#and to Bobby for the most horrible

[otakuwithapen]

MASSIVE GORE WARNING!

Sooo ya know how Ollie is like “There used to be 8 of them, but now it’s just CatNap”

And DogDay is like “I’m the last of the Smiling Critters”

I was thinking “Well, what the hell happened to the others?” I decided that “CatNap killed them all” was Too Boring, so I made up my own explanations!

You can find all the gory details in my A03 fic ‘No More Smiles’, but in the mean time enjoy my drawings!

[renfriscreyden]

Let the record show this is the worst week to be a wheel of time and 911 fan

[mikhailoism]

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[asofterepilogue]

the ONLY good thing about netflix's damsel is that the royal family in its entirety gets wrecked, prince included. everything else is appalling. the acting is consistently subpar, the dialogue so heavy-handed it's insulting, and the prettier shots are so obviously the director going "oooh this would look cool although it'd make no sense whatsoever" that they just end up being annoying. but at least I didn't have to watch the prince "redeem" himself, I guess.

[jenanigans1207]

What I wanted so badly was for Mary to learn about her boys from Cas. Like that night where Cas finds her when she can’t sleep and she expresses that she just doesn’t know anything about her sons since she missed so much?? All I wanted was for Cas to sit down with her at the table and just start telling her about them. Basic stuff at first: their favorite foods, their sleeping habits, the stuff he’s just observed by being their passenger for years.

And then I want him to say something totally Cas, like “Dean always wears more layers but that’s because his body naturally runs two degrees colder than Sam’s. But that’s normal for him and not indicative of any illness, so it’s nothing to worry about.”

And as they talk, it starts to get a little deeper, and Cas tells her more. He tells her about what she missed, about all the horrible things that happened to her sons and how they coped; how it changed them. And he tells her about Sam, he does, but really it ends up being all about Dean.

He’ll tell her about how Dean clenches his fists when he’s upset, even as he tries to keep his face impassive. About how Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel when he’s anxious. He’ll tell her about Dean’s nightmares, about the ways he’s chosen to cope. He’ll tell her how to know when to approach Dean and when to give him space, how to gently acknowledge what he’s feeling without pushing him too far.

And with every word he says, Mary’s curious head tilt from when she’d seen them hug in reunion turns into a bone deep type of certainty. Because Cas is telling her things that only someone who paid special attention would notice. He’s telling her things that only someone very, very close to her son’s heart would know.

Cas will tell her the cliff notes of what they’ve been through; will tell her how the whole world looked to Dean and he rose to the occasion over and over again. He’ll tell her about Dean’s doubts in himself and then vehemently declare them as wrong and explain, at length, why. He will tell her about the people Dean has loved— the people who loved him like he was their own— and lost. He will tell her about Bobby, Ellen, Jody, Donna, and Charlie. He’ll tell her about Claire, too, and how Dean stepped up.

And the whole time, Mary will have this realization that oh, she may not have been around to guide and protect her sons, but there was always someone there to care for them and support them when they needed it. She will realize that she and John may have left them, but they were never alone.

But more than that, there was someone there for Dean. Someone picking Dean over and over again while Dean picked Sam, or the world, over himself. There was someone fighting for Dean when he wasn’t fighting for himself. There was someone who saw Dean, and loved him unconditionally.

Sitting across from her, at the asscrack of dawn, filling her in on all the things she missed was every mother’s dream: someone who loved her child with the kind of devotion that would break the world. And from the sounds of the stories she was being told, it did break the world. Someone whose love is entirely untainted and comes without any strings attached.

It’s so clear to her as she listens to Cas talk that Cas loves Dean with no expectations. That loving Dean is something he just does, like he doesn’t know how not to love Dean, like the possibility of not loving him never occurred to Cas. He loves Dean in a way that Mary knows can and will soothe Dean’s sharp edges and battered heart. He loves Dean in the kind of pure way that tells Mary that it will continue to endure and overcome everything without ever diminishing, even the littlest amount.

Mary, through tears, will tell Cas how she always told Dean that there were angels watching over him. And before Cas can make some comment about Dean being the Righteous Man and the interest of most of Heaven, she will place a hand over his and give him a motherly look that will convey all the things she’s not sure how to say— and the things she’s not sure Cas is ready to hear yet. And Cas will flush and look away, mumbling about how her son is very special to him.

And when she pulls him into a hug and murmurs thank yous into his shoulder, she will be comforted in the knowledge that her sons turned out to be wonderful men, and that they managed to stay together through everything. She will be comforted to know that no matter what happens, no matter her shortcomings as she tries to fill a role she never meant to leave, Sam will have Dean and Dean will have Cas.

And this time, when Cas tells her that she belongs here, she will believe him. And she will tell him that he belongs here, too.

