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Aftercare - Harrisco

Based on the prompt aftercare from @heckyeahharrisco

Harry and Cisco decide to try out a new toy, but when Cisco starts to spiral Harry takes care of him.

2.9k words

NSFW (but like it’s mostly Harry taking cake of Cisco, focus on the after care)

warnings- bdsm, flogging, use of a safeword, D/s relationship, panic attack (?)

Harry and Cisco were tired after a long day working for Team Flash, vibing, breaching, running coms, and making tech. It was hard work being on a superhero team, especially when you didn’t have speed healing to keep you moving swiftly. So when the team disbursed for the evening Cisco and Harry quickly made their way through a breach back to their apartment.

With both men in the bedroom, Cisco shut the door behind him and put a box on the bed.

“Harry, our package came.” Cisco spoke with a teasing tone to his voice. He knew that both Harry and himself should really just try and get a good night's rest, but he couldn’t wait to play with their new toys.

Harry quickly finished brushing his teeth as he heard Cisco cutting opened the box, then swiftly made his way over to the bed, moving Cisco to the side and grabbing the scissors from his hands.

“I’ll do this. Go get undressed and get on your knees.” Harry quickly stepped into his dom persona and smirked to himself as Cisco whispered a ‘yes sir’ before biting his lip and pulling off his graphic tee.

Harry reached into the box and the first thing he pulled out was a pair of new, soft leather cuffs, the pair that Cisco had borrowed (stole) from the CCPD worked perfectly but the rough metal started to chafe Cisco’s wrists during longer play sessions.

Harry rubbed his hands over the leather and the locks, checking the keys, and making sure everything was how it should be. He never looked up, but Harry knew Cisco was watching and likely sweating with anticipation.

The other item in the box was what Harry and Cisco had been most excited for, the flogger. The handle was about six inches long and wrapped in smooth black leather, it felt comfortable in Harry’s hand like a perfect fit. Coming off of the base were two dozen leather straps each one between 8 and 10 inches long and about a quarter inch in width. Harry ran the straps softly through his hands then cracked it once in the air.

After a few moments of heavy anticipation Harry spoke.

“color?” he questioned, before anything starts Harry always makes sure Cisco is 100% ready and consenting.

“I’m ready, sir.” Cisco spoke “Green” He added, it was the go ahead Harry needed.

Harry placed the flogger down then grabbed the cuffs and a chain that could attach them to a hook he had installed in the wall, it was the perfect height for Cisco, it kept him in place but the angle was gentle enough that his arms didn't fall asleep.

“Back against the wall” Harry demanded, Cisco nodded in response and moved quickly.

Harry took in the sight of Cisco’s body in great detail before moving. Cisco had goosebumps covering his skin either from the excitement or the slight chill the room had. His hair was sloppy and frizzy with a few strands out of place, Harry ran his fingers through a small piece, twisting it around before gently dropping it.

The light touch drove Cisco insane, it was enough to draw in all of his senses but it left him yearning for more.

Harry moved his hand away, and leaned in for a kiss that Cisco was very grateful for. While distracted in the heat of the kiss Harry reached down and firmly grabbed Cisco's right nipple between his index finger and thumb.

The sudden contact caused Cisco to gasp, but he was quickly drawn back to the kiss as Harry's tongue rubbed a circle around his own. Harry alternated his hands, one on the back of Cisco's neck keeping him in place the other on his nipples, pulling and pinching...pleasing him in a way only Harry knew how to do.

Once Cisco was ready, he started grinding into Harry’s thighs, almost as soon as he started Harry backed away, abandoning Cisco’s lips and his, now perky, nipples.

Cisco barely had a chance to let out a desperate whine when Harry replaced his thighs with his hand and the wine in Cisco’s throat quickly turned into a moan.

Harry gently rubbed his thumb over the slit on Cisco’s head then spit into his hand; he slowly moved his hand down to the base of Cisco's shaft and gradually picked up his speed.

Harry kept stroking, long and hard, returning to the head after every few strokes to massage it more.

After Harry found a steady rhythm he reached up with his other hand and started teasing that sweet spot right under Cisco's ball's. It didn't take long to get him to the edge, Cisco was practically shaking ready to release.

“Oh God, Harry...sir, please can I come. Please" he managed to moan out as Harry chuckled.

“Not yet, my sweet thing. After" without another word Harry removed his hands and pulled out the cuffs.

With Cisco quivering on the edge Harry quickly slipped him into the cuffs and hooked him up to the wall.

“You’re such a good boy” Harry whispered into Cisco’s ear before backing up, pulling off his own shirt, grabbing the flogger and whipping it against the air.

The sound echoed through the room, putting Cisco slightly on edge, suddenly with his arms bound and his back turned he was a lot more apprehensive of the new toy then he was when he and Harry had first ordered it.

They had done spankings before, but that was mostly with Harry’s hand, or a paddle on some occasions. This was a whole new level and Cisco would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous, he trusted Harry with his life, this was just new.

Harry noticed the way Cisco flinched at the sound and the tightness around his neck and shoulders.

“Color Cisco, be honest.” Harry spoke not moving from his spot. Cisco took a moment, as if trying to decide before breathing out…

“yellow” it was their word for caution

Harry took a moment to think about what his next move would be, how to calm Cisco down without ending scene, which wasn't fun for either of them. Harry was serious about his position as Cisco’s dom, he knew changing pace in moments like this was his responsibility.

“I’m going to move very slowly Cisco. I’m going to come up behind you and just rub the flogger along your spine, so you can feel it, we can go from there.” Harry had made a statement but he was waiting to move until a response came from Cisco. A small nod was all Cisco gave and it was all Harry needed.

It took Harry three steps to end up directly behind Cisco, he reached down and put a hand on Cisco's trembling shoulder before whispering a soft ‘i’ve got you’ that instantly relaxed the boy.

At the relaxation Harry gently ran the flogger from the middle of Cisco's back down to the start of his ass, Cisco reaction was all positive so Harry repeated the motion a few more times before lightly hitting Cisco instead of just dragging it along his skin.

At the sudden strike Cisco jumped but quickly assured Harry he was okay.

“Green, you can do it harder. Sir”

After that, Harry gradually picked up his speed and force, still keeping a close eye on how Cisco was doing. It was only a few minutes later when things started to go down hill.

Harry was now flogging Cisco with little break in between strikes, each hit was getting more and more forceful. Harry wasn’t anywhere near his full power, yet he was still worried about and keeping a close eye on his boy. Harry was just about to connect with Cisco’s, now bright red, skin when he noticed how hitched the young mans breathing had become.

“Cisco?” Harry questioned, setting the flogger down on the bed behind him.

When he didn’t get an answer Harry walked around Cisco's body so he could see his face.

Cisco didn’t even notice Harry standing in front of him, there were tears streaming down his face and he was struggling to catch his breath.

“Red! Red, please Harry, please...stop.” Cisco whimpered out as soon as he could breathe again, Before he had even finished his statement Harry was digging the key to the cuffs out of his pocket and unlocking Cisco’s hands.

As soon as he was free, Cisco collapsed into Harry’s arms, Harry held onto Cisco tightly and lowered them both slowly to the floor so he could better care for him. By the time they reached the ground Cisco had a death grip and Harry’s arm, his breath was more hitched and ragged then it had been before, there were tears rolling down his cheeks and his whole body was shaking with sobs.

“Shh, shhh. It’s okay Cisco, I’ve got you know. It’s over, we’re done.” Harry spoke gentently while holding onto Cisco. He didn’t move to hold him tighter or to touch him any more than Cisco was allowing.

Harry knew that when a sub used their safeword they were in a vulnerable place and that everything from here on out had to be done on Cisco’s terms.

There were a few more minutes of them just sitting, Cisco holding on to Harry and shaking like his life depended on it before he finally spoke up.

“Harry..” Cisco took a deep breath “Can you help me get cleaned up, and dressed…” Cisco trailed off as if he were embarrassed by what he was asking, he shouldn’t be, Harry always helped Cisco get cleaned up after a scene. Sometimes Cisco was too sore to do it himself, or still in subspace, sometimes Harry just liked being able to take care of Cisco gently after play. It was therapeutic for both of them.

