ground and she’s like freaking out

overprotective clarisse you can never escape her

so then you’re all like running off the infirmary and ivy is FINE like you and clarisse are just insane

and then one time another younger kid was being mean to ivy and you actually had to hold clarisse back from attacking this 12 year old

ivy definitely picks up her habits from the two of you

someone pisses her off and she will just start attacking them

clarisse is trying so hard not to be proud while you tell ivy that violence is not the answer

but then clarisse is like “OH WHO CARES Y/N THAT WAS SUCH A GREAT KICK AND AN EVEN BETTER PUNCH”

“CLARISSE NO”

the ONLY two people clarisse is affectionate with are you and ivy like ivy is always climbing her like a jungle gym bc clarisse is just so strong and can like do all these crazy things w her

clarisse will literally throw her up into the air really high and catch her

ivy fucking loves it

you have a heart attack

and now they have to do it in secret 💔

you always tuck ivy in together but let’s be real most nights ivy ends up in your bed

and clarisse is all pissed off

so she ends up sneaking into your cabin and your bed every night

like just a huge tangle of limbs and blankets and ivy snores but it’s not that loud and it’s adorable

like the ONE night clarisse didn’t sneak into your bed ivy had a nightmare and you were like oh no way

bc most nights clarisse comes in at like 11pm and you’re already asleep but you know she’s there and you wake up next to her so

but you wake up to comfort ivy and you’re like WHERE THE FUCK IS CLARISSE

and then ivy realizes CLARISSE IS NOT THERE

it’s like some super dramatic scene in a movie you wrap up ivy in a blanket and come into the area cabin and start berating clarisse

“do you just hate us? bc it is ONE THIRTY THREE in the morning and you are NOT in my bed and poor ivy had a nightmare and you WERE NOT THERE”

clarisse is like looking at you like what

half of her siblings are awake and just watching this crying child you’re holding cross her arms and shake her head disapprovingly and clarisse is not even awake yet

“baby idek what you’re saying just come lay down”

“yes but we’re talking about this in the morning”

“…okay”

of course all is forgiven the next morning after a nice sleep

there was this one night you were at the campfire and then ivy just found some random person’s dagger? and she’s like

“y/n!!! clarisse!!! look what i found!!!!”

“what do you have?”

“a knife!!!!”

“NO”

like that one meme y’all know

and then you have to chase her down

clarisse gives her a very blunt sort of dagger thing to play with and ivy is very happy

it’s so weird bc clarisse is like yk being all grumpy and mean and then ivy or you walks around and she’s like AHHHHHH MY LOVES

also when percy shows up he’s so confused

like the scene where she pushes him over you walk over with ivy and then ivy literally JUMPS from your arms to clarisse’s bc she knows she’ll catch her

and then clarisse is like “omg hi my little warrior how is your day?”

“OH MY GOD I THREW A ROCK REALLY HIGH I’M SO STRONG”

you’re like “no seriously it was like 10 feet high”

“omg baby that’s so amazing i’m so proud of you”

then everyone around you is like “oh wow ivy that’s so amazing you are so strong”

bc ivy is just an adorable baby and also bc they don’t want to incur clarisse’s wrath

she don’t PLAY about ivy’s happiness

percy is ????

then clarisse is like “oh isn’t that so funny my 10 year old baby can throw a rock higher than you probably can”

PERCY IS ??????

that’s all i got y’all

in conclusion ivy is just your perfect little angel princess

and you and ivy are the lights of clarisse’s life

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@lvrue @t-wylia @laughingcheese037 @kroumi @urdeadpoet @colezb @rey26 @harmzilla @elliewilliamsbae @amberfreemansburntface @kyuupidwrites @neverwaakeme-up @shark1008 @liballer @heyimadison @nvirskies @pnsteblnme @mar2ss @restellsss @ravisinghs-wife @marsconer @evangelinexo

[austinsastrology8991]

> Neptune IN the HOUSES < How your DELUSIONS find you RESOLUTIONS

Neptune in the First - You act so naive, and now people actually think your naive. But you hate it when people treat you this way, but your always swaying around and acting oblivious to everything around you, but ik its all a front, and people find you to be mystical and now everyone is entranced by this dance you make acting oblivious. its obvious its an act, but then the more you get to know them you realize its not and thats actually who they are, and you wonder why no one has bonked them on the head yet Neptune in the Second - you dont really value anything, you think everything comes and goes, and your just like a paper bag flowing through the wind tbh. But this quality of letting things be and go, allows you to be molded by life and that can be a useful tool for artisty, but man yall just give up easy tbh. also your voices are like ethereal - kiddd cudiiiiiieee Neptune in the Third - you guys talk like a movie character, and its never the villain but the naive protagonist who just believes in a bunch of bullshit. but everyone thinks your so amusing to lissten to and i suppose you are but sometimes you guys really are playing up this movie trope and well im done watching the same movie i want a re-cast. then next week you will re-cast yourself as a new protagonist and well everyone just loves to watch you be an idiot so keep it up Neptune in the Fourth - Your literally 'good will huntings robin Williams'. you act like you figured out emotions because you let them come and go, but when someone questions whats going on with you, you find a million reasons to explain why you behave this way, and why others do, whilst completely avoiding letting your emotions out because your way too sensitive youd rather keep it at them at a distance that way you can handle it Neptune in the Fifth - You guys are the embodiment of a amusement park. YOu perform a million different acts, and never run out of ideas on how to entertain. Very amusing to watch, but people tend to take you for granted since your always so fun to be around we just expect yalll to keep performing, and you can, but this eats you up inside. then you perform again showing us how you feel as usual, and how it feels being used, and well i guess its all good because you have a never ending source of material - yourselves

Neptune in the Sixth - IMO the real mvps of delusions. No one is as delusional as them but they dont even care because they have thought of so much bullshit and have found so much evidence for their bullshit that they now realized that what most people believe in is bullshit, so they just think everything is bullshit. They dont even give a fuck anymore because to them everything isnt real, and everything is real, they have trouble understanding reality, because they have seen things no one could ever believe exists Neptune in the Seventh - Hopelessly projecting what they want in the world just for it to never come to fruition. This is actually how they pull, so dont hate their game. but they tell people how they wish things would be, and people want to save them by showing them how the world works, or giving into their stupid delusions and pretending what they believe in is real. Kinda a lot to deal with. But they'll never admit that they act so innocent but then your basically taking care of a baby Neptune in the Eighth - They make the universe bend to their will whether it wants to or not. They will pull every magic trick they know to make sure that their delusions are not delusional anymore. And its impressive how much they believe in there imaginings that it does tend to become real, but i would warn them and whoever is around them; That their fantasies tend towards the dark. so if they want something to be real (and they gonna do everything they can to get it) they may or may not resort to black magic or some shady ass shit Neptune in the Ninth - They believe in god a lot, maybe too much to appear normal. They are the type to make up a cult and behave liek mormons and say it was the will of god. The people ive met with this are strange, and their beliefs alter quite a bit, and for some reason they always have met deities and angels. But they are so delusional in their beleifs that if you hear them out, its so far fetched youll get lost in them because your so curious how someone got so lost in their own religion you wonder if they'll ever return to the real world Neptune in the Tenth - They are openly strange. Bro dennis Rodman has this conj his midheaven and its just iconic really. These guys are the strangest most ethereal beings and everyone gets lost in their cult of personality. Always switching up their identity, they think reality is bullshit and well we are all here for it because yall do the strangest things and i just wanna watch what your gonnna do next. but im still trynna figure out how close i wanna get to you because being seen with you is a risk for my reputation, because you clearly dont give a fuck about yours Neptune in the Eleventh - How many acid shirts do you own. Its like your the public personification of 'make love not war and peace bro' and its cool everyone wants a freidn like you, but no one takes your advice seriously. Because your so lost in the make believe that you think your make believe can actually make someone make believe..... But like cmon how the fuck do you think thats going to change anything. WHen has 'peace bro' ever actually worked. do your charities or whatever but i do not see it working as much as you think it can. sorry not sorry. But i do love you. But get a haircut Neptune in the Twelvth - Your literally the type to lick your finger , put it up in the air and say 'yep it going to rain wednesday' then it actually rains wednesday. And your so cooked no one believes you (because why would you) but then it does happen and now eveyrone thinks your even more cooked because what you had cookin is a real recipe. Now everyone wants to know how you have your third eye or whatever open and now you just want to hide again lmao. Also incredible artists, i recommend you guys keep your intuitive insights to yourself because you are right a lot but why tell people when everyone is just going to question how you see signs rather than heed your advice

[planet-dusk]

Imagine

Jeongin is your roommate, actually there was nothing between you two. But when it come to him wearing glasses, its just something else. It brings the dirtiest images of this situation. you cannot let this opportunity slip anymore; youre riding jeongin, praising him, kissing and nibbing on his skin. He is not understanding anything and dont know how it even started

-🤡

🏷️ fingering, oral (f) implied, mentions of perv!jeongin

with his glasses askew, his hair mussed and purple bruises decorating his collarbones jeongin’s a living vision of debauchery.  

you’re seated in his lap and he doesn’t know where to put his hands. your skirt has ridden up so high he can almost see your lace thong. he knows you’re wearing the black one with the little bow on the front; he’d watched you fish it out of the dryer earlier and had made a mental note to pocket it later. 

somewhere between then and now you’d come home from the club and pounced. it’d happened so fast jeongin’s brain is still struggling to catch up. it doesn’t help that most of his blood is rushing south. 

“these fucking glasses,” you mutter between sharp nips at his skin. it hurts more than he’d like but he doesn’t dare to stop you. doesn’t want you to even if he should know better. he can’t ruin things. not with you. 

“you’re drunk,” he protests weakly, “we shouldn’t —”

“shut up, i’ve only had three drinks,” you push at his shoulders. your strength surprises him. it also turns him on, which isn’t helping. neither are the words you utter next: 

“yang jeongin, listen to me. i need you to fuck me. right now.” 

never in a million years did he expect to hear those words coming from you. he stares at your face, searching it for any signs of trickery. this has to be a prank. it’s either that or he’s dreaming. 

