#feeling very i don't believe this is happening lisa today

[buffonias]

[botanikos]

Image text: It's Lisa Simpson giving her presentation with the words "I blocked and deleted anons for months, and left this blog/Stolas only for it to all keep going anyway."

Today, while singing around the kitchen after having a hard time at work, I had some "post-stress clarity" or whatever you want to call it.

I have been so exhausted, anxious, and genuinely saddened by the ongoing anonymous tirade that continues to mention my name (and others — but I don't speak for them, only myself). So allow me to make some clarifying statements, shall we? Not that I owe anyone a single word... besides, those I am close with or who know me know the truth. And let me just say thank you.

To everyone else, I refuse to apologize for making this post. As a victim of this circlejerk of an anonymous harassment campaign that people don't want to acknowledge or take seriously and just label as regular old "drama" even though it's been going on for months and that is fucking WILD — I am tired of keeping quiet. So here it is, why I "left."

1. My very first anonymous "criticism" was not that at all. I still wouldn't classify it as "hate" either, despite what others thought of it at the time. However, I have come to the conclusion now, months later, that it is entirely possible, and very likely, they mistook me for someone else. "Jude, that is awfully generous" ; no it isn't. It's what I believe to be true. My URL, at the time before it was changed to botanikos, was very similar to another person's. Knowing what I do now, it makes sense. No harm, no foul.

2. I have no real proof of who has been / is / was sending the constant barrage of anonymous messages. The Cam blog stepped up and said it was them. I believe they played a part in it, for sure, but considering things are STILL being said and I received messages even after blocking them. . . Huh. Interesting, don't you think? Anyways. . . That being said — Not once have I ever made a post about or directed towards another name that has been consistently mentioned in all of this, yet my posts were stolen and used. Linked, of course, because I took the reblog feature away. So again. . . The only things I have ever addressed are a select very few (2-3 messages at most) anonymous asks. I have. . . So many screenshots of messages I consistently received. Let that sink in.

3. "Just ignore and block. They will stop." If that were true, do you think I would have left this blog? No. Again, I don't know who is behind any of this, but it doesn't take rocket science to realize it's because I write Stolas and started befriending people? I assume that is what I am guilty of and what drew the attention? Coz otherwise, WHAT is the reason FOR ALL OF THIS/THAT? I'll wait, if anyone has a valid explanation. . .

4. Yea. I DID make a new blog! Wow! It's almost like I felt unsafe and anxious on this one after everything that's happened/been going on! And the only real way I saw myself regaining control of the situation was to take a few days away, shut down this blog, and start anew?!?! And even still, my name is being dragged around to other people. . . Funny how cowards don't want to ask or talk to me themselves about whatever curiosities they have. Huh! But no longer surprising. I'm just disappointed that I know 6 year olds with more decency and respect than the adults over here.

At this point, I am acutely aware that whoever is behind this, while I may not know their direct identity. . . It is SOMEONE or a group of people who are either close friends with one another and have interacted with me on some level (or the people around me) or they are someone I am close to and unaware of their double standards.

So, of course, I'm going to use a different name and different blog, be private and highly selective, and slow to follow people back or write anymore. Because my spirit and desire to be here while not entirely gone has been severely broken. If you feel like you need anything made clear or confirmed from me, just ask. I have screenshots of everything I need/felt was necessary. I'm an open book. Talk to me in private if you need anything more from me. But there's your explanation.

So let it fucking go. At this point, I'm done being sad about it; now I'm just furious. And if saying all of this makes you dislike me or question my character, I hope you take a moment to do a little reflecting yourself, too. Because nothing I've said above is in any way demeaning. I have given you my experience(s). This blog has brought me so much joy, and sparked new friendships that I am grateful for. But the fact remains that I had to leave. I have to be someplace else, and I'm not even fully present there either.

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 12 Part 1

We have a doozy today! Things aren't going well, but we have nine whole chapters to hopefully resolve some stuff, so let's see what happens!

Dungeon Meshi: Kabru's no good, very bad day.

Honestly wouldn't mind having a proper chapter of these three having a misadventure.

So... how do you think the anime is gonna handle Flamela (and the queen)? I feel like the obsidian skin could be read very unfavorably by the wrong audience.

I mean, Rin is admittedly a low value target, but Toshiro is prince-adjacent, and Flamela is the primary commander of the elf forces. Then again, nobody but their own squads gives a shit about these two, so...

Hard to believe, though I imagine everyone has slightly different reasons to doubt Laios' abilities.

Poor Doni and Fionil. The world's gone topsy turvy, but they still have to deal with these dang chickens.

This is what you two get for leaving the party. You get to be our baffled side characters for this arc.

So, how exactly does containing a demon work? Did they do something like Thistle, and seal the demon in an object? Did they just collapse the dungeon? Wouldn't that just let the demon slowly rebuild? How does one stop the demon without destroying it?

Or you could just say hello to that Hydra everyone ignored back in chapter 69. Seriously, let my snaky boi play.

Glad everyone is in agreement. Laios is a total weirdo, but he's a pretty great guy. (Also, don't mind Fionil having a secret character arc in the background.)

Flamela has no idea what sort of manga she's fallen into.

Flamela really just wanted an outlet for her frustration, didn't she. Seriously, I have no idea why anyone treats these elves with respect.

Gotta love how creative and cool the monsters in this manga are, and then we have... jack frosts. When I needed an ice monster to maintain an ice prison, I made Ice Vermin. They're scorpions that shoot ice. I make way too many scorpions.

An important image.

Soaring through the air with the greatest of ease.

You greatly overestimate how much of a shit Lycion gives.

I don't know what you're talking about. Deranged lisa frank is an amazing villain aesthetic.

Priorities. And once again, Laios is me with the phylogenetic corrections.

Hmm. If just a few mages can control such a heck-ton of familiars, what's stopping someone from making much bigger more powerful familiars? Why use a swarm of birds when you can have a full-sized dragon?

I also have to question how this thing pecked down a tower. That isn't a real beak. It's just a cluster of birds.

I thought you already knew that Izutsumi. Not the raw parasite thing, the Laios being an idiot thing.

I'm not entirely sure if the logic works out with how familiars work, but it sure is funny!

Ah. I see we finally reached the vore.

Also, gotta love how Marcille's ultimate monster is just sky fish, but beeg.

Looks like this might be a long session! Be back in a bit for chapter 80!

[ryuusei-niu]

Well, soooo I'm bored, and I saw this post so there's like 26 songs in Spanish and what and why I relate some of them to Leo and Nico.

This will be a very long post. Get ready, take a coffee, idk.

Playlist here

For Nico:

Que Nadie Sepa Mi Sufrir

"Amor de mis amores, reina mía, ¿Qué me hiciste? Que no puedo conformarme sin poderte contemplar.

Ya que pagaste mal mi cariño tan sincero lo que conseguirás, que no te nombre nunca más."

(Love of my loves, my life, what did you do to me? I can't settle without being able to see you.

Since you poorly repaid my sincere affection(? What you'll get: that I won't say you name anymore)

"¿Qué gano con decir que una mujer cambió mi suerte? Se burlarán de mí, que nadie sepa mi sufrir."

(What do I gain by saying that a woman changed my luck? They would make fun of me, let no one know my suffering.)

Change the woman part with man and you'll have the cupid's scene. I don't ship Percico but this song is like very dramatic and melancholic and so resented in a way Nico would be.

Te Aviso, Te Anuncio

"Te aviso y te anuncio que hoy renuncio a tus negocios sucios.

Ya sabes que estoy de ti vacunada, a prueba de patadas.

Por ti me quedé como Mona Lisa, sin llanto y sin sonrisa.

Que el cielo y tu madre cuiden de ti. Me voy, será mejor así."

(I'll let you know and I announce to you that today I'm leaving your dirty business.

You already know that I am vaccinated from you, kick proof.

Because of you I became like Mona Lisa. Without tears and without smile.

May heaven and your mother take care of you. I'm leaving, it's better this way.)

Ok but for you all who like to make Nico a diva at the "You're not my type" scene. This song. NICO SINGING THIS SONG TO PERCY. I LIKE DRAMA.

Hasta la Raíz

"Cuando mire al cielo y en la forma cruel de una nube gris aparezcas tú.

Una tarde suba una alta loma y mire el pasado, sabrás que no te he olvidado.

Yo te llevo dentro, hasta la raíz. Y, por más que crezca vas a estar aquí."

(When i look at the sky and, in the shape of a gray cloud, you'll be there.

One day I climb a high hill and I'll look at the past, you'll know that I haven't forgotten you.

I carry you inside me, to the root. And no matter how much I grow you'll be here.)

I want angst. So, every time Nico listen this song, he remember Bianca. (I'm not projecting me and my cat, how dare think about that, I'm not crying at all).

Don

"Una mañana te veré llegar y descubriré que yo, solo ya no estoy mejor. Y te pediré que me acompañes. ¿A dónde? En verdad no sé, dime qué sí, miénteme.

Podría ser que al final rompiste el cristal en mí. Podría pasar que me hagas hablar, yo creo que tienes el don de curar este mal."

(One morning I will see you arrive. And i'll discover that, alone, I'm not better. So, I'll ask you to accompany me. Where? I really don't know, say yes, lie to me.

Could it be that in the end you broke the glass in me. It might happen that you make me talk. I believe that you have the gift of curing this bad.)

Solangelo, that's the post. This song is so happy and so beautiful and it's really them (or every ship that you like, I think everyone should know this song).

Cumbia Para Olvidar

"Finjo que puedo aguantar. Finjo no te veré más.

Cumbia para olvidar, olvido para perdonar. La melodía de un trombón cura mi alma.

Cumbia, no quiero sentir. Cumbia, no puedo vivir así. Cumbia, llévame a bailar, ayúdame a olvidar este dolor."

(I pretend I can hold on. I pretend I won't see you again.

Cumbia to forget. Forgetting to forgive. The melody of a trombone heals my soul.

Cumbia, I don't want to feel. Cumbia, I can't live like this. Cumbia, take me dancing, help me forget this pain.)

I really like the concept of Nico suffering from lovesickness, trying to forget his feelings for Percy, with songs in the background. It's like the only normal teenage thing that he could live.

Leo and Nico:

Morir de Amor

It's just a love song that I really like and I can't get out of this so. They're bot so romantic and they would dedicate this song to their lovers (plus point if it's valdangelo). Listen to this song, is very pretty I really like it.

For Leo:

No Tengo Hambre, Tengo Ansiedad

"Hace tiempo estoy pensando: 'Tengo que parar'.

Mientras tanto, por las dudas, sigo a toda velocidad."

(I've been thinking for a while: 'I have to stop'.

In the meantime, just in case, I continue at full speed.)

I think this song is so so so Leo code. Like, he's thinking all the time about what people would think, what he has to do to please others and trying to fit. He would love this song.

Insaciable

I think we, as a fandom, greatly underestimate the ambition that Leo carries within. Like, he's very perfectionist and he knows he's capable of do a lot of things.

He always seeks to improve himself, even if it leads to misfortune, even if it is not noticeable (and it is).

This song really give me vibes of "Non-stop", from Hamilton, another song that I relate with Leo. He would be such a Hamilton kinnie.

Algo mejor que hacer

Just two things:

"Todos me dicen que nunca voy a llegar a nada, que está probado que soy un caso perdido y que si sigo insistiendo con esta pulseada acabaré arruinado o algo parecido."

(Everyone told that I'll never amount to anything, that is probed that I'm a lost case and if I insist with this thing, I'll be ruined or something like that.)

And

"No tengo miedo a que me vean como un fracasado. Nadie me dió a elegir la opción de no haber nacido.

No me quieran complicar. Yo no voy a ningún lugar."

(I'm not afraid of being seen as a failure. Nobody gave me the option of not being born.

Don't complicate things, I'm not going anywhere.)

That's it, that's the post.

Lo malo de ser bueno

"Cuantas veces dije 'no' queriendo decir 'sí', cuántas veces presentí el principio del fin."

(How many times I said no when I wanted to say yes. How many times I feel the beginning of the end.)

I'm running of explanations, just listen the song. It's so Leo code.

No Saber de Ti

"Desde que no estás aquí ya no puedo encontrar de nuevo el sentido de la libertad. Sin ti no imagino volver a empezar.

Quiero saber qué fue de ti.

Desde que no estás aquí solo me habita el dolor. Se me va la vida sin saber de ti, amor."

(Since you are not here I can't find the meaning of freedom again. Without you I can't imagine starting over.

I want to know what happened to you.

Since you're not here, only pain lives in me. My life is passing away without hearing from you, love).

VALGRACE ANGST?!?! WHERE?!?

(I really love Los Nocheros, listen to Los Nocheros please)

Dueles

"Los golpes en la piel dejan marca y después se van.

Pero me rompiste en dos y no encuentro reparación."

(Bumps(? on the skin leave a mark and then go away.

But you broke me in two and I can't find how to fix it.)

