#THIS IS LIKE THE 3RD TIME I'VE TRIED REPLYING TO THIS

[anonymousicecream]

Landlord (Jihyo x M Reader)

"I've already waited for 3 months, today's the last day!" You shouted at your tenant, Park Jihyo, for failing to pay rent for the 3rd month in a row. "But, sorry sir, I just haven't got the money yet." She reasoned. "Bullshit, you think I don't know that stripper money you have??" You asked her, and her face turned red, knowing that her lie has been unravelled. "Pay, pay and never return." You gave her an ultimatum, before...

"WAIT! I'll...... I'll let you use me, for free, as a way of paying for rent." She offered, which made you throb under your pants. "Is that so?" You asked her. "yes." She said. "Clothes off, NOW." You instructed, and she obeyed, taking her top off, leaving her in a black bra and her jean shorts.

You grabbed her hands and guided her onto the bed, pushing her onto the bed. You took your t-shirt off, throwing it to the side before removing your jeans, leaving you fully naked. You then got on top of her, reaching for her hand before she starts stroking your cock. You groaned, feeling her warm hand before you moved your hands onto her tits, caressing her covered tits. You raised her top upwards, exposing her tits before you start fondling with her tits, earning a moan from her.

She starts stroking your cock faster before you stopped her. You then grabbed your bag you dropped before and took out a lube, dropping some on your cock, which she strokes immediately, lathering your cock with it. You then poured some on her cleavage, rubbing it onto her cleavage and tits, before you pressed her tits together and put your cock on her cleavage, moving front and back as you start titfucking her. "Fuck that's it, faster daddy." She groans.

You moved faster and it didn't take long before you started throbbing, which made Jihyo smirk. "Cum, cum on my tits daddy. I know you're close." She teased and you smirked, before you moved faster, and before you know it, you came on her tits. "Fuckkk." You groaned, feeling spurts of cum going out onto her tits, earning moans from her as she tries to lap some of the cum. "Mmmmhhhh that's good." Jihyo moans, swallowing some of your load.

After you finished cumming, you moved down onto her shorts, unbuttoning it and removing her panties, exposing her glistening and wet pussy. You reached over to grab an anal plug, sucking it before you insert it into her asshole. "FUCKKK!" She moaned, before you replied "For extra pleasure". You spat on your dick, stroking it back to hardness before aligning yourself with her, pushing into her pussy. "AHHHHH" She moans, "SO BIG! SO BIG!"

You wasted no time, thrusting in and out of her, earning a few more groans and moans from the two of you. After she got adjusted to your cock, she wrapped her hands around your neck and legs around your hips, allowing you to thrust deeper into her. "FUCK FUCK FUCK THAT'S SO FUCKING DEEP!!!" She couldn't stop moaning. You moved your hands to caress her thighs as you fucked her, making her squirm in the process.

You held her thighs in place, allowing you to hit almost every part of her insides, before you found her g-spot and started hitting it. "FUCK!" Jihyo moaned, squirming so much, throwing her head onto the bed. "You like that? YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT?" You said, groaning in the process, and hardening your thrusts after each word. "Y-y-yes daddy. FASTER!" She moans. You moved your hands onto her neck and tits, choking and caressing her, which made her moan even more.

You thrusted a few more times, before you thrusted once more, hitting her g-spot, making her squirt in the process. You thrusted a few more times into her, before resting deep inside her, as she kept on cumming on your cock. "FUCK!!! FUCKKKKK!!!!" Jihyo couldn't stop moaning, continuing to cum on your cock. "FUckkkk baby your cock feels so good inside me." Not long after, she finished cumming.

You pulled out of her pussy, flipping her over onto her stomach, pulling her hair before aligning your cock with her pussy. "Ahhh daddy!" Jihyo moaned, before you pushed into her, earning a groan from you. "So big and deep daddy!!!" Jihyo moaned. You wasted no time, thrusting in and out of here in an instant. "Faster! FASTERRRR!!!!!" Jihyo moaned louder, clenching her pussy in the process.

You thrusted in and out of her faster, spanking her ass while you rail her from behind, making her tighter, moaning more. You reached onto her tits, fondling with them, making her squirm. "Daddy, please, fuck me, fuck me until I can't stop cumming." Jihyo moaned, moaning word after word after word. "I'm close." You groaned into her ears. "Inside me, I'm safe." She moans, as you nodded. You moved your hands onto her clit, rubbing them as she moans -- LOUD -- before you thrusted one last time and thrusted HARD and DEEP into her, cumming into her womb.

"FUCKKK!!!! DADDYYYY! CUM!!! CUM IN ME!!!! BREED ME DADDY!!!!" Jihyo moaned after each spurt of cum into her womb as you groaned, kissing and leaving hickeys on her neck as you came deep inside her. You continued rubbing her pussy as you cum inside her, before you finally stopped cumming. You pulled out of her pussy, hearing a groan from her. You reached into her pussy, grabbing some of your cum and then forcing your finger into her mouth as she suck your finger and your cum, making her groan in pleasure as well.

You pulled your finger out of her before laying down on the bed. "Sit on my face." You instructed her and she immediately agreed. She set her legs aside your head, putting her ass near your face as she leaned down and grabbed your cock, stroking it slowly. You pulled the anal plug out harshly, making her groan LOUDLY. You leaned up a bit before you start eating her ass out. "AHHH FUCK THAT'S IT DADDY! FASTER!!!" She instructed while starting to stroke your cock faster, as you obeyed to her words. Not long after, you felt that she was wet enough so you slapped her ass and lift her off your face. "Ride me babygirl." You instructed and she smirked.

She got on your dick, aligning her asshole with your dick, before lowering herself down onto your dick. "Fuck you're so tight!" You groaned, before helping her ride you up and down. "Fuck you fill me up sooo goood." She moans, as she starts getting used to riding you. Not long after, she removed your hands, allowing her to take control of her pace as she rides you hard and fast. You moved one of your hands onto her tits and the other into her pussy, fingering and fondling with her tits while she rode you.

"FUCK THAT'S SO GOOD!!!!!" She complimented you before moaning again, resuming her ride. You wasted no time before you sat up, leaning in to suck her tits while rubbing her clit aggressively, making her squirm and clench. "Don't cum yet." You instructed, making her groan. You grabbed her hips before getting up, wrapping her legs around your hips before walking towards your balcony, kicking the door open as she starts riding you while you carry her.

You sat down onto one of the couch, before she starts riding you again, this time more aggressively. "Moan baby, moan. Let the world hear your moans." You groaned into her ears, making her ride you harder and faster, which in turn making her moan louder. "FUCKKKK I'M CLOSE. DADDY, YOUR BABY'S CLOSE TO CUMMING HARD!!!!" She moans loudly. You groaned into her ears before you moved your mouth onto her tits, sucking them while you rub her pussy more aggressively, before you start thrusting up into her, meeting her thrusts.

"OHHH THAT'S DEEP DADDY! MORE! I WANT MORE DADDY!" She moans loudly, which motivates you even further. "I'm close baby." You groaned into her tits. "Cum. Cum with me daddy. Fill your baby's ass." Fill it up, make me cum on you." She moaned while riding you. It triggered you to go to lightning mode, thrusting in and out of her at an unbelievable pace as well as biting her nipples before you thrust into her one last time, as deep as possible, before you cum inside of her. "FUCKKKK!!!!" You groaned. "FUCK DADDY CUM IN ME!!! FILL ME!!!!!" She moans as she leaned down onto you, forcing your head into her tits as she squirted on your thighs. You couldn't stop filling her up, mainly from how tight and hot she has been. She also couldn't stop cumming on your thighs and abs, feeling over-stimulated.

"Fuck daddy fuckkk. It's too much daddy." She moaned, groaning as she squirted a few more times. You eventually finished cumming, and so did she. You pulled out of her ass, earning a gasp and groan from her. "Fuckkk that's a great one." You complimented her. "That was. Although, I want more." She teased you, and you smirked. After that, you two fucked at almost every place possible, starting from the kitchen, to the living room, hot tub, shower, and staircase.

[racinggirl]

that's my girl

Lando Norris fic - requested

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a/n: it took me a bit longer as I have been quite busy this last week, but it's hereeee! I hope you like it, I have to say I love badass Y/N a lot, so thank you for the request! It's a bit shorter, but we need some variation in life, don't we? Let me know your thoughts! It's not proofread, so be aware for any minor mistakes, if there are some. Lots of loveeee. Don't forget to send in requests! I love all the requests I've gotten so far 🫶🏼

‘’What kind of snacks do you want?’’ You asked your boyfriend as you were preparing some somewhat healthy snacks before he would go live on Twitch. You were filling up a bowl with Maltesers because, let’s be honest, who doesn’t like those? You then decided to grab a knife and cut the cheese and cucumber to make the tray snacks somewhat healthier.

‘’Can you lay on the tray?’’ Lando wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, causing you to tilt your head when he planted soft kisses on your neck. ‘’You already had that snack not too long ago, mister Norris.’’ You teased, keeping your eyes closed as you felt his hands making its way under your shirt, close to your bra.

‘’Nah, ah.’’ You put down the knife and took both his hands in yours, moving them down and placing them on your hips before reaching back for the knife. Your action caused him to groan, and you simply smirked as you felt how much he needed you, because let’s be honest here, it was impossible to not feel him through his jeans.

‘’Grapes, mango?’’ You continued, focussing back on the tray of deliciousness in front of you. ‘’Chocolate covered strawberries.’’ He replied, walking to the fridge. ‘’Yeah, ehm, about those��’’ You bite your lip as you looked over at the – way too perfect – McLaren driver, who happened to be your boyfriend.

‘’No, you ate them?’’ He asked, turning 45 degrees to look at you with puppy eyes. ‘’Oh stop it! You ate my piece of cake the other day!’’ You laughed, feeling his hands on your body as he tickled you. ‘’Lando! Stop!’’ You managed to breathe out in between your laughter.

‘’You ate my strawberries!’’ He exclaimed; his arms wrapped tightly around you as you tried to somehow escape his grasp. But he was strong, of course he was, he was a Formula One driver.

Talking about his job, you were proud of him. The two of you had been dating for a few years now, the world only finding out in your 3rd year of dating each other. You had no idea how because you never purposely tried to be secret about it. You never went out in public, never really posted about one another on your socials, either. You only really started doing that when people noticed your relationship.

You were almost done with your degree now, though. Meaning you had more time to come to some of his races. You loved going there, not only to support your boyfriend, but also to learn about all the behind the scenes of the sport. It was something that fascinated you ever since you started dating Lando.

However, you tried to stay out of the camera’s as much as you could. You never held hands when you walked through the paddock with him; if you walked through the paddock with him. Most of the time you arrived after he did because you either had to finish some online work in the hotel room, or because you wanted to stay out of the spotlight.

You never really enjoyed being in front of the camera’s, hence why you were so invested in all the behind-the-scenes stuff. It wasn’t because you weren’t confident enough, not at all, because you were, and that’s something Lando always admired about you, especially when you started to receive hate. You just never thought being in front of the camera suited you, those cameras around you, people asking questions, it just annoyed you, and you decided you didn’t want to take a part of it.

It didn’t mean you never supported him, though. You were always there for him, and he knew. He never complained, he never told you you weren’t supportive, no. He loved how your relationship was different than the ones from all the other WAGS, he felt like he wasn’t sharing you with the entire world, that you were just his, and that’s exactly how you felt, too.

‘’Good evening chat! Long-time no see, ey?’’ You heard Lando’s smile through the words he just spoke, waving at the camera as he leaned back in his chair. He glanced over at you, his eyes gliding over you before quickly shooting you a wink. You laughed and rolled your eyes at his action, simply knowing the chat would comment on his wink.

‘’I’m good, enjoying the off season as much as I can.’’ He smirked. ‘’Aren’t we, babe?’’ He asked and you got up, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘’I for sure am.’’ You winked before walking to the kitchen to get your snacks.

You always were seated outside of the camera’s view. As much as you loved staying out of the cameras at the track, you did the same whenever he streamed. You never did it purposely, though. You never hid away from the cameras; you simply never purposely were in front of them.

‘’Grabbing snacks!’’ You yelled from the kitchen when you heard Lando read the comments. ‘What’s Y/N doing?’ and ‘Where’s your girlfriend going?’

‘’She’s getting snacks, chat. You won’t believe it, but we actually prepared those for tonight.’’ He smirked, sipping his water as he read through the comments. ‘’We?’’ You asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile. ‘’Right, sorry chat, my lovely girlfriend Y/N prepared the snacks.’’ He said, watching you placing the tray of delicious food in front of him.

‘’I’m just missing one snack on here, but sadly there’s not enough room on the tray for that.’’

‘OMG HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT’

‘HAHAHAHA Lando naughty naughty boy’

‘DUUUUUUDE LANDO WHAT LMAO’

You sat down next to him, your legs over his as you grabbed a Malteser from the tray. ‘’You’re very original with your jokes tonight, Norris.’’ You smirked, reaching for your phone before you opened TikTok, keeping yourself entertained when Lando continued his stream.

He loved this about you, he loved the fact that even though he was live, streaming and being in front of cameras, you never backed down. You never changed when the cameras were there, you always stayed yourself. That was probably the thing he admired most about you, and things he definitely learned from you.

As the hours went by, the tray of food was nearly empty. You got up a few times to go to the bathroom, get something to drink, get some more snacks and so on. Lando got up to go to the bathroom for the second time this evening, leaving you alone with chat.

You kissed his lips before he left the room, you simply deciding to pop up in front of the camera this time. You read some messages, smiling as they told you you looked beautiful. ‘’Aw, thanks guys, or girls, that’s sweet.’’ You replied, leaning your chin on your hand as you continued reading a few more comments.

The second you heard him coming back in the room, you commented on a question in the chat, Lando sitting next to you with a smile on his face. He loved it when you interacted with his fans, which you sometimes did. It’s not like you were completely offline when it came to the fame he carried with him, you just never really bothered to become an influencer like some others did.

‘’Nah, ah, Norris, they are asking me questions now.’’ You teased, holding your hand up when he started to talk again.

‘HAHA Y/N’s such a vibe’

‘Yeah Lando, we’re chatting with your girl now!’

He simply chuckled, pecking your lips when you looked at him and he then enjoyed the scenery he saw in front of him.

After a while, you got up from your chair, going to the kitchen to refill your glass of water for the fourth time that evening, and made your way back to the room when you heard your boyfriend reading some comments out aloud.

‘Y/N doesn’t love him, she never holds his hand in the paddock, what a supportive WAG.’

You furrowed your eyebrows at that comment, and just as Lando was about to say something to defend you, you put your glass of water on the table in front of you.

‘’Last time I checked, my job title wasn’t ‘WAG’. I’m an engineer, not a runway model.’’

Lando looked at you, amazed, proud, and smiling like an idiot. ‘’You heard her, chat.’’ He smirked. ‘’That’s my girl.’’ He whispered happily.

The end of the stream was nearing, and you got up to head to bed. ‘’Goodnight, babe, I’ll see you in a bit.’’ You whispered before placing a kiss on his lips, smiling against them as he returned the favour. You glanced over at chat one last time, feeling Lando’s hand on the back of your upper leg.

‘’Next time I’ll open the ‘WAGs Handbook’ to catch up on some of my duties.’’ You smirked at the chat. ‘’Goodnight chat, sleep tight.’’ You blew them a kiss before walking out of the room, heading straight to bed.

Not long after you positioned yourself in the king-size bed Lando had in his bedroom, you heard the door opening; your boyfriend making his way to you. ‘’You’re amazing, please never change.’’ He whispered and pressed his lips on yours, firmly.

Later that season

[keeheauxtales]

tentative title: hung hyung

Permanent 🔞 Ecstasy

MDNI

gif ©️ me! believe it or not 😭

pairing: Intak (P1H) x male reader (dynamic up to individual interpretation tbh)

author’s notes: I am currently miles away from my comfort zone… I don’t think I've written MxM anything in around 10 years 👀😀. However, I made a vow to myself that I'd write a thing for my Intak-biased bestie whose birthday is this week. On top of that, last week we saw Piwon for the 3rd time, and this title is from Victoria Monét's "On My Mama" which Intak covered so deliciously. 🤭 There is an alluding to pup!Intak that’s been all the rage here recently – if you squint.

content warnings: profanity, semi-public blowjob (reader received)

Your friend has the midas touch, and you swear by that, as you enter into the dressing room backstage per said friend’s invitation. You expected to see all the members shuffling around to get ready for the show. However, you only see Intak rise up from his seat already dressed as the door opens, politely greeting you with that big smile of his.

You were not complaining in the slightest as THE Hwang Intak confirms your name that was given to him by word of mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N! I heard you’ve been a fan since debut…” Intak says after you’ve greeted him back. His appreciative doe eyes stare right into your eager eyes as he thanks you for being so supportive since the beginning of his career.

“Of course, Intak,” you reply, “and you’ve always caught my attention… Your rapping is so good, and the way you move is incredible.” You don’t expect anything when your eyes subconsciously cruise up and down that toned body of his, but you find his eyes doing the same thing in that brief moment of silence after thanking you again.

You definitely don’t expect him to call you cute in such a shy manner before briefly peeking at his phone. As you continue staring at him, taking this moment in, you spy some naturally formed blush hitting his cheeks.

“You good, Intak?” you can’t help but ask him, that blush on his face getting a deeper pink, almost like the magenta on the UTOP1A concert logo.

“I’m… good,” he starts off, “but a bit nervous. Never had a one-on-one time with a fan before… especially a handsome one…”

His confession catches you off guard, the compliment at the end almost leaving you in disbelief. The moment you look down his body again, that disbelief intensifies as you notice a bulge forming in his pants.

Out of curiosity, you ask him, “Well… how did you expect this [interaction] to go?”

After pondering a moment, he begins to answer before trailing off in thought. “Not too sure… T-talking…” Honestly speaking, the moment Intak was informed about this encounter, and your friend showed him a picture they took of you, his mind started racing at a pace he was struggling to grasp. “Can we do something else though? We have time.”

You admired how cautious he was trying to be, eyes surveying his surroundings as he briskly walks over to the door, awaiting your confirmation before turning the lock on it. It was almost as if you both knew what happens after the locking of any door (in this type of setting) because it did not take long before his lips touched yours, and you granted him access to your mouth.

Moans escape the both of you as you trail your hands that were cupping his face down his seemingly chiseled body. Unlike Intak, you were a bit more unashamed with your actions, but tried to be just as cautious with your approach.

“Fuck,” Intak breathes out as you gently grab at his hardened bulge. His hand grips your thigh in response as you come to the realization that you’re just as hard. Intak’s soft lips graze down your neck, stopping at your chest before looking up at you (in part) for permission. You knowingly nod, admiring how he balances his shyness with his natural confidence so well.

Both of his hands rest on your thighs before congregating at the belt buckle atop of your shorts. Now, one would’ve solely unbuckled the object, but this showman here asks if you know about his solo stage.

“Of course!” you exclaim a bit breathlessly. “I… love that song… and what you did with it.” He smiles at the praise you give him for his hard work before he gradually pulls your belt out from your garments completely.

In a move similar to one from that performance, your belt is wrapped around his big hands before it’s discarded to the side. You both can’t help but smirk at the action before he guides you onto the vanity counter, leaning back on your hands as you anticipate Intak’s next moves.

He doesn’t even bother undoing the button of your shorts, he just pulls them down until they’re around your ankles. Mere seconds pass before your boxers receive that same treatment, your hard cock springing up, precum already dripping out of the tip.

He licks his lips, constantly looking up at you for permission. This time, you place a hand of yours on the nape of his neck before nodding at him to proceed. He sticks his tongue out, feeding himself some of your precum as an appetizer before taking you in his mouth.

You can’t help but curse out at him in pleasure, your legs planting themselves over his shoulders as he indulged in the feeling of your dick in his mouth. He moans around you in sheer delight before looking back up at your pleased expression. Your eyes were too closed to see how proud of himself he was becoming at the fact that he was clearly making you feel good.

While bobbing his head up and down your length, he caresses your thighs with varying degrees of roughness, feeling you shake ever-so-slightly beneath him. “Holy fuck, Intak,” you spit out, earning a quizzical moan from the boy, feeling the vibration rather deeply before you continue. “You’re really fucking good…”

Intak kept moaning as he kept sucking, one hand grabbing your nutsack with a bit more intensity than you would’ve been prepared for. What you may have missed was that Intak grabbed his still clothed hard cock at the same time, just barely thrusting into his hand in alternation with his bobbing head.

Both of you seemlessly transition from soft moans to low groans, your dick twitching in Intak’s mouth in a way that eggs him on even further. Once he hollows his throat to receive you to the hilt, you begin to lose it.

“I’m gonna cum, 'T-tak!” you manage to yell in a whispered state. Those same puppy eyes you were met with in the beginning approve of your next moves before they close tightly. He squeezes yours and his balls simultaneously before you both let out the most unabashed sounds, as you feel ropes of your warm semen enter Intak’s warm throat.

An echo of obscenities follows as you come down from your peak. Intak slowly backs away from you with a close-mouthed grunt, waiting until your heavy eyes reopen for him to open his mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the pool of your release still resting in his mouth before he swallows.

