#how cringe is it to get his signature tattooed somewhere

[southside-jess-blog]

All Snakes Have A Soft Underbelly - Sweet Pea Imagine (Part Two)

Masterlist

Part One

Tag List: @the-greatt-perhaps @love-your-little-thingss @euphoricmads @sataninsatin @aframeofbones @the-sun-is-dark @rissamonique97

Initially requested by @madamzeyl & @love-your-little-thingss

Author’s Note: Thank you for the response to part one of this series! I am overwhelmed! X

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 1,471

As I tapped a rhythmless tune on my book, I stared aimlessly at the blank paper that lay flat in front of me. These finals wouldn’t pass themselves but god I wish they would. Pop’s Diner was normally somewhere that I could easily relax but today I just couldn’t get comfortable.

Taking one final sip of my vanilla milkshake that was now warm due to the amount of time that I’d been sat in this same position, I gathered all my notes together and put them in my bag before standing up and put on Sweet Pea’s blue flannel that I had borrowed, the signature serpent logo stitched onto the back. I looked around the diner, taking in who was there, noticing Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller and a couple other bulldogs that I don’t have the time for sat around a table. I had an ok relationship with Archie, so I waved goodbye to him before walking towards the exit, listening as the bell above the door rang as I made my exit.

It was starting to get dark outside, but I needed something to ease my mind after a good few hours stressing about a blank page, so I decided to take a walk alongside Sweetwater River, the sound of the water was always a calming one for me. I was headed towards the Southside, I had about an hour to get to the Wyrm as I’d promised to meet up with Sweet Pea, so we could have a cheeky night in with a good old takeaway pizza and whatever crap was on TV.

As I arrived at the river, I wrapped his flannel tighter around me, wishing that I’d taken one of his jackets instead as the breeze was beginning to nip at my skin, my arms becoming decorated with thousands of little bumps. Although the water was bringing me some sort of serenity, I couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy, so I increased my pace a little.

I was approaching the end of the tree covered path when I saw two lights shining in my direction, causing my arm to move to my face to shield by eyes from the brightness that had suddenly entered it. I cautiously began to take steps towards the source of the light, squinting my eyes to try and make out if anyone was around it but I couldn’t see anything, so I took myself to a different path and continued to walk, still to the same place where I was initially heading but just taking a different path to avoid being too close to whatever was happening there.

The leaves rustled around me, my mind initially just accepting the sounds as being from my own feet… that was until I heard an unwelcoming laugh from behind me. I was shouting at myself in my head just to ‘carry on walking’ but my instinct took over, causing me to turn around to see who had entered my space, unwelcomed and unwanted.

Turning my head, I was greeted by a stranger, he looked just a little bit older than me. His face was painted with black and white paint and he wore a furry jacket over an open striped shirt. I noticed that his jacket was decorated with studs, my eyes widening as in my mind I heard something that Sweet Pea had said to me just a few weeks back when an older Serpent called Penny Peabody had returned to town, demanding Jughead’s exile from the gang. With that I was intrigued as to what else I had missed, interested especially in a drag race that had taken place against a gang that were no longer in town because of it… the ghoulies. I remembered straight away that he told me that studs were their equivalent of the iconic Serpent logo. I let my eyes fall to his hand, noting that he was wielding a baseball bad with nails sticking out of it.

Taking a careful step back whilst maintaining a gaze on him, I started to move away but it only pushed him to get closer.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here. A lonesome Serpent”. His voice sent shivers down my spine as it was toned with a sarcastic spite. Shielding my nerves with a confident voice, I spoke up before turning away to continue my walk away from him.

“Leave me alone”

Although, I didn’t get very far. I was stopped by the force of my body hitting against another, one that was almost double the size of my petite frame. I hadn’t heard him approach me and suddenly, I felt terribly weak and helpless, but I wasn’t going to show that, if I did it’d only make the whole situation worse… or so I thought.

The bat guy (I didn’t have time to catch his name… didn’t really want to) approached me, grabbing onto my arm to turn me back around to face him once again, I aggressively pulled my arm away from his grip, but he dismissed my actions.

“Oh no, I’m really not going to do that am I. I’ve already missed the Serpents once tonight, I’ve gotta get my satisfaction from somewhere haven’t I”. My thoughts shot straight to Sweet Pea and my other nearest and dearest, a sense of relief running from my body when I realised that they hadn’t felt this guys annoyance tonight but another rush of fright as I realised that all those lost chances to do whatever he wanted to do to the Serpents would all be targeted towards me.

