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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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BDBWM Day 25 | Little Mari + Twin AU

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Okay this is how it’s gonna go: the parts for the angst week of BDBWM will be up after the ones for the final week because the angst week will be containing parts that will affect the plot and continuity of Fox DCW So that means we’re starting off this week with Little/Older Mari and next week will be Forgotten/Lost :D

Adrien is beyond jittery. And he’s stressed. And his scalp is hurting because Damian is pulling at his hair at the back.

Adjusting a tiny Marinette in his arms, he rings the doorbell. To his relief, Alfred answers.

“Hey, Alfred.” He waves sheepishly. “So . . . remember when my friends and I sometimes help Ladybug in experimenting guardian potions?”

The butler raises a skeptic eyebrow.

“Yeahhh, so this happened. Just an unexpected side effect. It will wear out soon, don’t worry. They’re about the same age right now? Not sure.” Adrien hurriedly shoves the toddlers towards Alfred.

“Oh dear, I must order some diapers and baby food.”

“Yup! And a lot of tissues and wipes. Thanks Alfred, bye!” Adrien practically runs back to the manor’s front steps, glad to finally escape the terrible two.

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“Alfred . . . what?” Bruce stares dumbfoundedly at the two children in Alfred’s arms.

“Master Bruce, it seems like Miss Marinette and Master Damian have been caught in Ladybug’s magic during their stay in France.”

Little do they know that she still has the consciousness of her real age, just not the physical capabilities.

Marinette squirms a little. “Dada?”

Her father looks like he’s about to cry. She huffs. Just because we weren’t with Dad yet when we were toddlers . . .

“The supplies!” Bruce starts to get alarmed. “What do we do? How do they get turned back? Do we have to buy baby food?”

“Master Adrien did say the effect will wear out but I’m afraid he did not specify how long.”

Baby Damian’s glare intensifies.

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“Ow, hey—careful, Baby Bird.” Dick holds the struggling toddler in his arms carefully. “Alfred? Have you seen Mari—”

He gasps out loud, spotting the tiny girl perched high up on the chandelier. Marinette giggles and swings around, making Dick’s soul migrate out of his body. “Marinette!” He screeches. “What the fu—dge! How did you get up there?”

The menace crawls to the dangerous edge, and Dick immediately hands Damian off to Alfred, who has an amused look on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Alfie! I knew how to get down when I was a kid,” Dick groans. He raises his arms, looking up at his little sister. “Mari! Don’t move from there, okay? I’ll come get you!”

Marinette crawls more, tipping the chandelier a little.

“Nononononono! Mari, stay there!”

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Jason is facing one of the most threatening enemies of his life.

He holds the fresh new diaper in one hand as he and Damian are locked in a stand-off. And somehow, the kid managed to get his hands on the katanas and one of his guns.

“Demon Spawn,” he says threateningly. “We just need to change your diaper.”

Damian spits out a string of garbled words which sound as threatening. He waves his swords in front of Jason before lunging, nearly slashing his leg.

“Fuck! Damian!” Jason scolds angrily.

“Language!” Tim calls out from the other room.

“They’re not actually babies!” Jason yells back.

At that moment, Marinette rushes into the room, holding Jason’s other gun. He pales in a millisecond, and attempts to chase her but she giggles and runs around to escape his clutches.

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Tim stares down at his mug, slowly registering that its contents were not in fact coffee, but warm milk. Then, he slowly looks at baby Marinette, who’s drinking out of her sippy cup.

“Wait, wait!” He reaches for her drink to see that it is his coffee. “Bruce is going to kill me! You can’t drink that, Mari!”

“Cowwffeee,” Marinette whines, sticking her tongue out.

“No coffee! You were supposed to drink this milk!”

Marinette gulps down more of her coffee in response. Tim wrestles it out of her grip, unfortunately drawing out a wail and a full sobs from the girl.

Bruce walks into the kitchen just in time. Marinette runs to her father and wraps her little arms around his leg. “Dada!” she cries. “Tim thiefyyy!”

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“You’re so cute!” Stephanie coos at a preening Marinette. “Bruce, are you taking them to work?”

Bruce nods, putting his suit jacket on. “No one’s available to babysit today, so I will be taking both of them.”

“Okay, wait here.” Stephanie runs off with the two children for a few minutes. When they come back, Marinette and Damian are dressed in miniature business suits, complete with ties and tiny briefcases.

Bruce gets into a Mother Hen mode and fusses over them, smoothing the wrinkles on the fabric and getting a sword out of Damian’s grasp. Stephanie adoringly takes pictures, ‘aww’ing every other minute.

The board meeting becomes quite eventful. Marinette is on her father’s lap, scribbling on a document with crayons and markers. Sometimes, she opts to take the marker and draw over Bruce’s face as he’s talking to the other members. The other meeting attendees can’t say a word against it because Bruce is the CEO after all. He’s come up with the alibi that the children are his niece and nephew he’s stuck taking care of.

She glances over at Tim, who had Damian on his lap. He looks about half dead. Damian has been trying to clobber him for the past hour or so, picking up pens, paperweights, a mug, and even document folders to hit him. Now that there is no makeshift weapon at Damian’s disposal, he’s now attempting to bite Tim’s arm.

“We have to take away funds from the designs partnership to increase funding for other sectors,” one of the board members says.

Marinette stops and slams her fist on the table, scowling. “Booshit!”

Bruce raises a judgmental eyebrow. “The financial reports from that project have been flawless. They’re operating at a smaller budget than the other lavish partnerships we have.”

“But Mr. Wayne—”

“You heard her. We are not touching the funds for that partnership.”

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the-sunset-lounge · 1 year

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eyesxxyou · 7 months

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Backstage Show Pt.2

★🎸 {} .. hobie brown x groupie!reader

rating. m

word count. 3k

synopsis. after a show, you and hobie fine yourself an an alley for a little fun. little do you know, you have an audience

hobie fucks you in an alley in front of paparazzi

🍒・．❕warnings. exhibitionalism (sex in backalley of venue), p in v sex, unprotected sex not advised, clothed sex, anal fingering (f receiving), ass eating, fingering, public sex, degradation, little bit of a size kink, hobie has a bit of a god) superiority complex, y/n is a group who'd do anything for her idol, bit of a power dynamic fr, this is a bit toxic but gets sweet at the end y'all so hold on

backstage show pt.1 | backstage show pt.3

If you told yourself a couple of months ago that you’d be the Hobie Brown’s fuck buddy, following him around while he tours, always there with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth, you would have called yourself delusional and admitted yourself into a mental hospital. But here you were, in the backstage VIP section watching the show from the best seats in the venue.

You had no idea why Hobie’s kept you around for this long. Compared to others, in your own opinion, you weren’t all that unremarkable. You were pretty, but not the prettiest, good at sex but not the best. But you could only truly narrow it down to your devotion to him. You worshiped him like a god, kissed the very ground he walked on. Maybe he liked the attention, the way he could always be sure that you’d do absolutely anything he asked of you.

You met up with him at every one of his shows, both before and after and depending on whether you fucking him before or after the show (usually before so he could steal your panties and keep them in his pocket while on stage as a "good luck token"), you'd hang out with him and his bandmates, smoking pot and throwing back shots while they recall stories of their earlier days on the road, just the 4 of them and their old van.

His bandmates took you in as an unofficial member of the band without so much as a hitch. A band member they all took turns flirting with but a member nonetheless.

After the show, The Mary Janes came backstage and you rushed to Hobie to praise him over his performance. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands came to support you by grasping your waist. He kissed you feverishly, the rush and exhilaration of the concert still coursing through his veins and screaming to get out in any way possible. The way his tongue stroked yours told you neither of you would get far before his cock would be bullying its way inside your greedy pussy.

“You did so good.” You murmured against his thick lips, your tongue pressed against his lip piercing. “You looked so sexy.” Hobie nipped at your bottom lip and set you down. “I would’ve gone betta if I saw tha’ pretty face of yas out in the crowd.” It it was decided then that there would be no watching from backstage from you, you’d sit at the front of the crowd because Hobie couldn’t perform his very best without seeing his girl.

“Fuck the rest of us then.” Eli, the drummer, muttered snarkily under his breath as a joke. You turned around to look at him in his heterochromatic eyes and slapped his chest as he towered over you. “Not fucking you, am I? I can only handle one pretty face at a time.”

Another band member, Cass, with his locs up in a ponytail and fiddling with his guitar, hummed. “Ya could be though.” They often made jokes about Hobie letting them share you and each time he had the same response. “I don’ like to share wha’s mine.” He’ll eat in front of them but they’ll never get any of the food.

Hobie tapped your ass in the booty shorts you were wearing. “You ready to head out, luv? We gotta go through the back or one of us is gonna get trampled.” He grabbed you by the waist with a possessiveness that told his mate to back off or someone’s head is getting bashed in with a guitar and pulled you into him. He didn’t even have to ask, you were willing to go whenever he was, wherever he was. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The two of you said your goodbyes to his bandmates and made your way through thebackstage to get to the back exit. Hobie kept teasing you along the way, walking with his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of the slutty little shorts you had on, his teeth nipping at the soft, supple flesh of your neck, leaving small bruises where his teeth violated your innocence.

Once you two breached out of the door, Hobie spun you around and pressed you up against the heavily graffitied wall with his lips on yours and his tongue in your mouth, coaxing moans from you which he swallowed as if it were the only sustenance in the world.

“Ma pretty girl.” He cooed into your mouth as he nipped at your tongue . “Always righ’ there fa me. Always down fa anytin’.” His fingers fiddled with the button to your shorts for a moment before undoing them and pulling the useless piece of fabric down just enough to gain access to your pussy. “‘M gonna fuck you righ’ here in this alley, all’em fans just down the way. Anyone can see us. And you’re gonna let me, aren’t ya?”

