#claire/jesse

[cambionverse]

By any chance are we getting anything for Jesse’s birthday this year 👀 👀 👀

something small! it has been one of those...years...and we don't want to begin posting more chapters of envesseled until we have the ENTIRE fic complete, because that's gotten us in a little trouble narrative-wise. so one thing we did was edited what we had so far, and those edits have been applied to the version that's on ao3 now! though probably no one will notice but us, lol.

that being said, we can't let the day pass without SOME kind of writing getting posted, so we do have a short excerpt (about 1200 words) that takes place early during chapter 7.

thanks so much for everyone who still cares about and is patiently waiting on an update to this verse <3 it is being worked on!! it'll just take time.

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In another country, in another room, Claire falls through her nightmare again.

It's getting harder to wake her up, Jesse reports; on the rare nights when Claire manages to fall asleep at all, she goes so deep as to be nearly unrousable. He doesn't say sleep like the dead, but there are certainly nights where the weight of a blanket presses Claire down like grave dirt.

The car crashes. She feels Castiel outside, sees her father inside. Blinks, and her father's face becomes Ben's. He reaches towards her face with his blood-covered fingers, horribly gentle, and Claire is locked in her body as she tries to scream—

"You're okay! You're okay. We're in Veracruz, remember? Some hotel I don't remember the name of, but you're safe." There's the slightest fraction of a pause, and then: "I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Slowly Jesse's voice penetrates the blind panic. He's learned not to touch her when she's like this—the backlash of grace is too much for both of them—but the stream of reassurances, fruitless as they are, grounds her. She never sees Jesse in her dreams. He's one of the realest people she's ever known.

"Okay?" Jesse asks, when her breathing has slowed to a respectable degree.

Claire hates it when he asks her that. It's not like she can lie. "Go back to sleep."

"Only if you do too," says Jesse. He knows it won't happen; even before all this, Claire couldn't fall back asleep once she woke up. It used to be Jesse who woke up with nightmares, and Ben who talked him down from the ledge. She's listened to it from the other bed a hundred times. Now all that's left are the calm hum of Ben's bracelet on her wrist and Ben's words coming from Jesse's mouth.

She can't go back to sleep. She can't bear to see that empty face again.

"We're not far from the ocean," Jesse continues, nodding towards the window. "And it'll be dawn before much longer. Wanna step out for some air?"

Claire climbs out of the bed which is not her grave and follows Jesse outside.

It's warm here, even in February, the air humid with salt and the faint sound of waves. There's music playing at a nearby resort, cut through by a car speeding past with its radio blasting. They don't see any other patrons of this particular hotel, but Claire still twists at her braid, trying to look less like she and Jesse just left the same bed.

To her surprise, Jesse hasn't led them out the main hotel exit but through an interior door to the hotel's open courtyard. His face is lit from below from the wavy blue lights of the swimming pool. "So," he says. "You know how you said a fluke is just a skill you haven't practiced yet?"

Claire tilts her head. She remembers saying that to Ben, on one of the many occasions they were discussing how best to train Jesse's new powers without pushing him too far, but she doesn't recall saying as much to Jesse himself. Her heart clenches at the thought of Ben using her words for encouragement.

"Well, the first time was definitely a fluke," Jesse continues, leading her closer to the pool. It's at this point Claire realizes he too has gone barefoot. "But lately I figured, why not see if I could do it again? And I think I've got the trick of it now."

The chlorine-smell of the air reminds Claire of the last time they stayed somewhere with a pool, the hotel where she took an all-night "laundry trip" to have a psychic tell her her soul was eroding. She'd been so frustrated by the time she got back that she'd parked the truck and walked straight into the water, clothes and all. She screamed until she needed to come up for air and then kept screaming, cursing Castiel even though he never listened, until the sudden sight of Jesse staring wide-eyed over his cigarette had shocked her quiet. Somehow, Jesse is always sneaking up on her.

The Jesse of today gives a wry salute. Then, much like Claire so many months ago, he steps off the deep end.

Except he doesn't sink like Claire did. Jesse leaves solid ground and just keeps walking.

Genuine wonder breaks through the ice and grace surrounding Claire's heart. "Jesse," she breathes. He looks...proud of himself, for once, and Claire realizes she hasn't seen that expression in a long time. Even when Ben was here, he'd been too stressed tracking down a cure for Claire to indulge in learning new tricks just for the fun of it. He walks the length of the pool, does a little spin, and returns to the deeper water.

"Well?" he says, and holds out a hand to her. "Water's fine."

"I'll sink," Claire says at once, though her own hand reaches out by instinct—he's been carrying her so many places these days.

The pool water ripples gently under Jesse's bare feet. "I won't let you."

Claire realizes that she wants to try—just to see, just for herself, even if it ends with a cold plunge. She hasn't wanted anything since Seattle, not really. Something about Jesse's tricks makes her remember what that's like. "Don't drop me," she instructs.

"I haven't yet, have I?" Jesse replies, and tugs her forward.

There's a shock of wetness, not unlike the sensation of dipping her feet in the edge of a river, but gravity doesn't pull them down below the surface. Instead the water supports them with a gentle pressure unlike any ground she's ever walked.

"Jesse," Claire hears herself say again. Looking through the clear water below gives her the same entrancing vertigo as being on top of the Space Needle—better, almost, because for the first time there's nothing to separate her from the drop. She takes a few more steps, watching the water ripple out from her feet. When she tilts her face up to look at Jesse again, Claire can feel her face almost remember how to smile.

For a second she wobbles—one foot slips under, water lapping at her ankle—but the next moment Jesse's grip tightens and he's right there beside her, his other arm around her waist. "Sorry," he says, moving them both above shallower waters. "You looked—sorry."

Claire rests her free hand against Jesse's chest as droplets fall from her left heel. He's swaying a little, whether from her slip or from catching her out of it, but there's still distant music echoing from somewhere outside and after a moment Claire realizes their slow movement has aligned with the rhythm of the drums.

Here they are, a deadly weapon of Hell and a shattered glass of grace that an angel dropped, holding hands and looking at their feet like a boy and girl at their first school dance. It's the moment where, in a proper romance, the boy would tilt her backwards and kiss her under the stars. Claire feels her heart clench, and she doesn't even know if it's aversion or trepidation or something—lighter. Something like anticipation.

