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stevethehairington · 1 year

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I posted 11,951 times in 2022

That's 5,130 more posts than 2021!

1,165 posts created (10%)

10,786 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@steveshairychest

@pizzaqueen

@santababysteve

@santasteve

@cherry-vamps

I tagged 10,094 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 6,115 posts

#eddie munson - 4,034 posts

#steve harrington - 3,695 posts

#steddie - 2,741 posts

#robin buckley - 884 posts

#stranger things 4 - 761 posts

#stranger things spoilers - 721 posts

#nancy wheeler - 514 posts

#succession - 483 posts

#joseph quinn - 384 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#to everyone who reads my fics andeaves kudos and comments and reblogs them and everything: i love you thank you you are so wonderful 💕💕💕

My Top Posts in 2022:

There's a guy that frequents the same park that Steve takes his morning jogs through. He always sits at the same bench, with the same little journal in his lap, bent over it and scribbling furiously away at its pages. Sometimes he'll have headphones on, sometimes he won't. Sometimes he'll be wearing a full on leather jacket, despite the weather. Sometimes he'll just have a t-shirt on, with cut off sleeves that show off his glorious, tattooed arms. Sometimes his long curly hair will be down by his shoulders. Sometimes it'll be tied back out of his face.

But if there's one constant, it's that he is always there.

And he is cute.

Steve wants to talk to him, but he doesn't know what to say to the stranger. Doesn't really know how he would approach him either. Just walking up feels too weird, and forget sliding into the empty space on the bench beside him. Asking about the journal feels way too personal, too. And just saying "Hi, I've seen you around" feels sort of creepy (even though Robin assures him it isn't — it's just a conversation starter).

So instead of outright acknowledging him, Steve decides to be a bit subtler about catching his attention. He surreptitiously alters the course of his jog so that he runs directly past the guy, and if he starts wearing his old shorts from high school that are a little too tight, a little too short, well. Thats for him to know and this guy to notice.

It goes on like that for a few weeks. Steve jogging his new path, right past Cute Guy, trying to sneak a peek from his peripherals as he passes to see if Cute Guy is looking back. And either Cute Guy is really good about timing his looks, or he's just not looking.

It's kind of a total bummer. A real shame. But who knows, maybe Cute Guy already has someone at home. Or maybe he's not into guys. Or maybe he's just not interested in some random, sweaty stranger at the park who stares too much.

Oh well, Steve thinks. Even if Cute Guy isn't interested, he at least gives Steve something nice to look at on his run that isn't a tree so. He'll take what he can get.

And then one day Steve jogs past, not really paying Cute Guy much attention this time.

Only then he hears, "Excuse me! Excuse me, hey, dude, you dropped something!"

Steve slows to a stop, patting at his chest and pockets as he turns back. He has no idea what he could have dropped — he doesn't bring a whole lot to lose on his jogs in the first place, but there's no way Cute Guy is talking to anyone else.

But also hello Cute Guy is talking to him. Who the fuck cares if he didn't drop anything?

So Steve jogs back towards the guy, who is on his feet now, and jesus his jeans are tight. Steve approaches slow, tries to keep his eyes up, and comes to a stop in front of him. "Oh?" He asks. "I did?"

Cute Guy nods. "Yeah," he says, and holds out a little scrap of paper. He lets a grin (a dimpled grin, be still Steve's heart) spread across his face, tilts his head a little, and goes, "You dropped my number."

Sure enough, right there on the little scrap of paper, are seven digits and a name.

Eddie.

Steve looks back up at Cute Guy— at Eddie. Then he folds the paper back up and makes a show of tucking it safely into his pocket, pulling the zipper across so it won't fall out. He pats his pocket and grins back at Eddie. "Wouldn't want to lose that," he tells him. He sways forward on the balls of his feet, lifts a hand to his mouth like he's telling a secret. "Rumor has it that's going to get me a date with a very cute boy."

Eddie's eyes sparkle and his smile brightens. "I can assure you, that is no rumor."

3,232 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

Accidental Kiss Goodbye Part 1

Part 2:

Steve isn't so sure how he makes the rest of the drive to Family Video without crashing. It's all kind of a blur, how he manages to operate a whole entire vehicle in the state he's in once it hits him. Because after it does, his brain is just one big broken record of IkissedEddieMunsonIkissedEddieMunsonIkissedEddieMunson — absolutely no regard for speed limits and traffic lights and other cars.

He enters the store with his eyes glazed over and a faraway look on his face. Robin, of course, clocks it immediately, and she's worried for all of thirty seconds before Steve just blurts it out:

"I kissed Eddie."

Robin raises an eyebrow, the rest of her slowly relaxing when she realizes it isn't actually anything life or death (even though it certainly feels that way to Steve). "That's good, right?" She asks. "You've been crazy about him for months, Steve. It's actually kind of painful how head over heels you are."

Steve scoffs and ignores the dig, but he fixes his wide eyes on her. "It's not good, Rob," he grouses. "I didn't mean to."

Robin scrunches up her face. "Huh? What do you mean you didn't mean to?"

"I mean it was an accident," Steve tells her.

"An accident?" Robin repeats, amused. "Like — like you accidentally tripped and caught yourself with his mouth?" She laughs. "I don't—"

"No," Steve hisses. "An accident like I wasn't thinking and I just did it." And then Steve explains it to her, tells her exactly what happened this morning. How Eddie had grabbed him, how Steve had gotten so caught up in the moment, how he hadn't even hesitated, just leaned right in for a kiss like it was something they did every day.

When he finishes, Robin is quiet for a moment. Two. Three. Then she laughs. Hard. Like, doubled over, clutching her stomach, wiping tears from her eyes hard.

Steve smacks the back of his hand into her shoulder and whines her name. "Robin, be serious! I'm freaking out here," he says.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Robin says, swallowing down the rest of her laughter and schooling her face into something more sedate as she gathers her wits. "Look, Steve," she starts, grabbing his arm, just above his elbow. "I really don't think there's anything for you to worry about. It'll be fine. You just need to talk to him."

Steve frowns. "I don't even know what to say to him."

Robin narrow her eyes at him. "You could always, mm, I don't know, try telling him how you feel," she suggests gently. Tilts her head and smiles a little playfully. "I mean, accidentally kissing him goodbye is a pretty good excuse to finally get around to it. Y'know, since you've been putting it off for so long." She shrugs. Grins.

Steve huffs out. He knows she's right. She usually is. "Okay, but how do I even do that?" He asks.

Robin sighs softly and shrugs again. "You're asking the wrong person for that," she says. "I'm hopeless. You know that. But you're not." She knocks her shoulder into his, snatches up one of the tapes from the counter and gives it a little shake. "And you've got the next eight hours to figure it out."

It's going to be a long shift.

The second Steve's shift — his long, tortuous shift — is over, he's out the door. Hurries straight to his car and drives right back to Eddie's place.

He parks, kills the engine, then just sits there. Staring at the door of Eddie's trailer. Psyching himself up.

When he finally gets out and walks the short distance across the dirt and climbs those few front stairs, he stops on the doorstep. Hesitates again. His stomach feels like it's twisted itself into knots, but he pushes past that and knocks before he can talk himself out of it.

It feels like years before the door finally swings open. And there's Eddie.

"Steve," Eddie says, and he sounds surprised to see him.

"Eddie, hey. Uh, can I— can I come in?"

Eddie just nods and steps aside so Steve can shuffle past him.

They sit on the couch together, side by side. It's a little awkward, a little stilted, the slip up from this morning clearly at the forefront of both of their minds. Neither one of them seems to want to be the first to acknowledge it.

But the silence is unnerving, and it grates on Steve enough that he finally just blurts out, "I kissed you."

Eddie snorts, but instead of making some brassy comment like he usually would, he just parrots back, "you kissed me."

It gives him nothing, is the thing. Eddie has been very stoic, since letting Steve in. His face, usually so open, so expressive, has been carefully blank. Not giving anything away. Like maybe he's just as nervous about how this conversation is going to go.

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3,356 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

Steve spends the night at Eddie's place. He hadn't planned to, but they'd smoked too much, and he and Eddie ended up falling accidentally, uncomfortably asleep on the couch about halfway into the movie they'd put on. When they wake, it's to static on the television screen and knots in their backs.

One glance at the clock and Steve realizes he's running late for work. He barely has time to get dressed and shove the piece of toast Eddie, so graciously, made for him (crisp, but not too crunchy, and definitely not burnt, with just the right amount of butter spread thin across the top) in his mouth before he's running towards the door.

He's about two steps away, hand already reaching for the knob, when Eddie catches him by the belt loop and pulls him back. Steve stumbles, bumping into Eddie, and tries to twist around to see what Eddie's doing. But then he feels one of Eddie's hands at the small of his back, trailing lower and lower, and he freezes, his already racing heart beating faster. His breath is caught in his throat, all protests dying on his tongue as Eddie's hand creeps down past the hem of his jeans.

Steve has enough sense left to croak out a "Wha..." before he feels a tug on his shirt, and it only takes a second for him to realize that Eddie is just tucking the tail of it into his jeans, because he'd been in such a rush that he'd missed it himself. Oh.

Eddie's hands ghost up Steve's back again and land on his shoulders. He gives them a squeeze, then spins Steve around and reaches for his collar next, fussing with it until it's straightened and flat. He pats Steve twice on the chest and gives him a smile.

"Have a good day at work," he tells him.

Steve, at the complete whim of his scrambled brain, smiles back, tells Eddie thanks, glances at his watch, curses under his breath, then leans in to kiss Eddie goodbye.

Then, just as quickly, he's out the door and in his car and on his way to work.

It isn't until halfway there that it hits him what he's just done.

He kissed Eddie Munson.

(now with a Part 2)

3,824 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

Eddie doesn’t tell the Corroded Coffin guys about his relationship with Steve. Not at first.

He knows they wouldn’t bat an eye at the fact that he’s got a boyfriend; they’re cool like that. But telling them who his boyfriend is? They're cool enough to accept Eddie being gay, but dating a jock? Dating Steve Harrington? Eddie isn’t so sure how they’d react to that.

So he keeps that little detail to himself.

