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series:

SUPERNATURAL:

DISPATCH:

Beneath The Surface (Waterboy x Male reader)

Oneshots:

Team Fortress 2:

two ladies (Heavy x Reader x Medic)

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What's better than one people ? Its two people!! (Medic x Reader x Heavy Headcanons)

Pairing: Heavy x Gn Reader x Medic

Word Count: 867 words

Summary: You are involved in a throuple with Heavy and medic. thats it.

Warnings: mentions of fighting and battle, a bit of lore, regular relationship things, and smut under the cut heheheheh

A/N: i actually really really wanted to read a fic like this, but no one has written it beside a few bad smutty oneshot. well if you cant find it, just make it yourself. im also terrible at writing headcannons so bear with me. i also plan on writing more about theese three so just wait

the relation was odd at first.

Medic and Heavy didn't seem like relationship people, especially not enough to have 3 people in one relationship.

it started as stupid work thing, first it was just pocketing in battle. Either one on one or as a team of three, they always worked so well. after that it turned to drinks after work, lounging around medics med bay during quiet hours. Delving into long conversations about something stupid scout had done that day or something more philosophical like the Russian poetry book Heavy had read the day before.

ofc nothing crazy at first, a quiet compliment here or a job good after a rough battle.

just coworkers being friends right?

soon it turned to joking flirting, ” you always pocket teammates or just your favorites ? “ ”You tell me Meine Liebe, do you hurt yourself on purpose just to see me ?”

the relationship started after a drunken night out, filled with drunken jokes and sober thoughts. after that night, it felt almost embarrassingly until the two men confessed that they enjoyed more than just a drunk thrill.

after that i just became more. Small dates in med bay with medic, sharing sandwiches with heavy between battles, or small training dates with the both of them.

You all just tried to see each other as much as you could, especially considering yalls busy schedule with your missions and battles

okay enough build up now imma just rattle off some basic head cannons

Flirting with Medic was far easier though, He made more of a reaction. He would flirt back, Heavy on the other hand was harder to crack. He’d give the occasional smirk or few worded comment but only rarely did he ever indulge the flirting like medic did.

well- that was before the three had started their little arrangement. after it started, it was learned that heavy was actually quiet the sweet talker, usually not in English. He became quite the poet in Russian.

with the three of you in a relationship, you would assume their would be problems with jealously but with both of them their really isn’t. There grown man, they know how to share. They also know your an adult person and can chose who you want to want to spend your time with.

you all do try to keep your relationship on the down low- medic mentions something in your guys contract about a rule dealing with relationships between coworkers but you never read it completely to know- but you guys aren’t exactly super subtle.

to most the mercs like scout or solider or demo, you three just look like genuine good friends. Maybe beside the weird comment here and there but what friends don't make odd jokes with each other. But to the other mercs like engineer or spy, they could see right through yall clever disguises.

the longing gazes between battles, the compliments that sounded more like flirting rather than just guys being guys. or maybe it was the indecent where Engie caught you sandwich between the two of them half decent.

either way the other mercs weren't snitches so they didn’t say too much

now onto the smut heheh cause i cant wait lol

ofc sex with 3 people was tricky at first but after some trial and error you all figured it out.

both men weren’t partically small in the well…. penis department, so of course that took some getting used to too.

Medic was probably the more dominant between the 3 of you. Heavy usually just went with the flow or what the two of you wanted.

You usually ended up sandwich between them (not that you were complaining)

Eiffel tower, split roasting or double penetration were some of the most common positions between you three. cucking was also very common

you all ofc weren't prudes and tried a few different positions before finding your favorites. Heavy liked any position where you sat on top of him, his fat cock filling what ever hole you had. maybe because he like seeing your size difference or maybe he just enjoyed the sight of you trying to take all of him at once

Medic liked to watch a lot more than parcpiate, most times claiming it was for science. He would comment suggestions from his chair. ”ah, heavy make sure to focus on their chest. they like that haha”

He’d throw instructions out like a director, neither you or heavy seemed to argue because he did tens to have really good ideas. with his extensive medical knowledge and knowledge of what the two of you liked, it seemed like everything out of his mouth wasn't terrible.

of course med play was a common kink that came into the bedroom. Sometimes you and heavy played into medic fantasy where you two were just the oh so injured patients and the only medicine that could cure you was a good old fucking from your doctor (that sounded really corny mb chat.)

either way you were fucked, you usually ended up fucked out and stretched out, never deprived of what you need.

i mean how would you when you have two burly mercs to take care of you ?

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Beneath the Surface

summary: direct contuiton of last chapter, M/n does his job but comes into trouble on his walk home. He has it handled, well handled enough until he gets cock blocked by a certain hero

Chapter 3

heavy feet stomped against the side walk sending a faint sound through the now empty street. M/n walked down the streets limping, arm pressed to his side in pain as he walked. The job had gone worse than he thought. there was more people than expected and over all it was a total shit job. it was one of those jobs that made M/n reconsider his career.  I mean it was never to late to switch, he would make a good [career of your choice I give up].  in reality you could hardly call vigilantism a job more like a life threatening  it doesn't pay well if at all. the only thing that does pay him are the side gigs he picks up when he can. Most are spiritual, exorcising spirits, summoning dead realities for one more conversation or just cleansing peoples auras, its not glamorous work but it keep the lights on. 

He wasn't feeling quite glamorous either. it felt sweaty and his whole body ached like crazy. he continued to hold his arm as he stopped for a second. M/n leaned on a nearby wall, the cold brick pressing against his back like a support. He let his head fall back, eyes briefly closing as he let out a long breath. his lungs wheezed as he breath, air blowing through his mask into the cold night air. 

M/n turned his head as he caught his breath. Just now noticing her was leaning next to a very large window filled with live televisions. He moved off the walling, groaning as his back ached at he movement. He step In front of the window, several televisions were on and broadcasting things like the news and the weather.  ‘just regularly boring TV shit’ he thought as his gaze scanned over the bright flashing screens. Only ones caught his eye, just some news station. LA 7 News,  the red headline calling to him like a big billboard - ‘ MECHA MAN BREAKS SILENCE’. an older man with a beat up face spoke into the mic. He talked about suing and pressing charges. he was obviously upset about something, something about being attacked and what not. but the screen didn’t stay on him for too long, switching to news anchor   Up next, is Mecha Man a Mecha quitter?”  the screen then shifted again to what looked like a street interview. ”Yeah, I mean, it seems like it’d be better if he died than be a mecha coward, you know?”  the civilian spoke. “What kind of example is he setting?” as he spoke M/n could feel himself growing annoyed, most people took hero’s or granted. They just saw the suit and not the person behind it. people are selfish and take things for granted, another reason to why M/n never became a hero. people were protected and safe and they still complained. M/n just sighed and watched. He never knew Mecha man, he heard of him and saw him. He was a big figure here, a 3 generation hero that the people loved. M/n never had an opinion on him, he didn’t partically pay him any mind or gave him the room in his brain to wander. just another hero doing his job, nothing new. 

A sudden voice came from beside him, “Empty your pockets ”. M/n turned just to be met with the barrel of a gun inches from his face. M/n looked past the gun to see someone, masked dressed in black standing just a few feet next to him. He looked slim, the clothes he wore looked loose and ill fitting. He looked like he was trying to make himself look bigger than he actually was.  M/n also notice the slight shake of the gun, a subtle nervous shake like holding it made him nervous.

“excuse me ?” M/n asked even though he had heard him clearly. The man shook the gun at him “I said- Empty your pockets. give me everything you got.” The man demanded. M/n looked at him, more like he was shocked this guy had the audacity to even threaten him. He was mainly surprised the dark armored suit didn't deter the guy. ‘he has guts’ M/n thought. walking up to someone in full gear and weapon belt out in the open mean't you either had guts or a death wish.  ”and what it i don’t ?” M/n challenged back. The armed man narrowed his eyes and shook the gun again. “then- then I'm going to shoot you” He threatened. 

M/n just chuckled, Turing to fully face the man now “oh yeah? “ M/n said practically joking. but before the guy could even speak of reach for the trigger, M/N pushed forward. Shoving the mans arm with a harsh push, the gun flew out of his hand. Clattering to the ground away from them. 

And again before the man could react, M/n pushed forward again. Sending a rough punch to the mans face then to his  chest, successfully knocking him back. The man fell back in a daze, his back slamming against the concrete with a thud. M/n didn’t move, didn’t kick him while he was down. He hoped maybe the small whopping would send him running. 

but of course things never went as M/n wanted. The man shook his head, sitting up he steadyed himself. His head whipped around. looking from side to side until he stop, eyes landing on his gun. the man, with no further hesitation rushed forward, obviously making a run for it.  M/n watched and took off right after him, but the other man was faster. 

