#yeah those are ribs i was not in the mood to try drawing accurate ribs

[lamboficarus]

yurified narilamb. monarch lamb yurified = nb and uses he/him and presents fem. nari uses she/they/it. she does whatever she wants.

we get jiggy with pronouns in this house

might redraw this sometime later but for now its time to take a break

[thinkyoureholy]

Opposites Attract [13]

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Pairing : Park Jimin / [Fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers! AU, Fantasy! AU

Words : 2k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

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-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I sat across from him, my arms crossed over my chest as a frown adorned my face. I stared at his bruised side quietly, watching the doctor examine him.

“You sure you don’t want to be looked at?” He asked, drawing my gaze back up to his face.

I gave him a blank stare, leaning back in my seat, “You have a couple fractured, if not broken ribs and you want me to be looked at? Seriously? I think you have your priorities backwards.”

He frowned at my words, “No I think they’re listed pretty accurately.”

I sighed heavily, ignoring the way my heart skipped a beat, “I’m fine, Jimin. It’s just a scratch anyway I’ll live.”

“But you were bleeding quite a bit…”

Ah...I’m not going to win this if he keeps looking at me with that face, I thought to myself, biting the inside of my cheek. Without saying a word I moved my hair to the side, showing him the cut. It was pretty small, the amount of blood that I had on my face from earlier misleading.

“It’ll heal on its own within a few days. But that,” I said, pointing at his side, the doctor placing his hands over his ribs, “would take a few weeks to heal on its own. Just stop moving and let the doctor look at you, yeah?”

He nodded without a word, sitting still for the doctor. The doctor looked over at me, giving me a grateful smile before focusing on Jimin once more. I gave her a nod, my eyes going back to look at his face. He tried to hide the pain when she started healing him but it was no use, he grimaced every time her fingers touched his skin. The frown on my face deepened at seeing this. That idiot...why’d he have to go so far? I was fine so why? He could’ve just had his father detained and gotten it over with within seconds but no, he had to let that nasty temper of his get in the way. He should’ve known he wasn’t going to fare well against his own father, he has years of experience while Jimin has no. As strong as Jimin is he couldn’t have actually thought he could be a man as strong as his father.

I looked back up at his face, seeing a smile now etched onto his face as he thanked the doctor. If something as small as this had me feeling uneasy just the thought of Seokjin getting his hands on him-- I cut my thoughts off immediately, shaking my head. I didn’t even want to think about it. I’ve been trying to keep my mind off of what he could be doing to Levi and my mother since closing our borders and taking over. He could be torturing them for all I knew and here I was...acting like a schoolgirl in love for the first time. This really wasn’t the time for all these feelings to be coming out and showing themselves.

“Y/N?” 

I looked up at the sound of my name coming from his lips, a soft sigh leaving my mouth when my gaze met his. It might not be the time...but it’s happening and it doesn’t look like there's anything I can do to stop it even if I wanted to.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he got up from the bed, his injuries now completely healed.

I nodded, my eyes flickering down to his lips for a moment. He frowned, tilting his head to the side before a smile played at his lips. Shit, stop it, I thought to myself, biting down on my lower lip. It was that smile that made me fall for him when we were younger, it still had the same effect as it did all those years ago.

“Ah...your eyes are back to normal.” He said with a toothy grin, walking over to me slowly.

I tensed in the chair as he got closer, my heart racing. His legs were touching my knees as he bent down towards me, his hand gently running through my hair, his eyes on the ends.

“If only your hair would go back to normal,” He said with a sigh, letting my hair fall back into place as he looked back into my eyes, “At least the thing I love most about you is back. I’d stare into those beautiful eyes of yours all day long if I could.”

