#''Screw that I don't know you! You can't be me you son of a bitch!!''

[sage-nebula]

Persona 4 is feeling a bit slow and boring so far in comparison to Persona 3, which is a bit weird considering they jump in with the murder mystery stuff pretty immediately. But it just feels like cutscene after cutscene without much opportunity to actually explore or do much, so . . . hopefully it'll pick up soon.

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY JASON TODD/ROBIN/RED HOOD *  assorted dialogue from multiple dc universe sources, adjust as necessary

i did it once for dramatic effect and it just got to be a habit.

you can't tell, but i'm dozing off under this mask.

a whole night in paris... and i managed to not kill anyone. not bad.

you made the same mistake everyone does when it comes to me.

i want to warn them... but i know i can't.

don't know, don't care. i got my hands full.

do you remember the last time we were together?

looks like you guys could use a hand!

i'm looking for someone.

i'm afraid it's about to get much worse.

the angry, reckless vigilante bit is my thing.

i'm not good or bad. i'm just practical as hell.

you and i are more alike than you realize.

i get it. starting over is scary as hell.

i don't even need to turn around to know that's you.

thanks for thinking of me. i'm happy to help. honored, even.

i generally have several madness-inducing hallucinations before breakfast.

nothing in the real world can be as frightening as what we can imagine... right?

you don't think i understand what it's like to be abandoned? forgotten?

i'll be damed if my best friend is going to die... because he was dumb enough to trust me.

i'm sorry. i'm never going to be the hero you want me to be.

next time i see you, i'm going to kick your butt for this dying crap.

you have ten seconds to walk way. nine... oh, screw it.

there are better ways to spend your energy.

that looks like it's gotta hurt. well, i say that like i'm speculating or something. i know it hurts.

we chose to be a family.

if there's hope for us... there's hope for everyone.

you still haven't figured it out?

life's just a game... and this time, you lose.

i seem to have made myself an enemy of all the bad guys.

it's too late. you had your chance.

i'm just getting started.

hard to forget that night, huh?

in a way, this was the site of your first great failure.

ah... memories.

you can't stop crime. that's what you never understood.

you want to rule them by fear, but what do you do to those who aren't afraid?

i'm doing what you won't.

i'm taking them out.

now tell me... how does it feel?

is that what you think this is about?

i don't know what clouds your judgement worse. your guilt or your antiquated sense of morality.

i forgive you for not saving me.

he took me away from you.

i am no one's son.

what do you think this was all about?

welcome to planet earth, baby.

fear isn't the answer.

you son of a bitch.

we were friends, helping each other pick up the pieces of our lives.

it might not be a popular thought, but not everyone wants to be alive.

can you hear it?

funny, i actually escaped death.

the past keeps dragging me back.

they're not monsters. they're victims of programming, abuse, and trauma.

they can change.

fact is, they're just like us.

we became something else.

you hurt a lot of people.

we don't discriminate here.

sometimes you don't know what you want 'til you learn what you don't.

trust? you? i'll give it a try. but i'll tell you right now, i'm probably going to screw it up.

guys like us? the life we lead? we're never truly alone.

i have no idea who you people are.

you pompous ass.

before i kill you, i want the truth.

i'd like to think i'm an open-minded guy.

sure it was fun. but does that mean it was right?

sometimes i wonder if i'm just part of the problem.

i'm not doing one more damn mission with them unless you get me someone i can trust to watch my back.

knew you couldn't do it.

it's official. class is in session.

[icaruspendragon]

remember in 1x12 (faith) when dean has the conversation with the faith healer and he says, "why? why me? out of all the sick people, why save me?" and the healer answers, "well, like i said before, the lord guides me. i looked into your heart and you just... stood out from all the rest." and dean asks, "what did you see in my heart?" and the faith healer answers, "a young man with an important purpose- a job to do. and it isn't finished."

and then remember when in 2x13 (houses of the holy) when sam asks dean, "why can't you even consider the possibility?" and dean says "what, that this is an angel?" and sam says "yes. maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop. maybe this is god's will." and then dean says "okay. all right. you know what? i get it. you've got faith. that's -- hey, that's good for you. i'm sure it makes things easier. i'll tell you who else had faith like that -- mom. she used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. in fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me." and sam says, "you never told me that." and dean responds, "what's to tell? she was wrong. there was nothing protecting her. there's no higher power. there's no god. there's just chaos and violence. and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. so you want me to believe in this stuff? i'm gonna need to see some hard proof. you got any?"

and then remember in 4x01 (lazarus rising) when dean meets castiel and asks "who are you?" and castiel says, "i'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." and then again dean asks, "who are you?" and castiel responds, "castiel." and dean says, "yeah i figured that much, i mean what are you?" and cas says, "i'm an angel of the lord." and dean says, "get the hell out of here. there's no such thing." and cas shows him the fearsome wrath of heaven and later dean says, "look pal i'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" and cas says, "i told you." and dean says, "right. and why would an angel, rescue me from hell?" and cas tells him, "good things do happen, dean." and dean says, "not in my experience." and cas asks him, "what's the matter?" and then tells him, "you don't think you deserve to be saved." and dean asks, "why'd you do it?" and cas tells him "because god commanded it. because we have work for you."

and then remember when in 4x16 (on the head of a pin) when cas is talking to dean in the hospital and dean asks, "is it true? did i start all of this?" and cas has to say, "yes. when we discovered lilith's plan for you... we laid siege to hell, and we fought our way to get to you before you --" and dean cuts in to say "jump-started the apocalypse." and cas' gaze turns skyward as he says, "but we were too late." and dean asks, "why didn't you just leave me there, then?" and cas, with eyes still upward says, "it's not... blame that falls on you, dean. it's fate." and cas turns his gaze downward once more as he says, "and the righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it." and then he turns to dean, looking at him for the first time, and says, "you have to stop it." and dean asks, "lucifer? the apocalypse? what does that mean?" and cas looks away from him and says nothing so dean says, "hey. don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. what does that mean?" and cas is staring resolutely forward as he says, "i don't know." and dean exclaims "bull!" and cas once more says, "i don't." before looking at dean again and saying, "dean, they don't tell me much. i know... how our fate rests with you." and then dean, with tears in his eyes says, "well, then you guys are screwed." and then he says, "i can't do it, cas. it's too big." and then he says, "alastair was right. i'm not all here. i'm not -- i'm not strong enough." and then cas looks back and dean and dean looks away from cas for the first time since the conversation started and says, "well, i guess i'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be." and cas looks away and dean says "find someone else. it's not me." and the tears dean has been trying so hard to hold back finally fall.

anyway. i just thought all of that was kinda interesting.

[milla-frenchy]

Blackmail

4k5 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Joel Miller Summary: in exchange for his help to let Joel and you out of the QZ, a new soldier, Javier, asks him for something more than just ration cards Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dubcon. Cucking chair, praise kink, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, rimming, anal, threesome, double penetration, creampie a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog Kate, I can't thank you enough for helping me and beta-ing me. Thank you SO MUCH ILY 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️

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Joel had to go pick up supplies from Bill and Frank. He had started to prepare his equipment for the next evening, and was waiting for the usual guard to give him the agreed Oxy pills. But another guard showed up at the appointment. A new one, arrived in the QZ a few weeks ago. Joel had seen him some times since then, and he didn't like his smugness.

“John was assigned to another position. He told me about you. You’re gonna do business with me, Miller, if you want to get out of the QZ tomorrow.”

Joel frowned. Annoyed by this unexpected situation, and having to deal with a soldier he didn't know, and whose smirk he just wanted to wipe off his face.

“And John thought I would trust a guy who just got here?”

“John and I were together in Kansas City, before he came to Boston. The KC QZ is down now, and I joined him here so that we work as a team like we did there. There are guys like you in every QZ Miller, don’t think you’re the boss.”

Joel smiled and said “you have a big mouth for a new guy. I'll check if John can vouch for you, and we'll do business if everything’s ok. Your name?"

“Javier Peña. Peña, to you” he said with a smirk. Joel thought Peña was an asshole and the worst part was he totally owned it.

Joel handed the usual ration cards to Peña, who laughed at him.

"Oh no. I'm not a softy like John. You’re gonna have to give me more than that if you want to get out.”

Joel’s nostrils wrinkled at this guy’s insolence.

“Your price?”

“Oh, no worries, it will cost you a lot less in resources.”

“Spit it out.”

"Your girlfriend. Tonight," Peña smirked.

Joel grabbed Peña by the throat and pushed him against the wall, but the man pushed him back.

“I saw you walking around with her in the area. You must be proud to walk around with a woman like that. You see I'm nice, it won't cost you anything in ration cards."

Joel smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

“You know Miller, I know enough about you to ruin your life here. Your small domination of the contraband market, if you don't want it to end, you'll have to review your priorities. And your possessions. It's up to you how much you need to get outta the QZ tomorrow night"

Joel was thinking fast. His desire to beat Peña’s face quickly gave way to his concern about rationing. Survival was complicated in the QZ, with Fireflies' bombardments creating a shortage of supplies. He looked Peña in the eye and said, “see you here in 2 hours”

“Sure, Miller,” the man replied with a smirk.

Joel came back to the apartment, you were packing your backpack getting ready to leave for Bill and Frank’s. As soon as he entered, you saw that something was wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“John has been reassigned. A new guard took over. I stopped by at John’s before coming home, the guy is sure”

“Okay, what’s the problem then?”

"His price."

“Damn Joel, we’re almost out of ration cards. How much does he want?”

“He doesn't want cards. He wants… fuck… He wants you. Tonight”

You leaned back in your chair when you heard his words “son of a bitch…”

“We’ll think of something. We'll try to exit through another passage,” Joel said.

"You know we can’t, we already tried. Damn that motherfucker… what did you tell him?”

“That I'll meet him… in an hour now, at the usual rdv point.”

"OK. We’ll go meet him then.” You saw Joel’s look, and you explained to him: “we’ll try to find something else to offer him”

You looked at each other, gloomily. One motherfucker was screwing up your business, asking you the worst possible thing.

When you arrived, Peña wasn't there. Just as you were about to leave, he showed up.

“You make us wonder if you’re serious, Peña. Will you be that punctual when you have to take us out?”

“When I take you out, we’ll be doing business. Here, we lay the foundations, right?”

He turned to you, and looked at you from head to toe.

“You’re pretty, Hermosa. Ready to do business with me?”

“We can offer you pills. Meds. What do you want instead of ration cards?”

“The problem, Hermosa, is that I don’t need any pills or meds. I'm not some junkie guard you can pressure in exchange for his fix. My offer is non-negotiable. Either we agree right now, or you take another path.”

He looked at you, then at Joel, smiled and said “Oh right… there ain't any other paths”

You looked at Joel who was clenching his fists, furious. And you said, “Okay. My terms.”

“Let’s see if you can be reasonable”, Peña replied, smiling

“Our apartment. Joel will be there the whole time. And it will only happen once.”

“Mmmm… I don’t mind the idea of ​​having an audience. But it will be in my apartment, no way I’m going to yours, what if it’s a trap. And it will happen once, okay. Once per exit. If you need to leave the QZ again, the conditions will be the same”

Peña looked at you, then at Joel. “Deal?”

You answered “deal”, with a crestfallen face. Joel nodded, his lips pursed.

"Perfect! Pleasure making business with you!” The soldier was smiling again. 

As you were leaving, you heard him say “Don’t fuck with me Miller”

Neither of you turned around.

You walked home in silence. Once home, Joel let his anger out “No way. No way we’re letting him win this… that… That’s insane. As if you are a fucking commodity”

“Enough Joel”

“Enough? How can you be so calm?”

"We have no choice. Many women go through… this to get resources. I had to do it in the past.”

Your gaze softened when you saw Joel’s expression.

“I’m supposed to prevent this from happening, sweetheart”

“We have no choice, Joel. This bastard got us. But we’ll get out of this. And we’re gonna grab everything we need so we won’t have to go out before this asshole gets assigned somewhere else.”

You arrived at Peña's apartment at the agreed time.

He opened the door, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile on his lips, and you saw him for the first time without his uniform and helmet.

Brown mustache, broad shoulders. Tight black shirt that showed off his biceps. Tight black jeans. Quite a handsome man, you thought. Telling yourself that it would possibly be more pleasant that way, before feeling guilty. 

Joel’s presence made you hope that he wouldn’t behave like a total psycho.

He let you in, and gave Joel a nod, to which he didn’t respond.

A bottle of whiskey and 3 glasses were placed on the coffee table in his living room. His apartment was clean and smelled good. Turning your head to the right, you saw part of his bedroom. His bed with white sheets. Looking good.

You swallowed your saliva, and said “let’s get it over with, Peña”

He smiled at you, and said “Javier for you. Javi even, if we get along”

You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on Joel’s arm, ready to explode.

Javier filled the three glasses and said "let's have a drink, we're not savages."

Javier was enjoying his drink looking at you, smiling.

Joel finished his quickly, tapping the glass against the table to set it down.

You drank yours in one go, in need of liquid courage.

Without taking his eyes off you, Javier told Joel to go and sit in the armchair in his bedroom, near the bed. Joel looked at you then walked towards Javier pointing his finger at him “nothing twisted. You hurt her I’ll tear you apart”

“Relax man. I'm here for her pleasure and mine. I never hurt ladies. Quite the opposite in fact.”

Joel looked at you again and went to sit in the assigned place.

Javier extended his arm in the same direction, smiling at you - without his usual smirk - to invite you to go to the bedroom.

Near the bed, you turned towards him and began to undress.

“Wow wow Hermosa. No rush.”

You stopped your movements and lowered your arms alongside your body, while Javi moved closer to you.

To your astonishment, he caressed your cheek with his hand, and kissed your other cheek delicately. His mustache brushed against your skin, it was silky and didn't sting. He smelled good. 

“You’re beautiful, baby”

You were confused.

“Listen, Hermosa. I’m not a freak. I won’t hurt you. I just want us to have a good time. Not just me, but you too. If you let me take care of you, maybe it will be more pleasant for you, and for me too. And your boyfriend sitting next to you might be able to relax too.”

Your gaze shifted from Javier’s eyes to Joel’s, who nodded. He also thought that it would be more pleasant for you if you could relax.

You thought about the times you had to have sex with men in exchange for equipment, ammo, meds. When you had to look at the ceiling waiting for them to finish, with the urge to vomit at hearing their grunts. And when, disgusted, you did your best to make them cum in your mouth as quickly as possible.

Ok…why not try something else and let him do as he said?

“Can I have another glass of whiskey?” you asked. 

“Of course, Hermosa”. He went to get the bottle and the three glasses, which he filled. You bottomed yours in one go, and said “Ok, Javier” using his first name to try to keep him in this rather… pleasant state of mind.

Joel had his 2nd drink.

Javier didn't.

Javier moved closer to you, unbuttoning your blouse, and brushing his hands over your breasts, going down to each button. You couldn’t help but shiver when you felt his touch, which made him smile.

He pushed aside the tails of your blouse and revealed your breasts in a bra. Their soft plus, spilling out.

“your breasts are beautiful Hermosa”

He took them in his hands gently, stroking their roundness, then slipped his hands behind your back to unhook your bra. He took it off and dropped it to the floor, before taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking it gently, your other breast covered by his warm hand. You moaned and closed your eyes under the effect of his mouth and his tongue. He was good at it. You opened your eyes, looking at Joel, who nodded again, and saw him readjusting in his jeans.

Your attention shifted back to Javier, who was unbuttoning your pants and then tugged them down to the top of your thighs. He slid his hand against your crotch and felt your wetness in your panties. He smiled.

He kissed you, first placing his lips on yours, and pressing your body against his. You felt the bulge of his crotch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours. You welcomed him with desire, his actions and words made you forget why you were in this soldier's bedroom, with your partner watching you, sitting in an armchair near the bed.

Javier grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down, getting on his knees as he grabbed your pants as well, before removing the entire thing from your ankles.

He looked at you and just when you thought he was going to get up, he ran his tongue over your pussy. You tensed and looked at Joel who had grabbed the arms of the chair. You shook your head “no”, telling him to stay seated.

No man you had to fuck for resources had ever eaten you out. They were there to fuck, and didn't care about your pleasure. This was… new. And even if the intimacy made you uncomfortable, the contact of his tongue was already having its effects.

"You're wet, Hermosa. Good"

And you couldn't help biting your lip and closing your eyes, as he continued to lick you gently, parting your pussy with his fingers so he could push his tongue deeper between your folds.

