#well oups

[betweenblackberrybranches]

That's a great view you have there y/n! Are the blueberries hard to find? Or is there some fields destined for their growth?

No, no there are lots of wild blueberries around! Its super easy to find them!!

And yea its really pretty here.... aparently the season only changes when there is a change in which king of the different seasonal courts is the high king.... they seem to battle it out every now and then... so right now it is summer eventhough its winter in the human realm

#oup looks like someone is sneaking up back there #fnaf eclipse #dca #daycare attendant #dcamv #fae au #my art #well there we go king eclipse incomming

[captainofthetidesbreath]

noooo, I wanna see the OUP be bureaucratic assholes! go back!

#I love organizations like the OUP (says me a noted Eyes of Avalir stan) #I LOVE well-meaning but usually absolutely useless organizations that are completely oblivious to the harm they allow and even cause #esp if the individual members are well-intentioned and even would be good and strong allies on their own outside this bureaucracy #but the org's approach and philosophy and method really suck or is too rigid to properly respond to these problems #Fantasy feds are just the best. The Fantasy FBI and Fantasy PIs are my FAVORITE types of organizations. #CO spoilers #Candela things

[fuckknowledgeandideas]

23… 47… 60 my cool numbers at you

23YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS!! FUCK YEAH BABY SAXOPHONE WEDNESDAY BABY FUCK YES SAXOPHONE WEDNESDAY https://open.spotify.com/track/3aATgCHilZcGav6LUdR42g

47 I haven't listen to XTC in a long while.. I haven't listen to a ton of their songs in general https://open.spotify.com/track/5NENJV66ziOAjF3HIRpmHV

60 Cool song that make me think of nothing ^-^ https://open.spotify.com/track/0AX8X4HlOnhrgIj1Ei0t7q

#My talk #I forgot how stopify links work on here so if it doesn't link properly well. oups

[legovasavouchi]

oups

#chickens #goblin critters #this isn't an oups as in i didn't mean t get any peeps #but the plan was over weekend when family visiting #and brooder set up #but went to Just Look today & well #very few pullets!!! mistly straight run so it was decision time & well i decisioned #the brooder setup was quick #can't believe its been 5 yrs since i held lil peepers in my hands 😭😭🐥

[izayoichan]

River: Odd.. -he watched it fight him until it eventually slumped down on the ground as a small dog form.- I can only imagine Morgyn being interested in you. He turned around, seeing Flynn scramble back to his feet, which made him take a sigh of relief, it would seem the spell didn’t do any damage. Perhaps his son was like his husband, magic immune? River: Are you okay Flynn? Flynn: Ehm.. -he blinked, looking very confused at his dad.- I know you? And Flynn? River looked dumbfounded at his son, who just gave him a confused look. What had this spell just done to him? River: Yes.. I’m your dad, and you're my son, Flynn. Flynn: Oh… ehm.. River: We're going to see Morgyn, right now. Flynn: Who? River shook his head, taking his son's hand, instantly porting them both to right outside Morgyn’s place. 

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#the ward legacy #writblr #simblr #simblrstories #ts4 story #ts4 alpha #ts4 #co created with mahvaladara #alphasims #sims 4 storytelling #alphacc #River Ward #Flynn Ward #can we say oups #yes #also known as huston #we have a problem #or well Morgyn #really

[defiledtomb]

Hey, would it be possible to add the update date to the topic title of your story on COG? Makes it easier to see when a topic is suddenly seeing activity because the demo's been updated or because people just decided to talk about what's already there and that way you don't get excited and then disappointed, you know? Really love your story so far and can't wait (but no rush) to read more!

Hi anon! I'm so happy you are enjoying Ouroboros :] I was actually debating this when I released the patch, and I decided against putting [updated] in my title just because I didn't want to disappoint anyone who was hoping for new content beyond the arrival to Riven. I will absolutely put the updated date when the next chunk of story comes out (and I'm genuinely looking forward to putting that in the title ksjdhfskldhjf), but I won't go in and change it now, as it would prolly just be confusing for everyone involved. Hope you understand!<3

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #Man. I can't wait to update the forum post. The update is already looking chonky at 30k+ words #and thats first draft+ without proper transitions so it is just growing #in time I will present this feast to you I just gotta whip it into shape and feel proud of it (which Im not currently. we are enemies) #some days I want to punt it into the sun #but that's just part of the process tbh #today is one of those days lmao. I moved a Lot of writing to the archive because im so cross with it #It's also why I keep wordcounts on the down low. First draft is like tetris #pff. Oh well you didn't ask for this rant did ya. Oups. Bye!

[cristalltiger]

So I managed to accidentally reblog something under the tag #wffhhggg . No biggie, right? Pls tell me I’m not the only one who did this :‘)

Pls?

#me being stupid #well anyway #hehe #oups #pls tell me im not the only one #send help #reblog if you relate #wffhhgg

[scekrex]

Sooooo, about that idea 😂😂 I'm sure you already know where this is going 👀👀

Adam and reader casually talking about something and they get to the subject of being together somehow even after death, how it would or should go if either of them dies and reader just goes: "Well, I definitely wouldn't move on if you died (Oup-). I don't think I would be able to... " and Adam just looks at him with a bewildered look and goes: "Fuck you mean 'If I died you wouldn't move on'??YOU'RE MY HUSBAND, IF I'M DYING, YOU'RE DYING. WITH. ME. AIN'T NO CHOICE! WE ARE MARRIEEEEED, WE GON' DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER AND IF THAT INVOLVES DYING THEN SO HELP ME HOLY FATHER, YOUR SPICY ASS IS GOING WITH ME". Originally I thought about the reader to say all of that, but then I just thought: No, hold on, that's such an Adam thing to say 😂😂

I swear Adam's so full of himself he'd simply be offended that reader's first intention wasn't "We're ride or die babe, if you die, I die with you" lmao

Baby we could be Bonnie & Clyde

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, talking about death, slightly cracky

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“What’s up, buttercup,” Adam hummed as he sat down next to you on the bed. The thoughts of the upcoming extermination weren't sitting right with you, it was really nothing more than a gut feeling but something told you that Adam and you should skip extermination day this year. And maybe that was part of the reason why you've been so quiet all day, maybe not, who knew.

Well, Adam seemed to at least know that something was bothering you.

You rested your head against his upper arm and sighed, maybe talking would get it off your chest for a moment, talking to Adam about the things that bothered you often helped. ��I wanna skip extermination this year,” you started, you weren't able to look at your husband, not that you were afraid of his reaction but you knew how much that day meant to him as the leader of the exorcists. “Why?” was all the brunette asked as his wing softly wrapped itself around your back, the tip of his feathers were therefore resting on your thighs, not that you minded.

Yeah, why was a damn good question. Because of some stupid fucking gut feeling wasn't exactly the answer you wanted to give but it was all you had that came close to a reason so you said that. Adam remained silent for a moment, he seemed to be genuinely thinking about a response. “I get it,” he then mumbled and that made you peek up to him with curious eyes. You wouldn't have thought he did, or maybe he just said it to ease your mind a little. “Before my first extermination I was so fucking nervous,” the first man continued with a soft chuckle rumbling through his body and his arm came up to softly caress your shoulder, “I mean every time we go down there my life's on the line, and not just fucking mine but the lives of my chicks too.” Yeah, you assumed he was right. “I mean, it's not like these demon bitches would fight back or shit, but, y’know, they could, so what if they quit being fucking bitches and hurt my ladies? They're not going to, but they fucking could and-” he paused for a moment, took a deep breath as his eyes focused on the wall across the bed, “and that's fucking scary.”

Had Adam just admitted that he was scared of something? That he was scared of the demons in hell fighting back? It seemed that way. “I don't think I'd be able to move on if they'd kill ya,” your voice was quiet, shaking and far from sounding stable. Adam's eyes moved from the wall to you, an offended look in them, “The fuck you mean ‘you wouldn't be able to move on?” You backed off a little in order to look at him properly, “Y’know, I don't think I'd be able to ever be happy again.”