The man reached and swipe the gun off the ground. Now holding it the man raised his arm, finger moving quick the the trigger. M/n waited to hear the gun go off and expected the bullet to hit. he closed his eyes and braced for impact, but the impact never came. M/n opened his eyes, watching as a sudden bright light flew down. a yellow burst of light smashed against the man to the ground. the gun, again, left his hand clattering to the ground. he groaned, no doubt in a lot of pain. 

M/n stood very confused. “what the…” he spoke as his words trailed off.. ”Sorry about that, just looked like you needed the help” a voice spoke, the sound descending from the sky. M/n immediately looked to the voice, his head whipped up. He looked up and saw a figure floating down front the sky, the bright street light behind them shown behind them like an angelic glowed. squinting through the light M/n could make out the figures long blonde hair, then it clicked to who it was. 

Blonde Blazer. 

She floated down, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind. she looked ever so elegant, she looked just like how she did on her build board. just as kinda and pretty as advertised. She kinda was more than a hero, she was a star. she was a symbol of the good that kept the city safe 

“oh its you” M/n said with 0 enthusiasm in his voice.  the two weren't totally strangers. M/n had been a vigilante many year, he had been all over the city of Torrance taking down robbers and communing with spirits. so it was impossible for them NOT to run into each other. there had been several incidents like these, either both showing up to a scene from the same broadcast-ed police call or one saving the other. they weren't friends nor were they enemies, M/n was more indifferent to her. he didn't care what she did or who she was. she was just another hero, nothing special. 

“Well, good to see you again too, Necroman” Blonde blazer greeted sarcastically , she smiled at him as if she was seeing an old friend. under the masc, M/n just rolled his eyes. his gaze looked the the man briefly before turning back to Blonde Blazer, “ I had that handled” M/n spoke, he crossed his arms.  ”Yeah, sure looked like it” Blazer joked, “ Having a gun pointed to your head, looked real handled” Blazer looked to the man on the floor still knocked out cold, occasionally making a small grunt of pain. M/n just grumbled, “I woulda dodged it”. he would've argued more but after the original attempted robbery and now this attempted robbery, M/n felt too drained and tired to argue more.

M/n looked at her before letting out a fake dry laugh, “ Ha ha- Well I appreciate the help, have a good night” M/n spoke, he spoke his goodbyes in hopes to end the conversation.  When heroes or cops showed up that, M/n knew that usually was his queue to leave. M/n knew not to overstay his welcome, never to linger more than wanted. his tired sore body ached for a soft bed and a hot shower. M/n wanted nothing more than to go home M/n moved and turned to leave. Blazer watched him for a moment blinking at his very sudden farewell.  M/n didn't make it far before Blazer yelled after him.

“Necroman!” Blazer yelled calling after him, M/n turned looking back to her. Blazer stood on the road now, no longer hovering. “ You know with your skill you have potential,” Blonde blazer started, speaking like she was starting a speech “I’ve seen your skills and abilities I know what you capable of, being in contact with the dead. that’s an amazing unique skill and I think you could really put that skill to use if you - “  ”no”  M/n cut her off with a simple word, saying nothing more. 

“You don't even know what I was going to say” Blazer look at him confused and slightly offended that he had interrupted her little speech.  ”your gonna say the same thing you always say, “come work for us” “join SDN”  “you can change the word” yada yada” M/n mocked waving his hands around mindlessly. “you say the same thing every time you try to recruit me. “  and M/n wasn't wrong, the few times they had met she had tried to recruit him for SDN. Whether it was as subtle as a mention of as straight forward as giving him an SDN business card.  it was always the same, come work for us and put your powers to good use. and every time M/n had rejected her, time and time again. 

Blazer didn’t argue or fight, she just sighed like she did every time, she didn't pushing and just let M/n turn and leave again. she knew pushing would do the opposite if she wanted, so she let him leaving. maybe next time she ran into him her speech would work. 

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The walk continued on just like it started, heavy feet pressed against the concrete. the bright lights of the closed stores had vanished. now replaced with the scarcely spread out street lamps. 

M/n walk down the street, the dark neighbor remained silent around him. All the houses lights were off, everyone sleeping soundly, safe in their homes.  M/n squirted through his masking trying to make out the shapes through his mask. the dark shadows didn't help much either.  ”this one”  ”that one” ”no that one” ”the one with the blue door

the spirits spoke in hushed whisper, whisking past his ears like a faint wind. a faint white mist followed him,  “ shut up” M/n  just mummered, he waved his hand in air like he was swatting a fly. “god, sometimes i regret dying. maybe then i would have some peace from you all.” M/n talked to the mist, talking to the spirits as if they’d listen. they were a crowd of lost souls, they had minds of their own and every time they chose to use their minds to bother M/n to no end. 

to any normal person, M/n would look insane. dressed in a dark hero suit, limping down the empty street dark street, talking to the mist in the air. he looked insane. and he probably was a little. 

M/n ignored the spirits again, continuing down the street until he reached a house that looked mighty familiar, a house that he had snuck into several nights. a house that might or might now house a certain someone M/n was real familiar with.

 it was smaller looking house, with chipping blue paint that looked more white than anything.  the front yard was filled with plants, and garden gnomes. wind chimes hung from the porch and made it cleared that some old women had decorated it, which it was. but Herman's grandma had some taste so the house looked cozy, even in the dead of night. 

With very familiar steps, m/n walked past the front porch and made his way into the side yard, there was no fence blocking him - as if a fence could stop him anyway.  M/n reached the side of the house, standing in front of the large outside air conditioner box. M/n pushed forward, jumping atop the air box before grabbing a hold of the houses siding. using the sill of a window he scaled up the house until he reached a second floor window. with practiced precision like he had done this so many times before, he pushed the window aside opening it slowly and quietly.  the room inside was dark and silent beside from the slight sound of light snoring. M/n crawled into the room like a thief in the night, closing the window behind him. His feet made a soft thud against the floor. he stopped in fear of waking the sleeping figure on the bed. he looked up and through the darkness of his mask and darkness of the room, he made out a skinny lump snuggled deep beneath the comforter. M/n spotted a few darker spots atop the blanket, furry blobs that were no doublty a cat or 2. but even with the racket he made, all the creatures in the room remained asleep. 

M/n let out a sigh of relief, he moved to take off his mask. M/n took in a deep breath of fresh air, next he moved to his cloak, tearing that off next. he took off each piece of armor and gear with practiced steady movements. he left the gear in a neat pile in the corner, now only being left in a t shirt and boxers. 

M/n stretched before raising the covers of the bed. he crawled under the covers, accidently pushing one of the cats off he whispered a quiet apology to the feline. M/n  felt the cold almost weirdly damp sheet beneath him. M/n scooched closer to the other body in the bed until his pressed against his back, he wrapped his arms around him. 

“M/n ?” Herman sleep strained voice spoke. M/n fully wrapped his arms around Herman, “didn’t mean to wake you” M/n mummered as he pressed a kiss the side of Herman's head then shoulder, like a make shift apology.  ”how’d p-patrol go?” Herman tried to ask but M/n just shushed him as he cuddled closer to him, “We can talk about it in the morning, go back to bed” M/n beckoned him back to sleep. the already half awake Herman didn’t argue and instead let his head fall back onto the pillow.  without much fail Herman soon fell back asleep, his soft snores filling the room once again. M/n joined him soon after letting his sore wrecked body sink into the damp mattress, mind going fuzzy as he felt himself fade into unconsciousness. sleeping like babies with no care in the world 

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Beneath the Surface

Summary: ain't nothin better than getting coffee with fine shyt.

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Chapter 2:

“can I get a black coffee, large and can I get uhhhhhh. “ M/n trailed off looking up to the large and seemingly unseasonably complicated cafe menu. The sounds of people chatting and meeting filled the small cafe with a sense of familiarity, the aroma of vanilla and coffee beans complimenting it as well. It was called The Beanary. it was one of those self owned shops run by hipsters. It wasn’t really M/n cup of tea (no pun intended)

The stereo typically blue haired barista waited as M/n squinted hard trying to read the board ‘i need to wear my glasses more’ he thought still struggling to read the needlessly complicated cursive word written above them

”uuh let me get one of those mango dragon-fruit things?” M/n asked, looking back to the barista, her face a mask of someone looked like who wished she was doing something else completely. the perfect face of an overworked teen dreaming of being anywhere but here. M/n briefly looked down to her name tag ‘Leanina’. le-ana ? Leina ? whatever it was didn't matter, all that matters is if she could make a good cup of joe.

” would you like whip cream with that?” Leanina asked, as she typed into the register. her long colorful nails mindlessly tapping against its small screen. “Yeah let me get some of that” M/n agreed. He knew Herman well enough to know that he enjoyed sweet things, especially when it came to fruit -specifically honeydew which M/n could wrap his head around. how could anyone willingly enjoy honeydew.

