#I am now deep diving and was like hmm wonder what Tumblr has to say about her

[willowser]

was wondering if u have any dabi / touya fic recs i want to tell u i really enjoy ur works “nice to meet u” makes my heart drop down to my stomach nd i can feel my heartbeat thrum throughout my whole body ..i love your writing i visit it every night thank yiu for everything ^_^

ah — you're so sweet !! 🥺 i'm so thankful that you enjoy it, i really appreciate you reading my things and for stopping by !!

i don't have too many but !! here are some, in no particular order !!

viewfinder by rotpeach on ao3

i've already gone off on this fic before, but i genuinely think about it all the time. all the time. i will never get over how the first line made me feel, how awestruck i was at the concept of the story, and then how moved i was at the end, with the reveal. this fic makes me so — hmm — i really felt present in the reader. like i felt like i was going through life and these different stages of a relationship with dabi, idk ! definitely recommend !

kingdom of ashes by shibaraki on tumblr

i just recently found this fic and was so — uh, what ! bc i have thought to myself, what would a royal au look like with dabi ? bc i love to write royal au's and have considered them with, like, just about everyone LOL but could not picture one for dabi ! and this fic was so true to his character, i think, which i really appreciate. there's such a — idk, his personality is written so well here and it really carries throughout the story and setting. i also love arranged marriage au's so akfhkahfau the pining the angst the payoff woof.

take care by missmeinyourbones on tumblr

this fic is actually so cute ! i am such a softie for, like, dabi taking care of us. bc so many fics have us taking care of him — which, no hate, bc it is such a perfect position to put him in — and it was so nice to see it flipped ! he's trying so hard 🥺 and it's so sweet to see him attempting 🥺 especially bc — how long has it been since someone has taken care of him like this ? how much of this is he just kind of wading through, unsure of where to go or how to help or what to do next ? ah — so sweet !

heaven for nonbelievers by hawnks on tumblr

this is another fic that i have droned on and on about and also a fic i have thought about over and over again LOL one thing that i really love about this fic is something that i think is so rarely conveyed correctly ? by me especially, but: despite dabi and everything that he is and everything that he stands for and everything that he's done — at the core of it all, who is there to take care of you when you can't take care of yourself ? (just now realizing this is another care fic LOL) it just makes me feel so, idk, conflicted. bc you can believe in the heroes or you can believe in the villains, but at the end of the day, this is the person that makes sure you're fed, you know what i mean ? see, even i can't convey what is being conveyed here LOL but it's so good !

higher than the mountain, deeper than the sea by phen0l on ao3

oooohhh my god, i do not know where to begin. first of all — you need to seriously consider the warning tags for this fic, and if it is not your cup of tea, then please move on.

i am feral over this. i am studying it as if it were a holy text — which is kind of funny to say, given the tags LOL but no seriously, i. how do i say this. if if he's a serial killer was my tiny garden that i had grown in my backyard, then this fic is the entire field in the valley that is producing the best crops in the state. does that make sense as a metaphor ? idk ! but what i'm trying to say is that — this fic is everything that i wish if he's a serial killer could have been, and i kind of hate to say that bc i hate to keep bringing myself up LOL but it's bc of mao and her talent that this fic has such a special place inside my heart. i just think it is such an incredible deep dive into dabi's character and how love would make sense in his mind, and i think his relationship with the reader is very important and — sad to say — so fitting, maybe ? bc of the way they grew up, and it's just so well written and the depth of meaning and emotion and metaphor and symbolism that is woven so gracefully into the bones of the story. like. insanity. talent on another level. this isn't even half of what i could say about this fic, but it will definitely be in my compiled '22 rec list, so prepare for the novel that i will write at that time LOL

[angelaandthensome]

Lets Talk: Fan Fiction and Steve Rogers- is/was he a fleshed out character? (Marvel movies)