I stared at him wide eyes, a faint blush coating my cheeks at his words. I tried ignoring the way my stomach turned at having his face mere inches from my own but it was no use. He was so close that I could feel his breath fan softly against my face, my heart about ready to leap out of my chest at the fond smile that he wore. He must’ve noticed how close we were as a blush slowly but surely climbed its way up his neck and covered his face but he didn’t make a move to put some distance between us. He stayed where he was, his eyes looking into my own for a moment longer they flickered down to my lips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he did that. Slowly, as if gauging how I’d react he started to lean forward. Just as his lips brushed against mine ever so softly he stopped, his hands clutching onto the armrest of the chair tightly.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, his breath fanning against my lips.

I didn’t give him a verbal answer, instead I closed the small space between us, my hand reaching up to grasp his hair as I pulled him closer. He groaned against my lips, one of his hands caressing my cheek ever so gently. Without thinking I pushed myself up to stand, our lips still working against each other. He pulled me even closer to him, my body flush against his. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me tight, the heat from his body was beginning to make me dizzy but I think I can attribute that to his lips moving in sync with my own to that. Just as his fingers began to play with the hem of my shirt there was a knock on the door, the two of us pulling away from the other quickly.

I covered my face as the guys started piling into the room, Jimin clearing his throat. The guys weren’t idiots, they knew exactly what they walked in on. Thankfully they ignored it...all except one, Gai. He smirked as he looked between the two of us, a chuckle falling from his lips at seeing the flushed look on own faces.

“You might want to fix your hair a little, Jimin.” He said with a smug smile, his eyes shining brightly.

I could see the others holding back a laugh of their own as they watched Jimin pat down his disheveled hair. The only ones who weren’t amused were Hoseok and Yoongi, the look in their eyes told me they were thinking about something while the rest of us fooled around. The small smile that I had on my face fell immediately as I remembered my talk with them. I acted too brashly. I shouldn’t be blaming them, if they received orders from my father then they were forced to follow them. I should apologize…

“I-”

I was cut off as Jungkook cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention, “As much as I’m enjoying watching Jimin squirm I think we should get back to business.”

At those words the mood immediately dropped, the smiles they wore were nowhere to be seen. Gai stepped forward, his lips pulled into a straight line, “We’ve managed to restrain your father, Jimin. We won’t have to deal with him until after all of this is over. I have my best guarding him.”

“And Jisoo?”

“I’ve sent men to the school to pick him up and escort the other students home.”

“Don’t you think we should be evacuating everyone? It’s not safe for them here.” Taehyung said, Namjoon shaking his head at his words.

“If we do that it’d only cause a panic. Besides...we don’t we have anywhere to send them. All borders are closed.”

“Gaia’s too?” I asked.

“No but if we send them there then it’d be easier for Seokjin to get to them. Hephaestus is bordered by Poseidon, Zephyrus, and Gaia...we’re basically blocked from every side, caged in so to speak.” Namjoon explained, crossing his arms over his chest, “It was hard enough to convince Inori to stay behind and keep order with my brothers...she wouldn’t like the idea of taking in refugees when we can’t even guarantee their safety.”

“Huh...I was wondering why it’s been so quiet around here. She’s not here to annoy me.” I said, taking a few steps back to lean against the wall.

“She means well, Y/N. It doesn’t help that you push her buttons as much as she pushes yours.” Namjoon shot back with a smirk.

“So sending my people to Gaia is out of the question…” Jimin said, butting in to get us back on track, “Should we just set up evacuation centers at the point furthest from the borders?”

“I don’t think we have enough space to fit thirty thousand people in one location. Even if we set up multiple ones it wouldn’t be safe enough. We have fifteen thousand soldiers at our disposal and to keep order at these centers I’d have to at least assign five thousand to guard these places. We can’t afford to split our army Jimin, our numbers are the only thing we have going for us.” Gai said with a frown, a serious look in his eyes before he spoke again, “Namjoon how many are in your army?”

“Twenty thousand.” Namjoon answered without hesitation, Gai nodding along to his words.

