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imadethisblogtoaskaboutspnmpreg · 11 months

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what is spm mpreg

My friend. My buddy. My pal. My sweetheart.

What is spn mpreg?

I am so glad you asked!

The answer awaits you... right under the cut 😘

Way back when, when the land was lawless and tumblr was a hopeful place, there was a show called

✨Supernatural✨

This show was beloved by many on the still budding hellsite and beyond! It was the show du jur, the universal blorbo. It was the hottest thing and everybody watched it! Nowadays, you will find but ruins of its former glory but I was there, Anon. I saw it with my own two eyes.

The show itself was about two brothers, Sam and Dean, held together by bonds of trauma formed through shared hardship, who would go on adventures and defeat evils for the good of humanity. Until...

Dean, beloved older brother and sweetheart of many on the internet, perished. The circumstances are irrelevant but oh, was it tragic. Fangirls wept across the planet as one and nobody knew what was going to happen.

But, oh! A sudden change in direction! All of a sudden, Dean was being pulled up by an angelic hand, resurrected like Jesus before him! An impact so strong, so intense it left a permanent mark on his body which the writers never forgot about, ever! Dean Winchester was reborn and all rejoiced for it was Right.

But whoever was the mysterious being that had gripped him tight and raised him from perdition? It didn't take long for the show to explore this and oh my, did it get explored! The answer, of course, was Castiel, and angel of the lord who would henceforth devote himself to Dean and only Dean.

Thus, Destiel was born.

On another platform though, the well respected and important LiveJournal, there were Things abrewing. One of the many things prevalent in the Supernatural (or SPN for short) fandom was the RPF.

As you may know, or you might not, RPF stands for Real Person Fiction, it is similar to the traditional fanfiction but with "characters" who are not characters at all but based on human beings. Despite this, it occasionally features fantastical elements, AUs and other such things.

One user on what we used to call a "kink meme", a place for fans to inspire each other by pawning off ideas, suggested a very particular such RPF. The result took elements from existing tropes such as the heat fic, a longstanding gift from the house of Star Trek, as well as (alleged) wolf behaviour as described in one singular study.

The unholy concoction we were gifted that day is now known as Omegaverse or ABO. Within this trope, there are additional axes to the gender spectrum - but not in a fun, non-binary way! Rather, all humans will fall strictly into one of three categories: Alpha, Beta and Omega.

Alphas are strong and dominant. They can impregnate people regardless of agab and go into ruts. They also have a 💦knot💦 that will fix their penis in a hole after they come.

Omegas are weaker, more pliant. They can become pregnant, once again regardless of agab, and go into 🥵heats🥵 at certain intervals. An omega's heat is what causes an Alpha's rut.

And Betas... well, they're normies, basically. You're a beta 🤷‍♂️

The most common form of ABO fanfic tends to involve the desired characters being an Alpha and an Omega, the Omega going into heat and the Alpha... helping them with it, if you know what I mean 😏

Since the trope makes it so cismale characters can get pregnant (ABO predates the rise of commonly accepted trans headcanons) the community has, of course, attracted many breeding kinksters such as myself. I've seen surprisingly few Omegaverse kidfics tho which is a pleasant thing for me considering I hate kidfics.

And since ABO originated in the SPN fandom (more or less) it is quite popular within it. And before I get a billion asks: yes, there are many other ways to achieve mpreg (male pregnancy) in your blorbos such as oviposition or simply making the character in question trans, but since ABO is the most common Watsonian cause of specifically spn mpreg, I figured I'd focus my reply on that.

Anyway, it's late and I'm getting tired but I still wanna post this before going to bed because my dear Anon, you have yearned long enough!

I hope you've found this explanation entertaining 💜

#destiel #supernatural #spn #mpreg #history lesson #omegaverse

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asterekmess · 3 years

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Plot Twists & Plagiarism

So, I was talking with some people in my discord *cough* You should join and come talk about Sterek with us. *cough* and realized that I had some feelings that I wanted to share. I'm just copying this from what I posted there, bc I don't have the brainpower to better adjust it for tumblr: I was talking to my husband about how conflicted I feel about being a writer/about the way stuff is viewed within media as 'plagiarism' or 'stealing.' And Furthermore, how that view interacts with the recent issue we've been seeing within media re: Random Plot twists for the sake of "The shock factor."

I know that it's been a common idea/theme that people within the TW fandom (and I know this occurs in lots of big fandoms, that's part of my point) believe that things from fic or fic writers were seen by TW creators and stolen to be used for the show, without giving the Original writers/fans any credit. And I'm not trying to say that they're explicitly wrong. There's no proof either way, and it IS entirely possible that that's occurring. I think SPN is the one people think of the most, because they had an entire episode about SPN cons and used a ton of stuff from the fandom to do with ships and costume choices and headcanons without really acknowledging that they took those ideas from fans who had already created it, which left a lot of fans feeling cheated and Outright made fun of.

So, again, I'm not saying that people who believe that are Wrong, and I'm not saying that it isn't something that's actually happened before.

But.

With recent superhero movies/shows/MCU stuff, people have gotten Super upset lately because of random plot twists that got thrown in the end. I'm not gonna list them because A) i don't watch that shit so i don't know many and B) they're from the end, so they'd probably be spoilers for people. But its a valid issue.

It's incredibly frustrating as a reader to follow a show's plotline and themes and arcs, only to have everything Obliterated in the last episode or two because the creators wanted to be 'original.'

But I get why they do that?

As a writer, even just a fic writer, when I see people headcanon things or point out really obscure meta that I Already HC'd or thought about and either have a WIP about or was going to create a WIP about it, sometimes I get fucking scared.

Because of accusations like I first described. Because even if I already thought of it, if I didn't say it FIRST, but then try to present it as something from my own head, there's fear that someone will accuse me of stealing an idea from another fan.

We talk about how having a plotline that people can guess the ending to doesn't always mean it's bad, it means it makes sense. But then, if we guess the ending, and accuse people of stealing the idea when they DO use that ending, of COURSE they're going to start throwing in fucking plot twists out of the blue, because they want to avoid getting told that they took the idea from someone else.

And I know that some of the stuff is Really specific, but it's also REALLY logical. This is a show with millions and millions of fans, and millions of fics and blog posts and meta ideas. SOMEONE is going to guess the right thing eventually. That doesn't necessarily mean that it was stolen by the show, it means that fan Happened to guess it.

Jeff Davis told fans a lot earlier on that Stiles' name was polish, and hard to pronounce, which is why so many fics had about a billion polish names for him. One of them just happened to be right. It's a fitting name, since it means "sword of glory" and that's dramatic as fuck, just like some of the other names used.

Stiles' jeep being called roscoe is a fan thing, it was never confirmed within canon, even though I think some of the actors said that they liked the name. The fact that it belonged to his mom makes sense because it's an old car, he's SUPER protective of it, and his mom died when he was young. It's the same reason people guess that the Camaro was Laura's or that Derek's jacket was his dad's.

And while it does seem suspicious that the show had a storyline that'd been written about before...it's been written about because it's a Very Popular storyline. Tons of shows, especially ones dealing with magic like TW do the plotline of someone being completely forgotten and having that One Person who remembers them bc True Love or bc Family. I know Stargate has an episode on it, and I'm pretty sure Buffy did too (and davis said buffy was part of his inspiration for the show). So did Charmed. And since TW is established as a show that pulls from a bunch of real, often celtic/nordic myths, using the ghost riders Also makes sense. Even having Lydia be the one to remember him makes sense because she was framed as a love interest for Stiles since the start of TW, even if we weren't fans of it/it wasn't done well.

Again, I'm really not trying to say that people who believe it was taken from fans are Definitely wrong. I won't pretend that there haven't been instances where it Really Did Happen with other shows/media bc it HAS, and TW fans have every right to be suspicious of it.

But I personally am torn, because while I find it incredibly frustrating when we get stupid plot twists out of the blue, I also have the urge to do that with my own FICS bc I saw someone randomly guess the ending/plot point and I'm terrified that if I continue to write it the way I had planned, I'll get accused of stealing the idea from them. We can't simultaneously ask writers/creators to give us logical/reasonable plotlines, and then accuse them of stealing them when they do and we randomly guess what was going to happen.

#personal #meta ramblings #anti-stydia #i guess??

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fictionalabyss · 3 years

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Backwards bullheaded bullshit.

Pairings : Alpha!Sam x Luna!Reader, Beta!Garth, Alpha!Benny, Alpha!Michael, Dean x Castiel mentioned, Past Dean x Michael mentioned.

Word count : 1,599

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Societal Role Reversal

Warning : Pack style fic, stay at home parent/working parent, soft Sam, tough Reader, Michael can be a dick, protective Sam, strong female not backing down.

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Sam is big, even for an Alpha. He towers over seemingly everyone, even other Alpha’s step out of his way. They all fear him, but they’re about to find out there’s someone they should fear more.

The Alpha family was in the city for the first time since the birth of their daughter. Packs were abuzz with the news, everything had been put on hold while the small family got settled, meetings postponed until further notice, but now, they were scheduled and happening. A meeting of the packs was happening today, every Alpha and Beta across the states making the trip.

Sam moved through the streets on his way out for breakfast, the occasional shocked eyes on him as he moved past, but he paid them no mind at all. Whispers of his name followed him as he pulled open the door of his favorite city diner, owned by a pack member, and stepped inside.

“Good morning, Alpha Sam, I-” the waitress froze, eyes on the small bundle strapped to his chest.

“Coffee.” he informed her, making his way to a table. “Egg white western omelet, turkey bacon.”

“I- yes Alpha.” she scurried off and Sam pulled out a chair and sat in it, the bag he’d been carrying on his shoulder being placed in the chair next to him and opened it. “Your coffee.” she placed the piping hot mug on the table in front of him.

“Thank you. Oh, could you heat this up for me, please? She’ll be waking up soon for a feeding.” he smiled down at his daughter in the wrap, so tiny compared to the giant she was strapped to, and handed over a bottle.

“Of course, Alpha.” the waitress all but bowed for him, but didn’t leave just yet.

“Heat it in a pot of water.” Sam informed her, figuring that was why she was lingering. “Not too hot, and be careful, it’s breast milk and I can’t exactly pump more myself.”

“Uh- no, I know, Alpha. It’s not that..”

“Then what is it?”

“I- aren’t you supposed to be at the meeting?”

Sam smiled. “Don’t worry. We’re being represented just fine.”

