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twistedoverbloat · 2 years

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Bayonetta yuu? I mean a cool witch that is fashinable without trying and super strong. Witch??? Just being summoned in a new world and trying to lay low now they gotta fight angels and overblots. I guess they got to help these boys

Still new in Bayonetta so not really familiar with her personality but I tried! >~<

- Bayonetta anon(just to let you know when I talk more)

Bayonetta Yuu STRUTTED into that ceremony and immediately got Vil's attention as her heels clicked to the Mirror. She threw off her robe and looked at Crowley "Tell me bird man where am I? I need to be somewhere so make it snappy." Her black body suit shined and Vil had heart eyes. Crowley stuttered out that she was at NRC a wizard school "Oh a wizard school well let me show you how a WITCH fights!" And a monster crashed through that wasn't Grim and she began to shoot at it.

After she Defeated it she flipped her hair and Rook began to praise her. She smiled "AWE a little boy thinks he can praise me so easily? Earn it first dear." And she strutted to the Mirror demand on to be sent back. When the mirror said he couldn't she pointed her gun at it "Listen here how does the Americans put it Oh yes If you don't do this I'll bust a cap in yo ass." As she cocked the gun.

Crowley defused the situation as he didn't want to mirror broken. Grim set fire and she put him in his place. "Tsk tsk tsk! Don't you know unobedient kitties get punished!" As she got a whip out. Vil clapped when she was done "Oh your beauty and grace! Headmaster please let me As the dormhead of Pomefiore of the Beautiful Queen take care of her!" Bayonetta looked at him "Oh oh oh so a little boy wants to play?" Crowley disagreed and dragged Yuu to Ramshackle.

Yuu cocked a gun by his head "What is this monstrosity? I demand a different and better dorm." Crowley nodded and fixed the place up. Yuu nodded saying this is gold enough. And with that she dismissed him. "Now let's see oh little kitty cat you can come out now." Grim came forward yelling g he wanted a cat but Yuu shushed him. "There's ghosts here let's get rid of them!" Grim rolled his eyes and agreed.

And that's how Bayonetta Yuu came to Twisted wonderland.

#bayonetta yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu

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vamp-fag · 15 hours

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well if youre happy with either choice, then i think puppy should touch himself~

but! you still have to follow my commands, okay?

first command: you cant cum unless i give you permission. even if you get sleepy and beg for it, if i dont want you to cum, you dont get to cum, okay pup? if you dont follow this command, then youre a Bad Puppy, you should be embarrassed for being so unobedient, and id be disappointed in you.

second command: i want you take your favorite position to touch yourself in, and tell me how you look in that position.

third command: (if there's no possibility for intrusion) then i want you to be fully naked. a puppy shouldnt be wearing clothes, that's human stuff, after all. if you cant for whatever reason, then i want you to bark 10 times and whimper.

complete these commands, then ill continue.

okay!! m in position; flat on my back with my legs spread, touching under my shorts

n n i wish i could b fully naked but m too scared someone will walk in :( but dont worry, i barked 10 times n whimpered, just like you asked!!

#nsft asks

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hedegustafsson72 · 1 year

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#Hyped pvp #hypedpvp

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makeyoumine69 · 11 months

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I love ur work 💞 can u do a fic with Patrick punishing his dearling for being unobedient🙏

Hello dear anon! Thank you for your kind words! I am working on the prompt with similar concept, I will post it soon, stay tuned! <3

#answered asks #asks are always welcome #💗 anon

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hikago-fanfics · 2 years

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He is My Prince

Akari is a sweet little sister. She is obedient. She is very easy to forgive, even often apologizes first even though it is not her who is at fault. But there are times when she argues and is unobedient. Even though she was advised gently, she persisted. Persist to follow Hikaru.

“Tsk,” Megumi grumbled when her sister caught lying. Akari protested that she almost didn't meet Hikaru because of Megumi's actions. Megumi didn't hate Hikaru, but she hated that Akari fell in love with that little brat. Even though since childhood Hikaru was nosy, stupid, insensitive, sometimes rude, disrespectful, and selfish, but Akari still likes him.