"Mientras pienso en ti y en lo que perdí, quisiera evitar haberme permitido amarte para perderte.

Y me dueles."

(As I think of you and what I lost, I would like to avoid having allowed myself to love you to lose you.

And you hurt me.)

I have to stop associating dramatic heartbreak songs with valgrace, right?

Mi Buen Amor

Leo and Piper would sing this song with all their soul. They love how dramatic it is.

Also, I think this would be a good song for a Caleo au when they broke but still feel things for each other, just that they don't know what this feelings are and they don't want to be lonely. BUT NO ONE HERE LIKE CALEO. I GOT IT. I'LL BE RAMBLING ABOUT THIS ALONE.

Si Tú Me Quisieras

"Ay de mí, de este amor que se me metió y que se dispara. Se contagia y te reclama.

Ay de mí, de este amor que se me incrusta como bala, que me ahorca y que me mata.

Todo sería diferente si tú me quisieras."

({idk how to translate 'ay de mi'}, Of this love that got inside me and it's growing. It is contagious and demands you.

Of this love that sticks in me like a bullet, that hangs me and kills me.

Everything would be different if you loved me.)

I would say valgrace again but this is so Leo and every character that people ship with him.

Tu Falta de Querer

Maybe Leo just sing this song because it's so dramatic. Maybe he sings this song playing fun with Jason. Maybe he really feel the song.

Un Alma En Pena

"Como un alma en pena sigo esperando. Estoy tan falta de cariño, de años pasados. De niña queriendo, de grande odiando.

Y prefiero hacerme la tonta para no verme tan sola. Solo fluyó como el río, discretamente me sonrío, me pongo el traje largo, el brillo tapa todo.

El miedo borboteando, la risa delirando. Y ya estoy como el cero de mi cuenta al revés."

(Like a soul in pain I keep waiting. I am so lacking in affection, from years gone by. As a child loving, as an adult hating.

And I prefer to play dumb so I don't look so alone. I just flow like the river, I discreetly smile, I put on the long suit, the shine covers everything.

Fear bubbling, laughter raving. And now I'm like zero on my account backwards.)

I don't know if you remember the post I made about Leo's last nights at the Argo II, but this was one of the songs I listened to while thinking about that.

Aaaaand the other songs from there are all songs that I completely see Leo singing as a joke (or not). Most of them are songs that were popular at 2017/18, and now it's like a meme. I love each of these songs and I think Leo and Piper would sing Hola, Despacito, Era Tranquila and Cuando se Pone a Bailar with their soul

[stillalive19567]

Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader | Chapter 22

Lisa's eyes glisten with tears, but there's a hint of relief in them now. "I just hope... I hope that one day, I can find a way to make peace with everything. To forgive myself and move forward."

I gently stroke her hair, trying to offer as much comfort as I can. "Forgiveness and healing take time. It's okay to take it one step at a time. And I'll be with you every step of the way."

There's a moment of silence as Lisa absorbs my words, her expression gradually relaxing. She then shifts slightly in her bed, trying to get more comfortable.

"Why don't you get some rest?" I suggest softly. "You've been through so much today, and you need to take care of yourself. I'll be right here, watching over you."

Lisa nods, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Okay. I'll try to rest."

I settle back into my chair, maintaining a close watch over her. The hospital room is quiet, and the soft hum of the medical equipment is a steady, calming presence.

As Lisa closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, I remain alert, my thoughts turning to the challenges ahead.

Lisa's mother enters the room, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. "You're not asleep?" she asks softly.

I shake my head, my gaze fixed on Lisa's resting form. "I'm just watching over Lisa. She's been through so much, and I want to make sure she's okay."

Lisa's mother nods understandingly and takes a seat beside me. "I appreciate that. It means a lot to both of us."

I take a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the situation. "I was wondering, since you know a lot about ancient times and artifacts, do you happen to know about any specific artifacts that everyone seems to be after?"

Lisa's mother looks at me with a thoughtful expression. "Could you be more specific? There are many artifacts from ancient times with different properties and significance."

I try to be as clear as possible. "I'm looking for an artifact that is highly coveted, something that many people, including powerful and dangerous entities, are after. It seems to be central to many of the conflicts we've encountered."

Lisa's mother considers this for a moment, her brow furrowing in concentration. "There are a few artifacts that fit that description, depending on their powers and historical significance. Some are known for their immense magical properties, while others are sought for their historical and symbolic value."

Lisa's mother listens intently as I recount everything that's happened with The Liberum and the search for the artifact. Her expression grows more serious as I finish.

"There's one artifact that fits your description," she begins, her voice steady but filled with concern. "It's supposedly a key to something. A key to an ancient seal. No one knows exactly what's inside it, but it's meant to be kept closed. If it were to be opened, God knows what'll happen."

I nod, absorbing this new piece of information. "So, The Liberum is after this artifact. And from what we've seen, they're willing to go to great lengths to obtain it. Lisa mentioned that I might be some sort of key related to this artifact. What does that mean?"

Lisa's mother's eyes widen slightly, and she takes a deep breath. "If Lisa said that, then it's very likely that they believe you're connected to the artifact in some significant way. This could mean they're after you, not just the artifact. They might think you hold the key to unlocking it, or that you have some sort of intrinsic link to its power."

I feel a chill at the thought. "So, if they're after me, we need to be extra careful. What should we do?"

Lisa's mother gives me a reassuring look. "We'll need to learn as much as we can about this artifact and its seal. In the morning, come with me. We'll do some research and find out more about what we're dealing with. Knowledge will be our greatest weapon."

I glance at Lisa, who's still resting peacefully. "What about Lisa? Will she be okay?"

Lisa's mother chuckles softly, her eyes warm with reassurance. "She'll be just fine. Her father will be here soon, and he's very skilled in dealing with these kinds of situations. He'll take good care of her. You focus on preparing for what's ahead."

I nod, feeling a bit more at ease knowing that Lisa will be in good hands. "Thank you. I appreciate all your help and support."

Lisa's mother smiles. "It's my pleasure. We'll get through this together. Rest up tonight, and we'll start fresh in the morning. There's a lot we need to uncover and prepare for."

As Lisa's mother leaves the room, I sit quietly by Lisa's bedside, my mind racing with thoughts about the artifact and the impending challenges.

I look at her, a small smile tugging at my lips as I think about the strength she's shown and the bond we share.

Her fingers are warm against mine, and the simple gesture of holding her hand makes me feel connected to her, even in the midst of uncertainty.

The events of the past few days weigh heavily on my mind, but in this quiet moment, I allow myself to find comfort in the present.

The hope that Lisa will recover fully and the promise of a new day bring a sense of calm.

As the minutes tick by, I keep my gaze on Lisa, letting the peacefulness of her sleep reassure me. The night slowly gives way to the first light of dawn, and I feel a renewed sense of determination for what the day will bring.

Eventually, the soft glow of morning light starts to filter through the hospital room's window, casting a gentle hue over the space. 

I shift slightly, careful not to wake Lisa, and prepare myself for the challenges that lie ahead.

Lisa's mother enters the room, her presence breaking the silence of the early morning. "Are you ready?" she asks gently.

I nod, rising from my seat beside Lisa's bed. "Yes, I'm ready."

We make our way to Lisa's car, and I take the driver's seat as Lisa's mother directs me. The drive is filled with a quiet determination as we navigate the roads toward our destination. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a golden light over the landscape.

Eventually, we arrive at a grand, old library nestled on the edge of town. The building's architecture speaks of centuries past, with towering columns and large, arched windows. Lisa's mother leads me inside, her steps purposeful and confident.

"This library holds a vast collection of ancient texts and manuscripts," she explains as we enter. "It's our best chance of finding information about the artifact."

The interior is lined with shelves upon shelves of old books, scrolls, and artifacts. The scent of aged paper and leather fills the air as we begin our search.

We comb through book after book, looking for any mention of the artifact. Time seems to slip away as we immerse ourselves in the task, but our efforts yield little result.

Just as we are about to give up hope, a worn, leather-bound volume catches our eye. Its cover is embossed with intricate symbols that hint at its significance. The title reads, "Clavis Sigilli."

Lisa's mother picks it up with a look of cautious optimism. "This might be what we've been looking for. "

Lisa's mother points to a section with a detailed illustration of the Clavis Sigilli. "This is it," she says, her voice tinged with excitement. "According to this book, the Clavis Sigilli is a key to an ancient seal, and it's crucial to keep it closed."

I lean in closer to examine the illustration. The Clavis Sigilli is depicted as an ornate object, adorned with mystical symbols and intricate designs.

The text describes it as having the ability to control powerful forces sealed away by ancient magic.

"Here," I say, pointing to a passage, "it mentions that the Clavis Sigilli can only be used by someone with a specific connection to the artifact, possibly someone who is linked to the seal in some way."

Lisa's mother nods thoughtfully. "That would explain why The Liberum is so interested in you. If they believe you have a connection to the Clavis Sigilli, they might think you're the key to unlocking its power."

We continue to read through the book, uncovering more details about the artifact's history and its importance.

The text explains that the Clavis Sigilli is not just a physical key, but also a conduit to ancient and powerful energies that must be carefully guarded.

As we study the illustrations and notes, a sense of urgency builds. The book reveals that the artifact must remain hidden and protected, as it holds the potential to unleash forces that could cause great harm if misused.

"This book provides valuable information," Lisa's mother says, closing the book gently. "We need to be cautious and ensure that The Liberum does not get their hands on the Clavis Sigilli. It's crucial that we keep you safe and uncover any additional details about how to protect it."

I nod in agreement, feeling the weight of our responsibility. "We'll need to act quickly. The more we know, the better we can prepare for whatever The Liberum might throw at us."

As I drive back to the hospital, the weight of our discoveries settles heavily on my shoulders. The road stretches out ahead of us, illuminated by the dim glow of the car's headlights. Lisa's mother sits beside me, her expression one of deep concentration.

"Clavis Sigilli," I say, breaking the silence. "That's the name of the artifact. It's a key to a seal, and we need to find it quickly before The Liberum gets their hands on it."

Lisa's mother turns to me, her eyes sharp and alert. "Yes, we've uncovered some important information today. The Clavis Sigilli is more than just an artifact; it's a powerful key to an ancient seal that must remain protected."

I nod, keeping my eyes on the road. "From what we've read, this artifact could be crucial to controlling or breaking the seal. If The Liberum obtains it, they could unleash whatever is contained within the seal, which could be catastrophic."

Lisa's mother's expression hardens with resolve. "We need to act fast. If The Liberum is aware of the Clavis Sigilli, they won't stop until they get it. We need to find it first and make sure it's kept safe."

I glance at her, my mind racing with the implications of our situation. "Do you have any idea where we might find it, or what we should do next?"

She takes a moment to consider. "The book mentioned that the Clavis Sigilli is linked to ancient magical sites and hidden locations. It could be in a place of significant historical or magical importance. We might need to investigate locations tied to ancient rituals or powerful magic."

As we pull into the hospital parking lot, Lisa's mother turns to me with a determined expression. "I'll work on finding the location of the Clavis Sigilli and keep you informed. For now, we need to focus on planning and, more importantly, taking care of Lisa."

I nod, understanding the gravity of our situation. "Absolutely. We need to be ready for whatever comes next and ensure Lisa is safe."

As we step out of the car and head towards the hospital entrance, Lisa's mother glances at me. "Have you eaten anything today?"

I shake my head, feeling a bit of fatigue set in. "No, I haven't. I'm not really hungry right now."

She looks concerned but doesn't push the issue further. "It's important to keep your strength up, but I understand. Let's get back to Lisa."

We make our way to Lisa's room, where I see her resting peacefully, her condition stabilized but still fragile. The sight of her lying there, vulnerable but calm, only strengthens my resolve to protect her and ensure her safety.

Lisa's mother settles into a chair beside the bed, and I take a seat nearby. We spend some time quietly discussing our next steps and reviewing the information we've gathered. The priority is clear: we need to keep Lisa safe and stay ahead of The Liberum.

After a while, Lisa's mother breaks the silence. "I'll begin looking for any leads on the Clavis Sigilli immediately. In the meantime, make sure to get some rest and eat when you can. It'll help you stay focused and prepared for what's ahead."

I nod in agreement, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and determination. "I will. Thanks for everything."

[whitepolaris]

Lafeyette Cemetery

Today, visitors in little Lafeyette are impressed with the fact that the town still retains its small-town feel, in the midst of the rapidly growing wine country Yamhill County. Few of them realize that Lafeyette's small-town feel has lasted a long time, but perhaps not of it is as pastoral as the rows of grape vines might suggest.

Joel Perkins founded Lafeyette along an important Native American trail network in 1847 as a kind of commercial waypoint. It took a few years to get going, but in the 1850s it grew quickly and became the county seat, and it remained so for several decades. At that time, each county in Oregon was responsible for executing its own condemned prisoners, and there was allegedly a hanging tree, located near Lafayette Cemetery, where prisoners were executed. The tree has long since been cut down. Perhaps. Stories have grown about a witch who was hung by townsfolk and buried in the cemetery. Of course, in a town as old as Lafayette there are several cemeteries, so which one is haunted? The two major candidates for the haunted witch's cemetery are Pioneer Cemetery, established in 1852, and Masonic Cemetery, established in 1855.

