#was gonna do maria&mary too but im so tired

[lucky-draws]

silent hill sillies

[rumours-spiral]

for five more minutes

part 3- can barely stand on my feet

note: again, feedback is welcomed! i struggled with the pacing on this one (as i’m sure is obvious) but im still pretty new with writing so i tried my best. im pretty excited to write part 4, so expect it in a couple days. and please know that im not super happy with writing about lucy and toby like this, but there shouldnt be to much of them from now on <3

word count: around 1,700

 warnings: none (there is a very tiny hint to a panic attack however)

Apparently, coming back to life (although having been technically asleep for five-hundred years prior) tired one out. It was something that Toby and Lucy had relearned, having somehow forgotten it from the nightmare that was taking care of the ladies-in-waiting.

 Most of the time they were in the flat was spent with them in the rooms that their respective queens slept in (Katherine, Lucy, and Parr, Toby). They were always there when their queen woke up, ready to give food and water and to answer questions they deemed the queen was prepared enough to hear the answers to. They seemed to be having opposite problems in the question regard, actually- Catherine spent every waking moment asking frightening queries, and Katherine hardly spoke.

Lucy was alright with Howard not speaking. She and Toby had both done plenty of research on the wives anyway, and had done even more when it turned out that they would be caring for them. So she understood why Howard wasn’t leaping at the chance to speak, and, rather, why she didn’t particularly want any answers. She would talk softly to Katherine- only for a few moments a day, not wanting to overwhelm but not wanting her to feel lonely. Other than that, their time would be spent reading their respective media, Lucy pretending that she didn’t see the frightening band of scar tissue around the bed-ridden girl’s throat and Katherine pretending she didn’t wish she had never woken back up.

In fact, Katherine had perhaps uttered four sentences in all to Lucy. A question regarding the bathroom, a stuttered request for a book, and (most recently) a mumbled “thank you” for nothing in particular. Lucy knew what it meant, and she had replied with only a smile.

The fourth wasn’t really a sentence so much as it was an excited gasp when Lucy played music (ironically, Greensleeves) for her through her phone. It was the first and only time she had seen her smile. Katherine didn’t recognise the song and- if she did- didn’t comment on it, too excited to hear music again and to see how easily it could be listened to now.

And Toby found himself answering Catherine Parr’s question of “where is my daughter?” three days after it was first asked. He saw her growing more frustrated and upset with him for constantly dodging it as her fever subsided. He deemed her fully recovered on the day he gave her the answer.

He would never forget the way her face had contorted when he told her that Mary hadn’t been brought back to life. How her head slumped when he said they knew nothing of her daughter’s life, how they only knew the family who had looked after her. Shaking hands had covered her tears as she breathed a request for him to leave the room, and tears had welled in his own eyes at the sobs he could hear over the living room’s television.

It had been a week in all since the day their eyes had opened. Lucy and Toby had been keeping in close contact with the ladies in waiting. The woman’s head was bowed to read a message from Maria when Toby spoke from the other side of the couch.

“I think that they should meet each other.”

Lucy looked up, raising an eyebrow at him. He said nothing and raised his own eyebrow mockingly, making Lucy snort and return her eyes back to her phone. She typed out a quick reply to Maria and returned to Toby’s statement with a pensive look.

“Actually… yeah, I think they should,”

Both of his brows lifted halfway to his hairline, this time not a joke, as he checked his friend’s face for sincerity. He had expected some resistance.

“I’m not joking. Maria’s taking Aragon back to her flat; she said she’s ready to meet a few of them. Two other ladies say their queens are ready. Might as well introduce these two to each other, too.” She waved her phone at the mention of Maria.

Toby chewed on that for a minute.

“Is Howard able to walk?”

“Yeah. Her pain is pretty much gone, now. It’s just a matter of convincing her to leave the room.”

They ultimately decided on discussing this meeting with the two queens, texting each other the verdict and (if everyone agreed) bringing them to the kitchen table. They parted for their rooms.

