#GOD its so hard to gif when they look so different on mobile

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munkuposting (metastrap?) for the jellinclined (i am so sorry)

you tell me i'm insane but i know my truth and my truth is that munkustrap wants to help her. he wants to reach out and help her up like he just helped jennyanydots during her song. he leans down and it's not just so he can look at her better. it's not just cause there's no point to his defensive stance here except for her to see, for him to communicate she's unwanted, and he knows it. shit dude the guy can't look her in the eyes for longer than 5 seconds.

like come on. munkustrap's running after old deuteronomy and the rest of the older/less agile cats so much in this goddamn film he might as well be Munkustrap the Mobility Aid Cat. man knows what he wants in life and that's going on as many walks with senior citizens hanging off his arm as physically possible and neither god nor the heaviside layer will stand in his way.

his responsibility's a whole different thing, though. look at the lad puffing up when grizabella shows up. that's a guard he uses against perceived threats like macavity and it's well and warranted then, but what in the name of ye olde cat gods is the old lady gonna do? garbage stink them all to death? it's performative as hell on purpose. both of them know she's not gonna jump him and he doesn't need to protect himself or his fellow cats from her physically.

in the macavity scares, odd as it might look on a person, The MunkuStance™ is a genuine threat. he's up above everyone else or he's one of the few cats on the stage, he's spreading himself out to look bigger, he HISSES lmao.

look at the lad. hissssss lmao i love him.

not only is he saying i won't hesitate bitch he's also establishing himself as The Guy You Fight. if you're an outsider looking in, you're probably not gonna notice Mr Mistoffelees Scampering Through The Pipes Again, but you sure as hell are gonna see the Snarling Tabby Fresh From Hell hopping around in the middle of the stage with his legs 16 kilometers apart at all times. and okay, doing that for the entire musical sure is a Choice, but it's a Character Choice, and mr michael gruber the man you are. the star that you are. i want to send him flowers and chocolate and a card. i would greatly like to do that.

with grizabella though? jesus christ she's about as threatening as a patchy sock. it's not even his first instinct to go Tall Big Puffy when he's trailing after her because there's genuinely nothing to defend against there.

he just sort of slowly stands into it as though he's forgotten he was supposed to be Protecting for a second. the stance, the threat, all that's only there to set a dynamic. it's there to say you're not one of us, we don't like you, please go away, but he's half-assing it so much it loses all its i won't hesitate bitch and turns into i have never hesitated so hard in my entire life. he still establishes himself as The Guy You Fight, but it's obvious grizabella isn't about to fight anyone, so now he's just The Guy She's Staring In Incredulous Longing At, and he can't even hold her gaze for long enough to pretend it's not getting to him because at his core he's not a bad person and he knows that all this is kind of a Dick Move.

this is what makes munkustrap so dummy god tier as a character to me. he may wish he could help grizabella. hell he may even want her back, if not as openly as old deuteronomy does. when all the cats scuttle away and turn their backs to grizabella before memory reprise, munkustrap never even fucking bothers ?? like he's straight up just watching her, and then later watching old deuteronomy watch her like with the most somber wee eyebrows up so can we finally do something about this expression i've ever seen on a performer lmao.

but that means nothing without the approval of the entire tribe! absolutely nothing! because munkustrap, in that regard, is exactly like old deuteronomy: what he wants comes second to what the jellicles want. it's harder to see in him because old deuteronomy is mostly up on the tire being cat jesus and munkustrap mingles with the rest of the ensemble way more, but it's really obvious when you look. they defer to his leadership, but he defers to their collective decisions.

he moves mistoffelees away from grizabella (just like the rest of the older cats) because mistoffelees doesn't know any better and grizabella is untouchable, but then he stalls and waits when demeter reaches out to her. like, i'm pretty sure he would've just let her touch grizabella right then and there. had demeter been a little less aware of the fact that this was the first 30 minutes of the musical, i'm pretty sure she would've just taken grizabella back in right then and there and memory wouldn't have even been necessary. munkustrap sure wasn't about to do shit about it.

he's actively leaning back to give her space!! (i know logistically that it's mr michael giving an opening for ms aeva to execute her Conflicted Scuttle Away but munkustrap is still leaning back however you put it so i'm right automatically. haw yee)

i'm fascinated by it specifically because this way it's almost as though munkustrap is an extension of the jellicle collective, if that makes sense. obviously he's the narrator so we can't give him a complex emotional storyline if we want to keep the aryas in single digits, but in turn this means that now he's a character who chooses to forgo his own feelings in favour of those of his community, and that's just, man, that's just. man. ca(s)t of all time for real. a guardian and a weapon and a storyteller and a teacher and not one of those for his own sake. Man.

tl;dr, old deuteronomy can be hella proud of his kid, and i can eventually stop crying. also here are the gifs of him finally getting to comfort grizabella a little. experience emotions with me.

unfortunately i have similar (if slightly less rambling) thoughts on tugger and why he's constantly being such a massive cunt to grizabella lmao. if you guys are unfortunate enough i may subject myself to the giffing and writing of that post too. toodlepip ✌️

#jellicle cats #cats 1998 #cats the musical #munkustrap #grizabella #cilly.txt #because lets be honest this isnt much in terms of art or writing lmao #woe. long post be upon ye #but tumblr usually shortens these one these days anyway

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Boom Clap the Sound of my Heart

Description: Y/n did not get along with Pietro Maximoff. With his stupid speed and his stupid pick up lines and his stupid smile. But one stormy night involving ‘Harry Potter and the Bowl of Cereal’ could change Y/n’s whole view.

A/n: 3,026 words in total. Holy shit. Anyways very very proud of this. Also i had to sneak onto my families computer to post this because the search browser on mobile has a 1,000 word limit.

Credit goes to @buckysbeloved for the amazing headcanon of Pietro Maximoff constantly snacking on cereal. Go check out her content! Its amazing.

It was late in the afternoon at the avengers compound, though it looked like it was much later. The sky was dark as it poured outside. The rain hit the ground as bullets, heavy and hard. Thunder boomed with the power of the gods and lightning flashed, a warning sign to stay inside. The grounds outside were washed out with puddles, the dirt and grass being drowned or ripped away. 

It was a dreary day. And for y/n, it was perfect. Thunderstorms were so nice. They could lay inside all day, the only lighting coming from the dim yellow glow of the lamp. In y/n’s philosophy, thunderstorms were truly the best weather.

Unbeknownst to them however, the Maximoff twins had a jarringly different idea of what thunderstorms were. To the twins, thunderstorms were a throwback to that terrible day when instead of water, it rained bombs. That day where they cowered under the bed frame, practically waiting to die. 

For the Maximoff twins, thunderstorms were the worst kind of weather.

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You padded out of your room with cold, sockless feet, going in search of a snack. You had been laying around a larger portion of the day. You were surprised that Steve didn’t insist that you train today. 

Walking through the dark into the kitchen area, your mind insisted to you that something was off. Not paying any mind to it though, you flicked on the small light that rested below the overhanging cupboards. It was too small to properly light the whole kitchen, but thats what you wanted. Thunderstorms and low lighting were like two peas in a pod.

Thunderstorms and low lighting reminded you of your home. Before you had become a hero. Before you had discovered your powers. 

They brought you back to a time when you sat on the couch on a hazy summer afternoon very much like this one, eating watermelon and watching Star Wars. It was a very fond memory of yours.

You opened the cupboard, trying to find something to eat. However, all there was was a box of cereal on the top shelf. Oh yeah, it had been your day to go on a grocery run. Well you weren’t going out now. It would have to wait until tomorrow.

You tried to reach up for the cereal box, but the top shelf was higher then even Steve could reach (thats an over exaggeration, he could reach it with only a little bit of stretching). Who would put the only food in the house so damn high?

And the missing piece in your mind slipped into place. Your team mate, Pietro Maximoff, was nowhere to be found. Whenever you came out for a snack he was always around somewhere. Sometimes waiting to deliver a smug pick up line. Or the other times he was just munching on a sugary snack (usually a bowl of cereal). Either way though, he could always be found around here.

His absence bothered you. You tried to remind yourself that hes just an egotistical team mate. But still, as you decided to get out everything BUT the cereal, you got out two bowls.

You opened a drawer and pulled out two spoons, and opened the fridge to grab the pathetically empty jug of milk. It should be noted that you DID NOT POUR THE MILK YET because people who pour milk before their cereal need to get a mental evaluation. 

Its simple. You don’t pour your milk before the cereal because then the act of pouring the cereal splooshes the milk around and makes a mess.

Internally screaming to yourself as you dragged a stool to the cupboards, the last thing you needed was the cereal.

Climbing it recklessly, you grabbed the box and was shocked and disappointed for how empty it was. 

When you got down and opened it, you felt even worse seeing as there was only enough for one bowl.

Now the obvious choice is to make a bowl for yourself and never telling that stuck up speedster that you ever considered making him cereal at all. Its not like you guys were friends, you only ever really trained together. Plus his snarky comments whenever you came to get something from the kitchen. Plus sometimes he went with on your shopping runs just to bother you.

He was a big headed stupid brain.

Or so you told yourself as you poured the bowl of cereal (the right way), grabbed it, and made your way to Pietros room.

Oh yes you despised him. (Totally 100%)

The feeling of wrongness only intensified as you drew closer to his room. It was silent besides the pitter patter of the rain outside. And the occasional ring of booming thunder.

Coming up to his door you suddenly found yourself hesitant. Something felt insanely wrong.

Giving the door three brisk knocks, you barely managed to find your voice, and even then it was softer than the tone you usually used with him. “Hey there Sonic, you weren’t at your post in the kitchen so I brought you the last of the cereal.”

You. Were. Pathetic.

All he ever did was fluster you with his stupid pick up lines, and his stupid super speed, and his stupid pretty face.

‘His stupid face’ you corrected yourself.

Besides you didnt really know that anything was wrong, you just had a feeling. Your instincts seriously sucked.

As you stood there with no reply you decided that he probably just fell asleep. Whatever, this was a stupid idea anyways.

But then you heard him, a lot less enthusiastic than usual, and a lot less energetic,”Come in”

Oh boy something was definitely wrong.

Pushing open the door, you found him sitting at the edge of his bed, his foot tapping silently on the floor. Was that all that he was doing?The only light was coming from the lamp next to his bed.  

Trying not to break the silence you walked over to his bed and handed him the bowl without saying anything. 

You wanted to say something. You really did. But soon you found yourself turning back to leave. Why couldn’t you say anything?

You heard him give you a small “Thank you” as you arrived back to the door. All you had to do was close it and you would be out of this very awkward, very weird situation.

Turning before you closed the door to just give him a small wave and an uncertain smile, thunder boomed so loud that the ground shook.

You saw Pietro flinch a bit at the sudden noise.

Something was wrong and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone. Not because of pity, no you knew how good Pietro was at seemingly everything. He beat you at training more times than you can count, and he was far more fit (I guess that comes when your body is always going so fast). No, you didn’t do it out of pity. You did it because its easier to face the monsters under the bed with a friend.

“Hey,” He looked at you, his eyes appearing illuminated in the dull lighting. You uncomfortably stood there for a second, grasping for what else to say. “Rainy weather is the best movie weather.”

Ok? and where were you going with this? 

“And its pretty boring to watch movies alone. And so- I was wondering if you’d like to watch Harry Potter with me? We could do it here, you wouldn’t have to move.” Oh god this was so awkward. The tension was spread across the room so thin that a pinprick could shatter it.

Pietro smiled at you, it had no energy, like the rest of him at the moment, but it was better than the blank stare. “You want to get in bed with me?”

You felt your face go red, “Wait no-“ 

He let out a soft laugh. “You’re cute when you’re flustered. I must warn you though, I’ve never seen or read Harry Potter.”

He scooted back on the bed, crossing his legs and setting the bowl of cereal in his lap. It was probably soggy by now. And the milk is probably warm. Pietro is practically a human heater.

He patted the spot next to him and looked up to you with a warm smile.

Lightning flashed and following it came another boom of thunder. His warm mood faded. He tried not to show it by looking out the window, but you noticed the way he tensed up.

“Do you think Wanda would want to join us?” You tried to remain casual as you quietly closed the door and made your way over to the bed. You wondered if Wanda was the same way with storms.

Pietro looked back at you, “She’s probably somewhere with that toaster.”

You climbed onto the bed, trying not to bounce it because if you did it would spill cereal all over the bed. And as funny as that would be, now was not the time. “You mean Vision?”

Pietro didn’t respond to that as you settled in next to him.

Instead he watched as you pulled up the first Harry Potter movie on your phone. 

“Now I need to warn you, the movies are good, but not as good as the books.” You forced yourself to not get caught up on the way you guys were shoulder to shoulder. You may joke about how he’s a human heater but you weren’t wrong. 

Thunder again. Pietro tensed up again. But he kept trying to play it casual, “Well I guess sometime you’ll need to read me the books then.” His voice was soft. Whether it was because of how close you were or the thunder, nobody will ever know.

“Don’t push it Sonic.”

“Isn’t there a movie for that?”

“We are not watching the Sonic movie.”

He smiled again. It was a genuine smile and you felt your insides melt a little. God he was so pretty.

Stupidhead.

You turned on the movie in attempt to take your focus off of the speedster next to you.

Oh boy did that plan fail. Every 5 second or so he would ask a new question. a few examples consist of, “How did that cat just turn into a lady?” and “Why is there marker on his forehead.” You genuinely could not tell if he was doing it on purpose.

When he wasn’t (and was) asking questions, you could hear him scooping the cereal out of the bowl. Even if it was warm and soggy. At least soggy cereal doesn’t crunch in your ear when someones chewing. That would have driven you insane.

Thunder occasionally boomed and each time you felt Pietro tense up. The movie might have helped a little, but not all the way.

About 1/4 of the way in, when the speedster had set his empty bowl aside, you felt him tense again. You had an idea but you weren’t sure if it was obvious or not.

“Jeez, your room is freezing.” You whispered to him.

Quirrel ran into the great hall screaming “trOoOoOLL in the DUNgeON.”

Pietro looked over at you, “Its not that cold.” he whispered back.

“Well not everyone is a human heater. Here, feel how cold my hands are dingus.” Without waiting for him to react you shoved your hand into his. Oh god if he made a comment about how you were practically holding hands, you might burst into flames from embarrassment.

Before he could say anything, thunder rang throughout the room. Pietro squeezed your hand. Good. You gave his hand a little squeeze in return.

Pietro looked up from the movie on your phone to you, “well maybe i should warm your hands for a bit.” And he didn’t let go.

You two continued the rest of the movie like that, him bombarding you with questions and you being a huge nerd and going into detail about the answers. The storm raged on and you two kept holding hands.

Okay maybe he was your friend.

‘Maybe hes more’ the little voice in your head whispered. You told the voice to shut up.

When the movie got over, it was late and you were ready to call it a night. You loosened your grip on Pietros hand and tried to let go, but he held on tighter.

“Just stay here tonight.” He looked just as tired as you felt. Though, you had never seen him looking this worn out. You supposed the mental strain of the thunderstorm must be exhausting, even for him.

You tried to resist, that stubborn part in the back of your brain giving out one final stand, “Ah there you go again, trying to get me into bed with you.”

