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Saying "I love you" without those words

“If you were the sun, I’d find every horizon to watch you from.”

“If I were the night, I would delay the dawn to keep you dreaming with me.”

“If I were a sunflower, I would face you instead of the sun.”

“If I were a storm, I would strike lightening only to light your path.”

“If you were the moon, I would let you direct me like the tide.”

“If I were a river, and you were the sea, I’d forge a path through mountains just to you.”

“If I were a star, I would fall just to be with you.”

“In every lifetime, in every universe. It will always be you.”

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Writing prompt

Alexandria Ares is ashamed of a lot of things. She’s ashamed of how quickly she falls for some people. She’s ashamed of how hard it is for her to trust and make new friends with other people. She’s ashamed for ever having thought her brothers hated her or would hate her forever. She’s even ashamed of the one time she got caught fucking a stranger in the back of her brother’s car. 

But the thing she’s most ashamed of?

She’s ashamed of having left them alone. For taking a stupid deal and having to cash in on it to save them. For dying and becoming just like the monsters they swore to kill. She’s ashamed of being alive after everything she put them through.

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One last use of this prompt because I have at least one more good response for this.....ok maybe there will be another idk lol: Sam's POV:

She was dead.

The woman that I saw at the bottom of the steps couldn’t have been her. But the sight of her. The way she stood there, amber eyes looking up at me as they had done so many times before when I’d returned here. To home. 

Our home that I had seen explode and turn to ash. The home that we had made ourselves. The place we had decided to grow old together in. The place I had watched the life leave her eyes in not ten feet from where that woman stood now.

No, the doppleganger at the bottom of the steps couldn’t be her. Because she was dead. But that didn’t stop my feet from moving. Didn’t stop my arms from opening wide and hugging her close to my chest, and relishing in the way she relaxed for once. And when we were standing there, warm and real in my arms, I couldn’t stop the words that came from my lips.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” I whispered, biting back tears that threatened to spill over. “You look good. How are you?”

I pushed her back and away from me, studied that gentle but still so fiery expression. The small crinkles by her eyes. The dimples on her cheeks as the soft smile I had come to love played on her lips. The way her eyes still glowed the warm caramel tone of brown I had watched go daul so many years ago.

“Much better now.” She answered.

And it was her. The same voice that had become fairy tales for me in dusty motel rooms. And hummed soft lullabies to me even after long hunts. It was there. She was here.

She was alive.

She's dead. YOU KNOW she's dead; you saw her body at the funeral. When you kept seeing her everywhere, you chalked it up to grief. But this time, you have photo evidence. That’s definitely her.

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She's dead. YOU KNOW she's dead; you saw her body at the funeral. When you kept seeing her everywhere, you chalked it up to grief. But this time, you have photo evidence. That’s definitely her.

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Reposting again for another POV I thought of:

Dean's POV:

She was dead.

And the thing standing in front of me wasn't my sister. This thing wasn't the runt that had come into my life and made it thousands of times better. This was the girl I had saved from nightmares after a hunt. This wasn't the angsty teenager who had taught me how to flirt with other young women in the best way. This wasn’t the woman who had saved my life more than I could count.

This was some monster in a disguise standing at my door. Some hideous thing come to punish me. This was not her.

“Hey, Dean.” It even sounded like her. How dare it sound just like her, “Miss me?”

My hand shook uncontrollably as I raised a finger to point at it. “Who the fuck are you?” My voice shook through the sleep that still rattled it. “You sure as shit ain’t Alex.”

“I promise it is, Dean. I haven’t changed that much, have I?” Was it trying to joke with me now? It laughed. Her laugh. This can't be her, can it? “I…uh…I can prove it if you want. I know things about you only Cas would…”

“What were the first things I said to you?” It was the only thing I could think of. The only thing that mattered to me at this moment.

“What?” It blinked at me. Like it suddenly wasn't sure of itself.

“What did I say to you when we first met.” It wasn't a question that time. The tone was cold as it came from me. I was starting to get sick of its game.

“You said ‘You’re not welcome here. You never will be and we’ll never love you.’ You thought you’d scare me away with that speech. Make me feel unwelcome and I’d disappear into the night.” It smiled. Her soft smile played across its mouth. The same smile she had given me the first time I had cried in front of her. The same sweet nothing I had seen when she'd crawled out of hell, covered in grave dirt and moss at the motel room door. “Good to know you were wrong, huh?”

I surprised myself by pulling her into my arms. Her surprised breath tickled my neck as she smacked into my chest. She was real. Solid skin and muscle beneath my palms. She was warm, and whole, and real.

She was alive.

She's dead. YOU KNOW she's dead; you saw her body at the funeral. When you kept seeing her everywhere, you chalked it up to grief. But this time, you have photo evidence. That’s definitely her.

