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lanadelnegan · 9 months

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Wildest Dreams

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Song inspo: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Summary: Y/n's celebrity crush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, makes her dreams come true when she meets him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, *Jeffrey is single*, plot, smut, sexual tension, cursing, sex, oral, daddy-kink

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever, ahhh! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

This can't be happening right now. I can't believe he's actually right there. I'm about to touch him.

"Well hello there." Jeffrey's smile widens as I approach his open arms. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Y/n...Hi" I smile and let him wrap his arms around me.

"That is a beautiful name, y/n. You ready?"

"Yeah, but can we pose a different way though.. maybe looking at each other?" I ask, hoping he can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Absolutely, doll." He turns his body facing mine and gently places his fingers around my jawline, looking directly into my eyes and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Relax." His tone is soft but demanding.

The photographer counts to 3 but it feels like 10 because Jeffrey's hazel brown eyes are burning flames into mine. I swear this man is staring into my soul as if he can read every thought I've ever had about him. Including that one, because the left side of his mouth suddenly raises and he lets out a "negan-like" chuckle that only the two of us can hear.

I'm the first one to break away from our embrace and I can feel my cheeks redden as I take another glance at him. I make a mental note to never forget what he looks like in person and let my stare linger a little too long on his chest hair peeking out from his white t-shirt. His smirk grows wider and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. "You... are adorable."

When he leans away, the smell of tobacco, leather, and sweet mint fills my lungs.

Even now as I sit in my car, his scent is burned into my nose and the front of my shirt.. I'll never wash it again. My eyes close and my head falls back against my driver's seat.

The rest of my evening is spent binge watching The Walking Dead -season 7 of course - and ordering too much room service. I should go out. I drove 3 hours to Austin, TX.. by myself, which is a big deal for me. I should at least explore the city while I'm here.

I shower and throw on some jean shorts and a cute top, pretending I'm not bothered by the fact that I just washed any trace of my parasocial boyfriend off of me. At least I have this. I hold the picture we took and study it for the 48th time today.

After google searching "nightlife in Austin", Sixth Street seems to be where it's at, so I head that way and although it's only 7 minutes away from my hotel, it takes me 30 to find parking. I have no clue where exactly I'm going or what I'm doing, but hell - I met Jeffrey Dean Morgan earlier. If I could do that, I could do anything. I apply some lip gloss and tell my anxiety to go fuck itself before climbing out of the car.

Bright neon signs from every building light up the street and I smile to myself at the couples holding hands walking past me. I browse around at my options for drinks - not food - because I destroyed $70 worth of room service earlier - and make out the faint sound of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming from one of the pubs up ahead as if it's calling my name. "Shakespeare's." the old sign reads, and I know that's the one. I make my way into the mildly crowded pub, find a seat at the end of the bar, and don't waste any time ordering a drink.

I bring up the picture of Jeffrey and me on my phone and study it.. for the 49th time today. I'm lost in my thoughts when a deep voice fills my ear. "Shit. That is one handsome dude." He takes a seat next to me and orders himself a drink while I stare at him wide-eyed and unable to speak. Oh.. my god.

Jeffrey orders his drink and turns his body towards me slightly with that signature grin on his stupidly handsome face. He breaks the silence since my lips seem to be paralyzed at the moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking, y/n." ... he remembered my name.

"I'm thinking that there is no way this is real life right now." I grin and look around, trying to mentally focus on suppressing the redness in my cheeks.

He laughs as the bartender places his drink down. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." I say under my breath as I sip my drink, surprised by my liquid courage. If he heard me, he ignores it and I internally cringe at myself.

"Cheers, darlin'." We tap our drinks and I throw my head back to finish mine completely. I sense his gaze on me and turn to face him completely. "So.. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He fires back.

"Apparently having a drink with my celebrity crush." I laugh and cringe again. I need to stop.

"Crush? Me?" sarcasm drips from his smirk as he sips on his whiskey. "Would have never guessed.. not with the way you were blushing like hell during our picture."

My mouth drops open. "I was not!"

"No? Lemme see then." He nods towards my phone in my lap.

I pause hesitantly before handing him my phone and unlocking it for him. Bad idea. Instead of looking at our picture, he clicks on the camera button and turns it to selfie mode. He raises my phone in front of us and leans into me. I'm caught off guard but quickly lean into him, our faces touching and I smile as cool, calm, and collected as I can be in this moment.

He snaps a couple pictures of us and looks at them. "We are fucking cute as shit." He shows me and I laugh.

He pulls some glasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on his face while holding my phone. I watch him in awe as he takes it upon himself to browse through my phone. My heart drops when he goes to the home screen and sees himself as my wallpaper with cute little hearts and cherries surrounding him. Fuck.

I wait for his reaction but it doesn't faze him. And if it does, he says nothing. He stares at the screen a little longer then finally glances at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to my phone. His thumb presses the tiktok icon and I watch curiously. He's not seriously about to suggest we make a tiktok together. Ick.

Worse. Instead, he clicks on my favorites and multiple squares of his face pop up - edits of him. I almost reach for my phone, but part of me likes that he sees it. What is wrong with me.

He looks at me and raises his brow. For the first time all night, I don't blush when he looks at me and it seems to amuse him because he chuckles and looks back at my phone. He clicks on one of the edits and watches himself on top of another woman kissing her passionately. I watch it with him unashamedly. Before it ends, he suddenly clicks my screen off and hands me my phone back.

"Why did you save that?" he asks with a serious tone.

"Uh, I jus - I liked it." I shrug.

"You like watching me make love to women?"

I laugh to myself. "Uhhh. Yeah, I guess so."

He pauses and stares at me, this time with a serious expression. "Do you wish it was you?"

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

He stands and puts his jacket on. Oh great, I scared him. Good job y/n.

"Let's go." He throws a $100 on the bar and motions for me to stand up too.

I'm obviously not going to question this man. If he tells me to bark, I'll bark. I almost faint when I feel his big palm firmly placed right above my backside as we're leaving.

We exit the bar with our heads down as we quickly walk to his car. He opens the passenger side and I get in, waiting for him to appear on the other side. Leather, mint, and tobacco fill my lungs and I'm gone once again.

I'm so lost in my head that I don't even notice that he's already in the driver's seat. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know anymore." My answer amuses him and he drives a few blocks away to one of the "rich" hotels. The entire ride over is awkward silence with the exception of Jeffrey blowing puffs of cigarette smoke towards the crack in his window every few moments.

"Y/n." He puts the car in park and turns towards me while flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling it up. "At any point tonight if you want to leave or.. you.. want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?"

I look at him and his face is the most serious I've seen it all day.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Come here." Is all he says before I'm leaned towards him over the middle console and so close to his face that our noses are touching. I wait for him to make the move but he doesn't. He looks down at my lips and sighs. "Fuck. I'm not going to kiss you."

I back away a little, feeling embarrassed before he continues explaining. He brings me back closer to him and his hand caresses my cheek. "I need you to understand that tonight is a one time thing, y/n. You.. you can't catch anymore feelings for me than you already have, okay? I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm not going to break your heart in the process."

The smell of his minty cigarette breath tempts me and I have to mentally restrain myself from not crashing into this man's lips. But I just nod instead.

"Good girl." Is all he says before he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.

The way up to his room is quick and discreet. It's 11pm so we only pass two people on the way up and they didn't seem to recognize him. Even his hotel room is already filled with his signature scent, minus the tobacco.

"Would you like to stay the night with me, y/n?"

"Um, obviously. Are you kidding? ..Yes, I'd love to." I laugh and look around his room.

The lights are off, but the room is bright enough with the city lights shining through the windows. I fall into the bed dramatically on the side closest to the window.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he grins before closing the bathroom door. I stare back at the closed door and imagine what he looks like getting undressed behind it.

I glance around the large room and notice his phone sitting on the nightstand next to "his side" of the bed. He went through mine.. so it's only fair if I -

I reach over and grab his phone. 042266. I type in his birthdate and the phone locks. I laugh to myself. Too easy, old man.

There's a recent text message from.. my number? I click it and the picture he took of us at the bar pops up. And another one - our picture we took at comic con. He sent them to himself.

I don't want to intrude on his personal business too much, so instead I open his camera and take some goofy selfies. The bathroom door opens while I'm mid tongue out. He stops and stares at me as I slowly set his phone down on the bed. I shrug at him and he shakes his head a little and laughs. He appears in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I turn my gaze away before I get carried away and my eyes get permanently glued to his torso.

"It's okay, y/n. You can look at me. In fact, I want you to."

I look back at him and don't even bother hiding how hard I'm checking him out now. I observe every hair on his chest and my eyes travel south until I'm imagining what he looks like under the towel. A lucky water drop runs down his flat stomach and disappears and I'm hoping the drool I just felt run down my chin was just my imagination. He walks slowly over to my side of the bed and stands next to me.

"You ready to find out what my cock looks like, y/n?"

If I was drinking water right now, I would have just spit it out all over him. I nod and he drops the towel. His cock springs free and I stare at it in awe. He's about 7-8 inches of thick perfection and I've never seen something so hot in my life. He looks down at himself, a proud smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me one of your fantasies, y/n. We're not doing anything tonight that you haven't already thought about."

"I - well, one of them is.. putting it in my mouth." I look up at him innocently.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

I get up and push him gently for him to sit on the bed, then get on my knees in between his legs. If I weren't still buzzing from the drinks earlier, there is no way I'd have the confidence to do this.

He leans back slightly with his hands on either side of him on the bed and looks down at me through lust filled hazel eyes.

"It's all yours baby." He smiles and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

I slowly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him - like man and fresh leather soap. I groan around him as I take him further and the growl that escapes his throat encourages me to take him as far in the back of my throat as I can.

"Fuuuck baby." His deep voice strains and I watch as his head fall back with pleasure. I continue steadily sucking him and stroking where my throat won't reach. His moans grow louder with each time he hits the back of my throat.

He suddenly thrusts his hips up slightly, causing me to gag and jolt back a little.

"Goddamn it, y/n. You are not making me cum yet." He hanks my hair back and his cock pops out of my mouth and stands strong against his stomach. It's big and wet and throbbing, and my legs clench together and the sight of him.

I stand up and take my shirt off, then my bra. Then slowly slide my shorts and panties down while facing away from him. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he wastes no time grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. He positions me until my head is on the bed and my ass in the air before I feel his cock press against my soaked pussy from behind. He rubs himself against my wet slit until I'm whimpering and begging him to put it in me.

"Beg for me, baby." He slaps my ass and the sensation causes me to jump a little.

"Please, Jeffrey. I need you. Please."

"Baby, now I know that's not what you call me in your fantasies, is it?" Another slap to my bare ass makes me yelp.

"Daddy.. please!"

His dark chuckle fills the room and every one of my senses is on fire. His scent, his voice, his dick all surround me until I'm crying and pleading for this man to ruin me. "Please daddy, I need you. Please."

"Sorry, princess. I'm taking my time with you." He flips me over suddenly until I'm laying flat on my back. His knees push mine apart, signaling me to spread open for him until he positions himself above me. He leans over me until our faces are inches apart.

My hands roam over his lean body and scratch his back lightly as his lips travel down my neck. His hard cock slides back and forth between my slit and it feels too good every time it brushes my sensitive clit.

