#And that he can’t even look at Cas while saying it because he’s upset that Cas is dying.

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: Yangyang x fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie. CNC themes. "Forced" breeding. Breeding kink. Mentions of exhibitionism. YY curses in German. Pet names-- YY calls reader "his bunny" (that'll be a recurring theme if i ever write about him again) and reader calls him "little sheep".

| wc: 2.5k

| aurora's note: …I’m on a cnc kick. Sorry. Blame Twitter. I was about .0002 seconds away from adding mommy kink to this too, ok. Everyone say "thank you, aurora" for sparing you all lmao

You’ve been teasing Yangyang for so long that he’s beginning to wonder if he did something wrong— He dyed his hair pink for you since he knows how much you like it! And he did the laundry, all the dishes, he cleaned the house, made you dinner on your anniversary… Where did he go wrong? But it’s not that he upset you. Quite the opposite, actually, because ever since he dyed his hair for you, all you’ve wanted to do is fuck him 24/7. You wanted to keep him home from work all day, every day just for the sake of milking him dry… and you didn’t care if he’d sleep or not… You just- Fuck- You needed him so badly, but you knew that you couldn’t have what you wanted, so you withdrew slightly, trying your best to keep your hands to yourself because if you slipped up for even a moment then you’d have to go all in.

“Can you pass me the gochujang?” Yangyang asked as he stirred the pan on the stovetop. You agreed with a nod, opening the cupboard above your head to grab it from the first shelf, only… it wasn’t there like normal. No, it was higher up on the third shelf, a tad out of your reach. “You got it?”

“Yeah, one sec.” You stretched up high to grab the container, but your finger tips only grazed it, sending it shuffling an inch backwards. You huffed. “Who the Hell put it where it doesn’t belong?” Still, you tried your best, even putting a knee up on the counter to give you something to push up on to get more height.

“Don’t hurt yourself—“ Yangyang immediately abandoned the stove to step behind you, hands firmly grasping your hips to hold you steady while you finally got the gochujang and landed back on the floor safely.

You hesitated. Standing pressed against the counter, Yangyang’s hands on your hips, his breath hot on the back of your neck… You were slipping into dangerous territory which you’d tried so hard to avoid for so damn long. So you attempted to avoid the inevitable and shrug off his touch by accusing him of not putting the gochujang where it belonged! He apologized quietly. But his hands didn’t waver like you wanted, instead they tightened on your hips, and he pressed further against you. Inadvertently, your gaze flicked to the clock on the stove. 7PM. Dinner was supposed to be ready by 7:30PM so that he could go work out with Kun and Hendery at 8PM, then he would be home and in bed with you by 10PM— And you would pretend to be asleep like usual in order to avoid having him think he could finally fuck you.

“The food’s gonna burn,” you warned quietly.

Yangyang reached over to turn off the stove. The sizzling in the pan slowly died out, and the kitchen went quiet,

“You’re gonna be late to the gym.”

“I’ll cancel,” he whispered in your ear.

“You have work tomorrow.”

“I’ll call in sick.”

“You can’t fall behind in rehearsals before tour.”

“Not much anyone can do about it if I’m sick…”

And then Yangyang’s lips were pressed against your neck, leaving soft, gentle, teasing kisses, as if he were waiting for you to elbow him and kick him out of the apartment because all you’d done for weeks is look the other way when he showed any interest in fucking you. The erection pressed against your ass proved just how torturous those long weeks without your attention had been. How could you neglect him? He did so much for you. All he wanted was you…

Suddenly you spun around, letting Yangyang readjust his grasp onto the opposite hips now that you were facing him, and you immediately began kissing him passionately. He seemed a bit caught off guard. For the first few moments, he didn’t kiss you back, but once you tangled your fingers in his long pink hair, he was a goner, kissing you with so much passion that you tilted back into the counter, your head brushing the cupboard you’d fought with minutes prior. His hands wandered down until he found the soft spot right under your ass where he could grab you and lift you onto the counter, the perfect height for him to fuck you. 

It was completely unceremonial the way Yangyang pulled your pants down to your ankles and you simultaneously tore his shirt off his body all at the speed of light— Like the two of you were a pair of starved dogs who couldn’t hold back from feasting on their next meal. Your shirt went next, then his pants and underwear. Yangyang fiddled with your bra for a moment before unclasping it with a victorious moan vibrating against your nipple that he took into his mouth. The hold you hand on his pink hair tightened, urging him to move things along faster, having him stand up straight so that he could palm his erection with one hand while the other fell down to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit while two fingers teased your entrance to get you wet at quicker pace. You moaned, pulling him in for another deep kiss.

What happened to holding back? You promised yourself that you wouldn’t give in— Especially now when he was feeding your delusions about lying to his friends, coworkers, and bosses about his wellbeing just so he could stay home with you all day to fuck you dumb… or vice versa, if you ever had it your way. Honestly, you were distracted by the surprise that his hair was still so soft after all the dye and products he had to use to keep it such a bright pink color, and even then it was already fading, so he would have to decide sooner than later if he wanted to freshen it up or dye it a different color. Knowing hair dye, you knew that the pink wouldn’t come out or be covered up easily, so the unfortunate reality was that he would have to go a dark color… You hated that. The best thing in the entire world was whenever he would come home with some kind of new bright hair, like his famous pink or your favorite platinum or gray colors.

“Why’ve you been ignoring me?” he asked prior to a quiet grunt as he slid his fingers into your wet hole.

“Because—”

He hit your g-spot once he was inside and curling his fingers upwards.

“Because—”

And then he scissored his fingers open to stretch you wide enough for his waiting cock.

“Because I didn’t want to fuck you!”

He hesitated. “What?”

That wasn’t what you meant… It sounded wrong when you said it like that, but he was being a nuisance with his fingers, and it was the only way you could think to spew out your thoughts quickly before another pathetic moan could escape you.

“I mean… You’ve been so busy… Rehearsing, recording, working out, having meetings… I didn’t want to distract you…”

Slowly, his fingers thrusted into you again, but it was so slow that all it did was remind you that he was inside you rather than him trying to push you towards an orgasm.

“I didn’t think we’d have any time, Xiao Yang…”

He moaned at the nickname, his eyes rolling while his eyelids shut. “You’re so silly sometimes,” he whispered, curling his fingers again to make you arch your back and moan out his nickname for him. “I always have time for you.” He leaned in close to kiss your cheek. “Why do you think I keep dying my hair pink?”

That did it for the both of you— Within an instant, you were reaching out for his cock to stroke it while he stepped closer to the counter and you spread your legs wider to accommodate him. He took one last moment to appreciate that warmth of your tight walls wrapped around his fingers, then he pulled them out, only to replace them with the tip of his cock both of you were working together to line up at your entrance.

“You just wanted me that badly, hmm? Had to keep yourself away?” He grinned smugly.

With a roll of your eyes, you wrapped your legs around his waist and put one of your hands on the small of his back while the other remained in his hair. Yangyang let you take the lead by having you contract your legs and push on his back so that he slowly started pressing into you, filling you up inch by inch until he was completely inside, his length twitching with excitement.

“Go on, then, pretty boy, show me how much you missed me,” you told him.

“Ah, sheise,” he moaned in response, rushing to fuck you as a rough pace that made it hard to keep your legs wrapped around him. You didn’t want him going anywhere though. It’d been so long, both of you were so pent up, there was no reality in which you would ever let the two of you go on without fucking each other for so long in the future.

Yangyang’s thighs slapped against the cupboards underneath the counter you sat on every time he thrusted all the way inside of you. In and out. Tip to base. The sound of the two of you panting and moaning echoed throughout the apartment, the constant pace of his thrusts surely letting the neighbors know what you were up to. What if you guys took too long… What if Kun and Hendery came by to see what was wrong, why Yangyang missed their scheduled gym time for the first time in years— Honestly, you wouldn’t have cared, you would’ve kept going even with his friends watching, but you wondered if Yangyang would’ve stopped due to his embarrassment of being caught with his pants down and ball deep in his girlfriend.

“Harder, Xiao Yang,” you pleaded with him.

He pressed one hand against the cupboard over your head to support himself while fucking you even faster and leaning in to kiss you as a distraction from the way he was getting noticeably closer to his orgasm even though it hadn’t been that long. At least he was cute after denying him for so long… His desperation left him incapable of speaking or keeping his eyes open, and there was no way for him to fight against the tight hold your legs had around his waist.

“Fuck— Mein hase—“ He toppled a bit. “Need you to cum first…” He trailed his hand from your waist to your clit to rub fast circles around the sensitive bud, hoping to race you towards your orgasm faster than his own was approaching. “So fucking pretty when you take my cock, hase.”

You tugged on his hair, and Yangyang faltered slightly with a blissful moan. “So fucking pretty when you fuck me, Xiao Yang.” You won that battle. He immediately submitted to your Dominance with just a rough pull on his pink hair. “Make me cum, baby. Just like that!” Your hips bucked against his, the counter creaking under you.

The faster his fingers worked, the slower his hips went, but that was okay because you were finally teetering on the edge, your orgasm creeping up on you sooner than you thought possible… Maybe it really was a bad idea to stay away from him for so long. Not only was he desperate for you, but you were obviously just as eager to feel him in you again, his thin but long cock pistoning inside of you while his fingers expertly played with your clit the way you taught him. He really was the best listener. Your best boy.

“Yangyang!” you moaned.

Suddenly, you were cumming before you could warn him. Your walls tightened violently around him, causing him to hiss while flicking your clit even faster to make sure you properly rode out your high.

“I’m cumming— Sheise—“ He jerked his hips back like he was trying to pull out of you and instead elect to cum on your stomach, but what he hadn’t prepared himself for was the hold your legs had on him tightening, forcing him to stay buried inside of you. “Wait, wait, baby, I’m cumming—“ He struggled again. You held true.

“Cum inside of me, pretty boy.”

His legs shook under him as Yangyang couldn’t fight off his orgasm any longer. With a defeated moan, he came inside of you, panting in your ear, a cry of disbelief overtaking him. The two of you hardly ever fucked without a condom, so the idea of taking birth control consistently was… Well, not really important to either of you. With your hips tilted up, and him being held inside of you with nowhere to go, the thought of getting you pregnant scared him slightly, but even worse was that it made his orgasm hit him even harder. He could be the one to knock you up, to claim you. Everyone’d know you were his. His damn friends who took up so much of his time, preventing him from getting home to you, they would know you were his.

“I’m cumming again—“

Now you were the surprised one. Never before had Yangyang cum twice in a single round of fucking… And he didn’t even take time to fuck you again, building up to the orgasm. No, it just hit him like a ton of bricks. He remained in you, riding out his second strong orgasm that took his breath away, his hand wrapping around the cupboard handle tightly. When he tried to pull out of you again, you didn’t let up as either of you expected— No, you stared at his red cheeks, his heavy lidded eyes, and his jaw hanging agape, admiring the way he looked so fucked-out all because of you.

“Please,” he begged quietly.

You shook your head. “Gotta make sure it sticks.”

He moaned again, biting his lip and looking down at where your bodies met, the creaminess of his two loads already seeping out around his cock, standing his pelvis and the inside of your thighs.

“You’re so pretty when you can’t think straight, baby…” You smiled at him, brushing his sweaty pink hair out of his face. He blushed in response. “You’ll have to call in sick… I don’t think you’ll be able to leave bed tonight or tomorrow.” He gulped at the thought. “Pretty boy.”

Yangyang leaned back in to kiss you one more time. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And then there was a knock at the door. “Liu Yangyang! Where the fuck are you?!” Shit, Kun sounded pissed…

Yangyang tried to pull out of you again, as if he hadn’t learned his lesson yet, you weren’t letting him go, not even for his friends. He accepted his fate willingly. With a quiet sigh, he said that he’d text them that he was sick… and that he couldn’t make it to work the following day… You smiled at him, content with that conclusion, patting his pink hair to show your appreciation.

[castielmacleod]

Was anyone going to tell me that the last words Crowley ever canonically says to Cas are “Sorry, Castiel” or did I just have to realise that by going through episode transcripts myself

[lucrativesoul]

Welcome Home

summary: you finally graduated college and are home free for the summer, planning to spend as much time as possible with your best friend. what you weren't planning for, however, was the incredible sight of her older brother, Leon, who had drastically changed after all those years. you had never thought you would fall for your best friend's brother.

pairing: leon kennedy (re2) x fem! reader

word count: 9.3k

warnings: smut, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, dom(ish) leon

a/n: guys, thank you endlessly for 300+ followers, 250+ reblogs and all those likes! i'd like you all to take a moment to read this, apologies... i absolutely love writing. I've been writing for ten years! crazy. i do it for fun, and because i want to put out the content that i want to consume and i want to be that outlet for people who don't write but want to consume, that is just as fair! a while ago, while writing this, my laptop gave me a scare. i'm realizing now that its a 5 year old macbook, which, in apple timeline, means it might be on the way out at the blink of an eye. if you are feeling generous at all, i have created a ko-fi. it is absolutely not necessary, because i'm not doing this blog for money, but if you really love my work and want other ways to support me, it's there. i will never be upset at no donations, but i made it in hopes that i'm on this blog for a long time. so sorry for the rambling, i really hope you guys enjoy this one, and i will be back soon for a fifth fic. love u!

No matter how many young adult fiction books you read, how many love story tropes you think you have seen, there was just one that seemed so unreasonable, it was almost laughable. Because, after all, you spent way too much time with this person to ever even see him as attractive, it had never even crossed your mind. Come on, your best friend’s brother? The boy who was so ungracious, messy, impolite, and had a crude, childish sense of humor? It was just unrealistic.

Until… It was realistic.

For all your life, you looked at Leon Kennedy as the young, bumbling boy who tripped over his own two feet at any given opportunity, ready to make jokes at inappropriate times and constantly worked overtime to barge in when you and your best friend were hanging out. He was only two years older than you, but his personality read the same age, if not, younger. Boys will be boys…

You always knew that college would change a person, and you can’t deny that about yourself, but it was so hard to look at the people you were closest to and imagine that they, too, changed with college. Your best friend was still the same person you knew since middle school, and all those years that you knew Leon, he had never changed, until he left for college himself. You were confident in knowing that when he came back, he would be the same exact person, just… older.

You could not have been more wrong.

“These days could not go by any faster.” Your best friend whined to you over the phone, a daily routine between the two of you. “I need you home ASAP, Leon is driving me crazy. He’s being so loud.”

Yep, that sounded pretty in character for him. “I know, just five more days, and I’m home free, forever. I wish commencement wasn’t even happening at this rate, I’m wasting away here.”

You were finishing up your last days as a college senior at a school that was a thousand miles away from home. The scholarship opportunity was incredible, and you could not say no to this offer. Your best friend chose to stay local, which you inwardly criticized, but would never say to her. You knew her parents could have afforded to send her here, who needs that big of a house for a family of four anyway?!

Commencement was set to happen on Thursday, and it was currently Sunday. Your own parents had flown in to watch you walk the stage, and while you knew your best friend would have dropped everything to come as well, her school chose to hold theirs on the same exact day. Figures.

“I miss you guys. The summers I came home just weren't enough. I have to say, I’m so glad this internship bullshit is over. It feels like I haven’t ever even lived with you.”

You heard her groan on the other line. “I know! It’s so stupid. Why would a program even make it so you could only intern in the summer? Don't they know you are only in your twenties once?!”

You laughed at her remark, gazing off as you continued the conversation. Classes were over and exams were concluded, at least you had a healthy pile of books to go through to pass the time. You decided to worry about the logistics of taking them home at a later date.

There’s something so innocent about getting lost in the world of young adult romance. Some would say it makes their own lives dreary, coming to the conclusion that they could never live out these fantasies in the real world, but to you, it felt real anyways. It only made you happier. It puts some optimism in your life.

The comfy plane read you chose was about a high school girl, absolutely smitten over the five-years-older brother of her best friend. This type of thing, you thought, just seemed too… fairytale, to be real. In no world where you knew someone as a child could you grow up and think they were an object of fantasy. You tried picturing you and Leon in this situation. Never!

Admittedly, you haven’t seen Leon in like 4 years. The last time you saw him, it was right before you left for college, and your major requires summer internships which leave a very small window for home visits. You never crossed paths during those times. From what your friend tells you, he’s rarely home now, he must have migrated to a new group of friends in college and found other passions. Good for him, you thought, you wish you could say the same, but you needed the income from whatever job you landed from your internship.

He was never really a tiny boy in high school, he was of a pretty average build and rivaled some of the football players, but he was not an athletic kid. You can’t imagine him changing that much more, your best friend never talked about him like that, obviously, so, you only had to imagine after the last time you saw him.

From your own personal standpoint, it was just impossible to believe in this best friend’s brother trope. You shut the book and closed your eyes, willing the plane to start moving faster.

As soon as your plane touched down, you whipped your phone out to send a text: As soon as all this shit is put away, I’m coming straight over.

Predictably, less than three minutes later: YES!! All nighter, we’re 14 again. I have drinks in the fridge.

Willing yourself through all the pleasantries of coming home, promising other relatives you would be by in a few days when you are settled, you merely threw your suitcase down into your room before dashing out to your car, knowing the route to your best friend’s house even with your eyes closed. 

A tight, running start hug was the intro you both needed as a fresh start to the summer.

“Please tell me you are home for good now, they aren't making you do any more summer internships?”

You laughed as you followed her into the house. It felt like it’s been forever since you’ve been in this large house’s lived-in walls. “No, thank god. I’m officially done. Except for job hunting, but I’m putting that off for as long as I can get away with it.”

“Agreed.”

As you followed her up the steps to her room, snacks and drinks spilling over your arms, a loud cacophony rang out through the house, coming from the garage. “What the hell is that?” You stopped short, listening to it through the closed door.

“Wow, that’s how I really know it’s been forever since you’ve been here. I’m so used to it now. It’s a band that Leon is a part of. The ‘rents loaned out a car space in the garage.”

