# running solutions

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How Grunkle Stan confronts his problems

Wizard Problems...ink

Pureblood friend: runs out of ink "gaah don’t you  just hate it when you’re in the middle of your essay and your ink runs out!“

Pureblood friend: "yes! it annoys the shit out of me! especially when you accidentally knock it over and spill everything!”

Muggleborn friend: clicks pen “oh yeah….thats gotta be frustrating for sure.”

PART ONE ; PLEASE ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS TO THE BEST OF YOUR ABILITY

A. Given the Universe {HONEST, THOUGHTFUL, CAUTIOUS, BRAVE, HOLY} create a Venn Diagram for the sets of things you are and the things you aren’t.
(Note: it is possible to only have one set.)

B. Determine the truth value of the following: IF YOU ARE A LIAR, THEN YOU ARE NOT A HERO.  IF YOU ARE LIVING WITH A FALSE IDENTITY, THEN YOU ARE A LIAR.  LIARS ARE MONSTERS.  YOU HAVE LOST COUNT OF HOW MANY NAMES YOU’VE HAD.  THEREFORE, YOU ARE A MONSTER.
(Note: there is nothing wrong with being a monster, if you hold no value in all the other lives you’re destroying.)

C. Please write whether the given is true or false: IF THE GROUND BENEATH YOUR FEET IS BURNING, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO STRUCK THE MATCH.
(Note: Why the hell would you—)

D. Short answer: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS THINK RUNNING IS THE SOLUTION?
(Note: Make sure to take into consideration the fact that you are breaking them you are breaking them you are)

E. Multiple choice: WHO ARE YOU?
a. Does it matter if I’m dying anyway?
b. Someone even the monsters are wary of
c. A liar.
d. Someone I hate.
e. I don’t know anymore.
(Note: You may circle more than one if it applies.)

F. Fill in the blank: I AM AFRAID OF ___________.
(Note: “Myself” is a perfectly valid answer.)

G. For extra credit: WHY?
(Note: This is, of course, in reference to all the pain you’re going to cause them by lying.  By leaving.  Especially him.)

—  THE MARTYR // es

## After All This Time - Pt. 1

Characters: Teacher!Jensen x Teacher!Reader (AU)

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word Count: 3.3.k

Summary: Set in 2013, the reader stops running away from her past and heads back home to Texas after living in Nashville for seventeen years. It wasn’t what she had imagined, not without him. She realizes that ship has long since sailed, but Texas seems to have a few tricks up her sleeves that puts the reader right in the path of her High School Sweetheart that she left behind all those years ago, Jensen Ackles. Is it time for the reader to stop running and face her past?

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic THIRTEEN. The line requested was, “You can’t outrun your past” It was requested by @captainemwinchester . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I’m thinking this is going to be a series. I need to outline it. I could REALLY get into this, but if I’m going to make it a series, I want to FINISH it for once. So for now, no promises, but I know there could be two or three parts at the VERY least. You guys up for that?!

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some thoughts on sanders sides that i haven’t personally expressed yet:

while @incorrectprinxietyquotes is the expert on anx, something i don’t think that’s been mentioned before is how much of a devil’s advocate he plays. even when his “side” isn’t inherently bad, he helps thomas see things in a different and new perspective, and while it’s usually negative, it is necessary to find the extremes of a situation before running through possible solutions. in a way, he can be more objective than logan.

speaking of logan, even when he’s being as neutral as possible, you have to admit that when he gets emotionally charged, he’s contradicting his entire existence. if thomas needs him to be as forward and calm as possible, that’s what he does, but the other sides easily provoke him. learning the phrase ‘princey is stupid’ in spanish is certainly not something i’d consider an objective statement, that is totally logan’s opinion (which is hilarious). in short, he’s petty and easily threatened, which makes sense honestly because logic can only get you so far in decision making or other aspects of life.

patton remains the most consistent, cracking puns and spewing forth admirations as thomas’s ‘dad’ character stems from. but what makes him the moral side? morality is all about values, what one considers to be the right thing to do, stuff about y’know, the lesser of two evils etc. patton has done that to some extent, but not a lot. personally, i think patton would be expected to act the most rational out of the bunch, because morals are supposed to be something you don’t compromise.

that leaves roman. maybe because of his…supporting role (he probably wept as i typed this), he hasn’t had much in the way of drastic changes. when he cracked under pressure to create new content, that was completely understandable, but not something out of the ordinary. these are human emotions, after all, and nobody’s perfect (again, more tears from him). what he acts as in most situations is a balancer, to even out the stakes, make it 2 against 2 instead of 2 against 1. he is anxiety’s counter, which makes him likely to be on opposing sides most of the time.

overall, each of these vlogs reveal bits and pieces of these underlying traits that are juicy and interesting to watch. we get to see logan be a petty anime protagonist, who wants everyone to think he’s right all the time. hopefully we get to see patton stop cracking jokes and ask thoughtful, even existential questions that logan won’t be able to answer sometimes. roman can’t be cheery and confident, then sad, i want to see him just being ok with life, y’know, calm and serene. and anxiety, man, i wanna see him say things that the others can’t dispute, not even for a second, because sometimes, things suck and that’s that. sometimes the best solution is to just stay in bed and let it all pass.

either way, i hope these thoughts made sense and maybe @thatsthat24 or @welcome-to-the-joangle (since they write the sketches) see these and tell me what they think. that would be cool beans.

Growing Love -5- Suga

## Growing Love - Suga -

Parts: Masterlist |01| |02| 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 |

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word count; 2.839

Synopsis: Marrying someone you didn’t know was something you never thought you’d do but as you didn’t want to defy your parents you decided to do it and when you met Min Yoongi you felt you made the right decision as you both agreed that love needed to grow.

The next day Yoongi was really busy for some reason. He got up before you and when you walked into the living room he was on the phone and he didn’t sound happy. You decided not to disturb him and walked out to take a swim. You don’t know how long you were in the water because you were floating on an air bed but you do know that when you woke up, Yoongi still was nowhere to be seen. You were happy that you had put on some sunscreen otherwise you would’ve gotten a serious sunburn. You jumped off the airbed and got out of the swimming pool. “Oppa? Where are you?” you called but there was no response so you quickly walked in but there was no Yoongi. You checked everywhere but he really wasn’t inside.

“Where the hell did he go?” you mumbled as you dressed yourself. You decided to wait for him but after two hours of waiting, you got sick and tired of it as the sun was already setting. You tried calling him but he never once picked up the phone, you did worry but as you didn’t know where to look, you thought it was for the best to do just what you wanted. You left him a text to tell him that you went out for dinner. It was the first time you walked in Hawaii without Yoongi and it was a bit different because now you could take your time as fans didn’t recognize you and as you were walking you ended up at a place with a lot of restaurants and you just picked a random one as you were never a picky eater.

“Excuse me, are you alone?” you looked up and stared at a handsome guy. “At this moment I am.” you smiled politely and that’s when he sat down. “Do you mind if I join you then?”

“I do mind.”

“It’s just dinner, nothing more.”

“Still, I’m just alone right now but when I go back home, my husband will be waiting.”

