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sailorsally · 6 months
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What if one evening Dean found 'queering the map' while getting drunk to numb his pain of missing Cas and read some of the stories on there and then the next time missing Cas got unbearable he went back and one by one started adding his own lil snippets to the map, as if he was talking to Cas.
📍"This is the barn where we met for the first time (on this plane anyways). I stabbed you. You smiled at me. I knew nothing back then"
📍"I took you to this Den of Equity. In reality it was an excuse to spend the last night on earth with you."
📍"This is where I came up from purgatory, without you. Did you know I kept seeing you everywhere? Did you know I was thinking about coming back to find you?"
📍"We had some mean burgers here. Or rather I did. You ordered your usual - coffee, not to seem too suspicious. I don't know if you realized but you drank a sip or two that time. Little human things. It made me smile into my own cup. It made me hopeful"
📍"Once again you touched me to heal me and I thought to myself I could take any pain, even hell, if it meant I could feel your tender touch again"
📍"I buried your ashes here. There was a brook with a windmill nearby, a field full of forget-me-nots. As if I could ever forget you"
📍"There is a haunted house here. Or rather was (me and Sam took care of that) I killed myself here today. Briefly. But maybe I wanted it to stick this time."
📍"This phone booth is my favourite place in the whole wide world now. I still see you in its faint glow. So real, so solid, alive."
📍"You died here. After you told me I was the one thing you wanted and couldn't have. But you had me, sweetheart, you did, you do."
📍"Tomorrow we'll open a portal here. All the ingredients are gathered. The spells are ready. Tomorrow I'll get to kiss you for the first time."
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sprout-fics · 6 months
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Alpha Price who gets a new alpha to the team under his command, with a warning on her file that speaks of a record of insubordination and bucking authority. Price narrowing his eyes because he does not tolerate that kind of attitude on his team, but signing off on the paperwork anyways because the other alpha's record is impressive.
Price quickly realizing that this new alpha isn't insubordinate so much as bratty. She has a rankled kind of attitude where she throws her weight around, is confrontational, and sometimes gets on the team's nerves. It's admirable, however, the way she doesn't back down, always squares up to the bigger alphas, doesn't step back from a confrontation. It's clear at a glance that she's doing it only because she's defensive and insecure.
Price slowly piecing together that this alpha has had to contend with her stronger, bigger, male alpha peers who see her as inferior due to being a woman. He realizes she's developed an attitude as a self preservation mechanism, a way to stake her place and earn her right to be there purely through alpha posturing. He gives her some grace because of this, but said alpha sees it only as dismissive, ignoring her.
Said alpha pushing, and pushing until Price's patience finally snaps- full alpha instincts making him corner the smaller alpha, growling a warning low and deep in his chest. He expects his subordinate to snarl back at him, only to pause and blink when her scent floods with arousal. He watches as her eyes grow wide, a deferential little whine forcing its way up her throat, knees wobbling and trying to stay upright as he backs her into a wall.
Price realizing that what this alpha needs is to be manhandled and put in her place- to be reduced to whimpering, shaking mess by a stronger, more powerful alpha who reassures her that she's safe, that she doesn't have to earn her place. She needs someone to mutter filthy, debauched praises in her ear as he ruts into her, watches her eyes go glassy and mindless the way she deserves.
Price realizing he's more than willing to be that alpha.
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lineffability · 7 months
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so has anyone written a french revolution cellar scene where crowley fucks aziraphale in chains or will i have to do that myself
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storytimewriting · 23 days
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to feel is different than to know
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lucywrites02 · 8 months
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I have an idea that has been cooking in my head for a month now. I just wanted to write the general idea because I'm still figuring out the details and logistics of some plot points. You're welcome to tell me how you like this concept :3
Transformers Prime AU where Optimus somehow gets cursed to be a human. He lost his prime title because some higher power didn't like that he sided with humans (as I said, still working on the details 😭) (this is just a rough sketch of the plot)
OC/Reader has been an ally to the Autobots for a while. Optimus was really good friends with them and decided to come to them for help. The reader helps him out and let's him live at their place. It's quite domestic - they eat breakfast together and they cook together and they watch TV together. (Omg, and they were roomates)
You help him out however you can - you answer all his questions about humanity and the human body. He gets his first cold at some point, and he thinks he's dying. He had to get glasses because his eyesight was not the best. You teach him how to do laundry and how to do grocery shopping. You hold him close as he cries at night after a bad nightmare.
Optimus wants to get a job because you already let him live at your place for free, but you also paid for his clothes and extra food so he wants to be able to support you financially and pay his half of the bills. You help him get a job at the local library, and Optimus is really happy with that because he missed his days as an archivist back on Cybertro and this job reminds him of the good old days before the war. It makes him feel young again and comes to the realisation that this is the life he wants.
He wants to come home before your shift ends so that he can cook dinner for you. He wants to sit down on the couch after a long day at work and watch some kdrama on Netflix with you. He wants to have his morning coffee while the two of you discuss your plans for the day.
Optimus Prime doesn't exist anymore. And he doesn't mind it at all. He's allowed to be Orion Pax again.