The chatter in the room was loud. 12 Alphas surrounded the large table, all talking amongst themselves and their Beta’s who were close by. There were even a few Luna’s relaxing on the couch at the far end of the room, more focused on their phones than anything else.

“Think he’ll finally come?”

“Word is he left his house. And his Beta was seen down in the lobby earlier this morning making sure everything was ready. He must be here.”

“If he is, he’s late. He’s never late.”

The door opened, and everyone turned expecting to see Sam, but were disappointed by the man who strolled into the room. “Boys.” he smiled, pulling off the cap he wore on his head as he moved into the room.

“Where’s your Alpha, Garth. He’s late.”

Garth just smiled and turned towards the door. “Gentlemen.” Everyone looked stunned as you walked in, tight pencil skirt, loose blouse and high heels, folder tucked under your arm. “Sorry I’m late, I had to pump for the baby before I could leave.” You smiled at them before taking your seat at the table, Sam’s seat. “Shall we get started?”

“You’re not the Alpha. Where is Sam?”

“Alpha Sam is spending time with his daughter, so I, and Sam’s Beta Garth,” you gestured over to him seated to your right “will be sitting in in his stead.”

“What makes you think you’re qualified?” the alpha across from you demanded.

You smiled at the man seated directly across from you. “I’m not just some helpless Luna blindly following my mate, Michael.” you deliberately ignored his Alpha title. “And you know that better than anyone.” You saw how his lip curled up in a sneer. “But if it’s credentials you want..” you shrugged. “I graduated top of my class, majoring in both business and law. I have my own firm and have secured acquisitions of billion dollar companies, three of which I bought out from under three members sitting at this very table, including you.” You smiled sweetly at him. “By the way, I more than doubled the income you were making from it.” you sent him a wink and Garth chuckled to himself, loving this to no end. “I keep up with the day to day of not only my own pack, but all of yours as well. I know that Benny has been dealing with rogues the last few months, I actually have a location for you, Benny, thank Castiel when you see him.” You pulled a paper out of your folder and slid that over to him. “You need lumber.” you pointed off to another alpha. “You need money.” and another. “And you.” your eyes now back on Michael. “You want something you can’t have, but I’m not about to put you on blast in front of them, not unless you push me to.”

“Burned.” Garth mouthed.

“So, can we continue this meeting or do I need to continue to prove that my dick is bigger than yours?”

“Sam’s dick is probably bigger than his whole body.” You heard the whisper and couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips while Michael glared at the culprit.

“Just fucking get this over with.” he pouted.

You smiled triumphantly. "Would any of the other Luna's care to join us? I'm sure I'd love to hear their inputs and opinions." You looked over to them, and saw the surprise on their faces.

“Hey, baby.” you smiled at the infant strapped to Sam’s chest. You were surprised to find him waiting down in the lobby when the meeting finally let out. “Did you have a nice time with daddy?”

“We had a good day.” Sam assured you. When you looked up at him, he smiled and kissed you gently. “How’d it go?” You sighed. “That bad?” A few people who’d been in the elevator with you and Garth moved past, giving Sam nods on their way out.

“At first. Michael wasn’t thrilled. I won the pissing contest in the end, so he fell in line.”

“It was beautiful, Boss.” Garth laughed, coming up behind you. “Fuck, you should have seen it.”

“I wish I had.” Sam was smiling, glad you didn’t let them walk all over you. It was what he loved most about you. The elevators dinged behind you as the door to the second one opened letting people out right as the one you had stepped out of closed and started its assent.

“Sam!” He looked past you and smiled seeing Benny. “Good to see you, brother.”

“Good to see you too, Benny.”

“Hey, thank your brother’s mate for me, for finding those rogues.”

Michael growled as he walked past, and Sam eyed him as he addressed Benny. “You can thank him yourself, why don’t you come over for dinner. What the fuck is your problem?” Sam asked, now addressing Michael, and you turned to look over at the other Alpha.

“You.” Michael snapped. “Fucking Winchesters, too busy playing house to do their fucking jobs.”

“Excuse me?” Sam was about ready to hand off the baby and knock some sense into Michael. This attitude had been going on for too long now.

“You don’t even show up to the meetings you set because you’re too busy playing fucking mama bird. You’re an alpha, for fucks sake. That’s a job for the Luna and pack Omegas. It’s fucking beneath you.”

Sam growled, but you stepped in front of him, getting in Michael's face. “This is why you lost him.” you spat at him. “Because of your backwards bullheaded bullshit.”

“Watch your mouth.” he growled at you. “I’m still an Alpha.”

“You're an asshole. Dean’s a million times better off without you and I’m so fucking glad he had the sense to see it before it was too late.”

Michael bared his teeth with a growl, and Sam was quick to pull you a step back and get between you, the baby no longer strapped to his chest. You could hear Benny behind you coo-ing at her. “Threaten my Luna again, Michael, and you won’t have a fucking pack left to call you Alpha.” Sam threatened.

“Whatever he doesn’t destroy, I’ll buy out.” you added. "At a reduction."

With one last snarl, and Michael stormed off, pissed, his Beta Zachariah hurrying along behind him.

“Gotta love working for the power house couple.” Garth chuckled from behind you, and both you and Sam turned towards him and Benny again. “Admit it, you wanna see Dean’s face when I tell him about how she put Michael in his place again.”

“I really do.” Benny was laughing.

“So, dinner?” Sam asked, holding his hands out to take his daughter back.

“I’ll be there.” Benny smiled down at the little girl in his arms before handing her over to her father. “Got a mate for you to meet, anyways.” He smiled. “Might have a little one of my own coming, too.”

“Benny!” your face lit up at that, and you gave his arm a playful punch. “Why didn’t you tell us!”

“Y'all were busy.” he shrugged. “Telling you now.”

“She’s coming to dinner, and you’re staying for a few days.” you demanded.

“Alright, alright, Jesus. Don’t need you buying out my properties, too.” he teased, hands up in surrender making you laugh again.

“Actually, I was thinking of selling you one.” you smiled at him.

“I’m listening..” he followed as you all started out of the lobby.

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Hola Mishamigos! It’s Friday and I am here with more nonsense from my SPN rewatch - dudes, we are all SLEEPING on Season 11, in both good and bad ways. There is so much in just the first trifecta of “Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire;” “Form and Void;” and “Bad Seed” (since “Baby” deserves her own analysis) - so come relive my rewatch with me. This is a summary of some things that stood out for me (few are analysis, most are clowning; basically this is a pared down live tweet - you’re welcome/I'm sorry); copy/paste from the script is included with my own emphasis:

OUT OF THE DARKNESS INTO THE FIRE [11x01]

-There’s lots more to this episode, but really this is the most important and relevant part (also it’s too soon and I am offended, damaged, attacked and hurt) -

DEAN: Yeah, whoa. All right, take -- take it easy, okay? (gesturing to the deputy’s wound) Bad guys?

JENNA: Rebar. I sought cover. I fell.

***LIKE EXCUSE ME, but what in the actual fuck. Did they just decide to pull that from the episode four years later to emotionally traumatize us in the subsequent rewatches? I know it’s probably coincidence but my sad soul has not recovered *enough* for rebar’s first SPN appearance to be right now in this moment when I am blissfully 5 entire seasons away from the dead end in the road.

- The only other important part of this episode - when Dean takes the call from Cas privately first before putting it on speaker for Sam, and something about this exchange is so endearing-

(Dean’s phone rings)

DEAN: Where the hell are you, Cas?

(The scene flips between Sam and Dean at the hospital, and Castiel in the woods.)

CASTIEL: I'm...I'm okay.

DEAN: You don't sound okay.

CASTIEL: Dean, I am fine. Besides, what I have, you can't help me.

DEAN: What do you mean, what you have?

CASTIEL: Just please tell Sam -- Rowena escaped with the Book of the Damned and the codex.

DEAN: Okay, forget Rowena. Where are you?

CASTIEL: Now, you tell me -- the Mark . . .

DEAN: Oh, really? You're worried about me after everything that I’ve --

CASTIEL: Dean, is it gone?

DEAN: Yes. I'm good. I mean, I'm not great.

CASTIEL: Makes two of us. (Dean puts Cas on speakerphone) This is good news.

SAM: Hey, Cas.

CASTIEL: Sam.

***It’s just so poignant that Dean wanted privacy for the first minutes of that call, probably because he is still haunted about the beating he gave Cas in 10 and *other things,* and Cas is literally being torn apart by Rowena’s curse but he only cares about Dean getting rid of the Mark, and the world is ending but Dean only cares about Cas and where he is - honestly this scene - I’m -

***Further thoughts on the Animal Curse/Cas/Dean below under 11x03

FORM AND VOID [11x02]

(love the Genesis call back to this verse in the title - “And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”)

-speaking of emotional trauma, this fucking shit again -

JENNA: Yeah. I pretty much grew up here. Learned to ride my bike down the road. Had my first kiss at that blue house over there. Lost my virginity up there (pointing to different house).

DEAN: I'll bet blue house was pissed.

JENNA: She was. (handing Amara to Dean) Do you mind?

***This frustrated/disappointed/angered/saddened me to NO END despite already knowing that it happens constantly on the show, because what was the reason?! Did they have to point out that she had a female love interest for this brief moment just to turn her evil and kill her off? There was no need to include this detail. It’s either blatant homophobia or willful ignorance (so also blatant homophobia) that this is what representation means. I won’t go on because obviously we are aware of this and much has already been said/written about it, but still, fuck this.

-we meet Billie and there is more “FORESHADOWING”-

QUEEN IS SINGING “OH DEATH” aka Death’s entrance song from Season 5 and I am BLOWN AWAY by this almost as much as her amazing voice - like did they know at this point she would become the new Death season later? DID THEY KNOW? I need answers.

Seriously, go listen to it immediately; bask in its glory:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFOm5i6b56o

We also get our first mention of the Empty, so that’s cute that they referenced both Dean’s and Cas’s Season 15 ‘demises’ in the same episode (it’s not cute really and I am crying again now) ->

BILLIE: You and Dean . . . Dying and coming back again and again. The old death thought it was funny. But now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives . . . dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven . . . Or Hell. One of us -- and, Lord, I hope it's me -- we're gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that. I know you're dying. I can feel it. You're unclean in the biblical sense. So I'll be seeing you again, Sam . . . Seeing you real soon. Name's Billie, by the way.

