#some of these do make sense with Dean being straight

[arabella-s-arts]

Scenes/Things in Supernatural that genuinely don't make sense to me if Dean was straight:

The confession booth scene.

Sam just rolling with the fact that Dean's siren is a guy while still thinking sirens infect people through sex.

Dean being flustered by several men: Gunner Lawless, Aaron, Doctor Sexy, etc.

All the parallels between Destiel and other couples. (A big one being "last night on Earth" bc how do you do that accidentally.)

Having all the gay jokes be on Dean instead of Sam.

Paralleling Sam meeting his childhood celebrity crush with Dean meeting Gunner Lawless.

The boner Dean got when Cas cleaned up.

Dean gulping after Cas does an impression from a Western movie.

Charlie, a lesbian, calling Castiel "dreamy."

The way Mary looks at Dean and Cas when they hug.

Dean wondering why everyone assumes he's gay, while Sam not caring.

The logic that Charlie can't flirt with guys because she's only attracted to women, but then having Dean flirt with the guy for her.

Dean seeming disappointed when learning that Aaron's flirting was fake.

The amount of time Dean and Cas spend staring at each other.

Dean canonically having an orgy with Crowley.

A woman saying that she knows when someone's pining for someone else to Dean, just for us to learn that Dean was never in love with Amara.

The set design and script choices that lead to a cross in the background while Dean said "I do." to Cas after he came back to life.

Edit: To the people who say I can't use the siren as an example because the siren is supposed to be his brother, and therefore his siren being a man doesn't work. If you reread that bullet point, then you will realize that I didn't put it down as just simply Dean's siren being a man. I recognize that the siren is supposed to be his brother. It's the fact that Sam still thinks the siren infects people through sex, not knowing that it's actually through saliva when he realizes who the siren is. So when he sees that Dean's siren is a guy, he had to assume they had sex, and he does not seem surprised by this at all.

#i'm not even trying to prove a point #I'm just genuinely confused as to what the heck these scenes were supposed to be if dean is not bi #the fact that dean was the best written bi character who struggles with internalized homophobia I have ever seen and it was an accident #insane #dean and cas had the best relationship development I have ever seen #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #dean is bi #bi dean #bi dean winchester #they did my son so dirty #he grew so much over the seasons #without his dad around to force toxic masculinity #they let him be dorky #goofy #geeky #good at cooking #but didn't let him be bi #i will be adding more to the list #the title is a bit of a hyperbole #some of these do make sense with Dean being straight #but they're honestly pushing it

[slvt4conniee]

When they turn on the vibrator at the wrong times - JJK EDITION

Characters: Gojo, Getou, and Toji.

A/N: it’s weird that i want to experience this one day in my life? yes..? ok🥲

💦😲

Gojo

you were at a job interview with your boyfriend, gojo. he wasn’t supposed to come due to no guests being allowed but he doesn’t give a fuck about what people have to say. his face all in his phone, as what you thought he was playing subway surfers; you felt a sudden uneasy chill go down your spine.

“and what do you expect at this job? how will this job impact your future?” the interviewer asks you. a pen and notebook in his hands.

you gulped loud enough for gojo to hear, but silent enough to where the interviewer couldn’t. through your peripheral vision, you felt such a naughty smirk from gojo’s lips.

“i expect to have a deeper understanding with my patients, hoping to make a better environment for the people that t-trust–ha~ me–“

the interviewer eyebrows furrowed. “are you okay?” he asks.

“she’s fine.” gojo chimes in. “go on baby! you got this.” he whispers teasingly.

you look over at him annoyingly. an angry glare telling him to ‘stop’ but knowing gojo he won’t listen.

“sorry, i suddenly got nervous. uhm—a better environment for people that trust me and this job will impact my future by influencing m-mngh~hmm”

your head flew into your hands, your body trembling as your legs squeezed together. moaning quietly into your hands, gojo put his hands on your back rubbing softly.

“my love what wrong?” he says, pulling you close into his chest. “are you that nervous?”

your hands grab onto his shirt, your braids falling over your face as you took your lips in between your teeth–sighing shakily and body trembling ridiculously.

“w-we can do this interview another time..” the interviewer said, packing up his things embarrassingly.

gojo nods, rubbing your back caressingly for the public to see but sexually for you to know. you lifted your head up from his chest, your edges lifted up from the tiny beads of sweat sparkling in your forehead.

“p-please turn it off. i came twice!” you whispered yelled.

“hmm… should i? it would be lovely to see you cum some more on our way home.”

Getou

you and getou were currently chilling in class. you were sitting next to the window while as he was sitting on the other side of the classroom.

your professor talking absolute non-sense to the class. practically everyone was dozing off to sleep. you were following along, trying to understand the math question being given to you on the gigantic screen.

“y/n can you read the problem out for us please.”

you sighed, shifting in your seat to feel more comfortable. before you could even speak, you jumped in your seat pressing your legs together under your desk.

you gripped the sides of your chair, closing your eyes as you felt a powerful orgasm rush through you. a soft moan escaped your lips, making one of your classmates turn to look at you questionably.

“y/n whats the hold up?” getou says, looking down on his phone; his thumb moving in all types of directions.

“getou, put your phone away before i have to send you to the dean.” your professor announces, saving your second orgasm. your body trembling visibly to those closest to you.

“y/n may you try again?”

you nodded in response. “the question reads, if m-ngh—“ you put your hand over your mouth, pushing your chair back to get out the classroom as soon as possible.

you sit outside the classroom, trying to catch a grip with the waxed gray floor, your head falling in between your legs, moaning at your second orgasm passing within you.

you felt your phone ding. your hair semi messed up as you pulled your phone out from your pocket. a message from getou.

monkey man🐒

gender neutral bathroom in 5mins. you sounded so pretty, needa’ hear more of you baby

sent at 4:35pm

“fuck you getou” you whispered to yourself, heading straight to the bathroom just like he asked you.

Toji

you and toji were currently in the gym, doing pull ups together. you were trying to go at his speed but you failed miserably.

“tryna’ keep up mama?” he questions teasingly, a soft grin at his lips.

you felt your arms feeling ready to fall off from your shoulders. you let go of the pull up bar, shaking your arms out.

“worn out already?” toji chuckles, doing atleast 15 more pull ups before coming down with you, grabbing his bottle of water chugging it down.

“thirsty already?” you teased back, taking only a few sips of your water.

“i jus’ did 3 reps of 30 pull ups with no break. of course i’m thirsty darling”

you rolled your eyes, heading over to the leg press. you got a wipe and cleaned the equipment down before you took a seat, positioning yourself comfortably.

you put the weight to 75lbs, holding on the side of the bar. everything was going smoothly, your feet pressing the pad, legs extending and bending. you finished one rep successfully but the the last 4…

toji was standing over you, counting the amount of leg presses you were doing. while you were in the zone you felt a vibration go through pussy. powerful and strong, you had to open your eyes and stop to take a break.

“2 more reps baby, let’s go.” he says, encouraging you.

you whimpered and sighed at the sensation, wanting to fall over and let the sensation fully take over you but you couldn’t. you had to continue the bet you and toji made this morning.

“one more baby.”

you were now moaning, sweat forming on your forehead slightly ruining your edges. your mouth parted open and your legs stopped pushing the pad of the leg press. your eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth ajar when you felt an orgasm soon to be approaching you.

“why’d you stop? you have 15 more left, i hope you’re not giving up this easily.”

you couldn’t even hear him properly. waves of pleasure poking at your stomach, begging for freedom through your orgasm.

“t-toji—mmngh–im c-coming.” you whisper sighed.

toji being the bitch he is, turns up the vibration level. your moans became into sighs, your hand closes to his shirt gripped him hard.

“what’d you say? i can’t hear you mama.” he smirks, teasing you.

“toji! ah–fuck! toji! im co-coming!“ you moaned, your back lifting up off the equipment. your legs pressing together, teeth caught in between your lips to capture your loudness.

toji turned off the vibrator. your body still seizing at the orgasm that just flew through you.

“aww, you lost the bet! which means your poor little pussy is mines tonight.”

@suy4lvr wrote this. please do not share this to any other social media platforms. thank you.

#black reader #animesmut #anime #jjk geto #jjk gojo #jjk toji #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk #jjk satosugu #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x black reader #getou suguru #getou suguru x reader #getou smut

[happilyfeatherafter]

Happilyfeatherafter’s ficrec Fridays

Good friday y'all. Welcome back to a new fortnight of fics that I’ve read and loved recently. I took my first holiday of the year and IMMEDIATELY caught a cold that knocked me out for the week but at least it meant I got reading done. Save me, destiel, save me.

If you want to find more you can see my previous rec lists here!

29 March 2024

virga(e) by @shineforthee (art by @neversleepuntilfive) has gone straight to the top of the favourite fics ever pile, oh my god you guys, please read it immediately and admire the art that inspired it as part of @deancasreversebang. This fic is a thing of beauty from start to finish. In one version of the story of Dean and Cas, we find Castiel perpetually waiting in the desert, when a 26 year old Dean stumbles upon him drawn to the location mid-hunt. They must learn to trust each other, to figure out what's causing the push and pull that bonds them. The poetry of this fic, run through with this yearning devastating emotion on their journey together, coupled with the incredibly evocatively descriptions and research into the setting, come together to make the most gorgeous picture, the desert a place that seems desolate but is teeming with life. Much like the slowburn romance that flourishes between them. It also links back to post-canon in a way that is seeded so carefully and cleverly, and made my heart explode. It's funny, romantic, devastating, emotional, moving....I can't do justice to this fic with such a short snapshot, please read it for yourselves and come yell at me about it. It's so beautiful. shineforthee also has a great 9x06 fanfic gap one shot and an ongoing wip now too and I can't wait to read that! (Somehow need any more convincing? Check out @bloodydeanwinchester's Virga(e) liveblog).

It's all very complex by artichokeflower okay that was all very serious, so let's turn to a short and sweet smut fic that had me giggling gleefully throughout. 'After walking in on Dean's private time, Cas decides to do a little research and experimentation of his own and gets magically trapped in a book about sexual fantasies. And if that means Dean has to go in after him, well what are buddies for, right?' The thing that is just GOLDEN about this fic aside from the hot smut is the dry sense of humour, borderline French Mistake parody level porn and dialogue between Dean and especially Cas which just gets them so well...the cowboy scenes in particular. Glorious: “I’m sorry, Dean. That’s the end of the erotic violence. Are you hurt?” “Is there going to be any sex in your sexy fantasies?” Dean wheezed. “Not that the whole shoot out wasn’t fun. I just wasn’t expecting as much plot is all.” He coughed. That had probably sounded too eager.

Just Being and Just Having by Englandwouldfall I have recced before but is now complete!! This the post-canon fic series delves so incredibly beautifully into Dean and Cas’ history of miscommunication and gives them the chance to truly talk things out, finding themselves falling more deeply in love as they do so and understand their own mistakes but also what makes them work so well together when they’re no longer under Chuck’s thumb. Each chapter feels like therapy and a brain and heart massage! It sticks the landing so well and I just love these boys so much.

Something Happening Somewhen by allthismusic (@folkbloodbaths, art by @eggchef) aaaahhh time travel young Dean brought to the future to meet older Dean and Cas fic trope my beloved. A @deancaspinefest fic, Allthismusic is a fan of the trope too and this fic is a gorgeous tribute to it and the fics that came before. Cas saves 24yo Dean from an accident and brings him to the future when he witnesses what his life will be. Will Cas have to remove his memories to stop a paradox? Sweet and heartfelt, a joy to read.

Books, Pies, and Roommates by @seidenapfel (art by @kitshay) is a @deancaspinefest two-person love hexagon, with some excellently farcical misdirection. Cas moves in to the spare room of Dean's house, but he doesn't meet him, he meets Sam, as Dean is busy working. Cas is professor but helps his cousin out as a barista and his favourite customer is Deano. Dean's intrigued by the barista but he's not his online penpal and best friend Angel. Lines blur, connections are made, and hearts are gonna get broken...or are they?

Tag list under the cut, let me know if you'd like to be added! Please reblog <3

@dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you

#happilyfeatherafter ficrec friday #ficrec #destiel #destiel fic #deancas #destiel fanfic

[octoberclidan]

We're Here for You

Request: what about a TFW x reader where is more sensitive & has trouble going to bed alone after hunts? not nightmares, but just the need for safety. she seeks out each member individually, to ask if she can sleep in their bed. later, they find out that you’ve asked each of them, & you all just end up sharing one bed?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Masterlist

Story

It wasn't that bad of a hunt. No one had broken any bones or been hurt too badly, just a few scrapes and bruises. No one had died either, apart from the witch who had been causing trouble, so all in all it was actually a pretty successful hunt. Still, [Y/N] was disappointed when both Sam and Dean wanted an early night, and she knew Cas would get suspicious and ask why she was still sitting with him and not going to bed when it got late enough. The witch, although they'd killed him, had put up a fight. He'd been using a curse that he'd designed himself to make people hallucinate their worst fears, making them to pay up for a 'cure'. Knowing about how real monsters were, [Y/N] wasn't even sure what her worst fear was, but she was sure she didn't want to experience it, whatever it was.

She was sitting in the library with Cas typing up some notes from the hunt, trying to put off going to bed for as long as she could, when she noticed Cas staring at her. When she looked up to meet his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed. "What?" She asked, hoping he'd shrug and go back to his research. She wasn't so lucky though.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Just a little".

"You should get some sleep [Y/N], it's important". He said, now looking concerned.

She sighed and looked away, a little embarrassed, before she looked at him again. "Can I tell you something Cas? Like, it's a bit embarrassing so I'd prefer if you didn't tell the boys". He closed his book and angled himself so he was looking straight at her.