“Of course, Cisco. Whatever you need.”

Harry moved Cisco off of his lap so he could get both of them back up. When Cisco winced at the feeling of Harry’s arm on his tender skin Harry moved both of his hands under Cisco’s arms and lifted him up while apologizing.

Harry made sure Cisco back was turned away from the chains and the flogger that had just been spewed across the bed and the floor, he would clean them up later before Cisco could see. Harry slowly lead Cisco into the ensuite bathroom and turned on the shower to let it warm up.

“Cisco, I’m going to check your back for any wounds that need to be taken care off. Then I’m going to take off my pants and we’re going to shower together, same as always. Is that okay?” Harry made sure to describe everything he was going to do before it happened as a way to keep Cisco calmed down.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Cisco whispered weakly then turned so Harry had a better view of his back.

Harry knew what to look for, anything that was bleeding, welts that looked bigger than they should and any place where a bruise would be forming. Harry searched quickly but thoroughly, there was no blood and no big welts he did see a few places where a bruise was starting to form, he’d keep his eye on them over the next few days.

“You look okay Cisco, you’re gonna have a few bruises but no cuts. After we get you all cleaned and dry I can put the lidocaine gel on if you want.”

Cisco nodded

“Thank you, I’d like that.” He mumbled softly

“You don’t have to thank me Cisco, you know I love taking care of my beautiful boyfriend.” Harry smiled widely, and leaned in to kiss Cisco gently on his forehead. It made Cisco smile.

“Let’s hop in, before you freeze to death” Harry joked pulling his pants and boxers down, then stepping in and putting his hand out for Cisco to grab.

When both men were in the shower Harry made quick work of soaking Cisco’s hair under the warm water, he used both his hands and massaged Cisco’s scalp until it was wet enough to add the shampoo. Harry did it the way Cisco taught him the first time they showered together, staring at the roots and using his fingers to run it down through his hair. Harry loved washing Cisco’s hair, especially after a long night, the soft coconut always puts him at ease.

“Can you turn around for me Cisco, I want to wash your back?”

Cisco did what Harry asked, he loved these moments together in the shower. It felt so good for Cisco to be cared for, it was such a simple task that he’s done alone, thousands of times, it just felt better when Harry did. Even in the emotionally vulnerable state Cisco found himself in, he still trusted that Harry was here to take care of him.

Harry washed Cisco’s whole body, slowly so he could enjoy the relaxing water. He washed out the shampoo and added some conditioner to the ends and underside of Cisco’s hair, the final step. Before Harry had a chance to wash it out Cisco leaned into his chest and just inhaled, Harry’s scent mixed with the smells of soap and shampoo that filled the shower and Harry’s unique earth-2 vibrations sent a wave of relief through Cisco’s body.

“I’ve got you Cisco, I’m not going anywhere” Harry reassured

“Yeah, I know. I just needed to…” Cisco trailed off, Harry knew what he meant.

After the brief moment Harry finished rinsing the conditioner out of Cisco's hair before quickly rinsing himself off and turning off the water. Harry brought 3 towels, one for himself and 2 for Cisco who needed an extra towle for his hair. The towle bun was a skill Harry had yet to master so Cisco did it himself before wrapping his body in the other and drying himself.

The dry men made their way to the bedroom to get dressed and settle in for the night. As Cisco walked to the dresser Harry quickly picked up all of the toys, put them in the box, and grabbed the lidocaine before heading over towards Cisco.

Harry watched as Cisco tried to slip his shirt on and flinched when the fabric touched his back…

“Hey Harry, could you get the-”

“Right here.” Harry interrupted, holding up the gel

“Go lay on your stomach, and I think maybe you’ll be more comfortable just sleeping in some boxers tonight. If you’re okay with that.” Harry spoke while Cisco removed the shirt and made his way to the bed.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Can you get some?”

Cisco’s voice was a bit mumbled as he spoke into the bed sheets, but Harry got what he needed. At the bedside Harry squeezed a generous amount of gel into his hand and rubbed it around trying to warm it a bit.

“Cisco, this is going to be a little cold.” He warned before placing his hands onto Cisco's back and softly rubbing the healing gel around.

Cisco sighed in relief the moment the gel hit his skin, it felt so good to finally feel the heat fade.

“Thank you”

“I told you, you don’t have to thank me.”

When the gel was all rubbed in Cisco sat up and Harry helped him slide into his boxers, then grabbed Cisco’s hair brush and climbed into bed behind him.

Harry started to slowly brushing through Cisco’s curls, stopping and going extra slow any time he even hit the smallest snag. Cisco was practically purring, it was hard to believe only an hour ago he had been so upset.

When Harry was finished Cisco asked him if he cut put it up into a bun, not wanting to deal with the blow dryer tonight.

Finally than men were able to settle they were both on their sides facing each other, after a few peaceful minutes Harry spoke the words they both knew had to come eventually.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Not particularly” Cisco spoke, his usual sarcastic tone finally returning

“Ramon.”

Harry knew Cisco couldn’t ignore him after he had crossed that line, the last name always got him to cave in to whatever Harry was asking for. Harry was never a pet name person, but the nickname Ramon stuck even after they started dating.

“I’m sorry Harry, I don’t know what happened to me. It wasn’t even the pain, I could have handled that and probably more. I just lost it, I don’t know why, maybe it’s because I’m tired, or...I don’t know. I’m sorry we had to stop though, I know you- we were looking forward to it.” Cisco looked down in shame, he hated ending a scene especially when he didn’t know why.

“Enough” Harry spoke softly, while using a firm tone that Cico knew meant he wasn’t playing around.

“You never have to apologize for using a safeword, that’s why we have safewords. It’s fine, the scene is done and you’re okay. That’s all I care about Cisco. You come first, before the scene, before what we were looking forward to...I’m always going to take care of you. I love you, Cisco Ramon”

Harry pulled Cisco closer into his chest and kissed the top of his head, he had what was his and that was all that he needed.

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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It’s coming. I hope everyone likes it.

I’ll be posting a full length Harrisco fic my main @winchestersgirl-67 either late tonight or tomorrow. I’ve spent a lot of time on it for Harriscofest and I really want it to do well. It’s a bdsm piece, with some angst, some fluff and some aftercare. If you think you’d be interested can you please go turn on the notifications on that account I’m really nervous about how its gonna go. I’ve never done a smut piece before and I’ve only dabbled in writing Harrisco. Thank you.

#harrisco

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Determining the best couples sleeping positions - Harrisco

My first peice for Harriscofest2018

IDK if this actually fits the prompt, but I think its a cute little drabble

Also I’m new to writing Harrisco so if you want to be tagged in future Harrisco stuff let me know.

370 words

mild lanuge

@heckyeahharrisco

“Harry, this isn't a science. Just lay down and tell me when you’re comfortable.” Cisco grumbled

The two men were rolling around on the cot in Harry's lab. It was small and the mattress was shitty, but the boys had a long day and figured they might as well make use of the bed at Star Labs.

“Everything is a science Ramon. I’m a scientist. You're a scientist. You should know this.”

Cisco rolled his eyes as Harry rambled on.

“Maybe if this cot wasn't the size of a toothpick we could both sleep comfortably, you old scrooge.” Cisco got up out of the bed and went to grab his bag as he complained.

“Where are you going, Cisco… I thought we were going make use of the bed.” Harry sat and propped himself up with his arms as he watched an overtired Cisco stumble around his lab looking for god-knows-what.

Harry had planned on doing a little more then just sleeping in the bed, but he quickly decided that extra circulars weren't in the cards tonight when he saw the tired bags forming under Cisco’s eyes. The play could wait until the morning.

“I’m going to vibe myself back to my apartment where there is a bed perfectly big enough for the two of us to sleep comfortably. Unless you want me to sleep on top of you this bed isn't going to cut it.” Cisco was mostly being over dramatic, but he was tired and longing for his soft memory foam mattress. He just hoped Harry would be joining him.