And when Dean wakes up a few hours later and wanders in to find Mary and Cas still chatting over the table, he’ll be surprised— but pleased— to find Mary looking more at ease. He’ll be pleased when she gives him a warm hug and pats him on the cheek and tell him with all the sincerity that only a mother can muster that she’s glad that he met Castiel. And when Dean agrees, a little confused, Mary will just smile at him.

“I always said I’d like a third son.” She says, “so give him a reason to take our last name, won’t you?”

And Dean will splutter and turn fifteen shades of red as he steadfastly doesn’t look at Cas but mumbles something that suggests he’s not against the idea at all.

And Mary will laugh again and wink at an equally red Cas before heading towards the kitchen like “Cas said waffles are your favorite, so I hope you’re hungry!”

[juicebuck]

i saw a post earlier that i now can't find that talked about buck making assumptions about other people. particularly when it comes to eddie. and GOD. yeah. it's been rotating in my mind ever since. the way buck has assumed the worst about eddie on multiple occasions this season instead of talking to him. and i actually do think a lot of this is due to buck’s black and white, all or nothing thinking. and most recently, in 8x17, was exacerbated by the grief assessments. significantly this is something he does when he is Hurting. when his abandonment issues are triggered. this is clear in 8x09 and 10. where he's consistently implying that leaving LA means nothing to eddie. eddie's an "abandoner", who doesn't "know how to stay" and is leaving him "like it’s nothing" and this is, well. it's buck struggling with black and white thinking. unable to see any inbetween so coming to the worst possible conclusion about eddie and lashing out. and it's hurtful. that's an extremely hurtful thing for eddie to hear. that buck thinks eddie can so easily toss their friendship aside. that it's nothing to him. and then, same again in 8x17. buck assumes eddie (and everyone else too) is doing fine, an assumption based on Grief Assessments rather than actual conversation, and feels like he's the only one struggling, that no one needs him, that he’s been abandoned in his grief. buck literally says, "sorry i'm sad bobby's dead" and it's passive aggressive. it's implying eddie's Not sad, that he’s not grieving too. and it fucking Hurts eddie that buck would think that. that buck hasn't even—not just that he hasn't even asked. but hasn't even considered what it's been like for him. because he made another assumption instead of talking to him. and then, eddie opens up about it. about the guilt he feels about not having been there. and buck's response is "you don't think i did everything i could to save him?" and it's. God. it's painful to watch. because buck's still doing it. he's still making passive-aggressive assumptions instead of having a conversation. takes it as an accusation. when it's eddie starting to deflate and trying to actually talk about what it was like.

and i say all of this as someone who has a lot of experience being in buck's shoes in this situation. in assuming the worst in people when you're hurting. it's an extremely difficult mindset to break. and it's an extremely painful mindset to try and navigate life with. because your first instinct when you are hurt will always be that assumption. i have had so much therapy. but it's STILL my first instinct. i'm just able to challenge it better now. and i don't think that buck actually does believe what he is saying and what he is implying. he's just lashing out. because he's grieving and he's not in a space right now where he is able to challenge those assumptions and that black and white thinking. grief is a fucking horrible beast. you can have had all the therapy in the world and react like you haven't (i don't think buck has had all the therapy in the world but. a point he does make is that he's had enough therapy. he THINKS he's handling it in like, a healthy way. when he's not.)

and to be clear. this isn’t about making eddie the Right One in this situation either. they have both handled it all Badly. and they've clashed because they have both handled it badly in Different ways. ways that inevitably conflicted. and eddie gets mean directly. when he's hurt. buck gets mean by making assumptions with passive-aggressive implications (i.e. sorry i'm sad bobby's dead. implication: eddie's not) but eddie is more direct. he'll outright say it (i.e. making it all about you). but acting like those two things don't hold equal weight, acting like eddie is Wrong and buck is Right is genuinely fucking insane and a gross misunderstanding of the scene. the kitchen scene was so, so good. because it was such a raw expression of grief, and the conflicting ways people lash out at those they love when grieving. buck was lashing out just as much as eddie was. just because he didn't yell about it doesn't make it not true.

[eddiazx]

no brownie points - buddie x reader

Based on this request: Would you maybe do a fic kind of based off Dosed when the old lady puts LSD in the brownies? Eddie and/or Buck x reader. Maybe the reader has anxiety and takes Xanax so the LSD interacts badly and she gets really sick. Also, maybe she's the only one who eats a brownie before the tones go off so she's the only one that gets drugged.

"Mm, these brownies are delicious, Buck!" You hum around the chocolatey goodness exploding in your mouth.

"I'd love to take the credit, but I didn't make these. I think they were a gift." Buck answers. He and Eddie walk over to grab some brownies for themselves, but just then, the bells go off, making them drop it, before everyone run towards the engine.

