#…get yourself patched up jo. i don’t like seeing you beat up.

[sincerelyaudri]

ugh.

Just had to break a guy’s nose because he wouldn’t stop talking to his girlfriend like she was his servant or something. Shit gets on my nerves.

[imbadatwrighting]

Yu-gi-oh boys with a S/o that gets into a lot of fights

A/n ik that I said I wouldn’t do this fandom but I changed my mind 💀 also this is a gender neutral reader and ik this says yugioh boys as in like all of the yugioh boys but I only did four bc I’m lazy :p

Yugi Muto:

The amount of times you gave this boy a heart attack and if you ever fought for him oh that boy would feel so guilty and constantly apologize if you end up getting hurt because of it

It’s extremely rare for your to lose a fight but you still get beaten up quite a bit

Whenever you do get beaten up you can always count on Yugi to patch you up, it honestly becomes a part of your daily routine

You usually hang out with Yugi at his house after school then depending on if you had a bad day might end up leaving his house saying that you’re going to grab something but instead end up walking around beating up people who annoyed you on your walk

He obviously knows what your doing, he’s not dumb I mean why would you go all the way to your house just to get a watch that you wanted to show him (Honestly I would probably do that 💀)

When you return to Yugi’s place he’s doing homework or cleaning up but immediately after you open the door, his attention moves to you

He takes you to his bathroom and you sit down on the toilet while he gets the first aid and patches you up

You apologize and he eventually will forgive you as long as you cuddle him the rest of the night

He’s never been a fan of violence so whenever he sees you get in a fight he always tries to calm you down and pull you away which mostly will work

Unless they put their hands on Yugi-

If they do then their doomed, best bet they will never be able to walk again

There was once where you broke someone’s arm for punching Yugi and Yugi grabbed onto you and ran away letting you know to never do that again

You never regretted doing that no matter how much Yugi said that was wrong

While he may not enjoy you fighting he will always be there for you after the fight

Yami Yugi:

He’s definitely against you fighting and always tries to make you stop which you do but only for a day

The worst thing about the fights is that you’re not the best fighter-

You can win but not without getting beaten up pretty badly

He’s super protective so whenever you want to go out, he goes out which honestly stops you from getting in a lot of fights with others

But because of that you’re easily more agitated and instead get in more fights with him but they’re never physical

He made a deal with you that if you don’t get in any fights throughout the whole day, he’ll give you all his attention at night

He never said in the deal that you couldn’t get in fights at night though-

He patches you up every time but he always lets you know that you shouldn’t be getting in fights with people that just stared at you to long or looked at you weird

If you have a good reason for beating someone up then Yami is just quite and leaves it alone maybe saying just not to let your anger get the best of you

He’s very patient and understanding with you, he knows you try not to get in to many fights and he appreciates the effort sort of

However if someone ever hurt your friends they’ll have to face the rage of both Yami and you

Joey Wheeler:

I think honestly he is the chillest out of all of them

You bring out the worst in him and he most likely brings out the worst in you

There has been a couple times where he shows his disappointment but it’s very rare, usually even if he didn’t like what you did he would just keep his mouth shut since it’s not really his business

He would leave you to patch yourself up usually since he’s horrible at it

After patching yourself up you guys usually watch a movie and never speak of the earlier actions that you and maybe him did

If you get beaten up pretty badly then he tries his best to help you and while he doesn’t express it, he was and still is really worried about you

If someone were to ever talk bad about anyone that Joey or you cared about like Serenity or Yugi then best bet while Joey might not be the best and beating someone up, he has someone to help him

Seto Kaiba:

This man honestly just pretends like he knows nothing

Oh you got beaten up really bad? That sounds like a you problem

Oh some random dude that was really rude to a women ended up in the hospital? Oh well he got what he deserved I guess

He made you promise that you would never talk about getting in fights in front of Mokuba as he doesn’t need that type of influence in his life

If you ever get in trouble with the police then you always end up out of it no matter how deep you were in

He never brings up the fights but if you did he wouldn’t stop you

If something serious happened in your fight with someone he would most definitely express disappointment

There might have been once or twice where you could barely see two feet in front of you and he helped you clean yourself up and apply bandages

The fact that it’s hard for you to stop fighting causes a small amount of fights between you two and if you really need to settle it then you two duel and who ever wins also wins the argument

Sadly you almost never win, the only time you do is if he goes easy on you and knows he’s wrong but doesn’t want to admit it

If anyone tries to be rude to you or make fun of you then they no longer exist

If someone was rude to Mokuba then they’ll never be the same after it, they now instead of having just an overprotective brother they have to look out for, they also have that overprotective brother’s S/o who has been itching to beat someone’s ass

[the--blackdahlia]

Armageddon Chapter 15 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 15

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Angst, language, injuries

Song for this chapter is Knockin' on Heaven's Door by Guns n' Roses

Mission Control

“I WANT A STATUS REPORT!” Bobby yelled as everyone began scrambling. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!”

“Well sir, there was a disturbance and….” A scientist said. Charlie could tell Bobby was about to blow up.

“There’s debris and it’s messing with the comms.” Charlie told him. “We’re working on it as fast as we can.” Bobby growled and rubbed at his temples.

“I WANT SOMEONE TO PATCH ME TO JO OR GABRIEL NOW!!”

(Y/n) looked worridley to John and Jess. Jess was doing her best to keep (Y/n) from panicking. John was trying to help, but those were his men up there, and his sons.

“You can get your wish, to keep Sam, because if I die on this mission, you get your perfect son, and (Y/n) can find someone better.”  

John closed his eyes and did something he had done since Viet Cong were killing his brothers around him, or since a little Sam weighed 4 pounds, 8 ounces and was born months before he was supposed to be born. He prayed.

“Mission Control! Do you copy! Mission Control this is Jo Harvelle! Do you copy!” Jo’s voice came in over the system.

“Jo, It’s Bobby I need a status report!” He tried to calm down.

“Bobby? It’s Sam!”

“Sam? What’s going on? I need someone to talk to me!” Bobby was trying to take deep breaths. “Sam?”

“Garth’s Dead, Dean’s hurt… The timer to the bomb got damaged.” Sam’s voice was shaky. “Bobby… We got hit by debris coming at us. A stray smaller asteroid hit us.”

“How bad is he hurt?” Bobby asked, closing his eyes.

“His leg… we have it in a splint at the moment he seems ok, but he’s out of commision for drilling,” Sam explained. “That’s not all… the time detinator got damaged… we need to fix it fast, so good thing I have the designer on board,” Sam joked.

“Shit…” Bobby groaned. “Just….just get it done okay Sam?”

“Yes sir,” Sam sighed.

(Y/n) could feel her chest constrict. Dean was hurt, she placed her hand over her bump and bit her lip. She was scared, she looked to Jess. Jess looked scared too.

****

“I think we have the parts Dean needs in the Independence.” Mick explained. Dean had been examining the timer and figuring out what parts were needed. “Let me go get them. I’ll be right back.”

“Dean, how are you?” Sam rasped.

“Peachy,” Dean grumbled. “Sam… I need to tell you something.”

“What?” Sam asked, looking over at him. His anxiety was through the roof, and he was trying to move as much as possible to help keep him calm.

“I don’t make it out of here…”

“No, no no. We’re not doing this.” Sam said. “None of this goodbye crap okay. You’re getting home, even if I have to push you there myself.”

“You let me get this out… I’m the older brother I PROTECT YOU, got it?” Dean growled. “I don’t make it… you take (Y/n) you go to the apartment... “ Dean took a shaky breath. “In the closet under all my vinyl records… is a deed and a house key.”

“Dean…”

“Before my blow out with dad, I bought a house… I was going to surprise her with the house before I proposed to her, but I got in that fight with dad, and got the job with Crowley,” Dean’s voice broke. “You tell her I love her… Make sure she moves on… don’t let her stay hung up on an ass like me… a coward who could have been with her for a long time…”

“Stop it!” Sam threw a wrench at the wall. “Just stop it okay! You’re going home and you’re having a family! And you’re not going to fuck it up like me! You’re going to have kids, and a house, and a good job! You’re going to die old with your family surrounding you! Now just stop it!” Never before had Sam blown up like that before.

(Y/n) covered her mouth listening to the altercation between the brothers. She looked to Jess whose eyes were filled with guilt. John ran his hands across his face. He looked to the little boy oblivious to the scene as he played with his toy cars. John walked over to Ashton and knelt down in front of the small boy.

“Hey, Kiddo,” He gave him a teary smile, “What kind of car do you have there?”  

“Bird car.” Ashton said, holding it up to show John. “It flies.” He had a big smile on his face. “And it goes vroom.”

John chuckled, Ashton reminded him so much of Sam when he was little. “That is an amazing car, did your daddy get that for you?”

“Yeah! We’re going to watch cars someday.” Sam had promised to take Ashton to a race when he was a little older and could sit still for longer than five minutes.

“Would it be ok if grandpa came too?” John smiled as he ruffled Ashtons hair.

“Yes! We can see the cars together!” He clapped his hands. “Daddy will like that!”

As the camera shook and everyone in mission control scrambled. Sam held on to Dean as he tried to get up. Dean hissed in pain,

“What the hell was that?” Dean called out.

“Dean,” Benny’s voice sounded over the com.

“What Benny? What’s going on?” Dean leaned on the wall of the shuttle giving a knowing look to Sam.

“Dean I have good news and bad news, which do you want first?” Benny sighed.  

“Bad news first.” Dean sighed.

“Well, uh, bad news is Mick is dead.” Benny told them. Dean and Sam stared at each other. “Good news is, the hole is done. But we can’t fix the timer so...emergency meeting.”

Dean ran a hand across his face. He looked at the timer and held out his hand, “Get me a screwdriver.”

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam shook his head.

“Trust me,” was all Dean said as Sam handed him the screw driver and he began tinkering with it. Everyone climbed into the shuttle. They all stood around, watching as Dean tinkered away.

“Dean…” Sam said. “Is it working?”

“Don’t worry, when everyone gets here I’ll explain it,” Dean mumbled.

“Everyone’s here.” Sam said. “This is us.”

Benny, Ash, Ketch, Jo, Gabriel, and Cas came in. Dean looked around then looked at the timer. Closing his eyes, he looked to Jo.

“Are communications with mission control back and stable?” He breathed.

“Stable, no. But they’re here for now.” She told him. “All the debris is making it hard to keep a constant.”

Dean made his way over to the coms, “Is video working?”

“It’s scrambled.” Bobby’s voice came through. “We can hear you better than we can see you.”

Dean took a deep breath, “I want to talk to my wife.”

She wasn’t his fiance right now, even if the papers weren’t signed and they didn’t have their ceremony, he considered her, his wife. He wished he could see her, but hearing her would be just as good.  

“Dean?” her voice was music to his ears. “What’s going on? You’re scaring me?”

“Hey sweetheart.” Dean smiled some. “I’m sorry I scared you. I just wanted to hear your voice.” He closed his eyes and pictured her there. “I love you (Y/n). Everything's going to be okay, you hear me?”

“Why do I have a feeling you are going to try and be a cowboy?” She muttered, “I swear Dean, don’t do anything stupid please?” her voice broke.

“I’m not honey. I’m not going to do anything stupid. I promise.” He smirked some. “I just really needed to hear you.”

“Dean?” She sobbed, “I love you, please come home.”

“I’ll be home before you know it.” Dean laughed, trying not to cry. “Just make sure you’ve got the details planned for our wedding.”

“Ramble on going down the aisle,” she chuckled.

“A little Black Dog that night?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

(Y/n) sniffled, “I love you.”

“I know.” Dean laughed. “I love you too (Y/n).”

“Go save the world cowboy,” she rasped before blowing a kiss.

Dean blew a kiss back before turning off the com. He ran his hand across his face clearing up the tears that were falling. With a groan he hobbled back to the group and leaned on the table.

“I fixed the timer… but you are not going to like our options,” Dean gave them a solemn look.

“What are they?” Sam asked, nervously.

“One of us has to stay behind and manually detonate the bomb. Or I volunteer myself to stay behind and detonate the bomb,” He looked at Sam.

“No way!” Sam said. “You’re not giving yourself up like that. We can,” He found a couple straws and cut them into different pieces. “We can draw straws to see who stays behind.”

“Shortest straw stays,” Dean agreed. They took turns drawing straws, dread behind each pull. And finally, someone had the short straw.

Dean looked to Sam holding up the short straw, “told you so.”

John closed his eyes as mission control heard the audio. (Y/n) held back a sob as she sank to her knees, Jessica with her. The audio and video were gone then, leaving them in the dark.

Sam was numb as he watched Dean get ready. Sam grabbed his own helmet and put it on.

“I’m walking you out at least.” Sam said. “Not taking no for an answer.”

Dean simply nodded as he limped to the elevator to the asteroids surface.

“You remember what we talked about?” he rasped, “You make sure my girl moves on… make sure the next guy treats her right.”

“Yeah Dean.” Sam sighed as they headed through the elevator onto the asteroid. Sam played with the loose path on his arm, slowly pulling it off. “Hey Dean, can you do something for me real quick?”

Dean closed his eyes, “yeah baby brother. What do you need?”

Sam reached out and pulled the hose on Dean’s suit, damaging the oxygen. He pushed him back into the elevator and tucked the patch into a spot on his suit. He shut the doors so Dean could breath.

“Make sure dad gets that.” Sam said, looking at Dean through the glass doors.

Dean beat on the door, “SAM OPEN THE FUCKING DOORS RIGHT NOW, YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS. I DREW THE SHORT STRAW!”

“You have a life waiting for you back home Dean. I don’t.” Sam told him. “I need you to go live that life for me. It’s time I pay you back for everything.” He pressed the button, letting the elevator go back up into the shuttle.

“DON’T DO THIS SAMMY, NO, NO NO NO! DON’T DO THIS! DAD’S GOING TO HATE ME FOR THIS SAM! IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE ME.” Dean began beating at the doors. “SAM YOU HAVE A SON WHO NEEDS YOU.” he tried using his shoulder to break the door but it was no use.  

“You have a son or daughter that needs you too!” Sam yelled at him. “So just tell them I was cool or something, okay?” He turned away from Dean. “I love you Dean.”

The elevator doors opened into the shuttle. Dean felt two strong arms grab him and pull him in.

“LET ME GO! SAMMY! I NEED TO GET BACK TO SAM!”  Dean tried wrestling away from Benny.

“Easy brother. We gotta get home.” Benny said, getting him into a seat and tightening the straps so Dean couldn’t get out. “And your oxygen is damaged. You can’t go back out there.”

“Then you get me a new suit, get me out of here. I drew the damn short straw it should be me!”

“There are no more suits.” Cas told Dean.

“And I think Sam’s made up his mind.” Ash sighed.

“He got what he wanted.” Benny shook his head. “He got to kill himself.”

“How did you know about that?” Dean growled at Benny, “How did everyone know but me!”

“I didn’t know!” Ketch said.

“I only knew because I had to take the kid to therapy one day.” Benny told him. “We went out for beers and he told me.”