Not too carefully, though, as it turns out.

Eddie shows up to Wednesday band practice with a new ring on. It’s big, just like most of his rings are, but it’s a whole different breed of gaudy, with a huge emerald gem right in the center and thick lettering circling it and embossed onto the sides.

Gareth is the first one to clock it for what it is.

They finished up their first run through of their latest track (something new about a totally badass warrior who's beaten and battered and bruised, but won't let that stop him from throwing himself intro the fray) that Eddie just finished penning the lyrics for, then broke for a quick break and some water. Eddie stands across from Gareth, right hand wrapped around a water bottle, new ring on display. Gareth is close enough that he can make out some of the smaller details now — a paw print, the word ‘Hawkins’ right above it — and then it clicks.

“Dude,” he says, smacking his hand into Eddie’s arm. “You got a class ring? Since fucking when?”

Eddie’s face seems to go through several emotions all at once — confusion, surprise, a brief flicker of panic. It smooths over pretty fast after that, settling into something much more controlled, something much more collected after.

He switches the bottle to his left hand and flattens his right in the air, admiring the ring for a moment. “Oh, this?” Eddie asks with a chuckle, flashing it towards Gareth and the boys (who have all perked up in interest and shuffled closer), too fast for any of them to really get a good look at it.

“Holy shit, that is a class ring, what the fuck, Eddie?” Archie asks, face twisting up.

Jeff looks surprised too, squinting at Eddie’s hand, curiosity painted across his features.

Eddie doesn’t deign any of them with an answer, just sort of shrugs and drops the water bottle, replacing it with his guitar. He twists at the tuning keys on the head of his baby, ignoring it as Gareth and Archie erupt into a flurried back and forth of reasons why in the hell Eddie would be wearing one of those monstrosities.

Jeff is the only one to jump to his defense. “It’s weird, sure, but, like, is it really that bad? I mean, he spent six years there, so what if he wants to, like, commemorate it or something?”

Gareth and Archie turn twin what the fuck looks on Jeff, who just shrugs.

He doesn’t look too convinced of his own argument either — which is pretty merited. Eddie getting a class ring goes against, like, everything he stands for. He’s pretty sure he’s ranted about how stupid class rings are. How pointless they are. Plus, those suckers are expensive as fuck and Eddie has plenty of other, more important things to put that money towards. All things considered, they have every reason to be suspicious of it.

They all turn back towards Eddie, looking for confirmation or contradiction, but Eddie doesn’t offer them either.

He just gives the ring another short look, shrugs, and says, “So are we gonna get back to playing or what?”

And that’s that.

Except it isn’t.

Because at some point Eddie must have been playing with the ring, and he must have slipped it off, must have spun it around, must have stuck it back on his finger with the other side exposed. The side with the “1985” on full display. Big and bold and hard to miss.

And, of course, they notice that.

“Does that say ‘1985’?” Gareth asks, eyebrows pulled together and mouth curved down into a confused frown.

“‘85? Eddie, dude, isn’t that the year that you were supposed to graduate the first time?” Archie asks, just as baffled.

Jeff elbows him. “No, that was ‘84,” he corrects. “But he didn’t graduate in ‘85 either.”

“So why the fuck do you have a class of 1985 ring then?” Gareth questions. It’s hard for him to look menacing with that floppy hair of his, but he crosses his arms over his chest and fixes demanding eyes on Eddie anyways.

Eddie, once again, does not answer any questions. In fact, the only acknowledgement he does give them is a very casual, very nonplussed “Oh? Does it?” when they keep pointing out that the ring boasts “1985” instead of “1986”.

It’s pretty amusing, actually, listening to them trying to figure it out. But none of them come close to the truth. And Eddie certainly isn’t going to be the one to hand that over to them.

It goes on like this for a few more practices. The mystery of who Eddie’s class ring actually belongs to (because the boys have decided that there is no way it actually is Eddie’s. Not with the 1985.) continues to plague Corroded Coffin — before practice starts, during their breaks, in the aftermath of their jam sessions.

Eddie doesn’t stop wearing the ring, despite it, though. And he always finds a way to change the subject when Gareth, Jeff, and Archie bring it up, or he gives them stupid nonanswers instead that make them huff and puff.

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5,050 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

in school, the teachers always said that there is no such thing as a dumb question. no such thing as a bad one either. all questions were good questions, and students should be a asking them often.

but steve's not in school anymore, and he learns pretty quickly that those teachers? they weren't right. in fact, they were very very wrong.

he asks questions, more questions now than he ever did back in school, but he rarely ever gets any answers. instead, he gets an "oh, steve" and a pitying look. or he gets a sharp laugh, an eyeroll, and a "dingus" thrown his way. or he gets a snarky remark and a stare from a child that says duh.

and the thing is, steve knows no one's doing it on purpose. they're not trying to be mean; they're his friends. he's just not on the same level as them, he knows that, and it becomes quite evident whenever they find themselves in these kinds of situations. he gets curious. he gets confused. he only ever asks so that he doesnt end up screwing anything up. but no one takes him seriously. not as much as they should, anyways. and they just sort of expect him to know better. to know, period. and they get frustrated when he, well, when he doesnt.

so when eddie munson lands himself in the middle of their little group, with his punk rock attitude and his musical superiority, and his big huge nerd brain, steve thinks, here we go again.

only — no.

"ozzy osbourne? black sabbath? he— he bit a bat's head off on stage—"

"no, i don't—" steve stops himself from finishing that thought. stops himself from asking who? because, well, it's probably someone he should know. just like everything else is something he should already know too.

except eddie doesn't scoff. he doesn't roll his eyes. he doesn't make some snide comment or even laugh.

instead, he says, "doesn't matter."

instead, he explains it to steve.

instead, he lets steve in on it without making making him feel bad for being on the outs in the first place.

and it's— it's surprising. it's refreshing. it's so nice.

and it keeps happening.

steve asks questions, and eddie answers them. steve expresses his confusion, and eddie explains, as best he can. steve flashes eddie a puzzled look, and eddie gives him his own clueless shrug too.

because not knowing isn't a bad thing. needing clarification isn't a bad thing. asking questions isn't a bad thing.

and eddie makes sure that steve knows that.

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(having lots of thoughts and feelings and emotions about this gifset)

5,098 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #ayooo #love how my top tags are all st except for the single lone succession LMAO

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vampire-vamp · 3 months

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~creature of the night~

i realized that the about/extra section on my theme is only viewable on the full blog and basically unfindable on mobile, so i might as well make a pinned post for it as well even if its kinda less fun.

hi, nice to meet you~! i have many names, but you can call me violet or vamp, whichever works for you [24, she/her//fae/faer]

as the blurb on my bio says, this is an afterdark account i.e. 18+ hornyposting and kink stuff

this is a 2x alternate account, my 'technical' main is here because of tumblr jank (thats also where my likes and follows come from) and my true main is a secret.

despite the joke on the main bio i don't fully identify as bisexual, but its close enough that i'm fine stretching it to make the mgs joke work lol. the reality is im somewhere on the ace spectrum, exact coordinates unknown. my 'type' is femboys and buff women, but thats not an exclusive club.

i'm theoretically a sub (but i have no actual experience, due to the abovementioned acespec stuff)

some of my kinks include; hypnotism, lactation, bimbofication, tf, tg, feminization, inanimate tf, and probably more i cannot think of or havent discovered yet!

if you want to get in contact, feel free to message me through tumblr dms or my discord @vampire__vamp (be warned i might take quite a bit to respond, i forget to check them often and also im shy with new people o///o)

oh also i have photosensitivity so please tag flashing when possible and dont send me any rapidly strobing gifs please, thank you~

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cosmic-nightglow · 7 months

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About Us

Polyfragmented/complex DID system

17 years old

They/she/he pronouns collectively

If unsure who is fronting just call us Elyxir

AuDHD

hEDS, POTS

Currently on our SP we have just over 60 parts logged however at the start of the year Juniper decided to make a new SP account and so now we are slowly bringing the parts from the old one to the new one (smart choice Junie made though cause the formatting was a mess) but we know that there is well over 100 probably over 200 even so basically we have shitton of parts but half the time they aren't even logged on PK or SP. Like there are ones who wrote notes and what not but did not log themselves on SP so truly the alter count is fuck this shit there's too many.

We're also introject heavy (yay fiction our only escape from the world for the first 10 years of our life and then yay fifth harmony our next means of escape /s. we all agree on one thing collectively, fifth harmony, we love the girls)

Don't really care for syscourse (we enjoy hearing the different opinions and occasionally may wish to voice ours but don't care too much for it if you get what I'm saying)

Stance on endos: don't really care, they're experience is greatly different to ours, as long as they understand that what they experience is different to what we experience and they don't spread misinformation (intentionally. unintentional misinfo is different and easily spread) we're chill with them cause who knows maybe there is a scientific explanation for them but we don't care that much tbh. We're not gonna go out of or way to get mad at y'all even though sometimes we're like "hmmm is this really a thing?" mostly just as long as endos stay in their space and don't try to invade ours we're chill.

Some parts are more anti-endo than others, some parts are more neutral and some parts may be completely chill with endos, genuinely it completely depends on the part.

We'll trigger tag stuff as TW topic. This will go for vents in general, the ent will be tagged TW vent along with any other potentially triggering topics.

We'll tag any basic triggering topics (if we don't tag one we should just send us a dm or ask to let us know cause we probs didn't realise)

DNI:

Basic DNI

fakeclaimers

honestly really thats it tbh

We'll probably also bitch about shit a lot, mostly drama at school though cause damn does that shit get messy quick and annoying.