-another reason for me to continue denying the flaming trash heap that they tried to call the series finale-

Sam is dying here because he has been infected by the Darkness-vein-animal-exploding-people-plague so he goes to pray about it

SAM: So . . . I know it's been a long time, but . . . Dean and I, we've -- we've been through a lot of bad. But this is different. This is my fault, and I don't know how to fix it. And if I have to die, I've made my peace with that, but . . . Please. Dean deserves better. Dean deserves a life. There are people out there, good people, who are going to suffer because of me, and I am not asking you to clean up my mess. Hell, I don't even know if you're out there, but . . . If you are . . . And if you can hear me, I, um . . . We need your help, God. We need to know there's hope. We need a sign.

**DABB WROTE THIS F-ING EPISODE. How are you going to write Dean deserves a life here to just do what you did Dabb. Don’t get me started on my feelings about this scene in the dark depths of my finale-denying soul. DEAN DESERVES BETTER INDEED, SEASON 11 SAM.

To rub salt in this particular wound, they show us THE cutest scenes of Dean with this damn baby so we can have feelings about how great of a parent he could be (also I ADORE that whenever Jared, Jensen, or Misha have scenes in later seasons with young children/babies it is SO clear they slip into their own natural dad mode without even noticing it; these guys just all seem like excellent fathers and it makes me mushy) and even Crowley picks up on that shit and makes his little ex-boyfriend joke (after Demon Dean and most of season 10 there is no way I will ever NOT believe that Crowley and Dean did not take a tumble; I will take no criticism):

CROWLEY: The child likes you. No surprise, really. You're very maternal.

LIKE WHAT IS THIS:

Speaking of King Jackles, next comes the episode he directed ->

BAD SEED [11x03]

-Cas/Dean parallels with the Attack Dog Spell/Mark of Cain-

This arc appears in the 10 finale and then runs through the first three episodes, culminating in this one. Despite it hurting my heart to see our angel so bloody eyed and feral, I LOVED this parallel; it’s truly brilliant - Cas’s reaction to the attack dog spell is such a mirror to the way Dean dealt with the Mark most of 10. It’s also beautiful that Dean is the only one that can pull Cas from the spell’s control at the end of this episode; that alley scene between the two of them in 11x02 is so tender and sweet. I like to think this brought an entire new layer of depth to their connection, because no one truly understood how Dean felt under the influence of the Mark until now (someone write a fan fic about this exchange!!!!!!) I *love* this journey for them (please say that sentence in Alexis Rose in your head). Bonus that the episode containing my most favorite of *domestic* phone calls with Dean and Cas follows this one, and also Dean’s SHORT SHORTS follow because now he is just walking around the bunker in short shorts while Cas is there and I maintain this is because of this new level of closeness. As previously stated I ACCEPT NO criticism.

ALSO OF COURSE THE FACE CUP THAT JENSEN HIMSEF DIRECTED HIMSELF TO DO. I STAN A KING. I HEREBY DEMAND AT LEAST ONE FACE CUP PER EPISODE OF THE MINI SERIES JENSEN.

***I just saw something posted by @watchthebeesandfish back in 2015 when digging around the internet re: this episode - that this was the first time both Dean/Cas had seen each other as “themselves” since that heart wrenching bridge scene in 9x10, when Dean walks away from Sam/Cas after the Gadreel possession reveal (he goes on to take the Mark of Cain in the following episode, and has it the rest of the season through season 10 finale). That is brilliant and accurate and I BOW DOWN in humility to that parallel. I now love this scene a billion times more. *single [wo]man tear* Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this little trip down memory lane, thanks as always for getting through my rambling, and HAPPY FACE CUPPING FOREVER.

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trashcatsnark · 3 years

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Questions For An Author

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Tagging: @enchantedbythebidders @tender-wounds @rosyibby

Name: Mariah

Top 5 Fandoms Written: Far Cry 5, Kissed By The Baddest Bidder, Cyberpunk 2077, Boyfriend To Death, uhhhh Mystic Messenger? That feels like a cheat.

Top 5 Fandoms You Want To Write For/More: Mystic Messenger, I really loved that otome, and wrote for it but never finished anyting for some reason. Fallout 4, I fell in love with Danse but struggled to fall in love with the lore (i hate the 50’s aesthetic shit ngl, but thats just me) so nothing ever took off. Supernatural, ironically most popular fic on AO3 is for Supernatural but I never sunk my teeth into writing for it like I thought I would. Boyfriend to Death, I actually have like lots of my one shots and some series ideas for BtD, but never really have found the time or energy to write them. Stardew Valley is a big one too, I adore Shane, but for some reason that fic has yet to catch it’s vibe.

Stories You Wish More People Knew About: Granted, Can You Feel The Sun? My cyberpunk 2077 fic is still very much in it’s infancy, so it’s understandable but I still sometimes am like wahhh i wish it was doing better. But, I know its just a time thing, i mean, it took about a year for This Is Love to do as well as it is rn.

Ship(s) Written The Most: Dahlia x Polyseed, Tsuneko x hinted with all bidders, Aidan x Johnny. Im an oc simp, what do you want from me.

Character(s) Written The Most: Dahlia at this point. As far as canon characters, maybe Pratt since he’s her shit head sidekick.

How Many OCs Do You Have: An amount. Dahlia for FC5, Tsuneko for KBTBB, Aidan or CP2077, Regan for SPN, Scout for FO4, Haejin for Mystic Messenger, Jude for SDV. Unnamed ocs for BtD and Monster Prom. And if you go far enough back i had like a billion shitty ocs for OHSHC, Fruits Basket, Naruto, YYH, One Piece, Digimon, Pokemon, etc etc.

How Many Series Do You Have: Publicly; I have 3. This Is Love (FC5), Black Market Wonderland (KBTBB), and Can You Feel The Sun? (CP2077). Though, unfinished, I did have Blossoming which was gonna be my Mystic Messenger fic and Mad To Live which was gonna be my supernatural fic. And I never named them but I was gonna do one for SDV and FO4, maybe someday, or not at all.

What Do You Do With Fics You’re No Longer Interested In?: I don’t really like to like abandon fics, but like it is a struggle especially when I lose interest in the fandom it’s for. Black Market Wonderland has been on a very long hiatus, but I definitely do wanna come back to it whenever my love for KBTBB is back and Im less frustrated with Voltage as well as some shit that went down in the fandom. I know drama and personal shit shoudn’t impact feelings on a game, but its hard for it not to for me.And what happened in voltage stuff was like, the most personal I’ve ever been involved in stuff so, its hard. But i still love the characters, so hopefully I’ll rekindle that flame. So, i guess I just wait and pray for my energy to return.

Coming Soon: The next update I do, that I have planned for next month is chapter 11 for This Is Love.

Line From A WIP: From Can You Feel The Sun? Chapter 2. (accidentally wrote can you feel the love, smashing fic titles together omg) Also, spoilers for Jackie's backstory in Cyberpunk 2077, so skip over if you don't want.

“I meant what I said before, Night City ain’t the kind of place to let you get by without family, but…” He trails off and chews his lip as he considers his next words. Then they seem to die in his throat.

“But…?” She prompts, trying to encourage him to finish his thought. Jackie then grabs a belt from his nightstand table, stretching worn leather over his fingers.

“Do you know what this is?”

It’s clear it has some significant value to him, but she has no way of knowing what, to her it’s just a belt. So, she merely shakes her head no, deciding not to be a smartass and allow him the chance to get the weight off his chest.

“This belt belonged to my dad, if you can call him that, Raul Welles. He, uh, use it to beat on us.. Go to school overed in welts, have to watch like a coward when he’d go after my ma.”

“You weren’t a coward,” V signs and gets up from her chair, sitting next to him, touching his shoulders, “you were a child.”

“Yeah…well, one day I ripped the belt right out of his hand and showed him what it felt like, turns out he couldn’t take his own medicine. Haven’t seen him since, but keep it on hand, just in case.”

V squeezes his shoulder, not sure what to say or do, how to comfort someone after that. The pains of a shitty dad is one she knows all too well, even when her own wasn’t trying to kill her, he was fixated on making her and her sister strong; training them. She knows all too well that you can’t take away the memories or the pain, but she hopes, being here can be enough. That the comfort of touch can act as a temporary salve for the heart, even if it’s all she can offer.

“Look, chica,” he takes a deep breath, “I don’t know your story, when and if you tell it is up to you. But, my point is. You need a family to get along in Night City, but family don’t end or start with blood. My old man will never be family to me. But, I got…people… who don’t share a drop of blood of with me and I’d take a bullet for ‘em”

“I think…I get what you mean, family you choose is what matters most.”

She agrees, but choosing her family is it’s own beast. Letting people in, breaking down walls, finding a family that chooses her as much as she chooses them. It’s all a terrifying prospect, being alone is easier, more convenient, less effort… Though it has a cost too, of course.

“So, make a choice.”

“What?”

“Work with me, V.”

Do You Accept Prompts?: I accept questions and ideas; I’m always open to talking about my oc’s and their bullsit. But as far as prompts go, if I'm in a mood which is rare and don’t really take requests. I just personally have always found that if I accept requests or prompts; writing because a duty/obligation and not a hobby which drains a lot of the fun for me.

How Do You Feel About Kudos?: They’re nice and I really appreciate them. Comments and bookmarks will make me the happiest!~ That being said I’m really bad about doing that myself so I get it.

Do You Read Fic As Well?: Not that much actually, I’m very particular with what I read regularly and even then, maybe once a week I go on a reading binge. I love fanfic, greatly, but I’m someone who’s like I need to write

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #far cry 5 #fc5 #about me #thanks for the tag

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gen-is-gone · 4 years

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listen guys it’s 2 in the morning again bc i have no job again and i’ve got a podcast episode to record tomorrow and a job i don’t want to apply for this week and fuck, i’m about to fucking cry over fucking supernatural, and destiel. I found a speedrun of relevant dean/cas episodes about a week and a half ago and on a whim decided to sort of catch up before the last episode and. fuck. i’ve consumed like sixty episodes straight, jumping from place to place with next to no context. i have stayed up til five in the goddamn morning, twice, watching this show. i have watched more supernatural in the last 15 hours than i’d watched in its whole 15 years, and guys. FUCK.