You nod feverishly, looking up at him as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. You could hear people walking by, chanting Hobie’s name in hopes that it might coax him to come out and greet them. Anyone one of them could walk right by and see him fucking you stupid and you didn’t care. Not as long as you were the one he was fucking.

“Turn aroun’.” He grabbed you and forced you to turn around. You braced yourself against the wall with your hands, your ass perked out and your back arched, revealing your pussy and asshole to him to use as he pleased through a brand new set of nylon stockings.

Hobie slapped your ass hard, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing off the walls loudly. He wanted to see how much noise he could get away with before someone noticed, not caring if anyone rounded the corner and saw the two of you fucking under the flickering light of the alley. He wanted someone to see your depravity, the way you were so irrationally dedicated to him, the way you’d do anything for him.

He brute forced his way through your stocking, tearing a hole big enough for him to get to your pussy. “No panties? Wha’ a bad girl.” He spanked you again and you yelped at the sting of it, his hand undoubtedly left a print against your ass.

Hobie got down on his knees in behind you, his large, calloused, rough hands spreading your ass to further expose your delicacies. Your pussy was slick with your arousal, no need for preparation. "So wet already, baby. My performance go' you all hot and bothered, then?" His voice was warm against your core and you whined and whimpered with choking words of something of agreement. His performance always got you hot and bothered. There was something both so chaotic yet sensual about the show he put on. If anyone could give Hobie anything, they'd say he certainly had stage presence.

Hobie coaxed his fingers between the warmth of your cunt before easing a single long, slender finger into you. Your silky walls clamped down around the digit in desperation for any stimulation. "Hobie~" you sang his praises as he fucked his finger in and out of you. He wish he had something to record this so he could put it into a song but alas, something like that would have to wait.

Then he added another finger, curling his fingers against your silken walls. "'m pretty girl." He almost sang, fingering you nice and hard with his tongue and lips against your asshole, eating you out in a far different way than you ever expected. He ate your ass easily, languidly, all lips and tongue breaching the tight rim of your ass just a little. "Relax, babe, relax."

You listen to his command despite the anxiety of the crowd whose edges were slowly crawling it's way nearer to the alley as more people added themselves to the awaiting crowd. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and forced your body to relax a little for him. You loosenedd up in accordance, making it easier for Hobie to finger fuck you and sloppily make out with your second hole.

His fingers massaged that soft spot within you, his tongue on your ass sending soft jokes of pleasure to your core as he abused your spot mercilessly. He spat on you like you were nothing but an object of her pleasure, making it known that he was doing all this for him, not for you. Hobie paused a moment and pulled his face back, watching a glob of his saliva run down from your ass to your pussy before being pushed in by his fingers that splayed your pussy open in preparation for his much larger cock.

You whined for him, nails clawing at the concrete walls. "Keep going. I'm almost there. Please, Hobes." You needed it like you needed air in your lungs to breathe or you'd simply die without it.

Hobie scoffed at your plea for some semblance of kindness from him. "Desperate whore." He murmured and went right back to eating you. You were so close your legs trembled with the mere idea of cumming on his fingers and face and the more you thought about it, the closer it came to coming true until your walls were pulsating around his fingers and your ring of muscles clenched with the intensity of the orgasm that washed over you.

Your knees buckled into each other and you would have fallen down if not for you being braced against the wall. "Hobie…please fuck me. Please– I'll do anything, please." You wanted him to extend the kindness a human gives to another and fulfill your ask to the fullest degree.

You'd come to regret that.

You listened in anticipation as he stood back up onto his booted feet and undid the buckle to his belt. He unzipped his pants to let himself free from the restraints of his clothing. He was already so hard just at the sight of you splayed open for him without so much as a shred of dignity in sight. You pushed your ass out further until your checks framed his cock and you began rubbing yourself on him. “Please Hobie.” You whined softly, looking back down the alley to ensure the two of you weren’t seen.

The risk of it made your anxiety all the greater but the sexiness of the moment greater than even that. The risk made him harder and made you wetter.

“Tha’s i’. Dirty lil’ slut can’ help haself.” Hobie grasped your hips and forced you to keep going. He couldn’t help but rut his cock against your ass, slipping it in the hole he made so he could feel his skin against yours and the heat and slick of your pussy against his balls. He grunted into your ear, spitting lewd obscenities at you while nibbling at your lobe.

“Put it in fa me, luv. Since you wan' I'm so badly.”

You whimper softly and reach behind you to grasp him at the base of his cock. You stroked his length a bit, dragging a few moans out of him along with it before directing the tip of his cock towards your dripping cunt. You prepped him the way he always did himself, dragging the leaky head of his dick between your swollen pussy lips so that your shared juices intermingled against your clit.

Hobie slapped your ass once more and this time you cried out at the pain. “I said put it in, didn’ I?” You nod in compliance and quickly positioned the head of his cock against your entrance. You tried to guide him in by he was simply too big for you to do it on your own. “I– I can’t, Hobie. Plea— ahh!” He forced his cock into you with one solid, fluid thrust into your tight hole, forcing out something of a moan and a scream from you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, looking out down the alley once more.

Hobie didn’t seem to care not one bit as he held your hips still and fucked you nice and rough. He let out noise running parallel to huffs, growls, and groans. “Bes’ cunt ou’ there. This pussy gonna be the death of me.” There was something primal about the way he fucked you. There were no niceties, no pleasantries, no manners. Just rough fucking in the dark backalley of a venue he was just performing inside of. You weren't some girl he had to wine and dine before he could get into bed. You were just some slut he could convince to do anything. And it didn't even take much to convince you to let him fuck you in an alley.

He fucked you dumb, stupid, half brain-dead with your face pressed into the wall, lips parted and drooling while you moaned. He fucked you at an angle, ensuring that if someone did happen to come down there, they wouldn’t be able to see your face. Hobie towered over you, his body completely consuming yours while his hips fucked up into you, each thrust lifting your a little more off the ground until he was supporting your complete weight in his hands as your feet no long touched the wet, littered ground.

You let out muffled squeals and screams. He’s never fucked you like this, fucked you so animalistically. You should be scared all things considered but it only made you wetter, your pussy leaving a creamy ring around the base of his cock. “Shut up and take it.” He muttered, looking down at the way his cock split your hole open with each brutalizing thrust he delivered to your weeping pussy. Each stroke of his cock forcing you to accommodate his size, each thrust forcing your walls to memorize each groove, each vein, each stretch of him. He fucked you like you were his own personal sex toy and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it

His cock touched places that, before him, you never even knew existed. You could feel him bulge in your belly, you could feel him in your throat. You could feel him everywhere, that sweet, thick head of his just barely kissing your cervix, undoubtedly coating it in pre-cum.

“You wanna lemme try sometin’?”

“Anything.”

Satisfied with your answer, Hobie took one hand from your hips— still supporting your weight somehow— and spat on his fingers. You shivered as he placed them on your puckered asshole and spread his saliva across your second hole, prepping you, you realized. You had never done anything anal related before but you kept yourself clean down there just in case a moment like this arose. You were nervous however, as anyone would be if they were getting the shit fucked out of them in an alley with a slew of people just on the cusp of witnessing an actual crime.

“‘S jus’ a finga, okay? Jus’ ma thumb.” He assured you that he wouldn't be doing anything crazy. No here at least. He kept fucking you as he eased his thumb past the tight ring of muscles and immediately you moaned and shuddered as the feel of it intruding into your body. “Hobie…Hobie please.” It was all so much. You felt that you might simply pass out if he continued like this.

He fingered your asshole while fucking you, pressing and messaging the even tighter walls of your ass while your pussy greedily swallowed his cock with each of his thrusts. You were seeing white, crying out so loud that someone has had to hear you by now but you simply couldn’t care at this point. Hobie was fucking your too good for you to care, the rest of his fingers splayed across the small of your back as he uses his new grip on you to fuck you even harder.

This was the kind of fucking that made you revere him, worship him like the sex god he was. You kiss his feet if he wanted, lick his boots, let him degrate you, spit on you, use you as his own personal cum dumpster if he so chose because the orgasm ravishing your body right now was makinging you see white, your gaze lose focus, and your ears ring.

“Hobie, Hobie, Hobie!” You chanted his name as if calling upon a deity to help you, like a prayer on your lips to a god who wasn’t there and you just needed him to hear you. You came a second time, creaming all over his pretty dick, leaving the dark skin glistening in white from your cum.

You could hear Hobie come down from his own high, fucking cum into you with a low, gravelly groan into your ear. His final thrusts were spaced and rough as he emptied his balls into your pussy and once he was done he removed all appendages from you and quickly made you decent before someone could see you stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey.

You could feel his cum leaking out of your pussy as Hobie helped you out of the alley, tossing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in close to protect you from the paparazzi’s intrusive photos. You thought about how later you were going to finger yourself again with his cum still inside you, hopefully able to get him on the phone to help you through it.

Later on that week, you saw a tabloid magazine about Hobie and smack dab as the front picture was you and Hobie in the alley fucking. You couldn’t see either of your faces but it was very clearly Hobie from his wild hair. In a panic, you called Hobie, babbling on and on about how you shouldn’t have done that and that you might lose your job.

“Is your face in the photo?”

“Well…no.”

“Then how will they know it’s you?” He made a good point. As long as no picture showed up with your face in it, you had nothing to worry about. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “You’re right, sorry. Okay, I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course, luv. Have a good night.”

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sapphicmsmarvel · 2 months

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acotar x reader: one day at a time

Tw for death:

Reader loses somebody and their friends are there to pick up the pieces. A lil sprinkle sprinkle of az x reader bc that's MY BABYYYY

Lotsssssss of acts of service within the group.