Pietro looked at you, “I swear its not like that.” He lied down, so that he was laying on his back. He tugged lightly at you arm, “Besides you are already here.”

You sighed and gave him a soft smile. “If you insist you overcharged battery.”

You lied down next to him, and when he hesitantly tried to put his arms around you, you let him. In fact, you pulled him close too. And you two just held each other.

“I don’t like these storms” Pietro whispered to you.

It hurt to hear him admit it, “I know. And I wish i could understand how it must feel.”

He went on as if you hadn’t said anything, “When I hear the thunder, I am back under that bed in the rubble.” 

You didn’t say anything, and he kept whispering.

“And when I sleep, I dream of losing Wanda too.”

He didn’t go on after that. You two lay in silence. You pondered what he had said.

And after a long while, when you didn’t even know if he was awake, you whispered to him “I wish I could make it stop for you.” so softly that only he could hear.

He didn’t say anything, he just pulled you closer and you both fell asleep.

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The next afternoon, the day was clear, and the setting sun shone through the window and turned your room golden.

That morning you had gotten up earlier than Pietro, and had gone shopping. You felt a little guilty leaving him, but there was literally no food. The bowl of cereal Pietro had eaten last night took the last of the milk and the cereal.

When you saw there was nothing, it was not an exaggeration.

By the time you got back, Steve and Nat had put you guys back on your training schedule, and you were training with Nat. So you hadn’t seen Pietro all day.

Will he go back to being a smug faced bastard? Will it be awkward?

You had to go talk to him. Your nagging brain would never let you live it down if you didn’t.

With aching muscles you rolled out of bed. Like literally rolled. Like fell off the bed and flopped on the floor like a dead fish type rolled. Like you were now tangled in the blankets on the cold floor type rolled.

You should request that Stark gives you a nice rug, or full blown out gets your room carpet. Your bedroom floor was freezing.

With a groan you sat up, still tangled in your bedding. But not talking to him is so much easier.

Yet your stupid brain insisted and you found yourself getting to your feet and ‘cha cha real smooth’ing your way out of your sheets.

The sheets dramatically flopped back onto the cold, unforgiving floor. This is going to go terribly.

Begrudgingly dragging yourself out of your room, you saw Wanda and Vision in the kitchen. Wanda was cooking, and Vision was just watching and chatting with her.

“Y/n, I hear you watched a movie last night and didn’t think to invite me” Wanda turned to you, with an amused look on her face.

You smiled at her, “Well I asked speedy if I should go and get you and he said,” You quickly tried to do your best impression of him, “She’s probably somewhere with that toaster.” You said in a terrible accent. Going back to your normal voice you continued,”So I just assumed it was whatever.”

She smiled at you. Vision looked between the two of you with a baffled expression.

“A toaster?” 

You and Wanda burst out laughing.

“He knows what a toaster looks like-“ Vision started insisting he was not a toaster, and you waved to Wanda as you continued on your quest.

Wanda went back to cooking as Vision started listing all the differences between him and a toaster.

As you came upon Pietro’s door, your light mood abandoned you. Why was communication with him so difficult? You were fine with everyone else. He’s the only one who you feel awkward around.

Raising your hand to knock, you found the door opening before you.

Pietro was sitting criss cross on the bed, staring at you with that stupid smug expression. 

At least he’s back to normal.

“Ah, you couldn’t resist my charm I see.” God he was almost too normal. Last night seemingly didn’t exist to him.

You let out a deep sigh and wandered over to the bed, “Well its rude to start a movie marathon with someone and finish it without them.”

His eyes sparkled, “So you couldn’t resist my charm?”

You looked over at him and you couldnt help but smile, and laugh a little. “Fine, if thats what you want to believe.”

“Now c’mon, do you want to watch the second movie or not?”

“Is it the best?”

“The best one is after the second”

“What makes it the best?”

“Piet we haven’t even started the movie yet.”

“I know, I just like hearing your voice.”

You froze, looked up from where you were navigating to your movie, and looked at Pietro. He gave you his stupid smug grin again.

Two thoughts crossed your mind. The first was that this boy would be the death of you.The second was that you could fall in love with that smile. 

(Plot twist, you did)

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 10

A/N: I can’t believe I’m already on part 10 for this series and to be honest it’s fun to write. And in all seriousness, the tumblr mobile app needs to allow you to put a read more link. But anyways love you all and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Mwah! 🖤🖤🖤

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, some violence, and blood

“Im sorry, did you just say Madripoor?” You blinked at Zemo, dreading the destination ahead of you.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned, looking between you and Zemo.

“Imagine Mos Eisley from Tatooine but without the aliens and blasters.” You tried to make an analogy. “In other words, a shithole. And to be honest, I’d rather be in Mos Eisley.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky explained to Sam.

“It’s kept its lawless ways.” Zemo added before turning to James. “But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You had a feeling Zemo would suggest all of you going in with different identities, and being the only woman in the group, you already had a wild guess you weren’t going to be ecstatic about yours. You looked to Bucky with a frown on your lips. You knew what Zemo had meant towards him, and you didn’t know how it would affect him to transition back into the person he tried so hard to deviate from. Bucky saw the sympathetic smile you gave him, and he returned it with a look that reassured you that he would be fine.

“Y/n.” Zemo now spoke to you, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “I’m sure you are aware of the conditions.”

“Zemo if you...” Bucky trailed off as he glared at him, silently warning him to watch what he says next.

Sam and Bucky kept their eyes on Zemo, waiting to hear what his suggested persona for you was and ready to beat his ass if he dared to suggest something that would be demeaning to you.

“No way in the pits of Tartarus. I am not going in as an escort.” You voiced with a clenched jaw. “And if it’s eye candy you need, you have Sam.”

Sam gave you a surprised look from your comment, flattered to have you recommend him to be the designated eye candy before going back to the topic at hand. “Hell no Zemo. You’re not having y/n pretend to be an escort.”

“I’m afraid Sam is already going as someone.” Zemo sat back with his hands folded in his lap. “And don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on having you go as an escort, it isn’t befitting of a baron like me. Plus, I figured it would be uncomfortable for you, so I was going to suggest you act as my fiancé, if you are willing of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, pondering on the subject. You were a bit relieved in all honesty. But to pretend to be Zemo’s fiancé and be in close and almost physical proximities with him?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to y/n.” Sam uttered to you.

“I’ll do it.” You confirmed.

“Are you sure?” Zemo asked you again, making sure you were comfortable with acting the part.

“I thought Zemo might step out of line with this one, but we don’t want you to do something that will make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I’ve had to do things I wasn’t comfortable with plenty of times in the past.”

Once you had all landed, Zemo decided to stop by a place so that you all may get dressed. You had already packed a dress and a pair of heels with you just in case for situations like these, since this wasn’t the first time you had to dress up for a mission. The dress you wore was a black, burned velvet silk slip-like dress with the velvet print being dark red roses. The dress wasn’t too tight to be constricting of movement and fit perfectly around around your curves. If the situation should arise that you needed to defend yourself, you needed the freedom to be able to move. Going down, the fabric flared slightly at your hips, brushing barely against the floor with your heels on. The skirt was slightly sheer from the bottom of your thighs and down with the floral velvet print, and had a slit going up your right thigh, perfect for kicking and concealing your dagger. The top torso portion of the front of your dress was a spaghetti strap cowl neckline that stopped just above the curve of your breasts, allowing for just a bit of cleavage. Your back was left bare, stopping at your mid back with thin straps that came across in a pattern. Your dress almost had a Grecian/witchy look from the way it draped over your chest and hips. It wasn’t too formal or too scandalous, it was elegant and classy, and showed just the right amount of skin where it wouldn’t be too revealing.

Even though you completely loathed and detested heels of any kinds, your heels were fairly simple, made of black velvet with straps that came across your ankles and toes. You dreaded heaving to wear them but at the same time you’d stick out like a sore thumb if you wore your docs with these. Perhaps you should’ve brought your nicer sandals, but it was too late now. You kept on your mother’s necklace and wore a set of amethyst drop earrings, throwing on a silver cuff bracelet on each wrist. Your hair was let loose to conceal your short sword that you hid on your back underneath your dress, the hilt resting right between your shoulder blades. You prayed that having your hair down would cover the scars and the sword you had on your back. But you were mostly focused about the scars, you failed to mention them to the guys about it since it was something that was hard for you to share. The only makeup you had on was some eyeshadow and mascara to darken your eyes, very little blush, and a lip tint.

The last thing to do was to put on some perfume, so you spritzed on your favorite oil based one that you had from Olympus on your pulse points. The scent was filled with incense-like scents like dragon’s blood, sage, crushed red roses, sandalwood, ghostly white musk, absinthe, almonds, and heady gardenia. It wasn’t as harsh as the common alcohol based ones, this one was more earthy and ancient, and every time you wore it, the scent lingered and heads turned. You gave yourself a once over when you were done, taking in a deep breath before heading out to join the others.

You became nervous as you saw them gathered together, talking amongst themselves as they haven’t noticed you yet. You rarely ever wore dresses these days, especially of the kind you were wearing now which left you feeling bare and exposed even though the dress wasn’t at all much revealing. So as you approached them, you couldn’t help picking at your fingers in anxiety.

The men turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the ground, and when they laid their eyes on you, they couldn’t help but gawk with their mouths parted open, as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. You chewed on the inside of your cheeks as you saw how they stared at you.

“Wow.” Sam was the first to say something. “You look like a million bucks.”

“What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?”

“No, I’ve just never seen you in a dress before.” Sam answered. “You’re always dressed like some hippie/librarian, with your bands shirts, sweaters, plaid pants and jackets.”

“Haha vary funny.”

“Also since when did you have muscles?” Sam noticed as he poked your bare arm. “And since when did you have a tattoo?” He observed the mark you had on your upper right arm, right below your shoulder. It was the mark that was given to you to signify your Olympian status and what you represented. It was about the color that henna left behind after you wiped the paste off your skin, the color of ginger and bronze. The center of your mark was a lightning bolt, which represented a child of Zeus. Below that was your symbol, the torch and the triple moons.

“Since when did you start asking so many questions? But yeah, I’ve always had muscles Sam, I was trained in combat since I was, you could say 9 years old in human years. Also, technically everyone has them, it’s what allows us to move and lift things. And that.” You pointed to your tattoo. “Is my goddess mark, not a tattoo. Every Olympian god has one and they each have their personal symbol that represents them.”

“Wait, so you’ve been trained since you were a kid?” Bucky looked at you to clarify what he heard as they all started to head out.

“Technically, everyone on Olympus starts training that young. Then, when they become of age, a tournament is held to display their skills, following a ceremony after, to celebrate their victory.” You explained as you walked beside them.

The four of you were currently walking on the bridge that led to Madripoor. You could see the city’s skyline out in the distance, the cyberpunk like buildings lighting up the night sky.

“Do you need my coat?” You heard Zemo say beside you, making you look at him.

“Sorry?”

“Do you need my coat?” He repeated himself, referring to how your arms were bare against the cool night. “I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

You stared at him, stunned from the kind gesture as you tried to form words to say. “Oh uh.....I appreciate the gesture, but I’m fine actually. I’m not that cold.” Though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually would’ve liked to try on his coat, because in all honesty it was a damn nice coat.

“We have to fix this.” You heard Sam say with irritation visible in his voice. “I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing.” Zemo mentioned as he pulled out his phone to show Sam. “The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam observed the photo.

“You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam sniffed the air as you did the same.

“Smells rancid.” You scrunched your nose at the smell.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo instructed as a black car pulled up in front of you. “High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.”

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” Sam remarked as he opened the door for the back seat.

“Y/n. A moment please, if you will.” Zemo uttered to you.

You stopped in your tracks, seeing Bucky and Sam stand on either side of the car doors, looking between the two of you and especially Zemo, with caution. You nodded your head at them, signaling you were fine and that they can get seated. And though they sat themselves inside the car, that didn’t stop them from keeping their eyes glued to Zemo to make sure he didn’t pull anything stupid.

“What’s the issue?” You turned to Zemo, giving him your attention.

“Since you will be portraying my fiancé, there’s a certain key element you will be needing to complete the image.” You watched as he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket, displaying it in front of you. “If I may?”

You stared at Zemo blankly before nodding your head and holding out your left hand for him. You knew this was only for a show, but you couldn’t help but stiffen as he delicately held your hand with his gloved one before slipping the ring onto your ring finger.

“There.” Hi smiled softly at you, his hand still holding yours. “Now you look the part.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, leaving behind a trail of warmth as he gazed down at you. Zemo swore he could have gotten lost in the violet swirls and gold flecks of your eyes forever, which now sparkled against Madripoor’s lit up skyline, the neon city and the places he’s visited not even coming close to the beauty he held before him.

You tried not to blush under his gaze as you gave him a polite smile before slipping your hand out of his. “I should probably change my eyes huh.” You remembered, changing your eyes to a normal color known to earth. “Should I hide the scar?” You asked him, referring to the one on your face.

“I think you should leave it. It suits you, and besides, you never know who might recognize you without it.”

Nodding your head at him, you headed to the car and settling in beside Bucky as Zemo followed, getting in the passenger seat in front of you. In the car ride there, you glanced down at the ring Zemo slipped on your finger, it was definitely a beautiful elegant ring, with a rose gold band and a pear cut garnet in the center that had diamonds that accented the bottom. Once you arrived in the city, you walked through the neon lit streets beside Zemo while Sam and Bucky followed behind. You loosened up your body as you went, swaying your hips slightly as you tried your best not to walk like a bodyguard and look threatening as everyone’s eyes followed the four of you strolling through the streets.

“Here we are.” Zemo announced, stopping in front of a bar before speaking to Bucky in Russian. “Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?”

As you went in, Zemo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck and startling you as he spoke in a hushed tone. “I want to apologize in advance, forgive me.”

You looked at him with furrowed brows to question what he meant until you felt his gloved hand slide across your back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. You noticed how his hand fumbled after brushing across your sword as he gave you a questioning look. What was that on your back? Did you really conceal a full on sword on your back underneath your dress? On your way to the bar table you saw people stare as you went through, some of them gawking in surprise at Bucky, or the winter soldier as he was now portraying, while the slimy men in the area roamed their eyes over your body hungrily. Zemo noticed your uneasiness from the way your muscles tensed, though your face didn’t show a sign of it, and glared at the men who dared to lay their eyes on you, only pulling you closer to him to prove that you were with him while Bucky and Sam noticed this as well and positioned themselves where you were blocked from the view of your peers, allowing you to breathe a little better as you approached the bar.

“Hello, gentlemen.” The bartender greeted you all. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed.” Zemo answered for him. “We have business to do with Selby.”

“The usual?”

Sam nodded his head.

“And for the lady?”

“Um Something fruity.” You answered with a flirtatious smile, silently hoping they had something like that on the menu and that you hadn’t blown their cover by ordering the wrong drink.

The bartender handed you what looked to be a pineapple martini and you internally thanked the gods for your sheer bit of luck, taking the drink and thanking the bartender with another smile. You watched as he went to work on Sam’s drink, pulling out of a jar what definitely was a snake. You gulped, your stomach feeling nauseous as you saw the bartender cut open the dead snake, taking out its guts and throwing it in the shot glass. You were mortified to say the least, snakes were one of your symbols and you had owned plenty of the gentle little creatures. You shot Sam a sympathetic look once you saw his expression.

