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sparklingpax · 11 months

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"Would this make you feel better?" and of course Masterforce for the ask game if you'd like 😄

From this prompt list; yes, requests are still open :3

HII!! I hope this works :D

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Quick A/n:

-SORRY theres probably typos/mistakes here and there, this was 100% written on my phone; I finally had a good idea for this after two different tries at a story and then being busy with this sudden art project I've taken upon myself to complete hehe (ok unrelated but worth mentioning maybe?? idk--) anyway so. then I tagged along a trip to the park and had like an hour so...here it is ^^''

-set in canon! (insert my usual disclaimer abt what I mean by that ig)

-also, if anyone reading hasn't watched masterforce/did but might have forgotten, it's eluded to the fact that Cab can understand animals in the actual series! Even in a character song!! So...I slipped that in here briefly...just an fyi. I'm not making it up 👍💫

-Writing Hawk being like a kind parental figure is my favorite thing. Dad Hawk Supremacy™ (actually canon)

-Im gonna just put a slight tw for mentions of animal death. Nothing horrible, but it's part of the premise here so...yeah.

-uhhhhhhh.....thats all! Enjoy, I hope...

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It was all a blur, honestly.

And when Cab had finally returned to the cavern again…it was too late.

A shrill wail of horror went up into the air.

…

"Now, that won't account for irregularities with the alloy when put in contact with the new engine itself."

"It hasn't been tested to that level of heat yet?"

"Not quite. So to that, I'd actually like to suggest placing—"

A loud crash sounded from down the hall, causing Hawk, Ranger, and Diver all to snap upright. Startled, they hesitated to carry on, exchanging looks instead.

The silence hung for a moment longer before there was another loud noise.

This time, worry had immediately seemed to light Hawk's gaze, and he swiveled sharply in the direction of the door. Something tugged at him to leave the room and see what was up.

Perhaps he couldn't call it "parental" instinct, but it was somewhere in that ballpark.

It had struck him, suddenly, that he hadn't seen Cab at all today.

Though perhaps...this time-sensitive discussion should be concluded properly first...?

But the cloud of worry had already formed, beginning to rain immediately. Hawk was now unable to refocus on the discussion at hand, or the idea of it up again.

Was he maybe...jumping to conclusions?

As if to ask their permission, Hawk glanced at the other two, at the papers, then the door again.

Picking up on this, Diver and Ranger looked to one another and gave a short nod of agreement.

"We can pick this up later," Diver prompted as he reached over and started to fold the blueprints back up. Ranger rounded the table, tapping a stiffened Hawk on the shoulder gently.

"This isn't so urgent," he agreed quietly. "Let's go see what's up."

Hawk nodded firmly, gratefully, and took that as a cue to leave the room. He tried to walk out quickly, but found himself almost jogging instead. He figured the others would simply follow, so he didn't think to wait.

Emerging to the hall, he was met with the sight of Shuta's head peeking out from one of the rec rooms. He seemed to be debating stepping out or remaining in place, lip pursed in thought. Catching sight of Hawk and the others, however, seemed to shift his mind to decision, and he scampered up to the three.

"You heard it too?" He asked, blinking up at Hawk as they headed down the corridor. In response, Hawk gave a sharp nod.

They rounded the bend, seeing up ahead a shaft of yellowish light spilling from the crack in the door to the kitchen. Since it was usually the case that doors remained closed when rooms were in use, Hawk deduced that must be where the noise had originated from.

So far, there hadn't been any other noises, except—

Drawing nearer to the door, Hawk held out an arm and motioned the others to stay back. He leaned forward a bit, listening intently.

At first it was hard to make out, but the sound registered immediately after a couple seconds.

It was a small, wavering voice….

….crying?

Hawk felt a twinge in his stomach at the realization.

He immediately darted forward and to the threshold of the open door.

And immediately, felt his heart drop to his feet.

Before him was Cab, knelt on the floor, body wracked with each wordless sob that escaped him. His head was bowed, curled over something he was holding. He seemed unaware of Hawk as stood there, or of the others as they slowly shuffled in, gathering behind him.

Hawk took another step forward, peering closer to see what Cab was holding. He felt himself stiffen upon realizing.

Oh, Cab...

There was a small puppy in his arms, lying haggard....and limp.

Hawk eyes shut for a moment, turning his head downward. He knew without even having to ask or check...its little soul was no more.

No one dared utter a word.

A weighted air hung about the room, as the depressing sight took away whatever any of them could have mustered to say for the moment.

Hawk then listed his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the others, giving a sharp shake of his head. They seemed to get the message.

"I'll...get the simulation prep started, Hawk," Diver murmured quietly, ducking out of the room.

Meanwhile, Ranger had put a gentle hand on Shuta's shoulder.

"Hey, why don't we go finish that program you were trying to show me the other day…"

He ushered the boy in the other direction with a forced, light chuckle. Shuta didn't say a word back, eyes cast to the ground as he went along and out of the room.

Hawk watched them go for a moment, then turned back to Cab, his heart wrenching the more he regarded the sight. Weighing whether it would be more helpful to ask about what happened or simply remain as a presence, he drew closer until he stood right over Cab.

I could never presume to understand how much this hurts for him...

Finally opting for the latter, he knelt carefully and slowly, until they were eye-level, and then said nothing for a couple beats.

Hawk shifted his gaze to regard the animal, its fur matted slightly and its frame thin. Something didn't look right with its body, its bone structure…Hawk looked away again. It hurt too much.

It was their mission on this Earth to protect those who could not defend themselves.

To respect and preserve all life.

To save it.

And yet…we must still witness death.

Then, finally, Cab slowly began to raise his head, revealing a tear-streaked face, and an expression of such raw anguish that it made Hawk's breath catch in his throat. There was a look in the boy's eyes that he'd not yet seen.

For a moment, he almost panicked, not knowing what he should say or do...

Calm down. You just need to be someone there for him.

Hawk stared back at Cab, his own eyes shining with grief. Having known the animal or not, Hawk did regret its passing.

Wait for Cab to tell you what he needs, if he needs anything.

And finally, he did.

"I-I…um…" he reached up to rub at his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears. He took in another shuddering breath before turning his gaze back to Hawk.

"...I f-found her on the w-way back from, uhm…t-the...store…."

Every word wavered with the emotion he seemed to be fighting to hold back. It was like mere sticks holding back a flood.

Hawk simply nodded slowly, patiently. He gave such a calm and gentle expression, Cab felt his breathing begin to even out.

It was alright, the boy remembered.

In this place, it would be alright.

He took another breath and continued.

"S-she was probably a stray, cause...she was just there...starving on that sidewalk, w-walking under people's feet, so…I took her to a…s-safer place..."

Cab squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head again. His shoulders began to shake with the beginnings of another wave of sobs.

"I should've never left her alone!" He exclaimed, voicing rising. "I-I was just…trying to get her something to eat, cause...cause I didn't have anything w-with me…"

Hawk reached out, gently placing a hand on Cab's shoulder.

"It's my fault she's gone," he whispered, brokenly. The choked noise he made, in an effort to hold back his cries, hurt to hear. But Hawk knew it was necessary for Cab to take his time, let it out as he needed, uninterrupted.

"I-I heard her saying she was hungry so I left...I never shoulda left…" he repeated himself, seeming to clutch the animal closer.

It was with a heavy heart that Hawk realized the first thing to help Cab would be...distancing him from the animal. But for the moment, he simply continued to pat Cab's shoulder, a calming and rhythmic motion that...seemed to be helping.

And finally, Hawk decided to speak.

"Cab," he murmured gently. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But—"

"..."

"Cab," his tone was still as gentle, yet with more firmness. The boy quieted, as if focusing on Hawk's words before he could start to panic again.

"I know you might...feel that you were too slow in getting this animal what it needed."

"I'm...so sorry, Cab. I'm so sorry you went through this….it hurts and you feel at fault…but don't forget that you were trying to help. That's the most important part of all this."

He spoke softly and evenly, holding Cab's gaze.

"All those people in the street, who didn't even think to get someone who could help, that was their choice. You are not at fault for the omission of others."

One should not be made to feel guilty over what's beyond their control.

Cab shifted a bit, his breathing having evened out. He seemed in consideration of those words, as if the thought had never once crossed his mind.

Considering the present state of the animal, Hawk surmised it had been beyond saving when Cab had found it. He only hoped he could get Cab to understand...he shouldn't hold himself personally responsible for the unfortunate inevitable.

But Hawk didn't exactly…know how to say that without it sounding insensitive in one capacity or another. Or at least, he was sure of that much.

Hawk considered saying more, but abandoned the thought as quickly as he'd had it. He ultimately figured that, for the moment, letting the words sink in was a better idea.

And that was the last thing Cab needed at this moment.

What he needed, was quiet. Gentleness. Patience.

So they sat with the silence for a little bit, listening to distant sounds from outside the room, and out the window.

Hawk found his gaze drifting to the objects that had fallen to the floor, accounting for the crash earlier. Judging by their positions, it was likely the result of Cab having stumbled into the room without looking.

Honestly, how could he with what he was preoccupied with? Hawk nodded to himself. Of course, he'd get to cleaning it up later.

As for—

"Uhm…Hawk?"

Hawk jolted a little at his name. He'd gotten lost in his thoughts, he realized. He centered his gaze back on Cab.

"Yes?"

"Can…we…bury her?"

With something of a sad smile, Hawk felt his heart wrench. It was a sight so bittersweet that Hawk felt tears well up in his own eyes.

"Would...this make you feel better, Cab?"

He nodded firmly. He reached up and rubbed at his tears again, now probably dried a bit. He then looked back up.

The smile he gave Hawk was as sad as his own.

"Then...let's do it."

"I think..it'd make her feel better, too."

Hawk gave the boy's shoulder another pat before they both stood up.

Cab smiled, his eyes shimmering with something complex. Somewhere in there, though, they shone with peace.

A single tear slid down his cheek, as he looked at the puppy again, then back at Hawk.

And Cab nodded.

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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Red time :D I’m watching Jojo

Pregame

Ollie freaking out that they’re supposed to change skins 😂

Mmm yes studying time

I am taking so many notes queen

What are Jojo’s teammates’ pronouns? She used they/them for Ollie but idk

Also heads up that I don’t know Spanish so I’m just gonna be smiling and nodding

J… my beloved

Ollie so proud of having done their homework :))

Kara doing her best, we stan (I know absolutely zero Spanish send help)

WHY SANDS EARLY???? 😭😭😭

Ok it makes sense since there are a lot of new people but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be happy about it /hj

They are the underdogs, I believe

Jojo being so proud of Ollie and how much they’ve studied <333

“Oh my god I love the emojis” I love Ollie ;-;

I want them to win so bad, you don’t get it

“We’re on the same team!!” “Not right now” I love Ollie and Jojo’s banter so much

Ollie talking about how they hope this could be the start of MCC including more Spanish streamers and being really excited to be part of the event being more open to other communities :)))

Oh my gosh mc ultimate, that was so long ago

We do a little bit of breathing, so true

Me not knowing a lick of Spanish but loving the energy :))

I only know like five words in Spanish so I’m just vibing and every now I’m then like “ah yes, bien means good”

It probably says something that listening to people talking in another language doesn’t even sound weird to me because of how hard APD goes, it just sounds like this to me sometimes even when I do know the language lmao

The “THIRTO YNE” in the sky 😂

Rocket Spleef

The excited/nervous energy on this team is so endearing, they’re all so happy to be here but also with a healthy coat of anxiety

Them all cheering Jojo on :))

That last minute elimination lol

THE MCC LORE!!! THEYRE LOOKING TO HIRE A NEW SKYWRITER CAUSE THEIR CURRENT ONE MESSED UP!!! I love MCC you guys

TGTTOSAWAF

Gonna be real, I was spaced the heck out during this game, Jojo did well tho!!

Parkour Warrior

So do we know what happened with Shadoune?

They’re a player down but they’re keeping morale up :))

Jojo’s ability to first try the wavy bridge thing is incredibly intimidating actually

She’s going for the hard ending!!

That checkerboard is breaking my brain but I kinda love it???

The STRESS

Ollie’s popping off tho

FIRST!!!! oh wait nevermind 😭😭😭

Parkour Tag

They’re popping off!!! They’re lasting so long so often!!

The way you can tell that they’re having so much fun now that they’ve found a groove :))

Capitan top 5!!!

“Chat, I was the nerf” Jojo 😂

Sylvee my beloved

What song even is this lol

OH it’s good for you, helps when you can actually hear the instrumental lmao

Holy crap Bad, I know he didn’t mean it but that is the most backhanded compliment in existence

Grid Runners

They’re doing well!!

That copy the sculpture was pain tho

It felt like they figured out the rod thing really quick

Meltdown

I’m so ready for them to pop off, you don’t understand

Jojo frantically switching to English when she gets frozen is way funnier to me than it should be

Ayyyy they won the first round :D

Nooooo them just running around a locked room is and falling into the lava together :((

Survival Games

Gonna be honest, the pov I have to read subtitles for probably isn’t the one I should be watching while drawing lol

They’re doing great though!! People are just dropping like flies and they’re killing it

They swept blue!!

YOOO first place with all surviving!!!

“Hispanic on top!!! Vamos!!” Hell yeah!!!

“The Spanish Inquisition” 😂😂😂

He doesn’t know where the sand goes 😭😭😭

Sands of Time

The “holã HBomb” in the chat <333

I believe in jojosolos sot supremacy

They all sound so stressed but that’s not really an indicator of how good it’s going in sands lol

It’s so funny to hear “oh my gosh” after 90% of the English words in this call have been “f*ck” or “ok” lol

It’s super possible indeed :)))

YEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

Dodgebolt

Them <333

Capitan 1v3!!

THEY WONN!!!!!!!

Jojo winning shot my beloved <3

MASSIVE DUB FOR SPANISH SPEAKERS EVERYWHERE!!!!