"Onee-chan doesn't understand… Hikaru is my prince!" She objected when Megumi told her to ignore Hikaru's invitation to play when they were very young. Even though she came home in the afternoon crying, the next day she looked for Hikaru again and again.

"Akari, is Hikaru still your prince?" Megumi asked. Akari's face reddened at the question. Apparently her sister still remembers her words when she was little.

"Uuuh, he's my boyfriend, onee-chan," Akari corrected.

"Well, that's true. Where is there a prince like Hikaru? In fiction alone the prince is elegant and understands manners, haha," Megumi commented with a mocking laugh.

"At least he's serious about pursuing his dream," Akari argued, "and most importantly I like him."

"Yeah, but does he really like you?" Asked Megumi. And Akari couldn't respond it. She went to her room without being able to argue more.

Phew. Megumi thought maybe she herself wasn't hateful, but she was only jealous. She also wants to feel what Akari feels: loving someone loyally. Or maybe become a loved one like Hikaru that Akari loves.

#hikaru no go #hikago fanfics #hikaru x akari #Hikaru no ai

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tayaminaka · 4 years

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hi!! may i request ~cockwarming~ drabble or headcanons (whichever you prefer!) for akutagawa, chuuya, and/or dazai ? 🥴

Authors Note : I’m sorry if it’s too short, I don’t really know how long a drabble should be.

Cockwarming with Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu and Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

“Nnng....Ryū...gentle”

His grip was firmly tight, his kisses rough as his bites and hands. Your body was fully naked, hands bond with the belt of his coat in front of your face as you laid under the blanket with him. His cold lips abused your shoulder and neck roughly and nearly painful but pleasurable at the same time. His clothes were still on him, only his pants were pulled down a bit.

"You wanted this. Now don’t move and take it”

It was a little bit like a challenge for him, how long he will last until he becomes unsatisfied himself. Again his tongue slide along your neck, finding a place for another love bite on it. As you try to move, you feel something crawl up your feet,wrapping it’s rings around them. After all, his coat was still on him. Now you could feel his piercing eyes looking at you and the light but victory-sure smirk on his face. He pulled you back to his chest, rhetoricaly asking you, sending a shiver down your spine and a blush on your face

“Didn’t I tell you not to move? I hope you know what an unobedient person gets”

Chuuya Nakahara

“Hmmgh...you so fucking tight, Y/N...”

He groaned in your ear, pulling you closer to his bare chest. You were sitting on his lap, infront of a simple mirror, trying to concentrate on something else than your reflection. But you effort failed as he grabbed your face and forced you to look at the mirror, seeing your blushing face as you saw your current position. He was sitting right behind, bare chested with only choker, pants and gloves on, smirking for himself as he holds you in place but you could still see some sweat on his forehead. Trough you shirt you could feel his firm muscles and the familiar smell of old red wine and expensive perfume tickled your nose.

“Already....c-cumming, Chu~?”

Pure sarcasm was in your voice, teasing him with it and pulling on his ego. Well what else could you do in this situation where you are fully at his mercy, with your hands bond behind your back

“I see we are in a teasing mode, aren’t we~?”

His gloved hand bruised your hip along with his teeth on your neck, leaving red hickeys and love bites. He licked along your ear as he whispered with his whisky voice in your ear and you could feel his oh so obvious smirk

“Then you should be ready for the consequences, love~”

Dazai Osamu

„My, My~aren’t you so tight for me~”

Whispered he in your ear with his teasing voice. His chin rested on your head as his arms hugged you around your stomach. Heavy breathing, you tried to move a bit to maybe gain a little release but the arms around you were stronger. Your pants were down to the middle of your thighs while his pants were only opened. You were sitting behind the big medicine table but now on Dazai’s lap as his cock was buried deep in you. You only helped Yosano in the Agency infirmary while she was out but everything changed when this sneaky man saw his opportunity

“D-Dazai...haah..move...”