Recently I’ve started delving into fan-fiction, Marvel fan fiction in particular. I’m really enjoying it primarily because there are so many character nuances that good fan fiction writers pick up in the Canon lore that I may have missed or just not fully evaluated and that is really lovely when it comes to your favorite characters- to really see them fleshed out and you having a better understanding of them. Now, two of my favorites happen to be Loki and Bucky (I’m a sucker for sad/deep/angsty bois apparently) anyway when reading good fan fic where they are a primary character there are character nuances that fit perfectly into their official canon personality e.g Loki calling a significant other pet, darling, exhibiting proper (or in Loki's case dramatic instances) of jealousy, subtle mischievousness, etc... or with Bucky obvious angsty-ness e.g jaw clenches, ptsd, or as with proper pet names of a significant other- doll, dollface, etc. Since, I have enjoyed myself immensely with diving into these characters through fan fiction I wondered if I was missing pieces of other Marvel characters, i.e subtle personality characteristics, things that were hinted, or very not subtly passed by, but as I not being an extreme fan of theirs I may have missed. An example of this is now thanks to all the beautiful creators on Tumblr I understand why Stucky is such a thing- like so much evidence, subtle, not subtle, to all of it where I was like "Hmm, that is interesting, thank you for helping me see and interpret this media in a new way."

So, I decided to try reading Steve Rogers fan fic and I was left disappointed and questioning...was Steve Rogers not a fully fleshed out character? Now, I have read some pre-serum Steve Rogers fan fic and yes, those were good- very believable character dialogue, reactions, etc. but when delving into post-serum Steve Rogers it has left me not satisfied- Was he too prefect of a character as they wanted to keep him "Captain America-esque" flawed but not really? Is Chris Evans not as good as an actor as others? I know, I know, rude, but it is a question that arises. Did he not identify with his character as much as others so on the screen when delving deeper there isn't much deeper one can go? Particularly in fan fiction where the character is suppose to be more personally/romantically bonded with Captain America, in which he is just Steve there doesn't seem to be much personality when you pull back all of the Patriotism and strong morals, in example (mostly because through the MCU Captain America was always stuck on missing the life he could have had with Peggy Carter, but even when they attempted in CAaTWS to give him some romantic sub plot with Sharon Carter it very much fell flat with a lot of fans and with the character) so the same goes for in Fan fiction in my personal opinion, he tends to fall short as a character, not seemingly fully fleshed out as a human being, and in honesty the fan fiction ends up not being the best since the scenarios, dialogue, etc just doesn't sound like something Steve would say or how he would react. Am I wrong? What are your thoughts? Maybe, I'm missing some critical pieces of the character or hey, maybe you got some good fan fiction to recommend? I'm all ears :)

[thaumaturtles]

Begin ANGELQUEST

The other day, I was doing some.......

...... studying.......

When I came across an advertisement. This isn’t at all an unusual experience; I’ve been on the internet for a decade and change and I’ve come to accept that ads are a part of the experience. This was an ad I’d seen many times before, too. I’m so accustomed to seeing it that my eyes often skip right over it. However, I’ve been reading a lot of articles about Enlightenment, lately, and I’ve been trying to put that into practice in my everyday life. I’ve been attempting, to varying degrees of success, to become more aware of myself and my environment, to probe onward into my mind’s own blind spots. In short, I’m trying to blitz my chakras. (Don’t worry, am Indian, can reclaim.)

And so, for perhaps the first time, I took a moment to truly see the ad in front of me. To stop and smell the dogshit hiding behind the roses. And, goodness, was it a sight to behold. Ladies, gentlemen, and all who fall betwixt, I present to you, THIS:

Take a moment, if necessary, to take it all in.

Have you collected yourself? Good. You’re holding up the rest of the class.

I don’t know how I’ve managed to let this pass without mental comment on more than one occasion. How did I look at this image, think “angel reading? yeah, sure, that’s a thing that exists” and then shuffle along? The only explanation I can muster is Divine intervention, which would ironically lend this product some legitimacy. I need to understand. What does Angel Reading mean? How could such a process be personalized, and, furthermore, how could it take place over the Internet? Who is this “Celeste”? What is she after? Why does she look vaguely disappointed in me? Can she see my soul? What is an “Angelic Medium”?????