“Cheers.” Zemo held up his glass while Sam stared at his before gathering the courage to drink it all in one go. If Sam wasn’t going to throw up, you were going to do it for him.

While your eyes were trained on Sam’s expression, you felt someone breathe over your neck before feeling a clammy hand graze across your ass.

“Hey baby-“

Your eyes widened before you grabbed the wrist of the man behind you in one quick motion, twisting his arm to an unnatural position as you yanked it away from your body, causing the sleazy looking individual let out a yelp of pain. You would’ve crushed his wrist like crumpled paper if Zemo hadn’t put a cautionary hand on your arm as he whispered to you. “Careful now.”

You let go of the man’s wrist before shoving him aside like a pile of garbage. If their identity wasn’t at risk of being revealed, Zemo, Sam, and Bucky would have gone over there and beat the guy up after you were done with him.

“I got word from high. You ain’t welcome here.” You watched from behind Zemo as a bearded man approached him.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo gestured towards Bucky.

“New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.”

The man glanced between Zemo and Bucky before leaving.

“A power broker? Really?” Sam turned to Zemo.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Another man was approaching in your direction, most likely to kick you all out or worse, and after following your gaze, Zemo turned to Bucky, speaking to him in Russian just as the man laid a hand on his shoulder. “Winter Soldier. Attack.”

You stood back, watching as Bucky grabbed the dude’s arm and twisted it back. You refrained yourself from intervening as Bucky took down the men that fought against him.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo commented to you and Sam.

Bucky slammed one of the men down on the counter. And as you heard the clicking of guns being loaded, your defensive mode nearly kicked in as you almost reached for your sword before Zemo stopped you.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispered to you both before turning to Bucky and speaking in Russian again. “Well done soldier.”

You let your arm drop back down to your side, not a single change in your expression as you eyed everyone around you.

“Selby will see you now.” The bartender spoke up after getting off the phone.

Zemo gave him a thanks, nodding you over and holding out his hand for you to take as you went to his side again, Bucky and Sam following after you. You went through a back door, going down a dark corridor with Zemo’s hand on your back as he guided you through.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” You heard a woman’s voice speak, turning your head to see an older woman in a suit with short white hair lounging back on the coach with her security around her.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sat down on the couch before waving you over when he saw you standing near Sam. “Come sit schatzi.”

You straightened up, plastering a smile on your face as you went over to him. Selby’s eyes followed you curiously as you placed your hand in his, your eyes rapidly moving in nervousness for what area would be the most appropriate area to sit. Were you......were you supposed to sit on his lap? Is that how couples work? No, that would be inappropriate. Before things got awkward, you quickly plopped down on the empty spot next to him, crossing over your leg in a way so that it draped over his, leaving your thigh completely exposed from the slit in your dress, save for the dagger that still remained hidden. Sam and Bucky widened their eyes at what you just did, while Zemo stiffened at this sudden movement from you as you also draped one arm around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him. Were you even doing this right?

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Selby observed the two of you before her eyes landed on your ring. “Who’s this pretty little thing?”

“This.” Zemo looked at you with a loving look, throwing an arm around your waist to draw circles on your bare back, while his other hand rested on your thigh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. “Is my fiancé. Gorgeous isn’t she?”

How long has it been since you were this close and personal to someone? The last you could remember, women still wore corsets and people still rode carriages. You felt your body heat up from being this close to him, and from the way he stroked your back. How was a mortal man able to leave you feeling like this? If he was able to send shivers down your spine with the mere touch on your back with his gloved hand, you wondered how it would feel to have his bare hands on you, just skin to skin. And if you were being honest, you never really were a fan of cologne but his smelled of a deeper earthy tones with hints of musk, and you were surprised and almost ashamed to say you liked how he smelled. You returned the same loving look to Zemo, trying to make it as believable as possible as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head before placing a kiss on his jaw close to his ear. Sam and Bucky couldn’t believe their eyes at the scene before them, the same you who preferred to be a hermit and didn’t go on dates because it involved human interaction, was cuddling up to none other than Helmut Zemo himself. Zemo’s breath faltered a bit from from your touch as he swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling not to break character. Being this close to you, he was able to get a whiff of your perfume and my goodness, Zemo felt as if he could drown in your scent, you smelled like the heavens, not overbearingly sweet, but dark and luxurious and even seductive. Is this what vampires and sirens smelled like when they lured people to their deaths? You raised a brow at Zemo, your heightened senses were picking up on his breathing patterns and heartbeat. Was he getting nervous?

“Extremely.” Selby commented, smirking at the two of you before roaming her eyes over your body. You could feel her taking you in but you kept your eyes trained on the side of Zemo’s face. “Where did you pick this one up? She looks like a fighter.”

“As they say, why not get a woman who can do both. She was part of the Sokovian armed forces, I met her through there.”

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?” Selby added after finally taking her eyes off you.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby turned to Sam with a flirtatious grin, using her hand in a claw like manner as she let out a purr. “What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” Zemo got up off the couch, going over to Bucky and holding his chin between his fingers. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?”

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me. But.....” She turned you with a sly smile which made your insides turn. “Throw her in with the package and you have yourself a deal.”

Zemo, Sam, and Bucky turned to look at you with dread upon hearing her words. This wasn’t at all part of the plan.

“No, no no. That wasn’t the deal.” Zemo stepped over to where you sat, blocking you from her. “She’s not for sale.”

“Why not?” Selby raised her brow at Zemo. “I’m pretty sure a man like you could pick up someone else to be your plaything or fiancé or whatever. I like this one in particular.” She turned to you again.

“That’s not-“ Zemo started before he was cut off by Sam’s cellphone vibrating.

You breath was caught in your throat and it felt as if the room had dropped in temperature. You could feel the tension floating around the air as everyone’s eyes were trained on Sam now, making you sit up straight and uncross your legs so that they were planted firmly on the ground. Your hand rested on your thigh just above where the hilt of your dagger was as your eyes darted around the room, watching each and every person like a hawk about to swoop down on its prey. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

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[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

You’re Not a Monster

Dean x Reader

a/n: I’m putting an authors note here because I don’t know how to tag the reader. She’s a werewolf shapeshifter. She shifts into a wolf like in all of my A/B/O fictions I’ve written. Basically it’s Twilight shit that I write my werewolves. XD Don’t mind me.

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Warnings: STRONG ANGST, Language, SPN level gore and blood, scary situations, Fluff end to the rescue.

Summary: Dean discovers something different with the reader and it changes their relationship. Is there anything worth saving after Dean learns the truth.

Word Count: 2,609

Square: Quote A (“How about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?”) @supernatural-jackles​. SPN Tell me a Story Bingo.

a/n#2: This is not part of the Finding Him storyline.

a/n #3: My dumb ass forgot to credit the creator of this gif, I space out and forget, I’m not dumb...but credit for the gif goes to @supernaturalfreewill​

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“Shit.” She muttered, as she morphed back into her human form to find a very furious looking Dean looking back at her.

They were on a wendigo hunt, when a wendigo almost had a upper hand on Dean, she had morphed into her white wolf form to get out of a tight situation with another wendigo.

Wendigos, though fearless of their prey. But when they are the prey, it’s a whole other ballgame. They began to back off of the hunters. But Dean fired off two flare guns to kill the two wendigos before they got away.

“Dean, I can explain.”

He grabs his colt, loaded with silver bullets. Aiming it at her.

“Dean.” She begged.

“We talked about everything.” He shouted. “Whatever happened to that? When were you gonna tell me about this?”

“Well, how about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?” she suggested with a shaky voice.

“Talk, now.” He demanded. Ignoring her suggestion. Keeping his gun up and pointed at her.

“Well, my mom was human, and my dad was a werewolf. I don’t know what else to really say.”

“You fucking morphed into a giant ass wolf!”

“I’m not that big honestly.”

“Y/N!”

“Half Breads like me are smaller than the pure breeds. And a certain gene causes the morphing. Most werewolves don’t morph, you just see the fangs and the claws. My kind morph.”

“Now answer the second question.”

She swallowed thickly. Still nervous and scared of the man she’s trusted and loved for years.

“I was never going to mention it to you because I was scared of this. I’m still scared of you finding out somehow some way, and killing me in my sleep.”

For the first time in the night, she saw her flash across the older Winchester’s face.

Faint foot falls can be heard, Sam entered the cave room where they stood. Sam seeing Dean aiming a gun at Y/N.

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam shouted at the scene.

“She’s a monster, Sam. And she’s lied to us, all this time, she’s lied to us!” he shouted.

“That’s not true, Y/N, tell him.”

“What can I tell him?”

“Dean, do you count how many times she’s had our backs?” Sam asked. “There was that werewolf case in Minnesota when the pack leader cut you up pretty badly. She murdered that son of a bitch and saved your ass. And then there was that witch in Mississippi, the witch turned you into wolf, we couldn’t move you around the city like a normal dog because people knew a wolf from a husky. She managed to find the counter spell, turn you back to human. Then there was that ---”

“I get it Sam, but she could have told me she was part fucking wolf!”

“She had all that time still, all that time to kill us and she didn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter Sammy.” He says, lowering his gun looking at her with disgust. “I can’t trust her.” He says to her.

“Dean please!” she begged tearfully.

“Don’t.” he snapped.

She snapped her jaw shut and she just let her tears fall freely.

“Find your own way back to the bunker, I expect you to be out before morning.”

They stood in the cave room in dead silence despite Y/N’s sniffles from her tears.

“Don’t ever come back.” He warns.

He holsters his gun, and turns to walk out of the cave. Sam couldn’t say anything to Y/N to make her feel better before she silently walked out not far behind his brother.

 One year turned into three, the Winchester’s and Y/N stayed apart but still kept up on hunting. That is until one hunt brought them together again.

It started with hearts being ripped out of college students in the Navajo desert.

Y/N was the first to investigate, one of the students place of death was just outside of an old reservation, a cave dwelling in northern Arizona.

Odd, I smell wolf, but I smell something else. She thought.

She heard a screech from a monster inside the cave dwelling.

Not wolf, wendigo. She panicked. Realizing she was unprepared.

The wendigo showed itself to her, being three times her size, head nearly reaching the caves ceiling.

“Oh, your one of the first wendigos…” she says to herself. Thinking out loud.

It let out another ear shattering screech. Y/N covered her ears desperately to save her hearing. But the wendigo drew its hand back, landing a hard swing of it’s claws. Knocking her across the cave dwelling, hitting the wall hard. Hearing a loud crack, she landed hard on the ground. She felt something warm and sticky ooze out of the back of her head.

She saw the wendigo crawl towards her before her world turned black.

 Weeks later, more bodies turn up, picking up the attention of the Winchester’s.

“If this is werewolves, why was the most recent death out in the desert?” Dean asked.

“Maybe their hold up in the old caves the Navajo natives stayed in? I don’t know Dean, but it was a little over two weeks ago. And their saying a person went missing last week, they were probably looking into the same thing we are.”

“Well, let’s go gank this son of a bitch, stop the bodies from dropping out here.”

With that, they loaded up the Impala for the 50 mile trek to the Navajo Cave Dwellings.

 “This looks so cool; I wonder how the Natives lived in these things.” Sam says fully mesmerized.

“Alright nerd, focus.”

Sam just rolls his eyes. As they searched higher along the cave dwellings.

“Oh my god no,” Sam breaths. His heart dropping to his stomach.

“What?” Dean asked, not far behind from Sam.

When Sam took off running, he managed to catch a good glimpse at what he was running to. More like who he was running to.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted.

Dean took off at his heel running to her side.

“Her wounds are weeks old; she may not make it Dean.”

“Don’t talk like that, she’ll make it.”

“Y/N, baby, can you hear me?” Dean asked, trying to cup her head, his fingers dragging across dried blood. Pulling away, Sam seeing the dried chips of blood on his hand.

“Can wolves like her heal?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, I never looked into it.”

“Dean, what if she’s gonna die?”

“Sammy, listen to her heart, listen to her breathing, she’s still here with week old wounds. If she didn’t die yet, she’s not gonna.”

Sam began to investigate her wounds further. Seeing the infected gash on her stomach and chest.

“She’s running a bit of a fever Sammy; we need to get her out of here.” Dean says, after running a hand on her forehead.

“Dean, these are Wendigo wounds.” Sam says, pulling up her shirt. Causing the injured girl to groan.

“Easy, Y/N, you’re safe, we got you.” Dean soothed.

“Dean,” she groans. She seemed like she was awake, but her eyes weren’t opening.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s me. You’re okay.”

“Wendigo,” she whispers.

“I know baby, we know it’s a wendigo now.”

“Giant…Wendigo…” she mutters before her body goes limp in his arms.

“Giant wendigo?” Sam asked.

“Could be a hallucination?” Dean questioned.

There was a distant screech in the dwellings.

Sam looked on within the dwellings, and he caught first glimpses of the Wendigo.

“Um, Dean, we might have to abort this one.”

“Why---oh fucking shit.” Dean says following Sam’s gaze seeing the size of the Wendigo crawling out of the Dwellings.

“Sam, that death that was out here, was it even a werewolf?” Dean asked.

“Nope, they ranked it up to animal attack.”

“Then lets get Y/N, and lets get the hell out of here.” Dean says, scooping Y/N up with little to no effort. “Fuck this, lets get!” Dean shouts.

The Wendigo lets out a ear shattering screech. The boys didn’t stop, they hurried as fast as they could out of the cave.

A hand of the wendigo crashed near them, the impact causing them to fly out. Sam flying off left, rolling, and hitting a wall. Dean lost his footing, rolling down the walkway, loosing Y/N from his hold, his back hitting the wall of the pathway. And Y/N stopped halfway on the path.

The roll had dazed Dean a bit, before he noticed the Wendigo was moving to land his hand down to crush Y/N.

“Y/N! NO!” Dean shouted helplessly.

At the sound of Dean’s voice was enough for Y/N to find a small ounce of energy to wake and morph.

Her wolf form let out whine at the pain from the infected wounds. She stumbled to get her footing to jump towards Dean. The wendigo missing her just mere inches.

But the effort proved to be too much for her to handle. She collapsed onto Dean’s lap with a whine and huff. The wolf totally unconscious again.

Sam was first up rushing to his brother.

“Dean, we can’t fight this, it’s too big. And Y/N could be dying from those infections. Let’s get.”

“Help me carry her, she morphed.”

“I’ll grab her tail end; you grab her head.”

They did as planned, and they rushed back to the Impala. Laying the wolf in the back seat. Dean hurries to the driver seat, Sam already in the passenger seat. Dean turned the key in the ignition, roaring the engine to life. He puts it into gear, and he peels out of the canyon where the Cave Dwellings sat, driving full speed to the motel.

 Eventually she morphed back to her human form in her unconscious state as she laid healing in the older Winchester’s bed.

Dean was not letting up; he was going on two nights of no sleeps. He had not moved from his spot by her bedside.

“Dean.” Sam says entering his room.

“I’m not hungry Sammy.”

“Dean, you know when she wakes up and when she finds out you doing this to yourself she’s gonna kick your ass, you know that right.”

