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Perfect Storm - Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Hi friends! I know I’ve been rather absent with posting stuff but life has been HECTIC! I work two jobs, seven days a week right now so it’s a lot and I’m exhausted. Anywho, this imagine is part of @supraveng ‘s follower challenge! I’ve been working on this since like August of 2022 or so and was supposed to be done by the first of September but she allowed me an extension. Thanks for that babe, and congrats on 500 follows!

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Warnings: FLUFF! Breakdown, crying, comfort. Someone has a HUGE breakdown so if that’s a trigger for you, I am sorry!

Word Count: 5,887

Thanks for being patient with me friends! Love to you all!

It’s been six weeks since we’ve been on the road, trying to figure out where Chuck could be hiding. That asshat has been messing with Sammy and I for way too long, trying to take over the world. Sure, he’s God but that doesn’t mean he has to control every little thing and try killing us in the process! And since we have no leads, we’ve been trying to find other cases to work and more people to save. I was currently sitting behind the wheel of my beloved Baby, Sam beside me, scrolling through his phone, while AC/DC played from the car stereo and a pretty impressive drum solo came up.

“Dean, for once can we listen to anything but AC/DC?” Sam asks, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as I continue my solo.

“Sammy, what have I always said? Driver picks the music,”

“Shotgun shuts his cake hole, I know,” he finished my sentence. “But what if I drove?”

“Oh risky question, little brother” I reply.

“I’ll drive when you sleep.”

“Yeah and how often do I actually sleep, Sam?”

Last time I slept without a nightmare was…well I don’t really know. The nightmares have been getting increasingly worse the last few months. Not that I’ve slept well before that but since Jack accidently killed our Mom, that’s been a struggle. I’ve watched her die twice now, something no child should ever have to see, especially at four years old. But even the second time, it's pretty bad. I still hate the kid for what he did but I’ve forgiven him…for now. Sam had a somber look on his face and knew I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“So get this, there have been an unusual amount of homicides in a small town in Northern Texas, more than they normally deal with in the year, in just six months.”

“Huh, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing. People are just nuts today, Sammy,”

“True, but there is something that seems like we would do. Each time someone goes to recover the body, there is nothing left.” Sam says.

“Okay that might be something we could work on but, I’m not convinced it’s a monster yet,” I say.

“Maybe not, but I think it’ll be worth checking out.”

Redirecting our path, I drove Baby in a U-turn and headed off to the nearest small town in Northern Texas, where these cases stemmed from. Several hours passed and we ended up in Wichita Falls and rolled into a small motel on the east side of town. Once we were settled, Sam pulled out his laptop and began typing away at the keys while I searched for a place to get a good burger by looking through flyers in the room. Sam tuned into a police scanner and soon enough there was a call in regards to suspicious activity near our motel.

‘”Dean, I think we got something,” Sam says, turning the volume up.

“All units, we have gunshots out by the WayfarerMotel. RP (reporting party) advised at least six shots were heard, no sound of vehicles but advised there were people arguing on the south side of the property near the freeway,” A female voice called over the radio and responses of “10-4” were soon followed.

Sam and I grabbed our guns, checking to make sure they were loaded and ready to go. We didn’t interfere with the police but did offer them assistance when it came to the investigation aspect. Looking out the windows, we watched as several vehicles had been on scene and officers were searching for the suspect. Soon after, more shots were fired, shouts of “he’s trying to run” and soon enough, someone was handcuffed.

“Wait, where is the body?!” Someone yells and a swarm of officers and other investigators gathered around to see if there was a victim. Sam and I took that as our queue to come on scene.

“Gentlemen, this is a closed scene” a voice said, turning to shoot us questioning looks.

“It’s okay, we’re from the FBI, I’m Agent Stan, this is my colleague Agent Lee,” I say flashing my fake badge, Sam following the lead.

“We didn’t call in the FBI,” another officer said.

“I’ll be honest, we were off duty and heard of the incident, wanted to see if we could help out.” I said, trying to ease the confusion.

“I’ll allow it,” one of the Sergeants on scene said, seeming to not care about the fight.

“So what’s happened? We’ve heard there’s been a string of homicides with no victims found?” Sam asked, pulling a notepad out of his pocket.

“Not a single one and this is abnormal for the city to have this many homicides in one year.” An officer, later introduced as Officer Hughes, explained the incident.

“Any leads on what is happening? Is any suspicious person found or any other activity that all the cases have had in common?”

“Well we did find something in each case that relates them together in some bizarre way. Each case has the same call for service. Caller calls in, advises of gunshots, hears people arguing, we get on scene and only one person is found. Aside from the callers, just one person is found. We handcuff them just for safety precautions but the majority of the time, we end up letting them go. In all my years I’ve worked in law enforcement, I’ve never seen anything like this. No definite suspect, no found victims. So we can’t fully rule them as homicides either because there is nobody.” Officer Hughes said.

“Well we might be here for a little while then so we can help out,” Sam said, trying to add a helping hand.

“That won’t be necessary gentlemen, we have enough people on this,” Officer Hughes said, dismissing us as he got back to his vehicle.

“Well that went well,” I said, sighing in exasperation.

“Come on, I bet if we head back to the police station, someone might be able to give us some information.” Sam said, settling into the passenger seat.

I grabbed a few supplies before I sat behind the wheel of my precious Baby and found the station was not too far from our motel. Pulling up, I find a parking space across the street from the building and Sam and I walk up the steps to the front doors of the station. It was the eerily morning hours, not too many people on the streets, the perfect time for people to commit crimes. Opening the large door, a young woman sat behind the desk, looking up at us when the door slammed behind us.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” She asks, eyes flitting between the two of us.

“Uh yeah, I’m Agent Stan, this is Agent Lee, we’re with the FBI,” I say and we both flash our badges.

“We were just on scene of the shooting by the Wayferer Motel and we weren’t able to get a lot of information. Do you think there’s anyone we can talk to about this?” Sam says, giving a small grim to the woman.

“Well given the fact that it's three in the morning, most people aren’t here and won’t be here until eight or so. Y’all might want to come back,” she says, looking back to her computer in front of her.

“Maybe you can help us. Do you know anything about the string of potential homicides that have been happening here lately?” I say, trying to turn on my charm as best as I could.

“No and even if I did, I’m not at liberty to discuss cases with anyone, even other law enforcement,” she says.

“Alright well, here’s my card, whenever someone is available, have them give me a call. You have a good rest of your morning,” I say, shooting the woman a wink.

The next morning, we headed back to the station to see if there was anyone we could talk to. “Good morning gentlemen, how can we help you?” Another lady at the front desk said as we walked to the window.

“Yeah we were here last night trying to see if we could talk to anyone about the shooting at the Wayfarer Motel.”

“Do you have any information about it?” The lady asked.

“No but we were on scene and we’re with the FBI,” Sam and I flashed our badges as soon as I said FBI.

“Let me call over to the detectives and see if we can’t find someone to come talk to y’all.”

“Thank you,” Sam says and we both start looking at the displays hung around the lobby.

“Agents.” A male in a black polo shirt and khaki pants with a badge around his neck walks to us and shakes our hands.

“I’m Detective Parker, follow me,” he says, leading us through a door and taking him into a room with a table and some chairs.

“So y’all were on the scene last night?” Detective Parker asked us.

“Yes we were staying at the hotel and we’ve heard about some of the incidents where someone is shot but there’s no body’s left,” Sam explains.

Detective Parker sighs and runs a hand down his face. “It made no sense as to what happens to the bodies after they’re shot. We have no answers and our citizens are getting frustrated as to why their family members’ bodies are not there to bury or cremate them.”

“And that’s why we’re here. Tell us everything you do know,” I say.

A few hours go by as we dive deep into the last weeks of the calls and cases from the City. I get up to go grab some coffee and stumble to an office where a bunch of ladies are sitting behind computers and answering phones.

“Well hello ladies,” I smirk to the room of beautiful women.

“Who are you?” One of them pipes up and asks.

“I’m Agent Stan of the FBI. I’m here helping with some of the shootings y’all have had here. Y’all know anything about those?” I ask.

“We heard about them but we don’t know anything. The guys don’t tell us anything, just what happened.” Another clerk said and she immediately caught my attention. She had long (y/h/c), bright (y/e/c) eyes, and she didn't bother looking at me much longer after that first comment. It seemed like she wasn’t impressed with me and that made me more intrigued by her.

“I see, is there anything you can tell me sweetheart?” I ask, trying to turn on my charm but again, she seemed unimpressed.

“That’s it now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to,” she says, her tone harsh but I found it interesting.

“Pardon me ma’am,” I say using my best Southern voice but the look of annoyance on her face proved she couldn’t care less.

Most of the time, I can get away with some flirting with women, this one? She’ll be more of a challenge.”

“Agent Stan?” A voice called to me. I stand and follow him back to another room off set by the clerks area.

“So, what kind of leads do you have, if any?” He asked, Sammy was already in the room.

“Well, we kind of have a few ideas but you wouldn’t believe us,” I said, shooting a pointed look to my younger brother.

“Try me, I’ve been in this for a long time. I’ve heard just about everything,” the lead investigator on this and other shootings said.

“We think it might be a series of soul eaters” I say.

“What now?”

“Soul eaters, they are exactly what you think they are. Since all the bodies that have been killed here are basically hallowed out shells, we think there may be several around the area. Unfortunately, they are not easy to kill but we do know someone who can and can set the souls back to the bodies they were taken from,” I explained as rationally as I could but I knew it seemed crazy to those who were not used to hunting.

“Well that is definitely something I didn't expect to hear but it also isn’t the most out there answer I’ve heard either.”

“Alright, well let us call our guy and see what he says about it.” I say, giving a pointed look to the detective, wondering what other crazy things he’s seen but deciding not to ask.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and scroll down my contact until it stops on the name. I hate asking this guy for help but he’s our only source for this case so I push back my personal feelings and press the call button.

“Hello Dean,” his accented voice, full of entitlement, rang through my ear.”

“Ketch, we need your help,” I say.

“Well hello to you too,” he says and I can just hear the dumb grin on his face.

“Yeah hi, listen we’re out here in North Texas and we’re helping the local police on a case we think you may have experience in,” I say, getting straight to the point.

“Oh, where in Texas are you? My daughter happens to be out there and she works at a police department,” he says.

“Since when did you have a kid?” I ask.

“Oh, never mind that. Where am I going?”