"Goddamn, you are soaking my fucking cock and I haven't even put it inside you yet, baby." he groans and bites my nipple gently before taking it into his mouth and sucking so hard it hurts.

He finally leans up, sitting on his knees, and positions his cock right at my entrance.

"Was I or gentle or rough in your fantasies?" He rubs the head against my clit before sliding it back down. My pussy is weeping for him at this point.

"Rough.. please." I choke out.

"Please.. what?" He growls.

"Please daddy!"

He chuckles. "You want it rough baby?" I nod and a tear runs down my cheek at how bad I need him.

"Be careful what you ask for." In one motion, he enters me fully, causing me to scream out at the sudden sensation. My body feels like it was just completely ripped in half, and I wouldn't want it any other way so I cry out for him to do it again. He smirks before pulling out all the way and ramming himself back in.

He starts thrusting at a steady pace and I concentrate on the way his balls feel slapping against me.

Even more tears fall from my face from the extreme emotions he's making me feel. Horny, desperate, obsessed, in.. love.

Fuck.

"Baby. Why are you crying?" He slows his pace and leans over me, assessing my eyes.

"I - I don't know. I - I just.."

"You want me to stop?" his voice is filled with lust and concern.

"No! .. No, don't stop. I just.."

I love you.

"I want it slower." I lie.

"Y/n.. I know you better than that already." He says gently as he thrusts into me deep and agonizingly slow. His lips brush over my ear. "Tell me, baby." He kisses my neck before grabbing my jaw firmly and looking for answers in my eyes. "Tell me, y/n, or I'm stopping."

I close my eyes and blurt out before I can stop myself. "I - I think I love you."

Jeffrey's expression falls serious and he looks back and forth between my eyes while slowly releasing my jaw. His head drops and his eyes close as if he just got slapped, but he continues fucking me.

"Goddamn it, y/n... I told you.. I told you not to catch feelings."

I just stare at him and cry. "I'm sorry."

He closes his eyes again tightly as if contemplating what he should do next. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back passionately and his tongue slips into my mouth. He picks up the pace with our kiss and his hips and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. What am I gonna do with you?" his breathing grows faster and heavier with mine.

"Jeffrey.. fuck, I'm - I'm."

"Cum for me, baby." He growls and quickens his thrusts again.

I scream out for him and he moans into my neck.

"Jeffrey.. you know what else I fantasize about?" I ask him while trying to catch my breath.

"What's that, baby?" His balls slap against me over and over and over.

"What you taste like when you cum."

He lifts his head to look at me and paints a devilish grin across his face. "Yeah? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth, baby?"

I nod without question. I've dreamt about what this man tastes like for so long. If this is our one and only night together, I need to know.

"Fuck." He pulls out of me and leans back on his knees, bringing my head with him as his fingers tightly grip my hair.

"You ready, baby? Open up." His voice is deep and hoarse as he moans out and I swear I've never heard a man sound as sexy as he does right now.

His warm, salty cum fills my throat and I greedily swallow every drop of him, licking his tip until he's completely drained.

"Holyyy shit. Look at my dirty girl." He grins down at me and strokes my hair like he's proud.

He drops down in the bed and holds his arm out for me to lay next to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat. A few minutes pass and I'm hoping he forgot about my little comment earlier. Well - big comment. I can't believe I told him I love him. I mean, I do love him and I think I have for awhile now, but why did I have to be a psycho and tell him that.

He finally breaks the silence. "Y/n.. We have to talk about it."

I sigh. Here it goes. "I know.. listen.. I didn't mean it. Obviously, I barely know you. I was caught up in the moment and I was just.. emotional. I promise I'm - I'm not crazy. I know this is a one time thing and I'm okay with that."

"Hmph." I feel his chest rise a little and he sighs. I lift my head up to look at him and he smiles wide at me before kissing my lips.

"That's too bad y/n.. Cause I was thinking we could do this again tomorrow."

The End.

If you read this, thank you so much. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so pls be nice. If you hate it, I'll cry. :') Xo,kb.

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deanbrainrotwritings · 11 months

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— LIVIN IN YOU

SUMMARY : dean actually loves reading. it should have been obvious what he’d enjoy reading the most. he doesn’t hate all books. he likes fun ones, ones with spice and romance.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS : nsfw(18+), smut, smutty thoughts, fluff, sub!dean, dom!reader

WORD COUNT : 4.9k

A/N : title from a song by radio company. I was doing research on erotic novels for this and Bared to You by Silvia Day was the first book that popped up so I started reading it as research and planned to read only one chapter. It was all I was gonna include but I ended up liking it, and finished it lmaooo X

Dean couldn’t sleep. His bed was too empty, too cold. He moved around trying to find a comfortable position to finally fall asleep in, before he groaned and stared up at the ceiling thinking of what to do to put himself to sleep.

Y/N was out really late with Cas and Jack getting dinner since Cas and Jack went out on a hunt together and succeeded. Dean had just showered and eaten when they came back and Jack was starving so Y/N kissed Dean goodnight and went to take Jack and Cas for a late night dinner.

He chuckled shyly to himself as his brain suggested something. He looked around for his headphones and then searched in his box where he had his porn. Y/N didn’t look inside because she wasn’t interested in it—having him and all that was her reasoning. He hasn’t looked at his porn in years but he still liked collecting it anyway and Y/N didn’t mind that he did.

He finally found what he was looking for at the bottom of the box, beneath the Busty Asian Beauties magazines he had. He was paranoid and embarrassed about the thought of Y/N finding this out. It was a book he hadn’t read when he first got it. He and Cas had gone to the library years back and he was looking for something to teach Cas about sex while Y/N and Sam stayed back at the Bunker, cooking.

Dean led Cas to the erotic novels sections at the bookstore in town and he started to pick random books for him to read, from LGBTQ+ to heterosexual couples, monogamy to polyamory, BDSM, and more. Even Dean learned a few new things and they made him realise how right Rowena was when she said he was “sheltered”.

Dean sat, cross-legged, in the middle of his bed and kept his sheets on his lap to keep him warm. He plugged his headphones into his phone and let Led Zeppelin play quietly as he tried to focus on the words of the book. He was shy about reading it, so he was barely on chapter six of the book titled Bared to You. It was intense and straight to the point while all at once being a slow burn.

The main character, Eva, reminded him a little of Y/N with her wit and stubbornness, while the love interest, Gideon Cross, reminded him of himself if he were rich and more intense.

He wanted to skip straight to the sex scenes, but since it was surprisingly good, he decided against it. Once he’d started reading it—thinking he’d fall asleep quickly a few days ago, he found himself enthralled and captivated page after page as if he hadn’t had much more intense and creative sex with Y/N at least every night and morning.

He enjoyed the book more by imagining it was him and Y/N as Gideon and Eva. It could at least explain the blush that flared up his neck to his ears and cheeks, and the way his cock stiffened and swelled inside his black boxers.

He never touched himself, he just kept reading the fucked up relationship between Eva and Gideon, grateful that—as fucked up as he and Y/N were, they didn’t have something as complicated or toxic as them.

He wasn’t very good at talking about his feelings or his troubles, but he got there eventually as he processed events. Y/N didn’t push, she was just there—waiting for him, and never complained. She trusted him and she was kind, which helped to make her trust him. It was easier since she knew how to handle her own emotions despite how powerfully she felt them. So much about her made him feel safe enough to feel whatever he was feeling without being judged, invalidated, or forced to talk about it.

He didn’t always tell her he loved her in the traditional sense—through words, but he hoped—when he kissed her, when he made love to her, when he cooked for her, when he held her hand, when he smiled at her, and everything else he did—that she knew it was his way of saying it when it was too much to say out loud.

The book wasn’t very long and it was occasionally real to him. He sometimes related to Gideon and Eva, to their trauma, the feeling of being undeserving of love, the fear of vulnerability and intimacy, the inadequate feeling self-hate caused, disgust, and using sex as a coping mechanism. Now, when he had sex, it was because of surges of love and lust from how kind and tender Y/N was with him.

He didn’t feel used or objectified by her, he didn’t feel good about himself only during sex. He felt loved, worshipped, beautiful, and worthy with every press of her lips on his freckled skin, with every movement of her hands on his body, with the adoring words whispered into his mouth, against his skin. He felt it outside of the bedroom when she gazed at him lovingly when he talked about anything at all—and there was a special little glint when he gushed about cowboys. He felt it when he ate and caught her looking at him already with warm and amused eyes, when she cooked and fed him, praising him and complimenting him for looking cute as he ate. He felt it when she listened and kept her eyes on him like he was the only one in the room worth looking at, the way she hung on his every word, and how she was kind to him despite all the hurt she’s felt. She was everything. There wasn’t a single moment he’s spent with her where he hasn’t felt it.

So, even though the story did stress him out sometimes, he liked comparing Gideon and Eva to himself and Y/N. It made him feel proud of their relationship and good about himself because Gideon was really frustrating to him—and yes, Dean was aware how he keeps stuff to himself as well. However, he had never inflicted such anguish on Y/N by doing so, and he can’t keep it inside very long when Y/N makes him open up like a flower when it’s kissed by the sunrise. It’s not forced, he’s not pressured, it's just natural that he does so, bending to her tender will.

He already knew, years ago, when he started to love her. But the moment he actually let it take him over was when he was fresh out of hell, when they stood by his car in the cold, outside that barn where they hid Anna from Uriel and Cas. And he knew he was done for when she looked at him like he was everything, even as she confessed to knowing what he’d done in hell, when he realised that it didn’t alter or affect her feelings for him.

His walls were obliterated as if they were hit by a meteor when she kissed him, when she stole his breath for the first time, when she touched him so tenderly. When he felt her naked skin against his for the first time, and she quietly chanted his name over and over when he claimed her inside the backseat of his car. He was devastated by the gentle caress of her touch, by her soft panting breaths as he teased her, by the taste of her, by the way she tasted him. He felt beautiful—like a star after its death—when he was inside her that night for the first time, when he’d made love to her like he’d never loved anyone else.

He’d always known she was the only person he’d truly love after that Djinn made her his girlfriend in the wish-dream many years ago. When he told her he loved her in that dream-state and as he said them, he thought to himself that those words were only for her, he swore to himself that he’d never say them to anyone.

He’d gotten to chapter thirteen in a breeze and he was still invested in the story. There was so much drama going on between the characters and he was blushing—not just from how hot the sex was, but because he was embarrassed that he actually liked the book.

Just as he got to another sex scene he shuddered when he felt a little draught and he jumped when he looked up and saw Y/N standing with the door open. She looked like she’d been caught, she was frozen and blinked at him with confusion and surprise.

Immediately, he closed the book and turned it onto its back to hide the cover, then removed his headphones. She relaxed and smiled softly at him, “I thought you’d be asleep.” She stepped forward, her eyes filled with love as she reached out for his face. He stared up at her with a deep blush on his face, he was anxious to be discovered by her, but he closed his eyes when her fingertips gently brushed across his cheeks.

“Couldn’t sleep without you,” he murmured and opened his eyes, glancing up at her through his thick lashes. Her smile widened slightly and she cupped the side of his jaw, letting him rest his breathtaking face in her soft palm.

