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Broken Heels (III / III)
Request: âThere's a protective Dean and Sam some kind of thing. They're friends with fem!reader, a shy and graceful girl. A long time ago the brothers took her in and a deep friendship was born. She only helps with research because she suffers from a heart failure, which leads to her being often dizzy nauseated and breathless. The brother care for her and always keep an eye out on her. Dean is secretly in love with her and vice versa. But neither of them admits it. One night Dean brings home some of his flings and the girl is really cruel to the reader.... Reader spirals into a rabbit hole, taking the things the bitch said to her to heart.... And shit hits the fan?! Some angst, drama and fluff, protective Winchesters.â - by anon
Word Count: 2,120
Warnings:Â language, negative self-talk, heated/arguing conversation, angst, fluff
A/N:Â I broke this request into two three parts because it ended up being much longer than expected. This last part took me forever to finish, still not sure I love how it turned out but here it is. No beta, all mistakes are mine, please message me if you see any! Watercolor heart from the header image credit.
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Youâre not really sure where heâs driving you, because itâs not back to the town you were hunting in, and itâs not towards home, either. It feels aimless, like heâs picking turns at random for the sake of the familiarness of being behind the wheel, like itâs the only thing thatâs grounding him right now. The sun has made its venture into the sky, climbing with each passing minute and painting the wisps of clouds in orange and pink. The quiet in the car is becoming unbearable, the inevitable conversation thatâs about to take place encroaching with each passing second.
You decide to just go for it, like that first jump into a cold pool. Just get it over with. Itâs either that or tuck and roll out the passenger door. ThoughâŠthe latter option might prove to be less painful when all is said and done.
âSoâŠâ you start quietly, âwhereâs Sam?â
âOh, Samâs still working on the case.â Every word is wrapped in frustration. His jaw is tight, fingers gripping the wheel with more force than necessary. You donât have to check for a speed limit sign to know that heâs exceeding it.
âYou left Sam?â
In a split second you find yourself almost relocated to the floorboards of the car, the lap belt cutting into your waist the only thing keeping you from sliding off the seat as Dean slams on the brakes. You manage to catch the upper half of your body weight with a hand on the dash, eyes wide as he veers off the side of the road and continues right on into the neighboring grassy field. The Impalaâs wheels find a small rut, bumps in and out of it, the frame vibrating from the uneven ground. He goes a few more feet and then comes to a complete halt, throws the gears into park and shuts off the engine. You quickly undo the seatbelt to rub your stomach.
âDean, what the hell-â
But heâs already opened his door and is exiting the vehicle, the loud slam of it shutting making you flinch. You watch him through the windshield as he walks a short distance into the field, then he stops and just stands there with his hands in his jacket pockets, his back to you.
You stay in your seat, staring at him, a bit stunned. Youâve known Dean for years, and in that time youâve seen his rough edges, watched him dissolve into anger that would leave him unable to speak, observed his elated highs alongside the dismal lows. But youâve never seen him like this⊠At least, not with you. Not because of you.
A steady breeze is blowing the tall, spring wildflowers around his legs, pushing small tufts of his hair in all directions. His stiff posture is a direct contrast to the serenity around him; a tranquil view from a distance thatâs lacking all of its peace up close.
âAh, screw it,â you mutter to yourself. You pop your door open and step out, the immediate onslaught of wind attacking your hair as you walk across the grass to stand beside him. Youâre not really sure how you feel, not sure what to think. A short hour ago youâd been on a bus, trying to get as far away from him as possible. And nowâŠ
âAlright, spill. Whatâs going on with you?â
He turns sharply, fire in his eyes. âWith me? Whatâs going on with me? Are you serious right now?â
He wants to pick a fight, to throw everything thatâs built up out into the open, and part of you does, too. You fold your arms, meet his glare with a steady one of your own. âYes, with you. How could you leave Sam to work a case by himself?â
Air snorts out of his nose in disbelief. âI left the case? Are we forgetting that youâre the one who just up and hopped a bus in the middle of the night? Without saying anything?â
âI texted Sam.â
âOh, you texted Sam. Of course. My bad.â
You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. âYou literally just drove god knows how many miles and tried to run a bus off the road, and youâre acting like Iâm the crazy one. I have every right to go wherever I damn well choose to. Iâm not a child, Dean, I donât need to get permission from you.â
âYou didnât even pick up your phone, Y/N. Iâve been calling you for hours, and I just kept getting your voicemail. What was I supposed to do, supposed to think? Since when do we not talk to each other? What the hell happened?â
His voice has progressively gotten louder with each question, and though heâs not quite yelling, the harshness has you blinking back an unanticipated bout of tears. Your mood shifts, the fight leaving you as doubt and dejection take its place.
