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unheavs · 11 months
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i still don’t know what to call her 
hair by @daylifesims // nose piercing //  necklace by @pralinesims // hoodie by @babyetears // tattoo by @myshunosun
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ssspringroll · 2 months
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A himbo, as promised
This look is what happens when you try to be Y2K but youve only ever seen Earth in vintage tourism brochures
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wigglebox · 2 years
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i surface from time to time waving the chuck won theory flag and i’m back again babeyyyyy
*the following is an utter denial of that heaven endgame and that cas is there so if you don’t agree with that then this post may not be for you! 
Let’s talk about this shot. 
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This shot... makes me feral. Especially knowing 15x04 was the first episode they shot for the season. 
This shot is why I just cannot accept the fact that they are actually in Heaven, nor that Cas is there. 
Let’s start here. The fireplace mantle.
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This mantle is like an adult toy shelf. We’ve already been in Becky’s space where she’s creating things that are like “toys”. They’re models, sets, other merch items. But here, it’s all decoration. You have funko pop stuff action figures — toys. It’s all toys up there. It’s a toy shelf. 
While they’re talking about Chuck getting his motivation and inspiration back, he takes the little Sam one down, fiddles with it, and puts it back in the opposite direction. 
There is also some Cas ones up there.
It’s a toy shelf. 
A lot of folks will say that the presence of Cas at that Road House means he’s in Heaven, but in my one on one with Misha he said that Jimmy was supposed to be dressed as Cas. 
To me, this plays into the theory that Chuck just cannot control Cas whatsoever and it’s only gotten worse as time goes on. He can’t even create a fake Cas. The only way to do so is to pull over his vessel who’s in Heaven and dress him like Cas. The last time we saw Jimmy he was not wearing the coat and tie. So putting him in this outfit would have really signaled to us that something is wrong. 
More on that in a bit. Stick a pin in that. It’s a big reason why I don’t believe Cas is with Dean by the end, nor do I want him to be. 
But going back to the toy shelf — look at this at the end. 
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I always forget her family photo is on this toy shelf. 
In talking with friends about the Chuck Won theory, I use the metaphor of Chuck putting Dean and Sam up on the ‘toy shelf’ bc he’s done playing with them. Much like this toy shelf here. 
But that does not mean they’re dead. And this family portrait up there is why. 
Chuck by the end of the episode Thanos’ed Becky’s family and then her. But before he dusts her, they have this exchange:
BECKY: No! The kids.
CHUCK: Oh, don’t worry. They’re not dead. They’re just away.
Sam and Dean aren’t dead, they’re just away. They’re put back up on the shelf. Chuck is done with them.
The shelf itself? The Empty. 
My poor friends have had to listen to me ramble and rant about this theory that Chuck and The Empty were working together, and that’s how Chuck managed to get the plot going in his favor. 
This right here is why I think that. 
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The Chess Board TM 
Right now the game is not in play. Everyone is set at their starting positions, where they know to be. The position that esablishes their role. Chuck at this point in the narrative doesn’t know where to go or how to start in that direction, so the game is not yet in motion. 
But there’s a chessboard regardless right in the foreground of the shot [thanks jackles] and that’s another metaphor I keep mumbling about to my poor friends. 
If the toy shelf is The Empty, then the chess board is Chuck’s plan; his game. 
In constantly thinking about the Chuck Won theory, I think about who’s left on the field — and no one is. 
Chuck managed to get rid of every threat against him by the end of the show. And, if he’s in cahoots with The Empty, then he knows about Cas’ deal. He knows he can’t tell Cas what to do, but he can put Cas in a situation that’d force him to act. 
So now we got:
Billie — who already didn’t like the brothers, Dean in particular all that much, antagonized against Dean after Dean hits her with the thingy thing she has idk I can’t spell it. Chuck starts dusting people, Dean thinks it’s her. They have a forced hostile relationship, thus putting Dean in a lot of danger. Chuck knows the only way to contain her is to get the Empty down there to get her but there’s no way to do that — unless —
Cas — Putting Dean in a situation where his life is in danger like that would automatically cause Cas to respond. Chuck may not be able to control him but ‘too much heart’ was always Cas’ problem, and while it’s a strength it’s also a weakness that can be exploited at times. So, put Dean in a position where he’s about to die, Cas is going to call The Empty down to get Billie and sacrifice himself in order to save Dean. 
So now Chuck got rid of two threats and they’re gonna be kept there by The Empty who’s working with him. 
Jack — The Empty, working with Chuck, is leading Billie on a little bit with this plan that Jack can be Thee Solution TM but here’s how to do it. However, the plan wasn’t actually to defeat Chuck, it was to prime a vessel for him. If you can’t beat Jack, join him — by... possessing him. In my opinion, this season was about preparing Jack to be a vessel, not to defeat Chuck. Why I think this is because Jack had a monolouge at the end of 1519, but the ‘villain’ in 15x20, Jenny, had 8 words. Jack to Chuck is the villain. But also, ironically, Chuck is the villain to OUR protagonists, and Chuck also knows that. So Jack-Chuck got the monologue, and said ‘Chuck [myself] wrote himself into the narrative, that was his mistake.’ So essentially, Chuck nabbed himself a new ride and is off to the races. 
Amara — Chuck appealed to her sense of love for humanity and this idea of love as a weakness in general and basically silver tongued his way into getting her to join up with him. How on earth did the boys defeat Chuck when he’s literally at full power now? But anyways. 
Michael — I don’t think Michael was AS big of a threat but likely Chuck knew that Michael could be talked into doing the right thing by Adam. But literally just in case as an insurance policy, he feeds Michael and pulls down Lucifer to feed to Jack so Jack can get strengthened up. Adam, his moral compass, is also gone, making it easier. 
Dean, Sam — Just... put them back on the toy shelf. They believe they defeated the bad guy, and just go back to life as normal. Almost way too normal. Like a deep regression. Get Dean out of the way first bc his death was always going to be tragic bc Chuck likes that shit. Sam can live his little life or whatever and then he can bite the big one and go join Dean and they have no idea that they aren’t, actually, in Heaven or reality at all. 
So that’s the chessboard cleared, and Chuck’s calling Check Mate. 
*another side tangent — a lot of folks write off 15x01 to 15x03 but if you take into consideration what was going on, in a broad sense, you get a bunch of souls, trapped in a bubble, trying to escape. And wouldn’t that just be fitting for a continuation? 
Some other things I wanted to note:
I don’t believe Cas is in heaven. For one thing, narrative wise, makes no sense. There’s no Empty rescue, there’s no reason to believe he got out on his own. The Empty CAN hold humans, they just don’t default to The Empty. But Billie threatened to throw them in there so — The Empty can hold humans so even Cas’ fading grace wouldn’t have had an impact. In all the times Cas has died we have had to wait a very long time to see him again. There’s just one time, the season 5 finale, where we didn’t. Otherwise: Season 4-5 hiatus, Season 7, Season 7-8 hiatus, season 12-13 hiatus and subsequent episodes etc etc. To me, bringing Cas back for 15x20 kind of dulls the impact of 1518 which was just one episode prior. There’s just 15x19 between them [and no even if there was a 22-23 episode season it’s still not enough time]. There’s no effort made to get him. Plot beat wise, it makes literally no sense for him to just magically appear like haha hey waddup it’s ya boi skinny penis 
But also, going along with the Chuck Won theory — Bobby had said that ‘Cas helped’ Jack fix up Heaven. How... in the fuck... did Jack get Cas out of The Empty? How. The Empty hates HATES both of them. ABSOLUTELY Hates them. 
Also, Jack said basically he was going to be hands off, and I’d imagine that includes plucking people down from The Empty. 
However, you know who does pluck people out of The Empty? Chuck. Though no, I don’t think Chuck took Cas out of The Empty either. 
But also, The Empty is loud! Everything is awake! We have no reason to believe it’s not because we weren’t given evidence that anything happened up there. Where we left off was: Cas and Billie taken ALIVE to The Empty which is awake and loud now. Nothing else. 
And Jack MADE it loud. The Empty hates Jack, The Empty hates that Cas keeps getting away — they’re not going to just walk in and walk out. 
So that made no sense to me. 
But also on another note: In 15x02 they managed to sneak in that VERY pointed and thematic line of “You asked what about this is real? We are” from Cas. 
Cas is the ONLY one who has escaped the narrative. It’s why Chuck hates him so much. Cas is the beacon of ‘real’. He’s the truth, he’s the antithesis of Chuck. He’s the Free Will guy and Chuck is the Puppet Strings Guy. 
The reason why, if the Chuck Won theory is correct, I don’t want Cas in “Heaven” is because I don’t want Dean to ever EVER EVER question if Cas is real or not. I don’t want him, if Cas is rescued and they all live happily ever after, to constantly be worried at night that he’s still locked up somewhere and whatever is happening isn’t actually happening. 
Cas has to remain this beacon of truth. Chuck can’t recreate him or make an imitation. Cas has to be able to exist as someone Dean can look at and go ‘Real’. So if Chuck Won is correct, and they’re really not in heaven and it’s all a mirage to placate the boys, then I don’t want Cas there. 
I don’t want Cas, The Truth, Reality, to ever be anything other than that. 
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an0nymousghost · 2 years
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TRIPS #3
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hellsitegenetics · 2 months
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I beseech you to please do the navy seal copypasta:
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yooniesim · 4 months
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Small Simblr Saturday Appreciation Post 💜
Hey y'all! Since @tau1tvec came up with the idea for this event, I thought I'd shout out some of my personal favorite always free creators :)
To start it off though, you know I gotta recommend @alwaysfreecc, the finds blog currently managed by myself, @superflare, @nicatnite88, and @toastie-sim! We only reblog cc creators that are always free (no exclusive or early access) and use the tag #alwaysfreecc to find your posts! If you're an always free cc creator, please use the tag and/or mention the finds blog so we can get your catalog reblogged there 😌 now, onto the list~!
@xiuminuwu - a creator I've really been loving lately! they have a variety of cute cc, including poses and unique, fashionable clothing~
@hexcodesims - a very underrated creator with tons of clothing edits for masc frame sims, I also love their big bud press palette~
@herecirmsims - makes amaaaazing unique poses for a variety of situations
@adelarsims - has awesome ideas that you wouldn't think of, amazing variety of cc like hello
@janjumjam - adorable cc for kids, gives me happy feels and nostalgia
@ceeproductions - some of my fav cc on this site, great variety for both masc and fem frame
@powluna - super cute items for kiddos... a staple in the mods folder
@ssspringroll - occult cc for daysss, cool sliders and presets, they got it all
@nicatnite88 - yes I'm biased, but the variety and hustle cannot be denied, just look at the amount of cc!