The barista just nodded and finished typing in her machine before she turned back the the h/c male, “That’ll be $13.65.” she said in a flat tone.

”Jesus Christ” M/n said a little to loud as he expected but the lady across the counter had no reaction- indicating that this was a regular occurrence, scamming citizen of their hard earned money. ‘since when is coffee over ten bucks, bullshit is what it is’ M/n thought as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet. The sleek black worn leather pressed against his hand as he opened it and grabbed a 20 from his wallet. After handing her the cash and getting his do change, M/n moved cover and waited for his drink.

The small shop was some what busy, filled with bustle of people coming in and out. M/n looked around and at the people moving in and out of the coffee shop. a group of teens invaded a corner booth talking and laughing loudly, no doubt probably here ditching school, there was a middle age women with a baby Velcro’d to her hip. then a business man in a what looked like a freshly pressed suit stood off the the side waiting for his drink as well.

all people in different stages of life and going through different yet similar things, creating a sense of warm sonder through the cafe.

none aware of each other yet conscious of each other.

”M/n!” the loud voice of the barista shook M/n out of his thought. another barista called out from the pickup counter, holding both drinks in their hand as they called out the the bustling cafe. M/n stepped forward giving the barista a quick nod as he took the cups from their hand.

”enjoy your drink” they said giving what seemed like a genuine smile. M/n just gave them another nod, as well as giving a quick thank you, too focused on not saying ‘you too’.

M/n turned and scanned the room for an empty spot. He quickly spotting a small table pressed against the wall toward the front, right by the window. perfect for watching our for a certain aquaphoric person. M/n moved across the room dodging other people and tables, Finally getting off his feet.

Pulling his phone he checked for any new messages, possibly a eta update on his missing boyfriend. Looking at the phone clock he noticed that he was only a few minutes late or maybe that M/n was just freakishly early. He always thought it was better to shop up earlier than later. Especially when your in the business of protecting the city, its always better to show up early, that or you put peoples lives in danger just because you were a little late. timing is very important.

eventually as M/n was gazing down at his phone about to text Herman, a flash of yellow brushed past the window. The cafe door opening abruptly , the sound of the door bell rung through out the cafe. M/n looked up from his phone and speak of the devil and he shall appear, it was Herman. Dressed yellow sweater, a white button up peaking out from his collar and sleeves -both of course slightly damp- with that he just worse some simple pants and shoes. His hair was wet and mused, obviously in a rush.

Herman quickly spotted M/n and walked over to the table, stumbling into the seat across from him, “H-hi” He simply greeted giving the h/c male a small awkward smile. “Hey Herm” M/n greeted back, he pushed the fruity drink towards him “I already ordered, I didn’t know what you want so I just got this”. M/n said as Herman reached for the drink, picking it up almost inspecting it. “I just got mango dragon fruit, cause that's basically a melon” M/n said.

”aw-w thanks, it looks delio-o-cous-Yummy!” Herman managed to sputter out, taking a sip on the drink “Mhm tasty!” he mummered as he went for a second sip, the whip cream smearing above his mouth almost making a little cream-stache. M/n smiled, happy to see his boyfriend enjoying his own drink. M/n took a sip of his own drink, the bland warm drink flowing down his throat.

”you still got that interview tomorrow? “ M/n asked, “O-oh yeah!” Herman confirmed, they both knew what interview he was talking about. The prestigious and esteemed SDN interview. The interview was actual a weird offhanded favor M/n had called in for him, he ‘sorta’ knew a person high up.

”you nervous?” M/n asked, He already knew the answer but he always like to keep the conversation going. “y-yeah, of c-our-se.” Herman nodded his once joyful face to one of worry. “I-i’m- I am worried i’ll flunk it” Herman confided in M/n. In support M/n reached over, putting a hand over Herman's in a comforting motion. “Don’t worry it’s not a test, you’ll do great” M/n told him, making the red haired boy to nervously smile.

”If not you can always come work with me” M/n joked, “I could always use a sidekick” Herman chuckled a bit, his damp hand clasping back at M/n. As M/n moved his closer, his hoodie sleeve pushed against the table, pushing the sleeve up. Herman barely glanced down when he noticed what looked like a seemingly red fading to a slight purple bruise peeking out from under the sleeve. Once M/n put his drink down Herman reached forward grabbing his wrist, pulling his arm closer. pushing the sleeve up to indeed reveal a big bruise spread across his forearm.

”Oh my g-god” Herman exclaimed, accidentally too loud causing a few people to glance over at the sound noise. M/n sent an apologetic look to the people before turning back to themselves. “It’s nothing” M/n said brushing it off while simultaneously trying to reassure him once he noticed the genuine worry on his boyfriends face.

”w-what happpe-ned?!” Herman asked, face still etched with worry.

”It was nothing, just normal patrol” M/n tried to brush him off, explicitly leaving out the fact that he had been smacked with a bat point blank. M/n always tried to separate his vigilante life with his normal life, but the line always blurred. M/n had a difficult time keeping his two lives apart, the spirits were always with him. even when he could silence them he could still see them, still feel them. It was a curse. no amount of sigils could stop that.

Herman continued to look at him with doubt, they both knew there was more to the story, there always was. For as long as they dated Herman always knew M/n tried to protect him, not because he would be in danger but because it was just a lot to handle. in all their month of dating Herman only saw bits and pieces of this other world, only hearing the whispers in the wind. Herman knew if he was in M/n shoes, listening the the whispers and words of the spirits would drive him insane, maybe even just the sight of a ghost would scare him shitless. He couldn't imagine living with it everyday like he did.

M/n wanted to continue to reassure Herman more, but he felt a buzz in his pocket. Reaching inside he pulled his phone again, the screen this time immediately lighting up with a urgent buzz. notifications bursting like firework, police reports of an altercation happening just a few streets away.

M/n looked up and opened his mouth to speak, to explain but Herman cut him off already knowing “So-something happening ?” he asked. “You know it” M/n replied as he moved to stand.

”Im sorry but I got to go, that's the police scanner, robbery in progress” M/n tried to explain quickly.

”It- is okay, y-you go” Herman said giving him a soft smile “i’ll be fine”.

M/n smiled, leaning down he quickly kissed Herman, lips pressing against his, “I’ll see you later” M/n spoke a little rushed as he stood again, taking long strides to the door.

Herman watched as he rushed past the window, M/n giving a little wave as he did. He cut into an alley no doubt going to change into Necroman. Herman let out a sigh already missing him, but hey when duty calls.

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Beneath the Surface

summary: Introduction to the protector of the night and the spirits that follow.

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Chapter 1:

The sky turned to a huge of black skies light up with the city sky, hiding the stars. The once beautiful blue sky now a scheme of grays and blacks.

Street light illuminated the already dim streets. the roads were empty beside from the few stragglers coming in and out of bars and clubs and the lost spirits who wonder the street looking for home. At this hour that and 24 hour gas stations were open.

With the sun set and the city covered in darkness cam those who hid within it, those who used the cover of night to strike and destroy. Robbers, Kidnappers, Drug dealers and the likes.

Of course crime also happen in broad daylight, but the dark gave those the confidence of anonymity. the darkness almost driving them more to rob, kill and steal.

But they weren't the only ones who used the night to their advantage. Hero’s used it as well. They used the dark to their advantage catching and arresting those so called criminals

busting drug rings, robberies, stopping anything illegal were usual suspect filling the police radar. maybe even the occasional human trafficking ring. the night put everyone on alert. the hero’s eased the fear, promising to keep the city and its people safe.

Even those who were between the system were safe. those who were not villain and not yet heroes.

Vigilantes.

Those who for for the system yet fought against it’s very beliefs, following their own moral code. Busting criminal and fighting against heroes were regular occurrences.

using the dark as a shield of protection, following the empty street whispers of help. Following the path that the shadow whispered.

atop a stray building the shadows whispers were strong, a figure sat stop the building. their dark form hidden in the night. their dark figured covered in the heavy shadows of night. Dark cloak covering them like a shield, mask covering and hiding their face. spirits whispered around him, carrying the weight of a thousand words. some asking for help, some asking for guidance others just sarcastically adding their own commentary. but none of this affected him. as he was Necroman, he was familiar with these spirits. being their one true solace and aidder in this confusing plane. Necroman tried to ignore them, gazed fixed on the street below. he sat watching and waiting. The vigilante had received a tip from a knowledgeable source. that source being a forgotten handheld radio from a previous drug bust, a gang of 4 - 5 men were planning to rob a small family owned antique jewelry shop around midnight to night, Necroman planned to nab them before they even had an opportunity to open the shop. the shop supposedly secretly housing well valued antique gems . Necroman could see the store from his position a top the roof, light still off and streets still empty.