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Not the exact prompt but:

She's dead.

She's been dead for five years. I lit the funeral fire myself and watched her body burn.

The white sheet had covered her body even as the flames started to lick at her all too pale skin. I could never forget the smell as her dark brown hair turned to black charcoal.

So there was no way she was here in front of me. No way I had stumbled upon this den looking to help a trapped hunter and found her instead. No way in Hell had I just watched her tear through werewolf after werewolf with eyes of onyx. So there was no way she was here, with a knife against my throat.

I knew I looked different. Knew there was a shadow on my face I had neglected for too long. Knew there were dark circles under my eyes from years of little to no sleep. The dirty, baggy clothes I had exchanged for the fancy suits and ties would be new, too. But there was no mistaking the recognition in her eyes as onyx turned to stunning amber.

“Hello, love.” I tried, my voice breaking just enough. “It’s been a while.”

Her eyes stayed on me, studying me as they filled with something almost unfamiliar to me. Mine flickered over her shoulder and caught the last werewolf coming up behind her. My hand acted of its own mind, raising and firing the gun I had at it before I could register the order to do so. When it laid dead on the ground, my eyes returned to hers, and I recognized the fear in them.

Just as quickly as I had registered it, the knife was gone from my throat and her back was to me as she stepped away. I reached for her before I knew what I was doing. But I couldn't lose her again. Couldn't watch her die again. I grabbed her wrist and turned her around to me again.

“You’re not getting out of this so easily.” I found myself almost growling the words, unforgotten anger rising above with confusion. “I have too many questions.”

I could see the fear in her eyes so clearly. And then she was gone. Nothing more than a poof of black smoke and the subtle smell of sulfur.

But she wasn't dead. I had touched her. Grabbed her arm and held her even briefly.

She's not dead.

She's dead. YOU KNOW she's dead; you saw her body at the funeral. When you kept seeing her everywhere, you chalked it up to grief. But this time, you have photo evidence. That’s definitely her.

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nothing happens in this story except that everything changes.

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Alexandria Winchester

I opened my eyes and stared at the woman before me. Her hair had grown a bit since I’d last seen her, but it was still just as dark as the night around us. Her eyes, on the other hand, once a dark honey brown, now glowed like pieces of dark amber in the dim lights. She didn’t look like she had aged much, her movements still as fluid as they had been the day she’d died, if not faster.

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Ally Castle

The fear in the young girl's eyes didn’t subside until she was free and in her mother's arms. They looked so much alike. The younger a spitting image of the older. Like the god of this world had simply copied and pasted Elly. Though she was shorter, her long golden hair looked like sun rays. And those brilliant blue eyes glowed like gems, even as she cried.

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Cael

Cael was an anomaly to look at. He always sat abnormally straight, his tall, dark frame refusing to slouch even though his head brushed the ceiling of my car. He had an athletic build, something close to an Olympic swimmer. He had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. It was like he had chosen this vessel purely for its ability to simultaneously blend in and stand out the most. His clothing was casual, a t-shirt and jeans, almost like he’d been out with friends. The look he stared at me with wasn’t a pleasant one.

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Elizabeth Castle

My eyes shot open, my brain suddenly cleared, and I sat up to look Elizabeth Castle in the face for the first time. I wanted to say something, anything. But the mere thought of her being here, standing in front of me, in person, alive, was too much for me to process. I’d only ever seen her in mirrors, it was odd to see her long blonde hair tangled, clothes dirty, backpack thrown over one shoulder, and blue eyes full of exhaustion.

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Orion

Orion’s host was one to marvel at. He was tall, tanned, and lean, the muscles of his body almost looked sculpted. The short, dark hair on his head was always disheveled in some way. His face was chiseled and covered in subtle dark stubble, the demon preferred to keep. But none of that mattered to me. It was those grey eyes that I was interested in. Things so close to the ones I truly wanted in moments like these. Moments where I could kiss a demon and pretend I wasn’t.

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A snippet from the newest chapter

It was an art form. To take a vampire, remove all the blood from its body and replace it with that of a werewolf. To watch it struggle against the restraints as it slowly died. Or taking a werewolf and forcing it down for a starved vampire to tear into. Its quick healing would keep it alive long enough to go through the change, but it would be torturous, especially if the vampire got to its neck first. But now, there was a science behind it, and we had the hybrids. And they would be so much fun to release onto the unexpected.