For several reasons, Intak smiles in relief before slowly getting up. “I have to change my underwear,” he admits, chuckling so adorably. He begins to discard of everything on his lower half rather quickly, and that’s when you officially return to reality… To the practically vacant green room in the venue where you initially just came to enjoy a concert of one of your favorite artists.

Moments later, Intak returns clothed, almost running to you, whose pants… and belt… are back on your person (because you know timing is not of the essence in a situation like this). He seems to share a mutual interest in not wanting this moment to end anytime soon, as he manages to steal a couple more kisses from you before hearing the doorknob jiggle.

“Can you come back after the show?” Intak asks before unlocking the door. His gaze never leaves you as he awaits your response. You take it upon yourself to steadily get up from the counter to avoid any speculation before answering.

“If I can walk, sure!” you both laugh before the door opens and the remaining members of P1Harmony enter. You quickly greet them before scurrying out of the room to allow them some pre-show privacy.

This is already the best concert experience of your life, and it hadn’t even begun yet.

[supernaturalscribe67]

Destiny

Words: 7,528

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Gabriel x Male!Winchester!Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, Slight Angst (if you squint), Language, Brotherly Drama/Teasing, Sexual Innuendos

Summary: (Y/N) Winchester never thought he would have to play a prominent role in the fight between Michael and Lucifer, but when Gabriel's attempt at convincing Sam and Dean to accept their destiny fails, (Y/N) is left pondering the situation at hand. What happens when Gabriel reveals the truth behind his disappearance from Heaven and his own role in the fight?

Heavily Inspired by S5.8 "Changing Channels"

Request:

Hey!! I was hoping you would be able to do this request.

It could feature hurt/comfort, angst, and fluff :)

Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

He could be trans or cis, up to you.

There was a younger Winchester brother, and with 3 full blooded Winchesters meant of course, a 3rd vessel. Gabriel's vessle. You both aren't keen on the idea of possession and end up falling for each other? Destiny had brought them together for battle but their hearts yearned for something else.

(something along those lines atleast)

:D

@genekies

A/N: I've sat here for the last ten minutes staring at the Summary because my brain is non-existent right now. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this! Sorry it's so late! I also hope you don't mind that I changed the 'younger' Winchester to a middle Winchester~ I enjoyed writing something cute and fluffy after that heavy story I posted! Feedback is appreciated!

~ Much Love!

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“Son of a bitch.” 

“It’s him. It’s Doctor Sexy.” 

“Nutcracker!”

“I’ve got genital herpes.”

(Y/N) blamed himself for this. Why he thought any hunt he and his brothers did would be normal was beyond him. When was anything the Winchesters did ever normal?

He could count on one hand the number of times he’d encountered tricksters, none of them pleasant. Still, something about this trickster was different. Slight abnormalities in the realm of possibilities, Sam, Dean, and Castiel all agreed, Castiel seeming to know more than them, but unable to voice his thoughts before being whisked away by said ‘trickster’. From there, the Winchester brothers were tossed from TV show to TV show, enduring humiliation and awkward conversation. It wasn’t until Sam was transformed into the Impala that it clicked. 

It wasn’t a trickster. It was an angel. 

That was how they ended up in an abandoned warehouse, the angel stood in the center of a ring of Holy Fire. (Y/N) tried to hide the exhaustion on his face that resulted from their hectic escapades. What he would kill to go back to their motel, crawl under the scratchy covers, and go to sleep. 

“Where’s you get the Holy Oil?” The angel asked, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. 

“Well, I guess you could say we pulled it out of Sam’s ass,” Dean replied, straight-faced. 

Sam clenched his jaw and sent a death glare towards him. (Y/N) snickered, earning him the same glare. He pressed his lips together, mumbled a faint ‘sorry’ under his breath, and turned his attention back towards the wannabe trickster. 

The smirk he had vanished. “Where’d I screw up?” He asked. 

“You didn’t,” Sam shook his head. “Nobody gets a jump on Cas like you did.” 

“It was the way you talked about Armageddon,” Dean explained. 

“Meaning?” The angel furrowed his brows. 

“Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they’re talking about their own family.” 

The angel looked away and lowered his head, a silent confirmation of their suspicions. 

“So, which one are you?” Sam cocked his head to the side. “Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?” 

(Y/N) bit the inside of his cheeks, lowering his head to hide the small smile that appeared. Despite the gravity of the situation, he had to admit that Sam’s question was a little funny. He blamed it on him being tired. He was quick to erase the expression off his face before lifting his head. The angel’s gaze shifted over to Sam, and he hesitated for a moment.

“Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.” 

“The archangel?” Sam asked. 

“Guilty.” 

“Okay, Gabriel. How does an archangel become a trickster?” Dean questioned. 

Gabriel shifted. “I consider it my own, private Witness Protection. I skipped out of Heaven, got a face transplant, and carved out my own little corner of the world. Until you three screwed it up,” his tone was full of irritation. 

(Y/N), Sam, and Dean shared a glance, almost as if communicating telepathically with one another - something they had become accustomed to growing up. While they knew significant details about the conflict between the archangels Michael and Lucifer, it seemed, to them, that the situation ran a lot deeper than it originally appeared. 

“So, boys, now what?” Gabriel’s voice broke them out of their trance. “Are we just going to stare at each other for the rest of eternity?” 

Dean licked his lips. ‘Well, first of all, you’re going to bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.” 

“Oh, am I?”

“Yeah, or we’re going to dunk you in some Holy Oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel.” 

Gabriel clenched his jaw, looking over at Sam, then at (Y/N). All of them shared the same serious expression. Poking his tongue into his cheek, he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. Shuffling could be heard behind the trio as they turned their heads to see a disheveled Castiel. His hair was more ruffled than usual, and a small cut ran across the bridge of his nose. Blood was splattered on the collar of his trenchcoat. He stumbled slightly. 

“Cas, you okay?” (Y/N) asked. 

“I’m fine,” Castiel replied, his icy gaze locked on Gabriel. “Hello, Gabriel.” 

Gabriel lowered his hand, crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled tightly. “Hey, bro. How’s the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful,” Gabriel’s tone was harsh. 

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. It was obvious that there was more going on in Heaven than the Winchesters were led to believe. Multiple sides mean multiple stories. Who knows what really happened? 

“Alright, let’s get out of here. Sam, (Y/N)?” Dean slowly started to step towards the exit. 

Sam was the first to move, while (Y/N) seemed hesitant. In the end, he, too, turned his back on Gabriel and made his way towards his brothers. Castiel soon followed. 

“No,” Gabriel muttered. “Okay…hey, guys, so…” he stumbled over his words. “So what, huh? You’re just, you’re just gonna leave me here forever?” 

When the group reached the door, they all turned back to him. 

“No,” Dean began. “We’re not, because we don’t screw with people the way you do. And, for the record, this isn’t about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can’t be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.” 

Gabriel opened his mouth, as if to object, but stopped himself. He lowered his head in shame, turning his back to them. Wordlessly, Dean looked back, spotting a fire alarm on the wall. He easily broke the glass surrounding the alarm and pulled the handle. A shrill, faded sound echoed within the broken building. As Gabriel looked up, the aged sprinkler system burst open, showering him with cold water. Gabriel gazed at them, his face filled with defeat. 

“Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you,” Dean called out over the sound of the alarm. 

With that, Sam, Dean, and Castiel turned their backs one last time on Gabriel, walking out of the building. (Y/N), however, stayed put, his eyes locked onto Gabriel’s. He studied the look of hurt on his face, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt. A part of him wanted to say something, to turn around and provide him with some type of comfort. They didn’t know what Gabriel was going through, nor what had caused him to leave Heaven in the first place. Perhaps, all he needed was someone to be there. To allow him to be heard. (Y/N) could relate to that feeling. Alas, as the ring of Holy Fire began to dissipate, over the blaring sound of the alarm, he could hear the faint shout of his older brother calling out his name. (Y/N) looked at the warehouse door, the breeze from the early morning shifting his wetting hair, then back to Gabriel. For a moment, he cast an apologetic look his way before he, swiftly, left the building. 

*~*

A couple of weeks after the incident with Gabriel, (Y/N) couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts at bay. Although his brothers had all since left the interaction behind them, refocusing their attention on their odd hunting jobs, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the reminder of the expression on Gabriel’s face. He had taken the time to carefully consider what Gabriel had been going through, or what he had been through before he had left Heaven. Sure, he wasn’t aware of the extent of it all, but he could sure sympathize with how it felt to be stuck between his brothers during their spats. Sam and Dean never threatened the sanctity of Heaven over their problems, but still. 

(Y/N) had taken many walks since then, because sleep had been so easily unobtainable. On nights when Sam and Dean slept soundly on their motel room beds - or couch, depending on who lost in the coin toss - (Y/N) would slink out of the room into the night. Alternatively, in the morning, if sleep didn’t come after the first walk, he would go on another, ultimately stopping for breakfast on his way back to the motel to appease his brothers. 

Sam and Dean were none the wiser. 

On those walks, his mind would always shift to Gabriel and the predicament he was in. In a way, he disagreed with what Dean had said to Gabriel. But, with everything that was said by Gabriel, himself, he partially agreed with it as well. Why was Gabriel so adamant about Sam and Dean allowing Lucifer and Michael to take possession of them for a fight that he wasn’t even willing to fight himself? He felt so in the dark about the whole debacle. Although he wasn’t directly involved in it, he was still interested to know what the fate of his brothers could be. It was thoughts and questions like those that kept his mind racing in the early hours of the morning, making him unable to get an adequate amount of sleep. 

That night was no different. The three of them had traveled to a town along the East Coast, following the clues of a possible Wendigo. The case had just started, and the interviews and clues left much to be desired. They weren’t even close to pinpointing the approximate area in the nearby woodland where it could reside. Sam and Dean were running thin, and (Y/N) was no help. Not with the way his mind had been racing lately. It wasn’t like he could help it, though. He tried, he did, and a part of him couldn’t see how Sam and Dean were able to concentrate whilst everything was going on in Heaven. He had always envied them for their sense of focus, something he lacked greatly at times. When he started the walks, clearing his mind was his initial goal, but going out on his own, in the dead of night, only seemed to make his thoughts louder. 

The town was small, and barely had much of a park, just some cheap playground equipment that looked as if it needed to be updated and a small trail. (Y/N) was thankful for the benches that were laid along the path. Despite the park’s size, it had a beautiful view; a full panoramic of the deep, dark ocean past craggy cliffs, cut off by a steel fence. The ocean was loud and, despite the distance from the land to the sea, mist sprayed (Y/N)’s face faintly, painting his features with minuscule water droplets. He had worn a jacket that night. Even though it was surprisingly hot during the day, as soon as the sun dropped, the temperatures did as well. 

(Y/N) had been sat on the bench for close to an hour. If he had to guess, it was nearly midnight. Not once had he been able to keep Gabriel out of his mind. Gabriel, the fight, Sam, and Dean, all took turns at the forefront of his brain, but Gabriel won most of the time. He always drifted to the sad, kicked puppy-dog look he had before he left. He couldn’t imagine what Gabriel had to go through. (Y/N) thought Sam and Dean were impossible to be with all the time, but he couldn’t fathom being near Michael and Lucifer as much as Gabriel must have. He must have been quite burnt out. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A voice jerked (Y/N) from his train of thought. 

(Y/N) jumped, eyes wide as he looked towards the direction of the voice. Stood, about a foot away from the bench, was Gabriel. His expression was soft, his brown hair partially damp, the locks illuminated slightly by the nearby street lamp. Once his heart rate began to return to normal, (Y/N) nodded and gestured towards the empty seat next to him. 

“Sure,” he mumbled. 

With a short nod, Gabriel shuffled over and sat down, leaning against the back of the bench. His legs were slightly spread and his hands were clasped together in his lap. For a moment, the two of them sat in silence, listening to the sound of the crashing waves from below. Even though Gabriel had done so much to the Winchesters as a part of his trickster ‘Witness Protection’, (Y/N) didn’t feel any resentment towards him, nor did he feel agitation, even with his proximity. A part of him thought he should be, that was how Dean would react, at least. Shouldn’t he be at least a little bit pissed? Perhaps it was the weeks of thinking, working the idea into his head that he and Gabriel could, potentially, have more in common than he originally thought. It could be that he was more forgiving than his brother. In the end, (Y/N) chalked it up to him being a great judge of character. 

“How did you find me?” (Y/N) broke the silence. 

“What?” Gabriel asked. 

“How did you find me? These symbols, or whatever, Cas put on my ribs were supposed to stop angels from being able to find me. Or did he just tattoo my ribs for nothing?” 

Gabriel let out a faint chuckle and shook his head. “I admit, you were hard to find. All I did, though, was follow the sound of your prayers. They were quieter than most, but they were still noticeable.” 

(Y/N) looked over at Gabriel, confused. “Prayers? I didn’t pray to you.” 

“I guess not technically. I know that wasn’t your intention half the time, but, every time you thought of me, asked those questions, made those statements, it was as if you did.” 

(Y/N) pursed his lips and gave a faint nod. “I see…”

They were, once again, engulfed in silence as they stared out onto the water. No one said anything. Surprisingly, it was peaceful.

“I guess I should be asking why you found me. Why are you here, Gabriel?” (Y/N) asked. 

Gabriel hesitated for a moment, fumbling with his fingers. “Look, I’m not good at this sort of thing, but…” he trailed. “I thought I should come here and apologize. For everything.” 

(Y/N) looked over at Gabriel as he placed his hands into his jacket pockets and leaned back against the bench. “Shouldn’t you be apologizing to Sam and Dean, too?” 

Gabriel snorted. “Are you kidding? Those two would probably stab me before I even had the chance to say anything.” 

(Y/N) smirked. “I guess you’re right. The fact that you were practically hounding them to accept being Michael and Lucifer’s vessels doesn’t help your case either.” 

“Yeah, I realized that I probably went about it the wrong way.” 

“Probably?” 

“Okay, I definitely went about it the wrong way.” 

“That’s putting it lightly.” (Y/N) mumbled. “Why the fight, Gabriel? I mean, why now?” 

Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. “Michael and Luci have been going at it for centuries. Even before this fight, they were at each other’s throats half the time.” he began to rub his fingers together. “But, this fight…it wasn’t originally supposed to only be those two.” 

(Y/N) furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” 

“Well,” Gabriel stuttered before he stood up. Slowly, he began to pace back and forth in front of (Y/N), looking between the ground and his hands. “You know what it’s like, right? Your brothers are arguing about the dumbest things and they’ve been going at it for a while, getting a little carried away, so you have to step in and, um,” 

“Be the mediator?” 

“Yeah! You have to try and calm them down so they don’t kill each other?” 

“Well, yeah, I’ve had to do that plenty of times with Sam and Dean.” 

“Right. Back then, I had to do the same thing with Michael and Luci. Sometimes it worked, and other times, not so much. With this fight, that’s what I was supposed to do.” 

“Wait, this fight that they want to use Sam and Dean for? How’re you supposed to mediate that?” 

“I was just supposed to make sure they didn’t actually kill each other. Try to get them to talk it out. I’ve always been good at that, so it would only make sense that I would take a crack at it this go around. However, since they would be at their full power in their vessels, the last thing that needed to happen was for them to turn on me, kill me, and then each other. So, to make sure I had enough power, I, also, have to have a vessel.” 

Gabriel stopped pacing in front of him and finally faced him, his hands together in front of him. (Y/N) stared at him intently, eyes narrowed in concentration. It was as if Gabriel could see the gears working in his mind. If Michael needed a vessel, which was Dean, and Lucifer needed a vessel, which was Sam, then, that meant…

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Am I your vessel?” He breathed. 

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” Gabriel smirked, although it wasn’t as confident as the one he had when he was covered by his trickster persona. 

(Y/N)’s mouth sat agape. He was gobsmacked. His lips moved up and down as he tried to form words, but his mind nor mouth would work. It all made sense, though. Why would Sam and Dean be the only vessels? Why had he never considered that he, too, was destined to be one? It was clear as glass, yet, the thought never crossed his mind. 

“You know, when you think about it, it kind of makes sense that you’re my vessel. I mean, you’re the mediator, I’m the mediator. You’re the middle child, I’m practically the middle child. There are, actually, a lot of similarities between you and me. So, it was a great pick,” Gabriel rambled, placing his hands on his hips.

(Y/N) help his hand up. “Gabriel, just…stop.” 

Gabriel looked down and cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he pursed his lips. 

(Y/N) sat there and attempted to wrap his head around the whole situation. His thoughts were foggy and the front of his head was starting to pound. He reached his hands up and began to massage his temples. 

“So, what you’re saying,” (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle. “Is that you, the archangel Gabriel, are supposed to use me as a mediator for your two power-hungry brothers who, may I remind you, are also archangels?” 

Slowly, Gabriel nodded. “Basically.” 

“And you think this is a good idea?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“What?” 

Gabriel sighed. “Look,” He returned to his spot on the bench next to (Y/N), his body now facing him. “The times when my mediation did work was when they had their smaller fights. Little bickers here and there. When Michael and Luci are really, really mad at each other, nothing can get between them. So, most likely, what would happen is I would need to get involved in the fight to stop them.” 

“Oh, God,” (Y/N) grumbled and placed his face into his hands.

“But, believe me, that is the last thing I want to do. I mean, Michael and Luci, they’re both strong on their own, but, if they were to team up against me for trying to stop them, even with you as my vessel, I don’t stand a chance. It would be two against one.” 

(Y/N) just nodded, running his hands down his face, his gaze returning to the cool, pounding waves. A chill ran down his spine. He hadn’t realized how cold he had gotten, what with the mix of wind and misty air.

“Why are you telling me this now?” He asked quietly. “Why wasn’t I told any of this before?” 

“Well, when I went off the grid, everyone just assumed that it was my way of backing out of the fight. In a way, I guess they were right.” 

“And back at the warehouse? Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Because I still had no intention of joining the fight. However, after what Dean had said to me…” Gabriel shook his head. “I realized that he was right. I am a coward. I tried to push your brothers into accepting their roles as vessels because I want this fight to be done and over with. I just wish the fight didn’t have to happen. I figured it would be wrong if I didn’t tell you now. You deserve to know.” 

“Well, I appreciate that. And, for the record, I don’t want this fight to happen either. The last thing I want is my brothers to get involved in something that has nothing to do with them.”

“The fight’s gonna happen one way or another, and I thought getting your brothers to go along would be the best way to go about it. Once I listened to your prayers, though, I realized how it would affect you. I know you wouldn’t want to lose either one of your brothers, even though they can be assholes sometimes.” 

(Y/N) snorted. “Like you’re one to talk.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, unlike your brothers, mine can be caring and nice when they want to be.” 

“Believe it or not, Michael and Luci both have the capability of being nice! I witnessed it firsthand.” 

“Bullshit!” 

“It’s not! Granted, they were a whole lot nicer when they were fledglings, kind of got a little rocky as they got older, but they could still be nice!” 

“Wait, wait, wait, fledglings?” 

“Yeah.”

“What’re fledglings?” 

“Newborn angels.”

“So…baby angels?” 

“In a sense,” Gabriel shrugged. A mischievous smirk then appeared at the corner of his lips. “Do you want to hear some embarrassing stories about when Michael and Luci were younger?” 

“Of course I do,” (Y/N) sat back, turning his body to face Gabriel as well. 

“Okay, but, in return, you have to tell me some embarrassing stories about your brothers.”

(Y/N) bit his lip as he contemplated the offer. Finally, he smirked. “Deal.” 

For the next while, Gabriel and (Y/N) went back and forth, sharing their embarrassing stories from their abnormal families. They joked, laughed, and, overall, had a good time. Not only did it lighten the mood from the bombshell Gabriel had dropped, but it allowed them to grasp a basic understanding of their past and present lives. 

There were a few things (Y/N) learned throughout their conversation. One; Gabriel and his brothers shared some scary similarities with the Winchesters in regards to mannerisms and attitudes. Two; Gabriel could talk for a millenia if he was given the opportunity. And three; (Y/N) felt oddly calm around Gabriel. It hadn’t even struck him how easily Gabriel was able to shift the conversation as smoothly as he did. (Y/N) wasn’t too sure how he could feel that way around him. As they sat there and talked, after everything that was said, and after everything that happened with the warehouse incident - he’ll never forget the nutcracker - he couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of comfort around him. There was something about Gabriel that filled (Y/N) with a sense of peace and belonging, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it as to why that was. 

It wasn’t like he was complaining, though. 

They talked until the moon sat near the far end of the sky. Unbeknownst to them, the two had begun to scoot closer to one another as the conversation continued, getting to the point where their knees and shoulders were touching. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. Neither of them pulled away out of instinct. It felt right. It felt natural. 

Gabriel droned on and on about, yet, another story when Lucifer was a young angel. He seemed to have more stories about him than he did of Michael. (Y/N) was quite the opposite. He had more stories about Dean than he did with Sam. Both of them laughed as Gabriel tried his best to continue. 

“So - so Dad got angry because Lucifer kept letting the bugs out of their sanctuary, and -” Gabriel looked over at (Y/N), and his smile vanished. 

(Y/N) glanced up at him, noticing the change of demeanor instantly. His smile, too, disappeared. “Is something wrong?” 