Once everyone was en route, you stare at Chim sitting across from you, and ask casually: "Chim, you have a brother?"

Chim looks at you like you have two heads. "Yes, you've met and hung out with Albert many times."

"No, not him. Your twin brother."

The rest of the 118 listen, equal parts amused and perplexed.

"You know something I don't, Y/N?" Chim asks.

"The one sitting next to you. There's two of you." You giggle. You then stop suddenly, taking Hen's hands in yours. "You have a beautiful aura, Henrietta." You state in the most serious tone.

"Cap..." Eddie starts, concerned. Bobby looks back with an equally concerned look from the driver's seat.

Hen looks at your dilated pupils and notices your elevated heart rate. "I think those brownies were dosed, Cap."

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You wake up a few hours later in a hospital room, groggy and like you were coming out of a horrible fog. Bits and pieces were coming back to you, but both your body and brain felt like they were working in slow-motion.

"Hey." A voice murmurs softly. You take note that both Buck and Eddie were there, one on each side of your bed. You would bet good money that the two of them had been by your side for hours, wanting to help in case you woke up feeling anxious or paranoid.

"Hi." You croak out.

"You feelin' okay?" Buck asks, concerned bright blue eyes surveying your face.

"Jury's still out." You say, but give him a reassuring smile nonetheless.

"Here, have some of this." Eddie holds out a glass of something blue. You accept it and down it happily, the cold liquid feeling refreshing going down your throat.

"You scared us." Eddie says.

"I scared myself. Think I've sworn off brownies for the foreseeable future." You joke half-heartedly.

"Maybe we stick to Buck's baked goods for now." Eddie says with a tender smile.

"I'll make you a giant double chocolate chip cookie once we get you out of here." Buck beams, relief marring his features.

"Sounds perfect." You grin softly.

[angels365]

Oh nothing, just thinking about Maddie and her grief throughout this entire situation. She was never close to Bobby but she was on dispatch the entirety of the emergency at the lab. Not to mention, Bobby died to save HER HUSBAND. He died to save her husband and she feels grateful. The guilt she most likely harbors for feeling grateful that this man that was so important to the people around her, especially her husband, is insane. Like she’s working at the dispatch center, pregnant, a fresh scar on her throat, and her husband is literally dying and she can’t do a thing about it but sit and wait. BUT THEN: Bobby sacrifices himself to let Chimney have the antidote and all Maddie can feel is relief. Despite everyone having just lost one of their closest friends, someone who is practically family to them, all she can feel is relief and she feels horrible for it. Just thinking about that.

[awxcoffeexno]

the patient - part 2

toxic!loganhowlett x reader

someone new

<< part 1 | series masterlist | fic masterlist | part 3 >>

summary: logan is an awful jerk and so you seek out happiness elsewhere.

content: you'll learn a little more about reader's powers + bobby and storm show up!

warnings: all mentions of jean are actually referring to the phoenix who is extremely mentally unstable, logan mandhandles the reader quite this time as well but never hurts her, the relationship portrayed is horribly toxic.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: logan's a giant dick in this one but i promise it gets better next part on.

you are finishing up bedazzling sophie's dress for the annual xavier's school for gifted youngsters college prom when bobby approaches you with a small sheepish smile, pulling his sleeves over his hands nervously.

"hi," he smiles, crouching down next to you and giving your handiwork a once over. his cool air is pleasant after hours of labouring over this dress that you volunteered to fix.

"hi, bobby," you smile back, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks as you read his mind.

you'd already been expecting him to come, of course – it's been a few days since bobby has been meaning to ask you but now that he's here, he's the first of all the boys who have asked you to prom that you're actually potentially attracted to. only he hasn't quite asked yet.

"so... i was thinking..." he starts and you bite your lip, seeing the images of the two of you dancing together spinning in his mind. he's in a simple tux and you're in a glittering blue dress – it reminds you of cinderella.

he opens his mouth to continue but you cut him off.

"i don't have blue fabric!"

"what?" he asks, puzzled.

"you want to ask me to the prom!" you rush out, sitting up to explain. "but i don't have blue fabric. and the store bought cheap stuff makes me itchy. and so–"

bobby's a smart guy and he catches on quickly. a warm smile spreads across his face and he sits down properly, criss crossing his legs.

"i thought the professor told you not to read our minds without permission."

you redden, picking on your nails. his closeness is nice, comfortable.

"yes but... i can't help it sometimes."

