#lore drop before rushing to lectures this morning

[ultra-phthalo]

Reverse First Contact AU

[Technology Introduction] The technology of the Transformers themselves has been fully assimilated and harmonised with human life. The moment the Transformers landed on Earth they essentially disappeared. Their foot print hidden. Falling in place of the sudden shroud of tech and buildings that humans learned to create from the experimentations that immediately arose from them. Experimentations some may have not survived. All components pulled apart and recycled like the rest of humanity's machinery. Until it eventually one day it stopped. Leading to the research and preservation of this rare exotic line of specimens. Due to the world wide abundance of the energon tech. Some wrongly believe that the Transformers were built by humans and that even the little known history of the alien species is actually entirely made up for emersion of these new 'attractions'. The wildly varied enclosures provide accessibility to a myriad of security risk potentials everyday. And the walls are the only thing separating the fascinating bots from the public.

[ijustneedwhump]

Stubborn as the Grave

The first sign was the way Dean moved—just a hair too stiffly, a second too slow on his draw. Sam had noticed. Bobby too. But Dean waved it off with the usual grunt and glare.

“I’m fine. You girls worry too much.”

They’d heard it a hundred times. And just like a hundred times before, Dean refused to sit still. Drove them from town to town, fought a nest of ghouls like his ribs weren’t grinding every time he swung the machete.

He didn’t complain. Dean never complained.

Until he collapsed on Bobby’s kitchen floor.

“Dean!” Sam was there before the thud even echoed, already dropping to his knees, catching his brother’s blood-slicked side as Dean groaned low in his throat.

“What the hell?” Bobby barked, rushing in with a hand towel that did nothing against the dark red soaking through Dean’s shirt.

Castiel appeared an instant later in a flutter of wings, gaze sharp and worried. “He’s been bleeding internally.”

“No kidding,” Bobby growled.

Dean, barely conscious, still managed to grunt, “M’fine. Just… tired.”

“Tired?” Sam’s voice cracked. “You were bleeding out and didn’t say a damn thing?”

“You would’ve made a fuss,” Dean slurred.

Sam looked at Bobby. Bobby looked at Cas.

Cas only sighed. “We’re making a fuss now.”

Dean woke to the scratch of flannel and the smell of antiseptic. The ceiling fan spun lazy circles above his head, and every breath was pain.

He tried to sit up and immediately discovered two things:

He couldn’t move his arms.

His head felt like it had been filled with cotton and regret.

He blinked groggily. His wrists were cuffed—not metal, but thick leather, looped through the frame of Bobby’s guest bed.

“What the hell…” he rasped.

“You’re awake,” Castiel said, stepping into view. “Don’t try to move.”

Dean tugged anyway. “Cas. Seriously. This is insane.”

“You hid a stab wound for two days,” Cas said calmly. “You nearly died. This is necessary.”

“You drugged me?” Dean snapped, yanking again. “You all seriously crossed the line.”

“We crossed the line?” Bobby appeared at the doorway, arms crossed, expression darker than thunderclouds. “You’re the one who thought ignoring a gut wound was a solid life choice.”

“I had it under control.”

“You collapsed in a puddle of your own blood.”

Dean huffed. “Just needed a minute to catch my breath.”

“Bull,” Sam’s voice came from the hallway. “You’ve been hiding how bad it was since we left the ghoul nest. You thought we wouldn’t notice?”

Dean glared at the ceiling. “I didn’t want to slow things down.”

“You’re not a machine,” Sam said, stepping inside. “You’re human, Dean. And humans bleed out when they don’t take care of themselves.”

“Didn’t ask for a lecture,” Dean muttered.

“You didn’t ask for anything,” Bobby said. “That’s the damn problem.”

Later, when Dean was calmer—read: too sedated to put up much of a fight—Sam changed his bandages while Cas used his grace to dull the pain. Bobby sat nearby, flipping through an old lore book but not really reading it.

