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benevolentcalamity · 3 years ago

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Dragon x Human (Female) Reader

I’m bored.

This is gonna be a two-parter, just FYI.

You’d learned the legend of a dragon that lives in a cave at the top of the mountain. Dare you say you had visions or even dreams of it flying over your village, not to harm but simply to remind your neighbors that it is there, alive, and far from a myth. Though you were known to be different - a bit weird, even, so your father practically challenged you to find this great beast.

“Dragons like music and fancy things, right? So take your harp with you... Just hope he brings you back! Hahaha!” It’s easy for him to laugh over a good ale.

So you’re here, ascending the mountain path. Carved for adventurers like you, more or less, but it’s the first clue you may find something. Which would be a relief, considering your knapsack, which mom packed because there was no stopping you, weighs a ton and you want to sit down.

Something falls on your nose, and you flinch, peering up for a moment before more drops on you, until your face is nearly drenched. The clouds above turn dark, lighting flashing in the distance but fast approaching, and your hair stands on end in fear as you run as fast as your legs will allow as the rain beats down on you and the ground below.

“If you’re not back by tomorrow night,” Your mother’s words echo in your head, “We will send someone to find you. I might not be able to stop you but I am still your mother.”

Yea, thanks...

Opting for shelter wherever you can find it, you find an enormous cave just when your legs are ready to give out, lumbering into it and plopping down once you’re somewhere dry.

Leaning back against the cave wall, you take your knapsack off, setting it beside you and your harp on the other side. Thankfully it’s not ruined by the rain, but it’s still wet. It’ll need time before you can properly operate it again.

Reaching into your bag, you find an apple and a small wedge of cheese. Deciding not to be too greedy, you set the cheese on your leg, biting into your apple. It’s crunchy and sweet despite everything, soothing you from the thunder and lightning burning the sunlight away from the remaining white clouds.

Finishing all too soon, you decide to chuck the core out into nature, bringing the cheese to your lips. Much to your relief you only eat half of it, putting it back in your bag and settling back in. Finding your cloak, you drape it over yourself, yawning.

BOOM!

The thunder sends you upright, shrieking for a moment. Deciding to get away from the noise, you pick your bag up, adjusting your cloak as you go further into the cave, swallowing as it grows darker seemingly with each step. It’s confining, but you don’t wish to face the lightning when it frightens you so.

You blink, and there’s light eventually after a sharp turn. Torches light the walls, leading into an enormous area filled with... treasure.

It’s more than you’d seen in even storybooks, from gold coins to ancient necklaces, to even mirrors and gems and everything in between. Mesmerized, you venture closer, before you trip on a goblet and into the pile, freezing up at the resulting noise.

A breeze, hot as if to warn of fire, soars through the cavern, and you helplessly stand, bag and harp falling from your arms as you hear dull thuds echoing through the cave.

Something’s coming toward you, or this place. Something... huge.

“It would seem I have an uninvited guest,” A gravelly, fatigued voice growls. “Human, let me ask: Would you like it if I entered your home without a proper invitation?”

All you can do is tremble. “N... No...”

“Then why, pray tell, do you intrude?” The scales reflect the fires’ light, and the deep blue serpentine eyes stare down at you, as if daring you to answer. “Think you can haul my treasures away, do you? Touch a single coin or stone and I can promise you now that you will not live to see the dawn.”

You swallow. “I’m not here to steal anything...”

The large head tilts, before lowering until it’s in view of the light. It’s spiky, implying the dragon has been in battle and evolved to survive, the scales a perfect black to blend into the shadows. It stares at you quizzically, as if trying to solve the answer to a riddle.

“Then what is it you seek, human? I warn you, clever words will lead you to a fast grave.”

The feeling slowly returns in your hands. “... I need your name.”

It blinks, amusement entering its eyes. “My name would mean nothing to you, regardless of how our encounter ends.”

Taking in a deep breath to keep calm, you peer down at your harp, then back at the dragon.

“I ran into this cave seeking shelter from the storm. I was unaware that I was intruding into your home, and thus I would like to make an apology in the form of song. If you would allow it, of course, for I hear it’s common for dragons to take a liking to music.” It’s a gamble, but worth trying if this is where you should meet your death.

Curiously, the dragon straightens its head, before exhaling through its nostrils.

“Maythyr.”

With a soft smile, you bow your head. “[Name]. It’s an honor.”

“Indeed it is. Now, you’ve a harp, and my attention.” To emphasize this, Maythyr lowers onto the mountain of coins, laying his head down so he’s closer to you. “Play your song.”

Picking up the cue, you kneel down, tugging the harp into your arms. Poking your tongue out to moisten your lips, you pull a few strings, until a song begins pouring from your fingertips.

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As the notes flow through the air, Maythyr’s eyes close as his head sways to the song. His breathing is slow and calm, with the occasional yawn that sends some small sparks to fade on the treasure below.

Noticing his sleepiness, your song comes to a halt. Standing back up, you move to retreat away, when his eyes snap open.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Sitting back down, you continue your song, but his eyes remain locked on you.

“You’re from the village just down the mountain, correct?” He asks. You nod. “Then I am fortunate, that you are not far. I think I would enjoy it if you would play these songs for me should you return.”

Blinking, you tilt your head. “Do you mean to invite me?”

“Consider it more of an order from a superior beast,” He chuckles. “I ask myself why I haven’t burned the village to cinders, then a human like you shows themselves, and then I remember why. You amuse me, greatly so, and as such not only will I spare you, I welcome you to return.”

You’re not sure whether this dragon’s favor is a blessing or a curse.

“But what if I’m not allowed to return?”

His teeth show, but more in a grin than a ravenous intent to eat you.

“Then I shall wear your kind’s skin, and seek you out by your melody. That is my word as a dragon, that I am bound by. I look forward to our next times together, little songbird.”

You reflect his smile, but more out of nervousness of what’s to come than excitement.

Oh... my...

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sarah-writes-marvel · 4 years ago

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Without A Scratch: Avengers x gn!Reader

S.S.: Hello, heres another fic. I know Im very inconsistent with writing but Im working on it! Thanks to everyone who likes my posts I really appreciate it!! Hope you like this one!

Warnings: Car crash!!, police officers, medical staff, panic attacks... idk what else, let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1,834

* I know it says Avengers x Reader, but it only features Tony, Nat and Bucky.... :)

** Mx: gender neutral for Mrs., Miss, or Mr. jsut an fyi for anybody who doesnt know!

MASTERLIST

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There was a distant ringing in my ears. The sound of honking horns and brakes screeching to a stop and sirens seemed muffled. The sun seemed brighter than it had been. My body was buzzing with adrenaline and the feeling in my fingers was gone.There was debris amongst the road, pedestrians standing along the road or with one foot out of their car looking over their opened doors.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” a grey-haired woman stopped my wandering, her hands placed on my shoulders. Others stood next to her, barely within my vision through my helmet.

“I think so.” I mumbled, turning around to the wreck that I had just barely escaped with my life. My motorcycle laid in pieces off to the side of the intersection. The car that had run through the red light was wrecked, the front slightly crumpled from impact.

Police cars surround the area, immediately blocking off the road and encouraging pedestrians and drivers to detour. Emergency medical staff jumped from the ambulances, two coming towards where I stood with the older woman, and two to the man who looked unconscious in the front seat.

“Mx, my name is Alex Khan and this is my partner Trey Alpin. Do you know your name?” His voice was urgent and demanding, but not aggressive.

“My name is Y/f/n Y/l/n.” My voice wavered and shock began to overwhelm my senses. My hands grasped at my helmet, struggling to pull it off.

“Hold on, let me help you. We don't want to add insult to injury.” his partner insisted his hands hooking under my helmet and carefully pulling it off of my head.

“Alright Ms. Moon. Can you walk?” and despite it sounding like the dumbest question considering I was standing right in front of them, my knees gave out before giving them an answer. “We’ve got you.”

I turned to the older woman who still stood there with her hand covering her mouth and tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you.” she replied with a simple nod and a reassuring smile before the two paramedics helped me to the back of one of the ambulances at the scene.

“Is the driver alright?” I asked after they sat me on the end of the truck, a shock blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

“Lets focus on you first then we’ll get an update on him for you.” Alex smiled.

Trey stood to the next to him jotting down notes, before setting it to the side as Alex moved to the other ambulance.

“Stare at my finger for me.” he said, holding his index finger in front of my face before shining a light into my eyes, checking for the pupil's reaction. “Good, no concussion.” He said with a reassuring smile.

He wrote it down amongst the other notes on the clipboard before turning back. “Do you mind taking off your gear so I can check for breaks or sprains?” I nodded quietly, shrugging off the shock blanket and tugging at the zipper of the leather jacket covering my top.

“Also do you have someone that you can call?” He asked, filling the silence as I winced pulling my arms from the sleeves.

“I do but my phone was in my bike’s hideaway compartment. So I highly doubt it's functional anymore.” I said, giving a small smile.

“No worries, you can borrow a phone from any of us after I check you over for injuries.”

His hands were cold compared to my burning skin as he ran them down my arms, moving my wrists careful of the road rash across my knuckles that wore through my gloves. “Does that hurt?” I shook my head no as he repeated the same motions on my other arm receiving the same response.

His hands moved to the back of my neck squeezing along the sides of my spine, eliciting a slight wince from me. “Did that hurt?”

“Just a little.”

“Sorry” he pressed his lips together and his eyebrows furrowed. He stepped to the side continuing down my back with one hand without any other trouble. “Just some slight whiplash, nothing major, just be cautious with activities.”

He moved back in front of me, his hands settling on my highest rib, slowly trailing down my sides before I grimaced at the gentle touch he was using. “Sorry” he muttered before continuing.

“So that might be a break or just a crack but you'll have to take a ride with us to get that x-rayed.”

“Uhm, can I actually make my call while you continue to check me over?” I asked quietly, my mind still a little muddled with the fact that I was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a fractured rib being my worst injury.

“Of course.” He pulled his phone from his uniform pocket, unlocking the screen and opening the keypad. “Here you go. I'm just going to run over your legs and then wrap your hands.” I only nod in confirmation as I begin typing in the number.

After a few rings, the line clicked. “Tony Stark who is this and why are you calling me?”

“Tony…” My voice cracked trying to hold back the tears that had begun to form in my eyes.

“Y/n/n? What happened? Friday get a read on the call.” he called to the A.I. frantically.

“I got into a wreck.” I said my voice wavering as tears threatened to spill over “Im at 42nd and 11th.”

“On it.” And with that the call ended, and the panic set in.

“Thanks. Can I get oxygen or something? I- I cant breath.” I say handing Trey his phone back, my hands shaking and my breathing become erratic.

“Yea, of course one second.” He agreed hopping into the truck grabbing a tank and mask, setting up and bringing it back to me. I held the mask over my nose doing my best to take calming breaths as he brought the blanket back over my shoulders.

Commotion amongst the street caused me to open my eyes back up to see Tony in his Ironman suit landing next to the street blocked signs. A black lamborghini pulled up behind him, Bucky and Nat stepping out. It was amusing to watch the police hold their hands out, trying to block the trio from entering into the restricted area, but with a flip of a badge from Nat and a scolding from Tony, they stepped aside.

The trio took a minute analyzing the damage, noting the obliterated bike that belonged to their second youngest Avenger. The plastic and metal spread across the street casting shadows from the flashing red and blue lights. The car that was stopped in the middle of the intersection with the hood crumpled.

“Oh my god, Y/n/n.” Nat was the first to wrap me carefully into a hug. “Are you ok? What happened?” Bucky and Tony stood behind her both with rage in their eyes.

“Some guy ran a red light. I’m ok.” I said casting my gaze to the other ambulance where it seemed that the driver was still unresponsive.

“The only points of concern are thier minor whiplash, the road burns and fractured ribs 5-7 on the left side. I suggest getting an xray to make sure they are only fractures and nothing more and a CT scan for any other internal injuries that I can't diagnose here. I would offer a ride to the hospital but I realize that you will have better medical technology at the Avengers Tower.” Trey listed, smiling at the three Avengers standing there.

“Thank you very much for taking care of her. Apply at Stark Industries, I’ll find a place for you on the medical staff.” Tony smiled.

“Let's get you home.” Bucky spoke quietly, and I agreed adamantly.

“They’ll have to report to one of the police officers before leaving the scene.” Trey reminded us as I grabbed my jacket and helmet.

“Thank you.” Nat said, helping me from my spot. “Can you walk?” I nodded. Setting down the oxygen and dropping the blanket from my shoulders. I gripped onto her hand and pushed against the ambulance bed with the other to get onto my feet.

I took a minute to find my balance, hanging onto Nat for support. Her arm was wrapped around my waist as she helped me walk over to one of the police officers.

“Are you the motorbike rider?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, releasing my grip on Nat, noting that Bucky and Stark were standing closely behind on guard.

“I just have some routine questions for you quickly.” I nodded my head and he began asking the questions.

After the officer finished his follow up he thanked me before Nat began to pull me away from the scene.

“Wait. I asked about the driver of the car. I haven't heard anything.” I stopped turning around to see paramedics surrounding the bed of the other ambulance.

“Honey, don't worry about him. Come on let's get you home.” Nat insisted. I pulled away from her grip stumbling slightly.

“Just because he ran a red light and hit me doesn't make him any less important. I just want to check to make sure he’ll recover.” I argued before making my way over to the commotion.

The paramedics and a few police officers were congregated near the end of the ambulance as I approached. I could hear the orders for medical equipment being called out as I grew closer.

“Excuse me.” I tapped on someone's shoulder.

“Y/n? Why are you still here?” Trey asked once he had turned to see me.

“I asked earlier about the driver. Will he make a recovery?” I asked peaking over his shoulder to watch paramedics lifting the stretcher into the back.

“He’ll make a full recovery. He'll be spending a few years in prison for this though. If you're worried about insurance coverage dont worry. Officers will get that sorted when he's responsive.” Trey explained.

“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I just wanted to make sure he’ll make a recovery. Thank you.” I smiled before turning back to the three Avengers waiting at the police barricade.

“Ready to go?” Bucky asked as I joined them. I simply nodded my head as Nat wrapped her arm around me again leading me to the car.

“Let’s go get you healed up. I heard Cho is working on something with broken bones. Maybe you can be a guinea pig!” Tony exclaimed with a smile.

“As intriguing as that sounds I doubt that I’m stable enough to endure whatever it may be.” I replied as I settled into the front seat of the car.

“Fair enough.” Tony smiled. “Im proud of you ya know. For that little thing you just did. For understanding that his life is still important.”

“I learned from the best.” I looked at the three of them, each having a proud smile across their face.

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S.S: Hope you all liked it!! Again dont be afraid to request. I also realize that alot of my fics seem to have a little (or lot) of angst. Ill try and make some more fluffy fics soon! Thanks for reading!

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synmorite · 4 years ago

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Behind These Eyes- Chapter 3

Summary: Life in the bunker, a hunt gone bad, cuteness, and goodbyes.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3642

Warnings: fluff, angst, injuries, more angst

A/N: This section was definitely written to be more “slice of life.” There’s a few time jumps. One more part after this!

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You settled into life in the bunker quicker than you thought you would. Dean took you shopping and you picked up some essentials so you could be set for the next couple of months with them. You also insisted on picking up food so that you could cook for them. Mostly, you wanted to return the favor. They took you in and welcomed you as part of their family. The least you could do is give them some good home cooked meals. The first time you cooked, Dean moaned at the first bite of chicken. Sam smirked at his brother.

“Hey Y/N?” Sam turned to you.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Clearly, you’re an excellent cook. Can you bake?”

You frowned at the random question, missing how Dean’s gaze zeroed in on you. “Yeah, I can bake too. Why? Something in particular you’d like?”

“How about cake?” Sam said, smirking at his brother before dodging the spoon that Dean threw at him.

“Sammy!” Dean growled. You looked between the brothers, utterly confused at what was going on.

“Can you bake… pie?” Dean asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“Yea, I can bake pie. Apple, cherry, blueberry, strawberry rhubarb, peach, basically any type. You got a preference?” You shrugged.

Dean was staring at you. “Can you make all of them?”

Sam burst out laughing. You frowned at them. “Can you guys eat that many pies?” You asked. Sam dropped his head into his hands, practically choking on his laughter now.

Dean glared at him. “Sammy doesn’t get any pie. They’re mine!” You joined in with Sam’s laughter, finally realizing that Dean must REALLY love pie.

***

One month later...

The boys still looked for hunts, but for the ones they found, Sam usually called another hunter to take care of it. They had a fairly large network of hunters set up. Dean explained that they had ended up in an alternate universe and brought back several people with them from that world. You weren’t surprised when Dean informed you of the existence of other worlds.

“I have an angel inside me. Why shouldn’t there be other worlds?” You shrugged.

It wasn’t long before there was a hunt that they needed to take. Something was killing soldiers that had returned from the Middle East. Wounds they received in the war and had long since healed, were reappearing and killing them. Sam and Dean had never come across this before and didn’t want to send someone else in to investigate something unfamiliar. There was no question that you would stay behind in the safety of the bunker.

Before they left, Dean cupped your cheek in his hand and ran his hand over your cheekbone. He’d been doing this a lot more. Little touches here and there. His olive green eyes burned into yours.

“Sometimes I swear I can see Arti behind your eyes.” He whispered.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

His hand dropped and he shrugged. “I dunno. I just feel like I see something that isn’t you.” You frowned at him and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Stay in the bunker. Stay safe, sweetheart.”