"it's okay, i don't mind." he says, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. "and i don't mind if your dress isn't blue either."

you look up at him and really, you should be immensely flattered. you should be jumping up and down with joy, having gained the affections of one the most popular students at the college, the whole mansion, really.

you should be so grateful that someone wants you the way bobby does, true and pure. bobby, johnny, travis and mikey, all the boys who have already asked you to prom. but of course, your stupid stupid heart is elsewhere with a very much unavailable man.

so you say simply, "i can't go to the prom with you, bobby."

he tries to protest but you quickly place your hand on his cheek and his eyes flutter shut, succumbing to your powers.

he takes your hands and kisses your knuckles softly. "you deserve better," he says, knocking the wind out of your lungs before standing up and walking away.

is your desperation for logan so fucking obvious? none of the other boys said anything– god, you must look absolutely pathetic to anyone who cares to notice.

and then a vision envelopes you, logan and you in yet another fight. what about, you cannot tell. logan is impossible to read sometimes.

you quickly stand up and decide to go find him before it turns nastier than it need be. you've learned that the best course of action is always to nip these things in the bud.

you find him in the kitchen, hunched over a plate of chicken. storm has some bacon on the stove, the sizzling filling the air around you. your stomach growls at the smell. slipping into the stool beside logan, you knock your shoulder against his with a smile.

"hey, sweetheart." he smiles the lopsided smile you love so much, making your heart skip a beat.

"hi. can i have some of that?" you ask, gesturing at his plate.

"'course y'can." he says, quickly dragging your stool closer and bringing a forkful to your mouth. you take the bite, tummy filling with butterflies. for a moment, you all but forget about your vision.

"oh, hey," storm greets you as she walks back in to check on her bacon. "did you say yes to bobby? honestly, he's such a good kid, he'd be great for you!"

"hmm?" logan inquires, wanting context.

"bobby said he'd ask her to the prom." storm explains, waving her fork about. "it's her... what, fourth promposal?"

"four, huh?" logan mutters, sitting up straighter and you're flattered at the irritation in his tone before you realise why you'd gotten that vision in the common room.

shit.

"four and you didn't once say yes?" he growls, low enough only for your ears.

"well, you don't know i said no to bobby." you mumble defensively.

"give me a fucking break. look at your face. you said no."

storm looks between you both and to satiate her curiosity, you quickly explain about the blue dress fabric and why you had to say no and logan slams his fork down on the table. the sharp sound makes you both jump.

"what–," you start, really not having expected him to create a scene in a common area but you're proven wrong because he's grabbing your arm and hauling you out to the corridor and up the stairs, two at a time, ignoring your protests.

he shoves you into his room and shuts the door behind himself, rubbing his hand down his face in anger.

"why do you care if i said no?!" you hiss at him, hurt that he isn't happy.

he should be happy! you're saving yourself for his promposal. teachers and students go together all the time considering how many of the teachers are so young and how many students much older. he isn't even a teacher anyway.

"why do i care?" he repeats, disbelief lacing his voice. "why do i care?!"

his tone makes you step back.

"why do i care?!" he thunders again, stepping closer.

his voice drops dangerously low. "i need you to get one thing clear in your head." his fingers wrap around your jaw and he can see your eyes glaze over in an attempt to push your emotions back. "i ain't asking you to the prom. i was never gonna ask you to the prom. if jean is feeling up to it, i'm takin' her. else i ain't goin' at all. do you understand?"

you exhale evenly, pissing him off further. he hates it when you don't fight back and you wonder if he enjoys this back and forth between you two. you wonder if enjoys belittling you.

when you don't respond, he hisses, "nod if you understand."

you nod finally and he lets go of your jaw, shaking his head and sitting down on his bed. he puts his head in his hands and groans in exhaustion.

"fuck me, rejecting four kids your age hoping an old fuck like me's gonna ask you out." he mutters, twisting the knife in your heart further.

"don't pretend you don't want to ask me only because of my age." you finally speak, voice laced with venom. "don't condescend to me like that."

"nah, you're right," he snarls, "ain't askin' you 'cause you're fucking obsessed with me. fuckin' pathetic."

you let out an involuntary gasp as his words further sting your heart. your reaction makes his eyes snap up to you and he almost looks like he wants to take it all back. but you step back, knowing when to admit defeat and refusing to take any more hurt from him. he starts to stand up but you raise your hand, stopping him.

"don't worry, logan." you whisper, voice threatening to break. "got the message."

you walk out of his room and don't let yourself cry a single tear until you've found bobby, told him that, actually yes, you'd love to go to prom with him, found lara and offered her a new dress in exchange for the blue fabric from bobby's thoughts, and gotten back to your room.

only then do you allow yourself the first tear. and then you cry and cry and cry yourself to sleep.

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okay, i promise the next part is lighter and wayyyy cuter!! poor lil reader.

love, d <3

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[nqueso-lies]

The point is you lump every buddie journalist into unprofessional based on a few instances that not all of them did. You're talking about shit Max and Lizzie did. If you don't like them thats fine but they didn't do the shit you're talking about and liking buddie doesn't make them unprofessional. These characters aren't real but these people are.

