and made him the source

You see this face? This is the face of a flawless human being and an even more astounding best friend who 1000 percent understands what it means to hear the love of his best friend’s life cry and have her heartbreak because she didn’t get to say she loved him back. Scott McCall is an angel. He’s crying with her. His heart is breaking for Lydia because he KNOWS. He’s always known. He was there for every year that Stiles fell more and more in love with Lydia. He was there to hear how one sided the relationship used to be. He saw Stiles pine for Lydia. He saw Stiles save Lydia. He saw Stiles do anything–risk his life–for Lydia. He saw Stiles help Lydia become who she really is. He saw Stiles fall in love with Lydia. He saw Lydia fall in love with Stiles, and he hears her confess her love for Stiles before Stiles can hear it himself. Scott cries because she didn’t get to say it back. Scott cries because Stiles didn’t get to hear it. Scott McCall is my hero. gif source: @obriens

Can we stop everything for a minute and talk about Jared’s and Jensen’s acting? Sure we can.

There’s no such thing as a surprise when it comes to them being able to make me cry with a simple look and make me crack laughing with a simple move but anyways I still find their acting mesmerizing. 

Let’s start with Jensen, because he got me crying all over this scene. I couldn’t help it. (I cry a lot with SPN because of him)

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He made me feel every bit of desperation he was feeling. How you can’t remember something so simple, so yours, something that in any normal situation you could say it like you can sing your favorite song. But there’s any of that and he just makes you feel it, he doesn’t even has to say it, it’s there in his eyes; how lost he feels.

And all I have to say is: Jensen, you’re definitely one of the best actors I’ve seen and it’s amazingly beautiful the way in which you can get to people’s feelings with your expressions.

That said, now Jared. (I cry a lot with SPN because of this bitch, too

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I’ve been all emotional because of Sam in countless times, Jared gives such expression to Sam that you can’t help yourself.

I was as worried as Sam at this moment and even though I saw Dean’s words as a joke I was totally lost and trying to keep calm but no can do, this is Supernatural we’re talking about. Sam’s expressions here say so much, him shaking his head, him looking away, the little smile he makes, the sigh of relief, the way his eyes look watery. He was going to loose it if the counterspell didn’t work. It’s seen that he can’t lose Dean, not like that, not again. He goes with “not funny” but you gotta see it in his face, you gotta hear it in his voice. Is such a strong feeling kinda like he was making me feel it.

Jared, you’re freaking gold and you never fail to amaze me, you never fail to make me feel every single thing Sam feels. 

Honestly, I’ve gotta thank the world for having such great actors as Jared and Jensen to play the characters I love the most because clearly without them I wouldn’t have fallen in love with the Winchesters. Thanks for,  and to, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. 

Lance: Can’t this thING go any faster???

Keith: We could toss out some non-essential weight.

Lance: …how…daRE YOU!!!! My weight is very essential!! Do you know hoW HARD I WORKED-

- mod Levith

  • Harry: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Ginny, code name -- Been There, Done That.
  • Ginny: Oh god.
  • Harry: Draco is -- Currently Doing That.
  • Draco: *blushes red* Potter, you better shut up!
  • Harry: Ron is -- It Happened Once in a Dream.
  • Ron: Mate...
  • Harry: Hermione, code name -- If I Had To Pick a Gryffindor.
  • Hermione: Please stop.
  • Harry: Neville is -- Eagle Two.
  • Neville: Oh, thank god.
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Orangie Sungjong Aesthetic 

(Thanks to @soooldout for tagging me)

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to let you know that Chalo and Priya and Teddy and you all actually help my depression and anxiety. I have a legitimate prescription from my therapist to look at your blog more. I always get really excited when I see something you've posted.

I wasn’t prepared for this, and it’s touching my heart more than I know how to say.

Ch 125: The Blue Sect’s Age and New Questions?

In the latest chapter we’ve gotten some possible information on how long the sect might have already been operating which raises more questions.

We now know that the main sponsors of the cult were all suffering from renal failure and that they were all supposed to die sooner because of that illness. But since Bravat performed a blood dialysis on them their dates of death were delayed and they lived longer than they should have according to the original to-die list. 

Othello is showing Ciel the original time of death for one of the old guys which is March 27th, 1888.