Dean notices the change, and his eyes lose some of their sharpness. He rubs a hand on the back of his neck and lets out a deep breath. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to⊠I just donât understand much of anything thatâs been happening the past few hours. Why did you take off? Why did you just leave us like that?â
You wrap your arms tightly around your midsection, fixate on the grass beneath your feet, and manage to softly say -
âDo you⊠do you really not know?â
He doesnât say anything, which is ten times worse than all of the worst possible things youâre imagining he could say. You gnaw on your lower lip, anxiety building with each second that he doesnât speak. You canât take it anymore, canât take this, whatever this is. So, like a broken dam, you open your mouth and let it all flood out.
âI know that weâre not equals. I know I could never hold my own on a hunt with you. Hell, I proved that last month, didnât I? And you deserve someone who can have your back, someone who can actually help you when the time comes. I know you guys say I help, but thatâs different. Itâs reading lore and making lasagna, and anyone can do that. And to top it all off, Iâm an absolute mess. I cough up blood and I canât walk a mile without feeling like I'm going to faint. Iâm like this broken thing, this deadweight that you keep dragging along with you for some reason. And I donât get it. I really donât understand why Iâm still here, becauseâŠbecause you donât need me.â
Heâs still not saying anything. You give in to the weakness in your knees and sink down onto the ground, tugging your jacket around you and staring out at the borderline of trees in the distance as your fingers absentmindedly pick at the surrounding grass and flower stems.
âAnd then I was waiting in your room for you to come back from the bar, and instead that woman showed up. And she was just-â you chuckle dryly- âso delightful, by the way. A real charmer. And you didnât ask her to leave, so I left. I got out of your way. And I just⊠I couldn't stay, Dean. Donât you get that?â
He joins you on the ground, close but not quite touching you. You dare to glance at him from the corner of your eye, surprised by the solemness his features carry.
âYou donât-â he clears his throat, digs his fingers into the dirt- âyou donât really want me, Y/N. Not the way you think you do.â
You turn your head sideways, rest your ear on your bent knee so you can look at him. He avoids your gaze, but keeps talking.
âThat girlâŠsheâs easy. Someone I can lie to when she asks me questions, that I can be a completely different person for. Itâs just an escape, a night that doesnât matter because Iâll never have to see her again, never have to think about her again, worry about her again.â
Your face tightens. âAnd you want that?â
âItâs been pointless to want anything else. To let myself want something else. This lifeâŠitâs not safe to let yourself get close to anyone.â
âWellâŠsometimes you canât help it. Sometimes it just happens.â
He looks at you then, the right corner of his mouth turning up slightly. âYeah. Yeah it does.â
Thereâs a moment of hesitation, and then in one swift motion his arm goes up and around your shoulders, firmly scooping you into his side. You shuffle close and willingly lean in, resting your head in the crook of his neck. One of his hands stays wrapped around your arm, the other finding yours in your lap. A deep sigh leaves your body with the contact, the pent up tension youâd been carrying since last night dissolving with his touch.
âYouâre the farthest thing from broken, you know,â he says softly. âAnd donât you ever let me hear you say that we donât need you. Sam and I are damn lucky to have you.â
âIt doesn't always feel that way,â you whisper. âI still feel like Iâm broken all the time. And not just because of my heart problems, but because of everything thatâs happened to me, every mistake Iâve made, all the things I want to do, want to change⊠but I just canât ever seem to get there.â
âI get that,â Dean says, giving you a small squeeze. âIâve been there. But if Iâve learned anything, from Sam or Cas or anyone else in our lives, itâs that the broken heals. You just have to be willing to let it.â
You smile faintly, tilt your head up to look at him.
âDean?â
âYeah?â
âThanks for chasing me down. Literally.â
He meets your eyes, his face serious. âI didnât sleep with her, you know.â
Your blink, surprised. âOkayâŠwhy not?â
He bites the inside of his cheek, but doesnât answer.
You squeeze his hand. âYou know, you deserve to be with someone you can fully be yourself with. Someone you can talk to without having to fabricate your life, someone that actually gets it. And it may not be easier, butâŠI think it might be worth it.â
His features change then, and heâs suddenly looking at you in a way that takes you back to a flour filled kitchen, with mixing bowls and a pie waiting on the counter while heâs standing over you, your hand in his, heat and tension and a deep underlying desire filling the small space between. You swallow deeply, take in a shaky breath through your nose.
âDean-â
His lips on yours cut you off, no hesitation as he tilts your chin up with his hand to draw your face closer. Warm fingertips trail down your cheek and then tangle in your hair as he gently pulls at your bottom lip. Itâs a single, long, perfect kiss, and you canât breathe properly, but you donât really want to. He pulls away, kisses you lightly again, once, twice. And your head is spinning and your breathing is ragged and you can feel a goofy grin stretched wide across your face.