... what about me? Am I real? Because I have assholes in my ask box ALL damn day saying the most horrible fucking things to me.

... what about Lou? Because BoBs are CONSTANTLY @ him on twt telling him to die and that no one likes him. They call him ugly, they call him homophobic slurs.

... what about Tim? Is he real to you? Because he gets death threats over a fucking minute long deleted scene!

... what about Ryan? Because even though you're supposedly his fans you constantly call him gay and want him to be forced to play a character the way YOU want.

... what about the rest of the cast that aren't Ryan and Oliver? Because no one ever wants to interview them. No one gives a shit that Peter just had a really great storyline for Bobby.... no one even interviewed him AT ALL. And Aisha! Her first time directing and all they can be fucked to ask her is about God damn BUDDIE.

... what about everyone you call a racist because they don't ship buddie?? Are we not real just because we don't ship Buck and Eddie? Boo fucking hoo, we enjoy the canon ship. Get the fuck over it! We're allowed to like something different than you.

And all these journalists are unprofessional because they are 100% biased and 98% of the time they only ever ask about Buddie. Ffs one interviewed Anirudh and asked HIM about Buddie!! Are you fucking serious?!

Stop blaming ME and every other Bucktommy fan for something a handful of other Bucktommy fans on twt say and do. Then maybe I'll give your journalists the benefit of the fucking doubt. But also remember that staying quiet when they say shit (like those other journalists do) makes them just as fucking guilty in my eyes.

Btw, have you guys asked Lizzie why tf she led you all on to think that you'd never see Tommy/Lou again??

No? Didn't fucking think so.

[kevjeanyves]

i just got here (and by that i mean i binged the whole show while studying for finals between november and december), but buddie can’t NOT go canon. not at this point. not with everything they’ve set up

bucks canonically bisexual. that’s a massive key component. the queerBAIT is now lying entirely on eddie’s shoulders. and in terms of bucks storyline, the horrible guy he dated was given a barebones personality…that resembles eddie (military, likes sports, had a serious relationship with a woman). almost every trait they gave That Guy resembles eddie (except eddie isn’t racist). they did that on purpose. buck, bothered, bewildered, bisexual or whatever it’s called was so centred on bucks relationship with eddie

plus the whole confessions “i’m not your last” moment, only for the LAST shot of that episode to be buck and eddie sitting side by side. confessions as a whole is such insane proof of impending buddie canon too…the whole focus on eddie finding joy, on eddie’s catholic guilt and guilt in general, on eddie not wanting to See himself both figuratively and literally because he’s scared of what he’ll find…josh’s speech applying to eddie but making no sense regarding that Other Guy (the glee thing made no sense regardless)

and THAT focus is so obviously pointing towards eddie being gay. eddie’s entire everything has always pointed towards him being gay, i can’t lie, but it’s getting so much more obvious. they’ve reached a point where nothing about eddie’s personal arc or journey makes any fucking sense UNLESS he’s gay, and every storyline is making it more obvious that they’ve realized it

his catholic guilt being brought up. not wanting to be intimate with a woman who represents god in his mind. sex, god, and shame all coming together in that episode, AND bobby bringing up that eddie does this thing in relationships where he makes excuses instead of examining how he really feels towards them…now im sure bobby doesn’t know eddie’s gay, but it invites the audience and eddie to examine his past behaviour towards female romantic partners. and every single thing about that priest/juice scene in confessions. catholicism guilt tied into sexuality again (“uh…n-no offence…i-im straight” to a priest like cmon)

and speaking of past relationships, eddie’s grief is at the forefront of his storyline too now. his main most pressing storyline being chris’s running away. eddie’s grief and complicated emotions towards shannon have always been something he struggles with, and in s7 we learn that chris has complicated feelings around his mom too. and at the end of s7…well. what a stupid fucking storyline, but grief is the driving force of the chasm between eddie and chris. this addresses the most important romantic relationship eddie had with a woman (obviously shannon), and hopefully the relationship he has with his son, and both of those people are excuses eddie might be making in his own head to justify not even questioning his sexuality. eddie and shannon had chris when they were teenagers, eddie’s been a dad literally his entire adult life. does he know he can be gay if he’s been married? if he has a kid? does he know he’s allowed to even question his own sexuality? it’s probably what michael felt, but more complicated