Dean dozed off mid-argument.

“Too much?” Sam asked, capping the syringe that had delivered a mild sedative.

“No,” Bobby said without looking up. “He’d have torn his stitches otherwise.”

Cas nodded. “He’ll thank us when he’s alive next week.”

Dean was silent the next morning. Awake, clear-headed, and pissed. He didn’t scream or shout—but he glared. Arms still restrained, jaw clenched, and green eyes glowing with unspoken fury.

“You’re not leaving this bed until you’re healed,” Sam said, placing a fresh tray of water and broth on the nightstand. “No arguments.”

Dean didn’t say a word.

“I’ll take the silence over your usual crap,” Bobby muttered.

Dean’s eyes flicked to him, and he spoke—quiet, but fierce.

“You don’t get to chain me up like some damn monster.”

“We didn’t do it because we wanted to,” Sam said, pulling up a chair beside him. “We did it because we had to.”

Castiel appeared beside the bed. “Dean, if you’d let us help you sooner, this wouldn’t have been necessary.”

“I don’t need help,” Dean snapped. “I can handle it.”

“You didn’t handle it,” Bobby said, voice hard. “You damn near died on my kitchen floor.”

Dean looked away. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare us,” Sam said quietly. “You hurt us.”

That hit deeper than Dean liked to admit.

He sighed, head sinking into the pillow. “This doesn’t mean I’m not busting out of here first chance I get.”

Bobby leaned in. “Try it, and I’ll knock you out myself. You’ll be napping ‘til Christmas.”

Dean looked at him. Then Castiel. Then Sam.

They weren’t bluffing.

“…Fine,” he grumbled.

They still kept him restrained another day, just to be sure.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 2/?

Pt. 1 / pt. 3

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

Warnings: omegaverse, obviously, yandere themes, Izuku b showin that stalker side more and more, reader is still dense asf, Bakugo b MAD, hella swearing-

“Katsuki, can you let me go? I have class-“ Your words were met with a grunt, Katsuki only tightening his grip on you.

“C’mon, it’s just one class and I can come back right after and we can nap?” You sighed when he still didn’t respond, you didn’t want to hurt him, but you were already late. (You’d hit snooze on your alarm a few too many times, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push Katsuki off until you absolutely had to.)

“I’m sorry-“ you kissed his forehead, smiling at the faint purr he let out. Then you pinched his scent gland, and the omega was springing out of bed and snarling like a cat when you stepped on its tail.

“I know! I know! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll run back!” You rushed to throw on a pair of jeans, stumbling around as you pulled them up. Katsuki only growled at you from the bed, watching you struggle with dark amusement, sleep still heavy on his mind.

“Text me if you need me to pick anything up on the way home!” You pressed a kiss to his forehead before you left, feeling slightly less guilty as his scent returned to its usual content aroma.

“Hey! L/n, wait up!” You were getting into the elevator when a familiar voice made you turn around, and you waved as Izuku ran down the hall, clutching his backpack like a lifeline.

“Midoriya! Hey! Where ya headed this early?” You pressed the ground button once he was finally in the elevator, biting the inside of your cheek when the elevator closed and you remembered just how potent his scent really was. It was fine, you could handle this, just a minute or two-

“Oh! I just got accepted into UA university! I’m doing forensic science!” Midoriya chirped, and you felt your jaw drop.

“No way! That’s my degree, what’re the odds!” You grinned, missing the way he relaxed when you didn’t suspect anything. “I can show you around if you want?” The elevator dinged and Midoriya beamed as the two of you stepped out.

“Oh really? Are you sure it’s not a bother?” His scent took on a slightly worried turn, and you were reassuring him without a second thought.

“Yeah it’s no bother at all! It’ll be nice to have someone in my classes, my friends and my roommate are doing music degrees so we don’t really have classes together!” The two of you fell into step perfectly, and you couldn’t help but flush when Midoriya walked so close your sides brushed together.