Supernatural has been on the periphery of my fandom experience for as long as I’ve been in fandom. It premiered in the autumn of ‘05 and I discovered fanfiction.net in the summer of ‘06. I heard of it for the first time reading a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean of all things later that year. I read multiple Criminal Minds crossovers where the FBI tracks the Winchesters on LiveJournal a few years later. I remember a fanartist I liked for Artemis Fowl writing long essays on Deviantart about her ambivalence towards Castiel, and her annoyance at wincest shippers jumping ship to dean/castiel (this was before the portmanteau shipname vogue). I remember spn from years before it hit tumblr and the floodgates opened wide, long before it became one of the three sacred pillars of fandom from ‘11 to ‘13. Fuck, I remember learning about a/b/o from an Inception kink meme that had to link to a Fanlore page for Supernatural to explain what the requester wanted.

I remember all of this from a fandom I was never really a part of, and I say this not to assert some sort of moral or intellectual superiority but just because at the time it never spoke to me. I’ve know plenty of people who adored spn, who wrote fic, made art, compiled the gifsets its fandom became legendary for, and having finally, finally, here at the end of all things actually watched it, (well, some small salient portion of it) I just wanna say:

Fuck, I am so proud of this fandom. You have done incredible, legendary things. You have made art, drawings, paintings, photoedits, gifsets, cosplay. You have written millions, billions of words of fanfiction and essays and passionate reactions. You have created infrastructure and culture and were an integral part of fandom’s migration from web 1.0 to 2.0, from the ‘journals to tumblr and twitter (for better and for worse). You created one of the first spontaneous crossover fandoms in history. You made history. You inspired paradigm-shifting debate about everything from misogyny in horror tropes to the pitfalls of parasocial relationships. You challenged what we could expect from creators in terms of representation and respect. You demanded better than queerbaiting and denial, and yet persisted in spite of it, for fifteen years.

Listen, I don’t know if this show deserves you, though I suspect it does not. And yes, this fandom, like all fandoms, has had a host of drama ranging from the silly to the horrific, and I won’t pretend it hasn’t. But every megafandom has those troubles; you genuinely were not somehow the worst fandom ever, (far from it) and this post is not about that. This is about how utterly, profoundly inspiring this fandom has been, in its fervor, in its dedication, in its absolute joy that fucking frankly, too many people have tried for too damn long to crush. Here’s to all of you, refusing to back down and bearing mocking and hate from the cringe culture crowd and the creators alike. Here’s to those who’ve been in this ride since the bush administration, and here’s to those who jumped on right here at the very end, like I did. I’m glad to have known this fandom, long before I knew this show.

I’m proud of you, and you all should be proud of yourselves. So no matter how this final episode goes down, no matter how exalting, joyful, and satisfying, or how bitterly disappointing, please, please. Be proud of yourselves. This fandom is a part of history, a seismic event, an indelible mark on the geologic record of fandom and the internet. You have done incredible things. You have inspired me, and I’ve barely seen Supernatural. Imagine, and remember, all the ways you’ve inspired each other. I’m glad to have lived and been in fandom during its reign.

(I’m actually tearing up a little as I write this, which could just be from allergies and sleep deprivation, but let’s be real, it’s not the allergies and sleep deprivation.)

Thank you, Supernatural fandom. Carry on.

#supernatural #SPN #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #megan whines into the empty abyss of cyberspace #fuck i am UGLY CRYING #OVER A SHOW I STILL KNOW ALMOST NOTHING ABOUT #i have so much weird nostalgia for spn despite not have seen more than 5 eps total before last week #like it's Been There the whole time #i've gone from a middle schooler to an adult who used to a have a job in the time it's been on #i have harbored a great deal of Certified Autistic Affection for Castiel for like a decade #despite having actually watched him onscreen like twice #i have lines from this show carved into my brain that i've never heard spoken #only seen in gifs #so many goddamn gifs #i feel like i know so much from just osmosis while at the same time knowing absolutely nothing #i started this marathon bc i was feeling really genuinely sad that it's ending #tho also y'kno #bc of the recent batshit insanity w/r/t destiel #fuck i remember spn *before castiel*#i remember the wincest shippers' mild irritation that dean/castiel was bleeding off good writers #i have carry on wayward son stuck in my head at this precise moment and for all of last week #and i have no one but myself and eric kripke to blame for it #fuck now it's 3 in the morning i typed for an hour :|

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jerkbitchidjitassbutt · 5 years

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Moments (Part 13)

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members

Anon Request: Hello, I was wondering if i could request a Jensen x Fan Reader fic were they meet at a con. There they keep running into each other. Thank You.

Summary: Attending a convention has always been a dream - and that dream is now a reality. Little did you know a clumsy run-in would lead to meeting one of your favorite actors. Who knows what the weekend will hold.

A/n: As always, thanks to my sweet betas, @winchester-writes and @our-jensen-ackles-love. Masterlist is attached in a reblog if you’d like to catch up! W/C: 2500. Warnings: none? Jensen and Jared being adorable. Also, this gif is lethal.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

“His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

Y/f/n followed you down the stairs as you hastily jumped from step to step, hurrying nowhere in particular rather quickly.

“I mean is this insane?” you asked her as she trailed behind you. “This is fast… like really fast. Should I already be saying shit like that? That I’m in love with him?”

Almost tripping, she tried her best to keep up with you, “Well, yeah… its fast.”

You halted immediately, “What?!”

She almost ran into you, taken aback, “I mean—yeah, Y/n. Its fast, but that doesn’t mean it's a bad thing. I know you’re in love with him, its written all over your adorable face.” She giggled, squishing your cheek teasingly. “And look, you don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, okay? You don't have to ‘go public’ or whatever.” She continued, using air quotes with her hands, not unlike Jared’s exaggerated ones. “But I think this is good for you. You’re obviously head over heels for him, and he’s crazy about you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. She was right, and you knew it. This is the craziest thing that’s ever happened to you, but what’s life without a little crazy?

The two of you went to stand in the lengthy line for your J2 photo op among the 200 others who had purchased tickets. Y/f/n simply stood beside you and held your hand as you took in all of the noise and excitement around you. A group of girls in their early 20’s that were about 5 feet in line ahead of you were gossiping about the photo snapped of you and Jensen. They giggled and zoomed in on the picture, making assumptions of whom it could be; another famous actress, some random hookup… the speculations went on and on. In this moment, instead of panic, it made you giggle. It would be hard to suspect that the person in the photo was a regular con-goer like themselves, so you willed the blush away from your cheeks as they went on to discuss the remainder of their photo ops.

Funnily enough, you hadn’t had anyone recognize you or Y/f/n from the photo you took with them at lunch yet, but you weren’t arguing too much about that either.

Y/f/n and you chatted about what you would do for lunch and dinner that afternoon on your breaks between panels as the line progressed until you were close enough to make the turn into the ballroom that had been transitioned into a make-shift photo studio. There was a large backdrop that shielded the actors from prying eyes in the hallway and another behind them that was grey, black, and white. Tables were placed around the room for people to set their bags and cell phones and one that held bottles of water and snacks for the actors. A handler instructed you and Y/f/n to place your stuff on the table and present your ticket and soon you were almost in view of the man that hounded your every thought.

He was still clad in his blue and white plaid, but the lighting of the room and the dark backdrop made his tan skin almost glow and his eyes shine. He kept scanning the line in front of you, almost as if he was searching for someone. When he met your eyes, you knew he’d been waiting for you.

He gave a slight smile, one that made the dimples in his cheeks visible through his light scruff and his lips plump further. A giddy twist of your gut sent a shade of rose to your cheeks when he didn’t move his eyes from your form for a solid thirty seconds—which doesn’t sound like a lot, but under the gaze of Jensen Ackles, its an eternity.

The handler was showing another group to the photo area: a young couple with an adorably chubby infant wearing an “SPN Family” onesie. Jared clapped his hands and jumped up and down at the sight of the youngster and went to coo over the baby immediately and asked how old she was.

But it was Jensen who spoke up, “Okay, who gets to hold the baby?!” he asked in a deadpanned, serious expression. “It better be me.” He stated, pointing to himself.

“Nuh uh! I wanna hold her!” Jared pouted, stomping his feet.

“Why don’t you both hold her?” the mom said, solving the issue in a very mom-like manner.

You watched as the boys argued for a moment over how to hold the giggling baby. She was old enough to hold her head up, so the boys stood next to each other as the dad placed the baby in their arms. Jensen held the majority of the baby’s weight, wrapping his arm around her stomach, while Jared supported her head and bottom as the parent filed in around them.

You smiled as they all cheesed for the camera, the photographer doing his best to make the baby look at him instead of staring at the two giants holding her. A flood of warmth coursed through you at seeing them interact with the little girl, trying to make her giggle and smile before handing her back to her parents.

“Damn…” Y/f/n said beside you, rubbing her chest dramatically out of breath. “Why do they have to look so sexy holding a baby? My ovaries are gonna explode.”

“Right?” you giggled, knowing that it took a whole damn lot for Y/f/n to be excited about babies. She loved them, but they scared her—she insisted that their heads would fall off if you didn't support them correctly. You tried to explain to her that that wasn’t how it worked, that they wouldn’t literally fall off but you did have to be careful, but she denied it.

Jensen must’ve seen the interaction, because when you glanced back over to him he had a smirk on his face and that one eyebrow was raised, as if he knew that him holding that cute little chubby adorable baby would make your insides go to mush.

After every photo that took place before you made it to the front, he’d meet your eyes until he had to greet the next fan.

When you and Y/f/n finally approached, Jared’s face lit up, “Hi, guys!” he exclaimed and wrapped you both in a hug together.

You waited for him to release the two of you, but when he didn’t you saw that he was teasing Jensen, not letting either one of you go and sticking his tongue out to his friend. Y/f/n giggled—audibly giggled, which she didn’t do very often—as you pried your neck from Jared’s chest to peer at Jensen who had his arms crossed and was glaring at his friend. Jared turned his back even more to Jensen, tugging you both along with him. The photographer snapped a picture and you saw a flash, but then Jared released you so you could both hug Jensen.

Y/f/n gave him a side hug and poked him in the side, making him jump a little and point his finger at her in warning. When she retreated, he held his arms open for you and you didn’t miss a beat before waltzing into his embrace. It wasn’t too showy, but he held you close enough to whisper, “Hey, baby” into your ear and effectively rendering you speechless.

The photographer asked how you’d like to pose and Y/f/n detailed exactly what you had planned out weeks ago. Jared stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, while Jensen did the same to you, each of you resting your hands on their biceps. Jensen’s hand enclosed over yours that lay on his arm, entwining his fingers with yours and he brought his face lower so that you could feel his scruff against your cheek. Jared mimicked his stance and you all smiled as Chris, the photographer—who you just happened to follow on instagram—took the picture.

