#i just really wanted some ''j makes y sounds'' hours ig

[brutal-nemesis]

Castys-balism

People seemed to enjoy the Castys content the other day, so here’s some more! I got the idea for this piece a while back but people’s nice feedback the other day inspired me to actually finish it (❁´◡`❁)

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: Castys haha graphic cannibalism, mentions of suicide for convenience (immortal)

The food rations in the lifeboat had run out five days ago, and Castys could tell his crewmates were starting to get desperate. Luka was obsessively sharpening a spare piece of wood with his knife, hoping to use it to spear any fish that swam by. Vanja had started the involuntary voyage telling stories to keep everyone’s spirits up, but now she was silent. Rjukan was attempting to sleep more and more, trying to escape the gnawing pain in his stomach. Castys’s spirits weren’t quite quite as low since he wasn’t currently battling starvation, but this still wasn’t his ideal situation. But he’d been trying to think positive. Partially so he didn’t spiral into horrible despair or whatever, and partially so his crewmates would go insane a little more slowly.

“I’m sure we’ll get found eventually. Probably. We just gotta keep the hope and stuff. And we still have some water left and two flares! So, uh...don’t, um, be sad yet. Yeah.” Boy, he was terrible at this.

“Easy for you to say, immortal. You don’t have to starve like the rest of us,” Luka huffed.

“I mean yeah that’s fair. But like, you guys at least have an escape if we never get found. The only way I’m getting out of this is if I get found. Which could be in like 10 years. So there’s spooky in this for me too.” 

“You’ll get back to your life eventually. We might not,” Rjukan said quietly. 

“Yeah..yeah, that’s...uh, how ‘bout this? I’ll, uh, I’ll starve with you guys. It’s probably been kinda unfair watching yourselves waste away while I’m, uh,” Castys looked down at himself, still perfectly healthy even after being stranded for weeks. He’d been using his rock to kill himself every time his hunger became too painful, figuring there was no reason for him to suffer, too. Once again, he had failed to consider the Feelings of the Mortals. He really needed to work on that. 

“There’s no need for that, Castys,” Vanja said, putting an arm around his shoulder. “We need one of us to keep up their strength. Especially since…” she trailed off, squinting at something on the horizon. “What’s that?” Castys turned to look in the direction she was pointing.

“Where-” Something hit Castys in the back of the head, and the world went dark.

Castys woke up with a headache, again. Being stranded was just the best, huh? He tried to reach up to rub his throbbing head, but the tragically familiar feeling of rope trapping his wrists behind his back stopped him.

“Guys. Is there, ah, any particular reason why I’m tied up?” Castys sat up and immediately decided that he did not like the way his crewmates were looking at him.

“Why,” Luka said, tilting Castys’s chin up with his knife, “it’s so none of us have to starve.” 

“Huh?” Castys still didn’t quite get it, but once Luka placed the knife right below Castys’s kneecap and began to slice, he understood their depraved intentions perfectly. “O-oh my god. That’s-ah-come on Luka you’re-you’re better than this, aren’t you?” Luka paid his pleas no heed, continuing to saw the knife through Castys’s leg. He tried to squirm away, but the other pirates grabbed him, holding him down. “Guys, guys come on. You’re not really gonna do this. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“Oh, but this is what friends are for, Castys.” Vanja said, eyes wide. “Friends save each other’s lives. Friends help each other out. Friends share their food.”

“Yeah but I’m not like my own food you know? I-I mean I want you guys to survive and all but this...feels wrong. I mean-AAAAHHH!” Castys’s screams overtook his protests as Luka began slicing downward, shaving the flesh from his leg. Rjukan clamped a hand over his mouth, stifling his cries. There was pity in his eyes, but also hunger. Fucking hell, these people weren’t sane anymore. They were driven to do this by their hunger, they weren’t thinking clearly, and the fact that Castys was still a person, still their friend, wasn’t going to stop them. There wasn’t any hope in resisting. 

Castys wished he couldn’t feel the knife sawing off his flesh, the blade dull and nicked from all that time spent carving wood. He wished he couldn’t feel the hands on him, the rough rope around his wrists and ankles, reminding him that his crewmates didn’t care about whether he was okay with this or not. He wished he couldn’t feel the sting of the saltwater spray on what was left of his leg. But most of all, he really, really wished he couldn’t hear the sounds of biting, chewing, sucking, swallowing, that was his fucking leg they were eating what the hell it probably doesn’t even taste good guys please just stop I can’t take this this has to be some sort of horrible nightmare and yeah I’ve done some horrible things but I don’t deserve this right why the hell is this happening to me they’re eating me please please just stop haven’t you eaten enough yet you’ve cut down to the bone no don’t start on my other leg please-

He wasn’t sure how long it went on or how much of him was left when they finally finished their forbidden meat party. Yeah, he could have just, like, looked down to see the damage, but that sounded like a terrible idea. He’d rather let the butchered state of his legs be a mystery then throw up in his mouth, since Rjukan had swapped his hand out for a ball of cloth at some point. He even had the audacity to tie a different strip of fabric around it so Castys couldn’t even spit it out and sing badly at them now that they were asleep. How dare his screams of pain make them feel bad for having his legs for dinner? He understood that they weren’t really in their right minds but the whole thing was very morally...sus.

Would he have let them...do this if they had actually asked? They were going to die eventually, but it’s not like he wanted them to suffer and die sooner. But watching people eat something that was part of you was...well it sure was new. And not the fun shiny kind of new like when you found food you’d never had before and it was good, it was the horrifying kind of new like oh boy that’s a new kind of pain right there and I thought people couldn’t get any more messed up but apparently they can. But was that what a good person should do, let their friends eat them? Being a good person hurts. Castys wasn’t into it. Not at all. But he probably should be.

So he lay and looked at the stars and felt guilty for not wanting to let his crewmates eat him and wished they would at least kill him instead of leaving him to lie there with half the flesh on his legs stripped away. He really hoped they’d get rescued soon, more for his sake than theirs.

After all, they weren’t going to starve anytime soon.

Castys tag @ohmywhump and cannibalism tag @hearse-song (I’m just guessing you want that because Cannibalism? lmk if you don’t lol)

[beebbg]

hi hi hiii could you do a karube nsfw alphabet please? i don’t think i’ve ever seen one for him :( btw i really liked your chishiya & niragi headcanons!! i hope you write more for alice in borderland 😊😊

This mans is underrated istg, anyways, yeah. Thanks, Bub. I’ll make sure to write more.

Warning: Nsfw, cursing

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

For Karube he would do anything for his S/o. They need a bath? he’s scooping them up and bringing them to the bath tub. You hungry? He’ll bring some snacks you like.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him he likes his arms, they’re pretty strong I mean, have you seen this mans knock the boss out like it was night time-

I feel like he’s an ass man so yeah. He doesn’t care how big or small it is. He just likes to squish it and slap it like it’s smile. (I’m so fucking sorry)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Since he’s an ass man he likes to cum on your ass, not that much inside though

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time he met you he thought you were pretty hot, cue him getting hard. Once you left he went into the back and jacked off thinking about you. He hasn’t told you yet but maybe one day when he remembers.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He probably seen some porn and stuff but irl I don’t think he’s that experienced, maybe even be his first time with you idk

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Like I said ass man so he’ll probably like doggy style or reverse cowgirl

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not really goofy during the moment but he likes to crack a joke here and there just to lighten the moment yk

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he didn’t really shave until you two started dating, just in case the time would come

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He wants to be in the mood so yeah he can be pretty romantic ig

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Should I jack off Eh he doesn’t do it much but still if he needs to he’ll probably find a way to be alone (just ask Arisu for the idea). I feel like he once did it when you were sleeping too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t think he’ll have any so ig nothing

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Let’s say this mans survived and he’s at the beach, he would most likely do it with you in the rooms, he’ll just pull you away and take you to a room

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

At the beach you have to wear bathing suits, well that’s the thing, seeing you in a bathing suit would click him on in an instant. Don’t catch him staring at your ass though-

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never hurt you so anything that has to do with pain on his S/o is a big no for him. Also body fluids big no for him too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes receiving. Your mouth can work wonders on his dick and he loves it, when it comes to you he doesn’t know what to do most of the time but he’s pretty good. Just let him know that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off slow and ends fast, he gets sloppy once he’s close too.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t do it often but y’all need to he’s down for it. He likes taking his time with you though so that’s why it doesn’t really happen much, just pray he doesn’t get hard in a game.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah, it isn’t worth it. It’s embarrassing just thinking about getting caught fucking somewhere, that’s why he likes to be alone.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1 or 2 rounds, he lasts for about 30 minutes to an hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think he’ll use toys, but if you want to then he’ll give it a try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really tease unless he’s in the mood to, he thinks you little whines for him are cute.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he isn't very loud maybe some small grunt here or there. Once he gets close he lets out a few curses and may get louder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

randomly he'll just slap your ass.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Karube is pretty average not too thick but not too skinny, and a little curved.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not that high, he isn't like other people Niragi and he's pretty tamed, but when it happens it mostly happens at the wrong times (games)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he doesn't get tired that fast so he does stuff for his S/o until he gets tired. If you're like me and you're tired all the time he'll lay with you till you fall a sleep.

R.I.P to my mans Karube

[kikyan]

You’re my favorite Human (Yandere Izaya x F! Reader x Yandere Shizuo)

Before ANY of yall say anything, I wrote this as a birthday special to an online friend I once had. If Izaya and literally anybody else sounds OOC, it’s because this was written back in 2018/2019 after I watched Durarara!! For a bit of background info, I first watched Durarara!! back in middle school when a friend admitted to liking the anime and well I decided to watch too. This show was too complex for my small ass mind so I dropped it. Then I met my online friend (we are no longer friends) who would always comment on Quotev where I was most active at the time. Well, I literally only picked up this anime again for said friend and the birthday request. I wrote this immediately right after the show so if it sucks ass, there is a reason for it. Anyway’s I promise to give them justice if I manage to write my spooky Slasher AU’s for them. Also if you somehow end up managing which ‘slasher’ Shizuo and Izaya fit I’ll write you a special one-shot within my guidelines for your birthday/Christmas depending on the time constraint. Here you go, for the curious peeps!  This story branches off to two endings, Izaya ending w/ Smut and a Shizuo ending because I became a hardcore simp over that man and will literally do anything he tells me to. Regardless, I will edit the links and such for their appropriate endings! This story is also unedited so. . .have fun IG 

ALSO THE READER IS A FEMALE BECAUSE THIS WAS A BIRTHDAY REQUEST THAT A CERTAIN SOMEONE DIDN’T LIKE SO YEAH FUCK THEM, BUT THEY WERE FEMALE AND WANTED THAT SO JUST REPLACE SHE/HER WITH THE PRONOUNS YOU FEEL MOST COMFORABLE WITH!!!!! I ALSO DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE BACK THEN SO YOU’RE A GENERIC MC WITH A STUTTER PROBABLY 

God I sucked at writing fics so much back then. . .

"IZAYA!!" 

The blonde man proceeded to pick up the red vending machine stationed outside a random building, preparing to lance it at the black-haired male he called Izaya. 

"S-Shizuo!! It's not worth it!! Calm down!! Um- I know! I'll make some tea for you to calm down just please drop the vending machine!!"

"NO, I CAN'T! AFTER SEEING THIS PIECE OF SHIT I'M ALREADY FUMING WITH RAGE!" 

"Shizuo!! Please!! Milk! Yep, milk will surely calm you down just please Shizuo!! You're attracting too much attention and you don't like violence right!!" 

“Throw it Shizu-Chan. Or are you too weak to hold it anymore.”

"IZAYA!!!" 

Shizuo turned away from the (h/c) individual as he began to grip a stop sign before removing it from the ground and began to run towards Izaya. 

" Shizuo stop!! Geez, Izaya please refrain from edging him on! Shizuo don't give in! You're better, in fact, you want to be better!! You want to be stronger to have more control right!! Well. . . Don't give in!!" 

At the sound of this Shizuo stopped before tossing the stop sign to the side and grabbing the (h/c) haired individual and dragging you off with him. 

Looking back, the person Shizuo was dragging turned around to look back at Izaya before stopping in their tracks and bowing apologetically. 

" I'm sorry Izaya for the commotion we caused, but I hope you understand that Shizuo is a bit difficult but I'm sure he can change! You too izaya, you seem to try to edge him on and that reflects poorly on you! So please Izaya, I hope you understand too!" 

" Oi (Y/N), what are you apologizing for?" 

Smiling softly at Izaya and giving him a shy wave (Y/N) turned to face Shizuo and continued to answer his question.

"Well, I mean I didn't stop him from edging you on!" 

" I swear you really are the most optimistic, apologetic, and kindest person on this planet. You are one of a kind." 

Laughing softly (Y/N)  turned to Shizuo as they began to reply, " Thank you! It means a lot to me Shizuo!" 

Walking alongside Shizuo, (Y/N) proceeded to make small talk unaware of the lingering dark eyes upon her figure.

~~ 

"(Y/N), I swear I can't figure you out. No matter what you do or what happens you always apologize to everyone. Even that damn Izaya!" 

"Well, Shizuo I like to be positive!! Besides, I'm sure second chances must be given!!" 

" Hmph. Even those who commit the worst of crimes?" 

"Well, I'm not the one entitled to forgive them for crimes committed against another, but I believe if someone truly wanted to, someone could change." 

"Oh?" 

" For example, you! I mean you've gotten several chances, haven't you? You have a stable job, although you can get quite violent, you have friends, and you are trying your hardest to change! So, I feel like anyone could change!!" 

"Hmph. You forgot something. . ." 

" I did?" 

" Yeah, I also have the best person next to my side, you, (Y/N) (L/N)." 

" I-I-I-I u-um S-sh!?" 

" Heh, you get flustered all of a sudden and it suits your personality. I wonder how I got stuck with someone like you (Y/N). . ."

~~

Bodies were lying around Shizuo in the school field as he huffed in rage and looked to the side to see a (h/c) haired female with (e/c) eyes looking wide at the scene that laid before them. 

" Hmph, what are you scared?" 

Shizuo asked as he looked at the female before looking a bit confused as he noticed the expression on the girl changed. She was smiling and shook her head before answering his question. 

" Nope! I mean what you did isn't good but I'm sure you have a reason! Besides, I feel like deep down you regret it. I mean, although you are pretty violent, you probably don't want to be right?" 

"I... .hmph. Stop being odd and spouting nonsense." 

As the female turned to the bodies she bowed apologetically and began to speak. 

"I'm sorry! I apologize for his behavior! He doesn't mean it! He regrets it! Besides, you guys should know that violence isn't acceptable so please apologize for your actions as well! Fighting isn't acceptable!!" 

"HUH? WHAT THE HELL? WHO THE HELL YOU APOLOGIZING TO?" 

" W-w-well I am apologizing to them and you!! I mean you didn't mean too!! Besides, fighting is wrong! Both parties were at fault so I must apologize for it!" 

" WHY THE HELL DO YOU WANT TO APOLOGIZE? YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"W-w-well!! They are knocked out and can't speak, plus you won't apologize, you want to but you can't bring yourself to!!"

" OKAY BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" 

"I-I’M SORRY!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO BOTHER YOU BUT I THOUGHT THAT WELL I-?!" 

"NOW WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING?!" 

 "I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO-!?"

"STOP APOLOGIZING!" 

"I'M SORRY! AHHH I KEEP DOING IT!" 

"YEAH. NOW STOP!" 

"I'M SORRY I'LL TRY! WAIT-" 

"OH JUST SHUT UP!" 

"I'M SOR-!?" 

"STOP APOLOGIZING! GOD DAMN IT!" 

"I CAN'T IT'S A HABIT!" 

"Geez, troublesome woman." 

" Ahhh!! What time is it?!" 

"Why the hell are you asking me?" 

"Crap I think I missed my train! Now I have to walk home! Wait, that's fine! I missed gym class to help the teachers so this will count for my exercise! Of course, I shouldn't feel down!" 

" You're unusually optimistic. I'd be pissed as all hell if that happened." 

"Well I think everything happens for a reason and besides, you need to see the bright side of everything! Anyway, I need to go! I have to walk for about maybe 2 hours till I arrive home and I do have homework to complete! I'm sorry for being a bother but I hope to see you tomorrow at school!" 

"Wait." 

 "Yeah?" 

"Let me, let me walk you home alright." 

"B-b-but!?" 

"LISTEN IT'S MY FAULT YOU MISSED THE TRAIN SO LET ME WALK YOU HOME DAMN IT!" 

"Ahh okay okay! I'm sorry for bothering you but thank you!!" 

"Yeah, yeah just stop apologizing and don't start again." 

"Alright! By the way, what's your name?"

" Shizuo Heiwajima. Yours?" 

" (Y/N) (L/N)!" 

As they began to walk side by side (Y/N) began to laugh as she asked Shizuo questions upon question leading to Shizuo answering them and laughing as he realized, maybe having someone not fear him, was a good feeling. 

"Hey, Shizuo?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

" Wanna go for Russian sushi?" 

Looking down at the girl Shizuo gave his usual smirk before responding happily. 

" Sure, why not?" 

~~

"Hey, Shizuo?" 

" Yeah?" 

Turning around he met with the female who became his best friend and possibly his crush. Smiling softly he turned to give her all of his attention despite the number of bodies surrounding him in the field of his high school. 

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to um, well. . ." 

"SHIZUO! I have someone I would like to introduce you too!~" 

" Huh?" 

Shizuo replied in his usual tone as to be turned to meet the faces of the young boy with glasses, brown hair and grey eyes whom he quickly recognized as his friend Shinra Kishitani but the other boy, had dark hair and matching eyes he did not. 

"What do you want Shinra?" 

"Oh? Am I interrupting you and your girlfriend~" 

"Girlfriend?! I-I-I’m j-just a friend!?" 

Shizuo looked to the side but quickly locked eyes with the boy. Shinra looking at Shizuo quickly turned to introduce the other boy. 

"His name is Izaya Orihara! He is in the same year and class as us!" 

Upon looking at Izaya, Shizuo quickly launched an attack towards him before Izaya leaped out and grabbed his knife before slicing Shizuo across the abdomen. Shizuo looked down noticing the wound before looking back at Izaya. 