Weird Oregon received several e-mails from Lisa A. and her friend Lisa B. The two Lisas believe that Masonic Cemetery is very haunted:

When my friend and I went out during the day, we discovered one of the graves-only one!-had been dug at. We supposed it was an animal? The name on the grave was Lxxx something. I read the legend about the witch of Lafayette coming out of her grave and chasing people around the tombstones, scratching people. But no one seems clear on exactly which cemetery she is buried in . . . Hmmm. The grave looked like something was digging down through. "It" (the digger) had actually turned back some Visqueen (plastic sheeting) with several inches of dirt on top. It was definitely odd.

My son and I decided to go back, me with my digital camera, him with a video tape recorder. Again, I didn't catch anything with the camera, but Andrew (my son) had an experience. He was filming and standing near a grave, when he suddenly said he felt super cold and all of the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. We wrapped it up and went back to my house to analyze the film and photos. We hooked up the video recorder to my TV so we could use the volume and WOW! We heard the sound of a male adult voice say repeatedly, at least four or five times "Leave" very loudly on the audio portion. (We didn't catch anything on film, rats!) A split second after we heard the last "Leave" spoken was when Andrew had his creepy feeling.

A girlfriend and I went back to Lafayette Cemetery No. 3 the Friday after Thanksgiving. It was during the day this time, and we both had digital recorders. My friend didn't get anything on hers. . . . I don't think we got anything this visit. Theory: Both times we captured something on tape, I was accompanied by men who held the recorders. Since it was not customary to permit women to join the Masons (just the husbands were given actual membership), maybe the spirits were reluctant to communicate because we are women?

Lisa and I went alone two weekends ago. I captured some EVPs on my recorder, but it did not recorder on my friend's. We both had our recorders on and we were standing in front of a plot that held two little girls. We both stood there at the same time with our recorders, while I asked questions such as, "Is there anything here?" and "What is your name?"

We captured from my recorder, but not hers, a child's voicce that sounds like a little girl saying, "Mama, don't leave," or "Mama, don't leave me."

It sends chills up my spine and makes me so sad every time I hear it! Why only my recorder? -Lisa A.

Unfortunately, as often happens in the cases of cemeteries said to be haunted, Lafayette's cemeteries have suffered from their legends. Pioneer Cemetery is fairly well maintained and exists along a fairly well-traveled road. At the same time, Masonic Cemetery is a long a route that used to be popular but is now a back road, and a graveyard maintenance was irregular. It began to look haunted, which attracted thrill seekers. As stories of paranormal incidents and investigations grew on the Internet, thrill seekers turned into vandals. Although Lisa A. thought an animal could have partially dug up the graves she saw, it was probably someone on a witch hunt.

Many of the people in Lafayette and nearby towns are descendants of people in Masonic Cemetery. After a recent vandalism, it has been posted NO TRESPASSING, and the people living along the cemetery road have called the police to report any strangers entering the cemetery.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Please can I request another oneshot with a female reader. Where she is best friends with Joseph Joestar and they go to Italy together to train their hamon skills. However, as soon as they meet Caesar he falls in love with her which makes Joseph very jealous as he only recently started to feel more than friendship for her :) I can’t wait to read more of your writing :)

Hello again! Thank you for waiting. Yeesh, this was a pain. I don't think I'll be taking anymore love triangle requests in the future. Unless you paid me, hehe.

I hope you enjoy! I tried taking a saltier turn with this one but fear not, we still get our happy ending.

In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda

Woo name change. I feel this one matches the tone better than Jack Stauber. Check it out! It's a long one but it's great

Notes: Fem!reader, female pet names are included, angst, I think that's it!

It was unnatural for Joseph to be acting like some jealous brat. Childish, maybe. But these foreign feelings wrapping around his heart like bramble were becoming unbearable, and Joseph needed to bring an end to them quick.

It had only been a couple days since stepping foot in Italy, and you had already made a strong impression on the blond that set Joseph's blood to a boil. You had him wrapped around your finger, smitten, just like your closest best friend.

Was Joseph jealous because he thought Caesar could steal you away? Of course not! You were smart enough to not fall for his fake charm... Hopefully. He had faith that you wouldn't fall for the Casanova. But Caesar was acting rather bold lately. If Joseph wasn't by your side, the blond would be offering you random weeds and flowers he just so happens to find, telling you sickeningly sweet words that made Joseph want to gag. Gross.

Fear not! Your best friend Joestar would steal you away to protect you from the Italian. Training was taking too much time, Joseph feared. Luckily he was able to sneak away from Lisa Lisa, with you in tow. Rowing a boat was nothing if it meant spending time with you, Joseph didn't care about the subtle ache in his arms once he heard the childlike giggle come from you. He was pulled around all of Venice by you, but he didn't mind a bit. Joseph enjoyed watching you ogle store windows, and comment on the smells of fresh Italian cuisine. You even got him to buy you fresh gelato, something you could finally cross off your bucket list. The time you spent with your best friend was good, hiding away from a (very surely) pissed off Lisa Lisa and Caesar was great fun. The day until you all defeated the Pillar Men was drawing closer, you deserved some time off to relax.

Somehow you both were able to waste a whole day doing nothing in Italy. No more than a couple dollars was spent to make this a day to remember. With the city behind you, you and Joseph watched the sun set behind the sea. It was a beautiful sight to behold, a fitting end to the day. While you walked, the sky was streaked with orange and pink stretching across the sky. Yes, beautiful, but it was your sign that the fun was up, and you had to go back to Suplena Island to face the music.

"Can't believe we have to go back already... Today has been amazing, JoJo." You sigh in defeat, grabbing a hold on your best friend's arm.

There was a cheesy smug look on his face. "Amazing, hmm? I guess you could call it the greatest day of your life, right?!"

"Don't push your luck," You grinned. "Amazing, yes. But today certainly coulda done with some actual food... If Caesar was here I definitely coulda gotten some."

"Oh please, don't bring that cheese head into this!" Joseph groaned in desperation, two hands thrown over his head. You giggle quietly to yourself, "Oops, did I strike a nerve? Sounds like someone is upset. Don't tell me, are you upset because you couldn't take Caesar with you to Italy instead?" You couldn't help to tease him. The growing rivalry between the two was hilarious. Enemies at sight. You would never forget the face Joseph made after Caesar fired back those noodles of squid ink pasta.

Finally made it back to the boat, surrounded with other much better and much more expensive looking ships compared to the wooden row boat you drove in on. Joseph was still salty about your prying even as you neared your very special boat. As you moved to untie the thing Joseph's words stopped you. "The whole point of this trip was to get away from the bastard."

"JoJo, we've only known the guy for less than a month! How are you so jealous?"

"Tch! I'm not jealous! I hate the way he looks at you! Someone needs to protect you from him."

"And how does he look at me, JoJo?"

He thought about for a minute. "Like you're a piece of meat."

That stung you. That shock quickly turned into a dull anger. "Jeez, Joseph. No man is good enough for you! Even as a kid you'd never let me hang out with anyone. You're such a...a–!"

"What was that? Don't tell me you're actually interested in giving that sleazeball a chance!"

"You're a little too late, Joseph."

To help solidify the horrors he dreaded, a familiar accented voice filled in the silence between you two. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere!"

Caesar broke his jog to slide in next to you. He was bundled up heavily to combat the cool Italian night, his hand coming up to hold yours to share his heat. He ignored the awkward silence from your best friend and you, and ignored the angry and betrayed look on Joseph's face to only anger him more.

"What do you think you're doing?! Sneaking away in the middle of your training to goof off? Typical, Joestar!"

"Caesar, please..." You tried to stop with a soft hand placed on his chest. Joseph watched, another nail added to his coffin.

"Cara, you shouldn't indulge him! Going along with his idiotic plans will just get you in trouble."

Joseph's first greeting to his friend was a hearty and quick punch to his face. Caesar was already on the ground before his name left your lips. You dropped to care for him, holding him close as if he was made of glass, you left Joseph still standing, anger so visible in his eye now that it cut through you like a knife through paper.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You shrieked.

"Me?! You've been dating Caesar behind my back? Since when?!"

"What does it matter to you, Joseph? I'm a grown woman and I can date whoever I please!"

"But you're supposed to be with me!"

He earned himself a shocked silence. As if all of Italy was dying to hear your response. Caesar stood to stare Joseph down, his cheek red from the impact of a wildly thrown fist, unshed tears wetting his eyes. He kept you protectively in his arm, massaging his face with his unused hand. You looked at Joseph just as bewildered, "What?"

"You're supposed to be with me! Not him! It's supposed to be you and me that do all of that cheesy romance stuff together, like calling each other stupid pet names, and kiss in public and gross everyone out! I don't want to do it with anyone else!"

"Joseph... Do you even hear yourself? No, shut up." You forced him silent once he tried to interrupt you, an iron grip on his chin, forcing his face down to look you in your cold eyes. "You had your chance, a long time ago. And you blew it. I'm not gonna wait in a box until you decide you want to have a go at dating with me. I loved you Joseph. I still do! But those feelings have changed, and now we both have to move on."

You let him go and went back to Caesar. He held you closer, a little more softer. The air around you now was uncomfortable and warm, both you and Joseph had your heads bowed in shame unable to look at the other.

You wanted to turn and leave. To look away from the sad sight of your best friend. But you couldn't. It broke your heart to see him like this. You hated how he treated you in the past. Maybe he didn't recognize it at the time, but it was still shitty. And yet...

"And yet, I... Oh, my god."

"Cara mia, what's wrong?" Caesar asked, frightened by your sudden urge to collapse into a ball on the ground, a hand over your face to hide the confused tears seeping from your eyes. You sobbed, "Caesar... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

The sounds of your distress caught Joseph's attention, too. An alarm sounded in his head, he didn't care about your fight, now he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

"I-I think I, I think... I'm still in love with you, JoJo. I'm sorry Caesar. I-I thought maybe if I tried to date someone new I could get over him, but now... I'm stuck between both of you."

"Oh, Cara please," Caesar held you close, a hand gently brushing through your frazzled hair. He was so soft with you, but did you deserve it? You were a terrible person. No, you didn't. You just used him, and ended up catching feelings for him anyway. Your heart was a mess, you didn't know what to do now. How could you ever fix this mess.

"Don't cry, my love," All while Caesar spoke he wiped away the tears staining your face. "I still love you, too. My feelings have over grown since we became an item. But if your heart still belongs to another man... I am more than happy to let you go to him. But. If you still have feelings for me, then... I see only one other option for us." He looked at Joseph, blue eyes calculated and serious. "We'll share you."

"Excuse me? Like hell I'd share anyone with you!"

"JoJo! Listen to me, if you truly do love this girl then you'll hear what I have to say!"

The brunet went quiet, but not without complaint. Joseph crossed his arms over his chest refusing to look at Caesar again, but he was all ears.

Caesar looks back at you. He took your hands in his. "Cara. If you love us both, and if we both love you. It would only make sense to take us both, correct?"

"Caesar, I don't... We can't do that. What would people think if they saw me with two men instead of one?"

"To hell with them! What matters is if having both of our hearts will make you happy. We only ask that you share your heart with both of us in exchange."

Joseph had come closer. Like his friend he was sat next to you, a comforting hand placed on your thigh. "And Joseph. Would all of this be okay with you..?" He pouted a little, "It's all fine, I s'ppose. As long as you don't make me kiss Caesar, I'd much rather kiss you."

"Then... I'd love to share my heart with both of you! If you'll take it."

Happy to hear, Caesar placed a chaste kiss on your temple. Joseph followed quickly after, taking the back of your hand to his lips. "Now, let us get back to the island. I'll speak to Ms. Lisa Lisa to lighten her punishment."

"Oh, great. I totally forgot about that." Joseph moaned. "Whatever. Say, Y/n, you're coming back with me yeah? Who knows what you've been doing behind my back with Caesar. We need to get even!

"You've had the whole day with her, idiota!" Caesar protested.

"As friends. Now I get to do all types of lovey dovey things with her!"

[austinsgirl]

the oscar’s | austin x reader

pairings: austin x fem!reader

summary: it’s one of the biggest nights of austin’s career, the oscar’s. you go with him of course, as you’re very supportive of your boyfriend.

rating: g, fluff

word count: 739

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Today is finally the big day. It's the day if the Academy Awards aka The Oscar's. Austin is up for Best Actor, along with Best Picture, both for "Elvis".

You're in the car on the way to the awards show. You look over to Austin, seeing him shake his leg nervously & anxiously. It's easy to understand why he's so nervous. Being nominated for two big awards at THE award show for movies, is a big deal.

Reaching over, you grab his hand. "Babe, you good?"