Jojo appreciation hour <333

THEY DIDNT EVEN KNOW ABOUT THE COIN 😭😭😭 “we get a prize?” I’m losing it

They’re so excited about the box <33

“I’m gonna propose to my girlfriend with that” OLLIE 😂

Ollie wanting to team with English streamers too :))

“I think Jojo- she doesn’t speak English, right?” “I don’t- no- I…” “No?” The absolute flub 😂

They’re so excited to come back :((((( I love them :(((

I love chill after calls :))

Captain/capitan team <333

#mcc 31 #mc championship #nerdy’s mcc reactions #jojosolos #shadoune #olliegamerz #capitangato #cw caps

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theoriginalladya · 1 year

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Shepard asks: 4, 22, 39 for Caleb?

Ahhhh, my boy!!! Thank you for asking about him! <3

Questions are from this list

4. Is your Shepard any good at poker?

Hmmm. Excellent question! I don't think Caleb's bad at poker, necessarily, but I don't think it's really his thing. When he sees a deck of cards, he's not thinking of the games he could play with it but is wondering if he should be doing a card reading for himself (or someone else nearby) instead. :D That said, he is good enough to beat Donnelly in ME2. Maybe with a bit of assistance from Gabby. ;) (shh, it's a secret between them! lol)

22. What’s the last thing Shepard ate before the final reaper showdown?

Honestly? He forgets to eat. He's so damned busy trying to make sure everything's ready, etc. he doesn't even think about eating. Kaidan, of course, has him figured out by this point and gives him a protein bar on the way down to the shuttle bay before they land on Earth and will NOT let him off the lift until he's eaten it. Caleb (still getting used to the requirements for biotics) doesn't argue and eats it.

39. Do they keep around any sentimental items?

What kind of Irishman would he be if he didn't have anything sentimental? LOL He has several things, actually.

a) the St. Senan's medal he wears with his dog tags that Athair gives him as he's leaving Ireland when he's 18. It gets lost in the shuffle somewhere after Alchera and he goes all of ME2 without it, but Athair (thanks to a little finagling from Anderson) comes to see Caleb when he's incarcerated and gives him a new one.

b) the deck of cards that Saoirse gives him back during his Reds days when she teaches him how to read them. These are also lost over Alchera. When Abby figures that out (probably because of something Tali or Garrus or Joker says), she gets him a new deck of cards to use.

c) A small book of Irish poetry he and Ashley find on the Citadel together during ME1. He'd bought it for her after their talk about poetry, but when she's lost on Virmire, he holds onto it. He gives it to Abby just after the Battle of the Citadel (they meet on Earth). She has it when she comes on board the SR2 in ME2 and leaves it with him.

d) I suppose you could say his N7 tattoo on his right arm is sentimental, in a way. He doesn't get it just because he's made N7, but because he and Coats go out to celebrate, get slightly sloshed and when a waitress gets the two of them confused (they look enough alike to cause confusion with a quick glance), they decide to get tattoos to tell them apart. Coats suggests the N7 design, Caleb adds the Celtic braid. (in reverse: Caleb arranges for Coats to get one on his ass with a shamrock that says "kiss me I'm Irish" around it)

e) after the war, when he and Kaidan and the kids are back at the Alenko orchard, there are others. Their wedding rings (claddagh rings) are definitely sentimental to the both of them. The moose things that Abby sends them because apparently the moose becomes a 'thing'. The piano that Kaidan gets Caleb their first Christmas together. etc.

Thank you so much for such wonderful questions about Caleb!!!

#50 questions for commander shepard #ladya's ocs #Caleb Shepard #mshenko #OTP: Brothers in Arms

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papipopsicle · 3 years

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

part eight?

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twstarchives · 3 years

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Let’s Play Magift!

Chapter 1

♡—Sports Field—♡

Ruggie: The entrance ceremony finished and now we started our club fair...

But it’s been really quiet around our club. Any freshmen that come to check it out just leave right after.

Vargas: You guys need to make more noise! Tighten your cores! Don’t you want to get physiques as beautiful as mine?!

Leona: It figures when we’ve got this guy as our advisor.

Ruggie: Ah... Yeah, you’re right.

Vargas: Hm...? What is this? None of the new students came to see what we’re all about?

Ruggie: So far, not really.

Vargas: Magift is a mage’s prime sport, where players possessing both muscle and magic compete against each other...

And NO freshmen showed up?! That’s a stain on our prestigious mage-training school’s name of Night Raven College!

Leona: You know all the freshmen chickened out ‘cause of how stiflin’ you are, right?

Vargas: No excuses! As the club leader, it’s your job to bring in swarms of freshmen. Got it?!

Leona: Tch... You think I’m gonna deal with that BS?

Oi Ruggie, go out and catch a few random first-year pipsqueaks.

Ruggie: Huh?! Why me?!

But first of all, picking a bunch of wimps at random means they won’t be able to handle our club’s intense training.

Leona: I know. I’m not expectin’ them to. But that meat head’ll only be satisfied if we’ve got a group together.

We can find a time to recruit members that actually have potential later. For now, go coax or threaten ‘em, I don’t care—just round up some little mice for us.

Ruggie: Hah... Guess you won’t let me refuse, huh? Okay. I’ll bring us a few new members.

...But I’m not doing this for free! How about you give me one donut for every person I bring?

Leona: A cheap price for keeping Vargas shut up. Now get going.

Ruggie: You got it! Okay, I’m leaving.

♡—Exterior Hallway—♡

Ruggie: Let’s see... How to go about this...

They could easily ignore me if I went around promoting our club, and it’d be a waste of time to go up to people one by one—hm?

Octavinelle Student A: Hey, how should we go explore the sports clubs?

Heartslabyul Student B: The campus here is so huge. I have no idea where each of the clubs are working.

Ruggie: Looks like the freshmen are lost. I mean, I had trouble when I was new too.

Freshmen, lost, exploring the clubs...

Shishishi, that gave me a good idea!

Chapter 2

♡—Exterior Hallway—♡

Ruggie: Hey, you freshmen over there. Where are you trying to go?

Heartslabyul Student B: Huh? Who’s that? Do you know him?

Octavinelle Student A: No... I’ve never seem him before.

Ruggie: Ahh, my bad, did I scare you? I’m Ruggie Bucchi, a second-year in Savanaclaw.

My adorable juniors looked like they needed some help, so I couldn’t just leave them to fend for themselves!

Octavinelle Student A: Oh, he’s an upperclassman.

Heartslabyul Student B: We wanted to go look at the sports clubs. But we’re not sure where to start...

Ruggie: I feel you! I was always getting lost last year~ To get to the sports field, keep going this way and then take the second right...

Wait, telling you probably isn’t going to help, right? I could give you a tour of the different sports clubs if you’d like!

Heartslabyul Student B: Wow, we scored big time meeting a nice upperclassman! I’d gladly take you up on that, if you wouldn’t mind?

Savanaclaw Student C: Did you hear that? Looks like they’re getting a tour of the sports clubs.

Diasomnia Student D: Let’s see if they’ll let us join them too.

Epel: Jack... Apparently they’re doing a club tour.

I don’t know where any of the club activities are being held. It’d be nice if we were shown around... maybe?

Jack: I don’t know how I feel about moving in a crowd, but it’d probably be faster than looking around by ourselves.

(Chatting...)

Ruggie: If there are any other curious first-years, feel free to tag along! We might as well all go looking around together!

Everyone: Thank you!

Ruggie: Whoa, this was a fast catch! (...I got more of them than I expected!)

Okay, let’s begin our club tour! Make sure you all follow me!

♡—Sports Field—♡

Silver: Next I’ll jump over those hurdles. Hup!

Ruggie: Man~ Silver looks so picture-perfect when he’s gallantly riding that horse!

It might look like he’s just nicely sitting on its back, but this is a full-body sport.

If you join the horseback riding club, you’ll have to thoroughly train muscles you don’t normally use, and strengthen your core to keep yourself balanced!

(Sebek’s horse whinnies)

Sebek: Oi, you humans!

You’ve been talking too loud! It’s annoying! My horse can’t concentrate because of you. Leave!

Savanaclaw Student C: Aah? Who’s this smug-talkin’ bastard? You wanna fight?

Sebek: Did you not hear me when I said to leave? I have no qualms about forcibly removing you with magic if I must!

???: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!

Sebek: Wha-What’s this collar?! Kgh, I can’t get it off!

Everyone: Huh? A collar?! What’s that?!

(Murmuring...)

Riddle: I understand you may be a new member. However, now that we’ve accepted your registration form, I will not allow any behavior that damages the horse-riding club’s reputation.

But this is a nice opportunity. Sebek, I will teach you very well how to behave towards students who aren’t from Diasomnia.

Ruggie: That guy right there is Riddle, a second-year. He’s the dorm leader of Heartslabyul and the top honors student of his grade.

If you join this club, he’ll teach you a whole lot of proper etiquette on top of horse-riding techniques.

...I mean, as you can see, if you go against the rules you’ll get a somewhat strict coaching session.

Octavinelle Student A: “S-Somewhat”? That kind of strictness is way out of line!

Diasomnia Student D: Count me out if we get a collar put on us just for breaking a rule!

Ruggie: Oh, really~? Well, okay, onto the next one!

♡—Gymnasium—♡

Jamil: Left side’s open!

Diasomnia Student D: That person got past three defenders without breaking a sweat. That crossover dribble was awesome!

Ruggie: Whew~! Jamil’s so cool~! If this was a game stadium, the crowd would be going wild right about now.

Basketball is a basic sport where everyone plays both the offense and the defense. One of its highlights is that you play an active role no matter what position you’re in.

The thing is, with our basketball club...

Ace: C’mon, stop being unreasonable!

I told you I can’t catch your pass when the ball’s coming at me like a bullet! I literally just joined this club!

Floyd: Hah? I didn’t know that. Get a grip and do something about it then.

I’ll even do passing drills with you if you really want me to.

Ace: Agh, he threw it again! I can’t—time out! I don’t wanna be covered in bruises first thing after joining!

Ruggie: Our basketball club assesses you based on your abilities. It’s possible even for first-years to be first-string players!

...Well, that’s assuming you actually win against those strong upperclassmen.

Heartslabyul Student B: There’s no way I could face the one with that scary look in his eyes!

Diasomnia Student D: Getting a ball hurled at us at that speed? No thanks!

Ruggie: Oh~? Is that what you think~? Well, let’s move onto the next one!

♡—Sports Field—♡

Vargas: You should’ve tried harder to push through just now! Don’t give up so easily! Get greedier about taking home that victory!

Epel: Wow...! It’s hard to believe this is just practice with that energy!

Jack: Just what you’d expect from a school known for its outstanding magift players...!

Ruggie: Oh, are you guys interested in the magift club?

Jack: Yeah. I always thought it was incredible when I used to watch broadcasts of the tournaments.

Epel: Me too! I think I want to be in the magift club after all.

Ruggie: (This first-year from our dorm said his name is Jack, right? I knew he looked big ‘n brawny...)

(But looking closer, you can see the difference in his training level clear as day. No doubt is he going to be promising in the future.)

(Nevermind that tiny Pomefiore kid next to him, maybe Leona’ll give me a special reward if this guy joins our club!)

(I have ‘em pretty won over already, but let me give it one last kick.)

Our school is known for its powerful magift team. We’ve got our own personal practice arena, and during tournaments, the school is bustling with visitors!

There are countless kids just like you who watch our games on TV and aspire to someday be like them. We’re a famous club!

Ignihyde Student E: It’s true that their coach is extremely enthusiastic. ...But, you know...

Octavinelle Student A: They’d force us to undergo rigorous training everyday here.

Diasomnia Student D: It’d probably be hard to be a first-string player.

Heartslabyul Student B: So there’d be no telling whether or not they put you on the bench? There’s no point in doing all this strenuous practice if you don’t even get to play in the matches.

Ruggie: ......

...You’re right about that. I admit, times might get rough.

But...

Chapter 3

♡—Sports Field—♡

Ruggie: ...You’re right about that. I admit, times might get rough.

But...

If you join our magift club, you’ll definitely be making improvements everyday!

There’s no sport as fun as this! I started liking magift more after I became a member too.

Heartslabyul Student B: Ah...

Yeah right! Like I believe that! You were only trying to persuade us into joining!

Octavinelle Student A: I knew something felt off. So you were just duping us!

Ruggie: Hey, don’t jump to accuse me like that. No one asked me what club I’m part of.

Anyway, what I was trying to say was...

You guys got into the Night Raven College. It’d be a real waste if you didn’t join its magift club!

Epel: Um... Would it be difficult for short players like me to succeed...?

Ruggie: !!

No way! If anything, I’m sure you’d make a huge impact on our team if you used your body to its full potential!

Epel: Huh...? I could? With my stature?!

Ruggie: You can easily move around when players are crowded together, so you could catch the enemy off guard and steal their disc.

Agility and quick fingers make for very effective weapons. That’s what the sport of magift is all about!

Jack: If I remember correctly, wasn’t there a support player on this school’s team known for how swift and adept he was?

Heartslabyul Student B: I know who you’re talking about! His moves were always unpredictable. He would steal the disc in an instant and pass it places you’d never think of!

Diasomnia Student D: He was a first-string player, right? They called him the Disc Thief on the livestreams.

Savanaclaw Student C: Wasn’t he a hyena beastman?

Epel: Is that by any chance...

Ruggie: Man~ I’ve gotten pretty famous, huh~?

Everyone: Whoa!! That’s amazing! When you take a closer look, it’s actually him!!

Jack: His vibe is completely different during the games, so I didn’t notice at all...

Epel: How did you come to be a player that gets to be in the matches—a first-stringer?!

Ruggie: I never really played magift as a kid, and I wasn’t blessed with a big physique or anything.

The reason a rookie like me could rise up as a first-string player was all thanks to our club leader Leona.

Practice is hard, and Coach Vargas’s coaching is really strict. If I’m being honest, sometimes I felt like giving up myself.

But Leona gave me all kinds of directions and tasks, ordering me to “Do this, do that.”

And then one day I realized:

Whenever I’d be working on whatever Leona was forcing m—er, asking me to do, I got more persevering than ever.

And now, our strict routines feel like nothing to me! I owe it to Leona for making each day so fulfilling.