Necroman moved and reached near his belt, unlatching a small compartment and pulling out a small black phone. he opened the phone, the soft light gently illuminating his mask. in semi large letters the clock on the home screen read ‘11:30’

’30 minutes to go’ he thought. his gaze shifted from the street to the phone, eyeing the background which was a simple black screen. with a quick motion he swiped up, quickly typing in his password before being greeted with his home screen. the background this time a simple gray, apps scattered around in no particular order. swiping through his phone Necroman moving to the phone app, a quick scroll through his small list of contacts he soon reached a familiar contact.

’Herm’ it read with a small blue heart placed next to it, Necroman hovered over the contact briefly. he looked at the time again, 11:45. too late for him to be up, and only 15 minutes away from the real reason he was here. as much as he wanted to sit here and silence and wait for the robbers to show up, he missed the familiar sound of a certain someones voice. against his better judgment he clicked the contact moving the phone to his ear as he listened to it ring. He ignored the sound of spirits shifting as he listened to the ring of the phone.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ri- “h-hello? “ a tired voice came through the phone, sleep evident in their voice.

”Hey baby” Necroman spoke fondly into the phone, a smile forming behind his mask, the mask Turing his voice into a deep husk.

”M/n ?” Herman asked from the other side of the phone, on his end he was laying peaceful in his bed, blankets and towels snug around him while a few scattered cats laid around the bed like uninvited guest.

”yeah its me, sorry if I woke you” M/n apologized adjusting his mask, lifting his mask slightly mouth now exposed to the cold night breeze. his voice returned to normal, the deep husk of the mask now replaced with the familiar one Herman had grow to love.

”Y-yeah you did.. bu-t its okay.” Herman nervously said no matter how many times they spoke he always felt this kind of nervousness around him, “wh-at are you doing u-up this late?” Herman asked damp eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

”Patrol, as usual. got a tip about a robbery, currently staking the place out.” M/n told him, eyes briefly glancing at the shop, still empty and barren no sign of robbers anywhere. m/n moved the phone slightly looking at the time again, this time reading it to be 12:10. ‘they’re late’ M/n thought. maybe the tip was a fake or maybe their plans fell through. whatever the reason was M/n didn't care as long as the shop was safe that all that mattered.

”your-r call-ing me while- during patrol??? Sh-ouldn’t you focu- pay attention??” Herman asked almost perplexed, M/n heard the sound of shifting figuring he was probably sitting up.

”I am focused, its called multitasking” M/n said , grinning just a bit as he himself stood knees aching as did, no doubly a little sore from sitting in the same position for hours. “ you doubting me Herman?”

”No - no I wasn't doubting you I was just-” Herman sputtered out, the joke no doubtingly flying over his head. M/n just smiled and cut him off “I’m messing with you, it was a joke” M/n explained, shifting the phone to his other ear as his arm started to cramp a bit.

”oh- sorry” The ginger apologized, embarrassment undoubtedly evident in his voice.

”No your - “ before the vigilante could assure him any further, he spotted movement of the ground. he crouched low, watching as a group of exactly 5 men scurried out of the alley like rats. with no cameras around they felt confident enough to bust open the front door. M/n was almost felt impressed by their lack of audacity.

“M/-n ? ar-e you there ? Did some-thing happen?” Herman’s voice etched with worry knocked M/n out of his head, pushing him away from the scene he started to watch unfold.

”yeah I'm fine” M/n said in a now hushed voice “i’ll call you later, okay? “

”Y-eah it’s okay” Herman agreed, nodding his head. M/n mummered a quick love you before ending the call, shoving the phone back into the designated spot on his belt. he pushed his mask down concealing his face once again

M/n crouched lower, continuing to watch as the men gathered around the door. He watched them pull out crowbars pushing an prying the door. the spirits returned their hushed whispers pushing m/n to go, to move and do something. M/n listened, dropping off the roof into the alley. the men didn't notice to busy talking in hushed whispered to themselves, discussing the seemingly huge payout they’d get from this little excursion.

“dude hurry up and bust the door open” one of the guys said, his voice a hushed whispers

”I’m going as fast as I can shut the fuck up” the man responded as he shoved the end of the crowbar between the door and the wall. he pushed and pushed but the door didn't give. “the fuck..” he grumbled as he tried again, harshly slamming the crowbar into the door.

”Man, shut up are you trying to get us caught?!”

”Its the door! its like its made of steel or something” they argued in hushed whisper, “Just move- I got it” he was shoved aside by one of the other men he was larger and bulkier than him. the bigger man grabbed the crowbar and pushed.

“your supposed to use the other side” a voice behind them spoke. The men jumped and turned, M/n-Necroman stalking towards them stopping only when he was feet away from the men. “and your supposed to push not pull”

the men stood on guard, moving from the door all their eyes were locked onto M/n. None new who he was and none of them wanted to find out

”the fuck do you want ?” one spoke up grasping a stray pipe he held in his hand. M/n noticed that there was a faint red smear at the end, no doubt from a past incident. M/ raised his gaze up again now noticing the other objects the mean had a knife, baseball bat and a gun were amongst them. ski masked covered their facing, to everyone else they looked like a group of men you would not want to come across. but to M/n they were just the average men on the street trying to act tough and make names of themselves.

”i want you to step away from that building “ M/n spoke his mask giving his voice a husk, an edge that felt threatening to the ear. “or else” he added. he turned his head down, watching the man carefully as he slowly reached to his side. his hands grasping at a taser he kept clamped to his belt, concealed by his cloak.

the men stepped forward, “or else what” one spoke up almost challenging , they raised their weapons. moving forward with meaning m/n grasp left the taser, now rather facing the ground as he pushed his hand to a fist. the wind around him shifted, the whisper of spirits returned but now with what felt like purpose. the breezed brushed his hand as a faint force gathered in his palm. Beneath his gloved hand a carved sigil pulsed, it felt almost alive with something more deeper than a heartbeat.

”or else this” M/n said as he pushed his hand forward. the spirits pushed forward joining to a gray force or wind pushing forward. The men were all shoved backward, pushing into the shop with a heavy thud before falling to the ground. they all groaned in pain, dazed by the sudden force. one of the men recovered grabbing his bat he shot up charging toward M/n with a sudden anger. He raised his arm and swung the bat toward M/n aiming for his head But m/n was quicker dodging the hit with his arm, the bat hitting against his forearm with a thud. protected by padding M/n pushed his arm forward sending the bat back to the goon. excelling forward M/n kicked the man in the legs knocking him down. His head slammed against the concrete with a hard smack.

Before M/n could recovered, another one of the men came at him. This time armed with the crowbar. As the man swung the crowbar M/n ducked, successfully dodging the almost fatal hit. M/n drove a fist forward punching the man and hitting him square in the gut. He almost gagged holding his stomach in pain. M/n raised a hand and the familiar force pushed him back, wind pushing with him. the faint gray fog followed. the man fell back, joining the other on the ground.

One of the men still recovering from the first push fumbled around reaching in the back of his pants while still groaning in pain. He retrieved a pistol, raising it he aimed for the cloaked vigilante. M/n barley had time to react as he raised his other hand, an even heavier force pushing the bullet down. The gray force making the bullet fall and clatter onto the pavement. Pushing again, had caught the man mid reload, moving his out stretched hand ,forcing closed he bent his hand almost into a claw, chocking the man out. the man gasp for air as an unforeseen force chocked him out a faint gray and white clasping around it.

M/n didn't stop until he heard the faint sound of oddly familiar sirens. M/n’s head snapped to see two nearing cop cars. The once empty and quiet street now glowing with a scheme of red and blue.

”Shit!” M/n cursed loudly, dropping the man. he fell to the ground gasping and choking for air. ‘someone must’ve heard the gunshots’ M/n mentally cursed again, always typical for cops to show up at the worst possible moments. M/n began to run, ditching the scene.

The cars screeched to a stop before they hit one of the men still laid in the street. One of the cops hurried out of the car, the gun already raised. the cop yelled after M/n now fleeting figure “HEY STOP!”

M/n ran into a nearby alley, no intention of stopping, he continued falling back into the familiar dark. He jumped atop a dumpster as he heard the thump of the cops foot steps falling behind. soon the cops flash lights filled the dark alley, catching M/n shoot up and grab a hold of fire escape stop the dumpster. he climbed ignoring the policemen's shout. One of the cops open fired, shooting a bullet that landed scarily close to M/n head but instead hitting the metal bar.

With haste M/n shot up the escape and onto the roof top. running with everything he had left, M/n ran across the roof top and to the next. Moving and moving without thinking. M/n didn't stop until he collapse onto a roof that seemed fare enough from the scene. Falling to the ground exhausted M/n let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His body ached, no matter how many times he did this he was used to the constant ache. His arms and legs screamed as he spread across the floor, wincing grasping the arm that was smashed with the bat.