He lifted my chin up with his finger, but I was quick to push his grubby hand away from me, causing him to send a menacing grin towards me.

“You’re a feisty lil’ one aren’t you. We’ll have fun with you”

Before I could protest I felt a weight over my head and my sight was shielded, I screamed in panic before a heavy object hit against me, leaving me with nothing but even more darkness.

I woke up in an unfamiliar setting, opening my eyes only to shut them again as I allowed them to adjust to the light that was coming from a bonfire that was in front of me, after being in complete darkness for what may have been hours or days. I moved my arm to rub my eyes only to be restricted by a robe that was tight around my wrists.

As my sight eventually came back, I noticed a face directly in front of my own, instantly recognising the person as Penny Peabody. “Wakey, wakey little one. Have a nice nap?”. I looked around, taking in my surroundings, noticing that the guy that had approached me earlier was still here, just this time a bit further away from me, the nail bat still secured in his grip. I didn’t quite not how to respond so I decided to remain silent for a little longer, thinking extra carefully about what to say to avoid any chance of saying something to anger her even more than she seemed to be already.

“What do you want Penny?” I looked directly into her eyes, noticing how emotionless they were, her poker face was a permanent expression on her face.

“She speaks” She sarcastically raised her arms turning around to the other gang members that surrounded his. When she turned back to me she bent down to my height as I sat down, looking me dead in the eye.

“Well, you may have heard this from your new friends Princess, but before you were in town they decided that they’d take me on a bit of a joyride”. As she spoke she was rolling up the sleeve of her jacket, holding it out to me showing me a deep scar on her forearm. “You know that Serpent tattoo that I’m sure you have… that’s where mine used to me”. Your eyes widened in shock and your body internally cringed… no wonder Sweet Pea left out the gory details. Your tattoo was on your left rib, terrified that she would want to do the same to you.

As I let my mind slip back to reality, she sat herself down next to me. “Don’t worry though, it wasn’t your boyfriend that did it to me. I sure wouldn’t want to change your opinion on him… helped me with a lot of deliveries that lad, although he sure wouldn’t admit it now”.

How did she know about your relationship...?

“He’ll be here though soon, your knight in shining armour”.

As she turned to you, she noticed your confusion filled expression.

“All snakes have a soft underbelly,

And you’re his’.

Part Three

[axepopoto]

Prompt #8: Crag

Mumune sighed as she arrived at Camp Bronze Lake, clad in her deep red, draconic armor. There he was again- Curious Gorge, lounging in his underwear and sulking in a shallow pool of warm water. Not far behind the Hellsguard was his brother- Broken Mountain- wearing furs of various beasts.

“Gorge, really? Are we still doing this?” She grumbled, plunking down next to him without a care for the water seeping into her sollerets. “Come on! I want to train with you again! Fell Cleave things!”

The hulking man shook his head with a sad smile. “Mumune, that would be great. But if we do I’ll probably just lose control again. What good am I if I can’t control my Inner Beast?”

“Well I can’t either! Well I kind of can but... She has a mind of her own sometimes I swear, you know?” Mumune chuckles before shaking her head again.

This had been a reoccurring conversation for two weeks now. She had to do something to get him back! What if there was some cool legendary six Fell Cleave technique he hadn’t taught her!?

And besides, she wanted her friend back.

Suddenly, she was hit by inspiration.

“Hey BM! Do I have your permission to take your brother somewhere?”

***

The wind whipped in Mumune’s face as she led Gorge up the huge mountains near Anyx Trine. She had ditched her usual armor for more rugged attire- a red chest wrap that exposed her abstract tattoos on her arms (someone said it would make her look tougher!) and a red bandanna while Gorge donned his usual fur-lined leather armor with a horned helmet.

“Almost there!”

“This better be worth it!” He panted in response. “Strange girl, why do you insist on hiking so far up?”

“Just shows how out of shape you are from sulking in that hot spring stuffing your face,” she sniped as she stuck her tongue out. “Now, here!”

Mumune pointed out to the view before them. The two stood on a small platform of rock, just enough to fit the two of them with a little wiggle room. Beyond the edge was the Dravanian Forelands- a sea of odd, tall trees with leaves a hue of green unlike those Mumune had seen before.