The first man grabbed your shoulders and shook you lightly, playfully, yet his eyes were dead serious when he spoke, “You’re my fucking husband, if I die you're dying with me, ain't no fucking choice.” You frowned a little at his words, but now that you thought about it dying with him sounded better than grieving his death for all of eternity. Your wing nudged his shoulder playfully and you replied, “Yeah well, that offer wasn't on the fucking table.” That caused a grin to erupt on his face and he pressed your upper body backwards until your back was flush against the mattress, “Yeah well, fuck whatever offer’s on the table and what's not, we're fucking married bitch.” His face came close to yours as he leaned down and for a brief moment you thought he was going to steal a kiss from you, but then his lips moved to your nape instead, “We’re gonna do everything together and if that involves dying, then holy father help me, your spicy ass is coming with me and if I have to drag you with me personally,” he paused to press a kiss to your jaw, his teeth softly scraping against your skin before he continued, “Then fuck, I fucking will, you got that?”

A laughter bubbled up from your chest at that and you grabbed onto his shoulders to flip you both over, now you were on top of him, “When the fuck did I sign up for a double homicide, huh?” He grinned up at you from below as his hands slid down your sides to come rest on your hips, “When you signed the fucking papers to marry me, slipped in a little contract that said your ass belongs to me and that you have to fucking die with me.” You pretended to punch his chest as you chuckled, “Fuck you, bitch.” Adam's grin only widened at that as he cheekily shot back a, “Do it yourself, you fucking coward.”

If he was inviting you so nicely, who were you to reject?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[conceiteddemon]

There were some little inconsistencies in the first Tide and Bone chapter that I’ve been gnawing on but I think I’ve pieced together the Maw’s plan that makes everything make sense with the new context given to us in the asylum directors letters.

Parts of the break in mission seemed too…smooth? It was bothering me that there was a screaming beast transformation followed by a murder/resurrection in the backyard and that none of the guards, who were explicitly stated to be on high alert and had timed periods of feigned casualness drilled into them, didn’t go check on All of that. And maybe guards who work for greyslate have seen/heard their inmates do some weird shit and have learned to look the other way as long as it happens within the bounds of the sanatorium, fine, but in the middle of the night? In the backyard?? It seemed pretty sus to me before I realized

The Maw and the Serious Man had set up a Candela investigator honeypot

Here are the facts:

1. Sarkas’ escape from the sanitarium went oddly smooth, RIGHT after he witnessed some magic bullshit go on. It went so suspiciously that Rajan theorized that he might have been let out.

2. Sarkas had no proof of what he saw other than his word. According to Matt, a lot of Candela cases turn out to be ‘a drunk guy’ or ‘neophyte woman making big deal out of nothing’ or ‘mob hysteria’, so when Sarkas, who was previously in an insane asylum and had a background as a distrusted OUP, came to Candela with nothing but his word, it seems set up to appear as Baby’s First Investigation. Nekari and Cosmo, who are both old hat, heard about this assignment and thought it seemed ‘routine’. A little parting gift walkabout for an incredibly old man.

3. The Maw seems to mainly prey on the vulnerable. It took Rajan’s sister as a child thrall, and attempted to take him as well. This is speculation but if the Serious Man knew Raj’s mother well enough to stroll around with her, then it’s likely that she was involved with the Occult. Combine that with greyslate being a place where they put OUPs out to pasture, and her line about the circle having her ‘favorite flavors’, it seems like her preferred thralls are those who have had bleed exposure before. Investigators are both strong and vulnerable, and would make great thralls because they haven’t been ‘used up’ like the inmates were.

4. The director’s letters stated that the Maw needed stronger thralls as the current ones burned out too quickly.

So we’ve got the perfect setup to nab a few grade-A thralls, people who are in a line of work where disappearances happen regularly, are susceptible to the Bleed, come with a host of issues to feed upon but aren’t ‘greyed out’ yet like the inmates are. It seems like the perfect plan! Nab a circle, get strong thralls to get digging, set up some misdirection on where the group disappeared to once they are brainwashed and you know more about them.

Unfortunately for them, Cosmo rolled up with a guy who knew EXACTLY what he was fighting and had a chestful of locusts, a monster woman to engage the enemy monster woman in a kaiju battle, a backup triage lady since the first triage lady was preoccupied monster battling, and another dude with a personal vendetta who literally physically cannot die.

#candela obscura #candela obscura spoilers #candela spoilers #candela chapter 3 #the circle of tide and bone #cr #critical role

[aaronhotchswife]

Wild Game

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

When the team plays a *sexy* card game and Reader's and Aaron's secret is out 🤫

Warnings : implied smut, poor writing (i wrote this in 10 minutes after seeing a tiktok of this card lol)

"It's pretty simple. Someone picks a card and needs to do what's on it. For example it could be like anyone who's bodycount is higher than 10 needs to take a shot." Garcia explained.

It was a good thing that everyone was tispy enough to play that game because some of the cards were wild. When Emily picked a card, she laughed saying "well, pretty sure it didn't happen to anyone so." before reading the card

Those who have kissed need to kiss again.

Oups. Well, Emily may think that nobody in the team kissed but it's a lie. Sitting in front of you, Hotch raised from his place, making his way to you mumbling a "the rules are the rules." before putting his lips on yours. You were a taken aback by his reaction but it wasn't a negative thing. You could hear everyone whistling, your mind busy on Aaron. When he pulled away for air, you saw everyones faces in need of an explanation. Clearing your throat you began.

"A couple months ago, Hotch and I kissed."

"And we didn't know about this?! You and boss man ? How did that happen ?" Morgan asked, still in shock.

"It was late, I was in my office and y/n was still at work so we ordered food and talk and we kissed. Just kissed." Aaron responded.

"And nothing happened between you guys after ?" The question had been ask by Emily and you explained to them that it was just on the moment and that's it.

A couple of hours later, you told the team that it was your time to leave, wanting your bed asap. Hotch raised himself from his seat, taking his keys and telling you that he'll take you home. Rossi chuckled, murmuring a not so subtle "yeah sure he's only driving her home." earning a laugh from Morgan and an fake annoyed look from you.

In the car, the ambiance was comfortable. At least you won't have to lie to your coworkers anymore. Parking the car in your driveway, Aaron cleared his throat and looked at you.

"Listen y/n. I would understand if it was no for you but for me it was more than just the moment that time in my office. And tonight, I thank this card for giving me the chance to kiss you again because since the night that we kissed, the idea of kissing you again was stuck in my brain."

The only thing you found yourself to respond was a small Aaron followed by your lips on his, for the second time tonight.

His hands wandered on your body, while yours made his way to his pants, your lips in his neck, murmuring "stay with me tonight."

#aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #hotch x you #thomas gibson

[oldshrewsburyian]

I love this ask! A Persuasion Campus novel please. (Must go lie down at the thought of Ciarán Hinds as a college professor.)

So, to address your parenthetical first: you've seen Circle of Friends, right? I didn't love it, and his role, iirc, is not sympathetic; however:

The academic gown over the three-piece suit is just gratuitous. AHEM. A Jane Austen campus novel AU is tricky, I think, because I have to undo most if not all of the family relationships in favor of other connective nexuses (nexes? nexii? help). Here goes. I might have spent too much time thinking about this over my morning tea.

Sir Walter Elliott is, inevitably, the college president. He's photogenic. He loves uttering empty and incorrect platitudes about his own achievements. He loves schmoozing with important people. Unfortunately, he's perfect for the job.

The Admiral and Sophy have been at the university for ages, and the Admiral loves to tell the story about how he was her spousal hire in 1987, not the other way around.

Elizabeth is using family money to take a never-ending PhD in fashion history. She's always weirdly vague about her project, and finds a way not to participate in chapter exchanges. Rumor says that it's Sir Walter's influence keeping her from being kicked out.

Mary took an M.A., married money, and has been (dis)contentedly living on the UWS ever since. It's not quite true to say that she's never looked back. She visits colloquia and other open department functions with a depressing persistency, and appears not to notice that this is sometimes awkward for people who are united by their passion for a subject in which she never excelled.

