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cadybear420 · 1 year

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"Gender Coding" in Choices.

This is not about actual gender coding problems, ie. stuff that does not match the MC/LI's chosen gender (like pronoun errors, smut scene errors, or clothing description errors) or makes zero sense with the chosen gender of MC/LI (like Paolo saying women aren't fit for the working world while basically marrying off his daughter to a female CEO in the f!Sam route).

I'm talking SPECIFICALLY about the numerous takes such as when a m!MC is called "female coded" because he takes on more feminine personality/roles just as the f!MC does. And why it's honestly kinda problematic to call them "gender coding".

Sure, PB may have written them with f!MC in mind, and sure, it may not be typical for most guys to act more feminine or take on feminine roles (which is because most behavior differences in men and women are due to gender-based socialization rather than actual innate biological traits btw). But coding is more than just something being "obviously" written with wlm in mind. There's a huge difference between something that was written with wlm in mind but isn't nonsensical with non-wlm routes, and something that is not only clearly written with wlm in mind and makes absolutely no sense or has absolutely zero match with non-wlm routes.

Like please, tell me how small things like male MCs getting heroically saved by his female LIs, female Trystan holding an umbrella for COP male MC, TCH male MC running away from an older man who is (tw) sexually assaulting him, and ID male MC sitting in female Gabe's lap are in ANY WAY as ridiculous and unrealistic as shit like the lube-free default-bottom mlm smut scenes, the magic penis wlw smut scenes, Cas referencing "the bad girls in all the old high school movies", AME male MC getting told he can show off his "hot bod" in an outfit that looks like an off-brand Doctor Who cosplay, or Paolo basically saying "Now that Sofia is marrying a female CEO she can fulfill her purpose as a wife and mother because women are ticking bombs who are unstable in the workplace".

And this is the point where you may say "Well I just want more variety in how the books are written and options for how MC can behave because it kills my immersion when my male MC behaves like a womanized man all the time". Well, if you just want MCs that are more "masculine" or have more "masculine" traits, just say that you want more masculine traits in MCs. Cause I have some harsh news for you: wanting more variety and options in the stories and MCs isn't a non-wlm-exclusive issue.

Here's the truth: PB isn't just "writing for male LI/female MC and not caring about the non-wlm players". They're writing with incredibly gender-stereotyped dynamics of wlm in mind. To suggest that PB is actually caring about the wlm players with this writing is very laughable; the lack of variation in the writing can be just as harmful and immersion-killing for wlm players as it is for the non-wlm players.

If you play a "wlm coded" routes as the supposedly "intended" wlm route, it's usually very gender-stereotyped. And as a gender-nonconforming cis wlm myself, it makes a lot of wlm routes VERY frustrating and immersion-killing. A lot of wlm routes are like this, whether it's GOC MC/GL male LI, GL MC/GOC LI, GL MC/GL male LI, or GOC MC/GOC LI. Male LI is always protective of the female MC, male LI is always the boss/CEO/professor/higher-up/etc. while female MC is always the newbie, male LI is always saving the damsel-in-distress female MC, female MC is always sitting in male LI's lap, male LI is always carrying female MC, female MC is always doing a sexy dance to impress male LI.

There are only 2 books where a male or "male coded" LI wears sexy underwear for MC, compared to 10 books where a female or "female coded" MC wears sexy underwear for LI (doesn't help that the male sexy underwear always looks like bland crap whether it's for MC or for LI)*. There are only 2 books I know of where a female or "female coded" MC is allowed to lift up/carry her male LI, compared to... the countless books where the male or "male coded" LI lifts up/carries the MC (and just to be clear, yes, some people can have a lot of physical strength even if they don't have a lot of muscle build).

*I know that the MC lingerie options aren't really considered female-coded, probably because they occur almost exclusively in genderlocked books, but I'm still including it as an example of PB stereotyping the romances.

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with players who do enjoy these dynamics in wlm routes. But when these patterns occur this frequently in the wlm routes, that's when it's a problem. And it really doesn't help that these are the same dynamics by which many female-audience-targeted wlm romances in YA novels– heck just mainstream wlm and mlw romances in general– have been written as for YEARS. (This very reason is why I actually consider it usually better when certain stories like TCH, SW, and ID are played as mlw versus as wlm).

And as I've said before, non-wlm aren't the only ones who can be negatively affected by this. Just because we wlm are the primary target audience of PB's game doesn't mean they truly care about us or that they're representing us well. Not all wlm/straight women like being carried by a man, dressing in lingerie for a man, doing a sexy hip-shaking dance for a man, sitting in a man's lap, etc.

So when I see people call this stuff "female coded" or "wlm coded" in non-wlm routes, it feels like it's implying that it's only a problem when it carries over to non-wlm routes. As if it's okay to write very feminine female MCs but not very feminine male MCs.

And it's honestly disheartening, because it feels like many people just don't really care about the lack of variety in options for wlm. To illustrate my point? People only ever complain about AME MC always walking down the aisle in the wedding by default regardless of gender, but no one ever complains about ROE MC always walking down the aisle in her wedding by default. People only ever complain about MC being lifted up/carried by LI all the time in books with GOC options, but never in genderlocked routes. The GOC MCs that are occasionally said to "feel more male coded" or "actually feel like they play well as a male MC" are ALWAYS the more competent and experienced ones like TH:M MC, TPA MC, and COP MC. I once saw a take that a Shipwrecked scene "actually felt like GOC" because it had options for who spoons who. Basically, any form of "feminine" traits/roles are only criticized as "unrealistic" or "killed my immersion" when it's a male/GOC MC, and any form of "masculine" traits/roles are only criticized as "unrealistic" or "killed my immersion" when it's a GOC female LI.

TLDR: Look, I'm all for more variety and options in how PB writes their MCs, LIs, and romance dynamics. But a lot of the problems that people call "gender coded" are problems that affect wlm too because of how grossly gender-stereotyped a lot of wlm routes are.

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angie-j-kay · 2 months

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🌸 and/or 🍀

Lol, I messaged you asking which OC to write about without checking the list. I need more tea. 🌸 Who's your most morally questionable OCs (not including villains)?

Gods, this is a hard one. I mean, it's gonna have to depend on your definition of "villains." I've got a couple of characters who aren't formally antagonists, but are still very much awful people.

To be fair, NONE of my characters are paragons of virtue. Most of these guys suck a little bit. Hell, even one of my romantic leads eats a bunch of people in the first book. And the second... and... yeah, Reli's got a theme here.

And if we're considering that the Fae do NOT measure themselves by Human ethics? Even the so-called Good Guys are going to make some decisions that we all hate. I wish they'd ask me before they do this crap.

As it is, I'm gonna be stuck somewhere between Ser Elias and Agent Larson, though. I won't tell you why, because that would be a spoiler, and they're both allies in the first book, but yeah. These two... just nah.

🍀 Which OCs would get along the best?

Most of them do interact at some point, and oddly, Doctor Pertwee and Billy Jameson surprised me by getting along way, way too well. Two old dudes who are trying just SO HARD to not have any more adventures of their own, but keep having to step in to rescue those damned kids who can't stay out of trouble. I suppose it was only a matter of time before they wound up living together.

Other notable options: Tracey and Sarah The Reliquus and Tracey Billy and Elias

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What You Cast Out: A Tale From Little Egypt (Novel Masterpost HERE!)

A small college town is rocked by a horrific murder, with only one suspect. Officer Gabe Nelson knows Tracey Rutledge can't possibly be guilty, but the only thing more incriminating than the woman's behavior is everything else that his investigation reveals.

Why does the case trace back to her childhood home, and why did she run away from it eight years ago?

Why is the FBI as interested in Tracey as they are in the murder?

What smells like wet dogs?

As the case closes in on Tracey, so does the real killer. Gabe will have to choose between the life he has always believed in and the values he has always held, while the world he thought was real starts to fall apart.

Chapter 1 will be released to the public on March 1, and Chapters 3-5 will be available to Patreon and Ko-Fi followers!

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sporticus1234 · 1 year

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Sigh...

And once again, PB meets its expectations in giving a rushed ending to another solid book. Why can they start these not-smut books with good effort and give their crap-filled smut stories more effort and not give the ending to their non-smut books the same effort?

I mean, it wasn’t all bad. We got to

1) Give Martin the tongue-lashing he deserved

2) Being made founder of the law firm

3) GABE FINALLY ADMITTING HE LOVES US

But other than that, it was clearly rushed. The usual 30 diamond, last chapter scene was so poorly done it was almost not worth spending the diamonds for it. A casual hookup option that cost less gets better writing than the actual love interest and MC hooking up in the 30 diamond scene? It got saved only by Aislinn or Gabe saying they loved us.

I’ll be sad to see this story go and I’ll be sad to see Gabe go considering he is arguably one of the best love interests PB has written, but I’ll forever be disappointed they couldn’t give more effort into giving this book the ending and send-off it deserved.

#choices laws of attraction #laws of attraction #my thoughts

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heaven-said · 3 months

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{{ OH BUT ALSO MOST IMPORTANTLY--

Oh crap, I think the biggest revelation is that the extermination is a secret to even Heaven-- but that......... that makes sense in hindsight LMAO

Do totally feel free to keep writing any threads that break that rule, I can always just be canon divergent, I'm bound to be in some way anyhow!

But also, I can write a Gabriel that keeps that secret

and

that really is gonna tarnish his heroic reputation huh HAHA--

I mean, I think for him it will still be that he's famed for killing demons even before, its just that he's meant to kill really bad monsters, dangerous monsters, so for it to be revealed that he kills without discriminating it is going to look bad. But he believes what he's doing is good still !! He thinks he IS being heroic, it just isn't pretty and the masses won't understand the nuances and he wants to be something that can inspire people to be strong blah blah--

but.... its possible the council-- the higher angels will keep that whole trial debacle from Heaven's general masses still? To prevent panic?

But either way, Gabe is going to feel even more on edge about the lie he's keeping up. You know he's not a good liar.

But he'll do it, for Heaven' sake. }}

#✟ → { o.o.c. } ⋰⋰#hh spoilers #hazbin hotel spoilers #✟ [ 1. ] → { 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑. } ⋰⋰ hazbin / helluva.

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faytelumos · 1 year

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Teacher's Lounge

The principal sighed as she pushed into the teacher's lounge, going straight for the coffee machine. She set her mug down and tore open three sugar packets, then put a small scoop of powdered creamer in before grabbing the pot. She let the coffee pour in until it was almost too much, then slapped it back into the warmer, sighed, and picked up her cup.

