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blackboxtheater · 4 months ago

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Well I don't have 50k more words in me for another We Were Shy (and I am already so over committed to my other stories) but this does give me a good excuse to draft some of the Gem/Etho story for the Pirates AU I started a while back for my mumpearl prompts.

So here's a sneak peak of some other gemtho stuff I'm working on.....

The fact that the harpoon slowly got easier to reel in over time should have been Gem's first clue that something was wrong. But after more than 2 weeks of chasing the elusive sea monster through the rough waters of the Java Passage, she was just thrilled to have finally hit it. But by the time the harpoon clattered against the side of her ship the Celestial Kraken, it was clear that even if she hit the monster, she hadn't managed to reel it in for capture. The bounty on the head of the deep sea monster dubbed the Kakashi was still up for grabs.

Her second mistake was getting distracted by the disappointment that the mounds of gold offered for the monster's head were still just out of reach. Because it meant she wasn't paying attention to the harpoon as it tipped over the side of the ship and landed on the deck. Landing, not with just the usual clatter of metal against wood, but also with a clearly audible, unmistakably human grunt.

There, right on the deck of her ship, clinging to the large metal harpoon was a man.

She reached for her spyglass more on instinct than anything else, surveying the horizon for any ships that might have left a man out here in the middle of the ocean. She even scanned for debris or lifeboats, anything that might have allowed someone to survive these deadly waters. It wasn't unusual for the Java Passage to claim boats. It was very unusual for there to be survivors from those wrecks. But there was nothing she could see among the choppy water and unpredictable waves.

Another grunt called her attention back to her own ship and the mystery man she'd just pulled from the waters. A man, she now realized, who was covered in blood.

"Oh my god!"

She jumped down from the harpoon turret, clambering over the deck towards him. He was no longer clinging to the harpoon, and instead had flopped back across the deck, blood mixing with the sea water to cover him in a deep red. The bloody water oozing across the deck soaked into her pants as she knelt down next to him.

"Hey! Hey man! Are you with me?" She nearly shouted. If it weren't for the shallow movement of his chest, she would have assumed from the closed eyes and frankly terrifying amount of blood that he was dead.

"I just need- I need to rest like this," the man sputtered out, voice hoarse from drinking sea water for who knows how long.

His eyes barely opened, his unfocused gaze drifting over her before he blinked again, almost as if the light of the cloudy day was too harsh.

"What ship were you on? Are there other survivors? Can I help save the rest of your crew?"

If this guy was going to pass out on her again, she needed as much information as possible to help the rest of his crew.

"It's easier like this- just a little bit of time to heal. That's all, be fine soon- back soon," he mumbled, before his head finally lolled over, passing out from what Gem could assume was some deeply unpleasant combination of dehydration and blood loss.

She stood up again, gazing out over the endless open horizon of the sea.

The mystery man on her deck couldn't have survived for long out here, so there had to be a ship. There had to be other survivors in the water.

But the search would have to wait. She knew it was getting late in the day, and she could waste time looking for potential survivors in dangerous, sea monster infested waters, or she could try to save the sailor she actually had on her deck. So Gem leaned down, grabbed hold of the man's legs, and dragged him across the deck towards the galley to get him cleaned up.

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The blood, she realized as she hoisted him up onto a long table in the dining room to clean him up and patch his wounds, was coming from a nasty wound to his chest. He was lucky to be alive from the injury, considering how many more peripheral gunshot wounds she had seen kill people. But when he didn’t even flinch as she poured rum all over his chest to disinfect the open wound, she figured maybe he was closer to death than she realized. Except his chest kept slowly rising and falling with even breaths, so she did the best she could to bandage him up in case he did make it through the night.

Wrapping his chest in bandages to cover the wound, she also realized the paleness she originally attributed to blood loss was too pale for a pirate. She could trace the vivid blue veins just under his skin all along his arms and chest, a sharp contrast to the deep tan along her fingers and hands that came with working in the sun all day on the deck of a ship.

Maybe he worked in the underside of a ship, as a cook or artillery man. That could explain the lack of tan on a sailor. But that didn’t explain the sun-bleached hair, so blonde it was almost white. That had to come from long hours in the sun.

But questions about him and how he ended up here would have to wait until morning, if he made it that long. So Gem propped herself in a chair in the corner, tucked in with the rest of the bottle of rum, and settled in for the night to watch for any changes with her new patient.

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When Gem jolted awake to the sunlight streaming through the porthole, the man on her table was gone. No proof of his existence other than a bloodstain on her table. She automatically reached for the sword at her hip, but thankfully it was still there. If he wanted to kill her in the night, he could have. Instead he seemed to have simply wandered off into her ship. Likely to steal from her. Her assumption proved half correct when she found him down the hallway in the storage room just staring at her barrels of fresh water in the dark.

"How are you feeling this morning?" she asked, startling the man even though he had to have heard her coming down the hall.

"Do you-" he coughed, clearing his throat.

"Here, let me get you a cup for some water," Gem offered, grabbing a tankard from a crate on the floor.

The man just watched as she cracked the lid off a barrel, dunking the tankard to fill it with water.

He stared for a beat too long at her outstretched hand and the water she was offering.

"Go on. Drink. The sea water dehydrated you. Even if you're not thirsty you need to drink."

The man finally just nodded, and carefully lifted his hands to take the cup. He watched Gem watch him as he took it, drinking the entire thing without pause, water flowing over the sides of his mouth and trickling down his face.

Gem caught herself watching one of the trails of water slide across his jaw, down his neck, and finally hitting the bandages still wrapped around his mostly exposed chest.

Damn. If she was distracted by that, she really needed to get back on shore for a bit. Being alone for this long on her ship had left her so desperate that she was looking at her injured castaway like that.

She snapped her eyes back to his, where he was still looking at her. When he finally finished the tankard of water, bringing it down from his lips, she expected a smirk or a remark about her blatant staring. But instead he just held out the tankard towards her.

"Do you want more?"

He simply nodded, and the process repeated again as he drained another cup of water. Minus Gem's wandering eyes, of course.

When he held out the cup again, she just took it from him.

"Best not drink too much too fast," she said, replacing the lid on the barrel.

"Okay."

Gem turned back to the man, still just staring at her unmoving.

"So what's your name?" She prompted, trying not to fidget in the ensuing silence.

"Name?"

"Yeah. Your name. Like what do people call you?"

"People?"

"Yes. Your friends? Your crewmates? Your family? What should I call you?"

He blinked at her for a second but before she could snap at him for being dense about such a simple question, he coughed again.

"E-" he paused, breaking eye contact for the first time as if he had to think about such as simple answer.

"Etho. You can call me Etho."

"Well that's not a suspicious answer at all," she rolled her eyes, only to get a response in the form of a slight furrow of Etho's brows.

"Okay Etho," Gem said, pushing off the barrel to step into the hallway. He followed after her, keeping pace with her as she started back towards the deck.

"I pulled you out of the water yesterday but I didn’t see any other ships or wreckage. Is there anyone else I should be looking for? Do you know where you ship went down or where other survivors might be?" Gem said as they stepped into the morning light on the deck.

"There's no one else out there."

Gem swiveled back around to look at Etho.

It was the first straight answer he'd given.

"Okay…" Gem said, trying and failing to get any additional information about that definitive answer based on his expression.

"It's just me here," he continued, looking out over the waves.

"I just need to heal. It shouldn’t be long," he added, looking back at Gem.

"I was planning to stick around here for a few more days to hunt down the Kakashi, but if you need me to take you to a port I can-"

"We can stay here," he interrupted.

"You don't have anywhere you want me to take you?"

Etho just shrugged.

"No port you want to head to?"

Again, Etho shrugged, a gesture Gem couldn’t imagine was comfortable with a chest wound, but once again he didn’t flinch.

"Okay. Then I'm going to keep tracking this monster, and then I'll drop you off when I bring in its head."

At that, Etho snorted, the first sign of really any emotion at all she'd gotten from him since dragging him out of the ocean.

"You think that's funny?"

Etho shrugged again. But this time, instead of the blank stare, he had just a hint of a smile that he looked like he was trying to hide.

"Well I almost had it yesterday before I dragged you in-"

"Did you now?"

That same trace of a smile tugged at his lips while he stared at her, and she caught herself thinking once again that he wasn't terrible to look at.

"Yes I did. I've tracked bigger monsters than the Kakashi and I always bring in their heads. You're standing aboard the Celestial Kraken, named because it is the monster to be most feared out here on the seas, not any of them. And I never lose a fight," Gem proclaimed, straightening up as Etho just continued to look her over.

"Now I have a monster to track, and I'm sure you need to heal, so if you'll excuse me, I have a ship to run."

She turned on her heels to head towards the wheel of the ship, where her maps were still surely spread out from yesterday's chase. By the time she looked back, Etho had disappeared back below deck.

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As night fell on an unfortunately uneventful day, Gem could not find Etho anywhere. She assumed he would be recovering and sleeping in one of the cabins, or maybe eating in the galley. But after looking through most of the ship, she found him back in the storage room. If it weren't for the noise of him moving around, she would have missed him entirely in the dark.

"Etho?" she called into the darkness.