“Sure he is but still I don’t want you to eat alone.” you sighed because you really didn’t want to have a discussion, you were hungry and you just wanted to eat. “Whatever.” you were giving in and even though you had a bad feeling about this, you still ignored it and ate your food. “Why are you alone, if you have a husband?”

“It’s none of your business,” you mumbled whilst chewing on your food. “Ah is there already trouble in paradise?”

“If you’re going to ask personal questions, then you should leave.”

“I was just curious.”

“Well, again it’s none of your business.”

“But isn’t a bit pitiful to sit here in Hawaii, all alone on your honeymoon?” You looked up this time and put down your knife and fork, which he definitely noticed. “Look, I don’t know who you are but I didn’t ask you to sit here, so please leave.”

“Was the sex not good?” he really didn’t just ask you that right? Who the hell was this guy? And why was he annoying you so much? “Who the hell are you?” your temper was surfacing and it took everything in you not to hit the guy. You looked around to see if Yoongi was coming because you did text him where you were even though there was no reaction from him. “I’m just a curious person, so tell me why are you here alone, did Yoongi not feel satisfied with you?” Your mouth dropped when he said Yoongi’s name and that only made him smile but this time you did get up and walked to the waitress so you could pay. After paying you left but the guy was still following you. “You know running away isn’t the solution, just tell me, is it a fake marriage to cover up the fact that he made another woman pregnant?” you stopped, which made him bump into you. You didn’t hesitate for a second when you lifted your hand and tried to hit him.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi was next to you holding you back. You were so angry that you pulled yourself free and tried to do it again. “STOP IT!:” you were shocked to hear him yell at you but you did listen. Yoongi turned away from you and faced the guy and you could feel the hatred towards each other.

“Why are you bothering my wife?”

“Wife, don’t make me laugh. You left her alone for an entire evening and only because my sister called you.” this made you look up and when Yoongi’s back went rigid, you knew that he was busy dealing with his ex the entire day, you didn’t like that at all, so you turned around and started walking away and the most pathetic thing was that Yoongi, didn’t even cared because he didn’t follow you back to the cabin, which made you doubt his sincerity towards you. You knew it wasn’t fair to judge until you heard his part of the story but as he didn’t seem to care that you disappeared, well it spoke a thousand words. You didn’t sleep in the bedroom but you also never heard Yoongi come home, so when you heard someone stumble around, in the morning you knew it was Yoongi completely drunk. You followed him into the bedroom and when he collapsed on the bed you helped him in. You took his phone and as you were putting it on the nightstand, he got a text. It was his ex and the text she sends him, well it angered you even more because she was half naked. You quickly put the phone down and walked away, not wanting to see more because pictures said a million things and that well-said everything.

One thing you knew for sure, this honeymoon was over. You immediately changed the plane tickets. You let Yoongi stay in first class and you sat in economy, this way you didn’t have to stay next to him on the flight back. You started to pack both suitcases and when the first light came through you had to wake Yoongi, which you didn’t want but you couldn’t let him stay here. “Yoongi wake up, we have to leave.” at first he pushed away your hand so you tried again when he suddenly opened his eyes giving you a cute smile. He pulled you on top of him but you pulled away.

“We have to go, I already packed your stuff, we’re going back to Korea,” you told him and that made him wake up right away. ‘Why, we still have three more days.”

‘Not anymore, we will be flying back in a few hours, so hurry up.”

“Why are we going back Y/N?”

“Maybe you should take a look at your phone, I think she has been texting you the entire night.” with that you left him and waited outside. You never saw Yoongi walking this fast, he literally threw open the door, his eyes were wild and he was angry. “Did you look through my phone?” he was actually angry at you for taking a look, not that you saw much, you just saw that picture.

“Not really, I just happen to see that text.” you shrugged and opened the door of the cab. “Oh your ticket is in your bag, I will see you at the airport.” You left him standing there and when you board you didn’t see Yoongi and as you sat down you just stared outside and waited for him to enter the plane as well and you felt e bit more at ease when he did. He passed you, probably expecting to see you in first class. There was no more time for him to look for you because we were already moving, which meant not getting out of your seat and as the plane took off, you really felt sad because the few days had been amazing and it all got shattered in just a few seconds.

You must’ve fallen asleep at a certain point because when you opened your eyes, Yoongi was actually sitting next to you, which startled the shit out of you. “Good you’re awake, care to explain all this?” he whispered and to your frustration, he sounded way too calm and because you were on a plane, you couldn’t yell at him. “I thought it was better this way.”

“What are you talking about woman?”

“You know, I thought you would like to be with your ex, as she sends you half naked pictures and well you have been calling here the entire day.” you shrugged and faced the window. He forced you to look at him though as he put his hand on your chin. “Don’t turn away from me and let me explain.” you crossed your arms and just stared at him in complete silence. “She did call me yes and it took a long time before I could finally get rid of her but the reason I was away the entire day, was because I had to call my manager, he usually deals with her and when I found out her brother was here, I got worried and went looking for him and in that I completely forgot about you until I received your text messages. I felt guilty and went looking for you, it was a shock to see you so angry that you wanted to hit him.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you got back drunk and also why you got pictures from your half naked ex.”

“I know, she sends me pictures like that a lot but I always delete them. I know it sounds ridiculous but please just trust me.”

“You know how much hurt I felt when I saw that picture?”

“I know as we are flying back to Korea,”

“I just didn’t want to stay there anymore. I just don’t like vague situations and I’m a bit of a runner,” you admitted embarrassed. He reached out to caress your face and smiled at you. “I will keep that in mind the next time.” You nodded and sat back. “What is going to happen when we get back to Korea?”

“We are going home.” he shrugged, when you realized that you didn’t even know where you lived. “Where is home?” he chuckled when you asked him this. He pulled out his iPad and showed you the house you were going to live and to your surprise, it was quite big. “I picked this one because it’s close to med school and the distance between the house and BigHit and the dorm isn’t too far.”

“Are you still going to stay at the dorm then?”

“Sometimes, but only when we have a schedule. That’s just easier as we have to go together during schedules.”

“I see.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I just don’t like the idea of being apart but I guess I have to get used to that.” you smiled at him and tried to hide your true feelings, which didn’t go that well because he was immediately suspicious.

“I’m an Idol, I can’t change that.”

“I know but I have to get used to that as well. I’m a family person.”

“I will try to go home as often as possible.”

“It’s okay, it’s not like I will be home that much as I’m going to Intern at the hospital, which means that I will not get a lot of sleep.”

“That’s good because we won’t be in each other’s way then.” That made you feel a bit sad because you wanted him to be in your way but you also understood the importance of his career and you never wanted to get in between. The rest of the flight you only made small talk and when you finally arrived back in Korea, he took you to your new house, you weren’t sure if you liked this style, because it was really cold, he had only used cold colors and that’s wasn’t something you liked. You were quite messy yourself and you never imagined to live in a house that was this clean cut.

“So what do you think?”

“It looks nice.” you tried to sound uplifted but he chuckled when you said “nice”. You turned and saw him sitting on the bar stool, he was lazily observing your reactions. He got up and pulled you into his arms. “You hate it don’t you?”