The walk to university had never seemed this short before, and the two of you were getting to class in what felt like record time. The two of you took a seat up the back, barely having time to get your books out before Mr. Aizawa entered, a thermos of coffee bigger than your head slammed down in the desk and the class shut up, the lecture beginning immediately.

“How did you find Mr. Aizawa?” You asked as soon as the two of you were outside, Midoriya had been totally engrossed in the lesson, filling five pages compared to your two. Hey, school had never been your strong point, and you wouldn’t have even made it through high school without Katsuki helping you study, even if he did yell at you for being stupid like, a lot.

“Oh the lesson was great! He seems kinda grumpy for a teacher, but he covers a lot of details and-“

“Hey, Y/n! Who’s the fresh meat! And why’s Bakugo in such a foul mood, what’d you do dude?” A familiar voice interrupted Midoriya, and you waved as Mina and Denki came into view, Denki’s arm slung around Mina’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know Katsuki had class today, why isn’t he with you guys?” You couldn’t help but frown, it wasn’t like Katsuki to not mention having a class, especially when it was in the morning like yours.

“Oh, Kiri and him had something to take care of!” Mina chirped, and a flash of something went through your heart… maybe Katsuki just didn’t want you as an alpha, and Kiri was all sorts of charming-

“L/n, don’t be rude, introduce us!” Mina was staring right at Midoriya, who had moved to stand slightly behind you.

“Oh right! Sorry! This is Izuku Midoriya, we ran into each other yesterday and then realised he lived right opposite Katsuki and I!” You ruffled the back of your hair nervously, and Midoriya couldn’t help but glance at your scent gland, your unmarked scent gland. So you and Kacchan hadn’t sealed the deal, huh? Perfect-

“Oh, he’s so cute! I’m Mina Ashido and this is my mate Denki Kaminari! What are you studying?” Midoriya seemed to relax next to you and you couldn’t help but smile, Mina was always so good at making people feel included.

“You know… you can call me by my first name, if you wanted.”

“Huh-?” Those words had you stumbling over your feet and almost face planting onto the pavement. That was a courting invitation- plain and simple, and your brain short circuited as you turned to face the omega. He couldn’t mean that, right, you’d only known him a day and you’d been far from charming and- was Midoriya holding a blanket?

“I know it’s kinda soon but being with you just feels right- and you’re such a good alpha I’m sure you have dozens of omegas you could choose from and I don’t even know when your birthday is but I couldn’t not say anything so maybe if you wanted to scent this blanket I could put it in my nest and we could start the courting process...“ Midoriya trailed off when you were still silent, eyes darting between him and the blanket and your mouth wide open in disbelief, and your happy scent pumping out in waves was the only thing stopping him from crying.

“M-Me? You want… me… to be your alpha-?” Your face went bright red as you finally processed what was happening, a warmth quickly spreading out from your chest. Katsuki briefly crossed your mind, but then you remembered he didn’t want you- and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want Midoriya.

“Mid- Izuku, sorry, I’d be honoured!”

“Bakubro- what do you think of f/ns new friend, have you met him yet?” Denki called when he and Mina finally found Katsuki and Kirishima outside one of the cafes next to the university, and the blonde almos dropped the bag of food he was holding.

“Ha- What the fuck do you mean new friend! They didn’t mention anything to me-!” Katsuki was already yelling, and Kirishima sighed as the omegas scent took on a burned tinge, waving in apology to the passer bys that frowned.

“Yeah, apparently he just moved into your building, too!” Mina continued, the two of them far from surprised by this reaction.

“What’s his fucking dynamic- if he’s the same asshole from last night I swear to god-“

“Oh… so you haven’t met him yet, he’s an omega and I’m sure you’ll like him!” Mina waved her hands as she tried to diffuse the situation. It almost did, until Katsuki remembered that scent from last night.

