#who does he have a nickname for? other than sam but that doesn't even fucking count who doesn't have a nickname for their sibling

[poledancingdinos]

You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 3

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Sy

As payment for helping me move my stuff into the new apartment, I’m hosting a football night, something I haven't done since before I started living with Lisa. Somehow, I never realized all the little things I gave up for her. I love having the guys over. Luke is very much a slob when he lives alone and Jared doesn’t like making a mess that his wife will feel compelled to clean up despite his insistence that she let him do it. That woman is a Saint and always has been.

"So how has it been living with a girl as a roommate?” Luke asks. “Is it as painful as living with your ex?"

No, it isn’t painful at all except for the damn partial I seem to sport every time I catch a glimpse of her in those booty shorts she prances around in when she doesn’t realize I’m home. Okay, prancing is an exaggeration but it doesn’t make it any less distracting.

When I came in to meet Riley, I expected to find a selfish, self-absorbed princess that I would have to pretend to get along with out of desperation to finally have a place of my own again but instead I found a shy, reserved young girl who had to invite a stranger into her life just to make ends meet.

"Honestly at this point I don't know if I have a roommate or if I own a cat," I say around a mouthful of pizza.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Jared laughs, passing me a fresh bottle of beer before twisting the cap off his own and throwing it into the bin across the room.

I raise my hand counting off the reasons on my fingers as I speak. "I never see her ‘cause if she’s home she's hiding out in her room. The only evidence that she is even around is the fact that she leaves food out for me from time to time and that I find her hair fucking everywhere. Then there’s the fact that she spends more time up at night than she does during the day."

I sound harsh but the truth is that I find all of those little things rather endearing.

"Sounds like a fucking dream to me,” Sam says. “You get all the perks of living alone with half the price."

"Nah,” Luke counters, shaking his head, “sounds to me like your apartment is haunted and you're actually living with a ghost. Do you even know what she looks like?"

Yes, I do. In fact, I can’t get her face out of my fucking horny head. 

"Yeah, I met her before I moved in and I've seen her cookin’ breakfast a few times on my way out to work but that's ‘bout it."

"Don't ya leave for work at like 5:30 AM?” Jared asks, pausing with his beer half raised to his lips. “Shit,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “you two really are perfect for each other. Who the hell cooks that early?" 

"Is she hot?"

Before I even have time to think about it, the pizza crust in my hand is flying across the room and hitting Luke on the side of the head.

"It don't fuckin’ matter if she's hot I'm not shittin' where I eat." Yes, Riley is most definitely hot — fucking gorgeous even — but I’m not about to admit that out loud.

"I wasn't asking for you, I was asking for me." The man wiggles his eyebrows at me and I hesitate to throw another piece of food at Luke but all that’s left on my plate is a chicken wing and I have no interest in cleaning barbecue sauce off the couch. 

"What's her name again?" Jared asks, pulling his phone from his back pocket.

I really don’t want them looking her up online but if I give in, there is a chance this conversation will move on to a safer topic.

"Riley McKenzie."

He types Riley’s name into his phone and there’s a moment of awkward silence as he scrolls through the results.

"What kind of modern woman doesn't have a Facebook profile? Does she use a nickname or something?"

I don’t let them see how relieved I am that he hasn’t found her and keep my attention on the game.

"I have no idea, you know I'm not into that shiet."

Sam’s phone dings and it seems to be the end of the whole roommate conversation. The sports announcer on the TV starts talking more excitedly, pulling the guys' attention back to the big screen. Jared stands, yelling as if the players on the field will hear him through the TV. When our team manages to score a touchdown, Luke and I join in the cheering and the two of them high-five each other. Meanwhile, Sam still has his ass in his seat, staring at his phone and Jared punches him on the shoulder.

"Bro, what the fuck, you just missed a fucking beautiful play!" 

"I'll catch it on the highlights later, right now I'm watching a stripper give another stripper a lap dance while drinking a shot from between her tits."

"Woah, I wanna get in on that." Luke extends his arm, beckoning Sam closer.

"Can't ya watch that later?” Jared complains, reluctantly moving from the middle spot and letting Sam slide over.

“I've had enough of hearing other guys jack off next to me to last a lifetime, don’t do it on my fucking couch,” I plead with them.

"This is live and it's probably gonna get shut do—" Both guys groan, their heads falling in disappointment.

"You were sayin'?" I ask with a smirk.

"TikTok doesn't normally let Razzy go live for all that long before she gets shut down. She mostly uses it as a way to boost the interest for her OnlyFans account. You gotta pay to see the real good stuff."

There are so many things about that sentence that I don’t understand but I don’t care enough to ask him to explain.