“You too, Dean. And you, Sam!” You called over to him where he was climbing into the impala. Sam gave a short wave and Dean climbed into the driver’s seat. He flashed a grin at you. “See you soon, princess.”

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Dean checked in with you each night to ensure you were still safe and inside the bunker. They still didn’t know what was killing the soldiers, but they had tracked down that they all signed up and served together. Sam and Dean couldn’t get a hold of any details of where they served that may have caused them to become targets for whatever supernatural creature was now hunting them.

However, on their fourth night away, Dean didn’t check in at 10pm as he usually did. You waited and waited, but he didn’t call or text. Neither did Sam. You’d tried calling them both, but their phones went straight to voicemail. You paced through the halls in your PJs, clutching the phone that Dean gave you. You tried not to worry, but as the silence from the boys continued, your anxiety over something being wrong grew. As 4am approached, you heard the growl of the impala and bolted to the garage. Sam was getting out of the driver seat and Dean was leaning against the passenger window asleep. Sam gave a small smile as you approached and gave him a hug. You could smell blood and smoke on him.

“I was so worried when Dean didn’t check in.”

“Yea, sorry about that. My phone died and Dean’s got...damaged.”

“Are you guys okay?” You asked.

“Yeah. Turned out it was a valkyrie. She posed as the army recruiter, and when her recruits didn’t die in Iraq like she planned for them, she decided to take care of it herself. FYI, fire kills valkyries. She hit Dean pretty good and he thinks he has a broken rib so he asked if I could drive us home.” Sam explained. He leaned down and called over to Dean. Dean didn’t move.

You leaned down to the open driver’s door.

“Dean? Wake up, you’re home.” You called to him. He still didn’t respond. It was then that you noticed the light sheen of sweat across his face and the paleness of his skin.

You ran to the other side of the car. “Sam! Something’s wrong!” You pulled the door open and Dean fell out into your arms. His skin was clammy, but still warm. Sam was right behind you and helped pull Dean from the car to lay on the garage floor. Sam didn’t hesitate to pull Dean’s shirt up to expose his chest. There was dark bruising all across his skin. You could see his chest rise and fall shallowly so he was still alive luckily.

“That’s where the valkyrie hit him.” Sam whispered.

“What do we do?” You looked at him, panicking. Sam just stared at his brother. “Sam! WHAT DO WE DO?”

He shook his head. “I-I don’t know. The closest hospital is half an hour away and he has been bleeding internally for at least 8 hours while we drove back. I- I thought he was just asleep. I didn’t know.” Sam’s voice cracked. “Cas is too far. He can’t help in time.”

“Wait, Cas can heal because he’s an angel!”

“But he’s too far, Y/N.”

ARTI! You screamed internally. You forced all of your urgency and panic into the scream to hopefully reach him.

Little one? Arti’s soft voice echoed through your mind.

Please Arti. Please heal Dean. You choked on a sob.

You felt Arti’s presence move through you and had the odd sensation of him looking through your eyes to what was happening.

Little one, I am still weak. To heal him will weaken me further. I am not recovered enough to even fully heal him.

Please Arti. I need him. I need you to heal him.

Very well, Y/N. Press your fingers to his forehead and let my grace flow from you to him.

You did as Arti said and pressed your fingertips to his forehead just as Cas had done for you. You felt Arti’s warmth spread from your own chest, down your arm, and into Dean. You watched in amazement as the bruising on Dean’s chest vanished. His breathing strengthened and he let out a low groan.

He is as healed as I can make him, little one. He will live. Arti replied weakly and you felt him recede.

Thank you, Arti.

Sam was staring at you. “Arti helped me.” You said softly. Sam nodded slowly and reached down to his brother. He pulled him up so that Dean’s arm was around his shoulders. Sam dragged his brother down to his room. You followed behind, suddenly feeling very tired. Sam laid Dean down on his bed. You reached forward and tugged Dean’s boots off before tugging the blankets out from under Dean to pull over him.

Sam walked out of the room and you looked at Dean again before following and pulling the door behind you leaving it cracked. Sam was on the floor with his back against the wall, shaking. You slid down the wall next to him and grabbed his trembling hand.

“Thank you, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose him.” Sam whispered, squeezing your hand.

“I don’t want to lose him either.” You replied softly.

Sleep didn’t want to come that night. Or rather morning. Sam had retreated to his room and you to yours, but you couldn’t stop worrying about Dean. Eventually, you got up and went back into Dean’s room. He was still fast asleep, but he looked much better than he had earlier.

You tentatively climbed on top of the bed and laid down on top of the covers next to him. You finally fell asleep watching him.

***

When you woke, you could feel fingers threading through your hair. You blinked your eyes open sleepily and realized very suddenly that you were curled up into Dean’s side. He was sitting up slightly in bed, with his computer on his lap. He had a tv show that you instantly recognized playing. Dr. Sexy.

“I love this show.” You said softly and Dean looked down at you.

“Hey sleepy head. Was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” He smiled at you.

You scoffed. “Some of us didn’t spend most of the night unconscious. Some of us spent it worrying because someone missed check in and then showed up half dead.” You glared at him.

“Yeah, sorry about that. That valkyrie broke my phone when she hit me. And I just thought it was a couple of broken ribs.” He looked sheepish. “Sam said that Arti healed me?”

“Yeah, he did. He depleted his grace again, but he helped me and saved your life.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” His green eyes held your Y/E/C ones. You broke the eye contact and looked at the computer screen again.

“This is a good episode.” You murmured.

He hummed his agreement and continued to comb his fingers through your hair as you tucked back into him.

***

Another month later...

Dean pulled Baby up to a small park with a little pond.

“Why are we here, Dean? Thought we were doing a supply run?” You asked.

He shrugged. “You spend most of your time cooped up in the bunker. You said most of the places you visited in your haven were nature related so I thought you’d like to get outside a bit.”

You grinned at him. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, sweetheart. I know the bunker covers the libraries part of your haven, but there isn’t much variety to Kansas nature wise. There’s a little pond here. It’s not much.”

“It’s perfect, Dean. Thank you.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, missing his blush. You opened Baby’s door before climbing out and running over to the pond. You leaned over the edge of the water and saw the tadpoles swimming in the shallows. You sat down on the grassy bank and sighed happily. You liked the bunker. But there was no sunlight. No breezes. No nature. Dean came over and sat down beside you. You dug your hands into the grass and felt the warm dirt beneath your fingers. You laid back onto the ground and closed your eyes against the bright sunlight.

“I forgot what the warmth of the sun really feels like.” You murmured.

“I never really thought about what it feels like. But it’s nice. It’s not just a warmth on your skin, but it’s down to your soul.” Dean replied just as softly.

You peeked your eyes at him and saw him watching you with a soft expression on his face.

“Will you miss it? Will you miss… us?” He whispered. You sat up and laid your hand on his knee.

“Yeah. I’ll miss the bunker. I’ll miss Sam. I’ll miss you.” You rubbed your thumb gently across the fabric of his jeans and he was looking at your hand instead of your face now.

“Do you ever think of not going? Of kicking Arti out?”

You let out a slow breath and looked across the water. “Yes. I do.”

Dean hesitated. “I don’t think you should.” You looked over at him, surprised. “Arti can protect you. I don’t think you should kick him out.”

You felt a pain in your chest at his words. You nodded slowly to show that you’d heard him. You sat in silence with him for a few more minutes, but the comfort the pond had given you was gone. You stood up and dusted your jeans off.

“C’mon. We should get the shopping done before it gets too late.” You were quiet during the drive to the store and you separated in the store to get everything you needed. As you checked out, Dean kept glancing at you. When you got back to the car and were loading the groceries into the trunk, Dean smiled and said, “Would you like to drive Baby back to the bunker?” You dropped the bag you were holding in surprise. Luckily, you had already moved it to the trunk and nothing spilled out or broke.

“What?”

“Do you want to drive Baby?”

You looked towards the car and then back to him. “YES.” He laughed and tossed the keys to you as he returned the cart to the corral and went to the passenger side. You sat in the driver’s seat and stroked your hands down the wheel. You pushed the key in and started her up. Listening to the roar of her engine, you glanced towards Dean. “Are you sure?” You asked.

He smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. Let’s get home.”

The drive from the store back to the bunker was all too short for you. You pulled into the garage carefully and shut the car off. Sam was leaning against the garage door, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his brother. “You let her drive your car?” Dean shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Gotta give her something to reference when Arti takes over again.” There’s a weird note in his voice that you catch, but you can’t quite pinpoint what it is. When you turn to look at him, his face is smoothed out with no sign of what it was. Sam raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment.

“So you gonna help us unload these bags or what, Sammy?” Dean asked. Sam shook his head and walked to the open trunk to start bringing the groceries in.

***

Two weeks later...

“Wanna go outside, Dean?” You asked, bouncing up to him. Dean raised his eyebrow at you.

“It’s raining.” He replied with a frown.

You grinned at him. “That’s the point.”

“What? To get wet?”

Still frowning, he said, “I don’t get it.”

“Haven’t you ever danced in the rain, Dean?”

“No? Why would you?”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed at his hand and pulled him towards the bunker door. He offered little resistance as you pulled him outside into the summer storm and to the little clearing near the bunker door. You let go of his hand and toed your shoes off so you could feel the wet grass beneath your toes.

“Sweetheart, I’m getting wet.” Dean whined at you. Closing your eyes, you laughed and tilted your face up as the droplets ran down your cheeks and through your hair. You could feel the warm water soak through your t-shirt and you spun in a slow circle. You opened your eyes and smiled at Dean who was just standing and watching you.

“C’mon, Dean!” You reached for his hand again and pulled him toward you. You gripped his other hand and tugged him further into the clearing and started pulling him back and forth.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Trying to get you to dance!”

He frowned slightly at you before looking around. He pulled his hands from yours and moved them to your waist. You rested your hand around his neck as he started to sway with you in the rain.

“Why do you like the rain so much?” He asked with a cock of his head.

You shrugged at him. “It just feels freeing. Like I can do anything. Be anything. Smelling it on the summer air, feeling it run across my skin. The sound of it hitting the trees and the earth. Seeing the clear puddles and the drips off the leaves. It lets me just BE, ya know?” You blushed at the admission, knowing that Dean would think it’s silly.

You looked up and met his eyes. His normally bright green eyes were darker as they looked at you now. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth at the intensity you could feel in his gaze. He started to tilt his head down towards you and your breath froze in your chest as he got closer.

“What are you guys doing? It’s pouring out here!”

You and Dean jumped apart at the sound of Sam’s voice. You looked over at Sam to see him trying to hold his coat over his head to keep dry.

“You worried that it’s gonna ruin all that hard work you put into your hair, Sammy?” Dean said, walking over to his brother. Before Sam could even retort, Dean grabbed Sam’s coat and pulled it off. He ran further away, laughing at Sam’s startled look.

“DEAN!” Sam yelled and he took off after Dean. You laughed, watching the brothers chasing each other through the rain. Your heart panged at the realization that you were running out of time with them. With Dean. You could feel Arti inside you again and knew that any day now, your time was up.

***

It was close to 3am and you were still sitting up in bed reading a book when you heard it. Dean was having a nightmare again. His grunts and whimpers could be heard through the wall. You could hear him having nightmares almost every night. You listened for a few more minutes before deciding that you needed to help him. Setting your book down on your bed, you got up and went to his room. The door was cracked open slightly and you could see Dean in his bed. His fists were clenched in the bedsheets and the veins in his neck were sticking out from how tense he was. His brows were furrowed and there was a slight sheen of sweat on him.

Carefully, you made your way to his bed and softly climbed over the top to him. You reached out and stroked your hand through his hair gently. You started to hum ‘You are my sunshine’. Your mother used to sing it to your little sister when you were a kid, so when you needed a distraction, you’d hum it to yourself. Slowly, his body relaxed under your fingers and his breathing evened back out. His head turned towards you and he let out a soft sigh.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He whispered as he fell back into a deep sleep. Once you were sure he wouldn’t wake up, you leaned over and kissed the top of his head before slipping back to your room. You read your book for another hour and waited to hear if Dean had any more nightmares before cuddling down into your blankets and shutting off the lamp. You drifted to sleep quickly.

***

You were sitting in the library of the bunker and Arti was sitting across from you. A grin stretched across your lips.

“Arti! You’re okay!”

He nodded. “Yes, little one. I have recovered my grace. It’s time I take control again.”

Your smile dropped instantly.

“O-oh.”

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“I just- I’ll just miss the boys is all. Can I say goodbye to them first?”

He tilted his head to the side and frowned a little. “If you wish. Let me know when you are ready.”

You blinked your eyes open in the darkness of your room. You took a shuddering breath. How were you supposed to say goodbye? Dean and Sam had quickly become your family. You didn’t want to give them up. But you had given yourself to Arti so that he could help people. People like you. Rather, like you had been. You realized that for the last couple of months, you’d been happy. Truly happy. And most of that had been because of Dean. You felt so whole when you were with him. How could you say goodbye? You couldn’t. Not really. You pulled a piece of paper and a pen from the desk and wrote a note.

Dean-

I’m sorry. Arti’s recovered and I made a promise to be his vessel so it’s time for me to go and I’m too much of a coward to say goodbye directly to you. I want you to know that I won’t ever forget you. Or Sam. You gave me some great memories over the last 2 and ½ months. Singing along to music in Baby. Watching Dr. Sexy. Family dinners. Baking pies (and eating them!) Dancing in the rain... I’ll be reliving them in my haven forever. Thank you. For everything.

Love, Y/N

You folded the note in half and wrote Dean’s name on the front. You propped it up on the desk and looked around your room. At your home. You debated going back to Dean’s room one more time to look at him. But you doubted that you’d be able to walk away from him if you did. You sighed.

“Ok, Arti. I’m ready.” Everything went dark.

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years ago

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tiktok famous (hc) - part four | p.p.

summary: episode four of tiktoks with y/n and peter ayooooo

warnings: cussing. what's new LOL

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- BACK AGAIN

- these are the imagines that i can pretty much just pump out because the plot line is like already layed out for me

- in conclusion i like writing these lol

- okay SO

THESE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE IDEAS::: spideybparker starbabez mrose12623 elliedevotee lilcassipuff buckybigbutt

THANK U! <3

^^ if you've changed your username i'm so sorry whenever i get requests i write down the username and it's lowkey difficult to track who is who and if they've changed it ahhhhh

- aight

- lets get into it

- yuhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- i'm gonna be saying yuh get into it so much in this imagine i apologize in advance

- like it's kinda bad

- oops

- so y'all know those audios that are like the fake calls

- it's like that man's voice he's like "hey whassup shorty your man around?"

- THAT ONE

- so naturally

- y'all know where this is going

- you and pete are just chilling (this is how all of them start. i feel like a broken record. help)

- you're like FUCK IT LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- you start recording

hey whassup shorty

- peter goes into FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE

- he's just playing video games (fortnite aye) but the S E C O N D HE HEARS THAT RANDOM MAN'S VOICE

- fuckin RIPS OFF THE HEADSET

- EYEBROWS FURROWED AS HE LOOKS AT YOU HE'S LIKE

- huh wHAT NOW

- ????!!!!!!!!!!

- you fail at keeping a straight face cause the fucking AUDIO

your man around?

- a wheeze FLIES out of you mouth as peter SHOOTS UP FROM HIS CHAIR

- big "FUCK NO!" energy

- mans practically jumps on top of you

- he's like angry and confused at first but then he sees how hard you're laughing and just gets even more confused

"what was that?"

- his voice is all high cause it does that in tense situations

- puppy face is loud n clear!

- babey

- meanwhile you can't catch your breath for SHIT

- so you show him the video as you continue to literally die

- as soon as he realizes he just melts

- he's like laying on top of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck before bursting out into laughter and holding you tighter

"you can't do that!"

- god me thinking about that happening irl is giving me BUTTERFLIES

- sexc

- okay this one is another fake phone call

- just gonna jump into it it's pretty much the same situation

- in this one you two are over 18 btw

- for ~legal reasons~

- the audio starts playing with the ringtone and peter just glances over

- he's too busy watching b99

- naturally

hey this is dr. alvarez! we received your pregnancy test results

- WHAT

- peter has never jumped so hard in his LIFE

- tv is PAUSED even captain holt has the shocked expression (who am i kidding it's holt his facial expression is as dead as a brick)

- 🅱eter literally yells

"WHAT"

- audio keeps going

is there a time next week you could come in and talk?

"y/n what"

- he runs over to you and you bust out laughing as he looks at your phone and realizes it's a tiktok

- an annoyed smile pulls at his lips and he groans and wraps his arms around you

"you had me there for a second"

- let's just say peter parker had family on his mind a LOT more since then

- wink wink

- k SO

- queso

- haha

- anyways

- y'all know that one sound

pussy so good i could save that shit for later

- welcome to straight tiktok!

