#id give you the world and if you help me get out of this god damn basement ill bake for you youll literally never be hungry ever if you

[andragoras-in-vanity]

i need hot men to follow if your a hot man pls tell me so i can thirst i mean follow

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A flock of elephants

Written for the November warm-up round of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: Bakery AU

Rated: T

CW: some sexual tension and innuendo

Tags: Baker Steve, Rockstar Eddie

Notes: Can be read as a continuation of this microfic

“You don't understand how huge a deal this is, Steve,” Dustin says. He’s wiggling in the passenger seat, trying to take in every bit of their surroundings as they pull up to the concert hall. 

Steve huffs and squints at the signs. There's security and fans and staff everywhere and he can feel a headache coming up. 

"A guy asked me to bake a cake, so what? It's literally what I do for a living, nothing-" 

"A guy asked you to-" Dustin sputters. "Excuse me, what did you say? Eddie Munson commissioned you to bake a replica of his world famous Warlock, do you have any- Do you even know who Eddie Munson is?" 

"Of course I know," Steve grouses. "I don't live under a rock." 

"Oh yeah?" Dustin levels him with an unimpressed look. "Name one of his songs." 

"Please," Steve rolls his eyes. "You're blasting that shit on repeat, it's practically seared into my brain. Especially the one about the elephants." 

Dustin stares at him. Steve resists the urge to pinch his nose.

"You know the one! What was it? Flock of Elephants?" 

Dustin crumples into the car seat and slaps both palms to his forehead. "It's A Court of Sycophants, Steve! Oh my God!"

"Synchro-what?" Steve ignores the way his neck prickles and takes a sharp right. "You just made that up. Now help me look for the delivery entrance or we won't have ourselves a deal at all." 

*

Once they find the entrance, it turns out he forgot the ID badge that the label sent, because of fucking course he did. He spends about half an hour trying to convince the grumpy security guard to let them in while Dustin has a complete meltdown. Just as he's ready to give up, they're rescued by the appearance of a tiny blonde in a pink cardigan who cheerfully introduces herself as Eddie’s manager. 

"Sorry about Hop," she says for what must be the fourth time, while Steve sets up the guitar-shaped cake at the center of the buffet and Dustin inspects the backstage lounge with awestruck eyes. "He takes his job very seriously." 

"Yeah, I noticed," Steve mutters. She seems nice enough, but he really doesn’t wanna engage in smalltalk right now. The bustle of the stage hands and the hot air of the venue are making him squeamish. All he wants to do is get this over with and go home.

Unfortunately fate must hate him, because that is the exact moment that a familiar voice says, "Hey, Chris. No matter what Hop tells you, I didn't order hookers to the venue. I dunno where he got the-" 

Dustin starts squealing. 

"Oh my God, you're Eddie Munson!"

Eddie squints at him like a confused cat. 

"Last time I checked, yeah. And you are?" 

"Dustin," says Dustin, like that explains everything. "I'm with Steve." 

Eddie’s eyes flit over and his face breaks into a delighted, dimpled smile. 

"Baker boy, hi!" 

Steve's mouth goes dry. 

He doesn’t know why, but all of the easy confidence of their last meeting is suddenly gone. 

Maybe it's because they were in the bakery, on his own turf, and now they're on Eddie’s, where the lights and the noise and the hum of the crowd in the auditorium are grating on his nerves. 

Maybe it's because last time, Eddie looked like just some guy in his ripped jeans and ratty hoody, unwashed hair piled in a chaotic bun, and now …

… now he's in a pair of leather pants that are so tight they may as well be spray-painted on and what looks like a fucking harness, hair cascading around his face and shoulders in a halo of messy curls and is that eyeliner? 

"Woah," Eddie breathes, eyes growing large, and yup, eyeliner. Definitely eyeliner, Jesus fucking Christ. With two long strides of those impossibly long legs, he's beside Steve and ogling the cake with an awestruck face. "This is fucking incredible, dude, it looks just like the real thing. You did all that from the photos?" 

By some miracle, Steve manages to channel the incoming blush into a sly pop of his hips and a smug eyebrow quirk. 

"Told you I was the best." 

Eddie is looking at him like he didn't bake a cake but hung the moon, which … in combination with the eyeliner and the leather and the harness of it all? Steve squirms in his jeans.

"Okay, erm … if that's all, I'll send over the bill by-" 

"Wait, what? You're not staying for the show?" Eddie swivels to Chrissy, all righteous indignation. "Why are they not staying for the show?" 

Chrissy shrugs, at the same time that Steve says, "That's really not necessa-" 

"We'd love to stay!" 

Dustin shoves himself between them, elbowing him in the kidneys. While Steve is still coughing, Eddie turns to Chrissy. 

"Show the young man to the backstage area, Chris?" 

Dustin looks like he's about to die of happiness, so Steve resigns himself to his fate. 

"Will you play the one about the psychopaths?" he asks as they trail after him. "It's his favorite." 

"Psycho-" Eddie’s brow wrinkles.

"Sycophants, Steve!" Dustin hollers from ahead. "Jesus!" 

"Anyways," Steve says over Eddie’s rumbling laughter. "You really didn't have to-" 

"I know I didn't." Eddie accepts his guitar - the real one - from a stage hand and slings it over his shoulder. "But I saw what you're best at, so I figured I'd return the favor." 

"Careful there," Steve huffs. "All you've done is ogle my cake. You may wanna try it first." 

"Oh, I'm planning to …" Eddie's smile is sharp as he leans in, close to his ear. "Preferably with less people around, though." 

And then he's gone, stepping out on the stage, making his guitar wail. 

Steve can't quite tell if the roar in his ears is the crowd or the sound of his own blood.

[zepskies]

Hello my lovely friend! I would love to see an imagine/head canon of Dean and the reader seeing each other for the first time after he either comes back from hell or purgatory if you’d be up for it 💕 up to you whether it’s an established relationship or mutual pining 😉 thank you! 😘

Hello, my dear!!

Thank you so much for this imagine! I needed a bit of Dean. 😘

Now I went with Purgatory for this one (S8, E01 – “We Need to Talk About Kevin”).

I diverged from canon of Sam not looking for Dean to make sure if he was dead. Not just because I think that choice by the SPN writers wasn’t true to Sam’s character (Even Jared has said this lol), but because I think if Dean had a girlfriend at this point in time, Sam wouldn’t just abandon her to deal with Dean’s loss alone. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Song Inspo: Yes, I had one for this! Weirdly enough, it was the entire “Moneyball” soundtrack. The whole smooth but intense pace of it really drove me on this.

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: 18+ only for some smuttiness.

Imagine: Reuniting with Dean, not knowing if things will be the same.

You’re doing the dishes when your phone rings.

You check the caller ID, frowning when the number is unfamiliar. But you answer with a thread of wariness while you’re holding a glass.

“Hello?” you answer. For a moment, there’s silence on the line. Your brows knit together in suspicion.

For months, you’ve been living with Sam and Kevin in this dusty cabin in the woods. Literally, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It was the only way you and Sam could try to protect the prophet from Crowley.

So the fact that you're getting a call at all is surprising in and of itself.

Your frown deepens. “Whoever this is, you have three seconds before I hang the hell up.”

“Hey…it’s me.”

Your suspicion fades, but shock overtakes you. Your breath stills in your lungs when you hear Dean’s voice. However, your brain can’t compute.

It’s been a year.

“Sweetheart, are you there?” he says.

You finally choke on a gasp, and the glass slides out of your hand and shatters in the sink.

“Hey, you okay?” his gruff concern is so very Dean that it continues to choke you into tears.

“Dean,” you utter. Your mouth trembles as your eyes close, and your tears find their own way down your cheeks. “I…I’ve been…you’re okay?”

“Well, I’m here,” he answers, with some dry humor, but he sounds off. You don’t know what to make of that, but now you’re worried.

You look down at your shaking hand, and you realize that there’s a small piece of glass that ricocheted into your palm. You ignore it, because all you can focus on is your boyfriend’s voice in your ear.

“Where…are you?” you ask. Every trembling, heave of breath brings you closer to a sob.

“Louisiana. Clayton, Louisiana,” he replies. His voice is even, but there’s emotion there too. You hear it, only because you know him so well. “Where are you?”

And how soon can you get here? his tone implies.

After Dean disappeared in the aftershock of Dick Roman’s death, you, Sam, and Kevin had been scouring every lore book on God’s green Earth. Nothing has gotten you closer to finding Dean in the last year.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to fully give up, but in recent weeks, you would never admit that your heart has been starting to falter. So has your body.

Sam watches you closely on the way out of the house, heading to the Impala. You’re grateful for the way he’s been looking out for you, but you also resent it. You don’t need help. You’re fine…mostly.  

As strange as it’s been living in this house, it’s become your safety blanket. Your cold shell where you can block off the rest of the world, as if time hasn’t been ticking by all these months outside of it.

But now you’re practically shaking. Call it nerves, lack of sleep, too much caffeine, too much crap food, stress, and grief. You ignore it, taking a firm grip of the passenger door handle and yanking it open. Sam drives.

The hours are excruciating. Your leg bounces restlessly, and Sam notices, but doesn’t comment. He does try to soothe you with your favorite music in the car. He tries to pick up conversation, but you’re not having it.

You’re even being pretty selfish right now. Sam had been without his brother for a year, just as you had been without. And here he is, trying to comfort you.

You can’t help it though.

You’re not okay. You don’t think you’ll ever be okay again until you see him.

Sam eventually pulls into the dingy motel in the middle of rural Louisiana. (And yet, somehow on the corner of a Hustler, one of Dean’s favorite sex shops. Your lips curve slightly.)

Sam’s calling Dean on his cell, but you’re too impatient to wait for the man to come out.

You jerk the car door open, and in your haste, you don’t realize that you’ve slammed the door shut.

“Hey, easy on my Baby.”

You turn with a gasp lodged in your throat, but not even that can escape when Dean comes into view. Complete with red plaid and old jeans and rough stubble that approaches a beard, and a duffel bag.

Dean’s smirk fades into a softer grin when he takes in the familiar curve of your face, the gentle frame of your body, the sight of your tears, welling up in your eyes.

You take in a shuddering breath, and you go to him. Dean drops his bag so that he can properly welcome you where you’re supposed to be.    

His arms wrap around your waist, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. He smells like motel soap and second-hand clothes, but all you care about is that he feels solid and alive and your heart’s just shy of shattering, or knitting back together. It beats a fast flutter in your chest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he rumbles in your ear. You nod, even though you can’t help the way you’re shaking, crying, clinging to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say. You hate that those are your first words to him, but you can’t help it. That’s what you feel, down to your bones. “We tried so damn hard to find you…”

Dean pauses a bit on that, but he just shakes his head. He meets Sam’s gaze behind you and offers his brother a smile. Sam smiles back; he’s full to the brim at the sight of Dean, but for you, he’s patient. He can wait his turn.

“I know,” Dean tells you, holds you a bit tighter. “I'm all right. It’s not your fault, you understand?”

You draw another shaky breath and lean back far enough to see his face. You raise a hand to touch his cheek. When he stares down into your eyes, you know you’re going to be okay.

And so will he. You’re going to make sure of it.

In lieu of words, Dean leans down and captures whatever you might’ve said then with his lips. The kiss is heat and longing, both sweet and rough. It’s everything you need.

It’s a long drive all the way back to your cabin in the woods. Dean checks on you often while you’re passed out asleep in the backseat. He’s back in the driver’s seat of his car, hands wrapped around the familiar leather steering wheel, but he still doesn’t feel totally…right.

Despite being wrapped around the leather, his right hand feels empty. Like it needs the weight of a weapon. He’s still tense and on edge, even now, and Sam notices.

