#(maybe he says he doesn't know what one is and claire rolls her eyes but is like you can't Not know this and shows him)

[monstermoviedean]

if cas made a friendship bracelet for dean he would put it on and literally never take it off. frayed, stained, faded, falling apart. doesn't matter. still on.

#maybe a kid they meet on a case teaches cas #maybe claire teaches him #(I don't think claire is a friendship bracelet enthusiast exactly but i think she would know how and would teach cas) #(maybe downtime on a hunt when he suggests sitting and staring at a wall) #(maybe he says he doesn't know what one is and claire rolls her eyes but is like you can't Not know this and shows him) #maybe cas learns on his own and gives it as a gift in exchange for the mixtape #i don't know. there's a lot of maybes in there. but i'm certain dean would keep it forever. #just saw an image of early seasons dean with jewelry and thought hm how could we get jewelry back on him #spn

[devilish-mirage]

Hero

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Steven Grant (established relationship)

Warnings; act of violence, my cringy attempt of a fighting scene

Summary; You weren't supposed to be here, in this shady dark alleyway but who would've thought that you could kick some ass?

Word count; 1,9k

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Crack, crack, crack

The sound of broken bones echoed in the dark hallway, a tall figure punching a man underneath them violently. The figure took a step back when they're sure that the man was truly unconscious.

White drapes unfolded, revealing a man in his late thirties, eyes glowing white as he stared quietly at the body below him. He looked at his hands, bloody from the assault he had just caused.

"Onto the next one, Marc." The voice sounded near yet far from him, a voice that torture him, binds him to this hellish nightmare for as long as eternity.

He moved his head towards the direction of the sound and stared at the eternal being for a second, hollow eyes bored right back at him.

Marc clenched his fist tightly. He doesn't want this, he's tired of this life. Him being a fist of vengeance was a mistake, he loathe the fact at how easy was he manipulated three years ago on his death bed.

He regrets his choice ever since he made it, but yet he can't deny the relief that he felt when it was him who became a tool of God, not Steven. God knows he'll do anything to protect his alter, his other self that he consider as a brother. Steven doesn't know that yet, he couldn't say it to his face.

Was it embarrassment? Was it that he's afraid to say it out loud because he's terrified that he'll make the same mistakes?

Marc doesn't need Steven to know about that yet, he's already satisfied with the way things are now. Him being coexist with his alter and now the both of them found a newfound peace, you.

He loved the both of you so much that he'd even willingly disappear if it could gave Steven a normal life that he knew he couldn't have with you.

Steven is a chance that Marc did not have.

He nods curtly, concealing his face yet again with the white fabric. But before he took off he heard something- someone's voice. A very familiar one, one that belong to someone that he wish to never met here.

"This is why I told you to be careful," you sighed, holding the phone in one hand while you uttered the words angrily at your best friend.

How could she have dropped her keys at a shady place like this?

You were walking home from a party that one of your mutual friends threw, you went there with Claire and she somehow hooked up with a guy and you decided to leave because it's getting pretty late, you don't want to make your sweet boyfriend worried.

You wanted to bring Steven with you but he adamantly said that you should go enjoy yourself more, spend more time with your friends and family because he felt 'guilty' having you all for himself for the past week.

You could felt the smiled started to form on your face, it's been a week since that eventful shit show, still you're grateful for the outcome of it.

"I'm really sorry, babes. I'll treat you out later, I promise."

You rolled your eyes, huffing slightly as you muttered a small "alright."

You heard multiple sounds of shuffling and- is that a zipper?

"I gotta go!"

Before you could said anything she hanged up the phone, you looked at your already black screen in disbelief.

"Traitor."

You spat before shoving your phone inside your purse, huffing again before going inside the dark alleyway, it maybe sounded like a dumb move from a female lead of a superhero movie but this alleyway isn't that bad when the suns still shining, this alleyway is a shortcut from your apartment to Claire's, you've walked here thousands of times before, you sure you'll be fine.

You could also fight, you've learned a few basic material arts to defend yourself. What can you say? A girl gotta keep herself safe in any situations.

You looked around, trying to find Claire's keys, you still didn't understand how she managed to drop them.

Marc was standing on a rooftop just above you, staying still on his spot, hiding away at the roof while his gaze fixed at your face.

"Fucking hell, what a night." you groaned when you finally found them tucked behind a trash bin, lifting up your purse and taking out your phone.

2AM, It's pretty late right now. You're wondering if Steven still awake or not so you decided to call him, putting the phone on your ears while walking out from the alleyway.

Marc can't look away, he can't get you out of his line of sight, so he follows you in a disguise to keep you safe even with Khonshu protesting loudly at his ears, screaming at him that he has important matters to attend.

Marc totally turned a deaf ears to his words.

Then he saw it, a group of drunken men not too far away from you, he saw you physically froze on the spot. Of course you knew a little martial arts and you're quite good at them actually but fighting a group of grown men that are basically twice your size? No, you're not taking chances.

You quickly and quietly turn your back against them, trying to ran towards the opposite direction.

But you're too late, they've already saw you, Marc could tell what they were thinking just by that sickening smile on their face on their face.

He couldn't even remember when he jumped down, all that he could heard was the agonizing scream from one of the dudes who was the closest to you.

You cringed when the dude fell on his ass, peaking your head from Marc shoulders to see better.

"That must've hurted."

He side eyed you, you were gorgeous in that dress, he whished he could just stopped everything and stare at you right now.

"Hey, dude. We don't want trouble."

One of them said as he walked closer to Marc, he could see the sharp objects reflecting the light before he even lunged at him.

Marc gripped his arm before the small dagger made any contact on his body, smirking lightly as the man in front of him winced in pain.

Marc twisted his wrist hard, making them let go of dagger, the clattering sounds it made the other guys lunged towards him. He quickly tried to take care of them while protecting you, keeping you safe behind him.

What he didn't knew is that one managed to slipped away and tried to grabbed you by the hair, that man screamed while lunging at you, you panicked and instantly kicked him hard, making him flew to the other side.

Ok, this is slightly different from your training but you still kicked him hard though. Maybe it's the adrenaline?

You didn't even realized a smile made it's way to your face, It's pretty fun, you could get used to this.

Marc was too stunned to speak or do anything really, he wasn't expecting that from you.

"Hey, focus on your own fights!"

You screamed, shifting your gaze to glared slightly at him before ducking your head and punching another drunken guy's face.

He almost laughed out loud, it's official, Marc is whipped for you.

After a few minutes of the both of you beating the drunken guys, he somehow ended up walking next to you to the direction of your apartment.

"So," you started, nervously gripping your purse and took a glance at him before continuing your sentence, "are you a hero?"

Marc shook his head, smiling underneath his mask.

He couldn't even fathom how different it felt staring at you directly and not from Steven's are.

It's the first conversation that he had with you as himself and it felt great.

He tried hard not to speak though so that you wouldn't recognized his voice.

"Would that really work, Marc?"

Marc opted to ignore his alter, only focusing on how your voice sounded next to him.

"You acted like one." you squint your eyes at him, eyeing him up and down, he's strangely familiar.

When you were greeted with silence you took it as a sign to continue.

"I mean come on, I knew we live in a world where gods, aliens and heroes exist but it's the first time I'm actually meeting one."

He hummed at you, that smile was still plastered behind his white mask.

"It's pretty cool actually,"

You said, eyes still focus on the road, you didn't realized that he was looking straight at you.

You're gorgeous, basking in the moonlight with a giddy smile right beside him and there's just something about you tonight that made him couldn't took his gaze off of you.

He tried to clear the phantoms from his head and grasp reality when you suddenly stopped, he almost flinched when you shifted your entire body to him with a big smile.

"What's your name- no, what's your alias! Like hero name, do you have one?"

He furrowed his eyebrows at your behavior. Sure, people are often curious about him and his alias but they never really said that out loud, too put off by his quietness and blunt way of dealing with the bad guys.

"Why do you want to know?"

He caught himself said, "I thought you didn't want to say anything."

He glared slightly at the window behind you, Steven was looking at him with a slight smirk.

"Well, I want to know the name of my hero of course."

He froze, that simple sentence was replying over and over on his mind like a broken record. Your hero. Yours.

He gulped, trying to mask his voice by deepened them slightly, he hoped you won't realized it. "Moon knight."

You hummed at him, that giddy smile still plastered on your face. "Moon knight, it suits you well."

You didn't even realized that you're already standing in front of your apartment, talking to him was fun, he made you feel safe and relaxed walking this late at night, you don't want this to end just yet.

But alas you're here already, you tried to hide the disappoinment in your voice but deep down you're sure it didn't work.

"Well, thank you so much for tonight, moon knight. Keep kicking ass!"

He nodded, looking at you for a second before he jumped away to the roof, Steven playfully scoffed at him.

"That's very dramatic of you, Marc."

"Shut up, Steven."

Marc rolled his eyes but the smile on his face didn't show any annoyance.

"Babe, babe, baby!" you hurriedly ran to his desk, Steven was already smiling at the sight of you. "Yes, love?"

"You wouldn't believe what happened last night."

Steven put down the plushies and turned his whole body to your direction, you smiled at his gestures.

"What happened?"

You couldn't even stop yourself from smiling wider, squealing slightly.

"I've met a hero last night, he was so cool!"

Steven laughed at your excitement, he could felt the warmness seeping through his body because of you. You could always effect him without you knowing about it.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! You should've been there! He was like bamp and wabamp and kaboosh! It was amazing!"

Marc smiled at you from the reflection.

You were adorable, how could you be so bright? There's not an ounce of you that he didn't love.

He continued to watch you explain last night's event through Steven's eyes.

Now that he had the taste of seeing you and just talking to you himself, he knew he couldn't be satisfied with the interaction through Steven's.

Like a child who just got a taste of a tooth rotting sweet candy, he craved more of the feeling.

#serendipity series #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #steven grant x you #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight au #marvel moon knight #mcu moon knight #mira writes shts

[crazyf0rswayze]

Can you write Brian Johnson (The Breakfast Club) x a female reader who has trouble sleeping and is always falling asleep during class/detention please? Thank you:)

Warnings: cursing, yelling, mentions of a bad home life, lmk if I missed anything

Y/N POV

Another Saturday another detention for the dumbest fucking reason ever. Bonus points because I didn't sleep well at all and we were out of coffee this morning.

"Hey Y/n! How ya doin'" my boyfriend, Brian yells out as I get out of my mom's car. I groan loud as I walk over to him

"Didn't sleep good?" he asks

"No not really" I say. Brian wraps one arm around my waist as we head towards the school

"I'm sorry hun" He says, grabbing the door. I walk in and he follows after me. He catches up so he's by my side. His pinky finds mine and he links them together earning a small, happy giggle from me.

BRIAN'S POV

Gosh I loved her. I loved that no matter how she felt, or how tired she was she could still let out a small giggle to let me know she liked what I was doing. We near the library and I open up the door for her. We step in to find only Andy in there.

"Congrats on being early" He says, rolling his eyes. He looks from me to Y/n and down at our hands. Y/n tries to pull hers away but I keep our pinkies linked together. I let out a scoff and go to sit at my usual seat, with Y/n on my right.

"You were here before us Andrew, so what's the biggie" I ask

"That's because my dad had work"

"Your dad doesn't work on weekends, you told me" Y/n says tiredly. Andrew had honestly become friends with everyone in detention, we were only joking around really so I wasn't surprised when his eyes softened after Y/n spoke.

"Hey, you ok? You sound insanely tired" Andy asks with concern in his voice.

"I didn't sleep good ag-" she cuts herself off, probably remembering that she never told Andrew about her sleep problems.

"Bender is hhheerrree!!!" John yells as he comes jogging in, flexing his arms and shit like the jocks do.

"Is that how you enter your matches Andrew?" Bender asks sitting behind him

"No now shut your trap before I shut it for you" Ok so maybe I lied, Andy was not friends with Bender and he made that obvious every week. Y/n leans her body against mine and puts her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Y/n, you can't sleep in detention because you'll earn yourself another if Mr.Vernon sees" I whisper. She lets out a small groan and sits back up. Clair and Allison come it and sit in their usual spots.

"Now that everyone is here, I'll be giving you an assignment...sit around and do nothing. Just sit in you damn seats and we'll have a good day" Mr. Vernon says after he walks into the room and stands at the front of all the desks.

"MS Y/L/N!! Is this boring you?" He yells after Y/n yawns.

"N-no I just didn't sleep well I-I guess." She says, and everyone seemed to be looking at her.

"Well don't fall asleep you hear me? If I catch you sleeping it's another detention" He says pointing a finger at her

"It's not like I'm falling asleep in class!" She says

"That's another detention already! Don't talk back!" he yells. I see small tears fill Y/n's eyes. I knew she hated yelling...Mr. Vernon walks out and everyone's eyes are still stuck on Y/n, waiting for a reaction, waiting for a tear to fall

"What are you all looking at!!??" She yells

"Not much" Bender says with a smirk

"Shut your fucking mouth John!" Andy yells looking back at Bender with anger in his eyes. Andy and Y/n were friends before all these detentions, so he could get quite defensive, and I couldn't tell if I liked it or not because it makes it seem like her likes her. But at the same time I'm glad he can stick up for her because I could barely stick up for myself.

"Andrew stop! Just leave it alone! I'm fine!" Y/n says, folding her arms on the desk and burying her head in them.

"She's so dramatic" Clair whispers

"Clair stop! It's not her fault!" Andy whisper yells to the girl next to her

"Yea you're more dramatic than her" Bender states in a whisper

"Do you ever shut up!? Better question...do you ever say anything nice?" Andrew asks, still whispering

"Not often, no" Bender responds. I hear Y/n's breath slow down next to me.

"Shit" I whisper, not knowing if I should wake her up or not. Andy looks at me and then to Y/n and then back to the front of the room. I softly shake her, and put my head on the table. She groans and lifts her head up off the desk, looking at me. I move a few strands of hair out of her face. She smiles and tilts her head to one side is resting on her arms but shes looking in my eyes

"You can't sleep, you heard what Mr. Vernon said."

"It doesn't matter if I plan on being here every week anyway"

"No...no you can't be here every week if you want to get into that college"

Y/N POV

"But I'm tired" I say

"I know you are, but you can't sleep right now. I'll bring you to my house later, and we can cuddle and you can sleep..ok?" Brian says with a soft, beautiful, smile

"Ok..." I say with a yawn. I notice Andy smile, and chuckle a little at us. I knew he was happy that I had someone nice like Brian. I sit up, and Brian wraps and arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him.

"Get a room" Bender says with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. His feet are propped up on the desk and his arms are crossed over his chest.

"Oh my fucking god!!! Shut up! You're just jealous!" I say to him. Bender looks at me angrily and stands up to walk over to me. Andy stands up and stands in front of John so he's unable to reach me.

"Two hits, one to the jaw, and the other is when you hit the ground...just like the first time we met right?" Andrew says coolly

"OH MY GOD! CAN YOU GUYS GO ONE WEEK WITHOUT WANTING TO SLIT EACH OTHER'S THROATS!!!??" Clair yells out. Allison squeals once Clair yells. Quick and loud footsteps approach the library and Andrew and John scramble back to their seats

"What's all that yelling!!" Mr. Vernon asks, running into the room

"Nothing sir" I say, lifting my head from my arms

"Did she fall asleep?"