“Dad’s going to hate me for not protecting him,” Dean sobbed, “the old man might as well kill me himself.”

****

Sam had the communication device that they were supposed to use outside of the shuttle. He sat down by the bomb and closed his eyes. With a deep breath, Sam powered it on.

“If...if anyone can hear me,” Sam said, tears filling up in his eyes. “I...I’d really like to talk to my dad.”

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[guettaes]

Same person, different people. @strangerjosie

Music: Sad Piano Music (THIS WILL MAKE YOU CRY / Saddest Piano & Violin Ever!)

or: Jo Blankenburg - Anumati (ft. Uyanga Bold) [Epic Ambient Vocal - Beautiful Emotional Music]

2011; 2 year before the outbreak of tall Oaks, Washington Stare.

Your husband was on a mission, currently not home. You really hoped

he was okay and for him to come home soon.

You were home alone, reading a book and cuddling in your husband's

oversized black hoodie. Only the rumble of the heater ripped through

the silence of the locked down house.

You absolutely despised being home alone. It sent an involuntary chill

down your spine to which made you uncomfortable and you hated it

with a passion. So to keep yourself satisfied and a little less lonely, you

find anything that belongs to your husband and cuddle up to it. Even his

hair brush.

Sighing, you brushed your fallen (H/C) hair behind your ear and set down

your book. You took the covers off of yor body and started walking

downstairs, heaing a crash rip through the air grom the porch.

You froze in your tracks, your brow furrowed. "What the...?-" Slowly, you

started walking toward the locked door, hearing more crashes and now

footsteps.

fear took you over and you breathed in sharply as the windows of your

home burst and in came many many soldiers with guns in their hands.

"Down! Now!" They shouted.

You yelped in shock, your hands shooting up. Thinking quick, bullets

started ripping through the air and you dodged out of the way, behind

the marbled countertop. The vibtation of the bullets hitting the counter

smacked against your back and you covered your ears. You then noticed

Leon's extra gun resting on the countertop across from you and you

took the chance to retrive it.

You closed your eyes. "You can do this, (Y/N)..." Crawling your way to the

hospital counter, you finally made it and grabbed the gun firm in your

hand and checked the chamber. It was a Nine-Oh-Nine handgun and it

had just enough bullestn to get you throughthe unfamiliar group of

intruders.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you breathed heavily. You barely knew how

to handle a gun. You've shot before, but aren't very professional like

Leon is. Of corse, he's done many things psychotic with a gun like that,

but you've never really learned easily. He's also helped you in combet

and you were good at that.

You then took the chance to run toward the doorway. Taking in a breath

before shooting a man down with a bullet to the thyroid. Blood quickly

splattered your face and your eyes widened before you bolted toward

the door. You shot down a few more, the killings ni longer phasing you.

Hiding behind your wall, you kept Leon's gun at your side, pulling a few

stray strands of hair out of your mouth. "Leon, please hurry...I don't

know what to do.." You whimpered to yourself.

Again, you ran toward the doorway, a few now cornering you. One last

trigger pull and the gun clicked. They cornered you even more as you

shrunk down, pleading for them to stop. "Get away from me! Stop!"

But they didn't listen. They knocked you out with ease and you failed

coldly.

"We've got Kennedy's wife."

-

Leon

"(Y/N)!" I continued to search through the household, noticing (Y/N) was

no where to be found. My heart beat increased as i took notice of the

large shards of window glass scattering the ground.

I threw my bag to the side, running throughout the house, calling for

(Y/N), but of course, there was no answer. Resting on the ground was an

agent's patch. I bent down to pick it up and examined it in my hand,

immediately recognizing the armed corporation.

"Neo-Umbrella.." I growled under my breath, crumbling the patch in my

plam. Also seening my nine-oh-nie handgun-on the ground, i picked it

up and frowned, bolting out the door of our destroyed home.

-

Your Pov-

Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with the slap of eerie silence

and white clouding the room. Your breath became wheezy as you took

in sharp breaths and began coughing violently, your body shaking.

"Sir, she's awake," Avoice said and your tired eyes scanned the room.

confusion washed over you as you looked around the room, trying to

think aubot where you were at. But nothing hit you.

You couldn't remember....anything. What your name was, your age, your

love, your favorite color, not even what happened 10 minutes ago.

"W-...Wh.." You tried to speak, but only slurs and syllables came out.

"where are you, you ask? My dear, you are home. Where you actually

belong," A man said softly. He looked as if he was villain. Just a mean,

nasty villain. Your eyebrow ceased in confusion.

"That blasted Agent Kennedy will be here any moment now. I want her

no where to be seen. Hide her. My men will take care of Kennedy." He

spoke to the doctor beside him who gave a firm nod. 'Agent Kennedy?

Who is that?'You thought bitterly in your mind.

So you could talk in your brain...but you couldn't process words aloud.

"The original (Y/N) is dead. She's the clone. But she's everything i've

ever wanted. Keep her safe and secure or else." He warned quietly to the

soctor as your heart dropped.'I'm a clone? I can't be...But i don't

remember anything...'

"M-M-Mis-sterr.." you stuttered out quietly. "Quiet." He snapped and you

attempted to lean yourself up but the chains around your wrists and

neck kept you down. "H-Hel-lp,"

"I said quiet!" He snapped again, this time more louder and fiercer. You

flinched at the sudden outburst.

Sitting completely still, you stared at the white, untouched ceiling as

your eyesight was suddenly blocked with black and white stars.

"Get away from me!"

"Stop!"

Now you remember. Your husband, Leon, was at work and you were

taken by an armed corporation by the name of 'Neo-Umbrella'.

suddenly, something inside of you snapped and hte feeling of

adrenaline and pain flushed your entire body. Your body began shaking

a bit and whimpers escaped your lips. The doctor looked at your

shaking body confusingly, his eyes widening. Your veins grew a very

dark color, you skin turning a sick grey color; there was something

inside of you. Something unstoppable.

More whimpers left your lips as you grit your jaw and yelled out loundly,

bursting up and snapping the metal chains. Springing up where you

were, the chains arond his neck. His hands were placed on your

neck in an attempt to push you away but you were much too strong.

Nothing was stopping you. As soon as you felt him grow limp, your grip

around his neck loosened and your breath shook. The glint in your eyes

disappeared and you blinked several times. "No..No, No, no, no, no,"

Your breath quickened. "Hey, w-wake up!" You slapped his cheeks over

and over until you knew he was gone. "What have i done?" You asked

yourself quietly, staring at your hands as your veins grew normal.

Gripping your head in your hands and groaning, you shut your eyes

tightly, feeling powerful.

'There is definitely something inside me..'

You slowly got up from your seating and picked up a gun from the

doctors pocket.

'I don't have much time..'

-

Your veins grew a dark color again and you began to grow weak as you

breathed in and out in a heavy manner. You placed your hands over your

belly and collapsed to the ground, dropping your gun in the process.

Gritting your fist, your breaths grew very heavy and you shook violently.

Your body shaped into different directions as you screamed in pain,

sweat covering every inch of your forehead.

Loud footsteps ripped through the air and the call of your name was

heard. "(Y/N)!"

Leon. He came back for you.

You continued to scream in pain, screwing your eyes shut as Leon

picked your spasming body in his arms. "Hold on, (Y/N)! We're getting

out of here!"

"Hurr-rry L-Leon, there's not...much..t-time.." You grunted, gasping in

tiny breaths. "Goddammit, There's gotta be a cure here somewhere..."

Leon set you down in a small corner and you shook some more. Leon

frantically looked around the medic room in search for any type of

vaccine to cure the parasite in your body.

"Leon, you have..to..get o-out of h-h-ere.." You managed to get out. Leon

shook his head, resting your head on his thigh. His hands gripped onto

your sweaty face as he kissed the tip of your nose.

"I'm not leaving without you, (Y/N)." He said sadly. Neo-Umbrella J'avo

began filling the first part of the room, close to the location of you and

Leon.

'For the love...of christ Leon, I'm about to die. C-can't you see..that?"

You cried.

Small gurglind sounds escaped the back of your throat ad tears flew

down your face as your face shallowed out. Your veins darkened even

more and your eyes were no longer it's beautitful color.

Your chest weakly heaved with each of your sobs and Leon kissed your

forehead for a good the to twenty seconds with massive force. He held

your in his arms, crying shallowly into your shoulder and you kissed his

solf lips for the last time.

"I'm so sorry, baby.." He lifted his gun from his belt loop and put it to the

side of your head. He shook and cried, your frown turning to a smile as

he pulled the trigger, a bullet piercing through your brain, putting you

down. He held you tighter, his cries now getting louder. He held your

(h/c) hair back, hugging your lifeless body.

He then let go, leaning his head back, a loud cry of pain escaping his

lips. "No!!"

-

Four weeks later.

There Leon sat, at his work desk, his hands tangled in his hair as he

stared at the stack of forms. a loud sigh rang through the air.

Ever since he had killed you, it's been haunting him ever since. He hasn't

gotte any sleep, skippedcountless days of work, lost weight, even

cried himself to sleep each night after the day he left you.

His eyes scanned through each from, another sigh escaping his lips. He

crompled two of the papers, throwing them in the garbage bin. He

scanned through more until something caught his eye and he stopped

in his tracks, his brow furrowing.

It was your form. Your exact name, your occupation, your exact birthday,

everything. It was even newly dated. 'She died for weeks ago, how is

this dated now?' Leon thought bitterly.

'I swear, i'm going crazy.'

Right then, a knock on the door was heard. "Come in?" Leon asked,

more of a question. The door opened, revealing President Benford and a

beautiful, young woman. That woman..was you.

You smiled brightly, happy to meet your new partner.

"Leon, I'd like you to meet our newest agent, Agent-"

"(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)." Leon interrupted, a look of disbelief on his face. Your

smile faded and you lifted your left eyebrow in confusion. "How do you know m-"

His mouth was to the ground, his eyes full of tears. "(Y/N)." Leon ran full

speed toward you, engulfing your small body in his arms. He dug his

face into the crook of your neck

as your pat his back awkwardly.

"Uhm, do I know you,..?" You asked, chuckling nervously. "How are you

alive right now, how did you-"

He stopped midway as soon as he heard your sentence. He locked eyes

with you and stared at you in disbelief. "W-What did you just-" He

stopped again.

"(Y/N), do you know this man?" President Benford asked questioningly

and you shook your head, unsure. "N-No Sir, I-I dont't." You shook your

head, your eyebrows still furrowed.

"(Y/N), it's me, It's Leon. don't you remember?"

"I'm sorry, I don't." You whispered sincerely, glancing at President

Benford and then back at Leon. Leon left as if he was about to vomit. "E-

Excuse me," He sped out of the room, bolting into the men's bathroom

ans staring at his messy self in the mirror.

'I'm going insane.'

"she's dead. I killed her."

"A bullet from my gun pierced her brain. She's surely gone."

"was it a dream?"

"It was all real."

"I can ' t lose you, (Y/N)."

Leon let out a loud cry, smashing his into the mirror, the mirror

shattering to pieces. The placed his hands on each side of the smashed

mirror, breathing in heavily through his nostrils.

You and President Benford burst though the door, in worry for Leon.

But Leon hated it when you were there, seeing him such a mess.. Leon

shoved pats both of you, as you looked after him.

"I don't know him, Adam. How does he know me..?" Yo asked gently,

tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

He brought you outside of the men's bathroom, taking in a deep breath

and wiping his now sweaty forehed. "You, (Y/N), you were kidnapped

about 4 and a half weeks ago when Leon was on a mission in Eastern

Europe. You two were married. you were taken to some sort of military

base for a corporation by the name of Neo-Umbrella. Thay...cloned you.

It turns out, Leon was married to you clone and not the actual...you.At

the facility, a parasite was spotted inside your body and it was only a

matter of time before you were killed by the parasite infecting your body

right in front of Leon. He had no choice but to kill you. It's been haunting

him ever since." President Benford explained to you. You mouth was

agape in shock and your slummped down beside a water fountain.

He was married to your clone and you hadn't even realized it.

"We were married.. I don't remember him.." You crossed your arms over

your chest and your lip trembled as you stifled a weak laugh.

You took after Leon's direction, wiping away your tears. As soon as you

spotted him, you called his name but he didn't even bother to turn

around. Leon sat down against the cream colored wall, his left hand

through his beautiful dirty blonde hair. You seated yourself beside him.

"I'm sorry, Leon. I didn't know that we were...y'know, married."

He didn't answer, nor look at you, so you just continued. "We're two

different people. But thet doesn't mean we don't have the same love."

You admitted. Leon looked at you with a frown but then it turned into a

grin. "We're the same person, but just..two different people."

"I'm not her. But I love you as much as she did." You said gently. You

fingertips came in contact with his jawline and you brought your lips to

his, closing the space between you two. You ran your hands through his

hair, pulling away and leaning your forehed to his. He leaned his chin

in your shoulder and kissed the crook of your neck tenderly.

"I missed you so much, (Y/N)..."

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC: Tell You All The Things You Should Know

“I’m out, I’m out! You two win, Jesus Christ I surrender.” There was a round of laughter from the pair of them as the third of their little party lurched to his feet from the seat around the beat up table. Sam’s hands were like fleshy dinner plates at the size of them on the table as he pushed his way to his feet with a slight wobble and away. “You guys are crazy, I give up.”

“Aww Sammy, can’t hold your liquor any more?” Dean joked in response, shifting in his seat to watch as his brother caught his balance and rolled his eyes down at the smirking pair remaining at the table. Bobby had left with a snifter of whiskey several hours earlier and a hissed request that the three of them keep the celebrations down; and now Sam was giving into his weak will like Dean had called almost two hours earlier when Jo had brought out the whiskey and vodka rather than just the rounds of beers. “Go on then, get yourself up for a sleep you giant waste of potential.”

“Har har, Dean.” The other sneered back, rolling his eyes again before leaning down to ruffle the blonde on the other side of the table to Dean’s hair up into a mussed pile atop her head. “Don’t let him pass out when you win, Jo, you hear?”

“Sure thing, Sam. Sweet dreams.” Jo’s voice was softer, more conscious of the request for quiet from their host than Dean could remember to be in his current state, or maybe she just sounded softer than he could ever achieve. Dean felt a shiver of envy when she grabbed a hold of Sam’s hand like it was nothing and gave it a squeeze before the other lumbered off through the study towards the stairs.

There was a quiet pause as they could hear the heavy footfalls of the other walking up the stairs and bumbling about on the next floor, before Jo reached out to pour them each another double of whiskey in the same glasses they had been using all night. It was a night to celebrate after all.

—

It had been Sam who decided to call in for backup on the case, and Dean had been surprised when their hotel door had opened to reveal the short, blonde woman rather than the older, cap-wearing hunter they had called about the case.

“So, which of you chuckleheads went and got yourself spotted by the pretty deer-lady?”

The words had gotten a huffed chuckle from Sam as he jerked his head towards where Dean still staring as Jo’d made her way into the room and thrown her dufflebag down on the bed that had Sam’s special chiropractic pillow he’d started taking everywhere with him.