“Wichita Falls.”

“That’s where my daughter lives!”

Oh crap, so Ketch’s offspring works at the police department here? Awesome.

A few hours later and we’re back at the scene of the crime. Ketch wanted the low down on what we’ve discovered up to this point so we decided to meet at the scene and go over what we know.

“So the bodies are never found?” Ketch asks.

“Nope they’re completely gone. Nothing is left behind but there’s always signs of some form of homicide,” Sam explains.

“And you lads are thinking its,” he trails off until I pipe in with our research.

“Soul eaters, except they’ve evolved so much over the years, they’re not just taking souls anymore.”

“Interesting, well you called the right person then,” Ketch says, standing up and heading to his car.

“So? What does that mean?” I say, Sammy and I quickly follow him.

“It means that I’ve seen it once before,” he said, Sam and I catching up with him.

“You have?” Sam asked.

“A long time ago, yes. It was a rather tragic event for the families but we were able to get the bodies back.”

“How?” I ask.

“Well it won't be easy but we have to…make a sacrifice of sorts,” he says, making his way back to his car. “Follow me back to the station and I’ll go over the details with detectives.”

We jump inside Baby and speed down the highway, much like Ketch had left. When we finally pulled back to the station, it was nearing five o’clock and a lot of the employees had been leaving for the day.

“Dad!” A female voice says, bounding over to Ketch and wrapping her arms around him.”

“(Y/N)!” he says, turning to the girl I noticed in the criminal investigation section earlier; no.

“Gents, I’d like for you to meet my daughter, (Y//N), (Y/N) this is Sam and Dean. They are friends of mine.”

“Oh the Winchesters? I thought you didn't like them?” She says and I chuckle; I like this girl.

“Well not at first, no, but we’ve all come to an agreement of sorts.”

“So, you’re Ketch’s daughter,” I say, looking at the woman.

“Not by blood. He adopted me when I was a kid. My bio parents died in a hunting accident when I was six and Ketch happened to be there, so he took me in,” she says.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here, (Y/N),” Sam says, reaching to shake her hand; I just nod at her.

I couldn’t believe it, even for a minute, I thought a girl related to Ketch was beautiful.

As our investigation went on, so did the opportunities for (Y/N) to show up unannounced, or so it seemed. Like, I thought she had a job at the department, but somehow she always ended up there, along with her Dad, to help assist us in our investigation. Not that I really minded her company but it was a little…odd.

“Don't you have something better to do?” I ask her as she’s going through some paperwork from the shooting.

She stopped flipping through the pages halfway between the pile and looked up to meet my gaze. “I’m helping on this case, y’all need some help sometimes, right?”

“Well yes but I thought you had another job to do?” I ask.

“I’m getting the feeling you don’t want me around Winchester,” she says, now more frustrated with me.

“I don’t care what you do,” I say, trying to play off how I was feeling underneath the surface. To be honest, I did care what she did. I barely know the girl but she’s getting under my skin and inside my head. What the hell is happening here I have no idea but all I know is I like being around her.

“Well clearly you do otherwise you wouldn’t be asking,” she says, raising an eyebrow in a challenging way.

Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought to myself so I did the best thing I knew to do; I walked away. I don’t know what my problem was but this had to stop. I couldn’t like Ketch’s daughter, her father is literally the biggest douche I’ve ever met so no way could I get involved with her. But the way she moved when she walked, swaying in the slightest way, her head held high like she owned the place. She didn’t look a thing like her Dad but there was more to her than that. She had that long (y/h/c) that flowed past her shoulders and down her back. It was just a little wavy and seemed to have more than one color in it but it suited her well. And those big beautiful (y/e/c) and a perfect smile to match. In just the few short days we were working this case, she has taken over every thought of mine so naturally, I didn’t like her.

“Dean, are you ready to go?!” Sam yells to me from the other room.

“Yeah,” I called back and grabbed my gear before meeting up with Sam, Ketch and (y/n). “What is she doing here?”

“She is here to help. Believe it or not gents, she does know about this life and has helped me out more than a time or two,” Ketch explained.

“As long as she stays out of the way,” I say, throwing a duffle bag into the trunk before making my way to the front. I could hear her huff in annoyance but I could care less.

We drove around town for a while, trying to find the supplies we were going to need for our “sacrifice” before we headed back to the motel where the last body was supposed to be. Gathering everything together, we followed Ketch’s instructions and then it was time for the dreaded part.

“So what exactly do we need to sacrifice?” Sam asks.

“Well, that’s where it can be rather difficult. We don’t need an entire person or thing to sacrifice, but we need the blood of the pure of heart,” Ketch explains.

“Who would that be?” I ask before following his eyes over to his daughter. Her face turned a bit pale, knowing her blood was going to be nearly drained from her body but she didn't hesitate.

“Tell me what I have to do,” she says.

“I know this won't be easy for you darling, but I will be right here the entire time,” Ketch says, attempting to comfort his child.

“Dad, I’m not a child, I can do this,” she says.

“I know but you are my child, my only child for that matter and I worry about you,” he says.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve put myself in a little bit of a difficult place for helping you out and I’m sure it won’t be the last,” (Y/N) says.

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s incredible for doing this and doing it more than just one time. I’m not saying I care about (y/n) or anything but this is going to be a risky task. She’s going to need to give a generous amount of blood for this sacrifice and to see she’s okay with going in without a second thought; it's admirable. It was almost as if we were in a hospital; we had a needle hooked up into her arm and tube after tube of blood was being drawn from her. I could tell it was making Ketch uncomfortable because it was his child, whether biologically or not, so I escorted him out of the room.

“Here, let’s go get a beer or something,” I say, clapping my hand on his shoulder and walking out.

“I’m sorry Dean, I just couldn't stand to see that much blood coming from my daughter,” Ketch says, sighing in defeat as we sat across one another at the map table in the Bunker.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. I’m worried about her, too,” I say.

A moment of silence passed between us before Ketch spoke again. “You care for her don’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t care for her!” I say, suddenly becoming defensive.

“You do; I can see it on your face. I’ve had the same look before and it does not go away so easily,” he says, frowning and dropping his eyes to the floor.

“Okay so what if I do? Is that so bad?” I ask.

“No it's not, but since this is my daughter we’re talking about, it does make a bit of difference.”

“Look Ketch, I would never hurt her,” I say, trying to explain what I hope I can do for his child.

“I know you wouldn’t, Dean. In fact, I’m not worried about her dating you, if that is what she wants. I am worried about this life; hunting. She has had some exposure to it but I try to shelter from it most of the time. If she’s around you, I’m afraid someone or something will get to her and there would be no point for my life to continue at that point.” Ketch was being really vulnerable and I was surprised to say the least, but I respected it. Sure, we had our issues trusting him in the past but this is his kid and right now, she is all that matters.

“Dad?” A groggy voice calls to the room.

“Hey kiddo, your Dad went to get you some supplies for when you woke up. We all became worried when you went whiter than a sheet but we managed to get you back. You’ve been sleeping for the last few hours cause you did lose a lot of blood but we’ve monitored you,” I saw, looking down at the young girl on the bed in front of me.

“So did you get enough blood for the spell?” She asks.

“That is nothing you need to worry about. We need you to get back on your feet,” I tell her.

“But you don't need anymore blood?” I chuckle at her, not being able to believe she’s been so concerned with this, but it makes sense.

“No, we don’t need any more blood.” She takes a giant sigh of relief and slumps back into her bed. I smile as I watch her for a moment before I get called.

“Hey Dean, we need your help out here,” Sam calls to me and just as I was about to tell (y/n) I notice she had fallen asleep.

“Okay,” I call back and look down at the young Men of Letters’ daughter and lean down to press my lips on her forehead.

“What do we got?” I say, walking into the main room where the map table sat.

“We have the ingredients for the spell,” Sam says, adding everything together in what looked like a witches cauldron and an ominous purplish hue shown from it. We head out to the coroner's office and find one of the bodies that had their souls taken out and we tip the head back and pour the liquid down the throat. From the esophagus, we could see the hue shining from under the skin and soon, another blinding light encapsulated the room.

“How do you know if it worked?” I say, looking down to the body that seemed no different than a few moments before.

Cass places his hand on the body’s forehead and his eyes closed. He seemed a bit bothered by something but then his expression softened and he opened his eyes again.

“The soul is in there; I’m positive.” He says.

For the rest of the bodies that turned up recently without a soul, we were able to restore each one and bring some closure to the families of the victims. We contacted the families and had them come and see the newness of the bodies of their loved ones. Most people would be against this but because these bodies had been violated, family members wanted to make sure they’re loved ones were being honored as best they could.

“Thank you for restoring my Russell,” a lady said, leaning over to kiss her deceased husband. No one could say a word but a curt nod was all that could be mustered from any of us. This is part of cases we don't get to see. We meet family but we rarely get to see much happiness after the person is gone. Who knew a soul returning to a body could do such a thing?

Back at the Bunker, I go back to check in on Y/N. She was sleeping and I couldn’t help but watch the sore and almost voided women below me. She seemed less pale then when we first got her out of the process of taking her blood for the spell but she still seemed..hollowed in some places. Like her eyes, they were pushed back into her face and her arms and legs seemed as though they didn't have any muscle. How much of her blood did we take?

“Hey you,” she whispers, her eyes slowly moving to look up at me. I couldn’t speak and wanted so badly to kiss her but the way her eyes suddenly changed, I knew something was off.

“You get the hell away from her,” I say, leaning away from who I thought was (y/n) but I know better.

“Aw Dean, why can't we be friends or more since you seem to be in love with (y/n)?” I knew the voice well and just as I thought, (y/n)’s face morphed into him.

“You’re a real bag of dicks, you know that?” I say.

“Yes Dean, I’m aware of how you feel about me and I can’t believe you let this kid distract you from dealing with Daddy dearest,”

I hold back from killing The Trickster here and now and give him an opportunity to explain himself, against my better judgment.

“Well good ol’ Dad decided to send me to try and get you back on track. To bring something close to you to just take it away again.

“What the hell did you do to her?” I say, growing more and more irate.

“Oh relax, she’s fine, she’s just…tied up at the moment.” he says.

“I swear to God I will kill you if you hurt her,”

“Really? I think I can rearrange that since he’s my Father and all,” he says and freezes when I beg for her life again.

“Please, don’t hurt her. She’s all Ketch has anymore.”