Epel: The club leader of the prestigious Night Raven magift club. He must be incredible...

Ruggie: He is! He’s a commanding leader during the games, but generally he respects our freedom to work on our own.

By doing that, he helps us see where we’re lacking. He’s an amazing club head!

Any student’s got the potential to be a first-stringer under Leona.

That’s why, guys... Join me—let’s play magift together!

Epel: Senpai...!

...I’m going to join the magift club! And someday, I’m going to be a first-stringer!

Heartslabyul Student B (whispering): If that puny little kid joins, things might go pretty well for us, don’t you think?

Octavinelle Student A (whispering): Yeah. At least now I won’t have to worry about being considered the most useless member here.

Heartslabyul Student B: I’ll also join the magift club!

Everyone: Me too!

I’m joining too!

Ruggie: (Shishishi, just as planned! I knew I’d fish in all the others if I could get that dainty sheltered boy first.)

(Man~ I got a huge haul! I’m going to have donuts for days!)

(But considering they’re joining after falling for an act like that, they’re all probably dead weights.)

(I have no idea how many of ‘em will last, but that mighty-looking one from my dorm should be good.)

(He’s bound to excel at our strict practices and contribute to our team in the future. ...Wait.)

(He looks at Jack, who seems unamused)

Ruggie: (H-Huh? Something’s kinda off...?!)

♡—Dwarfs’ Mine - Campsite—♡

Ruggie: Oh, yeah. I almost forgot that happened.

Epel: When you were talking us into joining, I thought you seemed like a really enthusiastic guy... But you’re actually nothing like that, Ruggie... I think.

Ruggie: I thought you were going to give up and quit right away too.

Epel: Th-That’s mean...

Ruggie: C’mon, let me finish. You surprised me in a good way.

Unlike everyone who did quit immediately, you practice as hard as you can everyday, and you never give a single whine or complaint.

You’re catching up to me and Leona’s skills too! You’ve got a lot of guts, despite how you look.

Epel: Hehe. Practice is really tough, but I’ll keep going as hard as I can so I get even stronger!

Ruggie: Haha... Well, don’t overdo it, okay?

Deuce: Setting up our tent went smoothly.

Jack: Yeah. Next we gotta go find things to eat...

Ruggie: (Ahh, I regret that cliché “Join me—let’s play magift together!” spiel I did...)

(I hadn’t known Jack was the kinda guy that prefers working alone, so I failed to win him over when I promoted the magift team’s teamwork.)

(Maybe he wouldn’t have joined the more solitary track and field club if I hadn’t screwed up back then...)

(Every time I see Jack training at Savanaclaw in the mornings, it makes me think ‘That was a big fish I let get away.’)

Epel: Ruggie? Is something on your mind?

Ruggie: (...Well, there’s nothing I can do about the past.)

(I was focused on quantity over quality, and my bait and traps weren’t exactly set out for Jack.)

(But I got an honest, gutsy junior out of this, so this didn’t end up bad at all.)

(Plus... thanks to Epel, I got to enjoy almost a month’s worth of donuts!)

Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking about an efficient way to get our food.

I’m counting on you again this camping trip, Epel.

Epel: ...Of course!

Ruggie: Okay, let’s go secure our campfire and snag some fish.

Just you wait and see. I’m going to fill a whole bucket full of ‘em.

I’ve always been good at fishing, you know.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Psychopathia Sexualis - Chapter 1

Sequel to The Interpretation of Dreams

Pairing: Modern AU Professor Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader

Summary: After experiencing a whirlwind enemies-turned-lovers romance with the imposing Professor Laszlo Kreizler, things have been wonderful for you. Your studies are coming along, work is enjoyable, and you are in a stable relationship with the man you believe to be the love of your life. Suddenly, everything threatens to come crashing down with the arrival of a face from the past. Will jealousy and desire consume you and destroy the love you finally found?

WC: 1116

Rated: M (will increase in later chapters)

Chapter Tags: domestic fluff, age difference, technically student/teacher relationship, mentions of daddy kinks & sugar daddies

🧠

Time passed quickly since the day you and the doctor finally admitted your feelings for each other. After that you were practically inseparable. You resumed work as his TA, only occasionally getting distracted, but the term was over after a few short weeks anyway. You had agreed to keep everything rather low key, so as not to encourage the wrath of the university. There was no actual rule against graduate students coupling with professors. Nevertheless, the practice was often frowned upon, and you didn’t want Laszlo to get in trouble. If anyone asked, you were just ‘friendly coworkers that sometimes ate meals together after work’. Most didn't pay attention to you anyway since you weren't friends with any underclassmen. Despite the fifteen year age difference you were both on the same page with the seriousness of the relationship. You knew how you felt about each other.

Sara and John found out right away. Because they had expected it to happen anyway there was no reason to hide it from them. The two were beyond happy for you. Whether Laszlo had noticed John slip a twenty dollar bill into Sara’s hand after the admission you’ll never know; at your raised brow John just shrugged and said that it was "about damn time". Bitsy was equally as delighted for you. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was also glad you would be out of the house more often so that she could spend time with her own boyfriend, Lucius.

Now, you are laying on your Laszlo’s bed scrolling through social media. The wintery weather outside his bedroom window gives you a chill despite the warmth of the fireplace he has burning. You were still not over just how nice his place was. It was in a rather upscale part of town and was roughly three times the size of your place. The townhouse style was similar in fashion to his office at the university - full of dark ornate wood and books and even a chandelier in the foyer. When you had asked how he afforded something like this in the heart of the city, he had just said a wealthy great uncle or other had left it in the family. With Laszlo being the only surviving member he inherited it.

Your love was getting himself ready in the bathroom. He had a department meeting to attend on campus in an hour. Tomorrow the new spring term would begin, and you were to resume your post as his TA. An errant thought crosses your mind as you admire the expensive looking painting hung on his wall.

“Laz?”

“Yes, Bärchen?” his response echoes in the large bathroom. You smile at the nickname, little bear. He’d given it to you because he said your presence was like that of a bear, ready to fight to protect herself and those she cared about.

“Are you my sugar daddy?” You can see his reflection in the mirror. He looks scandalized by the implications of your question.

“What would prompt you to ask that?” A blush forms on the apples of his cheeks.

“I mean think about it, I spend time with you - an older, exceedingly handsome, wealthy man - and in return I get orgasms and nice things.” Truth is, you are joking entirely, you know the relationship is conventional. You just like to watch him squirm with teasing like this.

He walks into the bedroom and picks his sweater off the bed next to you. “You're teasing me," he accuses with a grin. "I hardly think it can be considered as that sort of arrangement when you get paid because you are employed to work for me. It is merely happenstance that the other characteristics should parallel themselves to that of a…” he searches for the words, “financial benefactor.” You laugh at his unwillingness to say ‘sugar daddy’. “As for the orgasms…” he smirks and drops a kiss to your head.

He finishes dressing as you bury yourself under the duvet. “What are your plans while I’m detained?”

“I don’t know, figured I would just take it easy today. I need to be well rested for my first day at work tomorrow - I hear some pretty ruthless things about this German doctor I’m going to be working with.” You get off the bed and wrap your arms around Laszlo’s waist. “But I don't know, I think I’ll like the guy.” He leans in to give you a chaste kiss.

Checking his watch he sees that he needs to leave lest he be late for the meeting. “You’re welcome to stay here while I’m gone. It shouldn’t be more than an hour or two at most. Perhaps we will go to Delmonicos for dinner to celebrate the beginning of a new term.”

“Sounds great, daddy,” you wink. Normally you didn’t tease him this much, but you were in a playful mood.

He rolls his eyes. “Remind me why it is that I tolerate you?”

“‘Cause you love me,” you retort with a broad smile.

He brings your hand up, kissing the back of it as he turns to leave. Softly he whispers “Indeed I do.”

Laszlo fiddles with the pen in his hand. The upcoming semester was no different than previous ones. He had stopped taking ‘notes’ long ago as the head of the department continued to drone on. Laszlo would admit, the meeting had drawn on longer than anticipated and he had lost focus on the last few minutes. He would rather be at home in your company than here.

“Before we end the meeting I do have one last exciting announcement - many of you have been around long enough to remember, but we are pleased to be welcoming back Dr. Stratton as a visiting professor this semester!” the department head cheered. At the mention of a Dr. Stratton Laszlo perked up.

“Dr. Karen Stratton will be conducting outside research in the city, so I have asked that she grace us with her presence in teaching an elective on her speciality: sexual deviancy. Unfortunately, she is on a flight to the states as we speak, otherwise I know she would be here to greet you all herself.”

Karen was coming to New York?

The thought excited him, as he hadn’t seen her since he moved to the States four years ago. He and Karen had followed each other's work for years before meeting at a symposium in Vienna almost six years prior. The two remained close until he accepted the current position and fell out of touch.

Meeting over, Laszlo sent you a text to be ready for Delmonico’s when he got home. He had much to look forward to this term.

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Hi! I’m still not really over the last episode (and that happy montage in the end i-) and I’m feel confused about what’s part of the episode was fake. I mean the end totally is. But all Chuck scene was superweird too. And sometimes i think that it should be Cas instead of Lucifer and Jack felt him. I mean... confused! How do you feel about that?

Okay so here’s the thing -- this is a multifaceted episode--

BuckLeming, while often herded efficiently by Dabb, can muddy up the textual waters, leave gaps, and things unexplained.

However, that doesn’t account for Showalter’s choices in direction. Dutch shots out the ASS which are typically used to evoke that something is "wrong." Lots of panoramas, tracking shots, zooms and blurs in ways that simply are-not-standard for SPN. Extreme aerial shots.

One might even think “maybe it’s Chuck looking in on them!” but then you realize the same overhead view zoomed out on *Chuck* even and panned out to the horizon again.

One of the early mega-zooms literally zoomed out to The World, even. I’m just gonna gesture people to my tag on that and let them think on that, much less the empty world orbiting on the news or whatever the hell else.

There were *several* Cas-baits, yes. Yes, that was intentional from our actual authors.

But when it comes down to “fake episode”, here’s where we were at.

15.17-19 run immediately concurrently. At the end of 17, Chuck says this was his ending.

Now, the Winchesters largely derailed that ending, so Chuck was writing new material.

But Chuck is also seeking death.

He wrote a suicide note in 11. He wrote the story that would end in him and Amara being eradicated. And whatever influence he was exerting forcefully with Michael and Lucifer to bop the story around was all in the interest of seeing his book. One might think “to keep the Winchesters from killing him”, but he was desperate to see what his ending WAS, to know it and experience it and scream after them.

The dour taking of “no one cares” right after “I care(d)” about humanity is its own highlight going on. But wait, there’s MORE.

When Dabb dropped his pre-episode thing, we started talking before the episode.

So I mean, I think what we were *mostly* witnessing is the pen being ripped away.

But this is that emptiness that lingers even with Chuck generally resolved. They’re still kinda on the pages. The book is presented as shut, and the next steps are not taken. Development stops, if not drops.

This entire thing is so meta my damn head hurts.

Summarily: Is it just like, some weird AU that’s gonna go away? Not so much. Is it an incomplete portion of the story told from a skew? Absolutely. And is there still someone watching over them? T’would seem so. The whole World, even. Beyond Chuck.

Now the point at which we start blocking off issues of “eugenie writes like she’s 3″ is where we ask about things like “god power” or whatever else being thrown in the mix along with eugenie’s ki ball special effects that are literally always unique to her episodes, even if other people have to add the SFX.

So while it was a good bit of masterful work to do it via buckleming for this style of bump, it still inevitably has its flaws because... buckleming. But... Showalter was there. And one thing to note is almost every single scene entrance had some sort of major pan or zoom effect. That’s not typical for him.

The entire thing is designed to evoke, directorially:

One style: crooked shots, unlevel, unbalanced, uneasy feeling.

Second style: Over-under; some force is watching them on high, while others have a sort of brechtian absurdity, which seats it like a play on an elevated stage.

We are the audience, looking up at figures half the episode; but a second audience is looking in from “on high” and out over the world. As if perhaps even from the heavens.

Third style: CSI Miami, basically? Parts of this episode were sectioned off to be like a procedural crime drama in its cinematography and flashbacks. Which is ironic, because Dean loathes procedural dramas, but at the same time some of this fandom demands a procedural monster show instead of a family drama show.

Sam and Dean barely have any lines in the episode *until* we hit Crime Drama Time. Then suddenly, they reveal all of their case work. Despite Dean’s hatred of crime dramas, this is honestly when I feel like the brothers kicked in their own pen.

Let’s play a game-- the winchesters are aware they can write their own story. So they start telling the story they think people want to hear, or maybe just fill in the gaps from when Chuck gets dropped on his ass. Maybe Dean’s the one writing about how many times god punched them in the face whereas Sam is breaking down the crime scene investigation front. Another, where it feels like we’re loosely circling the war table as others lightly wander too.

But everything before that is the first and second style, and even after that, the overview-angle remains. The uneasiness is gone but there is an emptiness otherwise. But we are no longer spectators from beneath the stage, but staring into them.

I still very much expect everyone to “die” one more time and several specifics to choose to walk back into life at the end of it.

Is it a *complete* false narrative? No. We’re not just gonna turn around and be like “oh that whole ep didn’t happen.” But the writer lost his pen and got jacked at one point, while we also observed the stage from a series of angles as different audiences.

Riddle me this: Why show the World? “Because it’s empty and just them!” okay but there’s a lot of ways to show that which actually gets that point a whole lot better across than “here, here’s a planet that still looks lit up”--yes I know electricity is still running until stuff runs out but essentially speaking, the end of the episode shows us the kind of dramatic shots that could be used for that.

CASey just poofed in the World in the TV, seems legit.

Let’s see these overhead angles again, knowing it isn’t just Chuck.

This sort of overview is known for causing a “dollhouse effect” that derealizes the episode and makes them seem, well, like toys. Which is interesting. Because Chuck isn’t the only one watching them on high.

Cool, this is fine.