âYou good?â
You nod, breathless, still smiling. Youâre not sure if you can stop at this point. Youâve wanted this for the longest time, wanted him. And now that itâs happening, you still canât believe that itâs real. It feels like a dream you never want to wake up from.
Dean releases his hold on you and stands up, snapping you from the moment. He stretches his hand out, a smile on his face. âReady to go?â
You raise your eyebrows, still trying to collect yourself. âGo? Go where?â
Your smile fades, uncertainty underlying the pure flood of euphoria youâd just experienced. Were things already back to normal? Just like that? Did you imagine the last few minutes? Did the bus you were on crash, and youâre actually in a coma?
Heâs smiling at you, waiting expectantly, and your face flushes from embarrassment. You grasp his hand, and he effortlessly pulls you to your feet. He doesnât give you a chance to step away, though. He keeps a firm hold on your hand and tugs you back into him. Toe to toe, your chest flush against his, he cups the side of your face, erasing any of the doubt as he says -
âIâve been wanting to do that for a long time.â
And then heâs kissing you again, firmly holding you tight against him while he steals the breath from your lungs.
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#warrior cats#wc designs#splashtail#splashstar#riverclan#warrior#deputy#clanleader#the broken code#a starless clan#he has a 'baby face' to highlight how young he is and when he shows his true colours it's a total heel turn
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breaking your favourite pair of heels after a really long and stressful day at work, so you cry to fwb!rindou over the phone out of impulse, and when he picks you up from work, he takes you back to his and he fucks the sadness out of you. but you fall asleep after sex and when you wake up in the middle of the night you find him awake, half naked in his living room, fixing your broken pair of heel because you'd told him once it was gifted to your late mother by your dad who makes shoes for a living, and was later passed down to you after her death.
"i don't like seeing you so sad." rindou mumbles when you hold your now fixed shoes close to your chest before climbing into his lap to weep.
"all fixed. now smile a little, yeah? for me?"
os ventos do amor | my fwb!rindou does things to me.
#after this is when he realises he wants to fix ur broken shoes forever n ever#the next day u bring him to see ur mom at her grave while wearing her pair of heels#with ur dad standing behind the both of you#he introduces himself as a friend but dad knows otherwise from the lovesick look on your faces#â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž#毫äœ#rindou haitani x reader#rindou x reader#rindou haitani#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev x reader
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my brain, 7 times a day: you mean... you're... quirkless again?
#yup but... i never had a quirk in the first place... so i can't be too broken up about it. besides i couldn't have transferred it without#wanting to. my time with it... gave me a glimpse of the most amazing dream.#flashback what dirty tricks did you use to do it you quirkless twerp?#flashback then i'm gonna rise even higher than that. i've gotta keep growing too!#flashback don't you dare let me surpass you izuku!#huh? w... waahcchan?!#no... no no no... ugh... i mean...#what the hell... did i do to you?#i guess i thought... we'd be competing... and i'd be on your heels... for the rest... of our... lives......#the brainrot is strong guys#bkdk#bakudeku#dkbk#dekubaku#ktdk#katsudeku#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero acedamia#bnha 424#mha 424#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou#bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku
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"Did I lose a tip?"
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light, camera, bitch, smile
in stilettos for miles
#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#the eras tour#ts ttpd#taylor nation#ttpd#tsttpd#1989 taylor's version#midnights#tstheerastour#lover#lover era#1989 era#i can do it with a broken heart#in stilettos for miles#eras tour shoes#eras tour boots#eras tour heels#midnights era#lights camera bitch smile
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I got these shoes from someone recently but thought they were way too plain looking, so I set out on a quest to customize them with some sharpies and charms and miscellaneous ribbon I had in my craft drawers. Mostly sky themed (clouds, rainbows, rain, stars, etc.) because that's my favorite aesthetic, but I had to include some cat imagery as well, of course lol.
