#I just want somebody to hold me and tell me it'll all be okay who actually means it and doesn't just say empty words

[moralchampion]

God I miss my friends...

[deathofacupid]

waiting | peter parker

summary: you're trying to be paitent with him, the war with thanos can't possibly have been easy to deal with, much less the trauma. you've given peter all you have, but it's gotten too much.

angst? mentions of past ed, mentions of purging, mentions of sex (like one), cursing a bit, mean petey, panic attck kinda

after the war with thanos, peter had grown distant. and you didn't blame him, you figured that he was giving himself a break, he was taking time to heal. and you understood that, peter was grieving. 

you always tried to be there for him, but he made it hard sometimes. 

never did you hold it against him.

peter had lost his mentor, his teammates, and beyond that- his family. you didn't expect him to move on, it was a lot at once, even more so with the blip. he was still adjusting (you were too, but this was different).

he spent nights on the couch, outside who-knows-where, and sometimes... sometimes he would drink. you took note of the fact he tried not to do it around you. 

but some nights he would come home late, stenched in the strong odor of beer and sweat. peter would be drunk and snappy, and yes, at times it scared you. 

not that you'd ever tell peter that. 

but his "grieving" grew unhealthy, and who were you to let that slide? he wouldn't eat or drink properly, god knows about his hygene, and he wasn't getting enough sleep. so you made him cooperate, which did result in many arguements, but it did work for the most part. but your relationship, you felt, wouldn't ever be the same.

date nights? what were those?

kissing? nope.

sex? no. never. (not that it was a big deal for you, you could care less about that.)

no hand-holding. 

and no cuddles. cuddles. none of those. 

peter snapped at you often. he struggled to contain his temper, and easily grew annoyed. it was like even the smallest remark could lead to something big.

"peter, you have to eat. you didn't have breakfast."

"you didn't either."

"that's different. i haven't been skipping my meals."

"why? you've been throwing up instead?"

he watched as your face twisted into disbelief and pain. but you pushed it away, dead-set on getting peter to eat.

"this isn't healthy, love."

"neither is you getting on the scale a hundred times a day."

you had been checking your weight more frequently again, part of the reason being the fact that you were scared peter didn't love you anymore because you were getting fat. but it wasn't unhealthy. 

you recognized the problem. you told your therapist, stopping it from becoming something bad. 

but peter wouldn't know that. he wouldn't know anything.

"please don't go there," you whispered quietly, "i just want you to be happy, okay? and healthy." that must've been where he felt like the conversation had ended, so he left. you didn't know what to do anymore. so you cried. because that felt like the only thing you could do right.

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(first person)

"i just don't know what to do-"

"you know you have, like, an actual therapist for this, right?" mj asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"well, yeah, but she doesn't know peter like you do."

she sighed, locking eyes with me, "y/n, peter's being a dick, and i don't know when he'll see that you aren't somebody for him to take his anger out onto. you shouldn't be taken for granted."

"mj, it's not like that. he's just-"

"what? grieving? is that what you've been telling yourself? babes, this isn't even that anymore. it's unhealthy. not just for him, but for you. yeah, he lost people. i did, too. my mom died, y/n, she died. and i wasn't in that hospital with her while she was on her deathbed. why? because of the fucking blip. but i've moved on. everyone has, because where will moping around like an alcohol addict get you?

"know what? i'll answer that for you. nowhere. it'll get you nowhere. i get it, you want to be there for him-"

"no! you don't get it! i love him! i-i need... i need to be there for him," my sentence broke into quiet sobs, and mj pulled my close to her, rubbing my back. 

"i know, i know," she cooed. soon enough, my crying ceased, and i pulled away with red eyes. 

"what do i do, then? just leave him? he doesn't have anyone."

"talk to him. maybe he'll change."

"and if he doesn't?"

mj gave me a look, because i already knew the answer. yes, in a way she was right. it was an unhealthy, toxic relationship. peter was pulling me down, and he was breaking off a piece of my heart every passing day. 

thinking about not being with him, left me with a dull ache, but at the same time, it was a crushing sensation, one that broke me down completely. i couldn't imagine a life without him. 

he was my life. he... is my life? was it too late to be speaking in the present tense? 

maybe mj was right. maybe i needed to talk to him. 

but i was scared. i was really, really scared. what if...? what if it ended horribly? and i never saw him again?

what if i left him, and no one was there for peter... and he'd- he'd die? because he wasn't sleeping right? or eating enough? or staying hydrated? 

what if he needed someone to help patch him up? but no one was there? would he simply bleed out? 

my heart sped faster at the thought, and my breath came out ragged. 

"woah, hey, breathe."

i pushed away any and all thoughts of him, focusing on inhaling and exhaling, trying to get my heartbeat to normal. 

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(peter's pov)

"peter!" y/n chirped, a grin on her face. i sighed, already feeling a migraine come on. i didn't want to talk. i wanted to sleep, or... i don't know. just not talk. 

"you know that book i've been reading? it's really good, by the way, i think you'd really like it. there's this boy who reminds me of you," she wiggled her eyebrows, "he's like, super scared of spiders. which is ironic."

i tried to tune her out, but her voice was loud. really loud. my head was blaring, and i kind of wanted to puke. 

stop talking. please.

"-coming here! they've got a convention and everything? can you believe it? and, get this, i got us both freaking tickets! we can, like, have a date or something. it's from 2:00-6:00, so we can get food at this fancy new diner that just opened up-"

has y/n always been this annoying? there's no way. if i'd known before, i doubt i would've started this. 

i gritted my teeth, ready to pull all of my hair out. how much would it take for her to fuck off?

"oh my god," i muttered, completely done and exasperated. "do you ever consider carrying around a plant for all the oxygen you waste everyday?"

i watched her smile drop instantly, satisfied. for once, it felt good to hurt someone. i was so goddamn tired of always helping everyone. this was barely a tenth of how i felt. she blinked rapidly, and i went back to the web shooter. 

damn thing just wouldn't-

"can we talk?" i inhaled sharply.

"what, y/n? what? what could you possibly have to say that you haven't already said yet?"

"i-i, um, i-"

"is that all you know how to say?"

"no, i'm sorry. no, wait, no i'm not. you're the one being a dick. which is precisely why i wanted to talk."

"jeez. what do you want me to say?"

"you don't have to say anything. not yet. can you- can you just listen?"

i didn't answer, going back to tinkering. if this would make her feel better, then whatever.

"i just... i feel like we aren't the same. you aren't, at least. and maybe i've changed too, i don't know. i can't really dicate that for myself, that wouldn't be fair," she laughed, and i could practically feel her nervousness. y/n's heartbeat was loud, too, so loud that it felt like it was banging the in the back of my head. i could smell the sweat on her hands, too.

 what did she possibly have to say that was freaking her out like this?

"i love you, peter. i haven't stopped."

"...okay?"

"i'm trying to say that i want things to go back to normal. i don't know if that's even possible, but i know we can try. because i'm willing to make things work, and give you another chance."

i spun around, narrowing my eyes at her. ""i'm sorry, 'another chance'?"

"um... yeah?" y/n said, and i could tell she was getting less confident.

"why the absolute, and i cannot stress this enough, the fuck would i need another chance?"

"do you hear yourself? the way you're speaking to me? how- how did we go from that... to this? my gosh, you used to be the sweetest boy ever. you apologized for things that weren't even your fault, and you said 'thank you' for things you didn't need to say to. what happened to that?"

"spider-man happened. and why are you making me sound like the bad guy? i save lives because i can, out of my free will."

"i miss you," she whispered. "i miss my peter. this isn't- you aren't-"

"aren't what? go on. because i-"

"shut up. shut the fuck up and let me talk. for once in your life, listen," i snapped my mouth shut, waiting, and shocked.

"a memory. a faded picture. a failed potential. because that's all we are now, right? why fight for something i know will go nowhere? why fight for someone who can't fight for me back? you know what i've realized? 

"i've realized there is so much more to the world than this, than you. i realized how much love i could give to the world and how stupid i was for only giving that love to you when you didn't even deserve it.

"this is what i feared the most. this moment right here. the transition between having something and having nothing but regret. and it's happening right now, right in front of my eyes, and there's nothing i can even do about it. 

but, peter, this is for me. this is so i can grow and let go. because now i know that you won't change. if this is the way that it's going to go now, i want no part of it." 

she was crying now, and i scoffed. "what the hell are you even saying? what do you mean?"

"what i mean is, i'm going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again. it's over. this is over."

i didn't know what to say, so i gaped at her. what did she mean "over"? y/n wasn't going to just leave, i knew she didn't have that in her. 

"so that's it? because once i get out of that door, what we once had will perish. i'm afraid i'm not ready for that yet. maybe i never will be."

"fine, then. leave. you'll be back anyways," i shrugged, and she sighed, shaking her head. 

so i let her. i let her leave. 

and then i waited for her to come back. 

i waited a long time. 

i still am. 

that's when i realized how she felt. 

she'd been waiting, too. 

the only difference was that we'd switched roles.

[shyvien]

Here are 100 random quotes from Beelzebub!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“You look tasty.”

“*sniff* *sniff* You smell good.”

“I'm fine. I'm sure it'll go away. It's nothing new. Whenever Belphie gets sad, I get sad, too. That's probably what's happening now.”

“ Sorry, that was a really strange question to ask, wasn't it? Forget I said anything.”

“Cool, this works.”

“Huh? This is an interesting feeling. I'm finding it hard to relax.”

“I'm hungry, but I feel like another part of me is full.”

“It looks like someone's having fun. I'm glad.”

“So. hungry... You look delicious.”

“That tickles.”

“You are what you eat. You know what that means, right?”

“You can touch me. I don't mind.”

“Yeah. Tie it nice and tight, okay?”

“Standing watch at the gates means being ready for anything. So, I'm going to do some combat training like this.”

“Oh, hey. Perfect timing. I was hoping you'd spar with me.”

“I want to poke his cheek, too…”

“..This feels..really close, huh?”

“It's all because of the custard.”

“That's the spirit! Nice form, MC.”

“Great! You did it, MC! Not many people get it on their first try. That was amazing.”

“The light's turning the sea orange. It's like waves of delicious orange juice are rolling onto the beach.”

“Can I hold your hand...?”

“I don't know... Either way, I'm heading to the kitchen.”

“…I take it this means we're heading for something much more intimate than just partners in crime… One thing's for sure, MC... You and I are going to be amazing together.”