“Let her.”

“Dean.” Sam says with a sigh.

“I was so angry with her for her not telling me everything. But she did have a point, “hey guys I’m part monster, don’t kill me.””

Sam stayed silent. Letting Dean just talk it out.

“She would have a reaction to silver, I never looked into, I never asked her. And I pointed a gun at her. I was literally two seconds away from killing the one girl I loved. When there was nothing wrong with her.”

“Dean, your trust with her was broken. You took the time away to reflect, and you saw neither one of you were in the wrong.”

“I overreacted.” Dean says, rubbing his eyes to push the sleep away.

“You did, and there’s nothing wrong with it. She’s the most understanding girl I think, I’ve ever met. I’m sure she’ll forgive you Dean.”

“You remember that witch case?” Dean asked.

“The one where you were changed into a wolf?”

Dean nodded. “Remember you asked why a wolf?”

Sam nodded.

“It’s because of her. Somehow, some part of me knew she was a wolf. She’s my soulmate.”

“Your soulmate? So, changing what spell did that witch use on you anyway?”

“She kept saying something about me walking around this world lost and alone. She said the spell would turn me into the spirit of my soulmate.”

“Wolf, because she’s part wolf.”

Dean nods.

She stirs with a groan pulling the boys attention away from their story to her.

“Sam, did you ever look into her healing process, is it different to us?”

“It is, she heals faster. But her wounds were infected. I gave her, her a shot to help her body fight the infection. Her color is coming back, she’s looking better.”

“She does.” Dean agrees, letting out a yawn.

“Dude, get some sleep.”

“I’m fine Sammy.”

Sam rolls his eyes as he exited his brother’s room.

 She woke up to the familiar scent of the Winchester’s, but the scent of one of the brothers was stronger than the other.

Dean.

She woke up in his room. Feeling a weight on her hip, she sits up slightly seeing him use her hip as a pillow. And he was sound asleep.

His arms looked as if they were trying to hold her as best as he could from where he sat.

She tried to sit up more, but a sharp pain stopped her. She winces.

“You might want to stay in bed, you were banged up pretty bad.” She heard Sam say in Dean’s dark room.

“Wait, what? How?” she asked, trying to understand. Remember.

“We were hunting werewolves, when one death of a victim took us to where you were.”

“Did you guys?”

“Oh, hell no. That fucker was way too big. I don’t think one flare would kill it.”

“You didn’t try?” she asked.

“No, we were more worried about you. You were in pretty rough shape.”

Dean stirred, snuggling closer to her, rubbing his head into her hip.

She ran her hand through his short strands of his hair.

“He was really worried about you, believe it or not.”

“I could feel it.”

“I guess that’s the soulmate thing.”

“What?”

“You remember that witch case, when Dean was a wolf?”

She nods.

“The spell used; Dean says the witch used a spell to turn him into the spirit of his soulmate. And he turned into a wolf.”

“That’s a thing?”

“I guess.” Sam shrugs.

In his sleep, Dean let out a big yawn. Almost pulling him out of his deep slumber.

“Dean.” She says.

“hmm.” He says sleepily, not opening his eyes.

“Come to bed.”

With his eyes still closed, he works at pulling off his boots, taking off his flannel, shirt, and pants. Leaving his boxer briefs on. He pulls the covers off of her, and snuggles in close to her, wrapping an arm around her middle. And snuggling his head into the crook of her neck.

“At least he’s a sleep.”

“I know, like I said, I felt it. I could feel that he was going to wake up sore if he was gonna stay like that.”

“You two make thee most cutest couple, I’m just admitting that right now.”

“Did I just hear Sam Winchester refer to us as cute?” she smirked playfully.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just good seeing him happy again.”

“I know, I—”

“I know you could feel it, I’m heading to bed now darlin’, good night.”

“Night Sammy.” She yawned, letting the older Winchester snuggle more into her. “Night Dean, I love you.”

She woke up feeling a hand play with her hair, petting through her long strands atop her head.

She hums, snuggling into the hand. Hearing him chuckle. And felt warm plump limps kiss her forehead briefly.

She opens her eyes to a pair of beautiful green ones. “Hi.” She says softly.

“Hi, sleep good?” Dean asked.

“Better than I had in years.”

“I bet,” he says, giving her another peck on her head. “I called Garth, I’m having him get your things and we’re moving you back in with us.”

“I take it I’m welcome back?” she asked carefully.

“You are welcome back, soulmate.” He says snuggling back into her making her giggle.

“Are all caught up now?”

“I think we are.” Dean admits. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Never again, no more secrets, no more mistrust. Never leave me again.”

“I don’t plan on it Winchester.”

Their lips crash into one another in a passionate, much needed kiss.

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: PRT TWO

Erik talking real nasty and fucking the reader and she can’t take it.

Whew. This was some nasty shit. I’m over here with a wet pussy just writing this shit 💦💦💦

I like my Erik’s freaky so this nigga is overly freaky. Read read read ! It will make you just as wet I promise ☺️

“Slow down, lil mama. Damn, calm down, baby,” Erik laughs at the way you shimmy out of your panties. You were seated on his bed, skirt hiked further up around your waist because he instructed for you to keep it on. Your legs opened wide, pussy glistening and pulled apart like angel wings.

“Where all this confidence coming from?” He teased you, standing between your legs.

“I don’t know, just touch me,” you beg.

“Ain’t no fucking I don’t know when you with me. I don’t respond to that shit tell me straight up why you opening up and showing me that soaking wet pussy.”

Whimpering, you respond to his demand, “it’s cuz I want you to touch and lick and what ever else to me down there.”

“You gonna let me take this dick out? My shit pressing to hard in these jeans I gotta let the monster free.” He chuckles. His ego was something else. He started undressing, hoodie first then his dark wash jeans and briefs. The minute his fat dick bobbed out you slowly close your legs. That was not going to fit and if it DID fit in you how were you supposed to leave here with mobility in your lower limbs and back?

“That’s grown man dick, Princess. This the dick that I plan on making you bounce on.”

Down on his knees, he grabs your wobbling ankles, pulling you closer towards him. He pushes your thighs back so far that the heels of your bare feet rested on the mattress.

“Lil ass flexible.” He takes your pussy lips, pulling them apart. Out of no where he spits on your clit, rubbing it in with the clear viscous liquid that seeped from your tight opening. All that fluid dropped down the crack of your ass while his warm breath tickled your pussy.

“You letting me eat this pussy?”

“Yes.”

His mouth went to work. You looked down the valley of your body, watching the way your vulva puffed up from how horny you were, stiff clit moving up, down, back, and forth from the torture of his expert tongue. You briefly wondered how many women he made cum with that tongue. You were only 23 and you had this older man lick and suck on your pussy like he was proving to you that this is what he had to offer if you decided to fuck with him.

“Damn, just leaking on my fucking tongue.”

Every inch of you was on fire. His dirty talk mixed with his tongue game had you crying.

“You ready for me to open this little shit up?”

He already knew you wanted him to, he had his fingers at your entrance, three to be exact. You couldn’t even fit three of your own fingers in you so how the hell was this nigga gonna accomplish that.

“Three?!” You spoke in an alarmed tone.

“Easy, you need to relax. That’s the only way three gon’ fit.”

“How?!” You panick. He was gonna rip your shit wide open.

“By keeping these legs open and letting me do what I gotta do, lil mama. Stop asking fucking questions.” He barked out with finality. You gave in, keeping your legs wide while your breathing steadied. Erik sucks on his fingers, bringing them down to your quivering hole before pushing inside with a curl of his digits. You arch up from the bed, mouth wide and an expression on your face that had to be an ugly one because you didn’t have time to prepare yourself. He didn’t even let you breathe.

“Fffuckkkkkkk.” You speak through clenched teeth.

“Fuck ain’t even the word,” he pulls his fat fucking fingers back, “you a creamer I see. Creaming on my fingers you nasty lil bitch.”

Your hips jumped the moment he put his fingers back inside of you. You tilted your head back, breast bouncing, nipples hard, thighs quaking, this shit was ridiculous.

“Bad lil pussy,” he slaps your vulva, making it sting. All you could hear were splashing sounds like a whole Pacific ocean lived in your pussy.

“You got real fat on me down here, fat lil kitty,” he pinched your clit before flicking it rapidly with his thumb while his other fingers were stroking you. Your eyes were low, mouth parted and your pussy sounding like a damn splash park from the way his fingers stirred against your walls. He was really reaching in there. All he was gonna find was more cream and possibly a squirt or two if he kept it up.

“If you keep doing that I’m cumming on you hard,” you whisper to him.

“And ima suck all that shit up, ma.”

You clawed the bed, toes curling and moans so loud you had him smiling.

“You adorable bitch.” Your pussy lips jerked in time with his thrusting. You were really leaking on this man’s fingers. It was like he had a whole hand full of your cream. Shit was delicious.

“Keep doing that!!” You begged with pleading eyes, “keep doing that! Keep going pleaseeeeeeee!!!”

Taking in a sharp breath you fall back against the bed, bearing down from the immense pressure before a stream of liquid left your pussy and coated his arm and chest. He placed his lips on you, sucking as he continued to finger you.

“Dammit! I’m cumming again!!!” You fist his fro, body shaking while he allowed you to release in his mouth.

“OhmyyyGodddd!!!” You scream out.

“There you go, good girllllll,” he kisses your pussy.

“I’m fucking the shit outta you. Got my dick hard.” He stood up taking a condom from his wallet. You watch as he rolled on the magnum, the condom fitting him perfectly. His heavy sack jerked from the need to cum and his dick with that fat head had you drooling.

“Open the fuck up,” he demands. You open your legs, watching his beautiful body crawl on top of you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of this man’s body. He has that grown man body and damn it wasn’t fair how fine he is. Muscles everywhere. Taking his dick, he grabs your ass with on hand, anchoring you for better access to that pussy.

“I’m tryna be deep in you,” He whispers in your ear while his fat head rubbed your wet pussy.

“Fuck, Y/N...shit...damn, this is some good pussy and I ain’t even in there yet.” He pushes his head in, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, you sure you ready for me, lil mama? I’m tryna get up in there,” he pushed further and you were ready to beat his damn back.

“Does it hurt?” He asks while still deep in you.

“No it’s-its just...oh my God it’s so big I can’t even move.” You tried to stay still and adjust.

“It’s cool, ill go slow for you.”

He pulled out, then back in, matching the same rhythm. You could feel all those veins and how wide his dick was.

“I wish I knew this pussy was this deep before hand...damn, lil mama, didn’t even warn me your shit was like this.”

You felt him hitting your walls at every angle. He held you in place, more than prepared to fuck the shit outta you since you reacted to his dick the way he wanted.

“You grabbing the fuck outta me girl, shit!” He groaned in your ear, “ain’t no way I’m fucking you just this once this pussy got me hooked.”

You looked down at the connection, eyes glossy as you watched his cream coated dick move inside you with ease.

“I’m about to fuck the shit outta you. It is what it is, ma, you fucked me up just now.”

His strokes became more intense, the bed rocking and your walls more sensitive the faster he went. You sat up on your elbows but Erik knocked you back down his hips pistoning you like he was trying to pull your cum from you. His heavy erection was stretching you the fuck out.

“Damn, I’m so open,” you whisper between moans.

“I told you, didn’t I? I told you all this mature dick would have this lil pussy open and willing.”

He was so damn nasty and his stroke game matched his words. He didn’t even have to do anything to make you open your legs for him.

“Daddy, make me cum,” you whisper to him, watching as he sucked on your nipples and played with your clit. He had a dip in his pelvis that gave you deep pressured strokes, plunging into you something wild. It felt so unreal to you that you had to look at his dick with confusion. You were bewildered at how much of that big fucking dick beat your pussy up.

“Tight, baby girl,” he whispers in your ear, “Y/N this pussy is gripping the fuck outta me, don’t make no damn sense.”

“You’re so nasty,” you whisper to him, leaning up on your elbows to kiss his lips. He grabs the back of your neck, kissing you with much needed force. It was sloppy, wet, and really intimate if you were being honest.

“This ain’t nothing, ma, I can get even nastier.”

He pulls out, flipping you over on your belly.

“Come to the edge of the bed and stick that thick ass in the air.”

You arch, feet hanging over the edge and ass pointed straight up. Clearly, that wasn’t good enough for him because his large hands were applying pressure to your spine, bending you so deep that you felt as if you were sinking into the mattress. Condom covered dick still lubricated, he slipped inside but your body wasn’t used to the change so you jerked forward.

“Your pussy...”

Erik glared at the back of your head from how good your shit was. The shit was hitting different. You were so far gone and detached from your soul that your body lay limp against the bed, back breaking sex working your pussy up so much that you leaked on him without even realizing.

“That’s my lil baby. You know this pussy mines, right?”

You simply nod your head, clutching the sheets with your hand. Erik grabs your waist, pushing in further since you were inching away from his big dick.

“Bite the sheets, lil mama,” he laughs while fucking you hard, “I mean, you can scream too don’t matter to me.”

“Fuck, I’m fucking your sheets up, Erik. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry girl, I don’t give a fuck about these sheets.”

You were sweating, hair sticking to your forehead and dripping sweat from your breasts. His hands slid up your back with ease from the sweat as well.

“You can cum some more on Daddy’s dick. I’m breaking this shit down.”

Your pussy muscles clenched him tightly, his dick swelling within you.

“Damn...fuck, Y/N... oh my God I’m about to nut all in my pussy.”

He referred to your pussy as his pussy.

“Don’t let none of them young niggas fuck this pussy, you hear me?”

“Yessss,” you cry out, tears in your eyes.

“Whenever you craving some dick come to Daddy.” He slaps your ass cheeks, making them swell up with pain.

“Oh my God!!!!” You throw your head back, loud screams filling the room. His laughter could be heard through it all, his dick going 100 miles per hour in your pussy.

“I’m about to make a big ass mess in this pussy!”

For a split second, you wished that he was condom free and cumming deep inside of you. Next time, maybe he could, after all you were on birth control. You definitely weren’t gonna let any other nigga step your way in a long time. You didn’t know what this meant for you and Erik in the future but for now he was offering you a chance to fuck and suck his Big Daddy Dick and you were more than willing to take him up on that offer.

“AHHHH FUCKK!” He shouts, voice deep and large hands palming your ass so tight. You whince in pain from how tight he gripped your ass but that all ended once you felt his dick rippling inside of you. You gasp with arousal, disappointed a little inside that he was still wearing a condom. He was most definitely going to cum inside of you next time.

“Fuck, you’re cumming so much,” you say as he slips from you, stumbling backwards while removing the condom. Erik ties it into a knot before tossing it within his trash can. His body was glistening with sweat, dick still hard eyes intense.

“This is most definitely not the last time I fuck you,” Erik breathes out deeply, hands rubbing down his sweaty chest, “best pussy I had in a long time.”

You blush at his compliment, sitting up on his bed, knees to your chest and eyes staring down at your toes.

“You wanna fuck me on the regular, right?”

Your eyes meet his, nodding your head.

“Use your mouth, lil mama,” He says casually.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Erik takes a seat next to you, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap.