Wow, you thought, multiple things to dissect here. One: this has been going on for some time now, and you never knew. You didn’t blame your friend for not bringing it up, it wasn’t weird to not mention a new hobby of her brother’s. Two: Leon apparently knew how to play an instrument. You couldn’t recall anytime seeing him play anything, and he had never expressed an interest in singing, so that was difficult to digest. Three: their parents would give up a car space just for them to do this. They still had two car spaces left in there.

“God, it’s really been that long, huh? I’ll have to get him to spill all about this whenever he comes out.”

You heard a groan from in front of you on the stairs, and you hopped up to be beside her, headed to her bedroom. “If you can even catch him. He’s like a slippery snake. Plus, he’s so private, I don't know what happened to him. Anyway, you should come over tomorrow night and pregame with me and the girls, cause…” 

She droned on, and while you still had half of your brain paying attention to her, you couldn’t help but think about that sentence she just said. Leon’s different now? The slippery snake part didn’t make many waves, you weren’t surprised that a man in his mid twenties didn’t want to be bothered, but you didn’t expect a whole new personality to come out of him. What happened while he was gone? Or, what kind of epiphany did he have?

“Oh, my god, look at this, too. I totally forgot to send you this. I’m so mad you missed it!”

Your best friend shoved a phone in your face, and you took it, grateful for the mental topic switch. It was a group of four girls and five boys, your old friends, standing along a cliffside in bathing suits. You assumed this was the cliff jumping extravaganza you heard about over the phone a couple weeks ago. And, yes, you were also mad you missed it.

“This looked like so much fun, I haven't seen all of them in forever. Maybe we can convince everyone to do it again soon.” You looked up and smiled as your friend laughed. You looked back down to the photo. “Who is this?”

She leaned over you as you zoomed in on a man in the top right, his lower half covered by a girl bending forward for a photo, but you could tell he was incredibly toned. His hair was pushed back with water from the lake below, and a broad smile graced his features. You sensed familiarity, but you had never met this person before.

Your friend scoffs. “Girl, what? That’s Leon.”

“What?!” Has it really been that long since you’ve seen Leon in person? Now that you look at it again, yep, that’s definitely him, but why does he look so different? Thinking back, it wasn’t often you spent time with him around after he graduated high school and went to college. You saw him probably even less than you visited home during your college career, and honestly, it has probably been years since you’ve seen him at all. “He looks so… different.”

“Like I said, I don’t know what happened. Maybe he won’t recognize you either.” You handed her phone back to her. Maybe, you wondered, but you doubted it. Nothing about you changed at all. You woke up every day waiting for a magical overnight nose job and five month glute progress from the gym that you didn’t go to, but it never happened. 

The night carried on, the strange questions about Leon’s college whereabouts pushed to the back of your mind. It felt so good to be back home. The summer was only just getting started, and with the buzz running through your system, you couldn't feel anything except excitement.

“I’m out of water, fuckkk,” You moaned. Your friend giggled at you. 

“Go get some. And don’t fall.” If you were any more sober you would have glared at her for this, reminding you of the time you drunkenly took a tumble down her stairs, but right now, it was only a funny memory as you totally didn’t have an iron grip on the railing as you walked down.

The rest of the house was dark and quiet now. You remembered her saying her parents were somewhere else, so you hadn’t seen them at all tonight, and there was no longer heavy music coming from the garage. You instinctively turned your head that way, like it would magically start up again.

You stumbled over to the refrigerator, yanking it open and hearing all the bottles clink around on the door. It took you a second to collect your bearings, but after a few more seconds, water was located, and you let your eyes readjust to the darkness as you shut the door. A figure in the darkness made you yelp.

“Goddamnit, you scared me!” You placed a hand over your beating heart.

A deep laugh floated through the air at this, but you were still partially blinded. “Hey, you. I’m sorry, I thought you were my sister.”

Leon. 

You blinked hard a few times, willing the night vision to return, and a little bit of your drunkenness away. You took a hard look at the man in front of you, as good of a look as you could. You only saw a silhouette, a dark shirt, hair over his forehead, and he was taller than you, wider, stronger. This was not the Leon you remember from high school.

“Leon. It’s so nice to see you.” You tried your hardest to sound normal, but surely he already knew what the two of you were up to.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Slowly, your vision was returning, and his facial features were becoming prominent. Eyes. Mouth. Smile. “Congratulations on graduating, back home for good now?” 

“Yeah, yes. Thank god. Thank you.” You could now tell you were fumbling over your words, and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back upstairs. “I’ll be here a lot more often now, so get used to me.” You walked around him back to the stairs, listening to that low chuckle that you got out of him. God, you really needed another drink.

The night and next day bore on with nothing too important left to remember about it, as long as you were in the confort of your home town again getting fucked up with nowhere to be, it was a great time as far as you were concerned. 

Though, despite continuing to drink that night and waking up a little unsteady the next morning, you couldn’t shake that brief encounter you had with Leon. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could already tell he looked different. His build was wider than the last time you saw it, he even looked a little taller. He had only ever been maybe an inch above you, but since he disappeared to college, it looked like he went up at least five. Or maybe you were shrinking. 

You were mad it was so dark and you were on the edge of tipsy and drunk to be able to clearly see him. You saw him in the photo of the outing at the cliffside, but you really didn't want to believe that was him. He was almost… sexy.

Which was crazy. You had never thought of Leon like that. Yes, there was some sort of novelty to having a crush on the only consistent older man in your life whom you weren’t related to, but whenever you came face to face with him, it was just normal. You felt nothing, he was just there. 

But this… this could change everything. Was he actually attractive now? God knows you weren’t the best at being normal around people who you thought were attractive, and that could make things infinitely awkward with being around your best friend so often. And your best friend, what would she even think? You can’t confide in her to tell her you might think her older brother is hot. This was all messed up. This is not how you wanted summer to start.

–

A few days had passed with no rift, and your momentary crisis left with no memory. You discovered, though, as much as you couldn’t wait for summer to roll around so you could be free of your duties, your days were much more boring than you had anticipated. With your past summer internships, you were always busy, and had one or two days a week to rest at most. But now, with the summer sun high in the sky and no requirements of you anymore, you were at a loss of anything to do other than sit by your best friend’s pool, baking in the heat.

“They’re having some start-of-summer party going on in one of the campus houses tonight, are we down?”

You didn’t move your head nor open your eyes as your friend spoke to you. “Yeah, sure. It will be more of a time than drinking with just us.”

She sighed. “You can say that again.”

You pushed yourself up off the chair. “I’ll be back, don’t drown.”

You listened to her sarcastic response as you went inside the house, needing a moment to cool down, and to refill your drink. As you slid the glass door shut, you were greeted with the sound of loud instruments, reminding you of the first night you came here once returning from school. Leon must have had his bandmates come over some time while the both of you were outside, as you don’t remember hearing this, or seeing anyone else. You ignored it, and stalked past the door, headed upstairs to the kitchen.

The music stopped, a door opened, and chatter became clearer without the barrier. You didn’t know who else Leon could have here, you didn’t know his friends, and you were suddenly too aware of the bikini you had on. Whatever, you soothed your anxiety, I look good.

“Oh, hey.” You turned around at the strange voice, not recognizing the person standing at the stairway, headed towards the kitchen. “Now it’s a party.”

“Dude, gross.” A more familiar voice followed quickly behind the quip, and Leon’s head became visible as he climbed the stairs. “Sorry.” He spoke now to you, visibly doing his best to keep eye contact with you. Now you could really feel your half-nakedness. 

“Doesn’t sound like you guys are making much progress out there.” You joked, turning your head back to where you were filling your water bottle. You heard Leon’s friend laugh, making a remark along the lines of blaming other people in the band, but you unintentionally tuned him out.

“We’re trying.” Leon was closer to you now, and when you turned, his friend had disappeared, probably into the bathroom. Leon was grabbing drinks from the fridge, and the two of you were separated by the kitchen island, sunlight illuminating both of you.

His hair was a shade darker than you remembered it being, still blonde, but almost brown. It came down to touch his ears, and the pieces of bangs on his forehead were clumped together with sweat. He had on a gray tank, the ones with the arm holes that go down to your ribcage. His arms, god, those arms–

“Doing anything fun out there?” He walked around the island, even closer to you now, getting cups from the cabinets. 

You shook your head. “Just trying to become a leather couch while I’m still young.” You fixed the top of your water bottle back on, but didn’t move from your spot, taking the chance to talk to Leon.

“That’s the spirit.” He placed the cups down on the counter and leaned on it, clearly standing around to talk to you, too. You noticed a bandage wrapped around his right hand as he crossed his arms.

“What happened there? Start scrapping with the wrong people?” 

He lifted it and looked at it, like he just realized it was there. He laughed softly. “This might sound gross, but it's just a callus that burst open the other day. Right when I was used to holding drumsticks all the time.”

You sighed a gentle laugh. “Doesn’t that hurt, still using it?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I just didn’t want to start touching shit and get it all gross again.” He set his hand back down. You took the silence to ask another question. 

“When did the drums start? That was never a thing as far as I can remember.” He looked down, slowly nodding his head, as if trying to piece together memories of what his life was like the last time he saw you.

He sighed. “I kind of picked it up during college. I thought it was a lot of fun. I knew a lot of guys at the time who were in a bunch of different bands, so they had access to all these instruments, and I tried a bunch, but the only one that stuck was drums. I guess it’s easy and I like it only because I still can’t read sheet music for the life of me.”

You smiled softly at his explanation. Looking at him in the daylight, now, you can see the old him in his features. He grew into his face, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced, and his dimpled chin fitting perfectly into his jawline. His eyes were soft, yet tired. Still the bright blue you remember them being.

“Are you any good?”

He smiled fully at this, looking back up to you. “Of course. I know it sounds like ass right now, but we’re trying out some new stuff. But, and maybe I’m just biased, I think we have some really solid potential.”

You shrugged, a grin still present on your face. “I’ll have to see it to believe it.”

Leon stood up now, grabbing the cups and the still tied together 6-pack. “I agree. We’re doing a local show next Wednesday night. I’m always inviting my sister, but she doesn’t like going alone, and the rest of your friends don’t like that bar.” You smiled at this. Sounds typical of your friends. “Maybe she will come if you will. And, uh, if you’re still with that guy, he can come, too.”

Your brow furrowed at this. “Guy?”

Leon shrugged. “Oh, well, she told me in passing that you were with some guy last summer. From around here.”

You paused to think about this, nearly forgetting your whole past trying to rake your brain for a memory. It then hit you. “Oh, shit, yeah, that was definitely just a summer thing. He was…” A douche, conceited, horrible at sex. “Not the best. I’m not seeing anybody. And definitely not while school was in. I was way too busy for that.” 

He nodded, standing up a little straighter. “Well, that’s good. And fuck that guy.” You giggled at his support. “I think you should come. I’d be happy to see you there.”

And, oddly, for the first time ever speaking with Leon, your stomach did a flip that only ever happened when you were talking to someone whom you liked. It caught you off guard, and your words caught on your throat.

You nodded quickly, using the opportunity to take a deep breath in. “Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ve got the time to, now.”

“Cool. I won’t disappoint, I promise.” With that, Leon bounded back across the room and down the stairs, opening and shutting the door to the garage. You sighed deeply. You didn’t like the feeling that was creeping up inside of you.

Putting your newfound conundrum aside for the night, you resolved to let loose and get back to enjoying the summer the way you had intended to. You were almost tempted to stick around and listen once his band got started with the music again as you were on your way outside, but decided against it, as your friend would surely be asking what took so long. 

Part of you wished Leon had gone to this little party tonight, considering he knew all of your mutual friends, but he was never the party type before this, and it seemed that college did not change that much either. It would make sense if he had a gig coming up, they must be preparing, but you didn’t picture him to be much of a perfectionist. Maybe that changed as well.

–

“Why are we going to this again?” Your friend asked as she followed you out of her house, locking the door behind her. She seemed awfully quick to keep up with you for complaining about doing something she doesn't want to.

“I don’t know, it gives us something to do. Leon asked me to come. Now you’re coming with me.”

“What? Why did Leon ask you to come? He doesn't ask me.” The two of you slid into her sleek black coupe. 

You shrugged as you fastened the belt. “I saw him the other day when I was here, I came in while we were out by the pool. We were just talking. And he said he does invite you, by the way, but you never go.”

She was the one to shrug this time. “Maybe he does. You think there will be hot men here?”

“We’re both hoping.” You half-assed the response, but you already knew the answer was yes. You could never tell her you think Leon is attractive now. You had been mulling it over the past few days, ever since you spoke to him, and you had no choice but to confirm it. He really, really grew into his body. You could even push the curiosity aside to wonder what it was about college that changed him like that, you were just thankful it happened.

Your local bar looked just as you remembered, dark and looming from the outside, people filing in and out simultaneously. It was much busier than you had ever seen it, but the show was most likely the reason for the sudden influx in customers.

The crowd was a thick mass, and you had trouble even spotting the stage when you walked in, but once you and your friend had found a nice little corner, vacant of bodies, and conveniently found a third mutual friend to stand by, the room seemed a little less stuffy.

You absentmindedly scanned the crowd, people hoarding in front of the stage, waiting to be the first to break open the mosh pit, presumably, people in the back drinking idly and chatting, almost like they don't even know a show is happening this night. You found yourself looking for Leon. He was in the building somewhere. You wished you could have told him you were there, but what good would that have done? He wouldn’t have come out to say hello, there were preparations to be had back there.

God, shut up already, you willed at yourself, annoyed at the mere fact that you couldn’t stop thinking of Leon.

Admittedly, you thought of that first scene more often than not recently. The muscle shirt, ribcage exposed, thick arms, sweet smile and bouncy cheeks with a strong jawline, the vision came to you during the day, at breakfast, while you were scrolling your phone, late at night, when the moon was your only company. 

You wondered what he would look like tonight. You were so anxious for him to step out on stage. Would he see you?

Your friend stumbled sideways into you, knocking you out of your monetary stupor. People were now starting to crowd in, hence the bump, and you were assuming the start of the set was about to happen.

On cue, the lights went darker, the roar of the crowd exploded, and people rushed on stage and took their places. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Leon, who, from what you could only see from the backlight so far, had on another muscle shirt. It made your legs feel like jelly.

The lights went on, and after a brief introduction from the front man who was holding a guitar, they started. Leon was right, they were pretty good when they weren’t rehearsing new material. You knew this wasn’t the type of music your best friend was into, but to your surprise, she was bopping away with your other mutual friend, both of them holding drinks. That’s probably why.

Turning back, you could see Leon clearly under the lights now, which were strobing in and out, flashing different colors and patterns. His hair was pushed back this time, exposing his forehead, and looking brand new. You liked the way it looked on him, it made him almost look older. Everytime a strong beam of light would shine down on him, you could see the glistening sweat on his skin, his face. He was so focused on hitting the beats, and succeeded everytime, and you were so enticed by it.

This was a side of Leon you never thought you would see. It was so clear, standing in the crowd watching, how much he belonged up there. He looked so confident, every move was made with ease, no hesitation, and you could feel yourself melting.

It was like a headrush, you didn’t think you would enjoy it this much, but clearly, every moment took your breath away. Yes, you were looking at Leon the whole time, but who could really tell?

Soon enough, the show ended, and the crowd was applauding for what felt like ten minutes as the individual members left the stage, thanked everyone, hopped down to talk to others. You were interrupted with your people-watching when your friend grabbed you by the elbow to let you know she was headed back to the bar for more drinks, and you absentmindedly nodded while you turned back.

You caught the back of Leon, dipping behind the stage into the back of the bar. The tips of your fingers tingled with… something, some emotion you couldn’t read… and you let your body take over as you weaved through the crowd, headed to the back.

People bumped you and yelled in your ears as you squeezed in between them, paying them no mind, on a mission of your own.

After a few seconds, you reached a hallway, a few people lingering by the bathrooms, and you spotted someone, you recognized him as the frontman, dipping behind another doorway, chattering loudly to people behind the wall. Times like this, you wished you had decided to down some liquid courage.

You stalked slowly over to the doorway, seeing flashes of shadow as people walked by, unsure if you should hang out or go in. Most likely, you weren’t welcome, it was probably for performers only, but you couldn’t help it, you continued inching closer, drawn in by an unseen force.

As you took another step inward, a figure rushed out and crashed right into you. 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, bathrooms are that way if you’re looking for them, this is restricted access.” You looked up at the man you walked into, you didn’t know who it was. 

“Oh, um…” You backed up a step, and though he was making moves to walk around you, he was waiting for a response. “I was actually waiting for Leon… the drummer.” You added in the title, just in case this was a man who worked at the bar with no affiliation to the band. But, to your relief, he nodded.

“I’ll get him, just chill over there, ‘kay?”

You dumbly nodded and backed up again. The hallway was lit with fluorescents, the bright white kind, but it was still dark, with the walls and floors looking slick with condensation. You opted not to lean up against them.

“Hey, you’re still here?” A voice snapped your head back over to your left, and you saw Leon walking towards you. “You didn’t leave with the rest of them?” He must have seen your other friend there as well.

You shook your head. “They’re still here, I think. Just getting drinks.” He nodded. “I told you I would come.” You held your arms out in a here I am gesture. He laughed.

“I’m so glad. I didn’t see you while I was up there, but… I do tend to just tune everything else out when I play.”

“You did great. You were really good.” You spoke, almost breathless for no apparent reason. 

He smiled softly, his eyes holding contact with yours. “Thank you.” His hair was now starting to fall back into place on his forehead, his face was still red with exerted energy. Your eyes wandered, without your permission, his arms were shining under the hallway lights, still sweaty. You looked away, but he saw. “You look great tonight.” His voice was low, and a twist went straight down your abdomen.

You smiled back. You briefly looked down at your outfit, simply a short skirt and loose band tee. “Thank you. It’s nothing.” 