So that means that Bravat must have started to replace the old guys’ blood before that date at the latest and therefore he must have been collecting blood for that purpose for at least one and a half years. The beginning of his activities must have started even earlier or at least around the time when when the story of the manga begins.

However, the popularity of the cult has only recently begun to get greater and the P4/S4 only joined the cult after they’ve been expelled from Weston, so after June in 1889 (more than one year after the latest possible beginning of Bravat’s work). The purpose of the Blue Cult is to attract visitors in order to get their blood. But if the cult has only recently gained attention, where has Bravat gotten the needed blood from before that?

Bravat even said to the sponsors that they’ve only ever gotten the leftovers. So it seems like his true purpose was to get blood for the Lords of the Stars all that time, meaning that the Lords must have existed already when Bravat started with the dialysis of the old guys’ blood (i.e. March, 1888 at the latest). 

So somehow Bravat must have had access to a blood source even before the cult was created or at least before the cult became popular. And something must have changed for him to make new plans on getting so many visitors to draw blood from. What could it be?

Possibility 1: He suddenly needed a lot more blood.

If he only had limited access to blood before and suddenly needed a lot more, this would explain why he changed plans. His old blood source might have not been enough anymore. However, it’s not clear why Bravat would suddenly need more blood. If the Lords have already existed before (which is likely as I’ve said above) why would their blood demand increase all of a sudden? Unless something in their ‘treatment’ (or whatever the reason why they’re needing blood in the first place is) changed. There are already many theories about the Lords being Bizarre Dolls and we know that Undertaker’s methods of creating them have improved lately. So maybe one of these improvements for getting the perfect Bizarre Dolls requires a lot more blood than before which could explain a sudden increase in the demand for blood and therefore Bravat’s plans on creating a cult where he can draw blood from the visitors.

Possibility 2: His old blood source didn’t work anymore.

If the amount of blood Bravat needs for his purposes has stayed the same something must have happened to his earlier blood source so that he couldn’t have access to it anymore. In that regard it would really be interesting to know what his old blood source was because it now seems like he needs quite a huge amount of blood and you don’t just get your hands on so much fresh blood easily.

Again, since it’s likely that Undertaker is involved in this sect there might be a connection to him. Maybe Bravat obtained the blood from Undertaker before the cult became popular. As a mortician UT might have had access to blood, his connections to hospitals or even the Aurora Society and maybe the Osiris Company might have been helpful for that purpose, as well. But after the Campania arc this might have become more difficult and after the Weston arc Undertaker even left England for some time to visit France and Germany. So Bravat might have been left in charge at that time and was forced to search for a different way to get the blood needed for the Lords.


So, in summary, the cult or at least Bravat’s treatment of the old guys and therefore the Lords’ presence must have existed for much longer than the public is aware of the cult’s existence. And since the amount of visitors only recently increased Bravat must have had a different blood source before. But something must have happened that made it necessary for him to gain another or a different blood source (i.e. the visitors) now. So that raises the questions:

  • Where did Bravat get the blood from before the cult became popular?
  • Why did he suddenly need a new blood source?
  • Could this be connected to Undertaker?…

anonymous asked:

Do you have trivia on Izaya?

I decided to do this just because. Got some help from Ruka and sloppily threw this together. WARNING FOR SPOILERS FROM NOVEL 13 AND BEYOND.

