#Ketch Series

[pikichavez2022]

Witchtober 2023 Día 7: Hongo🍄

#witchtober #witchtober 2023 #dibujo diario #octubre 2023 #reto dibujo #pentel #october drawingc hallenge #dailys ketching #Dibujos #sketchbook #drawing #drawin gchallenge #hilda #hilda fanart #hilda the series #hilda season 1 #hilda netflix #Hongo

[ask-cloverfield]

#Danny ketch: Ghost Rider #caretaker #dannt ketch #Johnny blaze #and my beloved #Noble Kale #this is gonna be the last we see of him for a while isn’t it #On the one hand bummed it was just a four issue mini-series #But I thought that Kale was completely forgotten and it was just so nice to see him again

[nerdlifecentral]

Unknown Secrets [6]

Summary: Y/n heads back to Dubuque with some advice from Rowena. The Hunters and angels are still suspicious and Gabriel catches the reader in a few lies.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel , Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley (mentioned)

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,837

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Wowie, can't believe the last time I posted was Christmas! That's college life for you. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and reach out if you have questions, suggestions, or something you want me to write! <33

“Rowena, you really don’t have to worry about me. I already let Ketch know before I left that I was feeling better and I have to keep their suspicions as low as possible. Disappearing wouldn’t help my case.” I say while tidying up the witch’s living room and packing my go bag and backpack.

“I am well aware of the terminal paranoia that runs in Hunter’s DNA, dear,” she says with a chuckle, “I am also aware that gaining Hunter’s trust is hard, but maintaining it is impossible.”

I know she is looking out for me, but honestly, I was hoping for some blind optimism to balance out the anxiety. “Trust me, I remember how long it took for Ketch and Mick to trust me and actually work with me regularly. I can’t lose that, Ro.” I say turning my back on her to continue packing. I hear her shoes click on the floor and stop right behind me.

“Y/n,” she says softly, “turn around and look at me, please.” I sigh and turn to look Rowena in the eyes. She gently takes my hands in hers and continues, “I know that you are a very capable and strong Hunter. And I’m sure those boys know it too, but promise me you will call if something doesn’t feel right or even to check in every few days so I know you’re okay.”

“I promise I will either call you or Crowley if something feels off.” Rowena visibly relaxes and gives my hands a quick squeeze. 

“Speaking of my son, he told me this morning before you got up that he might have found some demons who might know of a way that could keep you more hidden from other supernatural beings.” she says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Tell him thank you from me whenever you talk with him. At least now I have something to tell Sam and Dean that you guys are working on some theories.” I shiver with nervous energy considering the thousands of possibilities of how these guys will react since I’ve been gone.

“Yes. Now you better get going, it’s a long drive back to Dubuque.” Rowena smiles and walks me to the front door after picking up my backpack for me. I sling my go-bag over my right shoulder and grab my backpack from Rowena. She gives a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye and closes her front door.

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The entire drive back to Dubuque I tried to do some calming breathing exercises to keep my anxiety in check, although I’m unsure that breathing exercises will be any match against warranted suspicions. Driving into the bare parking lot I park next to Baby and Ketch’s car on each side of myself.

“At least I know everyone is here and I only have to face them once.” I assure myself while taking my duffle bag out of the back of my truck along with my backpack that I sling over my right shoulder, closing the car door afterward. I take a deep breath and walk in the direction of room number 63. I called Ketch this morning after leaving Ro’s apartment to make sure they hadn’t changed hotels or rooms yet.

As I get closer to the room, I can hear the boys talking quietly inside and shuffling papers around. I take another deep breath and knock three times on the faded wooden door. I stick the door three times and take a small step back, nervously readjusting my backpack.

I hear shuffling as footsteps draw nearer to the door, they pause and forcefully open the door. Ketch stands before me with a tired smile on his face. I let out a sigh of relief and give him a hug.

“It’s so good to see you, y/n. How are you feeling?” Ketch asks, returning my hug and stepping aside for me to enter. I give a tight-lipped smile to everyone else in the room. Dean and Gabe both stare daggers while Sam is busy on his laptop on the bed furthest from the door.

“Glad to see you too, Ketch. I’m feeling much better, just trying to take it easy. Where’s Castiel and Mick?” I respond, walking inside and setting my backpack and duffle bag on the floor next to the small table. I take a seat on one of the chairs, Dean occupying the other, leaning back with his arms crossed.

Sam sighs saying, “They both went out to try and get some information.” I wait for him to elaborate more, or even for anyone to give me an update but no one speaks up. I glance around the room; no one has changed their positions since I walked in. The only movement is Sam’s keystrokes and Ketch quietly shutting and locking the door.

“What kind of information? Please tell me you guys have more of a lead than I do.” I ask, hoping to convince them to spill a little. Not just for my own safety, but if I’m going to be a part of this hunt I need to know what’s going on.

Gabriel snorts and shakes his head, “Important information that might be a lead depending on what Cas and Mick find out.” Dean says, still staring at me with either anger or distrust. Knowing him, probably a dangerous mix of both. I decide to stare back, plastering a confused look on my face trying to hide the frustration. I know exactly what they are trying to do, keeping me in the dark so they can gather information that I can only assume is against me.

Ketch stands behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. I'm sure he’s trying to calm me down and back off from this stare-down with Dean, but I’m lost as to how going along with this manipulation will benefit me.

“Yeah, I assumed that Dean. What would be helpful to know is maybe where they went, or possibly what information they’re finding to investigate a theory.” Sam’s typing stopped. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me and Dean as I wait for the dam to break on me.

Ketch’s hands tighten slightly as Dean leans forward and opens his mouth to speak when there is a loud knock at the door.

Ketch lets go of me and opens the door, the tension in the room that was mounting seems to dissipate slightly with this distraction. I look down at my lap and play with my hands, luckily the guys have all stopped watching me and are looking at the people at the door.

“Y/n! We weren’t expecting you for another hour! Are you feeling better I hope?” Mick says gently holding my biceps, as I stand to greet him. He looks at me as though he’s expecting me to pass out any second.

I chuckle at his excitement, “I’m feeling much better, haven’t passed out at all and I’ve been very careful.” “What did he mean that they weren’t expecting me for another hour?” Before I could question what he meant by not expecting me for an hour, Castiel walks into the room holding a bloody angel blade.

“What happened to you bro?” Gabe asks the angel. Castiel then glances over to me and back to his brother, his classic confused look on his face. Mick slowly lets his arms drop back to his sides. I feel my phone then begin to vibrate with an incoming call.

I pick up, “Hey Rowena! What’s up?” I ask cheerfully.

“Just checking up on you my dear, I’m sure they’re all putting you through the wringer right now.” I can tell she is worried about me, and I don’t like that the Hunters and angels are still staring at me.

“Not too bad, a bit tiring but that’s what I was expecting,” I say standing up and exiting the room. I’d rather not add more suspicions but I don’t have enough energy to talk in riddles around them. “I’m outside now, and yes they haven’t told me a thing yet.”

Rowena sighs and remains silent for a moment. “Are you doing okay with that? I know you value your friendships with Mick and Ketch the most. How are they treating you?”

“I mean, they were both very kind and excited to see me, but Mick and Ketch won’t say anything either. Castiel and Mick just got back from what Dean called getting ‘important information that might be a lead depending on what they find out’,” Rowena laughs quietly, “if I’m still on this hunt, how can I be of any use while being left in the dark?” I know I sound like a whiny child but it’s just so frustrating, plus Ro is a very good listener.

“Well, you could always try saying that to them?” I snort and shake my head at her suggestion. “It would also help put them at ease and understand if you’re acting a bit off, it’s because you were left behind and need to play catch-up in order to stay useful and not put yourself in danger on accident.”

“I guess I’m just feeling guilty about hiding what I know and what Crowley is looking into for me. I want them to trust me and to stay in this hunt, but I feel like none of them will trust me again no matter what I say or do.”

“The only thing I would tell you, my dear, is to be very guarded. Right now they all perceive you to be a threat. Don’t do or say anything that could strengthen those suspicions or you’ll be fighting an even worse uphill battle.” I wish there is more that she could tell me, it’s smart advice, it just makes me even more apprehensive about my decision to return to the case.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I'll be careful. I’ll try and call later depending on how much progress we make.”

“Alrighty, take care of those boys now.” I laugh at her comment and hang up, placing my phone back in my jeans pocket.

“Feeling guilty, huh?” I spin around with Gabriel standing a few feet away. Of course, it had to be Gabe who followed me out, couldn’t have been literally anyone else.

“So what if I am?” I challenge. I don’t think this will earn me any cooperation points with them, but maybe it will appear like I’m not hiding as big a secret. “You’re really telling me Sam and Dean don’t hold guilt about past actions?”

His whiskey eyes burned holes through mine, fists clenched at his sides almost shaking with anger. He takes a step toward me, and I take one back, fearful of what the tortured angel might do.

“I’m sure Sam and Dean have messed up plenty and are still living in the past. That doesn’t change the fact you told that witch friend of yours that you feel guilty because you’re hiding something about this hunt. Wonder what kind of super secret information you have that we won’t trust you?” He finished with a threatening head tilt, almost daring me to disagree.

Sam walks out, “You guys okay out here?”

Gabriel looks over his shoulder to look at Sam, “Oh lay off, Moose. I was checking up on your new best friend, y/n, and heard a very interesting conversation she was having with your witchy girlfriend.” Sam sighs heavily and shakes his head at Gabe's antics.

The angel turns to look at me again with fiery eyes again. I shrug at Sam and Gabe scoffs saying, “Don’t play the innocent card with Sammy here after trying to pull the confident, guilt-stricken hunter card with me.”