Might end up updating this shit with more info later (sorry bout any typos but not really sorry I just don't give enough of a fuck to proofread)

Frequent Fronters below the line

Juniper, 8-15, She/they, Lesbian, Host, Fictional Introject, Part of the Terrorised Stories Subsystem

Augustine, 17, She/they, Lesbian, Host, Fictional Introject

Lauren, 18-27, She/her, Bi, Protector, Soother, Trauma Holder, Factual Introject, Part of Moon Line Subsystem

Camila, 18-26, She/her, Lesbian, Protector, Factual Introject

LJ, 17, She/he/they/mera/lun/leaf, Bi, Soother, Factual Introject

Karla Camila (Karla, KC), 16, She/her, Lesbian, Soother, Factual Introject

And since I'm in front I'll add info about myself despite not being a frequent fronter

Maeve/Finn, Late teens, They/it/vamp/spiri, IDK my sexuality, Persecutor

#complex did #c-did #polyfrag system #did system #traumagenic system #dissociative identity disorder #polyfragmented #polyfrag did #c did #complex ptsd #cptsd #complex dissociative disorder #polyfragmented did #polyfragmented system #cdd #cdid #did #polyfrag

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dabihaul666 · 3 years

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I absolutely love this for you

#u are more unto this than literally me or lorn was at any point...#incredible #me tagging chronodabihaul and having to deal with chronodabihaul #i love it its me i respect it they know!!!#i didn't sit on this one long enough #know i have more thoughts ok!!!!#just i need a while this is a lot #i feel like its my fault for not googling soumetsu cos he gonna be that tiny lil bich isnt he #OK BUT FUCK THE REST ARE U A SESSHOMARU X NARAKU GOOD BITCH?#oh my god i literally just added 20 more fucking taga #tags* and they didnt save #PROOF CHRONOHAUL HATES ME!#sorry!#not meant to be!!!#u cant say a goddamn thing about chronohaul without losing 20 fucking tags!!!!!!#just give me a lil bit of time i gotta shift into kumodabikuro mode...#maybe even an hour... idk i might have to sleep...#CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE TRYING TO FINALLY FUCKING.#fuck the spider vamp LOVE OF UR LIFE AND THEY'RE GETTING COCKSLAPPED BY DABI?!#BRO THATS MF EXQUISITE....#u trying to clap some kumosaki cheeks BUT ALL U HEAR IS THE CLAP OF COCK CHEEK?#am i a) too about kuckrono?#am i b) Wrong?#inbjshsksbndhmzzjsjsjs

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raappana · 3 years

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oh no i forgot sry @starlightonthemoon tagged me like Months ago

1. Nickname: I mean technically Meta is a diminutive of Margareta so I guess my normal name is my nickname? but other than that I don't have any

2. Zodiac: uhh Sagittarius in the Greek zodiac, Fire Ox in Chinese, Vṛścika (Scorpio) in the Hindu sidereal zodiac, idk are there any more? i have no belief in the idea that it Matters but i find it fun to know in many zodiacs

3. Height: 165cm, which im Pretty sure is 5'5″?

4. Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff, but that is the extent to which i will engage with that fandom

5. Last thing I googled: '165cm in feet and inches'. but previous to starting on this post, 'koronaregler oslo' (covid rules oslo) bc i had to check if restaurants are still takeaway only or if i could go eat out somewhere for Constitution Day

6. Song stuck in my mind: Furret Walk / Accumula Town from Pokémon Black&White. it's v upbeat and catchy

7. Number of followers: 247, but the Vast majority are either porn bots or mutuals who went inactive years ago

8. Amount of sleep: around eight-nine hours usually, but recently ive been going to bed Very late and still waking up at noon at the latest so.less

9. Lucky number: Well my favourite number is 17, but I wouldn't call it a lucky number? that's the closest ive got tho

10. Dream job: eccentric professor of linguistics slash lesbian trophy wife

11. Wearing: my one remaining dress that isn't in the laundry, it's very handy because its comfy and simple enough to wear at home but also "proper" and cute enough to wear outside so i dont have to change between outfits much

12. Favourite song: Tir n'a Noir by the Norwegian folk band Vamp

13. Favourite instrument: hhhh i cant Choose???? french horn was the first thing i learned so i have Lots of nostalgic affection for it, but piano ive stuck with for longer, but then organ music has so much cool music nerd shit to love, i just. im gonna say all three of those yea thats allowed i make the rules french horn, piano, and church organ

14. Aesthetic: flea market dresses. thats it thats my entire aesthetic

15. Favourite authors: i mean Emmi literally is the one who tagged me in this and she's super cool and her book is one of the best books ive read, but then i also gotta mention Tamsyn Muir, Brandon Sanderson, and Cixin Liu bc i Love mysteries in worldbuilding and they all did Amazing jobs making me Invested in figuring out how their worlds work before the reveals. and also Emmi and Muir's books are gay which is always a plus

16. Favourite animal sounds: That little almost-meow when my cat want our attention but doesn't feel strongly enough about it to make a Proper noise, she just makes a small "mow" sound to let us know she's there

17. A random fact about me: my most notes on a tumblr post was on december 15, 2016, when after hearing episode 100 of Welcome to Night Vale i made a post about wanting a spinoff show where Michelle and Maureen set up a rival station to Cecil's bc i love them and wanted to hear more of them; it got 47 notes and Kate Jones (Michelle's VA) replied to it saying she was on board!! truly my proudest fandom moment. anyways then i fell out of listening within like six months after and i mean i wouldnt have known if it did happen but as far as i know it never did. i miss night vale i should relisten some time

as shown by the fact it took me three months to do this i do not put Any pressure on this tagging, but i tag: @svtboo @miriagreyhaven @emmanent, if ya'll want to!

#tag game #yes the apostrophe in ya'll is intentional

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pit-fall-seed · 4 years

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uh self ship ramble

i already wrote all this out but i lost it all so im writing it again uh if you actually read this thats kinda epic uh surprising but,, thank you dude also uh there is no grammar or like punctuation or structure in this its just kinda me talking cause i like doing that UH OKAY so, my f/os are kyle and michael michael would def come first fr fr uh like okay so im fr like a scenekid so obviously like him and the goths would think im a total poser and hate me and think im worse than like yknow vamps and emos combined

i mean im a kandikid i got that whole plur type thing happening thats like,, the opposite of em pls

but like itd get to the point where michael just wouldnt s t o p talking about me ofc in a negative fashion but enough for the rest of them to kinda just “,,,dude,,” ykn okay uh yeah yeah so like uh then they kinda discover what my house looks like which uh cough cough uh gothic mansion cause @remibody-can-cook is fr a vampire uh cause well they are and like i live w him hes my brother and stuff i can explain that later if anyone would like </3

but anyways uh theyd prob be kinda more tolerable to me like when i first see them i prob would compliment their outfits and stuff so ive like talked to them before but like hardly yeah but like! uh i end up being pretty chill w michael and like we hang out and stuff and its pretty epic!! uh yea yea uh fun fact thought of a thing like either henrietta yknow no prob her would j “why is he like over there acting like a preppy beiber wannabe? theres nothing to smile about in this dought of a world” but like,,,, to where it actually fr sounds like her DAGKDAK uh and like idfk firkle (i wanna actually kick him WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT PISSED </3) would say smthn like uh alog the lines of “let him enjoy his conformist fairytale for a little bit longer” idfk but uh like to hc despite him being,,, how he is hed have more of a soft spot for me ykn like hed actually smile and shit for once SAGAK ykn and i like to hc he rlly rlly likes wholesome physical affection plsplsplspsl hes so cute pls </3 ofc hed still like joke bully me a bunch but like its all in good spirits even if hes not the clearest about it uh uh uhuhuhuh kyle uh this ones so much more basic rem who i mentioned earlier like,,, hangs w cartman and kenny and i kinda tag along with him a lot so i kinda end up meeting all of em so uh yknow kyle and i we just kinda work ykn our personalities just mesh rlly rlly well.??? dude imagine sleepovers w both of them omg i think theyd get in debates about like morals and the world n stuff which could get kinda heated sometimes because uh they can both be pretty fuckn stubborn but ykn they kinda just learn to be fine with eachother i mean they get along pretty fine but man like hanging out with both of them would be so FUN PLS </3 </3 CRIES N UH4728939 LANGUAGES omg i need to stop </3

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lust444men · 1 year

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Derek: let's just say we're sorry on the count of three, okay?

Emily: One..two..three.

Derek:

Emily:

Derek: see now I'm disappointed in the both of us.

#pls dont bully me #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #vamp thats enough tags #nah its fine #someone stop me #criminal minds evolution #tara lewis #luke alvez

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drkcnry67 · 4 years

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your destiny is an archangel

title: your destiny is an archangel (drabble)

pairing: gabriel x reader

h&h sq: archangels

rating: pg-14

tags: following the light, being told to do something you have no say in, being forced into something that you didnt want.

created for @heavenandhellbingo

mentioning @sweetness47

H&H list

ordinary, you were far from it. your brothers were the Winchesters, your father was John Winchester, tho you were the youngest winchester you were still the ever brighter star in the winchester family tree.

your brothers often left you in charge of the impala and all the technical stuff making bullets and things like that. but this was your first hunt. this was the first time being out in the field after months even years of training.

your brothers had sent you to a simple hunt while they handled a vamps nest and a werewolf den. you enter upon the scene after speaking to the locals who all claimed to have seen a really bright light and heard screaming and voices calling their names.

you see the light and suddenly your surrounded by it. the light clears and you are being held back by what look to be several armed soldiers. 2 more walk toward you: one blond hair, blue eyes really ripped. the other chestnut brown hair, brown eyes also really ripped.

the guards holding you back made you drop your handheld as they forced you to bow before the 2 men standing before you.

Michael: why do you look at us like you dont have a clue what or who we are?

you were in a bad mood right then unsure of what would come out of your mouth you didnt think about it you just spoke.

YN: cause i dont you dumbass, now let me go or i swear my brothers will not be kind to you when they find out you have their little sister.

Michael: chill out little winchester, we know who you are... wait let me start this again. my name is Michael son of God archangel of the highest ranking and the leader of the army of God. this fellow beside me is my brother Gabriel also an archangel i believe your people would call him a trickster.

all you could do was stare, you were in a bit of shock and a state of disbelief. you were talking to angels, never mind that archangels, the biblical ones you had red about in the bible.

YN: okay so now i understand who you guys are, but what are you doing here and what does it have to do with me and my current predicament.

Michael: cause its your destiny YN to marry my brother Gabriel and become his wife. he would help you in your quest to help your brothers stop every single damn monster that invades earth.

you instantly looked at Michael like he had just blown up the state building in new york. you looked at him like he had just melted an entire city or brought the dinosaurs back.

but he did non of those things he instead had just told you that you were to marry someone, nevermind that it was the freaking archangel Gabriel. you were not sure of how your brothers, dean especially would react.

