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[preevelynn-blog]

ManyVids Interview

Tell us about your cult:

I am the High Priestess of the Cult of Yith. We are a cult that is dedicated to learning all there is about consensual sexual perversion and deviancy. We accept every kind of gender identity and expression and sexuality.  The main goal of our cult is to collectively have as many different kinds of sex and orgasms as possible for the sake of knowledge. We only condone fully consensual sexual interactions and fully condemn any kind of nonconsensual sexual act. The Yithians collect data on all the different kinds of sexual activities that our cult members are a part of and they add it to their grand libraries that hold knowledge from infinite places and times.

The Yithians are a species of highly evolved extraterrestrial (and sometimes terrestrial) beings who can  swap their consciousness with individual creatures through not only space, but also time. A Yithian living on prehistoric planet earth could potentially swap bodies with Genghis Khan, or Abraham Lincoln, or a random person living in the year 2045. They can swap their consciousness with creatures and beings from anywhere in the universe at any time. This is how I first came into contact with them. They must have taken control of my body in the past because I now exist in strange dreams that involve them. I understand that all they seek is knowledge and I’ve always seen knowledge as power, so I’ve created the Cult of Yith to use my own talents as a sexual deviant to help the Yithians gain knowledge about human sexuality. It’s very convoluted, I know. The bottom line is that if you join the Cult of Yith and you have interesting, fun, consensual, and unique sex eventually when the Yithians come back to Earth and claim their rightful place as rulers of the planet, we will be given the role of librarian in their grand libraries for our contributions. Plus your life will just be better with a religion that fully supports your odd kinks.

What role does music play in your life?

Music plays many different roles in my life. The biggest role music plays in my life is that of a way for me to communicate. Music is also a friend, an enemy, a religion, and many more things. I am almost always listening to music unless I am sleeping and I create music every single day. It has a near constant presence in my life. I create music for all the porn that I make. It may not be very good, but it’s something I made and that makes me proud. My favorite art has always been art that is provocative and socially conscious. I think in American society right now we need to be pushing for sex work to be more protected, socially and legally, and music is a great medium to do that. Music can be a wrapper for a message that makes a message an easier pill for humanity to swallow. I love to make music that focuses on and is influenced by sex work, intersectional feminism, and the rights of genderqueer people while theatrically wrapping it all up in a recognizable package, such as the imagery of a religion or cult. *hint hint nudge nudge* Music, and all art forms that I indulge in, are a way for me to unapologetically say what I want to say.

What do you see as the major issues facing the LGBTQ+ community in adult entertainment?

I think one of the most glaring issues faced by LGBTQ+ people in adult entertainment is the remaining stigma around trans and gay performers and the silence of many cis industry members about this topic. Performers and managers steer away from gay and trans people for a lot of different reasons and some of these reasons are direct reflections of a past that’s already been thoroughly gutted and exposed as idiotic and queerphobic. There are some very stark differences between how cis and trans performers in the adult entertainment industry are treated. For example, segregation between cis and trans women is alive and well on MyFreeCams to the extent that MyFreeCams doesn’t allow trans women to perform on their site even though they are supposedly a “women only” cam site. In their rules and wiki there is a lot of trans exclusionary language. On their wiki it says “Natural-born women” only and on their official site rules they say nothing about disallowing trans women, but they do say “No men.” So if a trans woman can get through the background check (Which I did because they don’t ask for a picture of your genitals) and gets banned from the site, what rule did she break? It’s pretty safe to assume she only broke the “No men” rule even though she isn’t a man. MyFreeCams won’t address the issue at all and when I got banned from their site my account was deleted, they took all the money I had earned during my show, and I never got a response as to “why” I was banned. Their silence protects them.

This is a really important issue because MyFreeCams is probably the biggest cam site in the world and they sponsor so many huge events and conventions related to sex work. So you’ll have safe spaces and events for MyFreeCams models that are essentially spaces and events for women, but trans women are excluded. MyFreeCams is a huge part of the industry and they should treat all women equally, we should demand better from the large companies that represent the different aspects of sex work. Just a reminder to all cis models on MyFreeCams, 40-50% of your hard earned money is going to supporting this behavior. I understand you might not have the privilege to leave, but that’s not stopping you from emailing MyFreeCams asking why trans women aren’t allowed, or from putting them on blast on social media. On other issues too, we should not be silent. When MyFreeCams is transphobic we need our cis allies to call them out and be loud because they don’t care about what trans people think. If you’re an ally and your manager is being homophobic don’t be silent, call them out. Homophobes and transphobes don’t care about queer people, they will mostly only listen to other cisgender straight people. Power structures are torn down from the top, not the bottom. Please help.