- so y'all just chillin on his bed as best friends do

- on ur phones and shit

- and peter parker is a basic bitch so he has the led lights

- which i want SO BAD btw ugh my room would be such a vibe

- update i'm editing this and i just ordered some ayooooo

- anyways they're currently blue so like

- innocent

- chill

- but THEN

- the audio starts playing from peter's phone

pussy so good-

- you gAsp as the lights turn red

- ur like

- holy shit i didn't know parker could do that

- next thing you know peter's hand is on your chin/jaw (just about ur neck OOPS)

- his mouth is practically ON your ear

- you see him holding his arm out in front of you recording and you can't help but laugh

- but DAMN

his jawline is out and everything and he's fucking SMIRKINGGGG as he whispers the lyrics into your ear

- BUTTAFLIESSSSSSSSSSSSS

- big mattia vibes (btw that man is NOT attractive i'm sorry)

- moving on

- i know i've written one of the ones where you kiss your best friend

- but time to turn the tables

- oh how the turn tables

- time for y/n to be a bad bitch cause WE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE!!

- hell yea!

- so it's late right

- like late late

- at least midnight (sleep schedule is MESSED from quarantine though so honestly late rn is like 2 or 3 in the morning yikes)

- and ur hella bored

- on tiktok

- the fuck else do you expect?

- and you start doing the thing where you start thinking about getting up and doing something and you think about it so much that you physically can NOT sit there any longer and must Move or Die

- i KNOW i am not the only one

- so that happens

- and you're like FUCK IT

- so you walk out of your room and into peter's next door

- oh to live at avengers headquarters and live next to peter parker

- you just fucking stroll in

- peter's fat ass just goes "hey thanks for knocking"

- meanwhile you can't even stand to look at him because you're afraid that if you do all of your confidence will VANISH

- so you set up the camera and start recording

- at this point peter's sitting up and just watching you cause he's so confused

- and

- (HERE WE GO)

- it takes everything in you not to RUN OUT

- but you walk over to him

- wrap a hand around his neck

- tilt your head and lean down

- when peter realizes what's going on he's like OH MY GOD

- fight or flight response HITS except its JUST FLIGHT

- HIS BODY CHOSE FLIGHT

- he fucking REELS back

- can't even process that his best friend and crush since EVER just tried to kiss him

- sdfjksdkfjsdfg

- DKJFNHSKDFNSLA

- you're like fuck! so you turn to start r u n n i n g a w a y

- but then his hands wrap around your waist

- you FLY backwards and laugh as the two of you flop into the bed

- and he kisses you

- mwah ha ha haaaaaa

- don't ask why the evil laugh just accept it

- i am tired yes it is only 8:43pm i am still tired

- NEXTTTTTTT

- so y'all know those povs where it's like you find out your soulmate's first words on your bday

- well

- ha

- you and peter are bored because ~ q u a r a n t i n e ~

- chilling at headquarters

- bored in da house and i'm in da house bored

- and peter's like "imma make a pov!"

- okay!

- so i'm just gonna lay it out for you HERE WE GO

- he has the generic countdown thing (text boxes saying 3...2..1! you know the deal) and then he looks at his wrist and it says "hey spider-boy!" and he gets so flustered - next clip it's him running into "you" (obviously you're not actually in it but he does the text box thingy) - you're asking about what it says and try to get a peek but he pulls away - next clip it's right before your bday - and then you find out your quote and it says "it's spider-MAN! cause i'm a man!" - and peter is just looking anxiously/happily at the camera

- PERIOD

- i hope that was a good visual idk i tried

- and uhhhh yeah that one stays in the drafts bc he doesn't wanna expose himself

- moving right along by the way it's raining rn and i'm listening to my kind of woman by mac demarco and UGH this song makes me so...... jkdfhsdk

- OKAY THIS IS ANOTHER STRAIGHT TIKTOK ONE

- but it's cute so

- fuck it

- y'all know it

i wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes babe

- mischievous as ✨hell✨

- oh my god i got another idea okay i'm writing that after this one

- anyways!

- you and peter are chilling

- note: i yell at myself every time i write that because the AMOUNT OF THESE THAT START THIS WAY GOD

- he's watching netflix or something idk

- fyi outer banks is overrated sorry not sorry

- yell at me if u want but

- it's riverdale for vsco girls

- you set up the camera and start recording

- audio starts playing and you climb into his lap and he's like WOAH

- you like put your hands on his cheeks/jaws lol and you start mouthing the lyrics

- but the THING IS (pt 1)

- homeboy catches on pretty quick

- and

- fuck

- he starts MOUTHING THE LYRICS BACK

- you deadass have to take a second and reel back to catch your breathe

- but the THING IS (pt 2)

- HE'S GOTTEN ALL INTO IT

- SO HE PULLS YOU BACK IN

- UR FUCKIN FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING AND YOU BOTH JUST START REALLY AGGRESSIVELY MOUTHING THE LYRICS

- kinda hot doe

- something for u to think about at night

- hey bitch this is a reminder to write about the fairy comments

- thanks past me

- SO

- hmm lemme think

- okay

- so

- okay yes

- so peter-man posts a tiktok of him doing flips n stuff

- like very generic white boy look at me doing things

- and it's very impressive

- but

- you decide to just GO AT IT IN THE COMMENTS

- LIKE TOTALLY ANNIHILATE HIM

- i'm just gonna write some examples

- fuck me for writing this on a computer finding all these emojis on here is very difficult

- oh well

- here we go:

- oh my god a squirrel just climbed up the tree in my front yard and it caught me so off guard my heart skipped a beat

- wait okay irrelevant

- for real this time here we go:

you ate that 💕🧚‍♀️⚡🌟next time make it me instead 💖🧚‍♀️✨ omg peter you came on my fyp 🧚‍♀️💖✨but make it on me next 🧚‍♀️💕✨🦋 a necklace 💕✨🧚‍♀️⚡but make it your hands ✨💖🦋😌

- and so on

- lets just say when peter saw those

- his face got SO RED

- TOOK HIM AT LEAST TEN MINUTES TO COMPOSE HIMSELF

- AND THEN HE RAN INTO YOUR ROOM

"y/n what is this"

"uh fairy comments"

"but they're so-"

- you just stare at him and like

- shrug

- but knowingly

- HAHA OKAY NEXT ONE

- okay i took a break to go sit in the rain and eat hawaiian rolls 10/10 experience def go do that next time it rains

- i think i wrote one like this but with the supalonely dance

- so this time

- we doing the savage dance

- first of all that song is a BANGER

- second, the dance is SO FUN

- so it's the same thing as last time

- you set up the camera but have it face peter instead of u sneaky sneaky

- and then u start doing the dance of course

- and obv peter is like yuhhhhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- clapping along and smiling and whooping

- supportive bby

- but THEN

- YOU THROW IT BACK

- HOMEBOY DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING

- HALF OF HIM IS LIKE OH FUCK I SHOULD'VE STOPPED HER

- OTHER HALF IS SAYING holy shit !

- once you finish you look at peter and he's just like 👁👄👁

- lol

- anyways

- you watch that video MULTIPLE TIMES afterwards

- okay in this one you and pete are 18+ because

- we like being legal 😌✋

- but it's one of those where you walk out in front of your boyfriend naked

- so peter just got home from patrol and climbs in through the window of y'alls shared apartment

- oh to live in an nyc apartment with peter parker UGH

"y/n? i'm home babe"

- the camera is shaking because you're laughing so hard and kinda nervy

- but you walk out of y'alls room and peter just turns to you

- nearly drops his fucking mask

- he's shocked for a second before he gets such a big smile on his face and throws you over his shoulder

- hehe

- okay last one i love this one sm this tiktok came up on my fyp and i immediately though THIS IS Y/N AND PETER

here it be::

https://www.tiktok.com/@wizqueifa_/video/6826567570116611333

god i hope that works and y'all can watch it lmk if u can't like if the link doesn't work or anything

- okay basically it's that tiktok but u and peter

- like that video EXACTLY everything about it is perfect

- that's it lol

- and i recommend watching her other tiktoks with her boyfriend bc their relationship is adorable and it's totally y/n and peter

- okay i think (hope to god) i've written all the ones that y'all requested

- i think i might only do just one more part of these???? idk i feel like if i just keep going on with them (cause obv trends keep coming) half this book would just be the tiktoks lol

- ANYWAYS

- peace out homies i love each and every one of you

- be kind to urself and try to be productive

- i'm gonna go try and write some more so

- yes

- MWAH <3

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hi i hope you guys are doing well

ily

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bondedbrotherhoodau · 5 years ago

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Complicated Part 1

Written by @YesImAGlowstick and @VishousBDB_ (AU)

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Vishous: *I walked into the gym and was glad no one was around. I put my earbuds in and played Nowhere fast by Eminem, as loud as the volume would go. I was trying to drown out the voices in my head, my thoughts, and the world around me. I was getting antsy and the only way to get a quick fix was sex or exercise. And atm I didn’t want to think about the first choice. So cardio and pumping iron it was. I did some quick stretches and then hopped on the treadmill. I started off at a slow jog to warm myself up. One foot in front of the other. Breathe, in through the nose and out the mouth. My arms making a quick pace beside me to match my pace. After about ten mins I jacked the machine up to a four incline and was running at full pace.*

Lassiter:

After my little spontaneous fight club the last time I’d hit the gym, I’d taken a step back from hitting the weights and fucking up the treadmills. Going a few rounds with whoever looked at me had done a lot to let out the last of the guilt and the anger, but that didn’t mean every other part of my life was sunshine and roses.

Between the happily mated pairs and the not so happily mated pairs, I was on struggle street heading uphill with a broken fucking clutch. And fuck me, it wasn’t like I was itching to be paired off. I’d known when I became an Angel, known that serving Him would take priority over all else. The past centuries I’d done my best to avoid the kinds of emotional connections that would cripple me if He ordered me away. How was I supposed to survive centuries of constantly losing loved ones?

Yet undeniably, all the Brothers and their mates meant more to me now than simple tasks set by Him for completion. If the Creator chose to pull me away, I would bleed inside.

That didn’t change the fact I was all but itching to get away from them right now. And thank fuck, The Pit was far enough away from the gym that I could pretend I couldn’t hear Vishous tapping away at a keyboard, or listening to a Red Sox game, on repeat, that nobody but Vishous, Butch and the Red Sox cared about.

Pushing open the gym door, I almost fell over myself in an effort to come to a dead stop.

“Oh motherfucker…”

If I backed out slowly… I could still get away. No sudden movements. No further expletives. Just leave…

Vishous: *I was sweating. My black shirt clung to my body like a second skin. I powered through my legs feeling like they were going to collapse. The pain shooting through my muscles a much welcome distraction. After a few more mins I could feel my body reaching a numbing point. I ran and ran until my playlist started to repeat itself. My body spent, I put the incline to zero and walked for a minute or two before turning it off. Shower. I popped out my earbuds and peeled off my shirt. That’s when I noticed the angel. He was staring hard.*

Lassiter:

Those diamond eyes locked on me as I stood in the frame, caught on the precipice of what was arguably heaven n’ hell. Somehow swallowing the slew of curses that ‘really’ wanted to come out, I reminded myself that I couldn’t pussy out. Instead I wrenched my gaze off the male and picked a bench halfway across the room, beelining it for the leather and throwing my towel over it.

Rather than glance back over at Vishous, all glistening skin and fearsome features, I grabbed a few discs of weight and racked them on.

Vishous: *His white gaze shifted and I waited for him to say something but instead he moved to the complete opposite side of the gym and was busy with weights. I went to my locker and as I opened the door, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my gym shorts. I pulled it out and had to bite back a curse. It was from Tohr saying I was on rotation with Lassiter tonight, because cop had tests to set up for the trainees. Fuck. I put my phone on the shelf in the locker and took off my shorts. I grabbed my towel and went to the showers.*

Lassiter:

Vishous doing the shortless walk to the showers did NOT escape my attention, FYI. That motherfucker’s rear was clearly crafted by Gods, though hopefully not his mother. Ew. Awkward thoughts…

I’d barely finished racking on the weight when my phone buzzed. I almost leapt on it, needing the distraction, hoping it was Tohr with a job to do or a request. I’d even play delivery boy tonight if it got me away from the manse.

But of course…

A string of colorful words left my lips at the directive to go on rotation with Vishous, and for the first time in a long time I almost considered replying with a ‘no’, or perhaps a ‘fuck no’. Then again…

Casting a glance toward the showers, I took a deep breath and tried to think it through. It wasn’t like we’d be doing anything but patrolling and fighting. And a good fight… damn, I kind of needed the exertion. I kind of needed to hit something.

Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I unloaded the weights and strode toward the showers. Stepping onto the tiled floor, steam wafted out to greet me, my hair sitting flat as I peered through the mists to find Vishous.

“Yo,” I called, my voice nice and steady. “We’re working tonight. Where do you wanna meet up? Upstairs or downtown?”

Vishous: *I turned the knobs to pretty fucking hot and stepped under the pounding spray of the shower head. I grabbed the shampoo and did quick work of washing my hair before moving to the bar of soap and giving my body a wash. The hot water felt good on my sore muscles. The sound of the water slapping against the tiles was calming. I put both palms flat against the tile wall and just let the water run over my head, chest, and shoulders. I heard footsteps come into the shower room and I turned my head to see lassiter a few feet away. I turned of the water and stepped out to grab my towel off the hook. I quickly began to dry myself off and wrapped it around my hips. I bit back a curse. I was hard as a rock. The towel did nothing to hide “it”. * Give me an hour and meet me on top of the iron mask?

Lassiter:

“A whole hour?” I muse, arching a brow at the request. “What, you gotta do your makeup n’ your hair or some shit? Don’t worry V, you’re pretty without all that extra shit,” I offer, doing my damndest to be both cheery and annoying. Judging by the look on the male’s face, I was hitting the target dead on.

And I mean, it wasn’t like I was wrong. Vishous /was/ pretty. The whole ‘son of a deity’ was working for him when I breezed in to see his glorious form all but splayed against the wall. Running water, steam, and an ass carved out of marble.

Was it possible to tempt angels into Hell like this? Cause dayum, I was suddenly grateful that He had never put a caveat on impure thoughts. I’d never get out of Hell.

“Aight, I’ll give you your hour. I’ma shower n’ get ready myself.”

But oh… did I dare shower down here? …nah, probably a bad idea.

Vishous: *The angel had his way of annoying the fuck out of me but at least it let up the tension in the air. I started towards my lockers and pulled out my leathers and shitkickers. Making quick work of getting dressed, I called back.* Yea cold steel is goin to look real fucking pretty. *I closed the locker up and walked out of the training center. I was headed to the pit, without another word to Lassiter.*

Lassiter:

Well… I guess that solved that problem. Being so annoying as to drive the male off was one way to get the showers to myself. As he went for his locker I shrugged, trying to ignore the twisty feelings in my gut and instead stripped off my shirt. Kicking off my sweats and joggers, I took one of the still cold showers and cranked the tap into ‘melt my fucking bones’ hot.

Yeah yeah, I can hear you all cautioning that I should’ve been having a cold shower, but hey, he was about to leave and I had the place to myself. Hot was gonna be fine.

Rolling my shoulders, I felt the scar down my back pull only slightly. Weeks of training and conditioning until I could barely feel the thing had done the trick, though I still didn’t bother summoning my wings anymore. And ironically, Vishous was one of the few I could tolerate showing it to at any point. Vishous had scars of his own - in that… we matched. Sadly.

Vishous: *I had dressed in my leathers and loaded up my dagger and gun holsters, checking everything a second time. I was really fucking hoping I wouldn’t have to use them. The night would be a quick recon and I could get back home and start drinking to forget all about Lassiter. To forget about cop. To forget who the fuck I was. I stepped outside the mansion and demateralized to the top of the iron mask. I lit up a handrolled as I waited for the angel.*

Lassiter:

The shower was magic, if not lonely, and rather than don my usual visually aggressive clothing line afterward, I instead pulled on the leather, shitkickers and all black ensembles the males were used to rocking in the night. Some days I figured they were all just shy of a few extra props to get a YMCA dance going.

A hop skip and a jump of ghosting across town and I appeared on the rooftop near Vishous, in invisi mode. I appreciated the view, and ironically, I wasn’t talking about the male. After a few seconds, I popped into existence beside him. Dear Creator, let this night not be a clusterfuck.

“Evening.”

Vishous: *As the angel appeared beside me I had just finished my smoke and was putting the butt in my breast pocket. My diamond eyes gave the angel a once over.* We start with the rooftops and then check the alleys. You move when I move. If its all quiet after a few hours we get to split as per Tohr. *Part of me wanted a good fight. The other part wanted to drink myself into a coma.*

Lassiter:

“No shit Sherlock,” I reply cheerfully, trying not to give Vishous the finger as he treated me like some rookie who’d never been on a rotation before. Some days it was a struggle not to remind these grouchy motherfuckers I was actually older than them. Respect your elders, bitches.

“Here’s hoping all the ickle Lessers are safe at home in their beds n’ we have a cruisy night. Dunno about you, but m’ not really in the mood for your bright n’ shiny personality,” I add bluntly, still faking the whole cheery smile routine. I was an angel, after all.

Vishous: Ditto angel. *I demateralized a few buildings down and into a nearby alley. I crouched low staying close to the building before I rounded the corner. A black truck hid me as I peeked around. I could smell them before they were even close. Baby powder and rot filled my nose. I wanted to gag. I didn’t bother turning around or waiting for Lassiter to keep up. He was tight on my ass. Had to give him props when it came to hunting. Gone was the cheery eyed school girl. Lassiter was all business. I whispered.* “I count three of them about a mile out. They smell new.” *I palmed a dagger and waited.*

Lassiter:

“Sure, if ‘new’ is rancid three week old meat and sugar,” I mutter, taking a deep breath and getting the same whiff of putrefaction.