@bobnewbie - hairs, facial hairs, accessories, gorgeous sims... what else could you want?
@darlyssims - UNIQUE. really cool ideas for hairs, accessories, and more
@cliffirem - clothes and hairs with an alt twist i really enjoy
@sammi-xox - beautiful skinblends and super useful skin details
@warwickroyals - gorgeous formalwear, especially good for all you royal simblrs!
@marsosims - cute cute cute all over... hairs, clothes, even build/buy cc!! we stan
@whyhellosims - lots of stuff for kids, build buy cc, and a slant of humor!
@creamlattedream - masc cc staple in this house, lots of cute recolors and casual wear
@pluto-sims - the cutest patterns EVER, adorable kids clothing, posters and walls~
@deathpoke1qa - unique is my word for the day bc my lord... it's popping off! alt staples you can't miss
@icchixxxxxx1 - hairs hairs hairs... and more cute hairs! if you like the cutesy anime look but still mm, go here
@mellosakicc - so. many. t-shirts. but also other clothing, tats, and hairs! another alt cc maker with work ethic for days
@whirliko - cute bright recolors... we have no choice but to stan the pop of color
@shandir - conversions, historical, occult, variety... hello??? get going
@mangosimoothie - the ideas are popping... once again things that would never pop into my brain but are brilliant... just go look and see what I mean
@igorstory - facial hair... a totally unrepresented niche of sims cc.. I have all their stuff... download it
@madameriasims4 - CLASSICS. STAPLES. I use their clothes all the time and they also got build/buy stuff.
@aniraklova - alt & punk vibes to the tippy top, fallout, chains, mohawks, whats not to love??
@pixelunivairse - ONE OF MY FAVS. use their cc constantly for my fem frame sims. uses tons of cute patterns that I love
@demondare-sims - cas cc i love, I use it pretty much every time I play, mm and practical
@fiftymilehighclub - talking about work ethic, it's here... so many recolors in bomb palettes that you'll never download them all... or can you??? try
@sforzcc - retired from cc making, but I gotta recommend, bc I use their wardrobe sooo much... brilliant
@casteru/@woosteru - also retired, but same as #16, I use their cc every day!
@xldkx-cc - am I just listing staples of my mods folder now? yes!! I am not biased!! go and get all that cas cc and poses and deco sims NOW!!
@a-luckyday - if you don't know ms a luckyday poses u have not lived in life!! they have a huge amount of them, solo, couple, group, accessories, and more
@gothoffspring - really cute and vibey recolors, I use them a lot, also some build buy items too!!
@jellymoo - we love the clothing... mm aesthetic to the core and cute af
@gladlypants - lotsa adorable items I adore, variety of patterns too
@birksche - tons, I mean TONS of hairs bro, years worth, always free... a treasure trove
@teekalu - supreme maxis match, vanilla vibes that are so lovely... ideal for low cc players
@honeyssims4 - poses, honey!!! the variety will shock you. and they ALL look good
@sewerwolfx - really cool stuff with alt style, some recolors and some from SCRATCH, we love to see it
@historysims4 - historical cc from many different eras!! iconic
@hamsterbellbelle - some of the most unique scifi cc i ever seen... idk how they even make some of that stuff! must see
@surely-sims - beautiful legendary amazing gorgeous never been done before... their fallout inspired cc made me weep and almost solely furnished one of my households, work
...annnndddd I hit my limit!!! I guess thats it for now but maybe a part two... 😉
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roosterforme · 1 year
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Batting Practice Part 8 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: A lazy Sunday at the park with you and Everett has Bradley wondering why he ever thought this wasn’t what he wanted. When work keeps you away from practice during the week, he’s desperate to see you and get you alone for a proper date.
Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing (eventually 18+)
Length: 3500 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader
Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.
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Bradley texted you on Sunday morning, asking for your address, insisting he come pick you and Everett up. He could have just looked it up in the coaching portal online, but he wanted you to send it to him instead.
When he pulled up in front of your house, he saw Everett come running out the front door. "Hey, kiddo," Bradley called as he got out of the Bronco.
"Coach! I have my glove all ready, and my mom is finishing her makeup, because she said she wants to look nice today!"
Bradley grinned and let Everett take him by the hand. "I kind of think your mom always looks nice," Bradley mumbled, and then there you were, stepping out onto your front porch with a bright smile. 
You were wearing a cropped tee shirt and black leggings, and Bradley's mind took him back to making out with you yesterday. 
"Hi, Coach," you said, wiggling your fingers at him as you walked down the steps.
Suddenly he had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to refrain from calling you Kitten? Did you really expect him to keep his lips away from you right now? 
"I missed you," he told you, and even though he hadn't meant to say it, it was true. 
"I saw you yesterday," you said with a soft laugh. "We spent a lot of time together in the kitchen."
"Not enough."
Bradley noticed Everett was looking between the two of you with curious interest. "Did you really bring Gatorade? Can we ride in your car?" Everett asked. 
"Yeah, I really brought Gatorade. And yes, we can ride in my car."
"We'd have to put the booster seat in the back?" you asked cautiously. 
So Bradley ended up with a car seat in the back of his Bronco, something he never imagined would have ever been happening. And then he drove all three of you to the park. 
When he reached across the seat and let his hand settle on top of yours, you bit your lip, and turned your hand palm side up, lacing your fingers with his.
"Hey, Kitten?" he asked softly as he pulled into the park. You turned to face him right away, your eyes unguarded. "Thanks for letting me do this."
Bradley parked and climbed out of the Bronco before helping you and then Everett out as well.
"Okay, your mom's got a lot to learn today," Bradley told Everett, handing him a bag of gear. "Think we can help her out? She doesn't even know what a catcher's mitt is."
Everett laughed and tossed his head back. "She doesn't know what a slider is either. She just didn't want to tell you that."
"Ev, I'm standing right here," you told your son, running your fingers along his hair. But you were looking at Bradley and smirking. "And I do know what a slider is, because I watched a video on YouTube."
"Aww, come on, Kitten. You're killing me," Bradley said, handing you three bottles of cold Gatorade. "YouTube? You need some first hand experience, and Ev and I are your guys."
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You weren't sure how to feel about Bradley calling you Kitten in front of your son, but every time he said it, you felt a little silly. 
"Is this the catcher's mitt?" you asked, picking up a dusty, brown thing and holding it up.
"Sure it. Go ahead and put it on." Bradley said as he got a regular baseball glove on Everett's hand.
You thought it was too big for your hand, but you put it on anyway, waving the mitt at them. "Okay, I'm ready!"
Bradley handed Everett a baseball and jogged over to where you were standing. "Hell no, you're not, Kitten. Gotta protect that pretty face." He bent down and rummaged in the bag a little more, pulling out a weird looking mask and another Phillies cap.
"You're going to make me wear that?" you asked with a smile as he approached you. 
Bradley turned to look over his shoulder to where Everett was tossing the ball into the air and catching it a few feet away. Then he turned back and kissed your lips softly. "Told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. I meant it."
He looked serious now, and you wondered if his words had a dual meaning. 
"Now, let's get this cap on you first," he said, pushing your hair back behind your ears and setting it backwards on your head. "Oh, what do you know... you look cute with a backwards hat, too."
You scrunched up your nose in embarrassment, but he laughed and eased the catcher's mask over your head, securing it in place. "Perfect."
"Ready?" Everett called, starting to sound impatient. Meanwhile you wanted Bradley to keep touching you and telling you about your pretty face. 
"Yeah, kiddo," Bradley called. "Just getting your mom in position." He looked down at you, wrapping both hands around your hips and guiding you back a few steps. 
"Here?" you asked softly when he stopped moving you around. 
"Yep," he whispered, squeezing you through your leggings. "Now, squat down like this." 
You tried to imitate what he was doing, but you were getting distracted by the way his thighs looked as his gym shorts rode up higher on his legs.
"That's good," he told you before he stood up again. "Now do your best to catch them," Bradley said, grabbing a few more balls from his gear bag. "Everett and I will go easy on you. Won't we, kiddo?"
Your heart swelled as you watched Everett grin up at Bradley and laugh. "Yeah, but only at first mom!" he called out to you.
"Oh great, thanks a lot." But they weren't even listening to you. And now you could only focus on Bradley as demonstrated the correct pitching posture a few times for Everett. He was all flexing muscles and rippling biceps, and meanwhile your thighs were already starting to hurt. 
"Here comes your first pitch!" he warned, winding up and sending the baseball directly into the mitt on your hand.
You jumped up in shock, still holding it. "I caught it!"
Everett was cheering, and Bradley winked at you. "Nice one, Kitten."
After you caught a few more and tossed them back, you were feeling so confident. Then you managed to catch most of the pitches that Everett threw as well, even though you had to really reach for some of them. 
"So, which one do you like better? The slider or the curveball?" Bradley asked Everett after a while, and you stood up, barely even able to feel your thighs now. 
"Slider!"
"Me too," Bradley agreed, getting a high five from Everett. "And guess what. That's the harder one to throw, so you're already advanced."
"No way!"
As you watched them interacting with each other, you wished you could have this in your life every Sunday. Maybe a late breakfast after lounging in bed with Bradley while Everett watched cartoons. Some time at the park, and then dinner.
All the things you never quite got to have with Danny felt somehow more attainable with Bradley. Which was really scary to you.
You cleared your throat and tossed the catcher's mitt toward the bag before trying to remove the mask, but Bradley was already on his way over to help you. 
"Will you let Ev and I treat you to some ice cream as a thank you?" 
He swiped his fingers along your jaw when he removed the mask, but he left his backwards hat on your head. "I would love that."
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The ice cream shop was packed with people out enjoying the perfect San Diego spring day, but Bradley didn't mind waiting. You were standing in front of him while Everett bounced around a bit and kept asking questions.
"Will you pitch balls with me again?" Everett asked, looking up at Bradley.
"Of course, little man. You've gotta practice if you want to keep getting better." Bradley felt you lean back against him slightly, and he let his hand rest just above your ass. He was stroking the soft skin of your lower back with his thumb and running his fingers along your leggings. You turned and briefly rubbed your cheek against his chest, just like a kitten, and he wrapped his arm around you a little tighter. 
"And can you show me a fastball too? And a changeup?" Everett asked, just before it was time to order.
"Not my strongest pitches, but for you, sure, kiddo. I would love to embarrass myself in front of your mom."
Everett was glancing between the two of you again as you said, "Have you forgotten that I had to watch YouTube videos about pitches? You think I'm going to know the difference?" You were looking up at Bradley and laughing, and he wanted more than anything to kiss you. 
"You looked like a world class catcher today. Could have fooled me, Kitten."