YN: are you guys insane? you are telling me that at 25 years old i have to marry Gabriel the archangel who spoke to the virgin mary and announced to her that she would bare Jesus. your telling me that when you both should know full well that my brothers will not like this idea at all... never mind the fact that i like earth i am not moving anywhere that isnt earth. nevermind the fact that my phone is ringing, its my brothers if i dont answer it they will get worried and come after me they know where i am and...

Gabriel spoke for the first time since arriving, tho his eyes had never left your form.

Gabriel: guards release her to allow her to answer her phone

The guards released you, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone answering it immediately.

Yn: hey Dean!

Dean: you took a bit to answer, everything okay.

Yn: well umm I found out the cause of the disturbance. But Dean it's archangels. I am being starred at by archangels.

Dean: I'm sorry what? Archangels as in the biblical beings. Did they speak? Do they have names?

YN: I have had the pleasure of speaking with the archangel Michael and the archangel Gabriel. But what they told me I have a hard time grasping the concept of. And your not gonna like it.

Dean: what did those douchebags want?

Yn: Michael said I have the destined honor of becoming the wife of Gabriel. Apparently God set this in his book long time ago.

You could hear the roar of the impala you knew that your brothers were now pissed.

Dean: stay there we are on our way there in 10 min.

The line went dead, you hung up the phone it was Gabriel who spoke next.

Gabriel: is everything okay?

YN: my brothers are on their way. They are coming here they did not take too kindly to the news.

Michael: as it is written the brothers Winchester shall come to bare witness to this auspicious union for it will bring some light into this world.

Gabriel: Michael, dear brother, can I take YN to speak in private?

Michael gives a swift nod, Gabriel holds his hand to you.

Gabriel: would you like to take a stroll with me?

YN: is this of our own free will?

Gabriel: completely..

Yn: then sure we have a few moments to kill before my brothers arrive.

You take the hand of Gabriel, the two of you walk away from Michael and the God squad. Gabriel turns to you a short while later.

Gabriel: how do you feel about this ordeal?

YN: honestly I don't know. I mean my entire life I've been trying to find the person I'm meant to be with for the rest of my life. all my life i have tried to find love before it sneaks up on me. when my father died i shut myself off from love. i have not thought of the idea of love in a long time. but now being told that i am destined to marry, i just dont know what to think.

Gabriel: what does your heart tell you right now?

you closed your eyes for a moment, taking his position right behind you.

YN: that you are good for me. that with a little work and effort we can be the happiest people on earth we can build a future together based on love, protection and kicking so much ass.

Gabriel at that point spun you around neither of you noticing the lights from the impala nor the people walking toward you. but instead he kissed you, your brothers, michael, the guards all saw this kiss.

the thing that snaps you both out of the kiss is a very very familiar voice speaking in a harsh tone.

Dean: YN what the fuck do you think you are doing?

You stand in defense of Gabriel as your big brother strides towards you. sam just smirked. you knew he wasnt as pissed about this as Dean.

YN: dean stop thats enough. i dont want to hurt you.

Dean: you would dare to challenge family? have you lost your senses completely? he is an archangel, your a human!!!!!

YN: its my destiny to marry him. for once in your life stop thinking the worst and just listen. please dean, for me. if you love me bro, you will listen to what Michael has to say.

dean backed off and went to stand near sam and started pacing. you nodded at michael to start talking.

Michael: peace be with thee Dean for i nor my brother nor my guard wish your sister or family harm. we bring this night news of great joy for all of you. this night ordained by God in his book is the night that i release Gabriel into his new life with YN on earth. i of course will return for the wedding but tonight is the release. whenever thee decides the wedding date my dear brother knows how to get ahold of me. Dean tho you are only ever looking out for your family, take a good look at your sister with my brother, tho they not have known each other for very long have started the release process. gabriel had no idea that the release starts with a kiss and ends with my pronunciation and blessing. but you and Sam need to agree as well otherwise your sister will never find her happy ending nor the ending you wish for her. so what say the mighty brothers winchester. do you both consent to this?

Sam steps towards you and Gabriel giving you a big hug which you return. when he lets you go he speaks soft tones loud enough for all to hear.

Sam: i Sam Winchester, give my permission and consent to this destined union cause it makes me happy to see my sister smile.

you watched as Sam went to Gabriel and shoke his hand welcoming him into the family. then sam went to dean and had this little conversation.

Sam: look Dean i know that you are the older brother and your supposed to look out for me and Yn i get that but this is how her story is destined to go, we are still a family, just an expanded family and at least one of us should be happy in our lifetime of killing all the evil sons of bitches we can find. if you remotely care at all about our sister and how this will affect her if you say no then think about it this way. all mom and dad wanted for all of us was a normal life. with Yn and the destiny squad she gets part of the normalcy while we all still get to keep doing what we do and to top it off we get to see our sister be happy in the ways we never could dean.

dean paced some more he knew what the right choice was but he also had to convince himself that it was the correct choice. he looked at how you were smiling with Gabriel and he started walking towards you Sam became prepared to step in just in case, but both you and gabriel turned towards your big brother and watched his emotions reflect in his facials.

Dean: im such an ass. i mean i walked up in here acting like, well dad did when sammy wandered off to college. look sis im so sorry for how i acted and after pacing round arguing with myself i finally came to the realization that this is not gonna hurt the winchester legacy. in fact it will strengthen it. Michael i know that things are gonna change but tell me one thing, did both our parents end up in heaven? and is it possible for them to join us for their wedding.

you walk closer to your brother

YN: dean does that mean?

Dean: yes i consent you both have my blessing. but i wasnt kidding either that was a serious question.

Michael: unfortunately i am unsure. for you see, i do not know who is up and who is down im too busy training the troops for gods army. the matters of state are not up to me. they are left up to the one person who was anointed by god to do the job fairly. moses. but hey i cant complain. now if everyone is ready i will do the pronunciation and give my blessing.

You all take stance in front of Michael is you facing Gabriel, behind you is Dean, behind Gabriel is Sam, the guards stand away from us witnessing what happens.

Michael: Heaven rejoices this glorious day for here is one destined promise from God this shall be the release of my brother from his heavenly duties but keeping his connections to heaven, and into his new life here on earth with YN. Both of these 2 are about to become more deadly than anyone knows. I was there when YN was conceived. I told John that his daughter would be wonderful that her destiny would be full of family and joys beyond measure. My brother you have no idea how much pressure I have endured from father. When he told me about this day, what was to happen, he said I would feel the emotion of releasing you more deeply than anyone. Gabriel son of God angelic prince of the lower realms, do you accept this destiny as is ordained in the book dad wrote out?

Gabriel: yes I accept what is being laid out before me

Michael: YN child blessed by the upmost holy of hollies, sister to the brothers winchester who have become feared among the supernatural. now here before these witnesses do you also accept the destiny written out before you in the book of God?

Gabriel’s hand grasped your own, suddenly your fear was gone. this allowed you to speak.

YN: i accept the destiny laid before me

Michael: very well, your first task is to get used to this new life, within the time ahead heaven shall expect the following from you both: a wedding, a child, and defeating whatever crosses your paths. can you both promise that?

you nod as does Gabriel.

Michael: by the powers and laws of heaven in accordance to the written word of God i now pronounce this ceremony finished releasing my brother into the arms of this beautiful young woman forever. brother i believe you know what to do.

Gabriel pulls you into a dip and kisses you.

Everyone applauds, congratulations flow in from every guard then it comes to your brothers.

Sam: kiddo, you were radiant up there. That was amazing.

Dean: so I guess we need to start figuring out a sturdy place to put down roots.

YN: for now we are gonna be just as content living on the road with you 2 nuts and besides its the family business, just because this is my destiny doesn't mean i have to stop the family mission. To kill every evil son of a bitch that dares to reek havoc on the earth. Plus we don't have a definite set placement for much of anything at this time. Where to next?

That's when Michael approached you lot.

Michael: don't forget the promises and oaths taken here today. Brother to wish you all the luck in this new life of yours. YN take good care of my bro, he is certainly one of a kind. I'll also expect a formal invite to the wedding it's not every day one of my own brothers gets married. Now I must go still have to patrol the east part. Farewell, till we meet again.

Michael and the guards disappeared. This left you, Gabriel and your brothers, you took into consideration that you had walked to this location so as not to draw suspicion. And you certainly were not up to walking back to the hotel or where ever.

Dean: we have the bags and shit from the hotel, we are heading to Bobby's from here. There is trouble Kansas close to where me and Sam were born. Bobby's gonna brief us before we go, hell he might even join us. But onto bigger issues, the 2 lovebirds can sit in the backseat just no having sex in the car ever not ever. Rule number 2 I pick the music no one else does and number 3 let's hit the road to make it to Bobby's for dawn.

You got into the backseat sliding over gabriel, you were not stranger to conversation but you stretched out your head was in gabes lap, you were exhausted mentally anyway.

physically you felt fine. you felt amazing actually, feeling gabe just running his fingers through your hair and the lull of the impala made you just stare into the eyes of the man to be your husband with love and calming affection.

about 2 hours into the drive, you had fallen asleep. Sam was also sleeping, taking the time to rest and relax. this left Dean and Gabriel still awake.

Dean: for what its worth, you seem to see the best in my sister. i know this is very new for you too but know that you and i have alot to discuss if i am to train you and her.

Gabriel: for what its worth, i could see it in your eyes when you saw me with your sister, saw me holding her in my arms, kissing her. dude i get it, we will figure this out, we are going to approach this new relationship one step at a time.

Dean: by the way how are you feeling after the whole being released from the heavenly duties thing. after the whole basically becoming human thing.

gabriel: honestly it feels like i am floating in a suspended reality that could disappear at any point. honestly i love this feeling. i have to ask tho why are we going to Bobby’s right now. why drive through the night.

