#Super P Force Side Effects

[gor3-hound]

'TIL DEATH DO US PART // NAOYA ZENIN

ft. fox!naoya zenin x bunny!f!reader

a/n: guys i cannot for the life of me think of good fic titles... hicc... another commission for the no.1 naoya stan @nexysworld !!

cw: 18+ content, dead dove do not eat, non-con, abuse references, hot water burns, biting, claws, forced breeding, creampie, p in v, riding... not super hybrid focused, but knotting and stuff !! forced marriage/coercive marriage

word count: 1.6k words

Being the favoured whore of Naoya Zen'in is considered an honourable position to have. You would be blind to miss the envious gazes of the other servants within the clan walls as you make your way through the halls once more, towards his room.

You're sure their jealousy would dissipate if they knew how he truly was. He did not mask his attitude, his distaste for women as a whole – for prey women, no less. The extent of it was not something even you had anticipated. You had theoretically climbed the ranks to an easier job. After all, you'd gotten your own chambers. Three square meals most days. It was no wonder the other women wished they were in your position.

You'd gladly take your old station if it meant you didn't have to be a bed warmer for the Zen'in heir. He was cruel, not only in his words, but his actions. He would use you to his own satisfaction, tossing you aside without a second thought once he was done. Your body ached more each time he called on you, new scars and marks marring your once perfect skin.

You were sick of it.

Your hands shake as you stand in front of the door leading to his room, tea sloshing precariously in the mug you held in one hand. You swallow thickly, taking in a deep breath through your nose to steel your nerves. You know what your punishment will be if you get caught, but you know Naoya's pride exceeds anything else. If you succeeded, he wouldn't dare breathe a word of what happened. You would become his wife – he would have to wed you. You'd gain enough power to calm his cruelty, to reign him in even slightly. You'd take anything over the treatment you were receiving now.

You raise your free hand to knock on his door, tail twitching anxiously behind you. A lump forms in your throat as you hear footsteps approaching the door, one that you have to swallow multiple times to dislodge. You force a smile onto your face as he opens the door, floppy ears perking up as your eyes settle on him.

“The servants prepared your tea, master. I brought it with me to save them the trip.” You say as steadily as you can, attempting to mask the shaking of your voice. You only hoped the sizzling had died down, that the herbs you'd added to the liquid would not be too noticeable.

His lip curls as he gazes at you, showing a flash of a sharp canine tooth. His tail flickers with irritation which you choose to ignore. It would all be okay, as long as he wasn't suspicious of your actions.

“I don't recall asking you to speak, woman.” He huffs, taking the mug from your hand as he steps aside, walking into the room. He pauses as he nears the bed, glancing back over his shoulder. “Well? Come in, and strip. I don’t wish to waste any more time tonight. You're late.”

You nod once, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you. You step into the centre of the room, stopping in front of Naoya as he sits on the bed, taking a sip of the tea. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, almost painfully as you wait to see if he notices a difference in the flavour. He says nothing.

Slowly, you shed the clothes from your body, unable to conceal the trembling of your hands as you do so. Naoya notices, of course, but his expression twists into one of amusement as he sips at the tea once more. He hasn't caught you out, not yet. The effects of the herbs would begin to show soon, you hoped. Before he realised what you had done.

“Do I scare you, girl?” He says, head tilting to the side as his gaze flicks across your body, taking in the array of bite marks and scars left by his hand. A sharp grin spreads across his features as he takes you in, pride shining on his face in a way that makes you feel sick. You shake your head, and a hand comes out to force you to your knees.

“A bunny at the mercy of a fox, putting on a brave face?” He says with a chuckle, condescension lacing his voice. “You should be scared.”

The burn settles into your skin before you see the movement of his hand, the now emptied cup being dropped at your feet as the hot water seeps into your skin, making you cry out in pain. Your arm shakes and trembles, but you do your best to silence any other cries. His hand grasps your injured arm, squeezing just so he can hear you whimper once more.

“Almost as pretty as the sounds you make under me.” He hums as he yanks you up onto the bed. His claws dig harshly into the soft flesh of your arm, droplets of blood rising to the surface of your skin before trailing downwards.

He works on his own clothes as he nips at the skin of your neck, biting down harshly at the juncture of your throat when he's finally able to shimmy out of his underwear. He growls softly, pulling back to lick over his teeth with his tongue. His gaze is hazy, almost distant as he looks down at you.

“Tastes… so good, bunny.” He huffs, but the words sound strained – forced. The grin falls slowly from his face. Naoya blinks multiple times, eyelids heavy and almost sticky, like he's struggling to open them fully.

“Fuck… my head.” He grunts, raising a hand to hold it against his forehead, eyes squeezing shut. He sways on his knees, unstable. “Fetch… a servant. Call for a servant, girl.”

As soon as you hear the slurred manner of his words, you know you've succeeded. You'd planted enough of the herbs for them to be effective despite the small amount he'd drunk, relief rushing to you when you realise your plan was working.

It's easy to push him onto his back, straddling his hips. Almost too easy. You gaze down at him in suspicion, but he barely moves. Not even a twitch of annoyance crosses his face as his body goes slack against the sheets. His eyes are practically glazed over as he looks at you. It's almost unnerving – like he's looking right through you.

“Y-you…” The word comes out thick, his tongue too heavy in his mouth to properly form the words he wishes to say. He feels like he's choking on them. “Whore.”

“I'll be your wife, soon enough.” You reply sharply, lowering yourself steadily onto his half-hard cock. It's the only part of him that appears to be working fully, twitching to life inside of you until the tip kisses your cervix. You lift yourself up, hands steadying your movements as they press against his chest. You pulse around him, and his hips buck almost imperceptibly. Another choked sound leaves his lips, which curl back to reveal gritted teeth and sharp fangs.

“I would never… take a whore wife.” He grits out, the effort it takes to speak causing drool to form in his mouth, spilling past the corners of his lips. His body strains as he attempts to move, his muscles too relaxed for him to make any progress despite his best efforts.

“You have no choice.” You say simply, rolling your hips in a steady pace as you fuck yourself on his length, setting a pace you know he enjoys. “I'll bear your heirs. Do you think your father will allow his only son to sire bastards that weaken his family's claim? I doubt it.”

A growl rises in his throat, fingers twitching desperately as he attempts to raise his arms to push you off of him. All he manages is to grab the sheets beneath them with a low whine, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“Please.” He whimpers, voice weak and barely audible. You can't help but laugh, rocking your hips down once more, greedy cunt swallowing each and every inch of him with ease.

“Please?” You repeat, watching the tears that stream down his face with satisfaction. “That's never worked on you, has it? No matter how much I begged and pleaded, you never faltered.”

You watch him open his mouth once more, almost anticipating an apology. It does not come. His head tilts to the side – the best he can do to conceal the pitiful expression on his face without full control of his body. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows the sorry resting on the tip of his tongue, eyes shutting once more.

He gasps as he cums, expression becoming tense as he fills you. You press down until he's buried to the hilt inside you, his knot swelling and plugging you full of his seed. He's always been so careful as to avoid spilling inside of you – bunnies we're known for their fertility, and he could not risk siring a bastard with his already weak claim. You can almost sense how defeated he is, a surge of pride shooting through you. A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you still, head tilting down so you can look at him.

He's already looking at you, eyes sharp and narrowed. His expression is filled with resentment, hatred and anger blurring together. You meet his gaze, unwavering as he attempts to stare you down. Eventually, he concedes, allowing his head to fall to the side once more like a scolded puppy depsite the way his cock as already started to harden again, locked inside of you with his swollen knot. You lean down to speak, lips brushing his ear.

“You should consider wedding preparations. I doubt your reputation could take the scandal of this got out.”

[kaitaiga]

Archie “Frost” Campbell Profile

》[Open Profile] Disclaimer: as I’m still working through the lore of Task Force Dagger, Archie’s biography is still quite bare. Everything else is finished :)

General

Name: Archibald (Archie) Charles Campbell

Callsign: Frost, Dagger-01 (TFD)

Age: 29

Birthday: 16th November, 1995 -  Newcastle, NSW, Australia.

Face Claim: Callum Turner (Specifically - ‘Bucky’ from MOTA’)

Occupation: Fast Jet Pilot (F-35A Lightning II)

Affiliation: Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF - 75th SQN)

Rank: Flight Lieutenant (FLTLT)

Height: 183cm (6ft)

Education: Bachelor’s Degree in Aviation

Languages: English, Spanish, German

Appearance

Hair: Dark brown, wavy hair. Short back and sides.

Eye Colour: Grey

Facial Hair: Pencil moustache

Marks: None

Tattoos: None

Family 

Unnamed Mother and Father

Grandfather (Former RAAF 460 SQN)

Pet: Vader (Black cat with white markings on face)

Affiliates

Task Force Dagger

Captain Lachlan Jones (2CDO)

Sergeant Damien Whitlock (2CDO)

Sergeant Daniel Greenhill (2CDO)

Sergeant Joseph “Joey” Hernandez (CCT)

Talullah Jones (ASIS)

Personality

Myers-Briggs Type: ISTJ (Logistician)

Honest and Direct: Archie is a straightforward, no-bullshit kind of person. Will tell his peers how it is without holding back. 

Observer: Not one to talk much unless needed, Archie prefers to observe and analyse his peers or situation.

Archie is a level-headed person. He is calm and is able to keep his cool under difficult situations.

Archie doesn’t let his emotions drive his thought process. He is a logical person who bases his thoughts and opinions based on research and experience, and can become stubborn when he doesn’t particularly agree with something.

Skills

As a fighter pilot, Archie has inherited a range of skills apart from simply flying a fighter jet. There include:

Mental Skills: quick and accurate decisions, situational awareness.

Technical Skills: navigation, avionics, flight system and weapon proficiency.

Social Skills: effective communication, cooperation and working as a team, leadership.

Air Combat Manoeuvring (ACM), Fighter tactics and manoeuvres, etc.

Mission Planning

Maths and Physics, as well as creativity in situations.

Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape (SERE)

Archie also likes to partake in electrical work, commonly seen tinkering with devices and studying mechanical/electrical engineering concepts in his spare time.

Behind the Callsign

At a glance, “Frost” derives from his frosty attitude towards his peers around him. Being one to keep to himself majority of the time and only speaking when necessary, his attitude was often perceived as cold to others, even when he didn't mean it.

Though if you were to ask his squadron and ground crew, they’d tell you that they call him “Frost” due to his impressive flying skills, often leaving onlookers and other pilots frozen in awe. Almost like an advantage over opponents.

Biography

Archie was born in Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia on the 16th of November, 1995. Growing up, Archie would listen to his grandfather’s stories of being a pilot on an Avro Lancaster throughout the majority of WW2. Though a little incoherent at times, Archie still enjoyed them regardless as they shaped his childhood and future to come.

Throughout high school, Archie would spend a lot of time volunteering at an aviation museum alongside his grandfather as a technician assistant, working on maintaining planes on display whilst rambling bits of information of various planes to visitors. Archie would also frequent RAAF base Williamtown, where he would stand just outside the base and watch Super Hornets scream over his head. He wasn’t the type to stand out among his classmates, much preferring to stick his head in a book and soak up as much information as he could on various aviation and engineering topics. He graduated with a top ATAR score of 97.

Thanks to his constant exposure to the Air Force along with his grandfather’s stories, Archie knew he wanted to become a fighter pilot from an early age. In his later years of high school and after, he worked diligently preparing for multiple officer and screening boards during his application process. He managed to score one of five spots out of hundreds of applicants.

Archie then attended the Australian Defence Force Academy (ADFA), where he pursued a Bachelor’s degree in Aviation. He would be a maths tutor to a few of his peers in his spare time, but most commonly Joseph, his newly made friend who he bonded with over their love for Star Wars. 

Upon graduating ADFA, Archie was sent to Perth to begin his initial specialist employment pilot training (ISET), where he spent a year flying the PC-21. He graduated from Number 2 Flying Training School and was recommended by his instructors to pilot the newly introduced and mighty F-35A.

Now part of 75th Squadron, Archie is posted to RAAF base Tindal in the Northern Territory to continue his training, also managing to deploy overseas to various locations such as the US and Japan.

At some point, Archie was approached and recruited into Task Force Dagger on recommendation from Joseph. Working with TFD would show him his first set of real combat outside of simulations and practice exercises. To be continued…

*(Archie would have been 26 years old when the F-35A was first introduced into the 75th SQN, a few years after he graduated ISET (22-23 years old). For story purposes, assume the F-35 arrived earlier.)

Trivia/Preferences 

His favourite music band is Daft Punk. His favourite song from them is ‘Face to Face’. Also likes Coldplay, Kenny Loggins, Phil Collins, Foo Fighters, Linkin Park, etc.

In his spare time, he also likes to build lego sets and model jets. He’s also a gamer, preferring to play games like League of Legends, Cyberpunk 2077, Helldivers 2, etc.

He likes to wear Rayban Aviators in the colourway black/black or gold/green.

He is a big fan of Star Wars. His favourite movie is ‘A New Hope’ and he also really enjoys ‘Star Wars: The Clone Wars’. His favourite characters are Wedge Antilles and Commander Wolffe.

He likes to spoil Vader rotten! Buys him all kinds of toys. Even has a Death Star cat house. He has a really big soft spot for Vader which Joseph likes to tease him about, quote: “he is the only one to knock down that icy wall he’s built around himself.”

When Archie chose his aircraft preference, he originally chose the F/A-18F Super Hornet.

If he didn’t become a pilot, he’d become a mechanical engineer. 

After his grandfather passed, Archie carries his ID tags with him as a source of comfort and support. 

Archie was inspired by the character ‘Viper’ from Titanfall 2 and the song “Dodge This”.

[uwupaige]

the nanny [paige bueckers] part two

[chapters 2 & 3]

read part one here!

chapter two: drunk eyes.

warnings: drinking.

finally, after a long 6 hours, catherine received a response back from the nanny position she applied for. hearing the notification ding from her computer, she shuffled to it quickly from her kitchen, where she was stuffing her face with a small snack. she began doing this for any all all notifications she had received that day. the girl was nervous to say the least, really wishing she was given the chance.

"𝖧𝗂, 𝖢𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎."

sending the message to catherine, after taking a while to answer her request, paige began to worry. as she turned the phone to azzi, she sat restless on the uncomfortable metal folding chair, her long leg bouncing up and down as the speakers on the court echoed loud pop music. "does this sound professional enough?"

the girl was thoroughly surprised, face showing it all, "aye, p, you used your commas correctly. also sounds super mom of you. 'as you read.'" azzi snorted out the last part, hand falling on her stomach to soothe the aches of her laughs rumbling through her.

"shut up," paige laughed, nerves eased a bit as she pushed a start blonde piece of hair out of her face. taking that as a yes, she tossed her phone under her seat since the game was about to start, knowing how they were about phones, even at their grown age. call it sports game etiquette. moments later, geno, their head coach, was calling all the woman for a huddle before the game began as they started to call their starting players. loud roars of cheering erupted on either side of the decently filled gym once paige's name was called. for it just being a scrimmage, paige always appreciated the turn out.

catherine answered that message immediately, not wanting to lose out on this opportunity. she couldn't afford to, and honestly didn't know what else to do if this didn't work out. there were no  other choices besides putting school on pause again to find a random job that paid enough to work full time. the thought of that kind of life made catherine absolutely cringe, which in turn encouraged her to type faster.

her response was simple but effective, basically stating that she's free and would be more than to meet tomorrow, even suggesting a meeting place.

after hitting send, she rested her head on her soft-pink pillows, looking forward to a quick nap before a long friday night at the club.

˚✧.*

unfortunately, catherine's nap was pretty useless. it was pretty dead for a friday night, just a few drinkers here and there. luckily she didn't dress to impress, because it would've been a waste. their dress code at vynil was just all black, and catherine loved the simplicity of it. meaning she could show up in some leggings and a tank on nights like these and be just fine.

the girl leaned against her empty bar, palms flat on the counter as she sighed. her eyes found the clock to the right of her, hanging on a light grey wall that looked dark in this lighting, matching the rest of the walls in the club. the time read 11:47, forcing yet another sigh out her. her hair was parted down the middle and hung on either side of her face, the face framing bangs she randomly gave herself the other night blowing up and out of her face with every huff she let out.

anything is better than nothing, she reminded herself. at least she made some money tonight.

catherine sat at her empty bar for a few more minutes as she waited for any action to occur. it was then she decided it was probably going to look like this for the indefinite future. pushing herself up off the bar, catherine attempted to head back to her managers office to possibly be cut for the night, but she was held back by the rumbles of a large group of tall women walking into the club. there were at least 12 of them, and she smiled out of relief.

after a couple minutes of id checking by the large bouncer hanging at the front, who had also looked bored out of his mind until they arrived, they all made their way towards her side of the bar. catherine stood up straighter to let the women know she was ready and available to serve them. it was then she began regretting the simplicity of her outfit choices.

catching part of their conversation as they all walked over, she overheard a very loud, "you promised us all shots, right, p?" the party of women all rumble in agreement and laughter to the question.

now approaching the bar, catherine puts on her best customer service smile. "hi, how are we all doing tonight?" she spoke loudly to the group as they all surrounded her bar. they were all very lovely, responding back just as cheery.

"what can i get y'all started with tonight?" catherine asks the inevitable question, the group erupting into the same rumble from just a few moments prior, all asking if 'p was still buying shots.'

"alright, alright," came another voice from the large crowd, making its way to the front of the bar. a tall, blonde woman walked up to catherine, who waited patiently as she flashed her a smile, her crystal colored eyes looking at the girl expectantly. "hey, how you doin'?"

"not too bad. what can i get for you hun?" catherine asked, pushing a piece of caramel colored hair out of her face, making a note in her mind to find a hair tie soon.

"uh, round of shots, please."

the girls eyes skim over the group, counting 12 women that she needed to prepare drinks for. "for sure. house?" catherine's hand stuck out as she waited on her preference in liquor, waiting for the woman's card to ring her up.

handing over her debit card, she responds with a, "yes, please."

"lovely." catherine clicked away on her check out screen, ringing in all her drinks, then making it to the close out button. "did you wanna start a tab?"

for a moment, having been so sucked into their intimate interaction, they'd both almost forgotten about the other women surrounding them. and before the woman before her could answer, a tall brunette with a big smile wraps an arm around her, patting her should with her free hand as she loudly answered for her friend, "hell yeah! party paige is in the club!"