"Yea!!" Bender was quick to yell

"N-No! No she didn't, I was next to her the whole time" Brian says, quick to defend me. I see Andy shoot his meanest glare at John. 'Piece of shit' he mouths

"I didn't fall asleep he's lying!" I say, praying he won't give me another detention

"You're off the hook this time missy" He says before walking out.

BRIAN'S POV

After we can't hear the footsteps Andy and Bender get up and rumble around. Andrew pins John to the floor

"What is your damn problem Bender!! Why did you have to be an ass all the time!" He says. Bender is squirming to get out of Andy's grasp. Andy picks up his shoulders and slams them back into the ground. Bender just chuckles

"What!?" Andrew says pushing on Benders shoulders again

"Andy stop!" Clair yells at the boy. Y/n's head is in her arms again and her breathing is soft. I truly wondered how she could sleep through the commotion. Bender manages to land a punch on Andrew's face, causing him to fall backwards and off of Bender. Both the boys stand up, ready to keep fighting. Bender is close to me so you can kind of imagine what happens next. I spring up to hold John's arms behind his back and keep him from hurting Andrew. Andrew walks away to the back of the room and sits against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, and his legs sticking out in front of him. Allison walks over to him sitting by him, and Y/n stirs awake.

"Why are you always so damn tired" Bender asked and she looked behind her to see Allison with her head on Andy's shoulder. She smiled, and as she looked back to John her smile quickly fell and she narrowed her eyes.

"Why are you always such a god damn asshole" She questions before grabbing her bag and going to sit with Andy and Allison. I follow her.

"I'm assuming you're ok?" Y/n asks Andrew as she sits beside Allison.

"Yea, it was just one punch. But how the hell did you know what was going on" Andy asks.

"I kinda saw the start of it, then kinda fell asleep." Y/n answers and John and Clair walk over. The sit on the wall next to us, since we were sitting near the corner.

"Are you here for fun again Allison?" I ask, leaning over so I could see her, considering Y/n was right next to me on my left.

"Yea" she says with a devious smirk

Y/N POV

"What are you here for Andy" Brian asks

"Starting a fight in class" He says looking up at the ceiling.

"Bender?" Brian asks quietly

"Getting involved in a fight in class" Bender says with a smirk. I roll my eyes. I wanted to punch him so bad. He's such an ass and he acts so cool about it. But you know, Andrew's the same way.

"Clair?" Brian asks

"I cussed out a teacher" she says looking down.

"Holy shit! You cussed out a teacher!?" Andrew says with a chuckle, looking at Clair. She nods her head smiling

"Yea" She says with a breathy chuckle. We all looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Holy ccrrraaappp!!! Clair Standish the perfect, innocent girl cussed at a teacher!?" I say with a proud smile on my face

"Yea...yea I did...what are you in for?" She asks me.

"You make it sound like I'm in prison!" I say, avoiding her question

"Y/n don't avoid my question" She says saddly

"My parents were fighting all night....and I couldn't sleep and I fell asleep in class" I say looking down. Brian wraps an arm around my shoulder and kisses my head.

"It's ok babe" he whispers. Bender snort laughs at me. I see Andy shoot him a glare out of the corner of my eye. We all kinda spent the rest of our eight hours back there and talked, and most definitely cried, Allison and I fell sleep on multiple occasions. We also argued more than ever because John Bender is a ginormous asshole and I have no idea how Clair can stand him, or stand letting him be rude. Well, she did get mad at him a few times.

"Bender stop!! I literally had to wake you up in class last week and your laughing at Y/n!? You're making like the entire room mad!!"

#brian johnson #breakfast club #andrew clark #kks writings #fanfic #kisses #lovers

[shallowseeker]

You know what's crazy ( ⊙_◎) ? Literally everybody and their momma said to Dean that Cas is in love with him, But at the same time we kinda have just as much saying Cas doesn't have feelings for him. Most iconically Naomi (which honestly slay for her),Pamela kind of , and just as much blaming dean for cas's "downfall", Ishm, Uriel, Hael. Demons knowing abt it.

Would love to know abt your theories on how they know that Cas was specifically in love than deep friendship

Hello! I hope you don't mind me adding your second part to this:

Pt2 I got kind of more to say but sent too quickly, anyways! Like angels can understand emotion especially the ones more in control, angels have felt before, Lucifer and anna and other fallen angels so it's not like it's a new concept and that cas was unique in that matter but yea curious on why you think the angels knew cas was specifically in love

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This is a lovely ask, and I struggled to do it justice all week and I...just can't. So my answer will run the gamut of all the vibes. I hope you don't mind! :D

Biggest giveaway?

Cas's default is -> he's a big dick

The theorem: As Cas is to Sam (read: mean), Cas is to most everyone else.

Support: Cas was by Ishim's definition, "the angel's angel," he exemplified everything warrior-angels should be. In the words of Naomi: "swift, brutal, no hesitation."

Behavior: Sam is Cas's friend, but Cas is also kind of a dick to Sam. He gets annoyed with Sam, even pretty late in the series, especially when Dean's not around (when Dean went to AU world, Cas was abrupt with Sam, rolling his eyes and making lil digs, especially when they're interacting with Gabriel). And well, the crux of my argument is that think that's actually his default with all angels/people.

Dude was stationed with Uriel. At one time, they were the biggest assholes in the garrison, okay?

This default serves to highlight the ones he's gentle with:

The list of the people Cas "babies" is vanishingly small (Dean, Meg, Samandriel, Claire, Hannah, Charlie maybe, Jack, Mary, and eventually Rowena, only occasionally Sam). He's much meaner with his actual friends, and almost all of his close friends are a little mean.

That's my fun answer, anyway. :-D

My serious answer is, however, a little contrarian...I hope you don't mind, but I wanted a little variety today. I'm not gonna support all this with text like I usually do, but it's one of the things I'm going to focus on in my next rewatch. Maybe!

TLDR for below; I don't think a lot of people really knew. We confuse misrepresentative-innuendo and conceptualized-loyalty for “romantic” understanding at our own risk.

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I don't think everyone and their mother actually knows that Cas is in romantic love with Dean

Or at least...not in the capacity that certain phrases are emphasized in fanon.

That's not to say I don't think some characters suspect. I do.

But I think some of the soldier-angels shriek moreso over shifting loyalties and perceptions of corruption. They perceive the shifting of Cas's loyalty to the human family as corruption and abandonment.

In fact, I think Cas bedding down with his human family could be a sore spot for the angels in particular; it's like God abandoning them for humans all over again. I'm not so sure they view that abandonment as romantic...only that Dean is the root of the problem.

TLDR; I think most recognize it as devotion, but I don't think it's well-parsed, especially for the soldier-angels. I think their assumptions run the gambit, from fealty to devotion to fanatical, and I can easily, easily see them viewing Cas's allegiance to Jack with the same kind of unhinged grief.

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In the world of SPN, I think much of the romantic and sexual needling comes down to warring power dynamics and simple verbal sparring/one-upmanship

Characters will do anything to get the upper hand and feel in control in a dicey situation, and those barbs often come in the form of misrepresenting, diminishing, and disrespecting other characters' relationships, whether those are relationships with their parents, siblings, friends, comrades, or other loved ones.

In SPN, we get numerous equal-opportunity jokes about sexual attractions, incest, love, affection, weakness, etc etc etc.

TLDR; I think the one-off innuendos are often not a real commentary on the truth of any relationship but simply...disrespect.

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Some examples to consider:

Balthazar - Often held up as proof that Bal thinks Castiel is "in love with Dean," I don't think Bal's line "The one in the dirty trenchcoat who's in love with you" means much at all. I actually think Balthazar's one of the least cognizant of parsing the complexities and differences between romantic/filial/friendly/etc emotion. (He's also a gloriously morally gray dude, our first meeting with him is him taking possession of a child's soul, after all.)

I mean, sure we got Balthazar saying Cas "is in love with you (Dean)", but we also got him calling Cas Sam's boyfriend. Either my man Balthy does not parse the complexities of relationships, or he's just...simply being disrespectful and diminishing Cas's relationships to his human fam in any way he can. It's about the one-upmanship in the conversing.

I don't see a of of compelling evidence that even angels like Balthazar parse Castiel's emotions on anything more than a superficial level.

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Hael - "When Castiel first laid a hand on you, he was lost!" I tend to file this one under assumptions of fealty and mission-oriented devotion. Yes, they fear Dean has a corrupting effect. But you could argue the same about Jack. That when Cas laid a hand on Kelly's stomach, he was lost—became a terrible weapon laid at the feet of the child instead of Heaven.

So, I'm not sure that the desperate bleating of warrior-angels can be conceptualized as romantic. I think it's far more likely to be mission-oriented. They want Cas to have devotion to The Authoritarian Company/War Machine and they perceive Cas's "new" human-oriented locus of morality as Needy Little New Family.

It's the same way authoritarian governments seek to sunder "blue-collar" soldiers from their families, purposely stationing them away from their hometowns so their loyalty is divided and dehumanization of the enemy gets easier, too.

A war machine like Heaven wages an overwhelming, all-encompassing war. The British Men of Letters and Hell are big war systems, too. American hunting is a medium war, their guerilla tactics and case-by-case approach a smaller scale, still. A family is an even littler one. (Kelly Kline's name, in fact, means "little war.")

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Crowley - In season 10, we get Crowley needling Cas about burning through his grace to "save his boyfriend," but he also jokingly calls Sam "Dean's wife."

At core, it's disrespectful teasing, seeking to misrepresent, to get a reaction, to have power in the conversation. That's kind of Crowley's MO. Just because Crowley says something sexual doesn't mean we make the assumption that it's true. People that are verbally sparring, and especially men that are in a tense power dynamic, talk like this all the damn time, especially when we're mixing social classes. It can get real crass and real mean...real fast.

It doesn't mean it's meaningless in the context of being revelatory. Crowley and Rowena both desperately want to be included in any social group they can worm their way into, and quite badly, so there's often real emotion hidden within their barbs.

My point is you have to consider the source and speech patterns of that character before taking that ball and runnin' it downfield.

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Innuendo, innuendo...

Another example is Zachariah's "erotically codependent line" with regard to his brothers. This barb has the sole purpose of invoking a class stereotype to make Adam lose hope and respect for his "lower class" bros. It's literally the classist "hurp-durp-Alabammer-cousin-fuckers" trope.

I personally tend to take innuendo primarily for what it is: incessant, pathetic barking.

In general, I take the demons' words with a grain of salt. They're always coming from the weak position and always hurling as much innuendo as they can to undermine and disrespect any relationship.

Even the demon Cas sits with in season 14 who says, "How'd you lose Dean? I thought you were joined at the everything," is just a crass attempt to have power when conversing. He could just as easily have made this comment about Jack or Mary or Claire and landed the same with respect to have a tonal upper hand.

Strategically, they don't have to assume Cas is in love to recognize the weakness of caring. They can say anything ugly about any person he appears to care about.

And very generally speaking, innuendo is typically lobbed from a weak/insecure position. The saying goes:

"The louder the bark, the weaker the bite."

Take for example, my man Crowley and my homegirl Rowena--almost always coming at a situation from the weak position. Crowley lobs barbs, innuendo, and faux-affection left and right. (So do other "scrappy" characters, like Dean, Rowena, Bela, every demon, Balthazar, etc)

Generally, we see this speech pattern emerge from Hell-oriented characters, which makes perfect sense, as Hell is the bottom "rung" of society, and Hell-oriented characters and witches often have the weakest social currency. These characters've got the biggest chips on their shoulders!

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Mary vs Dean's speech patterns

Despite their similar natures, this is a big, very fascinating personality diff between Mary and Dean Winchester. Mary prefers to attack from the stoic strong position (more like Cas, Sam, etc), and she rarely mouths off. Dean is more drippingly sexual and "mouthy" because he's used to being IN the weak position. (Mary had a stabler homelife, we can suppose, at least when it comes to this.)

"You're the bottom in the relationship!" Crowley barks at Cas in season 6. Meanwhie, Cas isn't even threatened, thinking to himself quietly in TMWWBK, "I was stronger and smarter than him." Not threatened in the slightest. It bites Crowley in the ass eventually too, "You like to bend 'em over quick, don't you?" he laments at the beginning of season 7.

Likewise, Cas too gets more verbal when he's coming from the weak position with other angels. Take for example Michael in season 15, "In the worlds of a friend, you had a whole oak tree shoved up your ass." Cas rarely engages in this kind of false bravado, preferring to keep his aces up his sleeve. But with Michael, he is definitely coming from a strategical weak position with a goal in mind: goading Michael to act.

Goaders and Goad-ees

There are exceptions to the rule, like when you get sadists such as Alistair, Lucifer into the mix. I think more often than not, the goaders and the goad-ees reveal structural weak-strong dynamics.

I'd even argue that Lucifer's volatility keeps him in an emotionally vulnerable position in perpetuity. He's almost always trying to get reactions from those around him because he "needs love, he had a jakced childhood." We see this with Cas, and the effectiveness of his gray-rocking with Lucy. In season 12, getting a reaction from Cas becomes a stand-in for getting a reaction from Chuck.

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So, that's my opinion.

I think most of the screeching and barbs are mostly power dynamics in action, not proof of knowledge per se and certainly not proof of understanding the nature of how deep Cas's feelings go

Are there exceptions? Sure.

A few of them, like Anna and Samandriel and Hannah, seem aware of Castiel's "too much heart" but I'm not super convinced that they conceptualized this as being about Dean in particular so much as about being who Cas is as a person with respect to his past rebellions.

Uriel knew something was up, I think, but it's hard to tell if his needling was more disrespectful like Balthazar's or not.

Naomi knew something was different for sure. Interestingly, she seemed aware of both Dean's and Cas's feelings, which makes sense as her work is in intel.

On that note, I think it’s interesting that the ones who truly conceptualize Cas's feelings tend to also recognize Dean's. Very few truly "knowledgeable" characters see one side in a vacuum.

I'm not sure that Ishim contextualized love outside of obsession, but he was jealous and seemed particularly jealous that Dean appeared to return the feelings, "That's what I thought." implies that.

I think of all the characters, Lucifer knew. He's got one of the higest cognitive empathies in the show. He knows it so well, he doesn't even need to resort to innuendo to tease them about it. (See the simple, effective: "CAS!") Same with AU Michael. Like Naomi, they seem to know and acknowledge both sets of feelings.

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Close family and friends

Beyond the scope of this, but I think a lot of the fam n' friends knew what was up to some degree, but that didn't typically come out in the form of disrespect or teasing once they knew about it for real, especially characters like Bobby, Mary, etc. Eventually Rowena, Crowley, Ketch etc probably could tell something was up.

Now, are soldier-to-soldier relationships life-of-death kinda intense? Yes. Because of this, I think some neurodivergent characters that are more "cerebral" when it come to emotions (*cough* Sam) could be a little slow on the uptake. :-)

#asks #i tried my best #i am old man yelling at cloud #we can argue ALL day about who knew WHAT WHEN #but i think i wanted to...just talk about power dynamics in conversations and how that plays out more often than not instead here sorry! #the contrarian viewpoint was more interesting to me today #and i wanted to put it out there for flipside variety #i think how we hear the barbs and comments of these characters is viewed in context of our audience curse of knowledge #we know the love exists so we give it more weight sometimes than it might deserve #boop

[f1-giuki]

Well hello darling 👀

I saw your plea for escape from contract law, so here I come! *falls of the disk-horse like a drunk knight*

Red, White and Orange-Nassau buuuuut… make it switched!