“What does… what does he look like?”

“Oh he’s short! Green hair that was kinda a mess but he had the cutest freckles-“ Mina started, giving Denki a light shove when he interrupted.

“And his eyes man! Biggest puppy dog eyes and they were the brightest green colour!” Katsukis blood went cold with each word, dread and rage quickly settling on his chest, and he could barely ask the next question.

“What’s his name?”

“Um I’m not sure- what do you reckon babe?” Denki turned to Mina and she frowned as she tried to remember.

“I think it was Izuku Midoriya!”

That was the nail in the coffin, an involuntary growl bubbling up in Katsuki’s chest as his vision went red. Why the fuck was Deku back?

You slowly opened the door to your apartment, frowning slightly when Katsukis scent was fainter than usual. He mustn’t have gotten home yet. You’d invited Izuku over to study, (you could really use the help, and he’d taken so many notes-)

“There’s the couch with the TV, or we could go to my room but it’s kinda small and-“

“Wow, Y/n, I thought you just invited me over to study-!” Your face went red at what Izuku was implying, and you were falling over yourself to insist you did just want to study and there weren’t any ulterior motives. Izuku was… slightly disappointed, but there’d be time for that later, so he merely took a seat on the couch and got his books out while you got the two of you a drink and some snacks. The lounge was smaller than his, but it was cozy, and the couch was far more comfortable than his. Plus, the whole place reeked like you and Kacchan, and it took everything Izuku had to stop himself purring, nothing had ever felt so right.

“I didnt know what you wanted so I just grabbed a variety, and I hope jasmine tea is okay? It’s my favourite and I’m kinda out of anything else- Katsukis meant to be doing a grocery run soon anyway-“ you set the tray down next to Izuku’s notebooks, plopping down on the couch with a sigh and taking a second before you grabbed your own books.

“Let’s get down to it then, huh?”

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[1000roughdrafts]

Movie Monsters Pt. 1

Summary: you’re teamed up with Dean to figure out the path of a new monster. And of course, things don’t go as planned.

A/N: written for @spndeanbingo and is part 1 of 2 (hopefully the keep reading insert works I’m on mobile - if it doesn’t I’ll fix it when I get to work tonight)

Warnings: spn style banter, some language and angst

Square Filled: enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2,047

••••

You were never really one for movies, solely because you itched to stand up, walk around, move your limbs. Sitting for an hour or more was never appealing to you. You preferred reading, where you could submerge yourself in the story and close the pages when you needed a moment to yourself. You could always open up the book after your coffee break, or a shower and pick up where you left off.

People had said you could do the same with movies, but it just never had the same appeal. You are a controlling type, so perhaps the distaste in movies and love for books is because you can picture the story more Y/N-styled via book. Reading was easier as a hunter, as well, given that you could always carry a book or two with you anywhere you find yourself.

Lately, a new monster has hit the world - so new in fact that the only name it’s been given so far is Movie Monster. The thing is eerily similar to a Djinn, but you found out from visiting the roadhouse that they have one distinct difference; instead of the victim being placed in a dream, they are put into the world of a horror films, a lifetime of running for their lives.

Stumped, you drive to Bobby’s for a research session. He suggests you team up with the movie-loving Winchester. That arrogant smirk of his forms behind your eyes and you cringe at the sight of it.

“No way, Bobby,” you hold your hands up and shake your head. “There is no way I’m working with that prick! I’m sorry,” you say.

“You want someone who knows movies and can help you gank this sunnova bitch, or do you wanna wait till it kills more?” He shouts in his dad voice. “Besides, you’ve never even met the kid!”

“Yes I have. Don’t you remember when I was huntin that rougaru, only for Dean to come in with his sexist, ‘I’ll take it from here’ attitude?” Bobby only gives you a nagging glance. Rolling your eyes, you decide he’s right. You cross your arms, “fine, what’s this assholes number then?”