"Of course, you can tell me anything. You know that". Cas' look of concern made her smile. She had never had a falling out with him, whether on a case or not. She always found him easy to get along with, and he seemed to care about her just as much as he cared about the Winchesters.

"I don't like being alone after hunts. I know I'm a hunter, I know I'm in the safest place I could possibly be and that nothing is going to 'get' me, but still. I dunno, I just can't sleep after them, like I feel anxious and a bit paranoid that something followed us home, even though rationally I know nothing did. So, I'd prefer to just stay up and sit with you".

"[Y/N]-" Cas started.

"I know it's stupid and doesn't make any sense, but it's just how I feel. We really don't need to discuss it. Is it okay if I just sit here with you?"

"It's not stupid. I understand". He offered her a reassuring smile and she felt herself relax slightly with relief. "But you really should get some sleep, it was a long hunt". Just as quickly as the relief came, it was gone again and replaced with worry. Cas pushed his books back and stood up before pushing his chair into the table, and she looked up at him confused. He held out a hand to her, and she hesitated but took it, allowing him to pull her up. "Come with me". He turned around and began to walk out of the library and she cautiously followed behind him. They walked past her room, and he stopped outside his room. While Cas didn't sleep unless there was something wrong with his grace, he still had his own room. Sam and Dean had insisted he have a place that was just his. There wasn't much in it, just a bed, an empty closet, a desk with some books that Sam had recommended, and some tapes that Dean had made for him. He pushed open the door and walked inside, turning around to gesture to [Y/N] to come in with him.

"What are we doing?" She asked as she stepped into the room.

"You're going to sleep, I'm going to watch over you so you don't have to worry about anything". She felt her heart swell, his expression was so genuine, as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with her not wanting to be alone. The thought of telling her that she was a hunter and shouldn't be afraid hadn't even crossed his mind. The only thing he cared about in this moment was that she should get some sleep. Expecting him to pull over the chair from the desk, she was surprised when he took off his trenchcoat, loosened his tie, and began to untie his shoe laces. "You should take off your shoes too, you'll fall asleep more easily if you're comfortable". He said as he pulled back the covers and sat on the bed.

"You're.. you're going to sleep too?" She asked as she kicked her boots off and walked over to him.

"No, I don't need sleep, and I wouldn't be able to watch out for monsters if I was asleep too. Dean says it's easier to sleep when he's holding someone, so you should hold me". She smiled at him, she wasn't used to people being so thoughtful for her. She slid into the bed, and he pulled the covers up over her shoulders. He slipped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her closer so her head was on his chest, and she wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Thank you, Cas". She yawned and tightened her grip on him. She felt completely safe, which had never happened so soon after a case.

"Sleep [Y/N], I'll be here when you wake up".

***

[Y/N] was sitting in the bunker's kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. It was late, too late to still be up. She had her head propped up on her hand as she lazily picked up spoonfuls, trying to make it last as long as possible so she could once again avoid going to bed. The hunt she'd just got back from had been a wendigo, one of her absolute least favourites. She actually usually chose to stay in the bunker when they suspected it was a wendigo, just research for the boys while they handled it, but they hadn't known what it was until they got there this time. It wasn't a great hunt, there had been several local victims before they found it. Even though [Y/N] had been the one to kill it in the end, it didn't feel like much of a victory. Cas had had to leave halfway through the hunt, some issue in heaven, and that had left them without his safety net. If any of them had sustained serious injuries, they were a long way from any hospital. While Sam and Dean didn't seem to be affected by this, it left [Y/N] even more on edge than usual.

"You're still up?" She heard a gruff voice and she dropped her spoon in surprise, the metal clang echoing throughout the kitchen. Her head snapped towards the door, where she saw a very sleepy looking Dean, dressed in his dressing gown. She quickly grabbed her spoon and cleared her throat, hoping he didn't see how jumpy she was.

"Oh, um, just hungry I guess". He walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked, grabbing a handful of cereal from the box and popping it into his mouth. She just shrugged and pushed around some of her now very soggy cereal around her bowl. "It was a tough hunt, huh?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah".

"You got it though, you did good". He said and she gave him a small smile. Dean wasn't one for chick-flick moments, but he'd always hand out a compliment if he thought someone deserved one.

"They creep me out, the wendigos". She said, letting go of her spoon and deciding she'd had enough. Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, because they're creepy. I'm glad we don't come across many of them".

"Me too". They sat in silence for a moment. [Y/N] had been hoping that Cas would turn up at some stage, finished with whatever was going on in heaven, and then she could ask him to stay with her again, but there was no sign of him. Knowing that Dean was going to ask her why she wasn't going back to her room, she sighed and decided to just ask him instead. "Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"Could I... I mean, would it be weird if... if you don't mind..." She was awkward, she didn't quite know how to ask him what she wanted to. He gave her a confused look, so she took a deep breath and tried again. "Look, I know it's silly, but I hate being alone after hunts. I just can't sleep and I don't feel comfortable after them. I don't feel safe". She could feel her cheeks heating up as she was leading up to asking him. "Would you mind if I slept in your room tonight?"

"Not at all". His answer was so quick it took her a moment to register it. "Don't tell Sam but I don't sleep well after hunts either, nightmares, you know?" He took another handful of cereal and shoved it into his mouth before closing the box. He grabbed her bowl and walked over to leave it in the sink, before turning back to her. "Come on". She stood up and followed him out of the room towards the bedrooms. They were quiet as they walked past Sam's room, and Dean ushered her into his room before closing the door behind him. "Sorry about the mess". He said as he pushed a pile of clothes off the unused side of his bed. He took off his dressing gown and threw it over his desk chair, leaving him in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He got into his bed and held up the covers, motioning for [Y/N] to join him. She did, though she made sure to leave a gap between them. "I don't bite". He chuckled, and she looked over at him.

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable, this is your space".

"You're always welcome in my space. Come here". He held his arm out and she moved over to be closer to him. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and pulled so half of her body was on top of his, one of her legs between both of his. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and she closed her eyes, listening to his heart beat below her. "I wouldn't do this with just anyone, you know. Have a soft spot for you". She smiled to herself and listened as he began to quietly hum something, the thoughts of the wendigo long forgotten as she quickly fell asleep.

***

She'd been lying in bed for two hours, her eyes trained on her bedroom door, thoughts of vampires barging in. Sam and [Y/N] had arrived back to the bunker after taking out a nest of vamps that turned out to be bigger than they'd originally thought, and it had left her pretty shaken up. She'd killed several herself before one dug his teeth into her shoulder, and Sam had taken out the rest. He'd cleaned her wound and put in a couple of stitches before they'd left the town, but it was still aching. She wanted nothing more than to ask Cas or Dean to stay with her for the night, but they were out on a hunt of their own and wouldn't be back for a few days.

She had been debating with herself whether or not to go and find Sam. She knew she'd fall asleep if he was there, but she also knew that Sam liked his privacy even more than Dean did, so she'd been putting it off. Her exhaustion but inability to fall asleep eventually got the better of her though, and she got out of bed. She opened her door and walked down the hallway, the only noise being the quiet patting of her feet against the floor. When she got to Sam's room, she knocked and waited for an answer. She felt vulnerable out in the corridor alone, especially since she knew Dean and Cas weren't around. It was eerily quiet, and she started to worry when there was no answer from Sam. Not being able to take the silence anymore, she quietly opened his door and looked inside. He was in bed, sound asleep. She felt a little bit guilty knowing she'd have to wake him up, it had been a tough hunt for him too, but she needed to.

"Sam?" She whispered, walking over to the side of his bed. "Sam?" She tried again, this time gently shaking his shoulder. He woke with a start and quickly looked around the room before his eyes focused on [Y/N].

"[Y/N]"? He asked, his voice low with sleepiness. He rubbed his eyes and glanced over at his clock, confused by the time. "What's wrong? Are your stitches okay?" He sat up in bed.

"Yeah they're fine. Sorry for waking you".

"Don't worry about it, what's up? Can't sleep?" He asked and she shook her head. "You wanna sleep in here?"

"Would that be okay?"

"Of course, here, lie down with me". He moved over in the bed, and she got under the covers with him, surprised by how warm it was. "Big spoon or little spoon?" He asked and she giggled. "Hey, I know I'm big but I can make a good little spoon when I want to". He chuckled.

"Are you a good big spoon too?" She asked and he nodded.

"The best. Turn around, I've got you". She turned to face away from Sam, and she felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her close against his chest, his head resting on hers. "Do you feel like talking about it? Whatever is keeping you up?" She could feel the vibrations of his voice against her back.

"Do you ever... feel unsafe after a hunt?" She asked, and there was a pause before he answered.

"Yeah, yeah I do sometimes. Especially if it's something new. I've been in this my entire life, so I'm used to most things, but when we face something new, all I want to do is stay up and research everything I can possibly find so we can be better at killing it the next time. I stayed up for three days straight once after a hunt when we lost people, Dean was worried about me. We need sleep, it's important. If you're not well rested then you could make mistakes, so sleep is good. Sleep helps keep us safe". He snuggled in closer to her, she could feel his gentle breathing on the top of her head. He began to tell a story about one of the first hunts he and Dean ever took on without John, and as interested as she was, his low voice and the warmth of his body quickly sent her to sleep, feeling completely safe wrapped up with him.

***

"[Y/N]?" She was nearly asleep on the couch in the Dean Cave when Sam's voice woke her up.

"Hmm?" She asked. They'd arrived home from a simple salt and burn earlier that day, and had been lounging around watching movies all evening.

"I think you're falling asleep there". Dean chuckled from beside her.

"What? No, no I'm awake". She sat up and straightened herself out.

"You looked like you were sleeping". Cas said from his chair. "You must be tired from the hunt".

"I'm actually fine, I think I'd be up for another movie". She said as she stifled a yawn.

Sam, Dean, and Cas all shared a knowing look. "[Y/N], can you come with us for a second?" Sam asked as he stood up. Dean also stood up and held out his hand to her. She looked at it for a second before furrowing her eyebrows at them.

"Why?"

"Just take it, come on". Dean said, waving his hand in front of her. She looked over at Cas who gave her a reassuring smile, and she took Dean's hand. He pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as Sam led the way out of the room, Cas following behind them all. They walked past her room, Cas' room, and both Sam and Dean's rooms, before stopping outside one of the spare bedrooms.

"Now, if you're not comfortable with this, just tell us and we'll forget about it, alright? But just know that we are all comfortable with this, we came up with the idea as a group". Sam explained.

"Okay..." She was apprehensive, but Dean gently squeezed her shoulder and she tried to relax as Sam opened the door. Inside was a large bed, much larger and much newer than the beds in the other rooms. The desk and bedside table were all covered in photos of the team, some old, some new. Photos of all four of them smiling, photos of them all dressed up for a case, photos taken at restaurants, bars, motels. All happy memories. "What is all of this?"

"This". Dean gestured to the entire room. "Is our post-hunt room". He grinned at her, but she was still confused.

"Look, we all know you don't feel safe immediately after a hunt, and we know that you do feel safe when at least one of us is around. We also don't always feel great after a hunt, and we feel better when you're around". Sam smiled at her.

"So we decided that after hunts, if we are all in the bunker, we'll spend the night together so we can properly rest". Cas finished explaining. "So you can sleep". She didn't really know what to say, she never would have expected the three of them to come up with something like this and actually do it. She looked up at all three of them, all smiling at her, all hopeful that she'd agree. She really did love all three of them, and this just boosted that love for them even more.

"This is.. amazing. It's so thoughtful. I can't believe you organised this". She laughed a little, looking around at all of the photos. "We're all going to sleep in here?"

"Well, I'll just rest. But yes, we will be here with you all night". Cas said.

"How are we all going to fit?" She asked, eyeing Sam who was practically the length of the bed, and Dean and Cas who weren't much smaller than him.

"Don't worry, we've figured it out". Dean winked at her. "Want to show her Sammy?" Sam walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. He slid in, and maneuvered himself so he was lying on his back right in the centre of the bed. "You're next Sweetheart". Dean pushed her gently towards the bed, and Sam opened his arms.

"You're gonna have to lie on top of me. I promise I'm softer than I look". Sam smiled at her. "C'mere". She crawled onto the bed and over Sam, laying down over him. She wrapped her arms around his back and he wrapped his around her. She lay her head on its side on top of his chest, and their legs tangled together. She looked up as Cas and Dean walked around to either side of the bed and got in on each side of her and Sam. Dean wrapped an arm around her waist, and Cas wrapped an arm around her waist too, above Dean's and below Sam's. Dean pulled the covers up over all of them before leaning up to kiss her forehead.

"Go to sleep, we're here for you and you're safe here". He whispered to her. She was completely cocooned by all three of them, surrounded by the best hunters in the world and an angel. There was no way anything was getting to her like that. She was completely safe. Between Sam reaching up to stroke her hair, Dean stroking her arm, and Cas tightening his grip around her, her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. She did manage to whisper an 'I love all three of you' before she finally drifted off, and fell asleep smiling as all three of them said it back.

The end

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[lucidlivi]

I Can See You (I)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

Tag List: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester @perpetualabsurdity @antisocialcorrupt @heavenlyackles @anixiiee @jackles010378 @suckitands33 @deans-spinster-witch @k-slla @alternativeprincess @spnbaby-67 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygrl (if you would like tagged in this, please send me a message or an ask with the title so I can make sure to keep my tags straight!)

story takes place during filming of season two of supernatural so the ages will make more sense!

switching points of view indicated with italics

a little mini series for you, I hope you like!