“Yes, Abalathia’s Spine...” Curious Gorge trailed off, staring in awe. “I haven’t seen this view in quite some time.”

“Cool isn’t it!” Mumune grinned. “Fills you with the urge to fight stuff, right?”

Gorge groaned. “Did you really think just showing me a pretty view- even a nostalgic one would be enough?”

As Mumune lifted her finger to voice a counterargument, a loud roar echoed in her ears. The two turned to face a Coeurl, but no ordinary Coeurl. This one was far larger than the rest she had seen running around the forest. Upon its head were two huge antlers, and as it took a step, the air grew heavy with clouds of green spores.

Mumune drew her axe, ducking to strike at its legs. As she did, the Coeurl swatted her to the ground, pinning her. Gorge backed up, hesitantly drawing his own axe.

“Hey ugly! Leave my student alone!” He bellowed.

The monstrous cat loosened its grip on the Lalafell, giving her the opening she needed. With a loud squeak that in her head sounded more like a roar her body flared with a red aura, and it was as if she was no longer the one in control.

She heard a voice. Not her own voice. A feminine, spiteful voice. Her vision clouded over with shadows.

“Destroy the obstacle.”

The sheer energy pushed off the huge paw and she uppercut the Coeurl’s chin before slicing into its leg with her signature Fell Cleave. Wincing in pain, the strange cat backed off, but her Inner Beast wasn’t done. She slammed her axe into the ground, causing it to further stumble and trip. She raised her axe again, ready for another strike at its neck, when Gorge scooped her up.

“Mumune, let it go... There’s no need to push yourself further, the danger has passed.”

Gorge’s voice was normally gruff and rocky, and yet here it was smooth and soothing.

“Destroy the obstacle,” her mind echoed again.

Mumune cringed. She felt compelled to continue the carnage. She couldn’t resist. And yet she could here the one she looked up to telling her to stop, gently stroking her head to calm her down.

“No,” she managed to spit out as she felt control return to her. The shadows cleared, and the red aura faded. As this happened, she slumped over exhausted in Gorge’s arms as the Coeurl struggled off the platform to another in escape.

Unfortunately, as she did, the rocky platform began to quake from the after effects of Mumune’s slam. It began to collapse beneath them, and the two began to plummet.

“I’m.... Sorry...” Mumune softly whispered, Far meeker and weaker than normal.

“The Roegadyn is the obstacle,” the voice faintly told her again. “If it is eliminated he won’t stop you from your fun.”

“N-no...” she muttered deliriously as their fall grew faster and faster. “Gorge is... Gorge is MY FRIEND!”

As she yelled, Gorge seemed to snap out of his own shock and chucked his axe at a rock jutting out of the cliff.

“HOLMGANG!”

A ghostly chain appeared from his wrist, yanking both of them up onto the rock, just barely big enough for Gorge with Mumune in his lap.

The two gasped for air for a few minutes. They looked at each other, still in panic.

Then, Gorge laughed.He laughed a hearty belly laugh, not unlike the one Mumune had heard on the happier days after their training.

Mumune laughed too, her surprisingly posh laugh contrasting his.

Despite everything, she would get her mentor back yet. (AN: Decided to start doing notes for these! I plan on going back to add them to the others too though I doubt anyone will read them anyway. This is loosely inspired by the 50/60 WAR quest. It originally started just as Mumune taking Gorge to Dravania but sort of got more and more into it as I had more ideas. Mumune’s Inner Beast has a bit of a... Twist to it. Perhaps that will come up in a future writing? Also had to reference Coeurlgina! Being into hunting, she’d likely be a big goal for Mune to properly fight when she’s in a better position.)

[kynthosmojo]

Up ‘n Comers

Square filled: BARTENDER!JENSEN

Title: Up ‘N Comers

Link: (if posted anywhere else like AO3, LJ, etc)

Ship: Jensen/Jared, aliases of Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature/Explicit

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13497372

Tags: Bartender!Jensen, Amateur Night!Jared, Aliases, Flair Bartending, Mugging, Hurt Sam Winchester, Masturbation on Camera, First Time Wincest Implied, Roleplay Suggested

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester have an annual trip to Vegas thing they do every year for a week to ten days, mainly at Dean's insistence. This year is not different, chaos still ensues and plans still go awry…

Word count: 1796 words

A/N: cyncitymojo

Written/created for @spnaubingo

Upon arrival in their Las Vegas motel room, Dean, as usual, left Sam most of their fraudulent credit cards and was off on his own. He had taken most of the cash. It turned out he was an infamous flair bartender with the alias Jensen "Flashtender" Ackles. He had quite the local following.