“What was it like?” he asks, quietly so he doesn’t wake you. He’s glad you’re finally sleeping.

“Purgatory?” Dean scoffs. “Like being deep in God’s freakin’ armpit.”

Sam’s brows knit together, but he waits, seeing if Dean will continue. And he does, after giving Sam a brief glance.

“It was monsters, Sam.” A never-ending twilight. Never a moment to rest. A wide-eyed existence of gnashing teeth and blood and black ooze.

When Sam inevitably asks how he got out of Purgatory, Dean is vague, evasive. Castiel didn’t make it, he admits, also in halting detail. But Dean is more willing to focus on how tired you and Sam both look. How pale your skin is. How it seems like this is the first hour of sleep you’ve gotten all week.

“How’s she been?” Dean asks, once again checking on you through the rearview mirror. Sam inhales deeply, making Dean frown.

“She’s been holding on,” Sam replies. “Strong, for Kevin especially. Poor kid’s too scared to go outside half the time.”

Dean turns to him with a frown.

“You’ve been taking care of her, right?” he asks.

Sam huffs, with a wry smile. “When she let me.”

Dean quirks a bit of a smile. That sounded like you. Stubborn at your best, damn near impossible at your worst. But the latter is what he’s worried about.

He later carries you inside the cabin, acknowledging your sleepy mumbles that you can walk, but not actually heeding your words. Sam tells him which one is your room, and Dean carries you there. By then you’re awake, but resigned to the fact that he isn’t going to let you down.

Your hand smooths up his arm, up the back of his neck and into his hair. It makes a pleasant tingle run up his spine.

“Your hair’s gotten long,” you muse, sorting your fingers through the strands. His hair’s darker too, not quite so dirty blonde, now leaning closer to light brown.

Dean smiles a bit. “If that’s all that’s changed, then I’d say I’m in good shape.”

He lays you down on the bed, and you bring him down with you by grabbing onto the front of his gray undershirt. He sinks down onto the edge of the bed and drifts a hand from your arm, to your face. He refreshes his memory of every angle, the soft feel of your skin. He knows his hands are rougher, but you feel the same.

You draw him into you and it begins.

Kissing him feels like taking a much needed breath. The way he grips your arms when you lick sensuously into his mouth—a sudden squeeze, an iron hold—it ignites your blood and the fire in your lower belly.

Your fingers rake into his hair. His solid grip moves to your hips, and you lie back when he guides you onto the mattress.

The sound of your breaths mingling together become shallow as you shove the plaid off his shoulders and ruck up the shirt. He does the same for your shirt and jeans, followed by his own. All that’s left it his skin against yours and rough hands squeezing fingerprint bruises into your hips and thighs.

You don’t mind at first; the strength of his hold and how much he wants you spurs you on. You’re slick and pulsing with need when Dean eventually slides home inside you. He has a hand tight in your hair, gripping tighter as he begins to move hard and fast.

“Dean,” you pant. You moan on his name, but you’re also trying to get his attention. You wince as his hand tightens, both in your hair, trapped against the pillow, and on your hip. You hold onto his wrist.

“Ease up, baby,” you whisper. You don’t want Sam or Kevin to hear you, even though you’re sure they could guess what you and Dean are up to.

But Dean doesn’t seem to hear you at first. You look up into his eyes, and you’re not sure if he’s entirely seeing you. It’s not like him, and it triggers warning signals in your mind. You have to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, squeezing his wrist even harder to stop him for a moment.

“Dean,” you insist. And he finally sees you.

When you soothe a thumb against his wrist, his eyes widen. He releases his hand from your hair, bracing against the bed instead.

He frees the other hand from your hip, and he sees the shape of his fingers already forming in your skin. He knows his hold was tight enough to bruise down to the bone.

It’s happened before, but not like this. Dean’s never lost control like that. Not with you, even in times like these.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he catches his breath, frowning deeply. His green eyes meet yours, raw and guilty. “I uh…I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head at him with a thoughtful frown. You reach up to frame his face with both hands, and you wordlessly tug him down to you. Dean is somewhat reluctant, but he follows your guiding hands and meets your waiting kiss, tender and slow.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats against your lips. His voice is low and coarse, filled with the true depths of his emotions. Everything he's been trying to hide from you.

Your eyes sting with the threat of tears.

“It’s okay,” you reply, through sweeter kisses. “I love you. We're gonna be okay.”

He hesitates. Then, he nods, accepting your words and your warmth.

His hand slowly brushes against your thigh, soothing along your bruising skin. You still have your legs wrapped around his hips, but you lessen your own hold, now that he seems to have come back to himself.

You both realize then that it might not be okay for a while. But that too is all right. Because you’re nothing if not stubborn, and Dean is worth the challenge.  

He closes his eyes to breathe and center himself. They blink open at the feeling of your hand, insistent on his shoulder. Your face is both tenderness and determination.

You push against him and twist until he's the one on his back, on the bed, holding your hips, the two of you still joined. He looks up at you still with a measure of reluctance.

"I've got you this time," you tell him, stroking his cheek. His almost-beard prickles against your palm.

After a moment, you can see in his eyes that he believes you.

And you begin again.

AN: Gaaaah, this man. I'm weak every time I write about him. 🥲

I have another Dean imagine coming soon. Some special anon asked for the reverse of "Sam being in love with Dean's girlfriend."

So stay tuned for "Dean gives you an impossible choice." 😉

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OH I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM I REALLY READ THEM EVERY DAY ITS A ROUTINE TO ME

my request is kook!reader who gets along with Camerons very well. tutores to Wheez, gives her old study notes to Sarah, chit chats with Rose etc. and Rafe is adoring her. but they have some problems lately like Rafe's friends behaviours or Rafe's addiction or something about her idk really. and all these little problems becomes a big one and they finally have a fight. BIG. at Camerons. Wheez worrying, Rose is confused and Sarah is like 'finally, Rafe dont deserve you.' idk end however you want.

actually to me FULL ANGST. but however you want to end it honey. whether fluff or angst i am sure id love it. love you.

Oh my god! You are gotta make me cry 😭😭😭🥰. I love you too x

I hope this does your request justice. I tried to make it angst filled, but I'm such a fluff girl!

Goodbye

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings - Angst. Some fluff. Drug, alcohol and addict behaviour.

Your lifelong friendship with Rafe started to break slowly, but when he learns that you are leaving, it hits breaking point.

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You spent as much time at the Cameron's as you did your own home, if not more. Your family lived next door, having moved there when you were young. Being neighbours meant growing up closely together and having Rafe Cameron as a best friend was a rollercoaster.

From the moment you first met Rafe, he adored you. The little blue-eyed boy with a wicked smile didn't know what hit him, literally. One minute, he was pulling your hair, and the next, you were punching him in the stomach. When questioned what happened, neither ratted the other out. It was you and Rafe against the world.

As you grew, you were always there for each other. He was there for you when Hank Harrison broke your heart and you were there for him when his mother left, leaving behind a broken Rafe, a small Sarah and baby Wheezie.

Your lives were tangled and waver together so tightly that you never thought it would break.

It started to fray after senior year. With the pressure of the future, you noticed a change in Rafe.

He had always loved partying hard, the girls and the booze, but no matter how far he took it, it never affected his daily life or how he treated you. You were his VIP guest to every party. It wasn't until he met Barry and a friend in the form of white powder that you had your first small fight.

You had been dancing with Sarah most of the night, having a good time until you became tired. You found Rafe surrounded by people, some you knew like Topper and Kelce but others you didn't. He was trying to convince Topper to take his first bump.

"Rafe," you called over the pounding music. He frowned before giving you a lopsided smile and pulling you into his lap, earning a few glares from the girls sitting around him.

"There's my girl." He grinned and wrapped you in his arms. "I missed you,"

With you, he didn't care if people saw him soft. You were his sweet other half. You brought out the softer side in him. He never admitted it to you, but he was sure he had loved you since the age of 5.

"I have been here all night," you said softly, seeing his pupils blown so wide, broke your heart a little. "I was coming to say goodbye,"

"Goodbye?" He frowned as you ran your hand through his hair, making him sigh. "The party's just started,"

"It's 3am."

"Stay, have some of the good stuff." He offered you a sip of his beer before grabbing a rolled up bill for you.

"Rafe, I don't want that,"

He groaned and loosened his grip on you, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back "Don't be so fucking boring"

"Good night, Rafe," you whispered, moving out of his lap and heading for the door. You heard him calling after you, but you didn't go back.

▪︎•▪︎•▪︎

The next slightly bigger argument you had was when you and Wheezie found him, drunk and high in the kitchen. You had been over to help Wheeze with her French homework. Being completely flunt, you were the best person to help.

You had gone to the kitchen for snacks, finding Rafe stumbling, slamming cabinet doors as he muttered away to himself. Something about hidden money, that his dad must have a stash hidden in the kitchen.

Ward had stashes in every room of the house, and you were sure of it but never thought of looking into the theory.

"Rafe?" Wheezie asked softly. He span around to her and sighed.

"Have you seen any of the money, dad hides?" He asked but Wheeze shook her head "Fuck"

"Why do you need it?"

"Cause, I fucked up Wheeze" He groaned "I fucked up big time!" He took a swig of the open whiskey bottle from the counter top before offering her some.

"Did you really just offer me, booze?" Wheezie frowned. "I'm 13"

"Shit, god. I'm sorry, Wheeze." He covered his eyes with his hands and groaned again. "I'm so fucked, but I'm gonna fix it"

"Go upstairs, Wheeze. I'll be up in a minute. " You fixed one of her braids, and you watched as she hurried up the stairs before turning back to Rafe.

"What you do this time?" You asked, arms folded as he looked over at you. It was like he had just noticed you were there.

"Why does it have to be something I did?" He asked, frowning as he took a drink again

"Is it Barry again?"

He laughed "No it's not fucking Barry. Just get off my case"

"Rafe, you just told your 13 year old sister, that you need money and offered her whiskey" You pointed out "Now tell me what the fuck the problem is"

He looked you up and down. "My sister. Exactly. It's a family problem. Don't worry yourself over something that isn't your business"

You tried not to take it to heart. He was hiding the fact that he was in trouble by cutting you out. It wasn't the first time he'd been in debt to Barry, but it was the first time he didn't admit it to you.

"Rafe" Wheezie whispered from the door way. She had a small bundle of dollar bills in her hand "Will this help? It's all I've got for now"

She received a small allowance from Ward, something all the Cameron kids had. Being the youngest, she didn't get as much, but she saved it all, claiming she wanted to buy her own first car.

"Shit," Rafe muttered as he suddenly broke down in front of you both.

You hurried over to him and cradled his head to your chest as he sobbed. Poor Wheezie stood helpless as she watched her big brother crumble in your arms.

Later, you found out that all the money Rafe paid Barry back had been stolen by Sarah. You hoped that day would be a wake-up call to make him stop, but it only got worse.

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You hadn't seen Rafe for a few weeks when you sat in the Cameron's kitchen, munching grapes as you sat on the kitchen island, speaking to Rose as she made a pot of coffee.

"I'm so proud of you." She smiled. "I can't believe our girl is going to Paris!"

You smiled back. You had come round to pick up Sarah for a shopping spree and told Rose the news that you had been accepted to a collage in Paris.

"I can't believe it either." You popped a grape in your mouth. "I honestly didn't think I would get in."

"Of course you would. I mean, look at you. They would have been stupid, not too. "

"Not to, what?" Rafe stumbled into the kitchen, his hair messy from sleep as he wore only sweatpants, he smelt strongly of the night before and had a light sweat on his brow, clearing in the middle of a come down.