#also honestly had NO IDEA that real converse have that star logo on the INSIDE not the outer part??? why the hell would you want it on the#inner portion where nobody can see it?? my entire life I always would have sworn it was on the outer facing portion..#I think these would be perfect IF they were just slightly taller (top part higher above ankles instead of just weird hard material digging#right into your ankle whenever you walk) and if they were actual good platforms. they're so short. It's good that 'chunky' shoes are gettin#more popular as they've always been my favorite Look ever since I had these shoes with roller skates that pop out of thebottom (not heelys.#but like. before those. it was two whole entire roller skate wheels like a normal pair of roller skates) and the bottoms were so tall and#clunky and it made my feet look giant (because it had.. entire wheels in the bottom pockets lol). so#I've alwatys been into the aesthetic but . still I find a lot of the 'brands jumping on trend' are too short of platforms#OR they're plafrorms with a raised back/heel/wedge which to me is not aesthetically good and also makes them exceptionally uncomfortable to#wear compared to just plain completely flat chunky platform bottoms. ANYWAY.. if these shoes had a 3 or 4 inch platform I think they'd be#cooler. however for what they are it's still fine! and I like them more now that they actually have some sort of anything to them and#aren't just plain white. The weird thing is that the material it's made out of (maybe some sort of leather or something) absorbs sharpie?#the color changes over time. You draw a mark and then leave it for a few days and it either fades into being barely there or has changed#colors. so I had to go back in and redo parts. ALSO the shoe chains are so funny because I did NOT have the right tools for them#I don't have the stuff to make bracelets or open and close the little rings. they're held onto the shoe with just safety pins and the actua#little rung things that hold the charms on half of them are like broken or the metal is just jam smushed together bent and warped hhbjhjhb#I actually like the back a lot where there's the irridecent star thing hot glued on there. it's cool and shiny. and the clouds#are sparkly on the main parts of the shoe though I'm not sure how well it shows up in pictures#ANYWAY... shoegs..... If I were rich this is one of the things I would definitely custom order from craftsman#why would I spend like thousands of dollars on plain ass shoes that are just expensive because they're a Luxury Brand when I could literall#like pay people to create me custom shoes to my exact specifications?? I could have like 5 inch flat platform boots with fur andclouds#and cat shaped holes in the bottom with LEDs in them with pom pom and charms and etc. etc. etc. Like as gaudy and excessively over#decorated as I want lol.. AND they could have skates in the bottom somehow!! ghjgbhjb#this on top of all the custom wizard costumes and period clothing I would order.. Like i LOVE customizing things. I love everything in my l#life being as particualr as possible and cultivating every experience I have to meticulously meet my own specific criteria as much#as is possible. If I had the money to I would never buy something from a store again. EVERYTHING I owned from furniture to clothing#would be either made by me - or mostly - comissioned from craftsmen. custom tiles for my floors. custom bed. custom table.#even like. custom toilet. custom sinks. etc. etc. ouGGH... but yeah.. anyway... shoes..
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Thinking always of King who still feels so new to the world, excited and eager to explore all that it has to offer. Kingsley who is young and foolish--full of passion and still a romantic at his very core--but also inexperienced. Impulsive, acting on sheer instinct at first; he steals a kiss from Caleb in a moment of weakness, when the memories and dreams start to blur, and his own heart betrays him.
King who feels like he's falling in love for the very first time, whose never had a relationship before. And being alive again for the first time in the longest time, every feeling is sharp as a knife, cuts right through him. The world is too much, too vibrant, too bright; his heart pounding when Caleb holds him in his arms for the very first time, the barest touch lighting a fire in him.
King who wants nothing more than to forget the gnawing, all consuming, hollow ache of Empty, Empty--chasing any rush that makes him feel real and whole, keeping his body grounded in the moment to forget the ceaseless dreams that haunt him day and night. Kingsley who just wants to feel, and touch, and cling to another lost, longing soul.
Caleb whispering soft words of reassurance and gently parting Kingsley's hair, soothing him to dreamless sleep with a kiss on every scar. Caleb knowing what it means to feel as though your heart's been torn away, the desire to just lose yourself in someone else to forget ever feeling Empty. Even if they destroy you along the way--
Caleb returning King's first kiss, gentle and compassionate. Caleb being so protective of this once shattered shard of a soul--a broken promise and a broken stone, the memory of Molly lying naked and bloodied at his feet, the sting of tears when it all fell apart. "Empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf." Caleb holding onto his Circus Man while he still has the chance, never wanting to let go--wanting so badly for King's first experience with love to be a happy memory.
#mollymauk / king and caleb widogast thoughts haunting me once again--#widomauk#king acts so impulsively and just falls head over heels for caleb and acts on it immediately and i just...cant get over that#i can see him just kinda falling into a relationship with caleb#caleb knowing king feels like he's in a relationship for the very first time and just. being so kind and careful with him#caleb who has let others into his heart and been burned before#who wants to make sure king never gets his heart broken like that--#caleb being his very first partner and how much that means to both of them--#they simply mean the world to me--
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An excerpt from training for directed retrieves during my coffee break!
