#which establishes that she was nicknamed KITTEN as a kid

[marsrize]

Tim’s cat [Part 2]

Ao3: Here. | Part 1: Here. Summary : Adrien is reincarnated as a cat.  Adrien was a superhero nicknamed Cat Noir. Chosen when he was just 13 years old, he inherited his power from a ring that he always had on his finger. This ring contained a spirit called Kwami. This Kwami had the shape of a black cat with green eyes. It was an immortal creature that granted the right to the one who wore his ring, the power of destruction. To activate it, the wearer had to pronounce the words "cataclysm".

He was 16 years old when he died at the hands of his own father. Gabriel Agreste had chosen to sacrifice his son to bring back his wife Emilie. The adults in his life had not been the best.

Yet he opened his eyes again.

Everything was different.

To his surprise, Adrien was born again... as a CAT.

Strange as it may seem, Adrien was very happy with his new life as a feline. He was completely free, didn't need to go to school or middle school. He woke up at the time he wanted, went wherever he wanted... Really, he was happy.

He had learned to hunt small animals to survive. The hardest thing was not to find food, the city in which he lived and especially the neighborhood where he had established his territory was not very rich, obviously abandoned. There were rats and mice everywhere, he was not starving. The problem was rather the water. It was the hardest thing to find in the city. However, there was one spot that every stray cat knew about. Called the "white zone" by the cats, it was considered sacred. Sharing was a law.

In this place, there was a woman in a funny tight black suit who gave them food. And above all, she left several bowls of water. A normal cat did not know the language of humans. They could associate words with actions most of the time, but they didn't speak "human". This was not the case with Adrien. He understood the language of humans perfectly. He was even able to distinguish the different languages.

This woman was called "Catwoman" (a funny name). He knew she was a thief. The neighborhood cats called her " Servant ". Cats were deeply arrogant, pretentious and foul-mouthed.

Heavens... If this poor woman could hear what was being said about her...

" Damn it, these humans are incompetent, she's 15 minutes late!!! 15 MINUTES!"

"These humans... Unable to do a single job and then its asking for a reward!"

"I'M HUNGRY!"

"EAT! EAT! EAT!"

"Nope, I refuse to be touched by a human, I have my pride"

"Why do humans wear these funny things?"

"EAT!"

"Faster human!"

"MY MILK! I WANT MY MILK!"

"Guys, there's fish today!"

Adrien had a certain reputation in the neighborhood. He was not very tall, but well muscled. He still had a few scars on his body, a testament to the battles he had won.

He was the king in the neighborhood. Because of this, many cats called him "Boss".

Probably because of his former life as a superhero, Adrien did not like to see people in danger. So, he had helped many cats in the area who were in trouble. He had become a mentor to several kittens that had been abandoned... Had saved cats that were about to be caught by the pound.

But cats weren't the only ones on his list of lives to protect. Humans were also on it. The neighborhood he lived in was poor. Heavens, there were a lot of kids roaming the streets. Adrien used to steal food on a regular basis and give it to the local children. He also stole clothes to help them in the winter. He had a nice coat to protect him, but these children did not.

"Hey, look, it's the cat again!"

The children were still waiting for him.

"Thank you mister cat."

Adrien also attacked all the criminals who preyed on women in the street. It was horrible how many times he had to save young women or even young children from being assaulted in the street. What is the world coming to?

"HELP!"

"Shut up bitch-.... What the hell?! AAAAAAAH!"

Adrien was still aiming for the eyes. ALWAYS. That was the weak point of humans. They couldn't reach him if they couldn't see him. His second attack was the calves and wrists. This was the best way to make a criminal drop his weapon. The sneak attack wasn't bad. He would bite at the back of the neck and claw with all his might at his opponent's back.

They had no chance against him.

He also prevented robberies when he could. Especially against old people. It was cowardly to attack someone who couldn't defend themselves!

Since he started these attacks, he had a certain reputation among the "humans" too. Many people fed him. Others tried to catch him by luring him into their homes. Finally, there were those who wanted to kill him (mostly thugs). He had already been shot several times, no one had ever managed to hit him because Adrien was fast... But these were scary experiences.

Adrien's life changed completely the day there was a big storm.

It was a cold and wet evening. It was raining.

Adrien hated the rain; it reminded him of the day he died as a human. It was also a stormy day.

He was particularly terrified of the sound of thunder. That evening, he ran away terrified by the noise. When he realized what he was doing, it was already too late.

He was in a neighborhood he didn't know at all, soaked and hungry.

He had to find a safe place and fast!

At first, he hides under a car and ends up falling asleep. The problem is that the next morning, the owner of the car chases him away. As he leaves, Adrien realizes that it is a luxury car. As he walks around the neighborhood, he realizes that he is in a residential area. He had never been to this place.

The problem is that there were a lot of families with dogs in this area and he kept getting chased all day. He was exhausted. He had climbed a tree to take refuge. It was the only house that seemed to be abandoned. The garden was in a bad state and all the doors were closed.

As evening fell, Adrien was hungry but didn't know what to do to get something to eat. At least where he lived before, there were rats, mice and birds. But in this neighborhood? Nothing at all. The birds were probably scared of the kids.

Adrien was feeling desperate and alone. He didn't know anyone in the neighborhood, and he didn't have any food or water. He tried to think of a way to find some food but he didn't know where to start. As he sat in the tree, he started to feel more and more hopeless.

Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the abandoned house. He looked down and saw a man (at least it looked like a man) enter through the back door.

The man left the window door open. Curious, Adrien decided to take a look at what the man was doing. Maybe he was a thief. When he came down from his perch to get closer to the window, he noticed that the man was dressed in strange clothes.

The more he observed, the more he realized that this outfit reminded him a lot of that heroine in his previous life, named Sparrow.

Was this human one of those Gotham vigilantes?

How likely was it for him to run into a superhero?

Maybe it was fate?

Adrien entered the house discreetly. He waited for the man to leave the room to examine the interior.

This man was rich.

The house may have been abandoned on the outside, but the inside was beautiful, even if a bit minimalist for his taste.

And above all.... There was food!

 Two weeks later.

Adrien had been living in the house for a while in hiding. He soon realized that it was not a man who lived in this house but a kid. He was certainly not of age.

The life of this boy was chaotic. He did not take care of himself. Hell, he hadn't even noticed that food was missing!