His white hair suddenly appeared in the sliver of light cast by the open door to the hallway.

"What are you doing?"

"You need fresh water."

"I've got plenty of barrels of fresh water to last…"

Her voice trailed off as she brought her lamp into the room, surveying the various pieces of cookware and sheets of metal strewn across the floor.

"But you need fresh water. This can make that for you."

"This junk?" she asked, nudging the metal tub that looked like it used to be a baking tray in her kitchen.

"Yeah."

Gem stared at Etho, still shirtless, sitting in the pitch black, having apparently been rummaging through her stuff all day not to steal from her but to build some insane contraption, and decided that she was far too tired to ask questions. She had lost the trail of the monster and that was far more pressing than figuring out what the mystery man was doing clattering around in her storage hold.

"Okay, well if there is anything left in the kitchen, we can use it to cook dinner," Gem said as she turned back down the hall towards the kitchen, hearing Etho's steps just behind her.

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The rest of the days fell into a similar patthern. Gem, frustratedly trying to pick up the trail of the Kakashi monster while Etho banged around the ship doing odd jobs.

By the time his system of broken mirror shards allowed light from a single lantern to illuminate the length of an entire hallway and his strange seawater contraption had started producing barrels of freshwater, Gem had to admit the things he was doing were actually useful. Her stores of oil and water could be stretched further than before, and even with 2 people eating through her food supplies, they would be able to stay out longer than she originally thought. It helped that Etho managed to catch fresh fish off the side of the boat most days, even if the things he pulled up were creatures that Gem could barely call fish. But after he sliced them up and threw them over the stove, Gem couldn't tell the difference. Even if Etho was a terrible cook who seemed entirely incapable of correctly cooking fish, it still beat eating more pickled cod.

The hardest part of each day though, was changing Etho's bandages each night. Standing close enough to unwind the strips of fabric from around his chest was getting to her head.

It didn't help that he smelled...well Gem wouldn't say he smelled good. But she had spent enough of her life on cramped ships to be intimately familiar with the stench of body odor, and that smell didn't cling to Etho. He just smelled like the ocean. She was close enough to see the lines of sweat dripping down his back as she wound the bandages around him each night, and he still just smelled like the first gust of ocean breeze when she stepped on deck each morning.

During the day she occasionally caught herself staring when he came up above deck. She even made the mistake of telling him to make himself useful one day by helping her adjust the rigging. Gem reasoned that if his wound was feeling good enough to do the rest of the work he kept busy with, he could help keep the ship moving. But watching him work, hauling the ropes and climbing up the sails, had been so distracting she actually got less done than by herself. So that night she declared that he was terrible at it, must have been a terrible sailor on his last ship, and she simply couldn’t have him help anymore. His expression of relief at not having to do the heavy work again would have been ground for insubordination for a normal sailor, but Gem was just relieved to put more distance between them. She could keep her hands and thoughts to herself as long as he was on the other side of the ship doing whatever it was he filled his days with. But it was a short lived relief when the sunburn he woke up with the next day all over his upper body required Gem to not only be close enough to wrap bandages around him, but rub aloe all over his bright red skin.

The sunburn could have been avoided if he started wearing a shirt around, but Gem couldn’t quite get those words out of her dry throat as she ran her aloe covered hands over the sun burned heat of Etho's shoulder blades.

She knew she definitely needed to get off this ship and interact with other people if she was that far gone. She couldn’t be lusting after her odd, quiet castaway. Not as a captain or a sane woman. Except when he wasn't skulking around in the dark or making cryptic remarks, there was a little edge of snark to his comments that sometimes made Gem laugh despite herself. And the updates he was making around the ship really were helpful.

When she caught herself thinking about Etho now, it was less about her untoward glances or deeply inappropriate dreams. It was more often that she caught herself thinking what it would be like to keep him around. What he could do with real supplies from a port rather than odds and ends off her ship. What kind of jokes and snarky remarks he might make if they spent even more time together. Just because those ideas weren't as scandalous, didn't mean they were any more reasonable.

And Etho, to Gem's continued confusion, seemed entirely unfazed by her ongoing staring, even though he had to have noticed. He'd been looking right at her multiple times as her eyes wandered across his body, still staring at her as her eyes snapped back to his face and then darted away with a blush. He had to have noticed.

But while other actions and remarks earned her a smirk or a sarcastic jab, he'd never commented on her glances. No solicitations, no asking her to stop, not even a blush in return. Nothing.

Just like he never commented on her shaking hands and blush as she changed his bandages each night. In fact, she was so distracted each night while changing his bandages that she didn't even notice that he was healing far too quickly until she looked down at the pile of used bandages at her feet one night and saw there wasn't any more blood on them.

"Are you healed?" Gem asked, face snapping up in surprise.

Etho was, as always, sitting facing her on the bench in the middle of the dining room.

"I'm feeling better," he said with another shrug that she had come to understand meant there wouldn’t be a lot of additional details forthcoming.

"Okay but are you healed?"

"Aren't you the one who was looking at my wound a minute ago?"

"Yes but-" Gem caught herself, eyes darting to Etho's as she tried to recover. Technically yes, she had been tending to his wound a moment ago. But she had been so distracted, half on autopilot redoing the bandages and half distracted by proximity that she hadn’t actually noticed anything about his wound.

"Aren’t you the one who has a giant wound? Shouldn't you be able to tell me if its healed?" Gem countered.

"You could undo the bandages and check," Etho offered.

And for the first time it occurred to Gem that she'd asked multiple times if Etho still needed help with the bandages each day and he'd always said yes. Yes, even after he spent all day fighting to reel in a giant deep sea fish they had eaten for days. Yes, even after he hauled the entire desalination contraption up onto the deck. Yes, even after he helped all day with the rigging.

His chest was clearly fine and yet he'd still asked Gem each night to help unwind the bandages from his chest and rewrap them.

She'd only kept doing it for some masochistic excuse to keep touching him.

But maybe he wasn't doing something so different. Maybe��

"We need to restock," Gem said, abruptly standing up from the bench, putting much needed space between her and Etho.

"Really? What are we running low on? Maybe I can-"

"No." Gem said with enough force that Etho straightened up to look at her.

"Mezalea isn't far from here. We can restock at Pirate's Landing."

Gem nodded and quickly ducked out of the dining room. She grabbed the maps from the deck and rushed to lock herself in her cabin before Etho could come after her.

She would chart a course for Mezalea island tonight and start for there in the morning. Seeing her friends would surely set her straight amid all this nonsense.

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"The first person who can get me a fruit or a vegetable that isn’t pickled or dried will have my undying loyalty," Gem said, banging open the doors of the Hermit's Cove, the one and only bar in Pirate's Landing.

"Gem!" A chorus of voices shouted from the smattering of pirates already haunting the bar in mid-morning.

"Oh, and this is a castaway I fished out of the Java-"

Gem couldn't even get through Etho's introduction before a high-pitched gurgling noise pierced through the bar. Once Gem uncovered her ears still only slightly ringing from the noise, she saw a shocked Lizzie standing next to a toppled chair staring completely wide eyed at Etho. The only more shocking thing than Lizzie's expression was Joel and Cleo's baffled looks darting between Lizzie and Etho.

"Um, hi," Etho offered with a small wave.

"When did you learn English?" Lizzie balked, still staring at Etho.

"A while ago," Etho offered.

Gem caught the way his eyes darted to the side likely looking for a way to escape as Lizzie started to storm across the bar towards him.

Etho nearly flinched until she threw her arms around him, wrapping him in a hug and pressing her face into his chest.

He stood stock still, the same awkward stance Gem recognized from the first days on the ship. Then finally, his arms slowly came up around Lizzie's shoulders.

"Everyone," Lizzie started, finally letting go of Etho enough to turn to the rest of the bar.

"This is my-"

Another high pitched noise came out of her mouth before she snapped it shut and looked at Cleo.

"Brother? I think you humans would say brother?"

She looked between a confused Cleo and Etho, who just shrugged.

"You're useless. This is my younger brother Kakashi, God of the Depths and Deep Sea Creatures."

"You're Kakashi?!" Gem shouted above the sudden explosion of noise through the pirate bar.

Etho sent Gem a weak, sheepish look before turning back to Lizzie.

"Way to rat me out sis."

"How did I rat you out? That's your name," Lizzie shot back.

"I go by Etho now and-"

"That's a weird name," Lizzie offered with a scoff.

"My friend gave it to me."

"This friend?" Lizzie said, turning to look at Gem.

"No, she shot me with a harpoon," Etho said chuckling despite the horrified look Lizzie sprouted as she looked between Etho and Gem.

"I was trying to get the bounty on the Kakashi monster! I didn't know it was your brother! Or a god! Wait, what do you mean I shot you? That wound wasn't from my harpoon! Right? Etho!" Gem shouted back, half in defense and half as an explosion of the utter confusion broiling in her.

"What did you do? Why is there a bounty on your head?" Lizzie poked Etho in the chest, glaring at him with more fire in her eyes than Gem thought an ocean goddess should be able to muster.

"How long do you have?" Etho laughed.

"Skizz!" Lizzie shouted, not breaking eye contact with Etho.

"Yes?" The bartender poked a head out from the back room.

"How much rum is left?"