"get outta here, nika." paige laughs before nodding to catherine, "yeah, you can start a tab."

the girl then rung in her drinks, making them all as soon as her card went through. she decided to make small talk as she lined up all twelve of the short glasses, before reaching for the correct liquor. "are we celebrating?" she asks casually, pouring each shot quickly yet precisely, some of the women watching in awe of her skill.

paige shifts in her position at the bar, moving to lean against it to get comfortable, going to answer for the group. "basketball season's starting soon."

catherine gasps lowly and softly, smiling once again at them, "oo, that's exciting. do y'all go to that one university not far from here?"

they all answer with some variation of 'yeah' and 'yes' as catherine finished pouring each shot, placing them all on the elevated part of the bar where people received their orders.

"well, here's to an amazing start to your season." catherine states as she finishes passing out the shots, and paige swears her words were coated with glitter, sounding as genuine and as sweet as ever.

downing their shots with sour faces from the shock, a few taking longer than others, they all began to make their way to the dance floor. some of the women lingered near the bar to order the drinks they planned to sip on, paige being part of that crowd, settling for a simple dirty shirley temple.

paige stuck with that same order the rest of the night, easily having consumed six of them so far. and she wasn't shy about it either. nor was she very shy with catherine.

"what's your name?" paige asked out of nowhere, fully leaning her long body on the black countertop for much needed support. catherine was making her 7th drink of the night, but this time not adding in any vodka, deciding now was a good point to cut her off at.

looking up from her craft, the brunette made eye contact with paige, noticing how her eyes were almost closed. though, she could still read the longing look in them. "cat." she replies simply and sweet.

"that's so cute," paige compliments, a hint of adoration in her words. "you got any kids?"

catherine accidentally let out a small giggle at the sudden question, not expecting that at all. "none that i know of." she jokes, the joke missing paige completely. "do you?"

the blonde nods proudly as she begins to smile, a hand rubbing the back of her neck where her low bun rested, thinking of her little girl. "yeah, a baby girl." once she spoke her thoughts out loud, her smile began to falter. "a-actually she's 5. not really a baby."

"my mama always said that you're a baby until you're eighteen."

"i'd like to think of her that way." paige says in agreement with this total strangers mom, "she grew up so fast." she confides in catherine, clearly sad and clearly drunk.

catherine was now shaking her cocktail shaker, inquiring further. "had her young, huh?" paige just nodding sadly in response. "that's okay. my mom had me when she was 14."

"yeah?"

"yup. and i still turned out pretty okay."

paige saw opportunity for a joke, a small smirk playing on her lips as she let out a, "kinda." her shoulders shrugging once with an unsure face.

catherine raised an offended eyebrow, "oh, o-kay." she scoffs out, followed with a laugh as their eyes met. catherine's laughs fall off at the same time as paige's, both of them holding eye contact. it sounded as though the room fell quiet, side conversations and loud basses fading slowly.

catherine was the first to pull away, now pouring the flushed blondes virgin drink, placing it right in front of her with a glass of water as well. with that same, sweet smile from before, she spoke, "enjoy."

"thanks."

paige's drunk eyes followed catherine as she moved about the bar, whether she was attending other consumers or paying attention to her. she was sure she looked silly to everyone else, but the fog in her vision made her care less. she watched in admiration at how her hips swayed about in her tight, black leggings, and how her matching black tank hugged her waist, accentuating her smooth and natural looking curves. she loved how her brunette hair was now up in a messy yet tasteful ponytail. two small pieces of hair hung around her face, and she wasn't sure if it was there on purpose or not. eventually, catherine caught the woman's low eyes, flashing her a confused smiles. "you lost?"

"nah, nah, you just have.." paige began to speak her almost incoherent thoughts loudly, sighing before she continued to slur her words, her body still leaned heavily against the bar, "a great body." she clearly was not thinking before she spoke.

smiling casually as she wiped down the counter, catherine caught the woman's eyes. "thank you."

instantly, paige regretted even speaking to the woman as a wave of heat took over her, the room now becoming too hot. she sipped the last few ounces of her water before ultimately walking away, completely crashed out from embarrassment. it definitely left catherine even more confused, but she was soon too swarmed and busy to even dwell. she never tried to dwell too hard on drunk people anyway.

sooner or later, the uconn womans basketball team began to call it a night. as they gathered their group, they bombarded catherine's side of the bar with requests to close their tab, catherine working quickly and efficiently.

the brunette began to call out names to the woman so they could each retrieve their respective tabs. "okay—azzi?.. here you go, babe.. nika? that's a gorgeous name, nika.. kamorea? s-sorry—kk. here you go, mama."

after a couple of minutes placing tabs to faces, catherine was only left with paige's. looking out to the floor, she didn't see the woman anywhere. waiting patiently, catherine began to clean up her bar, instructing everyone to just leave their bills on one end to be collected. paige's was the last tab she had to close for the night before she could tip out the bouncers and head home for some much needed sleep.

the team of college basketball players eventually made their way closer towards the front of the club while they impatiently waited for their friend, a few of the women asking where she was every few seconds.

eventually, paige emerged from the women's bathroom, no one missing the other woman around the same age as her leaving only seconds after. guilt and even more embarrassment flooded her face as her teammates all chirped up to tease her. eventually she approached catherine at the bar, asking to close out her tab.

"alright, love, you're all set." catherine places the multitude of receipts and a pen on the counter in front of her, paige picking up the pen to just sign her name, and putting a line through the tip line—which was wildly out of character for her.

that caught catherine completely off guard. at that, paige just began to walk away, no other words spoken.

"your mama never teach you how to tip?" catherine called out, unashamed. paige turns to find the woman starting her down, her gaze intimidating and sending a family of butterflies to move in to her stomach. why did this make her feel more giddy than embarrassed?

paige stutters out a quick 'uh' before catherine rolls her eyes, telling her to have a goodnight. that sweet voice from earlier now tasting extremely bitter. and before paige can answer, she's being pulled out by her teammates, who are all ready to leave.

˚✧.*

chapter three: such a cliche.

"paigey... paige."

a tiny madison stood by her moms bed side, pulling on her limp hand, speaking her name constantly in attempt to wake her up. the girl was dressed in a disney princess sleep gown, and her hair was everywhere, a frizzed, curly mess.

the room was dark from paige's damn near black out curtains, but the light flowing in from the bright hallway was just enough to illuminate enough. paige was slumped, snoring quietly, and her skin was oily.

stirring slightly, the slumped blonde began to wake up slowly, her eyes fluttering open for a moment, then closing at the painful light. after a few more seconds of calling for her mom, madison started to poke her face. this made paige open one eye slightly, groaning in her sleepy state.

"w'sup, babe?" paige mutters out, sleepiness coating her words. a hand slowly coming up to her forehead as she tried to rub away a raging headache.

"i'm hungry." madison informs with sass, a small pout forming as she watched her mom fall in and out of sleep, now shaking her arm.

however, at those words, paige immediately sat up. grabbing her phone off the night stand in her sleepy state, she read the time to be 10:17. today was the day she was interviewing with catherine sanchez over breakfast for the nanny position and she was about to be extremely late. "fuck." paige muttered, throwing her legs over the side of her bed, supporting herself with one hand as they other rubbed her eyes.

"fuck?" madison repeated with confusion.

paige stopped, looking down at her daughter from her sitting position on her bed. "oo, baby, don't say that." she condemned herself in her head for cursing around her daughter.

"why?"

"it's a bad word." paige explained quickly, going back to rubbing her eyes for moment. then, changing the subject back to the matter at hand. "hey, can you do me a big favor?"

"maybe." madison sassed ever so cutely, paige having to hold back her small chuckle.

"go find a really pretty princess dress to wear because we're gonna go get breakfast at a restaurant with a play place."

madison gasped excitedly, jumping against the carpeted floor and nodding, "okay!" she exclaimed before running to her new room that paige had just finished unpacking, promising to paint it purple when she had free time.

once the energetic girl left her room, paige managed to get herself ready fairly quickly, especially considering how exhausted she was from her outings last night and the interactions she made—both with the bartender and the random girl in the bathroom. paige sorta cringed to herself thinking about it all as she perfected her low, slick back bun, a hairstyle she found to be 'easy enough' when she was in a rush.

that night ended with paige barely making it home, extremely late, paying the babysitter more for her extra time, and forcing herself to rinse off before she slumped on her dark blue comforter. she planned on sleeping into the late hours of the mornings, clearly forgetting that she had an important meeting.

in their text conversation, they agreed to meet at a restaurant not far from either of their places, at 11 a.m. that morning to chat over breakfast.

"mads!" paige called from the hallway bathroom, which was madison's, but doubled as a guest one as well. last she checked, madison was still deciding on if she wanted to wear her elsa dress or her tiana dress. "hurry up, i need to do your hair!"

a couple minutes later, madison ran into the bathroom, sporting a baby blue dress that paige couldn't imagine would be very comfortable. the itchy, plastic like material crinkled and crunched with every movement. deciding to leave her daughter be, paige just sat the girl in the round sink in front of the mirror, this barely being high up enough for her to do the girls hair comfortably.

paige just went with matching their hairstyles, something easy for the both of them. grabbing the girl out of the sink and placing her on her hip, paige turned off the bathroom light and made her way to the front door. paige placed madison down, sitting her in front of the door as she helped her put on her shoes. then slipping on her own,  paige made sure they had everything they needed before ultimately heading out.

˚✧.*

walking into the busy restaurant, just minutes before 11 a.m., paige met with the hostess. she informed the woman that her she had a reserved spot and was meeting with someone. waiting for the hostess to find her reservation in the books, paige took in its atmosphere. it was sophisticated looking, yet it was so laid back.

the hostess walked the two back to their reserved table that sat 4, asking if she could grab them anything yet. paige ordered some waters for the table and an apple juice for her daughter. once the hostess left, paige pointed to the play area that was mere feet from their table, the noise shielded by plexiglass. "how 'bout you go play, and i'll call you over when food gets here." paige smiles.

madison nods excitedly, "okay paigey." she starts to walk off, but paige wasn't done with her whole 'be safe, be nice, i love you' speech. standing up, eyes only on her daughter so she doesn't lose her in the crowds. the blonde began to walk towards her while calling out her name, but was stopped when she runs into something. looking straight ahead, she realizes she ran into a someone. "shit, i'm sorry, i—"

"that's okay—"

paige being met with the bartender that berated her the night before was absolutely not what she was expecting when she looked down ever so slightly.

"oh! i was just bringing her over to your table." the hostess spoke, eyes switching between the stunned pair.

both understanding what the woman was saying, catherine blinked at the hostess, then at paige. paige unintentionally mimicking the girl as they both spoke in unison.

"paige?"

"catherine?"

the hostess quickly noticed what was happening, slowly and quietly excusing herself from the interaction to return to her comfortable spot up at the front of the lively restaurant.

paige was the one to break eye contact, eyes skimming the restaurant for her daughter once again. finally, she found madison playing happily in the ball pit of the play place, taking a sigh of relief before looking at catherine, who had been looking at her expectantly this whole time.

"uh, sorry." paige spoke, looking down at the table, pulling catherine's seat out a bit across from her own before sitting down, "please." she gestured towards the brunettes spot, the girl sitting reluctantly. "uhh.." paige said nervously, clasping her hands in front of her, resting them in front of her. "i'm sorry, i wasn't expecting this." she lets out a small chuckle, attempting to ease the tension.

catherine gave her a small smile, nodding, "yeah," she lets out a small laugh as well, "what a cliche." she mutters to herself as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear nervously. the girl almost wished to take back last nights interaction as a whole, their first impressions completely tainted now.

paige either choose to not acknowledge that statement, or genuinely didn't hear her, so she begins the small talk and interviewing process. "so you, uh, work at vynil," she starts, the flushed brunette nodding with a smile. "that's nice. have you been there long?"

catherine was about to just nod, stopping herself as she thought deeply for a brief moment. the girl accepted that her first impression had already been tainted—but she needed this job. fixing her face, she spoke, "yeah, just a little under three years." she spoke as friendly as possible.

paige recognized her sweet tone from the night prior, having slightly missed it after the way she called her out last night. "cool, cool," she nodded. she almost didn't know what to say or ask. she practiced the night prior with azzi, and nika before she left, on what to even ask.

"ask her if she's worked with kids before." azzi's words rang in her head.

"so i saw on your resume that you coached a kids soccer team for a few years. did you like working with kids?" paige began, hoping to have some conversation about catherine come out of this.

catherine proudly grinned with yet another head nod, "yeah, all throughout my first few years of college."

"you have your degree?" paige asks, a question the girl in front of her began to despise answering.

looking away out of embarrassment, she answered sheepishly, "not exactly.." she trails off.

"that's okay, me neither." paige shrugs, taking a sip of her daughters apple juice, a slight attitude rolling off her tongue at her following words. "i'm taking some undergrad classes my counselor 'forgot to tell me about.'" she rolled her eyes. "what's your major?"

catherine was honestly just so surprised at how laid back their conversation was, fully expecting to meet with a strict woman in her thirties. "h-history." she stutters out, still a bit stunned. paige sat leaned back in her chair, legs spread ever so slightly and arms laid lazily folded across her torso—clearly making herself comfortable.

paige was thoroughly intrigued by that information. she would've totally assumed something different, "really? that's actually pretty cool.. how come?"

no one ever really asked catherine why she was a history major. not seriously, at least. what can you even do with a history degree? they'd ask. "i.. think history is important." she explained as paige looked at her, deep and in tune with the conversation.

the pair spoke for another while, getting along a lot better than the two had anticipated. especially with how last night went. paige would only turn away from the conversation to check on her daughter every so often, flicking her crystal eyes towards the play place, or to order their food.

"yeah, i had madison when i was 18. the night after graduation."

"and no one knew?" catherine asked, shocked. the girl had desperately tried to keep up her professional tactics for the last thirty minutes, but to no avail. they spoke as if they were friends meeting up for brunch on a random friday that they both had off from work.

the blonde girl across from her just simply shook her head, "she was a really small baby, so i didn't show a lot. and all i wore were baggy clothes anyway, no one suspected a thing. shit, i didn't even know for the first four months."

"and your teammates never suspected?" the brunette asked, shifting in her seat. for a good duration of their 'meeting', she sat still and with her hands on her lap. however now, she opted to lean her elbows on the table infront of her as she sipped from her mug.

"basketball was over before i even started to show like that. and my graduation wasn't until mid june, plus the gown was huge." paige had answered. catherine sat there, wondering. did madison's dad even knew. and if he did, where was he?

however, catherine simply just nodded with respect, sipping from her cup of raspberry tea. "smooth."

as paige went to respond, their server was standing over their table, three plates in their hands as they placed everyone's respective breakfast meals in front of them, paige instructing him to put madison's down next to her.

after their server walked away, paige excused herself to go grab her daughter, who had been at it with the play place for a good thirty minutes now.

walking over to their shared table hand in hand with the small girl, paige gently introduced madison to catherine as they took their seats. catherine looked at the girl, immediate adoration in her eyes. she totally didn't expect to see a little light skinned girl to be paige's, berating herself internally because so many people must've thought that as well. she noticed how her hair was totally done quickly, and clearly by paige. but, what totally sold her—what made catherine know they'd get along—was madison's light blue elsa dress, that was tracking glitter everywhere she walked, and how she sported it casually and unbothered.

"mads, i want you to meet one of my friends." paige spoke softly, "this is catherine."

catherine smiled happily at the cuteness that sat in front of her. she wanted to squeeze the girl in a hug, her eyes big and curious at her moms new 'friend.'

"hi, mama. what's your name?"

"madison." the girl spoke shyly, clinging to paige's hand tighter.

"madison—" catherine dramatically and on purpose said the girls name all wonky, madison having no problem interrupting her with the correct way to pronounce it, laughing at the woman. catherine smiled, glad she was already breaking through to the seemingly stubborn girl. "oh, oh, my bad. madison—it's nice to meet you, madison. i'm catherine, but you can call me cat."

"like the pet?"

catherine nodded excitedly, "exactly. but, i don't have cool whiskers or claws." she shrugged.

"i have super frozen powers."

"nuh uh!" catherine says in disbelief.

"mhm, i can show you." madison then goes to make gestures with her arms, imitating the same moves elsa made when she would turn things to ice during let it go.

catherine then looks at her drink, gasping, "you made my drink all ice!" she exclaimed, madison then doing the same gestures towards her food. "and my food?" madison giggles, catherine quickly reaching over to steal food from the little girls plate. "okay, now you have to share."

madison laughs even more, pushing catherine's bigger hand away from her small portion of eggs and bacon, paige just watching happily as she began to eat, glad to know her food was safe from madison's 'powers.'

˚✧.*

walking out of the restaurant, the warm september air hitting their skin happily after sitting in a conditioned room for so long. paige bid goodbye to catherine, telling her she'd definitely be in touch about finding a day for catherine to come over and hang with them at their apartment, to get a better read on her.

catherine went to walk off, saying a quick bye with a sweet smile. however, paige's, "wait," made her stop in her tracks. confused, she walked back over to the woman as she frantically looked for her wallet. "here." she tried to hand the brunette two twenty dollar bills. catherine started shaking her head in rejection before the word no could even leave her mouth. "for last night. i actually don't know why i didn't," paige explains, referencing her lack of tip.

catherine gently pushed paige's eager hand away, "no, no, no," she repeated, "seriously, it's cool. don't worry about it... thank you, though." catherine smiled once more, the wind blowing some hair in her face. again, she went to walk away, paige quickly slipping the cash into the girls bag, going unnoticed by catherine.

"see you soon." paige called out with a head nod. catherine just looking back as she kept walking with another pretty smile and a wave to both the blonde and her daughter.

part three!!

authors note!

yay part two! what're we thinking of the story so far? i have sooo many ideas, and the rest of the book planned out, so im excited to get writing! also, if you want more frequent updates, my wattpad (@/money4martin) gets new chapters every other day (most of the time lol)

thanks for reading🩷

- mari 🫧

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[winterarmyy]

Behind The Facades | Part II

An unrequited pining over a certain super solider.

Navigation: Part I || Part II || Part III (end)

Words: 3.3k++

Pairings: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: angst. pent up anger. unspoken jealousy. conflicted feelings.