“No need for that,” he says absentmindedly. He peaks through the blinds, letting in a soft ray of sunshine as the sound of tires and the hum of an engine purrs outside. “He’s here now.”

Following behind him to the front door, you stand off to the side as two statuesque beauties make their way in offering hugs all around. The three men are offering niceties as if it’d been a long while since seeing each other.

After an uncomfortable silence, Bobby clears his throat and puts a hand on your back, “uh, Dean, Sam - this is Y/N, the girl I was telling you about.”

Dean, you remember, puts his hand out to you with a simper smile, “I believe we’ve met. It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”

“Wish I could say the same to you,” you murmur, only to be swatted by Bobby. You offer him a shrug before crossing your arms.

Sam nods at you, repeating the pleasantry. You at give him a pitiful smile, at least he’s never derailed one of your cases only to overtake it completely like Dean has.

You lead the way into Bobby’s office, plopping down into your chair, watching Dean as he saunters in, eyes scanning for a resource he’s surely not going to read and rubbing his hands together in preparation.

Slouching forward in your chair, you prop your elbows on your knees, “researching is a lost cause, guys. There’s not going to be anything in the lore given how new this creature is.”

Sam's head tilts to the side as he runs a finger along the spines of Bobby’s books, without turning to you, he replies, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. We could look into a resurfacing monster that went dormant for years, or - or perhaps something similar to a Djinn that just,” he holds onto his tongue, in search of the phrasing, “transformed or morphed into something else.”

Pulling a book down, he quickly opens it and fans through the pages. Dean coasts over to the chair next to you, falling onto it and clapping his hands together. “Well, if we can’t find anything here, I say we do some hands on learning,” he says with a wink in your direction.

You roll your eyes with a scoff, standing up from the chair and walking over the creaking boards to Bobby’s side.

“How ‘bout we split up,” Bobby suggests, pointing to Dean, “you and Y/N do the hands on, and me and Sam will crack open the books. We’ll keep each other posted on our findings and Hell, maybe when all this is over we can create the first book about this Movie Monster.”

“What?” You screech, directing your attention onto Bobby, “first of all, you know how I feel about that jerk, and secondly, I’m not into movies, remember!”

“Little girl you listen to me, and you listen good,” He flags a finger at you, gripping the attention of the brothers. They know this lecture all too well and exchange glances of gratification that they are not the only ones to deal with Bobby’s fatherly lessons. You cower only slightly. You admire Bobby, always have. Ever since your parents were murdered by a demon, he’s all you had.

“If you think for one second that I’m changin’ my mind, you can guess again. You better drop that attitude, little lady. We have no room for that huffin’ and puffin’ so you can take it or leave it,” He scolds.

You cross your arms, looking between the brothers as they quickly turn their heads away. “I’ll stay,” you mutter.

“Good,” Bobby sighs. He glances at the Winchester’s before looking back at you more affectionately, “now I hate gettin’ on you guys, but sometimes you really get on my nerves with your whining,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Now, can we agree on the teams?”

“Yes sir,” the three of you say in union.

“You two better scurry off if you wanna save daylight,” Bobby says, pointing to you and Dean, “sunsets bout to come in and we don’t know when or where this thing is gonna hit next.”

“Not to sound silly, but how do we know where to go next?” You ask.

“Have you forgotten how to do your damn job?” Bobby taunts. “Last attack was in Wisconsin, right? Go there, interview the victim’s families, check out the autopsies - the usual stuff,” he shrugs.

“That’s almost a seven hour drive!” You blurt out before you can cover your mouth. All eyes land on you, Sam with his head tilt and Bobby with his father frown.

Dean stands smugly, wagging a hand and arrogantly speaking out, “five and a half if I’m driving,” he winks. You groan, pushing past the men to pack up a bag.

