#“might explode if things go over the limit”

[sockfunky]

since he doesn't have eyebrows i figured he would emote with his hairline

[himbo-kuto]

plot: when you're about to argue but you're so pretty that his brain short circuits (all lads men)

rafayel:

when your phone rang early this morning while you were on your morning jog with a panicked rafayel on the line, you knew what he was calling about. yesterday while you were visiting rafyel’s studio, you found it in disarray. paint, brushes and a variety of different papers littered any and all surfaces. you usually asked rafayel when you throw away scraps in his studio, but this time the clutter was driving you mad that you just threw away anything in sight that looked like garbage.

“hey– sorry to call you so early in the morning. did you or thomas clean my studio yesterday? there was this sketch somewhere around here with a bunch of colors and scribbles for my exhibits that’s coming up and now I can’t find it–” busted. you heard the ruffling of papers through the phone as he frantically searched for it. the guilt washed over you as you tried to formulate what to say. 

“i– i’m actually pretty close by. let me come over and help you find it.” he sighed in relief as felt like his drawing was saved. 

“thanks, i’ll see you soon.” it was your turn to sigh as you continued your jog (now sprint) over to rafayel’s studio. you might as well use this time to try and figure out ways for him to forgive you. 

you stood in front of the gate for a moment, chewing your thumb out of nervous habit before pushing through. you knew rafayel wouldn’t be mad at you, but just the fact you set back his work upset you. 

upon entering, rafayel’s back was to you. one hand was in his hair, the other on his hip as if he was trying to retrace all his steps. but before your brain could even register, you just blurted out the truth. 

“raf, i threw away the sketch– i’m so sorry! i was in here yesterday and the clutter was driving me insane! i couldn’t even get through here so i just grabbed things that looked like garbage and threw it away–” you had your eyes squeezed tight, not even wanting to see the potentially frustrated expression he was wearing. but when no response came, you peaked through your right eye to see that he was only blushing behind his own hand. 

it didn’t register that you were wearing your workout clothes– a matching set that hugged your body, well everywhere. the top you had on was a fitted cropped quarter zip jacket and unbeknownst to you on your sprint over, it had unzipped all the way– your cleavage on full display. though your hair was tucked under a cap, the way it clung to your face and chest from  your sweat didn’t go unnoticed by rafayel. 

you couldn’t help but bite back a smile as you saw the tips of his ears go red. you decided you were going to use this to your advantage. inching closer to him, you clasped your hands behind your back which only pushed your chest out further. he weakly held up his forearm as he looked away trying to get ahold of any working brain cells, but he showed no resistance once your chest made contact. you rested your chin on top of his arm, looking up innocently at him. 

“i’m sorry raf.. could you forgive me? i’ll clear my schedule and help you come up with another draft…” you spoke just above a whisper, afraid he’ll explode if you spoke any louder. a long (shakey) sigh escaped his lips along with what you interpreted as “you’ll be the death of me i swear…”

he fully turned toward you, one hand on your shoulder as the other one zipped your jacket all the way up to your neck. he cleared his throat as he cupped your cheeks together, swiftly kissing your pursed lips. 

“you better keep your promise, cutie! we have a lot of work to do.”

zayne:

you did one last swipe of lipstick as you checked yourself in the mirror. you and zayne were going to an event hosted by akso, but zayne made it clear that there was a stritch one hour limit to say your pleasantries and then go home. sometimes these gatherings were entertaining but oftentimes they were grueling to sit through, even for zayne. 

you stood up from your vanity, turning your body from side to side making sure that your dress was sitting in all the right places. gold embellishments hung from your ears and neck bringing the look all together. but in the midst of your review, you heard a series of ruffling and mumbling coming from the kitchen followed by your name. you reached over to open the door and called out to him.

“what was that, love?” 

“did you eat the fruit tart in the fridge?” you froze in your spot. you totally forgot that tart was his and you had it with your lunch this afternoon. you zoomed out to the kitchen to see zayne looking into an empty pastry box and a dejected expression like you took candy from a baby. 

“zayne– i’m so sorry i forgot that you said you wanted it and– .. i ate it” he slowly shifted his gaze from the empty box to you across the counter. your eyebrows were downturned and there was a big frown on your face. zayne always looked forward to having a sweet treat before these events, it was his reward for mustering up the courage to go. you should’ve known to save it for him, but your hunger got the best of you.

you rounded the corner of the counter, taking his hands in yours. your eyes on the verge of tears, as you continued on apologizing but all zayne could hear was blah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff– your perfume, citrusy and sweet, enveloped him like a trap. with your eyelids sparkly, your lips all plumped and your hair pulled back to expose your shoulders, he couldn’t even comprehend your apology.

“okay, zayne?” he blinked once, only now registering that you’ve been talking to him the whole time. the blush immediately grazed his cheeks and ears as he looked away from you. 

“it’s okay.. i forgive you.” he pulled you in by the waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath, letting the notes of your perfume be his treat until he was able to get one later. your fingers reached up to scratch the nape of his neck as you turned to kiss his cheek, not even noticing. 

“i’ll buy you whatever you want from the bakery tomorrow, i promise”

caleb:

“you did what?!” you screeched to gideon over the phone. 

“look, i didn’t have a choice okay? caleb can be very persuasive with that evol of his. i’m sorry but i didn’t want to lose my fingers” a big sigh left your lips as you ran your fingers through your hair. you had been taking some secretive pilot lessons with gideon to try and impress caleb on your next flight lesson, but you bit off a little more than you could chew and ended up with a big bruise on your abdomen. 

“no, i get it. it was only a matter of time before he found out anyway. thanks though for holding out as long as you did.” you lifted up caleb’s shirt to take a look at your little accident. it was about the size of a grapefruit with hues of yellow, purple and blue painting your skin. 

“no, me and my fingers thank you for being understanding. but you know the drill kid, ice and heat every 15 minutes.” 

“yeah, yeah, yeah. you sound like–” before you could even say his name, you heard the clattering of the locks. 

“gotta go, the colonel is in.” you quickly hung up the phone, looking around the bathroom for places to hide and decided the closet was your best option. you pulled the door shut, trying to close it as silently as possible upon hearing his footsteps approaching. 

“pipsqueak.” not a question of where you were, but a known fact. you didn’t answer, choosing to ride this out for as long as you can. 

“you can’t hide from me. you left your phone on the counter and the hallway smells like your shampoo.” damn his obsessive nature (and your stupidity thinking you could ever hide from him in his own place). 

you held your breath as your eyes snapped to the handle. he was right in front of the door. there was a pause and.. nothing. his footsteps slowly faded to where the shower was, swiftly pulling the curtain back to expose an empty tub.

“come out, come out pips. i won’t be mad, i just want to see.” liar. you got the smallest scratch on your face from a mission and he wouldn’t let you hear the end of it for weeks. 

there was no use in hiding anymore. you turned the handle, but didn’t open it all the way. he reached his fingers through the gap and opened the door to find you looking like a dog with its tail between its legs– looking down at the ground, arms guarding your mid section. caleb cautiously took you by your hands and pulled you out of the closet. 

“let me see it.” he gently requested. you huffed as you carefully lifted up the shirt to reveal the bruise. he let out a distressed noise, quickly ridding himself of his gloves before his bare fingers grazed your skin. 

“i’m fine caleb, it’s not even that bad–”

“not that bad?!” he exploded like a volcano that was waiting to erupt. 

“pips, you have a bruise the size of a meteor on your stomach and it’s darkening by the second! what did you even do?” he took the shirt between his fingers, pulling it up even higher to inspect for any more damage. it was then that he realized that you were only in your bra and underwear with just his long sleeve to cover up. he took his moment to take you all in as he effortlessly towered over you. 

hair wet, smelling like apples, in a matching set, in his clothes.. brain go brrrrr….

he didn’t know if it was his chip kicking in or his brain malfunctioning, but thank god you were looking away from him. he felt the blush spread throughout his face, every inkling of scolding you fading by the second

he cleared his throat, gently letting his shirt fall back into place as he gingerly wrapped his hands behind your back, pulling you close. burying his face in the hair, he let the scent of you calm him down. he just hated seeing you hurt, especially if there was a mark or bruise to show for it.

“i’m sorry. i was only trying to impress you for our next flying lesson and then the weather suddenly changed and then the throttle did a thing–and i got launched into the control panel and..” you admitted embarrassingly. he laughed as he pulled away, taking your cheeks into his hands.  

“okay, okay. just next time please be careful. we don’t want you getting a bionic arm or anything–”

“CALEB!”

xavier:

exhaustion was oozing off xavier the moment he stepped into your apartment. his footsteps were dragging, shoulders hunched over, with a severe lack of motivation to keep his eyes open.  it was a series of: lack of sleep, fighting off more wanders than he could even count and then doing that over and over again for the past week. his back and body hurt and all he wanted to do was lay down and sleep for a week undisturbed. 

he ridded himself of his uniform, begrudgingly forced himself to shower, dried off his hair and plopped so hard on the bed it skirted and hit the wall. as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was already in his rem cycle, letting sleep take him for however long sleep would have him. 

though he was a valiant hunter, he knew that your place was safe. so if he felt a bump or a shift in the bed, he knew it was only you. though he wasn’t expecting you so soon. even with his eyes closed counting sheep, he was able to feel you crawl over his body. your hair tickled his collar bones as you leaned down to shower him in kisses. from his neck, cheeks, forehead, with a final blow to the lips, he didn’t budge. he wanted sleep and so he was going to have it (even if it meant hearing from you later) but you didn’t relent. 

you continued to lay kisses all over him, knowing that he’s done this to you before when you wanted to sleep but he wanted you to get up. you wanted his attention and much like xavier, you were going to have it. you held his face in your hands, laying loud kiss after loud kiss, trying to pull him out of dreamland but to no avail. you huffed as you sat your tush on his stomach. you moved his face from side to side before resorting to squishing his cheeks together. 

there was a slight twitch in his eyebrows signifying to you that he was slowly waking up, which resulted in you poking and prodding his face. after several minutes of working like a cat clocked in at the biscuit making factory, he let out one final groan before his eyes barely opened. 

“there he is.” you said sweetly. he huffed, turning to the side while covering his face to try and avoid your advances. 

“no he is not…” you took that as a challenge, now wrestling with him to lay on his back. when xavier was asleep, he was like a log. with much resistance, he flopped on his back while you pinned his wrists above his head. he peeled his eyes open, ready to let you have it only to find you with your hair all disheveled, the top buttons of your pajama shirt all undone and askew with the faintest wash of pink over your cheeks. 

“i just wanted some kisses and snuggles…” you admitted as you let go of his wrists. a sigh of defeat left his lips.

“well if you say it like that, of course i can’t be mad at you.” a giggle left your lips as he wrapped his arms and legs around you. it was his turn to shower you in kisses which you happily received. when the shower was over, you laid ontop of him with your face buried in his neck. 

“i’m sorry i disturbed your sleep.. you can go back now. i promise i won’t wake you until tomorrow.” he nuzzled his cheek into your head, already mumbling a bunch of nothings into your ear.

“i love you too, honey.” 

sylus:

“i said no.” sylus was being unreasonable. all you wanted to do was join him on an ‘auction’ to help him out. he had been stressed about it all week– skipped meals, jaw clenched in his (lack of) sleep, dark bags under his eyes– you haven’t seen him this stressed in a while. 

“why not? you know that it would be easier with me there and i want to go, so why no–” he held up his hand to you, too focused on the papers in front of him to even look you in the eye. 

“my decision is final. it’s too dangerous, i wouldn’t even go if it wasn’t a necessity.” you knew that he was only looking out for your safety, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. if he wasn’t going to willingly take you, guess it was time to take matters into your own hands. you didn’t utter another word, choosing to leave his office in silent rage. 

once he knew you were out of sight, he heaved a deep sigh. he could feel the pounding headache coming on. removing his glasses, he leaned back onto his chair while squeezing the bridge of his nose. he was already trying to think of ways to make it up to you, though this one would be tough. 

—

it was a few quiet days in the N109 zone. you decided to keep your interactions with sylus to a minimum, only greeting him the times he came to bed or when he came to dinner. he chose to respect that distance, trying to make the most out of the times you did give him the time of day. he couldn’t wait to get this mission over and done with. 

then came the day of his departure. you weren’t petty enough to not send him off, especially on dangerous missions such as this one. the last thing that you always handed off was his leather jacket. you had done it the first few missions he went on, and from there it kinda stuck. send offs never felt right without it. as he loaded the last suitcase, you stood behind him with his coat. 

he leaned in and gave your forehead a kiss. 

“i’ll be back soon, kitten.” he mumbled the words into your temple. you offered him a soft smile before holding up his jacket. he swiftly dropped his arms into the sleeves, pulling it over his shoulders, now counting down the minutes until he could be back. 

“i love you, get back safe.” you waved off him and the twins as you watched the car went off into the distance.

“you won’t have to wait long, dear.” 

—

shit. 

this was bad. 

sylus knew it was going to be, but he hoped just a little that it wouldn’t be. removed the hand from his abdomen to check if the bleeding had stopped, but surely enough his hand was covered in his crimson red blood. he leaned against a wall, knowing that the twins wouldn’t be here another 30 minutes. he knew his regenerative powers could kick in soon, but he was sorely outnumbered. he heard footsteps behind him and what sounded like a “he’s in here!” and just as he was about to set his guns ablaze, he heard a few shots coming from that same hallway. he squinted his eyes as he concentrated on the commotion.

‘one… two…..three.. four down. who?? they’re not supposed to be there for ano–’ the door swung open and upon instinct, sylus swiftly held up his gun to the intruder ready to shoot. he never hesitated in his life, but something was telling him to do otherwise. his fierce eyes met your intense ones in the same position. you both retracted your weapons before sylus pulled you through the doorway, crashing your back against his chest.

“how many are left?” he leaned down and whispered. 

“ten. five in the front and five in the back. the twins should be able to handle them. i took out all the ones in here for now.” for a second he breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning against you. sylus would’ve made it out, but certainly not in the best of conditions. 

“why are you here?” 