“I’m here now,” she whispered. He smiled softly, lifting his hand to hold her wrist and moved it to his mouth so he could kiss her pulse. “Let me get cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” He nodded gently, closing his eyes when she leaned down to kiss his forehead. He leaned into her with a content smile, then offered his lips to her when she pulled away. A single press of her warm mouth on his made his lips tingle, but he let her walk away, and licked his lips as he watched her leave his room. He let himself bask in the aftermath of her tenderness for a few seconds. He just stared at the door she exited from, his eyes drifting away little by little as he bit his lip, deep in thought. Thinking of her—naked, mostly.

Shortly after, he made quick work of hiding his book where it had been and returned his headphones to where they were before as well. He sighed and threw his phone on the wooden bedside table carelessly. He felt a bit of adrenaline at the thought of being discovered and arousal from having been fantasising sexual encounters with Y/N.

Still, he innocently returned to his spot on the bed. He moved beneath the warm sheets of his bed—sitting, and rubbed his eyes when he heard his bedroom door opening again. Y/N was standing there for a while, smiling at the way he rubbed his eyes before she entered. She quietly closed the door behind her and walked towards him, “what were you doing before I interrupted you?”

He stared at the black shirt she wore. It was his Led Zeppelin shirt with a grainy black and white image of a zeppelin and orange coloured words. He smiled at how big it fit her—like a minidress. His adoring, honeydew eyes fell to her bare legs and her blue ankle socks with white clouds, to the grey slippers on her feet.

She climbed onto the bed and he bit his lip, shyly looking at his hands, “listening to music and reading some book about wraiths. It was interesting, so, uh, I couldn’t fall asleep after all,” he lied and she chuckled. She still raised a brow as she inspected his flushed state, and moved the sheets to straddle him, unaware that he was hard. He exhaled shakily when she sat back on his thighs and his hands flexed on her legs as she rested her arms on his shoulders. “How’d it go with Jack and Cas?” He cleared his throat and held her hips, hoping to change the subject even though he only wanted to pull her onto his cock.

“Good,” she murmured, “Jack wanted a burger, milkshake, and some fries.” She smiled down at him, then kissed his lips softly oblivious to the way it only fueled his lust. His eyes fluttered shut and he hummed softly. “Cas was just sitting there all stiff, but he relaxed a little when Jack started to ask questions about how all of the food they served was made.” She cupped his face in both of her hands, feeling his ticklish stubble on her palms and the heat of his blush. “You’re warm, are you okay?”

She sounded concerned and she brushed her lips against his forehead to see if he was sick. He only nodded to reassure her he was fine and captured her lips with his in a needy kiss. He brought her hips forward, finally letting her know what was going on down south. She gasped against his mouth at the friction against her clit and he groaned softly at the sound of it, tightening his grip.

“A book on wraiths made you hard?” She teased breathlessly, her eyes fluttering shut when he kissed the corner of her mouth. Her heart rate picked up with excitement and her skin started to get warm with the rush of blood through her body.

“Shut up,” he murmured, kissing across her jaw, nibbling gently on her jawline. He trailed his opened mouth down her neck, his tongue sliding against her soft skin, tasting her and breathing in the fruity scent mixed with the aroma of flowers in her soft hair. “I was thinking of you,” he told her, his voice deep and husky, it made her pussy quiver.

“What about me?” She whispered, her fingers buried in his short hair. He slowly moved his hands up her back beneath the shirt she wore and brought his mouth up to her lips, but he didn’t kiss her.

“The first time I was inside your tight, hot, wet little cunt,” he growled, taking a moment to see her reaction.

“Dean,” she gasped, her stomach fluttering with excitement. Pleased with her response, he pressed his lips against hers, passionate and thrilled with a newfound confidence. He pulled the shirt up and off her body quickly. Her hands returned to his hair to tug at the short strands, drawing out little grunts from him that went straight to her clit. He didn’t give her much time to catch her breath, instantly returning to her lips once he removed the shirt, not that she needed air as she robbed him of his own oxygen with the depth and passion of her returned kiss.

He gently prodded at the seam of her lips with his tongue and she opened up to him swiftly, a sudden neediness controlling their actions. He could taste chocolate on her tongue when he licked into her mouth, savouring the flavour of the milkshake she must have ordered as his fingers toyed with the hem of her panties. He felt his skin electrify when she moaned at the gentle strokes of his hot tongue.

“I wanna make you come,” he whispered against her lips. He pulled her closer, her breasts squeezed against his broad chest which was covered in a black Henley. The cotton rubbed against her breasts deliciously and made her nipples tighten. He turned her over onto her back with his arms around her waist and he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took.

He looked down at her, seeing her shiver now that she wasn’t warmed by his body heat and took a moment to admire as she laid naked beneath him. His eyes drifted away from her pink cheeks to look at her full breasts, down her slightly concaving stomach, and finally her pink underwear. His hands flexed on her thighs, slowly rising to her hip bones where her underwear was resting.

“Take me,” she whispered, reaching over to lift his shirt up off him as well, “however you want,” she told him quietly. He groaned softly at her words, quickly taking his shirt off to do as she clearly wanted him to. She stared up at him with wide eyes that swallowed him whole like beautiful, hungry black holes.

“Whatever you say, angel,” he murmured, looking away from her blushing face fro a few seconds just to remove his boxers. Like him, she’d looked away from his face to watch him strip completely, her little tongue dipping out to moisten her dry lips at the sight of his stiff cock. He looked up at the right moment, caught her quite literally salivating at the sight of his dick leaking at the tip. “Wanna taste?”

That was usually her line, when he’d stare at her glistening folds debating on whether to fuck her already or eat her out. Unlike him, she’d say it bashfully. She’d move his attention away from between her legs because she was just like that sometimes. He adored her to pieces with every fibre in his body.

As she crawled over to him, he sat back on his legs, his hands stretched out behind him as his cock bobbed with excitement. His eyes were on her, right where they belonged, watching her lower herself slightly and very teasingly dipped her tongue into his slit, tonguing away his precum. His breath hitched and his hands fisted the sheets, his hips instinctively moving upwards.

“Yummy,” she said playfully, moving up his body. He stared at her with parted lips, panting as his cock ached for attention, but her hands slid up his thighs and stayed there.

“Please,” he moaned impatiently. She blinked at him once, a little smile on her face making her even more irresistible. She shifted slightly, but his eyes were glued on her as she slowly trailed her fingertips up his cock. She became flustered and averted her gaze to his lips, leaning forward just a bit when he became a little too intense to stare at. Dean felt his lips tingle as they brushed against hers, but he let her have control, let her tease him by refusing to just kiss him senseless.

Her touch was teasing, light and slow as she moved her hand up and down at last. Her thumb swiped over the slit, spreading the warm precum that had started to bead out, her mouth watering at the sight. But instead of continuing to tease him, she moved onto his lap, pulled away from his face to guide his cock to her soaked entrance. And just with the sensation of her warmth around the tip, he whined.

The sound made her insides quiver and she cursed under her breath, a little smirk tugging at her lips. His hands clasped her thighs painfully, the tortuous way she slid down the length of him made him roll his hips up impatiently. The breath she took had caught in her chest at how good it felt to be this close to him once again.

Her lips were on his again, at last, swiftly aiding the passion that made her tummy warm, that made his body burn with so much heat he felt like a sun had started to burn inside of him. He loved it. Being loud on purpose. Losing himself in her completely and giving in, letting her take control and please him the way only she knew how to do.

A loud moan slipped past his lips, into her loving mouth when she sat fully on his lap. The way she tightened around him after each sound spurred him on. His hands moved up her sides, grasping tightly at her hips, hoping to mark her skin as he tugged her forward, fervently giving himself pleasure.

“Just wait,” she murmured against his lips, pulling away to push his shoulders until he was lying down on his back. He whined in response, bratty—cutely refusing to stop. His head tipped back, letting his body relax into the bed while he lifted his hips up, his lips parting to vocalise more of his pleasure. “You’re so fucking pretty,” she chuckled breathlessly, staring down at him—utterly enraptured by his impatience and his determination to make himself feel good.

“Need to cum so ba-Fuck!” He screwed his eyes shut when she lifted herself up and roughly slammed back down. She smiled and laughed, slightly amused and then leaned forward to kiss him, his eyes barely starting to open, only to flutter shut again when he got lost in her kiss.

“You’re so fucking desperate, D,” she teased, her lips brushing against his hairline. A whine from him at her words showed her that he liked it and she moaned in response, continuing to ride him as eagerly as he wanted her to.

His eyes were fixated on hers, heavy with lust, pupils dilated with both love and desire. The way she lifted herself with such agility tore more sounds of pleasure from his throat, deep and rumbling groans that came from within his chest and made her smirk smugly at him. It was so hot, it drew so much arousal from her that lifting herself up and down was embarrassingly smooth, the squelching sound of her pussy being filled by his cock echoed around his room and made his moans get louder.

His grip on her hips tightened, blunt nails digging into her flesh, his back arching from how rough she was fucking him, giving him so much pleasure he thought he’d explode. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close,” he moaned. His mind was hazy, his skin burning hot and sensitive so that even the way she dug her nails into his chest added to his pleasure. He loved being on the bottom, more than he’d like to admit.

“I could cum just listening to you, Dean,” she panted, leaning over him slightly, one of her hands clutching the pillow his head rested on. She changed the angle of her hips, her clit rubbing against his pelvis, her other hand slid up his chest, wrapping around his throat and squeezing gently.

“Shit,” he gasped, his hips bucking upwards.

“You’re so kinky,” she chuckled, “how about you just cum already, D?” She clenched around him, a gasp slipping past his lips. He shook his head, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip to hold back another moan, his stomach tightening as he tried holding back his orgasm. “Fine,” she chuckled, grinding down on him to stimulate her clit until he was whining, bringing herself closer to the edge as he squirmed beneath her.

“Oh… fuck,” he moaned loudly, his orgasm washing over him before he could even stop it. An arousing look contorted his face as he came, quick curses and whispers of her name puffing past his parted lips that left his mouth and lips dry, making him look so beautiful.

“That’s right, D,” she chuckled, biting her lip to muffle a moan when she felt the warmth of his cum inside her. She started to lift herself up and down again, hard and fast until she reached her own orgasm, her velvety walls squeezing him tightly, and he took it despite how sensitive he was starting to get.

He let her finish, his fingers bruising the flesh of her hips until she stopped shuddering completely. Her entire body turned to jelly, a little smile growing on her lips, gazing at each other in the slight darkness of his room. Only one lamp allowed him to see the state she was in, flushed and a little sweaty like him.

Her gentle eyes swept over his face, watching neutrally as he sat up tiredly, a languid smile on his face when their breaths became normal again, “I didn’t expect that,” he murmured hoarsely, brushing her hair to the side and kissing her cheek. She relaxed in his arms, placing a little kiss on his lips before resting her cheek on his shoulders.

“Y’know I don’t believe you, right?” She mumbled against his shoulder, smirking when his hands stilled on her back. He recovered quickly, his hands continuing to venture up and down her spine, ignoring the feeling of their cum oozing out of her.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled deeply, “I didn’t plan on us having sex tonight.” He knew he sounded unconvincing, but mostly he knew that she wasn’t talking about that at all.

“What were you reading?” She asked, pulling away to analyse him. He swallowed nervously, licking his dry lips as he thought about what to say, but he still felt dazed from his orgasm that no lie to get himself out of the situation came to his mind to rescue him. “Tell me, if it gets you this worked up, I might have to give it a read,” she teased, lifting herself off him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, smacking her ass when he saw she was purposely lifting herself up slowly. She plopped down next to him, rubbing her thighs together as her pussy continued to throb with. He bit his lip gently and admired her, dragging his hand up her soft and warm thighs to reach between her legs where she was completely soaked. “I’m too embarrassed to tell you,” he chuckled, gently massaging her sensitive clit.