“Cuz I need that shit again. Probably in a few minutes. I wanted to rip that fucking condom off so bad and feel you all the way but we gotta be careful,” he strokes your thigh with his finger tips. You couldn’t believe you actually wanted him to take it off. The first time getting dick from this nigga and you wanted it raw.

You could feel his left hand squeeze your left breasts. It made you close your eyes, pushing your chest out for him to feel it up more. All he did was make you horny again and ready to take some more dick. How would he fuck you this time? You hoped he would make you bounce on it like he said he would. You bit your lip in excitement.

“You ready for round two?”

“Yeah, I’m ready, Daddy.”

“Look at you, I turned you into a slut for this dick.” Erik makes you straddle him, both of his hands palming your ass while he smiles up at you.

“You are so fucking fine. Pass me another condom.”

You reach over to his table, grabbing up another one. You watch as he puts it on again, his hand now between your thighs rubbing your clit and fingering you.

“Mhm, come on miss pretty pussy drip on my fingers.” His seductive whisper had you spreading your legs and moaning softly within his ear. This was going to be a long and nasty night.

You hoped your friend got the hint and decided to leave without you. Erik planned on taking real good care of you.

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[mystfanartgal]

Welcome to my Imagination World Blog [Read first before you visit and then ask a question]

You woke up in a little dark area it was hard to see anything but you felt ..something soft?.. like you were laying on something but you got up anyways to try to look around carefully in the dark and you felt something on your hand ...a string...? You pull the string to light the room you were in but you look around this random room but then you realize you see a comfy couch probably you were laying on it?, a bookshelf full of books and games on the shelf, a small long table with drinks, snacks, and a desk along with a computer with a sticky note that says "If you reading this note Welcome you enter to my blog I know you just woke up to my comfy guess room area but worry not there is a door right behind you but unfortunately, it super locked because while you enter a room it will automatically close and if you came here by mistake without thinking just simply say to the door in a calm voice 'Please open the door I didn't mean to come here'. If the door doesn't open I'm sorry to say this you came here for a reason to probably to check out of my blog in curiosity or whats caught your eye to hope you enjoy your stay". But before you took the sticky note out on the computer screen but you hear a sound in the computer camera light-up red it's like it starts to record something but then you see a figure on the computer screen.

???: test test *the camera turn on then you see a person trying to fix the camera in a closer view* hello? do you hear my voice?

you see a girl with long brown hair in a ponytail, wearing sunglasses, and a black sweater

???: ah good it's working but this camera view is a little close?

???: hmm let see *she checks her phone again to fix the right angle camera control*

???: hehe okay oops too far from this view angle

???: hehe *smile*

???: oh well this is good enough of the camera view

[HeavenlyImagination: Well let me introduce myself my name is HeavenlyImagination but call me HeavenlyGal for short if you like or you prefer a different nickname to call me (don't you try to give me a weird nickname) go right ahead.

[HeavenlyImagination]: Okay so this blog is a second account to the post of whatever in here of fandoms I'm into if it is from anime I watch & games I play or other stuff as well

[HeavenlyImagination]: *ahem* anyways as for my main account is for my art blog also yes I'm an artist but at moment I haven't posted anything there lately because of art block & I'll post my art in the summer if you like to check it out of my main account be my guess [LINK HERE].

[HeavenlyImagination]: oh before I forget if your curious here a list of what games I play

she shows you a picture screenshot of a list of apps games on her phone

[HeavenlyImagination]:  so here my app games list I play on my phone I'm really into and also yes I do play other games I sometimes play it on my PlayStation 4 & my switch so yeah anyways let get this started.

[HeavenlyImagination]: So my first list is Touken Ranbu Pocket the Japanese version of this app called QooApp when I discover this Qooapp I think in my high school? Well, I didn't haven't the chance to play the whole thing yet either I only pick the starter sword is Kashuu Kiyomitsu he is my favorite sword sure the rest of the starter swords and other swords bois are the best and the most favorites and I think will try to play it the Japanese version if I get a chance to understand this game whatever I'm doing but I did check touken ranbu fandom wiki has a guide of people how to play the game on my phone. Oh also, I heard there is an English version YES I played it on my computer or my phone I'm level 20, plus leveling up my swords bois I have to be strong when they are in battle. also, I did saw the anime seasons one & two but I do remember they're going to be touken ranbu season 3? ugh man I love touken ranbu so damn much I'm a big fan.

[HeavenlyImagination]: Oh, also I do have a full teir maker lists of my favorite touken ranbu swords and other characters as well if you were wondering who is my favorite characters the most so here you go.

[HeavenlyImagination]: My Second list is Twisted Wonderland Okay, soo when I discover twst from Twitter and Tumblr on an ad or a tweet/post with beautiful fan art or a screenshot it was super random to see from that game even though I haven't a clue what going on in my timeline on the internet and why twst was so popular. And from what I understand Is part of Disney in japan & Aniplex its a villain's world with beautiful hot boys in a boy's school but you might see a very familiar seven Disney villains while playing in the game stories. Yes it got me hook when I download it from last year on June 1st, yes I know it's Japanese version as well but I love playing it so damn much sure can't understand the language but worry not I found someone who translates of twisted wonderland game while playing it to understand of what's going in the game story and leveling up your twst boys in the lessons and battles anyways here the link who they are the translators are [AmiYoshiko]/[OtomeAyui]/[Shel_BB] they are super amazing people check them out and here is my favorite twst boy's list.

[HeavenlyImagination]: My Second list is Obey me! BOI when I download this game on June 1st, 2020 (the same day I download twst) it was very close to Lucifer's Birthday but Oh man this game of obey me! with demons world hmmm I understand people love this game hehe.*Ahem* this too was super random in my timeline as well at Twitter/Tumblr on ad + fanart kinda caught my eye with a confusing face I was making soo this app game is a romance simulation and RPG card mobile game is a series of tasks and to choose how you wish to enjoy your life at Devildom even I thought the part of the task has an ALOT of stories I thought there were 30 stories but then I saw Obey me Twitter keep updating more stories to 50s main stories long or more but right now I'm in chapter 30 I'm sorta behind of the game story chapters but my god leveling up your favorite boys in the dancing battle to the normal and hard mode are super challenging. sooo here is my favorite characters list of obey me demons + angels boys.

[HeavenlyImagination]: My Third list is the Fate/GO app game but I did watch first is Fate/Grand Order & the servent in the anime are very interesting I know there a lot more fate series anime I wish to watch but I only did watch it Fate Grand Order & Fate/Apocrypha that all to understand it to watch but as for the rest of fate series is kinda meh, to be honest. I don't remember when I download the fate/go app game and yeah I play it in the past but I stop in chapter 3 I think but pretty much didn't play much anymore I only did to the login of what new their + new servant even though I didn't get any new servent in the gotcha thing whatever it called to get the new servants.

[HeavenlyImagination]: My Fourth list is the Genshin Impact is a very super POPULAR game of people who LOVE playing this game and the stories oh so good I'm trying my very best to understand the stories while playing the game by leveling up to fight the enemy by leveling up even though I'm so new at it. So when I started download genshin impact last year on Nov 29 when I discover its free download on PlayStation 4 & play store so you could say I play it for a little because I need time to play it slowly reason why well I haven't played it on my PlayStation 4 for the longest while soo yeah I need to update it. And as for the same for playing on mobile, I play it & stop playing it for a little bit. (the other reason why stop playing it I have online classes with homework assignments I have to do soo I'm a little behind on games update) but I love the Genshin characters and their amazing fighting power to fight the enemy and my god some bosses are tough to beat I understand you need ALOT of food while going to a fight with the enemy with lower hp is a no-no.

[HeavenlyImagination]: My Fifth list is Granblue Fantasy soo I saw the anime season 1 but I haven't watched season 2 yet and as for the granblue fantasy mobile game is a little confusing for a bit at the beginning even though I play it while doing how to play tutorial of the story thing. And for the granblue characters with some of them, I'm familiar with, and as for the other granblue characters not so familiar because I'm behind of what news games + animes I haven't seen or saw yet. But I do remember there other granblue fantasy game I might get in the future Granblue Fantasy: Versus on PlayStation 4, I heard it's a popular game I think but I might be wrong though.

[HeavenlyImagination]: All right that all see you the next post I hope enjoy your stay see you all later

*turn of the record camera off*

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[shannygoatgruff]

Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration​

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, strong sexual content

Rating: M

A/N:  First my apologies for taking so long to post this chapter. I lost the original version of chapter 7, but I hope you enjoy this slightly longer re-write.  I think this story only has 1 or 2 more chapters and it’s done.  I’m almost through telling the story I wanted to tell.

Next, I got the idea for this from experience I had with an ex, with whom I am still very close friends. We were actually talking about this particular encounter recently, and I thought it would be fun to write it. I will say, if you have never had sex with someone that you are truly friends with, you have no idea what you’re missing out on!  I think the sexiest sex is the kind where you talk to your partner.  Maybe it’s just the stage I’m in my life.  What you’re doing doesn’t interest me as much as what’s going on in your head.

Finally, I used the lyrics to ‘Imported’ by Jessie Reyes without permission.  I love her and that song and when I hear it, I see Ivar and Cash.  I have included the video at the end of the chapter - the vibe of the song is how I see them as a couple.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

When Ivar moved across the floor, there was grace in his movements. His motions were fluid, and because he didn’t use his legs to aid him, how he curved his spine to usher his mobility gave him the agility of a big cat stalking his prey. One-shoulder worked in tandem with the hip on the opposite side of his body creating this... glide, that was simply fucking sexy.  Cash found herself wondering how good the view of him crawling would look from underneath him.      

Crawling for Cash, however, was anything but graceful. She hadn’t gotten very far, just from the dresser to the full-length mirror, but fuck a duck if it wasn’t hard. At first, she tried to be all sexy, and crawl on her hands and knees, but when she realized Ivar couldn’t use his knees, she switched to an Army crawl.  

After the first pass across the floor, she knew this crawling idea was going to be short-lived.  Not only did she not possess the upper body strength to keep it up, but she was also getting hella ashy.  It was bad enough the rain had washed away most of her lotion, but now she was sliding around on the carpet. She was going to look like she had been rolling around in flour at any minute. Her mother would have a fucking fit if she saw the state she was in.

And how the hell was she supposed to get her toiletry tote across the room? It wasn’t like it was a backpack. It was hard enough trying to maneuver herself around, let alone bring something with her.  She had tried dragging it and even pushing it in front of her.  Both ways were taking forever.  At the rate she was going, she and the tote would get to the mirror by her 30th birthday.  

Ivar leaned against the bed watching with curiosity.  He had never seen an able-bodied person struggle so hard to crawl. Why didn’t she just get up on all fours? He appreciated that view of her.  It was much more seductive then whatever the hell she was doing now.  Currently, she looked like she was trying to do the worm in a breakdance competition for quadriplegics.  

“It may be easier if you use your arms.  You have all of your weight on your elbows.  Try using your wrists and hands. That way, you can move your bag with you.” Ivar laid on his stomach facing Cash and demonstrated, “See?  Like this…” 

“See, like this,” Cash mocked in a high pitched voice rolling her eyes as she continued to struggle across the floor.  Suddenly, she felt the sting of his hand as it landed flat on her ass. It sounded much worse than it felt.  It didn’t hurt in the least, but she still gave him the evil eye, “Did you just?” she feigned shock.  

Being the youngest child, Ivar got away with a lot of shit.  He was used to blaming one of his brothers for everything and he always got away with it. It became a little game he liked to play with them that he lovingly titled, ‘How much trouble can I get you in?’  It was during that time that he started doing this mocking, side to side head motion to symbolize his victory.  As an adult, during a triumph, he continued to rock his head in this obnoxious manner, only now, it also included a shit-eating grin, followed by a dab.  

Cash watched the most incredibly mischievous smile spread across Ivar’s face as he bobbed his head and then he dabbed the air.  He spoke some foreign words and seemed mighty pleased with himself. “Oh, chuckle it up, Chuckles.” She rolled her eyes and sat up.  “Ya, perv.”

God, he had been wanting to do that ever since she started crawling. He just wanted to see if her ass was really as soft as it looked.  It was, and it had the right amount of bounce.  “Sorry. I could not resist,” his smile was so big, it was hard to make out what he was saying, “You were making fun of me. It was all I could think to do,” he whined.

Cash turned toward the mirror and started to dump out the contents of her bag. She picked up her wide-tooth comb and folded her legs beneath her. Leaning into the mirror, she fixed her eyes squarely on his image, “If you wanted to cop a feel, all you had to do was ask.”  She watched as his mouth opened and closed, like a fish. 

“What are you going to do?”  He asked, folding his hands in his lap. 

Cash parted her hair down the middle and secured half of it with a ponytail holder. Carefully detangling the other half with a comb, she reached in the bag for a jar and struggled with the top, “I’m going to put my hair in two braids, so I won’t look totally crazy.”  She held the jar out to Ivar.  “Can you open this for me?”

Silently, he crawled to where she sat and took the jar out of her hands.  With one turn he had the lid opened.  “This smells wonderful. What is it?”  

“A moisturizing mask.”

“It smells like coconuts and berries, and…and,” he took another big sniff but couldn’t quite place the scent, “I don’t know but it is amazing.  It smells soft. Like you.”

“Jasmine,” she took the jar from his hand and tried not to blush.  He thought she smelled soft?  “I made this.”

“You make this?”

“It’s not hard,” she shrugged, “All you need are some essential oils for the smell and different kinds of butters.  It’s pretty easy.  It’s good to keep moisture in.  I could even use it on your hair and it wouldn’t be greasy.  See feel.” She titled her hair for Ivar to feel her hair without the moisturizer. “Now you know I must like you because I’m letting you touch my hair.”  Then, she scooped a small amount of product onto her palm before rubbing it into her hair. After she had worked it though she tilted her head toward him again.  “Now feel.”

His eyes grew with amazement.  “That feels awesome.”  Of course, he couldn’t help but bring his nose to her hair.  “And it smells good.” His nose brushed the side of her ear before making its way to her neck, then back into her hair.  “I like this smell.”

Cash giggled at the feeling, but she couldn’t ignore the tiny goosebumps that started to prickle every inch of her skin.  “Do you know how to braid?”  She asked feeling her neck slowly start to lean more into the warmth of this breath. 

“Hmm?” He looked at her eyes in the mirror and noticed that he had been rubbing her arm.  When did that happen?  What the hell was in that jar? “Braid?  A little. I used to help my mother when I was young. She has very long hair.” He watched as a smooth smile crossed Cash’s face.  “Oh, no.  I cannot. I am terrible at it.”  

“Oh, you know nothing, Jon Snow,” she handed him a brush, “you do mine, and  I’ll do yours.”

“And we can have a sleeping party, like girlfriends,” he mocked in a high pitched girl voice and twirled his hair around his finger, “...and paint each other’s nails and do make-overs!”

“That’s a slumber party, jerk. And as long as there are no pillow fights, I’d be okay with it.”  She nudged his shoulder with her own. “But, I hope you don’t want to be my girlfriend.”

Ivar took the comb from Cash and looked at the floor.  He didn’t want to chance to catch her eyes in the mirror, just in case, “I was really kind of hoping that you would want to be mine.”  