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine." he responds.

"Are you sure? Your leg shaking says otherwise."

He's silent, being embarrassed a bit for getting called out.

"Hey, it's okay to be nervous or anxious. This is a huge deal, but you know, what no matter what happens, win or lose, know that I'm so so proud of you either way. If you lose, you'll always be a winner in my heart. You got this, honey."

"Thank you, darlin'. I love you." he squeezes your hand.

You absolutely adore when he calls you that. It's definitely one of the little Elvis' things that's stuck with him.

"I love you, too."

We finally reached the drop off for the red carpet.

Instant camera flashes & name calling.

"Austin! How does it feel to be nominated?!" "Who are you wearing?!" "Do you think you'll win?!"

You just let the questions go from the paparazzi & just continue to pose for them.

Your hands intertwined as you walk, his grip is very firm.

Before heading inside, you stop at a couple of news outlets for some interviews.

"So how does it feel to be nominated for such big awards tonight?" the interviewer for E! News asks.

Austin takes a huge sigh, "Amazing, but nerve racking."

"If you win, what are you going to do to celebrate?"

"Oh gosh, um I haven't even thought about it. I think maybe either way, me & my girl right here will go on a trip or something. I don't know. I mean, either way, there'll be something to celebrate. Just being nominated is an incredible honor."

"Any other movies in the future?"

"Oh, yes. Dune Part 2 will be out later this year, so there's something to look forward too."

"Great to hear. Good luck tonight!"

"Thank you so much."

Once you're inside, you find your table. You're seated with Baz, Priscilla, Lisa Marie, Olivia, Tom & his wife Rita.

During commercial breaks, everyone at the table shares their fondest memory of being on set, or cracking jokes, or talking about upcoming projects & events.

When the announcer says after the next break, the award for Best Actor will be presented, which changed the whole vibe of the table. Everyone becoming more anxious as the category gets closer. Tom had already won for Best Supporting Actor, which of course was well deserved.

You could feel Austin's leg shaking against your own. You grab his hand & reassure him with the words you told him earlier.

The show comes back from commercial break. Anne Hathaway & Jessica Chastain, both goddesses, go up to present for Best Actor.

When they say Austin's name while reading off the nominees, he smiles & laughs nervously at the camera, which of course, you find adorable.

"And the winner is...." Anne reads while opening the card.

They both read out loud, "Austin Butler as Elvis Presley!!"

You & Austin immediately look at each other in shock. Before getting up, he cups your face & brings you in for a celebratory kiss.

Everyone gets up to applaud him. You embrace him in a huge hug before he goes up on stage.

"Wow. I cannot wrap my brain around this right now. Um, thank you so much to The Academy. This is such an honor, wow. I never thought in a million years I would have gotten to this point in my career. I want to thank my team for always believing in me, my fans, my friends, family, of course Baz, the whole cast. My biggest supporter & very beautiful girlfriend y/n, I love you baby. Mom, if you're up there watching, I love you. This one's for you. Thank you." Austin says, finishing off with a little bow.

Once he was back at the table, congrats from all around were given.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you!!" You say to him, hugging & giving him a kiss before he sat down.

"Thank you, darlin'. I couldn't have done it without you."

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[julieloveupstead]

"Aftermath Still Water" - Upstead post 9x13

Description: One-Shot about what I think might have happened after the scene celebrating 10 years of Hailey's career. I hope you guys enjoy it.

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It was well after 1am when Hailey and Jay returned to their apartment. Those 24 hours had been some of the most stressful for both of them, and Lisa's one of the hardest they'd faced since they'd been married.

Even now, slumped on the couch, Hailey could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins and the sight of the terrified woman she had failed to save loomed large in her mind. She knew perfectly well that she couldn't have known beforehand who the man she pulled out of the sinking car was, but that didn't lessen the guilt she felt. This woman orphaned two children and a loving husband and was the victim of a brute. The world is not fair if a blameless woman loses her life and such a psychopath lives.

This is not how she imagined her 10 years of service. Her priority since she joined the police force had been to do everything she could to help people who are hurt, just as Trudy Platt had done. Now she felt that in some way she had failed the Desk Sergeant.

Because Hailey thinks that she could have done more, because now because of her mistake two children are left without a mom. She could have done more, she could have saved...

- Don't do this to yourself, Hails. - She lifted her gaze to Jay sitting next to her and only now realized he had made chamomile tea for her, as she guessed from the smell. She smiled slightly at her husband, who only needed to look at her and knew exactly what was going on in her head, and who had been a huge support today. To tell the truth, she did not know what would have happened if he had not been by her side. She felt a worried look filled with love on her face. Hailey knew that she didn't have to say anything, that Jay didn't expect anything from her, he just wanted to be there for her, and he had shown that throughout the whole thing, and she was truly grateful. Hailey moved closer to him and snuggled into him tightly, finally allowing herself to let the air out of her lungs and let go of all the emotions she had been trying to keep in check all this time. - I got you, baby. It's going to be okay. - He whispered into her hair as Hailey began to cry.

She didn't know how long they had been in each other's arms and in silence, but she was exhausted, but she knew that she was far from being able to sleep. Her brain did not stop reconstructing today's events.

- You look so cute in that picture. - She heard Jay whisper, it took some effort to remember what picture he was talking about, but as soon as she did she felt her cheeks flush.

- Not at all. - she whispered with a slight smile, knowing perfectly well what Jay was trying to do, and she was very grateful for it.

- Don't you like this picture?

- Do you like yours? - She looked suspiciously at the man. When she saw him biting his lip, hiding a forming smile that also appeared on her face. - I thought so. - She nodded, smiling, knowing that she had hit the nail on the head, and rested her head on her husband's chest. - I don't know, but there is something about these portrait photos that makes me want to burn them. - She sighed quietly, which was answered by the vibrations caused by her husband's laughter.

- You know you're amazing? - she heard a moment later from Jay's lips as he kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter. Hailey really tried to see herself through his eyes and believe that what he was saying was true, but she couldn't. Not now. - You don't even know how proud I am of you, Hailey.

- Because what, I saved a psychopath and left a woman, a victim who left her husband and orphaned two children? - she asked, ironically pulling away from Jay to get a better look at him. She saw that it came out harsher than she intended, but she couldn't help herself.

- Hailey, you couldn't have known that then. - said the man in a still calm voice. - Besides, we have him. Thanks to you.

- I know, but... - she paused, not knowing how to put into words what she was feeling.

- I know, I know. - But she didn't even have to finish, because as usual, Jay knew perfectly well what she wanted to say. - Still, you saved a man by risking your life and health by jumping into an icy river. Hailey, if I thought about what might have happened to you, I'd... - he paused, and Hailey noticed tears welling up in his eyes. She put her hand on his cheek to bring him back from imagining what could have happened to her.

- I'm okay, Jay. A little cold and bruised, but I'm okay. - She assured him.

- I know - Jay smiled, and in his eyes Hailey could read great love, understanding and pride. The brunet took Hailey's hand on his cheek in his own and squeezed gently. For a moment, they both looked at their joined hands - But that does not change the fact that it gave me a heart attack. - He raised his eyes.

- I'm sorry. - she whispered.

- You have nothing to apologize for, okay? - he replied, placing his free hand on Haliey's cheek and running his thumb in vague patterns. - Now I understand how you felt when I gave you a heart attack. - He smiled slightly, and Hailey smiled back.

- I love you, Jay. - she said with tears in her eyes, feeling how lucky she was to have someone like Jay in her life.

- I love you too Hails. - He said with tears in his eyes and pulled her close to him, and Hailey was happy to cling to his body.

- What would you like to do now? - he asked after a short while.

- I would like a warm bath and to go to sleep. - She answered after a while.

- Okay, it's a bath for my princess then. - he said moving away from Hailey and getting up from the couch, and when Hailey also wanted to get up, she was stopped. She looked surprised at her husband, who only smiled slyly. Suddenly, Jay put one hand under Hailey's lap, and the blonde guessing what Jay wanted to do giggled, shaking her head in disbelief at what a wonderful husband she had. She nudged the brunet's neck helping him up from the couch and once she was in the air she snuggled her head into his neck and took in his scent which always calmed her.

- How did I ever deserve you? - she whispered into his skin as they crossed the threshold of the bathroom. Jay set her down and looked intently into her eyes that he loved so much, and placed his hands on either side of her face.

- Every day when I wake up by your side and every night when I lay down by your side, and for the past 5 years, I ask myself what I did to bring such a wonderful and such a great woman like you into my life. - He said, causing another shrug from Hailey. The blonde was stunned and decided to do the one thing that would accomplish what she couldn't articulate in words. She brought Jay's lips together with hers in a tender and loving kiss, and they both needed nothing more at that moment just each other.

[secret-kpoplibrary]

In Your Dreams Pt. 10

Pairing: Baker!Seokjin x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none really- she's sad- they fight again

Genre: angst again

Summary: You wouldn't necessarily call yourself cynical or pessimistic, but when it comes to the topic of soulmates, well you're certainly not the most agreeable person. It's not that you don't believe in love but, when your career exposes you to what happens when 'love' isn't enough, when being soulmates doesn't bring your happy ending- it can be hard to put your faith in such things. Still, just like everyone else you have the dreams, the ones of your soulmate's memories. The ones you'll continue to have until you find them. Unfortunately for yours, meeting him does little to change your outlook- at first. He's certainly got his work cut out for him.

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To anyone that didn't know you very well they'd say you recovered from your breakup impressively fast. You didn't spiral, didn't ice out your friends, didn't wallow in self-pity or drown yourself in alcohol or ice cream for more than one night. When Monday rolled around you were as good as new on the outside. You refused to let Jin disrupt your work in any way. You threw yourself headfirst into your assignments- pumping out contracts and emails with incredible efficiency. Jessie and Lisa however knew that this was your way of coping- that if you slowed down for even a moment you would likely fall apart. The first week went by without a hitch, Lisa and Jessie watching carefully for your tipping point.

"Good morning Jessie. What's the schedule today?" You ask walking into work on Monday the following week.

"Good morning y/n! You have a meeting with Mrs. S. Kim after lunch but that's about it." She says.

"Alright. Let me know if anything changes." You say going into your office.

You spend the morning sending emails and going over documents for various cases and taking phone calls mostly from your colleagues and at one p.m. Jessie knocks on the door to announce that Mrs. Kim has arrived.

"Hello Mrs. Kim. It's good to see you again!" You say standing to shake her hand when she walks in. Once she shakes your hand you sit back down and turn your attention back to your computer, your fingers flying across your keyboard. "If you'll give me one minute I just need to finish up this last email. I got a final revision from Mr. Kim's lawyer so we're gonna go over it today and if you're fine with all the changes you can both sign it, bring it back to me, I'll send it off and once it's processed the two of you can start getting any legal documents updated as necessary." You say finishing up your email and hitting send. "Alright, email sent. I've highlighted the changes so we can just start from first one and go from there-"

"Y/n." Mrs. Kim stops you.

"Yes Mrs. Kim?" You look at her.

"Stop for a moment. How are you?" She asks.

"I'm great Mrs. Kim." You tell her.

"Y/n, I'm not coming to you as your client. I'm coming to you as your boyfriend's mother. How are you really?" She looks at you.

"I'm fine Mrs. Kim. Honestly." You say.

"I wanted to apologize y/n." She tells you.

"Seokjin is an adult. You're not responsible for his behavior Mrs. Kim." You sigh.

"Yes but I put you in this situation I should never-"

"You're entitled to ask for whatever privacy you would like as my client. Jin's inability to understand that is no fault of your own." You assure her.

"But if I had known I wouldn't have-"

"You did what you thought was best. I understand why you did what you did, but we can't make Jin understand."

"I just feel bad. I put you between a rock and a hard place." She says. You shrug.

"In all honesty Mrs. Kim I have no problems with you asking me not to tell him, even now with what's happened. Your divorce may have brought this to a head but- Jin's reaction, his words are all his own. I don't know how much he told you but, he said- during the argument that he wasn't sure I had a heart. And I tend to believe that words said in anger hold some truth to them so, that's what really put the nail in the coffin- at least for me." You tell her.

"He said what?! Why would he say that to you?!" She gasps incredulously.

"He was upset- and I guess he didn't like that I was so easily separating my work from my personal life. I don't know for sure Mrs. Kim and I'd really like to not talk about it anymore because I- even I wasn't expecting him to say something like that. You know- being a lawyer I've heard it more than once but I don't do what I do because I don't have a heart and I, I guess I hoped that Jin would understand that." You sigh.

"I'm sorry- we can focus on the divorce papers now." Mrs. Kim says placing her hand on yours comfortingly. The two of you transition to talking about the contract. It takes you an hour to get through the entire thing but by the end Mrs. Kim is satisfied with everything.

"Thank you for all your help so far Y/n! You've been an absolute gem as a lawyer. And- I'm sorry again about what happened with Seokjin."

