#And then roughly fourteen years of therapy

[completeoveranalysis]

[7]

This might be an outright lie but SHE DESERVES TO GET AWAY WITH IT considering how many lies she’s being told all the time. SHE CAN HAVE THIS ONE FOR FREE. 

Yes I am a Sakura apologist why do you ask

MEANWHILE: SADNESS

It’s interesting that in this version Lava Lamp is consumed with the constant sadness that she could drop dead literally any moment, and so every single interaction he has with her is completely heartbreaking. Meanwhile in the Chapter 1 version of these events Syaoran WASN’T consumed by this sadness - there was no curse, there were no lies, there was no acting. But Sakura still (practically) dropped dead due to Evil Wolverine’s plans the very next day, and had to be put back together piece by piece. 

And oh how THAT must have sucked to watch through Syaoran’s eyes - to watch the happier, more carefree version of your life play out with an equivalent tragedy hitting Sakura around the same point in time. 

Especially after searching for (almost) SEVEN YEARS and not being able to prevent it. And then watching for another seven years for it to end the same way. 

Honestly Lava Lamp needs more than one hug at this point.

#Perhaps even more than two #Quick somebody get him a weighted blanket and some hot chocolate #And then roughly fourteen years of therapy #That’s a good place to start #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 199 #Lava Lamp Guy #Sakura #Which Sakura? #A Sakura #Not Sakura #And Chapter 1: again - for the first time! #What will happen in the big chapter 200? #…Sakura dying? #Probably Sakura dying right? #I guess we'll find out next time

[ivyprism]

The Mafia Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)

Warning: Death, fighting, etc, mafia stuff.

Maisie - Human OC

Personality: They are a warm and kind individual. They are really cooperative and patient. They are frequently shy and detached from the group. They remain to themselves and frequently avoid conflict. They know little about the mafia lifestyle and choose mercy. They are incredibly indecisive and fiercely protective of their relatives. Despite their regret, they are willing to verbally tear individuals apart in order to protect their friends and family. They have not met many people, but they have encountered a few. They are very good at reading the room and learning how to calm people down when in difficult situations.

Appearance: They have long black hair and red eyes. They're 8-years-old and their magic is red. They are roughly 4'6".

(They wear jeans to match.)

Ceara - Human OC

Personality: She is a warm-hearted, impetuous child. She wants to help people in need and sees the good in everyone. She feels embarrassed about her stutter and the crack in her skull. Despite this, she is quite confident yet lacks self-assurance in the majority of her selections. She feels self-conscious and looks up to her aunt Delilah. She sees kindness in every SOUL and works to bring it out more. She adores animals and is self-conscious of her stutter. Unfortunately, she can't stop it. She tries to be nice to everyone.

Appearance: She's 7-years-old and her magic is green. She has short white hair and green eyes. She has a scar on her right eye. She is 4'3" in this form.

(Striped of course!)

Delaney - Human OC

Personality: Delaney is blunt and direct. She does not back down from bouts and is an excellent fighter. She comes out as a little gruff on the outside. She has a history of being unpleasant, rude, and severe. Her connection with her sister is strained as a result of their biological mother's manipulation and control. She is going through intensive therapy. She doesn't back down when it comes to fighting. She is reluctant in her acts since she is concerned about hurting her sister. She moves rapidly and never gives up when the going gets difficult.

Appearance: She is fourteen years old. Her eyes are a shade of yellow. She has long strangely natural grey hair (commonly tied up in a bun.) She is 5'1". She has some old scars.

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#sd;pihgoeigh #info dump #info #lots of info #the mafia skeleton sisters' diner au #human ocs #children #children ocs #teenager ocs

[damagedrot]

THE PSYCHOSIS RECORDS.

subject , " lucy may quinnzel. " suffers heavy symptoms of schizophrenia , sharing in hallucinations of five male boyfriends. each with a different name , and appearance. she also shows symptoms of PTSD that she has had for roughly fourteen years now , suffering from her childhood when she experienced hearing gun - shots for the first time. she doesn't remember the rest of that night.

REHAB RESULTS.

Lucy Quinnzel has been with us for roughly one year , and in all her turns talking she spoke well about her addictions to drugs , and she mentioned her grand goals in life , she has always been charitable , and honest , however this last day on Halloween , she didn't show up for annual meetings, and then she stopped coming completely. leaving us early autumn. she had since returned , but with relapses.

THERAPY SESSIONS.

all therapy sessions have been successful , with all diagnoses revealing her PTSD, schizophrenia, and minor traits of depression. she has convided in the therapist DR. Wellington about her stay at home and how she hated having to move in with her aunt. about her struggles in school and about her failing jobs. she talked about her childhood and about all the moments she doesn't remember. namely one incident in which she remembers hearing a gunshot.

#🔪// headcanon. #hc #🔪// ooc. #heres some little things to keep in mind about her character

[realrmedspasblog]

Five Treatments to Restore the Radiance to the Face After the Year's Fatigue on the Skin

1:Dermabrasion:

Dermabrasion is a process that is carried out by a dermatologist or other qualified specialist. To remove the outer layers of your skin, they will first numb it with an exfoliating tool. Your body will produce fresher, younger skin cells once the damaged skin layers have been removed. Acne, acne scarring, UV damage, fine wrinkles, and an uneven skin tone can all be improved with dermabrasion.

Following this surgery, you can experience immediate redness, swelling, and irritation. Over the course of the following week, these adverse effects should subside. The effects of dermabrasion might endure for years.

2:Resurfacing with laser:

Repeated light pulses are applied to the same area of skin during laser resurfacing. There are two ways the laser functions. It does this by first removing the damaged skin's outer layer and making room for new skin cells to grow there. Second, the heat from the laser stimulates the synthesis of collagen, a protein that keeps skin tight and smooth. The surgery, carried out by a dermatologist or plastic surgeon, can take up to two hours and will remove warts, birthmarks, fine lines, wrinkles, and acne scars. A distinct kind of laser therapy is utilised to treat Rosacea of the skin.

The early aftereffects of laser resurfacing include a reddening of the skin as well as a temporary increase in photosensitivity. To prevent additional sun damage, be careful to apply SPF every day. Long-lasting results are possible.

3:Chemical Peels:

In order to make the skin seem better, chemical peels are used. It can improve skin tone and radiance all around and treat sun spots, acne scars, dark freckles, wrinkles, and acne spots. A dermatologist will provide chemical peels, which can range from light to deep. Applying a chemical solution to the skin causes blistering and peeling of the skin. The skin beneath will have a younger, more even tone, and will be brighter once that top layer peels off.

Your skin will require bandaging immediately after the operation for a number of days in order to prevent problems or infection at the spot. Skin will blister, harden, and peel off during the following seven to fourteen days. The effects of medium-depth chemical peels can persist up to a year, whereas deep peels can last up to ten years.

4:Botox:

The chemical botulinum toxin is another treatment where a doctor injects it into facial muscles. To reduce facial wrinkles and fine lines, which are the most prevalent uses of Botox. Muscles briefly paralyze and relax after receiving a Botox injection. The creases look better after doing this because they loosen and soften.

Bruising, headaches, dry eyes, moderate soreness, and muscular weakness are just a few of the Botox's adverse effects. The effects endure for three to six months.

5:Microdermabrasion:

A less aggressive kind of dermabrasion is microdermabrasion. Once more, a certified skincare expert performs the treatment. It takes roughly 30 minutes to complete and involves utilising a gadget to rub tiny stones into the skin. To see long-lasting results, microdermabrasion's should be done five to sixteen times. Sunspots, acne scars, sunspots, and skin tone can all be improved.

Redness and swelling may develop after microdermabrasion's as well. One microdermabrasion treatment's effects can persist for about 30 days. To obtain longer-lasting improvements, specialists advise undergoing many treatments.

#beauty #skinsuit #fan skin #laser hair reduction #therapy

[certified-anakinfucker]

“Hurt” for the WIP ask?

oh boy let's see where my most ancient wips are, because i've realized now that none of my wips are..... concrete real wips. i just kinda start writing shit and drop it in a channel and forget about it. whoops. but i can search and see the last time i said "hurt"???

Satine only softens her gaze and “This is why I had to leave. You still love me, and this hurts you.”

(context under the cut!)

So, this comes from me looking at the story between Satine and Obi-Wan and being entirely sick of it. SO I'm throwing most of it right in the trashcan.

Satine, for starters, is no longer erasing Mandalorian warrior culture in the name of "peace and prosperity"; she was born and raised Kalevalan (which I can only assume Kalevala has long-since held royalty > war standards but at their core remember they are Mandalorians) as well as Bo-Katan, and the two brothers they also share. Blah blah blah, their father is assassinated, and their mother employs a divide and conquer plan to keep her children from suffering the same fate.

In short, Satine is sent to Coruscant to learn diplomacy where there are more guards to deal with and less opportunities to kill her. She meets Obi-Wan when Qui-Gon insists they need to go on a field trip to escort her safely, and yes - Obi-Wan and Satine fall in love. They're both well aware that they're two stupid teenagers in love with the last person in the galaxy they should be loving.

But once things uh. Ahem. Get a little steamy, Satine suddenly breaks things off with him and disappears. She does not contact him for roughly fifteen years. They do not see each other again until Obi-Wan, now a Jedi Ambassador to his Master's Jedi Diplomat, and realizes oh. He never stopped being in love with her.

(And to be fair to Obi-Wan, here's his deal - yes Qui-Gon was murdered on Naboo by Darth Maul. But the following events were greatly altered: - Obi-Wan was not appointed as Anakin's Master. Grandmaster Windu did not give one fuck about what Qui-Gon's dying wish was, because Obi-Wan is a 25 year old Padawan who has not had a lick of proper training and has been abandoned on a battlefield multiple times in his childhood. Anakin was given to another Master able to properly help him hone his power while Obi-Wan was checked into therapy and also given a new Master, who very effectively dads him and helps as best he can.) So he's seeing her again for the first time in fifteen years, and with Mandalore choosing neutrality - he had heard very little news besides a Duchess being appointed alongside the Mand'alor Bo-Katan Kryze. He could have only guessed that the Duchess was Satine, but was never strong enough to go looking for answers. He also saw a fourteen year old child doing some very familiar :thinking: poses..

She's still initially very cold and curt with him, because through her visor she can see how he lurches forward and wants to run right to her. She holds up a hands and tells him "business first", and runs the meeting with Master Drovaddal (Obi-Wan's new Master and the Diplomat) before dismissing everyone at its adjourning and summoning Obi-Wan to her side.

And there's the moment when he's wanting to ask a million questions, all of them racing behind his eyes, but one look at Satine answers them all. When she removes her glove and places a hand to his cheek, her heart breaks a little more when Obi-Wan moves into her touch. Because they're both still in love with one another, and both wish that things could have been just a little different in their favors.

But, they both have duties they cannot abandon. Satine had to leave and keep him in the dark or else Obi-Wan would have abandoned the Order and left no one in his place.

PERHAPS I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THEM and obligatory tags - @chiafett @purgetrooperfox @keys-to-the-stars since you all like me fixing this shit

#cheeri writes #cheeri's asks #cheeri's ocs #because fuck you they're my ocs now #can't believe i have to tag this #obitine #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x satine #satine kryze #but make them actually have sense and yearning but understand they cannot abandon duty #because if you think about it #if satine abandoned her duty she would be dar'manda #if obi-wan abandoned his duty he could very well cascade the war #and neither of them want that bc both of them know it #and fun fact for yall #neither of them are white #no one gets to be white #none of that in this household

[ohhipstaplease]

Strawberry Sugar | NH

In which an uncharacteristically bashful Naruto finally realizes he’s in love with Hinata over a slice of strawberry shortcake.

nsfw | semi-canon divergence | ongoing

Read: Ao3 / FFN

Chapter 1

They say it takes about three seconds to fall in love with someone, but how long does it take to be reciprocated? That was exactly the question that Hinata Hyuga asked herself time and time again.

Ever since she had blatantly admitted her love to the boy she had been fawning over since their schoolyard days, she had realized that perhaps if it didn't happen within those three minuscule seconds, it never would. After all, love was something you either felt or you didn't, and clearly her golden boy, well, it seemed as if he felt the latter.

Hinata's cheeks reddened at the thought of her confession. It had come at the most unexpected, and perhaps, most inappropriate times—right at the cusp of the Fourth Shinobi World War. To be completely fair, she had believed that she would not survive the battle. She had really thought that was the final stand for her, and who better to take it for. She was willing to put his life before hers, the whole village was. Ultimately, he was the one who would save the entirety of the nation. What was one for many? But before she confronted her own mortality, she only thought it right to make it clear to him why she was willing to so easily die for him.

But he didn't understand. Or rather, he did, but not to the extent that Hinata had hoped. Quite clearly she was alive and well. The sun shined, the birds chirped loudly, and the familiar smells of the various shops preparing for the breakfast rush surrounded her. But still, even though she had made her confession, even though she had been on the brink of death right alongside him, nothing had changed.

She had thought that the moment would bring clarity, not only to her but to the boy who had been the reason she had become the woman she was now. But it had been over a year and he had not said a word about the matter. But, then again, it was in the middle of a battle, so you know, emotions run high. He could have written it off to that whole thing about being confronted with your mortality and saying things you don't wholeheartedly mean in the heat of the moment. Or he could have confused the love she had confessed to him for one similar to that of which he felt for his longtime rival Sasuke. You know, the sibling kind of love that has nothing amorous or passionate to do with it? That's the one.

Why did Hinata think that? Well for starters Naruto had taken to calling her for trivial things, things that honestly did not put her anywhere other than in the friend zone. From walking him back to his apartment after his physical therapy, to just helping him pick out a new rug for his too-cold wooden floor, Naruto had, perhaps without realizing, told Hinata what he had thought of her declaration without saying a word.

Hinata constantly ran various scenarios through her head, but all she could come up with was that Naruto simply didn't reciprocate what she felt for him. That she had to let it go.

And just as she ran that thought through her mind for the billionth time, she found herself bumping into Sakura Haruno, one-third of Team 7, and currently, one of Naruto's closest confidants.

"Hinata! It's been so long"

Hinata's lavender eyes widened in surprise as she saw a blur of pink and maroon before feeling a pair of strong, almost too strong, arms around her shoulders.

"Sa-Sakura-chan"

"Yes?"

"You're hurting me"

Sakura stepped back and laughed loudly, a big smile upon her face. Her cherry blossom colored hair was slightly askew, her clothes a little worn, clearly she was coming back from some mission or another she had most likely been sent on.

"How are you?" Sakura asked, taking hold of Hinata's hand.

