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pink-sparkly-witch · 6 months

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Forever Hold Your Peace

Summary: Dean and Y/N dated for years, but his hunting lifestyle means he’s unwilling to move past dating. A few years later, Y/N invites Dean to her wedding to another man. A man who isn’t right for her, one she doesn’t love, one she hopes Dean stops her from marrying.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (past)

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: The quote: “You’re never going to have a happy ending—just remember that.” for @j3bingo. This quote will be in bold.

Warnings: implied smut, double date, insecurities, wedding jitters, religious wedding ceremony (not overly descriptive), heart-to-heart, cheating, smut, fingering, oral sex (m rec), unprotected p in v, creampie, break up.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I’d like to start by saying that this is fiction, and I do not condone cheating in any capacity. I personally think it’s vile and unforgivable. With that being said, a little brainstorming session for this fic resulted in a cheating plot bunny that my muse would not leave alone and this is what happened. Please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite, or leave a little comment. It really does fuel our muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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“Dean!” you giggle as your boyfriend nuzzles at your neck, pulling the hem of your dress up. “We’re going to be late!”

“Don’t care,” Dean skims his fingers over your panties, groaning when he feels the damp spot already there. “Haven’t seen you in weeks, baby, and I need you. Now.”

You don’t argue with him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards your lips.

Walking into the restaurant twenty minutes late, your hand rests on Dean’s forearm as he guides you slowly and carefully to your table, being mindful of your high-heeled feet.

You grin, remembering what your boyfriend had done to you not half an hour ago and how he’s still taking his sweet time and is sure to be pissing Sam off with every second you’re late.

“Finally!” Sam groans as you reach the table. Dean, always the gentleman, pulls your chair out and tucks it back in, checking that you’re comfortable before he takes his seat.

“I know that look,” Eileen grins, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“I’m sorry we’re late,” you say bashfully.

“Don’t be. I know you haven’t seen each other in six weeks,” Eileen smirks.

“Eight,” you blurt out. “Not that I’m counting.” Chuckles ripple through around the table, and Dean places his hand on your thigh and squeezes.

“So, what did you guys want to tell us?” Dean asks the couple sitting across from you.

“We’re engaged!” Eileen says, throwing her hand out to flash her ring.

“Oh my God, congratulations, guys!” you gush, standing to hug the couple. You’re genuinely happy for them. Sam and Eileen are made for each other, but it’s tinged with some sadness because you wish you were the one sporting a gorgeous, sparkling diamond ring and planning your wedding and future with Dean.

“Now Dean just needs to get his shit together and finally propose. It’s been five years, dude. Put a ring on it already!” Sam teases him, and you laugh good-naturedly but can’t help but notice your boyfriend isn’t even trying to pretend to be humoured as he scowls at his best friend.

Dean is quiet and withdrawn for the rest of the evening. The thick tension that fills the car ride home makes the insecurities you have about your relationship resurface.

While he’s never given you reason to doubt that he loves you or finds you attractive, his reluctance to take your relationship further and get engaged is starting to wear on you.

“Are you okay, De?” you ask cautiously. It’s not the first time someone has asked him about proposing - Sam and his friends never stop asking, but every time, Dean would push you away and pull into himself.

“Fine,” he nods, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. You know he’s not fine, but you don’t want to push. He clams up whenever someone mentions getting engaged, making you think you’re not worthy of him or good enough to be his wife.

You know it’s not healthy to ignore the issue, and you know if you want to know what’s going on here, you need to be the one to bring it up, but you’re scared. You love him deeply. Dean is your everything. And if you have this conversation with him, it could end your relationship. But you can’t keep going like this. You want to get married, and if it’s not what he wants, then you don’t think you can stay with him.

Caught up in your thoughts, you don’t notice you’re in Dean’s apartment until he throws his keys on the sideboard.

“We’re okay, right?” It comes out of your mouth before you’ve thought about it, and you know there’s no backing down now. You and Dean are having this conversation tonight. “Because every time someone gets engaged or mentions us getting engaged, you clam up and shut me out. What is it? Do you not want to get married? Or do you just not want to marry me?”

“Can we not do this right now? Please, Y/N?” Dean asks, defeat clear in his tone.

“I think we need to, Dean.”

TWO YEARS LATER

“Y/N, honey, you look beautiful!” Your mother gushes when she sees you in your champagne wedding gown.

“Thanks, Mom,” you smile, straightening the front of the dress.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, taking your hands to stop you from fidgeting.

“Nervous,” you chuckle, and your mom smiles.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t!” she giggles. “Let’s get a few photos before you walk down the aisle.”

The past two years have been a blur, and you don’t really know how you got here. After you and Dean broke up, you weren’t looking for anyone to take his place yet. But when you saw him and another woman leaving a bar not even a month after you ended your five-year relationship, your best friend declared you needed to get back out there and get laid.

That’s when you met Matt. Sensible, quiet, safe, non-hunting Matt. He was everything Dean wasn’t, but at the time, that’s precisely what you needed. Within a year, you were living together, and three months after that, you were engaged. Next thing you know, your wedding day is here, and you’re questioning if you’ve even been present in your own life for the past two years.

It’s just the last-minute jitters you keep telling yourself, but you know deep down this isn’t what you want. You want to get married and have a family. You want a nice man who works hard and treats you right. Someone who has good values and ethics that match yours. Matt has all of those qualities, and yet something is missing.

“Smile, honey,” your mom says, and you do, completely on autopilot as you have been since Matt proposed.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest says, and your heart pounds in your chest.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but when the priest’s words are met with silence, your heart sinks, and you resign yourself to your fate.

Dutifully, you repeat the vows the priest tells you to, say I do and let Matt place the ring on your finger. And smile prettily as Matt does the same, and you put a ring on his finger. You kiss your newly pronounced husband, take his arm, and walk down the aisle.

At the back of the church, in the last pew, your gaze lands on familiar green eyes, and you feel pure anger. He came… he came, and he didn’t stop the wedding. Absence didn’t make his heart grow fonder, and he still doesn’t want to marry you. He doesn’t want you.

The rage dulls quickly, and bile rises in your throat as you realise what you were waiting for before you said your vows. You were hoping and praying Dean would stop the wedding, that he’d tell you what a mistake he made and that he still loves you and wants you back.

But he didn’t. And now it’s over for good.

Somehow, you manage to pull yourself together enough to greet each guest as they leave the church. Dean politely kisses your cheek and smiles sadly as he tells you you make a beautiful bride. He congratulates Matt and tells him he’s a lucky man, and then he’s gone.

Someone ushers you both away to take the official photographs with your family and close friends, and you once again force a smile on your lips, trying to mask your broken heart.

“Hey, sweetie,” Matt kisses your cheek and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” you lie, getting your marriage off to a good start. “I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed. I’m going to the room for a bit. Refresh my makeup and take my hair out before these hairpins give me a headache!”

“Do you want me to come with you?” he asks, and you shake your head with a giggle.

“No. I’ll be fine. Besides, we can’t have the bride and the groom disappear. People will talk!”

“I guess you’re right,” Matt chuckles. “Hurry back so I don’t miss you.”

“I promise, I won’t be long,” you reassure as you kiss his cheek and sneak away to the bridal suite for some breathing space.

Walking along the hallway, you smile politely and thank the hotel’s non-wedding guests who congratulate you as you pass on the way to your room and hope the tears don’t fall yet.

You sigh in relief as you swipe the card and open the door. Hurrying inside, you turn around to push the door closed, only for a foot to push in and stop it.

“Y/N? Can I come in and talk,” Dean says. In your shock, you let go of the door and step back, unintentionally inviting him into what you’d hoped could serve as a sanctuary for you to get your shit together.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dean.” He’s already closing the door behind him, and you know no matter what you say or do, he’s not leaving until he says what he came here to say.

“Sweetheart,” he says, and your body responds to the term of endearment with goosebumps. “Why are you crying?” he asks as he steps towards you, but you step back.

“Why are you here, Dean?” you ask, throwing your hands up in exasperated defeat.

“You invited me,” he responds, confused by your question. “And I gotta say, Y/N, I’m glad I came because you’re making a huge mistake here. You don’t love him.”

“Of course I do. I just married him, for god’s sake. He’s kind and funny, and he takes care of me. He’s a good man,” you defend.

“That doesn’t mean you should marry him, Y/N!”

“At least he wanted to marry me. You didn’t think I was good enough for that!”

“What?”

“I know you, Dean. When we were friends before we started dating, you always used to talk about settling down and getting married one day. Having a couple of kids and a dog and a white picket fence. We were together for over five years, and whenever I brought it up, you shut me down or changed the subject. You strung me along instead of telling me you didn’t love me and letting me go.”

“I didn’t mean—I did love you. I still do. I didn’t ask you to marry me because I was scared I wasn’t enough for you. I was always gone, always hunting some creature from hell, always putting you in danger. I couldn’t drag you into all that. I love you too much—”

“That’s bullshit, Dean, and you know it! Sam and Eileen got out of the life just fine. If you wanted to make it work, you’d have made it work. Fuck, I thought we were working!”

“We did work because we loved each other, but sweetheart, every time we saw each other, you knew the exact number of days or weeks it’d been since we’d last seen each other, and it killed me. Because you deserve better than that.”

“Shouldn’t I have been the one to make that decision? Been the one to tell you if I couldn’t handle the time apart or you hunting monsters every other week for months on end? No,” you hold your finger up at him. “Don’t answer that because you know what? I don’t care. It was a mistake to invite you today.”

“Then why did you?” Dean asks, and you frown, taken aback by his question.

“Because as stupid as it sounds, I thought you might still love me. That we still had a chance. That just maybe, you’d…” you sigh. The worst thing you can do right now is tell him you wanted him to stop the wedding; wanted him to be the reason you called this shit-show off.

“I do love you. I made a mistake when I let you leave me, and you’re making one right now. You don’t love him like you should. Like you loved me. And if you go through with this, you’ll regret it.”

“Did you miss the part where I said I do in church? In front of God and a whole bunch of witnesses - you included?”

“You can get it annulled. He’s not right for you, sweetheart.”

“And you are?” you scoff, exhausted with the whole situation.

“Yes!”

“You’re unbelievable, Dean! I’m married. Happily.”

“You said you know me. Well, I know you, too, Y/N. You’re not happy. I know what you look like when you’re happy and in love. And this isn’t it. You don’t love him. He loves you, sure. That’s clear from a million fucking miles away, and maybe that’s why you’re marrying him. But you don’t love him. And if you’re set on staying with him, you’re never going to have a happy ending—just remember that.”

“Then why didn’t you stop me?” you finally let it out. The thing you’d secretly been hoping and praying that he’d do.

“Because you look absolutely stunning, Y/N. You’ve always wanted to be a bride and get married, and he’s a decent, safe, and stable guy. And I can’t…” he trails off and looks away from you for the first time.

“You can’t what, Dean? Love me? Because you did. Really, really, well. Take care of me? Because you did that, too. Marry me? If being with you means I can’t be a wife, it doesn’t matter because I don’t need to be your wife to be loved and cared for by you.”

Dean’s lips find yours, and you gasp in surprise. He slides his tongue in your mouth, and you moan. You’ve missed his kiss, his taste… fuck, you’ve missed him.