“Really?”  Cash asked said softly before capturing his lips for a soft kiss.  “Good. It’s about time.  I was getting gray hair over here, waiting on you to make a move...”  Smiling into his lips, she wondered, how did her tongue always end up in his mouth?  Was she capable of kissing him without needing to feel his velvety tongue on hers?  She pulled away slightly and pecked him a few more times. “Now, I can’t be all kissing and everything with my hair looking like this.  I’m too cute to be looking this tore up. So you helping or nah?”  

Braiding each other’s hair had been the most intimate thing Cash had ever done with a man, besides Glenn, with her clothes on.  Why was it so easy to trust him?  She let him touch her hair – generally speaking, black women don’t let people other their mothers or their hairdresser touch their hair. Hell, Cash’s parents had been married for over 30 years and she seriously doubted that her father had ever touched her mother’s hair. She had known this man for almost 48 hours and she had already let him see her with ashy legs.  What the fuck was really going on?  

It was something more than just being comfortable around him being bushy and ashy, that’s for sure.  Maybe it was the fact that the things that she normally would be embarrassed about she didn’t give a fuck about anymore. She was pretty sure that if she needed to fart in front of him, she would have,  That’s how secure she felt with him.  

Ivar was amazed that he stopped focusing on his the fact that his bare legs were showing and that he was crawling, hours ago. Whatever it was that he was nervous about before he had met Cash in person seemed like a distant memory.  He had just let this woman braid his hair like he was a girl playing beauty shop. 

Granted, the hairstyle looked badass, especially with the way his head was shaved on the sides – but he knew for sure none of his brothers would have let their girlfriends do that.  Hvitserk would talk shit to him about it for years to come because of it, too.  But, he didn’t care, it felt right.  Everything about her delicate fingers gripping his hair and gently massaging his scalp felt incredible. If she wanted to take every braid out and start all over, he would let her.  He would let her do whatever she wanted if it would make her smile.

Speaking of smiling, as he flipped through his phone for more music for them to listen to, his face lit up when he ran across their song. “You feel like singing?” As soon as the opening beat of Imported by Jessie Reyes ft. 6lack started playing, Cash let her head lean back and smiled.  

Ivar grabbed a brush, and handed her one, too.  If they were going to do this duet any justice, they both needed their microphones and to get into character. Mother nature was already setting the scene outside with the rain still beating down against the patio, creating the perfect backdrop for their music video. 

Bringing the hairbrush up to his mouth, he wanted Cash to see how he had choreographed his movements to the song.  He only wished that he had his braces on because he had an entire dance to go with it.  

Hi, my name is 6Lack And sometimes people me SIX-LACK I don’t mind because they stubborn And my bank account is looking mighty fine We can skip the wine and dine Go straight for the wind and grind She wanna cum, I can make it happen, fuck trying

Ivar rolled his hips from his sitting position on the floor with a devilish look on his face that made Cash lick her lips.  Damn, that boy could sing. Plus, he was sexy and gyrating…fuck! She was trying so hard to be good, but the song was talking about going straight for the wind and grind making people cum and sexy stuff and whatnot…she was only human.

Sometimes, I get messy, you can be my biggest secret I ain’t sliding if you wit him Baby, you gon’ have to have to leave him

Ivar wagged his finger at Cash to let her know that he wasn’t the cheating type. He winked at her when she smiled. 

I got morals on Sundays, sometimes on Wednesdays

He shrugged his shoulder and raised a brow.

Really, it depends but,

Ivar tried his best not to laugh at the face she was making at his stage-worthy performance. He was giving her his best big dick energy vibes. 

You, you’re in love with somebody else Maybe I could offer some help (Maybe I could offer some help) Get over them by getting under me

He watched as Cash closed her eyes and began to sing.  He could listen to her sing all day.  She had a beautiful voice and he loved the changes she made to songs. He especially loved what she did to Jessie Reyes’s part of this song.  

But you might O.D. if you get too much of me Might O.D. if you get too much of me

Cash, too, had a routine for this song, but she was not going to do it for him. Instead, she just did what felt natural at the moment.  She ran her hand down her throat to her collarbone then pulled her legs up to her chest. As she sang, she rubbed her cheek against her knee and gave him a vulnerable stare…

Hi, my name is not important I’m not from here, I’m imported I drink liquor like it’s water Hope my liver can afford it I’ve been lyin’ here with I’ve been lyin…, I’ll be lyin here I’m under the covers like

Her voice…that was the same voice he had listened to countless times over the phone, that was singing to him in person.  It was a little overwhelming.  He reached up and cupped her cheek, and when she opened her eyes he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss so slow and deep and it conveyed every thought and feeling that Ivar couldn’t put into words. 

He had so much he wanted to tell her, too.  Like how he was glad she replied to his comment that day on the Jessie Reyes blog for this song.  He had been listening to Imported on repeat because he was still in love with Freydis.  Even though they had been broken up for a couple of years and he didn’t want her back, he couldn’t get over her.  He was stuck mourning for what they could have been. He had so many hopes and dreams for them.  He thought he had found a beautiful woman that could love him despite his disabilities and he would have a chance at a normal life.  But, it didn’t work that way. Nothing in his life ever worked out that way.

Enter this song and this girl: the song was about finding someone to help you get over a broken heart and the girl...she was feeling a certain way because her first serious boyfriend, who she hadn’t been for over five years, was getting married.  Feelings had a funny way of fucking you up.  

But there they were; keyboard gangsters, in their feelings and being flirty.  They were two people on different continents who were never going to meet, so what harm was it to bare their souls?  Nobody ever died from having another friend; especially friends that liked to sing loved musicals and could go into a monologue from a movie with just the last word of a sentence. Really, friends like that were hard to come by.  

Now, if things kept going in the right direction, soon they would be lovers.  

Thank you, Jessie Reyes.

Cash bit Ivar’s neck, causing him to groan and squeeze her body tighter. Good thing the rain hadn’t washed off the scent of Aqua di Gio that seemed to be oozing from his pores.  Damn! How did he know exactly what scents got her going?  Did this man always smell like walking sex?  And was it natural for a man to have skin this damn soft?  

She watched her fingers as they trailed the lines of his tattoo along his left shoulder.  “What’s this?”  She asked as her fingertips came dangerously close to his nipple, before tracing the line back up the head of the figure to the center of his chest.

Ivar watched her nail slowly move across his skin and tucked his lip in between his teeth at the feeling.  “The mythical Norse dragon, Fáfnir.” Did his voice just crack?  She made him feel like a teenager all over again.  

Cash giggled.  She loved the way he suddenly started rolling his “r” and how his “th” started to sound like a z.  Had it always and she just not notice?  “Your accent is stronger,” she let her tongue follow along the line of his jaw, “it’s so sexy.”  

“It’s hard to concentrate on English,” he said matter-of-factly, making sure to slur his Norwegian tongue into his English words,  hands still gripping her waist, gently rocking with her on his lap, “when you do that.”  He pointed his chin toward the ceiling to grant her better access to his Adam’s apple, “You know, I don’t think I have ever been in this situation and had to speak English.”

Cash's eyes opened in bewilderment as she lifted her head. “You know what? I’ve never seen an uncircumcised penis.”  The thought just hit her.  If they were about to go there and she hoped to God they were, they needed to get all of this shit out of the way.  She sat back on his thighs and looped her arms around his neck.  

Ivar’s smile was so big, his eyes crinkled in the corners.  “Now?  You think of that now?  Really?” 

“I’m serious.”  She said settling back with a slight pout, “Circumcision is a big thing in the US, like everybody does it.  But here, not so much, right?  I mean, you’re not Jewish, are you?”  She raised her brow and nudged her head toward him.  “You know what I mean?”

He shook his head.  “You want to know if I am?”

“Kinda?”  Talk about killing the mood.  There were things that she might want to try with him, but she wanted to know what she might be in for first. Nobody liked those kinds of surprises during sex.  “ Is that weird?”  There were just certain things you need to be upfront about. Even though she suspected she wasn’t certain. 

Ivar shrugged with a glint of mischief in his eyes.  “Perhaps you will just have to find out.”  

“Oh, just tell me.”  She slapped his bare chest and rolled her eyes when he made a face like it hurt. “I’ll tell you something.”  

“I’m not telling you that.  But, I will tell you, that I have never seen brown nipples.”  He ran his fingers between Cash’s bra straps and her shoulders, slowly lowering the straps down her arm. When she didn’t protest, he continued to pull the straps lower.  He looked her in the eyes while she bent her arms through the loops to free herself of them. 

Sucking his lip, he let his eyes trail from hers down to her lips, then lower to her neck.  He admired how her pulse quickened when his hands touched just above her cleavage and when his thumbs gently pushed the lace down to expose her to him, he wanted to lick the hollow of her throat.  “You are beautiful.”  

Brown, white, black or pink, skin was skin, and Cash’s was beautiful and the skin on her breasts was just as soft and warm as the rest of her.  He patiently waited while she unhooked her bra and discarded it away from them, before he wrapped his muscular arms around her, burying his face in between her breasts. “I love boobs.” 

“Really?” She said smiling, as he looked up at her from the middle of her chest. “You didn’t strike me a breast man.” 

“I am an everything man.”  He smiled rubbing his face across her soft skin.  “What is that smell?  God…”  

“Ahh…that is Heliotrope Gingembre,  my favorite perfume.”

“Mine now, too,” he said absently.  Closing his eyes with his head laid on her chest.

She kissed him on the top of his head and started to rub the back of his neck, “You think I don’t know that you’re avoiding my question?  I shared.”

“I did not ask you a question and you did not tell me anything.”  He looked up at her and started to bob his head with that shit-eating grin again.  

“I will pop that little bobblehead of yours off your shoulders.  Now you’re just cheating.”  She rolled off his lap and laughed when he pouted at her and started to reach for her like a child.  “Not until you answer me.”  She sat next to him, but faced him and absently rubbed her hand along the hair on his legs.

He watched in amazement as she did.  She didn’t seem the least bit weirded out by his scars. “Okay, I’m sorry. You want to know if I was cut as a baby?” Ivar laid back on the floor and laced his hand with hers.  He looked at their joined hands and held them up to his line of vision before rolling his wrist. Why prolong the inevitable?  She was going to find out sooner or later.  He figured, if she could see his legs and be perfectly with fine them, odds were she'd okay with an unsnipped prick.  “No,  I was not.”  He laid her hand on his stomach with the laziest hint of a smirk on his face.

“Hmm. Interesting,” she responded wiggling her toes.  She chewed the inside of her lip for a moment then shrugged her shoulders.  “Okay,” she got up on her knees and knelt beside him.  Cash let her hands trail down his muscular stomach and found herself smile when she realized that he was ticklish in the spot between his navel and his waist. 

Carefully, her deft fingers slid under the grey waistband of his boxer briefs before she smoothed her hands around to his hips.  Slowly, she lowered the shorts down his legs, never once taking her eyes off of his.  Since Ivar couldn’t hoist his backside off the floor, he aided her by rocking from side to side as she continued to pull the garment down lower and lower. 

And there he was.  Ivar Ragnarsson in all of his birthday glory.  He was a sexy man.  It was the moment of truth and Cash didn’t quite know what to do or say. Was she supposed to comment or compliment?  Was she supposed to touch him or ask questions? There was so much she wanted to do, but she wasn’t sure if any of it was okay.  

“So?” Ivar placed one hand behind his head and the other on his chest.  “No witty observations?”

“Well, you already know you’re sexy, AF.”  She tilted her head and let her fingers trace the dark line of hair that traveled from his navel to the soft tufts at his groin. “But this…it’s different.”

“Different?  What the hell does that mean?” Ivar laughed.  “It looks the same to me.” 

Her eyes got big and she nodded, “Well, you’ve seen it before.  I haven’t…” She touched it.  It felt the same as others she’d held in her hands.  It was thick, had a nice length, and just the right amount of curve to it.  The bounce back, when she pulled it toward her and let it go, so that it slapped back against his pelvis, made a good sound.  By all accounts, it was a normal cock.  It was hard, and hot in her hands and she even noticed how Ivar’s stomach clenched when she made contact with it.  “So does it feel different?”

“Different than what?” He asked with a labored breath as she continued to hold and turn him over in her hand.  “It feels the same to me.”  Did she know what she was doing to him? She wasn’t jerking him or doing anything sexual, not really, merely touching and having a conversation with him.  It was such a turn on.  

“Let me show you.”  He removed his hand from behind his head and placed it on himself. Lifting his head, he attempted some sort of origami thing with the skin.  “This, I think, is what you are used to seeing.”  He rolled his eyes in his head and sucked his teeth, “Whatever.”  He released the skin and smiled.  “My way is much better.  Much more sensation.” 

“Oh, really?”  She was intrigued.  If she were being honest, it wasn’t the cutest one she’d ever seen.  But, that was because she just wasn’t used to it, yet. She was sure in a few days, she would think it was the hottest one she’d ever seen! “How so?”

“This part in there…feels everything, sometimes too much.”  He picked up her hand and placed it back on his swollen member, before closing his eyes at the feeling, “Sometimes, you have to touch it through the skin…”

“Like a clit?” 

Ivar shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know.  I do not have one of those.”  He let his hand travel up Cash’s thigh and settle right below her hip.  “If direct pressure is applied to you, does it make you,” he wound his hands to try to drive the words forward, “finish faster?”

Now it was Cash’s turn to shrug, “Honestly?  I’ve never had an orgasm with another person.”

“What?”  Ivar sat up, instantly regretting the warmth of her hand leaving his body.  “Are you serious?”  This was great!  Neither had he. But wait…if neither of them had, then this could be the worst awkward first sexual experience in the history of awkward first sexual experiences. They would either be eternally frustrated or their first sexual encounter could literally last indefinitely.  

“Yup. Not ever.”  Cash sat up on her knees so that he had full access to her hips. She placed her hands on his and watched as he slowly started to pull down her panties.  “I think the guys that I’ve been with think all women like the same things.  They don’t want to hear that you might want something different, or they just are in it for themselves. I just usually finish myself off.”

Ivar smoothed the lace down her thighs and held still as she used his shoulders to brace herself against him so she could lift each knee up to allow him to slide the material under her legs. 

He didn’t want to seem like a total pervert but he couldn’t help but look at her. She was right next to him with the most neatly trimmed Mohawk he’d ever seen.  “You’re into landscaping?”  He didn’t reply when she nodded.  Instead, he pressed his lips to her stomach.  “So, when you finish yourself off, do you do it alone or in front of others?”

“Like do I perform?”  She gently caressed his head, “It depends on how deserving the audience is.”  

God, he wanted her.  But, he needed to get one more thing out in the open before that could happen.  He wanted total transparency between them, once and for all.  “Me either.” 

He felt his head being lifted from her warm skin and but he immediately dropped his eyes in embarrassment, “I have never had an orgasm during sex.  The doctor thinks it was stress.”   

“That is so sad,” she wanted to hug him, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad.   She was used to it.  There were millions of women who never had and probably never will have an orgasm – so was the plight of being a woman. But for Ivar to never experience it?  He was too sweet a guy.  It nearly broke her heart. “Do you at least get anything out of it?”