Directed retrieves are a really fun gundog exercise where a dog fetches multiple birds or bumpers in a sequence that you (the handler) ask. They can be marked retrieves (where the dog sees where the bumper fell) or blind retrieves (where the dog doesn't see the fall and you have to guide them with your voice and hands). I'm teaching this mostly as an enrichment activity, but it's an important piece for irl hunting retrievers to ensure birds aren't wasted in the field. I started teaching this exercise by throwing kibble in two different directions while she stood in a heel and then releasing her to them one at a time. This was our first try with directed retrieving of bumpers!
In this video I'm asking Rory to get into heel position (and rewarding that heavily because heel position = best place to be), asking her to stand steady while I throw two bumpers, and then directing her to pick up the first bumper I threw.
The duck bumper (the second one) is her preferred bumper so I chose to throw the paint roller to my left - when I put my hand out to line her up, it sort of blocks her view of the duck bumper so she's more likely to go to the one I want even though she likes the other one better.
Because this was the first time we practiced this exercise with bumpers, I wasn't looking for a perfect retrieve to hand - when I sent her to the duck bumper (not in the video), she dropped it at my feet instead of waiting for me to take it. That's no big deal, we can work towards a tighter retrieve after she gets more confident with the game.
We're going to keep practicing indoors for a while and once she's looking confident (and assuming things don't get too icy) we'll start working outside so we can build distance and speed.
I will also keep practicing lining her up (using my hand to guide her line) so we can start working on send-outs for blind retrieves and commitment to running out in a straight line! I have some ideas on how to use very small pieces of food to start this indoors and then we can move it outdoors in the spring.
She's doing awesome though! I'm really happy with her steadiness and her ability to think through puzzles. It's gonna be a fun winter working on these skills!
#dogblr#rory borealis#my face#bird dog training#steadiness training#retrieve training#at the very beginning of the video you can see her 'opt in' (tell me she's ready to start) by looking at the bumpers on the counter#it's a subtle communication from rory but important because it would have been more frustrating if i started when she wasnt ready#i had just woken her up from a nap because i wanted to work on this while i was waiting for my coffee to brew#i like how she is really understanding steadiness (dont move your feet)#and i was super happy with how well she committed (didnt glance away) once i lined her up#i shouldnt have rewarded her looking up at me before i lined her up because i dont want that#but i thought i was rewarding her standing still#ill time that better on the next rep#one minor issue im having is i always tap her head to release her from heel#and i cant do that if im using my left hand to line her up#im not sure if the correct direction is to fade my line or fade my tap#i think once i figure out which one to do itll build her confidence on the release#i think i want to keep the tap so i might practice lining her up and then moving my hand while she keeps commitment to the line#another piece to work on!#it's cool to see it broken down in tiny pieces tbh#this is an unrelated but adjacent rant:#yesterday on dogbook i saw a post that was asking for recs for high value treats because their dog lost interest#if they couldnt figure out the activity in 30 seconds#and it irks me because if your dog cant figure out what youre asking in 30 seconds#i think your activity is too hard and needs to be broken into smaller pieces#ESPECIALLY with an indepent thinker#sure some dogs will power through uncertainty and frustration but why are you asking them to#look inward and see how you can break it into smaller pieces#(it irks me because it is the exact problem and response i had with mav - live and learn and look back and all that)
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thinking about vhaal's complex relationship with i love you's
#how he can always tell when sb doesn't mean it#and will be like 'don't lie to me/you don't have to do that' in a very Cold/Detached tone#bc he has done so enough times to sound very convincing when he says it#to the point he himself has questioned it if he meant it#on the other hand when they do mean it........ also complicated#his response Truuuuuuuuly varies depending on his mood#and he can be sooooo cunty abt it#it can range from a soft weepy 'thank you for loving me'#to a snappy 'yeah well so does everyone'#to grabbing ur face and going 'how much? show me'#or if he's head over heels for u a whole long speech abt how much he loves every inch of u#then gl surviving the night bc the bed's getting broken in half sjdhbsdjh#Ëâđ©àŒșđ·àŒ»đȘâË ooc â lenny.
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parallel universe where sigma kills fyodor in the security room and gets bodyswapped but fyodorâs plan is foiled because he canât figure out how to take off all 500 layers of sigmaâs outfit
#dazai making it to the exit first with a broken leg because fyodor canât walk in heels#bsd reread
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Broken Heels (I / III)
Request:Â âThere's a protective Dean and Sam some kind of thing. They're friends with fem!reader, a shy and graceful girl. A long time ago the brothers took her in and a deep friendship was born. She only helps with research because she suffers from a heart failure, which leads to her being often dizzy nauseated and breathless. The brother care for her and always keep an eye out on her. Dean is secretly in love with her and vice versa. But neither of them admits it. One night Dean brings home some of his flings and the girl is really cruel to the reader.... Reader spirals into a rabbit hole, taking the things the bitch said to her to heart.... And shit hits the fan?! Some angst, drama and fluff, protective Winchesters.â - by anon
Word Count: 2,200
Warnings: side effects due to heart failure, language, bullying, mentions of blood, negative self-talk
A/N: Italics refers to flashbacks. I broke this request into two three parts because it ended up being much longer than expected. I also re-used one of my previous drabbles as the first flashback in this fic. No beta, all mistakes are mine, please message me if you see any! Watercolor heart from the header image credit.