"S-s-shizuo?! Are you okay? Oh, I'm so sorry this happened!!" 

"(Y/N) it's fine and stop apologizing! You didn't do anything wrong! Besides, it was him, Izaya. . ." 

"Oh? Come on Shizu-chan I haven't even done anything. . ." 

"I'm sorry!! I apologize that Shizuo charged at you and hurt you! He tends to do that a lot, but I apologize on your behalf! Shizuo, I apologize that Izaya cut you! I'm sorry I couldn't stop him from cutting you and possibly distracted you. So please, violence is not the answer! Izaya and Shizuo I apologize and I hope you may make up and be best friends!!" 

"Eh?" 

"(Y/N) YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! STOP APOLOGIZING FOR OUR MISTAKES!" 

"I'm sorry! Ah, wait u-u-um well I know you both didn't mean it!!" 

"Here we go again. . . (Y/N) STOP APOLOGIZING, ON TOP OF THAT TO THAT GUY!" 

Shizuo was pointing at Izaya with a hint of disgust written across his face as Izaya looked dumbfounded for a split moment before asking, "Wait? You serious?" 

"Huh?" 

"Did you just apologize for something you didn't do?" 

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bother you!" 

"I-, well it seems this took an interesting turn of events. Well, goodbye Shizu-chan, (Y/N) right?" 

"Y-yeah. . ." 

Shizuo stood in front holding his arm protectively (Y/N)  as Izaya twirled the pocket knife in his arms in a strange direction before smiling and whispering a small, “Interesting. . .” 

As Izaya turned to leave, Shizuo muttered a small “ That bastard makes me so damn mad” before turning to (Y/N) realizing she had something to say before you were both rudely interrupted by Shinra. 

“ Hey (Y/N) what did you want? You had something to say before that damn bastard arrived.” 

“ O-Oh I-I did. . . um, Shizuo I wanted to ask if you wanted to miss the last train again and... .walk me home, and get Russian sushi with me. . .” 

“ Is that your way of asking me out on a date?” 

Teasing (Y/N) slightly she turned red upon hearing that before nodding her head softly. With a sigh, Shizuo smiled and dragged the smaller female by her arm before muttering a “ finally you asked” causing the female to turn even redder at the comment. (Y/N) ran a little ahead and turned back to smile at Shizuo before whispering “ I love you Shizuo. . .” 

~~ 

Walking to the shared home that Shizuo and (Y/N) have, (Y/N) grabbed a small jug of milk before handing it to Shizuo scolding him for getting violent, but congratulating him on holding back and not letting Izaya get to him. 

“ I don’t know what I would do without you (Y/N), I mean it . . .” 

“ I’m just lucky this happened when we were walking together and not when you were working. Izaya can be a bit extreme but I’m sure he means well!!” 

“Heh, you always look on the bright side, don’t you?” 

“ Exactly!! Looking on the bright side is exactly what brought us together!! I mean after you dropped me off at my house we got to be great friends, that's also when you confided in me your secrets and feelings. Then you began to realize that I didn’t fear you and truly cared for you. Then we went on a date, and became a couple! Dating for a good 5, 6 years?” 

“ Yep, luckily we still love each other.” 

“ I won’t ever stop loving you Shizuo, because you accepted me for who I am. Now it’s time to let me accept you for who you are. . . I mean I already did but you can’t get it through that thick skull of yours can you?” 

“ What do you mean, I understand.” 

“ Yet, every time you encounter Izaya and I’m not around you come home quite sad and always ask me if I would ever leave you. Shizuo, I would never leave you.” 

“ Well yeah but. . .”

“ But?” 

“ You’re right. I should head to work. See you later (Y/N). Take care and don’t do anything strange.” 

“ I wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t do.” 

“ That worries me.” 

“ I’m just going to talk to Celty or just hang around the park! See you later Shizuo!” 

“ Hmph. Later and don’t forget that I love you.” 

“ I should be saying that but of course! Love you too and later!” 

Shizuo smiled at the girl before heading off to visit Tom his friend and employer. They had another client that refused to pay up and Shizuo was going to “pay” him a visit to ensure he did. (Y/N) locked the door before going on her phone and texting Celty. 

‘ You busy Cel?’ 

‘ No, not really. Why do you ask?’ 

`` I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out and chat.’ 

‘ Sure. I’ll pick you up and we can head off to the park. That fine?’ 

``you read my mind Cel. Alright, I’ll get ready.’  

(Y/N) changed into a new set of clothing before waiting on the couch for Celty to pick her up and head to the park. Celty and (Y/N) got along well as well, (Y/N) always saw the bright side. When she and celty were close enough, originally being introduced by Shinra, Celty confided in her about not having a head and (Y/N) offered some light on the subject. 

“ Well, head or no head  I think you’re perfect just the way you are. For example, you can still do pretty much everything right? Aside from taste but still Celty! I think that is what makes you unique I mean, if you think about it, only those people who truly love and care for you will accept you no matter what. Take a look at Shizuo, he believed everyone feared him, but I didn’t. I love him! Just like I love you Celty! I accept you for who you are and you will always be celty with or without your head! So cheer up, I don’t like seeing my friends sad!” 

With that, a new friendship was born leading (Y/N) to be best friends with the fearsome headless rider. 

< - - - - - - - - - - - - > 

KANRA HAS JOINED THE CHAT

Kanra: Hey guys! I have a question about a specific person. 

Setton: A person? Who? 

TarouTanaka: Agreed. It’s quite rare to see you not having information on anyone. 

Kanra: Precisely, which is why I must know. Do any of you know a (Y/N) (l/n)? 

Setton: (Y/N)? Not personally but I’ve heard rumors. . . 

Setton: There’s not much I know about her, but I’ve heard rumors of her being in the Dollars.

Setton: Besides that, I’ve also heard she’s Shizuo Heiwajima’s girlfriend and possibly future wife.

TarouTanaka: Shizuo Heiwajima? As in THE Shizuo Heiwajima? Do you know the violent one? 

Kanra: That’s so scary!! Who would put up with him? 

Kanra: *Gasps* you don’t think. . .

TarouTanaka: Think what? 

Kanra: You don’t think she’s using him do you? I mean, having a strong boyfriend has its perks right? 

Setton: She’s not that type of person.

Setton: From what I’ve heard, at least.

Kanra: Oh? You seem to get a bit defensive. Are you sure you don’t know her? 

Kanra: I mean, think about it. What is so special about Shizuo that would lead someone like her to love him? 

Kanra: Honestly, I think she could be using him after all I’m sure there are more people that someone like her could pick from. 

Setton: Well everything is just based on rumors, but I doubt she’s a bad type of person.

Setton: Love has always been a confusing matter. All that matters is that they like each other for who they are.

Setton: It’s not our place to make assumptions.

Kanra: Love is indeed confusing. 

TarouTanaka: I agree with Setton, I am sure they love each other for who they are. Is everything alright Kanra? 

Kanra: Yes, but it still stumps me on how little information we have of his girlfriend. Not only that but we have little information on the relationship as well. Has anyone seen her? Know what she looks like? 

Setton: I’ve only heard a vague description of her: (e/c) and (h/c). I could pass her on the street and not even know.

Setton: But I’m sure she’s just a private person. We should respect that and try not to dig into her life.

Kanra: Oh fair maiden will I ever see you?

TarouTanaka: You sure you aren’t trying to steal his girlfriend? 

Kanra: ^ 0 ^ Never! 

Setton: This has been an interesting discussion and all, but I’m needed elsewhere.

Setton: Later.

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SETTON HAS LEFT THE CHAT

Kanra: Well I better head out too, later Tarou! 

TarouTanaka: Later! 

< - - - - - - - - - - - - - >

KANRA HAS LEFT THE CHAT.

TAROUTANAKA HAS LEFT THE CHAT. 

THERE IS NO ONE IN THE CHAT. 

A figure began to ponder and look outside with a pair of binoculars as a female with (e/c) and (h/c) walked by. 

‘ Oh? I think I should properly introduce myself to the fair maiden’ 

~~ 

The young girl walked out of her house ready to speak with the dullahan. Upon seeing the headless rider the young girl waved her hand signaling the rider. 

“ Celty! Over here!” 

The rider began to make its way to the female before hugging and typing away on its phone. 

“Oh good, I was worried I arrived too early.”

“ Nah! Even if you did, you would have more time to look around and notice life at it’s finest!” 

“Oh Y/N, still as cheerful as ever, huh?”

“ Oh, you know it! Now let's head to the park! I want to see Ikebukuro at its prime time at night!” 

“Of course, but as we’re walking let me ask: How’s it going between you and Shizuo?”

“ Well. . . I-I-I I think it’s going great! He isn’t getting as rowdy and violent so I think he is changing a little bit! He ended getting me a gift, a necklace to be exact for our 5th anniversary! It says his name! He also has one, one with my name!”  

“I’m glad to hear you guys are going great. I’m sure that nothing could ever break your relationship, right?” 

“ Exactly! He and I have never had a serious argument! Maybe a little scolding but it’s fine like this! I always end up congratulating him in the end! He is the sweetest! Every time he comes home he asks me if I love him which makes me sad because I hope he knows I do! However. . . he always ends up spoiling me in love! The real question. . . is how is it with Shinra?” 

“Oh. . . Well, you know how he is. We’re as close as we can ever be, especially now that I’m more accustomed to the whole headless thing. That doesn’t mean I’m not looking, though.”

“ You will find it Celty! I know for a fact you will find it! I’ll help you when I have time! Hey look it’s the park let’s find a bench!” 

[park bench scene]

“You know, Y/N, I heard that you and Shizuo were considering getting married. Is it true?”

“ Well, I-!?” 

“ Well, Celty! I didn’t know you were here? (Y/N) too! What a surprise too! Do you mind if I sit with you guys?” 

“ Well, not really! Feel free to sit Izaya!” 

“ Interesting, now continue what were we talking about?” 

“ Well, Celty asked about my marriage to Shizuo!” 

“ So it’s true. . .” 

“ Yeah! Celty we are! Sometime next week we were going to look for dresses!” 

“That’s wonderful Y/N! If you need anything, I’m always available to help.”

“ Of course!” 

“ Same here.  . . a wedding between Shizu-chan and (Y/N) seems interesting. . .” 

“ So (Y/N), why are you with Shizu-chan? What’s the catch?” 

“ Pardon Izaya?” 

“ I mean, why would someone like YOU be with someone like HIM? What are the perks of having Shizu-chan as your boyfriend?” 

“ Perks?!” 

“I know that you and Shizuo have an on-going rivalry, but should you be asking Y/N questions like that?” 

“ I was just curious Celty! Besides, do you have the answer?” 

“ Well, there are no perks.” 

“ Huh?” 

“ I love Shizuo, not for his strength or perks. I love him because he was kind to me. He accepts my optimistic side, even though it can be quite annoying and I accept his violent tendencies! He is doing so much to change and I will support him from now on! When we met, he kinda beat the entire team on the field and I apologized for the both of him! He got confused and I apologized for my behavior and we kinda got into a mini battle of him asking me to stop apologizing and well my apologizing even more! Nonetheless, I missed the train, but it gave me a chance to talk to him and as you can tell he walked me home! Since then, a steady relationship! So it’s not about the benefits, it’s what we feel for each other that motivates us!” 

“ Interesting. . . “  

“ I agree Y/N, it’s about love, not benefits. Might want to save a speech that profounds for your wedding though.

“ You’re right! Oh, I’m sorry Izaya for ruining the surprise!” 

‘ Interesting. . . she isn’t like every other human, she doesn’t seem to lie, hide things, and seems to be honest. She seems to be optimistic. Hmph, interesting that she isn’t like all the other humans I love, she’s different and I can’t wait to see her face, her entire being change as I pull the strings from behind! (Y/N), you are quite interesting, you are like my special, no my favorite human and I need to see your reactions to everything... .’ 

“ (Y/N)?” 

“ Ah, Shizuo! O-over here!” 

“ Celty’s here too and-?!” 

Shizuo stared at the black-haired male with such anger raging within them as he let out a growl before examining the area. 

“ IZAYA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” 

“ It’s a park? Am I not allowed to visit one?” 

“ IT’S WHO YOU’RE WITH THAT MATTERS! (Y/N) DID HE TOUCH YOU OR HURT YOU IN ANY WAY?” 

“ N-no! Shizuo we were only just talking! Besides, Celty was here with us! It was all friendly talk!” 

“ Celty, take (Y/N) and go to Shinra’s place. I’ll meet you there once I finish killing this bastard!” 

Typing away Celty nodded showing her phone with the message being, ‘Of course. Be careful before doing anything crazy, but please hear Y/N out first. Learn a bit about the situation before jumping into anything dangerous.”

“ Oh my Shizu-chan!~ So you are dating her. Isn’t that interesting. . . I say though it’s shocking, to say the least, that someone like (Y/N) would fall in love with you. Someone as fragile, beautiful, delicate, and forgiving like (Y/N) with a violent man as yourself, well I’d be damned!” 

“ I’m sorry! Izaya, I apologize for Shizuo’s behavior as he ended up attacking you without hearing my part, which I still have yet to say! However, I apologize on your part as well Izaya as you didn’t mean anything by chatting with us, but you asked some not so nice things. On the bright side, you know the truth and know that Shizuo isn’t a bad person!” 

“ (Y/N) . . .?” 

“ Shizuo! Celty and I were chatting when Izaya approached us, we were just talking! He didn’t hurt me, besides Celty would have put him in his place before I would have! Please believe me, Celty tell him the truth as well!” 

“Of course, there was nothing suspicious going on. Just a regular conversation full of small talk. Nothing shady or malicious between us and Izaya.”

“ Tch. Fine, but still take her to Shinra. I don’t want this bastard to find out where we live. I still want to kill him. . .” 

“ S-Shizuo! It’s fine, we don’t need to go see Shinra!” 

“ Aww, Shizu-chan you’re scaring her!~ Besides, what if (Y/N) doesn’t want to leave? You’re her boyfriend but you aren’t her owner. Besides, why do you get to keep her all to yourself, as you know I love humans, I can’t get enough of them! But she, she is quite interesting, as all humans I love her as well but aren’t you pushing it Shizuo chan?” 

“ Keep that damn mouth of yours shut!” 

“ I wonder, how long will it take you to screw up your relationship with her like you always do. Have you even proposed to her yet? Being the violent person you are you probably used someone's body as a foot stand before asking her to be your wife!” 

“ NO! That’s wrong! He proposed at Russia Sushi! We went out to eat as it was also our first date! See, even Simon took the picture and hung it in the dining area! You can see Shizuo’s fist but that was because he was embarrassed Simon took a picture and well he snapped, see how red he is? I’m the one crying in the background while holding the ring! It’s even my lock and home screen!” 

“ YOU DON’T NEED TO GO THAT FAR! WAIT-HE HAS IT HANGED? I NEED TO KILL THIS MAN FIRST THAN YOU DAMN IZAYA!” 

“ NO NOT SIMON! WAIT SHIZUO!” 

Running after Shizuo, (Y/N)  turned around one last time before bowing apologetically and smiling at Izaya before running after her fiance. Celty typing away on her phone showing it to Izaya. 

“Be careful about what you say around Y/N. I know what you’re trying to do and I advise you against it. It won’t end well for either of you.”

“ Whatever do you mean Celty?” 

“I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N; the way you observe her with that calculated glee in your eye. Even if you do separate her from Shizuo, she wouldn’t be happy with someone considered a homewrecker. She’s too optimistic for her good, she’ll easily forgive you, but she would never be able to forgive herself for hurting Shizuo. If you truly value her like you say you do, don’t try to meddle in her personal affairs.” 

“ I want to see every possible reaction from her, so this is quite tempting. Besides, Celty why do you care much about her? I love humans and I’m not willing to share, (Y/N) is no exception.” 

“Y/N is the best person I know. She’s kind no matter what and brings hope and joy to all of those that she comes across. She deserves to live the best life she can, one filled with no despair or tragedy. You need to learn to respect that and move on.”

Celty, displaying her anger towards Izaya, revved her motorcycle upwards causing several people to look in worry and walk away to avoid getting hit. Izaya stood unamused with his smug grin as he watched Celty chase after the couple to take them to Shinra. 

“ Celty, it’s a shame. All humans will experience despair no matter what, even our darling (Y/N). It’s just how long will it take for her to fall into despair that’s the real game and who the one pulling the strings will be.” 

Izaya began to walk away only to stop at Russia sushi and was quite intrigued by the photo that was taken. As he began to examine the image he saw (Y/N) smiling with tears rolling down her eyes as she turned to the camera holding the ring Shizuo had given her. On top of that, he saw Shizuo, quite red ready to punch Simon for taking the picture. 

“ Well well, seems she was telling the truth. I guess he didn’t screw it up.” 

“ Izaya, I heard about what happened.” 

As Izaya turned he was met with Simon the dark-skinned Russian who began to speak in his native tongue signaling that this was a private conversation. 

“ Simon, how’s it been?” 

“ Don’t ruin it.” 

“ Ruin what Simon?” 

“ Shizuo and (Y/N) found happiness here so don’t ruin it.” 

“ Oh? What makes you say that?” 

“ (Y/N) is special, the unpredictable happens around her but that doesn’t mean you should ruin what they have for the sake of your entertainment.” 

“ Special huh?” 

“ You like her don’t you? Leave her with Shizuo, she is not meant for you.” 

“ You see Simon, you’re right she is special but she isn’t Shizuo’s. I believe her to be one of the few people who aren’t on this playing field. She, like all humans, belongs to me. I won’t let Shizu-chan, Celty, or even that damn Saika blade have her.” 

“ Izaya, I know you don’t like losing to Shizuo but that does not mean you have to ruin this relationship. For once, let it go.” 

“ It’s Shizuo who needs to let her go.” 

With that Izaya left the place before walking away thinking about the girl. Since he met her years ago he realized how forgiving and optimistic she truly was. It shocked him, every human he met would be the same and oh so predictable. Shizu-chan and Simon would be the unpredictable ones spicing up his entertainment but (Y/N)? She was the most unpredictable one of them all. She took both sides of an argument and attempted to find a solution and she would keep Shizuo in check something that no one could do. On top of that, (Y/N) forgave anyone and you could never guess what she would say next, but her actions were always surprising. As he entered his workplace he was met with Namie Yagiri who looked at him in disbelief. 