Louisa and Henrietta are grad students, and remarkably carefree with it. Somehow their work does, in fact, get done.

Harville is, I think, Wentworth's sailing club buddy.

Mr. Elliott will be a smarmy visiting academic at another area institution. Unfortunately, I know his type. Eventually it will come out that he's eternally "visiting" because of a plagiarism scandal in his past.

Lady Russell is, of course, Anne's PhD supervisor. Who else would be in loco parentis and giving prudent and unwelcome advice?

Anne administers the interdisciplinary center in eighteenth-century studies. While she is several decades younger than those who usually take on such jobs, this works out well for several reasons. She has a head for detail, and is conscientious to a fault. Also, the faculty are (almost) all extremely fond of her, and the importance of this in getting academics to comply with bureaucratic necessities cannot be overstated. She's an alum of the program, and did finish her PhD. Lady Russell still sometimes sighs, a little too audibly, when she sees her erstwhile star student being competent in the front office. But care-taking duties during her mother's long illness meant that Anne's progress through the degree was slow, and international conference travel to boost her reputation didn't happen. The job market, with its precarity and long-distance upheavals, didn't either. So here is Anne, still in the department. Anne herself may not have the career or the life she dreamed of, but she has employment and health insurance, which is more than many recent PhDs can say. She sings in a choir. She tells herself that she has a good life.

Frederick Wentworth was Sophy's student. (I will miss her big sister energy, but a PhD supervisor also has the lifelong privilege of dragging you and telling you to get your life together, so here we are.) Lady Russell thought he was always going to burn out. Sure, he looked good on paper: a bright scholarship student from a state school in the fields of nowhere. But his project, studying contested empire and constructions of masculinity in the Atlantic world using network analysis, was always too ambitious. Until it wasn't.

With several fellowships, a postdoc, and a visiting position at a SLAC behind him -- the OUP monograph is in press -- Frederick Wentworth is back. Lady Russell wasn't on the search committee. But not only is Frederick Wentworth competent to teach the gender studies courses the department wants and the survey courses the university wants, he is also willing to take on the military history courses that the jocks want. "Thank God," says Sophy bluntly, once he's accepted the offer, "I won't have to read their opinions of my haircut in the student evals anymore." Also, there's that OUP monograph. No one quite says out loud that they have in their midst that rarest of creatures, the photogenic male historian who actually is a historian. But the consciousness runs through the halls like a current. This, for the department, could be a beginning.

For Anne, it is something else. It's not that they dated, exactly. It was never that formal, or that limited. Only in retrospect, really, did she realize that it was odd to spend an entire day walking around looking at architecture, or to end up with intertwined ankles on a museum bench, or to cook freely in each other's kitchens, before having an understanding. The understanding came. It was a November night, and they were sitting on a bench in Riverside Park, and she didn't feel the cold. They had agreed that they'd go on the job market together. They would read each other's applications the way they read each other's dissertation chapters. And they'd move to wherever one of them got a tenure-track job first. And then everything fell apart. Anne still thinks that Dr. Russell was right, that it wouldn't have been fair to hold him. More, she thinks that she herself could not have borne to lose what they had in a slow death of long-distance phone calls, too-brief visits, awkward negotiations of what they could and could not expect. Better to be sensible. Better to make a clean break while they were still young, still resilient. But she has never felt resilient. And now Frederick Wentworth is back.

#persuasion #campus novel au #will i actually end up writing this?

[cuttergauthier]

Cali Boy

I hope you love it❤️

(These photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)

Jack Hughes x Female Brisson Reader

Jackhughes

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Jackhughes Spending some time with my girl in Cali🌞🤍

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Ynbrisson I love you😘🤍

→Jackhughes I love you more😘

Brendan.brisson he can go back to Michigan now!!

→Mamabrisson Leave them alone!!

→Ynbrisson Yeah listen to mom!!

Trevorzegras You’d rather spend time with her then me?

→Jackhughes 100%

→Ynbrisson I’m more loveable than you Z!

→Trevorzegras betrayal 😭

Quinnhughes There's a no return policy on Jack, just letting you know, we don't want him back!!

→Jackhughes DUDE?!?!

→Ynbrisson I’ll keep him with me don’t worry 😉 

Colecaufield we’ve officially lost 3 boys to California😭

→brendanbrisson it’s actually 4 You forgot someone…

→Colecaufield don’t think I did… it’s only Alex, Trevor and Jack!

→Brendanbrisson I don’t like you anymore…

Lhughes_06 Please tell me he fell & someone got it on video!?!?!

→Ynbrisson I’ll send it to you😉

→Jackhughes You promised you wouldn’t!?!?!

→Ynbrisson oups🤭

Alexturcotte can we all go surfing together soon?

→Ynbrisson YESSS

→Jackhughes hell yeah!!!

Nicohischier Jack surfing?😳

→Jackhughes 🏄‍♂️

→Ynbrisson I’ll make sure he doesn’t get injured!!!

→Nicohischier Thank you!

Dawsonmercer Please send me the video!!

→Ynbrisson of course !!!

→Jackhughes Babe stop sending everyone the video!!

→Ynbrisson no!!

→Jackhughes i hate you!

→Ynbrisson no you don’t!

→Jackhughes you’re right, I love you!

→Ynbrisson babe🤭🥹

→Dawsonmercer disgusting🤢

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Ynbrisson Turned my Michigan boy Into a Cali Boy😘🤍🏄‍♂️

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Jackhughes I’m a man, not a boy!

→Trevorzegras Nah she got it right, you’re a boy!

→Alexturcotte yeah you aren’t a man!

→Jackhughes is it bully Jack day?😭

→Colecaufield Everyday is bully Jack day!

Jackhughes You’re lucky I love you!!😘🤍

→Ynbrisson the luckiest🤍

→ColeCaufield he's the lucky one, you are way out of his league!

→Jackhughes STOP BULLYING ME!

→Colecaufield NEVER!

Quinnhughes Bring back a souvenir?

→Ynbrisson you got it!!!

Lhughes_06 I can’t believe those two are my new roommates guys🤦🏼‍♂️!!!

→Ynbrisson You love me Lukey don’t lie!

→Lhughes_06 yeah… i guess🙄

→DylanDuke25 i feel so bad for yn and jack!

→Lhughes_06 I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?

→DylanDuke25 YOU SHOULD’VE BOUGHT HEADPHONES TO WATCH HARRY POTTER!!

→Ynbrisson NO FIGHTING!!

→Lhughes_06 sorry yn…

→DylanDuke25 sorry…

Markestapa Yn’s still gonna be the team mom even when she’s in jersey right? 

→Ynbrisson You guys won’t survive without any supervision… it’s now Ellie & Maggie’s jobs!!!

→Ellie Thanks for showing us your tricks to make them listen!!

→Maggie expect a few calls… I have a feeling the now juniors aren’t going to listen to well!!

→Ynbrisson call anytime!!!

Tylerduke why did you have to leave when I Transfer to umich?🙄😭

→Jackhughes She was there for 4 years, if you wanted to be there at the same time you shouldn't have gone to Ohio, now it’s my time !!!

→Ynbrisson Sorry ty, I promise i’ll visit😢

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Ynbrisson Nico Please tell me that Jack doesn’t give a speech before the games… if so i don’t think Mr “This is what it comes down to your Heart, not your boobs” is doing a good job.

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Jackhughes what was wrong with my speech?

→Ynbrisson the real question is what wasn’t wrong with your speech!

→Jackhughes 😢

NicoHischier trust me… we make sure he doesn’t!

→Ynbrisson good, I was concerned for the team!

Quinnhughes I can’t believe i’m actually related to him🤦🏻‍♂️

→Jackhughes Rude!

Lhughes_06 I’ll make sure he never gives a speech yn!

→Ynbrisson good!!

Brendanbrisson i was embarrassed!!🤦🏻‍♂️

Dougiehamilton Oh god🤦🏼‍♂️

Dawsonmercer Jack…

Njdevils We’ll never let him make a speech!!

Colecaufield did Queen Ellen hear this?

→Elblue06 she did… and she’s disappointed!