Adrien thought that it was definitely fate that had sent him to this neighborhood. This kid needed someone to watch over him.

“Well, I decided. From now on, this is my house!”

[baylardo]

Which Star Trek books would you recommend out of the ones you’ve read? Specifically voyager ones?

I meant to respond to this earlier lol WHOOPSIES MY B MY B.

I should firstly disclaim that I read these books from a content-creating standpoint and as such, would say that I have found merit to reading as many Voyager books as possible, regardless of what my personal opinions are on them. :) I think there's so much to gain from acquiring other people's takes on canon and semi-canon and you get to walk away with an opinion on it after having digested it haha. All of that to say I'm sorry if I'm a little GRAY on what I'd recommend.

Like honestly, The Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway gets A LOT of flack (Rightfully so... U___U). But I still managed to find and take away a lot from that book that I wouldn't have without having at least INDULGED it with an open mind haha. You get a lot of little details about Janeway's life pre-Starfleet and as a cadet to a captain, good, pandery, and bad. I won't get into too many details but I'd honestly say that the portion of time in the book about her life at Starfleet Academy when she meets and works closely with Boothby is VERY INDULGENT for my taste on Janeway content, and I wouldn't put it past me to go back one day and reread it because I REALLY loved the UNINTENDED PARALLELS it reflected in Resolutions for me. And obviously establishes her fondness for Bootby. I say "unintended' because this book does not wrap its themes neatly AT ALL it feels very freestyle and improvised and I found myself wishing the author had written Janeway to have reflected on things that got established earlier in the novel when she's talking about her time on Voyager. It is also VERY plat. But on top of that too like, just the ideas it has about the Voyager crew post-Endgame are interesting as well, some are a little eyerolly to me, but I actually found myself FAVORING what this book decided to do with Tom and B'Elanna as opposed to the Beyer books! A LOT.

Mosaic and Pathways are both wonderful and light reads. (You can find free audiobooks for these on Youtube WINK WINK) Mosaic is very Janeway-centric with a B-plot that's a little honkshoomimimi and they try to tie it up with the Janeway stuff but it flops for me ngl. But if you look past that, I'd consider Mosaic to be the SUPERIOR Janeway backstory canon in a lot of ways. Which is sad for how short it is. But it's kinda admirable in achieving what it does. Pathways is about some of the crew members reflecting on their time pre-Delta Quadrant, some of the stories are better than others. I particularly loved the Chakotay one. Cutely a lot of them end with "And THAT'S how I met Captain Janeway," but it isn't consistent I WISH IT WAS HAHA. The Tom Paris one is BOTTOM TIER I HATE THAT I KNOW ABOUT IT IT HORRIBLE LOL. The B'Elanna one was cute in that it had her meeting Tom in the Maquis which is SADLY something that never got elaborated on in the show! Very squandered imo. Oh also hated the Neelix one, keep that boy vague I DON'T WANNA SEE IT. These book are also what the Kirsten Beyer book series draws on for reference which is great and easter egg-y and I LOVE IT.

Caretaker was pretty bottom tier for me lol. It's just the first two episodes in book form. (But it was a free audiobook on Youtube so I indulged) As someone who has trouble grasping what the EFF is going on in the first two eps, it was useful for me in that lens. But it's just mad boring and I'd hoped the book would milk internal dialogue of the characters a bit more and it DIDN'T.

The Voyager - Beyer book series I'd say have been funnnnn for the most part. (I'm like, around halfway through the series I think) There's a lot to be desired but I'd give them the benefit of the doubt of likely having to appeal to a Star Trek audience where more character-driven storytelling becomes more of a backburner priority RIP. What she DOES manage to achieve in the brief and spaced out increments of CHARACTER INTIMACY are pretty DELICIOUS. Not super important but the way she writes Miral in particular is SOOOOO SOFT AND CUTE. I know it ends the way I'd hoped the TV series would end so I'm really excited for that. :) And they're definitely worth the read. You're just having to juggle like what feels like way too large of an ensemble cast with characters you're simply NOT gonna care about and have a hard time remembering for a while. I'm not a big Trek fan so whenever it gets super lore dumpy or brings in things from other spinoffs I'm a little "Zzzzzzzzz I don't careeeeeee." Children of the Storm and Unworthy are both VERY HARD READS at least for me because MFW NO JANEWAY U___U </3 but shawty it makes her return that much more rewarding to suffer through Janeway-less Voyager material.

Other than that ummggggg I know I wanna read the Chakotay-centric books at some point. And there's also apparently a book where Phoebe's aboard Voyager to do a special painting and she ends up being a doppleganger Caretaker disguised as her and I REALLY wanna read that one. :)

HOPE THAT HELPS LOL <3333333333

[dreyhendyheadquarters]

Not an art request but uh, do you mind sharing some of your headcannons about the two of em with us? Sfw and Nsfw

Absolutely, @just-in-it-for-the-ships! I’d love to share some headcannons I have about them with you guys! Since I barely have any time to draw these days, the fact that it’s not an art request this time is perfectly fine. As per the request, there are some Nsfw headcannons here too. I put them in order of Sfw to Nsfw, so the Nsfw ones are near the end.

So, Nsfw warning, and I hope you like em! If you’d like, you can tell me which one was your favorite in the comments.

Since Hendrickson is right handed and Dreyfus used his left hand more, they often hold hands with their non-dominant hands, so they can still do some things without letting go of the other.

Because Hendrickson has a smaller build, he can and does steal clothes from Dreyfus, usually shirts, and uses them as pajamas. Dreyfus would rather he didn’t, but he also can’t deny that he looks very cute and sexy in his clothes.

One of their favorite things to do together is go for walks in the forest.

Hendrickson loves playing with Dreyfus’ hair. He won’t let him cut it, because he likes plaiting it and tying it in different hairstyles, which Dreyfus does not mind and actually really likes, showing off Hendrickson’s handy work to whoever he sees. Hendrickson also wears hair bands on his arms just in case they are needed for Dreyfus’ hair.

Hendrickson’s hair is very soft, but like really soft. Silver druid hair is like that. Because of this Dreyfus likes to bury his face in his hair, ruffle it and just touch it in general, he likes the texture and smell.