“That’s okay because I already know,” she whispered, moving his hand away from between her legs so she could return to his lap. His lips parted, a look of confusion and embarrassment turned his face red, his lips parting with no words being formed. “I clean your room, D, it’s not just magically without dust all the time.. Plus I’m curious about your porn, okay? Some of those ladies are crazy fine,” she chuckled, kissing him passionately.

He pulled away from the kiss, giving her a dirty look that made her laugh. “I’m going to throw them out if you say that again,” he pouted, his fingers mindlessly caressing her thighs.

“Don’t be jealous of them, you know you're my only girl, Dean,” she teased, burying her fingers into his hair and tugging him forward to give him one of the best kisses of his life. He moaned softly, his hands flexing on her thighs, instinctively bringing her closer so her body was pressed against his. He whined against her mouth, pouting at again. Her teeth dug into his plump lower lip, seductively pulling it before she let it go and smiled down at him.

She snickered when she saw the confused look on his face. “I don’t even know what that means,” he mumbled cutely, tracing a few freckles on her legs. She sighed dramatically and grinned at him, getting up to clean herself with a random hand towel he had in his drawer.

He watched her naked body move itself away from him with another pout on his face, waiting for her to look back at him. She did eventually, smirking and shaking her head. He blushed, becoming a little shy, he turned over onto his side to watch her but also to stop himself from doing things to get her attention.

She turned the water on in the sink and leaned against it to clean herself up, letting him see his work. He held his breath, heat spreading over his face like a fire in the forest, his hands clutching his pillow. His eyes were fixated on her every movement, inspecting the way she spread her folds open to clean herself thoroughly despite the sleepiness that made his eyes heavy.

“Enjoying the show?” She smirked, glancing up at him. His eyes snapped up to her face and he shrugged with a little laugh.

“Always.” She stood normally and walked towards him again, into his soft bed until she was right next to him. The towel was slightly wet, and she folded it to use a clean part on him, carefully taking his soft cock to clean him. He hissed quietly, watching her face at first, and then watching how gentle she was with her hands, reaching down to his balls to clean where their cum and her arousal had dripped down. “Round two?” He whimpered and she smirked, pulling her hands away from his dick.

“As horny as I still am, you need to sleep, baby.” Her shoulders shook with silent laughter and he nodded, a lazy smile growing on his lips. He loved this. She moved out of bed to place the dirty towel somewhere to remind herself to wash it tomorrow, and then to wash her hands before she made her way to his drawers to pick a clean pair of boxers for him and clean panties for herself.

She slipped the Led Zeppelin shirt on again and handed him the Henley he’d been wearing, but he childishly put it on the nightstand, “no, I want easy access in the morning,” he whined, stopping her from taking his boxers to him. She laughed softly, then returned their underwear to the drawer neatly.

“Does that mean I’m the little spoon tonight?” She asked, amused, taking his shirt to fold it neatly and placed it back in place. He nodded, fixing the blanket so she could join him beneath them. “Okay, pretty boy,” she murmured, smiling as she made her way to him beneath the sheets, kissing him softly and mumbling goodnight against his lips before turning around. His arm slung over her waist, a happy smile growing on his lips, snuggling closer to her warm body as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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As promised I said I'll give you fic recs to celebrate the fact that I have more than 100 followers now. Again, thanks a lot! This makes me happy! :)

So now, here's my gift to you:

Every fucking fic by xylodemon

The writing is always perfect! I'm not kidding, this is my favorite writer so far! I've never been disappointed by their fics. NEVER! I haven't finish to read all of them but I certainly attend to.

Fics written by deancaskiss

If you like reading about Cas and Dean "just" kissing, then you should try reading those, if you haven't done it yet. I haven't read all of them yet, I read only around 10 fics for now, but same I'll attend to read more.

Then, more specifically:

Blackberries Wild by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Canon divergent after 13x12, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, brief mention of suicidal ideation - around 2500 words

This is so well written, the descriptions are everything, especially the ones for the kisses. It could totally happened like that. It's very true to their character if you ask me.

a kiss for every season (literally) by sobsicles and it is also available as a podfic here read by Scintillating Gatria (LadyLoralye) Canon typical level of violence, Canon Compliant, Brief Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kisses, Smut - around 22000 words

The title says it all, a kiss between Cas and Dean happens every season and since there's never enough kisses between these two, that fic is therefore perfect.

People Who Are Good Like Pie by sobsicles Blowjob, NSFW, Castiel is a Little Shit, Dean is In Over His Head, Flustered Dean, Confused Dean, Creatively ties eating pie into sex, Sounds disgusting but it's really not I promise, it's hilarious, fluff and porn - around 1800 words

And it is indeed hilarious imo as well as very hot. It's short and easy to read, really different from the above. But it's human!cas and I'm weak for him in a sense that there is so much potential with him in a fic and that I love him.

You and I Know the Way by aishitara Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Series, Canon Compliant through 15x18, Fluff, a smidgen of angst, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Mentions of Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort - around 4300 words

There is human!cas in there too, so yeah I'm sold. Plus some amazing, beautiful, stunning art from winchester-reload is included in the fic so it's even more perfect. This is smut yes, but, BUT you can really see all the love there is between them and that fucks me up. That's the type of porn that makes me cry. I never thought I could say that about porn one day. But maybe it's because it isn't, this is just LOVE!

Humans Do It Better by Hatteress Episode: s06e10 Caged Heat (Supernatural), Excessive Drinking, Light Angst, First Kiss, Second more heated kiss, Kinda Funny.

I invented the tags here because it isn't on AO3. I need to mention this fic because it was like one of the first fics I read. It was more than a year ago and I still remember it. Maybe because I wished it had a next FUCKING chapter. I want to read more about it. I want to see what happened when they meet again later. I want to see what's going on in Dean's mind the next morning when he realized what he did, thinking about how he corrupted a fucking angel. Feeling guilty about it because it's Dean. I - I, maybe I'll fucking write this second chapter one day. But I don't know if it's a thing, you know, writing a sequel to someone else's fic.

Anyway, I hope you'll like reading those if it's not already done. I for sure have more fics to recommend but I have to save some for the 200 followers I guess lmao. One can dream.

BUT if you need specific fics, like from an episode in particular for example, you can still ask me because I sort them by episode tag too.

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Currently thinking about the title of Supernatural season 4 episode 1 "Lazarus Rising". It's so simple and so evocative. I think I get something extra from it because I love Terry Pratchett, Discworld, Hogfather, Discworld's Death, and the quote "where the falling angel meets the rising ape". (Do the Destiel shippers go wild with this? The Cas fans supporting his love for humanity and even creating free will? They should.) But just on it's own, it's referencing coming back to life and the phrasing has connotations of ascension and empowerment. It also avoids connotations of zombies or likening Dean to Jesus Christ.

On that note, I wonder how much Supernatural meant to parallel Dean Winchester to Lazarus of Bethany, and Castiel to Jesus for that matter. (With how little I engage with Supernatural canon, I think my thoughts on Chuck's relationship with Castiel are mixed and not set, but for fun right now: Castiel is Chuck's favorite angel, and Chuck hates it and hates him for it!)

Dean was dead for four months, much like Lazarus was dead for four days. (Dean was also in hell for 40 years, a significant number and amount of time in the Bible. And moving away from the Christianity angle, four is a fitting motif with Dean's death given "four" sounding like "death" in Mandarin Chinese.)

Dean is "the righteous man", while part of the title with which Lazarus is venerated is "Righteous Lazarus".

If "risen dead" evokes zombies and "risen from the dead" invokes Jesus, then "Lazarus rising" conveys that the subject of resurrection is a normal human, and the key is that they are resurrected by a great power who is good. Specifically, Lazarus is resurrected by Jesus, the Son of God, and Dean is resurrected not by a necromancer or demon, but by the angel Castiel, sent on a holy mission.

Jesus did not immediately save Lazarus, rushing to heal him upon hearing of his illness, but waited two days before traveling to and resurrecting Lazarus after he died. I can't help but feel like this is similar to Castiel's not rescuing Dean until 40 years into Dean's sentence in Hell, after he had broken on the rack and become a torturer shedding blood in Hell.

Jesus did not merely heal Lazarus when he was sick, but resurrected him after death, for God's glory and that people might believe in Jesus' own coming resurrection. (God resurrecting Castiel, anyone?) I think Supernatural canon is not explicitly clear, and it may be widespread fanon or a popular fan head canon that Castiel was sent immediately to rescue Dean, but wow the similarity to Jesus and his mission if Cas couldn't reach Dean or wasn't sent until after Dean broke because of heaven's ultimate plan to carryout the apocalypse, rescuing Dean not being about saving a righteous man but about breaking the first seal to Lucifer's cage.

Not full of meaning, but Jesus resurrected Lazarus in his tomb and still wrapped in his grave cloths. So for the people jokingly asking why Castiel left Dean in his coffin, six feet under, instead of zapping him out, it's because we're really leaning into the Jesus angle. (Is Cas lobotomized Jesus?!)

And the kickers now that we've gone through all that: Jesus wept. He was moved with compassion for Lazarus' sisters and friends. He mourned Lazarus' death even while on the way to resurrect him. It was well known by all that he loved Lazarus. Take that how you will and run with it, Cas fans and Destiel shippers!

Last thing not being included with the rest because you can't as easily get it just from reading John 11:1-44 or doing an internet search for Lazarus. DiscIaimer that above, I got the title with which Lazarus is venerated in the Eastern Orthodox Church from Wikipedia, and so too the following Biblical interpretation/theological commentary.

The miracle of the raising of Lazarus is the climax of John's "signs". It explains the crowds seeking Jesus on Palm Sunday, and leads directly to the decision of Caiaphas and the Sanhedrin to plan to kill Jesus. Theologians Moloney and Harrington view the raising of Lazarus as a "pivotal miracle" which starts the chain of events that leads to the Crucifixion of Jesus. They consider it as a "resurrection that will lead to death", in that the raising of Lazarus will lead to the death of Jesus, the Son of God, in Jerusalem which will reveal the Glory of God.[17]

Dean's resurrection led to Castiel's death. Castiel died because he saved and loved Dean. When Castiel first laid a hand on [Dean] in Hell, he was lost! Castiel died because Chuck is a Pharisee that can't accept his manly everyman main character (sorry, Sam) is bisexual instead of straight. Chuck can be bisexual, but the manly everyman main character has to be straight, and so he killed Castiel for it. Dean too if you believe Chuck won.

And if the point of Lazarus' resurrection is Jesus' divinity, then the point of Dean's resurrection is that the angel is gay and Dean is bi!

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Destiel Whump Fics

Hiya everyone! As you probably already guessed, I love a bit of hurt/comfort, so these whump fics are perfect! I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did :D

Please make sure you check the warnings for these fics before reading, as some of them deal with heavy topics or might have content you're uncomfortable with reading! Stay safe out there <3

You are my home by Desirae (4.7k)

Things have settled down since rescuing Sam. Mary is bonding with her sons, and Castiel is nearly back to full capacity, just needing a little sleep here and there. When Dean discovers Cas' unusual resting spot, what starts as a series confessions leads to the emotional healing they both needed.