Harry rolled his eyes, he could never say no to a tired and desperate looking Cisco. Although the idea of Cisco curled up on top of him like a cat wasn’t exactly a bad picture in Harry's mind he knew it wasn't what his boyfriend needed right now.

“Let's go then. We’ve got various sleeping positions to experiment with.” He through the scratchy blanket down, not bothering to make the bed. If things went well tonight Harry figured he probably wouldn’t be spending too many more nights on that dusty old cot.

Cisco grinned as he opened a breach back to his place. Perfect.

#harriscofest2018 #harrisco #cisco ramon #harry wells #the flash #drabble

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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Hey, so someone sent me a mesage asking how old I was...well I was out of town and didn’t get the message untile yesterday and the account was deactaviated. Any way, I’m 17 my birthday is in May and I’m about to start my senior year..

So whoever wanted to know, I hope you see this. Or anyone else who was curious..I’m 17.

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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I finally stared part 3 of Super. It should be up by the end of the week. Waited So Long will also be coming soon, I just have to finish the part of Super first.

#update #super #waited so long #arrow #the flash #spn

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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Yeahhhh, no idea where this idea came form. Here it is though

Home

domestic Destiel!teen daughter

mentions of kidnaping, missing child, angst

(Not mine^)

It was a long day for the Winchesters and it was only 3 O’clock , Dean had got stuck working a double so Cas had to leave work early to take Claire to her last soccer game of the season. Dean was devastated when he found out he couldn’t go. Cas had assured him over the phone during their lunch break that everything would be ok and that he would take loads of pictures and videos that they could watch together later that evening.

When Cas got to the school to grab Claire for the game she wasn’t there, after talk to her coach and the school principal he learned that Claire never even showed up for school that morning. That was strange, Claire was a good kid, and she loved soccer she would never skip on the day of a game, that would mean should couldn’t play. This got Cas very nervous, anything could have happened to her, him and Dean weren’t home when she left for school meaning that anything could have happened and they would have no idea.

The next 20 minutes or so was all a blur for Cas, he remembered getting in the rushing back to the house, and checking the fields in the local park before quickly making his way down town to find Dean at work.

By the time made in up to the 5th floor where Dean worked he was a sobbing mess, he didn’t even bother to sign into the desk at the front of the floor, he just ran right to Deans office, not knocking before plowing through the door.

“Cas, Cassie, what’s wrong talk to me baby?” Dean ran to Cas, who at this point had dropped to the floor violent sobs shaking his body. “Clair” he managed to choke out. At this point Deans face dropped, what happened to his daughter, was she safe, was she hurt, was she alive. “ Cas you need to calm down and tell me what happened to Claire.” Dean said after helping Cas up to the couch. “S-she’s gone Dean, she never showed up at school she’s not at home or down at the fields, she’s gone Dean.” Cas started crying again.

Dean was ready to cry also, but he knew he had to stay strong for the pair. “Ok Cas breath, we’re going to find her alright. She’s a strong girl, and she’s really smart she knows what to do. Everything is going to be fine. I’m going to call the police right now, and we’re gonna find our little girl.” Dean said than kissed Cas softly on the head before going over to his office phone.

“There’s a cop on his why here right now, he told us to keep our phones on in case she tries to contact us. I’m gonna call Sammy now and ask him to head out, ok.” Dean said Cas just nodded, Dean was upset that Cas was being so distant Dean just wanted to hold him and cry, and wish for there baby girl to be home and in their arms.

A few hours later the cops had found nothing and Sam was trying to keep his brother, and in-law from falling to pieces which wasn’t easy. This went on for 3 weeks, loads of phone calls ending in nothing. Sam, John, Mary, Gabe, and Balthazar popping in and out all the time to check on the pair , but no news of Claire.

At around 3am almost 4 weeks after the young Winchester had gone missing a phone rang, assuming it was the police calling to say that the last place the checked was also a fall Dean answered feeling glum. “Hello” he chocked out barley able to keep his tears from fall at the thought of his little girl alone out there. “D-dad?” the other end of the line chocked out sounding very similar to the broken hurt in his own. “Claire, is that you?” he whispered into the phone not knowing if he believed it. “yeah, it’s me.” her voice was hurt and raspy. “Cas! Cas! come over here it Claire! Claire is on the phone!” Dean started crying again, his baby girl was alive. Cas jumped from his spot on the bed and ran to get the phone.

“Claire, your ok.” Cas exclaimed into the phone. “ I-I don’t know, I don’t know where I am, or how long I’ve been gone. I need help.” after she said she didn’t know where she was Cas put the phone on speaker so Dean could hear what she was saying. Now Claire was terrified, Dean heard it in her voice and it broke his heart.

“Ok baby you just hold still, were going to find you, what around what do you see?” Dean questioned as he gestured for Cas to get something for him to write on. “ I’m at a gas station, in a red phone booth, the gas station says One Stop in blue letters, and it only has two pumps.” She said her breath was evening out and she sounded much more calm. “Alright that’s good, what else do you see, are there any cars?” Dean questioned. “yeah a black mustang, with Kansas plates, so I’m still in the state.” She said with a sigh. “Ok that’s good, dose anything look familiar?” Dean asked again hoping for anything that might point him to where she might be. Cas had already googled One Stop gas stations in Kansas and found 12 the closest being 45 minutes from there house. “A little, but I have no clue where from.” she said feeling defeated.

Cas had taken it upon himself to google map the gas stations and try to find one with a phone booth, only 2 that’s a good thing one of them was the one really close so that’s probably there best bet. “Ok Claire, I think we know where you are but I need you to stay put, me and your dad are on our way and we’re going to call the police now and tell them you called. Do not leave the gas station, I want you to go inside and don’t come out until we get there. If we don’t show up by 5, so in two hours call my phone.” Cas said taking over the situation so Dean could have a minute to presses what was happening and call the cops.

“ Ok, ill be right here, please hurry. I-” but she couldn’t finish the pay phone must have run out of time. Cas sighed “She’s ok.” he said through teary eyes. Dean just nodded unable to speak. Cas embraced him in a hug and held on tightly for a minute before they ran to the impala.

On the way Cas had called the police to tell them everything Claire had said, they told him that they would send a message to there local station say you were on your way. He also called Sam, and Mary and John, than his brothers Gabe, and Balthazar.

The 45 minute ride (only about 30 with Dean’s driving) felt like hours, so when they finial pulled into the gas station that Claire had called from a wave of relief flashed over them. The two men practically jumped out of the car and ran for the doors.

when they got there they saw what would likely be the most beautiful sight in the world. Claire. She was sitting up next to a wall. her face was all beat up and she had bruises on her wrist, and that broke the boys hearts. “ Dad!” Claire screamed as she jumped up, but she instantly fell back over in pain. Dean and Cas ran to there little girl to help her, Cas beating Dean there helped her ups and held her in his arms giving dean a look that said he was going to kill who ever hurt his little girl.

Cas just held her as she cried, Dean soon steeping in to help her to the car, it hurt like hell to see the girl like this, but they had her now and she was safe in their arms. They would find the SOB’s that did this to her later right now they just needed to get her home.

#destiel #destiel fic #dean winchers #castiel #Claire Novak #dean x cas

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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This is the first one, kinda weird, not as cringy as I thought it would be.

Sleepy Hunter

Paring- DeanxCas

words-about 2.9K

warning- MOC!dean, deanmon, slightly OOC!Dean, no spoilers but mentions of (8x17,10x22, and 11x3), fighting, swearing, dreams, fluff, mentions of domestic life

summary- Dean was trying his hardest not to fall asleep, but wouldn’t say why when it finally gets out Cas is right by his side to help him through the night.

other- there’s one little part with Dean a little OOC, but its only for a few minutes than he’s back to the Dean we all know and love.

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It had been a really long night, the boys just got back from a hunt in Georgia nothing to serious just a simple salt and burn but driving through the time zones really drew the life out of Dean. It didn’t help that Sammy wasn’t feeling well, it wasn’t anything too bad just a little head cold, probably a 48 hour thing but it had him laid up in bed, it also didn’t help that Dean hadn’t really had a good night sleep in almost two weeks. So when Sammy was in bed Dean started researching the next case clamming that the jet lag was keeping him up.