“Stands to reason she went for the cute one.” Jo quipped, smiling up at Sam as she was practically engulfed by his brother in a hug before there was the sound of a loud, girlish squeak. “Hey!”

“That’s what you get for under appreciating me!” Sam replied, releasing her and tugging on her hair sharply in the same jesting way he had before. “What are you doing here anyway? We thought Bobby was coming.”

“Ah he was, but Rufus called and you know how that goes.” The other replied, smiling and holding her hands out in a ‘ta-da’ fashion, before she finally looked over at him. “So voila! Your knight in shinin’ armour is here to save your asses.”

“Really? You’re our saviour, huh?” Dean remarked, raising a brow at her as he continued to work on cleaning his gun as the other hunter made her way into the room and towards the wall covered in newspaper clippings of missing and dead men in the area, the locations of last sightings (practically all being local nightlife hot spots where dancing and dim lighting and the loud thud of music would cover practically any and all noise) and some pieces of lore that they had thought it may be originally. Jo looked decidedly unimpressed and began removing pieces while the brothers’ looked on. “And what makes you think you’re the woman for the job?”

“Easy, Deano, because I, unlike you, will not be fallin’ under some pretty gal’s charms and getting myself on her deadly bed post.”

That had proved far too accurate as the hunt had progressed with Jo’s calm and efficient research added to their own, Sam’s thoughtful suggestions, and Dean’s overall ability to come up with unorthodox ideas on the fly when things went haywire.

It had started out downhill, given Dean had already found himself caught up in a dance with the strawberry blonde previously before they’d realised exactly what they had been hunting, with him having to play bait for the first time in a long while. Things had gone well though with the suggestion, shouted over the thudding music, to take things back to his hotel room going down smoothly with the beauty. From there, it had been Jo’s idea to fill the room with cigarette smoke through the vents from the unaffected pair while Dean attempted to avoid falling under the monster’s powers too far that he would be run through and drained by her hidden antlers like the rest of her victims before having his blood drank and energy absorbed.

While the Deer Woman had been subdued by the smoke and eventually collapsed and died from the inhalation of the tobacco substance in the cramped room, Dean had tried to hide the fact he had indeed fallen victim to her, the cut on his neck oozing slightly while Sam and Jo had wrapped the body in tobacco leaves and cut off the cloven hooves of her feet as per Bobby’s instruction. If either Sam or Jo wanted to comment about it, they’d both kept their mouths shut after a significant glance while Sam had carried the body to the impala’s trunk and Jo had set to the task of patching his neck up instead quietly.

From there, they had returned as a group to Bobby’s house to celebrate a hunt well down and relax some - and in Dean’s case, to be berated for being distracted “as always” by a pretty face by the older hunter for a good half an hour while the other two had watched on in mirth.

—

“Has it been long enough I can start with the jokes yet?” Jo asked, head tilted to one side as Dean tossed back his double whiskey with a hiss at the burning to his throat. She didn’t even flinch at the loud slam of his glass back onto the table, and he had to bit down a laugh at the bemused look on her face. “Cause, like, I very rarely get to be the white knight and I am so totally ready to rub it in your face.”

“Oh really? You think you saved me, huh?”

“I don’t think, I know. You were all ready to get wrapped up and ruttin’ with that girl-”

“Monster-”

“Fucking girl, Dean. You didn’t know what she was to start with, so stop trying to pretend it matters what she was.” Jo laughed a little, shaking her head at him as she rolled her eyes.

Dean shrugged a shoulder in response, hand wrapping around the whiskey bottle and refilling his own glass and then adding another double pour to her own. If she was going to be drinking with him, he thought, she would be matching him like for like at least. “Of course it matters. I mean, maybe not to someone like you, but it does matter.” The moment the words were out his mouth, he knew it was the wrong thing to say, the wrong time to bring this up and the complete wrong emphasis to be making to try to make this point or bring this topic up.

“Someone like me, huh?” Jo asked quietly, a blonde brow raised across at him as she lifted her glass to her lips with a small frown. Dean felt like his tongue was ten times too large as he watched her, too large to correct himself correctly quick enough to stop whatever was going to come next. What did was the almost professional tip of her head as she polished off the entirety of her glass in one gulp and barely even coughed at the burn of alcohol down her oesophagus. There was a matching slam to his own before she was pouring herself a double and touching his up the same amount again with a sneer. “What did you mean by that, Dean?”

“Jo, you know I didn’t mean-”

“Oh yes you did. You meant a lot by that, so lets do this. You tell me exactly what you meant about someone like me.”

“I didn’t… That.. It wasn’t what I meant by that.”

“But what did you mean by it?” Jo practically hissed the question out, eyes sharper than they had any right to be from the amount of drinks they had both consumed so far that night; and Dean wasn’t sure what it was that was keeping her more focused than himself, but he was definitely feeling the draw to talk he would not usually do without copious amounts of liquor in his system.

Shaking his head and lifting his glass to sip at its contents slowly, the older hunter gave a weary sigh. “I just meant that you would think that what the monster was wouldn’t matter. Since it doesn’t seem to matter to you that you’re sleeping one with yourself.” The truth tasted better on his tongue for once than the lies or the bitten off remarks he had been struggling to keep a hold of ever since he showed up on her and the monster’s doorstep months and months ago. At the same time however, as Jo’s eyes seemed to flash with something he couldn’t recognise, Dean abstractly thought maybe he should keep this concealed and buried instead before the fuzzy thoughts faded that again. “It matters to me, but of course you wouldn’t see it that way.”

“And what does it make me to you that I’m… with a monster?” Jo’s voice was quiet and almost accusatory as she looked across at him, her own glass almost half drank already. “What’s it matter or mean to you, Dean?”

“It’s wrong is all, but you know that already Jo.” He scrubbed a hand across his face as he lent his elbow onto the table top and refused to drop his eyes from her widening ones - this talk was a long, long time coming, and made even more needed for him since that hunt a little while back. “I get that you’re all like… in fucking love with him or something, whatever the fuck that means with a manipulating, mind-controlling thing like he is, but Jo, you know that your whole thing is wrong. He’s a fucking monster, for God’s sake, you should know better than to think that’s okay."

“Would you say that I was a blood traitor? That my standards were gone? That I should just bow out?"

Dean balked at the first question, eyes zeroing in on the frozen, icy look on Jo's face as she spoke. There was something to her tone as she talked that Dean couldn't quite place.

"That's not quite-"

"Not quite how you'd put it?" Jo snapped back, her hand tightly gripping around her glass as she raised a brow at him. "How would you put it?"

“It’s just wrong, Jo. It’s Sam and Ruby all over again, and we all know how that ended!” He growled back, hands forming into fists between his knees under the table top as he tried to hold himself back from getting drawn into the anger about that situation again. Jo scoffed at him, flipping her hair and rolling her eyes, which just got another growl from him in response.

“Jesus Christ, I know how that did but this isn’t the same, Dean. Ruby was fuckin’ manipulating him and was so bad for him, this ain’t even remotely like that. This is good for me.”

"But you could do better. You deserve better." Dean found himself answering, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought. "I get that you think you're happy right now, and I'm glad you've got some in your life - I really am, Jo - but it's with a freaking monster of all things. You couldn't have found it with a real person?"

“He is a real person, you asshole.”

“He’s riding about in a real person.”

That got a scraping of metal chair legs upon the tile floor as the other jerked to her feet angrily. Jo looked furious, but Dean just couldn’t find the response to care. It was the truth, he was simply telling her the truth.

“Of course, of fucking course, that’s how you see it!” Jo flung a hand up with the inelegance of an angry, tipsy Sorority Girl as she span about on her heel in the centre of the small kitchen before pointing her finger at him, waggling it. “That’s how all your fucking assholes see this, ain’t it? Just seem ‘im as a fucking monster, another thing to fuckin’ hunt!” She clenched her fist as he looked back at her, unrepentant at all that he’d upset her and feeling the fuzzy buzz of the drinks smoothing his own need to get up and resettle her nerves right now. He was right and she was wrong, and that needed to get across to her. “Just another thing that needs to be dead, and I’m just a fuckin’ foolish little girl who’s a disgrace to the community, right? Bet you wouldn’t have lifted a fuckin’ finger for us if you’d known the truth.”

“Wouldn’t what?!”

“You heard me! You’d have let Walker do what he wanted if Bobby’d told you the truth, Dean. You’d have turned your back and let him do whatever he was planning to us.” Jo’s voice cracked slightly as she stared down at him, and Dean could see the slight shake of her hands as she pulled both arms in against her chest, staring at him like a drowning man desperate for help. He found himself rising to his feet as her words fanned to burning, scorching heat the flames of his own anger at the accusations. “I know you, Dean. You would have left me to face him alone if you knew it was over Grey.”

“Over a monster, you mean.” Dean snarled back, stepping right into her space and sneering down at her as Jo glared defiantly up at him. “Not over anything but a fucking monster.”

“But you.. you don’t deny it.” Her voice wavered then, eyes wide but clearly furious as they stared down one another. A battle of wills finally coming to a head. “You don’t deny you’d have let Walker do what he wanted. You gonna deny if you’d have helped him out too, or not?” Jo’s eyes looked glassy and shiny under the dim, old bulb of the kitchen light, and Dean could barely stand the way she hissed out the next words. “You want to deny you’d have killed Grey instead of wanting Gordon dead? You want to deny you haven’t thought about finishing the job?”

“Jo, I wouldn’t-”

“Oh, but just because it was Gordon yeah? Just because it was the guy that had been gunning for your brother, right? That’s the only reason you sided with me over him, innit? If some other hunter asked you to, you’d do it in a heartbeat.” Her words felt like bolts, spearing right through him and leaving him an open bleeding mess at how true they sounded. Jo’s eyes were staring through him and leaving him to the naked truth of just how he would behave if any other hunter, anyone other than Gordon Walker, had been the one targeting her and her monster. She shook her head when he remained silent, one shaking hand wiping at the wet track on her cheek. “I bet you’d not even disagree with his plan to cut the stain out from Grey would you. Bet you just see a trail of monster filth on me every second you look at me these days, huh, bet I’m nothin’ but monster-fuckin’ trash when you really think about it and you’d want to rid me of anything he’s touched... Even though it is every single part of me.”

That broke the heavy tension between them, his hands coming up to grasp her shoulders tightly and shake them harshly as the idea washed through his mind. If he had received a call about some monster being alive and fucking with Jo? If he had heard Gordon Walker’s take on the pair? If he’d seen them together and just known it was a monster with the ability to control thoughts, and memories, and feelings?

Dean could barely see Jo behind the watery film covering his eyes, snarling and shaking her harshly, with fingers dug in tightly as if afraid to let her go and have this be what she thought of him. “Jo..” He grunted the word out as he blinked, and suddenly he could see her clearly again - her eyes wide and her mouth open in a gasp of pain at his tight grip on her and the almost violent shakes, but making no move to stop him or strike back just a look of simple acceptance flooding across her face - and he let go as if his hands were burnt. “Jo I... I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, Dean.” There was an almost resigned sound to her voice as Jo lifted her hands to rub at her shoulders gently, a flash of pain on her face that rushed over his anger like a tidal wave of ice cold water to the hot flames.

“No, no, Jo I’m sorry. For everything.”

“No your not.”

He felt something constrict hard at that, the way she said it sounding achingly familiar to something she’d said before that he had barely heard and barely remembered when he’d stormed out of the old bar without a glance behind. The resignation, the acceptance and the heartbreak in her tone lanced him right through in a way it hadn’t that previous time. Before? She had just been like a little school girl in his mind, a capable and fierce one, but something off limits and far from what he could handle or desire at the time. Something to be protected from the world and most of all from himself in that tumultuous time they first crossed paths. But now? Now he saw her for what she had always been, and hearing that tone from her, just how much more responsible, accepting and mature she still was to him that she could read him like a book and still care and hurt from his actions, was enough to pierce it into his very soul to never do this again.

“You’re right. Maybe not for everything right now, but-” Dean let out a shaky breath as he stepped back towards her and replaced his hands where they had been, trapping her own beneath them as her stared down at her stubborn look. “Look. I don’t want to be on the same level as Gordon Walker-”

“Good, then don’t fuckin’ act like him!”

“Will you let me fucking finish, God!” Dean let out a huff that was as close to a laugh as he could get at the impertinent look on Jo’s face and the stubborn set of her jaw as she raised an eyebrow up at him. Rubbing his hands slightly before squeezing in a much gentler, calmer way than he had before, the hunter gave a small sigh before continuing, “I want to be better about this, but it’s hard you know? This is not what I expected would be happening in either of our lives, Jo, and I’m just coming to terms with that let alone what your life really is now.”

“Dean, I know you’re trying to protect my feelings, but that’s long in the past-”

“Your feelings are not the ones I’m trying to be cautious of, Jo, you moron.” That time Dean did feel himself give a short bark of a laugh, feeling the heat in his cheeks as Jo pinned him with a raised brow at that. “You’re good, I know you are, I know that you’re happy and you say that you’re being treated well. Even Sam seems to be a fan of your shad- uh, guy.”

“You know his name is Grey.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

There was a long pause as they stared at one another, Jo’s hip jutted out and if her hands were free he knew they would be planted on either side of her hips and she would be the spitting image of her mother with the determined, forceful look on her face. A thought flashed through his mind watching her that this could have been what he could have had. It felt so real in that moment that this could have been it - they could have been fighting about a hunt or Sam doing something stupid, or her mother calling for the tenth time that week to check up on her - and he could have pulled her up in his arm and kissed that look off her face. Instead, Dean found himself tugging her close and wrapping her up in his arms.

“Dean.. what the fuck?”

“Just let me get this out without you looking at me like that okay?” Dean muttered into her hair, and he could tell the moment she recognised his request at the jerky nod of her head against his chest and the way the tense setting of her shoulders seemed to relax a hair. Sighing to himself, palms almost as big as her ribs across her back, he knew from the soft, fuzziness in his head that this would be the one and only time to get this out once and for all if it was ever to be spoken. With just enough drinks to make his tongue loose and his heart win out over his head; and inevitably to regret it in the morning.

“Jo, I’m sorry for it all. For ignoring you, for denying myself and you as well. For putting you in that position so many times to be hurt because of knowing me. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, and I just couldn’t give you what you deserved.” He wasn’t sure when it happened but he found one hand stroking over her hair gently, and surprised at the slight shudder he felt run through her as he continued. “I’m sorry that you died because of me, and that you couldn’t rely on me when you came back. That it took Bobby calling for me to come around. I should have been there for you the way you always were for me, but I just.. couldn’t.”