“Yes but you don't like him either so why does it matter what happens to (y/n)?”

“Because we all need her on our team; she’s vital to helping solve cases.”

“Are you sure it isn't more than that?” A third voice says, coming into view.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dean?” A small voice rang out into the silence that had surrounded me in the room. I don’t know how I ended up here but I do know, it wasn’t easy.

“Hey kiddo, you’re okay, it’s all over,” I say, looking over to her. She was much better now, away from the pain of blood being drained from her body, no longer in fear of who may be lurking around the corner.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“Chuck, he's gone. Dead actually.” I say, still not fully believing it myself.

“You killed God?” She asks, a look of disbelief playing across her delicate features

“Well, not exactly. We killed the vessel Chuck but God himself, he swore he would leave the Earth and not bother Sam or I or anyone we love ever again.

“Oh, so, he can still come back though?”

“No, he can’t. Because I….” My words fade from my vocal cords and I cannot process any thought rushing through my mind at a million miles a second. This was it, this was why I did what I did. Her. She is the reason why Chuck is dead and God is permanently leaving us alone.

“I love you. I know it hasn’t been too long since you’ve been around us or me but I can’t help it. I love you and I want you to know that you are the reason God will leave us alone. If it wasn’t for you, we probably would still be fighting him and there wouldn’t be any peace….we’re free. Sam and I are free after all this time. We finally get to relax and be free to fight for people without having to look over our shoulders everywhere we go because I love you and he will leave us alone now because you are someone I love and….I’m free.” And for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I cried. Not just a small cry, a complete breakdown level of a cry. I guess I had years of pent up agony of having to fight and defend those whom I’ve loved finally come to a boiling point. (Y/N) did the one thing I needed in that moment, something I’ve lacked for many years; affection. She wrapped her arms around me, as tightly as she could, and held me close to her as sobs racked through my entire body. I began to shake violently and all she did was bring me in closer, run her fingers through my hair, and continuously try and shush me in that sweet, comforting way Mom’s do. I’m not sure how long we sat like that but we did until I was silent again. I slowly look up at her, through the tears still sitting in my eyes, and she runs her thumb right under my eye.

“You okay?” She asks, looking at me in a concerning fashion.

“I think so,” my voice was no higher than a whisper because I couldn’t trust myself. I surprised myself with the fact I cried as much as I did but I felt better.

“I love you too,” she says suddenly.

“You do?” I say, disbelief prominent on my face.

“I know it isn't long either, but I do have some pull to you and I cannot deny it. You are the only reason I’m here. I love my Dad, I really do but you are the one who I get up for day and day again. You are the one who protects me like no other. You are the one I want to keep giving blood away for whatever spells or anything else you need. I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, the way you grumble about anything and everything because you’re getting older but it just melts my heart and I’ve never felt this for anyone.”

It may have seemed like a rather chick flick movie thing for me to do, and believe me, I kicked myself for it, but I couldn’t help it; I had to kiss her. Because for once, someone loved me and there was no way I was going to lose her. Well, aside from the traditional ways of losing someone but there wouldn’t be a douche who tries to take her away, which is way better anyways. Her lips felt so soft and natural when she kissed me and all I wanted to do was kiss her from now on. Who am I turning into? Maybe I’m finally able to learn what its like to care about someone and have someone care for me when in the past, we would have never gotten together or even thought about it but things with Ketch have been different and he hasn’t been after us too much since Chuck started. Now, I somehow ended up falling for his daughter.

“Oh, shit, damn it,” I say, pulling back from our kiss.

“What’s wrong?” She says. “I’m sure you’ve done this before,” she jokes.

“No, I mean yes of course but, you.” I say.

“Me?”

“You’re Ketch’s daughter.”

“We’ll he’s my adopted Dad,” she comments.

“Yeah but he still raised you. What is he going to think of this, of us?” I say, motioning between us.

“He won’t care.”

“Are you sure? I mean we've been fighting with him for years and we just got him on our side.”

“Dean, you’re overreacting. He just wants my happiness. He’s just going to have to deal with it being with you,” she says.

“Fine, then I say we need to tell him and everyone else about us before anything else happens between us.”

She suddenly gets up from where we were sitting in the common room and I jump up to follow her.

“Where are we going?” I say when I catch up with her.

“To tell my Dad.”

“Really?” I ask, not believing she wants to do this now but she stops and grabs my face and kisses me, for a long time.

“Really,” She says after she lets me breathe again.

I follow her into the other room where we see Sam and Ketch at the map table, Sam with a book in his hands and Ketch scrolling through his phone.

“Dad?” (Y/N) says when we are in hearing distance.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Ketch responds, looking up from his phone.

“I’m in love with Dean,” she says with such ease, it brings a smile to my face.

“Oh I know,” he says and goes back to his phone.

“Wait, you know? How?” I ask.

“Because, I see the way you look at her, Dean. And (y/n), I heard you talking to Sam about it.”

“Wait, Sammy, you knew how she felt about me?”

“Yes,”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

“She asked me not to,” he says.

“So you’re okay with this?” (Y/N) asks Ketch.

“If he makes you happy, then I’m okay with it.”

“But you hurt her Dean and I swear,” Ketch threatens me.

“Don’t worry man, I couldn’t hurt her. She’s the best thing that ever came out of a perfect storm.”

#dean winchester #dean girl #dean girls #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean x you #dean fluff #sam winchester #arthur ketch #supernatural family #supravenghit500

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His One and Only

Characters: Ari Levinson, Reader

Plot: The battle is over but not everyone is coming home.

Warnings: Major character death, angst, mentions of battle, injury descriptions

The words caught in your throat and you held back your tears. Beside you, Sammy Navon who was once your husband’s best friend, rubbed your back and spoke softly, “Your name was the last thing on his lips. He loved you so much.”

But his words meant nothing to you. Your heart constricted causing you to devolve into a sobbing mess. Your beloved was gone.

The tears flowed freely as you clutched his necklace to your chest, his Magen David. The star was stained with his blood but you didn’t care. All you could think about was that he was not wearing it any longer.

Sammy wrapped his arm around you, “He spoke of you with his final breaths. He wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”

You finally raised your eyes and spoke, the pain radiating in your voice, “What did he say?”

—

“ARI!” Sammy Navon slid to a stop at the sight of his friend. The battle had been long and Sammy had spent most of it tending to the wounded. After it was over and they had claimed victory over the opposition, Sammy went onto the field to find his best friend.

Ari Levinson slowly opened his eyes as Sammy raised Ari’s head into his lap. The man winced slightly causing his friend to apologize, “I’m sorry, Ari.”

Samuel took in the state of his friend and noticed a gaping wound on Ari’s left side. His right wrist was twisted at an unnatural angle and he was bleeding profusely from his leg.

“Shit.” Sammy softly cursed, “Ari, I need you to hang on. I am going to get you out of here. I promise.”

“Sam, tell y/n I love her. Tell her I will be okay. Tell her-“

Sammy interrupted him, “No, don’t talk like that. You’ll be okay.”

Ari slowly shook his head and groaned, “No. I’m not going to make it out of this one. Sammy…”

“Yes, Ari?”

“I’m so cold. So cold. Why can’t I get warm?”

“Ari…”

—

You began sobbing again, completely overwhelmed by the depths of your husband’s love. No more words were spoken between you and Sammy. He continued to rub your back and cry as well.

It was the first time since Ari’s death he had allowed himself to cry. He kept repeating to himself under his breath, “If only I had been faster. If only I had been faster.”

You didn’t notice his repetitions. You were too involved in your own grief at the knowledge that your beloved wasn’t coming home.

Through your tears, you looked down at your wrist where his name was etched into your skin to match what he used to have.

—

“Ari, are you sure this is a good idea?”

Your husband smiled at you, “Of course it is. Are you nervous?”

You nodded and he wrapped his arm around you, “Hey, I’ve got you. I will be right here. If you don’t want to do this, then you don’t have to.”

He pulled you into a hug and you whispered against his chest, “But the Torah is explicitly clear. We shouldn’t do this.”

Ari smiled, “I know what it says but I haven’t always been the best when it comes to following the laws of the Torah. How about this? How about I go in and get mine, then if you like it, you can do it? If you are still uneasy about it, then you don’t have to.”

You gave him a small smile, “Okay.”

—

A knock on the door caused Sammy to rise from the couch and he made his way to the door. Sammy opened it to find Jacob Wolf on the other side with Max Rose. Jacob spoke first, “How is she?”

“Come on in and see for yourself,” Sammy replied.

Both men stepped into the small home and followed Sammy back to you. Sammy returned to his place on your right while Jake sat down on your left. Max leaned against the doorframe and said nothing. Tentatively, Jake reached out to you, “Ari wanted me to give you this.”

He pulled something from his jacket and handed it to you. It was a letter. Wiping the tears away, you opened it. A picture fell from it. With trembling fingers, you picked up the old photograph. It was from your wedding day. Ari had looked so handsome. In the picture, he was twirling you around and the words on his wrist were visible. Y/N. My One and Only.

Tears fell down your cheek once more as you looked down at your own wrist. The ink was as dark on your skin as the day you had gotten them placed there. Ari. My One and Only. But Ari wasn’t here to match your tattoo. Not anymore. You let out a low wail and turned into Jake’s chest. Slowly, ever so slowly, he rubbed your back.

Sammy spoke once more, “Ari wanted me to tell you that he wants you to be strong. He wants you to find love again one day. But he also made me promise that I would look after you.”

—

Ari shivered as he lay in his own blood, his voice grew weaker, “Sammy.”

“What is it?”

A tear found its way down the dying man’s cheek, “Tell Y/N that I am sorry. I wish I could have come home. We had all these plans but now… well… it’s all pointless. Promise me that you will take care of her. She is going to hurt for a very long time and will need help. Tell her she was my one and only.”

“I’ll be there for her. I promise. I will try to talk to her and keep her safe. You know my friend; I remember the day you told me you met her. You were so in love instantly. Day after day, you spoke only about her. It made me happy to know you finally had found someone. We just need to make sure you get out of here. You will go home to her. I swear you will. ”

But Ari didn’t respond.

“Ari! ARI!”

—

You continued to sob into Jake’s chest. Max and Sammy spoke soft comforting words to you.

“Ima?” A tiny voice called out, “Where Abba?”

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24 Bendy Questions/Opinions!