P/S: i heard you. i got you. since lots of you enjoyed the supposedly oneshot, so i decided to do a continuation for this couple. Hope you enjoy~

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Weeks gone by, months flown through and the team was already accustomed Bucky's girlfriend wandering around the tower. Though they thought she would move-in eventually, knowing that Tony allowed them to do so, but she hadn't done it yet.

While Y/N, on the other hand, felt like she was constantly walking on thin ice. Being tug in between holding herself together and breaking down.

What's worst about this was, deep down, Y/N wanted to hate her.

Gail Richards.

Bucky's girl.

A gorgeous red-head, sultry champagne-colored eyes, a deep dimple on her right cheek, sculptured body of goddess and heart of gold.

Y/N got to admit that she hated how perfect Gail was for Bucky. She had such a kind soul; it's impossible not to fall for her. In hindsight, she was exactly what Bucky needed in his life.

What he deserve.

And in the end, Gail managed to steal not just Bucky's heart, but also the entire team's.

Including Y/N herself.

The friendship between Gail and Y/N was true and genuine; even if it hurts her everytime when she was forced to see Gail canoodling with the man she had fallen madly in love with.

"So where's the date? Did he tell you or is it a surprise kind of thing?" Gail's questions snapped Y/N from her deep internal thoughts.

Her gaze fell into her own reflection in the mirror; she was fitted with a simple black satin dress, with a quite scandalous slit on one side on her thigh. Standing behind her, was Gail, helping her out with the pearl necklace she was graciously lending it to Y/N.

"I don't remember the name but it's that new michelin star restaurant." Y/N replied as she straighten her dress, suddenly feeling conscious of how tight the dress was hugging her body.

"Oh! I know that fancy new restaurant. It opened last week, right? Bucky and I haven't had the chance to go yet. I heard it's pretty hard to get reservation. I must say, I'm impressed."

While Gail seemed to approve of Y/N's date, she didn't notice the way Y/N's body froze as she mentioned Bucky's name.

Her fingers were itching to dug it's nails somewhere, anywhere; as she try to keep her composure as neutral as possible, "Yeah, I'll definitely give you my review before you guys go on a date there. Who knows if its not up to the standards, right?"

Oh, how desperate she was on wanting to hide her pain away.

"That's great, y/n! But, I'd rather you actually enjoy the date rather than secretly being an undercover food critique. Forget about everything and have fun for once! Who knows this one is a keeper, huh?" Gail rubbed her hands to side of Y/N's arms; her eyes brighten as she encouraged her.

Ignorance is truly a bliss; though it's not that she knows that Y/N had been in love with Bucky this whole time.

On the other hand, Bucky was starting to feel the effects of what Gail had warned him before. He doesn't want to feel like she doesn't love him because she does.

At least she tries to.

Persuing Gail was not necessarily easy; not because he was lacking or she played hard to get. But because of how honest she was; how self aware she was.

"Being with me is a hell of a challenge, Bucky. My emotions are unpredictable. Today, I will love you ever so truly; I will drown you with all the kisses and cuddles you could ever imagine but the next day you might not being able to talk to me or even see me."

"I'll go M.I.A and isolate myself from the world at any time, with no warning. I shut down without any reason."

"I might not be there for you when you needed me the most. I might abandon you when all you wanted for me to stay."

"Worst part about it is I won't feel sorry for what I did because I can barely feel anything during those time."

But he insisted to try.

Maybe it was the sudden surge of passion when he met her but he was determined that they could make it work.

So, try they did.

As his relationship with Gail progresses, his and y/n's started to astray. He noticed y/n has been keeping her distance with him since he got together with Gail.

She had been cooped up in her room more often. There was a gradual changes in their schedule. Lesser trips to the corndog stall that y/n was obsessed with, canceled trips on visiting Alpine, the cute little kitten they have been eyeing at the adoption center, and almost none of the late night coffee trips.

He missed her.

From her annoying laugh to her odd habit of scratching things in her sleep.

Her smile, her voice, her presence.

He missed all of it.

He missed her.

Which was why Bucky thought it was better to talk it out with her. Maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding that needed to be clear out.

It took just single knock before Bucky intrude himself into Y/N's room, "Hey, y/n I don't want to disturb you but can we..." Bucky's sentence did not managed to end with a period, thus his words was instead left hanging just like his mouth.

"Oh, wow."

For a moment there, Bucky literally forgot how to breath. It was as if the reality around him was deteriorating, leaving just the perfect view of Y/N. For a split second, his gaze seemed to dilated into a trance, slowly getting bewitched by the beauty before him.

Bucky was so captivated by how, almost sinfully, beautiful Y/N looked in that dress, he didn't notice his own girlfriend was standing right next to her.

Gail carefully slide her way towards Bucky as she prompted, "So... what do you think, Buck? Gorgeous isn't she?" A dreamy sigh escaped from Gail's lips as she admire the woman in front of her.

"Yes. Yes, she is."

Those were the words Bucky wanted to say but his mouth wasn't listening to his heart, rather it followed his head, "I didn't know you were coming over, honey." Bucky arms reached towards Gail as he scooped her close to him, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

It was subtle but if they paid enough attention, they could see how Y/N's gaze quickly shifted downwards to her feet. Her teeth sunk between the insides of her left cheek as an effort to distract herself from the thunderstorm within her chest. A little bit more force on her teeth would've tore her up and left her bleeding from the inside.

How much longer she must be in this torment? How much suffering her heart needs to endure until it adapt to the pain? She's tired of the ache in her chest but at the same time she can't help it when her heart yearn for a love that's never going to be hers.

"Well? Is she not goddamn beautiful?" Gail playfully slapped Bucky's arm, demanding her question to be answered.

"I mean..." Bucky stuttered to find words. Especially when those round doe eyes of Y/N's spark with anticipation.

All those milliseconds of time Bucky had to think of an appropriate, truthful answer but somehow he only come up with, "...i guess, you could do better."

Idiot.

Straight up dumb.

Bucky immediately regret his words when the gleam in Y/N's eyes suddenly faded; turning into something cold and stoic.

Gail huffed in denial, before taking Y/N's side, "Then you sir, need to check your eyes because she's absolutely stunning". Y/N gave a small smile as Gail pulled her for a side hug.

"Why are you dressed up anyway?" Bucky wanted change the topic before he said something stupid again.

There was a noticeable pause on Y/N's side as he asked, as if she was unwilling to tell him. However, the reluctantcy only arouses his curiosity.

Y/N turned around and faced the mirror. As she fixed the necklace near her collarbone, she made an eye contact with Bucky through his reflection and answered, "I have a date."

Something shifted in the air; as if it was getting heavier, sturdier.

"Who's the guy?" Bucky was clearly not amused with the idea. It barely filtered through his stern tone.

"Daniel. One of the SHIELD agent I worked with before." Y/N noticed how his expression morphed into a frown.

"Why is he making that face? "

Bucky seethed, "That douchebag? Really y/n?" There's a hint of disappointment in his voice; like how a father would scold his daughter of doing something stupid.

And that ticked her off.

She's a grown-ass woman; she can do whatever she wants, date whoever she wants. None of it was Bucky's concern.

"What do you mean?" Annoyance flowed through her tone.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he recognized that name.

Daniel.

That scumbag whose always staring at her. And not in a cute, crush-like way. There's nothing innocent about the way he stare at Y/N's ass and boobs, or always finding excuses to touch her.

However, Y/N has been oblivious to it since Bucky had always been with her.

Since when did that douche got close to Y/N? How did he managed to get Y/N agree to go to a fucking date with him? More importantly, how did Bucky not know all of this?

There was this uncontrollable, unexplainable rage within Bucky that he was unable to contain; like a venomous poison it seeped through his head, "Are you that needy to even consider going out with such scum? Come on, y/n. You're being naive, it's ridiculous." Bucky scoffed as his tone laced with scorn and mockery.

Gail gasped in complete shock, "What is wrong with you, Bucky? That's not--"

"That's not fair. How can you have the luxury to fall in love and lived happily ever after while I have to continue to break and break, again and again?"

"Ridiculous? Am I a fucking joke to you, Bucky?!" Y/N could hold back her own anger as she turned towards him. His face remained the way that it is; red and furious and he was not willing to put his ego down either.

"You know what?" Y/N swerved towards the bed, "I am going to go this date with Daniel, whether you like or not..." She took her purse on the edge of the mattress, "...and I am going to enjoy every second of it!"

"Thanks, Gail. I really appreciate your help today." Y/N smiled as she briefly took Gail's hands into hers. Blinking in confusion, Gail replied, "Y-yeah.. sure--" though her speech was cut short when Y/N interrupted.

"And you!" Y/N shot a glare towards Bucky before marching towards him, "You can go fuck yourself." She clashed her shoulders into Bucky's before walking out her own room.

Bucky gritted his teeth; his jaw clenched in pure vexation as his frown grew deeper.

Looking at her very angry looking boyfriend, Gail let out a tired sigh, "Why would you say such thing to her, Bucky?

Why did he say those things?

He could explain it much better way, knowing that he had plausible reason to why he thinks she should not go to this date.

But, why did he not do that?

Why did he lash out and spat those hurtful things to her?

Even Bucky himself was not sure why.

After that Bucky spent the rest of the night at the gym, and this was the third punching bag that he had completely destroyed. He could see his girlfriend coming in from the corner of his eyes, with an emergency kit in her hand.

She sat at a nearby bench before, "Bucky sweetheart, come here." Gail softly asked him sit with her.

Despite the grunts and gruffs that slipped from his lips, he still obeyed her; though partially was because she had been sternly staring at him.

Gail gently remove his boxing glove of his right hand, then lo and behold his knuckles was crushed and bloodied.

"The wrappings is there for a reason, you know?" She knew he would this; especially when he is guided by rage. Bucky remained silent, knowing that if he did not control his anger first; then he would probably do the same thing he did to Y/N again.

There was a comfortable silence as Gail was tending his wounds. Bucky looked down at her, focusing on cleaning the wounds. She was always careful and tender while handling Bucky; as if she was taking care of a child.

"You love her, don't you?" Gail calmly asked as she started to wrap Bucky's hand.

The question caught him by surprise, "What do you mean?"

She chuckled softly, "y/n. You love her. Am I right?" she reclarify.

It didn't need a genius to figure out how Bucky truly feels about Y/N. Even if he himself if not aware of his own feelings.

But she can see right through him.

She noticed how attentive was Bucky towards y/n. How he looked at her; like she's his whole world. How every single thing he does somehow relates back to Y/N; and he cannot go by a day without mentioning her name in their any conversation. How peaceful looked when y/n is anywhere near him.

She noticed every single one of those detail.

"Of couse, I do. It's y/n we're talking about here." Bucky replied as-matter-of-factly. Though there was some truth in his answer but it was not all.

Gail shook her head lightly as she holds Bucky's wounded hand in hers, "No, Bucky. You love her." Her brows crunched into a pleading curve as her gaze turned gentle.

Bucky frowned in confusion; he looked down at his hand where her thumb caressing his knuckles and he thought back all the moments he spent with y/n.

From the very first day he met her, on those nights she stayed with him, through thick and thin, her eyes on his, her smile on his cheek, her laugh in his arms, her voice in his ears, her skin on left arm, everything flashed through him so fast until a single moment when he realizes.

"I love her."

Gail recognized the glint his eyes, "And she loves you too, Buck." She coaxed.

The frown on his face turned into a shock as she spoke. Even if Y/N does love him, what does that mean?

"What are you saying?"

"Go." Her voice were somehow calmer than she was supposed to speak in such a dire situation.

Bucky knew what she meant; he knew what those eyes were telling him, "Gail, you--"

She cut him before he could say anything, "We did agree to see where will this take us..." her smiled was somehow bitter-sweet, "And I guess this is our end of the line."

A hit of pain struck Bucky's heart, "You don't have to do this." His left hand raised to tenderly cupped her cheeks; it was warm. Unlike his winter cold hand, she was warm. Like the soft heat from the morning sun.

She placed her hand on top of his as she craved a reassuring smile, "I want to."

And that broke Bucky's heart. And it broke for her.

He loved Gail.

All the feelings he felt for her was real. As real as the feelings he felt for Y/N. The only difference was he didn't realized he was in love with Y/N, but he did with Gail.

"And to be honest, I'm not sure I can keep up with the emotional commitments, I'm always M.I.A and lost in my own head..."

As Gail starts to ramble, Bucky wasn't hearing any of it. His eyes stings and his vision blurred.

There was only so much any man can handle.

There was joy in realizing his was in love with Y/N but there was also agony in knowing he had to break Gail's heart. Unable to hold back his emotions anymore, his tears finally broke out.

She was prepared not to cry today but seeing Bucky like this; who wouldn't tear up, right?

"Hey hey hey, I'll be okay. We'll be okay." She placed her palm on Bucky's cheeks, wiping away the tears with her thumb as she lead his gaze to her own.

"Bucky, listen to me. I don't want you feeling like you're alone." she cooed, her eyes had gotten glassy as tears filled within them. "You deserve so much more than what I can offer you, do you understand?" Bucky can simply nod as he feels like his voice will betray him.

"Good." Gail closed her eyes and leaned into a kiss. A soft innocent kiss on his forehead, as their tears fall on each other's bare skin, "Now, go get your girl."

<< Part I || Part III >>

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A/N: Feel free to leave some feedback behind! And what do you think of Gail? I thought it'd be nice to have a different characteristics for her instead of the cliche 'bitchy and rude' girlfriend.

There's no actual taglist. So, I only include those who reblogged with comments and/or commented on the previous part. However, do tell if you want or do not want to be tagged.

Taglist: @ghostofwinter @angstysebfan @erinallene @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @paarthurnax59 @nomajdetective @kentokaze @dexter99 @nana1000night @prettyinpink350

[winchester-girl67]

Raven Eyes

Summary: Half-Demon and half-angel, the reader struggles to control her outbursts of anger. Until she meets someone who makes her blood boil in a whole other way. She searches for her half-sister, Claire, with the help of the Winchester brothers and finds that, maybe, being human isn't all bad.

Requested by @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld : “Hey can i request a Dean or Sam Winchester x reader where the reader is a Nephalem (half angel half demon) and super powerful because Nephalem are the most powerful hybrid and Dean or Sam fall in loved with her because she is so sweet, shy, etc and in the end they end together? With smut is you want to added"

Pairing: Dean x Nephalem!reader 

Word Count: 11,913

Rating: mature 18+ MDNI

Warnings: not canon, language, mature themes, reverse age gap (kind of), violence/blood (gun, biting, restraints - Claire is tied to a chair), smut (p in v, unprotected sex), brief mention of body insecurity, injury, nightmares, maybe some anger control issues, angst, a little pining, kissing/cuddling, reader has one defining characteristic (raven eyes), star wars trilogy spoilers? (brief mention), mention of Sam and Dean slash fiction

A/N: This really got away from me, especially the word count, lol. The reader has both sweet/shy moments and bold/sassy ones; but I thought it was a good mix of energy for an angel/demon hybrid. Enjoy!

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Ugh...

You kicked the empty can under your foot down the dark alleyway. It landed in a puddle with a splash and you growled and kicked the glass bottle next. It shattered against the brick wall at the dead end, scattering into a myriad of pieces that rippled the top of the same puddle. 

Finally, that felt great. 

You just needed to break something. So, you did it again, lining up the next beer bottle. This one, full and unopened. You'd brought it outside with you from the bar you were currently venting behind. 

Alcohol did little to nothing for you, you were pretty sure the only buzz you ever got off it could be chalked up to a placebo effect. 

The bottle hit the wall, popped, and fizzed as it streamed down the bricks. The amber liquid staining a trail to the pavement below. It was somewhat satisfying, but... you wanted to break more shit. 

So much more. 

It was the demon’s blood in you, the urge to create chaos and torment just for fun. Although, ninety percent of the time it lost out to the half of you that was part angel. 

You didn't want to be evil and you didn't want to be good. You were all shades of grey and that was fine because you knew exactly who you were. Sort of. 

You were a Nephalem; half-demon, half-angel. 

Yeah, your parents were a piece of work. Try growing up in that household. Literal definition of having an angel on one shoulder and a devil -or in this case, a demon- on the other. 

But opposites attract, right. 

You never really fit in. As a child or now as an adult. Not with your father's angelic colleagues or your mother's demonic friends. You were one of a kind. 

'Unique. Unlike any other.' Your father would tell you.

'Powerful. A force to be reckoned with.' Your mother would say.

You loved them, your parents. Even if they drove you nutty and pulled at your limbs like some savage game of tug-o-war. Castiel and Meg had good intentions but you needed to stand on your own two feet for the first time.

So, here you were hanging out in the back alley of some highway dive off to the side of some two-star motel. Popping the cork on your own internal bottle of frustrations. The blood in your veins could only be shaken so much before you lost control and that was the point of breaking shit.

To calm your nerves and it usually worked, but not tonight. Tonight was different.

Your -sort of- half-sister, Claire, called you up for some help on a case she was working on. Fucking werewolves. She needed back up but when you arrived you couldn't find her. Anywhere!

When you asked the greasy bartender if he'd seen her and showed him her picture on your phone, all he said was 'I wish I had, damn'. Then he proceeded to shake out his hand as if he'd touched something hot and made a crude face with a little wink added in your direction... you almost ripped his face off right there, but there were too many witnesses.

A waitress flirting with some guy with more hair than a barbie doll and some guys playing pool; one of them obviously hustling the others. He was kinda cute actually -had a nice smile, short dirty-blonde hair and a scruff on his jaw that was way too trimmed to be natural- but you weren't here for that.

You had to find Claire.

You fisted your hands until your fingernails dug into your palms and bleed. Then hissed and watched the skin stitch itself back together under the orange flood lights of the alleyway.

That helped a little. The pain. You did it again, satisfying the demon within and hissing out a breath at the sharp sting each nail made as they buried into your flesh. Then. You breathed in and out like your father taught you. Slow and steady.

Inhale: one, two, three... Exhale: one, two, three...

Then repeat as many times as it takes to appease the angelic grace entwined within your soul.

When your blood was at war it felt like the epic internal battle of a Jedi struggling with the force -you had forced your father, Cas, to watch the recent Star Wars trilogy with you a couple of days before you left to meet Claire and really connected to the Kylo Ren/Ben Solo character and his dilemma of whether to embrace the pull to the light or give into the dark side- but a nephalem didn't have that choice. The only solution was to embrace it all, whatever murky shade of grey that turned out to be. But there were times you still struggled with it, times you wished you had more control over your heart and mind.