She turned around and leaned against the counter, locking eyes with the young punk sitting at the table. He was reading Wuthering Heights. Again.

"You know we have books you've never read before in the library," the principal grumbled, lifting the cup to her lips. The punk took a painted nail out of his mouth with a shrug.

"I know I like this one."

"So you're just never gonna read a new book again?"

"Maybe next year," he said with a shit-eating grin. The principal rolled her eyes as the door opened. One of the older science teachers walked in.

"Oh, hey, Gabe," he greeted, walking to the coffee pot.

"Hey, Mister Hammen," the punk said. The principal moved over to allow the teacher to grab a cup.

"Jack," the principal muttered into her cup.

"Oh, no first names in front of the kids," the teacher stage-whispered, "we don't want them to think we're human." He jabbing a thumb back at Gabe, who chuckled and shared an amused look with Jack. The principal inhaled deeply.

"I should really kick him out of here," she muttered.

"Wait!"

"No, I'm good, I promise."

"He's not hurting anyone."

The principal looked between both boys, seeming to stew with her coffee cup held in both hands against her bottom lip. Jack was giving her the sort of look a dog would use to guilt-trip someone, but Gabe still looked smug as hell. She held his gaze for just a second, and then he fixed his face to look much more pathetic.

"That's what I thought," she snarked with a little grin. She left the counter and walked back into the hall, protecting her mug along the way as if someone would steal it. Gabe put the book down and leaned forward as Jack poured a heaping scoop of powdered creamer into his paper cup.

"Any fun labs coming up?" Gabe asked. Jack let out a long sigh.

"We have one at the end of the year," he said, "but it's hard to do chem labs in high school." He pried open four sugar packets at once. "You should take chem when you get to college. It's much more fun."

"Eh, college is a trap," Gabe grumbled, sitting back in the chair and picking up his time-worn book. "My generation can't afford that crap."

"Tell me about it," Jack grumbled, grabbing two more sugars.

"How's Shay?"

"She's doing well. She gets her bachelor's next summer."

"Oh, neat!" Gabe put the book down again, and Jack looked over his shoulder to see the bright smile on Gabe's face. "How are you guys gonna celebrate?" Jack shrugged, looking forward and grabbing the coffee pot.

"We'll have family over, go eat at a steakhouse, spend all night drin-uh, talking too loud." Gabe chuckled, angling his book to read again.

"Smooth recovery, Mister Hammen."

The door opened again, letting the noise of the hall in as two more teachers entered.

"Misses Anderson, Miss Das."

"Morning, Gabe," Misses Anderson said with a smile.

"Gabriel," Miss Das said with a false severity.

"Miss Das," Gabe gasped dramatically, lowering his book again, "you make that dress look beautiful."

"Read your book," Das snapped, but Jack and Anderson were both hiding smirks. Gabe raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning.

"Misses Anderson, when are we getting a creative writing class?" Anderson threw her head back with a sigh as Das grabbed a paper cup.

"Maybe next year?" Gabe sighed as Anderson opened the fridge.

"It's almost like that class won't help me get a job," Gabe grumbled. Anderson and Jack both burst into laughter.

"Next thing you know you'll be asking Gladys for a painting class," Anderson joked. She, Gabe, and Jack laughed.

"If we could afford a painting class," Jack laughed, "maybe I could get materials for labs."

"If we had money for a painting class," Gabe joked, "we'd probably get it from the chemistry fund." Jack barked another laugh.

"Just fire me at that point," he chuckled. Gabe and Das laughed. Jack took a sip of his coffee, then went to the door, waving at everyone on the way. Everyone uttered their goodbyes as he slipped out.

"Speaking of Gladys, you should probably get out of here," Anderson said, inspecting the hummus she'd pulled from the fridge.

"She was already in here," Gabe said, leaning back in his chair again, pulling the book into his lap.

"Well, then, I guess carry on," Anderson said chipperly. She waved to Das before leaving the room.

Das leaned back against the counter, swirling a tea bag in her paper cup of hot water. She held Gabe's gaze, and he looked back with a soft, worn smile.

"You gotta stop flirting with me in public," she reprimanded lightly. He sighed, looking down at the open book in his lap.

"Yeah," he uttered, his voice slightly darker. "I guess the age difference puts people off."

"You're hilarious," Das said sarcastically. Gabe looked up from under his lashes, grinning devilishly. Das raised the cup to her lips to hide an amused grin. He looked down again, rubbing the corner of a page between his fingers.

"Any sign of the rogue yet?" he asked quietly. His smile was already gone. She shook her head, lowering the cup, looking down into the still-weak tea.

"I can't tell if they're a student," she uttered.

"They are," Gabe rumbled. His tone was darker still, now. His face seemed to have aged ten years, his jaw taught, his eyes tired. He kept looking at the book. "They're… yeah." Gabe sighed, reaching up and rubbing his eyes.

"I can call in another hunter," Das offered.

"No," Gabe rasped. "I don't actually need the help. I can find them." He put his hand down, looking hard at the book in his lap, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I was just curious." Das sighed, then put her cup on the counter. She clasped her hands before her, looking down at them.

"You know I respect you, and I trust you know what you're doing," she started.

"But?"

"You need help, old man." Gabe shook his head, licking his fangs bitterly. "I know you're a good hunter, but you don't know kids anymore."

"Kids don't change, the slang does," he growled. "I can handle this." He looked up, meeting Das' gaze fiercely. "They haven't tried to kill since I interrupted them; they know they're intruding." He looked away. "I'm figuring it out." Das inhaled deeply, picking up her tea again.

"If they hurt a second kid," she whispered, "I'm getting involved."

"I know," Gabe rasped, reaching up and rubbing his mouth. Das ran a hand through his hair as she passed. He reached up and caressed her arm, and she stepped out into the fading noise of the hall.

#Fayte writes #writeblr #writing #vampires #vampire and vampire hunter #this is my take on the ''vampire attending highschool'' trope #I've had this idea for awhile #didn't mean for the piece to be so short but #barely edited

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colorsofyourheart · 2 years

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Small world, huh?

AN: Just a little thing I'm working on for Chenrich and needed to get into writing so I can finally concentrate on all the reports I'm supposed to have ready before Monday...

A normal girl in a normal town.

That's what she'd told Dr Lynn she would be once she got to Haven Springs… and that was probably the moment that she jinxed it.

But how was Alex supposed to know she was going to walk into the plot of a rom-com movie?

Yes, okay. She had her powers and should have known better than to think she would be able to hide them and ignore them just because she was out of that damn group home. But it hadn't even been five minutes since she got off that bus that she got her first glimpse of a strong emotion with Gabe feeling sad he missed her growing up --which she was fortunately able to stop by making some comments and distracting him-- and not even an hour later she would be beating the crap out of a violent asshole and hitting her own brother.

And a sane person would think that would be the thing freaking her out the most right? Losing control. But nope, Alex certainly wasn't anywhere near sane… empathy curse, remember?

No, what was freaking Alex out happened after the sadness and before the ass whooping, which in hindsight probably made losing it on Mac easier since her own emotions had already been a mess when the idiot decided to beat up Alex's brother.

And really, why would her emotions be anything other than a mees, when only about 20 minutes after getting off the bus and meeting with her long lost brother, Alex would end up locking eyes with a girl she had met over a year ago and spent a really hot no strings attached but definitely unforgettable week ‘exploring’ the women loving side of her sexuality with, and whom Alex hadn’t expected to see ever again –but often fantasized about because who wouldn’t fantasize with the hot, confident drummer chick who could probably turn nuns gay with one of her sexy smirks?

'Gotta fucking chill... but fuck just fucking look at her.'

And right at that moment Alex was definitely looking, because holy shit… did she get hotter? How could she possibly have gotten hotter? It simply wasn't humanly possible and... 'Oh God she recognized me!'

The green eyed girl's eyes widened in surprise before moving down Alex's body with obvious appreciation and unknowingly making the shorter girl shiver.

'Holy fuck… is that really her?'

'Shit, she looks even hotter with short hair.'

'What's she doing here? Did she come for me?'

The words hit Alex's mind first before an image of Alex coming for the taller girl in a completely different way and an emotional explosion of purple and gold assaulted her mind and knocked her unconscious.

#chenrich #steph gingrich #alex chen #lis #lis true colors #small world huh?#chenrich fanfic #they fvcked before #Gabe doesn't like this post #guy is gonna need therapy #work in progress

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theofficialimaginariumblog · 6 months

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Nightmare Fuel

Adults actually find this book (and film) scarier than kids do, with the unsettling feeling of the Imaginarium being not quite right giving way to its later transformation in the climax.

That and the theme of children being so easily lured away by strangers through entertainment and tasty food. Does This Remind You of Anything?

The whole concept of the Imaginarium, a vast amusement park that's actually a trap for unsuspecting children!

The jerky way Elmo Eagle moves in the film. Brrr...

And (in both the book and the film) once he writes that message on the glass of his display, everything changes from a light fantasy adventure to a kid’s horror story.

“Don’t eat... Get out!!!”

When the kids discover Gabe’s journal in the film, we flashback to Gabe witnessing his friends being drugged by the candies to the point of forgetting him and their former lives before they are transformed into a miniature carousel as the poor kid can do nothing but watch. Seeing them smiling with Dull Eyes of Unhappiness before they change is pretty unsettling. The Creepy Circus Music doesn't help.

One reviewer worded it perfectly:

“Imagine being a state where you are you at one moment but then you faded to sudden blurred mind and memory, just blankness and mindless bliss. Your memories slipping away and you don’t even remember where you came from. But then you feel a painless yet unpleasant sensation of your body being physically twisted into some inanimate object and your mind just completely woke up to recognize it. Then spending possibly eternity as that attraction, barely able to move but totally unable to speak or cry for help. That’s exactly how those kids must have felt after eating those candies. And what is even worse, is they didn’t even know what led to it until after it happened."

The whole Nothing Is Scarier approach regarding the Central, which we never see.

Some of the inhabitants of Freak’s Town can be grotesque, which probably isn't helped by how well they're animated in the movie.

In the book, the group pass by a sleeping spider the size of a dog in the Haunted Academy. It's mentioned only briefly, is never explained, and they don't dwell on it. In its own eerie way, it's almost scarier than a spider that’s wide awake because of how nonchalantly it gets introduced and dismissed with no indication of where this enormous spider came from.