So user BeninjaLIVE over on Twitter has this Bendy thread happening that asks a bunch of opinion questions, and you know what? I'm feeling a little playful tonight, so we're gonna answer them here. If you didn't have a baseline of where I stand as a Bendy fan before, well here you go!

1. Which is your favorite game? feel free to say any of the unreleased ones too!

See this is already hard. XD I really love the original BATIM for its story and characters, definitely my favorite story, but I've enjoyed the experience of Dark Revival a ton too. I've probably been exposed to it more times as a result of friends casually booting it up to play in calls, and the fan service for the original was great, Chapter 4 still breaks my heart. But I am a lot harder on its storytelling since, I don't think it did as good of a job as Ink Machine, especially in terms of how fleshed out its characters were. So I guess, Dark Revival for overall experience.

2. out of all the games, Which Character is your favorite?

I think my answer is still a tie between Sammy and Malice. XD They are my beloveds.

3. Which character installs the most fear / is the most horrific?

That depends on the context! From a gameplay perspective? Carley scares the crap out of me (I love you ghost girl, I want to give you a cookie, even though you're mean to us). From a writing perspective? The ink demon is pretty horrifying both in that he's this terrifying monster and was horribly mistreated within his backstory. A victim turned predator.

4. If you were in charge of directing the new Bendy game, what would change? (new features, new characters, changed gameplay, etc)

This is a dangerous question to ask me. X'''D I would put more focus on story and have more time spent with characters so that we get to know them and care about them a bit more. If we're specifically talking about The Cage, I want more of Sammy and Joey (and Boris, I would kill for a Boris reunion). I want to get to know them (if we're continuing the "Joey Drew learning to be a better person arc" I want him to try and be kinder to Henry and mess it up in his own Joey way). I want to know Henry's feelings about what he's going through. But most importantly, I would be putting Archie Carter, Evan, Buddy Lewek, Constance Gray, and/or Abby Lambert in this game. It doesn't have to be big, but for the love of all that is good and Bendy, PLEASE give us a book character cameo in this game, I beg of thee Meatly! We literally just had a book release involving a ton of Gent stuff, please give us an audiolog from one of these guys while going through the horrors of it, I would be SO HYPED for that!

5. What is your LEAST Favorite Character

This is the silliest thing, but there's only one Bendy character I actively dislike, and it's that puppet in the mop bucket from the prologue of BATDR. That thing creeps me out. I'm so sorry. ^^''''

6. smash or pass the ink demon

Neither, I'm extremely ace and not here for smashing, but I'm not passing up on interacting with him. I'm instead inviting him over for some cookies and hot cocoa.

7. Opinions on Bendy and the Dark Revival? this goes for gameplay, lore, characters, everything.

Already covered this one earlier, but to reiterate, I like it! I just wish we spent more time with the characters. I do have some issues with the way the story was handled. As much as I loved Chapter 4, I do kind of wish we got the reveal that Audrey was the daughter of Drew sooner, or at the very least, gave her more time/scenes to grapple with it. Because love the ending as I might, Joey's speech about her being born of darkness just, doesn't hit for me when she doesn't seem to feel that way about herself at any point? Like we see her struggle with it once and then never again, it needed some more build up and punch. But overall? I loved it. I loved this cast, I love the atmosphere and locations, I loved the expansion of the ink demon's character, Memory Joey was a hit despite doing some things that kind of lessen the horror of the previous game, and Twisted Alice, as nonsensical as her plan was, was such a treat, I was so glad to have her back and have her be such a menace. XD

8. Do you have high hopes for any new bendy games? (mainly Bendy - The Cage)

I have a reasonable level of optimism and curiosity! I'm sure it'll be an interesting entry. Curious how they'll handle more disturbing horror after how disturbing the last game was. I'm trying not to expect too much, going in with fewer expectations makes for a better experience for me personally.

9. How did you feel about BATIM's ending when it first came out?

Mostly confused, but really excited that Henry didn't die. X'''D No joke, when Chapter 5 first came out, I was so freaking anxious about what was gonna happen. A friend got on call and watched a playthrough with me so I didn't like lose my entire cool. X'''D Still one of my fondest memories in this fandom. The ending wasn't everything I hoped for, but I still appreciate it and the rest of Chapter 5 as a result of the experiences I had with friends during it.

10. looking back on it now, how do you feel about Chapter 3 of BATIM?

When the original came out, it needed some balance and bug testing badly. But in its current state? It's not as bad as people make it out to be, but it is tedious. I get so lost in it as someone who's directionally challenged, but like, -gestures at Malice- my GIRL! How can I not enjoy it at least a little when my queen is right there giving some of the best and most informative dialogue of any character in the game?

11. if you could change / improve ONE THING about Bendy and the ink machine (the singular game) , What would it be?

This is going to sound ridiculous, but I would want it to have some gyroscopic control on the Switch port. I'm sorry gamers, I don't know how you play games where you have to aim with the analog sticks, I can't do it, I'm so bad at it. X'''D I use motion controls for stuff like aiming my view in Splatoon, give me that as Henry and I will be unstoppable.

12. Opinions of MAlice Angel / Corrupted Susie Campbell?

She is everything, she is the moment, she is my beloved, and I want to bake for her and tell her she's beautiful, because she IS! She was such a fun antagonist and I want more of her backstory! Like she has been an enjoyable part of every game she's been in. Boris and the Dark Survival with the Milla Tapes? Underrated Alice moment, she was GREAT there.

13. Do you think Sammy dying, and THEN coming back was good or bad?

I don't think I can classify it as good or bad, but I did enjoy it! Like hey, ink creatures don't necessarily stay permanently dead, and they can have some really interesting mental things happening when reforming, that was cool world building! And then when we got to see under the mask, and he's ready to kill us? Oh MAN, oh that was a thrill. Would not trade that brief Sammy boss fight for anything, that's my GUY right there!

14. On a Scale of One to Ten, how convoluted do you thing Bendy's lore as of Present Day?

Eh, gonna roll with the devil's number and say a 6.6. It's not that bad. BATDR convoluted it more than BATIM did, and there are some book moments that puzzle me, but it overall? It's workable, and I only drive myself a tiny bit nuts over it (I say as I've been going "NOTHING IS TRUE THE CANON IS A LIE" for like two weeks trying to assemble a series timeline and classify ink creatures).

15. Opinions / on a scale of 1-10 on the Bendy Books?

Dreams Come to Life - 7/10, needed more clarity in parts, had some good moments with returning characters, Dot we love you, JACOB WE LOVE YOU

The Lost Ones - 7/10, was a little weird not seeing most of our studio cast and being so far removed from the studio itself, but it's an enjoyable read, really liked our new characters and swapping perspective, living for that Wally intro, and I have a lot of questions about what ink can do to your brain and Tom's mental state in 1946

Fade to Black - 9/10, by far my favorite, great balance of old and new, Joey Drew was DELIGHTFULLY UNHINGED (something something that's the Joey I knew), Rose was fun, Evan was fun, DOT HI I MISSED YOU, Archie Carter was THE BIGGEST SURPRISE and I ADORE HIM, never thought we'd get a YouTuber cameo audiolog character as a MAJOR PART of a book, Wilson was a treat, and the studio sections of this one destroy me, I love it love it love it

The Illusion of Living - 7/10, the greatest Joey Drew character study to ever exist, which is great but difficult to read when he jumps all over the place and rambles about who knows what for pages at a time, offered some really great moments that I can't imagine the series without, and it solidified my love of Abby, please give Abby a spot in the games, this book made it very clear she is important to the Joey and Henry backstory, and I am so frustrated that we have not referenced her ONCE in these games when she's one, the head of the art department, and two, the one with the braincell of this trio, also Detective Sinclair's murder mystery was fun, I didn't know I would enjoy that genre so much, also Sammy and Jack were GREAT in this book

Employee Handbook (the original) 6/10 - It's a game guide mostly, but I go back to this thing often since it's one of the few things in the series that ACTUALLY GIVES US DATES for when things happened.

16. Opinions / on a scale of 1-10 on the Crack up Comics?

Crack Up Comics is a solid 9/10 for me, it was genuinely fun to read. Sucks that so many comics got spoiled for me on Twitter (much like the ending of DCTL, still sore about that), but the art is really cute, there's a small bit of lore, and the characters are written in such a fun way. Bendy you little scamp, I love you. Hindsight being what it is, I'm still a bit sore there was no cameo appearance for Carley in this book, and I feel the same way about all the toons from this book not appearing anywhere in Dark Revival. What is the point of having fun cartoon characters if they're not at least making a small appearance on a wall poster or something? That is such a missed opportunity.

17. Best Toon Character? (Out of Bendy, Boris, and Alice)

Alice, by far. Don't get me wrong, I love Bendy and Boris too, but Alice has such a fun character, especially in the comics, I LOVED her.

17 (2). Best Butcher Gang Member? (toon)

Edgar. I've warmed up to Charley a lot over the years, but Edgar is my baby boy, I want to hold him and squeeze him and love him, he's so SWEET.

18. Not a question; but SHOW US YOUR / AN OC!! FEEL FREE TO LORE DUMP !!

So hiiii, this is my girl Bella Ewe, a young woman who got roped into Joey's shenanigans as an apprentice animator (after he accidentally broke her leg), and accidentally ends up in the cycle. She gets sacrificed by Sammy, ends up as a searcher that steadily evolves, he has regrets about it, and now with Jack, they're working as a trio called The Shepherds to try and help break the narrative that everyone's been forced to play a part in. Her dive ability allows her to plunge into the depths of the ink, where she talks to people to try and help them regain their humanity. She goes from timid and hopeless to fiery and surrounded by found family, and she is my beloved sheepy daughter.

19. Best Human Character? (Out of Henry, Joey, Audrey, Wilson)

Oooh, that's hard. I'm gonna have to say Joey. I love Henry and Audrey, but the two of them don't get a lot of characterization. Joey however, we get to know him throughout multiple stages of his life AND an inky memory of him, and all of them are such a fun time to explore.

19 (2). Best Human Character? (Out of Wally, Nathan, Sammy, and Bertrum)

Okay that's not fair. X'''D Sammy is my favorite, I love his human iteration just as much as I love his inky one, but Wally is also high up there. He's a fun comedic relief.

20. Best Inked Creature? (Out of the ink demon, Malice, Sammy, and Buddy Boris)

This also isn't fair, how dare you make me pick between my wife and my husband. X'''D But I'm gonna have to say Alice. She's got the more compelling story, but Sammy is also really good as our first introduction to what can happen to a human tainted by ink, he's the one that pulled me into liking Bendy in the first place.