He kept looking but couldn’t seam to find any sign of a case, he took Sam’s laptop and looked for anything that could be their sort of thing. Nothing. Dean was growing bored of mindlessly searching the web for anything supernatural, and with Sam sick and Cas out who-knows-where, Dean was left alone to rot of boredom.

He knew he couldn’t bother his little brother he needed to get better asap so they could get back on the road, but his angel was a little easier to bother. “Cas, Cas I’m really bored. You should come and see me, you know if your not busy. I can’t sleep, please baby…I wanna watch movie, and Sammy’s sick. And I swear to god if I have to read one more damn news-” he was cut off. “Dean, you can swear to god all you want but I don’t think your gonna get a response. Me on the other hand.” He winked as the hunter hugged him tight. “ I missed you Cas, you haven’t been around” he said once they had pulled out of the hug. “ I know, but I’m hear now and I’ve been watching you. If you don’t relax you’re going to work yourself sick.” the angel said worriedly “Well than you’re just going to have to stay and take care of me.” dean said smugly. “I don’t find that funny Dean.” Cas called after him, but Dean didn’t listen him was already in the kitchen looking for something to eat.

Cas followed dean out of the library and into the kitchen where he found him standing over a pot on the stove, a savory smell filling the entire room. “what’s in the pot” the angel asked curiously. “soup, Sam will probably wake up hungry, and its cold so I’m making soup.” the hunter replied, Cas just nodded wandering back into the library.

When Dean came back out he had two bowls of soup, Cas could tell how tired he was not just because of his angel senses, but he could see it in Dean’s face. He didn’t know why he wouldn’t sleep he clearly needed it. “Dean why don’t you go lay down, I can take care of Sammy. You need sleep, I can tell.” He said worried about the man he loved. “No, Cas I’m fine, not tired at all. Lets just watch a movie or something, alright.” he said trying desperately to change the topic. “Dean I know somethings wrong” Cas pestered. “Damn it Cas! could you just leave it.” Dean said storming out of the room, leaving Cas heartbroken in the middle of the bunker.

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About 20 minutes later Dean came back much calmer than when he left , he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face and knew he had screwed up, Cas hated when Dean yelled at him so this just broke him to pieces. “Cas, I’m sorry man…I-I didn’t mean to flip like that, I just-” He didn’t want to talk about, all the night terrors he had been having, he hated the thought of that damn mark still being on his arm, he hated the idea of him ever hurting his brother, or even worse Castiel ever again, but with out fail every time he closed his eyes that’s what came to mind. “Dean, please tell me what wrong, I hate seeing you like this. I can help Dee, you just have to talk too me.” but he couldn’t, Dean couldn’t tell Cas what was happening, that would worry him and he couldn’t do that, so he did the best he could. Lied. “Its just I haven’t really been able to sleep, you know jet lag and stuff, but I missed you and I thought we could hang out while Sam was resting, I miss this.” He said that wasn’t all a lie, he really did miss Cas and their time alone, but all he wanted to do was get one peaceful sleep.

“You should have told me De, here I can help.” And before Dean could protest Cas had his fingers to Deans head and was putting him into and angelic sleep. Cas thought he was helping the boy out by putting him to sleep, but Dean knew now he would have to face his night mares again.

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it was really dark in the bunker, and quite. Not like an awkward quite, but a familiar yet lonely kind of quite. Dean looked around and even in the dark was still able to tell he was in his room. The more he listened he heard a soft voice calling out his name. So he followed it like anyone would if they heard a voice calling their name, but when he stepped out of his bedroom he found himself somewhere he didn’t want to be at all.

In the study an empty bottle of whisky at his feet and a full one sitting next to him. The tables were littered with books on lore, curses, and spells. He looked down at his arm and it was there bright red. The Mark Of Cain, suddenly this was all real, being cured and living in the bunker with Sam and Cas fighting the darkness that was the dream. This is real, this is what’s happening. After what felt like hours of searching Sam showed up still in his sweatpants and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “What the hell Sam!” Dean yelled and it echoed through the bunker “Dude, what’s the problem?” Sam responded actually confused. “I’ve been up for 4 hours trying to find a way to get this Damn mark of my arm, and you stroll in here like its nothing!” He was furious, this wasn’t good at all for Sam. “Dean, calm down it’s only 7:30 a cure is gonna come, it always does.” Sam answered trying to keep Dean calm. “Well what if we don’t Sammy that THIS is what I become.” and in a second Dean was on top of his younger brother beating the life out of him. Every move Sam made Dean was there to counter act It with a punch. He kept going, kept swinging until he couldn’t anymore.

when he woke up the next time it was dark again, but this was a different type of dark it felt comforting, like Dean was being welcomed into the darkness. When he got out of the bed, that wasn’t his own and made his way to the mirror he knew exactly why, his eyes were pitch black orbs. Dean knew he had to find Crowley, he needed to understand why this felt so good, and so right it should this was a bad thing, a very bad thing but it felt so good.

As he turned around he bumped into someone who definitely was not there before. “Cas, you need to leave. Now I mean it” Dean grumbled to the man in the trench coat who had appeared. “No Dean, you can’t go through with that, we can fix this.” He protested “Cas get the hell out.” Dean tried again. “Dean I’m not-” bam Dean wailed him in the face, it didn’t phase the angel much. But when Dean continued to fight Cas was getting weaker and weaker. When he thought Dean was finally finished he pulled out the angel blade. That terrified Cas, Dean could kill him could he?

But he could and he did.

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Dean woke up coved in sweat and his breath hitching, he sat up on his bed and was trying to even out his breathing and decide what was real and what was just a dream when Cas came in. Seeing his boyfriend in that state made him drop the mug he was holding and run to his side. “My god Dean what happened.” he said worriedly as helped undercover Dean, and climb up onto their shared bed. “I-shit Cas, I cant do this anymore.” Dean said finally giving into the stare his partner had on his face. “You can’t do what anymore, I need to know what’s wrong.” Cas said pulling Dean closer to himself. “Cas ever since” he sighed “ever since the mark was gone, its like every fucking time I close my eyes, I’m hurting you or Sam, and I just can’t make it stop.” that’s when the first tear fell, he knew that Castiel would help him, and that things would get better, but this made him weak, the thing Dean hated most.

“De, it’s not real. The mark is gone. for good, and you didn’t hurt me or Sam, it was just a dream.” Cas said trying to calm Dean’s nerves a bit which wasn’t an easy thing even for Cas. “But it wasn’t just a dream Cas, because I did hurt you Cas, I almost killed you…But in those dreams I don’t stop, I take the blade and I don’t stop. All I see is your bloody face, and your burnt wings, and I caused it.” more tears Dean knew full well what he did to Cas in the library, Cas knew it too but every time Dean brought it up Cas had the same answer. “Dean, that wasn’t you, it’s not your fault. Besides, I had all of that coming to me, I’ve hurt you more that once before and with my powers god-only-knows what I could have done.” They had this conversation a lot, but this time was different. Cas never brought up hurting Dean, he knew he would never buy it but this time was different.

“Cas that’s bull shit, you were under Naomi’s control, and the other day…I won’t let you take the blame that was 100% Rowena’s curse it was like you weren’t even there.” Dean said defending Cas. “That exactly my point Dean, that day in the bunker I didn’t see you, you weren’t there it was the mark, which you seam to keep forgetting was also a curse. No different from mine. Dean you need to let this go, its not healthy.” Cas said starting to really worry about Dean.

“Cas, I don’t know what to do” by now he was really crying “I can’t make them go away, I want them to go away I want to sleep again, I want to look at you and Sam and not worry that I’ll go rabid and attack. I want it all to stop Cas, baby make it go away, I need you baby help me.” Dean had never felt more exposed. He was crying like a baby, with his boyfriend softy rubbing small circles into his back. “Dean, please look at me, Dean” Cas’s voice was on the edge of breaking, seeing Dean like this killed him.