Hinata curled her fingers around her friend's and smiled, "I've been alright. Hanabi's birthday is tomorrow, I just wanted to make sure that we had her favorite strawberry shortcake at home."

Sakura nearly squealed, "She's getting so big! I can't believe she's turning fourteen!"

"I know," Hinata exclaimed, "I can barely believe it myself."

"Are you heading to the bakery? I'll walk with you, I need some things myself. My fridge is completely empty! Can you believe I went home expecting to have at least instant ramen in the cupboard and I found absolutely nothing?"

"Oh, you need to take better care of yourself," Hinata said, concern clearly etched upon her face.

"Tell that to Naruto. You know he's planning on going on missions soon? I don't know who in their right mind would clear that, Tsunade-sama hasn't even finished working on his arm. I really don't know what to do with him."

"Hmm," Hinata mumbled, blushing and looking down at the gravel under her feet.

Sakura held back a chuckle, "He still hasn't said anything, has he?

"About?"

"You know what about."

"I-I uh."

"Don't get all worked up," Sakura said, looking at her friend's changing complexion. Beads of sweat began to form upon Hinata's forehead, and her once smooth and warm hand became clammy at the mention of Naruto's name.

"I-I'm not."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, then tell me why you're going out with Naruto, again, if he has not mentioned anything about what happened."

Hinata didn't want to seem rude, but she let go of Sakura's hand to push back her too-long bangs off of her forehead, "He needed some help picking out a gift for Lord Hokage-sama."

"Ah, yes. He did say he had his eye on something for Kaka—I mean lord sixth. God, baka, I keep forgetting."

"It's okay. I'm sure Lord Hokage doesn't mind. You were a part of his team."

Hinata said, recalling how uneasy the Sixth Hokage had been in the first place in regards to his new title and position.

"Yeah, but formalities are formalities. He's not just my sensei anymore, you know?"

Hinata nodded, "I understand, Sakura-chan."

"You always do," Sakura said, unintentionally rolling her eyes.

Hinata stiffened, wondering what she had done to insult her friend, "What does that mean?"

"If you keep being this understanding, you're never going to get anywhere."

Hinata understood, of course, she did. She and Sakura had spoken about this time and time again, but she didn't have the heart to fight her today. So she simply responded, "I don't know what you could possibly-", only to be cut off by the pink-haired girl.

"You know exactly what I mean, Hinata. Please, just talk to him. You mustered the courage to say something all that time ago. Why not again?"

"Because..."

"Because?"

Hinata avoided looking at Sakura's too intense stare and mumbled, "What if he rejects me? What if he didn't say anything because he really just wasn't interested."

"Oh, please."

"What?"

"He's interested."

"How could you be so sure?"

Sakura shrugged, "Sometimes you just know."

"And if he isn't?" Hinata asked.

Sakura jokingly drew her fist roughly to her hand, "Need I say anything else?"

Hinata gulped knowing Sakura's strength, "Please don't hurt him."

"If he doesn't hurt you, then I don't have to," Sakura said sweetly.

"Oh, Sakura-chan."

"Never mind me, let's go get that strawberry shortcake. I have to be back by noon, I promised Shizune I'd take over so she can take a break," She said, linking her arm through Hinata's and turning them both in the direction of the bakery.

Hinata chewed the side of her cheek, careful not to draw blood...again. She didn't know how'd she muster the courage once more, but Sakura was right. Something had to be done.

————————————————————-

Hinata arrived home within the hour, strawberry shortcake in hand. She had spent the better part of the morning in an inner debate, wondering whether or not she should once and for all just re-confess to Naruto.

"Oneechan?"

Hinata's head snapped up as she saw her younger sister walk into the kitchen, with the cake still in plain sight. Hinata quickly stepped in front of it, in hopes that Hanabi would not see it.

"H-hi!" She said, excitedly waving her hands.

Hanabi tilted her head slightly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just fine." Hinata leaned against the counter in hopes of looking more relaxed.

"Did you go out?"

"Yes. I ran into Sakura."

"Oh, that's nice."

"How was your training?" Hinata asked, not moving an inch.

"Fine. You know how it is with otousan. Can't even take a day off for my birthday."

"He only wants the-"

"Best for me. I know Onee-chan, I know," Hanabi finished with a sigh.

"Well, at least tonight we can all have dinner together," Hinata tried, with a smile.

Hanabi nodded and walked towards the water pitcher on the table, "Did you run into anyone else while you were out?"

"Oh, no. Just Sakura."

"Not Naruto?" She asked as she poured her glass of water.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Well, you two have been hanging out quite a bit."

"He's needed help with some things, you know?"

"I do. And I also think that considering you confessed to him-"

Hinata sighed, "Why does everyone keep saying that."

"Because you did it! You confessed to him!"

"Shhh! Otousan is going to hear, Hanabi."

"Oh, like he hasn't already. It's only been going around the entire village."

"No, it hasn't!"

Hanabi smirked, her violet eyes twinkling mischievously, "If you two are so close, why don't you just call him up and tell him you want to see him."

"Why would I do that?"

"So that you can confess to the stupid idiot again."

"Hanabi!"

"Hinata, please, the entire village is on edge waiting for you two to finally just get over yourselves and get it on with it."

"What!?"

"Just call him so we can cut the cake, please."

"You knew?" Hinata asked, looking behind her.

"Oh please," Hanabi said in her sweetest voice, "I knew you were getting it the moment you said you were going into town. Now please, call him and so you two can finally just get married."

"We're just friends!" Hinata said her pale face reddening.

"Right. Friends that are probably going to have babies together."

"Get out!"

"Cake? Soon?"

"Out, Hanabi!"

Hinata rubbed her temples as she avoided the general direction of the phone. She knew what she needed to do, it was as easy as picking up the phone and dialing a number.

"Just do it already!"

Hinata turned to see Hanabi peering at her from the doorway, "Fine!"

"I'm not leaving until you do it."

Hinata walked over to the phone on the wall, tentatively grabbed it, and slowly typed in the numbers she clearly knew by heart. It wasn't until Hanabi heard Naruto's unmistakable voice on the other line that she turned on her heel and left Hinata to make plans with him for the next day.

#naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #naruto #naruto uzumaki #hinata hyuga #naruto shippuden #naruto gaiden #naruhina fluff #naruhina fanfic recs #naruhina smut #ao3 writer #ffn.net #naruto x hinata #naruto fanfiction

[fingergunsbidean]

A Journey in Bisexuality

Word Count: 4.3k Pairings: Dean/Castiel (main), Dean/OMC, Dean/Lee, Dean/Garth Warnings: Underage feelings for Harrison Ford, internalized homophobia, mentions of homophobia but no homophobic actions are done towards Dean, drunken kissing, NSFW elements but no smut, alcoholism implied, and mentions of John Winchester’s A+ parenting, but no actual interactions with him. Summary: A character study of Dean and his journey with discovering and accepting his bisexuality.

Note: I was NEVER actually planning on posting this. I’m NOT a fic writer lol. I actually wrote this as a self paragraph in a 1x1 ten months ago, but I thought we could all use some Dean going to therapy and healing after that finale, so here we are. 

Dean is fourteen when he starts looking at Harrison Ford differently. It’s not just him, it’s all his favorites, but right now it’s all about Harrison Ford. 

His dad is on a hunt in the next town over, leaving Sam and Dean in some cheap motel. For once, he’s not itching to join him, because the local cable is having an all day Harrison Ford marathon, starting with Star Wars and ending with Indiana Jones.

He’s always admired the guy. He’s good looking, knows how to handle a gun, wears an awesome hat, and always wins the hot girl in the end. 

The thing is that Dean always wanted to be him, and as he watches Indi somersault out of the way of an oncoming boulder, he still does, but there’s something more there tonight that he hasn’t noticed in the past.

His cheeks feel flushed and there’s heat tickling underneath his skin. At first, he thinks he’s getting a fever or something and moves over to the other bed, just in case he’s contagious. 

The space does nothing to help Dean though, and his pink cheeks grow bright red when Indiana kisses Willie in Temple of Doom. As the music swells, and he lowly says the words “primitive sexual practices,” Dean finds that he’s picturing himself in Willie’s place, with Harrison Ford looming over him and dipping down to kiss him deeply.

The realization of what he’s doing crashes into him, leaving him a little sick to his stomach as he snatches the remote and turns the TV off abruptly. He swallows roughly to chase away the sick feeling and gives Sam a feigned apologetic look. 

“I–uh–think I’m gettin’ sick or something. I’m going to bed,” He says. But hours after the lights are turned off and he’s buried under the covers, he’s still wide awake.

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is seventeen, and this is the longest they’ve stayed in one place since he watched their house in Lawrence disappear from the backseat in the Impala. 

When their dad took on a pretty big case in Florida, he left the Sam and Dean with Bobby, and then…just kind of left them there. It’s been three months. At first he was pissed. He’s old enough to go on hunts with his dad. He’s been on plenty, while Sam was safely hidden away in a motel.

“You gotta watch over Sammy,” John said, like he always does when Dean asks to go.

It felt like a shitty excuse at the time, but now he can’t imagine being away from his little brother this long, and while he’ll never admit it, he’s glad he left them with Bobby.

For the first time, Dean actually knows the names of the other kids in his class. He has decent grades, and he’s even considering trying out for the baseball team. 

Sammy seems happy too. Dean has seen the poor kid get ripped away from school after school, trying to keep his sobs quiet in the backseat as their dad drove away from yet another town. He hates himself for thinking of it, but when he sees how settled Sam is at Bobby’s, he hopes their dad doesn’t come back.

And maybe he’s happy too, and he tries not to feel guilty, but it’s not like his dad will ever know. Whenever he shows up for them, Dean will follow with a “yes, sir,” like he always does. 

Until then, he just lets himself be a normal seventeen year old for once. He even found a group of friends and everything, a few guys from his gym class. There’s Matt, Jordan, and Aaron with the too blue eyes, or at least that’s what he calls him in his head. As if he’d ever have the nerve to call him that aloud.

Thoughts about boys creep up on him like itch, dull at first but the more he ignores it the more insistent it becomes. When he first noticed these…feelings, he told himself, “It’s a celebrity crush, it’s fine. Everyone gets those.” But then it grew into, “It’s just some stranger in a diner, it’s fine. You’ll never see him again,” and now it’s, “It’s just your good looking friend, it’s fine.”

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.

It’s not fine, but Dean pushes it down and pretends it’s not there. Besides, he hasn’t stopped noticing girls. If anything, he’s notices them more. As long as that’s the case, there’s no reason to act on these feelings or even acknowledge them. 

His dad doesn’t want a whole lot from him. He wants him to protect Sam and be a good hunter, but Dean sure as hell knows what he doesn’t want for him, and that’s being with another guy like that, especially when he’s still attracted to girls. He’s seen the way his dad looks at gay guys, heard the comments he makes under his breath, and there’s no way that’s the kind of life he wants for his sons.

So, every time Aaron gives him the kind of smile that makes his chest warm or he finds himself staring too long, he reminds himself of all the reasons why this can’t be a thing. And just because Dean is thinking things he shouldn’t be, doesn’t mean Aaron is too.

He needs that reminder right now as the four of them are packed together in a crowded movie theater, seeing Scream. At some point, Aaron scooted closer to Dean’s side, pressing their shoulders together. 

The screams from the crowd sound like a dull roar in his ears when Aaron’s pinky brushes against his, and he holds his breath as he slowly tangles them together, until they’re practically holding pinkies. 

He should rip his hand away, he even stiffens as he prepares himself to, but then his shoulders sag as he leans further into the touch. He doesn’t want to pull away. His eyes burn as he stares fixedly at the screen with how badly he doesn’t want to pull away.

They stay like that for the rest of the movie, sneaking glances at each other, but keeping the touch to just their shoulders and pinkies. When the credits roll, Dean finally pulls away, stretching as he stands to try and come off as casual as possible. 

They toss their popcorn in the trash and talk about the movie as they head out of the theater. Matt and Jordan give them a quick pat on the shoulders before heading off, and before Dean can go searching for Bobby’s truck in the parking lot, Aaron grabs his elbow to keep him from leaving.

“Dean?” His blue eyes flicker from Dean’s face to the ground nervously, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Like without Matt and Jordan.”

Dean feels his throat close as he struggles to get air in his lungs, worried that his popcorn might come back up. He doesn’t know why he’s acting like this. There’s nothing wrong with hanging out just the two of them, but from the way Aaron’s blushing he has a feeling it’s more than that.

“You mean like…” He trails off, unsure if he can even say it, but Aaron beats him to it.

“Like a date, yeah. I don’t know if you–if you’re–well, I thought I’d try, at least,” He gives a nervous look as he braves meeting Dean’s gaze.

His first instinct is to be furious, to fly off the handle at him for even daring to assume that Dean isn’t anything but straight, to tell him he doesn’t swing that way and storm off, maybe even get a punch in, but he’s frozen. 

Despite all his promises to himself that he wouldn’t ever acknowledge this thing that follows him around, he starts entertaining the idea of letting himself have this. His dad is on the other side of the country, he’ll never find out. Nobody has to know if they keep it to themselves. He can just try it this once to get it out of his system and then stick to girls.

“Yeah, okay,” Dean chokes out before he even fully gives himself permission to, and he knows he needs to leave now before he chickens out, “I gotta go. Uh–I’ll call you.” Aaron lets out a huge, relieved breath before giving Dean one of those grins that make his insides squirm with delight, and he smiles back, giving him a playful wink before walking away.

He spends the drive back to Bobby’s going between panic and excitement, planning out potential date ideas but also rehearsing ways to turn Aaron down. As he pulls into the Salvage yard and sees the Impala, he realizes it’s all for nothing and feels strangely numb. It’s time for the next hunt, and he knows with absolute certainty that he’ll never see Aaron again. It’s for the best, he tells himself. 

Who was he fucking kidding anyway?

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is twenty-one and drunk on the beach. His vision is a little fuzzy, and when he looks up at the sheer amount of stars in the pitch black sky, he feels dizzy, causing him to stumble into the body beside him.

“Watch it, brother. You don’t wanna eat sand,” A husky voice laughs as he grips Dean’s shoulders with strong hands to steady him.

Lee can’t fill the hole that Sam left when he went off to Stanford, but having him around helps him feel a little less like he’s suffocating. John swung by Texhoma in hopes to recruit his old buddy for a hunt, but got his son instead. Dean and John were glad for the turn of events for different reasons. His dad admired how strong of a fighter Lee was, his training precise enough for John’s Marine standards.