“what about jisung?” 

jeongin’s not sure why he asks. he doesn’t give a shit about jisung. 

“what about who,” you scoff and roll your eyes. jisung is the guy you’d been dating for the past couple weeks. ‘dating’ is a big word; it’d been more fucking than dating, with very little room for any conversation. it probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway. “he left with minho’s sister.”

it all makes sense to him now. you’re horny, and jisung left you high and dry. jeongin pushes the bitter taste of being used as a rebound away and tentatively puts his hands on top of your bare thighs. this might be his only chance. 

“c’mon, innie, don’t be shy,” you giggle. why do you have to be so cute even when you’re teasing him? “i know you want me.” 

he lets his gaze drift from your eyes to your mouth. fuck, you have no idea how badly he wants you. 

“the walls are thin, y’know. i can hear you moaning my name at night.”

his eyes snap back up, feline eyes now wide and rounded, his ears turning the brightest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. you giggle again and grind your hips against his. jeongin’s so hard he’s sure he’s going to explode if you keep doing that. somehow the thought of you knowing about his little crush is more enticing than embarrassing. or maybe today’s the day he discovers he’s got a thing for humiliation. he realizes he doesn’t care. not when your skin is hot underneath his palms and you’re making the neediest little noises. 

“i need your fucking hands. the amount of times i’ve fantasized about these long fingers…” 

jeongin swallows hard. you’ve thought about him too? 

he tightens his grip on your thighs and his mouth finds yours easily. the kiss is hungry and eager, more teeth and tongue than necessary as you lick into his mouth like you want to devour him. the low moan he lets out only seems to spur you on. 

encouraged by your enthusiasm jeongin pushes your sodden underwear to the side and teases your slit with two fingers. he grins when he feels how soaked you are. “all this because of some glasses?”

you’re not laughing anymore, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back when he finds your clit. “down,” you tug at his shoulders and clamber off his lap. he lets you maneuver him into position, reclining on the couch with your thighs on both sides of his head. “the answer is you, you idiot. but you can keep the glasses on.”

[decolonize-the-left]

Genocides are happening

And what did you do?

What will you tell your kids?

I talk about whiteness a lot on page, anyone who's been following me for awhile has seen my posts about it.

If you're one of them you've seen the vulnerable way white people have come forward about being assimilated in exchange for safety and privilege. About feeling empty.

How white people carry a dead weight in their stomachs about not fitting in anywhere, how they feel like they don't even fit in with other white people because there is No white culture, the only thing even close to it is White Supremacy. They have no shared values or customs. That white people try their best but its never enough because all whiteness teaches anybody at all is that they're never good enough.

It's all consumerism and individualism marked and made even more pointed by a total lack of community.

So the dead weight doubles as a pit of loneliness. And it's about being white. Something so core to your being you can't ignore it.

Have you seen those posts? Because I never forget them.

And now, given the context, do you think white people will ever find a way to belong in a diverse world by looking away when their armies commit genocide?

Do you really think you can build community by standing by and doing nothing when your neighbors scream for help?

A community is who claims you.

So if you want to start being claimed by someone other than white supremacists, I suggest you start acting like it.

Nobody on earth is buying the bullshit that the most protected and privileged citizens on earth are powerless to a handful of politicians.

How many Americans are there?

And you mean to tell me that we aren't getting anything accomplished? That even with the activists and organizers and journalists who eat/sleep/breathe Palestine and Sudan and Congo...we just aren't trying hard enough?

Cuz I think there just aren't enough people participating anymore.

I think the lot of people walking around saying they support human rights only support human rights in theory.

Not in practice.

So I need y'all to be very honest with yourselves right now.

Do you actually want to be liberated? Do you actually care about other people.

Cuz it's easy to say you do. People say things they don't mean all the time, but putting those words into action is how we know if you told the truth.

So if you don't want to be a white supremacist, if you're sick of the USA's emptiness, if you're an ally to indigenous people globally, if you consider yourself to be a "good" person on the right side of history: help us. Prove it. Show me.

Because 3 weeks ago I couldn't stop seeing posts about Palestine. Now I have to look for them.

And this is not the status quo. Dont let genocide become our collective status quo just because the racist and privileged among us are too "tired" to keep caring after 30 days.

If you want to join the global community instead of constantly feeling like an unwelcome outsider then ACT LIKE IT

I can't stress it enough.

You don't build community or "grow" or unlearn racism by turning a blind eye to genocide.

[rayroseu]

"you are just as guilty" ⚔️🥀

last cough of art before the update ahkdhkshsksh AAAAAAAAAAA i dont wanna leave Briar Valley yet 😩😩😩😩 Lilia don't gatekeep all the lore,,, dang it,,,💔💔💔💔

sometimes i really do wonder what Meleanor or Dawn's last thoughts before dying..... ESPECIALLY Dawn... Bro rarely has the chances to express his individuality, he's so tragic to be with the Silver Owls sm.. 😭who suppresses all opinions as seen with their soldier garments (all of them basically have the same motifs and design) in contrast,.. Meleanor's army has differently designed mask to highlight the unique faes they are--

I have this thought that like Silver, he cries about the sins of his nation as well... 😭I think he has regrets that he made Meleanor overblot and blames himself for it 😭 (Like how Silver was the last straw to make Malleus overblot-)

I think its a common interpretation that Dawn is heroic, but I don't think of him that way KSJSKS, not because he's not a hero, but because he's a failed one. In the story, it felt like he was "just a person". He's not perfect, he's flawed.

And, I think the existence of "failed heroes" like Dawn is really intriguing in TWST,,,, because the heroic characters here are depicted as "never failing at anything". Like how RSA characters are. They never lose at anything, but ironically the character most inspired by this school (RSA) failed at "being a good hero."

I'm interpreting he failed because he couldn't make his mission come true; peace between fae and humans, in fact he might have worsened it with the passing of Meleanor 😭😭💔💔

The most tragic thing of all his life, was probably the part where he died, not because of the faes, but of his own fellow countrymen... I imagine in this image, what did he even kill Meleanor for? He couldn't make any peace between faes and humans, he couldn't save his country, we're not even sure if he did use Meleanor's magical stone to save the Human King and if he was successful with it, so if he has failed at everything he aspired to achieve, then what else is the point to all the bloodshed he has faced and committed?

In a way, his "punishment" is similar to Rollo's, celebrated by the achievement he didn't want to commit (except its the good guy this time adskjs)

(Thats why I'm sold at the idea of Dawn just giving up fighting at his death bcs theres no way if he did actually had the motivation to fight, he'd lose against fellow humans when he fought Meleanor on solo akhdkhs... unless they reveal how he died as well next update---🙏🏻✨😳/copium)

In a way, its similar to Silver's disappointment too, that he worked all his life to make Lilia proud, to make sure that faes like his Father can be understood better, only for Lilia to leave him all alone yk... 🥹

But on the other side, I don't think he failed too much... because of his losses, Silver was brought to Lilia 🥹🥹

I feel like Lilia will relate to Dawn as well,,, He said in the story that he sympathized with Dawn because he spared tamago Malleus, but I beg to differ.

I think its actually because like Dawn, Lilia is also a knight who failed at everything he aspired to commit to (he took so long to hatch the egg and he failed to protect Meleanor and keep his promise with Levan that he'll take care of his wife and son-) so at that realization, Lilia probably sees that there's no reason to hate him, they had the same fate, so why would he hate his child as well?

He's not living anymore but I think Lilia could see that Dawn probably awaited for centuries to wake his son up from sleep,,, like how Lilia desperately waited and wished that something would hatch Malleus already 😭😭💔💔

JUST... KNIGHT OF DAWN I'LL REMEMBER YOU FOREVER SKDJSK 😭😭😭😭🫂🫂🫂

[clownrecess]

It really pisses me off how often public schools ban stim toys.

Almost everyone stims, it isnt just a neurodivergent thing. Neurotypicals and neurodivergents stim, neurodivergents just do it more and in more obvious ways.

Personally, I need to stim with something physical nearly always. Sure, I stim by rocking, flapping, etc. but most of the time I need something in my hands or my brain blocks everything out and I eventually cry because of how icky I feel. If I can't write a damn tumblr post without taking a break every 15 seconds to fiddle with a tangle or my hoodie strings while I hum noises relating to every word I've already typed just so I can write another sentence, I sure as hell can't sit and listen to an hour of information on something I don't even care about without a stim toy/tool.

This is why I hate the fidget trend so much. Yes, it makes stim toys more available, but it also gets them banned in schools because someone who doesn't even benifit from them cant stop being distracted by them. And then suddenly, everyone "must be distracted by them".

Back when I was still in public school, I used this sensory braclet a lot (I still have it, but I care more about fashion nowadays than I did back then, and it doesnt match with anything, plus it barely helps anymore, so I dont really use it.) that was very clearly a sensory thing. It's orange with silicone prickles all over it. It wasn't a distraction. It was just something I ran my fingers over in class. Well, suddenly its being taken away and nobody will tell me why. Anyone want to guess what happened? Yeah. I had a panic attack a few minutes later (I dont expect much else from that teacher to be honest. One time she threw away my art project because I folded it wrong even though it's been known and on my file since about 1st grade that I have motor issues. And no, she didn't let me retry. I just had to sit there, made to feel terrible because I FOLDED SOMETHING WRONG!).

[heavenlyvision]

pity pairing: Johnny Cage/reader wc: 1.3k warnings: angst no comfort... sorryyyyy, no use of pronouns or yn, gender neutral reader a/n; in my feels so i'm torturing everyone else :) it's not good, maybe not even coherent but i dont care !!!!!! JOHNNY CAGE ANGST BABYYYYY

The friendship between you both has become uncomfortable. The worst part is, it’s your fault, there’s nothing inherently wrong with harbouring long-term feelings for one of your closest friends, the issue comes when you choose to stupidly admit that to them, even when you know they don’t feel the same way. The conversation was awkward and you regret it deeply, it wasn’t even planned or romantic or anything grand like in movies… it was just awkward.

You’d been having your weekly movie night at his house; he’s made a bad habit of sticking his nose in your business and that night was no different. It had been perfectly fine until he started haranguing you over when you were going to get back in the dating field and find someone who deserved you, but he was pushing it – like he so often does.