You put your hand over your mouth, holding back a moan. No one else had made you cum, besides Joel, in years. And you were now standing in front of a man who had blackmailed you, and whom you had met a few hours before.

Javier got up, and asked you in a soft voice to go sit on the bed. Then he took off his shirt, revealing his broad, hairless torso. He was handsome, muscular, but not too much. His broad shoulders made you want to curl up on them like a cat. 

Then he unzipped his jeans.

He approached you and you looked at Joel, who had a less… furious look than you thought. You looked at Javi’s crotch, he was hard. Before you could think about it further, Javi was in front of you.

“I won’t force you to suck my dick. But I really wish you would, when I see those pretty lips. Would you like to pull down my jeans and see if you like my cock enough to?”

Shit… you definitely didn’t expect the evening to go like that.

You placed your hands on his hips, and looked at the bulge that the jeans couldn't hide. He had a big cock. You started to pull down his jeans. He had no underwear. His cock sprang out, pointing up at the ceiling.

“Fuck…”

He smiled and said “come on baby, don’t tell me that this big guy doesn’t have a big cock too. Everything about him exudes cock domination. The big, strong, man everyone is afraid of”. But apparently not Javi.

You looked up at Javier then rolled your eyes.

You looked down at his cock again. Pink. A few veins, including a major one on the side. He was well groomed, his balls firm and… tempting.

The  thickness and length was equivalent to Joel's cock.

You hesitated for one last second then spat into your hand, before grabbing his cock and starting to jerk him off.

Joel in the armchair, was watching you from the side, then his eyes raised towards Javier who was caressing your cheek. His blood, which was boiling with anger, gradually gave way to the excitement. He never thought that would be the case, but seeing you seduced by another man, wanting another man, excited him. He felt more and more cramped in his jeans.

You grabbed Javier by the hips and pulled him closer to you, before running your saliva onto the tip of his cock. You placed your thumb and swirled it gently before starting to jerk him again. Then you brought your tongue closer, and licked his slit, tasting his precum, slightly salty. You moaned and took him into your mouth, gently sucking and licking his tip. His cock felt…good. The more you had his cock in your mouth, the more you salivated. You lowered your mouth to the edges of his tip, licking them with the tip of your tongue, before taking him entirely back into your mouth, this time encircling him with your lips, and starting a back and forth movement where you took him more and more into your mouth.

“Fuck Hermosa you… that’s so good”  Javier hadn't said a word for several minutes, your effect on him was that big.

Your hand that was placed on his hip came down to cup his balls. 

“Damn… you’re gonna kill me”

You were sucking his full length, your nose burying in his pubic hairs. You moaned, having forgotten the situation completely. You moved your mouth up from the base of his shaft to the tip, wrapping your lips around it, then you pulled him out of your mouth.

You couldn't resist tasting his balls. You looked up at him, the tip of your tongue level with the tip of his cock, and gently lowered it down to his balls.

“Mierda…”

You started to jerk him off again, and you licked his ball. Hairless. You felt it rolling under your tongue, before moving on to the second one. You licked them for a long time, moving from one to the other, before taking his cock back into your mouth and sucking his entire length.

Javier’s hands, previously resting on your head without applying pressure, began to press against your temples. He accompanied your movement, moaning, until he said “ok pretty girl, come lie down otherwise I’m gonna cum in your mouth”

You released him, licking his tip one last time, and lay down, looking at Joel. He had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Hands resting on the arms of the chair.

Javi removed his jeans and came to lie down, his head between your legs. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on you, the taste was delicious”

He parted your folds with his fingers, and without taking his eyes off you he ran his tongue over your wet pussy, from your hole to the clit. You moaned and said “oh god…Javi”, cupping your breasts in your hands. You spread your thighs to give him more access and you heard him say "mmm...you taste so good Hermosa...you're so wet"

You looked at Joel again. He held his cock in his hand and was jerking himself gently. He looked wrecked. He saw your gaze blurring with pleasure, and he gripped his cock tighter, continuing to jerk off.

Javi was still eating you out, running his tongue through your folds, then lingering on your clit. He gently rubbed against the mattress and you heard him moan. You felt his fingers caress your pussy, mingling with his tongue. Then he inserted two fingers into your soaking pussy, focusing on your clit with his tongue.

“I want you to cum on my tongue and on my fingers hermosa. Cum for me, I wanna hear you”

He turned his fingers to find your sensitive spot, you felt an incredible heat and pleasure rising from deep within your insides. He came to place a hand on yours, which was caressing your breasts, continuing to finger fuck you with the other, and to suck your clit with his tongue.

‘Oh Javi… Javi… I’m gonna come. Please continue. Oh my god.. Oh… Javi!!!”

You exploded in pleasure, your stomach tightening in spasms. He continued to suck on your clit gently, then when your twitching subsided, his tongue joined his fingers inside your pussy. He groaned as he licked all your juices.

He then moved away from your crotch, his mouth and chin glistening. He wiped them with the back of his hand, smiling.

"It doesn't surprise me that you want to keep her so much" he told Joel, but without insolence this time.

“I’m gonna fuck you now baby”

He lay down between your legs and took his cock in his hand, before inserting the tip into your pussy. He stopped at the entrance and kissed you languidly, his tongue searching for yours, then sucking it from his lips. While the two of you were still kissing, he slowly pushed in half of his cock, before pulling back and then pushing in again, this time bottoming out.

He groaned and started to fuck you. Slowly and deeply. You felt every nerve rubbing inside you. His rhythm was soft and sensual. He kissed your cheek, and watched you before kissing you again, softly.

Then he said, still looking at you “wanna join us Miller?”

You widened your eyes, before turning your surprised gaze to Joel.

“I can share. I'm sure the two of us would do you even more good. So?" he asked looking at Joel who was looking at you. You swallowed, and nodded at him. Joel waited a few seconds, stunned by the situation. Then he got up and took off his clothes, before moving closer to the bed. Javi pulled out of you, and said “take my place”. You looked at them and felt yourself getting even wetter.

Joel moved between your legs, stroked your hair with one hand, and entered you gently.

“Oh fuck… Joel…”

Joel closed his eyes from the pleasure he felt. Fucking you after Javier woke something animalistic in him. Feline.

His hips thrusts were almost as gentle as those of Javier, who had settled into the chair that Joel had occupied a few minutes before, jerking off.

“Do you like being shared like that hermosa?”

Your eyes locked with Joel's, you nodded “yeah… yeah I love that”

After a few minutes, Javi stood up and said, "on all fours, pretty girl"

Joel got up, and you settled on your hands and knees. Javi came to sit against the headboard in front of you, his cock clutched in his hand.

Joel put his hands on your hips, and thrust into you, picking up a faster pace this time.

You took Javi’s cock in ​​your hand, and began to suck him, to the rhythm of Joel's cock strokes.

“That’s good hermosa… you’re doing so well. Do you like that, having both of our cocks in you?”

You nodded, your mouth full of his cock. You worked hard to suck him deeper and deeper.

Joel groaned as he watched you suck Javi, and he started to fuck you harder. The pace kept you from taking as much of Javi into your mouth as you wanted, causing you to groan at the loss, and you focused on his tip with your tongue.

Joel slowed down and said "you wanna suck him sweetheart? All of him? Go ahead, suck him”

"Come on Hermosa, listen to your man. He wants you to feel good"

You grabbed the base of his cock, and took him back into your mouth, sucking up and down, deeper and deeper each time. Until he held your head with his hand, and told you "keep me warm princess"

Joel stopped and frowned, waiting for your reaction, to see if you wanted to back off or not. You didn't move, and kept Javi's cock deep in your throat until he released you.

“Good girl”, he said. 

You resumed your movement, and that time Joel grabbed your neck, holding you down on Javi's cock back down your throat, which made him smile.

Joel released his grip, but kept his hand on your neck, accompanying your movements.

Joel picked up the pace slightly again, making you moan under his thrusts. He slid his hand up to your clit, and brushed it gently, before rolling it under his finger. You moaned, Javi’s cock deep in your throat for the 3rd time.

“Come on, cum for both of us this time hermosa. Cum with his cock deep in your pussy and my cock in your throat”

Javi's words turned you on to the max, Joel stroked you just right to make you cum, and you moaned during the climax of your pleasure, your nose in Javi's public hair again.

Joel slipped out off you and said "fuck him now sweetheart". Javi slid underneath you to lay down, you took his cock in your hand and pushed him inside you. Both of you moaned.

Joel sat on his knees, staying behind you, and he spread your ass cheeks with his hands to watch Javi’s cock sink into your pussy.

“Fuck baby… I never thought it would turn me on so much to see you take a cock other than mine”

“Yeah baby? You like that?”

“Mmm mmm”

Joel leaned over your ass, and dropped his saliva on it. He placed his thumb on the ring, and began to caress you.

He told you “wanna try more baby”?

You turned to look at him, and said “Yes Joel…. Yeah” You looked at Javi, who said “fuck me…” with a surprised but delighted look.

Joel spread your cheeks, and licked your ass. Dripped saliva on it. Touched it with his thumb. Then he focused his tongue on it, working to roll it against your ring to relax it.

“Do you like it Hermosa? Do you like getting your ass licked?”

“Yeah… fuck… yeah i love that”

Regularly, Joel would pass your thumb over your ass, bringing it in gradually, spreading your buttocks as far as possible. The indecent position excited you immensely, coupled with Javi's cock ravaging your pussy.

“You have lube Peña?”

“Yeah 1st dresser drawer”. Joel went to retrieve it, opened the bottle and took a dab on his fingers, coming to apply it on your ass. His thumb went in easily now.

Javi gave you a boost for a few minutes, before slowing down to let Joel settle in.

“You’re naughty, baby… you know that?”

You licked his lips before biting them gently.

Joel opened the bottle again and applied lube to his cock, then he settled between your legs.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah… go ahead Joel, fuck me”

"You often take it in the ass?" Javi asked. 

“Yes… but the double, it will be the first time”

“Ok hermosa, you’re in good hands”

Javi stopped, his cock buried in your pussy, letting Joel manage the pace. Joel pressed his cock against your ass, and began to thrust, your ring gently spreading as he went in. 

You felt every inch of your body acclimating to his shaft.

He pushed in slowly, grunting. Before pulling back, and pushing again. He started to move back and forth, until his balls hit against your pussy occupied by Javi's cock.

“Fuck baby… didn’t know you were such a slut.”

Each of them felt the other's cock through the thin wall of flesh.

Your clit rubbed against Javi, you felt your pleasure rising. Joel’s hands were fixed on your waist, Javi’s on your hips. You weren’t moving, letting your body sway according to their movements.

Looking up, you saw that Javi’s gaze was on Joel, watching him with a satisfied smile.

Javi looked down at your jiggling breasts and said, “Cum hermosa. One last time. Squeeze our cocks, make us cum in both your holes”

You kissed him, in a messy way, until your orgasm made you capsize. They gave you time to come back to yourself, then gradually increased the pace, until they were fucking you hard.

Javi said “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna fill your pussy. You have an after pill, Miller?”

“Yeah go ahead. Fill her up”

Javi kissed you passionately until his moans became grunts, and you felt him shoot the jets of cum deep into your pussy. He pulled out, and you heard Joel's panting speed up.

Joel's hands tightened on your hips, and he froze deep in your ass, sending his hot cum deep into your insides.

He collapsed on your back, while you were lying on top of Javi.

Your breathing struggled to calm down.

Then Joel got up, and Javi followed him. 

You laid down on your stomach, and felt their cum dripping from both of your sore and swollen holes.

“Well… you deserve to go out of the QZ tomorrow,” Javi said, smiling.

Part 2

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[rubydubydoo122]

As much as I hate to say it, and as much as I love Jason ToddI'm gonna need DC to kill him again, and keep him dead this time.

Now before you come at me, let me explain why I think this. Jason Todd is a character that while alive will always be connected to Gotham, and because of his differing morals with Batman, he will always be in a cycle of conflict with him. We saw it in UTRH, we saw it in RHATO, we saw it in Gotham Wars. Because Jason isn't a villain (I feel like in UTRH he was an anti-hero, and any actions that didn't align with the morals he set during that time is because he was villainized by Batman) Bruce's actions feel overtly brutal (batarang to the neck, beating him so har his helmet broke, chemically altering him to feel fear) especially since it's towards his SON the one he claims to have mourned. It's a vicious cycle that isn't fair to Jason, and it's major character assassination of Bruce. It's overdone and I am sick and tired of it, but I do not see either characters backing down from their moral stances.

Now you might be thinking, just because Bruce and Jason don't get along doesn't mean they can't make up-- they've tried. Multiple time. Every time Jason and Bruce take a step in the direction of being close to each other again, Bruce becomes a control freak and abuses Jason like he's his own personal punching bag, and there's only so many times someone can forgive someone before enough is enough.

But I still haven't explained why specifically I think Jason should die again. And it's because of two reasons. Jason deserves peace, and as long as he's a ghost walking on earth, he won't be able to get that. Also because it would make Great Angst. We all know Bruce would break if he lost Jason again. He's going to push everyone away, and if you're going to have Bruce push everyone away, give him consequences for his actions.but we saw how protective Dick got during Gotham Wars. Just imagine Dick walking up towards Bruce and saying, "It might've been my fault last time for not picking up his calls, but this time, you can't deny that this, is all your fault." "How dare you! He was my son!" "You lost him once, and when he came back you treated him worse than any of the loonies in Arkham. You don't miss him at all. You only feel guilty because of your goddamned savior complex. You only treat him like your son when he's dead."

and while we're at it, maybe Tim can have a complete crisis. He had to pick up the pieces of Bruce in the aftermath of Jason's death last time, and look where that got him. All of his friends and family died. He was never truly recognized for guiding Bruce out of the dark, and we all know that Tim is one inconvenience from killing a bitch. Maybe this is it. I actually think it would be hilarious for Tim to take up the Red Hood mantle, Only to screw with Bruce. Because he knows that's what Jason would've wanted.

Have Damian afraid of what Bruce has become in guilt. Have Damians castle of worship for his father come tumbling down, because Damian always knew his father loved all of the previous Robins more than him, and if his father no longer wanted them, what was stopping Bruce from sending him back to the League.

Like DC if you're going to use Jason as a catalyst for an event, kill him off again. last time it was on a whim. This time, do it on purpose. This time, give his death a purpose. This time, make sure his death changes something, because god, Bruce has fucked up so much.

[fullstcp]

Behind the Eyes Sentence Starters

( dialogue prompts from the ninth episode of the fifth season of fox's prison break. feel free to edit and change as you see fit )

"Do you know that you're a psychopath?"

"Look, you want to screw something up?"

"Nobody wants to die to their old life."

"Kept telling myself this was gonna be my last lie."

"That is not your child."

"You son of a bitch."

"You didn't love me. Your ego's too big."

"Our love was real."

"I still love you."

"Got to give you credit."

"This place is gonna burn down in ten minutes."

"I didn't draw a map."

"We need to run."

"What are you doing up here?"

"I just want to make sure that we're getting the right guy."

"Maybe we should ask questions, damn it."

"We get this done the right way."

"I told you. We want to disappear, we disappear."

"Don't make me choose like this."

"Is it really even a choice?"

"Don't turn around. Run! Go!"

"Come back to me. Come back to me, sweetheart."

"We got to stay focused, alright?"

"This is not over. Not by a long shot."

"You didn't let me down. You couldn't have known."

"We're so close because of you."

"You got me home."

"There's nothing we can do."

"We've got to get you out of here right now."

"Is the blood freaking you out like it's freaking me out?"

"I'm gonna take you somewhere safe, where those people that are trying to hurt you can't reach you."

"Why would they try and hurt me?"

"It's because I love you. And they're trying to hurt me."

"There are some things I haven't told you about me."

"I sent that letter to you for a reason."

"We'll be safe here for now."

"I know this is gonna be hard to believe, but I'm basically a secret agent."

"We were just talking about you."

"I'm giving you one last chance to save your life."

"Are you threatening my life?"

"I want you free and clear, and if that's the only way to do it, then I got to be the one that does it."

"They don't got the killing gene."

"No one is getting caught."

"There's a very specific order to this."

"Do we work together, make a trade so we both get what we want?"

"You had me running there for a bit, thinking I'd done something wrong."

"You brought me all this way."

"You gave me family."

"Don't touch that, please."

"You're not holding the cards."

"You're better than I thought."

"The truth is whatever you tell people it is. You taught me that."

"I guess I would have one question for you."

"What's really strange is...things actually working out."