"Ya know, I'm pretty sure checking out strippers on the internet while in a relationship is just as bad as going to a club every Friday night." I lean back in my chair crossing my ankle over my other knee.

"Come on Sy, you know I don't keep secrets from my girl. We watch the videos together, it gets her off." Sam winks, sporting a proud grin like he thinks every man would be envious of him.

I look back at the television screen, seeing the timer in the corner tick down to zero, announcing the start of halftime. I pick up the remote, pressing the mute button before the annoyingly loud commercials start.

"Since you're paying for her account anyway, why don't you show us the videos that seem to be better than you at satisfying your girl." Luke sounds a little too desperate for a guy who’s most likely had four different women in his bed this month alone.

"Fuck you, I'm plenty capable of getting her off on my own but since you asked so nicely," he types something into his phone before turning the screen towards his right so Luke can see the video, "this is what I get to watch while my girl chokes on my cock."

I nearly spit out my beer, forcing myself to swallow before a coughing fit takes over. The three men on the couch look my way, wearing equal expressions of concern.

"You good man?"

I nod my head furiously, holding my hand up for Jer to give me a second. They keep their eyes on me and I know there is no way that I can brush this off. When my breathing steadies out, I tip my head to the phone which now lays forgotten on Sam's lap.

"That's her,” I blurt out without thinking and immediately regretting my words.

There’s a moment of confusion while Sam looks down at the girl on his screen. The focus of the camera is on her body as she dances on the pole in nothing but a red lace bodysuit but her profile is still fully visible.

I swallow the lump in my throat clarifying my statement. "That's Riley."

All three men are stunned silent for a second but of course, Luke has an unhelpful comment to break the tension.

"Oh shit! Sy's living with a porn star!"

"Stripper," I grumble, palming the back of my neck.

"Oh no, trust me, that video was tame. Her racy solo clips definitely count as porn and last month she was in Vegas trying out some new girl on girl shit too."

"Fuck, stop! I don't wanna know.” I throw my hands up, rising from my seat in a desperate attempt to escape the current conversation.

"Why not!” Luke calls after me. “This is epic you could fuck a porn star — that's the dream!"

I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Luke, no offence but if your biggest dream in life is to fuck a porn star, ya need to rethink your priorities."

"Be honest, when's the last time you got laid?"

I’m not particularly inclined to answer that question but I know my friend well enough to be sure he’s nowhere close to dropping the subject. Luke is like a shark and women are his blood. Not the best metaphor in the world but it’s pretty accurate. If he gets a hint of interest, he won’t let go and I’d rather he not make it his life’s mission to fuck Riley for the sake of being the first to do so. She deserves better — not that I think I’m a better choice, I just mean he’d take my attraction as competition. I lean back against the kitchen counter, grasping it with both hands until the edge is uncomfortably digging into my palms.

"Not since before I shipped off for the last time."

"Woah, really?" Jared exclaims, turning to face me with one arm over the back of the couch. He’s been my best friend since we were 14 years old when Jared transferred to my school. One of the things I like about him is the fact that he’s completely smitten with his wife and understands my desire to settle down one day rather than chase women like our other friends. He’s genuinely surprised by my answer but his tone isn't the least bit mocking.

"Lisa didn't exactly welcome me back with open arms,” I admit with a sigh. “Maybe I should have just cheated on her, at least then her anger towards me woulda been warranted."

He gets up from the couch, stacking all the dirty plates by the sink.

"We both know you would never do that. Just like we both know ya aren’t gonna make a move on Riley, are ya?"

At least Jared has my back.

“No, I’m not,” I say honestly. “She’s been cagey about her job since I moved in, I doubt she ever wanted me to even know ‘bout any of this. I’m not gonna bring it up and I still maintain that hookin’ up with her while we live together would be a bad idea no matter what the circumstances may be.”

I just have to pray I never see another one of those videos because I can barely keep my dick in check as it is. When she’s not wearing those damn shorts it’s tight fitting yoga pants that show off her curves in all the right ways and it’s fucking excruciating. So far, it’s taken every ounce of my focus to keep images of her from slipping into my mind when I take care of myself in the mornings.

A stripper. Shy, quiet, can’t even look at me when I’m shirtless, Riley, is a stripper. And a porn star, Luke's voice adds in my head. Fuck. I don’t know what to do with this information but all the little things I know about her seem to fall into place. How long did she expect this secret would stay hidden? More importantly, why am I hurt that she didn’t trust me enough to just tell me?