He had said, “Come on, when’s the last time you even liked someone, you need to get out there again… world is your oyster and all.”

“That’s for like… job opportunities and stuff, Johnny,” your eyes rolled at him. 

“It can be for love too… or at least dating. I mean come on… you’ve not dated anyone in like…” he had stopped to think on it, “…Holy fuck! Years! It’s been years… what’s stopping you?”

You avoided his eyes, “I don’t want to talk about this, let’s just start the movie…”

Your avoidance was only piquing his interest though, “So, there's something to talk about then! What is it? Do you like someone?”

You couldn’t help the way your demeanour shifted, giving yourself away, “This is childish, Johnny. I just want to watch the next movie.”

His hand had reached out to jab at your side, “You like someone? Do I know them? Tell me!”

He was annoying and persistent, yammering at you, trying to get you to spill your guts, it was frustrating and overwhelming and eventually with wet eyes you admitted, “Jesus Johnny! It’s you okay? I. like. you.” The next part is what you regret most, “I…love you.”

You had watched the way he pulled back from you, “Oh.” He scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, “I’m really… I’m sorry, doll… but I don’t feel the same…”

He wouldn’t look you in the eyes, and after several moments of silence, you spoke up, “I never asked you to.” You remember peeling yourself off the couch, too uncomfortable to stay, “I’m going to go… thanks for tonight...” You had gotten out of there as quickly as you could, distressed at having given away a piece of yourself you weren’t quite ready to part with.

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It’s not like you’ve not seen him since then, you go to events or parties hosted by mutual friends or by Johnny himself but he’s started looking at you a certain way, it’s frustrating you to no ends. Every time you catch each others gaze or make small talk, he watches you with an expression filled with so much pity, you just know he feels bad for you and you need him to stop because not only is it making you feel worse, it’s making you feel… angry. Like you might poke him in his two eyes just so he can’t look at you like that anymore.

Tonight is the same, he’s hosting a party and you didn’t really want to come but one of your mutual friends had insisted that you go with them. So, you showed... only to immediately regret it because as soon as Johnny looked at you, his eyes were pitying you in a way that makes you feel embarrassed. You don’t think he’s aware of how he's looking at you but the only thing he’s doing is making this harder for you. You so badly wish you could go back in time just to stop yourself from saying anything, if you had just kept quiet, he wouldn’t know and you wouldn’t both be keeping each other at arm’s length.

Ever since that night, it feels like you’re acquaintances, not good friends… before it all… you would’ve described him as one of your best friends but now he feels so distant from you, so far that he doesn’t even feel like a friend.

The way he’s looking at you from across the room has you turning and going in the opposite direction, you can’t leave – your friend is your ride – but you sure as hell can avoid the fuck out of him. Which you plan on doing, it’s not particularly hard, there are plenty of people here and they all want to talk to him, every time he starts moving towards you, you slip away and thank the lord that people love talking because he gets stopped every few steps without fail.

Later in the evening you begin to feel overwhelmed by all the people, they’re everywhere, you need a break, you need to breathe. Carefully, you sneak away and upstairs, heading for Johnny’s bedroom, he has a balcony attached to his room and you could use the night air. There is also one in the main area but people are out there smoking and talking and you just… need to be alone.

It’s quiet out here and you can finally take a deep breath and unclench, folding your arms over the railing, you rest your head down on them, letting yourself cool in the evening air. It was a bad idea coming here tonight, when you think of Johnny at the moment, all you can see is his sad eyes looking back at you. How are you going to fix this? You don't think there is anything you can do really…

The door to the balcony opens and closes behind you softly, “I thought I’d find you here,” Johnny’s voice is soft as he walks to you.

When you look to him, he’s still got that stupid look on his face, “Stop looking at me like that.”

He's confused, “Like what?”

“Like you’re pitying me, it’s making me feel…” you trail off before finishing, “It’s not helping, just stop.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to…” He goes to place a hand on your back but thinks better of it and places them both on the railing.

You’re looking away from him, out into the night, at the view, if you look at him to see that expression... you’ll either cry or become violent.

He sighs from beside you, “Listen, about what you said–”

You cut him off, you don’t want to talk about this, “–We don’t have to talk about it… forget I said anything.”

His expression is incredulous when he looks to you, “Forget that you confessed to me?”

You stay looking forward, “Yeah. Forget it.”

He implores you, “How can I just forget something like that?”

“Try really hard,” you wave a hand, attempting to remain unaffected despite how exposed you’re feeling.

He tries moving closer, silently begging for you to look at him, “I have– I have tried really hard but I can still hear your words in my head, I can still hear how you told me–”

“–I didn’t mean it.” Bracing yourself, you look him in the eyes.

He looks almost disappointed, “What?”

Keeping yourself as steely as possible, you deadpan, “I lied, I didn’t mean it, I’m taking it back.”

“You can’t just take something like that back,” his brows crease at you.

Shrugging, you ask, “Who says?”

“That’s not something you can just do, you can’t tell someone you… you love them and then take it back,” he sounds angry at you.

You answer with a sigh, “Does it matter?”

He raises his voice slightly, “Of course it matters!”

Turning your whole body to him, you say outright, lying through your teeth, “Johnny, I don’t love you.”

He shakes his head at you, “Don’t say that.”

You smile at him regretfully but say nothing.

His eyes hold a pain that they shouldn’t, “You said you love me.”

Maybe if you lie, things will be okay... “I got over it.”

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[peroxiddeprincess]

How The Call Of Duty : MWII Characters Would Act With a Bimbo Girlfriend (Fem!Reader)

Characters included — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, Phillip Graves, König

No descriptive NSFW — Just headcannons / imagines. NSFW implied for some characters.

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Bimbo definition (in case you arent aware) — an attractive but unintelligent or frivolous young woman.

✭ Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

— Oh my god, would he be absolutely infatuated with you.

— You didn’t even have to do anything but stand there and he’d have hearts in his eyes.

— Maybe it was the outfits you wore, or the makeup you caked on your face, but nonetheless, everything you did was just so appealing to him.

— He’d always compliment your outfits, and he’d always notice the little things.

“Did you get new lipstick?” “Is that skirt new?”

— He made sure to take note of the things you wore aswell. Why? So he could buy you new stuff of course.

— He likes to do your makeup sometimes. Even if it looks like shit, you’ll wear it for the rest of the day anyway to let him know your appreciation.

— Colored hair isnt his thing, but you convinced him once to get blue hair with you. No regrets. You told him it made him sexier. Simon told him you two looked alike. Johnny felt weird about the way he worded that and didn’t talk to Simon for a few days after..

— You are his Facebook banner. Facebook because he’s such a dad, and you’re his banner because he likes showing you off to the 3 friends he has added. Gaz, Rudy, and Alejandro.

— As for the.. Slow part of being a bimbo, he’d have no problems attempting to explain or break down something you didnt quite understand.

— He isn’t the kind of guy to get frustrated when you dont understand something immediately either. He’ll try his best.

— You aren’t completely dumb though. You’ve taught him many things! And one of the most important things,

You taught him to love himself.

Bonus:

“Wow, babe. I love that outfit on you.” He sneaks behind you, making you jump. “Awe — Thank you, JoJo!” You clapped your hands together, the biggest smile on your face.

“I could compliment you for hours.” He says. “Could stare for hours.”

You spit your bubblegum out in the trashcan near you. “Go ahead.” You say, making his cheeks heat up.

He goes on and on with some of the weirdest — but cutest — compliments you’ve ever heard in your life. You didn’t even realize you were going to be late to your nail appointment.

No worries, though. You continued to let him compliment you. When he finally finished his rant, you smile big again.

“I wasn’t listening to a thing you were saying.” You giggle nervously. “Gimme more!” You beg. “You gonna listen this time?” He asks, smiling. “Probably not.” You admit.

“Oh, well. Thats okay. I’ve got many, many more things to say to you, love.” He continues on and on, knowing your attention span is short, but he doesn’t mind, not one bit.

What matters to him right now is that you’re so close, and he feels secure in your touch.

✭ Simon “Ghost” Riley

— He never usually thinks much about your appearance unless he catches someone eyeing you.

— “Wear whatever you want, i can fight.” Energy.

— Hes just gotten used to how you dress and present yourself. It’s not that he doesnt care, but he doesnt mind it anymore. You used to capture his attention with every move. You still do, but not because of your appearance, but because hes taken a liking (meaning, he somewhat tolerates you.) to you.

— He isnt one to feed into your presentation. He doesnt buy you clothes, but he’ll sometimes express his attraction to a certain outfit you’ve thrown together.

— Also, he gets very frustrated when you don’t understand what he’s trying to tell you. He won’t break it down for you, and wont apologize if he makes you cry out of frustration or pure sensitivity from how mad he gets.

— He isnt a yeller, but he makes it obvious that he cant keep the conversation going. He’ll ignore you and simply walk away.

— Not to mention, he doesn’t apologize. He’s never wrong in his mind. You’re just sensitive and take his words the wrong way.

— But anyway, of course he cares about you. He has a horrible way of showing it. He wouldnt be able to “love” you properly due the narcissistic way his mind works, but even then, he still wants to protect you somewhat.

— Also, he wont go out of his way to let anyone know you two are dating, either. You’ll have to spill the beans. He’ll just nod, and most likely walk away to avoid questions.

Bonus:

“What is that?” You ask, pointing to the big gun in his hand. “..A gun? Are you stupid, or something?”

You pouted at the mean words. “I know its a gun, what kind of gun? Why is it so big?”

He doesnt say anything, choosing to ignore you as he walks away. “Simonnn.” You call. Silence. Other than the heavy footsteps from his boots.

You sit there on the couch, blinking back tears to avoid your fake lashes from falling off and your mascara running down your cheeks.

Soon enough, he’s standing in front of you, holding out a pamphlet. You’re confused. “What?” You ask, looking up at him. “It’s a book.” He says, stating the obvious. “..About guns. The big ones.” He cringes saying it, feeling like a complete loser at how he needs to speak to you for you to understand.