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Just a snippet of the next chapter for my Supernatural AU prequel "Before You Ketch Me". This is gonna be a longer chapter 😅

I glanced at the man as Johnny walked over to check on him. He stuck out in this kind of environment. He couldn’t have been much older than twenty-five, clean shaven, wearing a crisp black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, a blood red tie around his neck, and black slacks. The dark color stood in contrast to his pale skin, though it didn’t clash. Rather it made him look older, maybe untouchable. A nice black jacket was draped across the back of the chair he sat straight in. He had dark hair, cut short and slicked back neatly. His eyes were a piercing shark grey, and they studied me, even as Johnny talked to him. I watched those eyes drop to my lips as I took another sip from my glass.

If you want to be caught up by the time this chapter comes out, you can find it on AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad, WebNovel, and QuotEV. There's also 3 more parts to this story already out, with 2 of them completed and the 3rd with 8 chapters left! Please let me know what you think. Everything can be found at the link below. Thanks!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bullett6756/works

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Had to do it

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Date idea🪻: I take you to the theater to watch a scary movie... While I control your vibrator... Perfect excuse for you to scream a little when you are too overstimulated or cumming. 🤭

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Answer for my OC, Alex Ares.

1. She sees love as something reckless, dumb, and usless. But also sees it as beautiful, and worth every last word.

2. I think of reckless decisions, how hard someone will go to protect others, diving into anything dangerous head first, and any normal dumbassery.

3. "Are you sure about that?" Or *Nervous laughter* "No you don't."

4. This heavily depends on the person. Are you someone she's never met before? Then your opinion means nothing to her. But if your a loved one, it means just about everything.

5. This depends on the day. There are a lot of things that have happened because of her. And a lot more that seems to happen to her.

6. She deals with her mortality well. Especially since she's died multiple times and had a chance at being immortal.

7. It's hard for her to ask for help. It's usually why she ends up in the shitty situations she does.

8. She does believe in God, Angels, Demons, and the Devil himself. But only because she's seen them first hand. Not because she believes praying to them will make anything better.

9. She keeps her pain bottled up. Just like everything else.

10. TBD

11. Herself: "Dangerous" Me: Brave Loved one: "Everything"

12. She's still set in stone about a few things. But there always seems to be just the right person who can break a few stones.

13. She would never stoop low enough to kill an innocent. "There is always another way."

14. TBD

15. For monsters and those who deserve it, yes. It has mostly become a necessity.

16. She idolizes her older brother. He's just done so much for her.

17. She is open to seeing anyone else's viewpoint on most subjects.

18. Depends on the person. Some people or things deserve the fight.

19. Her anger is what guides her through a lot. But others would say it's her love for the people around her.

20. Give. She's spent most of there life raking because she struggled. She wants to give back as much as she can now.

21. She puts everyone else's lives before hers. "They deserve better."

22. Healthy. She sees herself as physically strong and attractive.

23. When it comes to community, she is very connected to her family and other hunters. But when it comes to society, she has a hard time connecting at all.

24. She has never physically harmed herself. See #21 for second part.

25. She's watched her brothers die, been betrayed by her lover, and lost family over and over again.

26. She loves and cares for her family enough that she would be lost without them.

27. She's a very proud bisexual woman. If she wasn't out and proud about it, her older brother would never have been comfortable with his sexuality.

28. She doesn't care about appearance in that way. "Make up and pretty hair doesn't kill a vampire."

29. "Personality and how you treat others tells a lot about who you are as a person."

30. Sometimes yes, but mostly not enough.

31. She will always forgive others way before she ever forgives herself.

32. Depends on the situation. There's no use in getting anyone else involved if it's just going to put them in danger.

33. Always others first.

34. "Death."

35. She will always see herself as part of the unlucky few who know the truth.

36. Mature yet naive about most things. She never got to have a "real" childhood.

37. Health. Strength is nothing if your health fails. And wealth is nothing without the others.

38. "Another one?" Family and as many books as she can grab.

39. All monsters would be eradicated.

40. Depends on who you are to her. Also goes in line with #4. If you are nothing to her, then good luck. But her family or love can break it like a twig if they wanted to.

41. It is rare for her to find someone worthy of that. Most of her emotions stay bottled up until they overflow.

42. Her dad. He didn't deserve the ending her was given. "It was my fault..."

43. She can only be herself when she's by herself or with Elly.

44. Depends on the day/TBD

45. She cares far too much.

46. At the beginning, shame and guilt lead a lot of what she did. But now it's something she struggles with almost daily.

47. She would be an hourglass with a crack in one side. Constantly trying to change the flow of time while still losing it in the end.

48. She lives out of spite and the need to make the world better. It is horribly obvious to those around her.

49. Yes. She would, and has given her life for those she loves.

50. Fear- being worthless and abandoned. Desire- A perfect life. She wouldn't be surprised by the fear, but would be by the desire.