[very-straight-blog]

I hated the way Otto treated Aegon this episode. His son just died and there he is telling Aegon how incompetent and stupid he is and how his father never wanted him on the throne and that they are usurping it (a throne he didn't want but they make him took anyways and now his son is dead because of it). His great-grandson just died and he is bitching about some ratchatchers. I know Aegon acted impulsively but he is completely alone in his grief. That scene in the council room made me so sad, he was about to have a panic attack when Otto suggested using the funeral as propaganda. He said no and even Helaena said no and although they are King and Queen they words didn't matter. Can someone hug Aegon and tell him they are sorry?? The smallfolk cared more about Jaehaerys death than his own family. I can't believe they made me dislike Otto.

Seriously, yes! In general, Aegon's plot in this episode completely ruined me. Yes, he's experiencing the loss of his son all alone, despite the fact that he's surrounded by his relatives. Alicent and Otto act like they don't care. He could find solace with Helaena, but he doesn't have enough emotional intelligence and strength at the moment to be the one who comforts, and that's exactly what Helaena (and both of them) need, so he just awkwardly avoids her. Plus, in a patriarchal society, he, as a man, doesn't even have the right to openly grieve - he must remain strong and cold-blooded and he repeats several times that he's afraid to seem weak, so he can only show his real emotions alone with himself when no one sees him - and then he sobs. No one asks him if he's okay, no one comforts him, not even Alicent, who saw him right at that moment - she just leaves. It's all breaking my heart, I just want to hug him. Even after his son's death, he talks about him in the present tense and refuses the idea of a public funeral until the last, it feels like only he and Helaena care, really.

As for Otto, I didn't understand at all what the screenwriters wanted to do. Make the greens look like monsters again? Thank you. Because in a situation where a person from Rhaenyra's side cut off Jaehaerys's head, there's no need for some evil plan to make her look bad. We really shouldn't have listened to Otto and the others repeat a bunch of times that they want to use boy's funeral for propaganda. And then? They also show Otto as stupid, because if you see that all the ratcatchers have been hanged, that's it, you've already screwed up in controlling the king. Maybe - just maybe - if you want to keep the remnants of influence, don't yell at him and call him an idiot. I'm just saying. But yes, Otto, Alicent and Criston are making me more and more disgusted.

[lightningbreath]

I HATE ganlink and ganzel, but, mostly, I HATE Ganondorf.

I swear, how can there be people who ship a demon who always seeks to FUCK WITH THE LIVES OF THE KINGDOM AND THE PROTAGONISTS and say that "" oh, but he's a victim "", "" oh, it's Hylia's fault""" , "" ain, but look carefully """.

Look, nothing!!! I swear, every time I see fanarts or fanfics or the number of people who support this with the shitty excuse of """ oh, Link/Zelda will show what's good about him"" (that's when it's not a romanticization of rape or abusive relationship). And you know what's the worst, it's the fact that Nintendo's shit makes him ""physically attractive"" since it seems like if you're physically attractive you can do whatever the fuck you want and people not only will forgive you, as he will glorify you.

My God, Ganondorf isn't even a gray villain, with layers, NO!!! He's just the typical shit villain who wants to dominate and kill just because he likes (and no, neither do I). come with Ganondorf from WW, because that was ridiculous, "" oh, I just wanted a better place, I just wanted the wind"" and then he tries to invade a Kingdom that isn't his and condemns the gerudo and Hyrule, he he's just a selfish spoiled brat who tried to play the victim).

And I'm not even going to talk about Ghirahim's ship with Link here because it's ridiculous and disgusting, ""haha, let's ship Link with the guys who screwed up his life for active and passive because GAY SEX, haha""". I hate sidlink and malink, but at least the stories and fanarts are cute, the relationships are healthy and, most importantly, MALON AND SÍDON NEVER TRIED TO FUCK LINK'S LIFE!!!!

I like fanarts that place Ganondorf, Zelda and Link as "unlikely friends" or with Zelda and Link destroying or mocking Ganondorf but that's it, if you want to do a story where he finds the Light, do it. BUT DON'T INVOLVE LINK AND ZELDA IN THIS, THEY HAVE NO RESPONSIBILITY OR DUTY IN """RESCUING GANONDORF"""!!!

All games say that Ganondorf is only king because he is the ''''chosen one''''. If there's anyone who enjoys the '''divine monarchy''' it's this son of a bitch. Another thing, seriously, just because there is a conflict in Gaza (it seems to ignore what Hamas does to its own people) and because he is dark-skinned, he cannot be a villain? Please, it would be a problem if all Gerudos were portrayed as villains.

It makes me sick to see how a part of the fandom always wants to find a way to make Ganondorf a '''gray villain''' when they aren't crying and kicking because Nintendo doesn't justify all his actions as a '''poor thing and as Hyrule is the great hidden evil'''.

And the stupidest thing is why these people ask this, since it seems like they can't ask for more '''complexity''' from Ganondorf without talking about his shitty race, I'll bet my house that if Ganondorf were a white man, clearly heterosexual, no one would say anything about him being a cartoonish villain.

The mistakes of the royal family of Hyrule have never been hidden, some even come to light (the history of the Yiga, the Civil War in Oot), but it seems that these people would only keep quiet if Ganondorf decimated all the Hylians. , because Hylians are evil and how dare you insinuate that a dark-skinned man from the Middle East is a shitty person and a tyrant who uses his people as instruments and blah, blah, blah.

''''Ain, but Ganondorf from Wind Waker'''', the truth is that little happened to him. That little speech of his is the same one in which Hitler told the Jews in the concentration camps that ''''Germany was destroyed by the First War and the Treaty of Versailles was destroying his people and that he only had the noble reason to empower the Germans. and that he only wanted the good of his people.'

Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Well, that's basically Ganondorf's speech.

And finally: Zelda has imperialist propaganda. Well, what's the problem? It's incredible how foreigners deify the Republic because of course, the only shit is the monarchy.

The monarchy in Latin countries was going well, with its ups and downs like every system of government and then BOOM, France, USA and England start to interfere in the politics of other countries to plunge them into wars and make it '''' democratic republics'''' completely dependent on them, a great plan, and now, the Latinos want to exchange American imperialism for Chinese, remaining slaves but changing owners. I would love imperialism like Zelda's, the races have a lot of autonomy of their own and even in the cruelest moment of the Hylian monarchy, they still managed to be self-sustainable. Ganondorf has always been a tyrant, who put his people in misery to use them as justification for his actions.

You complain about Rauru and the Hylian monarchy, but Ganondorf never wanted what was best for the Gerudo, he never wanted to live in peace with other races, he wanted to INVADE lands that weren't his (it was always implied that Hylians existed before). the Gerudo) if you have someone who is an imperialist who takes advantage of the "divine right of monarchy" that being is Ganondorf. I am very happy when I see the Gerudo prosper without the thorn in the side that is Ganondorf, I am completely in favor of that the '''gerudo men''' no longer exist and they are the incredible Amazonian tribe that they always were.

That's it, I've had this installed in my heart since I joined this fandom and finally, I'm at peace.

[candyredmusings]

Harvester (1996) Sentence Starts

A whole mix bag, but mostly NSFT and/or crack Change pronouns/gendered terms as needed!

"You killed your family?"

"You always were a kidder, [NAME]!"

"You can't live without a spinal cord, son. Nothing unnatural about that."

" You'll rot your mind playing games like that..."

"Is God a jar of strawberry preserves, a size 12 sneaker, a footlong Hogie, an all-expense paid trip to Brazil, or a NEWWW CARRRRR?"

"Pot roast isn't for backstabbers. For persecutors! I won't share my meat with him!"

"Hello, [NAME]. Care to stay for some pot roast?"

"My meat! MY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!"

"Ah, shit! Ah, shit on a stickaroo!"

"What are you talking about, this TV is brand new! There are no TVs with color on them."

"When a bee stings, it rips itself apart and dies for its audacity. This appeals to those worshipping a God that demands sacrifice and atonement. But the wasp is promiscuous. They are not as sympathetic to the masses because they don't die when they sting. They live to sting another day... and they take pleasure from that."

"Cut the crap. We both know you set that fire."

" I'm not threatening you...I just want to help."

"You can't shoot me... I'm an American! I have rights!"

"Ahhh... art's for Commies, anyway."

" You're a little vain, huh?"

"Uh, you're not that hot... get over it, toots."

"Yeah, I offed him all right."

"Nah, a nice fairy left it under my pillow."

"You're welcome to have this evidence, with my compliments."

"But what about civic responsibility?"

"You're a little brat."

"But you're a woman."

"Sure, I'd love to get it on with the ladies!"

"What's communism got to do with anything?"

"How can you SAY something so horrible?"

"[NAME]'s a swell name! My dog's name is [NAME]!"

"Nothing like an exploding head to get the blood pumping. . . . Literally, that is."

"The hell it is! You always were a kidder, [NAME]. Any real news to tell me?"

"I mean I don't know anyone! I don't remember anything! How many times do I have to say it?!"

"I need to feel something again."

"Yeah, I know what that crazy little bitch said, but it's not true!

"What makes you so sure she needs a penis?"

"I'd rather die than become as twisted as you."

"Would I kid about something like that? Why won't you believe me?"

"Screwing in the school broom closet. What will people think?"

"I did not speak, but my mind touched yours."

"I expect nothing. What must unfold will."

"Sure would be nice to have one'a them girly pi'cher books..."

"I don't know what it is about marriage that turns even the bravest man into a coward!"

"[NAME] has a... a liking for me. I'd call it a crush, but that's too innocent a word."

"That child needs a father. . . and [NAME], well she needs a good, hard penis."

"Money isn't everything for a woman. Can money keep you warm at night? Can you wrap your thighs around it, or rake bloody gashes in its back with your painted, harlot fingernails?

"There's things you don't know about the family business... but you'll learn."

"I am glad to see you taking an interest in the business in your dad's absence."

"Safeguards? There ARE NO SAFEGUARDS ... This is the fifties."

"Sometimes I hide in there beforehand, and daddy-o, I seen some stuff that's real nasty!"

"You were always a smiley bear."

"I know it's a mystery to you... The sacred things husbands and wives do behind closed doors."

"I could use a little relaxation ... But since [NAME] isn't here, I guess I'll talk to you."

"I'd rather die than become as twisted as you."

"You insult my beauty?"

"Well that didn't work."

"Shocked? This is the mystery of motherly love."

"Everyone says motherhood is fulfilling, when in reality it's draining."

"Violence is as American as apple pie and low SAT scores!"

"From the start, children are parasites. That's what you've got to understand."

"How about some cookies? There's some rejects in the trash!"

"I'm not a person, [NAME], I'm an object."

"Young man/woman/one, we really have nothing to say to each other."

"Say, can you spare a dime for a buckaroo who's down on his luck?"

"Things'll never be the same now. Guess I'll be watching TV tonight..."

"Well, I hope you're proud of yourself ... Killing my clientele."

"Excuse me, you can't come in right now, I just mopped the floor."

"I don't remember you."

"Land's sakes! Stop your joshing, wont you?"

"You look just like my mom ... Except for the hair."

"There's nothing bizarre about baking cookies."

"Only those who seek enlighten warrant my attention."

"I've never believed in the old adage, 'spare the rod and spoil the child' ... A rod is too thin. But baseball bat, that works quite nicely."

"My stars that was exciting!"

"Good women can be awfully hard on a man's needs, don't'cha know."

"That man gives me the willies ... Speaking of willies, how's your father?"

"That's right, I am the law ... And I'm on my lunch hour."

"Sometimes, I hide in there beforehand and daddy-o! I've seen some stuff that's really nasty!"

"Are you blackmailing us, you little shit?"

"Why are you covering up for him [NAME?]"

"Obviously, [NAME] is a lesbian."

"Lack of respect for authority ... A fine trait!"

[arivsxq]

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Theme: angst, friends to lovers to enemies

Warning: +18, mention of drugs, smut, angst, JK is kinda an asshole

Song: Friends-Chase Atlantic

Word count: 1k+

A/N: hey, I was bored last night so I thought “why not write a little one shot?”. Hope u like it and sorry english is my second language so I tend to make some mistakes. Have a great dayyy

One thing I learned in the past few months is to always keep your promises. I didn't do that which led to, me lying to every single person I love only to be with the man that I loved. Can you even call it love? I think so. At least from my perspective, but from his? Did he love me or did he love the rush of excitement that came with the forbidden romance between us? I don't know and I probably won't ever know but what I know is that we both screwed up. The promise we made many years ago had its purpose and we ignored it because we were blinded by the mind-blowing sex we had when none of our friends were around.

Now we're sitting here, pretending like the past months never happened, keeping up this facade for our friends in the hope that they will never find out. The smell of weed lingers in the air, taking me back to the night before everything went down. "You want sum' "J.T. holds a package of cigarettes in his hand. I stretch my arm slightly to take one and light it up before I blow out the smoke into the cold night air. "I thought you wanted to quit" His raspy voice reaches my ears, making me stop my movements for a second. "I've changed my mind" I try to make my voice sound as normal as possible but even an idiot could see that something was off.

We were very close, even before our 'little romance' but now I couldn't even look into his eyes. "You guys are fine?" Cora asks. "Yeah, why wouldn't we?" and another lie. "You two seem off. I just thought you fought or something" She's right, we fought but that's the consequence of fucking your best friend behind closed doors. They drop the topic fortunately and out of one cigarette becomes a joint. Our five friends talk and laugh but the only quiet ones are me and him.

"I should head home now. It's past midnight and I have practice tomorrow" I get up from the bench and take my bag. "How do you get home?" Dane asks, reminding me that he had quite a few drinks by now. "Walkin' " I feel his gaze on my body and before I can think any further he stands up and says "I'll drive you". I want to say something. I want to say no, I really want to but I can't because our friends are listening. I wave them goodbye and start heading into the dark with him behind me like a guardian angel.

"I can walk" my voice echoes through the darkness, making him let out a laugh. "What's so funny?" "When will you stop lying, y/n?" I stop in my tracks and turn around to face him. "You are scared of the dark. You hate walking around at this hour"

"Things change" my answer makes him laugh again. "I still wonder how the others never found out because baby you are a terrible liar". My eyes widened at his statement but also because of the pet name he always called me when no one was around.

"I'm not a liar" another lie. "You are. You never have practice on Sundays". Fuck this son of a bitch. How does he remember every detail about me and makes me feel things I shouldn't? "I'm not the only liar here" my arms crossed in front of my chest, trying to make myself feel less exposed. "You're right but the difference is that I don't deny it" I want to rip this damn smirk off of his face, that he always makes when he knows he's right. He gets on his bike and puts his helmet on while I stand there dumbfounded. "Get on top" he throws the other helmet and I catch it. My eyes roll before putting it on and hopping behind him onto the bike. He puts on the engine after making sure my hands are secured around his waist that I knew so well and before I could feel my heart beating faster, we drove off into the night.

***

I should've known better when he said he wanted to follow me upstairs and make sure I would get home safely. But I was too dumb to think twice or maybe I hoped that this would happen. That's the reason why he's pounding inside me, right? Making me cry out the noises that he loved so much while my acrylic nails bury into his skin. I feel his muscles flex under my touch. "Fuck" he curses when my walls clench around him. His heavy breaths tickle the side of my neck while his tattooed hand goes down to stoke my waist. Soft moans escape my mouth and I feel his lips again.

My legs feel numb, the kiss deepens and I feel him hitting the spot that makes me want to scream out his name. It's like he can read my mind. Fuck you Jeon. "Do it baby. Say my name" he grunts beside my ear. I whine at the pleasure that starts building up inside me and as much I hate him, I still can't get enough of him. "Say my name baby. Tell me who makes you feel good"

"Fuck you, Jungkook" is the only thing I get out before the knot in my stomach explodes and my orgasm rolls all over my body.

He moans at the feeling of my walls tightening around him and increases his speed, pounding faster into my dripping core. "I missed you" did he? "Fuck I missed you so much" my heart clenches and I feel what I did when he whispered sweet nothings when he had me in his arms. And that's the moment I start thinking that maybe he has changed. Maybe we can try to be something again but this time stop lying about it. Dumb little girl. Because the next day I wake up he's gone...again.

[dia-souls]

🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing : Subaru 🗡️ and Yui🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Romance, Cute, Fluffy, good ending

TW: Nightmare, servant abusing, childhood Nightmare

Admin's Note: I wanted to write a moment where Subaru not only shows how much he improved mentally because of Yui help also physically help him relieve some of his trauma.

🥀 A Night Just for Us 🥀

Sounds of feet pounding against leaves on the ground.

*Crunch! Crunch!*

Butler: Quickly! We must return him to the manor before Lord Karlheinz returns!