“ It’s late where have you been?” 

“ Ah, Namie I was out with Celty and (Y/N) (L/N).” 

“ (Y/N) (L/N)?” 

“ Shizuo Heiwajima’s girlfriend, well fiance but not for long.” 

“ What do you mean, not for long?” 

“ Well you see, I intend to steal her away.” 

“ You never seem to bother with people’s love lives anyways. Why now?” 

“ (Y/N) (L/N) is a fascinating human! Here on this board, Shizu-Chan is the king and (Y/N (L/N) would be his queen, but the queen is one of the few people with free-range movement, in other words, the most powerful piece, nonetheless all are useful but the queen is the one who defends her king. If the queen is removed you’re pretty much set to fail and the king is left weak and ready to be dethroned. So, Shizu-chan is only strong with his queen, but this fascinating human being should be next to me, her God!” 

“ So you want to use her-!?” 

“ No! You’re not getting the picture! I am going to take the queen and leave her next to her god’s side! ME! With Shizu-chan weak I’ll simply kill him and fully take (Y/N) (L/N) as mine!” 

“ I thought Shizuo provided you with the most entertainment. . .” 

“ (Y/N) makes up for both of them, I don’t need Shizuo when I have his queen. . .” 

~~ 

“ Shizuo! Wait!” 

Shizuo was walking faster while dragging (Y/N) behind him as they proceeded to go to their house after staying at Shinra’s. 

“ What for?” 

“ I’m sorry for embarrassing you in front of Izaya. . .” 

“ I’m fine, as long as it was you I didn’t mind.” 

“ You sure?” 

“ Of course, now let’s go home. I’m tired.” 

‘“O-Okay!” 

As they entered the home in which they both own Shizuo immediately grabbed (Y/N) as he held her close before asking her yet again, “ Do you love me?” 

“ Of course silly! I wouldn’t marry someone I don’t love! I love you to the moon and back Shizuo and I wouldn’t change that for the world! No one and nothing would ever split us apart Shizuo! You accepted me for who I am, now it’s time you realize that I accept you for you!” 

Cuddling closer with the (h/c) hair colored female he blurted out something that made her turn red upon hearing it. 

“ I want a baby.” 

“ A WHAT?!” 

“ A baby. I hope to be able to be a father once we wed.” 

“ W-w-w-w-what g-g-g-gave you that idea?!” 

“ We are both at a young age, once we marry I feel like we should have a child. I won’t rush or force you but I think we would be great parents.” 

“I...OKAY! Of course! After we marry, we can have as many children as we can!” 

“ W-Wait you serious?!” 

“ Of course Shizuo, because I love you to bits! Just like I will love this child, I'll make sure you both know how special you are to me!” 

“ I do wonder how I found someone like you (Y/N). . . I love you!” 

“ I love you too Shizuo!” 

As they both fell asleep in a lovers embrace Shizuo was reminded of how much (Y/N) loves him and was also reminded that she will never leave him. Izaya was wrong, (Y/N) loves him for himself and as Shizuo sighed in relief as he cuddled closer to the female, not being feared, but being loved was a great feeling, the best in the world. 

~~ 

“ Now. . . what should I make for dinner? I should make Shizuo’s favorite meal, but that means that I need to go shopping. Oh well.” 

(Y/N) pulled out her phone before sending Shizuo a quick text saying how she would be stepping out and would be home soon. After getting an, ‘alright. Be safe.’ text she immediately set out to the store. As (Y/N) was searching through the ingredients she came across a hand reaching for the same one, the last one. 

“ Oh, I’m sorry! You can take it!” 

“ No, no that fine! By all means, take it.” 

“ Izaya... .?’ 

“ Ah! (Y/N)! Isn’t that wonderful? I wanted to speak to you!” 

“ Same! Just let me finish shopping and I’ll go with you!” 

“ Here! I’ll help, by the way! Feel free to take it, I don’t need that ingredient as much as you do.” 

“ Thanks! Are you sure you don’t want it though, I’m making a meal for Shizuo but I can always go to other stores! If you want it you should take it! On the bright side, I can get my daily walk in by going to other stores and I might be able to browse through other items I may need!” 

“ Oh? A meal for Shizu-chan? Then, by all means, take it. I wouldn’t want to make him upset.” 

“ Thank you Izaya! You really care for him!” 

“ Well, I wouldn’t say that. .  . “

“ Well, we should get going! I think I got everything I needed!” 

Walking to the park in silence was a little awkward until (Y/N) lit up at the sight of ice cream. 

“ Hey Izaya, look it’s an ice cream truck! Do you want some? My treat!” 

“ Actually, it will be mine! Which one do you want (Y/N)?” 

“ (F/F) please!” 

“ Of course!” 

Upon getting the ice cream ( Y/N) desired and Izaya getting one for himself they decided to sit on a bench and she continued speaking with Izaya. 

“ Izaya, I have a question.” 

“What is it (Y/N)?” 

“ Well, why do you like edging Shizuo on? You know he is trying his hardest to change, wait, is it to push him? To see how much he needs to improve left?” 

“ You really are optimistic aren’t you? Not exactly, you see Shizuo tends to act differently from the rest. . . he truly is unpredictable so I just want to see every possible reaction from him. Just like you?” 

“ Me? I hardly think I'm unpredictable, I feel like you could read me easily.” 

“ You can’t and that’s the best part. I truly love all humans (Y/N), they are just so interesting! In the end, they all act the same yet it’s so exciting!” 

“ Interesting. You like the unpredictable more though right! I do too! It’s like a book, if you can predict the way it ends then it isn’t all the fun. However, if the book ends with a plot twist and catches you by surprise then it is fun! Every new day, every new day is something different for me! I feel like, when you look at a new angle you end up seeing things you’ve never seen. This could easily impact what you think or what you do! That’s what I try to do to make my day more interesting!” 

Izaya looking at her with insanity swirling his eyes grabbed her hands causing her ice cream to fall before laughing. 

“ You understand me! You see what I see! You truly do deserve to be next to your god's side! Tell me (Y/N), you’re very forgiving, aren’t you! Every god needs to judge and punish the sinners, BUT THEY ALSO NEED TO FORGIVE! THAT MY GODDESS IS WHERE YOU COME IN! WITH YOU BY MY SIDE, WE COULD TRULY RULE OVER THESE HUMANS! JUST AS I LOVE HUMANS, THEY SHOULD LOVE ME TOO! THAT INCLUDES YOU (Y/N), DO YOU LOVE ME?” 

“ I-?!” 

“ That’s enough!” 

Turning to Celty who began to write furiously fast on her phone shoved it in front of Izaya as he skimmed the words that were written. 

‘Shizuo is on his way, leave if you don’t want your ass kicked. I told you to leave (Y/N) alone! For once, listen to me!’ 

Celty grabbed (Y/N) and led her to the motorcycle before writing on it explaining that Shizuo was around the area and was planning on picking (Y/N) up from the store. Celty mentioned that she too was around the area and that she was asked by Shizuo to help him look for her as well. Nodding, (Y/N) turned around to meet Izaya smirking, despite all she smiled at him and bowed before apologizing. 

“ I’m sorry Izaya! I hope to talk to you soon and I apologize our time was cut short. I’m happy that you told me a little about yourself Izaya as I told you I like to see both perspectives before saying or doing anything. On the bright side, although our time was cut short I realized that you trust me a little and bothered to open up a bit! So I'm glad!” 

Indeed Izaya found his Goddess, she forgave all and will forgive all. Smiling a bit he turned and wished her good-bye before plotting a plan to take her from Shizuo forever and make sure his goddess was with him all the time. Besides, even if he committed a crime, his goddess, (Y/N) (L/N) would forgive him. 

(Y/N) was riding with Celty until they found Shizuo in which he expressed his concern for the female. He examined the ingredients and smiled realizing what she was planning on doing before ruffling her hair. 

 “ I still have a little bit of work left but I'll make it home in time for dinner.” 

“ Of course! I’ll get started on dinner right away!” 

“ Alright. See you then, oh (Y/N).” 

“ Yeah?” 

“ I love you.” 

“ I love you too!” 

~~ 

Getting out of the shower, (Y/N) proceeded to dry her hair with a small towel wearing (F/C) shorts and an extremely overgrown shirt, more importantly, it was Shizuo’s bartender shirt that he allowed her to wear. It fit more like a dress but no one was complaining. 

“ I better get started on dinner, Shizuo is going to arrive any minute!” 

Proceeding to get the ingredients (Y/N) was washing the vegetables when she heard a click signaling the door was open. 

“ Shizuo I’m not done with the meal-... Shizuo... .?” 

Examining the living room she noticed that the door was opened but no one was in the room with her, that was until she heard a familiar voice from her right ear. 

“ Good evening, My goddess. . .” 

“Iza-!?” 

With that Izaya knocked out (Y/N) cradling her in his arms before making his way to him home with the young girl, his Goddess.  

~ 

“ Wake up sleeping beauty~” 

Izaya was poking her cheek repeatedly hoping for the young girl to awaken sometime soon and luckily she did. 

“ Izaya, w-where a-am I?” 

“ Why you’re in our home my goddess~” 

“O-our? Goddess? Izaya what’s going on?” 

“ You will be living with me from now on~ You see I explained it to you, I love humans my dear (Y/N), you are no exception. However, unlike all the other humans you have an interesting personality and you are quite unpredictable making each new day exciting and something to look forward to! Someone like you should be by my side ruling alongside next to me! Just as I adore humans, they should adore us, as they should!” 

“ I-Izaya I’m sorry but it’s late and I need to get to Shizuo before it gets too late-!?” 

“ You aren’t getting it! You aren’t going back to Shizuo! You belong to me! Besides, Shizuo is weak right now! I could easily get rid of him!” 

“ He isn’t! Shizuo is quite strong! I know for a fact that he can overcome anything! Now, please let me go before I-!?” 

“ You aren’t seeing the big picture (Y/N) and it saddens me. You see the queen is the strongest piece in chess. Shizu-chan is the king and you by right, are his queen. If we take the queen away, the king is set up to fail. Haven’t you realized, everyday Shizu-chan asks you if you love him and to never leave him? Coincidence I know? I always make him doubt of this reality because without you Shizu-chan would be a violent monster! Think about it, you’re the only thing that can hold him back but you aren’t by his side! Shizu-chan does not want to be feared but he thinks it’s a fantasy, someone like you being in his life that he just needs to confirm if you love him too!” 

(Y/N) gasped when she came to notice her fiance's true feelings. Feeling down, (Y/N) looked to the side to examine the board Izaya kept close to see if she could find a pattern or attempt to figure Izaya out to create a plan.   

“ In fact! I think he is worried sick trying to find you, but he won’t! Even if he does, he doesn’t have the right to take my Goddess away!” 

In the meantime, Shizuo was frantically searching for where (Y/N) could be. When he arrived home he came to see the door open and no sign of (Y/N) causing his anxiety to spike up at the thought of losing you forever. Having enough he texted Celty and even the dollars home page alerting all members to keep an eye out on a female with (H/C) and (E/C) as she could be in danger. 

“ Celty! Have you found her yet?” 

“ No.... but I think I know where she is. I hope she isn’t though. . . “ 

“ Spit it out! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!” 

Shizuo was running out of breath as he looked at Celty with desperation as he saw her type away with incredible speed, but the answer both shook him and angered him to the point of no return. 

“ I think she is with Izaya. If so, we must hurry!” 

“ Of course! Leave this to me. . . I think it’s time that bastard met with his fate.” 

Shizuo walked away with anger as he began to prepare his fist to execute the man who stole his fiance.

IZAYA ENDING w/SMUT

SHIZUO ENDING

[cherryobx]

Environmentalists//Kiara Carrera x reader

request:

summary: You are an environmentalist who moves to the Outer Banks. When Kiara hears about you, she knows she has to meet you.

warnings: language (1 word lol), fluff, kissing ig

WC: 1,7k

(not my gif, creds to the owner!!!)

You had been planning on moving for a while now. You wanted a quieter life away from big cities and cars honking every two seconds. You hated it. You absolutely hated it. You had known since you were a little girl that this wasn't the life for you.

You were luckily quite wealthy and you had enough money to start a new life somewhere else. When you talked to your parents about moving, they were very supportive of the idea. You told them about where you wanted to move and that you wanted to build your own house there. You had enough money so why not.

So, you quit your job in the city, packed most of your belongings with you and moved to the Outer Banks. Kildare to be specific. The decision to move there wasn’t hard. You had visited the place a few years back and you fell in love with it. It was the most beautiful place to you in the whole world.

When you first arrived there you checked out the property you had bought. The work there had already begun and the fundamentals of the house were already there. It was a good idea to start the process of building before you had even arrived. Your dad had helped you hire a group of people who knew what they were doing but you wanted to hire a few locals as well.

The one thing you decided on was that you wanted to stay on your property while it was being built. So, you rented yourself a caravan to live in.

When JJ and John B saw that there was a really good job opportunity, they decided to take it. The place they needed to work at wasn’t even far away from the chateau so it was the perfect job for them.

“Hey! You’re JJ and John B, right?” you asked the two boys who were walking up to you. They both gave you a confirming nod.

“Yay, I remembered your names,” you giggled. “So the guys are already working over there,” you pointed towards them, “so go over there and ask them what you have to do. And if you want to drink some water or eat some snacks, I set up a table for you all as well. If you have any questions I’ll be in that caravan.”

John B and JJ gave each other a look. It was their first day, they hadn’t even done anything yet, but you were being so unbelievably nice to them. It was something new for them since their other bosses in the past had treated them like shit.

A few months passed and the house was coming together. You had some finishing touches you still needed though. Like solar panels.

You were an environmentalist and doing everything in your power to change the world for the better. But it was hard because humanity had already done so much damage that it was really hard to make anything happen. However, you really tried. Change happens with one person at a time - a sentence you liked to live by.

“Yes, just put them over there for now. We’ll deal with them on Monday. It’s too late anyways. Go home, get some sleep.��� You stood by and gave orders as the builders carried the panels one by one. Once they were finished, everyone went home.

“How does she have that much money though? That’s my question,” JJ said, opening the fridge and taking out two bottles of beer, offering one to his friend.

“Her parents are probably rich.” John B shrugged as he took the beer from JJ and popped the cap off.

“Yeah, but like solar panels?”

“What solar panels?” Kie asked as she walked into the kitchen. It was Friday night. That’s when they got together with the pogues to just drink and hang out. Pope was on his way as well.

She hopped onto one of the counters, very interested in the answer that was about to come. “You know that girl who moved here a few months back, our boss?”

“You mean the one who’s building her own house?”

“Yeah, her. She bought solar panels and they arrived today. We’re setting them up on Monday.” Suddenly Kie became very fascinated by her friends’ boss.

“What is she like?” she asked.

“Really nice. The best boss ever, for sure,” JJ said, taking a swig from his bottle.

John B continued. “Umm she’s a few years older than us. Sometimes she sits close where we are, watches us work and just talks to us. She’s an environmentalist, so the house we’re building is really energy efficient. And yes, she’s the best boss. She pays us generously and we get the right amount of breaks. She even gets us snacks and water. I don’t really know, that’s about it.”

“She sounds really cool. Can I come with you on Monday?” Kie asked, a hopeful look on her face. As soon as John B said that you were an environmentalist she knew she had to meet you. There weren’t many girls like you on the island. Plus, you seemed to be super awesome. She could use someone like you in her life.

“Uhh I don’t know.” John B looked at JJ and he looked back at him smirking. “Kie, you haven’t even met her and you’re already crushing on her.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “Ugh, shut up. Can I come or not?”

They agreed, so on Monday Kiara walked to work with them. She was nervous to say the least. JJ had been right. She hadn’t even seen or met you but she was already hooked. She had fixed her hair at least 10 times before getting there.

“Calm down, Kie,” JJ chuckled, patting Kie on the back.

Then she saw you and she swore her heart stopped beating for a second. You were nothing like she had imagined. You were even more beautiful. She loved the way your hair was moving in the light morning breeze or how you smiled and gestured with your hands as you were talking to your employees. It was like your smile was brighter than the sun. She was so invested in watching you, she almost tripped.

To her luck, JJ caught her just in time. “Relax, Romeo.”

As they walked closer, you finally noticed them coming towards you. You were a bit confused, seeing a girl with them. You smiled and waved at them. They waved back.

“Good morning, John B and JJ!”

“Good morning!” The boys said in unison, making you laugh.

“And who are you?” you turned to Kiara with a warm simile. “I’m Kiara,” she introduced herself, offering you a hand to shake which you did.

“I’m Y/N.” Kiara smiled as she repeated your name under her breath.

“Well, we better go...you know...do some work and stuff.” JJ and John B ran off as you and Kiara stayed back.

“So, what brings you here today?” you asked.

“Umm, I’m friends with John B and JJ and they told me a little about you. They told me that you are an environmentalist?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Me too! When they told me about you I knew I had to meet you. There aren’t many activists around here so…”

“They told you about me?”

“Yeah. I heard them talking about some solar panels and then it led to the conversation about you. They told me great things about you.”

You and Kiara talked for almost an hour before she asked if you’d been to her parents' restaurant. You told her that you hadn’t.

“Well, I can take you there if you’d like to.” She was really hoping that you want to.

“Sure, I haven’t had breakfast yet anyway.”

You grabbed your bike and told Kie to sit on the rack of your bicycle. You didn’t have a car and the reason was simple. You didn’t need one. Why buy a car and waste money on gas (which is harmful to the environment) when you could just use your bicycle to get around. The island wasn’t that huge.

Kie was hesitant at first but you told her that you’d get there quicker. Then she finally agreed to get on the bike. “Wrap your arms around me.” Kie’s heart started beating faster as she did so. You were so close to each other now.

You two rode to the Wreck in about 20 minutes. The silence was comfortable around you two. It was like you’d known each other for years. In reality, it’d been an hour. Well, that’s probably what it was like to meet someone you’re so similar to, someone you connect with.

After eating, Kie took you to her favourite places on the island. You two spent the entire day together. You really liked her. She had this specific energy that matched yours. You felt like you had found the one.