Noting V drawing a dagger, I opted for the silent method too, ignoring the twin glocks and going for a nine inch stainless steel blade that’d slide home between a Lessers ribs no problem. I, however, wasn’t locked into the whole ‘hide and seek’ thing. Stepping past V, I shot him a quick look, my voice a whisper.

“Play distraction as they get closer.”

There were perks to being an angel. I didn’t have to dematerialize to go invisible, instead vanishing from sight and moving down the street like the grim fucking reaper, leaving Vishous in the shadow of the truck. Getting into place behind the Lessers, I mirrored their steps as they got closer to V’s spot.

The Creator himself could ask me and I’d deny it, but being on the other side as Lessers approached Vishous got my heart rate jacked. Regardless of our bullshit… protecting the male was right now at the top of my ‘to do’ list.

Vishous: *I stepped out of the shadows as Lassiter called it distraction. I knew the angel was near. Did I trust him not to get my ass killed? Short answer? Yes. The lessers caught a glimpse of me and started running. I didn’t see any automatic weapons so I didn’t draw my glocks. Instead, I widen my stance and moved in a blur of speed. I plunged my dagger in the chest cavity of the first lesser. He let out a screech and then pop. Flash of light and the fucker was gone. I turned toward the second but didn’t move fast enough before he sliced up my bicep with the butterfly knife he was carrying. I forced myself to kick the lesser, crushing his knee cap and sending him stumbling over. I backed up to give myself space, that’s when I saw the angel.*

Lassiter:

Good to see that as distracting as Vishous could be for me, he was even more so with Lessers. Whoop-di-fucking-do-dah.

Despite their running act, as soon as the two moved forward to engage V, I came up behind the third. Putting the invisible man to shame, I used the little blinding light moment from the Brother’s popped Lesser to insert my knife right through the top of the demon’s spine. The rest of his body went limp, his weapon clattering from lifeless fingers as his meat sack crumpled into a pile. Before I could drop down to provide my own little light show, everything shifted.

The scent of V’s blood in the air hit me like a truck. I didn’t think as I became visible again, my head whipping around to see the Lesser staggering back from the vampire, catching sight of me. V’s arm leaked red; the only color I saw as I darted forward. I barely felt the kiss of the blade as the Omega’s spawn took a slice at me. It glanced off my shoulder, silver blood spattering the concrete. I snarled, seizing the things head and wrenching it sideways. Its neck broke with a loud SNAP.

His body hit the pavement. My knife went for his heart. With another burst of sound and light, the corpse was gone. I looked to V.

“I said distract them, not introduce yourself to their weapons,” I managed, my tone mercifully even. “That cut deep?”

Vishous: *The angel made quick work of the remaining lessers and I have to say, the male was good with his hands. The adrenaline in my blood was so thick I didn’t feel the pain in my bicep…yet. I looked at my arm and holstered my daggers.* I’ll live angel. *A smirk on my puss as I went in my pocket to get out a smoke. I didn’t have time to react to what happened next. Fuck me this was sloppy. Noob move. I should of scanned better. My legs buckled and sent me flying face down kissing the concrete. I heard Lassiter saying something but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. My vision was blurry and getting dark. I tried to get up but my body was failing me.* Lassiter! *I screamed his name.*

Lassiter:

‘I’ll live’.

Famous last words.

The bullet ripped through the vampire like he was butter. For one impossible second my brain struggled to process it. The spray of blood. The whiplash of his body. The echoing crack that finally followed, the sound so much slower than the metal.

Then I was moving. Vishous hit the pavement and I was over him, my body a shield. Sliding my arms under his I dragged, hauling his leather coated rear out of the line of fire until we were tucked against the building.

“V! Vishous!”

I was snarling his name, but even if I’d screamed it he wasn’t about to pop those diamond eyes and flash me a smile. My fingers pressed against his throat, adrenaline hitting every nerve and frying my concentration until I felt that wonderful, incredible thing.

Tha-thump.

A pulse. He was out for the count but he wasn’t dead. But now I had two problems. Getting Vishous back to the med suite, and doing so without also getting my head blown off. Logic dictated I find the Lesser and rip him to pieces, but logic so often took a back seat for this sort of shit that now was no exception.

I ghosted, leaving the shelter of the building in my invisi state and flying down the street to the nearest car. If you think I cared that it had one window made of duct tape and barely four wheels, you’re dead fucking wrong. It was a stallion, a chariot, Willy Wonka’s magic elevator. It was the escape hatch and I broke into that bitch and started her like it was the Fast and the Furious and Vin Diesel was waiting for me to race.

Screaming back down the street, I jerked the car around and threw open the door. It offered some modicum of a shield, but already I could feel the hood of the car taking punishment. Dragging the male into the car, I didn’t wait for the door to shut properly before I stepped on the gas and lurched us forward. The windshield pinged, shards of glass scattering over me as bullets made almost perfect holes. A dodged lamp post, a mounted curb, and the car lurched onto a new street. The rain of gunfire ceased.

“Vishous!”

Glancing over at the male, I cursed and fumbled my phone out of my coat. A near flat battery. The time leered out at me from the screen. Just when I thought I’d lost a problem, I gained a new one. Dawn was barely twenty minutes off. Much as I liked to think this piece of crap stallion would make the manse in time, there was no way in hell.

I swung off the main road and changed direction, my brain racing ahead. There were parking garages and storage areas nearby that would provide the privacy and shade I’d need for the male for the day, but if I didn’t get to one fast enough, it wouldn’t matter. He was bleeding, and the amount of blood was upping my anxiety about a billion.

“Vishous! I need you to wake the fuck up and answer me!”

Vishous: *I was floating and Lassiter came to me with those huge white and silver tipped wings of his. I knew they were incredibly soft. I had touched them more than a few times. They felt like fucking clouds, being so strong as to lift the angel gracefully towards me. Everything was white so as shiny as Lassiter usually is he actually stood out from the background. He lifted me up in his arms. For some reason I couldn’t move a fucking muscle. I looked into his white eyes and for the first time in a while I felt comfort. The angel smiled at me and before I could ask a question he shook his head and I could hear him yelling for me to wake up. The sound was distant. Then it came closer, and closer until I closed my eyes and opened them again. Lassiter was driving and I tried to answer him in a raspy voice.* Miss me?

*~*~*~*~*~* End Part 1 *~*~*~*~*~*

#Complicated #BondedBrothersAU

#Vishous #Lassiter #AU

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theharlequinwriter · 6 years ago

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He’s Just like you.

Summary : you and sam have a bad fight causing you to leave not knowing your pregnant and its a couple years later

Word count : 2,720

triggers: swearing.

“Dean wheres sam”

I stood on my tip toes looking over deans shoulder looking for my tall boyfriend sam.

“He took of with that demon bitch”

I gritted my teeth.

“Ruby” I hated her more than anything , I knew that she was lying to us about helping dean outta going to hell but of course we couldn’t took a damn angel to save him. I hated how much sam trusted her , I feel like he would chose her over me , so I avoided the question during fights. I sat back on the couch grabbing my food from the brown bag dean had.

“You okay y/n?”

“Im fine why?”

“You seem upset lately maybe a little bitchy”

I pushed deans arm , taking a bite of my burger. We sat watching movies until at least midnight when sam finally came back in the door. Dean and I both turned now looking at sam who stood there as if he had just gotten off work.

“Where were you sam?”

“With ruby babe”

He walked by grabbing his salad pecking me on the cheek. I heard more footsteps and in walks in the demon herself ruby.

“Why the hell are you here demon bitch”

“Watch you’re tone with me hunter skank”

I walked around the couch coming face to face with ruby.

“Lets go bitch”

I pushed her back , sam came grabbing my hand leading me to the kitchen.

“What the hell y/n”

“Really sam”

“What?”

“You brought her here knowing how I feel about her”

“Shes helping me”

“I can help you sam”

“Not like she can”

“Are you sleeping with the bitch or something”

“What no”

“Then what the hell sam , why am I getting the 3rd degree here”

“Shes helping me y/n more than you or dean ever could”

“Wow sam I stayed with you even after dean went to hell ,I stayed when I found out you’re a demon blood junkie , I stayed even when she came” “No one asked you too y/n”

His hands now clenching into fist.

“I didnt ask you to stay , you did that all on your own”

“What was I gonna do sam , let you go y2k on everyone and everything?”

“I dont know y/n but it would of been easier if you just left”

“Really why so you could fuck her without feeling guilty after , oh im sorry I mean "helping” you"

“Actually you know what y/n yes okay yes im fucking ruby ,ya happy now , wanna know why? Cause she doesnt bitch all the time , she doesnt need me to protect her , id rather her have my back at least I can depend on her”

“SAM!”

dean yelled stepping between us.

I felt my heart shatter In pieces, I felt tears forming , I didnt want him to see me cry.

I walked away still hearing him yell at dean about how ruby is better for him than me , how maybe I should just go. I went to our room grabbing everything I could , smashing pictures as I walked around the room.

“Okay sam , hope your happy”

I walked away grabbing my bag and a little money. I gave dean a hug then I walked out the door not looking back.

I finally got to a cheap hotel where I got a single bed for the weekend. I walked inside falling onto the bed tears falling down my face. How could he say that. I took a shower , getting out my phone had a text from dean.

-hey y/n think it finally hit sam your not coming back , he might try call ya Ill let you know if he does anything stupid and dont worry about ruby ill gank her soon-

I didn’t reply i want sam to worry to realize im not going back.

Its been two months since I left, i decided I need to get a apartment in a little town where supernatural things didn’t occur. I went into the little market buying some food and shampoo oh and pregnancy test.

I got home taking the test , it came back positive only one guy could be the father.

Sam.

I havent slept with anyone else or even looked at another guy I still loved sam.

*TWO YEARS LATER*

“Mommy , mommy look”

I got down on knees taking the drawing out of ethans hand.

My son ethan looks just like his father , he has his eyes and hair , his laugh , smile. He makes me miss sam everyday.

“Thats amazing baby , what is it”

Looking at the drawings it was a very tall person with a cape and what look like dogs.

“Its daddy , you said hes saving people from devil dogs , silly mommy”

I put it on the frige placing him in his seat. I gave him his lunch , he always wanted to know about sam ever since he had a play date with a kid who had both his parents. I told him sam was off saving the world from monsters like ghost and devil dogs. He always asked if his daddy was coming home or will he ever see him.

He was so smart for a child his age. After lunch I asked if he wanted to go to the park to play and feed the ducks.

We got in the car buckling ethan into his seat. When got to the park , ethan took off for the swings. I sat on a bench close enough to see but not so close I can’t see my surroundings. Im still a hunter after all. Ethan was playing tag with some of his friends when another mom came and sat next to me.

“Hey y/n , how are you”

“Im fine susan ,how are you”

“Honestly a little shook up , some fbi agents came to the house asking about murders”

“Creepy”

“Oh my thats them”

She pointed her finger over at two men in suits , walking twords us. I brushed my hair into my face , I turned to her but she was already gone. As they got closer I could hear them banter back and forth.

“Excuse me miss may we ask you some questions”

I sat up looking up at the man who spoke.

“Hi sam”

His jaw dropped as I spoke to him , I flashed a smile , I jumped up hugging dean before reaching out offering sam a hug. He pulled me in hugging me tightly his hands rested on my lower back. I pulled away still having the smell of him fill my nose

“So what’s going on , I havent heard about any murders”

Dean spoke when sam just stood there with a big smile across his face.

“Happend in the 80’s thinking its a wendigo who went quite”

“You guys still gotta gank it nice or not a monsters a monster right”

“Right”

Dean winked at me before sam cut in.

“So uhh whats new”

“A little this , a litte that”

I didnt tell him about ethan, I didnt need a absent father in his life Sam kept glancing at the ground then back at me.

“We ganked ruby”

“Oh im sorry ”

“Im not ,she was tricking me”

“Oh well cant trust anyone I guess”

“Ive missed you y/n”

“I miss you too sam”

His smile grew bigger.

“Maybe we can get a drink tonight and talk”

“I can’t im sorry”

“Oh you got a boyfriend or something?”

“No ”

Dean now trying to help his brother spoke now giving me his best charm.

“Why dont the three of us go get a drink and talk about getting the band back together”

“Id love to you guys but I cant”

Sam was about to protest when ethan came running from the playground.

“Mommy , mommy I caught a bug”

I picked him up sitting him on my hip.

“Let me see”

He opend his hand showing a dead cricket"

“Its dead hun”

“I know silly mommy , it was scaring lisa so I saved her , like how daddy saved you from monsters”

I kissed his cheek putting him back down , crouching down I grabbed his hand.

“Go say bye we gotta go home”

He smiled running off to say bye, I stood up sam and dean both wide eyed and speechless. I waved my hand in front of sams face making him snap out of his trance.

“You have a a a a son?”

“Yea his names ethan”

Sam stayed speachless watching ethan run back to us.

Ethan stood by my side , gripping my pant leg tightly. Sam crouched down pulling out his fake fbi badge.

“Hi im sam”

Ethan grabbed his badge.

“Im ethan”

“Tell him your full name ethan”

ethan tucked his head into my leg before looking back at sam smiling.

“My name is Ethan Samuel Winchester”

Sams head shot up looking at me, he stood up trying to figure out what to say.

“Ethan hunny dont forget your toy”

He ran back to the swings where his toy dragon sat in the sand. Sam finally spoke.

“Is he mine?”

“Yes sam , hes your son”

“When did you find out"

"Maybe a month and a half after I left”

“Why didnt you call?”

“Didnt think you would care”

I could see tears filling up his eyes. Ethan walked over , picking him up I gave sam and dean quick hugs before walking to my car , shaky and on the verge of tears.

*sams pov*

Dean and I just killed off the 90 year old wendigo. Dean decided we had a crazy day so the bar was the perfect place to go. We sat down at a table near the back , dean ordered 6 shots of whiskey , 3 for each , and two beers one for each. As we drank my mind kept snapping back to y/n and our son.

“Sammy?”

I snapped out of my day dream to dean cheersing me with his shot.

“So you’re a daddy sam”

“Im not a dad im just the biological father , I wasnt there for anything”

Dean downed his other two shots , so did I. He raised he hand asking for 3

More rounds. We were in the middle of our 3 or was it 5th round with jack when I finally yelled.

“Why the fuck didnt she call me dean? Ya know just be like oh hey sam im pregnant with your child just fyi or a text something”

“You told her to go sam , told her you wanted ruby , that you were cheating on her with ruby , that you wished she left , you made her feel worthless , unloved , unwanted , you were so jacked up on demon blood you didnt care when she walked out the door”

I buried my face in my hands , dean was right , it was my fault she never came back or called , I dont blame her for hiding him from me.

Dean cleared his throat.

“She clearly tells the kid about you”

I looked up at him , feeling tears build behind my eyelids.

“What?”

“She tells the kid about you I mean you didnt hear him say he saved the girl from the bug like his daddy saved her”

My heart beat hard agianst my chest. I had to see her ,tell her everything. I stood up but dean pushed me back into my seat.

“2 more rounds”

After we drank I felt the room spinning , my thoughts jumbled between y/n and ethan , and more alcohol. I walked outside feeling the cold air hit my face.

“Cas!”

I yelled when I heard the sound of wings I turned to see 3 cas’s , he spoke but I couldn’t hear him.

“T-t-t take me to y/n”

Next thing I knew I was infront of a little white house.

*y/n pov*

*BANG BANG*

I ran to the door , it was 2 am who the hell is banging at my door this late. I opened the door to find a very drunk , very sad sam.

“Sam?”

He smiled pulling me to his chest.

“Y/n!!”

I took him inside sitting him on the couch handing him a water bottle.

“Sam what are you doing here?”

“This right here ”

He patted his hands on the couch.

“Is where im meant to be”

“Sam please dont”

“Please just listen”

I sat next to him making sure we didnt touch.

“Y/n im so sorry for how I acted , for what I s s s said , ruby was a lying bitch just l l like you said. She tricked me into horrible things I never had sex with her , I never even looked at her like that , I was so junked up on demon blood that I didnt see that you were what I needed , w w what I need baby.”

I saw tears falling from his eyes now when he spoke.

“Baby you are my world , and we have a son , , I dont blame you for keeping him from me, but I I can’t , wont miss anymore of his life or yours , I need you back y/n , im so sorry so so so sorry”

He was now full on crying , I could tell dean had gotten him drunk so he could say how he felt. He looked back at me , his eyes blood shot and his breath smelling of whiskey.

“He has your eyes sam”

“Really?”

“Yeah , he is just like you more and more everyday”

I felt tears falling down my face.

“Sam you can come back but you have to be here , I wont let you hurt ethan”

“I wont ever hurt eaither of you”

His hands grabbed mine pulling me to him so now I was sitting on his lap facing him. He put one of his hands on my lower back while the other rested on my cheek. He closed the gap between us his lips gently touching mine. I kissed back running my hands through his hair making the kiss deeper.

“Ive missed you so much sam”

I helped him upstairs ,letting him sleep in my bed. As I layed next to him , he wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me into his spooning me.

“Does ethan know about me?”

“Yeah he knows you and dean hunting monsters like ghost and demons but he thinks your a superhero”

I heard his laugh as we fell asleep. I woke up before sam untangling myself from him. I walked downstairs where ethan sat watching his morning cartoons. I called him over to the kitchen sitting him in his chair I went to the frige grabbing things for pancakes.

