#i had to replace the couch but im not making up a reason i'll just change it back HAHA

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Little Beth is such a joy! Everyone in the house wants to always be around her, Angie and some other older women at church were joking that she's going to have quite the difficulty when it's courting time, she's got (atleast) 8 very protective older brothers! After we got home from Newcrest, the boys took turns being under the weather, so we kept them away until they felt better so we didn't have to deal with a sick baby. As the weather gets colder we're going to be seeing more and more sicknesses doing the rounds, since a lot of our congregation travelled to their families for the holiday period there's always someone who gets awfully sick.

Thankfully I've got my recipe for chicken & dumplings and chilli on demand, they're what the boys ask for when they're not feeling too good, the food warms them from the inside out. I make large servings of both dishes so that I'm not cooking a whole new meal from scratch by the morning. I'm used to making enough servings for 15+ people, so we're constantly flowing with an abundance of leftovers, which is amazing for when guests drop by unexpectedly. Being able to show hospitality is one of the things that my mother impressed on us was our duty to excel at as wives and mothers, we show the goodness of God when we extend an invitation to others to sit and fellowship.

The boys are absolutely in love with their little sister! It seems they all grew overnight when we brought her home, they finish their chores faster, finish their homework faster, and have upped their handwashing rate by a tonne (which I'm eternally thankful for!) The little boys have been practicing being gentle when holding her, and they only hold her with either Mason or I there. Little Titus calls her his baby, which makes this mama's heart glad that he's not so burned at having his spot as the youngest being taken. I've been spending more time with him and the twins as they've adjusted to having another baby in the house, and thankfully they've done so well.

Little Beth is hitting so many milestones! She's quite stubborn and doesn't want to start, but as soon as we get her on the floor and try and get her waving, or even crawling, she puts her heart and soul into it. The boys love cheering her on, and she loves the attention so she pushes until she's overstimulated. Her stubbornness means she fights sleep because there's so much happening in the house, so nap times have to be enforced or else she'd never get any sleep and would be an overstimulated mess.

Molly, Mason's sister, is in her second trimester of her first pregnancy and is absolutely glowing! She's been in the throes of morning sickness since she announced to us at easter, and she's only just recently began feeling better. She and Elijah have completed their move to Newcrest, now they live around 20 minutes from us. Her belly is so wonderfully small, we laugh that she hasn't popped yet so she hasn't had to go shopping for a whole new maternity wardrobe. Angie and I, along with some ladies from church planned a gender reveal/baby shower for Molly as the first event to celebrate them moving to Newcrest.

(AN: There's a video but is absolutely refused to load and the gif drove the quality into the toilet - that may be a post on its own tomorrow, for now there's a screenshot form the video)

And it's a boy! The boys were so happy to get another boy in the family. Molly and Elijah haven't picked out a name yet, so they've got more work ahead of them before the little mister makes his appearance.

Angie was ecstatic getting to plan this gender reveal, we only had one when we were expecting Noah before choosing to not find out anymore with the subsequent pregnancies. She and Aaron have such a love for children that even with 9 grandchildren, they're over the moon everytime they're told that there's another one coming. Aaron pastors our congregation, and many families have adopted him and Angie as their grandparents, so they have many 'grandchildren' that they're nurturing and helping to grow in the Lord.

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Just Treats, No Tricks

Ch. 4 - The One Where The Movie Never Gets Finished

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x F!Reader

A/N: did i write this while crying over tokyorev? yes i did but yay here's the first fic installement of this series :) i can already tell im gonna spend hours writing dialogue for these interactions with dazai. hope you enjoy ^^

For someone who worked as a barista at a mediocre coffee shop downtown, you would think that Dazai’s apartment would not be the most attractive place to settle down. Especially since the last time you visited him, you clearly remembered the sand-colored wallpaper peeling off of the thin walls. You did not expect to see such simplistic furniture and decorations adorned all throughout his home. He probably asked Chuuya to lend him some extra cash, you muttered to yourself with a smirk on your face.

“You look like you’re about to run away from home Y/N,” Dazai commented as he eyed the little blue sack that was slung over your shoulder. "You're not too far off," you chuckled while setting your bag on the cream colored couch. It was filled with practically nothing except a small blanket, your phone, and a bag of rice. In a way, you did look like a child on the run. You even threatened Ariel by saying that you would replace her and make Dazai your new roommate, but she was left unfazed as she stay wrapped up in her boyfriend's arms.

You fell down onto the ivory sofa like it was already your own, kicking your feet up and turning on the black television with the remote that pressed against your thigh. "So, I see you finally bought some decent movies," you flashed a smug look at Dazai who stood looking down on you with those dark brown eyes. "What are you talking about?! The Sixth Sense was a great movie!" He slowly creeped towards you to position himself beside you, his eyes widened at your disagreeing opinion. "Dazai, the only reason you enjoyed that movie was because of the two seconds of hanging ropes!"

"Anyways, why don't we just sit back and relax tonight? I can pour us some alco-" You placed a hand firmly over Dazai's mouth, his voice growing louder as it muffled into your palm. "Why don't we just have some popcorn, hmm? I'll make it." You pushed yourself upright and headed for the dimly lit kitchen, rummaging through the oak cabinets and preparing the microwave. There was something about the sound of popcorn popping along with the light scent of butter that relaxed your mind. It reminded you of a thousand little flowers bursting into bloom, the white petals of the kernel creating a field of tasty treats. You grabbed a large plastic bowl and dumped the pieces into the container. The warmth of the bowl now pressed against you and Dazai's legs as The Princess Bride could be heard from the screen in front of you.

"This is a decent movie to you, Y/N? It's so cheesy," Dazai turned his head to the side in order to avoid the dashing young blonde man that you were gawking over. "Aww, don't be like that Dazai! This is a great film," you gave him a mild punch to the shoulder, your eyes immediately darting back to the television. You situated your left hand to rest under your chin, a giddy laugh escaping your lips.

Your right hand reached out to the warm popcorn dish but as you brought your fingers down, a different kind of warmth coursed through your fingertips. Your eyes momentarily looked away from the beautiful young lady being swept up by the handsome thief to see your hand on top of Dazai's extended hand. You tried to pull your away, but Dazai had already lifted your knuckles to meet his lips. "Huh? Why so shy, Y/N?" Damn you, Dazai. It wasn't foreign for your best friend to flirt with you, or with other women for that matter. Although it usually was just witty banter that you could easily combat with your own form of teasing. He had never done anything like this to you, but you quickly grabbed ahold of your thoughts and calmed down. It's just the usual, Y/N. Don't get so worked up. You were able to loosen the grip that Dazai had on your hand and set it on top of your lap.

You didn't realize it until it was already too late, but your eyelids started to droop down and your head swung to one side until eventually you had fallen fast asleep. Dazai took notice of this and picked himself off of the sofa, making his way over to the bag you had placed so neatly on the floor. He snatched the fluffy blanket that was peaking out and set it carefully on top of you, tucking it under the sides of your frame. Suddenly, he felt the center of his cheeks grow warmer by the minute as he gazed at your peaceful figure. What the hell am I doing, he thought. He shook his head to clear the thoughts currently clouding his mind. I'm sure this will pass. Right?

- This isn't the first time Dazai has loaned money from Chuuya. He currently owes him over 1,000,000 yen ($10,000 USD).

- Y/N can be a sucker for movies like The Princess Bride. Any movie containing mysterious men like Westley always captivate them.

tags: @nameless-shrimp @sky-drgn @confusedinsominiac @cheomain @dazaiaiko @whats-humanity-lol @jacuzziwaters

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Charms.

(1/?)