"As much as you need miss," he called back.

"Then we have plenty of time. Sit," she finally removed her finger from Etho's chest pointing to an empty table.

"And explain why people want you dead."

Me everyday checking if there is a new gemtho fic. Wishing @blacktofade has post a new gemtho fic (a part 3 of the dungeon is ready for it's next victim) or @blackboxtheater post a new fic like we were shy, eye to eye.

I just have 4 day's till I'm back to university and i need to feed my gemtho obsession. If u have any recommendations pls pls share!!!

#GOOD LUCK AT UNIVERSITY #drabbles #the pirates AU is expanding team #the weird screeching noises is the undersea language of the sea gods #Lizzie is the ocean goddess of like coral reefs and ocean currents #Etho is the ocean god of like the weird translucent fish that lives at the bottom on the ocean with no light

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lord-shitbox · 2 years ago

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whole ask game

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

haven't gotten bored of the default one the phone came with yet

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

chocolaet

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

yea (doesnt elaborate)

🎵 Last song you listened to?

umm. dragula by rob zombie apparently. turns on music now its kimagure mercy by 八王子P

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

yea (doesn't elaborate)

actually theres some if you search juhaku. the sickfic one is my favorite

😏 Are you on discord?

yea im not posting my username here but i have no qualms with giving it to anyone specific

💛 Do you have any piercings?

7 of them! 3 sets of earlobe piercings and one conch. i should get more now that i have a job.. im so cheap maybe ill just get them done at claires. i dont have 2k to drop freely on holes in my ears and i dont trust anyone i know to safetypin me

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

i dont really think about single particular signs so idk. their opinions on boobs?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

uhh. choccate chip....wait maybe those frosted ones with the sprinkles

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

ouppy

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

headphones tbh

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

idk i was making myself a drink (half a java monster + espresso pod + hot cocoa mix btw) and my mom was there so

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

Umm. Cyclamen poison is stored in the tuber

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

night owl

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

my bed

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

looks at the shit i post. looks at icon. uhhh no

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

Chilling chilling & chilling

👖 Jeans or sweatpants

sweatpants are so much more comfortable but black jeans look cooler

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

mocha cookie crumble frappe i think?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

i dont hate colors intensely tbh

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

whole nuramago manga set

☕ Coffee or tea?

i like mocha flavor a lot & i also like drinking shitloads of extremly watery tea. basically i like them both

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

off the top of my head, ankylosaur

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

like 4 n a half years

🌴 Desert island item?

gaming pc

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

like jellyfish glimmering in the abyss. also blood crystals..

🔮 What’s your dream job?

anything that pays...honestly my current job is really good i be getting paid more than a dollar over min wage to be on my phone in the back

💙 Relationship status?

not dating anyone nor do i think i really want to rn

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

man i forget what i own. i need harnesses

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

i can never think of them off the top of my head but i remember everything when it comes on

🤎 What color is your hair?

like. black-brown. it lightens as it gets longer because of sun exposre ive been thinking about dyeing it again tho..

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

nope. not aloud anyway

💄 Do you wear makeup?

dollar store crayon eyeliner

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

i forgettttttttttttt actually a buddy like WAY back told me my vibes are like a street market in winter actually. i cant promise this is a favorite but i hope hes doing alright

💞 @ your favorite blog.

if you are in my notes regularly i love you soo much. even/especially if I don't follow you baclk I promise

#asks

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leftfoot · 4 years ago

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Heres a drunk poem for my side blog with no followers

I feel empty

I am so terrified of being an addict

But I’m already an addict

I pretend I’m not

One drink

One white claw turns into 6

One white claw

Turns into triple shots of fire

I’ve already been to rehab

I think I got it before I needed it

But maybe I always need it

Or something

I wake up hungover at 6 AM

I groggily get ready in 20 minutes

I buy three roller bites from 7 eleven

Monterey Jack, beef and cheese, and Buffalo

I get a mean bean Java monster

Some days I also get ten dollars in gas

I don’t remember the last time I even had half a tank

And I drive 15 minutes to work ten hours

I feel fine by the end of my shift

But the mornings are hard

Only to come home and drink again

I know the opposite of addiction is connection

But I hardly spend a moment alone

So why is this happening?

Every time I take a shot I think of kurt

Kurt R

Rehab was hard

But not getting the opportunity to know him after rehab was harder

I think of how disappointed he would be

To see me following him

The man I dubbed my father in our few short months together

Like galaxies colliding

But his galaxy shot itself in the head

Two weeks after graduating rehab

For the second time

Once again I am fatherless

I think about his actual daughters

Which is funny

He said I reminded him of his oldest

I am my biological fathers oldest

I wish he would’ve shot himself instead

He still gets to walk this earth and abuse whoever crosses his path

Kurt wanted to get better

But he didn’t

He’s fucking dead and he’s not coming back

His four daughters are left scrambling

And the daughter he met in those brief months

Brief months attempting to heal

Takes up his torch

#I’m so sad #it was a year ago a month from now #poetry #drunk poetry #drunk poem #loss #rehab #rehab trauma

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saoirse-1887 · 4 years ago

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for your Angela S. D. Holmes oc post, if ur still answering questions about it: 1. d&d alignment? 2. mbti? 3. fun fact(s) about her 4. choice of weaponry? 5. favorite food? 6. general demeanor? 7. pet peeves? 8. what does s.d. stand for? 9. describer her favorite outfit 10. coffee or tea? 11. likes/dislikes? 12. favorite color? 13. your favorite thing about her? (sorry if this is a lot lmao just choose what u would like to answer ^^)

AAAAA YESS!

Okay first, thank you for asking about my OC! I love talking about my characters to people (other than my girlfriend because she hears about them wayyyy too much). Secondly, if you think I won't answer all of these, you're mistaken.

1. Definitely a chaotic good, she can be quick to make assumptions but overall she has a really good moral and ethical standpoint

2. *takes the test as said character* ENTJ-A (apparently)

3. She absolutely adores John for no reason other than the fact that he understands and likes Sherlock

4. Handgun or kitchen knife (for refrence: Her house was broken into and she was cooking so she threatened the guy with the steak knife in her hand)

5. Ginger nuts (she gets it from her Uncle)

6. Really fun, outgoing, and sometimes a little spontaneous. Though she can be serious when needed.

7. When people she doesn't know try to tell her what to do/she's doing something wrong (when it's acrually right)

8. Her full name is Angela Saoirse Daisy Holmes. Angela being Kirk's grandmother's name (Kirk is my other OC who is Mycroft's late husband, and his grandmother was the one who raised Kirk), Saoirse is the name Mummy and Daddy Holmes would've given Sherlock if he were a girl, Daisy was a suggestion from Siger because 'he thought it would be cute to have a granddaughter named Daisy), and then the last name Holmes.

9. She has two favourite outfits: a) a black tailored pantsuit with a red undershirt. Her locket from Sherlock and her glasses. Red high-top converse (or red flats depending on the event), and a bracelet from Kirk.

b) Black jeans, black hoodie with flannel over it, Doc Martens and the most obnoxiously jingly bracelets she can find.

10. There are two answers: calm days she drinks tea. On the days she wants to commit arson: Java Monster

11. Likes people she's familiar with, quiet places (libraries, art exhibits, museums, etc.), flowers and science. Dislikes strangers, public transportation, loud people, deafening silence, and certain sensory sensations (textures, sounds, tastes etc)

12. Dark Red

13. She's like a mini John AND Sherlock, she has the mind and processing of Sherlock(but mostly Mycroft because she's his daughter), but the understanding of John (I would say 'or Kirk' but he was killed she she was little)

Once again thank you SO FRICKIN MUCH for the ask!

#saoirse says things sometimes #saoirse answers asks #sherlock holmes #sherlock #221b #john watson #mycroft holmes #sherlock oc #I hope you come back for more asks!#thank you for the ask!

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starblazerm31 · 6 years ago

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The Arcana HC Main 6 As Retail Workers

So I’ve worked retail the majority of my working life. Took things I’ve seen and applied it to the characters of The Arcana.

Asra

He's that one guy who gets along with (almost) everybody.

Works hard, moves with ungodly speed.

Leaves pranks scattered around the back room. Waits patiently for a yelp followed by a "Dammit, Asra!!"

Did Asra just clear that pallet in fifteen minutes?! Yes, he did.

Customers love him. He's very helpful and polite, even to Karens...ESPECIALLY to Karens

He's one of those guys who knows exactly where everything in the store is.

He's also that guy who is ALWAYS stoned at work, but no one can tell.

Takes longer breaks than he should, but no one cares because he's so damn good at his job

Brings an amazing homecooked lunch.

Started laying down heavy spices on it when it started to get stolen.

It didn't get stolen again.

Nadia

She's the general manager.

God level customer service skills. Her store's surveys are always overflowing with positive customer satisfaction scores.

She's one of those rare gems of a boss who gets work done but also retains the respect of her team.

Her store looks immaculate.

She's kinda stern on dress code. You represent this store, you gotta look sharp. Did you even comb your hair today? Wash your face? Brush your teeth? She notices.

Karens beware. She can see through your shit.