“I like it.” He looked back into your eyes, and you found yourself lost for words. He broke eye contact for a second, turned around and looked into the back room where, presumably, the rest of his bandmates were. He turned back to you. “You know,” He looked down, and took a step forward towards you, slowly, as if to test the waters. You stayed put. “It’s been so long since I saw you last. I almost didn’t recognize you the first night you were at the house.” You grinned at the memory. You were also equally stunned to not know Leon had changed so much. “Not that you weren’t before but… You’re beautiful, now.” 

Your stomach sank at his words, and with his new proximity to you, it caused you to have to look up at him. You felt a strong shiver course up your body.

“I really… I didn’t recognize you. You look so different, too.” You whispered, knowing he was close enough to hear you. “I didn’t even think it was you at first.”

He simply stared at you for a few more moments, taking in your words, and the way you looked in front of him right now. You were suddenly self conscious, but his gaze seemed to tell you that he liked whatever he saw.

“I… don’t want to back you into any corners here…” He looked down, still not meeting your eyes. “But you’re giving me a… vibe. And I’d rather fuck around and find out than never know if I don’t try.”

You stood up straighter, coming closer to meet his face, his eyes finally touching back onto yours. “What kind of vibe?” You had to say something, anything, because you could barely comprehend this situation right now. Leon was catching a vibe from you? Could he tell that you were looking at his body? Could he tell that you thought he became very sexy?

He tilted his head a little further, and his brow bone cast a shadow over his eyes, darkening them. Another shiver down your body. He shrugged. “I think I just… think you are incredibly attractive, now.” His eyes darted down your body for a quick second before resuming their previous place. “And I want to know if you want to just try it out. Just once.”

You took a quick, silent breath in. He must have been picking up your messages, even though you said nothing and only spoke to him once. Was that one conversation that powerful? Was it the hint you dropped about not being with that guy anymore? Was this something he just knew he was going to attempt as soon as he saw you? You didn’t know, and you really didn’t have the time to think it over.

You reached up and placed a hand on his chest, slowly taking the shirt on his body in your hands, pulling him closer, but with no force. His eyes darted up behind you, and he turned his head quickly one more time. He saved you the trouble, and dipped his head down and kissed you hard.

You sighed instantly, fully gripping his shirt and dragging him in closer to you, pushing your body against his as you could feel him move towards you at the same time. You were exploding, you didn’t know what to do with the rest of your body, and could only bring your other hand up to his bicep, where he then palmed your waist. He pulled back after a few seconds.

“Follow me,” His face was flushed, and when he turned around, you were very quick to follow. He maneuvered the two of you through the back room, where people still were congregating, but none of them paid much attention to the two of you. You passed by his other bandmates, and when he turned the corner, he pushed open a door, and ushered you inside. It was a bathroom. “This is the best I can do right now.”

Instead of replying, you simply grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him in. The room was dark, you could tell from under your eyelids as you felt the heat of his face on yours again, and you were at least happy for that, you weren’t too sure you wanted to see the state of the bar’s bathroom at this moment.

His hands found solace again on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles, and fingers teasing along the waistband of your skirt. Leon pressed himself further into you, sandwiching you in between him and the wall, and the stark difference in temperature between the two caused another series of shivers to run up your body.

Leon’s mouth left your lips, now wet and slick with his saliva and yours, and traced them down the length of your jaw, along your neck, nipping at the tender skin, making you sigh and arch your back, increasing the contact of your bodies. Your hands dragged along his sturdy shoulders, reaching around and locking your arms behind his neck, holding him in as he worked your neck, and as his hands started to move. You kept breathily gasping as he bit underneath your jawline, fingertips caressing your jutting hip bone, dipping lower, causing ripples to erupt in your core.

He had positioned his hands now to take purchase on the hem of your skirt, full intentions of pulling it up, when he released his lips from your neck and his face was back in front of yours. 

“Sorry that this is all we have.” His voice was low, and you almost didn't hear it over the static of the bar music softly coming in through the speakers. “We can wait if you want.”

His hand was still positioned on your clothing, and you didn’t let go of him even a little bit. You could only look up, your head already touching the wall behind you. “Where’s the thrill in that?”

Under his shadow, you saw his lips quirk up slightly, he breathed a laugh, and dove back in to kiss you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging, hearing him groan at the sensation. The hand that was ready to hike your skirt up did just that, and his other was gripping your thigh, lifting it higher so he could slide himself right in between. 

He made himself comfortable pressed against you, and you could feel his erection growing through his jeans, giving himself some sort of friction, and you pushed back, earning another groan through your still connected lips. You dropped one of your hands from his hair and traced down his bicep, and into the large hole of his shirt, relishing in every ridge that his ribcage and abdomen had to offer. His skin was so smooth, you knew you would never be able to get enough.

He backed away from the kiss briefly for another moment. “If I never saw you that day you came inside, half naked… in my house looking like that…” He continued to grind himself into you as he spoke, earning noises from the both of you. “Who knows how long I would have to wait?” The hand on your thigh crept upward, leaving a wake of shivers in its path. His palm was flush to your bare skin, reaching the joint of your thigh and hip, and he squeezed the flesh of your hip, digging his thumb into the sweet spot, making you squirm. You clawed at his back, you didn’t even care if it hurt him. You were sure it didn’t.

Leon hovered his mouth over yours, not connecting, but enticing you, and you could only look up at him through a foggy gaze. His hair had now fallen back over his forehead, streaked with sweat, but you hardly minded the way it was touching yours, you wanted him closer. It was impossible how, through the shadow he cast from the light behind him, you could see his blue eyes so clearly, pupils blown, the way he was looking at you made you want to drop dead.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you didn’t even have words to say back to him, you just needed to show him what you thought, how you felt, you just needed him. Your hands came around the front of his body again, not losing contact the entire way, and grasped desperately at his belt, needing to pull out his girth, needing to have his cock in your hands, mouth, in you.

You gasped, trying to form words, but his presence was so dominating, you almost couldn’t. “Leon…” You breathed, and your fingers couldn’t work the clasp fast enough. “Let me…” Finally, it slid open, you pulled the two ends of the belt apart, and made quick work to free his dick from its constraints. Your knees buckled, and you started sliding down the wall.

As you were about to hit the ground, his hands hoisted you back up from under your arms, and you could have whined, the frustration growing, the time only growing in between you getting to have him in your mouth.

“No, I’m sorry,” He grunted as he pulled you up. He put both hands under your thighs, and you gasped as he suddenly picked you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck for balance. “You’re not getting on this floor for me, we’ll save that for another time.”

Another time. Fuck, just those words alone had you melting in his grasp, his strong hands and arms holding you up, walking you around the corner of the bathroom and shutting the two of you in a stall.

“But, you already started this for me, so,” He had you pressed in between himself and the wall once again, one of his arms was still holding you up in the air, legs wrapped around his torso. He tried to separate himself as much as he could to pull his cock out, you reached down in between the two of you to help him, pulling the waistband forward so he could pull them down.

Your breath caught as he pulled it out, a solid, thick length, rock hard, and you were suddenly so mad he wouldn’t let you suck it, because, fuck you would have sucked the life out of him at just the sight of his dick. 

Once he was free, he stroked himself a couple of times, causing himself to moan, and shit, you almost did, too, and he went back to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up over your hips, exposing your small underwear. He eyed them for a moment, humming in acceptance, before sliding them sideways and exposing your aching pussy to the cool air. You, in contrast, were overheating in this bathroom, but now that you were free, it felt so nice, and it felt even better when he ran his fingers along the length, in between your folds, pressing into your clit to watch you squirm again under him.

You sighed loudly, moans slipping out with your breathing as his contact with your heat felt like heaven, your head leaned back and hit the wall, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t feel it, you felt nothing but Leon’s fingers right now.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” He was breathing heavily, and you choked out a whimper when he slid one of his fingers in, and it wasn’t stopped with any friction. You also couldn’t believe how wet you were, but then again, you would jump hurdles to be able to suck his dick right here and now, so it must have gotten you worked up. “You feel so good around me.” He mumbled, practically groaned out, sliding in a second finger with ease, the slick sounds becoming louder as he worked you open, and while it felt so good, you just needed him to fuck you already.

“Leon…” You kept whining, unable to say anything else, mind fading, only wrapped around the feeling of him pleasuring you, fingering you, loosening you up for him. “Please, Leon…” You moved your hips, trying to signal to him to pull his fingers out, but he resisted, his hand following the movements of your hips, only going deeper, causing you to squeal when he went as far in as he could.

“Stay still, take it…” Now he pushed himself back against you, finding your lips again and kissing passionately, trapping his fingers inside you, and when you felt them move inside of you, you couldn’t help but squirm against him. His tongue caressed your lips, the inside of your mouth, and your tongue as he was so entwined in kissing you and in fingering you to the edge, his other hand gripping relentlessly at your ass.

After what felt like forever, he backed away, strings of saliva connecting your mouths, his eyes darker than ever, and you, breathing heavily, working to regain composure. He slid his fingers out, a small hiss escaping your lips with the emptiness.

“Fuck,” He sighed, and he looked back down in between you two. He adjusted his grip on your thigh and ass as he used his now free hand to line the tip of his cock up with your entrance, you felt a throb hit the core of your pussy at the mere sight, and you instinctively tightened when he teasingly dragged the tip along your lips, not giving you what he knew you wanted.

You sighed frustratingly, and couldn’t help it but to reach down and wrap your own hand around his dick. The sudden contact made him gasp, but he caught your hand and prevented you from piloting the moment.

“Just relax…” You didn’t need to look up to hear the smile painting his face, and as much as you wanted to protest, you knew he had the upper hand. This time. “You’ll get it, just be patient.” He drew a couple more lines into you, with your hand still trapped under his on his cock, which you could feel it throb every few seconds, and he finally pushed the tip into you.

You whimpered, whole body going slack, and you drew your hand back from his dick to find closure on his shoulder, steadying yourself as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. He had to stop every other second to collect himself as well, jaw tightened, hands gripping bruises into your hips and legs, a long, deep sigh once he was bottomed out.

He brought himself closer to you, relishing in the feeling of you being wrapped around him, unmoving, and he had his face in the crook of your neck, as if to ground himself from the feeling. Your body was shaking slightly, and you could barely breathe with his weight on top of you, but it all felt so good. His skin was slick, sweat coating anywhere that wasn’t exposed to the air, and your hands drawing deep scratches into his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, fuck…” You felt Leon’s lips moving against your throat, and his breath was hot, you could tell he was desperate to move inside of you, but he was still. “You’re so tight, god…” His lips moved up to place gentle kisses along your jawline, and your head rolled to the side to give him more access. He stayed there for a second, teeth grazing your skin, and after a while you were ready for him to start moving.

You picked your head up and turned sideways, forcing him to look directly at you, wasting no time in reconnecting your lips, and, while continuing to kiss you, he slowly slid out, and pushed himself back in.

The both of you were glued to each other as he continued to thrust in and out, your hands gripping impossibly hard on his shoulders, thighs shaking, breaths choppy. His eyes never left your face, he was watching your expressions so closely, you had no control over whatever was happening to you, you could barely breathe, you were so focused on the feeling that Leon was delivering, you simply ceased to acknowledge the setting you both were in.

“God, Leon…” You choked out in between gasps, head hitting the wall over and over, trying to helplessly grind your hips into his when he thrust up, but you had no energy to move against him. He took the initiative, and every time he would plunge into you, he would stay there for a beat longer, and make sure your previously ignored clit was getting the friction it needed, which made you whine even louder.

His breaths were so heavy, spitting out ‘Fuck’, and ‘Oh, shit’, and ‘So good’ every few seconds, letting his train of thought loose as he let himself go, and lost control of the pace.

One of his hands let go of your thigh, and it landed along your chin, forcing your head down to look into his eyes. “How does that feel, hm? So hard to move in you, so tight.” His voice was a broken mess, just breaths, essentially, but it was all you needed to spur you on. 

You simply nodded, knowing the words were nowhere close to coming out right now. Even if you tried, it would be a mess of moans and gasps. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting that point to split you open, your pussy was endlessly wet, enough to fuel a whole round or two, and he let you know.

On another thrust, he pushed himself in and sat there for a moment, your moans spilling out without reserve, you both tensed as the unmistakable sound of the creaking door was heard.

Leon took his right hand, free from holding you up, and laced it over your mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure that you had left in you. 

You were both stiff, eyes wide, and he had his head swung in the direction of the noise. The footsteps approached the counter and turned the sink on. If they were to walk around the corner, they would see Leon’s legs under the door, and could have easily walked in, considering he didn’t shut it all the way, it was just stopped by his body behind it.

He slowly turned his head back to face you, you couldn’t move due to the weight of his hand, and you wanted to writhe under him so bad, feeling his cock throb still deep inside of you while you both were still. Tears were practically forming in your eyes.

He locked eyes with you, and without a sound, mouthed the words Be quiet.

He kept his hand clamped over your mouth, but he slowly adjusted your position so he could slide out of you at a snail’s pace. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to move, and you used all of your remaining energy to hold yourself together, being overcome by the pleasure while also staying conscious of the person who was still at the bathroom sink. You were glad there was still music playing outside in the bar, and the sink was still running, because if it were dead silent, they definitely would have been able to hear the wet sound of Leon pulling out, and fucking back in. 

He held eye contact with you while he continued to do this, holding you so tightly to make sure nothing made any noise,and a devilish grin broke out onto his face. He was enjoying every second of this. 

He was basically getting off on the idea of pushing you to your limit, forcing you to obey what he asked you to, even if it would benefit the both of you rather than just one. If Leon were shameless enough, he could have told them to fuck off, but instead, he held you here, silenced you, yet drove you to the fucking brink just to watch you fall apart. It made you want to cum right then and there.

After what felt like ten, twenty, thirty minutes (fifteen seconds), the sink shut off, a moment of silence, and the door creaked open again. Leon took his hand off your mouth and you both sighed deeply. While holding you still, Leon leaned back to look through the door to confirm you were alone once again.

“You were barely holding it together, I thought we were going to get caught.” He said on another thrust into you, bringing your faces closer once again. You swallowed hard, instinctively choking back moans now.

“Y-you… you were making it hard…” Gasps, again, as Leon was determined to make everything he asked of you difficult.

He brought himself closer into you, and spoke lowly. “Good,” With swift moves, his free hand was around your throat, holding your head back, and he was relentlessly bouncing you up and down on his cock.

The pressure around your throat and the pressure building in your core at his movements was all overwhelming, your hands were cutting crescents into his bicep from your nails, but he hardly took notice, he was so busy moving the both of you as well as keeping an eye on your face to watch how you were responding to his movements, he was too preoccupied.

The slick sounds coming from your pussy were evidence that the situation was much more of a stimulant than you ever expected, and the sound alone brought you so close to the edge.

“I bet you loved almost getting caught.” He groaned out, his movements stuttering, and you knew he must be close as well. “I bet it was driving you crazy, having to shut up while I gave it to you. You took it so well.” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, you wouldn’t even be surprised if you were drooling at this point, Leon had all the power now.

“Leon,” You whispered, no energy for your full voice anymore. He understood.

“Take it, baby.” He thrust harder and harder, pressing you flat against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting all the deepest points. “I’m almost there, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, Leon,” If you could grasp any harder against his arms, you just did. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“You got it, come on, cum for me.” He pressed his forehead into yours, grinding into you on the inward thrusts, making you fall apart in his arms. A few more thrusts, grinding a few more times, and a squeeze to your throat had you gasping in a silent scream around him, panting wildly letting your orgasm loose. 

He fucked you all the way through it. “Shit, that felt so good, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” You watched him as he chased his own, sweat beads dripping down his face, his hair coated in it. His hips stuttered one more time, and as he released his seed into you, he buried his face into your neck, whimpering and biting again. 

He pulled out of you, and it wasn’t missed by either of you the way his cum dripped out of you and onto the floor. You cracked a small smile when you heard him breathe a laugh.

“I’m sure that’s not the first time this bathroom has seen that.” He looked back up at you, breathing heavily, arms shaking from holding you up. You tapped his arms, hoping your legs were strong enough to stand on your own. He lowered you slowly, making sure you were stable before letting you go.

“I hope that’s what you wanted. I might have gotten ahead of myself.” He was still standing in front of you, neither of you made moves to leave the stall. You leaned against the wall for support.

“I would have stopped you a long time ago if it wasn’t, Leon.” He smiled down at you, breaths steadying out. He nodded his head.

“Coming to the house any time soon?”

You laughed out loud this time. “I’m sleeping over this weekend.” 

He smiled wider at the sound of your laugh. He leaned in and kissed you again. “Can’t wait.”

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for lottie behind the cut; a pocketful of Kons. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“No,” she snaps. “You just want to keep trying to wear me down about this.” 

“You think I’m going to let you go meet Superman on the Watchtower?” Mom demands. “With no way off it and no way for me to know what’s happening up there?!” 

“It’s the Watchtower, not the Fortress of Solitude!” Cassie fumes. Even if it were the Fortress of Solitude, it’s not like– 

“Kal is not currently on the Watchtower, Helena,” Diana interrupts gently. “And even if he were, I would certainly not take Cassie to see him without at least informing you, nor leave them immediately unchaperoned.” 

“That doesn’t make me feel better, Diana!” Mom snaps. “You’d still take her!” 

“I would defer to Cassie’s preferences in at least meeting him, yes,” Diana agrees. “Being prepared for the worst is an understandable instinct, my friend, but fixating on the possibility will not help the situation.” 

“She’s a child!” Mom says furiously. “She isn’t going anywhere near that man!” 

“He’s my soulmate!” Cassie shouts at her. “And I’m old enough to go see him if I want! Heck, I'll be eighteen soon, I could go live with him if I wanted!"

“Cassie!” Mom says, looking horrified. Cassie glowers at her defensively, folding her arms. She could. She could probably do it now, even. That’s a thing sometimes, when a guardian or caretaker or relative or whatever tries to sabotage soulmate relationships. Like, legally it’s a thing, she means. There’s definitely been minors who got emancipated to be with soulmates their parents didn’t approve of. Like–usually it’s gay or interracial or different-religion soulmates, she’s pretty sure, but still. Age differences have definitely done it too. 