Chapter 4

#captain syverson #captain syverson fic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfic #cpt syverson #cpt syverson fic #cpt syverson x ofc #cpt syverson fanfiction #henry cavill

[wlwhq]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !! Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

► NAME: samantha elizabeth foster. ► NICKNAME: samantha to everyone when she's working, sam to pretty much everyone else. it's a testament to how well ppl know her, since she introduces herself to everyone as samantha and it takes a min for her to be like "call me sam". ► TITLE(S): loves to sign her name with "j.d.", does that count? ► AGE: late thirties, verse dependent. ► SPECIES: human. ► SEX: cis-woman. ► NATIONALITY: american. ► INTERESTS: yoga, hiking, going to museums and art galleries, crossword puzzles, doing the nyt wordle every morning, currently learning german (after mastering french), listening to podcasts, birdwatching. ► PROFESSION: private criminal defense attorney.

► BODY TYPE: sinfully curvy. broad shoulders, jumbo ass, not very leggy. short but has tall energy. ► EYES: baby blue. ► HAIR: ginger red, bob with the side part, occasionally curled but most of the time just straight. we know this. ► POSTURE: always, always, always pin straight. the day this woman has her neck slack and her shoulders slumped is the day hell freezes over. even in informal settings, sam always has her chin-up and is looking like she's about to give a ted talk. ► HEIGHT: 5'3". ► VOICE: here is a lovely example, since she's great at working a crowd and being clear what she says. in and out of the courtroom, sam's an expert at conveying many said and unsaid things with her tone of voice. she's very even, mostly flat, but does have a lilt to it when she's particularly interested in the topic. ► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: sam never knows how to be casual ever. i'm talking turtlenecks, pencil skirts, blazers, even when not working. courtroom attire is normally power suits and heels, bonus if it's heeled boots. prints and solids, anything is fair game. sometimes wears a tie.

► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: in her main verse, sam is married to clark foster, her law school sweetheart, who also practices as a public defender. default fc for him is chri.s pine, and in this main verse, they've been married for about 6ish years. it's an on-the-surface peaceful marriage, but they've both been quietly unhappy for various reasons. he is not a bad person, and they are not inherently bad for each other - but the romantic era of their relationship is over, and they struggle to come to terms with this. ► COMPANIONS: her reflection in her glass closet. LOL but no, she's got a few closer-than-work-acquaintances, law school friends that she's had over the years. in most instances, clark's friends are also her friends but she doesn't always think he's a great judge of character. ► ANTAGONISTS: sam is her own biggest obstacle and antagonist. she's really given up on the idea of happiness outside of other people's orbit. she's one to convince herself that the path she's carved out for herself is the only path she's allowed to remain on, and working towards straying from that path is never seen as an option. other than herself, the boy's club that is her profession can wear on her senses and frustrate her to no end. ► STRENGTHS: fearless defender of anyone. you could be accused of being late for dinner, and sam would plead her case that being 'late' would imply a time set, or a meal missed. she's big on keeping the peace and finding a solution to every problem, deductive reasoning and creative thinking are two of her strongest qualities. she didn't make it in an ocean of sharks without being one herself. sam also excels at interior decorating (clark left all of the decor options to her and t's a cute monotone moment), and budgeting for the month. ► WEAKNESSES: having moments of clarity about what she really wants out of life, really fucks with her head and causes downward spirals. the promise of coffee to any morning meeting will get her up and out the door, going back for seconds or even thirds. the brief times where she and clark do not argue, she snaps herself back into the mindset of being the doting wife and caregiver.

► FRUITS: grapes, kiwis, green apples. ► DRINKS: water, coffee, coke zero. ► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: margaritas, gin and tonic, champagne. ► SMOKES: has the occasional cigarette if she's really stressed out. ► DRUGS: took ecstasy in college, maybe a handful of times? these days she's pretty cut and dry. ► DRIVER’S LICENSE: yes, but passenger princess.

tagged by: @goxinsane thank you!! , tagging: @shivcomplex, @k4ndall, @heroexxs, @thursdaygrl and anyone who wants to do it!!

#m:sam #my baby my baby

[shadowcovcn]

♡ Dean & Crowley

Send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you... // @shieldretired & @hellceo

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

Does turning your crush into a demon and running off for five months count as "asking out"? Let's say yes. Definitely Crowley. But he's a smooth son of a witch. To this day Dean has no idea they were dating.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂?

Crowley, because even without inhibitions Dean was so deep in the closet that he nearly reached Narnia. The kiss happened during an orgy. Dean was drunk having a good enough time that his immediate reaction wasn't to punch Crowley in the face. Turns out getting kissed by boys is just as nice as getting kissed by girls. Who would have thought.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂?

They've both given each other nicknames. Dean is Squirrel and Crowley is Boris or, occasionally, Daphne.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂?

Dean. He is secretly loves to watch cooking shows and will try his hand at recipes when time allows. He usually only brings out the apron and spatula on special occasions but he's a good cook. Dean will make breakfast or dinner for the entire bunker, Crowley included. They have "family meals". Sometimes Rowena joins. It's definitely not awkward at all.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲?