Dean just admired him, in general. He’s having a hell of a time ignoring it when his dad is always there. Maybe, it’s just his paranoia talking, but it feels like he’s watching Dean too closely, noting how he acts around Lee. Which is what inspires their first escape from John Winchester in a slew of rowdy drunken activities. 

After he caught them wasted in a middle of a hunt, they started being more discreet about it, so while John was dead asleep in his motel room, the two of them snuck off to a bar and then stumbled their way to the closest beach.

Lee’s hands on his shoulders make him feel both grounded but also like he’s teetering over the edge of a cliff. The moon illuminates his face from where it’s hovering near Dean’s, his blue eyes boring into his. 

In his drunken state, he forgets what they were talking about, or if they were even talking at all, and all those walls he’s been building around himself for the past decade feel flimsy, like the slightest nudge will knock them all down.

Dean’s gaze flickers wildly over his face before landing on a piece of hair that fell over his eyes. “You have sand in your hair,” He drunkenly giggles and lifts a hand to pull the sand out before tucking the errant hair behind Lee’s ear. Instead of dropping his hand like he planned to, he cups his friends cheek instead, his thumb absently brushing over his soft skin.

“Dean,” Lee breathes, low and rough, and it sends a tingle down his spine.

“Hey,” He answers, because it feels like the right the thing to say in the moment, or maybe he just doesn’t know what the hell to say when they’re standing this close and he wants nothing more than to just close the remaining distance, give into this want that’s been burning in his chest for years.

Something like recognition shows in Lee’s eyes before he clasps the back of Dean’s neck and draws him down to seal their lips together in a tentative kiss. It’s more gentle and hesitant than his actual first kiss, but it makes his entire body practically sing. 

He hears a desperate noise over the sound of the waves, and he thinks it might’ve come for him, but he doesn’t care. He can beat himself up for that later, but for now, he sighs against Lee’s lips and deepens the kiss, letting himself have this.

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Lee is the longest relationship he’s ever had, which is pretty sad, considering it lasts for about a month. But in that month, they find creative ways to sneak around his dad and even get caught up in some kind of wild orgy with triplets. 

It all crashes and burns when a case in Arizona goes horribly, horribly wrong, and Lee can’t just move past it. He quits hunting and leaves Dean to go back home, giving him one last lingering kiss before he drives away.

With hardly anything more than a dismissive grunt, John leaves shortly after, deciding Dean is finally old enough to hunt on his own, and that they’ll cover more ground to find whatever killed mom if they split up. The fact that his dad trusts him to do this on his own should be enough to fill him with pride, but it feels more like punishment, and for the first time in his life, he’s completely alone.

A week after Lee and his dad left, he’s sitting in the parked Impala, dialing Sam’s number.

“Heya, Sammy,” He greets his brother, trying to keep his voice as nonchalant and cheerful as possible. 

They talk about Sam’s homework and friends, and Dean tells him about some interesting hunts, leaving out the most recent one. He doesn’t tell him about dad leaving, but Lee is on the tip of his tongue. Part of him wants to tell Sam–to get this weight off his shoulders, for one more person to know, so it doesn’t feel like some big fever dream.

“Sam,” He starts, his tone suddenly serious. “I’m…” He stops. He’s what? He’s not gay, but he obviously ain’t straight either. But who says he has to label himself right this second though? He can just tell him about Lee. “I…” He tries again, but the words just don’t come.

That time he agreed to go on a date with Aaron, he told himself it’d be a one time thing to get it out of his system, and while this wasn’t Aaron, that’s what Lee can be. A one time thing. Something that Sam doesn’t need to know about.

“I gotta go. Take care of yourself, okay?”

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is thirty and fucking grateful for it. It’s 2009, and not 2014. He still has time to fix this. When he whips around and sees Cas standing there on the empty street, there’s a look on his face that Dean can only describe as tenderness, and that makes him believe he really can fix this.

“That’s pretty nice timing, Cas,” Dean breathes shakily, overwhelmed by the sheer relief that this Cas is his Cas, not the version he left in 2014.

“We had an appointment,” Cas replies, and there’s so much warmth in his gravely voice that Dean wants to chase it and hold it close to his chest. 

He feels his face do something that’s probably too open and too fond, but he doesn’t do anything to mask it. Instead, he firmly rests a hand on the angel’s shoulder and looks him straight in the eye before saying, “Don’t ever change.”

Dean wouldn’t say Cas has much variety in his facial expressions, so the hint of a smile he gets in return feels huge. It reaches his eyes more than his lips, and something about that makes it more genuine. 

This isn’t the first time Dean felt something after prolonged eye contact with the guy, far from it, but it’s usually a shock of heat or desire–this is something else entirely. He just wants to find more ways to earn looks like this, which seems impossible with the apocalypse around the corner, but he wants to try.

It’s been nearly a decade since he told himself he wouldn’t let himself act on feelings for another man, but shit has changed. His dad is dead, and that’s not enough to erase the shame that still washes over him any time he accidentally checks out another dude, but John Winchester is not an excuse anymore. 

The world is ending, isn’t this the best time to say fuck it and try?

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is thirty-two, and he’s very naked, and very sticky. He curses himself under his breath for not taking the time to clean up before passing out, but he must’ve worn himself out. 

For a second he forgets where he is or who he was with the night before, but when he cracks an eye open, he sees peeling yellow wallpaper from the ugly ass motel room he’s been staying in. He blindly reaches a hand out behind him and makes contact with an equally naked and sticky body.

“Hey, watch the hand,” A very familiar voice laughs from behind him, causing Dean to whip around in surprise, wincing at the soreness that follows.

“Garth?” He asks wearily.

“Yeah, who else? We didn’t even drink last night, don’t pull the forgotten one night stand act with me, Dean Winchester,” Garth chastises him gently, propping himself up on his elbow as he smiles down at him.

Dean blinks a few times to try and wake himself up, and when he’s feeling a little less disoriented, the night before comes back to him–and, oh yeah, he remembers it. Who would’ve thought a little guy like Garth could be such a firecracker in bed? Maybe, he somehow sensed that about him, and that’s why he was so eager to find out.

In the short time he’s known Garth, he wouldn’t say he’s had many dirty thoughts about him. He didn’t have many thoughts about anyone these days, not since Cas…Dean quickly ends that train of thought there. The nightmares are enough. 

The thing with Garth just kind of happened, between the goodbye hugs, and the comments about how good he smells, the little smiles he keeps sending Dean’s way, he figured why the hell not?

He wasn’t disappointed with his choice either. Garth was surprisingly strong and confident, which are all things Dean likes in his partners. He just wouldn’t usually go for someone he sees so often–makes things awkward.

“I remember,” He gives a quiet laugh before clearing his throat awkwardly, looking from Garth’s bare chest to the sheets. “Look, Garth, I–uh–I’m not really looking for a relationship or anything,” He begins, and it feels so overused and rehearsed. 

He hates having this talk, which is why he usually sticks to waitresses or women, and the occasional man that he won’t ever see again. He doesn’t want to shoot Garth down, but after Cas–he just thought things would be different by now. He thought they would be different now, but that hope died when he pulled Cas’s soaking trench coat out of the water.

He doesn’t know what he kind of response he expects, but it’s definitely not for him to throw his head back with a loud laugh. “Oh, Dean, I should’ve known you’d be this funny the morning after. Look at you, trying to give me the it’s not you, it’s me talk. We’re fine, buddy. Just two guys looking for a night of fun,” He shakes his head and gives Dean’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Dean feels his entire body sag in relief, and now that, that awkwardness is out of the way, he feels his body react to Garth’s close proximity, the memory of the night before has him ready to go all over again. 

Resting a hand on the hunter’s naked hip, he leans in until their noses brush, “In that case, round two?” He asks, his voice practically a quiet purr.

“Round two,” Garth agrees before pulling him in for a heated kiss.

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

“I don’t know. I guess that was the first time I did something like that without feeling guilty after. I didn’t really even think about the fact that he was a dude that time,” Dean recounts, picking at a stray thread on his jeans.

He’s forty-one and the world is still turning. Chuck is gone, Jack and Eileen are back, Cas is human, Sam is okay, and everything should be fine. But it turns out that peace on earth doesn’t erase decades worth of repression and trauma.

It took storming out of a few therapist’s office before he found the right one. Dr. Williams, or Charlotte, is pretty nice, so far. She listens to all his stories that would sound absolutely insane to an outsider, and hardly bats an eye. 

Usually, they talk about Hell or Michael, but somehow the subject shifted to his history with men today, starting with him telling her about the ring he got Cas for Christmas. The one he almost didn’t give him–the ring that isn’t an engagement ring despite the looks Sam keeps giving him, but hopefully isn’t just a friendship ring either.

“And how do you feel now? With Castiel? Do you still feel ashamed of your feelings or sexuality?” She asks calmly as she looks up at him over her notebook.

Dean grimaces at that word–sexuality. He’s had so many years to accept the fact that he isn’t straight, that he likes men too, that he more than likes a particular man specifically. 

Still, he can’t get himself to say the actual word, not even in his own head. His old man has been dead for thirteen years, and it still feels like he’s looming over his shoulder whenever he even considers it. 

Sometimes, he wishes he told him when he accidentally wished him back into existence, but he’s glad he didn’t. Of all the people who deserve to hear it first, it’s not his dad. The fact that he even thinks that, tells him these sessions are doing something.

“Sometimes…yeah,” Dean mutters and nervously licks his lower lip, “I know my family won’t care. Hell, they probably already know, but I don’t know. I just can’t shake it, I guess.”

“You don’t have to come out,” Charlotte tells him, and her voice isn’t too gentle like some of the other Therapist’s were, but it’s not too matter-of-fact either, which is why he likes her so much. 

“Not with an official statement, at least. You should do what you’re comfortable with. Like, next time you watch Star Wars, instead of keeping all those thoughts about Harrison Ford to yourself, say them aloud.”

Dean merely raises a brow in response, he’s pretty sure nobody wants to hear what he has to say about Harrison Ford. He’s come up with way too many jerking off fantasies to that guy. Most of his thoughts are something along the lines of, “I’d sell my soul to fuck Harrison Ford.”

Charlotte seems to catch on quick and lets out an amused snort, “The safe for work version.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure there is a safe for work version,” Dean points out and waggles his brows suggestively before dropping the act and sagging a little in his seat, his face going blank in thought.

“I know that uh–that being bisexual is okay,” He stammers out and rubs the back of his neck as it prickles with nerves, “Which is what I am, I mean, bisexual. I’m just trying to believe that it is.” 

It’s the first time he actually said it, and it wasn’t nearly as terrifying as he thought it would be. He still feels sick with anxiety, and like he wants to drink an entire bottle of whiskey when he gets home, but the fact that he did it at all lifts a huge weight from his shoulders.

Charlotte gives him an impressed nod and jots down a few notes, “Well, that’s a good start.”

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

After his session, he comes home and gives some flimsy excuse about his whereabouts before pouring himself a drink. Cas isn’t in the kitchen or his room, but it doesn’t take Dean long to track him down. 

The new human spends a lot of time in the same spot these days. Shrugging on a coat, he brings his glass outside and walks to the little area Cas so carefully turned into his garden.

Dean doesn’t announce his presence, just watches from a safe distance as Cas mutters quietly to his plants. The sun occasionally glints off the silver ring on his middle finger, and it brings a fond smile to his lips. 

After everything they’ve been through, after losing him so many times, Dean can’t believe he’s really here. It’s not perfect, Cas is struggling with his new humanity, and the distance between them hasn’t been fixed, but it’s still good.

And Dean loves him.

“I’m in love with Cas,” He mentally tells himself, another thing that he’s known for ages but has been too damn scared to actually put into words. It’s just as nerve-wracking as his confession to Charlotte earlier, but it still brings him peace.

He doesn’t know when he’ll tell Cas, or if he ever will, but right now he’s okay just telling himself. He’s okay just standing here and watching him garden. It’s more than he thought he’d ever have.

#destiel #destiel fic #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #dean is bi #mine

[starstaiined]

The Five Times Anne Protected Kitty (And The One Time Kitty Protected Anne.)

SUMMARY: Being six years older, Anne’s always done her best to look out for her younger cousin. (Trouble seems to follow Kat around like a lost puppy.) But as quick as people are to point out how protective Anne can be, they always seem to forget the same is true for Kitty. 

TW: Sexual abuse, slut shaming, victim blaming, anxiety attack

TAGGING:  @whenallthestarscollide  &&  @whoufflewhovian200311

ONE. 

Katherine hated her brothers. Okay, maybe that was a little extreme. But as they mocked her, made faces, and tugged roughly on her ponytail, it’s all the six-year-old could think. It escalated as Charlie pushed her to the ground, laughing, and she began to cry. Then, in a blaze of glorious light, her cousin entered the room. Anne, twelve at the time, was two years older than Charlie and ergo a cool kid. Or at the very least, cooler than the boys. 

She surveyed the scene with narrow eyes, before sighing. “Charlie,” She started, before he interrupted her. 

“It’s Charles. I’m not a kid anymore.” 

“Really? Because you’re sure acting like one, Charlie.” Anne shot back with a cool smile, not missing a beat. 

Charlie’s face went bright red, brow furrowing in annoyance. “No one cares what you think, Annie.” But it was almost painfully obvious that he did care. 

Anne shrugged, ruffling his hair and slipping into the most condensing voice she could manage. “Oh poor baby, did I hurt your feelings? Do you want a sticker and a juice box?” 

The look of indignation on Charlie’s face drew a watery laugh out of Kitty. That seemed to be the final straw. He stormed off, pulling Georgie along with him. After they disappeared, Anne helped Kitty to her feet. “Boys, am I right Kit Kat?” 

Kitty nodded, hugging her older cousin’s legs and sighing. “They’re so mean sometimes.” 

“Well, you don’t have to worry about them anymore, kiddo. Come on, let’s go get a juice box. Then you can tell everything I’ve missed out on recently. Because either my eyes are deceiving me, or you’re missing a front tooth.” Anne’s warm smile made Kitty feel safe. She grinned, happily rambling on as they walked hand in hand toward the kitchen. 

TWO. 

Anne was visiting! Katherine was fourteen now, and ever since Anne had moved last year she seemed to be spending less and less time with her favorite cousin. So these rare moments where they could just hang out were few and far between. 

Kitty spent the entire day glued to Anne’s side, and the next day too. She’d stopped going into the office. In fact, she hadn’t even thought about the office in hours. (Which had to be a new record.) But her temporary bliss shattered on the third night, when a knock on the door reverberated through the house. Anne paused the game they’d been playing, carefully edging towards the door and looking at it warily. “Who’s there?” 