“That makes thirty five thousand, even then I’m not confident. Seokjin alone can kill half that amount with a simple snap of his fingers.” Gai mumbled under his breath.

“C-C’mon you don’t seriously think he’s that powerful...right?” 

I looked over at Taehyung, seeing how pale his face had gotten as he thought about it. My eyes scanned over the rest of their faces, seeing how downcast they looked about the whole situation. They--they don’t believe we can actually win. It looks like it’s taking everything in them to even stand with their heads held hair but the fear in their eyes was clear. I bowed my head, clenching my hands at my sides. If only I had just taken care of Seokjin back at my house none of this would be happening. I wouldn’t have to ask my friends to risk their lives and fight with me in a battle I knew would leave thousands dead. I should just hand myself over so this could all end. Everyone would get to go to their normal lives, my mother and Levi would be set free along with the rest of my people and everyone can just live as they have been all these years.

I didn’t give you power so you can squander it.

I froze at the sound of a voice that wasn’t my own echoing around inside my head.

I know it all seems bleak but have hope, my child. My brother has used his own children to exact his will for far too long, its time for you all to rise up against them. I know you’re more than capable of defeating them...but please...don’t even think of giving yourself up to save everyone. It won’t play out the way you hope and you know it. If you don’t stop them now...this will never end.

“But I don’t see a light at the end of this tunnel…” I said under my breath, my words hardly audible.

There is one...you just have to look for it, Y/N. You’re the best one I’ve chosen so far. No other that came before you adapted to their new power as well as you have. This power is yours and yours alone, use is. You are the only one that can end this once and for all.

I closed my eyes at hearing those words, those words somehow giving me strength, “I have a plan…”

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Tags: @rjsmochii @namflix

[pinknerdpanda]

Hey, Jealousy

Word Count: 2,696

Characters: Dean, Cas x reader

Warnings: Flangst, Language, sexy times insinuations, jealous!Cas, childish insults

SPN Angst Bingo Square Filled: Stabbing

A/N: This was written for @atc74​ and @d-s-winchester​’s Double Trouble Challenge and also to fill a square on my @spnangstbingo​ card. @atc74​ made the badass aesthetic for this as the prompt along with the highlighted bit below. I loved this challenge and I hope you enjoy this. Thanks Ladies and happy 2nd Blogiversaries!

Beta’d by: @hannahindie​ and @wheresthekillswitch​ - I am going to have to invent new words to accurately describe how much I love you guys. Thank you.

Hey, Jealousy

“You alright, there buddy?”

Castiel turns to face Dean, his eyes narrowed, but not in the normal “you humans defy explanation” kind of way. His blue eyes are practically burning with an emotion that most closely resembles anger.

“Yes. I am fine. Why do you ask, Dean?” Castiel’s monotoned rasp is typical of the angel, but there’s something about his normalness that almost gives him away.

Dean’s eyebrows shoot skyward as he hastily glances between Cas and y/n who is currently talking to a man behind the counter of the gas station and laughing playfully at whatever he just said.

“Nothing, man. You just seem kinda tense.”

Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel as they continue to watch y/n through the windshield of the car. “Tense” is putting it lightly; Cas has been a ball of jealous rage since they’d decided to send y/n to collect the information on the gold Buick they’ve been searching for. Castiel hasn’t said a single word to indicate any kind of feeling towards her, but there is no denying the intense amount of energy radiating off of the angel.

“Why does she have to cross her arms that way?” Cas grumbles to himself. “Does she not realize that she is only bringing attention to her ample bosom? That cretin she is interrogating has done nothing to hide his fascination with it.”

Dean turns his head slowly to look at him, his eyes wide and his lips pressed in a hard line.

“That’s kind of the point, Cas. Men are pigs and will do anything for a little T&A.”

Cas sighs loudly and fidgets with the front of his tan trenchcoat.