“i think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’” he rolled his eyes, turning you around to take you in. stunning, as always. your hair was a bit disheveled, straps fallen down to your shoulders and your dress was torn around the edges, but in this moonlight he was utterly captivated by you. all his anger and many of the words that he had for you suddenly flew out the window. he tugged your straps gently back up to your shoulders before giving you a kiss. 

“i’ll deal with you when we get back.” you basked in his presence for mere seconds before smelling the copper in the air. you stepped back to examine him before your eyes landed on his hand. he showed no resistance showing you his wound, knowing that you were right and he was caught. a heavy sigh left your lips. you knew he would be back to himself in no time, but it reminded you that he wasn’t all that invisible. 

“still think you don’t need me?” sylus chuckled as his face made its way into the crook of your neck, arms snaking around your waist. he took in one long inhale. 

“... you changed your perfume.. that’s why i couldn’t tell you were here.” you laughed breathlessly into ear, but not before you heard more footsteps coming in from the hallway. you both tensed, trying to remain as silent as possible. he tapped two of his fingers on your left side signalling that’s where he was headed. but before you could move, he noticed a shadow coming from the window. he pulled you down, letting off a few rounds towards the window. it was seconds before all hell broke loose once again. 

luckily you both were able to fend off the second wave until the twins got there. when it was all said and done, you two were able to make it out with a few bumps and bruises, you’ve definitely done worse. the car ride back was silent as you were taping up sylus’ arm. you knew he was angry at you, now having to be in pain because you didn’t listen to him.

“i don’t regret coming.” he wiped off some dried blood from your cheek, now his turn to tape up your wounds. 

“i know you don’t.” the conversation settled back into a comfortable silence. he started by dabbing some ointment on your scratches.

“... and thank you.. for saving my ass back there.” 

[ailoda]

updated: 04.06.25

ᯓ★ mob!au

Run For Your Life (❤✘): he was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with. (@sinner-as-saint) (warning: stalking tendencies)

Passionfruit (❤✘): you spend a well deserved lazy day with your mafia husband and son… plus Bucky getting a little handsy. (@kurogxrix)

Look Don't Touch (❤): you accidentally walk onto your husband and his men during a meeting, clad in nothing else but a tight-fitting top and a baby in your arms. The sight is enough to send the many men drooling, but Bucky reminds them that you’re only his to look at, and will always be. (@kurogxrix)

The Alchemy (❤❅✘): about a decade ago you left your home and ran away, looking for a fresh start after having had your heart broken by the boy you loved. Now you’re back and turns out Bucky Barnes – the same man who once broke your heart – is adamant on tormenting you some more. But why? Why does he want you back at all cost when he was the one who once pushed you away and crushed your heart like it meant nothing to him? What secrets has he been keeping for almost a decade? Most importantly, what truly happened that night he broke your heart? (@sinner-as-saint) (warning: forced marriage/marriage of convenience, possessive behaviours)

4 Minutes (✘): you and Bucky had limited time to spend intimately during the past few days, leaving you both extremely sexually frustrated. When your son’s occupation offers you 4 minutes of free time, Bucky’s damn adamant on making your legs shake in less than 3. (@kurogxrix)

Protector (❤✧): ironically, the man with blood on his hands and a permanent target on his back was the one you’d never felt safer with. (@cherryrogers) (warning: mild violence, assault, stalking, mentions of illness, death)

Honey, There Is No Right Way (❤❅✘): when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him. (@bonky-n-steeb)

A Love For The (P)ages (❤): Bucky might be the baddest mob boss in the city but he’s the softest and sweetest husband in the Universe. (@jobean12-blog)

Stealing Hearts (❤❅✘): his mansion was highly secured, and yet, breaking in and trying to steal from him was rather easy for a skilled thief like yourself. Key word: trying. Of course you got caught by his men. And the mob boss was known to be ruthless, cold, merciless – the list of his villainy was endless – so you thought he’d end you the moment he laid eyes on a thief like you. However, he didn’t. Instead, he made you an unusual offer. One you couldn’t resist. (@sinner-as-saint)

Come Home (❤✘): Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you… (@sinner-as-saint)

I Am Your Fall (❤❅✘): you’re hiding from your past, in Madripoor. You did nothing wrong, other than mix dangerous business with a lot of pleasure. You couldn’t go home because… he would find you, and Madripoor was the only place he didn’t do business, or had any allies or friends. But little did you know that the mob boss had finally found you, after obsessively looking for you ever since you left, and left him in pieces. He didn’t want revenge, he just wanted the one thing he had hopelessly fallen in love with; who also happened to be the one who had betrayed him and hurt him more than anyone or any bullet ever did before - you. (@sinner-as-saint)

Fallin' For Ya (❤): Bucky finds himself standing in front of your door with a bouquet of roses, wondering when he’s ever allowed his stone-cold mafia heart to fall in love with you. (@kurogxrix)

Yours To Wield (❤❅✘): with the enemy threatening to obliterate your family, you’re left with no choice but to take the hit just so he would spare your loved ones. Belonging to a mafia family requires sacrifices to be made at every step, and in order to save your family you make the ultimate one - you offer yourself up to the enemy. Bucky Barnes isn’t a man one negotiates with, he owns this city and whatever he says is considered law. But when you come to him with an irresistible offer, he bends his own rules for you. What starts out as an agreement becomes so much more, and the two of you find love where it wasn’t supposed to be. But rare are the love stories which don’t include some sort of war. (@sinner-as-saint)

Lover Boy (❅✘): it's the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky. (@cryptidcasanova)

Starting Over (❤❅): when Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending. (@sashaisready)

Guard Dog (❤❅): Bucky doesn't take too kindly to people hurting his wife. (@auroralwriting)

Adore Her, Dior Her (❤): what good is having all that money if he can't spend it on the woman he loves? (@queers-gambit)

Ending, Beginning (❤❅): after months of physical therapies, Y/N was finally back in town and ready to jump right back into business as usual. Bucky, however, disagreed; he didn’t want her anywhere near the club anymore. (@leascorner)

The Threat of Intimacy (❅✘✧): a beautiful bride marrying the man of your dreams. But when faced with what comes after the vows and first dance as Mr. and Mrs Barnes, you suggest that a particular arrangement be made. (@darkdemeter)

Bad Romance (❤❅✘): in Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his. (@samthemarvelfan)

Promises (❤❅): when your parents are murdered in cold blood, you turn to the most feared man on the east coast for answers. (@preciousbarnes) (warning: graphic depictions of murder)

Suite Spades (✘): at the club where you danced it wasn’t unusual for you to have regulars, they were normally gross married men but there was one regular that stood out from the rest, your favorite. a grumpy ‘business’ man with a black metal arm. (@lostalioth)

My Devotion (❅✘✧): the one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well. (@cryptidcasanova)

new! The Alps (✘): why would you spend a full day skiing when you could stay in bed in your chalet doing something much more productive??? (@catharsisfalls)

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Dating John Walker/US Agent Headcannon (SFW & NSFW)

Protective to a Fault: John has a massive protective streak. Even when you’re perfectly capable of handling things, he can’t help but step in — whether it’s someone getting too close at a bar or a rude comment online. He doesn’t always know where to draw the line between caring and controlling, which can cause fights.

Acts of Service Love Language: He’s not big on flowery words or grand gestures, but he shows he cares by doing things: fixing things around your place, cooking breakfast after a rough night, driving you everywhere so you "don’t have to deal with idiots on the road."

Rough Edges: John has a hard time opening up emotionally. He bottles things until they explode — which means your relationship can have intense arguments followed by intense makeup sessions. Over time, he slowly learns to actually talk before things blow up.

Jealousy Issues: He tries to play it cool but fails miserably. Even harmless flirting from someone else gets under his skin. It stems from his insecurities — always trying to prove he's good enough, in every area of his life, including love.

Physical Affection: He’s touchy. Always has an arm around your shoulders, hand on the small of your back, kisses the top of your head when you’re sitting together. His affection is grounding — you always know where you stand with him physically, even if his words sometimes fall short.

Takes You Shooting / Training: Big “if you’re with me, you should know how to defend yourself” energy. Dates sometimes look like shooting ranges or sparring sessions. He gets a little too excited seeing you handle a weapon well — both proud and turned on.

Private Softness: In public, he’s stoic, aggressive, military-man Walker. But behind closed doors, he’s surprisingly soft — likes when you lay on his chest while he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair. It’s the only time his mind shuts off.

Dog Dad Energy: Would absolutely get a big, intimidating-looking dog (like a Belgian Malinois) but spoil it rotten. You catch him baby-talking to it when he thinks you’re not listening.

Haunted Past: You have to be patient with his guilt and trauma. Some nights, he’s distant or stuck in his head about the things he's done — both as Captain America and U.S. Agent. He needs someone who can pull him back without judgment.

Ride or Die: At the end of the day, John is ferociously loyal. Once you have his trust, he’s all in — no half measures. He might screw up, but he will always come back, always fight for you.

NSFW Headcanons

Rough by Nature: John is intense in bed. He’s naturally rough — grabbing, biting, leaving marks without thinking twice. He likes seeing the aftermath: bruises, scratches, hickeys. It feeds his primal, possessive side. “Mine,” is a word he grits out often, especially when he’s deep inside you.

Possessive Sex: If someone even looks at you the wrong way, you’re getting dragged home and claimed. It’s not sweet; it’s about reminding you (and himself) that you belong to him. Expect him to go harder, rougher, and longer on those nights until you can barely walk.

Loves Control: Big on dominance. He wants to be the one giving orders, pinning you down, controlling when you come (and how many times). Hand on your throat, wrist pinned above your head — all his favorite positions give him leverage and control.

Praise Kink (But Gritty)L John’s praise isn’t flowery — it’s raw and filthy. “Good fucking girl,” “Taking me so well,” “Look at you, drooling for it.” His voice goes low and growly in your ear, and he gets off on seeing you fall apart because of him.

Frustration Equals Aggression: Bad day? You’re getting wrecked. He channels all his pent-up rage and frustration into sex — which can mean being bent over the nearest surface and taken hard and fast until he’s satisfied. But it’s never careless; he watches your limits carefully, even when he’s feral.

Breeding Kink (Canon-Adjacent): Blame the super soldier serum and his need to "leave a mark." He gets feral about finishing inside you. Talk about him knocking you up, and you’ll see him lose his mind — hips snapping harder, groaning about filling you up until it takes.

Hair Pulling & Manhandling: He’s strong, and he uses it. Pulling your hair back to expose your throat, lifting you like you weigh nothing, flipping you into position without effort — it’s part of the turn-on for both of you. Being completely overpowered by him is addictive.

Oral Fixation: Loves having your mouth busy — whether it’s on his cock or just his fingers shoved past your lips while you’re moaning. It’s about control and watching you get desperate while he stays cool and in charge.

Aftercare King (But Doesn’t Admit It): As rough and possessive as he is, John is meticulous about aftercare. Bathing you, rubbing ointment into your bruises, feeding you water and protein after a particularly intense session. He won’t call it “aftercare” — he just grumbles that you need to “take care of yourself.” But it’s his way of showing love.

Tension Turned Passion: Fights often turn into sex. Shouting, shoving, glaring — next thing you know, he’s slamming you against the wall and kissing you like he’s starved. The line between anger and arousal gets real blurry with him.

[lady-luckk]

Can I get more magical girl content? I love magical girls so much :3

lights, glitter, action!!!

# pairings: yandere batfam x magical girl reader

# synopsis: you randomly fall out of the sky and into the arms of the batfamily. now you get to experience wacky adventures with them.

# warnings: this will contain dark themes such as obsession and possessiveness. if you are uncomfortable, please block me. viewer discretion is advised. minors DNI.

# notes: reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

thinking of a drabble about a magical girl (aka you) who crash-lands—quite literally—into gotham, face-first into a rooftop during a red hood stakeout. your transformation sequence sparks brighter than the bat-signal, and jason todd immediately points a gun at you before you finish your glittery intro pose. “i am celestia radiant, guardian of purity and—” click “you’ve got three seconds to explain the sparkles.”

“do not shoot that sparkly person,” dick grayson says through comms, voice full of older brother exhaustion. “that’s not a sentence i thought i’d say today, but here we are.”

you insist your wand only “dispels negativity,” which doesn’t go over well when you try to boop jason with it and his helmet actually falls off. “what the—kid, that thing costs more than your tiara.”

tim drake attempts to scan you with his tech. the scanner explodes in pink glitter. he blinks. “great. now my system’s infected with lisa frank malware.”

“i can sense your inner turmoil,” you tell him, solemnly. “do you even sleep?”

“define sleep.”

“when your soul regenerates through restful peace.”

“yeah, no. i run on coffee, spite, and childhood trauma.”

damian challenges you immediately and calls you “a delusional pastel distraction.” you politely deck him with a glitter beam. alfred bandages him while muttering, “perhaps don’t insult people with projectile sparkles next time.”

you enter the batcave and gasps, “so much repressed emotion... this place reeks of unhealed trauma!” bruce walks out of the shadows and deadpans, “welcome to gotham.”

dick pokes your wand, curious. it responds by turning into a cat. neither of them say anything. they just nod like this is normal.

bruce finally sits you down and says, “are you a threat?”

“only to sadness, injustice, and tight schedules.”

“...”

you’re officially listed in the batcomputer as “magical girl (?) – harmless (???) – very pink (confirmed).”

after months of you showing up to “aid gotham’s bravest hearts,” the batfam starts developing a crushing, all-consuming soft spot for you—like an airborne glitter virus of affection.

jason is furious about it.

“they’re weird, they’re loud, and they smells like vanilla cupcakes!”

“you mean the vanilla cupcakes you keep stealing from them?”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT.”

dick develops a habit of dramatically appearing next to you with his shirt slightly torn. “oops, must’ve gotten grazed again. guess i need magical healing?”

“you’ve got twelve band-aids on and none of them are real wounds,” tim whispers.

“don’t ruin this for me.”

tim claims he’s above it all. “we don’t even know what dimension they’re from.”

“your made them a custom batphone,” jason says.