As he kept his eye on him, Gabriel reached up and gently brushed his thumb against (Y/N)’s bottom lip. (Y/N) felt his cheeks heat up and his brows furrow in confusion. 

“Your lips are blue,” Gabriel stated. He glanced up at the sky and his brows shot up. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize we had been out here so long.” Gabriel sat up. 

“How long how we been out here?” (Y/N) dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. 

3:27 AM

“Oh shit,” he mumbled as he quickly stood up. 

His legs and ass were completely numb, causing him to sway at the rapid movement. Gabriel was by his side in an instant, hands on his shoulders to steady him. They had been out together for, close to, four hours. No wonder (Y/N)’s lips were blue. He shivered, teeth chattering lightly. Once (Y/N) was able to stand on his own, Gabriel took off his jacket and draped it over (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) shook his head. 

“Oh, no, Gabriel, it’s okay. I just need to get back to the motel.” He stuttered tiredly. 

“I’m the reason you were out here for so long. Consider it a, um, token of my appreciation for talking to me,” Gabriel smiled sweetly.

(Y/N) returned the smile. “Well, thank you for keeping me company.” 

“Let me take you back to the motel.” 

“No. If Sam and Dean see you, they’ll kill you and then me.”

“Then I won’t let them see me.”

Without another word, Gabriel reached up and pressed his index and middle fingers against (Y/N)’s forehead. (Y/N) inhaled shakily and closed his eyes. One second, he was standing in the park, then, the next, he and Gabriel were standing in front of the Winchester’s motel room. He breathed a sigh of relief once he saw the faded numbers etched onto the door. 

“Thank you,” he smiled and retrieved the key from his pocket. 

“Anytime. And, uh, if you ever feel the need to talk again under better weather conditions, feel free to pray. When the prayers are sent directly to me, it’s a lot easier for me to hear.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Now go warm up.”

(Y/N) flashed Gabriel one last smile as he turned the key to the room and opened the door. Gabriel vanished. 

Moonlight pooled in through the cracked door as (Y/N) crept into the room. He felt the warmth flood his face and hands as he entered. Despite the heavy jacket he had gone out with, having spent hours in the windy, misty park, he was bound to get cold eventually. He didn’t think he would get that cold, though.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see Sam sleeping soundly on his stomach, face nuzzled against the cheap pillow, and Dean sprawled out on the couch, legs and arms spread in uncomfortable positions that he would undoubtedly complain about the next day, mouth slightly open, and drool coating his chin and pillow. (Y/N) was thankful for his stealth ability.

Slowly, he made his way over to the unoccupied bed and crawled underneath the covers. Not bothering to change his clothes or take off his shoes, he nestled into the thick - yet somehow extremely thin - comforter. His eyes closed as soon as his head hit the pillow.

*~*

That was the best night’s sleep he had gotten in ages. 

Well, it would have been, had he not been awoken by a flying pillow to the face.

(Y/N) groaned as he opened his eyes ever so slightly. The sunlight beamed in through the window, caressing his skin, and he hated it. He glanced tiredly in the direction that the pillow came from and found Dean with an amused grin spread across his lips.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Dean greeted.

“Fuck off,” (Y/N) grunted as he grabbed the pillow and chucked it lazily back at him. He missed terribly. 

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Sam teased as he sat a cup of steaming coffee on the nightstand next to (Y/N).

“Thanks,” he mumbled and sat up. “And I just got a pillow thrown at my face, am I supposed to jump for joy and sing Kumbaya?” 

“Are you sure it’s the pillow and has nothing to do with you getting back so late?” Dean quirked a brow.

(Y/N) went to reach for the coffee cup, but stopped himself. He glanced at Dean, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?” 

“Well, one, you’re wearing the exact same thing you were wearing yesterday, plus you wore your shoes to bed. Two, I heard you getting back last night,”

“Bullshit. You were passed out.”

“Do you realize how loud you stumbled in? I’m surprised Sammy didn’t wake up because of it. My third point, though,” Dean pointed down to his brother’s chest. “That’s not your jacket. So…did you get lucky?” 

(Y/N) looked down at himself and his brows raised. He was still wearing Gabriel’s jacket. He had been so tired and cold last night that he had completely forgotten to take it off or even give it back. He reached up and played with the collar gently. He had to remember to thank Gabriel for giving it to him.

Oh, wait, prayers! Thank you for the jacket, Gabriel!

“Well?” Dean pressed.

“Huh?” (Y/N) looked over at him. 

“Did you get lucky?” 

(Y/N) snorted. “If I got lucky, do you think I would be here right now?”

“Not unless it was bad.”

“Would that mean I still got ‘lucky’ if it was bad? What kind of luck is that?” 

“You’re dodging the question.”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “No, Dean, I didn’t get lucky.”

“Then who’d you meet?” Sam asked.

“Why does it matter?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Because you’re smiling,” Dean pointed out, taking a sip of his coffee. “And you don’t smile like that normally. It’s kind of freaky.”

“Oh, fuck off, Dean,”

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized he had been smiling, but he could hear it in his voice. Dean was right, it had been ages since he had smiled like that. His cheeks were starting to hurt. He reached over, took a sip of his coffee, then put it down. He stood up from his spot on the bed and stretched his aching muscles.

“So,” Dean pursed his lips. “Who was it?”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you, Dean?”

“Nope,” Dean popped.

(Y/N) shook his head. “It was just this guy that I met at the bar. He bought me a drink, we sat and talked and, when the bar closed, we went to the nearest park and continued our talk.”

Dean’s smirk faltered and was replaced with a frown. “That’s it? You just…talked?” 

“Yeah,” (Y/N) shrugged.

“You’re more boring than Sam,”

“Hey!” Sam exclaimed.

“What do you want me to say, Dean? ‘I found this guy at the bar, we went to the park, I gave him head, he gave me a twenty, said ‘no homo’, and walked away’?” (Y/N) asked. 

“Well, that would have been a hell of a lot more entertaining than ‘we just talked’.”

(Y/N) waved him off. “Whatever,” he mumbled, then kicked his shoes off.

Sam took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t get too comfortable. We’re gonna go look for that Wendigo.”

“I’m taking a shower before we go, so…” (Y/N) stuck his tongue out at Sam.

Sam smirked and shook his head as (Y/N) gathered some of his clothes from his duffel bag. Without another word, he vanished into the bathroom.

*~*

(Y/N) was sick for a week after that. As it turns out, cold air and wet hair don’t necessarily mix well. At first, he tried to push through it, but fatigue and a sore throat caught up to him and left him on research duty for the duration of the Wendigo hunt. During that time, whenever Sam and Dean were out looking for clues, leaving him alone in the stuffy motel room, he would pray to Gabriel. Gabriel would be quick to respond.

The two would sit and talk for hours, idle chit-chat here and there, and would always seem to dance around the topic of the fight one way or another. Those talks continued well after (Y/N) felt better and the Wendigo hunt concluded. (Y/N) resumed his nightly walks, and Gabriel would accompany him. In the mornings, when Sam and Dean would occasionally catch onto (Y/N)’s disappearing acts, he would play it off as a spontaneous trip to the local bar scene, fabricating stories about meeting a dreamy man he would talk to or go back to his place. It wasn’t a complete lie, so he didn’t feel as bad when he told them. 

As the months went on, (Y/N) could feel himself growing fonder of Gabriel. It was a strong feeling. Is that what love felt like? He could only assume. Yet, the feeling was more than that. He felt connected to him in a much stronger sense of the word. A spiritual sense, perhaps? He couldn’t quite pinpoint the cause of those feelings, but the last thing he was going to do was fight himself on them, despite how obvious it was that his brothers would disapprove of his relationship with Gabriel. That’s what secrets were for. He had gone long enough without telling them, what’s a couple more months or years?

Whenever they were together, (Y/N) felt whole, as if a lost piece of a puzzle he didn’t even know he had found its way to him. When he was with his brothers, or by himself, he found his mind constantly shifting to thoughts of Gabriel. Of what they would talk about, of Gabriel’s smile, of the way his stomach would turn whenever they stood or sat close to one another. He would crave his presence, desperate to hear the sound of his voice. It was killing him, slowly, from the inside out, and he knew if he didn’t say anything soon, he would combust. He had to tell Gabriel his feelings.

One thing he loved about small towns was the lack of artificial lights. Sure, there were dull street lamps scattered around that looked as if they needed to be changed years ago, but the absence of skyscrapers and people, overall, meant not much was needed to illuminate the roads. Locals knew them like the back of their hand anyway. With the minimal light, almost anywhere in town, you could see the stars that decorated the night sky. If you wanted, you could pick out each constellation. Orion’s Belt and the Big Dipper were rather prominent that night.

There were several smaller parks in town, but the biggest sat in the middle of downtown. It wasn’t used as a children’s area as much as a casual gathering ground. (Y/N) could imagine dogs in the grass and elderly couples walking arm-in-arm during the daylight hours. By night, it was abandoned, the distant sound of country music playing from the only local bar. It was the perfect place for him and Gabriel to meet.

They sat on a bench in the middle of the park, heads tilted back as they stared at the stars. Their sides and legs were pressed together, and, for the first time in a while, they said nothing. Normally, their meetings were filled with lively conversation from the moment they saw each other to the moment they parted. (Y/N) had to wonder if Gabriel could tell that he wanted to have a serious discussion. Perhaps he had a lot on his mind. Or, perhaps, Gabriel was too busy reading (Y/N)’s to say anything. Regardless, they had been sat there for close to half an hour without as much as a single word to each other. (Y/N) knew just sitting there wasn’t going to do any good. He had to bite the bullet and say something. 

“Gabriel?” He started, his voice coming out small and quiet.

Gabriel hummed. “Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,”

(Y/N) hesitated. “Well, first of all, I just wanted to say that I like spending time with you.” He began to fiddle with his fingers. “And I don’t want what I’m about to ask to make our meetings stop.”

“Honestly, I think, at this point, the only thing that you can ask to make our meetings stop is ‘Hey, can our meetings stop?’.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly. “Gabe, I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he smirked.

“Well, um…” he paused. “Do you ever feel like we’re connected in other ways?”

Gabriel furrowed his brows. He turned his body to face (Y/N), rested his elbow on the back of the bench, and placed his cheek into his hand. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, it feels like…more.”

Gabriel studied (Y/N)’s face, noticing his lack of eye contact. He stayed quiet for a moment, and (Y/N) could feel the anxiety building inside of him. He knew he did a piss poor job at explaining what he meant, but it was the best he could come up with. Slowly, Gabriel smirked.

“You have a crush on me, don’t you?” He teased.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and the heat rose to his cheeks. He glanced over at Gabriel, then back down at his lap. 

“I, well…I’m not…I- that’s not the point, okay!?” (Y/N) shook his head. “The point is that it doesn’t feel like just a crush to me. It feels like an even deeper connection than that. Like something about our souls and- nevermind, this just sounds stupid,” his shoulders deflated in defeat.

Gabriel waved his hands and shook his head. “Hey, hey, it’s not stupid, alright? I get what you’re saying. You feel as if we’re connected by something other than you just being my vessel.”

(Y/N) nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, exactly.”

“I feel it, too.”

“You do?”

“I mean, yeah,” Gabriel folded his hands in his lap. “I felt that when we first saw each other, even before the warehouse. Then, everything with your brothers happened, and we met again, and, still,  I felt that connection.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought I was looking too hard into it. I started thinking that, maybe, the connection was all in my head. That it was, truly, just our connection by you being my vessel. When Dean said what he did about me being too afraid to face my family, I thought no one would understand my point of view on the fight. What I’ve had to go through being related to Michael and Lucifer. Then, you started to pray to me, and I knew that you understood me. That’s what made me come find you in the first place. Once we were alone, I felt this sense of…peace. I hate to admit it, but I feel like I can barely go a single day without wanting to see you. Without needing to see you. I knew it was more at that point.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were on Gabriel as he listened intently to what he was saying. He shook his head. “I feel the same way. It’s almost as if, I don’t know, I can’t breathe when you’re not around.”

“Well, please don’t stop on my account.”

“Stop it, we’re having a serious moment,” (Y/N) slapped his arm.

“Sorry, sorry,” Gabriel smirked. “I mean, as cliche as it sounds, it feels, almost as if we were meant for each other, right? Like we were meant to be together? Almost as if it was more than you being my vessel that bought us together.”

Gabriel reached over and grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, rubbing the side of it gently with his thumb. (Y/N) looked into Gabriel’s eyes, and he felt his heart soar. He reached up and caressed his cheek before they both leaned in, their lips fitting together perfectly in a sweet, loving kiss. Their eyes closed, and they both melted into a deep, sensual embrace. Almost immediately, all of the stress and worry seemingly melted away, replaced with a sense of belonging. A sense of closeness.

When they pulled back, they looked into each other’s eyes once more. A small smile creased the corner of (Y/N)’s lips.

“You’re right, it is pretty cheesy.” He whispered, his thumb tracing circles around Gabriel’s cheekbone.

Gabriel cocked a brow. “I thought we were having a serious conversation. Why do you get to make quips?”

“It’s kind of hard not to when I’m around you.” (Y/N) pressed his forehead against Gabriel’s.

Gabriel chuckled. “I guess I’m rubbing off on you, aren’t I?” He moved his hands to (Y/N)’s hips.

“I don’t see that as a bad thing.”

They sat together and enjoyed the peaceful quiet of their embrace. (Y/N) never felt more relaxed in his entire life, and he wanted to savor every moment he had with Gabriel.

Then, his mind started to drift. Drift to the fight, the battle between Michael and Lucifer, and to Sam and Dean. Gabriel had done such a good job at keeping him distracted from all the chaos that surrounded him that he hadn’t even had a chance to consider what could happen with the fight now that he and Gabriel were involved. Neither of them wanted to participate in the fight, but what would happen if they didn’t? Who would win? Would he lose one, or possibly both, of his brothers? If they did get involved in the fight, was there a possibility that he and Gabriel would lose each other? Did they even stand a chance to win against Michael and Lucifer if things were to turn ugly? Was there a chance that he could lose Gabriel even without being in the fight itself?

Gabriel reached a hand up and ran his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair soothingly. He pressed a small kiss to the corner of his lips. “Your thoughts are being really loud, Sugarplum.” He whispered. 

(Y/N) broke from his trance and shook his head lightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just…with the fight,” (Y/N) looked away briefly. “I don’t want to lose Sam and Dean, but now that I have you, I don’t want to lose you either.”

Gabriel gave him a sympathetic look as he pulled him close. “I know. This whole thing is one giant mess. I wish none of it had to happen. But I’m going to be with you every step of the way, I promise.”

(Y/N) shook his head. “You can’t promise me that. Knock on wood.”

“What?” Gabriel chuckled.

“I don’t want you to have just jinxed yourself, now knock on wood.”

Gabriel smirked as he rasped his knuckles against the wooden bench three times. “Better?”

“A little,” (Y/N) mumbled and nuzzled his cheek against Gabriel’s shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll feel better until this fight is over.”

Gabriel wrapped his arms tightly around him. “How about this? I promise to do everything in my power to keep you distracted. That way, you’re not too stressed out.”

(Y/N) pursed his lips in thought. “Not too distracted, though. I had practically forgotten about the fight until now, and I still need to stay on my toes.”

“How about I distract you just enough to keep your mind off of it?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Well then, Sugarplum, how do you propose I keep you distracted?”

“You can start by kissing me again,”

“Oh, I can do more than kissing,” Gabriel mused in a suggestive tone and wiggled his brows.

(Y/N) slapped his chest. “Perv,” he grumbled. “Let’s just start with kissing.”

“Taking it slow, I like your style,” Gabriel nuzzled his nose against (Y/N)’s.

(Y/N) smiled widely. “Then shut up and kiss me already.”

Without another word, Gabriel leaned down, capturing (Y/N)’s lips in a deep kiss. Just like that, all of his problems dissipated, and it felt as if he was floating. The park didn’t exist anymore, nor the stumbling locals who left the bar periodically. There were no stars, no more beautiful night sky. The only two things that existed were Gabriel and (Y/N). They were complete. They were strong. They were one. It felt as if nothing in Heaven, Hell, or in between could tear them apart. 

And everything was as it should be.

[rispwr]

LINGER - JK - FF

PART THREE

PART TWO:

https://www.tumblr.com/rispwr/759139180906414080/part-two?source=share

PART ONE:

https://www.tumblr.com/rispwr/759138850658566144/part-one?source=share

genre:fluff

contents: no smut for noww

What else do i have to do to keep you from lingering in my mind?

pairings : classmate! bestfriend! jk x classmate! reader

genre:fluff

it's a kind of fwb typa stuff so yeah

summary : for 9 years of being in the same class with him since 3rd grade you have developed a small admiration towards him, till it had grown stronger the more you stay with him. will you be able to keep this secret from your bestfriend forever? does he know you like him? or do you both share the same feelings?

I was first

it's been a week since that happened. ever since that happened, i couldn't stop thinking about it.

how could he let me do it?

does he like me? 

or is he just horny that time.

i know jungkook is a little bit of a perv. ofcourse i've been with him for how many years? yeah. time is really fleeting. i myself didn't know aswell what had got into me when that happened. 

i felt my underwear soak as i stare at my food blankly

"hey? y/n?" he says but it's nothing to me. 

"y/n." he said as he snaps his fingers, making me go back to my senses. 

"ah- y-yes?" i stuttered, giving him my attention. "here, eat this. the bell will ring in a minute and you haven't touched your food." he said feeding me the food (with a spoon ofcourse) gently. 

"oh..thanks kookk" i said giving him a smile as i chew. 

"hey jungkook?"

"y/n?"

we said at the same time. 

we look at each other confused at each other, knowing damn well we wanted to say something to each other but just couldn't bring it to words. 

"you first kook" i said "oh..nevermind" he says as his smile goes down but he tries to smile back again giving you a forced smile. 

"uhm..kook." i said, tapping my nails onto the table, biting my lips trying to get something out of my lips atleast a word. 

"why are you always lingering in my mind?"

i said.

"huh?" he says as he tilts his head to the side in confusion

"you don't seem to understand kook.." i said looking down.

"y/n, i-i don't understand?" he adds. "nevermind. let's go to class?" i said as i try to quickly change up the awkward situation between us. 

giving him back my ginny and cute smile to lighten up his mood. 

he then took my hand as we interwined hands.

"y/nieee!!" my friend jimin said as he hugs me making me pull away from jungkooks hand. 

"jiminieeee!!" i said hugging him back tightly. 

Jimin, my childhood bestfriend since we were kids aswell. him and jungkook never really got along for their own reasons which i do not know why or what that is. everytime jimin would approach me i would always feel that jungkook is glaring or looking upset. at first i thought it was normal for my bestfriend to get jealous at my bestfriend. but that was when i haven't developed feelings for him yet! now i have officially confirmed it, i do love jungkook. but now it's hard, he keeps sending mixed signals. 

he would always treat me specially. well ofcourse! i'm his bestfriend and i've been with him for so long aleady.

sometimes i would think if are we friends or more than that? 

jungkook's my first kiss

my first date and my date to proms

and the person i always feel safe with. 

"it's been so long y/niee" jimin gives me a smile as his eyes lit up "it's been so long too minii!! like 3 or 4 years?" i said smiling at him as i grab jungkooks hand to interwine our hands again 

"oh you and jungkook are together?" jimin asks.

jungkook scoffs "nope, but we're more than what you and y/n are" he teases 

"you really never changed. still the same old possesive and jealous kook" jimin replies

they bickered for a while as i stay silent. 

the word "more than" kept on echoing and lingering in my mind. 

what does he mean by that?

jungkook's pov:

i was talking to her non stop about how much i hate our professor and why he's giving us so much assignments and projects. and to top of it all, all of those projects i wasn't paired with y/n! i was so annoyed.

as i was talking, i paused for a moment as i noticed my bestfriend looking down at her food and circling her spoon around her soup, lost in thought. 

"y/n?" i gently tried to catch her attention but it doesn't seem to work. 

"y/n." i said as i gently tap her on her shoulders and snap my finger, making her go back to reality

"ah- y-yes?" she muttered, as her eyes go up to me. her cute and lovely brown eyes, as her eyelash gently flicks everytime she blinks.

"here, eat this. the bell will ring in a minute and you haven't touched your food." i said as i gently get the spoon to scoop some food from her tray to feed her

"oh..thanks kookk" she gives me a smile. i could look at her smile all day.

why do i feel like this?

it's like whenever i'm around her i feel like i can be myself and be ugly as much as i can and she judge me for it. instead she makes me feel safe.

she's the only girl who makes me feel this type of way.

"hey jungkook?" she said

"y/n" 

we said at the same time.

we look at each other confused at each other. i knew she wanted to say something but i also wanted to say something. 

something i've wanted to tell her for so long but i just couldn't bring it into words. 

 "you first kook" she said "oh..nevermind" i said as i shush my thoughts away, letting her speak first.

"uhm..kook." she said. her nails tapping onto the table. i could see she was trying to say something but couldn't leave her mouth.

"why are you always lingering in my mind?" she said.

lingering? 

the word linger echoes in my head.

