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apocalypseornaw · 5 months

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Real or Not (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

You and the boys meet up with Camila

@lacilou you wanted pain

A/N: remember before you get too mad at Dean there's 2 more chapters!!

If there was one thing you'd learnt in your life especially as a hunter was using the fake it till you make it method. Bobby always said to keep your shoulders squared and head held high, even when you were terrified because it put forth the idea that you weren't.

You'd been silent the entire two hour car ride. You didn't want to speak to Sam nor Dean. You'd even taken the backseat saying you just had a small headache and wanted a quick nap. Rather Dean believed you or not you weren't sure.

"Maybe he doesn't care" the moment the thought slipped through your mind you felt a little bit of guilt for having such little faith in the man You'd spent the last few years in the bed of and so long before that as a friend to. He cared he just didn't assume to think you would lie to him.

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You actually almost dozed off about the time you felt the impala slow down and looked up to see Dean was pulling into a motel parking lot. You took a deep breath the moment you spotted Camila's mustang. You could do this, you were pretty damn professional when it came to the job, people were at risk.... kids. You could swallow anything you threw your way if it meant saving kids.

Sam glanced over his shoulder at you and you could see the unspoken question in his eyes "Sure you ok?" You gave him a small smile as Dean parked. You climbed out slowly, smoothing a hand down over your hair. You could do this.

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The moment the door to room three twenty two opened you heard Donna's voice flash through your mind "No one can make you feel bad about yourself unless you let em"

Camila was well if you were being honest nothing short of gorgeous. She was five foot nine so she was leggy, dark black hair was braided back in an intricate style leaving her bright blue eyes clear. The moment she spotted Dean a smile split her face and you felt your heart drop. You could do this.

She walked over to the three of you, her attention clearly on Dean as she said "Thanks for coming. I knew I needed backup as soon as I figured out what I was dealing with" Dean nodded "Sure thing" then turned towards you "You remember Y/N don't ya?"

Camila's eyes narrowed slightly when she looked at you but schooled her features before Dean or Sam saw it "Of course! You're Vivians niece" you forced a smile onto your face "That'd be me" Dean reached out and pulled you into his side "Well since we're all caught up want to update us on the case?"

If looks could kill you'd either be in heaven or hell just from the way Camila stared you down once she realized you and Dean were indeed together and it wasn't just a rumor floating around the hunters mill.

"Of course Deany" you felt yourself bristle but held it in. Kids were at risk, you had to remind yourself that.

The location of where the kids had to be was narrowed down to two places. You stood next to Dean, across the table from Camila and Sam. Like it or not this was her case and her lead. She smiled at you "Y/N, we both know these two work best as a team as why don't they take one location and we take the other" there was something in her eyes, a challenge. She thought you'd back down.

You returned her smile fully "Guessing we're taking your car then because mines home at the bunker" She nodded "Of course"

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You were at the trunk of the impala taking one of the impromptu flamethrowers Dean held out. You were hoping your feelings weren't showing on your face but those hopes were dashed when he said "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded "Aces" he stared at you for a second then nodded "Be safe, come back to me in one piece" it probably shouldn't have bothered you but when he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead instead of your lips you felt your stomach drop. He kissed Jody, Donna and Charlie on the forehead, not you.

You refused to fight before a hunt so you smiled "You too" then walked over to where Camila stood, very much looking like she was planning to feed you to a changeling.

"Ready to go?" You nodded as you heard the boys shut the doors of the impala. The moment the engine roared to life her smile dropped "a little strange he doesn't kiss you before a hunt, he always called it a good luck charm when he was with me" you felt your mouth fall open at her comment but once again that overly friendly mask fell into place "I'm kidding of course! I know this is a little awkward"

You laughed lightly but the only thought you had was to knock her perfectly white teeth down her throat and say you were joking. Instead you climbed into her car and shut the door.

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You walked through the abandoned warehouse slowly, checking every corner. The further you walked the more you were beginning to think the boys had caught the action. Camila was nearby, you could hear her footfalls echoing.

"Ya know Y/N, how long have you been with Dean?" You rolled your eyes before saying "Should we really be discussing my relationship mid hunt" she let out a bark of laughter "Oh come on sweetcheeks. It's apparent thr boys caught the fun. Why can't we talk a little"

You spun on your heel to see she was about two feet from you "I've been with Dean a few years" she nodded slowly "when did you move into the bunker" you shrugged "a few months after they found it" "so right after me and him broke up?" You shrugged again "Don't keep up with other people's relationships"

You started back walking, with intentions to head outside but stopped when she said "Funny that timeline is around the same time I told him to move on that I wasn't coming back to him" You felt your shoulders tense "What are you trying to say here Camila?"

She walked around you to be facing you before a smile slipped onto her face "Dean got with you because he couldn't have me. Want me to pull up the emails from us talking? Of him telling me how he loved me?" You knew your face had fallen even before she said "Oh honey did you think he followed up this" she motioned to herself then to you "With that?"

You'd taken enough, you swung on her felt a sense of satisfaction when it connected solidly. Instead of trying to swing back she simply cradled her jaw and smiled despite the blood dripped from her now split lip "I hit a nerve. You know I could have him back tonight. He loved me more than Lisa or Cassie. I went through thinking he wasn't what I wanted but he is, and you need to face it"

"If he still wants you why is he with me then?" You asked, mustering every ounce of false bravado you could. She took a step towards you "Did you know he was looking at rings at one point? He would've stopped hunting if I'd asked. Does that really compare to you and him? Has he even said he loves you?" You didn't reply but your face must have shown because she made a tsk tsk sound "You poor thing"

You could feel your hands shaking by that point and damn her she grinned "Oh feel free to hit me again! I can play victim then! Dean I don't know what happened she just attacked me" you motioned to the door of the warehouse "Leave now"

She motioned around "What, are you gonna walk?" You squared your shoulders and got nose to nose with her "If Dean wants a two faced bitch over an honest woman so fucking be it but I won't be disrespected" she cackled like a mad woman "You're a crazy bitch" before turning and walking out.

You waited until you heard her mustang pull over to let the tears that had been threatening to escape fall. She'd just picked at every fucking insecurity you had. Maybe she was right, if Dean loved her enough to even consider giving up hunting maybe you should take yourself out of the equation.

You walked out into the cool night air about the time your phone started ringing. It was Dean. You answered it "Hello?" The voice that hit your ears made your heart freeze over. Camila replied "Told ya" you hung up and stared at your phone before hitting Donna's number.

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You climbed into Claire's car and knew she had questions from the look in her eyes but luckily she didn't say anything besides "You headed to Donna's?" You nodded slowly before turning off your phone. Dean's number kept calling but you refused to hear Camilas voice any more. She'd won, you'd lost the man you loved.

@psychicbouquetblaze-stuff

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#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #real or not mini series

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via-l0ve · 8 months

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Hello! I've been binging your fics/imagines lately and I just can't get enough! I don't know if this was ever done before, but--

Could you do a general, platonic (perhaps mildly romantic, like how I see Dean kinda gushing over Y/N idk, your choice!) imagine on how the men (Sam, Dean, Castiel, maybe Crowley [which would be funny]) would react to Y/N being some kind of powerful angel, like that sits at a pretty high rank and has the power to do all sorts of stuff? Healing, destroying, anger being so destructive it could kill a human (but albeit a peaceful being). This angel would probably serve as a guardian to the Winchesters, or a superior to Cass or a complete surprise and maybe unlikely companion for Crowley? I imagine it'd be a scenario where they're saved last second during a massive fight, probably get to know er type deal. This sounds kind of cheesy as I ask someone else to write this but I hope it doesn't sound too weird, I almost wanna go anonymous HAHA. I know this is VERY specific but I don't wanna confuse you! It's something I wanna write out into a fic myself but the way you write would make it super interesting! :)

So sorry if this was too much, I'm very descriptive!

Angel. (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: stop omg. this idea is so cool! also - thank you for the kind words!! i appreciate you so much!! i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: slightly romantic!!

Dean:

Dean met you on a hunt

he was being himself and basically bleeding out, but he was still fighting

you, being in charge of the dink, had to come down and help out

when you appear, a bolt of white light strikes the ground and your voice projects through the atmosphere

“you will not hurt this man.” you say, hair blowing in the wind and eyes glowing

dean was flabbergasted, also a little scared, but also a little bit in love

eventually you just kill the entire vampire nest because they’re stupid and you turn to dean.

“are you okay?”

he’s even more confused because this angel just came down and slaughtered the threats to him and now they’re talking so.. nice.

you heal his wounds and boom. now he’s your friend

he follows you around like a lost puppy and also brags that he’s friends with not one, but two angels, and one is even more powerful and higher up than fucking CASTIEL.

as he gets to know you he knows how sweet you are and it inteigues him even more because - as i said, you’re a powerful angel who can kill anyone but you’re so nice to him, Sam, Bobby and Cas.

the first time he sees you angry he literally gets all red and falls for you

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Sam:

You first met sam when he was basically bleeding out in a motel room

Dean had gone to get food and sam had been hiding a pretty nasty gash from him

so now he was sitting alone trying to patch himself up (and being unsuccessful)

so, you made your appearance and tried to keep him calm

you appeared and he saw you and went 👁️👄👁️

“it’s okay. i’m an angel. i will not hurt you.” you say softly, stepping towards him

sam is still a little wary but he lets you heal him

you press your fingers to his forehead and he’s all good (albeit a little scared hahah)

he always has the smuggest little smirk on his face when you get angry on his behalf

he likes the feeling of having such a powerful being watching over him all the time but it also makes him nervous because of… his past💀

addicts recover

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Castiel:

When you came down from heaven to help the Winchesters and Castiel, he was happy to see you

he knew, despite rebelling from heaven, you wouldn’t judge him

he spends a lot of time near you

like, standing right next to you

i like to think that you have better “people skills” than him for whatever reason (it’s just funny) and he just kind of sticks to you ykwim

he thinks you’re so cool

he dosent step in to help you in fights because he knows you can handle it and kill anyone you want

he’s blushing and kicking his feet when he sees you🤭🤭🤭

absolute power couple if you guys got together like omg

but yeah

he always defends you if anyone says shit

he’s just such a cutie pie

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Crowley:

you popped in when crowley was holding dean and sam hostage

you came into the room, eyes rolling already.

“let them go.” you said, voice sounding bored as you’d done this multiple times already.

crowley looks at you

“oh god, you again.” he scoffs

BUT he dosent even bother to argue and lets them go

which shocks the boys because that’s not like crowley

but he’s smitten for you

it’s giving enemies to lovers

but anyways

you guys have many encounters and end up talking a lot

crowley talks about hell and you talk about heaven

and he finds himself not hating you

and suddenly he wants to be around you more and learn about you and watch you be a badass angel

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #castiel x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #castiel #sam winchester x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #dean winchester supernatural #sam winchester supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #castiel supernatural #supernatural #crowley supernatural

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bobgasm · 8 months

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brainless | b.f

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader word count: 1103 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], dom/sub themes, forced orgasms [f receiving], multiple orgasms [f receiving], overstimulation, aftercare,

summary: in which you’re his brainless plaything

author’s note: whoops

oneshot | masterlist

You tilted your head to try and peer underneath the blindfold Bob had tied to cover your eyes. “You asked for this”, you reminded yourself. So where the hell was he?

There was a slight gap where the material didn’t quite reach your cheek, so you tried to look out through that. Bob was standing at the end of the bed, watching you squirm. His approval standing proudly between his legs.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“You look so pretty,” he mused, fingertips brushing against your restrained ankle. They were shitty, cheap restraints you’d bought on a whim. Flat rope looping under the mattress of the bed with soft wrist and ankle cuffs.

You’d given him a show as you’d stripped. Dancing to music playing in your head as you removed each layer of clothing so fucking slowly. He’d sat on the edge of the bed watching, occasionally touching as you ground your ass against his lap. Thrust your chest into his face.

His hand connected with your ass as you bent over in front of him and removed your panties. You knew he loved the view, it was his favourite way to eat you out. Bent over something with his hands gripping your ass and his tongue seeking your heat. You knew it’d drive him crazy, really get his blood pumping.

Then you’d asked him, “will you tie me up tonight? Use me like a little toy?” and his eyes had darkened intensely. His breath caught on his lips as he pulled you in for a searing kiss.

Now here you were, spread out naked on his bed. Arms and legs bound and an eye mask over your eyes since you hadn’t even thought of buying a proper blindfold. It did the job, but it was crooked. Allowing you the tiniest peek out from underneath it.

And the clamps. The too-tight clamps on your nipples that made you ache. Made you gasp whenever you tended your arms and they felt even tighter.

You were so fucking pretty, and Bob was in heaven.

The bulbous head of your vibrator shocked you as he held it against your clit and turned it on. Slowly at first, watching to watch you squirm. And you didn’t disappoint.

Hips bucking under the sudden pleasure coursing through your body. You thought he’d stop it at any second. Thought he’d enjoy watching you squirm even more at the loss of contact, but it was the opposite. He chuckled as you gasped when he turned the vibrations to the highest setting. Hand reaching up to tug at the chain between each clap on your nipples and tugging.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” you announced, body shuddering and legs trying to close. The restraints doing their job and letting him watch your first climax of the night.

“How many times do you think you can cum like this?” He asked, voice thick with lust.

You whined and it sounded foreign to your ears. High pitched and needy. God, you weren’t sure you could cum again so soon.

But the vibrator wasn’t switched off or turned down. His large hand pressed down on your lower stomach and you were there again. Gasping and cursing as your second orgasm crashed through you, this one even more intense.

“Bobby,” you pleaded. You knew he was a sucker hearing you call him by his this nickname, but it wasn’t going to help you this time.

“Got another one for me?”

You whimpered as he turned the setting down, hand trailing down your thigh. Thumb rubbing soft circles just above your knee.

“Please, more,” you begged him. You fought the restraints, wanting to touch him. Needing to feel him. But he didn’t let you. Chuckling softly as he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting.

You asked for this, you kept reminding yourself. Repeating it like a mantra.

“Cum for me, baby,” he goaded. “One more time for me.”

You gasped as he roughly palmed your breast. Gripping it tightly, so tightly it felt like the clamp would come off. Your nipples were so swollen and tender that they hurt, in the most delicious way possible.

His name fell past your lips in a chant. Your breath coming quicker and more ragged as your body was pushed over the edge and a third orgasm tore through you. Knocking the breath from your lungs. Eyes furiously trying to blink away the spots in your vision.

The loss of the vibrator made you whimper. Clit overstimulated and sensitive. Your pussy leaking with your arousal that his tongue slowly lapped up.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned. His mouth was hot and tongue gentle, a stark contrast to the hard, cold vibrator. Your body was still on fire, alight with arousal and desire. Wanting more, but needing a break. Needing time to recover.

But he didn’t give it to you. Your fourth orgasm hitting you out of nowhere. Body too sensitive, too overwhelmed to even try to fight it. Try and tell him you couldn’t take anymore. But he knew you could, so he didn’t stop.

Even as your fifth orgasm made you cry. His fingers were inside you, stroking that spot inside you that had your vision blanking and a scream tearing from your throat.

He was relentless.

You barely registered him untying your legs until he flipped you over onto your stomach. A pillow under your hips and the tip of his cock sliding through your slick folds.

“One more time, baby,” he promised you. “Want you to cum on my cock.”

You saw stars as your body stretched around him. His cock filled you up deliciously. Hands roughly gripping your ass as he drilled into you harder and faster than he ever had before. You buried your face in the sheets, moaning with each thrust.