For Want of a Nail: Charles as the prince and Max as the music genius 👀 the scene I shall leave up to you 🫶🌻

Hello darling!! Sorry if it took me a shit ton of time to answer but I’ve been away and I was overwhelmed by the amount of things I had to do sjsjsjs.

Yoongi’s third mixtape just came out, and the amygdala performance inspired me to write this thingy and the amount of lestappen content of both yesterday and this morning made me crazy eheheh, so here it is💖💖

If in Red, White & Orange-Nassau the roles were inverted Charles would be the perfect prince charming, very pretty, very media trained, without a political opinion, the middle man in everything, and Max would be a punk-rock singer, a bit of a mixture between Lewis Capaldi in sense of talent and sense of humour, and Joe Strummer. Max is against monarchies and he hates rich people who don't pay taxes, so Charles is his number one enemy. Charles doesn't have an opinion about Max, he just thinks he's a bit untidy, with his long hair and his vintage leather jacket, and sometimes he talks a lot of shit.

But back to the scene, it's the kiss scene:👀👀

[...]

As the DJ lets the beat drop Charles and Charlotte look at each other and laugh, he kisses her then, holding her waist gently and she cups his face gently with her slender fingers. They both smile in it and something starts gnawing up his stomach, something green and unpleasant. Jealousy. Max realises which feeling it is as he sees his feet carrying him away from the ballroom, wandering and getting lost in the Royal Palace of Monaco.

Charlotte starts laughing as their kiss ends. But she turns serious once she doesn't spot Max anymore in the room. She taps Charles’s shoulder. You can tell him, her glance says. Charles nods and he wiggles out of the crowd, trying to think where Max might have gone. He looks back at Charlotte in the middle of the dancefloor and she rolls her eyes and indicates the left. Charles raises a thumbs up to her and he starts walking towards Max. He knows that there is only one room that Max could have gone to that way. He reaches the top floor and hears the sound of a piano echoing in the empty hall.

Max is playing, beautifully, Clair de Lune by Debussy. The picture is idyllic, the room is dark, the giant crystal chandelier is turned off, but there is a bit of light peeking inside. There is a huge open window on a wall and the sea breeze is moving the soft white curtains. The Moon and the stars are out in the sky. A nice finishing touch if it were a painting. Charles grins and rests with a shoulder leaning on the door post, listening to Max. Maybe this is what being in the painting The Boulevard Montmartre at Night feels like. Charles doesn't say anything for the five minutes of the piece.

"Debussy, huh?" Charles asks.

Max looks at him with a gaze that Charles cannot describe differently from nostalgic. "Yeah, it helps me clear my mind," he answers quietly, blinking a few times to better see in the dark the man in front of him.

"Didn't take you for a classical piano guy, to be honest," Charles says with his nice accent. He seems both amused and endeared. Max wishes he wouldn't have to think about such things.

Max rolls his eyes and he moves a bit to the side on the piano chair, to make space for Charles. The Monegasque sits down and Max starts playing again, Charles can't take his eyes off Max's hands. Max can't stop think about their thighs touching. He clears his throat and looks at Charles. Wrong move. Max coughs a little bit more.

"Debussy is one of my favourite composers. He was an impressionist musician, he's, how can I explain this to you while I'm drunk... Oh! Think about Monet, think about Impression sunrise, the painting, the mellow and blurry and slightly numb feeling you get by looking at it. His music is that way, too. Instead of using the precision and clarity of the classical scales, Debussy preferred the ambiguity and vagary of the pentatonic and whole-tone scales, which is like, complicated shit, I don't have the mental capacity to explain it to you..." Max says, gesticulating like a madman as Charles looks at him with a dopey smile. He should stop, that's what Max is thinking about.

"May I?" Charles asks and Max nods.

The Dutchman watches as Charles puts his hands on the piano. They feel awfully at ease, in a position Max strangely recognise, relaxed and tangerine shaped. "That's C major, everything starts from it," Max says and Charles grins and starts playing a tune that is much too familiar to Max. It's Reverie by Debussy and Max's brain goes haywire. He can't understand anything anymore, Charles is there, next to him, their arms brushing as the Monegasque plays the piano so softly. Max has to focus on the notes to be sure that he isn't dreaming the whole thing.

Max keeps his mouth shut in religious silence. Everything is Charles, his hands, delicate and with a royal ring on them, travelling on the keyboard of the beautiful piano forte. Those are the hands of a pianist, a tormented one, one that Max would like to know, maybe write a song with. Hands he would like to hold and turn warm when they're cold. He doesn't understand what has changed. Confusion is still present in him mind, with a flowery warmth.

When Charles stops playing his eyes are spanking. He lowers his hand and the knuckles brush against the back of Max's hand at their sides. Max looks at Charles’s face in profile, gaze running down his features touched by a ray of moonlight. Max's cheeks feel too, it's something as intoxicating as the liquor he drank, but it's not liquor, it's more dangerous. The Palace is awfully quiet, the party seems like a distant memory, Monaco is not the centre of the world anymore. Max feels silly to admit it, but his world just ended up in that empty room with white clothes over expensive furniture.

Charles keeps looking at him, holding his gaze, softening his smile.

“I really like Debussy too, he's true to his feelings. I am usually numb to most things, but he makes me feel emotions I thought I buried deep somewhere...” he says, his accent peaking out more prominently.

Max nods and looks at their hands, they are next to each other, Charles's pinky on the C major note, Max's pinky on the B right behind it.

"He's not the only one who makes me feel things..." Charles whispers as he moves his finger imperceptibly and Max decides to do something stupid. The angles of his mouth quirk up and he caresses Charles’s finger. A spark.

“I'm going to do something very stupid, is it okay?” Max asks.

"Mhm..." Charles murmurs and he turns his head close to Max's.

Wow, those are a pair of green eyes, like the forests in Belgium.

It is all very anticlimactic. Max's heartbeat feels heavy in his eardrums, but as their lips touch everything stops. The only thing left is the ringing in his ear, but it stops too as Charles’s slender pianist hands adorn his face like a crown jewel. Max feels like the most stupid idiot on Earth. Of course Charles had to be a pianist, a romantic who loves impressionism. If their lips weren't tangling Max would beg him on his knees to play Chopin. He would gladly cry and kiss him some more. Charles moves one of his hands on the juncture of Max's neck and his brain shuts down.

The kiss is like watching the Abduction of Proserpina, with hands gripping the poetic soft flesh, conflicting feelings, standing in astonished awe. Max likes it. So he lets himself taste Charles’s lips, sweeter than honey and intoxicating as red wine. He leans into the kiss and Charles’s mouth opens, welcoming his tongue. It is something so trivial but Max swears he has never experienced such a deed or posed his hands on such a wonderful pair of hips. Charles’s thumb gently stroking his cheek, and that turns too much for Max, he can't hold himself in composure anymore, he moans in Charles’s mouth, with no intention of stopping.

But something happens in Charles’s brain, though, and Max can't feel his hands on him anymore. The Monegasque releases him. He looks Max in the eyes, green and sparkly, with a hint of gold. Max can't find an answer in that brief glimpse he catches, not in his current state. He hears Charles say a quick French curse and, differently from the kiss, Charles runs away quickly, before Max can even steady himself on the piano stool. He rests his head on the piano, a cacophony of notes play as he touches his lips with shaky fingers.

“Shit!”

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Hope you like this babes!!! Thank you for saving me from fucking contract law i hate that shit💖

#lestappen #charles leclerc fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #lestappen fanfic #red white and Orange-Nassau #a bit of lestappen content before the sprint thing #lestappen blurb

[hollymartinswrites]

Say Hi by HollyMartins

[ao3]

Summary:

In the mall food court, Lee Russell bumps into someone from his very recent past.

TW: Lee Russell comments on teen's weight because of course he would.

Notes:

So I’m on a Walton Goggins kick because of Fallout and I binged Vice Principals, not expecting for the amoral, selfish, dishonest, evil, sometimes arsonist that is Lee Russell to worm his way into my heart.

I don’t condone any of his actions but man, do I enjoy watching him do them. And I can’t believe there isn’t more fic about this show. Maybe the Ghoulggins renaissance will help.

Anyway, the Spring Break episode broke me when Janelle called him Uncle Lee and he gave her a kiss and said it was so good to see her. Was he lying? Probably. Do I like to believe he had a genuine soft spot for her because of Neal? Yes. Did I expect Lee Russell to be the catalyst out of my writing slump of nearly two years? No way in hell.

And now with new edits.

"Uncle Lee!"

Lee freezes, his good hand clenching around the styrofoam cup of diet soda. Thank God he had left his table of coworkers early and is now mercifully alone.

A hand touches his arm and he flinches but forces a smile as Janelle steps in front of him.

"I thought it was you," she says breathlessly, smiling.

"It's me, sweetheart," he replies, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like it used to. He stops himself from hugging her, however. "Look at you. Looks like you finally did lose some weight."

Janelle rolls her eyes before observing, "I haven't seen you in forever."

Lee swallows. Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she thinks he and her dad are still the best of friends and they regularly meet to bullshit and laugh and get on each other's fucking nerves.

"I've been busy," he lies. "What with the physical therapy, and now this promotion. Being a regional manager is just as hard as being a principal. I don't know who are bigger pieces of shit, high school students, customers, or corporate."

Janelle glances down at his gloved hand and he frowns.

"But do you like your job?" she asks instead.

"Course I do. I finally have a nice discount on shit I actually want to buy. You know how much I hated going to Staples."

Janelle smiles tightly and goes quiet, both very much aware that Lee has never stepped foot inside a Staples in his life. He hopes a friend of hers will pop up and whisk her away to Spencer's or Claire's or wherever the fuck teenage girls hang out in at a mall. But as the silence stretches towards awkwardness, he has no choice but to clear his throat.

"So, how's school?"

Fuck.

Janelle shrugs.

"It's okay," she admits. "The teachers aren't bad and I made some new friends. Wish Dad was still there, though."

Something in Lee's chest twists and he looks down at the sticky, outdated, and frankly ugly as shit tiles of the food court.

"Wish you were there, too."

Lee's head snaps up so fast he knows he'll have to make another visit to his acupuncturist soon. That twisty feeling in his chest tightens as he sees the wistful look on Janelle's face. He tries to offer a smile again but it feels uncomfortable on his face. Fuck. He used to be good at bullshit.

"You wouldn't want that," he insists. "Wouldn't want the other students being judgy pricks because you have an in with the principals, right?"

Janelle shrugs again. Lee has never been one for comforting but he feels a need to put his arm around her. He very nearly does until he remembers he's still holding a half-empty cup of tepid soda. And he's not about to bring his fucked up arm near her. Later, he'll wonder if this was one of those profound moments in a teenager's life where they could really use some guidance or understanding or even just some fucking acknowledgement. He has no idea because all he can bring himself to do is offer her his discount anytime she comes into his store. At this, she actually laughs.

"No offense, Uncle Lee," she says, wrinkling her nose, "but your store isn't really my style."

"Oh, and this is?" he asks, motioning at her outfit with the soda. She laughs again. Lee relaxes. This is easy. This is familiar. "What'd you do, go dumpster diving at Goodwill?"

Janelle just shakes her head and rolls her eyes again, a smirk on her face. At least she gets his sense of humor. Suddenly, a voice calls her name and Lee turns to see three teenage girls heading their way. Thank God.

"I gotta go," she says. "We gotta catch a movie."

"Alright," he says and steps out of her way, allowing her to walk past him.

"See ya," she says over her shoulder. "I'll tell Dad you said hi."

"Yeah," Lee sighs as she rushes towards her friends. "Yeah, you tell him."

#vice principals #lee russell #walton goggins #neal gamby #janelle gamby #hbo vice principals #holly martins writes

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e20 angel heart (w. robbie thompson)

knew it must be jimmy because he's got the little boy hairstyle like jerry in that episode of seinfeld

s10e20 / seinfeld s5e8 the barber

huffing angel grace (??) combined with djinn-ish hallucinations, all right

oh, so we have two amelias. good planning. sam's and claire's mom. i'm going to not try to contemplate the logistics of claire living on her own and looking this put together and with cash to burn because i doubt the writers thought about it for more than 2 seconds either. i guess she's 18 now?

CASTIEL I need help from both of you. You were both troubled teens. You speak her language.

snorted

DEAN Close enough. Come on, give me something to punch already. I'm kidding. I'm fine. I'm just...I'm fine.

everything's fine!

DEAN Look, I'm just saying, she's been surviving on her own for quite a while now, and ... and then partly because she doesn't have anybody to answer to. You know, there's... There's nobody holding her back. CASTIEL We just found her in a hospital. You telling me that she'd be better off on her own? DEAN I'm saying she might be stronger on her own.

no one to keep him her accountable and not out slaughtering randos? he's fine though.

you know. one thing i really liked about mulder and scully's dynamic was that it was largely always them against the world. having there be friction between sam and dean so often that they overcome and then surprise some new fresh hell pops up, it is emotionally tiring and tiresome because it starts to feel less like the exception than the rule. i can see how 15 seasons of 20+ episodes is often going to lead to this type of problem. i'm still gonna bitch about it

(another motel with a full sized appliance. not retro, just old fridge. i guess that's something but still wonky)

SAM Never got the chance to find out. My mom died when I was a baby. CLAIRE I'm ... I'm sorry. I didn't ... SAM Oh, no, it's okay. I-I got to know her later in life. And, yeah, I suppose we got along okay. CLAIRE What? SAM In this line of work, death isn't always good-bye.

casting back trying to remember when this sam actually interacted with mary and not her hallucination/ghost/someone wearing her face. was it a time travel thing? ugh. (5x13 i guess?)

claire has bomb ass hair that i'm making heart eyes over but the overstyling for her character is a shame. the curled ends, the half up but looped with the wrap around covering which would require pins? yeah, no. little bit reminds me of earlier teen wolf seasons where they did very beauty queen hair styling on the girls

cas with the gift bag and dean's face, i'm cracking up. EVERYTHING'S FINE, dean's face twitches in rage

DEAN (standing up from the table) All right, I'm gonna get suited up and head back over there.