“Francis. Francis Dereham. Katherine hasn’t been to the office in a few days, I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” Came the gruff reply. 

Kat froze. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Oh, she’d messed up. Was he angry? He didn’t sound angry, but Francis had always been good at hiding when he was upset...

Anne had turned to look at Kat, feeling the palpable anxiety rolling off the young girl. A bad feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. “She’s fine.” Anne answered curtly, all but glaring at the door. Her discomfort increased at his reply. 

“I’m glad to hear that. Would she mind coming back to the office for a few hours? It’s an emergency, we could really use her help. She’s been sorely missed.” 

Anne gritted her teeth. It was nearly six, what business did a damn grown man need Kitty to do that he couldn’t handle himself? 

Kat moved toward the door, head down and shoulders slumped, as if resigned to working. Before she could get a word out, however, Anne stopped her. 

“Sorry Mr. Dereham, but I’m afraid she can’t go tonight.” 

“And why not?” He sounded annoyed, and Kat shifted uncomfortably again. 

“I’m her cousin, Anne. I don’t believe we’ve met. But I’m only in town for a few days, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with my cousin. We were just about to head out.” Anne lied smoothly, nodding her head towards the table as if asking Kat to grab the keys. Kat, although confused, complied. 

Anne waited a moment for Francis to head back to his car, grumbling, before loading Kit into the family car. 

They went out and got ice cream, piled high with all kinds of toppings. Anne didn’t press the Dereham issue, afraid of making Kat uncomfortable, but it would be a decision that would come back to haunt her in the future. But for that night, there was nothing but laughter and love as they fell asleep in a tangle of limbs after a night of video games and sugar. 

THREE. 

Kat is cowering at her seat at the table while her cousin and the rest of her family go to war. In the last week, everything had come out. Mannox. Dereham. Henry. Culpeper. She can hear her brother making a noise of disgust, yelling out some derogatory term that makes her bury her head in her hands. She’s numb. She’d told her brothers, expecting sympathy. Expecting help. But instead they’d turned their backs on her. Her father was the worst one at all, he’d screamed about how she’d ruined the family name, how he’d wished he’d never had such a whore for a daughter. 

What a day for her cousin to drop in for a surprise visit. Anne had walked in amidst her uncle’s screaming, and wasted no time rising to Kitty’s defense. When she’d learned about everything, she was furious...but unlike the rest of the family, it wasn’t at Katherine. She couldn’t begin to understand why they were angry at Katherine. “She’s sixteen!” Anne all but screamed at her uncle, as if that would make him see reason. But he didn’t. 

He stalked over to the table, raising his hand as if he were going to strike Kitty, and Anne grabbed his wrist roughly. Her nails dug into his flesh, and she glared at him. “Don’t. You. Dare.” 

He tore his arm away, and Anne stepped in front of Kitty. “I wasted my life raising her. My money. I meant for those music lessons to help her future, meant for that office job and that internship as learning experiences. And she flushed all that down the drain. Now all I’ll ever be is the man with a slutty disgrace of a daughter. What would her mother think if she was here?” He spat, and Anne could feel her temper rising. 

“Probably that you’re nothing but a sick, narcissistic prick.” Anne shot back, and both Charles and George started towards her in a fury. But Anne didn’t budge, she turned her glare on them and dared them to try anything. He uncle stopped their advances before things could unravel further. 

“If you care about her so much,” He hissed, eyeing both of them unkindly, “then take her. She can be your problem. But I don’t want to see or hear from either of you again.” 

Anne stared him down. 

When she left that day, it was with Kat tucked under one arm and a bag of clothes under the other. In that moment, she knew she would do whatever it took to protect her cousin, and help her on her journey to recovery. 

FOUR. 

A few months had passed since Katherine had moved in, and finally the spare room was ready. They’d spent forever making it inhabitable. Or well, Anne did. With some help from her friend Anna, they’d added new furniture, repainted to room in bright pinks and soft silvers, and hung up portraits. 

But on the first night that Kat slept in her room, Anne woke up to the sound of screaming again. She rushed to Kat’s room, shaking her awake. Kat startled, lashing out before breaking down. Anne wrapped her in a hug, smoothing down her hair and rocking back and forth. “You’re okay.” Anne whispered, as Kat’s tears soaked her shirt. 

Once Kat had calmed down, Anne had helped her dry her tears. “Kit Kat, why don’t you jump in the shower? Take a breather. I’ll go make a midnight snack, and see if there’s anything good on right now.” Anne whispered, and Kat nodded.

Kat jumped in the shower, letting the damn near boiling water wash over her tense muscles, then dressed in a soft oversized sweater Anne had stolen from Anna and a pair of worn pajama pants. She padded lightly into the kitchen, where Anne was piling whipped creams on two bowls filled to the brim with strawberry ice cream. 

That night, they’d chatted softly over the movie. Anne managed to coax a laugh or two out of Kitty, and finally Kitty’s eyes fluttered closed as she curled closer to her older cousin. Anne sighed, staying vigilant and making sure that the nightmares didn’t come again as Kitty drifted off to sleep.

FIVE. 

It had been years, and between therapy, the support of the other queens, and the show, Katherine was thriving. She’d grown more comfortable with touch, and interacting with strangers, but just because she was doing better didn’t mean didn’t have off days. 

Kat had been ansty all week, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding sleeping for fear of the nightmares. Her body ached, but she didn’t want to let the girls down. So, she prepared for the show. Note for the future: doing a show on less than four hours of sleep and while emotionally unstable, not the best of choices. 

Halfway through “All You Wanna Do,” her heart rate spiked, her head replaying the worst of her memories. By the end, when she was ripping away from the other queen’s grabbing hands, she broke down. Her knees slammed into the ground, hard, and her shoulders shook with barely repressed sobs. The rest of the queens exchanged worried looks, and eventually Aragon and Cleaves moved further downstage, ad libbing some piece about teenagers these days to keep the audience’s attention while Anne helped Kitty up and off stage. 

“Kit, hey, Kit Kat, look at me.” Anne whispered once they were safely hidden in the wings. Her voice had dropped down to a soft level that she only ever had when it came to Kat. 

Kat complied, but her eyes were brimming with tears and unfocused. “i’m sorry,” she choked out, trembling. “I’m so sorry,” She wasn’t entirely sure what she was apologizing for. The breakdown, the concern she was causing, messing up the show...everything. 

Anne’s heart cracked in her chest, and she shook her head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Kit.” She wiped away the tears rolling down Kit’s face before pulling the younger girl into a hug. “It’s alright. Whatever it is, you can talk about it when you’re ready. We’re all here to listen. Until then, just tell us what you need.” 

“A hug.” Kat whispered back, nearly inaudible. But Anne heard, she always did. She wrapped her arms around her younger cousin until Kat had calmed down. They reentered with enough time to do the last song together, and afterwards Kat was buried in hugs from the rest of the queens. (In fact, Jane managed to produce some chocolate, much to the youngest queen’s delight.) 

SIX. 

Anne hated boys who didn’t know the meaning of the word no. They turned up far too often at parties for her liking. And just because she was used to the shit they pulled didn’t make it any less infuriating. 

She’d been trying to tell this guy for an hour to fuck off — in fact, she’d flat out told him to do exactly that — but her refused to leave her the hell alone. She was about five seconds from tearing this prick a new one, but a voice from across the table made her had snap up.

Kat. She’d been sitting quietly the entire time, shifting uncomfortably more than once. (Parties weren’t really her scene, she was here because the rest of the girls were.) “She said she’s not interested, can’t you take a hint?” 

“What’s wrong, gorgeous, you jealous?” The boy turned to face the girl who’d spoken, smile not dropping for a second as he scanned her up and down. 

And Anne had to resist the sudden urge to smash her bottle over his head. When he’d been harassing her, he’d been an annoyance. But if he messed with Kitty, that was crossing a line. 

But to her surprise, Kitty didn’t back down. In fact, she STOOD UP. While she was no means physically imposing, something about her stance made her look ten feet tall. She stalked over, ignoring his comment. Her dark eyes glittered like moonlight off broken glass, just as baleful as they were bewitching. The air in the room came to a standstill as she spoke, the words slow and menacing. “She said, leave. her. alone.” 

The man instinctively took a couple steps back, almost cowering. He tried to puff up his chest but it failed horribly, and he quickly mumbled an excuse about a friend calling and all but booked it to the entrance.The second he disappeared from view, the adrenaline faded and Kat collapsed in on herself like a pile of playing cards. She had stood up to a stranger. Oh God, she had gotten close enough that he could’ve touched her….that thought steals her breath and her heart rate begins to spike.

Before she could panic too much, Anne pulled her into a quick hug before getting her to sit down. “Kit Kt, that was amazing! You looked, like, actually intimidating. If I didn’t know you, I would have been terrified. You spooked that poor bloke out of his pants....but he deserved it. Where did that come from??”

Kat shrugged, taking a shaky breath. “I just...reacted. He wouldn’t leave you alone, and I felt...I felt like I had to do something.” 

Anne ruffled her hair affectionately, while Kat let out an indignant squeak. “My hero.”  Anne laughed, pulling Kat to her feet and slinging an arm around her shoulders. “I think this is cause for celebration. What do you say we sneak out of here and raid the candy store before Jane can stop us?” 

#beheaded cousins #anne boleyn #katherine howard #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #(finally got this done jnejenw) #(some parts im still iffy on but i tried) #(also kat can be downright terrifying when she wants/needs to be ... but she still baby) #x. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ( boleyn + howard. )

[deerlyloved]

grief

under cut: a story of mei’s friends coping with her death, at least until...

There was no average time for how long it took people to grieve. Every mind processed loss differently, mourned differently, so there was no way to actually tell how long it would take someone to get better ‘usually’. 

Maybe it was a few weeks, a month, a few years, never. Everyone did it differently. So when the entire unit was placed on mandatory bereavement leave for an undisclosed amount of time after the loss of Private Amari, they all found themselves at different points at different times, coping entirely differently.

Jonas couldn’t bear to look at his workspace, and more often than not he laid in bed or on the couch when he was dragged out by Ana, who’s only understanding of how to grieve was to help others around her. She was the eldest sister, so she saw it as her job to make sure everyone took care of themselves while she barely stopped to take care of her. Get Jonas up, make him eat, calm Rea down, call Icka and get no response, find Kro, offer to cook H something and get no response.

Clockwork. The unit always, always ran like clockwork, even when things were the most chaotic and unorganized. Rea didn’t wake them up anymore, so Ana did it instead. After an hour, she’d go knock on the captains door and pretend she didn’t notice how shaky he looked when he opened it and pretended to be annoyed with her. They rarely saw hide nor hair of H anymore, but that was expected, right? So Ana left food outside their door three times a day, talked to them through the walls, reminded them that the others would always, always be there for the Kayojin, and that they could stay on the unit or leave at their own will.

Kro’asha didn’t skitter through the vents because most of them passed Amari’s room, so Ana fetched things here and there that he had stashed… before. 

Iggy was contained. Major’s orders. He was getting some great treatment, but apparently it was hard for the not-dog to rebond with someone like he did Mei. Ana got it, she’d feel the same way if she were a poor little alien canine.

The carpet was singed from the dogs last outburst before he was deemed a health hazard.

Karen disappeared. The moment they got back to base, the android disappeared, took a ship out of the Citadel and had gone completely off the grid. That made plenty of sense too, of course, Mei made Karen so of course the robot would be similar to her. Maybe it was good that they had left… the witty comebacks would have sat heavy on their hearts.

Her feet slid against the carpet as she carried a mug out to the living room, leaning over the back of the couch to offer it to Jonas. The man was curled up, silently watching a movie on the TV. He sighed, though, and took the cup offered to him with a quiet thanks.

“No problem, Jonesy.” Ana replied, teasingly, though her tone made the real hollowness of her words stick out like a sore thumb.

They both went quiet again, and they stayed that way for a few minutes before Jonas spoke up this time. The engineer leaned forward, setting the mug of cocoa down and locking his hands together. “I think we need to clear out Mei’s room.”

“Wow, first thing you’ve said today and you’re already off to a bad start.”

“No, no, I…” Jonas sighed and rubbed his face roughly before he spoke again, “Ana, it’s just… It’s just there. Full of everything that she was, and would be, and it’s like a fucking ghost just staring all of us down. I think it’s why H doesn’t leave their room. Hard to look across and see Mei’s room, ya know? And I…” He scanned the room around them, “I don’t think we should trash it, just… I think we should pack it up. Get rid of all the little ghosts that she left.”

“You wanna just erase our friend out of our lives?” Ana scoffed, “No. No! We’re not just going to pack everything away! Mei belongs… She belongs here! She can’t just get pushed in the back of all our minds!”

“She won’t be!” Jonas retorted, “It’s impossible to forget Mei even if you want to, and none of us want to, Ana. We also don’t need constant reminders that she used to be here, and now she’s not. I’m not saying today, or tomorrow, just… Eventually. Eventually we need to accept that it’s okay to put all her stuff away and move on.”

“I’m sure Icka’s gonna have a ton to say about that.” Ana mumbled to herself.

“If she ever comes back.”

“I…” She had lost this argument, she already knew it. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, Jonas was right. They didn’t need to leave Mei’s books out, or her shoes, the cat keychain she had imported… Those could all be put away, for their sake, and they wouldn’t stop thinking about Mei.

…But there was no way in Hell she was going to be the one who presented the idea to Rea.

The man was a bit of a hard-ass before he started the grieving process, but now? When he could be bothered to interact with his friends at all, he never followed schedule. He’d show up, ask how they were, then leave. Headed back for the training room. If you asked him anything between that, whether a general question or a request, you were going to get told to do it your own damn self.

Everyone grieves differently.

Rea worked, and got frustrated, and didn’t want anymore responsibility because he knew, knew, knew that he was the reason Mei died.

Jonas couldn’t work, and he was quiet and sleepy because he never slept anymore, hard to when all he could think about was how he could have stopped it from happening. Maybe if he’d just moved the sensors here, or made them stronger, or gone further up with the metal, or…

Icka formally resigned from her position as a medic and unit psychologist and went back to her home planet. She never talked to the unit anymore. Sometimes you just need to get as far away from your issues as possible.

H was mourning in their own way that was certainly frustrating for the rest of them. Ana cared for others to never think of her feelings. Kro’asha left the duplex and spent most nights in the general bunks so he wouldn’t have to see Mei’s things. Karen left the CCF entirely. Iggy bit people.

Clockwork. The unit ran like clockwork. Get Jonas up, make him eat, calm Rea down, call Icka and get no response, find Kro, offer to cook H something and get no response.

