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Terzetto

Papa Emeritus III x Reader X Omega Rating: 18+ NSFW

Summary: You all know what this is about.

(Terzetto means 'threesome' in Italian)

Afab reader - no pronouns

A/N-

Alright Ghoulies- I'm back at my same old games. I've got 3 WIPs that need finishing but the idea popped into my head and I knew I had to write this. It's smutty, It's glorious, please enjoy. Also I just realized that this is my first fic with a Papa so there we go. New milestone I guess.

Also- Please forgive my poor Italian.

The sound of footsteps echo throughout the stone hallway as you rush up the steps of the Abby on your way to Terzo’s office. You were already quite late since Sister Imperator had sent you on a multitude of useless errands. She probably knew about your appointment with Terzo and wanted to make you late. You are still convinced that she makes it her personal mission to snuff out any spec of joy Tezro has. 

Upon rounding a corner you hear the pounding of another set of footsteps to your right. After stopping to catch your breath you turn to see a large quintessence ghoul and he is headed straight for you. Your eyes widen when you realize he is going to crash into you, the only thing you can do is brace yourself. 

Smack

You feel the wind being knocked out of you as you and the ghoul tumble to the floor, landing in a pile. 

“Sorry,” the ghoul apologizes as you both lay sprawled out on the ground, attempting to reorientate yourselves. 

“I’m glad to see I’m not the only one late, Omega,” you chuckle out while offering the ghoul a smile. Omega stands up first and then offers to help you to get back on your feet. You gladly accept his help by taking his outstretched hand. With one easy tug, the ghoul has you standing upright. As you brush off your habit, Omega searches the surrounding area in search of your veil. 

“Here you go,” Omega says as he puts your veil back on your head, allowing his fingers to gently caress your cheek before pulling his hand away. You smile back at him as you both begin to walk towards Terzo’s office once more, albeit a lot slower this time. 

“He’s not going to be happy we are both late,” you muse as the two of you continue on your journey through the Abbey grounds. You love the man, but saying Terzo tends to be needy is an understatement. 

“Yeah, he is probably climbing the walls at this point,” Omega chuckles just as you reach the door to Terzo’s office. You knock softly only to find it already slightly ajar. Popping your head in, you see Terzo at this desk talking to another sibling. The third Emeritus brother looks rather bored with the conversation. He allows his focus to drift away from his present company, his eyes searching for something more entertaining. Once he spots you in the doorway, he eagerly sits up before motioning for you and Omega to enter with a wave of his hand. 

After stepping through the door, you and the ghoul stand to the side, not wanting to interrupt the Sibling. As the two of you wait, Omega leans down and mutters ,”Well he’s taking the fact that we are late much better than I thought he would.” 

You nod in agreement while keeping your eyes on Terzo, waiting for him to finish his conversation with the sibling. 

“I’ll have those pages sent over to you right away Pap- I mean Terzo,” says the sibling. 

“Molto bene,” Terzo responds as he waves the sibling out of the room,” I look forward to receiving them.”

However, Terzo did not, in fact, have any intentions of reading over those documents.  

“And close the door behind you. Grazie”

Once the sibling closes the door, Terzo stands and faces the two of you. 

“Cara mia and Omega! How are you?” Terzo asks as he walks over. 

“We’re sorry we are lat–” Omega starts before the third Emeritus brother cuts him off. 

“No time for apologies. It is all good, si. We are all here and ready to get started,” Terzo beams as he wraps his arms around the two of you and begins ushering you to a room connected to his office. Only Terzo would have a bedroom right next to where he works. Once you have entered the room, Terzo makes his way over to a chair in the corner of the room. 

“Now since the two of you kept your poor Papa waiting, I think you should put on a little show for me,” Terzo states as he settles himself into the chair. 

“But you’re not Papa any more,” you smirk. You couldn’t help but tease him just a little. Terzo gasps with faked offence. 

“Will you not indulge the fantasies of an old man, cara mia?” Terzo asks with a taunting tone. 

“Yes, Papa,” you nod back. 

“Well get on with it you two,” Terzo orders with a clap of his hands. With this you turn to face Omega before beginning to run your hands over his chest. A low purr can be heard emanating from the ghoul. You feel a set of hands roaming your back in search of the zipper of your habit. The movement of your hands stops once you reach Omega’s neck,  you look up at him for consent to remove his mask. Omega nods and you remove the mask, setting it on the edge of the bed. Omega takes your face in one of his hands before he leans down to press his lips against yours. One of his fangs pokes at your lower lip as he smiles into the kiss. 

You pull back, allowing him to remove your habit. He unzips the zipper of your dress and helps you tug it down your body stopping just below your knees allowing you to step out of it. Once you do so, Omega tosses the dress on the bed next to his mask. 

You hear a small grunt and the rustling of fabric and you turn to see Terzo removing his pants. 

“Don’t be minding me. Continue,” Terzo motions for the two of you to continue. Omega wraps his tail around your leg as you begin to unbutton his shirt. You can feel yourself becoming wetter and more desperate by the second. 

“Why don’t we hurry this along?” You whisper to Omega, who grunts in response and begins unbuttoning his trousers. Once you reach the last button, Omega has already finished undoing his pants. You open his shirt and help him remove it before moving to do the same to his pants. You can tell Omega is just as aroused as you are. He kicks his clothes to the side instead of laying them neatly with the rest of his things. His tail whips around excitedly as you pull him back in for another kiss. 

You run your hands down the front of his body until you hit the waistband of his underwear. “Please,” Omega pants as you place your hand over the bulge there. The ghoul grounds when you begin to rub him through the fabric. A series of small “fucks” comes from Terzo’s corner of the room and you know he is already stroking himself while watching the two of you. You move your lips so that you can begin peppering Omega’s neck with little nips and licks. 

You pull away from Omega before slowly lowering yourself to your knees. Omega’s chest heaves as his breath quickens in anticipation of what is about to come. His eyes widen a little while watching you pull down his underwear. Once the elastic band makes it just past his thighs,  his erection springs out and hits his stomach. A shot of arousal runs down your spine upon seeing his cock leaking precum in front of you. 

“Si, Si, cara mia. Let your Papa watch you suck off one of his ghouls,” Terzo moans out. You can’t help but let a feeling of pride swell up in your chest at the notion of pleasing both your papa and your ghoulish lover. As per Terzo’s instructions, you take Omega’s member into your mouth and begin to swirl your tongue around the tip. Omega throws his head back as he releases a groan. His hand threads through your hair in an attempt to ground himself to something. He doesn’t push your head further onto his member, but instead, he just holds you there. You pull off of his tip to swipe your tongue over the prominent vein located along the side of his cock. This causes the large ghoul to wrap his tail around his own thigh. You look up at him and give him a little smile before placing your mouth back onto him. You begin to bob your head, stroking the part of him that you cannot fit in your mouth. 

A warmth spreads over your body as you listen to the moans echoing throughout the room. Omega pulls you off of him only to have you look up at him. 

“How about we show that cute little pussy of yours some love,” he utters with a smile. 

“Si, come here and give your Papa some attention while he licks you,” Terzo gasps as he stops stroking himself. You crawl to him on all fours and begin to give his head little kitten licks. Terzo groans as he praises you.

“Very good little one”

 You smile at his words as you continue giving his member your full attention. Omega crawls up behind you and spreads your cheeks to get a better look. You moan into Terzo when you feel his warm tongue begin to lap at your slit. He runs his tongue around your rim and then down your slit as his motions speeds up. Terzo places his hands on your head montioning for you to take him in your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and begin to gently suck. You feel a finger slide into you causing you to moan onto Terzo’s cock. A second finger joins the first and begins to scissor you open as Omega’s tongue settles into a steady rhythm on your clit. 

You feel your spit leaking out around Terzo as you continue to bob your head. It is difficult to concentrate on the task at hand but you do your best to please him. Ever so often, Terzo’s member hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little. Terzo pulls you off of him and speaks to you.

“I don’t want this to be over too soon. I’m not the young man I once was,” he chuckles. You nod before laying your head to rest in his lap, as your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs. Terzo continues lavishing you with praises as he gently strokes your hair. You can feel the heat building inside you as you approach your orgasm. 

Omega feels your tight heat clinch around his fingers. The motion draws a growl from the ghoul, who promptly doubles down on his efforts. A gasp escapes your lips when Omega’s thumb finds its way to your clit and begins to rub tight circles on the sensitive bud. 

“Oh fuck!” You cry out as you finish, you can feel Omega grin as he drinks you up. 

“You did so well, cara mia,” Terzo coos as Omega works you through your orgasm. A strong arm wraps itself around your waist, preventing you from collapsing to the floor. 

Terzo gives you a moment to catch your breath before directing the both of you to lay on the bed. Once the three of you are settled on the bed, you look to Terzo for further instructions. 

“How should we do this?” Terzo muses as he pretends to think. You know he has already planned out exactly how he wants this to go. 

“I believe that both Omega and I should both take our pleasure at the same time. Do you think you can do that for us, cara mia?” Terzo asks with a smile. You nod back eagerly. You weren’t new to this, having done it multiple times with the two of them before, but not for a while. It would be nice to feel so full again. 

“Molto buono,” Terzo exclaims as he clasps his hands together, his eyes sparkling with excitement. You giggle a little as he makes a show of crawling up onto the bed next to you. 

“Let me get you ready,” Terzo continues as he inserts two fingers into you and begins moving them in and out. You moan in response to his actions as your hands claw at the bed sheets. 

“But let's not forget about Omega here.” 

Terzo takes his other hand and licks his palm before grasping Omega and slowly stroking him. Omega grunts in response and lets his eyes close enjoying the feeling. Beads of precum form at the head of his cock as his hips instinctively rock into Terzo’s hand. The third Emeritus brother has a wicked grin plastered on his face as he watches his lovers writhe in pleasure. 

 Terzo slips a third finger and then a fourth into you, having you mewling under him. He continues for a couple more moments before determining that you are sufficiently stretched. The sounds of your own moans mix with those of Omega’s as the two of you bask in the pleasure. 

“Are you ready?” Terzo asks as he removes his fingers from you and stops stroking Omega. The empty feeling causes you to whine a bit before you answer him. 

“Yes,” you whisper. Your body jitters in anticipation as you eagerly await his next instructions. 

“Good. Omega lay on your back,” Terzo instructs. Omega obeys and settles himself into the bed before Terzo turns to you. 

“Now you lay on Omega with your back against his chest so I can watch your beautiful face while we take you,” Terzo grins. Your heart races as you position yourself atop Omega, knowing that the large ghoul will have no problem holding your (and probably Terzo’s) weight. You shift around a little before finally finding a comfortable position. Once you are settled, Omega wraps one arm around your chest while using his other hand to help position himself before pushing into you. A cry of pleasure escapes you at the feeling of the ghoul entering you. The ghoul rumbles underneath you as he feels your tight heat encompass him. Omega warms you up with a series of shallow thrusts while nipping at your neck. 

“Are you ready for me?” Terzo asks. 