CASTIEL I'm coming with you. CLAIRE I'm coming with you, too. DEAN (turning towards Sam) You wanna get in on this?

so, they're just gonna roll up to a crime scene with an 18 year old in tow? bring your daughter to work day, uh huh

CASTIEL No fighting. DEAN (scoffs) Yeah, tell her that. CASTIEL (sternly) Both of you.

yes, dad 😒 cheap laugh, i'll take it. leaving the two least (currently) sensible people together who don't get along seems like a poor choice

CASTIEL So do you think she's better off on her own? SAM Cas, she just turned 18. CASTIEL You were alone when you left for college at that age, weren't you? SAM Yeah, but that's different. CASTIEL How, Sam? SAM Here's all I know ... going it alone, that's no way to live. You being there for her, even if she thinks she doesn't want you to be there for her, that's good for both of you. CASTIEL Maybe, in the end. SAM In the end.

so is our sam admitting it wasn't good for him to leave for college alone? that kind of shakes up my idea of his characterization. maybe if it's just he wished he had kept contact with dean (begrudgingly adding) and john while at college? but still having his go at a normal life?

i mean, cute little claire and dean bickering-bonding with minigolf, even if i think it's not remotely believable :P dean's feeling less stabby, i guess. and an angel sword, okay. sure, why not

so even worser angel man was what, huffing bits of her soul? yes, apparently

ah yes, tearful reunion with mom, apologies all around, claire appreciates what dean and sam do for people, and mom's dead.

so i guess amelia and jimmy are soulmates too then? if they actually share a heaven? the whole conceit that everyone but soulmates has heaven alone is such a weird one. but do they get like, facsimiles of the people they love if they don't get to share heaven with them? like dean's memory-mom. or are all these people really just chill never talking to another soul ever. weird choices. i mean, it gave us canonical soulmates sam and dean which was a *wild* choice, but

ha ha. so yes, adopted by jody too

CLAIRE Will you keep an eye on him? (Dean and Claire look over at Castiel who is talking with Sam) He's been through enough.

????? what. why would she say this? someone needs to keep an eye on him because he consistently makes the worst choices when left to his own devices -_-

golden hour lighting and nice choice of music at the end at least. blue eyes crying in the rain by willie nelson. eke out some feelings i wouldn't have had otherwise

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x20 #robbie thompson

[prosopopeya]

Dean watches heartstopper fic?? 👀 pls tell me more

YES!!! so the basic premise is: it's post canon, cas and jack are human and living in the bunker with dean and sam. dean starts watching heartstopper with jack and cas on jack's insistence, and gradually it starts to make things click for dean in his mind about his own sexuality and his feelings for cas. the fic is set up in sections that kind of mirror in some capacity the different episodes; chapter one is "meet," chapter two is "crush," etc. the angst surrounding him and cas getting together is kind of minimal and is a lot more about dean coming to terms with his bisexuality

as a fun side bonus sam spends nearly the entire fic completely and utterly oblivious while simultaneously accidentally microaggressing against dean and cas

here is a snippet!!!

On impulse, Dean reaches out for the computer and sets it between them. The screen doesn't quite lay right though, so he adjusts his knee, and Cas starts moving too, his leg coming closer, until together they've formed a mostly even surface for the laptop. Cas's legs are under the covers, and Dean's are on top, but he can still feel the warmth of his leg through the blankets. 

Dean hits the spacebar and the show starts playing again. 

They don't speak, or move, in a mostly very normal way until the bit with Charlie asleep on the couch, and Nick hovering his hand over his, sparks flying. Then suddenly they are Not Moving in a very fidgety way, and Dean's aware of every point of contact between them. The press of Cas's leg against his knee. The brush of skin where their elbows just touch. The warmth between them.

When the credits roll, when the next episode autoplays, Dean says, "Shouldn't we wait for Jack?" 

"That's okay," Cas says, quickly. "He'll understand." 

More silence, more stillness. In the show, there's a party, and Nick finds out an old friend is a lesbian, and Dean thinks so hard about Charlie that he almost feels her absence like a missing limb. 

"It's good," Dean says, breaking their silence finally, "that these kinds of shows are just out there. You know? Just sweet and wholesome and shit. Good for Jack and--Claire and Kaia, you know, to see this kind of stuff." 

"Yes, it is," Cas agrees softly. Dean feels his eyes on him. 

"I didn't see a lot of this stuff," Dean gestures at the screen, at the two girls kissing in the middle of the party, at Nick watching, seeing, "when I was growing up. I mean, stuff like this existed, but I--" He closes his mouth, glances at Cas out of the corner of his eye, pulls his arms in closer to himself. For some reason, he remembers being in a confessional a few years ago, saying something like what he's about to say. "But it feels different now, watching this. I don't know what it would've been like if I'd seen this when I was Jack's age--well, a teenager, I guess." 

Dean's heart is starting to race, he thinks, or just getting louder, thudding harder. His face feels hot. Cas's fingers brush his arm. This moment--the room, the laptop, everything outside of the two of them and this bed--starts to feel like it's swirling around him, like walking down one of those wacky tunnels at a carnival. 

"What do you mean?" 

Dean glances over, quick, because Cas's face is too much to take in now, glowing in the light of the computer screen. He shrugs, adjusts his leg, drawing it away from Cas and making it so he has to adjust the laptop again. Cas, reflexively, reaches out to help, their fingers touching. Dean pulls his arms back in, gripping his own elbows.

"I didn't understand, for a long time, about love." Cas's words are slow, hesitant. Careful. "I thought I did, maybe, though truthfully I didn't think much about it at all. I don't think I completely appreciated the breadth of the experience until I became human myself." 

His mind offers up the memory of Cas in his little vest, his face when Dean approached the register, when they were saying goodbye. Dean curls his fingers tighter against his skin.

"Before, I might've felt--" Cas cuts himself off. "But it wasn't until I was human that I realized what it really was." 

On the screen, the music's swelling, and the boys are kissing, their first kiss, and something inside Dean wants.

Dean turns to him, abrupt. "Cas, you said that-- You said you wanted something you couldn't have." Cas inhales, a little sharply. But Dean has to ask; he has to know. "But if--if what you wanted was to just--" How can he even say it, put it into words? What is he even trying to describe? "If you wanted it to be me and you, then you've got that. I can't picture a future for me without you in it." When the words come to him, they almost startle him. "I can't picture a future for me with anyone else, either. Not--not like that." 

Once he's said it out loud, Dean can almost hear the answer already, but if he'd been ready to want that, to have that, just as it was, then maybe Cas is the same? Maybe this is all some misunderstanding; maybe Cas wants what Dean's wanted all along, and they really can just go back to being normal.

"Dean--" Cas's eyes are widening, his hand on Dean's arm again, but Dean isn't really seeing him at all as he stops the death grip on his elbows and reaches--just reaches.

"But was there-- Is there something else that you want?" 

It's stupid that he can't even articulate it. What is he, some kid? Hell, those kids did a better job of asking for what they wanted. 

Cas's face kind of crumples, his shoulders slumping. "That's not important, Dean." 

But it is that important. He has to make Cas understand. 

"I love you--" There's a thrill that runs through him, electricity up his spine, when he decides that he's not going to tack on any qualifier to that--no brother, no family--but Cas cuts in before he could've, even if he wanted to.

"I know--"

"--and I thought I knew what that meant, but now I--" Dean stops, searching Cas's face, but it's hard to read in the darkness. "I don't know."

When Cas speaks, he sounds breathless. "What are you saying, Dean?" 

and for a fun bonus, here is accidentally homophobic Sam:

Cas clears his throat. "No, I--" He flicks his eyes to Dean before he seems to make a decision and firmly turns his focus to Sam. "I think I've isolated the problem." 

"Oh yeah?" Sam says, like from the far end of a tunnel, at least to Dean's ears.

"Yes. I didn't have any issue at all last night falling asleep while Dean was still in the room. I think--being alone--it's too much like the Empty. It's difficult to relax, and then I carry that anxiety into my dreams." 

Sam had shot Dean a delighted, mocking, little brother sort of smile when Cas mentioned falling asleep, but now he chews his toast thoughtfully. "That makes sense. Maybe we could set you and Jack up to share a room." 

"No," Cas cuts in swiftly, maybe too swiftly because that draws Sam's attention again. Cas doesn't look at Dean, but Dean thinks he sees him react to Dean's warning face as he straightens his spine, just a little. "No, I wouldn't want to trouble him. He doesn't need to worry about me. Dean said he didn't mind helping." 

Dean schools his expression in time for Sam to grin over at him. Cas shovels eggs into his mouth. 

"Did he?" 

Dean feels himself shrugging back into the gruff act like he used to shrug into his dad's jacket. "It's not a big deal. We used to share a room all the time." 

"Uh-huh," Sam says, still grinning. "Should we set Cas's room up for your doctor-mandated sleepovers?" 

"Don't be jealous," Dean fires back. "We'll still braid your hair whenever you want." 

#ahhh i really need to get back into it #i did in fact make myself cry rereading for a snippet #thank you for asking!!!!

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

Don’t answer this if you think it’ll stir the pot as I see you getting some crazy oddballs in you box. What’s your take on the Criston hookup. It feels like it’s alluding to it being a little dubcon. Maybe that’s just me being over sensitive but I kinda feel anything but an enthusiastic yes, is a no. (I HATED the Viserys/Alicent and the DxR scene!!!!) they were also dubious to me in each their own way. Maybe it’s the theme of the episode?

Hey, Anon. Sorry for the delay on my reply to this one.

Thank you so much! I appreciate you taking that into consideration but I think we should be okay. 🤞 Either way, I don't mind. I just delete/block the rude ones, and answer all the rest when I can. =)

That's a great question!! Honestly, I don't know, I think I have to say that I'm currently looking at it like this (I'm throwing in Jonerys for comparison's sake): the Daemrya scene made me very uncomfortable and very worried for Rhaenyra, the Jonerys boat sex scene didn't make me uncomfortable but cringe a bit if that makes sense and of course roll my eyes at least twice, the Jonerys bedroom/fireplace scenes made me uncomfortable and worried for Jon, the Viserys/Alicent scene made me incredibly sad for her and made me feel nauseous, and the Criston/Rhaenyra scene while it didn't make me uncomfortable it definitely had me cringing a little but not as much as the Jonerys boat sex scene. I'm going to break down why quickly.

To me Daemrya was very much a grooming scene and manipulation scene rolled into one. Rhaenyra might have been enjoying what was happening but there's an obvious power dynamic here and Daemon had no problem abusing it. Even in the "Inside the Episode", they said Daemon stopped and walked away not because he felt bad or had a quick attack of conscience, but because she was enjoying it. Which indicates to me that he didn't want her to be, which for me just adds even more worry for Rhaenrya and heaps on the disgust and horror factors. (It also makes me think back to that whole scene of Daemon and Myseria in the first episode, I'm not saying it's the exact same reason why he couldn't continue with her but there's definitely something there)

The Jonerys boat sex scene for me was one of pure manipulation and of Dany being "served".

The Jonerys bedroom/fireplace scenes (I know they don't really count because they're not technically sex scenes but there was a hint there that Dany wanted them to go that way so I'm including them) were also manipulation and of Jon being in a subservient role, not to mention the whole asserting of the power dynamic between them.

The Viserys/Alicent scene is definitely not one of Alicent's choosing and they make that very clear in Emily's performance and the whole sequence. She's doing her duty but it's definitely against her will.

And then we have the whole Rhaenyra/Criston scene, which to me, seemed to be the least worrying of them all (until this newest episode and we see the impacts it has on Criston), though it was still dub-con. I saw it as more con because we do see him making the choice to move closer to the bed, to kiss her back, lets her undress him, he's on top first, especially when compared to the Jonerys bedroom/fireplace scenes, but like someone pointed out to me on here, there is still a power dynamic at play and she still does prevent him from leaving albeit playfully.

So all in all, Anon, I think you're right. I think the theme of the whole episode was dub-con which is why I think the director Claire tread very carefully. I think they were showing yet again what a woman has to endure in this world at this time and how very little choice they have in the matter, but they also showed Rhaenyra's inexperience almost leading to her downfall, which to me really solidifies what Rhaenys told her a few episodes ago. Being in her position, she doesn't really get a choice, which I think is why her choosing Criston was so powerful, but looking at all angles, it really does come back to dub-con and power dynamics. So I think you're right on the money there, Anon.

And I don't think you're being oversensitive at all. Consent always matters! So I'm right there with you. Especially when there's power dynamics at play, especially in these particular situations right down to the scene with Alicent and Viserys.

I hope I was able to answer your question, Anon. Thank you for the ask! Hope you have a great rest of your weekend!!! <3

#ask #ask answered #hotd #house of the dragon

[vida-is-near]

The Crash

The crash was inevitable, bound to happen in the middle of the storm, on the middle of the highway. Claire had stopped panicking a few seconds ago, her brain accepting the fact that her death was nearing, accepting that she was going out, dying, albeit young, but that was an afterthought. Claire had not been planning for her life to end today, and probably to the outside world it looks terrible for her; a 50 yr old woman coming home from a community meeting, a wife expecting for her to be home soon, and maybe now that she thinks about it it actually is terrible, that she doesn't want her life to end here, but she pushes it down, there is no avoiding it now. Her car smashed up in the middle of the road, the doors were broken to open, and it's not like she could get out the backdoors anyway, her legs let her down 5 years ago. The truck was hurtling closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger before Claire’s eyes, And then it hit. Slamming into Claire, forcing her and her car forwards at impossible speeds,making it roll and slide against the harsh concrete of the road. Claire’s body was irrelevant now, folded and crushed. Her mind was starting to slip away and fade into death.

The call came in the early evening, it had been a pretty slow day especially considering it had been storming for a fair amount of time, so the luck was bound to slip away at some point. But Sarah never expected it when it did happen, it didn't lessen the blow of getting a call about a highway crash. The sick feeling in Sarah’s gut didn't matter though, she’d learned to ignore it. Driving out of the station was surreal, it always feels the same, otherworldly stress detaching you from your body, the habit of it taking over. Arriving at the crash brings you back though, seeing such a horrific tragedy, knowing that you're the first person to arrive on the scene, knowing that your first step to securing if someone survives. Rushing towards the scene takes Sarah away again, putting her on autopilot while her head went through the outcomes of the night.

Cameron was scrolling through the news before work, it was an unconscious habit at this point. Nothing important was ever there, just someone's pet going missing or a local shop being shut down. It was never this bad, no one ever died, No one this young anyway. But it happened. A car crash just last night, on the same highway their bus was on at that moment, A 50 yr old woman died. The wreck was still there, traffic being diverted around it, only the body of the woman was removed, the storm got too dangerous. Cameron thought about the conversations the people at work will have, Kerry talking to Sam about how terrible it was, how much the women's family must be suffering. Cameron supposes that that's how it works when tragic things happen, people will talk about it, make it seem like the worst thing in the world, then forget about it, let it fade away. But they know they will to, because it doesn't affect Cameron for more than 3 days.

Nadine is the traffic reporter for the local radio station, there is never much to report on, but sometimes there is a vaguely important disruption in the area. Really her segment is a time filler, making sure the next show gets more time to set up. But today she's reporting on a crash, something rare for the area, especially one so big. She’s going to say that because the crash site is on the highway, it's going to be blocked for about 4 hours and that there are some recommended detours around it. Nadine thinks that talking about the crash in such a way makes it seem so impersonal, like it's nothing but an inconvenience, but that is what it is to some people, it's just another disruption in their day.

Henry was on his way to school, his mum put on her favourite morning radio station, just like every other day. The banter faded out into white noise, just like every other day. But when the news section hit, his mum turned the radio down. She asked him if he had heard about the crash that happened the other night. He said yes, a couple of the teachers at school were talking about it while I was working. His mum nodded and turned the radio back on, leaving Henry to zone out to the casual radio banter.