In the film, said spider is resting on a giant cocoon encasing something. The whole time you're just waiting for something to pop out or wondering what the hell is inside that giant cocoon.

If anything, the music during that scene can certainly scare the crap out of you, especially if you listen to it in the dark.

Bonko’s true form in the film. Whereas in the book he’s a ghostly entity, here, he’s a HUGE armored spider that is also disturbingly fast. Thankfully, it becomes Nightmare Retardant once he reforms.

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necrolightss · 5 years

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hey hoichis a rlly cool char and i believe theres a term for his species of him being part human/angel! he would be a nephilim!!

looking into the Nephilim it looks as if they’re giants born from “wicked angels” / fallen angels , hoichis a son of an angel that never fell rather than a fallen one and hes actually pretty short, the only angel shorter than him that he’s met has been adriel!

i might be wrong though? im not religious so my knowledge comes from research and readings and i havent researched the Nephilim as much as other forms of angel haha

to be fair their world is also not… this one its very beastly and the angels in it arent the same ones from the bible outside of shared names

#kira writes crap #it was gabe btw marion and hoichis dad is gabriel #saltyditty #oc talk #lov discussin ocs n shit hella #short basard wears heels constantly bc hes like 5ft tall #ALSO I FORGOT TO MENTION IT BUT HOICH IS SUPER LIKE. LOUD #which is why Gabe bc messanger to me means. yell all time? yell all time

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mixedfandomer · 2 years

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I JUST GOT MY AO3 INVITE SO IMMA START WRITING MY CRACK FIC HERE ARE SOME INCORRECT QUOTES WITH CHARACTERS ONLY OC IS THE VILLAIN

Some things about the fic it’s a cross over with Encanto, Moana, Elena of Avalor, and Tangled the series. Camilo is gender fluid and the main ship is Isabela x Moana and if you find that grammar and/or spelling is wrong feel free to point it out so I can fix that

Gabe: Are they stupid?

Luisa: Yes, but they prefer to be called Camilo.

Moana : I am an expert at identifying birds.

Elena : Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Moana : Yeah, they're all birds.

Isabela : I love you.

Moana, not paying attention: What was that?

Isabela : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Moana: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Isabela : *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Moana: That one. I want that one.

Moana: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Isabela : Marry me.

Isabela : Are you sure Moana's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

Isabela : I want to kiss you.

Moana, not paying attention: What?

Isabela : I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Isabela : Can you cut me some slack, Moana? I’m sort of in love.

Moana: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Isabela : I’m in love with you.

Moana: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Camilo : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Varian: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Camilo : O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Varian: Is it working?

Camilo : Why are your tongues purple?

Isabela : We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Moana: I had a red one.

Camilo : oh.

Camilo :

Camilo : OH.

Varian:

Varian: You drank each others slushies?

*playing twister*

Camilo : Right hand red.

Isabela : *ends up on top of Moana*

Moana: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Camilo : I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

Camilo : You know, Isabela gives moana flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.

Varian: Okay.

*Later*

Varian: *gives Moana flowers*

Moana: ???

Varian: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

Varian: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Isabela : *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Varian: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Isabela : Aww, it's a love note for Camilo ?

Varian: No-

Isabela : *opens it*

Isabela :

Varian:

Isabela : I can't read this.

Camilo : Due to personal reasons, I will be f*cking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Moana: Did Varian say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Camilo : THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

Camilo : *seductively takes off glasses*

Camilo : Wow...

Varian: *blushes* Haha... what?

Camilo : You're really f*cking blurry.

Moana: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Isabela , blushing: Okay.

Varian: It's f*cking summer.

Isabela : If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Moana: Yes.

Isabela : I love you.

Moana: It back.

*Later*

Mirabel: Why is Isabela crying face-down on the floor?

Camilo : I’m this close to falling in love with Varian.

Moana: Your fingertips are touching.

Camilo : Exactly.

Varian: Why don’t you go talk to them?

Moana, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Varian: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Moana: They could hear me.

Moana: Is something burning?

Isabela , leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Moana: Isabela , the toaster is literally on fire.

Camilo : Where are you going?

Varian: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Camilo : I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Isabela , knowing full well that Camilo got Varian an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

Varian: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Camilo , blushing: Okay.

Moana: It's fucking summer.

Isabela : Do you love Varian?

Camilo : Yeah, I do.

Isabela : Moana! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Moana: We all love Varian. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

Camilo : I thought that was implied.

Moana: ...

Isabela : ...

Camilo , looking straight at Moana: Congrats Isabela , you just won 100 bucks.

Camilo : ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Moana: I just wanna fucking marry Isabela !!

Camilo : I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Isabela : Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Moana walks in*

Isabela : Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Varian: Truth or dare?

Moana: Dare.

Varian: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Moana: Hey Camilo ?

Camilo: Yeah?

Moana: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Isabela .

Varian: Isabela you can’t move in with Moana.

Isabela : Why not?

Varian: Well, um, how are you going to feel when they see you without any makeup?

Isabela : I’m not wearing makeup right now.

Varian: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

Varian: Hey Isabela , wanna third wheel on my date with Camilo tomorrow?

Isabela : Sure.

Varian: Moana! Wanna third wheel on my date with Camilo tomorrow?

Varian: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Isabela & Moana: ...

Camilo : Varian…

Camilo : Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Varian and I are dating.

Varian, Isabela , Moana, and Mirabel: *gasp*

Camilo : Varian, why are you surprised?!

Moana: H-how do you ask someone out?

Camilo: Well, first-

Varian: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Moana: ...And you said yes?

Varian: Hi.

Isabela : Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them?

Varian: I did.

Isabela : And what did they say?

Varian: “Thank you.”

Isabela : You’re totally welcome. What’d they say?

Varian: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Camilo said, “Thank you.”

Moana: I know you love them.

Camilo : I am not in love with Varian!

Moana, staring at Camilo : I never said who...

Camilo : *realizes*

Camilo : Shit. Well, anyways-

Camilo , at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Varian, the love of my life, for telling me Moana was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

Isabela : Hey, Camilo , are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Camilo : Yeah.

Isabela : And you, Varian?

Varian: Umm... yes?

Isabela : Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Varian: Did they just-

Elena: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Niomi: Okay.

Elena: And make out during the scary parts.

Niomi: Th-

Niomi: The scary parts.

Niomi: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Gabe: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Mateo: Okay.

Gabe: And make out during the scary parts.

Mateo: Th-

Mateo: The scary parts.

Mateo: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Gabe: The stars are so beautiful...

Mateo: They're just giant balls of gas.

Gabe: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Mateo: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Gabe: Oh...

Mateo: We both look very handsome tonight.

Gabe: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."

Mateo: I couldn't take that chance.

Gabe: There's no way they like me back.

Elena: Mateo would throw themself in front of a moving car for you.

Gabe: Mateo would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.

Mateo: You know, Elena gives Niomi flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.

Gabe: Okay.

*Later*

Gabe: *gives Niomi flowers*

Niomi: ???

Gabe: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

Mateo: When I was a kid, Niomi told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Elena: They are!

Mateo: FOR REAL?

Elena: No! Why did you fall for it again?

Gabe: That sounds like a terrible plan.

Elena: Oh, we've had worse.

Elena: This totally sucks, man.

Gabe: This is horrible.

Elena: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Gabe: No, it’s not that, it’s Mateo.

Gabe: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!

Elena: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?

Gabe: Do not do that.

Elena: You won’t even notice!

Mateo, entering: Elena, you wanted to see me again?

Elena: Gabe's single

Gabe:

Niomi: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Mateo: Did Elena say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Niomi: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

Mateo: *yawns*

Gabe: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Mateo: Then you must be exhuasted.

Elena: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Niomi: Well, remember when Elena made a romantic dinner for me?

Mateo: Niomi, they microwaved you a pizza.

Niomi: How do you know how to kiss? like who teaches you?

Elena: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Elena: Would you like me to tutor you?

Gabe: That was smooth.

Gabe: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Mateo: Aww-

Gabe: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Gabe, to Mateo: We had a date!

Gabe: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Gabe: I truly go into housespouse mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Mateo: This is a lie.

Mateo: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

Mateo: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Mateo: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Gabe: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Mateo: But you’re always acting stupid?

Gabe: ...

Gabe: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Mateo: Is something burning?

Gabe, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Mateo: Gabe, the toaster is literally on fire.

Gabe, sweating: Mateo, there’s something I need to ask you-

Mateo: Finally! You’re proposing!

Gabe: How’d you know?

Mateo: Gabe, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Mateo: I even picked it up once.

Mateo: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Gabe: You and me!

Mateo: *tearing up* Ok.

Camilo: You can't wake up if you never got to sleep.

Camilo: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

#encanto #moana #tts #tts varian #tts eugene #tts rapunzel #camilo madrigal #genderfluid camilo #lesbian isabela #isabela madrigal #elena of avalor #gabe nuñez #I can’t remember Niomi and Mateo’s last names

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laminated-loser · 2 years

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Dean Winchester x GN! Reader

I wrote this on Wattpad at 2am while binge watching the Hobbit and it originally starred myself.

This is also like, a shift in writing style from my Howl x M! Reader one but that will happen throughout my stories. I also haven't gotten any requests yet so this will have to do for now.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Gender Neutral Reader

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Genre: Fucking smut.

And before we get started, keep in mind that this probably sucks but I did write this as 2am while watching the Hobbit and having my brain go "Hey, Thorin and Bilbo. Ship it." throughout the whole thing so ya.

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A Trickster, or as their more commonly known, (Y/N) stood in the small, not-really-a-kitchen, kitchen of the latest motel the Winchester boys were currently frequenting, a cherry lolly staining their lips as it clicked against their teeth.

The lock on the door clicked open and the hinges squeaked slightly as the brothers walked in, discussing the latest job. They stopped dead when they saw the (H/C) haired trickster in the room. "Heya boys." They grinned, their (E/C) eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun that filtered through the curtains. "(Y/N)." Dean said, his voice hinting at annoyance. "What now, (Y/N)? We're a bit busy right now." Sam said, a small smile on his face. "Ah, already used to my antics 'cause of Gabe? Since we're so alike?" (Y/N) joked, sarcasm lacing their voice.