Bradley tried to pay for the three ice cream cones, but you had Everett drag him away to a small bench while you paid. He sat side by side on the bench with Everett, waiting for you. 
"Hey Coach, do you think my mom is pretty?"
Bradley froze with his ice cream cone halfway to his mouth and watched Everett try to eat his strawberry scoop before it melted. 
"I think your mom is beautiful."
"Do you like her? I told you she was cool."
Bradley nodded as he watched you make your way over with your own cone. "She's the coolest, kiddo. Here, make some room for her to sit with us." Bradley picked Everett up with one arm and plopped him down on his thigh, and then you eased into the spot next to him.
"Thanks for the ice cream," Bradley told you softly. 
You grinned at him and Everett on his lap. "Any time you want to treat Ev and I to a day in the park, I'll be more than happy to treat you to some ice cream, Coach."
Bradley finished his cone and then let Everett ask him a bunch of baseball related questions while his strawberry scoop melted. He watched it drip on his jeans, but he didn't really care. 
"Ev, eat faster! It's melting onto Coach," you scolded, jumping up to get some napkins.
Bradley tried to stop you, telling you it would come out in the laundry, but you insisted on wiping up the ice cream which landed basically right where his dick was. So he slid Everett into the spot you vacated while you bent down and tried your best to clean him up.
"Kitten," he rasped. "Please. It's okay." If you kept rubbing him, he was going to get hard. On a bench. In front of your son.
"Are you sure?" you asked, and your hand paused on his thigh as he nodded at you. "Danny would have had a living fit."
Bradley took your hand and rubbed it with his thumb. "Yeah, well, I'm not Danny."
You looked at him as you stood up tall again. "Ain't that the truth," you mumbled, but your eyes stayed on his. 
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When Bradley walked you and Everett up to your porch, you watched Ev hug him tight. "See you at practice tomorrow?"
"Yep, see you tomorrow," Bradley replied, messing up his hair before Everett went inside. 
"Thanks for today," you whispered as Bradley's big hands settled on your hips. "That meant a lot to him."
"I had fun," Bradley said with a smile as he pulled you a little closer to him. You let your hands rest on his broad chest, and a little gasp escaped your lips before you were even kissing him. But then you were, and it felt so good. His lips were gentle, and his hands were firm, and your body wanted more.
"Can't wait to see which sexy pantsuit you wear to practice tomorrow, Kitten," he mumbled against your neck, prickling you with his mustache. 
You giggled as his lips made their way down to the top of your shirt. "I'm not going to be there tomorrow."
He paused and asked, "Why not?"
"I have a late meeting. Molly is going to take him to practice. And speaking of Molly..."
"Yeah?" Bradley asked, looking at you with a small grin. "What did your reliable sister who is more than willing to watch Everett for you have to say?"
You started giggling again, and Bradley pulled you so your body was flush with his. You knew you were on your front porch, and you knew Ev could pop back outside at any time. But you let Bradley hold you, because you wanted him to. 
"Molly said she can watch him on Friday night. If you feel like going out?"
"Fuck, yes," he said, kissing your cheek. "I have it all planned. Let me know when to pick you up."
You felt warm inside for the rest of the evening, because Bradley would be yours on Friday night. No sharing him with Everett or Sandra or Coach Bob or the other kids on the team. All yours.
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Bradley really missed you at Monday's practice. He had nobody to look at on the bleachers. The few times he glanced over, his heart skipped a beat, because Molly did look quite a bit like you. But then he just sighed in disappointment. 
He did, however, notice that Bob was looking toward your sister with some frequency. That was interesting. He would definitely have to ask Bob about that later on. 
Bradley wasn't even surprised when Bob suddenly joined him to walk Everett and Molly to the parking lot when practice ended. Bradley ended up trailing behind the two of them with Everett on his shoulders, watching them chat the whole way. 
"Hey, Everett," Bradley asked. "Does your Aunt Molly have a boyfriend?"
"Not anymore," Everett replied. "She told me she had to break up with Casey because he was tiny, but I don't really get it because he was really tall."
Bradley had to bite his lip to prevent himself from laughing out loud. "Oh, okay. Poor Casey," Bradley muttered. 
Bradley helped get Everett settled in Molly's car before heading to his Bronco to text you. He noticed that Bob was still hanging out with Molly after he had walked away, and he could occasionally hear Molly's laughter. Lord, she thought he was funny! Hopefully he was bigger than Casey. 
Bradley thought about mentioning Bob and Molly to you, but he thought better of it. 
Kitten, I missed you today. Are you still in your meeting? Are you coming to practice on Thursday?
Bradley watched Molly pull out of the parking lot, waving to Bob as she went. "Bob! Come here!" Bradley called out his open window. He watched his friend turn around and head his way.
"What's up?" Bob asked him, leaning against the side of the Bronco. Bradley just smirked at him, and almost instantly, Bob started blushing. Bradley smirked harder, and Bob adjusted his glasses and rubbed the back of his neck. "I noticed her when she came to practice last time, too. Are you going to make fun of me for having a crush on her?"
Bradley started laughing. "Not at all. She's really nice. And Everett said his Aunt Molly is single."
"Is she really?" Bob asked softly as a grin spread across his face. 
"Yep. The kid is a wealth of information."
Bob just mumbled something and walked away with a wave, leaving Bradley alone as you texted him back.
You sent a selfie of you smiling in what Bradley assumed was your office. He could see your cream colored lace top peeking out of your gray suit coat.
Kitten. I should not find your business attire this sexy, baby.
Once again, instead of responding with text, you send him another photo, one in which you had removed your suit coat. Bradley was staring at your tits straining against your lacy tank top, nipples peaked against the delicate looking fabric. You were smirking at him. 
Fuck, his mind took him to your office, you sitting in your chair with his face buried in your pussy. He'd eat you until you were screaming. 
It's not nice to tease, Kitten.
He was now sitting in the parking lot at the ballfield with an erection, and he wasn't even surprised. He started up the Bronco and drove home where he could take care of himself. 
By Thursday, when he laid eyes on you at tee ball practice, it was like he finally felt his body relax. Everett bounded over to him as usual before going to greet Bob, but Bradley was watching you try to change into your old sneakers while you walked through the grass. You were wearing your tight, black skirt again, and your hair was pulled up off of your neck.
"Jesus," he mumbled before fielding some questions from Sandra and the other moms about the upcoming schedule.
When you were seated on the bleachers, and practice was about to begin, Bradley debated heading your way and giving you a kiss on your cheek, but Bob was already blowing his whistle to start practice. 
Bradley watched you raise your hand from your lap and wiggle your fingers at him, moutching, "Hi, Coach," while you smirked.
Alone. He'd get you alone tomorrow. He loved Everett, but he was antsy to really get to be with you. But he could wait one more day to kiss you and taste your skin. So he just winked and joined Bob near home plate. 
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Practice was pretty typical on Thursday, except now your body was humming the whole time. You knew exactly what Coach Bradley's lips tasted like. You know how heavy his hands felt on your hips. You knew how he smelled and sounded when he was right in front of you, teasing your body.
"Tara, I can't stop thinking about the swim party last weekend. Both coaches shirtless? A literal dream come true."
"Same. And I'm one thousand percent sure Coach Bradley flirted with me when I was getting a slice of pizza."
You wanted to snort. You were standing five feet away from him the entire time he'd been in the clubhouse getting pizza, and neither of those moms had been anywhere near him. 
But it didn't matter, because as soon as practice ended and you were helping Everett change out of his cleats, Bradley made his way over to both of you, right in front of everyone just like he always did. 
"Nice hustle today, kiddo," he told Everett, earning him a high five. 
You looked up at Bradley over your shoulder as you tucked Everett's cleats into his gear bag. He reached down to help you stand, and his other hand brushed along your butt. 
"I expect a nice hustle out of you tomorrow night," you told him, giggling as his eyes went wide. "It's going to be our first date and all."
He just shook his head, walking up to the parking lot with Everett between you both. "Nope. It's our third," he said.
"What? No, our first!" you insisted, trying to keep the conversation vague for your son's ears. You still weren't convinced that going out with his tee ball coach was your best move, but you couldn't stop yourself now. 
"Snack bar was our first. Now, I wasn't on my best game, but you did come back for round two with baseball in the park."
You were cracking up now. He considered soft pretzels and an outing with Everett to be dates? Oh, you were going to melt. You'd never make it. He was a single mom's dream date.
"So you don't mind that sometimes there's a tagalong?" you ask, nearing your car where it was parked next to his Bronco. 
Bradley opened the back door for Everett, gave him a fit bump and then closed it as Everett got himself buckled in. 
"I don't mind. As long as I can get Kitten alone on occasion. Really want to see your claws again."
You grabbed at his jersey, and Bradley immediately had you pushed back against your car door with his lips on yours. It was broad daylight, there were still some people in the parking lot, and Everett was in the backseat. But Bradley's hands were grabbing at your hips, and you could feel him through his thin athletic shorts as you moaned his name.
"Fuck," he gasped against your lips, kissing you hard one more time. "Get in your car, Kitten. Before I embarrass myself. I'll pick you up tomorrow night."
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Kitten and Ev plus Coach. It just makes sense! Fair warning, the next part will be for ages 18+. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!
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togrowoldinv · 1 year
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In the Dark
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
When the power goes out, Natasha tries to make the most of it
Note: This is soft Mama Nat! Inspired by me going on my 10th hour of no power at my home due to high winds and tree damage 😬 but this is all fluff! Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for updates! Enjoy!
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“No, no, no!” You shout as your computer cuts off right as you were uploading a document.
You hear feet running towards your office and Nat is at your side in seconds.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, looking you over with urgency.
“The power,” you mumble. You cross your arms and Nat chuckles a little.
“You look like our kids when you pout like that,” she says with a smirk.
“Stop being cute, Natasha. I’m upset,” you say, but you can’t help but smile.
“Come on. Let’s check on the babies,” she says.
She reaches out her hand and you take it. You’ll never get over the giddiness that her hand in yours makes you feel.
You walk to the dining room together and see that the kids are happily still doing the puzzle. All except for the youngest, Taylor, who sits in the oldest’s lap fast asleep.
“Why is it so quiet?” Belle, the second youngest girl, asks.
You and Natasha hang by the door and listen in on your children’s conversation.
“The power went out,” Ali answers.
“What does that mean?” She asks. She’s at five years old and all she does is ask questions.
“Well, it’s really windy today so the power lines are probably just blown down,” Ivan explains.
“Yeah, probably some trees too,” Jack adds.
“Oh,” Belle remarks. She starts getting a little nervous. You can tell by the way she wraps her arms around herself and scoots back from the table.
Natasha steps in.
“And the power will be back in no time I’m sure,” she says, coming behind Belle to wrap her in a hug. She instantly relaxes in her embrace.