> Percy likes to deceive. Lie, manipulate, more lies; it was a part of his job, after all. Annabeth has been deceived. Lied to. Manipulated. She's an woman of many secrets- secrets she'd rather not let anyone know.

> Assassin! Percy x CEO! Annabeth.

> Warnings: Mostly angst + fluff, character death and some violence. Nothing too explicit. Mentions of blood/mild injuries as well as alcohol. (characters are aged up!)

pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5

Percy's thumb rule was never do anything he didn't want.

To live a happy and healthy life, that was completely normal; especially for such a laid back guy like him.

Choosing this... rather wild career was something he wanted to do, willingly. Life was short, so why not make the most of it? It was getting awfully bleak with the normal civilian life. After all, no one would believe the nice young man who helped the old man carry the groceries to his car would be someone who killed for a living. A smile so bright that it could give the sun a run for its money and warm sea green eyes could hide so much more than just innocence.

The ceiling to floor windows of his penthouse showed a breathtaking view of the New York skyline, sun moving behind the tall buildings and moon replacing the orange hue. Being an assassin had its perks- despite endangering his life on multiple occasions. The pay was just out of this world. All that cash just to kill off some sleazy politician, or that one corrupt buisness man? Sign him up. Zero hesitation.

Percy frowned at the dried blood on his once pure white gloves. He was quick to peel them off. He shuddered at the unsightly view of a small stain of blood on his onyx-colored suit.

He would just buy a new one later. Small things like that didn't matter. Sure, that might've been a gift from one of his clients, but it wasn't anything he couldn't replace.

Hanging his coat on the rack beside the wide entrance, he sighed with clear tiredness. One night of forced politeness and smiles took a toll on him- Also due to the fact that he had just done his job as an assassin. It wasn't what you could call easy.

His muscles were aching and sore in all the worst places, every move throbbing with full pain. The shallow slash on his lower abdomen had soaked his shirt in a dark crimson red, most likely going to leave a bad stain. He would have to clean that later.

The penthouse was big and rather spacious. White Walls and abstract paintings lined them, reflecting off the almost pristine marble floors. It took a while for Percy to get settled in, it being a huge place and all that. But he soon made it feel like home with the help of old picture frames that held memories and the Nemo stuffed animals resting on the leather couch.

“WOOF!”

And Mrs. O'leary.

Mrs.O’leary- a huge, slobbering dog with thick black fur- bounded towards him in a frenzied greeting. She hopped up on her hind legs to lick his face, tail wagging at a unmatched speed. She barked again, this time more quieter.

“Yeah, yeah. It's nice to see you too.” Percy laughed as he tried to pull away. Once he went to the kitchen to grab a bone-shaped treat. “Who’s a good girl?” He cooed, tossing the snack in the air. Mrs.O’leary jumped up to snatch it before barking and padding away. Her tail still wagged with elation.

When Percy first moved here, it was quite nerve-racking. He'd heard that this place was an especially good spot for people like him- meaning people who did some illegal activity. Well, that was what he assumed. Percy was 99% sure that his neighbor just in the penthouse below him, (Leo was it?) had to be involved in some sketchy stuff. That creepy smile of his with a mysterious staining his shirt never meant any good. Or maybe when his other neighbor, had a odd looking duffel bag slung across his shoulder. Oddly human shaped, maybe. With a horrible smell of something rotting. Percy recalled introducing himself a Nico DiAngelo. A pretty reserved and quiet guy, usually having a frown of his face. Well, other than that time when he had his boyfriend over, a sunshiney guy with sun-kissed hair. He never got the chance to catch his name.

Wrapping a white cloth around his wound, Percy's met with a sense of familiarity. Fixing his own injuries by himself. It would bee nice to have some help once in a while, but that would mean exposing him. He's definitely not ready to risk that.

Other than his boss and a couple of really close friends, no one knows about this. Percy nearly slipped up once- when a old companion from high school came over to visit, and his small arsenal of weapons were revealed. The little compartment hidden behind a painting. Not another word wasmsaid about it. Percy made up some half-assed excuse about auditioning for a movie so they were fakes.

It didn't take much of a expert, but the were far from fakes.

His phone rang from beside Percy, making him jolt in surprise. The contact name made him smile just the tiniest bit.

"Hey, mom," Percy began. "Why'd you call?"

"Can't your mom check up on you once in a while? How are you?" Sally beamed, cheerful voice on speaker mode.

He walked over to the bathroom where he stood in the full length mirror. A hint of blood seeped through the white bandage; now full wrapped. "Good. How's Paul and Estelle doing?" He asked.

"They're doing great! Me and your step dad went out with Estelle yesterday to see the movies." Sally smiled. "Estelle is growing into such a energetic ball of energy." She joked. "Just like you."

"Is that so?" Percy laughed, splashing his face with water. It felt cool on his skin, causing tiny pricks of coldness to pop up all over.

For a while, him and Sally conversed. She told him about her day (mostly gushing about Paul and Estelle) while Percy smiled and listened. He did his best to hide the fact that he'd been fixing up his wounds in silence. He cursed silently in pain when he touched an sensitive spot on the slash.

"Percy? Are you alright?" Sally asked in concern.

"Yeah! I just... hit my elbow. Its nothing. " He hastily replied.

"Okay," Sally exclaimed in relief. "By the way, when are you going to visit your old woman? Estelle misses you, you know."

"Yeah, well tell her I miss her too." A sense of gloom over took the conversation. "Look, I'm busy now but..." Percy looked over to the mirror again. "I'll call you later. Maybe I can visit you guys over there soon." He exhaled.

"We're looking forward to it! Isn't that right,             Estelle?" Sally gave the phone to the little girl who was jumping with excitement.

"Come over soon Perce!" She garbled. It sounded like she was eating something halfway.

"I will. Talk to you later, 'Kay?"

"'Kay!"

A wave of guilt overwashed Percy as soon as he ended the call. It was killing him inside, to not be honest with them about his real job. They just thought he was a simple marine biologist who got one hell of a promotion. Yeah, he wished. That seemed easier than killing for a living. He was going to tell them sooner or later. He just had to. Not today- not anytime soon, that is.

Jolting himself out of his thoughts, Percy's phone rang. He was quick to answer it. Was it Sally calling again? Percy put down the metal spoon he was holding, letting it rest in the pot of soup bubbling on the flat stove. 

“Hey, Percy!” The horribly familiar voice rang from the other side of the line. Percy grimaced.

“What is it?” He groaned.

“Is that any way to talk to your boss?” He tsked. “But I have news for you!”

“Do tell,” Percy muttered and went back to his soup. 

“I have a mission.” Apollo grinned widely. “You up for it?”

“Again? Didn't I just do one yesterday?” Percy rolled his eyes. He was tired; completely tired. Usually the missions weren't this close together- sometimes they could be even months apart.

“Yeah, but this one won't happen for a week or so. And it ain't just the typical mission.”

“Yeah? And what's that?”

“Its a info operation. Meaning-”

“I know what that means!” Percy interjected. “Just tell me the details already. I’m hungry.”

“Jeez, okay mr. grump. Annabeth Chase. You know her?” Apollo said, scoffing at Percy's tone.

“You mean the owner of that one architecture company? What about her?” He asked.

“She’s connected with Thalia Grace and Luke Castellan.” Appolo explained. “Apparently people have been talking about their new heist that they're planning. By what I've heard, it's going to be huge.” 

Those three names- Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase. Annabeth especially, was the most well known in the regular world. Her being the stoic founder of Athchase as well as being a crazy rich and famous person, that's a no brainer. Luke and Thalia, on the other hand, their heists were well known anywhere. Annabeth didn't have a criminal record of any sorts. That's a big reason she can keep up her reputation. It's not like the woman did anything wrong, its just that... the fact that she is connected with the two is enough to ensure suspicion. Growing rumors of her planning some of their crimes were spreading fast. Percy's heard of things like that, her being the mastermind of killing and stealing.

