#what do you mean he screamed about not wanting to go back to purgatory

[phatcatphergus]

I love seeing posts about streams I can’t watch like “omg I can’t wait to be emotionally devastated later!!!!🥰💕”

#what do you mean tubbo was downed like 80 times from eye workers #what do you mean he screamed about not wanting to go back to purgatory #what do you mean he saw the shrek shit hole #qsmp tubbo #qsmp #tubbo

[charliehoennam]

aftermath.

A/N: nobody asked for this, but all I've seen is Will smut (which I totally love, don't get me wrong) but I need some vulnerable Will

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: grief, mourning, sad!will, mentions of death, mentions of Will's military past and Tom's funeral

One of the things you've always admired about Will is his strength. He was always the one to put on a brave face and push on. The captain in him had the duty of moving forward and completing whatever mission was at hand, whether it was getting his team to the landing zone or grocery shopping day at home.

It was that very same strength he possessed that got him through the darkest times in his life.

Losing his war veteran grandfather, losing his comrades in combat or to the haunting PTSD that they tried to chase away with substance abuse.

Before you came into his life, before he realized that he was lost in the same fog of that purgatory of PTSD, shutting his emotions out is the only thing he knew. After all that time, he came to believe it was easier than having to deal with them.

It just wasn't a priority; a moment of tears he refused to share with anyone anywhere other than sat naked and alone on the shower floor.

Tom wasn't the first friend he'd lost, but it doesn't mean it made losing him any easier.

It was easy for him to plaster a smile and bury his grief deep down until he felt it was time to unbury it and mourn.

Getting to that point of self-awareness was a victory in itself.

It took so much patience and love and pain, not only on his behalf but yours as well, to help him to understand what he was really struggling with.

He hadn't realized it had gotten so uncontrollable until the incident at Publix - the grand revelation of the weapon he could be, once shred of his humanity, provided the cathartic acceptance of the fact that he needed help.

Upon federal investigation, the story they told was that Tom had been shot and killed in a tragic mugging incident on their consultation trip. Just a boys' night out gone bad.

It wasn't too hard to believe, given they were 5 foreigners in a country that wasn't theirs. The heat from the Feds didn't last long. Thanks to Santiago's few but faithful contacts, that investment was quickly brought to an end.

It's barely 6 a.m. and you're stood in the kitchen making coffee, still processing how this all happened.

Your black dress is simple but elegant and modest against your body. Despite the itchy fabric, you can feel the early morning chill soaking through.

The dripping of the coffee maker lures you into a whirlwind of thoughts. You watch the droplets of dew form on the kitchen window against the cloudy sky which threatens to rain.

You start to second guess the toast when it pops up in the toaster. You're not the slightest bit hungry and you're positive Will won't be either, but you have to try.

He hasn't eaten right in the past couple days. You didn't say anything, but you've noticed the few bites he'd given his food and the way he'd pick at it.

He should've been ready and downstairs by now, so you decide to go up and check on him.

Moving forward is hard for most people, but for Will, it's what keep the pain at bay. The problem is when he stops.

Like a tornado, he's left with the screaming silence and the damage it left in it's wake.

Now that he's home, the mission of bringing Tom home is complete, the hard truth that his friend and mentor is gone has begun to sink in.

You gently knock on the door as you reach your shared bedroom.

"Honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm good, sweetheart. I'll be right out."

You can hear him sniffle despite his attempt to sound as normal as possible. Unconvinced, you turn the knob and open the door.

He's sat on the edge of the bed wearing a simple black suit as he looks back over his shoulder at you with a Marine coin in hand, a gift from Tom when Will confessed about his therapy sessions.

You aren't too surprised to see he changed out of the formal military blue suit he had out on earlier.

The ribbons, the medals, the badges... He couldn't put them on without feeling the crushing and staining weight of guilt.

"Lat minute outfit change?"

The corner of your lips curl in an attempt to smile, hoping to cheer him up with a bit of tease.

"I was gonna wear my dress blues, but..." he trails off for a moment to swallow hard. "Just didn't feel right."

Without a word, you quietly walk over and sit beside him. You're not sure what he needs right now, but you don't want him to feel alone.

"Black is more flattering if you ask me," you speak up.

His beard twitches as he attempts to smile. He knows you just want to help him feel better. Yet all he can do is stare down at the gold coin.

"Five times... Five times. Five close calls. And he survived them all. He didn't deserve to go out like that. He just wanted to help his family."

You fight back tears as you listen to him with an arm wrapped his back as you press your cheek to his shoulder.

"I told Santi to get him in. I said I'd go if Tom was in. Tom didn't even want to go in the first place. He didn't-"

There's a crack in his voice which he catches it in his throat to compose himself. He sniffles letting a tear cascade down his cheek only to wipe it away quickly, hoping you hadn't seen it.

"This isn't on you, Will."

He nods although you both know deep inside that he won't stop blaming himself.

"When you told me you were a marine, I knew the risks that came with that, Will. Every knock on the door had my heart racing. But I decided to stay with you because I love you. There wasn't a person on earth or a God in the sky that was gonna tell me otherwise. I knew the risks and I took 'em anyways because not having you would've hurt more... I don't understand how fate works other than we all end up the same. What I do know is that all we can do is love our close ones and cherish the good memories you have of them."

With a tearful and silent nod, he lowers his head and rests it against your chest. His arms lock around your waist as he surrenders to the tears in your embrace.

The tears quietly trickle down your cheeks as you listen to him finally breaking down.

With your lips pressed against his golden hair, you hold him in your arms and stroke the hair on the back of his neck to soothe him for as long as he needs.

All you can do is hold him through it and he couldn't be more thankful to have you in such a vulnerable moment after having faced them on his own for so many years.

Just the feeling of not being alone was overwhelming enough, but to have you holding him and reminding him of the things that are easy to ignore in grief give him hope.

Although he feels he's coming apart, he knows that he'll have the strength he's always had.

It's different now. It's not the strength to bury and forget; it's the strength to heal.

With a sigh of relief after a long, vulnerable moment, he pulls away from you and nods, mentally assuring himself that he's alright.

Upon arriving at the church, you're greeted by Molly so you offer your deepest condolences due to the circumstances. Just as Will, you find that the guys have all opted to wear normal black suits instead of the formal military uniform and you wonder if it's for the same reason.

"Sorry for that," he sniffles wiping his eyes as he tries to regain his composure, swallowing hard with guilt. "We should get going... I don't wanna be late."

You remind him that there is no need to apologize and that he can take the time to splash some water on his face to help him recollect before leaving.

Frankie doesn't say a word other than to Molly and the girls, apologizing for their loss. Throughout the priest's religious ceremony of easing words, Benny's apathetic eyes are glued to Tom's casket set in front of the church between his military portrait and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers. During Will's heartfelt eulogy, Santiago keeps his head lowered as the guilt consumes him.

The grift and sadness during the wake only follow and weigh heavier during the long walk to the gravesite, lingering among the guests of the funeral like a dark cloud. It's only reflected in depths by the light rain pitter-pattering all around.

The military traditions at the funeral leave a bitter tinge of irony in the boys as they watch Tom's casket lowering into the ground.

Tess's happy big doey eyes are now swollen and red as she cries under her mother's arm, hugging the folded flag as if it were her dad, while Molly holds her other and youngest daughter under the other arm.

Looking over at Will, you see that he's trying his hardest to keep his strong facade as well as the boys.

You slide your hand into his and whisper to remind him he's not alone and doesn't have to feel alone.

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he nods.

"You with me?"

"I'm with you."

You and Will - as well as the guys and Tom's family - are the last to leave, reminding Molly that you're more than willing to help with anything.

Will, however, lingers a moment to speak to her private and tells her about the fund. You can tell from her reaction, she's genuinely surprised and thankful, relieved to know that she'll be able to pay for the funeral.

Having called your boss the previous day to let them know you wouldn't be going to work due to the funeral, you take the rest of the day off to recover from the overwhelming day after the funeral.

The drive home is quiet save for the rain against the car and the windshield, echoing into the vehicle which you insisted on driving to give Will some mental ease. He didn't put up a fight. He was quite relieved you'd offered.

In spite of being eager to understand how he's doing, you refuse to burden him with constant questions and decide to respect his mourning process. So, you keep a hand on his thigh to remind you're in this together.

He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he is grateful for your respect and your thoughtfulness. His hand rests over yours and doesn't leave until you have to pull your hand back to turn the steering wheel, but it finds it's way back onto his leg, warm fully welcomed by his engulfing hand.

As you're undressing in your room, Will's hand catches yours while you're unzipping your dress.

"Thanks... I don't know about you, but I'd say this weather is perfect cuddling weather," you share letting the dress hang loosely off your shoulders.

Will smiles shyly as if you'd read his mind and locks his arms around your waist.

"I couldn't agree more."

#william miller #will miller #william ironhead miller #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #will miller x you #will miller x y!n #will ironhead miller headcanon #will ironhead miller x reader #william ironhead miller fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier imagines #charlie hunnam

[generalpalacefishgoop]

More Tina demon lore with Em!

5 February 2024

Twitch VOD ID : 2054734389

08:52:53 - 09:09:00

[Transcript]

Em :"wait, does mamae know you are...yk”

Tina :”What? A what? My child? What? What?You mean like? – No…And- and that's OK. There's no reason. There's no reason for that to be a thing. You know what I mean? It's gonna be alright.” 

Em :”eomma o-o”

Tina :”What's the matter? It'll be fine... Everything's going to be OK... Things are steady. This is good. This is fresh. We're far away from the- 

Em :”I won’t tell her if you don’t want that”

Tina :”We're lock boxes. And we throw away the key. Not to put that burden on you. Listen, that's why I didn't want you to know in the 1st place, you know. You're too young. But of course. Your other mom. Mousington. You know, she's- she's bold and brave, so she- she loves to talk about it. Dare I say it was her that wrote the book and put it on that bookshelf! That rapscallion.” 

Em :”I don’t get why you hate it…uncle Bad and mami are awesome”

Tina :”Well. There's no way you're saying this about- about- about Bad, though. I mean, you know. 

Em :*starts hitting Tina*

Tina :”Listen, SoulFire. That guy was a menace, OK? Listen, I'll still rep soul fire till the day I die.”

Em :”HE IS MY FAV UNCLE”

Tina :”Listen, he's one of my favorite people too, to be clear. He's given me a lot of stuff.”

Em :*falling into pieces emote* “Is that all he is to all of you?”

Tina :”No, but of course not. Well, this was before your time, but there were moments where I would be doing things just as I usually do in the middle of the night, and he would always be there. Always listening, always watching like a shadow in the night. If I needed Scorchia, he was there. If I needed Mending. He was there weirdly, without a word being spoken, he just knew.”

Em :”so like a friend”

Tina :”-And little did I know back then, I didn't know better than to make a deal with the devil, you know? But I did it anyways.” 

Em :”what”

Tina :”Back then, we had an arrangement. A breakfast arrangement. It's kind of funny that you're my child now and you have pancakes on your head, but I would make him breakfast a lot. Um- for stuff. So, it was a fair trade. Some would say. It was a fair trade fair. It was fair. It was good. It was fine.”

Em :”so you had a deal? Not friends”

Tina :”I mean, we're- we're friends. And you know, in purgatory, he was very helpful, very helpful. He was good. He was like a rabid dog that hadn't eaten in days. One of the most blood hungry people I've ever met in my life. But if that's your favorite uncle, I mean, by all means, that's totally ok, you know, like, but that's- that's just how. Demons can be, you know, It's just, it's like, you know? Well, you could ask your mom about it. He made her team a living hell.”

Em :”after him is Tubbo and Pac :D”

==================

Afterwards, Em asks Tina about how is hell like.

Em :”how is hell? :O”

Tina :”Don't worry about it, it's fine. It's listen…, it's um…let me think. Let me think about it. Hmm. It's-It's like a Walmart, you know, like you could go, but like, why would you? You know, there's other options. You know what I mean? Like, just stay up here. It's nice, it's safe. Like-it's a fun time. The flames are like those really annoying fluorescent lights. And there's just screams and it's- it's very overstimulating.”

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp tinakitten #qsmp empanada #qsmp demon lore

[piratesmyass]

I'll do a little analyzing of this picture, because I'm normal.