"Not accept her to their collage." Rose smiled as the kettle boiled.

Rafe nodded and grunted as he grabbed a cup before he paused. "Collage? What fucking collage?"

You had told him a million times that your dream was to go to Paris. Collage was the perfect way to have the chance to live there.

"Paris," Rose answered, slightly oblivious to the tension building in the room. You flinched as Rafe dropped his cup down, harder than needed on the side.

"Paris?"

"Yes, Rafe. Paris, " You muttered. It was meant to be the most exciting news to share with him, but with the way things had been, you hadn't got the chance.

He stared at you as you stared back. He was waiting for the punch line. It had to be a joke. You were leaving him.

"Rose? Have you seen my white Converse?" Wheezie asked as she entered the kitchen before looking between you and Rafe.

"No, honey. Maybe in the sunroom?" Rose suggested before going to look with her.

"Fucking Paris?" Rafe frowned

"Yes, Rafe fucking Paris" You said back, in a even tone.

"So you were just going to up and leave me?"

"No, I told you about this before. Not that I'd been accepted, but I've been wanting to go all year"

Soon, you were yelling at each other so loudly everyone in the house could hear.

"Just fuck off to Paris, then!" He yelled "I don't fucking need you anymore! Always dragging me down!"

"Oh, I'm planning too!" You snapped back. "Sorry to have been such a downer. I'll be gone in no time!"

"Good! I'll be fucking free!"

"So free! Have fun fucking the girl you have up stairs!"

"Wow. Jealous?!"

"Nothing to be jealous of," you said calmly. You never insulted him back before. Normally ending the arguments quickly but this time you were done "Just a drunk, drugged up dickhead"

He stared at you, "Fuck off" He muttered

"That's the plan." You didn't want to leave him behind, but you needed to go after your own future.

"Ready to go?" Sarah asked, looking between you. The looks you were throwing it each were deadly.

"Yeah. I'm done here." You pushed yourself off the island and left Rafe to watch you go, smashing the cup against the countertop after you left.

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You checked your passport, ticket, and flight number three times as you stood with your family and the Camerons, minus Rafe. Everyone hugged you goodbye. You subconsciously glanced around as you had the heavy feeling of something missing.

"You don't need him here," Sarah said softly as she pulled back from a long hug. "I'm sorry, I know you want him here. But you don't need him."

You nodded, knowing she was right. You didn't need the Rafe you'd seen recently, but part of you wished you had your Rafe there.

The one who gave your first kiss when you were worried you would never get one. The one who snuck into your room with your favourite ice cream after punching Hank Harrison and spent hours holding you. The one who checked in on you at parties. The one who took you to prom, claiming he was the only date worthy of you. You knew he'd threatened anyone who tried asking you, but at the time, you didn't care. You had your Rafe.

After a long goodbye and a final call for your flight, you made your way to the gate when you heard him calling your name over the sound of the music in your earphones.

You frowned, turning around slowly as Rafe Cameron ran towards you. He was completely out of breath when he made it to you, but he looked different.

His eyes were clearer, those gorgeous ocean blue again. He smelt of his cologne and not of the night before.

"Don't you dare tell me not to go." As a part of you was happy to see him, another was worried.

He shook his head and gently grabbed your arms. "No, no. I would never"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm going to miss my flight."

"I'll make it quick. I promise." He moved his hands to your cheeks when you didn't move away from his touch.

"What is it?"

"I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye," He whispered before slowly moving closer to you. "I'm so sorry, baby."

You sighed softly and nodded. Your heart rapidly beating in your chest.

"I have to go," you whispered, but you made no move to leave as they announced your flight again.

"I know, I know." He breathed as his lips made contact with yours.

You whimpered against him, unable to control it before deepening the kiss. The airline announcing they were on last check-in broke you apart.

"I love you," He whispered against your lips

"I know, I know." You breathed, pulled back. "I love you too."

"Go on, baby." He smiled, nodding towards your gate as the last few people walked through the doors.

You gave him a quick kiss again before hurrying away. Leaving him to watch you go with a smile on his face.

Just as you were setting your phone to airplane mode, you received a message:

'I'm getting clean. I mean it this time. I love you, I'm sorry I didn't say it before. I promise you, baby. I'll see you in week' Rafe sent a picture of a plane ticket he just purchased.

[maxwellatoms]

Do you have a favorite of your own characters? Or certain ones that you feel particularly connected to? I feel like creators tend to put bits of themselves into their characters--are any of them like that for you? Just wanna say your work is a huge inspiration to me and really helped shape my art and taste in media growing up, thanks for putting your work out into the world!!!

Theoretically, I love them all.

They're all a part of me in some way.

I've discovered over the years that I just can't handle characters I can't relate to. Most specifically, Billy, Mandy, and Grim are major facets of my personality. I purposefully related them to Freud's Id, Ego, and Superego, but they're all very specifically also a part of who I am. Billy is my fun-loving lust for freedom from schedules and consequences. Mandy is the part of me that realizes that Billy will destroy us all, so there must be structure. Grim is just trying to live his life. He wants to watch TV and pet cats, but life (unlife?) just won't give him a break. He's the viewpoint character to my Asperger's.

Irwin is the sad-sack/misguided hero redeemed, which is always a trope I love.

Eris is specifically the Discordian Eris, but also the extreme end of that Billy lust for freedom and the will of the RNG gods. (Good gravy -- my current BG3 playthrough)

Nergal is my love for Lovecraftian/Howardian Mesopotamian deities as has-beens.

Jeff the Spider (quite literally me at the time of his inception) was Too Nice, and therefore a sucker.

Hoss Delgado is the knowledge that if you gaze too long into the abyss... you end up with a chainsaw for a leg.

Then (because this is a collaboration) you've got characters who are primarily created by and representative of other people. For example, Fred Fredburger was created by C.H. Greenblatt. Sperg was created by Gord Zajac (as was Hoss, really). Boogey was created by Spencer Laudiero. All of these artists infused some piece of themselves into the character.

This is (IMO) where it gets fun. It's the ultimate Role Playing Game. It's childhood play made manifest. I've got my Luke Skywalker figure and you've got your Darth Vader figure and we've got two COBRA H.I.S.S. tanks and a Muffy from Battlestar Galactica and we're gonna hash this shit out.

Ideally, I think I'd want a "Simpsons World". A world where there are zero (or as close as possible) extraneous characters. Everyone represents something and everyone matters. I was so close with B&M. Fingers crossed I get there one day.

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Ok I got a bit of a doozy. What if Leon was told his s/o was an umbrella scientist. But through telling him, they start breaking down because the research they did was SUPPOSED to go towards curing diseases and helping the world. Like they were doing research for good but it was essentially stolen from them and twisted to become something destructive. Once they found out their work was stolen, they left umbrella.

I’m a grad student working in a lab and I also have Leon brain rot lol.

OKAY OH MY. i wrote this on my break and i’m so sorry it’s so short i had like 5 different routes to take for this </3 i feel like it’s so bad

edited note:: i am for sure writing more of this when i get home.

Coming home from the longest day ever- you work with Rebecca and today specifically made your head hurt so bad.

When you walk into yours and Leon’s shared apartment it’s so dark, the sound of people talking being heard from Leon’s office, causing your eyebrows to raise as you put your purse and jacket on the hook. Noticing another jacket next to Leon’s?

You pushed your shoes off, walking down the hall to his dimly lit office pushing the door open. Claire and Chris?

You felt their eyes turn to you as you checked behind the door trying not to knock anything over. Leon didn’t even greet you, his stare empty and the same with Claire and Chris.

“What’s wrong?”

You asked as you shut the door behind you, noticing they had multiple open files all over Leon’s desk. Claire reached over pressing play on the tape recorder they had laid out.

“Day 17, this is professor (Your last name).. I can’t do it. And i can’t figure out why they want this virus so bad. I made them a vaccine and they have yet to give it back.. The T virus will cause mass destruction.. and I created it.”

Your face was white as a ghost, staring at the group, Leon’s hands digging through the paperwork. He looked so overwhelmed and it broke your heart.

“So what? You’ve been a lie this whole time? You’ve heard what me and Claire went through with Raccoon City yet you can sleep peacefully next to me knowing you caused it.”

Leon’s words made tears build in your eyes as you shook your head, you had nothing to say. Or at least it wasn’t coming out, you walked over to the desk digging through the files yourself and god they had so many. Every research you’ve ever taken part of, every vaccine you’ve helped create, everything. You took in a deep breath as you pulled the T virus file, laying it on top of all of the others.

“They took it from me. You heard it on the tape, you think I would’ve let them take it if i knew what they were creating? We have to create a virus, to make a vaccine. Oh come on you guys know how science works”

You rambled as you stared over at Chris and Claire.

“I wanted to tell you guys.. I left umbrella, after the events of Raccoon city, they threatened my life. And when I was finally ready to confront you guys.. they crumbled..”

Leon flipped through the files again shaking his head seeing your ID shots.

“You guys have to believe me.. They lied to most of their workers just like they lied to you guys, to the world.”

They didn’t seem to understand, or even care. Your heart rate sped up at the thought of Leon and Claire in Raccoon city, you felt the vomit creeping up your throat as you pushed your way passed the desk, running to the bathroom. You heard the sound of running down the hallway as you threw up into the toilet bowl, before feeling Leon’s fingers run against your neck to push hair behind your ears.

When you finished, you collapsed back into Leon’s arms, grabbing at him sobbing about how sorry you were. Leon nodded his head as he helped you stand, pulling at the toilet paper to wipe your face as he nodded.

“It’s okay, I believe you.”

[gayleviticus]

I didn't really notice this before but it's interesting how in the dispute over whether Jesus is casting out demons because he himself is on the devils payroll in Matthew 12 - there's the famous bit about blasphemy against the Holy Spirit which lots of people get hung up on (and understandably so, esp if you struggle w scrupulousity and OCD - very inflammatory thing to put in the Bible @ God).

but Jesus then goes on to talk about good and bad fruits, and this line struck me: "Either make the tree out to be good and its fruit good, or make the tree out to be rotten and its fruit rotten; for the tree is known by its fruit."

you can kinda sense his frustration here. "make up your minds! either I'm doing something wrong or I'm not; can we not try to claim that I have some evil hidden ulterior motive that makes all the good things I'm doing secretly bad."

now sure, there are circumstances where people can do or support good things for bad reasons (nazis using anti Zionist sentiment as a dogwhistle; terfs making a song and dance about feminism - altho id argue neither of these groups are particularly 'doing' good things just hijacking them, but there are also just homophobic conservative churches that do run soup kitchens and food banks and yet that doesn't counterbalance the bad they do) or do bad things for what they perceive to be good reasons. but seems like what Jesus is talking about is again his old maxim of judge trees by their fruit; don't decide a priori that since X person is wrong therefore everything they do is tainted with wickedness.

blasphemy of the Holy Spirit happens when people see God at work doing good things and decide, in order to preserve their preconceived ideas about the way things are and what's good and bad, to call good evil.

and I think the reason that's an 'unforgivable' sin isn't necessarily because it's a particularly heinous one, but because it fundamentally warps your ability to interpret the actions of God. If you see God's goodness and mercy and grace at work in the world and decide well actually that's the Devil - how are you supposed to ever break out of that and truly recognise God? it's like when someone is hyped up on flat earth, creationism, anti vaxxer, protocols of the elders of Zion conspiracy theories; they've kinda destroyed their ability to even consider any alternative simply by loudly insisting any counterpoint is propaganda, any evidence to the contrary is fabricated, science itself is a hoax. blasphemy of the Holy Spirit is the same; people have destroyed any external benchmark (such as the harm and suffering being created) for judging their interpretations of scripture and faith.

and I can't help but think a bit on queer christians (as usual; I need to start finding other topics to get on my soapbox about), bc when we offer the fact that gay relationships or gender transition cultivate love and joy and peace and kindness and goodness, we get very much the same answer as Jesus' critics gave. "Pff. It's the work of the Devil." People a priori reject the good and life giving things we find in queerness because they don't want to deal with the implications of that. and so we get people insisting that bad trees can bear good fruit.

now in fairness they often do try for consistency and insist that actually this good fruit is a hollow lie and truly LGBTQ people are suffering underneath from living against God's will. but I think this view is losing its power bit by bit bc people understand it's asserting ideology over reality. it's a hard sell and not an intellectually serious position. either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree bad and its fruit bad

[hiemaldesirae]

Tis Arrax with more Fallen Angel Vox thoughts:

Vox DEFINITELY teases Alastor when Al joins the Hotel. He is, after all the Sin of Vanity so he KNOWS he looks good, and he also knows Alastor DESIRES him. (He just doesn't know how damn possessive Alastor is....or how powerful he actually made Alastor.)