“Mama’s right. Let’s make the most of this time together, okay?” You join in.
“Okay!” Everyone agrees.
For a couple hours, the family keeps working on the puzzle. But as the night draws near you realize there isn’t much hope for the lights coming back on.
You’re brainstorming what you could make for dinner without power when there’s a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it!” Belle runs towards the door, but is stopped by Natasha. The little girl almost runs into her legs.
“Krasivaya, what did I say about opening the door without an adult?” Natasha gently scolds.
“To not do it,” Belle replies.
“Exactly,” she says. “Now come on.”
Natasha grabs her hand walks to the door. Through the peephole, she can see it’s Yelena. She gives Belle permission to open the door.
“My beautiful Belle!” Yelena immediately greets the little girl.
“Auntie Yelena!” Belle hugs her legs tightly.
“So much yelling,” Nat mumbles as she gestures for Yelena to walk inside.
“I can’t help that I’m so cool,” Yelena says. “Now I heard that you were without power, so I brought dinner.”
Natasha smiles at her sister’s thoughtfulness. She hugs her.
“You’re my hero, mini poser!” You thank her for the food with a hug. She hugs you back easily.
With the only candles you can find lit, and everyone’s phone flashlights on the table, you enjoy a family dinner in the mostly dark kitchen.
It’s full of laughs and smiles as you enjoy the time together.
“Okay kiddos, it’s time for bed,” you tell them after you’ve cleaned up dinner.
“It’s so early!”
“Yeah! Too early!” Come the grumbles from your kids.
“Okay, okay. Let’s play one round of cards and then bed?” Natasha suggests.
“Three rounds and we bet with Oreos,” Ali counters.
“I’m in!” Jack and Ivan say at the same time, resulting in a high five from each other.
“Me too!” Belle agrees, but her eyes are getting heavy. She rests heavily against Yelena’s front as the blonde holds her close. She’s always been her favorite.
“Alright alright,” you agree. “Let’s do it.”
Three rounds turns into ten rounds and you spend hours playing cards. Belle is asleep by the fourth round and everyone else is fading fast.
You decide to stop and everyone takes turns with the flashlight getting ready for bed.
“Can we have a sleepover?” Ali asks. She’s older now, but still not a fan of the dark.
“That’s a great idea, Al. Everyone grab your blankets and pillows!” You say.
The whole family lays in the living room together, some on the floor and some on the couch.
“Goodnight, my loves,” you say. A chorus of goodnights fills the room.
“Thank you for making today still so much fun, Nat,” you thank your wife, snuggling into her arms.
“Of course, detka. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You kiss her lips softly.
The power stays off as you drift to sleep, but you know for sure that the sun will rise again.
And nothing, even a citywide outage, is dark enough to keep the light that Natasha brings into this world from shining over you and your family.
She is absolutely perfect.
Your bright spot in a dark day.
And your everything.
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“papa?” jack said, walking into the living room and going straight to dean’s side of the couch. “I think it’s time.”
dean immediately sat up, nudging cas back out of his arms and moving on the couch so that jack could sit between them. jack usually went to cas when he needed help, always a call for “dad?” that cas immediately reacted to. but this time, it was something dean knew he could help with.
“time for what?” cas asked, hands settling softly on jack’s shoulder, moving towards jack’s forehead to feel for a fever.
“my tooth,” jack replied, reaching for dean’s hand.
“what?” cas said at the same time dean brushed his thumb across jack’s cheek softly.
with a grin, dean said, “buddy has had a loose tooth for days. think it’s ready for you to lose that first tooth of yours?”
jack nodded eagerly.
“how loose is it? show me those pearly whites,” dean said, peering at jack’s front tooth as the 6 year old wiggled the tooth. “perfect, looks like you’re ready kiddo,” dean said, grabbing one of the tissues from the tissue box he’d deliberately put there that morning specifically for this moment.
dean looked over jack’s head, catching his husbands eyes as cas settled back against the couch cushions, watching the exchange between dean and jack with the fondest smile. giving cas a smile of his own, dean leaned fowards and asked jack, “you’re sure you want me to do this?”
jack nodded again, giving dean that bright smile that was a mirror image of cas’. “I want it to be you,” jack said.
dean felt his heart melt in his chest. “alright, brave little bud. one little tug and it’s over. ready?” once jack gave him a thumbs up, just like he’d done for sam all those years ago, dean gently used the tissue and tugged the tooth, feeling it slide free with ease.
“awesome!” jack cheered, immediately flashing a toothless grin at dean before he turned that smile towards cas. cas smiled back, leaning forwards to press a kiss to jack’s forehead.
“time for you to go back to bed,” cas said, moving up from the couch and catching jack’s hand.
“what about my $2?” jack said, batting innocent eyes at dean.
“I’ll discuss it with the tooth fairy,” dean said, sneaking a quick kiss against cas’ cheek before grabbing jack’s other hand. “c’mon, your dad said bedtime.”
jack hummed happily all the way back to the bedroom as dean and cas tucked him back into bed. “good night dad, good night papa,” jack mumbled sleepily.
“good night sweetheart,” cas replied, dropping a kiss to jack’s forehead again.
“good night brave lil rockstar,” dean said, kissing jack on the cheek and walking out the bedroom with cas by his side.
but instead of walking them back to the living room, cas gently bumped dean into their own room and he softly kissed dean then and there in their doorway.
“what was that for?” dean asked, chasing cas’ mouth in another kiss.
cas smiled, sweet and beautiful, as he murmured, “I always knew you’d be a good dad.”
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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 8
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Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.
Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.
Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.
Chapter Warnings: Angst, fluff, some smut.
Word Count: 6,667
A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.
If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊
I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.
I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️
A/N 2: As I said in a previous post, this chapter just kicked my ass. I hope after battling with it for so long, you find it worth it. 😊
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Y/N and Dean followed Cas into the tent, curiosity hurrying their step. When they entered, Y/N went to sit beside Emma on her cot and smoothed back her daughter’s messy hair. “You were supposed to be sleeping.” She said, her tone scolding.
Emma just shrugged and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dean added some wood to the stove to warm up the tent a bit more before coming back to where Cas stood impatiently. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and lifted a hand towards Cas. 
“Okay, Cas, what do you know?”
Cas opened his mouth to speak but then looked down at Emma. “Perhaps…perhaps the child should be removed.”
Y/N felt Emma tense next to her, but before she could say anything, Dean leaned down to scoop Emma into his arms, settling her against his left side. 
“No, she’s fine.” He kissed the top of Emma’s head. “Right kiddo?” Emma nodded and beamed up at Dean before she tucked her head under his chin and snuggled into his chest.
Y/N felt like her heart might burst with happiness and warmth as she saw the evidence of the deep connection that had been forged between Dean and Emma. She was so distracted by the sweet moment that it took her a second to realize Cas was speaking to her. 
She looked over at him and shook her head. “Sorry, Cas, what did you say?”
The angel sighed heavily, and repeated himself. “I asked you how old you are.”
Thrown a bit by the question, Y/N frowned. Cas thought he understood her reluctance and tried to address it. “I realize that it's a generally accepted practice to never ask a woman her age but this is important.”
Y/N chuckled and shook her head. “No, it’s fine, Cas. I’m twenty-eight.”
The angel’s eyes lit up. “What month and year were you born?”
“Um, March 1986. Why?”
Cas clapped his hands together once. “I knew it!”
Dean seemed as confused as she was. “Cas, man, what are you talking-”
“When did Azazel die?”
Dean pulled up short as Cas interrupted him and then he was clearly wracking his memory. “Uh…I think 2006 or - no,” he corrected himself, “no, it was 2007. May 2007.” 
Cas looked back to Y/N. “And how old were you in May 2007?” 
She tried to do the math quickly, but Dean answered for her. 
“Twenty-one.” His voice was almost a whisper and it sounded full of awe. “You were twenty-one.”
Y/N stood up from the cot, tired of craning her neck to look up at the two tall men. She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and shrugged. “Yeah, that seems right. Why?”
Dean and Cas exchanged a look and then the angel’s handsome face split into another rare smile and Dean followed very quickly - a bright beautiful smile spreading across his face. It didn’t matter that Y/N had no idea what they were so excited about - Dean’s pure, unfiltered smile was like sunshine and it warmed her just as much. She couldn’t help but smile back.
Dean looked down at her, his expression full of wonder before nodding and looking back at Cas. “Yes. She was twenty-one when Yellow-Eyes died. That’s why the psychic connection was never triggered between them. By the time she turned twenty-two, he was already dead.”
Cas was nodding. “So, she has the blood in her system, hence the immunity, but -”
“None of those pesky psychic side effects.” Dean finished.
Y/N put up her hands. “Okay, you both have to stop speaking in riddles and explain what the hell you’re talking about.”
Dean shifted Emma to his other arm, so he could face Y/N easier. “The demon gave you his blood; we know that for sure because you're immune to the bite you got, and there’s no other way that could be true. But every other person I've seen with the blood in their system started getting various kinds of psychic powers as soon as they turned twenty-two. But,” he pointed at Y/N, “you don't have them.”
He smiled at Cas. “And now we know why.” 
He looked back at Y/N and his face was the happiest she'd ever seen it as he continued explaining. “Because by the time you turned twenty-two, the demon was already dead. So the psychic connection couldn't be made between the two of you.”
He was beaming at her, and Y/N smiled back, but she was slightly confused by his joy. She shrugged. “Well, that's…good.”
Dean shook his head. “It's so much more than good, sweetheart.” His voice dropped to a whisper of awe. “It's a cure.”
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. “What?”
Cas moved closer. “Don't you see? The antibodies in your blood, they can be used to create a vaccine. And now that we know there's no inherent, potentially evil, psychic powers associated with the blood itself, there's nothing stopping us from trying to make one.”
Y/N felt an incredible sense of surreality fall over her, like she was suddenly in a very vivid dream. 
A cure. 
A cure for the world. 
Inside of her. 
It suddenly felt very hard for her to breathe, like she might just float away. 
But then Dean's big hand was on her cheek, pulling her back to reality, grounding her with his warmth and the light in his emerald eyes.
“This is incredible, sweetheart. But it’ll be a process, probably a very long one. So, don't let it overwhelm you right now. Small steps, remember? Small things will add up to big wins, right?” 
Y/N was so grateful for his steady calm and strength. She nodded as tears filled her eyes and she closed them, leaning into his palm. 
“What's wrong, Mommy. Why are you crying?” Emma's little voice sounded slightly worried and Y/N popped open her eyes to see Dean kiss her forehead.
“Nothing's wrong kiddo. Mommy's just happy.”
