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una-hopeless-romantic1118 · 2 years ago

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐕: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: sorry for disappearing :,( I’ve had a pretty shitty life lately and writing has been helping me cope. things are less tense now and i’m able to update so i’m hoping u guys enjoy this MOMMY IS FEEDING YALL

timeline: ep. 3 (right smack in the Christmas scene) - ep. 4.

PS I WILL BE MAKING ANOTHER CHAPTER. WHY? BC I WANNA SNEAK IN SOME HARDCORE ANGST BC WHAT IS A LOVE STORY WITHOUT ANGST

also bc i feel like the relationship is sped up and rushed and we hate that

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

This chapter: Part 5

Part 6

Epilogue

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warnings: as always, not proofread, hornae warren and y/n, some cavity-causing fluff, billy being a dicky dick,

summary:

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•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Eddie: Y/N Augustine was not who I expected to show up that Christmas Eve, with two trays of the best smelling lasagna I’ve ever smelled in my life, and an apologetic smile.

Why did she look apologetic? I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the fact that as soon as she walked in, Warren was behind her? They were, like, 3 hours late.

Karen: Y/N is always on time. Whatever it is, doesn’t matter. For someone as fashionable as her, she manages to always arrive on time in the most gorgeous outfits I’ve ever seen.

She was still gorgeous that night, of course, but she was late, and she had a sort of...sleazy smile. Of course everyone assumed the same thing.

But 3 hours late? *she rolled her eyes* I mean, fuckin’. hell.

Camilla: When I first talked to the Y/N Augustine, I remember almost dropping you *she laughs* I was a major fan of her work, and still am. I really wasn’t expecting her on the phone when she called a few months before.

I asked who she was, being so forward on the phone about asking for my vest size when I didn’t order anything. I explained who I was, and introduced myself as Billy Dunne’s wife, and that I didn’t order a vest from this woman.

She was silent on the phone for a while, and came back introducing herself saying her name casually as if she wasn’t an important person. She said that she had no idea who Billy was, and that she was only familiar with a Warren Rojas, who she owed an order.

I found myself wondering how Warren managed to get a fashion designer to owe him a piece of her work...*she shrugs*

After freaking out to myself while I got his vest size, I didn’t bother passing the phone to him. And why would I? I wasn’t going to pass the chance to talk to one of my idols. And she didn’t seem to mind either.

I believe we went from talking about California, to the beaches, the majestic golden hour that shined through our windowsills at the same time, to you, even. She heard you crying through the phone.

And when I finally met her in person that night on Christmas, she was as lovely and funny. She gave every one of us presents, including you, and bothered to make us homemade food. I was so happy for Warren, but there were so many gaps as to how they even met.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“How did it go. Really,” Camilla insisted with a pleading tone. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh boy,” Karen mused, drinking her beer.

Y/N gave her friend beside her a pointed glare. “We met at a yacht party.”

Eddie leaned forward. “S-So is your name really Flora? Were you born ‘Flora?…”

“Flora...?” Camilla commented, lost, looking back and forth between Eddie and Y/N.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Graham: She was so sweet about it, when me and Eddie went back and forth trying to connect the dots, which made it even more embarrassing.

I guess it didn’t really make sense to me at the time. Why and how someone proper and prim like her managed to wind up with Warren, the wild one of the group.

If I really considered the times he came late for practice, or left early, or that whenever he left to “work” at the boats, I think I could’ve gotten to the conclusion that he was smitten for this woman a lot earlier.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“That’s pretty smart right there,” Eddie chuckled at Y/N’s recall of fooling Warren. “I am very impressed.”

Y/N shrugs humbly, obviously as a joke. Warren knew she would forever tell this tale for however long she lived. Meanwhile, he’s just glad to be part of it and getting her at the end of it.

It seems that in their almost month-long relationship, the two have managed a healthy and surprisingly well schedule to meet up. With Y/N’s new projects and the band’s practices, they meet three times a week. Sometimes four, or more, depending on Warren’s libido that Y/N’s compared to a rabbit’s.

Though, it’s not like she can’t complain.

Apart from that though, Warren never misses the chance to get her something. Mostly jewelry boxes, jewelry, and take-out food, and when she needed to run an errand, he’d come to her apartment with her much needed rolls of cloths that he paid for, despite sending him off with her money.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: When Warren and I first started dating, he was always the one coming to my place, never me visiting him over at Laurel Canyon. It was a little suspicious at first, so when I told him what I thought, y’know what he said?

He said, with the biggest grin on, “I wanna make a show out of it” and went to sleep after saying that. I never knew what he meant until that Christmas.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

That night, he did indeed showcase his lover to his friends. Every question asked by Camilla or Billy or Eddie about her career he knew the answers to.

Where were you raised? Here in California up until she was 10, lived in France until she was 22 and moved back here to start Serenity. Sexiest French accent ever, even better when she’s muttering phrases under her breath stressfully.

Siblings? Two brothers, one older who hosts a foster home with his wife, one younger who just started a professional boxing career following their father’s footsteps. Three stepsisters who are all younger than her from her step-mom’s side, all of who are just now convinced their sister is famous for dating a rockstar drummer.

Favorite part about putting together designs? She finds satisfaction in piecing them together, and how she gets lost in sketching to the point that she doesn’t realize how long she’s been working.

Favorite song ever? She’ll say something everyone else says: Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. It is a good song, but it’s not a favorite song ever, because in reality it’s something old, specifically, Stand By Me by Ben E. King. She doesn’t like admitting this to other people for fear of being called a sappy romantic.

She is, in fact, a sappy romantic, and Warren doesn’t miss the chance to taunt her about it. The bedside table full of romance books that he's tried to read, but for the love of everything good he cannot sit still and read.

What he doesn't mind doing, however, is sit still to watch another invest in her books with focused, determined brows, and the occasional squealing after reaching a certain point in the book.

He's got her memorized so well, even Y/N's surprised that the things and habits she's kept to herself, he notices like she leaves it out in the open under the sun.

At the thought, she rests her head on his shoulder with a proud grin. And Warren responds with a peck at the top of her head.

While listening to an ecstatic Eddie share a story, something against Y/N’s lower back began to grow.

She holds in every fiber in her body to refrain them from giggling.

“Shame on you.” She sarcastically spat in his ear.

He frowns down at her. “Huh?”

Y/N widens her eyes and makes a pointed glare down to his erection.

There was a short reaction of shock. “Shame me? Shame on you.” Warren took note of this. It’s happened way too many times now, and he’s lost awareness of what turns him on. “Thanks to you, I don’t have control over my body functions anymore.”