“Weren’t you sorting papers? You know they won’t do it itself, won’t they? Ne, Belladonna~”

One hand slowly slide to the upper buttons of your shirt. One by one opened, shoving more skin only for him to abuse it with his lips and teeth. He grabbed the upper end of the shirt and pulled your shoulder out. His hot tongue slide across it before sinking his lips and teeth into it, leaving another love mark on you

“Don’t worry love~ We have plenty of time before you finish these papers~”

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galaxy-charm · 5 years

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A Cup Of Coffee For You and Me [Writer's Month Day 3: Coffee Shop AU]

Dean leaned his head back on the plywood walls, absentmindedly stirring his black coffee, which had grown cold by now. The squarish wall clock told him it was late into the office hours, and usually no one came around this time. So at least, Dean had a piece of quiet to himself.

He was lost in the sea of his thoughts, his eyes running through the cracks that stretched themselves across the plain, beige cafe walls. ‘Back In Black’ had just come on the radio, and he recognized its tune five seconds in. Taking an appreciative sip of his coffee, Dean smiled to himself. Classic.

With fluid, familiar movements, Dean stood and strode behind the counter. He proceeded with the chores, so routine they became a part of him, as he rocked himself to the beat of the song.

The soft, hypnotic tinkle of the door chime disrupted his groove, and Dean glanced up in time to catch sight of the dark-haired man entering his cafe. He placed the mug he was washing down and plastered a smile on his face.

“Hey,” Dean greeted casually. “What can I get you?”

The customer turned to face him and Dean had to do double take. He took a cautious step forward, his gaze flickering up and down. The man wore a trenchcoat, with sparkling baby blue eyes that Dean somehow could never get out of his head. The hair on his head was a combed mess, one he had not seen for so long.

A small smile lit the man's face as he recognized Dean's reaction.

"You remember me."

Dean's breath was hitched in his throat, but he managed to stutter. "Yeah, I-I do." And he needed some time to process the impossibility of their meeting. He thought he had glimsped the man just outside his shop a few times, but assumed he was seeing things. Now, the man was solid and here, and Dean could only chalk it up to coincidence.

"Let me—I'll make you a coffee, alright?"

The man's eyes softened. "Of course, Dean."

Dean nodded awkwardly and busied himself with the nearby cup and the machine, running through the man's face rapidly through his mental database, searching for a matching name. After such a long time, he must have forgotten the name, but somehow, that face had continued to linger beneath the surface of his consciousness.

Risking a chance, Dean shot a quick glance behind his shoulder. But to his disappointment, the man was already gone, wandering off and sitting himself down at a booth by the window. He had his chin propped up on his fist, and was looking out the glass, surveying the view outside. Readying his nerves, Dean balanced both their cups on a tray and headed towards their allocated booth.

"A cup of coffee, for you and me," Dean said, sliding in opposite the man. "And it's Castiel, right?"

The man reached for his coffee and nodded, though he seemed uncomfortable at the mention of his full name. "I am Castiel, but you used to call me—"

"Cas," Dean blurted out, the memories finally surfacing. "I always call you Cas."

A hint of a smile tugged at Castiel's lips, and he nodded once again. He sipped the coffee and said. "You haven't forgotten it all, then."

Dean shook his head. "Of course not. How could I?" He paused and drummed his fingers on the wooden table surface. "We were in elementary school. Met you in first grade. The funniest thing though, was when we called ourselves..."

"Bestest best friends." Castiel chimed in.

As they simultaneously completed the sentence, Castiel caught Dean's eyes. It was then that the unspoken tension between them had dissipated, and they shared a smile of longing.

"Guess it stuck, huh?"

"Definitely, Dean."

Dean cleared his throat and managed to tear his gaze away. Unobediently, it drifted up to the black waves of Castiel's hair. Without thinking, Dean smiled a little wider as he reached out across the table between them to ruffle his fingers through the warm strands of the midnight-black mess. "Still running for most unkept hair of the year award, I see."

Castiel blushed and gazed down, but he didn't draw away from Dean's friendly touch. "Dean, you haven't changed even a little."

To that, Dean grinned and sat back down. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is," Castiel whispered, almost as if he didn't want Dean to overhear.

After a few missing beats, they sat in the overwhelming silence, the quiet brimming full with everything they left unsaid. Things were easier then, but through the lens of Now, to say that feelings were ten times harder would be an understatement.