Dean turned around and held back a sob, but looked up at Cas. “How about I try this again, but I’ll be right here with you to fight by your side, we can keep the dreams away together, ok?” Cas questioned knowing he didn’t want to do anything to quickly, he wanted everything at Dean’s pace, so when Dean nodded and closed his eyes Cas once again placed his fingers on Dean’s now sweat cover head.

Another dream came to Dean but this one was different, this one was good.

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A soft cry could be heard coming from the top of the wooden stair case leading down to the family room of the small blue two story that the Winchesters lived in. As Dean stood up from his seat and made his way up he realized someone else had beat him there when he saw his small daughter in the arm’s of his husband, who was already well into the lullaby. Dean just smiled as he watch Cas bounced Marie-Claire Winchester, and hummed her favorite tune.

Marie had come to live with them 2 months ago and she was by far the best thing that had happened to the pair. After fighting the system for over three years they finally were told they were able to adopt. So when a call came in that a single mom had died in labor the boys were beyond excited to become fathers.

Lost in thought Dean hadn’t noticed Cas coming to stand by his side. “She’s beautiful” Cas said looking into the room they were standing outside of. “I know, I love her so much Cas, I’m so glad this all worked out.” Dean said giving Cas a tight side hug. “For as much as I’d love for us to stare at our beautiful daughter all day, we have to get the house ready. Your family is going to be here in an hour Dean-O” Cas said give Dean a sturdy pat on the shoulder. “What the hell did you just call me?” Dean said getting snapped out of the trance he held on the small child. “I called you Dee, you know like I always do.” Cas said before winking and running towards the kitchen.

Dean followed and by the time he got there he saw Cas had already started the meal they chose to make for the Winchester family dinner. “When did you start all this?” Dean questioned know it didn’t all happen in the 45 seconds it took him to run down the stairs. “while you were watching Dr. Sexy Mr. menopause.” Dean just smirked, because he knew it was true. “Very funny, now lets finish this up you know how my family likes to eat.”

so they did and by the time they were done they heard the first car pull up. “You want me to get it?” Cas called as he walked out from the bathroom. “No I got it babe, why don’t you get Marie.” Dean called back as he walked to the front door. The first to arrive were Sam, and his very pregnant wife Jessica, Jess was due to have twin boys any day now and everyone was super excited. “Hey man, I missed you.” Dean said pulling his little brother into a man hug. “Yeah we missed you too, we really need to get together more, you’ve got my niece now you cant be hiding anymore.” Sam replied “Yeah well I could say the same, my nephews are in there” Dean said pointing to Jess’s well rounded belly. “How are they?” a new voice said, it was Cas coming down the stairs with a still some what sleepy baby girl. “good, I’m ready to meet them though.” Jess answered.

Soon after another car pulled in, Cas went to stand but Dean stopped him. “I got it you stay here.’ Dean said than kissed his head softly before walking to get the door again. “Mom, it’s been a while how are you?” dean asked after hugging his mother Mary who they had low-key named their daughter after. “I’ve been great honey, why don’t you go help your dad with that box I’ve got a granddaughter to see.” She said before heading off excitedly to find the baby.

After John and Dean had all the stuff inside Cas, Dean, and Sam went to set the table as the others sat and talked about babies, and pregnancy before diner. When they were eating everything was perfect. The boys had a baby and Sam had Jess and a family on the way, John and Mary were alive and happy doing great with almost three new grandchildren. They’re was no hunting, because they’re were no monsters, the angles could tuck away grace and live like normal humans, and everything was great. The apple-pie life.

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Dean woke up the next more with a smile on his face for the first time in what felt like forever. That was perfect. Everyone was there and happy. “Cas did you do that for me?” Dean questioned the angel who like promised hadn’t left his side. “No Dean, we did that , together.” Cas responded before leaning in for a kiss filled with love and passion

After that things were ok, sure they weren’t that apple-pie life that Dean now often dreamt but the nightmares stayed away for the most part. And Cas stayed close, Sam got better, they found a case like they always do, and they hunted. It wasn’t perfect but it was there’s and they had it together so that made it the best it could be.

#destiel #destiel fic #dean winchester #castiel #dean x cas

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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I found two really old domestic Destiel fics I wrote years ago on my old Tumblr. I’m gonna reblog them here, but fyi they’re really old so I have no clue what you can expect from them.

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Super part 2

What happens when Oliver Queen’s co-vigilante little sister gets hit by the particle accelerator with Barry Allen and gains the same powers as him.

3k words

this parts a little bit angsty...not gonna lie.

part 1

The steady beep of the heart monitor mixed with the faint buzz of all the other high tech machines in the room echoed through the cortex, while Joe West and Oliver Queen watched their loved ones get hooked up to new more advanced medical technology that was supposed to be better than what the doctors at the Central City General Hospital had.

“Somebody’s gonna have hell to pay if this doesn’t help bring my little sister back.” Oliver grumbled out loud although he was mostly speaking to himself. His thoughts raced to everything you had been through, all that you survived on that island and everything else from those five years.

“y/n’s survived too much to get taken out by lightning.” Oliver was still grumbling to himself but this time Joe responded.

“Barry has too, that kids been through more than I could imagine. Seeing his mom die and watching his dad get put away for it. Stuff like that can really damage someone.” As Joe talked Oliver thought about how the two of you had watched your dad shoot himself and that was just the surface of the hell you had been through, but he decided that this wasn’t an appropriate time or place to share his thoughts.

“This Dr. Wells better know what he’s talking about, I was planning on moving y/n to Starling General when he showed up.” Oliver hated how his temper was growing, he’s been working on keeping it in check but seeing you like this was tearing him apart.

“I didn’t know if I should trust him when he first showed up, I mean he’s the man responsible for Barry and y/n being like this but they weren’t getting any better at that hospital. If they have stuff here to fix my kid, I have to give it a shot.” Oliver nodded in agreement, but kept to himself as he looked down at you.

He was willing to try anything to get you back

*9 months later*

Oliver stood behind Detective Lance at his press conference with Laurel by his side listening to Quintent’s statement about the Arrow, and all the good he’s done for the city since the Siege. Standing there Oliver looked back at how rough the last nine months had been and how lucky he was to still be standing. Between the mirakuru soldiers, Slade’s return, the death of his mother and you, still in a coma. Being The Arrow and having something to fight for was what kept Oliver alive most days.

Oliver was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt Laurel place a hand on his shoulder lightly.

“Ollie, are you gonna get that?” She said as she gestured to his left pocket where there was clearly a phone ringing, snapping Oliver out of his trance. He reached for his pocket, then checked the caller ID before excusing himself to answer the call.

“Hello.” oliver spoke into the phone with a slight stutter in his voice, the call was from Joe West always put him on edge.

Oliver was constantly visiting Star Labs with Thea mostly, and Moria before the night of the Undertaking. Dig and Felicity came on occasion, but they knew that this was more of a family matter than anything else. The visits were always solum, it was mostly quite no one really bothered them.

Despite the lack of talking Oliver had grown somewhat of a relationship with Star Labs employees, Cisco Ramon and Caitlin Snow, he still didn’t fully trust Dr. Wells but he couldn’t deny the fact that although you hadn’t gotten better since moving to Star Lab’s you hadn't gotten any worse.

“Hey, Oliver, It’s Joe. I think you should come down to Star Lab’s” Through the phone Oliver could hear something different in Joe’s voice, something that didn’t sound good. Oliver had lost too much in too little time, Moria dying and Thea running off he couldn’t handle losing you. Not now.

Oliver looked back at Laurel who was still standing close by, he put more distance between them make sure she wouldn’t hear what he was about to say.

“joe, what’s going on...is y/n…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish his question. Oliver was a strong man, one of the strongest, but the idea of you being dead after everything you’d survived. He couldn’t even imagine it.

“No, no- Oliver it’s not like that. Y/n is the same, but Barry woke up...and if our pattern holds, that means…” Ollie cut him off, relife filling his voice.

“It means y/n is about to wake up.” There was a brief pause.

“I’m on my way.” Before Joe could respond Oliver was hanging up the phone and turning back to Laurel.

“Laurel, I’ve gotta go. That was Joe West from Central City, Barry woke up...i’ve got to be there, y/n could wake up today. Tell Detective Lance, thank you, from The Arrow.”