Hendrickson’s eyes work like a cat’s do, contracting in the light and when he is angry or afraid, and dilating in the dark and when he’s very happy or looking at Dreyfus. He denies that this happens, while Dreyfus thinks it’s a very cute feature of his.

Hendrickson as we know is scared of the dark, and always needed a light on in his room so he could sleep. He stopped needing it as much when he started dating Dreyfus. He feels very safe with Dreyfus sleeping next to him.

Dreyfus can’t swim. He grew up in an area with no significant bodies of water nearby, so he never learned. Hendrickson, having grown up in Istar, where there appear to be many lakes, did learn to swim. The first time they went to the sea, Hendrickson had to teach Dreyfus.

Dreyfus was a chubby kid.

Dreyfus is the kind of person who comes up with loads of silly nicknames, and has a bunch for Hendrickson, such as: Hendy, Hendy-baby, Hendy-wendy, Hendy-doo, Kitten, Critter, Angel pet, Sweetness. Hendrickson has a couple for him as well: Dreyfie, Dreyfie-boo, Big guy, D-man, Fuzzy monster.

Sometimes Dreyfus absentmindedly twirls Hendrickson’s goatee around his finger. This usually results in him getting a weird look from the owner of the goatee.

Dreyfus loves delivering cheesy pick up lines to Hendrickson, who laps them up every time.

Dreyfus has only ever dated two people: Anna and Hendrickson. Before meeting Anna he had virtually no interest in other women, only falling for Anna because she became one of his best friends.

Hendrickson realized he was in love with Dreyfus when he was 19, and Dreyfus was 27.

Dreyfus realized his own feelings for Hendrickson some point in the first years of being possessed by Fraudrin, not being able to do anything but examine his own thoughts and feelings throughout that period.

They fight each other for training purposes, but also because they genuinely have fun doing this. To someone who doesn’t know them, it really does seem like they are trying to kill each other, and not that they are actually a very loving couple. Most often these fights are riddled with sexual tension and end in them making out.

While in control of Dreyfus, Fraudrin had him sleep with Hendrickson many times. This helped him in establishing a strong hold over Hendrickson as well.

Their favorite sex position is missionary. They like seeing each other’s faces and kissing during sex, so it’s the most practical.

Hendrickson’s first time was not in fact with Dreyfus. He first had sex with a pleasant man at age 21, who he can’t really recall the name of.

I haven’t decided on exact penis sizes (since we’ll never know canonically), but Hendrickson is about average sized, while Dreyfus is quite large.

Hendrickson has a praise kink, and Dreyfus has a thing for sexy outfits.

Usually when they have sex, Dreyfus is the top and Hendrickson is the bottom. They like it a lot that way, thank you very much. Although they do switch sometimes. Dreyfus was curious about how being the bottom felt, so they tried it out. He was very nervous, and scared it was going to hurt.

They play around a lot during sex, often making each other laugh with stupid jokes and sometimes even having to pause for a minute to try and stop laughing.

Between them, Hendrickson is the best at fellatio.

Neither of them likes slapping or hitting the other during sex. They are always really gentle with one another, in the first stages at least. They do bite each other though.

Dreyfus does not like to swear normally, but lets loose while they have sex. Hendrickson finds this very hot, as it makes him feel special, since he’s the only one who gets to hear profanities from Dreyfus.

Sometimes they like to just take some or all their clothes off and not do anything sexual, just talk about more serious topics, or point out things on each other’s bodies, or even just sit in silence and hold each other close. They feel very close and safe when doing this, and that it strengthens their bond.

(Made the text rainbow, because rainbow is fun. Also, you know. Gay)

[buttybarnes1917]

Innocence

Word Count: 2,089

Okay. First smut fic in a very long time. It might suck, but I’m going to try really hard to make it not suck.  

Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky. I feel like this is absolutely going to become an AU, so it’ll get it’s own header on my masterlist!!

Warnings: dirty talk, nickname (kitten), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, somehow also a degradation kink, Bucky is obsessed with Readers innocence, minors dni

You rolled your eyes in disgust as you heard moaning coming from Bucky’s dressing room.  

Again.

God, he was literally insatiable.  It seemed like every show, he was pulling some girl backstage, kissing messily in the hallway as the rest of the crew worked around him and then inevitably the girl would end up in his dressing room or his bunk in the bus, which, literally made no sense considering how muscular he was.  Those bunks were so small.  But the girls would never stay for long, and then you would get the fun job of escorting her back to the audience, with her calling “call me!” to Bucky and Bucky already forgetting her name.

You leaned on the wall, sighing a little as you heard her moaning again and Bucky’s short grunts.  God. If he wasn’t so infuriating, he might even be hot.  

Oh, who were you kidding.  He was hot. Six foot three, at least, insane arm muscles from the hours upon hours of playing drums, long curly brown hair and tattoos that curled around his body, Bucky Barnes was everyone’s ideal bad boy.  On top of the fact that you had heard from the people on the crew that he had been with that he was… very well endowed.  

Natasha from lighting told you that he was more skilled with his fingers than a drummer should be, and that she was having trouble walking for days after her encounter with him.  Loki from rigging told you the way he used his tongue on them was “magical” and that they had trouble finding someone who could live up to that.  Steve from audio told you that he could find your weaknesses almost immediately and that he had “never been with someone who made him cum so many times”.  Which would have grossed you out, honestly, if you weren’t so impressed.  

The door opened and you pushed yourself off the wall, as the girl pulled her jacket over her shoulders, blushing as she saw you.  Bucky leaned on the doorframe and smirked at her.  

“You’ll call me next time you’re in town, right?”  She asked, giggling at him a little.  Your nose wrinkled a little as you smelled the weed on her, and you rolled your eyes.  

“Sure thing, doll.” He nodded.  You cleared your throat.  

“This way, hon, the show’s about to start,” you said softly and walked off with her. You gently pushed her through the curtain and security walked her to her seat.  You turned and sighed softly and bumped into Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said quickly pushing yourself off him.  He grinned down at you.

“Not a problem, kitten,” he said.  You made a face.

“My name is y/n. Not kitten.” You corrected him, and he slowly smirked at you.

“Apologies, kitten.” He said again and you rolled your eyes, walking back toward the side stage.  He trailed along behind you.

“You’re the assistant tour manager or something, right?” he asked. “You’re always here late, setting shit up.”

“Yep.” You responded, your eyes on your clipboard as you walked.