She doesn't tolerate customers abusing her team members. You're yelling at an employee? No reason is a good reason, but there had better actually be a problem. Otherwise, enjoy your store ban.

Takes care of her team. We have a really big sale coming up that is expected to fill the store with customers. Amazing food and ALL THE SODA will be provided in the break room. Enjoy! Hey, you seem really down today. Do you need to talk? Let's go to my office where you can vent.

Asra, Julian, this is the second time I've caught you two loafing. Please get back to work.

Actually gets out there and works with her team. It's a truck day? Nadia is out there pushing stock with them. The cash registers are backed up? She logs on and starts ringing people up.

Doesn't take District's bull. No, that's a terrible plan for my store. Why? Because it impedes on *proceeds to list a mile and a half's reasons as to why corporate's new plan is a terrible idea*

Julian

He's not fast, but he sure is efficient.

He's one of the guys always having to take huge items to customers' cars.

One of the best in sales. He knows tons of random facts about tons of things in the store, is good with people, and is honest. Yeah...you might not want that one, honestly. This one is made by a better manufacturer, has really positive ratings on Amazon, and comes with a warranty.

Is the guy most likely to reply "I'm with a customer, can someone else get that for me?" when called on the walkie.

Smokes (Vapes) with Asra and Muriel during lunch and after work.

Can always be found on top of a ladder in the back room.

Never seems to stop moving... It is said that only Nadia has seen Julian loaf. But then again, Nadia sees everything.

There are five Monster Javas in the break room fridge. They are all Julian's. Ah, so THERE's where that energy comes from...

Works here part/full time while going to med school. Damn, dude.

Is usually the recipient of Asra's pranks.

Gets constantly asked if he can pull something down from a high shelf by a customer/fellow employee.

Muriel

The other guy hauling big items to people's cars.

Head of the truck line. Dude can toss boxes like no one else.

Knows that the store would indeed be fucked without him (And Nadia is painfully aware of this too), so he loafs and hides when he feels like it.

Tries not to interact with customers much. When he has to, he does so begrudgingly. He'll tell them what they need to know, then shuffle away quickly.

Can usually be found high up on a lift, fiddling with something or bringing down a huge pallet from back stock.

The master of spill cleaning.

He's the powerhouse that comes on to the sales floor with two huge pallets of dogfood stacked as tall as he is, and he still manages to get it all stocked on the shelves before anyone really notices.

If he doesn't know where something is, he is quick to hand the customer off to another team member...the thing is, he knows where everything in the store is. Muriel...

He is the guy who is really mysterious to other co-workers. They will huddle together in groups and titter about him while watching him lift something really heavy.

Hangs out with Asra a lot, and knows exactly where he hid his pranks.

He and Asra take way too many tok-erm-smoke breaks.

Portia

Works the customer service desk.

Super polite to everyone, but salty enough to use that politeness to make Karens look like idiots.

Takes care of her cashiers. She makes sure they have enough change, enough rolls of receipt tape, and keeps up with each one's break periods.

She allows the cashiers to keep a drink at their register, as long as they don't drink in front of customers.

No one stands around bored. There really is plenty to do. Restock the candy and gum. Wipe down your register. No one likes a gunky pin pad.

Is usually the one making all the calls on the walkie.

Multitasking queen. Ringing up refunds while calling for carry-outs on the walkie AND taking phone calls? Yes, Portia can.

Complaints come to Portia before they go to Nadia.

Like Julian, she never seems to stop moving...

Store re-shop (the stuff people leave lying around and return for refunds) gets sorted quickly and efficiently. And she makes sure the store team know when they have re-shop for their department.

Keeps up with store goals. Sales goals, credit card sign-ups, website referrals, everything.

Lucio

Assistant Manager.

No one can freaking stand him.

When he leaves, you can guarantee one of the team members is hissing "Man, I swear I'm gonna quit, this is BULLSHIT!"

Best salesman on the floor (pretty much the only reason he still has this job), and he makes sure everyone knows it. Your customer bought the vacuum and bags? Cute. I got a lady to buy a 60" HD flatscreen, video cables, sound system, AND sold three-year warranties on them all. Mmmm...smell that commission.

He's that manager that can completely demoralize a good situation. You got all the stock put out an hour and a half early? Good job, guys! Now get to work on the new displays for the month. And remember...I'll be checking on each of you to point out your mistakes.

When he's not oppressing the store team, he can usually be found in his office browsing his phone.

The only reason he doesn't hand out pointless write-ups like candy is because Nadia won't let him.

The Karen asskisser.

The intended recipient of Asra's pranks.

Tried to get Asra, Muriel, and Julian in trouble for smoking, but Nadia quickly told him that they did more work and held more influence in this store than he ever would. In short...they weren't replaceable. He was.

Was the person stealing Asra's lunch. Spent the rest of the day running to the bathroom. He never touched Asra's lunch again.

@bazzpop @alongtherailway @i-am-arcana-trash @count-lucios-titties @ilyasterisk @apprentice-grace @arcanathots @arcanamemes @the-arcana-fluff-and-stuff @ryanthatsgay

#the arcana #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana nadia #the arcana muriel #the arcana portia #the arcana lucio #the arcana headcannons #the arcana headcanons #starblazerm31 headcanons

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kawaii-kozume · 5 years ago

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Hi!! Write-tober week 1 done and posted early!!! My estimated posting times at Saturdays so don't get used to this but enjoy this one!!

Fandom: RWBY

Pairing: Qrow Branwen/James Ironwood

Rating: G

Title: Sticky Notes and Spilled Boba

Word Count: 2,886

The sun was starting to set behind the mountains in the west and James Ironwood was driving right into it. Even though he wore sunglasses, he found himself squinting against the harsh rays. It had been a long day at work and he wanted nothing more than to just get home so he could relax. His phone lit up with a text message.

New Text Message

From: Glynda

His roommate didn’t usually text him unless it was important. He frowned and glanced up at the traffic that moved slowly along the freeway.

From: Glynda

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James sighed and opened the phone. He pulled up his conversation with Glynda. Before he could read the text, the car in front of his came to a stop. He pressed on his brakes and glanced back down to read the message.

Glynda: i dont know how i did it, but i killed dinner. pick something up?

The picture that came with it was of one of their baking dishes with what looked like lasagna blackened and charred. James stared up at the roof of his car and heaved a deep sigh. He loved Glynda, really he did. She was the sister he never had. They’d seen each other through the hardest times of their lives so far and when he was ready to move out at 22, she was the only one who supported him. They’d had a good arrangement. James worked days, she worked nights. They saw each other for breakfast and dinner usually and to the outsider, they functioned like a married couple. James had no problems with his life, although he knew that he and Glynda had their moments. Like now for example. All James wanted to do was get home and relax.

The car in front of him began to move forward.

“Siri, text Glynda.” James said. The car’s mic picked it up and Siri opened a new message.

“Sure, what do you want to say?” Siri asked.

“What do you want picked up? I’m stuck in traffic so I may be cutting it close to get to you in time.” James spoke clearly, knowing Siri tended to misinterpret his speech.

“Got it. Would you like to send it?” Siri asked.

“Yes.” James said. He continued to work his way down the highway, needing to slam on his brakes a couple times due to other drivers.

New Text Message

From: Glynda

James tapped the notification and glanced down as he crawled along.

Glynda: i don't care. popeyes?

James: Okay. I’m stopping for gas too. About 20 minutes.

Glynda: k. i'm getting into shower. doors unlocked.

James set his phone down as he passed the bulk of the traffic and merged over to his exit. Once he was off the highway, he coasted down surface streets to the Popeyes closest to his apartment and spent 13 minutes there. After securing the bag of chicken strips and mac ‘n cheese, he sped down the road to the gas station. 5 minutes until when he told Glynda he’d get home. He jumped out of his car and went through the process of pumping gas. After setting it to auto pump, he ran into the little minimart to grab a Java Monster. It wasn’t too busy at 5:45pm, but there were two people ahead of him to check out. When he got to the counter the teenager made small talk as she rang him up.

“Hey, you again! Kinda a warm fall we’re having, yeah?” She asked. She had long, wild, golden hair that was pinned back away from her face. Her purple eyes were bright for someone close to finishing their shift.

“Uh, yeah. I heard we’re supposed to get a heatwave this weekend.” James replied. He pulled his card from the chip reader.

“Yuck, well stay cool.” She smiled at him as he took his canned drink and walked to the door. He was patting his pockets making sure he didn’t accidentally leave anything and nudge the door open with his shoulder. He was unprepared to feel resistance and then none as he pushed it open. He looked up from the ground and saw a man sprawled on the concrete on the other side of the door. James came to the realization that he hit the man with the gas station door.

“Oh my gods.” James reached out a hand to help the man up. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you through the glass.”

The man accepted James’ hand and pulled against James as he stood up. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft. He met James’ eyes and James’ breath was stolen from his chest. The man was gorgeous. His eyes were a deep rose red and he had a small amount of stubble across his jawline. Needless to say, James was smitten.

“It’s okay. You seemed lost in thought and I wasn’t paying attention to the door.” The man said with a chuckle. Then his nose started bleeding.

“Oh, your nose.” James said. The man brought a hand to his nose and pulled it away seeing the blood.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ll be okay.” He insisted. James shook his head.