If her mom’s going to keep trying to push it . . . 

“Cassie?” Cas asks worriedly. He’s still holding Odie, floating in the middle of the kitchen and looking anxious again, and Cassie bites her tongue. That’s another reason her mom’s not coming. She keeps upsetting him, and Cassie’s having a hard time not making it worse herself, because she keeps saying such awful things that Cassie can’t bite back her responses to. 

“It’s okay, Cas,” she says, and he chirps anxiously and then lets Odie down on the kitchen table before zipping back over to her to bob in the air in and around her head, hovering around her in restless loops. 

“Cassie Cassie Cassie,” he frets. “Wondy!” 

“That’s me, yeah,” Cassie says, trying to smile at him, then reaches up with cupped hands and lets him drop into them. He lands on his knees and pats anxiously at her face with both hands. 

“Cassieeeee,” he frets again, and she exhales and brings him in against her collarbone. He throws his arms around her neck the best he can and clings to her. 

She knows Pockets are more emotionally open and honest than the people they came from, usually, but is Superman really like this? 

That’s . . . really sad, actually, and makes her feel kind of bad for him. Cas is sweet and wonderful, but he’s also clearly just so anxious and worried, and so easy to upset, and maybe it’s just because he’s brand-new, but obviously Superman’s not brand-new, so . . .

Well. Maybe that’s why Superman’s got another soulmate. If he needs more attention or support, or just more people in his life, or just . . . something like that, Cassie doesn’t really know. Maybe a less-destructible soulmate, since as far as anyone knows his other one is just a standard baseline human. Probably he worries about her, considering, especially if he really gets anxious this easily. 

She just doesn’t get why her mom is so upset about something like that. If she can help something like that, well–that’s what soulmates are for, right? 

“Our presence has been requested because the League would like to speak to Cassie and meet Castor,” Diana says while Mom is glaring at Cas again, because Mom is being the worst about this and Diana is at least, like, being fair. “Mostly to assess the situation, especially since Kal is allegedly in Metropolis again. Or at least, someone claiming his name and face is.” 

“Yeah, I saw a feed of him online,” Cassie says, biting her lip as she remembers that odd–empty look, almost, that’d been on Superman’s face. It didn’t look anything like any of Cas’s expressions have so far, considering. Or any other expression she’s ever seen on his face. Not that they’ve met, obviously, but Superman’s in the news all the time. She’s seen his face a thousand times in her life, and it’s never looked like . . . that. 

“Ah, did you?” Diana asks, tilting her head before giving her a nod. “Yes, there have been quite a few posted in the past hour or so, apparently. People are–concerned, given . . . everything.” 

“Right,” Cassie says, thinking of that empty expression again and trying not to grimace at the memory of it. Cas really isn’t anything like that, though. Has Superman lost his memory, maybe, or . . . something? He died, so if he came back a little different . . . 

Well. Cas isn’t as empty-faced as that news feed was, but also isn’t very much like the pictures she’s seen of Superman before either, really. So . . . 

So she isn’t sure, really, what that means. Is he hurt? Is something wrong with him? Does he need help? 

She didn’t see his Pocket on the feed. Not the one he’s had all these years in the public eye, and not one from herself either. Maybe he just hasn’t slept, though. Is that a thing? She always thought both soulmates had to be asleep at the same time for Pockets to appear, but maybe not. Maybe that’s just an old wives’ tale or something. And who knows how that even works with Kryptonians, anyway? Who knows if Kryptonians even sleep? Like, ever? 

She could ask Diana, she guesses, but it’s probably not the time.

[miserable-sarah]

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Pairings: Sam x Reader

Requested: Hi. Your stories are great.

I would also like to ask you for a small fanfikton Reader is a bit emotionally upset after a hunt in which she was not supposed to participate. She runs haphazardly through the bunker, bumps into things, gets quite cheeky, eats her way through the kitchen, from cakes to chips.... Sam watches her goings-on for a while, amused, until he decides it's better to put a stop to her, and he knows just how to set his little girl's head straight again.

( daddy Dom) ("next time I tell you to stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!) .... Lots of cuddling at the end. Hope you like the idea. Greetings from Bavaria

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Oral (F&M), NSFW, Dark!Sam, Rough sex, spit kink, Daddy!Kink, slapping, yelling. (sorry if I missed anything.)

Summary: You go on a hunt, you were supposed to stay in the bunker because it was dealing with things you've never dealt with and Sam didn't want you getting hurt. You didn't listen anyway and went. Of course. Sam sets you straight.

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You pace around the kitchen, you were waiting for your food to stop heating. You wanted ice cream but you didn't have any in the bunker. You went on a hunt you weren't supposed to go on. You saw some things you'd never thought you'd ever see. Hell hounds, demons, angels. Nothing made sense anymore. The only thing you know is food, it's the only thing that doesn’t change or surprise you. You take your food out and walk around the bunker, pacing, again. You still can’t wrap your head around what you saw. You almost died, and not because of a demon because of an angel! Aren’t they supposed to be nice!?

You bummed into a lamp, it shook but didn’t fall. You looked at Sam. Sam just looked at you and looked away. Sam and Dean watched you, they know what you’re going through because they also went through it.

“Soon.” Sam replies.

“Soon.” Sam replies.

“She ate all my chips” Dean sighs with a pout.

“Just go get more” Sam shakes his head. The boys stiffen up when Y/n makes her way towards them.

“Why didn’t you tell me? It just doesn’t make sense.” You shake your head confused. Sam tells you everything. Dean backs away.

“I’m just gonna get more snacks” he grabs his keys and leaves

“Sam?” Sam sighs and sits you in the table.

“I was trying to protect you”

“Protect me?!” You shake your head “no that’s all I ever hear. What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me?”

“That is the real reason”

“Did you think I wouldn’t believe you? Or that I couldn’t handle it? Why would you not tell me this? Because I would be too worried what?!”

“Y/n I didn’t tell you so you would be protected. You need to calm down.” Sam was enjoying your little show but now that it’s directed towards him he’s unamused.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’ve been friends with angel and no one decided to tell me! Cas didn’t even tell me!” You pace around more. “Then, I almost get killed” Sam picks you up. “What are you doing?” You yell, he’s draped you over his shoulder with ease.

“I’ve to calm my little girl down” he says walk towards his room. Sam throws on his bed.

“Sam” you whisper

“It’s okay daddy’s got you” you shiver at his words. You lay down on the bed letting Sam take control like always. Sam’s hands run over your sides, he dips down and gives you small kisses on your lips and neck. He removes your shirt with ease, your pants join your shirt somewhere in the room. He kisses down your body, his fingers twist your nipples. You let out a little moan. Your eyes watch as he gets lower on you. The anticipation makes you crave more. You feel yourself getting wet, you clench around nothing. He’s definitely doing his magic because you’re not thinking of the hunt anymore. He kisses your inner thighs making you tingle.

"Sam, please" You start to get needy.

"Please what?" You groan and throw your hair back, you can feel yourself getting embarrassed.

"Please" you stutter "Please, fuck me" you say quietly.

"Louder"

"Sam!" You whine out. He slaps your thigh hard, you let out a squeal. "Daddy, please fuck me" You say louder. Sam smirks at you and he pulls your thong off your body, you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. You quiver just thinking about his touch. Sam kisses your inner thigh again, he moves his head over and licks a strip.

"You want that?" He is still smirking at you. You nod your head. "Words" he slaps your thigh again.

"Yes, daddy" you whimper, you bite your lip and look at him in the eyes. He stares right back at you, his large hands hold your hips down as he starts sucking and licking at your clit. You moan and try to move your body but Sam's got you held down. You throw your head back and enjoy what he's doing. Sam slaps your thigh again making you look at him. You watch him and he makes sure you're watching. Sam always loves to watch how you look when he's pleasing you. You moan and shake slightly, you grab a handful of his hair and lightly yank on it. Your hands slide down his shoulders, to his arms, then finally to his hands.

"You taste good" Sam mumbles, he enters a finger into you. "Like that?" he asks you, you nod your head

"Y-yes daddy" You stutter, he enters another finger stretching you out. You clench around his fingers and he chuckles at you. He brings his head back down and licks your clit over and over again. "Daddy" you moan loudly, you can feel your body shaking you lay back letting it take over. "I-i'm" you stutter not being able to finish your sentence, Sam thrusts his fingers faster and harder encouraging you to finish. You shriek and your vision goes blurry. Your whole body is shaking and you're completely over taken by bliss. Sam helps you ride out your orgasm of course like always.

Sam stands up and you look at his body, you bite your lip. "Like what you see?" He teases you. You nod your head yes. Sam grabs you by the ankles and pulls you further off the bed, you squeal and giggle. "Are you feeling better?" He asks kissing your lips sweetly.

"Yes" You kiss back. Sam takes his pants and boxers off, he picks you up and plants you against the door, your legs are wrapped around his waist. He kisses your neck roughly, you make a gasping moan because the door is cold and your body is hot. You grab Sam's face and kiss it. He kisses back roughly, your hands are running up and down his chest and back.

"Are you ready?" He asks

"Yes daddy" You say confidently. Sam lines him self up and lets you fall onto him. You moan out loudly, Sam does the same. He doesn't give you any time to adjust he just keeps thrusting into you roughly. "Fuck!" You yell, you put your head against the door and watch as he uses you like a toy. He's glistening from his sweat, his hair is falling in his face, the room is hot and stuffy. He kisses your neck again down to your shoulder. The room is filled with your moans, his grunts, and sex noise. You love when he gets this rough, when he focuses on you and pleasing you. He lifts you back off the wall, he holds your thighs roughly you'll definitely have bruises. He slams into you repeatedly.

You scream loudly "Too deep" you whimper.

"Daddy's gotta teach you a lesson." Your eyes widen, when Sam gets rough he gets real rough.

"No no I learned my lesson" You groan.

"No you haven't" He pants "I had to take care of you, just calm you down because you couldn't listen."

"Daddy please" You beg, you have tears in your eyes. It feels good but hurts at the same time. Sam slams you down harder on him, you dig your nails in his shoulder blades causing him to hiss at you. His large body holds your shaking tiny one against him. "Next time I say stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!"

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry" you whimper.

Sam drops you to your feet.

"Knees" You immediately drop on them. Sam's fingers go under chin, he slowly moves his thumb to your lips, he spreads them apart, you suck on his thumb. "Good girl" He says watching you intensely. He removes his thumb and grabs you by the throat. "Be good" He says sternly. You nod your head yes. He smirks and holds his cock to your lips, you open your mouth inviting him in. Sam thrusts into your mouth he hits the back of your throat and you try your best to hold back a gag. Sam holds your head still, he thrusts in your mouth, so deep your nose touches his pubic bone. You choke and cough, you have tears in your eyes. You look up at him and he watches you struggle. He pulls back letting you breathe. You suck and lick his tip, he lets out a moan. He slams back in and bottoms out again.

"You like sucking daddy's dick?" He says pulling some of your hair out your face. You nod your head "Words" He slaps your cheek.

"Yes, daddy" You say but it's muffled because he's stuffed in your mouth. He taps your cheek a few times. He pulls back letting you breathe again. He pulls completely out, you stay on your knees with your mouth open, like a good girl.

"My little whore" He whispers to you. He circles around you "Look at how good I've got you trained" he stands in front of you again towering over you. His fingers squeeze your cheeks together, he lifts your head. You stick out your tongue and he lets spit fall from his mouth onto your tongue. "Good girl" He smirks at you as you swallow. "Bound to me" he says, it's almost sinister the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He stands you back up and he lays down on the bed. He motions for you to get on top.

You get on top and slowly sink yourself down on him. You let out a groan and throw your head back, Sam's hands grab your breasts, he squeezes them and plays with your nipples. You move yourself up and down on him. You love the way he feels inside you, he stuffs you completely and some angles he's too big but you love it anyway. He always says you'll get used to him but you're not sure you will.

"You like being my whore?" He asks sucking air in through his teeth.

"Yes, daddy I love being your whore" you moan

"You're mine forever" He moves his hands down guiding your hips.

"I'm yours forever" You agree. Sam pushes you down so you're pressed against him, he lifts his knees up and thrusts into you over and over again. You moan loudly.

"Fuck daddy" you whine. "I'm gonna cum" You say in his ear. He grips onto your hair pulling it.

"No" he groans "You can't"

"Please!" You whimper, you're so close. He shakes his head no. You close your eyes tight and try not to think about the pure pleasure you're in. Sam flips you over, he lifts your legs over his shoulder. He slams into you harder, his fingers rub your clit. You scream out, there is no way you're going to be able to hold back.

"Sam, please!" Fuck, what a big mistake. Sam slaps your cheek, you groan while holding your cheek. It still doesn't distract you, if anything it brings you closer.

"What did you say?" He asks, his entire body is sweating, he's panting, he has hair sticking to his face.

"D-Daddy" You stutter your breathing is way off, your legs are shaking and you're trying to cum all over this man.

"Better" he huffs. Sam leans back, he grabs your hips and slams into you.

"Oh my god" You groan through your teeth, his fingers still rubbing your clit. "Daddy I-I can't-" Your whole body is taken over by pleasure, you can't help but cum, and cum hard. `You feel something snap and a huge release. You scream his name loudly, your hands grip the sheets, your body is shaking violently, you close your eyes tight. Sam helps you ride it out. Luckily he didn't stop.

"You're going to be punished" He smirks at you whispering in your ear. "I'm going to cum in you, make sure you're nice and full" You bite your lip and nod.

"Yes daddy, cum in me please" Sam closes his eyes, his eyebrows furrow together and moans softly. You move up and kiss on his neck sucking on his sweet spot.

"Fuck Y/n" He mumbles, you can feel warm strings of liquid fill you up. His thrusts slow and get sloppy. Sam lets out little moans before pulling out completely. He flops on the bed next to you. You both lay there catching your breath. You move over and lay your head on his chest, he plays with your hair softly.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks

"No" you smile at him.

"Good" He kisses the top of your head. "Sorry about that hunt, Y/n. You weren't supposed to learn everything that way. We are going to explain everything to you and train you to defend yourself against them."

"Thank you, Sammy" Sam kisses your head again and gets off the bed to help you get cleaned up. "How about we do round 2 in the shower?" You wink at him.

"We can shower, but there's no round 2 honey" He smirks at you, you look at him confused. "I told you, you're being punished. I'm thinking no cumming for a week" you gasp

"I had a hard day" you pout

"Should've listened to me" He smirks at you again. You groan and flop back on the bed. This week is going to be torture.

~~ Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it took a while!

[xoxoladyaz]

I'm Gonna Getcha Good

(Female Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Canon Divergence, Originally published on AO3)

A/N: I'm hoping to have updates for the Paramedic series and the final installment of "It Hits Different" up this weekend, but until then, enjoy part one of my series in which Stevie Harrington is just as obsessed with Eddie as he is with her!

“This is getting really sad, Harrington.”

Robin’s voice snaps Stevie out of her stupor, causing her to drop her ice cream scooper on the ground for the third time that day. Shit.

“I mean, seriously, Eddie Munson?”

“I know,” she groans, sparing one last look out into the food court. Eddie didn’t come to Starcourt all that often, but he usually parked himself next to the Jamba Juice with his friends when he did, which meant that Stephanie got to ogle him for the approximate fifteen minutes it took for him to slurp down his smoothie.

“Like, if there’s anyone out there who hates your guts more than me, it’s him,” Robin continues, disbelief coloring her words.

Stevie shut her eyes and exhaled sharply. It’s fine. She’s fine. “I know, Robin.”

“I mean, even if he was into preps, your friends made his life a living hell.” While Stevie normally enjoys listening to whatever Robin feels like rambling about – even though Robin has made it clear that she’s definitely not Stevie’s number one fan – she really, really doesn’t want to have to listen to this. “I’m just saying, maybe you should aim lower. I think Jim the janitor is looking for wife number three.”

Stevie slams her now dirty ice cream scooper into the wash bucket behind the counter with more force than she probably needed to use. Whatever, it shuts Buckley up, and when Stevie declares that she’s going to take the trash out, she doesn’t argue.

By the time Stevie is back in from her errands, Eddie and his friends are long gone.

/////

“Here.”

Stevie glances up from her packed lunch – leftover pizza for the second day in the row because she hasn’t had the energy to cook anything recently and just keeps ordering takeout – to see a sheepish looking Robin Buckley sliding a cup of USS Butterscotch across the small break table towards her.

“What is this?”

“It’s a genuine ‘I’m-sorry-for-being-a-bitch’ sundae.” Robin settles into the chair across from her, still looking a little peaky. “I, uh, definitely went a bit too far yesterday, and I made you upset and I get it, I mean, I’d be upset if someone made fun of me for who I like, and I didn’t know that you really liked him but I should have known because every time he shows up you get these big puppy dog eyes and - ”

“Robin, Robin, stop!” Stevie drops her pizza and holds up her hands. Robin cuts off and flushes bright red. “It’s okay. Really. Besides, if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s me.”

“I don’t know, Harrington,” Robin replies slowly, and there’s a glimmer in her eyes that Stevie hasn’t seen before. “You keep doing things that sort of blow my mind. I think I might even be starting to like you.”

Stevie can’t help herself from smiling, nor can she stop the snort that leaves her throat. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Do you want me to call a doctor?”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Robin rolls her eyes, but she offers her a small smile in return. “Seriously though, Eddie Munson? Like, have you ever even talked to him?”

“Honestly,” Stevie reaches for her sundae and starts digging in, “I didn’t really notice him until after I graduated.”

“Really?” Robin scoffs. “He’s kind of hard to miss.”

Stevie shrugs. “I don’t know, I didn’t really care about anyone outside of Tommy and Carol when I was friends with them, and then after Barb died I felt like I was barely able to care about myself.”

Robin doesn’t say anything, so Stevie pulls her gaze away from her quickly diminishing sundae and towards her coworker. “What?”

“Are you, I don’t know, are you okay?”