Times like now with that fucking bartender. Who even has frosted tips anymore, seriously?! What a douche.

He knew something and he wasn't telling you, you could hear his heart beat just a fraction quicker when he lied.

You let out a frustrated howl and kicked at the puddle, splashing and jumping until your boots and pant legs were soaked. You growled and fisted your hair in your hands and pulled. Frustrated to no end.

"Now that's a losing battle, if I ever did see one." Said a husky voice and you spun around to nothing but shadows behind you at the mouth of the alley.

What? "Who said that?"

"Don't get me wrong, that was entertaining as hell but that puddle's always going to be a puddle." A man stepped out of the shadows with a twisted smirk. "Unless you have the right tools... Maybe a mop and bucket." Oh, he thinks he's funny. You didn't laugh, you glared and he stepped directly under the flood light near the rear door. He pumped his eyebrows once and rubbed the trimmed scruff on his chin. "Geez, tough crowd. Why you so pissy, squirt?"

"Fuck off." Your guard was up.

"Big language for such a little girl. You're trouble, aren't you?" He said with a deep laugh. He fucking laughed. And took a step closer when you didn't respond. "You kiss your momma with that mouth?"

"My mother would rip you to shreds just for sneaking up on me."

Seriously, how'd he do that? You were usually hyper aware of your surroundings... but you were also in your head, duelling it out.

He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your wet jeans sticking to your calves. His tongue teased his bottom lip and he met your stare again. You scowled knowing exactly what he was thinking and crossed your arms in front of your chest to obstruct his view.

"You got some fire in you, squirt."

Screw you, pretty boy.

"Call me, squirt, one more time. I. Dare. You." You said through clenched teeth and stepped out of the puddle, bringing you chest to chest with this man.

Okay, maybe chest to chin -you still had to look up at him- but you weren't as small as he made you sound, at least you didn't think so. But one thing was for sure, you were a lot older than you looked, probably older than him... but you were kind of immortal too, so there was that.

You looked near the same age though, for what it's worth, and you felt young. Out from under your parents' -hypothetical for the most part- wing for the first time. No more babysitter.

He looked amused, "Okay, little trouble. Wanna tell me what's got your feathers in a fluff?"

"The hell do you care?"

His expression turned emotionless like a poker face, "Maybe I don't." Then he smiled, "Or maybe, I do."

You knew where you'd seen him before now, playing pool inside, "How'd you do with your little side hustle?"

"Oh, I cleaned up," he smirked, he saw you watching him inside. "I'm Dean, by the way... Winchester. And you are?" He asked, keeping his arms crossed against his chest and mirroring you.

"Leaving," you said quietly and unintentionally shoving your shoulder into his as you walked for the exit of the alley.

Fucking Dean Winchester. You knew exactly who he was, you just didn't know what he looked like, until now. Your father warned you to stay away. Said he was the type to shoot first and ask questions later and if he found out you were a nephalem, that's exactly what he'd do.

"Hold up a second, squirt." He called as he jogged after you and grabbed your arm.

Dean yanked you back and you spun around, twisting out of his hold. You smacked him in the chest and he shoved back into the brick wall. Hard. You always forget how fragile humans were, you didn't spend much time with them after all.

He huffed like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. His eyes wide and watching you. Yeah, you were strong as hell and that was only ten percent. You felt a little bad for the poor guy but he did ask for it. You clearly wanted to be left alone.

"I told you not to call me that!" You growled, pointing your finger in his face. "I don't have time for this."

"Why? Got some mailboxes to knock over?" He teased and rubbed his chest when you backed off. "Oh, please tell me you're gonna spray paint obscene doodles on the billboard across the street... I'll help. Need a lookout?"

If he was flirting, it wasn't landing and if he was teasing, it was pissing you off. You weren't some teenager tagging billboards, even if that jackass CEO, Dick Roman, deserved it. You didn't know why, you just didn't like him or his cheesy smile, but he'd get his, they usually do. 

"What do you want?" You huffed at him, glancing down at his hands just in case. 

You heard the stories of the Winchester brothers. They weren't opposed to sucker punches, especially with an angel blade. Even if an angel blade could hardly hurt you, your mother trained you to always be prepared, vigilant.

"You were asking around about a blonde girl, Claire Novak, I'm a friend of hers. Actually, more like a big brother and I haven't been able to reach her." He confessed and took a step forward, then another and another until you were the one backed up against the opposite wall of the alleyway. "What do you want with her?"

For a human, you had to admit, he was fucking intimidating. His eyes hooded, nostrils flared and you felt his hand fist the collar of your t-shirt. You could easily push him off if you wanted but the brush of his knuckles over your collarbone made your knees knock together and you practically swallowed your tongue.

The feuding blood in your veins quieted as your heart beat a little faster and sweat broke out across your skin. Your lips fell open and you just stared up at him. At a loss for words.

Was this what it was like to feel... human? Desire? Vulnerability?

But you weren't vulnerable, not physically, your power outmatched that of a nephilim. Nephilim had the inconvenience of having to be half-human where that half of you was all demon. Pure darkness and indignation.

Being a nephalem wasn't easy. Especially being the only one ever known to exist. You had to carve your own path.

You had a conscience about the bad things you did and a will to do good, but nothing was ever that simple. You'd do a good deed to appease the angel grace pumping in your veins but it would always turn out sideways. And when you did something bad -perhaps out of selfishness and greed- you'd feel bad.

Demons had it easy. Do what you want, when you want. Angels had it even better though, their good always turned out good. Despite the fact that not all angels were all that good and not all demons were all bad.

If they couldn't figure it out with one blood line, how would you?

You felt like you were constantly at battle with yourself. But, at least, you weren't human.

Compared to the man in front of you, he was like a fly. A gnat. And you'd toy with him for a bit if he could keep making you feel this way.

Calm.

The crimson waters in your veins were quiet -for the first time in sooo long- and all you had to do was look into his eyes. They were hooded in the darkness of the night but you felt it, his soul staring back at you. You often wondered if you had a soul.

Probably, everything else seemed to have one.

Perhaps, not everything about being human was terrible. It beat the hell out of the internal anguish, always fighting with yourself, always angry. And suddenly you never wanted Dean to leave. Even if your father did warn you about him.

Maybe humans were powerful after all. Maybe, it was just this one human.

You grabbed his wrist above his watch -his fist still clutching your collar- and exhaled over his lips, only an inch away from yours. His breathing turned sharp too and you smelt whiskey on his breath. Peach whiskey. You gave him a cheeky smile.

That was a chick's drink.

"Why are you looking for Claire?" He repeated, his eyes somehow darker in the shadow of the night.

"She's my friend," you lied, continuing to pretend he had you right where he wanted you.

It was really the other way around.

"You're friends?"

You nodded, "Yeah, some people have those."

You kind of wished Castiel had told Dean about you. It wouldn't come as such a surprise then. Maybe you could hide it, though, and tag along to find your sister. It could be fun to watch the brothers in action. Plus, everything was so quiet around him. Even in his intensity and you didn't want it to stop.

"Claire doesn't have friends." He stated.

"She has at least one."

He didn't need to know that you were kind of related to Claire, just that you didn't mean her any harm. Most of the time. Sometimes she pissed you off and sometimes you pissed her off.

"Wait, friend as in 'friend'?" He said as if he used air quotes but he didn't let go of your shirt collar to actually make them.

What the hell else did 'friend' mean? -Ohhhh... good for Claire. But gross, she was your sister. You had flashbacks to reading fanfics of Sam-slash-Dean online. Your father told you to stay away, but you were curious and although it may not have proven for the most serious intel on the boys, the stories were captivating. 

You scrunched up your face and stared at him. You couldn't tell him you were sisters. So, you just shook your head.

Dean laughed, "Huh, didn't know that kid could stop pissing people off for a second long enough to make a friend."

You nodded but frowned when he released your shirt collar and took away his hand. If you had wanted him to back off, you would've made him. You kept a hold of his wrist.

"Let go, little devil."

If only he knew how ironic that nickname was. You were the daughter of a demon not Lucifer but, same diff; it was close enough.

You let him go. You didn't want to, but you did.

"Do you know where she is?" You asked, both wanting to keep the conversation going and needing the answer.

"Nope. Was hoping you did."

"The bartender knows something." You mumbled.

You breathed a heavy breath, letting the anger from before defuse a little as it tried to resurface. No losing control this time. Your parents weren't here to help you this time. No cleaning up any messes. You were on your own. Like you wanted.

"Let's go talk to him, then." Dean grinned and patted your shoulder.

His hand slid down to the small of your back as he led you back around to the entrance of the bar. Every ounce of anger flushed away with his touch and you no longer felt that inch of demon blood in your veins.

_____

Dean wiped the blood from his knuckles with a rag from the trunk of a shiny black muscle car parked in the lot. You stood next to him and watched stoically as he did so. He glanced up at you and mistook your awe for fear.

"I'm sorry. I should've warned you when someone messes with my family, I get-" He started in a soft voice but cut himself off before he could finish. "Just sometimes, things get... messy."

Messy?! He beat the ever-loving hell out of that bartender when the guy hit on you again and evaded all your questions... Until he didn't.

Dean was just as fucked up as you were. He was angry and at war with himself, constantly, you could see it. You saw that look in the mirror all the time. He took the bloodiest route to being good. He was all shades of grey, just like you. And you had to admire how much he cared about the people he thought of as family.

"Don't ever let a man disrespect you like that." He locked eyes with you.

Something different in his gaze this time. Warmer and intense. Too intense, you had to look away.

You never did let guys get away with it, but you couldn't exactly go all super-girl on the bartender's ass either with Dean watching, now could you? Super-girl was a hero, though... You weren't the villain but you weren't the heroine either. Maybe an anti-hero, actually? Like Ben Solo? You could live with that.

"So, what now?" You asked, sitting on the edge of the open trunk next to him. "We go to this Haden-guy's cabin in the woods? Sounds like a trap."

The bartender said Claire had her eye on some regular guy all night but never talked to him. Though, she did leave right after he did. That was the only lead we had since this shit-hole had no working security cameras.

"Exactly, that's why we're gonna get Sammy first." He said, tossing the bloody rag into the trunk and securing the hidden hatch shut after pulling out a case of silver bullets.

Sammy, his little brother, you knew as much about the boys as every other demon or angel. You just didn't know how being around Dean would affect you.

"Where's Sam?"

Dean gave you a half smirk and a little shrug of his shoulders, then he winked at you. And what the hell did that mean?

Oh wait, you suddenly remembered seeing a walking L'oreal-ad-of-a-man, matching Sam's description, flirting with the waitress before stomping out to the back alley to have your little temper tantrum like a child. You blew off steam though without hurting anyone so you weren't embarrassed. That was a win in your book.

"I'll go get him, you wait here." Dean said, cocking his freshly loaded gun with silver bullets and tucking it into the back of his jeans. "Don't disappear on me, little devil."

You smiled, actually starting to like that nickname as you watched him walk towards the motel across the parking lot. He knocked on room number sixteen and waited a long moment before he pounded harder on it.

You stretched out your legs and pushed up from the edge of the trunk but something kept your ass in place. Like you were frozen, sort of, you could only move further into the trunk.

Something was wrong.

You glanced back quickly before Dean could notice you struggling to stand up like an ordinary human. You twisted in your seat but there was nothing unusual in the trunk, then you looked up at the lid.

Fucking hell.

There was a demon trap on the upside of the trunk lid. You glanced back at Dean who was now striding back towards you on bowed legs.

Shit. You twisted your arm above you and scratched at the edge of the trap. Glad that the front of the car was facing Dean instead of the back. 

"He'll be out in a minute," Dean said, rounding the back of the Impala just as you snapped up from your seat and slammed the lid shut. He narrowed his eyes on you, "Everything all right?"

"Yeah, peachy." You dusted off the back of your black skinny jeans ungracefully.

"O-kay," he stared at you for a moment as you shifted from heel to heel, "Get in the car."

You walked around to his side of the car, knowing Sam probably had dibs on the passenger seat and opened the rear door. You hesitated and looked inside, checking for more demon traps.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked and you noted Sam exiting the motel room, he walked towards you as he buttoned up his blue flannel and straightened his jeans. "Don't tell me you're scared?"

"Hardly," you said unconvincingly and crawled into the backseat when you didn't see any reason not to.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, Baby here is stocked up like a tank, we can take whatever's waiting for us. Trust me."

He was cocky, wasn't he, but it made you laugh. He had even more artillery than he thought, with you around.

Dean shut the door behind you and dumped himself into the driver's seat, Sam joining only moments later.

"Uh, hi?" Sam said to you, half turned in his seat.

"Hi," you waved shyly.

He was a lot bigger in person. The top of his head nearly hit the roof and his hair was gorgeous and thick. You played with the ends of your hair, wishing you had less split ends. Maybe you should cut it. Also, what kind of all powerful nephalem still gets split ends?! Talk about unfair.

"She's a friend of Claire's." Dean said, revving up the engine and peeling off down the road.

You didn't know how he knew where he was going. You didn't look at any maps with him. Maybe they'd been here longer than you and already surveyed the area? Claire probably called them too, you didn't have a cell phone and relied on her praying to you when she needed you. She didn't always trust you'd show up and she wouldn't have told them about you.

"Does 'the friend of Claire's' have a name?"

Sam asked his brother and side eyed you.

"Yeah, of course she does."

"And?" Sam inquired.

Dean hesitated and chewed his lip as he glanced at you in the rearview mirror. He never asked. "What's your name, little devil?"

Sam screwed up his face and mouthed 'little devil' dubiously to himself. You guessed it wasn't a typical nickname he gave women.

"Y/N."

You didn't give a last name. You supposed you didn't really have one. Castiel and Meg could never settle on one long enough.

"Y/N," Dean repeated in his deep voice. It felt like wings in your stomach to hear him say your name. "You don't look like a Y/N."

"Well, it's the only name I got." You snapped, a little hurt. You liked your name, it was the only thing your parents ever truly agreed on.

Dean chuckled and glanced back in the mirror again. "You’re cute when you're frustrated, Y/N."

The dork was teasing you. He either thought he was funny or flirting, you couldn't tell which. Maybe both, you didn't like it. It was new territory for you. You didn't often bother with humans, but Dean was different. He was a lot like you in many ways and he was -mostly- adorable. When he wasn't intentionally trying to be annoying. 

You blushed -first time that ever happened- and kept quiet for the rest of the drive. Dean explained to Sam what you were about to walk in on and they already seemed to know it was werewolves so you didn't bother to pipe up.

The woods were dark and the sound of wind eerily howled through the treetops. You'd have shivered if you were scared at all but you couldn't be harmed, not really. Someone would really have to get the drop on you for that to happen. And what else was there to be scared of?

You only worried about Dean. It was nice having him around. You realized now why your father liked him so much. You didn't know Sam all that well, though and he kept giving you ‘off’ glances as if he was trying to figure you out. As if he knew you were hiding something.

Barbie doll was too smart for his own good.

"Here, take this?" Dean said, shoving a silver gun in your hands after he'd parked down the road from Haden's cabin.

"Uh-" you held it between your forefinger and thumb, as if you really didn't want to hold it. You never used a gun before. You never had to and you rather not. "I'm good, thanks."

You tried to hand it back to him before it went off. As if it was that touchy. He just stared at you confused.

"You need something to defend yourself. You have done this before, right? Hunting? You're a hunter?"

"Yeah, totally!" You over sold it.

Sure, you hunted before, but you used your powers and let’s face it, nothing was ever a challenge. Even a pack of werewolves couldn't take you. You could fight and hold your own but you never needed a gun.

But how could you tell Dean that?

You stared at the gun, still holding it in the air between you and he sighed, "Here, hold it like this."

Dean stalked behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You felt his chest on your back and you leaned back into him. Looking over your shoulder at his face next to yours. He let out a single puff of air, amused, and turned your head forward again with his hand on your chin.

His scruff brushed your cheek as he lined up the gun in both of your hands in front of you. You smelt sweet peaches on his breath again and melted in his arms as much as you could without him really noticing.

"Finger off the trigger. This hand-" he grabbed your non-dominant hand and wrapped it around the other already gripping the gun, "-goes here. Keep your thumb there." He pointed to the switch next to your thumb, "Safety's on," he switched it off, revealing a red dot in its place, "Off. Line up this point with this one." He pointed out the sights of the gun. "Never point it at anyone you don't plan on shooting. Got it?" 

"Got it," you breathed. 

Dean switched the safety back on and let you get used to the feel of it in your hands. You could use this hunk of metal one time, you guessed. 

If a human could then why not? You were superior in every way. Super-powered anti-hero in human disguise to the rescue! 

It was quiet outside in the woods as you inched towards the cabin. And before you knew it, you were inside searching for signs of Claire when you heard the boys bashing around in the other room. Grunting and smashing into things. Glass breaking and shots firing.

You had split up and with no sign of Claire you made your way back to them to help out. Finding Dean pinned by three werewolves while Sam fought off one with another on his back trying desperately to bite his neck.

The pack was bigger than the boys anticipated. And brawling. 

You didn't expect aiming the gun to be so difficult and after missing the first couple shots -hitting the drywall in front of Sam and scaring the shit out of him, which he showed with a glare in your direction and a shout of 'Stop helping!'- you aimed again. At the werewolf on Sam's back and shut your eyes.

You squeezed the trigger fast three times then listened as a body fell to the floor.

Thump.

You grit your teeth together, hoping and praying and peeled open your eyes.

Sam was still standing. Thank granddad. Dean would've hated you for friendly fire. You aimed at the werewolves standing over Dean next and emptied the rest of the clip into them. 

They fell to the floor and Dean fought off the last one as Sam finished off the other. 

Then things were silent again. 

"Holy shit! Good shootin', little devil." Dean laughed and fell against the wall to catch his breath. 

Sam just clenched his jaw and glared at you. 

What was his problem? Did he know you closed your eyes? You aimed better that way anyways. 

"Where's Claire?" Sam grunted and rubbed his neck where the werewolf had tried to bite him. But his hand was covered in blood, "Dammit."

"What?" Dean asked, standing tall and glancing at Sam's hand. "You're bit?... Sammy?!" 