The crew did a good job of repairing the ship. They probably got the money by selling a bunch of treasure the Kraken Crew hoarded (and didn't throw overboard) since Stede's crew had nothing. At least something good to come out of that absolute bog of a situation.

You can still kinda see the damage on the mast they hadn't fixed. Maybe symbolising that the core of the problem still hasn't been sorted. Or I could be imagining things. Either way wonderful attention to detail from the creators, kudos.

ROPE. ROPE EVERYWHERE. Ehm. I'm absolutely normal about the amount of rope around here. It's essential for every boat to have a lot of rope to hold everything.... I'm not gonna get too deep into rope symbolisms, but it can often mean strength, security and working as a team. And look what these two are doing. I'm going to scream so much.

Stede is obviously SO nervous to jump. He's leaning on the mast with his ass back and is NOT ready. Also seems like he's in the middle of turning his head towards Izzy to ask him something. Little does he know there's a surprise being prepared for him, HA! (Don't worry I'm getting to him too)

These gloves 😭 Babygirl doesn't want to get callouses so bad he put on gloves akin to a falconer's. OR. OR he could be trying to emulate Izzy? Who wears gloves? Hm? Either way he looks ridiculous in them. Love it.

Speaking of Izzy. He looks so tiny here. *breaks down crying* There's no soot on his face, he's dressed all clean and he looks so confident. Also his hair is tidy again :') This is quite a good shot for art reference. You can also see the wound on his forehead. He's not hiding it anymore. God, I'm soft.

Oh god. He's looking at it so intensly. He's fucking aiming. That's the face of a man about to strike. You can see his left arm is a bit smudgy from how fast he's trying to slap dat ass. He's also got that mischievous look in his eyes.

And he's SMILING about it. (is it a smile? It's kinda vague. It looks like a smile, though. It definitely develops into a smile according to the clip)

He's concentrating on slapping Stede's rear so much he's not even paying attention to what his other arm is doing and it looks so silly just hanging there I can't-

Anyway yeah, whatever happens with these two, I'm here for it. I entrust my soul into David's hands and let him lead the way. Heaven, Hell or Purgatory.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #stede bonnet #izzy hands #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #Our flag means death

[silkscream]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬.

ੈ✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader

ੈ✩ summary: the one where eddie escapes the bats and vecna, too, all so he can find salvation in a bathtub with you.

ੈ✩ warnings: spoilers, gore, angst

thinking about eddie “the freak” munson, whose macabre demeanor and all-black attire is enough to spook the hawkins high student body, meanwhile, you know he wouldn’t hurt a fly. just because his daddy taught him how to shoot a gun when he was ten years old doesn’t mean shit – eddie knows that nancy wheeler has a better chance of hitting a bullseye than he ever will. hell, he’d probably panic with a pistol in his hand as opposed to his guitar or a sword. at least then, he could pretend to be in hellfire mode. 

but no, when the bats attack him, and he runs towards the defense instead of running away from it, he feels as though their sharp teeth are going to be the last thing he feels, puncturing his insides until he bleeds out. 

but they don’t get him yet, not before dustin henderson throws a molotov cocktail at the swarm of fuckers so that eddie can slice a spear through a few bats at once. a shrieking roar erupts, which makes eddie follow dustin on his tail back to the portal at the greatest speed he’s ever ran. it’s strange, once he falls through the earth again, back bruising from the stiff, dusty mattress, yet dustin is nowhere to be found. when he opens his eyes, he sees chrissy cunningham floating above him, cracked limbs and bloody eye sockets while he screams and screams and screams.

“eddie! eddie, wake up, please! i’m right here. eddie!”

he jolts awake before vecna even enters the room. 

dustin widens his eyes in shock as eddie collapses into your arms, stunned and panting at how quickly he’d just escaped. all from the sound of your voice.

“y/n, how– how did you do that?” dustin demands. 

“do what? what the fuck just happened?” you cry, holding your best friend closer into your arms. his head lulls back, blinking rapidly at the fluorescents. anywhere but the hole to hell in the ceiling of his trailer.

“eddie just escaped vecna after you told him to wake up!”

“i-i don’t know what– i didn’t do anything–”

“CODE RED, ASSHOLE!” buzzes through dustin’s walkie, the frantic yells of erica coming through static. everyone’s eyes widen. max.

“dustin, you have to bike to the house,” you say breathlessly.

“what about you guys–”

“i’ll take care of eddie,” you say sternly. and with that, the kid’s wild curls billow into the darkness as you watch from the window.

a sudden lurch from eddie’s chest causes him to double over in pain, clutching his side. a cough of blood. a slight choke. when you turn him over, you see deep cuts torn into his hellfire t-shirt.

“hey. hey. can you hear me, eds? ‘m gonna help you clean up, okay? stay with me.”

he nods with despondence. 

“fuck,” he groans as he leans into your shoulder while your arms wrap around his body. it’s embarrassing how such an exclamation can make you blush, especially when your best friend had just gotten attacked by demonic entities. the sight of eddie nearly slipping back into unconsciousness makes your heart want to crumble.

he sets himself down on the floor while you’re quick to run the bath. he watches you carefully, noticing that black sabbath shirt of his that you’re wearing like he hadn’t seen you just hours prior to entering the upside down. was he still in a vision? maybe this was purgatory. or better yet, heaven.

heaven feels a hell of a lot like home considering the aroma of tea tree-scented body wash filling his nose. eddie doesn’t quite remember getting undressed, but he’s somehow shocked to see his bloody sides and the crimson red of the water. like a baptism by the devil.

when he looks up, however, he only sees an angel. you, in your cuffed jeans and combat boots with wet hands combing through his blood-soaked curls, delicate hands rubbing the length of his back. eddie winces when you reach his sides, and when he sees your face, it almost feels like the first time.

“you still here with me, edison?” you murmur.

“man, don’t call me that,” he huffs. your giggle makes him grin. perhaps this is the closest to normalcy the two of you will get for the rest of the night.

“where does it hurt?”

“everywhere,” he responds shakily. “can- can you…”

he swallows a lump in his throat. you question him.

“can y’just get in here with me? please?”

you share a glance that feels like forever.

“i mean, drain the bloody water and shit, first. unless you don’t, uh–”

“okay.”

eddie’s nakedness makes him feel vulnerable, which is new. the two of you have been best friends since middle school. you’d gone skinny-dipping together the summer before senior year even started. why did he suddenly feel his insides melt like his limbs were on fire?

“thanks for saving me back there.” you furrow your brows.

“was that really me? i don’t know how you got out, i didn't play metallica or anything while vecna possessed you. unless you were quick with the good memories? i don’t really know how any of this works,” you ramble, shyly discarding your clothes to step into the new running water. in front of eddie, you hug your knees to your chest as you stare at your toes instead of his big, brown eyes. 

“maybe it was just the sound of your voice.”

“yeah, right.”

“magic has no bounds,” eddie shrugs, flashing you a lopsided smile. “you of all people should know that.”

a sheepish grin. with a sly smile, you tuck your head into your knees for a second, but eddie reaches out to coax your hands into his. his calloused palms are rough from all that guitar-playing when for weeks and weeks he’d practiced that damn metallica solo that you couldn’t unhear even in your sleep. 

“open your mouth,” you whisper.

“you getting kinky on me now?”

“shut up.”

he parts his lips while you reach over to the back pocket of your jeans strewn in front of the tub. in between two fingers, you hold a joint, to which a tiny lighter ignites it. you hold it to his lips.

“for the pain.”

“really should go into nursing, y’know,” he teases, pearly white showing through his grin. it’s still incredible to you that he can still be himself, a smiling little shit in a way that makes you preen even when he’d just escaped gruesome deaths. 

“y/n.” your name echoes in his mouth, bounces off the bathroom walls like a hymn. in this hellscape, the bathtub you submerge yourselves in is the wine-dark sea, maybe, cherry waves rippling in the water from your shared exhales.

“eddie.”

slowly, he leans over. just slightly. close enough for you to notice the crimson of his once-bloody mouth. the smell of pennies. pine-scented shampoo. he gets close to you like you’re the wild animal baring teeth, and briefly you think of that stupid poem you’d copy in your notebook over and over. 

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.

the kiss is not all-consuming, not yet. it isn’t devouring no matter how hard your brain fills with sirens, because it’s all sedated once his hand caresses your jaw, silver rings tickling your earlobe. when your breath hitches, he dives in deeper, tongue slipping into your mouth until you mewl the tiniest bit. 

yeah. maybe it really was your voice that brought him back. he’ll remember that for next time.

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #not the summary fucking rhyming am i dr. seuss.

[scoobydoodean]

do you think dean only valued cas for his powers/usefulness? i know we see him enjoying his company but do you think he would if cas had never done anything for him? this isn’t deancrit more than simply pondering

Of course Dean values Cas for more than his powers/usefulness. Dean loves Cas. Cas is family and his best friend. If Dean only cared about Cas being useful, he wouldn't have kept Cas's coat in his car for a whole season (after Cas betrayed his trust and broke his brother's brain and everything). He wouldn't have refused to leave Purgatory with Benny before finding Cas. He would have banished Ishim to save his own skin in 12.10. He would not have argued with Sam about sending Lucifer into battle against Amara inside Cas. He wouldn't have sat pleading with Cas and calling him family as Cas was beating him to death. He wouldn't have plead with Chuck to bring back Cas and kill him and Sam (15.19). Cas couldn't have been his big win in early season 13 that turned him off the path of suicide if he only cared about him being useful. This compilation video is quite exhaustive and worth a watch.

I find your second, related question very perplexing. There’s an implicit premise in that question that I object to, and that premise is that if we were to remove Cas "doing things" "for" Dean over the course of season 4 such as:

Cas showing sympathy for Dean in 4.16 to the point of getting demoted (which very much did mean something to Dean).

Cas helping Dean leap out of the flow of causality in 4.18.

Cas in 4.20 (completely of his own accord because he knew it was wrong) reaching out to Dean through Dean's dreams and begging him to meet so Cas could tell Dean the angels were going to start the apocalypse only to get attacked by angels and dragged kicking and screaming back to heaven for reprogramming before he could rebel.

Cas rebelling and helping Dean try and stop Sam in 4.22.

What we'd be left with is a sort of "neutral" but still "good" Castiel, deserving of Dean's love and friendship, but potentially denied it because he failed to do what Dean wanted him to do in 4.18 and 4.22. In reality, if we remove Cas's acts of rebellion in season 4 (which are predicated upon Cas's doubts and convictions and desire to do the right thing—not him being some poor lovesick puppy) what we are left with is someone who uses Dean.

So let's not get it backwards: Dean and Cas's relationship starts with the angels only valuing Dean for his usefulness—not the other way around—and season 4 Castiel is Dean's handler. He shows up periodically to order Dean to do things for the angels (4.07, 4.09, 4.10, 4.16), take him places against his will (4.03, 4.16), tell him vaguely what his destiny is (4.02, 4.16, 4.18, 4.21), and get him to do things for heaven's purposes like prevent seals from being broken and interrogate demons for information. Cas holds the power between them every single time they are in a room together, and without the acts of rebellion that contrast his colder moments, all we are left with is someone who might get to tell Dean he has doubts in 4.07 and might get confronted by Anna over his complicity in the evil the angels are doing in 4.10, 4.16, and 4.22, but who never actually acts on his convictions and doubts because he is ultimately (at best) a coward who values the safety of orders over what he knows is right.

Without Cas's acts of rebellion, we don't get some poor neutral wet cat. We get someone who learns his superiors are going to carry out an apocalypse that will kill billions and does nothing. We get someone who threatens to throw Dean back into hell if he doesn't obey, threatens to harm Sam if Dean doesn't stop him from drinking demon blood (4.03), manipulates Dean into doing things Cas wants him to do (4.15), kidnaps Dean to force him to torture someone (4.16), and kidnaps Dean again to store him in a gilded cage while his brother unleashes the apocalypse... and then afterward, he'd be expected to help Zachariah force Dean to say "Yes" to Michael with manipulations, beatings, and threats to Dean and everyone he cares about. Expecting Dean to love that Cas (because why? Because Cas feels "bad" about treating him like a living doll?) is essentially a demand that Dean develop Stockholm Syndrome.