Y/N nodded in reassurance, smiling brightly to put her daughter's mind at ease. “Yeah, baby. These are just happy tears.”
Emma seemed satisfied and smiled back.
Cas spoke again, his deep voice rumbling through the tent. “You know Y/N, it’s also unlikely that the responsibility will fall solely on you.”
Y/N and Dean looked at Cas questioningly as the angel explained. 
“Well, Azazel never turned just one child at a time. He spoke of generations, didn’t he? So, there would be Sam’s generation, born in eighty-three, and now we know Y/N’s generation born in eighty-six. There may have been others. We don’t know when he stopped creating his psychic kids. So any kid he visited after nineteen eighty-six would have the blood with no psychic connection.”
He shrugged. “So, we could be talking about dozens of immune people, potentially more, depending on when he stopped. There may be many people out there that are just like you, Y/N.”
Dean pulled Y/N into his side and shook his head. “No, there’s no one like Y/N.”
Cas seemed confused for a moment as though they simply hadn’t understood what he said. But Dean just shook his head again. “It’s okay, buddy. You’re right. We’ll have to try and figure out his system, how he did things, how and why he chose the kids he did. That’s gonna be a lot to try and search out. We should start figuring out how to go about researching with our very limited resources.”
Cas looked like he thought of something, opening his mouth to speak. But then he stopped himself and just nodded. “Yes, research.”
The three of them talked for a long time, going over thoughts and theories without coming to any firm conclusions. 
Finally Emma let out a loud yawn, and Y/N wrapped her arm around Dean’s waist. “But Dean’s right. We’re not going to figure everything out right now. Small steps. We’re all snowed in here for a couple of months now, right? So, we can take that time to try and come up with a game plan for spring.”
The men both nodded and Cas moved towards the exit, but Dean called him back. “Wait, Cas.” 
When the angel turned back to him, Dean took two long strides towards him and then pulled him into a one armed hug, trying not to bounce Emma too much as he was pounding him on the back.
“Thanks, man.” He said, his voice slightly rough. “For everything. And for…not giving up.”
The angel was obviously awkward with the show of affection, and just patted Dean on the shoulder. He was looking down at the ground as he answered him. “Actually, I gave up many times. I just couldn’t manage to stay given up.” He said with a shrug.
Dean chuckled. “Well, then thanks for not staying there.”
The angel nodded and left the tent.
Silence reigned for a moment before Y/N took a deep breath and then turned to her daughter. “Okay, baby, I think it’s time for you to actually go to sleep now.” She admonished her with a smile. 
Emma pouted slightly, but then giggled as Dean tossed her gently into the air, and then swung her downward to let her feet touch the floor. He held the back of her head in his big hand as he kissed the top.
“Goodnight, kiddo.” He looked at Y/N. “You’re low on firewood, I’m gonna grab you some more.”
As Dean went out into the dark, Y/N tucked Emma back under her thick blankets. She leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and Emma's expression turned curious.
“Mommy, are you going to marry Dean?”
Y/N felt her jaw drop. “What?”
“Are you going to marry him now?”
Y/N shook her head. “Where is this coming from? Why are you asking?”
Emma shrugged her thin shoulders. “In the fairytales, after they kiss, they get married.”
Y/N just chuckled. “I don’t know baby, it’s way too early to think about that.”
Emma’s brow furrowed in confusion. “It’s nighttime.”
Y/N laughed happily. “Yes, it is.”
Emma’s expression cleared and she smiled shyly. “I like him.” She nodded as though confirming her own words. “Lots.”
Y/N booped her nose. “I like him lots too, baby.”
In fact, I’m madly in love with him. She admitted to herself and the feeling warmed her. 
She’d known it for quite a while, and in fact she wondered whether she’d actually fallen in love with him when she was sixteen years old and he came to save her from the dark. It was entirely possible. But either way, she was completely in love with him now.
But she didn’t say any more to Emma, telling her goodnight one more time and then moving slowly around the tent, putting things away and straightening up the small space. 
As she tidied, she worked to process everything, all the incredible information that had been relayed to her so quickly tonight. But the long term effects of Cas’ revelation made too many emotions and thoughts swirl around in her mind. It was a bit too much to contemplate at the moment, so she pushed it aside. 
Instead she let her mind drift back to the memory of Dean’s kisses, before Cas had shown up. The way his lips had felt as they moved against her skin was lodged firmly in her memory and it made her sigh.
Her mind slid back to the way he’d touched her, the way his deft fingers had played her like an instrument. The memory of him pushing into her body, of how he’d so easily plucked pleasure from deep inside of her, had her biting her lip as wetness flooded her again.
Her excited reverie of Dean was interrupted as the man himself came back inside with an armful of firewood. He walked towards her, stopping short when he saw her heated expression as she looked up at him. A slow, knowing smile crossed his face.
“Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart.” He said. “Or, let me guess.” He moved to the box beside the stove and unloaded the wood before turning back to her and pulling her into his embrace.
His voice dropped low and quiet as he spoke into her ear. “Thinking about our time outside the tent?”
Y/N nodded, and then dropped her hand between their bodies to cup the slight bulge behind his zipper. “Yeah, I’m very sorry we got interrupted.” She whispered back. “I guess I owe you one.”
Dean growled quietly and she chuckled. He kissed her lightly, his lingering lips telling her that he wanted so much more. But he pulled back. 
“Looking forward to it.” He said with a smirk. Then he sighed. “But for now, I should head back to my tent and let you get to sleep.” His voice and his expression were full of regret.
Y/N nodded and then shrugged. “Or…” 
She thought of Emma asking about kissing and marriage and realized that they clearly weren’t actually hiding much from her. So she decided to just go for it.
“Or, you could stay the night here.” 
She was quick to elaborate her offer when Dean’s eyes got wide. “I mean, we’d just be sleeping. But it would be nice to…” She dropped her gaze to the ground. “It would be nice to wake up with you.”
Dean nodded and lifted her chin with his forefinger so he could smile at her. “Yeah, it would.” He kissed her again softly and then glanced at the narrow cot. “Gonna be a tight fit.”
Y/N laughed and then pressed tight against him. “Well, guess we’ll just have to snuggle a bit then.”
Dean moaned softly. “Not sure if that’s an offer of heaven or hell.” 
Y/N smiled wickedly. “Probably a bit of both.”
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As winter settled heavily onto the camp and the snow grew higher everywhere, rotating groups of ten to twelve people per week were tasked with making sure the snow was shoveled from pathways and piled up safely and effectively against the tents to act as another layer of insulation from the wind. 
The food boxes Brandy had suggested were a big hit; everyone already had to deal with freezing trips to the outhouses, so limiting more outside time was greatly appreciated. 
For the most part people hunkered down in their tents, but there was one thing that brought folks out - The Mid-Winter Feast, as Y/N had dubbed it. She’d decided that before they had to fight through January, and most of February, always the harshest part of winter, they should have a little celebration of their community. 
So, she’d asked Monique, Brandy and a few other interested campers to meet her at the main cabin, with the electrical heat turned on for an hour or so a day, so they could plan. In the beginning, they’d just been planning a small dinner - just people bringing some rations together to enjoy as a group. But as more people became involved, the celebration expanded. 
The camp hunters offered to go out into the very cold surrounding forest and hunt down some kind of fresh meat. After a few days of hunting they returned with a half dozen rabbits, two geese and a young buck. So, there would be lots of rabbit stew, a couple roast geese and salted venison for the feast, with a bunch of leftovers too. 
The elderly quilt-maker, Hannah, spent an afternoon giving a lesson to the kids (and a few adults as well) teaching them how to make small bannocks over the fire, which were then donated to the feast. All the campers also each donated two days worth of their vegetable rations so that everyone could have a feast of mashed potatoes, green beans and corn.
The camp builders chopped down a tree and brought it into the big cabin. It would eventually be firewood, but for now it was the star of the show. Y/N had the schoolkids take labels off of empty tin cans and fold them into stars as decorations for the tree, while the builders took the empty tin cans themselves, and cut them into wintery shapes like snowmen, sleds, and mittens. The metal was a bit dull, but it still added some shine to the tree when they were hung there.
When Y/N read to the kids in the cabin at the end of the week, parents and non-parents alike came in to listen to the stories while they stood at the tables and folded evergreen branches into boughs and wreaths. 
Everyone pitched in, and soon the cabin looked incredible, draped in green and other bright colors.
The actual day of the feast was busy and happy. The rabbit stew was made in a big pot over a huge outdoor fire where the geese were also roasted, and soon the whole camp smelled like sizzling, delicious food. 
Everyone carted chairs from their tents to the big cabin, trying to jam them all in. The grownups all managed to sit at the big tables lined up around the room, even though everyone was pressed in tight beside each other. But the kids table ended up being the floor at the base of the tree. But the kids sure didn’t seem to mind; they kept forgetting to eat while they chattered with each other loudly and looked up at the decorated tree with wide and wondering eyes.
Brandy and Y/N made sure that baskets of food were made up and taken out to the soldiers who were at their outposts making sure the camp stayed safe while everyone celebrated. 
It was a truly incredible day, and when dinner was finished, and the food packed away safely, they all stayed in the cabin a few more hours, playing simple games like simon says or charades, or talking and laughing together, and just generally enjoying the company of other people before the cold mostly bound everyone to their tent for the next couple of months.
As the evening ended and people began heading for their tents, happily full and tired, Dean came back into the cabin, having gone out a bit earlier to check on his soldiers. He walked up to where Y/N sat with a sleeping Emma on her lap. 
He smiled at them as he approached and in that moment Y/N felt a peace flood through her that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Obviously the world was still dangerous, and they still had so far to go before they were safe, but in that moment she felt completely happy.  
When Dean got to them, he reached down to lift Emma out of Y/N’s lap and hold her in one arm, so he could reach his other hand out to Y/N. She clasped it tightly and they walked slowly back to their now shared tent.
As they walked along they could hear people calling out goodbyes to each other, as well as a continued murmur of conversations through the paths of tents. There was a sense of peace and happiness hanging over the whole camp. 
Dean stopped in the middle of the path back to their red tent and turned to look down at Y/N. His face seemed awestruck and he shook his head. 
“Last winter we all had to huddle in the cabin just to stay alive, and this year we were all crowded in there again, but this time we were actually living. People used to walk around the camp nervous every time I passed by. But now they smile.” He bent his head to press a soft kiss to Y/N’s lips. “You’ve changed everything, sweetheart.”
Y/N blushed. “That isn’t because of me. The winter just hasn’t gotten too brutal yet this year, and everyone helped out with the feast. And if people are less nervous around you, that’s obviously because of you, not me.”
But Dean just shook his head. “No…it’s you.”