“Say the word, sweetheart, and I’m gone forever, but I need you to know that I never stopped loving you, and I never will. I’ll get out of the life for good. I’ll get a house and a job, and if you want me, want us… we’ll leave here together right now.”

You kiss him this time, knowing it’s wrong, but it feels so right. You haven’t felt like this since before that fateful dinner where Sam and Eileen told you about their engagement.

“Dean, please,” you gasp against his lips, and he quickly pulls your dress up around your waist and slides his hand into your wet panties.

Dean groans as your slick coats his fingers, and without warning, he pushes two fingers inside you and curls them while thumbing your clit. It’s been so long since you’ve felt pleasure like this, and you quickly fall apart on his fingers.

“Good girl. You must’ve needed that, sweetheart. Even our first time together, you didn’t come that fast,” Dean growls in your ear, and you shiver at his warm breath brushing against your neck and hair. “Mattie boy’s not much in the bedroom, huh?”

The mention of your husband’s name should snap you back to reality, but it only does the opposite, and you drop to your knees and undo his belt. You moan when you uncover his hard, leaking cock and wrap your lips around it.

“Fuck, baby girl, I forgot how good that mouth is,” Dean growls, sliding his hands into your hair and pulling on it. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart.”

He still knows what to say to get you going, and his words make you moan around his cock, smirking when it makes him push in further. “Fuck, Y/N, need your pussy, sweetheart.” He pulls himself from you and helps you stand.

Dean pushes you onto the bed and reaches under the skirt of your dress to pull off your panties. Once he’s thrown them across the room, he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the end of the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You grab the skirt and pull it over your waist, giving him a good view of your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, so perfect, baby girl,” Dean rasps, teasing you by sliding his stiff cock between your soaking folds, coating himself in your slick.

“Dean, please!” you beg, wanting him to stop teasing you.

“You need something, sweetheart?” he smirks, pushing the tip of his cock into you and pulling out again to tap it against your clit.

“I need your cock inside me, Dean. Please!” you beg.

“Alright, baby girl. You ready for me?” he asks, his gaze trained on yours. The second you nod, he pushes in and stretches you perfectly, ripping a low moan from your throat.

“Fuck!” you gasp, your walls fluttering wildly to comfortably accept him.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” His concern for you is sweet, making you smile and reach your hand out to grasp one of his.

“Yeah. Forgot how big you are,” you grin, and Dean smirks at your response as he pulls out and pushes back in, a moan now ripping from his throat.

“It shouldn’t be this hot to fuck you in a wedding dress, especially when I’m not the groom,” he growls as he sets a slow and hard pace, slamming into you as hard as he can and pulling out agonisingly slowly.

“Dean!” you whimper, and Dean presses your thighs further into the mattress. You push up, resting on your elbows and watch him pound into you with abandon, moaning as he pushes in and out of your core.

“Fuck, sweetheart, not gonna last. Your pussy feels too fucking good,” Dean growls, his hips speeding up, his eyes fixed - like yours - on him disappearing and reappearing from inside you.

His fingers tease your clit, making you fall over the edge in the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in years. It’s no exaggeration - the last time you felt like this was by Dean’s hands before you broke up.

He slams into you one last time, pushing against your cervix and stills. With a roar, he empties himself inside you, and the feeling is euphoric, sending you into a smaller climax that makes him hiss as your walls squeeze his sensitive cock.

Once he’s caught his breath, Dean pulls himself from your core, and you wince at the loss. You feel his come pour out and watch as he looks down at your abused hole and smirks at the mess he’s left there.

“Y/N?” you hear from the door, and both of your heads snap towards the unexpected voice.

“Matt!” you gasp. “Look, I can explain.” It’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth, and it’s a lie because how the hell do you even start trying to explain this?

“Don’t,” Matt scoffs. “We haven’t even been married for two hours. You’re still in your wedding dress!”

“I know. I didn’t intend for this to happen, but Dean—”

“Dean?” Matt asks in disbelief. “The Dean that broke your heart? That Dean?”

You gulp and glance at the man in question before looking back at your husband and nodding.

“Why is he even here, Y/N?”

“I invited him,” you mumble weakly.

“You…? Invited… why?” Matt is fuming, and you can feel the rage coming off him in waves, and honestly, you don’t blame him for a second.

“I wanted… no, needed to see him one last time—” Matt’s scoffs cuts you off.

“We’ll, you’ve certainly seen him, haven’t you? And for god’s sake, cover yourself up! I don’t need to be reminded that my wife was unfaithful on our wedding day!”

You quickly pull your skirt down to cover yourself, and the shame you feel is overwhelming.

“Do you still love him?” Matt asks, his tone softening. You gaze towards Dean, wanting to get a read on what he’s feeling. “Don’t look at him; look at me.” You take a deep breath and look at your husband. “Do you still love him?”

“Yes. I never stopped,” you say, telling Matt the truth. After all, he deserves that.

Matt nods sadly, accepting what you’re telling him. “Did you ever love me?” he asks, and your heart breaks to know what you say next will hurt him.

“Yes. I do love you, Matt. I’m just not in love with you. I’m sorry.” Tears slip from your eyes, but you quickly wipe them away.

“That’s what I’ve always been afraid of,” Matt says, a soft smile on his face. “I suppose I should be glad it happened now and not years from now when we’ve made each other miserable. I’ll get annulment papers drawn up. Let you know when they’re ready to be signed.”

Frowning, you glance at Dean, who looks just as confused by the turn of events as you are. Looking back at Matt, you see that despite the tears in his eyes, he’s still smiling softly at you.

“Y/N, when you told me about Dean, I knew you’d never love me the same way. I just hoped I’d be enough to make you happy. But I see now it was naive of me to think I could do that.”

“Matt, I—”

“Take care of her, Dean,” Matt says as he turns and leaves the room, leaving you and Dean dazed and stunned.

“Well, that went surprisingly well,” Dean announces. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, unable to think straight with your wedding ring weighing heavy on your finger and Dean’s seed still dripping down your thighs.

“You wanna get out of here?” Dean asks, crouching before you and placing his hands on your cheeks. “Go out to the cabin and try to figure this out?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you smile when Dean presses his lips to your forehead.

“Alright, let me grab your things, and we’ll get you out of here.”

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idkiwasntsupposedtobebackhere · 1 month

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my unpopular gilmore girls opinions (like actually):

-i don’t mind lane’s husband zach. like i think he was kind of a moron but he stepped up to the plate and was consistantly there for lane. why do people want lane to pine for dave 10 years later like he was her one and only soulmate instead of a really cool guy who was a really cool guy bc he wasn’t on the show long enough to get a villain arc. i think the problem with lane’s storyline is that she didn’t get to go out on an adventure, not that she settled down with zach instead of dave. i would have been pissed if she got pregnant and stayed in SH for life even if it was with dave.

-i don’t think everything that went wrong with luke and jess was jess’ fault and that he only had himself to blame for getting kicked out. like luke taking jess in no questions asked was a really great gesture but he didn’t know what he was doing from that point on. him doing a nice thing doesn’t mean he’s somehow abow getting slightly critisised for handling a lot of things wrong. like i do think a 17-18 yo is entitled to a place to stay without conditions and despite screwing things up and luke needed to either fully be that person or not at all

-i often hear ”rory said no to logan’s proposal just to be his mistress later, she should have just said yes”, which… no, it’s ok to want something at 32 that you didn’t want at 22 (disclaimer: it’s not ok to sleep with someone else’s fiancee). i even hear a lot of people say rory should have said yes to logan even without bringing up AYITL and i really don’t understand why this is the general opinion. and i’m not saying this because i’m team jess over logan, i wouldn’t have wanted jess and rory to get married at 22 either. we’ve known since season 1 that rory has dreams and plans to travel and when logan proposed and they presented it as kind of a 50/50 thing i was baffled because ofc it’s a no. also if someone tells you ”either we get married or we break up”, always break up!!!

-luke and lorelai… are not compat- i mean initially they were cute, but just on a fundamental level- i mean… ok actually i’m not brave enough to go there, maybe in the next post. all i’m saying is that i rooted for them as much as the next guy and that they probably wouldn’t have been truly content if they never gave a relationship a go and they’d probably always be jealous of the other’s romantic relationships a little bit BUT that they’re too different (both personality wise and in handling stuff in general) to actually create a life together. they work in the diner setting but seeing each other 24/7 and agreeing on day to day decisions? idk. oops, looks like i went there anyways. also i’m not saying i don’t like them together, in fact they’re together in every single gilmore girls universe i have in my head but yk

-jess wasn’t the best boyfriend but a lot of their issues was rory subconsciously comparing what jess did with what dean would have done and their relationship was never going to work with such a fresh breakup hanging over them like that. the issue of jess not calling rory and making a plan and rory being mad that she had to sit around and wait for him to do it for example is not jess being malicious, it’s just them genuinely having different expectations and ideas of what a relationship is which could have been solved with a) some communication and b) dean and lorelai not breathing down their necks and preying on their downfall

-i think lorelai could stand to butt out of rory’s life and be a bit nicer to her step-nephew but i’m always gonna back her when it comes to her parents. i have no patience for the ”richard and emily weren’t that bad”-crowd. i’m tired of hearing ”lorelai is pissed because she gets thousands of dollars in exchange for a free meal, is she stoopid?” when it’s so much deeper than that. her sacrificing her own boundries for the sake of rory’s education is actually quite admirable (would emily swallow her pride and values and do something like that?). bc now i actually love emily as a character and enjoy her more than the gilmore girls sometimes. and as an audience we can obviously see that she cares about lorelai. but it’s emily’s responsibility to actually make lorelai feel that. because even tho emily thinks she did what was best for lorelai, it clearly did not make lorelai feel loved, because it was all according to what emily herself wanted.

-i don’t think this is that unpopular but i’ve heard many different takes on this. if lorelai wanted to be overdramatic about rory fracturing her wrist that is within her right, her kid was in the hospital after all and that is scary. however, where she was absolutely just objectively in the wrong is where she went ballistic at luke who’s supposed to be her best friend when he got the tiniest bit concerned over his nephew’s whereabouts after he had also been in that car accident. her screaming at him that he had more of an obligation to herself and her kid than the kid he’s literally in responsible for? this is just one of those situations where i feel like she wasn’t being an adult. it would have been understandable for like lane to barge into luke’s and yell jess’ name and scream that he should never have been allowed in this town but lorelai is 33.

part 2 soon?

