#somekindcfhero

[holyunclean]

im a bit tipsy and all I want is for @eudximonia to love me like a cool kid, and @godforsakenthing and @gankingmonsters to know they’re some of my favs and @somekindcfhero to know they are legit too awesome for me?? and @poiscnblood to know they’re awesome, and umm…. @ all of you to know you are amaze, okay? okay

[thcrnypain]

&---( @somekindcfhero​ ) cont. here.

              “Isn’t me sticking by you boys enough for you to trust                  that I’m not trying to poison you? I’m offended.”

[ironandsteel-a]

@somekindcfhero (cont.)

of all the nights she chose to walk to work at the bar instead of riding her bike or taking her truck, it had to be tonight. and maybe it was wishful thinking on her part, that they same three assholes that had frequented the bar lately would give her a reprieve from their incessant flirting and grab-ass, but... no such luck. only this time, they stayed until last call. they hung out in the parking lot until all the lights went off in the parking lot, and she’d barely made it halfway back to her house on the other side of downtown when she realized they also were on foot and not all that far behind her. 

the flashing vacancy sign of the only motel in town had caught her eye and before she really thought about it, she found herself here, on dean’s doorstep, knocking loudly enough to wake up the people in the rooms on either side of him as well.

“yeah, please? thanks.”

she’s ducking under his arm and gripping tight to the firearm in her bag, only letting the butt of the gun go once he shuts the door firmly behind her.

“i am... so sorry t’wake you up, dean. i just... i didn’t really have anywhere else t’go? i guess? and i didn’t want them t’follow me home...” her voice trails off and she peeks out the window, hopes not to see those men waiting for her... again.

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

♡ --somekindcfhero

pre established relationships! || accepting@somekindcfhero

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to my muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

@somekindcfhero from { x } because vampire!dean

when he comes to, blinking away the, jesus, blinding light of the lamp and shaking the heavy fuzz from his head    it works and it doesn’t, everything is thick but clear, almost too clear    he knows immediately that he’s restrained. And im is just standing there, arms crossed and staring into him.

it’s the sudden, intense surge of bloodlust through his veins, his arteries, every atom in his body, every taste bud, that tells him he maybe didn’t escape that vamp fight unscathed. fuck.

fuck.

she smells perfect. it’s the way she smells when he’s got his regular ol’ joe schmo nose, but more    like heaven on earth wrapped in rushing pumps of blood under pale skin. already, his body is tight, tense, straining against his binds a little in her direction, drawn to her, and he thinks he can taste the copper of her on his tongue already. deep breath, dean. get the friggin’ facts straight, man.

                  “im, what   what the hell happened? last thing i remember is seein’, somethin’ flyin’ towards my fuckin’ skull, an’ then    ”

a twist in his restraints, tugging at them, and his eyes flick upwards to hers again. dean, but with an edge in them. like his own blood is beginning to heat and need in the presence of hers.

                  “c’mon, cut the rope here    i’ve been through this song an’ dance before, sweetheart, i can handle the blood-munchies    ”

The moment he begins to stir awake Im snaps to attention, eyes trained on the restraints keeping his hands behind the pillar, sharp gaze tracing every taut muscle and pained reaction as he meets her eyes. The light hurts, that much she can tell, and her heart sinks low into the pit of her stomach as his nostrils flare. She is now officially dealing with the worst case scenario. Well, maybe not worst. Slowly, she steps just a little closer, crouching just beyond the realm of his reach were he to snap the ropes pinning his wrists together. “ Now, I seem to recall someone tellin’ me not to trust anything a man says after ‘sweetheart’. ” A smile, but it’s just shy of real, not quite showing her teeth. She briefly wonders what she would see if he decided to show his.  God, every instinct pumping through her veins is screaming at her to soothe the tension she can feel building in his body, her hand itching to reach out and brush back a stray strand of hair from his forehead. Swallowing, Im shifts forward onto her knees, palms pressed tight against her thighs. “ It shouldn’t be too much longer. The main ingredient’s been taken care of     ” Her head tilts towards the bowl amid a clutter of other supplies in the corner, filled with a black liquid that had dripped down the sides and pooled on the cement floor. “      we’re just waiting for Sam to get back with the other stuff. ”

A moment of silence, teeth sunk deep into the swell of her lower lip, and Im’s hand comes up off her leg     pausing mid-air for a brief second     before she lets it come to rest on his knee with what she hopes is a comforting pressure.  “ Is it bad? ”

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

@somekindcfhero​ from { x }

                 “am i?

                 “‘cause from where i’m standin’, that douchebag was gettin’ a real good feel of who he was talkin’ to    sure that was all just part’a the cover you were pullin’, im?”

“Yes. What’s gotten into you lately? Seems like I haven’t been able to walk past a single person this week without you checkin’ for lipstick on my collar.”