Dean swallowed and spoke up first. "So Cas, what brings you here?"

Castiel sighed and played with his hands. "I need your help, Dean."

"Help?" Dean frowned. "How?"

"I...I wish it wasn't like this, Dean. But I..." Castiel's gaze drifted away as he shook his head and tried again.

"I wish we'd met again on better terms, better times, but right now—" he broke off, tears brimming in his eyes. Dean eyed him worriedly as his friend interlaced his fingers and bit his lip.

"Cas? Is everything okay?"

The only reply Dean received was the fleck of a tear that rolled down Castiel's cheek. Castiel had tried to brush it away, but he wasn't quick enough to hide it from Dean's keen gaze.

"Hey, hey," Dean placed a gentle hand on Castiel shoulder, wishing he could say something, anything, to make his friend feel better. Yet, the words were jammed in his throat. It would all have spilled so easily many years ago, but it seems that all the years of failing to keep in touch had drawn a separating line between their friendship.

"I'm sorry," Castiel mumbled, hiding his face behind the back of his palm as he wiped his falling tears. "I'm so sorry, Dean. I-I..."

"Don't need to apologize, Cas." Dean insisted, shifting so he was seated right next to Castiel. "You're human, alright? We all break down sometimes, and that's okay."

Castiel teared a little more at the comforting words and sinked into Dean's waiting grasp, seeking for a certain smothering warmth. It seared on his skin uncomfortably, but he didn't care if he'll burn. And Dean let himself touch his friend for the first time in so long, reuniting the touch of their skin once again. Through that brief period of pain and vulnerability, it had healed the rift that tore them apart.

Gradually, Castiel found the courage to level his sorrowful eyes at Dean's, letting a few tears slip from his control. Releasing them, he felt a blissful sense of being unweighted again, of being carefree. And the last time he felt like this...it was with Dean.

Always him.

Taking the unsaid cue, Dean patted his shoulder and smiled. "Whatever you're going through, Cas, I can help you. Just don't bear it all alone, okay?"

Castiel's heart fluttered a little in his chest.

"Okay."

—

"Cas! Want some COFFEE?" Dean yelled to be heard across the space of their large cafe.

Castiel was currently working on the drawings to be painted on the wall, a brush clutched in his hand. He hollered a reply in equal volume. "Of course, Dean! THANKS!"

From somewhere in the distance, Castiel caught onto Dean's faint 'Okay, babe'. He smiled and turned his attention back onto the pictures, picking up the bucket of ink and resuming his paintings.

He couldn't help but be lost in his thoughts as he put on graceful strokes of ink onto what was a plain wall. It was a nice metaphor, he thought, for he was without life until he chanced upon Dean. Especially first when they were but children. He hadn't had the best childhood, growing up poor. But Dean was there every day to share with Castiel his extra sandwich, or maybe his second apple that he managed to sneak off to school.

And just recently, Dean had helped him up by offering him a job at his cafe and a place to stay, getting Castiel back onto his life. Frankly, he was surprised Dean had developed feelings for him, that he out of all people would reciprocate the gesture. But he supposed Life had its own way of working out.

Everytime he got caught too deep, Dean would rescue him from the murky waves to make sure he didn't drown. And Castiel was prepared to do the same.

It was not before long that Dean's teasing voice cut him from out his thoughts.

"Hey, Cas, you've been staring at the wall for a while now. You okay?"

Castiel started suddenly, pulling himself from the swirling mist of his mind. "What?"

Dean smiled fondly, a twinkle in his eye. "Nothing," he offered a cup. "Your coffee?"

Castiel nimbly climbed down from the ladder, placing his painting equipment by the side, and gratefully accepted the hot drink. They sat on opposite ends of the nearing booth, consuming their coffee as Dean surveyed the freshly painted walls. Castiel waited nervously for his approval.

"Cas, these pictures, did you draw them?" Dean aimed his finger at the walls of their cafe, pointing at a certain comic coffee cup with a heart-shaped cream design drawn in the brown liquid.

"I did."

Dean drew in a deep breath, his facial expressions growing more and more astounded with each passing minutes. The mere realization that Castiel could even be so talented took his breath away. "Wow."