#writer #writing #short story #forgot i wrote this ngl #I was literally going insane last yr

[wypapichulo]

𝟕 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

pairing ; lee donghyuck x reader genre ; fluff, very very slight angst / high school au word count ; 5010 words warnings ; some explicit language? the use of the word 'shit' a few times? playlist ; dive into you – nct dream | walk you home – nct dream | best friend – rex orange county | anti-romantic – txt | can't take my eyes off you – frankie valli | backyard boy – claire rosinkranz author's note ; i hope the ending doesn't sound too rushed,, aah i just lost the vibe and wanted to get it done ;,, i hope it's alright🚶 dt ; @matchaeee <3

Making someone you don't know fall for you would have been easier. Making your best friend fall in love with you? A little bit more of a hassle But not unless they've been in love with you from the start.

“I can make her fall in love with me in 7 days”

Haechan had said this whilst he was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the small convenience store beside an exasperated looking Jeno. “Hyuck, I’m pretty sure you can’t.”, “No I’m confident!” He continued, sipping his carbonated drink and cutting Jeno off as he spoke, “Look– I know her inside and out, I’m sure I know just the right tricks to make her fall for me!”

Jeno sighed slightly, knowing it was no use to force Haechan to listen to him. “You shouldn’t play with feelings like this…” He started, taking a sip of his own soda, “Can’t you just tell her you like her like a normal person–“, “you’re seriously no fun.” Jeno deadpanned at the statement, hand ready to reach for the brunets to pull his fingers back, “I just wanna see if she really likes me back for real!” he said, hands fidgeting with the rim of the soda can, “I don’t know, what if she doesn’t like me and rejects me when I ask her!”

“So the only logical way to fix that is by ‘making her fall in love with you in seven days’?!” Jeno exclaimed, nearly in tears at his own friend’s stupidity. Haechan grinned, “well if she doesn’t like me yet, she’ll definitely like me by the end of this.”

“I’m going to forget about him in the next 7 days.”

Renjun looked up in surprise at the girl’s statement, never having thought of the day she’d finally say it.

“You won’t.” He stated simply, continuing to sketch the tree outside the window of her room. She whined slightly, turning her attention to the boy in her room, “and what makes you say that?”

“You said that two years ago.”, “I was younger then!”, “Sure you were.”

She groaned, falling back on her bed with a thud, “I need to try… this one-sided shit is getting to me…”

Turning to look at the heap of sadness on the bed, Renjun sighed quietly. “I definitely won’t question you if you tell me you’re still in love with him by the end of it.”

“I’m only trying right?”

DAY 1

“How you doin’ gorgeous~”

To say she was shocked was an understatement. What?

“What do you want Hyuck.” She asked with a deadpan, staring down at the blank page of her notebook. Her plan was to study but it seemed as if the man duped as her best friend had other ideas. “I don’t want anything! Can’t I say nice things about you?” He said, taking the seat across from her.

The library was quiet, save for the few students chattering mutedly by the computers. The whole day Haechan had been fine– normal, so to speak… He sat next to her as usual during lunch–as they barely shared any classes this school year–and joked around for a bit, he stole the milk that she had painstakingly waited behind a line of first years to buy, giving her a presumably empty promise that he’d buy her another one… but then he came in the library and said that?

“You’ve never called me that before,” she scoffed, “and if you have, I’d remember.”

Of course she would. Somehow every compliment he had given her always stuck in her mind, even the few ingenuine ones that came out as jokes. The time he called her quick witted when she replied to one of his jokes, the time he said she was pretty good at math’s when she had explained to him how to find an axis… And of course there was the time he had exclaimed how she was prettier than the girl she had been talking shit about… not one of her best feats but... it was something.

So to have him call her gorgeous, even if it was just as a passing nickname… it was something that made her cheeks burn when she remembered his exact wording of the sentence.

“Well that doesn’t matter does it?” he said, leaning over the table to read through the same passage as she had been going through for the last hour, trying to fit anything and everything in her head. “Are you having trouble with anything?”

“Nothing you can help me with.” She scoffed, turning a page. “Aw, come on, don’t say that!” he laughed aloud, earning him an abundance of shushes from the few students scattered around the area. “I’m sure I, with my great expertise, can help you in some way with–“ he looked down at the chapter’s name, “intercontinental… exchange… what the hell is this–“

She laughed lightly at his confusion, “It’s economics,” she smiled, making his heart race with anticipation for some unknown reason, “you won’t get it.”

“Well maybe if you taught me, I’d understand.” He chuckled softly, sitting properly once more and sighing as he stared at the soft curve of her lips. She blushed lightly, realizing the direction of his eyes and looking back down to her book.

Barely the first day and she was already smitten once more with him… she wondered if she’d ever manage to escape from the trap that was Lee Donghyuck.

DAY 2

Closing her locker up, she nearly went into cardiac arrest as she saw none other than Haechan leaning on the locker right beside hers.

“Donghyuck! You almost gave me a heart attack!” she exclaimed, heart pounding at a thousand beats per second… or not– maybe she was just exaggerating…

He smirked, an image that had always and forever will be engraved into the crevices of her mind. “I hope that’s a good thing?”

She merely rolled her eyes at him, shoving her textbook into her backpack. “no.” she stated with a deadpan, turning to walk away. “Wait uppp!” he whined, following along behind the exasperated girl. If Jeno was tired of him, then she was something else entirely. How she managed to keep up with the outgoing boy was a mystery even to herself.

“Are you busy this weekend?” he asked as he caught up with her and took long steps to follow along with her short quick paces, “I was thinking maybe we could go to that new café that just opened– you know, the library one?”

She kept on walking, but her pace slowed significantly. A small tell to her interest in the subject. He smiled.

“You don’t even like reading much.” She said with a chuckle, “why’d you wanna go there?” She asked softly glancing up at him. “Well… you like reading… so–“ he shrugged slightly “–I thought you’d enjoy it…”

See this was the thing about him. Whenever she had made a commitment to stop thinking about him–leave her feelings for him in the dust–he’d always come back strong, making her feel as if he never wanted her to stop liking him. But what could she do? It seemed as if he never had the slightest interest in being anything other than friends.

She smiled softly, sighing as she opened her mouth to give out a small, “alright.” As her answer to his invitation.

“Great! It’s a date!”

The four words stopped her in her tracks between the horde of students walking to and from to get to their classes.

He only grinned, turning to face her as he walked backwards. “I’ll see you after class!”

She was frozen in place it seemed. Blinking as she watched the retreating back of the boy who had… just asked her out?

Again, confusion had begun to settle in. Was this ‘date’ meant to be a romantic date? Or just– one where they hung out as friends and had coffee?

In her confusion, she had forgotten to ask him about the exact day of which their little ‘date’ was supposed to be on… but she was sure he’d text her everything she needed to know about it, right down to the dress code.

Retracing her thoughts, maybe she was wrong… this might have been the first time he’d ever shown any interest in being anything more than friends… And to be quite honest, it may or may not have scared her…

What would she do if it turned out he really had feelings for her…? DAY 3

“I thought you said you were going to stop liking him.”

She had found Renjun in the art room as per usual, painting away at whatever his heart had decided to explore. The golden particles drifted in from the late afternoon sun as she had just finished up her own after school activity. “I want to… But he’s making it so hard!” she exclaimed, sitting on a table to the side at the back of the room.

Renjun was somehow her only sane friend, and even so, he preferred to stay out of her messy love life with the undeniably annoying Haechan. Not to mention that he couldn’t even talk to Haechan without bursting a nerve. “I don’t understand how you don’t see how annoying the boy is.” He said nonchalantly as he continued to mix and match an array of greens to the trees he had started on. “Just thinking of that should be enough to stir you away from him.”

Sighing in aggravation to her situation, she sticked out her tongue at the back of his head. “I saw that.” He stated, barely even looking up from his canvas. “’course you did…” she grumbled lowly, pouting and looking out of the window.

“That’s just the thing…” she started, her tone soft and her eyes unfocused, “he’s not… annoying…”

Renjun scoffed aloud, nearly keeling over in laughter. “Are you sure about that?” He said in between his dying giggles, turning to finally look at the girl who was now looking at him with an unamused look. “Shut up– you know what I mean!” she cried out in annoyance. He made a face, turning back to his painting and continuing to work on the piece. “Really, when you get to know him– he’s more than that!” she tilted her head back to rest on the cool wall of the classroom.

“Today he actually got me the milk I wanted…” she muttered softly, “It’s not much of course… but…”

“You said the other day that you had to wait a long time to get the milk cause of those underclassmen, so– y’know– I got it for you.”

“But it’s enough for you to stay deeply in love with him isn’t it.” Renjun sighed, knowing that she would start yelling as soon as the thought sunk in her head.

To his surprise, she didn’t. She simply sat in thought in the back of the class, watching as Renjun shrugged and continued with his painting. She mulled it over, what he said, and came to the personal conclusion that he in fact was right. It was no use in fighting the feeling. She really did care for him… a little afraid to say love– but she cared for him immensely nonetheless.

She got off the table and walked towards where Renjun sat with his canvas and patted his shoulder lightly.

“Thanks Renjunnie.”

“I told you not to call me that… makes me sound like a child...” He murmured, rolling his eyes before continuing, “what are you even thanking me for anyways? I didn’t do anything. The feelings were there the whole time.”

Her lips turned up slightly, and she hummed softly before walking towards the door.

“You did more than you think.” She said, turning to look at him once more as she opened the door. He merely looked at her in puzzlement, not understanding just how he had helped her in her quest of love. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow!”

“Yeah… see you…” he muttered quietly, his eyebrows still furrowed in confusion, before shaking his head as the door fell shut.

“Why are all my friends so weird…”

DAY 4

The living room of her house was spacious.

Very much so that she wondered why it felt as if she couldn’t even get a distance away from the clingy boy.

Haechan had come over to help her with some of her class work she was struggling with, and truly, she couldn’t thank him enough for the help… but why did he have to sit so close to her?

He had been reading a passage out to her from the book, shoulders brushing ever so slightly against one another, causing her cheeks to flare with heat. Every single move he made seemed to make her tense up all the more.

She was never like this! Each time they had studied together, even as much as she liked him, it never caused her to blush or fidget as much as she was doing now.

Maybe it was the effect of realizing that he might like her after all… The last three days were such an improvement in that area of their relationship that it made her wonder if he actually had liked her all along and just decided to showcase it all now.

“And that’s why the tectonic pressure in this area is much larger than here.” He explained– arm stretching slightly over her to point at an image on the book. For some unknown reason, she had held her breath ever so slightly as to maybe become stone in the next few seconds. He turned to look at her– their faces not too far from one another, and it was like time had stopped right in that moment, just to make her realize how much trouble she was in by falling for this forsaken boy. She could feel her face redden to the deep color of the roses on the front porch of her house, and suddenly, all she wanted to do was melt into a puddle right there and then.

Oddly enough, he seemed to be reactionless. It was as if the proximity of their faces had absolutely no effect on his own heart, bringing up the question in her mind once more whether he actually held any feelings for her other than the simple platonic ones.

“You weren’t paying attention were you?”

Her eyebrows raised to her hairline, quite literally, at the accusing statement he had thrown upon her. “I– Hey! I was listening!”

Suddenly every single feeling of embarrassment left her body as she pushed him playfully, as a means to get away from him as well. He yelped aloud, his back hitting the couch. “You weren’t!” he called out, a smile beginning to grow on the edges of his lips, “I can tell when you’re listening and when you’re not! And here, you were clearly not!”

She laughed loudly, throwing her head back as she did so. It had been ages since she had laughed so freely, and Haechan soaked up every single moment of it. His smile softened as he watched she tips of her eyes crinkle up and turn into crescents– the sound of her laughter as melodious as his own favorite song. In the moment, he wished so dearly he could just reach over and kiss her face all over, his heard filling up with affection he wished to shower her with.

Her laughter died down and she simply turned to look at him with a look in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “I really haven’t laughed that much in a while…” she said softly, watching as he nodded in listening. “I can tell.”

She giggled lightly once more. “Should we go back to studying?” she asked, a teasing smile gracing her features, to which he merely scoffed and laughed at.

“Only if you’ll listen properly this time.”

Another 3 days to go. If he was able to successfully make her fall for him, he’d be able to do all he wanted and more. DAY 5

So maybe accepting a walk home from the person you’re trying to forget about isn’t the best strategy to go with… but– in defense, Haechan had been more the one to tag along home, rather than ask her if she wanted anyone to walk her.

She had gotten used to it… but with the antics of the past week and the upcoming date on the Sunday (Yes he had given her all the information the night before. Yes he sent her every available picture there was of the place. Yes he was very excited and honestly, so was she.), who wouldn’t?

As Saturday was a day where she and the rest of the ’00 liners’–as they all preferred to call themselves (though their whole school year was the ’00 line’ so honestly that nickname was rather stupid)–usually had a game night at either Jeno or Jaemin’s house, both she and Haechan had settled on going to the cute little library-esque café on the Sunday.

The whole way home, Haechan couldn’t help but stare softly as she recounted the events of the day. Again, being in different classes had its perks, as there was always something new to tell each other about.

Every step he took felt heavier. He knew they both were getting closer to her house– every time he saw a bench on the side of the street his instinct would tell him to sit down with her and just talk for longer, wanting to keep all her minutes for himself selfishly.

“So that’s why she was kicked out of the class today– I honestly can’t believe she had the nerve to pull that off!” laughing slightly, she turned to face Haechan, “I’m sure you’d do some stupid shit like that too.”

Haechan snapped out of his short daze if not to cry out words of denial, causing her to laugh even louder at his insistence that he would not blend and eat drink his homework just to get extra time on a project.

“After all, I’m not stupid– I don’t need extra project time since I’m just that smart!” He huffed, glancing to the girl beside him to see if he had gauged a reaction out of her. To his delight, she laughed once more, letting him relish in her melodic laughter. “you’re really full of yourself you know?”

This erupted another fit of laughter and denial to spurt from the two, pitter patting home for the day. “I’m not full of myself! I’m just confident!”, “same difference, Hyuck.” She said between breaths as her laughter finally died down.

He merely huffed and pouted­– turning to the side and glancing at her a few times to gain her remorse for her mean words ; it clearly didn’t work as all she did was giggle softly and shook her head.

The brush of the back of their hands made his heart pound faster. He glanced down to look and there it was, the soft hand he wanted to hold in his so much. He looked back up in a panic– noticing that they were getting closer to her house.

Unknown to him, her heart was just as heavy at the thought of having to part with him for the day. Though she knew tomorrow would be another day that would definitely be spent with him, it made her sorrowful to think of the fact that they’d have to be apart for the night. Cheesy as it may seem.

As they stood in front of the pathway up to her front door, he debated internally on whether or not he should do what he wanted to do or not, his head spinning at the thought of her maybe thinking he was an idiot for what he was about to do. She smiled up at him, a silent goodbye being exchanged between them, before turning around to walk up the pavement to her house.

“(Y/N)!”

Her feet stopped, and in turn, so did her heart. In a good way, of course, but it stopped nonetheless. She stayed silent for a moment before turning to face the brunet once more. “Yeah?” she asked quietly, a soft smile present on her features.

His mouth dried up. He had nothing to say– stupid! Why did he stop her like that then?

“I– Uh…” he faltered in his words; eyes still stuck on her face. Lips, to be specific.