Dean will swear up and down that he has the superior music tastes with his classic rock and R&B. But somehow Taylor Swift has been blasted through the Impala speakers more than once and it's 100% Crowley's influence. (That said, mun is going to go ahead an interject here and say it's Dean. Classic rock beats Swift every day of the week.)

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳?

Crowley's mongrel pups Juliette and Charlotte.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

Does it count as waking up if you never went to sleep to begin with? If so, Crowley.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴?

Sam. He also drinks all the coffee like the caffeine addict he is. Occasionally Dean manages to swoop in and steal a cup, but usually he's just stuck drinking beer for breakfast.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽?

Dean. I said what I said.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃?

Crowley, because, again, he doesn't need sleep. He does however text Dean at the wildest hours of the night. Dean's sleep schedule is ass, especially when they're working a case so it's not uncommon for him to get a response even if it's 3-4am.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳?

Crowley reached for Dean's hand once during sex while Dean was still a demon. Demon!Dean's reaction was so scarring that Crowley hasn't initiated anything like that since. Shockingly Dean will, although not usually hand holding. More like small acts of physical contact, often without entirely realizing it.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰?

Crowley. Mostly because he's a little shit that likes to play chicken with the rest of the bunker finding out. Dean will leave whatever crevice they were making out in and then instead of waiting 15 minutes like he's supposed to Crowley will come out immediately after. It's the worst kept "secret" in the bunker.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂?

The hellhounds.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈?

Dean. Neither of them are the poster children for anger management but Dean is definitely the one more likely to get riled up.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇?

Dean, but then he pretends like it's all Crowley's doing and that he actually doesn't want to be there. He's just 'ugh, gross, a demon. I guess I have no choice but to fuck him so he'll leave me alone.'

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴?

Crowley asked Dean to be his co-ruler of hell, does that count? Let's say yes.

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

I don't actually think Dean has any regrets regarding Crowley, to be honest. Maybe you could say he regrets that Crowley broke out of that bunker and sacrificed himself, but even then that's not completely true. Dean tries not to look back and say "what if" because, well, that ain't about to change anything. If anything he was just pissed at God for not bringing anyone (including Crowley) back.

I would also say that after Crowley was brought back there was a sense of 'okay he's one of us now' by Dean that wasn't completely there before.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶:

Dean would put Crowley in a full cowboy getup.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴:

Acts of service & time spent together. Outside of Sam there aren't many people Dean can readily rely on, but Crowley is definitely one of them. For someone who so often carries the world on his shoulders, to know that Crowley will come through (come hell or high water) is a relief. It's why, despite not intending to, Dean began to trust Crowley even if he didn't always trust his intentions or motivations.

#dyn / dean & crowley. fred loves daphne | (hellceo.) #dean winchester / answered. #dean winchester / headcanon.

[malmanichoti]

𝑴𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑰 ---

basic stats.

full name: malai manichoti nickname(s): mal birthday: 14 august 1997 current age: 25 gender id: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual nationality: american ethnicity: thai religion: none birthplace: fairford, washington current neighborhood: downtown occupation: receptionist at a liberal magazine/sex worker on onlyfans education: high school diploma and a couple semesters at community college

physical.

hair color: dark brown eye color: dark brown height: 5'4 tattoos: jigglypuff tattoo on her ass piercings: both nipples scars: one on her knee from rollerblading when she was a teenager

nuclear family.

mother: naiyana manichoti peterson, 51 father: sam manichoti, 52 stepfather: marcus peterson, 55 birth sibling(s): none step sibling(s): brother (23-26), sister (23-26)

personality.

+ self-sufficient, savvy, funny, can exert logic over her emotions - arrogant, insecure, clingy in relationships

bio/headcanons.

dad is a second gen american and mom is a first gen american. both were a bit rebellious when it came to their respective families' culture and tradition and that was rly the biggest thing that drew them together in their early 20s

mal was born out of wedlock and her mom's side of the family is rly weird about it and didn't cut her mom off but highly disapproved and then kind of came around a bit once mal's dad left them when she was abt 7 years old, she's super close w her maternal grandma now in her adulthood

dad left them when she was 7 and she hates his guts but will pretend like she doesn't care

her mom remarried when she was 15 and mal thinks he's a fucking loser and has never rly given him a chance even tho he's rly not terrible just super lame hrdftjgyjh and has two kids around her age she also is weirdly cold towards just on principle

she has a p neutral relo with her mom, thinks she's lame for marrying marcus and that she's just kind of a pushover in her middle age who shouldn't have had kids cuz she has no maternal instinct whatsoever