Sam shrugged. "At this point, yes." (Y/N) rolled their eyes. "Well then, I'll leave you to it. Though I'm not leaving. Ima stay." Dean audibly groaned. "What? Don't like me, Dean-o?" They pouted. "No. I don't. I hate you Tricksters." He said, popping open a beer. (Y/N) was then suddenly inches away from the males face. "Your eyes are pretty. Anyone ever tell you that, Puppy?" They whispered lowly. The red that blossomed on Dean's cheeks was unmistakable. (Y/N) grinned and slipped the lolly from their lips and into the eldest's mouth. "Later, Pup." They winked before disappearing into the stuffy air of the crappy motel room.

Dean didn't move for a moment. "You good, Dean?" Sam smirked. "Shut up."

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(Y/N) sat with their back against the headboard of the bed, sucking on cherry flavoured hard candy and staring at the water damaged ceiling. The door opened and they didn't shift their gaze. "Oh, crap, I forgot I had something I needed to do. Like, right now." Sam said, quickly leaving and closing the door behind him. "Sam-" Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hey Puppy~" (Y/N) purred. They stood and walked over to Dean. "What do you want, (Y/N)?" The eldest sighed. (Y/N) looped their fingers into Dean's belt loops and pulled him closer.

"Isn't it obvious?" The Trickster muttered, their candy stained lips a whisper away from pressing against the Winchester's. "But first, can I have what I want, Dean? Consent is important, Puppy~" Dean's face showed no emotion except for the bright red that covered it. He turned his head before nodding hesitantly. "Lovely. Let's get started, shall we hot-stuff?~" Their shift in tone startled Dean, and he wouldn't lie, it was a bit hot.

In an instant, Dean was on the bed, flat on his back with (Y/N) sitting on his thighs. The (H/C) haired Trickster leaned down and kissed the older. The kiss was full of lust and passion. Full of tongue and teeth. And when (Y/N) pulled away, Dean almost whined. (Y/N) grinned, snapping their fingers. They stripped them both down to their underwear. "You ready, Puppy?" (Y/N) purred, slipping down the fabric agonisingly slow. "God, yes." Dean muttered breathily.

(Y/N) stroked Dean's cock, beads of pre-cum slipping through the slit. (Y/N) lowered them-self onto the older's member. "Hngh~! Oh fuck, Puppy feels so good inside me!~" (Y/N) moaned, grinning at the sound that came out of Dean's mouth at that sentence. (Y/N) lifted them-self up, almost completely off before sliding back down, faster than before. They did this again. And again. Until they were practically bouncing on the Winchester's dick. "Ngh~ Hah~! Fuck, Puppy! Your dick is so good- Aaaah~!!" (Y/N) almost screamed when Dean hit that special spot. "Right fucking there, Puppy!~ Fuck yes!~"

"Oh, Pup, you look like your having fun~" (Y/N) purred, slowing and looking down at the look of pure pleasure on the face of the man they were riding. "I know your close, love. Do you wanna cum? Do you- Eep!" (Y/N) squeaked in surprise as Dean suddenly flipped him over. "D-Dean..?" They muttered, looking up at the Winchester's darkened green eyes.

This time, (Y/N) did scream. Dean pounded into the Trickster, bathing in the younger's screams of pleasure. (Y/N) came. And came again. And again. Dean didn't stop until he himself came, filling (Y/N) to the bursting point.

"Now, Puppy," Dean said lowly, "How was that?" (Y/N) couldn't speak. "Ill take it that you liked it just as much as I did."

#Dean Winchester x Gender Neutral Reader #x gn reader #supernatural #smut #supernatural smut #dean winchester x gn! reader #x gender neutral reader

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Fri 11 June ‘21

LT band news! Guitarist Isaac posted a pic of himself with the other guitarist and bassist, plus LTHQ team member Jessie! Things are happening…idk what things, but THINGS! We know tour shows aren’t for a long while now so what might they be rehearsing or meeting for? Hopes are up that it could be to do promo for a single!! But really whatever it is would be exciting as hell. The shopping list for the recipe Louis will be following for his video is out and it does not look like it’ll be challenging- it’s a fish finger sandwich! I’m a little confused by the addition of waffles (not to mention sugar) in the ingredient list but overall how hard can it be right? I guess we’ll find out. And a fan who met Louis the other day says she had him write HOME for a tattoo and “told him that the song is extremely important for the whole lgbtq+ community” and that he “smiled and said thank you and bless you darling,” and we got more video from yesterday of him out by the studio; he was wearing the skull/ laurel/ rose/ triangle ‘new era’ cap again, nice, and how appropriate for the exciting LT2 era things he is cooking up (not the fish fingers, the other stuff.)

The much hyped Our Song behind the scenes video is finally here! We see the part where Niall pretends to be afraid of the dog that was hired to bark at him, but as we were told, the dog does not bark and was therefore fired; maybe the poor dog was just starstruck, leave her alone! Plus Niall and Anne are cute and look to be having fun, of course. And last night Niall was papped in Hollywood, looking good in all black with gucci loafers, oh lala.

Behind the scenes videos hype continues, with one for Lima’s NFT as well- it opens with a voiceover saying “stop being scared of who you are, you’re not negative you’re vulnerable” and other uplifting soundbites, then shows Liam drawing and walking in a beautiful forested glade, but mostly in his house he recently moved out of- Winston the dog has a sleeping-in-the-background cameo- and he and the other collaborators (musician Zedd and animator Gabe Damast) talk about how they worked out the concepts over zoom and tell us about Liam’s concept for the piece. They also talk about (and show one of) the physical objects and fancy packaging for it that they’ve made to sell along with the NFT, presumably because simply buying bragging rights of ownership of an intangible digital item isn’t actually terribly satisfying, so they need to provide some actual thing. Besides the dinner in Vegas that the buyers will be invited to join them at that is; we also learn more about that and oh my GOD wtf… uh I mean what they said is that it will take place in a literal glass box in the middle of the resort I honestly didn’t know they could make it sound MORE UNPLEASANT to me holy crap, not even to hug Liam would I do that. Liam also did a live where he tells us some stuff we already knew about Louis and Harry; about Louis he said that he’s working on music right now and “god he’s got long hair now doesn’t he”, I KNOW RIGHT, and about Harry that “he looks great in his policeman uniform,” Liam you WOULD like that, and “name a man who can pull off every look.”

Harry followed musician Pauli the PSM on insta. And as he’s often used his follows to tell us about people he is working with/ preparing something with one always wonders… For example as his scheduled shows for this year draw ever nearer with no rescheduling announcement yet, we’re all becoming impatient to know if he’s planning to play any of them this year. And if so, I know I wouldn’t be at all surprised if brand new mom Sarah Jones chose to sit a few out, so today’s follow of a British drummer… well, <eyeballs emoji>, right?! Honestly though it could be for any reason, that’s just wild speculation.

#louis tomlinson #liam payne #niall horan #harry styles #I know we all want the entertainment value of watching louis flail like hell on the cooking segment but the fact is #Louis doesn’t like publicly being bad at things. I’m guessing he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t think he could pull it off so my hopes of that #happening are not high #I feel like Harry has been making a point of using his platform to hype up black performers specifically over the last year #and I for one appreciate that #11 jun 21 #isaac anderson #matt dinnage #michael blackwell #jessie.... have I just forgotten her last name? we must know it right?#jessie martin #GOT IT #pauli lovejoy

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sapphicsandscience · 3 years

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Whumptober Day 3 (yes i have fallen a day behind)

Sticks and stones may break my bones but

Kerry struggles at work.

It was a common theme in her life. Actions speaking louder than words.

“Your birth mother loved you very much, but she wasn’t able to take care of you. And she gave us a very special gift, allowing us to be your parents.”

To a young Kerry, the statement seemed contradictory. Why would you give away something you loved?

Now, of course, she understood. While she didn’t know much about her biological mother or her circumstances, she understood the complexities of life.

But the theme didn’t stop there.

They told her they wouldn’t see her disability as something that would hold her back. That she would be allowed to do everything the other medical students did.

Yet, when Kerry spent her first week of placement shuffling through papers while her colleagues experienced the excitement of emergency medicine firsthand, she knew that once again, actions spoke louder than words.

When she had complained, told them that it was putting her at a disadvantage, that she needed the practical experience, they told her to consider another specialty. One that wasn’t so demanding.

“You’d do well in family medicine, Miss Weaver.”

Fortunately, Kerry soon found herself under the tutelage Gabe Lawrence. She was given the chance to thrive. Do the things they had promised she’d be able to do.

And she proved her worth many times over.

For once, actions matched words.

Maybe she had been naive. She’d expected the usual questions when she arrived at County, but they never came. She had allowed herself to feel safe. There was a level of respect between the staff, even if they didn’t always see eye to eye.

Granted, she had been somewhat surprised that people had taken so against some of her new ideas, but no one ever doubted her ability, more just resented her authority. But that was okay, you can’t please everyone, she thought. She could take people not liking her, the snide comments, and lack of invitations to work get-togethers. It wasn’t the first time and Kerry knew it wouldn’t be the last. But she wasn’t there to be liked, she was there to do her job. And as long as they saw her as an equal, a doctor, it was fine.

But now, she just felt stupid. How many other times had there been previously, that she had not had the misfortune to walk into?

How many times had they been laughing at me?

She felt like she had been thrown back into the sixth grade.

Kerry stepped out of the room with a poised control, that was only barely covering the humiliation and hurt that coursed through her body. The moment she was out of sight, the mask faltered. Turning a sharp corner Kerry came to lean back against a cold hospital corridor.

Everything was in a blurry yet focused view as she studied the people within her sight. Nurses hurried up and down the tiles, patients were sat against walls complaining and janitors cleaned up spills. Yet it still felt wrong. She could feel it. The maliciousness was hiding in the ordinary. Bubbling away under the surface.

They must all know.

They must all be laughing.

It’s all over Kerry. They will never respect you now.

She could feel imaginary eyes burning into her doctor’s coat. She had felt them through the walls of the doctor’s lounge as well. It felt like the entire hospital was there in that room. Watching.

She wasn’t safe here. Tunnel vision guided her to the elevators, however, the moment she arrived, a ding of the doors revealed a gaggle of peach-colored fabric. Nurses. There was noise. Talking. Laughing. They were looking at her. Though she couldn’t hear what was been said. Her senses had all but shut down, her body directing all and any energy to her escape.

The door of the utility closet came into view, and Kerry made no time stumbling towards it. She quickly grasped onto the doorknob and twisted it. But there was no click in the mechanism. Time felt antagonized slow as she stood by the door. She tried again desperately, and this time it worked. Closing the door behind her, she leaned heavily against it and sighed, a stray tear rolling down her cheek.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.