→Jackhughes sorry mom...

Alexturcotte I just know Yn scolded you after!

→Ynbrisson I did!

→Jackhughes she made me sleep on the couch…

→Elblue06 that’s my girl🤍

→Ynbrisson damn right i did, love you mama el🤍

Jordanbrisson why are you dating him again?

→Ynbrisson I don’t know, i just love him to much!

→Jackhughes thanks… i think…

→Ynbrisson all jokes aside I love you jack🤍

→Jackhughes love you more🤍

→Jordanbrisson why did you have to do that here🙄🤢

#nhl fic #NHL Hockey #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fanfiction #Jack Hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #insta edit #fake instagram edit #nhl #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey fic #New Jersey Devils #Luke Hughes #brendan brisson #alex turcotte #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #cole caufield #nico hischier #dawson mercer

[fullcaps-ethan]

wait lol i forgot upload the rough anim i finished like.... friday morning oups..

also after that in class i doodled sora without a ref and i think i did pretty well ! guess thats what happens when you draw a character a few hundred times in one morning

#sora takenouchi #digimon #digimon adventure #2d animation #animation #yoo ethan draws

[fanhackers]

#writtenbyawoman

A couple of years ago, BookTok and BookTube - the literary subcultures of TikTok and YouTube - started a meme, #writtenbyawoman.  The idea of the meme was that men, as written by women authors, were–well, terrific! Wonderful! Kind, gentle, considerate! To say a man was “written by a woman” was to give him the ultimate compliment: to put him in a category with men like Mr. Darcy, or Laurie from Little Women, or the Hot Priest from Fleabag. This complement has moved past fictional characters to be applied to real men (as in, “OMG he’s amazing, it’s like he’s written by a woman”), as well as to celebrities (e.g. Harry Styles, Timothee Chalamet. Hozier.) 

This is one of those cases where fandom’s hit on an idea that academia has also explored. In the introduction to her 2017 book, Heartthrobs: A History of Women and Desire, historian Carol Dyhouse notes that: 

“The icons of romantic literature — Mr Darcy, Mr Rochester, Heathcliff, or Rhett Butler — were mostly, in the first instance, products of the female imagination. Movie stars and rock musicians acquire and cultivate images that in many cases have little to do with their ‘ real ’ selves. Many of the most successful ‘ romantic leads ’ in the past — Montgomery Clift, Rock Hudson, Dirk Bogarde, Richard Chamberlain, for instance — have been gay. Their performances nevertheless conjured visions of maleness which had women weak at the knees: how do we make sense of this?” 

Dyhouse continues:

What we now refer to as the ‘alpha male’ hero, rugged, square-built with a strong jawline, has never held indomitable sway over feminine emotions. Sensitive types, moody aesthetes, and men exuding androgynous charm have featured equally prominently in the cultural landscape of desire. (1-2)

Even early heartthrob’s like Rudolph Valentino’s character of “The Sheik” were #writtenbyawoman - did you know that he comes from a bestselling novel, The Sheik (1919), written by E.M. Hul (that is, my girl Edith Maud. :D  You go, Edith!) 

Dyhouse’s purview extends from soulmates to vampires to pop stars and of course to David Bowie as the Goblin King. Not a fandom book per se but well worth checking out if your areas of interest include, say, pirates, Adam Ant, or Lord Byron.  

References:

Dyhouse, Carol. Heartthrobs : A History of Women and Desire, OUP Oxford, 2017 

–Francesca Coppa, Fanhackers volunteer

#writtenbyawoman #of course :D #fanhackers #author:FrancescaCoppa

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i get it!

── ☆ remus lupin x fem! slytherin! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Y/n and Remus started dating but knowing that the rest of the marauders wont like her because of her house, they keep their relationship secret. And it turns out that they were right, when the boys find that they’re dating, a certain Sirius Black don’t seem do appreciate her company.

── ☆ Warning/content: angst, fluff at the end, hurt to comfort, Sirius being a bitch, swearing, reader is slytherin and muggleborn, reader is shorter than Remus, mention of bullying and having no friends lol, one sex joke I think, My English (not my native language) and a shitty/rushed ending oups.

── ☆ a.n.: 3.7k words- first fic so don’t hesitate to give me your opinions/advices.

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Y/n turned around as she felt strong arms around her waist.

“Hello, sweetheart” Remus smiled softly as he dropped a kiss on her forehead. “You missed” she said, putting her arms around his neck and standing on her tippy toes to reach her boyfriend’s lips. They parted slightly to catch their breath, but when she tried to kiss him again he pulled away. “Rem?” Y/n asked confused. “Come with me before complaining” he said holding out his hand for her. She took Remus’ larger hand in hers and followed him.

After a few minutes of walking in different hallways, they arrived outside. Remus covered Y/n’s eyes “What are you doing?” “Shh, you trust me, right?” “Yeah” “so close your eyes”. She closed her eyelids under his hand “you can take your hand off Remus”.

He turned to face Y/n and bent over to be on the same level as her “how many fingers do I have?” “Umm, I would say forty-five”. Remus snickered “that was so not funny”.

As they continued to walk Remus saw that she didn’t close her eyes completely “Hey! No cheating darling” she giggled and closed her eyes.

“You can open your eyes Y/n”. As she got her vision back, she watched the scene in front of her in awe. A blanket was laid in the grass, under their favorite tree. A basket of strawberries and a book were arranged on the slick. “Woah that’s- it’s beautiful Remus” she looked in his eyes with the biggest smile. “You’re cute” Y/n felt her cheeks turning red and hugged her boyfriend to hide them.

They sat under the tree having a full view of the Black Lake. Y/n put her head on Remus’ shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist. She took the book in her hands “Persuasion. Jane Austen, huh?” “You said you wanted to read it so here we are” he said laying his head on hers. “You remembered?” she asked impressed “Sure my love. Can you read it to me?” she started reading out loud as Remus nuzzled even more in her hair.

But after a few chapters read, they heard someone yelling “Moony!!”. They raised their heads to find three boys standing in front of them. “Prongs…”, “We are disturbing something right?” James said with a smirk. She could see Sirius staring at her green tie as he spoke “No I don’t think so, come with us Moons”. Remus raised his eyebrow at his friend’s behavior. “You forgot? We need you for the prank” Sirius was looking at Y/n with the darkest eyes she’d ever seen, even though she was used to getting bad looks this one was pretty harsh.

“There’s a problem, Pads?” Y/n could scent that the boys wanted to say something. “You’re dating, right? You two?” James couldn’t contain his question anymore. She finally spoke, “Yeah… a problem?” “What? a problem? No…” He chuckles awkwardly looking at Peter “It’s just that… you’re Slytherin, right?” Y/n nodded. “And?”, “You don’t see the problem?” Sirius asked dryly.

Y/n could feel Sirius’ judgmental look. She sighed and got up “What are you doing darling?” she heard Black scoff at the nickname. “Well, some people don’t seem to like me here” Y/n started to leave when Remus grabbed her arm “Stay. They’re the ones that will go away.” She looked back at him with those sad eyes that make Remus want to scream at his friends. “Rem, I’m used to it. I have to go” He let her arm go and watched her running away.

Remus didn’t even look at his friends before heading back to the Gryffindor common room.

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Remus fell on the couch and looked at Sirius “What the hell was this?”, “Since when you two are a thing?” The werewolf scoffed at his friend’s audacity. “That’s all you have to say?” he said getting up. “Moony please calm down” Peter tried to temper his friend.

Remus took a deep breath and looked back at Sirius “What. The. Hell. Was. This. Sirius?” He stopped after every word. “I could ask you the same Remus.” They looked in each other’s eyes defiantly. “Woah woah” James stood between the two friends “I think we all need to talk but first calm down” He put his hand on Remus’ shoulder “C’mon mate, sit down” he pleaded with a small smile. Remus took a seat on one of the armchairs. Sirius sat on the couch between Peter and James.