20 (2). Best Inked Creature? (Out of Shipahoy Dudley, Lost Ones/Searchers, Allison, and Tom Boris)

This is hard, but I think I'm gonna say Searchers and Lost Ones. Back when BATIM Chapter 4 dropped, you know that part where that one Lost One goes "when can we go home" and then you open the door to see a room FULL OF THEM? Shivering and miserable? That broke me, I just kept whispering "I'm sorry" as we went through there. (Also Porter and Heidi are great, I hope we see them again someday.)

21. Whats the best ink demon variant?

BATDR, hands down. He is a much more intimidating monster, the voice gives me chills (thank you Sean), I can't get over his silly little hooves, he's great. Still love all the others though, they're good in their own ways.

22. The Better gloves? three lines or two dots?

I prefer the two dots for Bendy, but it doesn't really matter. Alice got infinitely cooler gloves, I'm sorry. X'''D

23. Did you prefer Wally being Boris, or Buddy being Boris?

I'm a Buddy Boris kind of gal. Buddy stole my heart in the books, and I love him a lot. That said, I think they both have merit, and I can appreciate fan content that explores both of these options. When the original game was in development, and Wally and Boris were the characters that were left, all the others we could make pretty reliable guesses about the fates on, so him being Boris was a process of elimination theory that people tried to justify with details like him knowing his way around the vent system. And it would have been so sad as a twist since his whole thing was "I'm outta here," him not getting out would be the unfortunate punchline. I get why it was popular, and like I said, I enjoy a number of fan works that use it. But I won't lie, it didn't ever feel like that was the canon for me, not enough information to back it up. I mean Buddy has a similar problem, but at least we know he's a Boris. Whether or not he's Henry's Boris friend is the inconclusive part. Regardless of canon, that's how I write him at least.

24. Did you like Joey being inky or the newer lore?

I'm not sure what this is asking, but I get the sense this has to do with the old theories about Joey being the Ink Demon vs. what we have now with Memory Joey and the human Joey being dead? I'm okay with it to be honest. Would I have liked Joey to be the big bad that also suffers as a monster for his crimes against his co-workers? Yes, that would be very satisfying. But I think in a lot of ways, his current lore can still be satisfying too. It's no secret that I have some mixed feelings about his slideshow presentation, but let's reiterate for anyone who doesn't know me, because I think it ties into this in an important way.

I struggle with the decision to change the lore for Henry and Allison, and it affects my feelings about Joey. Memory Joey is a great character, he's a Joey Drew that's trying to be a better person, and that's what I like about him. He's imperfect, because he's a Joey and Joey is far from perfect, he's going to make mistakes and botch things up, but he's trying. He cares about Audrey, he's trying to help her through the studio without overstepping the boundaries, because again, he's still figuring out this whole "being a better person" thing. And ultimately, that was what endeared me to him. You don't need to change the lore of the previous games to give Joey Drew a redemption arc. All we needed was Joey choosing to try and be better. It doesn't erase his sins and all the bad stuff he did along the way, it doesn't change how he treated people, it doesn't change the literal murder and chaos he caused, the lives he ruined. And it shouldn't. Redemption arcs aren't about a character being forgiven or given a pass, they're about a character choosing to be better regardless of how the world sees them, and that's what's SO POWERFUL about Memory Joey! Joey Drew in life was so concerned with how the world saw him at several stages, so much time is spent being stuck in the past, despite his insistence that he doesn't want to think about the past. And finally we have an iteration of him that has tried to move past what he was before, and I am SO PROUD OF HIM!

That was all we needed, we did not need Henry and Allison being clones to soften his crimes. That does not help with Joey's redemption arc, in some ways it kind of cheapens it for me. Instead it has caused more confusion on whether or not ink creatures require a soul, lessens the horror of the original BATIM for Henry's characterization, brings about SEVERAL questions about who is and isn't a clone now (looking at you Tom), and just like, it's been really weird when it comes to Joey's murder and victim count. Like, the guy has been responsible for multiple deaths in BATIM and the books, why are we deciding now that these two aren't part of that? Also the one note about the ink children that came before Audrey, that is also a can of worms and I'm very exhausted thinking about it.

Overall, I like Joey as he is now. As stated before, I think Fade to Black has some of the best Joey writing in the entire series (as does TIOL, even if it was a bit of a slog to get through). I like Memory Joey a lot, I mean I wouldn't have made a doll of him if I didn't. X'''D He's alright.

Thank you for these wonderful questions! You guys, if you made it to the end and wanna go engage with the original, here's the link one more time, just so you don't have to scroll to the top. XD Have fun.

#bendy and the dark revival #batdr #batim #bendy and the ink machine #bendy books #bendy fade to black #bendy fade to black spoilers #bendy ftb #bendy ftb spoilers #ftb #bendy theories #bendy questions #memory joey #bendy opinions

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zozo-01 · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday

After the angst fest that was Sunday, I feel like I owe a lot of people some fluff! So here's some Sam/Darlin' fluff from a lil story I'm working on, after some encouragement from @ejunkiet!

(I have also been using this as fluff compensation and an apology for some of my mutuals, so why not share it with everyone? Also tagging @bittersweet--chaos and @dolls-circus. I am (not) sorry for terrorizing you with snippets of the Darlin' angst. <3)

“What? I swear I was never shit on by the dentist! In fact, they always complimented me on my teeth.” Darlin’ waltzed over to Sam, wrapping their arms around his neck. They tilted their head to the side with a saccharine grin, mock gasping at the accusation. “Samuel Collins. Are you calling me a liar?,” Darlin’ teased. Sam sighed before holding his Darlin’ by their waist.

“My name isn’t short for Samuel, Darlin’, it’s just Sam. And why yes, I am calling you a liar, you menace. I refuse to believe with all the junk food you eat, your teeth aren’t rotting like a corpse. If I was your dentist, I’d charge you extra for every sweet treat you eat.”

Darlin’ gave a giggle that Sam swears was the sounds from the harps in heaven. “Well maybe it’s more fun to say ‘Samuel Collins’ instead of just ‘Sam Collins’,” replied cheekily, with a smirk to match. “But, I promise that the dentist has never said anything about my teeth. Now can you pretty please make me pancakes.”

Sam rolled his eyes at Darlin’ pout. Who knew with the reputation Darlin’ held, that they can be so… adorable. He much prefers the puppy dog look they have over their usual wolf glare.

He went off to the kitchen to make Darlin’s beloved pancakes, with Darlin’ trailing close behind him. Once Sam started to gather the ingredients onto the counter, they hugged him from behind and started to gently kiss his shoulders and neck.

Sam let out a low chuckle before saying, “maybe I should start calling you ‘sugar’ for that sweet tooth you have.” Darlin’ stopped what they were doing and let out a scoff. They squeezed tighter before responding, “no, I like Darlin’ much better. I might think you’re angry at me if you don’t call me Darlin’.”

Sam squeezed an arm they had wrapped around his waist. A silent affirmation that he won’t be mad at them. “Sammy?,” Darlin' called out, their voice muffled due to their face buried in his back. Sam let out a quiet sound that prompted Darlin’ to continue. “Thank you for the pancakes.”

Sam knew it wasn’t just the pancakes. It was for the fact that he was willing to help and heal a complete stranger. It was for the fact that he cared for them in times when they didn’t even care about themselves. For how he became a beacon of comfort. A place for Darlin’ to put down their weapons and armour.

Sam turned around in Darlin’s arms and held their face in his hands, looking at them in their eyes. “Darlin’, you never have to thank me for anything, alright? I’ll always be here for you.”

“Forever and always?”

“Forever and always.”

#*looks at what fic i stole this from*#i am so sorry #but this is a trap #anyone can tell you #nothing stays fluffy with me #:> this is my apology in advance :>#this is zo speaking #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted asmr

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I have been enjoying your live blogs immensely even though i myself don't have enough context for late late seasons. Since you've been going through it recently, I am curious to know how you view early s13 episodes that get called "widower arc" by d/c shippers. They really bring it as the proof that Dean CANNOT live without Cas, while he can move on from Sam but now that I'm reaching there, I'm a bit confused 'cause Dean lost more than just Cas at end of s12? I would love to know your thoughts on this part of the show because I still get a bit of anxiety about watching any further...

hello beloved anon omg i'm so pleased someone is getting something out of my liveblogging <3 haha. sorry it took me a little while to get to this - it feels like actually forever since i watched 12/13 and i'll admit right now that i was not watching them with my full focus. so take that into consideration haha

but okay i would not worry about watching further. the show does not suddenly become a destiel fest in late late seasons - if anything i feel like it's this strange combination of "ah shit we should do something with castiel" and "we can't actually think of anything to do with castiel" so he's THERE, but like, irregularly. and while NOW, in 15 (maybe also late 14? they blur) there is starting to be some "ok they're setting up for cass to have confirmed romantic feelings for dean" it's very much... uh... in the background. genuinely doing my best to be objective and use neither my wincestie goggles OR my destiel-hater goggles but silly domestic brothers are definitely still at the forefront and i assume that will remain the same up to the finale.

as for a widower arc... um, well, again my memories of early s13 are not super crystal clear. i actually had to go back and rewatch a little to remind myself what was going on because i forgot cass even died then lol. you know where my focus is. but like you said anon dean lost so much at the end of 12 and like, in general that whole season was kind of a headwreck. i think he was already in a bad place and then lost yet another person that had been in his life long-term. we KNOW dean doesn't do well losing anything that's been in his life for a while which makes complete sense given, you know, his life. lol. he's cut up about cass because he has lost yet another friend. nothing about it suggests "widower" to me - ESPECIALLY not compared to how he "coped" whenever he lost sam. again, trying my best to be objective but i don't see it, lol. i think it's a fanon interpretation that suits the ship, which is fine if you're into it but if you're not - like, i wouldn't be watching it going "god damn, i wasn't a destiel believer before, but dean is clearly grieving him like a widower! the scales have fallen from my eyes! deancas forever" lmao

also, like, when they ARE reunited the response is kind of tragically one-sided dkfjgh. dean is happy to have him back clearly but their relationship settles down again very fast and dean goes back to like. uh. what i personally can't read as anything other than viewing cass as one or two shades more important than like, the family dog. SORRY i know that's harsh and they are friends. but their interactions are so sparse and dean is so unbothered lately lmao which you cannot convince me is down to repression. he just has other priorities!!!! (sammy)

okay i hope this wasn't too incoherent. don't worry about watching further!! there are tangents like there have been for the last like, 10 seasons but all in all. it's brothers front and centre forever. and there are enough sweet moments imo to keep you going even when the show is not so good (been saying this to myself since like, s7. if i can do it anyone can do it). just think of the 14x12 hug. all things are possible through the power of the 14x12 hug

#asks #thank you love you<33

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COTL ROTOF Fanfic

Pt 11 : "A Dissenter among Chaos..