“Mommy what’s wrong?”

Ethan looked at me smiling

“Nothing baby”

I walked away from my mixing bowl picking ethan up sitting him on my hip. Grabbing my wallet I took the picture of me sam and dean out handing it to him.

“That right there is your uncle dean , hes really brave and the tall guy thats your daddy sam he’s my hero”

Ethan smiled holding the picture, I walked into the kitchen sitting him down on the floor. I heard steps coming from upstairs.

“Ethan hun I have a surprise for you”

His head snapped up looking at me with wonder.

“What is it mommy?”

“I want you to look at that picture real close”

As he squinted his eyes , sam came down standing at the walk way into the kitchen.

“Now ethan look up”

Ethan looked up from the picture , as his eyes met sam , the biggest smile formed across his face.

“DADDY!!!”

he ran over grabbing sams legs as sam picked him up.

“Daddy your back!”

Sam hugged him tears falling down his face. His eyes locked onto mine.

“Daddys home now ethan”

After breakfast dean came over so ethan could know his family. As sam and I did dishes his hands grabbed my hips spining me around so now I was face to face with him.

“Y/n I wanna be a family”

“We are sam”

“I wanna make it offical”

He reached into his pocket pulling out a ring.

“I know its not much but will you marry me ?”

“Yes sam oh my lord yes”

He kissed me , my hands tangled in jis hair as we parted I could hear ethan and dean.

“Ew mommy and daddy are kissing”

“I know right gross”

I smiled at sam , knowing he will always be there for ethan and I

#Littlebrothersammyimagines #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader

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rebelliousbabya-blog · 6 years ago

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~What Is Love?~ Pt. 9

"Hey guys." I said as the Sam and Dean walked into the bunker which is where I call home.

Cas had allowed me to stay there, making sure to ward me from Rapheal and his followers. The boys had a fit at first saying "You could have changed." or "She could be a changling." After some testing I proved them wrong and here I am.

It was really nice there and it was nice that they let me stay, even though they know that I am an angel they still allow me too come in and sleep and junk. I do have to sleep on the couch but that is okay. Angels don't sleep anyway so most of the time I just stay awake and go outside, then sit on top of the bunker walls. Watch the stars. The only bad thing is that they fight so much and go behind each others back, the brothers I mean. I do not understand. Why not just tell one another, it would save so much time and heartache. Humans are so confusing. It makes it worse though because the fighting hurts me. It is a memory. A painful flood of memory's come when I hear them fight. The memory's of my brothers fighting that lead them down the path of doom. What if Sam and Dea- Wait, no you can not think about that for they are not angels. And they are not wicked. Deceiving? Yes. Evil and Wicked? Not at all.

Anyway usually you are made to stay at the bunker and do research then call one of the brothers or Cas on what I find but today was a little twisted.

"Okay come on Y/N. We have something for you." Sam said waving his hand towards him and Dean, beckoning you over to them.

"Oh, Umm, Okay." You said while closing the book in front of you then walking to the brothers. Whilst doing this you heard Dean calling out loud for my brother Castiel.

"Cas! Come on you have to be here to this was part of your idea." He paused. "Okay maybe not but still you should still be here." And with that he showed up out of the blue with the sound of wings.

"Hello Sam, Y/N, and hello Dean. You called me?"

"Yea, we are going to show her. Follow me kiddo." Dean said taking charge of the group.

"Okay where are we going?" I asked out of curiosity.

"You will see." Replied Sam with a smirk.

I do not know why but I believe that is the sign of bad and I should run away but I also want to see what it is.

"Here we are!" Dean said stopping making me run into a Castiel's back unexpectedly.

"Sorry Casey, I did not mean to."

"It is okay now open the door." He said calmly whilst pushing me in front of him just a tad.

I looked at him then back at the door, Grabbed the door knob and turned.

Creaaakk

It groaned as I opened it slowly.

Inside was...

Beautiful!!

(A/N.. At this point in time you can make this however you want but I am going to say what I would think it would look like.)

I opened the wooden door painted white all the way this time quite fast actually then walked inside. It was a small square room except it has a high roof to it, making up for the space. The door was on the right side of the room. Walking in I stepped on a soft square rug that was black and red stripes with white music notes on it. Looking down I couldn't help but to curl my toes and uncurl them, feeling the soft cushion below my cold bare feet. I looked back up from the rug into the room. The walls where a light grey but bare waiting to be filled with toys and drawings, pictures and weapons. Looking in front of me I saw a door that was glass but not see through. Much like fogged up windows when it is cold outside.

I walked forward a bit letting everyone else in but also to see more of this room.

On the left, back corner I saw a loft thing, made out of light brown wood and it looked cool and fun. It was like a bunk-bed for a latter went up to the top part. There sat a bed, The comforter on it was black with blue, purple and red swirls, looking like an unfinished galaxy. The pillows where fluffy black pillows. Below the bed was a bean bag with a bookshelf that spread across the entire underside which is pretty big and a curtain so that you could be in peace. I looked above to see a white plain ceiling but I noticed on the wall across from me there was a bridge that ran from the bed to another platform on the opposing side of the room on that platform was a table and a chair with shelves made into the wall and then a black slide running down into the middle of the room. Walking into the middle of the room by the edge of the slide I turned around to face the door and on the door side of the wall sat, well hung I should say a swing but it was mesh all the way around besides an opening but a zipper was there to trap yourself inside, all around it on the walls was what looked like a familiar place but not at the same time. The painting had (Favorite Element) But also clouds around it looking closer you notice it was your planet but also heaven. Turning back around I went into the clouded glass door. Inside was a bathroom and another door. A black door with lighter swirls on it, opening that one was a huge empty closet. Walking back out I look at the guys standing by the door frame. The green eyed one leaning against one side smirking, the long haired one standing against the other, just straight smiling and an angel right between them standing proud.

I tilt my head in confusion and amazement at them as if asking for answers. Which I was.

"Do you like it?" Sam asked his smile fading just a bit.

"Well yea it is beautiful but I ju-

"Good, cause it is yours." Dean cut me off by saying these words.

My jaw dropped.

"What!?" I asked in dis-believe-ment.

"Yes. He speaks the truth Y/N." Castiel said calmly and soft.

I look around at the room then back at them smiling. Running to them I tired to fit my arms around them.

"Thank You!" I screamed

"You are welcome kiddo now lets go shopping for you to get stuff to decorate this plain room" Dean said.

"And get new clothes." Sam added.

"Okay"

(Time Brought to you by Dean cutting of all of Sams hair in his sleep)

Deans P.O.V

I watched as Y/N jumped out of the car and drag Sammy around by the wrist. It wouldn't have been funny except she just barely comes up to Sam's shoulder. Cas and I followed behind them changing our speed to what the young girl wants.

"Can we get this? Please? It is okay if I can't." You heard Y/N say and pick up a couple solar sets. One that hung from the ceiling and a couple that clung to the wall and glow in the dark. She picked up a bunch of posters of bands mostly but some video game stuff and junk like that. I saw her pick up a Metallica, Guns and Roses and a Rolling Stones poster which made me so proud then a couple that I didn't know like Sleeping With Sirens and Motionless in White. Linkin Park and Five Finger Death Punch. I have no clue but okay.

We then went to a couple clothing stores she didn't really find much until we went to a place called...

"Hey Dean should we show her Hot Topic maybe she will like something there." Sammy asked.

"Umm yea sure I guess." I replied.

I have never been there but I heard It was an "Emo" store.

Turns out she loved it. She was like a kid in a candy store.

There was one thing I liked that she picked out. A zip up hoodie that kind of looks like a mix of Sam and I's jackets but also it looks like a school jocks guy varsity sweatshirt. It was a dark purple and red mixed with grey. It looked good.

I kept walking until I heard Sam call my name frantically.

I jogged over to him to see an entire section of us. Of supernatural.

"Oh dear god, Lets go Y/n!" I yelled from across the small store.

"Okay." Is what I got and saw Cas and Y/N but Cas was covered in clothes and junk. Piled to the top in dark clothes and makeup.

I just stared and then laughed hitting Sam in the chest and pointing at Cas.

Sam started to laugh also.

At the end of the day we all went into the squirt's room to see how she was doing I left Sam with her earlier to help out and when I walked in I had to stop and gaze.

The ceiling was painted like a perfect galaxy the solar planets flying high and the grey boring walls now had a single red stripe going through the middle and posters hung everywhere except the wall with the painting that Cas did, right by the hanging chair. There where lights hanging from the ceiling glowing teal and white with a little purple.

There sat Sam and Y/N in the middle of the room writing cards covered in paint. Same as them. Sam was covered in purple and blacks and blues and pinks. Y/N was not any better though.

They where thank you cards.

"Oh here." Y/N said getting of the floor and running to me as she handed one to me and one to Cas then one to my brother right next to her on the wooden floor.

Dean,

Thank you oh so much, I know that it is sappy to write a card but I think writing is better to say what I am feeling than saying it all out loud. I want to thank you for taking me in and helping me. Or for making me my amazing room which I love just an Fyi. I think I may need a long time in here and I hope I do not make to much trouble. I will and do as you need me to for you have helped me much more than I can explain. As you told me family does not start nor end in blood. And I know you did not like the thought of me being here in your life at first but even if you still don't I just want you to know, I count you as my brothers now. You and Sam are all I have left and I want too help you in any way I can.

Love,

The ArchAngel

Y/N.

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Word count - 1879

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Thank you for reading this. I hope it wasn't to confusing for you guys and if you really like it I would appreciate a vote and some ideas for the book or maybe even some constructive critisicm!!

THANK YOU AND HAVE AN AMAZING DAY MY REBELLIOUS BABY ANGELS!!

#cute #spn imagines #supernatural imagines #supernatural #spn #spnfamily #archangel #fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #winchesters

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ilvsyzj · 4 years ago

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Chapter Thirty-Three: Journey to Safe Haven Mountain Part II.

Week #4, Wednesday, 12/23/2020

The next morning after breakfast we packed up our stuff and continue our journey to Safe Haven Mountain. Some of the humans were feeling better and they started talking to us. We got some updates and a lot mythical creatures died and so did the human race. Today, was another beautiful day, and we were pretty much rested from yesterday trip. Today, Vix said we shouldn’t stop today. Because if we keep stopping we might get attacked. Also Scarlet and Icy went ahead to see how far we need to go and Scarlet reported that we only have 45 minutes to go. So Safe Haven Mountain is actually pretty close to our house, because we are at the South Island of where the war is. By 3:45pm we finally arrived at Safe Haven Mountain. The Healers took the wounded humans and the rest of us ate our late lunch and freshen up. Our Healers went to see what they can learn from the more experience healers of Safe Have Mountain, and Sky went off to do some exploring. I actually took a nap. We are going to stay here for a few days, because Sky and I have to some training. I did a lot of hiking and so I get tired very easily.

When Sky got back from his exploring trip there was a smile on his face. I think he found something good during his exploring trip. I didn’t ask him what he found, but I have a feeling that its for me. Our healers came back from their training. Then Scarlet and Icy called me and Sky over.

Scarlet: Tomorrow is your first Yin Yang Royal Couple training.

Icy: We are going to be staying here for a two weeks.

Sky and Jazzy: Understood.

Scarlet: Any questions?

Sky and Jazzy: No.

So tomorrow Sky and I are going to be training for two weeks. I feel excited and scare at the same time. Sky can sense it and he began to give me a back rub. All of Sky’s massages makes me feel better. We went back to our campsite and we just sat around and relaxed. We didn’t do much for the rest of the day because we are all very tired. Safe Haven Mountain was very pretty and large.

Sky: Babe, you want to explore Safe Haven Mountain?

Jazzy: -yawning- Not tonight.

Icy: Since Christmas is after tomorrow there’s no training. Just an FYI.

Sky and Jazzy: Thanks.

Icy: You’re welcome.

Jazzy: We’ll do some exploring on Christmas.

Sky: Deal.

Since Christmas is the day after tomorrow. We can’t really celebrate because of the war, and we still have a lot of training to do. But having a day off on Christmas day, which is really great. Around 9pm we all had dinner and went to bed early. But an hour later we heard someone screaming really loudly inside Safe Haven Mountain. We all got up and ran towards the scream. It turns out that Jeff and Brandy were having sex out in the open and Jeff was tickling her. That’s why she screamed.

Brandy: Sorry. -blushing-

Jeff: Oops.

Ashley: -angry- You two are so weird. First you two will fight like cats and dogs, and then you two are making up like wild animals. Can you two please keep it down?

Jeff and Brandy: -laughing-

Ashley: -angry- So not funny.

Jazzy: I agree.

So after the scare. We all went back to bed. While Jeff and Brandy try to keep it down. But we can still hear them loud and clear. They were having sex throughout the entire night. I couldn’t sleep because we are werewolves we have very good sense of hearing, and we can hear every little tiny detail. Jeff and Brandy were very loud. I think Brandy is in heat because they were going at it for a really long time. Sky was a wake as well and so was everyone else. Including Toothless, Snow, Scarlet, and Icy. Sky finally got and went to Jeff and Brandy to shut the fuck up. Because it was already 3am. Yea they were going at it for that long. We heard a whimper and a yelp. Then silence. I got curious and asked Sky what he did just now when he return to our tent.

Jazzy: What did you do?

Sky: -laying down- I pull them apart and growled at them. Jeff yelped because I pulled his hair, and Brandy whimpered because I pulled her away from her soon to be husband.

Jazzy: I didn’t know you can do that without getting hurt.

Sky: Yea. If soul mates can’t control while their doing it and it makes everyone uncomfortable, then I have to step in and pull them apart. If I allow them to keep going and Brandy is in heat they can go on for days, until she becomes pregnant. So, if I don’t stop them right now they will still be going at it when we get up in the morning. I want them to be focus and not just have sex. Remember the rule during the orientation?

Jazzy: Yes. Oh. Right. Mission comes first. Then pleasure.

Sky: Mhm. I was just reminding Jeff and Brandy of that. If they don’t focus then we are all going die.

Jazzy: True. Thank you for calming them down. -kissing Sky on the mouth- Goodnight Babe.

Sky: Goodnight.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet. The only sound you can hear is the dripping of the cave water. But that’s it.

-End of Chapter Thirty-Three-

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49scribes-a · 7 years ago

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Starters From Shit Said In Gaming Streams:

Some NSFW and potentially triggering content

“Yeah sometimes those big zombies just don't take the hint and then half their bodies come after me.”

“Stop throwing up zombies. Its unsanitary.”

“Thigh highs fit for any _____.”

“BARREL ROLL.”

“Stop keeping quotes about the shit I say when I'm _________.”

“OH, RAPID FIRE. RAPID FIRE. LOOK AT THAT.”

“...whatever the fuck that shit is.”

*sarcastically* “Oh nooo... an ambush. Like, whatever will I do.”

“Y'know I would've fallen from whatever height that was and I would've gotten up.”

“OYNO. Where is it? KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT.”

“Ew it popped.”

“____lord disapproves.”

“Rocking that [name]licious scarf.”

“SHIT ITS BOY/GIRLFRIEND IS COMING.”

“Oh, shit, that's a lot.”

“Of course half of them had to live.”

“Oh did you die finally? Thanks for the money! Even if you only had ___.”

“You made people suffer enough when you were alive. Can't you, y'know, give it a rest?”

“I'm little red riding hood~”

" 'Just got [name]'d'. WOW. You really gonna go there?”

“Already went there.”

“Okay I'm bored. I'm gonna leave it. I'm gonna leave it alone.”

“Op she's vomitting zombies.”

“Deeeeaaaaaath.”

“[name]licious used Swift! Its super effective!”

“Please stop.”

“Whoa that star kinda freaked out.”

“Pop goes the zombubble.”

“Y'know whenever people say [ran him through with a sword] I think of someone like literally running and PLUNGING their sword through someone.”

“If ur sword-running game ain't as strong as Season 2 Suzaku's y'ain't doin it right.”

“We don't talk about that ending. That still hurts me.”

“OF COURSE WE DO. You know what we REALLY don't talk about?"

“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT _____.”

“The goat people!!! And the trees...”

“We've got demonic goat people, I think some frogs... yep, definitely a frog.”

“This house is on fire but it wasn't me.”

“Ooooo legendary shoulders.”

“Oh great, they explode.”

“Biiiirb. Birb birb birb birb. Caw caw motherclucker. BIIIIIRB.”

“I'm going to name this bird ______, and it will be the best ______.”

“Did you just name that ____ after [name]?”

“[name]licious and [name]. Nice(tm).”

“You could've lived if you just stayed still like a good tree.”

“Swift Game Intensifies.”

“Cat Fight!”

“Long time no dick shot.”

"[NAME] YOU ARE BANNED.”

“Holy shit that was a trip.”

“The sweet sound of projectile evisceration.”

“Anybody alive on this side? Okay good I don't need that kind of drama in my life.”

“I COULDN'T STOP PUNCHING HIM.”

“Story of my life.”

“I love how you got literally blown away.”

“Fuck your _____-- SHIT, FUCK--”

“We forgot to start a swear count.”

“Explode, explode, explode-- yyeeaaaaa.”

“I HATE LIFE WHAT IS THAT HOW DID I MISS”

“RIPPERONI SWISS CHEESE”

“Don't you give me your patronizing pats I don't need them.”