She tilted her head slightly in question, wondering what was going through that enigma of a mind everyone called Haechan. “Hyuck?”

He smiled and shook his head, opting to grin at her like the idiot in love he was. “Until we meet again tomorrow~” he said in a mock posh accent which made her giggle lightly behind her hand. She merely shook her head and turned once more, walking up to her front door and opening it slowly, turning to give him one last smile before she closed the door.

There he stood like a lovestruck fool in the middle of her driveway as he watched her back turn as she finally walked into the house.

“I wish I had the courage to give you that hug…” DAY 6

Jeno’s house was the choice of the week, Haechan and Jaemin having pestered him into agreement over where they’d all be bundling into for the afternoon.

“I really don’t see why it should have to be my house!” Jeno whined as he stepped into the living room with snacks in hand, “It was already my house last week! It should be nana’s this week…” he trailed off, grumbling as he stepped over the legs of a serious Haechan and sat between the sole girl in their group and Jaemin on the floor. Jaemin laughed aloud, “you have the comfiest sofa!” he hollered out, earning him a kick from Renjun, who’s legs he was sitting in between.

“You’re not even sitting on the sofa,” Renjun retaliated for Jeno, cutting him some slack, “you’re leaning on my legs.”

“Well they sure are comfy if that’s what you’re implying.” Jaemin said, pressing at the buttons erratically as he flurried to beat Haechan at what seemed to be a simple game of mario kart. Hey, anything to beat Haechan right?

“DAMN!” Haechan yelled, causing the girl seated beside him to jump slightly in her seat. Jaemin only laughed, leaning his head up to look at an unimpressed Renjun.

“Hyuck give me the controller, I’m gonna beat Jaemin.” Renjun said with some form of courage to beat the one and only Nana. “Sure you are,” he said, standing up and handing the controller over to Renjun. “Anymore soda anyone?” he asked, stepping to the side to head over to the kitchen. “I’ll have a soda!”, “alrighty! One soda coming right up!” Haechan called out, turning right out to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna run out of sodas at the rate you’re drinking them…” Jeno murmured to her softly, a giggle erupting out of her lips, “fine then– I’ll have a cup of tea instead, ‘s that better?” she asked softly, smiling at the black-haired boy beside her. Jeno smiled back, his eyes disappearing behind his perfect crescents, “I’ll go get you some then.” He said, standing up from his seat to get her some tea.

Walking into the kitchen, he tutted lightly as he found Haechan going through his fridge. “And what if my mom was the one who had walked in?” Jeno stated with a deadpan, rolling his eyes at the idiotic grin his friend gave him. “First off– she’s not home. Second off– your mom loves me!” Haechan exclaimed, closing the fridge behind him after finding nothing of his interest. He picked up the sodas on the counter– before Jeno stopped him. “She changed her mind on the sodas, said she’d have tea instead.” He explained, moving to the cabinets to take out some tea to brew for her, to which Haechan simply hummed in understanding before cracking one of the soda cans open and sipping it.

“So…” Jeno started, turning to face him as he leaned on the counter behind him, “how’s the love quest?” He queried, wondering about his best friends own pursuit of love. “Is she ‘in love’ with you yet?”

Haechan shrugged slightly, “I sure hope she is… if not then I’m not sure what I’m gonna do tomorrow…”

“Why… What’s tomorrow?” Jeno questioned again, tilting his head in confusion. In Haechan’s mind… he looked rather like a lost puppy…

“Date.” The only word that came out of Haechan’s mouth as he stared with a smirk on his face to the boy standing opposite him.

Jeno’s eyes widened significantly, “Date? You mean you asked her out successfully?”

Haechan grinned, “Of course I did!”, he boasted smugly, “only a fool wouldn’t be able to make her fall in love! Especially with the shitty dudes she’s liked before.”

Jeno looked up in glee, “then– after that– my days of hell are over! I won’t have to listen to your lamenting again!” He whined when Jeno exclaimed that, shaking his head, “I wasn’t lamenting, you were the one who complained about my topic of conversation–“ he paused, rolling his eyes at the grinning puppy-like boy.

“Alright fine maybe I was,” he agreed begrudgingly, “But hey! I managed to make her fall in love with me AND score a date in 7 days! My lamenting wasn’t for nothing after all!”

Their shared laughter was cut short by the sound of the slamming of the front door and the cries of both Renjun and Jaemin. Haechan looked up worriedly at Jeno, who in turn gestured him to the kitchen exit.

“what’s wrong?” Haechan asked once he reached by the front door beside the other two boys. “You!” Renjun seethed, turning to glare at the brunet, “She was already trying to forget about you and now you play with her feelings like this!”

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Haechan scoffed, “I never played her like shit! I was always honest!”, “Then tell me what this stupid 7 day bet is all about!” Renjun yelled in his face, angry for his best friend who had muffled out in tears the short reason she was leaving so early.

“Bet?” he questioned, truly confused as to the entirety of the situation, “what fucking bet?”

Renjun rolled his eyes, “Don’t play stupid Donghyuck. You were talking to Jeno about some 7 day bet to get her to like you or something–”, “wait, this is all wrong!” Jeno exclaimed, “We never made a bet! Hyuck wanted to confess to her at the end of the week, and that’s why the whole week he had been making proper advances to her…”

The room stilled as the clarity of the situation which was misunderstood settled into their heads.

“I need to talk to (Y/N).” DAY 7

Checking her phone, she grumbled slightly, rereading the message that Haechan had sent to her the evening prior, or rather, spammed her endlessly.

hyuck ♡ : please come tomorrow.

hyuck ♡ : i really really have to talk to you about this :((

hyuck ♡ : please please please

hyuck ♡ : I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come :(((

hyuck ♡ : please? At least consider it?

Sighing quietly as she scrolled through the abundance of messages of theirs from previous sleepless nights, she jumped when she heard the call of the voice she had cried herself to sleep over the night before. Oh his treacherous voice, hurting her feelings like that with the words that came out of his wretched mouth yesterday.

“(Y/N)!” he said, jogging up to her with a grin spread on his face, almost as if yesterday had been a dream and she had simply hallucinated the entire event. But she knew better than to believe him that fast.

Giving him a curt nod, she spoke up before anything could leave his mouth– “Tell me, Donghyuck, what happened yesterday?” she started, face hard with the cut still deep in her heart. His smile faltered, realizing just how much his words had hurt her feelings the day before.

“Do you take my feelings as a joke?” she asked again, looking to her feet in fear of her eyes betraying her and leaving tear stains across her cheeks, “because if you do then i–“

“No!” he cut, knowing that if he let this go on for longer it would only hurt her more, “No, I’d never!”

She was quiet, listening to the sound of his ragged breathing, almost as if the quietness would let her hear the sound of his heartbeat.

“Then what… what…”

He sighed softly, “I was… scared.”

Looking up, she was met with the troubled face of the person she once thought to be the largest of mysteries. “I didn’t want to be faced with rejection, I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you, as a friend or as…” he cleared his throat slightly, turning to the side, “as something more.”

The tension was thick, the street around them continuing on its route of life whilst they both stood in their own quiet bubble. Her eyes softened at his statement, the pieces of the puzzle which was Haechan starting to become clearer by every word.

“And you thought the most logical way to go, was to ‘make me fall in love with you in seven days’? come on Hyuck we’re not in some stupid romance movie–“, Haechan’s whine cut her voice short, “You sound just like Jeno now!” he cried, making her laugh softly, before stepping forward to take his hand in hers.

He looked down at their intertwined hands and looked right back up at her questioningly. “what…”

“If you liked me, you really should have just said so…” she muttered softly, shaking her head with a slight giggle, “If you did, it definitely would have saved us 7 days.”

He grinned widely, “so this… makes us boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?” he asked, grin turning into a teasing smirk on his face, making the girl before him scoff and laugh.

“We’ll see in 7 days.”

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[liron-ao3]

Everything has changed

Dean knows he's an idiot. He should just open his stupid mouth, say the four words that lace it since he got Castiel back, and get the fuck on with it. But he's an idiot, so he doesn't. Not for the lack of trying, though.

First, there's Sam, and Dean doesn't think his brother will have a problem with him liking Castiel that way, but he doesn't want to say it and come out to his little brother at the same time. So he presses his lips into a straight line, hugs Castiel tightly, and says, "Good to have you back, pal." Castiel smiles at him, close-lipped and oh-so-soft. Dean shoves the damn butterflies to the pit of his stomach and pats him on the back before he lets fully go of him.

It takes a while, but when he has Castiel finally for himself, nearly ready to say it, Sam bursts in. "Claire called for backup. Sounds urgent."

"Is she alright?" Castiel asks, worry forged into every line of his face, and Dean postpones his love confession once more. Claire isn't exactly known for asking for help, so they really should hurry.

***

Dean straightens Castiel's tie as Sam finishes his phone call. "You should go as Agent Swift," he jokes to fill the uncomfortable silence between them.

Castiel quirks a smile. Dean counts it as a win after irritating basically everyone over the last few days, including the angel.

"Why?" Castiel asks.

Dean shrugs. "Because I love her." Eyes growing wide he glances at Sam. But his brother is still on the phone. "Her music," he stutters. "I—I love her music."

Castiel smiles and pulls his fake FBI badge out of the inside pocket of his coat. He lets it fall open. "Jack was Agent Lovato when I last used it." Castiel's face washes over with emotions before he catches himself.

Dean is still hung up on the L-word he used twice now, but with the wrong words surrounding it. He bites his lip. Great. Just great. He hopes his burning cheeks aren't as obvious as they feel.

"You should go as Agent Mozart," Castiel says.

Dean furrows his brow. "Wha-? Why?"

Castiel shrugs. "I love his Requiem."

Dean rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Why exactly is he in love with this man? Oh, right. But he hasn't even told him that.

"Yeah, I don't think so."

Castiel's face falls. Dean wants to apologise, but Sam joins them, so he adds these words to the ever-growing list of unspoken ones and concentrates on the job.

***

"Whatcha listening to?" Claire asks as she finds Castiel with headphones in his ears sitting in the kitchen of the safe house.

He smiles. "Taylor Swift."

Claire raises an eyebrow. "What song?"

"It's 'Don't blame me.' She's really good. Although I like her… not so beaty stuff more."

Claire chuckles. "What made you a Swiftie?"

Castiel blushes. It's one of the more unpleasant sides of losing his grace. His vessel does things like that now. He shrugs.

"I see," Claire smirks.

Castiel doesn't ask what exactly it is that the young woman is seeing.

***

"You simply choose a song you like, put it in the list, and when it's your turn you get up on stage and sing it," Dean explains.

They went out, celebrating the closure of their last case, and Claire suggested this bar. Dean hasn't sung for ages and feels damn good tonight. Maybe he'll simply serenade Castiel after a few more beers and finally gets this job done.

"But I'm not a singer, Dean."

"Barely anyone is in karaoke bars. It's about having fun. Is there a song you know by heart? I know you're listening to Taylor up and down."

"How…?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "You're using my Spotify, man. Every time I open the app, the last song played is from her."

Castiel nods, blushing once more. He glances at the song sheet and licks his lip. "Okay. I'll do it."

Dean pats him on the shoulder. "Can't wait for it."

***

The roadie pushes two mics into Castiel's hands. He looks a little lost as he frowns at her.

Dean breathes a sigh. Maybe he shouldn't have encouraged him. But he's probably only biased because his grand gesture of singing for the man he loves fell flat. Castiel only looked at the label of his beer, and Dean had no chance to look him in the eyes while he sang.

The karaoke track starts, and an acoustic guitar fills the room. It needs Castiel to start singing that Dean realises which song it is. He swallows hard. Why did he have to choose this one? It's so obviously about them, isn't it? Green eyes and freckles… It's a duet, too.

Castiel's voice sounds nice, and Dean gets lost in it for a moment until the angel flounders at the first chorus. Does Castiel have to breathe? Dean always thought he only did it to look more human, but he obviously struggles. And then, he stops singing altogether, his cheeks burning crimson. And Dean can't take it anymore.

He gets off his seat and on the stage, takes the second microphone and whispers, "I've got you."

His hand lingers on the small of Castiel's back when he starts Ed Sheeran's part. It's not exactly Dean's pitch, but he makes it work.

And all my walls stood tall painted blue

And I'll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you

Castiel stares at him but sinks into Dean's side more and more with every word he sings. Dean smiles at him, eyes shining when Castiel continues with Taylor's part.

And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies

The beautiful kind, making up for lost time

Taking flight, making me feel right

And yes, Dean can feel them, too. A whole swarm spreads through his body. He pulls Castiel closer and leans his head on his shoulder. He doesn't care. There's no perfect time to come out to family and friends, but the smile on Sam's lips that Dean catches a glance of is enough to calm his nerves.

Come back and tell me why

I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time

Oh, oh, oh

And meet me there tonight

And let me know that it's not all in my mind

Dean closes his eyes as Castiel sings the last words. There is a big fat lump in his throat. He can't join him anymore. And for a long moment, they just stand there, leaning against each other as the audience applauds and cheers.

Dean doesn't want this moment to end, doesn't dare open his eyes, doesn't want to burst the bubble that the song built around them.

He turns his head slightly. "Cass?" he whispers, and the angel leans his ear closer. "I love you, too."

The microphone slips out of Castiel's hand and falls down on the floor with a squeal. His hand grabs Dean's arm instead.

"Sorry, it took me so long, man. Didn't know how…"

Tender fingers brush over Dean's cheek and push up his chin. Castiel is so close, and Dean thinks it will happen now. He doesn't care that everyone is watching. Castiel's lips come closer, and Dean's open slightly in response. But the angel presses them to Dean's cheek, and the hunter chuckles.

He tucks Castiel off the stage and out of the bar. The song of the next karaoke singer comes quietly through the open door when Dean leads Castiel to the Impala.

He leans against Baby as he pulls Castiel between his feet.

"I really wanna know you better," Dean whispers, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

"You already know me, Dean."

The hunter smiles lopsidedly as he brushes a thumb over Castiel's scruff. "For years, I wondered what kind of a kisser you might be. If you'd kiss me like you did Meg or…"

Soft lips close over Dean's and fingers brush over the short hair on the back of his head and others tangle into those above.

Dean chuckles into the kiss, giddy with the rush of emotions washing over him. Castiel pulls back. "Not good?" he asks with vulnerable eyes.

Dean's lips curl into a smile, and he shakes his head. "No. Perfect." He grabs Castiel by the lapels of his trench coat and pulls him back in.

Yes, everything has changed.

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RE Cul De Sac 1A

Welcome to the Neighborhood

Pairings: Leon x Chris

Summary: Leon finally is out from under the government's thumb and is trying to find his place with his new found freedom. A call from an old friend lets him know that he has a place if he doesn't want to stay in D.C. anymore. It just so happens to be with the mostly retired BSAA captain.

Warnings: None

Leon had never felt so exhausted before. Usually he was good with catching a few winks of sleep on the plane between missions and home, but he had passed out completely on the plane to the non-descript city that held his new life. Thankfully he was left alone even with the soft snores drifting around the cabin.