"huh?" i said as i tilts my head to the side in confusion

"you don't seem to understand kook.." she said looking down.

i do understand her. 

i knew what she was feeling towards me and what i was feeling towards her, i just couldn't figure out what i was feeling. i don't wanna risk our friendship.

she then tries to change the awkward tension between us by giving me her smile.

i'm so addicted.

we stood up from the chair and pulled her hand gently to interwine our hands

until someone hugs her out of no where, making her pull away from my hand.

"y/nieee!" the man squeals, hugging her tightly.

"jiminieee!!" she also squeals hugging him back.

i took a few step backwards, feeling a tight knot in me. i didn;t know how to feel.

y/n hugging someone else that's not me? especially a man??

especially the man i have despised for years.

jimin, we never really get along with each other, we always hated each other. i hated him for touching y/n like how im supposed to be touching her. 

i was first. 

her first kiss

her first and will always be her date to any events and proms.

she was mine and i was hers.

i was there when she was on edge of everything, and he wasn't.

i hated seeing them so close together.

i stood there looking upset, glaring at them as y/n pulls me beside her, interwining our fingers again together, making me feel a sort of relief.

"oh you and jungkook are together?" jimin asks.

i really wanted to scream at him and tell him that she's mine and we're together but i couldn't. we aren't even a couple. 

just, bestfriends

we're more than bestfriends but less than lovers.

i scoff "nope, but we're more than what you and y/n are" i teased

"you really never changed. still the same old possesive and jealous kook" jimin replied.

[otomiyaa]

We're Dating

Rei x Shion

A/N: My third fic for this anime, the 3rd couple!! I know at least 1 person who also likes this pair is @ppystkposts, I just couldn't stop myself after seeing their cute episodes!*w*

Summary: When Shion overhears people saying they don't think his relationship with Rei is real, he can't help but worry. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.2K

Shion couldn't concentrate on his classes. His eyes twitched, his head was aching and he continued to repeat the words he overheard in the hallway. Over and over.

Are they even dating for real?

Like a broken record, it played in his head.

It happened after Shion and Rei arrived at school again together. One of Rei's classmates came up and asked them why they kept coming to school together, to which Rei bluntly replied they were dating.

Shion loved that they were so open about it. Rei wasn't embarrassed about dating him at all! He was so shameless and sweet, and didn't see a reason to hide it from people or be all secretive about it.

It made Shion proud to be his boyfriend, and proud of their relationship together. That was until... He overheard strangers in the hallway.

"That's the second time I've heard them say that. Are they even dating for real?"

"I don't know. They don't look like they're a couple at all."

"You mean.... Like, oh my god. Fake dating, the trope?"

"No way. Fake boyfriends!"

"Fake! Boy! Friends! Hahaha!"

Shion quickly ran off in embarrassment, chased away by the mocking chants, gossip and laughter behind his back. He was too embarrassed to jump in and claim they were real boyfriends. He felt so ashamed! All this time he thought they seemed like the perfect couple, but to other people it seemed like they were faking it?

Not that he tried to care too much about other opinions. Rei taught him not to care as much, and he really admired that attitude and wanted to get better at it.

...But to think that his precious, treasured relationship with Rei was seen as a fake relationship? True, he was a sucker for the fake dating trope in Shoujo manga! But this was not the case here! They were real boyfriends!

"What's up?"

Oh. Before Shion realized, his concerns had taken him past classes and into the cafetaria for lunch time. He had been zoning out that much. Rei was sitting next to him, enjoying his lunch casually.

Shion felt shy to bring it up. Rei would probably just shrug it off, and lecture him for caring too much about the opinions of strangers again. But... Rei was looking at him with these caring eyes.

"Something is bothering you," he stated. Shion sighed.

"...What would you say if.. people think we are fake-dating?"

Rei cocked his head. He looked so cute. "Huh?"

Shion nodded. "What would you say?"

"Why would people even fake-date?"

"For many reasons, I'll recommend some good manga to you later, but that's not the point now. I overheard people saying that about us, and I couldn't help but feel bothered by it. My love for you is real. Who do they think they are to say it's fake?"

Rei made a face. "I don't care, but if you do, then I'll do anything to make it clear we're real. What do you want me to do? Kiss you right here?"

Shion squeaked when Rei leaned in. "H-h-hold on, that isn't-!" He raised his hands and pushed against Rei's chest.

"Hold hands?" Rei continued, catching Shion's hand and clenching it tightly. Shion looked nervously at people who were staring at them.

"I-it's embarrassing- wait I-"

"Tickle you?"

Oh no! Shion jolted when Rei's free hand landed on his side and squeezed. Shion immediately let out a loud squeaky yelp, and he jumped in his seat.

"Nonono Rehehei wahahait! Don't- hehee!" Shion giggled when Rei's fingers crept up his side, wiggling and digging playfully. Rei chuckled.

"I guess I didn't realize it before. You're just as ticklish at school as when we're at home."

"Whyhy would thahat be dihihifferehehent- ahahaha!" Shion cackled, squirming and dancing in his seat. Rei pulled him closer, hugging and still tickling him, seemingly enjoying the way it made Shion squeal and giggle. Rei pressed his mouth against his head, kissing him tenderly.

"What do you think? Don't we seem like a real couple now?" he muttered. Shion could barely hear him over his own hysterical giggles.

"Ehehe nohoho not thehere! Rehehei!"

"Did you just say no? Then I'll have to work harder."

"NAh-no I meheheant- aahahaha!" Shion cried out when Rei's fingers wiggled under his arms.

"Do you need any help here?"

It got even more embarrassing when suddenly Kirito stood before them and looked like he was concerned about Shion's predicament.

"I'm fihihine - thahaank you- eeheeheeep!" Shion jumped up again when all of Rei's fingers dug into the sweet spots under his arms, tickling him mercilessly.

"Alright then." Kirito left again, but Shion couldn't greet him properly. He couldn't stop laughing!

"Rehehei pleheehase! Mehehercy!" Shion giggled breathlessly. Whenever he glanced in some direction, he could see people staring, and he blushed. Normally enjoying attention, he now felt so exposed and shy!

"If you want me to stop, you know what to do~" Rei sang.

Oh no. Rei! This was too much! They were so cringe right now! Embarrassing! Shameless!

But Rei continued to tickle, and Shion was still laughing like an idiot. He shook his head.

"Offer still stands," Kirito called out from the other table. But no, he couldn't ask anyone for help now. If Shion wanted Rei to stop, he had to do the thing that would make him stop tickling him when they were alone as well.

"Hmphh!" Shion managed to grab Rei's collar and yanked him forward so wildly that Rei's hat fell off. Their lips touched, and it was indeed the magical kiss that would defeat any ticklish curse, as Shion would call it.

Rei's grabby fingers stopped what they were doing, and he grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back.

That was until whistles and yells were heard. "Wooooo!"

"Get a room you two!"

"Oh my god!!!!"

"Wait, they are a couple?!"

Shion blushed like crazy when they pulled apart. Rei smirked and picked up his hat again. Instead of on his own head, he put it on Shion's, pulling it down a little to help him hide his bright red face for now.

"Hmm, I think the message should be clear now," Rei said with a smirk, and then he continued to eat his lunch as if nothing happened.

Wow wow wow. Shion was too embarrassed to look around for now and he sat quietly next to Rei and ate his lunch. But one thing was certain. Instead of rumors and gossip about them being fake boyfriends, it didn't take long before other stories were going around.

Now he could overhear people giggle and call him Rei's boyfriend when he passed by. They were also called loveydovey, a cute couple, and gross - but he was proud of it.

He couldn't believe Rei's little show was enough to convince people they were real boyfriends, but more than that, he couldn't believe Rei would go so far to make him feel at ease. To make him happy!

"REI!!!! I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!" Shion suddenly screamed out of the blue when Rei wasn't even around.

"Yes yes, we know that," one of his classmates laughed, and Shion laughed along.

He really loved Rei a lot, he was the best boyfriend ever!

[thechillmage]

ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ...... let me show you my love

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ...... Y/n doesn't believe that Fred loves her due to his previous acts to her

requested: yes, but i deleted the request accidentally 😭🫶🏼 thankfully i had a scs of the request in my notes

fred weasley x harry's sis!chubby!reader

i like writing in 3rd pov, but if you don't like that, i can switch to 1st or 2nd

Y/n denied to believe that Fred likes her or even loves her. It just wasn't that believable to her, Fred was always around skinny girls. Jealousy, that's what she felt when he was seen around them. Not only that, but Fred and his twin, George, used to make fun of her, making her sad as soon as she heard what they said to her. Whenever she walked into a classroom, or just her common room, girls would look her up and down, probably not in a good way. She wasn't insecure, but just the looks they gave to her caused the insecurity to rise. Previously, she wore crop tops without feeling embarrassed, but now she doesn't. People judge whatever you are, skinny, chubby, overweight, and underweight. They just can't keep their mouths shut. When Fred started to act nice towards her, at first, she tried avoiding him and his suspicious behavior. But she couldn't. He was everywhere. She also noticed that people stopped judging her, so she was happy about that, feeling more confident to start wearing new clothes that were shorter.

"I mean, isn't it so sudden?" Y/n spoke to Harry and Hermione, who were waiting for Ron, talking about how suspicious Fred was. Harry shrugged, but Hermione replied, "Maybe he realized how nice and beautiful you are? People stopped whispering about you and judging you out of nowhere. Maybe he said something?" she whispered, not wanting people around them to hear. Y/n looked down at her hands before nodding "Hmh" she hummed. She looked around, seeing the twins and Ron going towards them. Fred looked worried, as if he was looking for someone. Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and left before Ron got to them, picking up George as well. Y/n thought that Fred would follow after George and the trio, but he continued walking towards Y/n, a smile forming on his face. "Hello Miss L/n, what a pleasure seeing you, I've been looking for you. " he smiled, "You look beautiful today, just like you always do. " Y/n blushed, and this time, she didn't ignore him. Instead, she thanked him. "Thank you Fred, why were you looking for me?" she asked him. He looked at her, keeping eye contact. "I was going to ask you to go to Hogsmeade with me tonight, or tomorrow, whenever you can. I don't mind waiting for you." he answered, starting to get anxious. Who would get anxious talking to a girl like you, Fred thought, staring at her lovingly. She looked around, fidgeting with her fingers, replying to him: "Sure Fred, I will go to Hogsmeade with you gladly. I am free today, tomorrow, and every other day.". "So today? I'll be at your common rooms entrance at 5PM." he said before smiling at her and leaving.

Y/n spent her day reading and walking around the castle, thinking about what to wear to Hogsmeade. When the clock hit 3PM, she started to get ready, Hermione helping her to choose what to wear. After she was done, she talked with Hermione for a bit until it was 4.40PM before getting out of their dorm. Hermione and Y/n saw Fred sitting at the couch, waiting patiently with her favorite flower. Harry hit Fred with his arm to get him to turn around, Y/n widened her eyes at him as if to ask him why'd you hit him. Fred stood up slowly, turning to Y/n, a shy smile on his face. "You look beautiful," he said as he got closer to her. "You look handome," she talked back. He gave her the flower before suggesting, "Shall we go, my lady?". She nodded and placed her hand into his bigger one. When Y/n and Fred left, Harry and Hermione high fived each other, "I told you it would work." Harry said. "I didn't say it wouldn't." Hermione sang, smiling. They made a plan named "The perfect match; a plan", they laughed about the name, and it sounded like a book.

... 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ...

"The day that you said yes to go on a date with me is the day I knew that you would be the one standing in front of me at the aisle. Even tho I used to make fun of you, I regretted it immediately when I realized how sad you got. That made me try to gain your attention by following you around like a lost puppy, but you managed to escape me every time. Until, that day, when you were in the Grand Hall with Harry and Hermione. I was talking to Fred about how I couldn't find you, I planned to apologize by taking you on a date, so the day before, I asked your best friends what were your favorite flowers, books, sweets, and what you like doing on weekends. They helped me to talk to you. Instead of waiting for Ron in the common room, they waited in the Grand Hall, knowing that George and I would get there with Ron. You probably saw the relief appear on my face when I saw you. It was true what I said, I was looking for you that day. I promise never to let you down and feel left out anywhere we go together. To answer your incoming question, no, you won't be safe when pranks occur. And one last thing before I end my speech and that is...I love you, I always have, and I always will." Fred ended his vows for Y/n. "Can someone get us some tissues?" he sniffed, crying after seeing his love of life cry. The crowd laughed before Hermione got them the tissues, taking one for herself. And with that, they continued their love until deaths stopped them. Even then, they would find each other in the afterlife.

sorry that it's short </3

and sorry for accidentally deleting your request😭

[jpitha]

Between the Black and Grey 34

First / Previous / Next

Kerry knew better than to duck when the vase was thrown. Luckily, it struck her shoulder instead of her head. Even more luckily, it managed to snag on one of the buttons of her uniform so it shattered. She worried what would have happened to her if it had just bounced off harmlessly.

"Pick that up!" The Empress screamed.

Kerry bent low and started scooping up the pieces of vase. It was from Earth, and easily a thousand years old. Priceless. The Imperial bedroom was floor to ceiling packed with more gimcrackery than Kerry had ever seen. Most of it was worth more than she'd ever see in her life. A broken priceless vase was only a drop in the proverbial priceless bucket. Another attendant bent down to help her, but the Empress snapped her fingers.

"No, not you. She has to do it on her own."

Saying sorry with her eyes, the other attendant stood back up and remained at attention. This had been going on all day. All week really. Everyone at the palace was walking on eggshells. The Empress was in a mood most foul.

Empress Meredith The 3rd was not having a good year. Early on, she lost three Super Dreadnoughts to something. Something nobody has been able to properly explain, even with high amounts of encouragement. The only thing anyone knows is that Dreams of Hyacinth was destroyed and took out the other two Supers - her three oldest ones! - on the final approach to Minaren. The damned K'laxi - useless, all of them - have no idea who did it, no person or group has stepped forward to claim responsibility, nothing. Ships don't explode for no reason, she shouted at her Admiralty, but they had the temerity to explain that yes, sometimes they do. Starships are large, complicated machines and even with the highest quality maintenance - something that may not have been carried out at all times (the Admiral with a known death wish stated this) - they can explode for no reason.

The K'laxi had even questioned a frigate that was passing by at the time, but they didn't see anything, and the K'laxi didn't think it was worth their time to execute or even imprison the captain of the frigate. They asked them if they had seen anything - of course they hadn't - and let them go on their way. Useless!

If that was not bad enough - and it was - Meredith discovered 5 weeks ago that she didn't have a connection with the Nanites anymore. She could implore them to answer her questions all she wanted; silence was their only reply. She tried to use her Voice on her attendants and while they rushed to obey her whims, they did not do it with the absolute robotic precision they used when they were Voiced. So far only her most inner circles of handmaidens, attendants, valets and other hangers on knew. Her Admirals had no idea and none of the Venusian nobility knew, and she was keenly aware that it had to stay that way.

She stood up from her couch and paced her room. This was supposed to be easy! You walk around, you give some orders, you open a new hospital or school, smile and wave for the sensorium and that was it. Then back to the Palace for some well-earned sex with whoever was her flavor of the week and a big dinner. She was facing the impossible. Intrigue. Politics. The Unknown.

One of the handmaidens standing to the side of her bed held out a goblet, half full of a burgundy liquid. Meredith snatched at the wine and drank greedily. She knew how to sip demurely, but behind closed doors she could be herself. Belching, she handed the crystal goblet - also worth more than the handmaiden made in a whole year - back and waited for it to be refilled. This time she drank it more slowly as she paced.

"They're not listening. They can't hear me? They won't hear me? What's going on? I've been a good Empress. I've done all the right things. Kerry!" Kerry's head snapped up and she stood rapidly. The pieces of vase in her uniform shirt lifted up like a basket. "What am I doing wrong?"

"I'm sure you're not doing anything wrong, Empress."

"Then why did they leave?!" Kerry and the others saw then that Meredith wasn't just furious. She was deathly afraid. As if for the first time, she saw Kerry's uniform. "Why is your uniform like that, Kerry? What are you holding?"

"Er, it's the vase you threw at me. You ordered me to pick it up."

Meredith blinked back tears. "And you did? Did the Voice work?"

"Ah, no Empress. I was following regular orders that you gave me."

"Why did you do that?"

Kerry blinked. "Because... this is my job?" She said very slowly.

Empress Meredith stood very slowly. The four women in the room watched her as she strode to the main entrance to her bedchamber, and locked the door. She strode to the servants' entrance and locked that door. She lifted up her mattress and pressed a palm against the lock in the center, and it beeped happily at her.

She walked into the pantry and brought out 4 bottles of wine. A red, from the mountains of Parvati, said to be some of the best in the Galaxy. In the cabinet opposite the wine cooler, she took out 4 more crystal goblets.

She set the wine and the goblets on the table and gestured towards the woman who was pouring the wine earlier, Tina. She shrugged and opened the first bottle with a musical pop. The cork was made of Parvatian corkwood and was fragrant. Empress Meredith the 3rd, leader of Sol, Luna, the Outer Planet Alliance as well as her Colonies and Protector of The K'laxi poured five glasses of wine.

"Kerry, throw that out. Ladies. I need your help. You four are some of the only people who know about my... condition. What do I do?" She gestured towards the wine.

Tina grabbed a glass first and took a sip. "Well, can you tell anyone else?"

Kerry took one next. "No, she can't. The minute she tells someone else she's dead. If people find out the Empress That Can't Be Disobeyed can be, they'll kill her and put someone else on the throne."

"Or worse." Alina, the woman opposite Kerry at the bedchamber door pipes up and takes a glass.

"Is it really that bleak?" Emery takes the last glass of wine and sips it demurely. "Surely everyone in the Nobility and Admiralty won't want to kill you. You must have some people who are loyal to you utterly."

Meredith takes the last glass and flops onto her bed. She pats the mattress and the women sit. "There are some families that are completely loyal, but it's more out of inertia than any kind of love of the Empress. Tch, if the K'laxi found out they'd declare independence before the return ping confirming the beacon was received."

"Okay, let's look at it another way: How do you know they're gone? Other than not having The Voice?" Bruised shoulder aside, Kerry felt sympathetic. Meredith was in the middle of having her world crumble around her.

"I can't hear them."

The girls eyes' widen. "The Nanites talk to you?"

"They used to yeah. Based on how Mom spoke of it, they talked to her more than me. Grandmother complained that they basically never stopped talking."

"What do they say?" Kerry finishes off her wine, but doesn't go for more. Meredith pours her another glass anyway.

"Ugh, they always are trying to tell me what to do. They have ideas. They want us to build more Gates. I keep telling them the wormhole generators work better, but they're like "no we need more Gates." Meredith sighs and rolls her eyes. "They're very boring."

"They want more Gates?"

"Yeah, I think it's how they get into our dimension or something. They tried to explain it to me once, but I practically fell asleep."

"Wait." Alina pauses with the wineglass partway to her lips. "If they use the Gates, what would happen if you went to a Gate? You could talk to them directly!"

"And leave the palace?" Meredith rolls around on the bed, dramatically groaning with her arm over her eyes. "It's so far, and I'd have to ride in a ship, and I'd have to deal with a wormhole link and, and, and..."

Tina's eyes flick to Kerry and Alina and Emery's. They return her gaze.

"Is that worse than others finding out you lost your powers though? We'll never tell, but it'll get out eventually."

"What if just the five of us went!" Emery is animated and on her third glass of wine. "You could take a small ship and just us. Tell everyone you're on some kind of Empress Pilgrimage. Link over to wherever the closest Gate is, talk to the Nanites and come home. Maybe do some light shopping at whatever station is closest."

Meredith raises her arm off her eyes and looks at Emery. "That's an incredibly dangerous idea."

Emery's face falls and she tilts her chin low. "I'm sorry Em-"

"I love it!"

The four handmaidens look shocked.

"It's so stupid! It's so dangerous! It's so exciting. Let's go. Right now?" She takes a whole bottle of wine and starts drinking directly from it.

Kerry sputters. "Now? How are we going to leave?"

Meredith polishes off the wine and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Just like Emery said. Empress Shit. I'll just tell people I need to go and only you can come with me and they'll do it. If they say no, I'll have them killed."

"We can't pilot a starship though!" Alina reaches across Kerry and takes another bottle of wine and pours a little more, only slightly unsteadily.

"They drive themselves! It's easy. You just say "Ship, take us to wherever." and it does it." Kerry is on her third glass of wine, but has noticed that Meredith is getting sloppy. She's downed two bottles herself in just a few minutes. She gets up from the bed and grabs three more bottles.

"You're just going to go by yourself with 4 handmaidens? Won't that cause problems?" Emery may have finally realized the gravity of what they're planning.

"No! I'm going with my honor guard!" Empress Meredith grins lopsidedly. "We'll stop by wardrobe on the way to the docks. You four need new uniforms." She hiccups. "Come on. We're going to tell those fucking Nanites to give me my powers back. Maybe some powers for you four too." She nods at Emery. "And some shopping. It's been forever since I've gone on a shopping spree."

Emery squeals in joy, her face flush. The five of them weave uncertainly out of the Empress' chambers and stagger towards wardrobe for their new honor guard uniforms.