“Dean-”

“Shush, I need to say this, Jo.” Dean’s voice rumbled quietly between them before he felt her nod again. Sucking in a deep breath, the taste of whiskey filling his senses from the drinks upon drinks they’d both had, he took a short step back and held the other at a small arms length away, hands on either side of her head. He found himself smiling at the confused bordering on concerned look that spread across her face, brows furrowed but eyes wide as she looked up at him and he didn’t have the will to fight off the little voice telling him to stroke his thumbs across her wet cheeks. “Look, I couldn’t face you, not after what happened. And by the time we got here, I was too late wasn’t I? You’re.. your happy now, and I swear that’s all I want for you these days. You deserve more than I could have ever given you, and if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that’s what you have, I’ll never ever bring this up again.” He could see the sharp jolt run through her eyes at that, and let out a deep sigh as he watched Jo’s eyes run around his face as if chasing what he was sure was an extremely confusing look upon his face for her. “If you can tell me he deserves you and you aren’t just...settling or have got yourself caught in something, then I’ll leave it be and never discuss this again. I’ll even shake his bloody hand, okay? I can’t promise to like him, but I can accept it.”

Dean almost forgot to breathe at the way her face shifted at his last words, from concerned and embarrassed and almost borderline angry into something softer than he’d ever seen from her before. It almost reminded him of the way his Mom had looked at his Dad back in ‘73. That thought sent a shock through him and his hands dropped immediately to his sides as he shifted to look over the top of her head rather than look directly at that look, knowing it was all for the shadow.

“Dean...” Jo’s voice was quiet as she tilted her head at him, drawing his eyes back down to her own against his own will, before she let out a sigh. Next thing he knew, her hands were on each of his cheeks and Dean groaned at the feel of her lips against his for just the briefest moment. They were gone a second later, and as he blinked his eyes open, that look was on her face again, stabbing right through him all over again. Jo was smiling so sweetly he wished he’d been by so much sooner. “Dean, he is the best part of my life. He makes me happy, and I really hope you can be happy for me.”

Clenching his fists, he found himself nodding along as her hands dropped back to her side and Jo stepped back from him without any sign that she had felt any of the shivers, shudders or heart thumping pain he was at it. Gulping thickly, Dean nodded his head at her and rubbed a hand across his face roughly compared to the way he wished to ghost his fingers across his lips but that wouldn’t do. “I’ll try, Jo. I promise.”

“Then that’s good enough for me.” Jo replied brighter than she’d spoken all night before she shifted her weight and pointed back towards the table. “Let’s drink to it being enough for now, right?”

Dean let out a chuckle at her attempt at a carefree suggestion before nodding and moving back to his own seat in sync with her. “Sounds good to me Jo.” He sank down into the rickety old chair, hearing the slight whine of the metal as she refilled both their glasses, looking for all the world as if a weight was off of her shoulders while he knew it had settled sharply down on his own instead. Taking the glass she slid across the worn table top at him, Dean stared at the brown liquor for a long moment. “Enough for now.”

Jo chirped the words back at him, and the sound of their glasses chinking filled the room as they moved to finish the drinks in a toast and Dean tried to hide the burning feeling being from the alcohol alone, before the other began retelling some story of some ‘sexy piece of wood’ she took care of a while back and he forced his lips into a corresponding smile. 

That she was happy was enough now.

[greyfacewhispers]

A Gray and Lilith Chat

28/06/12 Remember how in the middle of all the super serious breakups and makeups and Crowley business I decided(or maybe it was suggested?) that Gabe would randomly change Gray's hair pink? Well this is after that. Anna and Gray are broken up, Gray believes Anna was fucking Grey. Lilith: *Lilith prods Gray* Gray: *Gray facepalms* Lilith: *Lilith smiles sweetly* Gray: "What the hell do you want?" *He's relieved at least his hair is back to normal if he has to deal with this* Lilith: (LOL how did he get his hair back?) Gray: (Gabe fixed it while he wasn’t paying attention like he dyed it while he wasnt paying attention. Although now he thinks it may randomly turn pink which... lol) Lilith: (CRYING) Lilith: (Omg I love Gabe) Lilith: *The little blond girl walks around the monster smiling brightly* "It's been a while. I've missed you!" *Lilith hugs Gray around the middle squeezing tight* Gray: *Gray grabs her head and pushes her away from him, holding her at arms length* "Uh huh, well you're shorter than I remember." Lilith: *Lilith just shrugs looking around the broken down house.* "Not as fancy as where you were staying. What's the matter get tired of pretending to be Grey? All domesticated and house broken?" Gray: *The monster growls sourly* "I was never pretending to be Grey, you know nothing." Lilith: "Well I know Grey can burn things now, he really really must hate a person if he's willing to eat me so that he can regain the ability to make sparks" Gray: "Yeah yeah, he's gone off the rails and trying to get his monster creditals back." *Gray grumbles, moving over to lean against the wall* Lilith: "He's fun now, because you can see it on his face the moment he regrets something and starts feeling bad." *Lilith walks around the room kicking over the broken wood and plaster.* "Do you think Crowley is going to kill him or the angel first?" Gray: "I'm sure that's hysterical." *He crosses his arms and growls* "I hope it's the runt and I hope it's a /slow/ and /painful/ death." Lilith: "But I'm hoping one day he gets emotional in bed with big sister and singes her." *Lilith sulks some at the idea of having her current toy killed first.* Gray: *Gray almost chuckles at the image but shakes his head* "I'm sure their sex life isn't exciting enough for that to happen." Lilith: "True, he does seem like he would be all missionary about it." *Lilith walks back towards Gray her attention gone with looking at the room and she opens up the little play purse she has with her.* "I brought you a present." Gray: "I bet Jo never gets to have any fun either." *Gray eyes her suspiciously, wondering what's she has got* "You shouldn't have." Lilith: *Lilith takes out something and flicks it at Gray* "I thought you might want a keepsake of what drove you to meeting the angel." *It's an iron patch like she had first put on Gray that burned their eyes out.* Gray: *Gray catches it before he realizes it, tossing it away with a angry hiss as it burns him* "I'm trying to forget that seeing as it's already foggy." Lilith: "Awww I just thought that you might like something to remember what you were like before you landed into your current misery." *Lilith looks insulted as Gray throws her present away* "You could make Grey wear it this time around." Gray: "I don't have to remember, I'm getting back to how I'm supposed to be." *Gray wipes his burned hand on his jacket* "Not that that's not a wonderful idea but I'll pass." Lilith: "Yes because this is such a glorious life. Broken homes, dead bodies, watching your twin and your ex being made into Crowley's bitches." *Lilith smiles sweetly at Gray.* Gray: *Gray shrugs and looks uncomfortable* "This is normal for a monster." *He pauses for a moment* "And what Crowley does with those two is none of my business." Lilith: *Lilith smirks* "You could beat Crowley to the punch. Take them out yourself. After all you are the top monster on the food chain or are you comfortable letting Grey take that position from you?" Gray: "They're just two more things between Crowley and myself, I've learned better than to... than to play with his toy's. If there's anything left after he's done with them, then I'll swoop in and get the back." Lilith: "It's too bad, I never really got to play you and Grey before that connection was severed. I wanted to write messages on your skin and see if Jo could read them." *Lilith kicks over a broken chair and she reaches down breaking off a leg like it was a twig.* Gray: *Gray moves to walk further away when she breaks off the chair leg* "She wouldn't have cared back then, her and the runt weren't fucking." Lilith: "What do you think it would take to make him willingly feed off people? It's so tiring to force him too?" *Lilith smirks as Gray moves away* Gray: "Convince him it'll help him keep from getting carved up by Crowley or direct him at someone he's really pissed at. Set a hunter or two on him and make it so he's got no choice but to take them out. Of course he's already got that control issue so maybe it's just a matter of dropping a few depressed humans on him and watching him be unable to stop himself." Lilith: "Hmmmm I don't think he hates anyone that much except Crowley. I've thought about locking him away with humans and starving him till he has to eat or maybe Jo." Gray: "I'm sure you could find someone." *Gray continues to back off* "Jo likes him eating her too much for that to be totally effective." Lilith: *Lilith snorts dropping the wood and wiping her hands* "I was kind of hoping he would get addicted to the angel but he never did. I need to shatter what little control he has so when Crowley really comes after him he'll snap." Gray: "He might be on his way to get addicted to the angel, I reckon they're close currently." *Gray says bitterly, stopping when she drops the leg* Lilith: "What do you mean? Please don't tell me those three are all sleeping together?" *Lilith shudders making a face like a child who just ate something that tasted bad* Gray: "Well I would assume she has a new monster now that I'm out of there. He's the only one around and he did show up on her orders so." *Gray makes the same face as Lilith thinking about it* Lilith: "Well I haven't heard anything about that but I know she sent Ruby back down to Hell the other day. Maybe she's off boys again." *Lilith smirk watching Gray.* Gray: "Nothing would surprise me. Especially when it comes to her." *Gray says quietly looking away from Lilith when she smirks* "So are you just hear to give me the patch and gossip? I thought you had a new toy to play with." Lilith: "Not really. Last thing I want is to put myself back on Crowley's radar till those silly humans and angels kill him." *Lilith walks back over to Gray smiling sweetly* "You don't like my company?" Gray: "I don't like anyone's company, don't take it personally." *Gray sneers* Lilith: "I could go find a new body..a nice red head if you don't like blonds. One that's a bit older." *Lilith continues to smile, rocking back on her heels* Gray: "/No/." *Gray says a little too sharply but then checks his tone* "Quite a bit older than your current body and I think I prefer you as a blonde." Lilith: *Lilith giggles disappearing* Gray: *Gray groans because he's sure she's going to come back as an elderly woman and goes to get out of the house as fast as possible*

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But I love you... Dean x Reader

Requested:  HELLOO❤ Can you write a fluffy one , Dean x Reader, where the reader confess to him?  by... @mother-of-nekos WARNINGS: slight swearing, mentions of drinking, low thoughts of self and lots of feelings... you have been warned. Word count: 1811

Authors Note:  Hey beautiful humans! I wanted to say that I love all of you and that your feedback is always welcomed along with requests! Enjoy your day or night or wherever you are!!!

Bacon. That was the smell that had awoken you from your deep sleep. You let your feet and legs carry your exhausted body to the bunker kitchen. The closer your legs got you to the kitchen the more smells your nose picked up on, like coffee, maple syrup, whip cream and was that chocolate chips too?

Your haze of a mind slowly came to the conclusion of pancakes, as your feet dragged you into the kitchen.

Your blurry vision made out a shape dancing to some song that the radio played. You slowly walked across the kitchen and sat down on one of the metal stools at the island counter, laying your head into your arms. Your ears stopped ringing as Dean’s voice began to take over, singing I was made for loving you by KISS. You felt your lips pull into a smile listening to him sing slightly off-key.

Beginning to hum along with him got you to work your brain making you wake up more. Foot tapping on the rung of the stool turning into sitting up off the table dancing from your waist up for a good period of time before you jumped to your feet dancing in front of the island as Dean watched.

Dean was making pancakes he had just finished when he heard you shuffle into the kitchen. Thump; he knew you put your head on the island like always, pouring a cup of black bliss in a mug he turned up the radio a little and began to sing loudly. He heard the faint tap of your slipper on the metal, he felt himself grin knowing what was to come as the morning progressed. He finished flipping the last of the pancakes when he turned around to find you dancing around in a band tee too big for you and sweats that were clearly too long. Your hair pulled into a messy bun from the night before.

Placing the finished pancakes on the plate that was on the counter, Dean watched everything you did. His emerald eyes traced your body, watching the movement of your hips to the beat of the music, and how your shoulders and arms moved up n down the curves you owned. Dean just watched as he sat down for breakfast and a show, his eyes never left your dance graceful yet slightly offbeat movements.

The radio played a seamless transition of KISS into Aerosmith's Angel. You heard the familiar song begin to play, quickly walking over to Dean grabbing his wrist before he could protest. You pulled him up from the table and dragged him away from, the island so you could dance together.

“Y/N what are you doing” Dean’s voice spoke out as you came to a stop in the middle of the kitchen floor.

“We are dancing.” You answered as you placed Dean’s hands on your waist as your hands went draped around the base of his neck. You couldn’t believe your boldness, maybe you were still a little drunk from last night or maybe you were just too sleepy to care.

You always liked Dean more than a friend the way his green eyes made you feel weak to your knees or maybe it was the way he took care of your cuts and bruises, careful to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. Even if you do whimper out in pain he immediately stops and starts to apologize for what he did, then he’ll go back even softer and lighter with his touch than before. Maybe it was the way he cared for his family or how you and he had so much in common, from burgers to music to the love of classic cartoons. How about the way he smiles and laughs when he is genuinely happy that makes you melt as you smile and laugh with him. Could it be how all you ever wanted was for him to be happy instead of the emotional wreck he is, maybe you thought you could help him.

You swayed to the soft beat of Aerosmith that was sounding so far away as you got lost in those emerald eyes. The red flush appeared across your cheeks as you gave Dean a soft smile. You leaned up giving him a kiss on the cheek, whispering into his ear, “Thank you for breakfast Angel.”

You pulled away, turning to walk over to the pancakes that smell drew you in. As you began to walk away to go sit, you felt a grip on your right wrist. You turned back to see Dean giving you a smile. He pulled and twirled you back into his arms. Your back pressed against his chest as you let out a little giggle. The red color quickly covered your entire face. You felt Dean’s chuckle resonated from in his chest, as his warm breath sweep across your neck.

You leaned your head back against his left shoulder as you, your eyes met his and you just couldn’t take the thought of what is was like to kiss him any longer. You leaned up a little more as your lips pressed against his soft ones. He tasted sweet like chocolate and a little bit bitter from his cup of coffee. Your body twisted in his arms to face him, never letting your lips break apart. Dean’s hand gripped your hips not wanting you to move, your hands rested on the base of his neck.

The kiss was soft and passionate yet gentle, kissing dean made your pulse increase then quickly drop as you relaxed into Dean’s arms. The wave of happiness exploded from deep in your stomach and spread through your body. You pushed yourself onto your tip-toes so Dean didn’t have to crane his neck so far.

Dean’s grip on your hips only got tighter as he picked you up and placed you gently on the counter, letting himself settle between your legs. Your lungs begged you to pull away from Dean’s soft lips but you couldn’t get your body to respond. You tilted your head to the other side letting your mouth capture much-needed air. You gently bit and tugged on Dean’s bottom lip, letting your mind drift away. Dean groaned against your lips as your fingers ran through his brown locks.

Dean was the one to pull away, leaving you breathless, panting to catch your breath. He rested his forehead against yours as his emerald eyes gazed into your Y/E/C orbs, his hands still placed on your hips.

“Wait… Y/N, we… this…” as he motioned between the two of you. “It can’t happen…I don’t want to hurt you.” Dean’s eyes soften as he admitted that, his worse fear.

“Dean,” You spoke softly as your fingers played with the ends of his hair.

“Y/N. No. I’ll end up hurting you… I can’t do that to you.” His hands slipped from your hips as he turned to begin to walk away. You felt the difference in temperature, you felt cold without him near you. The cold not only chilled your skin but your heart as well.

“But I love you…” You choked out, still sitting on the counter. The salt water glassed over your eyes turning your vision slightly blurry. Dean stopped in his tracks, turned to face you, “You what?” he spoke in a whisper. You hopped off the counter, landing with a soft thud. “I love you, Dean.”