#gilmore girls #jess mariano #most of my unpopular opinions is just me being jess’ lawyer

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spaceagebachelormann · 6 months

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MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333

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doing ur makeup with the ducks !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, fulton reed, connie moreau, guy germaine, julie gaffney, ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

✧ additional info: can be read as romantic or platonic! readers gender isn’t explicitly specified but is supposed to be fem

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ charlie conway

he’s. very interesting about it

he’ll mainly just sit and watch cause he doesn’t know what else to do but will ask questions

“omg what’s this” and it’s probably mascara

even though he’s a guy u would think he knows that

he’s not mean about it or anything, he actually asks a lot of questions because he’s genuinely interested

ೃ༄ adam banks

i have a hc he has an older sister so he actually knows what a lot of the bottles are

he’d let u test lipsticks on his arm <3

and if u wanted his honest opinion on how ur makeup looks he may or may not be able to give it 😭 but if he thinks it looks bad he’ll hesitate for like 5 mins before finally saying “you look a little crazy.. i’m sorry”

and he’d let u put some on him for funsies

ೃ༄ lester averman

he’d talk non stop the whole time u do ur makeup

it’s like 40% questions and 60% random nonsense

it’s entertaining though because he knows all the gossip and has fun facts that are actually terrifying

he’d wanna try to put makeup on u but u don’t let him cause he’ll fuck up 💕

and if u get up to go to the bathroom or just to get something u come back and bro looks like a clown

ೃ༄ fulton reed

despite the fact he’s very silly and chaotic and always has something to start yelling about he actually likes the peacefulness of when ur doing ur makeup

it’s like a little free period for him cause he can get hw done, sleep, just sit there and talk normally, etc

ofc cause he’s a Teenage Boy he’d probably make fun of u a little but he’s overall amazed by the process and how long a full face takes

and also would ask u to tell him whatever gossip yk and his responses are so funny

“so yk chelsea?—” “OHH THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT??? YEAHHH” “apparently the dad is j-“ “JAKE??? I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

ೃ༄ connie moreau

i feel like she’s one of those girls who only wears like mascara and lipgloss (not cause she’s a pick me but because she doesn’t know how to do anything else)

will ask u to do hers for her! and teach her how to do stuff like blush and eyeliner since she doesn’t know how but rlly wants to learn

and she also compliments ur makeup every 2 mins

“omgg u look gorgeous!” “connie babes i haven’t even put anything on yet” “and? <3”

ೃ༄ guy germaine

says things like “you look so pretty” or “that looks so cool? omg?” every 2 seconds

he genuinely thinks ur the greatest at doing makeup

and he also let’s u test lipsticks on his arm

i feel like he’d ask u to put eyeliner on him just cause he wants to see what it looks like on him <3

also his hands are probably really steady for some reason?? so if u have shaky hands hed help u put stuff on

ೃ༄ julie gaffney

100% curls ur lashes for u if ur also terrified of the lash curler

does hers with u even though she doesn’t rlly use concealer and foundation and skin stuff cause she washes her face every day <3

but she’d know how to use literally everything and is fucking amazing at it and can help u with whatever u want

would ask u to help her choose colours if she decides to have colourful eyeshadow

let’s u paint her nails <3

ೃ༄ ken wu

i’m ngl he probably just sits there and watches

probably uses the time to just talk about whatever

and if y’all have classes together he asks for help with hw 😭

“so what’s number 4 again??” “oh it’s 13 over 6” “ty!!”

he’d also start organizing ur makeup for funsies and brings u snacks and water if he gets bored

ೃ༄ dean portman

will look through literally all ur makeup for funsies

and also asks a shit ton of questions

would probably say “that’s so girly 😹🫵” as a joke but he’s actually rlly intrigued and likes watching u do it

hands u whatever u need but u probably have to explain it to him and he grabs it at the last second to be a bitch

“can u hand me the lash curler?” “the what” “that curvy thing that looks like a little science tool” “wtf r u talking about” “oh my god let me—“ “OHHH U MEAN THIS”

sometimes he actually has no idea wtf u mean though

ೃ༄ luis mendoza

knows what everything is cause as we all know this MAN WHORE has had like 400 gfs

would suggest different lip colours to do

will 100% rizz u up while ur putting on lip gloss or lipstick

“i like that colour, u should kiss me so we can both have it” “that wasn’t smooth at all”

he also makes jokes like the little comedian he is (compares random people to random shit)

ೃ༄ dwayne robertson

he’s like adam but more talkative

would try to guess what everything is used for and like very rarely gets it right

but when he does he gets so excited

he’d do ur hair while u do ur makeup so u don’t have to after

WOULD PLAY COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE BG.

#lizorious meow meow 🤍🤍🤍#mars silly little mutuals <3 #the mighty ducks #tmd #charlie conway #adam banks #lester averman #fulton reed #connie moreau #guy germaine #julie gaffney #ken wu #kenny wu #dean portman #luis mendoza #dwayne robertson #tmd x reader #the mighty ducks x reader

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elcpsstuff · 9 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 8)

A/N: Can we talk about how cute this gif is pls he’s so adorable 🫶🏻

Synopsis: Yn realizes that Conrad still cares about her, i’m more ways then one.

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Conrad was always the protector. My protector. From the time we were little kids, and even till now.

When I was 14, this guy tried to hit on me at the pier. Susannah and Laurel were off with Belly, Jere and Steven getting ice cream inside. Conrad and me were waiting outside but Conrad went to use the bathroom.

This guy, who looked 16 or 17 came up to me and started talking to me. It was the weirdest thing ever.

“Hey, you new around here?” I didn’t know what to say to him because I was almost 15, but I didn’t think I looked like it.

“Uh, no.” I say quickly. He shakes his head and sits down next to me. I felt his shoulder touch mine, and I looked around to find Conrad but couldn’t.

“So, got any plans? We should totally hangout.”

No. no.

“Uh, actually i’m here with my family—”

“I’m sure they won’t mind.” He says it more forcefully and then grabs my wrist which makes me wince. Luckily, he got there in time.

Conrad grabbed the guy by the shirt and pushed him against a bench, people staring to stare.

“Don’t fucking touch her, ever.”

The guy laughed, “Oh i’m sorry, is this your girlfriend?”

Conrad then punched the guy. Like actually punched him and there was blood on his knuckles.

The guy then stood up and surrendered his hands, moving away from us and down the pier. Conrad immediately came over to me and sat close, while a soft look pulled over his face.

I had never seen him get so angry before. His hair had fallen in front of his face, and he looked hot. Very hot.

“Are you okay?” He says while checking my face with his hands for any injuries. I laugh and grab his hands, putting them to his sides.

“I’m fine. I should be asking if your okay?”

He shakes his head, “I’m fine. I’m sorry for leaving you. I promise, no one will touch you again.”

I nod and then when everyone came out, we acted like nothing happened. Ever.

—

That next morning, I woke up really early. I grabbed my blue strip aviator nation jacket and some spandex. I opened my phone to see it was only 5:45am but I had 7 missed calls from Frankie.

Ugh. I can’t even.

There was also a couple of texts. I must have crashed early because I didn’t see these when I went to bed.

Fran: u little slut! when u wake up tell me what happened on Bells birthday.

Fran: r u dead?

I laugh as I read the texts but my face turns serious when I see another one.

Conrad: meet me by the beach tomorrow morning?

I immediately felt this rush. This wanting.

I tip toed my way downstairs and out the back door before walking to the beach. I let the cool air hit my face and then I saw Conrad laying on the sand.

I walked over to him, sitting down. He sat up in the sand and moved closer to me so that our shoulders were touching.

“Hey there.” He says through a half smile.

I nudge his shoulder a little bit before looking out at the water. “Conrad?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry about how I acted at the Marina.” I recall the events from yesterday, and Dean was not happy when he found out me and Sarah were high. He blamed it on Sarah though because it was her blunt.

He shrugs, “Nah it’s fine, i’ve been the ass this whole summer.”

Same old Conrad. Always taking the fall.

He was so much taller than me. Even when we were sitting in the sand. I wasn’t the tallest, in fact that’s all Steven would bully me about. How I was older than Belly but she was a little taller than me. Conrad was at least 6’1.

“So why’d you wanna meet?”

I saw Conrad fidget with his fingers, and I knew he was getting nervous. “Con?”

“Do you remember?” He blurts out. He doesn’t have to specify anything at all. Of course I know what he’s talking about.

“Con—”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” I answer sharp and quick hoping that this conversation can be done for.

“That’s all I wanted to know.”

Is he serious? That’s all he wanted to know? What the fuck.

I just shook my head and got up, walking back towards the house. I didn’t bother to see Conrad’s face when I left.

—

so you just left?!

I rolled my eyes as I listened to Frankie rant over the phone at how stupid I am. It was funny.

“Frankie, I’m not putting up with his bullshit anymore.”

don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t have to when I come down there for your birthday.

“absolutely not. that’ll make things worse.”

Then at least let me act like boys are obsessed with you at him, which there are. Atlas wont shut up about you.

Atlas is this hot football jock in our friend group who’s been obsessed with me. I’ve never felt it at all.

Before I can answer Belly comes in the room and I smile, “Okay gotta go Frankie.”

She goes to protest but I hang up.

Belly sighs, “Has she maybe talked to Taylor since she got back? We aren’t really speaking.”

I shrug, “Taylor and Frankie hate each other. I doubt it.”

Belly nods and we stand there in silence until I decide to break it. “We should do something.”

Belly’s face lights up which makes my heart warm, “We could go into town, maybe get some muffins before everyone gets up?” I then looked at my clock and it was 8:15. Almost two hours since I saw Conrad. I wondered where he was, even though I shouldn’t.

“Sounds perfect.” I say.

So here me and Belly were walking down the pier with ice cream in our hands. I had a strawberry and she had a chocolate. It was silent, but at least we were doing something.

Me and Belly were like sisters from birth. Luckily, John and my mother were always close growing up, which meant that we would hang out all the time. I even came up to the summer house when I was 3 and 4. So, I’ve basically been coming here the same amount.

We’ve told each other everything. I remember when I had my first kiss. I was 14 and it was late may, right before we went to cousins. Even though it was a dare, I was still freaking out.

“Belly!” I ran into her room. It was 11 at night and it was also 2 nights before we left for cousins.

“What?” She says through a groggy voice.

I jump onto her bed and pull her up straight. “I just had my first kiss.”

“WHAT?” Belly screams but I put my hand over her mouth and her words are muffled.

That night, we sat up talking for hours about crushes and first loves, but we never mentioned Conrad. I felt guilty, because Belly always loved Conrad, but I couldn’t lie.

So did I.

We were best friends, and I eventually realized it bothered Belly, the “invisible string” that Susannah had claimed was there with me and Conrad.

Maybe in a way, it’s better this way? I can get Belly back now that things are over with Conrad.

But then reality seeps in, and I realize after last summer, If Belly found out, nothing would ever be the same again.

—

After hanging out by the pier, me and Belly went our separate ways the rest of the day. The fourth of July was soon, which was Susannah’s favorite holiday. I saw some fireworks in the kitchen earlier which got me excited.

The sun was setting and everyone always seemed to be doing their own thing these days. Steven out with Shayla or at the club with Jeremiah, Belly hanging out with Cam, and Conrad… smoking or with Nicole. I felt kinda blah.

To my surprise, Conrad was in the kitchen. I sent him a small smile and saw he was making crepes. Strawberry crepes.

This damn guy.

Strawberries have been my favorite fruit since I was a little girl. Susannah used to joke I would become one. Some birthdays, Conrad would take me to the pier and get some chocolate covered strawberries.

My face lit up, “Is that what I think it is?”

He smiles a little, and it was the most innocent and pure smile i’ve seen from him all summer. “I was in the mood for them.”

“Well, then you’ll have to understand I’ll be taking one—” I go to grab one but he smacks my hand away.

“Nope.”

I frown, “Why! There’s four right here.”

“Why would I give you one?” He says through a smirk.

“Just because.” I go to grab one again but this time Conrad physically moves in front of me creating a walls between me and the crepes.

“Conrad!” I groan. His hair was falling in front of his face and was messy, always my weakness.