“for tactical reasons.”

“it’s shaped like a heart.”

“tactical. heartline security.”

damian insists he feels nothing. "you’re a distraction." but when you calls him “gallant” after he saves a kitten, he literally freezes. the kitten escapes. he doesn’t notice. he’s still staring.

bruce has, very clearly, stated:

“i don’t care about you personally.” completely straight-faced. like he’s reading a grocery list. everyone heard it. everyone quotes it.

and yet… every time you so much as glance at something remotely out of budget, he’s already pulled out his black card.

“i’m just funding mission efficiency,” he says.

“that’s a limited-edition 40th anniversary magical cow figure from meow meow doki.”

“you seemed interested. we might need it.”

you mention wanting snacks once during patrol. the next day, the cave fridge is stocked with every brand you’ve ever casually mentioned.

“it’s for team morale,” bruce says, not making eye contact.

“you bought six flavors of celestial-themed ice cream.”

“they were on sale.”

you say it’s cold in your room once.

bruce upgrades the entire manor’s heating system by the end of the day.

“old wiring,” he says. “dangerous.”

over time it becomes apparent that they’ve grown an unhealthy attachment towards you.

whenever dick spots you, he clings to you like he can't bear to be apart. he’ll throw his arm around your shoulders with a grin, holding you a little too tightly. “did you miss me?” he’ll ask, leaning in just a little too close as he whispers in your ear. you can feel the weight of his gaze even when he’s not looking directly at you

jason has a habit of “accidentally” touching you. when you're walking together, his fingers will brush against yours, lingering just a second longer than necessary. he’ll give you a low, almost inaudible chuckle when you flinch. “i know you don’t mind,” he’ll say with a wicked grin, his hand remaining a little too close to yours.

tim loves to stand behind you when you’re busy, too close for comfort. you’ll feel his breath on your neck, his fingers lightly brushing against your back as he "casually" adjusts your chair. “just making sure you're comfortable,” he’ll say with a tone that feels like more than just a comment. when you turn around, he’s already walking away, as if he never meant to invade your space at all.

damian doesn’t shy away from showing his possessiveness. if you're out in public, he’ll stand a little too close to you, his presence always hovering just behind you like a shadow. sometimes, when you’re sitting, he’ll casually rest his hand on your knee, as if to remind you that you’re his responsibility. “stay close,” he’ll say, his voice unyielding.

bruce doesn't need to say much; his actions speak louder. he’ll touch your arm with a hand that's just firm enough to be a reminder. if you're sitting near him, he’ll make sure his leg brushes against yours, the slightest physical connection making it clear he's always aware of your presence. “are you comfortable?” he’ll ask, his gaze unreadable as if keeping you within his reach is the only thing that matters.

something that i've wondered was what people did during those long ass magical girl transformation.

imagine this: the city was in chaos. explosions echoed in the distance. the batboys were in the middle of a high-stakes battle against a villain whose name they still hadn’t quite figured out, but who was throwing around enough toxins and lasers to give gotham a new reason to be paranoid.

dick was leaping from wall to wall, trying to outmaneuver the villain’s henchmen. jason was head-butting a wall, making sure no one tried to flank them. tim was hacking into a control panel, eyes flicking between screens like a caffeinated squirrel. damian was already fighting the villain head-on, his sword clashing against their armor.

then, a voice crackled over the comms, interrupting the chaos:

“hey guys, be ready—i’m just finishing my transformation!”

everyone freezes. like someone hit pause on the action.

dick paused mid-flip, hanging from a ceiling beam. “wait—did they just say ‘transformation?’”

jason’s fist was raised, but he didn’t punch, staring at the comms like he’d been told the laws of physics were invalid. “they’re really doing this now?”

tim blinked. “are they seriously transforming? right in the middle of all this?”

damian, standing with his sword poised and looking perfectly ready to end the villain’s reign, sighed audibly. “this is… highly inefficient.”

but he didn’t move a muscle. not even to attack. he was waiting.

bruce, who had been silently observing the chaos and directing the others via comms, sighed too—his voice just low enough to avoid detection. “if we’re waiting, then wait. no need to rush this. hold positions. let’s see how long this takes.”

there was no mistaking it. he was as much a part of this ridiculous ritual as everyone else.

the villain, who had been watching the absurdity unfold, narrowed their eyes. “what are they doing? are they—waiting? are they—really pausing for a transformation?” the villain scoffed, clearly annoyed by the delay.

they pointed a glowing gauntlet at the group. “you’re all pathetic!”

but the batboys? completely unmoved. they were all still. all waiting. they were locked in place, every one of them silently enduring this ridiculous delay.

jason, gritting his teeth, turned to face the villain for the first time in a few minutes. “we’d love to keep fighting, but... you know. waiting on them.”

tim, flipping through some data on his wrist computer, half-checked out. “i’ll just optimize our schedule for the next one, but... they better have a good reason for this.”

dick was already making a list of things he could do during the wait. "i mean, it’s a whole process. at least we get a breather."

the villain, becoming increasingly frustrated, clenched their fists and began pacing. “no. i will not wait any longer!”

they leveled their weapon toward the batboys, preparing for an attack—but they didn’t move. everyone stood frozen—the batboys too disciplined to break formation, and you?

still getting ready.

there was another long pause. the villain shot a glare at bruce, who was calmly scanning the room, not even bothering to acknowledge the interruption. “are you all seriously letting this happen?” the villain snapped, voice rising. “i can’t believe i’m waiting on—”

and then it happened.

the unmistakable sound of sparkles filled the air. a soft chime echoed through the comms.

“magical girl transformation, initiate!”

dick’s eyes practically sparkled. “here it comes…”

jason let out a low groan, leaning back against a pillar. “this better be good.”

tim was frantically refreshing his mental list of everything he’d need to do to process this information later.

damian folded his arms and glared at the villain. “this delay better be worth it.”

there was a soft flash, a trail of glitter, and—there you were. in your full magical girl outfit, sparkling like a dream—the colors bright, the fabric catching the light, and your transformation complete in all its glory.

there was an awkward silence.

jason blinked, covered in what was still residual glitter from the earlier mishap. “okay, that... took a little longer than i thought.”

tim let out a long sigh. “i swear, the next time we’re scheduling this—everyone gets a 30-second limit.”

“done!” you announced, twirling dramatically. “let’s do this!”

bruce stared at you with a level of composure that barely hid his tiny sigh of approval.

“...now, we can continue.”

dick, ever the dramatic one, clapped. “absolutely worth it.”

jason just groaned and rolled his eyes, but the tiniest hint of a smile twitched on his lips.

“yeah, yeah, but next time, let’s maybe—i don’t know—not do this during a fight?”

the villain, now fuming, was clearly done. “this is your strategy?” they snapped. “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

they swung their weapon, clearly intending to take you down—but the batboys weren’t having it anymore.

in perfect sync, they moved, attacking from all angles.

you, of course, were already ready, using your powers to effortlessly counter their attacks.

the fight lasted all of five minutes after that.

once the villain was down, the batboys stepped back, eyes on you. jason let out a snort. “well, that was... something.”

tim raised an eyebrow. “maybe next time we make a better schedule for these things?”

damian just crossed his arms. “you’d think after all these months, we’d learn not to wait for their transformation.”

dick, flashed a smile. “what can i say? it’s worth it.”

bruce, just muttered, “next time, no delays.”

you, oblivious to their frustration and somehow enjoying the chaos, smiled brightly. “i’m glad you guys handled it without me!”

the villain, now completely defeated and embarrassed, could only mumble as they were carted off. “i cannot believe i lost to these people.”

and the batboys? they’d just endured yet another ridiculous chapter in their lives with you. but they all secretly agreed on one thing.

no matter how much it annoyed them… they’d always wait for your magical girl transformation.

[lazysoulwriter]

little clues in polish. - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: pure fluff, soft launch fun, social media/fan speculation, teasing, affection, subtle intimacy.

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It starts with a star.

Just one. A tiny, silver thing sitting on Pedro’s pinky nail, barely the size of a freckle. You almost miss it entirely until he slides into the booth beside you at the little diner your friends frequent post-premiere.

Your hand is on the table already, freshly manicured — a galaxy theme this time. Deep navy blue with scattered constellations, starbursts on every nail, some shimmer catching the light. He sees it, nudges your elbow, and grins when you finally catch the match.

“You noticed,” he says, like it’s nothing. Like his heart’s not beating wildly because he picked that little star with you in mind.

You smile. “It’s cute.”

He shrugs. “Felt right.”

And that’s how it begins.

No Instagram stories. No red carpet hand-holding. Just a trail of quiet matching details — fingerprints of affection only the two of you know to look for.

You start getting playful with it.

He shows up to a press junket with a thin line of gold wrapping the tip of his thumb — the same gold that outlines the marble design on your nails in a photo you'd posted earlier that day. Fans notice.

“Okay but why is Pedro’s nail giving the same vibes as [Y/N]’s???” “Matching... again?? Coincidence or coded??” “Is this… a nail soft launch?????”

Threads start popping up. Nail art theories. Timelines. People making little charts with circles and arrows, zooming in on blurry pap pics where you’re both walking five steps apart — but your nail colors are suspiciously complementary.

Pedro finds them one night while you're curled up on his couch, legs over his lap, popcorn between you. He scrolls through the fan theories, chuckling, eyes gleaming.

“They’re obsessed,” he says. “They think I’m trying to launch you like a Marvel movie.”

You snort. “Soft-launch you like a Sephora collab.”

He grins. “You are my favorite limited edition.”

He kisses you after that — slow, sweet. Like he doesn’t mind the build-up. Like he’s savoring the soft part before it gets loud.

The first time it gets close to loud is when you go to an awards afterparty. You’ve kept it lowkey, arriving separately. But you're both seated together inside, and your nails — well. There’s no denying it now.

You’re wearing pink. Pale, glossy, with tiny white hearts on every nail.

Pedro’s hand wraps around his drink, and there it is again — the same heart, tucked neatly onto his ring finger. A different base color, sure. Matte instead of glossy. But unmistakably a match.

The internet explodes.

You scroll through the tweets later with a giggle, curled into his chest. He watches you with that sleepy smile — like he’s been waiting for this moment. Like he’d match your nails a hundred more times if it meant he got to hold you like this.

“You know,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple, “if they’re gonna analyze our hands so much, might as well give them something to really talk about.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

He shrugs. “Thinking next set — matching and we post them. Together.”

You blink. “A full launch?”

He kisses your shoulder. “Let’s give ‘em a reason to finally stop guessing.”

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[sexybritishllama]

in further neopets discord news, oh boy is there drama in my awful virtual pet game website today. strap in if you want way too much information on neopets’ broken economy

for some context, an event has just launched called the faerie festival. this is the first event to be run by the ‘new’ TNT (aka. the neopets team aka. the staff) since the leadership change, and they've said in recent editorials that this year’s faerie festival is going to be a combo of two previous popular events:

the faerie quest event, wherein people can get a free quest from a faerie every day in exchange for a reward (something that’s normally limited to random special events and therefore quite rare)

the charity corner, a highly requested event that hasn’t run since 2020, where you can donate random items to get points that can then be exchanged in a prize shop

there’s a LOT of ultimately worthless items on neopets that people gather from doing dailies and things, but charity corner actually gave a use to hoarding all of these, so people have wanted it back for ages. people have been going out of their way to hoard extra junk items for like 2 months now, after TNT teased the event in an editorial

this event was originally meant to start on 20th august, but got delayed 2 weeks, presumably because of issues behind the scenes. people were generally a bit disappointed but relieved if this meant they were going to get a proper, well prepared event without bugs

flash forward to 2nd october, the actual start of the event. nothing actually opens up for several hours on the day- that’s somewhat waved off by the fact that staff presumably need to be in the office to launch everything, a midnight launch isn’t expected

but, eventually, it opens!

well… kinda. there’s one page with one dialogue scene available and a link to an event page for spending neocash (the premium currency that costs irl money). the faerie quest page is giving out free daily quests, which is nice, but literally just the same as they did back in 2020. where’s the item recycling part? did this really need 2 weeks of delay?

the next day, the FAQ page for the event is published neopets support site (but not announced via news). still no sign of the actual event starting- seems like that might not be until moday?

as well as multiple grammatical errors, the FAQ had a few… concerning elements. most notably:

only 10 items could be donated per day

points would be awarded based on the rarity of the item, with the maximum rarity being r200-500, worth 15 points each

this meant people's hoarding of junk items for months was... essentially useless

r200-500 items basically means either hidden tower items (rare, expensive items that can only be bought in an account age locked shop with a purchase limit of 1 per day) orrrr….. neocash items. In other words, players could either spend an exorbinate amount of their in-game currency to buy up items to donate, or they could just hand over their credit card and pay to win

people were Not Happy about this

not long after info spread and the outcry started (and a sizeable number of people cancelled their premium membership in protest), the FAQ was quietly updated to remove mention of donating neocash items. that took away to pay to win element at least

however, now there was a new problem. a tombola man problem.

i mentioned already that the highest rarity items are pretty rare and expensive. one of the least expensive of these is an item called the Squeezy Tombola Guy Toy. you can probably see where this is going already

because you can only buy a maximum of one tombola guy per day from the hidden tower, your only option if you want to buy more than that in a day is to go to user shops. however, in light of the event, people had already started buying and hoarding tombola guy toys. equally, others were buying them purely to sell at a profit. this made the perfect storm and caused the price of the tombola guy toy, which was normally 110k NP, to explode up to 500k, 600k, even 700k within just one day

BUT THEN THE FAQ GOT UPDATED AGAIN. surprise, you can now donate 30 items per day! also they just got rid of the highest rarity tier altogether. the maximum you can get for an item is now 8 points, for rarity r102-r179.

this has now made the squeezy tombola guy toys useless. unless you’re a collector they don’t serve any function beyond that of a normal neopets toy (of which there’s thousands of much cheaper options). the price has now plummeted down to BELOW what it originally was and many users now have piles and piles of the dolls sitting in their inventory, mocking them

so what now? well, because no one ever learns, everyone is now flocking to what is now the cheapest high-rarity item eligible for donation. most are going for omelettes, which have a few different options at r102+. these have also inflated by like 400% from before the event, but unlike the squeeze tombola guys, these are only worth a few thousand neopoints, so not as bad a potential loss in comparison

it’s worth noting that while all this is going on in preparation for the recycling event, neopets is also experiencing insane inflation in a lot of other items right now, including those required for people to complete faerie quests. for example, a Griefer, which cost 5000 np just last week, is now worth selling for 1 MILLION

So yeah. 3 days into the event and that’s where we are so far. who knows what tomorrow might bring

[thewritetofreespeech]

I really think Gale needs to know that he is competent and good at things even without his magic/ without doing his magic.