“You shouldn’t, Y/N. I’m not good enough for you. You deserve better than me and this life. You deserve the white picket fence with a house and children in a suburb somewhere with peppy neighbors you’ll hate but only be nice to because that’s who you are. You deserve the whole world, and most of all you deserve a husband or boyfriend who is going to love you the way you need to be with all of his heart… I can’t give you that.” Dean hung his head in defeat.

He always thought he was never good enough for you, you deserved the world and he couldn’t give it to you. Even though he would die trying to give it to you. God, he loved you and wanted nothing but to wake up to you every morning in his arms but this life would never allow it to happen. The hunter lifestyle never lets Dean be happy, not with Jo, not with Liza and Ben. Why would it let him be happy with the one girl who was perfect for him?

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it this really what Dean thought you wanted. That was so far from what you wanted. You wanted Dean, you wanted crappy motels, fast food, monster; you wanted dancing in the bunker kitchen. You wanted to wake up to Dean’s singing every morning, to ride in Baby, to have Dean patch you up after hunts. Most importantly you wanted Dean to realize his worth, to realize he means the world to you. For him to see that he was and is your world.

You took a step forward, waited for Dean’s response. Nothing. You carefully walked to Dean, the closer you got the faster your heart pounded against your chest. You placed your index finger under his chin, making his green orbs meet yours. His once happy emerald greens turned to forest green covered in glass. You looked deep into his eyes, they spoke of his broken heart. You leaned up kissing him again softly, only lasting for a few seconds.

“Dean,” you spoke softly as you broke away from him. “I don’t want a house in a suburb somewhere with crappy neighbors and a shitty white picket fence. I never wanted that. I want shitty motels rooms on the road with cheap fast food only to come home to the bunker to dance in the kitchen with you. The only “neighbor” I want is Sam and Cas. You, Dean, the most amazing man I know. I know this life isn’t what most girls want but it’s what I want. Dean Winchester, you are everything I’ve ever wanted; needed. Dean, you are my world.”

Dean stepped closer to you, leaning down and in pressing his lips against yours as his hands cupped your cheeks pulling you up to him. You felt him smile against your lips. Dean slowly pulled his lips away from yours, speaking. “Y/N, would you like to go out sometime? Just me and you.”

His mind decided if he was your world, he was going to give you your world. You smiled looking into his once again happy emerald eyes, “I’d love to Dean.”

“Say it again?” Dean said hopefully.

You giggled, looking deeper into that ocean of green getting lost but before you got completely lost you spoke softly, “I love you, Dean…”

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Hurricane P3/

Happy x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Overdoes, Smut 18+ only. IF under 18 kindely un-follow me. Violence. IF these are an issue please do not read this. 

Summary: Read 1 and 2

This chapter is not as long. Sorry loves!

“You think it is ok to talk flirt with other women? Huh? Putting your hand on her ass?” you shouted n Happys face. “Fine, let me go find a patch.” You turned away from him, sauntering through the crowd. Happy tried to follow you, yet you where too quick. You sat on a randoms patchs lap, joing in on the convo. Happys eyes burned when he seen that. The patch laid his hand on your upper theigh. You thought you made it clear to him you where together, if this was the only way.. so be it. “Get up little girl..”  you looked up to see Happy above you. His eyes read death all over them. “Naw, you know what. This guys lap is very comfortable.” Little did you know Kozik was watching too. He never seen his brother get so pissed off and lose his cool before. Especially over a girl. Kozik walked over, grabbing your hand. Pulling you up. “Your going to get the poor patch killed hun..” chucklng you waved bye to him and winked. Happy grabbed your arm from Kozik. “We need to talk.” Pulling away from Happys grasped you followed Kozik outside. “Sis, go cool off.. obviously something happened between you two..  go home and relax” you agreed with Kozik. Hopping in your Jeep you drove off. Happy ran ourside to see you turn out of the yard. “Where did she go Kozik?” Sighing Kozik took out his gun and took the safety off, pushing it against Happys chest. “Hurt her.. and I will kill you.” With those words Kozik walked away.

Arriving at the hotel, you checked in. The nice man gave you a key to your room, petting Kozy after. Stepping into the room you threw your stuff on the spare bed. The room was huge, having a small kitchen and living room. Your phone kepts buzzing. You had about 57 messages from Kozik. All begging to forgive him.

After the meeting with a small book store, you walked down the block to the liquor store. In all honestly you had relied on passing out sometimes. The door jingled as you walked in. You grabbed a bottle of tequila. Paying at the counter, you watched the lady package it up. Walking back to your jeep, you sat there for a second. Your world was spinning more than usual.  You managed to make it back to the hotel room, grabbing some food from the restaurant in the hotel. Hitting the elevator button, you made it back to the room. Kozy was knocked out sleeping next to the luggage. You stripped down to just a t-shirt and panties. You took some bites of the fettucine alfrado you got. You popped the top off the bottle, taking a sip. You hated this feeling. You could never quite get you emotions in check after Happy. Kozy, your dog only one bringing you calmness. You put on South Park. You laughed a lot, and kept drinking.

A knock at the door woke you up from you sleep slightly. Rolling over, you pulled Kozy closer to you, falling back asleep. Another knock arouse and you shifted more. Hearing a loud bash, you hurd the door swung open. For some reason, your body could not move. It was as if it betrayed you. You felt very weak, something was wrong. “Y/N!” Kozik walked into the bed room. He rolled you over, seeing you still asleep. He looked around and seen the shiny tall bottle of liquor. This was not the first time. Happy came in behind him and seen you passed out. He grabbed the bottle, seeing not even a drop left. Kozik kept trying to shake you awake. Getting frantic, Kozik put his fingers against your pulse. Looking at his watch, he counted the beats per minute. “We gotta get her to the hospital now!” Happy jogged over to your frame. He seen you in only a t-shirt and panties. Scars covered your legs, ones he had not seen before. “Kozy!” Kozik called the dog. He followed the boys down to your Jeep. Happy got in with you, holding you in his arms. You had lost so much weight, he felt a very notable difference.

Happy ran you into the emergency room. A few of the doctors ushered him to a room to lay you down. Pushing Kozik and Happy away, telling them to go sit in the waiting room. Two hours passed. “Y/N.” Happy and Kozik stood up and followed the doctor to a private room. “She drank a lot. Enough to knock three grown men out. We took a blood sample and all her vitamins are in the red. Showing that she has not been eating, next to nothing. Kozik sat down with his head in his hands. “We pumped her stomach and emptied the alcohol. We have a feeding tube in her now, giving her nutrients. She should be able to leave soon. Do you think this was attempted suicide?” the doctor asked the boys. Happy snapped his head up at the doctor. “Hell no.. she would never!” the thought haunted him. Would you really try to end your own life? “We can not tell the club about this..” Kozik mumbled a bit. Happy nodded agreeing with him. “Can I see her?” the doctor nodded to them.

Walking in your room, Happy felt lower then he ever felt. Falling to his knees, he grabbed your hand, kissing it. “I am sorry.. I should have never left you..” he seen the feeding tube and his heart squeezed. “We need to at least tell Lyla..?” Happy looked back at Kozik, who just stared at his best friend.

“Kozik.. no matter what, friends forever!” you smiled holding his hand in yours as you swung on the swings. “Always! Till the end! We stay friends and never lie!” Kozik finished the sentence. They were seven at the time they made this promise.

The next day.

Feeling the feeding tube slide out of your throat was one of the worst feelings ever. The doctor explained you needed to stop drinking so much and take better care of yourself. You looked into the corner of the room, seeing Happy and Kozik both asleep on the chairs. The hospital gave you some sweatpants. Your phone buzzed, waking the boys. “Hello, oh hey Gemma.. Naw I felt sick so I went to the doctors.. yeah I am ok.. I will be by later..” the boys listened to the convo. Slowly you got up and seen Kozy sleeping on blanket next to the bed. You looked at him confused slightly on how he was able to be here. “We.. brought you in last night..” “Yeah..  I hurd the knock, but my body betrayed me on getting up. Thanks.” Your voice acted more like you where numb to them. “I’ll drop you off at TM. Club is leaving to head back now.” “Our bikes are at your hotel..” sighing you nodded grabbing a few things.

Getting discharged you walked out. Tears flooded your vision. The pills started to wear off and your emotions started to come back. The guys got in the Jeep and you drove to the hotel. Stepping out, you locked the door. Kozy next to you as you walked into the hotel and up to your room. You gave neither club members the time of day. Happy ran into the hotel, seeing you get into the elevator, he ran up the stairs to the third floor. He seen you opening the door to your room. Tears filling your eyes. He ran to your door, putting his foot in the door. He pushed the door open. He closed it behind him and locked both locks. “Happy..” he ignored your tone. Grabbing your shoulders, he backed you against the bed. His body over yours as he looked down at you. “I still love you.. like I said I always would. I am fucking sorry for the stupid ass decision I made.. if you cant forgive me please forgive Kozik.. he will die without you..” you looked into his pleading eyes. “Get off me..”  was all you could say. Happy didn’t move, all he could do was see your true self. He seen past the viciousness, the pain and the sorrow. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You should have fought him off, you should have pushed him away. His lips felt so good against yours.

Happy refused to let you leave angry with him. He got on his bike, putting on his helmet. His motorcycle raced through the streets of Tacoma. He pulled into your driveway, hopping of his bike, barly even shutting it off. He knocked on your door loudly. You opened the door in a nightgown and fluffy black slippers. “What are you doing here asshole?” you took a deep breath of the joint in your fingers. Happy came in, slamming the door shut. “Go find that crow eater.” You blew the smoke in his face. Turning around you flicked the butt in the sink and wet it with water. “I don’t want her.” He took a step forward, stalking you. “I re-thought everything. You can’t handle me.” Smirking at him slightly. “Watch me..” he grabbed your hand, pulling you too him. Holding onto your waist, he set you on the table. Pushing your nightgown up. You went to stop him, hating the extra pudge around your hips and stomach. He instead threaded his fingers through yours. Wrapping your legs over his shoulders, he took one hand and pushed over you black booty shorts. Before you could say anything, you felt his lips against your clit. “Happy!” moaning out. He twirled his tongue around, giving the bundle of nerves all the attention. This all happened so fast and you had no issues with it. Your legs started to quuake. How was he able to bring you to an orgasm so fast?. “Don’t stop!” Happy had no want to stop. He wanted to keep eating you out till you dripped all over the table. However the tightness in his pants had another idea. Screaming out your orgasm, Happy picked you up. You pointed to where your bedroom was. He seen the huge bed and dropped you on it, covering you immediately. He slid your nightgown up and seen your nipples where pierced. “Fuck…” he gently blew on your nipples. They got hard quickly. You shivered slightly looking at him. “I do not know what caused me to fall for you.. you are so… unorthodox.. so amazing..” you smiled down at him slightly. Happy stood up quickly, pulling off his kutte and t-shirt. You looked to see the tattoos that littered his body. They were beautiful against his skin. Each one you were sure told a story. He slid down his pants and boxers. “Condom?” you nodded that you did not have any. “On B.C” you breathlessly said. Happy spread your legs, pushing through your wet folds. He slid into you swiftly. “Fuck!” arching your back, you had never been so filled to the brim. Happy swirled his tongue around your nipples, taking turns. He waited for your cue. Nodding to him, he slid out, and slammed back in. “I can’t fuck you slow right now.. need to fuck you hard..” you agreed to him. Seeing him with that croweater, made you want him to make you sore. “Make me sore…” you whispered against his lips. Grabbing his hand, you slid it to your throat. “Fuck your perfect..” Happy put pressure on your neck. He noticed you clench against him when he did. You where impossibly tight.

After fucking you for hours, you both laid in the bed, covered in sweat and cum. Your body was so exhausted and euphoric. “I don’t think my neck has any of my skin color left..” chuckling Happy looked over at you. “Good.. it will stay that way till I find another way to mark you.” Happy grabbed you, holding you tightly.

Happy pulled away from the kiss. It was perfect just like very single other time he kissed you. He wanted to go further, scared of how you would react. Happy felt his phone go off. He wanted to ignore it. He knew he shouldn’t. “Happy..” you moaned against his lips. He looked down at you, rubbing your hair with his finger tips. “I love you.. y/n.” your phone buzzed loudly. Snapping you out of it you reached for it. It was Gemma. “Hey Gemma.. Ok… be there in a bit.” “There is a lock down…” Happy sighed looking at you. “Fate doesn’t want us together..” you pushed him off of you.

Arriving at TM, you walked in, still in your hospital clothes. Lyla quickly seen you, grabbing your hand. “Are you ok?! Kozik told me…” you nodded to her. “Yeah..” “Hey babygirl..” Jax came behind you, kissing your cheek. “Hey prince.. sorry not feeling the best.” He frowned, nodding slightly. He helped grab your luggage and let Kozy out of the Jeep before you did. “You can stay in my dorm with me if that is ok? We don’t have too many.” Agreeing with Jax, he opened the door. “Clean bedding and everything.” Kissing his cheek, he helped you get in to the bed and covered you. “Kozy..” Jax yelled. Soon the dog appeared, laying at the foot of the bed with you.

“Where is y/n?” Happy asked Kozik. “In Jaxs dorm… asleep.” Jax walked around the corner. “Where were you Happy?” “Busy, sorry pres..” He nodded to Happy. “Well, typical Nords shit. Cant take a chance with anyone.” Jax whispered to Happy and Kozik.

Once everyone was accounted for, Jax made an announcement and then called church. It was not long before gunshot where hurd. “Fuck! They have the place surrounded.” Juice whispered to Jax, seeing the camera. Hearing the gunshot you woke up out of a dead sleep. Creeping out of the dorm room with three of your rifes, you climbed to the roof.

“Kozik..  go get Y/N from Jaxs room.” Happy spoke putting bullets in his gun.

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Senpi!!! 😍😍😍😍 The jojis reacting to the sweet s/o getting mad when someone talks really bad about their Jojo and they deck them in the face. I loveth you!!!!!!!

Thank you my dear!! :) Much love to you! 

Jonathan

“What the hell did you just say about him?” you hiss, gripping the collar of the man who had just muttered something about Jonathan under his breath. The man looks bewildered, shocked by the force with which you held him in place. You reel back your arm, slamming your fist into his jaw full force. You release his collar, letting him drop to the ground before turning to your boyfriend who is staring at you with his mouth agape. “Darling, you didn’t need to do that,” he manages to sputter out, leaning around you to peek at the injured man nursing his jaw. “Yes I did, no one talks about you like that. Not around me Jojo,” you insist, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. His hand goes up to his cheek, a blush forming there as he gives you a soft smile. You’d do anything to protect your big, tough teddy bear.

Joseph

Joseph doesn’t even have time to restrain you from punching the guy at the bar after he delivered his snide comment. You shoot across his lap, delivering your punch swiftly and effectively, before leaning back to give Joseph a big grin - proud of yourself. “What the hell, babe?” he asks, not quite believing that you had been so pissed off for him that you actually punched someone square in the face. “Can’t let anything like that slide, not when it’s about my perfect boyfriend,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his nose that has a smug grin forming on his face. “Perfect huh?” he asks, causing you to roll your eyes. “Well, now that I know my babe is ready to fight for me I guess I can retire,” he continues, stretching leisurely before resting his arm around your shoulders to squeeze you close to him. You shake your head at him, leaning into his chest contentedly.