Jared hugged you both again and winked at you as he went to talk to Chris, seemingly giving you and Jensen an extra couple of seconds together as he tried to shield you from those in line.

Jensen hugged Y/f/n again and grabbed your hands quickly. “I’ll see you again in a little while, okay? I’ve got to have lunch with the rest of the cast after this, but I’ll make sure to have a few moments at some point set aside for you. They’ll all help me.” He winked.

“Its fine, Jay. I know you’re busy, babe.” You replied, not missing the excitement on his features at your use of a pet name. “But, real quickly… I wanted to tell you something.” You whispered.

“Okay. What is it, sweetheart?” he said, trying to hide the nerves in his voice. He may have thought you were going to tell him that this was too hard, or that you didn’t want to take it any further than this weekend.

“I wanted to say that…” you took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, smiling, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Jensen beamed, “Really?”

“Yeah, Jay… really. I’m in.”

He simply took you into his arms and squeezed you into his chest where you could feel his heart pounding. He couldn’t resist placing a kiss to your temple before watching you walk towards the exit, his stare never leaving yours until you were out of sight.

You left the room feeling confident and happy, following Y/f/n out of the hotel to a sub restaurant down the street. Over your turkey sandwiches and chips, Y/f/n was fully enthralled in talking about all the ifs-ands-and-buts about your potential relationship after you confessed to her what you’d told Jensen at the photo op. She was ever encouraging that you could make it work, but promised that she’d be the stalker who followed you if you ever moved away from your shared hometown. The thought of how you’d manage such a relationship plagued you for about three minutes until you had to return to the convention hotel. You ate quickly and caught the remainder of the casts’ panels before the short intermission ahead of the J2 panel.

Jensen texted that he could sneak you and Y/f/n into the green room for a few minutes and told you to meet Cliff outside. When you told her, she immediately dropped the earrings she was eyeing at one of the vendors’ shops in the hallway and dragged you to where Jensen had instructed you to go. You hiked up the end of your dress to keep up with her while trying to keep your feet in your sandals; she was just as excited to see the remainder of the cast as she was for you to see Jensen again.

Cliff shuffled you in discretely, opening and closing the door quickly as you entered. The same cast members that you had dinner with the night before were seated around the room chatting and singing random tunes with one another. Bri and Kim gave you both hugs, Rob and Rich nodded towards you and Rob kissed the back of Y/f/n’s hands.

Suddenly, you saw Jensen coming toward you from across the room. He silently grabbed your hand and led you to the corner, away from the others who simply smiled and turned in the opposite direction, giving you your privacy.

You only had time for a quick embrace and a short exchange of words before Cliff was peeking in the door, warning that they had two minutes until they had to be on stage. He asked where you were seated and said he’d look for you from the stage. Jensen apologized that he had to go so soon, giving you a sad smile and a swift kiss, but it was enough to make your mind numb.

It was strange how simply everything fell into place. Y/f/n was acting like a part of the group and that she’d known them for years, and it was alarming how easy it was to feel whole again when his lips pressed to yours. It was already a comfortable existence… and it felt amazing.

He blew you a kiss as he retreated with Jared, who flailed excitedly and breezed himself with his hands, Jensen simply laughing as he fell out the door, with Rob and Rich closely behind them.

The cast offered for you to stay with them and wait, but neither one of you could bear to miss the panel, so you went into the large ballroom and fell into your reserved seats in the copper section. It wasn’t long before R2 were on stage, hyping up the crowd before introducing the main actors of the show that a ballroom of people were screaming for. They emerged, wearing large grins and waving to the crowd and high fiving the band.

They took their respective chairs and goofed around for a bit, making inside jokes and whispering to each other before addressing the fans waiting in the wings to ask questions.

The first few were directed at both actors, asking about their favorite monsters to hunt and what they believe the brothers would do if they ever retired.

You and Y/f/n name were laughing and having fun at the panel when a young girl, around her early 20’s, was handed the microphone.

“Hello there!” Jared spoke, turning in his seat to face her—which, of course, he had turned backwards.

“Hi.” She replied meekly.

“What’s your name?” Jensen asked.

A bit of static flowed through the speakers before she responded, “Caroline.”

“Hi Caroline. How are you today?” Jared smiled at the young girl, who was obviously nervous.

“I’m doing well.” She mused. “Its my first convention.”

The crowd applauded as both Jensen and Jared welcomed her.

Jensen spoke into his microphone as the crowd stopped cheering, “What’s your question, sweetheart?” You smiled at the drawl of his voice and how gentle he was being with her.

“Well, my question is for Jensen.”

Jared made ‘phew’ sound and dropped his microphone in his lap.

Jensen’s eyes seemed to scan the crowd momentarily, looking toward where you told him you’d be seated. How you wished he could see you, but with the bright overhead lights, it was doubtful that he could pick you out of the crowd. Something told you, however, that he was looking in your direction on purpose, hoping to catch a glimpse of you in some fashion. To give it a fighting chance, you told Y/f/n that you were going to run to the restroom quickly and ventured to the end of your row, keeping your stare toward the stage. It looked like Jensen spotted you as a discreet smile crept to his lips.

You turned to retreat down the aisle to the exit, peeking behind you once or twice at the stage as Jensen encouraged Caroline to ask her question.

But it was her question that stopped you dead in your tracks.

“It’s… it’s about a picture.”

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zmediaoutlet · 5 years

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you saw endgame! please share with the class! assemble!

haha, okay, well–here’s some thoughts, since we’re far enough out that I don’t think this will be too spoilery for people – but it’s gonna be super long, so it’s under a cut, either way:

Well, it was–spectacular! In that it was literally a spectacle, for one thing. I had pretty lowered expectations after not particularly enjoying Captain Marvel (it was fine, but boring) or Infinity War for that matter (better-made, but the stakes were obviously nonexistent because we knew something was going to be done). Here, though… I just really, thoroughly enjoyed it. It was thoughtfully done, well-executed, and just as a moment of payoff for those of us who have been here all ten years… It was just really something. I saw Iron Man on opening weekend in 2008 and fell in love, and even if I haven’t loved every single movie since then, I feel like Marvel just sent me a love letter, and I was so–glad. What a good movie-going experience it was.

I say all that having seen SO MUCH rending of garments and gnashing of teeth from the !stans and shippers, but all of that’s so very much missing the point. This is the story of *this series*, this great arc that led to this point. The thing to remember is that the MCU is fanfiction itself–it’s based off of characters who are based off of characters from a canon that’s been rebooted and re-blended about a billion times. This is the story this group of fic-writers, essentially, chose to tell, and I think they did it pretty damn well. You can write your own fic where Steve weeps into Bucky’s hair for 70 years if you want to. This story isn’t that, and that’s okay. (Genuinely, if fandomites could take like half a step back they’d be much happier people. I know it’s hard–I’ve been in a process of letting go with SPN that I haven’t really managed to do well–but c’mon. Don’t get so het up about it.)

Some things:

1) I was genuinely impressed with the time travel mechanism, especially as it bounced meta-ly off of other examples we’ve seen in pop culture. Finally, a story that allows ACTUAL alternate-universe time travel instead of boring-ass time loops. I’ve always thought it was spectacularly dumb when the worry is “but if I kill myself in the past, I’ll die now!” Nope! Avoided! Thank you, folks. It’s kind of weirding me out that so many people online seem confused about how the time travel worked, but it was incredibly clean and I just want to high five the people involved. The one thing that seemed like a plot hole was Old Steve at the end, with the implication that he was co-existent in this timeline for 70 years (and did nothing about Hydra??)–but then the Russos said that they assume he went to an alternate timeline, and then came back to this one to give Sam the shield. It wasn’t on screen either way so you can make your own headcanon, but I’m good with that. So: successful time travel. Hoo-fucking-rah.

2) Thor. This was the one real spoiler I had going in, that Thor Got Fat. All this weeping about how he’d been mistreated by the narrative. So, I was pre-emptively worried… and then ended up not thinking it was that bad. Look, I’m a chubster, I’m well-aware of how sensitive that can be for people. What I found interesting about it was that it was, yes, kind of a visual joke, just because The God of Abs was a pudge, but it was actually treated remarkably kindly by every character for whom that would be in-character. Meaning, sure, Rocket makes fun of him, and Rhodey’s kind of a dick (because Rhodey’s like that with Tony, even)–but Bruce, Steve, and even Tony all deal with him quite gently. That scene where he tries to volunteer for the gauntlet and Tony carefully holds him back was so sweet and sad. Poor guy. It was a good exploration of the depths that the last ~10 years of his life have pummeled him into. It wasn’t that he was fat, it’s that he was broken. People will make up their own minds about the equivalencies there and what’s being implied, but it was a good visual metaphor as far as I was concerned. If he were “just” a sad drunk no one would have believed that he wasn’t ready for what was coming, and he wasn’t. But he got better, because his friends really were there for him. (Also, Korg was wearing Taika’s pineapple shirt! I hope there are nice fics where Korg and Maik gently just play XBox with Thor because that’s all they can do for him.)

Also on Thor, re: Thor/Loki – more rending of garments about how he didn’t go see Loki. Let’s think about this: you’re on a top-secret time mission to save the universe (Time Heist!), and you go see your trickster god little brother who, yes, you miss, but who also hates you at this point in his life. That’ll go well. I completely understand why there wasn’t a scene. The scene with Frigga was all I needed there.

3) Steeb: I’ve never been the… biggest fan of Steve. I mean, he’s fine. His character is caught awkwardly between the man, Steve Rogers, who abhors bullies and will break rules to do what’s right, and between The Man, Captain America, who kinda Is Rules and needs to do what’s right but also represents an idea greater than himself. There’s a lot of wonderful tension there, but the movies haven’t particularly capitalized on it, and when they’ve tried it’s been in a lip-servicey way.

That said, this movie deals with it really, really well, I think. At the beginning he’s trying to live, and isn’t doing a great job of it. The plan they come up with is simple, perfect heroism – he’s not representing an Ideal, but he is one: he’s the man and the ideal simultaneously, that striving toward right will eventually create a more just, fairer world. If sacrifice is required he’s willing to make it. That scene of him standing alone against the massed forces of Thanos with his broken shield strapped tight to his arm is like a distillation of who Captain America should be. I’m so glad we got that, at the end.