Gale× woman girlfriend tav where they have soft sex and Gale want to enhance the experience with his magic, but reader shows him that he doesn't need to.

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When Tav told him that she loved him back, he thought his chest might explode from just pure excitement & relief. Not the orb.

He had been fairly certain that Tav felt the same as him. Mentally reviewed all their moments together. Stolen glances. That moment in the Weave that still seemed to linger on his fingertips even now. But one was never sure of these things until they happened. And given how his last ‘grand gesture’ had ended, Gale was nervous that this would be another defeat as well. Yet to be accepted, to be loved in return by someone he respected & admired again, Gale could die a happy man. Should the right moment Elminster spoke of was to come.

For now, however, he wanted to focus on the now. He wanted it to be perfect. A vision, just like Tav was to him. To show her how deep his affection was for her, even with their short time together. He had it all planned. To show her his home. To show him where he found the most peace and solace when not at her side. Then to make love in the way of the gods by a perfect mending of souls & mind. It would be perfect.

Yet when he told Tav of his plan, she denied him. Saying that she didn’t want illusions, just him.

“Are you sure?” Gale was caught off guard by her response. Expecting that, when offered the opportunity to experience what so few mortals could, she would jump at the chance. Even with his limitations on the Weave between the tadpole and Mystra’s bars, Gale knew he could get them close to his experience in the heavens. He wanted that for both of them. More than what these simple husks of flesh could bide them. “I can do more than woo you. I could wow you.”

Tav chuckled at his comment. Amused, even though he was being totally serious, and reaffirmed that she wanted the man, not the magic.

Gale was entirely nervous at this point but tried not to show it. He had a plan and all that was out the window. What was he supposed to do now?? The wizard endeavored to stay calm and continue with at least the original plan of being with Tav. He didn’t know if they would have a moment like this again and he would be gods damned if he was going to waste it.

Conjuring just a small bit of magic for a bed, as his back would never recover from making love on the hard ground, Gale smiled when he saw Tav fall back on it playfully. She was always so funny. This odd kind of silly mixed with bravery. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he had been with someone who was silly. Mystra was always so serious, and her wizard acolytes from his school days were no different.

He watched Tav sit up on the bed. Beckoning him over with a look and gesture of her hand that held more magic in it to command than any spell Gale could conjure. He had to obey.

Climbing onto the bed with her, Gale leaned in to kiss Tav a second time. Deeper than the first. Her lips were soft, but a little chapped from their journey. It was warm though. That heat seemed to fill Gale to his bones. He’d forgotten what it was like being with a mortal after so much time with an immortal. Mystra always seemed happy with their coupling. Open and willing to reciprocate, but it was always incorporeal for them. Gale had made offers to pleasure her in other ways. Use what skills he had to please his goddess, but she always declined. As if unwilling to let her once mortal body turn divine be touched in any way resembling a human. At the time Gale had been contented with that. But with the clarity that distance and perspective could now offer, he could now see the benefits of both.

Gale gasped into their kiss as he felt Tav’s fingers brush over the front of his tunic. Down from his chest to his belly. The muscles twitch even with the slightest touch. He had forgotten about that too. Touch.

He moved from kissing Tav’s lips down to her neck. Her breath hitched as her pulse hammered against his lips. Feeling her life’s drum just there against her skin. Gale could understand why Astarion was so tempted now. As he kissed her neck and collarbone, his fingers danced over her body. Gale may not have magic in his fingers when it came to locks, but he was certainly dexterous enough to be able to do lacings & the like. Their garments melting away as if by actual magic.

Gale took a moment to push up on his hands and get a full look at Tav. She was beautiful. Radiant. The light on her skin. The pert of her breasts in the night air. The imperfections of scars, freckles, and spots here & there all perfect. The perfection of realism.

The wizard swooped back down to finish kissing Tav all the way down. Moving to her sternum. Toying with her breasts. The weight of them soft but noticeable as he worked them in his hand. He moaned in tandem with Tav as her fingers brushed into his hair as he suckled at her breast. Feeling her there, reciprocating, listening to her enjoy what he was doing to her, Gale thought he might burst. He was so hard, and the bedding he had conjured provided little relief to the pressure as he rubbed against it.

Gale continued his path down. Kissing over Tav’s stomach until he came to the apex between her thighs. “Can you open a little more for me, my love?” He was hesitant to use the term of endearment. Fearful that he might have pushed too far. Perhaps they were not ready for pet names. But when he saw Tav part for him with a shy little smile, he decided he would call her that every day.

Her scent flowed up to him as her legs parted. Sweet yet sensual. Gale felt his mouth literally water in reflex. How long had it been since he tasted a woman fully? How longer still had it been since he’d done this with a woman that he loved?

Even with the lapse in time, it was like a fish to water for Gale. Based on Tav’s moans & shutters he had not forgotten how to please with his verbose, practiced tongue. He swiped up through her center, teasing the nub at the cleft, before sliding back down to collect her sweet honey. His hands massaged her thighs which were warm and lax by his ears. Gods. How had he gone so long without this in his life? He felt like a starving man sat down in front of his first meal.

Gale moaned into her cunt as he felt Tav reach for him between her legs. Fingers in his hair. Gripping and pulling in pleasure. His cock was already rock hard but it jutted in excitement with every tightening of her fingers. He made quick work to finish lest he truly embarrass himself on their first rendezvous.

Tav cried out as she came. Her thighs tightening in his hand. She looked beautiful lying there all spent. The slightest hint of perspiration on her skin illuminated in the moonlight. Gale had seen gods, but he could think of no sight finer.

He crawled over Tav again until they were nose to nose. “Are you sure?” He wanted to ask again. Maybe she had changed her mind? Maybe this was enough for him to hope for?

Tav just wrapped her arms around his neck and braced her knees against his side. “Do it.”

The commanding voice sent a shiver down Gale’s spine. Enough to make him almost cum right there. He restrained himself and reached down to moisten his cock with spittle and pre-cum. Then he lined up with Tav’s entrance and pushed forward.

The two of them moaned. Gale did not expect how hot inside her would be, how tight. With Mystra everything was so open and vast. The vastness of eternity and the Weave open to them to express their feelings. Here, with Tav, everything seemed to file down to a single point. A single moment. Just the two of them in the whole wide world. Gale moved his hips back and pressed forward again. Starting a slow, easy rhythm. He wanted this moment to last forever; or at least as long as possible.

Tav held on to him and moved her hips back to meet him. The perfect partnership, just like their adventure. Gale leaned down to kiss her and was met with equal passion. Tongues melding, gasping breaths, hearts racing. Everywhere Tav touched him seemed to leave a burning trail across his body, waiting to consume him. Had it always been like this with mortals and he had just forgotten? No. Gale knew he would remember this if it had happened. It had to be Tav.

His hips sped up and Tav rose to meet him with glee. He could feel that he was going to climax soon, and it became his single focus for the next few moments before stumbled in his thrust with a low, powerful moan. White hot flashes across his eyes as he was sure was spilling inside her.

Gale broke from a final kiss with Tav in their coupling and rested his head against hers. He felt tired, but indeed sated as he anticipated he would be. Complete. Should the world and the orb come to swallow him whole, Gale would be able to do it with but one regret now on his mind. That he couldn’t be with her longer.

The wizard carefully dislodged himself from Tav and pulled her close with the conjured blanket to wrap them in. “We’ll need to head back before morning.” He reasoned. The others would come looking for them, and his spell of stars would not last forever. But it would for a little while longer. For now, he just wanted to spend the remainder of the night with Tav in his arms. As a man. As two lovers. Not a wizard and adventure on a path to save the world. Just him and Tav.

[kismetlotts]

Kinktober 🎃 day nine: Cheating!

cw: cheating, dubcon, noncon, mentions on rape, open relationships? (Johnny and Simon share), rough sex, mentions of blood, mentions of saliva, fingering, oral sex on reader, bruising, voyeurism, ‘don’t get caught’ trope, ignorance, degrading names such as ‘whore’, vocal Simon, creampie, mentions of having a child

Simon and Johnny who are so used to sharing each other’s little toys: their own girlfriends. It’s a weird bond that brings the two of them together. It’s sick and fucking perverted but it’s something to talk about when the weather turns cold and on a mission.

Sipping on their drinks as they recharge their batteries mumbling a, 'Remember so and so?’ getting a ‘Yeah, they were a good fuck.' in response.

It was more than likely one of the reason why the two blokes struggled with keeping their girlfriends. Most of them rejecting and breaking up with them when they’d bring it up because what woman who was looking for a family, a life, love, would want to fuck their boyfriend’s best friend? Or be tampered with?

The two of them had grown a lot of respect and loyalty for each other from this little routine. A ridiculous amount when you put it against how much respect they gained from each other at war. Protecting one and others lives, killing for each other, just doesn't help the same than sharing some good pussy. Weird logic that not even they understood but with all said, they were tight, close.

So when Johnny got his hands on you, a pretty little thing that refused to fuck until the third date he knew not only was he in danger, but you were. He knew how much Simon would ruin you, take that precious little hole of yours and stuff you so deep you'd feel it for days. Johnny just fucking knew it would happen and when you'd finally let him inside, invited him into your heavenly cunt- he couldn’t let him steal you.

Too delicate and light for Simons heavy way with sex.

"So when's my turn?" The gruff, masked man would ask Johnny. Conversation of you being brought up and the words just tumbled from the cracks of his lips. Normality and need seeping through his tone because as it was such a statement in his and Johnny's relationship, he’d think no other way.

Not once would he even consider the possibility of Johnny turning around and refusing, saying no. Telling him that your pussy- your body- is just for him. Claiming you against his own kind. Barricading and locking you away from him in his designed cell of greed.

It wasn’t going to end well, Johnny was sure of it, so with an awkward laugh and the rub of his neck he spun around facing him, eyes catching Simons through the mask before clearing his throat. Words coming across shakier than intended because he wasn't intimidated by Simon, more fretful of what he’d do knowing that you were off limits.

"Actually, lass is a good' ne. Think she might be a keeper Si." Silence filling the room for about five seconds, the slow click of the clock on the wall the only audible thing. Simons gaze not changing once and it killed Johnny, bugged him harder than a kick to the teeth.

Everything about him yearning to know what Simons brain was thinking or what he was planning, wanting to reach out and shake him, beg him to back off. They were getting old now, it was bound to be called off at some point- when they properly wanted to settle down and have kids and a family, right?

"Oh really?" His accent and words a monotone warning but Johnny was so flushed with relief that he hadn’t exploded and raged at him, his ears missed it. Missed the way his blinks slowed, analysing the man in front of him. Missed the way Simons personally and mindset changed. New thoughts drowning his head so hard he forced out exhales to think straight. Did he think he was better than him? More deserving of your body than gruff ol’ Simon over here? Worthier?

He was fucking seething, the metallic taste in his mouth potent as he bit his tongue, refraining to tell Johnny to go fuck himself, stand up and find you. Go track you down and make you cry both of their names just so he can hear which one sounds better or which one turns him on more.

Moaning your boyfriend’s name so loudly while his friend hits that one part. Choking out, crying out for Mactavish as your eyes roll back, tongue drooping out the side of your lips too. He’d be a liar to say his dick wasn't twitching at the thought.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry Simon-" But he was already shaking his head, hand waving him off with a sly smirk on his face as he told him no worries! Told him that's its alright and that he completely understands. Barely moving an inch the rest of the night as he came up with plans on what he's going to do to you. What he did in fact do to you.

Face down in yours and Johnny’s double bed. Panties damp with your cum from how many times Simon had already made you orgasm, shirt wet with tears and saliva. Rubbing your clit so harshly and fast your body trembled at every little touch. The fine line between touching and fucking, abuse and rape being blurred but you craved it. You longed for it, days of wishing and wondering when he’d come back to please you again.

He’d force your legs apart, holding you by the ankles while he ate like a mad man. Devouring you messily, the noises sounding like a fucking porn movie. Ruining your makeup, your sheets, your body. You couldn’t look Johnny in the eye when he got on all fours, kissing your thigh and humming against the soft skin while asking how you’d got another bruise.

Day and night- when Johnny's downstairs and when he's away. He'd have you begging to stop, pleading him to let you go before you’d lose yourself. His thrusts silencing you, cries turning to moans back to cries to screams of joy- it was mesmerising and so fucking bad of him.

“Oh shut up, babe. You know you want me.” He’d grunt, eyes shutting as he took you in again and again. Eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and ignorance for your cries. Knowing it was only a matter of time before you gave in again, joining him and thrusting back against his cock.

What made it worse was the moans that came from this man. Johnny was never vocal- never vocal enough for you but Simon sounded almost in tears. Each thrust like he’s on the brink of orgasm, you felt so good he couldn’t stay quiet- he didn’t want to.

His favourite memory was when he snuck into your window, almost kicking the stupid Halloween decorations Johnny had put up outside on his way up. The sky pitch black and your bedroom likewise but he could see you in his night vision goggles, sneaking behind you as you changed out of your clothes getting ready for bed.

Bending you over the bedframe, peeling down your panties and thrusting into you for a quickie. The sound of Johnny's electric toothbrush coming from the bathroom one room away only adding to his excitement. He could step in any minute by now, luckily from the darkness Simon had an advantage and most likely enough time to hide if he wanted to. If he wanted to leave your pussy.