“Just let me have a crepe.” I whine. He shakes his head and then I attempt to grab one in between his stomach and arms but this time he grabs me by the waist and picks me up.

“Conrad! Put me down!” I try not to laugh but it doesn’t work. I can’t help it.

“Nope. Never.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and tug at his hair, put he doesn’t put me down. My head was barried in his neck and his arms were on my waist still.

Eventually I give in until he puts me down on one of the chairs, and his smile was so wide I thought I might die.

“Here. Take one.” He says, putting a crepe on a plate and handing it to me.

We sat there and ate the crepes in silence but it wasn’t a bad silence anymore. It was kinda fine.

Then I realized not being like this with him isn’t the best option, and no matter how much I love Belly, I love Conrad too. Sometimes it feels like he’s apart of me. Like a piece of my heart will always beat for him.

I suddenly felt more lost than I have in a while.

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A/N: Poor yn, lmao. Fourth of July episode next 😉

tag list: @kkrenae @callsignwidow @drikawinchester @johannelis2302nely @allnrsnz @galaxy13sworld @paytonloiselle

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad x reader #love #summer love

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gillyweedgrl · 4 months

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You should be watching Pit Babe! - A Brief Review

Saddens me to think how many people are missing out on a great show because they think it’s not worth more than a trash watch, if that.

I mean, realistically, is it the most amazing cinematic work of all time? No, not unless pretty-boy power bottoms with daddy issues are your thing, which in my case they are, so let's talk about Pit Babe!

Note: I've tried to keep the spoilers to a minimum, they're mainly in the tags and links so follow them at your own risk, you've been warned.

Honestly, Pit Babe is a pretty damn good show, especially if you A) pretend the Omegaverse factor doesn’t exist and take the show for what it is and B) you don't mind not knowing what's going on half the time, just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Overall, Pit Babe has got a good production value, a slightly absurd yet entertaining plot, a great choice of cast with amazing chemistry and pretty decent acting skills amongst the mix of seasoned actors and newbies.

For a totally biased fair and balanced review: There are some details that are left vague instead of being explained in depth or at all (yet), but that’s to be expected when you adapt a novel into a movie or series. It would get boring for the audience if the pace was interrupted to explain all those little details that we’re likely to find out along the way anyways (shout out to those who've watched the latest episode; finally!).

There are also some scenes that feel like they’re not as necessary and some background/plot devices that made a little more sense in the novel but I personally don’t feel like they detract too much from my viewing experience.

Babe (played by Pavel) and Charlie (played by Pooh) as the main leads do a really good job at shouldering a large percentage of screen time. Charlie comes across as happy-go-lucky, a bit clumsy/goofy, entirely fearless and a little naive, which is mostly true, but there's clearly more to him than that. Right from the start Babe is clearly someone guarded, detirmined and skilled at what he does (racing cars and having sex) and he has a very tight cirlce of people he trusts. There's a winning combo right there, quite tsundere/sunshine from the outside but definitely more breath the surface that gets exploded as they go.

Way (played by Nut) is Babe's best friend and racing companion, they've been racing together at Team X-Hunter for years but there's clearly more than friendship on the mind for Way, though the feelings appear to be one sided.

Alan (played by Sailub) is the owner of Team X-Hunter and an all-round cool Uncle (which the whole team call's him (despite barely being in his mid 30's). He's kind but firm, he cares for his team like they’re his family and it does seem as though they’re his only family.

And the rest of the cast consists primarily of:

Team X-Hunter:

Dean (played by Lee); a junior racer with slight douche vibes

North and Sonic (played by Michael and TopTen); everyone’s babies, they’re junior racers and content creators

Jeff (played by Pon); the newest member of the team, he’s a part time mechanic and full time conspicuous

Pete (played by Ping); the money guy Alan brings on board to sponsor the team

Team Red Racing (the rival team):

Winner (played by Pop); the guy who never seems to win against Babe

Kim (played by Benz); the new racer they hired to beat Babe

Tony (played by S Vorarit); Red Racing's newest benefactor and *shock horror* Babe's former foster father (try saying that ten times fast)

Kenta (played by Garfield); Tony's right hand man

Then, there’s the 🌶🔥🤯

I, personally, enjoy a little spice/heat in my shows. It’s not necessary for every show, of course, but I do think that when it serves a purpose to the story and it’s done well then it can be quite enjoyable and this cast/production team is doing it really well.

As I said, the chemistry between the cast really is amazing (both on and off the screen, if you're interested in that kind of thing) and although the spicy scenes aren’t nearly as abundant as they are in the novel, there are some really good ones. I decided to bite the bullet and binge read the novel over the past couple of weeks, I blame @pharawee’s breakdown posts for those sleepless nights, and it was worth it for me but not necessary for watching the series.

Lastly (as if this post isn't long winded enough as it is) there are a handful of things in this series that we don't see too often in BL's and make it worth watching even more:

It's got race cars, murder attempts, mafia influence and supernatural powers (at least half the characters have one).

There's no evil ex-lover out to get revenge or get back together with one of the mains (thank the BL gods).

It's got a Soft Top/Dominant Bottom dynamic where the title character is both super masc and a pretty princess.

And we can't forget, it is technically an Omegaverse series (or rather, it's Omegaverse-lite) which none of us saw coming!

Anywho, to conclude; yes, you should be watching Pit Babe. No, you don't have to read the novel to understand what's going on because none of us understand what the hell is going on at any given time. Charlie and Babe are fucking around and finding out, the rest of us are just long for the ride, Alan and Jeff are having a whole ass rom-com-drama in the corner, the babies are making their content and having a blast and the others aren't quite on the map yet (or are they? *wink, wink*), but I sure hope they will be soon!

If you made it this far, thank you and are you okay? Do you need to have your brain checked?

#pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe meta #watch pit babe #please #do it for my mental health #hell do it for your mental health #charlie x babe #babe x charlie #alan x jeff #pete x way #north x sonic #kenta x kim #winner x dean #this took way too long #but I kinda loved it #seriously. if you read all of that you're a legend #that was a lot. even for me

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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Hi, me again :)

How about slashers waking up to an s/o throwing them a birthday party, feel free to do whoever u want <3

i don’t think i ever thought about that one i like that idea a lot. i wont lie to you i read the prompt wrong as the slasher throwing reader a party so i had to go back and rewrite it. thanks for your patience

one of the first requests i finished on my hiatus woooo😩 only like 20 more to go

michael myers

•he’s never really had a real birthday party, with him being in the hospital and all

•but he’s well aware that they happen and he’s seen them happen around town. he’s not entirely familiar with how they work but it’s not like he thinks about it on the regular

•imagine his shock when he walks in the door and sees you standing before him with a cake and some black and red decorations displayed around the kitchen

•oh my god y/n he is in LOVE. he was already in love with you but now he’s more than 110% sure that you’re the one

•the fact you even remember his birthday just warms his heart. he doesn’t really know how to act.

•if he could cry he would.

•give him materials for mask making and he is just over the moon. he loves you so much and is so thankful that you’re his s/o

•just a party consisting of the two of you is good enough for him. he just loves you

jason vorhees

•hes only had a few actual birthday parties and they were always thrown by his loving mother. it’s been a looong time since he’d had anything like that

•he won’t really expect anything from you. he’s not hard pressed on a party and the last he wants to do is force you

•throw a party for him and he will be absolutely whipped. he loves you so much

•he just won’t know how to act. the entire day he will be on cloud nine. just bubbly and excited

•jason doesn’t need presents. your presence is enough <3

•if you were to get him something oh my god he’d marry you. anything you get him he will cherish it. it means so much more than you could ever understand

•jason doesn’t eat cake but if you got something he will eat it with you. he enjoys blowing the candles out !!

•and presents?? ohhh my god he will lose it. it doesn’t matter what it is he will love it and cherish it with everything in him.

•goes to bed happy !!

billy loomis

•he doesn’t like his birthday. like at all. he doesn’t really celebrate it

•stu realized how much happier he is with you so he decides to throw a party for billy with your help of course.

•together the two of you planned out a small little get together with a few friends from school

•when the day of his birth rolls around he’s shocked to see anyone there. he’s a bit upset that you guys didn’t tell him but you and stu mean well

•won’t have any fun until everyone is gone and it’s just you and him.

•he’s so glad you remembered his day even if he doesn’t show it well.

jason dean

•he will act nonchalant. he’s too cool for birthday parties

•inside his twisted mind though he is overjoyed that you even remembered his special day.

•since he doesn’t like parties it will most likely just be the two of you.

•he doesn’t want you to say happy birthday but hw doesn’t mind presents. sweets and knives are his favorite things to receive

•honestly he doesn’t give a fuck about his birthday but since you care he puts on an act just for you.

•he’ll help you with anything you need to do despite your protests.

•he wants to bake a cake with you y/n :)

thomas hewitt

•his family never really celebrated birthdays. obviously charlie hoyt threw himself a little celebration every year but never anything big

•he will cry. actual sobbing ensues. just the fact you took your time to say happy birthday to him is more than enough.

•give him a little present and he’s done for. he’s just over the moon.

•it doesn’t help that you planned a little celebration with all his family. he’s just so in love with you y/n.

bo sinclair + vincent sinclair

•the sinclair children were never too keen on birthday parties. not really for any reason they just ..don’t like them

•it’s rare for them to celebrate anything actually. holidays and stuff are forgotten. it’s a very busy household.

•lester wants to plan a party and ropes you into it. he knows the boys won’t be mad if you’re involved.

•it’s really hard to make it a surprise since it’s only the four of you.

•lester makes a bunch of food for the party. you’re in charge of decor.

•getting bo out of the house was easy but vince not so much. you told him the house was on fire and he still wouldn’t leave

•once he’s out you and lester set up.

•the boys come back and they’re absolutely surprised. vince is close to tears and bo is speechless.

•it ended up being tons of fun. they boys were so appreciative of the two of you.

carrie white

•she is drawn to tears in an instant. you did all this just for her ?

•don’t make it a huge surprise though she isn’t a fan of that. she’d rather have something small.

•will thank you and try to pay you back in anyway she can

•honestly just a little sit down dinner is perfect for her

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bengiyo · 2 months

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Hi Sarge, Not sure if you have answered something similar and I missed it but this is a bit inspired by the posts you made about Sailom and Nuea in Wedding Plan (I couldn’t understand why Sailom was behaving that way and really disliked him before I read your posts).

Who are the most misunderstood characters in BL? - doesn’t have to be from just 2023 shows. Thanks!

I've really struggled with answering this question, and have been sitting on it for months, because I don't generally like to create a strawman and then beat up on it. I think what I'll do is express appreciation for characters in a way I don't think I've done publicly on my blog.

Kurosawa Musashi (Ossan's Love)

This man is incredible and I love him. When I originally avoided Ossan's Love in 2018, it was primarily because commenters complained that this man's attraction to Haruta was the butt of the joke. Having watched it this year, I understand why we would have read it that way in 2018. However, in 2024, I see the primary comedy in how out of step is approach to courtship is more than the fact that he has a crush on Haruta.

I have loved every iteration of this character from Ossan's Love, to the In the Sky AU, to the current season in Ossan's Love Returns. I love how much his affection for Haruta makes him show up to support him, and I love the unhinged fights he has with Maki about it every time.