Admittedly, Lucy felt nervous at speaking with Howard about this. She had mentioned briefly that Parr lived under the same roof, but Katherine never showed any particular emotion in response to this except for surprise. Not happiness, not relief- just surprise. She reflected on this as she approached the door, knocking before entering. She peeked her head inside to check Katherine was okay. She had walked in on the girl crying and shaking many times, and learned that it was best to just leave her alone.

But she was instead sitting up, a book in her lap with its place kept by a hand, reading forgone in favour of looking at Lucy. She entered the room and pulled an office chair to a few feet away from Katherine’s bed before sitting in it. Katherine didn’t flinch away when she sat this close anymore, and Lucy allowed herself a private smile at the progress.

Katherine looked at her, intrigued, clearly sensing the woman’s nerves.

“You know that Catherine Parr is in this flat as well as you, yes?”

A nod.

“Toby and I thought that you two should meet today. Would you be alright with that?”

A pause.

Katherine’s brow furrowed as she considered this. Parr had done her no harm. She had only met her on the few occasions she had visited her and Henry’s court, and seemed kind enough. She had had nothing to do with her downfall. Perhaps it would be nice to meet her again.

Katherine nodded, and Lucy let out a relieved breath.

“Good. Would you be alright with walking with me to the kitchen?”

Katherine’s eyes widened at the prospect of leaving the room. She had to remind herself that this wasn’t a palace or a manor house- the kitchens would be a very short distance from the sleeping apartments. Fear flared in her chest anyway, at something she couldn’t place, but she nodded, not wanting to displease Lucy. She was awarded with a big smile as the woman pulled out her phone.

Toby received Lucy’s text of confirmation just as he watched Catherine finish the last of the water he’d brought her.

“Are you up for meeting Katherine Howard?”

Parr choked on her drink at the bluntness of it, but got over her tiny coughing fit quickly. She gave Toby a sceptical look as she thought over everything she knew of Katherine, and when they had met. They probably spent a total of five minutes directly interacting (most of it just pleasantries), but they got along well enough. She shrugged, asking,

“When?”

“Now,” he said, looking back at the text. “Katherine’s okay with it. We were gonna take you two to the kitchen table and let you talk.”

Well- it wasn’t like she had anything else to do. Parr nodded, agreeing to all of it, and watched Toby type on his phone for a moment. She would have to ask to use one of them one day.

He helped her to stand as he talked, her muscles stiff and achy from little use.

“Don’t be loud, or try to touch her,” he recalled Lucy’s telling of how Katherine had trembled when their hands accidentally touched with a wince. Catherine gave an acknowledging hum.

“Don’t talk about Henry, or anything to do with her death. In fact, don’t talk about men.” Catherine gave another hum, this time sounding the tiniest bit amused.

“I understand that one.” She muttered as they walked out of the door, her hand holding onto Toby’s offered arm for support. She had been in the kitchen a couple times before. After learning of what became of her daughter, Toby had brought her to watch (and even help) make dinner and other meals as a distraction. Apparently, Katherine hadn’t, as she looked about the small room in awe.

Toby cleared his throat softly to signal their arrival and the light in Katherine’s face disappeared immediately as her head snapped to look at them. He pulled out a chair for Catherine and helped her sit, careful to stay away from Howard as he walked across the room. He and Lucy left, the latter giving Katherine a quiet goodbye. The door shut.

The two queens sat in silence for quite a while, just looking at each other. Parr wasn’t sure why she was so surprised to see how different the woman across from her looked- she knew they all came back in different bodies.

She supposed she was missing most the energy the queen used to exude. She had always been so happy at the balls, laughing and conversing with the guests easily. They never met outside of those lavish parties. Katherine was analysing her similarly, although she couldn’t decipher a single thought or emotion from the woman.

What also shocked her was the scar Katherine had. It made her chest ache for her, more than anything- she had been so young. It wrapped all the way around her neck, and looked fresh, a dark pink-purple that shined inappropriately under the kitchen lights. Parr found it strange that they had returned with remnants of their deaths (Katherine with her scar, Parr with her fever) despite their returns being in different bodies. That observation felt inappropriate, also.