Dean: cause i know that YN will need to train, she usually sleeps off an adrenaline rush than crashes with a massive burst of anger in the morning. so if we get there before she wakes up, i will be able to set up the yard make it look like its ready for training. so that way she can spiral and we can watch while she tries to prove her worth. but she will do that for about two hours or so until she crashes on her knees crying.

Gabriel looked down at your sleeping form, knowing that your entire future together would bee full of these moments of learning and hard times together.

Gabriel: and how often does this happen?

Dean: only when something dramatic changes or after sam and i come home with broken bones and such. usually she will go into her burst after she resets us or patches her up. but i was thinking about this a while now, this started just after dad passed. could that have been the thing to set her hunting skills into over drive?

Gabriel: you think these are her hunters skills trying to break through. and what it causes her to crash after 2 hours. that doesnt sound right. i mean it does but it doesnt. you understand that trauma affects people differently, maybe loosing your dad was harder on her than she let you believe.

Dean: then why would she lie to us. say that she is fine when she isnt?

Gabriel: probably cause she didnt want you and Sam to look at her differently. she respects your opinion, as her older brother its your job to notice when she is not being completely honest and she probably does this to try and get your attention. she knows that you wont do anything otherwise so she has to try something else.

Dean had to stop for a second and analyze what Gabriel had just said. he realized that he was right, so within a few more hours you all arrived at Bobby’s. Carefully Gabriel carried you inside and up to your room. your brothers were gonna stay in the living room on the couch, in order to explain things to bobby.

Gabriel having now laid you on the bed pulled off your shoes and your sweater putting a light blanket over you. then he took off his own shoes, his coat and his shirt and crawled under the covers beside you. that was when your sleeping form curled up against him.

that was the first time he had felt truly happy. he passed out short while later anxious to see what the new life would bring. dawn rose high in the sky, the sound of bobby and your brothers arguing in the morning was a sound you knew all too well. you quietly stretched out.

Gabriel: morning beautiful.

you turned to him and smiled.

YN: morning, im gonna take the dog outside. im sure if you went downstairs there will be food for you. ill see you when i return.

you went out the door and downstairs the 3 men in the kitchen heard you, Gabe grabbed one of the muscle shirts out of the pile of mens clothes in the room before he went downstairs.

Gabriel: its an honor to meet you Bobby.

Bobby and Gabe shoke hands thats when Gabriel noticed that you were standing outside with the dog sitting by your legs as you stood at the barrel, with the hand held in your hands and just shooting the tree stumps out in the field.

Gabriel: now i finally feel like i am beginning to understand this thing that humans call love.

Dean: its a funny thing thats forsure. but we have a theory. what if you went outside and see if you could talk to her. she has threatened to shoot any of me, sam or bobby if we get too close but she might let you near.

Gabriel continued to watch you shoot the tree stumps. he just watched, he was waiting for the right moment to go out there.

Gabriel: i just hope that i can get through to her. if the great dean winchester thinks i can bring his sister back into the light then it must be true.

Dean: you know what why dont you go out there right now see if she opens up. cause im sure she wont shoot you down if you ask her if you can join her.

Gabriel hesitates a few short moments before he puts on his shoes and walks out the door. he slowly approaches you. Rumsfeld barks to let you know someone is approaching.

Gabriel: mind if i join you? your brothers mentioned that you might be over here.

You turned to face Gabriel... you were staring into the eyes of the man to be your husband. you felt your knees begin to go weak. you were unsure of the conszequences to what you would soon do, but you did it anyway.

YN: there is another handheld on that stump over there. just hold it like i am and pull the trigger aiming for the tree stumps.

gabriel mimics your movements and stances. you were the most radiant person he had ever seen shooting a gun. gabriel shoots the stumps with you for a bit. but your knees buckle out from under you and you break down in tears.

Gabriel: are you alright?

YN: ever since my father died, i have been living a lie. im no hunter, im not even a proper one. i can barely hold my own when im fighting my brothers, i can only shoot a gun when im by my self in this field with rumsfeld and nothing but the wind. i know i have worried my brothers, i know they are never gonna look at me the same way. im a fool for thinking that i could ever join the family business, help get revenge for dad’s death, i am never gonna amount to what my brothers are.

Gabriel: dont talk like that. you are every bit the woman that your brothers would ever want you to be. dean mentioned to me about how you mihgt just open up if i came out here. but that isnt why i came over here, i came to you cause you are my present and my future, im not gonna let you suffer in this alone. i know we are still new to this whole idea that we are to be married and such, but i promise you this you will never be alone. i might not be fully angelic anymore but i can still be pretty angelic when i want to be. part of my negociation with my brother about my release was that i get to keep my wings. so thats exactly what i plan to do. how bout we go for a nice flight? maybe to Paris, have some breakfast?

you got up with Gabriel for support, you had stopped crying sort of, but those tears got wiped away by the love of your life. you sent a quick text to Dean before Gabriel pulled you flush with his body, his wings came out and he flew you both off to paris.

this left Bobby, Dean and Sam in awe as they had just watched this take place from the window.

but that is another story for another time.

#heaven and hell bingo

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authorized-trash · 5 years

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To Tie A Knot: Chapter 1: Damian's Despair

Here we go-

Summary: When Damian woke up to his fatestring severed, he knew to expect fate to reassign him a soulmate. What he didn't expect was to wake up to four of them. (DLAMP)

Trigger Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, house fire, burning, sirens, pain, minor character death, death of a parent, foster care system, compulsive lying (There may be more)

Word Count: 1,393 Words

Note: This chapter was kinds delayed due to some issues with technology. I planned on 2000 words, but it just didn't work out that way. I hope this isn't underwhelming, you'll get the other's POV and background in the next chapter.

It was hot.

It was really, really hot.

Damian's clothes stuck to his slim figure as he tossed and turned in his sleep, desperate to find the sweet relief of slumber. It never came.

The seven year old listened to the sound of nearing sirens, wondering who they could be for. His mother had told him when he was even younger, when he heard a siren, it meant someone was going to be saved. Damian had prodded further,

'Saved from what, mama?' He had asked that morning, shoveling rice krispies into his mouth.

'All kinds of things babe. If you're in danger, you call 9-1-1, and they'll come and help. Whether there's a bad guy in the house, or you old ma fell down the stairs,' she had teased.

Dee noticed the sirens grew louder, pondering getting up and watching the lights drive past his windows. They were definitely close enough by now. He became very aware of how sticky and humid his room seemed to be, his blankets heavy and dense. He sat up, flicking on the lamp.

It didn't turn on.

Okay, the bulb must be dead. Perhaps off. The seven year old threw his cover off, swinging his legs onto the floor. It was uncomfortably warm.

Shrugging it off, Damian got on his knees to check the plug in. It was pushed in all the way. The seven year old finally began to panic, realizing the sirens were deafening.

He shot up, running over to his window. There was a large red firetruck in his driveway, and strange people in scary suits running around. He noticed a red and yellow glow on the ground. One of the firefighters noticed him, pointing up to his second story bedroom.

Damian froze in terror, ice running through his veins. What was happening?

He ran to his door, desperate to get to his mothers. He grabbed the door handle, attempting to twist. It took a few seconds before the pain set in.

He shrieked, ripping his hand from the knob. His hand and fingers throbbed, his flesh red and blistered. Tears filled his eyes, and he screamed.

The boy trembled, stumbling back away from the door, only now realizing the small flames that licked at the bottom. Somewhere in his small, seven year old mind, it registered what was happening.

"Mama! Mom!" Damian screamed, trying to get his mother's attention. There was no answer. He became aware of the low roar of fire, the cracking of the wood.

He continued backwards as the flames traveled up the paint, consuming his wall and door. He held a hand in front if his face, the light blinding.

His shoulder brushed a plastic shelf, knocking it over. Papers and books spread across the floor, and the flammable material instantly burst into flame. Soon, half of the boy's room was in flames.

His back now to the window, Damian stood still with fear. The room was so hot, so unbearably hot. The boy's mouth so dry, so unbearably dry. There was no more room, no more-

And then, it happened.

His pajama sleeve caught fire.

The next two minutes went by in a blur. Damian screaming has his shirt caught fire, barely noticing the smashing glass from behind him. A hand grabbing his shirt, ripping him from the room just on time. His shirt being stomped out, but not until his entire left side was covered in third degree burns. Being thrown onto a gurney and rushed to the hospital in an ambulance, and passing out.

•••

Fifteen years had passed since that night. Fifteen years of physical healing. Emotional healing? That was another story.

Damian didn't talk to many people anymore, both his mothers had died in that fire, and he was thrown into the foster system before a chance to say goodbye to anyone. It was a sad, lonely life from then on. Only when he was in college did he make a friend, Remy Nyte.

Remy was Damian's exact opposite. The insomniac was charismatic, didn't care about people who stared at his crop-tops, heels, or large earrings. He didn't care about how people looked at him when he called them pet names.

Damian, on the other hand, cared a lot about how others perceived him. But he was good at not allowing others to see that. In fact, Damian was an exceptional liar. A compulsive liar, if you will. Years in the foster system caused him to grow cold and calloused, doing what he had to.

Remy didn't mind this, of course.

The two hung out often, sleepovers and long phone calls were normal, routine. Remy would call Dee when he couldn't sleep, which was almost every night. The two got along really well, which surprised most people.

Then, Remy met his soulmate. Soulmates was that special someone were meant to be with, someone you would love and cherish, someone with whom you were 100% compatible. You knew who they were by what you'd call a fatestring, a small thin piece of unbreakable yarn that was attached to someone else's finger. No one could see or touch it except you and your soulmate.

Remy had explained his as a soft peach color, and spoke of it with a softness Damian was unfamiliar with coming from the diva. Remy said that he and his soulmate would pluck back and forth to each other, not doing anything but enjoying the feeling.

Damian wished his would do that. All he got was a sharp tug when he'd try. He's had the small green string all his life, even as he was ripped from that window.

Emile was a sweet guy, he really was. Cute, kiddy colors, and a love for anything cartoon.

'Opposites must really attract,' Damian had though the day he met the boy. Remy seemed more than happy though, a smile donned widely across his pale face.

Damian was happy for them, he really was.

Funny enough, it all happened on the same day. The day Remy found his soulmate, Damian had lost his own.