“You haven’t even given me two seconds to explain what we were talking about!” I interrupt what I assume was going to become another veiled threat, “She told me to update her once we got a bit more settled to make sure I’m feeling okay, and she is worried you are going to try to kill me or connect me to Asmodeus again.” I’m already in a hole with Gabe catching me airing out my dirty laundry, might as well get a shovel to make it look like I was digging a well and not my own grave.

“Fat chance!” Gabe exclaims, taking a few quick steps in my direction again. Sam must have seen the uneasiness on my face and took a few long strides and got between me and Gabriel.

He puts his hands up to block Gabe from nearing me, “How about we all go inside and talk about this with everyone? You can say your piece, y/n says hers, and we can decide what to do as a group to catch this sonofabitch faster.” Gabe stares up at Sam, and they seem to have another silent conversation. “What the hell is with these guys and reading each other’s minds?”

Gabriel huffs and saunters back to the motel door and opens it, glancing back at me behind Sam. “Ladies first,” he says with an exaggerated arm sweep toward the now open door.

I roll my eyes and brush past Sam back into the room, taking my previous seat at the small table, though I notice Dean has since taken Sam’s spot on one of the beds and Gabe has taken to standing right beside me, blocking my view to Mick and Ketch huddled around various weapons and herbs. He is also pointedly blocking the door, locking it shortly after Sam re-entered the room. I think he rolls his eyes at Gabe who rolls his eyes back. Sam walks over to his brother to take his laptop back and sit at the table across from me.

“So, Gabe,” Sam breaks the silence, causing the other men to cease their movements, “why don’t you start with why you were snooping on y/n’s phone call, and then y/n,” he states glancing at me, “you can say what you were talking about on that phone call with Rowena.” I nod and try to look around Gabriel to see Ketch or Mick, but the stubborn angel purposefully moves in front of my line of sight.

“First of all, Moose, not snooping.” I scoff, immediately regretting that choice with a warning look from Sam, “I was actually going to make sure she didn’t pass out or something since she was by herself.”

“Ever heard of privacy, wings?” I snap, another look from Sam shuts me up again.

“I am aware of that, smartass. I overheard y/n telling Rowena how guilty she feels at hiding something from us because she’s too scared we’ll see her differently and doesn’t want to tell us.” I know this guy has been around for thousands of years, but how is it possible he never actually grew up!

“I feel guilty because when I was with Rowena and Crowley I did some research cross-referencing weather patterns, crop failures, cow slaughters, the basic demon signs,” I pause, seeing how frustrated Gabriel was getting since I was speaking calmly and adding more detail. I guess he wanted me to admit I’m being sneaky because I have a huge secret.

“I noticed that there have been some of these demonic signs have been bouncing around between Manchester, Iowa, Platteville, Wisconsin, and Freeport, Illinois for the past twenty to thirty years,” I explain, taking out my computer to show the map I had drawn up with different colors for each demonic sign. I scroll through about ten maps showing different changes every other year as the Hunters and Angels crowd around me.

“While this is really impressive, y/n,” Mick states, “what does this have to do with your guilt Gabriel mentioned? You already gave Ketch a synopsis of what your research yielded.” Dean groans at Mick’s big words and strides back to the bed, flopping onto it.

I smile and continue, “While I told Ketch about my research I didn’t say what Crowley found out about these cities and why they didn’t show up in Rowena’s original spell. And he made me promise-”

“Original spell?” Gabriel asks, squinting at me.

I pause, not knowing what he’s talking about. “Yeah, the original spell. What about it?”

Dean sits up from his relaxed position and tries to stare me down for the second time today. The rest of the guys also visibly tune in to the conversation more and are eyeing Gabe and me.

“You saying Rowena’s original spell implies there were more spells she performed. I know she didn’t tell us about these spells, the Brits have never met her, Gabe and Cas don’t communicate with her regularly, so when exactly did she test out other spells?” Sam asks.

“She seriously did this spell only once with you guys?” Dean is still staring and Sam merely nods. “Ro’s losing her touch then, I asked for her to do the spell again on a smaller map to be sure it was for Dubuque and not a smaller town nearby or anything. And the spell again showed Dubuque.” Sam glances at Gabriel who is doing that stupid telepathic trash with Dean, at least it got him to quit staring at me. Technically it was only a white lie since the map wasn’t of Dubuque, but we did do the same spell again to double-check where the nephidemon is.

“Anyway,” I continue, “Crowley made me promise to not tell you guys that he has a demon with a number of connections has randomly gone off the radar for the past ten years. He wanted to see if this demon had anything to do with Asmodeus or his kid without y’all going in guns blazing and ruining a possible lead.” Everyone in the room aside from Gabriel has relaxed a bit and no longer seems to want me dead.

“So, why again do you feel guilty?” Sam pushes, “It’s not like Crowley has kept his inside demon bureaucracy crap hidden before to keep him as King.” 

“Why does Sam have to always be so damn smart and read into everything. I was honestly hoping they might turn suspicions onto Crowley or this made-up demon but no, Sam has to use that Stanford brain.”

“Well, I assumed you would want to know anything I found out that had to do with anything demonic. I felt guilty that I was hiding this because this demon could end up being a big lead if Crowley can find her alive.” The tension that had built previously finally died down enough for me to breathe. Gabriel must have sensed it too and stepped away from me a bit so I can actually see Mick and Ketch by the bed closest to the door.

I’m thankful for the few minutes of silence to collect my thoughts and calm my breathing. I’ll have to remember to update Crowley and Rowena about all the lies I just said, I can’t have either of them getting shot in any cross-fire. Both have been extremely understanding and really put their lives and relationships with the Hunters on the line for me.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last nearly as long as I would like when Castiel speaks up, “What should we do now?” Dean gives the angel a shrug and the rest of us glance between The Brits and Dean. Gabriel is still sulking by the door with his arms crossed, playing with some grooves in the floorboards with his feet.

“Don’t you boys have a Men of Letters Bunker back in Kansas?” Ketch questions, “Those places are filled with weapons, books, spells, anything we could think to need to start seriously going after Asmodeus or his child.”

Everyone agrees and we all pack up whatever gear we brought with us and file outside the motel door towards the parking lot. Dean goes to return their room keys as Sam loads his and his brothers’ bags into Baby, Ketch does the same with his and Mick’s bags.

“Y/n, you should probably ride with us. No offense to your truck but I doubt it would make the drive to Kansas, let alone back here.” Mick says, a bit shy while holding out his hands for my duffle bag and backpack.

“I didn’t even think about that honestly, I’m sure it’s fine to leave it here and I hate long drives alone,” I say with a smile as I hand him my gear.

Dean returns and takes the keys from Sam as they get into the front seats, and the angels climb into the back. I let out a quick sigh of relief that Gabriel chose to ride with his brother and the Winchesters, I don’t think I could handle hours being stuck in a car with him and his suspicious attitude. Ketch and Mick get into the front seats with Ketch driving and Mick sitting passenger side, leaving me to sit in the middle seat in the back so I can still talk to both of them.

”Y/n, you do realize I know when you’re lying right?” Ketch says, looking back at me with the rearview mirror.

I scrunch my nose in confusion and ask, “I know you’ve been trying to convince me I have a tell or something for years, but I doubt that based on how often I beat you in poker.”

Ketch chuckles and Mick casts a smirk my way. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You do have a tell and no, I will never tell you because where’s the fun in that?” I roll my eyes and lightly smack his arm, “when you said that Crowley was looking into that demon that disappeared, your tell happened. Everything else seemed truthful, but you do know the truth will come to light sooner than you want.”

It almost sounds like a warning. I really need to try to bribe Mick to tell me about my supposed tell sometime, “Whatever you are hiding, you need to be straight with us.” Mick says, fidgeting with his collar. I might have a lying tell, but Mick messing with his cufflinks or shirt collar is certainly his nervous tell.

“I appreciate what you guys are saying, and you don’t have to worry that much about me. I’ll be okay.” I look at them through the rearview mirror, hoping to portray honesty because I truly want to believe that I will be okay through this whole thing.

“Anything you’re hiding, y/n, you either need to right it, tell us, or don’t let it bite you in the ass,” Ketch says as silence fills the car aside from faint radio music. He’s one-hundred percent right and I know it, and I’m unsure which of the three options will cause the least amount of relationship setbacks and Gabriel’s level of hatred directed at me and my father.

“No, I can’t afford to relate myself to that monster. I never have been and never will be like that, I can’t let myself.”

#supernatural fic #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic series #spn x reader #spn fanfiction #spn fic #spn fanfic #gabriel #rowena #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #mick davies #arthur ketch #crowley

[aerialworms]

+ bonus Midam :)

(Shoutout to @bloodydeanwinchester​ for inspiring this, although I’m 75% sure this has been done before 😅 ID under the readmore!)

[Image ID: A series of screenshots of the Supernatural characters paired with the answers from a Buzzfeed quiz. The first image is the title of the quiz: “...would you fuck a clone of yourself?”

2. Sam Winchester, looking weirded out at his alternate self in 15.13 Destiny’s Child, answers “I don't want to fuck my clone because it would be gay sex and I'm not gay.”

3. Eileen Leahy, smirking at Sam in 15.07 Last Call, answers “I'm not gay, but I would actually totally fuck my clone.”

4. Jack Kline, looking baffled in 13.01 Lost and Found, answers “I'm gay, but I still don't want to fuck my clone, that's gross and weird.”

5. Castiel, looking scared as the Empty yells at him in 13.04 The Big Empty, answers “I don't want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.”

6. Crowley, looking suggestively at Dean in a bar in 9.11 First Born, answers “I'd fuck my clone because who would know better how to fuck ME than ME?“

7. Dean, handcuffed on the floor in Endverse Dean’s cabin in 5.04 The End, tells his alternate self “I'd totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I'd be embarrassed to ask someone else to do.”