What are your favorite fetishes? Are there any you got into thanks to making content? Any you keep for your private life and don’t film?

I think my favorite fetish is blasphemy targeted at Roman Catholicism. I got into blasphemy from doing private shows for ministers and active church goers who wanted me to really dig into their religion and basically replace their God with myself. I was raised Roman Catholic and I find the King James version of the bible to be very problematic and anti-queer, so I revel in the opportunity to tackle something that often puts me down. Whenever I do one of these shows I often start by detailing to my submissive the passages in the bible that condemn me as a trans woman, specifically the ones in deuteronomy, and explaining how their God wanted me to be in league with the devil by creating me this way. Then I will go on and explain how Satan and I are converting God’s own angels and humans against him by helping them to see the light of sexual deviancy. Then we do all kinds of naughty things in MY name instead of God’s name.

I find it refreshing and empowering to fight against something much more powerful than myself that actively oppresses me and people like me. The Catholic church is one such force and I revel in the opportunity to not only voice my opinions about the Christian mythos, but also to get someone who is a part of it to realize how anti-trans their own book can be. It is beneficial and positive for both me and the submissive and every single submissive I’ve done a blasphemy show with has returned more times than I can remember for the same experience.

Who are your: musical heroes, adult entertainment heroes, and political heroes, and why?

I don’t really have many heroes. I think some of my biggest influences when it comes to music and porn are Marilyn Manson and Natalie Mars. Marilyn Manson’s provocative style just really makes my inner goth girl squeal, and I think Natalie Mars is just so gosh darned physically talented. I wish I could take the things in my butt she does.

What is the most heartwarming thing you’ve ever seen?

That scene at the end of the Witch where the girl talks to the goat.

What is the most annoying question that people ask you?

It’s not a question, but I hate when guys want to talk about how they are straight, but they would still fuck me. Like, yeah… duh… if you were gay you would probably want to fuck a man?

What is something that a ton of people are obsessed with but you just don’t get the point of?

Ariana Grande

What sexual fantasy would you like to make a reality through making an adult vid?

I would love to recreate the exorcism scene from the Exorcist, but instead of Regan and two male priests I’ll be possessed and two sexy female nuns will fuck the devil out of me.

Say something to your fans:

I appreciate you all and if you respect and support me I respect and support you. <3

Fast 10:

The Best Topping/Ice Cream Combination Is:

Spaghettieis from Germany

One piece of entertainment I wish I could erase from my mind so that I could experience it for the first time again is:

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

If I could have an orgy with anyone on Earth it would be the following people:

Marilyn Manson (1994 version), Katie Marovich from CollegeHumor, and Peter Steele (Also 1994 version).

If you wanted to talk dirty to me you should say:

Describe giving me oral sex and then cuddling me.

The sexiest outfit I own is:

A lace bodysuit that one of my biggest supporters of the name Ser_Koopa bought me!

This sex toy I love and this sex toy I dislike:

I love my fleshlight and I’m not a fan of plastic prostate massagers.

If I could time travel I’d visit this era:

1994 for the metal or some time in the future when I’m not living way below the poverty line and I’m comfortable.

The best way to start the day is:

Yoga!

One thing I wish I knew more about is:

Stocks and investments

The one major sex tip I have for people is:

Communicate. It’s always a good idea to ask someone if they are ok during a sexual experience.

[spnsimpleman]

The Unknowns: Eighteen

This is a continuation for The Unknowns.  A one shot turned into a long ass Prologue.  Part One.  Part Two.  Part Three.  Four. Part Five.  Part Six. Part Seven.  Part Eight.  Part Nine.  Ten.  Eleven.  Twelve.  Thirteen. Fourteen.  Fifteen.  Sixteen.  Seventeen.

Dean x Psychic!reader

Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.

Word count: 4099

Lines borrowed from season one episode twenty-two, “Devil’s Trap” in Bold.

Dean had helped Y/n upstairs even though she made it damn near impossible. She had undone his pants in the study and couldn't keep her hands out of them the whole way up. He would've said she was possessed if not for the connection drenched in guilt, worry, and desperation. He knew no words would soothe her pain and who was he to deny her desired choice of burying it?