All my life, the only thing I ever wanted was to be noticed.

I wanted my parents to notice when I had done well on a test that was hard for me.

I wanted my friends to notice when I was quiet or felt out of the loop.

I desperately wanted that cute guy in my biology class to notice that I had spent the entire semester taking detailed notes just so I could help him study.

I just wanted someone, anyone to notice me.

It was never me though.

It was always my older brother Jared.

It was like he always had to one up me.

Nothing was ever mine.

For example, whenever I would ace a test, Jared would somehow be offered some prestigious award for academics.

He hung out with all the popular guys, and the girls practically threw themselves at him.

It was like he didn’t even have to try.

It's only gotten worse since he'd landed a starring role on the new hit show Supernatural.

Jared didn't know if they would even make it past the first season, but the show was an instant success. It catapulted him to stardom. Girls from all over the world were crazed about my brother.

It kind of grossed me out.

I had to admit, I was getting a lot of recognition now too, but it was always (y/n) Padalecki, sister of Jared, and never just (y/n).

I mean I love my brother to death, he's the best, but sometimes it would feel nice not to be so, so invisible.

I stretched my muscles with a sigh.

I had finally landed in Canada.

I was going to be visiting Jared for awhile, while they filmed season two of supernatural. I missed him like crazy.

I was also taking a much needed break from fashion school in New York.

"Moose!" I squealed, spotting the top of my brother's head.

I could hear Jared groan from across the airport. I chuckled as he hated being called Moose.

I pushed through the crowd of people, finally seeing my brothers dorky face.

He rolled his eyes before pulling me in to a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you moose." I said as I squeezed him.

"I missed you too brat." Jared laughs.

He lets me go, setting me back on my feet.

"come on, Jensen's waiting for us back at our house." Jared said grabbing my bag.

"wait you and Jensen are living together?" I asked, my cheeks tinting with a blush.

"yeah, we decided to just rent a place together this season, it'll be easier, is that okay?"

"mmhmm." I nodded not trusting my voice to formulate an actual answer.

Jensen Ackles.

my brother's crazy hot co-star.

and according to him, best friend, besides me of course.

I met Jensen before they started filming season one.

Jared and Jensen went on "bonding" trips together, I guess to make playing brother's more believable. I had been invited on a few. Of course I was always pushed to wayside, but I didn't mind.

It gave me the opportunity to gawk at the eye candy that is Jensen Ackles.

He wasn't just hot though.

He was more complex then that.

He was kind, he was funny, he was easy to get along with.

and I was completely crushing on him.

It didn’t matter though.

It wasn't like he noticed me.

I was completely off his radar.

"how's design school?" Jared asked breaking the silence.

"I just needed a break I guess. It's a cutthroat industry, and I don't know if I'm cut out for it." I admitted.

"what of course you are, you're insanely talented! I mean why do think I always call you before award shows? I trust you to make sure I don't look like a dork!" Jared laughed.

"well I hate to break it to you moose, but you always look like a dork, the clothes aren't going to help you." I smirked, earning a punch to the arm.

"ugh thanks to you the entire supernatural cast calls me moose now!" Jared groans.

"well if the shoe fits." I shrugged earning another punch to the arm.

"I could always call you gigantor, if you like that better." I added pushing my brother's buttons.

"I think we'll stick with moose."

Jared pulls in to a condominium.

It's beautiful, fit for celebrities I guess.

"wow, living the high life I see." I said as my eyes traveled around the luxurious condo.

"It's definitely crazy."

I gazed at my brother, seeing his shoulders slumped over.

I can't imagine how he was feeling.

I mean his life basically changed overnight. He can't go out now without girls flocking him. He has no privacy.

I know he won’t let it show, but I could tell the pressure that comes along with his new found fame gets to him sometimes.

I walked over to my brother wrapping my arms around his tall frame, squeezing him again.

"I'm really glad you're here brat, it's kind of nice to have some sense of normalcy." Jared said running a hand through my hair.

"hate you." I whispered with a smile.

"hate you too." Jared smirked.

I stepped away from Jared, just as the door flung open revealing Jensen.

"is that baby moose I hear out here? "

I swallowed harshly as he came over wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I hugged him back, nonchalantly taking in his sweet scent.

"Hi J." I said quietly.

Jensen stepped back, letting his eyes rake over me. I couldn't help but shrink under his gaze.

It was intimidating.

I took this time to stare at him too.

He's different.

His muscles were more defined now, signifying he'd been working out for the role.

His hair was still short but messy.

He had a very light stubble on his face that made his jawline more defined.

He looked good.

Better than good.

He looked sexy.

I heard Jared clear his throat loudly, making me tear my eyes away from Jensen. A heat spread throughout my body.

I wondered what Jensen was thinking.

"Jensen and I have a meeting with the director, I'll uh help you take your things in and then you can get settled while we're gone." Jared said.

I nodded my head as Jared grabbed my bag from the trunk, taking it inside.

"it's nice to see you baby moose." Jensen said offering me a cheeky smile before getting in the car.

I bit my lip, hiding the blush that spread to my cheeks. I followed Jared in to the house, which was even more extravagant on the inside.

"I guess it pays to be famous." I said spinning around to get a complete view.

"I'm not famous, just lucky." Jared laughed.

"yeah that's why a fangirl followed me around in the grocery store the other day, asking me a million questions about you."

"wait that actually happens?" Jared laughed.

"more times than I would care to admit." I said joining in Jared's laughter.

our laughter died down, a comfortable silence settling in between us.

"uh your room is upstairs, the third door on the right, next to Jensen's, you sure you're going to be okay here?" Jared asked handing me my duffle bag.

"I think I'll manage."

"I'll be back soon."

Jared placed a kiss on my forehead, before going out to join Jensen in the car. I watched them drive away before going to find my room.

Jensen

Jared got in the car giving me a stern look.

"what?" I asked innocently.

"don't what me, dude that's my sister." Jared growled.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I smirked.

"just keep your eyes away from my sister."

"I wasn't even looking." I laughed as I pulled out of the drive way heading over to the studio.

I was looking though.

She was different.

She looked different.

Her hair was longer.

She definitely grew in to her body.

She was no longer the lanky girl I had come to know.

I would be lying if I said my eyes didn't linger on her now defined chest.

She looked good.

Better than good.

She looked beautiful.

Fuck.

I shouldn't be thinking like this.

I mean this was my best friend's sister.

I know Jared would kill me if he knew I was thinking this way.

I better stop.

I didn’t want to though.

"hello, earth to Jensen." Jared said waving a hand in front of my face.

"sorry man, what did you say?"

"I asked if you were coming."

I looked up seeing we were in the parking lot of the studio.

I wasn't sure when we arrived, or how we arrived in one piece considering I wasn't paying attention.

"uh yeah sorry, just thinking about this meeting." I lied smoothly.

I just hope I can focus enough so I don't lose my job.

Reader

I finally settled in, unpacking my things and familiarizing myself with the layout of the house. It's been over two hours and the boys still aren't home.

I heard my stomach rumble.

I was starving.

I walked down to the kitchen, opening the fridge. I saw some ham and cheese.

Oh gosh a sandwich sounds good right now. I looked around in the cabinets, looking for the bread.

I finally found it, high up on a shelf.

Moose.

He needs to learn that not everyone is as freakishly tall as he is.

I stood on my tiptoes reaching for it, but alas I didn't get the height genes that Jared had. I huffed blowing a piece of hair from my face. I stood on my tiptoes trying again.

I heard a chuckle from behind me, causing me to snap my head back.

"need some help there baby moose?"

I blushed a deep red as Jensen came up behind me, reaching the bread with ease.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body just from the proximity.

I wondered what it would be like to be this close to him in a heated moment.

I let my imagination run wild for a moment before realizing he still lingered behind me.

He cleared his throat before stepping away.

I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding.

"thanks." I whispered shyly.

"you know for a baby moose, you aren't all that tall." Jensen smirked.

"yeah, no Jar stole all those genes." I said causing him to chuckle.

"well baby moose I will gladly reach the bread for you anytime." Jensen said making me blush harder.

I'm sure I looked like an idiot from how bad I was blushing over his words.

"uh is Jared back?" I managed to choke out.

"uh not yet, they needed him to shoot a promo for the new season, he asked me to come check on you." Jensen said sitting down at the kitchen island.

I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness.

I was twenty two now.

I didn't need a babysitter.

"Jared still thinks I need a babysitter." I spoke as I took out two pieces of bread starting to make a sandwich.

"he's just worried about you."

"I can handle myself."

"I have no doubt about that." Jensen said.

I snuck a glance at him, accidentally meeting his eyes. He wore a smirk on his plump lips that got my heart racing.

"I have to, I mean now that you two are like major celebrities." I laughed.

"okay, hang on I was major celebrity before supernatural." Jensen joked.

I rolled my eyes throwing my cheese wrapper at him.

He dodged it with ease laughing at my antics.

"of course how I could I forget your starring role on Dawson's Creek."

"I don't know because I definitely made season six of that show." Jensen laughed.

“I never watched it.” I shrugged.

Okay that wasn’t exactly the truth.

I did watch it.

I watched it for him.

“well we’ll definitely have to change that.” Jensen said getting up from the island.

I let my eyes linger on his form as it retreated up the stairs.

I was hopeless.

I was completely hooked on someone I would never have.

I sighed sitting down and digging in to my sandwich. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.

I heard the door open, seeing Jared walk in.

He sat down beside me taking the other half of my sandwich.

“I made that for me you ass!” I whined hitting his chest.

“yeah out of my fridge!”

I rolled my eyes.

He had a point.

“how was your meeting?” I asked as we ate.

“really good, we’re all excited for filming to start.”

I wondered what it would be like to be on camera. I definitely didn’t have a face or body for film.

“actually there’s this party tomorrow, for the cast, kind of like a kick off to the new season, do you want to come with me?” Jared asked.

I was never a big fan of parties.

Jared always tried to get me to go to high school parties but it was never my thing.

“I guess, but just for you.” I said booping his nose.

I finished my sandwich, making sure to clean up after myself.

“I’m uh going to head to bed early, I’m exhausted from the flight.” I said giving Jared a hug.

I jogged up the steps towards my room. I felt the heat radiating from the bathroom as I passed it.

I could see the door was slightly cracked.

I peaked in seeing Jensen in only a towel.

He was wiping the condensation off the mirror.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from traveling over his toned chest and back.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared.

I would give anything to be able to run my hands down his body.

I bit my lip, forcing my body to move away from the door before I was caught staring.

I crashed on to the bed, letting my thoughts linger on the gorgeous man.

I wondered what his lips tasted like.

I wondered how it would feel to have his hands caressing my body as we kissed.

I wondered how his body would feel on top of mine.

I choked back a moan as I thought about him in such an intimate way.

A loud knock on my door tore me away from my thoughts.

I quickly sat up, I could feel just how flushed I was.

“uh come in.” I squeaked.

I was surprised when Jensen came in setting a laptop on my bed. I gave him a confused look as he typed away.

“Dawson’s Creek season six.” He smiled turning the laptop towards me.

I laughed as I brought the laptop to my lap.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Jensen said walking towards the door.

“aren’t you going to watch it with me?” I asked slightly disappointed.

“oh no, I never watch myself on tv, but make sure you pay attention cause I’m going to quiz you tomorrow.” He said.

I rolled my eyes at his antics.

“Goodnight Jensen.”

“Goodnight baby moose.”

I hit play, even though I had already seen every episode he was in.

I watched anyways.

I watched until I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

I watched until I fell into a deep slumber, plagued by dreams of a man I know I would never have.

I woke up to a light pounding on my door. It was bright out, but still appeared to be early morning.

Jared strode in wearing running gear.

It was nice to see he still took his morning runs.

It was something that always made him feel at peace, helped with his anxiety.

“ugh what time is it?” I groaned throwing a pillow over my head to block out the sun.

“five am, come on a run with me.” Jared beamed.

“Jared normal people don’t go for runs at five in the morning.”

“good thing you’re far from normal.” Jared joked pulling the pillow away from my face.

“I don’t want to go for a run, I want to sleep.” I pouted.

“pretty please, for me?”

I glanced up at Jared to see him giving me the puppy dog eyes.

Damn.

He knows I can’t say no to his puppy dog eyes.

“you better get me an extra large cup of coffee after this.” I groaned throwing my legs over the side of the bed.

I threw on some workout clothes, making my way downstairs. I was surprised to see Jensen standing in the kitchen in workout gear.

Fuck.

I was uncoordinated, and the last thing I wanted to do was run in front of Jensen.

“you managed to get baby moose to come, impressive.” Jensen smirked.

I rolled my eyes grabbing a bottle of water.

“I uh hope you didn’t stay awake too long watching your new favorite show.” Jensen said laughing.

“It was alright, Pacey is definitely my favorite character.” I shot back walking past him towards the door where Jared was waiting.

“and what about CJ?”

“I mean he was alright in the beginning I guess, turned in to kind of a dick.”

“oh yeah how so?”

“I mean he did sleep with Audrey even though he knew Jen was in to him, kind of a dick move.” I shrugged.

Jensen huffed rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t write the script.” Jensen shrugged.

“It might’ve been better if you did.” I said, giving him one last glance before starting to jog.

I jogged at a steady pace, close behind Jared and Jensen.

I was smaller then both of them, so I took smaller strides.

I have to admit I did feel at peace.

I enjoyed the gentle morning canadian breeze nipping at my cheeks.

I was taking in all the beautiful sights around me.

I liked it here.

It seemed like we weren’t jogging for long before we were stopping at a little coffee shop.

“I believe I owe you an extra large cup of coffee.” Jared said glancing at me.