8. Arthur Ketch in 13.07 War of the Worlds, pretending to be his twin, Alexander, answers “It's basically the same as masturbating, right? So no big deal.”

9. Mary Winchester yells at Ketch “It's not the same as masturbating; it'd be like having sex with your twin. Wrong and bad!”

10. Good!Charlie Bradbury from 10.11 There’s No Place Like Home says “I would not have sex with my clone because what if my clone is evil.” except the “what if” has been crossed out.

11. Mustachioed Gabriel from the Casa Erotica DVD in 5.19 Hammer of the Gods answers “Not only would I have sex with my clone, I'd probably make a bunch of clones and just get it on with all of them at once because that's how pro-clone fucking I am.”

12. Chuck, in 11.20 Don’t Call Me Shurley, shrugs and tells Metatron “I'd totally fuck my clone because I want to know if I'm good in bed.”

13. From the start of 9.18 Meta Fiction, Metatron tells the viewer “To be honest, fucking my clone has always been my fantasy.“

14. Michael and Adam on their dinner date in 15.08 Our Father, Who Aren’t In Heaven. Their answer is simply “Yes.”

All the images are watermarked with the creator’s url, “@aerialworms”. /End ID]

#whoo boy i spent way too long on this #worth it though #spn #memes #and now for the tagging jesus christ #sammy #eileen leahy #jack the baby god #castiel #deannnnnn #king of hell #ketch #mary winchester #charlie bradbury #gabe the babe #midam #i added the episodes in the id because i spent ages finding the perfect screenshots #from relevant scenes (or as relevant as i could make them) #especially dean's ketch's and cas' #and sam and charlie's #and of course the midam one because they're canon #the amount of doppelgangers on this show is insane #i also wanted to include that one shapeshifter that turned into mary while ketch was torturing him but alas mary's faces weren't any good #for the answer i wanted to pair her with #also SORRY if i left out anyone's faves i was going off vibes #metatron wants to fuck himself (affectionate) and the rest of us want him to fuck himself (derogatory) #and chuck's an insecure little bastard #also that's the scene where he was talking about how he'd slept with girls AND guys #eileen's 'i'm not gay' means 'i'm bi' #original poast

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Avengers Cast x Male Reader

Request - Ok so can I request avengers cast x Male Reader R has worked with all the avengers cast before and has played as the love interest of them in different movies but he finally debuts as Danny Ketch Ghost Rider in doctor Strange 2 (I haven't seen it but let's say he makes a cameo) and the fans are loving him and are going crazy when it's announced his also gonna get his show that's gonna ma15+ and when Marvel release the trailer for R's ghost rider show all the fans are going crazy.

You are at Comic-con with the Avengers cast. They are answering questions from the fans and talking about upcoming projects. You are sitting between Elizabeth Olsen and Benedict Cumberbatch, you get along with everyone. A fan asked you a question...

“Hi, Y/n. Umm is it true, you did other movies with everyone from the Avengers?” She asked.

“Yes, that is true. With Cobie Smulders, I played her cheating husband, then with Elizabeth Olsen, I played her boyfriend in a time period movie. Then I played Scarlett Johansson’s husband in a movie but I died. But I did work with everyone in the Marvel cast” You smiled.

“Today, we will show a cameo that is what is expected in Doctor Strange 2,. So here is the first look of Danny Ketch, also known as Ghost Rider,” Sam Raimi said.

The lights get dim. The video starts to play Scarlet Witch fighting Doctor Strange, but they stopped because they hear someone…

“Is your friend?” Doctor Strange asked.

Ghost Rider is on his motorcycle and he gets off the motorcycle. Then Ghost Rider takes out the whip.

“No. But I don't care I will fight you or him” Scarlet Witch said.

“Avengers? Fantastic Four? X-Dudes? They can all kiss my bony, flammable ass." You said.

Ghost Rider was about to fight then the video stopped.

“Ghost Rider will be played by Y/n. And Ghost Rider will get his own series and will be rated as mature” Sam Raimi said.

Everyone starts to cheer then Elizabeth hugged you. Fans started to ask questions about Ghost Rider and you answer each question.

After the Q&A, you took pictures with fans and signed autographs. Then you take a break with Benedict.

“Everyone seems to be happy that you will be Ghost Rider,” Benedict said.

“I’m just this time Ghost Rider will be accurate like in the comic books. If he wasn't accurate then I would have given up on the role. The fans did like the cameo and I'm happy about that. Plus we are going to get to see a different side of Danny, but that goes along with the storyline like in the comics” You said.

“I’m guessing, Ghost Rider is your favorite hero?” Benedict said.

“Good guess, but yeah. Since I was a kid, Ghost Rider has been my favorite. I have action figures and comic books. Anything related to him, I would buy it” You said.

“I know you will do great as Ghost Rider. Can't wait to keep working with you” Benedict said.

“Thanks” You smiled.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

Weeks Later… you have been doing interviews for your role as Ghost Rider. The fans are liking the outfit and Ghost Rider’s form. You are doing an interview with the cast

“Is Ghost Rider going to meet the Avengers?” the host asked.

“Yes, but not in a nice way. All I can say is that he will not follow Steve Rogers's rules” You said.

“I had to film a few scenes with him and Scarlett. We think the fans will like how our characters meet” Chris said.

“The fans can't wait to see that. Y/n, have you always been a fan of Ghost Rider or have you found out recently who he is?” the host said.

“I have always been a nerd when it comes to Ghost Rider. He is my favorite character and I'm glad the movie and the show will be accurate to his storyline” You smiled.

“He has told me many Ghost Rider facts that I didn't know. For his birthday, I got him a Ghost Rider poster and t-shirt, and he stop smiling about it” Scarlett said.

“That was a cool gift” You smiled.

Much later, you went out with the cast to eat. Some fans did take pictures with you then you signed a few autographs.

——

You are on set filming for the Ghost Rider show. You took a selfie with Elizabeth, Chris Evans, and Scarlett Johanson, and it was posted online. Everyone is liking the outfit of Ghost Rider. In the picture, you have on the jacket and you have the chains around you.

#avengers cast x reader #avengers cast imagine #Avengers Cast x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader

[deancasbigbang]

Michael Singer & the Heroic Happily Ever After

Author: darcydelaney

Artist: Marvfortytwo

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Castiel

Length: 33155

Warnings: N/A

Tags: The Lost City movie AU, writer Castiel, cover model Dean, Castiel POV, suspension of disbelief required, thinly veiled bitterness over finale, there was only one hammock, happy ending

Summary: When struggling writer Castiel’s father disappears, Castiel inherits his cult classic “Michael Singer” book series. Following a disastrous first panel of a new book tour with Dean Winchester, the series’ cover model (and big-time fan of both the books and, well, Castiel himself), Castiel decides that he’s going to end the series by killing off the title character, much to Dean’s dismay. Shortly after said panel, Castiel is kidnapped by Arthur Ketch, who has discovered that Castiel’s father had been using real supernatural folklore in his book series, and wants Castiel to help him figure out the spell for eternal life by using his father’s work. Dean sets out on a mission to rescue Castiel, win his heart, and maybe even save his favorite book series in the process.

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#dcbb 2023 #masterpost #2023 masterpost #deancas #destiel

[fuiabarcelos]

Sam Winchester: Fic Recs (August - 2023)

This month I've read a lot of fantastic stories. Congratulations to all the authors who wrote these incredible stories!

Most of the stories posted here weren't published this month, but they're my favorite stories I've read this month.

1 - I Bet On Losing Dogs: By @slvtwh0re

The reader is hit by a spell that makes her feel a lot of pain, Sam is there to make sure she's okay.

Info: One Shot - 1700 Words

Warnings: "pain, crying, near-death experience" - Warnings described by the creator.

2 - 12x06 Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox: By @imagining-supernatural

Info: One shot - 1078 Words

3 - All Work, No Play: By @idreamofhazel

What happens when you see Sam shirtless and can't control your feelings?

Info: One shot - 1700 Words

Warnings: "Just fluff" - Warnings described by the creator.

4 - “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”: By @sharonisantisocialimagines

Info: One shot - 1466 Words

5 - Doctors Orders /Part 2: By @plus-size-reader

"Ketch kidnapping you and brainwashing you, along with Mary, in an attempt to use you against the boys."

Info: One shot (2 parts) - 2650 Words

Warnings: "None" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

6 - All this time...: By @thinkinghardhardlythinking

"Sam and Y/N have been best friends since they first met when they were 15 years old. Now, Sam needs her help with a case and old feelings start to flare."

Info: Serie - 4 chapters

Warnings: "Angst and fluff and in the last part only, smut (you can just not read that part if smut is not for you, or go straight to it if it’s all you want)" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

7 - The Perfect Date: By @queen-of-deans-booty

"You, Sam, and Dean have been through a lot and with Amara surfacing as a very serious threat, Sam just wants the perfect date for you to show you how much he loves you."

Info: One shot - 1469 Words

Warnings: "just some fluffy sammy" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

8 - Car’s outside (but I don’t wanna go tonight): By @yourmomxx

"Sam feels bad because he’s always away on hunts. you reassure him."

Info: One shot - 1300 Words

Warnings: "Angst, fluff, insecure Sam" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

9 - We're Endgame: By @kaleldobrev

"Although you’ve been out of the hunting game for years, Dean manages to suck you back in when you are recruited in pretending to date Sam for a case"

Info: One shot - 2900 Words

Warnings: "Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

10 - Rainfall: By @67chevy-imagine

"A glimpse of how deep Sam’s affections truly are."

Info: One shot - 2521 Words.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural #sam winchesterxreader #sammy #fic rec #recs

[wwprice1]

Loving the Danny Ketch Ghost Rider series Marvel is doing right now!

