#sarahbraeden

[benbraeden]

"Awwwwwwwwwwww! That's so cute!"

ben rubs at the sleepiness that clings to him, having just woken up from slumber before throwing on the first thing that he found before meeting with the others in the kitchen. his finger presses against the corner of his eye, desperate to wipe away the drowsiness, but suddenly like a shot of espresso, he catches a glimpse of @sarahbraeden in the corner of his eye and immediately, his spine stiffens.

he swallows thickly, tries to find some excuse to where he forgets something in his room, offers some semblance of a sheepish smile, before disappearing behind the curtains. instinctively, he drags a hand down along his features and curse inwardly for his brazen awkwardness; palpable that he can touch it. when sarah winds around the corner with her own chimes of how cute it was, he immediately groans. "stop," he nearly growls before grabbing some rag that was nearby to help out in her kitchen, busying himself and his hands so that he doesn't have to go back out there to face a girl that he can't help but think is beautiful.

[ofblackskies]

sarah braeden ( @sarahbraeden ) did not like but still gets a starter

"So, you're Sarah, huh?" Autumn shot the girl a playful smile as she leaned against the wall, looking her over. "Benny really shot high. Wow." The smirk that came over the hunter's lips was sassy and amused all at once, but there was something soft hidden behind it as well. Something almost loving when she said Benny. Because Autumn did love him. Just... not the way Sarah did. Ew. "You're stunning. You sure you're into him? Because I'm totally available." Lips twitching, she flipped her hair, obvious that she was joking. "Oh... I'm Otter, by the way. Autumn."

[lcngdays]

@sarahbraeden was given a description

"he's about yay high, probably wearing this truly awful beat up old coat. and his guns, oh, that moron almost certainly still has them strapped to his belt! long, dark hair, not as dark as mine of course, straight and not curly! and he has these eyes..."

Cuthbert sighs, almost dreamily.

"blue, naturally. of course he'd have the blue eyes that just melt the heart. he always wins, doesn't he?"

And Bert laughs. He's always laughing.

"truthfully, i don't have the slightest clue if he's anywhere around here, he's very slippery that one, like an eel." He brightens. "so! have you seen anyone matching my dear friend's description?"

[gunsmiths]

@sarahbraeden continued from here !

DARK   EYES   FLICK   UP   TO   BORE   INTO   THE   SOUL   OF ONE   DIRTY   BLONDE,   lip   twitching   to   show sharp   grin ,   one   that   𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨   𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩   𝙖𝙣𝙮   𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩   you   could   have   in   her   as   hunter   leans   back   against   cafe   chair,   throwing   arm   over   the   back   of   it   while   foot   kicks   out to   push   chair   out,   silently   telling   the   girl   to   sit   down   and   join   them   for   a   bit   to   have   a   conversation.   they   weren’t   surprised   .   .   okay,   maybe   a   little,   to   see   the   woman   in   front   of   them   —   𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙷   𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽   𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙽   in   the   flesh,   asking   for   their   help,   telling   them   they   had   a   job   ?   how   surprising   in   their   eyes   .   .

  it   wasn’t   often   that   people   came   to   ask   you   for   personal   jobs,   morana,   wasn’t   it   ?   you   were   jumping   out   of   your   seat,   𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜   𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝   𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩   just   to   hear   what   could   be   awaiting   you   —   were   you   gonna   be   paid   ?   or   was   this   free   ?   were   you   gonna   kill   someone   .   .   or   something   ?   or   was   this   woman   no   fun   at   all   ?   and   with   the   smirk   on   her   face,   you   couldn’t   help   but   mirror   it,   folding   your   𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔶   𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰   in   front   of   you,   itching   to   grab   onto   your   very   own   weapon   and   run   out   to   complete   the   task   you   were   given

  ❝   oh   ?   is   that   so   ?   pray   tell,   braeden   .   .   what   the   hell   do   you   need   so   bad   that   you   had   to   come   to   me   for   it   ?   ❞   fingers   tap   rhythmically   on   table,   hand   gasping   onto   coffee   mug   only   to   take   the   smallest   sip,   𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍   𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎   𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍   𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜   as   chuckle   falls   out   of   them, ❝   I   couldn’t   have   been   your   first   choice,   right   ?   but   if   I   was   .   .   that’s   so   cute,   you’re   desperate   for   someone   to   complete   this   little   job   and   I’m   the   only   competent   one   to   complete   it   well.   𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚   𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜   𝙢𝙮   𝙚𝙜𝙤,   𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩   ❞

[floripire]

me? all giddy because i see @benbraeden & @sarahbraeden on the dash again? super duper likely! even more so than you think! <3

[elenaesmoved]

what shape does your pain take?

sea.

you're drowning. a sea of emotions, responsibilities, people, things, everything. you just can't handle it all, you need to escape, but you can't. even talking to someone and being told it's okay, compliments, nice things people say, it all adds up to drown you further. guilt, for feeling this way when everyone's being nice and you're not enough. will you sink or swim?

tagged by: @killershe 🤍 tagging: @wiccanblud, @salvatoraes, @malka-lisitsa, @sarahbraeden, @agedrot, @sanguinelupus, @witchwrld, @cahroline, @guiltye ( dean ), @ripjulie, @ealiyah, @vulpeshe, @unbearablyindifferent and anyone else who'd like to!