“Yes, Papa,” you pant out. 

Terzo gives you a nod before moving to position himself at your entrance. Omega spreads his legs a little wider so that Terzo has a little more room to maneuver. The ghoul halts his thrusts as he waits for the third. Terzo slowly slides himself into you beside Omega. 

A collective moan echoes throughout the room as Terzo enters. There is a moment of pause as Terzo gives you time to adjust to the feeling. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around Terzo’s neck in preparation for their movements. After a sufficient amount of time, Terzo is the first to begin thrusting into you with Omega shortly following. You had forgotten the feeling of what it was like to be this full. It is bliss. 

Moans, groans and gasps can be heard throughout the room as you all chase your high. Terzo leans over you to give Omega a kiss which he happily returns. You feel a tail snake up between your legs and begin to rub circles on your sensitive clit. You whine in response as you feel your high drawing closer. The sound of Terzo’s and Omega’s interlocking kiss in your ear has you desperate. Terzo pulls away from his kiss with Omega to do the same with you. He cups his hands around your face and continues with his deep thrusts which are becoming sloppy. 

“Si! Si! Si!,” Terzo pants out as he feels his orgasm rushing towards him. Omega growls deeply in your ear when he feels you begin to clamp down on him. A set of teeth sinks into your shoulder as the three of you draw nearer to an orgasm. Terzo pulls away from the kiss to turn his attention to your chest. 

You whimper when you feel his tongue lauve at one of your sensitive nipples, the pleasure from the action courses through your veins. You can feel the coil of arousal in your stomach growing tighter by the second. 

“I - I- I’m-,” you don’t get the chance to finish your sentence as you are over taken by an intense orgasm. Your legs tremble as you feel waves of pleasure course through the entirety of your body. Once Terzo feels you clench down on him, you feel his cock kick inside you. As Terzo cums, your and Omega’s names flow from his lips as though he was reciting a prayer. Omega is not far behind, in five more thrusts you feel his cum being added to Terzo’s. 

Terzo collapses on top of you and Omega. The three of you remain in a sweaty pile as you attempt to catch your breath. Your brain feels hazy as you bathe in post orgasm bliss. After a couple of moments, you finally begin to come back to reality. 

“Alright Papa,” Omega grumbles as he pushes the man back into a seated position. You feel cum slip out of you when both Terzo and Omega pull out. Omega pulls you into a spooning position with him before reaching up to pull Terzo down as well. With a content sigh, Terzo joins the both of you. 

“You did so well, cara mia,” Terzo praises as he caresses your face before brushing a sweaty lock of hair behind your ear. You hum at the praise as you snuggle deeper into Omega’s arms. You reach out to pull Terzo closer to you so that his chest is flush with yours. He smiles before kissing the top of your head and giving Omega a kiss as well. You feel Omega’s content purr as the three of you lay there enjoying the moment. 

“That was fun,” Terzo utters as the two of you both hum in agreement. 

“But try not to be so late next time.” 

—--------------   La Fine  —--—-----

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Elf-On-The-Shelf Trouble

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack (all platonic)

Warnings: None.

Summary: Something unnatural enters the bunker - unnatural and Christmas-y.

A/n: Happy Holidays, my loves!

It had been a quieter week for hunting almost as if the monsters had taken the holidays seriously. This gave you and the boys time to yourselves to properly enjoy the time off. It was two days before Christmas and you wanted to take advantage of the spirit.

Sam had taken Jack into town for a grocery run in which you had requested a few extra ingredients to create a nice holiday feast while Dean and Castiel were in the library clearing up the spare decorations.

In the kitchen, you pushed your sleeves up and began to strategise how you were going to tackle the challenge. You stooped down and opened up the cabinet to retrieve your cookbook. Well, it started as ‘your’ cookbook but overtime, Sam and Dean added to it until it was just a mashup of the Kitchen’s Greatest Hits. 

You gathered the ingredients for gingerbread and eggnog only stopping briefly when Dean walked in, dusting his hands of ornament glitter.

“The library is clean as a whistle and Cas is heading out for more of your tinsel crap.” He approached the bench with the bottle of rum. You turned around to pick up a spoon and smiled at the jab.

“Calm down, Scrooge. It’s festive.” You replied and then sighed. “All we’re missing is a star for the top.”

“We could just stick Cas on there instead.”

The thought of Castiel perched at the top of the tree with his trench coat made you laugh which infected Dean until you were both in stitches.

The pair of you had just started folding base ingredients together when Sam and Jack announced their arrival, finding their fellow hunters in the kitchen. They carried in the grocery bags and set them on the table, Sam starting to unpack while Jack approached you with a grin.

“Hey.” You greeted. He was curiously happy and it made you smile.

“I met a nice old lady in town today and she gave me something that I think you’ll like.” Jack told you while you caught the small bottle of nutmeg powder that Sam had tossed over.

Unscrewing the bottle, you tilted your head. “I do love surprises.”

As the words flew out of your mouth, in your face, was a doll dressed in a white-collared red stocking, blue eyes staring to the side, a smile completed by its rosy cheeks.

You almost jumped back when you saw it. In a world of demons, ghouls, wraiths - no real monster creeped you out more than the elf on the shelf and Jack had brought one home as a gift for you.

“Oh...!” You didn’t really know what to say so you gave a small nervous laugh, taking the doll in your hands. “Jack, this is so... sweet...”

The nephilim beamed. He had never given a gift before and Sam was right - it filled him up with so much happiness.

“You like it?” He asked and you replicated the smile.

“Of course, I do. Hey, why don’t you set this little guy down, go upstairs and get changed and come back to help me with these cookies?” You suggested quickly.

Jack cast his eyes down at the bench stop filled with various ingredients and was overtaken with excitement to learn how to make gingerbread. “Okay.”

He set the elf to sit upright on the kitchen table before disappearing to change into more comfortable clothes. You waved the young boy off and then cast a beady look at the toy, not noticing Sam’s smirk.

“Wow. For someone who enjoys the holiday spirit, you really hate the Elf-On-The-Shelf.” He chuckled and you shook your head, eyes still fixated on the small object.

“He looks like he knows something.” You said suspiciously. “And why is he always smiling?”

Sam chuckled and then mentioned wanting to go for a walk. You m nodded and let him leave just as Jack returned with a bright grin and rolled up sleeves. “How can I help?”

You had a plan laid out for him but it turned on its head when Dean ‘donated’ his bowl of dough to the nephilim, “You can start with that.” He said and grabbed a towel, wiping his fingers of any excess. “I’m going to set the table.”

You thanked him for the help and watched the man leave as well.

Now left with Jack, you taught the boy everything you knew about gingerbread. As the day was pleasantly quiet on the hunting front, you both spent the majority of the time baking and getting the occasional helping hand from one of the brothers or Jack. Castiel had appeared briefly to help but he confused salt with sugar and received a temporary ban.

When night came around, gingerbread was successfully baked and you were exhausted. Thankfully, there were no hunting drama about hormonal teenagers summoning the Krampus which meant that you could finally rest.

After bidding everyone a goodnight, and warning Dean of the repercussions if he tried to steal a cookie early, you climbed into your bed and were swept away in a peaceful dreamless sleep.

He-he-he...

A giggle came from right beside your ear. You swat out of instinct and sat up in a daze. The room was dark and you thought your mind was playing tricks but then you made out a small movement across the floor - it looked... red?

Now on high alert, you grabbed your gun from beneath your pillow and jumped out of the covers. You walked silently across the room and flicked on the lights, pointing your gun at an empty floor.

Weird.

Then you heard the giggle from the hallway and you spun around to wrench the door open only to find nothing. Rubbing your eyes, you let out a sigh until you heard quick receding footsteps and a shout.

“Sammy!”

You bolted for Room 11, almost at the door, when you skid to a halt. Standing just outside Dean’s room was the elf doll that Jack had brought home - it was holding a kitchen knife.

Hell. No.

You raised your gun and fired into the dolls chest sending the scent of burnt cotton into the air. Instead of dropping to the ground, the doll turned to you and vanished in a wisp of smoke.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t over. You felt a weight on your shoulder and Dean emerged from his room just in time to see the elf raise its blade. The older Winchester pulled out his own gun and took a shot, effectively disarming the elf as the weapon clanged on the floor.

You jumped and reached back to pull it off - but it wouldn’t budge. This was like dropping into a nightmare. And just when it seemed like it couldn’t get worse, you felt a bite at your neck.

“Get it off!” You screamed, flailing around the corridor as panic actually set in.

Suddenly, a grey sweatshirt came into view. “Okay, okay - hold on!” Sam instructed. You could tell he was trying to help but when he yanked at the doll, the pain in your neck increased and you struggled against the tall man.

Sam huffed, a little frustrated with how much you were moving which made his task more difficult.

“Damn it, Y/n - hold still for Sam.” Dean told you tensely.

And you stopped moving - you stopped only to give the blonde-haired man a scathing glare and a piece of your mind.

“Don’t make me shoot you - ow!”

“Sorry!” Sam apologised. “I need an angel blade.”

Dean whipped around to fetch the one from his room when he saw Jack jogging over after being woken up from the commotion.

“Kid, angel blade - now!”

The nephilim’s eyes glowed and, instantly, Sam’s hand wielded the angelic weapon. The man was hoping to cut the thing off but one touch of the silver and the elf unlatched itself, springing back.

You gasped in relief, leaning against the wall as you clutched your neck, noticing a few spots of blood. Dean and Jack rushed over to your side hurtling questions to ask if you were okay.

“Do you feel any odd... sensations?”

You rolled your eyes at Dean. “I was bitten by a Christmas demon - not a radioactive spider.”

Dean made a quick comment about how you could never be too sure but was interrupted when when Sam called out for the three of you.

“Guys?”

Looking over at where he stood, you noticed that his eyes were fixed on the elf who had gotten to its feet and was walking in the direction of the fallen knife.

Dean pointed at the doll, “We should run.”

Without a second thought, the four of you bolted through the hallway into the furthest room you could find - a high pitched giggle nipping at your heels.

“In here!” Sam ushered everyone into a storage facility. Once the lock was clicked, you all let out a collective sigh.

You pressed your hand against the wound and found that the blood had mostly dried up. “What the hell was that?”

“A seriously pissed elf.” Dean said instantly. “Scared the crap out of me when it blew my door open.”

You blinked at him as something awful dawned on you. “It blew your door open?”

“That’s what I said. There were three knocks and then bam!”

You turned towards the door of the room and quietly walked closer. You pressed your ear against the dark wood and waited.

“Why didn’t it go inside?” Jack wondered and the Winchester shrugged, not sure how to answer.

Then his eyes widened.

“I spilled holy oil on the floor when I knocked the bottle over.”

Knock, knock...

Knock.

Dean was at your side instantly helping you brace the door as it rattled, the elf trying to gain access. Jack paced nervously and Sam pulled out his phone as he attempted to do some quick research in the chaos.

You glanced up at the hinges and saw them loosen slowly. “Cursed object?” You guessed.