“So” James started “Are you really dating this girl, Moony?” Sirius clenched his jaw, waiting for the answer. “Yes. It's been five months.” Remus responded, “Five months?! And you don’t tell us anything? And you’re dating a snake? I bet she doesn’t even like you. She’s probably using y-“ Black couldn’t stop talking but was interrupted by James. “Calm, calm… but I have to agree with Pads for something, why you didn’t tell us?” Remus looked at him, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows like the reason was obvious. “Because of this Prongs. Because of this exact reaction. You always treat Slytherins like shit, yes some of them deserve it, but some are kind and you don’t want to accept that.”

He barely had the time to finish his sentence when Sirius’ voice filled the room “You are delusional Moony! She’s a snake, okay? She cannot be kind, I know my family and how they act and all of them are Slytherins and they are everything but kind.” Remus couldn’t take it anymore, how could Sirius compare Y/n to his family? To death eaters? “All this is not only about you, Pads. It’s not because your family is like this that every Slytherins are the same. I know Y/n and I can say that she’s the opposite of your family.”

If Sirius’ eyes could kill, Remus would be dead by then. “How you dare talk like you know my family?” His voice is so loud that it made Peter flinch “You really don’t get it? Slytherins were, are, and will always be the kind of people that you don’t want to date Remus. She just hides it to get you, but she’s not who you think she is!”

“Stop.” Remus's calm tone surprised Sirius, but he also knew that Remus must be really angry if he’d rather not talk than hurt anyone with words he’d regret. So, the lycanthrope simply got up from the armchair and walked to the dorm.

James and Peter were sitting there, not knowing what to do, looking at each other, letting escape an awkward laugh, watching Sirius as he left the common room, probably heading to the astronomy tower.

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The next day, the Marauders were walking to their potions class when Remus spotted Y/n in front of them, closed for the moment, classroom. “Love.” She turned around and was about to leave a kiss on his lips when she turned her head, feeling watched. There she found the three other boys standing, Sirius looking like he was about to jump down her throat, James not knowing which one of his friends he was supposed to believe, and Peter, well, he was there.

“Hey… don’t mind them” he put her head towards him, his finger pulling her chin. Remus pulled Y/n in a kiss, ignoring the look Sirius’ was giving them. She looked into his eyes, a smile on her face, he was making her feel safe, it was so comforting.

As they started talking, Professor Slughorn called Remus to give help for the upcoming class. “I’m here in a second sweetheart” he left after pecking her lips.

“You can stop it y/l/n” she looked at Sirius and sighed “What do you want Black?” the interested rolled his eyes. “You can stop smiling. He’s not there, you can stop faking.” Her jaw clenched, what the hell was his problem? She knew he didn’t like her but it was too much, she didn’t do anything wrong she was just living her life and it was too much for him. “Hey! I get it, you don’t like me and stuff but stop. I don’t know what you think I’m doing but-“ “You don’t like him!” she titled her head, her hands in fists “What do you know about me, Black?” He looked at her, arms crossed brows furrowed “You’re a snake. I don’t know what Moony finds in you, but I know that you don’t love him, you just try to get something out of him. Someone, to help you get good grades? Someone to make fun of with your friends, fooling him?”

Y/n wanted to cry. And she hated it. How could he think that? She loved Remus with her whole heart, he helped her in her worst moments, he was her only confidant when being alone was too much, when she didn’t fit with the other Slytherins, when their glances and smirks in the hallways were too much, when the treats because of her being muggleborn went too far. He was the only one who knew everything she was going through. She always tried to help him, to be there for him as much as he is there for her. She cared so much about him.

So, to tell her that she was faking how she felt just because she was at Slytherin was making her feel so bad. She wasn’t welcome in her own house and, apparently, in the other houses too. She couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t want to cry in front of Sirius, that would be letting him win.

She looked at the ground, her lower lip trembling. She wanted to leave, she couldn’t stay. Y/n ran away, not thinking about anything but leaving.

Remus came back and saw that Y/n was not there anymore. He looked at Sirius, “what happened Pads?”, “I was right. She doesn’t like you.” He was staring at the lycanthrope, sure of himself. Remus didn’t understand anything, it didn’t make any sense. Why would she didn’t love him? How the way she was looking at him like he was her entire world was fake? It was delusional.

“Shut up Sirius. You don’t know what you’re saying” The raven-haired boy took a step forward. “Oh, really? Then why does she leave when I told her that she didn’t love you?” Remus’ jaw clenched “Because you’re fucking mean to her Sirius! You’re being paranoid!” The door of the class opened at the same time, Remus took advantage of it and left his friends there.

He spent the class ignoring him, changing his seat to be next to Lily during this class, and Mary ended up next to Sirius.

── ☆

On this day, every time Remus was trying to talk to Y/n she found an excuse to leave. She looked sad, and disturbed, he wanted to do everything he could to make her feel better. He felt guilty, he knew he had no real reasons but he couldn’t help, it was his friend that was making her feel this way. He gave up, thinking that she just needed some time alone, he just hoped that it was not going to last long so he could help her as soon as possible.

It continued during the next two weeks. Y/n was cold, and the usual happiness that only Remus could see was gone. As the days passed, she stayed a little more with him but was leaving whenever his friends were around. So, Remus decided to invite her to Hogsmeade on a date on Friday night to make her think about something else.

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She called Remus from afar, running up to him, throwing herself in his arms. “I missed you, Rem.” He put his head on hers “We were together yesterday, love” he chuckled. Y/n lift her head to look at him in the eyes, her arms on his chest “No, I mean, I wasn’t in a good place these last days, I missed being with you and feeling good.” He pulled her even closer if it was even possible, she buried her face in his neck feeling the tears coming to her eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay sweetheart” he reassured her “I’m so sorry that my friends are being dumb Y/n” he heard her laughing against his shoulder. “it’s fine, I can understand his point of view. I mean, his family is horrible and most of Slytherins are despicable so he thinks I’m like them.” Remus pushed her away from his chest, his hands on her shoulders “No it’s not fine. He hurt you! What he said to you and about you was horrible” She bit her lips as he spoke “So, you never believed him? You never doubted the fact that I was loving you?” He cupped her cheeks, his thumbs brushing her cheeks “Who do you think I am, love? Of course, I never doubted.” He pulled her in a sweet and slow recomforting kiss.

They walked in the streets of Hogsmeade, hand in hand, talking about everything. They sat at the Three Broomsticks, drinking two butterbeers; before being interrupted by Sirius “Oi Moons! Do you want to come with us we’re going to Zonko” Remus glanced at Y/n who shrugged her shoulders. “Only if Y/n can come too.” “Oh c’mon-“ “Yes, she can” James cut him.

They walked, Remus and Y/n holding hands; James, Sirius, and Peter behind them. Y/n couldn’t ignore Sirius’ little comments about her or her relationship with Remus. She tried to, but it’s been twenty minutes and it was too much.

She stopped in her track, turning to face Sirius “I get it that you don’t like me! There’s no need to remind me everyday Sirius! And you’re not the only one hating on me, but the others are a little more discrete when it comes to criticizing me!” she yelled at him, she couldn’t stop the angry and sad tears that she was keeping away from him for weeks. He felt dumb, he stood in front of her, rather awkwardly. “I…” “You…?” he didn’t know what to say, seeing her cry was a spur to see that he went too far. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She left, asking everyone not to follow her.

“What the hell is wrong with you Sirius?!” He was furious. “Don’t you dare talk to her again! Don’t you dare talk about her! You acted like a fucking idiot, Sirius. If you don’t apologize the next time you see her, I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Hep! Stop, stop, stop. Everyone calms down.” James, as always, tried to stop the tensions. “Remus, you will say things that you don’t think.” “You didn’t see what he spoke to my girlfriend?!” he shot back “Yes, I saw, Moony! It was kinda hard to miss, no need to yell at me.” Remus looked at the ground “Sorry…”

During the weekend, Remus stayed away from the other marauders, mostly passing time with Mary and Lily. Y/n didn’t show up, even at lunch or dinner. When Remus tried to talk to her, he couldn’t find her, she never went outside of her common room and he couldn’t enter inside. He thought that she would be back on Monday, that she needed to be alone like most of the times when she felt sad.