Season 4 Cas and Dean are not friends (Cas himself says this first, in 4.02). When Dean asks Cas to rebel in 4.18 and 4.22, he is not asking that of Cas as a friend who wants Cas to do him a favor. He is, as a human being—begging his angel handler who he knows has doubts to be a person instead of choosing to behave as a mindless robot whose only function is to unquestioningly carry out heaven's orders when he knows the orders are wrong (Anna does the same thing in 4.16 and 4.21!) In 4.22, Cas makes an assertion about his care for Dean. He says he's "sorry", but with every intention of continuing to hold Dean prisoner and carry out the apocalypse, and Dean punches him in the face for it because Cas isn't a friend at all and his "sorry" is empty if he's just going to continue being Dean's kidnapper (Anna rejected the same sort of false-ringing "sorry" from Cas in 4.10 when he was about to execute her).

One of the most perplexing beliefs in fandom about Cas that I tend to encounter is the idea that Cas rebelled against heaven entirely and purely "for" Dean. Most of fandom pushes this idea with no ill will because it's romantic, while smaller sectors of fandom push this narrative as way of claiming Cas gave Dean some kind of benevolent "gift" when he fell and Dean now owes him for eternity for Cas being so selfless and nice and loving, and Dean doesn't appreciate his sacrifices enough. Cas did not rebel as some "gift" to Dean. Cas chose to do the right thing.

Cas's entire season 4 arc is about him struggling with doubts about God's plan. He and Uriel keep getting orders they struggle to understand, and they both (in very different ways) end up realizing they can no longer obey without losing all sense of identity and violating all of their beliefs and convictions (4.07, 4.10, 4.16). Without Dean even knowing about it at first, Cas already rebelled against heaven in 4.20, after finding out the angels were going to start the apocalypse. He simply got caught and punished back into obedience. When Dean convinces Cas to rebel in 4.22, it is the second time Cas is overtly choosing to rebel against heaven and the apocalypse plan. The first time in 4.20 has nothing to do with Dean begging or pleading—he didn't even know. Dean convinces Cas to uphold his already existing convictions in 4.22. He pleads with Cas, saying, "You were going to help me once, weren't you, before they dragged you off to Bible camp. Help me now—please!"

What attracts Cas and Dean to one another over the course of season 4 is their mutual care for others—their love for people and their desire to do the right thing. Cas keeps showing Dean that, while he is struggling and conflicted, he loves humanity and he wants to do the right thing. He just isn't sure what that is (4.07, 4.16). Dean understands that and it attracts him to Cas. Dean's conviction and bravery in standing up to Cas's superiors to protect humanity, in turn, attracts Cas to Dean. A Dean who does not fight and claw for the sake of love is not someone Cas would have grown to care for in the way our Cas does, and a Cas who never rebels is not the man Dean grew to care for either. Maybe in a coffee shop AU, they meet and Dean likes that Cas is a bit of a dork. But in the actual canon of the show, removing Cas's conviction and desire to rebel does not make him a neutral character who just isn't "useful".

The love that develops between Dean and Cas's has nothing to do with what one "owes" the other or how "useful" they are to each other because their connection was never about that to begin with. It's about common values and common love for humanity. You cannot remove either ones convictions and rebelliousness in canon and have the same story and the same characters revolving around one another with the same mutual respect and mutual understanding. Dean loves Cas for his personality, and also for his rebellion. Not because Cas's rebellion makes Cas useful, but because it is a reflection of Cas's values, convictions, and character in the world they both live in, where they are both asked to make choices that go against their convictions by forces of evil and choose to fight and claw for what is right.

Of course there's a lot to Dean and Cas's friendship. A whole 12 seasons of content!!! There are moments where I think Cas starts to feel like he only exists to be useful to others, but there are also moments where Dean feels like Cas just wants to use him too, or like Cas doesn't give a shit about him and considers him a burden or disposable. There's a strange urge in fandom to frame Dean and Cas's friendship as one where only Cas is ever left feeling insecure or hurt, and that is wildly false.

#mail #and cas is my best friend #4.22 #4.18 #4.16 #4.20 #castiels motivations #season 4

[iwriteloveletters]

Bring Me to Life (Yan!Eren Yeager x Reader)

Hello its me again! This is my first ever x reader fic and I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope if you stumble across this you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Warnings - None

Spoilers - NOT SPOILER FREE

Description - After Eren loses you, the love of his life, and then his own life. He goes back in time to a simpler time of the world including his own; where you're alive. He now decides he has to do whatever he needs to in order to save you.

Words - 3.5K

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Chapter One - Reunion

“I’ll see you later, Eren.” Was the last thing he heard before darkness flooded his vision. He heard sobs and screams echo amidst the darkness he saw. Still feeling the warmth of Mikasa's arms around his head. 

He finally did it, he would think to himself. He started the rumbling and wiped out 80% of humanity, all at the cost of his own life in return for his friends' lives. But what about you? What happened to you? 

You were killed during the attack on Marley, he saw it coming of course and didn’t do anything to stop it but it affected him more than expected. You were someone he admired, loved, and cherished. Of course it was going to affect him, but why didn’t he stop it? He had faith that you were gonna change your own future, you were going to survive and you were going to be seen as a hero just like the others; but instead you became a part of the statistic of soldiers that didn’t make it back home alive. You and Sasha never made it back home, neither did Hange. He thought the way a nineteen year old hopelessly in love would. 

It was still dark but he was still conscious. He was supposed to be dead. Why is he still in the dark? He was expecting to be in Hell for his sins and crimes against humanity. All he knew was that this wasn’t the Paths, Purgatory, or Heaven. This was something entirely different. 

The echoed screams and sobs abruptly stopped while he was questioning where he was, he heard a voice – it was Mikasa’s. 

“Eren… Eren…” He heard her speak, her voice was higher pitched. She was younger. 

He opened his eyes to the sight of her, the sunlight blinding him on top of that. 

“Why were you crying?” She asked the now younger Eren, he touched his face and felt his wet cheek. 

He looked down at his hands and it confirmed his thoughts, he was young again! Does that mean you were here too? He had to find out. 

Mikasa waved her hands in front of his eyes, “Hello… Why were you crying? Are you okay?” 

He came back to his new reality, once again lost in his thoughts, “I had a weird dream that’s all.” He said, excited to see all his friends again. 

“About what?” 

“I forgot.” 

She helped him up from his spot under the tree and said that he needed to continue gathering wood for his mother. He felt a wave of emotion hit him. 

His mom was back, his mom was back and she wasn't a Martyr for a nine year long goal. Not yet, did he have to witness it all again. He has to find everyone and everything he lost. 

He nodded and followed Mikasa along. It was quiet, he used to hate silent walks but after everything that happened he can appreciate something as trivial as a silent walk for once in his life. 

They bumped into Armin on the way home, saving him from the bullies he had, which he also appreciates. He gets to feel like the hero again even if the real hero was Mikasa, like always. 

They all talked and shared laughs afterwards, Armin thanking them for their help and Mikasa and Eren saying it was no big deal; they were friends of course. 

They were friends again. Eren’s heart was feeling full once again. 

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Eren blurted out, if everyone was fine and if this was his very real past, you were there too. You had to be there. 

“Hmm…” Armin hummed, “I passed them while they were on the way to the market with their mom. Maybe they’re still there?”

“Wanna go meet up with them?” Mikasa adds. 

Eren nodded as fast as he could, he wanted to see you more than anything, those four years away from you hurt more than anything. All the letters he wrote but couldn’t send out because he had a goal to focus on. How hurt you must have been to not be able to hear from him and die the same night you were supposed to reunite. How hurt he was to hear of your demise.

He remembers that night so clearly, he was only able to get a glimpse of you before overhearing from Connie and Armin that you were shot in the face right in front of Connie’s eyes after the mission was a half success. The ride home was Hell, that was his punishment.

He decided right in that alley that he would not let this happen again, he would stray from his intended path the way he thought you were going to. He would save and protect you from the cruelty of humanity.

“He seems so spaced out.” Armin said to Mikasa.

“I know, he’s been like this since I woke him up. Maybe he’s still tired.”

“I can hear you guys.” 

“Well, we have been waiting for you so we can meet up with (Y/N)!” Armin tugged on his sleeve.

“Right, right. Let’s go, who knows how long they’ll be there for.”  

Armin nodded and let Eren lead the way, he was so eager to reach you and see you once again for what felt like years. A moment away from you felt like he was back in the Paths, you could only imagine what the time after your death and Eren’s stay in Marley felt like. 

“So Eren, have you been alright?” Armin questioned him, Eren has been silent this entire time and only speaks a minimum of 10 words every few minutes. Eren has never been the silent type. The young boy always had an opinion or a comment to make, he never held back so it was odd to see him like this.

“Yes.” He replied without a second thought. 

But was he really fine? He was rightfully killed and suddenly he's ten years old meeting up with someone long gone. Someone innocent, someone who should have never been a soldier. 

“Uhuh.” Mikasa muttered. 

“Why wouldn’t I be fine?!” Eren raised his voice, there was the Eren they knew. The loud Eren, the Eren who didn’t care about who could hear him. 

“Because this is the only time you raised your voice at us or anyone in general.” Armin chuckled. 

“Well maybe my throat hurts and I didn’t wanna yell.” He whined. 

The pair rolled their eyes in response to that, letting him slide with it today because clearly something more was up but they just couldn’t tell what. Mikasa was gonna be sure to interrogate him so she and Armin can know later on .

“(Y/N)!” Armin shouted and rushed towards you, Mikasa following. They were so happy to see you, it may have only been a few days but you were a very good friend of the trio; they were always gonna be happy to see you. You were like a missing piece to the puzzle, you got along with all three of them so well. It made your parents so delighted considering you didn’t have many friends before them. Eren met you on the right day at the right time and now you have three amazing friends.

There stood Eren, watching you. You were alive, he couldn’t believe it. He wanted to cry right in front of you three but he didn’t allow himself. It almost felt like a reunion, the reunion he wanted when he came back from Marley but wasn’t allowed to have. Instead he was met with both your demise and his. 

“Eren?” Your voice snapped him back into reality, he really has to stop spacing out and processing everything in real time before you all make him see his dad about issues he can’t yet comprehend. 

“Hm?” He hummed. 

You let out a laugh at the sight of him trying to be aloof knowing he was far from it, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost and Mikasa and Armin agree you’ve been acting strange.”

He might as well have seen a ghost when he saw you, your cheeks flushed from walking around the long market for so long, your hair a slight mess from the wind, and your breathing were all indicators that you were alive and well. He still couldn’t have believed that he was staring and you and you were staring back at him. 

He pulls you in for a hug, exhaling a large amount of air past your shoulder as though he were holding his breath, he was gonna cry he felt it. The painful lump in his throat stuck in place, preventing his ability to talk. 

More memories came in, hitting him like a train. The grave, you never made it back home to receive the burial you wanted if you ever succumbed to the titans – but you succumbed to humanity instead, and the fact he never got to give you the life he promised you; even if you didn’t know it and it was impossible in the first place. 

Before everything fell apart in the first life he took a moment alone to visit your grave site, adorned with flowers and your name engraved in it, but unfortunately there was nothing under it, it felt like he wasn’t seeing you and just a decorated rock. And that broke his heart, yet he didn’t allow himself to cry. The same way he’s not letting himself cry right now.

“Are you okay… when have you ever hugged anyone?” You asked, starting to worry about your friend. 

Armin and Mikasa were watching in the background, they were confused. They knew him for a while now and never saw him really hug a friend that way, he hugged them of course but he hugged you like you were going to move out of Shiganshina and never visit or write to them ever again. It was odd and they desperately needed to find out what it is that's wrong with you. 

He suddenly realized what he did and backed off, he wasn’t nineteen anymore. He was ten again and he needed to start from the ground up. Nobody knew what he did in the future or what happened to everyone; however, this may be his second chance. He may not be able to prevent some of the terrible things from happening. Your death. 

“Ummm… wow I don’t know what to say Eren.” You laughed nervously, having never received such a close hug from somebody. But there’s a first time for everything, you would think to yourself. 

“Don’t say anything.” Eren said while he stared right into your eyes. He felt so embarrassed it almost – no it did piss him off, how could he just show so much vulnerability in public like that, the future is already in terrible hands. Once again. 