Sam gnawed at his lip as he thought, “Maybe but it hasn’t done anything curse-y.”

“It bit me!” You snapped.

Dean pushed harder while frowning at your argument. “Y/n, you didn’t let any of us eat your cookies - I’d bite you.”

“It’s not a cursed object...” Sam realised as he scrolled through his phone quickly. Dean slammed his shoulder against the door with a grunt and a shot a scowl in his brothers direction.

“Did you see that thing with the knife? It’s cursed!”

“No - Dean, I think it’s been possessed by the - well, the literal Spirit of Christmas.”

You frowned at the man and tilted your head. “Are you saying Santa bit me?”

Sam looked up from his device at your admission and exhaled at the foolish answer, not surprised that you had given it. He then looked over at Jack, the young boy had been the one to bring the elf into the bunker with innocent intentions.

“Jack, when the woman gave you the elf, did you walk under any evergreen?”

With furrowed brows, Jack thought hard as he recalled his steps that morning in the small town.

“I had just picked up the pie and left the store when the sweet old lady gifted it to me. Then I crossed the street to meet with you at the car.”

It sounded simple enough until you remembered a small detail from when you ventured the same road several weeks ago. “The lampposts have fresh evergreen leaves hanging between them. You would have crossed beneath it to get to Sam.”

“That’s probably what set the spirit off.” Sam nodded while you helped his brother brace the door. “Okay - there’s an ancient fable here that says ‘without a sacrifice, the spirit comes down, until presented with a stem of green from the town’ - a stem of green?”

“Like a branch from the tree we have downstairs?” You asked, feet almost sliding out from under you as the spirit slammed against the only thing keeping it out.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean cursed at the tiny toy. “You just had to convince us to celebrate the holidays!”

There was a scowl on your face the moment his tone hit your ears. Turning to the man, you slapped his shoulder.

“How do we know that this isn’t because of your ‘grinchy’ behaviour? Honestly, I’d set a psycho-Christmas spirit on your ass too.”

“Believe me Y/n I haven’t started being-“

“Guys?” Sam’s call drew your attention and that’s when you and Dean realised that it had gone quiet. Leaning forward you pressed an ear to the door and listened to what seemed like little footsteps running off.

The spirit appeared to have moved on to another part of the bunker and you weren’t sure if that was comforting or more alarming. You and Dean stepped away from the door with a small sigh of relief.

Now, you needed a plan to kill the spirit and quick.

All heads worked together to form a rough sketch of how to tackle the issue before unlocking the door and creeping out of the room. With minimal noise, you all managed to get to a hallway opening that allowed you see a top view of the crows nest and a part of the library where the tree was - and the damn elf.

It was sitting there on the edge of the table with its rosy cheeks, blue eyes, and uncomfortable smile.

Oh, how you hated that thing.

There was a nudge to your right, pulling you from your thoughts and you saw that Dean and Sam had disappeared to lay their plan in motion which left you with the nephilim. Nodding at the boy, you stayed quiet before retracing your steps and headed down the hall towards Dean’s room. Thankfully, it was only two corridor turns away.

Turning the handle, you quickly entered and spotted the weapon that was needed hanging on the wall above his desk. You grabbed it, knocking a few pens over in the process, and bolted out. As you neared Jack, you heard a commotion downstairs which could only be Dean and Sam attempting to distract the spirit and you sped up.

Sliding to a stop, Jack presented you with the sharp-edge of a branch that he managed to snap off while the elf was occupied. You took it from his hand and stealthily moved down the stairs, staying out of sight. You reached the tree and loaded the branch into the crossbow as you heard a body fly against the wall, hitting the opposing bookshelf, and a seperate grunt that landed on the floor by the foot of the tree.

Taking in a deep breath - it was now or never.

You whipped around the side of the tree, spotted the little red holiday-demon pinning Dean to the floor and fired the evergreen. The branch sank itself into the elf’s soft body and flung it away from the Winchester who gasped for air. Sam got to his feet, rolling out his aching shoulder and walked over to where the Christmas entity laid still.

You, Dean and Jack did the same, still a little jumpy in case the thing attacked.

“Is it over?” Jack asked curiously.

Suddenly, the spirit shook the walls for a few seconds before combusting into a tall white cloud that dropped small snowflakes.

Talk about dramatic.

“Yeah - it’s over.” Sam sighed.

The door to the bunker screeched open, reminding you to oil the hinges later, and Castiel walked in with eyes fixed on the boxes in his hands. He didn’t notice the messed state of the bunker until he approached the four of you in the library, disheveled and breathless.

“What happened in here?” He frowned, blue eyes darting about for the danger. Jack smiled at his fatherly-figure. “We were attacked by a holiday spirit but it’s just a pile of snow now.”

Castiel was thoroughly confused at how this chaos transpired and opened his mouth when you caught his inquiry.

“It’s a long story.” You said quickly and diverted the attention to the item in his hands. “What’s that?”

The angel would get himself the details a little bit later and entertained your question. He moved forward and set the first box on the table before opening the second and a beautiful gold light sprang forth. Reaching in, Castiel gingerly picked up the contents and revealed a small glowing ball.

“I believe you said that you wanted a star on the top.”

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing and Dean playfully bumped into your shoulder.

“Happy holidays, Y/n.”

Looking to your side, you saw Sam and Dean smiling back at you - they knew.

There weren’t enough words to describe what it was you were feeling in that moment but it was strong. Forget the trees and presents, Team Free Will 2.0 was your forever gift.

Castiel handed the glowing star to the nephilim and stepped back beside you, Dean and Sam - the four of you watching as Jack reached up to placed it on the top where it hovered silently, emitting its warm light.

It was perfect.

“That reminds me... I found this on my way back.” Castiel moved over and picked up the second box and presenting it to everyone in the room. In his hands, and sitting neatly inside, was a little santa-hat wearing elf with his smile.

“I believe that you put them on the shelf.”

You swallowed nervously and glanced over at the brothers and Jack.

Sam caught your look and nodded.

“Yeah - I’ll get the holy oil.”

Masterlist here

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[blueorchidrp]

LOOKING FOR NEW RP BUDDIES <3 [MXM || D/S THEMES || LITERATE]

Heya lovely people <3

(Brace yourselves, this is a long one! :D)

Recently, I've found myself in the mood to RP again after losing motivation during the beginning of the pandemic so I'm really hoping this ad will appeal to someone out there and I might find one or two new people to write with! :D

I'll go into detail about what I'm looking to RP in a second, but first of all, a little about me:

I'm female, 21+ and my time zone is GMT+1 (Central Europe). I'm an experienced writer and roleplayer of 10+ years. I exclusively write in 3rd person/past tense and would prefer for you to do the same.

English isn’t my first language but I’m pretty comfortable with it and I always try to keep mistakes to a minimum. Despite that, I hope you will excuse the occasional mistake! I would really prefer for you to have good spelling/grammar as well, but of course I’m not super pedantic about it and don’t mind typos from time to time. Nobody’s perfect, after all!

Usually I go for slower-paced RPs with longer replies since I'm not the fastest writer but recently I've really been in the mood for some faster-paced RPs and consequently, shorter replies. I usually aim for 300-1,500 words per reply but for this I would like to keep replies on the shorter side (at least on average and with no pressure from your side to conform to this, of course).

Obviously the length of the reply would still rely on what is happening in the RP - starters will naturally be longer than replies that heavily depend on how the other character will react.

I'm fine with having a short-term RP although I do enjoy plotting and also some occasional world-building (although admittedly I sometimes need a while to really pitch in with my ideas unless I'm already comfortable with my partners!) so long-term partners would be great!

I love chatting OOC, not only to discuss plot-related stuff but also to get to know who I am RPing with but it’s not mandatory and if you’d rather not that’s A-okay!

I prefer character-focused RPs, I’m not too good at writing action scenes and I tend to get bored of those rather quickly. I’d rather concentrate on my character’s feelings and his interactions with your character and focus on exploring their dynamic and thoughts.

I love conflict/tension in my RPs and I also love exploring more “philosophical” themes in them. I'm a huge fan of angst, (emotional) hurt & comfort, slow burn and similar genres but overall I do want an eventual happy ending. Occassional fluff is cute and more than fine as well, I just need some "meat" to the RP to keep me interested :D

Now, let’s go to what I’m craving the most right now:

I would very much like a RP that focuses on a (consensual) Dom/Sub relationship. I only do MxM pairings. I would prefer to play the dominant character for this.

I would prefer to involve at least some smut for this one (but we could also fade to black if preferred!) but overall I would really like to focus more on exploring the non-sexual aspects of the dynamic between our characters.

In general when it comes to smut, my characters tend to be switches who mainly top but if they do bottom they’re more along the lines of "power bottoms". In any case, they won’t just lie there and need your character to do all the work for them. (Obviously I can adjust that if you prefer to play the more dominant character)

For the D/s stuff I would ask that we discuss this more in depth in private, but in general I don't think I'm super kinky (I would rather not include too many "out there" ones) and my limits are pretty "standard" as well.

Broadly speaking my limits include: age play, bodily fluids, extreme kink/fetishes, mpreg, A/B/O, large age gaps, degradation.

Some key words of stuff I really enjoy (I'll try not to go overtly sexual):

- Devotion

- Obedience

- Praise Kink (!!)

- Collars/Leashes

- Kneeling

- Spanking

- Titles of Respect

- Terms of Endearment

- Begging

- ...

Some dynamics I enjoy (none of these are a must, of course! This is just to give you a general idea of what I might be looking for):

- the sub being a badass outside of the relationship and only being vulnerable around the dom

- the sub being physically stronger/bigger than the dom (!!!)

- the sub being rather shy/timid

- the dom being a little uncertain of what he wants in the beginning/needing to find himself as a dom

- also the dom in general also getting to be vulnerable

- the sub being super devoted/eager to please

- the sub taking care of the dom

- or: the dom taking care of the sub

- both being really in love with each other

These are the kinds of ideas I'd like to explore (Of course I'm also open to other scenarios/pairings as well, if you have something else in mind!):

Crime Boss x Right-Hand Man:

I'm really craving this one right now! I'm imaging this powerful mobster and his faithful right-hand man who is hopelessly devoted to his boss and willing to do whatever it takes to make sure his boss stays on top. I would prefer for the boss to be the dom and the right-hand man to be the sub.

Son of Crime Boss x Bodyguard:

Celebrity x Bodyguard:

For the first one I'm imagining that the son would be trying to make a name for himself and get out from under his father's thumb (and the bodyguard helping him). For the celebrity one I would imagine the celeb maybe being an actor or some sort of pop/rock star. I would prefer for the bodyguard to be the sub.

Royal x Servant, Royal x Knight:

This can be fantasy/historical (European/East Asian) or even modern. I'm imagining the servant/knight and the royal having been childhood friends and the servant/knight being raised with the knowledge that he would have to protect the royal once he grows up. I really enjoy the idea of one character swearing to serve another for the rest of his life. I would prefer for the knight/servant to be the sub and the royal to be the dom.