“I want you to film me while working out. If my form's not right, I won't be able to work the right muscle groups the way I want to. It shouldn't be tough getting here. Just ask somebody out on the street for directions.”

“I'm not constantly eating all the time. I'm only constantly eating sometimes. There's a big difference.”

“It said that in the human world, lovers who don't kiss at least once a day are destined to break up. Is that true?”

“I'm glad you mentioned something besides how much I eat. Thanks.”

“But there's no way that I'lI ever forget what you did for me then. And if you or MC are ever in trouble, I'll be there for you. Next time, l'll be the one saving you.”

“I'II protect you if something happens. Don't worry.”

“If that will make you smile… Heh, good. You smiled. I want to see your smile more. I would do anything if it means I get to see you smile like that.”

“Were you lonely? Don't be mad.”

“My face feels like it's on fire. I hope I can cool down before we get to class.”

“I’m going to take you as my hostage, MC. I don't want the Fallen Angel's Tear anymore. I've decided to rob you of MC here instead.”

“Take care, MC. We'll meet again...before my stomach growls.”

“Could I nibble on you just a bit? Just a taste.”

“What's that? Some sort of dessert?”

“The more I think about it, the more I start drooling.”

“The cookies I was saving in my pocket for later... All that's left are crumbs.”

“That explosion sent whipped cream flying everywhere. It's all over you too, MC. You're covered in it from head to toe. ...Which actually makes you look even more delicious than you did before. I was trying so hard to resist the urge to nibble. But now that I see you standing in front of me covered in delicious whipped cream, I... I…”

“It's just too much to handle! First things first, we've got to do something about all of the whipped cream you've got on you. Otherwise there's no telling when I might lose control and just...”

“Your lips? MC, it almost sounds like you want me to give in to these urges... Still, your lips look so soft... How can I say no? ..See? I knew it. They are soft. And sweet. It makes it really hard to stop. It's like...I can't get enough of you…”

“…Sorry. I was trying to stop you from falling…but we both ended up falling.”

“Are you comforting me..with a kiss on my cheek? Thank you, MC.”

“…I admit it. I'm jealous of the people who get close to you, MC.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“You're so weird. But, thanks.”

“My feelings are still a mess... Can I hold you, MC?”

“You know, I was just thinking I was hungry. Come here, l'm going to take a few bites out of you two.”

“‘Do not eat’… It says ‘Do not eat.’ ‘Do not eat’…That's what it says...

“Don't blame me if the contents of these pages keep you up at night.”

“*gulp*... Whoops. I may have just, um...eaten that entire book…”

“You really are... Hm. I don't know how to say it. Mysterious? Strange? Incredible?”

“Do you want to sleep next to me? Not that I mind. But if there's something else you want, don't hesitate to say so.”

“Fun? No, no time for fun. This is about getting candy. This is war.”

“I… can't take it anymore. This is your fault. Your blood smells so good... Too good...”

“You want me to feed you? It's really sweet. Here... *munch* Oh, whoops. I didn't mean to eat that. Let me try again... Don't pout, I'lI be careful this time.”

“Pancakes!”

“Check out those buns!”

“I've put him in a sleeping bag for easy transport, so someone else can drag him along.”

“Yeah. He's just lost faith in humanity more than usual, that's all.”

“…You're so warm--inside and out.”

“He fell asleep hanging from the bar...? That's some grip.”

“Qu-Quit it, MC! Th-That tickles...! Hahaha! Stop…! Okay...okay. I promise to stop tickling you. Just no more tickling me back, please!”

“It's a little embarrassing holding you this close. You can probably hear my heart beating. But, it does make me feel happy.”

“It's really nice to see that my workouts are paying off. And now you can count on me to carry even heavier stuff. It'll be good training.”

“I'm working out in my room right now. Something welled up within me, and I got the sudden energy to lift 10 times as hard. I can't do all the stuff I want to unless I have a spotter, though. That's why I want you to come here and be my workout partner. Oh yeah, I'll be hungry from lifting, so can you bring some food with you as well?”

“...I don't know what happened in there, but whatever it was really messed with Belphie... I'm not letting that thing get away with this.”

“You bet. I'm going to destroy that bogeyman.”

“When push comes to shove, I know they've always got my back. My family is what drives me. Wanting to keep them safe makes me strong. I'm going to have to work harder at protecting them from here on out.”

“Hup...! Hah! ...Heads up!”

“You'll always be the only one on my mind. ...Okay, you and tasty treats.”

“You sure have been paying attention, huh? I'm always looking at you, too. But, now l'll be watching you even more, so that I can draw you from memory.”

“Use my power, MC. My power is yours to command. Everything I do, do for you and for Belphie! Evil spirit, sinister and foul! In the name of Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony ...be gone!”

“It's strange. Normally when I'm hungry, I'd be going into a rampage right now.”

“Calm down, Levi. That cake just fell into my mouth by accident, that's—“

“You're the only one who will always have my attention, MC, now and forever.”

“Thank you. This candy tastes like the Destroyed Devil Burger I wanted but was sold out. Is this your way of letting me try it? You don't know how happy this makes me.”

“*munch* *nom* Sorry, I ate it before I could say thanks. It was great. I appreciate it.”

“Don't barge in on my mealtime.”

“I just might eat you from the head down. ...You don't seem that delicious though.”

“You don't want to see me angry. I'll just get even MORE hungry.”

“Was that an earthquake? Ah, nope. Just my stomach.”

“Aahh, this is taking too long... If I die from starvation it's your fault.”

“Geez, you left me so hungry I almost ate YOU.”

“Do that all you want. I'm not giving you my food.”

“Hm, that... felt pretty good.”

“It looks...mouth-watering.”

“And...I like how touching you makes my heart speed up.”

“I can't wait to dig into some freshly grilled meat!”

“Got you! Nope. I'm turning the tables on you. ...Tickle attack!”

“Ah... Ahahaha! Wait, I- Hahahaha! Come on, give it a res--Pfft! Ahahaha!”

“...I did some of my combat training blindfolded, actually. So, this kind of brings me back.”

“I thought so. You look good. I'll buy it for you… A matching look? I've never done that before, but why not?”

“This can't be happening...say it's not happening! I'm scared…..! Please…..don't go anywhere, MC... Please, I'm begging you, don't go...”

“…I think I've calmed down a bit. I feel a lot better with you in my arms. But...this isn't fair. I'd like to also see you getting jealous of people who get close to me. I wouldn't mind. I'd like to see that side of you too.”

“Oh, I know. If I sit next to you, then you won't feel so self-conscious, right? Hang on, try lying down on the bed. Okay, good.”

“You can't even throw a pillow far enough to reach me. You should give up before you hurt yourself.”

“Open your mouth then. Say "aah" Well? Tasty, right?”

“Don't stop, MC. Kiss me more…”

Extras! (It’s hard to pick just 100 y’know?)

1. “Were you waiting for the perfect time to kiss me? That's adorable. It's my turn next.”

2. “Belphie, you've got that dead look in your eyes again.”

3. “My feelings for you won't change, not even after a thousand years...no, a million years.”

4. “It's sort of like...you're more special to me. Do you understand what I'm trying to say? ...Up to now, I always felt like I was hungry for something. I'd eat and eat and eat, but I still wasn't satisfied, so I'd eat more. But when I'm with you, it's like that hunger is suddenly gone. For once I feel strangely satisfied.”

5. “I hope I'll always have you here by my side, just like I have them. From here until…..forever. No matter how I might change in the future.”

6. “When I feel you in my arms like this, it lets me know for sure that I really am alive.”

7. “Even though as a human, your life is a lot shorter than that of us demons. And yet you still tried to save me. ...That meant a lot to me.”

8. “Where do you think you're going? Whoa, I don't think so. I'm not letting you go anywhere.”

9. “It's all right, MC. Just listen to my voice, MC. Forget about everything else...”

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𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Angel Heart: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: The one person who knows where your children are is Castiel. The one person who matters to him is Claire. You get to find out the answer to the question: who does Castiel love more? Your kids or Claire?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Sam must have found Claire by now or else he'd call. He found her room easily and has been sitting in the dark waiting for her to come back. When she does, she is certainly surprised.

"Took you long enough."

Claire gasps when she sees Sam.

"How did you...?"

Sam holds up the postcard she gave him. "Also, you checked in under the name 'Claire Novak'. A little pro-tip? Use an alias."

"Okay," she scoffs.

"Claire, we just wanna help."

"I didn't ask for your help."

Claire walks past Sam to the bed so she can pack her things. Sam looks behind him at the far wall where there are clippings of her mom, a map showing the locations she's been sighted in, and other things regarding her mom.

"You know, this is good. I was impressed. How did you get the information that she was here?"

Claire tosses him a book, a book that her mother journaled in. "It's mostly empty promises and regret, but there were enough breadcrumbs to get me here."

"How did you get your mom's diary?"

"The motel manager sent Mom's stuff to her last known address after she disappeared. It bounced around and eventually found its way to me at one of the foster homes."

"You came all this way just to tell her off?"

"Do you always get along with your mom?" she scoffs.

"I never got the chance to find out. My mom died when I was a baby."

Claire's face falls. "I'm sorry. I didn't..."

"Oh, no, it's okay. I got to know her later in life, and I suppose we got along okay."

"What?"

"In this line of work, death isn't always permanent."

"This is different," Claire sighs. "My mom left me."

Sam opens her journal and reads a passage. "'Claire, I'll be home soon. We'll be home soon.' That doesn't sound like somebody who wanted to abandon you. Did you check her credit cards?"

"They wouldn't send me her records."

"Okay, I know you need to be somewhere far away from all of us, but let me get my laptop. I'll teach you how to hack into her credit card records. It'll help you get a lead on your mom."

This piques her interest. "Show me, but then I'm gone."

Sam leaves and gets the laptop out of the car he stole. Claire hangs onto his every word as he shows her how to hack. It's basic but it's enough to give her what she wants.

"There we go."

"Seriously? It's that easy?"

"Yes. I can also show you how to set up fake credit cards. It will make life on the road a lot easier."

"You guys are credit card scammers, too?"

"Yeah. Hunting monsters doesn't exactly pay the bills."

"Then why do you do it?"

"To help people and make a difference."

"That's it?"

"That's not enough?"

"Looks like to me Y/N isn't doing it to help people."

"Look, she's soulless, okay? Everything that made her good is gone. She's walking around with the bad parts of herself. We're trying to get her back. Just don't take whatever she says to heart. She's only doing it to hurt you."

The door opens and you, Dean, and Cas walk in. Cas wanted to get her a little stuffed animal as a parting gift which you verbally laughed at. Claire is immediately on edge when she sees you.