•••

"Look, I'm really happy for you guys, really, but I gotta go," Damian stated, standing up from Remy's couch awkwardly.

Remy waved him off, "Mkay gurl, do what you want, I'm not stopping anybody."

"I'll see ya tomorrow!" Emile said, smiling widely. Damian gave him an appreciative nod, before throwing on his coat and stepping out. The second he closed the door behind him, he gave a sigh of relief. The air in there was awkward, and he felt like he had been third-wheeling something awful.

Oh well, no way to fix it now.

Damian ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beloved bowler hat he wore outside sometimes. He traveled down the hallway, through the door that lead to the stairs, and briskly walked into the cold evening air. He buried his nose behind a scarf, thankful for the cover up of his awfully scarred face.

His apartment was only a few blocks away, and it didn't take too long for him to arrive. He hung up his clothing and relaxed onto the couch, flicking on the television. Nothing good was on.

He rolled over, turning it off. He didn't have much else to do, so he debated maybe going out to eat. He did have a bit of money saved up and there was this really nice-

A sharp pain shot through his arm, shooting straight through his heart. It began to beat rapidly. What was that?

He sat up, rubbing circles over the organ under his chest, his ribcage rising and falling with each rapid intake of oxygen.

Another flash of pain, longer this time.

Damian yelped, jumping up. Another pain, and this time it didn't go away. It only worsened.

He let out a sharp cry, clutching at his rapidly beating heart, his hand filled with a searing pain. Everything began to hurt, his muscles tight, tears pouring from his eyes.

He fell backward onto the coffee table, rolling over it.

Oh God, oh God it hurt so bad.

He crawled back against a wall, the pain so intense he couldn't find it in him to scream. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days.

By the time it began to fade, he was already unconscious, leaning against the wall.

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PS: There was a couple of you I could not find to tag, I'm hoping to fix that for the next chapter. Please forgive me.

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vipclifford · 4 years

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Make a Movie (Romance Edition)

i was tagged by @noshamenion and it was fun thank you !!!

The last celebrity picture that you saved is the romantic lead:

The last meme you saved is how your relationship will turn out: guess i’ll die omg

The last song you listened to is the name of the movie: Checkmate - Conan Gray

The second last celebrity picture is your best friend:

The third last celebrity picture is also your friend:

The fourth celebrity picture is the antagonist:

the way they’re all skamverse characters i’m skskdjdjdk obsessed??? yes

Time to do the soundtrack. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the songs, in this particular order. If the song which is the title of the movie appears on your soundtrack, highlight it.

Opening titles: Solamente Tu - Pablo Alborán (Only You and she’s cute and chill okay)

Romantic scene: The Middle - Zedd (I love this song it could work i guess)

Sad/emotional scene: Without Me - Halsey

Hanging out with your friends scene: Up - Olly Murs (this is like nostalgic hanging out idk like we should be holding on to these memories (and clearly so since i’m gonna die apparently))

Montage scene: Wrapped Up - Olly Murs (Happy montage i love this song i forgot it existed wong lie)

Falling in love scene: If Walls Could Talk - 5sos (idk i guess?? not really)

Protagonist (good character) scene: You should be sad - Halsey (ouch)

Romantic lead theme: Never Be - 5sos (why’s it gotta be so sad bro first they kill me now this)

Antagonist (bad character) theme: Kids in the Dark - All Time Low (she’s edgy enough)

Best friend theme: Maniac - Conan Gray (OMG NO IM SO DEAD THE CHANCES OF RHIS GOIJG ON SANDER I CBA AND THATs ON EVEN BECH NÆSHIM)

Best friend #2 theme: Blinding Lights - The Weeknd (she’s a banger and it fits his aesthetic i feel like he’s cool)

Love theme: Oh Cecilia - The Vamps (she’s happy good i want a happy love with Jens)

Sad/emotional scene #2: Otro Trago (Remix) - Sech (okay won’t lie buT this song makes me so sad it works even tho it’s got that beat and it’s a banger)

Party scene: Anywhere but Here - Mayday Parade (this is my song for when i want to be emo as fuCk guess it’s an intense 2007 party??? “today was misery”)

Big kiss scene: You & I - One Direction (why must she have sad undertones)

Wedding scene: Despacito - Luis Fonsi (I wish i was joking but that’s on being spanish i guess)

Credits: Wild Heart - The Vamps (she’s cool i like it)

This was high key so fun not going to lie tagging: @loveroflrh @wastethen8 @5-secondsofcolor @my-wldflwr @mellifluoushood @wallflowercal and whoever wants to do it lol

#tag game

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venser · 4 years

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50 questions you’ve never been asked before

tagged by @local-vamp (tysm!!!)

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?: blue

2. Name a food you never eat?: meatloaf

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?: ok i usually feel too warm but i’m told that i run cold so i’m not sure what that says about me

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: working on the last (and most time consuming) section of this pixel art

5. What is your favorite candy bar?: green tea kitkats

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?: yeah

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?: “that’s a human person!” in reference to hearing what grimes named her kid

8. What is your favorite ice cream?: green tea ice cream mochi

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?: loca mocha monster java

10. Do you like your wallet?: yeah but it’s seen so much use i need to get a new one

11. What was the last thing you ate?: tacos

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: if it weren’t for the fact that i’m currently unemployed due to this pandemic i would’ve gotten this protomen shirt i’ve had my eye on for months

13. The last sporting event you watched?: a baseball game as a part of a school trip that i didn’t pay attention to

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: either movie theater butter or caramel

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: my mom

16. Ever go camping?: i think my last camping trip was back in the third grade??

17. Do you take vitamins?: lmao no

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?: no

19. Do you have a tan?: if i’m not wearing an extra thiccccc coating of sunscreen during the summer i’ll burn to the point where moving hurts

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?: pizza

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?: i try not to

22. What color socks do you usually wear?: white. what does it fuckin matter, nobody can see them

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: i don’t drive :)

24. What terrifies you?: the unknown

25. Look to your left, what do you see?: my cat licking his ass

26. What chore do you hate?: flea med day. it’s the worst day of the month and i know my cat needs it but he’s so fucking strong and if i’m not holding him juuuuust right he’ll buck up and hit me with the back of his head

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: steve irwin

28. What’s your favorite soda?: dr pepper

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?: i would usually go in unless i’m wearing my work uniform bc then i just get nothing but questions about work and i don’t want to talk about work when i’m not at work i do enough of that at work!!!!

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?: my mom

31. Favorite cut of beef?: i don’t really,,,,, eat beef,,,,,,, that much????

32. Last song you listened to?: Light Up the Night by the Protomen

33. Last book you read?: Tom King’s Mister Miracle

34. Favorite day of the week?: man every day’s fuckin,,,,, monday now i don’t even know anymore

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?: i dont even know what DAY it is how could i possibly say the alphabet backwards

36. How do you like your coffee?: it has to be cold and sweet (i almost exclusively drink mocha frappuccinos and monster javas if i’m going to get coffee)

37. Favorite pair of shoes?: i dont care i literally get the same shoes every year when i need new ones so i don’t have to spend my day at the shoe store

38. The time you normally go to sleep?: i dont wanna answer that

39. The time you normally get up?: or that

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets bc i’m not grumpy about getting up

41. How many blankets on your bed?: yes

42. Describe your kitchen plates: those corelle plates that are almost indestructible unless you have super shitty luck that day and then they just shatter into a billion itty bitty teeny tiny pieces that you need to pick up before your dear, sweet, dumbass cat comes in and tries to eat them

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?: i don’t drink

44. Do you play cards?: i am literally banned from playing cards at game night

45. What color is your car?: i dont drive :)

46. Can you change a tire?: i mean if you give me ten minutes to look up a tutorial then yeah probably

47. Your favorite province?: like canadian? i guess nova scotia??? because thats the only one i can think of from the top of my head???

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?: i work at a zoo!!! what’s not to love!!!!

49. How did you get your biggest scar?: i don’t think this really counts as a scar but i have a piece of graphite stuck in my thigh that you can still see through my skin

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?: i got my sister a toolbox as an early mother’s day gift bc all she has is like. a hammer and a handful of allen keys and she was suuuuper excited about it

I’m gonna tag @nghtving @the-imaginative-fox @nightflings @livia-art and anyone else who wants to do this!

#about me tag #don't feel pressured to do this tho!!!

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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You deserve better

Summary: Reader is in love with Dean but when he tells her she should give another man a chance she does. Little does Dean know what kind of man she calls her boyfriend.

Pairing: Reader x OMC Patrick, Dean x Reader?, Sam

Warnings: language, injured reader, abusive relationship (physical/emotional), angst, violence, blood, attempted rape (nothing graphic), angry/protective Dean, fluff

“Dean, can we talk about something?“ You ask shyly.

“Sure, come in.”

Sitting next to Dean on the bed you try to calm your nerves down.

“There’s this nice guy, he asked me out, but before I say yes I need to be sure about something. I won’t get mad or be disappointed, just be honest,” you whisper.

“Alright, promised Sweetheart.”

“I love you Dean and I guess you don’t feel the same, it’s okay, really. I just need to know if there’s a chance you do feel the same…if not I will say yes to the date.”

Casting your look down you hope he will say what you want to hear.

“I’m sorry…I really like you, Y/N but…”

Before he can end the sentence you nod and raise your hand. “It’s okay, as I said just wanted to be sure. Just forget I ever asked. I call Patrick to go on a date with him.”

“I bet he’s the right guy. He’s the one for you,” Dean says. Nodding you decide to give Patrick a chance, to take the chance to move on and get over Dean…

Two months later…

“Ouch,” you whine when Dean knocks you on the shoulder.

“Sorry. Are you hurt?” He asks worriedly.

“Yeah, the vamp. It’s okay Dean, I need a shower. I’m meeting Patrick later.”

After you left the library Dean wonders. Lately, you're always injured and you're wearing long clothes all the time. Suspicious Dean enters Sam’s room.

“Did Y/N get hurt by the vamp you were hunting with her?”

“No, she was in the car, helping the latest victim. I killed both vamps alone. Why?” Sam asks raising his eyebrow.