#marvel #ghost rider #danny ketch #danny ketch ghost rider #spirit of vengeance #howard mackie #Daniel Picciotto #guru efx #travis lanham

[bonecodoposto-45]

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look at these

i live in brazil and have autism spectrum disorder, and mood swings (kiiinda)

Please don't spam rp asks in my inbox. I also check every single follower i have.

i have some pokemon irl blogs, which i will not tag because i am lazy

I'm aromantic, so if i forget to specify when i say "i love you" you can and should assume it's platonic!

i am just a creature, i mind my business

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i have a LOTTA interests (oh boy)

those which i remember are listed below in no particular order:

murder drones

bfdi

the battle cats

JOJO (i will say "iS tHaT a JoJo ReFeReNcE?!?!?!?!?!)

pokemon

sonic

just shapes and beats

the pink corruption (jsab fan series)

brawl stars

geometry dash

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[rainsongdean]

"you don't look good" "yeah, well, you're not my type either"

spn collage series - 1/?

for @altarofrowena 2k celebration ➔ day four: dean/ketch

#i have such a love hate relationship with ketch... just like dean <3 #you slept with my mom and faked being your own evil twin but i WILL go into an alternate universe with you and live out a hurt/comfort fic #altarof2k #dean winchester #arthur ketch #deanketch #dean x ketch #supernatural #spn #spnedit #collage #also trying something a lil different i've made a few collages like this for sapphicnatural pairs too that i will someday post. maybe #shae.edit #shae.collage

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Chapter 1: Evaarl'a (Second Chances - Hunter x Reader)

Evaar'la. n., adj. New; young.

Summary: Despite your best efforts, you owe Cid a favor. So when she gives you a mission you can't complete on your own, she graciously provides you with backup, in the form of a squadron of four clones and a young girl. Whatever you were expecting, this wasn't it.

Warnings: gn!reader; reader has a backstory and nickname; angst; canon-typical cursing; use of y/n; if I missed any, let me know! Expanded warnings will be provided on the series masterlist.

WC: 3463

Read it here on AO3!

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The familiar rank smell of stale alcohol, sweat, and grime makes your nose wrinkle in distaste as you step over the threshold of Cid’s Parlor. You should have known better than to think that you would be able to get away from this place, but the Force seems to be conspiring against you as of late. Of course the Trandoshan woman couldn’t handle her own business. Of course she called on you for help—holding the favor you owed her over your head like a baton. And of course, you had no better prospects as a person on the run from the Empire. Besides, you really, really did not want to be in debt to Ciddarin Scaleback for longer than absolutely necessary. 

So here you are, glancing around at the busy parlor. The neon behind the bar catches on jewelry as people mingle in the space, flirtatious hands splayed over shoulders, alcohol-filled words whispered in ears that will not remember them in the morning. At the Dejarik tables, the familiar figures of Bolo and Ketch help ground you in the moment. Everything here is loud, flashy, gaudy. You grit your teeth and take another step into the poorly lit ambience. 

Beneath your hood, you flick your eyes around to survey the rest of the patrons assembled here tonight. The usual odd assortment of humanoids, aliens, and droids does something to quell the rising tide of anxiety in your stomach. None of the other people here stand out; none of them even seem to notice or care about your appearance in the one place you wanted nothing to do with. But still, you hesitate. 

Not for the first time you ask yourself if there is a way out of this. Some amount of credits that Cid might accept in lieu of a favor, the right words you can conjure to sway the unshakeable and deep-seated greed of the Trandoshan, a nudge from the Force—as if you believed in that. No. You shake your head at yourself. You made the promise, and now you have to follow through. 

You squeeze past several patrons to reach the bar. Its surface is sticky as you lean your forearms against it, and you grimace down at it. The blue-skinned Twi’lek woman behind the bar is unfamiliar to you, but then again, most people in this part of Ord Mantell City are transient. You catch the way that some of the men at the bar stare hungrily at her as she reaches for a top-shelf bottle of alcohol, her dark clothes riding up to reveal her back dimples. Swallowing against the disgust that rises in your throat, you take a steadying breath. You’ve thrown your fair share of “unsavory clientele,” as Cid likes to put it, to the curb in this Parlor, but that’s not what you’re here for tonight. 

After the Twi serves the top-shelf drinks to a pair of Rodians, you raise one finger to flag her down. 

She approaches with a thousand-watt smile. “What can I get for ya, darlin’?” 

You jerk your head in the direction of Cid’s back office. Half-shouting to be heard, you say, “The boss in her office?” 

Her smile dims just a smidge. Her eyes take in your hooded form and makes the quick assessment that you’re not worth the trouble playing dumb with. She nods. “Yeah. But not in the best of moods tonight.”

“When is she ever in a good mood?” you mutter to yourself. Digging in one of the pouches on your utility belt, you fish out a couple of spare credits and push them across the gummy surface of the counter. She pockets the chips and gives you a single nod of appreciation before arranging her face back into its customer service mask as she turns to the next patron.

You push away from the bar. At least you know what you’re heading into. Cid isn’t known for her generosity or her kindness, and you’re almost glad that she’s in a sour mood; it’ll make this easier. You won’t have to worry about setting her off now that you know she’s already been set off. 

Out of habit your eyes sweep the tightly packed barroom. Nothing new of note. Except—

The front door slides open to admit more patrons. Tugging your hood farther up your head to make sure your face is fully hidden in shadow, you eyeball the newcomers with equal parts curiosity and anticipation. Four men file through the doorway, followed by a young girl. All of the men wear dark plastoid armor, helmets tucked beneath their arms; blasters rest, holstered, at their hips. Probably more of Cid’s mercs. 

You frown and shake your head, deciding they’re not worth your time. Being here is...unpleasant, to put it mildly. Granted, the last time you were here wasn’t pleasant either, but for an entirely different reason. You want out of this grimy, barely above-board bar, off this Maker-forsaken planet, and away from a past that seems to refuse to let you escape. 

The last time I was here, Arien was still alive.

You shove that thought out of your mind angrily. There’s no use in dwelling on...her right now. Gripping the shoulder straps of your backpack a little tighter, you set your jaw and trudge through the crowd towards Cid’s office. Most of the patrons back off at your pointed glare as you stalk past them.

When the claustrophobic sensation of being pressed by too many bodies in such a small space nearly becomes too much, you stumble out of the crowd and into the hallway that leads to Cid’s back rooms. A sigh of relief rushes out of you almost of its own volition, but a headache is beginning to bloom just behind your right eye, dull and throbbing. You curse to yourself. Of course. 

The door to Cid’s office is partly ajar. Warm yellow light spills from the gap, and you swallow against the sudden dryness in your throat. With a knock that’s nothing more than courtesy, you push the rusted metal door on its groaning hinges. 

Cid looks up as you enter. Some old piece of technology lies disassembled across her desk, an illuminated magnifying lamp spotlighting one of the pieces as Cid sets it down. If she’s surprised to see you, she doesn’t show it. Instead, her eyes narrow as she looks past you to the empty space behind you. She straightens up in her chair and jerks her chin for you to shut the door. 

The thrumming base of the music from the bar drops a few decibels after you do, and you silently thank the Maker for such a reprieve. Everything about this place has settled beneath your skin, leaving you feeling as sticky and grimy as the bartop counter.

“Red,” Cid says as she moves around her desk. “I thought I told you to come back with the two idiots who got themselves captured.” 

You bristle at the offhanded nickname. She’s been calling you that since the first time you met—so given because of the red color your hair had been at the time. You’ve long since changed your appearance, yet Cid doesn’t seem to want to give up the nickname. 

You draw a steadying breath through your nose. “I need backup.” 

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” she says, pointing an accusing finger at you. 

“Deals change all the time,” you say flatly, crossing your arms over your chest. “This job isn’t as simple as you want to think it is. It isn’t just a simple grab-and-go rescue mission.”

“Sure it is.” 

You grind your teeth, heat building in your chest. “I’m telling you, Cid, this is worse than when—” You cut yourself off, attempting to cauterize the painful memories before they can bleed through your aching brain. You try again: “This is worse than the last time. I need backup. I’ll still finish the job as my favor to you, but you’ve gotta meet me in the middle here.” 

Cid considers your words for a moment, her eyes searching your face for some kind of farce. Finding none, because none is there, she huffs and turns back to her desk, retrieving a comlink discarded among the disorganized pile of tech. “Report to my office.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to stall the sigh of relief that wants to escape you. At the very least, she’s willing to hear you out, and that’s better than you hoped for to begin with. 

A few moments later, the office door behind you squeals open and the wave of noise from the bar proper swells once again as whoever Cid has called in as your backup enters. You turn, half expecting Phee or some other merc you know—and frown when, instead, four men and a child squeeze into the small office with you. 

“Cid,” one of the men speaks up once the door is shut again. His voice is low and laced with a tinge of annoyance. He’s got a skull tattoo that covers half of his face, his dark curly hair held back off his face with a red bandana. He meets your scowling gaze with one to match before his eyes slide back to your employer. “What’s this about?”

“Got another mission for you boys,” Cid says. She gestures with a sweeping arm to you. “Boys, meet Red. Red, meet Bandana, Goggles, Killjoy, Muscles, and Tiny.” She points to each of them in turn and you glance at them as she does: skull tattoo; a taller man with his nose buried in a datapad; a grumpy-looking cyborg; a hulking figure of a man; and the blonde girl, who waves at you with a big smile. 

“My name’s not Red,” you huff. “It’s (y/n).”

“Whatever.” Cid waves away your complaint. “Easy extraction job. Two targets. Red has their profiles. Get them out, bring them back.” 

The one Cid called Goggles glances over the edge of his datapad at Cid, and then at you. “I highly doubt it will be ‘easy,’ as you put it. Why does this ‘Red’ need our support?” 