"Don't worry, buttercup. I'm here in good faith."

"Don't listen to a word she says," Dean bites out and closes the door.

"Why are you here?" she asks.

You look at Cas with a smirk. "I'm here to help."

"Sure you are," she scoffs.

"Did you find Ronnie?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, he gave up a name--Peter Holloway. He said he was a faith healer."

"So, what are you thinking? Angel?"

"Maybe but it sounded like he has healed some people, but he may have fed off others."

"Yeah, that's weird. Alright, let's look into this Peter Holloway guy."

Sam gets to work on his laptop while Cas walks over to Claire with the gift he bought.

"Happy Birthday, Claire." She doesn't know what to say but takes the gift. "I got it at Al's Toy Barn."

Claire pulls out a plush cat from the bag. "Thanks, I guess."

"Whoa. I just got an alert from the local P.D.," Sam says. "Ronnie's body was just found outside of Susie's bar."

"You were just supposed to talk to Ronnie. What did you do to him?" Claire gasps at you.

"I didn't lay a hand on him."

"Y/N, that's not exactly true."

"Okay, but I didn't kill him."

"Alright, I'm gonna get suited up and head back over there," Dean says.

"I'm coming with you," Cas says.

"I'm coming with you, too," Claire adds.

Dean looks at Sam.

"You wanna get in on this?"

"No, I should probably stay here and research Holloway."

"Do I have to come?" you ask.

"Yes."

You roll your eyes and follow Dean out of the motel room. Claire is next, eager to get in on the action.

"Cas, wait," Sam says. "What happened at the bar?"

"We've all been worried about Dean getting worse but Y/N is. I'm afraid she's getting to that line where if she crosses it, she can't be saved."

You four head over to the crime scene where a bunch of officers are already at. The detective in charge is off to the side checking something in her notebook.

"Officer? Agents Clapton, Page, and Cocker."

"Whose your little friend?"

"None of your damn business so just tell us what we need to know," you say.

You show her your glowing red eyes, and her eyes glow the same color. She immediately becomes cooperative.

"Stab wound. Clean through. No sign of robbery. Wallet and everything was still on his person."

"What are the red marks there on the point of entry?"

You look closer to see a large triangular hold where the blade pierced his body Below the hole on either side are two small, circular holes.

"Burn marks, maybe. I don't know. We pulled his cell phone records. He made two calls to the same number prior to the attack. I tried the number, but the line's dead now. Probably a burner." Her phone rings. "Will you excuse me?"

"The wound looks like an angel blade, but the point of entry is wider. I can't explain those marks," Cas says.

"Best birthday ever," Claire mutters.

With nothing left to get at this crime scene, you head back to the motel where Sam is still typing on his computer.

"Hey, I got a lead on Peter."

"Oh, good because he's probably about to split town. Ronnie made a few phone calls before he got shish kebabed."

"You think to give Holloway a heads up?"

"If he did, that's probably what got him killed. So, we gotta track him down before he bails."

"Great. According to county records, Holloway owns a farmhouse about thirty or forty miles from here, so I cross-referenced it with Amelia's credit card receipts." He gets up and points to Claire's big map on the wall. "The house is about right there, and she's been hitting up Biggersons and Gas n' Sips all around the area, probably staking the place out.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go." Claire says eagerly.

"Claire, you are not going out there," Cas says.

"She's my mother."

"That house could be empty and it could be a trap. It's too dangerous. I can't let anything happen to you."

As Cas talks, your mark burns with intensity. It's been itching for another kill and your eyes immediately go over to Claire. The only reason you went on this stupid hunt is her. If you're going to do anything, now would be the time. Not now. Be patient.

"Anything else you mean," she scoffs.

"Claire, you're not going," Dean says.

"You're not either, Dean."

"What?"

"You might not have been the one to hit Ronnie but I could feel the anger radiate out of you. If Y/N didn't do it, you would have."

Dean is about to protest when Sam jumps in.

"Dean, Cas is right. We need to keep the Mark in check. We don't know what's out there. You know, maybe you should... Maybe you should stay here."

"You want to bench me again? What about Y/N? Are you gonna bench her? She has the Mark, too."

"You're not the one with magic. Magic that can obliterate anything," you smirk. "See them try to bench me now."

Dean keeps his mouth shut and you smirk.

"Alright. Fine. I'll stay and babysit." Dean turns to Sam. "If anything happens, anything at all--"

"Yeah, we'll call you. No fighting."

"Yeah, tell her that," Dean scoffs and points to Claire.

"Both of you," Cas says sternly.

You leave with Sam and Cas, once again in the back seat. You like it back here. You can observe them without them knowing you're watching them. Cas is a very hard man to read because he's an angel. You can't get inside his mind otherwise you'd have gotten the location of your kids before you had to get out of the car yesterday.

"When this is over, should I leave Claire alone?" Cas asks.

"What? No, man. She's family. Well, I mean, she's not exactly family but she's close enough. I mean, you two have history. Simple as that."

"So, do you think she's better off on her own?"

"Cas, she just turned eighteen."

"You were alone when you left for college at that age, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but that's different."

"How, Sam?"

"Here's all I know... Going it alone is no way to live. You being there for her, even if she thinks she doesn't want you to be there for her is good for both of you."

"Maybe."

You slide over to Cas so you're closer to him and touch his arm. He tenses when he feels you but he's not going to show you that he's afraid of you. You squeeze his arm and let him feel your magic and its power.

"So, where are my children?"

Cas is rock solid now. He looks over at Sam who looks at him. Neither of them says a word. You squeeze a tad harder and Cas clears his throat.

"I don't know."

You laugh and squeeze his arm much tighter now.

"I don't believe you."

Cas looks at you with a deadly glare.

"Get your hand off me."

"Or what?" His eyes shine blue to warn you not to mess with an angel. With your kids on the line, he might be willing to do everything in his power to protect them and you're not sure you'd win a fight with him... now. You let go of his arm and his eyes dim back to their normal color. "When I ask you again, and I will, have a better answer."

Sam doesn't say a word for the rest of the trip because he's scared he'll say something to make you suspicious that Cas knows more than he's letting on. You already are but there is slight doubt in your mind that he knows anything and Sam wants to keep it that way. Sam pulls up to the farmhouse and scopes it out.

"It looks abandoned," Cas says.

"Only one way to find out." You get out of the car first followed by the two men. Sam walks around to the trunk where the weapons are and grabs what he needs. "You two take the barn, I'll take the house."

x

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[danieyells]

Imagine a repressed chubby chaser!Leo bullying a chubby mc, pinching her arms or legs and joking that even him as a ghoul wouldn't be able to hold them/get them on his lap, or show them TikToks with clothes that don't run their size. It gets multiplied by 10 when he sees the NPC blushing when Sho lifted them while showing off his ghoulish strength, throwing her between his arms almost like juggling, It isn't until Sho asks him what his honest problem is that he notices he wanted to rail them.

Leo has the emotional intelligence of a 3 year old in my heart

Leo you're probably one of the physically weaker ghouls lbr it's not a surprise if you can't pick up somebody fat that's a you problem

Man Leo with chubby MC tho. . .like when he uses his stigma with them he already holds their hand and leans on them all cuddly he'd really like that if they were bigger. Not that he'd admit to it but uuogh soft.

He'd definitely give them a hard time though. Weight is an easy thing to make fun of for someone like Leo. Even if jabs at their weight don't bother them, he keeps pinching or squeezing or spanking or jiggling the softer parts of them, pointing out the way their clothes fit, the weight of their footsteps or whatever. . .but he never really says they should lose weight. Never says anything about ~their health~ or that they'd ~look better~ or whatever. . . .

And Leo knows he's into them, he just refuses to admit it. Which has nothing to do with their weight, that's just how he is. "I bet you'll fall for me before I fall for you" and all that. But holy shit it pisses him off and makes him painfully jealous that it seems like everyone else gets to manhandle them and he doesn't.

(Alan, at one point, sees Sho pick them up asks if they're okay with it or if he has to have a talk with Sho. "It's fine. I like being picked up. . .a lot actually. . . ." "Ah. Got it." And within a week ALAN'S DOING IT TOO HE'S DOING FUCKIN BICEP CURLS WITH THEM LIKE THEY'RE LIVING WEIGHTS IT'S INFURIATING WHY'S EVERYONE ELSE GET TO HOLD THEM oh right because when Leo heard they like being carried around his response was 'if you keep getting carried around instead of walking eventually no one's gonna be able to carry you at all' or 'no wonder you weigh so much, you don't even walk around on your own' or some shit)

And when Sho figures it out he's just like. "Dude they are not gonna come to you first the way you're treating them, they probably think you think they're disgusting." And Leo's a genius, he gets that he treats them bad, but not getting his way annoys the shit out of him.

But he'll start being more open about tolerating them, fine. He was gonna start treating them a bit better anyway, but he figures he has to balance out his bullying then over their weight with showing that he likes it a little. He calls them over to the garage and they think he wants to use his stigma, but he just leans against them, says something about how soft or warm they are, maybe it's not so bad they're so big, and tells them not to move while he takes a nap. Sometimes when he shows them clothes "and look, I think it even comes in your size! Who knows if it'll look any good though."(Because he can't help a little negging--but he means it as a challenge and if they ever wear it maybe he'll compliment them or tell them how to style it well.) He complains about Alan wanting him to train and says something about maybe he should lift weights or something he can do without much effort--how much do they weigh again?("Don't look so excited. As if I'd try and bench you. Do I look like that himbo?" He says, really wanting to pick them up and plow them against a wall--) Sandwiches himself between them and Sho or Alan when it's cold because they're all much warmer than his skinny ass. Says something about, even as a ghoul he can't sit them in his lap--maybe he should sit in their lap instead.

They probably pick up on it pretty quickly that he is now both insulting their weight and. . .maybe admiring it or something??? He'd never straight up say he was into them first but he's more open with casual sex than romantic feelings, so he might eventually just straight up invite them to his room. Nothing sexual at first but if they ask why he keeps making them stay over he says something like "I just think you should get used to being in my bed." or "I needed to make sure my bed was big enough, duh." And in case it didn't click before it probably did now.