“Alright," He nodded. "Im interested. Go on."

“New York. That's where the three plan to meet up. Get information, maybe use your charms into getting her to trust you."

"N-new york..!?" Percy was left shocked at that.

"I've booked a flight there. 5 in the morning sharp tomorrow. I reccomend you arrive on time." Apollo chuckled.

"Yeah, whatever."

"And Percy?" He called out.

"Hm?"

"You have my full permission to kill Annabeth when you're done." Apollo darkly said, hanging up without another word. Percy rolled his eyes for the tenth time on the call.

Well, all right.

Next destination: New York.

"So, New York, huh." Annabeth swirled some of her cocktail in the glass, circling her wrist in a rotation. The blue liquid swirled together in a repetitive motion. Sapphire Martini tasted rather bitter on her tounge, but decent nonetheless. She enjoyed the slight orange twist.

"Why here of all places?" She asked.

"Its a golden opportunity, dear Annie. The Olympians only gather once in a blue moon, so we're going to make the most out of this!" Thalia sipped from her own glass, some regular red wine. She'd never had such a taste for 'Those fancy rich drinks'. Whatever that meant.

The Olympians, as Thalia said before, were a group of 12 of some of the wealthiest and prestigious people from across the world. Only a few select people could be a part- it was exclusive as to anybody who was just normal as a couple million rich. New York would be holding a auction quite soon on a famous opera house; and surprise, they would be there.

"Don't call me that." Annabeth winced at the name. "And who exactly is we?"

"Don't go all acting like you didn't agree, alright? Plus, you can gain a thing or two from all this." She grinned.

"I have a company to run, Thals, You know very well that I dropped that type of business years ago." Annabeth shook her head. "This is seriously risky."

"But you love that. Don't you?" Thalia pressed, standing up.

She truly did. The thrill, the rush of energy you couldn't get anywhere else. Thats what had driven her to join Thalia and Luke in the first place. That feeling alone made her eyes sparkle with desire.

"Yeah." Annabeth places her drinkdown back on the glass table. "I do."

Okay I'm back with some more hot garbage!!! here's my latest thing-- a assassin au. I need to do a ship other than percabeth tho 😔😔

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Mystic Sisters Ch.10- Past, Present & Future

Hikari's pov

"Hey mom made you some soup." Yua said placing a bowl and a glass of water on my desk next to my bed.

"Thanks." I groaned sitting up. Yua laughed at my bed head before fixing it. I woke up not feeling well. I had a hard time sleeping last night and my dreams were weird. It kept feeling like someone was trying to tell me something.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Somewhat, I'm just hungry and sleepy."

"Yua hurry up! I don't need you late again." mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Yua gave me a confronting smile and stood up.

"I'll bring you boba after school." I watched her leave and then went back to my soup. After eating I took a hot shower. I looked at myself in the mirror after getting out. The bags under my eyes were dark and puffy. "Probably the lack of sleep." I said rolling my eyes. I went to grab my under eye patches from under the skin only to find out they were missing. I searched under the skin confused before remembering that Yua asked to use them last night.

"Of course she didn't put them back." I say entering her room locating the under eye patches that were sitting on her desk.

"I'm surprised she can find stuff."I cringed at the state of her messy room. Walking out of her room I picked up the picture of us at the beach that sat on her dresser. I stared at it remembering that summer. I went to place the frame back when I heard the voice again.

"Be careful. They're coming after you again." the female voice whispered. I dropped the frame startled. "I'm definitely not hearing things"

I heard Yua's door opened and my confused father stood there.

"Honey, why are you in your sister's room?"

'Hmm?" I turned to him. "Nothing just getting my eye patches." I quickly picked up the frame and went back to my room. "Maybe I should try talking back to the voice. No that's crazy." I thought to myself sitting in bed. I yawned laying back in bed. I decided to watch anime. A little while later there was a knock at my door.

"It's open!" I yell pausing the show. My dad peaked his head in.

"I'm heading to work. Do you need anything before I leave?"

"No, I'm actually gonna take a nap." I yawned.

"Call me or your sister if you need anything." I nodded rolling over and pulled my blanket over me. I looked out the window watching the rain fall down. The weather had started to get colder and there had been more rain than usual. I loved that my bed was against a window. I was able to watch the rain or snow fall. It started to rain down heavier. Something about watching the rain like this felt familiar. A lot of things lately felt familiar. At times I thought it was just me but at other times I thought there could be something more. Was there? There had to be a reason for my dreams right? And what about Yua? Was it just a coincidence that we've been having similar dreams? I shook my head and laid back down and watched the rain fall down until my eyes grew heavy.

I looked around me and there was mud everywhere. I heard footsteps so I hurried to my feet and ran as fast as they would carry me. "You have to get away." The voice in my head told me. I stopped in my tracks trying to catch my breath.

"Who are you? Why do you keep telling me to run!" I yelled out looking for someone, anyone.

"Just keep going." They replied. The footsteps got closer so I took off running again. I didn't know how but my feet knew which way to run. It felt like I had no control. I've been here before. This was the same path I already ran down.

"Hikari you're almost there." the voice said. "Up ahead you'll see a clearing. There's a force field surrounding the area so you'll be protected there." I finally got there and stood there trying to catch my breath once again.

"What now?" I yell out. It was silent for a moment before I heard the voice again. This time it was clearer than it had been before.

"I can finally talk to you. I've been trying to reach you for awhile."

"Wait who are you? Why do you know me?"

"Hikari I don't have much time but you and your sister need to protect yourselves. You need to be careful with the people you surround yourself with."

"What do you mean?" I questioned cold and confused.

"Just be careful. There's not much I can say for now. You need more time to understand."

"Understand what?" I yell.

"Im sorry but I have to go. I hope I get to see you again soon. Just remember if you need to reach me, clear your mind and talk to me. It'll make more sense when you wake up."

Yua's pov

"Haru what the hell happened to your face?" I asked, running my thumb where the scar was on his cheek.

"Nothing just messing around with my friends." he replied groggily pushing my hand away. Before I could question him more he waved at at Hisako.

"Hey Hisako was looking for you. You look worried." I told her turning away from Haru.

"Have you talked to Hikari?" she questioned worriedly. She gave Haru a look and then focused back on me.

"No not since this morning, why?" Hisako kept a worried look on her face. She looked spaced out.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" She shook her head.

"No, I just feel like you should check on her. Go home and i'll bring you Hikari's homework." I felt like there was something more but I didn't question it.

"I mean if it worries you that much I'll go home." I quickly packed up my lunch and hurried home. The look on Hisako's face didn't make me feel better. She always knew when there was something wrong with Hikari. Anytime Hikari was upset or in danger Hisako knew before anyone. When I got home I dropped my backpack at the front door and ran to Hikari's room where I heard her whimpering. She was laying in her bed but looked uncomfortable. I ran over to her shaking her trying to wake her up.

"Hikari wake up, it's me." I shook her

"No come back!" she cried out. I shook her even harder this time.

"Hikari!" I yelled and she jumped up looking panicked until she realized it was me. I sat on her bed and pulled her into a hug.

"Hey you're okay. I'm here now." I consoled her, whipping her tears. She laid in my lap until she stopped crying.

"Oneesan why aren't you at school and how did you know to come?"

"Hisako was worried about you and told me I should come home. Strangely she was right." she nodded, taking a slip of her water.

"What were you dreaming about?" I questioned.