“Hate is a big word.”

“You can do whatever you want to the house, this was just something basic, just to decorate it quickly.”

“Really, so I can change it?”

“Of course you can, just transform it into a home.” You kissed him on his cheek when he suddenly turned his face. He pulled you closer as he put more pressure on your lips, you didn’t mind him taking control and as he lifted you up in his arms he moved you slowly to the bedroom. He put you down on the bed and you couldn’t help but think about the comfy mattress and it made you giggle, which made him look up.

“What?”

“No nothing, I just thought about something funny.” you smiled at him and pulled him back but he pulled back again, with a bit of insecurity in his eyes. “You’re not laughing at me right?”

“I want you Yoongi.”

“You already have me.” he was definitely teasing you and for some reason, you became frustrated with him. “Stop teasing, I can’t handle it any longer.” that’s when he started to move faster, you know his eyes were on you and as you came undone in front of his eyes, he didn’t waste a single moment and moved inside of you, which send you completely over the edge, you screamed his name and as you opened your eyes he was looking proud of himself.

The minute you came back to your senses, Yoongi was no longer beside you and you suspected that he was already back to work, you just didn’t know if he was here or at the dorm. You slowly got and you noticed that you were aching all over your body but it wasn’t an unpleasant ache, especially when you thought back to a few hours ago. You got dressed and started searching the house, hoping he was still here and as you opened every door, you found his little studio, he was sitting behind the keyboard without a shirt and you couldn’t help but stare at him because he looked so handsome right now and that’s when you knew, you had fallen deeply in love with him. You turned when he started to rap, you really didn’t want to disturb him so you closed the door quietly when you heard the doorbell. You checked your phone and was shocked to see the time, who would ring the doorbell this late. At first, you were hesitating because it could only be something bad but then again it was rude to leave the person standing there. You walked to the door and looked at the camera, but the camera wasn’t working, Yoongi probably had forgotten about that, so there was no other option than to just open the door. You did contemplate if you should call Yoongi but he was busy and you really didn’t want to disturb him during recordings. You reached for the doorknob and slowly opened it, revealing a girl, you opened the door completely and looked at the girl, who was really pretty.

“Is Yoongi Oppa home?”

“He is, why?” she tried to push you aside but you were definitely stronger than her, so she just got pushed back outside. “Who are you?” she smiled and that’s when you recognized her. She also recognized you and as a devilish smile appeared you suddenly felt anxious.

“Ah you must be his fake wife, I’m his girlfriend Kim Seung Hee.”

Previous <——————-> Next

I’m on my school’s tennis team, and we have several matches a week. I tend to wake up late, which doesn’t leave a lot of time for packing snacks for tennis matches after school.

Relevant side note, I’m an avid gardener and I love tomatoes. So one day I wake up late as usual, and of course I have a match that day. I’m frantically trying to find food I can shove in my tennis bag for later to no avail, and I’m also trying to get out the door ASAP so I’m not late for school. So I quickly come up with a solution…. and run outside and pick a huge tomato out of my garden.

On the bus ride to the match, I pull my tomato out of my bag and start eating it like an apple because honestly, what else was I supposed to do? All my teammates were so confused and I just told them not to question it.

Okay so I’m not done with this and legitimately when I have time this summer in the season break, will probably end up writing some Savitar fic and will probably make it coldflash if I do.

Panic - Dylan O’Brien Part 1

Warnings: Angst, Dylan in a bad place, eventual smut ( Oral, fluff,etc..)

If you want to be tagged for the next part then message me!

Part 1, Part 2

You woke to loud crashes and the clang against metal coming from somewhere in the house. You immediately flung your arm to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to find Dylan, he wasn’t there. In a second you had flung the sheets off of you, exposing your bare legs, and rushed downstairs. It was dark and there was no sign of your fiance. Another sound of shattering glass.

You ran to the source, only to find the door to the garage open and Dylan standing here, crow bar in hand, smashing your shared silver Toyota to pieces. his breaths were ragged, sobbing even, you didn’t even think about the glass on the floor, or the pain you would have been in if it weren’t for the adrenaline pumping through you veins.

Dylan didn’t notice you rush towards him as he brought the crow bar up again and the car took another thunderous hit, spraying glass shards towards your face. You didn’t shield your self, just him. He was near limp when you gripped his shoulders, beautiful Y/C  hair flying across your face. It must have been the blood or even your touch that brought him back because as soon as he looked at you, the bar clattered to the ground and Dylan’s body began to shake, erratic sobs erupting from him.

You ran your hands through his long hair, which he had grown for American Assasin, soothing him before taking him into the kitchen and tending to the cuts and bruises. You didn’t speak, you didn’t have to, you knew what he had been through. Running your hand over the cheek that had not long been repaired after being broken, like the rest of his beautiful, handsome face, you didn’t speak as he took the tweezers and began taking the glass out of your foot then dressed it.

You only spoke when you had both slipped back into bed, arms around each other, a silent agreement between the two of you, you’d figure it out tomorrow. The words between you were short but you knew how much they meant.

“We’ll get through this, no matter how long it takes, I’ll be with you” You whispered hoarsely tears slipping down your cheeks. He pulled you in closer, burrowing his head into your shoulder, hair caressing your face and you stroked it.

“I love you Y/n, so much.” he breathed, falling asleep a few minutes later. Not you though, you were wide awake, even when the sun rose, solutions running through your head. But the only solution there was and always will be, was time.

howe 2 excape vegetal?

solutions:

A. run

B. get birb -> eet vegetal

C. summon meme man to destroy the vegetals

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could i request a hc where 707 & MC work in a toy shop ? (because it was stated in 707's after ending, but it's a dream. and i really wanna know what happens if it is real LOL)

hahhaa omg i literally just did one where the entire RFA+Saeran reacts to MC’s New Job @ ToysRUs

anyway since this one’s a little bit different I’ll do it too :)

• first of all
• WHO THE HELL HIRED SEVEN
• WHAT MADE THAT PERSON THINK IT WOULD BE A G O O D IDEA
• LIKE JUST LOOK AT HIM
• HE’S LITERALLY JUMPING AROUND NOT DOING ANY WORK
• MC IS YELLING AT HIM
• “Seven! this is our first day! would you please contain yourself? I don’t want to be fired”
• 707 is now making the puppiest of puppy faces and it just makes MC go:
• “.. fine we’ll just play a little bit. But if our boss catches-”
• “he won’t catch us, MC, trust me.”
• his eyes glasses were gleaming like those anime character guys
• oh how appropriate Cheritz gave me a pic to use just when i needed it
• k so they’re goofing off aand do they get caught?
• you betcha
• 707′s solution?
• “RUN FOR YUOR LIFE MC THEY CAN’T CATCH US IF WE RUN LIKE- OOF”
• he ran into the manager lmaoo
• gg seven
• soooo tl;dr, they got fired
• was MC mad?
• probably, but Seven had a better idea
• “Hey MC, let’s open a toy store ourselves, then we can play whenever we want!!”
• .-.

bonus:

• Seven was sitting in a shopping cart going super fast down the isles and he was screaming WEEEEEEEEEEEE
• no wonder the boss noticed smh

~Cherry L.