The day ended with you two sitting on the edge of a dock, watching the sunset. You leaned closer to Kie and rested your head on her shoulder. It was a beautiful moment. A one you were sure you’d cherish forever.

Kie smiled. She was happy. Like really happy. She hadn’t felt like this in a while. She liked you as well and really hoped that the feelings were mutual. It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing to find a person you liked like this. She had known you for only a day but she could imagine a future with you.

So when you rose your head to look at Kie, she shot her shot.

She pressed her lips against yours and gave you a short and sweet kiss that left her wanting more now once she’d tasted your lips.

When she pulled away, you had a shocked expression on your face. You weren’t expecting that. But you liked the butterflies it gave you.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry. I thought-”

You shut her up by kissing her again, but this time deeper. The butterflies in your belly flew at a rapid speed as your lips moved against each other. She placed her hand on your cheek to pull you in even closer.

The kiss ended when you ran out of air and needed a breath. Your foreheads rested against each other as you were catching your breath.

This felt right. All of it. You couldn’t wait for what destiny had planned for you two.

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Saving You III JJ Maybank

Part Two: Toeing the Line

Author: @anonymous0writer

Summary: You and JJ had been best friends for as long as you lived. But the feelings that would change your status haven’t been said. Will the words ever be said?

Warnings: Parental abuse/abuse, (more in detail..) swearing.. Going into detail about emotions? I don’t know...

A/N: This one is really long bc I went back to edit and added a shit tom of detail and angst ig. Also, I tried to edit it the best I could.. Anyway, I really like this series, and I’m gonna be so sad when its done even though I’m on the second part, lol.

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There was something in the air. Maybe it was the tang of rain just before it hit. Or maybe it was the way the clouds looked a little darker than the hour before. Whatever it was, it was there. Twisting and churning feeling that sat in his gut, making his face twist in sickness. It was like stepping off a plane, the indescribable feeling of you not begin right. Like you were meant to be in the air, pressure against your ears and flying in the sky, not dropped to the ground, heavy and lost. But no matter it was, the foreboding was there. Settled into his stomach like a lithe creature, ready to strike when the moment came.

He didn’t know what it was, but it was like the calm before the storm. The crispness of the air, the sharp tang of rain about to fall, and then it hits. The consuming, hoard of dark clouds, rolling over the sky in a furious march. Clouds that left the bone quivering, earth shaking booms of thunder and the wicked crack of lightening that light up the world for a second, before plummeting it into darkness.

The storm that brought destruction and havoc and sorrow. But so elegant in the way it destroyed you didn’t even think about it until you were left with the pieces of its aftermath. 

It was like a hurricane. Blowing and whipping furiously, making it way to you, eating up the miles in its path, determined to destroy everything. It was hurtling toward you, and you were powerless to stop it, only able to hunker down and let it happen. 

Whatever it was it was going to bad, and it made him sick. It was a knot in his stomach that tightened and made him sicker. He leaned forward, eyebrows pressed together in worry. What the hell was going to happen today?

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Y/N batted her friends grabby hands away, laughing at the same time. JJ smirked, able to get a loose fry with his agile fingers. Y/N squawked, her lips tugging into a frown as she watched the boy munch on the food happily. 

“JJ!” She called, her agitation masking the way she melted and loved that he felt so comfortable to do the simple act of stealing a fry. 

The boy smirked. “I’ll let you beat me to a wave today,” The boy winked, trying to make it up to her. 

Y/N hide her smile as she moved her head so her long hair slid off her shoulder, dropping in front of her face. However JJ feared that he had actually made the girl mad at him, and leaned forward, fingers subconsciously brushing her hair back, tucking the loose stands back in place.

“Are you mad at me?” 

Y/N gasped softly at the feeling of the edges of JJ’s fingertips ghosting her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear. Her throat bobbed, and her eyes flickered to meet JJ’s. But Y/N was good at recovering fast, and she giggled, pushing the boy away again, 

“JJ, stop!” Her lips split, revealing a full smile that lit up her face and made the edges of her eyes wrinkle. JJ loved that smile with everything he got, and always hated the way it disappeared. So, trying to get the smile back, his fingers reached out to attack her sides in tickles.

Soon enough, Y/N was laughing madly, head thrown back and hair in her face, as she tried to take a much needed breath, her hands pushing away the relentless ones of her best friend. JJ grinned, blue eyes shining as he continued his playful assault, coaxing gasps and squeals from his best friend. 

“Alright, alright! J!” Y/N gasped, and the blonde let up, allowing her to catch a breath. 

Across from the best friends sat the rest of their group. Pope was staring with eyebrows raised, and John B. was smirking at the pair, while Kie was cleaning up their mess so her father wouldn’t get mad.

“You two are on crack, I swear.” John B. muttered, popping a fry in his mouth as he leaned back in his chair, tipping it slightly. 

“Shut up, John B!” Y/N yelled, a mischievous smirk plastered on her sunlit face. She reached into her basket of quickly diminishing fries and hurtled one at the tall boy across from her. 

A thud sounded as John B.’s chair dropped and he retaliated with a fry in Y/N’s face. The revenge blew into a full on fry fight, and the friends were laughing and ducking from the onslaught of fries headed their way.

As JJ chucked a ketchup soaked fry toward Pope, he felt so happy. His eyes wandered to see Kie and Y/N huddled together, battling away the fries raining down on them with loud rounds of laughter. He took a split second break to admire his best friend since he was eight. She was beautiful, with her laugh that made everyone join in, with her kind words and big heart and her smile that had every person that met her falling in love. 

But the fun was ended by Mr. Carrera and his sharp yell through the empty restaurant. 

“Hey, knock it off.” He frowned, eyes landing on his daughter. “I thought I told you not to waste my food.” He grumbled, soon focusing on cleaning a spot on the counter. 

“Sorry dad.” Kie winced, and smacked Pope’s hand with a glare as he tried to pick up a fry. “It’s getting late,” She comments, looking out the window of the Wreck, watching the sun sink lower into the horizon. “If we want to catch some waves,”

“We gotta go now.” Y/N finishes for her, hands scrambling to clean up the table now littered with grease soaked fries and splotches of ketchup and mustard. “John B, come on!” She chided as the boy waited a second too long to join in the collective work to clean up. 

He jumped in, but JJ held back, struck frozen by the sinking feeling in his gut. His stomach knotted, giving him the feeling he woke up with this morning. 

The calm before the storm.

“JJ?” Y/N prodded, eyes finding his as her eyebrows pushed together. She stood, brushing off her cutoffs with harsh wipes of her hands. Her eyes fixated on her friend, confusing pulling her eyebrows together.  “Hey, J?” Her voice cooed, calling out to the blonde.

“Shit,” The surfer muttered, taking his hat off to run a hand through his messy hair. His blue eye seemed distant, but they were wide, like a child who forgot to do a chore and their parent was soon to catch them. “Fuck, you guys I gotta dip.”

“What? Where are you-” Kie started, but the boy was already off, spiriting through the Wreck’s door. His figure jumped on his bike, and soon he sped away, gravel spewing and the blue shirt he wore fading into a small speck until it was gone from sight.

Kie sputtered, eyebrows pulling down as her lips curved into a soft frown. “What the hell was that?”

Y/N takes a second before pulling her eyes away from where JJ ran off. Worry churned in her gut, as she finally lets her eyes tear away from the scene.

“I don’t know.” She breaths, trying to quell the bad feeling. 

But she knows it hopeless. She’s always had a sixth sense when JJ was in trouble. Yet this time, that horrid feeling is coupled with another. It feels like her fear of something bad happening, but you have no control of it. 

To Y/N, it felt exactly like the calm before a storm.

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“You worthless piece of shit!” The screams curl into JJ’s face, stale beer and bad breath hitting him in a wave. The boy presses himself back farther, the untamed wood digging into his back. His face scrunches up, and he tries desperately to block out the words.

The words crest and break in the blonde’s ear, settling deep into his brain, and joining the other nasty words thrown at him by his father. The words shook him to the core, bone quaking, eyes swimming and blood sizzling. His anger built higher and higher, growing rapidly, morphing into a beast. Anger at his father, for the shitty life handed to him and the only thing in the refrigerator was a week old beer his father downed every day. Anger at the world, for turning its back on him, shutting him out and letting him suffer. Suffer at the hands of his father. Who couldn’t stay sober for his life. And couldn’t ease the anger towards his son either. It all came to a 360, didn’t it?

But another feeling roared in him, unable to be put out like a simple fire. This feeling was almost as powerful at his anger, close, but not quite. This feeling wasn’t powerful in the ascend. Only in the descend. The emotion, the feeling that ran through his veins, running with the anger and doubling its strength was helpless pain. It was like being too close to the edge, where you looked down, breath catching, eyes watering at the wind, heart speeding. Where even though you tried to calm yourself with ragged breaths, your heart sped up into a gallop, beating wildly in your chest cavity, palms slick with sweat and ragged breaths pulling your chest in and out. It was when your hands shook, and your eyes burned and you were so angry that it took over every sense. When the anger was the only thing. Anger at nothing and everything. Anger burning in your chest as your hands lost control, and your mind reeled. Anger that clouded your brain like a disease, so fast and quick you didn’t even realize. The feeling that brought you to your knees when it rose to its height. Where your thoughts streamed so fast you could process everything and nothing. Where your bones stopped, and you sagged, the fight escaping you like a soul to a body. The fight, the survival instinct, the anger, it all faded, leaving you to break down, mind still reeling, hands still shaking, breaths still ragged. It was that feeling. The feeling of everything in you giving up to a break down. Where your thoughts broke on you, turning against you and watching you fall apart.

“Shut up!” JJ screams back, face contorting as he tries to handle the emotions raging in his chest. They were too much. He didn’t handle emotions well, not when they were like this. Not when they exploded and raged and screamed like this. He couldn’t handle the wailing symphony of his fathers words and the feelings of pain and anger rose to a crescendo in his ears. “Just shut up!”

He was yelling. Trying to block out the orchestra in his ears. To stop the emotions beating in his chest like they were alive. To stop his fathers lying, withering words from taking root in his mind and growing like a weed. He was trying to shut everything out. Because he couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle the way his fathers hands never failed to hurt, and his father words never failed to sting, and the way eyes never failed to pity as they landed on the bruises that seemed like permanent markings on his skin.

Luke’s fist slams into his son’s cheek, filed by rage and the abundance of alcohol. The hit sent JJ sideways, knees slamming into the floor with a hard thud as pain split across his face like a rapid spiderweb. It worked it’s way into every fiber of his face, searing and never ending. His jaw clenches, sending another wave of pain through his body, making his brain go fuzzy as his vision danced. His mind was slipping, trying to process the amount of pain, but failing to do so.

But magically, it cleared. The fog dispersed and gave way to sharp images, sending the boy back into reality, where his fathers fists were too real and the pain was too clear. But the haze only cleared to let another emotion peek through as he heard it. Heard the sound of gravel crunching under tires and brakes squeaking as the engine rumbled, dying. Pain slithered away into the corners of his brain to give way to a more powerful emotion. Fear. Fear because he knew exactly whose there’s that care belonged to. Knew exactly the way the gravel surrendered under the weight of a certain tire. Of a certain car. The car belonged to her. Y/N.

She was here, knowing something was terribly wrong the second the boy stopped reveling in the childish food fight. Because she always did. Her gut always twisted a certain way, giving her a bad feeling that never faded until she investigated. She always seemed to know when he was in trouble and came running, eager to ease the feeling and help. She’d gotten that sense the moment the boys eyes landed on her all those years back. It was a gift. A gift, a connection between two people who’s love ran deeper than blood and deeper than words itself. But in most cases, the gift was a curse. Because every time her gut twisted that way, or she’d frown because she felt undeniably wrong, JJ was hurt, beaten bloody by his own father. Most of the time she showed up when Luke was passed out drunk on the couch, chest rising in falling in a drunken slumber, JJ visiting a world of pain on the floor or gripping his head like it was going to burst as he sat, door locked in his bedroom. But now she’d shown up when Luke was towering over the blonde, words bellowing out of his heaving chest. 

“No,” JJ whispers, fear spiking in his chest, hitting a certain place in his heart. Everything- the anger, the helplessness, the crescendo of wails and words screamed by his father- died. Faded into the background to bow to the new comer. Fear. Not fear of his father. Not fear that his father would go too far and actually kill him. Not it wasn’t fear for him. This fear was for his best friend. His bright eyed, smiling friend who he’d fallen in love with,

His fear was for Y/N. Fear that she’d get hurt. And if she got hurt- JJ wouldn’t even allow the thought to fully develop or form into a real sentence. He couldn’t- wouldn’t go there. The thought brought too many already present emotions and more to the front.

As the surfer tried to scramble away, the pads of his fingers digging into the fought grain of the wooden floor, he was grabbed. Luke flipped JJ over, hands rough, and words hitting JJ’s ear, making the boy flinch. Fists started raining down on his face, head smashed into the worn floorboards of the house. The blondes eyes fluttered shut, his brain threatening to stop. JJ was in too much pain, his mind clouded and vision swimming to hear the porch door and the main door smack open. It was too late. Too late to get up, shove his dad off and beg Y/N to leave, let his father run his course. But pain was a powerful thing, leaving JJ prone on the floor as the door to the house of pain opened to reveal Y/N.

“Stop!” Her screams ran through the air, snapping her best friend out of his haze of misery. “What are you doing?” Her voice wavered, breaking as it gave away to fear and distress. Worry seeped into the words, making her cries desperate.

The boy on the floor groans, heat splitting in pain as he moves, picking himself up. He stumbles, knees threatening to give way, and face bruised and bloody. His lips are cracked and parted, blood leaking from an open wound, thick and dark. His cheek is swollen, red and puffy with purple blooming across it like a wildfire. It was like the purple of the fading sunset, elegant and soft for such an alarming, pain filled color. A cut mars his right eyebrow, breaking up the symmetry of his abuse. His eyes are sad, the azure color dulled and faded, weak without the light of his usual smile or carefree laugh. His lips don’t tug into a flirty smirk, but frown in a soft, giving up manner.

When he opens his mouth, he finds his might too dry and throat too clogged to speak. So he tried again, voice hoarse and broken. “Get out of here!” He begs, fear and desperation thick in his rough voice. His pleas reach his friend, sounding harsher than he intended. Subconsciously, the JJ places himself in front of Y/N and his seething father. His hands are still shaking, weak and bruised as he holds them up, trying to keep his fathers hands of misery away from the perfect light of his best friend.

“What is she doing her?” Luke barks, his voice rapsy with the gruffness of a man with only anger and cheap alcohol in his blood can obtain.

“I’m gonna get her out dad. Alright? We’re gonna leave.” JJ’s hands shake more as he plays mediator, eyes beseeching his unforgiving father. He swallows the lump in his throat, trying to quell the soreness. He’s begging. Begging with his father to let them go- or at least Y/N. And begging with his best friend to leave, leave so his father can keep his reign of terror focused on the blonde and not her.

“You’re not leaving!” Luke thundered, brows glaring down as he surveyed the two kids. His stained tank top lifted at uneven intervals as his chest heaved, ragged breaths pulling in and out of his frowning mouth. His lips were screwed into a disgust filled sneer.

But Y/N wasn’t having it. JJ’s cerulean eyes flickered to meet hers, seeing them spark with fire and sadness. A combination her best friend knew too well. So, with a rare surge of bravery, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins at the best of her thundering heart, she stepped forward. Her feet groaned against the wood as she went forward, short, quiet gasps falling from her dry lips. She was now exposed to Luke’s fury. JJ was no longer in front of her, protecting her. And it was her own doing.

“Stop it! He doesn’t deserve it.” Y/N’s voice was ragged, seeping with desperation as she begged with the inconsolable man in front of her.

JJ’s heart twisted at the words, squeezing painfully as it hammered against his bruised ribs. Breath caught, he stopped, but he was too late. He wasn’t in front of her in time, wasn’t meditating like he was begging for life. He was too late. Luke’s hand was already flying, and the loud sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. The sound was enough to make JJ flinch, a smack and cry sounding. The cry ripping from a familiar throat, provoked by the shock and pain. Y/N fell, the power of the slap sending her to her knees. She hit the floor, ground thundering as her hands flew to her cheek. Her fingers were gentle, exploring the source of pain now stinging across her face.

JJ was positive that he could hear his heart crack. Positive that the sound of it was breaking wasn’t only in his ears, adding to the decrescendo of wails and words in his ears. The boy was sure, if you looked hard enough, you could see the soft, yet strong webbing of his heart break and fall into tiny, sharp pieces, lost in his rib cage.

“Dad!” He screamed, shock forcing the words from his constricted throat. His ocean eyes brimming with tears and clouding his vision as he watched you gasp, red blooming fast on your cheek from where his father hit you. His father. Leaving his own abuse mark. On you. On the one person JJ cared about more than himself. On the one person he wouldn’t think twice about giving his life for. On the one person he promised nothing would happen to. On the one person he loved with every bit of his fucked up self.

He broke his gaze on your to look at his father. Despite his mind still trying to process everything- everything from the downhill spiral of his roaring emotions and the increased climb of his pain- he thought fast. Quicksilver. Turning to his father, he put his hands- now less shaky- up in surrender. His cerulean eyes were back to begging. “Alright.. We’re leaving. I’m getting her out of here, alright?” 

Luke’s lips curled into a sneer, and he spit on the floor, eyes hard and filled with disgust and to JJ’s relief, disinterest. His father turned away, searching for a beer like a lost man at sea for land. Once he was sure, his fathers mind was only on the cheap alcohol littering the house, JJ spun, eyes zoning in on his best friend. His blue eyes locked on your figure.

Breathing her name in a ragged whisper, JJ dropped to his knees next to her, ignoring the pain exploding like rouge fireworks in every part of his body. The wince didn’t hide the pain, but the boy was used to hiding. He ignored his pain, lips pressed together in a thin, determined line. Because the bruised ribs and face that were throbbing and screaming were nothing compared to the way his heart broke and seized at seeing you fall victim to his fathers vicious hands. 

“Hey,” He whispered, voice barely audible as he called out to his friend. His fingers reached, touching the soft underside of her jaw as his hands cupped Y/N’s cheeks like they were glass. 