Elder Vampire x Fledgling Vampire:

Vampire x Human:

For the first one: Maybe the fledgling vampire was abandoned by his sire and the elder vampire finds him and decides to show him the ropes. For the second one: Maybe the human is a sort of ghoul (like from Vampire: the Masquerade) or human servant or maybe he's just someone the vampire stumbled across while out and about. I would prefer for the (elder) vampire to be the dom and the fledgling/human to be the sub here.

Best Friend x Best Friend:

I got the idea of these college-age guys that slowly discover that they like each other. Maybe they're childhood friends or maybe they've met in college. I’m happy to hear what ideas you might have for this pairing, of course, but a personal favourite of mine is to pair a more stoic (or even grumpy) leaner smart/sarcastic guy with a more jock-like/buff guy who is perpetually happy and optimistic who follows character A around and eventually endears himself to him through sheer persistence.

Soulmates:

I love exploring soulmate AUs, I’m a sucker for all variations of this trope but I’ve been thinking about an idea for a society that places each member of a bonded pair in one of two categories, and members of one category are treated as lesser in society/expected to serve their other half. For this I would definitely like to do some more world-building and really exploring the philosophy of this world as well! It would also be cool to have our character maybe fight against the expectations set by this society but I'm definitely open to other ideas as well!

Apart from that I enjoy a lot of different variations of the soulmate trope but my favourite is the classic idea that involves soulmates having a sort of mark on them that helps them identify who their partner is <3

Other:

Make a suggestion!

I don't have an pre-made OCs so I would come up with a character once we've decided on a plot but of course you can use whatever character you want! I usually don't use FC and just describe what I imagine my character to look like but if you can point me to some good FC ressources I would be willing to look for one if it's important to you! The ages of my characters depend on the plot/dynamic we're going for but they mostly tend to be around 20-45!

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural, Dragon Age, Detroit: Become Human, Vampires: the Masquerade, Marvel/Avengers, DC, Batman/Joker, Merlin (BBC), Shameless (US). 

At the moment I really enjoy the pairing of Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz (they're the inspiration for the Crime Boss x Right-Hand Man idea) so if anyone is up for that pairing as well, let me know! I also really enjoy the pairing Mickey x Ian (Gallavich) from the show Shameless, if anyone is interested in that one!).

I would prefer not to RP anything involving child abuse, underage characters in sexual situations, incest and similar themes. (I’m fine with these things being part of your character’s back story and your character dealing with the after-effects of them but I don’t want to actively RP them!).

I’m also exclusively looking for MxM pairings, so please don’t contact me if you’re looking for someone to RP a MxF plot with! And please be at least 18+. I don’t feel comfortable RPing with anyone younger, even if the RP doesn’t have any smut in it.

I mostly RP on Discord these days, but I'm also open to other mediums, mainly E-mail, tumblr or GoogleDocs!

I would prefer for you to already have a plot in mind (or at least a vague idea of what you want to roleplay) before contacting me!

Thank you for reading all of this! Have a great day & stay safe and healthy!

Contact:

Discord: blueorchid [hashtag] 8092

E-mail: blueorchid.roleplay [at] gmail [dot] com

Or message me here on tumblr! :D

#mxm #mxm roleplay #oc roleplay #oc #slash #roleplay #rp

[asettledsky]

Beetlejuice The Contract

    “Well, the Maitlands are taken care of, everything seems to be pretty much…” Betelgeuse trailed off as he looked around the room. “Well… Maybe a little clean up is in order.” 

    With a snap of his fingers the holes he’d put in the roof were repaired and the debris on the floor was gone. He looked around again and waved his hand at the model to make it go back together. He looked over at the Maitlands, who were recovering on top of the table.

    “Ehhh, they’ll sort themselves out.” Betelgeuse said dismissively. He turned his attention to the Deetz. “YOU… c’mere baby.” He put his arm out and pulled it in like he was pulling on a rope.

    Lydia was pulled out of Delia’s arms and stumbled forward into his. He put an arm around her waist and she was compelled to put her hand on his chest. Betelgeuse leaned in and she cringed away when he gave her a peck on the cheek. 

    “Now, about our deal…” Betelgeuse said. He raised his hand and with a shake it filled with a thick stack of papers. 

    “I suppose it’s too late to change my mind?” Lydia asked, resigned to whatever chaos she’d signed up for. 

    “I’m gonna go ahead and warn you right now that the afterlife doesn’t take kindly to people who break these kinds of deals. And for that matter neither do I. So we’re just gonna pretend you didn’t say that.” Betelgeuse said in a steely voice. “You know you want it honey.” 

    Lydia sighed. Rather than argue with him she looked at the stack of papers in his hand. 

    “What’s that?” She asked, nodding her head to the papers.

    “This is The Paperwork. Juno’s a stickler for it. If we don’t get this done before the I Do’s she’ll have a hissy fit like you wouldn’t believe.” Betelgeuse answered. 

    “Absolutely not! Lydia isn’t signing anything until I have my lawyers look at it!” Charles Deetz butted in, finally coming out of his terrified stupor at the mention of bureaucracy. He rushed forward and took the stack of paper out of the ghoul’s hands. Betelgeuse snorted at that.

    “Good luck with that pops. Pretty much the only person in this room who has a chance of understanding all that legalese is this pretty little thing here. Because she’s the only one who's actually read the book!” Betelgeuse said, shaking Lydia a little for emphasis. 

    Charles paled as he flipped through the contract and realized that Betelgeuse was telling the truth. 

    “Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse!” Barbara’s voice sounded throughout the living room. She was standing upright and looking like herself again on the table. Betelgeuse flinched and grabbed onto Lydia with both arms as if he were bracing to take her with him if he went. Luckily nothing happened. Realizing he was still here he hissed at Barbara and relaxed his grip on Lydia just a bit. 

    “Sorry about that babes, reflexes.” Betelgeuse said. “Forgot that doesn’t do anything now.” He added sheepishly. 

    “I don’t get it, why didn’t that work?” Adam asked. He had hopped off the table and was helping Barbara down now that her first plan of attack hadn’t worked. 

    “Because I’ve already fulfilled my end of the deal and you two stiffs are still around.” Betelgeuse said. “Unless Lyds here outright revokes her end of the deal I’m not sealed to my name anymore I’m sealed to…” His eyes widened as if he’d just thought of something. He looked at Lydia suspiciously. 

    “What… me?” Lydia asked, putting two and two together. “What does that mean?” 

    “It means that if YOU want him gone then all you need to do is say his name three times and he’s back in his grave. It won’t help you in the long run, but it’ll get him out of your hair.” A gravelly voice answered. 

    Everyone in the room looked up to spot the old woman with the folders in her arm and a cigarette in her hand. 

    “Juno!” Adam, Barabara, and surprisingly Betelgeuse, all shouted. The former sounding considerably more happy to see her than the latter. 

    “Juno, can you fix this?” Barbara asked. “Lydia shouldn’t have to marry this pervert just because of us.” 

    “Unfortunately, if there’s a way to break this deal then I don’t know it.” Juno answered. “It’s much more cut and dry than your deal with him. He said exactly what he wanted from her and she said exactly what she wanted from him. Once she agreed the verbal contract became binding. Unlike with your deal, which you were able to renege on without consequence because Betelgeuse never laid down the terms of what he wanted to get out of the deal.” 

    The Maitlands looked like they had several things to say about that, but neither could come up with an argument. 

    “For better or worse, Lydia Deetz, until you sign a marriage contract, Betelgeuse is effectively stuck here.” Juno concluded. 

    “WHAT?!” Five voices rang out. Betelgeuse was outraged enough that he finally let go of Lydia and stalked up to Juno. 

    “What do you mean stuck here?” 

    “Exactly what I said. Unless Miss Deetz calls you to wherever she is, you are stuck at either her place of residence, or your grave, which you foolishly moved into the model of Winter River, which is in this house. You’re only marginally better off than you were.” Juno smirked at him as something dawned on her. “Worse, even, since your invocation is now useless.” She looked positively thrilled to have been able to deliver that news to the moss-covered man. 

    Lydia wanted to laugh at the look of horror on Betelgeuse’s face, but it occurred to her that if he was stuck here then that meant they were stuck with him. 

    “So, just to clarify… I can send him back to his grave and keep him there for pretty much as long as I want?” Lydia asked. Betelgeuse let out a shrill squealing noise in protest. “So why do I have to marry him at all?” 

    “Because you said you would Miss Deetz.” Juno answered, sounding none too happy about it. “If it were up to me I’d gladly keep Betelgeuse stuck in this state of Bureaucratic Limbo for quite a while, but there’s a time limit on these things. Because you’re a minor you get until your 18th birthday to sign whichever version of the marriage contract you two can agree to among yourselves. Given that he’ll likely try to push you into one that’s most advantageous to him, you’re going to want to study up on the terms as best you can. I’ve brought you a few books that should help.” Juno snapped her fingers and a pile of old books appeared on the dining room table. “I suggest you get started on them as soon as possible.” 

    “Ugh, getting married to a ghost comes with homework?” Lydia griped. 

    “Well, at least some things never change. I certainly could have used a library to study the prenup your father’s lawyers tried to cook up.” Delia chimed in. Charles glared at her and she smiled at him. 

    “Hey, as far as I’m concerned you don’t have to read anything baby.” Betelgeuse answered quickly. “You just sign the contract and it’s a done deal and we’ll be off on our honeymoon to Barbados, just you and me whaddaya say?” He grabbed her from behind and wrapped an arm around her waist, snuggling his face into her hair.

“I say: Not on your life and get your hand off my ass.” Lydia answered, digging a heel into his instep. She watched in satisfaction as he let go and limped away. 

“As for you,” Juno addressed Betelgeuse. “Unless you want to be stuck in that model for a long time I’d suggest you not piss off your bride to be.”

“Oh shut up you old--” Betelgeuse said as he was straightening up. Juno had faded away before he could finish his insult. 

In the wake of Juno’s leaving an awkward silence fell over the small group. 

“Well…. Now what?” Delia asked the room. 

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice au #beetlebabes #beetlejuice: the contract #fanfiction #Beetlejuice fanfic

[preq-liora]

Brace yourselves for huge posts that revolve around this idea I came up with regarding the demonic blood within each Papa.

The nutshell of it is that the Papal position is a bigger burden than one may think. The weight of the mitre contains it's own curse. I call it the Primal Emeritus—A demonic entity that is born to be controlling and maintain their packs. They see themselves as the real Alphas around any other lesser demons that walk Earth or Hell.

This headcanon is my personal explanation of how the Papas have their ties with their Ghouls and why they communicate with them easily. What you see on stage is just a skin they wear to conceal themselves.

More will be posted soon. Stay tuned to get a base post on the Primals and eventually dive into each Papa Primal regarding their unique attributes/abilities.