Holding the arm against his chest he grimaced under his mask, aching in pain. “Dolor Evanscet” he mummered almost under his breath. Again like before, below his covered hand it pulsed. bumping alive he felt the ache in his arm dull, fading of so gently. soon his was practically gone now all that was left behind was just a dull numbness. the faint breeze came with it, washing over him like a wave. the spirits hushed words once again gracing his ear.

“I need to get a new job” M/n groaned head laying back onto the roof as he relaxed. the spirit hushed and whispered in agreement

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Beneath The Surface

summary: in the city of Torrance, California the city is protected by heroes, The Superhero Dispatch Network or the SDN staying active and keeping the people safe. Waterboy (part-time hero, part-time janitor) tries his best to stay afloat among the chaos of villain attacks, rowdy ex-villains teammates and stressful missions. But what the rest of the Z-Team doesn't know is that Waterboy is hiding a secret, a kinda big secret. A secret, possibly spirit talking, vigilante, crime fighting, sneaking in through his window after patrol, kinda secret. Waterboy struggles to juggle his personal life and newly professional life. Keeping a relationship secret is hard enough. Keeping it secret from a nosy team of heroes? Practically impossible.

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Chapter 1: Night city Chapter 2: Coffee Date Chapter 3: Damn heros Chapter 4: Bright Mornings Chapter 5: First Meetings Chapter 6: One week Later…. Chapter 7: whispers in the wind

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I WENT TO BED LISTENING TO MY SUPERNATURAL PLAYLIST AND WHEN I WOKE UP I COULD HEAR HEAT OF THE MOMENT PLAYING!?!?? JDKSNSKZOZNZN?!?? AM I GONNA DIE???????

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Gonna update 'BEYOND BORDERS' very soon ! please be patient !!!! But if you don't want to wait you can read the new chapters on wattpad under @onedumbboy aka my account :) thxs y'all for reading

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Beyond Borders [Supernatural Au x teen demon reader] PT 6

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❗❗❗❗❗TW - this chapter will talk about abuse and achohlosim so be warned ❗❗❗❗❗

Recap - CRACK

the wall cracked. I could see the walls insulation (think like when Syd from ' I'm not ok with this ' broke the wall). did I do that? could I even do that? I looked down at my hands, they were sweaty and shaking

what the hell is wrong with me ?

{ December 3, 2019}

Y/ns pov-

How am I gonna cover this up ? I was now standing in the front of the huge crack in the wall . the crack was about half as tall as me and it was deep . Did I make that ? can I even make that ? I took a deep breath and turned the face the other way . I went to the side of my bed and grabbed my bag from where it sat . i slung the bag over my shoulder and made my way the the hatch-door on the floor .

i opened the hatch . the latter attached to it fell as well . I climb down the latter into the room . They turned the hatch room an office , it had a 2 desk and selves so many shelves , all covered in books and other weird misalliance things .  i walked out into the hallway and down the stairs . i went into the kitchen .

when I went into the kitchen I saw a somebody standing in front of the sink looking out into the the backyard . i didn't move all I could do was stare at him . He was tall and had long hair , he was wearing a flannel and dark blue jeans ......... wait , .................... was this sam ? had it really been 2 hours . I looked at the clock that hung on the wall .

12 : 47 pm

I then looked back at the stranger . i slowly then walked back out the door but as did he turned around . we looked at each other . he looked confused , i realized he probably had no idea whoo i was . we looked a each other for a bit , i knew what i had to do . I took a deep breath in and open my mouth "STRANGER DANGER ! " i yelled and ran back into the other room aka living  room .  i then proceeded to stand in the living room . i stared at the door way , after a few minutes became running into the living room but this time he had a gun and the gun was pointed at me . " Who the fuck are you " he said . i stayed silent and just stared at him , i had no weapon and i didn't have my hood on so he could see my horns and that wasn't good , my backpack had no weapons in it .

" why the fuck are you in my house ?" he sounded angry  " uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" is all i could muster out . what was i supposed to say ' hi mystery man , my names y/n and I'm a half demon teen wholives in your attic and don't worry i totally didn't crack a huge crack in your wall' . He cocked the gun " name , now " he said . " Y/N-N ! " i said "and why are you here ? " He asked " i uhh kinda ummm live here " i anwsered .

"no you dont " he told me  " uhh actually i do " . The mystery man steppeed even closer . we were now only a few feet from each other  " whats with the horns " he took another step "their none of ya buisness " i said and stepped back "get out of my hou-" "SAM ! what the fuck are you doing !?" a voice boomed from the front door . It was dean he stood in the door way holding a bag , Castiel then walked in and stood next to him . " Dean ! look  this kid was in your house and refused to leave " 'Sam' said as he still pointing the gun at me " I have a name ya know " I retorted "y/n , shush " dean said as he waved a hand towards

"ok sam just put gun down and lets talk " dean said as he walked up to sam and put his hand on the gun , slowly pushing it down " ok lets talk about how there a litrel a child claiming that claims they ' live here ' . WITH horn may I add ! " Sam angrly said as he put the gun to rest on his side "ok ok , I can explain, so umm sam this is y/n they kinda live here and is half demon-" " A DEMON?!" Sam cut dean off and quickly pointed the gun at me again in a panic . As a reaction I put my arms up like as if a policeman was pointing a gun at me . " HALF ! Half demon Sam ! Jeus fuck . " Dean shouted and this time took the gun of of Sams hand .

i [put my hands down . Sam grabbed deans shoulder and said to him " Dean can we talk in the kitchen " Dean nodded and they both walked into the kitchen . i sighed and looked at the front door , it was wide open ' dean must of forgot to shut it ' I thought to myself . i went to shut the door . As I stood in the door, my eyes drifted to the sky. The sky had gotten darker and it looked like it was going to rain. I closed the door with a shrug.

as I walked into the living room I could hear sam and dean  yelling and well I got curious , so I stood by the doorway where I could hear them clearly but they couldn't see me . " Dean they cant live here " Sam shouted "Their a demon what if they kill us or turn on us , think of ruby . " "Sam their nothing like ruby , this is just a kid . They cant kill you wanna know why caus their scared of cas ! And cas is cas ! " Dean shouted back " They have to leave " Sam barked back " listen sam , I known this kid form about a week this kid cant do shit we're fine and plus I've been doing some researched and I found their mom and i gave her a call and told her everything and she told me that shes gonna drive down here and pick the kid up . so we'll be fine shell be here in a few days " dean explained to sam . he called my mom ? she coming here ? All the way from Arizona ?

My hands Stared to shake . No I couldn't do this again  . i couldn't see her again . I hated her and I still do . I moved so that I was standing fully in the door way . I faced them . I stared to feel like when I was up in the attic (aka my room ) . I was shaking , my thought were racing , but this time  I felt sick to my stomach " You what !"  I angrly yelled . the two looked looked towards me , sam still looked angery and dean looked surprised " YOU CALLED MY MOM !?"I yelled even louder  . my fisted clenched and stepped into the kitchen .

" Kids it not what it sounds like " Dean fully turned around and put his hand up in defense " it sure sound like it ! " I  stepped closer and stood tall . " kid listen you cant stay with us it dangerous !"  Dean said loudly " AND ? Is that the only reason ? Dean , I've been on the run since I was 13 ! 2 years ! I'm 15 and I've been without a home for 2 years ! Do you wanna know why I ran away ?! Heres the reason , my mom got drunk everyday and would beat the living shit , she called me a mistake and gods leftovers ! she would beat me for hours and then when she was done she would get drunk and cry to me about how she missed my dad and that she was sorry ! but she never was ! "  I screamed at him . he looked at me almost taken back , sam did too " The day I ran away she beat me so bad ki could barely walk but I walked I fucking went to my room and packed up my shit and walked all the way to a whole different fucking state! " I counted to scream at him

" you wanna know what dean ? I'm done I'm out " I almost mumbled and turned "wait kid-" he put a hand on my shoulder I slapped it away " no " after that I ran , ou the kitchen and to the living room . i threw the door open and ran . It was raining but I dint care i ran . I ran but I looked back to sree dean standing in the yard he looked at me . i stopped running and turned around , for a second he looked almost like he happy as if I was gonna stop runnign and turned around but I didnt . cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled " I HOPE YOU FUCKING BURN IN HELL !! " I then flipped him off , turned back away from him and ran like my life depended on it .

As i ran i could feel the rain soak my hair and my hoodie . i Ran for what felt like hours . My legs hurt like hell but i didnt stop nor did i look back , as i was running i saw something in the distance , It was a park . I ran faster . when i made it to the the park i ran to the nearist seat which was a bench . I collapsed onto the bench. I buried my face in my hands and cried. The tears poured out of my eyes and I wept, letting out loud, strangled cries.