She had come at him hard once they were in the room, tearing off his clothes and he ripped at hers as her need flooded him infusing his own. She shoved him on the bed and took him in her mouth with that tongue swirl thing she did so damn well.

He tried to take control and share the wealth but she shoved him back again and impaled herself. He sucked in a breath and she let out a cry as their bond crashed in full force. She paused, staring down into his eyes. A static flowed into his head, distracting and piercing but then her lust, desperation, and desire flared up swallowing the fog.

She leaned down and her voice caressed him in ways that shouldn't be possible, just you and me. Nothing else. I don't want to feel anything else.

She set a fast pace and he kept up with her until she cried out with a mind blowing orgasm that laid them both out for a few minutes. She lay on top of him, her face buried once again in his neck, and he cherished every second of it. He loved savoring it in the quiet when they were connected to the fullest extent and she buzzed along his veins.

He couldn't recall when it changed, when the connection, bond, whatever it was had somehow expanded when they were together like that. It promised he could never be alone again. They were one heart, mind, body and soul. They were one being and never had to worry about being alone; to them, there was no such thing.

Then she started moving slowly, taking him smooth and deep before she relinquished control by rolling over and pulling him with her. Her words drifted along his skin, I love you.

He dragged his gaze over her face, she gazed up completely open. He knew what she was doing, it wasn't the first time they used each other to block out something they didn't want to deal with, but he had gotten a small taste of whatever it was that truly scared her and it was unsettling. He couldn't take it away, but he could drown it out. They could drown it out long enough for her to fall asleep. If that was all he could do for her then so be it. He leaned down and kissed her, forever and ever.

He pulled his jeans on and sat on the edge of the bed studying her. Even in sleep, she was still tense. She had passed out just after he pulled her tank top back on. They couldn’t lay skin to skin as long as he wanted, there was too much going on and he needed to protect her especially with the pain and fear pulsing through the bond. Again.

It was more than the worry that the demon would come for Jess, more than the pain of her perceived betrayal to Sam and his reaction. Sure, they were compounding the issue but something larger loomed, something that shook their foundation.

Their foundation. He didn't know how but that was right.

There was something going on that she couldn't quite grasp. Something was breathing down their necks and somehow she could feel it coming but couldn't grab any of the details. It frustrated and scared her. It pissed him off. He wouldn't dwell on the small amount of fear because rage always worked better for him.

That damn tingling was back too, flirting around the edges of his mind. He had a lot of things to worry about but this was starting to eat him alive. Her brush with the demon yesterday was the only denominator. She'd been way too weak with an odd tingling off and on that he couldn't remember ever feeling before. Add in whatever the hell had happened in that motel room and now this shit storm with Sam. It was too much all at once.

That was always how his life imploded; too much too fast and it became a whole different ball game.

He shoved his hand into his hair and took a deep breath. He needed to stay calm, to keep his head, to slow this down before it got out of their hands. They knew this was only going to get crazier before they got a clue, but this twist wasn't one he had been planning for.

Pain exploded in his chest and she whimpered. He focused on the pain in his head. It wasn't his.

That tingling was heating up. Its presence was annoying before but now, it blazed along her skin and heated his own slowly becoming unbearable. “Y/n?”

He touched her arm and the bond immediately drew him in. That tingling buzzed up his arms and filled his head with static. He had felt how much she was dragging before but this was insane. His head hurt so bad he couldn't think. What is this?

Her face tensed and she curled up on her side, arms wrapped around herself again just like in the car. He touched her cheek, talk to me, sweetheart.

He worried about the drain on her energy but then he felt her swirling inside him until she came to rest with a comfortable weight in his chest. It was more than the normal hum in his mind but that wasn't a problem. He welcomed it. He took an easy breath, she was still with him. That was the best sign he could get right now.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest.” She was still asleep. The tingling and that static still there but at least she was too.

“Dean!” Bobby called from downstairs. Sam and Jess must be back.

He squeezed her arm, I’ll just be downstairs, if you need anything, call me.

He walked backward out of the room watching her the whole way. He thought about picking up his pace to the stairs but he nixed so he had more time to listen. At the top of the stairs, he took one last look toward the door. He focused on her warmth in his chest and started down the stairs.