Gloved fingers slipped into your mouth for you to suck or bite. Anything to help silence your moans. It excited him the fact that Johnny could find him, Johnny could catch him and realise all this time he though you were safe and committed to him you’d gone behind his back. His precious little girl who actually is just a dirty whore. A dirty whore who lets her hole be used. By men she doesn’t even know.

He wonders what you do when Johnny brings him up in conversation, I mean, he figures you haven't spilt the beans to him yet so do you just laugh and nod on along? Hearing his name, acting like you don't know his touch or how his tongue feels. Pretending he's a stranger, just some stranger who's dick is drilled into your memory. He doesn't fuck like Johnny, he's bigger than him, hits all the places that Johnny can’t. You can never get Simon out of your mind.

Filling you up with his cum and laughing deeply at himself. He's got to be careful with it- what if you two were trying for a baby? That would be a shock, wouldn’t it? Gorgeous little kid coming out looking just like Simon- Simons eyes, Simons hair; a little mini Simon left all for you to raise.

Maybe Johnny would be too thick to realise, too slow to pick up on why his son looks so much like his best friend- that the son he’d always wanted actually belong to Simon. Oh fucking hell, he was a dark deluded arsehole- who thinks like this? Slipping back out of the window and shutting it the same time as Johnny walked into the room.

Large soft body crawling on top of you and pushing you further into the bed. Lips attacking your sensitive neck as his already hard cock slips its way inside of your warm, creampied folds. The darkness hiding all the evidence and leaving him to believe it’s just how wet you are for him. How needy and desperate you are for him.

Blissfully unaware that the wetness lubing his cock up, letting him fuck you with ease and making him feel so hot and so good, was no other than his best friends cum. Dribbling out your hole and onto your thigh as he picks up the pace.

[vivienne-charm]

Dr. Stone Headcanons

x Texts with them x

Senku

⋆ he canonically owns multiple cellphones

⋆ he also canonically isn't very interested in wasting his time

⋆ so texts with him are short, and restricted for urgent matter only

⋆ however if you're tenacious enough, you might get him to reply to your texts about science projects

⋆ other than that, sending him cool science related videos will also get you his undivided attention, only for a jiffy that is

⋆ you once sent him a cute cat lip sync video, he started ranting about the rising use of AI and its future significance...

⋆ another instance of you sending him a NORMAL cute cat video this time, he started plotting about how he could make use of cat fur for a cool project... so never again

⋆ after getting to know you better, he'd send you pictures of his experiments, with very evil messages following just behind

⋆ matching his energy was never a problem for you

⋆ so you guys slowly bond over the fact that you both are clinically insane

⋆ if you ever send a text ranting to him about a broken machine, a handmade substitute would be waiting for you at your doorstep

⋆ (careful though, it might explode mid-usage)

⋆ he goes from sending you pictures of his cool projects to actually really wishing you were there along with him at the time of building the project

⋆ he's really not much of a texter or a sentimentalist... however he looks forward to a text from you everyday

⋆ once you were in a hiking and couldn't text senku for a few days without prior notice, he actually contacted your school and family to make sure you're alive

⋆ bonding with him is truly a slow burn

⋆ you'd managed to go from being his science lecture buddy to his banter buddy and that was a grand feat on it's own tbh

Gen

⋆ he's the situationship final boss

⋆ so the texts with him with involve alot of mental gymnastics for you – he's a master at the game he plays

⋆ texting him during the talking stage is extremely exhausting because this man is just constantly looking for an opportunity to get the upper hand

⋆ NOT a fast replier, nope. will deliberately time his responses slower than yours to drive you absolutely crazy (may this kind of love never find you)

⋆ if he feels you're losing interest, then suddenly he's much more chattier

⋆ this is how he preys on people

⋆ he's really superficial until he genuinely falls for you

⋆ since his feelings are sheer contrast to his twisted methods, he's more likely to stop with his manipulative antics, and genuinely try to connect with you

⋆ and now you got yourselves a cute little doggy patiently waiting for your replies, wagging his tail happily at every text you send him

⋆ he STILL won't respond faster

⋆ he'll literally read the message from the notification bar, be happy, and then wait it out

⋆ if you send him a reel or something, he will go to the reel account, try and guess which reel you'd have sent him from that account, be happy, AND NOT RESPOND until he misses you

⋆ though this time it's not because he's playing his manipulative games again, but he genuinely feels a bit insecure about being so obsessed with your texts, that he tries to limit himself

⋆ he is frustrating pre-relationship

⋆ so, so frustrating; you have almost smashed your phone into pieces thrice by now

⋆ but as time progresses, he becomes more comfortable being vulnerable

⋆ he rants about his show's venue related problems, about this tough audience in this city, and more mundane things

⋆ remember his happiness when he succeeded in making those manganese batteries? (before senku said he needed to make like 800 of those)

⋆ well now imagine that happy gen humming in his bed, rolling around and playfully swinging his feet, reading your texts

⋆ that's when you know that you have successfully turned the most despicable lover into a loyal sweetheart ♡

Ukyo

⋆ genuinely the sweetest guy you'll ever be texting

⋆ long paragraphs. lovey emojis. and mimicking some of the slangs you use!!!! what more do you want

⋆ he tries to reply to you as soon as he can too!

⋆ during the initial talking stage, your sense of humor used to genuinely concern him, prompting him to call you to make sure you don't mean the stuff you just typed out

⋆ over time, he gets used to you being chaotic and just vibes along with it

⋆ one thing about him though, he won't dwell much on texts and replies, response times, etc. so he won't be too upset if you reply late

⋆ worried? yes. definitely! but, upset? nope! cause at the end of the day, he prefers to call you to talk about each other's day

⋆ he also loves it when you send him voice messages, saves them if possible

⋆ you once forced him to send a voice note of him singing and you praised him so much, he got SUPER flustered. he still goes back to that conversation to giggle sometimes 🤭!

⋆ never lyric prank him ever, cause half the time it won't work... he knows the songs, m'kay?

⋆ other half, he's just too much of a sweetheart to ignore you descending into madness. he will immediately call you to make sure you're alright. don't make him suffer

⋆ you guys send each other cute animal videos back and forth

⋆ sometimes, things get rather spicy over texts 👀 he doesn't look it but you'd be pleasantly surprised over this side of his.

⋆ he's a huge, HUGE tease

⋆ if you entertain the conversation long enough, a passionate night will follow per usual

Bonus

Ryusui

⋆ the first ever text he'd send you is "i want you"

⋆ straight up, no beating around the bush, no hello, hi, how are you, absolutely NOTHING!

⋆ you don't even know this man

⋆ but just as you hover your fingers over the phone screen to type back "who are you?", you'll find yourself kidnapped and taken straight to his mansion for a face to face chat 😐✊🏻

[breakindishesinaelevator]

FOUND YOU

Invincible & Blue Diamond!Reader

^^pov you nuzzling mark

(yes these will be put in parts)

these bbls killin yall 🥀🥀

i never really watched steven universe so ive been doing super duper research and hope i got the idea of her character right

and this might just be platonic rather than romantic idk

if theres any romance in this it might be cecil and/or nolan

1.5k words tho i might be a beast (/j 🥀)

fic under the cut :P

“Mark, there’s some kind of giant that’s causing tsunamis, hurricanes, and some real fucked up storms up on the west coast. It’s also abducting people at random! I need you to go and settle this immediately! Before more lives are lost and more people go missing!”

Cecil’s voice cuts out from the comm in Mark’s ear. Mark sighed, he was enjoying his time chatting and having a nice barbecue with his friends. Rolling his shoulders and stretching out his limbs, Mark stands, preparing himself for what could be a possible fight.

“Well! See you guys later, I guess.”

Mark makes a move to walk away from the group before Eve speaks up.

“Another mission from Cecil? God, he can’t give you a break, can he? I mean, you just got back from those two bank robbers who do the same shit every week. What is it now?”

Putting her hand on her hip, Eve is very unhappy with how Cecil is overworking Mark. She stepped away from the team to do her things to help the world and stop being badgered around by the old fart. Why couldn’t Mark do the same? Sure, he needs to get his mind off of things after what happened with his dad, but he needs to know his limits…

“Some… giant on the west coast… Nothing big! Nothing I can’t handle. It’ll be quick! I’ll- I’ll be back for some more wings though!”

Mark’s expression goes from confident to a bit nervous. Yeah, he’s been in this hero business for about a year and a half, but giants were still a bit troublesome to him. Preparing to take off soaring into the sky, he stops after Rex speaks up.

“Hey, man! Why don’t we come and help!”

“Oh- no that’s not- you don’t have to…”

Rex gets up, a big stupid grin on his face. Placing his hands on his civilian clothes, he explodes them into his hero suit.

“If the giant is nothing big then we could come with and wrap things up quickly and have a long time needed beach vacation! We could beat that giant and tan in the sand afterward! And if Cecil needs the Guardians, then fuck him! He can have Samson and Immortal help him out!”

Monster Girl giggles, getting up along with Rudy. Rae smiles, standing up as well, and placing her hands on her hips.

“That’s not a bad idea. I’m so down for a beach day!”

“Then it’s settled! Robot! Fire up your little doohickey and let’s go take down a giant!”

The others exclaim in agreement and preparing for the trip over to California, Mark smiles warmly. He is so happy to have some hero friends like them. Even if they’ve had their arguments and scuffles from time to time (mostly from Rex), he’s still grateful to have allies and friends with them.

————————————————————————

Sighing, you look down at the tiny humans running rampant. Scanning everyone as much as you could, one caught your eye. Is that who you’re looking for? Reaching your hand out, you grab the human’s arm, dragging him up towards you.

The human screams out in pain as his shoulder dislocates from your handling. Dangling him in front of your hooded face, he looked close to who you were looking for. Mustache and seemingly young. It has to be him. It has to be Nolan. He’s probably the closest one you’ve found so far, along with the other 34 humans you’ve caught.

Humming, you move to put him in the bubble you have trailing behind you. A bubble that contains the aforementioned other 34 humans you’ve taken. The bubble wasn’t super uncomfortable for them— it contained little rock formations you found, along with fruits and fountains that could prove useful to them ever if they needed it.

Before you could place him in the bubble, you hear a whizzing sound, then boom! The human is gone!

“Wh-what?”

Flipping around, you search for him, before locking eyes on some pink figure floating a couple of yards in front of you. The same pink figure is holding your human.

You reach out to take him back from the random figure before the pink figure begins to fly towards the shore. Panicking a bit, you move through the ocean and follow her.

“Give him back!”

Now being closer to shore, you’re also closer to the flying pink thing. Reaching out once more, you flinch back as some sort of projectile hits your hand, blowing up on impact.

Whipping over to see what that was, you see a bunch of humans on, what looks to be a flying rubbish contraption, another projectile is thrown at you. The human throwing them laughing maniacally, obviously getting a kick out of hitting you with the explosives.

Grunting and getting annoyed very quickly, you watch the contraption fly around you. A robot on the contraption begins shooting beams at you, not like it was doing anything to you, just irritating you more. And as if those things weren’t annoying enough, some green ogre thing jumped off and gave you a mean left hook to the face before landing back on the contraption.

“Grrngh- enough!”

Swatting the contraption out of the air, the humans (and robot) rush off of it in order not to get injured. You reach out to grab them but then, the pink thing comes back, wrapping some kind of pink rope around you. Struggling to move, you get ready to break out of it before another flying being, this time a male, comes at you with a right hook. The force of it knocks you down completely. You gasp, knowing only one being who had that kind of strength.

Now down on the ground, bound by the pink bonds from the pink figure, you look up at what brought you down.

“Nolan?”

Gasping heavily, a blue aura comes from your body in waves, causing the ocean to stir and also causing the heroes in front of you to weep profusely. Tears coming down your face as well.

With Eve now feeling immense sadness, her powers begin to weaken. She looks to the others as they’re now groveling in the sand sobbing. Even Rex! She looks out to the coastline and sees the waves crashing into each other and coming to the shore in big waves. Gasping and looking back to Mark, she sees him staggering in the air, feeling the effects of the giant woman’s power as well. Not as much as them though, due to his Viltrumite genes.

Before the waves could sweep up her and the team and possibly drown them, she used the last of her strength to gather the team and fly them out of the giant’s range so they could recuperate.

“Mark! W-we’ll come back-! Urgh-!”

Mark nods to her in acknowledgment and understanding and Eve takes off with the team. Seeing that they’re gone, Mark flings himself at you, hoping that another few punches would make you stop inflicting this feeling on him and any possible person within a 30-mile radius.

Getting closer and closer to you, he reels his hand back mustering whatever strength he could into his fist. He is stopped though, your hands immediately clasping around him, bringing him closer to your face. Your hood coming down, Mark could see your face in full clarity and the giant tears that were treading from your eyes. You were… ethereal…

“Nolan! I finally have you back!”

Through your tears, you smile greatly, your aura intensifying and your waves getting bigger. Mark looks at you in confusion, his head tilting.

“What?”

Bringing him closer to your face, you nuzzle your cheek against him. Your ginormous tears almost drowning him, he sputters trying to find air. You pull him away from your face a little, fully taking in his appearance before gasping.

“You look worse than ever! In what universe could that possibly be fine?!”

Now bellowing loudly, you crunch over on your knees, sobbing.

“I’ve waited thousands of years for you to come back… Now look at you… Weak… Frail… How can you come back to Homeworld looking like this?”

Oh… The giant woman thinks Mark is his father. …Awkward. Mark squirms uncomfortably. You’re a bit calmer now though. Your saddening aura lessening substantially. The tears on Mark’s face slow down but yours still go. Mark’s vision beginning to clear up, and he finally got a good enough look at you. Long hair, long lashes, blue skin, curvy. Damn. He quickly tried to speak about the moment on hand. The unnatural disasters and the abducted people. But, the only thing on his mind right now is how you know his father and what your relations are with him.

“Uh- The- Where’s-? I’m not- Well- I don’t-“

You place a giant finger on his lips, shushing him.

“No, no. Don’t speak. You must save your voice and energy for the trial.”

“Trial? What trial?”

“Why, yours, of course.”

What. What’d his father do this time?!