***
Six weeks later
“What are we doing here?” Y/N asked with a laugh as Dean finally let her open her eyes and she saw he'd led her to the garage.
Dean was smiling at her. “I wanted to show you something.”
He took her hand and led her around the side of the garage. As they came upon the black Impala that sat beside the building towards the back, Y/N gasped. Snow had been cleared away all around it, and the weeds and grasses that had overrun it had been pulled up. There was still some rust on the doors and the tires were still flat, but the cracked windshield had been replaced and it looked much spiffier than it had before. 
The big, black beauty looked like she knew she was getting love again.
She looked at Dean as he brought her closer. “You've been working on her.”
Dean looked a bit sheepish. “Yeah, just when I had a bit of spare time, so there's still lots to do. She still doesn’t have an engine, but I put in a new battery that lets me do this.“
He brought her to the driver's side door and opened it with a heavy creak. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, the moonlight glinting off the silver keychain. Then he leaned inside and pushed them into the ignition, turning them so that heat and radio turned on. Of course the radio had nothing but static, so Dean quickly turned it off.
Dean closed the front door to open the back and lifted a hand, inviting her to precede him into the back seat. She climbed into the soft leather seat, Dean following behind her. She could see the inside had been lovingly cleaned and restored. 
“This is amazing!” Y/N said enthusiastically, her hand running over the buttery leather of the seat.
Dean nodded, looking around. “Yeah, gotta a lot of work left, obviously. But…” 
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he took off his jacket. “It's good to be back with her.”
He caught Y/N's eye and his expression became teasing.
“Now let me show you the new feature I installed.” He reached past her shoulder where a thin blanket hung; it was more like a small sheet. He pulled it across the two passenger side windows and then did the same on the driver side. He leaned over the front seat and tucked the ends of the sheet into the visors in the front, effectively closing off the interior of the car, with only a thin strip of the windshield left uncovered.
Y/N laughed as he sat back down beside her. He raised a finger. “And my very favorite feature is this one.” He reached forward again and pushed down the door locks on the front doors before doing the same in the back.
He moaned softly as he leaned back into the seat. “Privacy, blessed privacy at last.”
Y/N was smiling wide as he looked over at her. The heat in his gaze made her blush and duck her head; his need was so raw and blatant it made her stomach clench and wetness pool at her core. 
The last six weeks had indeed been both heaven and hell. It had been too cold to go outside very often, so they were mostly left inside the tent, where their touching and kissing was very limited. Stolen moments here and there were simply, not nearly enough.
So to finally be somewhere they could be together, privately with a lock on the door…
Y/N bit her lip. “You said you asked Monique to watch Emma?” Dean nodded. “For how long?”
“Hours. At least. There was talk of a sleepover.” He answered roughly.
Y/N felt her heart beat double time as she watched Dean. The set of his jaw was harsh as he leaned over to pull her easily into his lap so she straddled him. Y/N braced herself against his wide shoulders as he reached up to suck on her pulse point.
He pushed her jacket off of her shoulders and then shoved up her t-shirt so he could cup her breasts through her bra. His voice was a rattling groan.
“Ah, fuck sweetheart, you’re so goddamn perfect.” He murmured as he laid nibbling kisses along the tops of her breasts. Y/N was quickly overwhelmed with her need for him, but she tried to find her breath and form thoughts, so she could tell him something. 
But then he thoroughly distracted her as he pushed the cups of her bra up, freeing her breasts so he could push them together and bury his face in the cleavage. He licked and sucked at her skin, teeth scraping and biting as his big hands squeezed one breast and then the other. Y/N lost her thoughts completely as he reached between her legs and pushed at the soft material of her sweats and leggings, pressing them against her soaked core. 
He pushed his hand under her waistband, not stopping until he buried his fingers deep inside her. His invasion was so sudden and forceful Y/N cried out loudly as her walls clenched tightly around his thick fingers.
He grunted against her lips before biting her bottom one and tugging on it. Y/N let out a gasp and ground down against his hand. Dean swore and pumped his fingers into her faster and rougher, adding a third and stretching her. The mostly pleasurable sting of the stretch reminded her of what she wanted to tell him and she laid a hand on his wrist where it disappeared into her pants.
“I have…have to tell you something.” 
Dean stilled the movements of his hand, but kept licking and nibbling on her breasts. “What?” He asked in a rough voice.
“I um…I think I might…” He sucked hard on her nipple and she ground down against his hand again. He resumed his movements, pumping in and out of her fast and hard. He found her sweet spot and pressed against it, making her fall forward onto him, burying her face in the side of his neck and rambling out the end of her sentence.
“I think I might suck at this.”
Dean stopped moving all together and his breath left him in a whoosh as he pulled back from Y/N and pushed against her shoulder so he could look her in the eye. His brow was furrowed in complete confusion.
“What?” He asked, his breathing rough.
Y/N was embarrassed. “Nevermind, it’s stupid.” She reached for his mouth, but Dean turned away and shook his head. 
“No, explain what you mean.” He said as he pulled his fingers out of her body. Y/N groaned.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She pulled his hand back so he was cupping her wet heat through her clothes. “Please don’t stop. I just…wanted to, I don’t know, warn you I guess.” 
She shrugged. “So you could limit your expectations.”
Dean was staring at her and his expression was incredulous. “Why on earth would you think that? What would make you believe that?”
Y/N shrugged again, embarrassed and wishing more than anything that she had just kept quiet. “It’s just…well, it’s been a long time.” Her face was bright red. “I mean, I haven’t exactly been dating. The last guy I was with was Emma’s father and….”
She swallowed thickly. “...and he was also my first, so…I have, I mean I don’t have a lot of experience. And I got the feeling that…well that he didn’t really like what I was doing.”
She couldn’t look at Dean as she spoke, staring at his neck instead. But Dean called her name softly and she slowly looked back up at him. In contrast to his gentle voice, his expression was fierce, and his eyes were blazing. 
“Listen to me carefully. There is no possible way for you to be bad at this.” Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but Dean pressed a finger to her lips. “No. There’s no argument to be had here. The facts are simple, you are stunningly beautiful, sexy as hell, and you make my whole fucking body hard.”
She rolled her hips against him with a slight smile and he groaned. 
“God damn woman, I’ve wanted you since that first day I took you to the river and you came out screeching and covered in leeches.” He grinned.
Y/N batted his arm. “You weren’t supposed to be looking.”
His grin turned wolfish as he pulled her t-shirt off completely and unhooked her bra to toss it into the front seat. “Well, I was. And what I was looking at hasn’t left my mind since.”
He trailed the calloused pads of his fingers down the soft sides of her breasts. “You’re so perfect, Y/N and I want you so much. The way you respond to my touch,” he tweaked her nipple and she gasped, “it’s what I dream about. And I can’t get the taste of you off my tongue.”
He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth down to him, and sucking her tongue into his mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck, inhaling deeply. “And fuck, when you’re not near me, I can still smell your scent on my clothes. And I get so hard thinking about you that it actually hurts.”
He pressed her hand against his straining cock and Y/N whimpered slightly. She caught his gaze as she reached for his zipper and he nodded, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as she reached into his pants to caress him. Holding his breath, Dean lifted his hips so he could push down his jeans and underwear, giving her complete access to him. 
She held him in her fist tentatively. “Can I…um…”
Dean responded to her truncated sentence quickly. “Yes. Whatever you were going to ask, the answer is yes.” She squeezed him slightly and he groaned harshly. “Yes, please.” He added in a harsh whisper.
Feeling bold and confident now, she slipped down to the floor, her knees scraping against the rough floor mat beneath her. She began placing kisses up and down his rock hard shaft. Then she licked the slit at the tip of his cock before taking the whole head of his dick into her mouth and sucking hard. Dean slammed his head back against the seat and pushed his fingers into her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down. 
She pushed as far as she could, until he was at the back of her throat. Then she pulled off him with a gasp, but went right back, getting him further down her throat the second time, and working the base of his cock with a tight fist. Drool and cum dripped down his shaft, lubricating him, and she used it as she pumped him.
Finally Dean tugged on her hair gently and shook his head. “Fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop, sweetheart. I'm gonna come, and I've waited way too long for the chance to be inside you, to move in you and feel your tight, sweet pussy clench around me, feel it pull me into your heat.”
Y/N moaned at his incredibly hot words, and came off of his cock with a pop. Dean helped her up from the floorboards and when she was mostly upright, he yanked down her pants and underwear. They got caught up in her boots and she stumbled back onto Dean’s lap, laughing, her feet tied together. But she was too impatient to try and get her boots unlaced and off, so she just left them. But she tugged his t-shirt up and off of him, kissing a path across his chest.
She held the base of his cock steady as she rose to her knees and lined him up at her entrance. Both of them groaned in unison as she sank down on him slowly. He was so big it made Y/N bite her lip as he stretched her with the same slight sting she’d felt on his fingers. But it was so worth it; the way he filled her so completely made her breathing extremely harsh as she began to rock against him.
Dean pulled her back down to his mouth so he could kiss all the air out of her lungs as she rode him. He slipped one hand down between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clit, making her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders as she held on tightly. 
The coil in her lower abdomen was getting tighter and tighter as he pressed so perfectly against her. Finally he pulled her nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard and Y/N tumbled wildly over the edge. She slammed her hips up and down on him as she rode out the climax.
Dean pulled away from her breast and grabbed onto her hips, taking over their rhythm, lifting her up and slamming her down against him as she faltered and fell onto his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist, jackhammering into her tight sheath, and once again swirled his middle finger around her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Come on, sweetheart. I wanna feel you clutch me tight one more time, just one more.”
Y/N’s head spun with pleasure and she sat up and then leaned back, resting her hands behind her on his thighs. The new angle had him hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. It didn’t take long to send her spinning into another climax; this time when she fell, Dean fell with her, bending forward to nip and lick at the valley between her breasts as he bucked up into her, spending every drop of himself.
Finally he rested his forehead against her sternum and just breathed hot and panting against her damp skin. There was no need for the curtains now, every window was covered in condensation and impossible to see through.
Slowly their breathing returned to normal and Dean wrapped them both up in his jacket. The heat in the car was on, but it was still just late February, and the air was cold on their overheated skin.
They shifted slightly so that Dean was leaning back in the seat and Y/N rested against his chest. She loved the feel of him inside her, even soft, and she wasn’t ready to give it up yet. Dean pushed her hair back from her temple and kissed her there. His breathing was still a bit rough as he spoke.
“Would you care to tell me again how you think you’re bad at this?” Y/N chuckled and Dean shook his head. “Guy was a fucking idiot, obviously.”
Y/N just nodded. After a moment, Dean kissed her forehead. “What happened there, with him? Emma’s father, I mean. Where is he now?”