The Big Freeze by strangeandcharm (8.5k)

Dean and Castiel get locked in a freezer. H/C ensues. Because there is no such thing as too much hypothermia!fic.

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

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.

Father Knows Best by DarkHeartInTheSky (81k)

When John wakes up alone in a field after spending years in Hell, he thinks he's been given a second a chance. A chance to do right by his boys for once. A chance to protect them like he should have.

So protect them he will--even from the horrific creature that's weaseled its way into their lives that calls itself an angel of the Lord.

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow (352k)

Hiatus fic set after the S11 finale. Dean's alive, Sam's alive, they're going to get Cas from wherever he got zapped to, and everything's finally gonna be all right. Dean's on top of the world.

A little voice in the back of his head is whispering "It's never that easy," but Dean ignores it.

Thank you to all of the brilliant authors who shared these fics with us! And if there are any more whump fics that you think should be included on this list - whether they be yours or a friends - please let me know!

#destiel #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #whump #fic recs #ao3 #lina lore

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autolenaphilia · 7 months

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Jenny Leclue. Detectivú is a flawed game, but it also does do a lot of things right.

The main flaw is the weird gameplay. It’s basically a point-and-click adventure game, but perhaps because one of the launch platforms was the iOS, it does things weirdly. There are for example screens that are basically point-and-click or hidden object screens, where you have to move a cursor around the screen to click on points of interests. But instead of free mouse aim, you have the cursor centered on the screen, and you have to slowly move the camera around with the cursor centered, and then activate it on a hotspot. The character movement is similarly odd, it’s basically a 2d platformer, except there is no real challenge because Jenny the player character can’t die or even fail. Like just clicking and moving Jenny to where you clicked would have made things much easier, without removing any significant challenge.

It’s not too bad, but it feels that this game should be a mouse-controlled point-and-click, and that this control scheme holds it back, at least on PC. I would have liked the ability to save whenever, you are dependent on autosaves here. I would have liked more puzzles, there is too much platforming and way too few puzzles in this game. And harder puzzles too, the ones we get are fun, but I want more challenge.

And again, I don’t feel I’m being too hard on some simple mobile game, this game has ambitions to be a serious proper adventure game. It took me ten hours to beat. It’s legit overqualified to be a mobile game at that length. And it got released on PC (including natively for Linux, thanks to the devs for that) as a proper adventure title. So it feels fair to compare to other adventure games on the pc, and I wish it was more like them.

The game has a substantive story too. And the story is where the game held me, because it’s good. It’s metafictional in a way that’s really fun. The framing story is about Arthur Finklestein, who writes the Jenny Leclue series of kid’s mystery novels. Jenny is the kid detective star of these books, basically a younger Nancy Drew. And he is now on the 38th book in the series, and the formula is getting stale. He’s getting threatening letters and phone calls from his publishers to shake things up, have a proper murder for once. And Arthur rises up to the challenge.

It’s Jenny Leclue, the series’s kid detective that we play as in this new adventure. And she is a great character. The first thing is that Jenny is utterly adorable, with her glasses, unruly mop of red hair, gap-toothed smile, and autistic, nerdy nature. Part of the fun in playing her is just how cute she is. But her character goes deeper than that. And here is the metafictional element comes in.

Part of the trope of the kid detective is that the child detective is not just smarter than the other kids, but smarter than the adults as well, being able to solve mysteries they can’t. And Jenny is every bit as clever as the genre expects her to be. She is smarter than the other residents of her town, named Arthurton after its creator. And she knows it. So she has of course developed a massive superiority complex, she is arrogant about her intelligence and somewhat accurately feels that she is smarter than everyone else. Part of it is that she is a child too. Her exact age is left vague, but she can’t be much older than 13. So she isn’t yet mature enough to handle this situation and grow past it. So when the game starts, she is, as another girl puts it, a jerk to other people.

She is also very bored, and again the metafiction comes into play. Because Arthur wants to keep his genre, safe, cozy and formulaic for the kids reading, all the mysteries Jenny are given are boringly mundane. We get a taste of it in the opening of the game, where Arthur as a writer is clearly afraid and holding back, and still sticking to his formula, so Jenny solves mysteries like “what did the dean eat for breakfast” or “A scatter-brained woman lost her glasses. Where are they?” She of course feels that this is boring, and a waste of her detective talents.

And then the friendly avuncular dean of the university gets murdered, Jenny finds his body, and her mother gets accused of the murder. Jenny’s perspective on the events after her mother gets arrested are not shown directly, but appropriately depicted in a nightmare that leads us into the rest of the game.

It’s scary, but Jenny is able to recover from the trauma and start to unravel the murder mystery. There is a comment on children’s literature genre here, and it’s that kids can handle more things than adults think they are capable of, and in fact find murder and danger in books fun. Arthur Finkelstein acts as the narrator of the game, and he and Jenny end up in conflict quite often, where she is all for doing dangerous things in her investigation, while Arthur wants to keep her safe. And of course the theme is also wider than fiction. It’s about the necessity of kids growing up, abandoning the sentimental idea of childhood innocence that adults impose on them and learning to experience the darker side of life

Since her only parent is in jail, Jenny ends up temporarily fostered by the wealthy Glatz family. And I like this bit, because the Glatz matriarch threatens to make the tomboyish Jenny do traditionally girly things like dress shopping and pony rides, to Jenny’s absolute horror. I like girls being allowed to rebel against femininity like that.

And Jenny’s imprisonment in the Glatz manor enables her to meet Susie Glatz, the biological daughter of the family, and Jenny’s ally and foil for the rest of the game. And Susie is one the other side of the trap for girls that gender roles present. Susie is outwardly the perfect feminine girl that her parents want, and she genuinely likes dresses, horses and cheerleading. The thing is, Susie is also secretly an engineering inventor genius who makes all kinds of nifty gadgets. But because her parents believe strictly in gender roles, Susie has to keep her interest in science and technology a secret. So even if she largely voluntarily conforms to the femininity Jenny rejects, she is still restricted by it. And she is not taken seriously, not even by Jenny.

She is a good foil for Jenny, because Jenny has already dismissed her as a bimbo, as she calls Susie to her face. But Susie is genuinely smart, and she is smart in ways that Jenny is not, as Jenny put all her intelligence skill points into being a detective and not technology. And while Jenny is arrogant, Susie is genuinely nice and just wants to be friends with Jenny. Their relationship has a fun tension to it, that enables Jenny to grow as a character and admit that she does need help from friends like Susie. It’s great character writing. It is literal children’s novel writing, but it allows female characters to be flawed and multifaceted, talks about femininity in nuanced ways and allows the girls characters to interact with each other in ways that are about them and not about boys.

(This game passes the bechdel test in its original sense too. I can easily imagine Jenny/Susie as a budding butch/femme lesbian relationship)

There are other delights of the storytelling in this game, such as the intriguing sci-fi mystery hidden (quite literally) beneath Arthurton that Jenny partly uncovers during the game and is tied into the murder mystery. The narration once talks pointedly about the “twin peaks of Arthurton”, and that’s kinda the vibe the game has at times, which I like (Jenny shares her love of coffee with Twin Peaks’s agent Cooper and she finds people named Cooper and Cole buried in the town’s graveyard). And the game’s 2d hand-drawn artstyle is delightful throughout. The game originally released without voice acting, but a free update in 2020 gave the game full voice acting, and it’s of high quality.

The problem is that the game’s storytelling kinda disappoints in the end. It ends on a cliffhanger, a “to be continued”, with several mysteries left unsolved. And this game was released in 2019, after itself having a protracted development of years involving kickstarter funding, and we haven’t seen a sequel to date, despite the devs telling us they are working on it. It’s very much up in the air at this point, we might get a Jenny Leclue 2, we very well might not.

So I don’t know what to think about Jenny Leclue, Detectivú.The gameplay is often awkward, and the story is unfinished. Still I was so delighted by Jenny as a character, and the writing of her and Susie that I’m willing to forgive its flaws. Definitely worth the 41 sek I spent on it in a GOG sale. And if a sequel happens that wraps up the story I will be there.

#my writings #jenny leclue #adventure games #game review

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haveyoureadthisfantasybook · 6 months

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Hello, how are your rules with controversial authors/authors who are/were awful as humans? I'm just asking, because I just wanted to submit a book I liked as a teen and so I looked up the author's name to write it correctly and of course the Wikipedia article told me they made some terrible things. I'm in a little in shock right now 😂 I usually don't look up authors, not when I only read one little fiction book, especially when it was that long ago. Said author has been dead for over 20 years by now, by the way.

hello! this is a good question, and I hadn’t totally settled on an answer. I have been grappling with this in relation to two submissions, one of a book by Brandon Sanderson, who despite his lip-service to social liberalism still tithes to the Mormon church, and one of T.J. Klune’s The House in the Cerulean Sea, which cozifies the Sixties Scoop in Canada (as well as residential schools), part of the Canadian state’s ongoing policies of genocide against Indigenous people, in a way that I find deeply troubling.

insofar as this blog serves, in part, to make people aware of a range of books they may not have previously encountered (certainly I anticipate this being the case for many, if not most, of my own additions to the queue), it feels to me like I would be de facto recommending these books, or at least serving as a platform for others’ recommendations, if I simply queue them along with the others.

having said that, I don’t have the time or, frankly, energy to look up every author I’m not already familiar with. my options, as I currently see them, are:

post whatever is submitted, relying on submitters’ discretion to exclude, for example, Orson Scott Card’s fantasy novels;

post whatever is submitted, relying on submitters’ discretion, and stop including blurbs for any books — just cover, title / author, and poll;

post whatever is submitted but exclude blurbs and/or provide contextual information for authors and books I’m not comfortable promoting; or

maintain a list of authors or books that I won’t accept, with brief explanations, updated on a case-by-case basis as submissions come in.

none of these is ideal. option 1 requires me to overlook my own discomfort with authors like Card or Sanderson or works like The House in the Cerulean Sea, and I don’t like that at all. option 2 means sacrificing the promotional value of these polls (little though I’m sure it is) for books that people might otherwise not have encountered.

meanwhile, options 3 and, especially, 4 would inevitably be inconsistent, even if I set out guidelines (I would, for example, most likely only include living authors on the list for option 4), and they also open up possibilities for disagreement — see the smear campaigns disproportionately directed at marginalized authors (Maya Deane’s Wrath Goddess Sing, e.g., or Isabel Fall’s “Helicopter Story”). for my own mental health’s sake, I don’t want to risk having to argue with people about which authors or books should or shouldn’t be too problematic to include on this blog, especially since many people (myself often included!) don’t know much, if anything, about most of the authors they read.

of these options, 2 seems to me to be the least bad. the idea of enticing people to read new things (insofar as blurbs accomplish this) is appealing — it was a nice dream while it lasted! — but I don’t think there’s another reasonable way to handle this without sinking hours into tracking down information about every author. I’m going to go through and remove the blurbs now, although obviously older reblogged versions of the first few posts will continue to circulate with blurbs.

this is probably a longer response than you were expecting! to answer your specific question: currently, it would be at your discretion.

if my feelings about the best way to handle this change in future, I’ll make an announcement to that effect.