 The elder hunter secretly competed in Legends of Bartending, a competition that had awarded them with most of their money each year. He used the cash he had taken for the entry fee. Over the years, unbeknown to Sam, “Jensen” repeatedly won the championship and the pot of cash by the fifth day of their vacation. They now rarely found themselves in a jam where they needed to hustle or use the defrauded credit cards.

 Sam, assuming his brother is merely drinking and screwing his way through Vegas, wanders around trying to get out of the funk of being alone. Somewhere toward the end of Fremont Street, Sam emerges from his daydreaming and figures out he is in an alley and his surroundings look sketchy. While silently admonishing himself for not paying better attention to his surroundings, he runs into 3 guys and gets mugged.

 They picked the wrong guy, of course, and got molly-whopped. However, they managed to snag the wallet that held the credit cards. Sam was too stubborn to call Dean for help and thought he'd never hear the end of it anyway. Applying for more cards would have taken too long, so he resigned to having no other choice than to take a leaf out of Dean's book and hustle pool. He had five hundred in cash hidden in his boot for emergencies. This was nothing, if not an emergency.

 In Vegas though, con artists and pool hustlers are a dime a dozen, and these were not the amateurs that the young hunter was accustomed to. These scam artists ended up MUCH better than Sam. He swiftly lost the last of the cash he carried. To top it off he found himself in a deficit of five hundred more to the last guy he played against. He did not know what he was going to do.

 The guy was pretty sleazy, and had been checking Sam out the whole time. He offered Sam a way to pay off his debt in an alternative way. Sam was taken aback. He was NOT about to do anything with this sleazeball just to pay up. Sam tensed up, ready for one hell of a fight. The guy laughed and told him not to be so full of himself.

 “One video, one little private film of you doing something you’d really enjoy, solo. Stallion like you’d clear two grand, easy. Sounds like a win-win to me kid. I’ll be taking my cut of course. Just bring it over to my place, Up ‘N Comers, tomorrow night.”

 Sam figured one video would equal him not having to crawl back to Dean like a whipped dog, he could pay what he owed and would still have extra to try to enjoy Vegas himself for the rest of their week off.

 He goes along with it.

 ***

 3 Days Later:

 There were several flat screens in the Up ‘N Comers bar showing a variety of things for entertainment, but there was one huge flat screen near the end of the bar. The screen was flipping from one ridiculous preview scene to the next. The amateurs were looking directly into the camera, but not looking very convincing. Each one was a perfect example of what someone looks like when they’re trying too hard, phoning it in, or just plain uncomfortable.

 Jensen “Flashtender" Ackles was grateful for the cringe-worthy material because it meant less distraction for him during the semi-finals. Once he was done qualifying for the finals and taking out one of the brother-sister team who had joined him in this stage of the Flair competition for the last few years, he'd be able to accompany them both back to their hotel suite, as was their annual tradition.

 It was their fourth day of vacation and Jensen was really in the groove. He was also missing someone special. He was not used to being away from his brother so long unless something was wrong, even though they did this every year. It was why he swept out of the room so fast; rip the band-aid off so to speak.

 By day five the competition would be over, and he could stop being Jensen “Flashtender” Ackles for another year. The last few days would be for grilling his baby brother and giving him a hard time about how he spent his alone time. He assumed the lovable nerd would have found some obscure tours or a museum to get lost in.

 Now, he was doing the most impressive balance and twirling patterns with perfect form, speed, and accuracy. By the time he had finished his set and was humbly accepting the applause from the happy patrons who had his signature cocktails in hand, he looked up just in time to catch the first full scene on the big screen. He found himself frozen in place, captivated.

 The featured amateur of the evening was spellbinding. The camera was aimed from a low position, head-on. Long, tan legs bent at the knees and spread wide, framed huge hands sliding down smooth, muscled thighs. They met at the junction between, which was an apparently well-prepped, glistening opening topped with heavy, firm balls and a rod the size of a tree trunk. One hand swept up to caress sweaty, marble-like abs and tweak a flushed, perked nipple.