“I believe you are correct.”

“I’ll be right back, you want anything J?” Jared asked turning towards Jensen.

“nah man I’m alright.”

Jared nodded at us before disappearing inside the coffee shop.

It was silent as I stared at the quiet street, the town not quite awake yet.

“did you really hate CJ?” Jensen spoke making me glance at him.

“I think hate is a strong word, more thoroughly disliked him.” I laughed.

Jensen furrowed his eyebrows as I chuckled.

Was this bothering him?

“I like the guy who plays him better.” I spoke, not thinking about how it sounded.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized what I just said.

“oh well good.” Jensen responded, rubbing his neck nervously.

I was about to respond when Jensen grabbed my arm pulling me to his chest.

“Careful!” he shrieked as the coffee shop door flung open, almost smacking me in the face.

I swallowed nervously as he stared down at me, our bodies pressed together.

It felt even better than I had imagined.

“thanks for that.” I whispered tearing my eyes away from his.

I felt as if my heart would jump out of my chest at any moment from how fast it was beating.

I could feel his eyes lingering on me.

Jensen carefully tucked a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen from my ponytail.

I shivered at his touch, feeling as if my body was suddenly engulfed in flames.

It felt good to be touched by him.

It felt heavenly.

I quickly jumped away from him, hearing Jared’s voice reappearing.

“what’s going on?” Jared asked looking between me and Jensen.

“uh baby moose is as clumsy as you say.” Jensen smirked, causing Jared to laugh.

I rolled my eyes taking my coffee from Jared.

I walked back to the condo as Jensen and Jared jogged ahead.

I was taking time to sip my coffee.

I was taking time to control my racing heart.

what in the world happened back there?

I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

Ouch.

Okay that hurt.

and I’m not dreaming.

I bit my lip trying to fight the smile that made it’s way to my face.

I have no idea what that was.

but I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

I made it back to the condo, being informed that the boys had to go to the studio to shoot more promos for the new season, and that they’d be back to get me for the party tonight. I gave them a wave, crashing on to the couch from exhaustion.

I remember now why I don’t run at five in the morning.

I grabbed a blanket off the couch, curling up to catch a few more hours of sleep.

I woke up around noon, sleeping later than I would’ve liked.

I got up making myself some breakfast.

I passed the time watching more Dawson’s Creek.

It wasn’t like I had anything else to do.

It was starting to get later, I needed to get ready for this party.

I grabbed a simple mini dress throwing it on.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

I didn’t completely hate what I saw.

I didn’t love it either.

I wasn’t anything exceptional.

It was no wonder I was so invisible.

I heard the boys come back home, stomping up the stairs like a herd of elephants.

I put a light coat of makeup on, before brushing through my hair.

I heard my door opening, making me glance over.

Jared stood there in a button up and some jeans.

“you look beautiful.” Jared smiled.

“thanks moose, you look, well very moose like.” I laughed as Jared gave me an annoyed look.

“come on brat, it’s time to go.” Jared said rolling his eyes.

I grabbed my purse, following him down the stairs. Jensen stood there waiting, wearing an outfit similar to Jared’s.

He looked handsome.

He looked flawless.

I could feel his eyes linger on me as I descended the staircase.

“ready to go?” Jensen asked looking at me and Jared.

I nodded my head nervously.

I didn’t like parties.

I would suffer through this one for Jared.

and maybe a little bit to be with Jensen.

I played with the hem of my dress as Jensen drove. It was a silent car ride, nobody bothering to make conversation.

I sighed as Jensen pulled up to the studio.

I hesitantly got out, already overwhelmed with the number of cars in the parking lot.

I could feel the nerves taking over my body making it shake slightly.

I felt a hand on my shoulder making me relax a little.

“it’s going to be okay, just stick with me.” Jared said offering a smile.

I gave him a forced one, following him and Jensen inside.

Jensen disappeared immediately when we got in, going to hug various cast and crew members.

I have to admit I got a little jealous watching him hug multiple women.

It wasn’t like I had a right to be.

Jensen looked right through me.

I just had to accept that.

“I want you to meet Jim.” Jared said grabbing my hand and pulling me to an older gentleman.

I made sure to act super polite as I met various cast and crew members that I hadn’t met the first season.

I felt like Jared’s shadow as he made his way around the room. I didn’t know anyone really except for Jensen and Jeffery Dean Morgan.

I had already talked to Jeff for a little so now I had nothing else to do except following Jared around like a lost puppy dog.

It was exhausting listening to conversations I didn’t really care about.

I needed some air.

I quietly slipped out the door, not that anyone would notice I was gone.

Jared was too busy basking in the limelight.

I was happy for him, don’t get me wrong, it’s just hard to be in his shadow sometimes.

I sighed looking around the studio parking lot. A bunch of trailers sat on the lot, with names of cast members etched on the doors. I found the one that said Jared Padalecki, and took a seat on the steps.

It was a beautiful night out.

It was quiet.

I took a deep breath blowing it out of my nose in a huff.

“you know the parties inside right?”

I jumped as Jensen’s voice took me by surprise.

“geez Jensen I never noticed how observant you were.” I joked rolling my eyes at him.

“not a fan of parties huh?”

“uh not really, they were always sort of Jared’s thing.” I answered with a shrug.

“yeah they’re not so much my thing either, too many people.” Jensen said.

I nodded my head, an awkward silence falling between us.

“uh do you want to see my trailer?” Jensen asked.

I felt the all too familiar heat creep up my spine.

“uh okay.” I whispered, flushed.

Jensen extended his hand pulling me to my feet.

It turns out his trailer was right beside Jared’s. He opened the door allowing me to step in.

It had his wardrobe for Dean in it, a small couch, a mini fridge, and a bathroom. I let my fingers graze over his costumes, observing a few articles closely.

“It’s nice.” I smiled plopping on the couch.

It was rather comfy for a small sofa.

“perks of being like a major celebrity.” Jensen smirked, quoting me from yesterday.

Jensen sat down beside me, our bodies just inches from each other due to the small size of the sofa.

“I’m uh glad you’re here baby moose, Jared’s a lot happier when you are.” Jensen said giving me a smile.

“I’m glad I’m here too.”

It was quiet, another awkward silence falling between us.

“we should probably head back inside, people are going to wonder where we are.” Jensen said standing up.

I stood up too.

“wondering where you are maybe, in case you haven’t noticed I’m pretty good at being invisible.” I said with a slight frown.

“well I can see you.”

Author Note:

I hope you enjoyed part one of this mini series! Please give a heart, reblog, comment or follow if you want more! I appreciate it!

Part (II)

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[bkgrl]

Lucky little witch.

Dragonhybrid!Bakugou x Witch!reader

• Summary: As you, the little witch that lived down the mountains of a territorial dragon, one day decided to enter the woods of said dragon alone, and during springtime, Katsuki Bakugou can only take it as an invitation to take you to his dean to help him during the pain that will be his upcoming rut...

•Fantasy au / Setting.

•Aged-up characters ( bk 19 you 18)

•Tw: none for this part [ little suggestive at the end ] but possible angst, smut, and other triggers like blood, etc in the upcoming parts. There will always be warnings at the beginning of every one so don't worry :)

•Part 1.

Just my luck! You thought as you tried to find a way out of this maze of a forest. At first, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale with big oak trees, and beautiful, colorful groves of flowers, filled with the sound of nature rustling leaves, water running, the plip plop of little droplets, the chirping of birds. However, as you made your way to the heart of it you could feel, or rather sense, the magic of someone or something that roamed this woods, and the best thing is; it was fire energy, making it a hundred times more dangerous for you, being an earth witch and all...

But it was okay, your magic gave you an advantage here! Or so you thought... It was as if the trails changed every time!

Plus it was going to be dark real soon...

"Just my luck ! " you said out loud in a long exasperated sigh that echoed throughout the woods and bounced on the trunks of the not-so-enchanting trees anymore. After all, their foliage seemed so dense that you couldn't fly past them even if you wanted to, plus the ritual needed for that was too long and difficult for you to make in the middle of nowhere and at the mercy of whatever beast that roamed these mountains and from the sound that you heard earlier, the ones that made you do a run-for-it to exit this woods as soon as possible and preferably before dusk, surely didn't belong to any kind of bear or mountain lion but to other kinds of beasts; mythic ones such as chimeras and dragons. Yes, you truly had no luck or the worst one in this world...

Having to run away from fire-breathing monsters while you only were on an errand to retrieve some plants that you were short on, and since you were too lazy to go to the city to buy some, you decided to directly go fetch them at the source. What a wonderful idea!

Now you'd tell me: but isn't having to climb a mountain and search for them in an endless forest more tiring, than just going to the city? Yes, it would be better if it wasn't one week of travel on horseback from your home, and for the fact that you weren't even sure they would have some of them as they were not common, and since you wanted to spare your rear the utter torture that was traveling on a horse's back for days you climbed the nearest mountain and gave that suffering to your feet that now were sore from all this walking.

So here you are by a lake considering the possibility of staying the night. After all, you were a witch so lighting a fire and building a shelter wasn't that difficult with the right spells... As you're torn apart between your laziness and your survival instinct- that was begging you to run as fast as possible from this place and away from this bone-chilling roar that you heard earlier- you don't notice said beast behind the trees watching your every move and wondering if he should pounce on you and shred you to pieces or find a better way of using you and that pretty body of yours...

#bnha #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #dragon bakugou #witch reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou x reader #x reader #x you

[samwinchestersbf]

"I Will"

Sam Winchester x Reader

This was based on Mitski's song, I just love her music so much.

Authors note: Suprise!! A comfort fic!! I haven't been doing the best lately, my mental health is really getting to me. I think writing this may help :) Beware of any writing mistakes, it's 4 am right now so criticism is welcomed. (silly hours for me) Non-specific reader and this one might be a little small.

Reblogs are appreciated!! <3

He was always so caring and lovely no matter what, you knew that.

However, something inside of you just ate at you for days, weeks even. It was different and difficult, causing the past to reel you back in. The 'What if' thoughts were consuming you once again.

What if that never happened to you? What if everything you went through was for nothing? What if this was the last week for you? What if you're just making it all up? What if.

The sadness was a persistent parasite, you wanted it out of you.

You were a little avoident and dismissive about it, throwing "Yep I'm good"'s at him.

He knew something was actually up with you, he attempted to try to fish it out of you.

You started to refuse to sleep in the same bed, if you did it would only be for a little bit before rising earlier than he did. You slept in the library or even the kitchen, your excuses with research and exhaustion weren't cutting it anymore.

He didn't do anything wrong, it was you being you.

He was finally able to corner you, catching you up in your lies.

You two were sitting in the impala, Dean in the store for some food on the ride home. You, in the backseat, pretending to be asleep so you could wiggle your way out of the tense situation.

"You're getting worse, I can see it. Please just talk to me, I will take good care of you."

You took a quiet deep breath to reject the tears.

You couldn't explain it to anyone out loud, it felt like an internalized argument with yourself.

An argument of upset and angry thoughts. You wanted help but the shame and bravery of asking for help was overwhelming to ignore.

His hand patiently reached for yours. It was warm and soothing. You ached for his love yet you couldn't bring yourself to embrace it.

"I'm sorry," is all you could mutter out. How could you explain to him?

Sorry Sam! The thoughts are getting worse and I'm not sure if I'll make it this time. I hope you can understand!

As if that was okay to tell him, it'll raise him to questions and concerns.

Dean came back to the car, putting an end to the situation. He was aware of how your mental state was, you weren't too hard to read.

He offered you food and you accepted it out of a hint of guilt if you didn't. You just placed the food next to you and watched the environment move when he backed out of the parking lot.

The drive was going normal, their normal brother bickering and silence. They were having a talk about the hunt you all got done with yesterday.

You decided to tune it all out, ruminating in your own world.

You thought of ways to tell him. Maybe you didn't need to, you could just lock it all away to eventually forget.

You started to feel a sense of dread building up in you so you attempted to sleep it off.

You woke up with soft whispers of your name, Sam's voice trying to wake you up.

Due to the lack of sleep and high alert you bolted up, sitting straight and facing him.

"We're here now, come inside so we can talk."

Those words made you feel small as a little kid would when they get in deep shit. You thought about it more, that's all you've been doing as of lately.

You got out of the car with Sam trailing behind you.

Dean must've been inside already, ready to booze and snooze.

The two of you just walked in the same tense atmosphere as before, making your way to your shared room.

He closed the door behind and immediately wrapped his arms around you in such a gentle way.

Obviously you couldn't help but sob in his care, you needed it so much. Repeating the words 'I'm sorry' to him over and over.

It never felt enough.

He never said anything during it, he understood sometimes you struggle. He played with your hair, guiding you to the bed to sit down with him.

"It's okay to feel this way", he replied to your aftermath of crying.

"I'm always here for you. I will always be here for you. There's no need to run and hide from it." The way he spoke to you in that tone, you wanted to melt in his love.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head still unsure of how to talk about it. He gave a simple nod and hugged you a little tighter before letting go.

"We should go clean up, we're dirty from that hunt."

Sam held your hand the entire time as he lead you to the showers.

You both stood in silence again, just appreciating each other while the water ran. You wished the peaceful intimate moments with him lasted forever.

The night ended with him holding you, the tense atmosphere now replaced with kindness and comfort.

"It's just getting really bad again, I just want it to stop."

"We can get through it together, please just stay with me for now."

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #x reader #fanfic #comfort #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural sam #supernatural dean #dean winchester #help me im so fucking sad #comfort fic #comfort is good right?!?!?! #god i yearn for this man #im gay for sam winchester

[castieldelamancha]

"Where is Dean?"