Dean's hands were in his hair and he spun around on his heel in disbelief. Then stalked over to his brother and pulled aside Sam's shirt collar.

"No. Fuck, no!" Dean shouted and punched the wall next to them. 

Then he threw the only lamp left standing across the room. It shattered in his fit of rage and he pulled down the bookcase for good measure. 

You set down your gun and padded over to Sam. Sam, eyeing you the whole time with zero trust in his stare. You popped up on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his shoulders to whisper in his ear. 

"Close your eyes." 

Sam furrowed his brow while Dean was busy hyperventilating in the corner. Rubbing his hands all over his face and scrolling through contacts on his phone, probably trying to find some non-existent cure.

But Sam was bit and Sam would turn if you didn't do anything.

"Trust me for one minute. What do you have to lose?" You whispered again and Sam let his eyes fall shut.

You placed your palm over the bite and channelled your energy into healing him. A blue light pulsed from your hand and Sam hissed. It probably stung like a bitch. But it beat turning into a werewolf and having to munch on cow hearts just to survive.

You wiped away the blood from his neck with your sleeve, inspecting your work. The skin was perfectly smooth like the wolf's fangs never punctured through.

You smiled, finally something went the way you planned. Doing good felt good, when it went right.

"How do you feel?" You asked just to make sure.

"Better, I guess." Sam's eyes fluttered open and met yours. His gaze of hazel softer than before, though still hesitant. "Thank you, I think."

"No biggie. Just a little spell I picked up over the years." You shrugged. You didn't think the boys noticed the lie.

Them thinking you dabbled in witchcraft was probably safer than them knowing the truth. At least for now.

Dean stood up, hanging up his phone mid-ring and walking over to Sam to check out his no longer existent wound. He glanced at you and you noticed his itchy trigger finger at his side.

"You're a witch?" Dean accused as if you kicked his puppy.

"No."

"Bullshit! That wasn't elementary magic, Y/N!" He shouted but still didn't raise his gun.

"Dean, calm down, man. She saved my life." Sam said, stepping partially in front of you. "Just this once, don't freak out how you always do."

Huh, save his life once and the big guy's already on your side. A turn of events you didn't see coming. Maybe there was more to him than just barbie doll hair and fault-finding glares. He knew you were hiding the truth but he didn't seem to care anymore.

"Shut it, Sam." Dean gave his brother a sideways look. "You know how I feel about witches. Blood sacrifices, hex bags and bones everywhere. There's always a price with them."

He gestured towards you and you scowled back at him. Not only a little hurt because you just said you weren't a witch but also because... didn't he feel what was between you, too? Or was it all one sided?

Maybe you should've let Sam die. He'd still think you were human then. You could've hidden that part of you forever. Or, at least, until he started to notice you weren't aging.

But, no, Sam was cool. You were glad you saved him. Maybe you could erase Dean's memory of the past five minutes. You never tried that before but it should be possible, right?

"'M not a witch," you mumbled and watched your boots. "I'm not bad, I want to be good."

That was true. It was the most honest you'd been with a human or anyone ever and you really wanted Dean to like you. Maybe this was the way to go. With honesty.

"I could've hurt you. I could've killed you both." You glanced up and met Sam's hazel eyes then Dean's green ones. "And I wouldn't need the gun to do it."

It was a bit of a threat, but an honest one. And they both seemed to get the weight of your words when neither one of them looked away. They looked anxious like they didn't want to be caught off guard by your next move.

"I'm on your side as long as you're on mine-" you cut yourself off thinking you heard something.

There it was again. Like a banging in the distance. Did they hear it too? You furrowed your brow when you noticed Dean was speaking.

"What do you-"

"Shh," you cut him off and titled your head towards the noise to hear better.

Dean took a couple steps towards you. A glint in his eye.

"Did you just shush me, little dev-"

"Shhhhhh!" You shushed, pressing your palm over his mouth and listening intently.

Dean raised his eyebrows and you felt a smirk tug at his lips, which he clearly failed to hide and Sam huffed out a laugh at the scene.

"Do you guys hear that?" You asked but didn't remove your hand from Dean's mouth so he just shook his head.

"What is it?" Sam inquired.

Dean rolled his eyes and muttered something muffled. You flattened your hand over his mouth more and he groaned but didn't move away. He looked silently amused. Maybe, even... turned on?

"Claire," you said and the boys' eyes widened.

You walked away from them, towards the back of the house and then outside. Sam followed first, nearly tripping over your heels as you led him towards a shed at the edge of the property. Where the banging got louder to the point where you knew they could hear it too.

Dean came up from behind, all man-on-a-mission like, and pushed you both aside. He tried the door knob and when it didn't budge he proceeded to throw his body against the door. But it was sturdy as hell and he was only human.

You put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. Dean puffed hard and gave you a questioning look.

You punched out the deadbolt and twisted the knob until it gave way and the door slowly pushed open.

You smiled up at him and held out your hand as if to say, after him.

Let him go first. Let him feel useful.

He puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders. Silly, little human... but cute, silly, little human.

Dean took the opportunity and entered first, gun drawn. Sam next. Then you padded in afterwards, seeing Claire tied to a chair that was bolted to the ground.

Her wrists were bloody and raw and her nose looked busted. You scrunched up your face, hating seeing her hurt like that and waited for Dean to first untie her before you made your way over to her. 

Claire ripped the duct tape from her mouth, "About time you showed up," she snapped at you. 

"You were supposed to wait for me." You growled back, already feeling that anger bubble up within again. "Ungrateful, little-"

"Thank you." 

She must've seen the surprise on your face and started laughing. 

"It's way too easy to bust your balls, Y/N, lighten up a little, would you?" She smiled and you saw the blood dripping from her nose and staining her teeth. "I'm starving. Got anything to eat?"

Sisters are a pain in the ass. You didn't care if you were supposed to love her. She was beyond difficult and she knew it. But, you did still love her.

You touched her forehead, fingertips humming and glowing blue for a moment as you healed her. You didn't care if the boys saw, they already knew something was up.

And after everything, you wouldn't be so easily dismissed if they decided you were a threat. Dean was yours -you decided- but you wouldn't force him even if you could make his life a living hell if he didn't want to be a part of yours. You needed him to keep those parts of you quiet and he was damaged, too. He could use you, too. You could help him; help each other. You could try. But would he let you? If not, maybe you could be satisfied with just checking up on him from time to time. 

You hesitated a glance up at Dean, expecting contempt in his eyes. You should probably leave, take the memory of the way he calmed you and use that as an anchor, don't sully it with the look he'd give you now. Or when he found out what you were -who you were. But you couldn't stop your eyes from finding his. And you couldn't decipher the look.

"I need a drink," Dean started, "and a burger." He looked at Claire, "I'm phoning Jody." Then back to you, "And we're gonna talk about this. All of it."

You nodded and waited for them to lead the way back to the Impala. You hung back with Claire.

"Do they know?" Claire whispered over to you.

You shook your head, feeling what could only be described as bubbles in your stomach. You decided it must be butterflies. You never had them before now.

What was Dean doing to you?

The more he looked at you the more you felt the way humans were supposed to feel. But you didn't think you were changing at all, not on a molecular level, anyways.

"Are you gonna tell them?" She asked.

You shrugged, you didn't want to talk about it, you didn't want to think about it. Claire didn't seem to understand and continued. As sisters do.

"Do you want me to talk to him? Maybe Castiel could-"

"No." You answered flatly.

Your mess, your problem. You didn't want your father cleaning things up for you again. Although, this time things were different, cleaner. You could keep it that way. You wouldn't hurt them and you wouldn't force them.

You wouldn't use your powers against them at all; you promised yourself.

"Cass?" Dean overheard and turned around to walk backwards. "You know Cass?"

Fucking Claire.

Don't lie. Don't lie. Don't lie... -Okay, little lie. Tiny little white lie. Teeny-weeny. 

"No-"

"-Yes." Claire answered at the same time as you.

Fucking sisters, you scowled to yourself.

"A little," you corrected yourself.

That wasn't a lie, was it?

"Mmm," Dean sighed and pointed. "No more lying, little devil."

"Oh, for the love of-" Claire exhaled way harder than necessary. She had less patience than you. You would've thought she was half demon. "He's her father!"

"Claire!" You growled.

Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Do not kill her!

You glared.

Inhale. Exhale.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks, you didn't notice until you ran face first into his chest.

"Ouch," you grumbled and rubbed out the pain from your nose.

You were all powerful, sure, but you still felt pain. And your eyes watered.

"Your Cass' kid?" Dean grabbed your shoulders and really looked at you. "How?"

You didn't look much like your father. You had Y/H/C hair and raven eyes. If it weren't for the whites around your eyes you could pass as a demon even when you didn't lose control. That was the main reason everyone was always scared of you. You looked -you laughed at yourself- like a little devil.

You could act like an angel a hundred percent of the time and as soon as they found out you were part demon and nephalem, not nephilim, they'd only see that and scatter.

Bite the bullet. Come clean. But if Dean didn't like you as a witch then-

"Remember Cass had that demon girlfriend?" Claire continued, as always, not minding her own damn business.

"Meg?" Sam asked, he'd stopped too.

The fucking car was right there. Thirty feet away! So close, yet might as well be an ocean away.

"So, you're a nephalem?" Sam asked again.

Did this guy live in a monster library?! Seriously, didn't he know someone with such great hair shouldn't be a total nerd, too. Like give the less L'oreal-inclined a chance, for crying out loud.

You didn't know what to say. You couldn't deny it and you refused to defend yourself to measly humans who'd probably still judge you by your eyes despite anything you said.

So, you nodded. And you realized Dean was still clutching your shoulders, a little tighter now that you noticed.

"Cass and Meg?" Dean said aloud like he was trying to process the information but his brain wouldn't let him.

You didn't dare move a muscle, not because you were scared but because you were scared of scaring them off. So, you just kept your eyes on his green orbs. Willing him to feel anything other than contempt for the demon blood inside you. 

How did puppy dog eyes go again? Castiel taught you it in case you ever came across the Winchester brothers. He said it would come in handy as opposed to using your powers. Not everything had to be taken by force. Not everything had to be a feat of strength. 'Sometimes honey works better than vinegar', he told you.

You ran down the checklist in your mind: (1) tilt your head down, (2) soften eyebrows, (3) look through your lashes, and (4) open your eyes just a fraction more -but not too much or you look surprised, not adorable. We want adorable. Oh! And (5) -this one was optional- pout your lips. This step was always a fail for you, though... you disregarded it and followed through with the rest.

Sam was soulless once and Dean still loved him. You had a soul, you thought, would he see it in your raven eyes?

Claire broke the silence, slicing through the thick air with her loud voice, "She has a temper sometimes, but she's never hurt anyone that didn't deserve it. Can you guys say the same about yourselves?" What was she doing? You knew they couldn't, that's one reason your father wanted you to stay away. "Because I can't."

"So you're part angel, part...?" Dean asked, his hand sliding over your cheek to brush at the skin under your eye.

Puppy dog look was working! That never happened before! You were giddy inside but kept the look, letting him explore the depths of your eyes, letting him see everything.

"Part demon."

"No human?"

"Not enough to count."

There was a fraction of you that was human. The equivalent to a 0.0001 percent on an ancestry test.

When you were a child you wanted to be human, you refused to use your powers even and asked your parents if you could go to school with the other kids. But you grew faster than them so you weren't allowed.

That's partially why it's taken so long to learn your powers, why you stayed with your parents until now and you still struggled with keeping control; because you kept them caged up for so long, like a wild animal and now they raged against you with any strong emotion. Pain, pleasure, fear, anger, anything in excess was a trigger.

"So, 'little devil', huh? You must've had fun with that one." Dean chuckled and you placed your hand over his still cupping your cheek.

His skin was warm on yours but, funny thing was, you never felt cold until you felt him.

"You have no idea." You smiled sweetly.

Again, not the daughter of the devil but demon was close enough. Lucifer was kind of your grandfather by creation, or your uncle? Both? You didn’t know, those things were hard to keep track of and you weren’t on speaking terms anyways. 

"Do you eat?" Dean asked.

You shrugged, "Sometimes."

"But you don't have to, do you?"

"No." You admitted and looked away. "I do love anything with cheese, though. Cheese is the greatest thing your kind ever invented... food wise."

"Really? Not chocolate?" Claire gaped.

"Umm," you thought about it, "it's a close second."

Dean laughed with a warm smile, "Let's get you something cheesy, then."

You beamed.

You honestly didn't expect Dean to react this way. You thought it probably had a lot to do with Castiel being your father. They seemed close, in the past. Or you were getting played, big time.

Let him try something if that's what he was up to. He couldn't hurt you and chances were if he could, he wouldn't know how tonight. They'd have to research since even you didn't know your weaknesses, there wasn't much lore on the matter. 

You wanted to trust Dean and it was kind of fun to play human while you were around them so you tagged along to the restaurant. 

Claire frowned and pouted as she ate her pasta forcefully. You thought she bit her fork once but kept going. There was sauce all over her chin. 

Dean had called Jody on the ride to the diner and Jody chewed her out over not waiting for backup. She deserved it, but it was a little harsh.

Claire saved a couple of kids from that shed before she got nabbed. It wasn't just that she let her guard down. She did good.

You didn't tell her that, though. It would only enable her and if anything happened to her you knew your father would be upset. She was a small human, not incapable but there was an advantage to being either powerful, like you, or big and strong like Dean and Sam.

"Earth to Y/N." Dean waved a hand in front of your face.

You didn't realize you'd been staring at his forearms, the sleeves of his flannel rolled up just enough for you to see his muscles move as he ate his cheeseburger. Sam had a salad, what the hell? Didn't a moose need more fuel?

"How's your poutine?"

"Pure cheesy goodness." You sighed and picked out another fry, twirling the melted cheese onto the end of it and sticking it between your lips.

You hummed at the taste. When Dean asked if you'd ever tried poutine and you said 'No', he completely flipped out and demanded you order it. There were no regrets but your mind was wandering with him sitting right in front of you. There was nowhere else to look and he was a masterpiece. 

Sam had his perks, too, his shoulders were massive and you never noticed things like that on humans before but you think you liked that. Big shoulders. Dean had them, too. Must run in the family. 

You sucked the gravy from your fingers and let out a slow breath with a little sigh. It sounded like a light moan.

"Y/N," Claire hissed and elbowed you and you saw her blush. "Can't you be normal? One time?"

You pouted -not really sure what the big deal was, it wasn't that loud- and picked up another fry. It's been a while since you ate anything, since you didn't really need to eat anything and it tasted really good.

You held up the fry, sticking out your tongue and sucking the melted cheese thread from the end of it into your mouth. You circled the tip of your tongue, collecting the thread until the fry met your lips and Claire jabbed you in the side again. 

You glared at her, muttered a 'What?!' and rolled your eyes. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Dean asked, his gaze heavy and his food left abandoned on his plate as he watched you.

"Mhm. Want some?" You offered innocently and sucked the gravy from your thumb.

"No. I'm having fun watching you, little devil. Keep going." He said and wet his bottom lip.

What did he just say?! You blushed. Hard.

You absolutely loved the butterflies he made come to life in your chest and stomach. Yeah, you were keeping him.

"Here. Just use this," Claire shoved the unused fork next to your plate at you. "And stop moaning, for fuck's sake."

"Sorry," you grabbed the fork and stuck it into a couple of fries. "Happy now?" You asked sarcastically, demonstrating the use of a fork by shovelling it into your mouth like Claire had done with her pasta.

You pouted to yourself, it tasted better with your fingers. That was weird, though, right? Next time you'd get it to go and eat alone in your motel room the way you wanted. 

You'd given up on being normal a long time ago. Weird was your forte. You were Castiel's daughter, after all, and Castiel was the king of weird. He made it cool. 

Your father brought you up to love yourself and Claire was just being Claire. Sometimes you got along and other times, you didn't. You thought having the boys here kind of put her on edge, too. Like she wanted them to approve of her and by extension, you. 

You had an inkling Dean approved of your eating methods, though. Maybe not Sam, even if he was all shades of red right now, and avoiding all eye contact, and he kept shifting in his seat like he was uncomfortable. It was funny. 

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Dean refused to stay at the motel near the dive you met him at -the closest motel in town- and instead drove for two hours to the next one. Which didn't look a whole lot better. It could only have, like, maybe half a star more than the last place. 

You had a room all to yourself, as did Claire and the boys shared a room with the two queen beds. In the morning they were set to drive Claire back home to Jody and the others. They wanted to make sure she actually got there and didn't run off again to do something stupid, as usual.

You didn't think it would matter, she would do whatever she wanted as soon as she got the chance. So, why delay the inevitable? As long as she called when she got in a jam and kept someone up to date on where and what she was hunting, you let her do her thing.

Even if the worst were to happen, you could always bring her back. You successfully resurrected a bird last summer. Castiel tried to explain balancing the universe or something but you didn't understand letting things suffer if you could give them a second chance. 

Like the bird who was minding his own business, pecking for worms in the grass in the rain when this plump house-cat came along and snatched him up. That bird probably had a nest to feed and that cat was just bored. You gave him a second chance. How could that be a bad thing?

That being said, you weren't about to take any strolls through the cemetery to awaken the dead. Even you had your limits. But you'd break the rules for the select few you truly cared about.

You sat on the edge of the bed in your motel room, flipping aimlessly through the five channels on TV. It was late, you were bored and you didn't sleep. You should've told Dean not to bother with a room for you but you didn't want to leave them just yet and he didn't ask.

Three quick knocks came at your door and you checked the digital clock on the bedside table.

Three-O-two A.M.

You shut off the TV -not wanting to watch the weather channel anymore, it was boring and repetitive, but you liked the tune they played in the background over and over- and walked towards the door. You undid the locks and opened the door.

You understood why people in horror movies were usually scared if something like this happened, but when you're nearly invincible, nothing like that really scares you anymore. Other things scared you, though, like if Dean left without you in the morning.

Sure, you could easily find him anywhere he went, but if he didn't want you around... that would be scary. Because, you really liked him and you drew the line at actually forcing yourself on him, even in a friendship.

But there he was, standing in your doorway and looking like he'd just woken up.

"Hey," he rasped, "Can I come in?"

"'Course," you stepped aside and shut the door behind him. "Something the matter?"