Clearly, if I want answers, I’m going to have to dive in. I place my Crocodile Dundee hat on my head with no small measure of trepidation, though I must confess a moiety of excitement deep within. As I hike up my Adventurin’ Shorts and stuff a few hundred metres of rope into my backpack, I consider the long road ahead. And then, with my cosplay explorer’s outfit put on to my approval, I sit down at my computer. I’m really not sure why I felt the need to do all that when I’m just gonna be here at home.

I steel my will, and I click.

This loading screen appears, and I’d like to mention that the URL for this page is perhaps longer than any URL I’ve ever seen before in my 16 years.

Okay, let’s just take a moment to get our bearings here and-

HOLY MACKEREL, THERE’S A COUNTDOWN!

And only twenty-seven minutes left! Sakes alive, I clicked this link just in time! Imagine If I’d wasted more time farting around and dressing up like Indiana Jones!

Although, weirdly enough, whenever I refresh the page, the timer restarts, and it always restarts at 27 minutes and 50ish seconds, which is a random-enough number to seem legitimate.

Hmm. Odd.

I wonder if maybe the countdown isn’t actually real and is just there to pressure you into typing your info more quickly so you don’t notice how fishy this whole opera-

OH MY GOD ONLY 26 MINUTES!!!!!!!

OK, gotta think quickly here. Gosh, they’re asking some personal questions right off the bat, but I can’t let them know it’s me; they might recognize me from tumblr. If this sting operation’s gonna go forth I gotta lie my ass off. My name? Uh, uh.. My name is Dyl-Dy- Uhhhh, shit, okay, it’s Dylan-NO, Dylllllllll...... Delilah? Delilah. Like from the Bible. Yeah, that’s fitting, especially since I’m swindling these fools. Soon, Celeste, your hair will be mine.

They’re asking for my date of birth, which I’m hesitant to put because my 16th birthday party was kind of a big deal and Celeste might’ve heard about it, in which case she’ll know it’s me AND things will be super awkward cause I didn’t invite her to the party.

I put 4/13/1969 obviously

They’re also asking for my e-mail address, which I can’t give out because it has my full name, address, and social security number in it, so let’s just pull this ripcord real quick and parachute out of this nightmare zone, and over to a quick, free, secure e-mail client. That is, protonmail.com, which is not my usual e-mail server and will thus throw Celeste’s goons even farther off my trail

Wow, that was a surprisingly quick and painless process! I might just have to use protonmail in the future

So anyway here’s my info, sent in right under the wire, with a mere 24.3 minutes left! God that was close. Picture that classic scene in Indiana Jones where he slides under the door and then reaches back in to get his hat, only it’s an out-of-shape teen and also the door hasn’t even started closing yet.

I went with my actual country because, c’mon, there’re a lot of people in Jamaica. Statistically speaking, how likely is it they’d find me through that?

You know I didn’t. You know I fucking didn’t. Why are you asking.

Also, here’s a quick rundown of what Celeste is actually offering in case anyone was curious. It does somewhat tickle me that she claims she’ll “get to work immediately” as soon as anyone clicks the link and subscribes, as though the process isn’t completely automated. It evokes a clear image of Celeste, in full angelic garb, sitting at a computer screen and answering calls while also typing into three discrete keyboards simultaneously.

The idea that she could personally take the order of every individual who clicks this ad betrays either a complete lack of confidence in the desirability of her product, or an incredible amount of confidence in her own ability to multitask.

Who is “she”? Celeste? That doesn’t make much sense in the context here. Peter’s Guardian Angel? But earlier Celeste made it sound like all angels use he/him! Also, what does “bring her back” mean if it’s the angel? Can angels leave and later be found again? I feel like if you find your guardian angel once, that should be it forever, but apparently they can leave and you have to ensnare them again?????

Hooray! A link from an unknown source to an unknown destination! I sure can’t wait to click it all day long!