His awkwardness quickly fades as you enthusiastically take the book from him, flipping through the pages. He sits down next to you and watches you analyze the page you were on.

“Ooh! Tell me more about this one.” He looks at you like you’re crazy, but gives in with a heavy huff and starts pointing out parts of the gun, explaining what they do and what they’re called.

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, his deep voice thick and sultry in your ears.

“…Could you repeat that?” You ask, and his eyebrow cocks up. “What part?”

“…All of it.” You say nervously, avoiding eye contact. He sighs and gives in, repeating everything he just told you.

You weren’t focused this time either, but you felt like this was quality time, so you pretended to understand what he was saying.

You thought you had convinced him, but he knew you weren’t paying attention. He didn’t care much anymore, continuing to talk, not wanting to admit that maybe he didnt mind having you this close to him. Even if having to repeat himself alot was getting annoying.

✭ Alejandro Vargas

— He would absolutely love your style. Would eat it up every single time.

— Would show you off. Loves how you two are complete opposites. He’d brag about you to anyone willing to listen.

— When you two got the chance to be alone, he’d hold your waist and feel your body through the thin fabric.

— He was always very expressive about how much he adores the way you pamper yourself. You always giggle and tell him its just for him. He smiles.

— Once he almost broke a bone trying on a pair of your platforms. Never again.

— You also managed to get fake lashes and lipstick on him. You took so many pictures. He was very embarrassed.

— He understands that you need time to learn things. He gets frustrated of course, but we cant blame him, he’s only human.

— He tries to make you feel like the most brilliant person on earth, even if sometimes it’s a bit.. hard.

— Once you asked him, “Why do you wear so much gear?” And he replied, “Well, it’s important.” And tried to explain it to you. You couldn’t quite grasp the fact that he needed it, and kept telling him he should show off his body because he was sexy. He took the compliment ans dropped the conversation, you were too cute to argue with.

— You guys do have your arguments of course. He’s more patient than you’d think, though. He’ll give you space.

— After that, you two are all over eachother again. He loves you. Even if you don’t quite understand his job. or many things, for that matter.

Bonus:

“I tried to cook you something,” You started, “But it didn’t end very well.”

He pinched his nose at the foul smell of something burning. “I cleaned it up..” You smile awkwardly. “..For the most part.”

“For the most part?” He questions, walking into the kitchen. It became obvious what you meant. The bottom of the skillet had thick, black burnt material all over it. You tried to scrub it off but gave up. There was also some splatter on the stove.

He smiles a bit, looking back at you. “You know what?” He asks, and you hum. “I’ll clean this up.. You go do whatever else you need to do, as long as it doesnt involve household chores.” You frowned. “But.. I wanna help!”

He tried to get you to go elsewhere, but you werent budging. He sighs, accepting his fate…

He ended up letting you help. But he was standing so close you could hear his breathing, and his heart pumping, guiding you through how to properly scrub a burnt pan. You were focused on his hands the whole time.

✭ Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

— He was very open about his attraction to you and your style. Not often open to others, but open to you for sure.

— He often made jokes, which sometimes you’d end up taking too serious, and he’d have to comfort you and reassure you that he didn’t mean it.

— He knew he didn’t mean it, but sometimes, you just didn’t quite understand…

— He’s always boasting about how beautiful you look to him when he comes home to you, or when you send him a picture of yourself.

— It became habit to show him your makeup and outfit everyday, and he’d devour you completely with his eyes.

— Sometimes, if you forget, you’ll stay up until 4 a.m. perfecting your appearance just to show him.

— Usually he’s concerned you’re up so late, but your pretty face is worth it.

— Your face is his lock screen. And wallpaper.. And everything else he could put your face on…

— He gets questions about you all the time but brushes it off. Nobody needs to know about you but him, after all.

— Occasionally, if he’s feeling talkative, he’ll talk about you and sometimes even show you off.

— Alejandro overheard a phone call between you two, and was very confused when he had to repeat himself, just word his sentences differently.

— He loves you dearly and doesnt mind explaining things to you. He likes listening to you talk, and he likes your face when a light bulb moment goes off in your head. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

— Also, he’s a very attentive lover, and will make sure you’re safe and know what you’re doing. Definitely texts you every chance he gets when he knows you’re out.

Bonus:

He was driving, and Alejandro pointed out his lock screen as a notification came through.

“Who’s that?” He asks. Rudy hesitates. “..My girlfriend.”

Alejandro pretends to be stabbed in the chest. “My heart! For you have wounded me!”

Rudy chuckles nervously. Alejandro straightens up. “So.. Girlfriend, huh?” He asks. Rudy’s phone starts ringing.

Speak of the devil… He thinks. He picks up the phone, and your sweet voice comes through. “Hey babyyy!” He could tell you were smiling.

“What’s up?” He says, speaking quietly in the presence of Alejandro. “I sent you a picture of my new nails.. But i figured you were driving. Can you atleast look..?” He could tell your smile faded into a pout.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

“Yay! Thank you! I love youu.” You say, before hanging up. He pulls up your messages, looking at the picture of your nails and sighing before typing, ‘Beautiful, just like you.’

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger, aye?”

Rudy quickly slams his phone down, looking through the windsheild.

“Sí”

✭ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

— You are definitely his type. He can’t imagine himself with anyone else.

— He likes to pick you up and twirl you around, mostly because of the skirts you wear. You’ve told him it makes you feel like a ballerina.

— He definitely feeds into your perfume collection. You bring home a big bag of perfumes and body sprays and make him smell them and pick out his favorites.

— He’s also the guy to jokingly tell you to get his tip color on your nails because he saw someone else say it and thought it was the funniest thing ever, but then is surprised when you actually do it.

— It started with a, “Hey baby, like my nails?” And you gracefully wiggling your fingers in his face. Of course he says yes, but when it finally processes what exactly it’s depicting, his eyes are wide. He’s giddy.

— It’s definitely taken him time to adjust to your humor. You find some of the dumbest things funny. He doesnt quite understand, but when you laugh, he laughs aswell. You’re adorable, how could he not?

— He’s definitely very supportive of you dying your hair crazy colors. Sometimes you get bored and wanna put some pink in there! If you wear wig installs, he will buy them for you. He’s actually quite good at installing them aswell. 40 youtube tutorials later…

— If you have piercings, he’s totally into that too! He even encourages you to get new ones.

— He doesnt mind your processing speed or lack of basic knowledge either. He finds it enticing that he has to help you out. Maybe he just likes the excuse to spend more time with you.

Bonus:

You two were watching TV on the couch together, he was stuffing popcorn in his face and you were very interested in the dramatic romance going on in the film.

Suddenly, a kissing scene comes on. His first instinct is to cover your eyes, and you start laughing. “What was that for?” You ask through your giggles.

He starts to laugh with you. “Instincts kicked in. My bad, my bad. Continue on.”

He shovels the popcorn in his mouth again and you cant stop laughing at how stupid but funny the interaction was.

“What’s funny?” He asks, grin on his face as the grease from the popcorn surrounds his lips. “You. You’re funny.” He rolls his eyes at your response.

“Just continue watching those two tongue eachother and leave me be.” He says, crunching resuming. You laugh again, and he laughs with you so hard that popcorn almost came out of his nose. You shove him away when he chokes a bit, still laughing. “Ew! Stop laughing, you’re gonna barf!” He pushes you back against the couch and starts tickling your sides.

You kick at him, thrashing a bit at the sensation. Your laughter only grew. “Stop it, now i’m gonna barf!” You giggle.

“Didn’t wanna barf alone.” He says, placing a buttery kiss to your cheek. You wipe it off and wipe it on his face.

He doesnt even care, staring into your eyes with the biggest smile on his face.

✭ John Price

— Definitely an old soul. Wasn’t into the way you displayed your body, but he eased into it as he fell deep into loves trap.

— His more traditional ways slowly died down after dating you. He couldn’t help his past mindset, it’s just how he was raised.

— He’s definitely all about paying for your hair, nails, clothes, makeup, and anything else you want.

— He taught you how to cook. It was definitely tough, but he’s a decent cook and had no problem passing it down to you.

— Admittedly, however, he does get very, very frustrated with you.

— Sometimes he has to walk away to calm himself down after a particularly rough interaction. He’s talked to you about this, and you’ve gotten used to it. You don’t have many problems with it now. Just hurts your heart a bit.

— But-! He always makes sure to comfort you afterward. He’s reassuring, telling you he’s sorry and he just needed a moment. He also is sure to ask you if you’d like to continue the conversation or move on.

— Sometimes you say you’d like to continue so you could push his buttons a bit more, but only if you’re extra frustrated with him.

— He also loves when you explain stuff to him he doesn’t understand! Ramble about makeup and clothes for hours! He takes good mental notes.

— He definitely loves you. Alot. He even describes you as his soulmate to his peers. He always manages to push past the frustration, and continues loving you no matter what.

Bonus:

You were applying your lipstick, lips parted and face shoved in the mirror.

“Darlin’?” Your boyfriend says, coming up behind you and examining what you’re doing. You turn around, smile painting your face. “Ah! Hii!” You exclaim. He smiles.

“Whatcha’ doin’?” He questions, head cocking. “Just finishing up my makeup. You like?” You ask. He gives an affirming nod. “You look absolutely ravishing.” You blush at the compliment.

“What’s this do?” He asks, picking up your mascara. You beam. “Mascara! Makes my eyelashes long and full.” You bat your eyes up at him prettily.

Your reaction urkes him to press further. “Oh yeah? What’s this?” He picks up one of your favorite eyeshadow pallets.

“Eyeshadow.” Your eyes close, allowing him to examine the masterpiece that painted your eyes. “Very nice.. Whats this?” He picks up your concealer. “Concealer! Hides all my flaws.” You giggle.

He cocks his head. “Impossible.” “Hm?” He smiles. “You have no flaws. Nothing to cover.” You blush, looking away nervously before looking back up to him with a heartfelt smile. “I love you.” You muse. “I love you more.”

This quickly turned into a battle of who loves eachother more, but he ended up letting you win just to see you get really happy.

✭ Phillip Graves

— Is absolutely obsessed with you and the way you look. Always has something to say about it.