“Don’t you ever do anything other than work?” he asked, snatching your clipboard away from you. You turned immediately and he held the clipboard over your head, laughing as you tried to grab it.  You punched him in the stomach, thinking he would bend over, and he just laughed more. “You call that a punch?”

“You’re an asshole.” You said, punching your fists to your hips.

“And you’re short.  Didn’t know we were saying obvious things,” he responded.  You both glanced over at the stage as you heard the stage manager call out that there were five minutes left until show time.  Bucky brought down the clipboard and you snatched it from his hand.

“Break a leg.” You said to him.  “Literally.” You turned walking away, shivering as you felt Bucky’s gaze on you.

 ******

 You sighed softly as you walked through the venue later that night, after the show was finished.  The band had only one more show in this building, but there had been consistent problems with the haze machines setting off the fire detectors.  Which by definition was not supposed to happen, since the haze mix was water based.  You assumed that the haze tech had just ordered whatever was cheapest and you wanted to double check that the machines were working properly.  As you pushed the door open, you heard drums from the stage and swore to yourself.  Of course, Bucky was here.  This night couldn’t get worse.  

You walked backstage and fiddled around with the machines, sighing as you did. The haze tech had ended up screwing up one of the machines with a mix of different hazes, so of course it was your job to fix it now.  The tour manager didn’t want to spend extra money, and you had been touring since you were a kid, your parents both a huge part of the industry.  

“Didn’t know you were here,” you heard and looked up as Bucky walked backstage, twirling his drumsticks, grinning at you.  You rolled your eyes.

“Someone has to clean up after everyone’s messes.” You responded.

“Mmm.” He grinned and leaned on the road case next to you.  “You’re the one that helps with the girls, aren’t you?” he asked, and your cheeks flushed red as you worked.  You didn’t look up at him, refusing to let him see you blush.  

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for that.” Bucky said.  “They get clingy after a while.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes, we’ve established that.” Bucky grinned.  

“I don’t want to hear about your fucking sex addiction right now, Barnes.  I’m trying to fix this haze machine.” You said finally looking up at him.  

“Oh, I’ll be real, its not an addiction.  I’m just very into sex, and I enjoy it.”  He grinned. “Don’t you enjoy it?”

“I’m not talking about sex with you.” You said and looked down at the machine.

“Oh, come on.  That’s gonna make me think you’re a virgin.”  He chuckled and you didn’t reply. “Wait… no way.  You’re actually a virgin?” he asked.  You rolled your eyes.

“My sex life is none of your business.”  You said, your voice shaking a little nervously.  

“So, you are a virgin.” He responded, grinning.  He hopped onto the road case, swinging his legs.  “How have you been on the road this long without at the very least getting head?”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your face blushing bright red. “You’re such an—”

“Asshole, yeah, it’s on my resume,” Bucky smirked.  “You’ve got to have thought about it.  I mean.  It can’t be easy, hearing me fuck nearly everyone on this tour—”

“You’re such an arrogant asshole, not everyone wants to—”

“Yeah, but you do,” Bucky cut you off.  “I’ve seen how you look at the girls that leave my room.  You’re jealous, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Don’t call me that.”  You said, shivering just a little.  Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.  

“You are jealous,” he said grinning and sliding off the road case, moving toward you.  “You’ve probably touched yourself to hearing me with those other people, haven’t you kitten?” You backed away, shaking a little.

“Bucky--“

“Now don’t lie to me kitten,” he said smirking as you bumped into another road case. He placed a hand on either side of you and grinned down at you. “How long have you wanted to kiss me, kitten?” he asked, and you whimpered a little at the nickname.

“I…” you stammered out as you felt his calloused fingers drift down the skin of your arm. “Bucky…”

“So, a while,” he chuckled softly, leaning so his lips brushed across your neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me.  I’m an asshole, not a jerk.” He said grinning a little.  You bit your lip, looking up at him.  In truth, he was right.  You had wanted this for so long.  You had held off, not wanting to be that girl that slept with the drummer, that slept with people to get ahead.  But let’s be real—Bucky had slept with half the crew already—not just women, but men too, and non-binary people.  You wouldn’t get looked down on at all, and if anyone did, they’d be looking down on themselves as well.  

“Kiss me,” you said softly and a second later you felt Bucky’s lips crash against yours in a fevered kiss as he lifted you effortlessly onto the road case.  Your legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he gripped your hips tightly.  You slipped your fingers through his hair, shivering as you heard a groan fall from his lips as you tugged gently.  He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, worshiping the area where your jaw met your neck. “Don’t leave a mark—” you gasped out, your face burning and he smirked at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as he growled at you.  You whimpered as you felt his teeth work at your skin, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you moaned, pushing your hips into his.  “God, you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, kitten?” he purred into your ear, one of his hands finding its way up your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your breasts to the cold air.  You gasped out his name breathlessly as he pinched and pulled at your nipple.  “Such a good, responsive girl, hmm?” he whispered into your ear.  “Never had anyone touch you like this, have you?  Never had anyone make you feel this good, have you, kitten?”

“No, Bucky, no one,” you breathed out whimpering and arching your back.  He slipped his hands down your body, unbuttoning your pants.

“I’m going to take my time with you, kitten,” he smirked, kneeling in front of you as he pulled your pants down past your knees.  

“What… What are you…” you panted, watching him, then falling back onto your elbows with a gasp as he flicked his tongue against your clit.  “Holy shit” you cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rubbing his finger around your entrance, collecting your slick on his fingers. He slowly pulled away, smirking up at you as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.

“God, kitten, you’re nearly dripping for me,” he whispered.  “You’re so wet for me, kitten, and I’ve barely even done anything.”

“Bucky, please—” you begged.

“I’ll be nice to you this once, kitten, because it’s your first,” he grinned.  “Remember that.”  He leaned forward again, slipping his tongue into you as you moaned almost immediately, your head falling back as your chest heaved with your heavy breaths. He slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out as you arched up into his hand.  “Where is it, kitten, where’s your spot—” he whispered and suddenly you felt a burst of pleasure and you cried out, your hips bucking up.