Vox's dates go missing, and Cannibal town gets plenty of food after Alastor joins the newly named Hazbin Hotel (Vox: "I don't think I'm a Hazbin..."

Angel: "Aren't you grounded for seducing then killing someone important in the human world? I think that qualifies as a Hazb--OW! Something bit me!" Holds up his arm that now has a large chunk missing from it.

Vox: gently stretches, one wing curling around Alastor. "Luci will forgive me...and besides I like helping Charlie. Also, I got to remeet an old...humm friend," he purrs eyes hot as he glances at the still deer demon.)

Alastor secretly collects Vox's feathers and creates a pillow when he has a pillow with them when he has enough.

oh my god LMFAOO people going up to vox and flirting with him and he's like acting all coy and suddenly alastor just appears from behind and fucking chomps their heads off whole while vox just watches with a smile. like hold on heres a diagram (alastor gets better hair because his wife is literally the sin of vanity so like. if he still has that ugly haircut its like some sort of cardinal sin against vox id say)

also vox not knowing how powerful alastor actually is is so funny to me. lucifer pulls up to the hotel for a visit, looks at alastor and sees the way he's looking at his little brother, senses the pure amount of power dripping off of him and immediately goes "VERCHIAL WHAT DID YOU DO ?????" and vox is like 'wowww pulling out the true name huh. all i did was give little bambi there a little bit of a boost!! he was too cute not to' meanwhile lucifer and alastor are locked in a very intense staring contest

[chrollo-lucilfers-chains]

Chrollo x gn!reader

His s/o gets taken.

Warnings: Kidnapping (it's not Chrollo tho), murder

Part 1

It has happened.

Chrollo hadn't thought this day would come, especially not so soon. But it had come and he hadn't been prepared.

He's in the middle of finishing someone off when you call him.

Standing on a balcony, the wind blowing strongly so far up, he holds a trembling man by his neck. The man is an unimportant informant of the government and he'd been involved in the troupe's latest heist so he has to be disposed of.

Chrollo has him dangling over the balcony's edge, desperately pleading at him to spare his life.

Without any expression Chrollo ends his victims miserable suffering with a snap of the wrist and lets him fall, pulling out his phone instead. Why would you call him, especially in the middle of the night?

He's told you to never interrupt him with unnecessary calls before. Given, it had been under the pretense of potential interruptions of his 'job', which wasn't really wrong but it didn't give you a lot of information either. You'd understood, of course.

To see your caller ID on his screen now alerted him greatly and so he picked up with a short 'Yes?' only to get interrupted by your strangely hushed voice.

"Chrollo? Oh thank God, it was the right number. I'm sorry to call you this late but I didn't know who else to call! There is someone in my house."

Chrollo's blood runs cold, his face hardening.

"I don't know what they want but there's three or four of them and they're searching for me. I'm hiding in the closet but I don't know how long it takes till they find me!"

He gives a meaningful glance to Pakunoda.

"Shh, calm down, it's going to be okay, angel!", he shushes you in the faked, softer voice that he uses with you so often, not wanting the noise of your whispers to alert your intruders.

His eyes flicker over to Pakunoda who immediately nods and leaves the room in a hurry.

"I'm coming to get you, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm on my way."

Chrollo stays on the phone as he rushes down the halls. When he reaches Pakunoda, who's already pulled up a car, he gets in and they speed into the night.

In the silent car he can hear your voice clearer than before. No nightbreeze is lashing around him and so he hears the quiet sobs. You're crying, Chrollo notes with displeasure.

"I think they're getting closer, Chrollo. I'm scared", you whimper, your voice clearly trembling.

Chrollo clenches his jaw and closes his eyes.

Six minutes until he'll arrive.

As he focuses on forming a plan how to get you out without alerting the intruders your voice sounds through the phone in a desperate whisper.

"They're infront of the closet!", Chrollo listens as you hold your breath. Everything is silent until a voice cuts through the speakers.

"Well hello there, princess!"

You let out a hitched breath. "Plea- Please, I don't know what you want but just leave, I don't have anything to steal!!"

"Heh, agree to disagre- Wait, is that a phone?"

Chrollo can make out commotion on the other side of the connection. He imagines you holding on to the phone, not daring to let go. Then he hears a scream. Your scream, to be exact and his eyes flash open with rage. Did the guy just hit you?!

There are a few wimpers and then the connection turns silent.

Chrollo ends the call and takes a deep breath as he composes himself. He sits silently in the car, his face mimicking that of a corpse. Shalnark already accessed the needed data and cameras to know where they've taken you. Pakunoda and Nobunaga are now with their boss, on their way to your location.

In the silence of the car Chrollo thinks about you and the person you are, always so ready to give everything. So eager to help him with whatever he needs.

And he takes it. He takes without a concern in the world.

All the years of being starved of human kindness and touch seem to be melting away whenever he's with you, sinking into your warm embrace when you hold him like he could slip away any moment.

His eyes flicker between the buildings passing by. The moonlit night makes it harder to discern them from one another and paints them in a cold light

Somebody is going to die tonight.

[someghostwriter]

Pairing: Alastor x Vox

Tags: angst, abandonment issues, dependency, anxiety, alastor's soul is owned, choking, lying,

A/N: alastor loves him back, but he knows that nothing good will ever work out, not for him.

Alastor walked with vox in silence, too comfortable with arms interlocked in a way Alastor remembered doing to be respectful to his mother- a mannerism he was taught easily.

Vox was rambling about something. He knew that Alastor didnt always pay full attention, just liking that he could put it out into the world. He spoke of buisness ideas as if they were the closest of friends, because they were. They were really close.

Alastor might not share everything but Vox stayed and never pried. Alastor would get distant sometimes, but Vox would just give him space and assured he was there. They were friends.

But Alastor made a deal when he was alive. He regretted it- something he wasnt able to even utter a word about or he'd feel the chain constrain around his throat and choke. One that came to bite him in the ass.

Vox was walking him home, and Alastor was preparing to break his heart.

He didnt want to. But he wasnt suprised it came to this. He knew if he didnt push him away, make him hate alastor, Vox would stoll care. He would press, he would fight for alastor and get himself killed.

It was personal too. He told himself that it was for his own good. He didnt want to wonder if vox was ok, he didnt want to get killed, he didnt want to be annoyed by him when he got back.

If he came back.

Walking up to the door to his home, he turned to the now quiet Vox, wearing a saddened smile plastered on the deer's face. A deep breath to prepare himself.

"Are you ok al-"

"I need you to leave. Forever."

Vox's face lit up with suprise, his mismatched eyes flickering between alastors and almost cracking his pokerface. He remained silent, urging him to speak.

"I dont like you Vox. I never have. I am tired of you following me around like a helpless puppy, and if it werent for your power id kill you right here." Alastor spoke, the threat leaving him easily. He tried to pretend he wasnt taklking to vox. It wasnt helping much.

"Alastor, are you fucking with me?" Hurt sunk into the tv's voice. Alastor wanted to laugh like it was a joke, but his lies.. he hated lying. It was horrible. Instead, Alastor stared at the man holding his face unfaltering.

"You- you dont like me. Have you been fucking with me this whole time?" Vox grabbed his shoulders, and Alastor flinched out of his grasp "You.. After all the shit ive told you? Youre just telling me you kept me round just to get dirt or some shit?"

Alastor's brain seemed to fuzz out. He spoke, but all he knew was Vox's waves- his electricity connecting with his radio as if to test the waters as the arguement went on.

When Alastor cut off the connection, Vox left him standing there. Alastor turned around and went into his home, to try and pretend as if he didnt care. But god, did he want to kill everyone around him to get over his self loathing.

Too bad he didnt have any time, he had to hold his end of the contract.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 2

Masterlist

Dean was standing by a doorway, looking at (y/n)'s dead  body, sadly. Bobby arrives, holding a bucket of fried chicken.  "Dean? Brought you this back." Bobby said to him. "No, thanks. I'm fine." Dean mutters. "You should eat something." Bobby tells him. "I said I'm fine." Dean said, roughly, and he takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey.

"How's Sam?" He asked Bobby. "He's doing better. He's resting right now." Bobby said and Dean nods as he continues to stare at (y/n)'s body. "Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time...we bury (y/n)?" Bobby asked him. "No." Dean said, firmly. "We could...maybe..." Bobby said. "What? Torch her corpse? Not yet." Dean said, calmly.

"I want you to come with me." Bobby said to Dean. "I'm not going anywhere." Dean said. "Dean, please." Bobby pleads and Dean turns to him, sharply. "Would you cut me some slack?" He growls at Bobby, angrily.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help." Bobby said and Dean snorts. "Something big is going down – end-of-the world big." Bobby said. "Well, then let it end!" Dean yells.

"You don't mean that." Bobby said and Dean gets up and stands in Bobby's face. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here." Dean yells at him and Bobby stands there, shaking his head.

"Go!" Dean yells, shoving Bobby. Then he stops. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go." Dean said to him, contritely. "You know where I'll be." Bobby said as he turns away. He turns his back on Dean and leaves the room. Dean swallows hard, and looks at (y/n)'s body; a tear falls from his eye.

Later, he stands near the bed that (y/n)'s body was on. "You know...before he died, your dad called me and said he wanted to meet me. We met up at a diner and he told me about his diagnosis. He said I was the first person to know about his cancer as he hadn't told you or my dad about it yet." Dean said then he takes a sip of whiskey again and sets the bottle down.

"Anyway, he told me that he had a job for me. I asked him what it was and he said After I die, I want you to watch over (y/n) and protect her. You're one of, if not the only, person I trust to watch over her. Can you promise me that? And I told him I would. I told him he could trust me. I had two jobs, watching you and Sam...And I screwed up one of them." Dean said then he stops and looks down as he bites his lips.

"I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He said and he wipes tears from his face. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. I let your dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" Dean said then he begins to cry. "What am I supposed to do? (Y/n). God." He mutters, tearfully. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked then he inhales sharply.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" He yells in anger.

That night, Dean drives recklessly, looking pale and determined, down the pavement then he turns off to a dirt road. He stops on a dirt road and inserts several items into a box, including a fake photo ID of himself. He buries the box in the middle of a crossroads and stands.

Several seconds pass in silence, as he looks right and left. "Oh come on already. Show your face, you bitch!" Dean growls, impatiently. Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appears. "Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors." She said and Dean turns to her as she flashes red eyes for a moment. 

"Dean. It is so, so good to see you." She said and she inhales sharply. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your dad and your little girlfriend killed. Your heart shattered to pieces. It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment." She said and she walks to Dean, face to face. "Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses." She said.