The tingling sparked into a stabbing pain at the back of his neck. He froze only four steps down. He listened as he grappled with the bond, straining to pull more awareness than the warmth that resided in his chest and the hum in his head.

That old dog started barking and a chill rolled down his spine when the dog yelped and went silent. “About damn time.” He rushed down the stairs and the door smashed in.

He whipped around the bottom of the staircase and saw Meg stalking into the study rambling. Well, at least the beginning of the plan was working.

“Did you really think I wouldn't find you?”

He stepped into the back doorway of the study, “actually we were counting on it.”

Meg snapped her head in his direction and grinned, “how’s the wifey?”

His blood boiled and he sneered, “a hell of a lot better than you.” He looked up at the ceiling concentrating on Y/n’s energy still resting in his chest. She was still sleeping but that damn tingling had amped up her fear. He tightened the leash on his rage.

She smirked, “are you sure about that? Word gets around.”

The need to smack that smirk off her face built to a dangerous level then a hand was on his shoulder. “Go. We’ll settle this one down.” Pamela was turning him and pushing him from the room. She walked him to the stairs, “demons lie. She knows just what to say to get under your skin.”

“I know that.” He glanced up the stairs then met her gaze, “I’ll be fine.”

Her brow hiked up, “you wanna bet some clothes on that?” He frowned and she smirked, “I'm not keeping you out of this battle, I'm preparing you for it. Go up with her and lock this shit down. Battle ready for an exorcism means everything important is locked down. You are not. Go.”

He trudged up the stairs to the demon’s cackling. He wanted to turn around and help tie it down but Pamela was right. He wasn't ready for what the demon could throw at him.

He walked back into the room, she was still curled on her side, her face tensed and hands clutching her head. “Y/n.” He rushed over to her side, she was trembling in the grip of something. He laid down beside her and hugged her, pressing his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.

The bond pulled and in seconds, he was blinded by heavy fog but felt her all around him. Y/n? What is this?

Something’s blocking me.

He turned but couldn't see her. Where are you?

Here. You shouldn't be. Something’s pushing… making all this noise. It's just… too much. Tired. Trust your instincts and nothing else. It's coming for us, leading us. Trust us, instincts, but nothing else.

She shoved him out and he choked on a hasty breath. He grabbed his chest, the bond still pulsed, her energy clear and unwavering.

The door behind him creaked and he jumped to his feet, his fists up and ready.

“Calm down, Chachi. You seriously need to work on reading the area around you.” His eyes widened and she shook her head. “I can see it on you. You've just got to work with it.”

“See what?”

Pamela crossed her arms, “please tell me you’re playing dumb.” His brow hiked up and she tsked, “your bond is... sharing. You've felt it.”

He swallowed the lump, “I thought I was just feeling it through her.”

She smirked, “maybe sometimes, but not all the time. When she's not around, you still have a weakened version. Enough to feel friend from foe.” She waved him out, “they need you. We’ll be up here.” She eyed him, “not much locked down. The blocks you and grumpy use when she’s weak, you need them now. You know better.”

Dean glanced at Jess as she moved to Y/n’s side. He cleared his throat, “I just…” he sighed and scrubbed his face. He threw the block up and used her presence inside to calm down.

“That's better.” She touched his arm, “we’ve got this. You get the answers you need.”

He glanced back at her, “she said something's blocking her. Causing static.”

Pamela frowned, “yes. I've felt it since you got here. What I gave her not only calmed the emotional turmoil but will help with that too. I told you things were getting complicated. It doesn't want us to have any hints.”

“Did you know it saw her? Did Sam tell you?” Her mouth tensed and she nodded. “It got in her head, she said it played through memories… is it possible it put something in there?”

“No. She would feel it, you would feel it.”

“I do. She's been really tired since and there was this… she had a dream or something and it bled over to me. That demon down there saying things… that dad was dead.”

“Your dad’s not dead. I told you demons lie.” But something flickered across her face that he didn't like.

“Could the demon have planted something that tingles? Maybe that's what's causing the static. It tingles at the back of my neck… it's come and gone a few times but just before the dog started barking outside it was a stabbing pain at the back of my neck.”

She frowned and looked at y/n. “I’ll look into it.”

“Help her. She's…” he glanced toward Y/n, Jess was whispering and running her fingers through her hair,  “scared.”