Cid gestures to you as she retreats around her desk, settling once again in her chair. 

You sigh, turning fully to face this group. “Let’s just say my skills don’t lie in strategy or tactics. Both things that a mission like this requires.” 

Bandana hums thoughtfully as he studies you. “Where exactly are the targets being held?” 

You open your mouth to answer, but Cid cuts in first. “Details you can hash out on the flight there. You best be going; don’t want to keep those two buffoons waiting.” 

You know when you’re being dismissed, and apparently so do these men. Killjoy twists the doorknob and yanks the door open, leading his party out of the room. You begin to follow, when Cid calls you back. 

Schooling your face into something resembling neutrality, you turn to face her. “What.” 

“Finish the job this time, and we’ll be even.” 

“Fine.” 

You turn on your heel and hurry through the crowd to catch up with your newly assigned backup crew. 

Outside the bar, the night air is muggy and chilled, the sky above peeking through gaps in the buildings. As the door to Cid’s slides shut behind you, cutting off the chatter and music from inside, you finally allow yourself to exhale as you lean against the rough exterior wall. 

The group turns to you a moment later. Each of them wears a closed-off expression, except the girl, who steps up to you and offers you her hand. 

“I’m Omega,” she says. “Only Cid calls me Tiny.” 

A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth against your will. You clasp her hand and shake it once. “Nice to meet you, Omega. Like I said, I’m (y/n). No one calls me Red except Cid.” 

Omega beams at you and looks over her shoulder at the four men who stand awkwardly in the small alleyway. Her curls fly as she moves, haloing around her. “Come on, guys, introduce yourselves.”

“Right.” The cyborg waves his right hand, which ends in a scomp link. “I’m Echo.” 

“Tech,” offers the man with the datapad. 

“Wrecker!” shouts the large man, a grin breaking out over his scarred face. 

Bandana sighs and says, “And I’m Hunter. Let’s get moving. We can talk details once we get to the ship.” 

“I can just give you the coordinates and follow you in my ship,” you say, falling in step behind the group. Omega chooses to walk next to you instead of with her group. 

“Negative,” Hunter says over his shoulder to you in a tone that brooks no argument. “You’ll come with us.”

You shrug. “I’ll need to grab some things from my ship first, then.”

None of them respond, so you take that as an ‘okay,’ and follow them the rest of the way to the spaceport. This time of night, the port isn’t as busy as it had been earlier in the day when you first arrived. Your Redthorn-class scout ship sits docked exactly where you left it, chromium plates gleaming in the bright lights where the red-and-white paint job is chipped. 

You push between Echo and Tech to pull ahead of the group. 

“That’s your ship?” Echo calls after you. 

You turn and give a nod. “Why you ask?” 

“Because it is parked in our spot,” Tech answers. He draws to a halt at the edge of the landing bay, his companions fanning out to either side of him.

You snort and shake your head incredulously. “What? This is my spot. Always has been.” 

“Then how come we’ve never seen it here?” Wrecker asks, crossing his arms. 

“I’ve been...away,” you say. Technically the truth. Detaching yourself from the conversation, you hurry to the ship. Arien’s ship. My ship, you correct yourself, a bitter taste in your mouth. A lot of what you currently own comes from Arien, and most of it is a painful reminder of her life. You just don’t have the heart to get rid of any of it—despite being in desperate need of the extra credits.

You press your palm to the biometric scanner near the rear ramp. As it hisses open, you clamber onto the ramp before it has the chance to fully extend. Though you have most of your supplies already in your pack, you want to deposit a few things before going out on such a dangerous mission, with total strangers, no less. As you punch in the keycode on your personal locker, a list of supplies flicks through your mind. Blasters, check. Power packs and gas canisters, double check. Uniform, don’t need that. You shove the gray fabric into the locker without a second glance, slamming the metal door shut after. Rations, check. Datastick with the coordinates, check—and then check again, patting the pocket where it rests. Satisfied, you do one more visual sweep of the barren interior of the cargo hold, then head back down the ramp to seal it. 

“Ready now?” Hunter asks, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. 

Heat rushes unexpectedly to your face under his scrutiny, and you gulp. “Yep. Lead the way.” 

Their ship is just a few docking bays over from yours, and it is much larger. You whistle appreciatively at her tall, angular wings, fore and aft guns, and sleek lines. The dark gray metal bears residue of carbon scoring from past blaster fire. 

“It is a modified Omicron-class shuttle,” Tech informs you. “I have made all of its modifications myself.” 

You give him a sideways glance as the ship’s side ramp lowers itself from the hull. “That’s...wow. I didn’t even know you could get Omicron shuttles since the war.” 

“You can’t,” he says. Then he takes the stairs quickly and disappears into the ship, leaving you to furrow your brow in confusion. 

What was that supposed to mean? Did they get it during the war? Did they steal it? Who are these people? And as Omega bounds past you up the steps, you shake your head. What the kriff are they doing in a military class ship with a child?

You take the stairs last, and you’re glad you do. The ship absolutely reeks. The assaulting scent of dirty gym clothes, stale sweat, and recycled air punches your nose and it’s all you can do to not gag as the ramp closes behind you. Stifling a cough, you squint at the men’s backs a little judgmentally. 

Echo notices your reaction and turns, laying a comforting hand briefly on your shoulder. “You’ll get used to the smell.”

“I doubt that,” you mutter. He chuckles. 

Despite the offensive smell, you glance curiously around the interior of the ship, noting the jump seats, data centers, and racks of bunks, before you follow Echo into the cockpit as the ship lifts away from the spaceport. The city descends out of view as you peer through the front viewports, Tech guiding the ship from the pilot seat. 

“Right,” Hunter says once the sky transitions from blue to the speckled black of space. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, a deep frown on his face. “Details. Now.” 

All five of them look at you with varying degrees of expectancy and curiosity. You fish the datastick out of your pocket and toss it to Tech, who catches it easily in one hand. He swivels back to plug the stick in. 

“Two of Cid’s contacts got themselves captured two weeks ago. She wants them sprung so they can’t lead back to her. Trust me, this mission isn’t from the good of Cid’s heart.” Venom bleeds into your voice. 

“These coordinates are for an Imperial base,” Tech announces. 

“What!?” Hunter glares at you and takes a step forward. 

You raise your hands in a placating gesture. “I was getting to that part. If I didn’t owe Cid, I would be staying as far away from the Empire as possible. But this is what it is. If all you want to do is just get me close and then draw back, fine. But this will go a lot smoother with your help. And judging by this ship, those blasters you carry, and your armor, you all know your way around these kinds of missions.” 

You lock eyes with Hunter, realizing he’s the leader, and try to keep your face neutral. When you’d told them that strategy isn’t your strong suit, you’d been telling the truth—you excel in people. And you know that right now, offering a blank slate for Hunter to project his clearly tumultuous thoughts onto is going to be to your benefit. 

After a few tense moments, he drops his hands to his sides. “Make the jump, Tech.” 

“Hunter, the Empire—” Echo begins. 

Hunter raises one hand, cutting Echo off with a hard stare. “I know.” He looks at you and jerks his head toward the cargo hold. “You, a word. Now.”

You hesitate only a moment before stalking out of the cockpit, Hunter hot on your heels. You make it to the data centers before Hunter grabs your wrist, pulling you around. You glare up at him and yank your arm free. 

“Word of advice, sweetheart,” he growls, spitting the pet name at you, “maybe don’t lie to the people you’re supposed to be working with.” 

You bare your teeth and take a step forward, jabbing a finger into his armored chest. “I didn’t lie. It’s not my fault Cid put you on this mission. And you could have just turned around and dropped me back off at my ship, sweetheart.”

He glowers down at you, using his height to his advantage. Something in his angry, heated gaze makes goosebumps erupt all over your skin with a shiver.

“Listen,” you say, voice low, “I’ve got no love for the Empire. I sure as hell don’t want their attention on me any more than I’m sure you want it on you. So let’s just get this done and over with, and then we can go our separate ways.” 

You glare at each other for a moment more. Your chest heaves with every breath, more agitated than you have been in a long while. Eventually, he pushes your finger away from his chest and takes a step back. 

“Separate ways,” he says. “Deal.” 

You remain rooted to the spot as he returns to the cockpit. You catch a glimpse of the blue and white swirling light of hyperspace before the door slides shut once more. Breathing through your mouth, you sink into one of the swivel chairs and lower your head into your hands. 

What have I gotten myself into?

#hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #the bad batch x reader #second chances #rhiwrites #hunter x gn!reader

[reg-arcturus-black]

Enough is Full of Romance Part 3 - Yet Another Surprise!

Where 2 brilliant talented people fall in love and navigate a life filled with paprazzi, rumors and a private romance after being introduced by their common friend. They say wrong person, right timing is a real thing but Ben and Y/N know they have a deep connection and they will wait for however long it takes!

Warnings: None

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2.8k words

It had now been quite some time since your encounter with Ben. He had not tried to contact you and neither did you. However, your Instagram post with him did prove to the world that you had met your favorite celebrity. It was a nice picture. Simple enough to not spark rumors but it still did anyway. Finally met Sirius Black! # Fangirl you had written.

You were sure that Ben had seen the post because that is what Andrew told you. He had not pried into the matter and you were grateful. Not because you did not want to tell him but because you did not know what to say. It had all happened so suddenly. One moment you were about to kiss and the next, your past was driving away your present. 

You were in your bed buried under the sheets when your phone buzzed. 

"Y/N Y/L/N is currently suffering from identity crisis. Please leave a message." You said and hung up.

It buzzed again and answering, you groaned into the phone. "It's 8 in the morning. What do you want, Ands?"

"I feel like you have wallowed in self pity long enough, now get up." His voice said on the other end of the line.