I cried for what felt like hours . I sat on the bench in the soaking rain sobbing for hours . The park was filled with the loudest silence I've ever heard . I felt so overwhelmed  . i lifted my face from my hands . i looked around the park . it had a play set and a sand box , it also had lots of picnic tables scatter around . i was looking around my eyes turned to the road. it was empty . After staring at the road for a while, lights came from it, and a car drove past. It was kind of an old car like an Impala or something, and I glanced into the driver's window and spotted the last person I wanted to see. Dean fucking Winchester . I looked around in hopes of  finding somewhere to hide , that's when i spotted a wooded area . 'perfect', I thought to myself. I took one last look at the car before standing up and bolting to the wooded area.

i soon found my self standing in a small clearing with trees all around me . I hugged myself and fell to my knees . My body began to shake again not because i was scared or upset but because i was cold and tired . Tears began spilling out of my eyes once more . the sobbing began again . My eyes were glued to the ground . My arms fell and gripped onto the ground, ripping some grass out of the ground as i tighted my grip on the ground .I let out a pained anguishing scream but when i di a wave of bringing fell over my ears . I power washed out of me and into my surronigings . Trees fell down and and loud crashes was i all i could hear (like syd from I'm not okay with this >>>>>>>>>> https://youtu.be/1kbOdI08Ct4 )

I teared my gaze away from the ground to look around . this time the silence was louder . My sobbs had stopped looked had what i had done . i felt sick to my stomach  . i sat in horror as i stared at the fallen trees .

clap clap clap  

i began to hear a slow clapping coming from behind me . my head snapped back to see how it was . a man stood there with a almost welcoming grin . the man wasn't tall , he wore an all black suit and had very short balck hair and had a short , that was very thing . He took a step towards me andsmiled at me "w-who-o a-are yo-ou " i manged to stutter out " my names is crowley and I'm here to help you , y/n " his voiced sounded almost to sweet " y-you-re here to h-help m-e , how ?" i asked . I scrambled to stand up and face him . " i can take you away from all this , and i can give you a place to call 'home'" Crowly assured . "what the catch ? I'm mean this all sound to good to be free "i asked " its a small price but it all depends how do feel about working for a demon ? " He asked but it sounded almost like a joke . i thought for a second i had to decision 1 , i could run from him and repat what ive been doing for the past 2 years and keep going on the run or 2 work for this random guy claiming to be a demon and have a home and leave all of this shityness behind me .

" (sigh) ill take the job " i sighed "that what i like to here " .

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{ December 3, 2019}

10 : 43 am

Y/ns pov-

Itsa been about a week since the grocey store incedent . Things with Cas have been uhhhhhh akward , we havent talked about , or we havent talked at all it just been akward silence and Castiel making horriable small talk and me not anwsering . Now i was currently sitting in my room reading a book I found laying around down stairs in a box  .

the book was called 'Anna Kaerina' . It was a great book , it was sad but it had great details to make up for it . anyways It was complete silence until a knock came to the hatch-door thing then a voice spoke"hey kid can i come up ?" it was dean . " uhh sure " i sat up as dean open the door-hatch

When dean enter my room he then began to awkward stand in the middle net the the hatch hole . " Soo I have some news " Dean said . " is it good or bad news " I asked " depends on of you take it " Dean said. Their was some silence before dean decided to speak again  " so my brother sam is coming home today , and I want you to meet him " . " ok " was all i said .

I had heard about sam but nobody really explain or really told who he was . i heard that he was a good hunter and that apparently he had really good hair . " ok so hell be here in umm - " dean look at his watch then continued talking " - 2 hours , so be ready " dean said and then he left , he climbed down the hatches latter and left withnofurther explanation . Be ready for what ?

i wasn't nervous i was mostly curios all i couldthink about was what dean said ' be ready ' . Those 2 words ' be ready ' , 'be ready' , ' be ready ' , ' be ready ' , 'be ready ' , ' be ready ' . My mind kept reapting those words . God why wont my mind shut up . ' be ready ' shut up  ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up ,' be ready ' shut up  ' Be Ready ' ...... SHUT UP !!!! .

CRACK

the wall cracked . I could see the walls insaltion (think like when syd from ' I'm not ok with this ' broke the wall) . did i do that ? could i even do that ? i looked down at my hands , they were sweaty and shaking

what the hell is wrong with me ?

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Beyond Borders [Supernatural Au x teen demon reader] PT 4

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Key 🗝-

Y/n = Your Name

H/C  = hair Color

H/L = hair Length  

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{November 26, 2019}

Y/ns pov:

We all walked out of the house and got into an old pickup truck. Dean complained, something about sam and a baby. He mumbled most of it so I didn't hear him clearly. Dean and Castiel sat up front, Dean being in the driver's seat and Cas being the passenger. I hopped in the back and buckled myself in.

The ride to the store wasn't long, it only took about 20 minutes. No one talked the whole way there, the only sound was the radio as it played old rock hits. The ride was quite awkward I wish someone would've talked but what were we supposed to talk about? My parent? I'm the only one that could see Castiels wings or why he had wings? and I just stayed quiet

Once we got to the store we got out of the car and walked into the store. the store had big letters on the side that said ' WAILMARTS'. When we walked in the store was busy, people walked through the isles.

dean went to go find a cart leaving me with Castiel . " Why do you have wings ?" I asked castiel "you can see them ? " Castiel asked sounding supriesd " sometimes " i said as i shrug " cant everybody" i asked "No " Cas said " so are you like a bird or something? " I asked again as i tilted my head in slight confusion "no I'm a angel of the lord " Castiel answered " WAIT AN ANGEL" i said very loud , some people turned their head to look at us . Are you gonna kill me ?" i asked and took a step back . I only met angels a few time and every time i met them they tried to kill me . They all usually had the same reason why to , all because i washalf demon and the fact of me actually existing is very dangerous .

i began to shake a little , i was actually scared . " no I'm not " Castiel said he took a step towards and put his hand on my shoulder , but i slapped it off and went into fight or flight mode and ran off into the store , Castiel didn't follow me but i kept running . i then found my self in the middle of the women clothing section . I frantically around for a place to hide just incase Castiel or Dean came to look for me . I then spotted the changing rooms . I then sprited to them and saw their was 5 doors , i tried to open the doors but only one of them opened them opened . I pulled on the door so hard to open it i almost fell back . i scrambled into the cahnig room and noticed the door had a lock so i most obviously locked it .

I fell onto my knees, to be honest i was scared out of my wits and to be honest i was scared angels and as i stated earlier I've met angels and none of them were good . so i had every reason to be scared of angels , I almost died to an angel once but i made it . for some background years ago when i was like  12 and I was hunted by an angels and boy did that angel not like me . It stabbed me in my leg and almost cut my throat , if that random dude on the street didn't call 911 sooner I would have been dead  and since then I've always been angels and angels always scared of me .

(fast forward 20 minutes )

Castiels pov :

Dean had came back with the shopping cart and asked where the y/n had gone and I had to explain what had happened , of course he was as confused as i was of why y/n had ran off . Now we were wondering the store in hopes of finding y/n . "do you think they left the store ?" dean asked "no their here " i told him " well how do you know " dean looked at me with doubt " angel sense " i said as i walk faster ahead .

(fast forward 1 hour)

"Cas i don't think their here " dean said angerly as we walked through the  front of the store " well then i don't know dean " i angrily said back " why don't you use your angel powers to teleport yourself to where they are , use your angelm powers or some shit ! " dean said even angry this time " MY POWERS DONT WORK LIKE THAT DEAN ! " i yelled at him . this caught the attention of a worker as sghe walked up to us " excuse me sir , but is their an issue?" the worker said as she nervously stood and asked "umm yes actually we lost our umm ...." dean drifted off "kid" i said " ah ! yeah we lost our teenage kid and we cant seem to find them anywhere " dean said looking down at the quite short worker " well we could make an anocument ion the speakers would that help " she said " yes ! that would be great thank you " dean said " no problem just follow me " she began to walk away and motion for ius to follow her .

we followed the worker as she bring us to a desk in the front of the store . The worker went behind the desk and stood behind what looked like a mic on a stick . " Now ok sir , whats the name of your child and what do they look like ? " the worker asked dean "their names y/n , and well their this tall they have h/l h/c hair and redish eyes and uhh was wearing a black hoodie and jeans " dean said and the worker nodded and then pressed a button on the bottom of the mic "Attetion shoppers ,please look out for a teen with h/l hair and h/c hair with red eyes and was last seen wearing a black hoodie and jeans , and they go by the name y/n so please if you see them please go to tell a worker and if y/n your hearing this there your dads are looking for you so please make your way the the front desk , please and thank you " the work said into the mic then letr go of the button and looked back up us " well your welcome to stay here but i must go i have to finish restocking " the worker then walkwede off into the store

"god i hope that works dean mutters as he rubs his eyes   " me too " said and nodded

y/ns pov:

As i sat in the changing room i heard an announcement on the speaker . "...... if y/n your hearing this there your dads are looking for you so please make your way the the front desk , please and thank you " the lady on announcement said . my dads ? is she talking about Dean and Castiel . well now i sorta bad , should i just go to the front . i then decide to just leave the changing room . i then stood up and took a deep breath . i put hand on the door handle and unlocked it . i slowly opened the door and then slowly stepped out . the part of the store i was in was empty so that was good  . i walked around the store , i was basically stalling of going to the front desk . i had finally made it half way to the front desk from where i was standing i was basically out in the open anyone could see me . i could see dean and cas standing in front of the front desk . they were talking , i think . i felt my stomach twist , i felt nervous , i began to shake and swat a bit , I've never felt like this . why do i feel like this . why am i so scared .