AND michael stayed with athena thinking she could “fix” him. eddie said in s7 that he thinks he’s broken and can’t be fixed, to a woman he’d been unadvisedly pursuing, a woman who looked just like his own wife…

then, the “you think being a cheerleader makes your son weak?” storyline. cheerleading is seen as feminine and there are a lot of stereotypes about male cheerleaders and feminine men. both cheerleading and being gay are seen as feminine. the cheerleader called eddie “dad” and hen pointed out to chim that it his emergency is difficult for eddie because he misses his own kid AND the conversation with the cheerleaders dad where he relates it to his own current situation, which connects the storyline to eddie and chris. but the “you think [stereotypically feminine thing] makes your son weak?” brings eddie and ramon to mind. because eddie was raised to be hypermasculine and Not Weak, never weak. what would ramon think if eddie comes out as gay?

and, finally, the focus on eddie finding joy. on eddie doing any introspection at all. on eddie Seeing himself and understanding himself and being kinder to himself. on eddie realizing he deserves to be happy. on eddie realizing he doesn’t have to hide behind his (ridiculously adorable) moustache, that he doesn’t have to hide who he is

s7 was for bi buck. s8 is for gay eddie AND likely for buddie. eddie’s currently trying to see Himself and make amends with his past (and because that went badly, making amends with chris…the child he sorta partially legally gave to buck, in a way…). buck’s trying to not lose hope over the future, wondering who’ll be the last to love him (or wondering if he’s loveable at all). eddie’s true self AND bucks endgame are called into question at the same time…now maybe i just got here But

[dubina-dawkins]

THE LAST TIME

~1k words

>you find out dean is going to die soon. and he wants to spend his last meeting with you well.

warnings/notes: smut, minors dni! set in the 2nd half of the 3rd season, may be kinda angsty, oral (f!receiving), fingering, gn/afab reader, no usage of y/n

REBLOGS WILL BE APPRECIATED!

You were shocked.

Starting from scratch...you and Dean ended on a bad note. Horrible notes. If those notes were put together into a song, it would be the ugliest melody known to man.

You really wanted to help him find his father, you could have - but somehow Dean thought it was too dangerous. Like you two weren't both hunters when you were kids.

But you still forgave him when he hadn't been around for weeks... months. years. You called, and he didn't pick up, changed numbers.

And then you just find out that the Winchesters opened the gates of hell. It was enough to shock you. But it was compounded by the way he and his brother just showed up at your hotel room - they probably found out where you were from Bobby - and in casual fashion just decided to help you with the case. And Dean, as if inadvertently, on your refusal, threw in the fact that he'd be dead in less than six months.

This case wasn't easy, yeah. You've never dealt with real demons before, honestly. Werewolves, vampires, wendigos, ghosts of all kinds-- but no demons. A bunch of demons took over an entire town. You couldn't have done it alone, yes; but with news like this, it was impossible to focus on the case.

Dean could have died so soon, and you still spent those few years just waiting for him. If you wanted to, you would have been there. You could have fixed it-- it tormented you.

"You know, it'd be funny if I died without ever fucking you again."

He said it with a smile, as if it were no business at all. You'd known him for so long that you definitely realized how strained that smile was. On Dean Winchester's smile sincerity scale, which rated a pure and genuine laugh at ten, this smile you rated at one and a half at most.

But you also knew that this distraction...it wouldn't hurt you both, to be honest.

You were cuddling on a decrepit motel bed. Sam is somewhere in the library, trying to find something you haven't found yet. You rest your nose in his hair, resting your hand on his jaw, lifting his head slightly. "I always knew you were a jerk, Winchester, but not this much."

It's his turn to silence your complaints with his lips as he raises his head sharply. And you don't resist at all. Why would you ever resist?

You didn't notice the moment the gentle cuddling turned into something more sultry.

His hands all over your body, as if he was trying to imprint every cell of your body in his head, to memorize every mole and hollow and bulge.

Where before he'd been lying against your shoulder, now you were under him, tangling your fingers in his short hair. There was nowhere to tangle, and yet you were doing it.

"I'm not letting you go. No fucking hell, you're stuck here with me," you whisper in his ear, kissing his temple and cheekbones. Dean can only grin as he moves down to your neck. He knows there's no way out, thanks to Ruby for opening his eyes.

But he doesn't say anything back, just mumbles into your skin about how beautiful you are, how soft you are, how he fucking loves you. Like you don't know that.

A few long moments of his worship of your body, and Dean is already pulling the waistband of your unbuttoned jeans and underwear down with his teeth. A few long moments of his worship of your body, and Dean's teeth are pulling the waistband of your unbuttoned jeans down, along with your underwear, and the black lace falls to the floor along with the denim as he bumps his nose against the inside of your thighs, stopping abruptly.

He inhales your scent and visibly shakes. His breathing is shaky, like he's ready to cry. He knows for sure that the only thing he'll remember in hell is Sam and you.

"Dean?" You call out, gently lowering your hand to caress his cheek and lift his face up by his chin. He rests his head on your stomach and kisses the soft skin, smirking.