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pencildragons · 1 month
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i think glenn would be SO annoying in the heaven prisons. just talking ALL the time, trying to get darryl to play i spy with him, or bait henry into arguements by saying WILDLY untrue things about nature, or planning tours with ron. he definitely absolutely gets into arguements with the other dads, because even if he has to get into yelling matches, it means he isnt alone
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blorbopostingtime · 1 month
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Something something Cole is the only ninja to not be a villian so far in the series something something since he's had so much character growth him becoming evil or even just morally grey would emotionally wreck the others past the point of no return something something I need to write this soon something something dumbass shipping also
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I'm late as shit but I'll gonna plow through this soon because ideas are tumbling from the brain rot for these fuckers like no tomorrow.
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topsyturvy-turtely · 9 months
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HOLD TF UP FOR A SECOND-
so we all know john couldn't find sherlock's pulse because of this "ball under an arm" trick, right?!
but-
WHAT IF JOHN HAD NEVER TRIED TAKING SHERLOCK'S PULSE AT HIS WRIST BUT HIS THROAT?!
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tsintotwo · 11 months
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Meant to post this ages ago but forgot- if you're writing a Sandman/Dream romance fanfic and think you're making Dream too mellow, too lovey-dovey, too sweet, I hope you know that this is literally canon
(Fiddler's Green talking about Dream and his gf):
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sailorsally · 1 month
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looking at pics of misha from burcon with his hair being on the longer side for the first time in a while and thinking about Cas' hair getting long for the first time after he got back from the empty and became human. Thinking about Dean moving around their small kitchen at their half run down but well loved lake house, looking for the scissors he put somewhere. He grabs a folding chair and fills a spray bottle with some water in the sink and brings everything out to their tiny porch. He sets it all up and lets Cas know.
Cas comes out shirtless and barefoot, wearing Dean's old pyjama bottoms, a towel thrown across a shoulder, lazily drying his hair with its corner. For a second the setting sun paints his torso in warm orange and Dean's heart skips a beat because of how gorgeous Cas looks. He sits down in the chair Dean has set up for him and let's Dean work on his hair. Dean starts small, shyly trims a curl, then another. Cas doesn't move, his eyes are fixed on the lake in front of their house reflecting the sunset. Dean works, takes off more and more hair. The circle of black hair surrounds Cas' feet gently planted on the wooden floor and for a moment Dean is reminded of the Empty & he almost cuts Cas' neck. Cas winces & Dean apologies and hides his joy (Cas is alive!) in the crook of his own neck.
When he's done, he cleans Cas' neck with the damp towel and brings out the mirror. "Here, have a look", he offers. Cas studies himself in the mirror and Dean can't stop thinking about how normal he looks checking himself out. And then about how Cas is human now. And then about how Cas chose to be human. For him. And then he wants to cry and scream and kick except he feels like a 100 year old oak planted deep in the soil, unmoving. Then he feels strong arms enclosing him in a hug and he can hear Cas' rumbling against his ear, "Thank you, Dean. I look good" and by god he is right, he does look good. So what is Dean supposed to do? Other than kiss him. And kiss him he does.
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sprout-fics · 2 months
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Girl help I'm creating a Eros and Psyche legend re-write with Psyche Reader and God of Fury Ghost who refuses to come to his new bride unless he's masked and darkness has fallen. Loves her tenderly and yet vanishes at dawn to never be seen in daylight. Tells her she can only stay if she vows to never see his face.
But Reader makes the mistake of looking at him while he sleeps beside her in the candlelight, and Ghost awakes and flees.
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lineffability · 8 months
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"Angel! Angel, look!"
"I am looking. What is it?"
"That's my Bentley!'
"I didn't peg you as the type to name your car, Crowley."
"No, it's.... Angel, that's the brand. It's called a Bentley. All of them are. This is a '33 version! Isn't it cool?"
"Yes, my dear boy. Very cool. I notice it has no license plate. Or oil. Or gas in the tank."
"Why should it?"
"You're right, I suppose."
"It's not like I get anything for pumping in some gas, do I? Little gold star for pretending to be human?"
"I get the point, Crowley. But surely... you acquired some kind of license to drive this big thing?"
"A what now."
"Of course. Of course you wouldn't. Demon."
"Why would I get a license, angel?! For what? No one has a license. It's easy! Also, I can drive this baby with sheer willpower, if I have to."
"Certainly. Well, one of us will have to..."
"Have to what?"
"Oh, nothing."
(aziraphale proceeds to go to the nearest transportation authority and convinces the first poor clerk he encounters to please give him a license that has not been invented yet - he insists. the poor guy just scribbles something on a piece of paper and stamps it, anything to get rid of this overly rule-abiding citizen. aziraphale holds onto it for decades. had anyone stopped him on his trip to Edinburgh, it would have worked as intended. nobody stopped him, of course. he obeyed all the traffic rules, even the non-existent ones.)
(the 'license' reads, as dictated, with a little miraculous help, by aziraphale: This license enables A. Z. Fell to drive the vehicle called Bentley, property of Mr. Crowley. It also enables the latter to drive it. Joint license, if you will. Oh, but only for business purposes! Note that down, too, please. Underline business. Thank you. Lovely. You can stop copying me, now. Also, forget this ever hap--- )
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storytimewriting · 21 days
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“You deserve better.”
Then be better for me.
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joytri · 11 months
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may is for blissful poetry writing.
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whumpwillow · 4 months
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overcome with the urge to write vampire whump
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