[gemini-tenshakha]

TKATB SPOILERS

Idk if anyone has figured this out / found it already but if you input either Crowe/Sol's last name as your own in the part where you can input your name.

So basically if you input 'Brugmansia' as your last name, Sol says:

"I..."

"Haha..."

"In a hurry aren't we?"

"I'd love to share the same last name with you..."

"But I need you to remember."

While if you input 'Ichabod' as your last name, Crowe says:

*chuckles*

"I'm flattered... That you see me in that way."

"A dream come true nonetheless..."

"Ahh..."

"But this isn't how our story starts... Didn't it?"

If you're wondering what it says for the other characters it's just:

"Oh?"

"What a naughty little thing you are."

"You can't use [Claire/Sugimoto/Oogami/ Helianthus/Sitrus], little lamb."

"This isn't how fate works."

[jinxlovemail]

⚡ APT . APT . APT . ⚡

🩷🩵💜

+ more below !

ft. the others 😭

me too jess, me too.

dkhdjd never put sol and crowe alone in a room together- who knows what's gonna happen...

song was playing on loop since 12 a.m. ... it's 7 a.m. rn lol-

[yuu9o]

It's just a sketch today, as I'm now starting to draw the entire cast and boy- it's so fun to practice drawing with all of them

I'm still struggling to draw hyugo hair but he is now my second best boy

My headcanon on Deryl is whenever he is practicing, groups of girls will just swoon over and kyaa kyaa~ the entire time, bet some will just take his towel as a prize possession- and hyugo is the type of said Yaho! Or Ossu! when he greet Sol, he kinda give me that vibe

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[artinventor]

I wanna know how the interaction between dean and cas went when he bought claire’s birthday gift

My bet is cas said he should get something for her before they head back, dean says are you sure she would like that but cas insists, he asks dean where they should go but dean doesn’t know what teenage girls like so they go to a nearby mall and cas sees teenagers walk out of hot topic so he thinks that must be the place to go to shop for teenage girls and he gets the grumpy cat plushie because it reminds him of claire (who is also cute but grumpy). and dean just goes along with it

Imagine seeing them walking around hot topic though, that would’ve been so funny

[ussripleysrealm]

My mooties at me lmfaoooo

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[josru]

a little rant:

If you need to understand one thing about the Bear subreddit, here it is.

It's not a supportive place for women, let alone black women/women of colour. (Not surprising, as reddit is male and white dominated.) Sydney gets mad hate for daring to be apart of the main relationship in the show (that is now defunct), something that the writers wrote for her? Regardless if you see Sydcarmy as romantic or not. The whole point of the Bear is their partnership.

And yet the Bear fandom on reddit loves to diminish her role, and act as if Sydney is an uppity black woman who needs to be rid of. They act like it's surprising that people want to talk about her or like her. And they also think Sydcarmy is mad overrated and implausible. They bring it up constantly because it pisses them off that a sizeable portion of us love it.

Probably because Sydney is an actual character we can relate to and root for. But oh no, men don't like that because that means she isn't a perfect little white fantasy, and she has actual problems and ideas and speaks on them, and she's BLACK, god forbid!! And they could never have empathy for someone who wasn't themselves. Sydney is annoying to them because it reminds them they don't care about other people.

It's barely a place for white women too, because they only like you if you're a gf/therapist/not your own person. A flat, 2-D image with no problems. They don't care about Jess or Claire, they just want to fuck them. Even in this post, the respect of relatability and empathy is given to Richie in the title, because he finally "got some", despite the picture being of Jess. Like, great, guys, you diminished a woman (a PERSON) to being a "win" for a man, because that's all that matters, right? Whether or not a woman is a fuckable prize?

Even the writing of the show actually just pushes the whole "if women = gf, = only gf, nothing else" trope. So in a weird way, I guess I know where they're getting it from, but I expected more from adult men? My bad.

Women deserve to be more than someone's fantasy!! I am sick and tired of this misogynistic drivel. I also think it's fucked up how much of these dudes on reddit love Richie this much. Like, we get it, you think he's a self-help sigma alpha chad king now. Just keep ignoring the problems he keeps creating, how irritating he can be sometimes, as well as the fact that men picking up their lives will always have way more support than female characters. Richie is not some underdog character lol. The narrative of the show has made it clear he is very beloved and will have a nice, sweet arc.

Unlike Sydney, and Marcus, and apparently maybe even Tina. But yes, keep talking about how your white male character is the underdog who is being sooo mistreated and finally got something he deserved, even though in actuality, Syd and every other POC got treated like shit this season. It's like they swapped them, the real main characters, and made them the underdogs/tertiary while Richie has become so important. But it's key to reddit's white male victim complex that Richie is finally getting "good treatment" when he never suffered being completely ignored by the writers at all, and he was never at risk of that either.

[whosthattoad]

THAT DUMB RED HEAD

WARNING: rated 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Criticism is highly recommended for development (I'm open to hate)

Author's note: I know even if I put a warning some minors are still going to read smut contents, and I can't do shi so just go ahead and enjoy. DON'T LET YOUR PARENTS FIND OUT—

I hope you enjoy this:)

START OF PART 1

Who the hell said that rich kids are self centered?...

I did

"I swear my life was way better when I was poor... at the very least I still have this money in my bank account"

... But money is not the problem here.

OLYMPEIUS UNIVERSITY

Titus City's largest University, known for raising outstanding students who achieve highest level of success commoners could ever imagine in their life. The economy of the city is greatly affected through the student's graceful patronage. Prosperity, great reputation, popularity and influence— all of these can be attained through hard work and dedication, but most of all...money.

As long as you have money you have all the delicacy of life. The Life of Luxury as they say.

A custom made bag? got it.

Mansion? can't count it.

Luxury cars? three of them are hanging inside my house.

Prostitute? they are ALWAYS around.

It's always the spoiled kids that gets to experience these dreamlike lalala–land. Away from stress, difficulties, and responsibilities of a normal person.

Guess what?

I recently became one them.

what a mysterious, ironic event, the typical isekai situation every weeb wants to happen to them. Truck-kun is not the one who brought me here though, they're innocent and brings fantasy to losers with the potential to be the greatest.

But how?