The things I do in the name of science, I swear to God Celeste.

It took a minute but here it is. Sidenote: I rather enjoy the irony of an inbox which consists of three e-mails about encryption and ways to curate a safe internet experience, and one which is an automated link from a bullshit ad for a product that doesn’t exist. There’s a subtle poetry to this image. I almost want to frame it, and then sell it for an exorbitant amount of money.

Here’s the e-mail, folx. If ever you needed proof that this was a scam, look no further.

Who on this good green earth would think beginning such a missive with, “Thank you for your trust,” would be a good way to garner MORE goodwill? When I go to my local grocer and I purchase a party-sized bag of Tostitos to eat by myself over the course of a day and a half because I’m in control of my body, goddammit, the bag doesn’t say, “Thank you for believing in us! We promise we won’t give you dysentery!

Like, what the fuck? “Thank you for your trust.” Your product should be able to stand on its own two feet and proudly proclaim, “I’m gonna give you a fucking angel reading or die trying!”

That initial line has honestly made me more scared than ever for this process. I’m confident I’m going to click that link and it’s going to auto-download a terabyte of obscure Norwegian pornography to my hard drive. I did just update my computer this morning, however, and all my data are backed up, so I feel somewhat more secure than I might otherwise.

Did I really just say “data are”? I know it’s grammatically correct and all, but it’s still jarring to hear. Messes with my mental flow. And wouldn’t the proper, descriptivist thing to do be to use “data is” to avoid confusion? Using “data are” feels clunky, is more difficult to say, and makes me look a bit snobbish. I’d delete it but that would require hitting the backspace button on my computer and I’m frankly quite lazy about that sort of thing. What was I talking about again? Oh, right. I have to click the link.

 Again with the “thank you for your trust” bullshit! Whatever, I’m going to let it pass. They’re clearly going for a friendly, approachable persona here, even if they’re doing it in the most threatening, ass-backwards way possible.

This next email took a seemingly endless eight minutes to arrive, during which time I meditated, raised a bonsai tree to adulthood, watched Marley & Me, grappled with intense feelings of loneliness, and worked on some of my homework.

Or maybe I just played games on my phone. You decide!

Okay, not quite what “hereby” means, but sure. It’s a common mistake, likely exacerbated by the presence of the word “here” within “hereby.” Sort of a “wherefore does not mean where” situation I suppose.

Anyway, I’m submitting to the mortifying ordeal of clicking the link yet again.

Christ get a load of this shit. How fitting that the Angelic stone for someone born on 4/13 would be Jade. My archangel is Megatron apparently??? His info claims he’s some sort of scribe. My major planet is Neptune, and my secondary planet is.... the sun? Is anyone going to tell Celeste what stars are or do I have to do everything myself around here? I do like that ram up in the top left though. I’m naming you Ram Elliot.

Now for the pièce de résistance. Meet Mahasiah. Mahasiah is not my guardian angel; Mahasiah is the guardian angel for anyone born between April 10th-14th. My guardian angel is Yerathel, apparently. A few things I learned while researching this: both Mahasia and Yerathel have “feminine energies” (???) and both have Fire as their associated classical element. Also, Yerathel rules over Intelligence, which is one thing I actually somewhat like about myself. This is actually kind of neat to learn about!

I mean come on. That’s pretty fuckin cool. His name means “He Who Punishes Evildoers” which is beyond epic, and his associated gem is Smoky Quartz, aka the only Steven Universe character.

You know, maybe this whole Angel Reading business isn’t a scam after all. Maybe it’s a perfectly safe process and I’ll be totally fine, what am I worrying about? At the very least, it couldn’t hurt to explore her site a bit more..... for research’s sake.

yeah baby tell me more

h-

certainly, miss celeste, anything for you

wait, aren’t I already in a relationshi-

JAZZERCISING JUNIPERS BATMAN THERE’S ONLY 28 MINUTES LEFT

holy shit! I want accurate readings!