(Read Part 2)
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âIâm not going to hurt you. I promise.â
You plaster yourself even further into the corner, the cement walls of the crevice youâre in cold against your sweaty skin. Your limbs are still shaking, trembling, in fact, an uncontrollable reaction to the fear still coursing through your veins.
âAre you injured?â
You assess yourself without moving, but your brain canât track anything.
His boot scrapes the ground as he repositions himself in a sitting position. The harsh sound almost makes you scream, and you shut your eyes tight.
âSorry,â he says quietly. You can see him out of your peripherals, his jean clad legs drawn up, bare arms resting on his knees, hands clasped together. Thereâs a dark red splash of blood on his leg and grime coating his forearms. He runs his hands through his short hair and lets out a deep sigh, but doesnât say anything else.
You donât know how much time passes as he sits there with you. Both of your feet fall asleep, the pins and needles biting up your ankles, reminding you that youâre still alive. You settle onto your bottom, letting the blood flow resume its normal route. By the time he speaks again, the rigidity has left most of your muscles.
âI remember the first time I saw a werewolf attack,â he gently starts. âI was ten. Followed my dad one night. Really wish I hadnât. I didnât even see the action, just the blood and bodies. Scared the hell out of me.â
You feel the tears run down your cheeks as you start crying, the full reality of what just happened finally hitting you.
âItâs okay if youâre scared. But I promise that Iâm not going to let anything happen to you. Iâm not going anywhere.â
A sob catches in your throat, and your shoulders shake alongside it.
âWhatâs your name?â
âY/N,â you manage to choke out.
âY/N, itâs good to meet you. Iâm Dean.â His hand extends into the hole youâre in, palm up. âLetâs get you out of here.â
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âY/N, you in here?â
Deanâs voice carries across the room, startling you from your sleep. The memory that had wrapped itself into your dreams, the day that Dean had pulled you from the hole of an old life and into the light of another, fades with each blink of your heavy eyelids. You donât have time to answer him because heâs already rounded the row of shelves, eyes latching onto you and a smile simultaneously finding his lips.
âThere you are. Sam said you were here doing research, but that was hours ago.â
Heâs wearing his âfedâ suit, the loosened tie indicating that heâs done interviewing for the day. You sit up fully in the old armchair youâd made your home base, eyes falling to your watch and eyebrows rising in surprise.
âShit, I must have fallen asleep.â
You glance around the library, notice the lack of people and the low, golden light beaming through the windows. You close the open book in your lap and add it to the stack on the table beside you, knees yelling in protest as you unfold them so your feet can find the floor.
His hand comes into view, extended as an offering of help, which you gladly accept. He clasps your palm firmly in his, gently pulls you to your feet, his other hand coming to your back to steady you. He waits a few seconds before letting go, a necessary habit that both brothers had formed over the past year. Your lungs are tight, and a cough threatens to push its way up your throat. Deep breaths, eyes closed, you focus all of your energy into suppressing it.
âYou good?â
Itâs a question youâre asked more times than you care to count, like a mantra that everyone around you canât help but reply with any time you so much as twitch in a concerning manner.
You open your eyes again, meet his with a smile. âIâm great.â You stuff your notebook into your bag and swing it over your shoulder before placing a hand on the crook of his arm. âWhat did you guys learn from the locals today? I found a few leads myself that we can follow up on.â
You walk out of the library together, Dean supporting you, like he always does.
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âDammit!â
You hurl another shoe at the door, your back sliding down the wall as you sink to the floor with it, sobs wracking your body. The dress youâre wearing billows around your legs, your now bare feet tucked under you. Arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you let the tears fall. You know your makeup is going to be ruined. You donât really care.
âY/N?â
Three hesitant knocks follow your name, then-
âYou good? Can I come in?â
Even if you wanted to answer, you canât. Your lungs begin their typical protest, a cough soon shaking your frame. You try to pull in a breath but only find yourself weezing between each cough, your head spinning alongside them.
A warm hand appears on your back, firmly rubbing circles.
âSammy! Get some water!â
Dean slides between you and the wall, his legs on either side of you, pulling you back into his chest while he says, âBreathe, Y/N. Just take a breath. Nice and slow.â
The hand that had been covering your mouth is now speckled with bright red. You look down at your dress through watery eyes, see the spots there as well, stark against the pale blue fabric.