“No, let me get tissues. I’ll be right back.” James jogged across to his car, threw the can in his cup holder and grabbed napkins he kept in the center console. He ran back to the man who was now tilting his head back.

“Oh no, tilt your head forward. Otherwise the blood drains down your throat.” James said. He held up a tissue to the man’s nose and pinched as the man tilted his head forward. He watched James through his long lashes and James felt his cheeks heat up slightly. He prayed he wasn’t actually blushing.

“Thanks…” The stranger started.

“James, uh, Ironwood.” James stammered out. The stranger smirked.

“Ironwood, huh?” With his eyebrow raised and the smirk still on his face, James knew his cheeks were at least pink. “I’m Qrow.”

“Like the bird?”

“Exactly.”

James pulled the napkin away and saw Qrow’s nose was still bleeding. He held up another napkin and Qrow took over pinching his nose. As their fingers brushed again, James’ heart stuttered. Why was this man having such an effect on him?

“I’ll be okay from here.” Qrow said.

“Are you sure? Do you need anything?” James asked.

“Your number if you’re willing.” Qrow replied so smoothly, James nearly choked on his breath.

“Uhh, yeah. Yeah, sure.” James reached into his pocket, searching for something to write on and pulled out a purple sticky note and pen from his desk at work. He scribbled his number and held it out to the other man who watched him with wide eyes, as if he wasn’t expecting the pick up line to work.

“Oh, uh, okay. Thanks. I’ll be going now.” Qrow accepted the note and shuffled away inside the little store. James walked back to his car, ears pink, questioning whether it was smart or not to give his number to a stranger, albeit a pretty stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. He was pulled out of his thinking when he saw the Popeyes bag and realized it was 5 minutes past when he told Glynda he’d be home. He tore out of the gas station parking lot and if he sped a little on the way home, nobody would be wiser.

***

“I can’t believe you actually got his phone number. Run me by what happened again?” Summer asked from her perch on the back of the couch. Qrow had gotten home about an hour ago and immediately told Summer what happened. He was laying across the recliner now, holding the purple sticky note up from his face.

“He hit me with the door, my nose started bleeding and he helped stop it. I joked and asked for his number, he handed me this, and left.” Qrow said. His head was still trying to process the event and he wondered briefly if he had a concussion.

“Well, are you going to message him?” Summer asked.

“I don’t know. Would it be weird?”

“Depends, was he cute?”

“Extremely.”

“Then do it.”

“What if he’s a murderer or something? You’re supposed to talk me out of this, not encourage it.” Qrow sat up and looked at Summer.

“If he’s a murderer then at least you’ll die after going out with someone. Someone attractive at that.”

Qrow scowled at her. She had a point though. It had been too long since he went out.

“Go somewhere in public. The new poke place down the road for example.” Summer stood on the couch cushion and stepped off the couch. “Until then though, help me in the kitchen.”

Qrow pulled out his phone and plugged the number in the To: line. He took a breath and started typing his message.

To: 348XXXXXXX

It’s Qrow, from the gas station. Would you like to get dinner Friday?

Qrow hit sent and dropped his phone in the chair, hoping to forget about the message but 15 minutes later as he rinsed seeds out of a bell pepper, he wondered if James responded.

***

“Glynda!” James shouted into the phone. Glynda had taken a break and called after seeing a string of frantic messages from her friend.

“James, please. There’s no need to shout.”

“Apologies. It’s just, the gas station man texted me.” James clutched the phone. “He-he asked me out.”

“And you don’t want to go?” Glynda’s voice took on her I’m reasoning with a 2 year old tone.

“No, that’s not it. I just-I don’t know if it’s safe?” As soon as James said the excuse he knew it was a lie.

“Honestly, James. Just reply yes. This could be really good for you.” Glynda scolded him and James knew she was right. He wasn’t going to admit it yet though.

“Fine.”

“Tell me about it tomorrow morning. I’m hanging up now. Try not to freak out.” The call ended and James pulled up the new conversation with a number. He added it as Qrow(Gas Station).

To: Qrow(Gas Station)

Sure. Did you have somewhere in mind?

James was surprised that a response came 20 minutes later.

From: Qrow(Gas Station)

Ever had poke?

No, but I’m down.

Koibito Poke, 6pm?

Sure, sounds good.

James stared down at the phone screen and reread the conversation a couple of times before setting his phone down, deciding to distract himself for the rest of the night.

***

Friday came too quickly for James’ liking. He was growing nervous as he changed. He’d gotten off work later than he’d liked and rushed through a quick shower and was now deciding on gelling his hair to the side or not. He frowned at his reflection in the mirror and decided to go natural.

“I’ll be back sometime. If I’m not back by midnight though and you haven’t heard from me, send out a search party.” James told Glynda. She was sitting on their couch, holding a mug and watching the news.

“I’ll try to keep an eye on the time. May get distracted.” Glynda said casually. James made a mental note to text her before he came home. He’d only made the mistake of not doing that once.

“Have fun!” She said cheerily. He walked outside and started down the sidewalk to the poke shop. It was a cool night and he’d rather save gas so he walked. He continued to wonder about the situation he got himself in. On one hand, he was very interested in the idea of dating the man he ran into. On the other, he was terrified. The last man he’d dated was, not a great person and in all honesty, James was afraid to do this again. But something about Qrow was so inviting. He was lost in his head so much he didn’t realize he’d gotten to his destination or that there was somebody in front of him. He knocked into the same man he’d been daydreaming about, nearly sending him to the ground again. James had reached out and grabbed Qrow’s shirt, stopping him from falling.

“Oh!” Qrow yelped and stepped forward to regain his balance. He turned around to see James, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“You have a knack for daydreaming, huh?” He asked. James’ blush just got darker and he glanced away.

“I’m very sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He muttered. Qrow tilted his head.

“It’s kind of endearing.” James looked at him.

“It is? I’ve hit you twice now, and you say it’s endearing. You’re different, aren’t you?” James asked, opening the door of the little shop.

“Different doesn’t necessarily mean bad.” Qrow winked and walked up to the counter where a man was waiting for their orders. Qrow's order rolled off his tongue effortlessly. James noted he must come here regularly. He stepped up to the counter and ordered a medium bowl with salmon and spring mix base. There were so many options to choose from but James knew going into this, he’d only be able to have a few. Much to his surprise, as he approached the end of the line and the man checked them out, Qrow paid.

“I invited you out, I pay.” He said, picking up his bowl. “Want to eat inside or out?”

“It may get a little cold outside.” James gestured to the table to their side. He set down his bowl and pulled a chair out, offering it to Qrow.

“Oh, a gentleman!” Qrow joked as James pushed his chair in. James blushed and sat down across the man.

“So, um.” James tried, searching for a topic to talk about while they ate, “What do you do?”

Qrow tilted his head and smiled softly at him. James grew more uncomfortable and looked down to his bowl.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Qrow said. They ate in awkward silence for a couple minutes until Qrow cleared his throat.

“What about 20 questions? Basic things to try and get to know each other.” He offered. James thought about it and decided it couldn’t hurt.

“Sure, you can go first.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Red, but like a soft, pinkish-red. Yours?”

“Blue, like azure blue.”

They went back and forth like that, trading questions and answers. James learned Qrow lived with his sister’s family and he was a bartender. In return, Qrow learned James was an assistant at an engineering firm and really loved astronomy. Soon, they’d run out of food to eat and their 20 questions came to an end. James didn’t really want the night to end though and he remembered a boba shop down the way.

“How do you feel about boba?” He asked as he and Qrow left the shop. Qrow flashed him a smile.

“I love boba.” And so along they went. As they walked along, James was extremely aware of Qrow’s proximity and nearly jumped out of his skin when their hands brushed against each other. After picking up their drinks, they continued walking down the street, towards the neighborhood, making conversation about a show they both watched. James was partially paying attention to what Qrow was saying about the character arc of one of the side characters and didn’t realize Qrow stopped in front of a house. So naturally, as their relationship pattern was, James ran into him, knocking the boba from Qrow’s hand. The both watched as the cup hit the pavement and splattered everywhere. James groaned internally.

“Your mind must be huge to always be in it. What were you thinking about?” Qrow asked, shaking his hand of the milk tea. He didn’t look upset and glanced at James, awaiting an answer. James shook his head.

“Nothing, its dumb. Here, you can finish mine if you want.” James offered his cup to Qrow who accepted it with another wide smile.

“It’s not dumb. I won’t judge, promise.” He took a sip of the drink and James took a breath.

“I was just thinking about how this is probably the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” James spoke quietly, not sure if he wanted Qrow to hear it or not. But Qrow did.

“Good, I’m glad. I’d kinda like to do this again, if you’re interested.” Qrow looked up from under his eyelashes and James smiled.

“Really? Even if I keep running into you?”

“Especially if you keep running into me.”

They both stood there, regarding the other for a moment, then it grew into an awkward silence.

“Um, cool, yeah, I’d like to continue seeing you.” James stammered out. Qrow nodded.

“Well, um, I had a great time. This one’s mine, um, you be good to walk home?” Qrow asked.

“Yeah, I’m not too far from here actually.”

“Oh, cool.”