The show treats his feelings seriously, even if they laugh about his methodology. Everyone who has worked with him adores him, and I am eagerly hoping that he gets a positive resolution for his complex feelings for Haruta this season.

I'm also never getting over DISPATCH 👍.

Pharm (Until We Meet Again)

Much has been written about this scene as an example of blushing maiden, but I don't think it is. I think there's a level of Intouch trauma coupled with this being Pharm's first kiss. However, we spent about twenty minutes of this show leading up tot his with Pharm publicly telling Alex to fuck off because he's with Dean, and Pharm presenting Dean with desserts about commitment and sweet love. He also moves his arms to deepen the kiss.

I think sometimes the read that Pharm is a blushing maiden undercuts how genuinely assured he is about himself and his place in the world. He wasn't afraid to tell his neighbors to quiet down when they were loud as hell on a Sunday, and he wasn't afraid to tell Dean that he overstepped in the kitchen around sex.

I've been rewatching the show lately and am noting how explicitly these two are into each other and say so the entire time.

Seo Lee Jun (Love Mate)

I'm gonna be real: This guys sucks! We begin the show with him getting people out onto dates, disappointing those dates with false expectations, and then blocking them. He was so salty about his breakup that he was going to inflict that nonsense onto a whole dating app. Folks struggled with Ha Ram determinedly pursuing this man, but I think he did the rest of us a favor by giving this man a much needed dicking to reset his engagement with romance.

Vee (You're My Sky)

I don't think this character was misunderstood. I just think it was really cool of a show to have one of the side couples not make it because they started an ill-advised romance. I like that what started as flirting and teasing got way too serious and stressed Vee out so much that he had a whole panic attack over it. In a genre about people getting together, I like the complicated, uncertain place they left these two. Vee understood the seriousness of messing around with his sister's boyfriend and the impossibility of that situation.

#answered #thai bl #bl series #japanese bl #korean bl #you're my sky #ossan's love #love mate #until we meet again

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jjtheresidentbaby · 3 months

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» spn agere week: day 2, little and their caregiver go on a long car drive - jan 30th

» for @spnagereweek event || on my ao3 | 1.7k+ wrd count

» little!sam & caregiver!dean

» warnings: pre canon, hurt/comfort, swearing

“It’s so cool Dean, c’mon admit it!” Sam swivels in his seat of the mini van Dean’s driving. They rented it for a bit while the Impala is in the shop, much to Dean’s dismay, and John’s out on a hunt a few states over so the trucks gone too.

“Okay you’re right, it’s kind of cool. Not as cool as Baby though.” Dean caves and smiles when Sam beams with a mutter about him being right like always. He sounds so happy, it’s a little strange for Dean if he’s honest, ever since Sam hit age sixteen he’s been a ball of angst and anger, but not today.

He’s acting like he would when he was younger- still in his fleece pajama pants because no matter what Dean said he wouldn’t change, giggling at Dean’s cheesy jokes, sitting cross legged in his seat, flipping through the cds that the car rental place left like they’re the most interesting thing in the world, pointing out different colored houses or animals they see as they drive- it’s like he’s eleven again. Dean has no idea why or what’s even going on but he likes seeing Sammy happy so he won’t bring it up.

“Hey they have Metallica!” The cd gets pulled out of the plastic sleeve in seconds and Sam leans to slide it into the radio.

“You don’t wanna listen to something else?” The look he gets in response is somewhere along the line of ‘why in the world would you ask that’ and ‘how dare you offend me like that’ which makes Dean snort. Usually Sam’s complaining left and right about only being able to listen to the tapes Dean and John have stockpiled in the Impala and truck.

“Can’t believe you just said that, who are you and what have you done with my big brother?” Sam teases and blushes with a laugh when Dean pushing his hand at the top of Sam’s head.

“Haha, okay smart guy what do you want for lunch?” Please don’t say salad, please don’t say salad. One more salad this week and Dean may lose his mind.

“Slushies!” Dean blinks once, twice, pulls up to a red light and turns to see if his brother is being serious. He is.

“Sammy that’s not lunch.” A frankly pitiful pout forms on Sam’s lips in seconds, big eyes blinking at Dean like he just told him his dog died.

“We can get them but we need real food too.” That thankfully seems to fix the issue as Dean knows from years of raising Sam that the expression he just had would eventually turn to tears if he’s not careful.

“Can we get mac and cheese?” God he really is like a little kid again. Something sour appears in the back of Dean’s throat, partly worried his brother might’ve gotten cursed or something, but more so concerned that something might’ve triggered this. They’ve been nonstop hunting for a while now and Sam’s even had to skip school which Dean knows he hates. Maybe the drastic change in routine has been messing with him more than he says? Maybe the horror of what they see is finally setting in and this is Sam’s way of getting away from it?

“Course bud.” He smiles and lets his hand rest in Sam’s hair when he pushes into Dean’s touch. He was reaching to ruffle his brother’s hair like when they were younger but Sam’s almost laid across the center of the van to stay touching Dean.

“Thanks De’.” And fuck- that nickname strikes something deep in Dean’s chest.

It’s been years since Sam’s used it, he was still shorter than Dean back then, still got excited when John would come home, still asked Dean a million lore questions he was too young to be asking, still wanted to sleep in Dean’s bed with excuses of it being cold but in reality the monsters outside scared him and he needed his big brother to protect him. He was so innocent back then, short years ago that feels like a lifetime.

“The drive through is too long so I’m just going to go in and grab the food.” Dean says as he pulls into the parking lot of the Wendy’s restaurant- it’s the only fast food place Dean knows has mac and cheese and isn’t a two hour drive outside of where they’re going.

“Wait you’re leaving?” A hand quickly wraps around Dean’s forearm before he can turn to climb out of the van. His brow furrows when he sees how upset Sam looks, bordering on looking- scared? What the hells he scared of? He was smiling five seconds ago, humming along to the radio louder than normal and bouncing in his seat a bit like he used to.

“Just to get some food, I’ll be back fifteen minutes tops.” None of it soothes Sam.

“You wanna come with me?” He gets a nod, though it’s hesitant.

Almost the second they step into the restaurant Sam’s hand reaches to grip Dean’s tight like a vice. He’s glued to his brothers side and would be hidden behind Dean’s frame if not for the added height Sam has, height he’s trying to hide in this moment as he shrinks down and curls up against Dean. It’s breaking Dean’s heart a little- there’s maybe five people in the restaurant and yet Sam seems terrified.

“You okay Sammy?” The few people in the place are eyeing them more obviously than appreciated- Dean isn’t sure if it’s the pajamas with the Iron Maiden shirt and converse Sam’s in, the way he’s tucked into Dean’s side, or just the fact that they look out of place in this small town in the middle of nowhere Maine.

“Mm.” Well that’s not good. Sam always got quiet when he was upset as a kid, only giving a hum or nod to questions asked, not caring if John had been pleading with him for an hour to talk or if Dean promised a trip to the movies to see whatever Sam wanted or even if Bobby gave him free range over his entire library. The kids a master at the silent game.

“What can I get for you two?” The voice of the woman behind the register startles Dean which in turn startles Sam twice as bad, he clings his free hand to the loose material of Dean’s t-shirt and stuffs his face into Dean’s shoulder.

All Dean can do is relay their order back to the woman- pointedly ignoring her concerned looks at Sam- and wrap an arm around Sam’s shoulders so he has an easier time tucking himself as small as he can into Dean’s chest. The food takes no time at all to be done and Dean gets Sam ushered out of there as quick as humanly possible without someone thinking he’s kidnapping him. The sigh of relief both boys let out once in the van again makes Dean feel uneasy- they shouldn’t be sighing like this over ordering fast food.

“You wanna go get those slushies now Sammy?” He reaches to place his hand in Sam’s hair again, rubbing his thumb at his brother’s forehead and watching with a slightly furrowed brow as Sam’s eyes flutter shut before back open again. It’s only one pm, they left at seven this morning which isn’t all that early on Winchester time, but maybe Sam’s been acting weird because he’s tired?

“Or maybe stop at a motel and sleep?” The plan was to drive for at least another eight or so hours before stopping to sleep, but the last thing Dean wants is for whatever’s going on with Sam to get worse. He could be feeling sick, it is freezing out and it’s not like they’re exactly up to date with their flu shots.

“Thought we had to meet dad?” Sam asks with a clumsy rub of his eyes that makes Dean give a faint smile. He’s the same little kid he’s always been.

“We’d have to drive back here for Baby anyways, we’re just saving a trip.” Assuming the Impala will be done by tomorrow morning when they go to leave again, Dean can hope, and hope that John doesn’t ask too many details on why Dean and Sam won’t be meeting him as early as they said they would. The hunt he’s on seems pretty nasty so Dean doubts he’ll be paying much to mind to what day the boys get there.

“M’kay.”

It takes all of twenty minutes for Dean to find and book a room at the nearest motel- years of hunting for them in the pitch black makes them pretty easy to spot in the daytime. Sam stays in the car as Dean gets the key and pays for the room- though Dean can feel how hard Sam’s staring at him through the window, he swears the nervous energy radiates far enough that it makes Dean’s spine shiver.

“You okay bud?” Dean says with half a laugh when Sam collapses onto his bed and instantly curls his arms around Dean’s middle with his head on Dean’s chest. There’s an empty queen bed two feet away- it was the same price as getting a single so he figured Sam would appreciate the bed to himself. Apparently he was wrong.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere right?” His face falls hearing Sam’s voice come out so small, nearly whispering as he tightens his hold around Dean.

“Course not. I’m always right here Sammy.” That’s all it takes for Sam to let his eyes slip shut.

Dean can’t even think about going to sleep- too overwhelmed with worry- so he does what he did when Sam was little and starts to rub his hand up and down Sam’s back, counting the breaths he takes with each stroke of his fingers against Sam’s spine. He really hopes Sam’s acting a little more normal when he wakes up but just incase Dean makes a plan for if he’s not, going over the basic steps he used to do to make sure Sam stayed happy when he was a little kid, reminding himself of the habits Sam hasn’t shown in years but may revert back to. If Sam needs him to take care of him like he used to then Dean is going to make sure he does it right.

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Today I Saw The Whole World {2}

Chapter 2 - Seeing Clearly.

Summary: After some convincing from your brothers, you begin to come to terms with your abilities. The hunt takes a turn when Sam’s visions leave you sidelined in Baby, where it is revealed that you can do much more with your powers than you thought.

Warnings: Blood, minor injury, hellhounds, demons, brief hostage/capture situation.

Word count: 2.9K

Notes: Oh my goodness guys thank you so much for the overwhelmingly positive response! I’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part because I was uncertain about this when I wrote it. This next part was a little touch and go when I wrote it, but I hope you enjoy :)

PREVIOUS • SERIES MASTERLIST

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PREVIOUSLY:

“Y/n…” Sam asked cautiously, “what exactly was I researching?”

“Ghosts? I don’t know.”

Sam was silent. It worried you, but it was when he turned his laptop around to face you that your complexion paled. Sam had been researching ghosts.

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“Y/N, I think… I think you’re like me. Psychic.”

“No. No no no that was just a dream.”

“Kiddo, that was not a dream.” Sam told you.

“Have you done that before? Leave your body?” Dean asked rapidly.