51. She understands and embraces her responsibilities and roll in the world.

52. It's a background aspect. "No one cares about the color of your skin when they're trying to kill you."

53. She knows that she is entitled to only what others want to give.

54. She's never had her name in the paper for saving someone. Why start now?

55. She tries to stay present minded.

56. Depends on the situation. She knows when and where to involves others.

57. She wouldn't put herself in danger to stop a robbery or petty thief. But she would go our of her way to help another woman in trouble or save an innocent from a monster.

58. Most of her life revolves around hope and having it. "It's a necessary part of survival."

59. Always.

60. She is a mixture of both street and book smart.

61. She wouldn't use a power like that. "We have free will for a reason."

62. Affection and help. It's hard to accept affection when it's hurt you so many times before. See #7 for help.

Characters/OCs asks

1. How would they define love if asked

2. When someone says "this is [character name] coded," what comes to your mind

3. if somebody told the character that they admire them what would they feel and how would they react to it

4. How much weight do they give to others' opinions of them

5. When bad things happen, do they usually think it happened to them or because of them

6. How well do they cope with the reality of their mortality

7. How easily and frequently do they ask for help

8. What is their perspective on religion and the concept of God

9. When in pain do they take it out on others or do they keep it inside

10. Their most defining moment vs your favorite one of them

11. One word they'd use to describe themselves, one you'd use to describe them and lastly a word that their closest/loved one would use to describe them

12. How committed are they to their principles, and what might get them to abandon them

13. Is there a moral line they would never cross

14. What could be considered as their worst moment

15. Do they have a stomach for violence and harm and if so do they only do it out of necessity or at any whim

16. Do they idolize anyone, if so why is that

17. How open are they to change their viewpoints on matters

18. Are they vengeful or do they easily forgive and forget or do they not forgive but don't go as far as acting on that

19. What's their strongest emotion, the one which mostly rules them and compells them to action

20. Are they more inclined to take or give

21. How much do they prioritize their own survival, and what lengths would they go to for self-preservation

22. What is their relationship with their body like

23. How connected do they feel to their community and society

24. Do they self harm and if so in which way

25. What's the worst physical or mental pain they've ever endured

26. How do their family and their relationship with them influence their perspective and the way they navigate life

27. Are they content with their sexuality and gender expression? would a difference in their sexuality and gender affect their role in the story and if so how

28. How much importance do they place on their appearance, and on others' appearance

29. What criteria do they use to assess others' character

30. Do they take themselves too seriously

31. How easily do they forgive themselves after making a mistake and how easily do they forgive others

32. Are they more concerned with the bigger picture or are they hung up on the details

33. Do they prioritise other people's needs over their own or the other way around

34. What do they believe their hands were made for

35. Do they consider themselves lucky or privileged

36. What is their level of emotional intelligence and social adeptness

37. Presented with three different ponds offering eternal health, strength, or wealth, which one would they choose to drink from, they can only drink from one

38. In the event of an apocalypse with only one limited safe haven available, whom or what would they prioritize bringing along

39. If they could end one thing—be it a person, ideology or misfortune—what would they choose to eradicate

40. Would breaking their heart be a quick task or would it require significant effort

41. Are they comfortable expressing their emotions and thoughts

42. If given the chance to bring back someone from the dead, who would they choose and why

43. With whom or when do they feel most authentic and true to themselves

44. Do they believe they are more in control or being controlled (by others, their circumstances or their life in general) and are they correct in their assumption

45. What is their fatal flaw

46. To what extent does shame or guilt influence their psyche

47. If they were an object, Which material(s) would they be made of

48. What gets them out of the bed each morning and how obvious is that motivation to those around them

49. Do they believe there's a cause, person, or a goal worth sacrificing their life for

50. If faced with a magical mirror revealing their deepest fear and greatest desire instead of their reflection, what would they see and would they be surprised by it

51. What does responsibility mean to them and do they embrace it or take it on reluctantly

52. Does their race significantly shape their personality or is it more of a background aspect

53. How entitled do they feel to others' emotions, time or labor

54. Are they more likely to do a good deed if they know it will be noticed or do they not care about acknowledgment

55. Do they live in the past, the present or the future

56. How do they go about making decisions: do they consult a particular individual, rely on a trusted group, consider input from anyone willing to share or solely trust their own judgment

57. How likely are they to intervene if they witness something illegal or immoral, If they choose to get involved what method do they typically use, Does their eagerness to correct the situation and their approach vary depending on the perpetrator's status, closeness or strength

58. When it comes to hope do they view it as: impractical or necessary and why is that

59. Do they tend to overwork themselves

60. What type of smart are they

61. If they could make people do whatever they wanted without any consequences, would they use that power and if so how

62. Which of the following do they have the hardest time accepting: affection, money or help