11-12-23(Day 216 of Eternity Heaven)

"Its been quite a while since we last checked on The Evergrowing Wealthy Cult of Eternity Heaven which Lambert has been pretty blessed this month from making their gold stack to be at 300k! which was a big milestone for the Cult in itself!

Aside from having a pretty nice and peaceful anniversary back in October with his Darling Wife Samantha, Today something was off about her..

One Sermon while Lambert was busy preaching the "Good Word of the Day" and commanding a few rituals that made quite a few of his followers upset esp to his surprise his most beloved follower, wife and besets Friend next to Narinder. Samantha..

Lambert's eyes widened at her look of disgust on her face as if he saw a demon possessing such a innocent, confessed soul. from her POV Sammi felt disgust with worry at her husband/leader's recent ritual and weekly sermon which she distasted of herself.

L : Hey Sammi.. Honey mind coming over here please?

S : *scoffs* okay Lamby, Fine...

Lambert then picked up Sammi using his crown's powers which formed a hand with fingers and picked up the adorably upset lavender batdemon by her robe, until he placed his wife into a prison stock for dissenting..

Samantha was then trying to break free out of the prison with tears swelling on her face while looking at her leader, husband and most of all : "her savior" the brave masochist lamb that saved her from the horrors of silk cradle and a creepy rapey war riddended shamura of the past all those yrs ago.. put her in a prison for a thing she never thought would trace towards her mind..

S : *sobbing* Lamby.. i'm so sorry i truly deeply am.. *sobbing cont*

Lambert stood back at his wife in shame but then hugged her head while rubbing her horns amist placed in the prison stalks.. he then whispered quietly to her in her ears.

L : "Sammi, i know.. honey i didn't expect it to happen to you besides i expected shamura or narinder or the other bishops to act like this towards me.. *giggles*

Samantha then chuckled a bit after her sweet Leader told her that funny secret joke to calm her down a bit to stop crying and feel better inside.

Sammi then kissed Lambert on the lips which then turned into a makeout in the stalks while ignoring a few bystander followers watching and snickering at the loving couple, except for Lambert's 2 other beloved wives Lady Dimistru(Dimmi) & M3gan(M3ggy) whom both sympathetically both "awwed" in sync while walking back to their beds to rest while their "Spousal Sister" was incarcerated for a 3 days time.

After Lambert & Samantha finished smooching each other, Lambert then walked out into the old faith to go to Silk Cradle once again but with Narinder to be his Main Heart Protector for the first time in quite a long time which he felt that he hasn't been giving Nari any attention since he's been giving more love to his 3 wives mostly so this week was gonna be just him & his lamb husband just like the old days of the cult!

L : *waves bye to Sammi and blow kisses at her* Bye Sammi i'll see you later love you darling!

S *blows kiss back with spare hand* Bye Honey! Love you too, have a good crusade.. *yawns* Falls asleep in prison

Rest of the day Lambert & Narinder spent a crusade together with the rest of the holiday season being for both of them..

To be continued..

#cotl #fanfic #cotl rotof #cotl spoilers #cotl followers #Lamb's Spouses #Narrilamb #Lamb x Follower Spouse #IRL Ingame playthrough

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ordinarilynatural · 3 years

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i think its funny how there can be no single post about jack in relation to sam or about their relationship, their narrative parallels or how sam has influenced jack without some dean/cas stan adding on how they ALL influence jack and how they are ALL important to him

#sammy beloved i am so sorry #cant have shit on this site #yes i am a bitter sam stan #please let us have at least SOMETHING #mom im tired #sam winchester #jack kline #sam and jack #supernatural

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suncaptor · 2 years

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Hi! I'm trying to find more samblogs to follow but it's so hard to find trustworthy ones. do you have any faves who you'd recommend? 😊

Earlier this year I made a rec post here, granted a lot of people have changed over the last year or moved on so here’s a new rec post!

here are some mutuals that I recommend for Sam content <3

@sabatoge @sambrosia @spneveryseason @bloodiermary @tripleredeye4sam @transamwinchester @alivegirlsam @ambersock @rootsmachine @exbloodfreak @adhdsamruby @meadowsweetsam @tasteslikemolecules@iheardyourprayer

@bisexualsam @sambrador @assigned-boyking-at-birth @eucharistsamruby @samsbrownhoodie @housewife-castiel @samsqueerpolycule @lawbloodfreak @roadkillsam @wessoncore @songsforskyline

@trippin-over-my-fandoms @halfchrist-halfcowboy @clinttbartton @youngskywalkersam

shoutout to some really good Sam blogs that might be less active for that content rn but I still totally recommend checking out for their content <3

@scorpiohaq @godtrials (@fascra) @boyhowdyall @arsonsamruby @lifbitch @uglyorangejacket @crobby

1/2 for tumblr’s tagging limit

#Sam Winchester #spn #supernatural #sammy #rec #blog rec #incoherents #if I said we were mutuals and we aren't I"m sorry I have spent hours on this colour me embarrassed #also I am so sleep deprived so do not like I forgot someone on purpose #also I did like. keep it Sam content blogs so like there are beloved mutuals who don't post that who I I would recommend too #and like before there are anti dean and dean stans and anti destiel and hellers here #bc I follow a mixture #i will add the link to my old post after I save a draft of the reblog since I have it copy pasted

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Quality Family Time: Baby Jack ficlet

for the bah discord besties<3

In Dean's humble opinion, the week was off to a pretty good start. Sunday, he and Cas took Jack to the library and let him go wild in the children's section, then let him run off his "excitement about literature" in the park, ending with lunch at their favorite diner, which is Dean's humble opinion qualifies as a pretty great Sunday afternoon. And then Sammy and Eileen finished up their hunt earlier than expected, and they even brought back Claire and Kaia as a surprise. Meaning they got to all have a much-needed family dinner, movie night, and catch up with the girls. And they decided to stay for a few days, which meant extra babysitters, which really meant, he and Cas could have their date night this week. And of course it also meant Dean had a few days to just hang out with his family, watch some movies, watch his kids bond, run some stupid errands, cook some big meals.

Now it was Wednesday, and Dean was spending the day with Eileen and Jack, while the others opted to help Sam with the supply run. Eileen was getting a movie queued up for Jack's nap, while Dean got a start on some laundry.

(read the rest under the cut)

He was currently running out to the garage to grab the blanket he keeps folded in Baby's trunk, smiling fondly at the memory of Monday's date night.

So yeah as far as Wednesdays go, Dean was having a pretty good one.

At least, he was.

Dean's stomach dropped as he flicked the lights on, barely registering the clang of his keys hitting the floor, standing frozen in the doorway.

He's hallucinating, he must be. There's absolutely no way that-

He squeezed his eyes shut, counting to ten while he tried to will away the hallucination with his mind. But unfortunately for Dean, he didn't have that kind of mind power, because that thing was still sitting there when he opened his eyes.

Fuck.

Forcing his feet to move, Dean stepped further into the garage, reaching out a shaking hand as he inched forward.

He'll just touch it and his hand will go through it, and he can blame this hallucination on that questionable burger he ate at some local joint they all went to last night. It'll be fi-

Dean's blood turned to ice as his hand connected with cool metal. He quickly jumped back in shock, jaw hitting the floor.

Because last time he checked, Dean didn't leave an 18 foot long Lightning McQueen sitting in his beloved Baby's parking spot.

He tried to speak but all that came out was an incoherent squeak, as he raced around the car inspecting every inch of it.

He couldn't get any of the doors open or the hood for that matter, but as far as he could tell it seemed to be a real car, despite being a cartoon look-a-like.

Well, at least it wasn't talking.

"Ka-chow"

Dean slumped over onto the roof of the car, banging his head, fists following in defeat.

Because there was a Lightning McQueen look-a-like with a toy voice box, parked in the garage of their super top-secret underground Bunker, in place of one of his most prized possessions.

Maybe he spoke too soon about having a pretty good Wednesday.

Why is this happening? How did this thing get in here? Where is his Baby? Is she alright? Can he even get her back? How the hell did this ev-

Son of a bitch.

"Jack!" Dean called, voice coming out more strangled than he'd care to admit.

Of course. Cars had become Jack's new obsession over the past week, they first watched it on Friday night and he's insisted on watching it at least once a day ever since.

Dean groaned scrubbing his hands down his face. There's truly never a dull moment with a half-Nephilim toddler.

Jack probably didn't even realize what happened. Sometimes his powers react before his mind can catch up with them, like when he subconsciously made all of his toys come to life after Toy Story became his favorite movie. The kid probably didn't even know about the Cars wannabe parked in the garage, besides his kid would never tamper with Bab-

"Dee! You found Lightning!"

Dean's jaw once again found its way back down to the floor. His own kid.

He turned to see his four-year-old come bounding into the garage, practically bursting with joy.

"What the hell"

Dean tore his gaze away from Jack to see Eileen frozen in the doorway, who's jaw also joined Dean's on the floor.

"Look see it's just like Lightning, Dee!" Jack cheered as he ran over to check out the car, regaining Dean's attention.

"Uh...ye-yeah buddy. I-I can see that bu-" Dean began sounding pained, only to be cut off by Jack.

"It's a real car, Dee. You can drive it! And look I gots all the stickers on it too"

"Yeah kiddo, bu-"

"And it can talk too! It says all of Lightning's things! Do you like it Dee? Where you surprised?" Jack asked as he wrapped himself around Dean's legs, smiling up at him without a care in the world.

Dean still mostly in shock, glanced up at Eileen who looked to be in the same boat, except she was holding back barely contained laughter.

Great no help from his best friend, traitor. So Dean shakily knelt down placing his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Listen, Squirt. I was definitely surprised. But yo-"

"Oh my god"

Dean's head jerked up to see Sam, Cas, Claire, and Kaia now standing with Eileen in the doorway, dropped grocery bags spilling out onto the floor. All of them too stunned to move, except for Cas who luckily must have noticed the distress in Dean's eyes.