“Feel so fucking tight, baby,” he groaned but you barely heard him. Between your moans, the blood rushing in your ears and your body feeling like it was in another dimension, you barely registered him. He felt so good. He was treating you so fucking good, exactly like you asked.

Like a toy. Like his brainless plaything. And it drove you fucking wild.

Bob untied the restraints, praising you for your work. How good you were for him. How good you felt. Cradling you in his arms, smoothing your hair back from your face and making sure you were okay.

“‘M good, Bobby. So good,” you assured him, cupping his face tenderly. “Thank you.”

“Next time I want you to tie me up.”

You pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “That can be arranged.”

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd smut #bob floyd fanfic #bob floyd fanfiction #*brainless

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas

Paring: Dean winchester x reader x Castile (not destile!)

Summary: headcanons about an angel and a hunter fall in love with you.

A/n: this won the newest voting thing :)

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“They're both in love with her” Sam sighed.

“my money is on Dean” Bobby said drinking his beer.

Okay... So, get ready for every single thing to be a contest. they're both extremely stubborn and even the simplest of things will be turned into a competition of who can do it better, even if Cas doesn't understand.

Since Cas is clueless about most human actions, he usually tries to copy Dean but ends up doing it in a more goofy or messed up way.

Cas wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, he's your Gardian Angel and the rules in heaven are pretty strict. He couldn't help but fall in love with your compassion and goofy personality.

You and Dean had always been on and off, he deeply cares about you and would even say he loves you, but with you both being hunters he's always afraid to lose you or he thinks he's not good enough.

Cas didn't know how to handle the feeling he's never had to deal with, every time he'd see Dean put his arm on you or flirt with you, cas would feel his fist clinch and he'd get so angry.

“I don't know what's wrong with me, my chest is heaving and... I just feel so pissed” Cas said to Sam one day.

“your either jealous or...” Sam stoped. “your not in love with y/n, are you?”

Cas didn't know, but he realized his change in adatued and thoughts. As your Gardian Angel he'd would often go with you to protect you beacuse that was his job, now he would literally push Dean to the side to go on a hunt with you.

Remember when I said you and Dean would often be off and on again? Well Cass has seen two break-ups, and this would be the only time he'd put his feelings aside. He's your best friend and he dose know when you need a shoulder to cry on.

Anyway, Dean would catch on quickly, he cares about Cas but he cares about you more. So challenge accepted.

He wasn't gonna lose you to a baby in a trench coat.

Dean is often very forward and flirty, you were used to his complements and dirty jokes. But when he realized he could use you to Cas he'd turn up the flirting to 100%, which would often make you uncomfortable... You weren't used to him acting like that.

But underneath all the flirting, he's genuine and what he's saying is true.

Suprisenly Cas would become very charming. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He loves he can easily express himself around you and learn about human life without being judged.

I also think Cas is good at knowing when to pump the brakes if he ever steps a line or goes too far. Dean sometimes doesn't and sometimes he forgets that he doesn't need to use the same tactics he used to use bar girls.

If you get hurt Cas will warp his coat around you and heal you up, if it's really bad Cas and Dean will literally start arguing.

One time it got so bad you probably wouldn't still be in this damn triangle if Sam didn't take you to the hospital.

That's when they realized that they really need to put their differences aside, it wasn't just about them, it was about you too.

“she means everything to me... I want her to be happy” Dean says to Sam. “and what if she's chooses Cas?”

“she won't... Just because he's her guardian angel doesn't mean he can make her happy”

Dean was so scared to lose you while Cass just didn't know how to express himself, there been many opportunities for Cas but he'd always chicken out.

What you hated most about this whole situation is that Cas and Dean were turning on each other. You knew they were best friends and you couldn't help but think this, no girl is worth losing your best friend over.

As it went on you got more and more attention, you didn't want that. Then Sam and Bobby's secret poll only grew more bets as time went on.

Jack was so confused, he saw you as a mom and Cas as his dad. So he really just wants you two to be together. He watched the parent trap and used some of the tactics, Sam gently told him to stay out of it.

If Dean would make you a mix tape, Cas would find an even more romantic gesture. During the time you and Dean did date he learned that you were a simple girl and didn't like fancy stuff.

Cas would go to Sam or Jody for advice. Sam would suggest flowers, expensive places while Jody would remind him to just be himself and remember the stuff your actually interested in.

He's been your Gardian Angel for years, so he knows your likes and dislikes. He was so happy when he found a copy of a novel you've been surching for, he loved the feeling of you wrapping your arms around him and cheering that you finally got the book.

“thank you Cas, your the best!”

Gabriel, who liked to stir the pot in the situation was on cas' side. He would sometimes mess somthing up for one of them or just watch one of their planes fail. This was a better love story than twilight in his opinion.

One day Cas found a ring in Dean's room, it's literally not what you guys think. Dean was his mom's and he just wanted to look at it.

Cas watched enough movies with you and thought it was an engagement ring. He felt his heart pounded, he also relized he's watched way too much TV with you. He remembered watching Grey's anatomy with you, he remembered you crying with Mark Sloan died and gave his 'if you love someone' speach.

“I wish I could experience that... A guy not caring about the consequences and just expressing he loves someone” you told him way back when.

That's when he had enough, he didn't care if Dean was there or not he's was gonna tell you. “I love you y/n... I love everything about you, even things I don't understand... I still love”

He told you to think everything through. As much as he loved you, he didn't want you making any hasty decisions or let what he said cloud your mind.

A couple of days later, Dean came to you with the same heart filled love speach after a rough hunt. “I love you... I know I don't show it much or express it, but belive me when I say your the best thing that's ever happened to me”

You had so much to think about and during that time you never felt so overwhelmed, your heart would always pound when you thought about them.

You spent almost three nights just laying awake in bed thinking about them, there was logic and there was reason.

The logical choice would be Dean, you could grow old with him and have a family. After Jack, Cas was terrified to have children with a human. Just because Dean was haman didn't make it a logical choice, but you guys been through so much. There been many night you guys spent patching up wounded parts of your bodies or cleaning up blood after a hunt.

Logically, Cas would be safer. Castile can protect you and heal you with just a brush of his thumb. Just because he was clueless doesn't mean he didn't know how to make a woman's heart pound in the best way possible. Cas knew your deepest fears and kept secrets for years, he knew everything about you.

Positive reasons would bring up the way Dean would make you laugh. Or how he could make you smile no matter how mad you were.

You though about how warm his bear hugs were and how good he smelled.

Dean was a worrior and he would take a bullet for you. You were always his main priority and you never felt that with someone before him.

Even if he didn't know how to interact with humans, he knew how to take care of you. He knew when you need to talk or need a hug. He would catch on to your Quirks, like how you'll nibble on your lip when your doing research or reading.

He'd notice the little wrinks on your forehead when your mad or laughing. He'd know all your different smiles and the meanings of them.

You love whem you hug him you'd feel his wings wrap around you.

What you might not know is Cas would give up immortality for you, he'd become human if it meant spending What humans thought forever was.

“I don't know what to do Sammy” you sighed.

“stop using your brain, what dose your heart say?” he asked. “you'll know the right decision when the time comes”

The next day you took a deep breath and walked down the bunker hallway, Cas and Dean's were right across from each other. Dean's door was beaten up and had band stickers on it. Cas was newer and had 'Cas' place' carved in it.

If you chose Castile:

If you chose him, you didn't go directly to him. You knew he was the one you just didn't know how to do it. When you finally got the courage, Sam interrupted with a paranormal case.

It was hard, you got whipped around like crazy and thrown through windows, the vengeful spirit wasn't gonna let up.

The spirit through your blade at you and it went straight to the gut. You were already bleeding and weak, so this wasn't helping.

You crumbed in Castile's arms and he started to panic. He used his trench coat to applie presher to your wounds.

“Sam! Dean! Help me!”

You coughed and placed your hand on his cheek making him look at you. His watery blue eyes looked at you with so much panic.

You smiled and pulled him closer to you. “I love you Cas... So much”

“I love you too... Hold still, I got you” he placed his lips on yours while his hands healed all your cuts and bruises.

Side note... You also adopt Jack, he finally had parents and he couldn't be happier.

-a week later...

“Balls! I lost $200” Bobby grumbled, you gave the boys a questioning look.

“you beted on us?” you asked Sam, He shrugged. “hey, at least you got $600 for your honeymoon” Sam joked, you took the notebook with all the bets written down and hit him in the head.

If you chose Dean:

You knocked on his door, he when whipped it open a smile immediately formed on his face. “hey, sweetheart”

“can we talk?” you asked softly. Dean nodded as his heart pounded, he didn't know what to expect.

“if this this about what I sa-”

“I love you” you said cutting him off.

He pulled you to his chest and immediately slammed his lips on yours, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “thank God... I love you too”

#Supernatural #Supernatural headcanons #Dean winchester #Jensen Ackles #Dean winchester headcanons #Castiel #Misha Collins #Castiel x reader #Castiel headcanons #Supernatural imagines #Dean winchester x reader

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420technoblazeit · 1 year

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ok tbh. my BIGGEST problem with spn season 13+ is that crowley isn't there. and this isnt in a 'the writers killed him and im salty about it' way, i just don't think the writers necessarily understood how much it would change the group dynamic removing him from the show

crowley was consistently there since season 5-ish and his role across all the seasons was to provide a contrast to sam dean and cas. theyre stuck in their quest to stop lucifer and don't know who else to turn to? he's there with his network of demons to give them information. they don't know where death is? bobby makes a deal with crowley to get his location. you get the gist. when the 'right' way fails, they turn to crowley

his transition from a villain to an anti-hero in the later seasons isn't just character development, it also serves to provide a dynamic that isn't just good vs evil. crowley will do anything that serves him and sometimes that means helping heaven, sometimes that means helping hell

and once he dies and that death kickstarts rowena's own redemption arc, there's no one there to fill that role. no one else in the show has the resources, power, and strategy that crowley has. and i think the writers tried to use the men of letters and arthur ketch as a substitute but they didn't fully succeed because at the end of the day those guys are still human. heaven is also basically written out of the narrative after the recent angel wars so sam and dean are pretty much out of resources

idk it feels like crowley's death is a pretty good benchmark for the writers trying to shake up too much in too little time, leaving the writing feeling rushed and cobbled together

#supernatural #spn #crowley macleod #spn crowley #the pig squeals #does htis make sense??? idk it feels like when dean and sam are trying to stop lucifer in s13 theyre just grasping at straws

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Supernatural season 14

Oh boy!

So Alt-Michael has taken over Dean’s body and absconded to parts unknown - what an unprecedented plot twist who could’ve possibly seen this coming, certainly not Dean, the one guy who doesn’t trust angels and has a history of being short-sighted & making shitty deals.

Since this is season 14, and there’s only 1 more season after this, I presume Dean will never grow out of these bad qualities 🤦��‍♀️, so…moving on.

Check you out Sam, leading your new band of hunters, like some sort of Hunters Incorporated©️. I’m glad Sam gets to spend more time with his mom, but he won’t let her take care of him 😔😭

Was it me or did that Michael & Anael scene feel like Jensen x Danneel role play 🤣 - at least when he caressed her face. Like really bro? I don’t think the scene would’ve played out that way if the actors weren’t actual husband and wife 🤣

Shoutout to Supernatural for keeping Mark Pellegrino employed lol 😂😂 cuz I don’t see Why the fuck he’s still around if the devil is supposedly dead - wasn’t Mark P. also doing 13 reasons why around this time?? Anywho, Nick, luci’s longtime vessel, isn’t dead???? What does Nick have that jimmy novak didn’t (or literally any other angel vessel for that matter) — plot convenience? That must be it 🤣🤣🤣

Cas honey, why are you letting these demons beat you up? Cuz Dean is gone on your watch? cuz im sorry there’s no way im believing Cas was weaker than all them demons. That’s also plot convenience IDGAF!

After yet another demon-hunter showdown, Mary and Bobby are spotted sharing a beer & flirting…I wish John were around to see this AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh Jack, poor guy feels worthless for having no power. He should’ve been like ‘Castiel what’s it like being worthless?’ since that was Castiel’s arc for a minute too, which again fuck Supernatural for. Cas had like 1 badass moment last season when he fried Donatello’s brains but that’s it. Meanwhile Nick totally called Cas out, bringing up Jimmy again and driving that guilt straight into Castiel.

Alt-Michael is recruiting?? Brief Dean cameo in 14x02, you give him like 2 lines, wow 😒. Even Sam got more screen time in 5x22 swan song…but Dean suddenly comes back at the end of the episode???? Nah, bullshit!

Also lol karma for Dean in 14x02 when Jack is like, ‘Dean doesn’t matter’, Michael has to be stopped. Ahahahahahahaha. He was the so called pragmatist when it came to Jack, now it’s Jack’s turn. Castiel’s face when jack said it tho…

Dean got stabbed by AU Kaia? What?? Oh look yet another instance of Dean running away from his problems and pain and being a dick to Kaia (though she's technically a different person) again! Good for you tho AU Kaia for giving Dean a taste of his own medicine and telling him off.

Bobby leave Sam alone, I’m here for his captain my captain era. The lovable giant is doing his best!

So some necromancer gets away from Jack & Dean but we’re not gonna see her again, right??? There’s just a little over 30 episodes left in the show at this point. They probably didn’t know that at the time though.

Shoutout to the devil for basically condemning his child to die from a lack of grace :/ while Cas was able to survive (cuz plot convenience most likely) Jack as a nephilim was unable to do so. Gabe’s spare angel grace couldn’t help (I wonder if he were still alive in canon, if it would’ve made a difference. Oh well).

So this is where Cas made the deal with the empty (yes I know about it, how doesn’t everyone that shit went viral the very night it originally aired amidst the infamous nail-biting 2020 election week), tumblr is still serving the memes to this day.

Cas doesn’t want the Winchesters to know cuz Dean 😭 idc, if I was Jack I would NOT keep that secret. Dean would know IMMEDIATELY.

I think more angels died, but heaven hasn’t fallen yet…right? They keep coming back to that. Hm…

Nick’s arc is…bleh. Pretty sure in his desperation he just brought Luci back from the empty…welp. I guess when you’re an archangel who was predestined by God to fight in a fateful epic battle against your big bro, you just get certain perks in the afterlife 😒

Sam doesn’t want Alt-Charlie to go when its like bro! She. Is. Not. Charlie!!! For fuck sake guys SMH, let her live her fucking life! God forbid she want to run away to fucking safety and not die bloody like her counterpart 🤬

Bobby and Mary run off to a cabin for weeks on end 😏😂 to recuperate, sure Mary 🤣

Garth is back! Working as a spy for the Winchesters, oh dear Lord no. I know he makes it to season 15 but maaaan I don't like this….

The nerve of Dean to challenge Alt-Kaia to either hand over the weapon or kill her. What if she just killed him? Also, can't they just replicate the weapon for their own uses? All they would need to do is ensure they're using the same materials Kaia did when she forged the weapon in her own world.

How many hits to the head is Sam supposed to fuckin' take? I feel like it's happened more in this season alone than the entire show so far? He should probably be dead at this point 🤣

Jack got taken, oh no! why didn't Michael kill him? To take him as a ward? Seriously? Whatever.

And it turns out the past episode was a long con to get Dean right where Alt-Michael wanted him. I know there was a catch to him letting Dean go in 14x02.

So Alt-Michael chose to trap Dean in…contentment? With Pamela Barnes? And they weren't even a couple, just friends. She called him out on something.