He was gone a moment later, he had to get back to the foundry to tell the rest of the team and get his bike.

After his stop at the foundry Oliver made quick time getting to Central City. By now he was more than used to speeding around on his bike, it was refreshing to be riding in daylight and not having to swerve through traffic and shoot arrows at people at the same time

Once he reached Star Labs Oliver sped through the doors and raced up to the cortex where you and Barry had been for the last 9 months. He didn’t want to miss the moment you woke up and according to Joe and the rest of the team it could happen any minute.

There was a different atmosphere in the cortex then all the previous times he had been there, it was almost pleasant. The team was rushing around testing Barry’s blood, and hair, and urine and probably 100 other things.

Oliver’s eyes drifted with haste to your bed, everything looked the same. You were still out, wires attached, monitors beeping. There was nothing different about you today, except ⎯ Oliver felt different, he felt like you were present.

Without talking to anyone in the room Ollie slowly made his way to your bed, he pulled up a rolling office chair and sat by your side holding your hand. He was thinking about the first time he was in this room, your mom and Thea were here with him.

As the memory came back Oliver’s brain started racing trying to figure out how he could possibly explain everything that’s happened to your family in the last 9 months. Slade Wilson came back, he kidnaped Thea, killed Moria, and terrorised the city. Oliver lost Queen Consolidated, and Thea was off god-knows-where “processing”. It was all too much, he couldn’t lay all of that on you after you’d been in a 9 month long coma.

“Hey, Oliver…” Oliver was pulled out of his thoughts by Caitlin softly calling out to him. He regained his composure and flipped his stone cold, poker face back on before turning around and mumbling a quite ‘yeah’ in response.

“She’s gonna wake up..I know it.” She pauses, waiting for him to respond but Oliver didn’t have anything to say.

“Anyway, Cisco is going to Jitters. Do you want anything?” The team really was very nice to the Queens, Oliver almost felt bad for acting so cold towards them but he had to focus on y/n right now.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

As Cisco was about to walk out he looked back at Caitlin and said

“We should try the song.” he head Cisco mumble

“That was a coincidence, Poker Face did not wake Barry up from a 9 month coma. You know that.” Caitlin responded with annoyances dripping from her voice in the friendliest way possible.

Oliver wasn’t really sure what they were talking about, but if a Lady Gaga song helped wake Barry up they should try it on y/n. Even if it is all just a coundince.

“Hey, if Poker Face woke Barry up I say we give it a go.” It was really the first thing Olive has said since arriving so everyone looked his way.

“Oh no, Lady Gaga isn’t gonna wake y/n up, but I’ve got an idea.” Before Oliver knew what was happening Cisco had bound across the room and was vigorously typing something into the computer.

Mere seconds later the cortex was filled with the sounds of Justin Timberlake's’ voice singing “Sexy Back” louder than Oliver had ever heard before.

“Y/n loves this song.” Oliver said under his breath.

“Yeah, I found it on her facebo-” Cisco started to speak, but was distracted by Oliver darting up beside your bed.

“Oh my god, it’s working...she - y/n’s waking up.”

As the blurriness in your eyes started to fade the first thing you noticed was Oliver. He seemed so much bigger than he really was, his towering figure was standing over your still body, his face would seem normal to anyone else but you could see the relief in his eyes.

After you took in your brothers' appearance in your eyes started to wander around the rest of the room, panning the place for any sign of danger as you had trained your body to do over the past 8 years. You were in a lab, but you didn’t recognize it, and you didn’t notice the other people in the room until you started hearing some unfamiliar voices.

“Oliver, what’s going on?” your voice was weak and raspy but Oliver still heard you. He sat down and grabbed your hand lightly, looking at you deeply. That’s when you knew something was wrong.

“Ollie…” Your voice was still weak, but now it sounded more scared than before.

“y/n, you were struck by lighting the night that the particle accelerator turned on, it exploded. You’ve been in a coma…” Oliver spoke softly but then paused. The room was silent, waiting for him to say more.

“...It’s been nine months, y/n. You’ve been in a coma for nine months.” You took a quick breath in, you knew how much could happen in nine months with the lives you and Oliver lived. You also knew that you couldn’t openly bring it up in front of all these people who didn’t know Oliver was the Arrow.

You could tell by the look on his face that Oliver had more to say, but he wasn’t gonna say anything in front of all these people. You looked up at him and nodded, giving him a look that was your own silent language. You would talk later when you were back home.

“Where are we, this isn’t a hospital?” You spoke to the whole room now, not just Oliver.

“You’re at Star Labs Ms. Queen.” The voice was a male, and you recognized it but couldn’t place it. More importantly, why were you at Star Lab’s.

“Wait, Star Lab’s...Why?” Before your question was answered the man who spoke before approached your bed.

Suddenly you realized where you recognized his voice from. This was Harrison Wells, he was extraordinary, one of the leading scientists of this time. And he was right in front of you, this was all so surreal...what the hell happened that night.

“Someone needs to explain to me exactly what’s going on.”

The team had sat you and Barry down and told them about the lighting and how the hospital didn’t have the technology to help you, so Dr. Wells had you transferred to his lab.

Barry and Joe seemed to believe everything he was saying, but you and Oliver knew a thing or two about how to tell when someone was hiding something. Dr. Wells definitely wasn’t telling the whole story.

After the speech Barry quickly left, saying he had something to do as soon as he was sure you were okay. You found out that he was awake a few hours before you were, but he was waiting around to make sure you would wake up. It was actually pretty sweet.

The team protested Barry leaving, they said there were more tests to run, but he was out the door before Caitlin even had her equipment ready. With Barry gone, everyone was looking to do a full exam on you, much to your own protest.

Oliver convinced you to stay, he wanted to make sure you were perfectly fine before going back to Starling City. If it wasn’t for him you would’ve been out the door right behind Barry.

Caitlin tested every part of your body, much like the tests she was running on Barry earlier but much more in depth. It felt like hours before she was done, and that was before she analyzed all the data she had collected.

While you were being tested Oliver was somewhere else, not physically ⎯ he hadn't left your side. Mentally he wasn’t with you, he was distracted and upset. You just didn’t know why, he wasn’t telling you something.

The next time Caitlin left the room to run a blood sample down stairs you took the opportunity to talk to your brother.

“Oliver, what don’t I know.” the two of you decided years ago to be straightforward with each other. There were too many secrets in your lives to lie to the only person who knew everything you’ve been through.

“y/n, I don’t think this is the right time or place to-” You cut him off

“Oliver, I know it’s something bad. There's never gonna be a good time, just lay it on me. There’s not much I can’t handle, you know that.” Your mind was racing, trying to think of what could possibly be so bad. After everything you’d been through, not much shakes you….Unless.

“Is Thea okay?” Your heart dropped at the thought, losing your baby sister would kill you, and Oliver.

“It’s not Thea, she’s fine.” He shook his head, but he couldn’t look at you, this was something really bad.

“Ollie, please…” Your voice tapered off, you just needed to know.

Oliver looked up and made eye contact for the first time, there were tears in his eyes. He took a deep breath and grabbed your hand tightly in his. Everything felt so heavy, you hadn’t seen Ollie this upset since Lian Yu but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t trust your voice.

Oliver took one more deep breath before he finally spoke up.

‘Y/n, before you left there was a robber at QC and we found out that he was on Mirakuru, and he wasn’t the only one. Sebastian Blood had a whole army of men that were loaded with it, Roy was one of them…We cured them all, with Caitlin and Cisco's help, but they did… a lot...of damage” Oliver stuttered a bit, but you stay silent almost holding your breath as he spoke.

“Slade Wilson was behind the whole thing. He survived the Freighter, he came to Starling to get his revenge for what happened to Shado on the island. He killed, so many people. He took Laurel, Felicity and Thea - we got them back, but…” Oliver couldn’t finish, he didn’t know how he was supposed to tell you this.

“But what, Ollie.” Your voice was shaking and tears were welled behind your eyes.