  • Izaya has called Kadota “Dotachin” since high school [source]
  • Izaya got ‘noticed’ in high school by Kine as someone who could work for awakusu (although he didn’t start really working for them until after).
  • In regards to the awakusu, Izaya is hired more as a third party by Shiki who believes in the power of information over brawn
  • According to Shinra, Izaya has a very brittle heart. Which is why he avoids getting it hurt by instead choosing to love ‘all of humanity’.
  • Mikado seems to be the only character from Durarara!! that Izaya regrets/wishes to get into contact with again after the events of Durarara 13. [source]
  • Izaya is younger than Shinra but older than Shizuo and Kadota [source]
  • Izaya explains in volume three that the girls who follow him were abused by either their families or their lovers. (Girls such as Saki)
  • When asked if there was meaning behind Izaya’s rings and jacket Narita joked that ‘there may be meaning! or none at all! I haven’t decided yet!’ [source]
  • It’s been said time and time again but Narita has specifically said that although Izaya loves all humans equally, in terms of sexual desire he is ‘normal’. Translators think this was Narita’s nice way of saying he is heterosexual. [source]
  • In Izaya’s novel it is implied that Izaya refuses to seek rehabilitation for his broken body because it is his way of accepting the fact that he ‘lost against Shizuo. In contrast Shizuo doesn’t think either of them won or lost because both of them lived. [source]
  • In Izaya’s novel, the boy pushes Izaya in his wheelchair while Izaya drinks Barley tea out of a wine glass. [source]
  • In volume 13 Izaya was prepared to die to prove what a monster Shizuo  is. 
  • At the end of Durarara and into Izaya’s novel it is implied that he has become traumatized by his fight with Shizuo [source]
  • Izaya pays Namie 260k a year [source]
  • Izaya is ‘repelled’ from Aoba due to their similarities [source]
  • When he met Aoba Izaya was pretending to be his cram school tutor [source]
  • When asked if Izaya has any love experience, Narita said that was a spoiler which fans believe was a reference to mikage. [source]
  • Orihara isn’t an uncommon surname. Narita chose it to stress Izaya’s ordinary origins. [source]
  • Izaya, however, is a very unusual name. While it was meant to be related the prophet Isiah there is a lot more complications to it. I’d suggest reading up on it here
  • In volume 6 Izaya was stabbed on his birthday [source]
  • Izaya hates dead fish eyes [source]
  • Izaya likes any food that can tell him about the personality of the person who made it [source]
  • He dislikes compressed/canned/junk food [source]
  • Narita has said that Izaya loves food and eats out often. [source]
  • In elementary school Izaya was a straight A honor roll student [volume 9 iirc]
  • His family members are: his grandparents Orihara Torakichi and Natsu, his parents Orihara Shirou and Kyouko, and the twins. [source]
  • His parents worked for a trading company and were overseas frequently and for long periods of time. It is noted that his parents work wasn’t a factor in the formation of who Izaya is, but that lack of contact with them might have helped in that formation. [source]
  • Izaya is the reason why the twins turned out like they are [volume 9]
  • Izaya’s record is spotless save for a corrective guidance due to ‘stabbing Shinra’ in middle school. Corrective guidance being not juvenile delinquency but something more like a ‘plan’ to prevent it from happening again [source]
  • Izaya’s cover for his information brokering is that he is a Financial planner [source, also Durarara SH]
  • While most information brokers get information from the source (night club workers, etc) Izaya has done better by instead using other information brokers as his sources/network. [source]
  • Izaya gets alot of his information from Shinichi Tsukumoya.
  • Shishizaki-senpai was the only person who could catch Izaya.
  • He was viewed as a loner in elementary school. But whenever people realized he was left out they’d often fight over him. [source]
  • Izaya initially thought ‘Shizu-chan’ was a girl. He later adopted that nickname and used it when he met Shizuo. [source]
  • When he is using a fake name Izaya always claims he is 21.  [source]
  • On Izaya’s anime driver’s license it says he wears glasses. I don’t know how much I believe this though since the name on the license was ‘Nakura’.
  • Izaya fears death more than anyone and reveres heaven more than anyone. But he’d rather spend eternity in hell rather than to become ‘nothing’ [volume 2? or 3 iirc]
  • Izaya doesn’t deny his involvement in causing the ruin of other people. He acknowledges that he pushes people knowing what they will do but chooses to do so in order to see if they will exceed his expectations. [Volume 3 and later to Akabayashi]
  • Izaya weighs himself after every daily shower [volume 9]
  • Both Shiki and Namie refer to Izaya as ‘Loki’ at different points

I know some people claim that Izaya’s favorite fruit? Is a red apple? I have never seen a source for this (and trust me, I’ve looked) so yeah I don’t believe that whatsoever. (Not gonna say it is bs but unless someone shows me a source it doesn’t sound reliable). But I think that is pretty much all I have/can think of from the top of my head in regards to Izaya. Read volume 9 for more!! (No seriously, if you’re an izaya fan you need to read volume 9 if you haven’t already)

(i was writing a headcanon for a request @cattymai (I believe) about scaredy cat MC that likes horror movies but those scare them, but I clicked somewhere and tumblr just. flat out deleted the request?? so if you requested that, sorry! I’ll be putting the hc here, sorry the ask itself isn’t present Q-Q)