“Lately she’s always injured and not due to hunts or training. Two days ago she was fine and now she’s hurt again,” Dean whispers so you can’t hear it.

“Wait, she was with her boyfriend…do you think he’s hurting her?” Sam asks worriedly.

“I’ve got no clue…let’s ask her.”

“But wouldn’t Y/N strike back? I mean she can even kick our asses,” Sam says thoughtfully.

“That’s the reason I’m so worried. If he’s hurting her…Why doesn’t she defends herself?”

“Okay, now I’m worried too. Let’s talk to her.”

Sitting in the library your hands are shaking. You forgot to call Patrick. He will get mad again. Taking a deep breath you try to calm your nerves down.

“Hey, can we ask you something?” Dean starts.

“Sure.”

“Patrick…is he a good guy?”

“Yeah…why do you ask?”

“You are injured a lot, lately. Is he hurting you? We are just worried, Y/N,” Sam adds.

“Patrick is nice! He would never hurt me! You said he’s the right guy for me – remember! I won’t discuss this any longer. I gotta go, Patrick is waiting for me.”

Storming out of the library you try to hide the fear. Patrick will get mad again and the Winchesters are already suspicious.

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“You forgot to call me again, whore! Did you fuck someone else? I told you what happens when you disobey again!” Patrick yells.

Slapping your face he stares angrily down at you. Ramming his fist into your stomach he causes you to stumble and fall to the ground.

Grabbing your hair harshly he drags you toward the bedroom.

"Patrick, let go of me. I want to go home," you sob.

"No, no. I'm going to show you who you belong to. You are my whore and no one else's!"

Ripping your top apart he pushes you on the bed. Hovering over you he pins your hands above your head.

“You are mine and I’m going to teach you to never disobey me. Do you think anyone else would want to fuck you? With all the scars?”

"Let go of me, I don't want you to touch me!"

Slapping your face with his free hand Patrick causes a cut at your lip. Right before he can hit you again his door bursts open.

Storming out of the bedroom Patrick stops dead in his tracks. Two huge and obviously pissed guys with guns are standing in his living room.

“I will ask you this only once. Where is Y/N?” Dean yells.

“She’s…bedroom,” Patrick stammers.

“Get her, I’ll keep an eye on this nice guy,” Sam says.

Entering the bedroom Dean’s stomach drops. Your whole body is full of bruises and your face is black and blue. Your top is torn and you lie there, sobbing, curled into a ball.

Stripping his jacket off Dean covers your body. Picking you up he carefully carries you out of the apartment while Sam follows him.

“Keep an eye on her for me, I forgot something in the apartment,” Dean says while you sob into Sam’s chest.

“Shhh, …we will drive you home. You're safe, it's me Sammy."

Re-entering the apartment Dean storms toward Patrick. Slamming his fist into your boyfriends face he can’t stop himself. Hitting the face of your attacker over and over again Dean yells and curses.

"You will lose her number; you never contact Y/N again. If you ever get close to her or just think about her I will come back and finish what I started."

“She likes it. The worthless slut likes to be dominated,” Patrick grunts.

A kick into his balls is Dean’s answer. Towering over the whining guy he aims a gun to his head.

“One word about her leaving you lips again and I end you right here and now. She doesn’t like to be hit and she for sure doesn’t like to be raped! You will pack your stuff and leave Lebanon or I swear my brother and I come back and kill you.” Dean yells now.

“Dean? Don’t, please let’s just leave,” you plea.

“No, he hurt you! He’s going to pay for it.”

“Let’s just go home…please, bring me home.”

Sobbing you press a tissue to your bleeding lip. Seeing your hurt form Dean stuffs the gun back into his waistband.

“Leave the town and don’t come back or I’ll kill you,” Dean warns one last time.

Picking you up in bridal style he carries you out of the apartment. Sniffing you rest your head against his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let him hurt you? Did he…try to…before?”

“No…I never…I wanted to wait a bit longer until I have sex with him. He thought I have sex with you as I forgot to call him. I told him that someone like you would be never interested … he said I deserve what he does to me…everytime he hit me he said I deserve it,” you whisper.

“You deserve none of that. He’s a sick bastard! Why didn’t you kick his ass?”

“Back then you said he’s the right one…I just thought…I didn’t want to break up with him as I was afraid you would think it’s because of you.”

“Wait, you stayed with that asshole as you thought I would get it wrong if you break up with him?”

“I didn’t want to destroy our friendship. I regretted telling you how I feel…should’ve never said a thing. I deserve someone like Patrick…”

Placing you carefully onto the backseat Dean crawls in next to you. Moving you onto his lap he holds you tight.

“Sammy, you have to drive,” Dean says.

“I’m fine, you can drive,” you whisper.

“No, you’re not. You don’t deserve someone like Patrick. You deserve someone who loves and adores you. Someone how would die for you. You deserve better.”

Sniffing you rest your head against Dean's shoulder. Holding you even tighter he starts humming your favorite AC/DC song.

Laughing you squeeze his hand. “Thank you, both for coming. I should’ve said something.”

“You deserve better,” Sam says.

"I don't know Sam. In a life like ours, you barely find someone to trust. I just tried to find someone I can lean on after a rough hunt or talk to when I feel lonely. Maybe I just wanted someone to hold me tight when I need it," you whisper.

“You can always talk to Sam and me. You can lean on my shoulder,” Dean says softly.

“That’s not the same and you know it. I want what Bobby had with his wife or Jody with her husband. I want someone who loves me, not just as a friend.”

Swallowing hard Dean realizes it’s his entire fault you let that asshole hurt you. If he would’ve been man enough to tell you the truth then Patrick would’ve never been able to hurt you.

“Y/N? I need to tell you something. When you asked me if I feel the same I lied. My intention was to keep you safe. I’m dangerous. I wanted to keep you safe, protect you. I love you too. I just thought you deserve better, you deserve the best,” Dean whispers in your ear.

“No one is better than you, Dean. You are right, I deserve the best, and you are the best, Dean.”

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#SPN #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #angst #dean winchester one shots #violence #abusive relationship #fluff #comforting

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legion1993 · 4 years

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i figured it was time for this!

title: i figured it was time for this

pairing: Dean x reader

square filled: Anti Possession Tattoo

rating: PG

tags: tattoo, projectile beer spitting, telling the boyfriend your pregnant

word count:

summery: not telling!

created for @heavenandhellbingo

heaven & Hell masterlist

it was several months ago, you had found you had found the love of your life after he had rescued you from a vampire bleeder den... vamps had been draining you dry for weeks...

but shortly after they brought you back HE was the only person who matter to you... he became your everything... now it was time for you to become an official hunter protected from every single part of the supernatural...

today you were gonna get your Anti-Possession Tattoo...

Dean the love of your life was now taking you to a small tattoo parlour in Kansas near where they grew up... but something was awfully not right at all... for the last little bit before the tattoo parlour you felt as though something or someone was following the impala...

though you dismissed those feelings as your love now had stopped the car... you looked around and made eye contact with the man who was at your side of the car opening your door...

Dean: “you ready to have full protection from everything supernatural...”

YN: “im ready to get what stops demons from being able to possess... but how bad is it gonna hurt?”

Dean: “well given the fact that as a hunter you should have a high high pain tolerance... those shoulder resets, the self patching, the feeling you get when you sew yourself up and throw on some whiskey as a antiseptic is how you build that pain tolerance... sure it hurts at first but in our line of work we dont have time to do normal medical procedures... we learn alot from google and it also helps that we have friends of our fathers who are willing to help if we need... now lets go inside and get your tattoo...”

you take his hand as both of you walk inside the parlor... you let dean do most of the talking and then charging it to one of the many cards you had in your wallet... you still had a normal job, you ran your own mechanic shop...

Dean enjoyed that idea cause he was mainly your main mechanic... you were the only person who Dean would be able to work with the amount of orders and people that came in...

Dean: “so after this are we gonna go into the shop or gonna go back and see everyone...”

YN: “i do have paper work still to do and there are still 8 cars on the lot that still need fixing... and we rely on the income its honest and it brings in a living... we have real money on top of all the scams and stuff you guys are running we need honest living... honestly i know its not a huge amount but our garage is the best in this entire side of the usa... we have people coming from everywhere... our garage is gonna make us rich... dont worry we are gonna be fine... now im strong enough to take the pain from this tattoo, and im strong enough to take you and Sam down in sparring... and im strong enough to be a badass huntress...”

Dean: “lets get her done baby girl.”

walking into the back of the tattoo parlor, you expose your chest... only so far as to have your area that you want the tattoo in exposure. the guy came in and began setting up his equipment.

Tattoo guy: “what will it be today?”

you hand him a drawing of the anti-possession symbol with your own personal touch. he loaded the ink into the machine and then he turned to Dean.

Tattoo guy: “this your girl dude?”

Dean: “yeah why?”

tattoo guy: “cause she has real guts to do a tattoo of this caliber, there is gonna be alot of shading to do... now before i get started there might be a little bit of seering pain at first, but there is also the option of a sweet numbing relief if you want it... you wont even feel it...”

YN: “yes i want the numbing relief.”

the tattoo guy gently put a bit of numbing gel on the area then he waited a few moments and then poked you in the numb area to see if you felt anything... you said no... so he proceeded.

the process total time was 60 minutes... the outline time was 10 minutes, then came the filling in the parts that needed it that was what took the longest... it was a long time in that chair but Dean was the one massaging your back so you didnt stiffen up...

Tattoo guy: “well your almost done kiddo, the last part is what you added as extra it looks like... are you still wanting that on there... or just leave it...”

You had to think about it but then you took a glance at the man who loved you more than his own car (which is really saying something)... but you had found something out a few days ago... you had gone to a doctor you trusted cause you thought something was wrong with you...

so you wanted to put the date of finding out the news you had been working so hard at hiding from the love of your life...

YN: “yes put it in holographic silver below the symbol...”

tattoo guy did as requested... you were one of the many normal things that came out of hunting... you tried to be as normal as possible... but no one in their right mind would ever associate hunting with normality...

once the tattoo was done, the guy gave you a care package with instructions for the first 2 weeks for tattoo care. it was one of the proudest moments of being a hunter...

thats when you and Dean left and he asked you about the bonus addition...