The Boy in The Woods

Dipper was absolutely, hopelessly lost.

The worst part wasn’t that it was dark, or that he was in the woods of Gravity Falls. The place that his great Uncle Ford as proclaimed to be deadlier than any other places. That was fine. He knew the woods better than anyone. He could navigate the place blindfolded.

Or, he thought he could.

The Long Drives

The steady thrum of rubber
and asphalt. Smell of the
chain of cigarettes she smoked,
forging cages around my baby-pink
lungs. Music, always music.

Destination unknown.

These long drives weren’t going
places, more like running and
thinking–finding solutions or
closure. She drove until she
stopped. Until she found–

I don’t know what she found.

I only know the feel of the carpet
in a Honda hatchback, scratchy and
warm from a day that has already died.
I only know the passage of moonlight
through nightblack trees.

I only know that her anxiety
rocked me to sleep on those long drives.

– S. E. De Haven

Princess || Pack

A/N- I need more requests! I’m back guys!! This is just a fluffy Sister!Fic to get me started off again. Love you all and remember to stay hydrated!<3

WARNINGS- none

A good night’s sleep

A/N: Tried something. Let me know what you think about it! :) <3

You lied awake and stared out of the window. The snow was very calming. Especially in the warm light of the lanterns. It was comfortable on the sofa in John’s and Sherlock’s living-room, but also lonely. Sometimes loneliness was something you seeked - but not that night. Usually you didn’t sleep over at Baker Street. After all you had your own apartment, your own furniture, dishes and bed. You loved your apartment and your job as a librarian. It was all calm and easy and simple and wonderful. You didn’t share the cold intelligence of your brothers and you weren’t a bit disappointed about it. Still, it sometimes made things between you, Sherlock and Mycroft a little complicated. They could be very hard to deal with. You got along better with Sherlock than with Mycroft. He loved you and he wasn’t even bad at showing it. Sometimes he just didn’t know when it wasn’t a good idea to make a deduction about his younger sister.

The loneliness sat on your chest like a huge elephant. Your heart knew pretty well what was wrong and what you had to do to make it stop. You had always had those rather depressing phases in your life and when you were younger there had always been a simple solution: run as fast as possible down the dark corridor in your parent’s house to get into Sherlock’s room and slip under his blanket to sleep cuddled up in his arms. But as the two of you got older he started to be away at night, getting himself drugged God knows where and you were left alone in his room, sleeping in his bed to at least be able to burry your nose in the familiar, calming smell.

Now, you were in the same apartment as Sherlock again, having one of your depressing, angsty phases and the possibility to slip into Sherlock’s bed was given again.

*in a dark alley with a trench coat* Hey, can I please get the Rfa+V+saeran reacting to an Mc who has acne scars on their face?? Thank youuuuuuuuuu!

A/N: Hey Nonnie! I hope this as good as you wanted (if any of you out there are insecure about your acne scars, I understand, I struggled with acne for a really long time. But screw everyone okay, you’re all freaking beautiful and I love you all!) I’m sorry I’m not as good with putting out requests as 404. I’ve been feeling very fatigued lately because my dumb booty has been forgetting to take my iron supplements and I’m anemic my hoe ass writes about self care and wont even do it myself. Anyway, I hope you all like this, and thank you all for the fan art and the support ;~; <3 <3 <3 ~ Admin 626
*also has a trench coat on, whispering* so…are we like…Angels of the lord? Or…Time lords??? Or do we just like trench coats? No one knows ~ Admin 404

YOOSUNG

• Honestly, he doesn’t even really notice?
• He’s just happy to have you in his arms
• You’re so warm in his arms, how r u real
• But as time goes on he realizes you’re super insecure about them
• He knows saying “you’re beautiful no matter what wtf MC” won’t help you much
• He still says it anyway
• When you’re feeling super down, you wrap your legs around him and nuzzle his neck
• He runs his fingers through your hair
• No words are said and you two stay like that for hours
• Sometimes you cry, and he just hugs you as tightly as he can
• He loves you so much and he doesn’t want you feeling like this so he does everything he can
• He looks up everything he can on youtube
• How to cover acne scars, how to prevent acne, etc
• This boy is a skin master by the end of the night and whenever you feel down about your skin, he dresses you up so you can feel like a princess <3 eventhoughyou’reaprincesswithorwithoutmakeup

ZEN

• He did notice your scars at first
• he’s an actor, his eye has been trained to notice every imperfection
• But it’s not like it matters? You’re such an amazing person, who even cares tf
• One night though he finds you crying on the floor sobbing and he’s like
• MC ARE YOU DYING ARE YOU OKAY WHAT’S HAPPENING
• And you tell him about how you’re so insecure, especially around him
• He’s so flawless and you’re so…blah
• You bet this boy lifts you up princess style and carries you to bed
• He keeps you wrapped in his arms all night and murmurs sweet nothings in your ear
• He introduces you to beauty products to help with your skin because this boy wants you to be happy and he’ll make you do all the self care need to to feel better
• “MC, please remember that you’re gorgeous to me. Nothing will ever change that. You’re my star; you outshine everything and anything. You might think you’re “blah” but to me, you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

JAEHEE

• this girl so exhausted all the time, she’s just really happy to see ur face cause ur a blessing in her life
• she thinks you look good with a fringe and all but she thinks you’d look better without it!!!
• One day she brings up u growing ur fringe out and you just start tearing up???
• WHAT DID I DO WRONG
• A few tears fall and you tell her that you have a fringe bc they cover up your acne scars
• mC NO PLEASE
• She gives you a huge hug!!! You do not deserve to feel like this!!!
• She knows words like “you’re beautiful the way you are” aren’t going to help you
• She’s been there, words like that can just be super annoying
• Instead, she gives you hugs and kisses for the rest of the night
• Also gets some skin care tips for you so maybe you’ll feel better
• All she hopes is that one day you’ll love yourself like she loves you <3

JUMIN

• he doesn’t care at all either?
• He finally met someone who understands him! Who cares about anything else!!! He loves you so much and his heart is just askldjhfaskjdhfasdf when he sees you!
• But that doesn’t really help you
• You know he loves you for who you are, but you’re still super insecure?
• I mean who wouldn’t be, this guy looks like a freaking sex god
• You always try to hide it though, this poor boy has an entire company on his shoulders, you can’t have him worry about little things
• One night though you know he’s off at a company party and you think about all the gorgeous women there
• You let a few tears slip and you’re like “well jumin’s not here mIGHT AS WELL LET MYSELF CRY AS MUCH AS I CAN”
• exCEPT HE COMES HOME EARLY BC HE FORGOT SOMETHING
• he doesn’t know what to do??? You’ve never been like this around him???
• He hugs you and lets you cry
• Your head ends up on his lap and he softly strokes your hair until  you fall asleep
• In the morning you tell him what’s wrong bc the poor boy deserves an explanation
• “MC, you’re gorgeous, why would you ever feel like this?”
• “Have you seen your hair? It’s like silk”
• “Your boobs are fantastic I don’t understand”
• But he hires an esthetician for you because he will do anything for you
• He always makes sure to give you kisses all over your face so you know how much he loves you <3