#faq

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I don't get why anon is going around to different blogs, and describing what Jensen said as "maniacal"? Like, is it an attempt to rile people up against him (even more so than before)? They were laughing about it, but they laughed at lots of things, not just that, there wasn't anything crazy about that. And, let's be honest, the idea that Jensen would've offered a part in the prequel and Misha would've said no IS pretty laughable, we knew Misha was lying even before this con. There's no way that man would give up this opportunity to pander to his hellers. And not just that, he keeps using Jensen's name, he tried to hype up his dumb show by claiming that Jensen was totally ready to be in it, but was too busy (which, really? Because it sounds like it was a very brief cameo that wouldn't have taken so long, and considering how many projects Jensen was juggling, if he really wanted to do this cameo........ 🤷🏻‍♀️) So, Jensen calling that out is a perfectly rational thing. If hellers don't want their fave getting called out for lying, maybe...... he should stop lying? I just think it's really gross how they make up this picture in their head of him being someone completely obsessed with Misha, and when reality hits them in the face, they go around calling him names.

It definitely comes off as an attempt to shit-stir, using a word like "maniacal" (or rather "manical" as they actually wrote in mine).

I got a follow-up I suspect to be from the same source trying to hint it was just so insensitive of Jensen to joke with Jared about excluding Misha because *sob* prequelgate and trying to read hidden meaning into Jensen saying there was a reason for Castiel not being included. Which, yeah, comes off as trying to stir up bad feeling towards Jensen and salvage what he said into some kind of pro-detestiel hint. Because there aren't a million other possible things Castiel could be busy doing for Jack. Hell, maybe Jack just absorbed Castiel like Amara when he pulled him from The Empty and we'll never have to see Misha again! I mean, if we're just gonna project what we wish Jensen meant into what he said...

But seriously. Misha, who has consistently tried to milk literally every possible drop of attention and money he can get out of Castiel? Especially Castiel appearing in the same scene as Dean? That guy is not turning down an opportunity to try and validate his fans' fantasies Castiel is with Dean in the afterlife. Saying he was asked but totally couldn't make it because he was busy filming validates their fantasies that a) Jensen absolutely wanted Misha there and wants to put Dean and Castiel together as bad as they do and b) he's just soooo busy on GK, you guys! See, Misha really is the lead most important-est character again!!!

Sure Jensen was laughing a lot and likely exaggerating their interaction for humorous effect, but his is the much more believable story. As per usual. Which pisses off the people who desperately want to believe Misha hasn't been caught lying yet again, despite Misha's consistent pattern of self-aggrandizing lies tailored specifically to bait his fans. At least he won't have to come out as straight this time to sort it out.

#askboxery #anonymous #anti misha

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supernatural s15e11 the gamblers (teleplay: meredith glynn, story: meredith glynn, davy perez)

so had an infuriating ep, a light (in theory) funny ep, so what's up with this possible alaska excursion. recap was full of a whole mess of things including some random class of angels i forget 2 seconds after hearing it

are they truly driving to alaska

reminds me of this tiktok i saw today of a guy from the uk who lives in the us now and had his mind obliterated when he just realized how close alaska is to russia

but wait, garth says road between barrow and kotzebue, which is nowhere near each other. kotzebue is ....

ok so driving 3800 miles - on a budget, as sam reminds dean - in their like... i'll be generous and say 12mpg impala. that's 316 gallons of fuel, one way. we'll say $3/gal? $950 gas one-way? sounds like any way you slice it, that's a lot of money

lol nic, please, drop it. it's just picking alaska is so wacky because it's so so far away from the rest of the US and it's so big and so sparsely populated

DEAN What can we get for, uh, $4.60? WAITRESS Um, a slice of pie and a cup of coffee? DEAN Two forks?

SAM A-A pool hall that makes you lucky or might kill you? I mean, it sounds like a demon or a witch or… DEAN Or it could be awesome. It’s pool. The- the- the game of champions, kings. My game. Hell, our game. How many honest-to-goodness great memories do we have hustling pool? SAM Yeah, because we had to. To eat. DEAN Okay, well, my point is, that if pool is the way we get our mojo back, then maybe we ain’t as screwed as thought.

but how good are they at pool under the chuck whammy.

day 2, still boggling over driving to alaska. also this whole thing reminds me of the poker playing for years thing from whatever, 5x07 let's get into it

DEAN Man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born. SAM What? When you were four? Really? What, between nap time and snack?

seen gifs of that one, classic. even knowing it was coming, made me laugh. sam's face, perfect

DEAN Look, we barely made it out of that monster fight club, okay? We need this. And you know it. Now, look, you’re better than me at pretty much everything, okay? That’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m proud. But I can wipe the floor with you when it comes to pool.

that's very sweet. i will take it

i don't even know what's going on with this little heart-eating jack sidequest for cas

Grigori were watcher angels, some of the first placed on Earth to watch and protect humanity. They were an elite unit that turned rogue and were thought to have been wiped out. However, a handful survived and hid on Earth, feeding off of human souls.

literally only appear in 2 episodes, this one and 10x20 - one thing i really got tired of (which i also understand because the show went on for so long with so many episodes) is just piling on random lore and creatures and weapons and devices and secret societies, etc.

having the pool playing sucking away luck from nice rando humans as opposed to the witch or whatever is kind of an interesting twist. a moral quandary!

the roman goddess of luck, ok. these are the episodes i watch and almost immediately forget :p

FORTUNA When I play someone, I get a read on them. And you… you’re just a beach read. Sexy, mm, but skimmable. DEAN Beach read? Lady, I’m Tolstoy.

cringe

JACK Fair? The last one I killed was pretending to be a doctor. Feeding on the souls of humans he was supposed to heal. You do it, too. Only you like children. KABAIEL Who told you that? JACK Death.

so billie yanked him out of the empty to go kill some bad guys? okayyy??? and eating the hearts because...??? laughed out loud when cas popped up to have a sword fight?? with the angel blade

i was on board with jack and my 3 dads and i feel like this should be heartwarming but i'm just 😐

dunno why this remote alaskan bar has jazz music as a theme but whatever. cheaper than licensed music :p (christopher lennertz and philip white on music this ep)

FORTUNA When you apes first climbed down from the trees, you didn’t pray to him. You prayed to the… the sun, the womb, the rain, and the stars. Well, at first, the creator was furious. How dare you not recognize his beneficence? But soon enough, he birthed us… Ra, Anu, Hera, Mixcoatl, all the rest. DEAN Why? FORTUNA Why? [scoffs] Why? To take the blame. Bad harvest? Stillborn child? Our bad. Not his. Plus, we made for epic stories. But his ego could only handle that for so long. Now he’s happy to behind whatever religion has the best syndication deal. While we survive on scraps in the wilderness.

feels like they're trying to finally wedge in an explanation to how the christian god is The god, by way of like oh no, he's just some generic creator and he's actually responsible for everything in all religions which just makes my head hurt if i think about it too long

FORTUNA You little minx. You got me talking. You’re good. SAM I learned from my brother.

there is a lot of cheesy dialogue this episode, i dunno what's going on

the people matter to me. to us. i cannot take this seriously :p

EVIE Because of you. She said she thought your kind had gone extinct. SAM Our kind? EVIE Heroes.

loll. whyyy. am i just being an ass again? so cheesy!

EVIE And, uh, she gave me a message. She said, “Don’t play his game. Make him play yours.”

okily dokily. whatever that means

awkwarrrd

sweet and weird, respectively

JACK Because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather… he’ll know I’m back, and he’ll try and kill me… again. He’s afraid of me. And that’s why we had to wait. CAS Billie kept him hidden in the Empty until Chuck went off world. JACK She let me out when it was safe. DEAN Safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts? JACK Safe to do what I have to. The hearts, they were just the beginning. They made me strong, but I-I’m not strong enough. I… If I do exactly what she says, if I follow her plan, then I’ll get stronger and… I’ll be able to kill God.

LOL ok, sure. to say this season has lost me would be an understatement. i know when i'm like this i'm gonna pick at every little thing, where i let things slide a bit more when i'm fully engaged. i regularly complain about the main plots but usually i'm still here for the character beats, but i'm having a hard time staying connected with even that at the moment

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x11 #meredith glynn #davy perez #spnwhinge

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hey so idk if you remember but that one aita blorbo post you reblogged with the professor guy and the crystal where you called him a coward in the tags was mine and I just wanted to say that when I saw your tags it made me so happy because I've been working on the worldbuilding and plot development for that for four years now (the eldritch horror stuff is a newer development after I realized I was wasting so much story potential by just making it a fancy rock) and your tags made me feel very proud of myself because it showed that somebody appreciated it and thought it was cool.

Sorry for dumping this on you. Also J is the protagonist and I will give him as happy of an ending as I can. In case you were worried for him. I don't know much about portal but that cave Johnson fella seems very interesting so maybe I should try to find a decent letsplay (no ability to play myself)

i do in fact remember that one!!! and i really really did think it was cool!!! the eldritch horror and Messing With Forces Beyond Your Comprehension For Power vibes are some of my favorite so!!! yeah!!

the vibes overall were just VERY cool, it really felt like the asker was kind of subconsciously aware that he's in over his head and just kind of defaulted to the Dean's opinion on everything. unreliable narration and shaky conviction are ALSO things that i love in my stories!! and wow that worldbuilding and plot is VERY cool. moral atrocities in the name of pursuit of power & reckoning with supernatural forces much greater than the lives of any individual are so so awesome. beloved tropes and themes ✨

also don't be sorry for "dumping" something like this!! it always makes me super happy when i get excited about something someone made and then it's actually really meaningful to them because it's like wow!!! i got to read an awesome thing AND my commentary on it was encouraging to the original author??? like that's just awesome twice !!!

genuinely i am very invested in this story, it seems VERY cool and i would be absolutely interested to see how everything ends up!! the professor/asker seemed kind of deeply pathetic to me in a hubristic puppet sort of way so i am especially curious about whether he would end up breaking free of all that and deciding to do what's right, or meeting some kind of unfortunate end at the hands of the path he's passively chosen to follow!!

as for cave johnson, i did find this clip of all his voicelines in what i'm pretty sure is chronological order; the minute and a half between timestamps 8:51 to 10:22 should be pretty representative! includes his famous "lemon rant" too (though cw for aggressive yelling). basically the hubris is off the charts and after killing countless test subjects in dangerous experiments he ended up bankrupting his company, poisoning himself with moon rock dust, and becoming fatally ill as a result.

(entirely understandable not to play it yourself, it also took me ages to get through; it it is not a particularly easy game even if you have access to it!)

#asks !#spark speaks #blorbo aita #(related to one anyway!!)#genuinely i love getting asks like this so much #it's one of my favorite things about this website. that i can just go about my day reading/seeing/hearing cool stuff that people made #and sometimes they'll reach out to be like ''hey that made me really happy by the way'' about something i said about it #like wow. top tier experience

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Hi lovely!! I’ve been reading Take Me Home and I wanted to tell you I’m absolutely loving it so far! I know I haven’t left any in depth feedback on chapters recently, but I still felt I should show you some love for this amazing fic! I’m loving the way you’ve really kept each character true to themselves while exploring some aspects that the show might not have went as in depth on (especially things like the loss of Beau’s partner and even Emily’s podcast.)