Either way, the entire episode is DESIGNED to cause some major uncanny valley. There’s a lot of parts that simply *haven’t been told or filled in.* It’s almost like evasive maneuvering, half the content just never made it to print, and what did wasn’t in its best draft. There may be battling authors, or a transition of authorship. But the thing is: this is not the complete story.

There is an entire missing section about Sam and Dean even finding out that Jack is a power siphon which they hadn’t witnessed yet much less arranged an entire plan.

Even Chuck’s episodes are generally told from the general POVs of the Winchesters, but this was absolutely not.

Matthew 28: 18: And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Put a pin in that one.

Unless CHUCK IS WRITING HIS OWN FAKE DRAMATIC END, the overhead view, however, IS NOT CHUCK PERSPECTIVE.

-- Regardless, the metaness of “fish in a toilet bowl BRL plot” stacked into this makes it very difficult to accurately decipher the lines, especially with only one watch so far--just skimming back through right now to grab a few things I remember.

Some parts are plot salad buckleming.

Some parts are us as forced spectators of a stage play.

some parts are shifting authorship

Some parts are the heavens looking out over the earth it loves.

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It almost feels as if, within enclosed spaces, unsteadiness and stageplay, we have Chuck’s POV.

But by the end it ceases to have any relevance, as he is no longer the author, and instead, we have the Presence of Being overseeing them, letting the Winchesters argue for their own proverbial pen in their own storytellings between here and there.

ALTERNATE PROPOSAL:

it is all one point of view. All of it. Pretend you’re someone’s eyes on a situation, you just happen to be in the sky half the time, and the uncanny valley is pulling forward the concept of being a presence that simply isn’t *there.* For example we're looking extremely closely at passed out dean but the camera turns and raises to level with Sam before Dean gets up. Our viewership lens is rising to meet Sam.

The camera stays in motion to fill a role or slot of a viewer. At first it’s haunting and ominous, but at other times, it’s simply part of the room, when it isn’t hovering from on high. Rather than speaking of empty space, we are viewing The World through that empty space, as if it were a Being.

Just a few more eye catching shots.

But whoever or whatever frames the end, even without Chuck--like the story is still turning on the pages, roughly.

The montage at the end feels like the Swan Song one, more or less, but there’s no narrator, no chuck.

The writer, the writer we know at least, is Absent.

Men are writing their own Stories.

But they aren’t alone.

I know how you see yourself. Angry and dark like your father. You think that’s what you are. But you are the most loving man in the whole world. That is who you are.

Someone does care. Even if right now, Sam and Dean don’t feel like anyone does.

...Because of you. I cared. For you, for Sam, for Jack, for the Whole World.

I cared.

“That’s not who I am.”

I am.

I speak therefore I am.

#supernatural #spn #15.19 #meta #my meta #the world #world #absence #being #polol

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hxseok-honee · 3 years

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atlas heart || part 28

a/n : aha,,, ahaha,,,,, listen, i know this is a jimin au okay I KNOW -- but this chapter belongs to jung hoseok and thats that im sorry

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When Y/n finds Jimin down by the lake, she feels that every fiber of her being wants her to turn back, wants her to run and hide under her blankets -- as if she’s the one that needs protecting from him. He doesn’t see her until she’s a few feet away, approaching him from the shoreline. The smile he gives her when he turns is kind but reserved, like he’s preoccupied. She lets out an awkward laugh.

“Why did you want to meet down here in the middle of the night? Way to be weird, Jimin.” He rolls his eyes playfully, nudging her with his elbow before gesturing back toward the ground not far away, covered in grass instead of the sand here by the water. Y/n follows him there, taking a seat next to him with question marks in her eyes when he doesn’t answer her. He snickers at her confusion.

“You’re really stuck on this, huh? Maybe I just wanted to look at the stars with you.” Her features scrunch up cutely as she reacts to his admittedly cheesy one-liner, and he feels the tips of his ears go red. “Okay, I swear that sounded better in my head.” She grins before turning away, looking up at the sky in contemplation. Jimin thinks that maybe, in other circumstances, they really would have been able to sit here together in peaceful silence and watched the stars all night long. He hates that he has to ruin it.

“I actually… I have to talk to you.” She doesn’t pull her gaze from the sky, but he does notice that her expression has clouded over with something he can’t place. It looks a lot like resignation. Swallowing once and trying to shake out his nervous limbs as subtly as possible, he takes a single deep breath before turning his upper body to face her. She still won’t look at him.

“I know you’re probably going to hate my guts after this, and I completely deserve that because I’m selfish and stupid, and I’m too nosy for my own good, and I never should have pushed so much, but I--”

“I know.”

“Yeah, I know you know that I’m an idiot, and that I’m annoying, and that I ask too many questi--”

“Jimin, I know.” He stops then, and the look of pure confusion he gives her breaks her heart. She has no idea that the pained expression she’s giving him is breaking his. She can’t even keep her eyes on him when she continues. “I know that you know.”

Jimin jaw drops, and he gets the idea that he looks a bit like a dying fish, closing and opening his mouth as he tries to figure out how to continue. He hadn’t planned for this turn of events when he’d practiced the conversation in his head.

“You -- but how? Was I too obvious?” He sits up straight, terrified that his suspicious behavior had already gotten her into more danger. “Did I do something that risked your secret? What was it? Tell me so I can make sure never to do it again--” Y/n’s eyes shut as she sighs, and she quiets him with a shake of her head.

“Dumbledore told me, the day after you’d gone to see him. He wanted to warn me.” Jimin stares at the side of her head, processing that she’d known almost two weeks that he’d figured everything out, but she hadn’t confronted him about it. “I haven’t told the boys yet, but I’ve been freaking out about it. I wanted to talk to you right away, but… I decided to wait until you were ready to talk about it…” Her eyes flick to him, but at the sight of his gaze fixed completely on her, his attention fully hers, she looks away. “I was scared that you hated me. Even when you kept reaching out and talking to me, I felt like… maybe you hadn’t realized exactly what I am or what that means. I was waiting for you to leave me. Or expose me. I don’t know. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“I would never do that to you.” It falls out his mouth, feeling oddly like a confession when he says it without thinking and is immediately embarrassed. He clears his throat when she looks up at him with wide eyes, scratching awkwardly at his collarbone. “I needed time to process… not that you’re a werewolf, but that I had been such a fucking idiot the entire time. I should have listened to your friends and just let you be. I was nosy and selfish and objectively really annoying, and I hadn’t even realized that they were just trying to keep you safe by pushing me away. I’m really sorry, Y/n… for endangering you like that.”

He won’t look at her -- he can’t. But when a cold hand closes around his own, squeezing gently, he at least is able to look in her direction. She squeezes again, and, with as much courage as he’s ever had to gather at once, he lifts his eyes to meet her. She looks to be on the edge of tears, but she’s smiling at him, and it confuses him to no end.

“You’re not… mad? Because I completely understand if you are--”

“I’m not mad, Jimin. I’m kind of relieved that you know now, even if I am probably going to always be scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize that I’m a monster and run for your life.” He breathes out a laugh, knowing that she’s not joking. He just can’t imagine a version of himself, now or ever, that would look at her and see anything but the girl he’d been desperate to befriend all this time.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I want to help you, if that’s okay. I want to do anything I can to help keep you safe.” It’s then that she pulls away from him, her expression turning apprehensive. Jimin takes one look at her and assumes it must be about her friends. “I know that Hoseok and Jungkook don’t like me, but I can talk to them if you want me to! I can explain myself and make sure they know that I’m just trying to help--” She shakes her head suddenly, cutting him off with a wave of her hands. She can already tell how her conversation with them later tonight will go, dreading having to ask them to meet so she can break the news.

“No, it’s not them… I’ll handle the boys -- it’s probably better that you aren’t there when they lose their minds, so I’ll talk to them. It’s just… things are more complicated than you think. It’s not really as simple as helping me… there are things you still don’t know, and it’s not my place to tell you…” Jimin thinks back to the way Dumbledore had called the situation ‘infinitely more complicated’ than he knew, and the way Y/n’s talking right now has him going out on a limb.

“Is this… about Remus Lupin?” Y/n meets his eyes with alarm, her breath catching audibly in her throat, and Jimin knows he’s right. “He’s… like you, right? His friends are involved, too.” She gapes at him, unsure how to respond.

“How…” He looks away, rubbing at his neck uncomfortably.

“Well, the night I figured things out -- it was a few days before the full moon, so your symptoms were a little more apparent at the time. I saw him in the Great Hall the next day, and he was looking just like you… and his friends, they act a lot like Jungkook and Hoseok sometimes… it wasn’t hard to put it together.” Y/n sits there in silence, not certain if Jimin is just really observant and was hyper-aware of everything because he’d just realized such a monumental secret, or if she needs to talk to the Marauders and her own friends about being less conspicuous. Probably both. She barely hears Jimin when he starts talking again.

“Is… that what’s keeping you from letting me help? I swear I won’t say anything -- I’ll even pretend I don’t know about him. I’ll do anything.” She watches him as he starts to devolve into what’s probably the third rant in the last half hour alone, and she knows he’s desperate to prove himself to her. He doesn’t need to -- he’d made his innocence and kindness clear to her long before he’d had any idea of her affliction. It’s everything about him, really, that’s causing her so much pain. She’s scared for him.

“Jimin… are you sure this is what you want? We’re in the middle of a war… and you’re a muggleborn. If anyone were to find me out, and they link us… I don’t know what would happen to you. Everything’s so delicate and dangerous, I don’t know if I can put you in that kind of danger.” This time it’s Jimin that reaches out for her, slipping his fingers through her own and linking their hands once he has her in his hold. He looks entirely level-headed when he looks her in the eye and responds.

“I’m with you, Y/n. I’m with you.”

Y/n stares up at the entrance to Slytherin common room, a deep frown set into her features. She’d made what she’d believed to be the right choice by not having Jungkook and Hoseok in the same room when she told them about Jimin -- they have a habit of enabling each other’s worst characteristics, and the last thing she wants to deal with is two enraged boys in the middle of the night. But now that she’s here, having just left a furious Jungkook in the room of requirement, she’s not looking forward to having this conversation again.

Jungkook had been surprisingly calm when she’d broken to him that Jimin had discovered her secret, but if there’s only one thing in the world that Y/n can say with complete confidence, it’s that she knows Jeon Jungkook. The look of complete ease that he’d given her had terrified her far beyond any explosion of anger. She almost prefers that he had reacted. It had taken her the better half of an hour to calm him down, only feeling comfortable texting Hoseok that she was on her way to him when she’d seen an emotion cross Jungkook’s eyes other than blank detachment. Even then, it was only annoyance at the fact that she refused to let him “talk” to Jimin on his own.

Now, it’s almost 3am, and Y/n’s only brushing away her tragic attempt at reasoning with Jungkook when the door to the Slytherin common room slides open, revealing a sleepy-eyed, bedhead-ridden Hoseok. He’s only half-dressed, clearly unable to be bothered to care about his appearance this late at night. He scratches at his bare collarbone with one finger while he squints at her, his blatant concern hidden slightly by how disgruntled he looks.

“Do you have any idea what time it is? Why would you do this to me?” Y/n snorts, knowing from experience how objectively rude Hoseok can be in the first few minutes of being awake. She hopes he stays bogged down by his sleep-deprived mind long enough that he doesn’t completely lose it when she talks to him. She glances past him into the common room before responding.

“Is there somewhere we can talk in private? I have something to tell you.” Immediately, the sleep is gone from Hoseok’s eyes, and Y/n mourns the hope that he wouldn’t be clear-minded during their conversation. He nods once, pointing over his shoulder.

“My room’s fine.”

“Isn’t Yoongi there?” Hoseok shakes his head, a slight smile gracing his features while he explains.

“He got a call from Kim Seokjin not that long ago -- something about a late-night snack run and how eating alone is ‘a lonely habit’.” He shrugs, and Y/n guesses that Yoongi must get dragged out against his will by Kim Seokjin quite often if Hoseok is unbothered by it. Hoseok points again in the direction of his bedroom, and Y/n only follows with a nod.

By the time they return to his room, Hoseok’s awake enough to be self-conscious, so he’s searching for a shirt immediately, gesturing for Y/n to close the door behind her. Then he flops down onto his bed, crossing his legs and patting the spot at the end of his mattress for her. When she decides to remain standing, running her fingers along the edge of his bedpost awkwardly, Hoseok squints, suspicious.

“What happened?” Y/n closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, looking Hoseok head-on and ripping the metaphorical band-aid off.

“Jimin knows about me. He just told me. Before you say anything, we talked about it, and--”

“That little shit--” Hoseok’s standing from his bed, fists balled up in rage as he heaves out an enraged breath. “When I get my hands on that nosy, obnoxious fucking twerp--”

“Hoseok, wait! Wait.” Y/n holds her hands out in front of her, planting them on his chest while she stares up at him with wide eyes. “It’s okay! It’s fine, we talked! He’s not going to say anything to anyone, even about the stuff with Remus--” She’ll admit that saying that last part probably wasn’t her best idea, considering how Hoseok reacts, blind with fury.

“What do you mean? What does that mean?!” He’s growing louder now, and Y/n knows she has to calm him down before he wakes the entirety of Slytherin house. Taking his face in her hands, she tries to force him to focus solely on her, but it only results in Hoseok gripping at her wrists, desperation clear in the way his hold is shaking. He’s looking at her with wild eyes, demanding an explanation for something so wholly unacceptable, but Y/n can’t give that to him while he’s like this.

“Hoseok, I need you to breathe, okay? I’m okay. I will be okay. But I need you to lower your voice and breathe. Don’t think about anything else.” This display -- a total loss of control -- is what she’d expected from Jungkook, but the boy who’d been beside her their entire lives must have known better than to show his ruthless side and risk upsetting her. In this moment, Hoseok, who’s always so keen on hiding himself behind a mask, is seeing red the way he never has before, and that’s what scares Y/n most.