Oh god oh no okay i’ll do whatever you want celeste please don’t leave me i need my tarots

THEY KNOW ABOUT ME ALREADY OMG

Well, okay, even in my currently addled state I can still see that “Duo-Telepathy” is complete bullshi-

OH WELL IF AMANDA GAVE THEM THREE WHOLE STARS I HAVE TO TRUST IT

Amazingly, my info was pre-filled in. Almost like this site is linked to Celeste’s in some way, or perhaps even run by the same group of scammeUPSTANDING CITIZENS IS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY

Ooh, another e-transmission from my good friend Celeste! Oh, how I’ve missed her! And apparently large and surprising discoveries have been made concerning me! She’s presenting me a Guide? I sure hope I’ll be able to open it, hassle-free, with no additional purchases/information required!

OHOHOHOHO

bro i’m shitting my drawers rn

I have no fucking clue what that means but you said FREE so i’m in!

oh my god there’s still so much left. just shut the fuck up and take my money you fools

AW TITS YEAH

....i think

Okay, I know the original thing said FREE and I should be “mad” or watever, but look at that bargain! that’s more than half off! It might as well be free! I’d be stupid NOT to buy it!

I’ve invented a lot of secondary information for Delilah. The phone number is merely (559) YOU-SUCK, as a subtle way of establishing the power dynamic at play here. I’m sure Celeste will appreciate it.

Hmmmmm.............. It would seem my method of “just input numbers randomly” won’t work here. Such a shame. Credit card fraud used to be so easy. I’ll have to put that on the backburner, though, because look what just appeared in my inbox!

You can see where this is going.

I’ll take my leave now, this post is getting long enough as is, but I do feel it’s important to note that doing a quick bit of research shows that Celeste & co. are famous for emotional manipulation, as well as getting people addicted to their products and forcing a sort of dependency upon them. It’s important to do your research, and remember basic internet safety tips like don’t click popups or check if a site is legit before downloading from them. It’s incredibly easy to get trapped down this sort of rabbit hole, where you wind up buying more and more of their products like you’re stockpiling for the Rapture. Not me, though, I’m obviously fine and can quit anytime I like. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go try a bunch of credit card numbers until one works.

[avengersohyeah]

Trace

Part 6

Masterlist

Trace Masterlist

A/N : My tumblr went crazy so i had to repost this part .... FUCK!!

(Y/N)’s POV

 “I.. I like you, (Y/N) like .. I’d like to hold your hands, I’d like to hug you, like I’d like to kiss you, that kind of like..” He looked down, concern and worries ebbing from him. I know how it felt, to finaly realize your feelings toward someone that you never thought you would. Dean, is straight in every sense possible, but then I came to his life and made him feels things he never felt towards a men before. At least thet’s what Sam told me, but being the stubborn ass myself, I keep on deniying the affection Dean gave me no more than brotherly affection. Now seeing him sitting there, eyes downcast, and the fact that he just admited his feeling for me makes my heart swell. I wanted to say it too, that i also like him, but my body moves faster than my brain could process.

 He kissed back softly, snaking his hands to my hips, i stradle his muscular thighs and raked my hands to the back of his head, angling our head for a better access. The kiss become more and more heated, we poured the passions we tried to deny. Once that just meant as a soft innocent kiss from me turnned out to be more and more passionate as the seconds goes. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of his kiss, i let out an involuntary moan. Dean strightly shoved his tounge to my  opened mouth, mapping each and every single place he could reach. Felling his tounge in my mouth, i locked my lips on it, and suck it back and forth. Dazed by the pleasure of it, Dean opened his eyes and pulled back a little while bitting at my lower lip. Panting hard, all of our senses are focused on eachother. We stare at each other searching a glint of love in eachother’s eyes, and we found ocean. Still gasping for an air, we both smiles and hold onto eachother tight. Making sure that we wouldn’t wake up from it like any other night i would dream about this. I closed my eyes, and let my body relax more and more. Enjoying the feeling of Dean’s heat that not only warm my body, but also warm my heart.

“So…. What was that for ?” Dean asked.