#papa emeritus #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus nihil #papa emeritus iv #papa i #papa ii #papa iii #headcanon #alternative universe #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #incoming tag for this headcanon/au #;;PRIMAL EMERITUS;;

[skzm7]

MOBEIUS

BEEZLEBUB’S PURPLE KISS

BUBBLED UP TO SCAR

ITCHIN’ WITH SOMEONE’S SIN

FIRED UP IMPLODING FIST

FEELIN’ FEINT K.O.’ED

SCARLET STAMPED CRAZY! KID

USELESS SHADOW BOXING WALL IS NUMB

JAB HOOK UPPERCUT WHO?

THERE’S A HELTER SKELTER IN SKY CITY

COUNTDOWN TIL IT CLICKS KID

YOU GOT A BAD CASE OF 

WACKO BONKERS LOOPY!

TEN NINE EIGHT

HEY SEVEN

HEYSIX 

WAKE UP FIVE 

COME BACK TO EARTH

PUT ON FOUR YOUR 

THINKING CAP THREE AND GLOVES

ROUND 2 FIGHT!

WIPE OFF THAT STICK

GET YOUR BOTTLE OF LIGHTNING

THROW IT TO THE GROUND

CRACK IT OPEN

YOU’RE TOO BRILLIANT TO BE KEPT IN

LET THE LIONS ROAR LOOSE

FILL UP THE STADIUM

THE MAN WITHIN

DOESN’T GET OUT YOUR ILL

BOX THE OLD WOUNDS DREAMING

AND GET REAL

FALLOUT OF MEMORIES

ROOTED TO FEELINGS

CHAINSAW! HAHAHA

I‘M YOUR SECOND COMING!

SLIDE ON MY LIPS

ENJOY LIKE MANY

THE GRAND CHESSBOARD

OF EBONY AND IVORY

IT’S IN YOUR NATURE

TO GIVE YOURSELF IN

I THINK YOUR SMILE 

HAS TOO MANY TEETH 

FOR A SALESMAN

DING DING ROUND

3, MIND IS MESSY

BODY SO ORPHAN THIN

YOU CAN SEE THE HEARTBREAK 

THROUGH THE SKIN

I CAN DO THIS SO WHY AM I TRIPPING?

BANANA SLIP HEAD SPLITTING

BRAIN FREEZE NO ICE CREAM

BUSY B’S SHADOW BECKONS ME DIVE IN

I WRITHE I WRESTLE I CAVE IN

I KNOW BETTER BUT I’M TOO BUSY DYING

NO ONE SEES MY HEAD’S PURPLE FIRE

DROWNING UNDER THE SURFACE

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST WORDS

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST!?

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST CHANCE

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST

GASP!

ENTER YOUR UTOPIA

THROUGH THIS GLASS OF MIND

KALEIDOSCOPE VISUAL

TAKE THE CLOCK WITH YOU

SIT ON MY LAP GOOD BOY!

SANTA’S LIST IS INSTANT HERE

YOU’RE A NEW BORN PHENOMENON

NO CREDIT CARD HISTORY

NO RESPONSIBILITY

NO RISK IN THIS

LABYRINTH OF VISIONARY

I’LL HOLD YOUR HAND

I’LL BE YOUR CANARY

FORGET BEING A VICTIM OF CONSCIENCE

WHEN RELIVING YOUR PAST IS SO

M MM MMM DEEEELICIOUS!

AND YOUR LOVED ONES ON EARTH

DON’T NEED YOU ANYWAY

THIS IS WHERE YOU ALWAYS WIN

HERE’S A SICKLE

PLAY GOLF WITH YOUR ENEMIES HEADS

IT’LL TICKLE

HEY WHERE AM I WHAT THE

HELL AM I DOING?

GOING FOR A BIRDIE

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?

IN THIS BERMUDA TRIANGLE ZOO

HOURS AND SENSES WHAT DID I DO?

MY COMPASS TURNED INTO A U

DIDN’T REALISE I WAS SO BAD

MAD REVENGE NEVER ENDS

NOW I GOT A CLUE HOW IT STARTED

BECAUSE YOU WERE A COWARD

AND YOU DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE

HERE YOU HAVE A VOICE

NO! YOU’RE THE PLACEBO EFFECT GONE WRONG

THOUGHT IT WAS WORKING WHEN IT’S BROKE

DIAMOND MIND REFLECT IN STEAD OF WOKE

BECAUSE YOU’RE SICK

AND THIS IS YOUR SONG

WHAT’S THE POINT PLAYING

IF YOU CAN NEVER LOSE A GAME

TIME’S UP WHERE’S THE GONG

YOUR AUCTION IS UP AND

BONG! YOU’RE SOLD

I GOT SO DARK I FORGOT THE SUN

BECAUSE THE NIGHT IS MORE FUN

WHERE’S THE ALARM WHERE’S THE PINCH?

RING RING! IT’S GROUNDHOG DAY BITCH!

ROUND 4 SAW THE PEN AS MIGHTIER

BUT WHAT’S THE POINT OF WORDS

WHEN MONSTERS ONLY HEAR

THE POINT OF THE SWORD

I DECLARE WAR!

LIFT EXCALIBER FROM THE STONE

RECLAIM THE THRONE

IT’S MY RIGHT TO OWN

START A QUEST TO SLAY AND SLICE

THESE SNAKES HISS IN MY HAIR AND DICE

I’VE PAID THE PRICE MEDUSA VANITY

LET’S DESTROY THIS PLACE

WITH DYNAMITE SANITY

DOES YOUR MIND SWIM IN PURPLE FIRE HM?!

MY BURNING EFFIGY?

WRITHING AGONY

WINDOW SHOPPING WAYS TO VICTORY

LAY IN BED CONTINUE THE LIE

WITH NARCISSISTIC OCD

PARANOID ANDRIOD DELUSION DEFICIENCY

SHOOORYUUUUKEN!

GETTING DESPERATE ARE WE?

COULD I INTEREST YOU IN AN ALTER EGO?

OR ARE YOU ALREADY FULL OF YOURSELVES MY DEAR?

WELL YOU’RE HARD TO IGNORE

FLIPSIDE OF THE COIN

YOU’RE THE PASSENGER

I GOT THE RADIO

SEE I REMEMBER

BEING DEALT A BAD HAND 

FROM THE REALER

MADE ME LEAVE THE TABLE

BECAME MY OWN DEALER

BUT ALL I KNEW WAS THE BAD HAND

KEPT ON PLAYING WONDERLAND

DOUBLED DOWN ON WHAT IF’S 

INSTEAD OF I WILL

CLIMB OUTTA THE RABBIT HOLE

BRACE YOURSELF BUSY B

THIS MIGHT HURT A LITTLE

YOU’RE GONNA NEED A PLASTER

‘CAUSE I’M WELDING PETER VENKMAN’S GHOSTBUSTER ZAPPER

YAWN I’M CROSSING THE STREAMS

PAWN TO TURN INTO A KING

ROUND 5

BLACK ALWAYS LAUGH’S LAST

BECAUSE WHITE MOVES FIRST

TO FALL INTO THE TRAP

TIPPY TOES TO THIS BUZZ

FADE YOU HYPNOTIC TO WHO AM I? FUZZ

SEND YOU FIRST CLASS TO WHERE ICE BURNS

WORSE BEFORE I GET BETTER

WHERE HEAVY IS THE HOLLOW

WHERE AGONYS END’S 

IMPOSSIBLE TO FOLLOW

WHERE SOULS ARE SPLIT TO LICK

SWEET SICK TO SWALLOW

WEAKER BEFORE I GET STRONGER

ABORT THE PLAN

REWIND ESCAPE ATTEMPTS

MICE OF MAN

HEY THE TRAP IS LOOSE BUT

I WILL WIN

CIRCUMSTANCE SNIP! OOPS SORRY!

CIRCUMCISION MISSED THE CUT

BALLS GOT LOST WITH THE MARBLES

KERPLUNK!

I WILL SWIM

SIX DRINKS DEEP

WALKING AUTOPSY TURVY

IMPRESS AN INVISIBLE AUDIENCE

AND LOOK AT ME! TROPHY

I WILL MAKE SENSE

I WILL BECOME KING

YOUR BODY’S OUT OF ORDER

TAKE THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

FIND AIZEN AT THE DOOR

TAKE A TEARS HINT YOU’RE GOING DOWN

WHERE NEVER IS THE FLOOR

THIS IS EASY PULL OUT THE STITCH

I CAN BAMBOOZLE YOU SO MUCH

I’M INSIDE OUT LETS SWITCH

JUPITER CAN YOU SEE THE SPOT I’M IN?

I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN

WITH CHOICE AND REASON

NOTICE PICKING NOTHING

NEVER BEEN IN SEASON

FASHION DISASTER

THIS MAN WENT MISSING IN ACTION

SAVE THE MILK CARTON 

TAKE YOUR PSYCHO STAMP AND COLLAR

I’LL GET US HELP KISS IT BETTER 

MAKE US SOUND

THIS YO-YO SOUL’S TURNED THE TABLES A

ROUND! 6 I’M ALWAYS BESIDE

A PART OF PERSONALITY

MOBEIUS SHYS

UNTIL IT MADE ME

MEMORY WITH A TWIST OF FANTASY

SOON GAVE ME A VOICE OF MALICE

NOW IT’S MY TURN TO EAT WONDERLAND’S ALICE

AND WITH PURPLE STAINED LIPS MWAH!

PIERCE THIS PSYCHIC PLACE RAW

SHOUT HALLEYUYAH AND A REST IN PEACE

SO PRINCE BEEZLEBUB CAN RISE TO THE SEAT

ALL THE WOMEN I WANT TO KISS

ALL THE MEN I WANT TO KICK

THIS WORLD I WANT TO RULE

I’M THE ONE WHOS GONA LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER FUCK

YOUUUAAAYOURRRCANTRRDOGGTHISHHHWITHHHHOUTHHMYAASAYSO!

ROUND 7!!!

THISISMYSCREAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

I’LL BE MY OWN HERO

LET ME LIVE GET MY SOUL SURE

FIND A GOOD HAND

TO RAISE ME UP

MAKE A STAND

BE WHOLE ONCE MORE

SPEAK THE TRUE

BREAK MOBEIUS’ ILLUSION

DOUBT WHAT NO ONE ELSE SENSES - FAITH IN ABILITY

WHEN THEY SWAP SEATS ON BELIEFS SEESAW

YOU’LL KICK YOUR OWN ASS 

AND STROKE YOUR ELBOW

RECREATING EVENTS LOST MY

MEMORYS LOGIC OF WHAT’S NEXT

MOVE FORWARD OR BE

STUCK IN THE MUD WITH YOUR INVISIBLE FRIEND?