Jotaro

It takes Jotaro a second to catch onto why exactly you’re not still positioned at his side. When he looks back to find you, he finds you clutching a hurt fist with someone leaning against a nearby wall holding their face like you had punched them. He quickly made his way back over, scanning both of you with confusion. “Hey, what happened?” he asked, concern in his voice paired with a developing anger as he registered the situation - thinking you had been insulted in some way.  “He said something rude, so I hit him,” you laugh, slipping your hand back into his as he led you away. “You didn’t learn that from me did you?” he teases lightly, chuckling as you shrug your shoulders, giving him a sly smile. “Uh huh, well next time let me take care of it so you don’t have to hurt your hand,” he insists, inspecting your injury. You scoff, leaning against him as the two of you continue your walk.

Josuke

You hear an odd murmur somewhere far off, mentioning the nature of Josuke’s hair. You freeze for a second, peeking up at your boyfriend, who’s chatting jovially with his best friend, to see if he caught it. He doesn’t change demeanor - even letting out a laugh at something Okuyasu had said. You turn your head to look at a man who’s chuckling to himself, reduced to tears over whatever he had said about Josuke’s hair. You stand, striding over to him without hesitation. “What the fuck is your problem?” you ask, right before slamming your fist into his face.“Babe what the hell was that??!” Josuke cries out, scrambling out of his chair and running over to wear you’re poised over the victim of your punch. You figure there’s no reason to piss him off when he’s having such a good time. “Nothing, babe, let’s go,” you respond, wrapping your arm around his waist as you both make your way back to your table.

Giorno

“Okay, well that’s one way to handle it, I guess,” Giorno mutters, nudging the injured person you had just incapacitated for his cruel comments about your boyfriend. You know that Giorno can handle himself, but he shouldn’t have to deal with disrespect like that - he’s a good man and seeing him made a fool of got your blood boiling. “He deserves worse,” you practically spit, still glaring at him. Giorno runs his hand along your arm soothingly, trying to calm you down. “You did great, love. I’m just worried about your hand,” he says, taking it into his own as he inspects the damage. He lets out a hum of disapproval as he sees your wince. “Sorry, let’s get this patched up,” he insists, earning a smile from you. How could anyone be cruel to him?

Jolyne

“Woah holy shit, babe. I think ya killed ‘em,” Jolyne mutters from where she’s squatted nearby, inspecting the severity of the injury. “You sure? Better double check because if he’s still breathing then I’m not finished, Jo,” you say, only half teasingly. You were furious. The look of hurt on Jolyne’s face when she had heard the comment had sent you into a rage, desperate to avenge your girlfriend. She grins, slapping at the man’s face who is quite clearly unconscious. “He seems pretty damn beat,” she says, standing as she delivers a swift kick to his ribs. “That’s what ya get for being a piece of shit, fuckwad,” she hisses, taking your hand in hers as you both turn to walk away. You smile at her earning a grin in return. You knew you’d do anything to protect her happiness.

Johnny

The look on Johnny’s face is what gets to you. The men nearby have been pointing at him and chuckling amongst themselves for a few minutes, leaving you to watch Johnny’s frown deepen with every passing second. You stand in a breeze, making your way over to the group despite Johnny’s protests. “Hey, shitheads,” you call out, making a combo move to kick one in the shins, another in the balls, delivering a final punch to the one who had been making the snide comments for the other’s amusement. You turn on your heel to make your way back to Johnny who is trying to suppress a grin. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he mutters, taking your hand into his as you sit back down. “Oh yeah? Well you seem to enjoy it,” you tease, poking his cheek which brings that smile out. “It was kinda hot,” he admits, blushing slightly. You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek before shooting another glare at the group of men.

Gappy

Gappy whistles in admiration as he bends over to inspect the bruise forming on the face of the man who had just spat some insult in him at passing. He turns to give you a wide grin, “Damn babe,” he murmurs, chuckling lightly to himself. “I didn’t even have time to think before you had already knocked him the fuck out,” he mutters casually, standing to take your hand in his. He lifts it up to inspect the injury there - he knows it is no small matter to punch someone that hard. He frowns when you wince a little, lifting your hand up to place a kiss to your knuckles. “I hate it when people are mean to you, you’re so sweet,” you reply, pouting at him as he grins at your comment. “Well, next time give me a sec to process what’s goin’ on and you can save your hand,” he teases, winking at you playfully. You smile, shaking your head at him. He is too damn cute.

[finefigure]

What Am I Doing This For?

To be completely honest, I had a less-than-satisfactory practice today. It was crowded on the freestyle, so I decided to do small figures, only to realize that my back and left leg were just not having with the speedy twistiness of the small figures right then. I got off the ice ten minutes before the session was over (which I consider sacrilege) when my leg just up and quit working normally, choosing instead to behave as if it had been suddenly possessed by the soul of a sloth.

This is not an uncommon occurrence. Well, the sloth thing is, but me being in so much pain I can barely understand what my coach is saying or remember which figure I’m skating happens at least 25% of the time these days. It’s a disc thing. Not much to be done about it that I’m not already doing, aside from cortisone shots, which I can’t afford.

I sometimes wish I were one of those people who bears pain with silent dignity, but for better or worse, I am instead one of those people who talks about it. And I’m going to stand by my belief that that’s OK. Because pain is real, and it’s not glamorous, and it’s part of being an athlete---particularly an adult athlete.

And boy, did I have a lot of it today. So much so that I thought it would be good for me to write about what keeps me going, and who and what I am doing this for.

I’m doing it for myself.

I’ve said this before. I love skating, and I particularly love figures. There’s something very satisfying about the symmetry and the striving for perfection, and the crunch of the ice under patch blades, and and and... I love them; that’s all. And through figures, I get to meet people I never thought I’d meet, and do things I never dreamed I’d be able to do.

(An incomplete collection of skating paraphernalia that can be found within five feet of my front door on any given day. Top row: Paper on which Nancy got autographs for me at the 2016 Championships, including those of Trixi Schuba, Gary Visconti, Jan Calnan, and Juliana Sweeney-Baird; a graphic issued by WFS of my 2017 creative figure, framed by my mom. Middle row: Just a picture of me and Dorothy Hamill chilling together at the 2017 WFC like we do, also framed by my mom; a photo of Nancy from Deborah Hickey’s beautiful book; a card from Barbara Wagner; my faithful stretchy gloves; one of my former patch boots, signed by Nancy. Bottom row: Someone’s discarded laces--I have literally no idea which of my 18 past or present patch students they belong to; a blade that was once attached to my patch boots; my scribe; my other former patch boot, signed by Barbara Wagner. So, yeah, maybe I’m into this skating thing a little.)

I’m doing it for figure skating.

I believe that it’s vitally important to preserve figures. More than that, I believe that it’s vitally important for all skaters to do figures. I am a rabid figures evangelist, and if you get close enough to me, I will probably infect you if you don’t have the bug already. Right now, competing and coaching are the ways I am attempting to preserve figures: learning from the best and passing it down. 

I’m doing it for WFS.

I really, really believe in what World Figure Sport does, and not just the preservation of figures part. The judges want to judge the figures on their own merits; they don’t want to know who skated what. You are eligible to compete if you are human--and I’m guessing that if another species showed an interest in skating figures, WFS would let them in too. The main thing is really to enjoy figures and do your best. You should have heard all of the competitors in the dressing room coaching each other and asking each other questions at the 2017 WFC. Lisa wrote to me today and said that something I’d mentioned about my own training had helped her fix her rockers. Talking to my competitors has helped me fix things about my skating time and again as well; my patch neighbor, Julie, has great insights. Sarah Jo and I message each other for encouragement/good-natured complaints/advice every few days. Competitors help each other design their creative figures. I told my dad that, and he asked if maybe it was a bad idea to help someone I’m trying to beat. I said we’re not like that; we all want everyone to do as well as they possibly can, and we’re glad to help each other get there. We lift one another up. It makes my heart so happy.

I’m doing it for my students.

I want to share my love of figures with my students (particularly since I require them all to skate them). Also, they are all university students, and usually beginners, and they’re at an age where they’ve heard they’ll never accomplish anything in sports. But they can’t believe that if they see me doing this, can they? 

I’m doing it for my coach.

When I told Nancy that I want to be champion one day like she is now, she didn’t tell me I was too old to be that kind of athlete, or that I could stand to lose 30 pounds first, or that maybe my dream would have been possible if I’d been trained better as a kid, but since I hadn’t been, this wasn’t a realistic thing to hope for. She just listened to me and then said quietly, “We’ll work it out,” and got on with teaching me as hard as she could. Just try to keep yourself from wanting to work your feet off for someone like that. It can’t be done.

Also, to be honest, it’s pretty much impossible to give up due to the pain of a mere bulging disc and some moderate arthritis at age 42 after having just watched your coach skate to a world championship win on a broken pelvis and torn labrum at age 55. So there’s that.

I’m doing it for you.

If you enjoy watching me skate or looking at my figures, then I’m doing it for you. 

And more specifically, some of you who are reading this might have started skating (or skating figures) “late”--whatever that meant to the person who told you that.

When I started skating the first time around, at 16 years old, most people said I was too old to have any kind of “real” skating career. When I was 22, I got very sick and didn’t skate more than a couple of times between then and the age of 39. I started figures when I was 41. That’s very, very, very late, if you believe what most people say.

It’s not true. It wasn’t true for me, and it’s not true for you either. If you are out there on the ice, you are exactly the right age, no matter when you started. We can only be who we are now, and the great thing is that that’s enough.

I am scared to do this competition. But I’m going to do it anyway. And if it is at all possible, I’m going to keep doing it, every year, until I beat the paragraph loops and rockers and Swiss S into submission and win the whole thing.

If that happens, then someone will have won who never tested figures under the old system, who never competed in skating at all or even had a figures lesson until she was over the age of 40, who had been supposedly “too old” to start skating in the first place, and who was never a member of ISI or USFS.

Ralph Hodgson wrote, “Some things have to be believed to be seen.” That’s the stage I’m in right now. I just have to keep working through the pain and occasional bad practices and cling like a tick to my belief that this can be done.

But it is certainly easier to believe once you have seen. That’s why I want to show you.

If I can do it someday, maybe you’ll see that you can too.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Born Under a Bad Sign- Part 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,600

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You and Jo have checked tons of places that they might have gone to and the last place you looked was the docks so that is where you were walking now.

“So, I knew you had powers and all but you said they are evolving?” Jo asked.

“Yeah, usually I can sense the supernatural upon touch or just from being really close to it, depending on how strong the force is. I have no idea why it had to be this case, but now I’m getting visions when I make contact with the Supernatural. That’s how I knew to warn you. I didn’t think Meg would come after you until I saw what I saw.”

“What did you see?”

“Sam holding a knife to you, threatening you. I’m sorry I couldn’t have prevented that from happening.” You said with a sigh.

“No, you did more than you think. If it wasn’t for you, I might have been dead so thank you.” She said with a smile.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into all of this.”

“Y/N, you “dragged me into this” when you showed up at my mom’s bar. But we’re Hunters and we can handle it.”

“You’re doing okay on your own?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m doing amazing. I love hunting and I’m glad I don’t have my mother breathing down my neck 24/7.” She said with a chuckle.

“Good.”

“Try him again.” Jo said, using a flashlight to look around. You sighed and dialed Dean again but you got his voicemail once again.

This is Dean. Leave a message.

“Damn it, he’s not answering.” You said, worry laced in your tone.

“Hey, we will find him.” Jo said, walking further in the place.

“What was Sam said, true, Jo?” You asked after a moment of silence.

“What was true?”

“Do you have feelings for Dean?” You looked at her, walking beside her. She sighed and looked down, not wanting to talk about this now but it would come up sooner or later.

“Look, it’s not like I planned to act on it. I mean, have you seen him? I think he’s attractive as hell but I wouldn’t ever make a move on him. I wouldn’t do that to you, I hope you know it.” She said, looking at you.

“I know it, I just wanted to know. Thanks of telling me.” You said, trying Dean’s cell again. You sighed, letting it ring but you frowned when you heard his ringtone come from somewhere below you. You rushed to the railing and looked down and saw him, lying in the water.

“No!! Dean!!” You dropped everything you were holding and ran down the ramp as quick as you could. Please, whoever is listening, don’t let him be dead. You knelt next to him and pulled him in your lap, not caring if you got wet.

“Dean, please wake up.” You got tears, slapping the side of his face gently, yet firmly. Jo caught up with you and she watched as you tried to get him to wake up. Before you could completely lose your mind, Dean groaned, moving his head to the side and opening his eyes.

“Thank you,” You whispered into the air. You and Jo helped him sit up and you got in front of him.

“Where’s Sam?” He asked, clearly in pain. You looked over him and saw a bullet hole on his arm. You saw an entry but not an exit which meant the bullet was still inside him.

“We don't know. We’ve been looking for you. Come on, get up.” You said. You and Jo helped him up, doing it as best as you could. Dean groaned and leaned on both of you because he was in pain. You and Jo got him back to the bar in no time.

Immediately upon arrival, you got him to sit at the bar while Jo got out supplies she would need to take out the bullet in his arm. As soon as she got them, she got to work, digging into his skin as she tried to find the bullet. Dean was no stranger to this line of work but it always hurt when it had to be done.

He grunted out in pain loudly and you held his other hand as if it would take away his pain.

“Don't be a baby!” Jo said as she worked. Dean scoffed but didn’t say a word, looking into his eyes.

“Now, the next time I tell you something is wrong and that Sam is a demon, listen to me. I don’t know how many times you never listen to me.” You said, touching his cheek gently.

“Yeah, you got it.” Dean said, grunting out in pain.

“Almost. Alright, got it. Got it.” Jo said, dropping the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol.

“Go, you’re a butcher.” Dean aid, taking a few big gulps of whiskey.

“You’re welcome.” Jo said sarcastically, wiping her hands.

“Alright, are we done?” Dean asked, ready to hunt Sam again.

“Dean, seriously, let her patch you up. You can’t beat Sam if you’ve bled to death.” You said, scolding him. Jo chuckled and got out the gauze and did her thing, patching him up until he was good to go.

“So, do you have any idea where he's headed to next?” Jo asked, cleaning her hands from Dean’s blood.

“Well, so far, he’s been going after hunters and the nearest one that I know of lives in South Dakota.” Dean said, looking at you.

“Oh hell no, he isn’t touching him.” You pulled out your phone and walked to the side, hoping Sam hasn’t gotten to him.

“Hello?”

“Bobby is Sam with you?” You asked, holding your breath in suspense.

“No, he isn’t. Why? Is everything okay?”

“Look, Sam is possessed by the demon, Meg who we took out last year. Listen, Dean and I think he’s after you next so please, don’t piss her off more than she already is. Meg is clever and she will know if something is up so you have to promise me that you won’t get yourself killed.” You warned, looking over at Dean and Jo who were arguing.