"The voice I keep hearing. I was able to talk to her. She knows about us Yua. she told me that we have to protect ourselves. And to--"

"Protect us from what?" I said cutting her off. She shrugged her shoulders. "She didn't say." leaned against the wall letting out a breathe I didn't know I was holding. After all this time our dreams meant something."

"She told me if I need to talk to her I can."

"How?" I turned to face her.

"Just clear my head and focus." she replied sounding annoyed. She stared out into space deep in thought. "What's wrong."

"She said she'll see us again soon. So that means we've met her before right?"

"Maybe. Im not sure, i'm just as confused as you are" Hikari looked so frustrated with everything she looked like she was about to cry again.

"Hey we'll figure this out together." I brushed her hair out of her face. She gave me a small smile but continued to stare down at her bed. I got up and pulled her along. "C'mon you haven't eaten right." I heated up last night's leftovers and watched my sister eat in silence. Her usual smile was replaced with a frown. When she was done she put her dishes in the sink and walked out of the kitchen. I pulled her back forcing her to look at me.

"Hikari."

"Mh." She replied.

"If you don't stop frowning, I'm gonna tickle you." I said poking her sides. At first she didn't budge but eventually she gave in and smiled showing her cute little dimple.

"That's the Hikari I know." she wrapped her arms around me hugging me.

Hisako's pov

"Mom i'm heading out." I yelled while putting on my jacket. She came out of her office and gave me a stern look.

"Where are you going?"

"Hikari's" I sighed with her understanding.

"It's getting late, be careful." I nodded and shut the door behind me.

"Sako?" Hikari questioned when she opened the door rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing here?" she stepped aside so I could come in.

"I brought you your homework...and boba." I smiled watching her eyes light up. "I know that Yua didn't have time on her way home to stop and get any." I sat on the couch after giving the girls their drinks.

"Are you okay." I asked Hikari who was sitting next to me while Yua was on the floor playing some video game. She nodded, giving me a smile.

"Hisako was worried about you." Yua said not looking up from her game. Hikari looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.

"It's nothing, just wanted to make sure you were okay. I reassured her. I hated that I had to lie to her. Every part of me what to tell her the truth but I know that I can't. It sucks having to keep a secret from her. I felt bad every time I thought about telling her because I knew I couldn't.

"Sako? You seemed distracted." I blinked a few times and nodded.

"Im fine. A little tired"

"Girls were home!" Koshiro announced walking into the living room.

"Oh hi Hisako." Naomi said, walking over to me giving me a hug.

"Hi Naomi. Is it okay if I stay over?"

"Of course. You're always welcomed. Is everything okay at home?"

"Yeah I just missed Hikari that's all." I laughed. "Their friendship is adorable.' I heard Naomi tell her husband from the kitchen.

A few hours later I laid in Hikari's bed with her watching tv. Hikari was watching it more than I was. She moved over to lay her head on my chest.

"Cuddle me!" she laughed. I patted her head a few times before laughing. I laid there lost in my thoughts once again. Before I knew it I heard Hikari snoring on my chest. I laughed and pulled the blankets over us both.

"I wish I could tell you everything."

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mental patient! hyunjin

“one side of me wants to love you but the other wants to see your blood spill from every inch of your body”

word count: 2000+

‘Hwang Hyunjin, aged 19, suffers from a rare form of split personality disorder and needs to be watched at all times, be prepared for a sudden personality swap’. Reading those words written on the document that was handed to y/n only a few days before, nervousness seeped through her veins. Honestly she was just glad she wasn’t having a forty year old psychopath and instead had someone around her age. After all, she had only just made it into the career she had dreamed of since she was young.

“Are you ready?” the older nurse asked, yet her face looked unsure, he couldn't be that bad right? I mean they wouldn't assign a new nurse to an extremely dangerous patient. Nodding, this was the call to open the metal door which led into the extremely white room which had a single bed placed in the centre, although it was within seconds in which she spotted the tall male slumped against the wall.

The metal door clanked behind her as she entered with caution towards the patient who still had not acknowledged her presence. His head was low as his face had a deep look of lack of comfort. Then again who wouldn’t feel uncomfortable in an isolated room like this? “You must be my new nurse” the boy suddenly spoke, making y/n jump in shock, so he had noticed her walk in.

“Yeah, im y/n” she replied softly, trying not to sound intimidating to the boy who already looked distraught as it was. With her reply, the black haired patient glanced up, making eye contact with the nurse, sending shivers down her spine. Although she definitely was not expecting a bright smile to form on her patients lips, watching as he jumped up from his spot and stood politely in front of her. “How are you feeling today Hyunjin?”

The black haired boy contemplated to himself before once again facing the nurse “Im fine at the moment, but that's only because my nurse is pretty and not an old hag like the others” his smile was small but he chuckled lowly. She really wasn't prepared for a flirtatious patient but it was better than one who wanted nothing more than to have her dead right then and there. Motioning him to sit on the bed which was close by, he did as he was told as y/n calmly sat in her spot, but then that's when the nerves began to kick in.

“Are you nervous? Don’t be, i'm in a good mood right now” he smiled once again, okay it will go fine y/n, just calm. Gripping the clipboard, y/n took the pen from her pocket and let out a deep sigh, time to begin her first ever assessment.

“Do you have any triggers that cause your sudden personality changes?” first question and it's already cutting straight to the point. The boy sat in front of her sighed and looked around, gathering his thoughts. “Not really, it just happens, but it can happen if i get too angry” noted.

“When did your other personality begin to affect your life?” that's when Hyunjin went silent, a sad look covering his face, which had previously had a bright smile adorned on it. He looked nervous, so without a single thought, y/n reached over and grabbed his shaking hand.

“When I saw my father beating my mother, that's when I first noticed it, i just got so angry that i couldn't think of anything else except seeing him dead. He inflicted pain on me after that day, until I couldn't handle it anymore”. His words began to get shaky as they escaped his trembling lips, but with a squeeze of his hand reassuring him that it was fine to keep talking, he proceeded to do just that. “I hit him with a glass bottle and ran, fuck i dont even know if he is even alive”. Abusive father, troubled childhood.

After a few more questions, hyunjin was done with his check up. The boy gazed at the nurse who had now moved from her seat and skimmed over the notes she had scribbled down as hyunjin opened up about his illness. “Thank you for today hyunjin, ill be back tomorrow” and with that, she exited the room, hyunjin’s eyes scanning her, if only he wasnt in this stupid hospital.

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Two weeks had passed by in the blink of an eye and y/n still had only witnessed hyunjin’s positive and bright personality. It wasn't as if she was complaining, the nurses told her that when his second personality came out, it was best to leave as soon as possible, although this was understandable from the stories that her patient had told her about throughout the course of their many sessions.

It was now time for her fourteenth session with hyunjin and as he had been a relatively well mannered and responsible patient, he was granted access to the outside world for six hours, of course whilst being supervised by his nurse, y/n. The nurses were dumbfounded when they found out that Hwang Hyunjin was doing so much better than he was a month previously, yet little did they know y/n was the reason for this. Hyunjin knew it was almost forbidden to feel this way towards a nurse, but he couldn't help the butterflies from fluttering in his stomach just by the thoughts of her.

“Hyunjin I have some news for you” hyunjin’s heart picked up its pace as soon as the girl’s voice filled his plain white room, although it certainly wasn't plain whenever she was there with him. “We’re leaving this place for a couple of hours” Hyunjin’s eyes grew wide, he was allowed out of this place? After being trapped in the mental hospital for almost three years, he could breathe fresh air.

So with this news, y/n handed him the pieces of clothing which were given to her by another nurse. I mean he couldn't just go out into the public eye in his patient uniform, it would certainly put unwanted attention onto him, and in most cases that really would not be good for him. Leaving the room, y/n waited patiently, undoubtedly she felt proud of herself for getting hyunjin to the point where he was trusted to leave the prison-like building and experience being a young adult for at least a couple of hours.