“Jesus Christ—”

“Just Bucky is fine,” he smirked, and any other time you would have punched him in the arm, but he added another finger and oh fuck he was hitting that spot again, and everything was feeling so good, and he was moaning and sucking on your clit and…and…and…

“Bucky, holy fuck!” you cried out, your back arching as you clenched around his fingers, cumming harder than you ever had before by your own hand or vibrator. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, rising from his knees to kiss you deeply through it as your legs shook. You pulled away, gasping as he slowly pulled his fingers from you.  You moaned softly as he licked his fingers, grinning at you.

“God, kitten, you taste so good for me,” he smirked softly and kissed you.  You shivered as you tasted yourself on his lips, and he pulled away, tilting your head up, his finger hooked under your chin. “Meet me in my dressing room tomorrow, after load out,” he smirked. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”

[hayleysstark]

Title: Better You than Me  Words: 1462 Warnings: Mild swearing Summary: "Oh, my god. Branch, my parents are parenting YOU." / Or the one where Cloud Guy calls Branch out, and Branch has a few dozen revelations. All extremely uncomfortable. Tag to 5x02. Slightly AU. Very silly, zero substance. Notes:  ~ slightly AU, Cloud Guy's parents don't actually move in, just drop by a lot ~  y'all should know this bitch had the working title "shameless self-indulgent garbage" b/c there is literally no point to this except Cloud Guy's mom just,,,,,,, quietly adopted Branch in S5 and that is,,,,,,,,,,, Objectively Beautiful. tbh.

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"You," Cloud Guy says, proudly, like a little kid who's finally figured out how one plus one equals two, and wants to share it with everyone in the vicinity, "you like this. Don't you?"

"Um." Branch is not, exactly, one-hundred-percent sure what's going on right now, or even how he wound up here in the first place, but objectively speaking, he's pretty positive that is not something he wants Cloud Guy to say to him, ever, especially when the stupid goofball has got him pinned to the bed. He shifts slightly, and the springs creak loudly beneath his back. "What?"

"You like them." And maybe Cloud Guy realizes the uncomfortable position he's put Branch in, because he leans back a little. "My parents."

"Oh." Okay, there it is—it's still not clear why the guy felt he couldn't say this until he dragged Branch into the bedroom and bolted the door behind them, but at least he's gotten to the point. Small miracles, and all of that. "Well." Branch has to think about it for a minute. A few months ago, he probably would have denied it to his dying breath because he had a reputation back then to keep up with, and that reputation had not included liking much of anyone, especially not two cheery little clouds who'd quite literally taken his bunker and his entire life by storm. But. Well. Things are different now. He can say it. If he wants to. "They—they mean well," he says, and leaves it at that.

Cloud Guy snorts. He rolls sideways off Branch, and down onto the mattress, his puffy, feather-light body barely making a dent in the soft covers. "You like them," he says, for what's got to be the millionth time since he hauled Branch in here.

Branch flicks his eyes heavenward. Okay, we're done with this. "Yes, thank you, we've established that, now can you—?"

"You like them," Cloud Guy spirals over onto his stomach to look at Branch in a strange and searching kind of way, like he's seeing absolutely everything, "parenting you."

"I—" he doesn't remember, he doesn't know anymore what he was about to say, but it kind of doesn't even matter because the inside of his mouth has gone suddenly bone-dry and he can't seem to swallow and his tongue feels heavy and awkward and clumsy and he's about ninety-percent sure his face is about to catch fire, which is really stupid and makes no sense because this is—this is just—that is not—

"I don't—" he falters, noticeably, and Cloud Guy's mouth quirks up in one of his stupid, triumphant little smirks, and oh, God, everything is awful and he just wants to die. "—I d-don't—" he tries, again, and flounders just as spectacularly the second time. "I-I don't know," he manages, finally, and sits up on the bed, and puts on his best don't-mess-with-me glare, even though it's never, ever worked on Cloud Guy, ever, and it's also rapidly losing its effect on Poppy, too, which is unfortunate, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Cloud Guy raises his eyebrows, the picture of politely bewildered incredulity. "Your face says otherwise."

Branch tries to scoff—he really, really tries, but the furious blush has gone all the way to the tips of his ears at this point, and he knows the stupid sapphire flush is probably a damned beacon right now, even in the low light of the bunker, and all he can really manage is a small, shaky breath. It's about the farthest thing from a scoff. Ever. And he hates it. "Don't be ridiculous. They aren't—they aren't p-parenting me, or whatever," no, he does not stutter, he does not trip over the word, and that is just the beginning and the end of it, "they're—they're—"

But.

See.

Here's the thing.

They kind of are.

And there is no getting it past Cloud Guy. "Branch," he doesn't even bother with one of his annoying-but-admittedly-creative nicknames, "yesterday, Mom pulled me aside, and begged me to make sure you had a second helping of that casserole she brought over for dinner last night because she says you're too thin and she's worried you're not taking care of yourself."

And damn it all to hell, but the first thing Branch feels is not absolute and unremitting indignation at the thought that he, utterly independent for a good ten years or so at this point, is somehow incapable of looking after himself, no, it's not that at all, it's—

Well.

It's.

It's kind of the complete and total opposite, because there's something suddenly warm and bright growing up inside his chest, this golden little glow, like the miniature flame on the end of a lit match, but the heat of it goes all the way through him, and that's. Okay. That's not good. That is—that is not good, because he is not supposed to feel good about this, at all, ever, he's just—he's just not, because it's ridiculous, it's unbelievable, it's infuriating, for God's sake, he can mind his own damn self and he doesn't need anyone else and that's who he is, isn't it, someone who is alone, someone who wants to be alone, someone who doesn't know how to be anything but alone, and it's not right and it's not fair for Cloud Guy's parents, of all people, to just come crashing into his life and make him think any different.

"And!" Cloud Guy sits up, too, and jabs a finger, hard, into Branch's chest. "You. Like. It."

At least he expects the accusation this time—without the sting of shock and humiliation it initially carried, he's able to put up a half-decent defense. He even manages a proper scoff now, and he smacks Cloud Guy's hand away. "No. I don't."

Cloud Guy has the nerve to laugh. "Pretty nice fib, puffalo rib, but you can't hide nothin' from me. Just do yourself a favor, and don't ever, ever let Mom in on it. She already thinks you're lonely, has a good cry 'bout you every time she comes over."

Branch stops dead. "What?"

"Uh-huh. Yeah." Cloud Guy flops back on the bed again, arms clasped comfortably behind his head. "Practically had kittens about you when I told her you've been down here since you were twelve. Thought it was best not to mention the whys and hows after that."