Stevie feels herself relax which, huh, she didn’t even know she was tense. “I think so. Graduating helped. Finally getting away from Tommy and Carol and Billy Hargrove helped. Deciding to go to cosmetology school helped. And the kids - ” Stevie breaks off with a fond laugh, “the kids help a lot too.”

“Huh.” Robin is still just sort of looking at her, and that glimmer in her eyes is brighter. “Well, I’m jealous you got out of there. I still have a year left.”

“Ehh, you’ll have a better senior year than I did,” Stevie shrugs again.

“Seeing as Billy Hargrove isn’t obsessed with me, yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Just break a plate on his head, that’ll fix that.”

Now Robin’s eyes are so wide, they’re practically popping out of her head. “What?!”

Stevie bursts into laughter and yeah, Stevie thinks she’s starting to like Robin Buckley.

/////

“I still don’t get it.”

It’s been nine days since Stevie’s last Eddie Munson sighting and eight days since Robin and Stevie made up over some USS Butterscotch, and this time when Eddie and his friends sprawl around their usual table, Robin joins Stevie in her watching.

“Did you have some sort of awakening after watching The Breakfast Club or something?”

Stevie frowns, but she doesn’t pull her eyes away from Eddie. “What breakfast club?”

“You haven’t seen – no, you know what, I’m not going to let you change the subject this time. Why Eddie Munson?”

Eddie throws his head back, laughing wildly, and Stevie is suddenly wildly jealous that she’s not the one sitting at the table making him laugh.

“Stevie. Dingus.” Robin jabs her in the side and Stevie hisses but it’s a success, she’s paying attention to Robin now. “Why. Eddie. Munson.”

“I just – I don’t know,” Stevie sighs, rubbing her now sore ribcage, thank you Robin Buckley. “He just so alive and outgoing and real. And I dunno, I think it’s kind of sweet that he adopts all the weird loner kids at school, and I like his curly hair and his leather jacket - ”

“Stevie.”

“ – and that weird jean jacket vest thing that he always wears, and the rings on his hands, and his hands, his hands are huge and did you know that he can play the guitar because apparently he can play the guitar, I saw his friend putting up a sign for some band that he’s in - ”

“Stevie.”

“ – and he has such pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile and God his arms, have you seen his arms when he rolls his sleeves up - ”

“STEVIE.”

“ – and I want to drink smoothies with him and go to the movies with him and make out in his crappy van with him and then take him home and tie him to my - ”

“STEVIE!” Robin shrieks, smacking her hand across Stevie’s mouth, and it’s loud enough to draw the attention of the sophomores passing by the shop. Robin waves along with her other hand, and they shoot the pair weird looks, but they move past.

“First of all,” Robin finally says as she drops her hands from Stevie’s mouth, “never talk to me about the disgusting sex you want to have with Eddie Munson ever again, I will have literal nightmares about what you told me.”

“But - ”

“NIGHTMARES, Harrington! And second of all, Christ, I knew you had it bad, but I didn’t know you had it that bad.”

Stevie can feel herself blushing bright, bright red. “No I don’t.”

Robin just blinks at her. “Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“So you’d be able to talk to him like a normal person then?”

Stevie nods even though on the inside she is screaming NO NOPE NO WAY ABSOLUTELY NOT.

“Great, because he’s coming in here.”

Apparently her flight instincts don’t kick in when fighting interdimensional monsters, but they do kick in when Eddie Munson is within talking distance, because she’s dropping onto the floor and crawling underneath the counter before she can realize that’s precisely what she’s doing.

“Uh huh. Totally normal.” Stevie glances up at Robin and yep, Robin looks about as unimpressed as her tone. “I lied, by the way. He and his friends just left the food court.”

“Blergh.” Stevie knocks her head back against the counter and sighs. Robin shows her mercy, though, and lets her sit there and recover for five minutes until the kids come charging in, wanting Stevie to let them sneak into another movie which she does because she’s a pushover. Worrying about the kids is enough to get Eddie Munson off her mind, at least for now.

/////

If cosmetology school doesn’t end up working out, maybe Stevie should join the secret service or something because hey, she’s really good at surviving Russian torture. She can almost imagine the look on her father’s face if she added that to the resumé he continuously tailors on her behalf. Suck it, Dad.

(She might be a little high still.)

“I’d be a great secret agent,” she tells Robin, although Robin is still puking her guts up in the toilet next to her and probably isn’t listening. “Like James Bond. And Henderson could be Q!”

“Ugh,” Robin finally moans, “how do you know James Bond characters well enough to name them?”

“Uh, because my dad is obsessed with the movies, they’re, like, the only thing he watches when he’s home.”

“That sounds awful.”

“Ehh, Sean Connery is sort of hot. I like his accent.”

Robin makes a fake retching sound. “That is the worst thing you’ve ever said, ever.”

“Oh come on, are you telling me Connery doesn’t do it for you at least a little bit?”

“First of all,” Robin snorts, “he’s old enough to be my father, and second of all no, he doesn’t do it for me. I’m more of a Honey Ryder girl,” Robin sighs out, and then she falls quiet, too quiet.

Oh.

Oh.

“Well,” Stevie starts slowly, because she only has one shot at this, “your opinion is definitely wrong, because Solitaire is obviously the better choice.”

Robin sputters, and then she’s laughing, and Stevie tucks and rolls underneath the stall until she’s sitting across from Robin, and then they’re both laughing.

“Are you seriously arguing with the lesbian, dingus? Honey Ryder in that bikini is so fucking hot!”

“Uh, yeah, but she’s no Jane fucking Seymour, Robin!”

/////

Russian torture definitely sucks, but Stevie emerges on the other side with Robin Buckley as a best friend, and for Robin? She’d be tortured by a million Russians.

She’s really glad Robin is there in the aftermath. She’s a good distraction, goading Stevie into more arguments about James Bond and Bond girls and other movies when they finally run out of Bond films to talk about, and having Robin’s voice fill up the silence helps, especially on those nights when she can’t fall asleep without seeing Billy Hargrove’s corpse, or seeing the look on El’s face when she finds out that the chief isn’t coming back this time.

She doesn’t miss the mall. She doesn’t miss Scoops and its shitty customers and its even shittier uniform. She doesn’t miss Robin, because they’re working at Family Video together every day now. But in those moments where she lets herself not feel guilty for missing anything at the mall – which are few and far between, because everything has been tainted by Russians and by death – she lets herself miss the time she spent watching Eddie Munson from afar.

But then one day, Dustin Henderson walks into Family Video wearing a familiar baseball-styled tee, emblazoned with a large demon, and suddenly her days of watching Eddie Munson from afar are back, and it’s all going to be totally fine.

/////

It is not totally fine.

It is not totally fine, because now that Dustin and Mike and Lucas are in Eddie’s little club, they will not stop talking about it. More specifically, they will not stop talking about Eddie, and how cool he is, and how awesome his hair is, and did you know he’s in a band and he can play the guitar, Stevie, why don’t you play the guitarand he listens to metal music and it’s the coolest shit ever, stop telling me not to swear Stevie, you’re not my mom and Eddie’s really smart, actually, he’s just too smart for the school system and Eddie just wrote the most incredible campaign Stevie, you should have been there, and Stevie is about three seconds away from pulling her perfectly coiffed hair out of her head.

“Is this revenge?” Stevie moans, her face buried in the pile of recent returns.

“Yes, and it is so, so sweet,” Robin sings happily from behind her.

“ – was actually a lich the entire time – are you even listening?” Henderson’s outraged voice squawks from across the counter. Stevie sighs and forces herself to look over at him.

“Yeah, yeah, something about a barhop – ”

“Barkeep - ”

“ – and it turns out he was a witch the whole time?”

“ – a lich, Stevie, a lich – God, why am I even trying? Eddie was right, he said you’d never be able to appreciate the intricate world of D&D!”

Stevie feels herself gape at Dustin, because not only is apparently Dustin Henderson talking with Eddie about her, Eddie apparently doesn’t think she can appreciate D&D? Which, he’s not totally wrong, there are a lot of rules and things she doesn’t understand and she’s really bad at words, which Robin says is because she’s dyslexic, but she does actually try to understand what Dustin is talking about. It just – it makes her stomach feel icky, knowing that whatever Eddie said probably isn’t as nice as what Dustin said, and Dustin is rarely nice when he’s in one of his moods.

Robin, bless her, is apparently offended on Stevie’s behalf, and so she steps up to the plate when it becomes clear that Stevie is speechless. “Please tell Munson that he can judge other people’s capacity for decoding nonsense when he’s going to school full time and has an actual job.”

“And migraines,” Stevie adds in. “Lots of migraines.”

Dustin, at least, manages to look a little sheepish. “Sorry, Stevie. It’s just really exciting to be in Hellfire right now!”

“I know.” Stevie manages her best fond smile, even though she still feels unsettled on the inside. “I’m really happy for you, Henderson. So, how did you fight the lich?”

/////

The thing with Dustin Henderson is if you give him an inch, he’ll take forty-thousand miles, so now Stevie is treated to an hour-long play by play after every single Hellfire session wherein Dustin praises Eddie’s genius and how hard and intense the game is and you should really give it a chance, Stevie.

“Henderson,” Stevie finally cuts him off one Saturday morning. He’s cornered her behind the counter at Family Video after instructing Mike and Lucas to pick a good movie for once in their goddamn lives. Robin abandoned her to trail after the boys (traitor), and after twenty minutes of Dustin talking about the wondrous biology of acid frogs, Stevie’s patience is wearing thin. “I love you. You’re the son I never had.”

“You’re nineteen.”

“Exactly,” she nods, “the son I never had. But if I hear another word about the many uses of an acid toad’s bowel movements - ”

“Acid frog Stevie, weren’t you listening?!”

“ – I am going to lose my mind,” Stevie finishes calmly. (Much more calmly than the situation warranted, in her opinion.)

“This is important information, Stevie!”

“Dustin, how is this possibly important information?”

The bell above the door rings, signaling a customer has entered, but Robin greets them before Stevie gets a chance to. (Not that Dustin would give her the chance to, judging by how furrowed his brow is. He only gets that annoyed little squiggle in the center of his forehead when he’s about to launch into his most passionate speeches.)

“Because these are important things to know, Stevie!”

“Okay, Dustin, I hate to break it to you, but acid frogs aren’t real.”

Dustin snorts. “That’s not true, actually, the acid frogs of Eastern Australia are an endangered species - ”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Dustin!” Stevie throws her hands up in the air. “Your fantasy acid frogs aren’t real.”

“Don’t waste your breath, Henderson,” a nice voice speaks from behind Dustin. Dustin grins at the sound and turns to face the speaker. Stevie, meanwhile, freezes in place, a shiver running up her spine. “Such truths are wasted on the unenlightened.”

Eddie Munson strolls up to the counter, dropping his hand on Dustin’s shoulder and shooting her an icy smirk. “Well, well. If it isn’t the former Queen of Hawkins High. How does it feel to be one of the common folk, your majesty?”

A pair of snorts (coming from a pair of boys in matching Hellfire shirts whose names she can’t recall) trail Eddie’s proclamation, followed by Mike’s laughter from the back of the store. Dustin, the traitor, just shoots Stevie a smug grin.

(And look, she’s not panicking, okay? She’s not. It’s just that this is the first time that she’s ever talked to Eddie Munson, at least in recent memory, and it’s already off to kind of a bad start, and honestly he’s being kind of an asshole right now but ugh she still likes him and wants this to go well, why does she care so much about wanting this to go well?

Breathe, breaths, in, out. Robin rounds the corner and shoots her a worried look, but Stevie just shakes her head. She’s turned worse situations around. She can do this.)

“I don’t think there’s anything common about you, Munson,” Stevie replies, shifting her weight forward onto her right foot so now she’s leaning forward. “But I’m doing pretty well today. Or I was, until someone,” she glances quickly at Dustin before looking back at Eddie, “decided to spend fifteen minutes teaching me the seven best uses for acid frog excrement.”

“It was disgusting,” Robin chimes in as she joins Stevie behind the counter. “And also a little bit concerning, if I’m being totally honest. Like, that’s a lot of time to spend thinking about fake frog turds.”

Eddie blinks at them once, twice, before the smirk falls off his face and he collapses forward with a groan, removing his hand from Dustin’s shoulder so he can drop his head into it instead. “Really, Henderson? Has our kind not suffered enough?”

Dustin huffs out a breath. “It’s important information!”

“And I’m truly honored that you want to share it with me. I am,” Stevie cuts him off before he can continue. “I love our mother-son bonding time.”

“I’m not your son.”

“But I think I’ll go to your father if I have any questions about DND in the future, okay?” Stevie finishes, and she can barely stop herself from grinning, especially when she starts to hear Robin choke behind her.

Dustin just looks confused now. “My father?”

“Yep.” Stevie lets herself grin now and returns her gaze to Eddie Munson, who’s looking over at her now with a confused expression on his face. “Which reminds me, what’s the difference between wizards and sorcerers again? I can never keep it straight.”

Eddie drops his hand and gapes at her. Like, his jaw is practically on the ground. He backs up, away from the store counter and spins around once to look behind him (at his friends, who are also looking equally confused) before turning back around. “I’m sorry, are you – me?”

Stevie shifts closer to him, resting her chin on her hand so she’s gazing up at him. “I don’t see any other dungeon masters around here, do you?”

“What is happening right now,” Dustin murmurs out, and it’s not quite a question or a statement.

“Go play with your friends, Henderson, Mommy and Daddy are talking.”

“I – Mommy and Daddy?!” And now Henderson is shrieking, and Mike is poking his head out from behind the stacks to shoot them a glare, and Robin is trying really hard to cover up her laugh with her cough, and Eddie? Eddie is flushed bright red and just staring at her.

“So, yeah, wizards and sorcerers. I know there’s a difference, I can just never keep them straight. And since Dustin says you know the most about DND out of anyone, I might as well take lessons from the best, huh?”

“Oh my God. Oh my GOD!” Dustin is practically shrieking, and then Robin’s running around the counter and pulling him towards Mike and Lucas, ignoring his protesting.

“I – you – what? What?!” Now it’s Eddie’s turn to squawk.

“Also, I’m really glad you came in today. I mean, it probably was for a movie because, you know, Family Video,” Stevie waves her free hand around, “but I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to come up.”

“An opportunity for what?” Eddie parrots back slowly.

“To flirt with you, obviously.”

“Obviously – obviously? Obviously?!”

“Yeah, obviously. I didn’t get a chance at the mall because you never came into Scoops,” and okay, she wasn’t planning on laying it all out on the line here, but Eddie’s looking increasingly like he’s two seconds away from running and she’d really prefer it if he at least believed her when he ran away, “which was annoying because our ice cream was way better than Jamba Juice anyways - ”

“What?”

“ – and the kids have been talking about you non-stop for the last three months, and it really means a lot that you took them under your wing, and, I mean, I already thought you were hot - ”

“WHAT?!”

“ – and judging by the handcuffs on your belt, I think it’s safe to say we have things in common outside of the kids. And I might not be like naturally interested in DND or whatever, but I’d let you be my dungeon master anytime,” she finishes with a wink and yep, she broke him. He’s frozen and flushed she really, really wants to see just how far down that blush goes.

The taller of his friends – Jeff, that’s his name – walks forward and grabs Eddie’s arm. “This isn’t some sort of joke, right?”

“Nope!” Robin calls out before sliding to a stop in front of the counter. “She’s been crushing on him for months. It’s honestly been sort of pathetic.”

“Gee, thanks Robin,” Stevie rolls her eyes. Reaching for a nearby receipt, Stevie grabs a pen and quickly scribbles her number on the back. “Here’s my number. I’m home most nights after seven and I have every other weekend free. Make sure he calls me if he’s interested,” she finishes up with a click of her pen, and then she’s passing the phone number to Jeff.

Jeff smiles at her, a small, shy sort of smile. “I will. C’mon, Munson. Let’s go before your face freezes that way."

He grabs hold of Eddie with his free hand – Eddie, who’s still flushed and staring at her – and he motions for their other friend to grab his other arm, and with that, the trio of Hellfire boys leave Family Video.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever heard,” Mike announces as soon as the door shuts, approaching the counter with a sour look on his face.

“I didn’t know you had game like that, Stevie!” Lucas crows, laughing at the sour look on Mike’s face. Dustin, on the other hand? Dustin looks as shellshocked as Eddie did.

“You – you’re into Eddie?”

“That’s an understatement,” Robin snorts. “Seriously, though, that was intense. I thought you were going to flirt with him, not kill him.”

“What?” Stevie shoots back defensively. “He wasn’t getting that I was serious and I wanted to make sure he knew that.”

“Don’t worry, we all know it,” Mike gags, and it’s enough to set Lucas off into giggles again.

“You’re into Eddie,” Dustin repeats, and then all of a sudden he’s beaming. “You like Eddie! This is PERFECT!”

“Oh, no, no, no! Dustin!” Mike groans, but Dustin is already running out the door.

“Don’t worry, Stevie! We’ll make sure true love prevails!”

“God, do we have to?” Mike whines again, but he dutifully follows Dustin out the door. Lucas shoots Stevie another wink and laughs before following suit, and then it’s just Robin and Stevie in an otherwise empty Family Video.

“That was probably a bit much.”

“Nah,” Robin shakes her head with a laugh. “It would take a lot for anyone to be ‘too much’ for Eddie Munson. He’s into you, dingus.”

“You think so?”

Robin knocks her head against Stevie’s. “I bet you five bucks he asks you out by next Saturday.”

“You’re on.”

/////

Three days later, Eddie Munson leaves Family Video with a wide grin on his face, and Stevie is too busy dancing around in excitement to feel too badly about her five dollars that are making a new home in Robin’s wallet.

[oxydiane]

‘Does it ever upset you?’

‘Mhhh?’ Ron shifts slightly, adjusting the arm curled around Harry’s waist. ‘What’re you talking about?’

‘That… This, that nobody knows about this.’ Harry whispers with a nod to their current position; he is laying against Ron’s chest, Ron’s lips pressed against his hair and leaving quick kisses every once in a while.