SAEYOUNG

• He is a little surprised when he first sees you bc all your pictures online show u with flawless skin?
• It’s called photoshop, Seven, ur hoe ass should know about this.
• But he totally gets it! He’s been there before
• With his high stress, tons of junk food lifestyle, breaks out will accompany
• He’s just lucky that his skin doesn’t scar easily, but he’s not gonna be a douche about other people’s acne scars
• He does help you learn how to cover them up bc he understands that you’re insecure
• You think this boy wouldn’t know how to? Of course he can wtf, this boy is a dress crossing god, he can do anything with a makeup brush
• He won’t touch your face without your permission because he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable <3
• He builds a robot that says “don’t be stupid, you’re beautiful” for you

SAERAN

• Honestly he doesn’t even notice
• He’s so many horrific things in Mint Eye that he doesn’t really notice people’s appearances much?
• 10/10 does not understand your insecurity
• you’re strong and cool and awesome??? What’s there to be insecure about wtf
• he may not be one to show lots of affection like the other RFA members but he has his ways
• he leaves notes that say “I love you I guess” on the mirrors in your house <3
• one time he wrote “please don’t break the mirror with your ugly face” but that was meant for Saeyoung
• saran wrap that doesn’t even make sense you tWO HAVE THE SAME FACE
• If you ever cry about your scars, he’ll wipe your tears and try to make your favorite food
• He burns the meal but you eat it anyway

V

• Omg You’re low key this boy is blind because then he can’t see ur scars
• One day he asks to feel your face and you just??? Don’t know what to do???
• You don’t want him feeling your scars omg
• Run away and avoid him for days
• Wow you’re real smooth MC
• You finally visit him and tell him your issue, that you don’t want him feeling your face bc you know that you’re ugly
• “…MC, love is blind, okay?”
• “…No, V, YOU’RE blind”
• MC why are you like this
• But honestly, he understands you don’t want him touching your face, he’d probably feel the same way if he had scars
• He just makes sure to tell you’re beautiful all the time it annoys you a little
• And he’ll snuggle with you for hours on days you feel super bad about yourself <3

quick adult frisk doodle. they are the pinnacle of purity.

A Delicate Desiccation

Status: Complete
Word Count: 4.7K
Category: One-shot; Behind-the-scenes canon compliant; Melancholia; Friendship; Mystery; On-the-case
Rating: Teen & Up
Character(s): Dean, Sam, Cas, Reader/Female O.C.
Pairing(s): N/A
Warnings: None, just an FYI for my regular readers - not the darkest thing I’ve seen around here, but it is the darkest thing *I* have ever written.
Author’s Note: see below!!!!
Overall Summary: The Winchesters must deal with a creature unlike one they’ve tackled before & accept some things can only be preserved in memories.

*~* ADVISE YOU DO NOT LOOK AT THE COMMENTS PRIOR TO READING - someone accidentally spoiled the ending! Oops! *~*

A DELICATE DESICCATION

I inhaled deeply, letting my eyes close and my head rest atop my folded arms. I’m not sure how long I was like that, thinking too hard, trying to recall the scent. Never even heard the approaching footsteps.

“Stop that.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s creepy as hell.”

“It reminds me of something. Not a perfume or a shampoo. Well, maybe shampoo, but—”

“Stop.”

I did, but only briefly.

“Maybe a cake recipe? Except it’s not sweet…"

I raised my head again, but didn’t open my eyes, just tilted over the side of the bathtub, drawing in an even deeper breath.

The ‘please’ made me open my eyes and turn my head towards him but he’d already turned, too, walked off without waiting to see if I’d done as he’d asked.

I was so bad with him lately.

I gasped, snapped my fingers as it hit me. It was citrus and some cedar, sure, and I’d seen the cloves… no, cardamom. It had to have been cardamom that was tripping me up.

I sprang to my feet and as I bounced through the bathroom doorway, stepping into the frigid motel room, grinning happily, excited to tell him, I heard the Impala’s engine gun. The front left tire still needed air; it screamed as it ground into the asphalt. The setting sun was cutting through the window at just the right angle to hit my eyes, but I didn’t need to blink.

That part, I remembered.  And the eating and the sleeping parts. Could not for the life of me remember the part about breathing.

Anyway. He’d return. They’d return. One of them. Someone. At some point.

So for now, I went back to sit with my body.

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STEPS ONE THROUGH FOUR:

BE ON RECEIVING END OF SIX-TO-EIGHT FATAL STAB WOUNDS;

LURCH NO MORE BUT NO LESS THAN EIGHT STUMBLING STEPS TO THE LEFT, THEN THREE SMALL WOBBLES OR ONE LARGE LURCH BEHIND;

ALLOW FORM TO FALL ATOP ALTAR, MOMENTUM BRINGING BOTH SELF AND VARIOUS ITEMS TO REST ACROSS ANCIENT ENGRAVINGS IN STONE FLOOR;

EXSANGUINATE 40-60% TOTAL BLOOD VOLUME AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE

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Those were not the first steps as detailed in the scrolls - but they were the first steps for me.

In the time it took to get back to the bunker, Sam had come through like he always did, determining what had been awakened and what had to be done. Even so, it was Castiel who would be attending to the details. But first the angel had to attend to Dean.

I’d watched as Dean argued with the both of them for hours, about why I couldn’t be brought back, then why I shouldn’t be pyred and fired immediately. I’d watched for another few hours as they talked the whiskey, then the gun, out of his hand.

They’d cried. I’d cried, though they couldn’t tell, and I couldn’t tell that anything was hitting my cheeks. Dean tossed and turned so fiercely, his bed linens were damp with perspiration. It smelled of hundred proof.

So I’d laid by Sam that night. I was fascinated at how my presence made the breath coming from his lips look like thick clouds. I’d held my hand over his face, mesmerized at the little crystals forming in the lines of the salty tracks from his eyes, on the tips of his lashes.

I’d stopped when his breathing went shallow, jerking myself away from him so fast I shot myself clean through the wall of his bedroom.

I had no concept of how long I had been there in the hallway, statue-still.

“They can’t hear or see you,” Castiel told me quietly, coming to stand by my side.

I looked down at my dress, my cardigan, the brown leather boots that came to my knees. The boots and the cardigan were old; the dress was brand new. I’d bought it for a special purpose, though I couldn’t call up why right then. Not a crease, not a blemish, like I’d just taken it off the hanger.

I turned to my friend.

“Will they, though? Because I’d like to tell them thank you. For being good friends. Make sure they know I don’t blame them.”

“Perhaps. If they choose to. But I can tell them.”

“That’s not the same.”

“I’ll tell them it came directly from you.”

“Don’t do that, Cas.”

“What?”

A fraction of a tilt to the corner of his mouth and I wiggled my eyebrows, forcing the tilt into a small grin.

“I think I may miss you.”

I sighed, turned away, brought my eyes over to stare at the wall I’d come through.

“You don’t need to do that,” he informed me. “Breathing, that is.”