"Good night, Cas, it's good to see you too." There is no real anger on Sam's face or in his words, just a tad of annoyed amusement. He shakes his head.

Castiel knows humans would feel embarrassment in a situation like this, but he is angel, and he isn't really going to bother with such a human emotion. He doesn't think wanting to know where Dean is is something to be ashamed of, or something so funny that Sam is clearly clearing his throat to hide his laughter.

"Good night Sam, it's good to see you and to be back." Sam's eyes regard him warmly at that, despite Castiel's awkward ways and his 'straight to the point' attitude, Sam knows well he is honest about his happiness at being back.

"He is his room, a headache, again."

Castiel winces in sympathy but he is also glad he made it back just in time.

"I'll go see him now."

Sam makes a gesture as to say "go ahead" going back to whatever he was reading on his laptop.

Castiel makes his way towards Dean's room, the one right in front of his. And it's weird, but in a good way, to know there is a place where he is always welcomed, where he has a spot to call his own.

He opens the door as quickly and quietly as possible, trying not to let the soft yellow glow of the hallway lights in, knowing how overwhelming they can be for Dean when he is like this. He closes the door, stepping inside the room, he moves to the side of the bed, bending lightly.

He could lean closer, kiss Dean's forehead and with his grace-filled kiss make the pain go away, comfort him in a way that isn't only about the headache he is feeling. Treating Dean with the gentleness and care he deserves, that's all he wants.

He won't.

He can't.

He shouldn't.

He mustn't

He knows that. The balance between them, oh so fragile. He won't ever forgive himself if he ruins their bond because of this storm of unrequited feelings inside his chest.

He presses two fingers to Dean's forehead instead, even if he could do it without touching him, and wills his depleting grace to chase the pain away.

"Cas?"

"Hello, Dean." He whispers, still trying not to disturb Dean too much.

"You back already?"

Castiel bites back a retort, if he is in Dean's rooms it makes sense to think he is indeed back at the bunker. "I arrived ten minutes ago," he replies instead, "Sam told me you weren't feeling well."

"You used your mojo on me?" His sleepy mind seems to finally have registered the fact his headache is gone.

Before Dean can start a reprimand about him wasting his overworked powers on something like this Castiel replies, "just a little bit, if I were you I would get some sleep so you don't have a headache again in the morning."

" 'kay Cas, "a yawn, "thanks, by the way, 's good to have you back."

Castiel's hands close up in a fist, he wants, so bad, to reach out and comb Dean's disheveled hair away from his forehead.

"Sleep well, Dean." He gets a snore for an answer, and it makes him smile a little as he turns around to leave the room to head for his own.

Just a couple steps away, as far away from Dean as he is from the Moon right now.

.

Castiel quickly makes his way to Dean's room.

His room.

Their room.

It still makes him giddy, thing that Dean finds rather amusing, "what, Cas? You can't expect me not to find a former soldier of Heaven giggling funny."

He balances the tray he is carrying, a warm tea, a bottle of painkillers and something to eat for later, in one hand, using the other to open the door as quickly as possible, not letting the light flood the room.

Dean only groans from the bed, a miserable sound that has Castiel rushing to close the door and cross the distance to the bed.

He sets the tray on Dean's nightstand and kneels beside the bed. "I need you to sit up," he whispers, Dean's hair is getting longer and longer, he moves it back and away from his forehead, he presses his thumb lightly between his eyebrows, moving it in small circles in the same area, "I brought some of that tea you pretend to hate with honey and your painkillers."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Castiel leans closer and kisses Dean's forehead.

Just because he can.

The touch of his lips won't make the pain away, not now that he doesn't has his grace anymore.

He doesn't care, he knows the gesture is still comforting to Dean in a way. He wants him to know he is here, ready to take care of him, to keep him company until the pain meds do their job and ease the headache. That he will be here when he wakes up, and for the next headache too, that he can rest and not worry about anyone or anything else, for a while.

#destiel #long post #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨ #human!cas #tuserpris #i was writing another ficlet but then this thing appeared in my mind and i couldn't stop thinking about it 😭

[soft--dragon]

Taking A Break

Words: 1,794

Warnings: None

This is my first Supernatural fic!! I started the show a few months ago and I'm on season 15 now (lord help me) Hope you guys enjoy <3

This is all entirely platonic, I do not ship wincest. Do not tag it as such. Wincest shippers do NOT interact with this post.

This was inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @carrie-tate . Go show her some love!! His work is incredible :D

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Now, Sam wanted to go on record to say that he was grateful for Dean being his big brother. He had looked up to him ever since he was a kid, trying to be just like Dean - having a strong heart and an even stronger sense of loyalty. Where their dad had failed in their youth, Dean had picked up the shattered pieces left behind and made Sam's childhood as good as it could be. He'd sacrificed everything for Sam, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, Dean had practically said those words himself.

Sam was lucky to have Dean. He knew that.

However, right now, he really, really wanted to be anywhere but stuck in a motel room with his big brother.

“Stay away from me, you dick!”

“C’mon Sammy, you can’t seriously still be ticklish can you?”

“I said stay away!”

Sam’s face was split into a wide, nervous grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot on his side of the dining table the motel room had. Dean was almost entirely leaning over the damn thing, a toothy smile on his face with that same spark in his eyes Sam had often seen when they were kids. He honestly didn’t know what spurred Dean into such a playful mood, and he knew what was surely coming along with it.

“We were in the middle of researching!” protests Sam, trying to divert Dean’s attention to the more important task of hunting the latest creature of carnage.

Dean merely scoffs. “Nope. You were researching and acting like you had a stick up your ass, I’m simply helping you balance work and living.”

“The work kinda is our life, Dean-”

“And there you go again.” Dean sighs impatiently. “Could you liven up at least a little? The motel room feels even sadder than usual when you get broody.”

Dean suddenly lunged around the table and advertently kicked Sam’s fight or flight into overdrive, a rather undignified squawk leaving the younger man’s mouth in fear of the speed his brother tore around the furniture. He bolted around the table to stop at the opposite side, mirroring his brother, who was grinning even wider.

“Stohop!” Sam pleads, a breathless laugh weaseling into his words and only egging Dean on more.

“Why? You’re laughing, aren’t you? That’s good!”

“Dean, I am going to kill you,” Sam swears, trying to look serious - but with his anticipatory smile and bright eyes, it was difficult to seem threatening.

Dean snorts. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Then, with the engrained speed of a trained hunter, Dean fakes out a fast step to the right and causes Sam to take off to the left around the table - straight into Dean’s awaiting trap. Realising his error immediately, Sam yelps and tries to backpedal in a panic, but Dean leaps forward and wrestles him onto the carpet before he can even hope to escape.

“Goddamnit!”

Sam’s outraged shout only made Dean laugh harder. “You gotta stop falling for that, Sammy,” he comments playfully, grabbing his little brother’s swinging arm and forcing it to the floor. In a split second, Sam’s yells of annoyance morphed into fast-paced pleads as he registered being pinned.

“No- no, Dean, listen- I’ll take a break, okay? I’ve been a stick in the mud, and whatever else you think. We’ll go out and get a drink somewhere. Sound good? Great. Fantastic. Now lemme up.”

Dean smirks in amusement as Sam bargained like a crossroads demon desperate to get a sale - paired with a nervous grin and hands held up in defense. As he pauses to take a breath between his rambled offers, Dean hums, effectively making Sam stop short.

“Tempting offer, but I think we'll both be entertained by this, bud.”

With the hand not holding his brother's wrist captive, he starts to poke along Sam's midriff, grinning when his younger sibling flinches away from it with a strangled noise.

"Dean!"

"Mhm?" Dean hums innocently, delighting in every involuntary jerk and muffled squeak Sam gave at the light prodding.

"Cut it out." Sam hisses through tightly pressed lips, eyes crinkling with his wobbly grin as he fruitlessly tried to avoid Dean's probing fingers.

Dean almost looked offended. "Cut it out? Dude, I haven't done this to you in years. Let a big brother be nostalgic."

Then, without any warning, he quickly squeezed at Sam’s sides, causing a shrill yelp to suddenly pierce the air. Sam dissolves into fits of laughter instantly, wriggling on the carpet in his mirth from childhood instinct.

“Aaaa~nd there it is," Dean snorts, his unforgiving nails digging into Sam's side and delighting in the familiar hiccuping giggles pouring from his brother's mouth. Even after all these years, his laugh hadn't changed a bit. "Always gonna be a little brother."

Sam's legs flailed wildly, shoes scuffing the floor in a repetitive motion to not kick Dean in the back. Though it was growing tempting the longer his big brother kept scratching at his damn sides.

"Dehehehean!" He protests through tumbling laughter, pressing an arm against Dean's chest to shove him away, but he hadn't grown out of his childhood habits. His strength was being sapped by the tingling sensation plaguing his body.

Dean notices and chuckles fondly. "What? Got something you wanna say, little brother?"

"Ihihim twehehenty fohohour!"

"And yet here you are on the floor giggling like a child. Something doesn't add up here, Sammy."

While his hand journeyed to squeeze up and down Sam's ribs, causing the man to be honest-to-god squeak in laughter, Dean got a rather mean idea. He lifts his hand above Sam, wiggling his fingers, and instantly, Sam curls into himself with wide eyes. The hand pressed against Dean's chest swiped out to snatch up the older man's wrist.

"Nonononono- nohoho Dehehean!" He pleads, his bright laughter unbridled in a way Dean hadn't heard in far too long. "Nohohot thahat!"

"Aww, why not? You loved this growing up."

Sam's face burns with warmth, suddenly glad he was already flushed from laughing, because he knew Dean wouldn't let him live that reaction down. "Ihihi dihidn't!"

"Liar, liar, Wendigo on fire," Dean scoffs, prodding Sam's stomach with his free hand and smirking as the man did his best impression of a folding chair, his giggles melding with snorts. With little difficulty, he tugs his wrist from Sam's grip and returns to the wiggling motion above his little brother.

Sam's nervous giggles increased as Dean kept his hand suspended, watching with wary eyes as it seemed to circle above like a vulture. Though, with Sam's eyes locked to the overhead threat, he didn't see the second wave coming until there was a sudden flurry of feather light touches ghosting over his neck.

"W-Wahahait! Crahahahap!" Sam squeaks helplessly, shoulders rocketing to his ears to block Dean's fingers from tormenting the soft spot. It had been a favorite of Jessica's when she wanted to mess with him - a delicate kiss or soft fingernails were enough to make him fold into himself in seconds. It was something she had used against him constantly when they were dating.

"Dehean!" Sam whines, pressing his head against his shoulders alternatively when his older brother starts targeting his ears.

Dean's heart melted slightly at Sam's childish noises, his smirk slipping into a fond grin without him realising. "Did you get more ticklish since you left for Stanford?" he asks, half teasing - half genuinely curious as he sneaked a few fingers into the gaps of Sam's top ribs, dangerously close to his underarms that were ridiculously sensitive.

Sam instantly jack-knifed in reflex, an embarrassing yelp pulling from his throat as he tried to protect his infamous soft spot. "Nohot thehere, Dehehehean! Uhuncle!" He cries out, half rolling onto his side and swatting at Dean's hands that place gentle pokes up and down his ribcage. As much as he was enjoying messing around with Dean, he wasn't sure he could handle that spot being tormented.

Thankfully, Dean hears the weary notes in Sam's voice from laughing so much. He chuckles fondly and pulls his hands away from the sensitive skin, observing his little brother, who is becoming one with the floor. The younger man gulps air into his worn-out body, holding his stomach that was slightly aching from laughter.

"J-Jesus," he gasps, wiping at his eyes that had gathered moisture from mirth. "That was brutal."

"Be grateful I didn't actually go for your worst spots," Dean snickers, "think we would've got a noise complaint with your screaming."

Sam kicks Dean's shin with his signature 'resting bitch face', but the lingering smile on his lips took away the effect. "Jerk," he grumbles.

"Bitch," Dean says right back with a warm grin.

He starts to get up from his crouched position on the floor, when Sam suddenly grabs his arms and yanks him straight back down, rolling Dean onto his back smoothly with practiced form. Dean's grunt of alarm was cut off by his own high-pitched shriek as it felt like electricity bolted through his hips.

"Don't think I've forgotten about your weakness too, Dean," Sam laughed, his thumbs making quick work in reducing Dean to nothing but a ball of loud laughter.

"Y-YOHOU DIHICKHEHEAD!" Dean yells out through hearty laughter, twisting on the floor for escape, but Sam wasn't giving him an out. He'd forgotten how quickly Sam could recover from these attacks.

"Sure, I'm the dickhead for getting revenge on you when you attacked me first," Sam rolls his eyes, then shifts his thumbs to massage along the tops of Dean’s hip bones. The older man throws his head back with a screech that could raise the dead, kicking his legs out and arms desperately trying to shove Sam away.

“Christ, Dean, you're the one that's gonna get us the noise complaint if you keep that up,” Sam snickers, yet he didn’t shift from that little bundle of nerves that was making Dean shriek with laughter.

Dean couldn’t formulate a snappy comeback. Instead, he just smacked Sam wherever he could reach in retaliation. Was it a well-thought-out counterattack? No, absolutely not, but it was better than doing nothing.

The motel room was filled with Dean's bright laughter for a good while, after all Sam had a retaliation mission to complete and years' worth of revenge to cash in. Though Dean didn't make it easy for him, managing to reverse their roles a few times throughout the ordeal - knowing how to take Sam down from growing up together.

The research lay abandoned on the table for the rest of the afternoon, ignored by the brothers duking it out - curses and laughter thrown around the room. The monster of the week could wait a little while longer. The boys deserved the break.