"Forget it, baby" And he lowers himself sharply, pouncing on you like he's starving. His tongue first passes from bottom to top, licking away the moisture of your arousal, then flicks the clit a few times until Dean's lips press against it, sucking. Vacuum drives you crazy, that's for sure.

He knows how to do it, and you know it. And over time, he clearly hasn't lost his skills, although your brain pushes the idea that his tongue could be in someone other than you away.

Dean doesn't hold back, he literally whimpers. He missed it as much as you did, maybe more. His thick fingers play with your slit until one middle finger slips into the wet walls, and he literally moans in pleasure.

"Still just as supple," he whispers, sending vibrations through your lower abdomen, the fingers of his free hand stroking your waist and stomach as he returns to your clit and wet folds.

His finger doesn't give you a break; God, his finger alone could replace any toy, honestly. Especially when he pushes the second one in and pauses for a few seconds to make sure you're okay with the shift, but when your hands roughly clutch his hair in your fist, he knows he's doing it right and goes back to the same pace.

You're on the verge of release, of edge--

"Baby, baby, love, let it out, come on..." He growls, encouragingly - but lightly, nonchalantly - spanking your ass. And God, that was the last straw as you squeak his name loudly, clutching his head between your thighs.

But if this was his last sex with you in his life, he wasn't gonna stop so soon.

A/N: unexpected dean winchester smut :D wasn't on my today's to-do list but i needed it. divider made by @bernardsbendystraws .

thx for active on my past works <3

[bludhavensbirdboy]

I think the 911 show writers and who ever else was involved fucked up and horribly misunderstood their audience. One of the main reasons the show is loved is the cast and the dynamics of the characters in the show. A lot of the shows good moments are seeing characters interact and their struggles in and out of the job. Seeing the bathena parties, the henren and madney storylines, the buddie of it all, bucks bi realisation etc. Is what gives 911 the edge compared to all the other firefighter/first responder or even in generally network shows. To kill one of the most important characters in a show that is heavily carried by the characters is an insane choice and I feel like if he stays dead that loved dynamic of the 118 will not be the same (the Gerard storyline showed that it was kind of intolerable when Bobby wasn’t cap). Basically I think main character death is fine if your shows selling/strong point is the calls and emergencies but 911s strong point is how the CHARACTERS interact with eachother and how they work during the emergencies.

[lottieswidow]

I actually can’t stop thinking about Mari and Travis pre-crash friendship so yall get to hear about it too🤩 Some of these are add ons to other hcs I’ve seen😛 I LOVE MY LATINOJACKETS 🇲🇽 🇧🇷

Their mothers are friends and they grew up across the streets from each other. Regularly visited the others house for like a carne asada or some other event.

Coach Martinez and Mr. Ibarra became friends because of their wives and would watch soccer games together. Mrs Martinez and Mrs Ibarra would sit out in the back patio chismando while Mari, Travis, and Javi played in the backyard.

Mari actually has an older sister and a baby brother. By the time Mari and the boys were starting to hang out (around 5-6) her older sister already had her own personality and independence so she would go to her own friends house. At the same time Mari’s baby brother was yk a baby and too young to play with them.

Because Mari was older than the boys she got to choose what they played, Travis always thought it was unfair and Javi was just happy to be included. She had them playing Knights and Princesses but don’t be fooled, she was not a damsel in distress, she’s was lowkey a villain. They would go on ‘quests’ together then she’d take all the glory. Mari also had one of those crusty white dogs, they would pretend it was a dragon or some other creature during the game.

Mari is like a grade above Travis so they never had any classes together but they would ride the bus to and from school together. Javi would sit between them, Mari was closest to the window, and Travis was at the end in the aisle. This only happened in elementary school and some of middle school before they (specifically Mari) found other friends.

The end of bus rides together also caused the drift between them and they would act cordial, a nod of acknowledgment in the hall or a short wave from across the cafeteria, but they definitely weren’t as close as before.

When Mari’s baby cousin died she didn’t really know how to react. For days she was unresponsive to most questions, she would sit in her room staring at the wall for hours. Her mom was worried for her and expressed her concern to Mrs Martinez. They showed up the next day to give their condolences and tried to have Travis and Javi cheer her up.

Travis realized pretty quick that they couldn’t do much to cheer her up though. He sent Javi away so he could talk to her alone. They didn’t talk, they just sat and stared at the wall, he didn’t know how to comfort her but he knew he could show his support by being with her. After a couple minutes Mari leaned her head on his shoulder and cried. Travis let her, figured it was the first time she allowed herself to cry. They never brought it up again.

Shortly after, when Travis got his spinal fusion the Ibarras went to go visit, everyone went to go get food but Mari stayed. She thought about the day her cousin died and Travis could tell that she was but they didn’t say anything. Again they sat in silence, it was weirdly comforting for both of them.