Y/N’s heart ached at the way JJ cupped her face. Like she was so fragile and could break with the slightest pressure. Like he didn’t want to hurt her, and only craved to protect her. Alike he was sorry, and he couldn’t convey it in words, so he tried in touch. Like he was heartbroken over seeing her like this.

JJ’s eyes swam with unshed tears as they pooled. His attentive eyes saw the familiar welt form on your cheek bloom like a flower in spring. The welt was big and angry, making the boy clench his jaw tightly. His nostrils flared as his ears registered the gasp falling from your parted lips and the hurt look in your eyes. 

And he realized. The bad feeling this morning. The creature settling in his gut, waiting to strike. The feeling that reminded JJ of the times a hurricane would be broadcasted on the TV screen, the brightness of the pictures blaring and the detached voices of newscasters loud. This, this right here- his best friend sitting on the floor, bruising cheek cradled in his rough hands, both of them victims of his father- was the foreboding in his gut in the early morning. 

Before- that was the calm before the storm. 

And this- this was worse. This was the crashing of the waves after cresting to a scary height. This was the raging wind, coupled with the stabbing rain. This was the crescendo of the deafening music where you covered your ears with your hands, eyes squeezed shut. This was the sharp crack of lighting exploding across the night cry. This was the moment where all the fight left your body, leaving you empty and hollow, a husk of your emotions. This was the silent scream of mind tearing pain. This was the rising panic in your chest. This was the feeling of seeing Y/N and her abuse. This was the feeling of helplessness as you looked up, neck craning back as your eyes tracked the rising wave, fear heavy in your chest as your realized your fate and there was nothing you could do about it.

This was the storm.

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A/N: So I was watching Avengers Assemble last night, and wow this idea came to me. Also loosely based on Pints of Guinness Make You Strong by Against Me! :’-) I died writing this by the way. Don’t come for my neck, I haven’t written in 6 months. Enjoy.

 Song(s): Lullaby / Sia || Pints of Guinness Make You Strong / Against Me!

Warning(s): mentions of possible death, anxiety, mentions of PTSD, reader under severe emotional stress, sad tony, emotions emotions emotions, and TONY FLUFF near the end ig??

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You sat on the main deck of the helicarrier with Hill at your side. You bit your nails nervously, awaiting some form of assurance that your friends were alright. You’d been taken over by Loki just hours ago, and you were a little more than worse for wear. The team had begged you to stay back and of course, you didn’t want them to be worrying about you, so you did. Maria rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

               “They’re going to be alright, Y/N.,” she said although she didn’t sound too sure. Her voice was unsteady despite her stoic expression. You nodded, not even bothering to return the full eye contact. Your attention soon was drawn back to the floor, then your shoes. You worried for your new friends in a way you’d never felt before. You’d known Clint, Tony, and Natasha for years, but somehow you cared for the other Avengers just as much already. If something were to happen to Bruce, Thor, or Steve… You didn’t know what you’d do, especially knowing you’d chosen to sit on the sidelines. And that’s when Fury came stomping out onto the deck, mumbling something about some “stupid-ass decision” Council had elected to make. You’d heard him shout “nuclear strike on the island of Manhattan” and “thousands of people will die”, but that was about it and honestly you were too afraid to ask. Maria gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze before heading directly over to her superior. They talked in hushed voices, concerned looks curtaining both of their faces. Maria glanced back over at you but never returned to your side.

What followed was the most agonizing ten minutes of your life. Radio silence. Then, just as you began to feel hopeful there was no way this day could get any worse, Hill’s voice echoed through the room.

               “Sir, we have a bird in motion! Anyone on the deck, we have a rogue bird! Shut it down! Takeoff is not authorized!” You looked around, panicked, and saw Fury speed out of the room, guns-a-blazin’. You heard multiple loud explosions and gunshots but watched in horror as the jet sped through the clouds anyway.

               “No… No, no, no, no, no…” you exhaled loudly, panic taking over your body. Your heart rate was through the roof and no matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to slow it down. You felt as though the world was spinning around you. As Fury came back in the room, you heard him speaking to Tony.

               “Stark, can you hear me? You got a missile headed straight for the city--” A pause. “—Three minutes… max.” You tried to catch your breath, but you couldn’t help the guilt pulling at your gut.

               Why the hell am I not out there fighting with them? I should be… I shouldn’t be here. This is a coward’s way out. As the news blared on all the computers around you, you felt as if you were falling, falling, falling and you weren’t going to stop anytime soon.

“We have limited information on the team, but what we do know is that billionaire Tony Stark’s iron man……--”

You could feel the room shrinking around you, and if it weren’t for your phone suddenly buzzing in your back pocket, you were positive that you’d be crushed between the walls. You went to check your phone and the name that came up on the phone pulled tears from your eyes. You stood abruptly, answering the phone as fast as you could.

               “Tony… What the hell is going on?!” you shouted into the speaker.

               “I… I’ve got the missile… I’m going through the portal… Y/N… I’m… so sorry.” He said breathlessly, not wasting any time. You could hear the pain in his voice and it made your heart wrench.

               “Tony… Dear god, no. I should’ve never let you talk me into staying. I could’ve been there. You asshole, why’d you talk me out of it!?”

               “Jarvis reminded me that I should probably give you a call. I gotta say, it’s really… really nice to hear your voice right now…” Tony sighed weakly. You could hear the smile in his voice. “J is telling me my power’s getting real low.” The reception cut out a little bit near the end, and you felt like you were being crushed by the weight of every single word Tony said. Maria watched you curiously, worriedly, and Fury headed over to one of the monitors. He looked as though he wanted to give you space.

               “I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come back.” You said softly. You heard the breath hitch in his throat.

               “I love you, Y/N. So much. If I don’t come back, I need you to know that, okay? I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone, and I mean anyone, as much as I do you. And I swear to God, I’ll love you forever.”

               “You really are a dick.”

Tony’s broken-up laugh sent you into a mess of tears. You sniffled slightly.

               “Don’t cry, angel.”

               “I’m gonna punch you in the stomach for telling me at a moment like this.”

               “What better moment to tell the girl I’ve loved for years?” Tony asked, almost nonchalantly. You couldn’t help but crack a smile. You laughed a little, tears streaming down your cheeks. You breathed a little, the static sound becoming louder. You could hear what you guessed was the strange ear-ringing sounds of the portal get louder and louder. Tony grunted in what you knew was excruciating pain.

               “I think it’s time to go…” he said, and you could tell he was panicking, more so than you.

               “Make me proud.” You said. “I’ll love you forever.”

               “I always try. I’ll see you soon, I-- promi—"

And the call dropped. Either the suit had run out of power or Tony had made it through the portal, where cell towers obviously couldn’t reach. Everyone around you cheered; he’d made it through the portal with the missile. But you were thinking of the next few moments… The fall would kill him. Or the portal could close. You dropped your phone, reality suddenly hitting you like a sack of bricks. There was a large chance you’d never see him again. You sat back down, unable to stand any longer. Maria came to your side, almost immediately, and put her arms around your shoulders. You put your head in your hands, waiting until you weren’t crying anymore to wipe your eyes and show your face again. You put on a brave face, turned to Maria, and said, “I have to head to Manhattan. Whether it’s street cleanup, talking to officials, or clearing the Avengers’ names. I have to go.” She nodded, understandingly.

 Weeks Later

               “The Avengers Initiative is a collection of the ablest individuals to defend our planet Earth from imminent global threats. These individuals have come together as a functioning response team to said threats which are too great for humankind to handle. But enough of that, you all look just about ready to fall asleep hearing me explain what you already know. Now, most of you are probably wondering what I’m doing up here, representing the Avengers Initiative. The reason that I’m up here is that I’m fully human. No special suit, no trust fund” –this earned laughter from the crowd—“no shield, special training, or bow and arrow… and certainly no green skin. I went to your average public high school in Queens. I lived there my whole life. I grew up with my mom, my dad, my little brother, and a dog.

“My life was like yours. I hold that chapter of my life near and dear. It’s in my heart and always will be. And although my life has changed drastically since then, I am always looking out for people like me, people like my mother, my father, and my brother. People who aren’t superhuman, specially trained, or billionaires. I believe that with the Avengers on our side, defending our lives, we have no reason to worry. Our lives are in good hands with these people. They love our Earth, they love the streets we walk on just as much as we do… and ultimately, we all have the same goal: global protection. Now that we are all fully aware of extraterrestrial beings, that’s something we need now more than ever. Protection. For our families. For our mothers, fathers, siblings, children, and, yes, our dogs too. It’ll take time, it’ll take getting used to. The truth is, I don’t need each and every one of you to take what I’m saying and accept it, to trust it. It’d be the smart thing to not quite trust us yet… Give us a chance to show you why you can. But these past few weeks, these past events in this city marked the end of an era… and with the end of one era comes the beginning of another. Welcome to the future... A world protected!” You called, raising your hands up. The crowd cheered loudly, excitedly. You’d done your job: clearing the Avengers’ names in the people’s eyes. As you stepped offstage, Happy pushed you in the direction of the BMW awaiting you. You waved at the crowd, smiling, and blowing kisses as you climbed into the backseat of the vehicle. To your total surprise, Tony sat there in the backseat, waiting for you.

“Hey there,” he smiled. You felt your heart skip a beat. You didn’t say a word, just pulled him into a tight hug. You hadn’t seen him since you flew out to Manhattan and discovered that Tony was still alive; Bruce had saved his life. You had a lot of cleanups to do outside of Stark Tower, and Tony had decided to completely remodel, as well as begin working on rebuilding the city. He chuckled softly, returning the hug. “Missed you too, angel. I saw the entire speech. You did amazing… Stellar.”

“I think I might just be spending too much time around you, Mr. Stark.”

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing, Y/L/N.,” he said smiling like an idiot.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get your quip out, Tony grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you softly but passionately.

               “I’ve seriously missed you so, so much.” He said more seriously this time. You knew your cheeks were bright red by how warm your face felt.

               “I missed you too, Tony. But… probably not as much as you seem to have missed me.” You teased, and he feigned offense. He leaned back, hand on his chest, and gasped audibly.

               “And to think, I came all this way for you to just reject me!”

               “You literally had Happy drive you here.”

               “Not my fault you decided to hold your speech in the rubble and ruins of a building we blew up…” Tony said cockily.

               “I wish you were up there with me.” You said. Tony took your hand and squeezed it.

               “I can’t face a crowd of people and talk about how… how that made me feel.” He said, and you could tell he was trying his best to keep his voice steady. You placed your other hand over his and leaned your head on his shoulder.

               “It’s going to be alright, Tony. I promise. That’s never going to happen to you again. And if it does, if everything around you falls apart, I’ll still be here. And if you need proof of that, just look at the past three years. I’ve been here.” You promised. You held up your right pinky in front of the two of you. He locked his left with yours.

               “If you’re wrong, you owe me $10,000. For emotional trauma.” He said, then let your hand go. You smirked.

               “If I’m wrong, I can write you an IOU and a 10-page apology.”

               “Deal.” Tony agreed, then sighed. “Do you swear you’re here to stay? You’re not going to go away?”

               “We did just pinky swear, didn’t we?” you asked. Tony smiled, laying his head on top of yours.

               “I love you forever, Y/N.”

               “I love you too, Tony.”

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tagged by @ikyh and @younghyuuns ill be doing both sets !! :D thank you both for tagging me!! this got long so yall dont hav 2 read <3

ru?? rushee’s set!! me: wow ru does not sound like rushee at all ? djsjdhhjd im dumb but i realize now

i. do u believe in astrology? whats ur sign and do u line up with the features usually attributed to it?

fucc... i guess i do ;-0...... and yeah i think?????? like they say capricorns are cold bitches and funny nd im like ya thats me... but they also say we’re hard workers and im like uh.. dont know abt that karen !

ii. what’s ur favorite pair of socks?

bbbbbbb..... socks huh...... i guess my ankle ones? there are also socks that have actual designs on them and those r usually thicker.. keep my feets safe! most of them have pkmn designs bc.. yeah... love the poke mans

iii. what’s a food that reminds you of a specific moment/memory?

i could think of anythiing and get reminded of one situation if that makes sense.. but i thought of pineapple..pizza... anyway the memory isnt anythngn special its just me staring at my delicious hawaiian pizza..... at my favourite pizza place.... love that shit

iv. what’s the longest you’ve gone without sleeping?

i dont have the actual hours but the latest ive stayed up.. like willingly would be until 2am

v. how has ur taste in music changed throughout ur life?

went from 1d to 5so/s + other bands to utaite.... they cover vocaloid songs ig i never kno how2 explain what utaites r then 2 kpop.. but i still listen 2 bands + kpop and utaites.... so nothing much has changed ive just gone broader.. wider... expanded my tastes... 

vi. who’s ur fashion icon?

oh definitely kim wonpil

vii. what’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done without realizing?

i breathe dumbass particles.. i cant think of one bc my brain probably blocked off all access to my horrifying past but ive been thinking abt how i used 2 send the boy i used 2 like 1d songs....................... 12 y/o old me rly thought. he’d listen.... 12 y/o me thought spamming him was a good idea glad ive learnt from that! 

viii. what’s something you want to brag about?

my grades but it didnt get me into psychology so nvm ! its still good though i didnt expect to get an A1 (hghest grade) for combined humanities since ive had a B my whole life without it i wouldnt be able to move on education wise lmao so thank god for that thanks cambridge thanks bell curve sunbaenim 

ix. when you imagine urself being happy in the future, where exactly are you (like the location!)?

oh definitely an apartment somewhere where its always windy and the curtains are always Moving and the sun just Shines in the room but its not that hot either its just full of warmth and yeah thats the dream maybe also walks in the park without having 2 worry abt sweating my pits out u kno! tldr anywhere but here

x. what’s something you’ve always wanted to own?

let me Think.... i dont need a lot/?? but id love hm.............. i want stability but realistically i want all the hh pcs from the code albums. 

xi. how’ve you been lately?

good good! i finished my *** fic and its. im proud of it though i know its not that good nd i can do better but its done ! and hm i could be going to see mx but asking my mum is stressing me out speaking of her she wont stop Coughing and she refuses to see the doctor ;-/ love those sleepless nights ! other than that i just want 2 get out and feel the sun ???/ wanna get out of this house yea but i need to be.. shady with my money i cant get a job because school is starting in a month and im going overseas again sometime next month so ! no ones gonna hire someone who can only work for 2 weeks at most dhzjhhs shouldve worked when i had the time dumbasses only

ok now falen

1. what’s been on your mind??

hm redacted feeling towards my mum but i cant say them bc itd be insensitive 

2. what are you looking forward to? 

mx? possibly but also finishing my enrolment papers

3. story time!: how and when did you get into day6!!!!!

fuck...... listen up LADS. 

ive told the same story like 10 times but im never gonna get tired of saying this shit bc i love miss boxy so much nd she deserves the appreciation anywy she introduced me 2 day6 after i saw this one (1) picture of brian in minion glasses and instantly i knew in that Fucking moment thatd id die for him. so i asked for the name of my murderer and was introduced to day6 whom frankly id never heard of b4 bdjhjh she sent me all their mvs and i still remember the night . i remember walking out of this japanese restaurant, twitter open, chat wiht boxy there and i was like.. interesting ill go listen when im home so i Did! and my mind was blown away bitch? i honest 2 god expected them to be a boy group,,, dancing and shit yknow? i didnt know k bands existed ! so as a previous 5/sos stan i was like wow. this??? this shit is 10/10 a fucking BANGER thats what i felt listening 2 i smile and just going :O over the fucking instruments so idk if how can i say was the last or second song but Damn. .. it made me scream thanks mister j** he rly dragged me by the collar of my shirt and threw me face first into Heaven so i watched everything i asked my friend for video recommendations and after boxy sent me a page with their face and names i was like this jae kid is 182 cm? wow gotta stan now im stupid and stupid for glasses and tall people so ! it happened bithc,, ugh i lov eday6 so much i remember binge watchng all their vlives after the july after party live (that being the first vlive i watched Ever in my entire life and i laghed so hard despite not understanding a damn thing) please id giv my heart and soul2 day6 im so happy with the way ive progressed as a myday :^( 

bonus when i first started stanning it was 26th june and shortly after i made a stan acc teasers were being dropped but i didnt kno why ppl were freaking out i remmeber seeing jae’s teaser nd going ? ok? its just a pic damn ;-/ and then eveeryone was like: dowoon! choker! me: wdhs? what

4. ????do you have any allergies????

did u think of jae and no i used to be allergic 2 dairy products but thats disappeared

5. a fond memory???

bowling with friends and im just a disaster of a friend im always so loud with them and i thank god everyday that they handle my energy ? i would cheer for them even if they got a gutter or whatever and when they got a strike id go clap like crazy i love my friends i also went i have the power of god and anime on my side before flinging the ball and theyd laugh despite not knowing what vine that was from i love my friends... psg if ur out there yall are the best x i miss hanigng out with them as a trio.. three of us :( 

6. do you paint your nails?? if so, what are your fave colors to use?? if not, why??  

thats so.. tiresome.......... dont u have 2 wait for it 2 dry and shit ? my mums always worried abt ruining the colour or some sht nd im like !!! okY!!!!!!! tldr its a pain in the ass

7. what are your favorite colors?? what are your fave colors to wear??

i like hte colour of the sky... all the colours........ yeah love that bithc and lately ive been wearing a lot of black shirts finally went out of my embarrassing colourful phase ! 

8. what languages would you like to learn?? for what reason(s)??

japanese nd korean jp because i listen to a lot of things in japanese and korean for the same reason but my priority would be jp even tho id love to communicate with my faves i just... yeah although im not exactly making an effort 2 learn bc im lazy but if i Could.... itd be those two

9. when you get stickers, do you use them or do you keep them??

DHDGFHDHDGDSJHJSJAKSSJHFHS THIS FEELS LIKE A CALL OUT???? i keep them......... 

10. are there any groups that you might get into/want to get into?

hm... well theres knk ive learnt their names and im finally able to put name 2 face so thats nice svt too if htey didnt have such large numbers... thats all for now i think?? i love evry girl group though i love gIRLS... 