“I didn’t do anything!” She whisper shouted.

“You’re just way too hot and good,” he groaned. “I can't wait to get home."

Y/N sighed into his shoulder helplessly. Home. Their condo, together.

“I love the way you smell,” he whispered, as he always does whenever near her. But no matter how many times he’s sniffed her or said that, he still doesn’t know exactly what she smells like. He figured it was sweet, of course, but it didn’t shoot up his nose too strongly. It wasn’t fruity either, or so he figured she's just her own scent. Natural.

"Thanks." She smiled up at him. "It’s the French brand. It lasts longer on me.”

"No, I think it's just you."

She looks up at him through furrowed eyebrows. "Nobody can just smell nice naturally."

He shrugs. "Well, I dunno what smell it is." He twirls her hair. “It can’t be on a title of a perfume brand.”

She shook his chin playfully. “Pay attention to the conversation, playboy.”

He can’t. How could he?

It’s only been a month, but a month of what Warren already knew was pure and genuine. Y/N could do no wrong to him, and vice versa. They were good for each other.

The soft, buttery gliding up and down on his arm is what Warren can determine with his eyes closed; the softness of Y/N's fingers. The arm wresting on her chest as she leans on his front—it was only natural for Y/N to caress.

And as a response, another peck to her head.

•─────⋅(cut to the documentary)⋅─────•

Daisy: I’ve never been a fashion fanatic, but Y/N’s work spoke to me. She was a true artist, y’know? She knew what she was doing, and she is really fucking good at it. She didn’t just throw it a bunch of cloth and called it a day, the woman directed her creativity to the art every single time. And I recognized that.

Imagine my surprise when I see her at a house party I was also invited to.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Daisy arrives at the Dunnes’ place, already making a fool of herself by absentmindedly dropping the bottle of wine that she technically stole, but still.

Not to mention, she had an audience, their faces were clouded by the smoke she just blew out, and not to mention, it was dark.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” In her voice, Daisy can tell she spoke with a smile. “They have too much fun, they’ll need the fruit. Nutritional values.”

She emerged from the shadows with, indeed, a smile that warms the heart. But a recognizable face that she’s seen on televised interviews and small pictures of beside the designs she eyes enviously on the magazines.

“Holy shit...holy shit!” Her hands went up to the sides of her head. “Holy fucking shit! Hi! Oh my goodness...”

“Daisy Jones you’ve been in radios in everywhere I’ve been today,” she chuckled humbly. “I can ensure you I’m a bigger fan.”

“I’ve seen you in magazines for a lot longer. “ She shook her head in disbelief. “I love you so much.”

But before Y/N escorts her to the rest of the band, she pulls her into a hug.

•─────⋅(cut to the documentary)⋅─────•

Daisy: I’m not much of a hugger. I think, especially considering my relationship with my mother, I couldn’t handle physical touch. Most times I would just be forced into hugging people and I stand there, just like a stiff tree. But something about Y/N, even though I’d never met her before, made me feel so glad that I’m a person she would hug.

I felt really appreciated by this stranger.

While we spent most of the night talking us a group, eventually everyone else started to branch out and talk to others. Warren was clung to her like a lost puppy. God, *shaking her head* never thought a guy like Warren can be sappy.

They just started dating and I could already see the connection between them. They mutually understood each other on such a level that everyone else around them can just do theirselves a favor and leave them alone.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“My family might visit for the summer,” Y/N smiles against her hand. “I can’t wait. Lils and Hana and Ines are gonna try and talk to you. They’re English is so broken, it’s adorable.”

Warren smiles at her, even as he’s drunkly chugging at his drink. “You ever think about kids? I dunno, someday?” He panicked.

“Yeah. I think about kids.” Y/N vaguely answered to tease him.

He nods slowly. “Ye-Yeah. Me too.”

Y/N smiles innocently, scratching his headful of curls. “Want my kids?”

Warren gave her the deepest kiss as an answer.

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mrsnancywheeler · 7 months ago

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omg those billy things you just wrote... i was gagged!

but imagine his muse coming back after a fight and she is all like "ok, if you are going to call me a groupie then i will act like one". like walking away from him whenever he wont pay attention to her, openly flirting with eddie, and wearing the sluttiest outfits possible! and eventually it gets a little concerning so billy is like "wtf are you doing? youre mine." *cue the angsty and frustrated smut* but then after she just feels so angry, she did what billy wanted but he still wasnt happy! she is just so confused about her life, and i feel like this is maybe a month before she disappears at daisys house

-🦋

so real and so her

like you're young and confused and don't really know what you want or what he wants, so it's from this mixed place of I'll be the thing he says he wants but also an angrier, fine, I'll do what he wants and see how much he likes it. plus this is the beginning of the end, so the allure is starting to become even less fantastical.

but when billy gives you the look or comment that you're being too needy, you give him what he just want, space. for you to be just like every other rejected groupie and cozy up to the next member of the band. so the moment billy casts you away with his attitude and snide comments, you've cozied right up next to eddie.

eddie who will always respond to your advanced, lets you be touchy, isn't scared to be just as touchy and flirty back. it always grates on billy, but it does so even more when you're not stuck to his side at all. if he calls you don't come running desperately back, you take your time. you even flirt with warren a little and don't shy away from showing yourself off in extremely low cut tops and short shorts. the tension in the studio is palpable, so much so that even warren gets the message and tries to interact with you less, but eddie doesn't give a care in the world to how billy feels, so you stay cuddled up with him on most breaks unless billy specifically asks for your attention. and yes during this time you're totally is hiding off with eddie to suck him off or fuck because if billy doesn't want you like that, you can be the groupie mostly focused on eddie, who does make you feel valued, special, important.

and this behavior continues at the house, you'll take rides from anyone who offers, cuddle up with whoever, although you don't insert yourself anywhere like you're scared you might be overstepping. which confuses everyone because you're a friend, but it's like you've demoted yourself from that role fully to a groupie in the background. and billy is sick of it and during a break asks for you to come over to him and he's pulling you into a closet.

"what the hell is up with you?"

"what do you mean?"

"you know what I mean, you're-"

"look, billy, if you wanted your dick sucked all you had to do was ask. or I'm sure someone else would love that about now." before you can sink to your knees he's keeping you up.

"what do you mean by that?" he's seething.

"you know exactly what it means." and his lips are on yours, pushing your back against the shelf. he's quick to mark up your neck and chest.