[themultifandomgal]

Yn is the girlfriend or kelly severide they've been together during academy it's their 3-year anniversary, but kelly just has to work and yn is a bit mad at kelly and leaves for molly's where she finds support from Erin Lindsey.

And then Kelly also arrives at Molly's and Kelly gives a whole speech and he asks her to marry him

While planning the wedding, kelly brings to make up for the fact that he didn't so really help the co-planning the wedding

And the wedding is at a very beautiful venue, and when the father daughter dance is she asks hermann or Wallace

With some angst and fluff thank you

Kelly Severide- An Unforgettable Anniversary Pt1

YN woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, today was her and Kelly's 3rd anniversary, and she had planned a dinner at the restaurant where they had their first date. Feeling giddy she rolls over to face her boyfriend who was still fast asleep. Leaning down she places a kiss on his cheek which stirs him

"Happy anniversary" she smiles

"Happy anniversary babe" he replies "what time is it?"

"7"

"Shit, I've got to be at the station for " "I thought you were going to get the day off?" YN pouts

"I tried, I'm sorry"

"Please be back for 6 though tonight"

"Of course" and with that Kelly gets out of bed and gets ready for work, leaving a disappointed YN in bed.

Being a firefighter, Kelly's schedule was unpredictable, and sometimes duty called even on the most important days. YN knew this since she and Kelly actually met during the academy, it just so happened that YN works at a different station which meant her days off can sometimes be very different to her boyfriends. Despite Kelly's absence, she spent the day preparing a surprise gift for him, a handmade scrapbook filled with memories of their time together. YN spent most of the day gluing and sticking, then a good part of the afternoon getting ready for the date she had planned, but when 5:30 came and there was no sign of her boyfriend, YN checked her phone to see a few missed calls off him. Her heart sank knowing why he was calling. Taking in a breath she phoned Kelly back to be told that they had been called out to massive job and probably wouldn't be home un until gone 8. YN tried to not let her voice waver, but Kelly could clearly hear disappointment. She had been looking forward to this evening for weeks, and now it seemed like all her plans had been ruined. As the phone call ended YN felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She knew that Kelly's job was important, but she couldn't help but wish that they could have celebrated their anniversary together. Feeling the weight of disappointment settling in her chest, YN decided to not waist the evening and phoned her friend Erin. She knew that Erin, being a police officer, would understand the sacrifices that come with loving someone in a high-stress, unpredictable profession, and of course her friend didn't disappoint saying she will meet YN at Molly's in 15 minuets.

As YN walked through the door, the familiar sounds of laughter and clinking glasses washed over her, momentarily lifting her spirits. Spotting Erin at their usual table in the corner, YN made her way over and sank into the chair across from her. Erin looked up

"Hey" she gives YN a weak smile handing her a bottle of beer

"Thanks" YN replies taking the bottle and taking a sip

"How are you feeling?" "Disappointed I suppose, but I know what the jobs like and how important it is to him. I just wished that he could have gotten the day off"

"I'm sorry, YN. I know how much this day means to you," Erin said, her voice filled with understanding "were you able to rearrange the dinner?"

"No" shaking her head YN replies "I had to cancel it and pay a fee" "What! seriously?"

"Yeah well it was an expensive restaurant. I guess part of it is my fault, I should have told Kelly about the dinner months ago when I booked it"

"These things happen, Jay and I missed a reservation because we were to busy...."

"Ok thank you Erin I don't need to know about what you and Jay get up to" YN jokes

Not realising how long the 2 had been sat at the bar chatting, it was only when the familiar sound of the bar door opening caught her attention. Turning to look, she was met with the sight of Kelly, standing in the doorway with a nervous stance. Looking down at her phone YN can see that its now 8:30, she wasn't expecting to be out as long as she had, YN wanted to be home when Kelly got back, but here she is instead drinking her sorrows away. Kelly made his way over to YN, his eyes never leaving hers as he knelt down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hand. YN's hands immediately cupping her mouth supressing a gasp

"YN, these past three years with you have been the greatest blessing of my life. Thank you for your love, your laughter and your unwavering support. You have been my rock over these few years and I can't imagine my life without you by my side. So YN my beautiful, gorgeous, funny, sexy girlfriends, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife and marry me?" Kelly asks, YN stands there speechless, tears threatening to spill. Not trusting her voice in that moment all YN could do was nod, causing Kelly to chuckle "is that a yes then?"

"Of course its a yes" Kelly slips on delicate ring on YN's finger, small but elegant, before picking up his now fiancé and twirling her around. YN can hear cheers and clapping around, but her focus solely on the man of her dreams, the man she will now marry and spend the rest of her life with.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Born Under A Bad Sign

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was on his cell phone, leaning against his car. He was fidgeting, clearly upset. "Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from her?" Dean asked into the phone. "What about Sam? Has he heard anything?" He asked then Ellen replies and he sighs.

"I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here." Dean exclaims. "No, I've called her a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where she went, or why. (Y/n)'s just gone." Dean said, upset, then his cell phone beeps. "Hang on." He said and he holds up his phone and shows another incoming call - (y/n)'s cell. He answers it.

"(Y/n)? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" He asked, panicked. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you?" He asked after a few moments. "All right, don't move, I'm on my way." He said while (y/n) hangs up the phone slowly, looking numb. Her knuckles are bloody.

Dean drives to reach (y/n), passing a sign reading TWIN LAKES, while he was on the phone with Sam. "Yeah, I found her. Nah, I got this. J-Just go to the Roadhouse or Bobby's. I'll bring her back." he said and he hangs up.

Minutes later, he arrives at the hotel and parks, then gets out. Inside the motel, he walks frantically down a narrow hallway, checking door numbers until he reaches room 109. He knocks. "(Y/n), it's me. (Y/n)!" Dean shouts and he tries the door - it opens.

Inside, (y/n) hadn't moved, still sitting numbly on one bed. "(Y/n)? Hey." Dean said as he goes over to her. "Hey, Dean." She said in a quiet voice and Dean kneels beside her.

"Are you bleeding?" He asked once he sees her knuckles. "I tried to wash it off." (Y/n) said and Dean sees that her shirt was covered in blood, he gropes at it, searching for a wound. "Oh my God." He whispers.

"I don't think it's my blood." (Y/n) said. "Whose is it?" Dean asked as he looks up at her. "I don't know." She replies. "(Y/n), what the hell happened?" Dean asked, worried and scared, and then (y/n) finally looks up at him. "Dean. I don't remember anything." She said, fear etched over her face.

Some later, Dean returns to the room, carrying a grocery bag. (Y/n) had changed clothes and was looking a little less out of it. "What'd you find out?" She asked him. "You checked in two days ago under the name Richie Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan..." Dean said and she scoffs at him.

"Dean." She said, flatly. "Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual." Dean said. "You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" She asked him. "Yeah. That's what I mean." Dean said.

"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?" (Y/n) asked, confused and angry. "I don't know. But you're, you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with." Dean said. "Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?" (Y/n) asked, panicked.

"(Y/n)..." Dean said, exasperated. "What if this is what John warned you about?" She asked. "Hey, whoa, whoa, come on, let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked her.

"Just me, you and Sam in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and..." she said and Dean's brow furrows. "West Texas? That was, that was over a week ago." He said to her. "That's it." (Y/n) said, shrugging, and Dean looks at her, stunned. "Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month." She replied.

"Okay. Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so..." Dean said and he pulls back the curtain and finds a bloody fingerprint on the window. "Hey." He said and (y/n) looks over at it.

The duo walk outside the motel, it's daylight, but raining. "Recognize anything?" Dean asked her. "Not really." She said as they go towards a parking garage out back. "Wait." She said once she stops. "What?" Dean asked and (y/n) points at the garage.

"I think I was here." She said. "You remember?" Dean asked and she shakes her head. "Not really, it just...feels familiar, you know?" She said and Dean shrugs, and goes to the nearest garage. (y/n) looks over to the second one and points. "Try that one." She said and Dean tugs on the padlock.

"Okay." He mutters and he starts to think of ways to open it. "Wait." said (y/n) and she digs in her pocket, frowning. She pulls out a key and gives Dean a significant look.

Dean opens the padlock with the key, raising his eyebrows at (y/n). He pulls the garage door open to reveal a filthy, beat-up VW Beetle. "Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this." Dean said, disappointed, as (y/n) fidgets. They go into the garage and open both doors of the car, (y/n) on the driver's side. She touches the wheel and shows Dean her stained finger.

"More blood." She said and Dean points. "(Y/n). Back seat." He said and (y/n) reaches down, picks up a blood-stained knife that sticks to the floor of the backseat. She stares at it. "You think I used this on someone?" She asked Dean. "I'm not thinking anything." Dean said.

(Y/n) looks around, rubs the knife handle off on the inside of her jacket while Dean picks up a pack of cigarettes. "Okay now this is disturbing. Come on, (y/n), this couldn't have been you. Had to have been someone else, somebody who, uh..." Dean said and he sniffs the pack. "...smokes menthols." He said as (y/n) digs around and picks up a piece of paper.

"Here. Gas receipt. Few towns over." She said as she holds the receipts up.

Sometime later, they pull up in front of a small gas station and Dean looks over the receipt while (y/n) looks around. "All right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? God, this looks familiar, deja vu vibes?" Dean asked her and she shakes her head, quietly. "Maybe someone inside'll remember you. Come on." Dean said and they get out of the car.

They go into the convenience store and the clerk looks up in shock, then anger. "You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops." The clerk yelled and Dean and (y/n) look at him, shocked.

"You talking to her?" Dean asked the clerk, confused but also angry as he didn't like the tone this guy was giving her. "Yeah, I'm talking to her. Bitch comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging." The clerk said and Dean glares at the clerk. 

"Okay, buddy. One: watch your mouth. Two: this girl? You sure?" Dean asked and the clerk nods as Dean turns to (y/n). "You're drinking malt liquor?" He asked. "Not after she whipped the friggin' bottle at my head." The clerk yelled.

"This girl?" Dean said, still confused. "What, am I speaking Urdu?" The clerk asked, annoyed. "Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything --" (y/n) tried to explain but the clerk shakes his head.

"Tell your story walkin', girlie. Po-po will be here in five." He said as he picks up the reciever. "Wait, wait, put the phone down." Dean said as the clerk stops then Dean turns to (y/n). "(Y/n), go wait in the car." He said and she looks at him, confused. "But Dean --" she tried to argue but Dean yells. "Go wait in the car!"

She sighs and then leaves as Dean turns to the clerk. "Okay, look, man. I just want to talk to you, that's it. Okay?" He said and the clerk hangs up. "Now, when she took off yesterday, which way did she go?" Dean asked him.

"Why don't you ask her?" The clerk asked, annoyed. "'Cause I'm asking you. Now please, you'd be doing me a huge favor." Dean said. "Oh, do you a favor? Well, that is what I live for. You know, your girlfriend didn't pay for the booze. Okay? Or the smokes, which she also illegally lit up." The clerk said and Dean's eyes widen a bit.

"You saw her smoking?" He asked him. "Yeah. Chick's a chimney." The clerk said and Dean clears his throat and pulls his wallet out, then places some bills on the desk. "This, uh, ought to cover it." He said and the clerk looks at the money for a moment. "Hmm. It's, uh, it's coming back to me now. She took two packs." He said and Dean sighs as he pulls out more money. "Of course she did." He mutters and he pats the man.

"She went north. Route 71, straight out of town." the clerk replied and Dean nods, then grabs two candy bars and leaves with a smirk.

Dean was driving down a dark road, while (y/n) was staring out the window. "What's going on with you, (y/n)? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you. I mean, I've seen you drunk...and you're more of the happy and giggling type of drunk." Dean said as (y/n) sits up, straighter.

"Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road." She said, quickly. "What?" Dean asked. "I don't know how I know, I just do." She said and Dean turns down a back road and onto a private property. It is a large house with plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras outside.

"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises." (Y/n) said as she looks over the house. "Should we knock?" Dean asked. "Yeah. I guess." She said and they get out of the car and head to the front door.

Dean knocks on the front door while (y/n) pokes around the corner. "Hey Dean." She said as she waves her flashlight at a window. It's broken, the ledge covered in shattered glass. "I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm." Dean said as (y/n) finds a disabled alarm on the wall. "Yeah, you would." (Y/n) said as Dean looks at it then at her.

They go into the house to see that the floor is covered in broken glass and scattered items. In a back room, they come across a body on the floor. "Hit the lights." Dean said and (y/n) turns the lights on as Dean kneels behind the body.

He places a hand on it and turns it over; it is a middle-aged man with a deeply cut throat; he is dead, his eyes staring. Dean puts a hand over his own mouth while (y/n) looks horrified. "Dean, I did this." She whispered, devastated. "We don't know that." Dean said, firmly.

"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood --" (y/n) exclaims. "I don't know, (y/n), why don't you tell me?!" Dean asked her, angrily, but then he calms down. "Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know; self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something!" Dean said as he pats down the body. "He doesn't have any ID." Dean said and (y/n) looks at a closet.

"I need your lockpick." She said to him. "What?" Dean asked her. "I need your lockpick." She said again and he hands her his lockpick. She takes the lockpick and opens the double-door closet in the room.

Inside the room, one wall is covered in firearms, the others in charts and clippings. "Holy....Either this guy's a Unabomber-" he said. "Or a hunter." (Y/n) finished as guilt started to grow in her chest. "Dean, I think I killed a hunter." She said, shocked and Dean looks up and sees a security camera near the ceiling. "Let's find out." He said, as he points at the camera.

Later, (y/n) was sitting in front of the desktop computer, Dean standing behind as she cues up the security tape. "Here we go." Dean said.

On the tape, (y/n) was fighting the same man who lies dead on the floor behind them. The fight moves off camera and (y/n) drags the man back into the frame; she kneels, pulls the man up against her legs, and slits his throat. (Y/n) stares in shock as Dean pulls back from the screen and stands straight, looks at (y/n), who looks down. 

Minutes later, (y/n) was still sitting at the computer desk, staring at a page in her hand. Dean bustles around behind her, cleaning up. "How do you erase this? Huh?" Dean asked but (y/n) doesn't reply. "(Y/n), come on, I need your help." Dean said, desperate.

"I killed him, Dean. I just broke in and killed him." (Y/n) said, in fear. "Listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?" Dean said and (y/n) holds up the paper. "His name was Steve Wandell. This is a letter from his daughter." She said, tearfully.

Dean looks from (y/n) to the letter, then makes a decision. He grabs the CPU, lifts it above his head, and smashes it to the floor, stomping it with his boots for good measure. Dean looks at (y/n), still sitting there despondent, tosses a rag to her. "Wipe your prints, then we go." He orders and she looks at him then nods.

Later that evening, (y/n) precedes Dean into the motel room. "All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror." Dean said while (y/n) folds her arms across her chest, upset. "Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it." Dean said but she doesn't say anything. "(Y/n), say something!" Dean exclaims and she turns to him.

"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder, Dean. That's what I did." She said, upset. "Maybe." Dean said and (y/n) scoffs. "Okay? Hey, we don't know...shapeshifter!" Dean said, looking for anything. "Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion..." she said.

"Yeah, but it wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn't you." Dean yells at her. "Well, I think it was." (Y/n) said as she sits down on the bed. "I think maybe more than you know." She mutters.

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked and she sighs. "For the last few weeks I've been having...I've been having these feelings." She replied and Dean walks to the bed to sit opposite of her. "What feelings?" He asked, softly.

"Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse." She said, sadly. "You never told me this." Dean said and she gives a slight shake of her head. "I didn't want to scare you." She said and Dean nods, slaps her knee, then stands up. "Well, bang-up job on that." He said.

"Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for me and for Sam. And we know that he's turned other children into killers before, too." (Y/n) said. "No one can control you but you." Dean said and (y/n) scoffs.

"It sure doesn't seem like that, Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming..." she stops. "What?" Dean asked. "Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am." She said. "I didn't mean this!" Dean exclaims, angrily.

"But it's still true. You know that. John knew that too. That's why he told you, if it ever came to this..." (y/n) said and Dean shakes his head. "Shut up, (y/n)." He said, firmly. "Dean, you promised him." (Y/n) said to him. "No. Listen to me. We're gonna figure this out. Okay? I mean, there's gotta be a way, right?" Dean asked, desperately.

"Yeah there is." (Y/n) said and she takes a handgun from her duffel, and shoves it at Dean. "I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you. Or Sam." She said as a tear runs down her face.

Dean looks down at the gun (y/n) is handing him. "You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it." Dean said to her and her eyes starts to tear up. "No. I can't. Not forever. Here, you gotta do it." (Y/n) said and they stare at each other for a long moment; then (y/n) grabs Dean's right hand and places the gun in it.

Dean doesn't move, but just stares as (y/n) in shock, who was shaking and upset. "You know, I've tried to hard to keep you safe." He said, tears welling up in his eyes, and she nods. "I know." She said and Dean shakes his head. "I can't. I'd rather die." He said and he drops the gun on the bed and shoulders past (y/n).

"No. You'll live." (Y/n) said and she picks up the gun as Dean turns to face her. "You'll live to regret this." She growls and she pistol-whips Dean, who falls to the floor unconscious.

An insistent knocking wakes Dean up. He looks around to realize that he is on the floor of the motel room; the motel manager, who has been knocking, opens the door. "Hey. It's past your checkout." The manager said as Dean gets up, groggily.

"What?" Dean asked. "It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here needs your room." The manager said and Dean looks over to see an embarrassed businessman with a hooker. "Yeah, I'll bet they do." Dean mutters then he turns to the manager. "What time is it?" He asked. "Twelve-thirty." The manager replied.

"That girl who was with me, have you seen her?" Dean asked him. "Yeah, she left before dawn in your car, and you should have gone with her, because now I'm gonna have to charge you extra." The manager said and Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance as he digs in his wallet. "Oh, son of a..." Dean mutters. "It's just policy, sir." The manager said as Dean hands him the money.

"I need to use your computer." said Dean. "Now, why would I let you use my computer?" The manager asked.

Later, the manager was counting a stack of cash, as Dean talks on the phone behind him, in front of a desktop computer. "Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you, but uh, my daughter snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert." Dean said then he pauses for a moment before he answers. "What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, she's not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm starting to worry." He said.

"Right. Yeah, I know, girls just wanna have fun. But see, (y/n) is uh uh uh, a diabetic, and uh, if she doesn't get her insulin, I just, I have to find her. Please, I'm begging you." Dean pleads as he types on the computer and end up on the website. "Yeah, no no no, I"m on the website right now, I just need to activate the GDS in her cell phone." He said and he enters a password; his GPS screen shows the name Dean J. Mahogoff, mobile phone number 785-555-2804

"Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota. Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help." He said and he hangs up.

In Minnesota, at a bar, Jo begins scrubbing the bar and saying goodnight to some customers. "Good night, thank you." She calls out as (y/n) enters and clears her throat while Jo had her back to her.

"Sorry, we're closing up." Jo said. "How about just one for the road?" (Y/n) asked and Jo turned to face her, not looking welcoming. "Well, you're about the last person I'd expect to see." Jo said and (y/n) gives a small smile at this.

"Well, I guess I'm full of surprises. So can I get a beer?" She asked. "Sure. One beer." Jo said and she brings a bottle of beer over and sets it down on the bar firmly, then turns away, bustling over cleaning up the bar. 

"So how'd you find me?" Jo asked. "Well, uh, it's kind of what we do, you know?" (Y/n) said. "Speaking of we, where's Dean and Sam?" Jo asked her. "Couldn't make it." (Y/n) replied as she comes up tot he bar.

"So what're you doing here, (y/n)? I mean we didn't exactly part on the best of terms." Jo said and (y/n) nods. "Right. Um, well, that's why I'm here." She said as had takes off her jacket. "I kinda -- I wanted to see if we could square things, you know?" She said.

As (y/n) takes off her jacket, Jo notices a circular burn mark with a short line through it on (y/n)'s forearm. "That looks like it hurts." Jo said as she gestures towards the mark. "No. Nah, just, just had a run-in with a hot stove." (Y/n) said, brushing it off.

"So you were saying something about squaring things?" Jo asked. "Yeah. Um...Look, I know how you feel about my dad and John. And I can't say I blame you. They were obsessed--consumed with hunting. And they didn't care who got caught in the cross-fire. And I guess that included your dad. But that was my father. That's not me." (Y/n) said to her.

"What about Dean? Or Sam?" Jo asked. "Oh Sam is nothing like his dad. But Dean's more like John than Sam, but h--" she stops once she sees the look on Jo's face. (Y/n) chuckles a bit. "Boy. You're really carrying a torch for Dean, aren't you?" She asked and Jo scoffs, uncomfortably.

"I'll take that as a yes. It's too bad." (Y/n) said as she smiles tightly. "'Cause see, Dean, he likes you, sure, but not in the way you'd want. I mean, maybe as kind of a...a little sister, you know? But--romance, that's just out of the question, he--he kind of thinks you're a schoolgirl, you know?" (Y/n) said then she let's out a laugh while Jo raises an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo, I -- I'm telling you 'cause I care." (Y/n) said. "That's real kind of you, (y/n)." Jo said. "I mean it." (Y/n) said and she places a hand on Jo's shoulder. "I care about you, like a sister." (Y/n) said, a smile that didn't seem like her own, and Jo immediately felt uncomfortable.