“No. I-“ you stuttered as you tried to find the right words. Your mind was running at a thousand miles a minute- like the cogs were turning backwards. “Nothing like this has ever happened before.”

It wasn’t a total lie. You had never had an out of body experience before, but you had seen people that weren’t there to the naked eye. You had no clue what was happening, and it scared you.

“I’m not psychic.” You told them bluntly. Although some part of you knew that was also a lie. The thought scratched at your brain like a weed.

“Sweetheart, I think you are… I mean it would make sense. You and Sam-“

Shaking your head, you gathered your things in your arms. “No. They’re not visions. That was nothing like Sam’s visions- it was just some freakish coincidence. Nothing more.”

“Y/N-“ Sam called as you made your way to the door, turning your back towards your brothers.

“We have demons to gank.”

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The car ride was silent, spare the AC/DC that Dean had softly playing from his cassette tapes. Your brothers had filled you in on the plan; capture the demons and interrogate them for information on John or yellow eyes, before the three of you drifted into an uncomfortable nothingness.

You rested your head against the cool glass of the window in the backseat watching the world blur into one image as your brother drove too fast down the road to the town, bodies sliding across the seats when he turned the corner a little too fast. You didn’t miss the glances that they shot you nervously. Your mind reeled as you spent too much time lingering on the events of the morning. As much as you wished that it wasn’t true, you knew that there was nothing you could do about it. It made your stomach twist and bile burn the back of your throat. You knew at some point you would have to accept it the way that Sam had. You couldn’t hide forever; your excuses would wear thin eventually.

The sombre atmosphere quickly changed when Sam let out a cry of pain and clutched his head, white knuckles tangling in his hair.

“Sammy?” You shot forward, reaching over the frayed leather of the front seat to comfort your brother. “Sam what’s wrong?”

The three of you rocked forwards and Dean slammed his foot on the break and pulled the shiny car to an abrupt stop into an overgrown lay-by. You placed a hand on Sam’s toned shoulder as he let out another strained grunt and curled in on himself. His eyes moved frantically beneath his lids.

When his episode finally subsided, he slumped across the seat as much as his lumbering frame would let him and took in deep breaths.

“Sam?” You asked gently.

“Y/N. You cannot go into that building.”

“What? What do you mean she can’t go into the building?” Dean demanded.

“I saw it. The demons… ” your twin took a shuddering breath, swiping the mousy brown hair that had fallen in front of his face away from his eyes. “If she goes in there then…”

Sam swallowed thickly.

“You had a vision?” Squinted Dean. “I thought they only happened when you were asleep.”

“I thought so too but…”

It suddenly occurred to you that this had happened at the same time that you had had your strange dream. “They’re progressing. Your powers.”

Sam nodded in agreement, latching onto your thought. Suddenly his voice became stern, and his face hardened. “Yours are too.”

You turned your head away from your brothers.

“Y/N?”

“Dean.”

He sighed. “We know something’s up. If it’s true and you and Sammy are both hopped up with mojo, and Sam’s visions have just changed then something was happening to you before last night.”

You remained silent, head down, eyes on the ground of the impala which was caked in mud from your boots.

“Kiddo, you need to tell us.” Sam cooed. “It’s okay.”

Your gaze found Sam’s dewy brown eyes. You had always found comfort in them. “I’ve been seeing things- people. People that are there one minute and gone the next.”

Your two brothers listened to you intently as you explained to them what you had been seeing. You picked at the skin around your thumb; a telltale sign that you were anxious or stressed. Dean gently took your hands in his to stop that habit that you had nursed since you were young enough that John would leave the three of you before he went out on a hunt. Sometimes you wished you could go back to then. Back to when the world was so much simpler. Sam nodded as you spoke, he always seemed to understand you. Your brothers always seemed to know how to help.

“Y/N. You’re seeing ghosts.”

The statement was almost surreal coming from your brother's mouth. The words would have hit you like a ton of bricks had you not been dealing with the supernatural since you were merely 12. They would have drowned you had you not already had a twinge about it in the back of your mind.

You nodded slowly. “You knew.” You told Sam. It wasn’t a question as such. It all made sense now; why he was researching ghosts instead of demons for the hunt. “That’s why you were researching.”

Your brother hummed. “You’re seeing into the vale. And I think last night…last night you travelled inside it.”

Dean chimed in, fiddling with the hand break and putting the impala into reverse so that he could navigate the small space and pull back onto the road. “So now I not only have one little brother who can see the future, I have a little sister who can see ghosts and leave her body. Great, all we need now is a Jedi.”

You let out a breathy chuckle which sank to the bottom of your stomach as nausea as the car sped out towards the hunt.

~~~

When the car came to a halt down the road, just outside of the family home, the sun was dipping behind the horizon, though the heat still came bearing down relentlessly onto the concrete. The three of you peeled yourself away from the car seats and Dean propped the trunk up with an old rifle you were sure belonged to John. You would have to make sure to return it to him. The three of you then made quick work of gathering the supplies you needed, rummaging between all of the nicknacks in the secret compartment of the car. Though your stash of weapons was far from slim you were limited on your supplies when it came to demons. Sure, you had hunted some before but demons were less common than ghosts and vampires and they had only started popping up during your search for your dad. Supplies of holy water were held within worn, silver flasks which were promptly slipped inside of your brother’s jackets. When you reached for your own, you were quickly stopped by a hand and a disapproving frown from Sam who loomed over you.

“You’re not going in there Y/N.”

“Sam-“ you started, only to be cut off by that look again. “Don’t give me the look.”

Sam continued with his onslaught until you managed to slink around him, slipping the flask into your pocket.

“Dean, would you please tell him that I’m going.”

The eldest Winchester patted you on the shoulder as he rummaged around in the back of Baby. “Sorry sweetheart. No can do.” He pulled out cans of spray paint, releasing a cloud of white paint from them to test that they worked before stuffing them in his bag and wiping the sweat from his brow. “If Sammy says no, then the answer is no.”

“But Dean-” you tried to argue, but you knew it was a lost cause.

“House rules, Y/N. We’re the oldest so we’re always right.” Sam threw over his shoulder.

“By like three minutes.” You rolled your eyes going to sit inside the Impala, but not before snagging a knife and slipping into your boot.

Before they set off, Sam came over to you. You wrapped him up tightly in your embrace, trying to settle the storm in your stomach. You hated it when the two of them went off without you.

“I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just what I saw…there’s more than one in there and just couldn’t live if something happened to you and I did nothing to stop it.”

“It’s okay, Sam.” You reassured him. “Just be safe.”

With that, you watched your brothers sneak round the back of the house, disappearing into the dusk.

~~~

Your brothers had been gone too long.

The sun had now set, leaving the street illuminated by the glow of the street lamps and the orange light from houses. You tried to watch the figures moving behind the curtains but you had no such luck making anything out. What unnerved you the most was not the emptiness of the place. It was the silence.

Then you saw it. A wispy shadow prowling towards the house. The more you concentrated, the more you made out the shape of its snarling jowls, its bared canines and its knifelike claws that protruded from its feet. The more you concentrated the more you realised that your brothers were utterly fucked.

Unsheathing the knife from your boot you pushed open the car door, trying not to slam it shut behind you. The hound let out a low growl as it turned and made a beeline for you. You raised the blade and swung it at the hellhound as it pounced. It lodged deep into the creature's flesh which oozed a deep crimson when you yanked the blade out of it and made for another swing. This time the hellhound moved swiftly out of the way and out of your eye-line, whimpering as it rolled onto its fresh wound. Spinning around quickly, you plunged the knife back into the dog. It howled and swiped at you, leaving a shallow cut across your arm. You hissed at the incision, but twisted the knife inside the creature until its howling died down into a pained whimper. It wasn’t dead, there was no way you could kill a hellhound with what you had. But it was close enough to it.

Wiping the blood from the knife on your flannel, you edged your way towards the building, into the main room of the house.

You brothers were both slumped on chairs in the centre of the room, their hands tied behind their backs with old rope that splintered and frayed around the edges. They each had an old oil rag stuffed into their mouth; likely to stop them performing an exorcism. If looks could kill, the demon that Dean was staring daggers into would have dropped dead in seconds. He had a small cut on his upper lip and his nose was bloody. There was blood running down the side of Sam’s temple. You winced at the sight. There was a second, taller male demon in the room too. He paced in front of your brothers. It wasn’t just the trimmed suit that his vessel was wearing that gave him an odd sense of authority. The way he held himself put him above everyone else in the room.

You snuck into the room as quietly as you could. The house was almost silent besides the lecturing of the demon in the suit. Peering around the corner you had seen that he had taken Sam’s chin into his hand, much to his and Dean’s protests.

“Oh yes. You’ll do quite nicely.” He told Sam, turning his face in his hands and inspecting every inch of his features. Sam’s stubble was rough against his fingers. “He’ll be very happy with your progress.”

Dean spat something at the man, but it was inaudible from where you were hiding, muffler from behind the rag. Whatever he said, the demon just laughed at him and released Sam’s face from his hands, it hung limply, resting on his chest.

Keeping a close eye on the scene before you, you began to mutter out the words to the exorcism which you had burned into your mind. “Exorcizamus te omnis immundus spiritus…”

“Dean, Dean, Dean. What are we going to do with you?” He tutted, turning his attention to the eldest Winchester. “See we had orders not to kill the twins, but they never said anything about the spare…” The demon glanced towards the doorway, his eyes morphing black, a twisted smirk winding its way onto his lips. “Speaking of twins.”

The second demon reached around the doorway and wrapped a bony hand around your arm. hHis long and dirty nails bit into your skin. You whimpered at the contact with your scratch as he yanked you into the room. Sam’s eyes widened and he fought harder to get to you, the ropes burning as they twisted against his skin.

“Can’t have you finishing that exorcism, can we?” The demon said.

“Get off of me!” You spat, trying to get away from the demon's iron grip, but to no avail. With his nails deep in your flesh, he tossed you down at your brother's feet. The thud as you hit your head on the ground ricocheted across the walls in the silent room.

Your brother’s cries cut through you as you groaned, trying to push yourself up, only to find an invisible force plastering you to the floor. You craned your neck to look up at your brothers. It was from your position on the floor that you could see that Sam had nearly worked his hands free of the old rope and that Dean had already worked the tight loops open and was merely holding the rope in place.

“Aw look at that. The whole family’s here.” The demon pried, tilting his head sideways and pouting. “Too bad it won’t be that way for much longer.”

It was then that you heard it. Your eyes widened at the sight, at the low guttural growl of the second hellhound, prowling towards Sam and Dean.

“Dean! Behind you!” He ripped himself from the chair, his bonds and gag landing in a heap on the floor before he landed a punch square to the smaller demon's jaw sending him reeling backwards and onto the floor. The latin was spilling from his mouth in seconds. Sam took this as a chance to pull the vial of holy water from the inside of his pocket and throw the contents over the other. It let out a shrill howl and clawed at his face, eyes wide and ghastly, teeth bared and face contorting in agony.

Scrambling to your feet, you raised your silver knife, anticipating the move of the hellhound. Both of your brothers scanned the room, both unseeing to the canine in front of them. They glanced at you cluelessly. You had to make them see. They needed to see. So you were going to try something new.