“This is odd,” Parr said flatly. Katherine had flinched slightly at the sudden voice, but gave her her attention once she recovered. A questioning tilt of her head was her only response, so Parr continued, quick to clarify she wasn’t speaking of their deaths.

“To- to see you, like this, I mean. Without the jewels or dresses.”

“Odd, but comforting.” Katherine said softly. They both understood what she meant- after a week of confusion and newness, it was nice to talk to someone somewhat familiar. And it was especially nice to be without the weight of those jewels and dresses. Parr gave her an even softer smile, and that light flickered in Katherine’s eyes again.

“Yes,” she mused. “Odd, but comforting.”

[wctkins]

ok yall ive never made a sideblog before so this may go rough but ! u kno what 2019 is about us facing our fears ok. in other news this is my new Child callia ( um hi i’m cali ty’s mun if u didnt know ) . i was gonna write out a whole gr8 intro but honestly got lazy lmfao whats new ?? under the cut is the usual, wanted plots and stats and whateva ok xoxo

BASICS !

name:  callia ( beautiful voice ) bianca ( after her mother ) donatella ( after donatella versace ) watkins ( welsh surname ) nicknames: calli, cal age: twenty three birthday: november 3 1995  zodiac: scorpio hometown: melbourne, australia occupation:  head engineer at a green tech company  hobbies: working out, partying, watching jeopardy, drawing, reading, trying new foods, going for walks in central park family: emil watkins ( iron ore mining magnate ) , bianca watkins ( socialite )  style inspo: kendall jenner, elsa hosk, rachel green, 90′s drew barrymore, bella hadid muse inspo: donna pinciotti, monica geller, tai frasier, mylene cruz, fallon carrington ( career wise )

HISTORY !

ok so if yall haven’t seen the show yummy mummies on netflix gd thats my new addiction / guilty pleasure o shit that show’s hilarious. callia’s family is fully based on carlos and maria ( maria’s this random selfish bitch who’s obsESSED w versace and herself like go watch fr ) so callia grew up wearing only designer, mostly versace and burberry clothing. she didnt rly care when she was a small child but as she started growing up she started like ?? getting shit on by her other for being a regular child & wanting to play when her mom just wanted her to be decor essentially

had a pretty lonely childhood tbh spent most her time with her terror of a mother bc she wasn’t rly allowed to go hang out w other kids & was never involved in school activities. like essentially she only went to whatever prissy academy so her mom could show off her new car or her daughter’s outfits & brag to other moms lmfao

tbh didn’t give a shit about the brands and labels despite their house being covered in head to toe versace everythING she was more interested in sports and actuaL hobbies ?? so she wanted to play sports but wasn’t allowed bc goD FORBID she get a bruise or smth on her perfect skin. so she just started working out on her own in their home gym and found it was a rly good escape from her fam

another method of escape her mother’s grip was by delving into her studies. she was always top of her class and worked so dang hard ( but like also could afford the best tutors and education lmfao) so sis basically could get accepted wherever she wanted to go for post secondary

eventually she was able to convince her parents to let her study abroad for a year in nyc going to stay w her cousin #jessegrove where she was ! finally ! able to escape the clutches of her awful mother and her pushover disconnected father. she told her mother she was going to use the year as research for a career in modeling or fashion or smth bc she knew it’d cater to her moms interests but rly she just needed to get tf out of melbourne and live a normal life

she’s lived in nyc ever since ( since she was 18 - she’s 23 now ) and wanted nothing to do with the expensive brand names she’d grown to despise. so she found herself a condo ( def spent millions on it bc god forbid bianca watkins’ daughter living in anything under 5mil) but didn’t want it to be anything crazy bc she was so over that lifestyle so its def luxurious but very basic and minimal compared to what she grew up with

got into columbia’s earth and environmental engineering program bc she figured she ought to do something good with her smarts and her parent’s money so she went to school to get a degree & got a sweet job at a green tech company where she basically gets to do whatever tf she wants bc she’s the head engineer & makes fat stacks 