 Get Jonas up, make him eat, calm Rea down, call Icka and get no response, cry in the bathroom, find Kro, offer to cook H something and get no response...

Get Jonas up, make him eat, cry in the bathroom, calm Rea down, call Icka and get no response, cry in the bathroom, find Kro, offer to cook H something and get no response, cry in the bathroom.

Get Jonas up, cry in the bathroom, make him eat, cry in the bathroom, calm Rea down, cry in the bathroom, call Icka and get no response, cry in the bathroom, find Kro, cry in the bathroom, offer to cook H something and get no response, cry in the bathroom.

Cry yourself to sleep, then get Jonas up, then cry in front of him, then make him eat, then cry in the bathroom, then…

Ana was given mandatory meetings with another therapist as opposed to the grief counselor the unit was talking to already.

Three months, fourteen days, Kro’asha rejoined the duplex. Four months, three days. Jonas got up and made his own food. Five months, sixteen days, Rea woke everyone up at 7am. Seven months, eight days, Ana went through and packed away everything of Mei’s. Seven months, twenty days, H came out and joined them for dinner. Eight months, nine days, Icka called the unit.

Nine months, ten days, Karen sent them coordinates.

“Mandatory bereavement leave is mandatory.” Rea said as he followed his friends through the docking bay of the Citadel ship, “If they know we’re leaving for a possible mission, we’ll get added therapy, and I don’t think any of us want that.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I think Icks could use it.” Jonas replied.

Icka didn’t reply. The avian had come back just to investigate the coordinates sent, and she was certainly not the same alien who had left. None of them mentioned it.

“Listen, as far as we know, this is Karen just inviting us out to their cool new house!” He said, “No need to go worrying, okay?”

“When is anything that simple when it comes to an Amari?” Rea replied.

“He has a point.” Ana said as she stopped in front of a ship and turned, “This is the one we got, real clunker, but it’s not for fighting anyway so if we get in trouble… We’re thoroughly fucked.”

“We should not get in trouble.” H pipped up.

“Yeah, ‘cause Mei--ehhhhhhhhsnevermind.” Jonas quickly pushed past Ana to clamber onto the ship.

Everyone boarded quickly, got settled even quicker, and soon enough the on-leave unit was off with a rented pilot. “So, where are you guys headed? These are kinda in-the-middle-of-nowhere coords…” She asked.

“A friend invited us out to them, we figure they’ve either decided to go all mad-robot on us finally, or they have some cool party planned.” Ana replied.

“Cool, cool, but uh… Why on this place?”

“What place?”

“Do you guys not know?” The pilot cocked an eyebrow, leaning up to flip down a holographic screen that projected the area they were headed to, “It’s some little rinky-dink dwarf-planet set up, real seedy place. Mercs love the area.”

“Sounds like Amari territory…” Rea grumbled.

“Yeah, well, just be careful out there, it’d be a shame if I had to go home empty handed. Major’ed be all over my ass…” She sighed, her long, curled ears flicking.

The trip didn’t take much longer until the on-leave-unit saw the planet in the distance. The cities built on it clearly took up most of the area, the geography was all over the place but mainly seemed to be plains and hills, and as they approached the ground and actually broke the cloudline into the city it became very clear that this place was, in fact, ‘rinky dink’. The buildings were in poor condition, the streets were packed, the ships parked in the bay all looked stolen or like they were about to be hauled off for scrap. Rea sucked in air and sighed.

“Alright, we’re going to stick together out there, no need getting lost. H, try and stay somewhere in the middle, you’re incredibly small.”

“Kro’asha is smaller than me.”

“That’s why he’s going to be jumping on my shoulders. We aren’t that close. So stay close to me.”

The group unfurled themselves from their seats and piled out onto the streets. It definitely smells like a city, despite how cramped and busy it seemed the air was clean, the water was clean… Good ol’ Citadel influence.

“Coordinates are up ahead, a little to the right.” Rea announced as he led the group through. He was certainly an intimidating figure, and the crowd seemed to begrudgingly part for him as he walked through with little concern for who was in front of him. 

“What, in the apartments?” Jonas asked from the back of the group, “Shit, Ana, you might be right, Karen’s inviting us to their house.”

“Never that easy.” Rea retorted as he cleared a path towards the clearly labeled apartment complex, opening the gate and letting his friends file through. “No one make a scene, okay?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I was planning on doing some fuckery.” Jonas replied.

“I mostly meant Kro’asha and Icka, but I do appreciate the energy.” 

“Can we please just go inside?” Icka replied, a harsh tone to her voice. That was definitely knew for the group, and all of them seemed to share the same discomfort as they nodded and walked quickly for the entrance. As soon as they had all filed in, a young alien at the front desk turned to them, and went pale. Their hands were webbed, but they still typed at the computer in front of them quickly as they stared at the group with large, completely pink eyes. They almost looked like a frog, honestly.

“Karen Amari is in 247, they’ve been expecting you. They said you’re late.” They said, motioning for the group to head towards an elevator.

“This is terrifying.” Ana stated.

“We are on time, I don’t know why Karen said we’re late.” 

“Focusing on the real issue as always, H.”

Still, despite the obvious discomfort that the building held, the feeling that they were walking into a trap, the unit persisted. What else were they going to do, ya know? They’d already made it all the way out here, and knowing Karen, they’d kill the whole group if they never showed up.

The large group managed to cram themselves into the elevator, then down the narrow, twisting hallways that led to Karen’s apartment. That they somehow got… The Amari’s really were an enigma, weren’t they?

H was the first to spot the door, stepping over to it and giving a simple knock. Before they could rapt their knuckles against the wood a second time, though, the door swung open to reveal Karen, staring out at them all. Their stickers and bow had been peeled off, and they seemed to have acquired some new… stains that definitely-were-not-blood… But it was Karen.

“Hello.”

“Hello, H.” Karen replied, “It’s nice to see you, I’m glad you all made it, I’m going to need as much help as I can get with this.” The android stepped back and motioned for them all to come in, “It’s easier to have familiar faces here, reduces time spent in a natural state--”

“Karen, I’m begging you, begging you,” Icka said, “To please, those above, not waste our time mumbling vagueness and incoherent sentences, and just tell us why we’re here. I came a very long way, and I’d like to get back to my pottery and mourning in peace, thank you.”

“I see grief has left its mark on you.” Karen replied quickly, “A shame that it was all for not.”

“Charming as always when it comes to opinions on emotions, K.” Jonas murmured.

“All for not, because you had no reason to grieve. Mei is alive.”

Nine months, eleven days, and Karen had gone fucking insane.

H was the first to reply with a grimace and a firm shake of their head, “No, she is not.”

“Yes, she--”

“No, no, Mei died in my arms, she is not alive. You can’t tell me she is. You can’t make me believe that. You can’t.”

Ana reached a hand out to put on the Kayojins shoulder with her own grimace, “Karen, you should come with us, okay? You obviously aren’t doing well out here, and… Listen, I know it’s easier to believe--”

“Would you like to see her?”

The silence that overcame the group was deafening and instant. H’s breath hitched, Icka’s feathers puffed, Rea simply closed his eyes and shook his head almost disappointedly. Despite their pleas, how desperately they wanted to not fall for something so impossible, H spoke up, breathily, “Yes.”

“Over here.” Karen turned and walked towards the other side of the apartment, where the walls had been carefully cut to reveal the apartment next door. They walked through the gap they had clearly created, and stood off to the side to reveal a large room that was clearly better taken care of than the rest of the building. A soft lighting shone into a covered box that was connected to different canisters and boxes with long, thick hoses, and Karen carefully stepped over them to reach a screen just on the other side of them.

“She took the idea from her father, he wanted to use Talvak genetic research to help heal injuries, but never perfected it before his death. She had an endless supply of Talvak DNA, however, which made it easier.” Karen was intensely staring at the screen as they typed in various things, “The base idea was there, but Mei also never finished the project before her death, which left it in the very capable hands of me, her firstborn.”

Silence. 

“I don’t know why I was expecting a response.” The android murmured before carefully pushing the curtain that draped the box off to the side of it’s rod, revealing a UV light shining down on a metal capsule. The top of it had a glass window, though the group was too far away to see inside, wires and the likes connecting it…

“Come here, H.”

They were moving without a second thought, nearly stumbling over to the robot and hopefully moving to their toes to peer into the container in front of them. They had an aching feeling that it would be empty, that they wouldn’t see whatever they were expecting… Mei, or someone like Mei, or...or… Something. Anything to remind them of her. But they still looked, just in case, just in case Karen hadn’t truly lost themself in the grief.

And wouldn’t you know it…

Black hair, pointed ears, sharp features… No scars, but still so very much Mei Amari, and H’s heart skipped a beat, their breath stopped. This couldn’t be real, could it? No, no, she was dead, so very dead, and she didn’t look like this when she died, but here she was and… And she looked just like her old pictures. With her dad. 

H spoke in Kayojin, and the unit each had their own hopes as they crept forward.

It was… a loud few minutes.

Finally, Icka lurched forward and grabbed Karen’s shoulder with a frantic look in her eyes and a wide, sharp-toothed smile, “How. How did you do this? Is that her? Really her?”

“Mei was careful to have a constant digitization of herself both mentally and physically. She often scanned and mapped out the salient features of her brain, and then stored and copied that information state into a harddrive that just so happens to be me.” Karen explained it like it made sense, like it was absolutely nothing.

“The day before the mission, she uploaded, and using what DNA I had from her I was able to facilitate a regeneration of a biological body with the information I had. Of course, I also needed her actual body so I… Listen, is it important? She’s here! And I broke intergalactic law, so I would rather not tell you every detail.” The robot gently removed Icka’s talons, “I spent months perfecting her body and keeping it alive, and her brain was no help, always trying to rebel against the process. I tried releasing her once,” Their yellow hand brushed up against an obvious dent in their chassis, “It appears that when initially released, she’s reverted back to her Talvaa instincts until her brain can properly cope with what’s happened.”

“So… You… You brought us here to make her remember us?”

“Correct. Step back please, all of you. Please be warned, she is very naked, and given her last physical scan was after her amputations… While she can’t walk, she’s still very fast.”

It’s an odd thing, standing back so a robot can open up a metal box that contains a reconstructed version of your girlfriend. But H did it, nervously, hopeful, hands clasped as the lid raised with a hiss and Mei sat straight up with a cough and a sputter, leaning right over the side of the container with a dry heave and a shudder.

“Mei.” Karen called.

Mei flinched away from the noise, snarling as she jumped back further into the box she sat in. Everything about her seemed wrong in that moment, the way her body moved, the look in her eyes, and that’s why H stepped forward. They couldn’t help it, they saw Mei and she looked so scared and the last time she had looked like that… It made H’s stomach churn, and when they stepped forward Mei’s head snapped towards them.

It was a tense few seconds, silent seconds, and Rea also moved forward to put a hand on H’s shoulder, just in case… Listen, he didn’t want to boot a friend he’d missed for months across the room, but he would if she was about to bite someone.

Thankfully, that moment never came. The confusion and fear on Mei’s face slowly faded, and she blinked rapidly before she shook her head and looked back up at H. Then, a smile. A stupid, crooked, fanged smile as the Japanese woman leaned forward and motioned for H to come forward.

“Shit, I feel like I died.” She joked as the Kayojin stumbled forward, throwing their arms around her as soon as they could and pulling her into a tight hug. “Least I don’t…” Mei tightly hugged them back with a grin, “Least I don’t look like death, right? ‘Cause I know my ass looks great naked.”

#my writing #my ocs #sci fi #sci fi ocs #sci fi writing #mei #rea #karen #icka #ana #jonas #kro'asha #angst

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Izumi Orimoto Form (Frontier Rewrite Project)

Name: Izumi Orimoto

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Birthday: April 29

Sexuality: Pansexual

Element: Wind

Human: Kazemon

Beast: Zephyrmon

Unified: JetSilphymon

Family: Chidori Orimoto (Mother; Deceased), Fuyuki Orimoto (Father), Masae Orimoto (Younger Sister)

Appearance: Izumi stands at roughly 4’11” and has a rather lean build. She has blonde hair reaching the middle of her back and green eyes. She wears a purple scarf around her neck and a mint green hair scrunchie at her wrist. She has a loose pink shirt with three-quarter sleeves. She wears white leggings with purple slip-on shoes. Izumi occasionally uses her scrunchie to tie her hair back into a low ponytail. 

Personality: Izumi is strong-willed and confident. She believes in herself above all else and refuses to bend to any other. She can come off as snarky and harsh at times, but she is far from rude. Izumi is incredibly determined and stubborn as well, refusing to give in until she has found success. She outwardly appears to not care what others think, though it has a much larger impact on her than she lets others believe. At times, she can be a bit of a people-pleaser since she is afraid of losing others the way she lost her mother. Izumi is friendly and talkative, though she struggles to truly connect with people in a lasting way. She is highly insecure about her body, hating when others comment on it. She is loyal to herself internally because she knows the dangers of not being happy with who she is, though she still struggles with showing how passionate she is with being her true self. Izumi is frightened by the idea of losing others and can get panicky at the concept of being left behind. She tends to let go of herself most when she is performing or competing as a gymnast. It helps her to feel connected with her mother and sister, prompting her to be at her happiest when involved with the sport. Izumi is loyal as well, and her faith never wavers when she finds a person or cause that she believes in. Overall, Izumi is confident and proud, but she can be stubborn and insecure at times. 

Background: Izumi was born as the older of two daughters. Her mother, Chidori, was renowned as a gymnast, and Izumi looked up to her for much of her life. She followed in her mother’s footsteps as a competitor. However, the positive times were not meant to last. Chidori passed away in a car crash when Izumi was eleven years old, leaving Fuyuki to look after Izumi and her younger sister. To avoid the memories of Chidori, the three moved to Italy and lived there for a few years. During that time, Izumi fell into a deep depression. She continued her efforts as a gymnast, inspiring her sister to do the same in the process. Despite her achievements, Izumi began to suffer from an eating disorder. Her fellow competitors didn’t seem to believe that she was skinny enough, and it took its toll on her. She suffered in her downward spiral until she was fourteen when her family moved back to Japan. Fuyuki realized that Izumi was suffering this way and did what he could to get her therapy. Izumi has been clean ever since, though she still suffers from thoughts of potential relapse. Her success has led to her becoming somewhat popular, though she believes that people only hang around her to leech off her prowess in gymnastics. 

Other: Izumi longs to be a good role model to Masae, and she is perhaps truest to herself when around her sister. She wants to set a good example by being honest to who she is for her sibling.