Another awkward silence. James so badly wanted to just lean forward and kiss Qrow but before he could ask, Qrow leaned up and kissed his left cheek then scurried off into the house. James stood there a moment, bringing a hand up to his face to touch the spot Qrow kissed. As he turned to walk away, he caught a glimpse of long, golden hair in the front window. Interesting, perhaps fate wasn’t to blame but nonetheless, James was happy he hit Qrow with that door days ago.

#james ironwood #qrow branwen #ironqrow #sam writes #samswritetober

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venser · 5 years ago

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50 questions you’ve never been asked before

tagged by @local-vamp (tysm!!!)

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?: blue

2. Name a food you never eat?: meatloaf

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?: ok i usually feel too warm but i’m told that i run cold so i’m not sure what that says about me

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: working on the last (and most time consuming) section of this pixel art

5. What is your favorite candy bar?: green tea kitkats

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?: yeah

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?: “that’s a human person!” in reference to hearing what grimes named her kid

8. What is your favorite ice cream?: green tea ice cream mochi

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?: loca mocha monster java

10. Do you like your wallet?: yeah but it’s seen so much use i need to get a new one

11. What was the last thing you ate?: tacos

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: if it weren’t for the fact that i’m currently unemployed due to this pandemic i would’ve gotten this protomen shirt i’ve had my eye on for months

13. The last sporting event you watched?: a baseball game as a part of a school trip that i didn’t pay attention to

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: either movie theater butter or caramel

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: my mom

16. Ever go camping?: i think my last camping trip was back in the third grade??

17. Do you take vitamins?: lmao no

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?: no

19. Do you have a tan?: if i’m not wearing an extra thiccccc coating of sunscreen during the summer i’ll burn to the point where moving hurts

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?: pizza

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?: i try not to

22. What color socks do you usually wear?: white. what does it fuckin matter, nobody can see them

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: i don’t drive :)

24. What terrifies you?: the unknown

25. Look to your left, what do you see?: my cat licking his ass

26. What chore do you hate?: flea med day. it’s the worst day of the month and i know my cat needs it but he’s so fucking strong and if i’m not holding him juuuuust right he’ll buck up and hit me with the back of his head

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: steve irwin

28. What’s your favorite soda?: dr pepper

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?: i would usually go in unless i’m wearing my work uniform bc then i just get nothing but questions about work and i don’t want to talk about work when i’m not at work i do enough of that at work!!!!

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?: my mom

31. Favorite cut of beef?: i don’t really,,,,, eat beef,,,,,,, that much????

32. Last song you listened to?: Light Up the Night by the Protomen

33. Last book you read?: Tom King’s Mister Miracle

34. Favorite day of the week?: man every day’s fuckin,,,,, monday now i don’t even know anymore

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?: i dont even know what DAY it is how could i possibly say the alphabet backwards

36. How do you like your coffee?: it has to be cold and sweet (i almost exclusively drink mocha frappuccinos and monster javas if i’m going to get coffee)

37. Favorite pair of shoes?: i dont care i literally get the same shoes every year when i need new ones so i don’t have to spend my day at the shoe store

38. The time you normally go to sleep?: i dont wanna answer that

39. The time you normally get up?: or that

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets bc i’m not grumpy about getting up

41. How many blankets on your bed?: yes

42. Describe your kitchen plates: those corelle plates that are almost indestructible unless you have super shitty luck that day and then they just shatter into a billion itty bitty teeny tiny pieces that you need to pick up before your dear, sweet, dumbass cat comes in and tries to eat them

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?: i don’t drink

44. Do you play cards?: i am literally banned from playing cards at game night

45. What color is your car?: i dont drive :)

46. Can you change a tire?: i mean if you give me ten minutes to look up a tutorial then yeah probably

47. Your favorite province?: like canadian? i guess nova scotia??? because thats the only one i can think of from the top of my head???

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?: i work at a zoo!!! what’s not to love!!!!

49. How did you get your biggest scar?: i don’t think this really counts as a scar but i have a piece of graphite stuck in my thigh that you can still see through my skin

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?: i got my sister a toolbox as an early mother’s day gift bc all she has is like. a hammer and a handful of allen keys and she was suuuuper excited about it

I’m gonna tag @nghtving @the-imaginative-fox @nightflings @livia-art and anyone else who wants to do this!

#about me tag #don't feel pressured to do this tho!!!

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profoundnet · 6 years ago

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Thank you to all these amazing people for participating in the Profound Bond’s Halloween Exchange 2018! I hope everyone enjoyed their amazing gifts. Massive thanks as well to the wonderful @foxymoley for the banner, who never fails us with her brilliant art.

Apologies for the slightly (very) late masterpost, but please enjoy all the amazing creations below the cut!

If you’d like to join the gift exchange, then head on over and join our discord! Information can be found on the wiki which you can access here.

Let Me Live that Fantasy by @profound-boning for justann

"Let's get sexy," Cas mutters against his lips.

Explicit Rating

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - Angels are known, Angel Castiel, PWP, Smut, Fluff, Medical Kink, Doctor Sexy Costume, Wing Kink

Shitty Timing and Slutty Cops by @lunavva for profound-boning

“There’s literally nothing here, man,” Dean says, running his hand down his face. “We’re doomed. I’m fired.”

“Not yet," Cas tells him.

Dean snorts. “You’re right,” he says. “I have three hours and then I’m fired.”

No Rating

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Fluff, Teenage Destiel

The Samhain Trials by @jemariel for TobytheWise

On Samhain night, the veil is thin, not only between the spirit world and our own, but between humankind and their inner natures.

Every year, the hunt is run. Alphas and omegas brave the woods in search of glory and passion. Every year, Dean Winchester comes out alone. The soulbrand on his neck means that he has a True Mate, and what should be a blessing has only been a curse.

He hopes, and he waits, and this year his soulbrand has been itching as if it were newly risen.

It's nearly sundown.

Explicit Rating

Tags: AU - Soulmates, AU - A/B/O, True Mates, Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean, Mating Bond, First Time, Smut

Zom-bee Mine by a_dusky_gold for Nox-lee

Gabriel's careless gift becomes the promise of a lifetime.

No Rating

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Teenage Destiel, Friends to Lovers, Reunions, Foster Care, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

Cuffs and Coffee Cups by @wargurl83 for alessariel

Dean’s a barista at The Java Break in Lawrence. Castiel is an FBI agent sent undercover to KU to track down a drug ring that’s sending kids to the hospital. He tracks the dealer to The Java Break where he meets Dean and starts to fall for him. But Dean has secrets that he has to keep from Castiel. Will they be able to meet in the middle?

Explicit Rating

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Barista Dean, FBI Agent Castiel

Of Dragons and Princesses by @elizasugarcane for haikuhamster

“I don’t wanna go-oo-ooooh!”, Claire wailed at the top of her lungs. It seemed like no matter what he said, Cas just couldn’t convince her, that she would be fine but that they really needed to leave the car and enter the hospital they had been sitting in front of for about 10 minutes now.

General Rating

Tags: Doctor Dean, Single Parent Castiel

A Halloween Treat by @deadlykittenkaywriting for tfw_cas

It's the annual Halloween party at the Roadhouse and there's a special little treat for everyone that's invited. Also, did you hear what Batman did to Superman?

Teen Rating

Tags: Halloween Costumes, Mutual Pining, First Kiss

Never Play with Things which should Stay Lifeless by @justann42 for starmouse123

Castiel is a warlock and had a new potion which he wanted to try.

Is this really a good idea?

General Rating

Tags: AU - Urban Fantasy, Fluff and Angst, Crack

Hard to believe by @surlybobbies for binJLG

He was suddenly giddy with the memory of last night, of the risk he took and the reward he received. Warmth suffused him when he remembered the way Cas’s hands had shaken when he raised them to Dean’s cheeks, the awe on Cas’s face that he was allowed to lean in and -

Dean didn’t bother changing; he walked out into the hallway and into the kitchen in faded boxers and the shirt from last night.

And waiting there, watching the percolator drip coffee into the carafe?

“Cas.” It was the first thing he’d said that day, and it felt right.

General Rating

Tags: Canon Universe, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

Reel Drag by @haikuhamster for neonbat

It’d been three days since Dean had eaten. Every time he thought it was safe to leave the cave and hunt, though, the monster would make its presence known once more and remind him that certain death awaited him if he left.

Here in his own head, he could admit that he was terrified.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Creature Fic, Creature Castiel, Zombie Werepire, Bottom Dean, PWP, Wing Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dubious Consent

Holloween by binJGL for loveinghybrid

Dean spirals into a deep depression after casting Michael out and ends up isolating himself. But Castiel WILL NOT let him spend his favorite holiday alone.

Mature Rating

Tags: Canon Divergence, Depressed Dean Winchester, Mental Illness, Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, First Kiss

A Halloween to Remember by @loveinghybrid for lunavva

Dean and Castiel have been friends for years. Although they have been through many Halloweens together, this one was one they both would never forget.

No Rating

Tags: Best Friends, Mutual Pining

Aren’t You a Peach by @supernatural9917fic for surlybobbies

Totally platonic (*cough*) best friends and roommates Dean and Cas get ready for Charlie's classic video game-themed Halloween party, dressed as characters from Super Mario Brothers. But an unexpected glimpse of part of Cas's costume might just change their plans.