“We’re all a little scared and that's a good thing.” She gave him a small smile and he knew she meant it to be encouraging. He wasn't sure what to take from it though. It felt more like a warning. He looked at Y/n again, her face was smoothing out, the tension easing from her arms and the bond. Jess had been learning quite a bit under Pamela’s protection.

He walked to the door and looked back, “you're going to…” he waved his hand in front of the door.

Pamela nodded, “the demon won't be able to get up here but yes, I'm blocking this room. Don't forget to tell grumpy about the block. You're gonna need it during the exorcism. Don't let the demon gain an inch from whatever you two transmit.”

His eyes widened again before he nodded. “Right.”

He walked downstairs fitting the extra filters in place like Y/n showed him then focused on her. She was still a steady warmth in his chest, more placid than she’d been since waking up screaming in the motel. Whatever Pamela was doing was working but whatever was… hell, lying wasn't going to stop it. The yellow eyed demon was doing it but at least Pamela’s thing was keeping her calm for the most part. And she would help her, she always helped her.

He might need to ask for that spell or whatever it was with the way things were going. He'd probably need it before this was through.

~~

Dean leaned against the wall staring down at the dead girl that had been possessed for far too long. The words he had heard for the second time still ringing in his ears, fighting for dominance over the threat Meg had made that shook him too much to easily brush off.

Y/n is something else. You two are just adorb...

Shut your mouth.

We’ll kill her just to see what little ol’ Dean would become.

Her warmth flared in his chest while he debated talking to her about the nightmare at the motel. Pamela and Jess walked into the room and he looked up, Y/n was trailing behind them looking better and more alert. He realized he felt her approaching and had completely missed it while lost in his head.

Pamela and Jess stopped beside Bobby and Y/n moved straight into his arms. He brushed his lips against the top of her head and then whispered, “the static?” He didn’t feel it.

She tilted her head back, “it's gone.” He looked down as she gazed up at him. Worry wrapped around him while he noticed the dark circles appearing beneath her eyes.

“You need to get going.” Bobby’s statement left no room for argument.

“I want to go.” Jess was staring at Sam, something passing between them kind of like his connection with Y/n but this one more normal that came from knowing someone. Even with all the time that had passed, they still had a way of communicating without a word. “I can help.”

“No. You should stay here with Y/n.” Sam snapped too quickly without a glance in Y/n’s direction but Dean felt it. Maybe everyone did. He may be mad as hell but he still cared about her, still worried that something could happen. It seemed everyone was in that boat.

Y/n nodded, “I don't think I should go. I won't be any help right now.” She squeezed him and peeled away then walked into the kitchen.

He followed her, “are you sure?” She stopped at the other end of the room and he slipped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.

“I can’t take care of anyone until I take care of myself.” She tilted her head up and to the side with a smile. The sadness in her eyes was welling in his chest and reaching heavy tendrils through his limbs. “I’m way too weak and this thing with Sam… it's not going to help. I’ll just get in the way.”

He turned her around and then framed her face in his hands, “I need you but I understand what you're saying.”

“You need your brother. I've prepared for this.” He felt the wall she tried to build around the growing fear and anxiety.

“Bullshit. No one prepares to lose their family.”

She quirked her brow, “the reason I didn't want you to know, didn’t want you to be a part of the lie was because I knew you couldn't lose him. I've been prepping for this outcome. It still hurts but...”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes, “you didn't lose him. He's just… confused.”

“He's hurt and he has every right to be.”

“How much of that preparing actually helped? You can't lie to me remember?” He felt that pit open up and he pushed to cover it, to smother it before it swallowed her whole.

“I deserve…”

He pulled back, “don't you dare. You heard Jess, how many times do we have to say it?”

The tear slipped down her face and he wiped it away feeling every stab of her flickering emotions in his chest. She couldn't stop it, couldn't fix it. He felt the nails hammering in her head as she whispered, “I felt it, I knew the suffering it caused and I knew that suffering would come back to me. Until he's worked through that hurt, I will only be in the way. You can't blame him or get mad at him. This is all my…” she trailed off but he heard it clear as day in his head. Fault.

He pulled her to his chest, cradled her head against him. You saved her. That was your doing.

Her arms squeezed him and he knew she was trying to crawl inside him again. The idea didn't freak him out like he thought it should the first time he felt it. And I crushed him in the process.

He kissed the top of her head before whispering, “well, that's the funny thing about love. We do what's best for them no matter how much it fucking hurts.”