"you're my girl. my fucking girl you get that? you're here for me." by the time he's got your legs wrapped around his torso as he pounds into you you're still just lost in whatever is it he's proclaiming. "I say you're my girl, tell other people that, bring you to the studio, you get talked about in the fucking papers, and you don't even talk to me in the studio. fucking ridiculous"

"billy-"

you're so close to pure ecstasy when his words are throwing you for a loop, "you close, baby? making you feel better then eddie, aren't I? you fit me perfectly. eddie could never-"

"billy!"

you gasp when he harshly thrusts up, "eddie could never take care of you the way I do, could he?"

you want to refuse to answer, to give him the satisfaction, but then he's hitting that spot that nearly has you losing complete control and you can't help yourself. "no billy, feel so fucking good. need you, oh my god, billy, so fucking close!"

he's smirking up against your jawline. "that's what I thought. it's okay, baby, let go. I got you, got my girl." and when you've both finally come undone and he's got you securely back in the ground. you're more confused then ever. "okay, now that you've thrown your little temper tantrum, we can move on, baby."

you're scoffing, "you're fucking unbelievable." you're storming out of the closet and he's following behind in disbelief.

"you acted out for attention, like a fucking child and I indulged you. why are you mad, now?"

"I don't know the hell you want from me, billy! 'youre just another groupie, realize your place. I could have anyone, you're not special.' and if I do that you get upset because I'm not only paying attention to you! and then it's all, 'you're my girl, just mine. I care about you, need you around. my girl. my girl. my fucking girl.' you make no fucking sense and I'm sick of it!" you don't care that the whole band is watching when you grab your purse in the studio.

and billy knows you're right, that he is constantly throwing you for a loop. he has no idea what to say do he just grabs your arms, puts your forehead to his and takes deep breaths until you reluctantly do the same. "why don't you just come sit by me and help me fix the sound up, baby?" and then you just start crying because of how overwhelming this all is and he nods, takes you on the other side of the glass to sit you down as he has the band run some instrumental things. his hand tracing patterns up your thigh as he works.

and this is all just yeah part of the buildup of her having enough lmao

#wanda 💋#billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #billy dunne x reader angst #eddie roundtree #djats x reader #🦋 anon

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touchbased · 28 days ago

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muse: jackson warren. mid twenties. heterosexual. comic book nerd that works at a dying novelty store. not really all that good with people but sweeter than honey open to: f/nb connections: gimme nick and norah's infinite playlist type vibes please!!! except it's two strangers (maybe he's loved her from afar for a while but never talked to her) who end up spending the night together

"what? i don't –– i don't have any ulterior motives or anything." he's thankful for the low glow of the streetlights, if only because it manages to hide the pinking of his cheeks. "i just wanted to make sure you get to wherever you're going next safely. honest."

#jackson warren / interactions.#open starter #indie rp #another test muse coming at the dash! idk who i am anymore

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years ago

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Laughter Like Music Pt. 1

Summary: Y/N wants someone to believe her, and is very grateful when she meets a green-eyed hunter who does.

Pairings: Dean x Y/N

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Sex in semi-public place, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, slightly rough sex, dirty-talking!dean, slight Dom!dean, slight Sir kink.

Word Count: 3,346

A/N: So, earlier today I asked for some prompts or bingos or something that could kickstart my lazy muse. And I got some great help from @fandomohana and @peyton-warren, which I so appreciate. I have every intention of using those prompts to make some fun, smutty fluffy fics!

But as I was perusing those amazing prompts I remembered that quite a while ago, the lovely @eevvvaa sent me an ask with some fantastic prompts that I loved and had big plans for, but then never followed through with! 😩

So, I figured I would work on those prompts first. She sent me three batches of three prompts each (each batch has one fluffy, one angsty, and one smutty prompt) which were meant to be used together. So, I'm going to work all nine of the prompts (3 prompts for each part) into a little three part mini-series. This is part one, and it's ended up much smuttier than I'd originally planned. 😄 The next two installments should be a slightly better balance between the smut, fluff and angst. Lol!

The 3 prompts from her ask will be highlighted.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

“Jesus Christ!” Y/N angrily gesticulated at the cop across the counter from her. “Can’t you listen for one second? I am telling you that a man was ripped apart right in front of me, and you just refuse to listen.”

The gray-haired cop held on to the same unimpressed expression he’d worn from the moment she’d walked up to the counter and interrupted him on his computer.

“Ma’am, I have listened, and I understand what you think you saw, but I’ll tell you again that no missing persons report has been filed, and -”

Y/N cut him off. “He was a homeless man, it’s highly unlikely anyone is going to report him missing!”

“And,” the cop continued, talking over the end of her sentence, “and, what you’re describing is impossible. Now, you said you saw him very early this morning, is it possible you were just distracted, or overly tired?”

Y/N gritted her teeth and tried one more time to be heard. “It was almost seven o’clock in the morning, so no it wasn’t that early, and I was not over-tired. I’m not a fucking toddler. I saw what I saw. The man was sitting in the alley as I was passing by, and in a blink, there was someone ON him, ripping him apart with their bare hands. The man started screaming and by the time I pulled my phone out to call 911, they were both gone. I did not imagine it, I did not dream it. It happened in the alleyway between Walbash and St. Mary St. Can’t you at least send some cops down that way to look?”

The cop, Jenkins, his name tag said, finally let go of his uncaring expression and smiled placatingly at her, which was a thousand times worse, and made her want to punch him in the face. “Okay, ma’am. I’ll put in a request for a black and white to go past and take a look when they have a minute, alright?”

She just angrily shook her head and threw her hands up, frustrated beyond belief. She turned to walk out of the station, and ended up walking into a wall of male.

She let out a little cry of surprise and alarm, and would have fallen flat on her ass if two strong hands hadn’t reached out to grab her arms and keep her upright. She straightened up as he let go and tilted her head far back to properly see the two towering guys in front of her. They were both very tall and broad, and Y/N took a step back from them so she could stop breaking her neck to see them.

They were both in cheap blue suits, and the short haired guy flashed a badge at her quickly that said FBI.

“Ma’am, can I ask you to come with us, we’ve got a few questions for you.” His voice was deep and commanding and she couldn’t help noticing that he was also drop dead gorgeous. They both looked more like they belonged on a movie screen somewhere than in this dingy, police station in the middle of Nebraska.