As someone who doesn’t invest in Steve/Bucky but who completely understands it, I also see no issue with the thing where he goes back to Peggy. Bucky understands, too. That moment where they hug and he tells Steve, so-softly, “I’ll miss you,” oh man, oof. Bucky knows. I hope there’s a lot of pining!Bucky in that fandom, y’all are missing out on a STELLAR opportunity if not. Especially pining!Bucky where Steve knows and can only do his best to be Bucky’s friend. Steve going back isn’t out of character, either, despite the clamoring. He misses Peggy, he misses peace. Who knows what they got up to in that alternate timeline–maybe he and Peg went and routed Hydra early, maybe they saved Bucky, maybe they had a WWThreesome with Buck, whatever. But Natasha and Tony both told Steve to “get a life,” and he finally got to. He’d done enough. He earned it.

4) OH MY GOD, NATASHA. What a character arc. I friggin’ adore the mirroring of her and Clint’s stories. The brutal assassin who gained a family and learned what it meant to love something so much she wanted to sacrifice herself for it–those scenes on Vormire were heartbreaking. I’m also super glad that the movie paused, after that. Someone called her death “fridging” – wow. No. She was a hero, as much as Tony was. Whatever it takes.

5) Tony. Holy shit. In a lot of ways this was his movie–in a more meta way, it was RDJ’s movie, and Favreau’s, and Feige’s. It all started with Iron Man, and that’s where it ended. There wasn’t a stinger scene because we got that funeral and then the moment in the credits with the originals signing the screen, and of course they saved Robert for last. The success of this movie is really a testament to the risk everyone took, way back then. It sure as hell paid off.

“You wouldn’t lay down on a grenade to save your men,” Steve said. How many different ways can Tony prove him wrong? At least once more. ;-; I’m just super emotional about the whole thing. So many good moments all leading up to what happened. Little Morgan in his helmet, Pepper’s faith. Steve’s faith, for that matter. (I still have a tiny pocket of my heart reserved for Steve/Tony, no matter how non-canon it is. What a great relationship they have.) The panic and misery when Carol brought them back, calling Steve a liar, and Steve just–gentle with him, again, and how there was no anger there anymore. Argh.

That’s the thing that I think I appreciated about the movie most, in the end. Despite all the craziness, the spectacle, the easter eggs slinging at you left and right (”Hail Hydra.” !!!!!!!!!!!!!), what I loved most is that in the face of this ultimate goal, this literally universe-saving moment, the stakes were actually felt because the characters (and actors, and script) sold how unimaginably important it was. Interpersonal bickering fell by the wayside; any dumb conflicts just washed away. No drama for its own sake, or manufactured arguments. Just–working together. The Avengers we hoped to get in the aftermath of the first team movie. We got ‘em, finally, even if we lost a lot too.

This all sounds super elegiac, I guess. It sort of is. It wasn’t a perfect movie by any means, but it might be perfect for what it meant to do, and what it set out to do. There were a couple of little nitpicky things that I might change, but they’re so small so as not even to be mentioned. And so many more tiny moments that I loved, loved, loved. It’s the first one of these movies that I’ve wanted to rewatch in literal years, and that’s making me really happy all on its own. I’m just left with this utter… satisfaction. Not sad, just happy that they made it worth my while.

Put another way: when I was leaving Shazam I felt like I’d spent about 4 hours wasting my time. When I was leaving Endgame, I felt like it had been an instant. Just yay, all ‘round. I loved it three thousand.

What did you think?

#ombrecoeur #avengers #endgame spoilers #...i have a sneaking feeling i could get hate for this #pls note that the views above are the sole property of etc etc #i just really liked it is all #just a lot #i keep thinking about it #keep thinking about little moments that were great #and if that isn't a satisfying movie experience idk what is

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toastybutstupid · 7 years

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Bangtan Boys Fanfiction Recommendation Post

This is very long overdue.

So this is a post of some fanfictions i have read in this fandom that are one: Really fucking good and you should read them. (Literally all of them) And two: Aren’t nearly recognized enough.

i will be adding to this list!! I read alot of fanfiction like that’s all i read because the creativity is used so well!

NOTE: THESE ARE ALL SHIP FICS. AND ALOT ARE YOONSEOK!!

perhaps an X reader will come along down the line! You never know!

PLEASE TELL ME IF ANY LINKS DON’T WORK!!

Okay let’s get started!

Beta Tau Sigma by Bazooka (Mature; 123k; Namjin and Yoonmin; COMPLETE)- HIGHLY RECOMMEND!! This was one of the first works i have read from this fandom and its by far a TOP fanfiction that i love, this actually sprang my love for college AU’s! Great read!

On Patrol Season 1 & 2 by Ragi (Not rated; 246k; Jikook, Yoonseok, and Namjin; COMPLETE)- REALLY GOOD!!!!Has to be one of my favorites produced from this fandom. Definitely something that i’m currently rereading! Really fucking good okay like im sad its ending.

And one musn’t tell lies by Tteokie (Mature; 36k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- DUDE THIS WAS THE FIRST HARRY POTTER AU I READ FROM THIS FANDOM AND HOLY SHITTTT!!!! This is really good!!! Literally so fucking happy i found this fic okay.

IMMA BEAT THAT PUSSY by Sotaekook (Teen; 44k; Taekook, Namjin Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- THIS. IS. THE. BEST. CHAT FIC OUT THERE. THIS BEATS IT ALL FOR ME OKAY LIKE THE AUTHOR CAN TAKE MY MONEY. Okay but in all seriousness, this fic is one of the best chat fics out there, even the angst is very good (It’s not heavy by any means though!)

Pick Me Up by Priska (Mature; 93k; Jikook and lowkey Taegi; COMPLETE)- Mk, im not into omegaverse much, but this one is really good. i still need to catch up im like 4 chaps behind. But this is really good and i recommend this one HARDCORE.

Pretty In Pink by Profound_Felicity (Explicit; 67k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- !!!!!!!!Dude this is some pretty fucking nice shit. Its a crossdresser!Jin and i fell in love with this fic in the first chapter. Recommend!!!!

My Lovely Lilac By Profound_ Felicity (Explicit; 74k; Taekook; COMPLETE)- This is part two-ish? To Pretty In Pink but its from Taehyung’s point of view and holy shit it’s so cute?? Its a crossdresser! Taehyung and i love this so much.

The Bet by Jonghyunslisterine (Teen; 46k; Jikook; COMPLETE)-

OKAY

O K A Y

THIS IS WHAT GOT ME HARDCORE SHIPPING JIKOOK.

this is basically jk making a bet with tae to try to get chim to go out with him. AND IM SO SHOOK WITH THIS HOLY SHIT. REALLY GOOD.

Let’s Not Fall in Love by Jungkoojk (Mature; 142k; Jikook, Yoonseok, and Namjin; INCOMPLETE)- this also got me hardcore shipping jikook. mk so like basically, Jk and the rap line are like his posse (Excluding Hoseok and Jin’s in the posse too) were hosting a party and like they play spin the bottle and you can sorta see what goes on there jk wants to get to know jimin more oh and homophobia is an issue

I Don’t Know What To Call This Yet by Anaamikaa (Mature; 44k; Yoonseok, Namjin, Taekook, Vmin; INCOMPLETE)- Min Yoongi meets Jung Hoseok. That’s literally what is and it b u i l d s. Fantastic chemistry between these assholes i cri.

Been Tryin’ Hard Not To Get Into Trouble But I Got War On My Mind by Teenuviel1227 (Explicit; 56k; Yoonseok and Taekook; COMPLETE)- Okay this made me cry at the end lemme tell ya. Its really good god. Like Yoongi is an undercover agent for the police department at Hoseok’s race crew and Yoongs gets attached and adfhasofn its so good!!!!

trying to behave (but you know that we never learned how) by Christmasyoongi (Explicit; 311k; Yoonmin, Namjin, Yoonseok, and Vhope; INCOMPLETE)- This fic.

okay it’s really fucking good okay. The angst is p heavy though. Yoongi and Jimin grow up together and shit. Okay but i want to say this: I understand that some people will not like this one because certain things happen, but it is warned. Do not read if you are going to be bashing the author who worked so fucking hard on this. This really is a work of art, no matter how harsh the situation is okay. The author does not need hateful comments on something they worked really hard on. and you can tell too. I will defend this author because how much i respect them. SAD BUT VERY FUCKING GOOD OKAY ITLL BE WORTH IT.

Wait by YannaB (Mature; 18k; Jikook, Namjin, Vmin, And Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- Dude this one is so… o fucking good? its one of those fics that i comment on every single update okay. Jungkook and Jimin grow up and Jk’s dad is a dipshit. I really love it okay like im waiting for the next update!!

the gravity that pulls me (i can’t look away) by Sirradel (Mature; 37k; Namjin and Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- if you love the apocalypse feel, namjin, yoonseok and more namjin and space? REad this holy shit. i love Bazooka and this writer reminded me so much of thier work and goalfns this made me so happy okay its v cute and i want to die of f l u f f

i have five senses (and they’re all for you to use) by Taberune (General Audiences; 10k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- THIS IS FUCKING GREAT OKAY. This was a 3 in the morning read and fuck it was so good and i think im gonna reread this shit tonight lmao. Basically, overtime your mind bonds with those you’ve grown close to and Yoongi has to hide his thoughts of Hoseok so much and finsoifnaqo THIS IS SO GOOD PLEASE GIVE IT LOVE.

Confessions by Miskeen (Mature; 5k; Namseok; COMPLETE)- THIS IS WHY I STARTED SHIPPING NAMSEOK. THIS IS WHY. andthatwholethingwiththemarriageinjapan. BUT. Hoseok gets a note in his locker asking for a date and Namjoon is his closest friend but hey Hoseok dont know how to kiss

late calls (with the lovers that’ll hate you) by Throne (Explicit; 14k; Yoonmin, Taekook, Namjin, Vhope; INCOMPLETE)- ireallylovehpausokay OKAY. SO THIS MOFO JIMIN IS A VEELA. AND LIKE ONE TIME HE TRIES TO USE HIS POWERS ON SOMEONE HE DIDN’T KNOW TO GO TO HOGSMEADE AND YOU FIND OUT LATER THAT ITS YOONGI WHO IS CAPTAIN OF THE SLYTHERIN TEAM. ITS REALLY G O O D

a litany in which certain things are crossed out by Gaslight (Explicit; 31k; Yoonseok and Namjin; COMPLETE) (MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH)- i dont know how to feel about this one. Its really fucking good shIt the angst is heavy. I was reading it and i cried in class because holy fuck. Yoongi loses his memory. sad but good okay.