11. how are you???

idk im constantly just fine?? not the im sad but im fine kind of fine im literally just neutral half the time wjhddshs wild 

both of your questions were really unique and i loved answering them thank you so much for tagging me and if youve read until the end thank you i hope you have a good day!

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

I’ll Be Right Behind

Hello fam :) This is going to be the last fic in a while, because I’m going off on vacation for about three weeks or something. which means that I can’t write, so I’m trying to compensate a little by making this fic a longer one, and then I’m also gonna queue a lot of pictures and stuff. I’m thinking about reblogging some of my favorite fics I’ve written too. Anyways, here we go :)

Characters: Winchester sister!reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, a few others mentioned briefly.

Words: 7000+ Only since there won’t be as much to read for a little while :)

Warnings: Angst, injury, blood, character death, throwing up. Nothing too graphic though. Oh, and Dean’s being a douche (because of grief).

A/N: This is set in the beginning of season 2, but it’s non-canon, so things might change from what happened in the show. Also, the reader is Sam’s twin sister. Also, since this is so long, I’m sure a few errors slipped in and so on, so sorry about that!

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”(Y/N)? Are you awake?”

Somewhere far away you heard shuffling. It felt like your head was under water, and for a moment you couldn’t tell what was up and down — and much less where the hell you were and what the hell happened.

”Oh, thank god.” Sam voice made it’s way into your fuzzy head once again. It was thick and unsteady and wavering and it sounded like he was about to cry.

Your eyes shot open. Hearing your twin brother sound like that could bring you back to reality, consciousness, in a split second. Was he hurt?

Turns out it was the opposite, or at least seemed to be. Because the sight you were greeted with was a white, bare hospital room. Your hands were clutching the white, crisp covers of the bed, as if you were desperately trying to hang on. Dread filled you up from within and you groaned. You hate hospitals.

But you didn’t spend much time inspecting the sterile and boring room, there was something more important at hand. So you peeled your eyes away and looked up at Sam, who was hovering besides your bed, looking down at you with soulful, worried eyes. Those hazel orbs never could keep a secret from you. Something was wrong. Very wrong. And it wasn’t you, because even though you felt like you went three rounds with a grizzly bear — sore, bruised, tired and quite dizzy — you’ve, sadly, had worse.

You opened your mouth, but at first nothing would come out. Just a pathetic wheeze, and you almost felt completely defeated, to be honest. Sam was hurting, something was definitely wrong, and you couldn’t even ask about it.

You blinked hard, trying to focus your gaze. Meanwhile, you felt a hand gently brush away some stray strands of hair from your face. Calmness washed over you, and you breathed in slowly and deeply. You weren’t ready to know what happened, you didn’t want to. You were afraid it would change everything, and even though your life wasn’t perfect — whose was? — you didn’t want it to change. It was you, Sam, Dean and Dad and you had issues but at least you were together again. You had a chance at fixing things. But first you needed to know. Sam shouldn’t carry this pain alone. That’s what you did, you always shared your pain between the two of you.

”Wha-what h-happened?” Your voice was hoarse, but at least you got the words out with the newfound strength.

Sam looked down at his hands that now fiddled with the covers of your hospital bed. ”It’s… it’s Dad and Dean.”

Your breathing hitched, eyes round as you looked at Sam. They were dead. They had to be dead. You furrowed your eyebrows as everything started to come back to you. How The Yellow Eyed Demon possessed your dad, how he asked Sam to shoot him. How Dean begged Sam not to, and how the only thing you could get out of your mouth was ’no, wait! Slow down,’ as if that would help. How Dean almost bled out. How the demon got away. How you and Sam had to get your injured father and the seemingly dying Dean into the car, and to a hospital.

What happened next?

”Did we crash?” You asked, voice choked, as you tried to look Sam in the eyes.

He nodded, barely visible. If possible, you felt even dizzier.

”It’s really bad.” His voice broke at ’bad’.

You let your gaze drop to your hands.

”How are you feeling?” Sam then asked, changing subject slightly.

”Fine, considering.” You looked up at him again, an attempt at a smile ghosting across your lips. To reassure him that he didn’t have to worry about you too. ”A little sore, but good.”

”So happy to hear that, (Y/N),” he said, relief clear on his tone, although it still sounded like he was about to cry.

It got quiet for a moment during which Sam just kind of toyed with a lock of your hair.

”It’s going to be okay.” You whispered, breaking the silence, although you didn’t really believe it yourself.

That’s when Sam nodded once again, but now with a determination that almost made you a bit uneasy.

”Yeah, I’m gonna fix this,” he declared.

”I’ll help,” you offered quickly, with expectation in your eyes.

”That’s okay.” He had already started to move away from your bed and to the door of your hospital room. ”Focus on getting better instead.”

”Sam!” You called, but he was already out the door.

Four hours had passed when you stumbled out of your hospital room, looking around yourself for some sort of clue as to where you could find the rest of your family. You had signed yourself out AMA, against medical advice. Your doctor had strongly objected, since they hadn’t have the time to check everything, run all tests necessary. What they didn’t get that what was even more necessary was you being there for your family — which you couldn’t be if you were stuck in that damned hospital bed.

You had gotten all your stuff back as well, so you brought your phone up and tried calling Sam. You pressed the phone to your ear and anxiously listened to the monotone signals passing, as your eyes darted from room to room on both sides of the corridor, hoping you’d see either Dean or John. You were lucky when it came to finding one of them, unlucky when it came to the call, because Sam never answered it and it went to his mailbox; ”Hey, it’s Sam—”

Absentmindedly, you cut your brother’s voice off by hanging up, because now you had your other brother in your field of vision. He looked barely alive, and it felt like someone fisted your heart, jabbing it hard as your stomach twisted. Slowly, you walked into his room, eyes wide as you took in his appearance. He was pale, skin almost translucent, white as the covers beneath him. His freckles were barely visible and he had dark shadows underneath his closed eyes. If it wasn’t for the monitor, giving off a steady beeping, you wouldn’t be so sure his heart was beating. You reached his bedside and you almost felt like you couldn’t breath. He looked so small and so vulnerable and so lifeless and just… weak. Nothing like the big brother you had grown up with, the one who always was full of life, joking, smiling, flirting, chatting and protected you and Sam fiercely.

Your mouth felt dry as you took his hand, wincing at how cold and limp it felt. You hated how Sam and to face this all alone, suddenly feeling guilty.

”Dean,” you began, but your voice wouldn’t cooperate, and it came out as something in between a whisper and a wheeze. You cleared your throat. ”Please, please, hang in there.”

He didn’t move one bit. No reaction at all, which was to be expected, but it still brought tears to your eyes.

”We need you here, big bro. Okay? And, just… j-just don’t go. It’s not your time.”

You ran a hand across his cheek, before you let go of his hand. You needed to check on your father as well, and then you needed to find Sam. You knew you twin like the back of your hand, and him missing like this was never a good sign.

You were just about to leave the room, when you heard Dean loudly gasp. You whipped around, heart almost jumping out of your chest, to see Dean choking on the tube he had down his mouth.

”HELP!” You screamed in panic, seeing him dry heaving like that sent shivers through your body. ”I need help in here!”

Twenty minutes later, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and looked up to see Sam who was panting slightly as if he’d hurried here.

”Hey Sammy,” you said happily and smiled as you snaked your arms around his upper body, pressing your cheek against his chest.

Absentmindedly, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pressing you into his side in a hug, all while he watched the doctors working on hooking Dean off all the machines.

”What’s happening here? Is he okay?” Sam questioned.

”Seems like it.” You practically beamed, feeling the weight of anxiety and worry lift off your shoulders, melting away. Like you finally could breath again.

”Sam, (Y/N)?”

You and Sam both looked over your shoulders to see your dad. He was leaning against the doorframe to Dean’s room, but looked fine as well.

”Hey, Dad,” you began, feeling even more relief envelop you, and you welcomed it. This was a miracle. ”How are you feeling?”

”Good.” He nodded once and walked up to stand besides you and Sam. He even smiled and patted you each on your shoulders.

Some nurses left the room and the lingering doctor stepped forward.

”Your vitals are good, Mr. Winchester.” He stated, staring bewilderedly at the papers on the clipboard in his hand, as if to see if he really read that right. Because, the young man before him was dying just earlier this day. ”There’s no sign of any trauma at all.”

Dean looked just as stunned as the doctor. Then, confusion crossed his features, but in the end, relief and happiness won and a grin spread across his face. He looked over at you, Sam and John and suddenly he looked like a little kid again. You smiled back at him. All of you knew deep down there was something wrong, although you all wanted to believe it was just a miracle. Because, they’re supposed to exist, right? They do happen, right?

That’s when Sam cleared his throat. ”Guys, I’m gonna go and buy a coffee.”

You rose an eyebrow at first, but then you remembered that your brother probably hadn’t slept for 24 hours.

”I’ll be right back. I’m so happy to see you guys okay.” He reached forward, wrapping his hand around Dean’s forearm, giving it a squeeze. Then, he patted your dad on his shoulder, and lastly, he gave you another side hug, which you gratefully returned.

Then he turned around, leaving you behind. You noticed how his pace quickened up as he got further away and rounded the corner, disappearing into the corridor.

In the corner of your eye, you could see Dad stepping forward to talk to Dean, but you couldn’t quite ignore the thoughts that formed in your head. Something wasn’t right. Well, besides the obvious.

Wearing a frown on your face, anxiety getting ahold of your chest, you walked outside of the hospital room. And there, on the floor, you saw him. You were pretty sure your heart stopped. You felt as your head was swimming, you felt dizzy and you had to close your eyes for just a moment. Everything seemed still — until it jumpstarted again with a painful lurch that made you feel nauseous and tugged you straight into reality again.

”SAM!” You screamed with all of your lungs as you felt the world coming tumbling down around you.

You started running towards your twin and you barely made it over to him before your knees gave in on you. On the floor, you desperately scrambled closer, with the only thing on your mind being ’Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam.’ Your eyes stared at his closed ones, and the rest of his still face.

You just kept screaming as your hands clutched the fabric of his jacket, shaking him, but his head just lulled from side to side. Hot, salty tears cascaded down your cheeks as you heard several pairs of footfalls running down the corridor. Within the second, a pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you away from Sam, and although you fought to stay with him, the arms won. Your heart ached so much you thought it would give in, and you’d die right there and then. Meanwhile you just kept whispering ’No, Sammy…’ to yourself.

The room you’d been staying in at Bobby’s was light and warm when you started gaining consciousness. Sunlight shone through the window, casting long, faded rectangles of gold. Some of the light landed on your bed, warming up your back that was turned against the source. It even filtered through your closed eyelids, and it lit up all those little dust particles gliding slowly through the air, surprisingly beautifully. Distantly, you heard the muffled chirps of birds from outside. It was probably in the late morning, but you didn’t know exactly. You felt calmness envelop you, almost washing out the pain you felt in your upper stomach, that had developed the last few days, and the nausea. Almost.

But that calmness wasn’t a result of your serene surroundings. Instead, the presence you felt close to you was to thank for that.

Slowly, you peeled your eyes open. Awareness crept back to you, but not fully. You were still in that half awake, half asleep state, and you were thankful for that. Waking up these past days had been hard.

”Hey, you.” His voice was gentle, smooth, lighthearted. It was low and soft and warm and untroubled. And you loved it and had missed it so agonizingly much you’d almost fallen apart, even though it’s only been a few days.

”Hey, Sam.” Your words were sluggish and your voice throaty from being asleep for so long, and, well, now you were barely awake.

You slowly blinked, eyelids feeling heavy and eyes tired. You tried to focus on his face that was bathing in golden sunlight that brought out the coppery tones in his wavy, shaggy, tousled hair and the honey shades in his orbs.

You could ask him what he did and why. But, you weren’t going to. You already had a pretty good idea why — because, family — and as to what, you didn’t know if you were awake enough to understand how it all went down.

”I miss you,” you murmured instead, although it was only the tip of the iceberg. ’I can barely function without you because we were as close as layers of paint and we understood each other so well and you were my other half and I just don’t know what to do when you’re not here to guide me,’ might have been more fitting.

”I miss you too,” he responded wistfully, offering you a small smile. Then, his eyes landed on the hoodie you were wearing, his smile widening just a little. ”That’s mine.”

”That’s the point,” you countered. The hoodie smelled like Sam, and Sam was home and with it on you could almost pretend that nothing had happened. Expect something had happened, and this being Sam’s favorite hoodie, he’d most likely wear it if he was still alive.

You closed your eyes for a moment, shuffling a little in bed to try and get more comfortable, but the pain just wouldn’t budge. You opened your eyes again and glanced over at the bottle of pills on the bedside table behind Sam — he was laying on the bed besides you, the only difference was that he was on top of the covers, and you under.

You decided that you didn’t have the energy or determination to try and reach the pills.

”You don’t look that well.” His voice brought your attention to him, and you caught his gaze wandering across your features.

Sam reached up a hand and moved a piece of your hair to place it behind your ear, much like he had done in the hospital, the second to last time you saw him alive. Then, he placed the back of his large hand against your forehead.

”Seems like you have a fever.” Sam frowned, eyebrows furrowed, suddenly sounding worried. ”How are you feeling?”

”Not too great.” You whispered in response, truthfully. There’s no point in lying to Sam, he could always see right through you. You probably should explain that this was something that had formed since after the crash, after going home from the hospital, but you had a feeling he already had gathered that.

”I’m sorry, if I would’ve known, I’d fixed you up as well. Have you talked to Dean or Dad about it though?” He questioned, concerned eyes trying to meet yours, but your exhausted ones slipped closed once again, as you let out a light sigh.

”Not yet.” When you saw how he didn’t seem to like that answer, growing even more uneasy. ”They’re hurting too.”

Sam nodded thoughtfully before speaking up. ”Promise that you’ll talk to them anyway. It’s important for your health. Okay, (Y/N)?”

You wanted to ask ’what about your health?’ but you were too tired for that conversation. Instead, you slowly nodded as well, giving out a barely audible ’mhm’.

”Promise,” you mumbled, almost drifting off to sleep.

You’d been doing that an awful lot lately; sleeping. You’d just been so feeling so tired and it was your preferred way of spending your time from now on; it numbed you from your physical pain and emotional hell, numbed the loneliness and the grief. Even with the nightmares, it still beat being awake, which was saying one thing.

”Get some rest and get better,” Sam told you, and you felt how he placed a kiss on top of your head. ”Oh, and (Y/N)? Take care of Dean and Dad for me, would you?”

”Of course, Sammy.” You weren’t even sure you said that out loud before everything just kind of faded away into darkness.

The next time you woke up, you were alone. No signs of anyone ever being in the room besides you. The room seemed a whole lot colder and darker as well. You rolled over to your back and looked over at the window, only to see that the sun outside had been covered with heavy clouds.

You sighed and slowly forced yourself out of bed, fully awake this time — the fuzzy haze created by exhaustion and fever, gone. You kind of missed it, because everything seemed to ache, worst of all, your stomach. Another wave of nausea hit you and you had to stop for a moment until it stilled. Walking over to the bedside table, to the bottle of painkillers, you then dry swallowed a few pills — probably more than you should have, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care all that much. You just wanted the pain to stop.

Besides the bottle of pills laid an old photo that your eyes lingered on. It was the one you looked at, and cried to, last night. It pictured, you, Dean and Sam. Dean was ten, freckled faced, and hair a little longer than now — still messy and spiky though. He wore a beaming grin on his face and his green eyes were bright as he had his arms gently wrapped around his younger siblings, one twin on each side. You and Sam were 6 years old and barely reached midway up Dean’s upper arm, huddled close to your older brother. Sam was giggling, his dimples very much present and he just sort of looked like a happy puppy. You were looking over at Sam from Dean’s other side, adoration in your eyes as you laughed too. When Sam was happy, you were happy too.

You shook your head, dragging your eyes away. It hurt too much.

Then you left the room, to walk downstairs and look for your, now, only brother, your father and Bobby. Your joints ached when you moved and you wondered if you’d aged 40 years or something in the last couple of days. You didn’t know if the car crash or losing Sam was the more probable reason for that, although, you guessed the latter.

Things had been bad between you, Dean and John ever since it happened. You all just kind of isolated yourselves from the others, avoiding everyone, tending to solitude. You had a feeling that this wasn’t the best way to go; a shrink probably would have ripped his hair out if he saw what was happening.

In fact, you wanted to stop it. You wanted to talk, no matter how much easier it was to just hide from and be angry at the world. Because, you knew that was what Dean and your dad needed. You needed to get them to open up, but now it just seemed like neither wanted anything to do with you. And you just felt so alone.

John had stopped talking. He was a brooding mess, drinking so much alcohol you were afraid his liver would give up and check out any moment. Your father searched for silence and loneliness instead of people and comfort, and you had tried talking to him, but couldn’t get through. Also, he scared you — when his dark eyes turned to you, you could almost feel shivers running through your body. Shivers not caused by pain or fever or sickness. You had always had respect for the man, knowing that he could be tough, but this freaked you out in a whole other way.

When it came to your big brother; Dean was angry. Angrier than you’d ever seen him. Angry at the world, angry at Dad, angry at Sam, angry at you. He, too, started drinking much more than he ever had before, taking after his dad in that sense. Whenever you approached him, he pushed you away immediately, and it frustrated you. He even yelled at you a few times, like you were some punchbag he could verbally direct his anger at.

You could understand they were hurting; you wanted to help them for god’s sake! But, neither of them would just let you. You couldn’t be there for them, like you promised you would, if they wouldn’t let you get close.

And besides, they weren’t the only ones hurting. You’d lost your twin brother, dammit. There, that was a pain even they couldn’t relate to, couldn’t say they’d gone through that too.

The first one you spotted once reaching the bottom floor — and, hell, that was hard; you were panting from the effort — was John. He was sitting in one of the couches in Bobby’s living room, whisky bottle in hand, staring out into nothingness, lost in his thoughts. You winced at the sight.

Staggering closer, you acknowledged your presence. ”Dad?”

Your father never tore his eyes away from whatever they were latched onto. In fact, he didn’t seem to notice you at all.

”Dad?” You tried again, slowly moving closer, clutching your stomach in pain, but surely pushing on.

”Not now, (Y/N),” he finally responded, and you stopped dead in your tracks.