Yoosung

  • lil yoosung here us also, a scaredy cat
  • he knows horror movies won’t let him sleep at all
  • but when his friends tease him about it he tries to act though and watch them
  • which ends up with him calling MC mid-movie so they can join in because this is too scary
  • which then causes him and MC to cuddle up in fear on the end of the couch with half-covered eyes and shaking
  • when the movie is over, Yoosung and MC are shaking and super afraid
  • going back home everyone looks super suspicious and MC is sure someone is following them
  •  (spoilers: nobody was following them)
  • Yoosung is equally as tense. he makes sure the door is locked three times and digs into his drawers to find an old nightlight
  • the night is spent sat in bed, eyes peeled open and screaming when one of them hears a creak or the wind howling
  • Yoosung promises to never watch a horror movie again, but MC knows that’s probably not going to be accomplished- not when MC just downloaded a new horror movie into their phone for tomorrow

Jaehee

  • she tries to take a more logical approach to the situation
  • she doesn’t get it. if MC is sacred easily why are they watching horror movies at eleven pm?
  • she always tries to disuade MC, but they always insist they’ll be fine don’t worry 
  • MC was Wrong
  • the movie ends, and Jaehee is already in bed reading a book, when MC rushes in and slams the door closed, then zooms into the covers and bundles up
  • ???
  • MC is dead scared. hugging her.
  • Jaehee usually sleeps with very little lights (usually only a small nightlight for MC or something), but agrees to leave her bedside lamp on for MC’s curent fears
  • MC doesn’t sleep and Jaehee can tell
  • she has a bit of trouble sleeping too because MC randomly tenses up and yelps through the night when they hear a noise
  • she’s really got to convince MC to stop watching those movies, somehow…

Zen

  • he doesn’t mean to be a meanie but…. scared MC is so cute…
  • when they moved in with him, he made sure to have a small source of light because they’d mentioned they were a bit…. wary of the dark
  • so when he sits down to watch a horror movie, he tells MC they don’t need to stay
  • they can go sleep, it’s late anyways, he doesn’t want to force the to watch it
  • but MC laughs it off and stays
  • … regret
  • Zen can’t help but find it adorable how MC screeches and then clings to him for dear life every time the movie jumpscares them
  • it’s…. so…. cute….
  • of course he promises MC that he’ll protect them!!
  • he decides to leave the lights on all night so MC has an easier time
  • he sleeps hugging MC. even if MC can’t sleep he’ll make sure they feel protected at least

Jumin

  • as with Jaehee, he can’t fathom a reason why 
  •  why MC would watch movies that would leave them unable to sleep
  • he walks in on MC watching a Japanese horror movie on the large screen, huddled in blankets, and shaking
  • he turns of the TV
    • “Hey! I was watching that, Jumin!”
  • he raises an eyebrow because MC’s voice is trembling from the movie and also their hand is shaking as they point to him
    • “It’s not good to put your body through unnecessary stress, MC.”
  • MC then says they didn’t mean to do anything bad to themselves
  • it’s just
  • horror movies are so fun?
  • Jumin shrugs
    • “The horror movie industry has found a way to get money from people who wish to feel more excitement in their lives, getting them hooked on the feeling of helplessness and,”
  • he starts talking about that and MC realizes he’ll be talking for a long time
  • still, he does reassure MC
  • nothing can harm them in the penthouse
  • seriously, an assassin wouldn’t even make it past the front door in the first floor, don’t sweat it

707

  • both him and MC are watching a scary movie
  • MC is, of course, horrified by the end
  • Seven knows it’d be mean but…..
  • ….. he can’t resist teasing MC.
  • he adds in to the movie’s story with one of his weird, totally not made up stories
  • MC is Not Ok. this is creepy
  • in the end he does apologise and tells MC about all the special effects in the movie and how unlikely everything is
  • … monsters in movies are less scary when he shows a picture of the 3D model before it was properly shaded and textured
  • also, nothing could get past him! he’s defender of justice 707! 
  • since he knows very well MC is not going to sleep without nightmares, he offers a marathon of MC’s favourite (preferably non-horror) series to pass the night

Little Hak and Hak! I just can’t 😍😭 👬


Looking for the person who made this because I want to thank him/her for keeping me alive 😊

Source[visit ~Serenity~ on pinterest]

…just your random Hak fangirl with overflowing love for this over-sized (squirrel) and unexceptionally gorgeous monster 🤓

There were wrinkles around Anders eyes. Laugh lines he called them, evidence of every time he laughed and how happy Fenris made him.