Maid: Young master Subaru, please come back here! You'll get in trouble if you don't return to the castle! ...not to mention his mother will probably go mad once she realizes he's missing... .

Young Subaru makes a sharp left turn, sliding under a sort of bramble bushes. Wincing in pain, a few needles gab into his skin.

Subaru: Leave me alone! I refuse to go back to that hellhole! My father is dammed for all I care!

Subaru picks up speed, he levitates off the group and flys into a forest of tall trees.

Maid: Damnit, we lost him! No, what do we do?! If we don't find him before Master returns, ....he'll have our heads on a pole!

Butler: Calm yourselves! There is no need for us to panic, remember he ran into the forest without thinking. He doesn't know how to navigate it unlike the two of us. It's only a matter of time before he either gets too scared or famished. All we have to do is wait for him to come to us.

Maid: Are you sure that he will come to fruition? Master Subaru is as hotheaded as he is stubborn. With a temper like his, there is no telling how long he can stay in there.

Butler: I'm positive, after all, he's a spoiled pampered brat who hasn't stepped out of the manor in years. Can't even tell the difference between day and night let alone make it too far on his own. He's naive, gullible, defiant, and incapable of keeping himself safe. It's only a matter of patience. Come, while he's looking for a way out, we'll gather the familiars to aid us in our search.

Maid: If you're sure, hopefully, that brat doesn't get us in any trouble. I'd hate to deal with the demented bitch of mother he has. Lady Christa, we'll surely bring hell upon us all if her son isn't found.

The servants leave, heading back to the castle.

*Time skip*

Subaru floats in the air as his eyes survey the surrounding area.

Subaru: Ha...it looks like I finally got rid of those guys. Good riddance, I hope that bastard gives them hell once they return. Serves them right for trying to bring me back to that place.... .

Subaru looks down, his eyes clouded with sleep and resentment as he clutches his hands into tight fists.

Subaru: ..I'll never go back...I'd rather die than put up with that place again...

Subaru floats down to the ground, landing on a pile of brown leaves. A loud breeze rushes past the young boy making him shiver. Immediately he rubbed his arms to create some friction to warm him up.

Subaru: Ahcoo! Ugh, I should've brought a jacket before I left, well it's too late to go back now. Those guys are already back at the castle gathering reinforcements. I'll be dammed if they find me, better keep moving.

Subaru continues on his way, more cold air pushing past him violently almost making him fall. His nose begins to leak like a Fossette as specks of ice try to form on his arms

Subaru: *sniff* Why is it so cold?! Tch, now even the elements are trying to piss me off. Screw them, I ain't stopping for anyone or anything. The farther am away from those lousy servants, judgmental aristocrats, assholes of a father and.....

Subaru looked down sorrowfully, his chest tightening as he stared at the wet dirty sticking against his boots.

Subaru: Mother... She'll probably lose her mind once she notices I'm not home.... who can blame her though, no one should be burdened with the sight of my hideous face. Not even her... I wonder where I'll go from here. I don't have any money, there is no one around who won't report me back to my father once they catch me. Maybe I can stay here in the forest. If I go far enough then no one will be able to find me. I'll be all alone without communication for miles. Just how I want it to be... .

Subaru continues his walk deeper into the heart of the forest.

*Time Skip*

Subaru eyes droop slightly, blinking rapidly to keep himself from falling over

Subaru: *Yawn* How long have I been walking for... It feels like it's been hours. I think I've gotten far enough from the castle, I should find a place to sleep... .

Subaru finds a spot under a tree to rest. Sitting on the ground, bundling himself up for warmth as he slowly begins to shut his eyes.

*Squeak , Squeak *

Subaru's eyes immediately shoot open as the sounds of squeaks in the distance pull him out of his tired state. Making him stand to run.

Subaru: I spoke too soon! I need to get out of here!

Subaru hightails it into the forest, turning left to right, up and down, over and under, in and out trying to get the familiars off his trail. Sweat drips from his brow as his heavy breathing leaves his lunges in cold clear puffs.

Subaru: Ha...G-Gotta keep ha...ha...moving! Can't s-stop...now!

Subaru pushes forward despite his trouble breathing, at that moment forgets he doesn't need air to breathe but is unable to think clearly as his mind tells him to just keep running.

*Crunch! Crunch!*

Butler: Over there! The familiars have found his scent by the forest river. We need to hurry before he escapes us!

Maid: Let's split up so we can cut him off! I'll head East and you take West!

The two servants nod as they take off in different directions with a familiar alongside them.

*Swish Swish*

Subaru's ears perk up once he hears the sound of water in the distance. His feet pounding against the dirt, noticing how he could barely hear the familiars anymore.

Subaru: Looks like I lost those rodents. If I can just make it to the river, I can make them lose my scent! I need to hurry before they catch up!

Subaru could hear the water more clearer making him run even faster. However as he ran, his mudded boot got caught on an uprooted branch. Tripping him harshly to the ground as he face-planted into the wet ground.

*Bam*

Subaru: Ahh! ... Ow.. shit what the... I fell over... I need to keep moving before... Ack!

Subaru winced in pain as a sharp object jabbed into his back.

Maid: Not so fast Young Master, we can't let you reach farther beyond this point.

Butler: Your behavior has been absolutely horrendous and completely unacceptable for a future prince. Your father will be hearing about this, you'll be brought back to the castle this instant. Grab his arms to make sure he doesn't try to get away.

The servant's hands start reaching down to Subaru as he struggles to break away. Their shadows clouded his vision.

Subaru: No I refuse to go back! I don't want to return back to that hell! Don't touch me! I won't go back! I won't go back! LET ME GO!!!!"

*Dream End*

Subaru: "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Subaru wakes up in a panic, his breathing heavy as his vocal cords strain from his hysteric screech. His eyes darted around the room like a bat out of hell, gathering his surroundings before realizing it was just a nightmare.

Subaru: Fuck...bnot again... no no no... why does this keep happening to me...

Subaru puts his hand over his face, his breathing still harsh but now mixed with the sounds of soft sobbing as tears trickle down his face onto his pajama pants.

*Scribbles*

In Yui's room during the first few hours before sunrise.

Yui: *Stretches* Mm! Ok, I think that's enough studying for tonight. I should start preparing to head to bed.

Yui raises herself off her chair, stretching her arms high above her head, working out the kinks in her wrist and shoulders.

*Pop*

Yui: Ahh~ That felt good, perhaps I should get something to drink before going to bed. It's been a while since everyone turned in for the night so I shouldn't be bothered.

With a smile on her face, Yui closes her workbook before placing it in her school satchel. Grabbing a pair of winter pajamas, she made her way to the bathroom to prepare for slumber.

*Time Skip*

Yui appears from the steamy bathroom with a damped towel around her neck. Her wet locks loosely stick to her face as she attempts to dry her curls.

Yui: *Yawn* Mm...I'm so sleepy, I can't believe I dosed off in the tube, hopefully, these wrinkles will go away before tomorrow night. Anyway, I should head to the kitchen pronto before someone decides they want a midnight snack...

Yui shivered to recall previous nights when she was at the receiving end of someone's meal because she decided to step out of her room without checking if the coast was clear. Not like it mattered too much since the boys liked to infiltrate her room whenever they pleased.

*Kitchen*

Yui turned into the corridor that led into the kitchen, halting her movements when she hear the tap running.

Yui: Ha...guess I spoke too soon. I wonder who could be up at this time? It's probably just Shu-san getting something to drink so he can return back to his rest. Or maybe it's Reiji, he does have a habit of staying up late to work on his experiments. He really should get some more rest.

Cautiously, Yui tipped to the Kitchen door, opening it ever so slightly to avoid alarming the person inside.

*Creeeaak*

Yui's face scrunched up, cringing at the sound the door made once she opened it. Planting her back against the wall, listening out for any movement.

Yui: (Shoot! Why did it have to be so loud, please don't come out here!)

*Woosh*

Yui breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the tap water still-

Subaru: Your not slick dumbass, I could sense your presence even before you came downstairs. Stop lurking like Weirdo and get in here already.

Yui jumped a little once she heard Subaru sleep sleep-ridden voice call out to her. Out of all people, why was he up so late she wondered as she entered the kitchen

Yui: "Subaru? What are you up at this-"

Yui ceased her speech for a second as she took in Subaru's appearance. He looked disheveled; his white locks were damped with what seemed to be sweat that had leaked down to his neck and back. Deep-seated under his bloodshot eyes were dark eye bags that resembled that of his other brother. The expression he wore was that of someone desperate for sleep but couldn't or refused to close their eyes. Immediately, Yui rushed to the youngest vamp, cupping his pale cheeks in her small hands

Yui: Subaru what happened?! You look like you just ran a marathon! Are you alright? Here sit down and I'll get you something to drink!

Subaru slapped Yui's hand away with force, a purple bruise beginning to form on the skin. Yui looked up at Subaru shocked and a little frightened from his sudden actions. He turned his face away, refusing to look at her, but Yui could clearly see the crazed look in his eyes as he gripped his hand

Subaru: Don't...Don't touch me...I'm fine alright. Grab your water and head back upstairs, before Reiji wakes up and yells at the both of us... .

Yui face soured into a hurt expression. Her mind ran with pessimistic thoughts of what could be going on with Subaru. Her instincts act without thought as Yui gets closer to Subaru.

Yui: Subaru...are you alright? Y-You seem frantic and distraught. I know you said not to touch you and head off to bed but...I can't leave you in the state you're in.

Subaru: And just what the hell do you know about the state I'm in huh?!

Yui: W-What? Well I just assumed that-

Subaru: Ha, there you go assuming everything you know because you think you know every little thing going on in my fucking head don't you?!

Yui: Wait, no that's not what I meant! What I was trying to say is that you look a little sickle and I wanted to know if everything was ok.

Subaru: Didn't I just tell you I was fine?! I'm ok so there's nothing to get your panties in a twist about. Just had a rough night's sleep that's all! Now stop pestering me and go back to sleep! Or do I have to personally tuck you in by shoving your comforter up your neck?!"

Yui stepped back as Subaru shouted at her. Her heart wrenched a little at the harshness of his words. Still, she could see that something was very much wrong with him. Despite his threats, she stood her ground

Yui: Maybe you're right Subaru... .

Subaru: Hmph, finally you realized that.

Yui: I'm not finished. Maybe you are right about me assuming everything about you. Sometimes I think I know you better than you actually do because of all the time we spent together. I consistently wonder what goes on in that mind of yours. Some days I can figure you out to a T, others, it's like I don't know who you are. It's frustrating not understanding how a person feels because then I don't know if I'm able to help or if they even want my help in the first place... .

Subaru stayed silent.

Yui: However, when it comes to you, I want to know everything. I want to know every thought running through your head no matter how important or minor they are. I want to know your emotions to understand you better as a person. For you to believe in me to tell me how you feel even when you think it doesn't matter. To share your pain and burdens with me so you no longer have to bear all that weight on your own. I can tell that right now something happened to make you this frenzy. I won't force you to talk to me if you don't want to. Just, please, reassure me that you're ok.

Subaru looked down as Yui spoke, only looking up when she backed away to give him some space. He still remains silent. Yui gave him a sad smile

Yui: You must be tired so I won't keep you from rest. I should probably head off to bed as well. I hope you have a nice sleep Subaru. Sweet dreams.

Yui took a glass of water, chugging it down before turning around to head back upstairs

*Clasp*

Subaru: Wait, don't...don't leave. Look, I'm sorry for hitting you, I didn't mean to hurt you I was just... on edge about being touched... .

Yui turned back to him.

Yui: Do you mind if I ask why? I know you are not comfortable with too much physical affection but what made you so antsy tonight?

Subaru: ... I had a nightmare. I know it probably sounds childish, but honestly, the whole thing in itself was full of childish behavior.

Yui: What was the nightmare about?

Subaru: It was...back a long time ago. I was a young child, maybe around 10. I was running away from the Castle, probably fed up with the place, and wanted to get the hell out of there. Two servants were chasing me, trying to bring me back to that prison. I was able to evade them in the forest if only for a while, until familiars started to track me down which made me start running again. I kept running until I heard a stream of water in the distance. I thought maybe if I went there I would be able to finally escape. I was wrong, my dumbass tripped over a damn branch that sent me flying onto my stomach. I tried to get up those two were able to catch up and restrain me. The dream ended with them trying to bring me back and me, desperately wishing they would get their hands off of me... .

Yui listened attentively, her face trying its best to keep face but slowly, it morphed into a sad frown with small tears welling in the corner of her eyes. Once he finished, Yui stepped closer, raising her arms insinuating if she could hug him.

Subaru: Go ahead.

Without thought, Yui pulled Subaru into a tight embrace, pulling his body close to hers as her hands cascaded up and down the small of his back

Yui: I'm so sorry you had to go through something that horrific. I can't imagine what it was like for a young child to be on the run, fearing for their life wanted that small sliver of freedom. It must've been so hard on you...What did they do once they caught you?

Subaru let himself sink into Yui's embrace, breathing in the cherry blossom scent in her hair, letting him calm down just a little as he nuzzled his face in her blonde tresses

Subaru: I don't remember much, what I do is my mother being absolutely hysterical about my disappearance. She gave me a good slap in the face after shouting at me. I don't even think I felt pain when she did it. I was used to her outbursts so it shouldn't have been anything, but... when I was sent to my room... I remember slumping on the floor and just crying like a baby.

Subaru closed his eyes, his ears filled with sorrowful cries of the girl in his arms. He knew the moment he told her she would ball out of sadness for him. Despite of depressing it was, it made him feel less alone. It felt good to have someone who couldn't share in his pain but also make him feel less of it.

Subaru: Hey...look I'm ok. Back then all I wanted to do was escape the hell I was unfortunately birthed in. I was surrounded by people who either hated my guts or just wanted to use me for their gain. Fucking bastards, sucking up to my father all the time that they forget about their dignity. I'd always thought that during that time, I'd have no one who'd stand up or look out for me. I never choose loneliness. It chose me, and I thought it would stick with me for the longest time. Then you showed up, listen to my problems, and annoyed the crap out of me while also making me feel like the most important person in the world. Even now when I'm being a brat not wanting to share how I feel, you still stick with me. I can't thank you enough for that Yui.

Hot tears streamed down her face as she looked at Subaru. He chuckled wiping them as he pressed his forehead against her

Yui: *sniff* I-I'm so sorry for crying b-but, I'm so proud of you. I remember back when we first met, how you would keep all your emotions inside and refuse to let yourself feel anything but anger. But now, you've grown so much! The transformation is amazing to witness, I couldn't be any more prouder of you. I'm glad I could help you appreciate yourself more. I'll always be there whenever you need me Subaru. You know how much I love you right?"

Subaru grinned softly at Yui, pressing a peck on the top of her cupid's bow.

Subaru: You practically tell me every day. Not that I mind of course. I wouldn't be able to make it this far without you constantly being by my side. I'm not religious and still think the concept of God is stupid, but I pray that we are always together. After all, a King needs his Queen, doesn't he?

Yui nodded her head vigorously, tightly embracing Subaru again, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Yui: Of course he does, just as much as she needs her King.

The two of them spent a couple of minutes, enjoying the silence of the early morning night in each other embraces.

Subaru: Come on, it's about to be morning and I'd rather not burn to a crisp in the sunlight. Let's head off to bed.

Yui: *Yawn* Yeah not to mention we have school too. Would you like to sleep with me tonight?

Subaru smirked, grabbing Yui from under her legs, carrying her to her bedroom

Subaru: As if you had to ask.

*Yui Room*

Subaru placed Yui in her bed, soon following along, wrapping his arms around her waist. Nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. As Yui silently breathed in his chest, Subaru whispered in her ear.

Subaru: Goodnight my beautiful Queen, see you in our dreams.

*Smooch*

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Seventeen

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3801

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Not even an hour had passed when several black cars drove up to the Uchiyama family's house and several dozen men who worked for Bonten entered. 

You wouldn't be surprised to see Kisaki or Kakucho, but Takeomi... No, you were a little surprised to see the advisor. You were told that Sanzu and the two Haitanis were on their way. 

You were sitting at the dining room table, holding a glass of cold water in your hands. Kisaki ordered Emiko to be taken to a car and taken to Bonten's hideout so he could interrogate her again later. You yourself were going to talk to the woman about your shared child. Yes, you took the woman's word that Yuuta was yours. 

Yuuta, Yuu... Ryousuke Uchiyama. His nickname and your son's name were pure coincidence, or at least that's what you wanted to think. Up until now, you've never heard of any Yuu working for Bonten as a minor assassin. 