“I like you too silly ! Wasn’t that clear enough for you ?” I answered him, while I played with his hair at the back of his head nervously.

“Hmm..I think I need a little more assurance little boy..” He wiggled his eyebrows and lean to kiss me again, but I put my index finger to his lips.

“We’re on a hunt Dean, and Sam would be back soon.”

“How do you know he would be back soon ?”

“My power.. remember..?”

“Right… But does that mean you foresaw this ?” He gestured his hand toward both of us.

“No… I just saw when Sam leave the motel and when he’ll back, not even a glimpse of this..” i repeated his gesture.

 As I finished pulling down my shirt, Sam opened the door. All of us looked at each other, and Sam being perceptive guy he is, give us understanding look.

“Soooo…….” He drawled

“Zip it Sam!” Dean responded fast

“Well good for you two, but no funny business while I’m around. As much as I’m happy you finally together I don’t want to witness anything.”

He put the foods he carried on the table and the other two followed to enjoy our dinner.

 The next morning I woke up to a feeling of someone breathing behind my neck, and whoever arm that is, is the strongest arm that ever huged me this tight. I wiggled in my sleep hazzed mind, only to be halted by the tightening of the arm that pulled me plush to his chest. I sighed out of the comfort this arm and chest owner gave me. I put my hands on his arm and intertwine our fingers, I wiggled back to his chest, but my eyes shot open. The feel of something hard, long and thick sliding between my butt cheeks startle me. Then the memories of last night rushing to my brain, after dinner, the bothers settled for a drink. But beeing a light drinker I am, I pased out after four or five glass they gave me. I lift the comforter and I feel relief washed over me, I still have my clothes on, so nothing happens then? I looked back and see Dean, I let my body relax to the feel of his body, and the way his hips rocking back and forth onto my butt slowly arouse me. I responded to his movements, hips moving in unison, my dick’s getting hard slowly at the feeling of Dean’s strained thick shaft. I tilted my head back, and rest it on Dean’s shoulder, my breath became faster as well as him. I wonder if he’s awake yet or not, but I couldn’t care less. I felt Deans hand that holds me raking down my front and dive right into my pants. At this point I’m glad that I always sleep without underwear on, and it seems that Dean like it too. He grabed my dick and start stroking in tune with his hips movement. Our breath getting heavier and heavier, I looked to the side and then met by Dean’s lust hazed eyes. The intensity of his gaze  itself implify the twitch on my dick, he felt it too, and I felt his dick twitching on my butt too. He wishpered on my earin hushing voice

“You’re such a naughty boy you know that ?”

“I’m.. I’m always naughty and you know it… you like it…” I answer him breathless

“Yeah, I love it… I love the way you move your perfect butt, how warm it is around my dick…. If Sam wasn’t around I will surely take you right here and now …”

“Wait.. Sam is here ?.. We gotta stop..” The reminder of Sam existence makes me worry, yet it sends a shiver on my spine and made mi dick twitch on dean’s grasp.

“Ahh.. I see… you like it don’t you ? the hance of we’re getting caught? I feel it (Y/N), you’re getting closer.. would you come for me ? come all over my hand ?”

“But Dean… ahhh.. shitt!...” (Y/N) cursed in a whisper

“Don’t worry, I’m right behind you… let go.. come for me little boy..” Then Dean claim my lips, shoving his tongue to my mouth to stiffle my whispered moan. I came, in spurts on the inside of my pants, on Dean’s caloused hand that stroked me. I feel it too, wetness on my butt, Dean’s cum sipping trough whatever he wear to sleep on to my pants. With our labored breath, the speed of our fast beating heart, and the feel of Dean’s tongue inside my mouth, made my mind hazzy and again, I fell to the island of sleep again.

 I woke up to the feeling of someone’s arm around me, then it’s like déjà vu the arm tightening around my body.

“wake up sleepyhead…” It’s Dean, oh my.. how his gruff is so sexy even in this early in the morning

“I am Dean… You have a good sleep ?”