"I—" Branch can't even speak for the sheer mortification of this moment, his mouth working furiously as he struggles to find the words. Oh, God, Cloud Guy's mother feels bad for him. He literally cannot think of anything worse. Death would honestly be kinder.

"She'd—" Cloud Guy breaks off to let out a low chuckle. "She'd probably adopt you if I did."

Yeah. Okay. No. Branch shuts his mouth. There really is absolutely nothing to say to that.

"Anywhoozle," Cloud Guy pushes himself back up, and rolls right off the side of the bed—Branch waits for the telltale thump of his body hitting the floor, and hopes it really, really hurts, but it never comes—he tucks up his legs and catches himself an inch from the ground, floating up to the ceiling. "You want my advice?"

"Uh—" Branch's brain finally decides to work again, grinding back into gear. "No. Not in the slightest."

Cloud Guy laughs again. "There's the sauce I've been missing. As I was sayin', just try to look a little less lost-boy 'round Mom, 'kay? She'll lay off eventually. Although," he pauses, like he's just singlehandedly had the world's greatest idea, "now that I think of it, well," he shrugs, and floats toward the door, extending an arm to slide the heavy metal bolt back. He flicks the door open, and tosses one last glance at Branch over his shoulder, "better you than me."

[noquiem-blog]

STATS

FULL NAME:   Zoe Murphy. PRONUNCIATION:   ZO-ee MUR-fee. MEANING:   ’Zoe’ means life in greek, while ‘Murphy’ means descendant of Murchadh. NICKNAME(S):   She doesn’t really have any, apart from the occasional sweetie, baby or kiddo from her parents/older family members. PREFERRED NAME(S):   Zoe. BIRTH DATE:   N/A. AGE:   17 in canon. ZODIAC:   N/A. GENDER:   Cis female. PRONOUNS:   She/her. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:   Biromantic. (Zoe does not realise this until midway through college) SEXUAL ORIENTATION:   Bisexual. (Zoe does not realise this until midway through college) NATIONALITY:   American. ETHNICITY:   Caucasian. CURRENT LOCATION:   In canon she lives in her childhood home with her parents and older brother. Probably somewhere in the midwest. LIVING CONDITIONS:   The Murphy family is well off, and this is clearly depicted in the way they live. Zoe’s childhood home is a relatively big house for a small family of four, and she has her own bedroom of medium to big size, with a bathroom connected to it, which she shares with her older brother. She’s never had to cut back on her expenses (which, to be fair, when compared to other girls her age, isn’t high) in order to afford food or clothing.  TITLE(S):   N/A.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE:   N/A. HOMETOWN:   N/A. SOCIAL CLASS:   Middle- to upper-class. EDUCATION LEVEL:   College degree. FATHER:   Larry Murphy. MOTHER:   Cynthia Murphy. SIBLING(S):   Connor Murphy. BIRTH ORDER:   Connor, then Zoe. CHILDREN:   None. PET(S):   None in canon. During her third year of college, Zoe fosters and adopts an orphaned kitten, who she names Buttons. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS:   Evan Hansen. PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS:   Evan Hansen

IMPORTANT EVENTS:

Age 6: Starts primary school.

Age 14: Starts high school.

Age 17: Connor dies.

Age 17: The Connor Project is established.

Age 17: Starts dating Evan Hansen.

Age 18: Graduates high school.

Age 18: Moves across the country.

Age 18: Begins college.

Age 22: Graduates from college.

ARRESTS?:   None. PRISON TIME?:   None.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME:   While in high school, her parents cover all her spendings and she doesn’t need a job or a primary source of income. During college, however, Zoe chooses to support herself and gets a job waiting tables at a bar near campus. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME:   N/A. TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME:   N/A. APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR:   N/A. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?:   As content as a stressed college student can be. PAST JOB(S):   She worked at a local diner during the summer between sophomore and junior year, mainly for experience. SPENDING HABITS:   Zoe doesn’t actually spend a lot of money. She has a set number of money that she sets in the bank each month, and she doesn’t purchase much more than food, clothing and the occasional book. She does, however, have a subscription to Netflix and HBO. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION:   Her guitar.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH:   Average. OFFENSE:   Low. DEFENSE:   Low. SPEED:   Medium. INTELLIGENCE:   Average. ACCURACY:   Average. AGILITY:   Average. STAMINA:   Average. TEAMWORK:   Good. TALENTS:   Guitar playing, writing, baking. SHORTCOMINGS:   She’s stubborn and has a black-and-white mindset, which is a little troubling. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN:  English and high school level French. JUMP-START A CAR?:   No. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?:   No. RIDE A BICYCLE?:   Yes. SWIM?:   Yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?:   Yes. PLAY CHESS?:   No. BRAID HAIR?:   Yes. TIE A TIE?:   Yes. PICK A LOCK?:   No.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM:   Laura Dreyfuss. EYE COLOR:   Blue with a hint of green in them. HAIR COLOR:   Somewhere between dark blonde and light brown. HAIR TYPE/STYLE:   Long, wavy hair that’s often left loose with her bangs braided to the side. GLASSES/CONTACTS?:   None. DOMINANT HAND:   Left. HEIGHT:   5′5″ WEIGHT:   N/A. BUILD:   Mesomorph. She has some curves, but she’s definitely on the skinnier side. EXERCISE HABITS:   Zoe makes sure to jog at least three times a week, and manages to squeeze in two training sessions at the gym each week.  SKIN TONE:   Pale. TATTOOS:   None. PIERCINGS:   Her ears are pierced, though she hardly wears anything. MARKS/SCARS:   One over her left knee from falling off a bike when she was fourteen. Other than that, just the usual scar from goofing around as a kid. NOTABLE FEATURES:   She has freckles speckled across her nose. USUAL EXPRESSION:   N/A. CLOTHING STYLE:   Zoe definitely goes for the more relaxed style over the over-dressed, stiffly elegant one a lot of girls in her class prefers. She loves her trusted white sneakers, a fashionable mom jean, a plain t-shirt or a knitted sweater. She also loves floral dresses, denim shorts and denim jackets. JEWELRY:   She has a few rings she refuses to leave the house without, as well as a star-shaped necklace and a simple silver handband. ALLERGIES:   Mosquitos. BODY TEMPERATURE:   General. DIET:   None. In canon she pretty much eats whatever her mom makes for dinner. PHYSICAL AILMENTS:   None.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE:   INFP. ENNEAGRAM TYPE:   Type 4. MORAL ALIGNMENT:   Chaotic good. TEMPERAMENT:   Phlegmatic. ELEMENT:   Water. PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE:   Intrapersonal. APPROXIMATE IQ:   N/A. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS:   None that are diagnosed. SOCIABILITY:   Zoe is very sociable, and has a very friendly way of carrying herself. She’s the epitome of the girl next door. EMOTIONAL STABILITY:   Relatively stable. Less so after Connor’s death, but even then she fights to maintain control over herself and her emotions. OBSESSION(S):   None. One could argue that her want to be in control is an obsession, though it would have to be a minor, not unhealthy one. COMPULSION(S):   None. PHOBIA(S):   None. ADDICTION(S):   None. DRUG USE:   No. ALCOHOL USE:   She drinks when at parties or when the situation calls for it, but only started doing it regularly after turning 21. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?:   No.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE:   N/A. ACCENT:   Neutral. QUIRKS:   She plays with her hair or the sleeves of her jackets/sweaters a lot. HOBBIES:   She plays guitar in the jazz band at school. Other than that, she enjoys a bit of reading and the occasional poetry writing. HABITS:   Bites the insides of her cheeks when bored, nervous or focused. NERVOUS TICKS:   She plays with the edges of her sweaters and her hair when nervous, and bites the insides of her cheeks. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS:   After losing Connor and finally being able to grieve him, making sure no one else ever feels so lonely that suicide is the only option. She also wants to teach people that their emotions and reactions to certain things, such as traumatic events, are always valid. FEARS:   Losing control, not being able to make her own choices and someone else deciding what she should do. Losing her independence. POSITIVE TRAITS:   Kind, empathetic, passionate. NEGATIVE TRAITS:   Stubborn, relatively narrow-minded, critical. SENSE OF HUMOR:   Relatively normal. She’s a big fan of puns and dumb dad jokes, as long as they’re not her dad’s jokes. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?:   It’s very dependent on her mood and state of mind, as well as which person she’s talking to. On bad days, cuss words slip out easily, while on better days she definitely manages to bite it back. She’s definitely more prone to let them slip out when talking to Connor than when talking to Alana or Jared. CATCHPHRASE(S):   N/A. FAVORITE QUOTE (BY CHARACTER):   “I don't need more reminders of all that's been broken / I don't need you to fix what I'd rather forget.”