"Maybe you should leave." Jo said to her, firmly, and (y/n)'s smile falters then she looks down. "Okay." (Y/n) said and she removes her hand off of Jo's shoulder and stands to leave. Jo turns to face the bar, leaning on it heavily, when suddenly (y/n) reappears, grabbing her from behind and manhandling her.

"(Y/n), get off me! (Y/n)! Get off me! Let go!" Jo shouts, frantically. She closes her right hand on a beer bottle, but before she can hit (y/n) with it, (y/n) grabs her wrist and slams it onto the bar, shattering the bottle. 

"Jo, Jo, Jo." (Y/n) said, trying to calm her but it wasn't working. (Y/n) shoves Jo around until she faces the bar and pins her there, left hand over her wrist.

"(Y/n), no! No! Please! Please!" Jo screams before (y/n) slams her forehead into the bar, knocking Jo out, and she lifts her carefully to lie on the bar. "It didn't have to be this way. Maybe it did." (Y/n) mutters before she gives an evil grin.

Sometime later, Jo begins to wake up to (y/n) tying her up in a sitting position to a wide wooden post. "What the hell is going on? What are you doing?" Jo asked. "So what exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?" (Y/n) asked her.

"You're not (y/n)." Jo growls and (y/n) let's out a small chuckle. "Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question." (Y/n) said but Jo says nothing. (Y/n) sighs heavily and goes around to the other side; she sits in front of her, leaning in, her expression shifting to one of open concern. She pulls out a large knife and strokes her face with it.

"Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question." (Y/n) said, slowly. "Fine." Jo growls. "Fine." (Y/n) said. "Our dads were in California: Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John and (father's name) were hiding, waiting, and my dad was bait." Jo replied amd (y/n) laughs.

"That's just like my dad and John. Oh, I'll bet they dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what?" (Y/n) asked her as she gets up and goes around to stand behind Jo. "The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my dad exposed, out in the open. (Father's name) tried to stop John but he was too late. The thing turned around...and killed him." Jo said as (y/n) leans in from behind Jo.

"Hmm. Not quite." (Y/n) said and Jo's brow furrows. "What?" She asked. "What? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. You really don't know the truth, do you? I bet your mom doesn't either." (Y/n) said and she sits facing her again, and leans in close.

"Know what?" Jo asked. "You see, Bill...was all clawed up. Was holding his insides in his hands. He was gurgling and...praying to see you and Ellen one more time. My dad pleaded to John about getting Bill some help but John... killed Bill. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog." (Y/n) said and Jo begins to sob.

"You're lying." Jo said, sobbing. "I'm not. It's true." (Y/n) said the she leans into Jo's ear. "Dean's daddy shot your daddy in the head..." (y/n) said in a quiet sing song voice. "How could you know that?" Jo asked her. "I hear things." (Y/n) said Nd she stands up and stabs the knife into the pillar, just above head level.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Jo asked her, tearfully. "Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Open up." (Y/n) said and she shoves a knotted rag in Jo's mouth and ties it around her neck. "That's a girl." (Y/n) said then the door bursts open and Dean enters, gun out.

"(Y/n)!" He yells and (y/n) grabs the knife from the pillar, her calm expression shifting to one of desperate panic, and places the knife at Jo's throat. "I begged you to stop me, Dean." (Y/n) yells, sounding more like herself. "Put the knife down, dammit." Dean shouts at her.

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me." (Y/n) said, frantically, as she turns to face Dean, arms spread. "Shoot me!" She shouts.

Dean stares at her, gun steady, then he looks at Jo out of the corner of his eye. "No, (y/n), come on." Dean said and he turns away, lowering the gun. "What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that soft-hearted towards me that you'd rather let Jo die?" (Y/n) asked and Dean turns suddenly, flinging water from a flask at (y/n); the water hisses and steams as it strikes her and she screams in pain. 

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean yells and (y/n) raises her head; her eyes are the solid black of a demon's. Dean flings more holy water at her, making her growl. Then she turns and runs, bursting through a window and fleeing. Dean takes the knife and cuts Jo free then she pulls the gag out of her mouth as Dean runs towards the shattered window. 

"She was possessed?!" Jo exclaims and Dean turns and stares at her for a moment, then leaps through the window. "Dean!" Jo shouts but Dean was gone.

Dean and Possessed-(y/n) stalk each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, each with a handgun. During the following they never see each other directly, instead hiding stealthily behind piles and boxes and shouting at each other. "So who are you?" Dean asked her. "I got lots of names." (Y/n) replied.

"You've been in (y/n) since she disappeared, haven't you?" Dean asked and (y/n) let's out an evil chuckle. "You shoulda seen your face when you thought she murdered that guy. Pathetic." She spat. "Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances." Dean said. "Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. I was gonna posses Sam but I thought (y/n) would be better. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste (y/n). Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now." (Y/n) said.

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that." Dean growls. "How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your darling (y/n)." She said as Dean was putting his gun away then pulls out the flask of holy water. "See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as (y/n)'s dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door." Possessed-(y/n) said and she gets up, heading outside; Dean follows.

They are on an open-air dock. Once Dean is out in the open, looking around at the water. (Y/n) steps out, takes aim, and shoots Dean, hitting him in the shoulder. Dean is knocked into the water with a splash and (y/n) stalks to the edge and peers over where Dean fell; not seeing him in the water, she smiles.

Little later, Jo is walking quickly through the docks, a flashllight in one hand and her cell phone in the other; she's calling Dean, and his voicemail picks up. "This is Dean. Leave a message." His voice said and Jo hangs up the phone, with a sigh of frustration, and continues searching.

Moments later she calls again, and this time hears Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She runs down to where he is lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp. "Dean! Dean!" She exclaims and he wakes with a groan, coughing; he's completely wet. "Take it easy." Jo said to him as he shudders and groans in pain.

"Where's (y/n)?" Dean asked with a groan. "I don't know, I've been looking for you. Come on, get up." Jo said and she helps him to stand, and he leans on her heavily, groaning, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the bar.

Dean was seated at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand as Jo digs the bullet out of his left shoulder. He groans loudly. "Don't be a baby!" Jo said to him. "God!" Dean groans as she continues to dig into his shoulder. "Almost. All right, got it. Got it." She said as she drops the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol.

Dean takes a few healthy swigs from a bottle of whiskey. "God, you're a butcher." Dean said. "You're welcome." Jo said, sarcastically. "All right, are we done?" Dean asked. "Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help (y/n) if you're bleeding to death." Jo said. Dean takes another swig as Jo continues layering gauze and tape over the wound.

"So, how did you know? That she was possessed?" Jo asked him. "Uh, ah, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been her." Dean replied and Jo looks down.

"Hey, Dean." She said.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I know demons lie, but...do they ever tell the truth too?" Jo asked and Dean looks over at her. "Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head." He said as he takes another swig. "Why do you ask?" Dean asked Jo gives a nervous look at him before she takes a deep breath.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where she's headed to next?" She asked him. "Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so...closest one I know lives in South Dakota." Dean said. "Okay good, I'm done. Let's go." Jo said and Dean starts Dean stand up 

"Yeah. You're not coming." Dean said. "The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now." Jo said. "I can't say it more plain than this. You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be." Dean said and he turns to leave.

"Wait." Jo said and he turns back, and she hands out a prescription pill bottle. "Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain." She said. "Thanks. I'll call you later, okay?" Dean said and he leaves the bar. "No you won't." Jo mutters to herself.

That night, Dean drives down a dark stretch of road and dials a number on his cell.

Elsewhere, a phone rings several times, until (y/n) cuts the phone line running outside the house.

Dean looks at his phone and sighs. "Dammit." He mutters then he dials another number. "Hey, Sam. It's me. We've got a problem." He said.

(Y/n) walks slowly up the steps to the house and knocks on the door. A second later, Bobby opens it and grins then laughs with pleasure. "(Y/n)!" He said as (y/n) bares her teeth in a smile. "Hey, Bobby." She said.

"It's been a while." Bobby said and (y/n) grins sheepishly. "Well, come on in." Bobby said and she enters slowly, glancing at the ceiling, and Bobby shuts the door behind her.

They walk together into his study, which is dimly lit and covered wall to wall with stacks of books and papers. "So what brings you?" Bobby asked. "Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey." (Y/n) said.

"Well, where's the boys?" Bobby asked and (y/n) chuckles. "Oh Sam's at a library, researching, and Dean...probably holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve pack." (Y/n) said as Bobby goes into the back room.

(Y/n), left alone, eyes the ceiling again. "Oh yeah? She pretty?" Bobby asked as (y/n)'s eyes cloud over black for a moment. "You ask me, he's in way over his head." She said, then her eyes go back to normal as Bobby returns with a beer in each hand; he hands one to (y/n).

"Well, it's good to see you." Bobby said and he raises his bottle. "To John and (father's name)." Bobby said. "To Dad. And John." She said and they toast and swig the beer.

(Y/n) turns to look up at the ceiling again but as she swallows the beer she spews suddenly, choking, falling to her hands and knees, coughing and gagging painfully.

Bobby sips his beer, unconcerned. "What'd you do?!" (Y/n) asked in a panic. "A little holy water in the beer. (Y/n) never would have noticed. But then, you're not (y/n) are you. Don't try to con a con man." Bobby said and he slams his fist into (y/n)'s face, knocking her out.

Later, (y/n)-demon is tied to a chair, before a fire and under the Devil's trap. Dean smacks her in the face to wake her up, Sam standing behind him. "Hey." Dean said to her and (y/n) looks up and sees the painted Devil's Trap. Dean and Sam look up too.

"Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach." (Y/n) sneers then she turns to Sam. "Hello, Sammy." She said with a smile. "How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" Dean asked. "Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this beautiful face." (Y/n) said.

"Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt (y/n) much." Dean said as Sam picks up a bucket. "You, on the other hand..." Dean said as Sam tosses a bucketful of holy water on (y/n)-demon, who sizzles and roars. 

"Feel like talking now?" Dean asked, angrily. "(Y/n)'s still my meat puppet. I'll make her bite off her tongue." (Y/n) said, spiteful. "No, you won't be in her long enough. Sam." Dean said and Sam begins to read in Latin while Bobby stands on the side, watching.

"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting (y/n). And you're not getting Sam, either. You understand me? 'Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first." Dean yells as (y/n)-demon struggles painfully, then throws back her head and laughs maniacally. Sam cuts off in surprise while Bobby looks at this, confused.

"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan." (Y/n) spat and Sam continues reading but it seems to have no effect on (y/n)

"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." she said then she lowers her head and begins growling in Latin. As she does this, the fire behind her flares and the room shakes as she continues. 

"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, guys?" Dean asked and Sam goes over to (y/n) and sees the mark in her forearm. Bobby's eyes widen as he comes over and gets a closer look at the arm as (y/n) continues to chant. "It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside (y/n)'s body!" Bobby shouts.

"What the hell do we do?" Sam asked him, frightened and worried. "I don't know!" Bobby yells and (y/n) throws back her head and screams.

The shaking walls and ceilings begin to crack, breaking the protective circle. (Y/n)-demon's eyes are black as she lowers her head. "There. That's better." She said and she jerks her head left and Bobby and Sam go flying. She jerks her head right and Dean goes flying, landing heavily against the far wall.

The holy water flask falls from Dean hand and he flinches in pain from his shoulder. (Y/n) rips free of the restraints and stalks over to Dean. "You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell." She said as she kneels in front of Dean, fisting her left hand in Dean's shirt and clocking him hard with a right jab.

Dean grabs onto (y/n)'s shirt with his right hand. "You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um..." she said then she hits Dean again as she thinks. "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons." She said and she hits him again as Dean becomes groggy and starts bleeding heavily from his nose.

"It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." (Y/n) said as she hits Dean again; then she grabs his head, holding it steady. "And you sent me back there." She growls and Dean realized who was possessing (y/n).

"Meg." Dean sneers and (y/n) smirks. "No. Not anymore. Now I'm (y/n)." She said as she hits him one more time; then digs her right thumb into Dean's bullet wound, making him growl in pain. "By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says howdy." She said as she digs into Dean's wound further and he screams out.

Dean tries to pull (y/n)'s hand away, groaning in pain. "All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect." She said as she shoves Dean's grasping hand away. "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down...you know that you can't save your brother or your little girlfriend. They'd have been better off without you." (Y/n) said and she rears back to hit Dean but suddenly her fists stops.

She turns to look at her fist and tries to move it but it was like an invisible force was preventing her. "What--" she starts to ask when she leans her head forward and let's out a groan then clenches her teeth. "Stop...stop it." She growls to herself and Dean stares at her, realizing (y/n) was trying to fight back. "Stop. It!" (Y/n) growls, loudly, then Sam grabs her arm while Bobby comes up and presses a hot poker into the mark on (y/n)'s arm.

She screams in pain, then screams again as black demon smoke billows out of her and up the chimney. Dean pulls himself up painfully as (y/n) falls back, then comes to herself and looks around. "(Y/n)?" Dean said and she looks over at him.

"Dean! I-I'm so sorry. I-I-I tried to fight back..." she said, breathless as Sam kneels next to her. "It's okay." Dean said as he starts to collapse and Sam looks her over.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was sitting behind Bobby's table with an icepack on my arm, Dean is on the other side of the table groggily holding an icebag to his face. "By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." I said, cautiously. "Yeah, right back atcha." Dean remarks as Bobby walks in slowly, looking concerned.

"What is it, Bobby?" Sam asked him. "You three ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" Bobby asked and Dean and I share a look. "Why do you ask?" Dean asked him. "Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house." Bobby said and I swallow then look down.

"You wouldn't know anything about that." Bobby said as he looks, mainly, at me and Dean. "No sir, never heard of the guy." Dean said and I turn to him. "Dean--" I said but Dean turns to me. "Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?" Bobby said to us and we nod.

"We better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car." Dean said to me as we stand up. "Here. Take these." Bobby said and he hands all three of us a small metal charm.

"What are they?" Sam asked him. "Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya." Bobby said as he looks between the three of us. "That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks." Dean said. "You're welcome. You three be careful now." Bobby said. "You too." I said as I smile at Bobby. Bobby looks back at me seriously, not returning the smile, and I frown and look away.

At the door, Dean tosses the icebag back to Bobby, who smiles a little at him. 

That night, Dean was driving down a dark stretch of highway. Sam was in the backseat and I was in the passenger seat, frowning quietly. "You okay? (Y/n)? Is that you in there?" Dean asked me, concerned.

"I was awake for some of it, Dean. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands; I saw the light go out in his eyes. I-I tried to fight for control but...I couldn't." I said, sadly. "That must have been awful." Sam said, sadly. "That's not my point. I almost carved up Jo too." I exclaimed then I turned to Dean. "But no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot." I said to him.

"It was the right move, (y/n). It wasn't you." Dean said. "Yeah, this time. What about next time?" I asked him. "(Y/n), when Dad told me...that I might have to kill you or Sam, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna save you." Dean said and I look over at him and give a small smile towards him.

After a pause, Dean laughs softly. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing." Dean said. "Dean, what?" I asked and Dean smirks. "(Y/n), you -- you like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week." Dean said then he laughs then Sam chuckles as well.

My frown cracks, and I laugh with them. "That's pretty naughty. And kinda hot." Dean said and I, playfully, scoff at him then punch his un-injured shoulder. "Shut up!" I said and we laugh as we drive on.

[gamebunny-advance]

Doodle Dump: Misc. Edition

Time for misc. doodles~

Notes under the cut.

1: "Ikigusare Idols". Like many people, "Injection Girl" randomly appeared in my Youtube feed, and I was admittedly charmed by them. It's like they're from a bygone era, but they just put out another music video last month. Currently, my favorite song is "スーパーZ指定ガール". (Content warning for mass violence in the lyrics.)

2-4: "Clown Doll Redesign". So, since I've started doll customizing as a hobby, I tend to lurk on the Dolls and CustomDolls subreddits on the lookout for inspo and info. Not too long ago, someone posted asking for advice/critique on their doll ideas. So I sketched these (and some notes on the original design, which are not included here) as a response. In the end, I never did reply because I don't actually have a reddit account, and I thought it would be weird to make one solely to criticize someone, so I'm just posting them here.

My main critiques were that there wasn't a lot of contrast in their color choices and that the blue and red hair seemed random when the rest of the design was pink/green. So, my main goal was to increase the contrast between the pink and green, so the different patterns would stick out more and to unify the pallet a bit more. The skintones differ from the reference because the doll they said they were going to use was a G3 Frankie Stein, who has bluish skin and a prosthetic left leg, so I'm not really sure why their sketch uses the original green skin or why the silver leg is on the wrong side, but it is what it is.

The first 2 are straight pallet swaps, but the 3rd is based on a second design that the OP made. They originally asked for users to pick between the two. Most people said they preferred the blue and yellow design because it was more cohesive, but the OP replied that they really wanted to make the pink and green one work somehow, so that's why I focused on using that one as the base, but I still included a version with the alternate pallet and patterns.

Here's a link to the original thread since I'm kinda reposting their art by including it with sketch. Just maybe avoid linking back to me >_<;

5-8: "Music Junkie Soundwave". In a similar vein, there was another user on the subreddit that wanted opinions on a potential Transformers fashion doll line, citing a video that one of their friends made on the idea.

Now despite having a limited knowledge of Transformers, and I'm still pretty green to the fashion doll world, I wrote a whole-ass dissertation on the idea because magical girl/boy robot dolls are totally something I'd be into.

But, for a similar reason to the clown doll, I didn't want to make a reddit account just to critique someone (though I still have the original response in my drafts).

When I finished writing that response, I decided to sketch how I would go about the idea as it'd been proposed, and created this Soundwave doll idea. Admittedly, he's very inspired by Giacomo from Pokemon Scarlet/Violet (never played it, but I do like some of the character designs in it). I dunno if the overalls are a little dorky, but I couldn't think of another way to represent his chest-deck in a meaningful way.

9-10: "Kingsley and Mamuta". I tried to make some human? designs for them, but it's not going great. I really wanted Mamuta to still be monstrous, but designs like that aren't my strong-suit... Kingsley I'm just not satisfied with yet.

11: "OC Line-Up". Just a few OCs of mine. From left to right: Carol, The Prince Formerly Known As Frog, Shapeshifter, and Fizz.

12: "Rival". An idea for a rival to Kun3h0, ala Shadow the Hedgehog and Wario. I made another sketch recently that goes in a very different direction, but I kinda want to finish that so I haven't included it in this dump.

[bitchin-and-bustin]

"What, like partners?"

din djarin x male!bounty hunter!reader

Genre; yeah

Summary; Y/n L/n is a skilled bounty hunter desperate for work, which brings him to Nevarro looking for a job. He's met with a surprise when Greef Karga has him working with a man in shiny armor and fast reflexes.

Warnings; violence, implied PTSD, enemies to friends (sort of), implied mutual attraction

Author's Note; I tried writing this in 3rd person, I don't know how I feel about it, but if you guys like it this way let me know and I'll try writing like this more!

When Y/n L/n was truly desperate for work, he would turn to Greef Karga; magistrate of the Bounty Hunter's Guild on Nevarro.

It wasn't that Y/n didn't like Greef Karga - even though he didn't - he just had a strong dislike for the planet in general. It all annoyed him: the uncomfortably warm temperatures, the ashen ground that stuck irritatingly to the soles of his boots, and the Mandalorian that walked around with his shiney head held high like he was all the shit.

So, when Y/n found himself in a particularly tight debt, he was less than pleased when Greef Karga reached out to him, offering what he claimed to be the bounty of a lifetime. But, seeing that he had no other options - and was rightfully considered skint broke - he swallowed his pride and set his course for Nevarro City.

The people in the city were nice enough, considering they mainly stayed to themselves - aside from the Jawas, of course. It was ones that stayed hidden that Y/n had a problem with. He had caught glimpses of them before; their white, dulling armor flashing in the shadows. He held a great hatred for them, especially since he had fought so hard for so long, and lost so much, to rid the Galaxy of their kind.

At times, it did seem as if it had all been pointless, because Y/n had fought fiercely for peace, and ended up with nothing but a missing piece within him and a huge bounty on his head.

So Y/n L/n no longer went by his true name, instead, most knew him as N/n L/n: a name that Y/n had come up with when he was drunk in the corner of a cantina one time.

In fact, Y/n found himself drunk in the corner of cantinas as often as he could. Something about temporarily forgetting the pain and horror he'd gone through years ago was so seductive to him.

But he never let himself get drunk while he was in a cantina on business terms, as he presently was.

This cantina in Nevarro City was one where Y/n found himself regularly meeting Guild Magistrate, Greef Karga. Walking through the entrance, Y/n did his routine glance around the room, checking for threats, and seeing none deemed too harmful, as a large majority of them were fellow Guild members. Coming down the steps, he was greeted by Stacia, a regular Twi'lek waitress that continuously got on Y/n's nerves with the way she hovered around him like he was a thirst trap.

"N/n." She said in her breathy, flirty voice. "I was wondering when I'd see you here again."

Y/n offered a thin, painful smile. "You know me, Stacia. Always here on work." He attempted to step around her, but she was quick to block his path.