Also I'm imagining Sho realizing that Leo looks a little jealous of him throwing and catching the PC like they're a particularly large beach ball and Leo goes "pff I could do that if i wanted" and Sho's like "Bet. Catch." And just throws their ass at Leo WITHOUT CONSIDERING THAT THIS IS LEO AND HE WOULD 100% JUST LET THEM FALL--except Leo catches them and for a moment he's very obviously fine holding them while he yells at Sho for throwing them at him then he realizes "oh shit i said i couldn't do this uuuuh" and blushes and starts complaining about how "stupid fucking heavy" they are and how much his arms hurt and drops them because he's a jackass lmao

[csprslvt]

you and i, and her. pt 3

Chapter two (see rest of the chapters for context)

Summary: Ellie comforts (or tries to) reader who is in misery from the loss of her past and her life before. Joel and Tommy go missing and Ellie watches her father figures life fall away. (Joels death)

Warnings: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF JOELS DEATH, obvious spoilers, reader is depressed, TORTURE, THE GOLF CLUB SCENE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, traumatized Ellie.

Overtime, routine took place, Ellie would come get you in the mornings when she wasn't patrolling, you'd visit the horses and didn't run into Dina again after the incident weeks prior. But still despite the fact that you had a friend again. Your heart ached with every thought of Abby.

You would lay in bed at night disconnected from reality, trying so hard to remember where she would be, how you came about to be bloody and lost in the woods, and why she hadn't come looking for you yet.

It was better for your aching chest to assume she had passed on rather than thinking she had truly left you behind and would never come back. And in the darkness of the night, all you wanted was to mourn but you couldn't seem to cry. It left bubbled up emotion in your chest that would take your mood for days at a time. Pretending to be okay was not reliable anymore. And one morning you had ignored Ellies calls. Figuring she would walk away.

But Ellie was oh so persistent.

Laying in bed, you seemed a mess, holding onto your locket and rubbing the cool metal. 

Ellie stormed in, kicking open the door with a hurried frenzy. 

You jumped.

“Ellie! What the fuck!”

“You asshole, you've been ignoring me! I've been knocking for like five minutes, I thought you died!” Ellie looked at you, clearly displeased. But upon seeing your empty, woeful eyes she softened and sat beside you.

“You gonna tell me what's up?”

“Nothing is up.”

“Nuh uh, don't lie to me. You haven't gotten up at all. You ignored me which, you never do, and you haven't been… yourself”

You sighed, pulling the covers over your head.

“ I can't tell you.”

“What? Why not? I'm a good listener!”

“ I know you are Ellie but there are certain things I'm not even sure about.”

“ You're worried about how you got here again.”

“Ellie-”

“y/n, I dont know what happened to you but I knew from the look on your face that it was bad. You were covered in blood and tired, I could've killed you and you didn't even seem fazed…but whatever happened, you're safe now. That's what matters”

You removed the covers and looked at Ellie, making eye contact.

“ I feel like…like I left something behind. Something important, and I can't shake it off! Every night im having these dreams and-”

“What dreams?”

You flushed,

Your nights were filled with Abby. Her hands, her touches, her words, her whispered ‘I love yous’ . But they were also filled with blood, fear and the smell of putrid death. They were filled with the intense feeling of abandonment, shame and loss.

“I just feel so empty.”

At this Ellie looked extremely concerned, she placed a hand on your back rubbing circles and she tried to comfort you as best as she knew how.

“Is there…are you empty because you're depressed or are you empty because you miss somebody?” Ellie questioned, she knew the feeling well, especially after Dina.

“I just, I remember being so happy despite everything, I remember little bits and pieces of the life I had and then at the same time, I left it behind and I can't figure out why and I hate myself for ruining it all.”

Ellie moves and goes to hold your hand.

“y/n, you must've left for a reason, you were covered in blood for god's sake, clearly you just need to rest and let yourself feel rather than hiding it all. I promise you, here you'll be safe and you can start another chance to be happy again. I understand things are hard, but you won't feel this way forever…It'll be okay.”

You held Ellies hand tightly as if she was your life line. Needing something to keep you grounded.

“I know”

Ellie signed, “I know I'm not the best at communicating but I'm so glad I have a friend around again. And I want you to be happy, I care about you. And you can always talk to me about what's on your mind.”

The thing is, I can't. I can't talk about Abby, I can't talk about the people I've killed and the nightmares I have about it.It's just too much.

“Okay.”

Ellie gazed at you one last time, clearly noticing you can't be soothed. You needed something she couldn't provide and what exactly that thing was, she was unsure. 

Ellie got up, letting go of your hand. “I’ll bring you something to eat”

You smiled a little. She was just trying to help you.

“Okay Ellie”

As she opened the door you spoke again,

“Ellie?”

“Yea?”

“Thank you.”

“Dont worry about it.” 

The girl then left your sight, closing the door behind her.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To say Ellie was worried was an understatement.

The moment she left your cabin, her face showed pure panic.

What if y/n leaves jackson? What if you look for whoever it was that you'd abandoned and never returned? What if, what if, what if….

Her mind was racing, sure, you being sad was concerning because she cared, she wanted your happiness, you were her only real friend. But it was also a concern of you leaving her alone. She couldn't.

For the better (or for the worst) Her thoughts were interrupted by Dina approaching her right as she stepped out of your cabin.

Fuck.

“Hey Ellie, I see you've gotten comfy with y/n, crawling out of her cabin like that”

“Dina, it's not like that. She's my friend, and we were just talking…” Ellie spoke with a high, nervous pitch

God Dammit now I seem suspicious 

“Sure, let me see her, I need to talk with her”

Ellies face changed with a confused stare.

“With y/n?”

“Yes. With y/n, that's whose house you're sneaking out of isn't it?”

“Oh my god Dina it isn't like that. Listen, she's having a hard time, leave her alone.”

“Why so hostile Ellie?”

Ellie tensed up.

“You know why.”

Dina sighed, her eyes softened, she reached out to grasp Ellies shoulder but the girl flinched away.

“Ellie, I'm sorry, it was for the better.”

“Don't give me that bullshit, we could've made it work”

Dina pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I don't have time for this.”

“What do you want to talk to y/n for”

“Listen, I've been patrolling and there's someone-”

“Ellie! Ellie!”

A frantic voice yells, running to Ellie pausing the conversation,

“Jesse? What's wrong”

“It's Joel and Tommy, they haven't come back.”

“What?” a cold sweat presperates across Ellie's brow. The hair on the back of her neck stood up with a deathly chill going up her spine.

Something in Jesse’s face led Ellie to believe something sinister had happened and without thinking, she ran to the stables and grabbed her gear.

She had been riding for a while, until she heard a scream. A loud, terrifying, blood curdling scream. 

“Joel.”

It repeated over and over again, until Ellie wanted to bash her head in to stop the noises but she continued, trying to find him. A crazed look on her face, she was hyperventilating, her chest tight and her heart crushing with only the worst thoughts coming to her, filling her mind, body and soul.

Please no.

She eventually stopped at a house and her stomach felt like it would drop at any second. 

She wandered into the building and the screams got louder. She knew it was him, she would recognize that voice anywhere.

The pained noises lead her to an ominous hallway. The shouting became gurgling almost as if someone was being waterboarded. Or drowning in their own blood.

Readying her weapon and slammed open the door. Joel was on the floor, beaten and bloody. A woman stood above him with a golf club in her hands.

A bloody golf club.

No. Please no.

She held up her gun but before she was given time to react her body fell to the floor, being attacked from the side. 

“Get off of me!”

“Tie her hands!”

“Get the fuck off of me!”

Ellie struggled against her attacker's hold. 

“Bitch.”

Two, maybe three kicks hit her stomach, hard, it felt like a deep intense pressure, strangling her insides in the worst way possible.The force of steel toe boots on her guts made her feel like she would vomit.

Another man came, restraining the person beating her relentlessly.

“You got her okay? You got her”

“Let go!”

Ellies throat filled with blood and she tasted its metallic drip falling from her nose.

“Youre gonna fucking die!”

“What's going on?” A tall built male walked towards Joel's abuser. Ellie is still struggling for release of the hold on her.

“Let him go!”

“Who is that?” a woman questioned obviously

“She snuck in…”

They spoke amongst themselves, and Ellie stared at them, wildly moving, trying, pleading, hoping she would muster up the strength to make them all pay.

“Why aren't you posted outside?”

“We didn't think anyone would show up”

“The hell did you expect?”

“We gotta get out of here before the whole town is on top of us”

The man turned to the woman, she was built like an Ox, tall, with a blond braid down her back.

“You're done.”

“You want what I want, right?”

“End it .Now”

The women turned towards Joel, a crumpled mess on the floor.

“Joel, get up”

He did nothing but blink.

“Joel, fucking get up.” Ellie begged, she felt like her world was ending with his life fading away. 

“Please stop!” Ellie was never one to say please but she was filled with desperation.

“Please don't do this..” The golf club raised

“Joel please get up!”

A sickening crunch played in Ellie's ears as the golf club bashed into Joel's head, at full strength.

“No!”

Sobs wracked through Ellies body. Her lungs filled with blood and her nose drenched in it. Snot ran down her lips.

“Burn in hell, pendejo” a kick.

Rage made its way to Ellie’s spine, the burning, crippling need for vengeance rang through her entirely. Beginning to consume her.

The man had taken a gun and pointed it to her.

All she could say was no

“Ill fucking kill you” she spoke, before the voices became muffled noises and consciousness left her. Unable to fight back.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Eventually, she awoke, and there you were, by her side. 

“I'm sorry Ellie.”

“Jesse, they're down here!”

Somehow you had ended up looking for Ellie when you started getting anxious about how you left off, Jesse had told you she had gone looking for Joel. And you being you, followed her.

You had heard screams but didn't make it in time. You only discovered the area had been evacuated with Ellies body on the floor. You gasped when your eyes fell on Joel. He was without a pulse.

He was gone.

“Oh Ellie I'm so sorry” you had whispered again and again, trying to wake her up.

Eventually she came too, weak and trembling, 

“No, no no no” She cried.

You'd taken her back, while Jesse carried the body of Joel, still warm but his heart had stopped.

You shielded her eyes from her body, trying to not traumatize her further with the site but she wouldn't stop staring. She was a shell. She would never be the same.

[super-ion]

So I've spent quite a bit of mental energy the last couple days on character creation for an upcoming Pathfinder game (as I do). So of course, in true Char fashion I had to throw a drabble together to get into her head (directly inspired by a scene by @the-sword-lesbian for her character).

She's a half orc inventor with a fighter flavor. She's 6'6" and built like a tank. She's a nerd with special interests. Her dump stats are wis and cha.