“...Slade, he, he killed mom...he killed her. Right in front of me, and Thea...he wanted me to choose, but...I⎯” now he stopped for real, he couldn’t believe he had to tell you this. It was like reliving that night again.

You wanted to comfort your brother, to tell him that none of this was his fault. It wasn’t, just like Shado wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t speak. You kept trying to say, anything, but you couldn’t. When you went to Central City things were just starting to be okay again. Your mom was found not guilty, and The Arrow was making the city a better place, but now.

Before you knew what was happening you felt the hot tears rushing down your face. None of this seemed real. You looked up at Ollie and your face said everything he needed to know.

“Come here.” He whispered softly and pulled you into his strong embrace.

Once you had regained yourself, you pulled away and took a deep breath for yourself.

“Did you kill him?” You asked without even looking at Oliver.

“No… I promised myself I was done, but I had ARGUS reinforce a prison on Lian Yu, he’s not going anywhere. Slade Wilson is never gonna hurt anyone I care about. Never again.” You just nodded back in response, still looking at the ground.

“Were you hoping that I had..” Oliver questioned lightly, he knew you were trying to process, but he wanted to know that you’d be okay with the fact that Slade was still breathing.

“I honestly don’t know. I’m just glad you and Thea are okay.” you sighed and finally looked towards Oliver, but now he was staring at the floor.

“Yeah” he mumbled

“Yeah”

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#super #arrow #flash #arrowverse #CrossOver #crossover fic #barry allen #oliver queen #oliver queen x sister #barry x reader #reader insert

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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Part two seems so boring to me!!!!!!! I need it to be a bridge chapter before we can get to the fun stuff (Which is already planned out and written in my head). This is such a filler part and I HATE writing it. I’m so sorry, I’m just trying to make it not suck.

#arrow #flash #writers block #filler chapter #writing is hard #agggggggh

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winchestersgirl-67 · 6 years

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I’m sitting at my computer and not getting up until part 2 of Super is finished. So hopefully it will be done soon. I love you guys, thank you for hanging in there while I’m working. I’ve been swamped with school, and figuring out my emotional well being.

#super #arrow #flash #sorry #personal

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I found this on my mobile side Tumblr account and raced home to show the world what an amazing girlfriend I have. (And by “The World” I’m referring to my 2k followers. lol)

I never thought anyone would love me the way you do, I was so scared and confused for so much of my life...I never thought anyone would say the things you’ve said about me, or love me the way you do.

My life is a flaming hot mess, I don’t know what the future will hold or where I’m going from here, but I do know that at this moment you are a beacon in my life. A source of pure, positive vibes that I know is always gonna be there for me. I love you for that.

I love the way that you talk about your pets (however many there are), and how you care for them like they are your own flesh and blood, children.

I love the way that you handle high stress situations like a boss and I love how you don’t except bullshit from anyone, you tell it how it is and “screw the consequences”.

I love your passion, how much you love the things that you love. Be it Harry Potter or a TV show or a Disney move...Speaking of Disney movies I love that we share this intense love of the Disney universe (even if there are some songs that we can’t listen to because we’re cursed, or if you forgot what Disney World is called that one time, or pushed me away when I was trying to have a really sweet moment listening to Kiss The Girl...oh well).

I love that we’re not just Girlfriends but were also friends, we love each other but we also love to hang out and talk about how much our classes suck and anything else that we need to blow off.

Much like you I feel like this list could go on for years, I am so greatly lucky to have you. There has been a lot of shit in my life over this past year but I can say with confidence that you have made it so much better.

Your Hufflepuff,

~ M

A Letter To Her

{ the chances of my girlfriend seeing this are slim to none as she doesn’t know my tumblr account, but I don’t mind. there is simply so much I want to say, but I can never fully express myself in person without stuttering like a fool. so, without further ado, here’s everything I’ve wanted to say to my girlfriend but couldn’t find the words to do so. I know if she reads this she’ll realize it’s me, and there’s a part of me hoping she’ll find it one day. if by any chance you see this, darling, just know I love you and I hope this isn’t too cheesy… }

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I don’t know where to begin this, but perhaps the beginning would be a good place to try. There are many questions that have gone through my mind since we’ve been together, the most recurring being: when did I realize I’d fallen, and why, out of all the people in the world, did you choose me? If you’ve ever wondered my answers to these, well sit back and buckle your seatbelt, love. I’m about to take you on a little journey…

The answer to the first question is obvious to me, but perhaps you never knew. The weeks before this particular moment had been filled with hectic days of juggling stressful rehearsals for our theatre showcase as well as still attending classes and doing homework. During one of the final rehearsals everyone was wandering around doing their own little thing while those who had the biggest parts ran over their lines and blocking onstage. You and I walked into the auditorium and sat all the way in the back, in the seats furthest from the stage and partially-hidden in the shadows. You held my hand while we sat there and you played some music on your phone. I don’t know what caused me to do this, but it felt right so I laid my head on your shoulder. You didn’t object and I was so happy you didn’t. Do you remember what I said then, love? My head was on your shoulder and I whispered, “this is so nice.” And it truly was. It was so, so nice. A few minutes late one of our friends walked onstage and was looking for me. Thankfully he couldn’t see us, because leaving was the last thing I wanted to do. That moment was so perfect and I didn’t want anything to ruin it. It was then that I realized I was in love with you.

Now don’t get me wrong, I knew I liked you long before this particular moment. Every time you would smile at me or we’d share laughs my heart would do this weird little flutter thing and I’d try to rein it in, telling it to quit because how on earth could a wonderfully amazing girl such as yourself ever like the way too easily angered, not-so-slightly-insane mess that I was? I never imagined you would ever like me back in even a sliver of the way I did. But enough of the reminiscing for now. Let’s get into the heartfelt, really mushy stuff.

You are many things. You are a Hufflepuff, you are a proud plant mother, you are a theatre kid, you are a musical jukebox.. but you’re so much more than that, too. It’s all these little things about you that I love, all these things make you you, and you are one of a kind. I love how proud you get when talking about your plants, I love the passion in your eyes when you talk about musicals or books you read. I love the way you are so proud to be a Hufflepuff. I even love the way you debate with me about James Potter and Severus Snape, even though we’ve agreed to never debate this certain topic again as it could possibly get too heated.

There’s so many things about you that I love, if I were to list them all we’d be here for the next forty years — and even longer. Along with all these things, you’re a few more: you’re my love. you’re my everything, and perhaps it’s too soon to say that, but it is true. you make me so fucking happy, happier than I’ve been in god knows how long. When I’m with you, everything else disappears — all my worries, my fears, my uncertainties. When I’m with you, I can be me without fear of judgement or rejection.

This brings us to the second question. I know there have been moments in our relationship where I’m a little too distant, a little too far gone in the dream world I often allow my mind to venture to when things become too much. Just know that I never distance myself because of you. After years of growing up with family members and fake friends who never understood me and judged me too harshly, distancing myself was the only way to protect my heart and sometimes I revert back to that old version of me, even though I know I don’t have to. Not when I’m with you. I’m a test to everyone’s patience and the fact that you’ve stuck with me this long is amazing… I can hardly believe it, but I’m so glad it’s true.

I also hope you know that, no matter what happens in my life or the world around us, I’m not going to give up on you, no matter how awful or difficult things may get. So long as I’m still breathing you will never be alone or without support. I will be your confidante, your partner in crime, your everything, too. That is, if you’ll allow me to be. You are my Hufflepuff, I am your Slytherin, and I’ll be damned if I let anything tear away the best thing that has ever happened to me. I promise you will never be alone.

I love you, with every ounce of my being and so long as you’ll allow me to be a part of your life, that love will remain. It will never waiver, nor will my loyalty to you. You have my heart, you have from that very first beautiful smile. I just hope you’ll allow me to guard yours as well. Once again, I love you so much baby girl, and if you see this I hope the insane levels of cheesiness made you smile.

Yours For Evermore, ~ A.

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Waited So Long pt. 3

Dean x daughter!reader

Everything is going to change for the reader as she watches her mom fade away

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CHARACTER DEATH

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8 days.

That’s how long your mom lived after Sam and Dean showed up. So much could’ve happened in those 8 days, but so little actually did.