Y/N sat up slightly and shook her head. “I have no idea. He was gone long before the world ended. Pretty much as soon as the stick turned pink.”
Dean kissed her softly. “Asshole.” He said simply and Y/N nodded again, smiling and laying back against Dean’s chest. 
They dozed there gently for a while until there was suddenly a light tapping on the front passenger's side window. They both jolted awake and Dean groaned.
“What?” He called out angrily. 
It was Johnston who answered. “I’m so sorry to bug you, sir, but I was told Y/N was here. It’s Emma, she’s hurt.”
***
By the time they got dressed, turned off the car and ran to the medical tent, it was already quite full of people. Monique, Keisha and Julianne were there and both little girls were crying. Brandy and Theresa were there too. Patrick, who'd been an EMT before the end came, and who therefore acted as the camp medic when needed, was standing close to where Emma sat on a folding table that was covered in a sheet. 
Her daughter’s big blue eyes were swimming in tears and as she saw Y/N enter she began crying in earnest, reaching her left arm out towards her, while she held the right one close to her body. Y/N could see that her right arm was bent at an odd angle. 
Broken. 
Her stomach twisted and she felt a bit sick as she looked at it. But she walked up to Emma and pulled her tight against her. “Oh, baby, what happened?”
Monique stepped forward, her face awash in guilt. “I’m so sorry Y/N. The girls were all playing together just outside the tent, while Brandy and I were talking. We’d left a flap open and we could see them. But it just happened so quick we couldn’t stop it.”
Brandy took over the story. “They were all taking turns sitting on Theresa’s back and she was riding them around like a pony, and Emma just took a tumble off her back and…and then just started crying. We got her over here as fast as possible.”
Monique covered her mouth with her fingers. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She repeated. But Y/N just shook her head.
“Oh, Monique, no, it isn't your fault. Or anyones.” She said looking at Theresa whose face was ashen and also wore a look of guilt. Y/N kissed Emma’s forehead. “Accidents just happen.”
But Emma’s little shoulders still shook with quiet sobs and Y/N felt awful for her baby girl. Patrick started to lift her arm slightly and Emma let out a painful cry. Dean stepped up behind Patrick, and his voice was hard with authority.
“Be careful what you’re doing.” He scolded.
Patrick just nodded. “Yes sir. I just need to try and figure out how the bone is broken, so I can splint it properly.”
As the medic/soldier poked and prodded as gently as he could, Emma continued to cry and buried her face in Y/N’s chest. Accepting that his soldier was being as careful as he could, Dean stopped hovering over him and moved around to stand behind Emma instead, rubbing soothing circles over her skinny back. 
Finally Patrick nodded. “I think it’s a greenstick fracture. I’m gonna get a splint to hold it in place.” 
He walked away to a sideboard that had medical paraphernalia sitting on it. As he did, however, Cas walked into the tent. Y/N looked up at the angel, and was taken aback by the way he was staring at Emma. His expression was cautious and a little frightened as he approached her.
“It’s a broken arm.” Y/N explained and he just nodded. 
“Emma,” he said quietly, “hold still okay. I think,” he glanced at Y/N and then Dean, “I think I can fix you.”
“Cas?” Dean asked, clearly confused.
The angel lifted his hand over Emma’s arm and for a moment it just looked like he was going to grab hold of it. But suddenly, a white light began to grow beneath his palm and his already blue eyes glowed bright, like blue flame.
Y/N held her breath, as seconds later, the light left his eyes and he pulled his hand away. Emma’s eyes became wide and then she clapped happily. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Mommy!” 
Y/N tried to smile at her daughter, but her eyes fell on Cas, and Dean asked the question uppermost in her mind.
“What the hell, Cas? Since when can you heal anymore?” He shook his head. “What…what does this mean?”
Cas’ face was serious, and the fear Y/N had seen before was still there as he answered.
“I’m afraid that…I think it means the other angels have returned.”
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TS3 UL Uniforms converted to CU (+ some other BG items)
Needed uniforms for my -sim- kids (& wanted some game-friendly items) so I decided to make some age conversions. Probably EA didn’t want to give us ideas about open schools when they released UL without versions of these items for children  😌
* if you’re playing with open schools or just want all the kiddos in the neiborghood to wear these uniforms, take a look at the end of this post for links to instructions on how to achieve that.
Original meshes & textures by EA/Maxis;
Age: CU;
Tops, Bottoms and Accessories sections;
Categories: Everyday, Formalwear, Outerwear;
Base Game compatible;
All LODs & fully morphed;
Disabled for random - but with Nraas MC + MC Cheats, NPC children can wear them too.
Polycounts: similar to the adult and teen versions from which they have been converted;
Fully recolorable / all original stencils /  for all the items that came with stencils I made the last presets non-stenciled so our kiddos can wear them on occasions outside school too;
Custom thumbnails for both Launcher and CAS (though I should’ve left the game create the thumbnails 😅 );
sims3pack & package files;
* the ankle socks are present in BG, but I forgot so I made a new item. Mine are a little lower on the ankle than EA’s. Remove them if you don’t want a sort-of-duplicate thingy  😁
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giving very much Edna idk
hair by @joshseoh 
whole outfit by @serenity-cc
walkman acc  
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Lunch has a little brother now. Sadly, he is not named Dinner.
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seaslugsims · 1 year
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Pt. 2 Sims Storytelling Resources
updated October 2022, original can be found here
Howdy again! My original resource post was a smash hit, so I've decided to come back with a new post. To share newer and previously unmentioned poses, creators, and resources. Consider this one of my simblreen treats.
POSES
@rebouks
Dozens of versatile and specific storytelling poses. Honorary mentions, her emotions pose packs are a must have.
@rethdis-love
A lot of group and single poses! My favorites are here, here, and here.
@simmerianne93
Whole bunch of solo, conversation, and group poses! Including fantasy poses!
@psychicpeanutkitty
Simple storytelling and couple poses! and some build-buy!
@thedevilliers
Great versatile poses! Many solo, double, group, and baby/child poses!
@siimplysims
Great poses especially for kiddos!
@aoihana2510
All sorts of poses, especially couple! my favorite must have is here
by Moc
Recently? deactivated (if they moved lmk) their poses are crucial for me! single, couple, kids and tots. they've got it all
@sionkanzaki-sims
Few couple and solo poses! my favorite is the school pose.
@sim-plyreality
Bunch of couple and baby poses! here's a couple sad single poses i love, and an adorable parent and children one!
Mari L
Their walking and sitting poses are great! They've got several great couple poses too!
@justalittlecatus
Bunch of poses, including some eating poses!
ANIMATIONS
@crispy-cucumber-ass
Solo and group poses and animations! Here's a group of favorites.
Sovasims
Many animations! Some of my favorites here, here and here.
Martlet
Most of their poses are exclusive, but these two public ones are great. Found here and here!
CAS
Blo0d and stuff
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*tsr
@moonpres-sims has tons of scars and such, and makeup.
selfless plug, check out my s3lf harm scars here
I can't tell you what to do but… please add a variety of characters, your characters don't need to be all be the same. Adding a variety of characters makes stories more enjoyable. Don't be weird about them, avoid stereotypes.
Here's just some cas cc, be sure to look at the other content from these creators and from elsewhere.
warning tsr- players wonderland has TONS of great presets
Fat sims
cc list, another cc list
Elderly/Middle-aged sim cc
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
For your disabled sims here is a wonderful masterpost
Black sims cc
one maxis match hair list, savvy-sweet is now shea buttyr
some lips
1 2* 3*
lighter palms
POC sims broadly
favorite hook noses
monolids
1 2* 3* 4
@ts4-cultural-cc has tons of different cultural cc
mooncatcher has a lot of cultural as well as disability and different body stuff cc
LGBT sims
@gncc has a bunch of gender non-conforming cc stuff!
chest binder accessory binder
masc top surgery scars
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femme top surgery scar
MISC
@rosewritingprompts - my favorite writing prompt tumblr for dialogue and writing ideas
Power Thesaurus - my favorite online thesaurus, find those fun fancy words!
Be sure to think about your characters dynamics, their individual dynamic and their relationships! Here's a few simple articles and blog posts. 1, 2 , 3, 4.
Recommended previously in a reblog by the lovely @xldkx, make sure your font is readable. I would also highly recommend a legible transcript. Make your story as accessible as possible! The little effort it takes can mean many more people will be able to read and love your story.
Also, 'shot, reverse shot.' Little demonstrative video here. It's used in nearly all media with dialogue. It can make the emotions of the scene shine through more.
good tip... Clutter the hell out of your scenes, with accordance to characters and setting. Most people have some clutter, a little mess adds to your setting significantly. Take the time to really build your setting.
Here's a little character building article. There's many more out there.
Most importantly!!!!!! Have fun, grow with your writing and characters. Make it a fun hobby, not a chore or job.
I greatly appreciate any added resources in comments or reblogs!!! :)
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It's your birthday too (Christen x Tobin x Reader)
I don't know how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it :)
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I was hanging out with Ashlyn before Christens surprise birthday lunch. She knew about it, but she didn't know we had invited her whole family and a couple of her friends. We were scrolling through tiktok to kill time when a message from my brother popped up. I froze as I read what it said, knowing that Ashlyn had likely seen it as well. My suspicions were confirmed when she tapped into it.
Hey kiddo, I know you don't really celebrate it, but happy birthday little sis. I hope you have a good day whatever you're doing. Call me later, love you.  
Ashlyn slowly turned her head toward me, "Y/n."
I swallowed hard before turning to face her, "Yes?"
"It's your birthday? Why didn't you tell me."
"It doesn't matter about me, it's Christens birthday." And it was true. My birthday was something that I didn't care about, my whole focus was on making it a good day for Christen. Honestly, I would forget it if my brother didn't message me every year. 
Ashlyn looked at me like I had grown another head or something, I stifled the laugh that threatened to bubble out when I received a glare, "It's yours too Y/n not just Christens."
"Well yeah, but I don't celebrate it and Christen does. Now I have to go."
I escaped quickly, not allowing Ashlyn to say anything else. Christen was coming back to the room before lunch and I wanted to give her the present I got. Christen walked into our room a couple of minutes after me. 
"Happy birthday Chris, I go-"
"Don't happy birthday me Y/n. Why didn't you tell me?" Christen stood in front of me, arms crossed as I decided to play dumb. 
"Tell you what?"
Christen threw her hands up, giving me a 'are you serious' look, "That it's your birthday!"
I shrugged, I should have known Ashlyn wouldn't have kept it quiet. She likely texted everyone the second I left, "Because mine isn't important."
"Yes it is Y/n! It's important because you're here. It's literally celebrating you being born and I think that's something worth celebrating Y/n. You are amazing, you deserve to be celebrated."