Beats me.

Now I present your choices.

"Be my girlfriend." or "Can I be your boyfriend?"

An edgy jerk or A troublemaker

A cold guy or A cute guy

Once a spoiled brat gets everything, they get anything.

However, you've got to make a CHOICE.

This ain't Pokemon, we've got no balls to secure our fine shyt's

But ladiesssss, ladiesss, ladiessss. We CAN choose, we still got a long run to enjoy.

AU: Ni hao, fine shyt

STEP 1: SHIFTING

“... I'll be expecting everyone to be done before the designated deadline, okay? Class dismissed.“

The class broke into a series of “yes prof!“ then started packing all of their belongings.

Some of them are going to hang out with their group of friends, some are going to their part-time jobs to earn extra money, and some...

“You brought your laptop, right?“

I look up from my desk and came eye to eye with my friend, Janice. An Otome, Visual Novel Geek.

“Of course, I always bring it with me“ I look at her blankly with mild excitement in my core.

“... Heh“ She grinned

We sat down at the corner of the library, putting all of our belongings at the semi-large table, keeping only the precious laptop I own at the center for us to work on.

Well, technically... we're not working but that's equally an important matter. The Kid at the Back, a popular yandere visual novel by FantasiaKitt. Me and Jani(Janice's nickname) split up our money and brought the 5$ NSFW version of the game for... sole purposes.

Goon at the explicit artwork... just kidding. We're curious about the full story so we brought it, and since we're a very active individuals we decided to play it at the library instead at our shared dorm because... why not?

+346173 social credit

“Turn off the NSFW filter first... no, it's at the preferences...“ Jani started setting up the game, lowering the background music, sound volume and such... then she press start.

It was many and many a year ago.

In a kingdom by the sea.

That a maiden there lived whom you may know.

I tried to focus my attention on the game but suddenly I noticed some silhouette in my peripheral vision, coming from the left. My uneasiness crept in.

By the name of Annabel Lee...

“Shit... Jani, Lexi's group is here“ I whispered to her frantically

She glanced at the said group, one of them even waved at us. However, she didn't wave back, me neither, after all... who would even try to befriend a bully?

She broke eye contact with them and glanced back at me.

“Don't mind them, we're at the library. She can't touch us here with Ms. Sandy hanging around“ She darted her attention back at the game, clicking on the mouse while reading smoothly at every dialogue given

“...“ I kept quiet and went on, she has a point there. I focused on the game instead and shrugged the uneasiness away.

Crowe gives you a closed-eyed smile, returning with his own ’thank you‘ then turns his attention back towards Brittney.

“Hear me out... Crowe is the type of guy to ask for permission before ruining you“ I looked at Jani, smirking ever not so innocently while she kept on clicking the game.

Eventually, she stopped and looked back at me, equally as freaky as she is.

“7.5 inches, thick and shaved cleanly with a pink tip. Veiny and definitely curvy“

We stared at each other for a while and broke it when she started wheeze laughing.

I covered my mouth to suppress my laugh but ended up wheezing just like her, I started smacking her back to stop laughing and go back to the game and fortunately she stopped.

“Fuck, my tummy hurts“ she claimed with her british accent.

“ah you ohright? “ I asked her teasingly with my made up british accent on the bag.

“oh yes Ron, I just ate a booger“ She spat back, playfully sarcastic.

I chuckled then clicked on the mouse to read the next dialogue on the game.

click

The second tallest is a man in a purple hoodie. His eyes are sharp and slanted with long lashes, adorned with teal-colored orbs underneath.

“It's Scaramouche“ I commented, pointing my index towards the character.

Jani gave me a side-eye, clearly offended.

“No, he's Geo. Subaru Oogami in legal name“ she said as a matter of fact then flicked my index away from the screen.

"Some people say that he looks like Wanderer, and yeah, I see it but— NO. According to the wonderful and talented creator of TKATB— great FantasiaKitt, he's inspired by Masato Hijirikawa from UtaPri, after I searched it on Google I saw the resemblance“ She held up her index while giving that long explanation.

“Hmm Hmm... I don't know who that is, but I get the half of it. So he's not Scara, got it I'll never offend you again all-so-knowing Janice, please forgive me for my innocence“ I put my hands up in a ‘pls have mercy’ pose, earning a chuckle from her.

“You mean ‘naivety’” I looked at her dumbfounded

“oh yeah... but that's too much of a fancy word. It doesn't suit me. I'll stick to common terms” I puffed out my chest.

“what's wrong with using fancy words? I like them” She went back on clicking the game while I follow on the dialogues.

“I agree, it suits you more... Your writing is very unique... ” I claimed, clearly hinting something to her.

“thanks... wait—” She quickly darted her head towards me in surprise

“I saw the book you're working on... accidentally” I rubbed the back of my neck, confessing nervously.

she looked away from me and covered her face, clearly embarrassed that her secret is out.

“... Was it bad? ”

“what? no—”

“I knew it! — it was bad, I didn't want anyone to see it because of its dumbness, I should burn it. I'm not going to write agai—”

“Hey listen to me! ”

“Quiet.”

I came face to face with Ms. Sandy and her glare.

“s-sorry... ”

I quietly apologized and she walked off. I watched as Lexi and her group snickered at us. I shrugged them off my shoulder and glanced back towards my friend.

“Hey... Your writing is cool though”

“You say that when you don't like to use fancy words”

I looked at her flatly

“Oh come onnnn” I hugged her back

“Your writing is cool, you're cool. Not everyone has to write like how everybody does it, different styles are UNIQUE, look at me— I can't use proper words to decipher what I am saying but you can still understand me and my antics. Fancy or not, I like your work and I'm not going to tease you for it”

I rest my chin on top of her head waiting for her to respond back.

“... really? ” she asked and I nodded while rubbing her back

“okay... but you better keep it a secret. ” she straightened her posture and gave her attention towards me.

“promise” I grinned at her while still hugging her sides

“you can let go of me now”

“nope”

after literally shrugging me off her shoulder from my grip we went back to the game.

Ms. Sandy and the students there gave us weird glances everytime we wheezed and squeaked at every sus scenario, marking us the wheezing duo

what a shameful title.

Anyways, after finishing the game I packed my laptop inside my bag. While doing so, Jani stretched her back, hearing small satisfying cracks here and there from the motion.