Castiel kept his eyes down on his coffee, shyly inquiring. "Are...are these images what you had in mind?"

"These are definitely better, Cas," Dean sounded surprised as he chuckled. "Plus, I didn't know you could draw so well..."

Dean's favourite blush was once again creeping up Castiel's cheeks, and he glanced down at his lap. Dean knew his lover hadn't mastered the art of responding to compliments, so he seized every chance he could to make Castiel flush red and smile that beautiful beam.

Reaching across the space between them, Dean linked his fingers with Castiel's, squeezing their hands affectionately. With the movement, their engagement rings clinked, metal against metal, a sound so blessed and magical.

"I love you, Cas." Dean said, the simple three words of a promise.

Castiel pulled his best friend in for a gentle kiss, and when they were apart again, he replied. "I love you too, Dean."

They shared a blissful smile, before Dean lifted his cup into the air, as if he was making a toast.

"A cup of coffee for you and me, Cas."

Castiel beamed and promised as well. "For you and me."

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#my writing #destiel #supernatural #writersmonth2019

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midnight-musings-blog · 6 years

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A night of darkness and of storms! Into the Chamber of the Tomb Thalaba led the Old Man, To roof him from the rain. A night of storms! the wind Swept through the moonless sky, And moan’d among the pillar’d sepulcheres; And in the pauses of its sweep They heard the heavy rain Beat on the monument above. In silence on Oneiza’s grave Her father and her husband sate. The Cryer from the Minaret Proclaim’d the midnight hour. “Now, now!” cried Thalaba; And o'er the chamber of the tomb There spread a lurid gleam, Like the reflections of a sulphur fire; And in that hideous light Oneiza stood before them. It was She… Her very lineaments…and such as death Had changed them, livid cheeks and lips of blue; But in her eye there dwelt Brightness more terrible Than all the loathsomeness of death. “Still art thou living, wretch?” In hollow tones she cried to Thalaba; “And must I nightly leave my grave To tell thee, still in vain, God hath abandoned thee?” “This is not she!” the Old Man exclaim’d; “A Fiend; a manifest Fiend!” And to the youth he held his lance; “Strike and deliver thyself!” “Strike HER!” cried Thalaba, And palsied of all power, Gazed fixedly upon the dreadful form. “yea, strike yer!” cried a voice, whose tones Flow’d with such a sudden healing through his soul, As when the desert shower From death deliver’d him; But unobedient to that well-known voice, His eye was seeking it, When Moath, firm of heart, Perform’d the bidding: through the vampire corpse He thrust his lance; it fell, And howling with the wound, its fiendish tenant fled, A sapphire light fell on them, And garmented with glory, in their sight Oneiza’s Spirit stood.

Robert Southey, Thalaba the Destroyer, 1801 (exempt)

A early Vampire portrayal in this poem, though this is only one part of the entire piece, as it is not a purely vampire work. Maybe my fellow vampire fans will like this, hmm? :) This is very similar to the discovery of Lucy Westernra in Dracula, and I think therefore Bram Stoker must have read this - he worked on Dracula for many years btw from 1890 - 1897. But of course there are only so many ways to write a vampire discovery and destruction.

#vampire literature #robert southey #english literature #poetry #vampire #thalaba the destroyer #horror #gothic #romanticism

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benzodiazepinegirl · 3 years

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So for that I am already unobedient, rebel for my life and suicidal... I decided to look for ways to devote my soul&pain to. This will probably be something spiritual or related to spiritualism at some point. There are many ways in all beliefs to do so. I've started my research and I hope I will find something that both embraces my attemps to find a meaning in life and relieves me from my pain of this world and this dimension.

#suicidal #depressed #depression #spiritual #spiritualism

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xxchlchlxx · 3 years

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I want everyone to look at the wall...

Why are you still reading this I told you to look at the wall you unobedient potato

#useless #uncultured #obedience #looking at he wall

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sankiking · 6 years

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My early morning conversations with a blank canvas seem pretty much like a parent talking to an unobedient teenage child "What am I even gonna do with you!!?" ― #sankiking #paint #canvas #blankcanvas #monochrome #black #white #winsor #winsorandnewton #winsornewton

#sankiking #winsor #winsornewton #black #blankcanvas #paint #white #winsorandnewton #canvas #monochrome

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larizzo-exe · 6 years

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Babysittin' right now.