[mstase]

🏴 ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS 2

natives with pluto in the 12th house have the ability to seem like everything is alright, even though they are probably going through the lowest point in their lives. they come off all calm and collected on the surface, but underneath, there’s a whole world of intense emotions and unresolved trauma going on.

saturn square ascendant natives may feel compelled to limit their self-expression (this usually results in their rising sign qualities being hindered). this tendency often stems from childhood experiences of having strict rules and limitations imposed upon them, possibly by parents or authority figures who viewed their spontaneous behavior as “immature.” they were constantly shushed, which caused them to be highly cautious about how they present themselves to others, often wearing a cold, serious face, but deep down they hide their fun, childlike nature in fear of being criticized. 🎭

natives with pluto in the 7th house tend to become suspicious when others get too close to them. often times, these people think others always harbor motives against them or are taking advantage of them. this mindset often stems from past close relationships, whether romantic or platonic, where they felt controlled and used. as a result, they develop a desire for control in relationships, asserting power to avoid being dominated.

mercury-pluto people have no filter at all. very blunt and direct; their words may unsettle others. they can come across as judgmental or too critical due to their honesty, which can sometimes lead them into arguments. these people can smell lies from far away 🔍

sun conjunct neptune / 12th house suns 🤝 no father figure, weak father figure, an unreliable father, father with addictions, abusive father, father living away

lilith conjunct pluto natives carry intense and buried emotions that can explode when they sense someone trying to exert power or dominance over them. they value their independence greatly and have a tendency to react aggressively when they feel their freedom is threatened. these people are acutely aware of their own inner dark qualities and can also recognize such aspects in others. besides these, they tend to notice and are deeply affected by the injustice and oppression happening in their surroundings.

saturn in the 2nd house natives might feel compelled to consistently share or surrender possessions, resulting in a sense of lacking or deprivation. this behavior may have roots in parental actions, such as taking away their belongings and not buying them things. this early pattern affected their self-esteem, leading to the belief that they’d never attain good things in life.

moon-mars people are so expressive. they never seem to keep quiet because their emotions are intense and tend to overflow spontaneously, making it difficult for them to conceal their feelings. these individuals may become easily angered or irritated, showing emotional impatience, and even small things can have a noticeable impact on their mood.

sun square moon natives could be prone to procrastination. they often want to do something in their head but feel emotionally resistant or unmotivated to do so.

gemini rising people are great at handling many tasks at once because they naturally adapt well. their tendency to get bored quickly and try out various pursuits highlights their dynamic and always-curious personalities. it’s common to observe them constantly shifting between different hobbies and interests. they are also able to hold many things at once. 🧺

pluto in the 3rd house natives are the type to know things they shouldn’t know. they might have started swearing early, or at least heard and learned those words sooner than most. this is because of their receptiveness to their surroundings, which causes them to pick up things faster and, more often, darker things. they tend to obsessively ask questions, constantly wanting to know why and how things work. because their thoughts are so intense and deep, others might have teased them or found them a bit odd or weird, which inclined them to keep certain things to themselves.

uranus in the 12th house individuals may be inclined to keep their hobbies and interests private. they might feel that their hobbies are unconventional or “weird” by societal standards, leading them to be discreet about sharing them. others might be surprised when they discover these hidden interests because they may not align with what the individual shows.

[ruruumin]

on campus transportation!

₊˚ ᗢ blue lock! various x gn! reader.

⤷ how isagi, bachira, rin, shidou, and kaiser (separate) would get around campus.

yoichi isagi: traditional bike

his mom and dad bought his bike and he’s been using it since he was in middle school (you might even say its his first love).

is always worried about whether or not someone will steal his bike so he has to put multiple bike locks on it. one time, when you attended a lock picking session by acm, you pranked him by sneaking his keys and his unlocking his bike lock, before coming back up with his lock in hand to scare him into thinking you learned to unlock his bike.

he has a little basket in the front to put his backpack on it, sometimes he hangs little charms or keychains given to him by you and it makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees it swing. 

kind of a menace in the bike lane, he tries to be as kind as possible but when people walk all over him it can get him riled up. he almost hit a girl with his bike because she was standing in the middle of the bike lane talking on the phone.

he’s the safest person to ride with though! when you’re sitting close to him on the back of his bike, he’s on his best behavior on the road. if you have a class across campus that you need to get to, know that he will always be there on time to pick you up and drop you off. you might as well rate him 5 stars on uber because thats how good he is. 

meguru bachira: electric scooter

he’s too eager to turn and weave through traffic. he’s good at it but it scares you because of how fast it all happens, and how casual he is about it at the end. you’ve seen a ton of horror stories about people getting ran through by a scooter and every day you pray it wasn’t bachira riding it (it usually is).

sometimes he forgets to lock his scooter and he ends up finding it a few meters from where he originally parked it (someone tried to steal it but ran off the moment he came back). he is too excited whenever he sees you walking by, so he’d ditch his ride and immediately hug you)

he is the first person to suggest riding together (do not do this) because he thinks it’ll be cute and fun (DO NOT DO THIS). you have to wrap your arms tightly around him because sometimes he is hitting 19 mph on a public street and you’re afraid he’s going to crash into something.

he’s honestly the most talked about person on reddit because he is almost always about to hit someone while traveling through the bike lane (or any form of road) on campus. like someone should make a sign warning everyone there is a menace on the streets with black and yellow hair.

#1 doordash person, if you need anything to eat on campus he will come over with his little scooter and a takeout bag. there is no limit to the distance! if you want to get burgers on the other side of campus, he will be making it there and back in 15 minutes. he always brings his charger to campus because he knows he will be using up his battery a lot.

rin itoshi: traditional skateboard

picked up skateboarding only because he saw his older brother do it. 

relatively careful on public roads. he weaves in and out of crowds but knows when its time to dismount and start walking (this goes out the window once he sees shidou as the two frequently get into arguments in the bike lane, sometimes he purposely goes slower just to piss him off or try to outspeed him).

he gets easily annoyed when people are walking through the bike lanes, in his mind, the sidewalks were already unfriendly to him, so getting up in his business would immediately put him in a bad mood. he has the look in his eyes where it screams “i’m exploding you with my mind right now.” 

props his board against the wall or underneath his seat whenever he’s in class. since he frequently sits in the back or closest to an exit, he doesn’t worry about anyone tripping over his things.

he doesn’t have any decals or vinyls on his board. it’s relatively plain if not for the stickers you buy him. its so funny seeing the nonchalant, serious rin in line for coffee, holding a skateboard covered in pink and green flower stickers, curtsey of you.

as much as he is tempted to get one of the electric skateboards to make going uphill a hell of a lot easier, he constantly compares himself to sae, and would rather die than admit he’s a worse skater than him (he also doesn’t want to admit to shidou he wants an electric skateboard).

shidou ryusei : electric skateboard

he dislikes traditional skateboards because they don’t make his heart “explode” like electric ones. in his mind, he wants something faster and stronger, and getting an electric board makes the most sense to him. and while he is still able to ride his skateboard like a normal one, he loves the thrill of going fast on the street.

he is 100% throwing insults at rin whenever he is passing him on campus roads. do not be surprised if you see him holding up middle fingers because he was born to piss off the younger itoshi. when the two are on the bike lane he is always shouting for rin’s (his opinion, slow) ass to hurry up the hill.

this guy is drifting and weaving all over the place but his favorite thing to do is going downhill on a long strip. he loves the wind in his hair and seeing his surroundings become one colorful, blurry mess. on his freetime, he likes to aimlessly skate around campus (sometimes he will check your location and randomly show up after your class is over to greet you)

as much as he wants you to ride on his back while hes on his skateboard, he knows better. instead, he’ll sit on top of it, and let you use the remote as some kind of rc car and pull him around. it kills you inside every time you accidentally pull too fast on the gear and it sends him flying off backwards. 

he’s actually quite polite on the bike lanes. although it bores him a little to see how slow everyone is going, he can respect the way of the road (its also because if he doesn’t, he might actually get hit by a car. one time, when he was getting ready to skate across pedestrian crossing, a car almost crashed into him.) 

michael kaiser: electric bike

this is the closest he can get to a motorcycle on campus.

definitely thinks he is the hottest guy whenever he is riding his bike (this is immediately shot down by isagi who gives him a little jab for not being strong enough to go uphill without a motor ;; these two have rivalry on the bike lane & its literally so funny seeing it in person)

he is relatively respectful on the road, he occasionally cusses people out in german if they aren’t going the right way or if they’re blocking his path so that is something to note whenever you’re with him 

he is still unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable with touching, but won’t fight back if you wrap your arms around his waist when you’re riding together with him. he’s a blushing red mess and tries to hide it with his helmet. 

getting around campus can be a little annoying because people are always clumped together on roads, but he has learned some secret pathways that let him get to class 10 times faster (he’s the type of guy who’d tell you “i know a spot”)

[gilbertscurls]

things my ex did… and i still stayed — sturniolo triplets

"Okay," you said, steadying the camera on the dashboard as Matt pulled the car into park. "This is either going to be the best or the worst idea we've ever had."

"That's literally every idea we have," Nick pointed out from the backseat, smirking.

Chris leaned over the console, squinting at your phone. "Explain it again?"

You laughed. "Basically, I list insane things my ex-boyfriend did, and you guys react. It's that trend where people are like, ‘He cheated on me five times and I still stayed.’ You know?"

Nick’s eyes lit up. "OHHHHH. I’ve seen that. This is gonna be horrific."

Matt twisted in his seat to look at you, eyebrows raised. "Wait. So we’re gonna find out, like, real stuff your ex did?"

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but a small, evil grin was already creeping onto your face. "Very real."

Chris clapped his hands together. "Let's ruin my night. Let's go."

You pressed record, and the chaos began.

"First one," you said, glancing down at your phone. "He said, 'I don't think it's cheating if it's in another area code.'"

Dead. Silence.

Chris screamed. Actually screamed.

"HE THOUGHT CHEATING HAD A ZIP CODE LIMIT?!"

Nick looked genuinely bewildered. "Is he under the impression a relationship is like… Amazon Prime?"

Matt closed his eyes slowly. "I'm about to pray. I’m actually about to get on my knees and PRAY."

You covered your mouth, trying not to howl with laughter.

"He said it was ‘technically a different country’ because he was close to the border," you added.

Chris slammed his fist on the dashboard. "TECHNICALLY A DIFFERENT COUNTRY?! TECHNICALLY A DIFFERENT IDIOT."

Nick pointed violently at the camera. "Girls, if he starts explaining geography when you ask about loyalty? RUN."

You giggled and scrolled through your notes. "Next one. He said he couldn't hang out with me because he was 'too busy'... and then went live on TikTok at his friend's house."

The car went dead silent for a full second before exploding.

"BRO." Nick shouted. "INTERNET. PUBLIC. WITNESSES."

Chris was shaking his head so hard you thought it might fall off. "That’s rookie behavior. I would’ve— no, actually, no words. I'm speechless."

Matt looked personally betrayed. "And you still stayed?"

You held up a finger. "I liked him."

Chris pointed accusingly. "No you liked potential. That’s different."

Nick snorted. "You liked the idea of him."

"Okay, okay," you gasped out between laughs. "Next one."

You scrolled to the next note. "One time... he said, ‘I don’t believe in foreplay. That’s for weak men.’"

The car exploded.

Chris physically gagged. "WEAK MEN?! BRO, FOREPLAY IS A HUMAN RIGHT."

Nick was banging his head on the backseat, absolutely losing it. "No wonder he's your ex."

Matt looked like he was about to break the steering wheel in half. "Foreplay is not OPTIONAL. What the hell is he doing, showing up like a damn microwaved hot pocket and expecting five stars?"

You were crying laughing now.

Chris was shouting. "Foreplay IS THE MEAL. YOU CAN'T JUST SERVE SOMEONE ICE CUBES AND CALL IT DINNER."

Matt leaned over to you, dead serious. "Y/N. I don't even care what the next one is. I need you to understand something: you deserve someone who treats your body like art, not a fucking speedrun challenge."

Nick nodded solemnly. "Facts. If he’s not obsessed with every inch of you, he’s not him."

You hid your face in your hands, laughing so hard it hurt.

"One more?" you asked, wiping tears.

"ABSOLUTELY," Chris said, hyped.

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. "Okay. He said he wouldn’t post me on socials because — and I quote — 'having a girlfriend ruins the vibe of my brand.'"

Nick’s head snapped around so fast you thought he might’ve pulled something.

Matt sat up straighter. "What brand?"

Chris was practically vibrating. "WHAT BRAND?! Is he selling emotional damage? Broken promises dot com?!"

Nick shook his head aggressively. "That’s not a brand. That’s a cry for help."

Matt leaned closer, voice low and dangerous. "I would’ve posted you every damn day. Instagram, TikTok, LinkedIn — hell, I would’ve taken out a billboard."

Chris pointed dramatically. "I’d tattoo your @ on my forehead."

Nick grinned, mischievous. "I'd make our couple pics my bank card background."

The three of them looked dead serious.

You burst out laughing again, heart feeling like it might burst from how RIDICULOUSLY loved you felt right then.

You stopped recording, the car still buzzing with energy.

Matt turned toward you, his voice softer now. "Just so you know, if you ever date anyone again? He has to worship you. Like, minimum."

Chris nodded. "He’s gotta kiss the ground you walk on."

Nick grinned. "And if he doesn’t... we’ll handle it."

You raised an eyebrow. "Handle it?"

Chris smirked. "Just know we know a guy."

Matt winked. "And a shovel."

Nick leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, looking way too pleased. "We don't play."

You laughed until your stomach hurt, head falling against Matt’s shoulder as the triplets kept making death threats in your honor like it was the most normal thing in the world.

And honestly?

You didn’t mind staying here — with them — forever.

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[bamfkeeper]

SFW Headcannons: Kurt and his Bamfs

a/n: Obviously I love the bamfs, and I had to do some of these with them because I adore them and I want my own army of them, damnit. Depictions heavily taken from Nightcrawler (2014) comic series. Pretty hasty, just a fun little set of headcannons. I hope you enjoy <3

The bamfs were something you hadn't anticipated, there were so many and their origin was difficult to wrap your head around. Kurt tried to explain it, but you were distracted by the curious bamfs staring at you.