After securing my lovely laptop, I shut my bag, sling it on my shoulder and walked out of the area, Jani ushering me to hurry up.

As we walked out of there safe and sound, I couldn't get off the feeling of being watched. A stalker?

I looked back inside the library and saw Lexi waving at me, mouthing ‘bye’ as she smiled. Creep

I turn away from her and walked off with Janice side to side.

“I don't want to—”

“Where did you park your bike? ” Jani asked

“Near Mr. Daniel's car, I figured if I put it near a teacher's vehicle no one will lay a hand on my bike”

“wow, what a smart child you've become”

I snorted at the way she said that compliment

“you sound like an auntie”

she glanced at me dumbfoundedly

“Do I? ”

“A little”

and our conversation ended there. The calm silence between the two of us gives me comfort, although we're usually seen laughing at our dumb jokes— the silence that comes after it makes me cherish all of the years we've spent together as close friends.

‘I'm glad to be her friend’

“Y/n... ” she called out

“hmm?” I glanced at her

“The book you saw... the one I wrote” she trailed off from her sentence, thinking whether she's going to continue

“what about it? ” I quirked one of my eyebrow

“How far did you read it? ” she smiled towards my way

I stared at how the corners of her eyes didn't crinkle, and how her sleep deprived eyes reflect none of the lights from this hallway. Blank

“... I read it thoroughly until the very end, it's a good book” I grinned

“Is that so? ”

“—up”

She stopped walking and gave me a warm hug, and I hugged her back. Confused at the way she's acting.

“what's up? were you really that worried about your writing? ” I chuckled

“wake up”

We just stood there , hugging each other.

“Janice?” I called out, but she didn't respond. Instead, she hugged me tighter. It wasn't too tight, yet the hug made me uneasy inside my gut. Janice has always been a close friend of mine since my first year of college, she might be a little secretive but she listen to all of my problems as I listen to hers. We've shared some minor secrets with each other, except about the book... but she's a good person to boot. We shared our problems, helped each other, hang out with each other, ate together, shared memories together... surely she feels the same.

“Y/n” she called out and came near my face, staring at me.

“You liar”

“Wake up! ” I got shaken up awake by my friend

Was I sleeping? When did I sleep?

“Oh sorry! Did I fall asleep? ” I turn my face towards the one who shake me up, but to my surprise...

“God! What were you thinking about slut? Class is about to start in 5 minutes! Hurry up will ya? ” I couldn't believe my eyes...

“... what are you staring at? ”

“Oh come on Lizzie, she's probably thinking of a plan on getting back at that gyaru, I mean... I would equally be on the same shoes at her, Imagine starting a fight then losing... t-that's just so... pft— ” I looked at her dumbfounded as she struggled to hold on to her laugh.

“Stop laughing Vivi! You ran out of there and left us smothered with ketchups and those... eugh, I'm getting sick just thinking about it... ” Lizzie started gagging, whilst the girl called Vivi chuckled lightly and patted Lizzie on the head

“Not my fault, Deryl started that food fight. You should take out your anger on that jock, oh but you might end up making Ichabod your enemy if you hit on his friends, too bad. ”

I sat there awkwardly as they exchanged talks one after another, when did I sat here?

What is happening? I'm confused

When did I get here? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? When did I get here?

WHERE AM I? Where did Janice go? WHERE AM I?

“you've been awfully quiet there, Y/n... are you okay? Y'know I'm just joking around, don't get upset with me, pleaseee. ” The one wearing a light purple turtleneck, Vivi. Playfully cried and wiped her none existing tears.

“Hey, are you alright? ” The one with a blond, wavy bob cut and gray uniform, Lizzie. Looked at me with confused expression.

“Who the fuck are you guys? ” I asked wholeheartedly with spite.

They looked at me with a confused expression

“huh?”

“Name?”

“Y/n L/n"

"Age?"

"21"

“class?”

“I... I don't know”

The nurse gave me a flat look, writing down on her clipboard whatever.

“hmm... do you know where you are currently? ”

“at school?” I cringed at the obvious answer

“... Do you know which city you're currently in? ”

“I don't know” I said flatly

The nurse then set aside the clipboard and her pen, putting them down on her table. She then hold unto the stethoscope hanging on her neck, plugging the thing at her ears then instructed me to breathe normally.

I followed her instruction with ease, straightening my back for more access, the silence inside the infirmary bubbling a familiar feeling inside my stomach. The sound of clock reaching my ears and making me more nervous at the current situation I'm in.

“You're known to be quite a troublemaker, Ms. Y/n. ” My ears perked up at the sudden claim.

“Uhh yes... I get scolded often at the library when I make too much noise...” I replied, remembering those times when Ms. Sandy would glare at me through her red vintage glasses. Good times... if I do say so myself

“That's not what I meant... ” she pulled back and motioned me that she's done. Writing something on her clipboard. I looked at her with a confused expression.

“You got at least 14 students brought here for the past month, bruises and mild but deep cuts. Heck some of them ditched class just to hide away from you.” I looked at her with wide eyes.

“u–umm... ” I looked at her, confused at the despicable claim she reckon I did... or is it?

“what exactly are you playing here? ” her brows furrowed, looking at me. She clearly doesn't trust me.

“I–I can't remember anything, I don't know how I got here— eek! ” I shrieked, she suddenly slammed her hands on the table and glared at me.

“Stop making up stories, this is the problem with you people... are you not getting enough attention? ”

I furrowed my eyebrows and nervously looked away. That stings

What did I do wrong? why won't she believe me? I'm telling the truth...

“Go back to your class. ” She ordered me and I just awkwardly sat there, silently.

“Didn't you hear me? ”

“I don't know what class I'm in... ”

I whispered, enough for her to hear in this silent room. Enough for her to notice the change in my behavior.

“... Then stay here until the bell rings. ” she stood up and dusted her clothes

“Don't touch my things carelessly. ” she advised me, coldly. Then left and shut the door.

I breathe a sigh of relief... “what is happening?... ” I asked particularly to no one. I felt tears forming in my eyes, I suppress it immediately.

I stood up and lay down in one of the infirmary bed, laying face first and sighing loudly.