"Here, please, have a drink." She said, holding up her silver tray of drinks between them. "You look like you could use one.

"I don't have money on me." Y/n dismissed.

"Oh, that's not a problem." Stacia smirked  flirtatiously and leaned forward. "Its on the house, sugar."

Restraining himself from from frowning, Y/n sighed quietly. "Fine." He snatched a fluke off of the tray. "Now, if you'd excuse me, I've got a fob to collect."

Without waiting for Stacia to reply, Y/n pushed past her and continued on his way through the cantina. After dropping the fluke of alcohol on a table filled with gamblers, he was quick to head towards the table where the Guild magistrate normally dealed out bounties.

Upon arriving at the table, Y/n found that the seat across from Greef Karga was already occupied. He stopped a few feet away from them hesitantly.

Greef looked up from his conversation and grinned upon seeing the bounty hunter lingering near them. "N/n! I was wondering when you'd arrive! Come, come sit." He pulled up another chair and gestured to it.

Hesitantly, Y/n approached the table. He looked down at the bounty hunter who occupied the usual seat. It was the Guild's own Mandalorian, the one that Y/n wasn't ever very fond of for reasons even him himself didn't really know. Y/n and the Mandalorian had never conversed much, besides the occasion greetings and farewells. The longest conversation they'd had was when Y/n overheard him complaining of a complication with the thrusters on his Razor Crest, in which Y/n had suggested a trustworthy mechanic there in Nevarro City that was worth checking out. Something had compelled Y/n to speak to the mandalorian that day, and the mysterious man had since been on his mind, though the bounty hunter didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.

"Mando." Y/n nodded in greeting.

The Mandalorian did the same. "L/n."

Y/n sat down in the third chair and looked over at Greef. "Was I interrupting anything?"

"Oh, not at all." Greef assured, but they way Mando's helmeted head cocked made Y/n glance his way.

"Um, I understand you wanted to offer a job?" Y/n asked Greef.

At that, Greef suddenly became a but tense. "Yes, about that..." Y/n narrowed his eyes questioningly. "I was just speaking to Mando here, he's coincidentally interested in the same job."

Y/n sparred a slow glance over at the Mandalorian. "How much could this job possibly pay?" He asked rhetorically and skeptically.

For a moment, Greff deadpanned. "More than you could imagine."

Y/n smirked slightly. "Well, I can imagine quite a lot."

"You get my point." Y/n let out a small sigh. Once again, he glanced at Mando, who he found to be doing the same.

"There's two of us." Mando said. "And one bounty. So, how's this gonna work?"

Cautious and discreetly, Y/n eyed the hand holding his forked long-range blaster in his lap. Then he temporarily became distracted due to the strangely alluring build that was the Mandalorian's thighs. He had really nice thighs. Greef looked between them both, and Y/n snapped his eyes up as he started speaking.

"Go together."

There was a moment of silence it which Y/n and Mando stared at Greef, who seemed awkward in the situation. Finally, Y/n let out a scoff, which turned into a chuckle.

"What, like partners?" Y/n said. He sniggered again. "Yeah...I don't do partners."

"Neither do I." Said Mando, his voice devoid of much emotion.

Greef sighed. "Boys, hear me out." He said. "From what this client has told me, it's not a one man job." Y/n narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward to listen. "He claims the target is heavily guarded, that it has many guards, close to fifty, maybe more. If what he says is true, one bounty hunter facing down all of that security wouldn't make it out alive." Greef shrugged. "So, when the client told me this, I thought, who better to trust then my two best bounty hunters, N/n L/n and the Mandalorian?"

Y/n didn't particularly like the sound of his name in the same sentence as Mando's, but he found it enticing at the same time.

"If you both decide to take this fob - and if you come back alive - you two can split the bounty. From what I've heard, the payload will be enough for you both to be set for a long while."

Y/n took every one of Greef's words in, considering them carefully. A bounty of this size, even when split in half, would be enough to pay off his debt, which was his main concern at the moment. On the other hand, he didn't know this Mandalorian, and couldn't trust whether or not he wouldn't just kill him the moment they collected the target.

Before Y/n was able to consider this proposition any further, the Mando spoke.

"I'm in." He said. "If L/n is joining."

Then Mando, and Greef, turned to look at Y/n, who sat under their stares, thinking intently, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants - he really wished the Mandalorian would stop saying his name with that deep voice of his. But then he remembered why they other two men were staring at him, and was faced with the decision of what to do. With the way things were going with him, he didn't have much a choice.

So, sighing in surrender, Y/n gave his answer. "I suppose I'm in as well." He turned and nodded at Mando, who returned the gesture. He focused back on Greef. "Well, let's see the puck."

Greef, while seeming pleased with the arrangement, pursued his lips. "No puck. Face to face. Direct commission." Seeing Y/n's raised eyebrow, Greef nodded, confirming his suspicions. "Deep pocket."

"Underworld?" Asked Mando.

"All I know is no chaincode." He sighed - so quietly that it was almost inaudible - and reached into his pocket to pull out a small white card with a barcode and other information on it. He held it front of them. "Do you want the chit, or not?"

Both bounty hunters stared at the card for a moment. Then, Mando reached out, and quickly took it from the magistrate's hand, then he stood up.

"Are you coming?" Mando asked Y/n, looking down at him.

Y/n glanced at Greef, then stood up. "Wouldn't wanna miss this." He muttered to himself, ticking his eyebrows and huffing in exasperation, and turned to walk out of the cantina with his new partner.

Almost immediately, Y/n wasn't very sure what to think of the Mandalorian. He barely spoke, and was always on guard. And not to mention how he seemed to be a mysterious person by nature. Y/n didn't like mysterious people. There was always something to fear from them. But on the other hand, there was always something so alluring about them, and maybe that was why Y/n kept seeing the Mandalorian tilt his helmet sideways, as if he was glancing at Y/n out of the corner of his eyes and trying to being discrete about it. Well, if that was the case, he was failing miserably.

The two of them didn't speak the entire time they maneuvered through the small crowds in the city's center, and slipped down a barren alleyway. Y/n was alright with their silence, though. It gave him an opportunity to think their situation over.

He thought it was suspicious that they were going to see the contact in person. It was alarming as well. It meant that there was more information that they required for the job, and that there would be certain conditions that they would have to meet. Y/n didn't like when there was rules.

They arrived at the building where the direct commission was supposed to be held roughly ten minutes after Y/n and the Mandalorian left the cantina. It was in a very secluded part of the city, which was never a good sign.

They stopped in front of the blank, grey door and stared at it. Y/n would by lying if he claimed he wasn't on edge.

The Mandalorian reached out and knocked on the metal door. Then not a second later a hatch on the side of the wall opened and a security scanner popped out.

Startled, and whipping his head to face it, Y/n's hand slung his blaster out of its holster, ready to shoot. Before he could raise the weapon, the Mandalorian's hand shot out and caught Y/n's wrist, keeping it down.

Y/n tensed, partially because he realized it was only a scanner, and partially because the Mandalorian had stopped him so quickly and calmly.

The scanner quickly spoke in Huttese, demanding a barcode for access. Letting go of Y/n's wrist, Mando pulled the chit from Greef out of his pocket, and held it up in front of the scanner. After scanning it, the scanner disappeared back inside the wall. Y/n sighed and quickly put his blaster back in his holster.

"You have fast reflexes." Said the Mandalorian to Y/n as they stood there waiting for the door to open.

Y/n glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. "So do you."

"Are you alright?"

Y/n hesitated. Then he lied. "Yep. Just startled me, is all."

The Mandalorian wasn't stupid. He knew a lie when he heard one. But now wasn't the time to confront Y/n about it.

The door in front of them creaked rustily as it was opened for them to walk inside. The two bounty hunters exchanged a look, and then Mando stepped into the doorway.

Y/n hesitantly followed him inside and sighed. He had a bad feeling about this.

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[tods-void]

For anyone who hates YouTube, the YT app and capitalism broadly, YouTube (the corp) has been waging a war on 3rd party apps to make sure their official app is the only way you can view YT content for a while.

If you're on a PC this isn't a problem but obviously we're not using our PCs all the time, especially when we're outside.

I'm sure if you've tried to open YT via your mobile browser you've noticed that the mobile version of the site is pretty dogshit. The options for video playback and playlists is limited. You can't shuffle your playlist, can't skip to the next song, can't loop a song and so on. This is intentional to, again, force you to use the official app. Where you have to either pay for premium or suffer through ads constantly.

In reply to this several people have developed their own YT clients that allow you to access the site's content without ads and without even needing to log in. Apps like NewPipe, Revanced, Incidious and so on. They offer a vastly better mobile experience, have all the options for video and playlist control you could want and are 100% free. Which means they undermine YT's business monopoly and no corpo scumbag would ever allow that.

For the last two weeks people using the 3rd party apps, myself included, have been experiencing problems with videos cutting out midway through and giving errors and as of yesterday the apps are unusable. Hopefully the people behind them figure out a solution and update them soon but I wanted to highlight YT's hostility towards all who reject their business model and their contempt for their users in general. They have a defacto monopoly as a platform. Sure, there are other platforms like it, but most of them are small and/or have a definite rightwing slant towards their content and moderation like Rumble. Not to say YT is any better but those are the platforms far right grifters champion.

Now you might say, well the ads are necessary cos that's how creators make money, to which I will point out that creators receive a fraction of the money each ad on their videos make. And unless you make the most boilerplate uncontroversial slop possible, there's every chance your video will get demonetized, which is the most capitalist realism kind of censorship I've ever seen. In truth creators make scraps which is why most of them have a Kofi or Patreon account where the bulk of their income actually comes from.

So yeah, tl;dr YT are scum, Google are scummer and Alphabet are the scummest. They don't deserve your money and if you want to support anyone, support individual creators through Patreon and the people who make free open source software that undermines YT.

[scoobydoodean]

Wanted to chat about some tangential things in my last reply of this post and the related reply from @deanwinchesterwebsite while sparing all of us the length of the whole post.

Slightly off the topic of money, but I like what you said about how Dean constantly offers or encourages Sam to grab at moments of normalcy (staying with Lori, Sarah, whichever woman is representing a normal life that episode) whereas Sam rejects that -- it can happen after the revenge plot when Sam goes back to his "normal" life. This is merely an interruption. But Dean knows there's always something else to hunt, and there is no "getting out". His whole life he's tried to build periods of normalcy, knowing it won't last. Does Sam also know deep down that there's no "after", since he experienced that childhood too, and he just doesn't want to accept that he likes hunting? Or does he still believe in that dream, as evidenced by him telling Dean to get out and live an apple pie life after he jumps in Swan Song?

Dean as Sam's Relationship Cheerleader™️ is something I've meant to dedicate a gifset to for some time. He is constantly trying to get Sam to connect with people. Lori, Sarah, Madison—even Meg. I do have this set along a related vein. I also have a tag for Sam not being carried along by the tides of the immutable sea, but I made that tag so long and complicated I can't actually get it to work anymore for some reason... I need to shorten it. My tag #sams motivations is meant to include a lot of posts giving context to Sam's choices (I have a considerable backlog of gifsets I need to make for this), and #sam the hunter for his relationship to hunting.

From my personal perspective, hunting and family are deeply connected for Sam. He tells us (Charlie) this the most plainly in 10.18:

SAM Yeah. I guess I really understand now that….this is my life. I love it. But I can’t do it without my brother. I don’t want to do it without my brother. And if he’s gone, then I don’t….

This little bit of dialogue imo explains a lot about what many would consider "wishy-washy" behavior from Sam over the first 2/3rds of the series. Hunting is a family first activity for Sam. If the family is dead, he will get revenge (season 1, 2, 4) or quit (season 8) if family is alive but attempting to live peacefully, he will seek out other family (the Campbells in season 6). Season 8 is the trickiest of all. I have a very long post about Sam's headspace in season 8 here.

Unpacking Sam's views on hunting is tough to do in some places in a way that answers everyone's "but what about...?" moments, because while the result is often the same (Sam is hunting), the motivation is often very different and quite varied.

Season 1

Hunting is revenge, then it's also a coping measure for Sam's grief, and then it begins to develop as a mission (1.20). At the same time, Sam absolutely sees it as a temporary reality of his life—a detour from his normal life (1.16).

However, there's also The John Wound™️ which begins healing up in 1.08 when Sam learns that John periodically checked up on Sam when he was in school to make sure he was safe. There's their hug in 1.16, and there's their conversation about the college fund in 1.20 where John explains himself and apologizes and Sam says he and John are the same. Sam has more sympathy for John Winchester than anyone else, and I think that's something that people often, somehow, miss. This renewed connection with John—still filled with flashes of anger as they butt heads—is this precious, fragile thing that slips through Sam's fingers like so many grains of sand before he really gets to feel they've "fixed" it because John dies.

Season 2

The seeds having been planted in 1.08, 1.16, and 1.20 (to some extent also in 1.02). After John's death, hunting is how Sam feels close to his family (especially John) and honors the memory of their parents. It's how he deals with the regret of all the things he and John didn't get to say and mend. He talks about hunting in John's memory instead of going back to school (2.02), and he insists on bringing John's dog tags to Lawrence so he can place them on Mary's grave (2.04).

In 2.20, he tells Dean he's glad they know each other and get along, when the context is Dean's djinn dream where they never spoke, and Sam got everything he wanted in the Pilot—Jess, the white picket fence, the law degree.

In 2.10, Sam refers to hunting as something that he can't escape—says California was him running, and implies hunting is something he doesn't want to escape anymore. He tells Dean he's just going to have to stick around being a hunter if he wants to support Sam, because Sam isn't going to run and he isn't going to stop.

Dean is balking at the hunting life and desperate for a break, and Sam says, "You're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do" (2.10). He reiterates—in 2.20 when Dean is spilling despair and grief out of every pore—that the job is worth it despite all of the pain because of the people they've saved. In the beginning of 2.13, he's jealous that Henriksen put out warrants for Dean but not for him after the fiasco at the bank.

It's worth noting though that Sam also has a more fatalistic perspective this season. At times he believes he should be killed before he turns "bad" (and pushes Dean to promise to take him out when he knows Dean won't). He isn't necessarily facing the idea of hunting for the rest of his life. He's facing the reality of turning evil quite imminently and then a young and bloody death (he wishes, at his brother's hand before he hurts anyone), and episodes like 2.11 Playthings and 2.18 Hollywood Babylon and 2.13 Houses of the Holy reveal he's also motivated to hunt as a distraction and to prove that he can subvert his demonic destiny.

Season 3

Demonic destiny subverted (they think—until Ruby tips Sam off about Lilith and the title The Boy King starts getting throw around) Sam focuses on Dean. Dean intends to burn bright for the whole year until his deal is up, and go down in a blaze of glory, and Sam spends the first 2/3rds of the season trying to get Dean to care and secretly working on plans to save his life and growing more and more bold and ruthless about it.

One episode after calling Ruby a "cold bitch" for telling him not to feel guilty about killing two human hosts (3.04), Sam shoots a crossroad's demon, killing the human host because he's furious that he's powerless to save Dean (3.05). When Dean dies in Mystery Spot, Sam turns into a hunting machine obsessed with vengeance against Gabriel. In 3.12 Jus In Bello, he considers human sacrifice. In 3.15, it's using an immortal's alchemy and turning himself and Dean into frankenstein's monsters. He summons Ruby behind Dean's back and against his dying wishes looking for a last play to save his brother's life. He wants his brother with him and he's growing more and more desperate and more and more willing to traverse dubious ground to get what he wants—what he needs.

Sam also talks about honing his skills as a hunter to become strong enough to face life (demons, Lilith) without Dean (3.09). He talks about becoming like Dean while Dean worries because Sam isn't acting like himself. Sam reveals a brutality in 3.07 Fresh Blood meant to recall Dean's brutal kill via chop saw in 2.03 Bloodlust. He no longer insists on sparing human's leveraging supernatural power to murder others (3.09).

He isn't looking for normal. He is looking for a way out.

Season 4+

I think you're right on the money on Sam seeing an "after" to hunting for a long time, or needing to see one and getting very self-destructive (and otherwise destructive) if he doesn't. Crucially though, the "after" Sam sees doesn't have to be a "Normal, Apple Pie" life. It just has to be different from the unsustainable pain they're in now. I think the Apple Pie Life is something Sam wants to secure for Dean in season 5 because of the conversation they have in 4.12 "Criss Angel Is A Douchebag"—the conversation that leads Sam straight back to drinking demon blood after quitting in 4.04:

DEAN Man...hope I die before I get old. Whole thing seems brutal, don't it? SAM You think we will? DEAN What? SAM Die before we get old. DEAN Haven't we both already? SAM You know what I mean, Dean. I mean, do you think we'll still be chasing demons when we're 60? DEAN No, I think we'll be dead...for good. What? You want to end up like -- Like Travis? Huh? Or Gordon, maybe? SAM There's Bobby. DEAN Oh, yeah, there's a poster child for growing old gracefully. SAM Maybe we'll be different, Dean.

Sam imagines him and Dean growing old, hunting together. Sam imagines them shifting into a role like Bobby's in their old age (something close to what Sam begins cultivating in the late seasons with the Men of Letters and the bunker and his AU hunters). It's a romanticization—a hopeful look ahead to a future where they aren't drowning in grief at all times even if the struggle never ends. They keep an eye on the world, but they aren't guiltily beholden to it. But then Dean says:

DEAN What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That's just the life.

Sam hates this. He hates that Dean says this, and he wants to fix it. He wants to change Dean's future—secure his future—both of their futures. He doesn't want to be fighting like they're fighting now when he's old, and he doesn't want to die young. He also doesn't want that for Dean, and he learns Dean (at that time at least) doesn't want to be like Bobby or Rufus when he's old. So he needs to save the world so Dean will grow old. He needs to cut off the head of the snake (kill Lilith) even if Dean doesn't like how he does it:

SAM What if we could win? DEAN "Win"? SAM If there was a way we could just...put an end to all of it. DEAN Is there something going on you're not telling me? SAM No. DEAN Sammy. SAM No. Look, I'm just saying...I just wish there was a way we could...go after the source. That's all. Cut the head off the snake. DEAN Well, the problem with the snake is that it has a thousand heads. Evil bitches just keep piling out of the Volkswagen. SAM Yeah. Guess you're right. <- (Sam, thinking about a call he needs to make to Ruby immediately)

In 4.15, Sam says he and Dean are special—outside the natural order. They have a special place in the world and special duties.

There's 4.17 "It's A Terrible Life" where Sam is thrust into "Supernormal" along with Dean, and very quickly smashes his phone... and at the end, asks Dean become monster hunters with him. There's 5.12 "Swap Meat" where Sam turns his nose up at the teenager who has the exact life Sam used to envy.

SAM I totally lied. That kid's life sucked ass. All that apple-pie, family crap? It's stressful. Trust me – we didn't miss a damn thing. DEAN Or we don't know what we're missing.

That disagreement—that little bit we see where Sam has rejected normal but he knows Dean wants it—Dean wants it so so badly but he doesn't believe he can have it—that's the basis for Sam's demand that Dean go and he live a normal, apple pie life.

In 4.19, after the brothers meet and bond with "Adam". Sam immediately wants to train him up as a hunter. Dean balks—thinking Adam has a chance to escape the life—that he hasn't been dragged in yet and doomed. "He could be a doctor"—he could be someone normal. Sam says all he sees is someone vulnerable, ready to become monster chow. He says John did right by them by teaching them to protect themselves. When Dean talks about Adam's hopeful "normal" future, Sam says, "What makes him so special?"

Dean asks if Sam's jealous—but I don't think that's exactly it. What it is is that Adam is not the only person who gets to be happy. Sam thinks, "We can be happy too! We're cursed, but we aren't doomed!" They won't fix their lives by running from hunting or never being involved in it to begin with, but they aren't doomed. They'll escape everything through hunting—by killing Lilith and destroying hell's plans.

Adam is a Winchester and therefore already cursed. But Sam thinks... the curse of hunting is better. The curse makes you special. The curse is something Sam hates... but he also loves it, and he was never going to be normal. Normal was always the foolish pipe dream of a boy running and hiding. He was never going to be normal. But it still isn't a tragedy, because Sam won't let it be one. Sam will take everything that's happened to them—to him—and make something good out of it (4.04). He will be powerful, and he will build a life out of rubble everyone else (Dean) looked at and said the house was totaled and they're toast. If Dean doesn't want to grow old together taking up Bobby's mantle... well—Sam will prove to him that he can still get out—that Sam can get him out—by crushing Lilith. Then in season 8 by closing the gates of Hell (long post that connects season 8 in here).

Sam gets Dean out at the end of season 5, and even soulless, Sam seeks out family, and he goes to hunting, while leaving Dean in the Apple Pie life Sam secured for him. Temporarily, Sam wins. He proves that Dean can get out and be happy. They repeat similar patterns in season 8 (8.14 and Sam promising to take Dean to the light at the end of the tunnel—again by stopping demons) and once again, Sam tries to prove Dean can be happy—both of them can—only this time, he fails. He begins cultivating the Bobby life for them in season 12 onward, and he thinks it's starting to work... except when it isn't—except when Dean still doesn't believe he can be saved—that he can be happy. Dean attempts suicide after losing Mary and Cas and Crowley. Dean doesn't believe they can beat Michael and he tries to drop himself in the ocean in a coffin and Sam's eyes burn with tears as he punches Dean and demands he believe Sam can save him.