***

They spot her in the back of the seedy tavern. She's hunched over a table surrounded by an array of incomprehensible tools. Half a meal sits forgotten on the edge of the table. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and she chews on her bottom lip as her fingers work at the clockwork before her.

The lead bounty hunter casts a look at the barkeep, who frowns and disappears into the kitchen. A few of the more observant patrons clear out and the remainder soon follow.

Not her though, she's too busy. She is absolutely completely focused at the task at hand.

She's big, she is half orc after all, but she has a roundness to her cheeks, a softness in her shoulders. She has a few faint scars, maybe broke her nose once, but that all might just be from lab accidents. She gives off the air of an academic type, some well fed student who got too many ideas about adventure in her head.

“Akhana Greystone?”

“Huh?” she replies, jumping slightly at the interruption.

She peers at them through light brown eyes, almost golden. One of the hunters, the newbie, decides the color reminds him of when there are storms high in the mountains and the river is fully saturated with the high desert silt.

Another of the hunters notes the ribbons woven into the messy braid of dark hair, bright pink and purple. She's brought in a few marks in her career and has never seen anything so frivolous.

This job is guaranteed easy money.

The mark makes an awkward smile at the three of them, not entirely sure who to address.

“Uh… yeah, Akhana. That's me,” she replies. “Y'all need any tinker work done or anythin? I'm kind of between jobs right now, but I'm not above a little bit o’ freelance if it keeps my belly full.”

She looks at them hopefully for a moment before her smile slips at their expressions.

The leader glances back at his more seasoned companion with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if this is the right person. She frowns dubiously as she nods.

“I had a pretty good gig goin’ for a spell there,” she nervously continues, starting to ramble as she returns her attention to her work. “Gunrunning and all that. Lotta time to be alone in my head to think about designs and it pays a might bit better’n working the forges. Hurts a lot less than the fightin’ ring too. But of course, somebody had ta go and ruin it. Jerk wanted a cut of the money, like we're some kind of criminal enterprise, if you can believe that! Okay, I mean, yeah, it's technically illegal and everything, but it's not like we we're doing anything wrong, ya know? Just gettin’ supplies out to good honest folk tryin’ ta eek out a living out in the wild. So what if some of those supplies just happened to be black powder weapons of dubious provenance? I tell ya what though, Ma ain't to happy about my face being on a wanted poster, her bein’ a former marshal ‘n all that…”

She trails off, perhaps realizing that she effectively just offered a confession to a trio of strangers. She looks around the room and seems surprised to find it empty. She squints at the three of the bounty hunters in turn, sizing them up.

“Aw heck,” she says. “You fella’s are here about the bounty, ain't ya?”

The leader gives a curt nod.

“Come in quietly,” he says. “Nobody has to get hurt. It'll be easier for all of us.”

She runs her tongue along one of her tusks, considering for a moment.

“Nah,” she says finally and returns to her work, slipping the last few gears and pieces of wires into the gauntlet.

The bounty hunters exchange a baffled glance.

“Ma'am-”

She holds up a finger to silence him. She clicks a mechanism shut and spins a dial, listening intently to some unknown response. She gives a quick nod, apparently satisfied, she starts packing up her tools.

The leader clears his throat.

“Ma'am, we're here for the bounty on your head-”

“Yeah, I know,” she interrupts. “I heard ya. Answer’s still no.”

Only after the last tool is carefully placed in its place does she uncurl herself from her hunched posture. As she squares her shoulders and cracks her neck, the hunters realize that what they mistook for softness is actually a healthy layer of padding over solid muscle.

The hunter on the left, the newbie, takes a nervous step back.

She slips the gauntlet on her wrists. Something clicks and whirrs. There's a spark and a tiny puff of blue smoke from the gauntlet.

She grins, her eyes filling with a manic sort of delight.

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC in 15 or less Tag

Thank you for the Tag, @cowboybrunch (here)! <3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I'm doing half of this for my OC Cory Blythe, from Mutant Inquiries, and the other half for Augustus Grimmure, from Enchanted Illusions for this tag!

Cory Blythe

"Listen, douchebag, I'm far too sober to deal with whatever this bullshit is right now and I'm already running late for my fucking job - by the way, I'm far more scared of my boss than I am of you. So how about you go mug someone else and I don't stab you with these heels?"

"And you seriously thought involving 'Miss Trust Fund' over here in our mess was a good idea? No! You just signed our early death certificate." [...] "Why? Oh my god, I don't know, Becky... maybe because her infamously overprotective dad is the CEO of a fucking multimillionaire enterprise and you just dragged his only daughter to the middle of a conspiracy?! I don't care if she wants to help! That's Violet Villarosa, for fuck's sake. We're dead now, we're so dead - I'll have a closed casket for sure."

"The more I live, the more I realize I might be the sanest person in this group of idiots. And that scares me."

"Are any of you going to explain why there's a random dude bleeding out in my brand-new car? No? Okay then."

"Becky," [they take a deep breath] "My best friend, my surrogate sister, the caffeinated cutie-pie of my life, I say this in the most polite way possible - I'd rather be waterboarded with lava than hear that plan ever again."

"Teague, let's make one thing very fucking clear - I'm following my side of the contract, so you can do whatever you want to me in the meantime. But my friends - my family - they're off limits, and if I ever find out you sent any one of your thugs after Rebecca or any of them again, it'll be the last goddamn thing you do. I don't care if you're the head of the mob, or if I'll be food for the fishes afterward - you're not the only one here with a pocketknife, fucker."

"I call dibs on the fluffy socks and the cereal!"

"Look, just because I'm not a mutant like you guys doesn't mean I can't seriously fuck somebody up with a shotgun. Now, one of you might want to take the wheel of this car 'cause I'm about to do just that."

Augustus Grimmure

Augustus felt rejuvenated - like he’d just woken up from a nice nap, adjusting his bloodstained dapper suit and glaring at the now soulless corpse. “Oh -" He looked down, noticing the crimson splatters on his coat "That’s just nonsense! Look at this, it's all ruined and covered in blood! It was my new suit! How dare he stab me.”

"My, my, it's a great deal of a fall from up here. I'm not so sure about this anymore, Hattie-" He looked over the speeding train's railing, turning to Harriet with a shaky, nervous chuckle. As he did, he noticed the outline of the two goons clambering into the wagon behind them, guns ready. "Oh, well, as some say - ladies first!" Before she could say anything, Augustus pushed her over the railing - summoning a portal beneath her. Two bullets flew past the spot where she'd just been standing, instead lodging themselves in the young necromancer, who jumped into the portal just before it closed.

"Well, you could attack us, boys, and I'll merely consume all your souls - string by string, painstakingly severing the cord between your life and afterlife until you're all empty husks. You know who I am, and what I can do to mercenaries who threaten people I hold dear." His eyes glowed in the dark, the mark on his wrist causing the mercenaries to stumble back in shock, as shadows swirled around him. "Now, are you sure this is a wise decision to make in the name of your boss, a man who was too lazy to even come get his own hands dirty?"

"I can't tell you more about it, love." He shook his head with a dejected smile, clutching his own arms in a vice grip. "About my deal, about the Deathbringer and what I did. I can't. It's, no - they're just too dangerous, and I made a mistake. I fear it... it won't end well."

"For some reason, I don't think your cousin likes me very much, Harriet." Augustus spoke under his breath after Vincent stormed out, a playful but somewhat serious lilt to his words, concerned. [She replies "It's not about you, per se. Vincent doesn't really like anyone"] The necromancer chuckled. "No, this seems so very personal."

"My grandma used to bring me to this place, when I was a kid." He mused, fiddling with the blue flower between his fingers, before placing it inside the book. "For a lonely commoner kid with a strange magic that everyone was afraid of, these dusty books were paradise. A world where maybe I really could be anyone."

"May I have this dance, darling? We may as well enjoy this uppity evening on our own terms, before anyone makes it otherwise."

Tagging - @oh-no-another-idea, @dreaminggoblin, @mitchell-nihil, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams,@yet-another-heathen @talesofsorrowandofruin, @thetruearchmagos, @writernopal, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @little-peril-stories, @memento-morri-writes and @saltysupercomputer

[marshmallowprotection]

How would the Saerans react if they weren’t feeling well and MC gave them a plushie that MC usually holds when they’re sick or in pain?

Ray would feel honored. You're going to share your most important possession with him? He understands the weight of you doing that. It's not easy to share something that brings you comfort, but if you're willing to do that with somebody you love, that means you trust them more than anything to take care of what you love.

It also means you care enough about them to share what you do when you feel blue. 

It isn't the kind of thing he takes lightly. He wants to feel special to you how much is as much as you feel special to him, so even having the chance to hear you say that would make him feel better, much less actually getting to hold your plushie. 

He would tenderly hold it against his heart and stare at you, as tears burned in the corners of his eyes. Words would be beyond him and yet he would try to force himself to say as much as he could to let you know how much it means to him to be somebody who you care about even if he can't always believe it. 

"Are you sure you want to give this to me, my flower? I wouldn't want to keep your favorite possession away from you, even if you told me it was okay to hold on to it... but as long as I'm here with you... I hope its okay to comfort myself this way..."

Suit Saeran, in all likelihood, would've had your plushie if he knew to take it away from you at the start.

That is to say, it would be easy for him to take something away from you that means the world to you to show you that he's not a good person. He wants you to be terrified of him and what better way to do that than to take something from you?

Now, you might have a legitimate fear that he may throw it away or destroy it, but that's not what he would do in the slightest. For some reason, even if he told you he was going to get rid of it, he wouldn't be able to do that. It's the same reason why he can't always follow through on what he says he's going to do. He'll tell you one thing but then he ends up running away before the worst can happen. 

If he managed to get his hands on it, it would stay with him in the security room.

It would sit at his desk and stare at him mockingly. This toy would remind him of you and any reminder of you when he's working brings him to his knees and makes him question everything he thinks he knows about paradise. Staring at it would make him feel guilty for everything he's done to you. This toy is a reminder of the fact that you're an innocent person and he shouldn't be hurting you for being kind to Ray… and him… even if they don’t deserve it. 

Imagine, if you will, that he brings it back with him when he comes to apologize. You know he's afraid of touching you, but with a gentle smile on your face, you tell him to hold tight to your plushie as if you were hugging him, too. It may not be the same, it may not make the pain go away, but for a brief moment, he would understand what it felt like to be loved. 

GE Saeran knows about your comfort plushie because he can remember how you held onto it the night the two of you shared in the cabin.