You were tired of the whole situation, so you stared at the box with a dull look. After returning from the toilet, you opened it again and, with Emiko completely silent, you began to look through its contents. This way you found one and only photo of the boy. When you asked her if this was the last photo of Yuuta before she gave him to the orphanage, she nodded. 

You reached into the box and pulled out the photo again. The boy had small bruises on one side of his face, but his pale pink lips were stretched into a sweet smile. There was a dimple in one of his cheeks, just like yours. Long eyelashes like Emiko's adorned the boy's eyes, which were the same color as yours, and single unruly strands of black hair stuck out to the sides. Yuuta seemed to be a small boy for his age, but you put it down to the way his mother took care of him. 

You weren't able to get an answer out of her as to where exactly the boy went, but you decided to talk to her about it later... Provided, of course, that Mikey didn't kill her first. 

Takeomi entered the room and sat down next to you at the table. He sighed heavily and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. You sat in silence for a few minutes, but you knew the man was watching you carefully. 

“If I didn't see the resemblance between you and the boy in the photo, I'd say the bitch is screwing you over.” He said after a while, taking another drag on his cigarette. 

“I don't know what would be better. The fact that I really have a child or that it's the most ordinary lie in the world. 

Takeomi scratched his head, sitting more comfortably in his chair. 

“Hmm. A lie would be the easiest.” He said after a moment, and you looked at him. Akashi's eyes stared into the distance. “I can't imagine what you're going through right now. I know you loved Emiko and wanted to start a family with her. Fuck, if she wanted to get rid of the baby, she could have found you and given it back to you. She knew exactly how much you wanted to have a child.” 

“Weird, isn't it?” You laughed bitterly. “A thug like me…” 

“No, no, no. Y/n. No.” The man shook his head and frowned. "Do not even think like that. This isn't weird at all. Many of us do not want to have children because we do not want to commit ourselves permanently and bear this burden, so to speak. You simply know how to separate your legal life from your criminal life. You have a gift for it and I'm sure the kid wouldn't even know what his old man was doing.” 

“Hmm, maybe.” You stroked the photo with your thumb, bringing your gaze back to it. 

“You want to find him.” Takeomi said after a while and took a drag from his cigarette. “There won't be any way to talk you out of it, right?” 

“As long as he hasn't already gone to some family... I want him, Takeomi. I want to raise him.” 

“Fuck…” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It's going to be hard, you know that, Y/n?” 

“And wouldn't you want your own child back?” 

“Just without those tricks, L/n.” He wagged his finger at you and sighed again. “I fucked up taking care of my younger siblings, I guess I'm not a good candidate for a father.” 

“You were a child yourself then. People change." 

“You tend to be more stubborn and a pain in the ass than Haruchiyo. You know about it?" The Bonten advisor grimaced and lit another cigarette. 

"Thank you." 

“It wasn't a compliment.” The other grunted coldly and turned towards the entrance to the dining room. “By the way, nice shit down there.” 

“Yeah, nice.” You put Yuuta's photo in the box and put the lid on. You drank the rest of the water and pushed the empty glass away. “What did they do with those girls…” 

“The boys found the cameras.” Takeomi said indifferently and licked his lips. “There will be a lot of material to watch.” 

You looked at him with disgust. “Do you want to watch this? Isn't a fresh corpse enough for you?” 

“Of course I don't want to. Who do you think I am?" The man was outraged. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that.” 

Akashi placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “I know, I'm sorry too…” 

He had barely finished speaking when you heard a noise in the hall. Quick footsteps were approaching and soon Sanzu ran into the dining room holding his katana. He looked at you with some madness in his eyes and opened his mouth to say something but gave up and continued his steps towards the basement. 

Rindou followed closely behind, but Ran entered the dining room and nodded to you and Takeomi. 

“Gentlemen.” He bowed his head slightly and looked in the direction his younger brother had gone. “Hanma was serious?” 

“Depends on what he told you.” You grumbled, rubbing your face with your hand. God, you were so tired... 

"Drugs, weapons cache... Torture chamber... Living dead..." Elder Haitani began to list and your stomach flipped at the memory of the poor girl. “Oh, sorry, Y/n. I didn't think you were that sensitive.” 

“Why don't you go down there yourself and we'll see who's more sensitive, hmm?” Takeomi growled and Ran raised one eyebrow, the mischievous smirk disappearing from his handsome face. 

“Is that bad?” He asked in a more serious tone. “I thought that psychopath was joking.” 

Before either of you could say anything, you heard a loud thump like someone running up the stairs, a door banging off the wall, and the sound of puking. 

“Rindou?” Ran asked loudly in concern, apparently recognizing the person just by the sounds of regurgitation. He moved quickly towards the toilet, and you heard snippets of conversation between the brothers. 

“Huh. I lasted longer. I think I won.” You said in a flat tone and Takeomi snorted before taking a drag from his cigarette. 

“We all won. Another unwanted trauma, but…” He pursed his lips and shrugged. “Maybe not Haru. His brain is being eaten away by drugs, so he probably won't be impressed by the sight.” 

You immediately remembered how one time the pink-haired man told you what he did with Yasuhiro Muto, so you silently agreed with Akashi. You were willing to bet some amount of money that Sanzu wouldn't even have a nightmare anytime soon. 

“Takeomi.” Kisaki appeared in the doorway with a straight face and the man sitting next to you rose from his chair and patted your shoulder. 

“I will make sure you still have the opportunity to talk to Mrs. Uchiyama, but I make no promises.” He said quietly and followed the blonde out of the house. 

You were left alone in the kitchen and stood up to pour yourself another glass of cold water. Personally, you would prefer something stronger, but you had to give it up for now. This was not the time or place to drink alcohol. 

There were a lot of people from Bonten in the basement and throughout the house. They had to get everything from the basement warehouse as quickly as possible, you couldn't risk the police showing up. Akashi assured that your man at the station is trying to manage everything so that reports of suspicious activity do not get forward, but the risk was very high. 

Rindou came into the kitchen, pale as a sheet, so you gave him a glass of water, which he accepted with relief. He drank the contents, then filled the glass again, and again. He leaned on the table and bowed his head. 

“Fuck. What the fuck was going on here, Y/n?” He said quietly, not looking at you. 

“That's what builds Bonten's reputation.” 

“Not on this scale, for fuck's sake. Not on this scale.” 

“There's nothing we can do about it now, Rindou. Where's Ran?" 

“He went down to the basement, to Hanma and Sanzu. This motherfucker had a hysterical attack at the sight of the drugs stockpiled there. Like he won the fucking lottery.” Rindou rubbed his face with his hand and shook his head. “Do you know who that girl was?” 

“No. She's in such a condition that only DNA tests will reveal her identity." 

The younger Haitani was silent for a moment before he swallowed hard and looked up at you tiredly. “Or after getting the tattoo adjusted.” 

You frowned. “Tattoo? Her body was covered with wounds, but I didn't see any..." 

“Because they cut it off along with the skin. You can’t tell me you didn’t see the big wound on her chest.” 

You froze and felt bile rise to your mouth. You actually noticed the wound, but you would never have thought that they had removed the tattoo... 

“But how can you match a tattoo that is no longer there?” 

“You didn't go deeper into the warehouse, did you?” 

“No... Only for the weapon crates....” 

“Next there were display cases.” He shook his head. “I understand that you didn't notice because the lights were off, but when Sanzu turned them on... Four display cases, almost covering the entire fucking wall... And in them there was an exhibition of pieces of human skin with tattoos.” 

"Fuck..." You whispered, widening your eyes at the man. 

“I want to burn this fucking house down and raze everything to the ground. We can lose our position because of such motherfuckers. The police will start snooping even harder.” 

You nodded and headed out of the dining room, intending to go down to the basement again. 

“Where are you going, Y/n?” Rindou asked worriedly as he followed you. 

“Somewhere there are disks with recordings from cameras in the basement. We have to secure them. Otherwise they will fall into the wrong hands.” You explained and started walking down the stairs. The stench of decay was much stronger now, but you fought the urge to vomit. 

“For fuck's sake... I'm coming with you.” Raindou growled dissatisfied and followed you. 

You entered the torture chamber again and your eyes involuntarily moved to the corner where the dead girl's body was still lying. Someone had covered her with some kind of tarp, but her tiny foot was sticking out from underneath. You looked away and started searching the room with Rindou. 

From the side of the warehouse, you heard Haruchiyo Sanzu's maniacal laughter. He was in seventh heaven, at least he was in an excellent mood. You slowly walked into the warehouse and saw the boys stuffing packets of drugs into their black sports bags, the pink-haired man tasting the white powder with a blissful look on his face. Ran had a white handkerchief pressed to his nose and mouth and with wide eyes he was looking at the tattoo display cases mentioned earlier by his younger brother, and Hanma was talking to someone on the phone. His voice expressed tension mixed with anxiety, but from the individual words you understood that he was talking to someone from the police. 

Sanzu straightened up from the table he was leaning over and turned towards the entrance. He saw you and his lips stretched into a smile that reached his blue eyes. 

“Y/n!” He spread his arms wide and scanned the room with a sparkling gaze, like a little child in a candy store. “Look at all this! Look what they stole from us!” 

You slowly walked closer and the man wrapped you in a tight hug, laughing loudly and sincerely. “This is one of the best days of my fucking life!” He moved an arm's length away from you and placed both of his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face in a tender way. His voice was gentle and the smile never left his lips. “And it's all thanks to you, Y/n. You found the key and you found the passage.” 

You were surprised by his tender gesture and maybe in other circumstances you would have submitted to him without a second thought, but... You looked into his dilated pupils and the man understood the silent hint. He smiled even wider, patted your face playfully and moved his hands to take the opened package of drugs. 

“They also have LSD and other goods in liquid form. Few bottles. I bet they stole them from a drug lab. After all, these are samples for comparison. They still have the labels.” He sighed and put the package into a black bag. “All worth millions. Millions!” 

“I'm glad I pleased you…” You said softly and bit the inside of your cheek lightly. “We need to take everything away as quickly as possible…” 

"I know." He sounded slightly irritated, but the joy of discovering the magazine kept his spirits high. 

“This girl…” 

“Yukiko.” He said in a calm tone, not looking at you. “The same one Mikey beat up the other day.” 

"What?" Your voice was quiet. You watched Sanzu's calm movements as if the topic of your conversation was the weather. "How do you know?" 

“On the table next to the display cases there is a fresh piece of skin with a tattoo. Two dripping cherries. Yukiko had one on one breast.” He finished packing his bag and zipped it up. “Mikey told the guys to send her back to her pimp. Who knew the poor thing would end up like this?” 

“I know Mikey was mad at her… But…” 

“He'll be furious when he finds out what happened to her.” A cruel smile appeared on Haruchiyo's lips. “He wanted to punish her, not kill her. I know he ordered her to be brought back to the hideout next month.” 

You scratched your head and watched as the crates of weapons were carefully carried out of the warehouse. Hanma walked closer to you, still using his phone. 

“We still have 40 minutes.” He said and then shouted at the others to move faster or they would be fucked. “Ran! We're leaving. We need to find the fucking camera footage.” 

Haitani walked up to him obediently and gave you a look full of different emotions. You were alone with Sanzu in the warehouse for a while. He smiled gently and walked up to you, leaning towards you enough that you felt the warmth coming from his body and the smell of his perfume. 

“I still think you going out with Hanma was a bad idea…” His hot breath fanned across your cheek and your heart skipped a beat. “But as they say, there is no evil that does not come to good. Thank you, Y/n.” He gently brushed his lips against your cheek and without waiting for your reaction, he pulled away from you, took the last bag of drugs, his katana and left the warehouse. 

There were only empty shelves left in the room, a trace of crates on the floor and... - you raised your gaze and directed it at the wall with display cases - and trophies in the still lit display cases. You shuddered and left the warehouse. 

Hanma and Ran were taking something out of a built-in compartment in the wall that you hadn't noticed before in the torture chamber and putting everything into a bag at their feet. They were small cassettes. You haven't seen Rindou anywhere. 

“L/n, help Rindou in the living room. The boys found a computer there.” The taller of the two said over his shoulder and you obeyed him. 

You went back up and entered the living room, where you immediately noticed the younger Haitani, who was messing around with something on the desktop computer. There were two laptops on the coffee table, ready to go. 

You walked up to him and leaned down. "You need help?" 

“No thanks, Y/n.” Rindou muttered and removed the hard drive. “We take everything. The laptops were hidden in the bedroom. Can you pick them up and carry them to the car? Sanzu has already left.” 

"No problem. Should I put them in your car?” 

"Yes, it can be. Everyone has to go to the hideout anyway.” 

You nodded, grabbed said equipment and returned to the dining room to grab the box you left on the table and left the house. You looked at the windows of Mrs. Hiramatsu's house, but you didn't see any lights on. Zero activity. Perhaps the old lady slept soundly that night. 

You walked over to the Haitani brothers' car, which Sanzu was leaning against. He looked up at the sky and on the ground was the bag he had taken from the basement. You opened the back door and placed your laptops on the seat. 

“I mentioned to Hanma that you were coming back with us.” The pink-haired man said casually, turning slightly towards you. 

"Thanks." You said quietly and nodded. 

Sanzu laughed softly and tossed his gym bag right next to the equipment you had collected, carefully placing the katana inside and getting into the car. You got in as well and slammed the door, blocking out the sounds of the bustle outside. You sighed heavily, looking through the tinted window at the gang's cars driving away. 

“Hey.” Sanzu placed one hand on your cheek and turned your head towards him. “Cheer up, Y/n. I know it's a difficult situation, but it will be fine." He stroked your skin with his thumb and leaned forward. “We have everything we need and they won't be able to escape us. We'll get them all and slaughter them like pigs." 

You watched the man's face and at the sight of his heated gaze, your body temperature began to rise. Your eyes landed on his lips for a split second and you didn't have to wait long. 

Sanzu leaned even closer and placed his hot lips against yours once. After a while, the second time. Third. The fourth, and when you opened your lips slightly, he kissed you harder. With each movement of your lips, the kiss became more passionate and your breathing became heavier. 

Finally, his tongue traced your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and pulling gently. 

“Haru…” You whispered shakily and the pink-haired man chuckled before placing another kiss on your lips and pulling away to look at you once more. "Good stuff?" 

“We haven't had one this good in a long time.” He chuckled and ran his slender fingers through your hair. “But it's not because of the drugs. It's a reward." 

You chuckled through your nose and buried your face in his hand. “Am I a good dog?” 

"Best. You have a talent." Sanzu joked and you kissed the inside of his hand. 

You sat in silence for a while, but Sanzu moved and you felt the muscles in his arm tense slightly. 

“What is this box?” He asked calmly and you let go of his hand, which he immediately, though not abruptly, took away. 

"You will not believe." You replied, lifting the lid of the box and pulling out the birth certificate, which you handed to the pink-haired man. 

He took the document in his hand and began to read. You saw the blood drain from his face and his eyes become as big as saucers. He looked at you with his mouth slightly open and at the same time both Haitani brothers got into the car. Rindou squirmed in the driver seat and looked at you curiously. “What is it?” 

Without a word, Sanzu handed him the document and the younger Haitani's face showed disbelief. "What?" 

Ran leaned forward curiously and began to read as well. He whistled in surprise and the Bonten trio looked at you as if they were seeing a human being for the first time. You felt uneasy, but Ran let out a loud laugh. 

“You are daddy!” 

“That bitch totally blew you away, L/n.” Rindou commented as he handed you your son's birth certificate. “She took everything from you, including your baby.” 

"Very funny." You grumbled as you put the document in the box, but before you could close it, Sanzu's hand pulled out a photo of Yuuta. 

“Like the skin being taken off you…” He said calmly, although his face still showed surprise. “You don't even have to do a paternity test.” 

"Show me." Ran said and took the photo from the man's hand. “Aww, what a sweet little boy.” 

“You got it right.” Rindou commented and looked at you with a half smile. “You put a lot of your own material into it. Bravo, good job.” 

You felt your face getting uncomfortably hot and quickly took the photo of the baby from Ran. 

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Y/n.” Older Haitani teased you and Rindou started the car engine and pulled out of the driveway. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the tall figure of Hanma, who was walking around the property to get to his car, and you started your journey back to Bonten's hideout. 

You listened to your teammates' taunts, but you could clearly hear uncertainty creeping into Sanzu's voice. You moved your leg towards him and touched your knee to his to calm him down. 