YN: “remember how i was feeling off and i went to see the trusted doc and i went alone... i was late... my period was late... i had to make sure nothing was wrong... Dean its been 2 days since that appointment, i didnt want to keep this from you but its better left for when your sitting down, most likely your gonna pass out or something...”

Dean looked at you confused and wary of what you could possibly want to say... but yet waited till you both got back to the hotel you guys were staying at for a mini vacay away from the bunker...

you both went into the hotel room but you hadnt been drinking the beer, or anything else alcohol related... but of course you werent gonna say why just yet...

getting into the room Dean sat on the bed and you came to sit beside him on the bed...

Dean: “what is so important that you wanted me to sit down for? and what does that extra tattoo mean?”

you were being careful... but then it just all came out just as Dean was taking a swig of his beer..

YN: “Dean im pregnant...”

this is how it happens, that is how you activate Projectile Beer...

Dean: “pregnant? are you sure?”

you pulled the ultra sound from your bag and handed it to Dean... his expression after a bit turned soft and calm... his facials were now full of joy and excitement...

Dean: “YN i get now why you waited to tell me... dont worry we will not let this child of ours grow up with only one parent... we will both live to raise this child. i love you... and i very proud of you taking the numbing gel for the tattoo, i didnt do that cause it was my father around who told me and Sam to get ours and we wanted to prove ourselves to him... which was... come now darling let us relax...”

you both fall back to the bed and relaxation overtakes you both, now you felt relaxation cause you werent caring around that secret...

#heaven and hell bingo

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idreamofhazel · 6 years

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All Work, No Play

Requested by @murielthemagicalgirl: Reader crushes hard on Sam and works from time to time together with the boys. And she's introverted and a usually mature and serious person. But when she accidentally sees Sam without his shirt she gets hella flustered and awkward and Dean grins from ear to ear and teases her because of it until she confesses maybe that she indeed likes his brother, not knowing that said is standing behind her

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: just fluff

Your machete sliced cleanly through the neck of a falling vampire. As the body thumped to the floor, you drug the blade across your jacket with two quick swipes.

“You’re going to need some tide pens for that.” Dean Winchester stood behind you, chuckling to himself.

A quick glance around the room showed you that the last of the nest was fallen. The bloody mess had splattered and pooled on the victorian rug beneath your feet. There might have been some pieces of salvageable furniture elsewhere in the house but none in this room. Four dead vampires had stained the parlor with red. It was very Addam’s Family meets The Walking Dead. You picked up the arms of a vampire who fell across the velvet footrest and drug it across the floor. You dropped her on top of the one you just killed and headed for another one.

“What’s up with the pile? Or vamp-ile, if you will.” Dean couldn’t contain the pleasure he derived from coming up with that joke.

You dumped another body in your pile. Out of the corner of your eye, Sam knudged Dean with his shoulder and began to help you with the clean up task. When you thought no one could see your face, you smiled to yourself. You appreciated the help.

“I never knew a hunter that could smile about their work like that.” Dean was suddenly beside you, his voice in your ear.

“I never knew a hunter that cracked so many jokes on the job,” you said.

“Jokes keep the sanity alive, sweetheart.”

“Dean,” Sam chided from across the room.

“She’s worked with us enough times to know my style,” Dean said.

“And you’ve worked with me enough to know mine,” you shot back.

That elicited a smug smile from Sam.

Your cheeks grew hot as Sam looked at you with pride. Your cleverness was instantly cut back. No matter how confident you were, one look from Sam turned you into a stuttering mess.

“I know you won’t come celebrate with us,” Dean said, “All work, no play. It’s really sad.”

“I’ll go.” You faced the opposite direction of the Winchesters, bagging a vampire head. You could feel their wide eyes on the back of your head.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to take your notes or, or clean your knives?” Sam didn’t mean his question as a jab.

You smiled at his memory of your habits before turning around. “No. I’ll just do it tomorrow. Come on,” you said, slipping your knife into your boot and throwing the garbage bag full of heads over your shoulder, “It’s time to have some fun. Let’s party. Or whatever you do.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance as you walked out the stained glass door. The tattered blanket covering the glass gave up and fell to the floor as the lock clicked into place. Dean mouthed Fun?; Sam shrugged. Sam had never seen you with a drink in your hand, let alone in a bar. The thought of it made him worry that something else was going on. He’d have to ask you when Dean wasn’t around.

Being in a bar was an uncomfortable experience. You could handle hunting challenges with tact and grace but the dynamics of the drinking scene disoriented you. You alternated your attention between the stray threads on your shirt and taking sips of your jack and coke. Dean played pool for gas money while Sam sat next to you, finishing his second beer.

“So, honestly,” Sam said, “What made you decide to come out here? You trying to prove something to Dean?”

His smile was teasing and overwhelming.

“Uh, no. I,” you began, your cheeks growing hot, “I guess I-”

“Hey Sam!” Dean called out. You both turned your heads to the sound. Dean motioned Sam over from across the bar, “New game! Teams!”

“Hold that thought,” Sam said apologetically.

He took off towards the pool table, leaving you with the rest of your answer hanging on the tip of your tongue. The Winchester Pool Games lasted as long as Dean felt a winning streak. You’d have to explain another night, whenever you ran into Sam and Dean again.

You sucked your jack and coke dry, staring down the barrel of the straw until the last drop was gone. Dean whooped behind you. Maybe it was time to join the fun.

You grabbed a handful of peanuts, swung around on your stool, and hopped off. Sam was leaning over the pool table, the arch of his back displayed gracefully. He adjusted his pool stick with deliberation, his shirt hovering over the edge of the table, his hair falling over his cheek. He hit the cue ball with accuracy, sinking in two of the opponent’s with one strike, then stood proudly.

The other two men grimaced, unaware that Sam had such precision. There was a fair amount of money on the line.

You wandered over to a table with a satisfactory view of the game. Sam winked at you as one of their opponents tried to sink a ball but grumbled when he missed. The alcohol in your system gave you the sense to smile back with a laugh.

The stolen glances continued and ended when Dean declared victory with a sunken eight ball. They had played four games and won each of them. Sam bought three victory beers and handed one to you. Your eyes fell to the floor as the confidence you had wore off.

By the end of the beers, exhaustion had creeped up on all of you. You unanimously declared the night over, getting up to leave the bar in unison. Dean grabbed your shoulder from behind before you reached the door. Sam kept walking.

“Hey, you’re staying at the same motel as us, right?” he said, glancing over as Sam walked out the door.

“Yeah, why?”

“Can you come to our room? I wanna talk to you about something. I’ll send you a text when we’re decent.” He added a smirk but his request seemed off.

“Uhh, sure.”

“Cool.” Dean patted your shoulder then let his hand fall as he took off after Sam.

He left you standing in the middle of the bar without an explanation but with a hoard of questions. A deep voice slurred from across the bar. “You all alone now?”

There could only be about two reasons why Dean would ask you to his room. One, he was going to play a prank, or two, he or both Winchesters had been keeping a secret from you that had life-or-death ramifications.

The voice called out again. “He-eey you wanna drank I sayd?”

You were in the mood for none of it. You stalked out the door, letting it bang loudly behind you. Dean, or both, would hear it from you if one of them had decided to do something stupid again like sell their souls.

The text came shortly after you brushed your teeth and changed into sweats. You knocked four times on the thin, wooden door and waited. Dean took a long time to answer for someone who was expecting a guest.

The door flew open and instead of Dean’s face, Sam’s bare chest greeted you.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” Sam said.

“I, uh, Dean said he’d be here, but I guess I, I heard wrong. Sorry.” You kept your eyes anywhere but on his freshly showered six-pack. You noticed his pajama pants were plaid but you had to be careful where you looked there, too. You looked up but darted when you met his eyes. Then you moved down to his feet. They were bare.

“You can come in and wait for him if you want.” Sam was acting nonchalant. Way too nonchalant.

“No that’s ok.” You turned on your heels and fled.

Well that was stupid! Could you have handled that situation any more poorly!

“Hey Y/N!” Dean.

You stopped next to a row of vending machines, the light from their displays revealing Dean’s smug face.

“You said to meet you in your room. I went to your room. You were not there.”

“Well I’m here.”

You glowered at him. “I think you know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do.”

You threw back your head and sighed. “You knew Sam would be there by himself.”

“Why is that a problem?”

“Because he was shirtless when he opened the door!”

Dean chuckled to himself. “I can’t say anything about what Sam chooses to do when I’m not there.”

Your cheeks grew hot again. “That’s not the point!” you sighed, “I can tell by the look on your face that you orchestrated this whole set up.”

“Set up for what?”

“You know exactly what.”

“Ooh, because you have a massive crush on my little brother?”

“Yes! Fine! Ok? And you knew he’d be there, probably shirtless, and you knew I’d answer the door completely unprepared and make myself look like an idiot!”

“You didn’t look like an idiot, Y/N,” Sam said.

Sam.

You spun around. Now he wore a gray t-shirt paired with his sneakers and a facetious grin.

“Why are you here!” you cried.

He chuckled. “I wanted to get a snack.” He gestured towards the machines.

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I didn’t really know what was going on.”

“So you don’t actually have a massive crush on me?”

“Well I-”

“Because that would be disappointing,” Sam said. His eyes never wavered from your face.

Your heart picked up speed as if it were going to fly out of your throat and the butterflies in your stomach felt more like a flock of hummingbirds.

Sam reached his hand for your elbow and pulled you close. You didn’t protest.

“I’ve actually waited a long time to do this,” he whispered to you.

“Me too,” you breathed out.

Sam responded with a beaming smile before his lips met yours. The kiss wasn’t perfect; there were nose bumps, but it was everything you imagined it would be. You melted. Sam was a great kisser.

“Uh guys, I’m still here,” Dean said.

Sam didn’t stop so neither did you. You wiggled your arm out of his hold and waved Dean off. This is what he wanted after all, for you and Sam to finally admit your feelings for one another. How it was happening was all his fault really. You felt Sam smile against your lips and you mirrored him, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, basking in the glow of an off-brand soda machine and a blinking vacancy sign. Having fun was the best decision you ever made.

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