“Fuck me... ”

And there I lay, my first day at the infirmary. Scolded by the nurse.

ugh my head, my whole body is heavy...

I sat up, squinting my eyes to clear the fog that built up

“Young Lady, it's time to go home” “GAHHH!! ”

I shrieked loudly at the random voice.

“What was that!?” I clutched on the infirmary blanket and stood up, readying myself for any perverts that is going to touch me with their dirty ass hands.

I looked around and saw a mustached senior hanging his head low with a straight back.

“who are you?” I asked nervously

“I am Ericson, your personal butler. I've been informed about your situation by the school nurse, worry not. I will offer my everything to bring your memories back to its fullest. You can trust me, Young Lady Y/n.” He talked with his head low all this time

“p-please raise your head gramps!” I ran over to him, ushering him to stop lowering his head.

“gramps... ”

“please don't lower your head! It's bad for your back!” I claimed worriedly

“gramps... ”

“what time is it?” I asked him curiously

Ericson quickly gathered his composure and straightened his back, He flicked his wrist elegantly and looked at the watch in his hands.

Y'know for a grandpa he's really tall...

After looking at the time he lowered his head again.

“It is currently 8:26 in the evening, Young La–”

“WHAT!?” I panicked and cut him off accidentally

“S-sorry for cutting you off... what the fuck? Did I just slept for 8hrs... ” I whispered to myself, ’no wonder my body is so heavy... ’

“I went and grabbed all of your things before I came here, worry not. Your belongings are all safe, Young lady.” Ericson showed me my bag and phone.

“Oh thank you, gramps” I smiled

“gramps... ”

Limousine, a pink one at that is now presented in front of me.

I stand there, jaw opened from shock whilst Ericson holds the door for me.

“Young lady” he called out as he ushered with his hand for me to go inside.

I look at this set up, heat creeping up to my face.

“why pink...?” I asked, embarrassingly.

“It is because pink is the Young Lady's favorite color” I hang my head low in disappointment and didn't comment anymore.

“Let's just go home for now... ” I mumbled, not used at being a show-off

I went inside the vehicle, getting amazed of the interior and how modern everything is.

‘well damn’ I sat down comfortably at the pink seat, sighing at the soft texture.

bzzt

I jumped a little when a glass of sparkly water rise up from my right, I looked at it for a moment...

I shrugged off the shy persona and went for a quick sip.

sip

‘It's sweet...’ I realized that it was a wine afterall and not a sparkling water. After taking a sip, the liquid left a numb feeling to my tongue and I put it back to once where it belong.

STEP 2: JOURNAL

“Okay okay, let me dig this up for now” I sat criss cross applesauce at the middle of my pink king sized bed, wearing clothes that doesn't suit my aesthetic at all.

‘I don't have a clue where I am.’ I took note in my head.

The last thing I remember is Janice was hugging me. We were at the hallway around 9o'clock or 8, we were talking about her book, there was no one around the area but us and we were at the second floor.

“Did I die?” I furrowed my brows

No, I didn't felt anything stabbing me. There's no one besides us in the hallway and there's no way Janice would have that intent, we're close friends...

I tried to think of a better answer, thinking of all the things that could've gone wrong that made my world shift.

‘Oh but if I shifted from another place did I also change bodies with someone or something?...’

I looked down to look at my appearance, looking for anything that could've changed... there's nothing.

“Oh but my boobs are a little bigger” I groped them, then the realization hit me.

“ah.”

I quickly ran to the bathroom, opening a random door from the right. It didn't budge, it's locked. Then I looked around for another door, there it is at the other side of the room

I quickly walked towards it, turning the knob and successfully opening the door.

Surprise, the bathroom is pink too. I cringed, hard.

“The obsession this woman have...” I sweat dropped at the amount of pink stuff inside the bathroom.

The sink, bathtub, toilet, curtain, tiles... Everything is too much.

I shrugged the peculiar taste this owner has and made my way towards the sink to look at the mirror.

“woah...” I look at myself in daze.

I'm so cute... no that's an insult.

I'm a fucking phenomena. I look like a literal goddess.

and also I'm a red head.

‘Damn, I might even fall for myself.’ I looked at myself more closely.

Sure, I don't have those glass skin that everyone wants to have but I can say that my skin is really soft and healthy.

Pretty eyes, cute nose, plump and pink lips, long lashes... I'm so pretty!

I blushed at my reflection and pulled away from the mirror.

“I hope I met this girl instead of being inside her... ” I slapped my forehead at the weird comment that came out of my mouth, hiding my face away from the mirror.

I looked back again and took a step back to look at my figure.

“damn” I'm not even going to describe it.

heat crept up to my ears again at the sight.

A chic pink tank top that gives a peek on my stomach, a flared lounge pants below my waistline... which is also pink. gay

I cleared my throat.

“it's official, I'm stuck in someone elses body”

I walked out of the bathroom and sat down at the edge of my bed in silence.

‘I don't know anything about her... ’

I'm in another body, a pretty girl's body to be exact. But let's be real here, I don't know who she is— Heck, I don't know where I am neither. All I know is that I shifted into another person, my guess here is that we switched souls or mind whatsoever.

I lay down and turned my body to the left, facing the headboard.

...?

After laying there in silence for a while, an idea struck inside my head and I sat up.

“Journal!”

that's right! I can gather more information if I read her journal!

“ah.” I stopped

But does she even keep a journal?

I asked mentally.

I quickly look over at her study table... or more like a makeup table. The amount of makeup is indescribable.

I walked over and started opening one by one of her drawers.

makeup

makeup

makeup

oh... nvm. I close the drawer with a flat look and went back to hunting for that journal.

makeup

makeup

makeup

Found it.

I scoop up the old journal and sat on a nearby chair.

This is surprising...

The journal looked really old, clearly made by a child. “My Journal☀️”

is what's written on the cover, there's even a doodle of a sun. That's cute.

I flipped open and read the first page. A profile that describes all she likes! This is really helpful, but the writing is messy though...

I shake my head and read through it.

Name: Y/n L/n

Age: 9yrs old

B-day: ???

“This part faded out, I can't understand it... ”

Likes: Cats, Ericson, grilled corn, color PINK, cute and frilly clothes!

I chuckled, that's cute.