“Eyes on me, Hobi, hm? Look at me -- I’m right here, and I’m okay. Look at me. See? I’m perfectly fine. Nothing’s gonna happen to me, I promise.” She’d somehow managed to bring him down from his erratic high, keeping his face close until she could see in his eyes that he’s looking only at her. His breath is ragged, and if she thinks she’s caught the slightest tremble of his bottom lip when he opens his mouth, he’s hiding it well. But what he whispers to her breaks her heart clean in half.

“You can’t promise me that. The more people that know about you, the harder it is for me to trick myself into believing you.” Taking a breath to stop herself from tearing up, she releases him slowly, stepping back when he only moves to sit back down on the edge of his bed.

“Hobi… you can’t do anything to Jimin, okay? You can’t confront him or do anything rash. I mean it.” It takes a few moments, but finally Hoseok is lifting his eyes to meet hers. He nods, and Y/n knows that’s all she’ll be able to get out of him. She wishes it was enough, that weak agreement, but if there’s one other thing in the world she can say with complete confidence, it’s that she doesn’t know Hoseok quite as well as she knows Jungkook.

Jimin’s on his way to class the next morning, lost in his thoughts about Y/n -- he can’t seem to focus on anything else these days -- when he’s unceremoniously dragged by the back of his robes into an empty classroom and shoved against the nearest wall. Hissing at the pain, he barely has time to slump over and catch his breath before he’s being pinned back against the cold stone by a pair of very determined hands.

He stills completely when he finally lifts his gaze and meets the eyes of Jung Hoseok. The Slytherin is visibly furious, his glare almost manic as he pushes Jimin’s shoulders back into the wall. He only lets up when an involuntary cry of pain escapes Jimin, but he never lets the boy go.

“Now, you’re going to listen to what I have to say, and you’re going to listen closely. Yeah?” Jimin isn’t sure it’s a question that needs answering, considering that he’s literally trapped, but the increased pressure of Hoseok’s knuckles on his chest has him nodding frantically. Hoseok doesn’t release him when he leans down into his face.

“For some ungodly reason, Y/n has decided that you can be trusted, and I’m sure you loved that she said she’d talk to us so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself, huh? But I think that you deserve to have the whole picture, Park -- look at me when I’m talking to you.” Jimin had shut his eyes simply from the proximity of Hoseok’s hateful glare, unable to handle it, but when the older boy shakes him roughly, he opens his eyes so wide that he’s terrified to even blink.

“This game you’re playing? Using your obvious little crush on Y/n as an excuse to pry into her business and put her in danger just because you like sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong? It needs to stop. Because you don’t know all the rules, Jimin. And you don’t get any do-overs.” Jimin can feel the grip on his shirt starting to tremble, and at first he thinks maybe Hoseok’s so enraged that he’s actually shaking, but the glint in his eye tells Jimin differently. It tells him that Hoseok is scared -- he’s terrified. The uncertainty of Jimin’s existence in Y/n’s life -- not knowing if this is going to end badly for them -- it’s scaring him, and Jimin gets the feeling that Hoseok’s someone who deals with fear by being angry. Taking a very big risk, he whispers out to the 7th year.

“I swear, I just want to hel--agh!” Squeezing his eyes shut when Hoseok lifts him away from the wall and promptly slams him back into it, he doesn’t finish his plea. He can feel Hoseok’s breath fanning angrily over his face, and he swears a low growl rumbles from deep within the Slytherin’s chest when he responds.

“Shut up! You don’t know what that even means. You don’t know how to help. All you’ve done is screw things up for us, so let me welcome you into our little group with a warning.” A hand clamps the sides of Jimin’s jaw, lifting his face and squeezing hard until Jimin opens his eyes to look at Hoseok.

“You get one chance, so if you even come close to screwing that up, Y/n is the last thing you’ll have to worry about. Clear?” Jimin nods again, the hand on his face making that incredibly difficult. Finally, Hoseok releases him and steps back, watching with unmasked annoyance as Jimin fixes his clothes and rubs at all the spots he’s sure will be bruised by morning. They stare at each other, Hoseok eventually rolling his eyes with a sigh.

“Y/n told me you want to help. She asked me to mentor you in potion-making. I only agreed to it because she’s very stubborn when she wants to be, and someone needs to take over her doses. I won’t go easy on you, so you better be ready for a summer of hell. I need to know she’ll be safe with you once I’m gone, and frankly, I don’t even trust you to boil a pot of fucking water, much less a dangerous, highly sensitive potion.” Jimin swallows hard but doesn’t comment on the blatant insult, only processing that Jung Hoseok has agreed to train him.

Hoseok’s eyes flicker to the door, and Jimin takes that as his cue that the conversation -- if that’s what this was -- is finished, so he wanders out of the room in a slight daze, Hoseok following closely. As if the universe is telling him that this moment can, in fact, get much worse, Jimin meets the eyes of one Jeon Jungkook as the Gryffindor happens to be passing on the way to class. Where Hoseok’s glare was unbridled fire and rage, Jungkook’s gaze is turning to pure ice, and Jimin can’t decide which is worse. Jungkook doesn’t even acknowledge him as he passes, breaking eye contact and going on his way as if Jimin doesn’t even exist. Hoseok chuckles darkly behind him.

“I almost feel bad for you, Jimin. If you think you have it bad with me, you’re in for a real treat with Jungkook.”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #park jimin #jimin x reader

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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more of the mutually assured destruction duo, post-prison this time! this one was really fun, thinking about what this dynamic might be like in the future gives me SO much brainrot, im so excited. this one’s also a little dark, so make sure to read the warnings + tags !! :D

tw: implied prison abuse, starvation, toxic relationship, touch starvation, manipulation, panic attack, trauma, blood, injury

Dream hasn't been the same since he escaped prison.

And it's ironic, because Wilbur hasn't even been around, has been in hell for fuck's sake playing Competitive Solitaire for nine-odd years, but even he could've seen the self-destruction hanging like a cloud around the other's head from a million miles (and several months? years?) away. Perhaps, he thinks wryly, you can only see the signs when you've lived them, or maybe red flags don't raise alarm when you’ve painted the entire figure in blood, but it doesn't really matter, in the end, because the final result is the same.

Still, it's just a little funny when he's stopped in the middle of his journey through the Nether, not a piece of armor on him per usual and an unused netherite sword slung over his hip.

"Hello, Sapnap." The kid is standing in front of him, eyes gleaming in badly-hidden anger and desperation, smoke rising from the mottled red-black skin on his hands. "Fancy seeing you around."

"You-" Sapnap sputters, unable to speak as his face flushes red in frustration, and Wilbur smiles at him condescendingly. The expression on the other's face is one he's seen before - one Tommy had been particularly inclined to give him in the past, when his emotions raged so heavily that there was nothing for the pressure to do but build, too thick and heavy to force themselves out of his throat. "You're monsters," Sapnap manages, finally, and Wilbur quirks an eyebrow.

At least we're self-aware, he thinks, the all-too-familiar twinge of irritation at Tommy's - and apparently, Sapnap's particular brand of reckless naivety pulsing at the base of his skull. He lets none of these thoughts show on his face as he cocks his head to the side, smiles wider - and Sapnap, just like Tommy, takes the bait.

'Why are you smiling?" He looks achingly young - they all do, really, their expressions and reactions dripping with a sort of innocence and sincerity that dissolved from Wilbur's own face somewhere around the fifteen-hundreth game of poker, and it really does feel ironic, how quickly the outside world can fall apart compared to the unending constancy of the void - but he digresses.

He didn't know Sapnap well before his whole death thing, and as much as he wants to use his partner to get information on the other members of the server, he doesn't really think Dream is really even lucid enough for that - the man clearly hasn't been thinking clearly, not for a long time. It doesn't matter, though, because you learn to read people when your life becomes nothing but running the same broken-edged memories over and over again in your mind and smiling jaggedly over the same few card games - Wilbur had always been a people watcher, and Sapnap's feelings are stamped on every corner of his face.

"Monster, huh," he says, saying the word slowly, rolling it over his tongue like he's tasting it for the first time, watching from the corner of his eye as Sapnap squirms, "Interesting word you've got here. You use it often?"

Sapnap bristles, smoke curling from his nostrils - "It's what you are, dickhead."

Rolling his eyes internally, Wilbur keeps up the act, humming as he fiddles idly with his cufflink. "I mean, if you really believe that," he rocks forward on his right foot, stifling a smile at the way the younger draws back, "But really, it's all a matter of perspective." He twists himself around, pivoting around his heel, beginning to walk in an arc around Sapnap's left side, watching as he spins around, shoulders drawn up to his ears. "What do you think?"

"I think that you're full of shit," he says, voice flat, and Wilbur laughs. It's genuine, really, because well - Sapnap's different. He's fun; the entire server is, after so long in the void. You can only spend so much time with the same two people before they drive you a little up the metaphorical wall, but Sapnap's reactions are fresh and new and different, still saturated with vitality that hasn’t been leached out by the same deck of cards in the same scarred hands shuffled and reshuffled for eternity. He's interesting, and new, and most of all, predictable.

"Say, Sapnap," he continues, blowing over the other's anger, knowing that it'll only make the frustration build more. He lets his hair flop lazily over one eye, lets his smile grow wider, lips pressed together in amusement, turns his face so that it's lit eerily by the lava lake beneath them. "If we're monsters for, I don't know, setting off a few stacks of TNT," he waves his hand flippantly, watching the muscle of the other's jaw jump in poorly-hidden rage, "What does that make you for what you did to Dream?"

Sapnap's eyes go wide, and Wilbur knows he's struck the jackpot. He lets his lips part to reveal bared teeth, jagged and glinting in the light. "I'm sorry, did that hit a nerve?"

The kid's mouth opens- closes- emotions warring on his face, fists curling and uncurling at his sides, lip trembling. "We- we had to-" his hands come to his face, palms digging into his eyes, and while he's not looking, Wilbur draws his expression back a bit, becoming softer, more welcoming. When Sapnap looks back up, his eyes are shining, hands shaking still; he steps forward, then rocks back on his back foot like he doesn't know where to go. "What do you mean?" he throws the words like they're meant to be a threat, but by the end his voice has devolved into something high-pitched and keening, overflowing with desperate grief that Wilbur latches onto like a starving man (ha) with his last meal.

"I'm sorry, it does seem rather insensitive for me to assume," he resumes pacing around the other, voice lilting, soft, "I just mean, it seemed pretty obvious, don't you think? I don't think I've ever seen someone so skinny, really, but I guess that is what happens when you get starved,"

"Shut up-"

"Not to mention the whole panicking thing, I mean, he's like Tommy sometimes with all of the fucking shaky breathing and mumbling around like creepers, not that I'd know what all of that's about," he watches Sapnap through half-hooded eyes, darkly amused, "and pickaxes, oddly enough, but oh well. Who am I to judge?"

"Shut up-"

"And all of the scars - I thought they were from you, honestly, he told me about the whole 'taking his last life' thing, but then he jumped into lava one day - I guess there wasn't much to do in that cell, huh? He didn't even scream, it's really pretty fucking incredible - I thought I'd actually have to break him down a bit, but really, you've made my life so much easier-"

"SHUT UP-"

Wilbur watches with a too-wide grin as Sapnap finally, finally charges, a netherite sword appearing in his hand as he races blindly ahead, tears shining on his cheeks, his words more pain than thought as he brings the blade down-

A blur of purple, the sound of crumbling netherrack and metal meeting metal, flesh hitting flesh - Wilbur moves smoothly out of the way as Sapnap crashes to the ground, an armored figure bearing down an axe against the shield he's raised between them.

Dream, hair tangled and long, wearing armor that is far too heavy for his skinny frame, every inch of him shaking in panic, should hardly be a threat - but this is Sapnap, weakened by Wilbur's sharp words and crippled by the shock of seeing his former best friend's face again, eyes still unfocused from the rage and tears that had clouded over them moments before, so he can do little but raise his shield as the netherite slams into it, again and again. Not a word falls from Dream's lips, but he brings down the weapon at a ruthless pace - ever since he's been free, his attack style has changed greatly from the defensive style he used to favor, even to Wilbur's untrained eye - there's no skill, no art to the way he attacks anymore, just the fearful ferocity of a dog trapped in a cage for far, far too long.

He finally kicks Sapnap down the netherrack cliff that they're on, the other man left to nurse his wounds below them - Wilbur doesn't bother sparing him another thought; Dream's far too weak to cause any permanent damage. Instead, he approaches his partner, weapon, with a smile, watching, satisfied, when he whirls around with a manic expression.

"I'm alright, see?" he croons as Dream's shoulders move up and down with his heaving breaths, eyes fever-bright, teeth bared. He brings a hand down on the other's shoulder and watches as he flinches at the movement, breath hitching, every muscle freezing, knuckles pale on the handle of his axe, before moving again, stumbling forwards, hands reaching for Wilbur's head and stopping halfway. Wilbur tips his head forward, lets the shorter brush his face with trembling fingers, checking his unmarred skin for blood through the purpling bruises already forming on his cheek, and thinks how powerful he is to have a god at his beck and call, a perfect attack dog brought to heel, death itself obediently at his side.

Dream hasn't been the same since he escaped prison, and as Wilbur runs his hand up and down his back, feeling the way his spine arches at the touch, at the fluttering pulse under the skin-and-bone wrist under his fingers, he thinks how fortunate he is to be the first to notice.

#old stuff :]#queue <3 #tw abuse #tw panic attack #tw manipulation #tw toxic relationship #tw blood #tw injury #tw trauma #tw touch starvation #mutually assured destruction duo my beloved #post prison dream brainrot always lmao #my writing :D #my asks !!

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Diabolik Lovers Lunatic Parade Special Pamphlet Short Story: The 12 Vampires and the Magic Lamp [ENG Translation]

Original title: １２人のヴァンパイアと魔人のランプ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Lunatic Parade Limited Edition Special Pamphlet

Summary: After the Parade has come to an end, Yui receives a special ‘Magic Lamp’ from Count Walter’s butler which can be used to grant a single wish. As she tries to refuse the gift, the Sakamaki, Mukami and Tsukinami brothers promptly stop her and begin to fight over who has the right to use this valuable treasure. She escapes, but the boys chase her around the city, each of them determined to have their own wish granted. ーー And so, their game of tag begins.