Why not have him be with a real girlfriend of his, like Lisa or even Cassie? I’m supposed to believe Dean's dream is an unsuccessful bar living out his days with a platonic lady friend??? Really??? Bullshit!

John returns for the final time to go back to 2003? Okay. His hair is cut and grayish. Lol so I’m gonna see that as John gained some weight (from food/drink or muscle training idc) and dyes his hair black but the root are grey and come out every so often 🤣 but yay JDM I wish you had been in more episodes! Oh well.

So no one’s gonna talk about:

a) Adam’s existence

b) Bobby X Mary or how Bobby essentially replaced john as the father/husband by getting involved with Mary AND being a surrogate father to Sam & Dean (with a clear preference to Dean but whatever)

I’d care more about Sam & John’s convo if we had more time with them together on screen. But it was nice to see them squash their beef.

Dean & John’s convo was faaaar too brief. But insightful to their relationship. John wanted dean to have a family, echoing his wishes for his eldest in season 1 in his convo w/ Sam.

But Dean was like I have a family 🥺 my emotions!

Back to the Michael bullshit – a fight with a gorgon fucked up his containment so he literally broke out of Dean's body and killed all the hunters who were conveniently at the bunker when they brought an unconscious Dean back there. Even poor unfortunate Maggie. For a second I thought Mary would be there since Maggie mentioned she was on her way back but no, he ended up possessing Rowena.

Then they bring the old angel torture device of disabling our heroes' ability to breathe, like in the season 5 premiere, making them blind (that's new) and making them hurt.

Jack gets his chance to take Michael down, and takes his grace??????

Oh Sam bby, it's not your fault. Those people were doomed no matter what. TBH I'm surprised they lasted this long. But cuz he's a Winchester and he was raised by Dean & they've rubbed off each other too much at this point (nobromo), he decides to focus on yet another case even when Dean himself isn't willing since big bro has pointed out they have done 3 cases back to back. They're not the young men they used to be lol.

Cas goes with Sam to a milkshake town and given his legendary levels of awkwardness he's immediately seen and called out for his inherent queerness by the townsfolk (in all senses of the word).

Aw Sam wants to stay, ofc he does. This town is simple and peaceful. He could use some of that. Too bad this place is making people's heads explode.

This is why we can't have nice things.

Ah subtle there Supernatural, making Jack, a Nephilim who's the offspring of the devil himself choose between angel and devil food cake 🤣 Dean why would you put him in that position?

Cas why you gotta be snitching on Sam to your boy bestie like that 🤣 – typical boyfriend tomfoolery

Oftentimes since Jack started in this show, he's felt like an intern and 14x16 is one of those times. They don't wanna bring jack along so they think to leave him alone doing chores. Good Lord.

Oh honey Sam you didn't have to tell the sheriff you're not FBI, just stick to the monster stuff. He knows what's up.

And Jack sweetie pie you don't need to impress those kids. He should be hanging out with kids his own age. Just Jack with a bunch of babies 🤣. So cute! My headcanon is that he can actually talk to them. At least then it wouldn't have ended with a stabbing. Thankfully he cleaned up his mess, even though the local kids are terrified of him. It’s a shame he doesn’t have friends. If only he was allowed to have Claire in his life.

They finally resolved the Nick storyline (I hope) by killing him off via Jack but Mary is not happy. She’s concerned. She’s been concerned about him the whole frickin episode since he sassed her as they tried setting up a game night with Dean.

It’s like these people keep forgetting what Jack is capable of.

He didn’t have to relish the kill though. On the other hand, it felt like Mary’s concern was a bit much — if it were me I would’ve kept my mouth shut as to not upset a powerful fledging being into killing me by accident.

So Mary dies…again.

This is also why we can’t have nice things. I know Dean’s never gonna let this shit go. Sure Cas has fucked up a bunch, but killing a direct blood relative of Dean’s…nope. That’s unforgivable. I know they’re not gonna let Dean kill off a kid but I know he’s NEVER ever gonna forget Jack’s role in Mary’s (second) demise.

Why couldn’t you leave the boy alone Mary?!?!?!!?!

The boys show up, did they not circle back to pick up their mother? Seriously? Goodness Lord. So depressing watching the brothers just assuming their mommy’s coming back 😭

Cas (cuz of course this shit went tits up while Daddy was away) calls Dean to get caught up on what happened the last episode and is concerned that the Winchesters left their mom alone with Jack. Then why did you leave him Cas? You could’ve taken him with you. Like it would’ve been better if one of the brothers was alone with Jack? Badasses they may be, but they would’ve ended up just like Mary let’s be honest. The only difference would’ve been whichever brother got got would’ve come back. Mary will not be getting that special treatment…

Jack is tripping out since he murdered his foster G-maw - ends up flying all over the world (so his soul is definitely gone? But if it were gone, would he even care about killing Mary? everyone’s trying to track him down IDK why he doesn’t just destroy the phone he has. We get flashes of Mary & Jack’s time together and technically I believe she spent the most time with him (at least in season 13)

They’re still giving Mark P work on this show making him the manifestation of Jack’s subconscious cuz the kill is driving Jack insane 😭🥺 He’s reacting so much like a little boy who knows he fucked up it that makes this so much sadder 😭 Jack’s being driven mad with grief.

Oh fuck they’re going to where she died. Oh fuck.

WTF is wrong with these people! He’s a fucking boy! A super power nuke of a boy, but still a fucking boy! Like the Winchesters never made a mistake! What about the nurse who got killed in 4x22 by Sam? All the people Dean slaughtered under the MoC, as a demon! That’s just off the top of my head! No but cuz they’re the fucking protagonists 😡🤬

Samuel Winchester you know manipulating this child Is 5 different kinds of fucked up!

Jack why did you call it an accident! Did you not want to use the words murder? Destroyed? Obliterated?

Dean you piece of shit, why are you lying to this boy!!!!!! You know Jack’s desperate to make peace with you, and you lead him to a grave he’s never supposed to escape?! Poor thing Jack was sooo scared!

Sam, the regret is gonna eat you alive! Sam, for fucks sake, SPEAK THE FUCK UP! You clearly got shit you wanna say, fucking say it!

Dean you’re surprised Jack’s going along with it?! Of course he’s gonna go along with it, he wants to please you, you shady, manipulative BASTARD!

That’s right Castiel stand up for Jack since nobody else is willing to!

Oh boy, the celestial boy is freaking out. Claustrophobia was kicking in, this shit ain’t gonna end well. It’s a dark day when a psychological manifestation of Satan is making sense more than everyone else.

I’m not surprised Jack got out though. That box was made for an archangel and he isn’t that. He’s a nephilim, technically a different entity, right? now, the Winchesters have a pissed off mega-powerful creature on their hands. Great job team 🤣

that’s right Jack, give them a piece of your fucking mind! Fuck ‘em up queen.

Oh shit! I’ve watched this part a dozen times on YouTube, the part where jack makes the whole world tell the truth no matter what! Donald trump is canonically Crowley’s bitch! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

All hail the stapler queen! Iconic!

And God reveals Himself, what grand timing! He says He came for Cas’s prayer (but Cas prayed to Him in season 6 too, no?) but then He states the real reason for His arrival — Jack.

Meanwhile Jack went to see his real G-maw, not a good plan Jackie boy. She’s put 2+2 together that her daughter Kelly is NOT ok and now Jack has to confess the truth. (Where’s the dad? Was the actor unavailable or dead at this point?)

Sam was outed to love Celine Dion (I love her two Sammy it’s ok, her songs are AMAZING! My favorite is it’s all coming back to me now, I crush that shit in karaoke.) Dean follows a mommy blog 🤣 of course he does, probably cuz he identifies with her more & loves that her life is so full of shit (like I said, he identifies with her).

God don’t sanction lying, the real God would never do such a thing. Isn’t it like the 6th commandment, thou shall not lie? Like dude, the fuck?!

And no, writing means telling stories that are often made up but it’s not meant to deceive anybody. But Hollywood on the other hand…yeesh.

Dean breaking Chuck’s guitar 🤣

Chuck saying ‘DON’T!’ Having Dean shook 🤣

Why are you asking them how things are, like you don’t know?! You’re omnipotent!

They canonically made the British queen a lizard? Damn. These old Americans (the writers) are dicks!

Finally Sam is speaking up! Thank God!

Dean stop blaming people, Jesus, it was an accident (Jack you phrased it sooooo poorly though)! shout out to Sam for taking it this so well cuz he’s been through too much this season alone. He lost a whole fucking army, then his mom after he got to know her this time! And the concussions! So many concussions.

Angry Cas is sooooo fucking hot 🥵 when he slammed that truck with his fist 😏

Awww the first thing he does when he sees Jack is hugs him. Jack needed that so bad!

The biggest travesty is we never got to see the SquirrelVerse!

When Sam asks if God is watching them — Sam do you even know what omnipotent means?!

It’s just like I said in season 11. God doesn’t owe anyone anything. But everyone owes Him everything. He gave everyone the freedom to choose, for better or worse. But this iteration of who God is seems to watch what people and creatures decide to do with their lives. He made the weapon to see who among Sam, Dean or Cas would take it and strike Jack down.

So ultimately when Dean tracks Jack down and Jack throws Cas into a tombstone and Sam is running dramatically to stop it, Dean ultimately decides not to kill Jack. But why though? He kept talking shit about how Jack needed to be dealt with, but when the moment comes, he won’t do it?! I mean I’m glad but it doesn’t really make sense?!

Was it the puppy eyes? Did Sam teach Jack that trick? But Jack closed his eyes at the last second???

Oh Dean, you’re such a fucking softie. That’s on you God. You made him softer than Mr. Pillsberry.

If anything, Dean is the step daddy. Cas is Daddy. And then there’s Uncle Sam 🤣

Sam is many things, but stupid is never one of them. Naïve maybe, trusting, desperate. But not stupid. And not crazy, this time 🤣

I will say what makes this story compelling is the fact that the Winchesters find themselves locked in a cycle of violence at the hands of their Creator, and they’re refusing to commit further acts of violence in effort to stop it all and rebel against their cruel, dispassionate maker. But they have no means to back it up…today.

Not the Burger King catchphrase🤣🤣🤣

Not Jack being…smote?

Not Dean being yeeted into another tombstone?

Sam, why did you think that was gonna work on God? He made the weapon. You really think He’d make something that could kill Himself? Nah bruh.

So we’ve approached the ending of the penultimate season. 20 more episodes to go! Ah!!!! I’m excited but also not since the ending is what I know (mildly).

Side note - Sam & Dean still don’t know about Castiel’s bargain with the Empty (kinda seems pointless since God killed Jack anyway…Cas basically fucked himself for nothing 🤦🏾‍♀️ [I know how it ends but yeah still])

It’s not about the destination though, it’s the journey (I keep telling myself that).

God said fuck y’all. Shouldn’t’ve poked the bear…now these poor innocent people gonna die like sheep to the slaughter. Y’all got a lot of cleaning up to do and with so little people to help you.

So did God undo all the killings the Winchesters did? Cuz damn….that’s 10+ years of work undone. In 1 moment.

They’re not getting out of the cycle anytime soon.

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #rowena macleod #mary winchester #john winchester #jack kline #chuck shurley #destiel #deancas #bobby singer #charlie bradbury #rowena supernatural #supernatural season 14

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delopsia · 6 months

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*whispers* please ignore this if you’re busy or still laying down

💐🥺💐

i just... del, what do you think would happen if reader and robby really did actually lay rhett down in their bed (with lots of kisses) and strap a little vibrator to the head of his cock and then just sat back to enjoy the show?

*whispers* you can't just tell me to ignore a prompt like this.

I made the mistake of reading this right after I reread my babbling about Rhett and the spreader bar and for some reason I?? Unintentionally combined part of that with this 😭oops.

My mind ran in like fifteen different directions with this, and one way or another, I wound up with a bonus rambling about how Rhett, Bob, and Reader broke in that particular piece of equipment...I dunno if you'd consider that a bonus or a curse, but it's at the bottom 💃here we go

The way in which sweet Rhett would be so nervous at first, a little tense over the idea of being watched but into it at the same time. Freezing up the moment Robby has finished tugging his jeans down his legs, only loosening up when they both start kissing on his cheeks and lips, and everywhere they can reach. Rhett so wrapped up in the feeling of the Reader's lips against his that he doesn't notice they're gingerly laying him back onto the bed.

It takes some adjusting because the moment that little vibrator kicks on, Rhett's pawing at it and squeezing his pretty thighs closed. Cuffing his hands to the bedpost does absolutely nothing to stop his frantic squirming. Hair spread out in a loose halo beneath his head, chest heaving, legs thrashing, whimpering to high heaven as that tiny pink vibrator buzzes away at his cock head.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, this—hah!" Rhett's babbling, his head bobbing back and forth, biceps bulging as he strains against those cheap cuffs. "Mean!"

It's such a fucking sight that Bob's pressing the heel of his palm against himself, already so hard and heavy in his sweats that the Reader can see the outline of him from across the bed. And so when Bob reaches to turn off the vibrator, both Reader and Rhett think that's the end of it, too worked up to just keep watching.

But then Bob's pulling that little spreader bar out from under the bed, the annoying one that extends the further you open your legs, and Rhett's muttering incoherently as it's placed between his ankles. He knows what it is, but the moment that vibrator buzzes to life again, his legs are fluttering until he's spread wide open. Pale back arching off the bed, crying out as his cock spasms and twitches against his belly.

"Too much?" Rhett doesn't remember when Bobby sat down next to him, but he's there, smoothing a big hand up Rhett's quivering belly.

And the Reader's hands are dipping between his legs, cupping his balls, and he's forgotten how to speak. His hair bouncing as he shakes his head back and forth. Wordless.

It's hard to tell if the full-body tremor is from the vibrator or from the overwhelming sensation of Bob's meaty cock tapping against Rhett's hip, or maybe it's from the way the Reader is straddling his shivering thigh. Whatever it is, it's got him shaking like the leaves on the tree outside. So much. It's so much. But it's not enough.

"Wanna," he croaks, eyes screwing shut, "wanna, wanna, wanna..."

He doesn't get to finish his sentence before he devolves into another mindless sputter. Reader and Robby's names tumbling off his short tongue, chanting like it's some incantation that'll bring him what he wants. Can feel the way the Reader pulses against him and how Bob's growing twitchy, so so so close.

But he's not the first one to cum. Its Bob. Practically untouched, losing himself at just the sight of Rhett, and that's all it takes for him to tumble over, too. Painting his pretty, heaving belly with white as he cries high in his throat, back arched off the bed, head tilted back and all.

An unforeseen factor is the clinginess that follows suit. His cheeks flushed as he nuzzles his head into Bobby's chest, silently running his palm up and down the Reader's thigh until they've reached their peak too. That sort of blissful quietness that only comes when the afterglow of his orgasm doesn't fully leave his bloodstream. A little worn out, a little dazed, and a little something extra that he can't quite name. Eager to steal kisses from lips and wordlessly grumbling when a shower is suggested. They're a mess—Rhett's a mess, but moving quite literally requires Bob to pick Rhett up and carry him into the bathroom because he is not moving.

"'s that a duck?" He murmurs, somewhere between slouching against the Reader's side and piling a bunch of bubbles on top of Robby's head.

"There's another by your shoulder," Reader hums, their eyes already on that little pink hunk of plastic, bobbing with the gentle waves of the soapy water.