I nodded. I was distracted. But I acknowledged him.

“Oh.”

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STEPS FIVE THROUGH TEN:

ALL VISCERA EXCEPTING HEART AND LUNGS SHOULD BE REMOVED, SOAKED IN HOLY OIL PRIOR TO BURNING, ALLOWING FIRE TO BURN OUT FOR COMPLETE DISPOSAL;

RINSE BRAIN, SKULL, AND BODY CAVITY WITH PREPARED MIXTURE, COATING LIBERALLY, LEAVING SKULL FILLED;

INFUSE VESSELS WITH SAME, FOLLOWED BY NATRON SOLUTION UNTIL RUNNING CLEAR, LEAVING HEART CHAMBERS FILLED, CLAMPING ENTRY AND EXIT POINTS;

PACK CAVITY WITH LINEN-WRAPPED POULTICES OF NOTED FLOWERS, HERBS, SPICES AND SALTS, BLESSED AND HEXED APPROPRIATELY;

CONTINUE TO PACK ANY REMAINING SPACES AND SURROUND EXTERNALLY WITH SALTED ICE;

REPEAT EVERY 36 HOURS FOR NO MORE BUT NO LESS THAN 70 DAYS

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Each time the second hand hit twelve or the calendar flipped, signalling the arrival of the next stage, I’d tag along to one of the bunker’s more clinical interrogation rooms, stick around to observe Cas’ doings initially, but then I’d always have to go walk, get distance, get away.

Dean never joined me, but Sam did, wouldn’t hesitate to follow after, though with my irritable, dissipating nature I’d tend to sail through trees and gates, adopting a hellish pace. He’d jog along for awhile. He’d give up long before the corn.

I kept making a beeline for it, I just loved it - rows and rows of thick, swaying curtains. I would wander, swaying with it, breaking into sprints for who knew how long, daydreaming. Maybe I’d turn north, run so far as to come upon Iowan ballplayers and field a few grounders. Maybe even stumble into a cult of misfit children, give them a stern talking-to on my way back to my friends.

I got lost a few times… maybe more than a few. They would call me back to them, and it burned the same way it had when I’d gotten stabbed. Before I woke up feeling hollow. At least the burn let me not be cold for a moment or two, and that felt nice until I saw them.

They would look at me so sadly, be so frustrated, try to bind me to something else. I didn’t fight it, that I know for sure. I’ve always been happy to do anything for them, happy to help where I could, and that was a part of myself I would never let change.

Even so - my exploring days soon met their expiration date.

I had begun to associate the sound of the nighttime talk show hosts’ voices with feeling itchy and heavy and blurry and nauseous… even angry. Then I’d feel something like sleepiness, but not - more like drugged, I supposed, but I’d never been drugged so I couldn’t say. Never taken them, never had cause to need painkillers, never put under for surgery. I’d always been perfectly healthy.

Some sort of spirit sun-downing, the way Castiel talked. He would explain it to me, and while he was kind and patient, I got the impression this was not even close to the first instance he’d had to repeat himself. As time was passing, more and more often it seemed that I needed to stay in the motel. Whichever motel it was; they moved my body constantly, keeping it off some sort of otherworldly radar.

I shouldn’t come to the bunker anymore, I’d be reminded. I would ask why, then Castiel would show me pictures on his phone, of the damage. Once I think he showed me pictures of bruises and cuts. I can’t be certain. I don’t know when exactly it was that they’d started locking me into the room when they left, with their drawn lines and invisible walls that sometimes worked, sometimes not-so-much.

All I know is that when I got the idea, Castiel had looked at me skeptically just for a few moments before nodding his head. He spoke for awhile, processing the pros and the cons aloud, eventually settling on reasons that amounted to practicing so I would be convincing, if need be, to… to the… But that wasn’t my reasoning.

Mine was simpler: the nightly pull might not be preventable, but I wouldn’t be able to reach the bunker and cause any upset if I were back in my body.

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STEPS ELEVEN THROUGH FOURTEEN:

ETCH RIBS AS OUTLINED;

INTERNAL SUMMONING GLYPHS SHOULD BE PLACED VERTICALLY ON STERNUM ONLY;

EVERY EXPOSED SURFACE SHOULD BE WRAPPED IN PRE-SOAKED LINEN STRIPS AND SECURED WITH LIGHT RESIN;

CONTINUE MANUAL MANIPULATIONS AT MINIMUM EVERY TWELVE HOURS TO ENSURE PLIANCY AND REDUCE STIFFNESS

.

“Why not the eyes?”

Castiel glanced from the covered jar filled with a thick, opaque, honey-like fluid sitting on the bathroom counter and over to where I stood by the bathtub.

“Why not burn them, too?”

“It will be more convincing if they can see once the body—”

He cut himself off immediately.

“It’s okay, Cas.”

“Once they inhabit the body.”

“Makes sense,” I responded, though none of it did.

I’d been hoping for something more along the Eva Perón spectrum versus Boris and Lon, but my friends’ guardian - my guardian - had truly done beautiful work. More than he’d had to, according to the scrolls. It was odd to look at myself from this perspective, odder still as the months went by and I looked less and less like me.

I finally had the cheekbones I’d wished for as a teen, those of a supermodel, high and sharp. My eye color had darkened. My skin was slowly changing, shrinking, tightening, though honestly not as much as I’d imagined it would’ve. I took it all in slowly, the first time I’d been able to make use of a mirror in months.

I edged out of the bathroom, stepping carefully around the large body bag left beside the door. Various apologies hit the air, someone scurried over to move it away, but I wasn’t paying much mind. I was moving my neck back and forth gently, gingerly stretching my bandaged arms as I walked, concentrating on getting to the edge of the bed and sitting.

I opened my mouth to reply, but just a croak came out.

Castiel quickly brought one of the motel’s plastic cups to my lips but it only contained a teaspoon or so of water.

“Don’t drink - just gargle a little, swish and spit.”

I nodded, did as instructed, tried to commit the rule to my mental list:

NO DRINKING
DON’T WANDER
BREATHING NOT REQUIRED
YOU ARE ALREADY GONE

The last one was mine. But it was the one, to me, that was most important, the one I could not forget. The one that tried to slip through the ever-widening gaps in my mind each time I saw my friends.

Even when they looked at me how they were just then - disgust, maybe awe. Hard to say. Functional eyes, yes, though still not working as well as they used to.

But I did see them. Through the window, when I would dare to peek out at my old world, once the sun had gone down. They were taking turns as my bodyguard, seeing as how I’d taken to having one again during the night.

Sam would stay awake the entire time, six-to-six, back against the passenger door, feet crossed and propped over the open-windowed driver’s door, a tablet in his hands. Sometimes his knees would be pulled up and I knew a book must’ve been leaning against them, judging by the flashlight he’d have wedged in between tilted head and shoulder. He flipped pages quickly - that seemed familiar, him being a lightning-fast reader.

I think he may’ve seen me watching him once or twice. The shadows across his face, created by the small amount of light beneath it, definitely didn’t do my waning vision any favors. If he did know, if it did bother him, he didn’t let on. Being studied by a monster would’ve unnerved most anyone else.