And that was true, it was never the words that hurt Kerry. She knew how to dish them out just as well.

It was always the actions that could seep into her heart and cause devastating chaos.

———- (warning: author venting below haha) ——

ok so i am going to be honest, i don’t like this very much at all. i like the idea but it didn’t come out that well. it just a bit...clunky and in your face?? anyway i am only mentioning this cause i am still posting it and this challenge to me is about just writing something, exploring different ideas, even if it turns out a bit crap. not everything is going to be perfect. and that’s okay <3

ok, now that that’s over, this was also inspired by Kerry’s comment that she used to cry in the utility closet :((

#whumptober2021 #3 #skip the authors notes #kerry weaver #er #nbc: er #emergency room #my writing #fanfiction

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rainboq · 2 years

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I posted 941 times in 2021

77 posts created (8%)

864 posts reblogged (92%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 11.2 posts.

I added 812 tags in 2021

#life is strange - 230 posts

#chloe price - 160 posts

#max caulfield - 120 posts

#pricefield - 77 posts

#kate marsh - 64 posts

#fanfiction - 38 posts

#pricemarsh - 33 posts

#rachel amber - 32 posts

#alex chen - 30 posts

#chenrich - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 95 characters

#i have to wonder how angry gabe would be with steph for putting the moves on his little sister?

My Top Posts in 2021

A huge thanks to @lifeischamlis for doing this totally awesome cover art for my fanfiction Chloe and the Beast! Check them out on twitter here.

78 notes • Posted 2021-09-18 17:09:29 GMT

Some PriceMarsh gift art drawn by @blusthings, inspired by my fic Purity Through a Prism, showing them visiting Arcadia Bay after getting married! (Chloe's working on quitting smoking, but being back in the Bay is always stressful)

99 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 00:51:49 GMT

Oh look, I'm still shipping trash.

I'm in the middle of writing a huge ass PriceMarsh fic that I'll be posting when it's done, and I couldn't help but commission my wonderful friend @blusthings for art of these two massive dorks being incredibly gay.

120 notes • Posted 2021-03-17 21:49:16 GMT

Okay, so I might be shipping trash, I'm pretty sure that's well established by the fics I write, but I'm going to gush about Marshfield a lil bit. I started a replay of LiS since I need to play video games to start healing from my concussion, and just holy crap I totally missed this when I first played.

First off, Kate is basically the only person Max actually knows and spends time with other than Warren, and unlike Warren, she actually has physical contact with her (as seen after you stand up to David).

Max basically doesn't know her classmates outside of her bullies and Kate. Hell, Stella doesn't even know her name.

But Kate? Kate texts Max to ask when she's free to have tea, and Max can offer to spend time with her to 'have a cup o' tea and bitch about life'. For someone as socially anxious and introverted as Max, willingly offering to spend time with someone is a huge thing. She didn't offer to hang out with Warren and watch the movies on his flash drive (which was probably what he had been insinuating they should do when he first gave it to her) and she clearly has very little else to do with her classmates.

Why Kate though?

Kate, as a person, seems driven to help others. We know she's involved in Meals on Wheels and she's eager to help Max when asked in episode 4. Now picture Kate on move in day, nervous about starting a new school where she fully expects to be mocked for her faith, and a girl who seems equally if not more anxious starts moving in across from her.

Kate's urge to help kicks in, she sees a lonely, lost soul and she reaches out. Just meeting for tea. Low key, somewhere of Max's choosing and with a set activity. For someone with Max's particular mental health struggles and implied neurodivergence, that sounds like a lovely combo and a way to actually make a friend, plus Kate's kind, nonthreatening appearance and demeanor don't hurt either.

Jump forwards to LiS. Max frets that her inability to not answer Mr. Jefferson's question makes Kate look back by association, and later Kate expresses concern about Max, remarking that she looks pale. These two care about each other, even if Max's tendency to hole up in her dorm room makes it so she's largely unaware of the rest of Kate's social life.

And then there's standing up to David. Sure she has the time power backing her up, but standing up to people, directly and verbally, is so out of Max' comfort zone. Sure she had to indirectly stand up to Victoria when she was physically blocking her path, and the player can choose to have Max give Victoria some payback when it's one on one, but when Victoria has her friends, that's not an option. And David's an authority figure on campus, he can cause serious problems for Max, and yet she can stand up for Kate.

And then just... look at her face when Kate is thanking and praising her for her actions.

Just look at that dopey little smile and that shy posture!

This, to me at any rate, is the posture of a girl who just impressed her crush and is riding high on those endorphins.

And that's not even getting into how Max's tone of voice is subtly softer when she's talking to Kate, or how Max pulls out a new power to save Kate like she did to save Chloe.

I fully expect that if Chloe hadn't come crashing into Max's life like the blue haired wrecking ball she is, something might have eventually happened between Max and Kate. Or maybe in a post Bay world if they reconnected after Max bailed on Blackwell.

180 notes • Posted 2021-03-13 14:15:06 GMT

A sign of things to come in Purity Through a Prism. Some art I commissioned from the incredibly lovely Taylor on Twitter for my fic, showing Kate's coming growth as a character. Honestly, going pastel punk just seems like a nature side effect of her dating Chloe to me.

222 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 18:10:58 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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deanswaywardgirl · 3 years

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The End

A/N: Hey, okay, so this is my attempt at a re-write of one of my top five favorite episodes, including my OC. I don’t have very many of these, because re-writes are difficult and very time consuming. I do not claim Supernatural or Sam and Dean. Just my OC.

Faith sighed as she considered calling Gabriel, pacing in her motel room. Any minute, Dean would be headed to 2014 and meeting up with his future self. Being half angel, she didn't have the power to send herself.

"You rang?" his sultry voice penetrated the silence, earning Faith's attention. "I need your help to get to 2014, Gabriel." His brow arched as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why?" he asked her, his eyes narrowing. "Because I know Dean's going, thanks to your douchebag brother, Zachariah. Look, he managed to let slip that I play some part in this pissing contest between Michael and Lucifer." Gabriel sighed and rolled his eyes.

"So, what? You want spoilers to see who wins?" he asked, pulling a sucker from his jacket. Faith squared her shoulders. "You owe me for that Wednesday Mystery Spot stunt you pulled," she reminded him, arching a brow. Gabriel smirked and shrugged. "Okay, okay, I hear you. Deal," he said and the humor faded from his features as he took her hands. "Be careful, Faith. My brother will not hesitate to take you off the board. Dean, he can't, but you're different."

"I'll be careful, Gabe, thank you." Gabriel snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, Faith could tell she was no longer in 2009. "Awesome," she breathed and headed out of the run down motel she was in, out onto the street. "Focus on finding Dean, Faith. Nothing else." As if on cue, she could hear heavy artillery being fired. "Dean," she said with a smile, and ran towards the noise. She ducked into a back alley and ran around the back of the building, able to see Dean. "Dean, come on! This way!" she called to him and smiled when he didn't question her.

"What are you doing here? Are you living here?" he asked. Faith shook her head. "Nope, I'm from 2009 just like you. And before you ask, I had help getting here, from a much nicer angel than Zach." she said, both of them relieved they were, for the moment, out of danger. "Who?" he asked. "Gabriel. The archangel," she told him with a shrug, not wanting to lie to him.

Think of him as my own personal Castiel." She smiled and nodded down the road. "Come on, we need to get to Bobby's house." "You knew about this? All of it?" he asked, the pair reaching an abandoned car. Soon, they were on the road. "I'm sorry, Dean, but I've told you, I can't tell you what happens down the road. I want to, believe me. But the angels will know, and as punishment, they'll make the outcome pretty damn bad." Dean sighed and licked his lips.

"What can you tell me?" he asked, gently. "Not much. Just vague details here and there, point you in the right direction. I'm sorry, Dean, I really am." Dean sighed and glanced over at her in the passenger seat. Licking her lips, Faith shrugged. "I can share irrelevant details. Who knows, maybe they'll help." Dean couldn't help but smile at her addition. "Faith, I know you're trying to help. Out of everybody, I've always been able to trust you. You've been there to help me these last few long weeks. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that." Faith smiled softly and touched his arm, and gently squeezed.

"You can always trust me, Dean, no matter what. I guess I can tell you this. You won't find Bobby at his house, but you still need to head in that direction." "Where's Bobby?" Dean asked, slightly confused. "I don't know. He might be dead, they never clarified. There was just a bloody bullet hole in his overturned wheelchair, which was just an implication. But you will find John's journal, which is important. For now, that's all I can tell you." Dean nodded before jumping at the sound of wings fluttering.

"You wanna explain why this abomination is here?" Zachariah scowled. Faith smirked. "Tour guiding. Dean, on the left, you'll see old rusty street signs, maybe abandoned buildings. And up ahead, we have Croatoan zombies because angels are too busy watching holy porn to do anything helpful." Dean smirked proudly at the girl beside him. "I knew I smelled your stink on this Back to the Future crap."

"President Palin defends bombing of Houston," Zachariah read, obviously ignoring Dean's jabs. "Certainly a buyer's market in real estate. Let's see what's happening in sports. Right, no more sports, Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of Congress, that is. Hardly a quorum if you ask me," Zach rambled on to himself. Faith shook her head in the front seat at the angel behind them.

"How'd you find me?" Dean interrupted. "Had to tap some unorthodox resources. Human informants. We've been making inspirational visits to the fringier Christian groups. They've been given your image, told to keep an eye out." Dean's eyes slightly widened in realization. "The bible freak outside the motel. He, what, dropped the dime on me?"

"Onward Christian soldiers." "Good. You've had your jollies, now send me back, you son of a bitch." "Oh, you'll get back, all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit," Zachariah told him, ignoring the insult. "Marinate?" Faith and Dean asked in unison. "Three days, Dean. Three days to see where this course of action takes you." Faith rolled her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, irritated. "That your choices have consequences. This is what happens to the world if you continue to say no to Michael." Faith glanced back at the paper he was holding up.