I blushed turning away from her, trying my best not to show her how much she affected me, "I just don't celebrate it."
Her face softened slightly, taking a step toward me, "Why not?"
"Nothing good has ever happened on my birthday, when you share it with a twin who is very clearly your parents favourite, it's just not a good day." There was more to it then that, but I didn't really want to go into it. My parents and everyone else in my family had forgotten all of my birthdays after age 5. It had taken me a while to realise they hadn't forgotten, they just didn't care. 
"Well, we want to celebrate you Y/n, I want to celebrate you. You could always restart your birthdays."
"I don't know if I can do that Chris. There's just so many bad memories."
"Then lets give you a good one," Christen said before cupping my cheek and connecting her lips with mine. I froze at the feeling of her lips on mine, they were so soft. I had wanted this for so long, but Christen had Tobin. I wanted them both, but had neither of them. I pulled away quickly, putting distance between us when my brain realised what was happening and I remembered Tobin, "I'm sorry I-"
"We ca- we can't do this, you, Tob-" I cut myself off when I saw Tobin standing in the doorway. I froze, expecting to be yelled at or anything really. Instead, a soft smile stretched along her face as she slowly stepped closer to me. 
My brain stopped working as I stuttered an apology, it completely malfunctioned when Tobin wrapped her arms around me. "Happy birthday Y/n."
"I-I what?"
Tobin pulled away slightly to look at Christen, "I told you we should've waited until we were both here."
"I know, but she was sad, I just wanted her to not be sad anymore."
My heart seemed to stutter at that, but it also just increased my confusion. What the fuck was happening? I pulled away from Tobin, looking between the both of them. They were looking at me with such adoration, such love that butterflies erupted in my stomach. I did what I did best in situations that were uncomfortable or painful, I made a joke, "Wanna clue me in? I haven't quite mastered this whole mind reading thing yet."
Tobin snorted while Christen glared at her and actually explained, "We like you. We've been talking about telling you for a while, but weren't sure if you actually liked us or if we just wanted you to."
I took a second to process what Christen had said. There were no signs of dishonesty or reluctance, "Wait, so I get to kiss Tobin too?"
Christen nodded while Tobin looked at me with a slight smirk, "Please do."
I smirked, leaning in just to turn and connected my lips with Christen instead. Our lips moved in sync for a few seconds before I pulled away, leaving a quick peck on her lips. At this point there was no use in trying to hide my smile. It was no doubt huge and goofy, but I didn't care. I got the girls. I still wasn't sure if this would change the way I felt about my birthday, but it was definitely the best one yet. 
"Why do I like you?" Tobin grumbled, pout appearing. She was adorable.  
"Because I'm hot." I cupped the back of Tobin's neck, finally connecting our lips. I felt Tobin relax against me. Our lips moved in perfect sync as Tobin's hand settled on my waist, pulling me close. Her lips were actually softer than I expected with a hint of vanilla. Between her and Christen I was screwed. They were both so addicting. I slowly pulled away, head leaning down to rest on Tobin's shoulder as I took it all in. Tobin's fingers traced random patterns on my hip. I don't think I had ever seen her so soft before. Now it was directed at me, something I never expected to ever happen. It made me fall for her just that little bit more. I kissed her shoulder before pulling away to take Christens hand. 
"Can I finally show you what I got you?" 
"No, because I didn't get you anything."
"Chris, this is the best birthday I've ever had. The best birthday present I've ever gotten so please don't feel bad about it. You didn't know."
Christen sighed and I knew I had won, "Fine."
I handed her the small wrapped box, inside were two simple silver rings, one cut to look like mountains and the other cut to look like waves. I had seen them and instantly thought of Christen. She would love them, well so I hoped anyway as I stood there fidgeting nervously. I had been a bit nervous that Tobin might see the present as to much. That I had overstepped and it was too romantic or something. That nervousness had faded given what just happened, but I was still a bit worried Christen wouldn't like it.
"Y/n... These are amazing. They're beautiful, I love it so much. Thank you baby." My face warmed at the pet name as Christen kissed me then hugged me tightly. 
I kissed her temple, holding her just as tightly, "You're welcome love."
Tobin groaned dramatically as we pulled apart, "You're giving me a run for my money Y/n/n."
"We can join forces in the future. What did you get her this year?"
"Um she's only opened one of them so far, the other is downstairs."
I rolled my eyes at Tobin's reluctance to answer. Obviously it was something she didn't want to share, "Could you be anymore vague? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"It's not that, it might just be a bit much information given that we just happened."
"Oh, so you got her a sex toy then," I laughed as both Tobin's and Christen's faces turned bright red. It was meant as a joke, but judging by the looks on their faces, it was accurate. "Wow, that was supposed to be a joke, but I mean that's a pretty good present. I look forward to seeing it. Now, as much as I would love to stay here, we have to go."
Their cheeks got redder then I thought possible as they both stumbled over what to say. I bit my cheek to stop the laughter as I walk out of the room. Christen and Tobin rushing to catch up.
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We had decided the meal room was the better option for lunch seeing as all of us together were often quite crazy. Also add in Christens family, there was a lot of us. This morning we had decorated the room with happy birthday banners, balloons and anything the younger ones had decided to put up. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed my name had been added to the banner and there were two piles of presents. Everyone had decided to give Christen her presents all at once, but I had wanted to give her mine when it was just the two of us. How had they put this together so quickly?
"How?"
"We were tasked with distracting you while they set this up."
I tensed, was what just happened only a distraction, "Oh."
Tobin wrapped her arm around my waist, "Hey, we were always going to tell you about our feelings, it was just originally going to be tonight instead."
Christen placed her hand on my back, "Happy birthday Y/n."
"Happy birthday Chris." A wide smile spread on Christens face when she noticed her family standing in the back. She made a beeline toward them while I stayed by the door. Everything was a bit overwhelming. Having people actually care about my birthday was foreign and overwhelming. Tobin stayed beside me, arm still around my waist, as I lent into her to calm myself down. 
Tobin discreetly kissed my neck before whispering, "I think there's someone waiting to say hi."
I looked up to find my brother standing a few steps away. I quickly pulled away from Tobin, running into his arms instead. It had been a long time since we had seen each other, "Jamie, what are you doing here? Did they set this up?"
"No, I had been planning on surprising you for your birthday, I just happened to show up when they were frantically trying to set everything up. I'm glad you finally told them."
"It wasn't me actually. It was you." He looked confused so I explained what had happened. He sheepishly apologised, but I wasn't actually annoyed anymore. I guess it wasn't a bad thing that they knew. Besides Jamie, they were the closest thing to family I had. 
We laughed, talked and had a really nice afternoon. The girls had managed to run out and get me a bunch of new art supplies and stationary stuff. And I ended the night cuddled between Christen and Tobin after reassuring them again that I didn't care if they got me anything. I was just happy that I finally got the girls. Maybe I could get used to celebrating my birthday after all. 
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Sometimes, I obsess over season 5-6, because...from Dean's POV, Cas just upped n' left.
And there's just...so much stuff in 6x01. His neighbor Sid haunts me.
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Dean is grieving and prickly, and he sits with Cas in the silence for hours as they drive together.
But then: Cas likes being called Heaven's new sheriff, and he's leaving, and--
So, Dean's ugly hurt feelings come out, and--
DEAN: Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you're his bitch again. ... DEAN: Well, you really suck at goodbyes, you know that?
Cas struggles for words, licking his lips nervously, not entirely sure what's he done to upset Dean so badly. (He was trying to be funny, be lighthearted and indulge Dean’s “sheriff” talk!)
Aside// I love how freely they talk here. Very quickly, they move into an emotionally charged conversation. Dean freely releases his true feelings about the situation, something he will soon have to bottle up in suburbia.
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I'm not special. I'm not even a friend. The Apocalypse is over, and Heaven's done with me. Cas is done with me. I lost Sam. That was the mission my father gave me. I want to die. There's no purpose left in my life.
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And then, we move to Dean in early season 6, and we see him spending a lot of time with his neighbor, Sid, who shifts from moment to moment, representing everything from Dean’s old life. (Sam, Bobby, John, Cas--all rolled into one.)
And Sid seems genuinely nice. He and the neighbors seem to tiptoe around Dean, alerting Lisa of his mental state, as if they know he's emotionally fragile.
Dean even looks out across the street into Sid’s window, like he’s looking in on their married life. Perhaps, he’s wishing they were his mom and dad, or Sam n’ Jess, or Bobby n’ Karen—because in being in suburbia, he feels sundered from his extended family.
Dean seems to feel like an outsider. (It’s strange, too, like he might even be longing for what Sid and his wife have with each other??? We get Sid buying Dean beer followed by Sid bringing his wife a glass of wine. He loves Lisa. He wants to be connected, but he’s struggling.)
And here, in the bar scene, Sid’s wearing a dressy button-down. SID: "I've been buying you beers for a year:" -- SID: "You're practically respectable." -- SID: "Wow! Every time. What is it with you?" -- DEAN: "It's like chicks dig unavailable guys."
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This is not just about the waitress who scribbled her number on Dean's receipt. It's about Dean himself.
He digs unavailable guys. He's missing his old life, his family, his brother, and...the unavailable soldier, Cas.
It calls to mind Dean’s later lamentation to Cas, “I was there. Where were you?”
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Later in the episode, the manifestation of his subconscious refers to Cas as "sugar."
Azazel: Yeah, kiddo. The big daddy brought your pal Cas back, right? So why not me? Add a little spice to all that -- that sugar. DEAN shoots AZAZEL.
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And then, when Sam returns, Dean is chomping at the bit for news of Cas:
Dean: What do you mean you don't know? Sam: I mean, no idea. I-I'm just back. Dean: Well, was it God, or -- or -- or Cas? I mean, does Cas know anything about it? Sam: You tell me. I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't even know where he is.
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Poor Dean.
At home, he's hypervigilant, checking everything, and staring out across the yard at Sid and his wife, which shifts to become echoey specter of John and Mary, as they die.
Sid brings his wife a glass of wine, a bit of a higher-class parallel to how Carmen brings Dean beer in season 2’s What is and Should Never Be. (Also, Sid was buying Dean alcohol earlier. Now, he treats his wife.) They smile at one another, and then the djinn strikes.
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Sid grabs a CHAIR on his way down. His wife grabs a LAMP. "Dean, they're already dead and you know it."
There's just something about it.
His old life and longings are reflected in this Sid character, morphing from moment to moment. He feels disconnected--he misses Bobby, he missed his little brother, he wants a friend who's unavailable, and he wants his mom and dad to be safe and alive and happy. He wants an integrated life.
This strange, incomplete happiness feels like exile.
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