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Stepping out of y/n’s car, the pair set foot on the grounds of an amusement park which was only fifteen minutes away from the hospital. Hyunjin had never been to an amusement park, so with the view of rollercoasters and the sweet aroma of candy filling the air, butterflies filled his stomach as y/n grabbed ahold of his hand, causing a slight blush to form on the taller male’s cheeks.

“Is there anything you want to do here?” the nurse looked at Hyunjin, who’s eyes had not left her ever since they had entered the amusement park. Her eyes met his own pair, which immediately tore away from hers and looked around at the crowded park. Each ride had a long line of people of all ages and genders waiting to go on a spin on the short, adrenaline filled rides.

“As long as you’re by my side, I'll go on anything” y/n chuckled at his comment as they began to shuffle over to the rollercoaster which was a minute or two away from the entrance. “Why are you laughing?” he questioned, a large smile plastered onto his lips as he gazed at the girl beside him whose smile brought him the most happiness he had ever felt in all the years he had been alive.

“You’re cheesy” her smile never left her face as the pair conversed as if they were lifelong friends, and not nurse and patient.

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Three hours had passed by within a blink of an eye. Hyunjin and y/n strolled across the high streets, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the area as they had left the nearby bakery after purchasing a couple of pastries. Hyunjin never felt so happy ever, his other personality hadn't even made an appearance for a couple of days now and honestly, even he was surprised.

“Fuck” Hyunjin snapped his head towards y/n who was searching inside of her bag in frustration. A deep sigh left her lips as she turned towards Hyunjin who was watching in curiosity. “Can we quickly go to my apartment? I think I left one of my files on my desk” without any hesitation, the black haired boy nodded.

The way back to her apartment wasn't too long, as y/n lived relatively close to where they were previously. Entering her apartment, Hyunjin scanned the area, taking in every small detail of it. In his line of vision, he could make out a picture of y/n with who he assumed were her parents and siblings, or they could be friends, he couldn't assume.

“You can sit down” he came back to his senses after hearing the girls voice signalling for him to sit on the black couch which was placed in front of a television, which looked like it hadn't been turned on for weeks. He shifted his vision towards the nurse who was stuffing her files into her bag and moving to take a seat beside hyunjin.

Silence filled the room as the two sat, staring at anything but each other, although it was rather a comfortable silence and not uncomfortable in the slightest, well at least to Hyunjin. That was until y/n sighed softly, Hyunjin’s eyes landed on her face, his heartbeat picking up its pace just by staring at her features closely.

“Did they tell you?” her question made Hyunjin confused, tell him what? He shook his head lightly and the girl looked down, and he could swear he saw her lips turn into a frown. “They said I was done with you, im being moved to another patient, this is our last time together” she was still looking down, playing with her fingers nervously.

Hyunjin’s face dropped, he swore his heart had stopped beating as the cold sweat began to come again, god please not now. “N-no you can't leave me, not yet,” his voice was shaking, he didn't want to lose her. Y/n was the only source of happiness in his life, no other nurse could take her place.

“Hyunjin, are you okay? You’re shaking” all of a sudden, the boy leaped out of his seat and grabbed the girl by her throat. “Hyunjin!” the girl managed to scream as his tears got replaced by the look of anger, his eyes turned dark as he grabbed onto the vase placed on the coffee table. The happy go lucky Hyunjin was soon replaced by his biggest fear, the Hyunjin that killed not only his father but his whole teenage life.

The nurse’s hands tried to pry off the boys but it was no use, his strength was on a completely new level to hers. So this was his other personality, the one the other nurses had warned her off all of this time, and now she was experiencing it first hand.

“One side of me wants to love you but the other wants to see your blood spill from every inch of your body” he let out a sinister chuckle as he violently smashed a part of the vase against the table, shards scattering all over the room. “Look what you’ve done to me” he sighed as he placed the sharp tip of the glass vase against her neck. Her breathing began to quicken, panic.

“Thank you for letting me experience the feeling of being loved, now we can leave together” she screamed but it all turned silent as the sharp shard was pushed into her neck, killing her instantly. Although that was when Hyunjin quickly snapped out of it, what had he just done? His heart dropped as he grabbed the body of the girl he gained deep feelings for, he just killed her.

“Don't worry y/n, i'll join you now” his shaking hands grabbed another shard as he screamed out at the world before closing his eyes, taking his last breath. He was certain he would never go back to that place ever again. He wouldn’t be like that again.

[bleepblopbloop56]

The Murder in the Dressing Room

Chapter 7: liar liar

Warnings: blood, death, emotional and physical abuse, implied past domestic abuse

Also on ao3

Special thanks to @pathos-logical who still, despite everything shes done, wont be listed as a co-writer 🦀 (the writing was done months ago, and shes been doing EVERYTHING since)

The sound of Logan's phone ringing shook him out of the daze he'd been in for hours, sitting on Remy's couch, staring at the yellow walls, and trying to think about anything that wasn't Virgil. He considered ignoring it, letting it ring until the caller gave up and left him to sulk alone, but he decided to at least look at the contact. Maybe if they were important enough he'd think about calling them back later.

But when he saw Roman's contact, his earlier numbness was replaced with urgency like a lightning strike. He picked up before he could think twice. 

"Hello?" he rushed out, but even that was immediately cut off. At first all Logan could make out was near-hysterical rambling- but then the words sank in, and so did the horror.

"He did it- Logan, Dee killed them, it was him!" Roman was shaking so badly it was a challenge to keep the phone in his hands. "Dee, he- he sent me a picture of- of the two of us together, he didn't want me to leave him- Logan… I don't know what to do," he hiccupped, voice cracking on Logan's name. Logan's previous grief-induced apathy had fled as soon as he had heard the call, but now heart was pounding, a lump caught in his chest like he was going to either puke or scream. 

"Roman, where. Are. You." Logan had always been a serious type, but never like this. Despite how often his line of work put him in danger, the life-or-death part of it had never hit quite this close to home. If his entire world was flooding, Roman was the only one with a lifeboat. 

"God, I don't even know…" Roman muttered to himself, pausing to glance around him and even his breathing. "Some shitty Holiday Inn? I'm not too far from the police station."

Logan had jumped into action the second he heard Roman’s voice, frantically pulling on his shoes and throwing on one of Remy's jackets that was hanging by the door as he stormed out of the house. "Roman, I need you to meet me at the station." He heard Roman sniffle and whisper a soft agreement, followed by the sound of movement. "And Ro?" The shuffling stopped.

"I love you… and we're going to get through this, okay?" It was easier to lie to Roman than it was to lie to himself. And it was easier to tell Roman the truth about loving him than it was to pretend that he was over him. Things were just easier with Roman… Everything was easier with Roman. 

"I love you too," Roman whispered, but it came out choked and broken, like it was all he could do not to cry. "I never stopped loving you, I'm sorry I ever left, if I just stayed with you then none of this would've happened- god, this is all my fault- "

Logan hushed him, starting his car and pulling out of the driveway without looking. "Everything's going to be alright, okay?” Keeping his voice steady was a challenge, but he needed to be strong, if only for Roman.  “I'll see you soon." 

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Roman wouldn't make it to the station. Hell, he barely made it out of his hotel room before a hand pushed him in again. 

And even if he did, he wouldn't have wanted to. 

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Logan went straight to his office when he reached the station, not bothering to greet the few people mulling around. Remy had been promoted to head detective on the case after Logan had dropped out, and Logan knew he’d been working late nights since. He must’ve been in Logan's office for hours now.