"I should send you straight back to hell." Dean said, with a growl. "Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why." The demon said. "Oh yeah?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little (y/n) back from the dead, and—let me guess— you're offering up your own soul?" She asked.

"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. All you got to do is bring (y/n) back. And give me ten years—ten years, and then you come for me." Dean said. "You must be joking." The demon said in disbelief.

"That's the same deal you give everybody else." Dean said to her. "You're not everybody else." She said then she leans in to Dean's ear. "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway." She said and Dean nods.

"Nine years."

"No."

"Eight." Dean said and the demon laughs. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no." She said. "Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer— five years or no deal." Dean said and the demon leans in said for a kiss but stops and whispers. "Then no deal." 

"Fine." Dean said.

"Fine." The demon said and she walks away. "Make sure you bury (y/n) before she starts stinking up the joint." The demon said and Dean flinches. "Wait." He said and the demon stops in her tracks. "It's a fire sale, and everything must go." She said, softly.

"What do I have to do?" Dean asked in a desperate voice. "First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff." The demon said as she turns back to Dean. "Look...Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a...puppy. You're just too fun to play with." She said then she sighs. "I'll do it." She said.

"You'll bring her back?" Dean asked her, shocked. "I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year, and one year only. But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. (Y/n) drops dead. She's back to rotten meat in no time. So...It's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?" The demon asked him. Dean grabs the demon and kisses her to seal the deal.

Back at the abandoned house, (y/n)'s eyes open wide and she sits up on the mattress, looking around, confused, and breathing heavily.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I stand in front of a mirror examining my back, wincing in pain. I could see that there was a scar on my back. I stare at it when the door opens and Dean enters the room. "(Y/n)? Thank God." He whispers. "Hey." I said as I lower my shirt and turn to him. 

Then Dean comes up to me and wraps his arms around me hugs me, briefly. I hug him back then he pulls his head back to look at me then, quickly, he leans in and kisses me. I was shocked by this but all I could think about was Finally! and I kiss him back as I place my arms around his neck.

After a few minutes of us sharing this kiss, we pull back and stare at each other in the eyes. "Well, that's one helluva a way to say hello." I said, laughing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, (y/n). I'm just...I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all." Dean said and I smirk a bit. "Don't be sorry." I said as I lean up and kiss him, lightly, on the lips and he kisses back, cupping my face in his hands. After a few moments, we break the kiss and I felt my lips twitch up in a smile.

"Come on, sit down." Dean said to me and he takes my hand as we go to sit down. "Okay. Dean...what happened to me?" I asked him. "Well, what do you remember?" Dean asked me. "I-I saw you and Bobby, and...I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like...white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and...that's about it." I replied as I try to think back.

"Yeah, that— that kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood, you know....It was pretty touch and go for awhile." Dean said. "But Dean, you can't— you can't patch up a wound that bad." I said to him. "No, Bobby could. Who was that kid, anyway?" Dean asked me. "His name's Jake. Did you get him?" I asked. "No, he disappeared into the woods." Dean said.

"Where's Sam?" I asked as I look around. "He's with Bobby. Jake attacked him but he wasn't badly injured like you." Dean said. "We got to find Jake, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." I grolwed and I stand up with Dean following suit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" He asked me and I nod. "I'm starving. Come on." Dean said to me and he takes my hand again and we head out.

"And that's when you guys showed up." I said as Dean and I sit at a table full of food. "That's awful. Poor Andy." Dean said. "The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive." I said to him. "He told you that?" Dean asked. "Yep." I said then I scoff. "He appeared in a dream." I said.

"He tell you anything else?" Dean asked me. "No. No. That was it. Nothing else." I said, shaking my head. "You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake, Sam and I get away?" I asked him, confused. "Well, I mean, they left you and Sam for dead. I'm sure they thought it was over." Dean said and he eats a large bite of pizza and turning away.

"So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?" Dean asked me. "I don't know. But whatever it is, we got to stop him." I said. "Well, hold on. You need to get your rest. We got time." Dean assures me. "No, we don't." I said. "(Y/n), oceans aren't boiling, okay? Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first." Dean said.

"Well did you call the roadhouse? They know anything?" I asked him and his face turns to sadness. "Yeah." He said and he looks away. "Dean...what is it?" I asked, softly. "The roadhouse burned to the ground. Ash is dead. Probably Ellen— a lot of other hunters, too." Dean said and I gasped as tears formed in my eyes.

"Demons?" I asked. "Yeah, we think so. We think because Ash found something." Dean replied. "What did he find?" I asked. "Bobby's working on that right now." Dean said. "Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away." I said and I begin to stand. Dean stands up also and grabs me by the shoulders.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, (y/n), stop! Damn it. You almost died in there. I mean, what would I've — can't you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?" Dean pleads to me. "I'm sorry. No." I said and Dean shakes his head.

*3rd Person POV*

After knocking, Bobby opens the door and looks at (y/n) with astonishment. "Hey, Bobby." Dean greets as he looks at Bobby and looks away again almost immediately. "Hey, Bobby." (Y/n) said. "(Y/n). It's good to...see you up and around." Bobby said to her. "Yeah...thanks for patching me up." She said and pats Bobby on the shoulder and walks past him into the house.

"Don't mention it." Bobby said and Dean follows. Bobby looks at him hard, vibrating with unspoken emotion. "Well (y/n)'s better. And we're back in it now, so...what do you know?" Dean asked as Sam comes into the room and stops in his tracks when he sees (y/n).

"Hey, Sammy." She said, smiling, and Sam looks over at Dean and Bobby, quickly, then he looks back at her. "Hey, (y/n)! Good to see you." He said and the two hug each other while Sam glares over at Dean.

"Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means." Bobby said to the trio. "What is it?" (Y/n) asked. "Demonic omens...like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." He said as he points to Wyoming on a map. "All around here, except for one place...Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" Dean and Sam asked. "Yeah. That one area's totally clean – spotless. It's almost as if..." Bobby stops. "What?" (Y/n) asked. "The demons are surrounding it." Bobby replied.

"But you don't know why?" Dean asked. "No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, (y/n), would you two take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't." Bobby said. "Yeah, sure." The two said as Bobby looks at Dean.

"Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in." Bobby said. "Yeah." Dean said, nodding, and the two men walk out.

Dean and Bobby were walking in the junkyard when Bobby stops and turns to face Dean. "You stupid ass! What did you do?" Bobby asked him and Dean looks away. "What did you do?!" He asked, angrily, and he pushes Dean. "You made a deal...For (y/n), didn't you? How long did they give you?" Bobby asked him, angrily.

"Bobby." Dean said, exasperated. "How long?!" Bobby asked, angrily. "One year." Dean replied after a few moments of silence. "Damn it, Dean." Bobby growls. "Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right?" Dean said and Bobby grabs him by the collar.

"I could throttle you!" He growls. "What, and send me downstairs ahead of schedule?" Dean asked him and Bobby let's him go. "What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad. You're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit." Bobby said. "That's my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby. I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? I--I--It's like my life could mean something." Dean said.

"What? And it didn't before?! Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!" He asked as he grabs Dean again. "I couldn't let her die, Bobby." Dean said, choking up. "I couldn't. I love her." He admits, a tear running down his face, and Bobby's eyes widen at this.

"And how is (y/n) gonna feel when she knows your going to hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?" Bobby asked him. "You can't tell her. You take a shot at me, whatever you got to do, but please don't tell her or Sam." Dean said and Bobby begins to cry, grabbing Dean's chin.

Suddenly there was a clank from a distant part of the junkyard. The two crawl to the side of a car, and grab the intruder. Once they have her by the shoulders, they recognize her as Ellen.

"Ellen?" Dean asked and Ellen nods then she starts to cry. "Ellen. Oh, God." Bobby whispers and they embrace.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Ellen and Bobby were sitting at a table as he pours her a shot of liquid from a flask and pushes it towards her. "Bobby, is this really necessary?" She asked him, annoyed. "Just a belt of Holy Water. Shouldn't hurt." Bobby said. 

She lifts the shot glass to her mouth and swallows the water, no reaction. "Whiskey now, if you don't mind." She said and Bobby nods. "Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Dean asked her. "I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else." Ellen said then she scoffs. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck." She said as Bobby brings her the whiskey. She drinks it and exhales sharply.

"Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice." She said then she sighs. "He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes." Ellen said.

"Sorry, Ellen." Sam and I said to her, sadly, and she begins to tear up. "A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live. Lucky me." She scoffs, sadly.

"Ellen, you mentioned a safe." Bobby said and she nods. "A hidden safe we keep in the basement." She replied. "Demons get what was in it?" Bobby asked. "No." She said and she pulls out a map from her pocket, unfolding it and setting it down on the table. It had several black lines and X's on it.

"Wyoming. What does that mean?" Dean asked as he points to the lines.

Later, Bobby was reading from a large book and comes back into the room. "I don't believe it." He said as he sets the book on a table. "What? You got something?" Sam asked. "A lot more than that. Each of these X's..." He said as he points to the marks on the map. "...Is an abandoned frontier church— all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt." Bobby said.

"Samuel Colt— the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?" I asked, shocked. "Yep. And there's more. He built private railway lines..." Bobby explains as hee points to the black lines on the map. "...connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this." He said as he connects the points on the map until the shape of a star is made.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is." Dean said. "It's a Devil's Trap. A 100-square mile Devil's Trap." Sam said. "That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross." I said. "I've never heard of anything that massive." Ellen said, shocked. "No one has." Bobby said.

"And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" Dean asked. "Definitely." Sam said. "How do you know?" Dean asked. "All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in." Sam said. "Yeah, well...they're trying." Bobby points out.

"Why? What's inside?" Ellen asked. "That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." Dean said after he looks over the map. "Well what's so important about a cemetery or...what's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asked.

"Well, unless..." I muttered as I think. "Unless what?" Bobby asked me. "What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?" I asked. "Now that's a comforting thought." Ellen mutters. "Yeah, you think?" Dean mutters.

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam asked him. "This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across." Bobby said and I raise my head. "No. But Sam and I know who could." I said and the others look up at me.

That night, we go up towards the cemetery and see Jake walking towards a crypt. Dean stands behind a large tomb, a gun in hand. "Howdy, Jake." Sam greets as he, Bobby, Ellen and I appear, surrounding him. Jake looks at Sam then at me, a look of shock on his face.

"Wait...you were dead. I killed you." He said to me. "Yeah? Well next time, finish the job." I spat at him. "I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." He said and I glance at Dean, who lowers his eyes briefly. "I know I wasn't able to kill Sam as I was chased away too soon. But you....You can't be alive. You can't be." He said to me.

"Okay, just take it real easy there, son." Bobby said. "And if I don't?" Jake asked. "Wait and see." I said. "What, you a tough woman all of a sudden? What are you gonna do— kill me?" Jake asked me. "It's a thought." I said. "You had your chance. You couldn't." Jake said. "I won't make that mistake twice." I growled and Jake begins to laugh.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean asked him. "Hey Lady, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head." Jake said to Ellen and she shakily points her gun at her temple and all of us look at this in shock. "See that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn." Jake said.

"Let her go." Sam yells at hi.

"Shoot him." Ellen said in a trembling voice.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off." Jake said and everyone pauses. "Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." Jake said as he nods at Ellen then the boys and I drop our guns.

"Okay. Thank you." Jake said and he turns around and pulls the Colt out of his pocket. While he is inserting it into the crypt, Dean and Bobby grab Ellen before she can shoot herself just as I raise my hand out and made two guns fly into my hands. I toss one gun to Sam and both of us shoot Jake a few times in the back.