[pohlepen]

♡ what form would your daemon take ? 

your daemon would take the form of a primate! those who have primate daemons are socially savvy and charismatic people who know how to get on people's good sides. they're often inspiring leaders, though just as often manipulators with strong intuition. they have a gift for understanding and are led by their insatiable curiosity.

tagged by: no one, stole it from my babe @malka-lisitsa​ 

tagging: @fuckedprophet​ / @localsalt​ / @e1igius​ / @sarahbraeden​ / @nightmarecountry​ / @wildscratch​ ( for my man derek! ) / @renkniighted​ / @celestieu​ / + YOU!!

[gunchamber]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 ?

𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙏𝙃

you  crave  being  known    &    held  .    you  just  want  the    WARMTH    &    PRESSURE    of  another  body  against  your  own  .  sometimes  ,    late  at  night  when  you're  alone  in  your  bed  ,    your  skin    ACHES  with  the  lack  of  touch  .    you've  tried  touching  yourself  ,    &    it  isn't  the  same  .    one  time  someone  gripped  your  shoulder    &    squeezed  it  in  passing  ,    &    you  thought  about  it  for  weeks  after    -    the  ghost  pressure  of  their  hand  lingering  .    don't  you  deserve  it  ?    consistent  physical  love    &    caring  ?    i  think  so,  i  think  you  do  .    but  i  also  have  to  ask    -    do  you    FEAR    it  even  as  you  want  ?    after  all  ,    if  you  get  it  then  it  might  also  be  taken  away  .    i  hope  that  if  you  fear  it  ,    you  push  through  past  that  fear  .    that  you  ask  for  the  touch  you  desire    &    deserve  .    i  hope  that  you  get  touched  with  love    &    kindness,  wrapped  up  in  warm  arms    &    rocked  from  side  to  side  until  the  tension    &    pain  falls  away  layer  by  layer    &    ONLY  YOU  ARE  LEFT  .

TAGGED BY : i stole it TAGGING : @sarahbraeden , @lilyspaintedred , @huntedxhunterxclaire , @ohlazrus , @stanfordprepped , @minimavampiress , @snnydcys , @multi-royalty , @carp3diems & you !!

[benbraeden]

he has noticed lately that @sarahbraeden has been checked out whenever he enters the room, the far away glances and the barely there smiles that she forces on her features. in the back of his mind, he always told himself that once everything settles; the storm of his mother coming back, the shapeshifter madness, the guilt of his burdens subsides; he can be there for her. but more time passes, nothing changes, and finally, he is sitting next to her in a run down motel miles from any lively town. "i'm..." he starts, his voice catches before he swallows thickly, gaze focusing the mismatched stains of the carpet below their boots. "how long have you felt this way?" he hates that he asks it, because in some sense of the word; he always knew. he knew when things started to shift in the air between them. when their lingering touches turned into barely there grazes.

[klaeusd]

what color is your aura?

mauve.

shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, bookmarks. your essence is mauve: you are enigmatic, a professional surface riddled with deep emotion. you indulge in teamwork only when you surface for air; you project a fractured image, just a glimpse of what others consider admirable. you are well-spoken and a cultivator of hobbies and projects. you are the aristocrat. you are the virtuoso. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of periwinkle, indigo, purple, and blue, who share your need for a guided purpose. you are also drawn to the determined wine and terracotta, who will help you grow and see there are others worth opening up to. however, you may struggle to get along with the aimless personalities of fire and chiffon who struggle with social savviness.

tagged by: @khenzi. tagging: @salvatoraes, @forbaes, @appleyed, @godclaws ( cece ), @savagevillain ( get ur butt back here ), @agedrot, @malka-lisitsa, @sarahbraeden, @desiredprince, @ripmaxine, @feralsmile, @l1sabraeden, @cahroline, @r4chelamber, and anyone else who wants to 🤍

[guiltye]

out of the blue, i had a vivid jj x sarah plot dream that i immediately told @sarahbraeden as soon as i woke up to force her to write with me about it <3

[benbraeden]

"be with me tonight." okay but, when they're sleeping in diff motel rooms 🤭

he stands at the heart of her threshold leading into her motel room, the aching familiarity that is found within the warmth of her orbit is enough to drawn him to her. like a moth to a flame. like a sailor to a shipwreck. ben's heart feels like it is fluttering rapidly in the cage of his ribs, and he is eerily aware that beneath all of his tough exterior, therein lies sarah cameron who has made a home out of him. her walls are rigid, war torn skin; and her hearth is his rambling heart that stutters within; but it all hers for the taking. greedily, selfishly, lovingly. however she wants. and the damning thing is: ben knows this.