is not a huge bitch for no reason usually but can def come off that way bc her personality is just very blunt and especially her insecurities make her feel like she has to present herself as thinking she's better than everyone. massive attention whore

has nooooo idea what she wants to do with her life. she's mildly content working for the magazine as a receptionist bc she's p good at dealing w phone calls and other businesses and being organized and shit and she does genuinely like making content for her onlyfans

has a tumblr where she blogs abt her life and shitposts and promos her OF and has like 20k followers lmao

tried going to community college out of hs and stuck it out for like 2 sems before dropping out bc she had no idea what her goal was and didn't feel like doing hw

bit of a klepto 🤭🤭 she'll steal shit for no reason just 2 feel smth

has the be the hottest person at 7/11 vibe

wanted connections.

subs to her onlyfans

tumblr mutuals

coworkers at the magazine

exes, fwb, one night stands, people she's led on for laughs

someone who scorned HER and now she's out for blood

enemies

besties

frenemies (there will be so many of these)

childhood friends/acquaintances

her step sibs

neighbors

a roommate

#fairfordintro #parental abandonment tw

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 76

After School Special

"After School Special"

Plot Description: Sam and Dean investigate a haunting at one of their old high schools where we will see what school was like for the brothers back in 1997.

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Okay, so it wasn't cool for this girl to be bullied, she didn't have to go and bully the girl who felt bad for her...and that could have probably prevented whatever ghost shit happening here from killing her (I don't think the second bullied girl would have killed her for it). I wouldn't have bullied the girl

I'm so excited to see high school Sam and Dean

How does this even work? Like, I know they HAVE to have schooling and it's not like John's gonna be around to home school them, but Sam just said that this is their third school this school year and it's only November. I just wanna know how all the records transfer and whatnot to allow them to move up grades and graduate

It's not glamorous, but Sam going in as part of the custodial staff is smart. No one is going to question him being any where at any time. And since this was all Sam's idea, I'm...hey. Hey, what happened to the gym teacher that they had this opening that Dean could get this quickly?? That it was this urgent to get a replacement?? I should stop questioning the internal logic of the show and focus on enjoying Dean enjoying getting to wear a fun little outfit

Okay. They just explained the real teacher's absence (she's getting married), but that still doesn't explain Dean

I can't watch this...his kid just shoved another kid's fist in a blender

The tracksuit is a good look for Dean...FUCK. STOP. You are like thirty years old, Dean (I won't even count the 40 years in Hell). Even as a joke, you shouldn't be this excited that "three of the cheerleaders are legal."

Okay but watching young Dean have to cover up his abandonment issues by boasting about the setup they have at the motel...it's the Christmas of 91 all over again

Oh, Sam, having to salt and burn the bones of his friend from his time at that school. The friend Sam helped after he got bullied, the one Sam protected from bullies...and Sam had no power or control over his life at 14, had no way of stopping the family from moving around as much as they did, but he still feels guilt over Barry's death

This teacher sees that Sam could be something other than a hunter mechanic. Okay, okay, but hold on again. So, John's cover up profession is a mechanic...how does that even work? Maybe it's just me, but mechanics usually stay in one place. People bring their vehicles TO THEM. Did John Winchester almost invent the traveling mechanic gig economy in the 80s???

Dean's watched Dead Poets Society? Doesn't seem like the kind of movie he'd like.

WHAT THE FUUUUUCK. Like. I knew it was too early for the ghost to ACTUALLY be Sam's friend (which means he salted and burned his friend's bones for nothing), but is the ghost the bully?? Is this one of those "school bullies are often people getting bullied at home" story lines? I know this episode is literally called After School Special, but that's a BIT on the nose, doncha think?

I don't wanna give this kid any credit or praise for this but Losechester......it's a little funny. Like, it's not funny to call a kid who's just doing the right and kind thing a loser, but strictly in the realm of name subversion making WINchester LOSEchester IS funny

OOF, SAMMY. Sucks that your nickname for Dirk (the Jerk) stuck after just one time. He wasn't being bullied at home, he had a different tragic backstory.

Look. I know it's for the good of everyone at that school, but it's awful that the Winchesters have to take away the one part of this old man's son, the one part of his family, he has left (a lock of hair).

I'm not saying that this kid didn't have a valid reason to come to hate Sam eventually, but I would not ONCE call Sam's treatment of him as bullying? Yes, the ripple effect of getting called Dirk the Jerk by some kid who'd been there for all of a couple weeks sucks, but let's not forget you were calling him Losechester and picking physical altercations all the time. Sam didn't wanna fight you, but if he didn't Dean was gonna absolutely fuck you up or "rip [your] lungs out."