“See if I ever give you sympathy pats again.”

“I'm still keeping quotes just fyi.”

“Fucking gasp.”

“BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP.”

“STOP TAKING QUOTES, [NAME] oh my god--”

“I need to take that guy over there with that freaking shotgun Hell nya.”

“YOINK.”

“Eeeeew he ragdolled...”

��Uuuh what did you guys see-- actually nope no I take it back I don't wanna know I don't wanna know what you guys saw.”

“2 much swear 4 utube.”

“I... read that as [do you know how many brain dead dick heads I've hung in my life] and I was like... since when did you kill people?”

“If I killed people you would know because I wouldn't be able to keep my disgusting disection pictures to my fucking self.”

"[CHECK OUT THIS ORGAN LOOK HOW WEIRD IT IS].”

“I was going to laugh if you pole-vaulted to your doom.”

“Well, no, you can swing across. Me? I'm gonna get fUCKED.”

“HIS LEG WORK.”

“I'M IN ATUAL TEARS.”

“I'm like... expecting something to blow up at this poi-- aaand there it is.”

“I don't know what you're reaching for cuz God ain't gonna help you.”

“Wouldn't it be funny if he hit the window and he just... didn't go through it. Just hit the window with a loud THUNK like a bird hitting glass.”

“That rocket launcher is gonna become my best friend.”

“YOU STILL FUCKING SURVIVED THAT SHIT? YOU TOOK IT TO THE /FACE/.”

“Fuck off, I don't want what you're selling-- I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU'RE SELLING.”

“Fuck your turret gun.”

“Fuck it.”

“YEAA-- NOOOOO.”

“How did that not just shove his nose into his skull?”

“I wouldn't have gotten back up, I would've been down. I would've probably been knocked out or... winded... and crying.”

“Yea fuck you _______ I don't like you either.”

“Her name is _____ lady and _____ lady it shall stay.”

“I can't wait to-- Oh look another fucking _______.”

“MAN, HE TWIRLLLED.”

“When I die, I want to ragdoll.”

“Why ragdoll like an Uncharted NPC when you can ragdoll like a Skyrim character leaping off the top of the Throat of the World on the back of a horse.”

“The music is so nice when you don't pay attention to the destruction around you.”

“I want to glitch through the ground, stretching for miles across the land while twitching enough to unnerve the most bad ass fucker before flipping off into space like a goddamn hyper speed rubber band.”

“You want the weirdest things...”

“But they are simple things.”

“How is her makeup still straight. Eye liner still on point.”

“HEY LOOK ITS YOU-- I'm just kidding.”

“You hurt my feelings, that IS totally me.”

“Worship me and my big blue ball.”

“Oh that werewolf fucker. Fucking closet furry.”

“Manicure my _____ nails.”

“I know, I have to fix your ass because all your shit is where its not supposed to be.”

“WELL ITS NOT FUN IF I MAKE IT EASY.”

“DO U THINK I WANT PEOPLE IN HERE TOUCHING ALL MY SECRET SHIT.”

“I GOT PORN MAGS IN HERE.”

“You know I just kinda realized how weird of a pose that is.”

“Tbh -- its taking a huge shit.”

“For some reason I forgot the water drains and thought the statue's loin cloth lifts to reveal a doorway between its legs.”

“God damn it, tired of your bullshit. Have to keep fixing your stuff. Keep fixing your ______...”

“This isn't a dagger. Its a _____. But I'd still stab someone with it.”

*Opens my chastity belt.*

“You know its actually kinda romantic down here---no its not.”

“I transcended the ban like a boss.”

“YOU'RE STILL BANNED, [NAME].”

“GET VORED BY THE STATUE.”

“WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS.”

“I really hope I get that job so I can buy that shirt that says [_______] I've been wanting.”

“No, the part with the ice caves, before you meet Furry McFuckgoat.”

“While that is a very metal fucking way to die -- it also seems extremely uncomfortable.”

“I was surprised there wasn't anything supernatural... or weird. I mean besides the exploding mummies.”

“WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THOSE GOLEM POSERS.”

“What a dick! Making me throw that grenade without meaning to!”

“You know I just shot him... a clip full... in the dick. I didn't mean to but... it happened.” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Have a grenade.”

“Yeah you're not allowed up here. You have a ______. We don't serve your kind here.”

“New user -- who dis”

“I might regret this decision later.”

“[Name], please, stop playing peek-a-boo.”

“That dead guy just... waves goodbye as he ragdolls.”

“I HAVE REGRETS.”

“You know what, just as well. I have regrets. I didn't mean to throw that grenade.”

“PANICKING. PANICKING.”

“THINK YOU'RE FUCKING FANCY WITH YOUR ROLLING?”

“Okay that guy was defying gravity for a while there, that was kinda weird.”

“YOU'RE NOT FANCY-- Oh my god he twirled.”

“I FOUND WHAT I WANT.” *runs*

“REGRETS. Aaaah, regrets. A lot of regrets.”

“That death twitch... as seen on Twitch TV.”

“Little man, compensating much.”

“Right in the Shnoz.”

“ZIG ZAG, ZIG ZAG.”

“I DON'T THINK ZIG ZAG WORKS WITH MILITARY RPGS.”

“Make-up still on point. Hair still flawless.”

“LAMINATE YOUR FUCKING MAP. ITS RAINING. IS THAT MAP EVEN RELIABLE AT THIS POINT.”

“Where would you laminate a map in ______? What do you think there's a Kinkos around the corner?

“GOD IDK, BUT PUT IT IN SOMETHING MORE WATERPROOF THAN YOUR ASS POCKET.”

“Oh man that is the best twirl I have ever seen.”

“Fab. He practiced.”

“I just had to process Impressed because I heard it as Imp Breasts.”

“Drama queen. Fucking clutching his chest to die. Just ragdoll like everyone else.”

“Hey, what has more brains than the gunmen right now? The wall behind them.”

"[that didn't attract too much attention] YOU RAN A TRAIN THROUGH A BUILDING.”

“I am just a soggy man.”

“I have water logged fingers.”

“Yeah. YEAH. I forgot about these actually. Ah... ha ha... I forgot about these...” *cries*

“Her tits are always bigger from the side. The fuck is with that. They never the same size either. Watch. Watch them titties grow.”

“All Aboard the Pain Train.”

“Push your ass off the train-- BYE.”

“REALLY. YOU-- who has the strength of a shit ton of fucking monkeys... can't kick that through?”

“My heart just did A Thing at being called [they].”

“I never actually see the scenery on this train because I'm always dying.”

“BANE OF MY EXISTENCE RIGHT HERE. Guess my streak of Not Dying is gonna end right here.”

“AAH I ALMOST DIED-- I almost died there too.”

“SPLAT.”

“Railroaded.”

“Oh, I'm gonna have to fight a big guy. I really-- please don't make me fight a big guy.”

“Damn he thicc.”

“Here, its a present~” *throws a grenade*

“I think they want a receipt for their present so they can return it.”

“Bye-- I think that was a dick shot.”

“I love the sound of glass breaking.”

“I missed...” *tsk* “That's a problem.”

“Hey. For stress relief, fling yourself. Right there. To the left.”

“LAAAAAAAAUNCH.”

“Just fucking launch into oblivion for stress relief.”

“I just ate someone else’s half eaten burger like the trash goblin I am.”

“I am both mildly disgusted with myself and yet satisfied because it was a good burger.”

“Oblivion is to the left. Just launch into it. Embrace it. Fly like the majestic fucking eagle you are.”

*singing* “Life... hates me. I hate life.”

“Did he just die crab walking.”

“Died doing what he loved. Being a crab. Snip snap.”

“Am I the only one here who sees perfect opportunities to fling myself off a cliff and actually does it?”

*whimpers* “WELLIguessitwasallfornothingbecausenowIhavetodiebecausethisasshole--”

“That's the sound of when you get your ass shredded.”

“Good lord--”

“Shredded Wheat [name]s.”

“I hope if I ever die by gun, its to one of those. I wanna look and feel like swiss cheese.”

“You gonna one-punch fuck me like jason borne?”

“ONE PAAAUUUUUUUUNCH.”

“FUCK I got stuck in the wall...”

“HOW THICK THAT DUDES ARMS ARE.”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME I was trying to get away from you.”

“That cat is looking at me like [Why are you yelling so much?]”

“Man you eat more bullets than dogs in Resident Evil.”

“Fuck my life, Terminator.”

“That's not his liver...”

“That's totally his liver.”

“Well that's what you get for not paying for your train ticket.”

“Train stops here.”

“Guess they got... sidetracked.”

“You could say he's got a one-track mind.”

“You could say its been derailed.”

“I don't think this is the best train of thought for this situation.”

"I think I can, I think I can...”

“YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT.”

“I hope I took them out wiTH MY DEATH.”

“Fucking gave him a sliding icy nut shot.”

“Packed some powder onto those donut holes.”

“I didn't say I was coming naked to this place.”

“Just barrel roll over a fucking corpse it coo'l.”

“Where do these fuckers get grenades at like... they need to shove their grenades up their ass.”

“I don't know what the fuck you think you saw but it wasn't me.”

*Hands you voreos*

“Get out of here with your voreos.”

#RP Prompt #crack #*jazz hands*#lookit me #makin' my own RP prompts

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tweakerwolf · 8 years ago

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Ren Endings Masterpost

The fox boy!!! REN! Final list is getting started. Standard reminder/fyi: I number the endings going down each column and then moving over to the top of the next.

Ren, the surprise snake in the grass!! How excited were all of you when Gato revealed him?! I was itching to try him out and boy was I surprised! He has so many endings (and so many of them as survivals)... but in some of them I was mean to the precious fox boy D: but, I mean, it made his arc soooo interesting! This one will probably take me a bit to get through since he has the most endings and some of them overlap but I feel like it might get confusing if I put too many of them on the same post... But that just means more writing for me, it isn’t really that big of a deal for you all hahaha. How to actually unlock Ren’s path is under the Read More, I figured I should include that since he’s unlocked a little different than the other guys.

Warnings are available in the individual posts, as well as details about what the endings entail, and like before, the actual clickable dialogue choices you need to make will be bolded for easier reading :) Same as before, if you have questions for any reason, just send me an ask (anon or not) telling me what you need and I’ll reply ^.^

Happy Death Collecting!!!

In order to unlock Ren, you need to go to the Jackalope and wait for him to come out of the bathroom when you’re talking with Lawrence. When there is the awkward silence, “Ask Ren if everything is okay.” Later, when it comes time to pick a drink, -pick Lawrence’s drink-, it’s very important. Lastly, after everyone leaves the bar and you are running away from Lawrence, make sure to head to the -right- into the alley. This time, there is an orange fox tail sticking out from behind the trash cans. Click on it (yea, you have to actually click it) and Ren pops out and intercepts you! You will now be taken to his house and can explore his arc. (As far as my exploring goes, those are the only key choices that matter, the other dialogue that you have with Lawrence don’t seem to affect Ren’s path)

1. You let Ren take care of you.

2. You got a new piercing.

3. You got nailed.

4. You escaped and spared Ren.

5. You took Ren for yourself.

6. You let Ren bleed.

7. Now the house is yours.

8. Ren shocked you to death.

9. Your body gave out.

10. He’ll never ever let you go.

11. Ren shot you in the head.

12. He didn’t need you.

13. You stayed with Ren.

14. You nailed Ren in the head.

15. You’ll replace Ren’s scars.

16. It’s not so bad.

17. Ren won’t let you die.

18. You helped Ren.

19. You’re his pet now.

20. You’re all his.

21. You choked Ren to death.

22. You kept Ren.

23. You gave him some new holes.

24. Ren ate your heart.

25. You ran from Ren.

26. You’ll care for each other.

27. You begged for more.

#Boyfriend to Death #Boyfriend to Death 2 #btd #btd game #btd2 #btd Ren #Ren endings #btd endings #masterpost

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rockinthebeastmode · 8 years ago

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Mr. Brightside

A/N: So, a few things about this. First, it’s another Finn POV because it’s apparently all I know how to write. Second, it’s kinda supposed to be a ‘prequel’ to Smile Like You Mean It, though it reads just as well by itself. Probably better by itself tbh. Third, it pretty much follows Season 2, Episode 4 and a little of 5, and there’s a shit ton of dialogue in the beginning directly from that. FYI there’s a line from Chop that I couldn’t make out no matter how many times I listened to it so forgive my substitution and someone please tell me what the fuck he actually said. LASTLY its based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers. Hope you enjoy!

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Mr. Brightside

It had been weeks of no contact and I finally was starting to feel like I could be around her again. I still loved her, no doubt about that. But I couldn’t stand not having her around me, or the gang. She had become one of my best mates and even though I couldn’t touch her or kiss her like I really wanted, it was a price I was willing to pay.

I took a deep breath and shoved my sweaty hands in my pockets and attempted a nonchalant walk towards her. She inhaled sharply when she saw me and my heart jumped. I sat across from her, sitting back and avoiding her eyes.

“Do you want me to go?” she asked, quietly. My head snapped to her.

“Nah, don’t be silly,” I said, meeting her eyes for only a moment. I lost my nerve and looked towards the football field. She sighed and I gritted my teeth. Time to come out of your cage, Finny-boy.

“Look, I don’t like this. It’s ridiculous,” I bit out, without thinking. I paused a second before finishing.

“Can we be friends?”

Her face seemed to brighten and I felt short of breath as she answered and smiled at me. I sat beside her, smiling back. Yes.

“I’ll fight with you, Rae.”

I looked at Izzy as she spoke, trying to keep from staring at Rae.

“I don’t know how to do it, but I’ll try.”

“You know I’m there Raemundo. I’ll step in, she won’t touch ya,” Chop said from beside Izzy.

“Can’t hit a girl though,” I piped up, cradling my drink across my chest.

“Not saying I’m gonna hit her, *I’m gonna put an end to that shit*, we could all do it,” he answered. My eyes met Rae’s across the table and I tried to smile.

“What about next time though, when none of us are there? What’s gonna happen then?” Archie asserted. Rae buried her head in her arms.

“I’m gonna get murdered,” she said mournfully. Chloe came up seconds later and Rae took her aside. I went to take a gulp of my Fosters when I heard Chloe’s next words.

“Amy told me how you two keep going off together--”

My head snapped towards them but Chloe’s next words sounded muffled to my ears. I forced my gaze away from them.

“Alright, Finn?” Archie asked quietly. I sent him what I hoped was a reassuring smile.

“I’m doing just fine, Arch.”

I offered to teach her self-defense. I had to do something, Archer was right--we couldn’t fight for her. Of course, I couldn’t help but ask about Liam. What the fuck did that tosser have that I didn’t?

So he’s a good laugh, into music, and cool. I had thought I was all those things. Turns out, I’m nothing but a grumpy sod.

Every attribute she listed about him was like a punch to the face. I’m not sure which hurt worse--her mooning over the guy or her literal punch to my mouth. Jesus, even when she’s hitting me, she’s amazing. It was worth it just to spend time with her at all.

Everything had been great in the summer and then college came and it all came tumbling down around me. How did it end up like this?

“You looked good out there...proper manly.”

I barked out a laugh.

“You say the weirdest stuff sometimes,” I chuckled. She turned to look at me in disbelief.

“You do,” I affirmed, grinning widely. Worry flashed across her face.

“You don’t think I’m weird though, do ya?” she asked quietly. I shook my head, smile faltering.

“No,” I breathed, watching her. She started to speak again but all I could do was stare at her.

“I don’t want you to think I’m weird,” God, I love her voice, “by asking if you think I’m weird, by the way” And her mouth… “I’m not paranoid about stuff like that” Oh, bollocks to it “I’m not some kind of person--”

I surged forward and kissed her. Fucking finally. Why did I wait so bloody long? This was perfect.

I just needed to get some sleep. As much as I wanted to be with Rae, she was moving on and I was too. Olivia sounded like a nice bird, at least from what Chop’s older brother had told me. Older than what I was used to but I had to give it a go.

I tossed and turned but couldn’t stop thinking about it all. What if she lied when she said nothing was going on between them? What if they were together right at this moment?

What if they kissed and she grasped his shirt in her hand like she did mine, touched his chest and felt his heart pounding. What if he unbuttoned her top all the way, took off her skirt and leggings, seeing every perfect inch of skin--

I pinched my eyes closed, choking back bile and willing the images to disappear. Just go the fuck to sleep, Finn.

I barely slept the night, my dreams filled with Rae and Liam together with me powerless to stop it. I frantically lit up a cigarette and focused on walking to Main Street. It was finally Friday and I was due to meet Olivia at some posh Italian place. I turned a corner to take a bit of a short cut and came across a group of people I recognized from school. Oh shit, it’s the fight.

I didn’t know whether to step in or not. Rae could handle herself, couldn’t she? She’d proven that in spades with the hit she gave me. I touched my tongue to my slightly split lip and felt a surge of pride. That’s my girl.

I made my way around the group, staying near the trees. I was just about out of earshot when I heard Rae’s voice scream out. I glanced at my watch as I doubled back. I was already late, what’s a couple more minutes?

I stepped up behind the crowd, staying out of view.

“I’ve got something I need to tell you, and I didn’t want you to have to find out from me but...I need to tell you the truth,” Rae started, her voice wavering. My heart dropped at her words. What happened?

“Me and Liam,” No, don’t say it, “We kissed last night.”