Ears back and eyes narrowed as his tail flicked around to warn anyone who may cross him, he trudged through the airport towards baggage claim. All of his stuff from his apartment had already been packed up and shipped, leaving him with just a few personal supplies and clothes as he finished up his leave of absence paperwork.

He hadn't quit the DOS, but he managed to secure a good few months of leave that would let him actually rest and have a life. With new people in charge, it was easy to get his leave approved as well as a change of address. Hell, Claire had said she'd get Chris and the others to put in a good word for him at the BSAA if it meant he'd stay off of active duty for a while.

While he appreciated the offer, he was going to take his time off first. It was an elusive animal and now that he had it in his hands, he didn't want to lose it.

Once at the carousel of bags, Leon grabbed his before pulling out his phone.

'Message when you get out front. We'll pull up to the curb to get you.'

Tucking his phone away, Leon headed out to the front. The airport itself wasn't actually that big, at least compared to others he'd travelled to. It was a straight shot from the gates to the baggage claim and then the pick up lanes outside. In fact it was a relief to be so simple. No trams or stairs to take, no one to pass because they're going slower than everyone else. It took him just five minutes to get from his gate to the front and that was when he stopped for his suitcase.

Standing at the curb, he took his phone out again and shot a quick text to Claire.

'I'm outside.'

The late September air felt so different from the muggy oceanside air in D.C. It was soft and had a slight breeze. Not scorching hot but not biting cold. It was that transition time where it was perfect to have the windows open all day and night before autumn truly hit.

A red truck pulled Leon from his thoughts as it stopped in front of him. Before he could even register who was in it, the passenger side door flew open and Claire jumped up to squeeze him.

"You made it!" She cried, grinning before letting go. Leon had no time to react as she grabbed his luggage to throw in the back seat of the cab then climbed in after it.

"Hey," Chris said, smiling at him and waving from behind the wheel.

"Hey," he replied, climbing into the truck. Once the door closed, Chris pulled away from the sidewalk.

"How was your flight?" Claire asked, leaning forward between the front seats onto the console. Her tail was wagging briskly, thumping against the seats as her ears were perked and ready to listen.

"It was okay. Slept through most of it," he said. "Just finished up paperwork at the office the night before and only got a few hours of sleep."

"Well, now you'll be able to catch up on your cat naps!" Claire said with a giggle.

"If I weren't so tired, I would give a sassy come back," Leon said with a snort as he shook his head.

"Ignore her," Chris said. "She's had 3 cups of coffee and has cleaned my house at least twice in the last 12 hours. Jill has kicked her out for the day because she's tried of Claire trying to rearrange the dishware in the kitchen."

"I just wanted to have things perfect for when you got here," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "Besides, Chris' house needed it. We even decorated it a bit better too. Now it actually looks like a home and not some squatters place. I swear Chris, sometimes I wonder if you like anything outside of work."

"You're one to talk," Chris said. "If it wasn't for Jill, your place would look like a frat house."

"No it wouldn't and you know that," Claire grumbled. "You're just mad that I have better taste than you."

"Oh no, whatever will I do?" He said, rolling his eyes as he pulled onto the highway.

"Probably have Piers invade and turn it into a military museum if you're not careful," Claire said with a snort.

"You talk too much," Chris huffed.

"And what's wrong with that?" Claire asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't know, but maybe the fact that Leon just got in the truck and he's already nodded off despite you chattering," Chris said with a smirk.

Looking at Leon, Claire say the cat boy had indeed nodded off. His face rested against his fist, propped up by his elbow on the window sill.

"Poor guy," Claire said, softening her voice to let her friend rest. "Probably hasn't had a decent night of sleep in a while."

"I'd say it's been a lot longer than just a while," Chris said, his own voice lowering.

The drive home wasn't that long, 20 minutes in the late morning traffic. Claire had settled down, letting Leon rest. Planning to do a few things together could wait. She had been so caught up in her excitement of having her friend move in next door that she forgot the hell he'd exited just a few weeks ago.

It had been rushed for sure, making time and space to get his things there before he did, then trying to figure out what to put in storage and what to put in his room. Leon had sold most of his furniture, really only bringing a few large items like his own TV and bed. His dishes and such were either sold or given away as well, making the move a bit easier.

He was given the guest room in Chris' house, a Dutch Colonial that had been the first house in the Cul de Sac, Albert Wesker's home was a recent addition next door to it.

That was how Chris found out about the older home next to him. Albert had talked about how there were bids to tear the house down because it was so old, built in the 30's and wasn't care of very well after the original owners passed away. The others had purchased the spots of land shortly afterwards before the Home Owners Associate could swoop in and try to put restrictions on what they could build. While theirs were built from the ground up, Chris took his as a project.

It was nearly three months of renovations, which was pretty quick considering how much work had been done, before he could move in completely. It took about the same time for the others' homes to be built.

"Should we wake him up?" Chris asked as he pulled into the driveway of his house.

"I mean, we can't let him sleep in the truck all day," Claire said.

Chris rolled his eyes at his sister who shrugged. Reaching over, he shook Leon a bit by the shoulder.

"Hey, we're home," he said.

The blond tabby opened his eyes before taking a deep breath and stretching.

"Cool." Opening the door, he stepped out and waited for Clair to hand him his luggage. Before she could, Chris was out and had it in his hands. "I can carry my own things," he called after the shepherd.

"Well, it's your first day home," Chris said, turning back to give the other a smile. "Better get used to having someone around for help."

"Does he always do that?" Leon asked, looking back at Claire.

"Basically my whole life," she said with a nod. The two followed the older man into the house, Leon taking in his surroundings the whole time. Inside, he was given a quick tour as there were only a few rooms on the first floor. The second floor was the bedrooms with a bathroom and shower, then the basement for storage.

Leon's room was across the hall from Chris', which was a small comfort of sorts for him.

"I'll go ahead and let you get settled in. I'm sure Claire will let you get some rest before barging in and dragging you off somewhere," Chris said, setting his bags on the bed.

"I was going to let him have the rest of the day to chill out," Claire said, crossing her arms. "Tomorrow is a different story though."

Leon raised a brow at the two, wondering if it had been such a good idea to move in with the Redfield siblings being so close in proximity.

"I'm going to pass out now. I'll try to be awake by dinner," Leon said.

"If you're not, that's okay. Let me know if you need anything," Chris said with a soft smile and a nod.

"Thanks," Leon said, getting enough of a breath in before Claire was wrapping herself around him again but tighter. "Jesus-"

"I'm glad you're here!" She cried into his chest, pulling back to smile up at him.

"Glad I'm here too," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. It was what she wanted to hear and while Leon himself wasn't certain if he was or not, time would only tell.

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[talesofargante]

The Guardian of Trollhunters Episode 4: Part 2 - Missing Rehearsal

Pairing: Jim Lake Jr. x Liz Walker (OFC)

Episode Summary: While Jim gets a crash course in troll history from Blinky and begins his first mission as the Trollhunter, Liz juggles to balance her time as Guardian and Juliet. However, more is added to her plate when she senses trouble brewing on the horizon of Arcadia Oaks.

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Liz Walker POV

While the human Trollhunter learned about troll history from Blinky, Liz was stuck to cover another employee's evening shift in Mr. Benoit's French Bistro with Douxie. Using the time while the cafe was empty, Liz kept herself busy cleaning the floor with a broom, when suddenly, she found herself in a sneezing fit.

"Achoo!" Liz sneezes for the third time. She sniffles, wondering if the cafe is dustier than she thought. Either that or someone was talking about her.

"You okay there, love?" Douxie asked, approaching Liz from behind as she turned around to look at him. "Yeah, I'm good. Probably just allergies."

"You sure?" Douxie asked again, placing the back of his hand against Liz's forehead with the other hand on his, checking her temperature. Liz reached out, pulling Douxie's hand away from her forehead. "Sure, I'm sure."

Douxie pulled back his hand, settling it on his hip as he looked down on Liz in concern. "Alright, but you need to look after yourself, just in case. You've been out a lot during the evenings and coming home late at night."

"I know. I've been busy lately with the new human Trollhunter. Don't worry, Doux. I can take care of myself quite well." Liz said assuringly. Douxie sighed, crossing his arms in front of him. "If you say so, love. So this new Trollhunter, does he have a name?"

"Jim," Liz replied.

"Jim," Douxie repeated, keeping the name in memory just in case. "So, how is he handling everything?"

Liz shrugged, her hands clasped in front of her over the handle of her broomstick. "He's okay. I guess...for the most part. He's finally accepted his role as the Trollhunter and is currently adjusting with his new life."

"But?" Douxie asked, sensing there was more. Liz sighed. "He challenged Draal and is now on a timer. He fights Draal a week from now."

"Oh. But wait...doesn't that mean--" Douxie said before Liz finished for him. "That they have to fight until one of them is dead? Unfortunately, yes."

"Fuzzbuckets," Douxie swore. Liz nodded, agreeing. "That's what I said."

Suddenly, Liz feels her phone vibrating in her apron pocket, alarming her about tonight's rehearsal coming up soon. Not missing a beat, Liz then gets a call from Claire and answers. "Hey Claire, no worries. I haven't forgotten tonight's rehearsal. I'll be there after my shift."

Liz hears Claire breathe a sigh of relief from the other end. "Great! Just wanted to make sure. Let me know how it goes?"

"Yeah, sure thing. Tell you all about it tomorrow." Liz said.

"Awesome. See you then!" Claire replied before hanging up. Liz sighed, putting away her phone.

"Rehearsal tonight?" Douxie asked, grabbing Liz's attention as he leaned against the nearest table with crossed arms over his chest. Leaning against the table beside him, Liz replies. "Mhmm. Can't miss it. Would you mind if I leave early?"

"I would mind," Douxie admitted before offering her a side smile. "But if you agree to treat me to lunch, I don't see why not."

Liz chuckled, shaking her head before offering a hand to Douxie. "Alright then, you got yourself a deal."

Grabbing onto Liz's hand, Douxie grinned and winked. "Always a pleasure doing business with you, love."

At that, Liz rolls her turquoise eyes. "Don't get used to it, wizard."

***

"How could he miss it?"

Claire said in frustration, placing her books inside her locker as Liz stood off to the side, leaning back against the lockers. Liz shrugged. "Maybe something must have come up that prevented him from showing."

"Well, the least he could do was send an email, a voicemail, or something ahead of time to let you and Ms. Janeth know that he couldn't make it. Instead, he had you both waiting for him for almost an hour, and Ms. Janeth had to cancel practice, and that's never happened before!"

"You seem more upset about this than I am," Liz stated, crossing her arms in front of her.

Claire quirked an eyebrow at Liz. "Well, I didn't give up my role to you just for Jim to ruin it. I know you're willing to put in the effort into it as I would have, but you can't put in your best if your partner doesn't show. A moon cannot shine without its sun to light it."

"Hmm. Good point." Liz replied. From the corner of her eye, Liz notices Jim heading their way. "Speaking of Romeo, here he comes."

"Hey Liz, hey Claire!" Jim greeted as he stopped before Liz. "Liz, could I talk to you for a moment? I need your help with something. It's muy importante."

Claire slammed her locker shut with a loud clang, making Jim flinch and look in her direction as her brown eyes narrowed on him. "Not as important as showing up at last night's rehearsal?"

Walking around a shocked Jim and looping an arm around Liz's, Claire drags Liz away from the boy, who puts his hands on his head in realization before following them. "Oh, man, the play! I wasn't --"

"I don't know what you've got going on, but this play is pretty important to some people. A lot of people will be there, and this is Liz's chance to make a good first impression in school, but she will lose face if her partner doesn't show up."

Stepping in front of the girls, Jim blocked them from going further with his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry. I promise, I won't miss another --"

"Jim," Liz interjected, already sensing Claire was about to blow her head off. "Don't overthink it. Just be there tomorrow, okay?"

Before he could react, Liz used her looped arm to drag Claire away before the girl had anything more to say. A distance away without Claire noticing, Liz looks over her shoulder and mouth, "I'll meet you in Trollmarket."

Jim nodded with a frown on his face as his best friend, Toby, appeared beside him, together with watching the two girls leave. Glancing at one another, Jim then shakes his head before they too walk away, unaware of a particular bully laughing deviously behind them.

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[whitestaghere]

I'm here - Edmund Pevensie x reader (Chapter 5)

Here's chapter 5 everyone! I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry I took a while with this one. Had a busy schedule. Enjoy ❤️

Edmund's Pov

I don't get it..

"Ed?"

How does she have such an effect on me?

"Ed?"

The way she blushed looking at me.

"ED??! "

Gosh relax Ed. You're loosing it.

"HELLO?! EARTH TO EDMUND?!" Peter yelled flicking me on the forehead.

I snapped out of my thoughts whincing at the pain.

"Ouch! What was that for?!

Peter squinted his eyes at me.

"Sorry. I wasn't listening.." I furrowed my eyebrows, still rubbing my forehead.

"Yeah, I noticed.." he gave me a look. "Well as I was saying, while YOU were busy daydreaming.."

I rolled my eyes at him, "yeah?"

"You know y/n's last name right?"

"Yeah, y/l/n.."

"Okay then," he stood up. "That's all we need. We could ask around if anyone is familiar with y/l/n and find her whereabouts."

I nodded my head.

It was that easy. I looked at y/n sitting in the living room laughing along with Susan and Lucy.

She'd be so happy.

Smiling to myself I spoke up, "well then.. what are we waiting for?"

With that, we got ready to leave.

Y/n's Pov

"We'll be off now.." Peter walked in along with Edmund.

Lucy shot up blocking Peter's path, "where are you both going?"

Peter ruffled her hair, "to go find y/n's home." He looked at me, "don't worry. We'll find it. It's actually easier than it seems."

I smiled nodding my head, "I'll come with you.."

Peter looked over at Edmund as if asking for permission. To which Ed replied with a slight nod.

"We'll join too, I'll go get my coat," Susan got up walking to her room.

Soon enough, we all set out.

Walking around, we would stop once in a while to ask anyone if they'd heard of me or my family before.

Eachtime.

Every response would be a no.

Shrugs, apologies, sorrowful looks.

You can imagine.. this going on for a couple of hours.

Timeskip >>>

My bad luck, was it?

We came back. With absolutely no luck.

Everyone looked so exhausted.

I couldn't help but feel bad. For taking them around, only to come back with no hopes of finding my home.

Looking down at my feet I mumbled a sorry, though loud enough for them to hear.

Susan layed a hand on my shoulder, "it's okay.. maybe today wasn't our day. But we'll find it for sure.."

Peter only smiled walking towards his room, "go wash up.. let's get dinner and take some rest."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Well.. all except for me.

I just turned around the second they made their way to their rooms. Hearing them say that it's okay, just made me feel more guilty.

Lost in thought I didn't even hear someone call my name. Feeling a light tap on my shoulder I turned around.

Edmund.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

I nodded my head slowly.

He came a bit closer.

"Doesn't seem like it is.. are you sure?"

I looked away. Feeling a slight pain at the back of my head.

He came closer observing my face.

For a second, locking eyes together I could see the concern in them. I backed away a little only to have my back hit the wall.

Edmund held my hands chuckling, "careful there love.."

Again. Oh that nickname.

Looking down at our intertwined hands he began to trace small circles with his thumb. He brought his eyes back to me and smiled.

Slowly, he leaned in.