Rhett's head twists, "Oh," pausing to clomp his hand over it, dragging the poor little duck to the bottom of the tub, only to let go and let it pop back up to the surface.

Bath ducks 🦆🫧

Since we're on the topic of breaking Rhett, let me bring you to the concept of a cute little bullet vibe buzzing away in Rhett's cute little ass while he gets fucked from behind.

It's the entire reason Rhett's gotten so acquainted with that spreader bar; he's got this awful habit of clamping his legs together and not being able to part them again.

Bobby isn't home when they try it out for the first time; supposed to be at a meeting. So the Reader is the only one around to hear that sharp inhale when the cute baby blue bullet vibe buzzes to life inside him.

Metal bar clanking as he squirms, face squished against the cool surface of the kitchen island, peering back at the Reader with this darkened gaze that suggests he wants more. Perky ass wiggling back and forth as the Reader fixes their strap, vibrator still whirring away inside of him.

He expects them to pull it out, but the thick tip of the toy is pressing into him, and all of a sudden, the vibrator is pushing further into him. Buzzing past his oversensitive prostate until it's high enough that the tip of the strap bumps into it with every thrust.

Oh, his legs are spread so far apart, cock swinging heavily between his legs as he bites into the thick flesh of his forearm, muffling his cries. On full display as the Reader fucks him, deep blue eyes crossing at the way that toy keeps rubbing against that sweet spot of his.

He hardly notices the hum of the garage door or the dull thump of boots as Bob walks into the house, stumbling to a halt at the scene unfolding in the kitchen.

But the Reader has. And it only takes one look for them to get on the same page.

When the Reader pulls out of him, Rhett thinks they're changing positions, but there's something warmer, softer pushing into him all of a sudden. A big hand splaying out between his shoulderblades, pinning him down against the counter, and—

"Robby!"

"Hi, baby," Bob's wasting absolutely no time with him, falling into a heavy rhythm that's got Rhett's hands clinging to the opposite edge of the island, panting like a dog as he's pounded into. Hair bouncing with every heavy thrust, thighs erupting into a shaking fit that has him fighting to keep upright.

He can hardly move, can't touch himself out of fear of being forced across the counter, legs split painfully wide, reduced to nothing but a sweet little toy. Tongue loose in his mouth as he tries to ask for something he doesn't know the name of.

But it's too late. By the time he gathers his bearings enough to ask for more, Bob's hips are stalling with this guttural groan that wanders out of the kitchen and down the halls. Leaving Rhett a squirming mess, pushing back against him, babbling something incoherent that ultimately has the Reader reaching over to stroke him. Only takes a few soft pumps of their hand for him to cum, too, making a mess of the floor and Reader's hand.

The best part of those little spreader bars are the thigh massages that come after, working away the little aches and pains of being spread so far, but I'll leave that thought for another day...💃💐

#delgato's asks #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #💐#milesmillergf #bob floyd

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Memory I Don't Mess With (Final Part)

dean winchester x female!reader

Warnings: ANGST, fluffy moments between reader and dean, mentions of death, sadness, dream reality, death of major character, Gabriel is alive, Castiel is kinda on the brink of insanity, happy ending

ITALICS ARE DREAM REALITY

Summary: Dean keeps have flashbacks and Sam keeps looking for his brother until Sam gets put into a coma until Dean comes back. Castiel makes his way up to heaven in search of God for help.

Dean continued on his life with you. Holding you, kissing you, playing with the children that the two of you shared. He felt complete. He felt as if this is where he belonged. He knew that he would never be able to leave you even if he wanted to.

"Dean," He hears your voice call him from the kitchen. The children's laughter was muffled due to being outside playing in the mud.

He follows your voice and finds you standing in a pretty sundress and sandals.

"Sweetheart, you all dressed up for me?" He grinned before moving to kiss you.

You giggled against him and then kissed his cheek when you moved to get the pie from the oven.

"I made you something special and I hope you like it," You smiled at him. That smile that could make anyone sane enough to melt.

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Castiel makes his way through Heaven's gates. He hadn't been here in a long time. He knew his presence would be made known as soon as he arrived. He looks around until he finds that he is in the Gardens which is where his brother Gabriel finds him standing under a tree.

"Little brother, Castiel," Gabe said.

"Gabriel, I need Father's help." Castiel said with desperation laced in his voice.

"Don't tell me that this is for that Dean Winchester," Gabe laughed lightly before turning serious.

"How many times do you think that they can escape death before it catches up with them? Don't get me wrong, I like the Winchesters but I can't help you change anything that Father is already set out to play. You saw what happened to Lucifer." Gabriel said sadly. He knew what the Winchesters meant to Castiel.

Castiel grabbed a hold of Gabriel and pulled him close, "Tell Father that I am requesting his help or I will tear your wings from your body and I shall hath no mercy. Save Dean Winchester!"

"Save Dean Winchester!'' spread throughout Heaven and Hell. Castiel needed to find the man and he would not stop until he found him.

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Dean kissed your hand as he took you to where he first met you. He wanted to surprise you so he spent all day on the Impala, greasing and oiling her the way she needed to be, and waited until you made it home.

"Mr. Winchester, where are you taking me?" You asked as he drove and you pressed a kiss to his cheek and then laid your head on his shoulder.

"Wherever the road and Baby takes us," Dean said and patted the steering wheel with a smile. You giggled and turned his head far enough to kiss the side of his mouth.

"I can live with that," You smiled and turned to look in the back seat at the sleeping children that meant everything to the two of you.

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Angels and demons were in search of Dean Winchester as Castiel had gathered armies from both Heaven and Hell in search of his friend.

Sam was placed in a sleepful coma until Dean would return. Castiel could not bear to watch his friend destroy himself in Dean's disappearance. The only way he would wake is if Castiel woke him if Dean never returned and Castiel was terrified to tell Sam what he had done.

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Dean Winchester was found in warehouse in South Dakota, close by to Bobby's house. Castiel was informed by Gabriel that there was a body found that was similar to Dean Winchester's. Castiel woke Sam from the coma and they had rushed to the warehouse.

Sam hoped that Dean was still alive and he wouldn't lose his brother, the most important person in his life. Dean was his father, his brother, his mother, his everything. Dean was singly the world to Sam Winchester and the thought of living in this world without him made Sam sick.

Dean was placed in the hospital with injuries of loss of blood, head injuries, a stab wound that was infected, and he was in a coma. Sam and Castiel stood by his side for the next three weeks waiting for him to open his eyes.

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"Dean," You smile with tears in your eyes. He melted in your touch of your hand on his face.

"No," He said, tears running down his face.

You kissed his lips and placed your forehead against his.

"Go to him. They need you," You say, body shaking from keeping the tears at bay.

"No, I can't leave you." He cried, begging to stay with you.

You closed your eyes.

"Honey, we had our chance. We had our time. We shared our lives until it was my time. Dean, Sam needs you. Cas needs you."

"But....but what about you? If I leave, I will never see you again." He fell to the floor with all of the emotions that overcame him.

You placed your hand on his head and he wrapped his arms around your waist, tears soaking through the fabric. Your own tears fell and Dean's green eyes looked up at you, silently begging you to let him stay here forever.

"Dean," You start to push his arms away from you.

"No," He begged.

"Dean, please. Don't make this harder," You cry.

"Why are you sending me away? You don't love me anymore?" Dean was so confused as to what happened.

"Dean, I am sending you away because you don't belong here. It's not your time. I am sending you back to Sam because I love you." You place one last kiss to his lips.

"Go home, Dean Winchester. Tell Sammy that I miss him." You smile.

Dean sobbed as he turned to that bright light that had shown up and he could see the hospital, Sam and Castiel. He could see the hurt and the pain they were in.

"But...."

"No, buts'. I will wait for you. I'll be here," You say with a smile and grab his hand to lead him into the light.

---

The monitor started beeping loudly and Sam looked up at Dean's body and Dean's green eyes started to flutter open. Sam freaked out in happiness and Dean went to speak, Sam shushed him before running for a nurse.

Dean laid there and tried to remember anything but he couldn't. He remembered walking out of the bar and then waking up in the hospital.

Sam sat there with him and started telling him about Cas raising an army of angels and demons to help look for him.

"Sam, I have to tell you something. I don't remember why but I need to tell you that she says that she misses you. She said for me to tell Sammy to tell him that she missed you." Sam started to cry and then hugged Dean.

" I've missed you so much."

---

You watched through the light as the two Winchester brothers reunited and you smiled. You turned away and sat down with a book and waited for the love of your life to return to your side.

---

Years later

"He's here," Bobby said.

"I know," You smile.

You walk to Baby and step inside. You feel the leather seats and think of Dean. You smile and then crank it.

"Just like old times," You smile and then put it in drive.

Music poured from the radio, Dean's tapes still in the socket. You listen to the music and turn it up when "Carry On Wayward Son" started to play.

Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more

You started to sing along as you drove along the road that curved through the woods.

Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say

You stopped at a bridge and walked to the side railing, looking down at the rushing water. You smiled when you smell that all too Dean Winchester scent.

"Dean," You smile and then turn to see Dean in his hunter outfit with a smile on his face.

"Hi'ya sweetheart," He smiled and then you jumped into his arms as he places a kiss on your lips.

"Did I make it on time?" He asked with a smile.

"Anytime is on time," You smile before kissing his lips again as he spun you around in his arms.

---

Bonus Scene:

The two of you sat in Baby at the same bridge and then you walked out to the same railings, hand in hand, with smiles. You both leaned against it, looking at the same rushing water and then you felt Sam's presence on the bridge.

"Hi'ya Sammy," Dean says before turning to hug his brother.

---

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writemywaytoyourheart · 1 year

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afth drabble 2: the big day

pairing: afth!jungkook x f.reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff fluff

wc: 6k

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summary; it’s finally the big day, the day jungkook is going to marry the girl of his dreams. hopefully everything goes to plan, more or less.

a/n: pls keep in mind, that i am unable to represent the multitude of marriage ceremonies in different cultures, and i am not fully aware of all that they entail, as magnificent and wonderful as they are! i tried my best to keep it “traditional” and vague but i can only do so much. so pls don’t send hate and understand i did my best :) ily!

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"Dude, breathe."

Jungkook takes a deep breath in, blowing it out carefully as Tae nods along with him, as if he's trying to calm a toddler after getting a scrape on the knee.

"I'm fine," Jungkook says, a bit embarrassed.

"Ok," Taehyung doesn't argue, even though Jungkook is visibly shaking, his hands wringing subconsciously as he paces the room.

He's clearly in distress.

"Is there anything we can do?" Tae asks, glancing at Namjoon sitting in the chair next to him.

Jungkook shakes his head, "Uh, n-no thanks. I'm all good."

"Not even get you some soju?"

Jungkook looks at Tae to see him smirking.

Tease.

"I'm good," He repeats himself, trying not to laugh and scream at the same time.

Damn clown, never taking anything seriously.

He's getting married in less than an hour and his best man is making jokes.

Heaven help him.

"Look, I'm going to go and make triple sure that everything is perfect, okay?"

Jungkook nods at his best friend's words, relief flooding through him. Namjoon shakes his head, a smirk painting his features as he lounges calmly in the chair in the corner.

Taehyung smiles knowingly and leaves the room, fully aware that Jungkook is just a huge ball of nerves and is convinced something will go wrong.

Walking down the back hallway of the small church, he runs into the rest of the groomsmen coming the opposite way.

"Hey," Tae calls out, waving to Beomgyu and Hoseok.

"Hey!" Hoseok waves back, "Everything is in shipshape, no flower disasters and I haven't heard word that anything else is going wrong."

"Fuck it up," Tae grins, "That's what I like to hear. Kook's in the back having a crisis, might wanna go chill with him. Try to act totally calm, it might rub off on him."

"Will do!" Beomgyu and Hoseok make their way towards the back room where the groom is practically melting into a puddle of anxiety.

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"Jimin, can you please grab me the bobby pins?"

You sit patiently in the swivel chair, watching Yeona through the mirror as she thanks Jimin and takes the pins from him before turning back and continuing to do your hair.

"It looks so good," Jimin watches in awe as Yeona messes with a few more pieces until they sit just right.

You catch his eye in the mirror and he beams at you, giving you a thumbs up. You grin back and give him a thumbs up of your own, trying your hardest not to bounce up and down in excitement.

"Th-thank you, Y-Yeona," you whisper, staring at your reflection, "I love it s-so much."

Yeona must have the magic touch, you truly believe that. Your makeup is so pretty, emphasizing the beauty you already possess, and your hair looks just like a princess', making you want to squeal with happiness.

You never thought you could look this beautiful.

"You're very welcome, love." Yeona puts her hands on your shoulder and smiles at you through the mirror, "Your natural beauty is doing all the work, I just helped it pop even more."

"I swear I'm not gonna cry," Jimin says defensively when you glance at him in the mirror.

You smile brightly and shake your head at him.

You're so nervous you feel almost sick, but everything is just how you imagined. You have your best friend in the whole world as your man of honor, and one of your closest friends as a bridesmaid. The dress is perfect, your hair is perfect, the makeup is perfect.

Everything is perfect.

A tiny knock on the door makes all three of you look over to it.

Jimin walks over and opens it a crack, peeking his head through, "Yes?"

You laugh at how silly he looks, trying to make sure you aren't seen if it's the groom.

A second later, the door opens more as Jimin lets the surprise guest in.

Your grin widens even more when you see Tae walk over.

"Look at you girls," he smiles, "As radiant as always."

Yeona rolls her eyes, hiding a smile as she turns to make sure the bouquets are perfect. Then she goes over to Jimin, asking about the flower girl's whereabouts while Tae comes over to you.

"You look beautiful, ____," he says sincerely, his choked-up voice betraying him momentarily.

You swivel in the chair and stand up to hug him tightly and whisper, "Thank y-you."

When you pull away, you think you see him wipe at his eyes briefly, but you don't mention it, getting the feeling he was trying to be sneaky.

"I should be with the groom, but I wanted to come in and say hi to you all before the ceremony."

"Hi!" Yeona exclaims, then she starts to usher him out, "We love you dearly, but now you must leave!"

Taehyung pouts, one of his hands landing on her waist, "Meanie."

"I don't care about being mean right now, there's a wedding to be had!" Yeona shakes a finger in his face.

"You look gorgeous," he whispers, trying to tease her.

"Shoo!" She bats at him, you and Jimin laughing heartily at the sight of a dolled-up bridesmaid scolding the best man, "be gone!"

Tae whines a bit more before accepting his defeat and calling out his last few compliments to the three of you as he leaves. Just as he's walking out the door though, a small girl rushes in, nearly bumping into him.

"Oop! Sorry mister!"

Taehyung grins at the tiny flower girl, "Pardon me, little lady. I'll see you all later!" The door shuts softly behind him.

"Ae-cha! Y-you look lovely!" You exclaim, gushing over her adorable pale-yellow dress that matches the bridesmaid dresses of the same color and fabric. Yeona's looks more mature, with one sleeve and the skirt reaching the floor, whereas the flower girl's skirt comes to her knees and puffs out more. Both of them are chiffon, elegant yet simple.

Jimin, the man of honor, is wearing a pale-yellow suit; the tone is so light it looks almost cream colored. It looks absolutely stunning on him, as you knew it would.

"Thank you, Miss ____!" She claps her hands, "You look like a princess!"

Your cheeks turn pink as your former student oohs and ahhs over your white gown, unable to turn away even when Yeona hands her the small woven basket full of dandelions and agapanthus petals.