"Uh," he brushed his bedhead back in an attempt to comb it and glanced around the room. His green eyes settling on your still-made-up bed. "You don't sleep?"

It was more of a statement but you answered anyway.

"Do angels or demons sleep?" You shrugged and he acknowledged with a nod. "Dean? Are you okay? You look frazzled."

He laughed at your term and hung his shoulders as if you saw right through him and he knew he couldn't hide it with you. He sighed and sat on the edge of your bed, head in his hands.

"I had a nightmare." He swallowed like he was waiting for you to laugh, but you didn't. "It's always the same fucking thing." He continued and you stayed silent, crawling into a spot next to him on the bed. He didn't look at you and exhaled again. "I'm back in that house and it's burning, but I can't find Sammy and my dad's... just -gone. I feel the heat on my skin and in my lungs and I can't breathe… and then, I wake up, and I still can't breathe.” He looked up, finally meeting your eyes. "I don't know why or how, but... I can take a breath around you." He lifted his shoulders and turned towards you. "I had to make sure you were still here."

"I am," you nodded and smiled softly, "Is that a good thing?"

He huffed out a laugh, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah, I'm your inhaler."

"Damn, sweetheart, you really do take after Cass, don't you?" Dean smirked.

You were aware of how clueless your father was with pop culture references, it was something you were working on with him. You supposed you took after him a little, you always liked when people pointed out your similarities, even with your mother, too. Not all stuff demon was bad.

"Like father, like daughter." You shrugged. 

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When Dean wasn't paying attention -lost in your raven eyes- you hit him in the face with one of your pillows. His face blanched and you giggled and spun away from him. His arms wrapping around your waist before you could hop off the bed.

"Naughty, little devil." He growled in your ear.

You barely hit him! And squirmed against his hold, I'll bet, not hard. You were pretending to be human again. It was nice for a change letting someone else be all powerful. Especially someone like Dean who felt powerless. You could see it in his eyes when he was talking about his nightmare. 

Your back pressed to his chest and you felt his heart beat fast against yours. You liked being in his arms, you never felt so calm with your blood moving as fast as it did. Usually when your heart beat fast it was because you were angry. Demon blood -almost literally- boiling. 

This feeling was so far from that. Your whole body buzzed like it was electrified and tingles curled your toes. Then Dean's palm found the hem of your shirt and snaked up underneath it, laying flat on the skin of your stomach.

Dean groaned and shifted behind you, his bowed legs wrapping around your hips and his arms pulling you with him as he leaned back against the headboard. He breathed hard into your hair and kissed your ear. 

"If Cass knew what I was thinking about his little girl right now..."

"I feel it, too." 

You threaded your fingers through his as he clutched you to him. Dean's grip easing a little as you melted into him. You turned your head to meet him with a slow, soft kiss and then he dropped his forehead to yours. 

You breathed heavy and added, "But stop mentioning my father."

Dean barked out a laugh and turned rosy, "Last time. Promise." And he kissed you again. 

"This is kind of crazy." You panted between kisses, neither of you pushing for more just yet.

"Mmm," Dean agreed, continuing to attack your lips until they felt swollen against his. "Do you wanna stop?"

"Never." You giggled. "Don't stop. Please."

You turned and straddled his lap. Dean brushed the hair from your face as he stared into your eyes. Frozen and lost in their endless depths.

"Your eyes are incredible," he breathed and you shied away. "Don't look away. Look at me."

You exhaled nervously and chewed your lip as you pressed your forehead to his and met his gaze again.

Nobody ever looked at you like that.

His hands on your back roamed up and down, squeezing anything he could get a grip on. His fingertips indenting your skin under your shirt when he held you and shifted his hips down the bed, just enough so you sat in his lap like a puzzle piece, as he leaned his mouth into yours and captured yours lips.

"It feels like you were made for me." Dean groaned and his hands fell to your ass. "We just fit so perfectly together."

He pushed your hips down and his bulge pressed between your legs making you moan softly in his ear. You were both still very clothed but it felt nice to finally fit with someone. Like you knew where you belonged all along.

"I need you." You breathed into his ear, sucking his lobe between your teeth and nibbling. You felt him catch his breath and kissed down his neck. "It feels right with you. Don't leave me, ever."

You knew you were coming on strong but he had to already know what he was getting into. Cass' daughter and a nephalem, stronger than any other being on earth including Chuck. He had to know you weren't some one night thing. He certainly looked at you like you weren't.

"I don't plan to." Dean vowed, tugging the hem of your shirt up.

You let him strip it off of you and he went for your bra next. Covering yourself when he threw the wire beast to the floor. He met your eyes lovingly.

"Don't hide from me, little devil." He murmured and pulled your arms away from your chest. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on."

"You really know how to make a girl melt, don't you?" You laughed and hugged him, pressing his cheek to your chest. "Your turn."

You leaned back from him and tugged his shirt over his head. Trailing your fingertips over his anti-possession tattoo while he watched you with lust blown green eyes.

Dean threw you onto your back and climbed over you, ravaging your neck as heat throbbed between your legs. You moaned and felt him pull at your leggings. He tugged them down to your knees and you heard the zipper of his jeans follow.

You pushed the rest of your clothes off with your heels and Dean rid himself of his, then plastered his body back to yours. Feeling every inch of his skin pressed against yours.

He settled between your legs and his green eyes met your raven ones. A smile quirked his lips and he kissed down your chest as he hooked your knee with his arm, spreading you open.

His lips teased your nipple and you whimpered and threaded your fingers through his hair. Tugging when he teased the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

Dean grunted and kissed his way back to your lips. Trailing his moist breath over your skin and sending shivers through your body, down to your toes.

Fuck, he felt good. 

Your body was humming when he nudged between your legs, lining himself up and thrusting inside of you in a single push. You cried out and held his shoulders, feeling him breath deep and his muscles move slowly as he rocked into the apex of your thighs.

Pleasure quickly filled your veins and you latched your ankles around his lower back, keeping him pressed to you. Your breasts flattened against his chest and his thrusts grew faster and stronger as you tried to keep up, moving your hips in time to meet him.

Your hips bumped into his and you felt his tummy tighten against yours as he grew more desperate for you. His hand gripped your ass as he pressed himself more into you and your fingers tangled into his hair at the sensation, pulling the short strands and making him groan.

Fuck, he felt great!

Inside of you, on top of you. You felt grounded like you belonged exactly where you were. Like this was always meant to happen. Like you couldn't contain whatever was building between you. Like you were about to burst in the most unimaginably delightful way.

He grunted in your ear and the heat between your legs blossomed, your eyes rolling behind your lids as you shut your eyes and rode out your orgasm. Holding onto him for dear life.

He was a god among men.

Dean groaned louder, feeling you clench around him as he continued to push into you again and again. Pumping a few more times as he chased his own end and he started to come. He breathed heavy and loud in your ear, burying himself inside you with one final thrust and holding your hip with his hand as you felt warmth spill inside of you.

You didn't know if you could actually get pregnant by being with a human, your body was still flesh and bone to a certain extent, but at the moment you didn't care.

Dean fell onto you, pressing you into the mattress and you held him, tracing circles along his shoulders with your nails and kissing his cheek. He sighed, hot breath in your hair and on your neck and his lips found yours again. Kissing you deep and needy until the urge for air burned your lungs.

"Y/N..." Dean started and puffed against your lips, still trying to catch his breath. "I..."

"What?"

"It's never been that good."

But he shook his head and kissed you again. His kisses soft and pliant, easing as his heart fell back into a steady rhythm.

You did it again about a half hour later. And showered together as the sun rose, barely getting any sleep. Or Dean barely got any sleep. You were sure today would be one of the lucky days that Sam actually got to drive the Impala and you planned to spend the car ride holding Dean as he slept in the backseat. 

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After dropping Claire off with Jody -whom you got to meet and genuinely liked- you tagged along with the boys to a few other cases along their route back to Lebanon. More than one of those cases taking you way out of the way.

The detour was scenic and pleasant and you weren't in a rush for the road trip to end. You weren't entirely sure it ever ended for them. And you wanted to stick around for a while, find your sea legs and stand on your own, but with them by your side. With him.

The infatuation didn't end in that motel room and neither did the sex. But it was getting harder and harder to find time alone and you were ready for some time with just Dean, a bed and maybe some cheese -not in bed but maybe between romps in it.

The Impala -or Baby, as Dean called her- rolled into Lebanon late in the afternoon and up to a red brick building that looked like a warehouse. This must've been the bunker that your father often talked about. And when the car took the road around the back towards the secret entrance to the underground garage, there he was standing guard outside, just waiting.

Your father. He looked angry -his facial expression never actually changed, but you knew his cues after the years- and he held your eyes through the window of the Impala. Shit.

Castiel stood outside waiting for who knows how long. Trench coat blowing open in the breeze and his tie loosened a bit more than usual.

You might've sent him to voicemail more than a couple of times over the past weeks -after Dean insisted you get a phone to keep in touch- and when you listened to the messages, he wasn't all that thrilled about you hanging around with the boys, especially Dean. And especially since he knew how Dean was with women. You liked to think you were different together, though, it wasn't like you had much luck with serious relationships in the past either. So, you would figure it out together.

It wasn't your father's business but it was clear in his eyes when you stepped out of the car to meet him that he wasn't getting that.

"Cass-" Dean greeted as he climbed out of the car with you, a giant smile plastered on his face as he approached his friend.

Cass glared at him and touched his forehead. Dean instantly fell to the ground unconscious before you had a chance to catch him. Luckily it wasn't pavement so it wasn't a hard landing.

"Was that really necessary?" You snapped at your father.

Sam rushed to park the car and jumped out to check on Dean.

"Cass, what the hell?!" Sam growled, kneeling next to his brother and Cass touched his forehead next.

Sam fell over awkwardly on top of Dean and you thought maybe you should push him off but then your father spoke to you again.

"It's time for you to come home. You had your fun, Y/N." He said and stuck his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.

"I don't want to." You glowered. "You're pissed, I get it, but why are you taking it out on them?"

"Dean can't love you," Cass explained and his blue eyes flicked down to Dean's unconscious face, half hidden under Sam's arm. "He won't ever choose you over his family... over Sam. Me and your mother will choose you every time. Come home."

"I don't need him to choose me over his family, I want to be a part of their unit, I want to grow with them-"

"You can't grow with them, Y/N, you'll watch them grow old until the day they die. You could watch a million generations fly by before you even age a second."

"I don't care! I want him while I can have him! As long as he'll have me." You screamed and your chin trembled so you clenched your jaw tight.

"You'll care in ten years when he gets injured easier, twenty when he starts looking more like your father than your boyfriend-"

"Stop."

"And in thirty years, he'll probably be dead, hunters don't last long, Y/N, especially human ones." Your father vented almost like he wasn't just trying to convince you.

Cass and Dean were close, he wouldn't just let him die. He wouldn't just continue on without him. Dean would impact your father on a deep emotional level before his time came, he already did, you saw it as much as he tried to ignore it. Or not think about it.

"Please. Stop." Your voice was quiet now and Dean started to stir underneath Sam's limp body. "If he can't live forever, I want to be human, too."

You looked up at your father with tears in your eyes. You hardly ever cried and Cass steeled his jaw.

"I'll find a way," you promised yourself and wiped away a tear.

Your father's face fell, like he wasn't expecting that response and breathed out a long sigh, "Your mother isn't going to be happy about this." He shook his head and loosened his tie a little more. "But I'll help you, if you're sure. Because I love you."

Your father would do anything for you even if it broke his heart to do it. There were ways to get the best of both worlds, though. You never tried it but if an angel lost their grace, they turned human. You could siphon your grace and store it for the future, then you could grow old with him for as long as it lasted.

The only problem was the part of you that was demon. You didn't know how that would balance out if you lost your grace. But you'd find a way. 

You hugged your father when you saw his heart breaking and assured him that he wasn't losing you. And who knows, maybe you'd find a way to make Sam and Dean live forever instead, and then you wouldn't have to give up anything.

Dean groaned and pushed at Sam's arm, shifting out from under his little brother's heavy body.

"What the fuck, Cass?" He groaned as he checked on Sam and stood up. He saw you hugging and nodded like he understood, "Guess, I may have deserved that." 

"I'll be watching you," Cass said, squinting his steely blue eyes and pointing between them and Dean. A reference to a movie Dean probably made him watch. "She's my baby, Dean, treat her like she's your Baby." 

He nudged his head towards the Impala and you laughed as you skipped back over to Dean and into his arms. You held him tight around his waist and squeezed until you heard him huff in pain and curse.

You loosened your grip but didn't let him go. You have to squeeze adorable things, everyone knew that; Dean was tough, he could take it.

"Fuck. I don't want to be on either of your bad sides." He admitted and kissed your forehead. "You did good, Cass, she's beautiful... and strong as fuck. Shit, little devil, I think you just cracked my ribs."

Cass quirked an eyebrow at the endearment and you laughed at your father's face turning sour. Then Sam groaned from the ground behind you; which was a good thing, because Dean was going to need backup.

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28

SPN: @hobby27

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HIIIII! I just found your blog and I LOVE IT HERE???? Can I request a dub/con with Bubba? I love the idea of a chase in the woods and super primal!! Thanks for reading in advance if you get the chance to!

Omg i did not just pick this request up off the dirty backrooms floor. Goddamn its been a while. I hope you still appreciate this, and it's just a tad how you imagined?

Wet

Warnings: dub!con, roleplaying,

You felt so hot. So sweaty. So scared.

Adrenaline pushed through your veins as you rushed through the dead bushes behind a seemingly abandoned, dilapidated home. No one had came to the door when you knocked, so you pushed the door open and walked inside. That was your first mistake. Now, the roars of a chainsaw followed you close behind- doubts of your escape plagued your mind.

Blood dripped down your arms, leaving your path uncovered. The scratches from many dead bushes caused your demise- so did the man behind you, but you couldn't think about him or else you wouldn't be able to keep your feet moving. And they hurt so bad too, the ground a cracked and dead surface- just like him. And as you weaved your way to the left, a small building in the distance, where maybe you could get away, the man had cut through and slammed into your side.

Pushed to the ground with a huff, you watched with horror as he battled with the chainsaw for a moment before throwing it to the side. You felt breathless, frantically yelling out pleas and cries for help towards the old building, but that old thing looked abandoned too. He gave you no time to dwell on the topic though, reaching forward to grab you under the armpits, flinging you over his shoulder. When he began walking to the building, that's when you lost the rest of your hope.

He hadn't even made it inside before grabbing onto your legs and slinging you forwards onto the hood of a lime green truck. He himself was flailing about, voicing some of his thoughts in frantic babbles before flipping you over. You heard the shuffling of clothes and began to push yourself up to dash away- but his hand landed with a hard smack along your spine, eliciting a yelp as the metal of the truck bit into your hip bones. And then his hands pulled your jeans down just enough, shoving himself into your heat.

"Stop! Please stop!" You yelled, reaching back to push him off, but your effects did little and he began to thrust his plush body against your ass. Tears pooled in your eyes; his large hand came up push your face back down into the cool exterior of whoever's truck. The other hand dug their fingers into your hip- holding you still and forcing you to fall into the euphoric push and pull that your frame was receiving. Your tight walls enveloped him in a velvety squeeze, one he found himself falling deeper and deeper into. And you, you couldn't help yourself. The excitement of a dangerous stranger enticed you, and before long you had pushed your fingers underneath your navel, beginning to rub circles around your neglected clit. He seemed to have noticed as his thrusts began to fasten and you began to moan.

"P-Please!" But you didn't know what you were begging for anymore, especially not when your back arched off the truck with a powerful orgasm, one that he happened to be waiting on- his wails getting louder and louder before he finished inside your cunt.

Too exhausted to move, you simply laid there and panted, eyes glazed in satisfaction

"Good job Bubba, that was amazin'" You breathed, smiling at the happy noises he released. Soon after that, he'd pull your pants back up and carry you back home. You'd kiss him goodnight and snuggle into his soft body, before falling asleep wrapped inside your love's arms.

[squashwurmz]

mha oc dump!

(i'll be adding stuff here from now on i think)

lolol finally some stuff for my mha oc!! idk if there's a format i should follow so im just gna spew stuff ;]] also ngl she has main character syndrome cause i made her when i was 12 and like her too much to change anything tehehe

name: itsuki ochoa (jap x mex)

colored photo of her is kinda old btw!

havent made a name for her quirk but basic summary:

fathers side:

-can transform into a large wolf-like beast averaging around 115ft tall (2nd photo :P)

-can also transform specific body parts/limbs by choice

-gains hyper abilities such as strength, stamina, senses, pain tolerance, etc.

-transformed body parts will heat up and sometimes turn red from irritation (once returned to normal form)

-if transformed for too long she will overheat and fall ill w/ fever (dangerous overuse can potentially leave burns)

mothers side:

-vines with flowers on the end

-based on whatever drink she's consumed, the flowers can emit a pollen which leaves effects on those nearby

-only one effect can be used at a time

-effects will range from victims feeling high (hallucinogenic trip or merely dazed out depending on exposure), nausea, dizzy, or falling unconscious

-flowers can emit this pollen for a half hour after consumption, and effects will last upwards of five hours

-the vines are prehensile and can be controlled, strong enough to carry her weight

-if broken from her back the flower will immediately die

-lasting heat from her transformation will cause the flowers to wilt and become useless

-prolonged exposure will also cause the pollen to take effect on her as well

-the vines do not grow in her wolf form and are too weak to support her

backstory stuff:

gonna keep it short cause i can go onnnn

initially born in japan! her father is a retired american vet. while her mother is a nurse/caretaker (flower quirk has a lot more range).

anyways she turns 6 and wooo! her quirk comes in!! us gov finds out abt the potential of her power and stages an accident killing her parents D: they steal her away to the states and she's forced to join their specialized child military (like the hero commission?? i think idk i haven't been in touch w mha for like a year)

she trains a whole bunch and is mindlessly loyal cause she doesn't have anywhere else to go. also apart of a small squad that does super duper special stuff. her entire squad perished except her by the time she's 13 so she's reassigned partners with another girl, ririka!! (i'll prob post my stuff of her tmr :DD)

they become lifers! when they turn 15 they get orders to enroll in UA due to suspicious activity (usj incident). nobody knows their real identity except for nezu and aizawa.

that's basically it in summary!! it feels so silly writing this but honestly who cares :P PLWASE ask me any questions abt her!!! also writing may be coming soon wink wink ;) byebye!!