But the one who’d flashed his badge had sucked her breath away immediately in a way that made her desperate to yank on his navy blue tie and pull him down to her level so she could taste those full, succulent lips. She was in the process of imagining his mouth moving over hers, and feeling the hands that had grabbed hold of her so tightly, pressed into her skin, or holding her in place while he -

“Ma’am.” The other agent was trying to get her attention and she finally broke away from that intoxicating green gaze to look at his partner.

“Huh?” She said stupidly.

The long-haired agent smiled. “We’d like to talk with you about the statement you just made to this officer.”

The frustration of the situation seeped back into her mind and she frowned deeply. “Aw, come on, look, I’m not crazy okay. I know what I saw, so if you’re just going to tell me again that I was imagining things, then…” She waved her hands to show that she was through with this crap, and moved to walk around them.

But as she tried to pass by the FBI Adonis, he reached out and once again grabbed hold of her. She looked up at him angrily, about to protest this civil rights violation of holding her against her will, when he spoke.

“I believe you.”

His voice was much softer now, as though he only wanted her to hear him. She scoffed slightly, not sure she believed HIM.

“How could you?” She asked, her voice equally soft. “It’s a ridiculous story, how could you believe me?”

He turned to face her completely and his unblinking stare made her heart start pumping double time. “Because,” he answered simply, “there have been two other homeless people attacked and killed, and because we’re pretty sure we know what’s doing it. Til now though, we haven’t had a witness. So,” he let go of her arm, “we have just a few questions for you.”

***

Twelve hours later, Y/N’s whole world had been turned upside down, and yet, she was grateful. From the moment she’d seen that creature, a werewolf apparently, rip apart a grown man like tissue paper, everything had been spinning. Ironically, it was the Winchesters' explanation that monsters were real that made her feel better. She wasn’t insane, she wasn’t delusional, they listened to her, they believed her and they got rid of the monster.

Now they were all sitting at a booth at the local dive bar called, “Suds”, and sharing a couple pitchers of beer and laughter. It was strange how quickly she’d felt safe with them, as though she’d known them for years, as though they’d always been friends.

Sam was intelligent, sweet, and entirely charming, with a smile that would light up a room - though it didn’t pop out as often as she would have liked. Dean was brash and sarcastic, a bit rough around the edges, but the absolute man of her dreams.

She couldn’t look at him without nearly panting. Everything he did seemed calculated to turn her on, from the way he gulped down his beer to the flirty smiles he was throwing her as she sat beside him in the booth, trying not to inhale too deeply and get completely taken out by his intoxicating scent. He smelled like warmth and sunshine, even in this grubby bar, and it was something she desperately wanted to get closer to.

He was also very funny. He had a sharp, sarcastic, slightly morbid sense of humor that made her laugh even when they’d been in a very dangerous situation earlier in the day. That was some kind of gift.

He was keeping her laughing and giggling now, as Sam left to get another round, by making up scenarios for different couples around the bar. He was hilariously spot on as he predicted their next moves.

Y/N put her hand on his arm. “Stop, you’re too good at this, just how much time do you spend in bars? You’ve got all their moves down pat!”

Dean grinned at her. “More time than is good for me, I can promise you that.”

She laughed again and Dean leaned an inch closer to her. “Man, you have the most gorgeous smile and laugh. Sounds like music.”

His voice was rough and warm and Y/N shivered slightly. “Cold sweetheart?” He asked. “I could warm you up.”

As Y/N felt her core muscles clench at the invitation, a pitcher landed on the table in front of them, and she looked up to see Sam smiling a little sheepishly.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” He said with a slight eye roll.

Y/N felt bad and said that he should stay, but Dean just smiled at his brother and slapped him on the back, tossing him the keys to his car. “Thanks, Sammy. Drive safe, I’ll take a cab home.”

Sam reached his towering body over the table and gave Y/N a hug where she was still sitting. “Take care, Y/N, it was really great to meet you.”

She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. “You too, Sam, and thank you so much.”

He nodded, and pointed a finger at his brother. “Be good.” He said simply before turning and leaving. Dean slid back into the booth beside her despite the fact that the other side was now available.

Y/N wasn’t about to complain, as he crowded closer to her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear causing more shivers.

“Sam says to be good. But you sure make me wanna do bad things with you.” He slid his arm around her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin just under the hem of her t-shirt and doodling patterns there. “What do you think, Y/N? Wanna do bad things with me?”

All Y/N could manage was a quick nod and a kind of affirmative humming sound. Words were beyond her as Dean nuzzled his nose behind her ear.

“You’re all I’ve been thinking about all day, you know that?” He asked, as he moved his other hand under the table and over her stocking-covered thighs. “Do you?”

Y/N shook her head and then turned her face into his shoulder to stifle a moan as his long fingers swept up under her skirt to pass fleetingly over her drenched panties.

“Were you thinking about me, sweetheart? Hm?” He ran his middle finger along her seam, pressing against her clit and making her yelp with pleasure. His mouth was back at her ear and his delicious voice just kept pouring electrifyingly filthy words into her head as he touched her under the table.

“Were you hoping I’d get my hands on you like this? Anxious to feel my mouth against your skin? I was; I’ve been desperate to taste you, touch you, to make you feel so good.”

He ripped a small hole in her sheer stockings and pushed her panties aside to sweep two thick fingers through her slick. With a quiet growl that drowned out her gasp, he dipped his tongue into her ear before putting his lips to it. “Fuck, baby, this is all for me? I wanna taste you so bad. Do you want to feel me inside you? Say yes, baby, cause all I can think of is sinking into that slick, hot cunt and fucking you hard enough to leave you feeling me for days.”

As he twirled his forefinger around her clit, Y/N let out a deep moan that was mercifully drowned out by the guitars and drums of the rock song playing over the soundsystem.

“What do you say, Y/N? Wanna be really bad and meet me in the bathroom in a minute?”

Y/N was a shaking mess, but she nodded and then whimpered as he took away his fingers. As he started to leave, she pulled him back by his shirt lapels, and kissed him, sucking on his plump bottom lip as she’d been fantasizing about for the last twelve hours.

Dean quickly took over the kiss though, and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting all of her and leaving her thoroughly ravaged as he stood to go. He pointed a finger at her. “One minute, no more.” He ordered.

Y/N smiled, and though she’d barely had two full glasses of beer, she felt drunk as she bit into her bottom lip. “Hell yeah. I mean,” she purred up at him, “Yes, sir.”

She felt an electric buzz across her skin as his eyes got darker, pupils blown with lust. He turned on his heel quickly and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After he’d gone, Y/N tried to count Mississippi's to measure out a minute, but she lost track as her skin burned for Dean’s touch and her pussy dripped. Finally, somewhere around forty seconds, she gave up and rushed towards the bathrooms.