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Monday, at lunch, Y/n was still missing. Remus sat next to Peter, trying to ignore Sirius in front of him, it’s not like he cared, his mind was busy thinking about the empty seat at the Slytherins table.

“Moony?” he turned his head to see Sirius, who was looking at his plate, playing with his food. “Um. I wanted to apologize… because, er… I did not see her this morning, and I thought that, maybe, it was because of me, so, um… sorry…” Remus laughed humorless “maybe? I haven’t seen her in three days, and guess what was three days ago? When she left crying because of you, after two weeks of you acting like a dick. And it’s not the fact that I haven’t seen her in three days that kills me, Pads. It’s the fact that it’s been three days that she’s been alone.”

Sirius lifted his head “alone? But she still has friends. I mean, it’s not because she was without you that she was alone alone.” “Yes, she was alone alone, Padfoot. Did you ever see her with other Slytherins? Huh? No, right? Because the Slytherins don’t like her. You know why?” he shook his head “Because she’s a muggleborn. Try to be a muggleborn and be at Slytherin. So, you’re nice Sirius, but she didn’t need your little reminders about how evil she is.”

Sirius felt like an idiot. A real idiot. He should have shut up. All this time, he thought that she was like every Slytherin and it turned out that she was the complete opposite and he didn’t even believe her when she tried to tell him. He thought that she was a future death eater when she was a muggleborn. He thought that she was dating Remus to make fun of him with her friends when the only moments where she talked to other Slytherins were when they were shouting slurs at her. “I’m going to apologize to her.” “Yeah, you better do.”

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Sirius asked his brother to let him enter the Slytherin common room, after some negotiations, Regulus accepted and even found an excuse to make Y/n go out of her dorm. So, on Tuesday night, when Regulus told her to head to the common room so she could help him with the transfiguration that she learned last year, Regulus being one of the only ones to talk to her, she accepted. But Y/n had the surprise to find a certain Gryffindor sitting on the leather couch.

She barely had the time to see Sirius, so she tried to leave. “Wait! Y/n, please.” She turned around and stared at him. She looked really tired like she had been crying a lot. “I- I wanted to apologize. I’ve been horrible to you and just mean. I was just stubborn and didn’t want to accept that some Slytherins could be good persons.” She didn’t say anything, Sirius really felt guilty “I didn’t mean to hurt you… this much…”

Y/n finally spoke, “It’s okay. You’re not the first one who hates me. It’s not like it changed something. And if you only came here because Remus asked you, you can leave now.” Her tone was flat like she didn’t have the energy to explain what was happening in her head.

“No, it’s not okay. I’m not only here because Remus asked, I really wanted to apologize to you, I feel like an idiot. And I’m ashamed of how I acted. I don’t ask you to forgive me, I just wanted you to know that I will no longer interfere in your relationship with Remus.” He really did look ashamed; Y/n could see the way his fingers played with the hem of his shirt.

“You really hurt me, Sirius. You tried to keep me away from the only person that care about me. I finally had someone to be with and you tried to end things. I spend six years alone, feeling like an outsider in this house. Remus was the only one who made me feel loved, so to tell me that I was faking how I felt… To make fun of him with people that you thought were my friends when they were my bullies… I can’t tell you how much it hurt me.” She could feel the unpleasant sensation in her throat like she was about to cry. Her voice flinched “I shouldn’t be affected this much-“ Here we go, a tear fell on her cheek. “Um- I guess it was just the final straw…” She broke down in front of Sirius, too sad to be embarrassed.

He didn’t know what to answer to that. He regretted everything he did. He didn’t want to say something that would make her feel even worst. “Is this okay?” he asked before wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She didn’t reply anything, he took this as a ‘yes’. He held her until she calmed down, pulled away, and left.

── ☆

James had the idea, to arrange the chaos that Sirius created, to leave Remus alone in their dorm all day and night so he could invite Y/n over without being interrupted by his friends and ‘make as many noises as they wanted’ a thought that earned him a smack in the head from Remus.

So, Remus asked Y/n to come over for the day and she happily accepted. He prepared everything so the day was perfect for her: her favorite food that, as the houses elves’ favorite boy, he took from the kitchens; Persuasion that was still left in chapter four since the day where the marauders discovered their relationship; all the mattresses on the floor, covered in blankets and pillows and Sirius’ records collection.

It was three in the afternoon when Y/n knocked at the door. “Yes?” she opened the door slowly and saw Remus standing in the middle of the room, she could see that he was blushing a little. She approached him and hugged him tightly “I love it, Remus.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist “I want you to have the best day ever, Y/n. You deserve it so much.” He could feel her holding him even closer. “I love you, Remus. I can’t tell you how much I do…” He held her face between his hands and leaned to give her a kiss “I love you too darling”

They started reading, Y/n laying on her back the book above her head, and Remus beside her, on his side, watching her more than listening to her. They ate some snacks and just stayed there, talking about the last days, not without some tears before eating dinner, listening to some music and dancing, well mostly stepping on the other’s feet or tumbling. Happy nevertheless exhausted from the last events, they fell asleep quickly.

In the morning, the boys came and found them embraced in each other’s arms, the sunbeam kissing their faces. They didn’t dare wake them up, they could see the way they hold and seem to trust each other was proof that they were purely in love.

Sirius smiled at the sight of his friend, happy for him to have found the perfect person.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

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"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean said to Sam as we ride down the two lane road. Dean was driving, as usual, and Sam was in the passenger seat and I was in the back. "Why?" Sam asked him. "Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave -- there, there was no body left after the fire." Dean groans.

"She has a headstone." Sam said. "Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on." Dean grumbles. "Dean, that's not the point." Sam said to him. "Well then, enlighten me, Sam." Dean challenged 

"It's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after Dad it just...just feels like the right thing to do." Sam said. "It's irrational, is what it is." Dean grumbles.

"Look, man. No one asked you to come." Sam yelled. "Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down." Dean said. "That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me and Sam off at my safehouse, which isn't far from here. I'll grab my bike and we'll go visit Mary's grave and we'll meet you at the Roadhouse tomorrow." I said and Dean scoffs.

"Right. Stuck...stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks." Dean said. "Ah, is someone afraid to make new friends?" I asked in a mimic baby voice. Sam starts to chuckle but Dean ignores me as he continues to look at the road and drive on.

After arriving at the graveyard, Sam was kneeling before a headstone while Dean was wandering around the graveyard. I stood by the car, surveying the grounds, and started thinking that maybe I need to go visit my mother's grave. It's actually not far from Lawrence, she's buried a town over. I haven't been to her grave since I was kid and I begged dad to take me to her grave.

He didn't want to go at first but he realized how important it was to me and we went together to see her grave. After that, I never went back. I'm not sure why, I guess time got away from me and now with me and Sam are now a part of some plan that the yellow eyed demon has for us...that has occupied my mind for a long time.

I don't act like it, as I don't want to worry the boys, but I'm scared of whatever this plan that son of a bitch has for me and Sam. 

"Hey." Sam's voice said and I jump, slightly, at this and look oup at him. "You okay?" He asked me. "Yeah, yeah...just...coming here with you guys...it's made me think I should go visit my mom's grave." I said and Sam nods as he stands next to me and leans against the car.

"Have you ever visited it before?" He asked me. "Once. When I was a kid about ten or eleven, dad brought me there. Haven't gone back since then." I said, softly. 

"Sam! (Y/n)!" Dean's voice yells and we look up at him and go to him. Dean then shows us a dying tree and a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding a gravestone. 

Later, Dean takes a card from a man in a suit, then walks over to me and Sam. "Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago." Dean said as we walked together.

"And?" Sam and I asked. "And? You guys saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?" Dean asked. "Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide." Sam said, shrugging. "No, I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it." Dean said.

"Okay, so what are you thinking?" I asked Dean. "I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?" He said and Sam scoffs. "What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?" Dean asked him. "Yeah, b--" Sam started to say but Dean talks over him.

"Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough." He said and Sam nods, turning away. "Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something." Dean said. "It's just...stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?" Sam asked.