Jake falls onto the ground, and I walk to stand over him. "Please...don't. Please." Jake pleads between each gasping breath but I shoot him three more times in the chest, blood spatters onto my face. Ellen and Bobby walk past me, with Bobby staring at me hard. Dean and Sam walk over to look at Jake, then at me as I wipe the blood from my face.

The five of us look over to the crypt as two separate engravings on the crypt spin in different directions, then stop. "Oh, no." Bobby whispers. "Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked. "It's hell." Bobby replied as Dean pulls the Colt from the Crypt.

"Take cover— now!" Bobby shouts and all of us run behind tombstones as the doors to the crypt burst open. A large black mass erupts from the other side and shoots outward. "What the hell just happened?!" Dean asked. "That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell." Ellen shouts at us as we stay down for cover.

*3rd Person POV*

"Come on! We gotta shut that gate!" Ellen shouts and her, Bobby, Sam and (y/n) go towards the gates to shut it while Dean checks the Colt for bullets. "If the demon gave this to Jake...then maybe..." Dean mutters when thunder crashes and the Yellow Eyed Demon appears behind him. He flings the Colt out of Dean's hand and into his own. Dean looks over at him, astonished.

"Boys shouldn't play with Daddy's guns." The Demon said and he throws Dean into the air, where he hits his head on a tombstone and lies there, stunned.

Bobby, Sam, Ellen and (y/n) were struggling to close the crypt door when Sam and (y/n) look over and see Dean down, and then see the Demon who looks at them and smiles.

"Dean!" They shouted and the two let go of the gate door and run toward Dean. But the Demom then throws the two against a couple of nearby trees. "I'll get to you in a minute, kiddos. But I'm proud of both of you— knew you two had it in you." The demon said and turns to Dean, who was struggling upright, then the Demon throws him against a post.

"Sit a spell." He said, smiling. "So, Dean...I gotta thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people, unless a deal is made. I know, red tape— it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, (y/n)'s back in rotation. And Sam seems to be in better shape after that stab wound to the side." The Demon said then he laughs. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I like them better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me— have you ever heard the expression, If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?" The Demon asked 

"You call that deal good?" Dean asked  "Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean..." the Demon said and he approaches Dean to speak to him face-to-face. "...you saw what your precious girlfriend just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" He asked then he chuckles as Dean glares up at him. "How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100%, pure, (y/n)?" The Demon said while Sam and (y/n) look over at them, horrified.

"You of all people should know, that's what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway...thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family and the girl you love." The Demon said then he stands up and cocks the Colt and aims it at Dean.

But then John Winchester and (father's name) (l/n) grab the demon from behind. The body the demon possessed falls to the ground, the gun still in hand, while John, (father's name) and the cloud of smoke wrestle. The demon pushes the two to the ground and enters the body once more.

When he stands up, Dean is pointing the Colt at him, and shoots him in the heart. The demon then falls to the ground, dead.

Bobby and Ellen finally close the gate doors and turn to see John and (father's name). Dean stands up and faces his dad as he walks forward, and smiles at Dean, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. (Y/n) stares at her dad in shock as he turns to face her and gives her a proud smile. He walks up to her and placed in hand on her shoulder and the other han don her cheek as a tear runs down her face.

Sam approaches his family and Dean and John both look at Sam, and John and Sam nod at each other. (Father's name) pats his daughter's shoulder then he turns to the boys. They look at him and (father's name) smiles and nods at the two boys, especially to Dean. He nods at Dean as if to say thank you and, with another look at Dean, John and (father's name) step back and disappear into white light.

The trio look at each other then they stand over the demon's smoking body, astonished. "Well, check that off the to-do list." Dean said, laughing a little. "You did it." Sam said, astonished. "I didn't do it alone." Dean said as he smiles at Sam and (y/n).

"Do you think our Dads really...do you think they really climbed outta hell?" (Y/n) asked Dean. "The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it...it would be them." Dean replied.

"Where do you think they are now?" Sam asked. "I don't know." Dean replied, shaking his head. "I kind of can't believe it, boys. I mean...our whole lives, everything...has been prepping for this, and now I...I kind of don't know what to say." (Y/n) said, chuckling. "Me either." Sam said. "I do." Dean said and he leans closer to the body. "That was for our families...you son of a bitch." Dean growls.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"You know, when Jake saw me...it was like he saw a ghost." I said to Dean as he and I walk towards the Impala, Sam was helping Bobby and Ellen. Dean, who was opening a door to the car, stops then shuts the door to stand next to me then scoffs. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me." I said to him. "Glad he was wrong." Dean said.

"I don't think he was, Dean." I said as I look at him. "What happened? After I was stabbed?" I asked him. "I already told you." Dean replied and I shake my head. "Not everything." I said.

"(Y/n), we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?" Dean asked me, agitated. "Did I die?" I asked him. "Oh, come on." Dean said, exasperated. "Did you sell your soul for me, like John did for you?" I asked. "Oh, come on! No!" Dean exclaims, angrily, but I continue to stare at him.

"Tell me the truth." I said and Dean sniffs. "Dean, tell me the truth." I plead, softly. "(Y/n)..." Dean whispers then he chuckles and I gasp at this.

"How long do you get?" I asked, my voice breaking. "One year." Dean replied and I nod, tears pouring down my face. "I got one year." Dean said.

"You shouldn't've done that. How could you do that?" I asked Dean as I turn back to him. "Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I--I care about you, (y/n). I-I couldn't lose you." Dean said and he looks at me and we stare at each other for a few seconds. "I love you, (y/n) and I don't care if you don't feel the same way but I'd do it again if I could. It's my job to protect you." Dean said but then I lean up and kissed him.

"What makes you think I don't share the same feeling?" I asked him and he stares at me, shocked. "What?" He said and I chuckled. "I'll admit, I've always held feelings for you for awhile....I was just too stubborn to tell you." I said and I take his hand in mine. "But you don't think it's my job to protect you too? You've saved my life over and over. You've saved Sam's life as well. I mean, you sacrifice everything for us. Don't you think I'd do the same for you?" I asked him and he looks at me.

"I love you, Dean. And...there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, Sam and I are gonna get you out of this. Guess we gotta save your ass for a change." I said and Dean smirks a bit. "Yeah." He said then he places his arms around me, pulls me towards him and leans in and kisses me and I kiss him back.

"Well...Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate." Ellen said and Dean and I break the kiss as we see her, Bobby and Sam coming towards us. "How many you think?" Dean asked.

"Hundred. Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army." Sam said, shrugging. "Hope to hell you three are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun." Bobby said and Dean and I exchange a look. "Well, then..." Dean said, smiling, and he takes my hand in his and the two of us and Sam go to the trunk of the Impala.

Dean opens it and throws the Colt inside and closes it. "...we got work to do." He said.

@cevans-winchester @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @rach5ive

[forcemasculinisation]

god id love to do sports but i’m phys disabled… i need another guy to comfort me about this. with tongue.

Thank you for your ask, anon. I obviously don't know how your physical disability exactly affects you, however there are many types of sports out there that I personally would view as masc that aren't so physically demanding. Just a few examples being:

Pool.

Darts.

Chess or any other strategic board game.

Even so, just the participation in the social aspect of sports, supporting teams (and betting, if you do so very responsibly) can give you a similar sense of male community. Most men I know actually prefer to watch it than partake in it. I can't attend my male-dominated classes without hearing guys screaming about football. Following the Olympics or the World Cup or the NBA can be intruiging, and can help you find men with similar interests to you.

Sports is not the be-all-end-all with masculinity. There are many things that I'd like to get into with this account. For me, my main masculine outlet is vintage gaming and console modification. But I understand your desire to pursue a sport. Hopefully my advice is somehow useful to you, anon.

(Although, I'm sure there are guys who would love to make out with you about this.)

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭

Threatening Bucky’s club — his family — would only lead to the reaper knocking on your door. Nothing would stop him from burning the world to the ground if it meant his family would be safe.

It’s a pity the poor fool didn’t realise this, until it was too late.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes & Biker!Steve Rogers ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes & Biker!Peter Parker

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Gun violence, car/bike chase, light angst, fluff, Bucky is protective

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✰ I wanted to develop Peter and Bucky's relationship in this AU, and what's better to do that than some fast action and putting lives on the line? ✰ For those who have watched SOA as religiously as I have, you may recognise this.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✰ Burn It Down by AWOLNATION

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was widely known amongst everyone in the club that the President’s patience was not to be tested, not if you wanted to keep all of your teeth. Patience was relative, in this case, and it made Steve nervous. Bucky could see it - the click and twitch of Steve’s jaw, the slight pinch to his brow that made him look about ten years older. 

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, Stevie,” Bucky snapped, inhaling another drag from his cigarette. “You’ll end up in Stephen’s fuckin’ office, beggin’ him to fix your pretty face.”

Bucky did not make it a habit to smoke, let alone chain smoke, but today had been the exception. Sitting on the precipice of tumbling down the cliff and into that rage that simmered deep in his veins, god, it was too tempting. 

“Do I need to call Sweets?” Steve asked as he scuffed his boot against gravel, watching as their ‘partners’ drove off from the meet up.

“Fuck no,” Bucky growled, lighting another smoke and taking another drag. “She doesn’t get involved in club business, you fuckin’ know that.”

Steve sighed quietly and fished his phone out from his pockets - no doubt to text Nat. 

The meet up hadn’t gone as planned, and now Bucky faced the prospect of cleaning out their cash stores, or armoury - depending on whether he wanted to start a war - to make good on a deal that would only bring trouble. 

Bucky shoved the cigarette into the dirt and stubbed it out with the heel of his boot. “I want Church in an hour,” he looked up at Steve to find him already watching his every move. “No one can skip, this shit needs a solution.”

“On it,” said Steve, when the sound of Bucky’s phone ringing gave them pause.

Bucky pulled his phone from his kutte and stared at the ID. Peter. “Why the fuck is the kid callin’ me?”

“He went out on errands this mornin’,” Steve answered, mounting his bike and settling in for the ride back. “Might be calling to see if we want somethin’ picked up.”

“Who fuckin’ knows,” Bucky sighed. The phone rang once more and Bucky answered. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for what happened next.

“Boss! I need- I need help!”

Bucky’s gaze snapped to Steve who sat straighter in his seat. “Peter, hold on-”

“Please! I don’t know what happened, I was riding back but these cars came outta nowhere and I can’t shake ‘em!” Peter sounded winded, the panic was constricting his chest like a vice and the sound of wind in the speaker was a sign he was moving, and fast.

“Fuck.” Bucky nodded at Steve once but he was already on the phone, rallying the family. “Peter, listen to me-”

“I dunno what to do, Boss, please!”

It was moments like this that reminded Bucky just how young Peter was - he wasn’t scarred by the life, he was a smart kid, but he didn’t have the same level of street smarts as the rest. No doubt after this, that would change. 

“Listen, Peter!” Bucky barked, his bike roaring to life. “We’re gonna give you an escort home,” he looked to Steve who was still on the phone, his Harley rumbling as it idled. “Head down the interstate, we’ll catch you up!”

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry, Boss, please-”

“Peter, just go!” Bucky snapped, hanging up and shoving the phone back in his kutte. “Let’s go,” Bucky directed at Steve, and they rode away from the abandoned lot, kicking up gravel in their wake. 

Their bikes tore down streets and around corners ‘till they came to the interstate. “It’s too busy!” Steve yelled over the wind and Bucky nodded. 

“Good cover!” Bucky shouted back as they merged, weaving through cars and trucks when loud rumbles sounded behind them. Bucky watched in his mirror as Sam came up next to him, Thor and all the others following in formation behind. 

The gun in Bucky’s holster was loaded and set, his family was here - now they just had to find Peter. 