#lee!sam winchester #ler!dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #not wincest #wincest dni #supernatural tickle #spn #supernatural #my fanfic

[perpetualproductions]

Never Be The Same - Chapter 1:

Me and My Friends Are Lonely

- It's been a couple days since shit went down at Godolkin. The four lay low in one of Andres many properties in the city. What now?

(Title song: Me and My Friends Are Lonely by Matt Maeson)

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CW: (small) mention of smoking/drug use. The normal amount of swearing. They make out, but nothing explicit.

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“Godolkin University. Oh, how the mighty fall. The once prestigious number one supe school in America, brought down by radical supes and a Dean with a hidden agenda. Indira Shetty, former behavioral scientist and the last Dean of Godolkin, who turned out to be an anti-supe and anti-vought radicalist. Using her prior scientific knowledge and position of power over students, she groomed and manipulated these supes to kill their own kind. Lives of both humans and supes were lost in the tragic conquest of the foreign terrorist that is Indira Shetty. But do not fear, as our very own homelander had flown in and saved the day, taking down the terrorists and escorting all of the remaining students and faculty to safety. It will take some time to rebuild Godolkin and restore it to its former glory due to the aftermath of the incident, But worry not, for with the help of Vought, young supes all over the country can now attend colleges up to the most prestigious levels. Supe students are able to study any major, including supe specific majors such as crime fighting and more! Vought, once again, doing the right thing and making sure our kids stay educated. And with that, I’m Cameron Coleman coming at you from Vought News. Goodnight Amer-”

The television shuts off once the news story comes to an end. Jordan tosses the remote back onto the couch, letting out a huff as they run their hands through their hair, messing up the perfect curls of their bob as they do. They resume pacing back and forth behind the couch where Marie and Emma currently sit. Andre sits in the armchair situated on the left side of the room and stares at the dark tv screen, still trying to process everything that has been going on the past few days. They are all currently in one of Andre’s Dad’s many Apartments in New York. Apparently they didn’t use this one very often, being not nearly as extravagant as some of his other penthouses over on the upper-east side, but it was perfect for the four of them to lie low in while they dealt with all that transpired over the last couple of days. Andre had offered the idea of staying at one of his places when Marie mentioned that they had nowhere to go now that Godolkin is no more. She definitely didn't want to go back to Red River, where they'd probably send her straight to Elmira. Emma said that she could stay with her, but Emma wasn't too excited to go back home herself. Jordan had also decided to take up Andre's offer for similar reasons.

So there they were. Sitting around the living room in silence, not sure what to say to each other after watching that broadcast. Empty pizza boxes and soda cans littered the coffee table in front of them. Since the Andersons rarely used this place, the fridge was empty, so they decided to order food for the time being. No one was comfortable enough to go grocery shopping yet. They've all basically isolated themselves inside the apartment for the last four days, the shock and trauma of past events holding them in place. But they all spent the time comforting each other. They all went through the same thing so it only made sense. They've talked separately and as a group, confiding in each other for the time being. The uncertainty of the future weighing heavy on them all.

“That's it. I need a smoke.” Andre pushes himself up and goes searching through the drawers in the adjacent kitchen.

Jordan shakes their head as they yell back to Andre, “No. We need to talk first. I'd appreciate it if you were at least a bit fucking sober for this conversation.”

“Plus, there are no cigarettes left…I already checked.” Jordan mumbles that last part.

“Dammit. Fine.” Andre begrudgingly walks over and plops back into his previous spot. “But you owe me a pack when we're done.”

Jordan shakes their head before walking around the couch and standing in front of the TV. They take a breath, but Emma begins to speak before Jordan gets the chance.

“Well, looks like Vought blamed all that shit on Shetty. And sure it's not 100% accurate, but it's better than nothing, right?” Emma looks between the three of them for a response.

Marie sighs, turning left to face Emma. “I don't know, They still got away with it. Nobody knows about the woods or the virus-”

“-And not a single fucking mention of Cate or Sam.” Jordan jumps in, hatred clear in their voice as they say the name of their ex-friend.

Everyone in the room pauses for a second at the mention of their names. They still had no idea what happened to them before they were escorted off campus. Marie had tried to tell Homelander about what Cate had done, but he just stared at her with his cold dead eyes, quickly flashing red before huffing and flying away. If Marie didn't know better, she was almost certain that was a threat on her life. And if all those people hadn’t been there, then she'd be a pile of ash by now. Further solidifying the whole ‘nothing is as it seems’ revelation.

“Yeah… but, on the bright side, it looks like we're in the clear. None of our names were mentioned either. We at least don't have to hide anymore.” Emma's words grow more uncertain as she continues, the last words being mumbled.

“You're right.” Jordan shifts to their male form, gaining a few inches in height and crosses their arms. “But we still need to be careful. If Vought knows that we knew about the fucking woods, then we could still have targets on our backs. They could be watching us. Watching our every fucking move to make sure we don't spill anything.”

“But wouldn't they have done something by now? I mean sure, they might not expect an apartment in the middle of Brooklyn, but it's Vought. If they wanted to find us, don't you think they would have by now?” Andre retorts. Emma was right. They didn't even mention any wanted supes or anything. So they should be fine.

Jordan sighs as they shake their head, “I don't-”

“No.” Marie interrupts. “No, they're right, Jordan. I agree that we should still be careful, but it's almost been a week and we can't stay locked up here forever. If Vought wanted to find us, they would. And it's not like we could fucking stop them either. Definitely not if we stay in New York. But you heard the news report, we have a second chance. A second fucking chance to go to school and finish our education so we can actually do something with our lives. And I don't know about you but second chances don't come by often for me. I need to go to college and get a degree if I want a chance at a life that doesn't include being locked up for the foreseeable future. I can't do any good from here. We can't do any good if we stay here.”

Marie takes a breath.

“If we want to make a change and help people, then we need to go out and do it.” She stares directly into Jordan's eyes as she says this. Jordan wasn't planning to fight Marie on this anyway, but they were done for the second their eyes locked. Those beautiful damn eyes. They're not quite sure how they feel about the effect she has on them yet, but they hope they have time to find out.

“Fine.” Is all Jordan can manage to say as they tear their eyes away from Marie's. Jordan checks the time on the wall clock, “It's late. We can continue tomorrow. I'm going to bed.” Jordan speaks in a flat tone, walking off to their temporary bedroom, leaving the three of them in the living room.

Marie waits a couple minutes before getting up from the couch. “I'm gonna-”

“Oh my God just go comfort your themfriend already!” Emma exclaims as she shoves Marie in the direction of the hall that leads to the bedroom. Marie can't help but laugh as she's being pushed by Emma playfully.

“Have fun~!” Andre says in a sing-songy voice as Marie walks past them, flipping them off.

Once Marie left, Andre and Emma looked at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter.

—

Jordan stands in the dark of their small, temporary bedroom. Their arms are crossed as they watch intently out the window, eyes peering through the blinds. The view isn't much to admire. Just the end of a shitty, dark alleyway leading out to a dimly lit street corner. Jordan watches as people wander the dark, cold streets of Brooklyn. What the hell they're doing out this late, no one knows, and Jordan doesn't necessarily care either. Still, they watch vigilantly, waiting for something to happen, someone who looks out of place, eyes that might stare back. But behind those focused, observant eyes, are a million thoughts spiraling around their head, all focused around one person. Marie. The last few days Jordan hadn't been able to think a single thought that didn't connect to Marie in some way, shape, or form. Hell, if they're being honest, all they've thought about for the last month has revolved around Marie.

Marie Moreau…

She came in like a fucking heart attack. Suddenly, out of the blue, taking their breath away, and letting them know they'll have to make some life changes to accommodate. For the past week or so Marie had been their safe place. A warm comfort that kept them grounded while the world crumbled around them. The one good thing in the middle of so much fucking bad. But with the warmth, comfort, and steadiness that Marie brought them, came something unexpected. Fear.

They were afraid. Afraid of losing her. They almost lost her the day Cate went on her crazy ass rampage. They had just got her, and the thought of now losing her at any moment? The thought of Vought taking Marie and doing God knows what to her? It terrified them. Made them feel powerless. And they hate feeling powerless.

A soft knock on the door drew Jordan out of their thoughts, back into the

present.

“Jordan? Can I come in?”

Marie's soft, muffled voice still managed to bring some sense of calm to Jordan, even with the storm of thoughts berating their brain. Jordan gives a soft “yeah”, just loud enough for Marie to hear, as Jordan continues their vigilant search out the window.

Marie enters the room, slowly pushing the door close behind her, not wanting to make too much noise this late. She looks at Jordan, admiring their masculine figure, sharp edges softly painted by moonlight as they look out the bedroom window. Marie slowly makes her way across the room to Jordan. Once at their side, she places a hand on their arm and places the other on their back, slowly rubbing soft circles while enjoying the feeling of their soft, cotton, long sleeve shirt. Jordan leans into their touch, eyes threatening to close and succumb to the comfort.

“Hey.” She whispers softly, looking up at them and noticing the stern look on their face, their jaw tense and brows furrowed.

“Hey.” Jordan mutters as they attempt to maintain their focus on the two strangers standing on the street corner. Doesn't seem like they're doing much, just talking, but Jordan watched their every move regardless.

Marie realizes what they're doing, taking the time to observe out the window herself. “See anything interesting?”

Jordan huffs, “Don't tease, Marie. This is serious.”

“I'm not teasing.” She remarks in a serious, reassuring tone as she looks back up at them. “It's just… you can't stand here all night and expect something to happen. And you can't will it into existence if you stare hard enough.”

Jordan decides to remain silent, knowing that she's right. Which really shouldn't be a surprise at this point. Marie takes this opportunity to move her hand to their chest and lead them back towards the bed, which is only a couple steps back from the window. Jordan lets her lead them to the bed, dropping their head into their hands as they're sat down by Marie.

“You're right.” Their hands gripping their hair, hoping that would release the tension in their head.

“I know.” Marie replies with a hint of humor in her voice. She stands in front of them, putting her hands on theirs and uncurling their fingers from their hair. Jordan eases their grip as she does.

Jordan lets out a soft chuckle as they bring their head back up to face Marie. They take a moment to admire her, the moonlight framing her in a graceful light. Beautiful is the only word that comes to Jordan's mind. The word itself doesn't even do her justice. They bring their left hand up to cup her face, gently brushing their thumb on her cheek. Marie places her hand on top of theirs as she leans into their touch, quickly turning her head to kiss their hand.

“I'm scared…” The words just fall out of Jordan's mouth, barely audible as Jordan wrestles with their feelings. Something about Marie disarms them, makes them feel vulnerable as all hell. But they know they can trust her. They're safe with her.

Marie looks into their eyes, an understanding look on her face, and nods. “I know. I'm scared too. Like, really fucking scared. But we aren't alone in this, Jordan. We have each other. We have Emma, and Andre-”

“I know… it's just-” Jordan takes Marie's hand and moves it down. Marie moves to sit down next to them, letting their hands fall on to Jordan's lap. Jordan takes a shaky, deep breath before continuing. “This is the first time I'm worried about someone who isn't just me.”

“You don't have to worry about me.” Marie says with a reassuring smile.

“Well, yeah. I know more than anyone that you can take care of yourself any fucking day, but I can't help it. You just mean so much to me. You have no fucking clue how much you matter to me, Marie. You are one of the only people in this fucked up world who has cared about me in this capacity, who has accepted me completely. I can't lose that. I can't lose you.”

Marie does her best to fight back the tears threatening to fall. She places her free hand on top of their clasped hands, giving it a squeeze. “You mean a lot to me too. More than you can imagine. And of course I'm worried about losing you too, but I have to believe that there's a way out of this. Staying locked up inside all day, afraid for our lives, always being on guard? We can't live like that forever. We have to trust in each other to get out of this shit together. You don't have to do this alone, Jordan. We have each other. And I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

Jordan nods, “okay.”

Marie places a hand on the side of Jordan's face. They stare into each other's deep, brown eyes for what feels like an eternity before Jordan leans in and closes the gap. Lips lock, as they desperately hold on to each other, refusing to let the other go. The kiss, deep and passionate. A moment imprinted into their minds as they meld, moving seamlessly against each other, savoring every sensation.

Jordan switches to their smaller form as they move to straddle Marie, holding her head in their hands as they desperately taste every single corner of Marie's mouth. They let out a moan as Marie tangles her hands into their longer hair giving it gentle tug. Jordan moves their lips to Marie's neck, revisiting every crevice and curve they've had the pleasure of getting to know. Marie's moans only fuel Jordan, as they push her to lay back on the bed, hands running their way up and down Marie's sides. Marie goes to flip them over, moving them up the bed till their head lands on the pillows. Jordan shifts again, strong hands moving up Marie's body, making their way under her sweater. But before they can do anything else, Marie pulls away, gently removing Jordan's hands from her sweater. Jordan lets out a small whine at the sudden loss of contact, throwing Marie a questioning look.

“Is everything alright?” they asked, slightly worried they went too far.

“It's late Jordan. And as much as I would love to continue this,” she runs her finger up Jordan's chest, eventually resting on their shoulder. “We could really use some sleep. There's a lot to do tomorrow, and we haven't slept as much as we probably should have over the last couple nights.” Marie says, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Jordan sighs, hands resting on Marie's thighs, thumbs brushing back and forth as they contemplate. “Why did I have to fall for someone so responsible?”

“Who else is gonna make sure you take care of yourself?” Marie says playful as she gets off of Jordan, pulling the covers of the bed down and draping them over Jordan.

“I can take care of myself just fine, thank you.” Jordan says, switching back to their female form, as they take their pants off and readjust the covers.