#digimon frontier #izumi orimoto #zoe orimoto #digimon #rewrite #new interpretation #spirit of wind #legendary warriors #digital's frontier rewrite bs

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Wincest - ABO fics

Omega!Sam

Love Bites by DarkSammyProdigy02

*Finished* 10 chapters

A demon hell-bent on snatching psychics, a hunter on a “God-given” mission, having to run for dear life, being captured and forced to participate in a fucked-up gladiator fight - These are the things that bring alpha Dean Winchester and omega Sam Singer together. But, the two will learn through thick and thin that no matter what people say... love bites.

like cinnamon and ginger by savorvrymoment

*Finished* 3 chapters

Dean closes the distance between them on instinct, lays his hand on Sam’s back and rubs between his shoulderblades. His smell is strong from so close, though not the same heat-scent Dean remembers, and it’s not just a mix of sick and unhappy omega Dean can smell. No, Sam’s no longer cloyingly sweet, but rather settled into something softer, velvety and musky. No longer lush and fertile, Dean realizes. And of course, Sam’s thirty-nine years old; on top of that, his brother’s body has been through the wringer over and over and over again. It’s probably why he hasn’t been cycling for years now, and Dean’s not sure why he’s having another heat again out of nowhere—maybe one last stand before the hormones and pheromones start giving out entirely—but here they are…

Sam The Omega (part 1)

The Werewolf Book (part 2) by Sparxgirl

*Finished* 18 chapters & 13 chapters

Sam and Dean find a case close by, the killings are obviously that one of a werewolf. The strain on their bond after everything that had happened seemed to be solved and everything seemed as good as it was before. Until the pack turns out to have the alpha, Sam is kidnapped and Dean can't seem to get through his skull that not all monsters are the supernatural. After the events of 'Sam The Omega' have taken place Sam finds out that the book his brother so desperately wanted may hold the reason why the wolves kidnapped him in the first place. During his recovery Sam struggles with everything and it is not easy on his mind and body, a lot has happened in the past year and a half his brother kept him prisoner. His mind is wrecked and what he thought he knew is no longer useful. And then there is this weird encrypted book. And a person that knows way more than they're letting on.

Of Wolf and Man (part 1)

Welcome home (part 2) by Merenwen76

*Finished* 7 chapters & 1 chapter

„I told you so and you!“ Dean looked up at Sam. “Damn it’s like a fucking joke: Two hunters go to a Werwolf wedding!“

Set 4 weeks after the main story. Sam and Dean are trying to adjust to new living conditions.

The Art Of Persuasion by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Toni Bevell is an expert at getting people to tell her things she wants to know, but so far Sam Winchester has proved resistant. But when she learns Sam is with pup, another plan forms. If she is Sam’s alpha....he’ll tell her everything. All she has to do is make it so.

Out Of Bounds by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

It’s only been a short time since Dean finally mated Sam, but since then his brother’s been a total nightmare. Dean just can’t figure out why. Is Sam tired of him already? Is something else wrong? Help from a friend sets him on the right track, and then all he has to do is give Sam the attention he’s been craving.

Conversion Therapy by Casey679

(Last updated Jan 20, 2020) 24 chapters

Sam walks out after a fight with John, only to encounter an aggressive group of alphas. After he beats them soundly in a fight, they turn the tables and force him through a barbaric "bitching" ritual to turn him omega. John and Dean must now find a way to get Sam to behave like a "proper" omega, under the threat that Sam could be taken away, publicly humiliated and/or assigned to some other alpha. Sam resists, because he's still the same competent hunter he always was and he doesn't see why he should be treated differently. It all comes down to a painful-drawn out battle of wills between John and Sam against a ticking clock that will bring ramifications none of them expect. The Winchester family dynamics will have to shatter and be rebuilt from the ground up if the three of them are to come through this crisis intact.

And My Baby Makes... by DWImpala67

*Finished* One Shot

Written for Spnkinkmeme bingo 2020 Nothing, just Sam and Dean having passionate sex...only Dean gets overboard with the idea of finally getting to breed Sam.

Mated and Matched by Brokenlittleboy

*Finished* One Shot

Sam and Dean are forced to mate due to a sex spell during a hunt. Things are not pretty after Mary finds out and discovers Sam is pregnant.

The Beginning of a Golden Age by Kissmewinchester

*Finished* One Shot

Sam wants to go to college, like the mundanes do, before settling down, but John, who’s Pack Alpha, doesn’t approve. These are the chain of events that folllow.

Born Omega by Writelikethat

*Finished* 16 Chapters

In a world with Alphas, Omegas and Betas, people live their lives connected to a pack. But every once in a while, an omega will be born to human parents and when the time comes the Omega will be in search of a pack. Everyone wants to take in the Born omega with a pure line to their roots, and this time is no different. Sam has grown up, unaware of what his status means to those around him. Dean is a grown up Alpha with a good life, but with a limited future because of his unmated status. The new omega is stirring with Dean's set view of his life.

Make a Good Omega Out of You by Multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

Prompt: That last Omega!verse prompt inspired me. May I request an AU of the AU that last Anon set up where instead of escaping to Stanford Sam was mated to Dean before he could get away and like a good Omega Sam follows him on hunting trips when John goes missing. But one day Sam finally snaps and yells and scratches and all that and Dean decides it's time to give him an educational night on how Omegas should be; Sam can't fight back well because John belived Omegas shouldn't hunt and never taught him.

That's My Omega by Jld71

*Finished* One Shot

Sam has always known he was Dean’s omega and his mate. It just seemed that Dean didn’t feel the same way about him. That was until another alpha showed interest in him.

Sam's Inner Omega by TammyRenH

*Finished* One Shot

There are two sides to every Omega; the side that wants to be cuddled and pampered. And the side that wants to be pinned down and fucked roughly like a bitch in heat.

Soul Searching by kansaskissedlips

*Finished* One Shot

It's taken a long time to manifest, but Sam discovers that he's an omega at the most inconvenient of times.

How An Omega Should Be by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

dark wincest with omega!sam being forcibly mated to alpha!dean by traditionalist alpha!john (with dean in full agreement) but sam escapes to stanford But, dean manages to find him and he's not too happy so he shows sam how an omega is 'supposed' to be by noncon knotting and reclaiming and that's the real reason sam leaves with dean to go hunting again

Joy Taken, Gifts Given by Katlover98

*Finished* One Shot

After Dean comes back from Purgatory he is never not pissed off at his mate, Sam. Sam had abandoned him to go play house with a Beta. What Dean doesn't know is that Sam is keeping a secret from him and it could be that Sam has suffered more than Dean knows while he was stuck in Purgatory.

Odd One Out by hunter_king

*Finished* 6 chapters

Dean cares about Sam. He cares about him a lot. And John is worried that Dean cares for Sam a little too much.

First Heat by hunter_king

*Finished* One Shot

When Sam presented as an Omega on his 13th birthday, his father quickly put him on suppressants. Now, at the ripe age of 35, Sam experiences his first heat.

The Claiming by TammyRenH

*Finished* 8 chapters

When Sam saves Dean rather than killing Michael, the hunters from the tear decide that he no longer deserves to be a leader, or an Alpha. Through magical means, two of the others painfully change Sam from an Alpha to an Omega. There is a claiming competition where several Alphas fight for the right to claim Sam, but at the last moment Dean (and Baby) come in and save the day - but he still has to claim Sam, or someone else will.

Incognito by deanandsam (J2 fic)

*Finished* 17 chapters

Jensen is a rich TV producer, who's no longer happy with his lifestyle . He's also an Alpha in search of his mate.

Somethin’ Like Soulmates by Chuchiwan

*Finished* 60 chapters

Sam is an Omega who is the furthest thing from the “typical omega” concept. He’s tall, muscular, and has trained himself to not be submissive. He has been living as beta for so long, hiding his true nature, that he has isolated himself from forming any form of relationship. Dean has been trying to stay afloat for years. But a shattered family past has left him numb to the idea that someone might actually like him or that it’s okay for him to like someone. Something like fate keeps pushing these two together and it starts to become clear that they just might be meant for each other.

At Dawn A New Sun Rises by rhyaenv

*Finished* 3 chapters

Since he presented as an alpha at fourteen, Sam’s always felt a disconnect with his dynamic. He’s kept it a secret from most, along with a few other things—especially from Dean. One night Sam wakes up alone in an alley with no idea how he got there, only to discover the following day that he’s not an alpha anymore—he’s an omega. Now everything Sam’s tried to keep hidden slowly starts to unravel.

Be A Good Omega by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

AU where alpha dean is a demon and one day he blindfolds 18yo omega sam and knots him while mary and john try to stop him he uses his demon powers to prevent them from moving

Heat of the Moment by lotrspnfangirl

*Finished* One Shot

Sam sets out to prove his father and brother wrong. He’s not some knot slut, unable to control himself simply because he’s in heat. He’s in complete control. At least, until it comes to his brother.

Lien on my soul by cillasstuff

*Finished* 8 chapters

Sam watched his dream of Dean becoming his Omega die at the hands of Metatron, or so he thought. The MoC allowed his brother to be returned, but it wasn’t Sam’s Dean who came back from the dead. In his brother’s body was a demon who took what he wanted and he wanted Sam…

Love Me Please by addictiontofiction

*Finished* 8 chapters

Sammy loves and hates school. He loves to learn, but hates his classmates. It's just like Sammy loves and hates Dean. Dean is the most oblivious Alpha he's ever met. Maybe he's oblivious because they've just been so close for this long, but Dean never seems to scent Sam's distress or need- at least it doesn't look like it. And Sammy doesn't understand, all he knows is he wants Dean to love him the way he loves Dean.

Damn Witches by wonderussam

*Finished* 2 chapters

After a hunt, Sam starts to go into heat after touching a cursed object. Dean helps.

House of Wolves by gothpandaotaku

*Finished* One Shot

Dean never imagined that the puppy he found when he was four would turn out to be a werewolf, or his mate.

Everything Always Falls Apart by sp00kyskeletons (TRIGGER WARNING)

*Finished* 4 chapters

“I miss the time it was you, Dad and me. Where we were all happy, where I wasn’t pushed out, where you paid attention to me, where you would actually sit down and talk. Not just ignore me and focus on Cas.” Sam said to himself, having no idea if Dean heard it. Walking into his bedroom he slammed the door, locking it, before sinking down to his knees, not even trying to mask the sobs that left his mouth. Maybe soon it would be his time to hit the vein and bleed to death behind his locked door, or swallow the pills in the bathroom and just die. No more suffering, no more pain. He would be dead, finally. All Sam was, was an emotional wreck.

Beautiful ... in a way a forest fire is beautiful by Sanshal

*Finished* One Shot

Dean goes to get Sam at Stanford and is surprised to find out that his alpha brother is now an omega... and has a pup. Unfortunately, tragedy strikes the Winchester family again and now Dean's got two dependents in tow and he still doesn't know where his dad is. He could marry Sam off or claim him for himself, but he can't stay unmated - taking an unmated omega on the road is asking for trouble. And worst of all, his little brother is now everything he never let himself fantasize about when they were growing up.

Just Submit by orphan_account

*Finished* One Shot

The cure failed; Dean is a demon for good. Sam can't bring himself to kill him, not now that Dean has gotten him pregnant. Now all Dean wants is submission - can Sam bring himself to submit to this new version of his brother?

I Like The Disease by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

Based loosely during the scene when Dean was after Sam in the Bunker during Soul Survivor after I had seen the promo for the episode, and with a/o/b added to the mix.

Fields Of Jasmine by BruisedBloodyBroken

*Finished* 37 Chapters

Dean is an ex-hunter, working as a mechanic on the salvage of his surrogate-father Robert Singer, from Monday to Friday, 9-5, sometimes overtime. He quit hunting after a severe injury to his right calf and hip. He built a small house behind Bobby's where he's living. One day, a young man runs in front of his car, who's chased by a vampire. Something that will irrevocably change his life forever.

Never Too Late by Amanda_Yates

*Finished* 10 chapters

Dean Winchester is forced into an arranged marriage to Sam Campbell by his family, two years down the road Dean is still stubborn about not claiming his mate and living completely separate lives as he wants nothing to do with Sam. Right when Sam is finally giving up on him Dean finds himself intrigued for the first time and let’s hope he’s not too late to grab onto Sam before he bails.

Heart of Darkness by Lodovicus

(Last updated Aug 21, 2015) 8 chapters

Dean Winchester has just come back from hell. Something isn't quite right, Dean is scared, but Sam is trying to stay strong for the both of them while keeping his demon blood habit hidden from Dean. Story diverges from the shows plot right from the beginning of Season 4.

Equals by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

Omega!Sam getting hit on by an alpha while Alpha!Dean is away for a moment. The alpha hitting Sam when he ignores him.

Mate (Part 1)

Voice (Part 2)

Heat (Part 3) by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shots

omega!sam and alpha!dean who leave in a society where omegas have become more and more controlled and they have a law that says that an omega above certain age can't be mateless, and well sammy is older and the want to force sam to mate a stranger, and the only way to prevent it is that dean mates him first, even though sam doesn't want a mate, and dean feels guilty because he always wanted sam

how their dinamics would change

sam experiencing his first heat

My Omega (part 1)

Fill and Breed (part 2) by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shots

alpha!demon dean and omega!angel sam and how dean has been trying to corrupt sam for centuries now but sam wants to remain pure, until one day he finds sam and giving him a little of his blood induces sam into heat and sam can't help wanting dean?

more alpha!demon Dean and omega!angel Sam

Help From Alpha by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

Alpha/Omega Sam and Dean mpreg

Sticks and Stones by itsoundslikeabadjoke

*Finished* One Shot

Dean was an incredible mate, always near, loving and protectful, beautiful and amazingly attentive to Sam’s needs. In the deepest part of the younger brother’s heats, Dean would force him to slow down and enjoy what was being given to him. Which is why Sam was so confused when, nearing the end of one of his heats, Dean decided to listen to his pleas and take him as he wanted to be.

Beauty Of The Beast by Cozy_coffee

*Finished* One Shot

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The Lycan Vessel by DevilsDontFlyButJustYouWatchMeTry (KissMyAssButt67)

*Finished* One Shot

In which Dean and Sam are werewolves. Dean is the alpha who doesn't want to hurt his brother, Sammy is the boy who just wants Dean. They're in love, John's still an ass. Dean would never hurt Sammy, and Sammy causes trouble as per usual.

Orion by hellhoundsprey

*Finished* One Shot

(From Sam’s pov) You are supposed to stay pure. (Sam is 17. Dean is 21.)