She looked around the deserted back area where the bathrooms were located before she pushed gently on the swinging door that led into the men’s room. When the door was barely open a foot, Dean’s hand shot out from behind the door and yanked her forward. He pinned her quickly against the wall, pushing his knee between her legs.

She gasped and panted slightly as she shook her head. “How did you even know it was me? I could have turned out to be a big guy named Bubba!”

Dean smiled and licked his lips as he rubbed his thumb across her mouth. “Well, if you were Bubba, then Bubba has some pretty small, delicate hands.” He said, grabbing up both of hers in his and raising them above her head, pressing them against the cold, ugly tile that adorned the whole bathroom from floor to ceiling.

Y/N laughed at that and reached forward to get to Dean’s mouth, but he pulled back slightly and with her hands pinned the way they were, she couldn’t reach him. She pouted, but he smiled, slow and sexy.

“Call me that again.”

Y/N knew exactly what he was asking for, but decided if he was going to hold his kisses ransom, then she would just play dumb and tease him back.

She blinked up at him innocently. “Call you what?’

Dean’s eyes flared with so much heat she felt scorched by it, but she was enjoying the anticipation and the game too much to give in too quickly.

Obviously deciding that two could play at this game, Dean manhandled her into one of the wider stalls and locked the door before pushing her against it, crowding her back tightly with his bulk, and pinning her hands at her side.

“Say it.”

Y/N grinned and bit at her bottom lip, her blood throbbing through her veins at the demanding look in Dean’s eyes. “Say what?”

Dean let go of one wrist so he could push up under her skirt and shred her pantyhose completely. The sound of the ripping fabric was like an aphrodisiac and Y/N was soon shaking with need as he pushed her panties aside and began circling his thumb on her clit. She pushed down against his hand and he pulled it away from her.

He answered her cry of frustration with a dirty chuckle. “What’s wrong, baby? What do you want?”

“Dean!” Y/N cried, reaching for him with her free hand, trying to unbuckle his belt, but he quickly slammed her wrist back against the door and held her there with an unyielding grip.

“Tell me what you want. Beg for it, beautiful. You’re so gorgeous like this, all hot and needy. So, tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

Giving up the game completely, Y/N strained her neck forward again, reaching for his mouth. “I need you to fuck me.” She cried out hoarsely. “Fuck me, Sir, please.”

Dean immediately spun her around, slamming her against the door while he lifted her skirt and then pulled her hips out towards him. She heard his belt buckle jingling and his zipper open just before he rammed into her, making her scratch at the metal door, desperate to grab on to something. But all she could do was flatten her hands there and press her burning cheek against the cool surface.

Dean pulled out and slammed into her again, pressing so deep and hard that Y/N had to shove her fist into her mouth to stop from screaming. Over and over, he crashed the head of his cock against her cervix, before pulling out, and running it gently over her sweet spot with every pass, tightening the coil in her belly until she finally came apart, her muscles squeezing around his thick shaft as it continued to ram into her clenching pussy.

Dean pulled out and she felt her slick dribbling down her thighs as he turned her gently to face him and then lifted her like she weighed nothing. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and guided her back onto his rock hard, velvety smooth length. She dropped her head back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and both arms around his neck.

He used his free hand to push up her t-shirt and bra, grasping and squeezing her breast with his thick and powerful fingers, before lowering his head to nip and lick at her nipple.

The pressure in her abdomen began again as he raised and lowered her slowly on his cock. It had been rough and hard, but now it was silky and slow, and Y/N wanted to cry with how perfect he was. He was sucking bruises into the skin on her neck when his thrusts began to falter slightly, telling her he was close.

She pulled his head up to hers and kissed him deeply, then panted lightly into his mouth as he reached his hand down to rub her clit, pressing perfectly on the hard little button and making her thump her head back against the door.

Dean wrapped his hand easily around the back of her neck and pulled her head forward again, pulling her gaze to his. “Look at me, Y/N. I wanna see the look in your eyes when you fall apart this time, wanna watch the pleasure explode across your beautiful face as you come.”

With two more twirls of his finger against her, he got his wish and Y/N couldn’t stop the loud cry of pleasure that erupted from her as she climaxed. She closed her eyes briefly when she came, but opened them again quickly, however, as Dean’s thrusts became sloppy and frantic.

She clung to his shoulders and did her best to slide up and down on him, watching his face as the muscles stuttered there and he moved his hand from between their bodies to smash against the door and brace himself, as he slammed into her tight, slick body. With a guttural yell that she was sure had to echo out over even the loudest music and into the bar, she felt him pulse deep inside her, coating her walls with his thick warmth.

He stood still for a moment, both of them panting out their exertion. Suddenly the door flew open and Y/N yelped as a voice called into the bathroom from just outside the swinging door.

“Look if you guys are done, you gotta pull your pants up and get on your way!” The gruff, annoyed voice yelled to them. “People gotta get in here to use the bathroom, and they don’t need a peep show.”

They heard the swinging door close behind him and were silent for a minute more before they both burst into laughter. In the midst of their chuckling and humor, Dean pulled out of Y/N’s body, and helped her set her clothing right before putting his spent cock back into his pants and zipping up.

As he tried to buckle his belt, Y/N pushed his hands aside to take over the task. She smiled up at him coyly, slightly shy to ask what she wanted to.

“So, I know you and Sam have to take off tomorrow, but do you have plans for the rest of the night? Maybe we could swing by my place, and try this again, minus the bar patrons and on a really nice king sized bed?”

As she slid the leather end of his belt into the loop, he leaned down to kiss her softly, all his brute strength and raw passion seemingly tamped down for the moment as he slid his long fingers into her hair and kissed the tip of her nose before sipping at her lips once more.

“Hell yeah.” He said, echoing her earlier agreement. “I mean, yes, Ma’am.”

1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays.

@lyarr24

@deans-spinster-witch

@impalaslytherin

@maggiegirl17

@akshi8278

@candy-coated-misery0731

@nt-multi-fandom

@deanswaywardgirl

@slytherinlyn314

@globetrotter28

@jensensgirl

@perpetualabsurdity

@tristanrosspada-ackles

@djs8891

@muhahaha303

@kayyay1219

@emily-winchester

@recoveringpastaaddict

@mimaria420

@sacriceria

@envyaurora95

2 - Dean Winchester Fics Only.

@saikosheadcanons

@lgranger67

@carryonwaywardgirl

3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.)