"Palin defends bombing of Houston?" she asked, then turned to Dean. "Dean, I say we hunt Sarah Palin down and exile her back to Alaska where she belongs. It'd be doing Houston a great service," she said, sarcastically, earning a chuckle from the eldest Winchester. Zachariah smirked and shrugged, clearly knowing something the two didn't. "Have a little look-see." With that, the angel was gone. Faith glanced over at Dean and smiled at his smirk. "I've always hated him. He's worse than Uriel, believe me." Soon, they were pulling up to Bobby's house, and slipped out of the car. "Bobby?" There was no answer. "Dean. No Bobby, remember?" Faith whispered. "Right," Dean replied and entered the house. Sure enough, Dean found Bobby's wheelchair with the bullethole. "I think you're right, Faith. I think he is dead. Where is everybody, Bobby?" he asked, quietly. "Hey, come here," Faith called to him, and held out John's journal. Dean took it and pulled out a picture, and glanced down at it, Bobby in the front of a group of men. "Camp Chitaqua." ************************ Dean and Faith snuck up on the encampment and noticed a rather familiar outline of Dean's beloved impala. "Oh, Baby." He took Faith's hand and led her to the broken down shell of a car. "No. Oh, no, Baby, what did they do to you?" All Faith could see was Dean go down before she was hit as well, everything going black around her.

************************* A ringing in her ears caused Faith to stir and look around before she saw Dean in front of her, and beside her. She tried to stand, but hissed as the cuffs chaffed her skin. Looking back at Dean, she licked her lips. "If I remember correctly, you should know who I am," he said, watching her as she nodded. "You're the 2014 Dean." He scoffed. "And what are you, exactly?" he asked, aiming the gun at her.

"You haven't tested me? I know you tested your past self over here," she nodded at the stirring Dean beside her, who looked up at his future self, then to Faith, and back after noting that she was okay. "What the hell?"

"I should be asking that question, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you here and now?"

"Because you'd only be hurting yourself," Dean replied with a huff of laughter.

"Very funny." Future Dean moved back to his table of weapons.

"Look, man, I'm no Shapeshifter, or demon, or anything, okay?"

"Yea, I know. I did the drill on both of you while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water. Nothing. But you know what was funny, is that you had every lockpick, box cutter and switchblade that I carry. You wanna explain that? Oh, and the resemblance while you're at it."

"Zachariah," Dean said, simply. Future Dean's brow furrowed.

"You remember him, don't you?" Faith asked. "You should, Dean, since it was you sitting where this Dean is because of that dick angel," Faith told him, swallowing hard, earning his attention.

"That still doesn't explain how...." Future Dean's eyes widened slightly before they fell to the floor. Faith could tell he was thinking about something or someone. When his eyes met hers, again, all she could see was a heartbreaking sadness.

"You're not a monster, either, are you? You're the Faith from the past." Faith nodded, then glanced over at Past Dean and back. "I'm not sure I like that look." The future version broke eye contact, his hazel eyes blinking. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead.

"Can you...will you come with me?" he asked and moved towards her, unlocking her cuffs.

"Whoa, hey, you're just gonna leave me?" Past Dean asked as the two moved to the door. "Yes. I have a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors with an apocalypse hanging over their heads. Last thing they need to see is a version of the Parent Trap."

"You can at least uncuff me, man."

"No, absolutely not."

"Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself?"

"Absolutely not." Future Dean gently tugged on Faith's hand and led her out of his cabin and down a barely hidden pathway. "So, are you gonna tell me what this is about?" Faith asked. Dean turned to face her and without a word, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Faith slowly melted into it and pushed her fingers through his hair. She then wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled back, breathing heavily. "Okay, I'm not sure I understand."

Dean swallowed hard and led her further down the private path. What got her attention was the name on the headstone. Her name. "Oh god," she whispered, unable to speak any louder. "Listen, I gotta go out on a mission right now. Stay here, and we'll talk when I get back."

******************* Faith had sat at what seemed to be her own grave for hours, unable to take her eyes off of it. Silent tears fell down her cheeks, unable to think about anything but how it might've happened. Either Croatoan or Lucifer? Every now and then, she would wonder about Dean. That kiss had seemed desperate, like he'd been dying to do it for awhile. Did they ever get together? If they did, how long before she died? Letting out a shaky breath, she let more tears fall. It wasn't much longer before she felt Dean standing behind her, and swallowed hard.

"When?" she asked, her voice cracking. "A year ago. In Chicago, I brought you here, gave you a hunter's funeral, and gave you a headstone. It was my way of seeing you when I needed to. Your ashes are in my cabin." Faith's eyes burned with unshed tears.

"How?" When he didn't answer her, she stood and turned to face him. "Dean, tell me." Dean let out a deep breath, his eyes falling.

"The Croatoan virus had spread all over, started in the Windy City. You and I headed there and got separated. Eventually, we reunited, both with a few people that had tagged along. Those people are here now, most of 'em anyway. We locked down an abandoned hotel and regrouped into two groups, and made a plan to go out and look for more survivors. After that, we moved out." He licked his lips, his brow furrowing. "When you and your group didn't show up at the rendezvous point, we went looking." He stopped and swallowed hard, biting his lip. "When-- when I found you, you were barely alive, and calling out for me. I picked you up and held you in my lap. You told me you loved me and that you'd always be with me."

Tears fell down his cheeks before he wiped his hand over his face, clearing his face of the tears, and sighed. "And I told you that I loved you, and it was over." Faith placed both of her hands over her mouth and let out a shaky breath, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I never should've let you go off on your own, Faith, I am so sorry. It was my fault." Faith shook her head and moved towards him, hugging him tightly.

"No, I'm sorry, Dean. Knowing me, I probably insisted." She felt him bury his face in her neck and gently squeeze her. "That's why you've barely been able to look at me. I remind you of the Faith you lost." He nodded, then opened his mouth to talk when Chuck appeared at the end of the trail. "Sorry, Dean, its time." Dean glanced at Faith and sighed, then smiled sadly as he took her hand and led her out, back to the cabin.

"Don't tell my version what you told me. I don't want him to worry about me. That'll just get him killed."

"I'm not worth that," Faith and Dean said in unison. "I knew you'd say that," he told her, glancing at her. He smiled for the first time since she'd arrived. "Is that a smile? I wasn't sure if you remembered how to do that." Dean then chuckled, and glanced at her. "I've missed you, sweetheart. All I think about anymore is what you would do, or say if you were here. And to God, I wish you were. I find myself talking to you sometimes, and I always wonder what you'd say."

He took her hand and gave it a squeeze before releasing her. Faith glanced up when the past version walked up to them. "Hey," she said, gently dropping Dean's hand, winking at him, then turned back to her version. "We going now?" she asked, earning a pointed stare and a nod. "Where were the two of you?" he asked, his eyes shifting between the two of them.

"Dean was just showing me what the future holds," she told him, being as vague as she could possibly be. Dean's eyes betrayed him, showing his curiosity, but Faith shook her head. "Not gonna happen," she told him, slightly smirking. "Trust me, I won't let this happen to us. Any of this." Faith watched the future version of Dean closely, especially his expressions and emotions, which were rare. But she couldn't blame him.

He'd lost everyone that had ever meant anything to him. The only people that made him happy. Swallowing hard, her eyes fell as she wasn't really paying attention to the conversations around her, and blinked when everybody but the two Deans filed out of the cabin.

******************** "We're loaded up and on the road by midnight," Future Dean ordered, followed by an "Alrighty," from Castiel. Faith let out a breath as she was overwhelmed by all the information she'd acquired. "Why are you taking me?" Past Dean asked, not seeing any reason for him to go. "Relax, you'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?" Dean asked, tossing firearms into a duffel bag.

"No, that's not what I mean," he said, earning his future self's attention. "I wanna know what's going on," he commanded. "Yea, okay." He rounded the table, his eyes flickering to Faith and back. "You're coming because I want you to see something. I want you to see our brother."

"Sam? I thought he was dead."

"Sam didn't die in Detroit, he said yes." Dean's face had hardened as he spoke, watching his other self put the puzzle together.

"Yes? Wait, you mean--"

"That's right, the big yes, to the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to prom." Faith could see the sting of a future betrayal in her Dean's eyes.

"Why would he do that?" he asked, swallowing thickly.

"Wish I knew. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and its not getting out. And we've gotta kill him, Dean."

"Could you really do that? He's in your brother, Dean," Faith intercepted, her eyes not holding anything but sadness and empathy.

"I know, and believe me, I don't want to," he said, and Faith could see just how heartbroken he truly was, before he turned his eyes back to Past!Dean. "And you need to see it, the whole damn thing, how bad it gets, so you can do it different."

"What do you mean?" Past!Dean asked.

"Zach was gonna bring you back, right? To '09?"

"Yea."

"When you get home, you say yes. You hear me? Say yes to Michael."

"That's crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil. Battle's gonna torch half the planet."

"Look around you, man! Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now! If I could do it over, I'd say yes in a heartbeat."

"So why don't you?"

"I've tried. I've shouted yes til I was blue in the face. The angels aren't listening; they just left, gave up. Its too late for me, but for you..." Future Dean was pleading for his past self to go and save a world he couldn't.

"Oh no, there's gotta be another way."

"Yea, that's what I thought. I was cocky, never actually thought I'd lose. But I was wrong. Dean, I was wrong. I'm begging you. Say yes." The two stared at each other for a moment as Dean's future self regained his composure. "But you won't. Because I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?" he asked, rhetorically. Faith swallowed hard as she watched the both of them, the tension in the room so thick, she could barely breathe.

****************** "Dean," Faith called and ran to catch up with the future Dean, gently taking his arm. "Hey, talk to me." Finally, gaining his attention, she took his hand. "Dean, let me tell you something. On the other side of the fence, where I'm from originally, you know what happens when one of these big fish rise up? You and Sam beat it, but you never do it as two douchebag angels. You take care of it as Sam and Dean Winchester. The two most badass amazing men I've ever known. Dean, you can't give up on Sam. Believe me, I wouldn't want that in any time period."

"Faith, its too late. I've tried talking to him through Lucifer. He's either too far gone, or he's refusing to listen to me," Dean said, defeated. "Sam's gone, he's just gone." Faith sighed and gently hugged him, threading her fingers into his hair, inhaling his scent with a sympathetic frown. ********************** "There. Second floor window. We go in there," Future Dean directed, looking back at the small group behind him.

"You sure about this?" Risa asked, her brow arched.

"They'll never see us coming." Present Dean's brow furrowed as well as Faith's as they both watched him. "Trust me. Now, weapons check, we're on the move in five."

"Hey, Dean. Can we talk to you for a sec?" Faith asked, but knew he would know she wasn't really asking. Both Deans and Faith split off and turned to face each other."