“Oh really? So, you've never stayed up for a whole week studying for exams, forgetting to do simple things like eat or shower?” Marie saunters over to the other side of the bed, taking her hoodie off, leaving her in a loose t-shirt and pajama pants.

Jordan turns onto their side, propping their head up with their arm as they watch Marie intently. “Those were necessary sacrifices for success.”

Marie laughs, shaking her head at Jordan. “Contrary to your popular belief, you do need to eat more than once a week to survive” Marie pulls back the covers and shuffles into bed.

“I bet I can last longer.” Jordan chuckles as Marie playfully slaps their arm. She gets on her side to face them, taking a second to adore their playful smile.

“You know what I mean. Admit it, you'd be helpless without me.”

Jordan shifts to their male form as they pull Marie into them, nestling their head in the crook of her neck. “I'd be helpless without you.” There's an undeniable sincerity to their muffled words that Marie holds on to, knowing that they'll always be there when they need each other the most.

Jordan pulls back and places a kiss on her lips, kissing her as if they're sealing a promise, before pulling away. They both lay there, holding each other, getting lost in the depths of each other's eyes. Marie brings a hand up and starts running her fingers through Jordan's soft curls, relishing in the sound they make as they close their eyes in bliss.

“You're so pretty.” Marie whispers out.

Jordan's eyes flutter open, a small smile tugging on their lips as they switch back to their female form. “No, you.”

Marie softly giggles as she brings Jordan's head forward and kisses their forehead, leaning her forehead on theirs after pulling back.

The two begin to drift off to sleep, holding each other tightly, heartbeats falling into the same steady rhythm.

“Goodnight.” Marie breathes out as she feels herself being pulled into slumber.

“Goodnight… I love you.”

It takes a minute, but Jordan's eyes shoot open, finally registering the words that so effortlessly flowed out of their mouth. They expected to be met with that same shocked expression they are currently wearing, but they aren't. In fact, Marie just looks at them smiling fondly as she responds, “I love you too.”

“You… you do?” Jordan's face softens as a mix of relief, surprise and a bit of uncertainty rests on their face.

Marie lets out a short, breathy laugh, looking at Jordan as if they just said the most ridiculous thing. “Why wouldn't I?”

“I- I don't know,” Jordan nervously stutters out.

They steady as Marie holds their face firmly in her hands, looking right into their eyes with unmistakable certainty. “I love you, Jordan Li. completely and honestly.”

Jordan smiles. Genuine joy spreading across their face. “I love you too. completely and honestly.”

They kiss deeply and lovingly, solidifying their growing connection. Jordan situates themself under Marie's arm, head resting on her chest as their arms wrap around her waist. Marie holds them back, kissing the top of their head before they both finally drift off to sleep.

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That's the first chapter of NBTS! Again, I wrote this back in January and it was the first thing I've written in a while. But yeah, thanks so much for reading. I shall be releasing chapter 2 NEXT Saturday. Probably gonna release chapters weekly just so I can stay ahead with the rest of it. Again, this is gonna be a long fic, (I'm currently on chapter 8 and I'm just getting started). Speaking of, MASSIVE thanks to @paperdoll201 for beta reading this. She's been the victim of many of my thought dumps and rambles, as well as reading through the fic and giving suggestions, and advice. So yeah, please check her out. She's great. (And also a better writer so go read her stuff too 💜).

Much love 😎👍❤️

-PB

[p.s. each chapter is titled after a song, all which will be on a playlist made for this fic. I'm still working on organizing it, but I'll drop it once it is. Promise.]

#gen v #genv #gen v prime #gen v fic #gen v fanfiction #jordan li #marie moreau #emma meyer #andre anderson #limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #limoreau fic #mariejordan fic #jordan x marie #gen v imagine #pb writes #jordanmarie #marie moreau x jordan li #marie x jordan #multi part fic #canon divergent au #were going far with this one #trust #never be the same fic #nbts fic

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 9

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 9 🥰🐞

A/N: What!!!! The horror!!! Brace yourselves, this one is wild! - Also side note - I've made a Spotify playlist, with all the songs of this series, I'll add the link... Much love, my bugsies 🥰🐞

Warnings: violence, horror, cold, swearing, gore, blood,🙈

....

Well out with it, you say with irritation in your voice. His eyes cold, when he says well you know your dear Sheriff Winchester, He's dead, laughter filling your ears, I have you all to myself now!

Not fully registering, what he just told you, his words swimming in your mind, trying to make sense, out of it, you stare directly into his cold blue eyes!

What! Do you mean you, your voice stuttering. His smile looks something like a prized winner, his dead!.

Nooooooo, you scream your lying, you bastard! It literally feels like he just took the air out of your lungs, he smiles, tighthing the grip on your jaw, now why, would I lie? he was, a nuisance so I had to remove him out of the equation.

Tears burning in the back of your skull, before you really knew what you were doing, you grabbed ahold of his hand, and with all your strength, you pulled him forward, his head smashing against the steel cage.

You little piece of... before he could finish his sentence, you try grabbing ahold of him again, but he's to fast, and this time he got ahold of you, pulling you closer, to the bars, grabbing the back of your head smashing it against the steel, a couple of times. You can hear him say something but it sounds like his underwater, falling to the cold floor, you feel the wetness of the blood going down your face.

You must've blacked out, you thought while opening your eyes, you feel the stickiness of the dried blood tangled in with strands of hair, moving as still as you can, searching for this man, you don't see him anywhere, you make your way up to a sitting position, head pounding, barely seeing through your right eye, so swollen it is, thinking about what he said, Dean, Dean's dead, you whisper underneath your breath, how am I suppose to live without you babe, frantically sobbing now, the saltiness of the water burns the open gashes on your cheek, not really that you care, nothing can hurt as much as the fact that he's gone.

...

Darkness filling the skies, you've just been staring out of the the big factory like windows, replaying memories of the two of you together, night's spend all tangled in each others arms, talking, laughing, just being together. You just sit there, the feeling of numbness weighing heavily on you.

In the corner of your eye, you see the cruel bastard walking through the door, not turning your head to acknowledge him, just staring in front of you.

He shoves something through the bars, there you go, you hear him say, some food and water. Your voice sounded distant and unbothered when you said, not hungry!

Now, now, you have to eat to keep up your strength! I'm not done with you yet! Shifting to your knees, in almost a begging position, you look him straight in the eyes, why not just kill me and get it over and done with? He laughs a little, where's the fun in that!

Why drag this out you say, with irritation highly pitched in your voice!

Oh it's been a long time coming, he says with that stupid smirk on his face, but I can't tell you everything right away, it'll spoil the big grand finale! He says walking into the darkness laughing!

....

You counted the days, since that night, its been 7 , and you've tried everything, to get the will to fight, really, its like you lost your will to survive, since he told you about Dean, it might be wrong, you know your parents and brother, and friends are out there somewhere, maybe searching for you, but honestly its all been so overwhelming!

Every damn time, you think you can maybe find it in yourself, the images of his death, haunts you.

And well for the bastard, that's tormenting the hell out of you, comes early morning, to give you breakfast, and then leaves until the afternoon, when he comes dragging his choice of weapons, ranging from different sized knives to bone saw's, letting you know how he's going to enjoy carving you to pieces, but as for the reason why, you still haven't figured that out.

Looking into the distance, recalling everything, that's been happening these past few days! You feel something crawling up your arm, you look down, what? Little smile tugging at your lips, its a ladybug.

Admiring the little creature, so small yet so resilient, you remember the reason why you got the tattoo in the first place. Remembering the way you survived the ordeal, 10 years ago, the way you went and travelled the world afterwards, the way you learned so many new skills, from ASL to Krav Maga, to publishing your novels, making a career for yourself, creating art, opening a small art gallery, to teaching art to kids, navigating your way, through your psychology and profiling studies, having a loving family and found your one true love.

Your heart starts to beat faster, I didn't have Dean back then, nor did I have my parents. You stand to your feet, I'm a survivor not a victim remember you say, the words echoing off the walls.

Your eyes deepening in its colour, taking in every inch of the building, trying to piece together, how close you are to the town.

You need to figure out where you are so that, if you, no you curse yourself. Its when you get away, so that you can get to the quickest safe place. But first you need to get inside his head, that's the only chance you will get to escape, his a lot taller and stronger than you.

You get interrupted by the opening of the factory door, hello sunshine, you hear him say! You just look at him, not a trace of fear or sadness left on your face!

Oh well look at you! Accepting your fate I see, he laughs.

No, not really, sarcasm visible in your voice, just wondering how a coward like you got to this point, with such a low IQ level.

Anger flashes in his eyes as he, walks closer towards the cage. A coward! An idiot! You want to throw any more at me, he screams.

Not even flinching at the sight of his anger, just standing there with a taunting smile, saying yes your a coward you kidnap innocent woman and girls.

He bursts into anger, your not innocent, you've killed someone a long time ago.

What, I haven't killed anyone yet! The hardened look on your face, the coldness in your eyes, knowing if you get a chance the threat you made, wil come true.

He laughs, ooo, feisty, I now know, what Dean saw in you, but you see, I'm smarter than you think, before I got Jack to shoot Dean, his first little task, in order to safe his little sister ,was to get your file, see as a cab driver I hear all sorts of stories, so I had to see if they where true.

And low and behold, in your file, it stood victim of Mike Fisher. And how poor Mikey died, did you know that the family couldn't really fully identify the body, due to the fact that his guts was splatted on the ground!

Not my fault that guy was a creep you say, Interrupting him.

Shut the hell up, he shouts, his eyes getting darker.

Make me, you say with a smirk. He's hands framing the bars, shaking it.

You know what, you little shit! You ruined our lives, my brother weren't perfect, but he was the only one I cared for, the day I got the call, hearing my mom say, Luke your brother has been murdered, that day I , made a promise to avenge his death, after years of searching, and perfecting the art of disfiguring these damn women, hoping one day I'll find the one, who was responsible for me becoming a monster, I found you, that's why I let Jack's sister go, I didn't need her, see I'm not an animal. He laughs. And just in time I might add, see the anniversary of his death is a week away.

You just stand there, listening to him rambling on and on, about how its your fault. Anger boiling inside you, screaming now, why don't you come in and take your revenge.

While he was talking, you started to move your wrists, loosening the rope, it burned like hell, but you were ready for him.

He smiles, unlocking the steel door, he grabs your arm and pulls you out. You let him. His bare knuckles hits you square in the face, stuttering backwards. You smile at him, revealing the blood in your mouth.

You take your hands out of the bound rope, showing the rope burn and blood seeping through the open skin.

You make your hand flat, flexing it as strong as you can, hitting him against the chest, making him move backwards a little.

He grabs ahold of you, his hands tightly around your throat, you take your hands above, your head, binding them together and smashing down into his wrists, quickly moving to a different stance , you kick him in the face, which brings him to fall.

This is your chance, you turn around running towards the big steel doors, pushing it open, seeing trees, and the sun burning your eyes, your going to make it.

You smile and starts sprinting again, that's when you heard a loud sound, you felt something round and steel like flying through your upper leg! Falling to the ground, the pain pulsing through the blood streaming down your leg, you feel him grabbing you, dragging you back towards the steel cage, shouting I'm not done with you yet!

#Spotify #spotify #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #benny lafitte #castiel spn #dean winchester imagine #eileen leahy #jensen ackles #dean x reader

[deancaspinefest]

r/Relationships

Author: prosopopeya & marbleflan | Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy Posting on Saturday March 18

I swear I'm a straight dude, kind of a ladies' man if I'm honest. I'm the love 'em and leave 'em type–maybe that's why I never bothered to get my ex gf (37F)'s last name… or her marital status. We were in the middle of a horizontal tango session, if you know what I mean, when her husband (37M, straight??) walks in. I've never looked twice at a man, but he's the most beautiful person I've ever seen, male or female. Even though he met me when I was getting naked with his wife, he never held it against me. They got divorced and somehow he became my best friend. He even let me move in with him when my pipes burst (not a euphemism) and I had nowhere to go. I think I might be in love with him. Is it possible to be straight all your life but gay for just one guy? Sometimes I think he might be into me as well, but then I think it's just 'cause he's kind of a weird dude. When I look at him, it feels like a hurricane inside me, like I'll burst if I don't kiss him. TLDR: Wondering if asking the guy (whose marriage I ruined) out is a good idea.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

"Where did you guys meet again?" "Oh, um. Through work." It's technically not not true... if you follow six degrees of separation rules. "I think you'd like him. He's funny-- Not like, conventionally funny, I guess, but he's got his own kind of sense of humor that kind of catches you off guard." His phone buzzes again, loud against the counter, and Sam cuts his eyes over to look at it. Dean slides it off the counter to slip it into his pocket. "He's going through a divorce," he blurts, which makes Sam raise an eyebrow. "And he's just-- It's an adjustment, you know? He just really needs a friend right now." More true than his previous partial truth; in fact, that statement is objectively a true one, and it's Dean who's having trouble (apparently?) with parts of it. "Do you need to answer him then?" Sam asks, his tone softening, and Dean imperceptibly relaxes. "Oh, no, he's just elbow-deep into Dr. Sexy after I told him to check it out." Sam rolls his eyes again, laughing this time though, and he goes back to his nachos. "Are you sure being friends with you is the right move, if that's what you get him into?" "Come on, it's perfect breakup watching." "It's the TV equivalent of eating a pint of ice cream so I guess you're not wrong. So, are you helping him rebound?" Dean swallows his beer the wrong way and chokes. "What?" "You've been hanging out a lot." They've been out a handful of times at the Roadhouse, and Dean thinks that shouldn't count as a lot. "Not really sure that's where he's at," Dean says, mostly to the nachos. "Anyway, he wouldn't need my help." "No?" Sam prompts, sounding amused. "No way. He's got this approachable sorta hotness, you know, like he doesn't even realize it, and he dresses like a lump so it catches you by surprise." "Are you sure you're not dating him?" Dean's eyes snap up to find Sam smiling, the joke written all over his face, the picture of disbelief that his macho brother could possibly do something like that. "What?" "'Cas is so funny and hot,'" he teases, shaking out his hair. Sometimes, Dean thinks clearest through the panic, and this feels like one of those times when he throws a chip at Sam. "A good wingman knows how to sell," he says, and watches Sam laugh that one off too, leaning back down to eat his food. Dean's phone buzzes in his pocket. He pokes around at his nachos some more, but suddenly nacho night doesn't seem as appetizing as it did before.