You had a son, it's true. You wanted him back, yes. But you had no intention of giving up on the man who already captured your heart. You looked towards him and saw that Haru was looking at you very carefully. 

You mouthed the words "I love you" and a gentle smile appeared on the man's lips. He rested his head against the tinted window and closed his eyes. 

<PREVIOUS/NEXT>

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Heaven And Hell

Masterlist

"You want Anna? Why?" Sam asked the angels. "Out of the way." Uriel said as he starts to stomp towards Anna but Dean and I step in front of her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her." Dean said. "Don't worry. I'll kill her gently." Uriel said, with no emotion.

"You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?" I said to them, angrily. "As a matter of fact, we are. And?" Castiel asked. "And? Anna's an innocent girl." Sam exclaims. "She is far from innocent." Castiel said and I furrow my brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked him. "It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. Now give us the girl." Uriel orders. "Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try JDate." Dean snapped.

"Who's gonna stop us? You three? Or this demon whore?" Uriel asked then he throws Ruby against a wall. Dean then attacks him.

"Cas, stop...please." I plead then he touches my forehead and my vision goes to black.

*3rd Person POV*

Castiel then touches Sam's forehead and he falls to the ground next to (y/n) while Uriel punches Dean. "I've been waiting for this." Uriel growls but then, suddenly, a bright light engulfs Castiel and Uriel and they disappear.

"What the..." Dean mutters, confused, then he goes to help Ruby to her feet. "Come on." Dean said and Ruby kneels by Sam and Dean kneels next to (y/n), both of them start to stir. "You okay?" Dean asked as (y/n) wakes up. "Yeah..." (y/n) groans then she noticed the angels weren't there. 

"What happened?" She asked. "I don't know." Dean said and he heads into a back room and finds Anna with her hands and arms covered in her own blood. "Anna. Anna!" he shouts as he runs over to her and noticed that she had used her blood to draw sigils on a mirror.

"Are they -- are they gone?" she asked him. "Did you kill them?" Dean asked her. "No. I sent them away...far away." she replied. "You want to tell me how?" Dean asked her. "That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it. I just did it." She replied, shrugging.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So, what do you guys think?" Dean asked us after we helped Anna patch up. "I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second." Sam said, intrigued. "Yeah, I agree." Dean said as I place thumb under my chin and my pointer finger over my lips, the thinking position as we call it.

"What did they mean by she's not innocent?" I asked them. "It seems like they want her bad, and not just 'cause of the angel radio thing. I mean, that blood spell -- Some serious crap, guys." Sam said. "Something's going on with her. See what you two can find out." Dean said and I turn to him.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked him. "Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back. We got to get ourselves safe now." he replied. 

*3rd Person POV*

Anna was sitting in a chair in Bobby's panic room and Dean looks around it. "Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint." he said as Ruby waits outside the open door. "Which I find racist, by the way." she said. "Write your congressman." Dean quips then Ruby pulls a familiar small bag out of her pocket.

"Here." she said as she tosses it to him and Dean catches it. "Hex bags?" he asked as he looks at the item. "Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all comers." Ruby said. "Thanks, Ruby." Dean said then he turns to Anna. "Don't lose this." he said as he hands the hex bag to her.

"So, Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?" he asked and Anna sits there as she tries to listen. "It's quiet. Dead silence." she replied. "Good. That's not troubling at all." Dean said, sarcastically. "We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?" Anna asked him. "Nah." Dean said, shaking his head.

"Hey, Dean!" Sam's voice calls out. "Just stay here, okay?" Dean tells Anna then he turns to Ruby. "Keep an eye on her." he said and he walks out of the room and up the stairs.

"How's the car?" he asked Sam and (y/n). "We got her. She's fine." Sam said and (y/n) looks around the room. "Where's Bobby?" she asked. "Uh, The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it." Dean said.

"He's working a job?" Sam asked, surprised. "God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap." Dean said and (y/n) closes her eyes in disgust. "Now that's seared in my brain." she grumbles.

"All right, what did you guys find on Anna?" Dean asked them. "Uh, not much. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton -- a church deacon and a housewife." Sam explains. "Riveting." Dean remarks, sarcastically. "But there is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first." (y/n) said and Dean raises an eyebrow.

"No?" he asked. "When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy." (y/n) continues. "Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?" Dean asked, a grin on his face, which made Sam and (y/n) sigh with exasperation. "Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again." Sam said.

"Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Very mad -- like wanted-to-kill-her mad." (y/n) said, changing the subject. "Kind of heavy for a 2-year-old." Dean said. "Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal." Sam added. "Until now. So, what's she hiding?" Dean asked.

"Why don't you just ask me to my face?" Anna's voice asked and they turn to see her and Ruby standing at the doorway. "Nice job watching her." Dean said to Ruby. "I'm watching her." Ruby said as she gestures at Anna.

"No, you're right, Anna. Is there anything you want to tell us?" Sam asked Anna. "About what?" She asked. "The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?" (y/n) asked her. "You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled...Why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know." Anna said, desperately.

"Okay. Then let's find out." Sam said. "How?" Anna asked and the trio share a look.

"We're here!" Dean calls out as he leads Pamela into the panic room. "Pamela, hey!" Sam said. "Sam?" she said. "It's me. It's Sam." Sam said as she reaches out to him. "SAM?" she calls out as she starts to touch him. "Yeah." Sam said, uncomfortable.

"Sam, is that you?" She asked again. "I'm right here." Sam said as she touches his face and Dean and (y/n) try to hold their laugh in. "Oh. Know how I can tell?" Pamela asked then she grabs Sam's ass. "That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing." Pamela said and (y/n) had to bite her knuckles to keep herself from laughing too hard..

"Of course I know it's you, grumpy. Same way I know that's (y/n), a demon, and that poor girl's Anna..." Pamela said as she points at the girls as she lost them off. "...and that you've been eyeing my rack." she accused and Sam is taken aback by this. "Uh...uh...uh..." he stammers and Pamela smiles.

"Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most." She said. "Got it." Sam said and Pamela goes over to Anna. "You always knew how to get the ladies attention, Sam." (Y/n) mutters, teasingly, to him. "Shut up." Sam mutters back and (y/n) stifles a laugh while Dean also tries not to laugh. 

"Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela." Pamela introduced. "Hi." Anna said as they shake hands. "Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help." said Pamela. "Oh. That's nice of you." Anna said. "Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it." Pamela said. "Why?" Anna asked.

"They stole something from me." Pamela said and she takes off her sunglasses, revealing white eyes. Anna seemed horrified by this. "Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think?" Pamela asked then she laughs. "Now...how about you tell me what your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry." she said as she places her sunglasses back on.

"Nice and relaxed." Pamela said as Anna is laying down on the bed. Sam, Dean, Ruby and (y/n) all stand off to the side. "Now, I'm going to count down from five to zero. When we're at zero, you'll be in a deep state of hypnosis. As I count down, just go deeper and deeper, okay? 5...4...3...2...1. Deep sleep. Deep sleep. Every muscle calm and relaxed." Pamela said as Anna closes her eyes.

"Can you hear me?" Pamela asked her. "I can hear you." Anna said in a trance-like voice. "Now, Anna, tell me...How can you hear the angels? How did you work that spell?" Pamela asked her. "I don't know. I just did." Anna replied.

"Your father...What's his name?" Pamela asked. "Rich Milton." Anna said. "All right. But I want you to look further back...When you were very young...Just a couple of years old." Pamela said. "I don't want to." Anna said, shaking. "It'll be okay. Anna, just one look -- that's all we need." Pamela assures her. "No." Anna said, upset.

"What's your dad's name? Your real dad. Why is he angry at you?" Pamela asked her and Anna starts to shake and writhe in the bed. "No. No! No. No!" Anna screams

"Calm down." Pamela said, calmly. "He's gonna kill me!" Anna shouts. "Anna, you're safe." Pamela said and Anna sits up and screams. "No!" which made the lights explode and glass shatter. "Calm down." Pamela said, still in a calm voice while Anna continues to scream.

"He's gonna kill me!" She shouts. "It's all right, Anna." Pamela said. "Anna?" Dean asked as he walks towards Anna. "Dean, don't." Pamela warns but then Anna throws Dean across the room. "Dean!" (Y/n) said, fearfully, and she runs over to him.

"Wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5." Pamela said and Anna stops screaming and lays back down on the bed. "Anna..." Pamela said as Anna opens her eyes. "Anna? You all right?" Pamela asked her as Anna gets up off of the bed and walks over to her and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now." she said to her, appreciatively. "Remember what?" Sam asked her as (y/n) helps Dean up. "Who I am." Anna said as if it was obvious. "I'll bite. Who are you?" Dean asked her. "I'm an angel." she replied and everyone gives her a shocked and horrified look.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others." Anna said. "I don't find that very reassuring." Ruby growls. "Neither do I." Pamela said and Anna looks between them.

"So...Castiel, Uriel -- they're the ones that came for me?" she asked. "You know them?" (y/n) asked her. "We were kind of in the same foxhole." she replied. "So, what, were they like your bosses or something?" asked Dean. "Try the other way around." Anna said and Dean gives a sarcastic look.

"Look at you." He said. "But now they want to kill you?" (y/n) asked Anna. "Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head." she said. "Why?" asked Pamela. "I disobeyed...which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell." she explained.

"Meaning?" Dean asked. "She fell to earth, became human." Pamela said and they look at her, confused. "Wait a minute. I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?" Sam asked and Anna shrugs. "It kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace." she said. "Come again?" (y/n) asked, confused.

"My grace. It's...energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was." Anna explained. "So, you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?" Dean asked. "The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah." said Anna, nodding.

"I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are." Ruby said. "Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead." Anna said. "And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you." Ruby said to her. "I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back." Anna replied.

"What?" Sam asked her. "My grace." she replied. "You can do that?" (y/n) asked, curiously. "If I can find it." Anna said. "So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?" Dean asked and Anna nods. "Something like that." She said.

"All right. I like this plan." Dean said with sarcasm. "So, where's this grace of yours?" (Y/n) asked Anna. "Lost track. I was falling about 10,000 miles per hour at the time." she said, shrugging. "Wait. You mean falling, like, literally?" asked Sam. "Yes." Anna said. "Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?" Sam asked and Anna gives him a curious look. "Why do you ask?" she asked.

Minutes later, Sam and Ruby went to go do some research while (y/n) took Pamela home and Dean stood guard for Anna. Anna was standing out in the junkyard as Dean started walking back towards her, his cellphone up on his ear.

"Okay, thanks, (y/n). I'll see you when you get here." Dean said then he hangs up. "Pamela get home okay?" Anna asked him. "Yeah. She told (y/n) she was sorry. It's just after last time, she, uh...This is just a little too rich for her blood." Dean and Anna nods. "I don't blame her. You guys should do the same." she said. "Well, we're not that smart." Dean said and Anna scoffs out a chuckle.

They stand there in silence for a few minutes before Dean speaks up. "Can I ask you something? What do they want me for? Why did they save me?" He asked her. "I'm sorry. The angels aren't talking about it. And it was after I fell." she said. "That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?" he asked.  You don't mean that." Anna said.

"I don't? A bunch of -- of miserable bastards...Eating, crapping, confused, afraid." Dean lists off. "I don't know. There's loyalty...forgiveness...love." Anna counters. "Pain." said Dean.

"Chocolate cake." She said, smiling.

"Guilt." He adds.

"Sex." Anna quips as she looks over at Dean, who thinks for a moment then nods. "Yeah, you got me there." he said, smirking a bit. "I mean it. Every emotion, Dean, even the bad ones...It's why I fell. It's why...why I'd give anything not to have to go back. Anything." she said. "Feelings are overrated, if you ask me." Dean said. "Beats being an angel." Anna said.

"How's that possible? You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything." Dean points out and Anna scoffs. "Perfect...Like a marble statue. Cold...no choice...only obedience." she then she shakes her head.

"Dean, do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?" she asked him. "All of you?" he asked and she shakes her head. "Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them." she replied. "That's it? Well, then how do you even know that there is a God?" Dean asked her. "We have to take it on faith...Which we're killed if we don't have." Anna said and Dean hums at this.

"I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just...watching...silent...invisible...out on the road...sick for home...waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that --" Anna ranted and Dean starts to laugh. "What is so funny? What?" she asked him and he faces her. "Nothing. Sorry. It's just...I can relate." he said and the two share a smile.

What the two of them don't realize is that (y/n) had made it back from dropping Pamela home. She had walked into the junkyard but stopped once she sees Dean and Anna talk. They weren't doing anything, just talking, yet (y/n) felt this hot burning feeling licking her insides like they were on fire.

He seemed to just be casually talking to Anna, way better than he's been talking to her or Sam. Why does he talk to her so freely but won't with me? she thought, angrily. Maybe because she's a literal perfect angel and you're just some human with a bit of demon's blood in you, who also happened to be the reason he went down to Hell. a voice said in her head and the anger, quickly, turned into sadness and guilt.

She always held this thought and guilt ever since Dean came back from Hell but she put it in the back of her mind. She really didn't want to think that way. But the more he kept distance from her, the more the thought came to her and the more she started to feel guilty. But she always put on a brave face to not appear weak.

Now who's keeping secrets? The voice asked her, with harsh sarcasam. 

She sighs to herself, shakes her head and marches on towards Dean and Anna. "Hey, what's going on?" She asked and Dean jumps, slightly, as he and Anna turn to face her. "Hey, you got here quick." Dean said. "Well, I learned from you on how to drive like a bat outta hell." (Y/n) jokes, putting on a fake smile.

"So...what's up with you two?" She asked, curiously, and Dean seemed a bit nervous. "Just talking." He said, plainly. "Oh? What about?" (Y/n) asked. "Being human." Anna replied. "Sounds interesting." (Y/n) said, a bit suspicious, as she eyes Dean, who looked like a kid that got caught digging into the cookie jar.

But at that moment, Sam comes out. "Hey." he calls out and all three of them turn to him. "Did you find something?" Dean asked, relieved to have a change of subject. "I think so." Sam said and they all head inside the house.

"Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle." Sam said as he points at some newspaper. "Yeah?" (y/n) asked. "Yeah. In '85, there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there was a full-grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least." Sam said then Dean turns to Anna.

"Anna, what do you think?" he asked her. "The grace. Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy." she said. "So grace ground zero -- it's not destruction. It's..." Dean said then Anna finished his sentence. "Pure creation."

That night, Dean was driving and Sam was in the passenger seat. Ruby, (y/n) and Anna were sitting together in the backseat and Dean looks in the rear-view mirror and laughs. "What?" Ruby asked, annoyed. "Nothing. It's just an angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke or..." Dean started to say but (y/n) shakes her head. "Dean, don't you dare say it!" She warns but he gives a bit of a mischievous grin.

"...or a Penthouse Forum letter." he said and (y/n) groans while Sam gives a disapproving look. "Dude...Reality...Porn." Sam said. "You call this reality?" Dean asked. "All I'm saying is I'm taking away your porn viewing privileges." (Y/n) said and Dean looks up at the rear-view mirror at her.

"You wouldn't do that." He said and (y/n) leans forward in her seat. "Try me." She said with a look that said I dare you.

Later, the group walk into a field where they see a large tree. "It's beautiful." Dean remarks and Anna's eyes widen. "It's where the grace touched down. I can feel it." she said and they walk up to the tree.

"You ready to do this?" Dean asked her. "Not really." she said and she goes up to the tree. "Anna, what are we even looking for?" Sam asked her as Anna puts a hand on the tree trunk. "It doesn't matter. It's not here. Not anymore. Someone took it." she said, dejectedly.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room." Dean said. "What, forever?" Ruby asked. "I'm just thinking out loud!" Dean shouts. "Oh, you call that thinking?" Ruby said. "Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Stop it." Sam and I shout as we get in between them. "Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side maybe, but not both. Not at once." Ruby shouts.

"Look, there is a safe house of mine not far from here, we could head over there now." I suggested to them.

"Um...guys? The angels are talking again." Anna interrupts and we turn to her. "What are they saying?" Sam asked her as she closes her eyes. "It's weird...Like a recording...a loop. It says, Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or..." she said then stops. "Or what?" Dean asked and she opens her eyes and looks over at him. "...or we hurl him back to damnation." She finished and my eyes widen in fear.

"They...they can't do that!" I shouted, angrily, and Sam turns to Anna. "Anna..Do you know of any weapon that works on an angel?" he asked her. "To what? To kill them?" Anna asked and Sam nods. "Nothing we could get to...Not right now." she replied.