While Jimin and Yeona put together the last details of what they need to make everything go smoothly, Ae-Cha comes closer and takes your hand in hers, "Mr. Jungkook is really lucky to marry a princess like you."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from crying at her sweet words.

"Thank you, Ae-Cha."

"It's time, ____. Are you ready?" Jimin walks over, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I- I think I'm as r-ready as I'll e-ever be," You laugh nervously, taking Jimin's hand and standing up from your chair.

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"You ready, Kook?"

Jungkook nods, trying to convince himself that he is absolutely not about to pass out or have an anxious meltdown.

Not at all.

"I can't feel my feet, but yes, I'm ready."

Tae laughs before linking his arm with his younger best friend's and starts walking towards the door.

"You've wanted this for so long, just keep reminding yourself of that. How excited you are to finally marry the most important person to you."

If Tae said this to him a couple years ago, when he first realized he was falling in love with you, he would have laughed in his face then had an existential crisis.

He never thought he deserved you, not even a little bit. He never felt good enough for anyone, that crippling pressure of always needing to work harder keeping him up at night and plaguing his nightmares.

"You're fine," Tae whispers as they walk out of the back room and towards the front of the church.

The sight of all the guests sitting in the pews has Jungkook's stomach flipping upside down and inside out and every which way he didn't know was possible as they walk up next to the altar.

Tae stands next to Jungkook for a moment, whispering some last-minute encouragement in his ear before giving his butt a light smack and moving to where his designated spot is.

Halmeoni's smile brings Jungkook's heart back to where it belongs as she gives him a thumbs up from the front pew. He returns the gesture, acutely aware of his knees shaking involuntarily as he stands there and tries to even his breathing.

The priest approaches him, and they exchange a few words, which brings Jungkook's nerves down even more. He will be eternally grateful for everyone today, for keeping him from falling apart at the seams.

The crowd is buzzing with excitement as it draws nearer to the time when you will walk through the doors.

Time is all a blur to him, so he jumps a little when the piano starts to play, a soft beautiful song that makes him gulp and bite his lip to keep himself from tearing up before even seeing you. Just the thought of seeing you is making a lump form in his throat.

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"J-Jimin..."

Your best friend takes your trembling outstretched hand, holding it tightly in his own to keep you grounded as you stand outside and to the right of the doors leading into the nave where there are undoubtedly people waiting to see you walk in.

"I'm here," he reassures you quietly.

"I'm sc-scared," you whisper.

The fact that in a few moments you will be the center of attention to more people than you're used to being around, is almost nauseating.

"What's scaring you?" He asks gently, unjudging.

"P-People."

He nods, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand gently, "I understand. Hey, the bridesmaids and groomsmen will go first, then me. Ae-Cha and Jisung will go out before you. You don't need to worry about being first. All you need to do is listen to the music and look at Jungkook."

You nod but he can see the panic in your gaze as the doors open and Yeona gets ready to walk out with Beomgyu.

You're out of the line of sight of the crowd, but that does nothing to settle your nerves.

"I want you to take a deep breath," Jimin whispers, even as you anxiously watch them start walking.

You follow his instructions, letting the breath out slowly with him.

"Good."

You take a few more deep breaths as you watch Namjoon get ready to walk with his girlfriend, Nina, whom you've grown quite close to and makes a beautiful bridesmaid.

"Y-you're soon," your voice shakes.

Jimin nods, "I know, but I want to make sure you're okay."

You give him a half-hearted smile, glancing at Hoseok and Sana, who are almost ready to walk out.

Oh gosh.

You're gonna freak out.

Even if you just had someone to hold your arm while you walked, to keep you grounded.

Your parents gave that up a long time ago, though.

Jimin can sense what you're thinking as you stare after Hoseok and Sana with slight tears in your eyes.

"You don't need that sorry excuse for a father, ____. You don't need any of them," he whispers, fixing a stray hair, "You made it on your own, you don't need someone to give you away up there."

Your watery eyes look back at your best friend as he adjusts the veil to cover your face.

"No one is giving you away, you are deciding to become a family with the person you love."

You gulp and nod as he pats your shoulder before walking over to the doors.

"Just look at Jungkook," he whispers, winking at you.

You smile and nod, nerves finally starting to turn to excitement.

Your man of honor gives you a thumbs up behind his back as he starts walking, making you giggle quietly.

Ae-Cha and Jisung are bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement as it reaches their turn.

You give them both a wave as they take their places and start to walk, side by side to the beautiful music.

Ae-Cha takes tiny handfuls of petals and drops them along the path, readying it for you to walk down as Jisung holds the rings carefully.

You close your eyes and take another deep breath.

Then you take your place.

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Jungkook smiles at the wedding party as they process down the aisle and go to their places either near him or near where you will be standing soon enough.

The sight of two small children walking down the aisle with huge smiles makes a delighted laugh ripple through the crowd, Jungkook chuckling quietly along with them as your former students gleefully decorate the walkway and keep the rings safe.

When they reach their spots, the piano music changes to a different tune and that's when he sees you.

His breath gets knocked from his lungs harder than he expected.

He can just barely see your face behind your veil, but that doesn't stop his eyes from welling up with the intense emotions swirling around inside of him. You look so beautiful.

So radiant.

Watching breathlessly, he sees a hint of a smile on your sweet face.

That's what breaks the dam.

When you first started walking, your legs felt like cooked noodles.

But the second you locked eyes with him, you felt a surge of strength go through you and a relieved smile spread on your face.

The rest of the walk feels so surreal as you look at him, you almost don't notice the tears sliding down his cheeks.

You only catch it when he wipes them briefly.

Smile widening, you try to telepathically let him know it's okay.

You can cry.

Jungkook can't take his eyes from you, not for a split second.

It feels as though you two are the only ones in the building.

In the entire world.

It feels like an eternity but also like the blink of an eye before you're standing right in front of him, and he can see your face a little more.

The look you give him is clear as he takes your hand.

He doesn't feel anxious to be worthy of you, or that he is lacking in any way.

Doesn't feel the need to be good enough to marry you.

Your words from a few months ago suddenly fly into his brain as you smile at him.

"There's n-no such thing as good e-enough. You don't h-have to be good in m-my eyes," you had whispered, "I don't want y-you to be perfect. W-with all your f-faults and morals and strengths and w-weaknesses, you are enough, J-Jeon Jungkook."

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Anyone in the crowd would relay that it was the most beautiful ceremony they had ever witnessed, the two of you lighting up the entire room just by being together was something they weren't sure they'd have the privilege of seeing again no matter how many weddings they attended.

By the time the vows were said and Jungkook had slipped the ring on your finger, and you slipped the other on his, there was not a single dry eye in the entire church.

The priest smiles warmly at the two of you before gesturing his hands out gently.

"I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride!"

Jungkook takes the edges of your veil with shaky hands, lifting it gently and revealing your bright smile to him.

You truly are the loveliest being to ever walk the face of this Earth.

He cups your soft cheeks with his hands and leans close to you, his nose bumping with yours briefly before you feel his lips touch yours.

You don't even hear the claps and cheers of the crowd, too enchanted by Jungkook's lips molding perfectly with yours, the breath from his nose fanning your cheeks as you feel yourself sink into him more and more with every passing moment.

The kiss feels like forever but was really only a few seconds.

When the two of you finally pull away, you see his eyes come into focus on your face.

He must've been in a trance for a minute too.

"Whoop whoooop!"

You and Jungkook break into laughter at the sound of Taehyung cheering and whistling loudly.

You turn your head to look at the crowd, seeing smiles everywhere as they clap and clap.

The crowd's excitement doesn't dwindle as Jimin and Tae approach you two.

Jungkook takes your hand in his and lifts them so Jimin can gently wrap a thick white ribbon around your wrists, connecting you. He steps back so Tae can hand you each a lit candle in your free hands.

You and Jungkook walk over to the big candle to the left of where you were standing for the ceremony, lifting your candles and lighting it together.

The crowd's cheers get louder.

You hand the candles to Tae, who smiles brightly at the two of you and gives you a wink.

In the next second, you drag Jungkook with you towards the front aisle to go out ahead of the rest of the wedding party.

Stepping out of the little church's front doors, you laugh in delight at the sight of millions of bubbles greeting you as you walk with him down the steps, his eyes trained on you the entire time.

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The reception is in the basement of the church where you got married, the area more spacious than one would think.

Tables around the room are decorated with the black and yellow wedding colors, as elegant as you had hoped. The dance floor in the middle of the room has plenty of space for the guests.

All the families of the kids you taught back in Seoul and the families of the kids you teach in Busan are milling about, talking with the other guests.

The toasts were made and now everyone is either enjoying the food or dancing on the dance floor to their heart's content as colorful lights shine around them.

"Sure you're not hungry?" Jungkook asks for the tenth time as you two watch the guests dance, his hand rests on your hip as you look around the room with a beaming grin.

You laugh and shake your head, "I a-ate already, Koo!"

His shy smile makes your heart melt in your chest.

"Are you h-hungry?" You ask quietly, a teasing lilt to your voice.

He shrugs, "Not really, I probably will be soon though."

You nod, chest warming when his hand moves around your waist even more, the unconscious protectiveness about him making you giggle.

"Hey, you two."

You and Jungkook turn to see Seokjin and Yoongi approaching, genuine smiles on their faces.

"Hi!" You wave happily.

"Hey, I wasn't sure you'd make it," Jungkook says honestly, a smile breaking out on his face.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Seokjin says sincerely, "We were sitting closer to the back of the church, so you probably didn't see us. Congratulations by the way!"

"Yeah, congrats! Beautiful ceremony." Yoongi chimes in happily.

You and Jungkook thank them profusely, Jin exchanging a look with your husband that you don't catch.

He really is happy for the two of you, and Jungkook can see that from the look he gives him.

"I'm going to go grab some food," Yoongi says after some small talk, "I'm starving!"

"I'll join you," Seokjin laughs, "Have fun you two!"

You wave to them, then you look at Jungkook.

"W-what's wrong?" You ask, worried.

He comes out of his brief trance and shakes his head, "Nothing, sorry. It just means a lot to me that they're here."

You smile softly and lean over to peck his cheek, making him laugh.

"Hey, lovebirds."

"Hey, Tae," Jungkook greets the out of breath young man who has just come from the dance floor.

"Mind if I steal the lovely bride for a dance?"

Jungkook looks at you to see you smile and nod at him, "Fine by me, as long as you don't steal her away."

You laugh at his silliness and take Tae's hand, letting him lead you back to the dance floor while Jungkook joins Namjoon at the drink table.

"You're a lucky man, Jeon," Namjoon says before taking a drink.

Jungkook looks over at you, watching with a smile as you laugh and dance with Taehyung clumsily.

"I know," he whispers.

Then he glances at Namjoon's waist to see a small bulge near his right pocket, something definitely being kept out of sight but ready to grab.

"You don't think anything's going to happen, do you?"

The man looks down and sees what his younger friend is referring to, then he shakes his head with a laugh, "Nah. I'm a hitman Kook, I never go anywhere unarmed, you know that. Besides, you really think I'd come to my friend's wedding without taking precautions? Hell nah. The boys are armed too," He gestures at the other hitmen that Jungkook and Tae lived with for years, wandering around the room, "Y'all are safe, okay?"

He knew that there was a shadow of doubt, of fear in Jungkook's mind about the whole ceremony.

After years of living in secret and on the run, how could there not be?

Just knowing there are people keeping their eyes out, makes him feel much better.

Jungkook nods, "Thanks, hyung."

"Sure thing."

Jungkook takes a big gulp of his drink, keeping his eyes on you over the brim of his cup while you dance.

He sighs after the long drink as he glances around briefly.

His eyes lock with Seokjin's across the room, who is holding a plate of food.

The officer looks pointedly at a few of the hitmen mingling, then he looks back at Jungkook.

The look is clear.

I'm aware of who they are and what they have.

He gives Jungkook a small smile and shakes his head in amusement.

Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything about it.

A relieved smile spreads on Jungkook's face and he nods at the cop.

A rough nudge from Namjoon makes the younger one turn to him.

"Hm?"

The elder smirks, "A little birdie told me the next dance is a slow one. Might wanna get your lady back before Taehyung gets any ideas."

Jungkook laughs and hands his cup to Namjoon, "Thanks, see you later."

Then he makes his way to the dance floor, his eyes trained on you the whole time.

Your grin makes him smile subconsciously as you and Tae dance like a couple of goofballs in what appears to be a dance where you're acting as the man and Tae as the woman as you spin him around.

The song ends and Tae high fives you, both of you laughing breathlessly as Jungkook approaches.

"Hey, Kook!" Tae hollers above the noise of the crowd, "Come back to claim your bride?"

You smile at Jungkook as he nods, "As long as she still wants me after that dance."

"S-silly!" You giggle, taking his hand and squishing up to his side.

Taehyung bows to you clumsily, then he's off to find Yeona.

You feel Jungkook's hand on your waist and turn to face him as the next song starts to play.

Your new husband bows deeply, dramatically.

"May I have this dance, your highness?" He looks at you with a sneaky grin.

You clear your throat and get into character as you look down at him.

"Mm, I suppose. You are q-quite handsome, I m-must admit."

His grin widens as you take his hand.

Jungkook pulls you in close, until your noses are mere centimeters apart.

Needing to cross your eyes to see him, you giggle at his silly antics.

Quickly pecking your nose, he pulls away so he can see you clearly, the sound of your giggles making his heart melt.

"Is it how you imagined?" He asks quietly as the two of you sway gently to the music.

"More," you whisper back, "M-much more."

His soft smile makes you feel like you need to scream, he's just too cute and handsome, you're not sure how you're able to handle it.

What on earth are you going to do now that this ethereal human will be living with you and spending every waking moment at your side?

Heaven help you.

"You're so beautiful," Jungkook says, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Thank y-you, you've s-said that at l-least ten times since th-the reception started," you tease quietly, shy from his compliment.

He nods, "You're right, and you're going to hear it a lot more."

You smile and shake your head at his cheesiness.

"You're n-not the same b-boy I met," you look into his eyes, "He would n-never have been th-this open."

He chuckles lowly, "He never even thought he'd get married, let alone to the loveliest girl in the world. Give me a break, okay?"

The two of you continue to laugh and talk, just enjoying each other's company, not even aware of the other people in the room.

Neither of you notice Tae standing just outside the dance floor, sneaking a quick picture on his polaroid camera, making sure to note to himself to add it to the collection.

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When it's time to cut the cake, which you had wanted to do a little later, you and Jungkook gush over the gorgeous masterpiece that halmeoni created, making her blush and hush you both.

Jungkook hands you the knife, "Can I trust you not to kill me with this?"

You hush him with a laugh as he takes your hand in his and guides it to the cake, cutting it together with you.

Once you've got a piece and Yeona is cutting the rest of the cake for the guests, you get a fingerful of the fluffy frosting and smear it on Jungkook's cheek before he even knows what you're doing.

"Hey!"

He swipes at the cake and the next thing you know; you've also got some frosting decorating each of your cheeks as you laugh.

Then Jungkook takes the fork and gets a piece of the cake, holding it for you to eat.

You do, the sweetness coating your tongue perfectly.

Just what you needed.

The guests keep complimenting halmeoni on a job well done as the cake is both stunning to look at and tastes incredible.

She smiles and thanks them humbly, always the sweetheart.

You set the plate down and grab a napkin, turning to wipe the frosting off your husband's cheek before he returns the gesture.