Bucky led them around another truck when he spotted two cars chasing a bike - a Dyna. “There he is!” Bucky shouted over the wind and redlined his bike, the engine roaring as he took off like a bullet, weaving between cars. Steve was just behind him while Sam and the others rode down the shoulder. 

Bucky would never admit it aloud, let alone to you, but he had a soft spot for Peter - the kid learnt fast, he was almost fearless, and hell, he had balls of steel when the need arose. 

Peter wouldn’t get hurt, not on his watch. 

The bikes behind Bucky roared when he gestured to circle around, Sam in the lead while he and Steve took a direct route, right next to the cars chasing Peter. They were sleek, subtle; if they weren’t chasing a member of his family, Bucky likely wouldn’t have picked them out on an interstate. 

One of the cars swerved to run Bucky off the road and he snarled, pulling free his gun to aim at the carriage of the car. The shot rang out like a whip crack but the car didn’t slow. “Steve!” Bucky yelled and Steve’s Harley tore past him towards Peter, the hive mind of brotherhood working in his favour - protect our own. “Fuckin’ dare you to run me off the road, bastards!”

Sam and the others were surrounding Peter, and for the singular second Bucky could watch, Peter’s shoulders were shaking while Steve rode next to him. An untethered rage overtook his body and his mind screamed at him to protect, to maim. 

He fired off another shot, this time directly at the car’s front tire. The explosion of rubber was deafening and the car swerved towards the barrier out of control, narrowly missing the tail of Bucky’s Indian. “Fuckers!” 

Bucky shifted gears and rode to take his place right next to Peter, the back riders parting like the red sea to let him through. “Back to the clubhouse!” Peter nodded and Bucky could see the tear tracks down his face and the trembling hold on his throttle. There was nothing he could do to comfort Peter here, they had to get home. 

The second car gave chase until they hit the turn off towards home, and Bucky knew Steve had memorised the plate - he would get Peter to run it once the edge of his panic had worn off. Whichever enemy of theirs had targeted Peter, they wouldn’t live to regret it. 

However, facing both you and Nat when Peter was on the verge of nervous collapse also wasn’t ideal, either. “Pull off!” Bucky yelled, gesturing to the service road that was surrounded by a grove of trees on one side. The bikes purred as they turned and pulled into the wide bay by the trees. “Christ,” he breathed, yanking off his helmet and dismounting. 

Peter was chalk white, his eyes wide with fear - whether that was of the prospect of Bucky losing his shit at him, or the fact that he had just been chased, Bucky couldn’t tell. “What happened?” Bucky asked once he had forced Peter into sitting down on the gravel before he could actually fall. 

Bucky watched Peter’s throat work furiously around the ball of emotion that had wedged itself, preventing anything intelligible making its way out. “Sam, water,” Bucky ordered. A second later a bottle was pushed into his outstretched hand, and he offered it to Peter wordlessly. 

“I dunno what happened, Boss,” Peter rushed, and Bucky crouched down, careful to move slowly. “They came outta nowhere, I was just starting to ride back home when I saw them.” A slight pause interrupted his tirade. “You guys came outta nowhere, you were faster than bullets!”

Sam chuckled and shifted. “We protect our own, Pete.”

Without moving his gaze from Peter’s pale face, Bucky addressed Steve. “You got the plates?”

Steve crouched next to Bucky and nodded. “We’ll run ‘em when we get back home,” Steve’s hand rested on Peter’s shoulder and he squeezed. “You did the right thing, son.”

“I was so scared, I d-didn’t know what to do!”

“Get up, c’mon,” Bucky said, standing up from his crouch while Steve took his cue to stand by their bikes again. The gravel scuffled under Peter’s unsure footing. “You did good, kid.” Before Peter could protest, and before his pride could stop him, Bucky pulled Peter into a tight hug. “We’ve got you, you’re safe.”

The muscles in Peter’s shoulders went lax in Bucky’s hold, and he sniffled weakly. “Let’s go home.” Peter nodded at Bucky’s words and moved to sit on his Dyna, his shoulders rising and falling with the deep, grounding breaths he took. 

“Nat and Sweets know we’re comin’ back home,” Steve murmured to Bucky, who sighed heavily. “They’re fine, jus’ worried about Pete.”

“Better not deprive them of the opportunity to fuss over ‘im, then, huh?” 

Steve chuckled and kicked his bike into life, Bucky following suit. 

The ride home wasn’t a long one, but it afforded the opportunity for him to think. There were so many possibilities of who exactly was behind this random attack - they had no shortage of enemies, everyone knew that. 

Time would tell… he just needed a stiff drink first. 

...this may or may not lead into a new arc. 👀

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[avatarl0v3r]

Pink + White | Part Two

warnings/notes: strong language, italics with "quotes" =your video log of your time studying the fauna and flora of pandora, bold = song lyrics

side notes: each phase will be associated with a song, phase ones song is Pink + White by frank ocean

pink + white master list.

part one. part three

taglist: @itscheybaby @brookesbizzareadvendture @jakesully-sbabygirl @myheartfollower @inlovewithpandora

Its been a month since jake come into your lab looking for his kids, after that day they started visiting you more and more, they were glued to your hip anytime jake would want to train neteyam he would run into your lab asking you to hide him which you did.

your studies on the flora and fuana went well but training with jake was also take up much of your time and kicking your ass.

--

"as much as i love this place it can sometimes be overwelming," you sat at your desk logging your studies "but i dont regret a single moment, i love these kids like my own at this point, they tell me everything, come to me for help, when someone got hurt, if they have a argument... i wouldnt change it for the world," you turn around hearing voices of little kids "this is y/n l/n signing off."

--

you turn around once you hear the footsteps outside the door the kids come inside with large smiles "we wanna show you this plant we found when walking home from playing in the forest all day" you smiled walking over to them.

Nod my head, don't close my eyes

Halfway on a slow move

It's the same way you showed me

If you could fly then you'd feel south

Up north's getting cold soon

you bent down hugging the kids "i love you guys" they all giggled "we love you too" neteyam said speaking for all of them when you let them go.

tuk walked to you her hands outstreched wanting to be picked up "c'mon tuk tuk," you picked her up sitting her on your hip "its eclipse id better get you home lets go" you say grabbing a mask and putting it on your face and heading out you lead the way to their hut.

jake emerged from the hut looking down at you with a questioning look "i brought the kids home" you put tuk down on her feet "ill see you all tomorrow after i finish training with your dad okay" "okay" they said with smiles you stood up turning around after saying goodnight to all of them.

--

the next day norm woke you up "time for training your links ready too" you groaned wiping sleep out of your eyes "this is such bullshit, making me wake up at the brink of goddamn dawn" you said standing up and walking to your link.

you walking to your link bed and laid in it "you ready" norm said from the controls next to the bed "sure" you said giving him a fake smile "good" and with that you closed your link bed and your eyes.

--

you opened your eyes now in the tent where the avatars stayed you grabbed your bow putting it around your shoulder and walking to your usually meeting place.

after what seemed like forever jake walked up to you "sorry about that, lets head out" you nod following him to the vines that fell to the ground you both grabbed on and went out into the forest to train for god knows how long.

--

you missed majority of the targets "c'mon y/n wheres your head at" you looked at jake with a blank face "thinking about my goddamn head" he cracked a smile "okay then smartass we'll stay out here until you hit every target" you let out a annoyed groan at his words.

soon you hit every target and you dropped the bow and laid on your back with a content sigh your peace was interrupted by a voice “i know you aren’t that tired from just that” you glared at him with a faked annoyed face “oh no surely i’m not only sore arms and legs for standing for a few fuckin hours, no wonder neteyam tries to get outta training” you said laughing jake rolled his eyes “your almost ready you know” you nodded.

“let’s head back the kids are waiting to see you” jake noticed the change in your attitude when he mentioned the kids “god if i didn’t know any better i would think you liked the kids more then me” you smiled at him “of course i do they’re less annoying unlike their father who very annoying.”

—

when you arrived back at high camp you were greeted my the kids all running to you and grabbing your legs almost making you fall over at the contact “ we missed you” the said hugging your legs tighter “i missed you too” you laughed.

they let you go not even glancing at their dad “we made you something come with us” they said as they pulled you away from jake you laughed following them waving goodbye to jake, who watched his kids drag you away with a smile on his face.

The way it is, we're on land

So I'm someone to hold true

Keep you cool when it's still alive

Won't let you down when it's all ruin

—

the kids handed you two woven necklaces you looked confused for a moment for kiri spoke “one’s for your avatar and the others for you so you can always wear it” lo’ak cut it “yea, your pretty much our mom now so we thought to make you a necklace” smiled at them taking the necklace for your avatar and putting it on and sliding the on for you in your pocket.

you bend down hugging them “this makes me so happy thank you” they all hugged you back “oh yea there’s a bead from each of us,” neteyam said smiling “you like it right?” neteyam asked the smile on his face gone and a nervous look on his face “i love it.”

—

a few months later

within the four months of being on pandora you got used to the kids calling you mother, mom, mama, mommy but only tuk calls you that, they know your not their real mom, but you don’t mind it.

you and jake grew closer, you never noticed whenever you would talk about plants to jake he would look at you with so much love in his eyes, and how you looked at him with love amanté was the first to notice it.

how you would help jake when he got hurt when he was out at the war party you were subtle with you feelings knowing he wouldn’t feel like same, but he loved when you’d take care of him he wouldn’t admit it though.

Just the same way you showed me, showed me

You showed me love

how his mood would change when you’d come around, how his eyes were filled with love when you talked about anything you loved.

Glory from above

Regard my dear

jake thought about it but never thought he could love another person after neytiri so he denied all of it to himself.

It's all downhill from here.

this is a shorter one, and one i hate it, and kinda rushed i wanted this to be a slow burn but i’m terrible at slow burns so that’s why there’s times skips but the next parts should be longer 🫶🏽

[tamayakii]

Pretty girl in Pink

warnings: AMAB!reader, she/her pronouns, reader is wearing a skirt, usage of the word “fag” once, reader gets harassed, public blow job, John giving amab!reader oral,

@witchofhawkins @xandraunlazies you two seemed to be interested so i figured id tag you two.

“i’m a girl… i just was born with a dick..” Johns ear perks up, the sound of his subordinate settling in his ear drums over the loud commotion of the bar and its music. His hand leaves the bathroom door handle and he makes his way further down the dimly lit hall.

“come on.. let us see it.” Three bigger men crowd around her, one’s hand making its way to the bottom of her skin tight pink gimp skirt. “I said let’s see it, fag.” Tears prick in her pretty eyes, accepting her fate.

“Aye- and who are you three?” His voice breaks the tension, all four heads turning to look at him.

“Hey man- nothing going on, just talking to a friend.” she further covers herself up with her arms, trying to sink into herself like a turtle.

“Kid- You know these folks?” John asks, looking directly at her.

“No, i .. i don’t, sir” Johns eyes become like ice, making his way over, reaching through the bodies and clasping his hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s wrap this up, yeah? Let’s not make a mess.” the three young men look at each other, before scurrying away.

“You okay?” he looks down but his eyes trail down her pale arms and to her hands and then-

a bulge, that’s what she tries to hide. Tears prick her eyes as she sniffles but John has an unwavering gaze on her cock. Not with shock or disgust, more like a mild surprise. Fantasies that long sat in his head suddenly changing.

“i-i can’t help it- i’m sorry i didn’t want you to find out like this. i didn’t want anyone to find out at all.” John finds that his mouth is suddenly salivating, wondering what the weight of a cock on his tongue should feel like. So small… so delicate.. almost like a treat

She tries to turn her body away, to hide her erection but without even thinking John makes his way to his knees in front of her, she looks down in almost mystified horror. He looks at her, almost as if asking if it was okay as he trails his hands on her thighs.