PERSONALITY !

during the week goOD luck convincing cal to leave the office like she basically lives there but she loves it ??? or shes at home doing facemasks and binging on reality tv like weekday vs weekend shes a completely diff person

weekends like......u better watch out. having grown up so isolated and sheltered callia has come to LOVE the nyc nightlife scene like she will get blackout one night and be ready to get drunk at brunch the next. shes not usually the life of the party moreso bc she enjoys just being a shit disturber and finds it fun lmfao

experiences maJOR fomo

she rly tries to be nice to everyone stemming from a deep need to have friends and be liked lmfao and is overall v approachable and friendly

can come across as fake tho bc she tries to be so nice she won’t disagree w people unelss they’re waY off from her own ideas

is v politically engaged & cares alot abt the environment so she’s vegan, walks most places, will 10/10 give a ted talk if anyone asks more deeply abt her job

honestly she wears mostly like simple clothing. like she just buys what she likes, whether its at h&m or at prada she has a distaste for exclusively brand wardrobes. def mostly walks around in high top converse and levi’s jeans 

WANTED PLOTS !

roommates ! the apartment linked above has 4 bedrooms so i’d loVE for 3 lil old roomates :’) 

hook ups / fwbs ! all that pent up stress has to come out somewhere lmfao shes tryna get laid at every turn so imma need a bunch of hook up plots ok no specific gender ( unlimited )

best friend ! the mary kate to her ashley, this person understands her inside and out & tbh knows her better than she knows herself. def knows about her crazy mother & can put up w the rants ( open )

friends from college ! they prob have wild stories abt college parties & have seen one anohter at their worst. preferably someone who went to columbia also ( open )

mutual dislike ! they think callia’s annoying and preachy, she thinks they’re rude and devil’s spawn bc they’re not as passionate abt environmental issues ( open )

exes ( she ghosted on them ) ! pls ok pls i need many !!!! cal’s so willing to adapt her personality to fit w whoever she’s with so she prob would be rly lovey dovey and make it seem like they were perfect for each other and meant to be but she low key lied abt everything, her family, her background, her feelings for them, etc. she prob thought they were ok but wasn’t rly into them besides for sex. so eventually she just got so invested in her work she ghosted on them ! i imagine them dating for a while too like maybe a year & they never met her family or rly got to know her bc she was hella guarded ( open ! )

exes ( on good terms ) ! they dated when she was new to nyc - she was like oooh an american they were like ooh an australian & tbh their sex life was gr8 but they didn’t rly have much going except for that so they called it off. they’re still friends & sometimes laugh abt the relationship ( open ! )

current fling ! they’re hanging out , might be moving towards exclusivity but aren’t there yet, its casual ( open ! ) 

sibling like relationship ! she never had siblings so she always felt like that aspect was missing from her life. she prob treats them like a sibling, asking if they’ve eaten and keeping up to date on their life. she cares alot & has good intentions but can sometimes be seen as over protective and pushy ( open ! )

ok yall im tired of writing this shit props to yall who do like literal essays, bullet points are even too much for me. LIKE THIS n ill slide into yo dms ok thanks for coming to my ted talk

[the-winter-spider]

All In Your Head - Part Four

A/N: I hate building up story lines, i just want to skip ahead to all the angst and the draaaamaaaaaaa. tbh I'm not that happy with this part :/

Pairings: Sam x Dean x Reader!Sister

Word Count: 1,800

Masterlist

Flashbacks are in italics

PS i tried to tag some people and it wouldn’t let me??? Some body help a girl out???? whys that???

“It was a few years ago, i was stuck in the cage again. And after what happened last time, y/n, she took my spot with him” Sam started to sob “In there”

“Oh Sammy, I'm sorry you have that weight on your shoulders”

Sam lifted his head up “W-what?”