Explicit Rating

Tags: AU - College/University, Halloween Costumes, Friends to Lovers, Roommates, Fluff and Smut

Broken Wings and Spooky Things by @nox-lee for wargurl83

A case at a Halloween party takes a dangerous turn and Dean sees a whole new side of Cas.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Post-case, Halloween Costumes, Hurt Castiel, Wing Kink, Smut

Angels and Demons and Treats by @snarkysnartes for elizasugarcane

It's almost Halloween and Dean and Cas' son is feeling just a little bit upset.

General Rating

Tags: Fluff

Sweet Shenanigans by tfw_cas for supernatural9917

When a series of practical jokes occur in and around the bunker in the days leading up to Halloween, TFW 2.0 are left puzzled and a little irritated. Who is pulling these pranks, and for what reason? Dean is determined to discover the truth, and if that means spending time researching with his favourite angel, all the better. Maybe it will even bring them closer together.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Pranks and Practical Jokes, Humor, Fluff and Smut, First Time, Bath Sex

A Promise at Sunrise by @alessariel for spnhell

“Dude, don’t look now, but there’s another guy wearing the same costume as you!” Charlie daintily sipped her drink while Dean nearly spat out his beer.

What starts with a similar costume rapidly turns into the most amazing one-night stand Dean's ever had. Cas is funny, gorgeous, mysterious and really knows how to use his... wings. Among other things.

Dean made Cas promise to stay the night and watch the sunrise with him, but he finds himself hoping that Cas will stay a lot longer than that.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Alternative Universe, Creature Fic, Creature Castiel, Smut and Fluff, Bottom Dean

Under the Mask by @tobythewise for deadlykittenkay

Dean's heart is torn. On the one hand, he's been in love with his roommate slash best friend for years. On the other hand, he's about to meet his online Sir for the first time. His heart (and his dick) are conflicted. What could go wrong?

Explicit Rating

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Online Relationship, Two Person Love Triangle, Sub Dean, Dom Castiel, Roommates, Panty Kink, Sexting, Dirty Talk

A Samhain Nights Dream by @ellenofoz for crypto

Dean and Castiel finally get the chance to go away for a few days to the Ozark Mountains over Halloween. They arrive in town, only to discover that trick or treaters are going missing.

They agree to help out, even though working this case is preventing Dean from getting into his boyfriend’s satin panties. The kids are probably just hiding somewhere, stuffing their faces with candy, right?

Wrong.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Canon Divergence, Fairies, Panty Kink, Cowboy Castiel, Established Relationship, Dorks in Love

Fly Home by @neonbat666 for pimentogirl

Dean tried to be the big brother Sam would be proud of, even if he didn't know the first thing about taking care of an injured raven he found in his backyard. All he had to do was wait for when his Vet brother could swing his ass by and pick it up. Then again, he should have known life was never so easy.

Explicit Rating

Tags: AU - Creature Fic, Creature Castiel, Samhain Magic, Writer Dean

Not the Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back, but the Feather by prolixdreams for a_dusky_gold

Cas can't keep his wings off the Earthly plane. What's causing this, and what will it cause?

Explicit Rating

Tags: Angel Wings, Wing Kink, Road Trip

Every Part of You by @spnhell for jemariel

Dean doesn't get why Cas wants to celebrate Halloween. Every day of their lives is frickin' Halloween, and he's said as much more than once. But Cas won't be swayed, and with Sam off for the month hunting with Garth, Dean decides to hell with it, he's got nothing better to do. Of course, he ends up with way more than he bargained for when Cas takes his command to go and 'change into something more comfortable' a little too literally.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Bunker fic, Canon divergence, Castiel with wings, Wing Kink, Halloween Costumes, Grooming, Smut, Bottom Cas, Fluff

Would You by @leafzelindor for prolixdreams

Dean get's a chance to see Castiel's wings after the empty. Then he gets a chance to touch, which leads to more.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Art in Fic, Wing Kink, Grooming, Bottom Dean, Getting Together

Coffee on Halloween by @foxymoley for ultimatetrollcolinfirth

SFW ART

But Dean Likes Cowboys by @pimentogirl for ellenofoz

SFW ART

He Lost a Bet by @delicious-irony for plaid-and-devils-traps

NSFW ART

Halloween Night by @starmouse123 for beetlepiss

SFW ART

Flash x2 by @foxymoley for snarkysnartes

SFW ART

"Well, one of us is going to have to change” by @cryptomoon for delicious-irony

SFW ART

#pbexchange #pbexchangehalloween #pbexchangemasterpost #member fic #member art

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Why Does It Have To Be Me?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary, Jess, sort of past Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3267

Warnings: Angst, fluff, alternate reality, more angst, technically major character death, jinn universe

Summary: Dean is living his all time fantasy, the thing is what would he sacrifice to keep it?

A/N: So I was watching What is and What Should Never be and it inspired me to write something sort of heartbreaking because I honestly feel like Dean would have given up everything if there had been a few minor adjustments in his fantasy.

He was feeling that itch deep in his bones again, the type of feeling that made sitting trapped in a dingy hotel with his brother seem impossible, so even though he knew that walking into the rundown warehouse alone was risky, he had to do it anyway. It was the typical kind of place, dripping water, broken and rusted pipes protruding from the ceiling, almost certainly the kind of dwelling a monster would hole up in.

A bang from the hallway nearest to him had him walking carefully, flashlight held in front of him, and scanning the area for the jinn they were hunting. It seemed clear this was its lair, that was the ominous part because he knew he had heard something. When he heard a noise in his line of work, it always meant some monster was lurking nearby.

“What the,” he didn’t even have time to finish his sentence as some Mike Tyson looking thing with a faceful of tattoos was grabbing him around the throat and thrusting him against the nearest wall.

The thing didn’t talk, not that they often did, instead he reached a hand up towards Dean’s face. He had nowhere to go, the creature was so much stronger than him that it could have done almost anything and Dean would have to just take it.

He felt his eyes roll up into his head as the monster that grabbed him started to fade out to black. Then there was nothing.

A crack of thunder had him flinging himself upright in bed, the storm had been manufactured by the television that was playing in the background, it was like he was being overcome with vertigo. The landscape around him was so dramatically altered he wasn’t sure what was happening. His mind raced and he fought to catch his breath.

When he turned his head, realizing fully he was suddenly lying in an unfamiliar bedroom, he saw the form of a scantily clad figure beside him. Then he saw the outline of her face. It was none other than Y/N, and why she was wearing nothing besides panties and a tank top while in bed with him was so mind boggling he did the only thing he could think of.

Jumping out of bed he rummaged through the nightstand until his hands closed around a familiar object, his trusty cell, he dialed the only number that he could think of as he tried desperately to figure out how he and his brothers girlfriend had managed to show up in the same place, a place that he had never even seen before.

“Sam,” Dean did his best to control the urge to scream into the phone, “I don’t know why but I just woke up next to your freaking girlfriend,” he was almost panting with fear as he spoke partly concerned with how he got here and partly worried about what his brother was going to say when he found out his girlfriend had run off and was sleeping half-naked with Dean.

“Dean? What are you talking about, Jess is here, asleep just like every night,” Sam’s tone was light and almost filled with laughter.

“Jess, what are you talking about?” Dean’s mind was racing he couldn’t understand why Sam would ever make a joke like that about the only person he had ever really loved besides Y/N, “dude, the point is I was hunting the jinn and it grabbed me and suddenly I wake up in some weird place with your girlfriend in bed with me half-naked.”

“Ok, Dean, I think you should go back to bed, clearly you had a little too much to drink,” and after a slight sigh, “I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

Dean didn’t even have time to continue pleading his case as the phone died with a click. He did the only thing he could think of next, he got out of bed and started roaming through the strange house looking for any clues of what exactly had happened after meeting the monster. As he scanned the hallway he noticed there were pictures hung all around, mainly it was of him and Y/N, both of them crammed together in the shot with arms tangled together and giant grins. His heart sank a little further. He could say with absolute certainty something was wrong because in all the time he had known Y/N she had never looked so happy.

Making his way out to the living room he was glad for the slight illumination coming from a light in the kitchen, he navigated through the unfamiliar terrain and started to flip through the pile of mail on the counter, the first letter was postmarked to Lawerence, Kansas, which was totally impossible, the second was even more concerning, it was addressed to Mrs. Y/F/N Winchester. If she was here with Dean could that really mean that the two of them were married?

“Sweetheart,” a voice called out from behind him.

A part of him didn’t want to turn around but there was something in the soft dulcet tone that had him spinning to face her, “Hey,” he hesitated before testing out his theory, “honey.”

She padded across the room and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, leaning her head against his chest she tilted her head back and looked up at him, the look in her eyes was nothing more or less than love.

“What’s wrong, couldn’t sleep?” She asked and he couldn’t help but notice at this distance the way that her eyes were sleepy and her lashes fell heavily against her cheeks every time she blinked. It was like being in a dream.

“Yeah, sorry I woke you, promise I am coming back to bed,” even though he didn’t know how long he had slept for before waking up in this new reality he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed beside her.