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dean turned to look behind him as he did he looked to see y/n standing in the middle of the store . they were shaking and looked scared . " Cas look!" dean said as he hit cas arm gently , Castiel  turned too and made eye contact with y/n , making y/n shake even more . y/n began panicking they felt scarred , more scared then they had ever felt , they were now a lot . dean and cas basically ran too y/n . y/n didn't move all they did was look at the ground and continue to shake .

"KID! where the hell did you run off to " dean asked y/n , y/n only continued to look down at the floor "kid are you ok ? your kinda .. uh shaking ?" dean said as he put a hand on y/ns shoulder and felt y/n violently shaking " is it because I'm an angel ?" castiel asked , y/n they shook more . "so it is about cas " dean concluded . "he's not going to hurt you " dean said " he's a .... good angel , do you have i bad experience with angels or smt ?" dean asked , y/n nodded their a little bit " i would never you , i have nio reason to " cas said " why don't you go sit in the car for a bit and we can get grocery " dean asked y/n , y/n nodded "ok well ill take you to the car and cas can stay her e, lets go " dean said . y/n nodded and grabbed onto deans sleeve as they left

Dean and y/n walked through the parking lot "I'm sorry " y/n said quietly as they tightened the grip on dean sleeve as they looked away  "its ok , kid " dean said . " you wanna tell me why you ran way ?" dean asked y/n " i got scared " y/n answered "of cas ? " dean asked "yeah , he told me he was an angel and i kinda freaked out " y/n looked back at the store before looking at dean " i don't really have the best experience with angels " y/n said "why?" dean asked "a while back one tried to kill me and angels don't really like me , most come to earth to hunt me down , due to me being half demon in all " y/n told dean .

they both had made it to the car . y/n opened the back seat door and sat down "well I'm gonna go back into thwe storwe you gonna be ok outh here by yourself ?" dean asked " ill be fine " y/n aansered "well ok have fun in the car " dean close y/ns door and walked back into the store ." i will " y/n said to themself . y/n laid won in the back and closed their eyes . they curled into the fetal position and tried to fall alseep . caus maybe if they were sleeping when cas came bAck it wouldn't be awkward . y/n soon fell asleep .

cas and dean contained to shop for groceys and when they came back to car to see y/n asleep they couldn't help but smile . maybe taking in a homeless kid wouldn't be so bad .

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✨MasterList✨

Supernatural

- BEYOND BORDERS PT 1 

-  BEYOND BORDERS PT 2

-  BEYOND BORDERS PT 3

-  OUT OF CONTEXT X READER

- BEYOND BERDERS PT 4 

- BEYOND BERDERS PT 5 

- BEYOND BERDERS PT 6 

CRIMNAL MINDS 

(nothing yet)

DREAM SMP

(nothing yet)

MARVEL

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Y/N x Supernatural ✨ Out of Context ✨

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Y/n: *Screams* Castiel: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Sam : Should we do something?! Dean, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Dean: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three- Dean and Sam, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Y/n : Our turn, Castiel ! One, two, three- vanilla! Castiel, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

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Y/n: Can I be frank with you guys? Castiel: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Sam : Can I still be Sam ? Dean: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Y/n: I think we're missing something. Castiel: Teamwork? Sam : Cohesion? Dean: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Y/n: Wake me up… Castiel: Before you go go! Sam : When September ends… Dean: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

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Y/n: I actually have a black belt. Castiel: In what, karate? Y/n: No, from Gucci.

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Y/n: Castiel... Castiel: Oh no, 'Castiel' in b-flat. Castiel: You're disappointed.

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Y/n: You love me, right, Castiel? Castiel: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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Y/n: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Castiel: You were flirting with Sam . Y/n: So what? They're my partner. Castiel: You asked them if they were single. Y/n: Castiel: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Y/n: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited Castiel: If? Sam : Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

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Y/n: Care for another sundae, weenie? Castiel: I am not a weenie! Sam : Relax, you’re among friends. *raises their drink* Castiel: My friends don’t hang out at Weenie Hut Jr’s. Dean: You tell ‘em, Castiel! *sips their drink* Castiel: Dean, what’re you doing here? Dean: I’m always here on Double Weenie Wednesdays.

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Y/n: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet. Castiel: Sam : Dean: Everyone Else At Y/n’s Surprise Birthday Party: Castiel: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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Y/n: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions? Castiel: Put spaghetti in it. Y/n: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you. Sam : Put spaghetti in it. Y/n: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. Dean: Put spaghetti in it. Y/n: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

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*Y/n's helping Castiel out after they get injured, while the others are watching* Sam : How does Castiel look? Dean: A little better than you, actually.

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Sam : Why are Y/n and Castiel sitting with their backs to each other? Dean: They had a fight. Sam : Then why are they holding hands? Dean: They get sad when they fight.

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Beyond Borders [Supernatural Au x teen demon reader] PT 3

🔑Key - Y/n - Your name L/n - last name F/s - favorite soda ----------------------------------------------------------- Recap- "Are you gonna take me to the police? " Y/n asked hoping that the answer wouldn't be yes . "nope you're staying here " Dean said "Really ?! " Y/n asked dut this time they said a bit louder "Yep" Dean concluded. Y/n had stars in their eyes "but you have to show us where you've been hiding out at " dean put a finger up to add pizzazz " Ok Deal" y/n agreed

3rd pov - Y/n, Dean and Cas all are now currently walking up the stairs to the second floor. Y/n had told them they have been hiding out in a secret room in the roof aka the attic . After a couple of minutes of walking in silence they had made it to the room with the attic in the ceiling.

They all stood in the room and y/n pointed up to the latch and said " their " . Dean walks to the latch and pulling the dangling string with ease . Dean stepping back as the latch fell open and the latter fell down with ease even though it was pretty old .

They all climb the latter . Cas and Dean looked around while Y/n sat on their bed and took off their backpack. They began to up pack. " so how long have you lived here? " Dean turned and asked Y/n . "About a year , I don't really keep count " Y/n said and shrugged. "How old are you? " Dean asked "15 and a half " y/n answered, y/n was currently pulling out the bag of chips from early and began snacking on them "where are you parents? " Cas spoke up and asked the teen . Y/n suddenly stopped eating , looking down y/ns hair covered their face. Everyone was silent. "My mom is...... In ummmm I don't know , last I saw her she was in Arizona but my dad I don't know I think he's in hell? " y/n looked up. Y/n had a straight face bit in their eyes they looked sad and upset. " my mom was human and my dad was a....well he is a incubas and then my mom got pregnant and had me but she was drunk constantly so I ran away. I was 13 when I first ran away. " y/n finished.

"Oh sorry for asking " Cas apologized "it's fine " y/n waved the angels apology away.

"Well if your gonna stay here were gonna have to get some groceries, and your gonna help around the house maybe go on a hunt or two " Dean said "yes sir" y/n saluted dean "haha that's the spirit" Dean laughed a little. "What do we need from the store? " Cas asked Dean " well we need ceral, beer, juice, bread, eggs, milk and -you want anything kid? " Dean said as he turned to y/n "oh can we get F/S! " y/n Excitedly asked. " sure why not " Dean shrugged and y/n did an air fist bump and muttering a 'Yes!' Which made Cas and Dean smile. "Ok what are we whating for , Let's go! " y/n stood up and said quite loudly " ok yeah yeah let's go " dean said. They all prepared for the trip to the store

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Beyond Borders [Supernatural Au x teen demon reader] PT 2

🗝Key:

Y/N = Your name

L/N = Last name

H/c = hair color

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Recap - Y/n got up quickly and went to look out a small window that outlooked the front of the old house. there was a moving truck and two men were arguing one was tall and wore a gray shirt that was covered in sweat with some blue jeans, the other wore a long tan trench coat that covered his whole body and he had a pair of black ......... wings? The one with wings suddenly stopped talking and turned to the house. He looked up toward the window y/n was looking out of. Y/n and the mystery wingman made eye contact.