“Chichinashi! Where are you hidin’!?”

“Oooi~ Bitch-chan~! Be a good girl and show yourself?”

With the Parade having come to an end, Ayato-kun and Laito-kun’s voices echo through a now quiet and nearly deserted Glimmer Street. While hiding in the shadow of the buildings, a sof sigh fell from my lips.

“...What to do? I have to hurry and go to Bernstein Castle...”

Right now, I am on the run not only from Ayato-kun and Laito-kun, but from a total of 12 different Vampires.

All of this happened because I obtained the golden, shimmering ‘magic lamp’ I’m currently holding in my hands.

ーー It happened after I managed to regain my heart with everyone’s help.

As I was about to leave this city to return to the Human World, I was approached by a butler working for Count Walter. He handed me this ‘Magic Lamp’ as an apology for the trouble his Master had caused me. According to what I was told, it is an extremely valuable treasure which will grant any one wish.

Furthermore...The Sakamaki, Mukami and Tsukinami brothers were there to witness the whole ordeal.

“I just can’t accept something so valuable. ...I’ll give this back to you, okay?”

As I said that in hope of returning to Bernstein castle afterwards, they stopped me in disbelief.

And then claimed that if I did not want it, they would use it instead. ...This resulted into a fight and before they knew it, I had made a run for it, taking the lamp with me.

ーー And that is how our game of tag started.

I am not quite sure what everyone would wish for, but I believe we don’t need this thing if it can fulfill one person’s wish only.

“Heeh...So that’s your reasoning. Well, I’m pretty sure it’s useless though...”

“ーー S-Shuu-san...!?”

“Not just Shuu. I’m here too. Geez, you really made us go through the trouble of lookin’ for you.”

When I raised my head, Subaru-kun was standing next to me as well. ...No, it wasn’t just the two of them. All of the Sakamaki brothers had gathered, from Ayato-kun and Laito-kun whom I believed had walked past me earlier, to Kanato-kun and even Reiji-san.

“Hehe...You’re pretty desperate, Subaru.”

“I mean, Subaru-kun’s going to wish for Bitch-chan to fall head over heels in love with him, right~? No wonder he’s so desperate, nfu~”

“D-Don’t be makin’ up lies! My wish is a new coffin!”

“All I want...is to live surrounded by an endless amount of sweets!”

“In that case, I’m gonna wish for a huge load of takoyaーー No, actually, might not be bad to have Chichinashi turned into a Chichiari*.”

--> チチアリ or ‘Chichiari’ would be the opposite of ‘Chichinashi’, literally meaning ‘to have boobs’.

“Eh!? M-Me...!?”

“You can’t, Ayato-kun. I’ll be one turning Bitch-chan into a voluptuous, young woman after all~*”

--> He literally describes it as a ナイスバディのオネーサン or ‘Nice body no Onee-san’. Onee-san is used to refer to women who are older than you are but since Laito-kun is only 17 in human years, it would apply to a girl in her early 20s as well.

“G-Geez! Cut it out, you two...!”

“...You guys really came up with some bullshit. If it can grant any wish, I’d make it so the Old Man never bothers me again...Pwaah...”

And so, they began to slowly close in on me. The very moment they reached for the lamp, Reiji-san - who had been the only one remaining quiet so far - suddenly raised his voice.

“Would you care explain this to me? ...Because you kept touching the lamp with those sweaty palms, there are now fingerprints all over it! Come on, it is not too late yet! Put these on at once!”

While frantically shouting at me, he threw a pair of white gloves my way. Surprised by his menacing look, I put them on as asked, and Reiji-san finally nodded his head in agreement.

“I am disappointed...Do none of you grasp the true value of this lamp?”

“Haah? Are we really not allowed to touch it with our bare hands...?”

“It looks pretty normal from the outside though~ I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a similar example in Kanato-kun’s room...?”

“Yes. ...Well, that one isn’t capable of granting wishes though.”

Reiji-san sighed deeply at Ayato-kun, Latio-kun and Kanato-kun’s consecutive comments.

“...Only two of these ‘magic lamps’ exist in this world, making them very valuable from a historic point of view. Furthermore, the lamp may disappear once it has granted one’s wish, therefore it revolts me you lot are even considering putting it to use...”

While the other guys seemed little interested in Reiji-san’s emotion-laden speech, he once again spoke up.

“Well, I doubt you will ever understand. ーー Especially you, whom I did not expect to even join us in the first place...”

“...Shut up. Who cares?”

Shuu-san calmly brushed off Reiji-san’s taunt as if it was nothing.

“Hehe...Seems like he doesn’t give a shit ‘bout what you say.”

“Fufu, take a look at that frustrated expression on Reiji’s face. ...This might be the most interesting thing I’ve seen in quite some time.”

“Geez, cut it out you two~ Don’t you feel bad for Reiji~?”

“Feel bad? ...Hehe. Pretty sure your words hurt even more.”

The other four brothers who had been listening in on their conversation continued to chuckle...Which eventually caused Shuu-san to burst out laughing as well.

Seems like this sight dealt a pretty hefty blow to Reiji-san’s pride, as he stood there shaking violently from sheer anger.

I better make a run for it before things take a turn for the worse...

I used the fact they had suddenly completely forgotten about me to my advantage, and left the place at once.

“...Phew. Thank god. Seems like they didn’t notice.”

I eventually found myself on Aizen Alley, one of the streets located in the very back of Glimmer street. To be honest, I wasn’t too thrilled about having to pass through there, but if I wanted to head to the castle while avoiding Ayato-kun and the others, I had no other choice.

“Hehe...Too bad. You can’t escape us First Bloods.”

“Hand over that lamp you are holding at once.”

I gasp at the voices resounding from the darkness. Those who appeared were Shin-kun and Carla-san.

“I-I can’t do that...! I believe it is wrong to use the lamp for one’s own selfish pursuits...”

“If we give it back, it’ll just get thrown into some old, dusty storage room, right? In that case, I’m pretty sure the lamp would be happier to have someone use it as well?”

“B-But...”

“Come on, don’t hesitate. You’re keeping Nii-san waiting as well. Can’t you hurry up?”

“...T-Then, what would you wish for, Shin-kun?”

While snorting at my desperate question, he answered with a smile.

“That should be obvious. I’d make sure those filthy Vampires disappear off the face of the Demon World at onーー”

“ーー No. We want cured ham.”

“N-Nii-san...?”

“We shall change all food in this world to cured ham. That is my...No, the dearest wish of all First Bloods.”

“R-Right...”

Carla-san would blurt that out with a straight face. It is the very definition of a selfish wish but I wonder if Shin-kun is truly okay with it? ...I look over at Shin-kun while wondering that, seeing him look at Carla-san in utter defeat.

“...Well then, woman. Hand it over right now.”

“You’re actually hoping to fulfill that wish...!?”

“Yes, of course.”

All food in this world will turn into cured ham...That is just simply pushing it one step too far. It pains me to have to deceive him...But I decided to tell a certain lie.

“H-Have you already had the chance to try the cured ham galette which is said to be this city’s speciality...?”

“...Pardon?”

“It’s a limited edition galette which is available at stores only after the Parade has ended. While passing by the shops earlier, I noticed that only very few were left, so I figured I would inform you just in case...”

While there was no guaranteeing he would believe me, I wanted to make Carla-san forget about the lamp, even if just for a few minutes. With that sole purpose in mind, I continued my act.

“...Let us go, Shin. Just leave this woman be.”

“W-Wait, Nii-san! You’re just going to believe her on her word!?”

“We will know whether she was speaking the truth or not once we get to the shop. Even if she had been lying, capturing a human woman is child’s play to me. However, if she has been speaking the truth...”

“If we don’t hurry, they’ll run out of cured ham galettes, right? ...Right, I understand.”

Realizing there was no point in trying to reason with him, Shin-kun reluctantly trailed behind Carla-san as they left.

I truly am sorry...While internally apologizing to both of them, I headed towards my desitation.

“Haah...I can finally see it in the distance...”

Some time after I bid farewell with the Tsukinami brothers, I finally got close to Bernstein castle.

“Oh no...I can’t approach the castle like this...”

After all, four familiar figures were standing lined up by the castle’s gate. Those are the Mukami brothers...Of course, with Ruki-kun standing in the middle. As to be expected of a strategist like him. If I wanted to return the lamp to its owner, I would have to make it back here eventually. They were one step ahead of me.

“Eve...Found you...”

“...!! A-Azusa-kun!?”

When I timidly turned around at the voice suddenly calling for me from behind, Azusa-kun - who was talking to Ruki-kun and the others up until seconds ago - suddenly stood right in front of me.

“Ahー M-neko-chan! So this is where you’ve been~!”

“Che...Ya sure took yer sweet time. You’re damn late, Sow!”

“...Calm down, you guys. If we make too much of a ruckus, we’ll attract the attention of the others.”

When I raised my voice, it caught everyone’s attention and without a chance to slip away, I was soon surrounded by the four Mukami brothers.

“I’m sorry, guys. But I won’t hand over this lamp to anyone...!”

After jumping the gun like that, Ruki-kun let out a disappointed sigh.

“...Seems like you have got the wrong idea. I simply want to look after the lamp for you.”

“Eh...? You don’t want to use it to grant your own wish?”

“Of course not. If a Vampire such as myself holds on to the lamp, it will decrease the chances of one of the other guys stealing it.”

“You say that buuuut~ ...Ruki-kun, aren’t you actually hoping to use that lamp to renovate our manor~?”

“Your own exclusive study room off-limits for anyone else, and a play room filled with nothing but chess boards...Hehe, as to be expected of Mr. Eldest son.”

“Kuh...! Don’t assume such things. All I want to do is to make the home we have received from that man the most comfortable for you all to live in...!”

While Ruki-kun chuckles sarcastically after his true intentions are exposed by his siblings, Azusa-kun reached out for me.

“Listen, Eve...The four of us talked it out and...We’ve decided to use the lamp together with Ruki as our representative...”

“Ruki-kun’s so mean, you know~! I was actually going to wish for a hundred year’s worth of Vongole Bianco.”

“I was gonna ask for the power to manipulate the weather...But my idea got shot down at once. ...Haah...And here I thought I could make field work a lil’ easier on myself...”

“I just want to be with Eve so...I didn’t really have any particular wishes...”

“Is that so...? It’s really admirable of you all to hold back on your own desires.”

Even though the younger brothers were voicing their complaints, it didn’t seem like they were going to force their own wishes through. I’m sure it is because Ruki-kun intends to make a wish which benefits the whole family, as the deep bond of trust between the four brothers somehow made me feel warm inside.

However...That still does not mean I will give them the lamp.

“Uhm, you see...It just doesn’t sit right with me to only have one person’s wish granteーー!?”

The second I felt as if something was closing on me, a large sound resounded from the nearby buildings before they collapsed.

“...!? This magic...”

“The Tsukinami’s...perhaps? Look, over there...!”

“Ugeh! They look hella pissed off! Did ya do somethin’!?”

“Uu...W-Well...”

I could feel my heart drop at Yuma-kun’s words. Carla-san and Shin-kun must be upset about the lie I ended up telling them back then...

“Say, what should we do!? At this rate, we’ll all be turned to dust...!”

Kou-kun’s exclamation made me panic as I rushed towards the two brothers. Either way, I just had to apologize as quickly as possible...However, I was stopped by the Sakamaki brothers before I could reach them.

“You’ve got nowhere to run now...Oi, hand me the lamp already!”

“What are you saying, Subaru? I will be using the lamp. You’re in the way!”

“Hell no! I’m gonna have my wish granted!”

“Ehー Let me have the honor for once~ We can only use it once and my wish is obviously the best.”

Shuu-san joins in a little late as well and before I know it, the Sakamaki, Mukami and Tsukinami brothers are all gathered just like when we started off.

Glares were being exchanged here and there as a hostile atmosphere fills the air. I can no longer stop them all by myself. In that case, I will have to rely on an outer source to back me up. I didn’t want to use the lamp to have a wish granted but...This is the only way to stop their fight.

While rubbing the side of the lamp, I spoke up with a loud voice.

“Release lanterns into the sky once more!”

White smoke emitted from the lamp and soon after ー Poof! The lamp disappeared with a popping sound.

When I look up at the sky, I once again witness the same magical sight of countless lanterns floating through the sky, just like they did a few hours ago. ...At some point, their quarreling voices had gone quiet as well.

“You...Haah. You really are a foolish woman.”

“Ya really think we’re happy with this crap? Geez. Ya really used the lamp for some useless shit...”

“...Eh...?”

Shuu-san and Yuma-kun’s remarks catch me off guard as I froze on the spot.

“...Livestock, seems like you did not grasp the true value of that lamp.”

“Exactly...To think a great hidden treasure of the Demon World has been lost over such a ridiculous wish...!”

Ruki-kun and Reiji-san voiced their complaints as well.

“B-But...! All of you were moved by the lanterns, no...?”

I frantically reached out for the others, hoping that at least one of them would agree with me. ...That was all I wished for, yet...

“I mean, sure? But to be honest, I didn’t need to see it a second time...”

“...I’d hate to have to agree with a mere Vampire...But I’ll admit that Kou is right this one time. You feel the same, don’t you, Nii-san?”

“...My cured ham...”

“Too bad, Shin-san...Seems like Carla-san can’t hear you right now...”

“Ah-aah...I was looking forward to seeing a sexy Bitch-chan as well~”

“Me too. I was already making plans for which sweet I would try first...!”

“Fuck! There goes my plan of gettin’ a coffin in which nobody can bother me...!”

All I got in return were negative responses and sighs.

“...Guess I’ve got no other choice then! Oi, Chichinashi! Let me suck your blood to make up for it!”

“W-Wait! That’s way too sudden...!”

“Shut up! That’s the only thing which can calm this anger inside of me!”

While Ayato-kun closed in, I looked around me in search of someone to save me, but all I could see were a bunch of eyes glaring at me from the darkness. At this rate, they will all take my blood. ...There is no way I would come out of that alive. Realizing I had to make a run for it...I dashed away at full-speed.