[wreckingtickles]

Link (Legend of Zelda) Headcanons

Cards on the table, I hoped against hope that Hard Time would do better than it did, though I'm really happy that many of the people whose support I value the most seem to have read it! So while I reassess, have some headcanons I didn't post before! Don't worry tho, Izuku is still getting it really soon :-P And I'm still holding out hope for the lees Kiri and Baku story (nearly 1/3rd of the votes in the poll!)

But now it's Leenk time!

Link is so cute I have been playing TotK without any armor just to gawk at him (why I do need to get out more, thank you).

With how much everyone's Link effs around Hyrule so much, Zelda should have him sent to the tickle dungeons and/or let the Gerudo take care of her punishment for an equal amount of time. Though I also kind of ship him with Sidon (yes, I know he's a breeder, and I hope it's clear I'm using that term for "edgy" humor).

By the way, if you haven't, check out @dokidoki-muffin's three Link pieces (some of which may be marked as NSFW) - I've seen very few pieces succeeding at capturing utter ticklish agony as well as this one, and the way the lers' fingers are animated really add to the verbal teasing, it really sells that Link is completely at their mercy and can't do anything about it! This is an incredible precursor and you're under the impression that there are even more hands tickling Link than are actually drawn, and again, it really sells that they're sadistically toying with him. And if you want head-to-toe tickles, there's this piece.

Oh, and how could I forget about our @lovelymessybubbly's own Leenk pieces! This one is a comic with lee Link at the end, but this one if my favorite full-body piece.

Anyway, here's our ticklish hero of Hyrule!

Since I included his ears, I left out a spot where he's not super ticklish imo, and since this headcanon isn't NSFW, you can probably imagine what it is lol

Smiling (4.5-5.5): Link's ribs are a pretty manageable spot, he's not every sensitive there. Light tickles with long fingernails work best here and will get him to scrunch up his face in an extremely adorable way.

Giggling (6-7): Tickling these spots for just a few seconds will force Link to make some kind of sound - generally, very cute titters.

Laughing (7.5-8.5): Link's ears, underarms, sides, hips, thighs, and feet are all pretty ticklish spots! And you may not expect it, but a hard touch works best, except on his ears. Tickling his ears too gently might result in... side effects.

Howling (9-10): Twink's worst spot that will break the silent hero in two seconds flat is his V-line, and if I latched on to those child-birthing hips of his, I wouldn't let go. Scribbling with your fingers tickles way more than he'd expect and results in an endless stream of high-pitched cackling, while digging your thumbs in and massaging the area causes him to freak out, bucking and screaming.

[blackjackkent]

Well. Hector feels fucking awful now, but you know what will make him feel better? Beating the hell out of the area boss.

"Wait. Elevated gyroscopes. Triple-set quadropecs. No... it can't be..."

Karlach got this conversation because it was an autotrigger as we got close to the door; normally this annoys me a smidge but it kind of makes sense here since Hector is still super rattled by the events of the previous post.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I hear it through the floor. Powerful. Indestructible. The ultimate Watcher - the Titan."

"The Watcher tightens what? Whatever it be, Minsc will knock it loose!"

I love Minsc. XD

"It shames me to admit this, but you must face this beast of Gondian folly alone. I would be crushed in an instant. When it raises its shields, strike it with every scrap of magic and might you possess... and pray to Gond that it does not fire upon you. Good luck, my friend."

...uh oh.

-----

There are three things in the next room, all labeled "Hellfire Watcher." I'm not sure if these are what Toobin was talking about.

The room is also lined with a great deal of the same pulsating flesh material that marked the oubliette at Moonrise.

In the back of the room is a large steel sphere that I suspect is our target, as its lined with both mechanical cabling and fleshy nerve lines, and is connected to something labeled "Neural Switchboard". I'm guessing this is the control mechanism for all of the Watchers in the city.

Quite scared of this fight but there's no way out but through. XD

Aaaaaand as soon as the fight started, the platform in the center of the area lifted up and revealed...

Selune's moonlit ass, THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE HP? Fuck me, you know what, I give up, let the Absolute have me.

Kidding, of course. (Mostly.)

Combat log number whatever the hell:

My opening strategy was the brute force that Team Juggernaut is very good at, and our team are such forces of nature at this point that we got the titan below half health before it was able to get a shot off.

I also opened with putting having Jaheira toss both Freedom of Movement and Shield of Faith on Hector before going owlbear, since the most scary thing about the Watchers is not actually their damage but their crowd control and Hector is the squishiest of the group.

At this point the fight's Exciting Gimmicks kicked in:

OK, that all seems... fine. O.O;

Investigating the various status effects, we learn that Hellfire Curse has given everyone disadvantage on STR/DEX/CON saves, and Defensive Protocol: Bulwark makes the Titan "Unyielding" (ignores attacks under 15 damage) and gives it access to "Repair Matrix" (a self-heal), "Repelling Protocol" (a damaging knockback), and "Hellfire Missiles", which it just used, which is an AOE attack that does...

...ahem...

96-576 DAMAGE.

OK, let's get everyone out of that fucking red circle RIGHT NOW. The bright side here is that while bulwarked it doesn't seem to take opportunity attacks, meaning we can all scatter like the terrified rabbits that we are.

I had Jaheira summon a dryad to get some more bodies on the field and it was IMMEDIATELY, like literally instantly, completely obliterated by one of the Hellfire Watchers. So that's a fourth level spell slot wasted.

Interestingly, the hellfire missiles never actually went off; I had Hector do a full round of attacks on it with the intention of booking it after he was out of actions/bonus actions - but it just stopped and came out of Bulwark during his last hit. I'm actually not at all clear what happened here, even looking at the combat log; it seems like Hector might have staggered it, but also maybe it just dropped it after taking a certain amount of damage? Unclear.

Regardless, it meant that Minsc was able to finish it off before it could make another attack! Jaheira (whose background is Soldier! I hadn't realized!) got an inspiration for this:

This is hardly the first one we've destroyed so I'm not sure why she only got this now. :P

It didn't explode when it died, either, which was a nice change.

It's carrying, for some reason, a legendary level bow which looks dope as shit:

That's actually fucking wild. This one goes to Jaheira.

The fight unfortunately did not stop being scary at this point because there were still three Steel Watchers on the field. But we're starting to get fairly practiced at dealing with them and are also bolstered by the fact that these are probably the last ones we'll have to fight, thank the gods. Tossed Jaheira into owlbear form and let her smack the shit out of one of them which was very satisfying.

In the end, I managed to time it out so all three were in detonation phase at the same time and went off one right after the other. Let's fucking goooooooo!

[starry-blue-echoes]

for the beastars au I like to imagine that joestars shapeshift at roughly the same time and when they do change they see their little child in their beast form as well and they're like p r o t e c t- and cuddle the little baby. just imagine snake bird joseph curled up with little baby Holly and she's so so fluffy. Honestly I imagine her as a sort of duck/rabbit sort of animal bc she just gives the energy, but idk if you have anything for her yet. And then Holy doing the same for Jotaro. And Jotaro doing the same for Jolyne-

Also, hc that Holly is in complete control of her beast form because when Joseph sat her down to tell her about it and how it happens to their family and that it isn't to be afraid of she's just like "okay!" and wholeheartedly believes him

-ffa

YESSSSSSSSSS

Food Chain and Natural Predators be damned, they're going to love and care for each other so freaking much. They are Pack and Flock and every other word to define it, they must stick together and keep each other safe

Joseph is probably the most touchy feely out of them all. He's already a pretty physically affectionate guy, so when he's a beast it just gets cranked up to 11. And while Holly has already kinda been established as a rabbit/river otter, you're absolutely right in how cuddly and fluffy she is. She's definitely on the smaller side compared to all the other Joestars, and when she was a baby she was tiny. Joseph would sometimes spend the whole night wrapped around her, grooming her fur and cuddling together

With Jotaro, while he and Holly do spend a decent chunk of time being affectionate, a lot of their time on forced nights is spent swimming together. Holly spent hours teaching him how to swim, and even when he gets older and he easily dwarfs her in size, he always looks to her for guidance and direction in the water. He's viciously protective, but Holly is just as much if not more so since...... well, river otters are apex predators and there are some kinds that regularly throw down with and hunt crocodiles and win

and just. Jotaro being super cuddly with Jolyne. When she was a baby, Marina was one of the only people he'd let anywhere close to her on full moons. And while this protectiveness slowly died down over the years, it was always still very prominent. Most of their forced transformations were spent in the house sleeping, but Jotaro would also sometimes take Jolyne to a body of water so they could swim together :>

also, I had a fun idea of for the most part, the beast forms are "easier" to control as children. As a child, you aren't saddled with the crushing social expectations of life. The world is so bright and full of magic and so little is understood and that's what makes it so fun. The beast forms are just another part of who they are, they don't understand why it would be considered strange or monstrous

that isn't to say their upbringing has no affect on their control. For example, the Brando children (with the exception of Rikiel) all have very poor control because of a lack of proper, healthy guidance and toxic environments. However, in those first few years when they're infants and toddlers...... they're still themselves. Children are subject completely to their whims, not even being able to comprehend cause and effect yet. They rarely act differently from when they're human, now they just have a couple more limbs

[brokenhardies]

HI HELLO I saw your arcana swap au and now im intrigued as hell

If you have anything to share about it uhm hi 🙏

ooh okay okay okay!

ive drafted a whole list of the phantom thieves/the hamburgulars but due to like 3 of them not having codenames i haven't posted it. however its p much the same as canon p5r just with the arcanas swapped and the plots slightly altered (palace rulers no 2, 4, 5, 6 & 8 are different)

so right now i have 6 chapters published on ao3 under the name The Butterfly Effect and tbh im quite proud of the story so far! i love fool!yusuke and the rest of the starting team are a joy to write (esp chariot!makoto and lovers!futaba, who have a really fun dynamic!). the next palace is completely original so i gotta figure out the puzzles for it lol

anyway - codenames & personas (for the ones who have codenames lol);

fool!yusuke - ace - nezumi

magician!violet (sumire) - rouge - giselle

charitot!makoto - knight - ching shih

lovers!futaba - jackal - charlotte

emperor!akira - raven - raffles

priestess!goro - ???? - corey

hermit!ryuji - anchor - nautlius

empress!ann - ???? - hélène

justice!haru - cygne - cagliostro

faith!satoru (morgana) - ???? - don quixote

tbh the one who's persona im most proud of is empress!ann - she was originally in the justice position but i changed it around when i made futaba the lovers and goro the priestess, switching haru with her - and her persona is based on a aotearoan (new zealander) spy during ww2 named nancy wake! her original persona name was fiocca - another codename wake used - but i went with hélène instead!

i also really like priestess!goro's persona. i struggled a bit to find a persona with a similar aesthetic to canon makoto's, but then i was listening to a podcast on the salem witch trials and reminded of giles corey, the guy who after his wife was accused of witchcraft straight up went "fuck these witch trials, its bullshit and im not going to be part of it" which lead to him being accused of witchcraft and instead of going along with the mass hysteria of a lot of the young people of salem, decided to be silent and take the punishment of basically getting squished by rocks. instead of revealing other witches, he just kept saying "more weight!" forcing the executioners to push rocks down on him until he died

also lovers!futaba was another persona that i thought was super fun - she's based on charlotte corday from the french revolution, who was not a supporter of the jacobin side of the french revolution and accused the newspaper writer jean-paul marat of basically encouraging violence. so, she decided to trick him into reading a list of potential enemies, and while he was distracted, she decided to stab him! this killed him, and unfortunately she got executed, but she's best remembered for this quote; "I killed one man to save 100,000"

anyway thats a lot of text lol but thanks again for asking this question! very happy to share more info about my asau if people want <3

[fuckmeyer]

hoo boyo so i'm the small writing human o/ *waves*

thank you for your response and i just took the time to read through your Jacob black's life matters and how smeyer killed him and i found it super interesting. (also it literally excites me seeing the quotes with the page numbers🤤). -----anyway back on track now. so i've always hd a liking for twilight since i watched the movies when they released (i would have been like 10..?) because i generally like the genre it falls in to. back in feb i watched all the movies again with my mum and she owns all the books so i started to read Twilight and pretty much loved it (i'm easily pleased). it took me like three weeks to get through it which is pretty average for me (attention span..) but then when i picked up New Moon i could barely put it down. i read it in 4 days which is the fastest ive ever read a book by a looong shot. i kind of fell off with reading eclipse... it took me almost 2 whole months to get through which just shows.

i think in hindsight one of the reasons i actually love New Moon (book) more than the rest is that there isnt really a 'set in stone villain' (twilight has james, eclipse has the newborns//victoria, then BD has the volturi. i suppose edward is the only thing that could class as a villan that book but thats not my point i think i enjoyed it more because of the time we get to spend with bella and jacobs characters . . . (quick side note that i watched the movies after finishing the books and new moon has no justice i feel like it washes over the effect jacob had on bringing bella "back to life" so much. so upsetting)

anyhoodles. i think i enjoy Twilight to set up B&E, then New Moon to set up B&J, then as you say in the crit Eclipse just kind of forces you to choose. and it makes sense. after just watching the movies i cant see a way in hell anyone would be team jacob---but having read the books its a whole different story. but then again... smeyer.... yeah.

sorry this has been such a long ask and doesnt really have a question involved, feel free to not post a response as i understand it's long:')

as a last note while i think of it i think that Eclipse for me fell off in that i didnt particularly care about what it was doing. i liked reading about bella and edward in twilight and then bella and jacob in new moon and i just didnt really care for most of eclipse. but maybe thats because i fell in love with bella and jacob from new moon and then had the character sabotaged.. heavy sigh. i think it says a lot that ive had a fan art of bella and jacob walking along the beach as my phone wallpaper since i read new moon so that says it all really.

i apologise once again for the length of this. ---if you wanna see the fan art wallpaper ill find it and reblog it so its at the top of my page.

p(p?)s. i'm glad it's sunny there! it's rained here the last couple days :c

hello tiny writing human! glad to have you back :)

glad you liked the analysis! & the books. New Moon is my favorite too, & i definitely agree with you that part of the appeal is the internal struggle Bella faces. we do get Victoria in the background & the werewolves, but really the whole book is about Bella learning to cope with 1) being a human in a supernatural world 2) her grief of being alone [i.e. without Edward] in this new world. watching her pick up the pieces of her life & build something new & beautiful & imperfect with Jacob was cathartic & relatable - v much a triumph in a series so rooted in the fantastical.

& it's hard to watch Eclipse become this struggle between two boys. because really, it's not about Edward or Jacob. Bella's choice is about whether she wants to give up everything for this cold, "perfect," monstrous, immortal life; or, whether she wants to stick around & build something warm & human & imperfect & finite with Jacob.

by twisting Jacob's character from the symbols of sunshine & values of humanity he represents into a bad-boy supernatural love interest competing with Edward for Bella's affection, it erases some of the characterization that we have come to expect & love in Jacob. because when Meyer positions him as a love interest, he's not embodying the traits as a friend; he's embodying the traits of what Meyer thinks is formidable love interest and rival to Edward: confident, cocky, aggressive, persistent... Jacob becomes nothing more than a 2000s-era (& before) trope of how men in our society "should" act towards women. so, everything we came to knew about Jacob was morphed into this friend/lover hybrid that just didn't work for who he was. he is Jacob...but he is not our Jacob.

(& the movies did him even worse because the "slice of life" B/J scenes we get were mostly cut.)

anyway, thanks for coming back & letting me rant about one of my favorite characters & my fave book :)

[wixelt]

I was thinking through The Jhost in context of how we could make it work in the hermitphibia au and finally did but it comes with a major unintended side effect of having the hermits cut off from Divine powers

What I have right not is Joe is like... the opposite of a god. She loses 'reality' with an increase of unresolved 'belief' (in this case refering to the force of consciousness behind Player Actualization) until they become Beetlejhost as the result of a cosmic counterweight being undone when that unreality reaches critical mass.

Because of this, he usually burns through 'belief' continuously to prevent that from becoming a problem, by pushing her ghost form past what their Actualization can otherwise sustain with his current amount of unresolved 'belief.'

With the lockout, she can't do that. That belief is either not reaching her or suppressed and he cannot draw it out, save for in small amounts.

The problem becomes glaring the first time Joe is near a partial stone activation and has a sudden dramatic drop in tangability. They arrange to remain within the vicinity of Stress's tests of the recharged gems to have a chance to burn off belief more efficiently.

Reasons for Joe not wanting to become Beetlejhost could range from preferences to actual consequences should it happen, but at least partially may be assumed (headcanoned) to be at least part of the reason Super Hostile happened. Not because of anything Joe did, moreso because he was potentially perceived as a threat or a violation of what those gods considered orderly.

Joe functioning in a manner that turns the rules of actualisation on their head yet somehow still exists in relation to them - albeit begrudgingly, if the gods' Super Hostile reaction's anything to go by, as that's the pre-AU consequence I'm running with - feels fitting with how they present themselves.

Beetlejhost specifically is less a risk to others and more a desperate measure while they're in Amphibia as Joe can't affect that form in the manner he normally would. Their burn cycle being interrupted by the Guardian's lockout makes both keeping "belief" down & achieving that form when she actually wants to kind of difficult.

It's also an interesting & fun interpretation of the IRL idea that they become a ghost when they get paid enough, which is hilarious but I wouldn't know how to fit into this AU in a more literal sense.

Then again its Joe, so would it really need to fit? :P

[that-fellow-from-dres]

helloooo!!! you said one of your interests is D&D (me too) and i was wondering if you could tell me about one of your characters or ocs from other rp’s!! u seem super interesting and i wanna hear about ur stuff :P

(also is that a bill and ted reference i see in ur pinned post?)

Hmm... Well, a character I've been rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken for a bit now is related to a homebrew race I've been cooking up a little recently... It's essentially a fairly novel (at least I think so) take on slime folks:

Salamanders!

Essentially, the idea is that salamanders need to keep their skin moist and covered in a special mucus in order to survive -it helps them breathe, among other things.

And then I thought, what if some salamander had a thick dermal layer of mucus that was a non-newtonian fluid?