Also bc im a petty asshole i included a snippet of one of my racist aunts who said some wild shit to me at MY SISTERS FUNERAL and just basically dissing her. (literally why would you stare at my poc best friend who's just trying to support me. This bitch stared at MY GIRL?? MY BESTIE???? NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH).

Said best friend was just like “she’s never seen a brown person before marie it's fine.”

NO ITS NOT. IDC IF THIS IS MY SISTERS FUNERAL WE’LL MAKE IT A DOUBLE FUNERAL.

I'm petty.

soooo this is born out of grief for my sister. My sister passed away on 03/11/21 and this is very much catered to my grief and these are my comfort characters so naturally i'm gonna write about them when it comes to helping their loved one grieve.

and yeah this is gonna be based around the reader's sister dying. what can i say. I'm on brand.

also reader is feyres childhood friend that got turned into a fae with nesta and elain. i feel like that’s just the staple with my fics.

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When you got notified of your sister's death, it was actually a pretty good day up until that point. Sunny day with clouds, a wonderful brunch date with Mor, adorable children at the studio with Feyre. Afterwards, the two of you began walking back to Feyre’s, content on playing with Nyx for the evening before retiring to your own home. When you walked up, Feyre looked at you and told you about how the Inner Circle were having a meeting inside the office. So you two quickly joined them.

When you walked in, Rhysand held out a letter, “this was a letter delivered to you.”

You made a face and grabbed it, “okay, so why are you all staring at me like that?”

“This person walked into the Spring Court and dropped it on Tamlins doorstep.” Cassian said. “They dropped it in the middle of night, just when he wasn’t prowling like a creep.”

“What the fuck?” You asked as you analyzed it.

No name but yours and a pisspoor address.

Lady Y/N L/N

Night Court

“We didn’t know if it was a…” Azriel trailed off, realizing how silly what he was about to say was. “Hence, why all of us are here.”

“We’re also just nosey.” Mor shrugged, her nose wrinkling.

You snorted, and tore into it, “you could’ve opened it.”

“It’s your mail. We may be protective bastards but you still have a right to privacy.” Rhysand drawled.

Feyre stood next to you as you pulled out the paper, your eyes tracing over it.

“It’s from my dad.” You said recognizing his handwriting.

Then, it all went to shit.

Your big sister was dead, the woman you fought with a lot of the time but yet would take a beating for. Your big sister who helped guide you through life, who would always be there even if she was pissed off at you for some inane reason.

Gone.

You just froze, not knowing what to do. You’re pretty sure Az asked you a question, then Cass, then Rhys. Then you felt Feyre’s hand on your shoulder.

I need to leave.

I need to go before I hurt someone.

You just wordlessly handed the letter to her and winnowed away.

You didn’t go to your apartment, you didn’t go to the townehouse, you didn’t go anywhere they would find you.

You went to the middle of the forest. You just picked a random point to lose it.

And you did.

You didn’t remember much of causing the damage. Only that you managed to stop when Azriel’s arms wrapped around you. You just kept screaming. “I know, I know. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said, his lips against your hair.

His shadows wrapped around your hands, cool wind kissing away the raging inferno of your cuts. You collapsed, taking Azriel to the ground.

He just held you as you sobbed. You felt his own tears hit your neck. He usually did a better job masking his emotions, but it was you crying, you who he had a deeper bond with. So he let his emotions run free.

“Y/N!” Feyre called into your mind. Your shields were down and you didn’t even notice.

“Az has me, i’m sorry I-”

“Don’t apologize. I would’ve done worse if I found out…” Her voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry I ran off.”

“Do not apologize.” She said sternly, “After you and Az are done come back to the River House. You can sleep at our house tonight. Guest bed is currently being made up.”

She left your mind before you could respond. You breathed in the smell of Az.

Azriel brought you back to Feyre and Rhysand’s home. Rhys had trouble with touch, but never with you. He brought you into his arms instantly. You tried not to let the tears surface again, but it was quite hard when a brotherly kiss was pressed against your head.

“We got you, Y/N.” He whispered against the crown of your head.

Nuala and Cerridwen made you your favorite food. Which prompted you to start crying again. The twins looked so panicked that it almost made you laugh. Elain made your favorite cookies, which again kept the tears going.

“I don’t know why I’m crying over this.” You said helplessly, you managed to laugh during that.

Feyre and Elain hugged you from both sides.

You retired to the guest bedroom, you found a pile of fluffy blankets and your favorite candy. As well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Mor’s handwriting scrawled on the note. Amren left you a bottle of your favorite wine too.

Eventually, after some more tears, there was a knock at your door. You called out for them to come in but saw Nyx.

The little guy was walking even more, speaking full sentences. It’s insane to you that he grew so fast but it has been 5 years since he was born.

“Go on like we practiced.” You heard Feyre encourage from behind the door frame.

“Hi, Auntie.” The little guy mumbled. Holding a glass of water. “I have something for you.”

“Yeah buddy?” You smiled despite the shitty day. Your nephew made everything better.

Rhysand walked in behind him, as did Feyre. Rhysand lifted him up onto the bed while Feyre handed you a cup of hot chocolate.

You were just glad Nyx wasn’t holding the hot drink.

“Here’s some wata.” He said, his small hands handing you the glass.

“Oh thank you.” You said earnestly and took a sip. You set it on the table. Then you laid back down and faced him. “Just what I needed.” You were genuine.

“Auntie, are you sad?” Both Feyre and Rhys froze at their sons question. Clearly, he was going off script.

You sniffed, “yeah, Nyxie. I’m really sad.”

“I love you.” His eyes were so big, so genuine. You were going to cry for a whole new reason.

“I love you more.”

“Nuh uh.” He said, as a typical toddler wanting to argue no matter what.

You huffed a laugh and opened your arms. “Come here.”

He crawled into your arms with no hesitation. You were careful of his little baby wings as you held him close to you.

You loved this kid.

Feyre settled in behind you on the bed, Rhysand joined on the other side with his son.

They held you as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, hoping to see your sister one last time.

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When it came to planning the funeral, you had to go out to your family’s cottage to help. You said you could go alone, but frankly, good luck telling Nesta and the Valkyries to stay behind when one of their own is in pain.

So when you saddled up to your family with three warriors behind you, they were scared a bit to say the least.

Emerie held your hand during the funeral discussion as Nesta watched the director to make sure she wasn’t insensitive to you. Gwyn stood guard behind you. They were protectors, they were not gonna leave one of their girls to deal with this alone.

Eventually, the funeral was planned. The rest of your chosen family came out and surprised you. You sent a notice to them of when the funeral was and told them they didn’t need to come because you knew how busy they were.

When they showed up on your family’s doorstep to surprise you, you started crying again.

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The day of the funeral, it was the entire inner circle crammed into the living room of the cottage of your mortal family’s living space.

You felt bad cramming two males with wings into that small space, especially with so many other people. But Cassian and Azriel assured you that there’s nowhere else they would be.

You slept sharing a flimsy mattress with Elain, since the other two sisters were with their mates. But Feyre and Rhys slept close. So did Nesta and Cassian. Both women facing your general direction.

Azriel did not sleep. He wanted to be there in case you woke up in tears again.

Amren slept sitting up against a wall, she wouldn’t admit it but she wanted an eye on you. She only trusted hers.

Mor was curled on the other side of you. You were sandwiched between her and Elain.

Emerie and Gwyn slept down by your guys’ legs. Emerie’s head on Mor’s thigh. Gwyn hugging Elain legs in her sleep.

Azriel chose not to mention what happened when your dad came downstairs in the middle of the night to check on you.

It was as if he wasn’t sure if you’d really be there. He just lost one daughter, he didn’t want to lose another.

He nodded at Azriel who nodded back. Assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere. That you always had people watching out for you.

As everyone got ready, it was a somber moment. Elain did your hair, Mor did your makeup, Amren set out your jewelry and Feyre handled your clothes. They didn’t want you doing anything.

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie let your nephew and niece play with their swords. It was the one thing they seemed interested in so they let them do it.

Rhysand was currently trying to get your dad to accept a check from him and Feyre to pay for everything plus anything else your parents need during this time. Your father was refusing. Rhys spoke bluntly. “Your daughter is my family, please let me take care of her family.”

Your dad didn’t. But Rhys hid the check in your dads night table. He felt yucky going into their room but did it to make sure they got the check.

On the way to the funeral, Azriel had offered his arm for you to take, which you gratefully did. Rhysand got the door for you. Az led you in. The overprotective bat boys acted like your body guards, which you appreciated, however you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at it.

Nesta told you before the funeral to let her know if you wanted her to intervene to keep some relatives away.

One of your (racist) aunts kept telling you how you’re responsible for your sister's kids. Then when she saw Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Amren and Emerie, she just stared. Before you could intervene, Elain and Gwyn stood in front of them.

You almost wacked her so hard it was going to be a double funeral. You had prepared them before that some relatives were racist. They didn’t give a rat's ass.

Oh and then everyone in your party including you were Fae. That also did not help.

Hence why you lived in Velaris, away from all the bigotry.

During the service, Feyre sat on one side of you, Amren on the other side. Feyre clutched your hand and Amren even held out her hand for you. She always had a soft spot for you. Mor’s makeup didn’t last long throughout the service which is why she did bare minimum on your face.

Afterwards, you left pretty soon after the service was done. You just had to leave the building. You guys went to a pub in your funeral attire. Azriel sat next to you and Nesta on the other side. Rhys refused to let you pay. But you knew he was trying to get you riled up. It was working.

He was incredibly happy to see the fire return to your eyes.

At that moment, with your family, you knew you were going to be okay.

Just have to take every day one step at a time.