Dislikes: Bugs, school, BULLIES, my family minus Ericson because I like him!, mornings and numbers

I stared at the ‘bullies’ part... some people do change.

I suddenly remember how the school nurse looked at me back at the infirmary...

“You got at least 14 students brought here for the past month, bruises and mild but deep cuts. Heck some of them ditched class just to hide away from you.”

I'm a bully... despite being pretty, in others eyes I'm one of the society's worst kinds of people.

sigh

“I don't like bullies too... ” I stared at the page flatly.

... The birds chirped nearby, the sound of the passing vehicles reaching my ear softly.

I lay there, drool seeping out of my open mouth. The journal laying on my chest as I breathe in a steady manner.

It's already morning. SHI—

I groggily turned my body awake and sat up like Dracula.

“It's morning... ” I dread the word that slipped out of my tongue.

“I need to get ready...” I stand up putting the journal aside and walking like a zombie towards the bathroom.

I stared at the mirror for a sec.

“...” a smile and a peace sign

I stopped and reached for a toothbrush nearby pink

found it, then I reached for a toothpaste also pink

I turned on the faucet and put my mouth near the running water.

spat gargle

I pulled away and turned it off, then I squeezed some toothpaste on my toothbrush and brushed off the thick morning bacteria stuck on my teeth.

brush brush brush

Brushing my teeth? check.

washing my face? check.

Bathing on warm water for the first time? check.

posing on the mirror? check.

eating breakfast? not yet.

I came out of the bathroom with a satisfied face, clearly enjoyed the warm water there. Oh! Also this bathrobe is really cute and fluffy, I only use a towel back on my other life but now I get to use this soft to touch robe—

“Young Lady” “GAHH!!”

I screamed, my right hand held my chest as the other one gripped on the door knob for emotional support.

“Your breakfast is ready” I look towards Ericson's way.

Alas! a full set of breakfast is in the tray he's holding, I felt my stomach churn in hunger.

“Gramps... thank you, but please don't appear like that again.” I smiled awkwardly, and I went towards him to get the tray.

“gramps... Oh no need, you can sit down comfortably on your bed Young Lady. I will give it to you.”

He didn't hand me the tray... welp.

sigh

“Thank you for the food!” I smiled heartily and pat my stomach as I leaned back on my hand.

Ericson quickly handed me a napkin and took the tray on his hand.

“I'm glad you liked the food Young Lady, I hope it energizes you for today” He gave me a small bow and left with a straight face.

Oh yeah... school.

I gathered myself and went towards my huge ass closet. Looking for decent clothes to wear.

tick tock tick tock

I didn't find any at all...

All the clothes this woman has is either, short, fit, or too revealing

“w-well they got a school uniform, don't they? I'll just use it, that would be decent enough—”

it's not

The skirt is too short.

I sighed, devastated. Ah, but I can at least cover it up with a jacket, why didn't I think of that sooner...

I looked for a jacket inside her closet, something long enough that can hide my ass from peaking out...

“Oh! lucky.” A pink varsity jacket that is embroidered with a large letter T and layered with another embroidery that says Titus City.

Titus City?

That's Greek right? Am I in Greece or something?

I looked at the back of the jacket.

Olympeius University

... I remember now.

I inhaled a huge amount of air and sighed loudly.

“I'm in Greece.” I chuckled at the new found information

dumbass

I finished combing my hair. Despite my hair being healthy and straight, it takes me a while to finish combing it thoroughly since it's so long. Like— really long, it reaches the back of my ass.

Now that I think of it, I could've just ditched the idea of wearing a jacket since it can cover my back just right... scratch who am I kidding? I don't even have the balls to show my legs in the open. I said mentally as I slid my hand underneath my black thigh high socks.

Thigh high socks plus leg warmer combo! I'm feeling like Momo Ayase from Dandadan!

“Young Lady, your ride is ready to take off in any minute. I shall accompany you there.” I looked towards Ericson, batting an eye then turning my whole body in front of them.

“Actually... I don't want to ride a car to school anymore”

silence

“Pardon?...” He looks at me in mild shock

“I want to ride a bike!” I say proudly, smiling ever so sweet.

I've been planning to say this since last night, I hope he approve of it though.

“No.” Straightforward eh...

And there I beg, knees touching on the floor as I grip at the edge of Ericson's suit.

“Young Lady! You're going to dirty your knees!” He tried to help me up but I resisted with all of my strength as a none existing blood seeped out of my mouth.

“Gramps... ”

“Gramps... ”

“I want to break free!” I used one of Queens music title to convince my butler

“I've got to break freeee!” I pulled on his suit with disgrace.

“Young Lady please stop—”

STEP 3: FIRST IMPRESSION

I smiled giddily as I pedal on my bike with a satisfied huff.

In the end Ericson gave up, seeing as I refused to let go of the idea on using my bike. We were kind of bickering on each other there like how grandpa's do to their grandchildren.

“Young Lady, you might fall down on the bike or worse— kidnapped! You're the beloved daughter of Master L/n, if something is to happen to you I am going to take my own life—”

I laughed at the previous event. If it weren't for the maids helping me stand up from the floor I would've stayed that way until who knows how long.

“Please take care”

Quote the maids final message whilst Ericson was sulking near the gate in defeat.

‘They were a bunch of good people! The maids were really pretty too! I should hang around them more often’ I took note mentally.

Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up

Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up

Now playing, Womanizer by Brittney Spears.

Fakin' like a good one but I call 'em like I see 'em

I know what you are, what you are, baby

I sing in a whisper like voice as I pedal peacefully on my way to Olympeius Uni.

How do I know my way to school?

I see students going that way too, wearing the same color of uniform I've got. piece of cake

... I've noticed, I'm not usually like myself today.

The old me...

“eugh... I don't want to go to school”

“caffeine...”

was like that...

Oh but I still do dread mornings as much as I dread it in my past life...

Why am I speaking like I got isekai'd or something?

I chuckle at the thought

“Does being at a pretty girl's body have a side effect?”

I turned my bike towards the corner and there I saw the gate of the School.

‘It's giving dark academy vibe’ I commented truthfully.

As I was near on the gate I decided to stop pedaling and walk my way over towards the gate of hell.

I swear if Janice is here with me she would've loved it more than I do.