For anyone who doesn't know, a non Newtonian fluid is a fluid which changes how viscous it is depending on how much stress it's experiencing -Oobleck (made of water and corn starch), for example, gets more solid and hard the harder you press on it. I thought this would be a really interesting concept for a D&D race as it'd allow for some interesting combat fuckery!

My idea is essentially that a salamander would have resistance to slashing and piercing damage, thanks to its mucus layer hardening under the force of the blade, but it would also have a vulnerability to bludgeoning (and possibly also force) damage; a harder material transfers percussive force much more easily than a soft one.

There would be a few areas this thick non-newtonian mucus isn't present, namely the mouth, eyes and hands (these places have different skin with a thinner layer of more traditional mucus), but everywhere else would be covered.

Here's a pretty bad drawing of Aeran the Yellow, a fairly typical salamander warrior. With the mucus providing a fairly strong layer of protection, most salamander armour is heavily padded to protect against percussive blows. At least two layers of thick gambeson on the torso is expected, and often more. A fairly popular addition to the chest armour is a woven wicker breastplate and plackart -if woven properly this can be quite springy and can help absorb blows to the chest and abdomen.

Aeran here wears a human-made steel bascinet -a fairly popular design among salamanders thanks to its ergonomic shape. In fact, human armourers have started making bascinets especially for salamanders, with thinner armour around the head which makes room for more intricate suspension systems -which helps the helmet absorb blunt impacts more effectively. Some also feature special two-part visors which open to the sides in order to protect a salamander's more vulnerable mouth area -injuries to the jaw are not uncommon for a salamander in a line of work like Aeran the Yellow's. They carry a Goedendag, a two handed, heavy pole-like club with a sizeable spike on the end. It's an effective blunt weapon -something useful for fighting other salamanders- and it also has a good thrusting capability. You do not want to be stabbed with a Goedendag, trust me. The extra weight means there's more force behind the thrust, too.

Salamanders are often valued for their ability to break up spear and pike formations thanks to their relative resistance to spear thrusts, which allows them to close in and force pikemen to drop their pikes and draw sidearms to deal with the threat in front of them, resulting in gaps appearing in the formation which can be exploited by the other soldiers in a regiment. In response to the use of Salamanders like this most pikemen will carry maces as sidearms -You know a tactic is effective if another group has to change theirs to deal with it!

Well guess who went on a tangent of speculative medieval warfare... whoops. Hope you liked Aeran the Yellow!

(and yes. That is a bill and ted reference. A most excellent piece of media indeed)

[hirocimacruiser]

Now, 80's CAR is interesting! NEO HISTORIC J's

"A specialty car is not a real thing without surprises on the inside as well as on the outside." A “super-unique couve” full of stimulation from the whole body like this will never be born again.

Text: Yoshio Ishikawa Photo: Hiroyuki Kashiwaoka Vehicle cooperation: Atsushi Yamada (Alcyone), Shintaro Nishiuchi (Piazza)

A true specialty car with a style and interior that is different from its neighbors and packed with fun

AX9 ALCYONE VX

JR120 PIAZZA XE handling by LOTUS

PIAZZA

Beautiful styling by Giugiaro

The operation system adopts Isuzu's original "satellite switch".

WRAPPING

The body was called “Kewpie mayonnaise”, but the opening is a box.

Side view and flat design designed to become one with The body with a su-surface treatment accentuates its beauty.

Based on Giugiaro's design

1/4 opening and closing headlight covers which I made good use of.

Three support risers with high mount brake light

The spoiler is exclusive to Lotus.

is also a part of Piazza.

The late model with aero parts lost a little of the delicacy of the early days, but instead gained a fearlessness. And the suspension that Lotus was involved in changed the geometry and made it 5 links, and succeeded in raising the driving level.

The flash surface structure is effective not only for the beauty of the design but also for the aerodynamics. Cd=0.36 is a good record. The grill is NERO specification according to the owner's preference. By the way, Yanase's NERO uses fixed 4 lights.

ENGINE

The engine is a 4ZCI type OHC turbo. I have a strong feeling that I was forced into it. The specs of 150 horsepower/20 kg-m are mediocre, but the characteristics of rich low and medium speed torque match the character of the car

COCKPIT

On the left side are the switches for air-conditioning, including the air-conditioner, and wiper-operating system switches.

On the right is the lighting system including headlights, auto cruise, and O/D switch.

A digital meter, which is very rare in Piazza. It's a little hard to see, but that's what makes it unique.

The ventilation on the right side of the instrument panel uses a pop-up type. In fact, if it is fixed, the satellite switch will block the flow of cool air. It was a desperate measure to avoid it.

The right door has a cigarette lighter, P/W switch, and electric remote control mirror.

Symmetrical design considering export. The electric mirror switch is a dummy.

There is a back opener and a fuel lid opener next to the P lever.

The sunroof is removable. The dial for tilting also has the Piazza mark.

An original cockpit that is as good as Alcyone.

The idea that all operations can be performed at hand with is the same, but this is a satellite

called a switch. Very easy to use. air conditioner

Optional cloth and wood panels were available for the panel.

SEAT

The rear seat is also a bucket type and can accommodate 2 adults.

Make sure there is enough space for people to sit comfortably.

In addition, the backrest can be adjusted in 4 stages.

The early model seat without board-like support transforms into a splendid bucket in the late model. Irmscher and XS/G can have optional RECARO seats.

OTHERS

"ASSO" painted on the rear fender was Piazza's show model. The logo "Aso di Fiori" is also the name of the club to which the owner belongs.

A novel style even now

Classic chassis is the bottleneck

Wagon-type cars, which are popular these days, have a strong meaning as a tool for efficiently moving people and goods. As someone who likes functional things, I don't mind the increase in the number of cars like this, but when the number of cars increases this much, it's just a bit of a disappointment. It's sad that I can't find any free ideas for individual cars, as it seems that they are riding the trend and rushing in one direction.

When I went there, I saw two coupes made in the 1980s that I encountered in Hakone this time. They were built based on free and bold ideas, and each had a rich personality, which was refreshing.

Both cars belong to the almost extinct category of specialty cars. Interestingly enough, this is the work of the third power manufacturer, Isuzu and Fuji Heavy Industries.

But this is no coincidence. The 1980s was a time when a large-scale specialty car boom blossomed with the introduction of the Soarer. Isuzu or Subaru In order to compete there, they must have thought that a “strong individuality” that is difficult for large manufacturers to create was necessary.

The Isuzu Piazza, which debuted in 1981, was characterized by its elegant appearance. The Piazza, the successor to the 117 Coupe, was designed by Giugiaro, just like its predecessor. Originally drawn for Audi, it has been shown several times as his study model at European motor shows.

Isuzu has embodied this Giugiaro original design as faithfully as possible. Of course, there were some differences from the show model, and some people said that the original design was cooler. It takes a lot of courage just to commercialize the tinged new mode. It should be appreciated. Without this decision, the car wouldn't have had the "something" we're talking about here.

In addition, he did not cut corners in the processing of details. Above all, it was epoch-making for a car at that time that the roof and glass areas were completely recreated exactly as Giugiaro intended. The Piazza was a car worthy of attention for realizing the flush surface body, which had been difficult to establish for mass production, even though we knew that it had excellent design and aerodynamic characteristics.

And one more thing, the interior is extremely attractive. The front seats have a voluminous dashboard placed in a position away from the occupants, giving a strong sense of openness. The cockpit consists of a meter nacelle protruding from the dashboard and satellite switches set to the left and right of the nacelle.

The satellite switch has everything necessary for driving such as air conditioner, wiper 1, lighting, turn signal, etc., and most of them can be operated without moving the steering wheel significantly. When the steering wheel is tilted, the gauges and satellite switches move together. Visibility is good, and the serrations of the satellite switches can be adjusted according to the size of each individual's hand. It was taken.

Since the panel area is small, it is easy to operate each switch.

Although the functionality was not good enough, once you get used to it, you can touch everything blindly, and in that sense, it can be said that it is an easy-to-use switch. Also, along with this, there are no levers growing around the column, and it is nice that the space has a really modern atmosphere.

At the time, I loved opening the door and sitting in this cockpit with that unique sweet smell (I think it smelled like solvent). It is also attractive that the rear seats are two-seaters to create a unique elegance. Until now, no other car with such a special atmosphere has been found that deserves the name "specialty car."

In the midst of all this, if I were to look for Isuzu's fault, it would be the use of Gemini's for the floor of the base. The FR Gemini, whose basic design was already outdated at the time, was chosen to be the base for the sole purpose of keeping development costs down. It's gone.

Even when I ran it, the 3-link rear suspension could not be said to have high grounding performance, and it could not be said to be sporty. However, Lotus has improved a little since it has 5 links, so if you are looking for it from now on, you can say that this is a point to pay attention to.

The engine also started with the G200 series inherited from the 117 coupe, and in the middle stage, the new generation 4 ZC type turbo was touched, which also increased the competitiveness. Personally, I don't mind anything about the mechanicals because it's a car that I drive for the atmosphere, but since it's a car with a long model life, it's definitely matured as it gets older.

Tester Yoshio Ishikawa

Yoshio's feelings about the pleasant sunlight in early summer in Hakone

Was it uplifting?

I was able to receive it. Something feels good.

BUYER'S GUIDE

To put it bluntly, Alcyone doesn't have many balls. However, if you can find one, even a 2.7-liter bottle is very cheap at around 300,000 yen. The final product is in good condition, and there are few troubles. The problem is that parts are starting to be out of stock. In Piazza, only good Lotus cars are sold at high prices, but other grades are extremely cheap. If you like style, go for it. Lotus has less MT and distance, and greens can cost more than 700,000 yen.

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AX9 ALCYONE VX

A child of aerodynamics created by a former fighter shop!

Deformation 2-spoke steering shows FLAT F

WRAPPING

Fusion of aircraft concept and car styling. In addition, the extreme wedge-shaped form that pursues aerodynamics is the first Japanese car to achieve a CD (air resistance coefficient) value of 0.29, which is less than 0.30 (0.31 for VS Turbo and others).

“Airbnb” that applies the system of aircraft

Lane type door handle. There is no unevenness of the body with the variable flap type.

Door mirrors highlight the nose of the spacecraft.

prevent turbulence on the body surface by separating the mirrors from the body.

High deck and ducktail shape adopted to reduce air resistance and intonation. Water collects here on rainy days. There is no step even for single garnishes. Both the front and rear windows have an inclination angle of 28 degrees.

At the time of its debut, it was said to have a design similar to the Honda Prelude. Looking at the details, it seems to be close to the Toyota design at that time. The front design seems to be conscious of the AW11 MR2.

ENGINE

The engine is a 2.7-liter horizontally opposed 6-cylinder engine with +2 cylinders added to the 1. 8L 4-cylinder engine. 150 Horsepower / 21.5kgm but suitable for specialty.

SEAT

The bucket seat is also similar to the Toyota FF2BOX series at that time. However, the hip part has a lot of room, probably because it was made with Americans in mind. The rear seats are oppressive and very narrow. Perfect 2+2

COCKPIT

When you tilt the steering wheel, the instrument panel moves with it. Movable range is 50mm

The steering and console system are L type

Zain. One theory is that it is a flat F.

The left side has a wiper and washer system, and the front has an air conditioning mode switch.

The door trim is an F design seen from the upside down. The position of the P/W switch in the previous term is different.

The temperature adjustment & fan lever is next to the P brake. The previous model also had a shy air circulation switch.

On the right side is the headlight system, and on the front is the rear defogger, height control, etc.

A unique cockpit design born from the concept of aircraft safety. Control wing protruding left and right of the steering wheel can be operated without taking your hands off the steering wheel.

OTHERS

The muffler is first turned from the back to the front and then put back again. This area is also unique.

The minimum ground clearance is 165mm, but the height control system increases it by 30mm. The car is terrifyingly tall.

Equipped with torque split 4WD that leads to the current Legacy

Fuji Heavy Industries is a manufacturer that continues to create unique cars with the uniqueness of a horizontally opposed engine and 4WD as weapons. It is a company with characters that are rare in Japan, and I can sympathize with the recent attitude of narrowing down and carefully finishing models that have many fixed fans.

However, there was a time when we were striving to create a lineup of flagship models before we achieved the stability we have today. Starting with the Alcyone introduced here, this is the specialty car route that ended with the SVX fadeout.

Alcyone debuted in June 1985. They probably targeted the Honda Prelude, which held a large share of the market.

It was introduced with an extremely strong wedge-shaped body that confounded many circumstances. Add a cover to the gouge of the door handle to create a flush surface and CD=0.29. Although it had a reputation for achieving a low air resistance of 2, there was no special ingenuity in the processing of moldings around the roof. I guess he deliberately closed his eyes because changing the fixtures around here would increase the cost.

Also, like Subaru, there is a 4WD setting, so the vehicle height is quite high. Airflow under the floor is also a significant negative factor in improving aerodynamic characteristics. In order to achieve the highest level of CD value at the time while carrying such a handicap, the Alcyone was styled like a wedge.

The mechanism also showed a lot of attention to detail typical of Fuji Heavy Industries. As well as the engine installed

Although it was a horizontally opposed 4-cylinder 1.8L 2 0HC, all cars were turbocharged to obtain the power performance suitable for the flagship, achieving 135 horsepower and 20.0kgm.

However, the Alcyone still had a big secret, and that is the VX flat-six engine introduced here. The horizontally-opposed 6-cylinder 2.7-liter engine produces 150 horsepower and 21.5 kgm despite being non-turbo. With this engine added in 1986, the Alcyone became Subaru's flagship in both name and reality.

As for the drive system, although both FF and 4WD were prepared for the 1.8 liter, the 2.7 liter adopted ACTI4, which adjusts the front and rear torque distribution with an electronically controlled multi-plate transfer. In addition, the suspension system itself was conventional with front/strut and rear/semi-trail, but combined with an air suspension, the vehicle height was greatly adjustable. When set to High Most, the road clearance was unbelievably large for a coupe, making it a Subaru-like all-weather/all-terrain GT.

If I were to describe the ride quality in one word, it would be something like a “magic carpet.” The floor is high, and the driving position where you are forced to lie on your back high off the ground is also strange, and the footwork that clears corners with deep rolls is a taste that only this car has.

However, if asked to name the most unique aspect of the Alcyone, I would answer without hesitation: the interior. The cockpit of this car is so unique.

Instrument panel and center console in one

The dashboard that became the body has a downward U-shape. Since a large area is devoted to the air-conditioning outlet, the space for layout of switches is small. The main switches were laid out on the side to ensure operability.

There were many parts where the consistency of the layout was marked with a question mark, such as the temperature control for the air conditioner being behind the shift lever, but the designer had a lot of fun with things like this control wing and the steering wheel with an asymmetrical L-shaped arm. Alcyone's cockpit is suitable to be called a specialty car. It may be an extreme argument, but I think that it is important for this kind of car to have a unique world that cannot be found anywhere else, rather than having good or bad performance that everyone can be satisfied with.

However, because of that. Neither the Alcyone nor the Piazza were successful in terms of sales. Here, it is easy to analyze that the Alcyone's unique but overly self-righteous mechanism and riding quality were the cause, while the Piazza's outdated driving performance was the opposite of its beautiful appearance. But more than that, I would like to focus on the fact that these two still exude a mysterious charm.

It's a kind of thing that you can't feel even now when you come into contact with Soarer and Prelude, which were popular at the time, and it's definitely not just the rarity value that only a minority has. Perhaps this is the strong personality that the maker put in as a message.

It may be time to learn from these two cars now that there are concerns about cars becoming white goods.

HISTORY

Piazza debuted in May 1980. The body, which faithfully reproduced Giugiaro's show design, was said to be a running work of art. In 1986, Irmscher was added, and in 1988, Lotus and European individuality models were added. Produced until 90. Alcyone appeared in June 1985. Initially, only 1.8ℓ horizontally opposed 4-cylinder turbo. An attempt to create a new genre called 4WD specialty was unsuccessful in terms of sales. 2.7ℓ was added in 1987. produced up to 1991

The initial model is only a 1.8-liter horizontally opposed 4-cylinder turbo. Generates 135 horsepower / 20.0 kgm. The pan bar is differentiated by adopting a 5-mile bumper only for 2.7ℓ. The small cabin is the result of pursuing aerodynamics.

Debuted in May 1981. The plain style, which is not found in the latter model without aero parts, faithfully reproduces the design of Giugiaro. Early engines were G200 DOHC and OHC.

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super rough jules pseudo analysis thing

still think the most ??? train of thought ive had about jules is the line of analysis where i try to tie his dynamic with rosemarine to some sort of still-wonky class analysis

like i need to reread because it's been a while so i might simply be projecting but i remember talking about rose basically being like. bureaucrat capitalist nouveau riche vs jules being an impoverished and landless (?) noble and how the milieu of kazeki's narrative could have something to do with that (plus the later bits *coughs paris arc coughs* on urbanity... which is more directly about class p much)

my favorite part about that analysis is looking at how power and gender intersects cos in the case of jules, if land = power = masculinity and he is rendered landless by a series of unfortunate events, he is effectively castrated by the loss. and so much of jules' life is defined by trying to grapple with that vacuum (tbh you can interpret his shady dealings as like, kinda trying to compensate for his masculinity, because rising the ranks in the underground is power too, but since it's underground it's not really recognized so)... but ultimately kind of just always being on the fence about things. lmao.

queerness plays a big role in the hot mess that is jules. bc his character is stripped of his masculinity by the establishment and forced to occupy another (opposite!) role... and ofc because he loves rosemarine, he is obsessed with rosemarine, and he can't seem to reconcile himself with that fact nor can he let it go even well into the future, as in dove of happiness.

tldr; no one knows what goes on with jules de ferrier, even himself!!! (actually we kinda do know he has a crazy complex @ rosemarine which is very love and hate and tied to his self-image and gender concept. jules himself however) lololol. he's so bitter and terrible and this is a very limited and rudimentary look at the gears that turn this weirdo's head but it's like, wow, this guy is the side character ever and you can dig this deep into him??? sometimes i genuinely feel crazy but i think that's the charm of kazeki, the characters are like jawbreakers, you gotta take your time to melt and experience all the layers...

but this line of thinking also makes me curious about what the milieu of kazeki's production might have to do with these themes. bc you know. there are countless papers on marxist readings of rov and how its story coincided w irl social movements re: leftism and feminism in japan. what about kazeki? like i think there's potential in there... uuu... wanna study...