#acotar #acofas #acomaf #acowar #feysand #acotar x reader #nesta x reader #nesta x cassian #feysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #elain x reader #emerie x reader #mor x reader #morrigan x reader #gwyn x reader

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pjo x batfam

bruce: Hades, only god i’m assigning a character to

babs: the oracle of delphi, bc like. oracle. basically rachel elizabeth dare in pjo

dick: son of hermes, his mom met him while traveling with the circus. he left after dick was born and a few years later marie fell in love john grayson

cass: daughter of hades. he fell in love with sandra wu-san and her deadly skills. they had a child together but hades had to hide it bc of The Pact. sandra/lady shiva gave cass to david cain to train her

jason: son of athena. father unknown. was left on the streets of gotham and found by catherine todd, who convinced willis to take him in. athena considers jason to be wasted potential and gave up on him soon after he was abandoned

tim: child of athena. was gifted to jack and janet drake because she admired their intellect.

steph: daughter of hermes, raised by crystal brown

duke: son of apollo. one of the rare apollo children that can control light.

damian: son of hades. he’s raised as the heir of the LoA until talia is able to send him to CHB

#pjo x dc #pjo #dc comics #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #duke thomas #damian wayne #damian al ghul #percy jackson #pjo au #demigod au #my au

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Shh, Shh, I’m right here [Dean Winchester x Reader]

warnings⚠️: panic attack

You smiled brightly at the all too familiar home of your parents. You were what the hunters called, lucky. Your whole family was untouched by the supernatural, excluding you. You got into the business because you and your friends at the age of 14, decided to play the infamous game of ‘Bloody Mary’. Bobby singer and an old friend of his saved you— the last friend standing, from Mary who was out to get you as he used you as bait after explaining everything.

Dean got out of the Impala, closing the loud creaking door. “Let’s go meet your parents,” you haven’t seen your parents in about a year or two (you don’t recall the last time meeting them), due to the important job you had and wanting your family to stay safe away from the monsters that you brought into your life. Of course, Castiel always checked up on them from far away.

You and Dean had gotten an iMessage from your sister, Alessa, saying that she got married and at least wanted to see the two of you in the after party.

So there the two of you were, standing at your aunt’s house where every holiday was spent in your family. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Birthdays, you name it.

Your family has never met Dean, except through your iPhone FaceTime calls whenever you got the chance with them. He’d pop in with Sam, saying hello then dipping. Anytime the two brothers did that, questions from your family was always after they left the room.

You knocked on the brown wooden door in front of you. The house looked brand new, even though it’s been in the family for decades.

Looks like they remolded, again. You knocked and knocked again, sighing in annoyance. “It’s open!” You hear your cousin’s voice yell from the other side of the door, and you rolled your eyes. “Of course it’s open,” you mumble. You opened the door, placed a smile on and greeted your family members.

“Congratulations little sister.” You spoke to Alessa, giving her a big gigantic hug and spinning her around. Dean said the same thing. “Oohoho, is this the hunk of a man you’re always with on the phone?” Your grandmother looked at you, then looked at Dean with a look.

“Cougar much?” You laughed, “yes. This is Dean, my boyfriend.” Gasps could be heard through the house. You have never brought a boyfriend home with you in any holiday event, or just in general. “WOW you must be a lucky one,” your uncle spoke.

Your aunt chipped in, “she’s never brought guys over. So Dean, tell us about yourself.” And so Dean spoke about himself, not mentioning what type of job he does, ignoring the comments your family brought up about his parents, and going full detail with his little brother that he’s so proud of. “I’m so telling Sam that you’re gushing about him.” You spoke, he rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare,” you shrugged with a smile.

“Where is Sam? By the way.” Your mother asked. “He’s on this job with two of our other friends right now. We would’ve gone, but we needed a break.” You told her. “Two other friends?” Your cousin, Sofia, asked. “Jack and Castiel. Yall would love to meet them. They’re super sweet, but sometimes… they don’t really understand much.” You hummed. Dean chuckled, “we had to teach—” you shook your head at Dean with your eyes wide open.

“Don’t just embarrass Cass like that. So rude,” you playfully slap his shoulder.

Everything was going so fine, until one moment somebody asked a question that made you stop working like clock work. The voices seemed so far away as your eyes teared up, you backed up from the crowded room, unbalanced, as you stumbled out.

. “Oh god. Sorry— uh I should’ve mentioned about that. We don’t ask that question, ever.” You could barely hear what Dean was talking about. “Is there a quiet place somewhere around here?” He asked, holding you close to his chest. Your aunt pointed down the hallway and he nodded, helping you move your feet as he opened a door to one of the rooms and closed it.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice got muffled into your ears. “Hey, hey. You in there?” He brushed your hair with his hands, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. I got you baby.” He brought you close to his chest, your face getting squished with his gray tshirt he had on.

Dark water spots on the center of his chest just because of your tears falling down onto him. “Sorry,” you hiccuped, wiping off your tears. “It’s okay babe. M so sorry, I should’ve mentioned it before it got to that question.” His hands rested carefully on the side of your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing off the dry tears.

You leaned into his touched, all warmed up by him. “It’s fine, they didn’t know. It.. it just threw me off guard.” You whispered. He kissed your forehead once more, “I know I know. But still I should’ve given them a look or something, could’ve stopped—”

you place your index finger onto his lips, “all I need right now is you. And you’re doing just that, a great job at that. The past is the past- no matter how painful it is. I have you by my side right now comforting me and that’s all I need.” You spoke.

Dean smiled, hugging you as he brought you up to his chest. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “I love you too.”

“Now let’s go enjoy ourselves okay?”

“Okay.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #deancas #dean x castiel #sam and dean #dean x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #dean winchester x you #bobby singer #jack kline #castiel #supernatural fandom #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you

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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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hi marie hope you’re doing well❤️

i wanted to ask if i can request something with azriel x reader, non sexual dominance. Like everyday things, maybe he helps her getting dressed/suggesting hairstyles? like the whole ic is at ritas and reader is drinking and azriel looks at her and gives her a look when she almost drinks too much, the look is screamingggg ’ is that smart? ’

i’m literally dying for some casual ddlg azriel😩

Azriel x reader ddlg headcanon

A/n: hi anon, Im good and hope you are too! This lowkey my favorite concepts for Az. He’s just so aahhhhh I know he’s so soft beyond that tough exterior

Warnings: ddlg, daddy kink

Azriel loves taking care of you

Every morning he wakes you up with kisses all over your face

“Good morning princess. How did you sleep?” You cuddle into his chest leaving little kisses above his heart

Your favorite pet names that he calls you are princess & bunny, you call him Azzy (and daddy obvi)

Make out sessions with daddy!Az are the best

You feel so loved from how deeply he kisses you to the way he holds you

He absolutely spoils you

Az takes you shopping all the time and buys you whatever you want

Takes you out for nice dinners all the time

He always surprises you with new romantic date ideas like picnics or trips to other courts

Always brings you back a gift from his missions

Az is very affectionate with you and loves listening to you. He just wants to know everything about you so he can make you happy

You mention your favorite food or drink one time and he always buys it for you and has stashes of them in the house for you

You’re big on physical touch

The first time you held his hand he was shocked bc you weren’t repulsed or scared of his scars

“Your hands are beautiful Azzy. They protect me and hold me. How could I not love them?” You kissed his knuckles and he blushed like crazy, “you’re precious bunny.”

Whenever you were out he’d always hold your hand

You’re both obsessed with the size difference

When your home all you want to do is cuddle with him

When he’s laying on the couch you’ll rest your head on his stomach and lay between his legs

Azriel looks down at you with a smile saying, “What are you doing down there princess? Come up here so I can hold you.”

You never like being apart from Az

It bothers you when you’re both in the house but you’re too far apart

“Do you want to sit on daddy’s lap while he works princess?” “Yes daddy.” You bat your lashes at him

You love making yourself at home on his lap

Az rubs your back, kisses your head

At night when your relaxing in bed you like to sit between his legs and lean against his chest

Azzy loves picking out your outfits

He’ll always pick something blue or black so you can match him

He doesn’t bother worrying about if your dress is too short or your top is cut too low

Azriel is a confident male and he knows that you only have eyes for him and vice versa

Plus he’s your personal bodyguard, he’s always going to protect you if some creep tries to hit on you

If you’re going out with the IC to Rita’s he helps pick out your outfit

You, Mor, Feyre, and Nesta were drinking Cass and Rhys under the table

After a few shots and your usual cocktail you decided to get one of the big fish bowl cocktails with Mor but you were drinking most of it

At this point you were tipsy and overly giggly

Az slides in the booth next to you taking your straw out of the large drink. You give him feigning shock and he looks down at you cocking an eyebrow

“I think that’s enough yeah princess. I don’t want you to be too hung over tomorrow.” You giggle pressing a kiss to his cheek, “ok daddy, whatever you say.” You hiccup and giggle some more

You love when he does your hair. The feeling of his fingers scratching your scalp is so relaxing

You teach him your skin care routine so he can do it for you

He knows how to braid thanks to Cassian and he loves braiding your hair, it’s relaxing for him

“Daddy, will you help me wash my hair?” Az drops everything just to come help you

Before you can even do anything he’s already in the bathroom running the bath for you adding bubble bath, salts, and getting everything he needs for your hair or washing you

He’s even ready for after with all your moisturizers and serums laid out

Azriel is very gentle when it comes to taking care of you

When he washes your hair he gives you a scalp massage and rubs your temples

Then he washes your face and back, he lets you do the rest and enjoy sitting in the water

Sometimes he sits with you outside the tub just to talk to you or hold your hand

When you get out he dries you off and wraps you in a warm fluffy robe

He carry’s you over to your vanity and brushes out your wet hair and helps do the rest of your skin care

And when he’s done he’ll kiss all over your face and then finally your lips

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x you #azriel imagine #azriel fanfic #azriel fic #azriel fluff #azriel

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ravcns · 8 months

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Runaway

Batfam x batsis!reader

summary: at the gala regular shenanigans with friends ensue and after bruce confronts the reader about their antics threatening to take away the mantle of batgirl

part 1 2 3 4

The manor was quiet when you woke up, Cass was also gone from the spot next to you. Retreating to your bedroom you checked your phone to see what you had missed; a few good morning texts and just a random conversation they were having in the group chat. Technically you didn’t have to do anything today until four when you had to start getting ready for the gala, going back to sleep was the best choice.