 Jensen was instantly weak in the knees and went to perch on a barstool. He couldn’t believe this was an amateur. He had to discreetly palm himself to relieve his rapid erection. He looked at the corner of the screen to see the name that had been posted, it said Jared. ‘Nice alias, way to keep it simple, hot stuff,’ he thought. He re-focused on the action.

 The other hand was busy squeezing and tugging testicles as if it was staving off an explosion. Then, it went for the rock hard, twitching shaft and started a steady stroke. Jensen looked up again at the broad chest and saw brown, floppy hair hiding a familiar profile. He did a double take when he the left knee moved just right, and he could clearly make out SAM’s anti-possession tattoo!

 Jensen was out of his mind, nearly falling from the stool. Instead of instantly deflating and getting the hell out of there, he nearly shot his load. That was his brother on screen looking like solo porn was his second career and all Jensen could do was sit there and shiver with how turned on he was. Sam definitely had some explaining to do.

 How? Why? And when the hell did Sammy start packing heat like that?

 “Dean, please…”

 Jensen barely heard the murmur above the commotion in the bar, but he heard it. At the same time, he watched Sam penetrate himself with three fingers. They disappeared inside him so easily, Jensen was gasping for air. He forced his legs to move, and he vanished from the bar completely forgetting the twins.

 ‘Jensen,’ no, DEAN practically rips the door off the hinges when he gets to their room. Sam is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, holding a rather sizeable knife, in a towel. He apparently was fresh out the shower, and on high alert. When Sam realized it was his older brother, he put the knife down and set his bitchface in motion.

 Dean froze, not sure he could broach the subject this instant, with his brother half-naked, much less at all. Then he remembered the scene at the bar and looked everywhere but at Sam. He was flushed and flustered that all he could think of was ‘Jared' and the short amount of time he brought Dean nearly to public indecency.

 "Look, Sammy, I uh, I need to ask you something. I need you to be str- um, honest with me. Alright? Can you do that?”

 “Of course, Dean. I kinda have a question for you too.”

 Dean directly faced his brother then. He noticed the light bruising on his face and at his ribs. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He made it to Sam in two strides and began to check for any further injuries, all else forgotten except…

“Sammy… are you ‘Jared’?”

 “… Shit. I knew it. I thought I saw you at that bar that night. I didn’t want to believe that I left that video anywhere you might see it, but I knew. No one looks-,” he began and then tensed, feeling a shift in the air. He’d watched his mysterious bartender’s back from a distance and later gone to the room and came, ‘Jensen’ on his lips. “Yes, I am. Are you Jensen? Is that why we come here every year?”

 “OK, that explains my baby brother spread-eagle on a screen for the world to see, but why?" he asked, irritation and tension building. “Does this have anything to do with you looking like you got into a scrap match on the playground after school? Did someone force you to do this Sammy?”

 “Dean, calm down ok, it is a long story. For the record, no one forced me. I will tell you after you answer me. Please, I am embarrassed enough already.” He hit his older brother with the deepest puppy eyes in his arsenal.

 “Fine, yeah, I am Jensen. I do this Bartending competition thing that keeps us in some extra, honest, cash. I do that for you Baby, I know how much you hate all things shady and underhanded.” He was gradually coming down from his anger-kill endorphins and did not realize what he said. Sam, however, caught the slip.

 “Um, Baby? OK, ‘Flashtender,’ what’s up? You see something you like?” Sam forgot that he was in nothing more than a small-to-him hotel towel.

 Dean felt the blush of ‘oops,’ then heard the challenge in a voice he recognized as ‘Jared’s,’ and looked into darkened, stormy eyes. He switched to his cocky persona Jensen and said, “Hey Jared, chicks AND dicks flock to the Flashtender.” He placed his hands on ‘Jared’s’ hips, remembering how close they were after Dean had panicked.

 ‘Jensen’ grinned at ‘Jared’ and tugged slightly at the fold at the top of the towel and watched it flutter to the floor. He thought the camera added weight, but clearly ‘Jared’ and the weapon he was packing was no illusion. He licked his lips and felt the younger mystery’s gaze on him as well.

 “Show me what you did with that thing on screen. I missed the ending.”