Sam appears in front of you, resting on his knees with a glass of water in one hand. âHere, take a sip. Nice and slow.â He helps you find the straw, and you manage to suck down a small sip of metallic tasting water before another cough overtakes you.
It takes some time, but your chest slowly grows less tight, your throat finding relief with each drink. You finally lean your head back against Deanâs chest, pull a long and even breath through your nose and let it out with a sigh.
âWhatâs going on with the shoes?â Dean asks.
You look at the scattered pile of high heels that litter the floor of your room, a grimace scrunching your nose as you feel your face redden with embarrassment.
âYeahâŠsorry about that.â
Sam reaches for the shoe closest to him, picks it up and turns it over in his hands. âThink you threw this one a little too hard.â He pushes the thin heel with his finger and you watch as it swings on the base like a door hinge, barely holding on.
You shrug. âDoesn't matter, theyâre worthless now, anyway.â
Dean rests his head on top of yours and squeezes your hand that you only just now realize heâs been holding the entire time. âWhat does that mean?â
More tears well up, and you swallow hard to try and keep them down. âI canât wear them anymore. I tried, I put on this dress, I did something nice with my hair for once, strapped on those damn heels. But I canât walk in them anymore. My balance is to shit these days. I canât go two feet without getting dizzy. Almost broke my damn ankle.â
The way Samâs looking at you makes you wish the floor would open up and swallow you to avoid the mortification. You sniff and let go of Deanâs hand to rub the sure to be smudges out from under your eyes, push the hairs that had escaped their clips back into place.
âIâm fine. Iâm okay. Iâm just being stupid. You guys go on ahead and go to this gala thing without me. Iâll just slow you down, anyway.â
Dean finally gets up from behind you, the lack of contact creating a very noticeable bubble of cold air in its wake. Sam stands up beside him, sets the broken heel down on your bed, and then theyâre both extending a hand down to you.
You look up from your place on the floor, eyes tight in confusion. âWhat?â
Dean rolls his eyes. âSweetheart, if you think weâre leaving you behind, well, think again.â
âBut I canât-â
âWho says you have to wear heels? Iâm not wearing heels. Samâs not wearing heels, at least I think heâs not. So why should you?â
You hesitate another second before reaching out to let them help you to your feet, neither brother letting go once youâre standing.
You sniff back stray snot, look down at the crimson spots on your dress. âIâll need something else to wear.â
âConsidering you look damn good in anything, that shouldn't be a problem,â Dean says with a wink.
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The motel door bangs open loudly, making you jump. You look up from the show youâd been watching on your tablet, eyes widening as a woman you have never seen before walks in. Each step in her stiletto heels exhibits confidence, like she has the right to be in every room she enters. Including the one youâre occupying, apparently.
âUm, hello?â
Her eyes cut to your voice, quickly finding you at the corner table. âOh, who are you?â
You take in her sleek black dress, dangling earrings, and bright red lipstick and immediately feel self-conscious in your sweats and oversized T-shirt. âIâm Y/N. This is my room.â
Her lips pout. âNo, this is Deanâs room. Four-oh-five. He told me to meet him here.â
The muscles in your jaw clench, amusement promptly turning to anger. âAh. Gotcha. Well⊠as his girlfriend, Iâm afraid Iâll have to ask you to leave.â
She laughs, a loud cackle that makes your ears grow warm. âOh, you sweet little thing. As if.â She chuckles to herself, walks a few feet closer to rest on the edge of the bed, one dainty leg crossing the other, her shiny heels reflecting in the lampâs light. âYou must be the girl he was telling me about at the bar. Who was it⊠his sister?â She smiles, tight and cold. âNow be a dear, because I must have gotten the rooms mixed up. Whereâs Dean staying?â
Youâve had enough at this point, in more ways than one. Anger mixed with embarrassment has your face flushed and your heart beating much faster than it should be as you push the chair back and stand.
âListen, I donât know who the hell you think you are, butâŠbutâŠâ
Your head swims as black dots coat your line of sight. You must have gotten up a bit too fast, and it takes a few breaths for the dizziness to subside. Itâs only a few seconds, but the silence following the start of your sentence is painstakingly obvious. When you look at her again, sheâs staring with mild traces of disdain, a scrunch creasing her nose.
âWhat are you,â she scoffs, âa cripple?â
Any fight youâd been carrying inside of you immediately disappears at her words. You open your mouth to respond, but no sound comes out; just a startled stifling of emotions and thoughts leaving your mind completely blank.