Then there was Dean.

I suspected he was the one choosing the motels towards the end because once bodyguard duty became routine, I noticed there was always a bar nearby. He would have his fill of camping in the Impala, the restlessness coming on around eleven. By twelve I’d see him stalk off, striding out of the parking lot.

Brought a girl back with him once, but their groping and grinding across the trunk never made it to the backseat. Not once he spotted me in the window. He shoved her away abruptly, mouth moving, gesturing apologetically, making some excuse.

I was still standing there, running an ice cube across my parched lips, watching as she made her way back across the street to the bar, when he burst through the door so suddenly that the handle punched into the wall.

“What is wrong with you?!”

He yanked hard on worn paisley curtains, enough to where I heard a seam or two pop, hurrying to cover the windows.

I slipped the dwindling ice cube into my mouth, splintering it into little shards as I shifted to face him.

I normally would’ve shrugged but the upper body wrappings from that morning had apparently been applied with extra grit, and I normally would’ve sighed out of unbroken habit but rigid lungs made that list item close to null during bodily hours.

So I just looked at him blankly with my new dark eyes, and the dark circles I knew were under them, and the unmovable brows I knew were above them, blinking only as he shut the door quietly when he left, despite the lack of tears.

He was drunk enough not to care when he found me lying in the backseat upon his return from the bar on another night. He never locked that car. Never had, long as I’d known him, though I had no clue how long that had been.

I’d forgotten not to wander on my futile hunts for memories.

My legs wouldn’t fit onto the seat as I couldn’t bend them at the knees well, so they were dangling crookedly to the side, my feet mostly on the floorboard. I was surprised when he calmly climbed in, lifting my legs and placing them in his lap. A glimpse of familiarity there, then it disappeared.

I’d been fussing with the bandaging on my hands. The tiny bindings on my fingers were now loose and pooled around my knuckles. He noticed.

“Cas is gonna be pissed.”

I forced a few mouthfuls of air down; he watched and waited.

“Things feel strange.”

“I bet.”

“I mean literally.”

I reached to my side, ran a few fingers across the leather of the front seat.

“Tell me.”

My chest pulled and ached inside with every inhalation of air. But I wanted to talk with him. I wanted to tell. So I took in as much as I could hold.

“Like there’s a piece of plastic wrap between my skin and… and… things. Even water. Even me.”

I brought the fingers to the tip of my nose. That, and the areas around my eyes and mouth, were all that stayed uncovered. Then I brought my fingers to the ends of my hair, just below my shoulder.

It had grown long enough to keep it in a braid, which I could manage alone, even with my bandaged, barely-bendable fingers. It was silky, due to the oily potion Castiel had to apply to my scalp. It still felt fake to me, like the synthetic hair of a doll.

An audible gulp, followed shortly by a sniffle, hit my ears and I looked up to find tear-filled, bloodshot eyes looking into mine.

“You and Sam are brothers?” I asked.

He nodded.

“I think I had a crush on one of you.”

He nodded again, and a hint of a smile appeared.

“But you were mad at each other the day I died.”

It vanished.

“Why?”

He hesitated for a moment before he answered.

“Because one of us finally got up the guts to ask you out. We were, ah…”

Dean paused, chuckled lightly, ran a hand across his face.

“We were both crushing on you, too. Never told each other.”

“I don’t… is that why I bought a new dress?”

Another nod.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

“Oh.”

I was suddenly uncomfortable, began shifting around, and Dean started to reach out, then stopped.

“I won’t come apart.”

He helped me sit up, my back now against the seat, both of us staring out the front window. It started to sprinkle. But neither of us moved.

“I’m sorry.”

I turned my head to find those eyes were glassier than ever.

“I remember. You’ve said. Both of you,” I pointed out.

He touched my lips with his, don’t know how hard or soft, and he closed his eyes but I didn’t close mine. I couldn’t feel a thing. I hadn’t felt anything before, either, when…

“Sam did that, too,” I told him once he’d pulled away. “Last… no, not last night…”

My mind drifted.

“When he dropped off more salt for…”

“Must’ve been last week.”

Dean’s voice was cracking. That did trigger a memory. That it was unusual.

I touched a finger to the tip of his nose, ran it down, over his lips, then down again, over and across his chin.

“You both feel like wax,” I whispered.

“No, we don’t,” he whispered back.

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STEPS FIFTEEN THROUGH TWENTY:

SOAK LINENS IN BLESSED HOLY OIL MIXTURE FOR NO LESS THAN ONE WEEK PRIOR TO PLANNED CEREMONY;

FINAL WRAPPINGS MUST BE TIGHT AROUND ALL EXTREMITIES AND CORE, USING COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF RESIN ON ALL EDGES AND ATOP EXTERNALLY WRITTEN SCRIPT;

INTERNAL CAVITIES AND VESSELS MUST BE FILLED TO CAPACITY WITH MIXTURE;

ANY EXPOSED PART OF BODY UNABLE TO BE WRAPPED MUST BE COATED THOROUGHLY WITH MIXTURE;

CLEANSING FIRE SHOULD ONLY BE CAST DURING LAST QUARTER OF SUMMONING RITUAL;

CAST FIRE WITH CAUTION TO IMMEDIATE SURROUNDINGS

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“So then we’ll… like a Viking funeral…”

“No, that’s mostly… but there was… ship captain…”

My hearing was all but gone, though I found the two voices drifting over from some place nearby to be soothing. My vision was nothing to speak of, either - a milky film coated my eyes. But I could make out the bright blue ones looming above me.

I liked the voice of this man, too. And he was gently adjusting various parts of me, arranging things around me. He placed something small - a wildflower bouquet, he said - on my belly and folded my hands around it. He spoke the entire time, softly, but firmly.

He kept repeating his speech over and over again, so that what was left of my brain function would concentrate on three simple things:

HOLD TIGHT
LET GO

I still had pieces of what he’d told me on our way to the lake floating in my mind. The parts he said I didn’t need to bother remembering now. How the show we’d been running, the ruse I’d survived and had been convalescing somewhere, was over.

The preservation had been taken to its limits. What could be done had been done, and now all that was left was to hope these ancient entities would fall for the trap my friends had laid. Surmise I’d finally succumbed to the damage their minions had inflicted upon my body that night over a year ago, and that a hunter’s funeral awaited me.

They would not be foolish enough to believe that between their stolen scrolls and an angel of the lord, at least some semblance of an effort to thwart them wouldn’t have been undertaken by the resilient, stubborn hunters. They would recognize this funeral of mine to be an odd take on the typical tradition. They would assume measures had been taken to trap them in the fire.

They would have to be fast. And they would have to take the risk. They had no choice but to try.

All because it was my blood that flooded their carvings, my body that had lain across their altar, and my mummified shell was the only one that would do, that could serve as their earthly temple.

I’d kept trying to resurrect the memories of that night, the night I was on a first date with a friend who may’ve become more. This was the only thing the sky-eyed caretaker never had to repeat or remind me of - I had managed to hold on to that one memory above all. I was with the ones who had cared for me, who had fought for me, who fought for me still, even in death.