“Are you jealous?” Dean struggles to hide his grin, but as Castiel turns to face him again, the humor drains from his face. Cas is clearly not in the mood to be ribbed, though he remains silent. “It’s ok if you are, bud.”

Cas’ head whips around as y/n pushes through the door and bounces toward the car, flinging the door open and sliding inside.

“Hey guys. Andy says he saw our guy about an hour ago. He was looking for directions to the next town over.”

Castiel turns in his seat to face her, a look of incredulity plastered on his face.

“Andy?” His tone is seething. “Andy? I did not know it was customary for convenience store associates to develop a relationship with customers on a first name basis.”

Y/n’s face screws up, like she’s looking at a piece of abstract art and trying to figure out which way is up. “It was on his nametag, Cas. What crawled up your ass, Halo Top?”

Castiel huffs and turns back to glare at this Andy character as Dean puts the car in reverse and takes off.

Dean clears his throat. “So we are sure that this is our guy?”

“Mid 90’s Buick with Wisconsin plates and a man dressed in an expensive suit? That's our guy,” y/n frowns at the back of Cas’ head as he continues to stare out the window. “So what’s our play?”

“Well, he seems to have a pattern,” Dean hesitates, sneaking a sideways glance at Cas before continuing. “I say we send y/n in to draw him out and then Cas, you and I can take care of him nice and quick.”

A heavy silence fills the car. Cas makes no move to indicate that he’s on board with this plan or that he’s even heard a word Dean said. Dean glances several times between the angel and the road.

“Cas? Buddy, what do you think?”

Slowly and with an air of creepiness to it, Castiel turns his head to face Dean. He narrows his eyes, his lips pressed together for a moment before he turns back to stare, once more, out the window.

Dean’s eyes meet y/n’s in the rearview mirror for a fraction of a second. She shrugs. Castiel mutters something under his breath and it’s all but unintelligible.

“Sorry, man. I couldn’t hear you,” Dean says, tentatively.

Cas sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said, maybe we should go back and get Andy’s input on the matter.”

“Really, Cas? You’re acting like a child,” y/n barks, throwing her hands up.

“Oh, my...would you look at that! The world’s largest barber pole!” Dean exclaims, looking back at y/n with a too-wide grin.

“Well, at least I am not acting like a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction,” Cas sneers.

Dean jerks the wheel of the car to take the exit. “You know I was just thinking I needed a haircut. Good thing we passed by this place…”

“Is that so, Castiel?” Y/n’s voice drops to a low, eerily calm level and her words are full of ice. “You think you’re so fucking high and mighty because you came stocked with a harp and some feathers? Last time I checked our job was to save people and when we pulled into that gas station I didn’t see you offering any ideas or using your angel grace to...oh wait. That’s right. You gave it away to that ass-monkey douche, Metatron and now you’re all out of juice. How’s that working out for you?”

Dean slams the car in park and y/n lurches forward in her seat. He turns around to face her, but her door is already open and she’s striding away.

Castiel sighs and Dean turns to face him. “You called her a prostitute, dude.”

Cas bristles, his cheeks flaming a deep pink color. “No I didn’t, I called her…”

“Yeah yeah...‘a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction’” Dean huffs. “Potato, prostitute, man. What the hell? Just tell her how you feel.”

Cas’ face scrunches up, indignation plaguing his features. “Dean, I am certain I have no…”

A piercing scream cuts him off and the two men scramble from the car. Dean tears off in the direction of the scream as Cas hurriedly pops the trunk and lifts the floor to reveal the hidden cache of various supernaturally relevant weapons. He quickly grabs a sawed off shotgun, an additional angel blade and shoves two flasks of holy water in the pockets of his coat. He slams the trunk shut and runs after Dean.

As Cas approaches a run-down barn, a frustrated cry makes his blood run redhot. A small hiss catches his attention and he turns to see Dean, his back pressed against the dilapidated wall of the barn, gun drawn.