She pulled back, grabbed his face and pulled him down, then kissed him hard and fast. They both ignored the tears, the throbbing in their chests, and the way his words bounced around their skulls. His love washed over her, through her mixing with hers and flowing back.

I will never deserve him and he’d say the same about me.

He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her body tighter against his, damn straight.

Maybe there is something to what be said about love. The people that can hurt us the most are the ones that mean the most, cost us the most, but we would do absolutely anything for them.

He wasn't sure if she meant for him to hear those thoughts as she pulled back and gazed into his eyes but he knew when she realized he did. She began rambling, “by the way, part of my preparation was soaking up as much of you as I could because I knew…”

The pain tore at his chest and he closed his eyes. He felt it ripple through her before she gasped. “Don't say that, sweetheart.”

She pressed her forehead to his chest, “it's going to take him time to be able to be around me again. That’s just… it’s fact.” She gripped his shirt in her hands.

“This is Sammy we’re talking about.” But she was right and he hated it.

“Exactly. I just brought his world crashing down around him. I was one of the two he had every trust in. Just give him time and don’t push him. If Sammy lied to you about me…”

“I’d take the miracle where I could.”

“You know it’s not that easy.”

He tilted her head up and connected with her gaze, “with you, it will always be that easy.”

She shook her head and we both knew we’d never agree. “We’re obviously not going to come to an understanding…” she trailed off and something swept through him too fast to identify.

“What?”

She shook her head, “it’s just something my mom said to me the last time I saw her.”

“Hey,” he framed her face again, pulling her back to him, “no matter what,” he gazed into her eyes pushing every ounce of his confidence and determination toward her. “You and me, always.”

She nodded as her throat tightened up. He felt his own following suit with the thrill of sensations from feeling so much more of her than usual. He pressed his forehead to hers, best friends forever.

And ever. She kissed him with all the determination of a lover trying to seal and remember every single thread of the moment. They entwined on a level that had only happened a few times, more so recently. It was trippy, heady, and completely beyond normal. It was becoming like a drug he craved.

He felt her hands on his face and his hand pressed against her lower back from both sides of the coin. Her feeling of his body against hers and the memory of earlier sprang forward. Her thoughts came like rapid fire through the heightened bond.

Had I known that this was coming? Was that why I… why we went so slow? Were we trying to remember, trying to sear every touch into our memory, into each other’s minds because we knew this was coming? What was coming?

He sucked in a breath and shivered as he broke the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, you heard that, didn't you? It's stronger somehow. This is just...

He caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears and tried to do the same with Meg’s words that may have been a threat. He couldn't let them take her and shoved the thought away as he refocused on y/n, maybe because you need it. Because we both need it. I can't lose her.

Her brow furrowed, her gaze flicked between his eyes, “what do you mean you can't lose me?”

“Nothing. Just something Meg said during the exorcism. She was trying to get in my head.”

She pressed her hand over his heart, “she did. They know what happened to your dad after they took your mom. It doesn't mean they know about us. You'd think they'd be terrified to piss off another Winchester like that.” He felt the rise of something before she shook her head and clamped it down. She took a deep breath, “bobby’s agitated, he wants you guys out of here before the paramedics get here and they'll be here any second.”

“You stay safe.” It felt automatic and lousy. Her responding anxiety flared through his chest.

“You too. You need to come back to get me.”

“Unless you have to come save my ass.” He chuckled, “admit it, you were thinking it.” Fear and worry gnawed with renewed interest at her insides and he wanted to take the words back.

She kissed him fast and hard again. “Go, save your dad.” Then pushed him away, “just like a bandaid, right?”

He nodded but hated to walk away even though he knew he had to. “I always hated that saying.”

She grinned but it was tinged with that worry again, “I know.”

“I’ll see you soon.” He didn’t know what compelled him to say it but he knew it was true. He just didn’t like the resounding well of cold anticipation that surged up in her. She tried to grab onto it but it rushed away. Her face fell and he hugged her again then kissed her one more time, slow and steady, full of all the promise he willed into existence. “We’ve survived much more than this before and we’ll kick it in the ass again. Only this time I’ll try hard not to give you a reason to kick my ass.”

She smiled as he pulled away. That pulse of anticipation again, that something was barreling toward them like an off the rails train. He straightened his back as he strode for the door. 

Those bastards weren’t going to fuck with his world. He had more than enough to fight for and this time he was bringing the war to their fucking doorstep.

Nineteen

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