"So?" Dean asked. "So -- are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?" Sam said, questioning. "What else would it be about?" Dean asked and Sam sighs heavily, shaking his head,  and moves to get into the car. "You know, just forget about it." He said. "You believe what you want, Sam, but -- I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out." Dean said to him. "Yeah. Fine." Sam growls.

"Anyway...where to next?" I asked Dean. "Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school." Dean said and I nod then we get inside of the car and drive off.

Dean knocks on the door of Dr. Mason's office at the school. The man answers and looks between us. "Dr. Mason?" I asked him. "Yes?" Mason said. "I'm Sam. This is Dean and (y/n). We were friends of Angela's. We...we wanted to offer our condolences." Sam said and Mason nods. "Please, come in." He said as he opens the door wider.

We enter then he closes the door behind us. Sitting down, he shows us a photo album. In the corner, Dean is looking through an old book. "She was beautiful." Sam said as we look through the album. "Yes, she was." Mason said.

"This is an unusual book." Dean said and he shows the cover of the book he's been paging through; it has carvings of Greek letters and a triangular symbol. "It's ancient Greek; I teach a course." Mason replied and Dean puts the book down.

"So a car accident, that's, that's horrible." I said to Mason, softly. "Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh..." Mason said then he stops and gulps. "It's gotta be hard. Losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're s-- still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence." Dean said and I look at him, concerned.

"You ever feel anything like that?" Dean asked Mason. "I do, as a matter of fact." Mason said as Sam looks at Dean. "That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through." Sam assured him. "You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh....Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I, I'm just lost without her." Mason said, shakily.

"We're very sorry." I said and he nods at us.

"I'm telling you guys, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet." Dean said as sit in the motel room. "Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing." Sam said. "Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground." Dean said. "There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father." I said to Dean.

"Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?" Dean said and I sighed in exasperation. "You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore." Sam said, annoyed.

"So what, Sam? What, we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?" Dean asked. "I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far." Sam said to him.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "This is about Mom's grave." Sam said and Dean scoffs. "That's got nothing to do with it." 

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it. I watched you, Dean." I said and he glares at me. "Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad." Sam said and Dean turns to him and Sam sighs.

"You wanna take a swing? Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better." Sam said to him and Dean shakes his head, minutely. "I don't need this crap." He growls and he grabs his jacket and keys and starts for the door. 

"Dean, where're you going?" I asked him. "I'm going to go get a drink. Alone." He said to me, firmly, as he gives me a harsh glare then he leaves. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose then turn to Sam.

"Do you think this is a hunt?" Sam asked me. I shrug then said. "I don't know, Sam. I mean...that grass around the grave is weird but she's not a vengeful spirit. I don't know. Maybe I'll go and do some research and figure it out." I said and I grab my jacket and put it on. "I'll be back." I said and I walk out of room.

After not getting any answers from the library or from the internet, I head back to the motel and open the door to see Dean was back. They turned to me and I give a small smile to them. "Hey." I said. "Where were you?" Dean asked as i shut the door behind me.

"I was trying to find anything about your dead grass around the grave." I said. "And?" Dean asked and I sigh. "It was a bust." I said. "Where were you?"

"Working my imaginary case." Dean said as he gives an angry look towards Sam. "Yeah? And?" Sam asked. "Well, you were right, I didn't find much." Dean said and Sam and I nod, sympathetically. "Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings." Dean said, sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, we get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here." Sam said. "Maybe? Guys, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think." Dean growls and I sigh. "We should check out the guy's apartment." I said. "I just came from there. Pile of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too." He said.

"So, unholy ground?" Sam asked. "Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela." Dean said then he gets up, crosses the room to pick up a pink book. "I have been reading this, though." He said and my jaw drops.

"You stole the girl's diary?" I asked, shocked. "Yeah, (y/n). And if anything the girl's a little too nice." Dean said. "So what do you want to do?" Sam asked him. "Keep digging, talk to more of her friends." Dean said.

"You get any names?" I asked as I nod towards the diary. "Are you kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world." He said as he holds the diary.

"I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors." The guy, named Neil, said to us once we stood outside of his door. "Oh yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen. Or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever jump-starts the healing." Dean said to him. "Well, I think I'm okay. Thanks." Neil said.

"Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" I asked and he nods, slightly. "Yeah, I did." He said. "Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Grief can make people do crazy things." Sam said to him. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt killed himself it wasn't 'cause of grief." Neil sneered.

"No? Then why?" Dean asked him. "It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it." Neil said. "How was Matt responsible?" I asked, confused. "Well, she really loved that guy. But the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl." Neil replied.

Sam and I give a shock look at this while Dean hums at this. "She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car." Neil said then he looks between us. "Um, look, I gotta get ready for work, so...thanks for the concern, but...seriously, I'll be okay." He said and he goes back in his house while Dean turns and looks, significantly, at me and Sam.

"Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense. I mean, hell hath no fury..." Dean said as we walk down the street. "So if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?" I asked him. "Well, there's one way to be sure." Dean said as we get into the car.

"Yeah? What's that?" Sam asked.

"Burn the bones." Dean replied 

"Burn the bones? Are you high?" Sam scoffed and Dean thinks about it. "Angela died last week!" Sam exclaimed. "So?" Dean said, unfazed. "So, there's not gonna be bones. There's gonna be a ripe, rotting body in the coffin." Sam said. "Since when are you afraid to get dirty? Huh?" Dean asked him.

That night, we dig at Angela's gravesite, we were panting and sweating with exertion until we finally hit her coffin. Standing on the coffin, Dean clears the rest of the dirt off and turns to me. "Ladies first." He said and I rolled my eyes. "Such a gentleman." I said with sarcasm and I hand him a flashlight. "Hold that for me, please, dear." I said, sweetly, and he rolls his eyes but takes my flashlight.

I open the coffin, wincing in preparation, but the coffin was empty. The three of us look at each other in shock.

"They buried the body four days ago." I said, shocked, as we stared at the empty coffin. "I don't get it." Sam said then he moves his flashlight and I noticed something Carver in the coffin. "Guys, look." I said and we kneel down and look at the carving. "What is that?" Dean asked. "I'm not sure." Sam said.

"I've seen these kind of symbols before." Dean said, in realization.

The next day, we go to Dr Mason's house and Dean pounds heavily on the door. "Dean. Take it easy, okay?" I said to him just as Mason opens the door.

"You're Angie's friends, right?" He asked as he looks at us. "Dr. Mason..." Sam started to say, gently, but Dean steps up. "We need to talk." He said, harshly, and I smack his arm. "Dean." I said, warningly. "Well, then, come in." Mason said as he opens his door wider for us. "Thanks." I said and we enter the building.

"You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me --" Dean said as he starts unwrapping a paper. "...what are these?" He asked and he shows Dr. Mason the paper on which he's copied the symbols from the grave. "I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela." Mason said, confused. "It does. Please, just humor me." Dean said and Mason looks over the paper.

"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual." He said. "Used for necromancy, right?" I asked him. "That's right." He said. "See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action." Dean said to her.

"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" He asked and I watched him, starting to doubt that he did this ritual. "I think you know." Dean said, harshly. "Dean." Sam and I said, warningly. "Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?" Dean asked, ignoring us.

"Dean!" Sam and I said, louder.

"What are you talking about?" Mason asked Dean. "What's dead should stay dead!" Dean yells. "What?!" Mason asked, confused. "Stop it!" I shouted at Dean as I grab his arm but he yanks his arm away from me and continues to yell at Mason.

"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Sematary?" Dean asked, angrily. "You're insane." Mason yells.

"Where is she?" Dean asked him. "Get out of my house." Mason said and he goes to his phone and starts to dial but Dean knocks it out of his hand. "I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!" Dean yells, angrily. "Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!" Sam yells and he grabs Dean's jacket, and we point to a row of plants by the window.

"Beautiful, living plants." I said to him then I turn to Mason. "We're leaving." I said. "I'm calling the police." Mason said as Dean pulls out of Sam's grip and storms for the door. "Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again." Sam said and we leave.