“I'm sorry, she put you through that”

His brows furrowed “She didn’t put me through anything, she saved me”

“Well, im sorry thats the only way you see that situation” Standing up, Mary made her way towards the door

“Where are you going?”

“Clearly i'm not welcomed here, I just keep butting heads with you and Dean. You guys aren’t my little boys anymore”

“You keep butting heads with us because you have a problem with y/n, you know nothing about what we’ve gone through all these years, of course we're not your little boys anymore, but we're still your kids”

“She’s not my kid”

++

“y/n, y/n, y/n” 

Your eyes remained shut you couldn’t see anything but you could feel everything.

“I'm going to bring you back”

His voice was getting louder, and what scared you was it wasn’t Sam or Dean’s voice.

“You know you were my favourite toy, but shhh don’t tell your brothers they might get jealous”

Everything felt scattered, your thoughts were moving a mile a minute.

“Open your eyes y/n, you’re home”

Shaking your head, you brought your knees to your chest, baking up further in the corner.

“Oh, y/n when will you realise, you will be back. Just your choice if you want to be brought back in one piece or in pieces”

++

You felt like you were on fire, but you couldn’t scream. You body was aching, but you felt yourself relax when you couldn’t hear his voice anymore instead you could hear Dean’s.

“y/n”

You peeled your eyes open, moving your head to look over at Dean “Dee”

His eyes shot open they were bloodshot, and puffy. You couldn’t help but feeling guilty again for what you were putting them through, you were nothing but trouble for them.

“He has me” You sobbed out

“Oh sweetheart, you're safe, i won't let anything happen to you, I promise.”

Pushing yourself up you had no idea what came over you, you wanted out of this room scared that at any second the walls would start caving in and you would be sucked back down there with Lucifer “You can’t keep protecting me Dean”

Dean grabbed your arm trying to push you back down as lightly as he could, his voice soft “Hey you need to lay down and get some rest”

Your body was throbbing in pain, but you pushed through it, lifting your legs you swung them over the edge “I can’t Dean” You were exhausted, but you needed to do research, you need to figure out if this could be prevented or if this was your destiny because if it was then you weren’t going to put your brothers through a fight that wasn’t worth fighting.

++

You were in seated in the back seat of the impala, in your usual spot. You eyes couldn’t help but keep glances towards Dean. His jaw clenched, he was trying to keep a hard exterior on, but you could see it in his eyes, the pain. His knuckles going white from gripping the steering wheel to hard.

“There’s a motel just off this turn” Sam pointed to the left, breaking the silence. His voice small, trying not to say the wrong thing and push Dean over the edge. Dean grunted, nodding before making a sharp turn last minute causing you to bash your head against the window.

Sam’s head whipped around as Dean pulled into a parking spot “Are you okay!?”

Lifting your hand to your head, you could feel blood “Yeah, Sammy i'm okay” You gave him a small smile.

Dean was already out of the car, slamming his door shut you winced at the loud sound, “Come on, ill check your head out in the room”

You nodded in response, truth was your head hurt like a bitch, you didn’t tell the boys how hard you really hit your head back at the warehouse trying to save Ben. Has Sam got out, you stayed a few seconds longer trying to compose yourself “You’re not going to cry” You mumbled before stepping out, just in time to see Dean coming back from the office with the room key.

“One room, two doubles. You're on the couch” Dean stated, gesturing to you. Nodding you grabbed your bags from the trunk.

Making your way into the room, Sam already had the first aid kit out. “Come” he turned to you, patting the small counter, you slid on. Wincing as Sam moved your hair out of the cut. Your eyes moved to glance at Dean a blank stare on his face. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through, after what happened tonight you weren’t sure just how long he was going to hold this with him, he would try to brush it off in a few days but he would take it out on a hunt being reckless, or he would drink himself into a coma.

You never had anyone but the boys, while at some point or another they had separate, normal lives without you, you could feel a burning in the pit of your stomach even just trying to imagine what it felt like having the memories of the only woman you ever loved erased.

Your train of thought was gone has you felt a burning pain in your head “Ow! What the hell Sammy”

“Sorry” He mumbled “This cuts really deep, did you hit your head early?”