"No. Anything else?"

You heard him sigh. "It's just an award, Y/N. How long will this go on for? It's been a week!"

"I am not even going to respond to that... Besides, I am not wallowing any more. Madison is coming over."

You said the name too softly and quietly for him to hear, knowing his reaction already. He didn't like her one bit. Claimed that she is not good for you. You disagreed. You had met her only a few months back but you had become quite close. She was there for you when you needed her. She was a little loud at times but she always made sure you felt appreciated even if... No no. She was a nice person and a good friend. Andrew had nothing to worry about.

"Who?" He asked.

"Just... Just a friend," you mumbled.

"Y/N..." He said, his tone serious.

"Madison."

"Y/N, we have had this conversation million of times... You-"

"So you know that she is a good friend who offered to be with me when I just lost an award."

"I-I didn't mean it that way, darling." Your best friend's voice softened instantly at your jab. "I just didn't want you losing your sleep and happiness over an award, doesn't matter whichever one it is. Your fans, family and friends are the testament to how impactful and amazing your music truly is."

"You truly think that?" You asked, finally peaking your head out from under heavy blanket.

"I do, Y/N. I really do."

"Thank you, Ands. I needed that."

Your phone conversation was cut off when your bell rang.

Andrew sighed, again. "Well, that's my cue. Call soon." He said and hung up.

You rolled out of bed, still in your blanket and dragged yourself to the door, opening it slowly.

"You look like shit." Madison said, eyeing you from head to toe. She walked past you into the kitchen and put her shopping bags on the table.

"Wow, thanks, Mads." You tried to sound sarcastic but already growing conscious about you unwashed hair and white tshirt with ketch up and mustard stains on it.

"I told you to stay away from burgers, Y/N. It doesn't look good on you. Especially the cheese ones." She added.

It was your turn to look at her. Her shiny, flowy hair, perfect face with the perfect sun glasses on them, perfect tank top and shorts highlighting her form in the perfect places.

"But it's my comfort food," you mumbled softly to yourself.

"Anyway, you need to clean yourself up so that I can start cheering you up." She moved you towards your room. "And look what a mess you've been living in!"

Your cheeks suddenly flamed when you remembered the cheese burgers you've had in the last few days and discarded their wrappers not bothering to look for a dustbin.

"I have to go make a few calls meanwhile you, clean up your room and take a bath..." She said, pushing you gently towards the bathroom.

"Fine, fine." You surrendered. "Wait, why do you have shopping bags at 8:30 in the morning?"

"Oh, you'll see." She said and walked out the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Maybe I do need to dial down on the cheese burgers," you sighed and started picking up your mess. You first collected all the pieces of trash and threw them in a dustbin, but then remembering you might as well take out the trash. Madison was on the phone when you asked for her help so that's why she probably didn't hear you.

You then focused on the bed. You changed the sheets and put the old ones in the washer. Neatly arranged your blanket and finally went for a bath. You washed and scrubbed and shaved and finally breath in relief when you felt like you were feeling better.

"My, my, don't you look fantastic." Madison said, the moment you walked out. "Some might say, you look even prettier than I do!"

Her voice had a hint of seriousness and you did not like it.

"I am only joking, Y/N. Now let's go!" She handed you your bag and phone and putting her arm through your arm, she started towards the door with car keys in her hand.

"Wait, who is that?" Your eyes suddenly widened at the sight of strange men in your kitchen. "What are they doing here, Mads?"

"You’ll see. Now let’s go!" She pulled you out the door and into her car and started driving.

"Can you at least tell me where we are going?"

"Oh you will see. It is the perfect place."

She drove in silence for a while before asking you a question she seemed like she wanted to ask since forever. "I heard there was a guy in the scene. What happened."

What happened was the question that you had been asking yourself, too. Maybe talking about it with someone else would help. Because you knew Mads would understand.

"It’s - it’s kinda complicated, Mads but -"

"Oh, hey, that’s okay. I get it. You will never believe what just happened."

"Oh... okay, then." You said with a tinge of sadness.

"So I went to Starbies to get us some coffees but on the way over I got so sleepy so I had to drink yours, too. Well, it’s not like you aren’t going to treat me now hahahaha."

"Sure I will." You said, slightly amused, slightly confused.

Soon she stopped in front of a dress store. "Retail therapy," she winked.

She barged into the store as if she owned and started exploring.

"Mads..." You said softly. "This place is pretty expensive."

"But it is worth it. See," she said, holding up a black strap less to your face. 

The moment your eyes fell on that dress. you fell in love with it. With a mischievous smile on your face, you took it to the changing room. But a part of you that was refusing was right. It really was not your style.

You stepped out shyly, looking for Madison.

"Oh... " She said when her eyes fell on you. "You look beautiful." Her tone was that serious one again, as if she did not like it.

"I - I shouldn’t right. I’ll put it back on the rack."

"No," she said firmly. "This is what you are wearing for the rest of the day. I don’t want to hear anything else."

You knew arguing with her was futile so you watched her shop for the next hour or so silently, scrolling on your phone, noticing fans and looking at edits. Soon, it was time to go.

"I am sorry, Sarah, is there anyway to pay for it while keeping it on?" Madison asked the women at the check out, reading her name tag.

"Sure," she said and brought some high-tech wand to remove the magnet and scanned the code.

Madison pulled out the tag while you handed her your card.

"Shall I bill these together, ma’am?" Sarah asked looking at Madison's dresses at the counter.

"Oh, for sure." She answered.

Too stunned to know how to respond to that, you just gave a small smile. She collected your card from her and walked out with you, linking her arm with yours again.

With more than 3 bags already in her hand, Madison took you to four more such stores where she shopped and you waited. You were thankful for your fully charged phone without which you would have died of boredom.

She then took you to a fancy cafe and a makeup store and got done a full face make up for both of you. But you had admit, it went pretty well with the eyes. Smoky black eyes and dark lipstick seemed to complete your look.

"Come on, Mads, I am ready to go back, please."

"Fine fine," she replied and got into the car, throwing her bags of over expensive clothes on the back seat. 

"You are awfully quiet and I am scared of that. What is going on?"

"You’ll see."

You brain was alrerting out SOS alarms but you know it was of no use. Madison's smirk had started intensifying halfway and it had only worried you more.

When she finally pulled into your driveway, you breathed a sigh of relief and rushed towards the door, your friend close behind. The house was dark considering you had left it almost 12 hours ago with random men.

"You have to tellme what is going on before I lose my mind, Mads!" You pleaded, reaching for the switch.

The moment you turned the light on, you heard people yelling from behind.

"Surprise!"

There were over 50 people in your house with each wall decorated with party lights and... pictures of Madison?

Recovering from the shock, your eyes finally fell on Andrew, as handsome as ever waiting for you to notice him.

"No way," you shook your heads and jumped into his arms. He welcomed you by lifting you up and spinning you around. "How am I ever going to equal up to so many surprises?"

He laughed and put you down, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. Your eyes then scanned the room, recognising almost no one except three people.

"Thank you, Mads... This is amazing!" You brought her into a hug as well. "Who are all these people, though?"

"Oh, these are just my friends."

She cleared her throat loudly, bringing everyone's attention to her and grabbed a champagne glass. "Ladies and gentlemen," she started. "Today, I stand before you to express my deepest appreciation for someone truly remarkable in my life. Your unwavering support and unending loyalty have uplifted my spirits and propelled me towards greatness. Your presence has made me shine brighter, and I cherish how our friendship has shaped me into the remarkable person I am today. Thank you for being my constant reminder of how fabulous I truly am. Cheers to us, my dear friend."

The crowd cheered and clapped. All, except Andrew. You simply gave him a questioning look but he didn't respond.

"Hey, what's with pictures of you?" He asked suddenly, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I thought this was a party in Y/N's honour."

"Yeah, a party which I arranged," she replied in the same tone. "It's a practical joke, come on people! Anyway, let's party!!"

The crowd cheered once again and went back to what they were doing, your presence forgotten by all but one.

"We need to talk," Andrew whispered and dragged you with him to the balcony. "This is not okay!"

"What is not okay, Ands? And can you please not pull me like that. I've been enduring that all day!"

"I am sorry... But that's what I am talking about. Do you not see what she is doing?" His anger made the gentleness in his voice disappear but you knew he was just looking out for you.

"She just hosted a party, what is wrong with that?"

"How can you be that blind, y/n/n? Please wake up. She is -"

"Y/N!" Madison called from behind you. You turned around and saw her approaching you. "Am I interrupting something?" She asked a little too sweetly.

"Actually, we were in the middle of-"

"I wanted to introduce you to everyone. Come." Without another glance at Andrew, she pulled you by your arm and started taking you around the room.

Andrew did not miss how you wanted to run away and were visibly frustrated of being pulled around. He made a mental note to apologise to you again for dragging you to the balcony.

You were barely registering names or faces as she led you through a sea of people you had never even seen before. They were apparently Madison's online friends who now had your address. You shook hands and have smiles to everyone until you could not take any more.

"Okay, everyone out!" She screamed out of nowhere. "Y/N is tired and would like some peace with only her best friend."

"Wait, what?" Before you could stop them, the people had already started leaving, giving you weird looks.

Andrew was in the kitchen helping himself to some snacks when Madison cleared her throat.

"It's okay, Mads. He is my best friend, too. He should stay."

"I don't see why but if that's what you want."

Asking Andrew to shut up, you called him and sat down on the floor next to her with Andrew to your right.

"What now?" You asked.

"Let's watch a movie or something." Andrew suggested.

"Yeah, let's do a Ben Barnes marathon!" Madison suggested. She didn't notice the way your eyes filled with sadness or the way Andrew clenched his jaw. "Which one? Avengers? Maze Runner? Blended? The -"

"Okay, he is not in any of them. Have you seriously watched NONE of his movies?" You asked and she simply shrugged.