Focusing all of your attention on the hellhound, you watched every movement it made, took in every flex of its muscles and each rise and fall in its chest and it heaved, you felt the way the the floor shook with every exhale the canine took and the way the wisps that made up the being flickered like a flame. You felt the energy of the hellhound, raw and dark, lusting for blood and violence and you reached out. You reached out towards your brothers, sending your vision and your senses to them. The sensation tingled throughout your body; ran through your finger tips and sizzled through your veins, burned through your blood.

Sam’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes latched onto the hellhound. Your eyes found his and you knew that it had worked. Sam clung onto his flask tighter, flicking the remaining droplets onto the dog. It hissed, but continued to stalk forwards. The sound its claws made as they scraped across the wooden floor was grading.

“Dean…” Sam wavered.

There was a thud as the two bodies hit the floor, devoid of the demons that once used them as puppets. Dean whipped around towards his two siblings, eyes becoming wide as the sun when he latched onto the hellhound and your face straining in concentration.

“How-”

“No time!” Sam yelled.

You threw your silver knife at the hound, it retreated a few steps before lowering its front paws, ready to pounce. Vision swimming, you tilted slightly to the side, your legs and arms losing feeling, shaking like a leaf on a tree on a windy day.

The hellhound let out one last howl before pouncing, leaping off of the floor and flying towards you.

“Y/N. NO!” Sam cried, racing towards you.

The last thing you saw before you felt your energy drip run dry was the hellhound flying back across the room.

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[ 001 ] Brand Spankin' New.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: lee minho x reader/oc ⎯⎯ TAGS: enemies with serious tension, childhood friends to enemies, revenge eras, college au, angst, bad humor bc i'm not as funny as i think i am, misunderstandings, unrequited feelings ⎯⎯ RATING: 18+, mature ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: drug use (weed), excessive cursing, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of sex and sexual themes (non explicit) ⎯⎯ WORD COUNT: 4k (4.972)

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: karma (kar·ma) defined as "(in hinduism and buddhism) the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences". you've always been a big believer in karma and the universe, knowing that eventually all energy is returned. so when your life is ruined by someone you used to call your best friend, you wonder why karma is taking it's sweet time in retaliating against him. what hurts more is your university won't punish something based on hearsay and so it's up to you to find the proof that lee minho is an evil mastermind and get his ass removed from school for good.

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“Did you guys see her newest tweet?” There’s a voice off to the right but you’re not paying much attention. The smoke curls around you in a comforting way that has you leaning back on the beanbag and letting out a content groan. You know exactly what they’re talking about, you’re the one who posted the tweet after all. Not that they know that, no one knows that. Not even your best friends, the people that you’ve shared every embarrassing detail of your life with.

“How do you know the account is a woman?” One of those aforementioned best friends speaking up. Mae, the calm to your storm, the one you find yourself relying on more and more these last few weeks. She never left your side, even supported your idea to take that much needed leave of absence from school after he ruined your life.

But the new year is here, the fall semester officially starts in one week and it’s the first day of rush. The weather is cooling off from the blistering summer, the leaves are changing, and you decided to take their lead and change with them. No more wallowing, no more hiding in your apartment while everyone else has a life without you. Your break is done, you kept up your end of the deal with the dean to take your finals when it came time. You passed, thankfully, and that meant you could start your third year of university with a clean slate.

The discussion draws you back in, hearing the argument about who the mysterious twitter account holder could be. The voice, belonging to the boy Mae had invited, continues. “The way they hate him, it has to be an ex.” You want to snort but instead you just shift in the beanbag, wondering if you laid here long enough if it would just swallow you slowly like quicksand. “You had to admit, he’s dated some questionable people in the past. I wouldn’t put it past a few of them to do this.”

You remain silent, best to not say anything in case you come off a little too smug or a little too prideful of that last tweet. Really you’re not the one coming up with most of the tweets, people are sending so many messages to the anonymous twitter account that you’re having a hard time working through them all. Some are good ones, things you schedule to post through the day. Some messages, you can attest, are from some of his more unstable exes. Those you just delete when you get them, deciding not to entertain the possible storm that could create.

“Who’s dated questionable people?” A new voice, one familiar that raises the imaginary hackles on your back. Really if you were a cat you’d be puffed up and hissing at the newcomer, claws swiping at him to leave.

“Your best friend.” The words taste like venom dripping from your tongue as you open your eyes, settling them on Jisung with a sneer. He at least has the decency to shrink away from your glare. He looks startled, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be there at all. Maybe he’s terrified because of the vitriolic tone you used in addressing him. You don’t care, you don’t want him in your safe circle, sucking up the smoke that’s keeping you calm.

“You’re- I-” He stammers, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you. “I didn’t know you were going- that you’re here.” So he didn’t expect you to return after his mentioned best friend had broken you so deeply, left you with scars that lingered and barely healed. Some days they were fresh wounds, some days they were scabs that you couldn’t stop picking at. Today it’s a bright pink scar, tender and the slightest brush makes you wince in pain.

“Look like you’ve seen a ghost, Han Jisung.” You level him with your gaze again, watching with a satisfied smirk as he shrinks further away from you. You say his name like a curse, as if it’s the most horrific sounds your lips have shaped.

“Stop.” The singular word draws your look from Jisung to your best friend, catching her eyes and you calm down a little. She presses a hand to your thigh, fingers gripping into your thigh in warning. “Hi, Jisung. Are the other’s here?” She glances around, looking past him in search of those other six familiar faces. You wonder the same thing but she’s always been the softer of you two, the quiet breeze compared to your tempest winds.

“Yeah, yeah. They’re, um, around.” He looks like he wants to be anywhere but here. The others in the circle, the few people you were just talking to and passing the blunt around with have gone silent as they watched the exchange. They all know why you glare at the chipmunk cheeked boy, why you spit venom at him every time you open your mouth. It’s the worst kept secret on campus, how Lee Minho had all but sold out your body as a prank. You don’t like thinking about it but it’s hard not to be reminded when strangers stare at you in pity, or you’re reminded when his friends are around.

“Tell them I say hi,” you say to him, shifting to sit up a little in the beanbag. He takes a step back like he expects you to pounce on him, teeth bared and claws extended. Instead you just smile at him, tight lipped before reaching for the joint that’s passed your way. You turn attention back to your circle of people, clear that your words were meant as dismal. You almost feel bad for the dejected look in Jisung’s face as he walks away.

“Hey.” Mae’s grip on your thigh tightens just slightly, a gesture to grab your attention. She’s looking at you with too inquisitive eyes. “Do you want to go home?” Truthfully, yes, you do; leaving now means that he wins again and you refuse to give that satisfaction. No doubt Jisung has already run back to his group to tell them he saw you. Your suspicions are confirmed when two familiar faces poke around the corner. It reminds you of a cartoon, just the sight of two heads extended past the wall, one on top of the other.

When they spot you, the shorter of the two bolts out from behind the cover of the wall and all but runs to you. Your name is slurred a bit in greeting, his lanky arms wrapping around you before you can protest. You have just enough forethought to pass the joint to Mae before he’s on you.The awkwardness of the beanbag you’ve chosen for the night means he either can crouch to greet you but it wouldn’t be Felix if he did things the normal way. Instead he lays on top of you, face buried into your neck as he hugs you tightly. He might be Minho’s friend but he’s been your sunshine since you met last year.

So you allow his crushing hug. “Nice to see you too, Lix.” You’d hug him back if you could but he’s got your arms in the vice grip he’s calling a hug and they’re trapped at your sides. You resign to your fate, even letting out a soft laugh as he clings to you. You catch a little of what he’s mumbling into your neck, though you do catch how happy he is to see you and that he missed you while you were gone.

The second of the two walks over with his hands shoved into his pockets. You can tell by the way he’s holding back a smile he’s just as happy to see you but his affection is far less physical than Felix. You catch his eyes, giving the best wave you can while still trapped under your sunshine “Hyunjin, hey.” As much as you had wanted to hate them for their association with Minho, it was impossible and you were quick to forgive them for their unfortunate choice in friends. They at least respected you enough not to mention him around you and effectively let you carve out a small part of the dance department that wasn’t tainted by him.

“Ji said he saw you so Felix had to come find you.” Hyunjin offers as a greeting and explanation, reaching down to grab his best friend by the collar of his leather jacket and hoist him off you. “Are you coming back?” He’s never been one to beat around the bush with you, something you respect. “We’ve missed you around the department.”

You feel a warmth in your chest that’s been gone since you left last year. While the leave of absence had given you time to heal, it had also left an emptiness in you that you know was because you were missing such a huge piece of yourself. Dance had always been your safe place, always been your home whenever you needed it. The idea of leaving your apartment had put such a crippling fear into you that you thought you would never be able to return. It had taken months of hard work but you felt okay enough to return, to fall back into the warmth of a dance studio again.

“Mhm,” you offer as confirmation, nodding as well. Their smiles are infectious, eyes crinkling and lifting a dark cloud you hadn’t realized was lingering. In the most dignified way that you could, you stood from the beanbag. “I’ll see you guys later, I need some air.” You looked to Mae who rose with you but gestured at her to stay, you really only intended to slip out the front door for a quick breath of fresh air before coming back.

You part from the circle, patting both Hyunjin and Felix on the arm as you pass, before walking out the front door. It’s a lot more quiet outside on the front lawn. The party wasn’t a rager by any means, more of a too large gathering with slightly loud music and drinks to share. Tame in comparison to some parties you knew would be going on across campus. You had purposely avoided Greek Row, knowing those parties would be exactly that. You hadn’t counted that the people you were also looking to avoid wouldn’t be throwing their own party on the Row.

A handful of people are mingling outside, not one person paying attention to you as you take a seat on the steps. The concrete is chilly underneath you, coupled with the cooler night air and it sends a shiver through your body. The calm out here has done exactly what you wanted, cooled down your temper and brought your beating anxiety to a manageable level. Seeing Jisung had done more than you wanted to openly admit to yourself, knowing that behind the producer lurks the reason for your anxiety. You needed to flee before you caught eyes with the rest of the group.

You’re unsure how long you’ve been sitting out here, you’re only vaguely aware of people coming and going from their own breaks of the party. The cold metal of the railing pressed into your forehead is comfortable, eyes closing a bit as you relax into the iron banister. The music from the house raises in volume and then quiets again, your assumption being that when someone opens the door and closes it again. You assume you haven’t been out here long because Mae has not come to find you but you wonder if that’s wrong too as a jacket settles over your shoulders.

The smell is familiar and warm, woodsy and deep and full of memories that you can’t seem to bring to the surface no matter how hard you try. You know the smell, you can’t figure out why you do, but it brings a sort of comfort nonetheless that has you pulling the jacket tighter around your shoulders and burying your nose into the collar. The music is loud and then muffled once again and you’re left alone outside with your new jacket and your fuzzy thoughts.

Only when your mouth feels a little too dry and your ass has gone numb from sitting on the cold steps, you finally wander back into the party. Mae’s moved from the spot you left her in and you’ve got enough sense to text her to check on her. A quick exchange, making sure she’s okay. Confirmation from your roommate tells you that she’s alright and you don’t need to wait for her if you want to go home. A simple thumbs up emoji on the message and a thanks for the jacket are sent before closing your phone. You don’t see her confused reply, asking what jacket since she didn’t give you anything.