In the darken room where the only source of light was the moon shining through, Fenris carefully threaded his hand through Anders hair. It was still soft, still silken as the first time he carded his fingers through the golden locks, but most of the gold had turned silver.

Fenris hand drifted, began to explore the face that was as almost familiar as his own. He traced the deep lines around the mage’s eyes, his mouth…Fenris smiled as he ran a finger down the bridge of Anders nose. At least this part of him didn’t change.

“Fen…ris..?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Fenris gathered the other male in his arms, shushing him back to sleep. He kept an arm around the Anders waist, while the other cradled his head against his chest.

Sudden, inexplicable tears welled in his eyes. Anders, his precious Anders was little more than skins and bones. Tall as he might be, the years haven’t been kind. He felt frail and weak in Fenris arms, and he couldn’t help but wonder how many years they had left together. The Calling never came- he thanked whatever deity for that small grace every day- but old age and sickness will claim Anders nevertheless.

And Fenris…He hadn’t aged a single day. The Veil was torn and the elves regained the immortality. What was immortality without happiness? Even magic managed to ruin his wish to grow old and die with his beloved. While Anders slowly wasted away, Fenris grew stronger as the Fade bled more into the physical world. He won’t have it. If Anders should not wake up one day. If the Maker or some other God took him away from him, Fenris vowed he’d follow.

Anders thin arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. “Hush,” he whispered, knowing exactly what it was that woke Fenris. “I’m here, Fenris. I’m here.”

A/n: took my mom to the dentist for her dental implant. Wrote this on my phone while I was waiting for her. Idk, but I seem to write this theme or at least play around with it a lot haha.

The Devil's Tears

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Summary: Sam will do anything to save the life of his best friend—Y/N Y/L/N. If that meant surrendering his life to the Devil, then he’ll jump at the opportunity.

Warnings: angst, minimal fluff

Words: 1990

A/N: based on the song The Devil’s Tears by Angus & Julia Stone bc this song is my favourite and I love it and I love them.

I’m on my phone, so I apologise that everything is all messed up. Ugh. But here’s something I wrote so damn quickly because I felt super guilty for not writing anything. 

Originally posted by lucifers-property


If there were one thing in the world that made Sam Winchester surrender to anything, despite all the given circumstances—it would have been you. It was no surprise that you had become the younger Winchester’s weakness and you were the only source that made him want to continue to live despite all the bullshit he had been through.

You were Sam’s entire life and he was never going to let anyone or anything harm you. He’d put himself through continuous torture if it meant keeping you out of harm’s way. Sam Winchester wasn’t going to watch you die ever.

So, when the day that your supposed demise was just around the corner, Sam jumped in and saved the day. He hadn’t sold his soul to prevent your death, nor had he gone to a witch in need of magic to save your life. He surrendered his life to the Archangel himself to spare the life of your own.

He couldn’t watch as Lucifer used all the power he could muster to destroy every last ounce of life left in you. He felt helpless as Lucifer had him pressed against the wall against his own will. He felt as if his ears were bleeding from the constant sound of your agonising screams.

There was blood and Sam knew that if you had lost anymore, you’d be taken away from him for good. You were his best friend, the woman he fell in love with after Jess. You had given him hope that he would be happy again—despite losing his fiancé. You granted him happiness and from the moment he met you, he vowed to never let that happiness disappear.

“I’ll give you my consent,” Sam’s voice was hoarse as he shouted at the Devil to stop harming you. He only wished it would work.

And it did. Your screams had stopped, but your sobs continued to echo the room. The force that held Sam and Dean against the wall was taken away and the two Winchester’s were back on their feet again. This was what Lucifer had wanted—for Sam Winchester to surrender his body to him. He was the Devil’s vessel after all.

“Wise choice,” the Archangel grinned before stepping over your weakened body and over to the tall brunette man.

“Don’t do this, Sammy,” Dean warned his younger brother, but it was useless. There was no point in trying to back out now; Lucifer had already been given consent to take over Sam’s body.

“I want a minute to say my goodbyes,” Sam stood tall and with confidence. You wanted to scream at him with all that you had, but there wasn’t enough energy you could muster to even whisper for him to stop.