Except for the boy is 12 and kind of an asshole who throws in unqualified comments here and there. He doesn't listen to you because he is simply not interested in what you have to say.

I have known this child since he was born and he has ever since been an unobedient, energetic child because his parents failed to scold and punish him when really necessary.

Now, I have some kind of special position I think because he has always taken a liking to me. Ever since he was a toddler. That's probably why his parents entrust me with the task of watching over him.

He is asleep now and I/we did 3 of the 4 tasks we were supposed to do: studying, walking the dog and feeding the dog. Rehearsing his presentation for english class fell flat.

I did way too much for his lazy ass though the only thing he really did by himself was feeding the dog and that ways way later than he was supposed to since I had to remind him and I didn't remember it myself.

*exhales*

At least their dog is a real angel. Her name is Sunny and I hope she is my friend now.

#lari's life #blog #personal #babysitting #children #experience #story #I bet nobody reads this shit

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strawberry38 · 5 years

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In medieval times women were known for being sticked to labeles as 'unobedient, agressive, etc'. Those modern animated ladies would have been involved into whoppingass for being outspoken and loud. Even then you have that part when women challenge such tropes not as an act of "those attitudes never fucking existed to begin with so I'm kind of acting like an empowered woman to sneakly please the female audience the work was aimed for". Instead the next grumpy or brutish member never has some more of light hearted or easy going persona, do as you like, could be that the situation or time of hers tells, considering I added this statement as a next list to another good role modeling. [As added to those polished/modernised/manipulated/altered animated ladie's attitudes and upbringing, Instead, seems like it's not irrelevant when you reproduce a scapegoatly coded villian, as the source to a shady fairy tale script] .

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dear--j · 7 years

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My NGT oshi is Otaki Yuria because I got her photo from when I ate 48 chicken nuggets

I don’t think this could be more fitting???

Weaknesses: Being unobedient, Saying unnecessary things

Favorite saying: "I love myself. 2D is the best."

The member she looks up to the most is Kinoshita Momoka, saying: "She is the most unique, individualistic and I think it's cool how she is so strong- & independent‐minded."

#SHE WAS DESTINED FOR ME

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 7 years

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Imagine: Dean gets upset when you try to ditch the boys when a demon is coming after you in order to protect them.

Warnings: angst, fluff (i think), mentions of blood AN: Angel requested “No Pairing other than partner/friend/family–Angst!”, i hope I’ve delivered. You can read this however you like in terms of pairing. Also, this is unbeta’d and whipped up in under 30mins, apologies for the quality.

“Dean, I’m sorry.” I tried again. It had been a week of apologizing non stop and Dean still hadn’t said a word to me since the demon’s death. “Please, Dean, just…” I sighed, sliding down the door, pulling my knees into my chest, “Just talk to me.”

“YN’s gone.” Sam called, finding the note she’d left on her bed. “What?” Dean barked, rounding the corner and ripping the note from Sam’s hand. I’m sorry boys, but this one’s after me and I won’t have anything happen to either of you because of me. I’ll see you round, please don’t try find me, or hunt him down, or stop me… This one’s on me. I’ll fix it. “She’ll come back, Dean.” Sam muttered upon seeing his brother’s eyes begin to shine. “We can trace her phone, summon Crowley and find this demon.” Dean growled, scrunching the paper in his hand and throwing it onto the bed, turning and storming toward the door. “Sorry boys, can’t help with this one.” The familiar rasp sounded. Dean stopped short of the door and the King of Hell. “You saying you can’t control your demons?” Dean snapped, his shoulders squaring off, nostrils flaring, growing an inch and towering over Crowley. The demon just shrugged and raised an eyebrow. “This one’s rogue, has a vendetta against our Y/N. Trust me, I want him dead just as bad as you.” Crowley explained with a flick of his hand. “You-” Dean was bristling, luckily Sam quickly stepped forward, catching Dean’s shoulder. “You’ve found wayward demons in the past, Crowley, find this one.” Sam warned, the King of Hell disappeared and the boys hurried to the library.