All of this is also why Sam's ending is a tragedy. Sam's ending is a mourning pyre to a dead brother. It is Sam sitting with his greatest failure. It is himself, shoe-horned into the life he thought he could secure for Dean but failed to secure. It is the life Sam no longer wanted, but the only way he knows how to live if Dean is dead. He can't do it without his brother. He periodically goes out to sit in the car and mourn, closing his eyes and thinking of times gone by when Dean was here and Sam was happy—because Sam was a freak... but he wasn't alone. Dean was right there with him all the way.

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 28

(Ch. 27) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: “If we could light up the room with pain, we’d be such a glorious fire.” - Ada Limon

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence, Death, Espionage, Survivor's Guilt, the usual.

A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken me fucking FOREVER to get this out, y'all! A LOT has been going on in these past months (the demise of a longterm relationship, renovations on my house, new jobs etc) but I hope this is worth the wait! 💖

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Contemporary: Midnight, December 3rd, 1944. Liart Station, France.

When the door to her private train compartment was opened, Alix made a silent promise to herself: As soon as the war was over, she was turning in her goddamn resignation letter to the OSS and going home. She couldn’t handle any more surprises on the job, not like this one. 

“Sorry, I’m late, gorgeous," a lowered voice had remarked wryly as soon as the compartment door slid shut once more.

"You wouldn’t believe the traffic.”

The whisper came from a young man in a heavy coat who casually dropped into the seat next to her as though he belonged there. The dark brim of his fedora was pulled low over his eyes, casting his face in shadow, but she didn’t need to see its entirety to know who it was; she would recognize that gravelly voice anywhere. 

“What are you doing here?” she demanded out of the corner of her mouth, making sure to keep her expression neutral as she flipped through her newspaper and fought the urge to smack the newcomer with it. 

“Thought Nix woulda told ya,” Liebgott looked almost amused, a smirk playing on his lips.

He too spoke out of the corner of his mouth; someone had taught him well. 

“Donovan needed an interrogator with an Austrian dialect. Said this one’s gonna be a real doozy. Called me in as a temp.” 

Alix’s dark eyes narrowed, causing her blue contacts to sting.

“You’re the floater? You’re–” 

“Lieutenant Fritz Eberhardt,” he finished with a nod, casually taking his right hand out of his pocket to reveal the worn, silver skull ring of the Werwolf Kommandos, engraved with the tell-tale motto of the SS:

‘Meine Ehre Heisst Treue’. 

My Honor Means Loyalty.

How ironic.

The paratrooper and translator shot her a roguish wink, leaning back with an arm stretched out lazily along the back of his seat like nothing was wrong. 

“I've been assigned to accompany you to your Paris engagement, Fraulein." 

The spy stiffened.

This was the first time that she could recall ever seeing Joe out of uniform and it would be a shame to get blood all over his nice coat but sweet Jesus, Alix was about ready to make that sacrifice.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the auburn-haired girl muttered under her breath. “You’re going to get us both killed.” 

“You don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” Joe chuckles. “Trust me-”

"Right, because that's gone so well for me before," the spy snapped sharper than intended.

Joe's eyebrows shot to the compartment ceiling, his cocky demeanor gone in a flash, replaced by a sudden scowl.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" 

Before Alix could find the words to reply, the shrill whistle of the train screamed out, indicating their departure from Liart Station and the spy took a shaky breath, hearing the rumbling of the wheels on the track underneath them.

She was stuck with him now.

Trying to ignore the ache in her chest at Joe's unexpected presence, Alix tried to force her unfocused eyes to stare at the newspaper in her hands but the words only blurred before her.

"Didja do a bug sweep already?" Joe inquired with a casual yawn as he glanced across her to the window, while Alix flipped the page of her newspaper so hard that she nearly tore it. 

"Of course I did," the spy answered indignantly, unable to contain her irritation.

"That's why you were supposed to come early: to help me look. Listening devices could've been anywhere in here." 

“Don’t gimme that shit,” Joe scoffed in an almost dismissive tone as he tapped the filter of his Reemtsma cigarette.

“Since the liberation, the Krauts have lost a lot of resources and stick to their secret little underground social clubs or whatever. I got the whole rundown from HQ.”

Alix huffed.

Joe was right, damn him. 

While on the surface, France had cleaned up its act, the rotten undergrowth of Nazis and their collaborators remained, festering beneath the surface. 

The chances of them taking the time to bug train compartments were miniscule at best.

“Still,” she responded with a petulant roll of her eyes. “You should’ve been here on time. You never know.”

"Yeah, well you ain't the only one with shit to take care of, okay? I got held up." 

Alix's dark eyes flickered up from her newspaper. 

"Define 'held up'," she said coolly, an undeniably bitter edge to her tone. “What, pray tell, was so pressing?”

Joe crossed his arms and took a long drag off his cigarette before replying snippily,

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Tatiana.”

"It's Tanya, Alix snapped before flipping another page on her newspaper as though she were reading it instead of boring holes into Joe’s face.

“And I would like to know, actually. Because I'd like to think you wouldn't be late to your first assignment without a good reason but maybe I don't know you as well as I thought." 

“Fine.”

Joe's warm brown eyes were suddenly as hard as the wood paneling in the compartment they shared but he shifted the side of his coat up nonetheless, just enough to show a huge cherry-red stain that had blossomed across one side of his ribs.

"There, that a good enough reason for ya?" 

“Madonna mia!” Alix exclaimed, all pretense of anger gone in a flash. “What the hell happened?! Are you alright?”

Joe shrugged nonchalantly.

“Somebody did a shit job friskin' the prisoners so ol' Jerry got to bring a fuckin' boot knife with him to interrogation,” he muttered as he readjusted his coat. "'S not as bad as it looks.”

"Did you have Gene take a look at it?" Alix asked, eyeing his red-soaked shirt with concern. "That's a lot of blood…"

"No, I didn't have 'Gene' look at it," Joe shot back, a mocking edge to his voice as he spat the medic's name, biting down on his cigarette.

"’S fine. Barely a scratch." 

The auburn-haired girl snorted, unable to keep the skepticism out of her tone.

"Right, and I'm the Queen of England."

The translator took a long drag, his expression unreadable. 

“Well, I ain’t your problem anymore,Your Majesty,” he remarked sardonically as he let the smoke curl into the air.

"So you can lay off."

  “You’ll always be my problem,” Alix grumbled under her breath and the pair lapsed into a chilly silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of the newspaper under her fingertips and the rumbling of the train on the tracks.

Still keeping her head angled downward to avoid that familiar ache that seemed to rise in her chest whenever she looked him in the face, Alix let herself study the compartment instead.

In truth, their private compartment was borderline ostentatious – plush maroon upholstery upon the seating, rich mahogany paneling upon the walls, thick velvet curtains adorning the windows to keep the outside world at bay– but the spy could barely concentrate on the luxurious decor either.

Instead, she found herself studying Joe's hands. She still had only fleeting memories of him from before her fall but his hands were one of the few things she remembered the most. 

They had been paler back in England, not yet marred by the blood and grime of the battlefield, the blue veins still snaking up the back all the way to his wrist. She remembered tangled sheets and breathless laughter as they each struggled to catch their breath. She remembered her own scarlet-polished nails tracing each vein in the hand resting beside her, feeling the way his pulse would quicken when she smiled at him.

His fingers were still as calloused and long as she remembered, almost graceful in their strength, and she could still feel the ghost of them interlocking with her own like missing puzzle pieces finally finding their way together.

There weren’t any more ink stains on his fingertips, Alix realized, and she was suddenly half-tempted to make a snide remark about chasing two girls and getting neither, but she kept her silence. 

No need to make an already awkward situation worse, she thought as she chewed on her bottom lip.

Like it or not, they had a mission to complete.

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The French countryside seemed to pass by in blurs of green, gold, and blue, like the vibrant swirls of a priceless Van Gogh but Alix hardly noticed. 

The spy had been fiddling with the worn handle of a discarded leather briefcase that had been left behind in the luggage rack under her seat. Beside her, Joe was violently twisting the Werwolf skull ring around and around upon his finger, wrenching it with such ferocity that it looked as though he might tear his finger off in the process.

"I hate this," he muttered bitterly, seemingly more to himself than to Alix as he glared down at his calloused hands. 

"I fuckin' hate this." 

"Hate what?" the spy inquired softly, cocking her head and allowing some of her auburn hair to fall over one shoulder.

Joe glanced up at the sound of her voice, clearly not expecting her to speak to him, but he recovered fast as ever.

"This," he replied simply, gesturing to the Werwolf skull ring. 

"Wearing this. Gevalt, it makes me wanna claw my fuckin' skin off.” 

Alix felt a pang of sympathy. She couldn’t even fathom the excruciating cognitive dissonance Joe must be experiencing right now, playing a role he despised…but why bother playing it in the first place? 

Why put himself through the unnecessary pain? He was only a floater– a consultant– for this one mission. He had the power to back out at any time. It didn’t make sense but then, nothing about Joe seemed to make much sense lately.

Alix watched as he lit up another cigarette, his third in an hour, glaring across her, out the window at something unseen. 

He was chainsmoking again, like he always did when he was agitated, and all she could do was let the silence sit and watch him wrench the skull ring harder and harder around his finger.

It was unsettling when Joe was quiet: his rage she could combat; his brooding she couldn’t.

The auburn-haired spy found herself sneaking quick glances over at him out of the corner of her eye, the tension hanging thick in the air around them like the early morning fog.

Surprisingly, Joe was the first to break.

“Look, you got somethin’ to say, just say it.”

“What is there to say?” Alix retorted, her grip on the briefcase’s handle tightening considerably. 

“I’m perfectly capable of traveling on my own. I don't need a floater and I certainly don't need you.”

Joe crossed his arms and leaned his head back against the seat. 

“Well tell that to Donovan then, ziskeit,” he yawns. 

"'Cause I got orders to watch your six till the job's done." 

Alix opened her mouth to complain but she was interrupted by a light knocking on the compartment door and Joe immediately shoved his right hand deep into his pocket to hide the infamous skull ring. 

A disgruntled train attendant appeared, regarding both Joe and Alix with the same beady, bloodshot stare as he stepped inside, sliding the door shut behind him.

“Papers,” the Frenchman demanded with an outstretched hand.

Alix nodded with a casual “Certainement” and set aside the discarded briefcase, retrieving her false identification from her handbag and passing it to the man with what she hoped was a convincingly haughty eyeroll. 

The attendant--whose yellowed nametag identified him as Guillaume-- wore a peevish expression almost identical to their old CO, Captain Sobel, which brought a smirk to Alix's face.

The thought of the sadistic superior officer who had made their lives hell for so long being reduced to a glorified bellhop punching tickets and checking IDs was enough to bring them both a smidgen of joy.

Her gaze flickered over to Joe, who returned the smirk with one of his own, the inside joke seeming to almost bridge the gap between them.

The attendant skimmed over Alix's paperwork, handing it back to her without issue, and then it was Joe's turn.

“You, identification.”

Compliantly, Joe dug into his jacket pocket for his passport with his left hand but as he passed the small booklet to the attendant, it slipped from his fingers toward the carpet. 

Automatically, the translator’s dominant hand shot out of his right pocket to intercept them but it was too late: the skull ring on his right hand was in full view. 

The attendant swore as he snatched up Joe’s fake Austrian passport, staring down at it and back to the tell-tale ring as his face reddened with rage.

“Y-You-” he snarled, his lip curled in disgust and a gloved finger shaking as he pointed at Joe. “You are-” 

“Wha- No, no!” Joe protested, immediately reaching out for his passport back in a desperate bid to quiet him. 

“I’m not-” 

But the Frenchman shoved him off roughly and spat an anti-German epithet at him as Joe’s back hit the seat.

“Boche!”

Joe’s eyes narrowed instantly at the slur and he came back strong, lunging forward to seize the attendant by the collar but Alix stood up, trying to shove her way between them to keep the scuffle from getting out of hand. 

The auburn-haired spy could smell the heavy stench of cheap wine on the older man's breath as she separated the pair and she knew there was no reasoning with him.

The drunken attendant spun on his heel, immediately heading for the compartment door, his final words slurred as his rage boiled over. 

“Filthy swine! Nazi pig! You-”

Alix felt a block of ice drop into her stomach as the man’s large, gloved hand reached the door handle. 

It was no secret that since the liberation, people of German extraction weren't exactly welcome in most of French polite society. 

The épuration sauvage was in full-swing, thousands of suspected collaborators being beaten, tortured, and executed by incensed crowds of French people.

If this man went and ran his mouth off about a Werwolf Kommando on the train, Joe could be mobbed as soon as he set foot outside their compartment. 

This chilling revelation seemed to flip a switch in Alix’s brain: If the man left their compartment, Joe’s life could be in danger.

She couldn’t take that risk.

Slipping behind the drunken attendant with the silent ease of a tigress, the world seemed to slow around her as her training kicked in. Hopping onto the seat for a better vantage point, Alix reached out and yanked the attendant backwards into the compartment by the collar. 

The man staggered a couple steps back, thrown off-balance in his surprise, just close enough for Alix to deftly slice the small blade of her lipstick knife across his throat.

The weapon reached the targeted arteries with surgical precision, right below the larynx. Now unable to scream, the man could only gasp and gargle as his legs gave out and he sank downwards toward the carpet in a heap. Following him down to the ground, Alix gathered the excess fabric of her dress's skirt and slapped the material over the wound to stifle the bright arcs of blood that were spurting out like a gruesome fountain.

The pale lace was already growing heavy, turning from an icy blue to a deep, blood-soaked maroon, the arterial spray oozing through the delicate material slower and slower as the man’s heart gradually stopped beating. 

Then the attendant went limp, his jaw falling slack as a sickening gurgle emanated from his cut throat, and the auburn-haired spy knew he was gone. 

No loose ends, she told herself inwardly, repeating the instructions of her superiors over and over like a mantra in her head.

He could have gotten Joe killed. You did the right thing.

But did she? 

She didn’t even remember pulling the knife, not really. 

Not that it mattered: a civilian was still dead.

Alix’s hands were shaking as she stared down at the attendant’s lifeless form, too scared to see the shock and revulsion written all over Joe’s handsome face. 

He’d never seen her kill, after all. 

If he didn’t hate her before, he most certainly would now.

But when she finally looked up, there was nothing like that. 

No disgust, no outrage, no fear.

Instead, there was the same old glint to his gaze and an unspoken warmth in his whiskey-brown eyes that filled her with a strange calm.

“Well ya didn’t hafta do all that, Zees,” Joe remarked finally as a small, lopsided smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“But I ‘preciate it. Nice to know you care.”

“I don’t,” the auburn-haired girl muttered as she knelt, quickly rifling through the corpse’s bloodied uniform for anything useful. 

A billfold full of francs and an identification card from the train company.

Alix handed the wallet over to Joe, averting her gaze to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the brush of their fingertips.

“He was putting the mission in jeopardy,” she added lamely and straightened up, shifting the thick curtains to the side so she could undo the window’s latch.

“Yeah?” Joe snorted as he dragged the lifeless body by its outstretched arms to the open window and turned back to shoot her a sly wink over his shoulder.

His usual crooked grin quirked up one corner of his lips wryly, almost flirtatiously, and the knowing expression in his whiskey-colored eyes caused a small flurry of butterflies to appear once more in her stomach.

It was like he could see right through her.

“Well Ziskeit, ‘the mission’ thanks you.” 

With a grunt, the scrappy paratrooper managed to haul the corpse half onto the window’s ledge before turning back to his partner.

“Now let's get this mamzer dealt with, huh?”

Alix hoisted the corpse's legs up, giving it a final, unceremonious shove out the window, sending it rolling down into the snowy French countryside somewhere.

That was one problem taken care of...But unfortunately, there were more where that came from.

"Madonna mia," Alix swore as she frowned down at the blood-spattered blue material of her dress.

“I gotta dump this somewhere.”

Joe took his seat again and shrugged, watching Alix's nimble fingers close the window once more and re-draw the curtains.

“So change then." 

The auburn-haired girl balked, nearly losing her footing in her surprise.

“Right now?"

“Nah, next Tuesday,” the paratrooper deadpanned with a melodramatic roll of his eyes. “Christ, Zees, you're actin' like I ain't ever seen ya undress before. Hey, remember that one night at your billet when-”

“Don’t remind me,” Alix muttered, the infuriatingly obvious blush of her cheeks making her grit her teeth as the night he is referring to comes back in vivid colors.

She shook her head to banish the memories, her straightened auburn hair tumbling down her shoulders.

"Besides, it was a long time ago anyway. It doesn't matter now."

The lie tasted bitter as cyanide.

"Yeah?" Joe took another slow drag off his cigarette, watching the smoke curl up to the ceiling before he spoke again, his raspy tenor flat with thinly-veiled hurt.

"Guess that's the difference between you an' me. 'Cause to me, it matters a fuckin' lot."

[overtheimaginationwall]

Favorite boss(es) in No Straight Roads?

Least favorite?

(Sincere apologies. I've been holding this one for more than a year in my box, so I hope you don't mind a really late reply ^^")

(Also Happy 3rd Anniversary, NSR!! 🎉)

I will tell ya honestly - they all are my favourites!

Tho if to be more specific I decided to set them up by TOP.

1. Sayu

Oh Sayu, my beloved <3

The Best Virtual Idol and The Reason I bought this game in the first place!

Her music and style of battle was the most fun and dancy! I still vibe to it to this day-

Sooo many references to Internet Culture and Digital Art fills my heart with warmth and gives me determination just like her song itself as well!

Funny Useless Fact: She is the only boss I've beaten on Rank B on my first blind playthrough!

2. DK West

He's OUR MAN, He's THE BEST!

My second favorite and at the same time the hardest for me to beat.

I personally didn't adore RAP genre at first and never seen anyone preform it as an actual entertaining battle until he showed up...

HOLLY MOLLY DESPITE ME BREAKING MY THUMBS WHILE GOING THROUGH THE PAINFUL DODGE GAME - HIM AND ZUKE RAPPING FELT LIKE I'M WATCHING DISNEY-

LIKE-

I STILL HAVE IDEA IN MY HEAD TO MAKE A SORT OF ANIMATIC WITH "FIRST ENCOUNTER" ALONE!!

Anyway, despite damaged fingers - 10/10, would fight again!

Funny Useless Fact: When I was drawing him for the first time I listened to his theme on loop for 4 days straight in order not to get myself distracted or lose motivation, so I finish the piece.

3. Yinu

Oh, sweet child...

I love Yinu and her theme lots even if I'm not that big of a fan of Classical Music. And her backstory...Gosh! It made me cry a lot.

And I'm still feel ashamed of breaking the piano ;;-;;

Love the pace of how music goes with the fight and it feels even better when you get into actual rhythm. There were issues that gladly wore off thanks to practice and fighting this boss over and over.

Tho those slamming cords haunt me whenever I listen to the song off-battle-

Funny Useless Fact: I didn't like her Mother at first but when I read more about her and relationship with Yinu my opinion completely changed. And this is why I would nominate No Straight Roads for The Best Storytelling and Character Design.

4. EVE

Two-faced, tall woman.

Used to be one of my favorites but due to some circumstances I can't look at her the same way I used to but I still adore her as a boss!

I honestly love her style of the fight and music that changes depending on who you play.

Tho fighting her is literally like eating a lemon but eventually you kinda just accept your fate and roll with weird artistic antics happening around you.

And EVE herself as a character is so fascinating. Like this is the moment where I started to see that these aren't just bosses, they are actually characters that tie this little but complex story together bit by bit. And this is why I would nominate No Straight Roads for The Best Storytelling and Character Design AGAIN!

Funny Useless Fact: EVE was supposed to be a next character to have a complete and detailed art of but due to my forgetfulness, difficulties with her design (and many other things) - it was never finished but I hope to get that dusty sketch out of WIP folder someday.

5. Tatiana

The Bitch. The Boss.

I don't really like her music and rhythm but I can forgive that since it is kind of fitting for conflict between her and the BBJ.

She tries to hide her true image throughout the story and the fight but ultimately crumbles cause escaping from the past isn't the best option to improve.

I love her design and personality and I wish there were more villains like her. Strict, simple, stoic and yet well-written.

Funny Useless Fact: I've never drawn Tatiana until NSR announced their release on Steam with addition of Fanat Graffiti Contest that I certainly didn't want to miss out on. It was difficult but I did it and ngl, I am still proud of the results.

6. DJ Subatomic Supernova & 1010/Neon J

I can't really say anything much about both of them. Sorry, guys...

Their designs and personalities are fun and well-made but due to one of them being the first you fight as "tutorial" and the other appears only at the end of a fight. (1010 band doesn't count as an actual boss to me more like a part of it) They didn't struck me much as the others did...

I will say this thou: their backstories are interesting. One is an academy astrology teacher with a goal of achieving the stars and other is a war veteran who just wanted everyone to live in peace and he himself despite everything never stopped his passion for doll-making and making people happy.

Just simply, beautiful...

Cool Science Fact: Their VAs are GOLD!