When you woke up again you decided to get ready; the black dress you were going to wear already on display, hanging on your closet door. You took your time getting ready since there was no rush and it would benefit you to be meticulous with your appearance for this event; after all it would reflect on your family. Speaking of family things looked quite tense in the moment; the group chat was dry, you couldn’t hear any noise in the manor which was uncommon since someone was almost always screaming, peeking out the window you noticed Cass’ car was gone, and most importantly you felt like you were on eggshells since Bruce would be speaking to you after the gala.

Later the ride to said event was quiet; you and Dick just sat in his car neither of you uttering a single word. This would be your first time seeing Bruce and the nerves were practically eating away at your soul like it was the last meal. Finally when you arrived your brother spoke, “Loosen up we’re about to go through the paparazzi.” As if that would do anything to help, but you knew if there was a slight insight that something was off in your expression they would have a field day. Like many times before you stepped out of the vehicle with a fake smile plastered across your face, following behind the other members of the family who had arrived. You deliberately chose to stand by Cassandra for pictures also she happened to be further away from Bruce so it was a win win situation.

It was a long line of people approaching you, pretending to be interested in your life and well-being. By the time the whole ordeal was done a bad idea had blossomed into your head to help ease the nerves and boredom. One hit wouldn’t hurt plus what’s the point of sitting through a gala if your not on something. You retreated to the safety of one of the bathrooms at the furthest end of the hall, knowing that most people didn’t bother walking this far and even if there was a line at the other ones they would still wait. Your phone buzzed and when you opened it you realized that Marie, Kim, and Jake were here. “meet in the girls bathroom at the far end.” You texted. “Should I even be in here?” Came the voice of Jake a few minutes later. “Hurry up and go in before someone notices.” Kim scolded him. “Love open up.” Marie said knocking on the stall door. The four of you crowded into the medium sized stall, thankful that there was no crack at the bottom of the door.

The thing is being with friends causing you to lose track of many things like time, the sounds of your phone, how many hits you each took, or how much you all drank out of Jakes alcohol stash. You stood in front of Marie as she had her arms around you, engulfing you in the smell of her floral perfume as you looked at Kim. She was currently arguing on how even though these events suck you all still had to be careful. Kimberly James always came prepared because she had perfume on hand and had a bottle of water. “We should have just skipped and hung out somewhere.” You said. “Y/n, your family would have your head if you didn’t show up.” Marie reminded. “Oh shit don’t you still have to talk to your dad after this?” Jake asked. You went to take another hit when Marie stopped you. “No more let’s just spray the perfume and walk back. We can just sit at a table.” She said. You obliged to your friends request and once everyone was presentable the group left, snagging a table in the corner.

As time went on eventually the night was coming to an end; even snotty business men couldn’t brag about how rich they were forever. You all conversed but also watched how the size of the crowd slowly shrunk. “Eunwoo asked if we wanted to go on his parents yacht tomorrow since it’s a sunday.” Jake mentioned. Everyone agreed that it was a sound plan and they would be down to go. “Are you sure Y/n, isn’t your dad super mad?” Kim questioned you. “Since when has that stopped me. He probably won’t even be around to say no.” You responded. “She could take a weekend vacation to Italy and that man still wouldn’t notice.” Jake said, causing you to laugh. Finally it was time for you to leave and say your goodbyes. You knew not to hug Jake so you guys just did your handshake; people gossip it’s an activity of most Gothamites. Kim and you shared a quick hug, “Make sure to update us.” She said. Then it came to Marie and when you guys hugged she patted your back, “Please don’t say anything stupid when he talks to you. I know your upset but don’t worsen whatever punishment he may dish out.” She whispered. You thanked her in return. “Stay safe out there pookie.” Kim said as you walked away.

It was stupid to think you could embrace the comfort of your room when you arrived back at the manor. “My office, now.” Bruce said with an even tone. You followed behind him, heels clicking on the floor. He took a seat in his big chair and you stood in front of him. The silence wrapped it’s hand around your throat, causing every breath you took to feel strained. “Are you gonna tell me why you were smoking on school property?” All the air rushed to your lungs and you almost felt dizzy. “I have no excuse and I’m sorry.” Came your response, remembering Marie’s words from earlier. “Not only have you embarrassed yourself you made this family and me look bad Y/n.” He stated. You didn’t know why but the way he worded it pissed you off. “This family?” You scoffed out then continued, “What about our family or what’s even left of it?” Bruce took a sip of a drink he poured himself, “You are apart of this family and I don’t know what you’re trying to get at here Y/n but get your act together.”

You should have left it at that you know you should have. “I fight the most dangerous criminals in Gotham day and night but you draw the line at me getting caught smoking. You guys are acting like I committed some heinous crime when I did something that I’m sure other people in our family have done.” Bruce was visibly showing that he was upset now, “That doesn’t matter you’re supposed to be setting an example as an eighteen year old I shouldn’t be hearing about stuff like this.” You wanted to crawl out of your skin and go anywhere but here. “You only care because I got caught not that I’m smoking weed in general because you’re absent but you aren’t that absent to the point where you can’t smell it on me. You just choose not to say anything and only care when it’s convenient for you or I’m putting your so called reputation in jeopardy.” You grit out. He slammed his hands on the desk, “Gotham doesn’t need a hero who acts irrationally and irresponsibly.” That one stung and you couldn’t bite your tongue any longer, “Well news flash that’s majority of all vigilantes and the Justice League.” “Keep this up and I’ll have Stephanie be Batgirl again.” He taunted. Oh but he had to have known that was a sour spot he knew how much you loved being Batgirl and included in the family’s night job. “And there won’t be a new mantle for you to pick up if I do so. Do you hear me?” He asked. You didn’t think you had paused for even a minute before he said it again, “Do you hear me?” “Yes, loud and clear Bruce.” You answered. “Go to bed it’s late.” He instructed you.

Being the petty person you were you slammed the door on the way out. “Shit!” You jumped when you were met with Dick, Tim, Damian, Jason, and even Cass eavesdropping outside the door. You didn’t even want to bother picking apart the emotions displayed on their features. So you just pushed past them, ignoring the multiple shouts of your name. When you got to your room you locked the door not bothering to move an inch from your bed after you got changed and multiple knocked sounded.

a/n not my best work although i do appreciate how many people have been interested so here we are i hope you enjoy and i will release the next chapter soon hopefully also i wanted to tag other people but for some reason it wouldn’t let me and i don’t know how to fix it

tags

@agent-nobody-knows

#dc comics #dc imagine #batfam imagine #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis!reader #batfamily x reader #batfamily imagine #batfam x batsis #batfam #batfam x fem!reader #batfamily x fem!reader #batfamily x batsis!reader

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Sure, the premise of the poll itself is hilarious enough, thinking that after everything they'd been through, Sam accidentally (let alone on purpose) offing Castiel would have any lasting, substantive effect on the Winchesters' relationship [X]. But it's some of the comments that really got me as a fascinating window into just how skewed all the bizarre projective meta desperately trying to create a storyline that doesn't exist has left heller memories of the show.

Times Dean legit offered to kill Sam just for Cass: 0 vs. Times Dean offered he and Sam would try to kill each other for the resurrection of the entire rest of the world which included Cass: 1

Times Dean committed/tried to commit suicide over Cass: 0 vs. Times Dean threw his life away/gave up on life/committed suicide/threatened to commit suicide over Sam: at least 3 vs. Times Dean put himself directly in unnecessary mortal danger/committed temporary suicide for VoTW: at least 2

Times Dean killed someone Sam cared about or got someone Sam cared about killed and it didn't fundamentally change their relationship after the plot arc ran its couse: 2

Times Dean killed someone he cared about for Sam: 1

Times Sam was blamed for getting someone Dean cared about killed while Dean had the KILLYOURBROTHER murder mark of rage and it didn't "heavily damage" their relationship: 1

Like, writing six thousand tons of meta does not actually make Dean's lip service "best friendship" with Castiel his first priority in canon, let alone make him in lurve with Castiel, and certainly not to the point of wanting to die without him. It does not make temporarily killing himself explicitly to talk to ghosts with the stated intention of being right back about Castiel. It does not make the recklessness inherent in that decision magically unrelated to Mary being sucked into an alternate universe and probably killed by Lucifer, Jack's unpredictability and powers, as well as Crowley's sacrificial death for them. Seriously, the amount of scenes angsting about all the other things in that stretch to pretend it's some kind of ~*widower arc*~ about Castiel's death alone is fucking hilariously massive. It does not make his getting killed by monsters suicide, any more than literally every hunt they ever went on was an attempted suicide. Dean is depressed and reckless when the whole world is gone to shit and there's another looming apocalyptic event and Castiel is also dead ... wow, he must lurve Castiel! No, don't you dare remind me of the interlude in the finale where literally nothing else is wrong and he's clearly happy despite Castiel being dead, lalalala can't hear you! Or how much fun he was clearly having at that wrestling match immediately after finding out Castiel was possessed! Or or or. I'm not even going to touch the assertion Dean's relationships to Sam and Jack are fundamentally similar, because ... I can't.

TLDR; no amount of credulous, blinkered meta and reinterpretation alters that the canon directly shows over and over again ...

Times Dean chose Castiel over Sam: 0

#destihellers #shipping goggles of inanity

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PROMPT: “IS THAT A DRAWING OF ME?”

Cassandra: Is that a drawing of me?

Marinette: I wanted to see what you’d look like in your dress at the venue.