“Hey, Meg isn’t my first demon I had to deal with. I know what to do. You sound like you’re worried about me.”

“I am and I always will be. Look, the fact is you’re my dad and instead of hating you until the day I die, I want to know you. I already lost my mom and John. I can’t lose another parent, I won’t. You’re the only one I have left.” You said quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ll take care of Sam. How far are you and Dean out?”

“About 10 hours. We’ll try to make it there as fast as we can but I know Sam will be there faster than we are.” You said.

“Got it, I’ll see you when I see you.” Bobby hung up and you sighed, walking back over to Dean.

“Dean, we have to go. Bobby knows we’re coming.” You said.

“Jo, please, stay out of this. This is our fight, not yours and I would hate to tell your mother that I was the one who got you killed.” Dean said.

“Fine but take these, it’ll help with the pain. “She said, handing him some pain medicine.

“Thanks, we’ll call you later.” Dean said, looking at you and walking to the door.

“I’ll call you later and let you know that everything is fine. But Dean is right. This is my fight, not yours. If there is a way to protect your life, I will do it.” You said, giving her a hug. You pulled away and jogged to Dean, getting ready to go get Sam back.

You got to Bobby’s house in record time without having the Impala which Sam stole. You sighed and rushed inside Bobby’s house, seeing Sam in a devil’s trap, tied up but he was knocked out. You sighed in relief when you saw Bobby unharmed.

Truth be told, you loved Bobby more than you cared to admit.

“Thank God you’re alright.” You said, walking over to him and giving him a tight hug.

“Like I said, I’m not going anywhere.” Bobby said, hugging you back.

“So, what are we going to do with him?” You said once you pulled apart.

“Let’s wake him up, shall we?” Dean said, walking over to Sam and slapped him in the face. “Hey.” Sam opened his eyes and looked up to see a devil’s trap painted on the ceiling.

“Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach.” Sam said with a smirk, not bothering hiding it from everyone that it wasn’t him.

“Yeah, well think again. I so wish there was a weapon to kill demons because you would so be dead by now.” You growled out.

“Promises, promises.” Sam said with a smirk, looking at you.

“How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?” Dean said, bringing the attention back to him.

“Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging.”

“Oh, don’t worry, this isn’t going to hurt Sam at all,” Dean said, picking up a bucket. “But I can’t say the same thing about you, Meg.” Dean tossed the contents in the bucket, onto Sam, drenching him. Immediately upon impact, Sam's skin started to sizzle as the holy water burned his skin, hurting only the demon.

Meg cried out as it burned her painfully.

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[inspiredstory]

Chapter 7

From birth, the new generation has been forced to follow the new regime. There were only two basic laws to follow; do not disobey the regime and, you are to live with & only love the person that matches your serial number. But for Jungkook & (Y/N) that was never an option.They never agreed with the new regime and now there’s a reason for both of them to fight back.

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Pairings: Jikook // (Y/N) x Surprise member 

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8(coming soon)

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                Seung Jo placed Jungkook in front of a black computer monitor and spoke, “You have 60 seconds to figure out how to get the computer monitor up and running.” “Wait what?” “GO!” Jungkook’s hand start sweating as he began looking around the computer monitor trying to see if there were any loose cords, “Seung-Jo, I-I don’t know anything about this.” “You’re wasting time.” “N-no I’m serious, I really-” “Time’s up.” Seung Jo hit Jungkook in the back of his head and reached over towards the computer monitor, plugging it into an outlet where it proceeded to turn on. “I never said the monitor was broken. When in war you must always observe your surroundings. Follow me.” He unplugged the monitor and walked towards the other end of them the room where a working computer sat, “This computer has a virus, you have 2 minutes before it reaches the core and erases all our files. Fix it.” Jimin breezed through his tasks very easily, he was asked to explain components on medical labels and what they did to the body; if they helped and if so how much help they gave. His final task was being put to practice. “We have two men coming back from a heist and one of them has a deep cut that YOU will treat.” “HUH?!” Suddenly a groaning man came limping in with his colleague helping him, “he got caught in one of those meat cutter things. I did as much as I could but he’s losing a lot of blood.” Jimin nodded, knowing that he had to keep calm. His cousin was studying nursing and while he didn’t get to visit him that much, the few times he did he would always learn something new. His cousin would always remind him how doctors and nurses had to always keep calm because if they didn’t then their patient might get worse. He forced his hands to steady themselves, “I need some type of cloth or rope, anything to cut off his circulation or he’ll keep bleeding to death.” Quickly Myung-Soo found a long piece of rope and handed it to Jimin where he proceeded to tie a makeshift tourniquet around the cut up area. “We’re gonna need some type of alcohol, gloves, and someone to do the stitching. Oh… and towels. And maybe some vodka.” “For numbing?” “Yeah sure, for that too.” Once the material was presented to Jimin he took a drink from the bottle of rum and handed some of it to the injured man, “Drink, you’ll need all the courage juice you can get.” The injured man nodded and took a big gulp of the beverage. Jimin dumped some of the contents of the bottle onto the man’s wounds and cleaned it up with pieces of ripped up cloth. A small young man stepped in to help with the stitching and 10-15 minutes later they were all done. Jimin stood up and walked to the far end of the room. He stood there for a while trying to understand what he had just done, shaking his head in disbelief. A soft hand on his shoulder made him jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to tell you that you did great. Yun-Do really appreciates it.”

                “A nerf-gun, you’re serious?” “We don’t know how you handle a weapon and we can’t spare ammo for amateur shooters.” Taehyung took the other toy gun and stood at the far end of the room, “Try to shoot me.” (Y/N) held her gun in position, aiming directly at Taehyung’s head; before she could shoot she felt two small objects hit her shins. Looking down she saw two small nerf darts sticking onto her body. “What the hell?!” “In combat, you won’t have time to position yourself; you either shoot or get shot.” He made his way back to her to retrieve the small darts and headed back to his spot. (Y/N) grew frustrated and nodded. She waited for Taehyung to make a movement with his gun and as soon as he did, she sprinted towards the other side of the room, not having shot a single dart at him. She went behind a black trash bin where she would obviously be found but, she wasn’t hiding. She was waiting. Her ears picked up on empty clicks; he was out of ammo. Quickly she ran from her spot and shot three times. One of the darts missed but the other two landed on his body; one on his arm and the other on his chest. (Y/N) didn’t notice how heavily she was breathing but instead on her tactics. She smiled and went to grab her darts but she was stopped. “Not too bad-” Taehyung said as he walked up to her and dropped the darts at her feet, walking away to pick up his own. “-In battle it won’t be as easy. Let’s go.”

                The three continued in their respective training fields for about an hour or so before each member brought them back to Jackson. “Reports?” “Jungkook did awful. He’s not fit in the technological area. The only thing he managed to pick up on was being aware of his surroundings, aside from that he’s not useful in my area.” “Jimin did great; he knows how to identify medicine and their usage. He also patched up someone that came in from their heist.” “Someone got injured? How bad was it?” Jackson asked with concern coating his words. “Not too bad. Like I said Jimin patched him up and I checked on him later on to make sure he was good. He’s fine.” “And how about our female runaway? Taehyung, report?” “She did fine.” Jackson nodded, understanding his friend’s way of expressing himself. “Well now you’ll all switch. Jimin in tech, (Y/N) in medical and Jungkook in guns. Go.” They spent the next 3 hours training and switching amongst the three teams. The final part of training had arrived and they met up once again with Jackson, only this time they met up in the pit which to their surprise was empty. “Where is everyone?” “Don’t worry about them. You’ll know where they are once you get assigned. This is the final part of training and assessment. We need to know how strong you are and if you can handle hand-to-hand combat. The three of you will face three fighters. First someone of your size, second someone slightly bigger and thirdly, me.” Hoseok walked down the steps with a new face following behind him. They both stood next to Jackson as he said, “I’ll let you guys choose who goes first.” “I’ll do it.” (Y/N) responded without hesitation. Jungkook grabbed her arm, “wait, you can’t g-” “Let go.” She shook his grip off of her arm harshly and stepped towards the middle of the room where a poorly drawn circle was placed to separate the “fighting area” from the regular. She took a small hair tie from her wrist and put her hair up in a tight ponytail. The new face joined her in the “fighting area”, him having almost her same height and weight. He lunged towards her, his arms extending to grab her waist. She quickly stepped back and spun around maneuvering her way to his side of the circle where she proceeded to elbow him in his side. He quickly recovered from her blow and grabbed her hand, pulling her past his back and onto the ground. However she didn’t plan on giving up so quickly. As he went to punch her in the face she used her legs to catch his face in between them, she grabbed his arm and forced him into headlock with his face in between her thighs and his arm in her hands, stuck in a position where she could break it. Truthfully she didn’t know she was good at dodging moves, in her mind it was all pure luck and anger. “Alright you can let him go.” Jackson said. “Nice moves princess. I’m Hoon-Yi and by the way… I wouldn’t mind you teaching me how to do that headlock.” (Y/N) smiled and nodded, bumping fists with the still Hoon-Yi while stepping out of the ring. The three made it past the first round with ease, having slight struggle but managing to pin down opponents within the first 5 minutes. The second round was where things got harder. Jimin & Jungkook managed to win in 10 minutes but they were both left breathless, with bruises on their faces and bodies. (Y/N) struggled the most and also took the longest (13 minutes) to take down Hoseok. Everyone caught on to her tactics; she never fought, only dodged and disarmed but yet she managed to beat her opponent with little to no wounds on her body or face. The atmosphere between the three friends was tense as now it was evident that Jungkook & (Y/N) were not on the same page anymore. She had ignored his offer to help her and was refusing to look in his direction. He was hurt and confused but he had to keep training. Jackson stepped into the ring and just as Jungkook was about to join him, he held his hand up. “I’m choosing now. I want her to come in first.” (Y/N) looked up and nodded, brushing past the two boys as she stepped into the ring. “I want to tell you something before we begin. If you fight with anger, you’ll never win. It clouds judgement.” “Thanks Buda. I’ll keep it in mind.” The two began their fight and as expected she was doing a great job at dodging his moves, while fighting Jackson yelled out, “Stop dodging and take me down! Hit me!” (Y/N) ignored his words and continued to dodge his moves. She kept going until she felt a strong object come in contact with her face; her hand moved up to her face as her body collided with the harsh ground. “Get up and keep going. You like dodging so much? Let’s see how well you do it while you’re in pain. You can’t keep avoiding a hit. You’ll have to hit me eventually. Don’t wanna do it now? That’s fine; we’ll see how much pain you can endure before fighting back.” (Y/N) stood up, rage filling her body. She lunged herself at Jackson completely forgetting what he had told her initially; if you fight with anger, you’ll never win. He was beating her senselessly, throwing her onto the ground, kicking her and knocking the air out of her. It wasn’t until she spat out blood that he decided she had enough. “No.” “What?” “I said no, I’m not done. One more fight, just one.” “Sweetheart, you haven’t gotten in a single punch and you want to keep going? Learn your boundaries.” “Jackson, just one more fight. Then I’m done.” “Fine. One more.” This time (Y/N) pushed her anger aside and memorized the tactics Jackson had used, of course it was difficult since he changed it up quite frequently but she managed to figure out a pattern. Finding a free spot was hard, especially with him knocking the air out of her with his fist colliding on her stomach but she found it. Her fist quickly came into contact with his cheek and they both fell backwards. Jackson caught himself and managed to stay upright but (Y/N) yet again collided onto the floor. She laughed slightly and sat up weakly. Jackson smirked and nodded at her, letting her know that she had done a good job. “Jungkook, come on. You’re next.” The two men went at it for a while, both delivering good hits but managing to stay up. However, Jungkook was no match for Jackson; he had far more training, is body was far more muscular and, he was much wiser. Jimin lost sooner than Jungkook & (Y/N), he could definitely hold his own in a fight but after a certain amount of hits his body would give up on him. Jackson helped him up as he shared some words with him, “You need to get stronger. You’re good but you can become better. Learn how to handle hits, Jimin.” His head turned towards Jungkook with a smile appearing on his face, “You… you’re great. A couple of months in training and I’m sure we’ll be on the same level. We need to focus on your technique.” He proceeded to walk over to (Y/N) who was sitting on a crate with her hands holding her face, he place his hand on her shoulder and spoke up, “You’re also good… very persistent but, you’re driven by too much anger and fear. Sometimes you need to make the first blow.” he turned his attention towards the center of the room, “I’m sure you’re all tired so why don’t you guys all take a nap and I’ll get you in an hour or so. We can talk about where you’ll be assigned to once you’re all in a better state of mind.” Everyone nodded, Hoon-Yi followed behind Jackson as he headed back up the stairs. Jimin & Jungkook were drawn immediately back to each other, both inspecting their wounds and talking about how difficult things were becoming. They were about to leave when a sudden ‘T H U D!’ drew their attention. In an attempt to get up by herself, (Y/N) had fallen over… her body completely exhausted from all the battles. Jungkook gasped and went to help her but something stopped him. His eyes found (Y/N)’s weak hand reaching towards Hoseok instead of him, quietly asking him, “Please… will you carry me to my room? My legs burn.” Jungkook felt a sudden pang of guilt and hurt filling his body, why was his best friend asking for someone else to help her when he was clearly available to help? His gaze followed Hoseok carrying (Y/N) in his arms up the stairs and out of the pit. Jimin wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s torso from the back and asked him, “Why are you feeling guilty?” “I just feel like I should’ve helped her.” “Hm… maybe you should have, but remember we’re all making new friends down here. Maybe now you two don’t depend so much on each other-” Jimin felt Jungkook’s reach, anger. “-I’m sorry, I’m not saying it to upset you baby. I just think that now you two have a chance to make your own lives and not depend on each other so much.” “You know, I’m really tired. Let’s just go to sleep.” Jimin nodded, only being able to understand some of his boyfriend’s emotions.