— This man can never shut up about you!! You’re too perfect. Unfortunately for the other fellas’, you’re all his, and he makes that point very clear.

— You once mentioned matching tattoos and he was beaming with excitement. Absolutely ecstatic. He said yes about a hundred times.

— He helps you with everything. Money? Clothes? Food? Makeup? Bills? All the above, baby.

— You’re so special to him. He feels like his job is to talke care of all of your needs and wants, no matter how outrageous. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger. No job for you! Live in your lush lavish provided by your dear boyfriend.

— Once you had him take a look at the Adam & Eve website, and he bought you everything you clicked on to look at, whether it was lingerie or a toy.

— Definitely one of the most surprising packages to show up on your doorstep. Did you put all of the lingerie on and take a mini photo shoot for him? Oh, without a doubt.

— He does tend to get frustrated with you sometimes, though. Your relationship is 99% happy stars and rainbows and kittens, but the remaining 1% is how crazy you drive him sometimes.

— You don’t get something? Okay, he’ll send you an article about it. Don’t wanna read all that? He’ll break it down. Don’t understand how to do something? No more questions asked, he’s already doing it for you.

— There have been a few times where he’s let a few dull insults slip past his lips during arguments, telling you he does everything because you can’t. Later though, he realizes that was definitely wrong to say and it’s his fault for doing everything for you. You’re just his spoiled princess.

— That’s how he wants it to be, though. You’ll be his pampered little lover for the rest of eternity. Whether you like it or not. He’s never letting you go.

Bonus:

You’re lugging a box full of new shoes and accessories into your house, when all of a sudden your boyfriend comes from behind you and lifts it without a struggle.

“Oh, thank you!” You bat your pretty eyes at him as he sets the box down. “Of course, pretty.” He walks over to you, engulfing you in a hug.

“You’re gonna mess up my makeupppp!” You protest. “Awe, i’m sorry baby.” He pulls away, giving a fake pout.

You hesitate. “..W-wait. Come back.” You say. “And why should i?” He interrogates. “Because you love me.”

He smiles, and you reciprocate. “Can’t argue with that, can i?” His arms make their way around your waist again. “What about your makeup, hmm? Wouldnt wanna mess all your hard work up.” He teases, hands resting on your hips.

“I’ll just fix it later. Hug me. Please?” You beg, and of course, he gives in. He squeezes you tight. “Don’t bother. I’ll just end up ruining it later too.” He says, and your eyes blow wide.

“Phillip Graves! Not until marriage!” You joke, laughing and pushing him away. He laughs aswell. “I mean, i can already consider you as my wife. Been together forever, and you aren’t going anywhere.” He promises. Your cheeks heat up. “..Yeah?” “Yeah, princess. Mine.”

He starts to place little teasing kisses on your neck, and you giggle.

✭ König

— You make him so nervous. Your appearance just adds to it.

— Truly believes he doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful as you. You’re also complete opposites. You’re very outgoing where he tends to be timid and shy.

— Very bad self esteem, but believes everyone seeing him with such a babe will make people think higher of him.

— Of course this isn’t the only reason he’s with you!! He really, really likes you. And he hopes you feel the same way, he’s quite the overthinker.

— You’re entire world may revolve around your appearance for the most part, but you’re very good at comforting him. He greatly appreciates it.

— When you two are alone, he eases up and starts to become quite the chatterbox. Complimenting you, holding you in his arms while chatting up a storm, telling you anything and everything on his mind.

— He expresses that you’re perfect in his eyes. He loves you, which also means he absolutely adores everything about you. If you’re insecure, he throws in more compliments on the specific thing you’re insecure about.

“You’re beautiful. All of you.” “I love the way your body looks in that outfit.. Frames your perfect figure so well.”

— Random thing he likes - he loves giving you piggyback rides. Seeing the world from is point of view is so flabbergasting to you, no matter what! You always point out how tall he is. Makes him blush everytime.

— He’s never gotten frustrated with you. He understands how it feels to be bullied for being slow or “stupid”. He’s sure to reassure you that you’re none of those things, and everyone learns stuff differently!

— He’s very excited everytime you ask him to help you. He’ll do whatever he can to the best of his ability! Always assures you that you can count on him.

— He loves everything about you. I’ve said this before, but he truly does. Everything. You’re perfect.

— Eventually the insecurities fade, and he opens up. He’s so happy around you. He loves you so, so much. He still refuses to believe you’re his.

Bonus:

It finally snowed! You were super excited. You threw on one of your boyfriends way too big sweaters and some thermal tights with a pretty little skirt and some boots and made your way outside.

König follows behind once he realizes where you’ve gone. He’s worried you might get cold, but you’re quick to tell him you feel fine!

You throw a snowball at him, and he picks you up, twirling you around. “Oh no you don’t.” He says, holding you close. You giggle and squirm. “Nooo! Let me throw snowballs at you!!” You smile.

“How about instead of being violent with me, we build a snowman together?” He suggests, and you nod enthusiastically. You both begin to build the snowman, and he runs inside to grab a carrot for the nose and some chocolate for the buttons and eyes. (He couldn’t find coal.)

You both quickly decorate your snowman, and then you lean against him in content. “I may not be the smartest sometimes, but i can build a damn good snowman.”

“Hey! You’re smart. Intelligent, even.” He argues, making you laugh. “Thank you, baby.” You beam. His face flushes deeper than it already was.

“I love you so much.” He instantly curls in on himself after saying that, but quickly looking down at you as you reciprocate. “I love you more.” He picks you up and carries you inside, hugging you for “extra warmth”

C.C. - peroxiddeprincess 2022. NO REPOSTS. reblogs appreciated!

[itsss4t4n]

Hi!! Could I get some harry hook x male!reader where reader is the eldest child of Anna and Kristoff please? Also maybe reader looks just like his mum but acts like his dad? Thanks and sorry if it's too specific fjdjdjvjs

Always - Harry Hook x male!reader

a/n: I honestly think that reader personaliy is more like anna han kristoff. somehow i really struggled wih that. i lowkey hate this but i still hope you enjoy his <3

warnings: no use of y/n, making out, small fight/angst, ew emotions, I love some good drama, i hate this tbh, not proofread

When Mal decided to open the barrier forever, it was cerainly an adjusment for everyone.

The Vks that came over to auradon were enrolled into auradon prep and all assigned an auradon student to help them settle in and answer any questions they might have.

You weren't the biggest fan of that arrangementt. Not because you didnt like or trust the vks, you were actually quite close with all of the cour four. You just werent a big people person. So having to share your dorm with someone you dont know and most likely having them at your side 24/7? Not ideal for you.

Especially when you heard who you were going to be paired with. 

But Mal had basically begged you to help. 

"Please. I know you dont like this but he is kind of difficult and i know that you could handle him. I dont know anyone else that could."

So you reluctantly agreed.

Mal was right. Harry Hook was certainly difficult. He was really stuck in ways and refused to change. He refused to follow any rules, he was mean and he hated school. And the worst thing? He was stupidly hot.

Now, you hated school just as much, and you did skip a few lessons here and there but you had respect for your teachers and your peers. And you knew that unfortunately school was important for your future. 

Usually you couldnt care less if other people got on trouble but harry was your responsibility now, so everytime he got into trouble, you were getting dragged into it. And you hated it.

So thats how you ended up in fairy godmothers office for the 7th time that week (it was thursday) sitting next to Harry, who just looked bored while you were about to beat him up.

This has been happeneing for almost 3 months at this point.

"This can not keep going on. Harry If you cannot follow the rules and integrate yourself into Auradon then we might be forced to take stronger action." 

Back in your dorm Harry threw himself onto his bed.

"Well that a tad overdramatic aye?"

You couldnt hold it in anymore. 

"HARRY! THIS IS NOT A GAME! YOU KEEP GETTING IN TROUBLE SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF IT AND YOU HURT OTHERS. ARE YOU AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU ARE BASICALLY A FEW OFFENSES AWAY FROM EXPULSION?! AND IF THAT HAPPENS YOU BASICALLY HAVE NO CHANCE ANYMORE TO DO ANYTHING! NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU RUIN MY REPUTATION WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR AS WELL. JUST THINK ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE THAN YOURSELF FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!"

Without looking at him you stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind you.

The rest of your day was spend ranting to Mal and Evie about Harry.  Mal hat texted Uma during your rant, telling her to speak with Harry. He would probably listen to her. She was his best friend after all.

You dreaded going to bed that night. Just being in the same room with him.

Uma left your Room just before you arrived, so when you entered Harry was sitting on his bed, a conflicted expression on his face. 

You decided to ignore him, just grabbing a pair of sweatpants and heading to the bathroom to change for bed.

When you exited the beathroom agin harry had also changed into sweatpants. GREY sweatpants.

Fuck. Was he trying to kill you?

His head perked up at the sound of the bathroom door. 

"Hey..."

You looked over at him.

"What Hook?"

He looked a little conflicted still, which confused you. Why the sudden change in mood?

"Look... I'm nae good at this but- fuck..." He sighed exxasperated. "I wanted to apologize."

You head snapped to him again In surprise.

"What?"

"I acted like a total dickhead." He started ranting, trying to get it all outbefore he mentally talked himself out of it. " I didnt care how I might hurt ya. And I don't even have a good reason for that. I was just scared. I was scared of being vulnerable. All I have ever known was the Isle. I am used to hiding myself behind a Tough outside and I was scared to change from that."

Harry quickly wiped his eyes of the tears swimming in them, hoping you wouldnt notice. But you did.

You were shocked by his sudden and surprisingly honest outburst. For a few very long seconds you just stared at each other.

"Harry...." You took a slow step towards him. "I'm sorry. I should've realized how hard this would be. And I know it will be difficult, but i promise you that from now on you wont have to hide anymore. You're safe here." 

Now, standing right before harry, you layed your hand on his shoulder. Harrys eyes met yours, once again swimming with tears but a small smile gacing his lips.

"Thank ye."

You reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen from his eye, your hand resting on harrys cheek, his head leaning into your touch.

You noticed how close you two had gotten. Your eyes flickering from harrys eyes to his lips for a split second.