"Remy, I have the answer!" Logan began, swinging open the door with the kind of energy more typically associated with his partner than him. Remy didn't react, facing the board Logan had set up for the case. In the back of Logan's mind, it registered as odd that his head was lolling forward instead of leaned back to look up at it.

But that wasn't what made Logan stop dead in his tracks. No, that would be the blood that was absolutely everywhere- splattered across the walls, pooling at Remy’s feet-

Remy. 

Logan rushed over to look at him, only sparing the briefest glance at the sunglasses on the floor. But suddenly he'd never missed their absence more keenly on Remy's face than the moment when he saw Remy slumped in Logan's chair, quintessential glasses replaced by an all-too familiar mask frowning up at him. 

Through blurring vision and rising nausea, Logan took in the rest of the scene. The board, now covered in red from more than just yarn. The cold air coming in through the open window. Remy's torn baseball tee, so drenched in dark blood that not a speck of the original white and black fabric remained visible. The coffee cup, contents long gone cold, that somehow lay untouched on his desk. The missing picture of him and Patton on the desk, creased down the middle and scribbled on. 

In red marker were two crudely drawn masks covering Logan's and Patton's faces.

Logan felt his whole world come crashing down. He had been holding on to Remy's stability through all of this, and now that was gone. Remy was gone…

Remy Murphy was dead. 

Remy Murphy was dead

Remy Murphy was dead. 

And Logan screamed.

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"Hello, Roman~" Ethan sing-songed. "Where do you think you're going?" He smiled, sweet as poisoned honey, walking forward and forcing Roman to back up until his legs hit the bed. Roman scrambled away from his touch until he was against the headrest, but Dee simply leaned over him. "How are you, baby? It's been far too long since we've chatted." 

"Dee," Roman choked out. "Please don't do this." He let out a violent sob when Dee grabbed his chin and pulled it forward, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Someone's been a little tattletale huh?" Dee smiled. It wasn't anything like his old smile. He'd used to smile like he owned the world. This smile said he was about to destroy it. 

"Gone off telling your little boyfriend about me, huh?" Roman shook his head, gasping and swallowing his sobs in an attempt to keep quiet. 

"LIAR!" Dee shouted, shoving Roman's head into the wall. Ignoring Roman's cry of pain, he continued, "Why is everyone such a dirty fucking liar?! Do you think I'm an idiot?" Roman was openly sobbing now. Dee's face softened, and he pulled Roman into a hug he was too afraid to pull away from.

"I'm sorry, baby, you know I didn't mean it" he cooed, petting Roman's hair right where his head had hit the wall. "Do you forgive me?" On instinct Roman nodded, hands balled into fists in the sheets.

Dee pulled back and kissed Roman's forehead, putting on a fake pout when Roman flinched away. "We're gonna go home now, alright? And we're not gonna run, or yell, or get upset, okay baby?" 

"Or what?" Roman dared to ask, but the question came out too breathless to have any real bite to it. "Or you'll kill me? Do it. End all of this, Dee. I give up. Kill me if you want, just stop this," he begged. "Kill me. And let them find me with that fucking mask on just like everyone else, but never fucking touch another one of my friends or family again." 

Dee stared at him for a moment, and Roman couldn't tell if he was confused or if he was contemplating if it would be worth it.

"Oh no no no, baby." Ethan ran his hands over Roman’s cheeks, gently wiping away his tears. "I love you, that's why I'm doing all this! I just want you to be with me." 

"Then what'll you do?" He clenched his fists tighter. He wanted to pretend it was to put on a show of bravery, but in reality he was trying to keep from shaking too hard, afraid Dee might notice and get angry. 

"Then I'll kill your little love bird! You're such a cheating whore sometimes, baby," Dee crooned, cradling Roman's tear-streaked face, "but you've had your fun now! And now we're going home!"

Roman tried to think back to the first time he met Dee, to remember if there were any signs to any of this when he had let himself get swept away by those initial promises and gifts. Nothing in his memory held any clues to how he would end up here, with three people dead and his soulmate's life on the cutting board. 

"Did you bring anything with you, sweetheart?" Dee’s soft hands petting over Roman’s face contradicted his eyes, alight with something more than poison behind them. Roman shook his head no- all he had on him was his wallet and phone. "Good boy. Now let's go. One hand on me at all times, alright baby?" 

Roman nodded, and held out his hand, trying to ignore the way Dee gripped down too hard, the opposite of Logan's gentle hands leading him to the car after the restaurant only a few days ago.

"One more thing." Dee stopped him as he was getting in the car. "Give me your phone. You don't deserve it anymore."

Roman’s breath seized. Dee had always let him have his phone. No matter the scolding and yelling about who he was talking to, the constant searches through Roman’s steadily dwindling messages, the deletion of social media and surrender of passwords, he was still allowed to have it. Part of him wanted to protest, to cling to his one link to the outside world- to Logan- but he was in no place to make demands.

With shaking fingers reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone, a cheap sparkling case barely protecting the shattered screen, the result of being chucked against the wall one too many times in one of Dee's fits of rage. Dee snatched it out of his hands and stuffed it in his pocket before starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot.

There were a million thoughts whirling through Roman's head as Dee drove them to wherever he had been hiding, but for some reason his mind kept circling back to his phone. So small, in the grand scheme of things, but he couldn't help but feel he'd given up more than just that when he'd handed it over.

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[fiftyshadesgrl]

Consumed part 4

Deans pov

I heard the door slam behind me, i looked back but she wasnt there. She wasnt watching me leave, she wasnt the least bit worried where i was going. I jumped in baby and took off, i spotted a liquor store around the corner. I quickly pulled in and grabbed two bottles of whiskey, paid for them and left. I drove for a few more minutes and the neon lights of a motel caught my eye. I got a room for the night and order some takeout. The delivery guy showed up twenty five minutes later.

I opened the whiskey, took about five big slugs of it the slammed it back down on the table. (Y/n)'s words haunted me as the replayed over and over in my mind. Her eyes were cold her voice flat. I really had no one to blame but myself for this.

I couldnt be angry with her about any of it, she was right it is my fault. Thats all that went through my mind. How i fucked everything up and now i think i have truly lost the one woman who loved me just as i was. The other women i cheated on her with knew me as a FBI agent, a marshal, a lawyer, a cop. They all knew the fake me, and (y/n) knew the real me. Dean 'the fuck up' winchester, yet she loved me.

I think thats what scared me, i didnt want to be dean winchester. I wanted to escape my life and be someone else, anyone else but who i really was. She could see down to my broken soul, everytime i made love to her she would somehow see a little farther down inside me. I couldnt pull another innocent person down with me, so i would go out at night and thought about fucking other women but all that would happen would be a heavy makeout session and that was it.

I never fucked any woman despite what (y/n) thinks, or sam for that matter. They suspected i slept with every woman i was with but the truth is (y/n) was the only onr i was having sex with. I couldnt tell her though because she would never believe me, not then and defintely not now. I brought the whiskey back up to my lips and drank a generous amount before stopping.

I had to make her see reason, but how could i? She was hell bent on not listening to anything i had to say, but i could see it in her eyes just a sliver of feelings that she once had for me was still there. She didnt want me to see it i know she didnt, but it was there. Thats what makes me hopeful that eventually she will come around and talk to me, but for tonight im getting drunk and passing out.

I woke up to bright sunlight in my face and a scratchy kind of fabric against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see i hadnt even made it to the bed, i was laying on this half ass carpet or whatever they want to call it beside the bed. The two empty bottles of whiskey lay on the floor beside me, the chinese takeout box was turned over on the table with food spilling out.

I groaned and pushed myself to a sitting position, my mouth felt like it was full of cotton and a really bad taste was on the back of my tongue. I stood up, made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After i brushed my teeth i jumped in the shower and changed into some new clothes. I glanced at the clock and it was one thirty, damn i must have really been out of it.