@sunshineandwings86

@kazsrm67

@sexyvixen7

@alexxavicry

4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well)

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

@awkward-and-indecisive

@maliburenee

@supernatural4life2022

@spn730015

@b3autyfuldisast3r

@kickingitwithkirk

@waywardbaby

@foxyjwls007

@deanwanddamons

@deandreamernp

@deanwithscissors

@myloversgone

@snowlovespie

@leigh70

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

@charred-angelwings

@hopefuldreamers-world

@mysherlock221b

@jensensgotyoudean

@stixnstripesworld

@thoughts-and-funnies

@magssteenkamp

@norman1967

@princessmisery666

@eevvvaa

@mishkatelwarriorgoddess

@deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy

@b-i-t-c-h-i-e

@twirpbunwarrior

@mysweetlittledesire

@waynes-multiverse

@mrsjenniferwinchester

@bernasaurus

@jensenslady79

@courtn92

@avanatural

@ellie-andthemachine

@this-is-me19

@roseblue373

@katbratsupernaturalwhore

@fanfic-n-tabulous

#dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester angst

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skullkxd · 7 months ago

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thinking about Unova protag muse

I hate the name hilbert for him so his name is Warren

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warren peace.

quiet, prefers solitude, bianca and cheren were his only friends growing up and that was fine with him. He liked reading about Pokémon and type matchups

likes to battle, prefers that before talking — but will always challenge an opponent first, rather than wait for them to notice him

thinks N’s whole thing is dumb and short sighted. Realizes pretty quick that ghetsis and plasma are some weird fringe cult. Will throw hands at any opportunity with them.

chose oshawott because it’s my favorite but prefers electric and psychic types. Raised a Blitzle from its hatching.

favorite gym to challenge was burgh.

He completely skipped over the battle subway so he has no idea who Ingo and emmet are

#;; ooc

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paigemathews · 5 months ago

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For the February ficlets:

patty and paige

Pairing: Patty Halliwell & Paige Matthews

It was only Sam's arm around her, and her fear for her other daughters, that kept Patty on her feet. Exhausted and heartbroken, she cradled her baby in her arms as he orbed them to the church.

She vaguely registered the nun's shock and that Sam was saying something, but all Patty could do was watch her little girl. Patty was a Warren witch, with all that entailed. She's fought demons since she was a teenager, faced monsters that would send any other person running with nothing but her own grit and determination. She'd had innocents, friends, die in her arms as she was moments too late from saving an innocent. She'd seen more gruesome scenes than even the most hardened detective.

But nothing had come closest to shattering her than this. When she first fell pregnant, felt the little life flicker in her womb, she knew the risks that it came attached with. Many witches did not live long lives, and their craft posed an undeniable risk. But this was not a risk that she'd ever considered.

Her daughter wouldn't grow up the youngest of four. Her daughter wouldn't grow up with her mother's potions and cookies. Her daughter wouldn't grow up with her spells and lullabies. Her daughter wouldn't know that magic was real, that muses inspired and leprechauns granted luck and cupids helped you find love. Her daughter wouldn't know the power that she possessed, the was rooted in her blood for centuries. Her daughter wouldn't know that she was a Warren, and Patty's heart ached.

"Patty," Sam gently brought her back into the present, and she swallowed hard.

The nun's eyes were awed and bright, and Patty couldn't bear to meet them. Looking down at her little girl, she found her voice enough to request, "Make sure that her name starts with a P."

She couldn't grant her daughter her power or her ancestors or her magic, but maybe one day, her baby could find her way back to them. Maybe one day, she'd be able to see her again. Maybe one day, she'd be able to hold her again.

Patty didn't expect the summoning until she was standing in the mortal plane again. It had been... a rough few days, to say the least. Prue alternated between quiet despair about her life being cut short and angry desperation to return to her sisters, and while Patty resonated with her daughter's feelings, she'd had more than twenty years to come to terms with the impossibility of it. Combined with Prue suddenly finding out that Penny and Patty had hidden that they had a younger sister, her daughter couldn't seem to decide if she was no longer speaking to them or shouting at them. The only person able to calm her temper since her death was Andy, who Patty had been dismayed to see arrive so soon a few years earlier.

"There was someone here we thought you should meet."

She wasn't sure if Phoebe was talking to her or the woman standing in front of her. She was beautiful: dark hair and dark eyes with an expression that Patty had seen before. Time and death couldn't hide her identity from Patty.

"Paige."

Looking stunned, Paige - her daughter, her baby girl - asked, "Mom?"

Patty couldn't have stopped herself if she'd tried as she stepped out of the summoning circle. Wrapping her homes around her daughter, she barely contained the tears of joy. For the first time in a lifetime, her daughter was in her arms again.

"Welcome home."

#charmed #patty halliwell #paige matthews #february ficlets #patty & paige #starlightandsunshine #asks #okay so this one doesn't quite nail the characterization as much as i'd like #but my sister's apartment has a leak in the ceiling so i was a bit preoccupied okay #i'm just trying to work my way through and finish all of these #but also i just really love dwelling on how much it must've sucked for patty

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southern-belle-outcasts · 7 months ago

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SHIPPING INFO:// Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog

REPOST. DON'T REBLOG

(Including Remy in this for the sake of simplicity)

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I don't have many because I'm a multishipper. For like, fandom, non-rp content, you have R.omy and A.nidala. That's it. A better question is notp and that's r.ogueneto, I will not be writing it, I filter it to keep it off my dash. But there's all kinds of options for shipping with my muses because I don't have a 'i will only write this one ship' for any one character.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

A lot. It really just depends on how comfy I am with the mun and how much we've developed our muses' relationship. Sometimes the muns I've known for a while can just chuck new ideas at me and we just go head first without development but that's a case by case kind of deal. Brakes start pumping for pregnancy stuff mainly because I don't do fetish content for free, that's a paid service you will not find here- long time partners only. Cheating is a nope, just have no desire to write it. I don't mind other toxic situations, or messy open situationships, but flat out cheating just rubs me wrong. And nothing involving a.b.o. Just, no thank you.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I ship r.ogan, so clearly age gaps don't bother me lmao. It's more power dynamics, and it's all fake anyways, just depends on the situation. Most of the muses aren't going for anyone much younger than them anyways, it's more older where they might raise eyebrows.

Are you selective when shipping?