In my opinion, I give off the vibe of being a total depressing adult that loves a field of flowers.

Have you ever listened to soft, gut wrenching music then shuffled next to K-pop? yeah, that type of person.

I never considered myself special in any way, I'm only thankful for the things I receive, I work on to receive, and for experiencing some wholesome moments. Plus, bedrotting.

In other words, I'm a loser.

No sense of fashion, no friends(except for Janice), mid grades, weak at socializing, and feeds at radiation

a car behind you

Now it makes me wonder...

a car behind you

why am I even here?...

whoosh

“hmm?”

A black Limousine parked in front of me... or more like at the gate. It immediately caught every students attention, stopping on their tracks to stare at the fancy car.

“It's Geo!”

I turned at a pair of girls looking in daze as the door of the car opened.

“what's with the dramatic entrance?” I raised a brow as I wait for the passenger inside to come out.

“kyaaa~” “I'm happy I woke up as early as him today!”

“Geo!~” wow, that's a lot of fangirls.

I watched as a head of dark blue haired individual radiated from the kiss of the sun. A pair of Japanese earrings, ripped jeans, long hair and a tall stature.

He got out of the car, and more people started talking. Either fangirling over him or... uhh glaring.

“Well that's one fine man... no wonder some are a blushing mess here” I looked towards one of the girls, fanning herself while her friends are holding her in place.

"Get a hold of yourself!”

The guy didn't idle there no more, with a bag slinging on his shoulder he made his way towards the area. Ignoring those around him and walking straight forward. Very nonchalant.

The Limo went off also and so is the students around making their way towards the schools.

“Well I guess I should go too—” crash

I fall harshly on my butt as something crashed on me with full force, my bike falling next to me.

“shit— sorry! You were in the way!”

An irk mark appeared on my forehead at the claim and I darted my head towards the person who crashed into me.

“why don't you watch where you're going you jerk!?” I glared at the man before me.

Cyan head, green sweater... a cute guy appeared.

I continued glaring despite feeling heat creep up to my face, I looked at the ground instead and gathered the things that fell out of my bag.

The culprit on the other hand, got off of his bike and helped in putting up my bike and gathering my things.

“Here you go, miss” He handed me my phone from the ground and I grabbed it as soon as he handed it to me. Without making any eye contact, I stood up from the ground and dusted off my butt and everything that came in contact with the ground.

“Ohh... ” I looked at the guy confused at the ‘ohh’ he made.

He was staring up at me from the ground. I flinched and backed away a little. What was that about?

He got up and grab hold of his own bike, giving me a cheery smile.

“Well I hope you have a great day!” and he strutted off

I looked at his back furrowing my brows a little.

He's ... definitely my type.

sigh

Eugh... I'm not here for that.

I pushed forward my bike and walked towards the bike parking area.

First, I need to know what class I'm in. Second, figure out what I should do after that.

“I hope I don't get lost...”

“Y/n!”

A pair of arms put me in a neck hold, and I ‘oof’-ed at the sudden attack.

Lizzie and Vivi.

“Lizzie you're going to cut off their airway!... but that wouldn't be much of a problem though” Vivi smirked devilishly.

“How are you feeling now?” Lizzie asked enthusiastically, patting my head and still not letting go of her grip on me.

“A–air...” I tapped her arm in defeat.

“Hah! you're such a wimp!” she laughed at my misery.

Please let go of me.

|| END OF PART 1

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

Alright, so in my my Spn B99 idea (which is here if you want to read it), the ducklings also exist, and Dean is their weird parent one way or another. My idea is that for whateverreason they interrogate them and the ways Dean is related to them keeps getting weirder as they go.

Michael: So how are you related to Dean?

Ben: Oh well, he dated my mom for like a week and then he stayed at our home for 6 months, helping me with my homework, taking me to my baseball games and my guitar lessons. The second week he filled my birth certificate, and he keeps paying child support and going to all my games and stuff, so...

Krissy: My father asked him to take care of me while he was dying because they fucked once, he said yes

Bobby-John: Oh, his assholic part of the family try to kidnap me to use me into a ritual to subdue monsters, he re-kidnap me and return me with my father, they share custody of me now

Kaia: I was put in rehab because my foster parents thought I was taking drugs because of my visions, Dean took me out of there and gave me a room, I am not sure if there is a legal trail, though

Alex: I was kidnapped by vampires, Dean saved me, he and Jody and Donna share custody

Jesse: Help me figure I was a cambion, I adopted him as my parent

Patience: My father tried to supress my powers and forbide me from seeing my grandmother, grandma called Dean, Dean mediated, now I kinda of live with him, and visit my dad and grandma whenever

Emma: My mom and dad had a one night stand, I was supposed to kill him, he offered me a sandwich, mom says dad doesnt have the good sense that god gave a tulip, I didnt kill him, so I live with him

Claire: I am related to him by association, I am Cas´niece

Jack: My biological father is the devil, Cas and Dean are my parents now

Everyone: ...

Michael: Alright and you two?

Sam: What do you mean us? We are brothers. I mean, well, Dean raised me since he was four, because dad couldnt be bother

Adam: A ghoul try to kill me. Dean shot him. Then he inserted himself in my life until I couldnt remember a time where he wasnt there.

Everyone, now confused and concerned: ....

[spn-tng]

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.

( madison bell, alexia fast, and natalie portman as emma )

[sweefis-the-dingus]

Art dump!!

First one: Randall sphinx-human

Second: Claire sitting alone

Third: Charolette’s first steps! (I wanted to draw something wholesome)

Fourth: Hershel looking off in the distance

I still need to eventually draw Luke and Emmy with Claire. And do some layclaire stuff.

[theripleyarchives]

THE FREE WILL KIDS AS VINES (1/?)

[drewgoodenenjoyer]

happy lesbian visibility week :3

❤️🧡🤍💗🩷

@cloudedhologram hell yes

[superawesome40]

Imagine this:

It starts with Bobby John. Dean can't let the baby go, he reminds him too much of Sam, way back when Sam was this age, and Daddy was always sad (or drunk), and when Dean tried to speak the words got stuck, and he could not make a sound. He can't let the baby go, so he doesn't.