                Two hours later, after the three friends (or, ex friends) were woken up by Jackson standing in their room with two familiar faces; Kim Taehyung and Myung-Soo. “Wakey wakey newbies, it’s time for you to get to work.” Jimin was the first to let out a groan followed by the other two roommates. “Good to see you’re all still alive. Right, well… after debating with the captains we came to a conclusion for each of you. Park Jimin, you will be a part of the Medical team. Myung-Soo will brief you on everything you need to know afterward.” She gave him a warm smile. “Jeon Jungkook, you will be in our army force. You’re great at combat and need a little training with weapons. Kim Taehyung will also brief you afterward.” “Army? Are we preparing for a war?” Jungkook asked with some fear and hesitation in his voice. “Not exactly but, we like to be prepared for worst case scenarios. Which leads me to you; the princess of the room, (Y/N). You will be joining a different team. You will join The Heist team. Now, just because you have all been given a specific team to work with does not mean that you won’t train in everything else. You will take turns in the kitchen preparing food for everyone here, you will help clean our hideout, you will keep watch for guards at night, the list goes on. Today you’ve all been pushed past your limits so let’s get you your first meal of the day.” Jungkook looked at his watch and realized that it was only 2 in the afternoon.  Everyone went down to the pit to get their food. Once they received their trays, Jungkook sat with Jimin who sat next to Jackson. Myung-Soo headed towards her group of friends and Taehyung sat on the cold hard ground by himself. (Y/N) looked at her former best friend and his boyfriend, wanting to sit with them but deciding against it in the end. “Where you going, princess?” “If I’m going to stay down here then I might as well make some new friends.” (Y/N) smiled weakly and walked towards an empty spot near a group of girls. “Hey, can I sit with you guys?” “Of course! You’re the new recruit right?” “Well duh! She’s obviously new, I love your hair; it’s so clean!” “Oh, way to freak her out Rosé. You don’t just randomly compliment clean hair!” “I’m trying to be nice!” (Y/N) laughed and sat with the girls. “Why don’t you guys start with telling me your names before we get into weird compliments?” “Told you it was weird, I’m Hani. I’m usually around the tech area since that’s my expertise.” “I’m Rosé as Hani mentioned before. I’m around the stock and rationing area.” “I’m Téa; usually around the weapons area.” “Nice to meet you all, I’m (Y/N). I’ve been assigned as a part of The Heist.” The girls let out playfully ominous Ouuuu’s. “That’s a pretty big deal; you’ll get to see the light of day! We don’t ever see sun or moonlight down here.” Rosé commented. “Don’t scare the poor girl. Heisting is very exhilarating but also dangerous. If you were placed there, you must be good. Sometimes I go when others can’t but… it’s not too often.” Added Hani. (Y/N) looked down at her tray and picked at her food. “No offense but… what is this?” she asked. “Ah, right. It’s your first day. Well, today we have-” Téa inspected her tray, “Hmm… looks like black beans and veggies.” “Does it always look so-” “Disgusting? Yeah but try it, it’s not as bad as it looks. I’m sure the team will take you out soon as we’re running out of food.” Back at Jackson’s table, the boys began talking amongst themselves, Jimin being the first to ask questions. “So Jackson, how long has this place been operating?” “Hmm, about 3- no,4 years… I’m not sure but around 3 or 4 years… but I didn’t come around until half a year later so I’ve been here for about 3 or 4 years and a half.” “So you didn’t start this?” Jungkook looked down at his feet remembering the heartbreaking story Eun-Ha told him. “No, my best friend did. His name was Namjoon.” “Where is he?” “I don’t talk about him. Just like Eun-Ha doesn’t talk about him. He’s a lost cause now.” Jungkook laughed dryly before speaking up, “He’s your best friend but you think he’s a lost cause?” “Listen kid, you haven’t been around as long as we have. You haven’t seen the things we’ve seen. You don’t know Namjoon and-” Jackson stopped himself and took in a deep breath to control himself, “-I miss him every day of my life but I’d rather not talk about it ok?” Jungkook nodded and apologized for being so rude. Jimin took his boyfriend’s hand to calm him down and continued asking, “How many people here are soulmates?” “Lots… there’s more soulmates than not soulmates. Hobi, Eun-Ha and Taehyung are the ones that you know of that aren’t soulmates.” Jungkook whispered, “And (Y/N).” ‘Hey, quit it’. “She’s not a soulmate? How cute.” ‘I didn’t say anything out of place, Jimin.’ ‘You’re trying to throw jabs at her while she’s not here. I’m not letting you do that babe.’ ‘Alright… sorry.’ Jackson stared at the two boys who were smiling down at their food, “Wow… never seen two people so interested in food.” Jackson chuckled. “Oh… no we were just-” “Thinking?” “Yeah... hey uhm, where’s your soulmate?” The boys noticed how Jackson tensed up, quickly finishing his meal. He excused himself from the two men and left the room without answering their question. A young looking man sat in Jackson’s place soon after he left, “What did you two idiots say to him? You asked about his soulmate didn’t you?” The two men were slightly shocked but nodded to confirm that man’s assumption. “Idiots-” he laughed slightly, “I’m Mark. Let me just help you out so you don’t make any mistakes like that again. You never bring up Jackson’s soulmate, EVER. He has never talked about who she or he is. No one knows why. You never bring up Namjoon to Eun-Ha, she goes into a full meltdown and it’s not pretty. You don’t interfere with any relationships… meaning that if you crush on someone which… I feel like I won’t have to worry about with you two but either way. If you crush on someone and they’re taken you have to leave it that way. For the sake of the hideout, we can’t afford petty issues. Oh! And, you don’t ever bother him-” his gaze lead them in the direction of Taehyung, still sitting on the ground with no one around him. “-he doesn’t like any of us but he’s done a hell of a job at protecting everyone.” “He doesn’t like anyone here?” Jimin asked. “It’s pretty complicated, even I don’t understand since everyone bases off of rumors. Apparently, he doesn’t trust newcomers because of an incident that happened a while ago.” “Oh...” the two boys responded in unison. “That’s pretty much it, you’ll have to get to know everyone to figure out what things they like and don’t like. Are either of you two in the stock team?” “No, I’m army.” “And I’m medical.” “Ah damn, I thought it’d be fun having you two around. Well if you need any tech help, I’m here.” “Likewise Mark.” Jimin responded with a bright smile on his face. “I should get going; I wanna take a nap. See you around guys.” Mark shook hands with the guys and left the pit.

                Later that night Eun-Ha paced back and forth in her small room, mumbling to herself over and over again, “This isn’t possible... This can’t be…. No way… I can’t believe this.” She’d gone over the calculations a thousand times and each time the result would be the same, an affirmation of what she didn’t want to believe. Hoseok walked into the room and smiled at his girlfriend. “Hey baby, what’re you doing in here? I thought you might’ve been with the crew?” “Not this time, I asked for a couple hours so I could speak with you. Can we talk?” Hoseok looked worriedly at his girlfriend, taking her small hands in his big ones, “is everything ok? Are you hurt?” “I… I don’t know. Just sit down and listen to me-” she paused and took a deep breath, “-throughout all of my family… the women have never been the type to skip a period. We’re religiously on time for that. I say we because I’m included in there. I’ve never skipped a period, ever. However this month… I did.” She stopped speaking for a brief moment, collecting her thoughts and gathering courage. “When the bags that Jungkook and the other two brought… a pregnancy test was hidden in there. They must’ve brought it in thinking it was some type of medicine but, that’s aside from the point. Anyway, I took advantage of that test and I used it.” Her hands reached underneath the pillow that she shared with her boyfriend and pulled a test out from it. She handed the test over to her boyfriend. “Wh-what does this mean?” He asked as he looked at the pink symbol on the test.

“I’m pregnant.”

[thong-in-the-twist]

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Summary: there is no more horrifing force on Earth than humiliated and furious woman, Joseon dynasty!au, optional bias

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It’s warm and comfortable. Peaceful.

And awkward.

It takes you longer than you’d care to admit, to try to somehow reciprocate his hug. It’s an action well though-out, pros and cons weighted carefully, so you can choose best way to behave.

And here the best you can do is to try to imitate his actions.

So you slowly, maddeningly slowly, raise your hands, allowing yourself to fist your fingers on the back of his exquisite hanbok. You know the texture, you’ve touched it so many times, and the edge of the golden (you can see it in your mind) round embroidery is as familiar.

He reacts tightening his embrace, and your eyes start to blink wildly, the only sign of distress you can allow yourself. You are not accustomed.

Finally he back away, looking at your face, his eyes following the lines and the shadows, and you still your eyelids, looking back at him. He is handsome, no point in denying that, even if in this slightly boyish fashion, certain asymmetry of his face being his hidden asset.

He raises one of his hands to put it delicately on your face, rough fingers alien on your skin, and he brushes his thumb across your cheekbone. You look down, escaping his gaze, not being able to stand his loving gaze anymore.

You feel dirty using his feelings.

And maybe he feels that. Maybe he does, because his other hand drops from your back, and a lighting of panic surges through your veins, a terrible fear of being exposed invades your mind, but then Prince grabs your hand, left one, the injured one, and he brings it up, taking the glove off, until he can see the mark.

You whimper, closing your fist – relived that you were not yet exposed, and uncomfortable that he is reading the whore off your skin.

He forces your fist open. He is not rough, he is not using force, but he is relentless and demanding and soon, the white scar is clearly visible, even if upside down.

His black hanbok shimmers, when be bows down, lifting your hand up. They meet in the middle: your scar and his soft lips.

“Your Highness…” You whisper, the sound choked, since you don’t even know how to react, warmth creeping up your spine and cheeks. He moves your hand north, and he rest his forehead against it, your middle finger on the bridge of his nose.

He sighs. Long and weary.

“Jeonje.” He answers your call, with changed voice, uneven and wavering.”Jeonje, I am sorry. I am so sorry, that I couldn’t protect you, that I wasn’t there to stop…”

His voice breaks at the end of the phrase, and he sighs, back shaking.

You know that he is upset, and he means his words, but it’s hard to listen to them, when you know the culprit, and you know that it’s indirectly his fault as well. And you’ve never been the one to lament things that cannot be changed. No use, right?

It’s better to focus on the future.

“Your Highness, I am sorry that I made you worry about me.” You say, as you were thought to do. You shouldn’t make anybody worry about you, and if you do, you should apologize.

The words, even if not exactly truthful, do the trick, Prince straightens, and composes himself.

He wasn’t crying, and you are thankful for this small blessing.

“I relish every second I spend worrying about you.” He answers with all sincerity he can gather, which is not a lot, for a person that is bond by conventionalities. Which is still way more than you can do.

There is no such thing like sincerity in the internal court.

“Sit.” He says, and in contradiction to his words don’t allow you to sit, where you’ve been standing this whole time. He leads you to his desk, and behind it, and he forces you to sit next to him, on his mattress.

A place where even Crown Princess couldn’t sit. Especially not next to him.

“Your Highness.” You try to protest, weakly, but he silences you, and just rests on of his hands on your side, and  keeps you close, as the other one brings book he was reading back to him.

“Will you keep me company?” He asks, turning his head to look at you, face unguarded, and you smile at him, you hope – fondly, and nod.

He starts to read, which turns out to be really boring for you. You get to sit, in his seat, in his chamber, surrounded by luxury, and being hold against his side with a protective hand above your hip, and nothing happens.

Nothing that could help you along the way.

You try to tell yourself that you need to be patient, and wait for your chance, but you find it hard to achieve. Patience seems to be escaping you.

“Your Highness!” It’s eunuchs voice, ringing loudly, and it startles both of you.” Crown Princess has arrived.”

Your heart skips a beat, in utter terror that engulfs you in a mere second. You jerk in Prince’s hold, flight instinct turning on, but Prince doesn’t budge.

“I am not to be disturbed!” He answers loud enough to be heard through the doors. Everybody knows, you and Prince in the room, and people outside it (Crown Princess included) that even though he was speaking to his eunuch, words where directed and Princess.

“Your Majesty, Prince, it’s me, Crown Princess! I’ve came to see you.” You jerk again hearing her voice, and you look pleadingly at Prince.

You don’t want to be depended on him, but until you gather enough strength to be able to stand on your own, Prince must be your pillar, your sword and your shield.

“I am not to be disturbed!” Prince repeats with a hint of irritation in his voice.

You hope that Princess wouldn’t be brave enough to dare to ignore her husband’s words.

“Prince, you would use a breath of a fresh air and a walk to calm your mind and refresh the body. You can’t spend your whole time in your chambers.”

“Your concern has been noted, my wife, but I don’t have time now to humor you.”

It’s cold. Knowing that their relationship is not good is one thing, but hearing it in person, how cold and indifferent Prince is, is another story. You needed to stop yourself from flinching at his words. The phrasing he used, the vocabulary, the tone, it was all aimed to hurt and ridicule.

Somehow, even the my wife sounded like an insult.

Which made you wonder.

What did Princess do to deserve this treatment?

Answer doesn’t come.

You turn your head to look at him, and Prince is already back to reading, his jaw set, and eyes unmoving – so he is only pretending to read.

As you thought, his own words and his own hateful feelings disturb him.

So once again you become brave, determined to help him to calm his heart.

You shift slightly, one of your legs, coming to rest on top of his thigh, your cyan skirt contracting with his black robes, and you reach out, your healthy hand finding his jaw, and you turn his head to you.

It’s daring, and dangerous, but it’s nothing compared to what you are planning to do. He looks at you with his eyes wide, and unreadable expression, but you ignore it, just like you ignore the trepidation of your heart, and you move forward to plant a swift kiss on his forehead.

It’s a barest touch of your lips, just a motion, an imitation of a kisses you received from your mother when you were young. It always calmed you, and made you feel loved and safe.

You’ve overstepped your boundaries, but with so many already passed, one more is nothing. You guess you should get accustomed to that, because you are bond to overstep many in your future.

Even the closest one, as Prince proves, his hands finding your jaw, and he answers your chaste, loving kiss, with a kiss of his own – the claiming, demanding one.

His upper lip fits perfectly between yours, and you whimper, when his mouth closes on your lower lip. You don’t know how to react, so you just shut your eyes, and you allow your hands to fist on Prince’s black clothes. His thumbs are caressing your skin, when he backs away a little to kiss you again. He teases your lips with his own, and with his teeth, and you are getting flustered, not knowing what to do, how to react, how to answer.

So when you try to mimic him, for the first time, your teeth shyly grazing his lower lip, he groans, and you feel a touch of wet on your lips.

Is it his tongue?

Your non-existing experience is obscuring your way, you have no idea how to proceed, but when persistent muscle dips between your lips, you have only one thing you can do.

You slide your mouth open.

And that is the moment when magic starts. In mere seconds you feel overwhelmed, in dire need of oxygen, hot, and like you’ve discovered way to eternal happiness.

When you start to see colorful patches behind your eyelids from the lack of air, he moves away, and you take a gulp after gulp of air, face flushed, and feeling completely out of your depth, but eager to discover what the deep water is hiding.

You open your eyes, curious, to look at his face, and you can see the tint on his cheekbones, and nostrils flaring with every hard-earned breath, and eyes staring intently into your face, as he brushes loose curls out of your forehead.

You speak up first.

“Your Highness. I am sorry, but I believe that Jo Palace Lady and other maids will notice that I am gone for so long.” You say, kicking yourself mentally as you do so. Somehow, you don’t want to go.

“Nonsense.” He snorts, and you wish you had his confidence. But you were born a woman, so you must fight to earn it.” Eunuch Hong will take care of it.”

“I will, Your Highness.” Eunuch’s voice startles you, and the realization that he can hear everything that is happening in Prince’s chambers makes you uncomfortable. Which is stupid, because you knew that from the first day in the palace. Paper and wood is not the best insulator. “I will send to kitchen for night snacks as well.”

“Do so.” Orders Prince, absentmindedly closing his book. Answering yes, Your Highness comes, and you can hear steps fading away.

Night snacks.

It sounds ominous, it sounds scary.

But in the end, it’s the thing you need to do, it’s a thing you decided to take upon yourself.

And you are not going to waste your chance.