“Are you sick Eren you’re acting really strange today.” Mikasa said while she was beginning to press her hand on his forehead.

He swats her hand away, “I’m fine, you guys keep asking me and I’m fine! You know what, I’m going home!” He stomped in the opposite direction to you guys. 

Mikasa sighs and follows, “Wait up Eren.” 

You and Armin wave goodbyes and go the separate ways as well. 

“Mikasa, Eren! Wait!” You caught up to them, “I know you don’t wanna hear this Eren but please see if your dad can figure out what’s going on with you, you’re worrying us.”

That made his heart skip beats, that made his heart flutter, for a moment he thought it stopped completely and he was going to die again. 

Not only were you alive but you cared about his well being, he never saw the little things you did or said until it was too late but he saw it now. The way your eyes light up at the sight of your friends, the way you hugged him even though his hug was out of the ordinary, and the way you were still worried about his well being even though he’s acting like a brat right now. He will cherish you so much more than he did before, he was given a second chance for a reason, he’s gonna do this the right way.

He’s gonna protect you no matter what, nothing will stop him. He promises you that, with once again not telling you. It’s his little secret. 

He hears Mikasa sigh, “(Y/N)’s right… we really should tell your dad. You could have a fever and it's getting to you, you’ve been acting really strange today. That only happens when you’re sick.”

“I’m fine.” He grumbled, he was fine. It’s not like he didn’t die an hour ago but he’s fine. It’s not like he didn’t lose the love of his life last month and was away from them before that, it’s not like he has heavier burdens in this life due to his knowledge of the future. But he’s fine, he convinces himself. 

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Mikasa, can you just drop it.” 

“Fine.” She looks down on the ground, making sure she doesn’t trip on anything. 

Maybe he should tell his dad but is that even an option? His father can see the future but could he foresee this happening? He didn't even kill the Reiss family yet, he must not know what's going on. He wouldn’t know what to do but Eren wants someone to know, it’s actually a lot more stressful this time around to be so aware of the future than he last remembered. Being in charge of changing your fate is even more stressful for ten year old Eren, he was determined to find a way for your sake. 

“I wonder what that dream was about.” Mikasa said as an attempt to kill the silence. 

“It was sad that’s all that I remember.” Eren said looking straight ahead, he was actually excited to head home. He hasn’t seen the inside of his own home since… forever! He doesn’t remember much of the inside of his home but he was excited to refresh his fuzzy memories of the cozy place. He wonders what his mom made too. 

With enough thinking and nervous thinking about what he was gonna say to his mother or how to prevent a reaction, they made it to his beloved home in no time. 

It looked so warm, he thought. He was finally gonna see his mother, he was gonna see the woman he killed to achieve a goal. He was feeling a bunch of emotions, guilt, hurt, grief, and anger were some of the emotions he experienced.  

The closer he got to the house the more he got nervous. He was ready, he had to convince himself. 

The pair walked into the sight of Grisha packing up for his work trip and Carla preparing tonight's dinner that consisted of potatoes, carrots, and celery. 

“Oh hello Eren, hello Mikasa.” Carla smiled.

Eren’s stomach dropped upon seeing her, she had all the characteristics needed to show that she was alive and well. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t hold back his tears. He wanted his mama more than anything right now. The future was scary, the life he led is even scarier, right now he needed the warmth of his mother more than anything. He was only ten after all. 

Eren collapses on the ground, tears flowing down his face. He couldn’t take it, seeing two– no three dead people in a day shocked him more than anything, his currently fragile heart couldn’t handle it. He believes he can stop your death but his moms? He doesn’t think he’s capable of stopping; the rumbling still needed to happen after all. This fact alone sent him further into tears. 

“Eren!?” Carla shouted as she ran towards him, Grisha following her as well.

No one has ever seen him like this, Carla is now worried sick about her sobbing boy’s well being too. 

“I’m sorry…” he wailed, “I’m so sorry mom.” Continuing to sob. 

When she first died was when he knew little to nothing about the situation he was about to find himself in so he was full of anger and never getting the chance to process it, he was too busy trying to fight for humanity and against it, there was no ounce of sadness in his heart for his mom the first time around. But now knowing she will die in a few days from now was the final thing to break him. He finally had room in his heart to grieve and his body was too small to know what to do with it. 

Carla pulled her close to him, causing him to sob even more. He hasn’t been hugged in years by his mother, he practically forgot the feeling. It all felt scarily new to him to feel his mothers warmth once again. 

Eren didn’t know how to explain himself so he continued to cry and shake his head ‘no’. Mikasa gathered a dry rag and some water for him to drink. Grisha standing there wondering what to do, no amount of medical school could prepare him for this. For fatherhood. He also knew what his own son was capable of doing, this current outburst took him by such surprise. 

“He’s been like this since he woke up from his nap,” Mikasa mentioned, “He almost started crying when he saw (Y/N).” Mikasa knew him like the back of her hand, while you may not have seen the tears and only noticed the silence, she knew it all. 

“How about you take another nap, love?” She said as she caressed the back of his head.

“No!!” He shook his head, he didn’t wanna step away from her again, he wanted to spend the last few days of life with her. He didn’t want to see her go, not when he just saw her again after all this time.

“You need to rest Eren, please listen to your mother.” Grisha butts in, “You need rest, you’re overwhelmed.”

“No no no!” He cried out again, he needs to stay here with her. He needs to be there for her remaining days. 

He began to cling onto Carla even more, his tiny arms around her neck and his overheating face buried into her shoulder. 

“Eren!” Carla shouted, there wasn’t anger in her voice however; she simply needed to get his attention somehow. 

He stopped screaming and crying to hear what she has to say, he may not have listened in his past life but he will now. This one time. 

“Eren… you need to rest, I will stay with you for a little bit but then I’d have to go because I have to make dinner. Would you like to have Mikasa stay with you afterwards?” She caressed the back of his head, as an attempt to remind her son he wasn’t in any danger, that he was safe and sound. 

“Okay.” He pouted, slightly embarrassed that he had an outburst like this. This was never like him but he couldn’t help himself. The grief was too much on his ten year old heart. 

“Perfect, Grisha my dear, do you think you could give Eren a quick check up to make sure he’s alright?” 

Grisha hummed and nodded his head, taking his equipment and heading to Erens room. 

.

“C’mon, let's get you checked out,” Carla pinched his cheeks and flashed him a smile, he wanted to cry again, he felt so whole and full of love, he wishes he could stay this way forever. Maybe Heaven was this, maybe Heaven was being a little boy again and seeing your friends and your precious mama. No titans, no war, this was true peace. 

“Okay…” He said as he let go of Carla, getting ready to follow her to his room. 

“And when I’m done, Mikasa and I can spend some time together while we prepare dinner!” She cheered. 

“Alright!” Mikasa smiled, she enjoyed spending time with Carla. After the loss of her parents, Carla and Grisha were the closest thing she had to parental figures. 

They finally made it to his room and he walked over to his bed with Carla following him and tucking him in, Grisha began to check his temperature. 

“Well… he’s not warm.” He stated, in other words: he’s perfectly fine and didn’t need medical attention.

“Better safe than sorry.” Carla said, kissing Eren on the forehead just to provide extra comfort and care. 

“Well I have to start heading out now so–” Eren cut him off. 

“Dad, I need to talk to you.” He said.

 Eren finally deciding to tell his father half of the truth. 

“Oh?” Grisha turned around.

Carla took that as her cue to leave, whatever it may be must be strictly between men she thought to herself.

He waited until Carla closed the door shut so he can surely speak with no listening ears or prying eyes around. 

“Well, she’s not here. What was it you wanted to talk about?” Grisha said, he chuckled to himself thinking about what it could be. Many possibilities were there, girls, Mikasa, you. Maybe he had a crush on one of you. 

Eren took a breath in for courage, he was already preparing himself to be told he was crazy. He was surely crazy but he was right. He knows what he saw and did. 

“Can you see the future?” He asked. 

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#attack on titan #eren x reader #eren yeager #yandere #yandere eren x reader #tw yandere

[arashrita]

Don't say you love me, unless you do.

He didn't have to act like an arse. Sure, he was stressed and busy. That overworking dude seriously. But, you were only trying to help him. The only thing you said was

"Hey, Lucifer! Do you want me to help you?"

What bad thing did you say? Exactly, nothing. But, there's a thing you see, people take your love and care for granted and forget that you have feelings too. Humans do that all the time. Can you really blame the demons? Yes, you can. Because being a bloody prick can never solve anything. What's bad is bad. Dosen't matter what species they are.

He went out of his way and called you "Pathetic, insufferable little human", "annoying happy-go-lucky", "immature and insensitive." Lots of other stuff probably, you don't even remember everything.

You didn't cry in front him. Instead, you stared back with a raging fire in your eyes and snapped "Damn, what all of them said about you is true after all."

That rendered him speechless. Good, you won't let him tear your soul just because he feels like it. You are so done being the sweet and forgiving one. Have they really forgotten that you can feel? That's it. That's so fucking it.

You had stormed off from his office and requested Solomon to pick you up. Surprising, that you didn't break down in tears. You could feel rage bubbling inside your veins like hot lava. Damn him and his stupid pride. You wanted to scream and throw things.

"(Y/N)??"

It was Simeon. Yup, you ended up crashing in the Purgatory hall, of course. But why Simeon is calling in the middle of the night?

"What is it man?"

"Ummm... I guess you should go outside and see for yourself."

You huffed but eventually obliged. You already had a hunch about what it might be and that's exactly why you were reluctant to go.

Sure enough, it was the person—demon you didn't want to face. What? He is capable of pulling that puppy dog look? Well, too bad, you ain't falling for it, not today. Wait, are those... tear stains? Ah man seriously? He knows so damn well that you are soft. But bloody hell man he looks like shit and that's that.

"(Y/N), I'm sorr—

"Apology unaccepted, now leave. Goodnight."

"There's nothing good about this night when you are not by my side."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Lucifer. You realize that I'm not a robot right? I have feelings too and YOU—Mr, congratulations! you officially lost my trust."

Every word that came out of your mouth struck him like a bullet. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean anything. He made a grave mistake—again. He dosen't deserve anymore chances. Still, his heart wants you. His body automatically moves toward you.

"I'm really sorry... I-I know I caused a lot of damage. I feel shame... But, (Y/N), I love you..."

"Don't say you love me, unless you do."

"(Y/N)...."

You were doubting his love for you and that was enough to understand the weight of the situation. Well, it was him who digged his own grave, as simple as that.

His eyes welled up. You could see his hands trembling like crazy. Well, shit. You aren't supposed to give in. Not after what he did. You shouldn't welcome him back in your life. He isn't worth that. Or... wait... true, he destroyed your feelings today but... you can't deny that in countless situations he helped you in every way he can. Also.... watching him so miserable... You are supposed to feel the taste of sweet sweet revenge. Then...why it makes you sad...? Damn him for having such a strong hold over you.

"Lucifer..."

Whatever decision you take, it's going to be a turning point. Do you really want to lose him? Not really... The answer is crystal clear. You want him back.

"Fine, you know what you are lucky. But, I swear to god, this is the last fucking time I—

You couldn't finish your sentence. He was holding you like you will disappear in thin air. You could feel sobs wrecking his body. Now, who is the pathetic one? Probably, something you would've loved to say. But, no, you could feel the genuineness. Argh... why do you love him so much?

You blinked back the tears. Fine, just this once he will get away with it because you love him too damn much.

#obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me lucifer #obey me angst to fluff #ohey me lucifer angst #obey me shitpost

[webslingingslasher]

hii, could you please write peter comforting international student reader who misses her family?

i know a little bit about this but i was only states away and almost kermitted so i had to move back home, anyways don't be like me. i'm here for anyone in this boat, so if it ever feels like too much feel free to scream into the void that is my inbox. <3

“What the hell are you googling?” 

Peter’s sharp voice made you jump in your seat, feeling guilt immediately when he caught you in the act. You weren’t going to actually do anything but it was worth a google, you were just slightly curious, that’s all. 

“Nothing!” You try to shut the screen but his hand stops it from shutting. “Nuh uh, use my computer, tell the truth about what you’re doing.” You pucker and wait, calling his bluff. He said you could use his computer anytime you needed or wanted, this was one of those times. It was the best part about not having a laptop, you had a boyfriend that gave you free access to his. 