DOES IT GET BETTER, SAM??? From what I can tell, it momentarily got better, but then your girlfriend died, your dad died, you died and Dean made a deal with a demon to get you back, then Dean died, now he's back but the apocalypse is coming.

"Been On My Mind...": Does 18 year old Dean making out with a girl in a janitor's closet count?? Why not? it's not like the countdown was at like 3. We can go back to 10 (oof. it was more than one girl............)

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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I’ve never requested anything before but I really love your writing 👉👈 if your hc requests are still open, maybe whoever your favorite dsmp CC(s) is (maybe punz, sapnap, or sam if that’s too broad?) who’s dating m!reader (he/him) but they haven’t gone public yet, and chat/Twitter/etc is being homophobic? like do they come out or just comfort their boyfriend later? only if you want to of course :) hope you have a good weekend!

╭៹ꜜ # dating them in private ༉

cc!punz, cc!sapnap, cc!awesamdude x male!reader

◟ᝰ warnings ‣ homophobia mentions, a really bad sex pick up line, swearing.

◟ᝰ notes ‣ i'm glad you like my writing! thank you for requesting <3

ᝰ PUNZ ◞

punz loves and respects you more than anyone else. as your boyfriend, he knows it's scary to come out to a large mass of people— so, you two keep your relationship a secret.

punz doesn't care about what people think though. if it was his choice, he'd be flaunting you as much as he could. he only dated the best anyways.

doesn't mean he doesnt flirt with you on stream though: lets the occasional nickname slip out and covers it up as a bit.

the second he sees someone being homophobic in his chat though? they're immediately banned. he doesn't bring attention to the situation, even if it does leave a sour taste in his mouth.

if you happen to see it, and get a bit self conscious, he's immediately telling chat that he has to go.

he's joining you in a voice chat and making sure you're okay. he knows you like the back of his hand though, so even if you try to tell him that you're fine, he doesn't let you get away with it.

"i can tell you're not fine. you don't have to lie to me about this type of stuff. i'm here to help."

he's always had a way with words, that stupidly soothing voice of his making you tell him your feelings (you don't mind, punz has just always had a knack to getting you to talk).

he comforts you while also making you laugh, something he's also always had a knack for. you welcome the insults to the other person and the appreciative comments.

he always does overexeggerated 'mwah' sounds into his mic as well, purely because it makes you laugh.

"that person is a fucking idiot. don't let them get you down, alright? you're better than them, babe. fuck what that guy thinks."

ᝰ SAPNAP ◞

again, sapnap does not give a fuck about what anyone thinks. if you'd let him, he'd unapologetically flirt with you on stream. nicknames, flirty banner— anything to hear the laugh leave your lips.

you want to keep it private though, so he respects your wishes.

he may still flirt with you on stream though; anything regarding from a bad sex joke to terrible flirting.

"[name], [name]— are you my homework? because i'm tryna slam you against the table and—"

"please don't finish that sentence."

the second he sees anyone being homophobic though? he's livid.

if it's someone on twitter, sapnap knows better than to bring attention to some random homophobe. he'll block the person and move on, but will always be pissed when he thinks back to it.

if it's a dono or a chat message, he's telling them to shut the fuck up and asking the mods to ban him. he doesn't condone that type of shit, especially when he knows you're watching.

besides that though, sapnap never fails to make dating him enjoyable, even if it's in private.

he loves calling you any nickname he can think of: baby, pumpkin, darlin', sugar. anything that makes you smile makes him call you it more than once.

"baby, come here. i wanna show you how cool and awesome i am."

"c'mon, pumpkin, my super amazing boyfriend, my baby, my husband—"

if you do ever want to come out, he's posting an instagram story of your hands intertwined. it's simple and doesn't exactly give you away, so it's perfect in his opinion.

he's happy to date you whether you want to make it public or keep it private; being public means he gets to rub it in everyone's faces that he's dating you though.

ᝰ AWESAMDUDE ◞

your safety and comfort is one of sam's top priorities. if you don't want to come out with your relationship, he doesn't mind. he's always been more private as well.

if you let him, he does still flirt with you on stream though. always making sly comments about taking you on a date or something else of that nature.

"i mean, i always thought you were the cutest one out of us, [name]."

if he sees anyone being homophobic on twitter though, especially someone of his own community, he's blocking them and making sure everyone knows that hatred of any kind isn't welcome.

the same goes for people in his chat; although, he doesn't think they're worth even calling out. he just gets one of his mods to ban them.

he usually calls you honey. he doesn't know why, it just suits you. plus, you always get a smile on your face and he thinks it's adorable.

if you two did come out, sam would have no shame of you two. nothing really changes in streams and stuff, although he does leave a heart at the end of all his messages with you.

will ramble about redstone to you. something new he built, something he finally got right; he will talk about it until you make him be quiet (even though you'd never do so, you love listening to him talk).

helps you with any redstone related or coding related issue for you. he won't do everything for you, but he will make sure you know what to do.

if you're a streamer, he's always in your chat. definitely tier three subbed to you. he's also always watching your streams somehow? man has so many channel points and flaunts them.

if you two do come out, he's seen clips of people calling you two their dads. he's brought it up to you before and you both think it's cute.