The bell rang again and Madison practical jumped up to open the door. "Time for one more surprise."

"This night is turning out to be the night on tour and I don't want it to be like that again. Especially the second surprise." You buried your face into his shoulder.

"Oh, don't worry. I am sure it isn't Ben. Maybe just pizza."

He was wrong. Because it was Ben.

"Where were you, Ben?" You head Madison giggle. "I have been waiting! I am such a huge fan! I love all your movies!"

"Did her voice just change?" Andrew asked.

"Wow, what kind of party takes place on the floor with only three people?" He asked, reaching you.

You looked up and regretted it instantly. He had become even more handsome and you wanted to burst into tears as that night came back to you.

"This one apparently," Andrew answered.

"Oh, shut up," Madison scolded and sat down next to you, Ben opposite to her.

"You look beautiful, Y/N," he complimented sincerely.

"Thank -"

"You came at the right time!" Madison chimed. "We were just about to play Spin the Bottle!"

"We were?" Andrew mouthed and made a gagging face. He would rather die than be any where close to Madison.

Without waiting for anyone's reply, she grabbed an empty champagne bottle and spun it.

Much to his dismay, the two ends pointes to Andrew and Madison.

"No, ew, no way."

You laughed at how unbelievably adorable he was. He made no attempt to hide his hate for her and Ben saw that, too.

Ben, the one person who's gaze you were trying to avoid. But since your best friend had made so many efforts at trying to invite him, you sat quietly.

"Fine, fine," she rolled her eyes and spun it again. It landed on you and Ben. He didn't know how to respond or what to do. His eyes looked at you in confusion... and sadness. Your gaze instantly went to Andrew, silently asking for help.

"No, this game is ridiculous, Madison! We are not teenagers at some silly party!"

"But we are at a party," she huffed and spun it again.

Ben's eyes widened as it landed on him again, but with Madison.

Ben looked too uncomfortable to participate in this. Besides, Mads was your best friend and would not kiss him. Even for some stupid game.

But you were wrong, because that is exactly what she did.

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Taglist: @padfootagain

[rokhal]

If there were a Robbie Reyes ghost rider series, do you think it should start with him already being ghost rider or with his death? I think the story would be easier to tell with him already being ghost rider but also ORGIN STORIES MY BELOVED.

Honestly, comic!Robbie's origin story is not only easier to tell than most other Ghost Riders, it's also a great introduction to his character and shouldn't be skipped.

We learn that Robbie is willing to bend the rules and do reckless, stupid shit in the hope of winning his brother a better life, and he's smart and skilled enough to get away with it long enough to build a ton of self-confidence before his luck runs out. He focuses on the reward and isn't put off by the risks.

If I were doing it live-action, I'd re-cast Robbie as a young unknown. If it's animated (think Adult Swim), bring back Gabriel Luna.

Johnny Blaze's origin story is important to his character, but it drags things down and TBH Mephisto is one of his least interesting villains. Danny Ketch's origin kicks off the main external conflict of his book, but he was literally just in the wrong place at the wrong time, not summoning demons like Johnny or wagering someone else's car like Robbie. Robbie's story gets the best of both worlds: Robbie shows us what he's made of, AND it builds to his first action arc against Dr. Zabo.

#robbie reyes #my meta #all-new ghost rider

[shallowseeker]

Rowena & Crowley back the wrong horse, over and over and over...

Everyone remembers Rowena's tragic clinging to Lucifer in season 11, and how it ended up for her. Upon learning she's the only one that can put him back in the cage, Lucifer pragmatically snaps her neck--a form of cold, indifferent insurance:

Ah, the tragedy of Rowena's desire to have security. Rowena wanted to be loved and protected by Fergus's father. She wanted to be appreciated and protected by Lucifer.

Crowley remarks that she's always looking for the biggest, baddest beast in the room to hide behind.

///

In 11x23 Alpha and Omega, we see Rowena cozying up to her newest target, Chuck:

ROWENA: [Crowley mocks her as she speaks] Charles, I'll put the kettle on. My mom always said, there's nothing a nice wee cup of tea can't fix.

...

CROWLEY: It's what she does. Find someone with power...cozies up...digs the claws in. [As he’s talking, Crowley walks over to a cabinet, opens a door and takes out a bottle of Craig] CHUCK: Hmm. Yeah, well, I'm not helping anyone right now, obviously. She's been...nice. CROWLEY: For now.

Funny sidenote: As Rowena moves in on Chuck, getting sweet on him, she starts calling him "Charles," a little nugget for how she'll later call Sam "Samuel," and Cas, "Hello, Castiel."

///

Ahem. Anyway. The thing is, that yes, Rowena totally does this. We can't really blame her when we look at the tragic happenstances of her life. During the course of the series, we see her make numerous moves to gain favor will powerful beings:

SEASON 10

We see her volleying to make Crowley sit upon a stronger, more secure throne.

SEASON 11

We see her cozying up to Lucifer and getting killed for her trouble.

Next, we see her coming back from the dead to move in on Amara.

She's kind of playing both sides, but she gets sweet on Amara here: "Oh, I can be useful...And even if it is born out of my own self-interest, I-- I care about you. I'm someone you can talk with. Confide in. Have you... have you ever had that? Oh, you don't have to be (alone), darlin'!" 

Then, as I mentioned above, she cozies up to Chuck, and Crowley snarls many a nasty word about her.

SEASON 12

We find Rowena trying to date rich men and lying about her background, painting herself as a posh, well-to-do ballerina.

In an abrupt about-face to insulting Cas (she called him a fish in season 10), we see that Rowena has flipped on her appraisal of him.

Now, Castiel is super hot. He's "the handsome, strong angel," an ideal partner/protector. So, she hits on him. A lot.

Despite her memory of "Cas's face" as Lucifer snapped her neck, her dogged attraction to Cas blooms sometime in season 12.

Perhaps, it's when she and Cas and Fergus are hunting Lucifer together.

(In the same time frame, Crowley is also hanging off Cas's arm, keeping him company, trying to be oddly "cutesy," singing in the car, etc. It's...hilarious. You get the mental picture of them both trying their hardest to get his attention.)

SEASON 13

Season 13 brings us her library tryst with Gabriel.

She says she's motivated by trying to heal his wounded virility/grace/pride, but it's at least partially about his status as an archangel.

And of course, there's security in Sam(uel), but it's all twisted up with him being her executioner, not just her protector.

But in being her "destiny," he also functions as her security. It's very complex. (And kinda sexy.)

SEASON 14

Rowena will hit on Cas as later as season 14's Ouroboros, saying his full name in a similar coo to how she says, "Charles and Samuel." -> "Hello, Castiel."

Castiel, for his part, tends to be a little flustered by her, straightening up and saying, "Hello," back.

SEASON 15

Finally, in season 15, somewhat hilariously, Rowena moves in on Arthur Ketch.

But it's a little different this time, reflecting a more confident, in-control, and emotionally integrated Rowena.

She seems to be genuinely interested in him for his wry, science-loving personality. They banter.

She and Ketch mutually harass Dean for details about the other, like schoolyard crushes.

They had a battle connection in the past, have fought together and helped one another re: resurrection spells, but it is only now that they’re healthy and healed that they can actually see each other.

Rowena throws Dean a breathless, thankful look when he saves Ketch (for her).

She’s reformed, Ketch is reformed. It’s heartbreaking just how excited she is about him. He instills a her hope in her, for the future. (But he won’t sell out his friends. He dies. She won’t let the world die, so she dies, too.)

///

But Crowley does the same friggin' thing, doesn't he? He is so her child, a tragic mini-Rowena, despite his efforts to look like a big, bad Hell-king. 💔

SEASON 5

When we meet him, we see him backing the Winchesters re:the Colt.

In his early appearance, he does this because he thinks Lucifer is going to wipe out demon-kind.

That gamble goes okay for Crowley, mostly.

SEASON 6

Sometime in this timeframe, he is given the role of Hell-king as a consolation prize, by Ramiel, prince of Hell, who honestly doesn't give a fuck.

In season 6, Crowley backs Castiel. Cas's got magnetism and sex appeal.

As the original "angel's angel" in Heaven, he's a strong frontrunner in Heaven's Civil War simply by popularity alone. So, Cas is the horse Crowley decides to bet on.

Then, Cas turns out to be duplicitous, cunning, and too devoted to his human family to be controlled. He’s way more than Crowley can handle.

There are glimmers of this power imbalance, when Cas on occasion has had enough of Crowley's innuendo-laden threats, like when Cas snaps and crushes him into a wall, for example. But on the whole, Crowley ignores this. It's his tragic hubris.

Eventually, Cas overwhelms him and seizes power, and the whole thing turns out to be a frightening blow to his position.

So, Crowley goes running to his brother Raphael, which is another bad gamble, as Castiel straight-up kills him, and Crowley is forced to flee and go into hiding.

SEASON 7-8

In seasons 7-8, Crowley vies for control of the prophet Kevin, torturing and killing those around him.

He makes sure to kill Meg, who is in his mind a Lucifer loyalist (she's actually a Castiel loyalist at this point, but the Lucifer label sticks).

SEASON 9

In season 9, Crowley arranges a series of events to allow him to dangle Dean to Cain in a bid to transform Dean and destroy Abbadon, the newest threat to his position.

(Crowley won't suggest taking the mark on his own; he won't risk his own neck.) Afterwards, he scoops Dean up, like spoils of war, a dark parallel to the pimp-demon in Girls, Girls, Girls (and Randy).

SEASON 10

In season 10, this bites him in the ass, too.

Demon Dean proves too much to handle, a liability on the job, as he refuses to perform the cold, capitalistic mercenary duties of Hell.