Oh. My. God. Is. H-

My face began to heat up.

I tried turning away to hide my blush.

Suddenly the pain in the back of my head increased. I couldn't help but whince.

Holding my head in my hands I felt my vision get blurry.

Edmund backed away at once and grabbed my shoulders.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, just a h-headache.."

Looking back at him everything was in blur.

"Ed I-"

My vision turned black.

Edmund's Pov

She held her head, clearly looking in pain.

I began to panic.

"Y/n? Are you okay?

"Y-yeah, just a h-headache.."

She looked back at me, "Ed I-"

And suddenly she collapsed.

Falling straight into my arms I tried to steady her.

"Y/N?! Y/N? What's wrong?!!"

No response.

"PETER, SUSAN, LU!! HELP! FAST!!"

Lucy came in first, "what's wr-" she widened her eyes in shock, "Y/N!!!"

I lifted y/n, Lucy me helping me lay her on the couch.

"SUSAN, PETER!"

The two came in just after, "what happened??!," Susan rushed toward the couch kneeling down in front of it.

"Is she sick?" she put her hand on her forehead trying to check her temperature.

Peter went back into the kitchen coming back with a glass of water.

I gently patted her cheek, "y/n? Y/n? Please wake up... come on.. please."

Peter sprinkled some water on her face gently. Lucy held my arm, "is she going to be okay?

I couldn't form any words. All I wanted was for y/n to wake up.

"She'll be okay Lu, she's just unconscious.." Susan put a hand on my shoulder.

Looking at her she gave me a warming smile. She probably sensed the worry in me.

"What happened?" Peter looked at me.

"I don't really know Pete. One second she was fine, but then the next she collapsed. Although she did say she had a headache.."

She moved a little bit whining.

"Take her to Lucy's room.. let her get some rest."

I nodded in agreement slowly picking her up.

Timeskip >>>

Y/n's Pov

Flashback

I found myself in my room. On my bed. I was in the clothes that I had worn the day I ended up at Edmund's house.

Getting up, I observed my surroundings. Walking out of my room I called out for my mom.

"Mom... hey mom?" I saw a note on the kitchen table.

Sweetie if you're reading this, I'm off to your aunt's house. She's very ill. With uncle matt not home, she has no one to look after her. I'm sorry for leaving without telling you, but I didn't want to wake you up. I prepared you food for the week and left some money in the cookie jar. I'll be back by Tuesday morning. Lock the doors and stay safe. I love you - Mom.

I smiled.

Guess I'm alone for the weekend.

Suddenly I heard the sound of my doorbell. Walking upto it I slowly opened it. My mistake. I would never look through the window before opening the door.

My smile dropped the second I saw them.

Claire. Yep my school bully.

She had come along with two of her other friends. Before I could close the door in her face, she shoved her foot between the door.

"Oh not so fast darling.. I'm here to teach you a lesson."

Opening the door, she grabbed my hair and turned me to face her, "who do you think you are.. to talk back to me?" She tugged my hair harder this time.

I whinced in pain.

"Huh? What makes you think you can do that?" the other girls just snickered.

I felt the tears build up. But no, I wasn't going to show that side of me. No. Not today.

Clenching my fist I eyed her. And with a gush of confidence I landed a blow at her stomach.

This was my chance to escape, I made a run for it.

"LITTLE BRAT! GET HER!" I heard her scream.

They were hot at my feet. I ran as fast as possible. But however much I run I feel like their right behind me.

Suddenly one of them grabbed me by my hair again.

Pulling me back I screamed in pain.

"LET ME GO! PLEASE!" As if my day wasn't already stressful enough.

I managed to get my hair out of her grip and set a pace once again.

I ran as far as my feet could take me. Stopping halfway I looked behind me. Letting out a breathy laugh I held my knees panting.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"

Oh great. When will this end?

I got ready to run forward only to see one of the girls approaching from the front too.

I couldn't escape.

Looking around in panic, I finally found a way of escape.

Climbing on top of a nearby trashcan, I threw myself over a wooden fence falling into someone's backyard.

I fell knocking my head hard on the ground. I groaned in pain. I tried getting up. But unfortunately couldn't.

My entire body was aching.

Soon enough my vision turned black.

End of flashback.

With a jolt I shot up.

"Ughhh... ah my head," holding my head, I slowly opened my eyes.

"Y/N?! YOU'RE AWAKE!"

"EDMUND!"

Edmund runs upto me, hovering over me and pulling me into his arms.

I threw my arms over his shoulders giggling. He put his weight on me laughing, causing us both to fall backwards onto the bed.

Suddenly all the pain disappeared.

We both looked at eachother laughing.

"You're okay... Y/n, ah I'm so glad you're okay.. I-I-I missed you."

Okay well that was.. a cheesy ending to this chapter xd 😂 And yeah, a pretty long chapter. Well I hope you all enjoyed it <3

To be continued...

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supernatural s14e3 the scar (w. robert berens)

all right, here's hoping i can get through this today. tail end (knock on wood) of a bad migraine but i can listen to things with headphones now and not feel horrendous so maybe?

lol just stab him with the archangel blade somewhere non-lethal, see what happens, there's an angel test for ya. still bothered that they apparently have no desire to truly confirm michael isn't playacting dean? whatever

DEAN It’s just every time I think about it, you know. It's like a nightmare. I mean I can’t eat, I can’t sleep - it’s always just there watching me. SAM Dean, it’s just a beard. I’ve been a little busy lately.

absolutely have seen gifs of this whole bit a bunch of times. why is sam's beard watching you while you sleep, the perennial question (has enough time even passed for them to try to sleep? :p)

DEAN So, I’m good. I’m just really, really, happy to be... home.

i watched until this scene when i started this episode a couple days ago and noped out. their home being taken over by all these people continues to give me the heebiejeebies. granted their home is massive and more like a work space than a home, so it's more like it's getting used like it was designed, but they've been so isolated forever basically this is just a lot. (also i'm a jealous asshole in some ways and i'm like oh dean's gotta share sam with all these people now? lol 😬)

why's bro always getting weird scar things on his person? the hand print, the mark, whatever the fresh hell this thing is

is it the spear of destiny lance of michael whatever business. doesn't seem nearly wide enough to account for his scar. wonder if this is another episode by that different editor (john fitzpatrick on imdb), reminiscent of those visions of jody dying in 13x09. ding ding ding, it is indeed the same editor. funny. last episode he did was 13x21

speaking of, hey jody! even though i just referenced the episode with her in it i forgot about the whole kaia / dark kaia thing -_-

JODY No, no. I have video surveillance going down at the fair, Claire practically sat shiva down there. There’s been nothing.

shiva reference #3 (7x10 and 8x16)

cas conveniently has to stay back to fix rando hexed girl, so dean and sam can have some arguments on the way to jody. after dean upset jack too of course by refusing to let him go with. which i think was the right call but, you know. do it less dickishly.

SAM C’mon man, this isn’t a joke! Something huge happened and you won’t really even talk about it. Look, this whole Michael thing: we need to deal with it. DEAN I’m going at 80 to deal with it. How can I be running from something when I’m RACING toward it?! SAM I know, kinda your thing. DEAN Ok. SAM I’m just saying. You said you let Michael in, then bang, you’re back in a blink. But for me, you were gone: for weeks. I didn’t know if you were alive. I just need you to talk to me. Slow down so I can catch up. DEAN Call Jody, let her know we’re almost there.

way to talk about your feelings, sam! way to be a jerk, dean. both being able to open up at the same place and time has never been their strong suit. honestly don't have the wherewithal to even ponder why dean's being like this

LOL very cute. like the little "see dean, people do like the beard!" from sam. also cute little exchange where dean rolls his eyes about sam knowing a serial killer fact and sam makes the wtf bro face

very special episode where jack realizes he can Be Useful in other ways than a rock 'em sock 'em hunter? helping with the hexed girl

DEAN We’ll make better time if we split up. SAM No, Dean we’ll be safer if we stick together. JODY If I get a vote, I’m in team stick together. DEAN Fine.

man i do not enjoy dick!dean :p he gets like this sometimes and i wanna smack him. use your words, asshole, instead of taking whatever out on everyone else

no one was expecting dark kaia! oh, how i do not care. sorry, girl.

LORA Is that your Dad? JACK One of them, yes.

can i say again i really appreciate how they make it textual that sam, dean and cas are all jack's fathers. it's just nice. doesn't have to mean anything outside of their relationship to him, regardless of their relationships with each other. as it should be

JACK Do you have parents? Or someone we can call? LORA My mom, but she probably hates me. JACK Why? LORA Because I left, I ran away. I hated school, I hated our crappy one star fleet town and I hated her rules. I was sick of being treated like a kid. I thought I could make it on my own but then I met her.

lol this show can be so literal when it wants to make a parallel to a victim of the week and a recurring character's situation. literally laughed out loud when she started "because i left"

i'm sure the giant necklace gifted by the evil witch is unrelated. i keep looking at her (false) lashes. they're pretty but a little unexpected in the locked up by a witch situation

SAM Or it could have been Michael. C’mon, three vamps in Sioux Falls and not a single civilian death. That’s not an accident. I think they were hunting her. DEAN Why? SAM I think because Michael sent them to finish what he started.

trying to remember what michael had to do with kaia and drawing a huge blank, clearly retained almost nothing of her storyline. imagine how bad i'd be at keeping track if i didn't write these posts.

back when i was watching game of thrones (as it aired so i'd get a week to process between episodes) i would always read recaps/reviews after the episode because they were so densely packed and i knew i missed stuff, but i dunno, i just don't want other people's takes muddling up my feelings about this show in particular. more personal investment or something in it (it's also a *lot* more straight forward, it's just got the overloaded plot/characters syndrome past the first handful of seasons)

did not manage to watch this in one sitting so we're day 2 but i think (knock on wood again), demon migraine was smushed into 2 days instead of 3 and is gone

'squatchin

way dean is acting reminds me of a little how he was acting, and how i expected him to be acting, directly after purgatory. bro is pissed and gonna make it everyone's problem

losing my mind, just take the necklace off the girl -_- as she writhes around with this giant bauble flopping around where she's actively mummifying

JODY They have a right to know but I can’t. I promised Claire human cases are mine, but anything "monstery" I’d loop her in: this. God. Claire’s been doing so good. I mean anything connected to Kaia, she’s a powder keg. First loves strikes quick, and then to lose it like that.

couldn't remember if that was a thing that we knew about or not lol seriously, brain.

JODY Well, you two are having a time of it. SAM Yeah, he’s working something out and he’s working it out alone. The only thing I know is he’s not ready for this case. JODY Maybe. Maybe he needs it.

maybe he needs it but also him haring off (practically) alone with not enough information rarely ends well. nonetheless, glad jody's here to support them. my favorite family dynamic on the show, and the one that i don't feel like i need the text convincing me of. it's just there

DEAN That pig sticker she’s hiding, it is the only thing that we know that hurts Michael. I’m gonna do whatever it takes.

literally just raised my hand. um hello, what about the archangel blade?? do we not have one anymore?

JACK Lora’s life force: it’s in here. CAS Jack, are you sure? JACK No... (he smashes the pendant and green smoke twirls its way in to Lora’s pendant and she comes to life.)

this is so goofy :p

SAM Wait a second: you’re a dreamwalker, too? Your powers, they connected you. DARK KAIA Our whole lives, what she saw, I saw. I know where it comes from your anger, your impatience: itvs fear. You’re scared and you’re weak. DEAN Alright, shut up! DARK KAIA Michael hurt you. He hurt me too.

i mean, everyone is doing a good job acting-wise but this is just. ridiculous. so is dean mad because he's feeling guilty about what michael did while using his body against his will? that probably should have been incredibly obvious, i'm just so not connecting with this story 🥴

SAM So Michael wants the spear because he knows it can hurt him? And that’s why his monsters are coming after you?

okie dokie

jody sure gets pretty serious injuries a lot? how about pop back to the bunker so cas can just fix it :p like the... broken leg? was it? hmm, guess it wasn't healed magically there either

from 11x12 JODY Oh, it had to be the leg. I'm gonna need bionics.

--

DEAN Jody. JODY Dean Winchester, you have nothing to apologize for. DEAN How is the arm? SAM You sure you don’t want a ride to the hospital or… JODY I’ve driven with a broken arm before. I’m more worried what I’m gonna tell Alex when I get there. And then once I get home… SAM Claire. JODY I’m dreading those consequences. She’s got to know, she’s got to know that Kaia’s killer is still out there. SAM You alright? JODY It’s just seeing her face again. Raising three hunters and fearing every day that I might lose one of them. I didn’t even really get a chance to know Kaia before she died - just feel like I already lost before I even ever began.

again, well acted but this is a stretch emotionally, for me

CAS Well, Jules is off. She’s taking Lora back home to her mother. Jack, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know that you have been going through a lot lately:. We’ve all been going through a lot but it’s no excuse. I just haven’t been there for you: not the way I should of. JACK Cas, it’s okay. CAS Well, what you did today made me so proud. You know, learning to hold your own in a fight without your powers. That takes time and training, but today you proved that you have the mind of a hunter and the heart of a hunter. I was thinking, erm, I’ll talk to Sam and Dean, but maybe-- maybe we could go on a hunting trip -- I mean if you want to?

good sentiment but oh so cheesy -_-

JACK (coughing) Yes (coughing again) Sorry. CAS You ok? JACK I’m fine: I’m human now. Must be getting my first cold. CAS Well, I’ll make you some soup then.

LOL not ominous at all. i'm sure it's fine. not a plot relevant illness, just a garden variety cold!

DEAN I put us all in danger today, stupid danger. SAM Dean. DEAN You were right. I just didn’t want to look at it, what Michael used me for. I just wanted to race ahead. You know, skip to the end of the story the part where I get the weapon and I take out the bad guy. The part where I kill Michael. SAM Yeah, I know. DEAN You know I said yes to him because I thought: it was stupid. I was stupid. SAM Dean, you did what you had to do.

just following directive number one, keep sammy safe

DEAN And it wasn’t a blink. I got possessed: I made it sound like that but it wasn’t. I don’t remember most of what Michael did with me because I was under water. Drowning. And that I remember. I felt every second of it - clawing, fighting for air. I thought I could make it out but I couldn’t: I wasn’t strong enough. And now he’s gone: he’s out there putting an army of monsters together. He’s hurting people. That’s all on me, man. I said yes. It’s my fault.

i know i've talked about the moral calculus of it all, the number of people they saved vs the number they've gotten killed by their decisions, specifically to save each other (insert enraged noises that my blog is nigh on unsearchable so who the fuck knows when i actually talked about it). sam more directly gets a lot of credits i think from preventing the (first) apocalypse by jumping into the cage, puts them all in the black possibly indefinitely :p but how many people died because dean killed death to save sam and sam needed to save dean by removing the mark and letting out the darkness. from dean stopping sam from dying to finish the trials and closing the gates of hell.

not even sure what i'm arguing here. get over it, bucko? you've done worse? lol i don't know. round and round we go. we've been down this road too many times and i'm tired. yeah, he said yes. he thought he could make deal with michael that he'd uphold, and he didn't. and we're always gonna swim around in dean's neverending crushing guilt

jack's got the (magical??) consumption apparently

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