Over time, they gather more. Bobby John, Ben, Joe and Ryan, Emma, Alex, Krissy and Aiden and Josephine, Magda, Claire, Jack. They find Jesse again, 16 years old and alone and scared of himself. They find Charlie and Kevin, and even though they aren't quite their kids, they treat them with the same care.

Somewhere in between the always rising tide of children, they find the Bunker. It's perfect - dozens of rooms for everyone to spread out, to have their own space. Bobby doesn't die, but he does move to the bunker "To keep an eye on ya' idjits,”. The modifications they make to the Bunker for his wheelchair are worth it to see the pride in his eyes. Linda Tran moves in, and she and Dean have an ongoing war over who's in control of the kitchen.

Of course, things aren't perfect. Chuck is still a problem, and eventually he must be dealt with. They win, but the cost is heavy. Cas and Jack are gone, and Dean... well he's as good as gone. He never leaves his room anymore, except to get a drink. Their dysfunctional family is mourning, both for those who they've lost and for themselves. Disappearing and coming back is much more traumatic than you'd expect.

Eventually, in an attempt to cheer him up, they convince him to go on a hunt. Just a small thing, a nest of vamps. They've killed a man and mutilated his wife, as well as taken their kids, two small boys. Someone (later, no one will remember exactly who) jokes that they can take in the boys. Sam and Dean leave, looking more cheerful than they’ve been in weeks.

They get the call a few hours later. Sam tells them over the phone, barely understandable through his tears, that Dean was hurt in the fight and that the doctors aren’t sure if he’ll pull through. Using the variety of cars in the bunker, they break a handful of laws and probably the sound barrier on their way to the hospital. Bobby pulls Sam aside and he explains, in detail, what happened. They wait for hours before a doctor finally enters the waiting room, asking for the family of Dean Fletcher* (Millie Winchester’s maiden name).

Dean survives, barely. Recovery is an uphill battle, and the damage done to his spine, muscles, and nerves leave him wheelchair-bound and in near-constant pain. Eventually, he’s able to move around for short periods of time using forearm crutches and leg braces, but it’s only after a few years and a lot of physical therapy. At the very least, the Bunker needs no new changes to accommodate him, having been updated for Bobby ages ago.

A year passes. The two boys from the vamp hunt are moved into the Bunker after their mother succumbs to her injuries in the hospital, and quickly adjust and thrive in the new location. Sam and Eileen quit hunting, permanently. They move to town, only fifteen minutes away, and visit every Saturday for family dinner. When they get married, Sam Winchester becomes Sam Leahy. Jody retires, and moves her hoard to the Bunker. They’ve got the room, after all. Donna follows not too long after. Miracle is officially trained as a service animal, to help Dean with his panic attacks.

One night, Dean can’t sleep. He hauls himself into his wheelchair and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He stops at the sight of three people sitting at the table.

The reunion is a tearful one. Dean cries from relief, and guilt, and of course the burning pain that rips through his back as a result of him temporarily forgetting he can’t stand and launching himself out of his chair. Cas also cries, sobbing apologies into Dean’s hair from where they are curled on the floor. Jack, pressed between the two of them and both overwhelmed and overstimulated, can only beg for Dean’s forgiveness. His dads wipe away his tears and press kisses to his cheeks, assuring him that he has nothing to apologize for.

The only one who doesn’t cry is Adam, sitting slightly stony faced at the table. Later, once the commotion of the reunion has died and Sam has been woken and summoned to the Bunker, the three sit down to chat.

Adam tells them that he’s not angry anymore, and begs them to explain everything to him, starting from the beginning. He is especially curious about their father, and realizes through their stories that John badly mistreated them. Dean invites Adam to stay in the Bunker, but Adam declines. He says that there’s a lot he needs to do, but hesitantly suggests that they stay in touch. Their relationship is tentative at first, but eventually he becomes a permanent fixture in the family.

Cas and Jack are filled in on what they missed. Dean pulls them each aside and apologizes privately for the things he said and did before the end. He assures Jack that he is part of the family, and always will be. He tells him he’s willing to be Jack’s dad, if that’s what Jack wants. Jack enthusiastically agrees.

He can’t quite bring himself to say “I love you” to Cas, but he says something along the lines of “maybe one day.” He also implies to Cas that John was extremely homophobic, and the combination of that and the sexual trauma he has experienced through his life (getting money for food/rent as a teen, Hell, Lydia) makes him hesitant now to form romantic relationships. Cas, understanding as always, agrees and comments on how he has improved at opening up, to which Dean replies that there wasn’t much else to do when he was trapped in bed and couldn’t escape Sam and his relentless therapy-talks.

Jack tells them as a group that he has decided there doesn’t need to be a God, and has stepped down after reforming Heaven. He says that he used his power for the last time to bring back Castile and find Adam. He confesses to his parents that the power is not gone, and likely never will be. He also says that he would like to grow up as human as possible, and promptly shrinks to the size of a toddler, much to the bewildered amusement of his parents. They discover that he no longer has his memories, and Bobby suggests that they may come back when he’s older, and that forgetting is his young mind's way of protecting itself.

As time passes, Cas and Dean open the Bunker to other hunters as a research facility and safe space to stay for a few nights. Neither of them hunt anymore, but they offer support and badly needed organization. With Charlie and Kevin’s help, they set up a system like the one Sam originally had.

When Eileen and Sam announce they are expecting, Dean is ecstatic. When they reveal the baby is a boy and that they are naming him “Dean II”, he cries for a solid hour. He’s the first, outside of Sam and Eileen, to hold the baby, who he affectionately nicknames “Junior”.

In the end, they are happy. They live together peacefully.

Would anyone be interested in reading this on ao3? I miiiight be planning to write this… also any suggestions/question/concerns are welcome! Also, if I missed any kiddos (canon only, please), feel free to tell me! I’m perfectly open to expanding their hoard.

Also, I cannot take complete credit for this story. Quite a few elements are inspired by foolondahill17’s stories, Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans), and the miracles ‘verse by the same author. Both are absolutely amazing stories, and I highly recommend.

*According to the Supernatural Wiki, Adam Glass wanted the actress Louise Fletcher to play Millie Winchester should she appear on screen.

[comidyye]

i went on a rampage.. enjoy the fruits of my labor (srry people who followed me for spooky month prior- ill def fall back into it at the LEAST WHEN the next ep comes out)