"Harry?" Your noses brushed against each other ever so slightly.

"Yea?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"I really hope I'm not reading this wrong," You voice matched his. "but can I kiss you?"

Harry was silent, and for a few excruciating second you truly thought you were wrong. Harry was into guys, you knew that much. He didnt hide that part about himself. But did he like you?

"Yes please." 

A small sigh of relief left your mouth as you leaned in, your lips moving against his. Harrys hands moved to your hips, gripping at the exposed skin, thanks to your lack of shirt. In turn your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers gripping onto his hair.

When you parted for air, you kept your eyes closed, your foreheads leaning against each other. 

For a few seconds all you could hear was you heavy breathing and your own heartbeat, loud in your ears, before Harry leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulling you flush against his bare chest by your hips.

Once again you pulled back, this time a little more, looking into each others eyes.

"Thank ye, darlin"

"Always."

[octoberclidan]

Taken for Granted

Request: sam and dean are in danger, r is supposed to be on the way to help them but they realise that by the time they get there, it'll be too late. so they summon crowley and make a deal, their soul for keeping sam and dean safe but instead of giving them a year or two, he agrees to save sam and dean if their soul will be taken the next time one of the brothers has a fatal injury. so like if one got stabbed, they'd be fine but r would get the stab wound, or if it was a witch who used a spell which would slowly shut down their organs and shit it happens to r instead but theyd be too busy trying to figure out what happened to their brother to notice. Anyway after making this deal they meet back at the bunker and they both have some small injuries but dean goes off at r for not being there for them and says some really horrible stuff to them bc he's mad, and they just take it and don't let the brothers know abt their deal. maybe crowley hangs around, making little comments that nobody understands but r. then maybe the witch thing happens and they spend so much time trying to fix sam that they dont realise r is dying. maybe after the hellhounds get r, crowley lets the boys in on what happened to tease them, maybe bc the brothers were so stressed and lashing out at them while they were trying to fix sam.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader (both platonic)

Summary: Reader (they/them) makes a deal with Crowley to take on injuries sustained by either Sam or Dean in order to save Sam's life. The brothers are unaware of this deal and get annoyed with reader staying at home more and not going with them on cases. When Sam gets hit by a witch's curse, the witch tells them he will die. While they're distracted trying to find a cure for Sam, the reader is dying, becoming closer to going to Hell.

Masterlist

Story:

[Y/N] was lying in bed in the bunker, flicking through an old Men of Letters book on banshees. Sam and Dean had left the previous day for what sounded like a rogue banshee, but [Y/N] had elected to stay behind. Although they had hunted most of their adult life, [Y/N] was always apprehensive when it came to going up against something they'd never faced before, finding the unfamiliarity unsettling. This was often a point of argument between [Y/N] and Dean, who wanted them to 'grow up and act like a real hunter'. Dean and [Y/N] argued a lot. They cared for each other, and saw each other as family much like [Y/N] saw Sam as family, but the bickering was almost constant. They had their chick-flick moments, definitely, but they were becoming less and less frequent.

[Y/N] got on really well with Sam. Sure they had their arguments too, but they didn't bicker with each other like Dean. [Y/N] had been wondering lately whether or not Dean even really wanted them in the bunker anymore. He hadn't said anything specifically about them living there or wanting them to leave, but they were only really tolerating each other for the last few weeks. [Y/N] owed their life to Dean, he had saved them from a vampire nest several years ago, and [Y/N] looked up to him like an older brother. No one could say that the Wichesters weren't the best hunters out there, [Y/N] knew they could learn a lot from the brothers. Just as [Y/N] was turning the page in the book, their phone rang. Picking it up they saw Sam's name, and answered it immediately.

"Hey Sam, how's the hunt going?"

"[Y/N], it's not a banshee". Sam sounded out of breath as he forced this statement out. Pushing back off their pillow, [Y/N] sat up in bed.

"What is it?"

"No idea, but Dean". [Y/N] heard him pause and swallow, trying to catch his breath. [Y/N] could feel their heart start to beat faster, now worried about whatever was going on. "Dean's hurt. Building collapsed. I can't carry him out, his leg is caught. There's smoke". He tried to catch his breath again but began to cough.

"Sam?" [Y/N] called down the phone, now panicking too. He didn't answer, and they called his name again but still no answer. Sam and Dean were too far away for [Y/N] to get to them, and they didn't even know where exactly the brothers were, just the general area from Sam's update earlier that morning. They threw the phone down on the bed and ran out of the room to get the materials needed to summon probably the only person who not only could help, but possible would; Crowley.

[Y/N] had mixed the summoning ingredients in a bowl, had drawn the sigil and had lit the candles. They cut their hand and spilled their blood into the bowl before setting it on fire. [Y/N] hadn't even finished the incantation when Crowley appeared before them.

"Hello, Pet". [Y/N] looked up from the bowl to frown at Crowley's nickname for them. 'The Winchester's Pet', or the 'Spare Member of Team Free Will' were currently Crowley's go-to nicknames for [Y/N]. "What brings me here today?" He asked with a smirk, linking his hands together behind his back.

"I need your help" [Y/N] grumbled at him while they wrapped their cut hand with a bandage. "Sam and Dean, you need to save them. Now".

"They're big boys, they don't usually need much help, at least not bad enough for me to step in. Do they know you called me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. [Y/N] sighed and shook their head.

"We don't have time for this Crowley, will you save them or not? I'm pretty sure they're stuck in a burning house somewhere in California".

"What are you offering?" He now looked interested, seeing [Y/N]'s desperate expression.

"What do you want? My soul? You can have it. Give me the ten years and it's yours, just don't tell them".

Crowley clicked his tongue and began to pace within the devil's trap on the ground. "Ten years sounds like an awfully long time to wait. You know I'm not a crossroads demon anymore, right? I'm the King of Hell! My deals are a harder bargain, Pet".

"Five years"

"Still too long"

"Three"

"Hmm... nope"

"Fine, give me one, then I'll be dragged to Hell willingly, no loopholes".

Crowley stopped pacing and looked up at [Y/N] through his eyelashes, a mischievous look on his face. "It's not really an interesting deal now, is it? It's a bit predictable, boring, normal, been done before..."

"We're running out of time Crowley". [Y/N] snapped at him. "Just tell me what you want".

"You sell your soul, but I'm not putting a time limit on it. You die in the place of whichever Winchester dies next. Until one of them dies, you take on any potentially fatal injuries. One of them gets a scratch, fine, they can keep it. One of them gets a stab wound that they could bleed out from... you take it instead". He smiled at them. "They're currently stuck in a burning house, I'll get them out. You'll take on the lung damage, and Dean's little fibula fracture, it's a nasty one". He snickered.

"Deal. Get them out now".

"Where's my 'thank you'? My kiss? I'm offering you a very generous offer. They might not kick the bucket for another thirty years you know". He smirked at them, knowing that the Winchesters had died many, many times already and the idea of both of them lasting another thirty years without either of them dying was laughable. [Y/N] grumbled but stepped forward into the devil's trap, where Crowley smiled and leaned forward, kissing their lips. When [Y/N] pulled back only two seconds later, he was gone.

[Y/N] rushed to clean up the evidence of their summoning, and just when they were finishing cleaning up the bowl, they started to cough. Their chest hurt, and their throat was dry. Coughing the entire way back to their bedroom, they had only just made it to their bed when they yelled out in pain and heard their leg crack. They looked down at it, it looked fine, but the pain in their lower leg was excruciating. [Y/N] tossed their head back on the pillow and groaned out in pain, gripping their leg tightly with their hand. They couldn't help it, the tears just came spilling out. They were alone, in pain, and couldn't do anything about it. The only thing that made them feel better was a text from Sam saying the monster was dead and they were both okay.

***

Two days passed before the boys arrived back in the bunker. Two days of bearing the pain and limping to and from the kitchen and the bathroom, only leaving the bed when absolutely necessary. It was early evening when [Y/N] was woken up by a knock on their bedroom door. Clearing their throat and trying not to cough too loud, they called out that the door was open. Sam opened the door and poked his head inside, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he saw that [Y/N] was in bed. "Hey, just letting you know we're home. Nothing but some bruises and a few small cuts. Why are you in bed? Are you sick?"

"Uh, yeah, I think I just have a bad cold or something". [Y/N] lied, clearing their throat again. "You uh, got out okay then?" Sam opened the door farther and walked into the room, sitting down on [Y/N]'s bed. They had to bite their tongue to stop a painful groan from leaving their lips as Sam brushed against their damaged leg.

"Yeah, it was really weird actually. Definitely wasn't a banshee, it managed to pretty much destroy the house we were in - the victim's house, set it on fire and everything. Dean's leg was trapped under a collapsed wall, the smoke was really bad. The monster, whatever it was, was coming at us, it was about to take a swing at us, that's when our call cut out, but I was able to keep it back for a little while, then it just fell to the ground. It was dead, but I didn't do anything that could have killed it, I was just fighting with my hands and a small knife. Then the smoke disappeared and the wall on Dean's leg broke apart and he was fine, just had a cut on the side of his leg". [Y/N] was nodding along. "I guess it's just one of those weird ones where we never really know what it was or what happened". He shrugged. "You need anything? Medicine, soup?"

"Could you get me a glass of water?"

"Sure". He smiled kindly at them, and thankfully decided to pat the edge of the bed instead of their leg before he stood up. Sam left the room, and only a few seconds later Dean was in his space in the doorway.

"Why are you in bed?" He asked, stepping into the room and folding his arms.

"I'm sick". [Y/N] coughed and Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Probably just from sitting around all day every day in here, it's the dust. Ever think about going out and getting some fresh air? Maybe even going on a hunt and being useful? Maybe even interact with people? Possibly catch an actual cold?" His words caused [Y/N] more pain than the leg was at that moment. They had just given up their soul, taken on smoke damage and a broken leg for him, and there he was standing there and judging them for being in bed. It was the same story that had repeated itself over and over again in their relationship, or lack of. They felt very taken for granted.

"Fuck off Dean". [Y/N] said, rolling over in their bed to face away from him, pulling the covers up to their chin. They were close to tears, and they definitely didn't want Dean to see.