Her words were worse than a punch. They were more like a freight train hitting me straight on. I stepped back and ran. I couldn’t let her see me break.

Over the next few weeks, I put all my effort into dating Olivia. If I could just focus on her, I wouldn’t be stuck on Rae as much. But as beautiful and funny and great as Olivia was, it just didn’t feel the same. Her kisses weren’t as soft. I felt like I’d crush her every time I pulled her close. The taste of Bailey’s was starting to make me ill. Still...I tried.

“Is your food alright?” Olivia asked, glancing at me curiously. I shrugged slightly, suddenly aware I was moving my food around my plate instead of eating.

“Yea, it’s fine,” I stated, putting my fork down and taking a swig of my Fosters. She raised a brow.

“Just fine?”

I tried not to roll my eyes and just sighed instead.

“I’m just not feeling Italian tonight,” I admitted.

“Wanna go down to the pub, then?”

I shook my head violently. It killed me being around Rae and Olivia simultaneously.

“No, let’s go back to yours,” I burst out. The fuck was I thinking?!

“Okay!” she chirped, quickly waving for the check. She took my hand as we stood and left and my heart pounded harder the closer we got to her car.

Jesus, now she thought I just wanted to shag. Sure, I’d had sex before, but sex in any form didn’t appeal to me unless Rae was involved. Fat chance of that happening.

When we got to her flat, I tried to match her eager eyes, stretching a grin across my face. As soon as we cleared her front door, she was latched onto me. I responded seconds later, feeling almost like it wasn’t even me kissing her. Just some knobhead getting down his girlfriend while I was forced to watch it happen.

She whipped off her jacket and started to remove mine, pressing herself closer to me. I willed myself to feel something, bloody anything. She ran her hands down my chest to my waistband and I grabbed her hands without thinking. She pulled away.

“Something wrong?” she panted. I gasped out a laugh.

“No, ‘course not. Just need the toilet,” I said quickly, practically sprinting down to the end of the hall. I slammed the door behind me, running my hands through my hair. I stood in agonizing silence for a few moments before flushing the toilet and grasping the basin. I stared my reflection down in the mirror.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I grated out. I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath.

“Right, Nelson. You’re a bloke. She’s gorgeous. She wants you. Just do it.”

I nodded to my reflection before rolling my eyes and turning to the door and walking out.

Olivia wasn’t in the entryway anymore but I heard soft music coming from a room to my right. Her bedroom. Great.

I steeled myself and entered the room, candles flickering from every surface. Olivia looked at me demurely from the foot of the bed. To my chagrin, she had changed into a silk nightdress that cut off too short for comfort. My own encouraging words flew out of my mind.

“I can’t do this,” I croaked. She crossed her arms with a sad smile.

“It’s Rae, isn’t it?”

“No, why would you think that?” I asked without thinking. Like it wasn’t painfully obvious I was still mooning over her. She gave me a knowing look, moving to slide on her robe and turn the music off.

“I see the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you. There’s obviously something still there.”

I shook my head hopelessly.

“There’s not, she ended it, she doesn’t want me,” I lamented, tears pricking the back of my eyes. She smiled, coming to stand before me.

“She does. Trust me.”

I shrugged, looking at the floor. She patted my cheek, lifting my head to look at her.

“I’m so sorry, Olivia.”

“It’s alright, Finny. You’re too young for me anyways,” she sighed with a wink. I breathed out a short laugh, pulling her in for a hug.

“Want me to call you a cab?”

I shook my head.

“Naw, it’s a good night for a walk. Clear my head,” I answered. She walked me to the door where I grabbed my jacket from the floor and pulled it on.

“Go figure it out, Finn. I’m sure things will work out,” she declared. I nodded with a smile.

“Thanks, Liv.”

I headed towards the chippy, not quite ready to go find Rae just yet. As much as I wanted to believe Rae could want me back, I couldn’t make that assumption when she’d been the one to break things off. And what the fuck was going on with her and Liam? No, I couldn’t figure everything out tonight. But I would soon.

It felt like destiny or fate had pushed me to finally break things off with Olivia. Yea, it wasn’t the traditional, “It’s over,” but it did the job without much fallout. Maybe destiny made all of this happen, just all this bullshit for the light at the end of the tunnel. The bright side was almost here. I could feel it.

#mmfd fanfic #mmfdfanfic #mmfd fanfiction #my mad fat diary fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #mymadfatdiary

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daddyconfessions · 5 years ago

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sugar tales: baby ripped me off

I’ve gotten a lot of anon questions so I haven’t been able to blog on my past experiences as much as I would like. But, now that I’m catching up I can get back to sharing how things are for us Daddy’s out here.

I met Ripoff on SA around late April. She was the first seemingly decent SB after a long dry spell for me. I’d met Nebraska on the rebound from Bottlecap. Nebraska and I started in December ’14 and we lasted about several weeks. But I fucked up with her and she ended up getting another SD before I could fix things. Even though I started the year off so so, the spring of 2015 would prove to be a rough time for daddy.

So I message Ripoff on SA and play the waiting game. After a few days she messages back. A few pleasantries are dispensed with the back and forth before we move on to texting.

After several texts Ripoff brings up money – not an allowance. Baby hits me with the stress method. Tells me her rent is due and she’s about to be put out.

I don’t mind the stress method. Just use it in context. If it’s the middle of the month and you haven’t paid your rent then that’s just ratchet. The rent stress method makes more sense if ran at the end of the month or beginning. Just FYI if you’re using this. Don’t insult daddy’s intelligence. Also, my personal rule for any stress technique is to keep it transactional. No honey…no money. I know I’ll get hate mail for that one. But those are my own personal rules.

I get her to send more pics and she does, a few of which she shouldn’t have. I can tell from the bad ones the apartment is nowhere near the amount she’s asking. I play along with her story, and before long I’ve shaved off a few $$$$ from her request. Suddenly she shifts from needing rent to needing to get her water bill paid. Judging by her apartment pics no way she’s paying that much on water either. And I see baby stuff in the background. Not looking good. But, I cut her some slack not because she deserved it but more because the year had been rough.

I agree to the amount for the water bill and we’re supposed to meet. She says she’ll meet me at the hotel and she wants the money up front. Nope. No smash and dash here baby. We argue over that and then stop talking. She text me randomly over the next few days or so, testing the waters and trying to guilt me into giving her the cash. Not interested.

We stop talking for a few weeks and then she messages me on SA. Says she’s lost my number and would like to start talking again. She’s sweet this time. I like it.

We start back texting and within a couple of days I’m heading over to pick her up. She lives in a neighborhood undergoing gentrification. Million dollars homes tower above $50k houses. Of course I pick her up from the $50k duplex houses. We go for coffee because neither one of us is really hungry. It’s the beginning of the summer so its hot. Baby comes out in blue jean shorts and some type of sports bra. Nice. Ripoff’s a good looking latin chick. Dark brown skin, curly black hair….got that Salma Hayek thing going.

We chit chat. Baby is having a hard time. She moved out of her apartment in with a stripper friend. It was her stripper friend –after Ripoff had showed her our text messages and my pic – that told her she should really try and hook up with me. Stripper friend also told her she’d take me if Ripoff wasn’t interested. Wouldn’t be the first time I was passed around….I’ll blog on that in the future.

Baby opens up and tells me about herself. She hasn’t made the best decisions in life. She’s got two kids –although I couldn’t tell by looking at her. Stomach was flat and tight. Her mother has custody and mother also has the car she bought. Ripoff hasn’t been very responsible – half taking care of the kids and missing car note payments. She needs me to do these things for her. Get her life back together. She convinces me that she’s ready to change and get back on track. After she sees the wide-eyed look on my face she says, “Yea I know it’s a lot baby. I hope I don’t scare you off….”

I’ve seen worse. Cap’n Sav-A-Hoe to the rescue. I’ll gladly put on my cape and save her. Up Up and Away!!! Wouldn’t be the first time. I tell her I’m cool with everything and she’s ecstatic. She’s got a place through some city program and she needs help getting a U-haul to move her stuff in. She just wants someone stable. A father figure. I’m good with it all. We talk more about her interest. Turns out she’s fairly decent chick. Ripoff has some decent career plans and big things on her wish list. She shows me a few pics where she’s appeared in some rap videos, one of them being a fairly new up and coming guy.

Damn. I’m about to lay a video hoe? Gotta love the sugar bowl.

And she’s been on the album covers of some local talent. Not too shabby. She tells me she’s been living the life, turning up, and she’s lost everything because she’s ignored her responsibility.

It’s plausible. But, I’m still a little confused about how she lost her kids, and being so irresponsible with car notes given the company she keeps. Somebody should have been shelling out some cash on baby. But hey it is what is.

We end up kissing and making out. Baby likes me suddenly. Tells me my eyes pretty – ok you can stop now. The other patrons take note of our PDA. Even though no cash was discussed for today in particular, baby wants to get her nails and feet done so she can feel good about herself again. Life’s been so tough. She wants new shoes and to go shopping but I tell her designer items are not good for the homeless. I tell her she needs to get her priorities straight. She frowns and I can tell I hit a nerve but she nods and agrees. She knows I’m right. I pull out some cash and give her some. She can’t do anything sexually because she’s on her period. But that’s cool. The game has taught me not to expect the kitty on the first date.

I cut the date short and head back to her place. When she finds out I occasionally get pedicures and manicures she wants to go together. Cool with me. I know some upscale places that serve wine during the service. She really likes that.

We kiss and say goodbye. We’re going to hook up in a couple of days and start our arrangement. Maybe after the mani/pedi. However, within two days the ratchetness is back. She’s doing all the things again that stopped me from talking to her the first time. And the promise of our mani/pedi date is gone. She went ahead and got it already because she was near the place. Damn that was going to be our icebreaker.

Its like our conversation at Starbucks went completely out the window. Now, she needs emergency money again, needs help buying a bed for her new place, blah blah and pretty soon she’s got a whole list of new needs. Fuck it. I drop a few stacks to solve all of her immediate problems. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be too bad. But my gut, my instincts say I need to close the deal and smash before I do any major cash outlay. But I give her the benefit of the doubt and I feel the need to step up my game since she’s dealing with rappers and entertainers.

Despite this, the bullshit keeps up for a few more days….now she needs me to rent a car so she can get around. She needs a deposit for the lights. I start ignoring her but some part of me likes Ripoff. If I’m going to salvage anything with her I need to play it safe. Fuck it, I’m already financially invested in her. Might as well see it through. So I tell her let’s start our arrangement and then we can work on getting the rest of things she needs.

Her parents having her kids and car, and the fact that she lives with her friend says she’s irresponsible and can’t keep up with commitments and obligations. I need to smash and get it over with at this point. Make sure she’s even sincere about this whole thing. Action always speaks louder than words. I know…probably more hate notes and mail. She gives me the dance around with getting started. Suddenly she’s busy doing this and that and dodging the arrangement.

Baby goes MIA for a week. One day, I text her. This will be my last attempt. She answers right away. I tell her I want to start over. Forget the money I’ve already given her. I tell her I want to come through and spend time with her. Of course I’ll have some cash when I come. Baby says ok. We set up the time and before long I’m on my way.

Ripoff answers the door looking good. Her hair is slightly damp from a recent shower and I can tell she’s not wearing underwear in those blue jean shorts. We catch up and both confess we haven’t handled this well. Then baby goes over to a nearby basket of clothes and grabs a piece of lingerie. She asks for the money and then tells me she’s going to go change. She goes to a room and closes the door.

Then I hear her lock the door. WTF?

After a moment she says you can come in baby…..I jump up, full of weeks of anticipation and walk towards the door. As I put my hand on the door knob, the door to the apt/duplex opens. A guy walks in on the phone.

“What the fuck?” he says looking at me crazy. Then he starts yelling “Who are you? “ and “Who are you here to see” and then “I know you’re not here for Ripoff. That’s my girl man. We about to have some problems.” Blah blah

Surprisingly I’m relaxed. I try the door handle but its still locked. I tell her to come out but she doesn’t answer. Meanwhile this lil short midget thug is talking shit on the phone. “Man I just went to the store and came back and this mofo at my house….” Now I know I’ve been setup. Then he hangs up like he’s going to do something. We he sees I’m not scared he’s like, “We gonna have to go outside and talk about this.” One backhand and a couple of jabs and I’d have this guy taken care of. A kick on the cheap ass door would allow me entry into the room where Ripoff is.

No sooner then I think it then I realize the real danger I was in. The legal danger. In a flash I realize if I kick ass and get my money back I could have all kinds of legal problems. It’ll be there two words against mine. And it is it really worth my Director title at work, my job potentially, not to mention the embarrassment.

I decide to bounce. I got enough cash to play another day.

I get outside and he’s still talking shit. I tell him they got a pretty good scam going but karma is a bitch. “My guess is you target professional men with a lot to loose. Nice. But be careful, you could run across the wrong guy.” He starts cursing me out. By then I’m out of the drive way and heading to my car. I see some of his boys waiting on the other side of the house. Now I get the sense of the real danger I was in.

The cash they stole was nominal. Glad I followed my instincts and didn’t buy ALL the shit she asked for.

In the end I chalk it up to the game. I consider dumping my SA account. Too grimey. Now it’s almost June. I’m hoping this summer gets better because 2015 hasn’t been good to daddy. I start to miss the old days when a daddy could post an ad on CL and call it a day.

A few weeks later I get a message from newbie named Kansas. I’ll post on her next time.

PS., excuse any grammatical errors, etc. I wrote this story on my lunch break

#daddy's journal #sugar tales

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indiesoulwriting · 8 years ago

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19.

For all I can remember I never had a true moment of genuine happiness. I have days where I felt content but never happy. From learning about my family pasts to dealing with abuse to becoming abusive I learned to shut off everything and not listen. After four agonizing years in high school I graduated and ran away without taking a single picture or saying goodbye to anyone. Then in 2016, I signed up for the military and after completing all things at an exceptional rate I still didn't become a soldier. I was not part of the U.S.Army for reasons that are too long to explain. After coming home, arguments with my mother were instant as if I had never left (mind you I wasn't even home for a week yet). I became homeless, went to the city and was doing absolutely well for a 19 year old just to go back to being homeless after an accusation was made that I was signing fake checks (never even own a checkbook even to this day). While being homeless in the summer I was raped and sexually assaulted, crying and believing I was pregnant (I wasn't). I barely ate and slept until I was saved by a boy named jelani, who got me down to Alabama to my friend that I met from basic. He became my best friend and then eventually my boyfriend but unfortunately that was really short lived. He had more girls than he had boxers (l.o.l) while this short affair ended I soon was taken in by a mother with four boys (all kind of around my age). I ended up dating her middle child. (We’ll call him Goku. Lmao.) ANYWAY, Goku was one of the most purest people I have ever met. He had a heart of gold, eyes full of hope and a smile that could light up the whole world. And this kid wanted to be with me (idfk, maybe his has a thing for fucked up girls)but anyway we dated and he completely terrified me (not in some crazy abusive type shit or he was scary) but just for the fact that I,Francess Dolcine didn't give a fuck about love or any relationships including platonic. Why? Because I was used to just everything negative. I was used to being alone. Now in relationships you aren't alone right? Right. Needless to say, I wasn't the best person to be with (I told him this FYI) I was aggressive and I didn't know how to deal with my emotions or my life at that point. (Still no excuse of why I acted like a cunt). But for someone to love me was absolutely absurd in my head to say the least. But he did and I felt like a princess. It was a dream (literally). I loved being with him, regardless if I was sleeping and he was playing video games. During this relationship I watched every movie for Pokémon and a lot of episodes of dragon ball z (which is why we named him Goku.) He was Goku because he was always helping someone regardless if it was Friends or family he was there. I was more like frieza ( I call him freezerburn) ya know bc i was more like “fuck it”. But In December, Goku had to go training and so he would be gone for a period time. During this time I felt very hollow. My best friend was gone, and my life started to spiral downwards. My thoughts, got to me everything I thought was okay, wasn't. Letters I wrote never got to him, which lead onto things I done wrong. Needless to say I probably deserved everything that came to me but still. So now, after being 6 or 7 months in. This relationship was about to bomb. (Did I mention he was my FIRST real relationship? Ya know the relationship that you actually became intimate in...YEA BOY) I tried and it failed. I tried to keep it together, I tried to make it okay, I tried to be okay. His family knew before I did, his friends knew before I did. So now, while I was being called a liar (and other names that shall not be mentioned) Goku was being one as well. One from his mother didn't add up to the one from his brother. I was being told to hold on to a sinking ship. While Goku told me nothing but “idk”, others told me to keep holding on or to wait it out. Then it hit, (it harder than fucking Pearl Harbor, more tragic than the fucking Titanic) We.Were.Over. I was dropped 2 days before Valentine's Day. Then on Valentine's Day, everything was brought out. Goku was “exposed” (not from me rather his family). As I will always remember the words (Dog see what a Dog do. (I’m sure that's not the saying but it was something like that). Obviously I cried, I cried until it didn't hurt anymore. Every emotion that went through me was finally let out. (Or I thought) so it eventually got easier.I didn't hear him, I didn't see him, I didn't feel him anywhere near me. I felt myself healing, until he called. Me. No, (I fucking wished though) his brother. He was talking to his brother and piece of me died, a pierce of was really sad. But then again I wanted nothing for him to be happy. But throughout that whole crazy ordeal I realized that Goku isn't my first love and I didn't love him BUT I was falling for him. I guess that what hurt the most about him, he was ALMOST mine. We were ALMOST together. Everything was just a simple Almost. I still craved the relationship though even if it wasn't with Goku. I craved talking to someone and being able to hold. In essence while I already lost myself I lost my best friend as well. But with all of this I realized that I didn't love myself, I was broken, I couldn't let go, I was weak, fragile, frail and was victim to atleast everything. So, I went off the grid. I stopped posting as much on Instagram. I deleted the Snapchat app off my phone. I erased my existence off of twitter. Took off messenger as well. I read books all the time, I took tons of pictures of myself, I talked to others who genuinely cared. I switched my friend groups and enlisted in the Marines. I was determined to change myself. FOR MYSELF. After a full month of being single, I realized that I have grown and I am living who I am set to be. I can only pray and have faith that I grow and know that I am meant for something in this world.