You reach for your glass but as you're about to grab it to take a sip, you start to feel funny and the cup slips from your grasp.

"J-"

Thankfully, he was right by your side when the seizure started, holding on to your waist and supporting your weight as you stare blankly ahead.

"I've got you, sweetpea," he whispers, watching your face while making sure you're safe.

It only lasts about a minute before he sees your gaze come back into focus and you blink, looking around slowly in confusion.

"Kook?"

"You're okay," he says gently, one hand still around your waist keeping you steady, and the other coming up to cup your cheek, "You had a seizure, love."

You gulp and look at him with tears in your eyes, but he shakes his head and smiles sweetly at you, "It only lasted a minute, you're okay. Everything's okay, no one even noticed."

Nodding, you blink back the tears.

"Take some deep breaths, baby," he instructs you, breathing slowly with you and nodding encouragingly as you start to feel more grounded, "Thaaat's it, good girl."

His warm hand cupping your cheek is helpful in bringing you back to where you are, the sounds of the celebration coming back as you continue to look in his eyes.

"Hey, is everything alright? ____, you okay?"

Taehyung is the only one that noticed something was happening as he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You nod as Jungkook tucks some hair behind your ear and answers for you, "She's okay, just a small seizure, no biggie."

"Is there anything I can do?" Tae asks.

Jungkook looks at him, thinking for a second, "Would you mind getting her a glass of water? You can meet us in the lounge area."

Tae nods and leaves quickly.

You let Jungkook keep a hold of you while he leads you just outside the basement doors into a small lounge where there are a few couches. The sound of the music fades as the doors close.

Sitting down on the longest middle couch, you bite your lip.

"S-sorry..."

Jungkook kneels in front of where you sit, leaning forward and kissing your forehead sweetly, "Nothing to apologize for, baby."

The music drifts into the lounge briefly as Tae comes in, then it fades again as he shuts the door behind him.

"Here's some water, ____. Yeona also suggested getting you some crackers."

You thank him as he sits next to you and hands you the glass, watching as you take a few sips and then handing you a cracker to nibble on.

Jungkook stays on the ground at your feet, his hand rubbing up and down on your lower leg, just under your dress.

Feeling a bit choked up, you swallow the lump in your throat.

The way they both care for you is something you still have yet to grow used to, even though it's been the norm for a while now.

It just makes your heart hurt in such a good way, healing parts of you that you hadn't known were broken.

"Are your feet sore?" Jungkook asks, pulling you back to the present.

You nod hesitantly, your cheeks heating up when he ever so gently pulls your shoes off and starts to rub your stockinged feet.

It truly feels like you're being treated like a queen, much to Jungkook's intent.

He wants to make sure you know how important you are to him, how much he loves you and will always love you.

click.

You and Jungkook look over to where Tae is standing now, the polaroid in his hand and a huge grin on his face.

"What? You think I'd let this opportunity pass?" He scoffs, "I'll take every chance I can to document the proof of how much Jungkook is a fucking simp for you, ____. Your future kids will never let you live this down, Kook."

You look at Jungkook to see him chuckle, but it seems a bit sad as he looks back down at your feet and bites his lip.

"I w-wonder what Lotus would s-say about this," you pipe up, to distract him, "Do you th-think he would die, kn-knowing the girl he's tr-trying to kill would be th-the one who’s feet he's rubbing now?"

Jungkook and Tae burst into laughter at your joke, the awkward silence completely dissolving into thin air.

"He'd have a damn heart attack and croak," Tae guffaws, "I'd pay to see the look on his face."

Jungkook shakes his head as he laughs, cheeks tinted pink.

When he looks back up at you, his heart aches in his chest at the look you give him.

"I love you," you mouth, your big eyes shining brighter than he's ever seen.

"I love you too," he whispers back as Tae shakes the image coming from the camera and blabs on about how well the whole day has gone.

Better than you had ever dreamed of.

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Your feet are killing you even more than they were during your little break in the lounge area.

It's nearly nine at night and most of the guests have gone home to put their kids to bed, but a lot of them stayed, partying until they couldn't anymore.

Yeona hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek before pulling back, "Have a great time, and be sure to take a lot of pictures!"

Taehyung hugs Jungkook before hugging you just as tight, "Keep him in line, babe. He's a troublemaker," he winks at Jungkook, who shakes his head with a laugh, "Jeon, you better get good pics, or I'll kill you myself."

"Why do you guys doubt me so much??" Jungkook asks incredulously as your friends laugh.

Jimin is the last one to hug you, holding you tighter than anyone so far, "Stay safe and have a wonderful time, ____. You deserve it so much."

"Thank you, J-Jimin."

You wipe at your eyes when he pulls away, letting him squeeze your hand.

"Get some sleep on the flight, okay?" Jimin reminds you sweetly.

You nod before Taehyung cuts in loudly, "Yeah, just because you just got married doesn't mean you can get freaky on the plane-"

"Kim Taehyung!" Yeona hollers as your face turns bright red.

You glance at Jungkook to see a hand covering his eyes as if he believes that if he can't see his best friend, he doesn't exist.

"What?! I'm serious!"

Tae winces when halmeoni smacks him on the back of the head.

He rubs the sore spot, pouting, "It's not like I'm the only one thinking it-"

"Have a wonderful honeymoon!!" Yeona shouts happily, cutting off anything else her foolish boyfriend might decide to say.

You thank her again, then pull Jungkook towards the front where a sleek black car is waiting to take you to the airport, waving to everyone as you leave.

Jimin brought you a change of clothes and your luggage, he and Yeona are going to take your dress and all of your gifts to the apartment for you, so you don't have to worry.

The small crowd of friends continue to shout their goodbyes while you run to the car and Jungkook opens the door for you, letting you slide in before climbing in after you, waving once more and then shutting the door.

It’s silent for a second.

"Fucking assclown," Jungkook growls, his face dropping into his hands.

You can feel the embarrassment physically seeping off of him.

"The airport?" The driver confirms.

"Yes, p-please," you say kindly, "Thank y-you."

"Of course," The driver then pushes a button, and a black screen goes up, separating the back from the front, so that you and Jungkook can have some privacy.

"I'm s-sorry, Kook..."

You watch as he stays hidden in his hands for a second before his shoulders shake a little with laughter, which brings a smile to your face.

When he finally takes his hands from his face and looks at you, you can see how deep his blush is, even in the darkened car.

"What the fuck goes on in that brain of his?"

You shrug, your mouth twisting in an attempt to not laugh.

But when you see Jungkook losing his own fight not to smile, you break, giggles slipping from your mouth as he shakes his head and leans back into the car seat with a loud groan.

"He's lucky we won't see him again for the next two weeks."

"He r-really is, I w-was scared you were g-g-gonna punch him."

"I almost did. Freaking dumbass."

It's silent save for your little chuckles for the next few minutes.

Then you look over at him when you feel his gaze on you.

"What?" You ask in a tiny voice, seeing him look at you in a way you can’t quite decipher.

"Nothing."

"No, t-tell me."

"I just love you is all," he says quietly, reaching over and taking your hand, "I can't wait to spend the next few weeks alone with you. And then the rest of our lives."

His words make your heart skip a beat, then it starts beating faster when he leans over and kisses your cheek, then your chin.

"Do you think he can see through that divider?" Jungkook mumbles, placing another kiss on your jaw.

"I- I d-don't know," your tummy is doing little flips as he kisses along your jawline before pulling back and smirking at your flushed cheeks.

"I'm kidding sweetpea; I wouldn't take that chance. I'm impatient, but I'm not that impatient."

A nervous laugh slips from your lips and a low chuckle falls from his.

"Not yet anyway."

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starry-bugs · 6 months

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i just wanna know more about the worldbuilding in demonoier au, literally whatever occult lore you wanna share. are there different kinds of demons, or angels for that matter? hierarchies? different planes? how do they feel about human beliefs about them, any superstitions they find funny or annoying? (you absolutely don’t have to answer all of these, also i hope you feel better soon!!)

moth I owe you my life for this strap the fuck in. ^_^

okay so! demons and angels used to be like one species, and they split like thousands of years ago. heaven and hell used to be more of what people think of as an afterlife, but now they're really just where demons and angels are born.

because of angels and demons stemming from the same source, it's easy for one to become the other under the right circumstances. like roier just leaving and being happier not being an angel was what turned him from a more feathery fallen angel and into how he is now.

demons and angels integrated into mortal society around 500 years ago by the time the au takes place, so everyone's pretty used to them hanging around. and there's a lot of people with angels or demons in their family trees

heaven and hell aren't accessible unless you've got a portal or a spell to get there. they used to be, like thousands of years ago, but it's not a good look for mortals to somehow fucking stumble into them so they're hidden.

okay so onto types of angels and demons!

so for demons what you are is more of just how you came to be, there's not a lot of demons who are the way they are for a job so to speak.

like roier is officially classified as a fallen angel, he used to be an angel and now he's not. or dapper and ramon who are twin demons, demons who used to be one singular being before they were born. there are demons of lust but nobody in the story is one of those, cellbit just thinks melissa is but she's not.

bad is one of the few demons who is a demon because of what he does, he's a reaper. technically anybody can become a reaper but they're usually demons or angels.

phil is like his angel counterpart, an angel of death. he does the same job as bad, the only difference being he's an angel.

etoiles is another type of angel, a guardian angel. he's a protector of the people around him, they used to be sent down specifically for certain people but now they usually protect an area or their families.

antoine is an Angel with a capital A. his true form is always hidden because it would probably drive any mortal who saw it to insanity. he's honestly just hanging out and there's not a lot of angels like him.

there's also risen demons, aka demons who became angels. that's what kameto is even though I've literally never spoken about him before

there's not really hierarchies in demons and angels anymore, there haven't been since heaven and hell became more like earth.

I'm also gonna talk a bit about summoning, since it's a huge part of the story.

summoning is basically speed dial for demons and angels, and depending on how you do it it's either like facetime or there's now a man in your house. (looking at you cellbit)

roier thought he closed his summoning line ages ago, back when bobby was born, so he was pretty fucking surprised when he showed up in cellbit's attic. he did eventually shut that one down and make a new one, and another one that won't pull him out of his house randomly.

roier's favorite superstition is the idea that he can steal souls. he absolutely can't, but he loves scaring the shit out of people who think he can. getting someone's soul is basically fucking marriage, and there's really only one soul he even wants.

#asks #demonoier au #also tyyyy ♡

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angelsdean · 1 year

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my tags on my prev reblog re: dean's misinterpreted attitude toward monsters just got me thinking abt sam and the bloodfreak stuff in general and like, as we know a lot of the early seasons were framed in sam's pov so a lot of the time it' him who's feeling like a monster and projecting that onto others to confirm his own beliefs abt himself. like when he finds out abt john telling dean to kill him if he goes darkside sam suddenly is in agreement w/ john saying john's right and dean has to do it because dad said so !!! anyways that's just preface to what i want to say which is, sam isn't really a monster. what i mean is, he's not a monster in the inherent sense that he seems to think he is, and that's part of the reason why dean pushes back against the demon blood stuff because he knows sam can be saved and for dean his number one job is to save sam because the alternative is following john's order and that's something he just cannot do. so it makes sense that dean would do whatever it takes even if that's being a little mean or forceful (calling him a monster, echoing john by telling him not to walk out that door to give sam pause, forcing him to detox) because he does not want to kill his brother.

but anyways, sam is not a monster in the way he (and a lot of fans) thinks he's a monster. he was Not born a monster, it's not something that is intrinsically and inherently part of him. and i'd argue there's really nothing special or "chosen one"-esque about him (aside from the lucifer bloodline making him a better candidate for vessel purposes), he was just a regular baby who was dosed with demon blood, which in the text is treated as a drug / addiction. there was nothing special about any of the babies azazel dosed, they were just the children of people he'd made deals with. i think pretty much any baby (possibly even adult) who's fed demon blood from a powerful enough demon (like a Prince of Hell) would develop psychic powers. so it's not something completely out of his control that's turning him into a monster like a virus or a vampire / werewolf bite where he can't stop the progression. it's not happening to him he's making active choices to strengthen those powers and the more he feeds the more he wants it. everything w/ ruby is framed as him knowing he's doing something "wrong", the sneaking around, the lying. and i think dean's response is along the lines of "we need to get you help. we need to stop this because it's something that can be stopped. and if we stop it then i won't have to see you lose yourself or go too far. because if you go too far and start hurting people then i might have to kill you and i can't do that so please just let us save you." and i think that's fair. yes he and bobby maybe go about things the wrong way but i think it's born out of desperation. and also it's not a rejection of "this is who you are and we hate you for being a monster" it's "you're making choices that are leading you down a dangerous path and we're scared we may lose you so we're trying to stop you from going too far down that road."

like the end goal of all the bloodfreak stuff (ruby's end goal) was to free lucifer and freeing lucifer would mean sam becoming his vessel. they obviously don't know all that at the time, but in hindsight it's like, yea we should've curbed that bloodfreak stuff sooner. also heaven was telling dean to stop sam too and that he was going down a dangerous path and that if dean doesn't stop him they will (likely meaning death) so again, of course dean's gonna try to do whatever he can to stop sam even if it's by not great methods. (also heaven was playing him too bc they also wanted lucifer to be freed so that Destiny could come to pass)

#i've been thinking a lot abt the bloodfreak stuff lately #esp whenever i see takes that sam is like inherently different or monstrous #like he's really not ??? he was just a baby who was fed demon blood like many other babies #i read the bloodfreak stuff thru an addition lens moreso than a 'there's something inherently wrong w/ me' lens #which is also why the queercoded sam stuff often just. does not stick for me. like i Can see where ppl are coming from #but when you don't view sam's monstrous-ness as inherent then it's like. well it doesn't make for good parallels to queerness #whereas you take the shifter / dean parallels and it's like !!!! the shifter relating to dean and saying they're alike in many ways #that they were both born different and hated before they had to make themselves different and both just want someone to love them #and the shifter as dean earlier telling sam he's a freak he knows he's a freak and that everyone will always leave him #it's just different the way dean's ''freakness'' is framed as something inherent to him #while sam's is literally literally !! something that was Introduced to him after the fact not something he was born with #i'm sorry and this isn't sam crit it's more. interpretation crit ?#but also i think we can all have different and conflicting interpretations too bc sometimes i'm like yea. queer sam!#(tho often that has nothing to do w/ the monster-coding)#but idk i've just been thinking abt the bloodfreak stuff lately and how other characters reacted to it and how it's framed from sam's pov #vs deans and other characters. like sam seems to think there is something inherently wrong w/ him and so a lot of viewers believe it #but from outside perspectives dean and bobby and even heaven view it as an addiction and as choices sam's making that he can stop #vic.txt #mymeta #long post #sam studies

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watchingspnagain · 15 days

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Rewatching Good God, Y'All

Welcome to “But Does One Simply Drive an Impala into Mordor?: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e2: Good God, Y’All.