Your mom slept - a lot. She slept all night and almost all day. When she wasn’t sleeping she was in horrible pain so the doctors and nurses gave her medication that made her...sleep.

Dean stayed in the motel down the road, he came right when visiting hours started every morning and he always had two cups of coffee. One for you, one for him. Sometimes he stayed all day, you talked when your mom was sleeping and you were feeling up to it. He would leave early if you weren’t in the mood for polite conversation, or any conversation for that matter.

Sam left on the third day, he said he found a hunt somewhere upstate and he was gonna go take care of it. Dean told him he shouldn’t go alone, but Sam assured him that he could handle it on his own.

You held on. It was hard, your mom was fading away right in front of you and there was no way anyone could help her. Your father, who you’d dreamed of for your whole life brought you coffee and sat with you everyday, but you could barely speak to him. You were too sad.

The last day was the hardest, everyone knew it was the last day. Including your mom. The nurses and doctors were coming around twice as often as they normally would to make sure everyone was comfortable.

She signed a do not resuscitate form a few days before when you were with Dean, that meant if your mom's heart stopped she didn’t want the doctors to try and save her.

You sat by her bed all day, refusing to move as you watched your mom slip in and out of consciousness. Dean had brought you coffee, water and food all day as he kept checking up on you. You were really grateful that he was there to help you, over the week the two of you started to bound a little but today you couldn’t think about him, today you just needed to think about your mom.

The few moments she was alert during the day she couldn’t speak much. She managed to squeeze out an ‘I love you’ a few times, when Dean was in the room at one point she made him promise to look after you. When she said that you had to leave the room, you promised yourself that you weren’t going to cry in front of your mom today but when she said that the tears filled your eyes. With you in the hall, Dean took your mother's hand in his a told her that keeping you safe and happy was going to be his top priority for the rest of his life.

As the day went on you mostly just sat and stared, trying to keep the tears in, sometimes they would fall and you would step out, no one bothered you.

At 8:52 PM your moms breathing started to wheeze, a nurse came in a bumped up her O2 and pain meds. You could tell from the look on her face, it was time.

At 8:56 the heart monitor started to go off, a doctor turn the sound down and stood in the doorway watching the line get closer to flattening. As you stared at your moms face and really let the tears fall.

“Please don’t go mom.” “Please don’t die.” “I need you.”

It was too late. By 8:58 the line was flat and you heard someone call out the words ‘time of death’, after that it was a blur.

People came rushing in and out unplugging wires and disconnecting tubes. The top half of your body fell over onto your moms bed. Her body was still so warm, but she wasn’t breathing. Your not sure how long you laid there sobbing before you felt someone place a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Dean?” you choked out at you turned your head to look at you father.

“Yeah, y/n, I’m right here.” Dean moved his hand like he was going to rub your back, but before he could you were curled up in his lap sobbing.

As Dean tried to comfort you the doctors pulled the bed sheet over your mom's head and moved to take the bed out of the room. Hearing the bed move set you off, but Dean held on to you tightly assuring you that it was okay.

“Y/n they have to take her away, everything will be fine. I’m right here y/n I’m not going anywhere.”

You sat in Dean’s lap and sobbed for what was probably a very long time. You lost track, time didn’t seem to matter anymore, nothing seemed to matter at the moment.

You didn’t think you would want to be with Dean after, since he showed up you’d been telling yourself that when the day came you weren’t going to be around him, but now it was real. You hurt so much, your heart and your brain and even your eyes hurt from crying. There was a pit in your stomach that felt like a two ton bag of rocks, your mind was racing to store every memory you had with your mom somewhere that you could recall them years in the future.

Now you couldn’t imagine Dean not being here, you couldn’t bare the thought of being alone. As you sat and breathed in his oddly, comforting scent you were so thankful that you decided to call.

“Dean..” It was hard for you to speak, but you had something to say.

Dean adjusted so that he was still holding you, but now he could see your face, he nodded to assure you he was listening without interrupting your train of thoughts.

“Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone. PLease…” you managed to squeak out a few words through your stuttered breath.

“I’m not going anywhere, y/n. I’m your dad, were a family now and I don’t leave my family behind. I promise, as long as I’m around I’m going to take care of you.” Dean was so confident that he was going to be there forever, as he spoke you couldn't help but think that one day he wasn’t going to be around anymore, but you couldn’t express that now.

You just nodded your head and fell back into Dean’s chest, your sobs were softening and slowing down, but tears were still dripping down your face as you realised this was your family now.

When the tears had finally stopped Dean suggested it was probably a good idea to leave the hospital, so he helped you gather your things and say a final good-bye to the nurse before he took you to the motel across the street.

“Wow, you sure do live in luxury.” You joked at the sight of the rundown room. “You always stay in dumps like this?” you added.

“Unless someone else is paying, crappy motels are our home away from home. I spent my whole damn childhood moving from one of theses ‘dumps’ to the next, I actually find them a little comforting now. Just not nearly as comforting as the memory foam mattress on my bed at the bunker.” Dean commented back, you started to think about him growing up. You knew about the monsters and the hunting, but you never pictured your dad as a little kid doing what he does now. This whole thing was scary to you, and in two years you would be a legal adult, you couldn’t even imagine knowing about this stuff as a little kid.

“Thank you.” you mumbled partially to yourself.

“For what kid, bring you to this dump?” Dean responded, confused.

“No, for not bringing me here sooner. I was so man at you, or the idea of you my whole life, but I was so much better off not growing up like you did...sorry, I didn’t mean that you- I just think- nevermind…” You stuttered off feeling embarrassed like you had somehow insulted him.

“y/n, you don’t have to be sorry. My childhood was rough, I knew you’d probably hate me for not being around growing up, but all I ever hoped for was that one day you might understand why. I’m really glad you do.” Dean smiled, for as sad as today was for everyone he was so excited to finally have you in his life.

As the night went on you and Dean just talked, exchanging stories and getting to know each other. You talked about your mom, dean talked about his dad, before you knew it the whole night had gone by and it was almost 1am when dean got a call from Sam.

You tried not to listen to the conversation they were having as you made your way around the room trying to look busy until Dean hung up. You started to notice that the two of them had some sort of secret language that only they understood, and you hoped to uncode some day.

“That was Sam, he said the hunt went well and he’s on his way back. He’ll be back around 11 tomorrow, then we can head back to Kansas, unless there’s people here you need to see before we go….” In the madness of the last week Dean hadn’t even thought about the life you had outside of your mom and that hospital.

“No, i’m fine. We can leave when Sam gets back, there’s no one for me to see here.” You sighed, but it was true. Friends and school all started to fall apart for you once your mom got sick. Having a sick parent in the hospital was like a full time job.

Dean didn’t want to push you, it was an emotional day, but he was a full time parent now and he could tell something was wrong.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” Dean bravely asked, hoping not to upset you more.

“It’s nothing, you just lose a lot of friends when you move into a hospital full time. Not that I really had that many to begin with. There’s no one in this dumb little town that I need to say goodbye to.” You tried to nod it off like this was no big deal, honestly it wasn’t. You never had a lot of friends you didn’t really mind, or at least that’s what you always told yourself. Dean saw right through your act.

“I’m sorry kid, I’d love to tell you that things will be better in Kansas, but I don’t know if that’s true. Even if they aren’t better you’ll have me and Sam and a crap load of hunters that have your back. You’re a Winchester now, nobody messes with a Winchester.” Dean grabbed your shoulder when he was done to emphasize that he had you, feeling him touch you was comforting in a way you’d never experienced before.

“Umm, Dean…” your voice wandered as you geared up for your question.

“What’s up, y/n?” Dean responded slightly worried that something was wrong.

“Do you mind, if I- would it be okay with you if I- If I called you dad?” you forced the words out shyly, then looked down to hind your face.

You couldn’t see with your face to the ground, but Dean’s eyes lit up as a smile stretched across his face. He was so happy he could barely respond.

“Y/n, I would love it if you called me dad.”

“Thanks…..dad…” You looked up and saw that both of you were wearing matching smiles.

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