#indiesoulwriting frankieanne

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49scribes-a · 7 years ago

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{--Many things in life I regret... this stream was not one of them.--}

Get over here so I can shOOT YOU IN THE DICKS SO WHEN YOU’RE DEAD YOU DON’T HAVE ANY.

Yeah sometimes those big zombies just don't take the hint and then half their bodies come after me.

Stop throwing up zombies. Its unsanitary.

Thigh highs fit for any rabbit.

BARREL ROLL.

Stop keeping quotes about the shit I say when I'm playing a game.

OH, RAPID FIRE. RAPID FIRE. LOOK AT THAT.

...whatever the fuck that shit is.

*sarcastically* Oh nooo... an ambush. Like, whatever will I do.

Y'know I would've fallen from whatever height that was and I would've gotten up.

OYNO. Where is it? KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT.

Ew it popped.

Birblord disapproves.

Rocking that Lavilicious scarf.

SHIT ITS BOYFRIEND IS COMING.

Of course half the guys had to live.

Oh did you die finally? Thanks for the money! Even if you only had 11 gold.

You made people suffer enough when you were alive. Can't you, y'know, give it a rest?

I'm little red riding hood~

"Just got Weiss'd". WOW. You really gonna go there?

Okay I'm bored. I'm gonna leave it. I'm gonna leave it alone.

Op she's vomitting zombies.

Deeeeaaaaaath.

Lavilicious used Swift! Its super effective!

Please stop.

Whoa that star kinda freaked out.

Pop goes the zombubble.

Y'know whenever people say "ran him through with a sword" I think of someone like literally running and PLUNGING their sword through someone. Not... whatever that little prick was.

If ur sword-running game ain't as strong as Season 2 Suzaku's y'ain't doin it right.

Did you seriously just bring up Code Geass. We don't talk about that ending. That still hurts me.

OF COURSE WE DO. You know what we really don't talk about? A planned Season 3. WE DON'T TALK ABOUT SEASON 3.

The goat people!!! And the trees...

We've got demonic goat people, I think some frogs... yep, definitely a frog.

This house is on fire but it wasn't me.

Ooooo legendary shoulders.

Oh great, they explode.

Biiiirb. Birb birb birb birb. Caw caw motherclucker. BIIIIIRB.

I'm going to name this bird Panda, and it will be the best panda.

Did you just name that birb after Bookman?

Lavilicious and Panda. Nice(tm).

You could've lived if you just stayed still like a good tree.

Swift Game Intensifies.

Cat Fight!

Long time no dick shot.

KIT YOU ARE BANNED.

Holy shit that was a trip.

The sweet sound of projectile evisceration

Anybody alive on this side? Okay good I don't need that kind of drama in my life.

I COULDN'T STOP PUNCHING HIM. Story of my life.

I love how you got literally blown away.

Fuck your dick-- SHIT, FUCK--

We forgot to start a swear count.

Explode, explode, explode-- yyeeaaaaa.

I HATE LIFE WHAT IS THAT HOW DID I MISS

RIPPERONI SWISS CHEESE

Don't you give me your patronizing pats I don't need them.

See if I ever give you sympathy pats again.

I'm still keeping quotes just fyi.

Fucking gasp.

BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP.

STOP TAKING QUOTES, KIT oh my god--

YOINK.

Eeeeew he ragdolled...

Uuuh what did you guys see-- actually nope, no, I take it back I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know what you guys saw.

2 much swear 4 utube.

I... read that as "do you know how many brain dead dick heads I've hung in my life" and I was like... since when did you kill people?

If I killed people you would know because I wouldn't be able to keep my disgusting dissection pictures to my fucking self.

"CHECK OUT THIS ORGAN LOOK HOW WEIRD IT IS".

I was going to laugh if you pole-vaulted to your doom.

Well, no, you can swing across. Me? I'm gonna get fUCKED.

HIS LEG WORK.

I'M IN ATUAL TEARS.

I'm like... expecting something to blow up at this poi-- aaand there it is.

I don't know what you're reaching for cuz God ain't gonna help you.

Wouldn't it be funny if he hit the window and he just... didn't go through it. Just hit the window with a loud THUNK like a bird hitting glass.

That rocket launcher is gonna become my best friend.

YOU STILL FUCKING SURVIVED THAT SHIT? YOU TOOK IT TO THE /FACE/.

Fuck off, I don't want what you're selling-- I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU'RE SELLING.

Fuck your turret gun. Fuck it.

YEAA-- NOOOOO.

How did that not just shove his nose into his skull.

I wouldn't have gotten back up, I would've been down. I would've probably been knocked out or... winded... and crying.

Yea fuck you helicopter I don't like you either.

Her name is titty lady and titty lady it shall stay.

I can't wait to-- Oh look another fucking helicopter.

MAN, HE TWIRLLLED.

When I die, I want to ragdoll.

Why ragdoll like an Uncharted NPC when you can ragdoll like a Skyrim character leaping off the top of the Throat of the World on the back of a horse.

The music is so nice when you don't pay attention to the destruction around you.

I want to glitch through the ground, stretching for miles across the land while twitching enough to unnerve the most bad ass fucker before flipping off into space like a goddamn hyper speed rubber band.

You want the weirdest things...

But they are simple things.

How is her makeup still straight. Eye liner still on point.

HEY LOOK ITS YOU-- I'm just kidding.

You hurt my feelings, that IS totally me.

Worship me and my big blue ball.

Oh that werewolf fucker. Fucking closet furry.

Manicure my statue nails.

I know, I have to fix your ass because all your shit is where its not supposed to be.

WELL ITS NOT FUN IF I MAKE IT EASY. DO U THINK I WANT PEOPLE IN HERE TOUCHING ALL MY SECRET SHIT. I GOT PORN MAGS IN HERE.

You know I just kinda realized how weird of a pose that is.

Tbh -- its taking a huge shit.

For some reason I forgot the water drains and thought the statue's loin cloth lifts to reveal a doorway between its legs.

God damn it, tired of your bullshit. Have to keep fixing your stuff. Keep fixing your shrunken heads...

This isn't a dagger. Its a key. But I'd still stab someone with it.

*opens my chastity belt*

You know its actually kinda romantic down here---no its not.

I transcended the ban like a boss.

YOU'RE STILL BANNED, KIT.

GET VORED BY THE STATUE.

WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS.

I really hope I get that job so I can buy that shirt that says "Whoring for a Voring" I've been wanting.

No, the part with the ice caves, where you swing on the ropes, before you meet Furry McFuckgoat.

While that is a very metal fucking way to die -- it also seems extremely uncomfortable.

I was surprised there wasn't anything supernatural... or weird. I mean besides the exploding mummies.

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THOSE GOLEM POSERS FROM THE FIRST GAME.

What a dick! Making me throw that grenade without meaning to!

You know I just shot him... a clip full... in the dick. I didn't mean to but... it happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Have a grenade.

Yeah you're not allowed up here. You have a shotgun. We don't serve your kind here.

New user -- who dis

I might regret this decision later.

Nathan, please, stop playing peek-a-boo.

That dead guy just... waves goodbye as he ragdolls.

I HAVE REGRETS.

You know what, just as well. I have regrets. I didn't mean to throw that grenade.

PANICKING. PANICKING.

THINK YOU'RE FUCKING FANCY WITH YOUR ROLLING?

Okay that guy was defying gravity for a while there, that was kinda weird.

YOU'RE NOT FANCY-- Oh my god he twirled.

I FOUND WHAT I WANT *runs*

REGRETS. Aaaah, regrets. A lot of regrets.

That death twitch... as seen on Twitch TV.

Little man, compensating much.

Right in the shnoz.

ZIG ZAG, ZIG ZAG.

I DON'T THINK ZIG ZAG WORKS WITH MILITARY RPGS.

Make-up still on point. Hair still flawless.

LAMINATE YOUR FUCKING MAP. ITS RAINING. IS THAT MAP EVEN RELIABLE AT THIS POINT.

Where would you laminate a map in a war zone in Nepal. What do you think there's a Kinkos around the corner?

GOD IDK, BUT PUT IT IN SOMETHING MORE WATERPROOF THAN YOUR ASS POCKET. WHICH, MAY I REMIND YOU, NATE IS CONSTANTLY LANDING ON.

Oh man that is the best twirl I have ever seen.

Fab. He practiced.

I just had to process Impressed because I heard it as Imp Breasts.

Drama queen. Fucking clutching his chest to die. Just ragdoll like everyone else.

Hey, what has more brains than the gunmen right now? The wall behind them.

"that didn't attract too much attention" YOU RAN A TRAIN THROUGH A BUILDING.

I am just a soggy man. I have water logged fingers.

Yeah. YEAH. I forgot about these actually. Ah... ha ha... I forgot about these... *cries*

Her tits are always bigger from the side. The fuck is with that. They never the same size either. Watch. Watch them titties grow.

All Aboard the Pain Train.

Push your ass off the train-- BYE.

REALLY. YOU-- who has the strength of a shit ton of fucking monkeys... can't kick that through?

My heart just did A Thing at being called "they".

I never actually see the scenery on this train because I'm always dying.

BANE OF MY EXISTENCE RIGHT HERE. Guess my streak of Not Dying is gonna end right here.

AAH I ALMOST DIED-- I almost died there too.

SPLAT. Railroaded.

Oh, I'm gonna have to fight a big guy. I really-- please don't make me fight a big guy.

Damn he thicc.

Here, its a present~ *throws a grenade*

I think they want a receipt for their present so they can return it.

Bye-- I think that was a dick shot.

I love the sound of glass breaking.

Hey. For stress relief, fling yourself. Right there. To the left.

LAAAAAAAAUNCH.

Just fucking launch into oblivion for stress relief.

I just ate someone elses half eaten burger like the trash goblin I am. I am both mildly disgusted with myself and yet satisfied because it was a good burger.

Oblivion is to the left. Just launch into it. Embrace it. Fly like the majestic fucking eagle you are.

*singing* Life... hates me. I hate life.

Did he just die crab walking.

Died doing what he loved. Being a crab. Snip snap.

Am I the only one here who sees perfect opportunities to fling myself off a cliff and actually does it?

*whimpers*WELLIguessitwasallfornothingbecausenowIhavetodiebecausethisasshole--

That's the sound of when you get your ass shredded.

Shredded Wheat Nates.

I hope if I ever die by gun, its to one of those. I wanna look and feel like swiss cheese.

You gonna one-punch fuck me like jason borne?

ONE PAAAUUUUUUUUNCH.

HOW THICK THAT DUDES ARMS ARE.

That cat is looking at me like "Why are you yelling so much?"

Man you eat more bullets than dogs in Resident Evil.

Fuck my life, Terminator.

That's not his liver...

That's totally his liver.

Well that's what you get for not paying for your train ticket. Train stops here.

Guess they got... sidetracked.

You could say he's got a one-track mind.

You could say its been derailed.

I don't think this is the best train of thought for this situation.

[dying Nate voice] I think I can, I think I can...

I hope I took them out wiTH MY DEATH.

Fucking gave him a sliding icy nut shot.

Packed some powder onto those donut holes.

I didn't say I was coming naked to this place.

Just barrel roll over a fucking corpse it coo'l

Where do these fuckers keep getting grenades at, like... they need to shove their grenades up their ass.

I don't know what the fuck you think you saw but it wasn't me.

*Hands you voreos*

Get out of here with your voreos.

#Keep #ofglyphs #sovlseeing #higekihigure #I want to frame all of these quotes on my wall

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bondedbrotherhoodau · 6 years ago

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One night

written by @VishousBDB_ and @YesIamGlowstick

#BondedBrothersAU

Lassiter:

Yet undeniably, all the Brothers and their mates meant more to me now than simple tasks set by Him for completion. If the Creator chose to pull me away, I would bleed inside.

Pushing open the gym door, I almost fell over myself in an effort to come to a dead stop.

“Oh motherfucker…”

If I backed out slowly… I could still get away. No sudden movements. No further expletives. Just leave…

Lassiter:

Rather than glance back over at Vishous, all glistening skin and fearsome features, I grabbed a few discs of weight and racked them on.

Lassiter:

Vishous doing the shortless walk to the showers did NOT escape my attention, FYI. That motherfucker’s rear was clearly crafted by Gods, though hopefully not his mother. Ew. Awkward thoughts…

But of course…

“Yo,” I called, my voice nice and steady. “We’re working tonight. Where do you wanna meet up? Upstairs or downtown?”

Lassiter:

Was it possible to tempt angels into Hell like this? Cause dayum, I was suddenly grateful that He had never put a caveat on impure thoughts. I’d never get out of Hell.

“Aight, I’ll give you your hour. I’ma shower n’ get ready myself.”

But oh… did I dare shower down here? ...nah, probably a bad idea.

Lassiter:

Yeah yeah, I can hear you all cautioning that I should’ve been having a cold shower, but hey, he was about to leave and I had the place to myself. Hot was gonna be fine.

Vishous: *I had dressed in my leathers and loaded up my dagger and gun holsters, checking everything a second time. I was really fucking hoping I wouldn't have to use them. The night would be a quick recon and I could get back home and start drinking to forget all about Lassiter. To forget about cop. To forget who the fuck I was. I stepped outside the mansion and demateralized to the top of the iron mask. I lit up a handrolled as I waited for the angel.*

Lassiter:

“Evening.”

Lassiter:

Vishous: Ditto angel. *I demateralized a few buildings down and into a nearby alley. I crouched low staying close to the building before I rounded the corner. A black truck hid me as I peeked around. I could smell them before they were even close. Baby powder and rot filled my nose. I wanted to gag. I didn't bother turning around or waiting for Lassiter to keep up. He was tight on my ass. Had to give him props when it came to hunting. Gone was the cheery eyed school girl. Lassiter was all business. I whispered.* “I count three of them about a mile out. They smell new.” *I palmed a dagger and waited.*

Lassiter:

“Sure, if ‘new’ is rancid three week old meat and sugar,” I mutter, taking a deep breath and getting the same whiff of putrefaction.

“Play distraction as they get closer.”

Vishous: *I stepped out of the shadows as Lassiter called it distraction. I knew the angel was near. Did I trust him not to get my ass killed? Short answer? Yes. The lessers caught a glimpse of me and started running. I didn't see any automatic weapons so I didn't draw my glocks. Instead, I widen my stance and moved in a blur of speed. I plunged my dagger in the chest cavity of the first lesser. He let out a screech and then pop. Flash of light and the fucker was gone. I turned toward the second but didn't move fast enough before he sliced up my bicep with the butterfly knife he was carrying. I forced myself to kick the lesser, crushing his knee cap and sending him stumbling over. I backed up to give myself space, that's when I saw the angel.*

Lassiter:

Good to see that as distracting as Vishous could be for me, he was even more so with Lessers. Whoop-di-fucking-do-dah.

His body hit the pavement. My knife went for his heart. With another burst of sound and light, the corpse was gone. I looked to V.

“I said distract them, not introduce yourself to their weapons,” I managed, my tone mercifully even. “That cut deep?”

Vishous: *The angel made quick work of the remaining lessers and I have to say, the male was good with his hands. The adrenaline in my blood was so thick I didn’t feel the pain in my bicep...yet. I looked at my arm and holstered my daggers.* I’ll live angel. *A smirk on my puss as I went in my pocket to get out a smoke. I didn’t have time to react to what happened next. Fuck me this was sloppy. Noob move. I should of scanned better. My legs buckled and sent me flying face down kissing the concrete. I heard Lassiter saying something but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. My vision was blurry and getting dark. I tried to get up but my body was failing me.* Lassiter! *I screamed his name.*

Lassiter:

‘I’ll live’.

Famous last words.

“V! Vishous!”

Tha-thump.

“Vishous!”

“Vishous! I need you to wake the fuck up and answer me!”

Vishous: *I was floating and Lassiter came to me with those huge white and silver tipped wings of his. I knew they were incredibly soft. I had touched them more than a few times. They felt like fucking clouds, being so strong as to lift the angel gracefully towards me. Everything was white so as shiny as Lassiter usually is he actually stood out from the background. He lifted me up in his arms. For some reason I couldn't move a fucking muscle. I looked into his white eyes and for the first time in a while I felt comfort. The angel smiled at me and before I could ask a question he shook his head and I could hear him yelling for me to wake up. The sound was distant. Then it came closer, and closer until I closed my eyes and opened them again. Lassiter was driving and I tried to answer him in a raspy voice.* Miss me?

*~*~*~*~*~* End Part 1 *~*~*~*~*~*

#Vishous #Lassiter #One Night #Bonded Brothers AU

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