The boys are worried about Bobby, who has lost the use of his legs and won’t speak. Dean shows off an x-ray of their very pretty carved ribs just before Cas calls Sam to find out where they are because, oh right, the pretty ribs mean they’re hidden from *all* angels, even pocket angel. Cas reveals that he’s cut off from Heaven and thus can’t heal Bobby (who has something to say about that—yay! He’s talking!) because then they couldn’t save healing him for some more dramatic time later on. Cas wants Dean’s samulet because it supposedly glows hot in the presence of orcs God. Dean doesn’t want to give it up, but Cas Dom-Voices him into it. Rufus calls Bobby for help in a town overrun by demons. The boys go to check it out, running into Ellen and Jo, who are hunting together now. Seems like everyone in this town thinks everyone else is a demon. Turns out no one is. The first of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, War, has arrived, and he’s making different groups of townsfolk think the other groups are possessed. Sam and Dean each figure this out independently because they are both smarties. They cut War’s ring from his finger, vanquishing him and gaining a piece of jewelry that, huh, seems like maybe it might be important later. At the end of the episode, Dean confesses that he's not sure he can trust Sam anymore, and they decide to go their separate ways. Uh-huh.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Mace:

oh, you’re a sword, DeanDean, don’t fight it

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Lor:

oh good. Jo.

Mace:

UGH

Mace:

BACK RUB

Mace:

I bet Dean gives extremely good back rubs

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

they're xrays, Sam. says that right there

Mace:

god, even their flipping ribs are pretty now

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA OMG

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

OMG LOOKIT HIM STRIDING

Mace:

omg is this the scene where Misha falls to the floor to disappear?

Mace:

YES

Lor:

I think it is!

Lor:

"Say again."

Mace:

remind me what’s wrong with Bobby?

Mace:

“I heard that” HAHAHA

Lor:

he's paralyzed from the waist down but I kinda forget why already? (Ed: We remembered eventually.)

Mace:

cripes, Cas is extra gorgeous here

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

oh Cas, oh honey, you're so earnest, baby

Mace:

HE’S NOT ON ANY FLATBREAD

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

"no he's not on any flatbread"

Lor:

HAHAHA

Lor:

CHUCKLES

Mace:

“literally at the end of days” oh Dean, you’ve got, like 10 years left at least

Mace:

YES

Lor:

I love that Dean is SO anti-God all through but later when he actually meets him and confirms that he does not in fact care, it wrecks him so much

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

YEP

Mace:

get a little closer there, Cas

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

he's SO STERN i cannot

Mace:

YES

Lor:

OMG that LOOK when he turns to Dean

Mace:

YES

Mace:

“NO”… “alright I guess”

Mace:

that didn’t take long

Lor:

"may I borrow it?" "NO" *VOICE* "Dean, give it to me" *dean does*

DOM VOICE

Mace:

that’s not exactly how you play hard to get Dean

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

“now I feel naked” “I’ll be in touch” NICE

Lor:

"now I feel naked" haaaahahahahahah

Lor:

"tell him to send legs" HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

I refuse to believe that they did not know what they were doing with Dean and Cas right from the start

Mace:

meh, I think the writers are mostly idiots, to be honest, and stumbled onto the good stuff. the rest is all on Jensen, Jared, and Cas as amazing actors

Lor:

lolololol I love the establishing shot: snowy mountains, must be Colorado, right?

Lor:

I MEANT Jensen and Cas

Lor:

omg DUDE we BOTH called Misha Cas haaaaahahahahaha

Mace:

oh AHA! well yes then

Mace:

OMG HAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

omg the tone of the music with the destruction

Mace:

quality soundtrack choice

Lor:

omg I LOVE when music goes from undiegetic to diegetic

Mace:

YES

Mace:

“hello boys” NOT YOUR LINE, ELLEN

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

ALSO HOW ABOUT A HUG

Lor:

okay there it is. jeez

Mace:

HAHAHHA

Lor:

hahahaha the slap

Mace:

I don’t like her, but I do like that she calls Dean “kid"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

and the "yes, ma'am"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

agreed. I always love it when someone treats him like they love him, especially WHILE they are tearing him a new one, but Ellen as a character? meh

Mace:

exactly

Mace:

just because she’s a pregnant woman, Dean, doesn’t mean she can’t handle herself. Jesus.

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

although I do suspect that THAT pregnant woman might not be able to

Mace:

well sure but I’m trying to make a point here, Lor

Lor:

I DO apologize. *drags over a box for you*

Lor:

that canned soup probably has enough salt in it to be useful

Mace:

*checks to see if box has cookies in it before realizing it’s full of soap*

Mace:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Lor:

*hands you another, smaller, box, this one WITH cookies*

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

*munches*

Mace:

Sammy, no. Don’t lick that.

Lor:

look, in GENERAL, Sammy, don't like knives

Lor:

*lick. dammit

Lor:

like them all you want

Mace:

SNORK

Mace:

WHY is it that every pregnant character on the screen is constantly holding her belly. NO ONE ACTUALLY DOES THAT

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

Lor:

ooooof, Dean

Lor:

I feel like if I had ever been pregnant, I would have used the shelf as a good place to rest the snacks

Mace:

YEP

Mace:

been there

Lor:

I mean, the boobies work, surely the baby bump would too

Mace:

works pretty good until the kicking starts

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

now I'm picturing chips just like flying out of the bowl

Mace:

SNORK

Mace:

ope, fret boys

Mace:

not really any of your business, Ellen

Lor:

okay, so Sam is incredibly hot when he gets angry and shoves people and Dean is incredibly hot shoved up against a wall. it's fine. I'm fine

Mace:

HAHAHAHA RIGHT?!

Lor:

also SOME GIRL? Have you met them? They never like the same girls

Lor:

and girls are always about one of them or the other

Mace:

right?! she’s a dummy

Lor:

WATCH THE SHOW ELLEN

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

YAY RUFUS

Mace:

YES

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

right?

Lor:

"random's good"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"this isn't x-files, pal"

Mace:

Ellen really should be a great character. strong woman and all, but she just… sucks. and I can’t really figure out what it is about her that doesn’t work

Mace:

Lor:

right? she should be great but she's just kind of annoying

Mace:

is it the actor? the writing? maybe a little of both

Lor:

lol the poor pastor

Lor:

yeah, probably a bit of both

Mace:

HAHAHA YEP

Mace:

War is excellent, on the other hand

Lor:

YES

Mace:

War’s a daddy and I’m okay with that

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

“that’s adorable” HA

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

Oh Sammy, don’t listen to him

Mace:

look at those puppy eyes

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Mace:

army dude is also a cutie

Lor:

he really is

Mace:

“genius” I love it

Lor:

YES

Mace:

Rufus is master-level snark

Lor:

"stop firing usually means stop firing" I LOVE HIM

Lor:

YES

Lor:

Frodo of the niiiiiine fingers

Mace:

War calling them kiddos to parallel Ellen

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

omg Dean’s LotR reference!

Mace:

You two

Lor:

"so pit stop at mount doom" DEEEAN

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

Oh Sammy, I love you just the way you are

Lor:

well of course

Lor:

omg Dean's squinty face before he agrees

Mace:

UGH THESE TWO

Lor:

and his freeeeckles

Mace:

you KNOW you don’t want to be apart, boys. just STOP

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

maybe someone should knock their heads together

Lor:

OMG offering Sam Baby

Mace:

THEY TOTALLY SHOULD

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"you too, Sammy" OMG BOYS STOOOOOP

Mace:

FRUSTRATION NOISES

Lor:

LOL YES

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 5x02 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoiler #spn 5x02 #watchingspnagain fraught #watchingspnagain handwaving #watchingspnagain music #watchingspnagain treatment of female characters

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enochianribs · 1 year

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HAPPY NOV 5TH, ‘CULE.

To celebrate two years of re-hysteria and the previous six years of my supernatural hysteria... behold: some of my favorite fics.

Mind the tags, of course. Hope you find one you like!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.🖤 .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nothing Equals the Splendor - RurouniHime // E - Fix It

Maybe it’s the cynic in him. The hunter, always under the surface of any quietude he ever found. Or maybe it’s just that he has always had trouble with blind faith. But after a while (a blink? A decade? A century?), Dean raises his eyebrows, looks around, and says—

“Uh. No.”

It’s so close. Just so slightly imperfect. And maybe, he analyzes, maybe that’s the final knell of this bell called contentment. Dean’s experience with happiness has always been that last rise in the road, right before it turns. Right before fate comes barreling around the corner head on.

new testament (more of the same ‘verse) - outpastthemoat // G+M - Angst

No heaven. No hell. Just Dean and Cas and the status quo. [15/15] angst and character exploration circa post season-8, with a happy ending. bittersweet.

Sam Winchester, Ally At Law - alittleduck // T - Crack

Sam was pretty sure he could read every single gay friendly guide to coming out or supporting queer family members ever written and literally none of them would even imply that arguing with gay people that they were actually just homophobic constituted as "ally behavior". However, Sam was equally sure that none of those book authors had found themselves accidentally watching their brother get pounded by an Angel of the Lord at 9 am on Tuesday, so Sam was pretty sure he might actually still have the higher ground. Now, if only Jack would stop trying to bond with Dean using gay slurs long enough for Sam to convince everyone of that, he might just be able to cobble together some remnant of sanity or, failing that, dignity.

Or, the one where Sam desperately wants to invent PFLAG but Dean won't stop teaching Jack gay slurs.

Spacious Skies - domesticadventures // T - Fluff

The static merges with the rumble of the engine, with Dean’s intermittent snoring, with the thump of the tires as they cross seams in the road. Cas reaches over and takes Dean’s hand in his own.

sweeter coming from my hand - perilously // E - Fluff

“In conclusion: Dean Winchester, will you marry me?”

“What?” Dean almost chokes on his sandwich.

“I’m trying to save your soul,” Cas snaps. “You don’t have to look so horrified.”

For All You Young Hockey Players Out There - thursdayfallenangel // E - AU

Dean Winchester knows two things about hockey, two things his dad made sure he knew. One, hockey is a guy’s sport, and two, hockey is family. Hockey meant Sam and Bobby and Benny and Victor and Gabriel and hell, his entire team. So when Victor gets traded, Russian-star-turned-new-teammate Castiel Krushnic becomes a threat. As much as Dean hates him for that, the longer he sticks around, the more he begins to threaten that first rule too. Dean’s been taught his whole life that those who play hockey should not be captivated by deep accented voices and the way a guy handles his stick, so how the hell is he supposed to justify what he’s starting to think about Cas? All Dean wanted at the beginning of the season was to win, and now all he wants to do is figure out how he feels about Cas and how to deal with it without ruining his career and tearing his family apart.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.🖤 .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#ficrecs #destiel #spn

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Aaaaah too many good prompts!!

"none of what you said made any sense, i can't believe they have you this flustered." for rulie? because honestly I could see that being either of them.

Reggie is so screwed.

Hell, he only knows about the quiz because Kayla tipped him off, and he doesn't need to flip through his notes to know that they're basically useless, obscured by doodles of a curly-haired angel with a gap-toothed grin. He racks his brain, but he can't remember what they've been covering. Some new kind of verb?

He only remembers the way Julie's fingers had brushed against his when she handed him his pencil, the soft glow of her eyes in the afternoon sun and the violent case of butterflies she'd set off in his stomach.

Reggie groans at his lunch.

"I'm gonna fail Spanish."

Luke pats his cheek. "That's ironic, buddy."

"What—why are you misquoting Avatar The Last Airbender at me?"

Bobby snorts as he peels his orange, glancing at Reggie with a quirked eyebrow.

"Maybe because the girl you're half in love with is effortlessly fluent. Just a thought."

He blushes, letting out an undignified little noise that some might call a squeak.

"I'm not in love with her!"

"Not yet," Alex says with a shrug, "but she's also the reason you can't focus. You have to admit that it's pretty ironic, Reg."

Luke claps his shoulder before Reggie can protest any further, smirking heavily.

"Don't look now, bro. She's coming."

"What?!"

He whips his head around, cursing himself when they make eye contact. Of course he chose to look the one time Luke wasn't bluffing. She simply smiles and waves, increasing her pace ever so slightly.

He's still trying to decide if it would be weird to turn back around or not when she's standing right in front of him, hugging some notebooks to her chest and looking downright radiant in her yellow dress. There's a matching ribbon that's been braided into her hair, and her smile only serves to soften her impossibly warm eyes. She literally seems heaven sent.

He gapes at her like an idiot as she shines on him expectantly, and Luke thumps him on the back. He clears his throat.

"Sorry, um. What was that?"

Julie giggles. "I asked you if you were ready for Spanish. I heard that Mrs. Cutright is springing a quiz on us."

"Yeah—I mean, no—um—necessitas—shit—necess—ito—usar—uh—"

She rescues him with a shake of her head and a sweet smile as she gently says, "Necessitas mis notas?"

"Yes!" He angles his body to look at her better, nodding rapidly. "Si, no se—shit—se no hago—fuck it—you're an actual angel, I owe you—my firstborn, whatever you want."

She smiles at the ground and slowly looks at him again, peeking through her lashes.

His heart is bound to burst.

"Gracias, Reggie. Pero empecemos con una cita. Noes niños. Bueno?"

He nods dumbly again even though he has no idea what she just said beyond his name. His stomach flutters at the way her tongue had curled around the letters. He wishes he could say her name half as prettily, but if he could he probably wouldn't be worried about failing.

She laughs again, bright as bells, and offers him one of her notebooks. Their fingers meet, effectively gluing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, but she's unbothered, tossing out what he's mostly certain is a cheerful goodbye before she starts to walk away.

"Me llames!" she calls over her shoulder, then she disappears into the throng of students, leaving him clutching her notebook and what little sanity he still has.

Bobby's the first to break the silence.

"Wow. None of what you said made any sense. I can't believe they have you this flustered. You've known her since we were what, seven? Eight?"

"I always get this flustered!" Reggie defends. "Resident disaster bi, remember?"

Luke hums, swiping a fry from Reggie’s tray. "He has a point, B. I'm sure the whole half in love with her thing only makes it worse, though. Or the boner for romantic languages. Actually, now that I think about it, he was doomed from the start."

Reggie squawks. "I do not have—"

Luke cups his face and locks eyes with him, crooning quietly in French.

Fuck.

Thankfully, Luke has mercy on him and releases him without any more teasing, letting him shove his tray away and press his face into the cool metal of the table.

"Yeah, speaking of which, do you have any idea what Julie said to you, Reg?" Alex asks. "Because if she always talks to you like that, no wonder you're such a wreck."

Luke agrees. "She was definitely flirting with him. I only told him my omelet order."

Fuck!

Reggie lifts his head to look at Alex.

"What did she say to me?"

"Okay, well, you definitely said something about how you were going to give her a child in one way or another—after butchering some basic Spanish—and she was teasing you, saying you should start with a date."

Reggie groans, but Alex keeps talking.

"I mean, she also told you to call her. So I think you're fine. She's obviously into your whole disaster bi thing."

Oh. Oh!

"Maybe just look at her notes before it fails you," Bobby adds, effectively bringing him crashing back down from cloud nine.

That's okay, though. He scrapes by.

He's much more fluent by the time that first baby arrives.

#crush prompts #sorry if the Spanish has any inaccuracies I'm a bit rusty myself #rulie #reggie x julie #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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Comics Comints 3: Animal Man

Previously on Comics Comments: [The Incal] [Solo Levelling]. (Yeah this name is kind of terrible isn’t it? Part of me is like ‘for god’s sake change it’ and part of me is like ‘commit to the bit’.)

I think you could say I tend to like three different sources of comic. One is webcomics. The second is manga (and also manhwa). The third? Comics written by a wizard in the 1980s.

You see, most of the real ‘classic’ comics from this period are by some sort of wizard. Alan Moore? Famously a magician and really looks the part. Grant Morrison? Chaos magician. Alejandro Jodorowsky? Read the last first post in this series lmao.