It clearly makes you feel better, and even if he understands that it's a placebo effect, that doesn't matter. What matters is that it makes you feel better. He never considered that it would be able to do the same thing for him, after all, he's been sick for a very long time and even as he's learning how to build up his strength, it doesn't change the fact that his immune system is still shot.

He has good days and bad days. It's nice to know that you're with him on those days, because even just laying at your side makes the worst bout of nausea go away. 

At least, in theory. For the most part, whenever he has those bad days, the best he can do is drape his head across your lap and pray that it'll feel better soon. If you were to help him lay on his side and place a plushie in his arms, he would stare at it for the longest time before quietly wrapping his arms around it. Words may not come easy to him when he feels sick, but you can tell how relieved he feels when he stares at you through bleary eyes. 

Keep in mind that this is going to make him want to search for his own plushie so he doesn't have to bother yours. It's nice to be able to share but this is your special friend, and maybe he needs to find his own for whenever he feels bad. Because there's always that chance that you both end up sick on the same day, and he wouldn't want to take something away from you like that.

Unless, of course, you suggest holding each other with the plushie in the middle. 

Unknown wouldn't seen no purpose in taking your toy away as long as it didn't get in the way of your work.

He took you on a whim after all so whatever came with you into Paradise will stay with you. Well, you won't be able to keep your cell phone unless he can modify it to make sure you can't contact the outside world but other than that, anything you had on your person isn't something he's going to bother with. There's no point in taking things away from you since you seem so willing to work with him.

It just isn't worth his time to try and incentivize you through fear. He was tortured through fear and as easy as it would be to dangle a toy over your head, it's not worth his time. That doesn't mean he wouldn't do it, but it just means he wouldn't bother doing it at first.

If at some point you focus on your comfort items instead of doing your work, that might change his tune a little bit, but you don't have to worry about anything getting destroyed because of him. 

He isn't the type to accept comfort from anybody, but if you happen to catch him after a particularly bad cleansing, you might just be able to convince him. It's not often he's given so much elixir that he doesn't know what to do with himself since he is more or less immune to most cleansing at the time you join him. But, that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. 

Worst comes to worst, in his delirium and feverish state, he ends up taking what you offered. It won't register until way later that the thing that brought him comfort when he felt at his worst was something he allowed you to keep. He will never admit to it, but it's worth saying that you helped him discover a new texture he likes. 

SE Saeran doesn't understand how a toy can help you feel better but he didn't grow up with anything to comfort him until Saeyoung could bring things home from church.

He's not going to complain when you have a bad day and the only thing that makes you feel better is a stuffed animal. Everybody has their own way of dealing with their problems, yours just happens to be one that he's not accustomed to. It's not that he has any room to talk because he doesn't particularly do anything when he feels bad.

He just shuts down and goes into his room where he can sit in the dark for a while until the dread goes away. 

It doesn't always go away. Seemingly, the feeling is perpetually there and there's nothing he can do about it. The frequency and intensity differ from day to day. But, he's not unwilling to try something different for a change if you are the one to offer the suggestion. You happen to be one of the only people he can trust, and if you tell him he should do something to feel better, he might just do it. 

Honestly, the best way to suggest this to him is to sit next to him and place the plushie between the two of you. He likely won't be able to bring himself to do the same thing that you do, but imagine you both hold the hand of the plushie on either side of you. It's not much but that just might do the trick. Holding something special to you while it's also connected to you feels like a good thing. Even if it's hard to put those words into action. 

[tending-the-hearth]

why hadestown was literally one of the best shows i've ever seen

so i saw hadestown this past saturday for the first time ever and when i tell you i have never been so emotionally wrecked by a broadway show before

so i've compiled a little list of my favorite things from the show!!

act 1:

orpheus doing the stomping cues for the opening with hermes... that's his mom your honor!!!

"his mama was a friend of mine" THAT LINE WHEN LILLIAS WHITE VOICED CALLIOPE IN THE DISNEY HERCULES MOVIE I LOVE LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT LIKE ORPHEUS' MOM REALLY IS ONE OF HER FRIENDS

short king orpheus and tall wife eurydice supremacy

jordan fisher was SUCH a sweet and silly orpheus, like he was fully tripping over himself around eurydice the entire first act

LOVE the chorus so so much

eurydice being so cynical until she sees what orpheus can do and then immediately falling for him

they're the definition of "he fell first, she fell harder"

also during "wedding song", orpheus continues to reach out to eurydice, and then during "all i've ever known", the way she reaches out to him but it's so hesitant and awkward, but orpheus just beams and immediately holds onto her 😭

hades and persephone were playing dominoes up on their little balcony and they actually looked so in love until orpheus started the epic, such good bg character acting

lillias white and betty who said mama bears hermes and persephone supremacy!!!

persephone #1 wingwoman she wants these two idiots to get married immediately

the entirety of "way down hadestown" with eurydice and orpheus being giggly and in love!! they're so so oblivious and focused on each other, just the most innocent love

adding onto the fact that jordan is shorter than both solea and phillip the moment where he jumps between them at the end of the song was so silly

i really love the detail that orpheus stays on stage for "a gathering storm" and the rest of the act, he's so focused on his work and doesn't notice anything

i was worried "wait for me" wouldn't live up to the hype but OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDD

the little details between hades and persephone, with them shifting from how they were acting in the balcony to persephone barely being able to reach out to hades

act 2:

love that eurydice is naive like orpheus, but in a cynical way

holy SHIT solea my beloved "flowers" was actually godlike

what if i lost my mind at how gentle orpheus was when he found eurydice... what if...

the way eurydice drew back when hades told orpheus that she went with him willingly, like she was ready for him to be angry at her... the way he went right back to her and was checking to make sure she was okay

literally started sobbing during "if it's true", the way orpheus gets angry in a way we haven't seen, and the chorus + eurydice join with him

when the chorus removed their caps and became people again... i was a wreck for the rest of the act ngl

"epic 3" or as i like to call it the "hey look at how hard i can cry" song

orpheus comparing himself to hades, and it being so emotional because we see how innocent and happy he is, how he loves so much, and has so much hope, and seeing how hades had become, and knowing that without eurydice, that's how orpheus becomes, giving up on love and life until he's killed

HADES AND PERSEPHONE DANCING 😭😭 THEY WERE SO PLAYFUL AND HAPPY

jordan and solea were just... the most amazing orpheus and eurydice. they just had such sweet chemistry, and "wait for me" reprise with them reaching for each other UGH

the way you could hear orpheus quietly crying as hermes began to sing the "road to hell" reprise somebody sedate me

IT'S ABOUT SINGING THE SAD SONG AND CONTINUING TO HAVE HOPE THAT IT'LL TURN OUT HAPPY THIS TIME

the only reason i didn't completely decompose is because the knowledge that in the myth, when orpheus dies, hades gives orpheus and eurydice their memories back, and they get to be together, happily, in the underworld.

anyways if i had the money and it was possible i'd fully go see hadestown over and over and over again because it just was so beautiful and impactful plus i'm a sucker for good greek mythology retellings

[belit0]

Carry You by Ruelle for Obito because.....🥲🥲🥲🥲

WHAT A GREAT SONG OMG, DEFINITELY ADDED TO MY PLAYLIST.

I was debating whether to do this with an adult or a young Obito, whether to involve Kakashi or…. one of my boys.

I like to believe Madara had some sort of affection for him😭💕

"I know it hurts" A male voice speaks to him from somewhere, sounding far away, and in his state of confusion Obito cannot understand what is happening. The last thing he remembers is the collapse, being crushed under some heavy rocks, and Rin taking his eye. He lost so much blood he shouldn't even be alive right now, but maybe the Uchiha spirit is real after all.

Something is holding him together.

"It's hard to breathe... sometimes... these nights are long..." The boy responds with effort, unsure if the voice he hears is a hallucination or if someone genuinely is there. Maybe his team came back for him? Maybe there is hope after all? Having lost time perception and not knowing how long he has been buried, anything is possible.

"You've lost the will to fight, kid." The male voice speaks with effort, and he can feel the rocks moving above him. The only thing that prevented him from not being crushed completely was the position in which the rock meant to kill him fell, supported by other boulders and allowing a small air gap between his body and death.

Someone tries to dig him out.

"Is anybody out there? Can you lead me to the light? Please… tell me it'll all be alright..." Between hallucinations due to blood loss and lack of oxygen, Obito struggles to decipher what is real and what is not, to understand if someone is actually trying to help him. With no vision and only being guided by what little he can hear from his one healthy ear, nothing makes sense.

Something gives him strength to speak, encouragement to try to guide the person who wants to help towards him, moving the unaffected half of his mouth as much as he can.

"You are not alone. I've been here, the whole time, singing you a song. I will carry you" His consciousness comes and goes, losing perception of what he can and cannot hear, of what he feels on the free side of his body. He senses some hands lifting the heavy stone, holding him in the air, salvation!

But he also dares not think there is a way out of this.

"I know you can't remember how to shine, your heart's a bird without the wings to fly, but..." The male voice continues speaking as if nothing, seemingly unconcerned about the child bleeding out or dying in his arms, totally confident in his actions.

He seems to know what he is doing.

"Can you take this weight of mine? Can you lead me to the light?" the Uchiha asks in desperation, struck by some sudden pain in the areas of his crushed body that still appear to feel. He can't open his eye, he can't hear out of that ear, he can't move his hand or foot, the agony is insufferable.

"You are not alone, child. I've been here the whole time, watching you. I will carry you, It's okay." The man affirms, scooping the boy into his arms and moving swiftly out of the danger zone in the blink of an eye. Obito's consciousness comes and goes, struggling to stay awake but exhausted at the same time, wanting to sleep and never wake up.

"You are not alone... I've been here the whole time..." that voice keeps repeating, and the Uchiha doesn't even have the strength to envision a mental image of the man who seems to be trying to save him. He doesn't know who he is, and he doesn't care either.

He just wants to sleep.

"You are not alone" The man repeats like a mantra "(not alone)..." Obito whispers back as if it brought him some sense of relief. Maybe it's the loss of blood, maybe it's the death of half of his body, maybe it's the lack of oxygen, but there is something comforting in knowing somebody is taking care of him, watching over him.

"I will carry you" The voice keeps on saying, with speed in his words and also in the atmosphere, as if he was running in a hurry towards somewhere "(is anybody out there?)" Obito asks again, disoriented and feeling as if his heart was about to explode. Nothing makes sense, he shouldn't be alive right now.

"I know it hurts, just hang on." The voice tries to give him calm, he can tell by the softness of his words, but the Uchiha is beyond good and evil, physically destroyed and emotionally drained.