“I am… especially after your gift..this morning..” He smirked

“My gift ?.. Wha…oh shit that wasn’t a dream was it ?”

“Nope” His response to my question

“Sam… hi din’t hear a thing did he ?” I panicked

Dean just chuckling and looked at me with so much adoration that makes me feel so full “Don’t worry, he sleeps like he’s dead, plus he had a lot last night…” He kissed my forehead.

“Oh… okay then…”

“And now that he can wake up any moment, maybe we should try to get to the real thing …” He wiggled his eyebrows

“You’re kinky little prick!”

 Our morning then started like usual, i would pack our belongings, and Sam would take a shower, while Dean get Baby ready. The last case didn’t give any signs about the Rating Game, nor the individuals that might involved in it. What the vampire said weeks ago still linger in my mind. Sacrifice of sixteen troops, when I look back, there was fiveteen people that related to me killed after my father left. And now after what the vampire said, it is clear that someone tried to force me to oin the game. But for what ? I don’t even know there’s such a game, because I’m Chronos’s son? I’m not even sure he’s my father. But if they are not trying to make me join the game, then why they killed my family ? Why now ? I was lost in my deep thought when Sam called me.

“Hey (Y/N) I’m done, you can use the bathroom now..”

“Oh.. yeah okay… thanks Sam ..”

“You okay ?”

“No… I’m not, I’m just confused that’s all” I grabed my change clothes then headed to the bathroom without second glance.

After all of us was ready, we drove to the nearest dinner in town. Sam had his chicken and salad, I had my beacon, toast, and salad too, while Dean and his cholesterol combo, fries, and burger. We were caught up in our conversation about how Dean was oogling on my butt while I wasn’t looking, or how Sam would always whine to me when Dean used his laptop and made it stoped working because of porn sites, and even about how I became more agresife while interogating someone. All and all the morning seems pleasing. And I can’t help to look at Dean because of how he wouldn’t look away from me, and Sam would always pretend that he’s disgusted. But I know, Dean know, we all know that Sam is the one that always have our back even before we all realized. Dean excused himself to go to the bathroom, saying about how he put to much jalapeno in his burger, and Sam went to the cashier to pay. I was left alone, just staring outside the window next our table when I saw him. The men that killed my grandpa, the Alpha vampire standing there, and smirking outside the window. Without thinking, I run outside in hope to catch the bastard and skin him alive. And of course he has to ge gone when I’m finaly out. I whipped my head franctically, in hope to see maybe just a glimpse of him so I can go after him. But nothing, he just disapeared like he did after he killed your grandpa and your whole family.

“You okay? What happened?” Dean rushed to me and pulled me into his hug.

“I..i saw him, the alpha”

“Are you sure it’s him (Y/N) ?” Sam asked

“Yeah… I saw that bastard’s face once and I remember it always.”

“Can you look at his trace then ? where he goes ?” Dean pulled back and looked into my eyes

“I couldn’t he just vanished… Dean there were fiveteen people around me killed for the reason of recruiting me to the game. They need to kill one more, and it would be either of you… I .. i.. how if he’s coming for you?” By this point, the tears polled on the corner of my eyes.

“hey..hey sweetheart.. just calm down, we could take care of ourself just fine… besides, we have you to fight with us.. so don’t worry okay ?” He swipe his thumbs on my cheeks to soothe me. Sam, being the little shit he is decided to just tease his brother.

“You’re getting sappy while (Y/N)’s around….. I wanna throw up” He then just walks away to get into Baby. The comment itself ease the worries that clouded my mind that time, I let out a sigh and smile to this men that hold me tight.

 Dean Winchester, I love you, I can’t really say it out loud right know. Im afraid that if I say it, and you say it too, would put you in danger of these people that tried to include me in their stupid game. I love you, I know that you feel it too, and I saw it from the way you look at me. I love you, I’ll tell you someday when I think that I’m ready, that we’re ready. But now we should make sure that the game would never begin, for the sake of the universe, for the sake of us, so I can tell you that I love you.

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