“How to get deported.” You mumble the words and watch him hold his head in his hands, he grunts and repeats your words. 

“How to get deported- if you get deported you don’t get to come back.” He snorts and comes to sit next to you on his bed, you shuffle further in his shoulder. You sigh, “I know, I just miss it.” 

Peter frowns, he understands how you feel. You feel like a stranger and out of place, it seems like everyone here, whether they know each other or not, are in on a big inside joke. The city feels too big, and at the end of the day, when you’re tired and hungry and poor you want to do nothing but come home to a familiar face, a warm hug from mom. Or an insult from a sibling, or maybe a passive aggressive comment from dad, something you would normally roll your eyes at or try and dodge by playing a timer in your mind to run to your room, but those were things to count on, now you were greeted by silence as your roommate failed to invite you out yet again. 

It feels scary and cold and alone and you really, really miss home. Because even if you were home, sacred, cold and lonely, you would still be at home. 

And Peter has been great. He’s invited you with loving arms, he’s given you a friends list and even extended his aunt’s love to you. But it wasn’t home, he and you knew that. Peter Parker can be magical, but he can’t make New York feel like home no matter how hard he tries. 

“It’s okay to be homesick.” He presses a kiss to your temple. You want to cry. 

“Will this ever feel like home?” 

It seemed impossible. You’d been here for over a year, that’s what makes it hard. International was expensive, you didn’t get to go home for the holidays. Without facetime you think you would forget what your family looks like, it’s hard now to imagine your hometown, and the most troubling part of it all was that even if you went home, it wouldn’t feel like home anymore. 

It's purgatory. Half between where home once was and where the bones remain, and the new home, the home you’re building yourself. No one told you it would be so hard, they prepare you for moving on and growing up but never how to fix melancholia or make a house feel like a home. They don’t prepare you to be a stranger in your own home.  

Peter stops the spirling sadness. 

He thinks on it for a minute and speaks. 

“No.” 

You look at him with wide doe eyes, sparkling with the promise of tears. 

“No?” All you wanted was for him to say this was home, did he not understand? 

Peter shakes his head confidently, “No. No, this will never feel like home, because it’s not home. It’s where you are now, and you can make it home, but it builds slowly.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Home is home for you because it’s what you knew. You could rely on your parents being there, or that your favorite coffee shop is the one from home, because you’ve been going there for half your life. Or maybe it’s home because you’ve walked those same routes until you nearly wore a tread mark in the concrete, I’m just saying home is only home because it’s routine.” 

“So I can make a new home?” 

“Of course you can, it doesn’t take away from the one you already have either. When people move away and start their life somewhere else they say it’s home, but when they go visit for the holidays what do they always say?” 

“I’m going home.” 

“And when they leave and go back to where they left, what do they say?” 

You pause. “I’m going home.” 

Peter nods, like you’ve just proved his point. 

You sigh and try to blink back tears. Those people are not like you, they’re strong and brave. You can almost bet they never cry and think about being home, or how they are impossibly far away from home. 

“And I can build a routine here? I can build a home?” 

Peter hums, “What’s your favorite part about Wednesday?” 

You grin, “Our weekly mission to eat at every pizza place in the city.” 

“And never the same one twice.” 

You hold up a finger to correct him, “Until we get through all of them first.” 

“How about Friday?” 

You wiggle next to him, excited even thinking about the upcoming one. “Discount movies at the red theater.” 

“What about coming back from school?” 

“I love to walk the long way because I get to pass under all those willow trees and I can see Kevin.” 

Peter gasps, “I can’t believe I almost forgot about Kevin.” 

You furrow your brows and speak seriously, “He’s incredibly important to me, Peter.” 

He laughs and speaks once more, “What I’m saying is you’re building a home, a routine. You look forward to Wednesdays and Fridays and Kevin’s and walking home from school, and some days are going to be really hard and you want nothing more than the comfort of home. But on those days I'm here for you. And I can try and get schwifty on trying to get you deported.” 

You lean into his arm and sniffle, “And Kevin? Will he be there for me on those days too?” 

Peter grunts, “Yes, Y/N. The damn cat from the bodega will be there.” 

#peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x you #peter parker mcu #my writing

[yan-lorkai]

A/N: There I was opening up my drafts to finish some requests and I stumbled across this headcanon that I totally forgot existed lol 💀💀. Oh well, anyways requests are open!

Warning: Yandere content ahead. I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

Yandere type: manipulative, clingy.

Simeon is so sweet and caring that you are unable to sense anything wrong with him. I mean, aren't angels supposed to watch over humans and help them in times of need? You don't have to do anything but trust him.

Simeon takes his job very seriously and like an angel in Devildom he is always so determined to help you, to listen to you, to be a shoulder to lean on when the weight of being alone in a strange world becomes too much or when Lucifer's demands and all expectations fall on you.

But don't be fooled because he is always watching you and watching the things that happen around you because he doesn't want your soul to be soiled with pacts or other things and for that reason, he also frequently invites yourself  to Purgatory Hall in order to to monopolize your time and make you dependent on him.

Simeon is such a good manipulator that you will never notice that the thoughts you have were actually shaped by him, that your desires only he can fulfill and that if you walk away, bad things happen around you. But you know, he only manipulates you because he loves you deeply. He wants to protect you at any cost and he knows well what is hidden in the attic, that's not your problem, fixing the brothers is not your problem, after all you didn't even want to be here. Don't you so badly want to go home, back to the human world? You can go together when the exchange program is over, him, you and Luke.

He can already imagine. Having picnics in a park and playing hide and seek or tag. Luke telling you silly stories that make you laugh until your stomach hurts or you humming while he lays his head in your lap to rest. You would be like family. And you certainly don't want to let him or Luke down, right?

If for some reason you feel suffocated by his affections or find out that he was responsible for all the other students not getting close to you, if you disapprove of his actions and tell him you don't want to be around him anymore; Simeon will use his angelic magic to work things out. You may lose some of your personality and some of your memories, but you will be pure again, free from sin, free from worries and your pacts, you will be like an angel and nothing could make you happier than this. He will do anything to keep you on his side.

Yandere Type: Controlling, clingy

Barbatos is an interesting yandere. He is a mystery, he has deep layers that cover his entire being and the deeper your relationship with him gets, the deeper his tendencies tend to get worse. He wants so badly to be good to you and take care of you and bask in your warmth, but he can also see all the timelines and he knows how you're going to react to each situation, how you're going to scream lies, how you're going to run away, and how he has to punish you so that you finally realize how wrong you were. That's why he worked for months creating a timeline just like the current one and lovingly took you there.

Barbatos isn't delusional to the point of thinking you love him, in fact he knows you don't love him at first and that's really unfortunate, but he'll have you anyway. I mean, he's already trapped you in a new timeline where everyone you meet are just puppets controlled by him. All just a touch of familiarity to calm you down and settle into your new home.

And he's not opposed to drugging you or using a spell that makes you unable to leave him, of course he would have the necessary knowledge being the one who controls time.

With Stockholm or not, Barbatos loves to hold you for long periods of time without having to worry about a thing. The wave of shocks that run through his entire body is sublime and his eyes are filled with so much love that he feels it overflowing inside his chest. Aside from his powers and knowledge, he has nothing, not even memories of his childhood with his parents that he could cling to in his melancholy moments. But he knows things are different with you because he's seen all versions of you, he's experienced love and he knows he can make you fall in love with him and he will.

You were made for each other. If he has to break you and rebuild you for you to realize that, then so be it. He has time on his side and your efforts to escape would be futile anyway - what can you do against him? He's almost a god.

 But if you love him, if you're innocent enough not to see the perverse reality, or if you don't care enough to escape, he'll spoil you rotten. You're finally realizing how much easier things are when you just accept them instead of fighting them. How adorable you are, Mc!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #dark obey me #yandere obey me #dark simeon #yandere simeon #obey me simeon #dark barbatos #yandere barbatos #obey me barbatos #tw yandere

[uneducated-author]

Dazai learned to drive from Oda.

Well, it wasn't so much learning as harassing Oda to give him lifts home (Oda dropping him a street away from the most expensive part of the city and then Dazai carving his way towards the container) and Dazai fixated on Oda's hands. How they adjusted the different features, where Oda was looking, how the way his balance shifted gave away the pressure on the pedals. Oda never mentions or gives away that he understands Dazai's ulterior motive, but he must pick up on it, because after the third time his movements become more obvious and defined, and he starts talking out loud about his own driving.

So Dazai steals a car every now and again. He starts with slow loops and then longer journeys. Graduating from backroads to highways. Until he can traverse the whole city, perfectly, safely and accurately. It's all patterns and reading, and it's so much easier in a car. All he has to do is look at the wheels and angles of a machine to know where a person is going to move to.

Then comes the fun part. Because once Dazai learns how to drive well, he gets to learn how to drive badly.

He learns how to skid and angle, drive double the speed limit without looking at the wheel, steering without hands, with his feet. He drifts in the middle of a motorway and does donuts until his tyre marks have left a tattoo in the concrete.

And then, when he's totaled two cars and wrecked four, when he could drive a car and put the passenger through hell, but get them to purgatory safe, he brings Chuuya along.

It's not planned. They're booking it on a mission, not gone wrong, but gone wild. Dazai spies a car, and a little voice inside him says 'now!'

Chuuya doesn't know why Dazai is suddenly going in a different direction, but like hell he's letting his partner go off alone, so like always he follows, throwing himself into a car that neither of them know how to drive.

'What the f*ck is your plan Mackeral' he intends to say, but he gets cut halfway through because the car shrieks and Dazai tears them away like a bat out of hell, and for a second Chuuya shouts for Dazai to go back because he thinks that he left his soul behind.

But Dazai is fierce and vicious and whoops as he turns the wheel much to far, spinning on the edge of a cliff like he's the one with gravity powers, and Chuuya can't breathe but the light flickers through and forges a light in Dazai's eye that he never sees unless they're quiet and alone.

And Dazai looks at Chuuya prepared for his partners screaming and clinging, hoping for it in fact. Or maybe he'll yell at Dazai, wondering where the hell he learned to drive. But instead the boy is smiling, face cracked open like a watermelon, whooping and shooting out the window and shouting for him to move and Chuuya will never stop surprising him will he?

The two tear away and it's reckless and dangerous, but they're built for these moments, covered in blood surrounded by fire, and both lay back panting, catching each others eyes just to erupt into laughter because 'can you believe we just did that?!'

Dazai can't help but smile when Chuuya angles himself so they can't break eye contact and asks for another ride.

Later Dazai teaches Chuuya to drive, except not really. The haze has worn off, and there's not really anything all that special about the dumb machine. He points out the gears and indicators and then veers off. The exhilaration had been fun, he guesses. But he can't expect it to last.

Two weeks later Chuuya shows up with a bike he's stolen, black and vicious, but Chuuya's brought him a hello kitty helmet, that Dazai will wear, just to be a brat. But his partner is smiling and reckless, with the spark that means he thinks Dazai is about to be outplayed, and invites him to take a ride too.

Dazai joined the Port Mafia because he wanted to find a reason to live. He never found one that stuck. But sometimes he remembers his partners screaming and that horrible ride where Dazai had no control but was forced to put his life in Chuuya's hands, and he thinks that he may not have found a reason, but there were seconds that he lived.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd odasaku #soukoku #ao3

[phocidine]

I feel like there’s a disconnect between what fans frustrated with Bad’s character want for consquences and what Bad’s fans consider consquences.

(Explanation below)

Bad was self-harming via modded minecraft bird and having concerning lapses of memory and getting hit in the kneecaps every 2 seconds by purgatory and mourning over his children. And now he’s lost his memory and is either dying from a nuke blast or recovering from dying.

So he’s a character that does some shitty stuff, but he’s also kind of rotting away where he stands, so it balances out right? Why do other fans want him to hurt more? How could he even possibly hurt more than he’s already hurting?

This is what a lot of protective Bad fans believe, but it’s not at all what other fans are talking about.

When I say consequences, I don’t mean the consequences of letting himself be vulture food or the consequences of just…existing in purgatory. These are painful but they have nothing to do with his actions towards others, which are the actions that myself and I suspect a lot of other BBH fatigued fans care about. Does everyone remember that whole ordeal where Bad got interrogated by Tubbo about Ron? Bad would be eaten by soul vultures whether he tortured Ron or not, but Tubbo beefing with him only happened because of what he did to Ron. THAT is a consequence.