He just wants to sleep.

"Yeah... It's hard to breathe sometimes..."

[vocalyrics]

Rain Road Girl - Translyrics

Free to use and modify with credit.

“A less than fortunate girl with a desire to be ruined.”

-

The raindrops keep on falling down, like always,

Even the sun is hiding behind the clouds on these days.

It's 4 PM, she has no umbrella out on her walk,

All alone, so whimsy, the girl wanders the block.

-

And as for those droplets of water that drip down her face,

Are they rain, or sweat, or maybe even tears, who's to say?

Not caring for the passersby and their small talk,

Keeping her head low the girl wanders the block.

-

Playing, flirting, saying this and that,

The price of living as nothing but a beggar

Is icy, cold, and frostbitten marks

Left from

Fingernails peeling off?

-

Saying “no!” but my arms are hung despite my tears,

“Hey wait, hey wait,” but it falls on deaf ears,

The lines of scars that keep piling up on my skin

Add up and blur, and another appears.

These kinds of relationships won't go anywhere,

I know they're wrong, but still I can't really care;

I don't hate them, 'cause I know it'll end someday,

And until then, I'll dream, letting my body be laid bare.

-

The raindrops keep on falling down, from up high,

As the sun is slowly setting in this evening sky.

It's 5 PM and the sunset passes by behind clouds,

Watching between the gaps the girl wanders the block.

-

“Tomorrow will be sunny,” she hears the forecaster say,

Even so, she knows scandalous days aren't far away.

“So then, why?” “What's it matter?” she mumbles out a mock,

Going unheard again, the girl wanders the block.

-

Crying “it hurts!”, there is nothing that's okay here,

“Hey wait, hey wait,” but no one cares to hear,

Counting the stains up on the dirty ceiling,

I try to fall sleep and to disappear.

These kinds of relationships won't go anywhere,

I know they're wrong, but still I can't really care;

I don't hate them, these savage and unruly hands

Shrouded in a black lingering haze I have learned to bear.

-

There is nowhere to go.

There is no place I belong.

There is nothing left in me.

There is no one out there.

There is nowhere to go.

There is no place I belong.

There is nothing left in me.

I just want somebody's love!

-

I tried to wash the pus from the wound rotting now,

Close it, stitch it up, try to fix it somehow,

But these bloodstained hands of mine that have gone cold

Are ones that no one would ever want to hold.

-

Ah, hey, hey, where is it that I need to go so I can finally be saved?

Hey, hey, somebody please tell me the answer, it's getting harder to breathe!

-

The raindrops keep on falling down, like always,

It's late at night and it feels like she's caught in a daze.

It's 2 AM, her dripping eyes are opened wide in shock,

And finally smiling, the girl wanders the block.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Prompt list for Requests! [OPEN!]

Hello my lovely Wonderlings! I realized this morning that I have hit just over 400 follows today! That is absolutely crazy and mindblowing to me because I honestly wasn't expecting this much love for my account! What had started as a little oneshot lists from older series I was too shy and insecure to post previous that just blew up over a short period of time! I am super grateful for you guys who have followed me; whether followed my account or have just been stalking to read my work without following, I still appreciate every single one of you! You have given me the encouragement to continue writing and finding new appreciation for the work I do so a BIG THANK YOU to every single one of you who have followed my journey this far in my writing! I have gotten to know a few of you over time as well and I'm grateful for the support and love you guys have shown me!

That being said, I would like to officially open up some prompt lists for requests! I know I have gotten a few already through my messages in the last week or two and I'm super grateful for that! I love interacting with you guys; so with that I'd like to introduce you to a list of prompts you guys can choose from to request a writing from! I know most of you will do so for Ghost (I love writing for them so I don't mind) but other fandoms are also welcome to be requested if I know them! I can't wait to see what kind of requests come find themselves in my inbox! <3 Love you guys so much!

~

[Fluff Prompt List]

"Your hair is so soft…"

"Your so cute when you pout like that!"

"Just relax, I'll wash your hair for you."

"I won't stop poking you until you give me some attention."

"What, does that feel good?"

"Ha! I found a weak spot on your haven't I?"

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

"You are ridiculously comfortable."

"I've had a rough day. All I want is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

"You're cute when your half asleep like this."

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

"We should get a puppy!"

[Injury/Comfort Prompts]

"Tell me where it hurts."

"How did this happen?"

"Let me see."

"How bad is it?"

"Can you carry me?"

"I can't move."

"Don't move!"

"This is gonna hurt."

"You're burning up!"

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

"Why didn't you tell me it hurt this bad?"

"Please, make it stop!"

[Non-sexual intimacy Prompts]

Finding the other wearing their clothes

Holding hands

One falling asleep on the other's lap 4, Cuddling in a blanket fort

Sharing a bed for the first time

Head scratches

Sharing a dessert

Messages or shoulder rubs

Reading a book together

Taking a bath together

Slow dancing

Accidently falling asleep together

[Angst Prompts]

"If there comes a day where we are not together; you will continue to shine like gold in my memories…"

"I was hurt, pretty badly one time. And while my outsides got better, my insides never did."

"Scream, shout, yell..say something!" - "You look as beautiful as the day I lost you"

"All I care about is you. You are stuck on me like a tattoo."

"Oh, brother we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos. No, we don't share the same blood but your my brother, and I love you; that's the truth."

"He ain't my blood he ain't got my name but if he did I'd still feel the same."

"I don't want to go but baby we both know. There is not a time; it's time to say goodbye. Until we meet again cause this is not the end. There will come a day when we will find a way…"

"What's small turned into a friendship that friendship turned into a bond and that bond will never be broken; the love will never get lost."

"You with the dark curls you with the watercolor eyes…"

"You will never be alone; I'll be with you from dusk til dawn. I will be with from dusk til dawn; baby I'm right here."

"I could play nice or I could be a bully. I'm tired and angry but somebody should be…"

"If you tell me your leaving I'll make it easy it'll be okay. And if we can't stop the bleeding we don't have to fi it we don't have to sty. I will love you either way, it'll be okay."

[Emotional Comfort]

"It's okay I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright. No one is going to hurt you."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"I'm okay, your okay, we're both okay."

"I don't care what they think; you're perfect to me."

"You don't have to be alone."

[the-firebird69]

There's a lot of people here who don't like Trump and they want him out and they are willing to do things to do it. And we do have a list of people we can call. Unfortunately about half of them are here and they do not like him.

+-it's going to be a heck of a night and people are tired of behavior but we have some things to announce

++this is a war zone and they're leaving our son alone and destitute make him angry all the time and treating him bad harassing him keeping him up and this is the name of the game I say what we say is why are you a bunch of jerks and can't wait till you're out you're stupid and of course they are they're all dying here right here where he is in PC I was exposure in the sheriff's they're all going to be gone or in mutant bodies and then gone and nobody wants to reverse it

++we found Mac Daddy weeping for quite a while yesterday you saying it doesn't believe me but I'm not separate and things this is just a big mess then you said this is too many stupid people on this damn planet this was problem it is the problem and he says they don't know how to do anything just sit there and fart and eat and s*** he got really mad I said I'm going to load this stuff up and take care of these idiots all of them and started fuming last night and he's telling everyone to double time it sent the orders so that I'll be damned if I didn't hurt by this stupid lunatics and he started to fire on them all over the place and get up and use it and stop dying for this idiot cause of nobody's and I said that's good idea and they're hitting and they're more like a falling and they're losing the battles they're holding it 15% in the East and they're holding it 30% in the West and they are decimated that as they tried to approach or taking them down and they are issuing orders to that effect all over the world and they're not taking anything else for an answer and they're getting very upset with anyone who disagrees in their ranks and taking them out back and shooting them and they see it happen so they don't do it no once a while they do and it's someone who's a little stupid and they're kind of spying and it wouldn't be accepted so that's why they're doing it so they found that that's what the case is now they're going after them and soon to be clear probably tomorrow it'll be some popping up occasionally but mostly out and they are getting fierce and taking things tons of stuff from the Macklemore lock and they do not want PGA to have all the stuff either now they're mobilizing their whole Force and all their people and telling them what to do and they have plans and it's about time somebody got mad because stupidity is winning.

++it's a good deal and then go ahead now cuz this is really annoying they're the last touch of everything everybody that don't care the strong same stupid things they run around saying stupid things it's going to be over shortly they're going to be in the cities and stuck there and Tommy F will be moved off they said it too we're just going to be a puddle of s*** like these idiots hey said I'd rather be taking over by the empire or have a chance to try and stop him either one they said it too just don't deserve anything what did they do and they said that and they said made a bunch of people s*** all over the place

What's going on right now it's very important

Thor Freya

Olympus

Really really huge news okay with us

Hera Zues

[nickitxrres]

Checking In - Pre-Ranch Attack

where Nicki checks up on Ares after he gets hurt and they spend some time together; Nicki finally tells Ares what happened the last time she was with the Daybreakers. @aresmelaina

tw: mentions of torture, physical & sexual abuse

Ares Melaina

-he's been resting on the bed Val had declared his sick-bed, staring at the ceiling. When he hears somebody come closer and he sees who it is, his eyes light up- Nicki! -he grins and tries to sit up, slowly- You know what's the worst part about being sick is? I get to sleep in my own bed. I kinda got used to both you and Fleet sleeping next to me.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki had put together a little goodie bag for Ares and was cautious as she stepped into the room Val had for him. As soon as she saw his smiling face she had one of her own and sat on the bed next to him- You don't have to sit up for me, mi luz. You did a number on your ribs. -she gave him a kiss before opening the bag and pulling out some snacks- It's mutual. We miss you so much, baby.

Ares Melaina

-he returns the kiss, his eyes lighting up when she pulls out various pieces of fruit- Ooooh, that's for me? -he grabs a pear, almost overripe and soft- We're gonna be sleeping together again before we know it, mi Reina. You're not rid of me for good, y'know?

Nicki Torres

-Nicki smiled, although it was a bit softer- I don't know about that. -he was bound to find out sooner or later- They're gonna send you back to Redwood to heal.

Ares Melaina

Yeah. -his smile slightly falters and he leans his head back- Zack told me. I mean, it makes sense. Guess we'll have to do that once you get back, huh?

Nicki Torres

-of course Zack did- At least you'll be safe. -She runs her fingers through his hair as she tries to keep a reassuring grin on her face- Among other things.

Ares Melaina

Yeah. I won't be a liability for you guys, too. I'm pretty useless right about now.