They were adorable, about a dozen? Maybe more? They all were curious, they looked at you with big, round eyes. They seemed so innocent, and you couldn't help but smile.

Kurt was skeptical, they usually weren't this well behaved. You adored these little guys, and welcomed them like a horde of puppies rushing to you. They all jumped on you and made cooing noises as they played, like actual puppies. They were so playful, you didn't understand why Kurt was confused.

That was until you realized that the bamfs were as mischievous as they were playful. They were little gremlins, slightly destructive, and they tended to get into trouble like toddlers.

The bamfs don't speak, but they make an array of noises. Coos, squeaks, hisses, trills, etc. They communicate mostly through noises you come to recognize and body language.

They were a handful, they would make messes and look guilty after. You wanted to scold them, but their big round eyes looked up and that guilt got to you. You forgave them of course, Kurt sometimes says you have to be a little more firm with them or they will always guilt trip you to get away with things.

You didn't care. They practically adopted you as their mama.

There are lots of them, but you always show them equal love and affection. They are pretty needy for it, and like feeling pampered in the way that you treat them.

The bamfs get jealous easy too.

They are protective of you, just like Kurt, and they won't hesitate to keep you safe the best they can. They hiss and the fur on their backs raise a little.

Don't be fooled by their small size, they are like blue darts, they are incredibly hard to fight if they attack.

Each one has their own personality. They are all playful and a handful of troublemakers, but each one has something that makes them unique. More sensitive, more artistic, more sneaky, etc.

You love sleeping now because you have a big nest full of small blue bamfs curling up against you. They're so fuzzy and warm, you hold as many as you can to your chest while they rest pile around you.

Some bamfs stay behind when Kurt goes away just to keep you company.

You really do love taking care of them, and Kurt loves to watch you love on the bamfs. He thinks it's endearing and sweet.

He doesn't understand how you seem to get the bamfs to do what you say. They listen to him, but normally he has to say something over and over before they decide to listen. With you, it's instantaneous. You ask them to calm down, they do. You ask them to stop fighting, they do. It boggles him how they just obey you so easily.

Part of him thinks they only obey you to annoy him even further, and that might be true, but they also care a lot about you and they want nothing but to see you happy.

Also these things can EAT. They consume so much food you think their little tummies are going to explode. They have a strong liking for popcorn and sweets, to which Kurt tries to limit because hyper bamfs are extremely difficult to deal with.

However, a dozen or so begging you with their eyes is so hard to say no to.

And thus, you have a house full of bamfs bouncing off the walls.

You have a lot of fun with the bamfs, they can be a bit overwhelming from time to time, but at the end of the day when you get into bed and they all come snuggling close to you, you know it's worth it.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover photo from Nightcrawler #1 (2014)

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

A man with nothing to offer in a dirty roadhouse

(Sam Winchester x female reader)

Summary You are driving down a country road, when suddenly the weather forces you to pull up to a roadhouse. Inside, you meet the archangel Gabriel, and he has some opinions on your relationship with Sam Winchester... CWs Gabriel being a smartass. Theatrics & illusions. Idiots in love. Teen. 5.4k words.

Sam Winchester masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

It's a funny thing, driving away from the man you love.

The road seems wider, darker, somehow. It doesn’t help that it’s raining so hard you’d think God himself was pissing down on you.

A little ways down the road you see the bright, warm lights of a roadhouse, but you’ve only been driving for an hour or so, and while you’re tired and slowly moving towards cranky, you’re worried that if you stop this close to him you’ll drive right back.

Just then, the rain intensifies, sheets so thick you can barely see anything at all, coming down. You go even slower but it’s like being stuck in a car wash, the drops so loud on the roof of the car you can barely hear yourself think, your sight so limited now that it’s a little scary. The only thing you can still see is the light of the roadhouse.

You sigh, and change lanes. You’re not getting anywhere at this snail’s pace and you’d rather take a break, despite the risky proximity, than end up in a ditch.

The parking lot’s pretty full but you find a spot right in front of the house, so that when you get out of the car you are mostly covered by the porch roof. Still, you do get a little wet when you jog up the stairs, because the rain is spraying everywhere. You’re shaking drops of rain off yourself as you push through the door, and it’s like stepping into another world.

There’s thrumming country music being performed by a band, which is a little surprising, but then maybe this place attracts enough locals and travelers to warrant live music. Inside it’s all yellow light and warmth and you immediately feel so much more comfortable than you did in your car. Waitresses are rushing back and forth and there’s the low roar of chatter.

Fine, you think, there’s worse places to wait out the rain. That is hoping the rain actually stops at some point tonight.

You walk up to the bar, sit on one of the stools, upholstered with a velvety red pillow. The bartender’s a little older, big as a tree, long hair, a thick beard, but he looks nice, like a teddy, rather than intimidating.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” he says, throwing the rag he was holding over his shoulder. You think for a second.

“Whatever beer you have on tap,” you finally say, and the big guy nods, walks away.

You look around for a second. At the groups of people sitting at the tables, laughing, clinking glasses. Your eyes fall on a couple at one table, a young man and woman. She looks a little bit like you, similar hair, similar clothes, and he’s lanky, brown hair, all knees and elbows.

You press your lips together. He reminds you of Sam. Of Sam when you first met him.

You sigh, look back at the bar, shake your head a little. God, you already miss him. You saw him only a couple of hours ago, but you miss him so damn much.

You think of him now, indulge yourself a little, even though you strictly told yourself you wouldn’t. Think of the feelings he causes in you, the obvious, clear, no-nonsense way with which he loves you. Think of every single argument, every single issue you’ve faced.

Your eyes roam over the bar while you think, and something drags you out of your thoughts, makes you frown. Where usually there would be a bowl of peanuts for patrons to dip their hand into, there is a bowl of…jellybeans?

Tilting your head, you reach for it, pick one out. It’s definitely a jellybean, and it might be the strangest bar snack you’ve ever seen, but when you pop it into your mouth the sweetness of it explodes on your tongue. Not too bad, you think.

Just then, tall’n’hairy comes back with your drink, puts it down in front of you. You pull out your wallet, but he raises his hand.

“On the house,” he says and you frown at him. He gives a bit of a shy smile at your look, then adds: “No offense, but you look like you might need it.” For a second you wonder if you should be offended, but the truth is, you probably do look like you need it. So instead you close your mouth, bite back whatever you wanted to say, because for once your brain is a little quicker than your mouth.

“Thank you,” you say, “that’s very kind.” He nods at you, and then he walks off. You pick up the beer, take a sip. It’s delicious. There’s notes of citrus and honey in it and even though it’s cold it almost feels like it warms you from the inside.

“That looks good, mind if I join you?” you hear a voice behind you. You turn, and the man standing behind you might be one of the most handsome ones you’ve ever seen. He’s on that perfect spot on the spectrum between rugged and pretty, there’s one more button opened on his shirt than probably necessary and he’s got the shoulders and the arms and the hands and the everything. He looks like he fell out of an outdoor lifestyle magazine, one of the ones with glossy pages.

“Uuh,” you say, eloquently, and he seems to take that as a yes, sits down on the stool next to you.

“I just couldn’t help but notice you when you walked in,” he says, and you think he has a hint of an accent, something exotic and smooth. “You are quite mesmerizing.” You feel your eyebrows rising so high that you’re pretty sure they’re about to disappear into your hairline.

“Right,” you say, unsure what else there is to say.

“You walked in with such determination,” he continues, bright eyes staring into yours. “I thought you must be some kind of goddess who accidentally made her way here.” Now you’re genuinely not sure what to say, because that is a lot.

“Uhm, thanks,” you say. “That’s really… that’s really nice of you to say.” He nods and then without warning he extends his hand, takes yours, holds it between you two.

“I don’t normally do this,” he says, his gaze never dropping from you. “But would you maybe like to share my bed tonight?” Your mouth drops open.

“Share your…bed…?” you repeat and he nods.

“I must warn you, though,” he says. “I never rest until my partner has been pleasured so immeasurably, they no longer know their own name.” You pull your hand back then.

“Okay,” you say, because this guy is seriously starting to weird you out. “That’s real, uhm, nice and all, but I’m really not interested.” Model guy tilts his head.

“Are you sure?” he says. You nod.

“Yes,” you say,” very sure." He shrugs.

“That is a shame,” he says, and then he turns around, as if he’s looking at someone standing behind him, and he says: “The mortal’s not interested.”

A hearty what the hell is going on is about to leave you but then the guy turns just far enough for him to reveal another man standing there. He’s a good deal shorter than the six-foot-whatever hunk in front of you and he’s got a broad, shit-eating grin on his face. Of course, how did you not figure this out? The sweet beer, the jellybeans, the mysterious apparition that just tried to bump uglies with you. You put one elbow on the bar.

“What the hell, Gabriel?” you say, as the archangel saunters up to you. He pats hunky boy on the shoulder just as he’s getting off the stool.

“Don’t take it personally, buddy,” he says and big handsome throws you another look before he starts to walk towards the front door. “She’s got weird taste, is all.” You watch as Gabriel takes the place in front of you, unsure what to say.

“What?” he says when he notices you looking at him. “You looked sad as a drowned puppy when you walked in here, I thought you might appreciate a little bit of distraction.” You shake your head.

“He’s distracting, alright,” you mutter under your breath.

Gabriel shrugs. “Guess the Norse god of thunder would be.” You do a double take.

“You mean…Thor?” you ask, unbelieving. Gabriel nods.

“He helped a little with the rain situation outside,” he admits. “Not that I need help with that, but it was nice of him to offer.” You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.

“What do you mean, rain situation?” you ask. “And what the hell are you doing here? Together with Thor?” Gabriel shrugs, reaches into the bowl of jellybeans, pops a few into his mouth.

“I was hanging out in the area,” he explains, “and I saw you coming down the highway, and I thought you looked like you could do with a nice break.” You chuckle drily.

“Great,” you say, “you’re the second person to tell me that today.” Gabriel shrugs, grabs another few jellybeans.

“I just felt a little bad,” he replies, almost sweetly. “Thought maybe taking a ride on the lightning boy might cheer you up. By the way, he wasn’t lying about that forgetting-your-name thing. I can call him back, if you want.” You huff, raise both hands.

“I’m good, really,” you say. Gabriel nods, and suddenly he seems a little more serious. He reaches towards the bar and picks up a glass that wasn’t there a second ago, filled with the same amber liquid you got.

“Sooo…” Gabriel says, takes a sip and puts the glass back down. “What’s a girl like you doing out here?” You frown at him.

“I’m just,” you start, unsure what to answer. “Just driving.” Gabriel raises his eyebrows.

“That why there’s a hastily packed duffel in your trunk?” he asks and your mouth drops open.

“Don’t look at my trunk, okay?” you say, sounding offended. “My trunk is none of your business.” Gabriel chuckles.

“So,” he continues. “You running away from something or towards something?”

“What do you care?” you ask, voice challenging. Gabriel takes another sip of his drink.

“Because you look like somebody drowned your pet guinea pig,” he responds, equally challenging. “So what happened? One of the Winchesters die again?” You shake your head.

“No,” you say, voice small, “no, they’re fine.”

“And you?” he asks. “Are you driving through the night, breaking every single speed limit, because you’re fine?” You frown at the ground.

"Ah," Gabriel says then. “Trouble with the boyfriend?” Your eyes shoot up to his face.

“It’s not—” you start, but you’re unsure what to say. Your hands are in your lap and you notice you are fidgeting, before you settle on: “It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure it is,” Gabriel responds. You’re biting your lip.

“Why do you care, anyway?” you ask. Gabriel takes another sip, draining his glass and it fills up again the second he puts it down on the bar. Nobody but you seems to notice, or care.

“Because as so many others who should be much smarter, I too have a soft spot for the Winchesters and their ilk,” he responds. “I thought that was obvious.” You purse your lips, pick at your fingernail.

“Sam and you break up?” Gabriel finally asks and you can’t help the tears that shoot into your eyes. You grab your drink in the hope that Gabriel won’t notice, but you’re pretty sure you’re not gonna put one over on a damn archangel.

“We weren’t even dating, so we can’t break up,” you say and take a quick sip. Gabriel snorts.

“You’ve saved the world together,” he says, his voice unbelieving. “Fought side by side, accepted inevitable death and lived to tell the tale.” He raises his eyebrows. “I think dating doesn’t quite cover it, huh?”

And yes, he’s right, and you hate that he is. Just because you and Sam never gave the thing between you a name, doesn’t make it any less significant. The fights, the deaths, the Winchester of it all. It feels much more significant than that, but also harder to grasp.

“I don’t know,” you mutter, because thinking of Sam makes it feel like your heart is bursting, bursting with love and pain.

“I think you do know,” Gabriel says, “but maybe you need a reminder.”

He turns where he’s sitting, and suddenly the lights dim. You’re about ready to grab something to start swinging, when you see the young couple you saw earlier, the one that reminded you of you and Sam, get up and walk into the middle of the room, a white cone of light that you have no idea where it’s coming from illuminating them. The band stops playing and then picks up again immediately, but instead of the quick country music it’s now a soft melody.

Fake-Sam and fake-you are standing so that she is facing away from him, and then she suddenly spins around, swings at him, and you know immediately what this is.

“Woah!” fake-Sam says, blocking the punch.

“Thought you could sneak up on me?” fake-you says, taking another swing, blocked again.

“I’m not one of them!” fake-Sam says and you can remember real-Sam’s face when he said that, like it was yesterday. The surprise on his pretty features.

“My name is Sam Winchester,” he said. “Bobby sent me to help you.”

Fake-you drops her hands, but not her shoulders, which is so typical for you as to almost be insulting. Instead, she surveys fake-Sam from head to toe.