"Tell us what's going on." Past Dean demanded.

"What?"

"I know you. You're lying to these people, and to us."

"Is that so?" Future Dean asked, shifting his weight.

"Yea. See, I know your lying expressions, I've seen them in the mirror. There's something you're not telling us."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Faith watched him closely and looked up at her version of Dean.

"Really? I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with questions, so maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them," Dean threatened and took a step in that direction.

"Okay. Whoa, whoa, wait."

"What?" Dean asked, stopping and turning to face him.

"Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Crotes. Where are they?"

"They cleared a path for us, which means that this is--"

"A trap, exactly.

"Then we can't go through the front."

"Oh, we're not. They are." Dean and Faith's gazes hardened. "They're the decoys. You two and I are going in through the back."

"You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas too?" Future Dean's eyes fell, and Faith could tell he hated his plan. "You wanna use their deaths as a diversion." Future Dean turned his head to the side and clenched his jaw. Past Dean turned his eyes to Faith before going back to himself. "Oh man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends."

"Dean, stop." Faith turned to face him. "You wouldn't because you haven't lost every single person that's ever meant anything to you. You still have Sam, and me, and Bobby, and you're not the one about to kill his brother in order to save the world. Look at him. Can you honestly say, you wouldn't be as heartbroken and tired of caring as he is?" Both Deans stared at each other. "He's lost everyone, Dean. Everyone." Future Dean licked his lips as he moved his eyes to Faith and set his hand on her shoulder.

"These people count on you," he said, his voice gentle. "They trust you."

"They trust me to kill the devil and save the world, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

"No, not like this, you're not. I'm not gonna let you."

"Oh really?"

"Yea."

"Dean, stop." Faith hissed, but Dean was already unconscious on the ground. She turned to face Future Dean. "Would you please quit doing that?" she asked, her voice trailing off as the future version of Dean stepped closer to her and cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"Stay here, sweetheart. I can't lose you twice, and he's gonna need you. Like I did. And thank you, in advance. You were always there, even when I thought I didn't want you there. Just remember, you mean more to him than you think. He just doesn't realize it yet. Because I didn't. By God, I wish I had." He then swallowed thickly and smiled crookedly down at her before pressing his lips to her forehead in a tender kiss. "I love you, Faith. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. For everything, okay?" he asked, slowly backing away, and heading for the back once he was sure she'd stay.

Faith was in shock. She'd never expected Dean to say anything of an intimate nature to her. Taking a shaky breath, she forced her eyes down to the past version of the love of her life, even if he didn't know it yet. Slightly, she jumped at the sound of guns going off behind her. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she knelt down and caressed his cheek. "Forgive me, Dean. I love you," she whispered, then ran after the future version.

******************** When Dean came to, he expected Faith to be there beside him, but grew nervous when he found she was nowhere near him. Getting up, he rubbed his eyes and called out to her, only to receive no answer. Running around the back, he swallowed hard at the sight in front of him. Faith was horrifically still off to the side, while his future self struggled under the weight on his neck from a white shoe. He could then hear the sickening sound of bones breaking causing his future self to grow still and his eyes to close.

"Oh, hello Dean," Lucifer!Sam said, turning to face the other Dean, earning his attention as Dean turned his attention to Lucifer. "Aren't you a surprise? You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?" Lucifer asked, appearing behind him. Dean turned, the heartbreak evident in his eyes.

"Well, go ahead. Kill me."

"Kill you? Don't you think that'd be a little..redundant? I'm sorry. It must be painful speaking to me in this..shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be," he said, going to place his hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean stepped back out of reach. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I don't know, maybe deep-fry the planet?" Dean suggested, sarcastically.

"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways, the last perfect handiwork of God. Ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?"

"Good god, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach is almost out of bile," Dean snarled, not wanting to listen to any more.

"You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him more than anything, and then God created you. The little hairless apes, and then he asked all of us to bow down before you, to love you more than him. And I said 'Father, I can't.' I said, 'These human beings are flawed, murderous'. And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right. Look what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it?"

"You're not fooling me, you know that? This sympathy-for-the-devil crap? I know what you are," Dean whispered, angrily.

"What am I?"

"You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly to the ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you, is the size of your ego." Lucifer smirked.

"I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Goodbye, we'll meet again soon." Dean took the opportunity and moved towards Faith, kneeling beside her and checking for a pulse before scooping her up into his arms and getting to his feet. "You better kill me now," Dean called after him. Lucifer stopped and turned, his brow furrowing.

"Pardon?"

"You better kill me now, or I swear I will find a way to kill you, and I won't stop."

"I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael either, and I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up, here. I win, so I win." Tears streamed down Dean's cheeks.

"You're wrong."

"See you in five years, Dean." Lightning flashed around Dean, and in Lucifer's departure arrived Zachariah, who placed two fingers upon Dean's head and set him back to his motel room. "Oh, well if it isn't the Ghost of Christmas Screw You," Dean commented and moved to lay Faith down on the bed. He covered her with his jacket and turned back to Zachariah.

"Enough, Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens? You're the only one who can prove the devil wrong. Say yes."

"How do I know that this thing isn't one of your tricks, huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?" Dean growled.

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die." Dean turned and his eyes moved to Faith. "Nah."

"'Nah'? You haven't learned your lesson?" Zachariah asked him.

"Oh I leaned a lesson, alright. Just not the one you wanted to teach."

"Well, I'll just have to teach it again, because I got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you--" Dean disappeared just then, and Faith smirked at Zachariah before she also disappeared. "Son of a..."

"Faith!" Dean called and helped the girl to stand. "You alright?" he asked, earning a nod.

"I will be. I just need to sleep and I'll be good to go." Dean nodded.

"We'll get a ride. Just gimme a minute, sweetheart. I'm just glad you're walkin and talkin." He smiled down at her before gently squeezing her shouder and turning to Castiel. "That's pretty nice timing, Cas."

"We had an appointment," the angel said, simply. "Don't ever change," Dean told him, his hand on the angel's shoulder. "How did Zachariah find you?" "Long story. Lets just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" Dean asked, dialing Sam's number. "What are you doing?" "Something I should've done in the first place." ******************** "Hey, Dean. You okay?" Faith asked, sliding out of the back seat of the impala and coming to stand beside him, earning his attention and a warm smile. "Yea. How'd you sleep?" he asked. "Good, I feel better." Dean nodded and rubbed her back. "Good, you had me worried there for a minute."

"Nah, don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I'm with you, I'm safe." Dean smiled crookedly and leaned down and kissed her cheek softly. "I'm glad you're here, Faith, really. Thank you for staying close." Faith's cheeks tinted bright red as she cleared her throat. Dean turned at the sound of a car pulling up.

"I'll wait here, Dean. Go ahead, fix things with your brother." Leaning up, she kissed his cheek tenderly and gave his hand a gently squeeze. He winked at her, then went to meet his brother.

"Sam." Dean pulled the demon knife out and held it out to Sam. "If you're serious, you want back in, you should hang onto this. I'm sure you're rusty." The two of them sighed and took a beat. "Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know whatever I need to be, but I was wrong." Sam nodded, his brow furrowed.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Long story. The point is maybe we are each other's Achilles' heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we got. More than that, we keep each other human."

"Thank you. Really, thank you. I won't let you down." "Oh I know it. I mean, you are the second best hunter on the planet." Faith laughed quietly, not far behind Dean.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We make our own future," Dean answered his brother.

"Guess we have no choice," Sam sighed, earning a nod before the two of them made their way back to the Impala. Faith stood and moved to Sam, hugging him tightly. "Hey, Faith," he said, smiling and hugging her back.

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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch. 3

A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for all the love on the last chapter! I loved seeing that you enjoyed it! Also thank you to @pumpkinpatchmakar and @pizzasloot for your kind words after my update post <3

I do know where the story is going, and I’m excited to write it all out! Just bare with me, between school and my heart being broken, it might take longer between chapters but I will get to them!

Tags are open, just let me know! Enjoy!

Prologue Ch.1 Ch.2

Nate was halfway to his apartment when his phone rang; an incoming call from his captain. “What’s up?” he asked as he answered.

“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for the past hour,” Gabe asked. Nate now realized that he had seen all those calls and texts, but after getting your number he forgot about them. He cleared his throat.

“Sorry Landy. I was at the rink with Y/N,” he stated, unsure of what the captain’s response would be. When Gabe remained quiet, Nate became a bit nervous. “You there?”

“Y/N? As in Coach Y/L/N, Y/N?” he asked, and Nate could hear Gabe’s amusement over the phone.

“Yes,” he answered shortly. Gabe laughed.

“What happened? Practice ended 3 hours ago, what have you guys been doing…or do I even want to ask?” Gabe said suspiciously.

“It was nothing like that. I heard someone still on the ice when I was about to leave and went to see who it was. It turned out to be Y/N and she was just skating around and asked me to skate with her,” Nate explained as he pulled into his apartment complex.

“Oh, so she’s just Y/N now? Seems like you two got close,” Gabe chuckled. Nate groaned as he parked. Maybe telling Landy wasn’t the smartest thing. “Please tell me you at least asked for her number or something before you left.”

“I did actually. I asked her as we were leaving,” Nate said, quieter than he needed to.

“Wow, okay. She’s definitely got you interested, doesn’t she?” Gabe sounded amused on the other end. Nate mumbled out a yes, knowing he wasn’t going to be living this down anytime soon. He was happy with the little progress he made with you, but now he was sure Landy would look for any reason to bring you around, not that Nate wouldn’t enjoy seeing more of you anyways though. “Well, I guess that brings me to why I was calling in the first place. Mel and I are taking Linnea on a hike on Sunday and we’re inviting some of the guys to go since everyone is pretty much back in town. I was inviting you, and I think you should see if Y/N wants to come. I don’t think she really knows anyone here yet, and Mel wants to meet her. After I tell her about your afternoon she’s going to be dying to meet her,” Gabe chuckled. Nate perked up hearing that he had a legitimate excuse to text you right away, instead of trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, I can ask her,” he said, a little too eagerly.

“Great! And make sure you pick her up. She doesn’t need to drive when she doesn’t know where anything really is,” Gabe suggested, knowing his friend lacked skills in the romance department. Nate rolled his eyes, but he was grinning at the thought of seeing you away from the rink.

“I know Landy. I’ll text her and see. I’ll let you know,” he said as he entered his apartment and plopped down onto his couch, saying goodbye as his captain became distracted by his daughter.