‘Why? It matters to you?’ Ron mumbles, clearly far sleepier than his boyfriend.

‘I dunno,’ Harry thinks of how the only reason they get to lay and cuddle like this is Sirius and Remus’ date night, thinks of how Sirius left him the home for the night and he used the chance to sneak in his boyfriend when Sirius had trusted him. ‘Should tell Padfoot, maybe?’

Ron seems to wake up at once. ‘Huh? No way! He’s going to kill me!’

‘He’s not going to kill you,’ a roll of eyes.

‘Duh! He already doesn’t like me because he knows of your embarrassing crush on me!’ Harry laughs and shoves him playfully. ‘You wanna add fuel to the fire so next time I show up he’s not even gonna let us in your room? This door-stays-open rule is bad already!’

‘He just wants to make sure —‘

‘I don’t deflower his Godson?’ Ron finishes for him and that does draw a shriek from Harry, immediately followed by a laugh.

‘You’re so stupid! And he knows we wouldn’t try that under his roof! I’m smarter than that.’

‘Debatable.’

‘Now you’re just being mean,’ Harry whines and presses his face against Ron’s neck. ‘I just… I don’t like keeping secrets from Sirius, you know that.’

‘I know! I just…’ Ron sighs. ‘Once we tell them, we need to tell my family, too, and once we do that, the teasing will start and this… This won’t be just ours anymore, would it? I know you want to tell them, Harry, I do too, but… Can this just be ours for a little while longer?’

Ron’s voice is so sweet against Harry’s hair and his hand runs gently against Harry’s back, he can’t help but smile against the crook of Ron’s neck; he is in love and it maybe does need to stay in-between them alone for a little longer.

‘Alright,’ he mutters, the warmth in his chest urging him to add— ‘I love you.’

From where he lies, he can feel Ron’s heartbeat speed-up just a little before the arms around his waist squeeze him closer and the lips against his hair move.

‘I love you, too.’ And it’s quiet after that, the muffled sound of the telly lulling them to sleep.

Later that night, the front door opens and a voice breaks the silence of the house.

‘I told you I could not learn all those constellations.’

‘You tried and we had a lovely pick-nic, that’s what matters.’

‘Yeah, would have been better if it didn’t start pouring—‘ Remus’ words come to a sudden halt when he takes in the two teenagers’ sleeping forms, cuddled up together on their living room couch.

‘What’s u— Oh,’ Sirius’ hand slips easily around his husband’s waist. ‘They think they are so slick.’

‘They ought to have realised we know by now, this is the… what? Fourth time? Fourth time we caught them?’

‘Seventh,’ Sirius says confidently, he’s been keeping a tally. ‘Honestly, Moony, I get this whole ‘let them come to us when they are ready’ thing but it’s getting ridiculous… I do enjoy our date nights to leave him the house to himself, though.’

‘Of course you do,’ Remus can’t help but smile, looking at Harry sleeping so peacefully. ‘The poor boy has, what, five siblings?’

‘Six, and two parents. Honestly, Moony, you are kind of awful with numbers lately.’

‘Yeah, whatever. Way too many, in my book. They deserve some privacy, God knows how little they could actually get at Molly Weasley’s house!’

‘Not too much privacy, though.’ Sirius points out and Remus can’t help but roll his eyes, taking his husband’s hand and tugging him towards their room.

‘Let’s go, let’s go, you remember tomorrow’s script—?’

‘Of course.’ Sirius deadpans. ‘Pretend we saw nothing, and that we were both way too drunk to remember anything, anyways.’

‘Good boy.’

Sirius gives the two boys one last glance before disappearing in the hallway. He is glad Harry can rest so well.

[shallowseeker]

Worth pointing out... Dean is a soldier.

In this episode, 5x03, he came all this way expecting to die with Cas facing an archangel, which is the thing he may arguably be the most afraid of in this particular moment (with the recent stuff with Lucifer, Michael, etc)

...all because Cas asked.

Dean's used to risking his life for loved ones, friends, and fellow hunters all the damn time. Like... the sad thing IS that when it comes to risking his life for others? It hardly registers.

Back in 2x20, we saw that when faced with happiness, Dean remembered John's "heroic" example.

DEAN: It's like my old life is, is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... "So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? (begins to cry while talking) What about us, huh?

It's what most, nearly all (?), of the soldier-coded characters tend to do. I think too of Mary in Apocalypse-word. The sad part is that, in many ways, the real Mary is even more of a soldier than John was.

MARY: (looking uncomfortable) I, uh...Boys, um...About that. [Dean and Sam look at their mother, confused. Mary sighs.] MARY: I’m not going back. DEAN: I’m sorry. What? MARY: I fought beside these people. I respect them. I respect their cause. You can’t expect me to just abandon them. SAM: No, Mom, that’s not -- You heard what Lucifer said. We have 31 hours -- MARY: I -- Sam...Dean...I know what you went through to come find me. [Dean scoffs at that. He is obviously upset.] MARY: But these people are being slaughtered. They need me here. DEAN: (getting angry) No, we need you, Mom. We do.

[una-guanabana]

🥀shadows and roses🥀

Okay so I finished ACOSF yesterday, and all I could do after that was lie in bed for most of the night trying to answer my own questions. As if SJM had written at the end: based on what we learned through this series what do you think happened…?

▪️Does Elain get to be with our beloved shadow singer?

▪️Does Gwyn ends up with him?

▪️Is Mor ever going to come out to her family?

▪️Will Lucien be happy and find a place to call home?

I got into this series because I saw a bunch of fan art. And I kind of spoiled the main plot for me, I knew Rhysand and Feyre were end game but I kept getting confused about Azriel, Gwyn, Lucien and Elain.

I was expecting each character to have their own chapters so we could see the development of these relationships. And I was so sure Azriel ended up with Gwyn.

And Elain with Lucien.

But nothing of it happened.

I enjoyed Nesta’s journey and how she was mated with Cassian. I adore them both.

I know now that there might be another book to this series and I’m here to pour my heart out about how I feel about the story of two of my favorite characters.

💐Elain and Azriel💐

Because I saw lots of fan art declaring Az and Gwyn were kind of endgame. But I disagree.

I’m glad it didn’t end like that.

I know they all are gonna be happy in the end. But I have my biases about it.

I proceed to enlist my reasons to believe why ✨ELRIEL✨ is the right path.

🌹 Let's face the fact that Elain has a trauma after being kidnapped and dropped into the Cauldron. Yes it did served some greater goods like the fact she DID NOT marry that ;d10t whose name I don't even remember. (Ok I do, freaking Grayson) and now the three sisters get to be together for ever. 🥹🫰🏼

But Lucien and Tamlin helped plotting this against Feyre. I still can’t see how this could have made Feyre go back together with Tam but… he was desperate.

And he knew she loved her sisters and would not allow them to be hurt.

Granted, maybe "they didn't know" what the King was capable of but GOD, Elain must be having a hard time forgiving Lucien. Not just because hauling them to the King but because all of his omissions to her sister. I always thought about our lovely Lucien as Tam’s puppet. Like they were in this toxic friendship where Lucien was agreeing to everything Tam said because he would get upset if he didn’t and Lucien was being disloyal to himself just to have Tam content.

🦇While on the other hand Azriel saved her EVERY SINGLE TIME.

😒I remember how Lucien sat there trying to reach through the bond to see if he could tell what was wrong with her and after the most uncomfortable 30 minutes he doesn’t have a clue and Azriel 😍 can tell after 30 seconds Elain is a Seer.

🌿He takes her to the garden and didn’t push her, he just keeps her company. And the fact that he remembers Feyre mentioned Elain’s love for flowers IS SO SO SWEET. 🥹

👒Feyre says they are and I quote “the only civilized ones.” Which means they are so alike. At their first meeting they both try to smooth the mood and end up relaxing around each other.

☯️They are both quiet and introverted but Az is a spymaster, he tortures people and is surrounded by shadows. He feels insecure about his past and his scars and Elain is all sunshine and flowers. Calling him BEAUTIFUL when they arrive at the townhouse, making him blush. BALANCE. They can perfectly complement each other.

🗡️Az hands Elain Truth Teller, and he had never handed it to anybody.

❤️‍🔥After 500 years of Az head over heels for Mor, Cas noticed he no longer looked at her as he used to. AFTER 500 YEARS! What could have happened? What took Az out of his monumental crush on Mor? ELAIN! The answer is ELAIN. 😫😫😫

🤩It would be refreshing if this mating bond didn’t work. My heart squeezed when Az asks Rhys about the Cauldron being wrong about it. How he tried to expose his reasons to believe it doesn’t make sense she was mated to Lucien because his two brothers were mated to the Archeron sisters. And tbh I think the same. Amren said it once, that it was not a coincidence the three sisters were there. And we also have THREE BAT BOYS. Lovely, handsome, always caring BAT BOYS. (I’m not saying Lucien is not all those things but it just makes better sense to me she goes to the other available bat boy).

🍁And it would be more interesting than seeing Lucien being unhappy about Elain's indifference. Their interactions are uncomfortable, FUN but uncomfortable.

🏔️You know what would be SO OFF THE CHARTS?! That we could get to see them trying to make it work between Lucien and Elain. And also Az and Gwyn. Go through the details of how they can make it work fine but there’s still something missing and BOOM, Elain ends up going back to Az because that’s what she truly wants. And what Az wants too.

🌠Rhys said his parents were mates but weren't right for each other.

And don’t worry, Lucien is still got a lot of options for his future love life. He will be happy. Let's just accept the fact that just because they're mates doesn't mean Elain doesn't have a choice.

I don’t owe the fan art. But girlll very accurate.😍😍😍

👒🦇🥀ELRIEL FOR EVER 🦇👒🥀

[soullessjack]

something else about the soulless jack arc that rlly … peeved? me is that it gives us both Jack’s and the Winchesters/hunters’ perspectives, but fully plays out as if we the audience are unaware of what happened between jack and mary. it’s still very heartbreaking and gutting nonetheless, but it’s also very inconsistent with how it intertwines the two. following jack, we see him and mary argue and we see him melt down and kill her and we see him feel guilt and grief and fear for it. we know it was an accident and we know that he’s been driven to a point of instability by his own guilt and we know he wants to fix it and we even see jack make an effort to do so.

however, following TFW and Bobby and company, we see them argue about what could’ve happened. Cas suggests that Jack didn’t realize it was wrong (which also implies that everybody automatically assumed jack killed her purposefully, literally giving him no leeway here). Bobby declares that theres nothing left in jack but Lucifer with his human soul gone—that he’s an unstoppable monster who has to be put down just like any other MOTW. Sam and dean argue if Jack is even still Jack and how they should approach it from there. seeing Jack’s own family discuss if and how to stop him does give some tension, but there is zero suspense because —

1) sam and dean knew from Rowena that Jack was trying to resurrect mary; they saw him bring her body back and they saw the anguished look on his face when she didn’t wake up and they heard him say “it didn’t work,” —so that’s already a huge chunk missing, and —

2) we already know the answer to every question they’re posing. instead of suspense at wondering if Jack finally tipped over the edge, we’re dreading the eventual confrontation because we know what they don’t know, and what they do know concerning Rowena and Jack’s failed spell was left out of the entire conversation after it happened.

when jack is on tv and making headlines as a doomsday bringer and dropping bodies for sam and dean to trail, we can’t be in shock that he’s doing something so out of character because we saw Duma manipulate him, saw what she promised him, and we know he’s well-intentioned despite his horrific actions (also, having jack torture/murder ppl for the sake of his family is something he’s already done before, it’s just taken to a new level without his soul to hold him back). everyone is following the narrative that jack has finally gone awol or succumbed to his true nature or whatever, and that is very much played intentionally as the teetering “will he, won’t he” question hanging around jacks entire character. but again, we don’t feel any of the suspense that question typically carries in a story because it’s already answered for us.

you cannot reasonably expect the audience to be in awe and suspense and believe jack is full blown big bad now while repeatedly showing us that jack still has good intentions. Hell, even the scene where they confront jack to trick him into the Ma’lak box is frustrating, because while Jack’s dismissive blame-shifting demeanor about Mary’s death is a reasonable tipping point for sam and dean’s anger and subsequent actions, there’s also the fact that jack very bluntly says things like “I didn’t think I’d see you again / I really missed you guys / I just want everything to be back the way it was,” that purifying the world is “like hunting,” and further more he even agrees to be locked up because, soul or not, he genuinely doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore; all which very glaringly points to him not being as far gone as we’re supposed to think and worry about.

again, it’s all still very painful and upsetting to watch, but most of the pain comes from the fact that we know the missing details that are creating the conflict and are helpless to do anything with it, rather than the conflict itself.

[tea-dragonz]

Korina isn’t always right, and that’s a good thing.

I’ve rambled a lot about the fandom’s treatment of Mors, now I have to talk about their treatment of Korina. Gonna be talking about Korina’s Origin in specific because OoO doesn’t give us too much to work with in regards to this topic.

There's this thing I noticed in fandom, where characters (female characters especially) of certain personality traits get propped up on pedestals. They usually tick off half or more of these traits: kind/caring, subservient or submissive in some capacity, has anxious tendencies, shy/soft-spoken/socially awkward, puts others’ emotional needs before their own.

These characters are typically universally adored by the fandom, which is by no means a bad thing. The problem lies when these characters are treated like they can do no wrong, like they have no flaws, and like their word is gospel and their view of a situation is always the right one to have. It leaves little room for discussion and nuance surrounding a character, because the outcome will always be the same: they did no wrong, no questions asked. Their purity and innocence is also always emphasized for some reason, even in cases where the characters are clearly established to be adults???

Now obviously this isn’t always applicable, for example shows for young children tend to have a character’s view of a situation be more straightforward rather than nuanced. But here I’m talking specifically about Korina in Korina’s Origin, a series in which characters are allowed to be wrong and have nuanced moments while still being characters the audience can root for. Korina herself has many of these moments, and yet the fandom will always take her side no matter what.

Korina has moments where she acts out of emotion, she has moments where she doesn’t have the full picture, and she has moments where she makes the wrong decision. One moment I can think of is the episode where Mors is talking about his daddy issues with Thanatos and says to Korina “I understand now why you hate your father” or something along those lines. Korina gets upset with him and says that they are nothing alike and that Mors is wrong to compare them. And yeah, Mors probably shouldn’t compare them, but also Korina’s reaction in the moment seems harsh? She was clearly biased towards Thanatos’ side of the situation there and seems to completely dismiss any legitimate reasons for Mors’ animosity about his father. (Which mind you, includes having him be put in what is essentially solitary confinement for days or weeks at a time when he was only 10, like that is the one thing out of everything that I can’t excuse Thanatos for.) I’ve always viewed that moment as one where Korina is flawed and acts out of emotion, but I guess other people don’t see it like that???

(The video in question)

Even Kat herself has stated that Korina isn’t always meant to be in the right. It’s on one of the livestreams and I don’t remember which one, but she states that Korina isn’t supposed to be fully in the right by insistently searching for her mother. (It was between the episode where Korina hears her mother’s voice in her dreams and the one where Thanatos goes giant mode I think? I’ll put it in the reblogs if I find it)

Either way, I rarely if ever see people talk about these moments with the possibility that Korina was in the wrong. And look, I love her too. I relate to her struggles with standing up to people and RSD, but at the end of the day she’s just as flawed as any other person, and that’s great! But I feel like a lot of people just want the ideal version of Korina, with none of her flaws or shortcomings. Every instance of her lashing out is a girlboss moment, every instance where she serves others to her own detriment without question is selfless, every instance where her social issues hold her back is a relatable moment.

Thanatos is allowed to be the clearly flawed but still lovable father. Mors is allowed to be an antihero asshole who still cares for Korina and Thanatos in his own twisted way. People acknowledge their flaws and still love them, so why can't they do the same for Korina?

[justtogetthrough]

Just when you think you’ve seen all the possible evil in your field of work.

Then somebody who works for a Children’s Aid Society on behalf of the government speaks such an evil thing like it’s nothing and you interrupt him to be like I’m sorry, what did you just say? And the person repeats it, and you have several of your colleagues on this call as well and you all sit there on camera, mouths agape, and two texts pop up on your phone from your manager, both simply saying “OMG.” That’s it. OMG. Twice, because we can’t believe anyone would feel this way let alone say it out loud so cavalierly.

While this buffoon keeps speaking, either under the impression if he keeps talking we’ll eventually come on board with him (less likely) or just power tripping and saying this is what he’s going to do, just because he can, and yeah in reality there’s not much we can do to stop it (more likely). We all just sat there stunned. I looked from face to face and no one could mask the horror they felt.

The man went off camera halfway through and stayed off (coward) while his colleague remained on camera and fucking smirked every time this senior person spoke. Every time my colleagues stared at their screens in complete shock and disbelief, that man sat there barely trying to restrain glee? while the senior person doubled and tripled down on a plan for a child that is virtually guaranteed to result in an act of self harm before all is said and done.

We will not work with people who don’t treat children as humans. We do not accept children into our foster homes if we know their CAS cares more about dollars and cents than a child having the care they need and living a good life. Historically, we’ve only ever had one or two CAS’s blacklisted for this. I was trained when I joined this agency to receive their referrals and politely decline, maintaining positive rapport because we don’t want them to know we’ve blacklisted them. When there’s been giant ruptures and a fundamental difference in philosophy, we just smile and move on and let them ruin kids’ lives in other people’s homes and not ours. We refuse to be complicit.

But good lord, twice a year theres a new agency really showing up the rest by how heartless they can be these days. We have a good reputation in the province and we’ve been around a long time because agencies know we provide good care. It makes me wonder how we even get to places like this. It makes me wonder if the exact things that made us sought after in eras past are now what makes us come to meetings 4, 5, 6 staff strong to put up a fight, and if that makes CAS’s now consider us undesirable to work with. CAS’s talk and I’m always curious how these fights get framed. How honest agencies are when recounting why there was conflict. At what point do we become “difficult”?