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY:   Performing. Even in a band, Zoe really gets to shine on stage in a way she never gets to in her everyday-life, off-stage. ANIMAL:   Dogs. BEVERAGE:   Peach-flavoured iced tea. BOOK:   Victoria by Knut Hamsun. She reads it every summer. CELEBRITY:   Beyoncé, probably.  COLOR:   It’s a tie between pastel blue and pastel pink. DESIGNER:   She doesn’t really pay any attention to designers, or fashion. FOOD:   She’s a big pasta fan. FLOWER:   Sunflowers or daisies. GEM:   N/A. HOLIDAY:   Halloween. She loves playing dress-up. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION:   Bicycle. MOVIE:   Across The Universe. MUSICAL ARTIST:   Gabrielle Aplin, Joni Mitchell, Sara Bareilles. QUOTE/SAYING:   N/A. SCENERY:   A blue sky clear of clouds, the sun shining above a field of sunflowers. There’s a forest in the far background. SCENT:   Vanilla mixed with sweet, floral undertones. SPORT:   Baseball. It’s fun to watch, but she doesn’t care about playing it herself. SPORTS TEAM:   Zoe doesn’t really care all that much about sports, unless it’s the Puppy Bowl. So, all the puppies?  TELEVISION SHOW:   Superstore. Don’t tell anyone, but Amy is her spirit animal. WEATHER:   Blue skies with not a single cloud in sight, the sun shining and with a light breeze in the air. VACATION DESTINATION:   Bali, Hawaii, Amsterdam.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM:   Being able to live doing what she loves, surrounded by the people she loves. GREATEST FEAR:   Losing control of her life. MOST AT EASE WHEN:   Outside during the summer, lying down by the side of a quiet lake. LEAST AT EASE WHEN:   At home, during one of Connor’s anger outbursts. WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN:   Losing the people she loves, losing control. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT:   Getting through college without having to rely on her parents for a lot of economical support. BIGGEST REGRET:   Misunderstanding Connor. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT:   She probably messed up one of her solos in jazz band once, which she’s never forgotten about and continues to haunt her. BIGGEST SECRET:   Her sexuality. TOP PRIORITIES:   Maintaining control of her life and of herself. On a shallower level, finding happiness and contentness in life.

TAGGED BY:   Myself. TAGGING:   Everyone!

[howdoyoudothedew]