“Yeah. I like giving pleasure to someone else.” He tried to sound upbeat, but it wasn’t exactly a happy subject for him.  What he was saying was true, he used to thoroughly enjoy making Freydis feel good. But, what about him? Didn’t he deserve to feel that way? Shouldn’t he get to experience an orgasmic high, at least once in his life?  At least one time that wasn’t self-inflicted? “ And it does feel good.”

“Do you finish yourself off?”

“Never in front of anyone.”  A devilish smile crept across Ivar’s face and when Cash saw that mischievous twinkle in those beautiful blue eyes, her face broke out in a smile, too.  

Ivar had had many sexual conversations with women before but never before had he had a sex conversation with his partner.  This whole thing, this talking and being together, looking at, touching, and getting to know about each other…all of this intimacy was amazing.  

It was scary as hell for both of them, but damn it all if it didn’t feel natural.  Even if their first time together wouldn’t be perfect, or they would have figure out who couldn’t do what because of physical limitations or just plain dislike, it would all pay off in the end.  Neither of them had a point to try to prove to the other or to themselves.  All they needed to do was enjoy each other.  Who cared if neither had an orgasm?  For the first time, they both were feeling something they hadn’t felt in a very long time.  They felt at home, and safe with each other.   

Cash closed the space between them and pressed her lips to his, “Bed or floor.” She laughed when he laid back and put both hands behind his head.  “Oh yea, carpet burns and group masturbation...I knew you were freaky.” 

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[warriorteam1924]

Let the music be you

Joe Mazzello x John Deacon

Author note : Hi my beauties. This writing is my fourth (wow lol) entry for Deazzello Week, still hosted by my dearest Mel aka @roger-taylors-car !! We are on day 4 obviously, trying to fit the prompt ‘Bohemian Rhapsody'. I hope you enjoy. Thanks in advance for the feedback and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language.

Summary : Learning bass guitar is hard....

Word Count: 2,104 Words

Warnings: This should be fine ^^

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies, @thosequeenboys​

“Damn it !!”, Joe stood up. He was really mad. But not at his partners on screen. He was actually mad at himself. What the hell was happening to him?

 “Come on Joe, it’s okay.”, Ben tried to reassure him.

 “It is not !!”, Joe replied, passing his hand in his hair. “I... I need a moment. Sorry y’all.”, he sighed as he exited the set.

 The production staff unplugged his bass as he headed towards the corridor, pressing his instrument against his body, making sure not to slam it on the wall as he would come back to his studio. Still on the filming set, Rami, Gwil and Ben exchanged worried glances. Joe was usually really professional, not easily unsettled when a scene would not be happening the way it was supposed to be. But this time, it was different. It was as if, for the first time of his life, he was not up to it.

 Joe slammed the door of his studio behind him and took a deep breath. God, he had been acting since forever, why was it suddenly so hard. He looked at the bass still pressed on his body, as the strap was still around his shoulder. He sat on the couch, sighing again. He put his hand on the string, closing his eyes, trying to focus. After all, he had already played a little bit of guitar before.

 ‘Another one bites the dust’.... Well it seemed today he would be the one biting the dust. He tried to play the riff one more time. On his own, it was supposed to be easier, as there would be no pressure from the other. Yet, he still felt ‘Under Pressure’.

 He stood up to put the bass back on its stand.  He headed towards the coffee table, took the remote and switched the television on. A hard drive was connected so he selected the video file he wanted to see. He started with Queen’s concert in Montreal. The image was really great, allowing him to see the way John Deacon was moving his fingers on his bass.

 “Come on, Deaky. Tell me your secrets. I’m just like Rami on this one. I can’t learn for the master himself. Unlike Ben and Gwil who have Rog and Bri by their sides, we are on our own. Come on, Deaky. Tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

 He looked at the bassist jumping around, all dressed in blue, licking his fingers from time to time. (Why was it so hot, by the way?) Joe really tried to focus on the bassist’s hands, not on his whole body. This was what he was missing right now. The correct finger’s placement. Not his moves. He had been able to do them properly so far. Maybe he was just tired. Or maybe his fingers were too numb that day. Yet, he had read so many things about John and about bass guitars in general. He also had watched many tutorials on the Internet and this very song was supposed to be quite easy to handle, for beginners.

 “Damn it, John.”, Joe cursed as he switched off the television. Maybe a little bit of silence would help. He headed to the small kitchen and quickly prepared food. He hurriedly ate it and went to bed, turning his mobile in flight mode, just to be sure he would not be disturbed.

 “So. You want to know my secrets, then.”, he heard a voice from far away in his sleep.

 “What? Lemme sleep.”, he mumbled.

 “Oh, no. You want to know my secrets, it is now or never.”

 Joe frowned, still his eyes closed. What was going on?

 “Wake up, sleeping beauty. Come on, don’t make me drop cold water over your face....”, he was threatened.

 Joe loudly groaned. He still wanted to sleep but the thought of having his face and the whole bed weted because he was too lazy to open his eyes convinced him.

 “Okay, okay, I’m awake.”, he leaned on the headboard, rubbing his eyes and loudly yawning. He slowly opened his eyes, stretching, looking around to see who had waked him up, since he had not recognized his voice. Staring at the man sitted on the edge of his bed, he had two thoughts. First of all, he should have recognized his voice straight away, since he had been studying it for hours to master it almost perfectly. Second of all, he understood he was still dreaming, since 1981’s John Deacon was smiling at him at this very moment.

 “Okay. I see what’s happening here....”, Joe nodded, still looking at the chimera.

 “And what is happening?”, the man quietly asked.

 “I know I should be more careful when it comes to food, since I’m lactose intolerant.”, Joe very casually replied. “But it seems something went wrong in my stomach since I’m having the weirdest dream of all.”, he nodded.

 “Oh, you think this is a dream?”, John still very gently and quietly asked.

 “Well, there is no other explanation.”, Joe seriously replied.

 “May I?”, John questioned.

 “Sure.”, Joe shrugged. Nothing bad could happen. He was dreaming.

 John’s smile widened a little and he suddenly, even quite violently punched the actor’s right arm.

 “Ouch. What the hell? Why did you do that?”, Joe rubbed his arm, angrily looking at John. (Why was it hurting though?)

 “I asked if I might and you agreed.”, the bassist reminded him.

 “It was not supposed to hurt !!! And I did not really expect you to actually punch me....”, the actor complained.

 “It was just me proving you this is not a dream. Come on, then. Get up, we will figure this out together.”, John said as he stood up to leave the room. (How could someone’s butt look so nice, Joe had no idea.)

 “What are we going to figure out?”, Joe asked as he stretched once more.

 John stopped at the door frame and turned to look at him. His glance was both sweet and powerful at the same time, Joe was a little puzzled.

 “Bass. And music.”, John replied, winking at him.

 Joe raised his eyebrows. Yet, still convinced this was a dream, he shrugged and got out of bed to follow the bassist in the living room.

 John was waiting for him and Joe took time to analyse him, since he was there. Certainly because he had watched Queen’s live in Montreal from 1981 right before going to bed, the bass player was dressed the same way : all in blue, with white sneakers. His hair were a little longer that Joe’s, a slightly waving and almost shining. He was thin and muscled at once. The actor stood there, half asleep, staring at him, as John was taking his bass to hand it to him.

 “Hey, once you’ve stopped undressing me with your eyes and stopped having silly dreams, maybe we could start?”, John told him.

 “Hum.... What?.... You wish....”, Joe replied, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

 He took the bass and put the strap around his shoulder.

 “You’re holding it on the right side, this is a very good start.”, John tried to appease the atmosphere. “Are you right handed as well?”, he asked and the actor nodded. “Good. Let’s get plugged and here we go....”, he said as he took the cable from the amp to plug it on the bass as well. He asked Joe if he could pull the string one by one a little, while he would set the amp properly.

 “Okay. The sound is now perfect. I see your right fingers are pulling the string correctly.”

 “I’ve played a little bit of guitar, but the strings of a bass guitar are way bigger.”, Joe replied.

 “Oh yes they are. But”, he carried on showing his hands and the tip of his fingers, “after a while, he don’t feel anything anymore.”, he shrugged. “Okay, show me what you are trying to play.”, the bassist encouraged him.

 Joe felt he blushed a little. Why was he so nervous? After all, this was still what he considered to be a dream, even if it felt so real. He took a deep breath and tried to play the riff from ‘Another one bites the dust’. And of course, it was once again a total failure.

 “I’m sorry.”, Joe whispered as he was about to take the strap off his shoulder.

 “What are you doing? I’m not going anywhere as long as you don’t know this riff. Okay?”, John told him quite firmly. Joe was still looking at his feet, a little ashamed and gave silence as an answer. “Okay?”, the bass player repeated, coming closer to him.

 He took Joe’s chin to catch his glance, still sweetly smiling at him.

 “Okay.”, Joe eventually nodded and smiled back at him.

“Good, I’m going to place myself right behind you and show you the moves slowly at first and then we will speed up. You can do it.”

 He came closer to Joe and stood behind him, wrapping his arm around him. Joe loudly swallowed. Why this sensation was so weird and soothing at once?

 John showed him the notes first, on a very slow pace. Then he let Joe try. It was not so bad. Then again and again, until Joe was confident enough to speed up a little. The rhythm and the finger placement were eventually right. John then faced Joe and explained how to end the noise on the strings, to create the riff without interference.

 “Wow, I can’t believe I’ve done it.”, Joe explained after he had eventually succeeded in making the whole song all over again, helped with the music from the television. “You’re incredible, John. Really.”

 “Thank you for the compliment. But I’ve done nothing really. You’ve done it. You were way too stressed. But you’ve eventually allowed the music inside you.”, John casually replied.

 “The music inside me?”, Joe was quite confused.

 “Don’t you feel it? I think the problem was you tried to be me playing music, because this is your role, this is your job. But as a result, you’ve dealt with it the wrong way.”

 “Well, yes this is my job. I must be you.”, Joe frowned.

 “For your job, yes. But not regarding music. You wanted to learn this riff to play it for the scene. So far, placing your hands on the instrument was enough. But as for really playing music, it has to come from you. Music is ubiquitous. Yes music is theory and methodical learning. But it is inside everyone of us. Music is inside you.”

 “I think I understand what you mean.”

 Joe startled when he heard someone knock on his door. As he usually did, Ben came in without invitation.

 “Hey, buddy. Are you okay? I’ve tried to call you....”, the blonde said.

 “Yeah, I’m good. I was training with J....”, he started to say but John was no longer there. He looked around him, still careful holding his bass close to him. “What the hell?”, he asked out loud.

 “Are you sure you’re okay, mate?”, Ben came closer to him and pressed his arm.

 “Ouch....”, Joe complained.

 “Oh don’t be a sissy, I’ve just grazed you.”, the younger man said.

 Joe put his bass on its stand and took his top off. A bruise was starting to appear just at the very place John had pushed him.

 “What the hell?”, Joe asked once again.

 “Joey, I don’t know what’s happening, but the prod staff is waiting for us. Pull yourself together, take your bass and let’s go.”, Ben lead him outside, closing the door behind them.

 Joe was so confused he did not even pay attention to the make up artist working on his face and on his hair, nor did he really realized he had already changed to become John Deacon on the set.

 Yet, when everyone took place in the fake studio, Joe closed his eyes, just one minute and focused.

 ‘The music inside me. The music inside me.’, he repeated to himself to get ready and relax a little. He heard a clap and the scene began. He knew the script very well and got ready to play.

 And the riff came properly, as if his fingers were guided by some mysterious muse. He could feel the rhythm in his guts, he could feel the notes, the pleasurable sensation of his fingers on the strings. After a few takes, everyone was pleased.

 Joe let out a faint laugh. ‘You were right, Johnny boy. I just had to let the music be me.’

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MEET EFFIE,

FULL NAME › Effie Sutton AGE › twenty three GENDER › Cis female (She/Her/Hers) FROM › Baton Rouge, Louisiana RESIDENCE › Miracle Mine Mobile Home Park (Outskirts) OCCUPATION › Bartender at the Bucking Horse Saloon NOW PLAYING › Freak by Lana Del Rey

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger warnings: abuse, prostitution, death, poverty, cancer

There are some people who are sadly, not destined to have an easy go of it from the very beginning. Effie Sutton was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, to a single mom who just managed to get by and put enough food on the table for herself and her only child, but luxuries were always scarce. In pre-school, Effie would be the subject of judging glares from kids and other parents alike, wondering how someone could send their kid to school with only two pairs of clothes and looking like they hadn’t even been properly washed. This was nothing unusual to her mom who had only experienced a similar upbringing herself. Even the little girl didn’t understand how she was different from anyone else until she began to get a little older, eventually seeing the contrasts between herself and her peers. Even so, in her earlier years she was a pleasant person, always polite to anyone she met and careful to use manners. She was loved by her mother, truly, and was sad that she couldn’t provide more for her little girl and so she was out of the house most of the time, working hard to keep their lives as stable as they could be. God knows the father wasn’t reaching out to help. It was only when Effie started to get a little more world-weary that she began to understand just how far her mother was going to help them get by.

One early evening, a ten year old Effie wandered into the bathroom to ask her mother something while the older woman was getting ready for a shower. It was then where she spotted the strange marks on her mother’s body and began to cry, believing she was terribly hurt. Her mother then sat her down and told her what she had to do with men to make some money; not sugar-coating it too much because she was going to learn one way or another. She admitted that one of the men had gotten a bit aggressive with her but it was okay – it rarely ever happened and there was nothing to worry about. Afterwards, they shared a hug and everything seemed fine. It was only unconsciously that Effie began to change, suddenly feeling different about the world around her. She was an average student, doing only as much as she was expected to and never more. During high school, she was picked on now and again by the more popular students who were a whole lot wealthier than herself, but it didn’t affect her too much. As soon as she was old enough, she took up as many jobs as she could handle at once to help her mother pay the bills – from babysitting gigs to working in any diner that would take her. It was during one of these jobs that she met who she then believed to be the love of her life, a handsome young man who was the older brother of a little girl she frequently looked after.

Only being seventeen at the time, it was quite easy for the boy to completely whisk her off her feet. Some would say the time in which he confessed his love was far too early, and what did kids know about love anyway? But Effie was blinded by this person who seemingly would do anything for her and treated her like a princess. It was the first time in her life where she truly felt special. It was a few months into the relationship where things started to go a little awry; her boyfriend seemed to be getting overly suspicious of her whereabouts when she wasn’t with him and convinced that his ‘love’ was hiding something from him. Gradually this morphed into him believing she was cheating and doing constant check-ups of her phone and who she was texting. Of course, Effie was nothing more than innocent and thought he was just being dramatic because he loved her so much. That was… until the hitting started. She would come home nights bruised, running up to her room before mother could see, and slowly worked out the similarities between her now and her mom all those years ago. Men would do anything to gain control of women, that was all the world had shown her this far. She understood then that she had to distance herself from the relationship before things got worse.