The Wolf You Feed

The Wolf You Choose by orphan_account

*Finished* 2 chapters, 2 chapters

Sam and Dean are expert hunters, in their own way. So of course they know everything about werewolves, about their weaknesses and the best way to send them to Purgatory. Dean knew not to get bit. He didn't know of the possessive hunger that came with getting bitten.

It's been a week since Sam presented as an Omega, after Dean had bit his ass, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. The sex was great. The constant submission? Not so much. And now they were back to hunting and Sam was confused, because his body was feeling unnaturally hot...

When the Sun Came Up (You Were Looking at Me) by orphan_account

*Finished* 3 chapters

Azazel isn't a demon, the Winchesters don't hunt, and when Sam is taken to Cold Oak, he's turned into an omega. Dean is his alpha.

To Have Worth by darkroses

*Finished* One Shot

Dean claims Sam from a young age to be his omega. Sam wasn't sure how he felt about that. His feelings changed with time. All he wanted was to be worth something. No matter what Sam offered, he could never have what he was searching for.

Missing Piece by orphan_account

*Finished* 10 chapters

The one in which Dean and Sam (unrelated) happen to be true mates and a lot of teasing and chaos happens.

The Claiming

And nothing else matters by waywardelle

*Finished* One Shot, One Shot

At age 32, Sam Winchester presents as an Omega. No one is more surprised than Dean, the Alpha who's been pining over his little brother all his life.

Dean inexplicably pushes Sam away when their mother returns to their lives. After she leaves, Dean stays away anyway. Sam wants to kill Dean for ignoring the fact that they're fuckin' mated, but the omega in him tells him to be patient. So, he waits. And he misses his Alpha like crazy.

Just As He Thought by Dragoneyedgirl990

*Finished* One Shot

Dean Winchester was 18 years old and has long since proudly presented as an Alpha much to his fathers relief. John would never admit it but he had been worried for a little while that his oldest son would be an Omega, with his pretty looks and willingness to obey. He had no doubts that his younger son would present as an Alpha as well, Sam was hard headed and fought his father every step of the way. Definitely an Alpha.

The Sheriff's Son Sam by Wonchostors (orphan_account)

(Last updated Sep 16, 2015) 1 chapter

Dean Singer is Sioux Falls' resident troublemaker, and the biggest thorn in Sheriff John Winchester's side. He causes trouble and wreaks havoc just for the fun of it, and always gets away with it. But that all changes when Dean meets Sam Winchester, a sweet omega that turns out to be John's eldest son. But by time Dean figures out exactly who Sam is, the two have already fallen in love. John wants nothing to do with Dean, and he wants him as far away from his son as possible. But Dean will do anything to stay with Sam. . . and their unborn child.

Fever Heat by bloodandcream

*Finished* One Shot

Maybe Dean was an early bloomer or maybe Sam was just a late bloomer. But the kid was thirteen and he still hadn’t popped his knot. Dean had been eleven when he had presented as an alpha. Dad had given him a box of condoms, a slap on the back and an ‘atta boy’. The extent of “The Talk” that he’d gotten was a shrug and a ‘you’ll figure it out’.

What A Time to Have a Baby by littlefirefly31

*Finished* One Shot

Sam is pregnant when he is trying to cure demon Dean and he goes into labor

My Baby Brother by raviolisinspace

(Last updated Nov 21, 2015) 24 chapters

This story takes place in a world where the supernatural is unknown to the Winchesters. John was said to be cursed by a witch after getting into trouble with the wrong people when he was younger. The witch cased a curse which ensured John's first born child to be a werewolf, and a possessive one at that. This story follows the Winchester's lives through new dangers and newly discovered truths that emerge along the way.

What Part of Forever by AnnaNocturnal

*Finished* 5 chapters

Sam is an Alpha, like the rest of his—maybe dysfunctional—pack, until he’s kidnapped and turned into an omega as revenge for the vampire Luther’s death. After rescue, Sam is overwhelmed, his nerves chafed by his now smothering and over-protective pack. His mind is already bucking against his changing body and new instincts, but then the other shoe drops—Dean is Sam’s true fated mate. Sam bolts, taking off in the night, and ends up stuck in a backward town where omegas—particularly males—are treated as property, awarded to the last Alpha standing in a grand public spectacle of won dominance. Dean manages to find Sam in time to save him, but at what cost?

About Damn Time by orphan_account

*Finished* One Shot

Sam forgets his suppressants and goes into heat unexpectedly. Dean's there to help.

It's New to Me by littlefirefly31

*Finished* One Shot

All of Sam life he thought he was a beta as he never presented as an Alpha like Dean or Omega. Years later as Soulless Sam something triggers it after the goddess of truth "Veritas" case, it could be because Cas did that Body Cavity Search it trigger his dormant Omega gene. Anyways Soulless Sam is not suppose to feel anything. But his logical processing brain is failing him he does not understand what is happening to him, so for the first time he panics! Cue Dean who is trying not to care, but its just in grain in him when he sees his little brother hurting- he has to fix it...and then Sam full on omega scent hits him....

Calling It True Love by Rebldomakr

*Finished* One Shot

Sam couldn't say he hated being an Omega. He hated how feminine his body looked compared to his brother, hated how he was so short because 'Omegas typically do not grow during their first years of maturity'. But, he loved the attention his brother dumped on him like water and how his father stopped complaining when he wanted to coil around Dean. He hated how he got tired of school because of the Omega-special classes were too easy, so easy he just pleaded to stop being registered. He loved being able to spend all the time he wanted at the library, reading whatever he wanted and being able to learn at whatever speed he wanted. Then he's suddenly fourteen, and his first heat hits.

Collar Control by Sanshal

*Finished* One Shot

For years Alpha-aggression has been controlled electronically... but when the power grid controlling the alpha-aggression control collars fails; Sam must decide how to deal with Dean- his alpha.

Sweat by kittenofdoomage

*Finished* One Shot

“What’s wrong?” “It’s just… something’s off.”

Not How I Wanted by AnnaNocturnal

*Finished* 2 chapters

Sam never wanted to be mated to his brother. He loves him, sure. Admires him, of course. But he never imagined taking his brother's knot. Until Sam forgot to take his suppressants. Now, in the throes of brutal heat, he finds himself begging for it, for Dean to mate him. Will Sam accept Dean as his Alpha when the heat subsides?

Without You [I Live Without Love] by non_tiembo_mala

*Finished* One Shot

Sam Wesson has been successfully hiding his Omega status his entire life, thanks in part to his uncharacteristically large and muscled Alpha-like body. But he isn't Alpha, or Beta, no matter how much he tries to blend in, and he's never found anywhere he belongs. Dean Smith is the quintessential Alpha. He's smart, fierce, works hard, and has never encountered trouble when he has an itch that needs scratching. But more and more he finds himself longing for that rare connection only found between True Mates. Just when he's ready to give up hope on the dream of finding his, life throws him Sam Wesson.

The Smell of Fear by AnnaNocturnal

*Finished* 3 chapters

All Alphas are collared, tracked and controlled by the government as part of the Collar Initiative, a set of laws put into place in the 1960s. They temper an Alpha's wild nature, protecting omegas from their more violent counterparts. That is, until the power grid fails one day. Sam watches the chaos on the news, and it's a moment before Dean enters his mind. When he looks toward the bed his brother was lounging on, he's gone, the sight of the Alpha's abandoned collar sending chills down Sam's spine. The omega considers running, but when he turns he finds himself face-to-face with Dean, no collar between them.

Bring You Back by littlefirefly31

*Finished* One Shot

Sam resolves himself to do the one thing he knows will make demon!dean jealous enough to come back to him.

Been Here All Along by orphan_account

*Finished* One Shot

Sam is a late bloomer. Traditionally, omegas found their partner and went through their first heat by sixteen. Sam is about to turn eighteen, and he hasn’t even let out a whiff of heat. He’s never been interested in any of his suitors, either. And Sam has had plenty. Dean can’t help but be pleased as punch about the whole situation.

Bitten by MsImpala67

*Finished* One Shot

Sam hates being an Omega. He absolutely does not need anyone the way Omegas need their Alphas. He can make do with his fingers or toys when he has heats, and that's that. But it's not good enough. It's never good enough. Just when Sam thinks he'll die from it all, Dean changes everything.

Pathetic by femmefatales

*Finished* 3 chapters

Sam has been hiding the fact that he's an omega from Dean for almost 5 years now. What happens when he slips up and goes into heat in the middle of a case?

Homecoming by HazelDomain

*Finished* One Shot

Dean battles his way out of purgatory to find his omega shacked up with some beta woman. He is not pleased.

Tempting Sin by blackrose_17

*Finished* 5 chapters

Dean Winchester rules New York City underground and always gets what he wants so when he lays eyes on the newest dancer at his club a sweet little omega named Sam Campbell he knows that Sam is meant to be his and nothing and no one will stop him from claiming his omega. Sam never had much luck in love, his one and only boyfriend used him and then dumped him like trash so when Dean starts to court him Sam surprises everyone when he's the one who seduces the playboy alpha.

Americana Exotica by Little_Winchester

*Finished* One Shot

Dean loved Sam, he really did. He loved everything about him, from his mile-long legs to his slender waist to his fox-slanted eyes which darkened gorgeously every time Dean touched him, be it an arm slung around his shoulders or a hand creeping up his thigh. The one thing that turned Dean’s head upside-down and made his stomach turn was the way Sam teased him.

Coffee and Balsam and Leather-bound Books by AutumnSwitch

*Finished* 4 chapters

Sam makes it home for Christmas, but something is not right. When Dean finds out why his brother's scent is unfamiliar, he is determined to make it all better with sex, love, and gingerbread.

Soaked by castielsstarr

*Finished* One Shot

There were a few things Sam hated about being an omega. One was the way people treated him like he was a fragile thing and would break. Two was when people talked about him like he wasn’t in the room. And three was when he would start leaking slick for no reason.

Taking Care- Double Dragons by Boogermeister

*Finished* One Shot

Dragon siblings Sam and Dean receive a letter from a friend about something but the older brother doesn't want to go and instead kills some time with him through some intimate persuasion.

Just Them

The Green Room by compo67

*Finished* One Shot, One Shot

The condom broke the last time (alpha!)Dean was in heat. But they figured Sam was young, so maybe their chances weren't that high of getting him pregnant. Wrong. And it would be wrong now to think they could do this again without anything happening.

Pregnant with triplets and the parent of a nine month old, Sam is given the chance to nest in a house, not a hotel room on the road. This is the start of a new direction for the Winchesters; one change happens after another and life moves fast. But through it all, Dean sees to it that Sam has everything he needs and more.

And They Call It Honeymoon by hellhoundsprey

*Finished* One Shot

How about some alpha!Dean Smith taking care of his sweet, precious omega!Sam Wesson. Possibly during office hours on Smith's desk with Wesson wearing a pretty pink chastity belt because Sam is his and no one else's.

Post: Part 1

#wincest #weecest #otp #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam #winchester #dean #abo #aob #alpha/beta/omega au #alpha/beta/omega verse #bottom!sam #bottom!sam winchester #top!dean #top!dean winchester #omega!sam winchester #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean #omega!sam #mpreg #were #wolf #werewolves #mate #mates #mer #mermaid #merman #merpeople

[ivyprism]

The Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewrite (Info Dump)

Warning: Violence, implied child abuse, etc.

Sally - Human OC

Personality: They are a kind and caring person. They adore and hold Shelly in great regard. They have the option of being aggressive or merciful, but they pick mercy because they regret their previous violent runs. They are extremely indecisive and passionately protective of their families. Despite their remorse, they are not scared to verbally rip people apart in order to protect their friends and family. They haven't met many people, although they have encountered a few. They are seeking for a means to give some of their pals another opportunity in life. Shelly and Delilah, their aunt, serve as role models for them.

Appearance: They have long black hair and red eyes. They're 8-years-old and their magic is red. They are roughly 4'6".

(With jeans.)

Rosaline - Human OC

Personality: She is a warm-hearted and impulsive child. She strives to help those in need and sees the good in everyone. She is embarrassed about her stutter and the crack in her skull. Despite this, she is incredibly confident, but not self-assured in the majority of her decisions. She feels self-conscious and looks up to her Aunt Delilah. She recognizes kindness in every SOUL and strives to bring it out more. She enjoys animals and feels self-conscious about her stutter. Unfortunately, she is unable to stop it. She tries to be kind to everyone. She relies greatly on her adoptive mother, Shelly, and her aunt.

Appearance: She's 7-years-old and her magic is green. She has short white hair and green eyes. She has a scar on her right eye. She is 4'3" in this form.

Kassidy - Human OC

Personality: Kassidy comes out as a little rough on the exterior. She has a history of being disagreeable, unfriendly, and harsh. She and her sister have a strained relationship due to their biological mother's manipulation and control. She is undergoing extensive therapy and learning to be more compassionate and gentle. She is hesitant in her actions since she is scared about damaging her sister. She moves quickly and never backs down when the going gets tough. She understands how to defend herself and considered the monsters to be extremely dangerous until she came to know them.

Appearance: She is fourteen years old. Her eyes are a shade of yellow. She has long strangely natural grey hair (commonly tied up in a bun.) She is 5'1". She has some old scars.

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#The skeleton sisters' diner au #info dump #info #lots of info #human ocs #children ocs #etc etc #dsioghroieg #// child abuse implied #//violence

[striker-brayden]

Location: Pasadena High School Timestamp: Senior Year

trigger warnings: Addiction, drug abuse, body image, neglect, and generally a lot of dark teenage Brayden thoughts

“Coach Wymack showed up when Brayden needed him most, interested in the notoriously fast striker that vanished from the court. And what so many others had looked over or disregarded, Wymack recognized, used to seeing the same signs in past recruits: the gaunt cheeks, puffy eyes, the track marks hidden under sleeves—all the telltale sign of an addict. Brayden knew that the Foxes were essentially a halfway house and would usually reject being seen as a charity case, but he was desperate to get away.”

When the principal calls Brayden into his office, he’s sure it’s finally happening. He’s getting expelled. Honestly, he’s surprised it took this long for them to finally kick him out. He barely shows up to class, ignores his homework, and completely abandoned going to exy practice. The bleachers have become almost a second home to him, or at least he spends more time there than his actual home.

It should’ve been better after Landon left, one less person to breathe down his neck, but it’s not. His mom has no one to fond over anymore, so she switches between giving Brayden disgusted looks or completely ignoring his existence. It’s like he’s a ghost. He feels like a ghost, haunting the bleachers, completely numb and barely attached to reality.