Look Who’s In Trouble by Sybuology (Mature; 12k; Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- this fic is so soft and cute oh my christ. the author hasnt updated in a while though:/ but this is some domestic fluff for yoonseok and doing the parent thing and its so cute i actually want to die holy shit.

Life Is Sweet (When You’re Growing Up So Fast) by Feminist_Killjoy (Teen; 14k; Yoonseok, Taekook, and Namjin; COMPLETE)- all these little losers work at the mall and fall in love with one another and it s so cute and like it gets lowkey angsty. Like holy shit?? Jimin gets fucked over alot though lmao but its funny and he finds someone in the end ;)

You Should Let Me Love You by Infinitizeit (Teen; 7k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- thIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD. Like Hoseok and namjoon work for yoongo and like hoseok doesnt want to go to his hs reunion right? w ro n g. Yoongi is like you gots to go ill be your date or whatever. this is v cut okay im mad i put it off for so long

Dead Leaves and Spring Flowers by Infinitizeit (Mature; 10k; Yoonseok, Vmin, Namjin; COMPLETE)- I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS. iread this just the other day and holy shit it made me shook as heck. so like. Your soulmates name is etched on your chest on your heart and there is this rare thing where youre heart can break if your soulmate loves someone else. well. Jung Hoseok has a soulmate, Yoongi and Taehyung do not.

The Two Billion Songs On Love by Lexwrites (Mature; 11k; Yoonseok, Namjin, and Taekook; COMPLETE)- T H I S. I LOVE COLLEGE AU’S. This is so sweet and soft and yoongi is so in love but he doesnt know that. really fucking good okay like ughhhhhhh

Pieces by StopTheDams (Teen; 59k; Yoonseok and Namjin; INCOMPLETE)(MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH)-

FUCK OKAY.

YALL REMEMBER WHEN I WAS INTO SPN AND SHIPPED DESTIEL? tHIS GAVE ME THAT VIBE AND ITS SO GOOD AND SAD BUT FLUFFY AND HOLY SHIT I JUST CAUGHT UP WITH IT ANDITS SO GOODLIKE I WAS SOBBING

You’re A Fineapple by Infinitizeit (Teen; 2k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- yoonseok and pickup lines. what else is there to say?

It’s Just Kissing, Not Rocket Science by Ragi (Not rated; 14k; Minjoon and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- This is really fucking cute alright. i dont ship minjoon much but this made it rlly cute okay trust me. Namjoon runs one of the biggest gay bars in Korea when Park Jimin comes into his bar crying about heartbreak and then asks for advice on how to keep a man. R E C.

September by TheHalesNyx (Explicit; 26k; Yoonmin and Junghope; COMPLETE)- Another omegaverse and its v sweet holy fuckkkk

i love omegaverse that arent all dom sub and this is the one okay. its sweet and cute. basically yoongi meets jimin in a shop right when his cycle starts.

You Have 1 New Message by Bazooka (Teen; 30k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- I LOVE BAZOOKA’’S WORK OKAY I HAVE HIGH RESPECTS FOR THEM.

BASICALLY, NJ USES SJ SELFIES FOR HIS SUGAR DADDY AND NAMJIN ARE BEFRIENDED!!

The Mark of an Educated Mind By Bazooka (General Audiences; 6k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- Namjoon looks up bts fanfiction and is surprised but what he finds and questions what his relationship with Kim Seokjin really is

v cute okay

Celebrity Crush by Bazooka (Teen; 16k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- THIS IS A FOLLOW UP TO THE MARK OF AN EDUCATED MIND OKAY. dude this

this made me feel shit. Basically after nj finds out sj’s celeb crush is himself, he questions the relationship further.

Comfort In Lies by UsagiFelton (Mature; 107k; Jikook and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- this was so cute then it got sad then it got really cute??

its in the canonverse and shit its cute and jk cant do emotions holy shit

Bubblegum, Neat Freaks, and The Mystery of Love by Cliffolly(Not rated; 53k; Namjin and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- this is so soft holy shit. the humor is there, the fluff is there god it really cute and regret putting it off for so long. So basically, neat freak Kim Seokjin meets Kim Namjoon and when he does, well, let’s just say the two got into a bit of a sticky situation, causing Namjoon to have to treat Jin to dinner for the whole week. this is really fucking cute okay like its really cute fluff!!!

The Petty Criminal Discount by Kingkiwi (General Audiences; 6k; Jikook; COMPLETE) this is really cute and soft. i was like in the mood for some coffee shop au’s and holy shit this is a beauty?? Jungkook is a criminal of sorts and well, whenever he’s on the run he goes to a coffee shop where he meets the owner of Dark & Wild.

baby, baby, you’re a caramel macchiato by sweetmxchi (General audiences; 1k; Jikook; COMPLETE) sdafgh this is v cute and i wanted to die because im a slut for flirty Jimin and shy Jungkook like ughhhh its just so cute. After living in the us for three years, no one has ever spelt Jungkook’s name right until one day where it was spelled right.

Constraint by Harlot (Explicit; 40k; Jikook; COMPLETE) this is really funny to me and but it gets lowkey angsty. anyhow, Jungkook doesn’t like Jimin and well he’s straight.Or so he thinks. I LOVE DRINKING GAME FICS

I Bloomed For You… by Meanie_Beanie_nim (Mature; 200k; Taekook, Yoonmin, Namjin; COMPLETE) IM ONLY 6 CHAPTERS IN AND IM IN LOVE. Yo but like this is a soulmate au it includes the disease hanahaki so its a lowkey gore type of fic? like in the sense that its gonna be graphic in some parts. i dunno i like my angst hardcore so like im chill with this. Shy, socially awkward Jeon Jungkook meets Jung Hoseok who extends him to his group of frineds and well, he meets Kim Taehyung. Oh and his aunt had died of Hanahaki disease,which is a rare occurrence. OKAY IT’LL GET ANGSTY BUT IM LIVING FOR THESE CUTE FUNNY MOMENTS

Nanny by Nochucomethru (Mature; 13k; Jikook; COMPLETE) THIS WAS SO CUTE LIKE IM WRITING A TAEHYUNG SINGLE DAD FIC CURRENTLY MK THIS STARTED THAT. Anyways, Tattoo artist Jungkook needs a job and Park Jimin, single daddo, needs a nanny. ;)

You’re My Genie, Lamborghini (You’re My Teeny Weeny Meenie) by mindheist (Explicit; 7k; Jikook; COMPLETE) YOOOOOOOOOOOO IM LIVING FOR THIS ONE MAN UGH I FINISHED IT LAST WEEK AND UGHHHHH. Park Jimin, training vlogger and dancing cover guy Jeon Jungkook meet through twitter and then Jungkook bruised his tailbone. WeLL. READ TO FIND OUT MORE.

The Room of Unrequited Love by dyegu (Teen; 15k, Jikook and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE) did i ever mention how much i hp aus bc i do. seriously tho i want to see where this goes, the author hasnt updated in two months but its really good and worth the await. JIMIN IS A PREFECT AND CATCHES jUNGKOOK AND YOONGI AT NIGHT LOOKING FOR THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT. AND LIKE JIMIN SEEMINGLY WANTS TO BEFRIEND JK BUT LIKE HES NOT COOPERATING?? ITS CUTE I SWEAR.

the art of the plug by themelonlord (Explicit; 16k, Yoonmin; COMPLETE) This is pracitcally porn with feelings man. its really good smut though?? Y’all…. this is good. Jimin plugs himself and Yoongi finds out and oh sweet jesus its a ride (Pun intended.)

your body is a place to stay by jonghyunslisterine (Teen; 8k; Jikook; COMPLETE) I FUCKING FOUND IT. JESUS I DIDNT BOOKMARK IT AND LIKE OMFG THIS IS REALLY GOOD AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Jk isn’t liked by many of the mom’s bc his tattoos and they dont believe he can raise his daughter. He also meets Park Jimin in a bookstore and well, his daughter loves him too

somethin’ fishy by sweetlyblue (Explicit; 48k; Yoonseok, Taekook; COMPLETE) so i got into a merman thing early this school year and like i found this diamond in the rough and holy shit its so cute?? basically Hoseok lives at a beach and finds a visitor when he almost drowns. super cute i wanted to die reading it.

Undressed by superrunnaturall (Explicit; 21k; Yoonseok, Vmin; COMPLETE) Dude this is so cute too like?? jesus i really liked the end because like…. guess you’ll have to read to find out ;))). but so like Jin sets Yoongi up with a date on a dating show i guess?? and well, they talk in their underwear and get to know eachother and wow. r e a d.

yoonseok au #1 by chinatea (Teen; 3k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE) This was just really beautifully written? i dont understand how it so cry worthy good but it is?? well so, i read this a while ago so here’s the summary from the author

: in which nomadic witch!hoseok and town witch!yoongi get married happily ever after. help. r e a d it pl e a se

In the Twilight Air by Trilluvium (Explicit; 39k; Yoonmin; COMPLETE)

okay so this is just smut. but its cute smut. Basically jimin and yoongi fuck bc they both virgins. and well. it goes on and tbfh it’s cute.

Riptide by peppermint_wind (Mature; 62k; Jikook, Yoonseok, Namjin; COMPLETE) SOFT s o f t. it does have homophobia though because it is canon divergence. well jk think he got feelos for jimin but so does jimin but things can get a bit out of hand…

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years

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Silly Arguments and Food Fights

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: a whole lotta fluff with a side of implied smut

Request: Heyyy girly I have a request can you do a Dean x Reader where they're both arguing over something so stupid and they both know it but then the reader is tired of it so decides to start a food fight with him

Author’s Note: Please, let me know how you feel about this one. I was a bit iffy on how I wrote this. So, please enjoy! If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

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Your eyes fluttered open and looked around the room. The last thing you remember was both you and Dean coming into your shared room to take a nap around 10 am but it was now 1 pm and Dean was nowhere to be found. You ran your hand over his side of the bed. It was cold which meant he was up for a while.

You yawned, always feeling tired after you woke up. You would have just laid in bed but the need to pee was far too great. You got up, putting on one of Dean’s flannels and walking out of the room, down the hall and into the large bathroom you and the brothers shared.