“Boys?” She answered, panting and yet she sounded weary. “YN, what the hell were you thinking?” Dean demanded, Sam held the phone between them as Dean roared the Impala well over the speed limit. “Where are you?” Sam asked, Crowley had informed them of which city but not the specifics, insisting he didn’t know anything further. “The only motel in Lubbock, Texas.” She answered, ignoring Dean’s question. “We’ll be there in an hour.” Sam said, they waited for her to say something, the line, quiet for what seemed hours. “I’m sorry.” She breathed before hanging up. “What the hell happened?” Dean’s voice was deep and gravelly, his terror and anger roaring out of him in one sentence. Sam gave YN a said look, he’d been on the end of this line of questioning before, hell both boys had done exactly what she had, and yet they still couldn’t see the sense in it. “I … I thought I was doing what was best for you both. I thought I was protecting you.” Her eyes flickered up from the floor to Dean and then back down. Dean shook his head and snorted, stomping out of the room. “He’ll come around.” Sam assured, but he wasn’t certain. He hadn’t seen Dean this upset in years. Sam watched as YN went back to pulling the scour over the blood stained, floor boards. Dipping her hand into the bucket of soapy, red, water and sloshing it back to the ground, scrubbing hard. The boys had arrived as Crowley was leaving with the unobedient demon, both demon and YN had been bloodied and bruised, cut and grazed, but both alive, just.

I almost fell backwards as the door flung open from behind me. I caught myself and planted my feet under me, swiveling and standing in one. “Dean, please, hear me out?” I begged as the willful Winchester stepped around me and headed down the corridor, turning his back on me, not noticing the tears beginning to form in my eyes, again. “Dean!” I yelled. He paused, his head hung low as if he was tired of this, so was I and that’s probably why I said what I did, “You’ve left before, claiming it was better for Sam, better for Cass, for Mary, for Lisa, for anyone… but it was actually best for you.” I didn’t mean for my tone to be accusing, but it was, nor did I mean to continue, but I did, “You’ve left everyone behind at some point because it was too dangerous, or their lives were at threat, or they would be a burden… Dean I truly believed the Demon would kill me then turn on you and Sam. I was prepared to do a deal to save your lives. But when he came, I couldn’t do it…” I panted, I hadn’t realized I’d worked myself into a frenzy of emotions till now, but that’s the worst part of verbal diarrhea, you don’t choose when it stops, “I wanted to fight, I wanted to come back to you and Sam, I wanted to live. I chose you, Dean.” I spat, he was stock still, as if time had frozen around me and I was left to live out my days with statues. I watched him for a minute, his steady breath in the rise and fall of his shoulders was all that told me time was moving. He didn’t make a move, not one. I closed my eyes, letting the tears drip and slide down my cheeks, I sighed and opened my eyes, turning to leave. I wouldn’t leave the bunker again, that much was clear, I wouldn’t leave Dean, or Sam. I lived for those boys, that much was clear. But it was breaking my heart to watch Dean resent me and my actions, when all I was doing was something he’d taught me. “YN.” His voice was soft but it tore through my thoughts, it was my turn to freeze. There was silence, I turned to see if he’d actually spoken or it was my mind giving me what I needed most. Dean was facing me, his eyes focused on mine, boring through my skull and into my very soul. “I thought I’d lost you.” His voice cracked and he struggled to swallow. He cleared his throat and tried again, taking a tentative step in my direction. “I may have done all those things…” Dean took another step, “but,” another step, “I know better now. We work together. The three of us.” Dean looked down to take the last step, the step that would bring us within arms reach of each other, he looked back up, “Because you’re family.” There was a calm that passed in the air between us, an understanding. It was still and silent for minutes before either of us moved. I reached for him as he did for me, pulling each other into our arms, clutching at skin and molding together. This was home, right here, Dean’s arms, his strength was mine, his words and feelings and thoughts... It all fell into place. I pulled my head back from where it was tucked, under his chin, against his neck, and looked into his eyes. “Family.”

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