The thing is, he knows how fucked up he is. That fourteen year old kid who got high for the first time feels like a stranger to him now. It just escalated so fast from there, and he only gets worse by the day. He’s starting to lose hope that it’ll ever get better. Looking in the mirror terrifies him, because he doesn’t recognize the person looking back at him anymore. And he just doesn’t get how anyone can look at him and not see someone who’s practically a shell of a human. Maybe, they don’t notice. Maybe, they don’t care. There’s fleeting moments where he convinces himself that he can stop using and beat this by himself, but then the cravings kick in, and it’s too hard to resist. Especially when there’s no one to encourage him to stop.  

The door shuts behind him as he steps into the office, his hands tremble at his sides when he comes face to face with the principal, his coach, and a man he doesn’t recognize. If they expel him, his mom will definitely kick him out, and then what? He’s left to become some junkie living on the streets?

His coach looks him up and down with a sneer on his face before turning his attention to the other man. “Well, here’s Sykes. I don’t know why you bother, Wymack. The kid hasn’t been to practice in months. I would’ve kicked him off the team, but I haven’t been able to actually track him down,” His coach grumbles. “He’s good, yeah. Not as good as his brother, but one of the fastest strikers I’ve had on the team, but that doesn’t mean much when he doesn’t show up.”

Wymack. As in David Wymack from the Foxes. He’s looking at Brayden so intently that it makes his skin crawl, and he can’t help but scratch at his forearm uncomfortably. Wymack’s gaze follows the movement, and it makes him stop immediately and shove his trembling hands in his sweatshirt pocket.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion then. Can I talk to Sykes alone?” Wymack asks, and his coach looks like he wants to argue, but he shakes his head and leaves the office.

“This is my office,” The principal points out with a scoff.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me borrow it,” He counters. The two seem to have some kind of staring contest before the principal reluctantly leaves. Maybe, he likes the idea of having two former students on a Class I team too much to put up a fight.

With the other two gone, Wymack crosses his arms over his chest and gives Brayden his full attention, who’s still hovering by the door and trying to curl in on himself to make himself less noticeable, eyes shifting frantically around the room.

The man studies his face for a beat before finally speaking up, “You look like shit, Sykes. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Maybe, that’s just my face,” Brayden replies flatly with a shrug, though his heart is pounding in his chest. Wymack is the first person to ever say anything, and it’s both a relief and terrifying.

“That’s definitely part of it, but you weren’t born that way, kid. I’ve seen enough addicts in my day to know the signs,” Wymack’s face softens a little at that, but it does nothing to reassure Brayden.

“Fuck you, you don’t know anything,” Brayden snaps as he backs up towards the door, readying himself to escape. “Is this a fucking intervention? I thought you were a coach, not a fucking therapist.”

His outburst doesn’t seem to phase the man though as he lets out a short laugh. “Yeah, right. You ever hear of the Foxes?”

Of course, he’s heard of the Foxes. His brother plays for the team that put them through hell years ago. It’d be fucking ironic if Wymack was here to recruit him. Landon would be a Raven and Brayden a Fox, the two teams that always seem to be at war with each other.

“Yeah, you’re like the halfway home of Exy. I’m not interested,” His jaw clenches as he looks resolutely at his worn sneakers.

“I’ve seen your reel, and you’re good. Fucking fast enough to have made a name for yourself, at least. But nobody seems to know why you just stopped playing. Don’t know how though, look at you,” Wymack gestures to him, and Brayden knows exactly what he means--the gaunt cheeks, the sunken, red-rimmed eyes, the dark circles, and pale skin.

He spent the last few years wishing someone would see him, and it looks like he’s finally getting his wish, but now he wants to take it back. He feels too exposed. All it took was one glance for Wymack to understand what his own family either doesn’t notice or ignores. Brayden continues to stare at his feet and avoids meeting Wymack’s expectant gaze. He doesn’t have anything to say to that. He just wants the conversation to end, so he can go to the bleachers.

Sighing Wymack crosses the room and grabs a packet from the desk before shoving it towards Brayden. “I want to sign you on to the Foxes, Sykes. You need a lot of work, but you’d make a good striker. You’d have a full five year scholarship to Palmetto, access to therapy, a meal plan, and you can stay with the staff over the summer if you can’t come back here.”

Brayden hesitantly takes the contract with a trembling hand and stares down at it. He can’t make sense of any of the words, because they just blur together. He never considered college. He figured he didn’t have the grades for it, and he’s not really in a place where can actually function on campus. He always wanted to do something with art, like become a tattoo artist. He could get a degree in art, and he wouldn’t have to come back to Pasadena. It all seems a little too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” He asks, clearing his throat as he finally looks at Wymack.

“Rehab. I’ve recruited plenty of addicts, but I expect them to try and get sober. There’s a facility in Palmetto you can go to over the summer, and Betsy, our therapist, will work with you too.”

Brayden’s knuckles turn white as he clenches the contract in his hands, the paper practically vibrating in his grip. He’s thought about getting clean so many times, but he always wanted to do it by himself. He doesn’t want help or to talk. He doesn’t want a therapist asking how he feels about this and that and make him feel more pathetic than he already is.

He’s desperate though. He knows if he stays here, he’ll either end up on the streets or continue to feel unwanted in his own house. He doesn’t even like Exy, but he can play for a few years if it means a scholarship and a place to live. Rehab is almost enough to make him refuse. The idea of it alone makes him sick with fear, but it’s only a few months. All the celebrities seem to go, so why not him?

“Fine,” Brayden finally responds, swallowing roughly. “Give me a pen.”

#tfctask #selfpara #addiction tw #drug abuse tw #neglect tw #body image tw #we got some angsty teenage brayden

[the-colony-roleplay]

Felix Tate Turner | Twenty Two;  Survivor

House: Delma Security Class: 1 Status: Uninfected Alignment: New Wave Reformists

History

tw: eating disorder

Felix was raised by an adoring father who, despite not being the most emotionally stable parent, would move heaven and earth for his son. The spitting image of his fair-skinned, delicate mother, Felix was born in Brisbane, Australia, six weeks premature in a complicated delivery that left both the boy and his mother in critical condition. Rushed to their respective ICUs, Felix bounced back in optimum time—his mother, however, died roughly four hours after giving birth.

Felix’s father, Henry, was absolutely crushed. Already a somewhat emotionally fragile man, he crumbled in the aftermath of the trauma, and under the pressure and fear of having to take care of his newborn son by himself. It wasn’t that he hadn’t believed he could make a great father, it was that he’d never imagined having to do it without Yvonne. She had been the love of his life, and up until the birth of his baby boy, the single most important thing to him. Still, Henry fought tooth and nail to give his son the strongest childhood he could—which meant long hours at the office in the hopes of earning that promotion, hiring a Nanny to help out wherever possible and sending Felix to the prestigious all-boys private school Yvonne had always wanted for him.

Henry hated being away from his son and did the best he could to make up for his absence when they were together. He’d take Felix on outings, teach him how to bake and sew—Felix had never shown much interest in playing sports and had always had a natural inclination towards the finer, more domestic disciplines of life, and so Henry had gone to any lengths he could to be both the father Felix deserved, and the mother he would never have. Henry even got a friend from work to show him how to use a sewing machine so he could in turn teach his son.

Unfortunately, however, his ardent attempts to bond with his boy never quite fostered the results he’d hoped for. The amount of time Felix spent with the Nanny, and all those occasions his father failed to be there for dance recitals, talent shows, bring-your-parent to school days—those times are the ones that stood out, to Felix, and what he carried with him as he got older.

Those times—and the ones his father spent curled up in a sobbing heap on the kitchen floor. After his wife’s death, Henry spent extensive time in therapy, and struggled with severe PTSD and depression. He loved his son more than anything in the world, but Henry’s attempts to protect Felix from the lasting effects of his grief were only minorly successful, and resulted in a young Felix more often than not knowing his Daddy to be either ‘Sad’ or ‘Away’.

As Felix got older, Henry began to fall even more out of touch with him. He didn’t know how to bond with his son anymore because, as a young teenager, Felix wasn’t really interested in walks in the park or in going for ice cream or baking cookies—at least, not with his Dad. And the more they grew distant, the clingier Henry became. Felix didn’t have the tools to face the depths of his father’s grief, and feeling suffocated by Henry’s desperate attempts at keeping him close, began to cope by creating more distance.

Craving independence from his father, Felix became very involved in his social status at school. Deeply lonely but totally unequipped to make meaningful connections, he began seeking attention in other ways. He became intensely preoccupied with his appearance, which had been fawned over by strangers since he was a toddler, and he jumped on any and every opportunity to take centre stage. But creative by nature and unabashedly competitive, he excelled in the spotlight. Musical theatre, dance, piano—he did it all and he did it with grace, energy and fierce commitment. At fourteen, he was scooped up by a local scout and got into modelling—six months later, he was in love. He’d always had dreams of becoming a pop star or a fashion icon, and modelling offered a glamour and limelight he couldn’t resist.

He finished grade ten at sixteen, but opted out of Australia’s discretional Upper Secondary, at the encouragement from his agent. And soon he was being whisked around the world for photoshoots and runway bookings. At that time, he’d begun using his middle name, Tate, for his modelling career, preferring it over Felix because he thought it sounded sharper, and stronger—and he was unfailingly terrified of being soft, like his father. Breakable, like his father.

But the next couple of years were a whirlwind, and at seventeen he used his connections in the industry to leverage him a shot at pursuing a record label. He was signed by an independent agency in Australia under the stage name ‘Felix Tee’ and though he was only just starting, the media attention he was already getting as a model helped with his exposure a great deal. However, though you’d be hard pressed to get him to admit it, his fame did not bring him the fulfillment he hoped it would. The more he got, the more he felt he needed, and life at the mercy of the industry was hard. Not only did the pressure harden him in ways a boy his age shouldn’t have had to, it also aggravated an eating disorder that he’d first been diagnosed with when he was only thirteen.

Felix Today

When D-Day hit, Felix had just landed back in Sydney, after a week spent working in Japan. It was to his father’s immense relief, that they were reunited in the absolute chaos of the flooding airport, and for the first time in several years, Felix clung to his father’s embrace, not keen to let go.

They spent most of the past five years in Colony 30, just outside of Penrith, Australia, where the mountains had provided some protection from flooding and the elements. His father eventually became an Elite, acting as an advisor in the trading relationships between Colonies. When the NWRF rose to power, Henry got looped in with them sort of by accident, and though he was somewhat lukewarm about their positions on the Infected, Felix found himself easily persuaded by their arguments. But it was in his nature to be intensely uncomfortable with the idea of being inferior in some way. As an Uninfected, he couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t been affected by some kind of new world ‘evolution’ and there was little he hated more than feeling left out, or left behind. It seemed absurdly unfair that people were suddenly awarded special ‘abilities’, apparently at random and that it was something they neither worked for, nor earned. And so, feeling slighted, he fell into the Reformists’ pattern of not trusting what he didn’t understand.

Felix and his father eventually used Henry’s influence to be transferred overseas, hoping to locate Felix’s aunt, who they believed to have been living in Bristol before D-Day. They’d had no luck finding her via Echo or Colony registry, but Henry couldn’t give up hope. So a place was set aside for them at Colony 22, and they arrived mid-January, 2163—apparently (and fortunately) only a few days after a recovery from some kind of parasite.

The apocalypse has undeniably brought Felix closer to his father—though there is still a lot of progress to be made before they could be considered ‘close’—but in many ways, he is vastly unchanged. He is still extremely vain and insecure, and his insecurities manifest as they always have, in the overcompensation of his narcissism and a disastrously competitive streak. He has a tendency to be catty and judgemental and remains something of a diva, to put it kindly. Having never learned how to even begin being vulnerable, Felix has immature coping mechanisms, is easily frustrated, and can be quite fickle and fake with his peers.

His eating disorder is still a daily struggle (which was categorized as OSFED, ‘Otherwise Specified Feeding and Eating Disorder’) but he is insistent with his father that he has it under control and that it is no longer an issue. But evidence of his malnutrition is already causing him trouble in training, and he is dreading the start of the Games season, as he has never done anything quite like it before.

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Random question! What kinds of charities do the Queens donate to the most?

Other than their own? Small ones. Local ones. Ones where a sizable donation can make a tremendous, measurable difference on a local level. Charities with agendas to address healthcare, education, poverty, homelessness, and/or crime prevention. Sometimes it’s more obvious than others - such as Nate’s donation to fund an expedition. Sometimes it’s more subtle - such as free childcare on-site for all Queen Inc employees at all levels (they pay for that themselves) or anonymous donations to the public school system. 

Felicity would champion scholarships and camps for girls interested in STEM, particularly coding. Given the last two decades of Thea’s life, Oliver would be interested in providing money for research and support for those suffering from rare diseases. Both of them would look for projects to benefit The Glades (or Domino’s territory), as would Ellie. And as they grow and live their lives they’re going to notice more things that could benefit from financial support. Jules is a phenomenal dancer and artist, but how hard is it for some parents to financially support a kid with similar talents? Ellie has nothing but support from her family when she tells them she’s a lesbian, but how much more aware are her parents of the fact that that’s not every kid’s reality after she comes out? Both Ellie and Jules needed - and got - therapy after being kidnapped as teens, but how many other kids in Starling have undergone trauma and haven’t had the resources to access mental healthcare? 

I think they give to a broad variety of charities. I think they give a lot. The biggest would be the Queen Family Foundation, because they can oversee precisely where the funds go and have influence over how it’s used. But little charities can do so, so, so much good and make a huge impact on people’s lives. They’d know that and they’d give there, too. 

Once upon a time, when I worked in public relations, I had the honor of helping promote a charity one of my clients donated to. The charity was called the Wheel To Walk Foundation and it was a one-woman-run organization. As I remember it, she was just a grandmother who was horrified and frustrated by insurance’s refusal to cover a walker for her grandson, on the grounds they argued he would never be able to walk anyhow. He did, ultimately, by the way. With the help of a walker. But that experience motivated her to start her foundation and provide material support for kids with different physical challenges who insurance had denied. Sometimes it was as simple as a walker, sometimes it was a lift to get a larger kid into a bath so their parents’ back wouldn’t hurt every time. Every time it had a major impact on the family she was helping. I remember the experience of interviewing that woman vividly, even though it was roughly thirteen or fourteen years ago. I remember seeing the faces of kids she’d helped and stories of what an impact her work made. When I think of meaningful giving to small charities, she’s who I think of. Imagine, for a one-woman organization like that, what a $100k donation would do. A donation that size wouldn’t even be noticeable to the Queens’ finances. But it could change so much for so many people in need. So, I like to think of them helping like that. 

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