THINK I FOUND MY HAPPY THOUGHT

HEY PIXIE I CAUGHT MY SHADOW

SORRY I SPLIT LICKEDY LET’S GO

BUSY B AIN’T GOING DOWN EASY

BORN A FIGHTER FROM CHAOS FIRE

ORIGINAL PRIMORDAL METAPHYSICAL DESIRE

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE KID JUST RETIRE

THIS IS MY POWER THIS IS MY HOUR

TO TAKE BACK WHO I AM

AND GET OUTTA L.A.’S TRAFFIC JAM

DISCOVERY IS THE WISH OF THE SOUL

ROAD RAGE BREAK OUT INEVITABLE

NO ONE CAN SOLVE THIS ALONE

IF YOU ARE YOUR OWN PROBLEM

I’M THE MYSTERIOUS WAY

CAVE TO MY SAY

IN HERE I’M KING

I’M THE PURPOSE

YOU’RE THE HORSE

YOU SERVE ME

LOOK UP AS YOU

BOW BEFORE BUB

RATHER TAKE ON THE WORLD

BRAVE DON’T FEAR THE GRAVE

FACE THE MUSIC

FACE THE ENEMY

ANSWER’S ALREADY HERE

SEEING GHOULS OF DEMISE

OR ANGELS IN DISGUISE

ONLY THAT YOU DECIDE

NO ONE EVER FAUGHT FOR YOU

I WAS TEACHING YOU HOW TO FIGHT

ALL YOU NEEDED IS THE SIGHT

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

WALLS OF STEEL AND STONE ARE A WEAK PRISON

MIRRORED WALLS OF SKIN AND BONE

THEY’VE DONE THEIR JOB PRETTY

SURE YOU’RE TOO LATE THIS IS

ALL MINE FOR THE TAKING

MY HEART’S PURE

YOU CAN’T PUNCH THIS LIGHT

OUT OF MY FUTURE

EITHER SHAKE MY HAND OR EAT MY FIST

STEP BACK INTO THE RING

LET’S SEE WHAT YOU GOT KID

THINK I’M GONNA BE ALRIGHT

I GOT WORK TO DO

LET’S FIGHT!

***

From “The Silent Album”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08DHMQ673

#music #songs #lyric #book #songwriter #album #art #artist #musician #writer #thesilentalbum #rap #hiphop #eminem #drdre #kendrick #beastie boys #mind #mental health #rapbattle #vs #fight

[sailor-freak]

Halestorm: ‘Prepare to Enter the Gates of Hale’ Magazine Article

So I found this Kerrang! magazine article on the Halestorm VK community on Halestorm doing a ghost hunt in The Shrieve’s House in Stratford-upon-Avon a few years ago, and it’s very entertaining reading 😂. However considering the size of the image (the photo is actually bigger than this I just edited the 2 pages together) some people might not be able to read it, so I’m gonna write it up below! Enjoy hahahaha.

Ghosts, ghouls, things that go bump in the night... Halestorm love them all. But can they handle ghost-hunting in Britain’s most haunted house? K! finds out how they fare as they...

PREPARE TO ENTER THE GATES OF HALE.

On Halestorm’s latest album, The Strange Case Of... singer Lzzy Hale declared herself a Daughter of Darkness. The album title is a reference to classic horror novella The Strange Case Of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and the singer claims to have a closet gothic side. “We all love horror movies and dark, intense books” she says. “I like old exploitation movies with lots of gore and no real dialogue”. Tonight we’re putting Lzzy and her band’s capacity for creepiness to the test. We’ve come to Warwickshire’s Falstaff Experience, a scare-fest set in Shrieve’s House, one of Britain’s most haunted houses, where, hopefully, Halestorm will have the scariest night of their lives. We pieced together a timeline from our shaky, tear-stained notes. Brace yourselves, folks, we’re heading into the supernatural...

10:05pm Halestorm roll up to the Shireve’s House in Stratford-upon-Avon, reputedly one of the most haunted buildings in the country.

10:10pm Our guide for the evening is psychic medium Kevin Bowen, ably assisted by two ladies who are both, spookily enough, called Janet. The medium channels spirits to give each band member a ‘reading’. We found out that Lzzy has something of a split personality, that brother Arejay (drums) is a livewire, that Josh Smith (bass) sometimes fails to speak up for himself, and that Joe Hottinger (guitar) has some connection with an old man of military bearing. “Some of that was accurate”, Lzzy says. “I don’t know if he’s psychic or just good at sizing people up”. “I don’t know what mine was supposed to be about”, laments Joe.

11:15pm Kevin leads us up to an attic and seats us around an antique table. It’s darker than the inside of a sealed tomb up here. We’re asked to place our hands on the table and concentrate. “I’ve never done a seance before”, Josh notes, “this should be pretty interesting”. Kevin points out that we’re looking to contact spirits, not ghosts. Ghosts are sort of residual echoes that repeat the same action over and over again. Spirits are sentient and able to interact and communicate. “This has been an education already”, the bassist adds, having clearly learned something tonight.

11:35pm Kevin senses a presence. It is, he says, the spirit of a pickpocket named Lucy, who lived in the 16th century. She was somewhere between eight and eleven years old when she died, but apparently she looks more like a six-year-old with long, blonde, unkempt hair. Unfortunately, none of the band can see her. “Touch me on the shoulder, Lucy”, Arejay invites. He puts some coins on the table to tempt her and Lzzy adds a bunch of jewellery to the pile.

11:37pm An electromagnetic field (EMF) meter is deployed. This has a green light that should turn red if any spirits approach. The band watch it intently. It merely flickers occasionally.

12:00am The clock strikes midnight. The witching hour is upon us, when the boundaries between realities blur and literally anything could happen.

12:01am Nothing happens.

12:03am Nothing continues to happen.

12:21am “Do you feel the table moving?”, asks Kevin. It may be a combination of sensory deprivation and suggestion, but it does feel like there’s a subtle motion. “It’s almost like a wave”, Joe confirms.

12:47am There’s some sort of banging noise downstairs. The Janets take Lzzy off to investigate. When she comes back, she’s in a bit of a tizzy. “I felt something move my hair across my forehead in a really weird way”, she explains. “The girls said they sensed a spirit called John Davies who used to murder and mutilate women. I was sitting there in the dark and it creeped me out a little bit”.

01:10am In an attempt to coax the spirits out of hiding, a Tibetan singing bowl is produced. Apparently they like that sort of thing. Arejay turns out to be a natural at making it sing, and at one point the table appears to shudder and jerk. John the 18th century serial killer is up here with us now, Kevin says. So is a hooded figure with glowing red eyes who looks like a monk but is actually an ‘elemental’ - a spirit that never lived as a person. “I can’t see a thing”, Josh complains. We also try a ghost box, which should allow any passing spirits to manipulate radio signals to communicate. The resulting fragments of words, music and white noise sound freaky but inconclusive.

01:45am “It’s like a fishing trip”, says Kevin, as we finally abandon the seance. “The spirits don’t always appear on cue, and they don’t always perform just because you want them to. If I asked you to get up on the table and dance, would you do it?”. Arejay probably would.

02:10am We now move on to scrying, which means looking for spirits in a medium such as crystals, stone, or glass. Tonight, it involves one person staring into a mirror in dim light, while the others watch from the periphery for any changes in the reflection. This can be a sign of spirits coming through. “Your cheekbones look weirder”, says Lzzy, as her brother stares intently into the glass. “It must be your inner girl coming through”. The session temporarily descends into a spirited rendition of Sweet Transvestite from The Rocky Horror Show.

02:35am It’s time for the Oujia board. The band head back up to the attic and attempt to make contact with Lucy, John or any of the other 40 or so individual spirits that have been identified within the building. The glass resolutely refuses to move.

03:01am Arejay is placed under a vortex. This was popular in Victorian ghost-hunting times and is thought to amplify spiritual activity, and basically consists of a pyramidal structure of metal tubes. It doesn’t really help.

03:30am Kevin splits everyone up. Arejay is left under the vortex. Lzzy is placed at the feet of a taxidermy bear and Joe and Josh are lead further into the pitch black interior of the building. Arejay’s constant stream of verbiage can still be heard from everywhere in the building. “Lucy, touch the light if you like the way I look. What, you think I’m ugly? Tap on the ground. Can you do that? Do you want me to ring the bell some more?”. On and on it goes...

04:15am The nights activities are finally, mercifully, called to a halt. “That was the strangest way I’ve ever spent a Saturday evening”, Lzzy laughs. So did any of you experience anything that convinced you of the supernatural? “I went in with an open mind and came out the same”, says Arejay. “I don’t think any of us will ever know what happens or where we go when we die, but I’ve not seen anything to really convince me tonight”. Yeah, us too, Arejay. Hang on, did anyone else feel something brush past them?

#halestorm #lzzy hale #arejay hale #joe hottinger #josh smith #magazine article

[toukaisbetterthanyou]

Here’s a list of all of the things in both TG and TG:Re that Touka has done that had nothing to do with Kaneki. And I’m probably missing some things.

TG:

Survive for years on the street in order to take care of both herself and her younger brother.

Fights off Tsukiyama and other brutal ghouls in order to take care of both herself and her younger brother.

Go to school in order to better blend in with humans and try to live a normal life so that she and her brother could be safe.

Become good friends with a human girl despite distrusting most humans (and for good reason given the life that she’s led).

Bonds with Hinami and Ryouko.

Fights off Nishiki (in order to save Kaneki, though she doesn’t realize she is saving Kaneki at first. It’s implied that Touka had fought Nishiki before, as well as other ghouls who try to disrupt the peace of the 20th ward).

Saves Hide from Kaneki. Brings Hide back to anteiku for care even though she didn’t have to and could have just left him in the alleyway.

Attempt to get revenge on the Doves for killing Ryouko.

Spreads false information to the CCG about Hinami in order for them to lose her trail.

Fights and kills Mado after he tries to kill Hinami in order to protect the younger girl.

Realizes that revenge is wrong because Mado has a family and killing continues the cycle of death and destruction that lead to her father’s death/disappearance.

Takes Hinami into her home and cares for her.

Helps to save Nishiki’s life from Tsukiyama.

Spares Kimi

Tries to get into Kamii in order to major in biology and learn more about why ghouls are the way that they are.

Talks to Shinohara and Juuzou in Roma’s place since the girl is “afraid” of the doves.

Displays such intense loyalty that she wants to go and die during the anteiku raid because she doesn’t want to abandon her new family.

TG:RE:

While Re is made in part to give Kaneki a place to return to, it also seems to serve a similar purpose as anteiku, as a peaceful place for ghouls to congregate. It’s implied hat she, Yomo, and Nishiki also enforce peace and stability among ghouls in their ward give that she takes part in other rescue efforts and seems to send Nishiki out to help with early scuffles in TG:RE.

Is the leader of Re:. Both Yomo and Nishiki defer to her and take orders from her.

Gives flowers to Shinohara as a way to gain personal closure to what she feels is an endless and pointless cycle of death and revenge.

Seems to know about the clowns and knows about Uta’s part in the clowns. Both she and Yomo use him as an informant.

Saves Tsukiyama, even though she doesn’t have to. Puts herself in danger to do this.

Takes part in the cochlea raid to rescue Hinami.

Makes up with her brother for their previous volatile relationship.

Saves Hinami. Reprimands her lovingly.

Fights Aura and that other guy in order to help save Hinami, her brother, and her uncle.

Takes the force of hive mind with her kagune in order to save Hinami, her brother, and her uncle.