There wasn’t a ton of bad things when living with the Winchesters. They were good roommates, always picked up after themselves, made sure to give you your space and privacy, and were very respectful of you.

You walked into the bathroom, closing your eyes when the bright lights hit your pupils. It wasn’t that you were so tired, the lights blinded you, it was that Sam and Dean had these brighter than hell lightbulbs that always took you by surprise when you first walked in.

You walked to the toilet, doing what you had to do.

If you had to pick one thing you hated about living with the Winchesters was that they never put the damn toilet seat down. Mostly Dean, since he apparently didn’t care about anybody but himself. You gave yourself a heart attack when you nearly fell in. Good thing you had cat-like reflexes, thanks to hunting.

You gripped whatever was stable around you and growled at nothing. You put down the toilet seat and did your business, washing your hands after. Just then, the smell of delicious food hit your nose and you knew exactly where Dean was.

You knew it was him that did this because Sam was currently out for the night and couldn’t have done this. You stomped out of the bathroom and down the hall, past the library, and into the kitchen.

“Dean Winchester!” You yelled when you saw him. He jumped, not expecting you at all and turned to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing how tense you were.

“You know what’s wrong. I gave myself a heart attack when I nearly fell into the fucking toilet. God, how many times do I have to tell you to put the seat down when you’re finished!” You glared, crossing your arms at him. You noticed he was in the middle of cooking a delicious smelling meal that consisted of a salad (for Sammy when he got back), two kinds of pasta since you liked garlic pasta and Dean liked regular pasta with Zeppoles for dessert.

Dean never cared what time of day it was. If he was hungry for a certain food, he was going to get it no matter what. He didn’t care if it was morning, noon, or night. Because this kind of food seemed more like dinner food but if Dean was making it, you were eating it.

“How do you know it was me?” Dean asked, going back to the pasta.

“You’re the only male in this house right now. Sam wasn’t home last night so of course it was you.” You glared, walking closer to him.

“Sweetheart, chill. I won’t forget next time. But maybe you should be considerate of me and put it up when you’re done with it.” Dean said, not looking at you. You growled lowly and took the plate of pasta away from him so maybe he would look at you this time.

“Dean, that’s not the point, the point is, I’ve asked you, like, a billion times and you’re not listening to me.” You said, holding the plate out of his reach.

“Give me the plate.” He said, looking at you. You huffed, not seeing a point in this argument because he was still going to do it no matter what you said. But you still wanted to get him back for not listening. You looked at the plate and then back at Dean, taking a handful of the pasta.

Before Dean could do anything, you threw the food at him, most of it going on his chest but some of it landing on his face too. You let out a loud laugh as it splattered on him. He closed his eyes to prevent the sauce from getting in his eyes.

“You think you’re funny?” He asked, licking his lips and wiping the pasta off him. It made a wet sound as it splattered all over the floor but neither of you noticed.

“Maybe this time, you’ll listen to me.” You said, smirking. He nodded slightly and looked at the pasta on the floor. He did nothing for a few more seconds but with quick reflexes, he snatched the plate out of your hand and already had a scoop of pasta in his hand. He smirked as he looked at you.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Dean.” You said, your eyes widening and you started backing away from him.

“Oh, but sweetheart, it’s only fair.” He smirked and before you knew it, pasta was slapped against your face, sliding to the floor. You gasped, frozen where you stood. You glared at him and grabbed the bowl of salad that was near you and before you knew it, you and Dean were having a full-on food fight in the kitchen.

Salad, pasta and its sauce, including the powdered sugar for the dessert was flying all around you, making an even bigger mess. You were squealing when Dean brought out the cold water from the fridge and started spraying you with it.

You forgot why you were mad at him in the first place because you were laughing so hard. Soon, you had run out of food to throw and you and Dean stood in the middle of a very messy kitchen.

“Now look what you made me do. Look at this fucking mess.” He said, looking around the kitchen. You laughed at the state of Dean. He was covered in food but he was still gorgeous.

“It’s your fault, really.” You shrugged, grinning at him.

“You’re the one who came in here, guns blazing.” Dean accused, walking closer to you.

“How about, you make it up to me while we both take a nice shower. Sam isn’t home so I don’t have to worry about staying quiet.” You smirked, winking at him. His eyes turned a darker shade of green as lust took over.

He growled, rushing to you and throwing you over his shoulder. You came face to face with his ass and it seemed that was the only part of him that was clean. Well, you could fix that. You slapped his ass, giving him a red hand print where your hand met him.

“Hey!” Dean said, slapping your ass as payback.

“What? It was the only clean place. I had to make it dirty.” You giggled as Dean whisked you away to the bathroom.

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aiaranradnay · 7 years

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Beneath His Skin

A/N: my second fic for @mrs-squirrel-chester ‘s album fic challenge.

this song happens to be one of my favourites and I often relate myself to it; and since the time I’ve watched SPN, I've always related to Dean... so I put two and two together I guess. hope you like it :)

word count : 1000 odd

fic genre : angst

warning: depression, self -hate, self harm

characters : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

thank you @mrs-squirrel-chester for being the beta at such a short notice :)

thank you @writingthingsisdifficult ; we spoke, I got inspired. ;)

thank you @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for your constant support :)

Song: Papercut

Artist: Linkin Park

Album: Hybrid Theory (2000)

Genre: Rock

There are days when Dean Winchester is genuinely happy.

When the world seems brighter; Sammy seems to be at peace; life feels like it is worth living. The entire fiasco of the supernatural world seems rather trivial – monsters are dealt with, people are saved.

Days like these carry hope.

However, days like these are also very rare.

The more frequent ones, those days are dark.

Like a pitch black cloak draped around him, blinding him. It feels like those bitter cold nights where nothing can comfort you. The world outside may be bright and colourful, but within him, it’s a thick fog of pure darkness.

He knows that something is wrong, he can feel it in his soul, for he can see on one; not Sam, not Cass, or the hundreds of people that walk around him... no!... the only fucking person he can see is himself; and it’s not a good sign.

He cannot remember what exactly caused these emotions – the anger, the frustration, the paranoia.

Where the hell did all this pressure build up from? What is the source?

He has no answer.

He only knows that he can feel it within him; simmering through him, as his heart pounds loudly against his chest, pumping the thick streams of self-hate and loathing through his veins.

He hears the voices, whispering all around him.

Days like these, he wakes up and washes his face, the cold water stinging his face and he looks into the mirror.

Pure hatred burns through him as he observes the man before him, and it takes a hell of a lot of control to stop himself from driving a fist through the mirror in hopes of destroying ‘that man’.

It is a cacophony of several voices, the most prominent being his own. It is even accompanied by his pathetic face. Not the one that people see, but the one that he holds inside. The dead one, with sunken black pits for eyes, snarl on his lips, and often with blood splattered across its face, it is around whenever he’s quiet; it judges his every thought, every decision, and mocks at every failure. It even manages to turn the good moments into twisted nightmares.

It is like he’s drowning; and to save himself, he cranks up the loudest music available, blasting the heaviest rock through his speakers while nursing a drink in his hand. The dark brown liquid sloshes down his throat every now and then, burning the path, clearing all thoughts that come in the way. Some days it works, some days it doesn’t. No amount of that poison can nullify the madness.

It's like he’s paranoid looking over his shoulder, searching for the source of all the noise. As if there are demons around there, looming like a constant threat. It's like a whirlwind inside of his head – a billion events of his screwed up life playing on repeat, cutting in deeper gashes each time. The voices – his voices grow louder, spewing insults and taunts and there is no stopping them. He feels a desperate need to skin himself raw; as if it were the solution to peel away the face inside him, which lives right beneath his skin.

He’s at the training area, his hands balled into fists, relentlessly punching the living hell out of the old punching bag that hangs there. Loud thumps echo through the room, his punches match his heart beat, the force of it increasing for every punch. The bag violently swings by its chains until finally, they give away and it crashes with a loud thud.

At the shooting range, he’s emptying rounds of bullets into the battered target, puckering it further.

Or at the hunts, where he is overly enthusiastic to gank the sons of bitches. The heads roll off with more force, the gore is raunchier. He relishes the blood splattering; the bullet holes on the monster are far too many.

He can feel Sammy’s eyes on him the whole time – eyes that know that something is wrong. Sam often asks him to open up; share his thoughts. “Dean, I know what you’re going through alright? I’ve been there too. If you would just talk...” Dean waves him off, refusing to believe that Sam has suffered this way. It’s not that he doesn’t know – Hell, he’s watched his little brother struggle through it and frankly , he blames himself for his brother’s pain; it’s just a fool’s hope that he carries around – hoping that maybe it never happened, and his baby brother didn’t suffer, because he doesn’t deserve it.

He himself on the other hand is different story; he reeks of it. For all the pain he has caused just by his presence, he deserves it all – the paranoia, the feeling of being haunted, constantly looking over his shoulder for the source of all his madness; the never ending storm is his head that makes him want to scream out, throw, and destroy anything around him. It is what he is – a destroyer.

The bag is rigged back into position. The thumps continue with more vigour. His knuckles are bloody. The gashes from the most recent hunt reopen, spilling blood.

With all that sweat, grime, and blood he heads to the showers. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s cold; the water runs at maximum, hitting every part of his body, running down his face, taking away his sorrow; his pain. The rhythmic beat of the drops pounding on his skull, muffled by his hair clears any lingering thought.

But then again, this too is a chance result; there are some days when nothing can save him.

On those days he is bound to drown. Despite trying his best, it is like quicksand – the more he struggles the quicker he goes. And the worst part about this is that there is no outside force. All of it, it’s within him. He alone brings in the darkness, for its all etched right beneath his skin.

As the sun sets, bringing in the nights, it is like a betrayal; as if the sun mocks him, at his inability to see the light or have hope. The night draws in, it is time to sleep – the end of one day just so another miserable one may begin.

His eyes flutter shut, seeking out sleep; His body gives in to the fatigue of the physical exertion. But his mind wanders, reliving the entire day, his entire life – emphasizing his failures. His mental wounds bleed as the hasty stitches that block out the traumas get ripped open.

Sam watches him from the other side of the room, heartbroken at his brother’s state of mind. He watches how Dean writhes in his sleep at times, how his body seems to desperately grip at the mattress as if in need of an anchor.

The next morning, the topic comes up in their conversation; Sam insists on helping but Dean always dismisses the thought. “Is just nightmares, Sammy” he claims. “Just nightmares.”

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