"Okay, wait, wait. I say we call Bobby. We get him back from hedonism." Dean said and Sam turns to him as I pace the room. "Dean, what's he gonna tell us that we don't already know?" He asked Dean. "I don't know, but we got to think of something!" Dean shouts and I stop in my tracks as a light bulb goes off in my head. "I think I have an idea." I said and they all turn to me.

"You sure this plan's gonna work?" Dean asked me as we head up the stairs in the safe house. Ruby and Sam were in the dining area, reading some books, and Anna was wandering outside.

"It's the best with what we can do. Given the circumstances." I said as I take a few steps ahead. "But what if it fails?" He asked me and I stop, for some reason this hit a nerve with me, and I turn to him. "Why are you doubting me? If Anna was the one who came up with it, you'd be all over it." I sneered and he furrows his brow at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked me and I scoff. "Oh, c'mon, Dean...ever since Anna came along and you found out she was an angel, you've been all over her." I accused. "No, I haven't." He said, defensively. "Oh, really? You seemed pretty chummy with each other back at Bobby's." I yelled and he gives me frown. "I'm sorry, Dean, it's just...I find it odd that you won't talk to me, your girlfriend, but yet you'll talk to a random angel who you just met." I said and he gives

"It isn't what you think, (y/n). You know I would never hurt you." He said. "Oh really?" I asked, sarcastically, as I fold my arms across my chest. "Then what is it, Dean? Cause here's what I'm gathering. Ever since you came back, you've slowly been pulling away from me to the point where you won't talk to me unless it's about a job. And now we get involved with the job of a fallen angel and you've been getting close to her the more time you spend with her." I said and he looks at me for a moment then lowers his gaze.

Him being silent was alarming to me. "You're not even gonna deny it?" I asked, my voice shaking with tears. He stays silent then looks up at me. "(Y/n), I..." he stops and I sigh at this. "Whatever Dean." I grumbled then I head upstairs, walk into a bedroom and slam the door shut behind me.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was studying a book over the Impala, thinking over the argument he and (y/n), when Anna comes up to him. "Hey. Holding up okay?" he asked her and she sighs. "Trying." she said. "Yeah." Dean mutters. "A little scared, I guess." she replied and Dean goes back to reading the book but still had his mind over the argument.

"So, um...Dean...I just wanted to thank you." Anna said, interrupting his thoughts. "For what?" he asked as he turns to her. "Everything. You guys -- you didn't have to help me --" she said and Dean shakes his head. "Hey, let's can the thanks for trying speech, you know? Participation trophies suck ass." he grumbles.

"I don't know. Maybe I don't deserve to be saved." Anna said as she takes a step closer to him. "Don't talk like that." Dean said. "I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay." she remarked. "Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for." Dean said and Anna looks him over.

"I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it." she said. "Okay. what?" he asked. "About a week ago, I heard the angels talking...About you...What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself." she tells him and he frowns and turns his head away. "Anna, I don't w-want to, uh...I don't want to...can't talk about that." He stammers. "I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone. That's all I'm trying to say." she said as she takes another step closer.

Then she kisses Dean, who freezes at this. Immediately, this kiss with Anna felt wrong. It was like the world didn't make sense anymore, if felt hollow. Course Anna was very attractive but this didn't feel right. The only girl Dean had kissed that felt right was....

Dean grabs Anna's shoulder and pulls her away from him. "Anna, stop." He said and she furrows her brow. "What?" She asked, confused. "I just...I just can't." He said. "Can't? What do you mean?" Anna asked him. "I can't..do this..to her." Dean said, his voice shaking a bit. "Her?" Anna said. "(Y/n)..." Dean replied and Anna's eyes widen with understanding.

"Oh...oh, I'm so sorry...I didn't realize..." Anna stammers but Dean shakes his head as he removes his hands off of her shoulders. "No, no...it's uh...it's my fault." Dean said and he lets out a humorless laugh. "Seems like I'm always screwing things up and hurting the people I love." He said and Anna gives him a sympathetic look.

"I've been nothing but a terrible boyfriend to her lately and now she's pissed at me and I don't know how to fix it." Dean said, sadly, as he lowers his head. Anna places a hand on his shoulder, which makes him raise it up to look at her. "Go to her, Dean. Go to her and tell her how you feel." She said and Dean stares at her for a moment as a small understanding smile appears on her face then he heads towards the safehouse.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was sitting on the bed, reading a book as I had the radio on, playing some classic rock music. God, I feel like a damn teenage girl. I thought to myself, angrily. I toss the book down on the bedside table, roughly, then sighed as I place my hands over my face when a new song came on, which starts off with a piano playing. I scoff as I recognize the song playing.

Highway run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You're on my mind

Restless hearts

Sleep alone tonight

Sendin' all my love

Along the wire

Figures this song would play as my boyfriend is probably screwing the angel. I thought until I heard a knock at my door. I turn my head towards the door, confused, when another knock sounds out. I stay quiet. "(Y/n), I know you're in there." Dean's voice said and I scowl. "Go away, Dean." I said, roughly. 

"Will you let me in, please? I just need to talk to you." He said and I sigh as I get up and head to the door and open it, revealing Dean standing there. "What?" I asked him, annoyed. "Can I come in?" He asked and I open the door wider for him and he walks in and I shut the door.

"What do you want, Dean?" I asked him, crossing my arms, while the song continued.

They say that the road ain't no place to start a family

Right down the line, it's been you and me

And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully

"I wanted to say that I am so sorry for the way I've been treating you. I know it's not right but it's just...I’ve done terrible things that I know will scare you. Change how you think of me. Might even make you want to leave and I can’t handle that. The only thing keeping me together is you. And if you leave I…I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” he said and I felt my anger wash away.

"Dean..." I said, softly, as I uncross my arms. "I love you, (y/n). So damn much. And I thought keeping my distance from you was helping, cause I want you to be happy. But now I realize that it was hurting you and I can't handle that." He said as he shakes, slightly, and I could see tears building up in his eyes. That told me he was being serious.

I walk closer to him and take his hands in mine as I stare into his eyes. "I love you, Dean. No matter what. I just got worried you didn't want me around anymore because...I'm a reminder for why you went to Hell. And I feel guilty about it. I know I'll never know or understand what happened while you were down in the pit but it won't change how I feel about you or how I feel about myself cause I'm always gonna feel bad that you went because of me." I said.

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

I get the joy of rediscovering you

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully

Dean let's out a humorless laugh. "I guess we're both screw-ups, then." He said and I chuckle. "Weren't we always screw-ups?" I asked and we share a laugh then we share a look to each other and I could feel this tension between us. "I'm sorry." He said as he walks up to me. I stare into his eyes and a small smile appears on my lips. "Don't be." I whispered and I lean up and pressed my lips against his.

He kisses me back as I slide my hands up his chest then grab the collar of his jacket. He wraps his left arm around my waist and his right hand was cradling the back of my head, his fingers buried into my hair.

We make-out for a few moments before Dean pulls back a bit. "Hold on." He whispers to me and I feel my heart rate go up as I wrap my arms around his shoulder and my legs around his waist. Then he hoisted me up, grabbing the back of my thighs and pushed me up against the door as he continued to kiss me.

Seconds later, he moves his lips down to my jawline then down to my neck, I close my eyes and let out a small moan. I lower my left hand and reach behind me to get to the doorknob and lock it as Dean goes back to kissing me on the lips.

Next thing I know, we had removed our clothes off of each other and I was laying down on the bed as Dean was on top of me. And then our bodies became one. We gasped and moaned into each other's mouth and then Dean started to move his hips into mine and let my mouth fall open at the feeling.

Eventually, I get on top of him and run my hands over his chest then my hand goes over to his left shoulder, where Castiel’s handprint still resides but not as prominent. I place my right hand over the handprint then moved my head to look at Dean. We stare at each other, Dean’s eyes full of love, until he leans up, places his right hand to the back of my neck and captures my lips in his.

I kiss him back then he wraps his arms around my waist and rolls me on my back, making him on top of me again. Then he picks up his pace, places his lips over mine again and swallows my moans while my left hand grasps at the bedsheets under me.

Sometime later, both of us were laying on the bed, staring up at the roof, calming down from our love session. I was curled up to Dean's chest, tracing shapes on his chest, while he ran his left hand up and down my arms. We lay there in comfortable silence then a memory came into my head.

"Well, maybe it is time to right some wrongs." he said. "Come again?" I asked, confused. "Like you said, I came back from the furnace and I did it without any of my old scars, right?" he said then he starts listing off on his fingers. "You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts..." he said as he holds up his hand, spreading his fingers and wiggling them. "None of the off-Angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, Which leads me to conclude, Sadly...That my virginity is intact." He said and I snort out a laugh.

"Are you serious?" I asked him, incredulous. "I have been re-Hymenated." Dean said, proudly, before he drinks. "Re-- Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, But no one could do that." I tell him. "Sweetheart, I have been re-Hymenated. And the dude will not abide." He said and I roll my eyes.

I start to chuckle to myself at the memory. "What's so funny?" Dean asked and I looked up at him. "You remember how you said you have been re-Hymenated..." I said and he thinks for a moment then a realization look came over his face and I smile. "Looks like, I took your virginity." I laugh and Dean chuckles at this. 

"Well, couldn't have lost it to a better partner." He said, in a joking manner, and I laugh and shake my head as he leans into me and kisses me. We kiss for a few moments and then got ready for round two.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was standing inside an empty cabin and looked around, confused. He didn't know how he ended up here, the last thing he remembered was laying in bed with (y/n) after going a few rounds. "Look at that. It's so cute when monkeys wear clothes." a voice said behind him. He turns and see Uriel standing behind him. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Dean asked. "It's the only way we could chat...since you're hiding like cowards." Uriel sneers.

"Don't normally see you off leash. Where's your boss?" Dean asked. "Castiel? Oh, he, uh...He's not here. See, he has this weakness. He likes you." Uriel said and Dean furrows his brow before Uriel speaks again. "Time's up, boy. We want the girl."

"Wouldn't try that if I were you. See, she got her grace back. Full-blown angel now." Dean lies and Uriel smirks a bit. "That would be a neat trick, considering..." he said as he takes out a necklace, which was glowing. "...I have her grace right here. We can't let Hell get their hooks into her." He said then he tucks the necklace back in his shirt.

"Well, then why don't you just give her back her angel juice?" Dean asked him. "She committed a serious crime." Uriel replied. "What? Thinking for herself?" Dean asked. "This is our business, not yours. She's not even human...Not technically." Uriel said. "Yeah, well, I guess I just like being a pain in the pooper." Dean jokes and Uriel glares at him.

"This is your last chance. Give us the girl, or --" he said then Dean talks over him. "Or what? What, you're gonna toss me back in the hole? You're bluffing." Dean said and Uriel smiles again. "Try me. This is a whole lot bigger than the plans we got for you, Dean. You can be replaced." he said.

"What the hell? Go ahead and do it." Dean dares and Uriel eyes him, curiously. "You're just crazy enough to go, aren't you?" he asked. "What can I say? I don't break easy." Dean said, giving a cocky grin. "Oh, yes...you do. You just got to know where to apply the right pressure." Uriel said and Dean's smile falters, fear creeping up in his chest.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I don't know, man. Where's Ruby?" Sam asked as the early hours of the next day started to peek through. "Hey, she's your Hell buddy." Dean said as he drinks from his flask. "Little early for that, isn't it?" Anna asked him. "It's 2 a.m. somewhere." he replied and I roll my eyes at this then he holds the flask out to me.

I look at it then at him and he gives a slight nod to this. "Oh, ahat the hell!" I said, matter of factly, as I take the flask and drink from it. "You okay?" Anna asked Dean as I hand his flask back. "Yeah, of course." Dean said, trying to sound casual. 

Then the doors open with a blast and Castiel and Uriel enter. "Hello, Anna. It's good to see you." Castiel said. "How? How did you find us?" Sam asked and the angels give a slight look towards Dean.

"Dean?" Sam and I said, worried, as he turns to Anna. "I'm sorry." he said to her as she gives him a sad, sympathetic look. "Why?" Sam asked. "Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me...or kill you and (y/n). I know how their minds work." Anna replied as she turns her head to the angels and glares at them.

Then she looks back at Dean and gives him a hug. "You did the best you could. I forgive you." she said and she pulls back from the embrace then turns to face Castiel and Uriel. "Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready." She said, determined. "I'm sorry." Castiel said, trying to sound sympathetic. "No. You're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling." Anna sneered.

"Still, we have a history. It's just --" Castie said but Anna talks over him. "Orders are orders. I know. Just make it quick." she said but before they could do anything a different voice speaks out.

"Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head." the voice said and we all turn to see Alistair, holding a bleeding Ruby, and a couple of demons standing next to us.

"How dare you come in this room...you pussing sore?" Uriel growls. "Name-calling. That hurt my feelings...You sanctimonious, fanatical prick." Alistair said. "Turn around and walk away now." Castiel ordered. "Sure. Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper." Alistair said with a sick demented grin.

"You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now...or we lay you to waste." Castiel threatens. "Think I'll take my chances." Alistair said and the angels nd demons begin to fight. Castiel tries to exorcise Alistair with his hand but nothing happened.

"Sorry, kiddo. Why don't you go run to daddy?" Alistair asked, snidely, while Uriel exorcises a demon. Then Alistair begins to exorcise Castiel once he was able to take Castiel down. "Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferma, me confirma!"

But then Dean hits Alastair with a crowbar. Alistair then turns to Dean. "Dean, Dean, Dean...I am so disappointed. You had such promise." he said then he begins to attack us. But then Anna goes up to Uriel, grabbing something from him. "No!" Uriel said then Anna throws something on the ground and a white light flows into her mouth.

"Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!" she warns us and Dean grabs me and turns me away and we all close our eyes as a bright light engulfs us.

Once it disappears, we all turn and see that Alistair was gone, leaving behind Ruby's knife. Then I look over at Castiel and Uriel, who looked beyond pissed. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared." I said and Uriel glares at me. "This isn't over." he growls.

"Oh, it looks over to me, junkless." Dean said and the angels disappear. Sam then turns to Ruby. "You okay?" he asked her. "Not so much." Ruby said, exhausted. "What took you so long to get here?" Dean asked. "Sorry I'm late with the demon delivery. I was only being tortured." Ruby informed then Dean turns to me.

"I got to hand it to you, (y/n). Bringing them all together all at once -- angels and demons. It was a damn good plan." he said and I smiled. "Yeah, well, when you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of their way and let them fight." I said. "Yeah, now you're just bragging." Dean said. "Hey, I have every right to. Cause you were doubting me." I said then Dean rolls his eyes. "Okay, let's not inflate your ego more." He said. "Too late." I joked and Sam looks at the spot Anna disappeared from.

"So, I guess she's some big-time angel now, huh? She must be happy...Wherever she is." Sam said. "I doubt it." Dean said, shaking his head.

A few hours later, we were hanging around the Impala, Sam was sitting on the hood with a beer in hand and Dean was leaning against the side of the car near him. I was sitting on the side of the car next to Dean, both of us also had a bottle of beer in hand.

"I can't believe we made it out of there." Dean said. "Again." Sam said and Dean holds his bottle and Sam clinks it. Then Dean holds his bottle to me and I clink it and we all take a sip.

"I know you two heard him." Dean said, suddenly, after a few moments of silence. "Who?" Sam and I asked him. "Alastair. What he said...about how I had promise." Dean said, not looking at us. "We heard him." I said and Sam nods. "You guys not curious?" Dean asked. "Dean, we're damn curious. But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing." Sam said and I nod. "And I'm not gonna push either." I said and Dean looks down for a moment, as if thinking over what to say, then raises his head.

"It wasn't four months, you know." he said and Sam and I turn to him as Dean sets his bottle down on the hood. "What?" We asked. "It was four months up here, but down there...I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years." he said and my jaw drops at this. "My God." Sam mutters but I had no words to say.

"They, uh...They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you..." Dean explains but stops for a moment then continues. "Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly...I would be whole again...like magic...just so they could start in all over. And Alastair...at the end of every day...every one...he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack...if I put souls on...if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him." He said.

Sam and I were listening to him and as he explained what happened to him, I felt chills running down my spine and I just couldn't help but feel awful for Dean and start to feel this new burning hate for Alastair was growing. 

"But then I couldn't do it anymore, guys. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The -- the things that I did to them." Dean said, his voice shaking with tears, as some tears run down his face. I jumped off of my spot on the car and go to stand in front of him.

"Dean..." I said, sympathetically, then I take his right hand in my left hand and raise my right hand to cup his cheek, my thumb wiping away the tears. "Dean, look, you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have." I said, trying to make him feel better. He closes his eyes for a moment, fresh tears rolling down his face, and raises his left hand and placed it over my hands that was on his cheek.