A little bit yes, a little bit no? So I do like my ships of all types, not just romantic, but the ones that tend to the more steamy I am most comfy with established with for a variety of reasons. That's not to say sometimes I can't plot for more specific ship types early on with the right person, it just very much depends. Like, Sara/Warren with @wingedwarren was literally started off by a smut meme out the gate. I have never claimed there aren't exceptions they are just Rare AF and Highly Conditional.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I tag consertatively. Meaning if someone's boss or mom were to peep over their shoulder and might be scandalized, I've probably already tagged it as 'nsfw ish' unless we're talking Prude of the Year levels. Usually once things underneath clothes are being given attention, whether or not said clothes have hit the floor. I don't use the rating toggle because it can shadowban your blog and/or make it impossible to cut the thread. But I do tag.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Oh dear. There's so many. If I missed someone I swear it wasn't on purpose. These are all the ships be it familial, friend, hate, romantic, we don't fucking know yet cuz we're still writing it out, you name it. There is no rhyme or reason to the order so do not read into any of that.

Rogue- @meretrixious, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @suffcring, @iomadachd, @revenantinflames, @thefastestaround, @bothsidesofaquestion, @fatummortem

Gabriel- @nacreousxhearts

Sara- @wingedwarren, @meretrixious, @shizumaikushima

Cisco- @brooklynislandgirl, @meretrixious, @morgansmornings

Farrar- @nacreousxhearts, @iomadachd

Nilza- @iomadachd, @suffcring, @meretrixious, @kylo-wrecked, @bothsidesofaquestion, @brooklynislandgirl, @astral-athame, @halliwellauto

Harry- @reallifejedi, @brooklynislandgirl

Kaylee- @nacreousxhearts, @meretrixous, @arthurthefaceless

Padmé- @mynameisanakin, @brooklynislandgirl

Remy- @brooklynislandgirl, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @nacreousxhearts, @abrushwithdeath, @fatummortem, @bothsidesofaquestion, @down-home-charm, @suffcring

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

At least with a small check-in. A fast way to get blocked is start reblogging my fc posts 'xyz's girlfriend' before we've ever started a thread (yes that's happened in the past).

How often do you like to ship?

Shrug, -waves vaguely at the replies that occasionally grace the dash-

Are you multiship?

I am the captain of an armada, and the ships do not ever cross paths unless there's a lot of chit chat between all muns. Which apart from Armin and some other xpeople has been...never. Namely because once I do a three mun polycule ship, someone blows it up. I've learned it's best not to lmao.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less. I’m here for juicy writing of all types. {<-stolen}

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Uh...most of my ships are crossover or oc. Current implies I would ever leave X-Men, which...no. Obvs r.omy. I don't much engage with the a.rrowverse fandom anymore. D.resden files would probably be Susan/Harry. That's about it for canon stuff. If this question meant rp stuff, I don't feel like listing favorites there.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Send memes, signal flares, a chancla. Some amount of ooc chitchat is usually helpful (by that i mean about the muses, if there's one thing I don't like doing it's delving into the question "how are you" from someone i barely know cuz it's usually uh...well...it's my life)

tagged by: Taken from @kylo-wrecked and there was probably many others at the time but it's been a minute

tagging: be gay, do crime

#;out of the south #;dash games #;psa

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multiverse-imagines · 2 years ago

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I think about if I was vash travel buddy I would probably annoy him(or be entertaining) cause we just be walking In the desert and he’s like 🚶‍♂️and I’m like 💃 behind him cause I listening to 2000s pop music on an old iPhone that still miraculously works, just dancing to Beyoncé and one direction. Or tell him old mythological stories of gods and beasts and hero’s by the campfire. I probably be good entertainment for him.

A/N: Okay, I'm dying at this concept! I'm totally gonna make it a 160GB ipod Classic tho. It has a screen for video, and soooo much more space than a dinky old iPhone xD durable af too. I miss mine ;-; I'll probably increase the era of songs as well, because I'd be right there with you doing the same damn thing!

Lost Melodies

"Gonna make a move to a town that's right for me!" Vash watched you dance alongside him to the music playing through the headphones of your family's iPod, which had been passed down since before the space fahring age. You sang little "doots" to the electronic melody as the town you left behind disappeared from the horizon.

"Town to keep me movin' keep me groovin with some energy" the smile on Vash's face widened as you raised your hands up to chest height, "Well I talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it." You opened and closed your hands as if they were talking, "talk about, talk about, talk about mo-ooovin'!" You grooved, "Gotta move on!" You had shared this music with Vash before, as the two of you had taken turns listening to music on your iPod, and Vash's Walkman.

"A-Won't you take me to… FUNKY TOOOOOWN!" You belted out into the vastness of the desert. Vash loved it when you got lost in the music when your little group had to travel on foot through the desert. Granted, this caused you to drink more water than without the additional singing, but you had bought a second canteen so you had enough water to stay hydrated.

Wolfwood and Milly also found your little concerts entertaining, Meryl…. She had her limits. She was more interested in the Audiobooks of various Mythology the little iPod contained. Vash recalled a night where the five of you relaxed around a campfire, an Audio book of Norwegian Mythology playing through a speaker through the audio jack. It told stories of Gods that were long forgotten to Gunsmoke.

"Fair enough,” said Thor. “What’s the price?” “Freya’s hand in marriage.” “He just wants her hand?” asked Thor hopefully. She had two hands, after all, and might be persuaded to give up one of them without too much of an argument. Tyr had, after all. “All of her,” said Loki. “He wants to marry her.” “Oh,” said Thor. “She won't like that."

They listened to the story of the fortification of Asgard. He remembered the look of horror on Wolfwood and Meryl's face when the origin of Slepnir was mentioned. He remembered the cackle that erupted from your lips, knowing another mind was ruined by the fact that The All Father, Odin, rode his own nephew into battle.

"Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. They wipe away tears that I cry…" he tuned in long enough to hear you'd changed songs, and he caught your glance towards him at the lyrics. The blush on your face made you stutter the next lyrics, but he smiled sweetly towards you.

It was late In the evening when the two of you entered Warrens City. Vash needed another tune up from Mr. Marlon. Thankfully, your journey had been smooth sailing, and you two were soon cuddled up in their shared bed, sharing the earbuds as they watched a movie on the tiny screen.

"What do you have hidden in your pocket, Sophie?" The blonde man on the screen asked. The old woman, Sophie took a red piece of paper out of her pocket, and handed it to Howl. As the paper met with his fingertips, the paper caught fire, burning a carving into the table.

"Woah, scorch marks! Howl, can you read them?" Markle, the apprentice, asked.

"This is ancient sorcery." He mused while he caressed the table outside of the scorch marks.