And now I was to fight with every piece of spirit I had left to keep what would soon possess my body inside when they would most certainly attempt to flee, once… once…

“Once you feel them, hold tight, just for a second,” the deepest voice ordered gruffly, as the three of them guided the small boat into the lake.

“Then you’ll feel warm,” said the voice coming from the largest shadow. “You can leave then - they won’t come with you.”

“I’ll meet you after,” said the caretaker as he leaned over me, one last promise before he closed my eyelids.

A few grunts along with the heaving, then a final shove and out into the water I sailed. I enjoyed the swaying. It was peaceful. As stuffed and bound as I was, there was comfort.

It didn’t hurt. I wish I could’ve called out to them and let them know, though my filled-to-the-brim, sealed-lipped state wouldn’t have allowed it. Even if I’d had the energy to spare.

Whoever these old troublemakers were, well, maybe they were running low on energy, too. Or maybe I just had more than they’d ever had to begin with. But it didn’t matter either way.

When the hunters on the shore let loose their arrows, we were all toast.

.

I inhaled deeply, letting my eyes close as I thought. I’m not sure how long I was like that, thinking too hard, trying to recall the last time I’d smelled that mix of hops and peanuts and cigarettes. Never even heard the approaching footsteps.

“Stop that.”

“Why?”

“Because it ain’t right, a face like yours not having a smile on it.”

I opened my eyes, took in the cocky grin, then took the small plastic card from the outstretched hand. A glance at what was written there, then I looked up, raised an eyebrow.

“This reminds me of something.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m gonna keep on loving you.”

“Well, wow, that’s a little forward.”

“Is it, Kevin? Oh, sorry, Mr. Cronin.”

The cocky grin faded into a sheepish one.

“Yeah, I get that a lot, see—”

“Stop.”

He did, but only briefly.

“We’re cousins, and my parents were set on the name, and how were they supposed to know he’d end up—”

“You know, I can tell that you are old enough to ride this ride, so I don’t get why the fake I.D., but your puppy here I’m not so sure about, and I really hope he’s not about to try and screw me over, too.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the flirty one’s taller, shaggy-haired companion immediately re-fold his wallet, casually return it to his back pocket.

“Maybe a just a couple beers, huh? We tip real good, and then we’ll be outta your—”

I frowned, feeling oddly out-of-place, my head and then my eyes drifting down, past the taps, past the edge of bar, watched as the plastic card slipped from my fingers and hit the sticky floor. My hands reflexively balled into fists and I squeezed my eyes shut.

The immediate pin-drop quiet and the echo of my 'please’ made my eyes go wide. But an unfamiliar sound, something flapping, rustling, is what made my head snap up and over to my right.

Everyone and everything was frozen, ricocheting pool balls to mid-air darts, all except one trench-coated patron at the far end who was seated on a stool, calmly sipping a pilsner I hadn’t poured.

I walked over, felt the smile stretching across my face as I came to a stop in front of him.

“I meant to meet you sooner, my apologies for the delay,” he said, nothing but sincerity in those bright baby blues.

“I couldn’t tell,” I answered honestly. “It’s good to see you. It’s good to see…”

My thoughts drifted as I glanced to my left, to where they stood.

And just like that, I remembered everything, all in the time it took to turn my head back to him - but he’d already turned, too, walked off without waiting to see if I was going to say anything else.

I was so bad with that - moving too slowly, not reacting quickly enough - and the thought chilled me to my core.

“Cas, are they– are they really here?” I called after him.

Castiel paused, not but a few steps from the door, and I took the opportunity to dash out from behind the bar and rush to his side, standing in front of the door as if I could block his exit.

“Did I mess it up?”

A slight frown came across his face and he tilted his head a bit as he took in what I knew was absolute fear radiating off of me.

“I don’t mean that night, I know I messed up then, not getting out of the way when those people, when those things were—”

“Stop.”

I did. He brought his hands to my shoulders, gave them a reassuring squeeze. He waited til he knew he had my complete attention before he spoke.

“This place is whatever you want it to be. Whatever you choose to do. Anyone you’d like to have with you.”

I nodded slowly, processing his words. Then I looked around. Some paradise I’d created - an afterlife in the bartending job from my early twenties that I’d hated with a passion.

I gasped, snapped my fingers as it hit me. What it was, that scene I’d stepped away from. It was a re-enactment of the first time I’d laid eyes on the Winchester brothers. The seconds that had snowballed into years.

There’d been adventures and arguments - and laughter, to be sure - and I’d certainly seen the heartaches firsthand… all that sadness. It had to have been the sadness that was tripping me up. Why that part had to come along for the ride.

And maybe Castiel had read my thoughts because he leaned in close, gave me one final reminder:

“You don’t have to remember everything.”

Suddenly I was bounding towards the bar again, crunching fallen peanut shells under my boots as the sounds of conversation, then the music from the jukebox, resumed. I was grinning happily, excited to tell Dean and Sam their drinks were coming right up, but with one condition. They’d owe me a story about those fake I.D.s and what had brought them to the middle-of-nowhere joint that night.

This I wanted to remember, those stories over beers, the phony ones that gradually turned into truth. The eating road food and the sleeping in motels, the hunts and the saved lives, all those parts that were pushing back in, filling up my mind.

I knew how to hold on and I wasn’t letting a bit of it spill out. Well, mostly. Could not for the life of me hold on to the parts about dying.

Still. I knew it was only real for me, just like I knew that would eventually change. Because they’d turn up again. One of them. Both of them. At some point.

So for now, the angel went back to be with my friends.

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Royal Flush: Part 3

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 1572

Summary: In the aftermath of the party, you sit at war with yourself before an unexpected visiter comes to call.

Authors Note: This, as always, is for my love @imhereforbvcky. What a marvelous human you are, I am so grateful for your support and friendship. If you all haven’t read her writing, she’s incredible, seriously. go check out her Masterlist. Anyway, hope you all enjoy it. Italics represent inner rambling.

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## Part 1 And  Part 2

For fucks sake… why won’t you work!? You silently curse at the equation sitting in front of you. A simple physics problem that Tony had asked you to address. It was predicted to support a correction to the suit that would allow for less wind resistance from the suit when flying, that is if you were able to prove it correct, however your brain was refusing to concentrate.

You try again, willing the numbers and figures to make sense, but the familiar pit in your stomach remained, distracting you from your solution. You could feel your heart pound in your head, your memory torturing you as the burn of his touch on your jaw flashes through your mind.

T’Challa in front of you… holding your chin… he wanted to kiss me. He was going to kiss me. He’s also engaged. You remind yourself flatly, quieting the excitement of the voice in your head. But he wanted to kiss me. He was going to kiss me… Wasn’t he? Your mind swims with the familiar argument that had been spinning in your head for the past 4 days, ever since that night.

“I find you very… appealing as well…” He had said that! Right? That’s what he said. Wasn’t it? He finds me… But he’s engaged! Your inner monologue roars, trying desperately to restore rational thought. Well at least he’s a Prince with princely duties and what not. He’s probably back in Wakanda by now, with his flawless fiancé and his brilliant mind… and his silken voice… his smooth confidence…