"What happened with me and  Jin, I mean- him calling me heartless isn't something that you could have prevented Mrs. Kim. I really wish you wouldn't feel guilty about this. It's not your fault at all." You shake your head.

"I still don't understand why he would say that- I mean, he's always told me and your father how kind you are. I mean we've seen it first hand but Jin- he's had nothing but sweet things to say about you."

"First impressions can be- hard to shake and I wasn't exactly the most open to dating when we first met. I have what most would consider a pessimistic outlook on soulmates. It's possible that even now part of him may still be holding onto that." You say.

"Would it be wrong to assume that has to do with your job?" She asks. You tap yourself on the nose.

"No actually. It can be hard to see the world with rose colored lenses when you do what I do." You sigh.

"The world isn't rose colored- and you shouldn't need it to be for you to be happy." She tells you. You chuckle a little.

"Thank you Mrs. Kim. I really appreciate your support. I promise I'm okay, I'm just- ready to keep moving forward." You say.

"That's good. Please, call if you need anything." She says.

"I will, have a good day Mrs. Kim!"

"You too dear!" She calls over her shoulder as she leaves. You blow out a breath as you sink down in your chair. You hadn't expected Mrs. Kim to talk about your relationship while she was here and after having that conversation you're ready to go home, feeling a bit emotionally drained at this point.

***

A knock on your door later that night pulls your attention from your television. You initially plan to ignore it, not expecting anyone and not in the mood to socialize but when a second round of knocks sound through your apartment you glance longingly at your movie and pause it to answer the door. A third set of raps causes you to sigh and roll your eyes.

"I'm coming!" You call as you shuffle to the door. When you swing it open Jin stands on the other side. "What are you doing here?" You ask him flatly.

"You answered-" Jin breathes out.

"Yeah well I tried to ignore it but it didn't sound like you were gonna go away any time soon." You roll your eyes. "What do you want?" You huff out.

"I- I came here to apologize. I was- out of line before." He says.

"Took you two weeks to realize that?" You scoff.

"No- I- I just figured you wouldn't want to see me so, I was giving you space." He frowns.

"We had one fight and that was all it took for things to fall apart." You mutter.

"It didn't have to be that way. You- you pulled away from me." He says softly.

"You called me heartless Jin. What were you expecting me to do when you spit those words at me?" You cross your arms.

"Not suggest we should break up." He says looking at you with furrowed brows.

"Why wouldn't I?! You called me heartless for doing what your parents asked me to do." You say.

"First of all I didn't call you heartless. You're exaggerating." He scoffs. You can tell he's getting frustrated that this isn't going the way he expected- but as far as you're concerned it seems he didn't even come to apologize for the right thing so he can take his apologies off a cliff for all you care.

"No I believe your exact words were 'makes me wonder if you even have a heart at all' as if that is supposed to somehow be any fucking better than just straight up calling me heartless." You scoff.

"Clearly you're still upset about it- I thought-"

"Fuck what you thought Jin. Clearly you don't even know what you should be apologizing for so until you figure that much out I don't want to see you here again." You say shutting the door in his face before he can respond. You quickly lock the door and push your back against it, sliding to the floor with a huff.

You stay there long after you hear the retreating footfalls that tell you Jin has left, your arms cradling your knees tightly to your chest. You worry that if you move to get off the floor you'll crumble to pieces. You couldn't believe how silly you felt in this moment, sitting on your floor, staring at nothing, unsure of whether you were about to cry or scream, feeling everything and nothing all at once. Not knowing how to express or process anything as your mind races.

"Soulmates are bullshit." You eventually whisper to yourself. Your voice is so quiet, as if scared to let anyone else hear your declaration- as if even you don't want to admit it. So you say it again, "soulmates are bullshit." A bit louder this time, as you force yourself off of your hallway floor. You cut off your TV, the movie you wanted to watch long forgotten and prepare yourself for bed, having showered after work you exchange your loungewear for some comfortable pajamas and crawl into bed, burying yourself in the warmth of your sheets as you will yourself to forget all the events of today long enough to let you sleep.

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Part 10/???

[herstarburststories]

you and me and the devil makes three.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader, Demon!Dean Winchester x reader, past Lisa x Dean

Summary: Dean is a demon, he will take whatever he wants.

A/N: This got darker than I expected. I wanna make it clear I don't condone or engage with Dean's acts on this. This is my submission for @jawritter 's Make Me Cry Challenge. Congrats, honey! Hope you like it. Dividers by talesmanic and gif credit here

Prompt: I guess I should have been more like her.

Warnings: non consensual kissing, language, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR, non con (kissing and touching but no sex), dirty talk

Dean Winchester was a dreamer.

In the rawest way of the word, the meaning in the dust-collecting dictionaries and not the idealistic form. His eyelids shut close and, just like magic, Dean’s head was as haunted as the home he swore he’d never come back to in Kansas. The ghosts of the past, not ever so very friendly, coming to greet him at least three times per week. Sometimes they were happy films he could never starre in real life, his mom singing or a picnic with a lover saying that they needed to hurry up to get their kid at the baseball. The nightmares were sleepy visions of flesh and blood, mostly about his time underneath, Sam hurting, or his father spilling out his worst fears at his face. 

Maybe it was how the eldest Winchester’s brain compensated for the lack of bedtime tales and docile affairs growing up. The own way that his brittle soul discovered and molded not to let him collapse, or to always keep him on red alert. 

Good and bad deals are mostly a matter of which side you are betting your money on, really.

Because yeah, Dean did wake up feeling like he had shut his forest eyes briefly for twenty minutes instead of hours when he dreamed, but he also had never spent so long trapped in a better place. The green eyed hunter didn’t know which one was worse: the good dreams or the horrific ones. After all, he had went through all the atrocity and made it out alive, but the engulfed craving for light-hearted scenarios was suffocating. The hunter could never have it all. Trust him, he tried. Then, which is more agonizing: to have everything you ever wanted for a couple hours and have every scrap of it taken from you, or to undergo the calamity that accompanied your breaking point? 

Dean didn’t know, he didn’t even know what to tell Sam when he wondered what his brother had dreamt about to wake up sweating and screaming, all the light and stupid apple pie desires and the sharp brutality crawling out of the back of his mind. He made a joke, Megan Fox really liked knives, man. He kept it in, shoved down a good amount of alcohol, and mocked the worry of doing the lawn. Ready for another day. 

But now he was a demon, and apparently whatever he was made of - sulfur, cruelty, and black eyes under garden ones - wasn't worthy quiet reliefs in the middle of the night, or even frightening figments of memory. He became his worst dreams and all the dreams slipped beyond his reaches because of that. Demons, those unholy creatures, didn’t get the human peculiarities. You know what? Fine by him.

Who needed dreams when you don't need sleep, anyway? Even better: who needed dreams when you don't care about what you gotta do to put your greedy hands on the prize you had been eyeing for years? 

Dean Winchester was finally free. Free for the first time since he was a four years little boy who watched his mother burning with a terrorized expression, ironically mimicking the one Mary wore on the ceiling. His dad’s shouting for him to grab Sammy and run, take your little brother and run, echoing through years and years. There was never time for Dean, for his grief or his questions or whatever the child frozen in time under his rib cage could come up with. They said, stupid psychologists with their fancy degrees and malicious bartenders with a unfriendly grun under the counter who learned a little too much, everybody said that when someone was so traumatized as a kid, that person would tend to get frozen at that age. Therefore, how tremendously alleviating was to kill any reminiscing emotion of the whiny child he used to be. 

The kind of freedom that no traveler longed for; when one’s ruined and damaged enough not to care, and just take and take and take like hunger itself. Dean was an evil thing now, what else could he do but act on the figments of the worst intentions?

And feel so fucking good when doing that. 

‘’Where do you think he's going?’’ Your eyes raked over the street, darting between the asphalt under Baby’s wheels and Sam’s weary features.

‘’I don't know.’’ He sighed, attempting to organize his thoughts. Even as a demon, his brother wouldn’t just run miles and miles away by himself for no apparent reason. There had to be something you and Sam were missing out, some unseen clue or a hidden meaning. ‘’What the localizator says?’’

At least you had managed to put a tracker in his boots during your last encounter. Whatever Dean was thinking of starting there, you and Sam wouldn’t let him.

‘’Still Cicero, Indiana.’’ You sighed. Sammy furrowed his eyebrows, a long forgotten memory rising. ‘’What?’’

‘’We had a case there once years ago.’’ He explained, opting not to elaborate. Your and Dean’s relationship was troubled enough with his new self. Sam didn’t want to blow it up completely. His brother would need you once he came back to himself. The look on your face, though, reported how you weren’t buying his cheap excuses. The long haired hunter sighed. ‘’Did Dean ever tell you about that?’’

‘’No.’’

He stepped on the accelerator.

To find the woman was excruciatingly easy. The freckled demon couldn't believe he opened his computer many times and gave up before today. He glanced through the glass window and there she was, standing in all her glory with a body that seemed to forget how to grow old. Her tan skin still glowing, as appetizing as ever. Brown eyes shining so bright, tiny hands that always seemed to know where he wanted to be touched. She was laughing like there was no tomorrow, holding a glass of wine with one hand and her cellphone with the other, while her dark hair was falling so perfectly over her shoulder, like waves against the rocks in the sea.

Dean can’t wait to smell her again, to taste her, to prove her. His fingers were tingling, begging to touch what was his as he hopped off the car, walking towards the porch. He had been gone for a long time, but now he was back. 

He will destroy that quintessential, sequin woman so good.

The Winchester buckled in front of the white door, graced with the sound of the female giggle. Thin walls, he thought, those will be useful to make sure the neighbors know who’s back home. Her steps on the wood floor growing closer and closer as he heard a goodbye, probably aimed at whoever she was on the phone with. It was almost like the caramel skinned woman knew that whoever was on her doorstep wasn’t gonna be a hustled visitor. Or so the demon’s arranged mind said.

‘’Hey, Lis.’’ Dean’s voice lacked any cherishment as she opened the door, who would know that the absence of a soul wouldn't be gelid, just dry? As for her, Lisa’s face was drained of love. For all she was aware of, he was a stranger who knew her name. The male let out a chuckle empty of joy. She really didn’t remember, huh? ‘’Whoa. Cass really fucked up your head, huh? At least he did one thing right.’’

‘’Excuse me?’’ The man with dirty blonde hair and perfect teeth smelled like alcohol. She wasn’t having any of this tonight. ‘’Listen, I don’t know who you are and--’’

‘’Don’t worry.’’ He tranquilized her, although the lopsided grin on his lips held anything but good intentions. ‘’I’ll make you remember. I have a spell. You won’t believe how much you missed me.’’

The mocking laugh that left her lips utterly aggravated him. ‘’I don’t know you. Please leave or I’ll call the police.’’

Dean didn’t need a crowd for that part, a bratty woman in need of a firm hand should get a particular lesson. 

‘’You always liked a little cat and mouse.’’

Speaking of, the demon pushed the door wide open without any effort. Lisa jumped at the sudden move, every instinct inside her deciding that man was a threat and not some harmless wasted guy. Her body was quickly erect, thinking about ways to run and get help, but Dean swiftly pushed her to him and kicked the door closed-- her small figure collided to his chest.

Human savagery was cut in urban ways, molded to civilize the animalistic instincts. Imagine meat. A dead animal on a silver plate, and we couldn’t wait to chew every inch of it. We couldn’t wait to eat it, put that dead thing inside us and hope it’ll be enough to control the predatory hungry. Humans will always be animals, but so will be their rests that constructed the demons. 

Dean may not be a hunter anymore, but he’s still a predator who can't wait to taste his prey. He could small it, the fear in Lisa’s sweat making his mouth water. How much she tried to fight against him and scream other names when his was the only one he wanted her to need tonight. The resistance of a poor human barely made the monster shiver.

He closed his hands around her arms, throwing her against the wall like someone tossed an old toy away. There was no space for delicaly. In that moment, Dean Winchester was a tiger, a lion, the big bad wolf attacking the omega. Lis winced, her back hurting as her fibers. She couldn’t believe this was happening, that man was about to do something so terrible and disgusting to her in her own house, the place she was supposed to feel warm and safe. Why did he seem to know her? Why did he say she was gonna remember? Was he crazy, hallucinating, or drugged? Why was he so satisfied with how frightened her tiny body looked? How could she use all that information to somehow push him away?

‘’Let me go!’’ She demanded, her legs kicking the demon with ferocity. ‘’What’s wrong with you? LET ME GO NOW!’’

The brunette’s skilled body moved itself desperately, and the act of resistance only brought a hysterical laugh out of Dean. The wrong kind of goosebumps washed her skin, she had to run away for her life. This man was mad.

‘’FIRE! FIRE!’’ Lisa started to scream. Well-aware that people were most likely to come around and help a woman screaming if she said fire. ‘’THERE’S A FIRE. SOMEONE HELP ME!’’

One of his hands went to her neck, wrapping his fingers around it to shut her up. That was rubbing him off the wrong way. Lisa Braeden used to beg for his touch, how dared her not to want him anymore? Now that he was better, stronger, and thicker.