Once you have everything you could imagine you’d need, you run your hands across the empty notebook your mother had gifted you merely weeks before she died. You never considered yourself to be a writer or a daily journal type of gal, but if this monster was one for the books, you know that you need to be the person to write that.

You slip the notebook and a few pens into your bag and rush back down the hallway, giving Bobby a kiss on the cheek and a small apology before heading out.

Jumping into the passenger side of the Impala, you slam the door shut behind you. Dean winces, glancing over at you, remaining quiet but keeping a frown.

“What?” You snap, whipping the seat belt over your lap and clicking it together.

“Hey!” He shouts, holding his palms out to you, “go easy on her! Do you have to be so aggressive with everything?” He rolls his eyes, clicking the key into driving and delicately rotating the ignition on - eliciting the soft purr of her engine.

“Do you have to be so bossy?” You retort, leaning back against the seat.

For the rest of the drive you speak no words, only listen to the wear of the tires on the road and the soft rock that plays from the speakers. Dean slowly pulls up in front of a motel, putting the car to a stop and jumping out without saying a word to you.

He returns shortly, letting out a huff as he falls into the seat with one key, “so, they only have one room left-“

“What?” You say, eyes wide. “Seriously?”

“There’s a bright side - there’s two beds in this room,” he says, raising his eyebrows.

You sigh in relief, “okay. That’s… better, I guess.”

Lugging in your bag, you take the bed by the bathroom after arguing with Dean about the one by the door. He says since he’s the man and he should be the one to protect the two of you should someone break in. You were in no mood to spend the night arguing, so you settled on the other bed with a request that he let you take the lead in the morning.

You wake up to the earthy and spicy aroma of freshly brewed coffee, following your nose to a cup planted on the nightstand by your bed. Chugging nearly half of it before you open your eyes, you hear a low chuckle off to the corner.

You squint your eyes in his direction, at his freshly showered and shaven face as you swallow down the hot liquid.

“Not a morning person I take it,” he quips before taking a sip of his own. Judging from his chipper voice, it’s certainly not the first cup he’s had for the day.

“Yeah, and you are?” You sass, hurling the blankets to the side and throwing your legs off of the bed. Grabbing your bag you ignore his response, pushing right past him and into the bathroom.

You rummage through the small bag, looking for the professional attire you find yourself wearing less and less. Displeased at the small hairs scattered in the sink and the splashes of water beside it, you grab a towel from the stand and place it on top of the counter to put your clothes safely onto. You reach into your bag again, pulling out a small bag of your makeup and toothbrush.

Before stripping off your clothes, you make sure to lock the bathroom again, hopping in the shower and getting ready as quickly as you can.

•••

Surprisingly, Dean held up to his promise - or bet, or whatever the Hell you would call the argument over who got the bed - and let you lead the conversation with the victim’s families. It went extremely well, you’d say. The families gave you some good information and you expressed your condolences, but you were ultimately sent back to the drawing board.

Both of you sighing out as you get into the Impala, Dean starts the conversation. “So, morgue?”

“Yep,” you say, slouching down in your seat, throwing a hand on your forehead.

He reaches over to the glove box, and you only notice that he’s so near to you when you hear the box pop open and his arm brushes against yours. You pull your hand from your face and lean back in time to see him holding a bottle of ibuprofen. Only then did you realize that there’s a throbbing against your temples, and a pulsing behind your eyes.

You groan, forcing a smile and taking the bottle from his hands. He twists around to reach into the back seat for some kind of liquid, only finding a can of beer.

“Thanks, Dean,” you chuckle, the throbbing intensifying at the vocalization. “I’ll just take it dry,” you whisper, opening up the bottle and popping two of the astringent capsules into your mouth. You cringe, shaking your head as they go down.

Dean laughs as he puts the car into gear, “I’ll take the morgue,” he says softly. “Not because I don’t think you can handle it, but-“

“Headache, no talking, got it,” you say with a hand covering your face, holding a thumbs up at him.

Part 2

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