You nodded, “why didn’t you say anything? You could have a concussion!” He scolded you.

“Because i'm fine Sam, just drop it” Sighing he nodded his head “Fine but don’t get mad at me if i  watch you like a hawk”

Rolling your eyes, you jumped down “Yes Mom”

He let out a small laugh, making his way to the washroom. Leaving Dean and you in a awkward silence. Biting your nails, a habit you encountered over the years. Sighing you're made your way to the edge of the bed, sitting beside Dean. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing ever coming out, you didn’t know what to say.

“Y/n”

Your lifted your head so fast, the throbbing pain in it coming back but you pushed through it when you seen the tears streaming down Dean’s face ‘Yes Dee?”

“Promise you won’t ever leave me? I don’t think i could handle it if you left to”

“I promise”

++

“Please y/n, do this for me” You could see the pain in his pleading eyes, you knew how much Dean loved you. But you were doing this for them,

“Dean” You breathed out “I can’t just stay here all day”

He sighed “I know, but Cas said you needed rest”

“Dean, I can’t”

“Why not? Please y/n don’t be stubborn like me, I know you’re tired, i'm tired just from looking at you, you looked like crap” He let out a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood.

You gave him a small smile “It’s not that Dee…”

His face laced with concern “Then what is it?”

“I'm scared Dean” You sobbed out, bringing your hands to cover your face. You could feel the weight on your bed shift, Dean took your hands aways from you face as gentle as he could scared at any second you would crumble into dust in his hands.

“Look at me y/n/n” His voice soft making eye contact with him, he continued “You have nothing to be afraid of. Sammy and I, hell even Cass, we have your back, as long as you're with one of us, i promise with everything in me, you’re going to be okay.”

“You can’t protect me from this, he..”

Cutting you off “Like hell i can’t”

“Dean, you can’t. Whenever I close my eyes he's gonna be there, and i’ll back in the cage”

His eyes softened “Will figure it out, Okay?”

“Okay”

“Now, ill let you leave your room under one condition”

You giggled, “Dean im 30, im not a baby anymore”

He scoffed “As long as i'm alive, you might as well be a baby”

“Yeah, yeah. So whats this condition?”

++

Finally making your way towards the library, You promised Dean that you would eat whatever Sam ate, so that meant no more bacon, no more burgers, no more burgers with bacon on it. Dean had his arm wrapped around you, helping you towards the library, he insisted on giving you a piggy back, but your arms hurt too much to hold onto him, so this was the alternative. Making your way around the corner, stopping at the blood stain on the floor, you shuttered, bring your arms to hug yourself.

Dean noticed your change in mood, your exterior stiffening, “Y/n?” He questioned, but his eyes followed yours, tightening his grip on you, he rubbed his thumb in circles on your upper arm, pulling you close to his side.

The library coming into view, your face lighting up when you seen Sam, his back turned towards you, Mary’s eyes shifted from looking at Sam, towards Dean and you. Sam turned around when he noticed her eyes were no longer on him.

Making his way towards you, he pulled you into one of his famous hugs “I'm glad you’re okay y/n”

“As long as I have you two by my side, I'll always be okay”

Dean gave you a little shove “That's the spirit”

Mary walked towards you three, her eyes never landing on you, “Sam? I need your answer”

You could see Sam’s change in composure, Dean noticed it to. Becoming wary, you could feel the air get heavy, your heart started to speed up.

“Whats going on?” Dean pushed, looking between his Mother and little brother.

“I asked him to chose”

“Chose what?”

He gave you the same look he gave you when he left you when Dean was in hell, and in purgatory. “Sammy?” You questioned, but you already knew what she meant, a tear falling down your cheek.

“I’m sorry y/n” Sam spoke, his voice just below a whisper

You look towards Dean answering his question “to chose between me and her”

Dean’s face harden, his jaw clenched, his fist balling up before he brought it up, putting all his weight into it as it collided with his little brothers face.

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