The brown eyed girl went quiet, probably scared by his brutal behavior. Dean smiled, a blood stained grin that carried mischief and pervertment. He licked the tears savoring the salty horror coming from her. Just like the day he was a vampire who almost gave in to drinking every drop of her luptuos blood. She may not remember but he did and he couldn't wait to get inside her, those tight walls squeezing his hard cock.

‘’You’re gonna do as I say, Lis. And I won't hurt you… Much.’’ He risped, crooked nose stroking her wet cheek. She whined. ‘’Don’t worry, honey. You loved it. Bet you’ll scream so much once I fuck you good.’’

‘’Please, don’t do it.’’ She begged as he coaxed his body against his. That man was stronger than her, she had no other choice but to plead to his human side. If only she knew.

‘’Begging already?’’ Dean lifted his head, smirking at her. Lisa just wanted to cry and close her eyes until everything was done. How could someone do that? ‘’I told you, don’t worry. I’m gonna make a lil’ spell that will give your memories back and you’ll remember everything. And then we’re gonna have so much fun, Lis.’’

His last murmur was finished with a kiss. A harsh, ruthless kiss. Actually, she wasn’t even sure if she could call it a kiss; teeth against each other, his vicious mouth pressed to her weakened lips, his tongue invading her like a robber and showing an unrequited dominance.

‘’Dean!’’ Your voice resonated stridently, louder than the door Sam had stormed open. You couldn’t believe what your eyes witnessed. ‘’Stop it!’’

Dean groaned, as if you and Sam were stepping on his territory. He simply turned his head to you two, not pulling away from Lisa. You couldn’t see her face, your boyfriend’s large shoulder and tall body covering her up. His eyes were still green, which set the scene in an even more atrocious light. 

Your thoughts were racing. How could he come to her, crave her so badly that he drove away miles and miles as a demon? He was supposed not to feel a thing. You prepared yourself for a cold man, not an obsessive one. Apparently, a heart hidden under the black smoke. Choose if it's a gift or Pandora's box. Sam told you their history. Of course he would want that and not you. Dean never left Lisa because he fell out of love for her, he was ripped out from her life. You were so pissed at yourself; how could you picture playing the woman in his veins? How stupid were you? He may be a demon guided by wants and not emotions, but what was love but an amount of outrageous desires laced up with some pretty words and flavored with dependency?

‘’Y/N and Sammy--’’

Love was the wrong word here. Anyway. Go head and unwrap it.

‘’Please help me!’’ Lisa’s voice came to life once more through her quiet cry. Dean hardened the hold around her throat, making her cough a little.

Suddenly, your body is frozen. That, whatever that is, whatever he’s doing to Lisa. It wasn’t love. She didn’t want it. When his frame moved to face you and Sam, you caught a glimpse of her face. She was petrified, her delicate features contorted in wrath and fear and beg for help.

‘’Quiet.’’ Dean howled, glancing at her rapidly before his eyes fell on you and Sam again. ‘’You two are such killjoys. I told you to let me go.’’

You couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. You wanted to puke your guts out.

‘’And what? Kill your ex? Or do something even worse to her?’’ You elicited with disgust.

‘’She’ll come around eventually. Just playing hard to get. You know how frisky women are.’’ The corner of his lips curved into a barbaric grim, one of his hands touching Lisa’s cheek. The victim winced at the touch. ‘’Besides, I’m not just gonna take her. I’ll make her remember and she’ll want me.’’ He shrugged, unbothered by the horrified looks of everyone in the room. ‘’Are you really worried about Lis, Y/N? Or are you just jealous that I didn’t go for you?’’

‘’Enough, Dean.’’ Sam groaned, holding the gun up. It felt oily. ‘’Let her go. And come with us.’’

The demon tossed the brunette away with a simple sleight of hand, pulling his sleeves up with a marred beam. His eyes switched from starry green to black, showing his true facette. It was a peculiar relief. It wasn’t Dean. It wasn’t Dean. It wasn’t Dean.

Yet, Dean’s gruff voice said in a twisted playful tone:

‘’Come get me, Sammy.’’

Dean Winchester was cured. For most people, to heal is to let go or to learn with things. In the doctor’s case, healing is leaving a bruise to cover up a wound. Everyone believed the war started and ended, and that was it. But when something so ravaging is gone, you gotta deal with the trauma.

He was a trauma. Cured from a sickness, drowning in sorrow and waves of woe. All the worst things Dean ever did, he knew now, weren’t to himself or to the monster he so proudly killed. His unspoken acts were against the people he cared about.

The hunter never thought his hands, his bruised and tough hands could ever hurt Lis. The woman who was his lifeline when Sam died, who allowed him to be a father and live in his dreamland of suburban life. All she ever did was to love him, and what did she get for it?

He was disgusted with himself. What almost did to her was enough to hunt him and make him sure he was going back to hell, very deserving this time. Threating to do that to a woman, and enjoy it… Dean couldn’t bear driving into memories. He was selfishly glad he didn’t remember about that, only Sam’s explanation was enough: he went to Lisa, he kissed her without her consent, and Sam and you stopped him going any further. Would his unscrupulous, demon self go ahead? He was too scared to wonder, even though his brother said that he apparently had a spell to make Lis remember and wasn’t planning on just taking her. A forced kiss was disgusting enough. He just wished Sam had put a bullet in his black eyes right there.

You walked in the bathroom that you once shared with the eldest Winchester

She was everything he ever wanted, all the suburban dreams and acceptance of hunter reality without being in it. Lisa loved him completely and you could only love him sideways-- you never wanted to be a mom, or to have a family or live in a suburb. Those were valid goals, just not yours. You thought you and Dean were on the same page about it, but this other side, not only the pervert demon but the domestic man, hadn’t been shown to you until a couple days ago. Sam had cured his brother, his dirty nature washed away with holy water, but you couldn’t help the bruises that came from the dog days. Lisa had her memory erased by Cass again, you didn’t have the same unfair luxury.

‘’Dean.’’ You said, making him look up at you. Bags under his eyes and wrinkles more evident than ever. ‘’We need to talk.’’

He sighed and wiped his face. ‘’Y/N, I don’t want to talk right now.’’

‘’You never do.’’ You scoffed, gaining an incredulous glance from him. ‘’I know that what happened was disgusting and sick and the worst thing you could ever do, but we need to talk.’’

He took a deep breath. ‘’What do you wanna talk about?’’

‘’You went to her.’’ You stated as a lawyer in front of a jury. Dean furrowed.

‘’What?’’

‘’Lisa. You went to her.’’ When the arrow hit someone so damaged, it was like an animal with his teeth there that wouldn't let go. Yeah, his human soul wasn't the same brittle glass as before but it lingered in his demon self in the shape of delusion, and it was distorted by whatever he was made of, violence and darkness, and turned into something disgusting. ‘’You love her.’’

‘’Love?’’ The word burned his tongue, Dean didn’t think he had the right to ever use it again. ‘’I was a demon, Y/N. I didn’t love or feel anything. What I did--’’

‘’You didn’t do anything.’’ You interrupted, loyal as a soldier.

‘’I forced a kiss on her and wanted to bring her memories back to have sex with her. That’s disgusting and I did half of that.’’ He pointed out aggitadly, plump lips moving fast and voice deeper. ‘’It wasn’t love. Leaving her years back was love.’’

You didn’t miss how Dean didn’t even dare to say her name. ‘’So you don’t think about her? Not even once?’’

He scoffed humourless. ‘’Are you kidding me?’’

‘’I guess I should have been more like her.’’ You hugged yourself, glancing at the wall. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. Not again, not for another woman. That wasn’t even your cicatrix to ache. 

‘’Y/N, what the fuck are you talking about?’’ The fully green eyed man raised to his feet, glancing at you with disbelief. He couldn’t face how messed up it was. ‘’I can’t believe you are jealous of what happened. I thought I was the broken one here.’’

‘’I’m not her.’’ You two shared it, the glance that only two women who were hurt by the same man could. You both understood that when he got inside you, it was like the syringe in an eutanasia. Once you were happy because you loved him, now you were scared and not so sure this was what you wanted. ‘’I’m not her and you knew it. When you became just instincts and selfish and did whatever you wanted, you didn’t come to me. You came to her.’’

‘’I hurt her.’’

The next words fly out of your mouth, as weak and totaled as you felt: ‘’Why didn’t you hurt me?’’

‘’This is the most unhealthy shit we ever went through.’’ Dean’s right. You have her expression mesmerized on your brain. Dean was the man on top of her, teaching her how to hate. How to fear. You can’t trust yourself. ‘’I can’t believe you.’’

‘’Neither can I.’’ You were so sick. How ravaged and annihilated one had to be to wish to be a demon's object of obsession? To get jealous that another woman almost died in the arms of a beast that cried his blood out once he came back to being a man and saw what he had done? ‘’I hate it. I hate feeling like this. I was there and I saw how scared of you she was, how all she wanted was to push you away and run because she was so disgusted--’’

‘’Stop.’’ He groaned, but it came out more like a whine than anything. ‘’It wasn’t me. I would never hurt Lis. I would never force her to do anything! I--’’

You gave him a sad smile. ‘’You love her.’’

‘’I love you.’’ Dean approached you, fumbling in despair to fix yet another thing his hands destroyed. If Rome was built in ruins, he was a kingdom. You pulled away before his tough hands landed on you.

‘’But you love her too.’’ The hunter stopped on his spot, unable to answer. ‘’I ruined myself for you, Dean. I can’t-- I won’t do that again. You are right. This is unhealthy. The fact that you’ve been pining for her for so long, pushing down those feelings to the point they are twisted into something so cruel and disgusting. You need help.’’ What kind of ugly you have to have inside you for a monster to love you? And, even worse, what kind of sickness you have trapped, written in your blood to want it to be spilled out in his name? ‘’You really are venom. If this is how you love, it’s scary as fuck.’’ When you loved a broken man, you were never sure if his shattered pieces would glisten or cut your hand once the light came in. Here’s your answer. His parts crawled inside you through pulled up scars, scraping your insides to make into ruins, but you never liked Rome much. You had to be better than that. ‘’Goodbye, Dean.’’

He couldn’t bring himself to go after your steps.

Once again, it’s the kind of freedom no traveler wants. When you lost it all and didn't have any person or place to cling to, when you had to leave because you were becoming the girl you swore you’d never leave, when you walked away willingly without a map.

Still, it was all you had. You’d make a good use of it. You’d be okay. No more ugly emotions or sentiments that made you unrecognizable. No more knives that cut both ways, or situations so complicated you weren’t sure where your morals could rely on.

You’d be okay, healthy, and happy.

You’d be okay.

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Opinion #3

Hi everyone! These things have become less like rants and more like me talking about a specific topic so I changed the title. But anyway I just want reiterate that these are all just how I feel and I love to know other people's opinions and no one is wrong because of how they interpret something as long as they are respectful.

The topic for today is Sam and Amelia. I've seen a lot of people on Reddit who are mad at Sam for not looking for Dean in Purgatory and I'm sure that was a big deal at the time on here as well. ( I'm very new to Tumblr). I don't like the storyline and I skip the first half of 8 on rewatches simply because it's boring and unnecessary drama. I also believe that it was out of character for Sam. That being said I needed a rational explanation in the world of the show because this has bothered me for a long time. This will pretty much be in defense of the decision Sam made.

First, his mental state at the time could not have been good. Only a few episodes before Cas had taken Lucifer out of his head. He hadn't known what was real and what wasn't for most of the season. As soon as they left the hospital they had to deal with the Leviathans and then Dean vanishes and is presumed dead. Personally, I believe Sam had been reckless when he was driving and didn't really care if he lived or died. Hitting that dog got him to stop and focus on something else and then he met Amelia. For me it is almost like Dean and Lisa. The only reason Dean went to Lisa was because of his promise to Sam.

Second, to Sam Dean was dead. He had no idea where Dean was. For all he knew Dean was in Heaven. He wasn't there when Dean killed Dick Roman and there was no body. Dean could have potentially been anywhere. Now logically it makes sense for Dean to be in Purgatory because it was where Dick Roman would go. But again his mental state wasn't exactly amazing and he easily could have figured Dean hadn't survived once he was taken there and then his soul had gone to heaven. That's not really a bad assumption considering what they had heard about Purgatory.

Lastly, he was alone. They didn't have many allies at this point and even if Sam had somehow found a way to get to Purgatory he could have been killed. He could have asked other hunters but most of them were still mad about the apocalypse. ( topic for another day). He knew Dean didn't want him to die and after that initial recklessness he probably didn't want to do something that had the potential to be even more stupid. Also, everyone remembers what happened the last time he was alone right? Sam certainly does and while many of those things can not be put solely on him he certainly thinks they do. That's the reason he jumped in the cage in the first place. He tried the opposite this time and while it didn't end well he didn't exactly explain anything to Dean although I'm not sure if he was ever really given the chance.