On the other side of the city, you had fallen onto your own couch and immediately got on facetime. “Superstar! How are you doing sweetie?” Jeremy asked.

“I think I just gave Nathan MacKinnon my number,” you said in one breath, throwing a pillow over your head. Jeremy laughed.

“You think?” he asked. You threw the pillow off and looked at him.

“I gave him my number. I stayed after to skate and he was still there and I have no idea where I got the courage but I asked him to skate with me and I taught him some skating, he taught me some hockey, and it was just really fun and then he asked me for my number…” you rambled off.

“Hey, deep breath Y/N. That sounds like you both had a nice time. And is it really so bad to give an attractive hockey player your number?” Jeremy tried to be sympathetic because he could see the wheels spinning in your head. He had known you for too long to not know where this was going.

“He’s on the Avs though Jer. I’m technically his coach. How is that ever going to work?” you asked.

“I don’t know Y/N, I wish I could tell you. But it seems like you are starting to like this guy, and if he likes you too then I’m sure you can figure it out. Don’t overthink it. I’ve seen you do that a few times, always putting your career first. And although that worked then, you can’t keep running from everything outside of the rink,” Jeremy tried to reason with you.

“I know,” you said, knowing he was right.

“And know that whatever does or does not happen, I will be here as your biggest supporter,” he said. You smiled at him.

“Thanks Jer. Sorry, I don’t know why I freaked out,”

“Because you are starting to like him,” Jeremy smirked. Your phone chimed and you briefly caught the text from a number you didn’t know at the top. Tapping on it, you saw that it was from Nate. Before you could read anything else, Jeremy laughed. “And I’m guessing that is him?” You nodded.

“I guess some of the team are going on a hike Sunday and he wants to know if I want to go,” you stated, your smile growing.

“I want to hear all about this hike when you get home,” Jeremy said. “Hang up with me and text your Doug Dorsey back.”

“This is not the premise of Cutting Edge,” you laughed at his mention of one of the main characters. Jeremy shrugged.

“He’s a hockey player. You’re a figure skater. Close enough,” he said, before saying goodbye as he had to run to a team meeting. You hung up and opened up Nate’s text. It read: Hey Y/N, it’s Nate. Some of the guys are going on a hike on Sunday and I was wondering if you would like to join us? Mel, Gabe’s wife, is going and he said she’s been wanting to meet you. If you have plans no worries. Just thought I would ask. You smiled, seeing as you had no plans for the weekend beside finishing unpacking and would rather spend some time getting to know the team better…and Nate.

Y/N: Hi! That sounds like fun. I would love to go as long I wasn’t intruding on a team thing. You answered. You were a little worried that your presence would be unwelcomed, being a coach. Your phone pinged with another message.

Nate: No you wouldn’t be. You were about to reply when a text bubble popped up, and the following appeared. I would like for you to be there. You were happy this wasn’t in person as your face became flushed.

Y/N: When and where? 😊 Nate texted you to be ready at 9am on Sunday, and told you where you would be going. He said he would pick you up, and you gave him your address. And as the day continued, you continued to talk with him. Saturday came, and neither of you had technically said goodbye as you fell asleep texting him the night before, so Nate didn’t feel like it was too much, too soon to continue your conversation the next morning. You were giddy when Sunday morning came and you were getting ready. You felt that you had gotten to know him a little more and were excited to spend some more time with him. Right on time at 9 in the morning, there was a knock on your door. You looked in the mirror, fixing your hair quickly before answering it. Nate stood there in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, holding two cups of Starbucks. “Good morning,” he smiled as he handed one to you.

“Morning!” you replied as you took a sip, humming contently as you tasted the pumpkin spice latte. “Is this why you asked what I liked from Starbucks?” Nate shrugged as you turned away to grab your jacket off the back of your couch.

“I’m just hoping you’ll forget about making me do those extra laps tomorrow,” he teased as he looked around your apartment. It was small, but not too small, with a few boxes still sitting in the corner. “Are you still not unpacked?” You let out a sigh.

“I have too much crap. I need another bookshelf,” you shook your head and took another sip, exiting your apartment. “But flattery will get you everywhere in my book. I may overlook your extra laps.” Nate chuckled as you locked the door behind you and followed him to visitor parking. You blushed slightly as he held the passenger door to his car open for you. The both of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment as he started to drive, enjoying your coffee. “So, who’s all going today?” You finally asked.

“Landy and Mel, Tyson, Burky, and Cale I believe. Landy invited pretty much everyone since we’re all back in town, but I think everyone else was busy,” Nate explained. You nodded.

“Well I’m excited. Thanks for inviting me to tag along,” you smiled over at him.

“Of course,” Nate smiled over at you quickly. You kept casual conversation as you made it to the outskirts of Denver and what looked like would be a pretty hike to an overlook. Nate parked and off to the side you saw Gabe with a beautiful woman and a toddler in one of those carrier packs standing under a tree. As you made your way over, Nate leaned down and whispered. “Don’t let Gabe start showing you pictures of Linnea; you’ll be sitting there for like 3 hours.” You giggled, catching the attention of Gabe. The woman who you assumed was his wife, turned also and smiled widely.

“You must be Coach Y/L/N. I’m Mel, it’s nice to meet you!” She said, pulling you into a side hug as to not squish her daughter.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you too!” You replied, barely missing the not so subtle wink Gabe sent Nate.

“Hey Coach, glad you could join us” Gabe said, “This is our daughter Linnea,” he introduced the little blonde haired, blue eyed girl. You smiled at her tired little face.

“She’s absolutely adorable!” You squealed looking at the little girl. You weren’t necessarily a kid person yet, still being in your early 20s, but this little one was just too cute! Just then the others showed.

“Eww who invited our coach?” Tyson grinned at you. You made a face at him, about to respond before Gabe beat you to it.

“I’d rather have her here than you,” he said as Tyson feigned hurt. The others laughed and after greetings were exchanged you all started to walk. As the guys walked ahead, you walked along with Mel and Linnea.

“So how are you liking Denver?” she asked cheerily.

“The weather is a nice change from SoCal, that’s for sure,” you let out a soft laugh. “I’ve really only been to like the rink and the grocery store, so I haven’t been able to explore much more than this. I was happy when Nate invited me to hike with you guys so I could see a bit more,” you smiled.

“We should go get lunch then one day, and go shopping! If you would like to. I know hanging around the rink with the guys gets a little old,” she said sincerely, and you couldn’t help but feel excited at the possibility of making a new friend.

“That sounds like fun! I’m not used to being around this much testosterone.”

“Yeah they are terrible sometimes.” You both started to laugh, catching the attention of the guys in front of you. You locked eyes with Nate, and blushed slightly under the grin he was sending you. Tyson walked over to the two of you and slung his arm around your shoulders.

“Coach, I have a question…” you looked at him apprehensively and he gave you a sly grin. “Who is your favorite so far?” Nate you automatically thought, but were nervous to say out loud.

“Well it’s definitely not you,” you replied, shrugging off his arm to the chirps of everyone else.

“I bet it’s Nate,” Andre spoke up with a grin, Nate shooting him a look. You tried to think of something quick to say, seeing as Nate was looking as uncomfortable as you were starting to feel.

“No, he has extra laps to skate tomorrow,” you tried to joke, hoping to ease Nate. It worked, he grinned at you and chuckled.

“You don’t even know if you can enforce that,” he teased back.

“I will figure it out!” you yelled back dramatically. The rest of the walk went like that, with the guys chirping one another, and dragging you and Mel into it. At some point after talking a bit to Cale, you ended up next to Nate as your little group came to a stop at a look out point. The trees were turning color with the season and everything looked pristine and beautiful. When Mel suggested taking a group picture. You automatically started to back up and were about to offer to take the picture when Nate gently placed his hand on your back.

“Your part of this group too. Don’t be trying to sneak off,” he smiled at you. You were about to reply that it was okay when Andre spoke up.

“Yeah Coach. Grace our picture with your Olympic winning smile.” He said, sending you a wink. You laughed and shook your head.

“Oh God. That one hurts my face,” you admitted. You were known for always smiling throughout your routines. Even if you fell, you kept your smile. By the end of a four in a half minute long program though, that smile usually felt forced and plastered, even if it didn’t look that way. Andre turned his camera around as a selfie and held it up since he was the tallest. You were toward the back with Nate, his hand still on your back and you stood on your toes to try to be taller, your short frame looking incredibly small next to the larger bodies around you. After the picture was taken and sent to everyone, you and Mel exchanged numbers as you all continued the hike back to your cars. It was just after 1pm and you all decided to get lunch. You enjoyed your time with everyone and were starting to feel like Denver could be home. After lunch, Nate drove you back to your apartment. You were slightly sad the day was coming to an end. He parked and insisted on walking you up to your apartment, even though you assured him it wasn’t a big deal. Opening your front door, he eyed your still packed boxes again.

“You know, I could help you put together a book shelf if you’d like,” Nate said, face flushing a bit. You thought it was adorable, someone as large as him flustered.

“That’s kind of you, but I have to go buy one first,” you smiled at him. He shrugged.

“I can go with you. You might need help carrying it,” he smirked and you let out a laugh.

“Wow, I think you are just really trying to get out of doing those laps tomorrow,” you shook your head.

“Are you really going to make me do those?” he asked, leaning against your door frame.

“I’m not sure yet, I haven’t decided,” you shrugged, making him chuckle. You looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile, the thought that someone might actually care about you as a person, and not because of your accolades filling you with immense joy. He was offering to help you build a bookcase after all. “I might just take you up on that offer though.” Nate smiled and pushed himself off your door frame and extended his arms to you. You gave him a hug and have never felt quiet as safe so quickly as his large frame enveloped you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Coach,” he said as he pulled away from you and winked.

“Have a good night Nate,” you smiled. As he walked away you shut your door. Walking further into your apartment, you plopped down on the couch and got your phone out of your bag. You saw you had a few new followers on Instagram, some from the team and a few of their significant others. Mel had tagged you in a picture, and you saw it was the one you had all taken, along with one of just her, Gabe and Linnea. You went and posted the picture as well, captioning it “I’m not sure what I like about Denver better. This team, or the view?”

You busied yourself the rest of the day and checked your Insta around dinner again. There was a comment from Tyson. “This team is the view.” You couldn’t help but laugh and be thankful that you ended up in Denver.

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