Allows squad 0 and all of the ghouls who are now apart of GOAT a place to stay at Re:

Talks to Amon at her own behest in order to reach closure with him. Encourages him to speak to Akira.

Reaches closure with Akira. Changes Akira’s mind about revenge and ghouls. Gets Akira to make up with Hinami.

Takes care of the aogiri children and offers them a place to live.

During the 24th ward raid, she fights to kill some of the oggai, and protects the weaker ghouls and children.

Comes up with a plan to guide the weaker ghouls and children to safety.

Injures Hajime after he injures Hinami.

Takes on leadership role to protect the weaker ghouls and children instead of running off on her own, even though she could cover more ground alone or just with Hinami.

So, it’s almost like -- Touka has all kinds of interesting character dynamics and motivations that has nothing to do with her husband and unborn child. It’s almost like she’s still an interesting character that is doing a lot of things EVEN STILL that has nothing to do with Kaneki. It’s almost like a woman falling in love and getting married doesn’t immediately cancel out every interesting thing about her that existed previously! And brace yourselves for this -- she still is doing a lot of things that have absolutely nothing to do with Kaneki even after marrying him!

Wow, what a shocker.

#Touka Kirishima #kirishima touka #touken #kanetou #tg #tokyo ghoul:re #touka positive #touka stanning #meta #fandom commentary #so just because you might not have seen her importance #or her motivations and character development #because you didn't want to #or you were more interested in something else #doesn't mean that it didn't exist

[nickgerlich]

Dollars For Data

You can run, but you can’t hide. But what if someone paid you to just come clean?

That’s exactly what Amazon is about to do. Brace yourselves. The e-commerce giant is now willing to pay consumers to find out where else you shop, and what you buy there. All you have to do is scan your receipts and share them.

We have all had to come to grips in recent years with the sobering reality of what some call surveillance capitalism. It was covered in great detail in The Social Dilemma, and I require my MBA students in Evolutionary Marketing to read a book about it. It is the de facto norm today, with 96% of Americans owning a cell phone and thereby implicitly inviting a host of companies, from service provider to phone manufacturer and every app installed on the phone, to track your every move.

And credit card companies have long been sitting on a mountain of data, as have the nation’s largest retailers who accept those credit cards for transactions. Visa and MasterCard know where we shop, when, how much, etc. Walmart and Target, among others, know every last item we buy, and will put data analysts on the case so they know how to market to you even better.

Don’t believe me? Recall the case of Target in 2012 when it figured out a teen girl was pregnant long before she told her father.

Amazon’s new program cuts to the chase. It is bold. It is brazen. And they don’t need PhDs in statistics to help them connect the dots. They’ll just pay you for your data. Essentially, they want to know about the sales that are getting away, the leakages, if you will, in the consumer ecosystem. If they can get a handle on this, they see increased revenues in the long run.

Now before you think this is the best thing since selling your plasma, they are only offering it to selected individuals. The Amazon Shopper Panel will be a hand-picked group of consumers who opt-in after they have been invited, and can only upload up to ten receipts a month. Certain categories of shopping are off-limits, like firearms, gambling, and medical expenses. They are only interested in basic consumables.

Now Amazon is certainly not facing a shortage of data as it stands. It knows everything we have bought on the site, as well as the items we browsed. In fact, I am certain I am not alone in using their site as a search engine for products. That doesn’t mean I will purchase them there, but I figure that Amazon is probably the best place to start my search. If they don’t have it for sale, then it probably doesn’t exist.

But it is one thing for companies to have to sift through what is available by default, versus paying people to just fork it over. And as long as people are willing to do it, I cannot complain. Amazon says it will keep everything anonymous, and will only use the data to tailor its ads and come-ons to customers.

Naturally, critics are skeptical, especially given other recent developments, like Amazon’s palm scanner payment system. Others are advising competitors not to use Amazon Web Services to host their websites for much the same reason. Amazon is on a data acquisition binge, and they will not be satisfied until they have mapped the brains and wallets of everyone, whether they are paying you for the privilege or not.

All of which makes the big picture here, Amazon as data warehouse, scarier than all the ghouls and goblins of Halloween put together. They better be paying high dollar for this. And they better be careful, because if they ruffle too many feathers along the way, it may wind up costing them more than any pile of receipts they just bought. I may not be able to hide, but I’m not just going to roll over and die.

Dr “The Bidding Starts At $100“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #Amazon #data #receipts #behavior

[mementomorphosis]

Augasbord: Some Miscellaneous Thoughts

Brace yourselves for a somewhat incoherent ramble here since I need to get my thoughts down about Aug’s guilty ass and this is OrIgINaL BlOg cOnTeNt: 

His chance at “atonement” from anti-human bigotry was pure coincidence, because he sure as fuck didn’t come to realise that killing innocent smoothskins is a bad thing while in the resistance. He instead fled the metros due to his paranoia over Roy Phillips possibly going feral (it’s never really confirmed in-game outside of an off-handed comment from Chief the-only-good-ghoul-is-a-dead-ghoul Gustavo, so I prefer to leave it ambiguous), said resistance collapsing, and them all dying out in the wasteland. The only thing it really proved was that August is an abject coward with an over-reliance on authority (WHICH HE STILL FUCKIN IS). 

Instead, his realisation came over several months of travelling throughout the wastes on his own and actually interacting with the outside world and realising that while, yes, many humans are assholes to ghouls, not all of them are. Some gave him the time of day, some helped him when he needed helping, all that good stuff. It was a very gradual epiphany that, in many ways, still isn’t over. 

But Aug still can’t bring himself to confront what he did and how hateful he became. It’s such a discrepancy from the milquetoast, passive human he used to be before the bombs that it honestly shakes him to the very core. Hence his use of Phillips as an all-purpose scapegoat. He constantly talks about how he “manipulated” and “tricked” and “forced” him into joining the expedition to Tenpenny Tower, when in reality he joined him on his own volition, despite several warnings from Kelly and the others in Underworld (most of which saw Phillips as a zealot completely high off his own fumes; it’s pretty telling when you’re essentially laughed out of a settlement with not very many followers). For Aug, it’s either believe that or face the fact that he alienated his best friend, became horribly bitter, and ruined his chance of a relatively stable - if flawed - existence over some half-baked attempt to reenact his pre-War life. He’d probably end up hating himself even more. 

And that, more or less, is what everything boils down to. He’s never quite caught up to speed with everything, while paradoxically adapting so drastically both mentally and physically that he can hardly recognise himself. He’s always had one hand holding onto a rose-tinted, crumbling, half-forgotten memory of the old world while time drags him further and further into the future, refusing to look ahead. Even his hope for Floyd getting a “proper” academic education is steeped in outdated values, considering the wasteland tends to lend itself to more practical skills (plus Floyd - as much as he loves Aug - would vastly prefer to go into caravan work). 

Unhappy with how things were, miserable that his life before the bombs was problematic at best and in shambles at worst, August Gregory Devlin continues to stare at the fuzzy, grainy film reel of reminiscence, and dreams his monochrome dreams.  

tl;dr Augie is a silly git but what else is new

#August Headcanons #I honestly love the base themes of denying nostalgia in the fallout games #and how we should move on from the past #because i think theyre pretty good lessons #also imvery sorry about the title pun #although i think i might make these random character rants a sort of series #really enjoyed writing this #Augasbord

[lichart]

Brace yourselves my ghouls and ghosts! 3 more days! #drawlloween

#drawlloween

[idjitmonkey]

When You Don’t Part 2

A/N: Oh-ho-holy crap. This became a beast of a chapter. I originally was going to have this story be only two parts. But it got away from me, so now it will be three parts total. 

Word Count: 3,319 (told you it was a beast) 

Pairing: Dean x Reader...ish. 

Warnings: Angst. Swearing. More angst. Might wanna brace yourselves (according to my beta) 

I’ll close my eyes

Cause then I won’t see

The love you don’t feel

When you’re home with me

~ 2 Days Prior ~

The rumble of the impala’s engine was something that you had come to love over the time that you spent with the Winchesters. It had lulled you to sleep on more than one occasion as Dean drove your little trio through the night, crossing state lines on nearly deserted highways to solve a case Sam caught while you’d eaten lunch at some roadside diner. Tonight, however, you were wide awake. Your spot in the middle of the back bench seat allowed you to lean forward, chin resting on the warm leather of the front and you glanced between the two brothers.

“You know, Dean…” You began. There came a soft snort from your right as Sam glanced up from the map he was looking over, the glow of his flashlight dimming as he dropped it into his lap.

“Y/N, don’t. You know how this conversation will end.”

You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and glance at the brunette. “Shhh, Sam. I’m asking Dean something really important.”

“Oh, I already know what you’re going to say, and the answer is no, kid.” Dean’s voice was a little rough. He hadn’t spoken in a couple hours unless it was to ask a question about directions from his brother.

“No you don’t.” Your tone was defensive and annoyed, even as you bit down to hide a grin. The two of you had had this conversation more than a few times.

As the car passed a street light, illuminating the interior for a few fleeting moments, Dean’s green eyes lifted and met yours in the reflection of the rearview mirror. His gaze held yours, your pulse jumping in your throat the way it had for months now whenever he looked at you longer than a couple of seconds. He raised an eyebrow, glanced at the road, then looked back up to the rearview mirror.

“You’re gonna give me some crap about how you think that I’m looking ‘a little tired.’ and that ‘a good stretch in the back seat would do me some good’ while you take a turn driving. It ain’t gonna happen Y/N.” He had mocked your voice in a falsetto that made you fight back a grin as you leaned back, arms crossed over your chest.

“One: I don’t sound like that. And two: You are a selfish man, Winchester. Selfish and mean.”

Sam looked at you over his left shoulder, a scoffing laugh escaping his large frame. “He rarely lets me drive. Like, once every five years, if that. It’s just one of those things.”

“Yeah, so stick around another four years and maybe you’ll get your chance to drive my Baby,” Dean chimed in, smirking as he looked at you again in the mirror “that is, if Sam and I are both unable to drive.”  

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as Dean spoke, even though you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his teasing look. You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to keep your heartbeat from racing, afraid that in the quiet of the car, he would hear it drumming against your ribs. His gaze travelled back to yours another moment, watching as you slouched a little in the seat and got comfortable, there was still a bit of a drive to go. Dean finally focused on the road, turning the volume up on the tape he had playing, just loud enough to be heard over the purring rumble of the engine and the roll of the tires on the asphalt. You scooted over so that you could rest your head on the window, occasionally eyeing Dean’s profile from where you now sat behind his brother every time an outside light source illuminated his strong features. Closing your eyes, you reflected on his teasing remark and the way he’d smirked at you in the mirror, filing the moment away in your mind as another instance of time where you felt happy that Dean Winchester was in your life.