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday March 18]

#Destiel Fic #Destiel Art #Destiel Fanworks #DeanCas Fic #DeanCas Art #DeanCas Fanworks #Pinefest Previews #2023 Dean/Cas Pinefest #Author: prosopopeya #Author: marbleflan #Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy #enemies to friends to lovers #bisexual awakening #roommates

[zepskies]

Patched Up (I)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: How Dean thanks you for treating his wounds.    

This is part of a 3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel -- first up is Dean! Word Count: 820 Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood

Part I - Dean

“You don’t have to,” he said, for the third time. You continued to ignore him and instead, set your hands on his shoulders.

“All right, twitchy. Stop moving,” you said in exasperation. You were sitting behind him in the bunker's living room. For a moment, you couldn’t help staring at the broad expanse of his naked back, all tan skin and light freckles and lean muscle.

But then you forced yourself to focus on the suture you were only half-finished with for the three small, but deep cuts under his left shoulder.

“You haven’t done this before, have you?” Dean drawled.  

You inspected the wound with pursed lips. It was all too close to his heart.

Just a couple inches higher and this would’ve been a moot point…

Thinking about that would just make you angrier at the werewolf that slashed him, so you pushed that thought away.

Your hands shook a little with nerves, but you wiped at the bit of blood weeping every time you pulled the thread through his skin.

“It’s not rocket science,” you muttered. Dean was breathing deeply, trying to block out the pain of the sterile needle going through his flesh with a glass of whiskey. He swiped a hand over his tired face.

“Goddamn it. Should’ve just waited for Sam,” he said grumpily.

“Sam’s three states away.” You knew you didn’t have to remind him, but the point was made. Sam was on his own hunt, meaning all Dean had right now was you.

“And you’re not that flexible,” you added with a smirk. His head turned toward you a little, and you caught a glimpse of his lips curving upwards.

“That a challenge, sweetheart?”

You were glad he couldn’t see you blush at the suggestiveness in his deep voice. In that moment, you forced yourself to focus on what you were doing before you gave him a starfish instead of a straight line to close this cut.

But then, the more mischievous part of you suggested that might not be a bad idea. You grinned a little. Maybe next time he does something especially annoying.

Which would probably be tomorrow. Dean loved teasing you, though you hardly knew why.

“What, you taking yoga in your off time?” you teased.

“Not exactly, but close enough I reckon,” Dean replied. You could practically see his insufferable, lascivious smirk, and you were tempted to poke him with the needle…but you thought better of it. You were already causing him enough pain.

Eventually you tied off the suture and admired your handiwork.

“Am I gonna live, doc?” he asked dryly.

“You just might.” But you held fast to his shoulders to stop him from getting up just yet. “Wait, one more thing.”

The muscles in his shoulders and back flexed under your hands, making your face heat up again.  

“What now?” he asked. You sensed his impatience, but it really was important.

Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide, you doused some on a cotton ball and gently swabbed around the stitches.

“You already cleaned it before you started,” he said.

“I just want to make sure!” Your brows furrowed in concentration as you finished. Then you got up and went to sit in front of him, swabbing at the small cut above his brow with the unused side of the cotton. Then the red, angry scratch on his hand, just under his thumb.

You tried to avoid looking at his bare (and firm looking) chest, all while tuning out the heat of his stare as you completed your self-appointed task. You were a detail-oriented person by nature, and you were thorough as you dabbed at each cut and laceration. Dean finally piped down, allowing you to work in peace.

But really, he was watching you. First in bemusement at how unnecessary you were being. Then grateful, because you really didn’t have to do this.

And then fond, because not many people outside of Sam were left to care about him as much as you seemed to.

Dean watched the narrow concentration in your beautiful eyes, the way you were biting the inside of your lip.

When you were satisfied you’d cleaned every wound, no matter how small, you smiled to yourself and set down the peroxide and the cotton. That’s when Dean surprised you, taking your hand.

You stared up at him with wide, doe eyes when he pressed the back of your hand to his lips.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

Your face was set aflame as you looked into his green eyes. They glinted with affection, and his mouth curved against your skin.

Clearing your throat a little, you managed to reply.

“You’re welcome.”

You slowly took your hand back and grabbed all of your medical supplies. But before you left (and before you lost your nerve), you leaned in and kissed Dean on the cheek.

His soft surprise gave way to a smirk as he watched you scurry away.

Here's Part 2: Sam

Here's Part 3: Castiel

Dean Winchester One-Shots

#dean winchester #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #spn #dean/you #dean winchester fic #dean x female reader #zepskies writes

[centaurianthropology]

Okay, that was a GOOD episode.  The first episode definitely had some pilot difficulties, but it seriously feels like they’re hitting their stride with this one.  I am totally in love with what Laura’s doing with Arlo, and Ashley is a delight as Auggie.  Anjali’s performance as Charlotte gets more and more nuanced and tragic, and I can’t wait to see where she’s going with it.  They were all so compelling this time around, and taking some major hits and poor roles meant that they all got shaken up a lot worse this time around.

Matt’s DMing also felt a lot more tuned into the horror side of things this episode, with the monster being intensely Soulsborne-y (the mass of bodies glommed together is such a Dark Souls thing, but I love it!), and had a lot stronger of an eldritch horror vibe, with some Hunger Beyond Time coming after everyone because of an artifact.  I really, REALLY hope they get sent to Oldfaire next episode, as it’s their last for this Circle, and I really want to see that part of the city, given how much it’s been hyped up, and how likely it is to intersect at least with Arlo’s backstory, and possibly also Charlotte’s (and maybe Howard’s too??).

But there was one stand-out tonight, in an episode in which everyone was on top of their game, and that was Robbie Daymond.  Holy shit, no one heard “you are in a horror game” and took it to heart quite like he did.  He’s going full Reanimator, and I love his choices.  His self-trepanning scar was horrific in the best possible way, and then there’s whatever happened at the end with him.  Who is Dean?  Was that his reason to get into Candela?  And what the hell does it mean that the phantasmal force just dove straight into his head??  He is getting more and more unhinged as we get into this story, and I am so here for it.  I get the feeling he’s the most likely character to die in the next episode, with Charlotte very close behind (”You have to give everything” has a very ominous ring to it), and I think Arlo and Auggie might make it out to make later reappearances, but who knows?  They rolled like ass tonight, so hopefully they saved a lot of sixes for next time.  I’m honestly only sad that we only get one more episode with this Circle, but then again it makes sense.  Horror campaigns generally have to run short, because they lose the scares the longer they go on.  And I can really hope that next episode is downright terrifying.

I’m really looking forward to seeing the level up for the next game.  The more I see this system play, the more I really want to pick it up once the Core Book drops.  The flavor of Newfaire is great, and I think it would be great for short campaigns with friends who really want to dig into some gnarly horror material.  

Man, that was a fun episode.  I am seriously going to miss these characters, as they’re all so delightful and vivid.  The players are great, and they’re a fantastic intro to a system I now really want to buy once it comes out.

#Critical Role #Candela Obscura #Candela Obscura spoilers #Robbie Daymond #Anjali Bhimani #Laura Bailey #Ashley Johnson #Matt Mercer

[biblicallyaccurateslut]

I just read a re-post of one of my post from a non-gaylor, and I would like to say it was a really good, respectful answer that explained their point of view perfectly and, by any means, this post is an attemp to start beef or anything.

Being said that, one of the points that really standed out to me was how some fans would "force a queer identity on her" (not quoting them, just summarizing) and how twisting lyrics to hold a narrative or using certain interpretation of a song, was not healthy, in reference to the connection I made to the album midnights and Taylors queerness.

Now, I would like to ask, isnt twisting a lyric to fit a narrative how people started saying that Taylor was the "argumentative antithetical dream girl" she refers to in hits different, when is crearly (and is a question of grammar and basic language comprension) refering to the muse of the song?

Bet I could still melt your world, argumentative antithetical dream girl. Are you kidding me?? How could you posible say this makes sense if she was refering to herself???

Then, the paternity test constantly done by swifties to look for the muse of a song is nothing more than a certain interpretation of the lyric to fit the narrative. So that is not a thing exclusive to gaylors, almost every swiftie does it.

Now, that is what I like to call a double standard. I am not shaming the original autor of the post that have inspired this text, but pointing out a more societal problem. Very often, speculation and shipping and reading into things, if done in a hetero way is okay but do not dare to do it in a way that relates to queerness.

About the "forcing a queer identity on her", there is a thing, done through history called flagging. Safo was doing it in ancient Grecee, so did Oscar Wilde and more recently Elton John or James Dean. There are signals of the queer community to signal discretely to other lgbtq+ that they are one of them.

Taylor is not subtle about her flagging. She went out in a bi pride colored jacket to sing "and you can want who you want, boys and boys and girls and girls". She did sing about wearing someone like a necklace. She did spray paint her paint the bi colors to her gay pride music video. Use the lyric hair pin drop more than once. She puts lesbian flag colors as the main lighting in her world wide tour. And much much more. Is obvious, really out there for the people who want to see it to see.

Once you see that, you have no option but to hope she is queer; because if she was not, she would only be a straight girl that harmed the queer comunity by taking all the simbolisim that lgbtq+ people have built througt the ages and making it hetero to the mainstream, erasing the very little history the comunity has managed to create in the opressed world that it had have to endure.

So, even if I think that the answer to my previous post was really well written and respectful, I do not think it is a really nuance take.

PD: To the person behind the original blog that posted the answer, if you have read this and recognised yourself on it, just know this is not a personal attack and I apologize before hand if that felt like that to you.

#gaylor #taylor swift #queer #gaylor swift #kaylor #eras tour #swiftgron #the eras tour

[castielcommunism]

it’s frustrating that they never go anywhere with mary reading john’s journal in the show, because I think it would be the catalyst to a comprehensive re-evaluation of john’s role in her sons’ lives, and is probably the only thing that would get dean to properly question his relationship to his father.

like there’s a dual refusal to accept reality going on with mary and dean - mary doesn’t want to accept that her children are grown adults and that her absence destroyed their lives. it makes her feel powerless and incredibly guilty. and dean is using mary to displace all of his unexamined rage at his father. it’s a lot easier to be angry at his mom for dying than it is to get angry at his father for abusing and neglecting them for years, especially when mary seems hellbent on retreating into fantasy where her children are still babies. but mary reading john’s journal would undo both of those things - she would be confronted with the man her husband was and the things he did to their children as a result of her absence, and she would be able to recuperate some sense of agency in her own life by getting angry at this. she can’t undo the past and she can’t fix what happened, but she can be a zealous advocate for her children and rage against what their father did to them.

and dean would have no choice but to listen, because the only person he would hear any criticism of john from is his mom. she is an authority figure he respects and wants to listen to, and on top of that she’s on his side. like for the first time in his life he would feel fully empowered to admit that he was mistreated. because his mom is telling him that it’s okay to feel that. this isn’t even something he could let himself do with bobby, I think partially because bobby isn’t biological family and partially because mary feels like a much closer authority on the subject of their father, despite the fact that bobby actually knew him a lot better.

and hilariously I think this is how sam and mary would connect and form a relationship. like she wouldn’t be able to just walk into the room one day and say well I read john’s journal and your dad was an abusive asshole. if I’d had been there I wouldn’t have let any of that happen. because dean WOULD push back and it would probably cause a fight. a serious conversation about john would have to be a slow, uneven process of untangling what the fuck happened in their childhood, and sam would happily entertain his mom asking him questions. like she can’t get straight answers from dean because he wants to both protect his mom from the reality of their life AND he wants to protect his father from the wrath of his mother. but sam would absolutely have a frank and honest conversation with mary about their childhood (at least what parts he remembers). It would be painful and messy and enraging, but he would finally have someone who wants him to talk about what happened to him and his brother. and like I’m sure mary would resist some of this at first, too, because the reality of what john did is horrifying and accepting that means accepting some kind of responsibility for it, even if she didn’t actually do any of the abusing and would have prevented it had she seen it occurring.

but like eventually all three of them would arrive at a shared set of facts, which is that john was neglectful and abusive to his kids. dean would be given permission to be angry about it from someone he loves and respects, and he would even be allowed to give up responsibility for his own anger. mary started it, so he doesn’t have to drown himself in guilt and self-doubt over thinking his father was a shitty person. he’s being handed down this mercy by his mother. and sam would finally have someone fully on his side, allowing him to present his case and explain himself. he would be given absolution for all the fights he started with his father, and for the deep-seated self-disgust he felt for being “unclean”, not to mention john’s own disgust. and mary would finally be able to feel like she knows what’s going on, and that she can take control of some element of her family’s life. she can redeem herself to her own sons by being their champion, even if it’s thirty years too late. they can do this autopsy of their own family history together and move forward with the knowledge that what happened wasn’t okay.

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