“Winchester, huh?” she says and you recognize your own attempt at sounding unimpressed by meeting one of the famed hunters. The melody the band is playing changes a little then, and the two of them suddenly rush over to the bar, where you notice no-one else is sitting anymore. Actually, now that you’re paying attention to it, it seems that it’s just you, Gabriel, the band and the two doppelgangers in the whole room now, but it’s dark, so it’s hard to tell. They both have glasses in front of them and fake-you is raising hers.

“To a successful hunt,” she says and fake-Sam raises his too, clinks it against yours, well, fake-yours, but the line feels blurry because you remember this moment so well. Remember how Sam looked in that soft bar lighting, remember that pull deep in you that your panicked, commitment-phobic brain told you was simply attraction but that you already knew then was so much more than that.

They both take a sip from their drink, looking deep into each other’s eyes, and then they put the glasses down and rush back into the middle of the room, light cone following them. They’re standing close to each other now, fake-Sam’s hands on your elbows, your hands flat on his chest, starting up into his eyes, the eyes that look like they have a whole galaxy hidden away in them.

“I was so worried,” fake-Sam says, voice low and intense in imitation of the real deal.

“I thought…” he says but fake-you shushes him.

“I’m tougher than I look,” she says, and it breaks your heart a little how true and untrue that is at the same time. How Sam was the only one to ever understand how both of these things were real. His hand goes to your face, the thumb barely touching the skin on your cheek.

“I just…” he says, carefully. “I can’t even think about…losing you. It terrifies me.” Fake-you leans into the touch and you still remember so well what that feels like, Sam’s warm big hand there to hold you, shield you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, and it’s obviously a lie, but you meant it when you said it. The two look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds longer, and then they both lean in, lips touching as gently and carefully as if they’re two hurt animals that haven’t yet learned that not every hand reaching out to them doesn’t want to strangle them.

The lights go up again, as if it’s the end of a movie, and you need to swallow hard. Gabriel, who has been watching, turns back to you. The couple walk back to their table as if nothing happened, and suddenly the room is filled with people again, the chatter is back and the band is playing something more life-affirming again. You sniffle.

“Is anything here real?” you ask Gabriel. He clicks his tongue.

“Real schmeal,” he says and then he points a finger gun at your glass.

“Another round?” he asks, and you nod. Might as well.

You’re halfway done with your second glass, before Gabriel speaks again. The drink is delicious but you’re pretty sure it’s not getting you drunk, just causing a nice little tickle in your fingertips, but your head feels clear.

“So what happened with the little guy?” Gabriel asks. You put your glass down, run your fingers along the rim.

“What always happens when someone’s too proud to admit what they’re really feeling,” you answer, look over at Gabriel. He frowns.

“Sam’s too proud?” he asks. “He doesn’t seem very proud at all.”

“Me, Gabriel,” you clarify. “I’m too proud.”

“Oh,” Gabriel replies, nodding slowly. “And where’s that gotten you?” You incline your head, give him an annoyed look.

“Is there a point to all this?” you ask. “This place, the little Broadway number, you and me talking about…feelings?” Gabriel chuckles.

“Why does there need to be a point to it?” he asks. “Can’t it just be two people connecting?” You chuckle.

“Except you’re not people,” you note.

“Ouch,” Gabriel says, hand going over his heart. “Easy on the expletives there, munchkin.”

“Believe me,” you say, “it’s not as great as it sounds.”

“Has it perks, though, don’t you think?” Gabriel asks, a self-satisfied smile on his lips. “The drama that mortality brings, the culture. The sweaty, passionate sex.” He wriggles his eyebrows at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“The disappointments,” you continue his list. “The trying hard and still failing.”

“Jeez,” Gabriel sighs. “You’re in a dark spot, huh?” You shake your head and there’s those annoying tears in your eyes again. You’re quiet for a minute, making sure your voice is steady before you answer.

“I’ve loved Sam Winchester for years,” you finally say, finger back on the rim of your glass, making slow circles. “And I’m too damn proud to admit it, admit that I need him, because if I need him and I admit that, then the universe will hear it and take him away from me. Again.”

And you can’t think about that last part without your throat closing up. You’ve watched Sam die before, and although you got him back, you don’t think you could ever go through that again. You’re pretty sure you would just die right along with him. It’s a tough job, loving a Winchester.

“And you think if you’re away form him that’s gonna change?” Gabriel asks and you look at him. His voice is softer, almost gentle now.

“Eventually, maybe,” you respond, wiping at your eye, trying to pretend you’re just scratching yourself but you’re pretty sure you can’t fool the magical being in front of you.

“Uhm, spoiler alert,” Gabriel says. “Not how it works.”

“So what do I do?” you snap at him. “I go all in, I go be with Sam, open all the way up and then he’s just taken from me?” One single, annoying tear escapes you, and you angrily wipe at it.

“Well, yeah,” Gabriel replies. “That’s what loving someone’s all about.” You scoff, but you hate that somewhere deep down you know he’s right. Hate that you know there’s no half-assing with this, which is why you are leaving in the first place. Because going the other extreme is too damn scary.

“Sweetheart,” Gabriel says, and his voice is now reasonable and calm. “I’m old, okay?” You blink, confused by his words.

“You don’t look old,” you reply, because you don’t know what else to say. Gabriel chuckles.

“Wasn’t fishing for compliments,” he replies, “but I appreciate it.”

He shuffles in his seat a little, turning serious again. “What I mean is, I’ve been around for a long time. I’m older than the mountains, older than the sea. Hell, I knew what the sky looked like without any stars in it. And you wanna know what the one thing I learned in all that time is?”

He looks at you intently and you chew the inside of your lip.

“What did you learn?” you finally ask.

“Life,” Gabriel replies, looking into your eyes and holding your gaze. “Is too damn short.”

You take a slow, shuddering breath through your nose.

“You’re gonna get hurt anyway,” Gabriel continues. “There is no avoiding it, no escaping it. A good amount of your silly little human life is going to be filled with pain.” Your instinct is to say gee, thanks but you have a feeling he is going somewhere with this, so you don’t.

“So when something good comes along,” Gabriel continues, still intently looking at you. “Say, like a tall, handsome man with a heart of gold who’s crazy about you?” You have to smile a little at that.

“You better grab it by the horns,” Gabriel is wrapping up. “And hold on for dear life because that, pumpkin, that is what it’s all about in the end.” You blink, hold Gabriel’s gaze.

“Love,” he says and you’re pretty sure you can see his eyes shining. “Love is the only thing that matters in this dank, smelly armpit that is life.” He closes his mouth, then turns to his drink, picks it up and takes a long sip.

“You’re a real poet, you know,” you mutter. Gabriel puts down his glass and has that smile on his face again, the one you know him with.

“I used to kick it with some ancient Greeks,” he replies, drains his glass and slams it down on the bar. “Well, they weren’t ancient then, but you know what I mean.” You chuckle, and then Gabriel is getting up.

“Hate to love you and leave you,” he says and then he snaps his finger. “But I’ve got a hot date with some river nymphs.”

As he lowers his hand, the room around you changes, the music, and the people disappear. The lights are suddenly less warm, buzzing where the electric grid isn't reliable, and the entire room looks like no one has stepped a foot in it for a good long while. There’s grimy blankets over chairs put on top of tables, the bottles behind the bar are gone and the band, actually the entire stage area, is replaced with a dusty jukebox. You shake your head, just as the Sam and you lookalikes disappear into thin air.

“Quite the production”, you say and Gabriel grins at you.

“Don’t worry,” he says, snips again. Your beer disappears, a glass of whiskey with two large ice cubes appearing instead. “This one’s real. And it’s on the house.” With that, he starts walking past you, towards the door.

“Gabriel,” you say at the last minute and turn around to him. He does the same, looking at you expectantly.

“Thank you,” you say. Gabriel shrugs.

“We all need to tell our woes to a stranger at a bar sometimes,” he says. You smile a little.

“You’re not a stranger,” you say and a soft look goes over Gabriel’s features.

“See ya around, kid,” he says and then he turns and leaves. You look after him for a second, shaking your head unbelieving. Then you turn back to the bar, to your drink. You pick it up, take a sip. It’s just whiskey.

You sit there for a long time, thinking. You can’t land on what to do, so you just decide so sit, let what Gabriel said run through your head. Maybe he’s right. Maybe the only thing guaranteed is suffering, and the only difference you can make is how you fill the spaces in-between. You sigh, drain the last drops from your glass and stand up.

Just as you turn towards the door, it opens, and in walks Sam.

He looks around the large, empty room for a second before his eyes land on you. Surprise makes you stop in your tracks.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hey,” he says back, as he lets the door fall shut behind him.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, frowning.

“I was driving,” he says, not clarifying where to. “And suddenly the engine died. Barely made it onto the parking lot. And then my phone didn’t work so I thought I could call someone from in here.” You nod, a sneaking suspicion that this was no accident coming over you. But there’s one thing that’s not clear to you at all.

“Where were you going?” you ask. Sam looks confused. “You said you were driving, but where were you going?” Sam looks a little embarrassed suddenly.

“Uhm,” he says and shifts where he’s standing. “I was looking for you.”

Your heart does that thing where it’s suddenly in your throat and the breath you take is a little reluctant to reach your lungs. Without warning, the jukebox that replaced the band earlier comes to life. You flinch, and both you and Sam look that way. It plays a soft, twangy song you don’t know.

“Musical…ghosts?” Sam asks but you shake your head.

“Gabriel,” you say instead. Sam’s eyes widen.

“Gabriel’s here?” he asks.

“Was,” you reply. “He made me come in here by making it rain so hard I had to turn off the road, and I’m guessing something similar happened to your engine.” Sam nods slowly.

“Why would he do that?” he asks. You bite your lip.

“Because,” you say softly, “he thinks you and I should get our act together.”

You look at Sam’s face, and a host of emotion goes over it. He’s unable to hide it, as always. Every little thing is spelled out on his features, clear as day. He takes two steps towards you, then stops.

“What do you think?” he asks.

What do you think? You want nothing more than to cross the distance between you, bury your hands in Sam’s hair and kiss him so hard both of you bruise. You want to wrap him up in wool and put him somewhere no one can ever hurt him, kick the ass of anyone who dares to try. You want him to hold you, because there’s no place in the world as safe and wonderful as Sam Winchester’s arms. But the possibility of loss…

The fear of it tugs at you like a violent wind, threatens to throw you back and forth. You’ll never escape it, but maybe Gabriel’s right. Maybe that’s not the point. You walk towards Sam then, and in a way, it’s the easiest thing in the world. You stop right before him, only a handful of inches separating you, but that distance is filled with electricity.

“I think I’d like to be a little less scared,” you say, and even though it takes all your courage, it feels good to say it. It feels right. “And I think I’d like you to hold me and kind of sway to this song or whatever.”

A broad smile breaks over Sam’s face and you can’t help but grin back. His happiness is so often kept behind lock and key, but it’s downright infectious when it does show through. Sam reaches his hand out and it lands on your hip, and then he’s slowly pulling you towards him. Your hands go up to his shoulders and then you’re swaying, and it really is just that, nothing more, but it feels like so much more. The two of you just look at each other, neither of you saying something and you have the very strong urge to kiss him. You clear your throat instead.

“You know,” you say, “Thor tried to hook up with me earlier.” Sam frowns.

“Thor the… god of thunder?” You nod, like it’s not a big deal.

“Yeah,” you say, “friend of Gabriel’s apparently.”

“Right,” Sam replies, trying to sound unimpressed. “What stopped you?” You shrug.

“Not really my type,” you reply. “I like my men heroic and sweet and smart and full of self-doubt. That way when I tell them that they’re the best I’ve ever met and I’m an idiot for not sticking around, they get all soppy.”

You clear your throat again, feel yourself blush. Sam smiles a little, one of his arms going around your back.

“Soppy, huh?” he asks and you nod. Your hand goes to the collar of his shirt, playing with it a little so you don’t have to look at his face for the next thing you’re going to say.

“Gabriel said that pain and loss are about the only things that are sure in life,” you say, your fingers going over the soft fabric. “But what’s important is what we do with the rest of it. Paraphrasing a little.” Sam’s hand goes up to yours and covers it, squeezes it.

“And what do you want to do with the rest of it?” he asks, voice careful. You look up at him again and you think you understand what it must have been like for Gabriel to look at the sky without stars in it. Sam is towering over you, big and dark and so beautiful that is takes your breath away.

“Be with you, mostly,” you say, and your voice cracks. “That’s what I would like.” Sam has an expression on his face that’s half pain, half unbelieving.

“That’s all I want too,” he says and you nod.

“Yes, but I think…” you reply. “I think I’m ready to hear it now, Sam.”

Sam’s hand that’s not on yours goes to the side of your face, runs over your hair and ear and then scrunches the hair at your neck.

“Just be with me,” he says and you nod.

One tear and then another escapes you as you move closer, and so does Sam. He’s lightly guiding you with his hand in your hair and you have to stretch up on your toes a little and Sam has to angle his head far down but in a weird way, it’s like you were made for each other. When your lips meet, everything just makes sense. It always has. You don’t understand how you didn’t see that.

You’re interrupted when the music coming from the jukebox changes suddenly, a low bass-heavy song instead that’s all sex. You and Sam separate, both looking around with a confused expression, and then the light changes too, becomes low and red and when you look to where the bar was just a second ago, there’s a giant, round, rotating bed there instead. You start laughing and Sam gives an unbelieving chuckle.

“We’re good, Gabe,” you say into the room and just as quickly as it all appeared, it disappears again.

You look up at Sam, at his lopsided smile, dimple deep on one side. He catches your gaze and the look in his eyes is soft.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says, and you nod. He takes your hand and the two of you walk out. Just before the door shuts behind you, you turn around.

You could be wrong, but you’re pretty sure for a second you see Gabriel sitting at the far end of the room, a glass of champagne in his hand and three gorgeous young women with long hair giggling around him. You grin at him, and he raises his glass and then the door shuts and he’s gone.

There’s no rain anymore and Sam’s car starts without a problem. As you both drive off the, as you now see, completely empty parking lot, you can’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, it’s not all bad.

When you get back to the motel you escaped from only a few hours early, Sam holds you close, and together, you fill the next hours with all the good stuff.