"The little prat’s bad for business. He’s uncontrollable. Must be the Mark."

In a scene similar to Cas crunching Crowley into a wall, Dean throws Crowley down. Demon Dean will not be cowed by Crowley, and he will not be a sidekick, little bitch, or Queen to be "controlled."

So, Crowley goes running to his brother, Sam. He “sells him out" to Sam.

And Crowley goes running to revive Castiel again, to deal with the problem-that-solved-his-original-Abbadon-problem.

And around and around Crowley goes.

Despite everything, Crowley softens to Dean. Crowley's a little bit human now, and it shows. As he softens, his mother appears, making things so much more complicated.

SEASON 11

Crowley tries to muster up the glory of his former evil self--he kills a bunch of swingers for no reason.

Then, Crowley sees a new opportunity to sway a powerful being, and we get Crowley unsuccessfully trying to mold Amara as his newest weapon of mass destruction.

Like with Demon Dean, he strikes fast to scoop her up when she's “vulnerable” and "new,” to get her under his sphere of influence.

Then, it goes badly, as this always does for Crowley. Amara breaks Uncle Crowley's arm and runs away.

In this season, Crowley goes to bat for Cas again, trying to detach him from Lucifer and screeching angrily at Cas as Lucifer beats Crowley up.

In fact, in that brief moment before Crowley even goes to bat, he's actually smiling at Dean and Cas as they reunite, as Dean says, “Cas, we don't have a whole lot of time, okay?"

Crowley is a softie. Cas is his kinda-friend, and Crowley wants Dean to be happy. Crowley's changed.

At the end of the season, we briefly see Crowley complaining about Rowena cozying up to Chuck, while he moves to cozy up to Billie. (Really, Crowley? Stop doing the thing that gets you burned, man.)

SEASON 12

Enter season 12, and Crowley works with his mom again. He and Rowena form an uneasy alliance, and both begin to see family in a slightly new light.

They trust each other a little more, and they hurt each other to try and solve their mutual pain re: Oskar and Gavin.

Hilariously, they both start seeing Castiel in a new light this season. It's like, in watching his devotion and chivalry to his family, and as their understanding of family shifts, they've mutually decided that he's dependable and thus desireable. (The "blue-collar, family-oriented soldier.")

So yeah, season 12 finds Crowley cozying up to Castiel again in order to fight Lucfier--with Crowley being overly friendly and flirty and sing-song to the point that Cas just might bash his own head in.

(In this same timeframe, Rowena warms to Cas, so you have this implication that they're both hanging off his arms adoringly, and he is tired as fuck of dealing with them. I'm sure Cas's tendency to get a little flustered and sweet with Rowena is something that would drive Crowley insane on multiple levels.)

Crowley even risks his life for Cas against Vince!Lucifer. (He wants Cas to be his friend so badly in this era, oof.)

Then, he saves Cas against Ramiel, thanks in large part to his bond with Dean, and Dean thanks him for it.

Crowley, like Rowena, will take any form love. Any friendship. Any comradery. Even scraps. They've got the same neurosis.

Anyway, in season 12 we also have the team-up of the century, where Crowley works with his mother to send Lucifer back to the cage. Victory!

And Crowley has another fatal misstep. His last one ever, perhaps. He thinks, yet again, that he can outsmart another overpowered beast in order to buy his own security.

And so, he locks Lucifer in Nick's body, Ma'lak box-like, and tries to out-bark and out-dominate him.

Horribly, Lucifer doesn't even appear that upset. Horribly, even when he's being humiliated, the demons under Crowley flock to Lucifer. (It's not fair!)

Lucifer even seems quietly amused, like he's waiting for his moment to strike, just as Cas behaved in season 6, quietly tolerating Crowley's goading because he was not actually threatened by him.

(Crowley is no Azazel or Dagon or Ramiel or even Asmodeus.)

And it's fatal. It goes badly. Crowley's gleeful crowing of brains-versus-brawn blows up in his face.

He escapes by the skin of his teeth, and goes running, tail tucked, to tell the Winchesters what he's wrought.

Sam and Dean are horrified, realizing that Jack, Kelly, and Cas are in danger, and so they speed towards them in hopes of warning them in time.

Crowley seems a little hysterical and fatalistic, deciding to back the Winchesters one last time, because, "life is meaningless," and "what's the point of it all."

Crowley lost everything for a job he hated, so he commits suicide, because he's tired and worn down.

He has become like Raphael, "we just want it to be over."

Crowley falls to nihilism.

And Rowena despairs. 💔💔💔

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#i really do love rowena and crowley #trying to write about their specific hangups more as it relates to power and safety and class #i find the most fascinating thing about them to be their bids for power and security and their continued failures against the ruling elite #and how they consistently bite off more than they can chew #tragic #spn + class #spn + class mobility #rowena + class #crowley + career #spn vs nihilism #fergus & rowena #crowley & rowena #macleods as eternal outsiders #i won't bring metatron into this one but know that i am also thinking of metatron and sam in relation to this topic - i always am

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Michael Singer & the Heroic Happily Ever After

Author: darcydelaney

Artist: Marvfortytwo

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Castiel

Length: 27000

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Tags: The Lost City movie AU, writer Castiel, cover model Dean, Castiel POV, thinly veiled bitterness over finale, there was only one hammock, happy ending

Posting Date: October 19, 2023

Summary: When struggling writer Castiel Novak’s father disappears, Castiel inherits his cult classic “Michael Singer” book series. Following a disastrous first panel of a new book tour with Dean Winchester, the series’ cover model (and big-time fan of both the books and, well, Castiel himself), Castiel decides that he’s going to end the series by killing off the title character, much to Dean’s dismay.  Shortly after said panel, Castiel is kidnapped by Arthur Ketch, who has discovered that Castiel’s father had been using real supernatural folklore in his book series, and wants Castiel to help him figure out the spell for eternal life by using his father’s work. Dean sets out on a mission to rescue Castiel, win his heart, and maybe even save his favorite book series in the process.

Excerpt: To Castiel’s surprise, he’s already got a few hundred followers. He taps over to the list of the four accounts he’s following: his agent, Angel of Thursday Publishing, what appears to be a bot devoted to posting snippets of his father’s previous books, and— “Dean Winchester, keep that wig on your head before I staple it there.” Castiel looks up to see the series’ cover model standing in the doorway of the hotel suite, dressed in well-fitting jeans—too well-fitting, if Castiel is being honest—and a forest green henley, a long blonde wig clutched in one hand. His breath catches in his throat. Castiel has to give Angel of Thursday credit: aside from his hair, Dean is a picture-perfect depiction of Michael Singer, the lead character in his Michael Singer series. Well, not really his, he supposes; it’s his father’s, but just like his beat-up gold Lincoln Continental, the ramshackle house that’s seen better days, and the frankly incredible amount of debt racked up from self-medication, takeout, and failed writing fellowship application fees, his father had passed it on to Castiel before promptly dropping off the face of the earth. Following the adventures of Michael through all things haunted and heroic as he fights against supernatural malpractice and devastation, Michael Singer began as a way for Castiel’s father to pass the time when Castiel was an infant. He’d pour himself a cup of coffee, plop Castiel down on his knee, and bounce him up and down as he wrote, all while simultaneously dragging Michael to hell and back—more often than not, literally. “It’s itchy and it makes me look like a fucking Hemsworth,” Dean grumbles, tossing the wig to the side and dropping down onto the couch in Castiel’s suite. “Hey, Cas.” “H-hello, Dean.” Dean looks at him, mouth twisted into a crooked little grin, and winks. “There’s nothing wrong with looking like a Hemsworth, sweetie,” Anael says. Castiel would never say it aloud, but Dean looks better than a Hemsworth, with or without the absurd wig he’s been forced to wear. In Castiel’s opinion, Dean’s always looked better than a Hemsworth, ever since he’d first been hired as the Michael Singer cover model.  With a jaw that has Castiel’s gut doing somersaults and strong, broad shoulders that pair perfectly with a slim waist, as well as striking green eyes that can convey entire sentences, if not paragraphs, in a single expression, Dean Winchester must have been born to one day grace the cover of supernatural romance novels. He fits right in among the dramatic, stock-photo backgrounds and large, golden typeset of the titles on each cover, but now that Castiel’s in charge of Michael and his looks, maybe he could throw Dean a metaphorical bone. Maybe he could make it canon that Michael gets a much more practical haircut for monster hunting; surely that would give Dean a break (and hopefully put Castiel in his good graces).

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#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

[queermania]

Aren't you a gay Dean truther lol

yeah but there's nuance to it and the most in-your-face reading is that he's bisexual.

but like. when i say i think dean is gay i don't mean that he doesn't or hasn't ever experienced sexual attraction to women. i mean that i think his attraction to women is so wrapped up in his gender performance that i'm not sure even he can tell the difference between when he's authentically attracted to a woman and when he's putting on a performance anymore. and as the show goes on he becomes less and less interested in putting on that performance. part of this is because he's getting his emotional and social needs met in other ways so he no longer needs to seek out casual sex the way he used to. but i think a larger part of it is because he's becoming more and more comfortable with who he actually is. and he can want the things he wants (toes in the sand, a family, etc) without it coming in the shape of a nuclear family white picket fence.

and once he starts to accept that, his interest in women drops off drastically. he still has meaningful relationships with them (like jodi, donna, claire, etc) but none of them are sexual in any way shape or form. and when you compare that to his relationships with crowley, ketch, lee, and most importantly cas, in the later seasons, it feels significant.

so it's not that he can't or doesn't experience attraction to women by the end of the series. it's that it's not worth parsing it out when he doesn't need really need it for anything. all of his needs are already being met.

#replies #anonymous #queer!dean #dw