It’s not actually all that surprising since comics are an incredibly densely symbolic medium which give you a pretty direct line of attack on the collective unconscious, if you believe in that. Being a wizard is probably pretty good training for writing interesting comics. Or maybe Alan Moore’s success just kicked off a fad of trying to find more British wizards to move comics off the shells at DC - pretty much Morrison’s own account of their introduction into the world of comics.

And that brings us to...

Animal Man

(1988-95, written by Grant Morrison, pencilled Chas Truog, Tom Grummett and Paris Cullins, inked Doug Hazlewood, Mark McKenna, Steve Montano and Mark Farmer, coloured Tatjana Wood and Helen Vesik, lettered by John Costanza and Janice Chiang, covers illustrated by Brian Bolland... phew...)

So. Animal Man! Basically the story as Morrison tells it in the intro to the collected edition is...

In 1987, at the height of the critical acclaim for Alan Moore’s work on SWAMP THING and WATCHMEN, DC Comics dispatched a band of troubleshooters on what is quaintly termed a “headhunting mission” to the United Kingdom. The brief was to turn up the stones and see if there weren’t any more cranky Brit authors who might be able to work wonders with some of hte dusty old characters languishing in DC’s back catalogue. As one of those who received the call that year, I had no idea who I might dig up and revamp. On the Glasgow to London train, however, my feverishly overstressed brain at last lighted upon Animal Man. This minor character from the pages of STRANGE ADVENTURES in the ‘60s had always, for heaven only knows what murky reasons, fascinated me and, as the train chugged through a picturesque language of Tudor houses and smiling bobbies on bicycles, I began to put together a scenario involving an out-of-work, married-with-children third-rate superhero who becomes involved with animal rights issues and finds his true vocation in life.

You can read the full introduction here. It’s pretty funny.

In fact, Morrison is leaving out a little of the story. The ‘headhunting mission’ took place after Alan Moore decisively cut ties with DC over issues related to royalties (particularly for merchandising) and a proposed age-rating system. He stopped writing for them after finishing the last few issues of V for Vendetta, and DC went looking for someone new to fill his niche of ‘left-wing British guy, good at prose, wizard’. Along with Morrison, they found...

Jamie Delano, who was approached by DC as the writer of the Swamp Thing spin off Hellblazer; Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean, who collaborated on the Black Orchid limited series, as well as the famous and acclaimed Sandman; Peter Milligan, who launched a new Shade, the Changing Man series; and Scottish creator Grant Morrison, whose pitch of an Animal Man series was approved. Later British creators to work on American comics include Mark Millar, Warren Ellis, Garth Ennis and Paul Jenkins.

This also comes in a time when American comics are getting more and more literary aspirations: complex characterisation, more naturalistic dialogue, less emphasis on superheroes. Which can perhaps also be attributed to Alan Moore. The ‘British invasion’ might be compared with the rise of gekiga in Japan in the 60s and 70s, although here the change was happening not in alternative magazines like Garo but the most mainstream comics. Putting in a pin in that, because I need to learn more about this period.

I came to Animal Man knowing really only one thing: that it gets increasingly metafictional, culminating in an arc where the protagonist goes and meets Grant Morrison themself. This does indeed happen and it’s cool! But before that a bunch of other stuff has to happen to set up the thematic significance of this metafiction...

What follows: a lot of art and story breakdown.

Morrison is a very interesting figure who I’d like to learn a lot more about. I thought of them as another example of the ‘spend years making sequential art instead of transitioning’ archetype, but it seems maybe a little more complicated than that - I think I need to do more research before I try and say anything definitive about the many noticeable ways trans girls figure in the imagination of comics from this period, and it doesn’t factor much in Animal Man compared to say Doom Patrol.

Indeed, main character Buddy is an almost parodically Normal Dad, a blonde white man living in an American suburban house with a white picket fence and... well, 2 children, not 2.5, but you know.

Into this world comes all sorts of weird stuff because it’s a Grant Morrison comic, and a lot of the humour in the earlier parts of the comic comes from the idea of shining a look at the fringes of the DC universe away from the central superhero battles, with a local low-tier superhero making TV appearances and becoming a minor celebrity. I think ‘everyday life in a world where superheroes are real’ has been done a lot since then, but it’s done well here. Being a superhero for Buddy starts out as just a day job; obscure superhero teams from Morrison’s encyclopedic knowledge of DC comics history are made into obscure superhero teams in-universe as well.

I don’t read American comics nearly as often as I read manga and webcomics - working on filling in the gaps there - so it’s hard for me to comment on Truog’s art in contrast to other comics. Which means what strikes me is probably more traits of ‘American Comics’ than this one specifically, but what ho...

The immediate thing I noticed is the immense anatomical precision, particularly when it comes to drawing muscles - something I’d also been struggling with at the time I read it so I was paying attention lol. Peter Chung made an interesting remark in an interview which I’ll quote here...

I think a lot of illustrators realize—and you see this a lot in American comics as well—that if you draw costumes realistically, it's very difficult. You end up spending all your time trying to create believable drapery. So the tendency is to draw skin-tight costumes that mold around the body. This allows you to use the body more. You see this with classical sculpture, and dancers. You try to use the expressive qualities of the human body more—that's why sculptors prefer to work with nudes, as opposed to trying to make the clothing look accurate. Otherwise you end up concentrating on the clothing and not the person.

Fairly early on, Animal Man’s outfit is updated to include a leather jacket, and there’s a solid sense of how to handle the cloth. Here’s an action scene from fairly early on with Buddy fighting against a rat monster created by the tragic villain B’wana Beast (more on him in a bit)...

You can see how the cloth stretches at the elbow and bunches up on the inside fold. This also shows a few other aspects of the art: the shading is completely carried by hatching in the linework, with the colours being flat, either pastel or highly saturated. I think this is in part a limitation of the printing technologies of the time. There’s occasional use of screentone, as you can see on the top right panel there (which downscaling has turned into a moiré pattern...)

In comparison to manga, beyond the general differences in character design, it’s interesting to see what’s different in how action scenes are conveyed. The panelling is generally very regular and rectangular, but there will occasionally be layouts with figures overlapping the border. Some of the ways of conveying motion, like dynamic unbalanced poses, or replacing lines with perpendicular hatching, is also widely used in manga; some aren’t, such as the motion arcs you can see in the page above. There usually isn’t a lot of exaggeration or extreme perspective distortion.

I think the colouring weakens it. The colours mostly serve to separate out different volumes, but they don’t really convey much in their own right. Out of curiosity, I tried putting the page above through desaturate and threshold filters to see what it would look like uncoloured. Here’s a threshold, which is what the inked page would look like...

and here’s a desaturate, which replaces the colours with pure value:

So you can see having some values to separate different elements helps, but honestly I think I prefer it desaturated lol. Still, it’s much better than the overly rendered hyper-contrast style that became popular a decade later.

The other big thing that’s different from what I’m used to in manga is the large amount of narration accompanying panels, typically but not always first-person. This is apparently something Alan Moore is responsible for establishing with V for Vendetta. I think the potential drawback with this approach is that your eyes may go straight for the text boxes, and skip the drawings entirely.

There are absolutely good sequences though, such as when Buddy and his friend the physicist

Despite these small complaints, the art generally works very well. Where it gets interesting is later in the comic when things start to get very meta, so you get a character’s deterioriation represented by using unfinished art (sketches or uninked drawings), and later messing with the formal elements like panel borders. There’s a sequence where a highly advanced Buddy fights an evil version of Superman from another timeline during a massive reality breakdown provoked by a character who is aware of all the discarded storylines and timelines in the DC universe and wants to save them, and thus you get pages like this:

Animal Man’s villains are rarely ever especially villainous, and the tone of a lot of the earlier stories is Buddy finding out about the situation and trying to prevent a tragic outcome and usually failing. Morrison used the comic to some degree to soapbox for animal rights, with early arcs dealing with animal experimentation labs and sadistic dolphin hunters. At one point he even pops by the UK to help out some hunt sabs. But it’s more using this as a source for stories than something purely didactic, and leans into conflicts like Buddy’s ambivalence when his ecoterrorist allies kill a firefighter during an attack on an animal lab as part of a broader arc of his life going to shit; he is, superhero or not, just one man who gets swept up in larger events most of the time.

Speaking of larger events, Morrison’s run on Animal Man coincided with one of DC’s periodic massive crossover events called uhh (*looks up*) Invasion!. Basically a bunch of aliens show up, so Buddy’s helping fight them; then off-screen a ‘gene bomb’ goes off which scrambles Buddy’s powers. (This also played into Morrison’s run on Doom Patrol, which I’m still reading at the moment, so more on that in the future!) The storylines associated with this event - one about an alien artist who wants to terraform the Earth, the other about a washed-up suicidal supervillain - are both good, and ‘aliens show up’ is really not far outside the usual sort of things that happen in Animal Man, but it’s funny that Grant Morrison, at the time ‘just’ an up-and-coming new writer at DC comics, is now probably the only reason that this whole event is still remembered in 2022.

Anyway, let’s get into the metafiction stuff. The story is full of DC deep cuts, and Morrison seems to be very interested in how fictional characters are constructed, how they relate to their readers, how their stories are affected by the outside world...

The first movement in this direction is the story about Wile E. Coyote, which sees him rebel against God for creating a life of ceaseless violence for cartoon animals - only to be punished by incarnating him as a werewolf in the real world. Over the course of that story, Wile E. Crafty is run over, shot, crushed, and blown up, becoming a kind of Jesus-like figure whose suffering is supposed to save the animals. It’s a wonderfully batshit idea, and it works well in context - apparently this comic sold like mad so Morrison was encouraged to take it further. Animal Man’s role in this story - as in quite a lot of stories - is to witness Crafty’s death.

Thus over the course of Animal Man, we encounter a pair of aliens who find that the general trends in comic writing of the day - the emphasis on more complex characterisation for example - is increasingly straining the fabric of fictional reality...

The aliens stage an intervention to try and use Buddy’s memories to repair the timeline (or something??), but this ends up unleashing more chaos down the line, as more and more characters start attaining a fourth-wall breaking awareness. The next arc sets up some unexplained weirdness: a strange ghostly figure of Buddy attempts to communicate with his family, while meanwhile we’re introduced to the character of Highwater, a Native physicist who’s drawn into the mystery of an Arkham Asylum patient who seems to (for our outside eyes) have fourth-wall breaking knowledge.

So after the incident with the aliens, Buddy meets up with Highwater, and they go into the desert and have a peyote trip which leads to some fun imagery, hero gets power up. Meanwhile, government/corporate goons kill Buddy’s family. He gets back, and we find out the cause of the ghostly Buddy: distraught, he tries to time travel back to save them, but when his means of time travel doesn’t make that possible. The guy from Arkham Asylum meanwhile summons a bunch of DC characters from various discarded storylines and alternate universes; the aliens intervene, and Highwater ends up sealing it all off again, in the process becoming a mute Arkham inmate.

Buddy demands answers from the aliens, but they peace out; nevertheless he finds a strange door which takes him to a metafictional plane where he can - much like good old Crafty! - go and demand explanation from his creator. He soon finds discarded fictional characters in a realm where nothing can form stories, and is given a dying monkey with a typewriter that’s writing the comics script, and instructed to carry the monkey to the mythical city of ‘Formation’. (So I guess it’s still kind of animal related!)

But like all the other people Buddy couldn’t save, the monkey dies, and his journey takes him back to the start. After all this he finally gets to meet Grant Morrison!

The final issue has Morrison talking to both Buddy and the reader - giving acknowledgements, telling the story of their childhood imaginary friend Foxy, and explaining the craft of comics-making to Buddy and musing on the differences between comics life and real life.

Which is a fun little dialogue, because while it is drawing our attention to the constructed and arbitrary nature of everything in the story, it also at the same time has to function as a story. Buddy’s reactions - panicked incomprehension, questioning - have to continue to feel natural. Even though the comic is turning to us and saying ‘this man is fake’, it does its level best to cue us to think he’s real.

I like metafiction, but after you’ve handled the ‘character discovers they’re fictional’ scene, you need to figure out what it’s actually for. In this case, it’s part of the comic’s general theme of powerlessness and futility. Here’s the key page:

...which literally leads to a panel where Morrison turns to the camera and tells you to join PETA, something that hasn’t aged especially well. Morrison agonises a bit over why we use real death and suffering as entertainment - why they’d think about using their own cat’s death as material for this story - and then leaves, resurrecting Buddy’s family on the final panel.

So! Long summary over (thanks for bearing with me, I wanted to get it all straight in my head).

At this point, ‘fictional characters discover they are fictional’ is a pretty heavily done narrative, so you have to have some kind of very strong reason to use the device. I think that was way less true in the 80s - Italo Calvino’s novel If on a winters night a traveler was only published ‘79 after all!

In this case, its use is to provide a little reflective monologue on 1. living in a cruel and nihilistic world, in contrast to fictional characters who have a creator they can confront 2. Morrison’s position as an outside writer being pulled into the vast machine of the DC universe. Their intervention is... an interesting kind of critical, seeking to update rather than simply write out dubious past storylines, so the story acts as a kind of critical commentary on its predecessors. This is most apparent in one storyline which sees the old character B’wana Beast, a Tarzan-like figure who gets animal powers from a special helmet and is known as the ‘White God’, passing on his powers to a Black anti-apartheid activist. A lot of others simply deal with nostalgia, getting older, the world moving on and becoming more complicated.

Morrison describes their final storyline as an anticlimax. Which like... on the one hand, how could it possibly be? Buddy has uncovered the truth that no character in the setting can know. But on the other hand, by heavily emphasising everything is arbitrary, it does indeed dismantle the tension; there is no way it could be anything other than a final storyline.

Buddy spends much of his narrative under Morrison being unable to do more than stand by as terrible things happen around him. He tries extremely hard to be caring and empathetic, and this is often appreciated but rarely enough to save anyone. In the end he ‘realises’ that ‘he’ has even less power than that - he’s just an instrument of Morrison and whichever next writer (who would apparently choose to turn it into a story about quantum mechanical weirdness, but I stopped at the end of Morrison’s run) so not only are his efforts futile, even his motivation is also not under his control. All pretty solid as far as ‘pseudo-existential’ stories (in Buddy’s words) go.

And yet, as Morrison notes in their conversation, ‘Buddy’ will likely outlive Morrison themselves. To elaborate on that, we can see the figure of ‘Buddy’ conjured in our minds by the prompt of this book lasting as long as it continues to be printed, read, and iterated on - a meme, egregore, etc. etc.. This is the very hollow form of ‘life’ given to dead people who pass into memory, but it isn’t nothing; to create a character who’s not forgotten is quite an achievement.

Morrison’s theme of limited, even disabled characters for whom things never seem to go quite right is the whole impetus of Doom Patrol, so I guess I’ll pick up this thread when I finish digesting that one. Even so early in their career, they’re a very witty writer with a real knack for coming up with compelling, thematic scenarios and convincing characterisation. (Morrison had been writing comics in the UK for 5-6 years before that, so it’s hardly like this is the first time they wrote for a comic, but they were still younger than me at the point they began Animal Man.)

All in all, Animal Man is a compelling story that still holds up very well in 2022. If you want to read it, ComicExtra has the most complete collection of scans I found - scroll down to the 30th anniversary deluxe edition, which is annoyingly uploaded in reverse order.

Next up we’ll be doing a manga! I recently caught up with the absolutely delightful Witch Hat Atelier by Kamome Shirohama, and I can’t wait to dig into all the brilliant techniques she’s using in the art of this manga. See you then.

#comics #grant morrison #animal man #comics comints

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