”But—”

”Leave me alone,” he interrupted. His voice was low, but there was a warning tone imbedded in it.

’Promise that you’ll talk to them anyway. It’s important.’

You had promised after all. Now, you didn’t know if that Sam had been real or not — probably not, although you couldn’t know for sure in this world, your brain reminded you — but you had promised. And either way, you were starting to get a little scared. This pain, this nausea that had been following you around and that wouldn’t let go, could be something dangerous. It was time to act, and rather sooner than later.

”Dad, I just—”

”No. Leave me alone. That’s an order,” he declared, raising his voice a little. That’s it, end of discussion.

”Yes, sir.” You mumbled disappointedly, before turning around, trying to keep the groan of discomfort inside.

You then carried yourself through the rest of the house, slowly. Despite sleeping so much, you didn’t have much energy, probably because you hadn’t really eaten anything in over 36 hours, maybe more. Your past self wouldn’t have understood how you could go that long without food, since food was one of your passions in life, to be honest. But you just felt sick all the time and couldn’t even bring yourself to think about a sandwich, or soup, or scrambled eggs or anything else like that.

Thankfully no one had noticed that you weren’t eating, which was another testament to how bad things had become between you.

Suddenly, a muffled crash broke your thought train. It came from outside the house, somewhere in Bobby’s salvage yard. You instantly picked up your pace marginally, the best you could, with the front door in sight.

Once outside, you were forced to squint because of the brightness — despite being cloudy, it was still very light. Scanning Bobby’s yard with your gaze, you searched for the source of the sound. It didn’t take you long to spot Dean, doing something you’d never thought you’d see — bashing the Impala. You needed to stop this, as fast as possible. That car was the closest thing you had to a home besides from Bobby’s house behind you.

Your head was spinning and you felt even more sick, but you surprised yourself by getting to Dean and the Impala faster than expected. You almost tripped when you came to a stop though, your field of vision blackening out for just a moment until you blinked the darkness away. When your surroundings stopped rotating, and the ground stopped moving underneath you, you took Dean in.

His clothes were dirty, stained with motor oil and dusty from the gravel underneath your feet. His palms were a bit scraped and he was sweaty, short hair spikier than usual. He either hadn’t noticed you yet, or didn’t bother to pay you any attention. You guessed for the last option.

”Dean, what are you doing?” You asked, but your still raspy voice was drowned out by Dean swinging at the Impala once again with the crowbar in his hands.

You tried moving into his field of view, but he just turned around, delivering another blow.

”Dean!” You exclaimed, using the few seconds of silence after the noise of iron against car plating.

”What!?” He suddenly spun around, yelling back with annoyance dripping off his words. ”What do you want?”

Your eyes were round, but soon you sighed. ”Dean, you need—”

”If you’re going to say ’talk’ I don’t wanna hear it.” Your big brother harshly cut you off. ”What I need is to be left alone.”

He wanted to be left alone too. Surprise, surprise.

What were you expecting?

”I can help.” You tried, voice small in contrast to his angry one.

Simultaneously, another rush of pain ran through your body, making you shiver, as if to remind you that you could use a little help as well. And, damn, the pain really was getting worse.

”No, you can’t,” he disagreed, his cold, green eyes boring into yours. ”Because, Sam didn’t die for you. You don’t know how it feels to have your little brother give up his damned life for you! He did, for me. You don’t know this pain, and you won’t either.”

That hurt, you weren’t going to lie. What he said snaked its way into your chest, seemingly piecing your heart. You wanted to scream ’I’m in pain too! Can’t you see?’ but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to open your mouth.

The throbbing pain made its presence acknowledged once again, and you wrapped your arms around your stomach, moaning.

”Dean, please. I need—”

”Maybe you could try taking care of it yourself, for once.” He was quick to shut you down, and for a second you just kind of wanted to lie down in the gravel and give up, succumb to everything; the pain and the darkness and the grief. ”I’ve been here for you and Sam, all my life. Even when you left me for college. Maybe you could just give me a break, huh?”

You swallowed thickly, and nodded. Fine then. You turned around, without a word, and began making your way back inside on weak legs. You’d gotten halfway, when a truck pulled up to the house. It was Bobby’s truck, and Bobby himself stepped outside in a matter of a few moments.

”Hey, (Y/N)!” He called as he walked up to you. ”How ya feelin’? You don’t look too peachy.”

You instantly straightened up, subtly letting the arms around your waist drop. ”Tired, but I’ll be fine.”

’You wish’ a voice inside your head spoke up, and you felt the defeat getting a tighter hold around you. In that moment, you couldn’t really put your finger on why you didn’t just tell Bobby. You trusted him, and you knew that you really should speak up. But maybe, just maybe, there was a part of you that wanted Dean or Dad to help you. That you’d be a family again, and that you would support, help and care for each other again. Most of all you wished that Sam would be here too but that wasn’t happening. You bit your lip to suppress a sob when you felt your eyes sting. You forced the tears away.

”Have you eaten anything today then, girl?” Bobby then questioned. So, someone had noticed, and knowing that you actually felt a little better.

”Yeah, I ate like half an hour ago,” you lied, and the years of going undercover and playing bait made you an excellent liar — something you didn’t know if it was for the better or the worse. But, there was no way you could eat anything right now, you felt too nauseous and your stomach ached.

”Good.” Bobby nodded, and looked at you a little expectantly, as if to say ’you first, idgit’. You just shook your head slightly, and smiled, pretending that you weren’t planning to go inside.

Bobby left, and you sighed, running a hand over your face. Then you stumbled over to the stairs of Bobby’s porch and slowly sat down, much like a 90 year old would do. You rested your gaze at nothing in particular, and let yourself get lost in your own thoughts, the ones about your life and Sam. So lost that the pain faded away as your sense of time did. What you saw was the clouds clearing up and the sun moving across the sky, gradually taking a orangey, golden color.

What brought you back, was Dean walking past you up the stairs, startling you. You must’ve really been out of it, since you hadn’t seen him approaching. Hopefully, you glanced up at him, but he just looked away.

Your shoulders dropped for a moment, but then you realized you had a bigger problem. How are you going to get up? The merely thought of pushing yourself up from your sitting position made you light-headed.

”Dean,” you tried tiredly, looking over your shoulder, catching him just before he disappeared indoors.

You already knew that you weren’t going to receive the answer you wanted, but then you thought, maybe just maybe. You did sound pathetically weak and sad, not intentionally, so maybe it would work?

”What?!” Dean snapped, already annoyed, obviously not in the mood to talk.

You looked back forwards, you didn’t want him to see that you were tearing up. How did things get this bad?

A week ago, you’d seen light in the end of the tunnel. It had looked like you would finally catch and kill The Yellow Eyed Demon. Then you had fantasized how you could quit hunting and get yourselves normal, safe lives. Free to do whatever your heart desired. You had already known that you shouldn’t have done so, let yourself dream away like that, but the thought of a life where you didn’t have to worry about your family’s health and safety was just amazing.

Instead, here you were. Dean seemed to hate you, no matter how much you wanted to be best of friends again, like you used to before all this crap that had happened the last few days. No matter how much you loved him.

Your father seemed to have completely checked out from everything. All your life he had been this man you could look to for help, because he always knew what to do. There wasn’t a trace of that man anymore. He was a shell of the person he used to be.

And you, you felt as you were dying. Both physically and on the inside — if you weren’t already dead.

You were actually starting to fear for your life — though, right now, this life wasn’t much to cherish. This injury you had — ’internal bleeding’, the voice in your head told you. ’Something the doctors didn’t have time to detect. Something that’s been getting worse with each day that has passed.’ — could actually kill you. It was serious.

”Fine, forget it.” You muttered, without looking at Dean.

What you didn’t see was that Dean lingered behind your back, watching your movements cautiously, something tingling his big brother instincts.

You gripped ahold of the railing of the stairs and braced yourself, slowly breathing in — and out. And then you just went for it, using all of your barely existing strength to try and pull yourself up. Only it didn’t work so well, and you only got halfway before you went sailing down again. Luckily, strong arms caught you before your face could connect with the gravel beneath you.

”(Y/N), what the hell?” Dean barked, worry lacing his voice for the first time since before the car crash. His eyes widened when he saw how pale you grew in a matter of seconds. ”What’s wrong?”

”’M sorry,” you mumbled feeling dizzy and sick and just horrible. This haze of pain wrapped around you, and Dean’s voice seemed further and further away.

”Don’t apologize,” he objected out of old habit. But you and Sam had always apologized too much, for things that weren’t your fault.

When your eyes started closing, he shook you lightly, still holding you in his embrace. ”Hey, hey! Stay with me.”

When you gave out a moan of pain as your face scrunched up in agony, he felt shivers run up his spine. It only got worse when you started to weakly squirm in his arms, tilting your head to the side, so you could empty your stomach. Dean’s heart jumped to his throat when he saw that it wasn’t what was left of your lunch — did you eat lunch? — but blood.

”Bobby! Dad!” Dean cried as you started coughing, blood trailing down the side of your mouth and down your neck.

Dean carefully laid you down on the ground, and meanwhile your coughs got weaker and weaker. Quickly he rolled up your — Sam’s — hoodie, and the purplish bruising that decorated your upper stomach almost made him throw up as well. He felt dizzy — no, no, no, no, no — and didn’t even hear Bobby’s boots against the porch as the older hunter ran towards what was left of the children that he saw as the closest thing he had to kids of his own.

”Dammit,” Bobby cursed when he saw your stomach, and Dean almost wished he hadn’t heard the tremble on Bobby’s voice when he did. ”JOHN!”

As John staggered towards the door upon hearing the calls and finally reacting, Dean had his full attention directed at you, his little sister. His, now, only sibling. The one left for him to protect. The one he seemed to had failed in ways he couldn’t even—

”(Y/N), please,” Dean begged, green eyes alight with pure fear and glossy with unshed tears. ”P-pretty please, don’t die on me. Please-please-please-please…”

He placed his hands on your cheeks and tried to meet your gaze, but your eyes just kept fluttering close, to open again when Dean let out another cry. He felt as he was trying to hold onto you with tightly clenched fists, but your life was sand and just continued on seeping away through the cracks between his fingers.

”I’m so sorry. So, so, so sorry…” Dean kept going on and on, desperately patting your hair, and you just grew paler and paler, weaker and weaker.

Simultaneously, John had made it outside, and Bobby had handed him the keys to his truck, the one that he had later moved since you and him met here, in front of the house. John, who seemed to be in shock, was ordered to move the truck closer — so you wouldn’t have to moved so far. The dark haired hunter nodded and left.

Then Bobby kneeled besides Dean and you, grabbing ahold of Dean’s shoulders, forcing the younger man to look at him.

”Dean.” His tone was resolute and serious, only to make sure to get the Winchester boy’s attention.

”I-I failed her, Bobby.” The first tears spilled over and rolled down his freckled cheeks, leaving glistening trails. Bobby’s heart clenched in a way it only did when a Winchester kid was involved. ”I’m a horrible b-brother.”

”Son, listen to me.” Bobby tightened his hold. ”I, (Y/N), need you to pull yourself together. We’re going to get her to a hospital, and for us to do that, you’re going to have to carry her to the car. Ya old man’s on his way here with it, okay?”

Dean nodded, before he returned to brushing your hair away from your face. You were barely awake at this point, but the act still felt comforting.

A truck pulled up besides them, and John jumped out of the driver’s seat, tossing the keys to Bobby, who was in a better state to drive. Meanwhile, Dean snaked one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you as gently as he could.

The car ride seemed endless. Since you collapsed by the foot of the stairs, the sun had set, but neither of the men could tell exactly when. This meant that Bobby couldn’t see what was happening when he glanced through the rearview mirror at the backseat, but he could paint himself a pretty good picture with Dean’s constant whimpering and your deafening silence.

Your older brother was cradling you towards his chest as the car made its way to the nearest hospital, the miles slowly ticking off. Using his t-shirt, he had wiped off most of the blood around your mouth although there was still a red stain latching onto your smooth skin. When you fully lost consciousness, eyes rolling back into your head, and your body going completely limp, he let out a sob.

”I-I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole,” he whispered, before running another hand through your hair. ”I’ll make it up to you, I promise. W-we’ll get through this together, okay?”

He didn’t know whether he was talking to your unhearing ears, or if he was trying to reassure himself. A little bit of both, probably.

When Bobby pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, Dean’s tears had dried, and so had the few ones you shed too for that matter.

Within the minute, Bobby and Dean — with you in his arms, head lolling from side to side — were running into the hospital, followed by John.

”HELP! We need help! Please!”

Upon seeing the four, nurses close by sprung to action, and more gathered. Before Dean could understand what was happening, someone ripped you away from his embrace, placed you on a gurney and wheeled you away.

Dean stopped and blinked for a second, feeling air and emptiness cool down the area where your body had been touching his chest.

It was when he heard, and finally could comprehend what the nurses and doctors were saying, he started moving again; it was something about cardiac arrest, and Dean just felt how everything started spinning again.

Still, he pushed forward, and started running behind the fast hospital workers, that were running too. He followed them into an empty hospital room, were they began the process of restarting your heart. And there he stood, watching with wide, scared eyes, until someone noticed him led him outside. From then, he didn’t have to wait long until a somber nurse walked up to him.

”I’m sorry, Mister, we did everything we could. It was too late to help her.” She said, eyes sincerely sad and voice soft as if it would cushion the pain her words brought with them.

Dean began slowly shaking his head, barely noticing the nurse leaving. He blinked hard, trying to get his imploding world to focus. He stumbled, almost losing balance. He felt sick to his stomach, and his chest started to ache so much he thought he’d suffer from cardiac arrest too. Could you actually die from a broken heart?

He had just lost both of his younger siblings. The two kids he swore to protect. His two best friends. His two companions in life. His two reasons to stay in this shitty world.

A week ago everything had been fine, and Dean was actually happy. Now, he had nothing left. His life was shattered to bits and pieces and when he stared down at his feet he almost expected the shards to be scattered around them.

That when he saw the other pair of boots next to his, and he looked up to see his father, standing much too close for liking. John was staring with round eyes at his lifeless daughter through the window to the room. His twins, both dead and gone.

John caught Dean looking at him — no, scratch that — glaring. Before he knew it, Dean delivered a hard shove, and John stumbled backwards a couple of steps before regaining his balance. ”You should have seen it too!” His son exclaimed, eyes manic as he stared at him. Desperate. ”It’s our fault.” Dean’s voice broke at the last part he added, making it into a whisper.

He quickly pulled himself together though, charging again.

”If you never started hunting that damned demon, (Y/N) and Sam wouldn’t be dead!” He was screaming now. ”You said it was all that mattered. But, look at us now, Dad! What do we have left?”

John looked up to finally meet his remaining boy’s eyes. Dean saw how his dad’s were shining with tears, and how he slowly nodded, accepting Dean’s accusations.

”I know.”

That’s when Dean couldn’t do it anymore. Keep it together. Instead, his face scrunched up into on of grief and defeat and heartbreak and despair. When John opened his arms, Dean couldn’t stop himself from hugging his father.

Dean rested his forehead against the older man’s shoulder, bending his neck and then he just let his tears flow.

From a few feet’s distance, Bobby watched, with tears rolling down his face as well. Another beautiful life lost.

Years later, Dean stood in front of the two headstones, shifting uneasily on his feet, shoving his fists further into the pockets of his jackets. He had done this before, but it was always just as hard to start.

”Hey guys,” he began, his eyes wandering over the letters engraved in the stone.

Sam Winchester, May 2,1983 - July 19, 2006

(Y/N) Winchester, May 2, 1983 - July 23, 2006

”Happy birthday, kiddos.” Dean smiled although his voice quivered, signaling that he was close to crying. ’I wish you lived to see it.’

And then the sky opened up. Suiting, he couldn’t help to think. Even the heavens above was mourning. And the rain blended in and hid his tears, just like his smile hid the pain. But that didn’t mean they weren’t there. Maybe, it meant that they were more present than ever.

”I miss you.” He said, and it was the truth. Not a day went by without him missing you and Sam like crazy.

Not a day went by without him thinking about that year you spent together after he picked you up at college. The year you went on that road trip, the real deal — differing from your childhood because now you were on your own. The graves before him marked the end of the road, but there was no doubt in Dean’s mind that the year was the best of his life. He was just sorry that it ended the way it did. Sorry in a way he couldn’t even put into words.

It was so lonely and quiet in the car nowadays.

’They died only days from each other’, Dean then acknowledged as if he didn’t already know that. He remembered how you two always joked that you wouldn’t survive without the other, and, well, the dates on the headstones testified to that. It was so sad Dean wanted to rip his heart out, but there was still something wistfully and tragically beautiful about it.

After your deaths, Dean was completely out of it. Lost, to the point that Bobby thought he’d lose Dean too. But, quicker than expected, he pulled himself together, because he had something he needed to do, a mission. One last act as a big brother. And that, that was to find out exactly what Sam had done — well, it was more like confirming his suspicions because he was pretty sure his baby brother sold his soul — and then get him out of hell. Because Sam didn’t deserve that, especially since the reason he was there was Dean himself. After a couple of months hard work and dedication, he completed his task — Dean was still surprised, to this day, he managed to do that, but then again, he needed the distraction, and it wasn’t like there was anything else for him to focus on, nothing else to do. He was completely alone.

So now Sam was in Heaven with you, and Dean could breath out, knowing that you were well up there. He had this friend, an angel — you and Sam would’ve never believed him, but it was true — that told him all about the place, even showed him bits and pieces. Dean could relax.

Dean hadn’t managed to bring you back to life. But, now, when he knew about the afterlife, he wasn’t so sure that was the right thing to do. He was comfortable in the fact that he was the only Winchester sibling that was suffering. So, he gradually slowed down, until he stopped searching for a way all together.

Now, he could only hope that you would be there, waiting for him, when it was his turn. And, that you would forgive him.

Okay, so I just wanted to say that I know nothing about these types of health issues, I’m not a doctor and I also personally like to stay away from that stuff as much as possible because blood and such making me quite (really squeamish). So yeah, this development might be very unlikely, I don’t know. I just kinda took inspiration from other fics I’ve read where internal bleeding occurred. Also, the story itself might have some plot holes, especially the epilogue since things wouldn’t have played out the way it did if Sam wasn’t there, but I decided to ignore that just for the sake of the story. Hopefully you don’t mind too much. One last thing as well; the death date on Sam’s headstone was taken from Supernatural wiki, I looked up the date John Winchester died.