Cassandra: [Teasing] What happened to not seeing the bride before the wedding?

Marinette: As the other bride I think I have the power to overrule that rule.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Creepy crawlies; Jack Kline x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is a cute little drabble/small fic requested to me just recently by an anon who wanted some Jack Kline fluff. Took me two days but I came to this idea in the end so I hope you enjoy it anon as well as the rest of my lovely readers.

Warnings: Fluff, bugs, mentions of SPN episode 1x08 BUGS (that episode STILL gives me the heebie-jeebies).

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@queensdivas

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

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It was that time of year, well the first time we ever had to deal with something like this. And of course Sam and Dean had to bail out on a ‘case’ but I knew my brothers just wanted to get out of doing the one thing that everyone does.

Spring cleaning.

Ever since we found the Bunker and decided to make it our permanent home, this place needed a serious scrub down and clean up. Cobwebs, dust, new bed sheets, incense (mainly for me) to be put up to get rid of the ancient smell. So every spring, I try to ensure that this bunker doesn’t end up like it was when we first found it.

Of course that means my brothers always try to get out of it (mainly Dean I just think Sam prefers to do the minor cleaning instead of what I have in mind). And Cass…..well he chooses to go up to heaven every time I say it’s time clean up the bunker. The only person kind enough to help out around here is my beau Jack.

Using my powers, the bookshelf glowed blue and I lifted it up allowing Jack to vacuum underneath it while I brought in a swifer to swipe off each and every book from any dust bunnies.

“I don’t see why my brothers and Cas always try to bail out on Spring cleaning. I’m the one doing the heavy lifting.”

“I’ve noticed a trend that most people don’t enjoy spring cleaning because it’s so boring to do. That unlike normal cleaning, there’s an expectation for things to be so clean, that you’re supposed to see yourself in the floor. Which I don’t get.” Jack told me as he continued his vacuuming.

“I maybe a neat freak but I’m not Danny Tanner level of tidiness. All I want is to make sure we don’t neglect this place and end up in a dust field again. Seriously Jack you cannot begin to understand just how quickly my allergies began to act up when the guys and I first found this place. Bedridden for over a week, and that was before I got these powers.”

“I’m sorry baby. Had I been born yet, I would’ve stayed at your side to take care of you.”

“And that’s why I love you soo much Jackie-bear. You’re too sweet.” After dusting off the last book and once Jack was done vacuuming, he moved out of the way and I set the bookshelf back in it’s place. I turned and with a snap of my fingers and all the books, notes, files and even Dean’s plates he had left since breakfast all raised up into the air and went to their original places.

“You’re like Mary Poppins.” He said with a smile.

“Well if I am, then that makes you my Burt. Come on, let’s head for the kitchen. Lord knows Dean forgot to do the dishes, again.” He followed behind me and right as we got to the kitchen, there I saw dishes upon dishes stacked in the sink, frying pans still on the oven covered in left over eggs and grease. “That man never learns.”

“Why does he leave his dishes out like that?”

“Cause he’s lazy. Do you mind stacking the dishwasher while I deal with the grease pans and the oven?”

“Not at all baby.” I pecked his cheek while I walked over and wish a twist of my wrist, the frying pans lifted off the oven while the cleaning supplies came out from the top shelf cabinet on the island counter.

While the spray bottle filled with Clorox bleach squirted out a few good sprays and the rag did a throughout wipe down, I focused my attention on cleaning the frying pans of the oils and grease from the bacon and sausages Dean had made for breakfast and tossed the leftover egg crumbs into the trash.

“Do you know when the last time Sam took the trash out?” I asked Jack.

“I believe I saw him collect all the trash last night.”

“Well at least he can keep up with the chores. I swear maybe I could use these powers to control Dean and make him scrub all the toilets in this bunker.”

“As funny as that would be to see, I know you’d never use your powers against your brothers.” He said as he dried off one of my good cups with a towel and set it alongside the rack we had for the special dishware.

“Yeah, yeah. But for real, he should at least have the decency to at least rinse off his pans after breakfast. Grease that sits out for too long stains these types of pans, and it’s a hassle to clean up later.”

“I believe you (Y/n).”

“But at least I’m getting it done, otherwise it’d never—” I paused mid-sentence as my body completely froze. My heart raced and my eyes widened as I stared directly at it. It’s many legs all splayed out making it look like a living dust bunny on pointy legs.

The pots and cleaning supplies fell to the ground with a loud bang and I let out a scream and levitated myself into the air trying to get as far away from the little demon as possible.

“What?! What is it (Y/n)? Are you okay!?”

“Kill it quick!” I yelled at Jack.

“Kill what? Where is it? Is it a demon?”

“Yes now quickly before it gets away!”

“Where is it?”

“Over there!” Jack’s eyes soon glowed and he turned to where I was pointing but as he raised his hand, his eyes went back to normal color as he looked around confused.

“Where did you say it was?”

“What are you blind babe!? I told you over there on top of the oven! Kill it with your powers! Torch it! Torture it I don’t care just get rid of it!” he looked around until he seemed to have found what it was. He walked closer to it and he reached out his finger toward it.

“You mean this? But it looks like a dust bunny or a…..” but quickly it began to move and I let out another scream as I shot myself against the corner of the kitchen.

“Don’t touch it! Those bastards are fast now kill it hurry!”

“What is it exactly?” he asked me.

“A house centipede! Jack I’m not playing anymore please just kill it hurry!” I watched as the demonic centipede stopped crawling and was now just short of reaching a hiding spot behind the fridge. Jack looked between me and the house centipede and a smile came across his face before he started to laugh.

He was laughing. My own boyfriend was laughing at my own misery!?

“Jack Kline stop laughing!” I demanded.

“I’m sorry. Really I am but…..(Y/n), you have fought against real demons, archangels, werewolves, vampires, even my own grandfather. And you’re terrified of a tiny little thing like him?”

“Tiny? Tiny!? Do you see the legs on that monstrosity!? Now for the last time get rid of it before it touches me!”

“Okay, okay.” He went over to grab a cup as well as paper towel.

“What are you doing?!” I hissed.

“Getting rid of it like you asked.”

“Not like that! You can’t show mercy to those little bastards! Use your powers and kill the son of a bitch!” I hissed quietly.

“But you told me that all living creatures deserve a chance at life, didn’t you?” I groaned.

“Well yes but that doesn’t include bugs, arachnids, snakes, or any other kind of creepy crawlies!” Jack rolled his eyes and successfully captured the house centipede and he left the kitchen with it between the cup and paper towel.

A few minutes later he came back and he told me it was gone.

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes, I even took him away from the bunker before releasing him. Now can you please come down?” I let out a soft whimper but lowered myself back to the ground. He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. “I still can’t believe you’re scared of bugs. How did I not know of this?”

“Don’t mock me! Besides you weren’t even there when it happened.” I shuddered remembering that day all too well.

“When what happened?” I took in a shaky breath before telling him.

“A long time ago, long before we knew that angels and God were even real, my brothers and I took a case in some realtor development spot. A neighborhood was being built on sacred Native American grounds. Workers were being picked off one by one, at first we thought it was ghostly activity but it was far worse. The entire place was cursed, and the curse was affecting all the insects in the town. By night fall, a swarm of bees had surrounded the family that was responsible for building the neighborhood over the sacred lands. I—I had never seen so many bees in my life. We had no way of escaping, we were completely trapped and had to last the rest of the night being stung and swarmed by bees. Ever since that day, I even see the shape of an insect and I just go back to that day. A defenseless, frightened child being stung and swarmed by bees and no way of escaping.”

Jack listened intently at every word I had to say. For months after that day, I had continuous nightmares of what happened. Even dreamt that it was other bugs attacking me from wasps, locusts, even spiders and ants. Ever since then I’ve been absolutely terrified of any and every bug in the world.

“Wow, I—I had no idea. I’m so sorry that happened to you. And I’m sorry for teasing you about it. I promise I won’t ever bring it up again.”

“Thanks Jackie-babe.”

“Anything I can do to help you?”

“I could go for some ice cream with chocolate syrup and some cuddles on the couch while we watch the Princess Bride.”

“As you wish.” He said quoting the movie before giving me a peck on the nose. I left the kitchen and brought out the blankets and changed my clothes to my comfy pjs while searching for the movie on one of the many streaming services we got.

When Jack came back with my ice cream, we cuddled up on the couch together, my back resting against his chest with his arms wrapped around my stomach and his head buried into my neck. I ate the ice cream as the movie began, I even offered a couple of bites to Jack as we lay there and watched my favorite comfort movie. Forgetting all about the demon-legged creature that traumatized me moments ago.

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Healing Wounds

Pairing - Castiel x Fem!Reader Request: 'heyy! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests for supernatural, but i figured i’d ask anyways! could you do a castiel x female reader? this is kind of specific, but i was thinking about loosely basing it off of the lyrics: “your beauty never ever scared me” - mary on a cross - ghost. cas thinks that he’s not a good fit for the reader, because she’s human. she gets injured on a hunt one day and cass comes to save her. he tells her that he’s no good for her. she shuts him down and it’s just cute on' - @blueflower34 Summary - Y/n usually sits behind the front lines, doing all she can to research the monsters that the brothers slaughter. When the girl finds herself shoved into the front lines, Cass worries it may go south. When it does, he struggles to keep his feelings to himself. Warnings - Violence, angst Words - 2.8K

A/n - I've never written for Cass before, but I tried my best. Also thank you for the lovely request! <3

MASTERLIST

They all knew it was dangerous. Some may even go as far as to call it suicide. Y/n knew it. The brothers knew it. And, most of all, Cass knew it.

Currently, there were a nest of vampires awaiting to strike the streets of a rather innocent town. They preyed at night and scouted out those most vulnerable. They drained the life out of these towns people and turned the ones that engrossed them. The night before, the brothers had gone in, all guns blazing. They barely left a scratch. And, as a more stressing matter, the vamps now knew their faces. There was no element of surprise left.