Dean tips his head, directing Cas to follow suit, and then pauses briefly to look at the seething angel; he’s absolutely brimming with pent up rage.

“That whole thing with the dumbass at the gas station have you feeling a little violent?” Dean whispers, hoarsely.

“No, I’m not feeling violent, I’m feeling creative,” Cas pauses, squinting through a knothole in the wall, “with weapons.”

“Let me go, you black-eyed son of a bitch,” y/n shouts, fear lightly tinging her words, “or, so help me God, I will rip your heart out with my bare hands.”

Cas’ hand tightens cruelly around his blade, his teeth grinding together painfully. From where he's standing he can see the back of the demon holding y/n captive. If he weren't human, he would have popped in and smote it; easy peasy. Humanity, in all it's infinitely fascinating simplicity, really has its downsides.

Castiel flicks the cap off one of the flasks and, taking a deep breath, maneuvers from behind the protection of the wall. The demon sizzles, a surprised gasp on his lips as Cas flings the holy water in his direction.

He turns to find y/n, her face marred with cuts and a trickle of blood dripping from her bottom lip. Her hands and feet are bound tightly around a beam in the center of the barn. Cas’ heart lurches as a renewed rage swirls in his gut. The moment's distraction is all the demon needs and, with a swish of his hand, Cas goes flying. He slams, with a painful groan, into the opposite wall, his blade clattering to the floor several feet from him.

“Castiel, you twit,” the demon sneers, “your little girlfriend, here, has you all twitterpated; it looks like you're missing a step, angel.”

Dean creeps behind y/n, moving slowly to avoid making noise and drawing the attention of the now-pacing demon. Y/n jumps as Dean clasps her shoulder reassuringly and begins slicing through her bonds.

“Man, I thought bringing this bitch in,” the demon throws an arm out behind him in y/n’s direction, “would bring me a pretty penny, but you…. Man... That's the real payload.”

Cas winces as he grabs his side, he glances down to find his hand smudged with blood. “What are you talking about? Since when do demons need money?”

The demon chuckles, “That's the best part. We don't. I just really like it.”

Dean severs the ropes keeping y/n bound and helps her sidestep slowly out of the barn. He nods at Cas from behind the demons back, silently urging him to stall.

“So what? You are a demon bounty hunter?”

“Yeah, something like that. You've had a price on your halo since you first shacked up with those idiots in plaid; the Winchesters. I just never thought I'd be the one to collect. Ya know, I gotta say, I'll be glad to be done with all these piddly little contracts I've been working lately.”

“Between you, me and the wall,” Dean's voice booms through the barn and the demon whirls, his eyes flashing black. “tell me - the bounties on me and Cas - whose is bigger?”

Cas leaps to his feet, flicking his hand as the extra angel blade drops into his palm. He rushes forward, jamming the blade into the demon's skull with brutal force, it's tip jutting out from between his left eye and the bridge of his nose. The demon flashes blue before falling forward into a heap onto the ground.

Dean looks between the demon and the angel a few times, his eyes wide.

“Well, that works. Good job, buddy.”

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“Ok, I think that will hold just fine,” Dean splashes Cas’ wound with vodka and presses a clean, white gauze over his minty-fresh stitches. Y/n applies strips of tape to hold the bandage in place, stealing a glance into the angel’s blue eyes as a hiss escapes his lips. Her gaze falls to the fresh black ink scrawled across his ribcage in a language she doesn’t understand before attaching the last strip.

Dean clears his throat, and y/n realizes she’s been rubbing her finger absently across the final piece of tape for longer than necessary. She drops her hand and stands up hastily.

“Alright, y/n have a seat, we need to have a talk,” Dean leans back against the cheaply made dresser that doubles as a TV stand in 90% of the motels across the US and crosses his arms over his chest. Castiel casts y/n a sideways glance as she takes a seat on the bed next to the one he’s been occupying for the last 30 minutes. “Look, you two obviously have shit that you need to work out. I don’t know what the hell is going on between you, but, for the love of God, please...figure it out. For all of our sakes.”