"Excuse me? You know, if you pulled your weight around here and actually plucked up the courage to go on hunts out of your comfort zone, maybe Sam and I wouldn't be so cut up. We had a house fall on us, we're covered in cuts and bruises, and you're lying in bed with a cold? Getting Sam to bring you water? Grow up". He voice was raised now and [Y/N] couldn't help the tears from spilling over. They heard their door slam closed, Dean was gone.

***

The next morning [Y/N] hobbled into the kitchen to get some breakfast, hoping that Dean wouldn't be in there. Thankfully, it was only Sam sitting at the table. He looked up from his laptop and smiled and them as they limped in, but his smile dropped when he saw their pained expression. "Something wrong with your leg?" He frowned at them.

I fell down the stairs while you were gone, it'll be fine". [Y/N] shrugged as they made their way to get some cereal. Sam stood up immediately and stepped over to grab the cereal for them.

"You sit down, I'll get your stuff". He said but they shook their head.

"I'm not useless Sam".

"I didn't say you were". He held up his hands in defense. "You're just obviously in pain, and I'm not, I can help".

"I don't need your help".

He stood back and folded his arms. "What's gotten into you?"

[Y/N] let out a deep breath before moving over to the table and sitting down. "Do you think I should move out?"

"What? Why would you say that?" He sat down opposite them and studied their face carefully.

"Dean hates me. He thinks I don't pull my weight. I try to go on as many cases as I can, and when I don't go on them I spend all my team researching for you guys. No matter how much I try to help he just shouts at me and basically tells me I'm a waste of space".

Sam reached over the table and placed his hand on [Y/N]'s. "You're not a waste of space, Dean was just scared, and he lashes out when he's scared".

"He doesn't talk to Jody like that, or Garth, or anyone".

"He has. I've seen it. He's even spoken to me like that, it doesn't mean he hates you or wants you gone. I promise you, we want you here". He smiled at them. "Let me check your leg, okay?" [Y/N] nodded and Sam examined their leg, causing [Y/N] to wince at his touch. "Okay, so it's impossible to tell without an x-ray, so I don't know if it's broken or not, but you definitely seem to be in a lot of pain with it. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" [Y/N] shook their head at him. "Alright, but you tell me if it gets worse, tell me if you need help with anything. You sit there and I'll get you some breakfast. I don't want to hear any protesting, and please, just ignore any of Dean's comments. I'll talk to him".

***

Sam spent the next few weeks helping [Y/N] out while their leg slowly healed. [Y/N] ignored Dean as much as they could, and for the most part Dean just left them alone. He even did ask how their leg was a few times, showing a little bit of concern, and his snide comments about [Y/N] being lazy or scared of cases were kept to a minimum. They were still made, but he definitely held back whenever he caught Sam's glare. They were all sitting in the library one morning when Sam looked up from his laptop. "I think I have a case, sounds like a simple salt and burn"

"Go on". Dean put down the magazine he was reading and leaned forward in his chair to listen.

"So get this, a woman reported seeing her dead husband in their garage, apparently throwing stuff around, and she thinks he messed with the breaks in her car and caused her to crash. It's only a couple hours drive from here, we could be there and back by this evening?"

[Y/N] shrugged. "Sound good to me".

"Is your leg good enough?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I think so. This doesn't sound like anything too strenuous anyway, we just go to his grave, salt and burn his bones, then check that he's gone?"

"Sounds like a plan". Dean nodded and went to grab his jacket, and the three of them headed out to the Impala. Dean and [Y/N] always got along better when they were out on hunts, mostly because he couldn't call them lazy or cowardly when they were out there together. The car journey was a nice break from the tension, the three of them chatting and laughing together about a previous case involving Cas being turned into a cat for a day. It was moments like these that made [Y/N] feel like a real part of the team, and not just a 'spare', or a hunter that the boys worked with on occasion. They just wished that Dean would treat them like a real friend more often.

After they salted and burned the bones in the empty graveyard, they filled the grave back in and made their way to the victim's house to check for any signs of a ghost. Dean had his EMF meter out and was going to check the garage where the ghost had last been seen. Sam would check the upstairs of the house, and [Y/N] was to check the downstairs. [Y/N] was searching the kitchen when Dean yelled from the garage. [Y/N] ran towards him and found him on the ground clutching his side. He looked up to [Y/N] and pointed towards the corner of the room. "His wedding ring... on the table... burn it". He managed to force out through gritted teeth. [Y/N] ran towards the work bench in the corner of the garage and lifted up the wedding ring when they heard a gun shot behind them. Spinning around they saw Sam standing in the doorway with his salt loaded gun, having just shot at what [Y/N] assumed was the ghost. Quickly, [Y/N] grabbed a bowl on the bench and threw the ring into it before emptying a container of gasoline into it and taking out their lighter. The ghost reappeared behind Sam and he turned around to shoot it again when [Y/N] flicked on their lighter and tossed it into the bowl. After being shot, the ghost reappeared in front of Sam but was screeching as it went up in flames. Sam and Dean were distracted by it when [Y/N] felt a pain in their side. Clutching their lower left abdomen, they looked down and saw blood start to wet their shirt. Quickly, while the boys were still distracted, [Y/N] zipped up their jacket to stop the blood from being visible.

"Hey, where'd it go?" [Y/N] looked over at Dean who had pulled up his t-shirt and was examining his side. "I swear that thing stabbed me with a knife".

"Maybe it just hit you? There's no sign of a stab wound". Sam said as he leant Dean a hand to pull him up from the ground.

"I know what a stab wound feels like Sammy, I was stabbed".

"Well, you're fine now! Maybe whatever it hit you with just felt like a stab". Sam shrugged as Dean pulled his t-shirt back down. Dean looked over at [Y/N] who had their hand on their side, applying pressure to the wound.

"You good?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah just a stitch probably from running". [Y/N] lied, and thankfully it looked like the two boys bought it.

"Alright, well let's get out of here". Sam said and they made their way out to the Impala. [Y/N] was in the back of the car as usual, as Dean drove and Sam sat shotgun. [Y/N] was having a tough time keeping the pain off their face, very much aware that any time Dean looked in the rear view mirror that he could see them. They were halfway home when a voice caused all three off them to jump.

"Hello, boys". Crowley had appeared in the seat next to [Y/N]. "And the Spare". He turned to smile at them.

"Get out of my car Crowley". Dean growled at him.

"I'm only here to check and see that everything is working like it's supposed to. You know I pride myself on good customer service". Crowley smiled at Dean in the rear view mirror, and Sam turned around in his seat to face him with a confused expression.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him. Crowley opened his mouth but [Y/N] leaned over slightly and kicked his leg, causing him to look over and see [Y/N]'s warning glance.

"Oh, nothing you need to be concerned with. Nice seeing you". Crowley winked and then he was gone, leaving Sam and Dean even more confused and leaving [Y/N] annoyed, worried that either Sam or Dean would cop on to the fact that Crowley was talking about a deal.

"Well that was weird, what do you think that was about?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head and shrugged, and [Y/N] did the same. The rest of the drive back was quiet apart from Dean's music, and [Y/N] was thankful that the boys didn't keep talking about it, just looking forward to being able to lock themselves in their room and take care of the stab wound in private.

***

[Y/N] kept to themselves over the next few weeks. The wound was healing nicely, but they felt like they may be a liability on hunts since it was still causing pain, so they had passed on several hunts. This had lead to Dean's comments about [Y/N] being lazy making a return. Sam had talked to him about it several times at this stage, clearly seeing how much it was bothering [Y/N], but Dean didn't care anymore. He found it difficult to respect a hunter who was turning down hunts for apparently no reason. Sam had also checked up on [Y/N] several times, but eventually became frustrated with them constantly shutting him out and refusing to open up about whatever was clearly on their mind. So, both Sam and Dean had taken to just leaving [Y/N] alone to work through whatever it was they needed to work through, and went on cases just the two of them.

Luckily, on two of the recent hunts the boys went on, neither of them sustained any serious injury, which meant [Y/N] was also in the clear. [Y/N]'s wound had just about finished healing while the boys were on their third case without them. Unfortunately, on this third case, things didn't go as planned. Dean had called [Y/N] early that morning to say they were on their way home, and he needed [Y/N] to research reversal spells. He wouldn't explain what happened, but just told them to find out everything the bunker had to offer on reversing a witch's curse if you didn't have the opportunity to kill the witch. [Y/N] was sitting at the map table going through the books they had found when the bunker's door opened and Sam and Dean came down the stairs.

"You find anything?" Dean asked as he sat down at the table.

"If you can't kill the witch who cast it, then the reversal spells all seem to depend on the curse that was cast. There isn't like a 'blanket' reversal spell for curses" [Y/N] explained. "What happened?"

"Well that's just great. You'd think that if you weren't going to bother coming on cases then you could at least be of some use with research". Dean rolled his eyes and stood up from the table.

"Dean, it's not [Y/N]'s fault". Sam stepped over to grab his shoulder but Dean shrugged it off.

"Yeah? Well if they had been there then maybe you wouldn't have been hit by that stupid curse. Or if they had been there then maybe we could've ganked the bitch". He glared at [Y/N].

Trying to ignore both his glare and his words, [Y/N] looked to Sam. "What curse?"

Sam sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "The witch hit me with a curse that's apparently gonna slowly shut down my organs. I don't know how long 'slowly' means, but if we can't find a cure then-"

"Then he dies. And I'll be blaming you". Dean cut him off and pointed a finger at [Y/N]. Feeling tears start to form, [Y/N] quickly stood up from the table and made their way to their room, ignoring Sam calling after them. They spent the evening curled up in bed, letting the tears come out. There was no way out of this one, they were going to die. They were going to die, and they were going to spend their last days, weeks, or months with the boys upset at them for not going on the case.