Dean was immediately by your side, cursing under his breath for the Angel in the trench-coat to get his ass up here and heal your fatal wounds. Sam felt a spark of jealously when Dean touched you, wishing nothing more than to push him away and take you into his arms.

“Either your saying your goodbyes because you believe that you’re going to be able to push the both of us into the cage,” Lucifer pursed his lips as he took a step closer to Sam, “Or, and this is more likely, it’s because you know you won’t have any control whatsoever over your body and you will never get to see your brother and your poor soon-to-be lifeless girlfriend ever again.”

Sam felt flutters in his stomach at the sound of you being called his girlfriend, but he managed to push them aside and focus on the important issue at hand.

“It’s definitely not the latter,” Sam sneered at him and flickered his gaze over to you. You were watching him as you laid limply in Dean’s arms, the twinkle in your eye managing to sparkle more brightly when your gazes met.

The Devil rolled his eyes and clicked his fingers, disappearing into thin air and leaving the three of you to dwell in the silence. Sam didn’t waste time as he rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms gently whilst Dean walked over to window and opened it, yelling at the two men down below—Bobby and Castiel.

“You’re fucking stupid,” you choked out as you looked up at the hazel eyed man that you loved with your entire heart and soul, “So fucking stupid—I wish I could punch you right now.”

Sam chuckled and brushed your hair back so he could see the same Y/E/C eyes that he got lost in when he first met you. He knew too well that if you weren’t injured, he’d be the one getting injured and it’ll be caused by you.

“I couldn’t let you die,” he whispered as his eyes roamed over your body and felt his heart shatter at the numerous wounds you had.

“You know that it’s always been my dream to die by the hands of the Devil,” you tried to amuse him, but Sam only frowned and shook his head, “Plus, if I do end up dying tonight, at least I got to see your pretty face one last time before Satan destroys it.”

You weren’t meant to die by any supernatural creature—you were meant to die by a natural cause. You were meant to die at an old age.

“Stop making jokes, Y/N,” Sam sighed, “You won’t die and I won’t let you. Dean won’t let you. I can’t have you dying on me.”

You smiled and lifted your hand to caress his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing across the soft skin.

“Why did you surrender yourself to him?”

“Because I couldn’t bare the thought of losing you,” Sam croaked, “I’d do anything in my wits to save your life and if that means allowing Lucifer to control my body than so be it. I’d taste the Devil’s tears and drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you.”

“We sound like Romeo and Juliet,” you chuckled but winced soon after from the pain that was caused, “Will you ever be my Romeo?”

“I’m probably about to die, so, I might as well be your Romeo. You know, I’d give up my last breath if it meant that you could continue to breathe because in my heart there’s a picture of a girl and it’s you,” he whispered, “If I’m ever going to die, I want to die knowing that I saved you—knowing that you got the chance to live to your full potential life.”

By this point, you were choking on the tears you shed rather than the blood you had coughed up. If this is what dying felt like, then you’d rather it be quick. But right now, Sam was telling you all that he felt and what’d he do to save you, and you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t enjoyed it one tiny bit.

“I love you, Sam,” you cried out, knowing that this was your last chance to lay out your emotions for him to see, “Not in the best friend way, either. I mean, you are my best friend and you’ll always be my best friend, but for a long time, I’ve loved you more than I should and considering I’m at the point in life where I could either die or lose you for good, I’m just going to blurt out my feelings.”

Sam stared at you with his mouth agape and it almost made you want to tell him to close it before the flies got it in, but you dismissed it and decided to continue to tell him how you felt.

“Y/N—”

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, heck, don’t say anything back. I just wanted you to know before either one of us goes away for good. I will always love you, no matter what. I’d risk my life to save your own, but your stubborn ass won’t let me.”

You were about to say more, but Sam Winchester interrupted you by placing his gentle lips on your own. Quickly, you pulled away and cringed, he just kissed you with a shitload of your blood still on your lips.

He chuckled and wiped the blood away with his thumb before kissing you again. This time, you didn’t pull away. You used all the energy you had left to lift your hand to his hair and your your fingers through it. All those dreams of you doing so, and you were finally doing it. You weren’t left disappointed when you felt that his hair was indeed very soft.