Back in school they remained cordial, when Mari eventually got her drivers license her mom asked her to take the boys to school with her. Mari was pretty reluctant but after being threatened with the car being taken away all together she agreed. She wasn’t in the loop with other grades drama nor was she in the same circle as Bobby Farleigh so she had no idea about ‘Flex’

After the plane goes down and she calls him ‘Flex’ she didn’t really know the story behind it. She was scared and had heard the other girls calling him that so of course she got on the Travis hate train. It wasn’t genuine, she needed to blow off steam and was following the lead of the other varsity girls. Travis doesn’t say anything to her, it’s actually Natalie who tells Mari to quit it during the winter. When Mari learns the story she actually feels horrible because she remembers how 12 year old Travis looked in the hospital bed. That same night she apologizes to him in her own Mari way.

“Natalie told me what ‘flex’ means.” They’re in front of the fire place, Travis’s face flashes in anger for a second. He feels betrayed that Natalie would tell anybody, but then he realizes that it’s just Mari. The same Mari whom had played Knights and Princesses with him and his brother when they were younger, who had sat with him on the bus for seven years, who had packed in extra granola bar for him in the mornings when she would pick him up for school because he never had time to eat breakfast, who forced him to dance with her during the most important day of her adolescence.

He looks at her for a moment, wondering if she’ll continue but she just looks at the fire. Somehow Travis understands what Mari doesn’t have the guts to say. They sit in silence watching the fire as the wood crackles and smoke goes up the chimney.

The day Mari died Travis was too drunk to fully understand what had happened. His trap, intended for Lottie, had just killed Mari. He had killed Mari. Whether he wanted that to happen or not didn’t matter. He’d collected the wood, shaved it down, planted then covered it. It could be no one else’s fault but his own.

And as he sits around the fire with a piece of meat in his mouth, a piece of Mari, clarity washes over him and the noise of the others chewing fades out. He watches the fire, frozen in guilt, unable to hear anything besides his own heartbeat. Travis is reminded of the times he and Mari would sit in silence, with the only sound being heard is their breathing.

[brotherscain]

weecest headcanons i have that no one asked for:

-thruout their adolescence, dean mainly drives a pickup. it’s what they associate with a lot of their firsts, and it was in some ways something that belonged to them and them only

-summers mostly spent at bobby’s or pastor jim’s. this is a sweet spot for me; probably until sam was in his later teens did john let them do this. john probably also wanted dean with him on most hunts, but dean worked something out to stick around with sam

-sam cuddles up to dean in his sleep for yearsss. when they get to that age that johns making someone sleep on the couch, sam sleeps horribly. he begs dean for days to just please lay with him for a little bit, just until he falls asleep. dean gives in.

-sam has to read out loud a lot and dean doesn’t mind it, maybe even likes it a little. this is also a dean who never imagines sam might leave them for college.

-dean talks sam into going to his first ever homecoming dance. goes thrifting with him for a slightly too-large suit, scrounges up some cash for the ticket. acts way too nonchalant about it, saying “hey sammy, pick up a hot chick for me, will ya?” thinks a little too much about how he wants to do something with his hands like grab sam by the waist, and nurses a flask the rest of the night

-dean’s always trying to goad moody, distant teen sammy into getting up to risky behavior with him. egging some douche’s house, TP’ing a car, etc. etc. sam, of course, rarely agrees. whenever he does, dean gets so excited, loves seeing his kid brother let loose for a night. it always makes him want to do something about the way he’s felt for years.

[azaharinflames]

Well. I suspect 911 is trying to be sneaky.

(might be me being delulu, please stay with me)

So, for those who have not seen, there is a video going around of one of these three eps's bts where you can hear Gerard (edit! thanks to Nonnie <3) Bobby yelling for Kinard, Wilson, and Han. I know that is not that surprising, as we had known flashbacks were coming (though this is confirmation that it will go back to OG times), but seeing it made me think.

Now, first and foremost this is to show Bobby's impact on the station. That is indisputable. That is the main reason these flashbacks will exist.

However. However.

I also think they could also be a sneaky way of disproving a lot said about Tommy. Because we know that that side looooves to claim Tommy is a horrible person that had nothing to do with the 118 (if I have to read one more person asking why he is a pallbearer, I will scream), and that he was just the same person he was when we first met him (chronologically, in Chim Begins). Most of them ignore the team scenes we got in Bobby Begins Again that showed Tommy being part of the firehouse and loved by everyone.

But now? Putting a flashback that reminds everyone just how intertwined Tommy is with the 118? Showing he has been a part of the team since before even Buck was?

I maintain it. 911 is being sneaky (complimentary).

Edit: I wanted to add the video!