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[top-hat-assassin]

Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned (Jacob Frye X Reader)

Hi Followers, here is another one I finished. I don't know what else I can say other than I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, yeah, it seems my stories are always the same with Kisses and such. Lol. I'm sorry for the boring fanfictions.

Title: Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned Summary: Reader and Jacob are trying to eavesdrop on a group of Blighters. Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader Warnings: None Words: 2.293

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It was ample late in the evening and you had been leaning against a wall for a quarter of an hour. Waiting. In the afternoon, a small boy came out to meet you in the streets and pressed a piece of paper into your hand. "Boss, Miss." he murmered to you with a grin, which looked more cheeky thanks to the small tooth gap. You had immediately unfolded the paper after the child cleared off; happy with some money.

Meet me tonight at the alley beside The Lamb, 10 o'clock.

J

That's precisely where you were right now, but you had not been able to catch sight of the man who asked you to wait here. It became briskly, and you folded your arms in front of your breast, rubbing the palm of both hands up and down your upper arms. Not much warmth was formed during the act, but it helped drawing your thoughts to the cold. You had not seen the male Frye twin for a week since he had an important mission that included an important Templar. And as he did not report or show up, you had almost assumed that something had happened to him.

"Where are you?" you whispered into the silence.

At this time, mostly drunks were to be found, but fortunately they had not left the pub. Yet. And if the fine gentleman does not appear soon, you will quickly vanish to avoid such meetings.

Your gaze went up into the sky, of which there was not much to be seen. Apparently it was cloudy as here and there you could see a few stars.

"Psst."

When your ears picked the voice up, your head immediately whipped around to the side street, where the pub adjoins it. At first you saw the top hat until the figure stepped out a step further and you finally could make out the face you were waiting for. With quickly steps you also disappeared in the darkness of the alley with the man.

"You're alive." you said softly before you took him into a hug. "Woah, (Y/N)!" his tone expressed surprise from the sudden embrace. But the man caught himself again and returned the gesture. "I'm not dying this easily." he gave a small laugh. They were Assassins, who shouldn't be underestimated, you knew that much. But even as an Assassin you can be killed quickly and you should be lucky to get out of a mission alive.

"You're not invincible." you broke from the embrace and gave him a small slap on his shoulder because of the statement. "Did you find your target?" "Yes." there was a short pause inbetween. "He's dead." he looked around, almost as if he was expecting someone to be on his heels. With a head movement he gestured to you to follow him. As your eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness of the alley, you could easily make your way out. Both of you went deeper at a leisurely pace into the alley towards the other side of the road.

The only thing to be heard was the crunching of the stones under their shoes, and in the distance the laughter of some people. "Pub, Fight Club, Train?" you asked into the silence. He possibly needed a distraction from the mission he came back from. The man stopped, turned to you with the hint of a grin on his lips. "Bed?" he teased. Because of the tone and the grin you raised an eyebrow. "With that grin of yours, I doubt you will use the bed for sleep." You were not a couple, but occasional comments were made between you, which sounded to outsiders as if you were more than friends. Even Evie asked you once, if there was anything between you two. "You know me so well, (Y/N). How come?" At first, a snort left you as an answer. "That might be, because I always hang out with you when I have spare time."

Suddenly he threw an arm around your shoulders, which resulted in you being pulled closer to him. Even if you were close friends and he often did such small things, your heart beat gets faster every time. The warmth of his body went over to your own, the coldness around you long forgotten. "I wouldn't want it any other way. I love your company." You gave a mocking sound, shook your head while slightly smiling. "You can be honest: You just need a drinking partner, who is up for a challenge with you." "That's an important reason, love!" You rolled your eyes, knowing he's teasing you again.

There were only a few steps left before you entered the light of a lantern. It had been a long alley, but for your own taste it had been too short. You gave a short giggle when Jacob rubbed his cheek against yours, so that his stubble was tickling you. With a playful shocked gasp, you pushed him gently away from you. "You can be such a child sometimes, Jacob." He gave you a cheeky look when he stopped in his tracks. "I just want to make you laugh, that's all."

You also stopped, but you thought nothing of it while Jacob saw some Blighters who were not far from where you were right now. You were close enough to understand scraps of the conversation. If you were even closer, one could possible also get the topic of their discussion. And even if they looked like they were having a day off, Jacob found the group suspicious enough and even if they aren't on a mission or other tasks for the Templars, they could speak about something important. And he didn't want to let such chance go. That was why his glance landed at you beside him. "You need to play a little game with me." "A game?" your eyes were speaking of confusion and curiosity. With his head, he pointed in the direction of the Blighters. After you observed that group, you looked back to him. "What is your idea?" You could recognize hesitation in his posture, which only confused you more. "Be mad at me later for this, love." With slow steps and as inconspicuously as possible the Assassin leaned against the wall of the house and placed you directly in front of him.

You could already guess what he was up to. His hands landed right on your hips as he pulled you towards him. Your heart began to race faster in your chest. Were you really able to do this with what he had in his mind? Perhaps both of you should not overthrow this. A thought occured to you; for him, it could only be of importance because he could learn something value from the group. But what about you? You'd fall more in love with him, you were certain. Panic began to rise in you and you opened your mouth to stop him. At this time, his breath brushed your skin and lips and as soon as your mouth was slightly open, the lips of Jacob were on yours.

Your eyes closed automatically at the contact. It's as if your mind blanked out at this point. His lips felt soft, despite being chapped, and even though the kiss began hesitated, you couldn't believe how perfect your lips fit together.

Jacob had proceeded with the plan to pretend the kiss, but when he realized your lips were open, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. He put his head a little to one side, immediately deepening the kiss with the small movement. A soft moan came from your side. This led to him tightening his grip on your hips and he even pulled you closer to him so that your bodies were touching. Your hands landed on his shoulders in the process; the concentration on the conversation had long since passed for the man.

At that moment, you felt as if you were at the safest place in the world. You could taste the smoke of fire, what confused you briefly. Maybe this had something to do with his target. A bit of alcohol was also to be found and something that could only be Jacob himself. You never believed such things as a person having their own taste while kissing. But it seems like you were wrong all the time. The other kisses you may have shared with another person didn't ignite a fire like his does. And you never kissed them long or deep enough to taste them apparently. You had expected the kiss, still, you couldn't hide the surprise surging in your mind at the move. Especially when his tongue came into the game. It took a few seconds before you returned the kiss. As soon as the man noticed this, he hummed contentedly into the kiss. You let him explore your mouth, grazing your tongue now and then.

But as luck would have it, a loud noise not far from you made your lips seperate. As you looked in the direction, the male Frye studied your face. Your breath had become labored just like his. Also a light blush covered your cheeks. He could only think of how beautiful you looked after you had been kissed. It made him wish to see you more often in this state. Jacob leaned his head back and looked up, trying to regulate his breath.

When you were sure that the noise held no danger, you turned your head back at Jacob. "You regret it, don't you?" your voice was a whisper, coupled with a swell undertone of uncertainty. "Not a single second." it took him merely a second for the response before his hazel gaze met yours. His hands were still on your hips. Because of the noise, both were startled and you even took a step back. Jacob wanted to change that small detail and so, with a gentle yank, he brought you closer to him once again. Your eyes widened. "It was supposed to disguise as as normal people, so I can listen in as to what they have to say." an amused smile appeared on his lips. "I didn't hear one word." Your heart leapt into your throat at the words. The red, which adorned your cheeks, became a little deeper. Jacob raised a hand and his thumb carefully traced your lips. It almost looked like he was studying them. "You've got beautiful lips." again he paused for a little break before continuing. "Especially when they have been kissed." Until now he had set a gentle smile, but his grin was quickly back. "Makes me wonder how much more beautiful you are when you lie naked in front of me."

Of course, the reddish colour in your face would spread even more, and at that moment Jacob found it to be a wonderful sight. Where would he find that red hue elsewhere on your skin? "Jacob Frye." you said in a warning tone. "I thought I might give you a compliment, love." "You can't just say that to someone you kissed. For the first time nonetheless. Unless..." you trailed off because there might be persons out there who would like to hear such things (even after the first kiss). Jacob raised an eyebrow, but he saw that you did not take offense in his words, rather amusement. "When the time comes I guess." For the second time, your hand gently met his shoulder in another slap. "You will not get me naked that easily." you warned him. A spark came into his eyes, almost as if you had just given him a challenge. But as soon as it was visible, it had disappeared again. "Let's have a pint, (Y/N)."

Even though he changed the subject, you knew quite well that the matter was far from being done. Who knows what kind of teasing you have to adjust to. Deep inside you, however, you were aware that you wouldn't mind at all. No, you had your own comebacks after all. And yet, you couldn't believe he might be interested in a more intimate relationship with you. Yes, the kiss was outstanding, but it didn't mean he was interested in a serious relationship. That's what you wanted though. Not a fling, no, if you committed yourself to him, you want everything.

Your gaze went to the other side of the street where some drunks were already outside a pub. The group Jacob wanted to listen in seemed to be long gone. "Good choice, (Y/N). It's even close to a train station." Jacob had followed your gaze. "If I have to carry you, I leave you behind." It happened often enough and maybe this will help him not drink too much. A horrified gasp was heard from the Assassin. "You wouldn't dare!" Now you were the one who grinned and didn't gave away anything.

Together you left the alley, crossed the street to the closed doors of the pub. Before, Jacob had hastened his steps and opened the door for you. A look of scepticism crossed your face. "Do I have to get suspicious?" "I'm a gentleman." you were about to enter the pub, when he said something else. "And you might have to help me get back to the train." "What was that?" His hazel eyes met yours again. "Nothing, love. Let's enjoy the rest of evening." he grinned. You shrugged your shoulders and went to get a table for you two, while Jacob got the mugs. You knew you two had to talk about the kiss. Soon. But he was right: Tonight you should just enjoy a Pint and there was still time tomorrow. After a peaceful sleep and a clear mind.

[halloweeniegal]

Music Brings People Closer

Namjoon X Reader

(IDEK WHAT THIS SHIT TITLE IS SO SORRY)

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(I made it to where reader speaks Korean because that’s what he’s most fluent in so she talks in it to be polite to him ig? Idk lol. Enjoy anon.)

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“I think LA is going to be fun. Imagine how many music shops they have there,” Namjoon spoke while looking at his phone, Hoseok basically bouncing beside him. All of BTS were headed for LA to continue their ongoing tour, and everyone was excited. Even you who was already all the way in LA and completely prepared to go to their concert.

“I’m excited too, what do you think we’re gonna do there?!” J-Hope asked excitedly, causing small smiles to spread across the other members faces.

“I don’t know just hangout I think, visit random sights you know,” Namjoon responded, locking his phone as he turned to look at his hyung.

“It’s going to be so fun!” Jungkook exclaimed happily, looking out of the van window as they moved along the streets of LA, slowly approaching their destination.

“Wonder where we’re going to be staying?” Taehyung pondered, looking out his window in awe at the scenery.

“I'm hopefully staying nowhere near you guys,” Yoongi joked, yawning tiredly, just being awoken by Jimin. A chorus of giggles surrounded the inside of the van as they screeched to a stop in front of a grand hotel.

It was fairly sunny out today, so you were sitting outside on a chair in the middle of your lawn with sunglasses covering your eyes. Your hand fanned slowly in weak attempts at cooling yourself down as you carefully watched the oncoming traffic. Despite the heat pouring down on your hot skin, you were filled to the brim with excitement.

Today, you were going to see BTS in concert. You had been a fan for a while and the minute you found out they were coming to your state you bought a ticket the second they were on sale. Every time you thought of it butterflies exploded in your tummy, proving how nervous and happy you were about it.

The boys dragged their suitcases up the stairs tiredly in attempts to reach their room quickly and sleep the day away. Half of their morning and all night they were stuck on a plane and it would be a lie to say they weren't jet lagged from all the air travel.

Despite the weary aura the rest of the boys were giving off, Namjoon was unusually bursting with energy and was excited to explore. Asking the rest of BTS to join him, he was quickly declined as he moved outside.

A couple hours into his explorations he happened upon you, close to sleep as you now lie on the grass. Your sunglasses lay carefully next to you and your arm was slung over your eyes instead. Regardless of your comfy position, your head lifted to look at the culprit of the crunching grass coming closer to you.

Namjoon now towered over you, not helping how small you began to feel in his presence. You blinked carefully, the sun momentarily blinding you.

“Can you tell me the way to the record shop?” You knew that voice; even if it was really broken English. His name was right at the tip of your tongue until you could clearly see him, allowing his name to finally echo silently through your brain.

“Namjoon? Oh my, you're Namjoon from BTS. I'm a huge fan of yours and BTS’ music.” You smiled, happy you had learned how to speak Korean long ago as you stood up to appropriately talk to him. “Don't worry I'm not a sasaeng.” A delightful laugh left Namjoon’s mouth causing your smile to grow as he held his hand out for a handshake.

“That would be me, and what is your name?”

“(Y/N),” you smiled once again before turning to the sidewalk in hopes that Namjoon would follow. There was something intriguing about you that kept pulling RapMon towards you, so he was in tow as you began walking down the sidewalks of your neighborhood in synchronized steps.

“So, why did you decide to live in LA?” Namjoon randomly questioned, causing you to turn and look at him in bewilderment for a moment.

“Well, I’m a musician and I figured I’d have more luck getting somewhere if I lived here I guess? I’m not too sure.” An awkward laugh escaped your throat as you continued walking.

“You’re a musician? What kind of music do you make?”

“All kinds,” you grinned at him, turning to look at your feet as they dragged across the cement afterwards.

“I know you enjoy books so I figured I could use that as a conversation.” After a few minutes of comfortable silence you had finally conjured a topic to converse about with this Kpop idol named Namjoon that you were lucky to meet.

“Yeah, I enjoy reading in my spare time. It’s quite enjoyable,” he responded, sending you the dimpled smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. You guys delved deep into a conversation about books and authors you both enjoyed.

“You said you were looking for the record shop, right?” You stopped in your tracks as you finally reached the record shop he was asking about earlier, saddened to end your time with him.

“Yes,” he informed, looking at the small shop in awe as if it was the best thing he’s seen in awhile. And it was, except for you of course, you were on top of his list of the most beautiful things he’s seen in LA. “Why don’t you come in and give me some recommendations on music?” His offer was strictly in attempts to extend the time you both had together; not that he didn’t mind getting recommendations on music.

“Sure,” your voice was sheepish as you entered the store, Namjoon holding the door open for you like the gentleman he was. Both pairs of attentive eyes scanned the surrounding records carefully, in search of one’s you would both enjoy.

“Hm this is a really good one, I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to this on repeat.” You held up (A/N), showing Namjoon one of your favorite albums to listen to. “The composer is really good at what he does, and the bass in some of the songs throws me away every time,” you said with a small giggle as you read the back of the case. Namjoon’s eyes were looking at you in adoration as you giggled and showed off albums without a care. He felt so lucky to meet you while he was here, that he didn’t want to let you go.

“You should come backstage during our concert tonight,” he randomly blurted, causing your orbs to shoot up to look at him in surprise.

“I mean if you really want me to, but I don’t want to burden you guys.” Your voice was music to RapMon’s ears, and he wanted to relish in it for a long time.

“It’s not a burden. I wouldn’t be asking if it was,” Namjoon pointed out, causing a look of stupidity to cross your features.

“Duh, I should’ve known that.” You rolled your eyes at yourself as you placed the album back on the shelf, smiling up once again at Namjoon.

“Why don’t you just come hang out with us until the concert?” Namjoon’s brow was raised at you in question, hoping that you would say yes. Meanwhile you were in complete awe at the offer he had composed to you.

“A-Are you sure?” You had felt so lucky, that you pinched yourself, worried that this might just be a dream. How could someone like you, a small musician who is struggling to pull through in the industry, be noticed by someone like him, a musician that’s known and loved worldwide? Namjoon nodded quickly at you before grabbing your wrist and pulling you back outside, hailing a taxi so you both could put your legs to rest.

The concert had finally began and all you could hear was the sounds of screaming fans as one of your favorite bands performed. You were completely flattered at the fact that Namjoon kept turning towards the backstage to wink, smile, or blow a playful kiss at you during their songs. The boys had completely welcomed you when you hung out with them today, and you were completely grateful.

All of the boys quickly made their way backstage, sweat dripping quickly down their foreheads causing their skin to glisten in the light. It was hard for you to look away from Namjoon’s now see through white shirt, completely drenched in sweat from dancing his heart out.

You began spacing off until you were pulled into a tight hug and spun throughout the air, your hair whipping softly against whoever it was that had a hold of you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself,” Namjoon’s dimpled smile was back as he once again towered over you. It was effortless to get lost in each others eyes, completely ignoring the ruckus going on around you. That was until hands connected with the back of both of your heads and pushed you both together in an unexpected kiss.

You swatted at the hand at the back of your head, face crimson red with embarrassment as you turned to glare at Hoseok, the culprit of the unwanted action.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it’s just Hoseok-” you blabbered before you were cut off by his lips again, but it wasn’t forced this time. Hoseok was bouncing happily beside you both, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he brought this on. Your eyes slowly fluttered close as your arms were pulled by Hoseok to wrap around Namjoon’s neck. You internally rolled your eyes but ignored him as you lost yourself in the kiss, wanting it to last forever.

“It’s fine,” you both were breathless as you pulled away, Namjoon finally responding to your rant from earlier. “I enjoy your lips against mine,” his cheeks were a light pink as he stared at you with a large grin. “Say, can I get your number? I would love to take you on a date sometime,” Namjoon questioned. You quickly nodded your head, tugging your phone out of your pocket and handing it to him so he could enter his number into your contacts. When he gave you it back, you glanced down seeing ‘Your Fave’ as his name with a kissy and heart eye emoji. You giggled quietly before texting him so he would have your number as well.

You bid your farewells before leaving the venue, smiling idiotically as you made your way home, excited to see where this thing between you and Namjoon would lead.