And yeah, I do think Bad deserves consequences. Not for stupid shit like furniture stealing, and not for anything that happened in purgatory because I couldn’t watch most of purgatory and I would rather slam my head into a wall than talk about purgatory discourse again, but for the cold and calculating way he treated all of his friends for his big scheme after the Acceptance stream onwards.

I’m going to guess from the fact that this behavior started at the same time as Bad’s rapid mental health decline that we as an audience are not supposed to consider Bad treating everyone around him like ends to the means of his mysterious plan as a good thing, or a neutral character trait.

It might be easy to brush off Bad’s behavior as just angst not really worth remembering, but…I was invested in Baghera’s backstory and how it intertwined with the Ron storyline. I was invested in her and Bad’s friendship. I don’t want to just brush off the fact that Baghera drug herself through the mud to protect Bad and he ignored her in return. Situations like this have happened several times. Bad acts like an asshole to people he cares about because he has a one track mind to save the eggs, and then anyone who would like to see the pain or indignity he caused those other characters have some kind of follow up just don’t get it.

I’ve heard some confusion over why people want consequences from Bad when other characters have done way worse, but the thing is those characters DO get consequences.

Cellbit can’t embrace his cannibal persona and be friends with Pac at the same time. He’s messing up his relationship with his sister. He’s pitting Fit and Bagi against him because they care about the two people he has hurt. The Feds are looking for the worker killer right now and who knows what they plan to do to him. Cellbit does shitty things, and whether not you think he’s justified in any of it, he is suffering as a DIRECT consequence.

Slimecicle didn’t go on a murder spree against the eggs and then everyone just moved on and forgot about it. He was crying and screaming about Flippa throughout the entire thing, and at the end of the stream he has a very sincere “what am I doing?” moment and admits to himself that she’s gone and he needs to accept it. He showed regret, and then he went down and apologized to everyone and said it wouldn’t happen again (although admittedly he did treat the apology part like a bit). This example is kind of shaky because killing eggs was still less of a huge deal back then, but I still wanted to bring it up because consequences don’t always have to be punishments, they can be moments of humility and regret, too. Bad is in despair because of the missing eggs, but it would be nice to see him have some despair over how disconnected he might feel to his loved ones specifically because of the effects of his downward spiral. Or to have him show some regret for how he acted, whether he ends up apologizing or not. I doubt this will happen, it doesn’t really seem like ccBad’s style, but it is an option.

The eggs are back now so Bad will probably go back to being a slightly obnoxious babysitter with trust issues and the frustration of him being able to throw people under the bus for his own needs and getting away with it constantly will hopefully fade away. I do like Bad’s character after all, I just also like the characters that interact with him and feel like they deserve better in the narrative.

#qsmp discourse #bbh neg #badboyhalo

[beels-burger-babe]

Sister's Keeper pt 5

***Oh it feels so good to be back with this series! I have so much planned for this fic, I apologize that it takes so long between updates, but thank you guys for sticking around for the ride. Love you! -B***

Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.

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"There's no fu-" Mammon cut himself off as he eyed Harper sitting in your lap. "Fudgin' way you're beatin' Levi at somethin' like this! He's like the geek to end all geeks. You're dead!"

Satan pursed his lips as he brought over a box of bandages and ointment for your bruised wrists. "For once, Mammon's right," said demon loudly protested in the background. "Levi is actually quite intelligent when he wants to be, and he has invested every single one of his brain cells to that series. It's absurd to think you can beat him," he reached out to take your wrist, only to pause as you flinched back. He narrowed his eyes at the movement.

"That's mean!" Harper shouted, disrupting Satan's train of thought. She quickly pushed his hands away from you and yanked the box out of his grasp. "My sibling can do anything! They're the smartest, best person in the whole world!"

You snorted and ruffled her hair. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, sunshine."

Harper smiled brightly at you as she handed you the medical supplies. You sighed as she began to help you rifle through it. "Look, it's not like I'm going to go into this blind. I'm not stupid. I'm going to binge watch all the movies tonight, and take notes while I do."

Mammon shook his head as he finally stopped pacing and leaned against the wall. "That won't be enough! You don't realize who you're messin' with MC."

You huffed and grabbed a tube of bruise cream from the box of supplies. "If he's as lovely as he was when I met him, then I think I have a pretty good idea of what I'm facing."

Harper frowned as she quietly handed you a role of bandages. She didn't say anything.

She always hated when you got hurt.

Mammon mumbled something under his breath about stubborn humans as he turned and began pacing again along the side of the room.

Satan watched you carefully. His clever, ever-observant eyes combing through every twitch and wince of your body — reading you as easily as one of his books.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Unfortunately, the only affect your glare seemed to have on him was the faintest ripple of amusement. "Why?" He questioned bluntly. "Why do you want to do this so badly?"

You tilted your head as you cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why do you care?"

There was a thud as Mammon slammed his head against the wall. "Dammit human! Just answer the question!"

Your jaw clenched as you felt your heart pathetically pound at the sudden shout. "Mammon. Calm down," you hissed. Adrenaline coursed through your veins even as the demon's shoulders slumped and his expression smoothed.

Phantom pains shot through your wrist.

And Satan — stupid, mystery-obsessed, god-damn Satan — took in all of it.

You wanted to scream as understanding began to bleed through his expression.

You had only known Satan for 5 weeks, and yes he was the most tolerable of the literal demons that you were forced to live with everyday, but if there was one thing you hated the most about the man it was that damn look on his face when he figured you out.

"Your scared of him. Of us." he stated confidently. "Assumably, you're getting something out this to make that not the case. What?"

It wasn't fair.

With a frustrated huff, you rose to your feet and began to gather a night bag for you and Harper. "I'm going to Purgatory Hall."

Satan's face instantly became serious as he stepped closer to you. "What? I thought you just said you were going to binge watch TSL?"

You nodded as you threw pajamas for Harper into the bag. "I am. Just not here, and not with you." You walked around Satan and grabbed your D.D.D. charger. "Who better to make me an expert in a franchise than the creator himself?"

Satan clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It doesn't matter who you watch it with. It's impossible for you to learn all of it in one night."

"Not to mention," Mammon piped gently, his mind still foggy from your order. "There ain't no way Luci's just going to let ya have a sleepover. We got RAD tomorrow."

Harper's head perked up at the "S" word as she turned to you with big wide eyes. "We're going to have a sleepover?!"

"No-"

"Yes!" You answered at the same time as Satan, smiling brightly at your sister as you strapped on your backpack. "We're going to spend the night at Luke's house!"

Harper's eyes lit up at the mention of her newest friend. She giggled before taking off towards your bathroom. "I'll go grab my toothbrush!"

The moment Harper was out of the room, Satan stepped toward you, peering as closely into your eyes as he dared — as though his gaze alone could pull the very truth from your soul. "MC, it's already late. You're being foolish. If this is because Levi hurt you, let me assure you-"

"Don't." You hissed, stepping back and away from him. "Stop pretending like you know me or that we're anything close to friends. I'm going to Purgatory Hall because I will win that fucking contest tomorrow if only to make that rage-gamer brother of yours backoff without any of your help."

Mammon rolled his eyes as he tried to block the doorway. "You're being stubborn."

Satan nodded in agreement, for once, with his older brother, a firm frown fixed on his face. "Quite."

You couldn't help but laugh at the comments. "You're not the first to call me that and you'll hardly be the last," you forced your expression to shift from one of annoyance to tender fondness as Harper came back out. "We'll see you both in the morning."

The two demons slumped in exhaustion as the door closed shut behind you.

Mammon groaned and ran his hands over his face. "I thought we were making progress."

Satan rolled his eyes as he made his way towards the door. "We were. Levi just happened to undo it all in one interaction."

Mammon frowned as he watched his younger brother leave the room. "Oi! Where are you going?"

"To do research."

***

The other exchange students in the Devildom were ... interesting.

You had met them during your second day of classes at RAD, and while you were hesitant as always around them, you had to admit it they offered a pleasant relief from the constant stress and subtle fear that you felt around the demons.

Simeon and you had got along swimmingly. Both of you were guardians of your younger wards and it was nice to finally have someone who understood the worries and doubts that came with that. The angel was a good source of advice and was a surprisingly great conversationalist. He had a way with words that made every tale sound like a poet's novella. It was nice. The fact that he was an angel and seemingly incapable of doing harm to you only helped earn your trust towards him.

Solomon on the other hand, was a little different. He was human, like you, and on top of that he spent his time willingly in cohoots with demons and the dark arts. It left you more than a little weary of him. But there was something about his small smile that made you give him a chance.

You knew you weren't going to survive the year down here alone, and that you needed allies who'd have your back.

He proved his worth by slipping you viles of different protection potions and tutoring you in magic spells and incantations that would've otherwised breezed over your head. While you were still hesitant around him, you couldn't being yourself to regret forming this fragile relationship with him.

And then there was Luke ...

"LUKE!"

"HARPER!"

You couldn't help but chuckle as the two kids rushed towards each other and wrapped eachother in their arms, immediately babbling on to one another about their days.

The pair had gotten along like two peas in a pod ever since they met. There was a flicker of guilt in your heart that always appeared whenever you saw them together. You couldn't help but wonder if Harper was lonely in the human world, as your life hadn't exactly made it easy for her to have friends around her age.

Simeon tilted his head as he approached you. "What a pleasant surprise. I can't say we were expecting guests at this hour."

You huffed as you adjusted your bag strap on your shoulder. "Neither were we. You wouldn't mind having to campers with you for the night, would you?"

Solomon's eyes flickered to the bandages on your wrist as he smiled at you. "We wouldn't mind at all. Right, Simeon?"

Simeon's own smile faltered slightly as he noticed the covered injury, and he quickly glanced over to Harper. His shoulders slumped as he found no traces of harm. "Not at all. Why don't you come in and get settled in the guest room? I'll make tea."

You nodded as you herded the two kids further into the Hall. "Any chance I can convince you to serve that tea while we watch Tales of the Seven Lords?"

Both Solomon and Simeon halted at the question — Simeon more so in confusion, while Solomon looked nothing short of amused.

"Oh? Why the sudden interest in Simeon's work?" Solomon piped in.

Harper answered the question for you before you got the chance. "MC's gonna kick Leviathan's butt tomorrow in a trivia contest and get revenge for him hurting them!"

You couldn't help but sigh as Luke gasped and rushed over to you. "Those fiends hurt you?! Where?! Are you okay?"

You tried to give Luke a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. I just-"

"He bruised their wrist!"

You sent Harper a sharp look as Luke grabbed your hand and instantly began inspecting the bandages. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he took them off and saw the darkened skin that laid beneath it.

A determined gleam lit within his blue eyes as as he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist before a tingling warmth spread over your skin.

You frowned in confusion as a small glow came from the crease between your hands. "It's a good thing you came here," Luke stated as he pulled his hand away and revealed your now clear skin. "We wouldn't have been able to help you otherwise."

"WOAH" Harper gawked as she rushed over and yanked your hand closer to her to inspect. "That was crazy! Luke, you're a wizard!"

Solomon snorted and shook his head. "Not quite, little tyke. I'm a wizard. Luke, on the other hand, was just using his celestial abilities as an angel."

Harper's eyes grew wider as she slowly turned to Luke. "Are you MC's guardian angel?"

Simeon stiffened at the question, but before he could protest, Luke seemed to have found his own, vastly different, answer. "Yes! That must be why Micheal sent me down here! Why else than to make sure that MC is safe while surrounded by horror and corruption?"

Simeon seemed to wince at the words. "Luke, no. Micheal sent you here because you need to adapt with-"

"Don't worry MC," Luke began, not listening to Solomon in the slightest. He grasped your hand in one of his own as he placed the other over his heart. "I vow on my duties as your Guardian Angel to always keep you safe and protected so long as I am able."

Silence filled the room as a bright glow surrounded the two of you.

Simeon sighed as Solomon cackled in delight.

You tried to remain calm even as all your instincts screamed at you to go on the defensive. Luke's smile only grew brighter as he pulled his hands away — it didn't help the unease in your gut. "Luke, what ... What did you just do?"