"it's like our own little awesamfamily!"

can you tell i love him.

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Darkness between Two Worlds -

Prologue

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"Darkness between Two Worlds: A king isn't enough, we need a god. Cover by: Paolo Bagnato, Made by: Arceus92 (me)"

Rick was looking particularly worried at the computer monitor. There were some rather notable anomalies regarding Titanus Gojira's journey into the North Atlantic Ocean, a few hundred kilometers from their outpost at Castle Bravo, in Bermuda, and he could not understand their nature. Godzilla had been reported in the same place for the past five minutes, and was frantically stirring in the water: his signal dot continued to shake, while the patches of colour around him, which indicated the radioactivity of the area, only became more vivid every second.

«What the fuck does that mean there is a higher level of radiation? And to say that until recently he was swimming calmly! He is moving as fast as he can! I think he is...»

«Rick! You have to calm down, I don't think it's something dangerous...maybe he's taking a tunnel to Hollow Earth...?», Chen replied, starting a list of possible rational solutions to that unusual problem.

«And since when does he become more radioactive if it moves? It only happens when he fires a nuclear beams or is under particular stress... »

«Consider that there is a very strong force five hurricane going near his location, he may have used it to clear the fog or dispel the clouds.»

«But why stand still on the spot wagging your tail? It looks like he's struggling with nothing!»

«It is impossible that he is fighting! There is no known titan nearby, and I don't think he would use atomic rays for simple preys...»

«Whatever. I'm not understanding anything!»

«What do you mean Godzilla is emitting more radiation?!»

Mark intruded into the discussion inside that small computer room: the events of 2019 had shaken him a lot, and, despite having managed to recognize the role of Godzilla within the ecosystem, he had become slightly paranoid after them, and when the titan began to make strange or unusual movements, he immediately panicked.

«Oh well, the hysterical has come...»

«I'm not hysterical! I just want to prevent that...thing from causing other problems!»

«You have to blame the yellow dragon and that ecoterrorist if the other half of the family almost died.»

«...»

Doctor Russel clenched his fists with bitterness.

«Come on, Rick, don't provoke him like this! We have far more important things to deal with.»

«Well, you're not wrong, but this one goes crazy as soon as Goji breathes!»

«"This one"?»

«Rick!»

«Okay okay...»

«Let me see.» Mark moved the chair Rick was sitting on to see the monitor. There was the dot that indicated Godzilla, the radiation around it, and the huge storm marked in yellow that was raging around him.

«Well...apparently that Gonorrhea resurrected»

«You like Sam's expression, huh, Mark?»

«For what he did, a nickname like that deserves it, don't you think?»

«It doesn't seem appropriate to me, actually...», said Dr. Chen, once she got up and moved closer to the two, to better observe the movements of the titan who had already saved the world twice.

«We're just kidding, Ilene!», Mark replied, «Three storms of a death song, the One who is Many, Gonorrhea...all synonyms-»

«Look here!»

The doctor pointed to the screen to signal a sudden movement of Godzilla, who had started moving again with energy after that sudden arrest of a short while ago. Apparently, the furious hurricane seemed to follow him, as the levels of radioactivity rose dramatically. They were proceeding to the outpost. Everyone in the room sweated cold. «I-it can't be...», Mark stammered.

«Ah, shit, here we go again...» «Ghidorah can't be seriously alive!» «Evidently Godzilla forgot a few pieces of Ichi on the street...», Dr. Stanton tried to play down, failing miserably.

«It generates storms in which it hides, it has been fighting with Godzilla for at least ten minutes, it increases the radiation levels...it's obviously him!» «Here I have to correct you, Mark.», replied the doctor. She was rather skeptical about any return of Ghidorah, which seemed impossible given her obvious death in the Battle of Boston. She wanted to find an explanation for that absurd riddle. «This unidentified entity does not emit any type of radiation, unlike the One who is Many or the King himself. We don't even know if it exists or not, if it was a coincidence that the hurricane followed Godzilla...»

«I propose to send a drone there, or even to go there to see what it is. It's all too strange...»

«With a force five hurricane that seems to get stronger with every passing second? No, thanks!», Mark exclaimed, rather agitated by the situation.

«Well, we have to somehow find a solution! All this could become dangerous if we do not intervene!» «Er...Doctor Chen ...»