One rainy night she uttered the words ‘I’m breaking up with you’, just to be faced with the most terrifying situation in her life. She tried to reason with him, but there was no use. Her boyfriend turned into a monster and began beating her until eventually, Effie passed out. She was found where she had earlier been dumped in the park later that night by a stranger, badly beaten. She was hospitalized where eventually her mother was called and Effie told her everything, lapsing into tears. Everything started to get a little calmer after that generally, even if Effie had visibly changed for the worse. She began doing things that once would have been unlike her, staying late at parties, drinking and smoking and messing around with a lot of boys. Her mindset was if the world was going to treat her badly anyway, why couldn’t she play it against its own game? It made her feel more in control of what was going on; that she could almost choose what bad things happened to her.

She and her mother were planning to move away, start someplace fresh with the money they had saved when the bad news came in. Her mom had cancer, and it was terminal. During this time Effie only seemed to lash out more, drinking herself into oblivion and some nights not even coming home. This was the reason why she missed being with her mother when she died, something she would regret for the rest of her life. Alone in the world and feeling incredibly bitter, Effie took to the road, no preset destination in mind. She just wanted out from this life, to be free. She drove through countless states, never staying for too long until she was back on the road again – searching for someplace that felt right. Even to this day, Effie swears Boot Hill came to her in a dream. Drawing her in with the promise of living a new life, of making something of herself. She found the mobile home park and settled in quite quickly, seeing as it was the only place she could really afford to stay. It wasn’t anything special, but she soon made it feel like home. Along with a job at the saloon, the young woman leads a more or less decent life. She is still more than a little troubled by her past, which often shows in how she interacts and treats others, but she is a survivor. She is someone who tries to ignore the strange rumours about the town, but can’t deny that there has been something pulling her into staying there ever since she arrived.

❝ The girl who signed her papers in lipstick leans against the drugstore, smoking, brushing her hair like a machine. ❞

CENSUS,

FACECLAIM › Margaret Qualley AUTHOR › Robyn

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Soulless

Warnings: mild angst, soullessness, deals, implied sex, mentions of sex, fluffy ending, long fic.

Word Count: 2733

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Set: Season 7-ish

Summary: Dean isn’t great when it comes to telling people how he feels. So, he can’t even tell the Reader he loves her. He tries to forget, by dating other girls. Bringing home one girl, the Reader isn’t too happy.

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a/n: I’m kind of going through something rough at the moment, after messaging a friend how he’s doing, and that we should get together, message or talk some time. And I haven’t heard a thing. Ever since he’s been in a relationship he’s been distant. And that leaves me with, no friends really. So this fic spawned from that.

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Y/N entered Bobby’s house after she came back from a simple salt and burn case.

Her heart always skipped a beat when she saw Dean. Ever since she tagged with them after a hunt in Nebraska, she’s grown close to the older Winchester. An unbreakable friendship grew into something more, or so it seemed like for her. But this time, Dean had another lady by his side. A pretty blond girl.

The he held her close to his side, protective, sweet. She could read that he cared for her, this ditzy blond. The guys laughed, must have been in the middle of a conversation when she walked in and seen Dean kiss this girl on the cheek.

Y/N can feel her heart pounding hard in her chest, wanting to break out and explode for the whole room to see.

Just stay strong, don’t cry. Just your luck he doesn’t like you the way you like him. She thought.

Her luck with guys was never great. She always wanted something with her guy friends that she’d develop feelings for. But, they always turned her down, leaving her alone in the dust.

She clears her throat. Sam, Dean, Bobby and blondie all turned to see her.

“Ah, there she is.” Bobby says. “How’d it go?” he asked.

“Smooth as always, got another one for me.” She says. Her throat holding back any sobs that were threatening to surface.

This is harder than it looks. She thought.

“Actually, things are pretty quiet for now, but you said you were wanting to work on that mustang in the garage.” He said, he could see her hurting. He knew she hated Fords, give her a reason to smash it to bits.

“That’s right, I’ll be in the garage.” She says. Turning to head out, duffle still in hand.

She didn’t realize she was fast walking, her heart rate was stammering, and pounding hard in her chest harder than it did in the house. She needed to smash something, break something.

Behind the garage was an old ’65 Mustang Fast Back, barley recognizable, she’d use it as a punching bag so to speak. Her sledgehammer still sitting next to the wall, she picks it up hastily and begins whaling on the car.

-

It was dark out when her body gave out from slamming the hammer on the car all day long.

She sat on the ground facing the car, knees up to her chest.

“Face it, you won’t ever have the courage to tell guys how you feel.” She tells herself. She always talked to herself, it always helped with formalizing her thoughts. But when one of her greatest demons surfaces, it too uses her voice to get to her.

“She’s prettier than you, hell probably better at everything than you. Dean won’t leave her anytime soon.” She says. Tears beginning to surface.

“You’re 27, he’s 32, going to turn 33 soon. He must not like you because of your age. You’re probably nothing more than a sister to him.” She continues.

There was a pain in her chest, she hated feeling it when she hurt like this.

“First there was Ben in high school, then Dan in college, can’t forget David for messing with you either. So many guys just love playing with you, it’s pathetic to see how desperate you are for a guy.” She begins to sob, crying her words out. If anyone were near, they’d hear her.

And she didn’t forget that after she’d confess her feelings to said guys, they’d just leave her. Not be friends with her anymore. Thinking she was weird or makes them feel uncomfortable knowing such a deep secret of hers. Leaving her alone in the world.

“God, I wish I couldn’t feel anything. This is so annoying, and painful, I wish it would just stop.” She cried.

-

She woke up outside, tears dried up on her cheeks and crusted her eyelashes. She must have cried herself to sleep. She got up and headed back inside.

Dean was already up and making breakfast, Bobby and Sam must be in bed still.

He heard the screen door slam shut. Turning to find Y/N walking in with puffy swollen eyes.

“Mornin’,” he says, taking a second, more concerned glance. “You okay?” he asked.

She rubbed her eyes, to hide the evidence of yesterday. “Yes, I’m fine.” She snapped.

“Okay, miss grouchy, breakfast is almost ready.” He says.

“Not hungry.” She says. Walking upstairs.

She passed Dean’s room, seeing the door open a crack she caught sight of her, naked in bed. She could only imagine they did it, sex. He must really be in love with this girl. She just shook her head as she continued to her room next door to his.

Maybe it was time to move on. A sign, to just move on with your life. Do things your own way.

She stood in her room, staring blankly at her mess she left her before her salt and burn case. Only to hear a knock at her door bring her to reality. Dean opened it, despite her not answering. Seeing her standing there.

“Okay, spill it.” he says, entering. Leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. “No one’s not hungry first thing in the morning, and two, I did catch you with red swollen eyes when you walked in, you’re not okay.” He says.

“Dean, I don’t want to talk about it.” she says.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I don’t want to. I just want to be left alone while I do deal with it. okay.” She says.

“You don’t have to by yourself.” Dean says.

“I know, but I want to.” She says. “Now can you please leave me alone.” She adds.

“Just, holler if you need anything.” He says. Slowly unfolding his arms as he left, closing her door behind her.

She can hear talking in the hallway.

“Hey babe, everything okay?” his girlfriend asked.

“I don’t know what’s up with her, she and I used to talk about everything. Now, she won’t talk to me about what’s got her so upset.” Dean confides in her.

“Maybe it’s a girl thing, let me talk to her.” she says.

“You can try.” He says.

And like that, she heard a soft knock at her door. And opens.

“Hi, I’m Bonnie.” She says.

“Can you please leave me alone?” she groaned. “I just want peace and quiet.” She says.

“Is that all?” Bonnie asked. “Dean seemed pretty out of it when you two talked.” She says.

Y/N remained silent, nothing to say to her.

Bonnie sighs. “There’s no need to be a bitch and give me the silent treatment.” Bonnie says, upset.

“Leave.” Y/N says.

“Fine, suit yourself.” Bonnie says. “It’s all you’ll ever be, is alone.” She says closing the door.

She can hear mumblings of talking but it’s too far from her room.

She’s right, you’ll always be alone. She thought.

She couldn’t take this pain anymore. She quickly dressed in clean clothes, grabbing her purse she heads out. Storming through the kitchen. Leaving the gang puzzled by her behavior.

Speeding out of the lot she calls up one number of someone who might help her with her situation.

-

She walked into the empty bar finding Crowley sipping a martini.

“Ah, ferret, glad you could make it.” he says.

“Enough small talk, you know a way to make this pain go away. The pain I’ve told you about.” She asks.

“Yes I do,” he says. “But just know, you’re mine once it’s all said and done.” He adds.

“Fine, it’s not like I’ve got a choice or another way to make this hurt go away.” She says.

“Now, seal it, with a kiss darlin’.” He says.

She cringes as she forces her lips on his.

-

She had been texting them, letting them know she was okay and just hunting.

Dean being Dean saying he don’t like it she’s hunting alone.

She didn’t feel annoyed, or least bit concerned of him finding her.

She didn’t feel the pain of him being with someone else.

She even didn’t feel the need to eat or sleep.

She loved this.

In the time she would use to sleep, she would read, work out, knit, do whatever it was she wanted to do in that spare time.

Always moving is what kept her out of Dean’s reach, she caught word around from demons that Dean and Sam were out looking for her. She didn’t feel the need to be scared. She just wanted to hunt, explore, and grow. Apparently, at least to her, being soulless has its perks.

-

Dean and Sam couldn’t take it. After they lost Bobby, and Dean dumped Bonnie to go looking out for Y/N, they summoned Crowley.

“Squirrel, Moose, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked coyly.

“Y/N.” Sam says firmly.

“Where is she?” Dean barked.

“Oh, the ferret, she’s working.” He says.

The boys throw their hands up.

“For me.” Crowley adds.

“She what?” Dean asks.

“She works for you; she would never work for you.” Sam barked.

“Oh, well after a night of pain and hurt she couldn’t take it anymore, so. We made a deal.” He says.

“Pain and hurt? What are you on about Crowley?” Dean asked glaring him down.

“You really are oblivious to her and her feelings aren’t you squirrel?” Crowley asked.

“She can be a very affectionate person, but what’s that got to do with anything?” Dean asked.

“Maybe, that was her way of telling you something squirrel.” Crowley says. “She told me she loves you, more than just friends. And after you brought home that girl, it hurt her.” he adds.

“She told me she didn’t want to feel anything anymore, I knew a way, and we came to a deal. Her soul is in hell but, it’s off limits to torture. It’s in it’s own personal cage, alone. So no different than to her life up here.” He says.

Dean looked at Crowley, shocked but then pissed. “I’m gonna kill you.” He growls.

“Good luck with that.” He says. Then vanishes.

“We gotta find her.” Sam says.

“But how, she’s constantly moving. She won’t slow down.” Dean says.

“We hunt, maybe if we can corner her on a case, we can talk this out.” Sam says.

“Fine.” Dean says. Already growing impatient.

-

And that’s what happened. A vamp case popped up on both radars. And the three hunters flanked the vamps, killing them easily.

Dean got to see her for the first time in months.

They managed to get Cas to help out with getting her to stay put.

“Okay, you found me.” She says. No emotion on her face was a smack to Deans.

“Y/N, I know you have no soul, so I’m just going to get this out there.” Dean says.

Cas had practical hold on Y/N’s shoulders, keeping her still. Her arms folded across her chest.

“I’m sorry for hurting you the way I did. If I’d known you had feelings for me, I wouldn’t have gone out and brought home that bitch. All to make you jealous.” He admits.

She nods, not feeling anger.

“It actually makes sense, the way I saw you that day. You cried all night, I heard you just smashing the hell out of that car all night long. I was coming out to ask you if you were alright and I heard you crying.” He said. “I heard, well not a lot but enough to know I hurt you. I didn’t realize what had happened to you before you met us.” He adds.

But Y/N had no emotion written on her face.

“Now I know Y/N, she’d be in tears knowing that Dean understands her. But, we’ve gotten people out of deals with Crowley before. We’ll get you out of yours, get your soul back and get you back to feeling better again.” Sam says.

“But I like this. I don’t feel pain, I love it.” she argues.

“But do you want to feel what love feels like?” Dean asked. “Because I’ll shower you in love until the day I die.” He says.

They stood there in silence as she thought about it.

Cuddles, kisses, the compliments, sex and it’s after care. Deep down she did want to feel the love in all that. The warm and fuzzies people claim they feel when their partner tells them they love them, cuddles them, makes love to them, cares for them after sex. She does want to feel it.

“You feel the same way too?” she asked.

“I fell for you the second you saved me from that shape shifter that looked like you. It was trying to get in my head, and yours. And you didn’t let it. You comforted me all night. I fell for you; I just didn’t have the courage to tell you.” He said. His face unreadable, but she knew he was in pain. A pain she wanted to make go away.

“Okay, let’s get me out of Crowley’s deal, get my soul back. And then we’ll see how your Y/N reacts if she remembers all this. Because I’m sure she’ll be upset at first, but she’ll let you in to fix her up.” she says. She, even soulless, didn’t like seeing Dean in any kind of pain.

“How can you be so sure? I just broke her in a way I don’t think can be fixed.” Dean says. Tears of his own threatening to surface.

“Because, you may have broken her. But you’re the only one who can fix her.” she says.

-

“Not a very good hiding spot Crowley.” Dean says, holding a lighter over Crowley’s remains.

“Bullocks!” Crowley cursed. Then sighed with frustration. “What do you want squirrel?” he asked.

“Y/N’s soul back.” He said.

Crowley raised an eyebrow.

Y/N appeared before Crowley, coming from behind Dean. “Now Demon Boy.” She says, arms folding firmly across her chest.

“Fine. Your soul’s back, no repercussions.” He says. “Now, if you don’t mind, have to retrieve the ferrets soul.” He adds. Glaring at the demon trap.

Sam breaks it and Crowley vanishes. And returns moments later.

“Now you might want to lay down for this one, it will be rather painful.” He says.

-

‘I’ve fallen for you when you saved me from that shape shifter that looked like you.’

‘I’m so sorry sweetheart.’

‘Please, open your eyes. I need to know you’re okay.’

Dean’s voice can be heard in her coma like state. She even remembered when she was soulless what he said to her.

Just to make her jealous. She knew Dean wasn’t good with his words when it came to feelings and emotions. Because even in her comatose state she remembered the times she nearly died on a hunt, how pissed Dean would be at her.

It was because he cared. Maybe too much. So he’d push them away, thinking it would hurt less if something were to happen to them then the pain of their death wouldn’t be so bad. But he was wrong. It only hurt just as much.

She must be coming to, when she felt a warm pair of lips touch her temple. Delivering a cute peck of a kiss.

Her eyes fluttered a bit before opening. Seeing a very worried and tired Dean at her bedside.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, his hand cupping her cheek.

She smiles. Nodding with a hum.

He sighs with relief.

“I fell for you, the moment you saved me from that pack of werewolves in Nebraska.” She says.

“Well, you did need help.” He says, smiling a bit at the memory.

“Yeah, ‘cause everyday I’m, strugglin’” she began to sing a parody of ‘every day I’m shuffling’, changing shufflin’ to strugglin’.

Making Dean laugh, he scoops her up in his arms holding her close. She wraps her arms around his neck.

“I love you so much Y/N, and I’m not ever going to stop.” He says.

“Well then, let the shower of love begin handsome.” She say.

He smiles, ear to ear, happy she remembers the talk he had with her when she was soulless.

Their lips meet in a loving kiss as she cups his cheek, while he held her in his arms. Like the ending to a romcom chick flic.

~

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