“Ah! Wait, M-neko-chan!!”

“Geez, Bitch-chan! I’m not scary though~!”

The many lanterns floating through the night sky was a sight to behold, but unfortunately, I did not have the leaway to enjoy that right now. After all, I had to flee from their approaching footsteps and voices calling out for me as soon as possible.

I didn’t want them to fight and while I never expected them to become friends, I wished they would at least try and be on neutral terms with each other.

That wish was most definitely granted. Right now, they had put the strained relationship between the different families aside to join forces.

However, knowing their shared goal is my blood...doesn’t make me happy at all.

ーー The Demon World’s Parade safely came to an end, but my night had only just begun.

ーー END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers short story #diabolik lovers translation #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #shin tsukinami #carla tsukinami #diabolik lovers lunatic parade

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I was going through my AO3 bookmarks, and I wanted to organize them a little bit. These are my Dean/Cas canon-ish fic recs.

season 5

canticles by 2street2car Words: 10,311 Chapters: 1

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

FTBYAM MY BELOVED

post season 6

Someone Who's Feeling For Me by ellispark Words: 45,876 Chapters: 1

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

post bunker

Sun Can't Set Until Nine by LeverDrift Words: 67,939 Chapters: 16

Cas moves into the bunker as his powers start to fail. Dean doesn’t know if the arrangement is as permanent as he wants it to be. He's also not sure why he keeps dreaming about his friend. All he knows is that he wants Cas to stay. Overall warnings: canon-typical miscommunication & Dean having self-hatred issues.

Life Skills by ilovehowyouletmefall Words: 26,052 Chapters: 3

After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Sam Stole My Boyfriend by sobsicles Words: 8,445 Chapters: 1

“Dude, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately, like even enough that Sam noticed. More than usual. So, like, what’s up?” Dean pauses, purses his lips and reconsiders. “What did I do?”

Cas knows that would be a perfect time to confess to Dean what exactly happened and what he was thinking. Maybe, Dean had some insight into the situation or even some kind of comfort to offer. But, the longer that he sat there, he realized that he could not tell Dean absolutely anything. So instead, for the first time, Cas fumbled.

“Um,” Cas mutters and abruptly stands. “Freckles?”

Dean blinked up at him as Cas pivoted and left the room. There was only one remaining option he had and unfortunately, it involved Sam.

Aching in the Absence of You by sobsicles Words: 95,090 Chapters: 10

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.

He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.

"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.

By nightfall, Cas is gone.

'Communication' by JustAnotherSamlicker Words: 11,656

The same story told from two perspectives.

Dean bought a house and he and Cas fix it up.

Is Dean moving out? Is Cas moving in?

Should they just talk to each other already? (Yes they should)

Build a Home by domesticadventures Words: 20,102

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't

season 10

The Most Important Thing by NorthernSparrow Words: 94,462 Chapters: 14

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

season 12

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord Words: 42,922 Chapters: 7

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

season 13

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles Words: 74,173 Chapters: 8

Dean keeps going back.

When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.

He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.

He likes to talk.

There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.

Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.

Trial and Tribulations of Raising a Nephilim by Sickandtiredofyou Words: 14,910 Chapters: 6

Dean has far too much on his plate, losing his mom, his best friend and now being a single parent to a newborn nephilim.

In which Jack is an actual newborn instead of a teenager.

post season 13

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination) by sobsicles Words: 108,427 Chapters: 4

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

"What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

"Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

"Easier said than done."

Reasons to read this:

Dean reads a story that ends like despair and his reaction is FUCK THAT

Cas wears Dean's hoodie

Jack is a toddler

The Jack and Claire sibling energy we deserve

Eileen being awesome and pulling pranks with Dean while Sam thinks she's an angel

Sam knows

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE IN LOVE

First Date by aeli_kindara Words: 8,968 Chapters: 1

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

Also known as the Dean Winchester makes the first move fic.

season 14

Broken Road by thegeminisage Words: 109,629 Chapters: 7

A 14.13 Lebanon rewrite. When Dean uses a wish-granting pearl to try and kill the archangel Michael before he can escape the cage in Dean's head, they instead wind up with a newly-resurrected John Winchester.

It's been more than a decade since John died, and a lot has changed: Mary is alive, Sam and Dean have what passes for a proper home in the Men of Letters Bunker, and they're living with angels. John doesn't know angels are real, he doesn't know about the fragile new relationship between Dean and Castiel, and most of all, he doesn't know that Dean said yes to Michael, or that Dean's plan to defeat Michael would send him to a fate worse than death.

Now Dean must contend with both his father asking questions he can't answer, and his loved ones learning about the darker truths of his childhood, all while constantly battling the archangel trapped inside him. But Dean coming to terms with his history may be the difference between this being the beginning of a journey—or the end.

post season 15

fools and pilgrims by lagaudiere Words: 31,904 Chapters: 2

Claire shows up at the bunker a day before Dean was planning to leave, with her hair cut short and a fresh tattoo on her left arm under a bandage. Chuck is dead, Jack has given up his godlike powers, and Cas is back from the Empty, which doesn't make it any easier for Dean to talk to him. Suddenly finding himself in a world without monsters, supernatural forces, or any need for hunters, Dean's solution is to go on a road trip. Claire tags along.

Dean-Claire mirror fic post Despair

what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles Words: 27,403

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

canon(?) au (Hunters and Men of Letters)

Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

Shot Through The Heart by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Words: 11,191 Chapters: 1

Dean is a hunter.

Castiel is a Man of Letters.

And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense.

But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again.

And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.

#destiel #deancas #fic recs

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dessarious · 3 years

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Guilt and Consequences Pt15

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Despite Sabine’s assurances, Lila continued to stay on edge. She wanted to believe the woman, really, but nothing in her experiences gave her a reason to. It didn’t help her paranoia at all when she kept walking into the living room to find Sabine on the phone and the woman hurriedly said goodbye and hung up. After the third time, Lila just decided to stay in Marinette’s room until someone called her for meals. It didn’t help the feeling of impending doom, no matter how hard she tried to distract herself.

“Marinette, Lila, would you girls come down here please?” Sabine’s request caused her to shoot Marinette a worried look but the girl just shrugged at her. It was very unhelpful. She followed slowly behind the other girl, trying to gauge the woman’s mood. She was smiling, and it looked genuine. She really sucked at reading people. “You both got in with full scholarships!” Marinette let out a happy squeal but Lila could only stand there in shock. Sabine was holding out an envelope to her and she reached for it on instinct. She got in?

“How?” That really wasn’t what she meant to come out of her mouth but it was the only word running through her head. There was no way a school that prestigious would let her in, not with all the expulsions on her record. Because despite her mother’s best threats, some of those schools did insist on a paper trail. Sabine’s expression softened.

“I spoke to them about some of your situation and I managed to get the therapists you actually saw to write letters on your behalf.” Lila felt her cheek twitch at the thought of being pitied by the administration. Hold on…

“How did you get them to agree to that? I didn’t think they’d give information to anyone but the patient or legal guardian.” Sabine sighed.

“Marinette, why don’t you go tell your father the good news?” The girl practically bounced out of the room in her excitement but Lila could only concentrate on the knot in her stomach and the serious look on Sabine’s face. “Why don’t we sit?” That couldn’t be good. She fidgeted as she perched on the edge of a chair.

“You didn’t talk to my mother did you?” It seemed like the only explanation but at the same time there was no way her mother would have agreed to release her medical records.

“No I didn’t.” Lila let out a relieved sigh as Sabine continued. “I’ve been gathering information about your situation and I went to them to explain some things, including you being given medication. All of them were horrified and I had to keep them from calling the police.” Okay now she was really confused.

“She’s got diplomatic immunity. Even if she actually did anything illegal it wouldn’t matter.” Sabine’s expression tightened and she wondered what she’d said wrong.

“Lila, your mother is abusing you.” She frowned at the woman in confusion. That couldn’t be true. Sure she was strict and she did things Lila didn’t agree with… but abuse? “I’ve been putting together proof to give to a friend who is a news anchor. Diplomatic immunity or not, that kind of bad press will cripple her career. I’m planning on talking to her once she’s back in Paris to give her a choice.”

“What choice?” Lila heard her voice crack. She cleared it before continuing. “Let me go to school or you’ll give the proof to the media.” Sabine was studying her but Lila couldn’t figure out why.

“That is far too easy to undo later. She’s going to need to give up custody of you to keep all this quiet.” Lila felt like she’d been punched in the chest. She couldn’t figure out why. Yes, her mother was all she knew, but they’d never more than inhabited the same space. She hadn’t been kidding when she told Ladybug she was certain her mother wished she had never been born, but for some reason the thought of the woman giving her away just to keep her career hurt. She didn’t realize she was crying until Sabine wiped some of the moisture from her face. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but I do believe it is for the best.”

“Who would take custody of me?” The words came out without conscious thought. Who would want her was a better question. If the woman who gave birth to her would be willing to give her away why would anyone else be willing to take her in?

“There are two options.” Sabine’s voice was gentle. Lila couldn’t help but compare it to someone trying to soothe a wounded animal. Two? Her confusion must have shown. “Tom and I have been doing some digging into your past as well. The first option would be for us to take you in. You’d either have to share a room with Mari, or board at the school. She’s fine with either by the way.”

“She’s too forgiving, but I thought you would be more cautious.” Sabine gave a surprised blink before she huffed something that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “What… what’s the other option?” Her expression sobered quickly.

“We found your sister. She’ll be here this afternoon and we’ll go from there.” A buzzing seemed to take over her thoughts. Nothing would form properly. Later, she’d be able to process the concern on Sabine’s face and wonder what her expression was to cause it. “Nothing is decided Lila. We aren’t just going to let someone you don’t know take off with you. Do you want to see her?”

Nothing seemed to penetrate the fog her mind turned into. She could see Sabine’s lips moving still, but she didn’t hear anything. Eventually, her mind managed to form an image. It was the same room that her nightmare took place in, but there was no fire. Just the other girl. The one person who always protected her. Until the fire, this was the only place she felt safe.

“I want to see her.” She knew that the words came from her but she didn’t recognize the tone. It was small and timid. Sabine’s hand on her shoulder finally seemed to ground her a bit.

“We’ll take things as slow as you need to. She doesn’t want to push you but… I think you should know that everyone told her you’d died in the fire along with your father. She didn’t know she should have been looking for you.” The words broke something in her. Before she knew it she heard herself sobbing and Sabine’s arms were pulling her into a hug. Even through the tears she could feel something surfacing. The long buried hope that someone would actually care if she didn’t exist anymore.

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halfax-a · 3 years

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Got tagged by @thebaldursgatekeeper (thank you jere! :3) to write some stuff about myself

Rules: Answer 20 questions and then tag 20 people you want to get to know better.

Nickname: Lin

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 166 cm

Last movie i saw: I believe it was the second wonder woman one, at a friend’s birthday sleepover a few weeks ago. I should watch more movies :(

Last thing i googled: Alice Glass (getting into crystal castles and found some concerning stuff in the youtube comments, so i wanted to find out more)

Favorite musician: I was listening to Noel Gallagher’s new singles the other day and i thought to myself: this guy has just been putting out Some Nice Tunes for the past 25+ years, so i guess i’ll go with that right now? I don’t really have a thought out, designated Favorite Musical Person.

Song stuck in my head: Down By The Water by PJ Harvey

Other blogs: An abandoned aesthetics blog, abandoned youtuber blog, vent blog that keeps getting resurrected and all my previous urls. Nothing i feel i need to promote, lol.

Blogs following: I am following 316 blogs and have 237 followers on my main. Over 500 on my abandoned youtuber blog tho?!

Amount of sleep: 7 hours minimum, unless i have something serious to get up early for.

What am i wearing: My sleep clothes - a tshirt and underwear

Dream job: ???? Good question, if i figure it out i’ll let you know!

Dream trip: Not very ambitious on that front, just wanna go back to scottish mountains :(

Favorite food: Ice cream reigns the supreme sweet!

Play an instrument: No :( (I did have some drumming lessons when i was 15 but i did not keep up with that.)

Languages: Estonian, English, the teeniest bit of Russian (our public school system tried, but ultimately failed with teaching me that language).

Favorite song: Of all time? Error 404, brain does not compute. (Right now it’s The Responsible by Miles Kane)

Random fact: I used to be known as “ghost girl” among the children of my home village, cause i was only let out to play in summer and there were no signs of life from me for the rest of the year. Actually, no signs of life from anyone, i’m sure some of them thought our house was abandoned.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: 3 am walks; the contrast between street lights and a starry sky. Trying to walk/balance on the edge of the sidewalk. Wearing big headphones. Glitter topper eyeshadow.

Tagging @daylight-dreams-world @countrybadsaladman-blog @thebrinkoftime @evaisok @mark-hoppuss @visible-disappointment @cancellablex - the lovely people from my notes! I see you! I appreciate you! :D

#as always - feel free to opt out #this is so incredibly late i am so sorry #i have not stayed up til 3 am to finish something in a while #is this even coherent?#hahahahah idk man but i had fun

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moved-to-void-kissed · 3 years

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Flowers Hiding Thorns

Telanthera’s involvement in a plot to overthrow a cruel nobleman and distribute his wealth among the rest of the court is accidentally revealed to none other than the head of the nobleman’s household servants, Camellia. Luckily, the situation finds itself working out much more smoothly than either woman first expected. (1256 words)

Made it just in time for this to be my piece for the twenty-first day of sapphic September!! This is also the first piece of content I’ve created for my selfship with Camellia, who is an OC created by @vampking! Technically, this takes place before our relationship actually starts, but.. it still counts, right

Reblogs of my work are always okay, and appreciated, but by no means required! Comments should be enabled on the document (which is how I recommend reading it) if anyone wishes to leave any comments, but a transcript is also available below the readmore.

The estate’s regal presence was clear even in the depths of night-time, as the shadows of imposing buildings loomed ominously over their painstakingly-managed grounds. Only a few lonely figures could be seen moving through the mansion, as all those who were awake would have been lowly servants restoring the halls to their peak condition for the apparent benefit of the noble’s guests. Such effort on their part was only a small piece of a grand social affair, designed solely to impress to excess - and the woman holding the wax-sealed letter was sick of it.