There were little options remaining and with each day that passed, the body count was only increasing. Y/n was the one who proposed the idea. "I could always go in. Try and mingle my way through them-"

"No." Dean cut in before she could even finish the plan she was stringing together.

"I'm not saying I'm going to go in there and kill every single one of them." That was their job, she thought as she stood from the motel bed. "But I can draw one out."

Cass had been sitting beside the girl on the bed, listening to her beg to go out on a suicide mission. "There's far too many of them." He stated. She glanced back at him, his doe eyes wide with a glint that pleaded for her safety. "It is a terrible plan."

"But it's a plan." Sam debated.

All was silent for a few moments. Until: "You could die." Said Cass after he had stood too.

"Could." The girl reiterated. "We can't wait another day to come up with a plan, when we know someone is going to die tonight."

"And that someone could be you!" The three were all taken aback by Cass' sudden outburst, watching as, he too, seemed to have to readjust himself. He swallowed the lump that had grown in his throat, "We shouldn't risk it."

Y/n shrugged, "Well, it's my life we're risking, I say we at least try."

She looked to the brothers. It was obvious Cass had made up his mind on the matter, but if both of the boys agreed to this, then it was two to one. Sam was the first to nod, "She was right, if we wait any longer, someone else is going to die." He informed Dean as if he wasn't already aware.

The older Winchester huffed in defeat; he knew it was the only option. "Fine, but you stick to the plan, no going off script. You draw them out. That's it." He instructed like he was scolding the girl.

She responded in a mocking salute and a smirk that was trying to slip it's way to the surface, "Yes, sir." She giggled; Dean rolled his eyes.

Cass was suddenly nervous. Y/n was making him feel certain emotions to an extent he wasn't used to. In a matter of seconds, he weaved through anger, anxiety and now he believed he was experiencing desperation. He truly believed that Dean wouldn't agree with it and that, in turn, Y/n would be safe. Alas, now he was struggling to, as Dean said, keep his shit together.

Y/n always stood behind the front lines. While the brothers, and sometimes Cass, went in eager for the blood of monsters, the girl was inside, researching how to kill said monster. So there was no lie in that she was beginning to panic as the four stood outside of the bar. She was pacing, running her lines through her head. The other three were huddled round the trunk - no doubt expressing their lack of hope in this plan.

"Here," Came Sam's voice, pulling Y/n from her swirling thoughts.

She glanced down at a small piece of electronic equipment, "What is it?" She questioned before taking it from Sam's palm.

"Ear piece. You can hear us, we can hear you. It'll make sure we know you're safe." He informed.

She nodded before slipping the plastic in her ear. "Okay." The girl muttered before following Sam back to where Dean and Cass were loitering.

Dean was holding two machetes, Cass had nothing. "You know, you're gonna need to look like your having fun when you get in there. Not like you're about to throw up." The boy joked, but honestly, a part of Y/n was concerned she may truly throw up her dinner.

"You don't have to do this." Cass said, begging to all the Gods this was when she changed her mind.

A pause followed. Each of them waited for her answer until she huffed, "Let's just get this over and done with." Cass' heart felt like it had sank to his stomach. He wanted to voice his absolute outrage at this decision, but it would be no use. He would have urged to offer something else instead of this plan that placed Y/n in the midst of murderers, her playing the prey, but when neither of the brothers did, he worried that maybe it would look like he cared a little too much. Too much that it wasn't so platonic anymore (for him anyway). And while that was the truth, it was the last thing Cass wanted getting out.

So he kept his lips sealed. It seemed as if he was having to do that a lot more. He wouldn't speak when Y/n looked especially pretty. Instead, he opt to become captivated by her beauty, hoping she didn't catch his awing eyes. Or worse, that either of brothers did. Cass knew he would never hear the end of it: several passing comments when Y/n was out of earshot, sexual innuendos he probably wouldn't understand and encouragement to ask her out. Of course, that was something he could never do. He could never put himself, an angel, out there like that to her, a human.

"Remember the script, alright?" Dean uttered, bringing Cass back to the situation at hand. "Go in there, locate one of the vampires-"

"Bring them out here for you guys to deal with, yeah I know." Y/n snapped when she hadn't meant to.

Dean took one of the machetes he was holding and placed it in the hold by the girl's waist, hidden by her jacket. "Nothing off script, you understand?"

She nodded, "Yes." The three shared an expression before finally glancing back at her. "A little hope would be great guys."

"We have hope in you." Assured Sam.

Which was followed up by Cass, "No we don't."

Y/n looked back at the angel with a stern look written into her pupils; he wished he had kept his lips shut again. "Thanks, Cass." He only awkwardly smiled in response, lips sealed.

With one last glance, she aimed for the front of the bar. It wasn't long until her ear started to buzz, "Testing, Y/n just let us know you can hear this." Came Sam's voice.

She could hear him...as well as Cass and Dean in the background.

"How can she hear us? She's in the bar." Inquired the curious boy.

Dean had huffed at his lack of knowledge of this world, "It's an ear piece, Cass."

A smile drifted to the girl's lips that she attempted to conceal as she walked into the bar. "I can hear you." She muttered into her jacket, hoping it wasn't too obvious.

"Good, now just go sit at the bar and well, keep your eye out." Sam instructed.

The girl followed his order, wondering towards an empty bar stool. She checked every face she passed, as if she would be able to spot this vampire in one glimpse. Nothing stood out. So she took a seat, ordered a drink she wouldn't have and kept an eye out.

About ten minutes in, Dean chimed in, "You see anything yet?" He queried.

She scanned the room once again. There were a few concerningly drunk guys in one corner, and a couple that were kissing rather intensely, but nothing of the vampire kind. "Nada." She whispered quietly enough the people around her wouldn't hear it.

"Do you still look like you're about to throw up?" Dean then asked.

Even without seeing him, Y/n's eyes rolled. "What would it matter?" She argued.

"Well, if you want to draw this guy out, you're gonna have to draw him in first." Y/n clicked onto what the boy was getting at. She wasn't one to flirt. Maybe here or there, in towns she knew they would never return, but she wasn't so bad as Dean. "Flick your hair a little bit and smile." He suggested.

Her stomach churned at the idea. "How would that make her anymore attractive to the vampires?" Queried Cass from the background. That, however, had made a light smile draw onto Y/n's lips.

Dean muttered something in reply about looking welcoming, before someone started walking over to the girl. She clocked him right away. He wore black clothes and had a pair of sunglasses caught between the buttons of his shirt. Bingo.

"Hi there," He was charming. But that was all apart of this master plan the vampires had conjured.

A plan of which, right now, Y/n had to play into. "Hey." She forced a smile that was no longer fault of the angel.

He took the empty bar stool next to her and leaned in a little too much for a stranger. "You all alone tonight?" The girl nodded, followed by some mindless chit-chat and another drink she wish had been alcohol free. Then he popped the question, "You want to get out of here?"

She smiled. The vampire, or Jamie as Y/n had learnt his name to be, may have believed that smile was due to what she thought awaited. Truthfully, Y/n was just happy that this was almost over. They wondered out the bar, interlinked arms and a chirp in their step. As they stepped into the chaos of the night street, Y/n swayed to the left, Jamie pulled to the right.

They both stopped, turning with knitted brows. "I know a place this way." Y/n pointed behind her. To the left, where the impala, two brothers and an angel was waiting to slaughter him.

"I know a better place this way." He grinned as if this wasn't awkward at all.

Y/n preyed he didn't pick up on the panic that was grumbling in her stomach. "Y/n, what's going on?" Cass spoke through her ear. She couldn't answer. She could barely move. It wasn't until Jamie linked her arm again that she had no choice but to start walking. It dawn on her suddenly that she was walking to the rest of the nest. She was walking into death. "Y/n don't walk with him." Cass pressured.

Her skin was shaking against Jamie's. "You really gave me no choice." She forced a giggle, her words meant for Cass but woven in a way that didn't come off suspicious. "So where about's is this place?"

"Just a block away." He answered; Y/n hoped it was loud enough for Cass to hear.

"Dean says they'll be there in a few minutes." Cass assured.

Jamie took her down a back street. That was when she realised, he wasn't going all the way back to the nest. No, he was going to kill her here and now. She laughed over her anxiety. "This isn't what I was expecting." There was no one on the other line anymore. The three were rushing to gather dead mans blood and blades. No time to stop and listen to what Y/n believed could now be her last words.

He took a few steps closer. Y/n took a few steps away. Her back hit a wall. Shit.

Jamie was talking to her, but she was barely listening, reaching for the machete that was situated by her waist. In one swift movement, she took it in her grip and swung it. She missed. Jamie had ducked backwards, his stare never leaving the girl. "Well that was hardly nice." He taunted, beginning to move back towards her.

Y/n gripped the machete so hard her knuckles had turned white. She went to swing again once Jamie got close enough, but she was too slow. He grasped her shoulders and thrown her against a wall. Hard enough that she suddenly felt as if she were seeing everything in threes. As she turned over, groaning, her eyes met Jamie. He was standing over her, now with her blade in his hand.

"Hmm," He mocked in thought as he leaned over her, the blade brushing over her skin. "Now what?" He questioned himself before a wide smile spread across his lips. Then, rather slowly, he dragged the machete against her forearm, letting the blood soak her shirt.

The pain seemed to stop within a moment. Y/n wasn't sure why right away - her pounding mind was making her slow - but once she turned her head, she found Cass. Another moment later, Jamie's head was rolling across the concrete floor.

Y/n watched as the boy came over to her, crouching down. "Cass." His name came out like a whisper from her lips. It came out gentle and whimsical as if she were just dreaming him.