She nods.

With some minor effort, he folds the material of the skirt up, hitching it on her waist. a cute tiny cock stands at attention, tip pink. smooth. not a hair to be seen, and balls to match with the length in size.

He looks at her with a raised brow, almost asking if she knew this were to happen. “it’s easier.. to be shaved and wear this kind of skirt. no tugged hairs..”

Her hands make their way to the side of his head, steadying herself as John admires.

cute. tiny. and god… what other words could he use to describe it? a treasure? a delicacy?

he leans closer and kisses where her thighs meet her pubic bone, “please..”

A haze encompasses them both, almost forgetting the world that exists around them. the loud music, the laughs, the noise of pool being played just on the other wall.

John kisses the tip, making her cock twitch, “eager, i see..” his lips wrap around it, sucking on it like a lollipop, her thighs tremble and her grip on his hair tightens.

‘i wonder..’ he thinks, before taking the rest in his mouth quickly. barely hitting the back of his throat, she keen, upper half of her body bending over as she keeps him there, nose pressed against her pubic bone.

“fuck- oh- oh fuck fuck. haven’t had this in so long.. please make me cum, captain please.” with short little bobs, he begins to suck her off properly,

“please- please can i fuck your mouth please oh fuck it’s so warm fuck fuck- please captain i’ll be good just let me fuck your mouth.” She begs, dirty words spill off of her tongue, glossed lips trembling.

he pulls back, just leaving the tip in between his lips. Watching her face, he laves his tongue over the tip.

“Please, please.” She opens her eyes and pouts, he nods.

She gives a short experimental thrust, before holding his head still and fucking into his warm mouth, babbling, mentally thanking the music for covering her noise of pleasure.

“so good- so good thank you thank you captain oh fuck-“ While her hips aren’t, her hands are gentle on his head, gently cradling as she abuses his mouth.

John takes it, breathing through his nose. He lets his hands travel to her bottom, squeezing it, making her jump during her thrusts.

“so close so close, oh please let me cum in your mouth, please please.” John puts up no protest, The thrusts become even more sloppy, hitting the roof of his mouth, inside his cheek, finally she freezes. forcing her cock in his mouth down to the hilt.

With quick action, he fondles her balls in his hand. Thighs start to shake and she covers her mouth.

It’s warm and thick, barely able to taste the saltiness before it spills down his throat, forcing its way down. So much of it, he can feel her balls twitching in his fingers, she gently rocks on his tongue before shuddering. Spilling more down his throat.

He pulls back, opening his mouth and letting her watch her own cock cum on his tongue. Her pupils blown wide, she lets a moan slip between her fingers as she watches.

She leans against the wall, trembling, skirt hitched all the way up, cocklet soft and retreating into the foreskin. John simply gets up, adjusting his leather jacket.

He swallows, keeping eye contact with her before putting his hands in his pockets and walking off. leaving her a mess.

note: this was written at like 2 am, pls forgive the shitty writing

[macabrecake]

cake, my beloved, idk if you've been asked this but given this is the stuff you've been putting out - I thought I'd ask,

dam! leon x fem! reader x re6! leon smut?

pls and ty <3

I. AM. ON. MY. KNEES. RIGHT NOW. GOD HELP

Thought ID and Vendetta Leon was the final boss??? NAH IT'S THESE FUCKING TWO

LOOK AT THEM AND TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT YOU WOULD STILL BE ABLE TO WALK AFTER THEY'RE DONE WITH YOU. Also hi I'm cutting this close but Merry Christmas Gabby! Have a sandwich! 💕💕💕

Minors step back this is a whole different kind of Christmas present.

"Come on sweetheart. You're not tired already, are you?"

Tired no.

But oh so ready to finally break.

Leon Scott Kennedy, and Leon Scott Kennedy two years from now, have been at this sweetly cruel game for what felt like ages.

It started when one kiss turned into two, then three, then five more.

One suddenly gives into his need for a challenge and shows, despite them being the same, just who exactly is the one and only man that can rock your world the best. In the form of a gentle bite turned hickey where he knows it'll get you squirming the most.

His counterpart decides to outdo him and places another, before a small galaxy ends up being intricately printed onto your skin. Leaving you breathless and needy. Much to both Leon's delight at seeing your panties ruined with just how unbearably soaked you were.

That's when they both lit this match that would set your body ablaze with high pitched mewls and gibberish filled whimpers when your husband finally slipped inside your wet, aching walls. Inch by inch until he bottomed out completely. Then softly bounced you on his cock, while his counterpart's fingers touched where you desperately craved him.

They'd watch like starving wolves at the point where your cunt would visibly flutter and squeeze every time the brunette would sink back in with the most satisfying squelch.

Squishing you between them more so you're certain to not miss those beautiful words and wonderful groans of his that burn you hotter.

"Look at you honey, so good for us.~"

"Always so fucking tight around me…"

You know he and himself do it on purpose. They wanna see you absolutely writhe for them.

Slow and soft at first. Then a little faster, and faster, harder.

So close.

Always so close.

A half driven delirious idea that Leon is finally going to let you fall into that blissful, messy heaven. Only for all of it to stop. And steadily start over again. They're both testing you and it's driving you mad in the best way possible.

Funny. Earlier you thought Leon's future blonde headed self would be the more gentleman-like to balance them both out, right?

Wrong.

He definitely still possesses that rough nature, not that you're complaining though to be honest. They'll both still treat you right, even in the meanest of ways.

"What's the matter, Princess?" The blonde softly cooes with a light nip to your ear, relaxing his arm just enough for you to quietly gasp. Greedily swallowing new lungfuls of air before the flex of his arm makes it shallow again. But you trust him, knowing he won't completely cut your oxygen off. Only enough to keep you perfectly suspended, high like a drug you know you couldn't live without.

He makes you never want to be sober.

"You wanna cum, don't you?" God, they have both edged you to oblivion and back to the point that your pussy immediately tightens up at just the word itself, which pulls a small hiss from your Leon considering his dick is still resting inside you. So deep you swear you could feel it in your throat. You want it to break you.

Ruin you.

They both see how much of a mess you are. There's a puddle on Leon's lap and if you were to stand up right now, your essence would be a dribbling mess down to your knees and onto the floor. Your lips let go of the most pitiful whine, desperate enough to take a chance that you lightly move your hips in a search for that sinfully amazing friction. Hoping they'll now show you mercy.

Sympathy isn't what you find however, instead it's those familiar hot blooded hands clamping down tight on your hips to cease your movements altogether. The moment you softly gasped, you knew it was a bad move. One that has you shrinking submissively before the intimidating blue flames that dance in his eyes. Feeling dark colored fringes lightly brush your cheek when he leans closer. "Didn't say you could move."

Leon's voice drops an octave, almost to a snarl with his waning patience. But he knows you love to hear it. Even if you don't admit it through words, your body betrays you when your hot, squishy walls twitch around him again. It's enough for the ghost of a smirk to tug at his lips, but that's not what he's after. "And I asked you a question…"

"Yes!" You immediately yelp, your hands already grasping at his future version's arm around your neck for dear life with another tear filled sob. "Please please please yes!"

Definitely an answer both Leon's like, but not the one he wants. One hand leaves your hips to travel up and take hold of your chin, forcing your gaze to fully lock with his. "Yes what?" The brunette hisses dangerously low against your lips.

"Yes I wanna cum, sir." Comes your breathless whisper. So so ready for that euphoric coil in your lower belly to wind up and snap, you almost didn't get all the words out. Luckily it's enough to reward you with the light scratch of stubble when he presses a hard kiss to your lips that steals what little breath you have, "Much better." Then another pair of lips sneak over to lay some love to your cheek with a smile against your ear. That wonderfully smooth tone uttering his praise. "Atta girl."

Atta girl indeed because finally…

Finally, your wish is fulfilled.

In the form of the blonde agent's hand taking yours and guiding it down to your drenched little pearl to softly press on it. The action reaches into your lungs to tear an airy moan from you at the sudden jolt to your core, that would've most definitely removed you from Leon altogether if the hands on your hips and the arm still locked around your neck wasn't there to keep you in place.

A warm sound vibrates against your back, that pretty chuckle of his. And oh his words that rumble into your ear. So sinfully sweet.

"Play with yourself for us."

"Show us what you like, Princess.~"

Given how Leon has pleasured you to the point you were nothing but putty by just his hands numerous times before, you'd think he already knows what you like. But you're quick to spot the underlying truth.

They both wanna watch you get yourself off.

Normally such a bold request like that would leave you rather timid, but you can't take another second of this game anymore. Your body is aching for a release to the point you can't help but obey. Letting a cry tear it's way out of your throat as your fingers desperately rub and caress your little pink bundle of nerves. Relieved for that spark of sweet friction tingling your senses.

Much to the delight of the two agents, watching your hand work and listening to your moans, sighs, and little whines steadily rise in volume and string together into a beautiful melody of your own making. Such wonderful sounds pairing with the most lewd gushy noise between your legs. Amazing.

It's much more than enough to pull a deep rooted groan from your Leon, "Fuck." He curses in a hoarse whisper, "Feel you getting close, Sunshine." His fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of your hips. Forcing you to stay still so you won't ride him. Just to be a little mean, but also because the way your heat clamps down tighter around his twitching cock is a slice of heaven in itself. The moment you start bouncing, he knows he'll be done for.

Seems his future version knows it too, given his low chuckle into your skin. "That's it, Sunshine." Leon encourages between gentle open mouthed kisses up and up until his lips capture yours, while his free hand easily engulfs your breast to pinch and toy with your hardened bud before switching to give the other some attention.

You feel him smile and hum as he happily drinks up your muffled moans like it's a shot of his favorite whiskey. Until he pulls away to whisper against your kissed swollen lips.

"Let go, we'll catch you."

Oh Leon. Always so good with his words, his touches. Everything. It does the trick, almost a little too well in fact. Like a tsunami, your orgasm crashes into you hard enough to leave you squirting. But, as promised, both Leon's squish you close when your form trembles and writhes between the two with a loud moan of ecstasy filling the comfortable space of the bedroom.

But with the gaze your Leon fixes on his blonde headed self, he knew right away. You made such a pretty mess with his dick still nestled so deep inside you, he couldn't help but get a little greedy.

"W- ait! Leon Oh f-uck! T-too much! AH!" You squeal with a gasp while your dainty hands frantically grab at Leon's wrist in a weak attempt to move his fingers away when he rubs them mercilessly against your visibly pulsing clit. All you get from him, is a loving growl.

"Keep cumming, sweetheart." Lord help, what's left for him to love if he breaks you like this? Your senses are already too high and so sensitive, you don't know if you can handle anymore.

Thankfully, his movements are quick to cease as soon as he hears your sounds beginning to drift into sobs. Bringing his hands away to gently stroke your quivering thighs instead while his future self releases you from your headlock prison. Keeping you leaned back against him while he carefully kisses at your neck, further helping to ease you back down.

"There you are." A deep tone drips into your ears like honey, once you finally open your eyes. Only to release a tired, breathless giggle at the two pairs of sweet blue eyes centered on you. "Got scared I broke you for a second." Your Leon muses, gifting you a gentle apologetic kiss. "No, but… I don't know if I can go again." You sheepishly confess between quiet pants.

Two soft laughs from the same voice and a kiss to the crown of your head help put you at ease. "It's ok, baby." Leon reassures while his blonde counterpart tugs you a little closer. Letting the two wrap you up in his shared warmth filled with sweet kisses and gentle caresses that convey all you want to know.

The night is far from over.