“You know I can’t abide by his needless extravagance,” she was muttering in a low voice to a tall man standing in the corner of the room. “All this has to end, for the benefit of all of us.”

“And it very well will, with your assistance in this affair.” replied the man, similarly quietly. “The weightier the fool’s throne, the harder it inevitably crashes down when he sits upon it, no?”

“Yes, quite true,” the lady nodded, before stepping closer to hand over the letter she was holding. It contained a long list of the observations she had made of the estate the two were currently staying in, little insights and quirks of the buildings or the servants’ paths from her perspective. Although they were not perfect, given the lady’s position as a noblewoman, they were nevertheless more useful than anything her peers could have picked up on if asked to, since her early years were spent in a position much closer to a servant than their master, and even despite rising into the higher ranks of the social circles, she always maintained a courtesy and gratitude towards those who assisted her in some way.

“You’ve made the right choice here, Telanthera.”

This remark earned the man a glare that was only half-obscured by the low light, and the lady’s response came in a much less smirk-filled tone. “I suggest you don’t use any names here unless you want a listening ear throwing a spanner in all your well-planned works.”

“Oh, but of course, my dear. Now then, on the note of such, we’d best leave it here, don’t you think?” he asked, stepping back off of the curtain he had been leaning on with the merest sound. “It’s in all our best interests to have you here to assist.”

The man left the room with the smug confidence of one who has always known power and fortune, closing the door behind him silently. Telanthera felt she had done what she needed to, and after taking a moment to compose herself, she also opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. It was long and sprawling, still somehow retaining an air of pompous grandeur in the relative darkness, but the darkness gave it an ominous nature, as well.

As the noblewoman carefully tried to keep her movements quiet yet without provoking suspicion, her mind decided to worry about the consequences of her actions. What would she do if someone caught her out of her bedroom this late at night? One of the most low-ranking servants might be tirelessly cleaning or adjusting the curtains; she supposed she would have to try and emulate enough menace to convince them not to talk about seeing her, though she doubted whether such a tactic would work. It probably would, given that those kinds of people were thought of as expendable and nameless by the tyrant - which is what she tended to call the man whose estate she and other nobles were currently staying in, the man a small selection of those other nobles (which now, as of this night, included herself) were planning to topple and seize the numerous assets of. He was not their direct ruler, so she hesitated to think of these acts as revolution - but he definitely acted like he owned everyone and everything, and at the end of the day, seeing him crumble was all that was important.

That plan should work, she thought to herself, nervously. As long as I don’t run into someone more loyal to the tyrant, someone higher up in the hierarchy, I’ll be alright.

At that moment, the exact sort of person Telanthera hoped not to meet appeared in front of her.

The woman’s bright green eyes seemed heartless and icy in the low light, and her expression belied no hint of surprise or of being caught off-guard. Despite the late hour, her dark brown hair was still tied tightly in a long ponytail, as if she was always on-duty and ready to act. Her dark suit was impeccably neat and proper as well, matching the unmistakeable air of authority she was exuding.

“Camellia Smith, head of the household, in charge of managing household affairs and new servants.” Telanthera had written this down a short time ago in the letter of information she had just handed over, and the fact she was extremely unsure of what to do caused her to absent-mindedly state these facts aloud.

“..That’s correct. I doubt most of my liege’s guests would take the time to recall that as well as you apparently have.” replied Camellia, now also somewhat unsure of how to respond. But such feelings never lasted in someone as well-trained as she was, and she quickly regained control of the situation, standing steadfastly before the nervous noblewoman.

“Might I ask what has caused you to be awake so late at night, my lady?”

“It’s- I-” Such a loss for words was something no person of noble birth should experience, having painstakingly practiced the finer details of etiquette and proper composure from a young age. However, Telanthera was not well-accustomed to the position the Amaranth family had recently reached, and some would argue this meant she was not well-fitting for it, either.

Camellia pressed on, and in the process, confirmed Tel’s worst fear. “If I may, it would not be wise to leave the door of your room ajar with writing implements visible on the table.”

She knew about their plans! Surely someone so important within the tyrant’s servants would expose them!

“Every step should be taken to keep confidential matters and business out of the knowledge of those they do not concern. Surely you understand why this is important now?”

Again, Telanthera was lost for words, though this time because the servant had said something she was not expecting. Was this some elaborate method to try and get more information out of her?

Then something even more unexpected happened.

“I trust you can make your own way back to your room, my lady?”

“I- That is true, yes. There’s no need for you to accompany me, Miss Camellia.” Telanthera asserted, still rather nervous.

Something about this brought the tiniest hint of a smile to Camellia’s face. “Very well then. I wish you a good night’s rest, my lady.” With this said, she began to walk away, in the direction Telanthera had come from.

“A-And the same to yourself, Camellia. However, regarding what you may have seen-”

“Don’t worry.”

What?

She turned to face the lady with the confidence of any noblewoman. “You may already have noticed this, but my brother is also a servant here. Whatever loyalties you believe lie with my liege, are reserved only for him.”

And with that, she turned the corner, seeming to disappear in an instant.

Telanthera hurried back to her own room, still confused, but now wearing a smile of relief.

Perhaps her plans were not ruined at the first hurdle after all.

#a call from the void #creations from the void #cloverse selfshipping #that's definitely not been a tag before now but I know multiple people including myself have F/Os from it so now it's a thing /lh #this post is okay to reblog!#sapphicseptember2021 #selfship #selfshipping #love: tea for the liege (camellia)#selfship: a dance of endeavours (camellia/telanthera)#self‑insert: scourge of royalty (telanthera)#this is technically pre-relationship but it's fine right #have some worldbuilding #it's nearly midnight #selwyn i really hope this is okay #I am readily going to admit that this may not be my best work but hopefully I’ll have more time tomorrow for something #I think it’s Aqua time again #I say that because I’ve been trying to keep the selfships varied rather than doing too many of the same ones in a row

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anathewierdo · 3 years

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Bump on the Road

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1594

Summary: Y/N discovers she's pregnant.

Warnings: None, I believe. Fear of Sam leaving the reader.

A/N: to the anon that requested this pic, I hope you like it, darling. This pic is a lot shorter than my usual, so I apologize for that, but I think it's good ^-^'.

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The life of a hunter has no guarantees. With every case, comes the risk of not living to see the next hunt, to be caught in the impersonation of a federal agent and winding up in jail, to mess with the wrong partner once and wind up dead.

Y/N has always found it ironic how in all of the odds that hunting can have, to live a somewhat normal or balanced life is practically a nonexisting one.

Like the world is telling you that your only choice is to fight monsters. That you can’t have that decent apartment you saw once or that you can’t actually date the cute civilian because they don’t know what’s bumping in the night and they wouldn’t believe you if you told them.

In a life like this one, stability is a luxury, a rarity.

Y/N can barely think of a few hunters who have that luxury and most of them are dead.

Deadly odds and rare luxuries aside, you wouldn’t change a thing. You found your own stability with Sam friggin’ Winchester by your side. Well, as stable as the life of a hunter can be.

The huntress knows how lucky she is to have Sam as her boyfriend. Partner? Boyfriend.

Sam is nothing short of amazing. He’s considerate, empathetic, handsome and loving. He’s everything Y/N has ever wished for in a partner. He’s home.

The thought of ever losing him makes her shudder in fear on a good day.

Today, that thought has her sobbing quietly on the bunker’s bathroom floor.

There are two pink lines, clear as day, on the pregnancy test and it feels as if they’re mocking her. She keeps trying to figure out when it could’ve happened– how it could’ve happened. They’d been careful, they’d used protection every single time they slept together. This shouldn’t have happened.

Yet, those two pink lines are still there.

The test in her hands is the last of four. Y/N had grown more desperate and scared with every ‘positive’ result she received. One of the tests even said she was about two weeks along. Said test now lies in pieces around her.

“What am I gonna do?” she laments to the bathroom walls.

Sam and her had talked about the future, of course. They were bound to do so after years together. They’d talked about the possibility of getting ‘married’, of having children, of what their lives could look like years from now.

The baby part wasn’t supposed to come this soon.

Y/N takes a shaky breath, collecting the pregnancy tests and wiping away her tears. She can’t lose Sam. She’s not ready. She doesn’t know what to do, but she has time. She has time to figure out how, when and what to tell him. She has time to decide if she’ll keep it. She has time. She can do this. Her life can still be okay.

She’ll figure this out.

After getting rid of the tests, Y/N proceeds to act like nothing happened. She can’t deal with the news at the moment, much less deal with Sam, Dean or even Cas interrogating her if they notice something off.

That night, when her and Sam go to bed, she hugs him a little more tightly than usual, murmuring she loves him into his skin and basking in the warmth in her chest when Sam says it back.

A day turns into two, then into three, and by the times she notices, she has reached her seventh week pregnant.

That’s when the famous pregnancy sickness began. She’d wake up, whether it was the middle of the night or early in the morning and rush as quietly as possible to the toilet. By some sort of miracle, none of the guys had asked or commented anything in all this time.

And she is in the middle of a very nice and quiet sleep when Sam enters their room.

“Hey, honey,” he calls to her softly. “Wake up. We found a case in St. Louis.”

Y/N groans. “What is it?”

“Simple salt’n burn, we’ll be back in no time.”

Knowing their luck, she doesn’t believe him, but Y/N simply groans in feigned frustration and gets up. They’re out of the bunker in the next thirty minutes.

The case is indeed a salt’n burn, but with her sickness seemingly getting worse by the day, she barely is of any help. By the time they’ve identified whose ghost was tormenting those teenagers, Sam is glued to her side, worried sick over what might have caused her to be in this state.

“Do you think you can explain it to me?” he pleads. “Maybe it was something you ate. Or maybe it was something else. Maybe we should go see a doctor–”

“No!” Y/N croaks hastily. Her throat is still wrecked from the amount of vomit she just threw in the motel room’s toilet. “No doctor. I’m okay. It’ll pass.”

“Y/N, you’ve been vomiting for days now. You get up in the middle of the night and I can hear you gagging on your way out,” Sam argues. “Or how about the way you flat out refused to eat Dean’s pancakes the other day? You acted as if they were disgusting and they’re your favorite!”

“Sam, I promise you, I’m okay.”

“But you’re not! Please. What is it? You need medicine. Let me help you.”

It’s the look in his eyes as he speaks that breaks her. In all of their time together, Y/N can recall several arguments, fights, sad and happy moments between them. There had been a few close calls, even, but Sam has never looked at her this scared, like he’s losing her and he’s trying to hold on.

It’s only hit her now. He’s as scared of losing her as she is of losing him.

It’s frustrating how much she has been crying ever since she had learned she was pregnant. And it seems like she’s going to cry even more, judging by the knot forming around her throat.

Her hands shake slightly, but she manages to get a firm grip of Sam’s hands.

With a deep breath, Y/N looks him in the eye. “What I have can’t be cured by a visit to the doctor, Sam. Not now, at least.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means that I– I discovered something. I should’ve told you sooner. I shouldn’t have waited this long but,” she clears her throat. “ah, fuck. I’m pregnant, Sam.”

For the first time since she’s met him, Y/N can’t tell what Sam is thinking. He squishes her hands tightly, looking at her like she’s dropped a something on him, but he doesn’t know quite yet what it is. A silence between them stretches. The longer it becomes, the more scared she gets.

“I’m sorry,” she tries to get closer to him. He lets her, seemingly frozen, still staring at Y/N. “I’ve known for weeks now, I’m sorry. I love you. I just– I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t know if we are ready and I wanted to make up my mind before telling you.”

“Stop,” he mumbles, leaning away and looking at her like she might not be real. “You– fuck, you shouldn’t have been doing this alone. I– Y/N, you– I should’ve– damn it.”

Sam closes the space between them, kissing her with all his might. Y/N’s knees grow weak at just how much love he pours into the kiss. His arms snake around her waist, then he’s cupping her face and Y/N’s own hands hold on tightly to his clothes, needing him close, not wanting to let him go.

When the kiss breaks, they’re both left panting, but the only one with tears in his eyes is Sam.

“Do you want it?” he asks.

Y/N opens her mouth right away to say yes, but she stops. She can’t say it.

“I don’t know,” is what she ends up answering. “I don’t know if you’d want it. If we can even do it. If we're ready. We said ‘maybe one day’, we didn’t say ‘now’.”

Sam nods along, considering every word, before leaning down to press his forehead against her own.

“I want to be with you,” is his answer. “With kids, without kids, in a year, in ten, in fifty. And if– I’m on your side. I’m right here. I love you so fucking much.”

“But do you want to be a dad now, Sam?”

“As long as you are their mom and as long as you’re with me, yes,” he says immediately. “Whatever you decide, I’m all in. We’ll figure it out, just like we always have.”

Y/N can’t take it anymore. She pulls him into another kiss, smiling softly into Sam’s lips and her heart is beating a mile a minute, it feels like it might burst out of her heart. Sam will be here. Sam loves her. And now she feels silly for ever thinking she would lose him.

The feeling grows so big, she giggles against his lips. Sam breaks the kiss to look at her with questioning, yet loving eyes.

“Sam,” she smiles, her eyes shine with fear and love and it’s the strangest mix Sam has ever seen butit mesmerizes him. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I think we are.”

The rest of their day is spent in each other’s arms, with loving words and excited plans for the little Winchester who’s yet to come. And when Dean comes back from torching the remains of the ghost, he almost passes out with excitement at the news.

For the first time since she found out she was pregnant, Y/N is genuinely excited at the possibilities of their new normal. She's excited to meet her kid. She's excited to do so with Sam by her side. As long as she can hold his hand, they will be alright; her, Sam and their little peanut.

To the lovely anon who sent this request, I hope you liked it. Thank you for your request <3

I'm not gonna tag anybody for this fic because I don't have a Forevers or Sam Winchester tag list. If you're interested in being tagged tho, please let me know.

As always, my requests are open :D

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