We don’t want to place with agencies that don’t treat children fairly. I am so alarmed at the rate at which agencies care more about the dollars and cents than children’s wellbeing and I worry about the state of and future of child welfare, and all those kids being traumatized by the system in place to protect them. So few agencies will stand up to CAS like we do, and the more we do it and the more these agencies stop placing with us, the more those children end up as pawns, after-thoughts, and objects/collateral under other peoples supervision where none of the adults/decision makers care about them as human beings.

It’s jarring, upsetting, and defeating to be faced with this. There is so little we can do when the legal guardians won’t take our advice based on our knowledge and experience of directly caring for these children for so many years. We can’t stop agencies from taking actions that very clearly will damage children and make their lives worse. We can support children in contacting the Ombudsman and encourage them to fire any lawyers who aren’t promoting their voice, but we are so limited. We lose excellent foster parents to the defeat from these battles each time it happens. The moral injury is too much to bear and so many devoted foster parents retire when the kids get pulled from their loving homes and families they’ve attached to. For dumb fucking reasons, usually. That’s when it hurts the most.

Of all these battles we’ve charged into head on, today was the second if not the most horrible things I’ve ever heard CAS managers say. I wish I could wrap this up with some sort of hope. I don’t have any. This is just a long vent because it took me an hour to stop shaking from that meeting today and I’m still in disbelief it happened. I hate what’s happening to this kid. I hate how obtuse the agency is being, how unwilling they are to listen to the kid, to listen to us.

I hate knowing that shit like this happens. I hate watching ~adults~ add so much pain and suffering into a young person’s life for no reason other than they view this child’s wellbeing as an unnecessary cost.

I don’t know. It touches something firey hot inside of me.

[hahahahahangst]

Stranger things have happened (Be The Young 37)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N:  Dean and Emily can’t catch a break

MASTERLIST

Stranger things have happened

Goddamn this dusty room This hazy afternoon I'm breathing in this silence Like never before This feelin' that I get This one last cigarette As I lay awake And wait for you to come through the door

Emily snuck out the door, quickly followed by Sam. “I so don’t like this.” She whispered.

“I know, but-” Sam said.

“Yeah, yeah… It’s our best shot at ganking Lilith. I get it. I just wish we wouldn’t have to do it behind Dean’s back.” “What do you think he would say?” Sam hurried towards Ruby, who was waiting for them parked a block away. “That we should not use our powers because it’s dangerous and because Cas told him we shouldn’t.”  “Yeah, but-”  “Look, you’re getting really good.” He interrupted. “We can do this. We’re going to be ready when we finally get her.” Emily exhaled and sat in the back of the car, surrendered. 

That’s how her last ‘practice round’ with Ruby started. She had been sneaking out at night, making sure Dean never noticed, to learn and exercise demons with her mind, just like Sam did. She was finding it quite easy, even if Sam seemed to struggle. Sometimes. 

Some other times, he would do it so easily he almost seemed on performance enhancing drugs. For Emily, however, it was as easy as moving every other object: she just had to visualize the smoke coming out of the body and it went flying out of the vessel.

Later that day, while trying to help Castiel, they ran into several demons. After trying to fight them off, she decided to exorcize them, knowing full well Dean was not going to be happy about it. On the contrary, he was going to be mad and he was going to let her know. Probably in the form of a punch.  She took a deep breath and made the demons fall on the ground one by one. Except one. Sam was fighting with that one. When she gazed towards him, she saw Sam stand up from the body, face covered in blood that he seemed to have been drinking. 

Dean didn’t put up a fight. Emily braced herself for it, knowing that using their powers was one thing, but Sam was drinking demon blood. That would have probably overridden every other thing they might have hidden from him. So, she sat in the Impala and waited for a fight that never came.  Instead, Dean drove towards Bobby’s lot. “He says there’s a big demon problem in Sioux Falls, we need to go give him a hand.”

Emily smelled something was wrong. She knew it the second Dean said he “was not mad, just tired”. And she was right.  I was right. That’s what she thought as Bobby locked her in the panic room with Sam. “I hope you’re happy!” She turned to Sam. “You and all your fucking secrets.” “Hey, you were in it too!” Answered Sam, upset. “I was not! I told you from the start, I didn’t think it was a good idea hiding it from Dean, but no, you and Ruby had your shit to do!”  “It’s not my fault-” “NOT YOUR FAULT?! Sam, goddamit you are drinking demon blood. Not me, not Ruby. You’re drinking it! Whose fault is that?!”  “I-” “And also, you hid this from me! Of course you did! Because you knew full well that if I were to know shit like that, I would have ran to tell Dean.”  “Yeah, and you know what?” Sam walked towards her. “I’m glad I didn’t say anything. The blood makes me stronger, Emily. Now I can take on Lilith.” “It makes you-” She repeated, in disbelief. “It makes you stronger, uh? Let’s see.” Unable to use her powers, Emily punched her brother. “THIS DOESN’T FEEL STRONG TO ME!” A quick flashback of her punching Dean right after Sam had died went through her mind. So she punched him again. “You’re weak, Sam! You let Ruby talk you into becoming a fucking junkie!” “GO ON! PUNCH ME IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER!” Sam screamed. “But once I’m out of here, I will get Lilith and I will kill her. Not you. Me. Because I’m going to be the stronger one.” Emily punched him again. Then, she pushed him away.  “Come on, take a swing.” She encouraged. “You’ve been waiting for years to do so, haven’t you?” Sam didn’t let her ask twice and punched her. Massaging her cheekbone, Emily went to sit next to a bookshelf. Sam sat on another on the opposite side. They didn’t speak for the rest of the day. 

The following morning, Emily woke up still in the panic room, still cold and still angry. Sam, however, had a completely different mood. He was sitting on his bed, shivering and looking around, scared and confused. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked, bitter. Sam didn’t seem to hear her. He started trying to open the door, his hands shaking visibly. “Sam, come on- What are you doing?” He turned towards her, scared. “Are you, like, on a withdrawal or something?” She raised one eyebrow. Sam didn’t move or answer, visibly terrified. Then, he slowly started walking back towards his bed and laid down, shaking. Emily looked at him.  “Don’t touch me!” Said Sam, lying on his bed. “I said-” “Hey! Sam, calm down, there’s nobody here!” Emily jumped off her bed and walked towards Sam’s. The second she got close enough, Sam tried to hit her. “Sam, it’s me!” She stopped his arm and pushed it back down on the bed. He kept staring in front of him, struggling and wincing in pain. Soon, the struggle turned into screaming. Emily slowly backed away. She tried calling for Dean or Bobby. She knew that kind of screams, she had heard them for several decades. It was the sound of someone being tortured.

After about an hour of struggling and screaming for his life, Sam went quiet. He started breathing deeply.  “Sam, are you okay?” Asked Emily, standing up from the corner she had been sitting, unable to stop the pain he was feeling. He still didn’t answer. Although, he sat up and looked at himself. Then, he looked at Emily.  “I’m losing my mind.” He said, visibly concerned.  “I guess heavy drugs do that, yeah.” Said Emily, ironic.  “What do you want?” He asked.  “Me? Nothing. I was just trying to see if you were okay.” “I tried, I did.”  Emily looked at Sam. “What are you talking about?!”  “It didn’t pan out that way.” “I never- Oh. You’re hallucinating aren’t you?”  Sam grew more nervous. “Look- they killed Jessica.”  “Great.” Whispered Emily, sitting back down. “I know.. I’m sorry. I am.”  “Please, make it stop.” Emily whispered, covering her ears.  “But life doesn’t turn out the way you thought when you were 14 years old.”  “Stop, please-”  ”...we were never going to be normal, we were never going to get away.” “MAKE IT FUCKING STOP!” She screamed, punching the wall. “DEAN, DAMN IT, JUST COME DOWN HERE AND MAKE IT STOP!” She leaned on the wall. She knew Dean was not coming.  “Grow up.” Said Sam, his bottom lip shivering.  Sam stopped talking again. He sat in front of his bed and started rocking left and right. After a while, he started reaching for the water bottles they had in a corner. Emily threw him one.  “Thank you.” He muttered, exhausted.  “You’re-” Sam’s eyes shot back up at her immediately, once again scared and upset. ”...welcome.” Exhaled Emily. He was hallucinating again. This time, God only knew who she was looking like. 

“Mom?”  “Definitely not.” Sighed Emily, leaning on the wall.  “Let’s hear it. Go ahead.. You’re disappointed.” “That’s accurate.” She decided to get along with the conversation, even if it made no sense. ”...You never thought I’d turn out this way.” “Also accurate.” Repeated Emily.  “I’m a piss-pure excuse for a son.”  “Now, that’s something dad would say.” “You’re heart is broken. Am I close?” “Ah, Sammy, if only you could hear me- you’d know, you are not.” ”...but, Dean-” He uttered.  “Don’t tell me about it. I know.” She scoffed. “For revenge?” Asked Sam a minute later. Emily didn’t answer. “What's in me, Mom, it's- What if it's stronger than me? Look at me. What if Emily's right?” “Oh trust me, I am.”  “Even if it kills me.” “Even if it kills you.” She repeated. “Please, Sam, stop- Listen to me!” She waved her hand in front of him. He didn’t react. “Fucking hell, SAM!” She shook his whole body. He turned towards her, startled. Emily let go of him, startled as well. On his neck, where his veins were showing up from the stress, the blood started changing color, becoming black. Emily pointed at it. Soon, Sam fell on the ground, twitching. Emily ran to the door. 

“DEAN! JUST COME DOWN HERE- DEAN!” The small window on the door opened. “What the hell, I’ve been calling you for hours!” “Yeah, and I have been ignoring you for hours!” He said, angry.  “Dean, this is not-” An invisible force threw her against the iron wall, making her wince. After a good minute of struggling, the door finally opened. Bobby and Dean took Sam and restrained him to his bed, where he kept struggling against the chains.  “Dean, what’s going on? Why did you leave me here?!” Asked Emily, massaging her back, sore after being thrown on the wall.  “Because- wait, why are you okay?” He asked, surprised.  “Why shouldn’t I be okay?” Emily realized. “Oh my god, you think I drank the blood?”  “You didn’t?”  “Of course I didn’t! I didn’t know anything about it!”  Dean and Bobby exchanged a doubtful look. “Then how did you-” “Azazel gave me a full bottle when I was born, remember? My powers are stronger than Sam’s.” Dean didn’t say anything. “Wait, is that- IS THAT WHY YOU THREW ME IN HERE?”  “Well, we-” “YOU BETTER COME UP WITH AN EXPLANATION NOW, BECAUSE I’VE BEEN THROUGH HELL DOWN HERE!” When Dean didn’t give her an explanation for ten straight seconds, she punched him. He took a couple of steps back. “And don’t you even try coming back at me. You deserve it.”

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

for day one of @sobernatural ‘s 2k celebration: “you did what?” // acceptance // blue

A month ago, taking Cas and running seemed like a good idea, or, at least, it seemed like the only idea. The other option was to just send Cas out into the world on his own, a freshly grace-less former angel in a hoodie, and Dean couldn’t do that.

(He’d thought about it, for a second, though, so maybe this was his punishment for considering leaving Cas behind. That’s what it would have been, even if Cas had been the one leaving.) 

And maybe it’s still a good idea. It’s just the two of them, picking occasional fights with the rare specter, trying to stay away from the powers searching for Cas, and Dean, calling Sam and trying to keep the peace, watching crappy TV and hitting every diner in the more obscure parts of middle America. 

(He feels like everything is starting to fall around him, but then again, it always has been.)

But all that has stopped. They’re at a standstill, because Cas has gotten some kind of cold or sinus infection. Dean’s not sure, and they can’t really go to the doctor, since Cas is technically a different person, but Dean’s been plying him with tissues, cough medicine, painkillers, and a lot of water for the past three days. He can’t tell if it’s helping.

Dean sits on the edge of the motel bed, sinking the mattress down, the springs old and creaking. Cas cracks his eyes open, revealing a sliver of blue. He needs a shave. 

He needs a shower. 

Hence Dean waking him up.

“I don’t want to,” Cas says, his voice creaky and rough from coughing and disuse. 

“It’ll help you feel better.”

“That’s what you said about the cough medicine.”

“Well, I didn’t say it was magical. I just said it would help.” Dean offers a hand to Cas. “C’mon.”

Cas didn’t really come with pajamas (it occurs to Dean that maybe they could go shopping, now that Cas wears different clothes every day), so he’s been wearing random sweats and an old undershirt that Dean dug out of his closet. Cas shoves the covers back feebly, and Dean thinks that maybe he should find something clean in his duffel for Cas while he’s in the shower. 

Cas bats Dean’s hand away and fumbles his way to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. A minute later, Dean hears the water start, and he grabs his key (this motel is old-school and still uses physical keys, not cards), heading to the front desk to request new sheets and raid the vending machine for cold water again. 

When Dean gets back, the water’s still running, but it’s ‘been less than fifteen minutes, so he thinks nothing of it.

Five more minutes pass.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Cas is gonna be upset if Dean checks on him, Dean knows that, can tell that Cas doesn’t like being human but won’t say it. It wouldn’t offend Dean, being all fragile and breakable is the worst.

(Last week, before Cas got sick, Dean had to teach him how to reset a broken nose. It wasn’t fun.) 

But he has a feeling that the water’s gone cold, which means Cas isn’t in the shower because he wants to be.

Dean hesitates for a moment at the bathroom door before pounding on it. “Cas? You okay?”

No answer.

“Cas?”

Silence.

“I’m coming in, dude.” Dean eases open the door to find, as he suspected, Cas huddled in the corner of the shower stall and the water still running. 

“I couldn’t get up,” Cas finally says, voice barely audible over the shower’s spray, and Dean wonders if maybe Cas did answer him a minute ago but he couldn’t hear it. 

“Let me help you, then.”

“You don’t need to help me.”

“Yeah, I do.” Dean opens the shower stall and turns the water off before offering Cas a hand. He tries not to look (but also not-not to look) as he pulls Cas up to standing. 

Cas pushes past him feebly, and Dean calls after him, “There’s clean clothes on your bed.”

He waits about five minutes for Cas to be clothed again before exiting the bathroom. Cas is sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes, wet hair sticking up in every direction, and when he sees Dean, he averts his gaze. 

“Cas,” Dean says, sitting opposite Cas on the other bed. “Talk to me.” 

“You don’t need to help me.”

“I already told you that I do. You’re—“ Dean stops. Best friend is close, but not quite there. Brother? Completely wrong, Cas is nothing like Sam. Less than a year ago, Dean’d almost let the word love spill out, begging Cas for his life, and he guesses that’s—“You’re you,” Dean finishes lamely.

“And me is…you would say that I suck.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I mean, the slang. I suck.”

“Cas—“

“I’m not useful anymore.” Cas has a bit of blanket in one of his fists, squeezing it. “We’ve spent half a week here, vulnerable, just because I got sick.”

“I’ve been sick before.” Dean shrugs. “Doesn’t make me less useful. And you don’t have to be useful. You can just—“

Cas interrupts him. “You said you needed me.”

“…What does that have to do with this?” Dean feels his pulse quicken as he thinks of the crypt and the angel tablet and Cas slipping out his angel blade, poised to kill. 

Poised to kill him. 

“You need me, and I’m not useful.”

“I didn’t—“ Dean stares at Cas, bewildered. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not a weapon or something. You’re—“ He’s stuck again. “You’re you. That’s what I meant.”

“And I’m an angel. Or, at least, I was.” Cas’s grip on the blanket grows tighter. 

“You’re more than that. I mean…” I wish I could tell you what I mean, Dean thinks. He’s not even sure that he’s accepted it himself. Because he knows how this works—acceptance, in his line of work, of someone’s importance to you means that they can be used against you. Means if they’re gone, you’re gone. 

(In his heart, he knows it’s too damn late to escape that. But he can pretend.)

“I mean that you don’t have to be an angel to matter,” Dean finally says. “You just matter to me.” It’s lame, and not quite right, but it’ll do for now, because Cas’s brow smooths, just a little, and he lets go of the blanket and grabs one of the new water bottles. There’s this chasm between them, unspoken, but it’s getting smaller, bit by bit. 

He hopes. 

Maybe one day, he’ll know how to say what he needs to say—what Cas needs to hear. 

[beels-burger-babe]

There and Back Again - Epilogue

GN!MC  TW: Spoilers for Lesson 16, Mentions of Murder and Violence, Trauma, and Panic Attacks/PTSD Summary: What if MC hadn’t been seen by everyone after watching their death and went back to their original time line??  Pt. 1 HERE, Pt. 2 HERE, Pt. 3 HERE, Pt. 4 HERE -  PODFIC The lounge of Purgatory Hall was always a peaceful area. Solomon could often be found lounging there as he read through one of his many ancient, arcane texts. Simeon would sometimes sit at the small table near the window with a hot cup of tea and begin drafting his next work. While Luke preferred to spend his times in the kitchen, but there was always those moments after he finished baking where he’d rush into the lounge excited to show everyone his latest creation. After living in the Hall for a month, you were nearly certain that the room itself possessed a magical quality that soothed all who entered.  All of this made the fact that you couldn’t get your knee to stop bouncing or your heart rate to slow down all the more distressing.  You weren’t the only one who was upset. In your time at Purgatory Hall you had gotten close with the other exchange students in a way that you never got the chance to when living with the brothers. So given the current...situation, all three of them now sat with you as you waited for your guest to join you. “Are your sure you want to do this?” Luke asked for the hundredth time. “You don’t owe those mean demons anything! Certainly not him.”  Simeon sighed and shook his head at his fellow angel, “Luke, you know that it was MC’s idea to meet with Belphegor. This is their decision, and all that we can do is support them through this visit and remain by their side.” Solomon hummed in agreement, “Exactly. Lucifer himself has reassured us that Belphegor appears to have calmed and changed his opinion on the human realm since learning the truth about Lilith. He has been quite eager to see MC, apparently.” 