"Jack, Baby. What is this?" Cas asked, quickly making his way over to them, quickly kneeling down beside Dean.

"I made Baby into Lightning! Ta da!"

"Wait, that thing is my Baby?" Dean asked voice cracking.

And of course, that's what did it.

Sam doubled over in laughter, Eileen, Claire, and Kaia quickly following, and Cas was beside him, clearly trying to conceal his laughter.

"God this is the best thing I've ever seen" Sam wheezed in the background, and if Dean weren't still reeling he'd walk right over and punch him.

Cas placed a grounding hand on Dean's shoulder, all while trying to bite back his smile. Well, Dean appreciated the gesture, at least he was trying to be considerate, unlike some people he knew.

"Bug, do you remember what Daddy and I told you about using your powers?" Cas begins, trying and failing to sound stern.

"That I can't make my toys be alive! And I didn't Baby isn't alive, and she's not even a toy!" Jack explains with a smile.

"Yea-yeah Squirt, but the second part of that little talk was that you shouldn't use your powers unless you ask Daddy, or me, or Uncle Sammy or Aunt Eileen, remember?" Dean supplied after he finally got his gears spinning again.

"Ooooohhh. Oops, sorry!"Jack shrugs and he even had half a mind to at least look a little bit sorry, but it's drowned out by another fresh wave of laughter.

"I'm so glad we decided to stay longer, does stuff like this happen all the time?" Kaia laughed behind him, as Claire wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh I'm so glad my distress is amusing to all of you!" Dean shot back, voice still a little unsteady, which only caused them to laugh harder. Cas met his eyes, as he squeezed his shoulder, scooting closer.

"Squirt it's okay, just uh don't do it again....now where exactly is the real Baby?" Dean asked cutting right to the chase, not missing the look Cas gave him for glossing over the whole "don't use your powers without asking" lesson.

But there was time for that later, because right now his Baby was currently a firetruck red cartoon racecar with eyes.

"That is Baby. I just made her look like that, it's her. See!" Jack explained jumping up and dragging Dean over. Everyone else followed suit, Sam giving him a shit eating grin as he handed Dean the discarded keys.

To Dean's surprise, the key unlocked the car just like baby, and the interior looked exactly the same.

"Wow kid, this is honestly pretty cool" Claire complimented with a low whistle, which earned her a death glare from Dean, only making her laugh harder.

Unbelievable. All of his kids have it out for his car today.

Dean heaved a sigh as he watched his family examine every inch of the car, not bothering to hold back their laughter at this point.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we didn't watch How to Train Your Dragon" Cas quipped wrapping Dean in his arms as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Dean flopped over and laid his forehead on Cas's shoulder, letting a soft laugh escape.

"Yeah well, at least my car wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire" Dean groaned back, feeling Cas' laugh rumble in his chest.

"Yes I know this is a tragedy, clearly the real live dragons would have caused less damage-well less emotional damage anyway"

"Woah, look at that, he's got jokes. Alright everyone step away from the racecar" Dean smirked, yelling that last bit as he pushed away from Cas' chest. He made his way over to Jack who was currently in the driver's seat (keys nowhere near the ignition of course), showing everyone how the horn says McQueen catchphrases now.

"Alright Houdini, while the Lightning McQueen trick was very cool, and we've reminded you that we don't use powers unless we ask. It's time to turn him back into Baby, capiche?" Dean said in the most no-nonsense tone he could manage as he kneelt down to Jack's level.

And of course Dean's very logical, very simple, very warranted request resulted in an uproar from his family.

"Wait you aren't even gonna take it for a spin?"

"You've literally got thee Lightning McQueen sitting in your garage"

"Dean c'mon one dri-"

"Nope. Not happening. Now way am I driving that thing" Dean cut in, flinging his arms out for emphasis and effectively silencing the traitor-his family.

Then he felt a little tug on his shirt.

"Please Dee? One time, then I change Baby back?" Jack asked with his best puppy dog eyes, and Dean quickly made a mental note to kick Sam's ass for teaching him that.

And as he slowly tilted his head back up, he was met with four pleading faces, all hovering around the car He desperately turned his gaze towards Cas knowing he'd be the voice of reason, he'd neve-

"Well, it would be a waste not to take the car for at least one ride" Cas shrugged almost sheepishly, barely hiding his grin. Dean stared back into his eyes trying to will him to change his mind, but he knew it was pointless.

Dean sighed his defeat, running a hand down his face. Damnit

"Fine, one drive-and I mean one. Twenty minutes tops" He shouted, throwing his hands in air in exasperation as everyone cheered.

And when Dean found himself driving back to the bunker four hours later, he and failed tried to hid his smile. He glanced in the mirror at Claire and Jack passed out, while Kaia and Sam held a whispered conversation in the magically (which Jack may or may not have had a hand in) stretched out backseat. Eileen turned in the front seat joining the conversation, as Cas sat in the middle, pressed up against Dean.

Cas gave his hand a squeezing, shooting him a knowing smile, which only earned a nudge from Dean.

So yeah, maybe Dean did almost have a heart attack earlier in the day. And maybe he did have to let a bunch of annoying people in the next town over pose for pictures with the car when they stopped for dinner. And maybe the horn said "Ka-chow" and "I am speed". And maybe the drive was more than twenty minutes. But in Dean's humble opinion, it was still a pretty good Wednesday after all.

Lightning McQueen be damned.

Tag list pt 1:

@wormstacheangel @smiledean @chaoticdean @midnightwings-deancas @jellydeans @sunshine-jack @archervale @wikiangela @subbydean @organicpurplepants @you-cant-spell-subtext-without

@tkdwolf2012 @doemons-blog @rolling-stoned-girl @skylerkernaghan @icefire149 @dakiaty @seffersonjtarship @angeltiddies @feraldean @teamfreebees @keshetcas @jewishdeanwinchester @martymar1963 @midnight-sparks-studio @aestheticflyer26

@athenixrose @slipper007 @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @winchester-novak @lyonessrampant @thiscowboyisbisexual @carverera @milfcodeddean @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie

#a very normal fic. nothing weird here at all #very normal<3 #i actually think im really funny #im fine<33333 #nothing strange. just baby jack and a fambly #bec writes #baby jack truthing #destiel fic #destiel #plantdadcas #dean winchester #seraphcastiel #rambleoncas #userzaddy #uservilma

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elitehoe · 2 years

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Jay White on The Sessions thoughts!

I am so happy I watched the video version instead of the audio!!

Jay just playing with his hair 90% of the time Matt Jackson watch out bitch there's a new milf in town

Can he stop playing with his hair it's distracting me

Renee and Jay unknowingly having a battle of who can play with their hair longer in this interview lol

He's such a soothing soul when he's not being a sneaky cheating knife bitch 🥰🥰

Japanese karaoke sessions with Finjuice, Renee, Mox and Switchblade!! I desperately need to see Jay karaoke Hips Don't Lie by Shakira now!!

THAT SMILE AND THAT LAUGH *heart palpitations* I LOVE THAT SMILE AND THAT LAUGH SO MUCH

Kiwi accent is best accent sorry Fergal my beloved Irish boi

The Prince vs The Switchblade fucking when?!? Finn leave WWE challenge 😌

When he talks about keeping his personal life private and away from wrestling I absolutely loved that SAMMY AND TAY TAKE FUCKING NOTES GOD DAMN

FAMER JAY MY BELOVED *insert picture of him and his enormous cock*

Jay White is an SVU stan bless

Promo Jay making his awaited appearance!!

"I don't even have issues with Kenny I know some people think we do." *Side eyes this bitch*

U-S-of-Jay is the only US of anything I support with my whole chest

Jay is a middle child... Makes sense

Renee being passive aggressive over not being able to ask Jay about his personal life is gold 😂😂

If they did karaoke in Chicago and Renee didn't post at least one clip I'm unsubscribing to the sessions byee

Final thoughts

Renee has a way when she interviews where she can make the most awkward or shyest of people just perfectly open up and thrive in her presence!!

Usually in interviews Jay looks like he hates life and stays at least 80% in character during the interview, but this one he was like so carefree and interactive and I just loved it.

Loved that she didn't ask him the usual questions, her questions were very interesting and that was what looked like kept Jay interested in the interview.

Petition for Renee Paquette to interview Kenny Omega + Young Bucks before I take my last breath on this hellsite of a planet starts now!!

Also if these are lowkey shitty it's because he derails my entire thought process 95% of the time 🙈

#on my switchblade shit #such a good interview besties #go listen to it #or watch it #you will get distracted every 5 seconds cause he's playing with his pretty hair though #I literally can barely form thoughts about this man so enjoy #also I'll be listening to this multiple times so if I have more thought out thoughts I'll post them #but I'll probably end up deleting this #jay white #switchblade jay white #renee paquette #the sessions

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inkabelledesigns · 2 years

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You know, a few hours ago I typed up a lengthy post about my feelings about Bendy: The Lost Ones now that I was halfway through the book. I’m really loving it so far! Well, I should’ve waited until I was actually halfway to say anything. I was like what, around 120 pages? No, 150 or so pages is truly halfway, I’m now at page 199 of the physical version, and excuse me while I scream about it. Warning, spoilers under the cut. I’m gonna ramble, I’m gonna ramble a LOT.

I have never felt such a strong urge to scream before. And I don’t mean like, geek out scream, I mean like physically scream, like scream in terror. My heart is pounding, my gut has sunken, I feel physically sick, I am genuinely HORRIFIED by what I just read. This whole book has been so chill up to this point, it’s been cute, almost slice-of-life. These people lived normal lives with normal problems, they’re sweet, I like them. I want to see them succeed and achieve their goals. I almost forgot I was reading a novel that’s set in the same world as a horror game. But the middle of this book SURE DID REMIND ME?! We FINALLY got to the part where the ink makes an appearance, and it is LEGITIMATELY HORRIFYING! I have so many thoughts and theories running through my head, but what I can’t believe right now is that they FUCKING KILLED BRANT?! ADRIENNE KRESS EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK?! I have never felt such a NEED to scream expletives, but I am in shock, I can’t believe that happened, I am crying, there are real tears pouring from my eyes. I am having a visceral physical reaction unlike any other I’ve had in this franchise. When Buddy died in DCTL, I covered my mouth in shock and put the book down. It hit me but it didn’t phase me too badly. When Sammy and Alice die in BATIM, I was surprised, but it didn’t break me. When we first met the lost ones in chapter 4, I covered my mouth and sat there in shock, whispering “I’m sorry” over and over because I felt something terrible had happened to them. That was anxiety, but THIS, this what I’m feeling right now? This is HORROR, this is TERROR, this is a demon that haunts you. I feel HAUNTED by this book. I was expecting a DCTL clone, and I was SORELY mistaken. I should’ve changed my expectations after that masterful Wally Franks intro, with those brilliant Thomas Connor breaks. They KNEW what they were doing, the team came to play and they play HARD. I’m so glad this book wasn’t spoiled for me, for as shaky and as tearful as I am right now, I’m glad I didn’t see it coming. I feel so...alive. I thought I knew the ink, I thought I knew the demon, but it’s very clear that I don’t. For if I did, I would not be in awe of its power.