At some stage, [Y/N] had cried themself to sleep. Their sleep was not pleasant, filled with nightmares of losing either Sam or Dean, then changing to dying themself but Sam and Dean not caring. Crowley's smug face made appearances, the sound of Hellhounds coming for them too. They woke up with a jolt of pain; their lower back hurt, their stomach hurt, breathing hurt, their head hurt. They knew it had started, the curse was starting to break their organs down. Their breathing was laboured and they were trying to catch their breath when there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, it opened, and Sam walked in. Catching a glimpse of [Y/N]'s panicked expression, he quickly walked over to the bed and sat down. "Nightmare?" He asked with concern. [Y/N] only nodded, finally getting some control over their breathing again. "I uh, I just wanted to apologise to you on Dean's behalf. He didn't mean what he said, he's just scared of losing me". Sam looked almost embarrassed by Dean's behaviour. "Honestly I feel fine, I think maybe the curse didn't work properly or something, but Dean's determined. He's summoning Crowley now to make some sort of deal".

"What?!" [Y/N] forced out.

"No, don't worry, he's not gonna sell his soul or anything, he's just going to see if Crowley needs anything, like an artefact from the bunker's collection or something". Sam explained. [Y/N] pushed the covers back and got out of the bed, it was to fast because their vision blurred slightly and they swayed, and Sam reached out to grab their shoulders. "You good?" [Y/N] just nodded and pushed through the aches they were feeling everywhere to get to their door. They needed to get to Dean before he called Crowley; they didn't trust him not to tell him about the deal they'd already made.

It was too late when they got to Dean, Crowley was already standing in front of him. "Moose, Pet, nice of you to join us". He smiled at them.

"He won't deal". Dean turned to face Sam, checking him for any sign of the curse working. He didn't look at [Y/N], but if he had, he would've noticed the bags under their eyes and the fact that they were very out of breath.

"I cannot in good faith make a deal with you to save Sam when Sam's not in any danger". Crowley said.

"Good faith?" Sam scoffed at him. "Since when do you have good faith? What do you mean I'm not in danger? The witch said the curse would shut down my organs".

Crowley smirked and glanced over at [Y/N], who gave him a warning glare. Crowley shrugged. "The witch was wrong, Sam's not going to die from any curse that was cast. Now, if you don't mind, I am a very busy person and I have more pressing matters to attend to. Goodbye". With one last knowing smirk directed towards [Y/N], Crowley vanished.

"I guess that's good news?" Sam asked, allowing himself to relax a bit.

"Yeah, yeah I guess the curse didn't work". Dean smiled at him and patted his shoulder before heading out of the room, still not paying any attention to [Y/N]. Sam turned to [Y/N] and they gave him a small smile, hoping it didn't come across as a grimace as they felt a sharp pain in their chest.

"I think I'll try get some more sleep". [Y/N] said, turning towards the door. "I'm glad you're okay Sam".

***

Over the next few days [Y/N] was getting sicker and sicker. They didn't know if Dean didn't notice their absence, or if he just didn't care, but he didn't once check on them. Sam did, coming to the conclusion that [Y/N] must have the flu. He brought them food and water and checked in every few hours, but [Y/N] was asleep for the most part, extremely exhausted. Sleeping was the only time that [Y/N] wasn't in pain, and every time they woke up the pain had grown worse. They were now coughing up blood, their vision was constantly blurry, and they were having difficultly even just getting to the bathroom that was only across the hall from their bedroom.

One evening Sam had come into their room to find them asleep, but had woken them up to say they were heading out. He said Dean had been complaining about being stuck in the bunker, but left out the part about Dean complaining that they were stuck in the bunker because [Y/N] was sick and Sam didn't want to leave them alone. Sam thought it would be best to at least get out to the local bar for a few hours, let Dean let off some steam. He had told [Y/N] to text or call if they needed anything, and had brought them a glass of water before leaving. [Y/N] fell back to sleep as soon as Sam left.

***

It was after midnight when Sam and Dean left the bar. It was close to the bunker, they only had a short walk back, and Sam had been planning on using that time to talk to Dean about [Y/N]. "What's your issue with them? Really?" Sam asked.

"What?"

"[Y/N], you get on great on hunts but the moment we're back at the bunker, it's like you don't give a shit about them. You give them a really hard time Dean, and they look up to you".

"I don't know Sam, they just get on my nerves sometimes. They're a great hunter, and they waste their skills by sitting out on cases".

"They've been on plenty of cases with us".

"Yeah, but only when they know exactly what we're up against. The moment we cross into unfamiliar territory, they chicken out and stay behind. It's a waste. Saving people, hunting things, that's what hunters do. We're not supposed to give a shit what we're going up against, we're not supposed to care that we might get hurt. We're supposed to save people. They can't do that if they're sitting around all day or staying in bed".

"You know they're pretty sick at the moment, right? Like [Y/N] isn't just being lazy, or scared, they're finding it difficult to even breathe. I was half thinking of just taking them to the hospital tomorrow even if they protest".

"You really think it's that bad?" Dean asked as he opened the door to the bunker.

"Yeah Dean, I'm worried". They walked down the stairs together and passed the map table towards the bedrooms. "I'm just gonna check on them quickly". Sam said and Dean nodded, heading towards his own room. He had just reached his bed when he heard Sam shout his name. He grabbed his gun and ran out to [Y/N]'s room to find Sam standing out in the corridor, staring into the room, all colour washed from his face.

"Sammy?" Dean asked cautiously and Sam turned to him, tears pooling in his eyes. Dean stepped towards the door and looked inside, and his heart sank, he immediately felt nauseous. [Y/N]'s chest was ripped apart, and there were bloody pawprints all over the floor. He clenched his jaw and turned away. "Get Crowley here. Now. That son of a bitch had something to do with this". He closed the door behind him and Sam ran off down the corridor to summon Crowley. Dean leaned against the wall and slid down it, feeling his heart beating heavily and tears of his own threatening to spill. He had been nothing but mean to [Y/N] for weeks, months, as long as they'd known each other. He had never been as welcoming as Sam had been, he'd never taken the time to really get to know them, and now their soul had been dragged to Hell just like his had. He needed to know what happened.

"Squirrel! What's the matter?" Dean looked up to see Crowley standing above him, Sam just behind him.

"Fix this". Dean hissed at him before pushing himself back up to standing. "Whatever the fuck you did, you bring them back". He poked Crowley in the chest and Crowley clutched his chest, feigning offense.

"A deal goes two ways you know, I didn't do anything without [Y/N] agreeing. In fact, it was [Y/N] who instigated it".

"What deal?" Sam asked from behind him. Crowley rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Are you two really that stupid? So blind?" He chuckled. "Does a burning house in California ring any bells?"

Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Get to the point Crowley". Dean spat.

"You were gonners. That Kapre was going to burn you two idiots alive. [Y/N] summoned me, offered up their soul in exchange for saving you".

"They sold their soul? You only gave them a few months? What about the ten years? Or even the one year that Dean got?" Sam asked and Crowley shrugged.

"Wasn't interesting enough. I enjoy you two, you're entertaining. The Spare, not so much. Too much sitting around. I saw an opportunity for a bit more entertainment, so I took it". He smiled at them while they both tried to control their anger. "The deal I offered, that they willingly accepted, was that they would sell their soul, but I would only take it when one of you two died. Any potentially fatal or serious wound that either of you received, [Y/N] would take it on instead. They got your broken leg, your stab wound Dean. They got your damaged lungs Moose, and the thing that finished them off, that pesky little witch's curse you got hit with". He smirked at Sam.

"Undo the deal. Now". Dean's jaw was clenched, his fists curled tightly so his fingernails were digging into his palms. Crowley simply raised an eyebrow and nodded towards [Y/N]'s door.

"It's a bit late for that".

"Then make a new deal". Sam demanded, his anger becoming harder for him to control.

"I don't want your souls, not interested".

"Then something else. Anything else. Bring them back".

"Well... there is one thing I could think of that I would find useful". He glanced between the two brothers. "I'll bring them back, their soul returns to them, on the condition than neither of you kill any of my demons for a full year. If one of you does, my hellhound comes back and drags [Y/N] back to Hell all over again".

"Deal". Even Sam was surprised at how quickly Dean agreed to this. Giving up killing demons for an entire year was a lot for him, especially for someone he didn't really get along with.

"Done. Pleasure doing business with you boys". Crowley winked and he was gone. Sam and Dean exchanged a look as Sam carefully pushed back open [Y/N]'s door, and Dean watched as Sam's shoulders relaxed in relief and a smile spread across his face.

"[Y/N]". He breathed out and stepped into the room. Dean was more hesitant, but he needed to see that the deal had worked for himself. Taking a deep breath, he followed Sam to find [Y/N] standing in the middle of the room, fully intact, no sign of sickness. They were staring down at their chest and feeling their body, obviously confused. Sam was over to them in a flash, engulfing them in a hug. "You're okay". He squeezed them around their shoulders and held them as close as possible before letting go and standing back to look at them properly.

"Hey kiddo". Dean stood behind Sam and [Y/N] looked to him.

"What... what happened?"

"You made a stupid ass deal is what happened". Dean grumbled but walked over to them, examining their face for any signs of their previous deal, but [Y/N] looked completely healthy. "C'mere". He mumbled and held out an arm, pulling them close to his chest. "Don't you ever make a deal like that again. You hear me? Your soul is off the table".

"I'm sorry". [Y/N] sniffed, their voice muffled by Dean's flannel.

"I'm sorry too. You saved us, you saved Sammy. We... I took you for granted. I know I'm tough on you, but I promise I'll try and be more understanding in future. I guess I just kinda maybe miss you when you're not out there with us". [Y/N] chucked at Dean's attempt at an apology and pulled back from him.

"It's okay, I think maybe I'll try get out of my comfort zone a bit more, I wouldn't have had to call Crowley if I'd just been with you two in the first place".

"Look, it's in the past. Mistakes were made on all sides. The important thing is we're all here, we're all alive, and we're all safe. How about we take a week off hunting and just spend time together?" Sam suggested and [Y/N] nodded.

"Well, it's not like we can go out and kill demons anyway". Dean grumbled and [Y/N] looked to Sam questioningly.

"We'll explain later. Come on, let's get you something to eat". He put his arm around [Y/N]'s shoulders and the three of them walked out to the kitchen for some much-needed bonding over some food and beers. Dean was going to spend the next week doing whatever he could to make it up to [Y/N], to see them smile.

The end.