I grabbed my bag and keys and headed for baby. After i dropped the key off at the front desk i headed straight to (y/n)'s house. When her house came into my vision i saw an all to familiar car sitting right behind hers in her drive.

I parked at the same spot i had yesterday on the street across from her house. I walked up to her front door and raised my hand to knock, then i moved it down and turned the door knob. It was unlocked surprisingly, so i didnt bother with knocking or announcing i was there. I could hear their voices comig from the living room.

"We have to do something before this blows up in our face." She said to sam.

My rage boiled as i saw them sitting close together on the couch. Sams around rested on the couch behind (y/n).

"Before what blows up in our face?" I asked and smirked as they both turned around in surprise, like they got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"You just cant take a hint can you? Youre not wanted here." Her words stung, there could be only one explanation. Sam was replacing me.

I looked at sam, my eyes glaring holes into my brother. "So this is how it is. Im out and sam is in now." My jaw muscle clenched and my teeth grit together saying those words. I couldnt believe what i was saying.

Sam actually had the nerve to look confused. "What are you talking about dean?"

"You swooped in the moment im out of the picture. I always knew there was something between you two." I really never felt like there was something between them but now i was starting to wonder. I was surprised when she laughed, laughing at me or what i said i had no idea.

"Sam is here because i still like him. He never lied to me. He never hurt me, i trust sam."

Sam sighed and quickly added, "theres nothing between me and her. Im helping her with a case." I internally breathed a sigh of reliefe when sam laid all my fears to rest. Even though it would piss me off if they got together, i couldnt think of a better man for her.

I walked over to the recliner that was sitting across from the couch and plopped down in it. "In that case im all ears." I could see how much it annoyed (y/n) but i was getting one step closer because she didnt tell me to leave. Not yet at least.

"Just humor him for the moment. Im in no mood to argue." She waved her hand in my direction but kept her eyes on sam. He nodded but looked at me and smiled a little because he was thinking the same thing i was.

I listend closely as she described what the hunt was like last night and that vampires and werewolves were working together. "If vampires and werewolves can work together its untelling how many other monsters are." Sam said rubbing his hand over his face.

"I say we get some food then come back to it with a full stomach." I said standing and stretching. Sam nodded and surprinsgly so did (y/n).

"I'll go get the food." She said but before i could disagree sam did first.

"Nah we will go get it." Sam said standing and motioning me to come outside with him. I walked outside on the porch but stopped sam before he went down the steps.

"Here," i said handing him the keys to baby. "Take my car, ill stay here." I said smirking at sam but he looked uneasy.

"I dont think thats a good idea dean. Just because she didnt throw you out this time theres no need to push your luck."

I shrugged, "worth a shot. Dont hurry back." I winked at him, sam shook his head and turned to leave. I stood there on the porch for a few minutes collecting myself. I have to go about this differently i cant just demand anything from her.

If i want her to talk to me, i have to change my tactics. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I could hear the shower running down the hall and it took all of my strength not to go in there and rip that curtain open to make her mine.

I walked into the kitchen and helped myself to a beer then sat back down in the recliner. I take a long sip of beer hoping it will calm my nerves. I hear the shower turn on off a few minutes later, then the bathroom door open. 'Alright, game time.'

@an-unhealthy-obsession @vicmc624 @holylulusworld @tftumblin @justanotherwinchester

[larry-the-lobster]

sad christmas

i know christmas is long gone but still. warnings: honestly sad, also no capitilaztion.

i left in the summer, i decided to swing by. i don't know why. i walked on his street, i looked into his window. the last time i was here i placed a letter into his mailbox to finish off my goodbye. i looked into the window. he never changed the curtains.

then a car had to drive past. his dog, or our dog curly started barking. i helped jen get curly and i always took care of him, hell jen and i had a fake custody agreement. it was fun. ive missed curly.

when curly saw me, his tail started wagging, he scratched at the windows and curtain. he was excited. then i saw a glimpse of jensen. i don't know if he saw me or not.

i could feel my face get hot, my body froze and my heart stopped. my baby. jensen opened the door and curly ran out, jensen saw me. his bowlegs turned to me, he had pajama pants and slippers on.

his green eyes met mine, panic coursed through my veins. he started running to me. i began to run away. i didn't want to talk. i don't even know why i came here. i don't even know why i came here.

i could here his feet pounding on the ground as he ran as fast as he could to me, he was a fast runner but i had a skateboard.

curly didn't stop chasing me but jensen did. he looked at me with pleading eyes, he didn't want me to go but i had to. i still wasn't over him. i don't think i'll ever be. he's too beautiful to get over, he's too nice to get over, he's to unique to get over. he's too him to get over.

ive tried to replace him. ive dated around but when news with supernatural or anything comes up i just shut down.

when jensen stoped, he fell to his knees. he had tears. "please don't leave. ive been waiting for you to come back. i miss you. please don't leave again. i love you." i was behind a car, i wanted to come out. i wanted to.

"i love you too jensen. that's why i can't come back. im sorry." i was petting curly. i kissed curlys head and sent him back to jensen. "goodbye." i wanted to go up to him and kiss his forehead. it would be one hell of a sad way to leave. ive missed the way he smells and the way his forehead feels against my lips.

but i didn't. i skated my way to my car and got in.

"then why did you come back?! why didn't you just stay away?! this isn't fair! you don't get to change my life and then leave!! you had to come back for a reason. you had to have missed me too. please say you missed me. please." he was angry and sad. i stopped the car and got out. i walked to him again. i kissed his forehead and told him that i did. i told him that ive missed him, that i wish i never left, that i wishing kept it in. "then stay. you'll live with me. we'll cuddle on the couch, we'll have hot chocolate. we'll do whatever you want."

"jen save that for your family. you don't want me."

"but-"

i grabbed his face and kissed him. i kissed his tears and held him tight. "you don't want this. i know you dont." he looked at me, the way his eyes changed and the way his soul turned inside his pupils, he knew i was right. he knows he doesn't want me like that, he just wants me back.

the laughs, the playful hits, the stupid arguments and the movie nights. all of it. i wanted it too, honestly i did. but i wanted more, i wanted him to be mine forever. i could make him if i really wanted to but i cant bring myself to that. im not going to take away his happiness forever just so i can be happy.

then i left. i actually left.

i drove away and didn't pull over. my eyes got heavy but i didn't sleep, i just got coffee. i wasn't going to sleep. not until i was safe in my own house again.

"im so sorry jensen. im so so sorry baby," i whispered to the steering wheel and windshield. "i love you too jensen, ive always loved you."

[wizard-in-olympus]

1 - 102 and if you answer them all i'll do the same.. thats the deal

its a deal then

this is gonna be long

                                                         1. Think of the last person who said I love     you, do you think they meant it?                                    

it was mydad so, yeah                           

2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age     you are now?

        im 18, so obviously i would

3. When’s the last time you were aggravated     and happy at the same time?

when i left college, 5 months ago. i’ll be back next semester

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?

i’ve done it, what’s the big deal?