Y/n crosses her arms, mirroring his posture in a much more defensive manner, and frowns up at him.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Dean,” Cas says, staring at Dean with round, angry eyes. “We don’t…”

Dean waves his hand, silencing him. “Ba-bu-bup. None of that bullshit. We are all civilized adults, and I think we can agree that whatever that was that happened earlier…? Not normal.”

Cas sighs and y/n looks at him expectantly.

“You don’t want me here? I get it. I’ll let you have your privacy,” Dean pushes himself upright again and smiles. “I think I hear the local bar calling my name, anyway. Listen, I won’t wait up for you if you guys don’t wait up for me.” He shoots Cas a wink, who returns the gesture with an eyeroll as Dean slips on his jacket and out the door.

Several seconds of awkward silence follow the roar of the Impala as it backs out of the parking spot and pulls out onto the road. Cas continues to glare at the door where Dean had been and y/n looks everywhere except at the sulking angel.

The silence reaches an uncomfortable crescendo before y/n finally breaks.

“You were being an ass, Castiel.”

His head whips around to face her, his eyes impossibly wider as he struggles to find the right words. He still can’t seem to locate them, so he drops his gaze to the floor and coughs lightly.

“I apologize for the things that I said to you earlier,” Cas’ baritone is almost too soft to understand. “Obviously, you are not the type of woman who would actively work to solicit the attention of men in exchange for money.”

Y/n pulls her feet up, hugging her knees and worrying her bottom lip.

“What the hell happened, Cas?”

“Dean says that I was acting out of jealousy,” Cas winces as he shifts to face her more fully.

“What do you have to be jealous of, Cas?” Y/n frowns.

Cas shakes his head, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers. “Ever since I lost my grace, there has been a flood of emotions that was both unexpected and incredibly unsettling. I don’t understand how you all handle the volatility of human emotion with such ease.”

Y/n chuckles. “Have you met our good friend, Dean Winchester? Clearly ‘handling emotions’ is something he would rather not have to deal with. I don’t know anyone that exactly handles them with ‘ease.’” She stands, and crosses the short distance to sit next to him. “I don’t understand what that has to do with what happened today, though.”

Cas feels the warmth of her proximity and smells her shampoo and in an instant, a totally new emotion takes over. His mind floods with a barrage of images of her - her cheeks flushed and her skin dewy as she writhes beneath him, his name falling from her lips like a sinful prayer.

“Cas?”

He jerks his gaze to hers, his eyes practically glowing and his cheeks a deep crimson.

“I feel,” he hesitates, “feelings.”

Y/n blinks. “Well, I mean, at least you’re on the right track. Some people eat theirs.”

“I feel feelings...about you, y/n,” he studies her face, her pink lips curled in a surprised ‘o’ and her eyebrows inching toward her hairline.

“What, uh…” she stammers, the intensity of his gaze muddling her thoughts. “What kind of feelings, Cas?”

Cas reaches up, tentatively brushing the backs of his knuckles across her cheek and tracing the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb. Slowly, he lowers his face to hers, their lips meeting gently at first before the kiss deepens, their fingers tangling in each others’ hair. Breathlessly, y/n pulls back, her eyes falling on Cas’ plush lips, now swollen with the effect of her kisses and she smiles.

“I believe that the feelings I am currently experiencing are sexual in nature, though I cannot be completely positive.”

Y/n giggles and his brows crease, in confusion.

“Listen, Cas. Next time, don’t insinuate that the girl you are having feelings for is a prostitute. It sends the wrong message,” she winks at him.

Cas’ lips meet hers again, a leisurely but intense need building between them as their tongues dart between each other’s lips. Their bodies press closely together, as though the air between them is too much to bear.

This time Cas pulls away, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

“The only ‘next time’ I am concerned about involves more of this.”

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