She snaps her fingers at you. âHello? God, are you stupid, too?â
You slowly sink back into your chair, clearing your throat as you fold your arms tightly around you. âCan you please leave?â you manage to whisper.
She sighs, long and dramatic. âYou still havenât told me where Dean is staying.â
As if on cue, the door opens again and Deanâs long legs carry him into the room. He spots you immediately, surprise and confusion painting his face.
âY/N, hey. What are you doing here?â He looks between you and the girl still sitting on the bed, then focuses back on you. âSam said you guys were working through the stuff you found at the library.â
You nod, clear your throat. âYeah, we were. We, uh, weâre taking a break. He went for a food run.â You very much need to be anywhere but here right now. You carefully stand again, unplug your tablet, and hold it tightly to your chest. âNeeded to borrow your charger. Sorry, Iâll⊠Iâm leaving now.â
It takes all of your willpower to not bolt out of the room, to take steadily measured steps across the worn carpet, to keep your eyes on the floor and off of the woman that you can see sneering in your peripherals.
Deanâs hand is suddenly on your arm, gently stopping you right before you make it to the doorway, turning you towards him.
âHey, you good?â
You look at him then, read the discomfort on his face, watch his eyes flit between you and the girl heâs brought back to his bed for the night. The girl thatâs not you. Thatâs never you. The girl who can still wear tight dresses and wonât trip in heels. The girl thatâs beautiful without trying, that catches the eye of every man in the room. The girl who can undoubtedly show a man the time of his life without needing to rest to catch her breath.Â
The girl that Dean wants.
You smile, but it doesnât reach your eyes. âIâm great. See you in the morning.â
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being raised by humans, how does alex feel about other dragons? any thoughts on being the last pulsar?
So, he was raised by Riptide's family, which is friendly towards dragons! He was raised in a loving household and taught to respect AND be respected.
He did face discrimination from the rest of his neighbors though, especially when he was smaller and looked less threatening. When he started getting big this didnt totally stop as by this point they knew he was kindhearted enough that he wouldnt attack, but its still harder to try and be mean to something that dwarfs you in size and could potentially blow you up.
Even still all of this didnt really worm into his brain and he still thinks of dragons as his peers and not deserving of the backlash they get, even though he was taught about them its still not the same, so he still has a pretty human view of them until he starts getting out there (literally, when they escape the arena)
His contact with other dragons is really limited too, so whenever he gets to talk to another one he is Thrilled about it even if the other party isnt as keen to talk (because this usually happens in the arena before or after fights)
As for being the last pulsar, it is not common knowledge in the world. So he isnt aware hes the last until he gets told by someone else.
#ask#broken horizon#alex#sidenote of info. so because hes raised by humans he never learned how to fly properly. he doesnt know#and also. in arena fights hes always playing a villain character. hes the heel of the fights usually unless theres someone meaner#and then outside of that hes himself and is all like :D omg ur the champion of wherever im a big fan!! and the other dragon is like. Huh.
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actually i think ghost seeks out tall partners cause it makes him feel coquette when someone else puts their arm around his shoulder
#.kiko-talks#what the fuck am i saying#im actually brain broken right now#but also im right#bonus points if they wear platform shoes or heels#.cod#.ghost
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i really like how we have a seemingly supernatural case for each ep of abh while simultaneously learning more about the lis (also love mc's backstory and flashbacks it's done really well where it shows us just enough to be intrigued) but i can't stand the way the diamond choices are set up it's so unnatural and breaks the flow of the story
#romance club#rc abh#astrea's broken heart#and its weird that all the lis are head over heels for mc immediately i hope its manipulation or smth đ€#i do have to give them flowers for details about how unempathetic and uncaring the lis are about the people theyre supposed to help it adds#it adds to their mystery
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anyway can't wait for Zag to never actually do anything with this budding relationship.
#âȘ â ⊠â âââ â nathalie sancoeur / visage â ïč â like a perfect picture with a broken frame. â â«#miraculous ladybug spoilers#/ i have. so many thoughts.#/ esp knowing nathalie intends to keep maribug's secret about what went down with gabriel#/ not to mention her knowing their identities and everything that involves#/ casual reminder that my nathalie is never going to be a ''good guy'' even if she allies herself with the heroes#/ she will always be a cruel and hateful person no matter what heel-face turn zag gives her#/ i love the idea of her feeding marinette her own negativity#/ all this hatred she had and has#/ and marinette having to accept that someone being an adult doesn't always mean they ''know better'' and choosing to be better than nat#/ but yeah ''san coeur'' sorry she's not going to suddenly become good#/ you wrote it into her fucking name guys#/ anyway i continue to be canon divergent but yeah. i did love this element it's just a sin they won't fucking do anything with it.
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