ben knows of the pull that she has over him, even a year later. even when her skin is marred with his mirrored self, a shadow demon that lurks all too close to his back for his liking; but still, sarah found a way to open her heart up to him again. she understands him in ways that he doesn't understand himself; she's able to dissect him, pick him apart and find the missing pieces that he thought has rotted out of him long ago. there's something in the way that she looks at him know, with a knowing promise that lingers within the shared space between them; she is trying. plagued still by nightmares of her undoing, of hands that were once kind to her hips instead polluted to the knowledge that she understands the vice beneath his knuckles. even now, ben wants to hunt down the shapeshifter and kill him just for landing a single hand on sarah.

swallowing thickly, ben nods his chin as he keeps ahold of her gaze, reading everything unspoken between them just in the bed of her optics. he is drawn inside with the temptation of their connection, feeling the way that her fingers interlocks loosely with his own, and the street lamp that shines bright outside is soon hidden behind her motel door as the lock is flipped into place, signaling that it's now just them. sometimes, being near sarah, she has a way to make ben feels like they are the only two people in the world. that outside of their door, nothing waits for them; because everything that they need is within the arm's circle of each other.

[ofblackskies]

Otter clutched the fabric atop her chest, wincing in faux pain in response to the comment about how if only they had met sooner. "Got it. So what I'm hearing is that I should go back in time and meet you first." A small smirk came upon the girl's lips, and she laughed a little bit as she moved closer. "Well, when you realize you're way out of his league, give me a call." She added, teasing the other girl even as she offered up a hand. "Or if you get a hall pass." Autumn added, lips twitching as he looked Sarah over again. "You love him? You're gonna take care of him, right? He's kind of stupid sometimes and needs it. You know how we met? I broke up a fight in a bar and he was the dummy trying to go back in for round two. Dumb."

there was a bemused smile that lingered upon her features, her gaze firmly on the other before her. ah, she thinks: you've heard of me. and she can't help but feel a small sense of pride brim, turning said smile into one of cheerfulness; she had peaked sarah braeden's curiosity at least. "so you know my husband," she mused, her head ducking as tongue moistens her bottom lip, nothing but amusement in her tone. features raise once more and a brow quirks. "hmm, if only i met you a few years ago; you might've swept me out from under him," flirtatious nature meets the girl who has introduced herself as 'otter', unable to deny the cheeriness that was felt in the interaction. life had been so glum lately, always lingering with a stench of melancholy that sarah occasionally found herself desperate to mask. "otter's cuter."

[benbraeden]

there comes a breaking point for anyone in the face of great threat; an understanding and battleworn knowledge of what is to come. but as ben sets down their empty duffle bags onto the bed where @sarahbraeden is, he gives her a crooked smile that blossoms with the warmth of hope. for once, ben feels something good happening. "get packed. we're gettin' the hell outta here." for too long, ben has bit his tongue and let people roll over him under the guise that he feels he is deserving of such. but he knows that he would sooner take the brute of the pain before subjecting his wife to it any further. "not just for a trip; pack everything."

[benbraeden]

anyways i love @sarahbraeden with all of my literal heart, holly has been there for me through some of the toughest moments of my entire life and for that i will always cherish her and hold her up. she is genuinely one of the realest people i have ever met, extremely kind and loyal to the people she cares about, and loves hard, and for that i will never let her go.

[benbraeden]

"hey ben..." there's shuffling on the other side of the phone line, obvious that she is doing that thing she does whenever she is emotionally raw with her son, fidgeting with her hands. this time it's to clean the kitchen, ben notes, as he hears the sound of metal utensils and plate drop into the sink.

"i know that we had that fight tonight, and i wasn't going to call you on your field trip, i know that you are having fun with your friends and all, so i'll keep this short." his hand closes around the phone tightly, knuckles white, jaw taut, tears licking at his lower lash line. he doesn't want her to keep the voicemail short, he wants to listen to her voice over and over again.

"i love you so much, baby. you're my whole world. my everything, my son." tears mark uncharted paths along his cheeks as he hears the crack within her timbre, and he knows that the sound of kitchen cleaning has come to a pause as she gets further into the message. "let's start over tomorrow, yeah? when you get back from your field trip? we can go over to the ice cream shack that you used to love so much after your baseball games, and we can get minty chocolate chip mountain that we would split."

independent and private and selective ben braeden, heavily stripped from supernatural's canon and rewritten into an original character. the stories you see here are completely of my own creation, and not to be stolen. lisa has died by a shapeshifter that has been stalking ben, and still continues to stalk ben to this day as he navigates his guilt over his mother's death, the absence of a father, and blinding rage of lost justice. cared for by lilly, twenty6. heavily affiliated with @sarahbraeden.

"just.. i love you. and i will always love you. i want you to know that no matter what."