Nicki Torres

You're not useless. You're never useless. Having you here does so much more than you could even know. For Fleet, for our friends and for me. I just wish it was a different reason you were going back.

Ares Melaina

Right now I am. Can't even really lift my arms. -he sighs softly, blinking up at her- Me too. Like us having killed all the Daybreakers. I wanna fight with you.

Nicki Torres

I know you do, and I would love to have you fighting with me. But I want you to be healthy and alive a lot more. Besides, there's nothing saying you can't come back after you're all healed up, right? 

Ares Melaina

I want that too. I am planning on having a couple of years more. -he smiles but his face falters a little again when she talks about him coming back- Yeah. Maybe. I don't know if it'll be healed up soon.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki smiles softly at him. They both wanted that but she knew nothing was ever guaranteed. Especially now- What if I promise to save all the fighting until you get here?

Ares Melaina

-he chuckles softly, reaching to the side and for her hand- Val said if it heals, it's gonna take at least 10 weeks.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki inhaled a breath- Okay, ten weeks. I can hold them off for ten weeks. I mean, how hard can it be, right? -She laughed a bit at the end-

Ares Melaina

-he laughs too, wincing slightly when it hurts- Be safe, mi Reina. Please. Don't be reckless.

Nicki Torres

-She laughs with him but feels immediately guilty as he winces- I'm sorry, mi amor. -She pulls her legs up and carefully curls into him so she can hold him- I'll be safe. Promise.

Ares Melaina

-he closes his eyes, immediately overcome by a feeling of comfort when she curls around him- Good. You're gonna kick their asses, mi reina.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki wants to hold him tightly to her but she knows that she can't with his ribs and abdomen so she settles for what she has and nestles against him and letting the rhythm of his heartbeat soothe her- I'm gonna do more than kick their asses.

Ares Melaina

Shove your boot so far up their asses they're going to taste the leather? -Ares offers with a smile, reaching out to caress whatever part of her was closest- Ike told me something happened with you and the Daybreakers.

Nicki Torres

To start with, yeah. -she laughs at the thought, but it's true. When she got her hands on them she was going to make them wish that was all she did. His touch was enticing. Her warm immediately felt warmer just from it, calming enough to help numb her reaction to Ares' statement. She was glad that Ares couldn't see her face- He did, huh? What did he tell you?

Ares Melaina

Not much. Just that you had a past with them. -he would shift if it didn't hurt and he wasn't so comfortable, nestled up with her- I told him about what happened with Fabian.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki wasn't surprised. Ike probably wanted the whole story from both of them- I'm sure he asked oh so nicely about that, huh? -she hummed amusement at the end- But yeah, mi luz, I've got a history with them. It's why the whole Fabian thing shook me.

Ares Melaina

Yeah. I'm sorry. I tried not telling him but... He convinced me. -his fingers trail over her clothed skin, gently petting it- Is it hard for you? Being here and fighting them?

Nicki Torres

It's not your fault, Ares. I know what he's like. -for Ares' sake, she wouldn't bring it up to Ike. She was prepared for Ares to ask what the history was but he didn't and she pondered whether she should tell him now- Hard? No, not at all. I'm just getting ancy and worried about everyone else. -she breathes in and pushes the air out of her lungs- You can ask, y'know.

Ares Melaina

Okay. But do you want to tell me?

Nicki Torres

I don't like talking about it, but I don't want there to be unknowns between us in case things happen. Like I don't want you to wonder why I didn't tell you something or feel like I was hiding things from you. So if you want to know, I can tell you.

Ares Melaina

I want to know. -he blinks up at her- You don't have to deal with that stuff alone. Whatever happened to you. So you can tell me.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki sucks in a breath- I know. Ike said something similar. -she focuses on the wall for a moment- You know how before Redwood I was with Zack and his group, right?

Ares Melaina

Yeah. You mentioned that.

Nicki Torres

Well, the Daybreakers attacked the group. It was a massacre. Only a few of us survived and were taken as their prisoners. I got separated from Zack and the others almost immediately. This asshole had "other plans" for me. He beat me, he tortured me and, of course, I can take a beating any day so he came up with another way to get what he wanted and it worked. He wanted me to be his little obedient wife and I was so that he wouldn't hurt this other girl. He used me, touched me, made me do whatever he wanted. Just so he wouldn't hurt her. He's dead now, but it still bothers me.

Ares Melaina

-he listens attentively, carefully. He wants to reach for her hand but stays put, gently caressing her side with his thumb- Oh. Shit. That's horrible. I'm sorry. -he looks up at her, eyes earnest- How did you get out?

Nicki Torres

I.... -she breathes out- I got a knife and hid it under my pillow and after I let him fuck me I grabbed it and slit the motherfucker's throat. Then I ran as far and as fast as I could until I ran into Redwood.

Ares Melaina

Oh, Nicki. -he nudges her with his head, gently- I'm glad you made it out. Shit. That must've been.... You must've been scared.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki nuzzles against him as he nudges her before nodding- Yeah, I was.  And you know I don't get scared. But I wasn't scared to die. I was scared they'd take me back to their camp.

Ares Melaina

What would they have done in the camp? -he knows the answer can't be pleasant, but he wants to know-

Nicki Torres

Best case? Executed me to make an example to the other prisoners. But they're psychos, so I'm guessing probably locked me in a cage to only be brought out to be used for fun and entertainment.

Ares Melaina

Shit. Nicki. -he looks at her, eyes wide and full of sympathy.- Why didn't you tell me? -his tone isn't accusing, but gentle, though there is a slightly pained tone to it-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki breathed out heavily as she met his gaze- Because I don't like talking about it. And I don't want people thinking I'm damaged or weak because of it.

Ares Melaina

Do you think I'd think that?

Nicki Torres

I think that's what most people think when someone tells them something traumatic that happened to them.

Ares Melaina

I wouldn't think that. -his voice is a little quiet before he shakes it off again- I don't really think that's true. I don't think anybody would think you're weak. I mean, you're the opposite.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki brings up her hand to gently caress his face- That's because you know me. And I work very hard to not let it define me.

Ares Melaina

I don't think anybody else would think that either. -he responds earnestly- I... Sharing things like this isn't weak you know? Or living through things like that.

Nicki Torres

No? -she traces his cheek with her thumb- Why not?

Ares Melaina

Why it isn't weak? -he blinks for a moment, not sure how to answer that, and needing a second to put his words together- Because just shouldering that stuff on your own when it's hurting you isn't really strong. It's just...hurting you. I don't think it's weak to share things like that.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki listens and ponders his words- Huh.... I never thought of it that way....I always just thought if I told someone what happened that it would just make it harder to move past.

Ares Melaina

No. I think it can help. Having somebody know. -he looks up at her, tilting his head so he can kiss her hand- I want to help you.

Nicki Torres

-Nicki's mouth twitched at first but when his lips touched her knuckles she couldn't stop the smile from growing- I love you so fucking much, mi luz.

Ares Melaina

I love you too, mi reina. -Ares eyes were wide, full of love as he looked up at her- Can we just stay like this?

Nicki Torres

-Nicki used her free hand to run her fingers through his hair and massage of his scalp- Of course. I'm not going anywhere.

Ares Melaina

-he leans his head back a little nd closes his eyes. His mind ws whirling, with the things Nicki told him, but being like this with her, he had the distinct feeling that things would be okay. fter some time, his breathing began to slow, and he could feel some sense of tiredness swap over him-

Nicki Torres

-Nicki gently hums a soft lullaby as she plays with his hair. She can see how he was relaxing and his eyes drooping. Once he fell asleep she kissed the top of his head and curled around him more to make herself more comfortable so she could stay with him. Despite the threat around them, this felt safe and normal and she knew so long as she had Ares, everything would be okay-

///END

[blondrichclosetwitch]

“There she is; come close to her.”

Stay away, don’t you invade my home.

Strike another match girl, start anew.

And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Tryin' to play with the 'caine. Same old story again.

Oh it's a shame to lose your way as a child.

But your jealousy, oh, I can hear it now.

You know you can't hold me forever.

What do you think you'll do then?

It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again.

Truth hits everyone.

All I need to know I knew so early.

It's so lame that you could take my feelings and make yourself feel like you're better than anyone else who hasn't heard.

What's the point in pouring it all out when you guys just wear it on your coat?

Take a risk just for yourself and wade into the deep end of the ocean.

All these things will catch up to you.

Annie is the key.

“I always feel like somebody's watching me, and I have no privacy.”

I'm coming up only to show you're wrong.

At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral.

It's such a shame our friendship had to end.

“Everything is my fault.”

I won’t be me when you see me again. You you don’t see me, but you will. I am not invisible.

I am here.

'Cause I left that night, yeah.

But she’s the one.

Get my pretty name outta your mouth.

Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel.

I'm not your friend or anything, damn.

Now, back up off my family, move your hands.

Jezebel don't even stand a chance.

Cameras flash so much that I gotta do that Yayo dance.

When you meet me in person what do you feel like?

These haters be killing themselves.

Well, my trust in you is a dog with a broken leg.

“I wasn't letting up until the day she died.”

“Every time I say this I just know this time I mean it…but a feeling deep inside says it's okay one more time.”

I can see it in your walk.

See it in everything you do.

Even in your thoughts.

Look out, Helter-skelter.

And no one wants to speak about it.

They’ll print my message in the Saturday Sun.

Oh you’ve got green eyes.

Oh you’ve got grey eyes.

Oh, you’ve got blue eyes.

Wonder if he’ll ever know he’s in the best selling show.

“We’re gonna roll all the way to la Louisiana.”

You might say that I’m young. But there’s one thing that I know, though I’m younger than you, that even Jesus would never forgive what you do.

Let me ask you a question.

Is your money that good?

Will it buy you forgiveness?

“Can I have some money?…………………………………………………………….. I can’t tell you what it’s for.”

I’m not a little girl.

You don’t have to be a ghost amongst the living. You are flesh and blood.

All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk?

You can all go take a fucking walk.

“When that begins to flow, I really don’t care anymore. Thank your God that I’m not aware. And thank God that I just don’t care.”

Three of swords: the seventh shall be named. And, somebody’s watching you. everybody and they mama got your sex tape.

Sara.

I cursed the gloom that set upon us.

More dead than alive.

“I’m under your spell just like a man in a trance.”

Keep ‘em safe from all the harm.

Never give away what you always wanted.

You’ve got nothin but time.

Your world is just beginning.

Me and you, no truer two.

You spend half your life just to cover it up.

She wants to delete it. I won’t let her.