Dean strides down the steps and along the sidewalk, Sam and I began following him. "What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" I asked him, angrily. "Back off." Dean growled. "That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!" Sam said.

"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else." Dean said. "Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!" I said, firmly. "(Y/n), I know what I'm doing." Dean said and I shake my head. "No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me." I said. "And you're scaring me too." Sam said.

"Don't be overdramatic, guys." Dean said. "You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill." Sam said. "Wha-" Dean started to ask but I talk over him.

"You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tailspinning, Dean. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me or Sam help you." I said to him. "I can take care of myself, thanks." Dean said.

"No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can." I said but then Dean talks over me. "(Y/n), if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear..." Dean yells but then Sam steps in. "Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. (Y/n)'s lost her Mom and Dad. And now (y/n) and I are going to lose you too?" Sam said to him, desperately, and Dean just glares at us for a moment.

"We better get out of here before the cops come." He said and I frown at him. "I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. And I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it." Dean said and Sam laughs.

"Right?" Dean said and I smirked. "Our lives are weird, man." I said. "You're telling me? Come on." Dean said and we get in the car and drive off.

Back at the motel, Dean was pacing while Sam was sitting on the bed with John's journal and I sat in one of the chairs by the table. "We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asked. "Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks." Sam said.

"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em." Dean said, annoyed, as he goes to sit across from me. "No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them. Some say -- setting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?" Sam said, annoyed.

"Is there anything they all have in common?" I asked him. "No. But a few said silver might work." Sam replied. "Silver's a start." Dean said. "Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?" Sam asked. "We've got to figure out the person who brought her back." Dean said.

"Any ideas?" Sam asked, looking between us. "I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil." Dean said and I look over at him. "Neil?" I said, confused. "Yep." Dean said and he stands and crosses the room to pick up the pink diary.

"How'd you come up with that?" Sam asked. "Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine." Dean said and he begins reading the diary. "Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt." Then he looks up at us.  "There's more in here where that came from. It's got unrequited Duckie love written all over it." Dean said. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead." Sam said and I shrug. "I don't know, Sam. He seemed alittle resentful about Matt." I said.

"Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books." Dean said and we give him a speculative look.

We  break in Neil's house, which was dark and quiet. "Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors -- we've come to hug." Dean said as he pulls out a gun. Sam and I look at it. "Silver bullets?" I asked. "Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse." He said and we start stalking through the house, Deam in the lead with the gun out. We could see wilted plants by a window then we find the entrance to the basement. Dean nods at it.

"Unless it's where he keeps his porn..." Dean said. "Is that what your hoping?" I asked and he shrugs and I shake my head. Sam opens the door and Dea  leads the way down the stairs to the room, which was empty. "Sure looks like a zombie pen to me." I said as we look around.

"Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?" Sam asked as I find a loose grate and pull it aside -- it leads out, somewhere. "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches." Dean said, gesturing towards the grate, and I roll my eyes. "Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean." Sam said.

"Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?" Dean said. "Yeah." Sam and I said, in unison. "Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex." Dean said and Sam shakes his head at him while I give a sarcastic gasp. "Really? No way! I thought it only took one to tango." I said, sarcastically, and Sam chuckles. 

"Ok, smartass. It's just....I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up." Dean said and the three of us exchange a look.

Eventually, we get out of Neil's house and head over to Angela's friend, Lindsey, friend house. We get inside to see Angela had pulled Lindsey up to her feet and raised a pair of scissors towards her. Dean fires and Angela convulses once the bullets hit her.

Dean fires the gun again, right in Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out the window; Dean follows while Sam and I run to Lindsey. "Gotcha. We gotcha." Sam said as we stand next to her and Dean comes back through the window.

"Damn, that dead chick can run." He said as he comes over to me. "What now?" I asked him. "I say we go have a little chat with Neil." Dean said.

After making sure Lindsey was okay, we got into the Impala and started down the road. "So the silver bullets, they did something, right?" Sam said as he looks through the journal. "Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?" Dean asked. "Um, okay, besides silver, we have...nailing the undead back into their gravebeds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from." Sam said and I rais an eyebrow.

"Their gravebeds? You serious?" I asked. "Yeah." Sam said. "How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?" Dean asked.

Later, we enter Neil's office to see him sittding in the dark and he looked nervous. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked us, nervously. "You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you -- you take the cake." Dean said to him.

"Okay. Who are you guys?" Neil asked. "You might want to ask Angela that question." I said and Neil gives us a confused look. "What?" He asked, nervously. "We know what you did. The ritual? Everything." Sam said and Neil scoffs. "You're crazy."

"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff." Dean said to him. "Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey." I said. "I don't know what you're talking about." Neil said.

Then Dean stomps over to the other side of the desk and hauls Neil up by the collar. "Hey! No more crap, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now. The three of us can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!" Dean yells. "My house. She's at my house." Neil revealed and Dean lets him go, but I notice several potted plants by the window. They're dead. Dean looks at the plants as well then looks at Neil.

"You sure about that?" Dean asked and Neil nods, looking around nervously. Dean looks past him to see a closet then he raises his voice slightly. "Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles...It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us." Dean said then he walks closer to Neil.

"I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now." He said, significantly. "No. No." Neil said and Dean leans in, lowering his voice again. "Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad." He said then he turns to us and said. "Let's go."

And we leave the office and head back into the Impala.

Back at her grave, we began to light some candles around Angela's grave. "You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked Dean. "No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with." Dean said then we heard a noise. The boys and I nod to each other.

Sam and I stand and pull a gun from the small of our backs and we split up. I stalk in the direction of the sound until I  freeze, hearing something behind me. I turn around and point the gun at Angela, and she stops short. "Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please." She pleads but I fire the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back.

Then I bolt back towards the grave until she tackles me, and I land hard on the ground; she twists my head back. Then a gun fires and I turn over to see Angela standing up while Dean shoots her several more times until she falls straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin.

Dean grabs a long metal stake and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. I get up as Sam comes and helps me and we look into the grave just as Dean buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in.

"Wait, don't --!!!!" She screams but Dean drives it further in. She gasps one last time, then goes limp. Dean pulls back, panting. "What's dead should stay dead." He whispers.

Dean, Sam and I pat down the dirt over the grave as the sun rises. "Rest in peace." Sam said as we pant. "Yeah. For good this time, okay?" Dean said and we turn away, heading for the car. I grunts as I lift the shovel over one shoulder. "You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp." Sam complimented Dean. "Thanks." He said. "But did we have to use me or Sam as bait?" I asked. 

"Honestly, I figured she would go after Sam. He seems to be more of her type. You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys." Dean said and I chuckled while Sam rolls his eyes. "I think she broke my hand." I said. "You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later." Dean said then he turns and stares at something. 

Sam and I turn to see he was staring at Mary's grave. "You want to stay for a while?" Sam asked him. "No." Dean said and we drop our things in the trunk of the car and get in.

Driving along, Dean is scowling and Sam and I look at him, concerned. Dean pulls the car across the road to stop in the opposite shoulder. He gets out and sits on the hood. Sam and I follow.

"Dean, what is it?" I asked him as we go stand on either side of him. There was a long pause before he speaks. "I'm sorry." He said. "You -- For what?" Sam asked. "The way I've been acting. And for Dad. I mean, he was your dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone." Dean said, in a defeated tone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him. "I know you two've been thinking it -- so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone." Dean said. "Dean." Sam and I said, concerned, and I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You guys can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know." He said, his voice shaking slightly. "We don't know that. Not for sure." Sam said to him

"Sam...(y/n)..." Dean said then he starts crying. "You two and Dad...you're the most important people in my life. And now...I never should've come back. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it." Dean explains and we nod at him.

"So tell me. What could you two possibly say to make that all right?" Dean asked us and he looks at Sam, who looks away, then he looks at me. I look down as I really didn't have anything to say, I'm speechless on what to say to him to make him feel better.

Dean looks away then I slide my hand off of his shoulder then slide it towards in his hand and hold it. He holds my hand as well then squeezed it while I run my thumb over his knuckles, reassuringly, and the three of us look out on the mountain side scenery.

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