Alas, the angel really was here. Cass took off his tie and quickly wrapped it around her bleeding arm. "Come on." He said before scooping his arms under her body.

She waved her hands a little as to stop him, "What about Sam and Dean? What about the nest?"

He continued, whisking her up as she flung one arm around his neck. "Sam and Dean are at the nest now. They've got it covered." He assured as they stepped out onto the street.

At this time of night, many people were wondering around, eager for their next shot. And, had Y/n been fully conscious, she may have asked Castial if she could have walked. Because, fully conscious Y/n would have noted how strange they probably looked: Being carried down bridal-style, with a bloody tie pulled around her forearm. Cass had no care for the strange looks. If anything, he was used to them by now, and nothing mattered more to him than getting Y/n somewhere safe.

Once at the motel, Cass was adamant on nursing Y/n back to health. He guided her to the bathroom, took the jacket from her skin and rolled up her sleeves to reveal the wound that littered her arm. All the boy needed to do was brush his hand over said wound and, within an instant, it had healed. No scar left to haunt her.

"Thanks." Y/n had muttered as she learnt against the sink. An uneasy laugh followed when Cass said nothing in return. His eyes had been wondering over Y/n. He never should have let her go through with this plan. And maybe he would never be able to voice his concerns too loudly, but he would take that role of that angel on her shoulder. "I probably look like a mess right now."

Her words brought the boy back to reality where he was shocked by them. Cass met the girl's pupils and his seemingly filled with sympathy. "You look beautiful." It had all just sort of slipped out in that moment. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that had come with killing the vampire, or maybe it was killing him to not just say something to Y/n.

She wasn't sure how to reply. So she shook her head and laughed it off, "Cass-"

"I'm serious." He interjected. "I mean, when am I not?" She was silent. This was probably one of them moments when Cass should have kept his lips sealed. But she was looking at him in a way that seemed to urge him on, her eyes pooling with this certain curiosity that begged to know what Cass had truly meant when he called her beautiful. "I may be overstepping, but I mean it. Your beauty is one I struggle to comprehend. And you make me feel many emotions I'm not used to. And I know, you are a human and I could never-" He stopped himself, subconsciously having taken a few small steps closer as if she were reeling him in. "I just wanted you to know."

Cass was searching Y/n for any signs of what was to follow. What he hadn't expected was her lips on his. Yet, he eased into them. His gut exploded like fireworks and a smile traced Y/n's lips until they pulled away. "Your beauty never scared me."

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trans male rom coms !! or any trans rom coms if there are not that many published !!! happy endings please !!!

so these might not all be romantic-comedies, but they are all Romances with a happy ending or Happily For Now, to the best of my knowledge; italicized titles are ones I've read myself and recommend as a transgender man

Contemporary Romance

(YA) Spy Stuff by Metzger, Matthew J.

Finding Your Feet by Lennox, Cass

(YA) Something Like Gravity by Smith, Amber

Don't Feed the Trolls by Kudisch, Erica (questioning masc NB)

(YA) Felix Ever After by Callender, Kacen (demiboy)

(YA) Stay Gold by McSmith, Tobly (hate crime, but happy ending)

Make a Circle by Joyce, Elliot

Cat's Got Your Heart by Zero, Jem

Life Underwater by Metzger, Matthew J.

Walking on Water by Metzger, Matthew J.

Reverb by Zabo, Anna

(YA) Meet Cute Diary by Lee, Emery

(YA) The Passing Playbook by Fitzsimons, Isaac

(YA) May the Best Man Win by Ellor, Z. R.

(YA) Jaya and Rasa: A Love Story by Patel, Sonia

(YA) A Million Quiet Revolutions by Gow, Robin (t4t)

(YA) Sharing Secrets by Metzger, Matthew J.

Coffee Boy by Chant, Austin

(YA) Rebel Boys and Rescue Dogs, or Things That Kiss with Teeth by Shrum, Brianna R.

(MG) On a Summer Night by Vidrine, Gabriel D.

Their Troublesome Crush by West, Xan

Acoustics by Price, London

(YA) The Feeling of Falling in Love by Deaver, Mason

(YA) Beating Heart Baby by Min, Lio

Welcome, Caller by Wright, M. Dean

Chef's Choice by Alexander, T. J. (t4t)

(YA) We Go Together by de Niverville, Abigail

(YA) If I Can GIve You That by Bulla, Michael Gray

(YA) Always the Almost by Underhill, Edward

A Shot in the Dark by Lee, Victoria

Historical Romance

The Companion by Ottoman, E. E. (t4t4t poly triad)

(YA) Self-Made Boys by McLemore, Anna-Marie

The Doctor's Discretion by Ottoman, E. E.

Fantasy / Sci-Fi / Paranormal Romance

(YA) The Heartbreak Bakery by Capetta, A. R. (NB x trans-masc)

(YA) Help Wanted by Emery, J. (questioning F, could be NB or ftm)

A Knight to Remember by Simkiss, Ceillie

(YA) Venom & Vow by McLemore, Anna-Marie

Mystery Romance

The Queer and the Restless by Ripper, Kris

(YA) A Fine Bromance by Moss, Christopher Hawthorne

full notes on representation and publishing info at qbdatabase.com

#transgender #trans rep #ftm #trans man #romance #romance books #adult books #YA books #ask #anon #answered

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Dean Winchester- A Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader

Pov: Dean Winchester

Warnings: Fluff, Angst-ish, Yelling, Cursing, 18+

Summary: When Mary Winchester ruins her relationship with both Dean and Sam. Y/n only wants to help, so she sets something special up for Dean.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request from anon.

WC- 1.0k

Dean W. Master List // Main Master List // Requests Master List

Listening to my mother come up with some bullshit excuse was more than I needed in my life at this point. She claims she's not blind to the way the Brits work, but I think that's bullshit. We both think it's bullshit.

Sam had been taken and tortured by these guys, and all the other bullshit they had dragged us into. She was less than understanding of the fake people she was working with. Sam is more than disappointed; he never grew up with Mom. I did, but it's not like four years can make a real change. Mary wasn't the same person I knew so long ago.

"When did you start working for them?" Sam asks he looks so sad, but I can't throw my own anger to support him right now. We had been around a lot of liars, we are liars ourselves. "Since the lake house, it was their case." I stand there dumbfounded that we were somehow having this conversation standing in the bunker.

"You kept that from us." I relive the whole moment, Cass had almost died. Her words just started to mold together. her bullshit lies. A hunter had died, and all for what a better way of doing things. I could never believe that my mother was that type of person. The person who puts herself before others.

"Our whole lives you've been gone. You said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space, so we gave you your space. No, you needed space from us." She stares at me and my younger brother, and I can feel another set of eyes on me. Y/n, a girl we found over eight years ago. She was a young adult, but to me, she was my daughter a daughter that I don't think I'd ever want to walk away from especially not how my mother just did.

"I'm your mother, but I am not just a mom, and you are not a child" My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear the words hit my ears. Not a child, I never got the chance. "I was never a child, so between us and them." Mary desperately tries to back the situation out of the corner it's been driving itself into. "It's not like that Dean." I swallow the words that want to come up, and look over at Sam, "Yeah it is Mary, and you made your choice so there's the door."

I at this point end up just walking away, my heart is broken and the tears burning at the edges of my eyes are hurting more than the anger I'm pushing further down in my chest. My daughter watches as I brush past her and into my room. Slamming the door, that's when the true and real emotion comes falling out of me. The tears fall and the way I just can't catch my breath.

I had just gotten her back, Sam had just started learning about his mother from his mother. All for Mary to go and fuck it all up because she wasn't honest because she lied to both of us. It's hours before I leave my room.

A knock on my door is what had me dragging my ass out of my room. the tears had stopped only a few hours ago, and the only thing that sat in my chest was the burning, boiling anger. I open the door, and there's my daughter Y/n standing with hopeful and sad eyes. "Dean, do you want to maybe come and watch a few movies with me?" She asks her voice cherry and trying.

As much as I would have loved to go out and watch a few western movies with her I just couldn't bare the thought of yelling or screaming at her all because of Mary. Or even worse bumping into her because she hasn't left yet. When I had haven't answered Y/n continued, "I even invited Sam, he's waiting for us." She tires, "Honey, I'm really not in the mood right now, so…" She nods like my anger is something she's used to having to work around.

It burns me, but she smiles, leans in, and kisses my cheek, "That's alright, Dad, you know where we are." With that Y/n is walking away and I shut the door. The way my heart burns in my chest. My daughter and younger brother were trying to get over the yelling and how Mary had burned everyone here in the bunker.

I stare at the shut door, and then at the picture of Mary and I when I was young. I pull out a book, a diary of sorts. I write down everything that happened. All the emotions I wanted to push deep down, all the things that went wrong, and all the things that could have gone right.

My wrist hurts when I smell popcorn being popped in the kitchen. The laughter that's filling the cold and silent bunker. I close the diary and poke my head out of my bedroom door. The laughter grows and it's a mixture of Sams and Y/ns. I can't help but be drawn in by it. I poke my head into my man cave. The lights are all off, the only light coming from the TV. An old western is playing on the screen, and all my favorite treats are on the table in front of the old couch. "Dean?" I hear Sam question, looking away from the TV, "Yeah, it's me." Y/n's eyes light up and she turns a massive smile on her face, she pats the open spot between her and Sam.

"Come sit here and we can restart the movie." She says with cheer in her voice. I can't help but smile in return, "alright" I move quickly, Sam and Y/n are smiling widely up at me. "What made you come out?" Sam whispered, I dig my hand into the bowl of popcorn, "The food Sammy boy." He rolls his eyes, while Y/n curls up into my side. "It will be okay Dad, I promise," Y/n mutters as the movie restarts. I lean down and kiss her forehead, "I hope so honey."

Completed on: 05/08/2023

Posted on: 05/08/2023

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

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