"You who swallowed a falling star, O' heartless man, your heart shall soon be mine. That can't be good for the table." He shook his head.

"Ugh, this movie is so pretty." You mused, and you let your head rest on Vash's shoulder.

"It really is. I wish we had more than just this movie from that animation studio." Vash leaned his head against yours, a sweet smile across his face.

One night after Vash had gotten his gun back, You, Vash and Frank went for a drink at the bar. Frank insisted on a single drink, and Vash of course went overboard.

"Hey! Vash tells me you play the guitar. Why don't you play something for open mic night?" Frank gentured over to the little stage in the corner. An acoustic guitar sat in a stand, the bar's logo painted on the front.

After some thought, you agreed, and went over to the stage. You picked up the guitar, checking to see if it was tuned, and adjusting the microphone so you could be heard while sitting on a barstool. You strummed the guitar, as you sang the opening pitches before faking a throat clear,

"Hey baby won't you look my way? I can be your new addiction. Hey baby whatcha gotta say, all you're giving me is fiction." You sang, getting the attention of the bar,

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time, but I find out that everybody talks, everybody talks, everybody talks." You glanced over to Vash who was already enamored by your performance, pausing mid-chat with the newly arrived insurance girls,

"it started with a whispeerrrrr, and that was when I kissed herrrrrr. And then she made my lips huuuurrt. I could hear the chit chaaaaaat. Take me to your love shaaaack. Mama's always gotta back traaaaack , when everybody talks baaack!" Your voice gave a lovely vibrato to every long note.

You concentrated on singing for Vash, something you always did when you got nervous about singing around other people. Once your brain believed it was just the two of you, you could sway to the beat, and really let loose on your vocals. You loved spreading the power of music to the people of Gunsmoke, since you held such a rare and precious outer of music long gone.

It often made you wonder about the songs that didn't make it into this device. What genre were they? What did they sound like? You guessed unless you got a time machine that you would never know. You were thankful for what you did have, because you didn't know how the people of Gunsmoke lived without it.

End~

Songs used:

Funky town- Lipps Inc.

Every time we touch- Cascada

Everybody talks- Neon Trees

Audio books:

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman

Movie:

Howl's Moving Castle

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun brain rot #vash x reader #music fic

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blcssom · 9 months ago

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after what feels like YEARS i've finally finished the muse page built into my theme (u can find a less fun/detailed list of my new muses here too) which means it's time for a STARTER CALL : ' )))

below the cut are my new muses and a lil bit abt them !! like this and i'll throw you a few starters with my new/rebranded babies !! note: i'll likely slide in your dms to ask if there's anyone in particular you're interested in <3

abigail hyland || twenty9 - waitress/folk singer // bisexual // margaret qualley

mean trailer park queen trying to bury her white trash roots and fear of abandonment !!!

catherine meyer || forty3 - interior designer // bisexual // jessica chastain

walking cleanliness complex who holds herself and everyone else around her to impossibly high standards

daphne barlowe || thirty3 - art curator // bisexual // meghann fahy

trust fund baby who resents her upbringing but not enough to stop living off of their money altogether O:)

ines morreno || twenty5 - bottle girl (succubus au) // bisexual // camila morrone

literal demon (if u so choose) who goes through men faster than she goes through singles on a busy night at the club

josie tanaka || twenty7 - vet tech // bisexual // fivel stewart

likes animals more than she likes ANY human but is willing to forego judgement until you share a blunt w/ her and she can suss out the vibe

lydia xiao || twenty5 - classical violinist // bisexual // havana rose liu

sheltered princess strikes out on her own !!! as much as you can when you're auditioning to join the met :' )

maeve willis || twenty8 - assistant choreographer // bisexual // taylor russell

people pleaser w/ the memory of a goldfish !!! REALLY wants to do a good job but REALLY can't say no when someone invites her out either so... c'est la vie

rosie burton || thirty2 - florist (royal au) // bisexual // laura harrier

classic oldest child mother to all but lacking a caretaker herself but that's !! fine !! she's fine !!

sylvie bane || twenty4 - social media influencer // bisexual // lily rose depp

party princess desperate to prove she can make it w/ out daddy's money or a rich s/o (spoiler alert: she can't xx)

taylor corbyn || twenty3 - drummer // homosexual // reneé rapp

GAY and way more confident abt it until she actually has to act !! queen of talking a big game and absolutely blowing it after that

beau crawford || twenty7 - phys ed teacher // bisexual // mason gooding

just a big ole puppy witfh too much energy not even a day of back-to-back p.e. classes can burn it off !! good vibes only except when he doesn't get what he wants :o

dominic hyland || thirty - dj/bartender // bisexual // nicholas galitzine

chasing down his abandonment issues with straight gin and pretending it's fine !!! absolutely not running from his own traumatic past why would u ask that

ezra bhatti || thirty8 - tattoo artist // bisexual // rahul kohli

v chill v calm v antisocial and yet always somehow at the center of all the action !! unbearable know it all that's probably why he just HAD to correct someone

hugo danaher || twenty9 - firefighter // bisexual // paul mescal

reckless physically and emotionally always falling in love and always running into burning buildings w/out thinking twice

jace warren || twenty8 - mechanic // bisexual // nick robinson

basically raised seven siblings in a double wide when his parents bailed and he's TIRED now v responsible but also v apathetic deadly combo

jacob park || thirty3 - newspaper editor // bisexual // charles melton

perfectionist who keeps succeeding but the bar is just getting higher and he's !! nervous !! golden child of his family and they're banking on his success no pressure

miguel avila || forty4 - literary agent (vampire au) // bisexual // oscar isaac

functioning alcoholic who soothes whiny writers all day he's doing GREAT !! failed (in his own mind) writer who's helping others live out their dreams yay

oliver kothari || thirty5 - pediatrician // bisexual // dev patel

came across the pond to escape his mother but she just followed him here so... constantly being the perfect boy but v lonely up on his pedastal

reid whittman || thirty4 - fashion photographer // bisexual // callum turner

party boy photographer living his bachelor dream even tho it isn't !! actually his dream but it's what he's good at so .... luvs being the fun uncle his TRUE calling

thomas thorne || forty2 - novelist (pirate au) // bisexual // michiel huisman

dramatic nervous king prone to rambling on about his ideas but then never actually following thru with them :' )

#casually have been working on revamping my muses for three months this is a labor of LOVE #or procrastination i'm gonna go w/ love tho #( starter call. )#indie bi rp #indie open rp #indie rp #prioritizing mutuals but i worked HARD-ish on this today so opening it to the tags

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