“Good,” she kissed the edge of his jaw and padded back down towards the room he had just wandered out of.

Taking another quick look around as he followed her footsteps he saw what proved in his mind that this had to all be some sort of dream. Hanging right beside the bedroom door was a photo, it was something that he had only seen in his most private fantasies. Him and Y/N, her in a wedding dress him in a tux, Sam and Jessica standing beside him and none other than Mary Winchester leaning her head on his shoulder.

He knew that when he woke up this would all disappear but he was desperate to have one night in bed beside his temporary wife. Crawling under the sheets beside her he couldn’t help but pull her as close to his chest as possible. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his and listen to her slow breathing until he fell asleep and lost this forever.

The next morning as he cracked open his eyes he fully expected to be transported back to the rundown putrid warehouse but instead, the girl of his dreams, literally, was sleeping softly next to him her hair fanned out around her head and the T.V. still playing low in the background. A thought gripped him as he stared at her feeling the happiness bloom inside of him, and he had to know, he shook her as carefully as possible worried that too much pressure against her skin could somehow shatter this whole reality.

“Baby,” he said quietly, already accepting that this was his new life and loving it, “baby wake up I have to ask you something.”

“What’s wrong,” she said as she slowly rolled over and opened her eyes a look of concern creeping over her face.

“Nothing, nothing's wrong, it’s about Mary,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“You mean your mom?” She asked.

“Yeah, um...how is she these days?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer and be faced with losing her all over again.

“Fine,” she said, “we’re going to see her today it’s her birthday remember?” Are you sure everything is alright?”

He let himself take a deep breath and let out all the stress he was carrying, apparently, this monster was the kind that granted wishes and that was more than alright by him.

Allowing himself to go with the flow was easier than he expected. He got out of bed and explored his new home, taking in the various aspects that help solidify just how amazing it was that he had ended up here. The big flat screen television in the entertainment center in the living room, the ground beef and cheese in the fridge to make burgers for dinner, and the lawnmower out in the garage attached to the modest sized home.

He fiddled around with the coffee maker until he was able to pour out two piping hot cups of java and made sure to make it up exactly how she usually took it back in the other version of reality, and he brought it to Y/N carefully where she was still lounging around in bed. Her hands stretch out to grab him and pull him back into bed, not caring that he was trying to balance cups full of burning hot liquid, and he did his bed to make sure they didn’t spill. At the gesture, he couldn’t help the way his heart soared as she giggled as her hands wrapped around the mug taking mercy on him.

“What’s gotten into you?” She asked as she took a sip of her drink.

“Nothing, just in a good mood is all,” he said as he sat down in bed beside her and took a sip of his own drink.

Later in the day, they started to get ready, mostly though they had spent the time lounging around together. The first time she had leaned in to kiss him he had almost passed out from feeling so overwhelmed with joy. When his lips had brushed against hers, it was like all the years of Dean having watched her doing the same thing with his brother, wishing so much it could have been him, was being washed clean. His mom was alive here. Sam wasn’t miserable at being dragged into a life filled with monsters, he was a lawyer and Jess was still alive. It was like everything was too good to be true but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

As Y/N walked into the living room later that evening, she did a little turn in the knee length black dress she was wearing, the top was low enough it perfectly displayed her cleavage but still left plenty to the imagination, her slight smile though playing at the edges of her face was what made her totally stunning.

“You ready to go?” She asked as she leaned in for a quick kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he said, as he just stared into her eyes, he could have stayed right in this moment forever.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled as she led him out the door.

The restaurant they headed into was way nicer than any he had ever been to, cloth tablecloths lined every table and it was the kind of place that you were supposed to put the fabric napkin in your lap before eating anything. When his mom walked in he thought that maybe he had forgotten how to breathe, she was just as beautiful as he had remembered her being. He scooped her up in a tight hug and completely ignored her confusion at the gesture. When Sam and Jess showed up he did the same still at a total loss of how the jinn could even be considered a monster when it was able to create something so amazing.

“So we have a little surprise for your birthday,” Jess said as she held out her hand to the table, Dean saw the tiny twinkle of the diamond on her finger and clapped his brother on the back.

“Congratulations, you two, this is just great,” he couldn’t help but feel ecstatic that here everyone was living the life that they should have had.

Dinner was smooth except for the brief discourse when his dad was brought up. Learning that he had died of a stroke and not traded his soul for Dean’s was still enough not to sour his mood. Even just having a normal death seemed like some sort of miracle that he couldn’t fully believe. When Sam and Jess suggested they all go back to their mom’s to celebrate Dean couldn’t believe his luck.

There was only one slight problem, a girl was standing in his way, she was wearing a white dress and had long brown hair, but it was her lack of shoes that had her seeming out of place in the hoity-toity joint. It was almost as if the only person that could see her was Dean, and a part of him knew right then that something was horribly wrong, he rushed over to her but by the time he had made it to the place she had been standing his fingers close around nothing more than air.

“You ready to go?” Y/N asked as she walked up beside him.

“Yeah,” he kissed the top of her head, he knew that something was off.

Driving back home he did his best to join in with the light conversation between his brother, Jess, Mary, and Y/N but his mind kept slipping back to the girl in the restaurant. It was the first hint of anything supernatural here and it had him worried. He tried to shove it out of his mind as he made his way into the home of his childhood, one never touched by a murderous fire, and joined into the jovial spirit. After a few beers and a brief exchange of wedding plans, everyone drifted off to bed. Dean was left alone sitting on the couch and pondering just what could possibly be wrong with this perfect universe. He knew a lot of things about monsters and he also knew that there was always a catch. The girl had to be a clue. Flipping through the channels on the television he had been half-ignoring it came to him.

“Today marks the anniversary of United Britannia Flight 424,” the news forecaster spoke as images of a candlelight vigil played on the screen.

His body pushed forward, “No, I stopped that crash.”

It didn’t take him long with Google at his disposal to look up some of the other cases he worked and then he realized it. In this world he and Sam weren’t hunters so all the people he had saved back in his world, here they didn’t make it. Case after case body after body he saw just how much his life impacted those of strangers. A slight flash of white at the edge of his vision had him standing. He followed the blur into the kitchen and was faced with none other than the same girl from the restaurant. This time she no longer looked normal, her hair was ragged and beside her were two burned out looking corpses suspended from the ceiling fan that was slowing turning above him. The next moment though they had vanished. His stomach churned from a combination of the shock of his discovery, cheap beer, and fancy food. It was horrible and he needed a way to clear his head.

He drove without thinking to the only place he knew for certain he would find some solace. As the headstones started to get close enough to come into view he kept driving following the little winding gravel roads one by one until the spot he knew he would recognize. It was the exact same as it had been in his world expect as he walked up to the gray granite slab the name carved there wasn’t Mary Winchester it was John’s.

He spoke to the gravestone, the marker of the man who he knew would have sent him back to the other world kicking and screaming, he started to mimic the way his father would have spoken to him, what his dad would have said about his own happiness, “Your happiness for all those people’s lives no contest.”

He was met with silence.

“Why, why do I have to be some kind of hero, why do we have to sacrifice everything?” He said to no one in particular as a tear fell down the side of his face.

He was crying for more than himself, he was crying for Y/N who was happy here, happy with him. Married and in love, waiting for nothing more than him to come back home and fall asleep next to him. Both of them working real jobs, living in an actual house and his brother happy with Jess. It wasn’t fair and he knew exactly what he had to do.

He drove back to his mom’s house, the place where in this world he grew up with family Christmases and birthday’s where Sam had gotten to walk out of in one piece to go to college and where his mother go to lay her head every night on her pillow and he went to the spare bedroom Y/N had slunk off to earlier to sleep off the two glasses of wine she had at dinner, she was resting peacefully, still in her party dress from earlier. He climbed into bed beside her.

It was three in the morning when he heard a faint rustling that had him opening his eyes. It was the girl he kept seeing only this time it was her suspended by her wrists, beside her was a blood bag that was linked to an IV in her arm, her body was pale and bruised and her eyes were drooping but open. That’s when what her presence there meant finally hit him.

The wheels in his head churned. He wasn’t seeing a ghost of a girl that was haunting him. He was seeing the girl that in the other world he had been sent to the warehouse to save. He was probably there with her right now, in reality, this was just a dream, a vision built to slowly suck the life out of him. He was at a crossroad.

Right at that moment, he turned as he felt the body in bed with him stirring beside him.

“So,” Y/N said, “you figured it out.”

“Yeah,” he said as he turned back to the vision of the girl from the warehouse still hanging there.

“It’s alright Dean, here it will feel like so much longer, and we get to be together, living a normal life,” she leaned her head on his shoulder.

He could feel her weight and warmth and right then it was impossible to believe that this could be anything less than real, and even if it wasn’t, he honestly thought that this life even if it was only temporary it was still better than anything he had back in the other world.

“Your right, it’s ok, the jinn can have me, I’m staying,” he said as he turned away from the dying girl to look at Y/N.

He pressed his lips against hers, the were soft and plump, he could faintly taste cherries as he kissed her from the lip balm she had worn earlier. It didn’t matter if he was in a fantasy. If he only got to do this one more time, losing his life would be worth it.

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