Should Sam have looked a little harder? Yeah. But in a way I understand why he didn't. I also understand Dean's anger. He comes back to a world he isn't used to and he has a brother who he thinks doesn't care. ( Sam cares. A lot.) He has a new friend who lives in black and white and after Purgatory for a year he has to learn that earth isn't always kill or be killed. I understand both point of views. I just wanted to write this because I feel a lot of people are too hard on Sam for this and many other things. It's just my opinion though and I would love to hear everyone else's.

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"why you’re so obsessed with me?" Yandere Taehyung

"Jimin what’s wrong with you and Jeongyeon,it’s like something is going on between you guys,do you have a crush on her 😂?" Yandere Jimin

"Yoongi, baby, you’re so soft for someone with your backstory I thought you would be more on the tough side,how do you handle yourself on street???" Yandere Yoongi

"Namjoon if you, me and nayeon get nominated for the Student Council President who would win? who would deserve it?" Yandere Namjoon

"Yoongi, my baby why don’t you take care of yourself?? Jeongguk could you please look after him? I don’t wanna something like that beat up situation happen again" Yandere Yoongi and Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongi why you listen to rap? I’m pretty sure you have nothing in common with their lyrics" Yandere Yoongi

(I want to see how yoongi reacts to someone as shy as him) Yandere Yoongi

"Jeongguk your father live with you and your mother? like nothing ever happened?" Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongi why you listen to rap? I’m pretty sure you have nothing in common with their lyrics" Yandere Yoongi

"do you think i can come over to your house after school, I've seen everyone eles house but yours, plsss" Yandere Yoongi

"Jungkook, my lover, if you walk my baby yoongi home, I’ll give you a kiss afterwards. What will it be?" Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongs, I hear your situation at home with your mother and after talking about it with my parents, they offered you to come stay with us if you want to?..." Yandere Yoongi

"Yoongi you said you work,what’s your “jobs”?" Yandere Yoongi

"Yoongi,my child have you ever been curious about your father and his new family?" Yandere Yoongi

"Jin, baby, why do you think you’re better than everybody else?" Yandere Seokjin

"August D, what do you have to say to all your bullys in high school/college?" Yandere August D

"Yoongi, how did you meet Y/n ?" Yandere August D

"Agust D!! Or should I say, yoongi? Ahah...I don't know if you remember me, but we used to go to middle school together!..." Yandere August D

"Hoseok, if you don't mind skipping out on club for today I was wondering if you could come sleepover at my place..." Yandere Hoseok

"I’m happy now everything is better for you and your mom Yoongi" Yandere August D

"Yoongi-ah do you want to go watch a movie together? Would it be too risky for Korea’s top rapper to go out with a girl?..." Yandere August D

"Yoongi sweetie what do you think of kids?" Yandere Yoongi

"Yoongi I think we should break up. Oh of course I still love you very much. I've been in love with you since high school..." Yandere August D

"Jeon Jeongguk, are the rumors true? do you have a sixpack? Answer" Yandere Jeongguk

"My hope! You are an absolute ray of sunshine in my life and i would love nothing more to be wrapped in your arms" Yandere Hoseok

"Namjoon I can’t believe you and Soobin are brothers, how is it you guys don’t have anything in common?" Yandere Namjoon

"Hoseok sweetie can you plan my wedding?this is what best friends are for" Yandere Hoseok

"Jungkook, I’ll show you my abs if you show me yours." Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongi let’s start dating and nobody has to know it" Yandere Yoongi

BLACKPINK

"Taehyung sweetheart I think your babies would be so beautiful" Yandere Taehyung

"Taehyung, you said you wanted to fulfill my every wish, yeah? you've done a pretty good job so far and now my only wish is to submit fully to you, I want to be yours in every way that there is..." Yandere Taehyung

"Taehyung, sometimes I feel like you’re being sarcasm with that goddess shit" Yandere Taehyung

"when are we getting married?" Yandere Rosé | 🍊 anon

“rosé, to me you are more important than the sun, moon and stars. you are my everything. would you be mine for all of eternity?” Yandere Rosé

"whenever I hold you in my arms, what do you feel?" Yandere Rosé | 🍊 anon

"did you know that your the love of my life?" Yandere Jennie

"have you ever thought or feel your parents relationship is unhealthy or toxic???" Yandere Jennie

"I never want to let go of your embrace, can we please stay like this forever with you in my arms?" Yandere Jennie

"please kiss me as much as you want, it makes me feel good. Will you allow me to do the same in return?" Yandere Jennie

“rosie, you’re such a kind and caring person- you would be an excellent mother! would you be willing to start a family with me someday?” Yandere Rosé | 🥭 anon

"did you know that you’re the most beautiful person in my eyes?" Yandere Rosé

"whenever i take your face into my hands, do you love it?" Yandere Rosé

"your lips look so soft, can i feel how soft they would be against my own?" Yandere Rosé

"will you ever allow me to give you kisses?" Yandere Rosé

"should we hold each other tight when cuddling?" Yandere Rosé

"can we hold hands?" Yandere Rosé

"you look cold, would you like to sit on my lap so i can hold you and keep you warm?" Yandere Rosé

"Lalisa, one on on, you and Jeongguk, who would win?" Yandere Lisa

"who is loren? you and him seem close.. you’re dating him right? i’ll stop bothering you then, i didn’t realize you had someone already.." Yandere Rosé

"Rosé, if you give me all your love today, I will give you anything my soul could offer." Yandere Rosé 🍊 anon

"Jennie, could you please help me bandage my wounds? I kinda got messed up in a fight." Yandere Jennie

"Jisoo what kind of photos do you have that you never let anybody look at it?" Yandere Jisoo

"His name is Matthew, Jennie. Would you kill the guy for me? Im kinda this close to breaking down." Yandere Jennie

"sweetheart are you okay? you had a nightmare?..." Yandere Rosé

"Rosé, you haven’t to know where my baggy hoodies are, right?" Yandere Rose

"hey Rosé, is it okay if I can be vulnerable around you? I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable when I do so." Yandere Rosé

"tzuyu is so pretty.. i might ask her out- say, you have english with her later right?" Yandere Rosé

"Jennie, I know I’m in my bra and underwear but if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I’ll give you something to remember." Yandere Jennie | NSFW

"rosie, i know we’re best friends but.. would you like to be something more than that?" Yandere Rosé

TWICE

"Wait, wait, Jennie, can you leave the night light on? I’m kinda scared of the dark." Yandere Jennie

"hey rosie- oh- you’re crying! rosie what’s wrong? you’re being bullied? by who? those assholes! stay close to me from now on, okay? next time one of them tries anything i’ll kill them." Yandere Rosé

"Jennie, you're so short, it makes my wanna pick you up and spin you around! Ah, you're so damn cute!!" Yandere Jennie

"rosie you’re so hot, damn. your future spouse is so lucky" Yandere Rosé

"J-Jennie, hey t-there. Listen im sorry for barging into your room when you were changing, I-I forgot to knock! I promise I didn’t see anything, I’m not a pervert! I’m s-sorry!" Yandere Jennie

"can you make me yours? Please" Yandere Sana

"why you’re so beautiful?" Yandere Tzuyu

"you and that yoongi kid kind of look alike isn’t that strange??" Yandere Chaeyoung

"Sana can you tell me the story of your scar?" Yandere Sana

"Chaeyoung, will you ever allow me to ever cuddle with you?" Yandere Chaeyoung

"Sana, I have read your father’s book, it’s a masterpiece, do you write yourself like like him?" Yandere Sana

"Damn Jihyo how do you get access to dark web????" Yandere Jihyo

"Chaeyoung, you need to be warm or you can get sick. Here, wear my hoodie, it’ll fit." Yandere Chaeyoung

"Jihyo if I become joker, will you be my dr Quinzel?" Yandere Jihyo

ITZY

"Ryujin I would love to meet your family,they seem interesting" Yandere Ryujin

"Jisu sweetheart can you teach about drugs?" Yandere Jisu

"Ryujin, in case you haven’t noticed yet, I have a very special relationships with a few clubs if you know what i mean, so how about you become my pet, hmm?" Yandere Ryujin

TXT

MAMAMOO

"Wheein why you hate men so much what they have done to you?" Yandere Wheein | TW: Sexual Assault/Harassment

"Hyejin why I love you so much????why you’re so perfect??" Yandere Hyejin

"Hey Byul I like your style" Yandere Byulyi

"Byul my moon you’re so cool to become a policewoman" Yandere Byulyi

"Yongsun baby you should think more about your career" Yandere Yongsun

[stillalive19567]

Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader | Chapter 14

"Wait, there's more," she says, her voice serious yet tinged with a hint of anticipation.

She continues, "Ophelia Couer. She was the first one to set foot on many of the islands in the lake. Some of them were even named by her."

"She was very private about her past. She rarely made public appearances, and only published her scientific findings sporadically."

"All we know about her past was that at some point in her childhood she was badly injured in a fire," Lisa adds, her voice trailing off. "I think she was the ninth sister."

I ask her softly, "How do you know so much about this?"

Lisa looks at me with empathy in her eyes before answering, "I asked my parents to look into your parents' death. They told me everything today."

My heart sinks as I absorb this revelation. "Are your parents also powerful demons?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nods solemnly, confirming what I had suspected but never dared to fully believe.

Unable to contain my emotions, a tear escapes my eye. "Why is this happening to me?" I ask, feeling a surge of grief and confusion.

Lisa reaches out and pulls me into a comforting hug. "It's okay," she murmurs softly, her voice filled with compassion. "I'm here for you."

After a moment, Lisa gently prompts, "What do you want?"

My voice cracks with sorrow as I reply, "I want my parents..." The weight of loss and longing hangs heavy in the air between us.

She says gently, "I can't give you that, but I promise to be here with you."

Feeling vulnerable, I ask softly, "You will not leave me?"

Lisa responds firmly, "Never."

I sniffle, overwhelmed by her reassurance and the weight of my emotions. In a moment of quiet intimacy, she leans in and kisses me tenderly, a gesture filled with comfort and love.

I receive a call from my grandfather, his voice dripping with anger. "Are you with that demon?" he demands.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself before replying defiantly, "Yes. Do you have a problem?"

His voice rises in fury, "I will kill it!"

"She is not 'it'," I retort sharply, my anger matching his. "And I won't let you kill her." With that, I angrily cut the call.

Lisa, who had been nearby, understands the tense exchange. She comes over and wraps her arms around me, offering comfort and support. "It's okay," she murmurs soothingly. "You don't have to go home. Stay here. With me."

Lisa kisses my hair gently and asks, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

I nod silently, grateful for her comforting presence. She helps me to my feet, and together we step outside.

Lisa's fingers interlace with mine as we stroll down the dimly lit street. Her touch is gentle, a comforting contrast to the weight of recent revelations. I can't help but giggle, a nervous release of tension bubbling up unexpectedly.

"And you say demons are not soft," I remark playfully, echoing a phrase from earlier conversations that now feels oddly fitting given our current situation.

Lisa chuckles softly, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. "I guess some of us can surprise you," she replies, her voice tinged with warmth.

I squeeze her hand again, feeling a rush of affection and gratitude for her presence amidst the uncertainty and danger we face.

The walk is serene, the quiet between us a tranquil comfort amidst everything else.

Lisa and I move along the street, our steps echoing faintly in the night.

Eventually, she cones to a stop, gently turning me to face her. Her eyes hold a mixture of affection and something unspoken, and then she leans in, pressing her lips against mine in a gentle kiss.

I respond instinctively, returning her kiss with equal tenderness. As she pulls away slightly, a soft chuckle escapes her lips.

"Sorry, I just missed your lips," she murmurs with a playful tone, her cheeks tinged with a hint of bashfulness.

I smile warmly, feeling a surge of fondness for her lightheartedness. I lean in and peck her lips affectionately in return before pulling back slightly.

With a grin, I start walking again, feeling lighter and more connected to her than before.

We walk in silence, the cool night air wrapping around us like a comforting blanket. Suddenly, a car screeches to a halt in front of us.

My heart skips a beat as I recognize my grandfather stepping out, his face twisted in anger.

Lisa instinctively moves in front of me, a protective gesture that both reassures and worries me. She releases my hand and steps forward, her stance clear and firm, a warning for him to halt his approach.

He says sternly, "Stay away from my daughter." Lisa turns to me, concern flickering in her eyes as she asks, "Do you want me to stay away from you?" I shake my head firmly, my voice resolute as I reply, "No."

Lisa pivots to face my grandfather, her demeanor unwavering. "You heard her," she states firmly.

He glares at Lisa, his eyes filled with anger and authority. "Do you know who I am?" he demands sharply. "I can end you in a second."

Lisa meets his gaze fearlessly, a defiant smirk playing on her lips. "Try me," she retorts coolly, her voice steady and resolute.

I step forward, feeling the tension thick in the air. "Please, grandfather, go," I plead, my voice tinged with concern and urgency.