Rick made a long line of concern mixed with discomfort and doubt, putting a finger on the screen and turning to Ilene.

«...He are approaching...»

«What?»

«The hurricane...is approaching...together with Godzilla...»

«Fantastic! Now let's die in here too!», Mark said desperately, putting a hand on his forehead, massaging it.

«The outpost is storm and hurricane-proof...we are in an area at risk, it is natural that this is the case, otherwise we would not have even built it!»

«Thanks for the story lesson, Dr. Chen, but as you said earlier, we have more important things to think about!»

Doctor Chen looked at Mark a little annoyed by his statements.

«Russel, maybe it's better if we go check it out...»

«We don't talk about i-»

The three jumped into air with fright, when the room was suddenly pervaded by a red light and assailed by a deafening din: it was the alarm. The hurricane was getting closer, and with him, a probably furious Godzilla.

«...Maybe it was better to be more careful with the monitor.» Rick complained sarcastically.

«Ah, everything goes perfectly as you said!»

«I never said that things are going perfectly, Russel...»

«Godzilla will kick our asses, he won't be as kind as he was two years ago!» «Oh, for God's sake, Mark, you're breaking-»

Dr. Stanton's voice was interrupted at the end by the sudden opening of the door of the room in which they were. It was Sam, pale, with immense fear in his face (as usual, I would say), as if a close relative had died, to bring bad news.

«Gentlemen...and madam, I believe you already know what I am going to tell you. G-Godzilla and a force five hurricane are approaching the base-»

«LYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!»

A very high-pitched and bursting scream, which in a few decibels would have broken glass, seemed to pierce the air at full volume, penetrating the ears of the unfortunate listeners. A scream never heard before, which placed fear in the souls of all the present ones.

«W-what the fuck was that?!», Mark exclaimed with his mouth open. «Certainly not Godzilla.»

Dr. Chen imposed herself with her voice, almost reassuringly typical of her. She was the only one who seemed not to be worried about that screaming throat thrown by who knows what: it was curiosity that moved her soul.

«We must go and see. Put on a jacket and let's go upstairs. I am alredy convinced he is fighting.»

«Ehm ... do we have to go?»

«Come on, Sam! We certainly can't sit with our hands!»

«... Ilene is right.»

The mythographer turned her gaze to Mark, almost surprised by his statement; after all, they had been in conflict for a few minutes.

«Can't I stay here?»

«No, Rick, you can't stay here. You will come with us.»

«And-what about me, Dr. Russel?»

«You too, Sam. Put your coat on and let's go.»

Rick got up from his chair, sighing heavily, rather annoyed. He swore in his mind that if it was yet another planetary threat, he would have thrown himself into the ocean. They all did as ordered, some with his times, some with others, and went out, taking the elevator, with the huge head of FeM.U.T.O. which watched them silently from above, attached to the wall of the base, beheaded by Godzilla in the battle of San Francisco in 2014. They arrived upstairs, with the saline ocean water around and the rain that beat wildly and uncontrollably against their clothes and their faces, as well as against the entire structure, against which the waves caused by that immense storm also clashed. Everyone, apart from Sam, who remained in the rear just before them, looked out at the metallic railing facing the gigantic whirlwind, still far but more than visible. The sky was obscured by gray and black clouds, while the turret continued to play the alarm signal.

A beam of blue light came out of the waters, pushing them by force and piercing the sky.

«...Well, there was no doubt that Godzilla was there, I think?», said Mark, in a mixture of fear, sarcasm and surprise.

«That was obvious...but I don't think he became a psychopath, you know! He must be fighting something!»

«Yes, Rick, but what?», Ilene asked rhetorically.

«We'll see-»

Everyone covered their ears again. That majestic and unknown cry, recognized as a battle by now, was issued again: the King of the Monsters came out of the waters violently with something white between the claws. It seemed to have fingers, and as the whole body emerged, thanks to the just dragged back covered with blue scales, it was understood that this was actually a wing. The colossal figure of Godzilla, almost entirely out of the sea by that time, answered the cry of struggle, more than supremely:

«SKREEEEEEOOOOOOOOOONGK!»

Everyone looked with open mouth, more or less terrified, at the titan and that unknown being who moved and rebelled against his grasp, still more than half submerged in the waves.

«What ... what the fuck is that?!»

Rick screamed, to say the least in amazement.

«I-it doesn't look like any of the titans we've identified so far!», Sam allowed himself to scream in the, who had now positioned himself with them on the fence.

Doctor Russel thought, and in this he was not even wrong: «{I have a bad feeling about all this ...}»

-Notes-

I'm not a native English speaker, so forgive me if you find mistakes!

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