5. Is there someone mad because you’re     dating/talking to the person you are?

i dont think she knows and i dont think she’d even care

6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of     someone today? 

yeah andit was awful

 7. What exactly are you wearing right     now?

i’ve heard that line right there too many times, you sound like a 15 yearold trying to get nudes. anyways, im wearing blue pjs

8. How often do you listen to music?

on long rides, while studying, while doing chores, while reading, whilewasting my time on social media. so, most of the time i guess

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? 

jeans

10. Do you think your life will change     dramatically before 2015?                   

ok its 2017 already but im gonna change it to “...change dramaticallybefore 2018?″. not so much, it has changed a lot in a year already

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?

social

12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name     begins with the letter ‘A’?

yes, my guy best friend, we were both drunk, shit happens. it kind ofbrought us together as friends hahaha

13. What about ‘R’?

no

14. Can you drive a stick shift? 

thats the only type of vehicle i drive

15. Do you care if people talk badly about     you?

i’d like to say no but yeah, i do. it depends on what people tho

16. Are you going out of town soon?

probably tomorrow. i go “out of town” a lot

17. When was the last time you cried?

i dont remember. about two months ago i think

18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?

yeah.huge mistake

19. If you could change your eye color, would     you?

maybe i’d change my eyes from hazel to a deeper green

20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely     everything for?

i thinkso

21. Name something you dislike about the day     you’re having.

i haven’t finished the essay i was gonna present today, now i’ll have topresent it tomorrow                                                      

22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your     forehead?

i loveit, yesss

23. Are you dating the last person you talked     to?

no

24. What are you sitting on right now?

my couch

25. Does anyone regularly (other than family)     tell you they love you?

my bestfriend

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t     have?

i do

27. Who was the last person you talked to     before you went to bed last night?

mybrother

28. Do you get a lot of colds?

no, i get colds once a year, twice a year tops

  29. Where is the shirt you are wearing     from?

idk, idc

 30. Does anyone hate     you?

i thinkso. im sorry

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles     hidden somewhere in your room?

no, im asocial drinker

32. Do you like watching scary movies?

hate them

33. Do you want your tongue pierced?

hell no

34. If you had to delete one year of your life     completely, which would it be?

either 2014 or 2015. big parts of 2016 too... maybe a little bit of thisone but its been the best year i’ve ever lived since 2013.

35. Did you have a dream last night?

yeah, the seniors in my old high school were 10x better than last yearseniors -when i was a senior- and teachers loved them (teachers hated mygeneration) and they all graduated from IB and had their diplomas linned up inthe hall (i didnt graduated from IB or get the diploma and everyone hated me bci was the only student in my generation that failed and so no one could say“gen16 was a 100% IB generation! the first one in this high school!” bc of me)

36. When was the last time you told someone     you loved them?

a coupleof weeks ago

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

i hopenot

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

a couple of people, tiny andd small feelings but i now they do

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you     right now?

maybe wondering what happened to me, yeah. but probably no one is

40. Did you have a good day yesterday?

yes, areally good one

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a     relationship?

not a serious one but yeah

42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out     with a girl?

yeah, lots of girls. but im a girl and i like boys so who cares if ihang out with a girl

43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to     ever lose you?

yes and lots of times and they did lose me. i just couldn’t handle themany longer, my patience couldn’t take it anymore, it had been YEARS of dealingwith the same shit and enough was enough. but i couldn’t break theirheart so i just told them i had changed and left. that probably makes me anasshole but idc

44. What’s the best part about school?

meeting new people all the time, learning new amazing things and gettingto test them and the late night bar celebrations when we nailed a test

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

of course, why wouldn’t i?

46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in     school?

i used to do that in 7th grade, not anymore

47. Do you replay things that have happened in     your head?

yes i wish i could change so many things, so many situations in which idid the wrong thing

48. Were you single over the last summer?

oh yeah and i had never been so happy of being single

49. Is your life anything like it was two     years ago?

just a little bit but it has changed A LOT and im grateful for it

50. What are you supposed to be doing right     now?

finishingmy essay...

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a     conversation with?

im hating him rn but most of the time i love that guy. stupid guys

52. Are you nice to everyone?

most people. im not nice to one single person but im nice to the rest ofthe human population. fuck that bitch tho

53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t     expect to?

i’ve only liked people i didn’t expect to. except one guy probably.

54. Do you think you can last in a     relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

i’ve never cheated, i think i can last a lifetime without cheating.cheating is a horrible thing to do, i don’t wish it on anybody

 55. Are you good at hiding your     feelings?

i used to be very good, lately i suck at it but idc anymore, its ok

56. Do you think you like someone?

kind of

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts     with a ‘J’?

yes and i would do it again

58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or     boys?

girls are sketchy, boys are chill. i get along better with guys but theyare also clueless idiots so... some guys

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you     cry?

yes

60. Do you hate anyone?

no

61. How’s your heart?

confused but healthy and happy like it hasn’t been in years

62. Is there something that happened in your past     that you hate talking about?

plenty ofthings

63. Have you ever cried over a guy?

no and i dont plan on ever doing it

64. Who is probably talking a load of crap     about you right now?

the same boring bitches that always have, “”friends”“ and also their stupidparents that care too much about what i do with my life. fuck off

65. Are your toenails painted pink?

no

66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?

i really hope not, not again

67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry;     correct?

no, i hate sensitive, dramatic people. if he cries for a good reasonthen ok but i wouldn’t love it, i’d be sad for him too

68. Have your pants ever fallen down in     public?

no

69. Who was the last person you were on the     phone with?

my bestfriend from Peru

70. How do you look right now?

ok, butmessy

71. Do you have someone you can be your     complete self around?

plenty of people (family and friends), im an open book                 

72. Can you commit to one person?

yes, but it looks like however made this questions cant

73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex     you can tell everything to?

thought i did, turns out i dont

74. Have you ever felt replaced?

yes, a couple of times. always by friends tho

75. Did you wake up cranky?

not today, i had an amazing night of sleep

76. Are you a jealous person?

no

77. Are relationships ever worth it?

yes yes yes, SO WORTH IT. you just have to find the right person

78. Anyone you’re giving up on?

not rn

79. Currently wanting to see anyone?

more like craving to see him. fuck my life

80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

turn in this stupid essay i’ve mentioned twice already

81. Last person you cried in front of?

bestfriend

82. Is there someone you will never forget?

yeah

83. Do you think the person you have feelings     for is protective of you?

a littlebit

84. If the person you wish to be with were     with you, what would you be doing right now?

probably taking a walk and talking and staring at his beautiful smile

85. Are you over your past?

most of it. the latest “past” is still haunting me but im getting overit slowly

86. Have you ever liked one of your best     friends of the opposite sex?

not morethan physical attraction

87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING     to?

three tofour people

88. If your first true love knocked on your     door with apology and presents, would you accept?

if i had one i could answer this. i think i kind of did and i wouldn’taccept it

89. So, the last person you kissed just     happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

what do you want??, what is the matter with you??, what on earth are youdoing here?? FUCK OFF.

90. Have you ever liked someone who your     friends hated?

yes                                                 

91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?

no

92. Is there anyone you know with the name     Michael?

yeah

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?

i live in Costa Rica, im latina. guys here have names like “Jose, JuanPablo, Andres, Gerardo, Alonso”, not “Matthew, James”. so of course i haven’t

94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?

no and i lived the single life at its finest

95. Were you happy with the person you liked     in March?

no

96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you     texted attractive?

he’s a fucking model for fuck’s sakes, he’s a GOD. he’s so hot. why am ifriends with him?? itcomplicates everything

97. Who do you have texts from?

my best friends, my guy friends, my family group chat, my girl friendsgroup chats, my crush

98. If the person you like says they like     someone else, what would you say?

thats great, and do you think she likes you? hey good luck! *pretends idont have feelings and keeps on being a good friends*

99. Have you ever kissed someone older than     you?

the first person i ever kissed was a year older than me

100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?

ok in my tumblr icon im with my best friend, in my whatsapp, twitter andfacebook profile pictures im alone

101. Ever kissed under     fireworks?

no

  102. Has anybody ever given you     butterflies?

no

done!  that took me like an hour damn... sorry to the people who’s dashboard i interrupted with this post