“I love you, too, Y/N,” he smiled against your lips, “In a more than just a best friend kind of way.”

The two of you pulled away when someone had started to clap and immediately, you knew who it was. This was it; you were about to lose the love of your life after just confessing your love for each other. What a cliché ending to your boring love life.

“That was entertaining,” Lucifer stated, “But I’m afraid that your minute is up.”

Sam sucked in a breath and kissed you one last time before gently letting you ago as he stood tall in front of the Devil. He’d do anything to save you and if it meant giving his body up for Satan, then so be it.

“Now, are you sure you want this?” The Devil asked for reassurance, “Because if you win, we’ll both be stuck in the cage. If I win—well then, I win.”

Dean’s attention was now back on his younger brother and he begged for him to not do it. But Sam tuned his voice out and gave one last glance to the love of his life before telling the Devil, “Yes.”

Within a split second, a bright light lit up the dark room and both you and Dean shielded your eyes from it. Once it was over, you couldn’t help but sob as you noticed Sam laying on the floor. You wanted to reach over and take hold of him, but you knew better. You knew that he was no longer Sam Winchester.

“Dean, the rings,” you choked out, your gaze remaining on the man you loved.

Immediately, Dean threw the Horsemen’s rings at the wall and chanted the spell that opened the doors to the cage. Sam begun to stir and without hesitation, Dean ran over to him and helped him up.

“Sammy?”

You wanted to cry out and tell Dean that it wasn’t Sam. It wasn’t your best friend. It wasn’t his brother. You knew Sam like the back of your hand and wouldn’t allow Dean or you anywhere near him when the Devil is possessing his body.

“I can feel him,” Sam gasped out as he begun to stagger towards the opening in the wall. But you knew it was all a trick. Dean was just too stubborn to see what you saw.

But before either of you could blink, Sam chanted a spell and the wall closed up. You watched Dean’s face fall apart and you wanted to cradle him in your lap and look after him. But right now, you wanted to die. You needed to die. Sam was gone for good and as his replacement, the Devil stood tall. You couldn’t bare to see the man you loved as someone as sinister as the archangel himself.

“Sammy’s long gone,” Lucifer sickly grinned as he turned to face the two of you, “I win.”

And just like that, your life fell apart. Sam had thought he was saving you from losing every ounce of life you had left, when in reality, losing him was worse than death itself. You lost apart of yourself when you lost him.

The idea of death was more inviting than a life without Sam Winchester.

A Date With Death

[WARNING: Instance of animal death, mild gore.]

Phillip Toomey could see a man just in the peripheral of his vision. This man was tall and wore a finely tailored suit, the kind you see wealthy businessmen wear because they’re the only ones that can afford such a luxury.

The man stood out in this part of the city where those with money didn’t dare to venture, especially at night; for fear that they might get robbed whether that be by pickpocketing or a mugging at gunpoint.

Knowing this, Phillip couldn’t help but think maybe he was FBI but that’d be ridiculous, the FBI knew how to blend in and then there was this man, so out in the open and not even trying to go unnoticed. Though it seemed as if no one was sparing even a moment’s glance at him and Phillip thought it strange.

With a shake of his head, Phillip grabbed a newspaper off the stand, threw a one onto the counter, and made his way to the nearby coffee shop to grab some breakfast and a latte as he always did before going about the rest of his day.

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Not because I love you, just because I care (Part 5 of 7)

Her visa was up. He offered to help. That’s what friends are for -right?


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Leaving work early midweek was a luxury for Killian. Usually he found himself chained to his desk until at least 6pm, especially now that he had begun his new job and was getting up to speed with everything at Mills Media. As it was, this Thursday he had made it to the small block that housed his flat just after 5pm, with grand plans for a takeaway and an evening of trash tv.

Which was all fine and well until he actually reached his front door and saw his brother standing outside, a duffel bag at his feet.

“Liam?”

The other man turned, his face lighting up as he saw Killian. “I was just leaving you a note to say I’d be at the pub!” he grinned, tucking the notepad in his hand back in his jacket pocket.

“But… you’re here? Why? I thought you didn’t get leave for another three months?”

His brother shrugged, “I was needed ashore for a meeting and I managed to wrangle in a few days of leave into the bargain.” He took a step closer. “And I have a bone to pick with you.”

“You do?”

“What’s this bollocks about you getting married?”

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