"Right," Simeon said with his voice thick with exhaustion. "Luke? Go show Harper your room and some of the things you brought from the Celestial Realm. We'll discuss this together later. For now, I need some time with MC and Solomon, okay?"

Luke's smile faltered as he glanced between his guardian and you. "Did ... Did I do something wrong?" You couldn't help but ask yourself the same question.

Simeon pursed his lips for a moment. "Not necessarily wrong, just ... You were just a little too eager this time. We'll talk later."

Luke shifted from foot to foot, not moving from his spot until Harper came up beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She smiled softly at him with the type of compassion and sensitivity one would expect to see in elementary school teachers and nurses but never in a seven-year-old.

"It's alright Luke. They just need some grown-up time. That stuff's boring anyway — believe me. Let's go play in your room." The younger angel looked back at Simeon one last time before silently nodding and leading Harper down a hall.

The moment they were out of your sight you immediately turned to Simeon. "What was that?"

"Calm down," Solomon soothed. His ever-present smirk still fixed on his face as his eyes glittered. "It's nothing bad. In fact, from what I hear from Asmodeus about your interest in demon pacts, it might even be a good thing."

A frown dug into your lips. "What does that mean? How does Asmodeus know anything about my interests? I've barely talked with him."

The wizard hummed in agreeance. "Yes. He's quite upset about that you know? He feels it's completely unfair that he wasn't the first object of your attention or even the second. But it just so happens that he has a rather close relationship with your dear Satan. Your second demon pact from what I hear."

Your nose wrinkled at the term of endearment as you plopped down onto the living room couch and threw your bag beside you. "It was a necessary allyship for a means of survival. Nothing more."

Simeon rose an eyebrow at your words. "So you are making pacts with the brothers' then? I had thought it might've been a rumor."

You couldn't help but scoff. There were plenty of rumors about you circulating around RAD, and the pacts were far from the most outlandish of them all. "Afraid not."

The two exchanged a knowing glance as though you couldn't very obviously see them.

"In that case, I think you'll be pleased to know that what Luke just did to you is called a vow of protection." Solomon explained casually as you felt tensed.

"A what?"

Simeon sat beside you and allowed your knees to brush against one another. "A vow of protection. It's meant to be reserved for guardian angels and their wards. Nearly every angel is assigned a mortal, or several in some cases, to watch over, guide, and protect by Michael once they are old enough and have received the proper training. Luke should one day receive this honor as well. However, he wrongly assumed that Michael had assigned him to you, and enacted a vow of protection towards you, sealing himself as your guardian angel."

You couldn't help but blanch at the idea of a child being in charge of protecting you. "What does that mean exactly?"

Simeon's lips pursed for a moment. "It's like the vow says. So long as he is present and able, he will do everything in his power to protect you."

Your stomach sunk at the words. "I don't like that."

The angel flashed you a brief smile as he drew his hands towards himself. "I don't either. But what's done is done. Just take extra caution when he is around, please."

You couldn't help but wince at the statement as you remember your reason for coming. "Right. Well, in that case, you should keep him far away from the Hall of Lamentation tomorrow."

The amusement on Solomon's face only grew at your statement. "Why? Off to claim another one of the brother's pacts and don't wish for him to get caught in your chaotic aftermath?"

"Yes," the smile finally fell off his face as your eyes shifted to Simeon. "And I need you to teach me all there is to know about The Tale of the Seven Lords in order to do it."

*** The other exchange students are just so fun to write. Thank you everyone for the love and support! I so so hope you enjoyed this. And thank you all again for your patience with this series and me. Love you all ❤️🥰***

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[minalblood]

Ok so my brain decided to deepen its own damage last night as I was rewatching The Winchesters (season 1) finale so buckle up it’s a long one fellas.

So I was listening and when I heard Keep on Rambling come on during the bar scene with Joan, my mind went huh, I wonder where this is placed in the album. So I went and checked. Mainly I was curious cuz usually an album tells a story and Jensen made it pretty clear that unlike the previous two albums where they were just trying shit out, this one was meant to be more consistent and have a clear throughline. So as I said, I checked.

It’s the 6th song btw, the 1st of the 2nd half of the album. I kind lost it after that tbh. Let me explain why ok:

So if we go by the logic that the album tells a story and we tie it to Dean (and destiel cuz duh tbh) we have this shit happening: Right Kind of Trouble - you can tie this to SPN directly, this is Dean realizing that Cas is basically it for him despite the constant fights they’ve been having and more so allowing himself to acknowledge that. Basically this is the Purgatory apology. Like legit this song is to me what Dean really wanted to tell Cas, that Cas didn’t allow him to. This is a love confession itself, one that says I know I fucked up, but If you give me a chance again I will do so much better cuz you’re it for me, we match. Like look at this shit guys:

Like this is pure divorce era Deancas and you can’t tell me otherwise, but more specifically, Dean thoughts as he eventually apologized in 15x09 The Trap.

Then we got Forever ain’t Long. This for me can of course still be about the divorce era, sure, but more so it feels like 15x18 Despair and regretting having gotten to this point and now it being too late to change anything cuz Cas is dead. Like how much clearer can it be? Like it’s literally a plea for time to turn back and for the relationship to go back to being as it was before all the mess Chuck and just the divorce era caused, but cannot since Cas is dead (Take me forever/forever ain’t long). And also, just this song screams Despair to me, it’s one of the saddest ones on the whole album, it reeks of grief. And it’s a direct call for Cas with the heaven line off the bat:

Also this part? This is mindspace for sobbing on the floor and 15x19 vibes for me.

Next is Every Light, the ultimate Dean song right? Well specifically this ties into 15x19 - telling Chuck he can just have his ending, just bring Cas back - and more importantly, and it’s also something I think we all heard, it’s about what shall not be named, the fucking 15x20 finale. I don’t need to bang on too much here but like, it’s even more than that. Because with TW 1x13 we find out he decided to stray from heaven while we were still mid ep 15x20 which means these are him going, hey I need to do sth about this, I need to figure out what’s wrong here, make sense of it and make it right cuz fuck this, I ain’t just taking this shit hand I’ve been given. Like I could literally put the whole song here but like imma put just some:

This is pure intergenerational trauma banging around in his head.

Ain’t no telling is next on the list and this is now heading into Winchester territory a bit, but not quite fully there. I see it as a continuation of the above aka I don’t want to go, but now that I’m gone and it’s not good, why is it not good, who am I after all, does anyone really know and does it really matter? And by anyone I do mean Cas tbh cuz like yea, it would make sense. The song literally says hey, you love me through all of it, despite me not always being sure who tf I am or how far away from each other we are, but we are still going to take advantage of every second we have. Basically this to me feels like a retrospective of the divorce arc put into context by the confession and this restlessness and need to find something Dean gets while in heaven. Like the 1st verse if soooo Dean I just can’t.

Ok now we get into shady waters a bit because You make me Blue is a bit of an outlier tbh, which considering I think this was written just by Steve, it makes sense, buuut I can still fit it in here seamlessly like this: this is sung to Chuck. This is the realization or resolution to the question posed by Ain’t no telling essentially. This unsureness of self isn’t lying with Dean alone, this was brought on by Chuck and his machinations so the anger in the song matches perfectly. Again, all of this til now has been gearing up to leave heaven but still on the road so to speak, still matching the 15x20 set of events, but his mind is running and trying to make sense of things. And what do we get with this song? We get “I’m finally happy being free/me”. We get a concretised sense of self once it’s been made clear in Dean’s mind just how much Chuck fucked with him (and if you’re a Chuck Won truther like me, how much Chuck is still doing, has the realisation that maybe Jack isn’t quite Jack here cuz sth is clearly wrong, but it doesn’t matter anymore, he knows who he is so Chuck/Jack’s influence can’t affect him anymore). And again this is the one song that matches least, but if we take it to be Dean having trusted Chuck to not be the villain (see him going to shoot Jack for that and promising to bring Mary back), then this still fits for me.

And now that we close this chapter we get to our 1st offender again: Keen on Rambling and the 1st one that is without any doubt taking place during The Winchesters. Like the whole song states everything that we’ve just been told happened throughout season 1. Like ok, verse 1 is deciding to leave heaven even though heaven is meant to be a place to rest (find peace whatever). Then verse 2 is giving the AU he finds himself in with the Akrida a nudge in the right direction (I’m sorry with the calvary in tow??, headed southbound for the season???)  And finally we get to the last one which to me is meeting the Core 4 but especially Mary and John and giving them the journal (I have a story to tell — do tell). So yea, but he’s not done tho. The song is constantly saying to keep on rambling so there’s more to do to get to where he needs to be, he’s still restless. But it is the beginning of this next chapter and the beginning of the second half of the album like I said. It matches soo fuckign well tbh and I’m going a bit insane here so take all this with a grain of salt tbh.

Ok so now that we’ve reached the current point in the Dean story we have 4 more songs. Which to me is basically where Dean needs to get to. 

And honestly a bit of Sweet Escape still fits into the finale for season 1 of TW so let’s get to it. This one is very much saying I’ve been caught red handed and people are trying to keep me contained but I refuse to stay put cuz there’s still shit I need to do/find. Like this is where my Chuck Won truthing hits worst tbh, but it could just be the Jack’s non interference thing too as well tbh, but the other voices that need to be drowned out are def Jack here, who took him back to heaven at the end of 1x13 of TW so this is basically saying you may have gotten me back here, but I’ll break outta the inclosure anyways, you can’t stop me, I’m not done. And with the 1st verse’ ending it feels like not only is he not done, but there’s a plan in motion here. Also I CANNOT overstate how much the 2nd verse makes me think of the Empty.

Return to Me is self explanatory tbh, but I’ll ramble a bit here too. This one answers the question of what he’s searching for, why he can’t stop moving, what’s missing for him to be happy. And what’s missing is a person that he lost aka Cas. Like I really don’t even need to say much here, this song is literally Dean going hey this is what I need to be happy, this is how that can happen. It fucking has the lakeside and raincoat mentions, it’s blatant tbh. And moreso, the last verse is just a reiteration of what we all lost our shit about with Watching over Me aka how did I not know you loved me back, how did I miss that until it was literally too late. 

Restless Man is a prayer to me basically and also the song I relate to the most tbh. So I’ll try not to get lost in the meanings here. But basically it’s Dean asking Cas to give him the space and reason to slow down. Not stop, because it’s still Dean and he can’t do that, but to give him a place or person where he can feel safe to take a break, where he can just be, where he can learn how to just be instead of constantly needing to do everything for everyone else. To have a place where he can just focus on himself a bit and what he needs and wants and how to embrace being happy. And more than just that, it’s saying that he’s finally ready to allow someone to take care of him for a bit, to have a place where he doesn’t need to be constantly on guard.

And it wraps up with Velvet Sky which in this case is the happy ending. Happy not because there’s “peace when you are done” like Jack says, but because now they have a place of their own to go to whenever they are weary of the road. The 1st verse to me is referring to Dean travels through the multiverse - literally seen all the land, every beach and grain of sand  because he literally went and saw all the possibilities for things, saw the wide expanse of the multiverse in search for this place and this person that he can now be with. And it’s not peace here, the sea is angry still, but it’s what works for them. It’ll never be perfect and it doesn’t need to be, Dean just needs this place and person to be free to just be himself and that no one else can reach or affect again, have his story be his own. 

So yea, this is the insanity my brain concocted last night after rewatching The Winchesters season 1 finale and having a random thought about Radio Company. And like I could’ve left it be and not traced any connections, but they fucking used the song in the show and then used Ramble On as the song to send the episode off. I couldn’t just ignore the relevance of that. 

But anyway, none of this could be accurate at the end of the day, but I had to get it out cuz it was stuck on repeat all night. Let me know what you guys think.

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[lucidreamsxx]

Obey Me! Bros and Dateables at a karaoke! HCS.