Long post of SPN story ideas, anyone can use these

Sabriel plus Jess. Sam wasn't one for polyamourus relationships. He was fine with others who were in one, it just wasn't his thing. Then Jess and him meet Gabriel. - He already know Jess is okay with that kinda thing, she's been in two before - She's the one that approaches him, because she knows that he likes him and frankly, she's kinda falling for the short trickster too. 1- Gabriel comes back, and Sam is pissed. He's all fire and fury, ready to haul back and punch the archangel right in the face. He walks with a purpose. A purpose he doesn't fully know, but his body seems to. The rage flowing hot through his blood seems to know what to do. Then he's standing in front of Gabriel. And Gabriel is simply stating up at him, prepared to take anything. Willing to take every hit. And Sam can feel all that anger at Gabriel sacrificing himself for him bleed out of his body. Suddenly he's clutching at Gabriel's shirt and crying into his shoulder, all puffy eyes and snotty nose. "Again. Why? I'm not worth it." "You're worth a thousand deaths." Gabriel just wraps his arms around his shoulders, holds him close, and let's him cry for as long as he needs. 2- Rumpleskultsen sabriel au 3- Sam and Gabriel do meet in Tall Tales and get to know each other... Biblically. Gabriel has a kid before Mystery Spot, where he tries to teach Sam a lesson because he can't loose the idiot. And somehow, during the confrontation, it comes out. 5- Gabe and Balt doing the trombone drive by 6- Gabe and Luce doing the Fuck You Baltimore thing 7- Leaked footage of Gabriel in the Empty: The clip of Mushu trying to wake all the ancestors 8- Jack Winchester secretly adopts a kitten 9- Jess is a hunter, assigned by angels to keep Sam and Dean, vessels of the apocalypse, safe. Her little sister has been tasked with keeping Dean safe while she has Sam. One night her sister breaks into their apartment to tell her that Dean has gone missing. Maybe also include the demon thing I wanted to do with Velvet for Jess? And that's the true reason the demon went with Brady? 10- Loki and Gabriel switch places. 11- "I was your favourite older brother in heaven." "I don't remember that." "What do you mean you don't??" "What I remember is having to ask Lucifer(or Raphael) to --- "So you do remember!" "Not at all." "You petty little fledgling." "I am not a fledgling anymore, Gabriel." "You're acting like one." "That's rich coming from you." 12- What if they unbound Death from Lucifer? Wouldn't he of killed the archangel? 13- Hunter!Jess, Jess/Charlie 14- Castiel runs from the chapel in an arranged marriage, and Dean packs a duffle bag and follows him. 15- Team Free Will walking in on Ro and Gabe Sam, internally: Am I jealous?? Gabe, internally: Is he jealous?? 16- Sabriel where they meet at comicon where Gabe is dressed as pool and Sam as Spidey. People ask for shippy pictures of them together. 17- Established relationship Destiel gangster AU, Cas goes missing 18- A girl hits on Sam and Gabe gets jealous, established relationship, definitely contains angst 19- Sabriel based on the song Photograph, possibly even as a coda for Exodus episode 20- "Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff." Gabriel sauntered in a few seconds after that, hair ruffled to a mess that looked like he just ran a hand through it to -barely- get it back under control. The top two buttons on his shirt were buttoned into the holes right under the top two holes, the rest of the buttons following suit. His cheeks were flushed, lips red and puffy, and a few dark purple spots graced the bottom of his neck. "I'm stuff," he breathed the words, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Sam reddened, his skin now the colour of his flannel, and stumbled over words that wouldn't come out. Though a squeak did manage to escape when Gabe smacked him lightly on the ass. 21- It's called 'Promise Me' The summary says: Gabriel really wished Sam wouldn't make him promise something he wouldn't be able to keep. Gabe comes back, Sam does his thing. "Don't ever die on me again." "I promise." Gabriel faces down death. "I'm sorry." "No!" And Sam dies instead. 22- Fic called either 'I need more dreams and less reality' or Give me more dreams, less reality' for angsty Sabriel with dead Gabriel and may or may not contain happy ending where he comes back I just don't know Happy Sabriel with hints of it not being true only for it to be a dream in the end because I'm an ass 24- I have found the one whom my soul loves. SoS 1:4- Destiel 25- Sam flirting + being embarrassed by Dean Season one, Sarah Blake Season one, Tall Talls 26- Dean is born without a soulmark, but when he comes back from the dead the handprint makes a fairly compelling one. 27- All I want is a fanfiction about when Cas is possessed by Lucifer, and for some reason Luci kisses Dean. And it's their (Destiel's) first kiss. The whole time Cas is inside pleading and begging him not to. Dean kisses back. 28- The after math of Litra's Sacrifice. Written solely because I was curious about how it could affect the rest of the story. As the day went on, Sam felt some of the soreness return. It was a pretty minuscule amount, but it made him smile. It helped cement in his brain the fact that last night, all of it, had been completely and utterly real. He wasn't sure why that made him happy. ---- Later when Cas comes back, he has to pause. Something is different about Sam and it doesn't take him long to figure out what. He has a claim on him, one different from the claim of Lucifer's vessel, something stronger and pagan, yet not quite fully pagan. Somehow Sam is lucky enough for Cas to show the tact to not ask abut it in front of Dean. -Changing Channels- Sam felt Loki's presence as soon as they left the car. It made him pause, though it wasn't fully of worry for what would come next. He felt a wave of calm pass over him. (Which confused him, but he didn't tell Dean.) Something in him told him not to tell Dean. He's not sure why he listened to it. -Hotel- "Little brother, laying claim to my vessel? How ambitious of you," Lucifer sneered. "And how very, very stupid." "Oh." Lucifer turned on Dean, "And you've been claimed by Castiel." He returned his gaze to Gabriel, though it was only from the corner of his eye. The confusion radiating from the elder Winchester was much too fun a thing to watch for him to remove his full attention from him. "You and Cas sure had fun while me and Mickey've been gone." 29- Gabe keeps calling Sam more and more ridiculous nicknames, so Sam calls Gabe shortcake (or short stack) - This should be a fanfiction. Called 'Nicknames'. 30- Sabriel and Destiel hanahaki disease- it takes angels a longer time to truly develop it, as their body is constantly healing itself. But when Cas first becomes human, it truly manifests. 31- Soulmate AU colours where Sam knows that Gabe is still alive because he never loses his colours. They fade slightly, but they never go away. Something in him tells him not to tell Dean, not to tell anybody, for the safety of all those involved. - The first time, when the Trickster dies, and Sam still sees colour, he dismisses it. Maybe it's a fluke or something. 32- Don't you go quietly into that good night, Castiel. You fly and you fight that good night, Castiel. Because us on earth need you from that good night, Castiel. 33- Impala, hand on Dean's chest: you rebuilt me. I just about fell apart multiple times, and each time you remade me. (Possible Dean as a parallel to Cas with the Impala being a parallel to Dean) Later: Does that sound familiar? 34- Chuck creates a flower: Amara, Amara! Look, I made this for you! *Chuck hands it to her, and when Amara touches it the flower turns to ash in her hands* Chuck creates ----: Amara, Amara! Look, I made this for you! *It turns to ash in Amara's hands* Chuck creates ----: Amara, look! I made this for you! *It turns to ash in Amara's hands* Chuck creates life: Amara, look. I made this for you. *It turns to ash in Amara's hands* Chuck creates Amara's prison: Amara, I made this for you. -im sorry 35- Sam: Why do you keep stealing my flannel? Gabe: Why'd you steal my jacket? (They keep on asking these questions until one of them says: Well why'd you steal my heart? Pre-slash, getting together, mutual pining?, crack) 36- Sam's Many Hookups Gabe meets up with Sam as different women