Just my god, Brant, Brant my beloved, you big dunderhead, you absolute buffoon, you’re really gone...I’ve only known you for a day, I’ve only seen small snippets of you, but you made me laugh. You made me smile, you were so desperate to achieve your goals, I wanted to see you achieve them. I was rooting for you to make it as a journalist, even though I suspected you wouldn’t. And then you just...died. Just...turned to ink and popped like a bubble when something heavy landed on you. And they tried to get you out, Constance grew a backbone because your life called for it. Bill froze, I would’ve frozen too in that moment. I mean you did fuck around and find out, but like...did you deserve that? I don’t think so. And it’s not just me that’s haunted by it, you have Bill and Constance haunted too, and they’re not okay. God they aren’t okay, I wish I could hold them, help them, turn back the clock and save you. But I can’t, not unless I pick up my own pen.

Though...I may not have to. This books switches narrators every few chapters. My curiosity was too much, I NEEDED to know if Brant was a narrator again, and he is, his name appears on a few more chapters, he’s still around somehow! I need to keep going, I need to know what happens, but it’s 1:30 in the morning and I need to try and sleep. I only kept reading to 199 so I could find a little peace. Constance breaking it off with Andrew was okay, but I’m not at peace, I’m still trembling. But it’s enough. I knew if I kept going before, Buddy wouldn’t be okay, but it would be over, there would be rest, there would be something I could use to solve the puzzles, find a solution, make it better. Here, I don’t know if it’ll be the same. I know where this book is going, all three of you get claimed by the ink, there’s no other way it could end. Yet, here I am wishing it could. I barely know you and I FEEL for you. I didn’t expect to get attached, but all of you are so HUMAN, so very human. When that ink touched your face, when you investigated the machine, I knew where it was going, I knew it would be a disaster, and I couldn’t stop you, couldn’t warn you, couldn’t save you. It all turned to crap so fast in just one moment. I wanted to look away, but much like with a car crash you can’t. Everyone wants to look, to see it with their own eyes.

Perhaps I picked the wrong book for Nightmares are Reality as an isekai fic. Maybe I should’ve put my protagonist in here. There is time for that later though. For now...for now I need to try and rest. I need to make an attempt at sleep. We’re closer to understanding how the ink works, this may be the book that gives us a clear shot at it. I’m hopeful. I can’t wait to read the rest, I can’t wait to work with every precious word of it for my theories and lore building. I’ve seen so many moments that I can’t wait for people to read with their own eyes, specific people came to mind for all of them. Favorite characters, literary references, it’s all so good. I’m so glad I picked this book up, I love it.

I’ve never been so happy to be scared before.

#bendy tlo #bendy tlo spoilers #bendy: the lost ones #bendy: tlo #tlo #the lost ones #bendy the lost ones #bendy the lost ones spoilers #visceral reaction #I sound like Sammy Lawrence raving about Bendy here #I promise my sanity is in tact #I'm just REALLY emotional about this book #it's SO GOOD so far and you should read it!

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thirstyforcharacters · 3 years

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Welcome Home (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Summary: After being away for two months on a mission, Sam has finally returned home for his loving wife. Y/n makes sure that their reuniting is both sweet and spicy.

Notes: Hi!!! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I probably still won’t be quite as active on this account as I used to be, but I will definitely be back to post some new fics, like this cute one I thought up! I was running low on inspo, so I watched Ant Man yesterday, and the .5 seconds with Sam in it made me want to write this! I hope you like this one bc I really do!!!

Warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (they’re married tho so it’s fine), sleepy morning sex :)

WC: 1.3 k

Sam was so excited to be home. He had been gone nearly two months, which was a month longer than originally intended. The mission in Barcelona, Spain was to sniff out one of the world’s most notorious mob bosses, but when it turned out that he also had connections to Hydra (it seemed like everyone did these days), he and Bucky stayed longer to take down Hydra’s Barcelonian sect. They were hoping it would take a week, max, but it ended up consuming another full month. But now, Sam was finally home, and was able to return to his loving wife.

He arrived home at exactly 2:54 am (not that he was counting), and their home was quiet. All of the lights were off, and the only sound he could hear was the snoring of Macaroni, their chunky bulldog. He couldn’t help but smile as he passed the sleeping creature, excited to start going on walks with him again. Sam made his way upstairs cautiously and crept down the hallway, the creaky floorboards threatening to disturb the peace as he took every step. He turned the doorknob to their shared bedroom and slowly pushed the door open, and was relieved to see that despite their noisey floor, his wife was still fast asleep. He smiled at her sleeping form, which was clad only in one of his t-shirts and clutching his pillow to her chest. He placed the bag containing his uniform on the floor, foregoing putting it away properly to climb into bed beside his beloved. He carefully removed the pillow from her iron grip and wrapped his arms around her waist, falling asleep almost instantly. He supposed he didn’t realize how exhausted he was.

When Y/n awoke the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the sun streaming through their curtains. The second was the uniform bag haphazardly strewn on the floor. And the third was her husband’s muscular arms wrapped around her waist. A sleepy grin stretched across her face, and she turned over in Sam’s arms to look at his face. He looked so at peace; a small smile was on his face, and when he was sleeping, the almost permanent crease in his brow was erased. She gently brushed her thumb over his cheek, wanting to take in the picture in front of her. But soon, she found herself wanting something else. Her gaze fell from his sleeping face to his shirtless torso, and she grazed the digits that touched his face down his abdomen. Sam shifted slightly in his sleep, but didn’t wake. Good. She wanted to wake him up herself.

Slowly, Y/n turned Sam so that he was lying on his back. She replaced her fingers with her lips, softly dotting kisses down his abs until she reached his pantline. She tugged his sweatpants down slowly, still not wanting to wake him. She did the same with his boxers, pulling the offending materials off of his legs. After throwing the materials on the floor, she returned to her husband’s side. Leaning forward, she gently took his now exposed cock in her hand, stroking it a few times to get it to full hardness. By now, Sam was starting to stir above her, and she knew she had to be a little quicker. A few kitten licks were placed at the head of his cock before leaning up and giving his balls the same treatment. Y/n could hear a few soft whimpers from above her, and she felt a pair of hands making their way into her hair.

She pulled back from him, looking her husband in the eyes for the first time in months as she crooned, “Good morning, honey. Welcome home.”

His eyes were wide, and still hazy with sleep. His lips were parted as she lowered her head back down and licked stripes up his cock.

“You’re a fucking dream, baby. Missed you so much,” he whispered huskily.

She pulled back again, “Missed you, too,” before sucking the head into her mouth.

He moaned softly, gently guiding her head further down onto his cock. She went pliantly, able to take everything he was giving her. That was the benefit of being married for 5 years, she supposed. Her nose soon brushed his pelvis, and she felt one of Sam’s hands move from holding her head to grasping her hand, rubbing it with his thumb.

“That’s perfect, Y/n. Always make me feel so good,” Sam praised, enjoying the soft moan that fell from her lips in reply.

Too soon, his cock twitched in her mouth, signaling his eminent release. But instead of letting him cum, she pulled her mouth off of him, pressing a kiss to the tip.

“Don’t want you to cum yet, Sam. Wanna ride you first,” she explained.

He nodded, moving to sit up as his wife moved to straddle his waist.

Sam ran his thumb against her cheek and murmured, “You’re so beautiful, Y/n. Don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Thank you, Sammy. I got lucky too, you know. Just wish you were home a little bit more,” Y/n replied with a fond smile on her face.

Sam smiled sadly, “Sorry, honey. Wish I could be home more too, but-”

“I know, you need to go be a hero,” Y/n interrupted, “just promise you’ll come back to me every time, like you did this time.”

“I promise, my love. Every time.”

At his words, she slowly sunk down onto his cock, moaning softly at the stretch. Every time he’d return home from a long mission, it felt like the first time. She had to get used to his size all over again. But though the stretch burned slightly, it felt so damned good.

Sam’s own sounds of pleasure fell from his lips as her snug walls enveloped him. It was like coming home. He knew that no matter what happened outside of the walls of their home, he would come home to her and everything would be okay.

Before long, Y/n was bouncing on his cock. She set a slow, steady pace, her tits bouncing slightly with her movements as his hands gently cradled her hips. It was soft and sweet, perfect for an early morning, and even more perfect for their first time in two months. Soft whispers of “I love you” were exchanged, and the only other sound that could be heard was the gentle slapping of skin against skin. She leaned down and pressed loving kisses to his lips, which he eagerly returned as he guided her movements on his cock.

Soon, they were both close. One of Sam’s hands moved to Y/n center, rubbing her clit, while Y/n sped up her pace slightly, hoping to have him cum along with her. As soon as Sam toyed with her clit, she reached her high, gasping out her husband’s name like a mantra as her orgasm flowed through her. It was a pleasant warmth, washing through the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes, like ocean water on a hot summer day. The tightening of her pussy brough Sam over the edge, as ribbons of cum coated her walls.

The two reunited lovers were silent for a moment, only their breathing filling the silence of the room. It felt good to finally be back together, after having been separated for so long. Soon, though, Y/n climbed off of Sam and flopped onto the bed beside him. Sam got up from the bed and wandered to their bathroom, coming out with a warm washcloth. He gently cleaned her off, and did the same for himself before returning to her side. They faced each other, placing warm kisses on the other’s lips, happy to be back in each others’ arms. Though they both knew that someday soon, Sam would have to leave again, they found solace in moments like these, where the only thing in the world that mattered was each other.

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