Diavolo had invited MC to the castle for tea and had started inquiring MC on human world customs and traditions (what they do for fun) and our brilliantly smart MC much to the dismay of Lucifer and Barbatos blurted out the word 'KARAOKE' which obviously set our dear red-headed himbo on the idea that they must have a karaoke night and thus inviting everyone in HoL and the residents of Purgatory Hall. *sighhh* let's see how this goes~

LUCIFER: Flat out refuses to touch the mic, only giving in when Dia orders him to let loose abit and sing, and oh boi when he does.... Would, and i mean WOULD, sing Fly Me to the Moon. I mean, that's prolly the only song this poor old dilf daddy knows since all he listens to are cursed records but, look closely in his room and you might notice a record or two by Mr.Sinatra~

Lucifer's voice is like honey dripping off a golden spoon, like a light rain in the mornin, like the sultry voice of someone who just woke up, and all more mused beautifully. I mean, they don't call him Morningstar for nothing ;)

MAMMON: Think Jason Derulo, and Bruno Mars . He'd sing songs that are very beachy and summerry and fun and let's not forget the ones with names like '24K Gold' or 'Finesse' or that one verse in 'Acapulco' that goes,

"Damn that body, dabbled in versace, did i win the lottery or am i gonna stay? Damn you got me, like bitcoin and like dolce, i'm rich with you beside me, cause you're not coin based~"

100% singing directed right at MC because hey, he's MC's first man, so he gets to sing to MC's face :) In all honesty tho, his voice is absolutely beautiful, falling second only to Lucifer.

LEVIATHAN: He's belting out songs like Hikaru Nara and Unravel, and the only other person who enjoys them other than himself is MC sorry dude

He has a good voice, but sorta ended up ruining it from all that screaming and shouting at games lmfaoo.

Not that everyone minds, it's just that if he gets ahold of the mic he will NOT let go, the sort of person who says "one more song please, just one more" and that goes on forever.

SATAN: Will pick up the mic and sing any songs Lucifer sings just to prove that he's better. If he were to choose one for himself he'd pick classic Disney songs.

Think of Satan singing 'Once Upon A Dream' in that deep sexy voice of his.

If not Disney then he'd purposely pick something like "Queen of the Night Aria" and sing it mesmerizingly....in Lucifer's face :)

There's a reason cat boi excells at seductive speechcraft, too bad it doesn't work on Lucy tho heheh~

ASMODEUS: Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat NEED I SAY ANYTHING ELSE?!

HE'S BOSSIN, HE'S BUSSIN, HE'S POPPIN THAT ASS ON THE KARAOKE TABLE- ok aaanndd he just got pulled away by Mammon and Lucifer...

Anywayyy... Asmo is literally THE BEST PERSON to have with you at a karaoke, literally knows all the songs and genre's and everything. You wanna sing 'Traitor'? he's gotcha! Wanna try your hand at 'Woman'? He's cheering you all the wayyyyy~♡♡♡

BEELZEBUB: baby only there for da food 0w0

Tho he would try singing if the songs are about food loll,

The type to just sit and cheer quietly while munching on snacks the sweet little babyyyyy

BELPHEGOR: Literally like Beel, but is just there to sleep. How he does it? Oh, no one knows~

If he had to sing however he'd partner up with Barbs and go hard on some rock songs, preferably the screamer since that gives him an excuse to yell at Lucifer MUAHAHAHAHASCDGHFK

Yep, defo getting strung up by the toes once he gets back sksksksksk

DIAVOLO: Ah yes, the dear Demon Lord a.k.a. the redheaded himbo of DevilDom. Think songs like "Put Your Head on my Shoulder" or "Uptown Funk" yea, that's the kind of songs he sings.

Totally gives off the dad vibe. Misses quite a number of notes but he seems so happy doing it that no one wants to rain on his parade.

BARBATOS: Rock. Just pure Rock. Preferably HARD METAL but that would be unfitting of a Demon Lord's butler, hmmm, maybe he'd do that in private.

Chooses songs like "Highway to Hell" " Welcome to the Jungle" and "Zitti E Buoni" and goes harddd on it

Partners up with Belphie alot since both of them have similar tastes in music.

Would look totally sexy singing to rock, bonus points if whips out a band shirt to wear and starts head banging.

The others are totally cheerin him on, especially Dia yeeeeeeee~

SIMEON: Hyms and church choir songs, literally not even halfway through one but everyone's begging him to stop, not cause they're devotional songs but cause...

Poor daddy angel's completely tone deaf ×~×

He has no idea that he is that bad and everyone refuses to tell him either, playing it off as the hyms giving them burning sensations. (It did not)

Daddy angel is completely oblivious and just happy to be there UwU

SOLOMON: SINGS SONGS LIKE "I WANT IT THAT WAY" AND "BAD ROMANCE"

Also repetitively sings "Livin' La Vida Loca" cuz he absolutely loves the beat and no one stops him cuz its iconic,

Belts them out like there's no bloody tomorrow, congrats, wizard bastard man has succeeded in giving everyone a headache.

The thing is MC joins him along with Levi, these three know all the meme songs, ALL OF IT.

Solomon: uPsIde iNsIdE oUttT

MC: ShE's LiVin lA vIdA lOcAAaAa~

Levi: sHe'Ll pUsH aNd PulL yOu dOwN

Solomon, MC, and Levi: SHE'S LIVIN LA VIDA LOCAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

They're like belting meme songs the Crayon Song and the chicken song at full volume at the top of their lungs and only stopped when the demon who's in charge of the karaoke came to inquire about the noise pollution.

LUKE: what makes you think Simeon let him come lmaooo.

Baby was put to bed and made sure to be asleep (Solomon cast a lil spell) before the other two snuck out of Purgatory Hall.

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Cooking lessons

Genre: fluff

Characters: GN!MC x Solomon

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: contains headcanons

A/N: shhh I love them so much

It was dinner time and Lucifer had invited Simeon, Luke and Solomon to join you. You sat in your seat, next to Asmo and Mammon, while Simeon, Luke and Solomon were in front of you.

You were conversing with each other, when Solomon stood up to go to the kitchen and with a radiant look returned with a tray of food cooked by him.

Silence and cold had descended into the room.

You had watched Simeon whiten and Luke change color ten times before taking something from the tray and pretending to eat.

Levi and Mammon had disappeared from the table, screaming something incomprehensible, while the others were staring at the table in horror. Solomon was staring at the scene with a confused look, while you had sighed, looking at everyone with a murderous look.

"You know, I certainly don't want to be rude, but if no one says what they think of Solomon's cuisine, I'll do it."

Simeon had stared at you, barring his eyes, while Luke beckoned you not to say anything.

You, on the other hand, had cleared your throat. "Solomon, I don't want to offend you... but in the kitchen you suck"

Simeon had brought a hand to his forehead and Luke had looked at you badly "Doesn't it look bad on your part?"

You had shrugged. "Better than friends like you who pretend to appreciate his cuisine?"

Solomon had brought his hand under his chin and laughed. Everyone had turned to stare at him, confused. Then he looked at you. "Maybe you want to tell me, you can do better?”

You had nodded, sure of yourself. "I teach you how and when you want."

"Well, it's decided, then. You will teach me to cook, my dear pupil."

 A few days later, you showed up at Purgatory Hall for your cooking class with Solomon. You had found it in the kitchen, with the materials already ready on the table. You had put on your apron and started cooking.

Solomon, as usual, had tried to go arm-in-arm, but you had stopped him. "Why don't you look at the recipe?"

"You know I prefer to improvise" he had cut short, smiling.

You stared at him intensely, sighing. "Do you usually improvise for a potion or a spell?"

"No, but-"

"So, follow the recipe, oh my student"

At those words, the sorcerer had laughed, returning to cooking. You, on the other hand, were praying that the kitchen would not end in flames. 'Don't worry, Solomon had joked about it just before. 'If the kitchen catches fire, I have a spell ready to stop the flames.' That joke certainly didn't cheer you up.

After you finished cooking, Solomon had shown you his dish, proud. The appearance looked inviting, but you feared the taste. With courage you had tasted the dish prepared by your 'new pupil' and you had held your breath ... and tears.  After taking the morsel down, you coughed and cast a murderous look at Solomon.

"So how did I go?"

You were still trying to breathe, your face on fire. "Tell me, oh witty sorcerer. Do you want the sincere answer or the backup one?"

He had blinked his eyes. "The... sincere one?"

"From today the chili pepper will be banned from this kitchen. And the paprika... and everything that can be spicy. You almost killed me with this... this dish."

Maybe you had been a little mean to him, but Solomon hadn't reacted negatively in the slightest. Indeed, he had asked you where he had gone wrong calmly and seriously and you had pointed out to him that the recipe was written for a reason and that he was not there to give advice, but to follow it to the letter. Or so the beginners had to do.

At those words, Solomon had remained silent for a moment. It had been a long time since he heard someone give a "beginner".

Now all that remained was to clean up and put in order. You had come forward to wash the dishes, while Solomon would help you get rid of the kitchen counter and put the dishes back in place.  You were passing him a plate, when your hands had touched and you had blushed slightly.  Solomon had remained silent, but he had studied you carefully. He would probably exploit that weakness of yours later.

 Lesson after lesson, you and Solomon spent the evenings cooking and you giving him advice on what to do. Simeon watched you from afar, smiling, or Luke joined you to lend a hand.  Solomon didn't miss the chance to touch your hand or tap on your shoulder whenever he had the opportunity, making you blush or snort. By now you understood that he was trying to bother you on purpose.  Once you threw tomato sauce at him, leaving him dumbfounded for a second, and then laughed like a fool. He had thrown pesto at you and a war with food had started that had ended with Simeon who, with a big and frightening smile, told you to clean up the whole kitchen as good children.  Needless to say, Solomon had used a spell to clean everything up, so much so that you told him that he could also think about the rest of the dishes, but he shrugged because, deep down, he liked to spend time with you and even just cleaning up the kitchen meant a lot to him.

 One day, you put him to the test, asking him to cook Japanese curry rice. He had done his best, and once he had finished cooking, he had brought you the rice, hopeful. You had tasted it, this time being amazed. It was edible. He had looked at you, waiting for a verdict.

"Sincere answer?"

He was blown away by your reaction, thinking he had done something wrong. "Sincere answer"

You had raised both thumbs up. "It's good, congratulations"

Solomon had looked at you, then hugged you, leaving you speechless, then realized that the damn one was doing it on purpose to embarrass you, so you gave him a pinch on the arm, making him laugh.

 At dinner that evening, you stopped at Purgatory Hall and you and Solomon had served the curry rice prepared by him to test Simeon and Luke. They had eaten without batting an eyelid and at the end of the dinner, they were happy with what they had eaten. You and Solomon had laughed, so Simeon had asked you what was so strange.

"Would you believe me, if I told you that Solomon cooked that?"

Both Simeon and Luke were bleached, incredulous. Then they complimented Solomon on the improvements achieved. You had given him a high five and the evening had continued quietly.

 It was time to go home. Simeon and Luke had gone to sleep, while you and Solomon were talking on the couch. You were almost about to get up, when Solomon had taken your hand, stopping you. You had stood still for a second, watching your hands holding, then you looked at him; he was smiling at you.

"I wanted to say thank you for these days spent together. You were a very good teacher."

Without letting the grip of his hand, you had smiled at him. "You did the same with me for my sorcerer's exam, I don't see where the problem is."

Solomon had brought a hand behind his head, stopping smiling for a second. That he had misunderstood everything? Maybe yours was just a gesture of kindness and that's it. You had bowed your head, confused. Maybe you said something wrong.  You had squeezed his hand, making him blink his eyes for a moment.

"Next time would you like to make a cake?"

He had nodded, relieved of your request. "We could ask Luke for help"

You had shrugged. You loved Luke's company but by now cooking with Solomon had become a time where you could only spend time with him, and you didn't want to have someone else around.

As if he had read your mind, Solomon had whispered a 'Maybe another time' and leaned out to kiss you.  You were almost about to reciprocate when you heard Luke's voice in the hallway and jumped as if someone had stung you with a needle.

"Guys, have you seen my DDD? I wanted to watch a cooking video and... what's going on?"

You were standing, embarrassed, while Solomon was still sitting, trying not to laugh. Luke had taken his DDD, which he had left on the coffee table, then said goodbye to you to return to his room. Solomon had stood up to accompany you to the door. On the way you had not spoken, still embarrassed, but when Solomon had opened the door, you had leaned out to give him another kiss and he had pulled you to himself for a brief moment.

"I believe that after this treatment, I will cook with more commitment"

You punched him in the arm, then greeted him. The next cooking class would have been interesting.

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