oh no. oh no

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{November 26, 2019}

The Man with wings sped walks into the house. Y/n panicked at the sight of this. Pulling away from the small window y/n quickly ran over to the bed in the attic the grabbed their backpack that laid down on the floor next to the bed. Y/n shoved the bag of chips and their book into the backpack. Y/n pulled their hood over their head and stood up. They practically ran to the latch on the floor, swinging it open making the latter fall with it y/n hurried down the latter and ran out of the room, the house had boxes everywhere. Y/n ran down the stairs and saw that there were boxes everywhere and that the winged man from earlier was standing in the doorway " HEY YOU ! "

The mystery man yelled. The young teen started to panic even more and began to quickly think. They couldn't go upstairs that would be a dead-end, they also couldn't go through the front door, there was no back door but there was a big window in the kitchen. Y/n turned to face the kitchen doorway and bolted in. "HEY! WAIT !" the winged man yelled again. The teen bolted and hopped up onto the kitchen counter and tried to open the window but it didn't budge "Crap! It's jammed, Dang this old house " Y/n quietly said to themself. Y/n tried and tried to open the window quickly after a couple of seconds of doing this y/n heard a noise. Click "Yes finally !" y/n said a little louder this time ."Nope, no you don't " a voice spoke as y/n was picked up and placed on the floor and turned around " hey, caught ya " it was the winged man

'Oh, crap ' is all y/n thought as they looked up at the winged man. "HEY CAS, Dude you can't walk off like that we were ..............." A new voice came into the room the winged man turned slightly so y/n only caught a glimpse of who it was but couldn't see enough to see who it was. " Dean looks, I caught a thing " 'cas' said proudly. y/n finally put a name to a face the winged man's name was cas and whoever was in the room's name was Dean. " what the hell ?????" Dean said as Cas turned fully as he grasped y/n arm so they couldn't escape. "Why do you have a kid ????" Dean sent a questioned look to Cas. " I saw them, in the window and thought It was weird so I went and they tried to escape ou the window, " Cas said as he looked down at y/n who was currently looking back at the window, the hood they wore covered their face so Cas couldn't see what y/n looked like. " Great this house have squatters " Dean complained as he rubbed his temples

"HEY I'M NOT A SQUATTER!!! and this isn't your house I live here! " Y/n whipped their head around to look at Dean "Ha your house listen to her kid we bought this house so it's ours. " Dean walked up to y/n and bent down to their level. Dean was able to see y/n face now but only a little bit due to their face being shadowed by h/c bangs and hair. "Now how bought we start by taking off the hood, " Dean said as he pulled of y/ns hood. Cas gasped let go of y/ns arm, now grabbing the sides of y/ns " why do you have horns ?" Cas asked y/n "its no ya business " y/n squirmed trying to get out of Cas's grip falling due to Cas having a strong grip of their head "Well your our business now so talk, "the dean said now returning to standing. "NO!" Y/n said loudly squirming more "Talk or we'll take you to the police station to talk! " Dean demanded. " Fine! I have horns because I'm a .....hmmm " y/n finally squirmed enough to get out of Cas's grip and mumbling the last part. " Speak up please, " Cas asked the young teen " A DEMON, I'm a demon " Y/n said but those words alarmed Dean and Cas as they both got into fighting positions

"Guys chill I'm half demon so I can't really do anything except start little fires " y/n spoke as the two grown men calmed down and relaxed . " so this is a lot to take in " Cas said as he crossed his arms "so why are you even here shouldn't you be at home or something ?" Dean rudely asked y/n "I'm homeless I've lived here for a year now " y/n stood there awkwardly not really wanting to talk about the reason they're here "oh" Dean and Cas both said at the same time "So what's your name kid? " Dean asked "Y/n, Y/n l/n" y/n said back " Well I'm Castiel and this is Dean Winchester. " Cas said motion to himself and Dean " Winchester ? Like the gun ?" y/n said as they titled their head "yep just like the gun " Dean smiled a bit now not worrying as much about the situation.

Silence soon filled the room along with awkwardness. "welp I'm gonna call sam soo ill be right back." Dean said as he finally broke the silence and walked out of the room. The level of awkwardness increases leaving the two none mortal being alone. "Sooo Mr wingman what happen to me now ?" Y/n asked as they looked at Cas. " Well I would say we could let you stay but I honestly don't know it's up to Sam and Dean " Cas answered and shrugged "Who's sam ?" Y/n asked (again) "Sam's Dean's little brother" Cas said "oh mm" Y/n hummed and looked back at the floor.

"Well Sams is out on a hunt for the next week or so, what happens to you is up to me " Dean walks back into the room "Are you gonna take me to the police? " Y/n asked hoping that the answer wouldn't be yes . "nope you're staying here " Dean said "Really ?! " Y/n asked dut this time they said a bit louder "Yep" Dean concluded. Y/n had stars in their eyes "but you have to show us where you've been hiding out at " dean put a finger up to add pizzazz " Ok Deal" y/n agreed

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un-edited Key: Y/N = Your name h/l = Hair length h/c = hair color ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- { June 14, 2018 } 3rd pov :

     As they put on their hood Y/n sat on the bench and look around the empty park after setting down their backpack. It was a night out, about 10 pm. Y/n sat on the bench and leaned back now looking up at the sky. Y/n was tired, hungry, and cold. Y/n decided to grab their backpack and stood up and decide to leave the park and walk into town

     Y/n walked for about an hour before stopping in front of an old tall dark house it look very old . Like it was built in the french old ages .

(like this) Y/n stared at the house and then stared at the 'for sale' sign . Y/n decided the that this would be their new temporary' home or at least a place for a place to sleep .

       Y/n walked in and saw that it was abandoned . there was leaves and trash plus some other junk was all over the floor , the walls were dirty and had some spray paint on the walls and floor . Y/n walked up a pair of stairs that were leading upstairs . The up stairs was in the same condition as down stair .

      Y/n walked around the upstairs . poppin into rooms to see what's inside . All the rooms were the same dirty , spray paint covered and old . But one room caught y/n's eye this particular room was the same as others but had a small latch on the ceiling .

Y/n looked closer up at the latch it had a string hanging from it . Y/n tried to grab it it but it was to far away y/n looked around the room hoping to find something to help reach the string . After a few second y/n finally saw what they needed ........... A Box !

Y/n walked over to to box and pulled it under the ceiling latch and patted the box firmly after they  put the box in the right place . Y/n carefully getting on the box successfully grabbing the string and pulling it with a harsh tug . Suddenly after tugging on the string the latch swung open with a Whoosh ! A latter fell down startling y/n and making them stumble in the process almost losing their balance but quickly regaining balance preventing themselves from falling .

Y/n grab onto the latter that had fallen down when the latch opened . Y/n climb the latter and looked to see what was up in the latch . A attic . The attic was clean and their was a bed and a dresser , some boxes , spider webs and a wall full of food - rations , chips, drinks , etc - y/n climbed inside and walked to the bed and laid down

The was like heaven , well it was heaven to y/n . they had been sleeping on benches and under bridges for the past 2 years . Y/n took off their hood and let their h/l  h/c free , along with their to small red horns . Yes you heard me right horns , why does y/n have these horns you may ask dear reader because y/n is a demon .

You heard that right a demon . well half demon to precises . Y/n's dad was an incubus and Y/n's mom was a human mortal . so y/n only had a few demon like powers such as messing and creating fire (but only a decent amount) , having horns and a tail , and at one point y/n will probably have wings but who know at least their not red and 4'4 .

Y/n closed their eyes and decided to sleep and get some sleep maybe even stay in this old dirty house for a while .

(3rd pov) (Timeskip) {November 26 , 2019}

       Y/n sat and ate a bag of chips as they sat on the bed of mix blankets and read a book that they found laying around in the old house . The book was called  the old will and testimony by Grace William the book was about a young girl who became the black sheep of her family and now has to find a way in the world while she battles her religious trauma . y/n had read this book over a thousand times and it never got old

Y/n stopped reading as they heard the sound of loud talking and the sound of a car door slamming , Y/n got up quickly and went to look out a small window that out looked the front of the old house . there was a moving truck and two men were arguing one was tall and wore a gray shirt that was covered in sweat with some blue jeans , the other wore a long tan trench coat that covered his whole body and he had a pair of black ......... wings ?

The one with wings suddenly stopped talking and turned to the house and looked up toward the window y/n was looking out of . Y/n and the mystery wing man made eye contact .

oh no . oh no

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Hello internet I need help 🙇‍♂️

Im trying to find a comic and or a song I don’t remember who made the comic but it was someone on tumblr and for the the song I remember the album cover had a yellow ish only color to it and a guy siting on a bench or table looking to the side and the person singing the song was a guy and the song was called angel. Please help I’ve been looking for this comic for so many months if you find the comic or song I ask kindly if you tag me on dm/pm me . ~with love ghostielive👻