Morning dawned with the sky washed in a pale grey, clouds that seemed to be waiting for some cue to release their bounty, played hide and seek with the slowly rising sun. You’d fallen asleep at some point, and woke to find yourself stretched out along the back seat, a warm green blanket tossed over your frame. When you sat up and gazed out the windows, you found the impala parked in front of a motel with paint that seemed like it had been the height of fashion in 1975. Both the brothers were absent from the front seat and you frowned, until you saw Dean come out of a room just in front of the car. He had changed into his blue suit with the long overcoat since the temperature had dropped. You watched as he approached the car and opened the back door, leaning down to send you a half smile.

“Mornin’ Sleeping Beauty. Was just about to wake you up, we got a room and the bags are inside already. Sammy’s changing, you should too. Plan is to get breakfast, then head to the morgue to get a look at the first victims and talk to the local sheriffs.”

You had only heard the first few things Dean had said as he leaned into the car. His tie hung down, unobstructed from the open buttons on the dark blue material of his jacket. The stripes of the tie caught your gaze and your lips curved slightly in a smile. The diagonal lines brought out the flecks of gold in his jade eyes and you couldn’t help it as you stared.

Suddenly, there was a hand in front of your face; the snap of his fingers brought you out of your daze. “Y/N! Come on, you can get coffee at the diner. Let’s get a move on. I don’t need you turning into a zombie on me this early in the game.”  He chuckled and stepped back, leaving the door wide open, allowing you to toss the blanket into the floorboard and exit the vehicle.

“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to zone out on you.”

You flashed him a smile, meeting his eyes for just a moment. Even the early morning gray light couldn’t seem to diminish the vibrancy of Dean’s eyes and you forced yourself to look away, swallowing down the cliched compliment on the tip of your tongue about how the tie brought out his eyes. Instead, you moved to shut the door, putting yourself closer to the hunter. In an effort to seem unaffected by his presence, your hand reached out, tugging at the fabric of said tie as a teasing smile found it’s way to your lips. “What, no clip-on?”

Dean’s facial expression showed his clear lack of amusement at your jest and he swatted your hand away, smoothing the material down and doing up the buttons on both jacket and overcoat.

“Ha ha. Smart alec. I haven’t worn a clip-on tie since I was in junior high.” He motioned you towards the motel room, prodding at your back. “Come on, let’s get a move on, I’m starving and I know you’ll be more nice and less sass once you get coffee.” You forced down the grin that threatened to erupt as he continued to push and poke you into the room to get ready for the day.

Later that afternoon you found yourself being thrown across the space of a cabin where you and Dean had literally stumbled across what you were hunting: a ghoul. Sam had gone to do a little more research while you and Dean went to talk to the wife of a victim. Instead of an interview, what you got was a ghoul biting into one Molly Monroe while she was tied up to a chair.

Having faced this particular brand of creature before, Dean moved into action, yelling orders at you. You needed to find something to decapitate the creature with. As the elder Winchester fought off the ghoul that had taken the form of the victims dead husband, you moved to untie the woman, checking for a pulse as her eyes fluttered open.

“Dean, she’s still alive!”

“Good, get her out of here!” He groaned as he was slammed into a wall.

“You’re insane, I’m not leaving you here!”

He cursed as he dodged a punch and threw one of his own. “Machete’s in the trunk, get her the hell outta here!”

Landing a kick that sent the ghoul stumbling back a step, Dean managed to pull out the car keys and throw them in your direction. You scrambled for them, then slung Molly’s arm across your shoulders, turning towards the door to get to the impala. You made it halfway there when Dean was literally tossed into the two of you, sending the three of you sprawling into a heap. Dean was the first to his feet, charging at the ghoul and throwing another punch. They grappled for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few moments as you tried to help Molly stand. She was losing blood from a neck bite and looked pale.

A lamp that Dean had grabbed to use as a makeshift weapon smashed against the floor when it was knocked from his hand, taking your attention once more from the woman you were supposed to be helping. You watched as the ghoul grabbed him by the throat and threw him back against the wall. He dropped to the floor, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Dean!”  You screamed, and the ghoul turned it’s gaze onto you.

With a quickness that made you blink, the monster was upon you, yanking you away from Molly and tossing you in the direction of your hunting partner. You stumbled down, landing hard on your knees and making your teeth rattle. You reached out to Dean, hands tugging at the lapels of his coat.

“Dean! Dean, wake up!” Your fingers reached up into his dark hair, checking for blood and trying to ignore how soft it was. Now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts. “Come on, Dean, you gotta wake up!”

Taking the opportunity of your distraction, the ghoul had grabbed up Molly, biting into her again. She let out a scream that tapered off into a gurgling sound as she lost her life.  Your head turned in time to see it all take place and you cursed loudly.

“Fuck!” From next to you, Dean groaned and opened his eyes.

“Jesus, I’m getting tired of being thrown into- Damnit!” He had looked beyond you and seen the monster eating away at Molly. “Y/N, come on, move!”  He pushed at you, but you couldn’t seem to make yourself move. You were transfixed, eyes wide with equal parts horror and guilt. The ghoul lifted his head, looking at the two of you for a split second. He dropped Molly’s now lifeless body and disappeared out the door with preternatural speed.

“Son of a bitch!” Moving around you, Dean followed the ghoul, but came back in a few moments later, shaking his head. “It’s gone… and so is she.” He added as he crouched down, eyeing the woman.

You were quiet, a trembling hand reaching up to cover your mouth as you watched Dean shake his head, a grimace twisting the soft lines of his lips. His gaze lifted to you and he opened his mouth to speak when the wail of police sirens reached both your ears. Someone had heard the noise of the fight and called the cops. You were pulled to your feet by strong hands and then shaken lightly.

“Oh God... what did I do?” You whispered, hands dropping to your sides, unable to look anywhere else but the body on the floor.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N. Get it together. We can’t take off now, the locals are too close. I’ll do most of the talking. You got me?”

You finally looked away from Molly’s still form, away from the blood that pooled around her and up at Dean, into his green eyes that you loved so much. You should have listened to him and gotten her out of here. He gripped your shoulders tightly, his jaw set in a hard line as he waited for your answer, the sirens growing louder by the second to fill the silence between you. Finally, you nodded, unable to give him the verbal response he was looking for. He loosened his hold on you, but pulled you to the outskirts of the room, in plain view of the doorway for when the boys in blue would undoubtedly come in on high alert. Next to you, Dean let out a deep sigh, eyes flickering between the door and your subdued form. It was going to be a long day.

The burn of alcohol had never been something that appealed much to you, even though most hunters swore by it to cure anything and everything. But after Dean had worked his charm on the local PD and convinced them that neither of you were the ones to kill Molly, you could think of no better way to spend your evening than downing more than your share of one form of liquor or another. Molly was dead because of you. Because, instead of getting her out of the house and to the car, you had abandoned her and checked on Dean. Dean. After leaving the crime scene, he was mostly silent towards you. He had called Sam to tell him what had transpired and that they still had a ghoul to find and kill. The three of you had regrouped, gone out looking, but came up empty handed. So, the last stop at the end of the night was a hole in the wall bar. You broke away from the brothers and sat at the bar, paying up front for a bottle to be left next to your shot glass.

You were officially drunk when someone sat down next to you and the scent of leather and gun oil assaulted your senses. His warm hand came to rest lightly on the wrist that held the shot glass as you poured more of the amber liquid into it.

“I think you’ve had enough, kid. Maybe you should go sleep this off instead of pickling your liver.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you.” The response came sharper than you intended as you pulled your hand from beneath his and tossed back the whiskey before letting the glass drop to the bar top with a solid thunk.

Dean’s head jerked back for a moment, but when he realized how far gone you were, he just shook his head and pulled both bottle and glass out of your reach, then wrapped his hand around your upper arm. “Okay, I probably deserved that. But you’re done. Come on Y/N.” Hauling you up from your seat, your legs were unsteady as the room tilted at an angle.

“Let me go, Dean!”

“No. You’re coming with me.”  His grip was too strong for you to fight in your inebriated state and you held your tongue as he manhandled you into the car to the short drive back to the motel room. Sam, who had stood by silently the entire time, kept giving you glances as you sat in the back seat, looking out the window with an unreadable expression on your face.

Dean grabbed your arm once more to guide you into the motel. This time you put up more of a fight, twisting and tugging until he finally let you go once you both crossed the threshold.

“Damnit Dean, what is your problem?”

“My problem?! You’re the one who’s drinking herself into a hell of a hangover in the morning, sweetheart, not me.”

Sam, who had just closed the door on the cold night air, saw that the two of you were about to start a fight, mumbled something about grabbing a soda from the machine and stepped back out, closing the door with a soft click. Neither you nor Dean paid him any attention.

“Yeah, well it’s my head, Winchester, my liver and I’ll do with it as I damn well please.”

Dean shook his head, letting his temper flare as you stared him down.

“Well if you had just listened to what I said and gotten out of the house when I told you to, we wouldn’t be in this mess and that lady would be alive!”

“You think I don’t know that!?” You yelled at him, your arms spreading wide at your sides. “I feel fucking awful Dean! The innocents always come first and I forgot about that for two seconds and now a woman is dead because of me!”  Tears began to blur your vision of him as he curled his hands into fists at his sides.

“Then why didn’t you listen to me?” He snapped back at you, shrugging his shoulders. “Huh? You knew what you had to do and you didn’t. Instead you- what- you check on me? You know I can handle myself, Y/N. How could have been so stupid as to-”

“I went to you because I love you, you stupid idiot!” You hadn’t meant to interrupt him, but the shout that came out of you opened up the floodgate. In vino veritas, they say.

“I have been in love with you almost since the day I met you, okay? I love you Dean. From your stupid jokes to the pop culture references you make that always seem to surprise Sam. The way you look at me in the rearview mirror of the impala when we banter back and forth. I love that you always get my favorite candy bar when we stop for gas on the especially long drives. I am in love with you. And when that ghoul threw you into the wall today, I thought for a second that you weren’t okay. All thoughts of protecting Molly just disappeared because I had to make sure that you were alright.”

The tears had started to fall halfway through your little declaration. Fat drops rolled down your cheeks, dampening your shirt.  Dean, who had gone completely still as you yelled at him, was silent now. His mouth opened and shut, trying and failing to form words. You took in his silence, letting it wash over you, in your alcohol muddied mind, as his rejection. Seconds ticked by, feeling like an eternity, and when he finally spoke, you wished you’d never said anything at all.

“You… You can’t let your feelings get in the way of a job. That’s one of the first rules. Otherwise innocent people wind up dead. Just like today.” His hand wiped across his face, like he was having to deal with a troublesome child. “You should lie down and sleep this off. We’ve got work to do in the morning.” He deep voice sounded flat to you, and when he spoke, he didn’t even look in your direction.

Dean gave you a wide berth as he stepped around you and into the bathroom, shutting the door just as Sam came back in. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you avoided his eyes, swaying as you headed for the couch that was supposed to be a pull out. You didn’t even take your shoes off as you collapsed onto it, facing the back and clumsily pulling the itchy blanket from the arm over yourself. You thought you heard Sam call your name for a moment, but you closed your eyes, ignoring everything and let yourself pass out. You hoped this would all be a bad dream in the morning.

And I will feel the power But you won’t No, you won’t

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