He turns to me, his expression conflicted yet determined. "Not without you," he insists firmly, his tone unwavering.

He motions to his men, and they move towards Lisa with determination in their eyes. Lisa remains calm and unfazed, her posture steady despite the approaching threat.

"Come out," she commands with a hint of authority in her voice.

Suddenly, demons emerge from the ground, their forms imposing and otherworldly. They materialize around Lisa, a protective circle forming around her.

She turns to one of the demons, her voice firm yet commanding. "Protect her," she instructs, gesturing towards me. "Don't let anyone take her away."

The demon nods solemnly, acknowledging Lisa's directive. With purposeful steps, it approaches me and stands in front, a formidable guardian shielding me from any harm.

With a flick of her finger, Lisa commands the shadows to creep in, casting an eerie darkness that instills fear in my grandfather's men.

The shadows swirl around them, twisting and coalescing into menacing forms. It's a display of her supernatural ability, invoking shadow to manipulate and intimidate.

One of the men, driven by fear or desperation, strikes at Lisa, but his blow passes through her as if she were not there.

In that moment, she disappears from his sight, swiftly reappearing behind him in a blur of motion.

With expert precision, she strikes at him, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground, incapacitated by the unexpected attack.

Lisa's mastery over illusion and shadow cloak becomes evident, her abilities blending seamlessly to protect herself and assert her dominance in the confrontation.

The men around us hesitate, momentarily stunned by her display of power and skill.

Lisa stands with authority, her presence commanding respect and fear among my grandfather's men. "Retreat, and no one gets hurt," she warns them firmly. "You can't kill me, and you can't take Y/n away. I won't let you."

Reluctantly, my grandfather orders his men to retreat, their expressions a mixture of frustration and resignation. They withdraw slowly, keeping their distance from Lisa and the demons that surround her, their resolve faltering in the face of her power.

However, my grandfather himself steps forward, his gaze locked with Lisa's. "This isn't over yet, demon," he declares defiantly, his voice carrying a hint of lingering threat.

With that final proclamation, he turns and strides purposefully towards his car. The tension lingers in the air as he enters the vehicle and drives away, leaving behind an uneasy calm tinged with the promise of future conflict.

I watch as my grandfather's car disappears into the night, a knot of conflicting emotions tightening in my chest. Lisa turns to me, concern etched in her features. "Are you okay?" she asks softly, her voice a comforting presence amidst the turmoil.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I... I think so," I reply shakily, my thoughts racing. The confrontation with my grandfather, the revelation of Lisa's abilities, and the demons appearing-all of it feels surreal, yet undeniably real.

Lisa moves closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. "He won't hurt you, Y/n," she assures me, her gaze earnest. "I won't let him."

I meet her eyes, grateful for her reassurance yet troubled by the conflict that now seems inevitable. "Why is he so... against you?" I ask, struggling to understand my grandfather's vehement opposition to Lisa.

She sighs softly, her expression somber. "Your grandfather... he believes in old grudges, in hatred passed down through generations," she explains, her voice tinged with sadness. "And he sees me as... a threat, not just because of what I am, but because of what I represent."

I nod slowly, absorbing her words. The weight of family history and prejudice hangs heavily between us, complicating an already perilous situation.

"What do we do now?" I inquire quietly, feeling a sense of urgency to navigate the dangerous path ahead.

"We keep moving forward," Lisa replies firmly, her tone resolute. "We uncover the truth about the Liberum, about the Nine Sisters, and about what happened to your parents and Miss LaBarge."

Her determination steadies me, grounding me in the resolve to seek justice and unravel the mysteries that have haunted me. "Together," I murmur, finding strength in her unwavering support.

"Together," Lisa echoes, a small smile touching her lips. She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, a gesture of solidarity and affection.

I close my eyes briefly, letting her touch soothe my troubled mind. With Lisa by my side, I know I'm not alone.

"We should go home," Lisa suggests softly, sensing the need for a moment of respite. "Rest, and tomorrow we'll start figuring out our next move."

I nod in agreement, grateful for her practicality and caring nature. "Thank you, Lisa," I say sincerely, meeting her gaze with a mix of gratitude and determination. "For everything."

She smiles warmly, her eyes reflecting a deep bond forged through adversity. "Anytime, Y/n," she replies softly. "I'm here for you, always."

As we reach home, the weight of the night's events hangs heavy in the air. Lisa and I retreat to the comfort of my room, seeking solace in each other's presence. The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow that somehow feels both soothing and eerie, given the recent turmoil.

Silently, we sit down on the edge of the bed, our shoulders brushing as we exchange a glance filled with unspoken understanding. Lisa reaches out, her hand finding mine, fingers intertwining in a gesture of reassurance and solidarity.

"I'm glad you're safe," Lisa murmurs softly, her voice breaking the silence that had settled between us. Her eyes search mine, filled with a mix of concern and affection.

I squeeze her hand gently, returning the sentiment with a small smile. "Thank you for protecting me," I reply sincerely, feeling a swell of gratitude for her unwavering support.

"It's what I'm here for," Lisa says softly, her tone warm with affection. She leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss to my cheek, a gesture that conveys both comfort and a silent promise.

I turn to face her, our eyes meeting in the intimate quiet of the room. There's a depth of emotion in her gaze that resonates with my own feelings, a shared understanding of the challenges we face together.

"Tonight was..." I begin, my voice trailing off as I struggle to find the right words to encapsulate the intensity of our encounter with my grandfather and the demons.

"Intense," Lisa finishes for me, her voice gentle yet resolute. "But we made it through together."

I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me knowing that Lisa is by my side. "I don't know what I would do without you," I admit quietly, vulnerability coloring my words.

"You'll never have to find out," Lisa replies firmly, her fingers gently brushing against my cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."

Her words are a balm to my unsettled heart, soothing the fears and uncertainties that have plagued me since my parents' death and the subsequent revelations. In this moment, lying beside each other in the quiet of my room, I find a fleeting sense of peace amidst the turmoil of our lives.

I turn on my side to face her, our bodies inches apart yet connected by an invisible thread of shared experiences and unspoken words. Lisa meets my gaze with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the weariness and determination that mirror my own.

"Goodnight, Y/n," Lisa whispers tenderly, her voice barely above a murmur.

"Goodnight, Lisa," I reply softly, my voice filled with gratitude and a burgeoning sense of hope for the future.

[allexday]

lisa; the blood splattered on her fair skin stood out like red against white. it was unfamiliar on the tall, thin female, who stood with the same emotionless expression she always had on her delicate face.

the scent of iron hit your nose before your eyes spotted the puddle of maroon, or the blood dripping off of the knife held tightly in lisa's hand. as you comprehended the scene before you, it became clear that you were not supposed to be here. to see this.

a soft gasp left you.

her head snapped, eyes immediately greeting yours. her dead-emotionless look melted away upon seeing your terrified face, fear flashing in her brown hues and her lips turning into a frown.

"y/n?"

she glanced back at the dead body, one you recognized as a classmate of yours, and then to her hands, which were dripping and covered in blood. you followed her gaze, your heart racing in your chest as you registered what had happened.

this can't... this can't be possible.

you felt like your head was empty as she started approaching you, her footsteps cautious. she dropped the knife on the ground, it connecting against the cold pavement of the alleyway with a clank, before reaching her hands up as if to show you she was unarmed.

"y/n, this is not what it looks like. I promise. this is all just a misunderstanding,"

however, she didn't get far before you jumped back, making her stop in her tracks, watching you shake with fear. your whole body had run cold, dread filling your lungs and releasing it every time you breathed. there are no words to describe how terrified you were looking at her form.

"listen, y/n, she... she attacked me. I was just, um... I, I was just walking and she came at me! she was saying all these things and yelling at me! it was... it was crazy!" you don't think you've ever seen so many emotions on her face before.

"I'm... I'm scared. I'm so scared. please, y/n. come here,"

a very strong part of you wanted to run to her, to hug her and tell her it was alright. but as you gazed over at the body of someone who used to be a friend of yours... you couldn't help but feel that something was off.

"I'm... I'm sorry lisa, but I can't,"

her body tensed at your words, her eyes tearing up slightly.

"but, but... y/n, please. i... please,"

you couldn't say for sure, but it was as if she was begging you to not make her do something rather than for you to believe her.

you took a step back, watching as her fists clenched.

"y/n," her voice gave off a warning as if daring you to run.

you didn't stay to listen to her shouts, before bolting off and down the alleyway. you ran frantically, adrenaline pouring into you as you began thinking of all possible ways to get out of this situation.

there was a dairy shop down the street. no, they're closed today, something about remodeling. wait! a pay phone is right out of this alley! no, you have no money and she'll catch you before you get there, there's no telling what she'll do to you.

you still couldn't fathom what your best friend had done. there was no moon in the sky and no stars were in sight, and the only thing giving you any light was the flickering streetlamp across the street.

you didn't notice the box in front of you or that you were falling. your head hit the cold concrete, a loud audible smack being the last thing you heard before everything went dark.

lisa came to a stop, quickly dropping to her knees as she pushed you onto your back.

"y/n! y/n, wake up," she shouted, tears welling in her eyes. however, she slowly calmed down upon realizing there was no blood oozing from your head, and the frantic pulse she felt on your neck meant your heart was still beating. you were simply knocked unconscious.

she breathed heavily, her mind racing as she tried to think of what to do. you weren't meant to see that. you were supposed to be at home, she knows because she knows everything about you. she made sure of it. so why? why were you here? why did this have to be ruined?

she sobbed quietly, holding your body close to her chest.

from your sleep, you could smell her sweet, soft perfume, and the metallic scent of blood.

[marvelita85]

Chris loved fall, he showed it in the pictures he posted on instagram you loved it no because of the orange trees or because halloween but because it's been 2 years you met Chris and you thought it was going to be a moment and would finished as soon as it happened but you might have done something because Chris didn't want to let you go, and he didn't even you were very eceptic about dating him, you could think it was a dream come true but you thought about everything that came with dating a famous person and that famous person being Chris Evans but what you felt first was charm and fan loving, soon became real and honest love you were completely inlove with him and everyone could see it in the way you looked at him, you become a memme in internet saying "stay with the person that looks at you like Chris Evans's girlfriend look at him", Shanna, Chris sister, showed you that once and you had to retweet it because it was true

His family was a very important piece of your relationship, his sister became one of your best friends, his brother Scott bond with you a lot when he stayed to spend quarantine with you, even Lisa, his mother the one that you thought was going to be the most dificult to warm to you and to believe you didn't care about the fame or the money was the first one that realise you were going to be the one for her son and even you got into fights like every couple did, Chris was the person you saw yourself growing old with

You stand beside the front door, Chris walked inside again Dodger beside him he stoped and kiss you and you smile returning it

- another tree picture?

- how could I not they look so beautiful...

- you are adorable Chris...

- you love me to much

- thats also true... here...- Chris looked down at your hand holding a little gift

- whats this?

- happy anniversary...today is been 2 years we met at the comicon...- Chris opened the box in his hand and found a golden chain of St Christopher

- oh baby is beautiful - he took the chain out

- I know you got the one that your grandma gave you..

- yes but the chain broke and I was looking for another one...thank you... is perfect... help me put it on... - he grab the chain and gave it to you and you lock it around his neck

- it looks good...- your hand rest on his chest and smile terderly

- actually I was going to wait to give you my gift

- you don't have to give me anything...

- well I want to give you this because I've been thinking a lot, I had time - you smile knowing he refered to the quarantine and stayed indoors - just wait for me

- alright...- you smile sitting on a couch and played with Dodger until Chris came back

- ok so I need you to stand up...- you looked at him weir but you comply and he neeled in front of you - I never thought it was going to be one of my fans the one that stole my heart but after 2 years together I know from the moment I met you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you so my Y/n will you marry me? - you gasp and hold your mouth with your hand, your eyes full of tears threatening to come out the only part of your body thay could still move was your head saying yes the words you couldnt find to say

- yes yes my gosh.. yes - you started laughing and he join you full of happiness in your faces he got the ring off the box and grab your left hand putting it on your ring finger - is absolutely stunning Chris... I don't know what to say... I love you so much...- at this point you were crying and Chris hold a few tears in his own eyes

You were still crying but they were all happy tears Chris grab his phone and took a picture of both your hands showing your ring

- are you sure you want the world knows?...

- can I ? I want them all to know how happy I am with you

- of course you can, what do u say Dodger? I'm going to be your mom officially - the pup walked to you moving his tail he definitely knew what was going on in his house

Later that night while you were cooking dinner you look at your hand and you smile seeing the ring shining there in your finger, your phone started rinning with so many messages, your friends, Scott, Shanna, Carlie all of them send you messages, Lisa only send, "welcome to the family", you got into instagram and you saw why all the conmotion, Chris posted the picture of your hand and the ring "she said yes, Mrs Evans coming 2021" you click a heart and you couldn't stop smiling, the happiness you were feeling knowing that person Chris was talking about was you