Luke let out a worried whine as he stood from his chair, “But that’s the problem! He’s eager to see them!!! What if this is all just an act to get close to MC again so that he can-” “Luke that’s enough,” you firmly cut him off as you repressed a shiver from his words. “It’s true that this could all be an act. Just because I’m willing to face him does not mean that I trust him by any means.” You sighed and ran a through your hair, “But I can’t just keep running away and hiding from him. I need to face him. I need to confront him. I need answers if I’m ever going to fully heal and move on from...from my death.”  Solomon gave you a sympathetic smile as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “We won’t let anything happen to you. Lucifer and Mammon will be escorting and supervising Belphegor for the entirety of his visit. The three of us can remain in the room as well, if that would make you more comfortable, and just in case,” Solomon’s hand glowed for a moment as you felt a warm sensation flow within you. “That was a protection spell. Just as extra precaution I’m sure, but at the very least you can feel safer knowing that you are protected.” You nodded in thanks towards the wizard and took deep breath as you glanced at the clock. “They should be here any moment-” As if in on cue, you were cut off by a loud voice filling the hallways.

 “No touching. No yelling. Definitely no hugging. And I swear Belphie, if ya so much as look at them the wrong way-” “Wow. Thank you for this fantastic vote of confidence, Mammon. It’s great to see that you’re still holding something that I literally didn’t do against me.” “OI! Watch it, Cowboy! You’re in no position to be mocking me right now! I am being serious. If I see any signs that you’re making them uncomfortable, ya ain’t even gonna get a chance to say goodbye. Got it?”  “Mammon. Shut up. You’re not helping. He knows the importance of this meeting and the consequences should he step out of line. Isn’t that right Belphegor?” You couldn’t hear the response.  There was a knock on the door before The three brothers came walking in. Mammon taking the lead, Lucifer guarding the back, and sandwiched between them was Belphegor.  Purple eyes flashing in mania as a loud psychopathic laugh filled the room. Pale hands, made into weapons with dangerously sharp claws, digging into your skin as his thick tail wound it’s way around your tighter and tighter as he mocked you. “Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant.” “MC!” You yelped as a hand landed on your shoulder. Mammon quickly pulled his hand away and growled as he turned back to face Belphegor and Lucifer, being sure to keep you behind him. “See! I knew this was a bad idea! They ain’t ready for this.” “Yes, I am,” Mammon whipped back around to face you in shock; you offered him a hesitant smile. “Am I scared? Yes. But, Mammon, we’ve talked about this. I need to do this. We’re just going to talk nothing else. If something does happen, I know that I have the Great Mammon here protecting me.”  He looked down at you for a moment, his inner conscious fighting between his fear of you getting hurt and his knowledge that you were right. Eventually, he sighed, shooting Belphegor a warning look, before moving to sit beside you.  Silence filled the room as Belphegor looked at you. You couldn’t read his expression. It was as calm, bored, and collected as usual. He rose a single eyebrow at you.  “So...you’re Lilith’s descendent?” 

You nodded. “And apparently you traveled back in time so that Diavolo would release me?”  You nodded again.  “And in that time, I killed you?”  You tensed and pressed you lips into a tight thin line. “Yes,” you finally spoke, “what I need to know is if I need to worry about you doing it again?”  Everyone in the room tensed at the question. You could see Mammon shift beside you, as though he was readying himself to jump in front of you if needed.  Belphegor chuckled, and felt your blood grow cold. You reached behind you and grabbed onto Mammon’s hand; the demon was quick to squeeze it in reassurance. You shuttered as Belphie’s eyes met yours. 

“In all honesty, that had originally been the plan. I wanted to hurt you as the angels hurt Lilith. I wanted you and the rest of humanity to pay for her innocent blood that you shed.” His voice was filled with such raw anger and grief, so similar to his voice as he mocked you in your final moments, that you couldn’t help but lean back against Mammon.  Lucifer growled as he noticed this, “Belphegor...”  The youngest could clearly hear the warning in his brother’s tone and sighed. “You said to be honest. I’m just fully explaining myself. If you’d let me finish, I was about to say that I’ve realized that anger was misplaced and...” He stared at you with a sad expression, “I don’t want to miss out on my chance to get to know the last part of Lilith that we have left. The truth is that you helped me, time and time again. You didn’t need to do that, but you did, and you put your safety at risk a number of times to do so. I...I never thanked you for that. Because of you, I got my brothers back. I get to be with Beel again, and that means more than you could know, so thank you MC.”  You sat there for a moment, running over his words in your head. You couldn’t explain it, but you could feel some kind of lingering anger boil within you.  He got to be with his family and his brothers. While you had to move away from them because they could no longer ensure your safety. He got to sleep peacefully knowing that he was by Beel’s side again. While you awoken every night by nightmares of what he did to you. And now he’s here, not asking for forgiveness, not apologizing for the pain he put you through (even excluding your murder), and saying that he wants to get to know you.  You glared at him as you felt your hands curl into fists, “I didn’t do it for you.” Your voice was calm, but low and calculated with the risk of danger. You didn’t dare say anymore than that, in fear of ruining whatever slim chance of reconciliation that stood between the two of you.  You felt Mammon place a hand on your shoulder as he leaned down to your ear. “I can make him leave if ya want, MC,” you simply shook your head in response.  Belphie didn’t seem to know what to think of the situation as he cocked his head to the side. “You’re...angry?” He raised his hands up in defense as you shot a glare in his direction. “Okay! Yeah. That’s understandable,” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, what do I have to do for you to trust me? What happened in that timeline wasn’t me. I mean, yeah I had the potential to do that, but I’m not that person anymore. I want to get to know you like my brothers have. I want to know the person that they’ve all follow around like a bunch of lost puppies and who somehow managed to convince nearly all of them into forming a pact with them.” His eyes widen as he thought of something and he took a step closer to you, “Is that it? Do you want to make a pact with me? Do you want me to give myself to you?”  “Stop.” Solomon cut in frowning as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is your first time meeting them since all of this happened, Belphegor. You can’t just ask them to move on and forgive you right away. Yes, it wasn’t you who did that to them, but the person who did looked, sounded, and behaved exactly like you. Not to mention you admitted yourself, that you had prior intentions to repeat the actions of your past self,” he spat.  “Yeah!” Luke stood directly in front of you and growled in an attempt to look intimidating. “You’re the last person who gets to make any demands from them! You demons have caused nothing but trouble for poor MC, and I for one will not stand by it any longer!” he began marching closer to Belphegor. “Leave. And don’t you dare show your face around here again you rotten, no-good, twisted-” “Down, Luke.” Simeon chuckled as he placed a hand on the smaller angel’s shoulder and pulled him over to him. “That’s a little too extreme. If MC wishes to cut ties with the demons, that is their decision. Thank you for trying to protect them, but let them have a say.” Luke huffed and crossed his arms as he looked away from the group.  All the attention shifted over to you. You had remained silent and pensive during all of this. Not saying a word as you looked at Belphegor through analytical eyes. “I’ll make a pact with you, for the sole reason that should you change your mind and betray me once more, I’ll have the power to stop you.” You stood and approached Belphegor, causing Mammon to make a small noise in complaint. “I do not trust you. I will not  allow myself to be alone in the same room as you for a very long time. I will never let you touch me without specified permission. I do not how long it will be, if ever, before I can even call you a friend.”  Belphegor’s eyes widened as you spoke. His lips parted slightly in shock, and hands curled into fists in an obvious attempt to hold back whatever argument sat on the tip of his tongue. You raised an eyebrow at the observation and stuck out a hand. “If you want any chance at getting to know me, as you claim, this pact is the first step. So you’d be wise to accept it. I usually wait until you guys are more willing to make a pact before striking the offer, but I can’t afford such niceties with you.” The room fell quiet as Belphie stared at your hand. You could see the wheels turning inside his head, as he battled with his past prejudice and his desire to connect with the only surviving piece of Lilith. Finally he took a deep breath, and placed his hand in yours. A surge of magic washed over the two of you as the pact formed; Belphegor couldn’t suppress his wince at the sensation.  The moment the pact was made, Mammon quickly pulled back away from Belphie and into the safety of his arms as Belphie looked down at his hand.  Lucifer cleared his throat from behind everyone as he placed a hand on Belphegor’s shoulder. “I think that that’s enough excitement for this visit.” He gave you a soft smile. “Should you wish to arrange another meeting with him, just send a message to myself or Mammon. I will see you tomorrow for our social visit?” You nodded in affirmation, making Lucifer’s smile grow just a little bit bigger. He began to make his way towards the door with Belphegor in tow. “Come on, Mammon,” he called out without even looking back. Mammon didn’t move. He just stayed exactly where he was and rested his chin on top of your head. “Nah, I’m good. MC and I are gonna have sleep over tonight. Makin’ pacts are probably pretty drainin’ and as their first, it’s my duty to make sure they’re okay.” He paused before quickly adding in, “Not that I’m worried or anything! J-just doing my job! That’s all!”  You giggled and leaned back into Mammon’s arms as Lucifer sighed and Belphegor scoffed. Seeing no harm in the statement, Lucifer allowed Mammon to stay. As the two brothers made their way out of the Hall, Belphegor glanced over his shoulder and smiled at you. “It was nice to meet you again, MC. I look forward to us getting to know each other.” And despite everything, you still couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine as the Belphegor walked away ****This took WAY longer than I meant for it to, OH MY GOODNESS!!! Thank you so much for staying with me on this crazy journey and for all the love and support you’ve given this series! I hope you enjoyed it! Love, B

[marvel-noms]

can you do a vore oneshot about a dr strange vore with peter as prey no portal vore though perhaps strange looses control?

Sure! I tried just so you know XD))

Peter was slowly getting used to being swallowed down by the team. Sure, it was annoying and gross, so so gross, but it was slowly starting to be comforting. Once he got over the whole idea of being inside a stomach it was oddly comforting, the thrumming of the spider sense dulled down and if his senses got to be too much the familiarity soothed his nerves. Not only that, if he was swallowed by the team that would be the safest, he would ever be, ever.

He sighs as he uses his towel to dry his hair from the shower he has taken after Mr. Stark has snagged him. It hadn’t been too bad this time, more comforting than anything mostly because of a crappy day at school. He had half wished he had spoken up about staying- His thoughts come to a stop when he sees Mr. Doctor.Strange pacing in the penthouse, seeming very..ah bothered?

“Mr. Stark had to go to a meeting, I could um..tell him you were here?” He says slowly, finishing drying his hair, the towel resting across his shoulders. The man’s eyes snap up to him with an odd look in his eyes. He had seen it before though... It was very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. “Hey you, okay? You look a little pale there.”  

“I’m fine. You should leave.” Strange snaps quickly looking away. Peter scrunches his nose up at the rudeness and crosses his arms. “Look I kinda sorta live here too, so you can’t be mean and tell me to leave.”  

“I am struggling with something you can’t help with, so leave.” The doctor still sounded annoyed which only make peter feel even more pissy. “Hey! you’re still being rude. Maybe you should leave.” Ah yes, very grown-up Peter, great job. He wasn’t a kid he shouldn’t come off as whiny.

“Maybe I can help, tell me what it is! I’ve been working with Mr. Stark so I’m good at most things.” It had to be science or avengers related right? Strange grits his teeth a loud whining growl coming from the man’s gut. Oh...Oh! That’s what that looks was! “I said you couldn’t help, now run along.” The man snaps again, his hands pressed against his middle now as another growl comes from his gut.

“I mean that’s what I help the other Avengers with, and Mr. Stark too.” Peter says sheepishly running a hand through his hair. It hadn’t even dried fully but hey Mr.Doctor.Strange was probably going to give in anyway. “It’s a normal thing now so ah, why not embrace it?”  

“I have and it isn’t working! The feeling won’t go away even after I... I.” Strange scowls an air of frustration around him. “Well, that doesn’t make sense, I mean it goes away after everyone else eats me. Even after Mr. Roger's binges he can go for a while.” Peter says rocking on the balls of his feet. He was a go to for most of the team because of his availability and the fact that most of the Avengers couldn’t be shrunk down to be nommed.  

“I know, which is why I wanted to talk to Stark, a man who has the same inconvince.” The amount of exhaustion in the man’s tone made Peter feel horrible. How long had he been suffering from the instinct? “Well, I’m on the other side of things so I can still help! Why don’t you show me how you eat your person.” He hums getting closer, despite Strange backing up with a grimace. Normally preds would be more than willing at the offer, hell Mr. Stark was going to be insanely jealous if he knew he was willing to offer himself up.

There was a bit of silent reliance before the doctor sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples. “I portal them in and out. It’s more effective that way.” That was..super cool. Peter’s eyes light up at the opportunity to see more magic before he realizes he was supposed to be serious. He clears his throat and nods sheepishly. “Well, um..no other pred does it that way? Maybe you’re missing the whole holding and doing the shrinking yourself part, so your body gets upset, sorta like fruit candies aren’t as good as actual fruits.”

A brief silence as the gears in Strange’s head turned before the doctor groans in frustration as if he had a eureka moment. “The issue with that is I can’t hold anyone like...that.” The man holding his shaking hands up when Peter went to question why. They were shaking horribly but Peter had an advantage that no one else did. “I can be sticky, then you won’t drop me! Come on you’re in discomfort and then you’re going to snap and go on a little binge and won’t feel any better.”

“You have a point..but won’t Stark be upset about me stealing his..ward?” It was obvious Strange didn’t exactly know what he was to Mr. Stark and had a funny aversion to using nicknames like Mr. Stark would. He shakes his head and tosses his towel on a chair. “Nah, and if he is I’ll smooth it over.” he says with a shrug. That predatory look in his eyes only seem to grow with each passing moment before the man sighs in frustration.  

“Fine. But this is my first time using the..er Traditional way.” Peter shrugs and moves right in front of the man, a small smile on his face. This was a little scary but..but it just meant that he would be able to confidently ask Mr. Stark for this. Besides..he sorta wanted to see how portaling out felt like. When Mr.Dr.Strange didn’t do anything, he sighed dramatically.

“Alright, so just put your hand, hands or finger on my shoulder and focus. Mr. Stark says that the shrinking comes naturally. Then you just sorta grab me, gently, and put me in your mouth and swallow. Then bam! I’ll be in your stomach.”

Strange’s face wrinkles up at the crude explanation but slowly lifts a shaking hand up to Peter’s shoulder, the light touch still shaking with tremors. “Focus, it’ll come like breathing.” He comments. “I’m going. I thought you didn’t like being eaten spiderling.” Strange shoots back, a small calming breath escaping him. There was a brief pause before a weird feeling traveled through Peter. He closes his eyes in anticipation as the odd feeling of the floor rushing up to him hits him. It was a little sickening, but he was used to the feeling by now.

When he opens his eyes, he frowns and shakes his head. “You’re going to want to go smaller, I know I look pretty small now but trust me it’s not very fun going down this big.” He closes his eyes again as the light reassure of a finger returns to his shoulder, and when the pressure subsides.  

“There, is this better?” Strange asks, Peter flinching at the volume. Man, some people didn’t get that sound was much louder at this height. “Dude- lower your voice and yeah!” He calls out grabbing at the man’s trembling hand. “Ah sorry...and You’re sure that you can get ‘sticky’ and be fine?”  

“Absolutely! I can stick to people’s insides and those move all the time!” He huffs, grabbing onto the hand when it was low enough. It was an odd feeling with the tremors, but he could stick no problem as he was slowly lifted up to the man’s face. “Open up Doc! Then all you hafta do is slick me up and send me down and bam! Problem solved.”

“You’ve done this many times haven’t you?”  

Peter nods, staying sticky as he was lifted up more towards the doctor's face. “Mmhm! I’m sorta trying to stop being so reliant too so..so this is a big step.” His spider sense had been blissfully quiet this time round. “Besides it’ll help you.” He says with a small smile. There was a pause before strange nods and he opened his mouth, lowering his feet first.  

The warmth was welcomed considering it was hard to regulate body heat, and the familiar squishy feeling of the tongue as his feet brushed against it. Strange went slow like he wasn’t used to this- which he guessed he wasn't... The saliva soaked his pjs immediately, which was gross, very gross but familiar too. Once he was fully inside there was a pause before the muscle poked him around making sure he wasn’t in the way of any teeth.  

Then the bright lights of the tower disappear as the doctor's pearly white teeth clack shut around him. The muscle under him twitches slightly, Strange probably debating if he should taste him or not- which was fair considering this was new territory for the man. “You are going to have to slick me up, I mean I don’t think it’s very comfortable swallowing dry.” He hums patting the muscle under him.

Nothing happened for a moment then the muscle slowly started poking at him, then fully tasting him, it was weird that preds could taste things that everyone else couldn’t, he wondered what his taste was like..he would need to ask Mr. Stark. Man, he needed to do a lot for the man.  

The space was pooling with saliva, Strange obviously struggling to decide if he should swallow or not. “Okay it looks like you’re ready, so um..just swallow.” When nothing happened, he scooted towards the back of the man’s throat until his feet lightly pressed against the entrance. The flesh stayed stubbornly firm not allowing his feet to slip inside, the uvula whacking him in his chest. “It’s not as bad as you think. It’s like swallowing a noodle but a little bigger..well a lot bigger.”

There was a sigh before a loud swallow surrounded him, his feet suddenly being sucked inside the throat. He stifles a yelp as another swallow rolled over him, the muscles dragging him down. One more swallow finally made him travel down easily, a tight ring giving in with some resistance, rolling over his body. He lands with a squelch in the dark organ. Muscular walls rippled against him as the stomach gurgled contently. It was slightly tense but soon he sunk slightly into the flesh as the man finally relaxed... probably the instinct falling silent.  

“Does that feel better?” He asks with a small grin, lightly pressing against the flesh in front of him. Strange was silent for a few moments before answering. “Yes. That was the problem..thank you this..this is nice.” Strange murmurs, Peter relaxing at the soft rumble of the man’s tone, Mr. Stark stomach was better..it felt more familiar, Strange’s was different too.  

“Hey, no problem..now you know,”