"How I feel...This...inside me..." he cries then opens his eyes to me. "I wish I couldn't feel anything, (y/n). I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing." He said, tearfully. I frown then go to hug him and placed my right hand on his back, running it up and down in a comforting way, and place my left hand on the back of his head, my fingers running through his short hair.

He, slowly, wrapped his arms around me and buries his face into my shoulder as he continues to cry. "It's okay. It's okay." I whispered to him, soothingly, and I look over at Sam, who had this sad, shock look on his face. We both share a look and I felt tears running down my face, feeling so many different emotions and not knowing what to do.

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[life-winners-liveblog]

*taps mic* Hello? Can you hear me? (Except Martyn lol imagine going from the best listener to someone who is deaf)

Hi I just got here and am being very entertained by you guys

Gri I would try to help you work through your trauma but all efforts have been futile so far so instead take this leather jacket and sunglasses (to match timmy!), a sun holographic picture, as well as these cookies 🍪 (<- those are cookies shortbread is a biscuit)

Scott, be careful try not to burn yourself out, take these paints and easels, (fake) coral jewellery, a star/night sky holographic picture, and some poppies

Pearl, I would give you something, but someone is very mean and won't let me, so I'm sending you some sunflowers, a puppy and some bones, a moon holographic picture, and a clock

*If possible, I yank on Martyn's hair* *a note then appears with the following writing* Martyn, I don’t even care about the fact that you betrayed your Scott, it made sense for you, was a good ending moment and he didn't even mind (was probably his favourite version of events that could have happened). No, I'm mad at you because of how apathetic you are. I'm sorry that you find it "easy" to move on, but others feeling emotions about their past is not weak. It's human. You are quite literally my second-least favourite person and the other person has the same illness as you but worse. You get a pufferfish, a (toy) axe, a cake, and a holographic picture that seems to change images. Sometimes it shows the sea, sometimes it shows trees, sometimes Mars, sometimes a meteor, sometimes a black hole (ooc: etc etc just all the different Martyn winner interpretations lol I'm not writing all of them)

Jim-jam! Nice to see you! You get poppies, a wooden doll, a frog and bucket, and a holographic picture of a canary

Scar! It's been a while since anyone has sent you anything buddy so you get 3 more llamas, 15 more camels, 19 more pandas and 81 more jellie cats. Oh and a holographic picture of cacti

DL!Scott you fucker you are my least favourite you apathetic son of a bitch. You get the poison effect

SL!Jimmy you get cake for being the in-between person, as well as a ghost plushie and a holographic picture of a doggo (if you look closely there's a canary)

To the rest of the losers, I'll give them some weighted blankets. One for everyone :)

-Saph <3

LimL!Jimmy: This is still not Judge Judy and Executioner... But thank you...

~~~~~~

Grian: ugh... I don't know how other me can confortably wear this all day.

LimL!Jimmy: Grian why are you dressed like me?!?! Do this mean you want to join the Bad Boys??

Grian: Uhhhhh... not really? The whispers -

LimL!Jimmy: Why not?!? You could be an honorary Bad Boy!!!

Grian: ... Fine, whatever.

LimL!Jimmy: Yeah yeah yeah!

~~~~~

Pearl: Ooooh nice! Let's see, how does this holographic thing work?

Scott: Oh they sent me one of those as well! I think... you do it like... this!

Pearl: Mansplaining moment.

Scott: What!?!? I was just... you asked...and I...

Pearl: Calm down Scott, it was just a joke... why are you so jittery.

Scott: ...Maybe the whispers are right, I do need to relax a little.

~~~~~

Martyn: Well screw you too I guess, that hurt... and I never said that feeling about the past is weak, what I find weak is letting said emotions submerge you completely like Grian does, now I have seen how he was, I saw his passion but when I look at him now I see none of that, he is not weak because he misses Scar, who cares about that, he is weak because he wallows in his own self pity and misery constantly... He couldn't have done anything differently and he can't go back to change anything so why does he insist on acting like a wet wipe.

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labor of love

norman bates (psycho 1960) taxidermies you (romantic) (gender neutral)

or, the strange mentally ill erotic fantasy of someone cutting me open and just getting all up in my guts (Nicely,) has surfaced from the old deep deep deep dark days of my life and now has a place ig?

cw death and detailed gore; cw fucked up content in general but if you saw this title and are still reading further you already know whats up, you sicko ;) this is unedited word vomit style typed directly into the tumblr post editor, bcs it was very very slow today and this was better than ruminating myself into an actual mental breakdown at freaking work so this is for the absolute freaks and please dont come for my ass if anything in the getting taxidermied by norman bates fanfiction isnt accurate

in thinking about the potential endings for an extended norman and reader romance... i think it would be such an extraordinarily delicate balance to manage a relationship and try to help him while avoiding the shitshow of human rights violations that was psychiatric care in the 1960s. and maybe you could manage it but if you couldn't......... perhaps he was hiding the true extent of his illness, even well into your relationship, even after getting married. some act of repression, of course he didn't want to scare you away and he was so certain he would, and nobody had ever loved him like you did and nobody ever would again. but ya just can't bottle it up like that without building and building the pressure... and to have a relationship, to have sex with you and marry you and try to be happy WITHOUT HER, oh what a grievous transgression to the ignored Norma, cast away to the far recesses of his awareness, he's managed to hold onto control for this long but the situation will simply not do, and she'll just have to eliminate the disgusting little bitch who stole her son away from her, take the reins back in a moment of weakness, of fracture -

and norman wakes up in a place he doesn't remember, in clothes he doesn't remember, but he remembers the fight and the fevered pitch of your voice, the wide-eyed fear in your face, his mixed up train of thought derailing, crashing, and the sound of his mother screaming in his ears. not a hint of a thought of what happened enters his mind as he retraces the trail of blood through the house, empty and automatic and despairing but still not connecting the ideas together until he actually finds the mangled heap of your body slumped on the floor, with the sick metallic smell of clotting blood, a dizzying lake of deep red bigger than he'd ever seen before surrounding you.... it's so shattering that he is disconnected even from the impulse to vomit, though he drops to his knees and screams and screams and screams...... and his mother is nowhere around to help him, and you're gone gone gone, forever! forever! but no! he hears your voice in his ear, soft though it startled him: "no, you can still save me, don't you remember? you've done it already before, norman, save me, save me before it's too late...!"

you're still even warm by the time he brings you down to the basement, cradling you in his arms and staining the clean clothes mother had gone out of her way to dress him in, still limp dead weight, he puts you on the table where he does his taxidermy and kisses your lips with blood on your mouth, pets your hair, coos a billion apologies. "oh my love, i should have never ever let this happen! i promised myself i would never let this happen to you that i would never let her hurt you im sorry im sorry im sorry i tried i tried!!" screwing his eyes shut at your body in front of him, crying tears that dripped onto your skin. and you shush him, your voice comes like a bell calling him in the darkness "i love you norman, i forgive you, but you must work fast now, you have to work fast to revive me!" he opens his eyes, far gone, nods fervently into your lifeless face, knowing that this would be very hard, and very easy, in that he had done it dozens of times before but not on this scale and not this fresh. he strokes the soft skin of your cheek, flits over to bring his tool kit near and then strips your body bare to begin his work - but he already has to stop, go up to the linen closet to bring towels and a bucket of water to clean the blood and gore off your skin, revealing in detail every grisly angry slash, stab, loose flap of skin that should still be all connected, should be, norman cries, with only an extremely dim awareness that it was his own hands that wrought this upon you. but he would fix it, he would suture your lovely flesh back together last, after the bulk of the work was done.

it takes significant effort to cut you with the same blade that he had cut birds and other small creatures with but he made it through all the layers of skin and fat and muscle, cut flaps to splay your belly open for easy access. and the inside of your body. explodes with colour and detail that he had never seen on this scale before. your insides were all shining red, and translucent membranous pink, with lipid yellows, greenish and brownish hues, pearlescent white fascia and winding lines of purple-blue connecting everything. and then he trembles all over seeing it his hands shaking violently, already slick with blood, as they approach the opening, and you comfort him, sweetly in his ear, "calm now, my love, i'm in good hands, i know i am, but you need to stop shaking, you need to be gentle." "i know, im just scared. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry..." "i trust you, norman." he steeled his nerves and then slips his hands oh so, so gingerly into the wet, the slick and smooth mess, the winding intestines, cold on the surface from contact with the air but still warm underneath, and he only loves you more and more and more that you trust him like this, that you let him do this to you, putting your faith in him to revive you.

he was struck by the intimacy of it, he was so close, closer than anyone else in the world had been to you, even closer than sex, up to his forearms in your body cavity, with all the beautiful unseen parts that had sustained your living body for so long, all those years........ you would have to learn a new kind of life now, with him. he scoops the intestines, they spill over the sides onto the table, attached at either end, and he realized he would have no place to actually put any of this once he removed it, he took the bucket with red translucent water and tipped it over into the floor drain. then, bringing it near, cuts your entire digestive tract free, placing it gently in the bucket. looking down at the heap inside, he feels a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and reached up to wipe it with the bloodied back of his arm. then, the pancreas, the kidneys and bladder, the liver (some cultures thought the liver was the seat of human love, he thinks), everything is so connected, tubes and gossamer-thin tissues that he has to dissect to separate the parts out. he has to reach underneath your ribcage to cut your lungs free, they sink in and deflate more as he works, and puts them too on top of the rest of your organs. then, last, your heart - he hesitates, and trembles, feeling the imperative to be especially delicate now, as if the muscle might disintegrate under his touch. but he feels around, remembering the anatomy diagram of the heart he'd learned so many many years ago, cuts free the three arteries connected to the aorta, the pulmonary vessels, both venae cavae, and suddenly he is holding the fist-sized organ free in his hand. he set his knife to the side and then reached in again, cradling the muscle in both of his broad palms as he brought it out into the light, letting out a shuddering breath - your heart! oh it was your actual heart, the heart that loved him, the heart that once beat in your chest, that he listened to countless nights to soothe himself, pressing his ear to your sternum. he sees the fatal gash the knife made, he turns his head and leans his ear in, though he knows it's silent anyways he almost starts to sob, "keep it," you say, and he startles "keep it, my love, it's yours, it was always yours" and he looks up into the ceiling "really? are you certain?" forgetting the anguish, and he feels your confirmation, your permission, as the warmth of your love. then, looks down at the deep red knot of muscle, presses a tender kiss there, and holds it to his chest, mirroring his own living heart. with reverence, he sets it on the table in his view and continues on -

it's best practice to remove the bulk of the skeletal muscle, too, and so he opens the skin on the arms that held him close, the legs and thighs that he'd had bliss between, and frees the long corded masses - the ones in the limbs come out of the body clean and compartmentalized, attached to the bone really only by two tendons on either end, separating easily from each other. this was by chance one of the largest buckets he had in the house but now it was full top with all your externalized insides, and the slippery smooth remainder of your muscles went to the floor - it was only a short distance to the furnace anyways, and all of this would have to go to the furnace, into the fire, you wouldn't be needing them anymore, and everything would have to be clean, clean, clean after. and now your body was ready for treating with the chemicals - there might not be enough, but it would have to do - and the sawdust which only seemed to come in large quantities, and it's easy, easy, art to craft the contours of your body that he learned, he knows from memory. he closes with care the long incisions he had made, making the flesh edges meet neatly all down the length of your limbs, up the i-shape he made on your abdomen and then, the awful wounds, slashes and gashes all over he sutures at last with a lingering feeling of sorrow, that dissipates when, finally cutting the last thread, he sees the miracle of life bloom forth on your face out from the monochrome of death "norman!" you smiled, with recognition in your eyes from where your head was limply rolled to the side

he smiled back at you, euphoria like a thrill of electricity tingling through his body as he reached out to cup your face - of course the fact he didn't have a sufficient amount of preservatives and anything didn't matter because it had little to do with the process of reviving anyways. it was all in the effort itself, in the way he marked his own soul in order to remake you and have you forever, it was in that labor of love where the actual transformation was made. he stroked his thumbs on your cheekbones, leaning over you and sobbing out "yes, yes, yes, yes, it's me, i'm here!!"

"you did it, i knew you could, i knew you would save me, norman."

"i could do anything for you, i would do anything for you!"

"i'm so cold now down here in the basement, i feel so weak and exhausted after everything... would you please help me get dressed?"

your bloody clothes were all heaped on the floor and he sniffled, blinking the tears from his eyes. "oh, those are all completely ruined..... I'm sorry... I'll take you up to the bedroom now, okay? and we'll get you into pajamas, and then you can just sleep for however long you need." and you would need the sleep - it was a strange and difficult new life to adjust to, being so dependent on him now for so many things, and you would never be able to leave the house anymore, which would likely be as hard for you as it was at first for his mother. but might get easier for you faster, he thought, as you had both found many more interesting things to do inside than he and his mother ever had in nearly thirty years until you came along. he kisses you on the forehead, and gently lets your head down, before he shifts his arms underneath you and scoops you up in a bridal carry, the whole weight of you in his arms as he carries you up the stairs to the main floor, then turned, climbing up and up again

"i was so scared when she killed me, Norman." Your voice makes his lip tremble as he looks down into your eyes, "but I know i'm safe now with you."

"Yes, you're safe here with me... You'll be safe here with me forever..."

He can feel the vibration of love coming off you, that keen resonation, it was always always there though he never managed to put it to its name, his heart absolutely swells with the sensation, love, pure ecstatic love! you were his one love and the most precious thing he had ever encountered in his life and now he could keep you safe from everything, forever, with him! oh, it didn't work out as nice for you as if it has never happened in the first place, but he could feel a new tension and energy, a precipice on which he was looking out at a new and encompassing depth of your bond, of your relationship, and he only had to dive in with you. he was almost even excited to start this new and beautiful era of your life together.

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tldr: "i will not let my son be hindered by his disability" will directly translate into your sons head as "there are conditions to my parents love"

saw the worst take just now about some parent not wanting their son to be "hindered" by the ADHD label (also referred to as being "shoved in a box") because they don't want their kid feeling a lack of self worth or whatever due to having a disability (they then go on to say that adhd is "only a disability if you let it be" like HONEY NO?? 😟 NO THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS BABE- THAT'S THE WORST OUTLOOK YOU CAN POSSIBLY HAVE-)

see,, i *can* understand where this parent is coming from but like. that's one of the worst things you could possibly be doing for your son bro ;-;

what you should do: ‼️DESTROY THE ABLEISM‼️. it is completely okay to have a disability, neurological or otherwise. it's not the end of the world, it's literally just an extra mod that came pre-installed on your game file 👍. especially in the case of adhd, you can still live a happy life and do things that you wanna do and achieve personal success and be as normal or as abnormal as you like (eww normal people ewwww 🤮 /j). you just gotta learn how to manage your adhd so that you get what you want out of it. THERE IS NO REASON TO FEEL A LACK OF SELF WORTH DUE TO YOUR DISABILITY 💥💥QUIT YOUR ABLEISM AND STFU,, DESTROY YOUR PREJUDICE💥💥

what you should NOT do: refuse to allow your son to be hindered by his adhd (a.k.a. literally what they said they were doing). because ADHD is a disability, like it or not, and he WILL be hindered by it at some point, because that's just how adhd works (AND THAT'S ✨OKAY✨!! IT HAPPENS!! IT DON'T MEAN SHIT, JUST PICK YOURSELF UP AND WORK OUT WHAT TO DO NEXT!! ‼️💥‼️DESTROY YOUR ABLEISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!💥‼️💥 BURN IT TO THE GROUND🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️). refusing to 'let your son be hindered' is only going to destroy his mental health when he is eventually screwed over by his adhd and he's suddenly filled with intense feelings of shame and self-hatred and "will my parent still love me now that I've been royally fucked over? because my parent never wanted to see me get fucked over by my adhd,, and now I've been fucked over by my adhd, are they gonna love me less? over something i can't control? because i 'let it be a disability'?" BOI DON'T LET YOUR KID FEEL THAT- you're outright placing the responsibility of failure on your son by YOU BEING IN DENIAL ABOUT YOUR KID HAVING A DISABILITY BECAUSE YOU'RE ABLEIST (that's cringe btw) and making him feel like he has no support 😔😔😔

seriously i feel so bad for this kid

DISABLED PEOPLE HAVE SO MUCH INHERENT WORTH, BITCH YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW,, FUCK ABLEISM, BE GAY, DO CRIME 🤘🤘🤘