I really admire the attention to detail in the plot and the way you’ve managed to delve into all the separate plots and character relationships, you’ve effortlessly managed to completely elevate the building block the show set in place in regards to the little things, like how Emily views her relationship with her dad and the relationships between everyone. I’m also loving that Denise is the reader’s aunt, not only does it weave her into the story in a more seamless way, but when get to see more of that lovely lady!

This fic definitely has a lot of cute feels with some angst heading our way (I mean, chapter four’s cliffhanger?! Things are heating up and I couldn’t be more excited!) I’m definitely looking forward to seeing that potential segment for Em’s podcast with the reader and Beau, as well as the rest of the feels that are coming our way, and I hope to maybe see a little guest appearance from Poppernak, he’s such a sweetheart.

Overall, you’ve done this one amazingly as always and I’m so grateful that you share these amazing stories with us!! Thank for bringing us some more of that handsome cowboy, he’s definitely been missed. 💕

Hello there!! So nice to hear from you, lovely. 💜

I'm so glad to hear that you're loving Take Me Home so far! I so appreciate you for shooting me a message on how you're enjoying it...

In TV shows sometimes they don't have the time to dive as deep into certain aspects of the storyline, so I really wanted to "pick up the threads" I saw that I could play on from season 3, including Em's podcast, her relationship with her dad, and the loss of Beau's partner that's still affecting him and his relationships. So thank you for shouting that out! 🥹💕

I’m also loving that Denise is the reader’s aunt, not only does it weave her into the story in a more seamless way, but when get to see more of that lovely lady!

Yesss I love Denise! She's so quirky and endearing lol. I thought making her the reader's aunt would help things flow better and draw her into Beau's inner circle easier.

This fic definitely has a lot of cute feels with some angst heading our way (I mean, chapter four’s cliffhanger?! Things are heating up and I couldn’t be more excited!)

Aww thank you! But yes, there's some major angst coming in Part 5 (on Sunday!). 😅 I won't give it away, but I'm so glad you're excited for more!!

I’m definitely looking forward to seeing that potential segment for Em’s podcast with the reader and Beau, as well as the rest of the feels that are coming our way, and I hope to maybe see a little guest appearance from Poppernak, he’s such a sweetheart.

Oh yes, we'll get to that podcast segment eventually! And I love Poppernak as well. I may not have time to feature him too much, but he's one of my favorites on the show for sure. 💗

Thank you so much again, hun!! 😭😭 My heart is so warmed by the responses on this story so far. I've been working hard on each chapter because I also love Beau's character, though I don't have as much practice at writing him as say, Dean or Soldier Boy, for example lol. But I'm doing my best!! Can't wait to bring you more of TMH (and our cowboy sheriff) on Sunday.~ 💞💞

#ask me stuff #reader appreciation #lovely mutuals #beau arlen #take me home #beau arlen series #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x female reader #Part 5 coming soon!#take me home feedback #jensen ackles #jensen ackles characters #big sky #big sky season 3 #emily arlen #denise brisbane #zepskies answers

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Like... I'm watching too many fanvids for jessrory and, my conclusion? Jess was the only boyfriend (hell, one of the few PEOPLE) Rory didn't chameleon herself for.

With Dean, there was that RIDICULOUS Donna Reed episode and, later, she stopped recommending books and music to him, they compromised by both suffering through things the other liked rather than enjoying the same things together. Hell, by the end, they had NOTHING in common unless they forced it.

With Logan, she became the High Society Wife. The DAR member. She bent over backwards and destroyed bridges in an effort to be someone she wasn't. It wasn't just about Logan; he *said* that what she was doing wasn't her. But she did, in the end, do it to be accepted by his family and feel worthy. She was desperate for that validation. (as a gifted kid and a struggling adult, I fucking GET this, and I sympathize a lot more now that I'm older).

Both relationships were destined to fail because she wasn't ever completely herself. Either at the start or at the ending of it, she had to change herself fundamentally to make it work.

Jess, though. With Jess she was so completely herself that Lorelai didn't understand her (because yes, Rory chameleoned for EVERYONE in her life, hi, there's that pedestal). They read books and listened to music and hung out with the band (I love that Jess was actually friends with her friends and THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE OF THIS) and stayed home watching movies. The rockiest points of their relationship were because of Dean or Lorelai. The constant comparison of Jess to Dean, the constant out of hand judgements of his character by people who didn't even know him, expectations set up for him he had no way of meeting because he is his own person with his own struggles. Yeah, he fucked up and wasn't communicative enough. But he WAS a 17/18 yr old kid with major issues that most of the other characters would never be able to understand(and tbf, Rory was passive and petulant more than once). He shut down and put up walls, he was called a screw up, his accomplishments were diminished, and every adult in his life let him down, yeah, including Luke (and I LOVE Luke, but his support of Jess was conditional in the end. Maybe if Jess hadnt bailed so IMMEDIATELY after that fight, Luke could've/would've calmed down and re-evaluated, but alas). Every time he did something that could be construed as just a little bit wrong, it was blown completely out of proportion.

Rory believed in him, though, and saw the best in him. And he, in turn, saw and listened to her. He questioned her, yeah, but he also didn't LET her chameleon herself. That was kinda the point of his questioning. How much of only herself was in her answer mattered to him. The other variables, the expectations from other people, weren't important: SHE was.

And I think that's why she first ran into Dean's arms, and then later refused to leave Logan. Why she couldn't let herself choose Jess again, even after he'd obviously grown a lot. She had been so completely and utterly bare with Jess, and he hurt her. He kept leaving and he became a stronger, better person without her (in his words, he did do it because of her, but still). Logan and Dean were safe because there were always walls. There was always a facade in the relationship. It took Rory an ENTIRE YEAR to move on from Jess, but every time Logan hurt her, it took her a few weeks, or even just a few days and a drunken night on the floor, to dust herself off and go right back to him. Easily forgiven.

Yeah, let that sink in for a minute. It was easier for her to forgive Logan for cheating on her, with three women he KNEW she was about to be stuck in a room with and he didn't bother to warn her, than it was to forgive Jess for leaving/not calling her. Jess leaving her broke her heart MORE than Logan's massive fuck up. Like. What. the. hell???

IMO: it was because Logan cheated on someone Rory didn't even recognize as herself. But Jess left *Rory* when she had no facade, when she was so much herself that she stood up AGAINST her mother for him. It was a bigger betrayal.

I will go down swinging that Jess was one of the best characters, and the best person for Rory. The only reason they didn't get back together in/before the revival was because ASP was hellbent on mirroring Rory with Lorelai, at the cost of Rory's entire character arc, and Jess and Rory could only be together if she were her own complete person, not her mother's fucking reflection, because that's the person, the Rory, Jess loved.

#rory x jess #long post #i have too many feelings and not enough irl friends to talk to abt this #wasnt going to write this essay but then i did

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Darkest Before The Dawn |3| Dean Winchester

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“Because damn it, you belong with us. You are a good damn hunter.” Dean returned as he shut the door, he didn’t want to wake up Sam if they started yelling and screaming at each other, “You belong with me.”

“Your exact words were Dean, women shouldn’t be hunting. They are only distractions. That I was a distraction. Pretty sure that’s what your dad said too after Savannah almost got us all killed.” In an effort to keep her anger in check, she started yanking her hair into a ponytail, “You said that I was never going to be anything more than a piece of ass!” “I lied okay!” His own voice raised and he slammed the door shut.

“What?” She was so surprised that he even admitted to that. Normally getting him to talk about anything then movies, music, and the Impala was hard. This was a whole other side of him she hadn’t seen yet. “I lied to keep you safe.” The rest of the words died on the tip of his tongue like he wanted to say more but he couldn’t bring himself to instead he crossed the room and grasped her hips in his hands, and pulled her to him.

His mouth found hers, kissing her, she whined and wanted to twist away from him but she couldn’t, as much as she was furious with him for leaving her to mourn and deal with everything that she had gone through, she still needed him, she still craved him.

He was that missing part of her. Sure there had been other guys including Antonio Dawson, the detective that she had reached out to but that was a drunk mistake. But nothing, nothing ever compared to Dean.

And nothing ever would.

His hands roaming her body and pushing and pulling at the articles of her clothing stopped all the thoughts out of her head and instead she let herself get lost in these feelings. Her own hands reached up and pushed off not only that heavy leather jacket he wore followed by the unbuttoned button-up shirt off of his body.

Maybe just for one night, it was okay to forget everything.

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The next morning

Antonio Dawson went to raise his hand to knock on Ellie's front door and was stopped by Sam opening the door. "Who are you?" He was unable to help himself, for the last year he had developed a soft spot for Ellie Scott, not just because of how she helped them out but because of how good of friends she was with his sister Gabby, and the other two paramedics at Firehouse 51. And not to mention the time they had spent alone together when he and his wife were having problems. "I am Sam." "Winchester?" Sam sighed, he should have known that Ellie would have talked especially if it was about him or Dean. "I take it your brother is here too?"

"I am." Dean's voice came as he came down the stairs, pulling a t-shirt over his head, "Ellie will be down in a second, who the hell are you?"

"Antonio! What're you doing here?" Ellie's voice came from the top of the stairs, "Sammy let him in, he is the cop that I reached out to last night. He's Gabby's brother."

Sam had to think for a moment before nodding his head, he had met Gabby Dawson the one time Ellie had come out to California had come to see him and he had treated her badly. She had read him the riot act about how he treated Ellie and it had surprised him, he wasn't used to anyone other than Dean and Bobby taking up for Ellie but still, he stepped to the side.

"I got some news about the case and about what you asked me last night." The detective answered, his fingers twitching to text Gabby and have her and Shay come over and try and talk Ellie out of whatever she was thinking of doing.

From the stories he had heard, things clicked in his head, he was very well aware that Ellie would do anything she could for the Winchester brothers. The love bites that littered her neck were proof of that. "What about her case?" Dean asked before Sam could ask about their father, and it made Sam angry, he wanted to know what was going on with their father and to find out what killed Jess. But Dean was more concerned with what was going on with Ellie.

It was almost typical.

"The guy is escalating, they want us to take you, Gabby, Shay, and Libby into protective custody. There was a body found near the firehouse." Antonio didn't miss how Dean tugged Ellie closer to him, and Sam stepped in front of her like they could protect her from everything.

"The girl looked a lot like you and Libby."

"He's targeting me? Specifically." "We think so."

"What are the others doing? I know that Shay and Gabby aren't going to bow down and out, they are going to go on shift."

"They are, Severide is taking Libby to New York for a few days until we can catch the guy."

"She isn't going into protective custody." Dean threw in after a few seconds.

"It's not your choice. It's hers, she is her own person." Dean laughed bitterly and went to move around Ellie to confront him. When it came to Ellie, he knew what was best for her, he always did, her hand on his chest and the other grasping at his boxers stopped. "He is right, I am not going into protective custody Tony. I would rather stay with them."

"They can't protect you, Ellie." Antonio was angry, he was worried that Ellie was going to get hurt. His sister told him all about the heartbreak that the girl had suffered by being in love with Dean Winchester.

"The hell we can't!" Dean growled, his fist clenching at his side, ready to take steps forward but Ellie was in front of him, her hands on his chest.

"Dean, calm down, he doesn't mean anything about it. Tony tell us what you found out about John." She gave her friend a stern look to drop it, this wasn't the time or place to start stuff. Sam clapped his hand on his brother's shoulder and spoke lowly to him and his hand caught Ellie pulling her with them.

The Detective watched the two brothers with his friend and his frown deepened, she was sitting more or less on Dean's lap and Sam was sitting as close as he could without being on top of them. They were overprotective he would give them that but at the same time, they both also had hurt Ellie way too much. And he didn't want to see her hurt anymore. He had seen it enough, he, Severide, and Casey were the ones that pulled her away from the bar when she was mostly recovered from her surgery.

"Thanks, Antonio, I really appreciate you looking into that for me." Ellie said a while later, leading the detective out of the townhouse, "They mean a lot to me." Antonio glanced back into the hallway where both brothers were standing near the hallway and to eavesdrop. "You know we would do anything for you, especially after that one thing you handled for us. Just be careful with that, Gabby, and I won't take lightly to someone hurting you again not when you could be dating someone here."

"Get out of here and tell your sister not to worry, that I will be okay." The detective nodded his head before smirking, taking a step forward and pressing a kiss against her mouth, and tossing a wink over her shoulder at the brothers.

"Troublemaker." She hissed as he went down the stairs laughing.

"Don't start." She ordered as she shut the door, both brothers were standing in the hallway, the younger one looking annoyed and the older look furious. "He is a friend and that's all."

"A friend that you make out with?" Sam asked cutting in before Dean could. He had only seen Ellie with other guys, that wasn't his brother in high school and it was odd. "And you haven't?" She returned raising her eyebrow, "Or did you not bang Jenny Martin in high school after you claimed the same thing?"

There was that old spark in her eyes, the one that had been missing when she got hurt like she was going to be ready to go to war if and when she had to. They could practically feel the anger pouring off of the older Winchester, he wanted to explode and say all the things that he had been holding in but he was holding on the best he could. "Look, I tried to have a life after hunting Dean, and that's all you need to know." She paused and chewed on the inside of her cheek, "You tried to do the same thing."

Dean's face turned white and his grip that he had on her shirt loosened. "Yeah, Vannah told me about Lisa." Sam looked between the two and cleared his throat, normally he was all for them fighting but right now he didn't want to try and play peacemaker, "Why don't we go out and get something to eat, and you can show us the firehouse." "And look for a case." Ellie stepped in quickly, relieved that Sam suggested that, she knew Dean wasn't going to let the fact that she was, "It will be good to tell Chief Boden that I am going to be off shift until they catch this guy. And no, you aren't going to do anything about it. Let Antonio and PD do their jobs please.'

The plea was going to fall on deaf ears, as it usually did especially when it came to Ellie.

#ash writes #oc: ellie scott #series: darkest before the dawn #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural imagines #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester imagines

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metamagic-adept · 2 years

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I want to ask you about the DND blorbo so badly it makes me look stupid. But who cares about me looking stupid please exposit at great lengths

Thank you anon!! 💖 I dont think you look stupid at all

prefacing this by saying anyone playing in this campaign with me (an impending Strixhaven one) should read no further

so. there's truly so much potential for interesting character/story hooks with the Strixhaven academic setting it makes me go feral. my current favorite one is someone's experiement/science project who got up off the table ala frankenstein. I'm looking at a mutant bloodhunter in terms of class because there's a funky blood magic professor (maybe dean?) in the Witherbloom college. the Witherbloom campus includes some very nice swamp terrain so i'm pulling crocodile/alligator-like features in to this character's design. may or may not be considering a path of the beast barbarian multiclass down the road.

and then i said to myself, "this character needs a name." and THEN i remembered the children's book "lyle, lyle, crocodile" which is a very satisfying phrase to say so i decided Lyle is a great name for this character (Lyle uses he/they/it pronouns for rn)

and then i said to myself, "but is it sad enough?" and the answer was "nope!" like many queer ppl i can't resist the appeal of playing a monstrous character who feels isolated and unlovable. i also like to joke that my favorite pcs are all fundamentally lonely in some way. however, i could also make Lyle's backstory more tragic and complicated.

so i decided that his story started with two grad students in Witherbloom trying to experiment with resurrection via alchemy instead of straight up divine magic (or even lesser necromancy). Not only were they partners in research, the two academics were also partners in life (romantic, platonic, or somewhere in-between i havent decided yet). It was promising research, too! Unfortunately it was cut short by one of them dying unexpectedly :( the other, desperate to hang onto the man they loved, used their research to try to resurrect him. It failed in returning his soul to his body. But it did put something back into his body, and that something was Lyle.

Lyle, as such, has a very complicated relationship with it's parents. Both the living one and the dead one whose body they are piloting around. The living parent loves him, but its hard when your child's face is also literally the face your dead best friend. And when that's your fault. Lyle knows that their parent wishes the procedure had brought their partner back instead of them. Lyle sometimes wishes the same; that the circumstances of his existence were entirely different. He doesn't want to die though, in fact, there is a part of them that fiercely, fiercly wants to live. And he thinks that maybe, that part is tha last remnant of their dad, urging them to keep going.

I think Lyle was also feral when it first woke up. Like, "sprinting into the swamp and unable to be found" kind of feral, or "attacking the occasional student collecting herbs" feral. "Only responds after a druid casts Awaken on it" feral. And I think at times Lyle misses the simplicity of it, of following insticts and eating when hungry and not worrying about parents or friends or wearing someone else's face (its their face too, they dont have another one.)

Lyle rhymes with crocodile, but it also comes from the old french "L'isle" meaning island or someone from an island. Talk about feeling isolated...

#thank you for letting me ramble!!#of course nothing is set in stone til session 0 or even 1. i have several different half baked blorbos who may go into rotation #so if i dont get to play lyle i at least got to tell yall about him #dnd character #ask

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sastiel-is-my-serotonin · 1 year

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Okay, well, my blog is getting depressing. So I wanna talk about fics!

Specifically some old fic ideas I've been working on with new inspirations:

Pity The Saved, Not The Damned, which has three chapters uploaded already. Sam is on a suicide mission to keep Lucifer locked in his mind and has turned to magic to do so. I'm using it as an excuse to write witch!Sam. I mashed a lot of ideas together for this. Like Sam trying to keep the devil at bay while he's stuck in his kind nearly all the time. Witch!Sam but in earlier seasons where not every witch he meets ends up dead. Which is funny considering how the fic starts, but hey, she's an outlier. Something that hasn't come up yet is despite not drinking any demon blood, Sam's powers are still there and emotions bring them out quite strongly. Oh, and Sam trying to keep an empty mind, clear of thoughts around Lucifer so he can't use them against him is a big one I've wanted to play around with and have. Lots of little ideas like that I've sort of taken and molded into one story and it's really satisfying to write. Although it is a darker fic than I typically write. If you read it, listen to the warnings please.

Don't have a name for it yet but a fic where Sam offers to marry Castiel who is about to be forced home if he doesn't because of a deal he made with his mother Naomi. Castiel said no at first because it's not something that'll go away, he can't marry and then divorce. The moment he's single again, Naomi's clause goes back into effect. So it's for life and that's not something Castiel can ask for from Sam. They talk it out and Castiel agrees as long as Sam promises if he finds someone he wants to be with, they call it off. He doesn't want to trap Sam in a loveless marriage the way all his siblings are. However, fun fact about Sam, he's aro but doesn't have the name for it. He just knows he's tired of trying to find romance and he'll do anything for Castiel. And perhaps Sam's not the only who may be aro, I mean there's a reason Castiel couldn't find anyone to marry, and it wasn't because he wasn't trying. This idea I've played around for awhile but there were certain things that didn't make sense. But as I'm going back with a different perspective on why Sam's so okay with this and why Castiel didn't argue for his own love, it makes more sense you know? They love and care about each other for sure, why else would they agree to such a commitment, but it's not the love everyone expects. They're still figuring it all out and they might not have the right words to describe it but it feels right. In their own way.

I started working on a fic where Sam's forced upon relapsing and Castiel can't watch Sam suffer and offers his own blood as a way to detox. Knowing Dean's way could and most likely would kill Sam. It takes a few sessions for Sam to detox. And even after that Castiel offers it to Sam when he notices Sam's trembles and when his thirst is about to interfere with hunting. Sometimes, they have sessions when it just seems like the right thing to do. With unexpected side effects of Sam being able to diminish angels grace and ultimately kill angels. And this is found out when Sam kills Lucifer in the cage. After not being able to take anymore of the torture and it's out desperation to get it to stop. Swan Song remains the same but when Castiel comes to try and pull Sam out of the cage at a later date, Sam refuses to leave and asks for Adam to go instead. Castiel finds a way to get all of them to go, Michael included, but Sam still refuses. Broken from the torture, what Lucifer did while his vessel was on Earth. There's simply too much blood on his hands. And while Michael and Castiel believe Sam diminished Lucifer's grace into nothing but Sam can feel it flowing through his veins. He had no control over where it went he was trying to get Lucifer to stop, he didn't want to consume it, he wanted it destroyed. Any trace of him should be gone. And yet, it resides in Sam with nowhere to go. Just like Sam. He has no place on Earth, no place in Hell that would fit better than the cage, and he certainly has no place in Heaven. So why would he leave when he has a spot carved out for him? So Castiel regretfully leaves but returns and tries to get Sam to come with him every time but Sam doesn't budge. (Recently posted dialogue of a fic and I want to incorporate it into this, where Sam basically sings and begs Castiel to kill him and Castiel continously refuses. That's essentially this portion.) Still working on the conclusion.

There's some more that I've worked on a little but want to write more of.

Dean and Cassie, how they met. Dean tried to impress her but failed miserably and she took pity on the guy. Dean didn't expect anything to come from it, but damn, he fell for her and he fell hard.

Another one for those two I'd like to do one where both of them are reminiscing at the same time despite being so far apart.

Also, one of their argument when Dean told her the truth. I can't find it at the moment but I'm pretty sure I wrote it so she gives him the benefit of the doubt or at least tries. Just never finished and now I can't find it.

A fun silly one is Jack Kline and Peter Parker meeting again and Peter introducing Jack to churros after a patrol because he was craving them. He was just going to leave the craving be but once he found out Jack didn't even know what they are he had to get one for him. It was his superhero duty to do so.

Oh, and the Lily Baker fic, I actually got further in that one. It's about her girlfriend and her where they play the game where you are saying the alphabet like A for apple, and b for banana, but it's the first thing that comes to mind for each letter. If that makes sense. Bad summary but it's just happy girlfriends that get a nice moment to themselves.

Speaking of girlfriends, there's an old fic idea where Meg doesn't die and her and Eileen cross paths when Eileen is being hunted by Hell hounds. Meg saves her out of curiosity of her situation. And to her surprise, they're looking for the same group of people. The Winchesters and Meg's Unicorn. Eileen for safety. And technically Meg wants the same thing but overall she misses Castiel. They join alliances out of necessity as Eileen saves Meg when she was on the fence of helping her further. And they need to move quickly because not only is Crowley questioning if she's truly dead, The Men of Letters are aware that their pets are dead and Eileen is still alive on the run. As they work together Meg regrets her decision knowing how fond she is of Eileen and Eileen keeps having to reminder herself she's a demon. Even after they manage to make it to the bunker, they're still thinking about each other... And keep "accidentally" running into each other. Megstiel and Saileen still happen but it expands it further.

Lots of ideas if you can't tell. There are still more I'm still figuring out lol. Hmm. I should become a writer or something. (I didn't even get into my ideas for OCs.)

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