A red cup pulled from the stack and run under the tap for a drink of water is your destination. The slightly earthy taste from the water is a comfort, reminding you of warm weather back home and spending sweltering days in ponds and lakes to cool off.

Your arms slide through the sleeves of the jacket, settling into the warmth of its soft fabric. The sleeves extend just a little past your fingers, you realize. Mae must have grabbed it from her date, you think, raising the cuff to your nose to practically nuzzle into the hem. It’s a soft jacket and you don’t want to give it back and you wonder if you can convince her to let you keep it as a roommate tax for letting her invite a date to what was meant to be a girl’s night out. Not that you can really blame her, you guess. You’ve spent nearly every waking minute together and most nights cuddled in her bed instead of your own. The nights are the worst, that’s when the anxiety and the fears settle in like they’re meant to call your chest home.

Without your roommate to wait on, you don’t see the point in staying at the party much longer. The place is still as lively as it was before but your social battery is nearing zero quickly and the call of your bed is strong. You won’t admit that the sight of that group has ruined your night, the good mood you were clinging to so desperately has gone with it. Your phone is back in your hand, a quick text to the house chat to let them know you’re headed home and don’t worry about being quiet when they all arrive at their own times.

Lucy is the first to reply, sending a simple blue heart emoji. It makes you smile and you’re shoving your phone back into your pocket while using your other hand to pat down for the key to your apartment.

“Giving yourself a feel because no one else will?”

The voice makes your blood boil immediately, smiling slipping from your face as you turn to look at Minho. He leans against the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Silently cursing your luck, you just roll your eyes and go to walk away but a tug on the hood of your jacket halts your steps. An extremely undignified sound escapes at the yank of the hood and you’re flailing backwards for a second until a hand presses to the middle of your back to halt your fall.

“Falling for me?” He grins at you when you turn to face him.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snap at him while shoving his hand off you roughly. You should have guessed Minho would show up once Jisung had spotted you, you should have made your escape then and never come back into the house. Now you’re living with the consequence of your decision to stay instead of just running then, all because you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that even the idea of him sends you in the opposite direction.

His hands come up and make a gesture intended to placate the anger thrown his way. “Sorry.” Somehow you doubt his apology given that it’s coupled with that stupid, ugly smirk of his. “Heard you were back.” There’s a slightly awkward pause when you choose not to reply, arms crossing over your chest. A facial expression meant to tell him to go on or shut up settles over your face. “Can’t wait to see your introduction performance this year. Break a leg.” You choose to believe he’s mocking you, in no way do you trust his words to be sincere at all. It’s Lee Minho, he doesn’t know how to be sincere.

Eyes narrow as your stare levels on him, mouth opening to say something nasty in retort. The words die in your throat when a gentle hand clamps over your lips and pulls you backwards by your wrist. You watch as Minho is swallowed by the crowd as you’re dragged out of the kitchen and back into the cool air. Outside smells fresh and you wonder if there might be a storm tonight. Part of you hopes there might be, as a way to wash away everything tonight.

“Go home.” The words are barked at you. Oh right, someone dragged you here. Yanking your arm from their grip, rounding to look at them with the insult that was primed for Minho now ready to be flung toward your captor. His glare makes you stop, shrinking back just a little before remembering you’re not afraid of Christopher Bahng.

“I don’t remember you being in charge of my life.” Shoulders square, taking a step to stand toe to toe with him. Damn, did he get wider? You don’t remember him being quite so filled out. “And the bastard approached me first.” You note how his jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth when you argue with him, when you step closer and won’t back down from him. There’s that stupid voice in the back of your head to swing, that you could take him easily.

“Be the bigger person and go home, Cherry.” His voice is much softer but the look on his face doesn’t change. Your lips purse however at the nickname, sucking on your teeth in annoyance of his casual use of that name. He was the one who came up with it after all, him and Minho had adopted that name for you when you were much younger. A way to tease you for always wanting cherry flavored everything- popsicles to hard candies and everything in between. The name tugs at your heart just a little. Traitorous organ.

“Why do I have to be the bigger person?” Your refusal to back down doesn’t seem to bring a surprise, in fact he seems to have expected it. Once again he grabs you with that large hand, wrapping around your bicep and dragging you away from the house into the street.

“Still live at the same place? I’ll walk you home.”

“I don’t need a fucking escort, Chris.” You shrug his hold off. “Touch me again and I’ll break your hand. Make it hard to perform your live introduction piece with a shattered hand I bet.” There was once a time these threats would never have passed your lips in his direction, never at him. Only ever in his defense, only ever to protect those you cared about. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away. Some bullshit like that.

“I’ll make sure Mae gets home safe but you need to go, okay? Just- please.” He almost seems.. desperate? You two are standing in the dark of the street, the street lights too spaced out to illuminate your faces. You can only assume his tone, unable to see the look on his face. If it was light you would see that his eyes are soft, pleading with you to just once listen to him. To take his warning and to go home.

“Awa’ an bile yer heid,” you mutter as you turn away from him and start walking to the bus in order to get back to your apartment. His concern leaves you lost for words, lost for a better retort so you just drop the first dismal you can come up with.

“Speak fucking English!” Chan shouts after you, laughing a bit. You don’t risk looking back, knowing you’d find him watching you with that smile. That smile and those stupidly adorable dimples of his. You raise a hand, sending him a single finger salute without looking back at him. Now that you’re truly alone out here, it feels colder as you walk to the bus stop. Pulling the jacket tighter around your middle, pulling the sleeves down further to hide your fingers from the chilled wind.

Just as you near the bus stop the first raindrop of the autumn season hits your cheek.

・❥・

The morning is crisp after last night’s storm but the clouds have parted for the time. By the time you’re holding your second cup of coffee that morning, your other roommates have joined you out on the back patio in varying degrees of wakefulness. Lucy grumbles something and pulls the mug from your hands, much to your protest, and curls back in her lawnchair with your stolen mug.

“You came home early last night.” She breaks the settled silence, looking over at you.

“Aye, I was wanting to go to bed so my best friend could steal my coffee in the morning.” You’re attempting to reach for your coffee but she bounds out of the chair far faster than someone half awake should be able to. “Chris basically kicked me out.”

“Wait, kicked you out? I thought you weren’t going to Greek parties?” Elsie turns from where she was smoking and smushes the half smoked cigarette under her boot. “You know, to avoid him and his satanic best friend.”

“We didn’t go to the Row.” Mae comes to defense quickly, poking her head up from your lap, eyes opening for the first time since settling in on top of you. “They were there, not our fault. Jisung saw us first and then ran away to spread the news as quickly as he could.”

“That tiny chipmunk bastard can’t keep a single thing to himself, can he?” Elsie rolls her eyes, dropping into Lucy’s now abandoned chair. “Has to play Minho’s ever loyal bitch- ow.” Lucy’s fist remains on top of Elsie’s head where she’d knocked her knuckles into her sister’s head in warning. “Sorry. Loyal pet- fucking ow.” Elsie reaches up to swat at the other’s hand.

“Basically Minho was being Minho, trying to start something and Chris came to the rescue as always. He dragged me out of the house and told me to go home. Basically ordered me, the fucking bastard.”

“I love when you get angry and your accent is so thick I can barely understand you. Really love the mental workout this morning.” Mae loves to tease the three of you for your accents, according to her they make you almost unable to be understood when speaking English around the house. She often jokes that learning to speak Scots is now her third language.

“Lap privileges revoked.” You shift so her head is no longer in your lap, using the opportunity to stand as well. “I need to head to the studio anyway, finish working on this routine for the introductory performance next week.”

“Lu already packed you lunch. It’s in the fridge and your favorite water bottle is in the freezer to take with you too.” Elsie is quick to inform you with a grin. Lucy beams from where she’s sitting, eyes still closed as she drinks (your) her coffee.

“I’ll come with I need to finish mine,” Mae says between struggling yawns before heading to your shared room to get ready. When you tell her you’ll meet her outside she sends you a thumbs up over her head in acknowledgement.

・❥・

“So whose jacket did you take home last night? I’ve never seen that one.” That same jacket that is thrown over one of the chairs in the corner with your bag. Your head lifts to follow her accusatory finger before dropping back down, the dull thud of your head hitting hardwood sounding a lot louder in the empty studio space than reality.

“I thought you gave it to me last night. When I went out to get air.”

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ on the word. “Did you just steal a jacket?”

“Yah! I don’t just steal things. It was given to me, thank you very much.”

A contemplative hum through closed lips but she doesn’t say anything more. You can almost see the cogs turning in her mind and you want to ask what she’s thinking but the subject is changed quickly.

“How are you feeling about the dance?” She watches you in the ceiling to floor mirrors before turning to actually face you. Your head rolls to the side, looking at her now instead of staring up at the ceiling.

“Nervous. Director Yun gave me some really great advice and feedback after looking at my taped final. I don’t know, I’m really outside of my comfort zone here- but that’s the whole point right? I’m not here to perfect what I already know, I want to learn where I’m weak. How else can I be a big time choreographer if all I can do is a pirouette and a chassé.”

“You’re not doing ballet this year?” A new voice chimes into the conversation and you swear your eyes might just roll hard enough to fall out of your head. It would be far more preferable than this conversation. “So the old dog does know more than one trick.”

“We’re the same fucking age, Minho.” You're propped up on your elbows now, eyes narrowed as he stands in the doorway. He’s not alone of course, you note. He’s never alone. You wonder if he’s still holding the fear of being alone, that at the end of everything he’ll just be as lonely as he was before.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And I’m not going to.” Moving to sit up, you reach for the discarded canvas pirouette slips. “Leave so I can practice.”

“No.” You don’t even need to look at him to know that stupid smirk is there.

“No? The fuck do you mean no?” He ignores your question and walks in, Chan following behind. You watch the both of them with hands on hips before glancing back at Mae. The confusion and fury is written all over your face but the two newcomers are either choosing to ignore it or just don’t see it. You’d bet your life savings that it’s the former.

“You’re not the only person needing to practice for the introduction performance.” As if that is meant to explain why he’s trying to kick you out of the room you’ve been using. His dance bag drops on top of yours. “I’ll help you and then you can leave so I can use the room.”

“I don’t need your help.” You hate how it comes out more like a question. Stomping over, you grab his bag and shove it back at him. “The fuck do you have in there? Bricks? The fuck it’s so heavy for.” You attempt to shove him and his bag out the door but the canvas on your feet means you just end up sliding a little. Real dignified.

“You said you weren’t doing ballet this year for your dance. Seriously, let me help.” Wow, he almost sounds genuine. Which only makes you far more suspicious. Eyes narrow as he watches you, standing in silence that’s too heavy and too tense. The other two in the room don’t say anything, afraid of leaving with bite marks should they get between the two fighting cats.

“Fine,” you snap, dropping his bag and watching with pride as he fumbles it a little as he wasn’t really holding it. You toss a look to Mae that says more than you could voice right now. Surprisingly she’s already grabbed a couple chairs off the stack, presumably with Chan’s help, and sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. A cheerful thumbs up from her settles the butterflies you didn’t notice had taken up residence in your gut.

Minho is at your side in a beat, his stuff placed back on top of yours. A very are-you-for-real? look in his direction that he just gives you a smile, bunny teeth and all. Mae’s been in charge of the music and you give her a look through the mirror to start it again. On the count you step out into your first move and get lost again in the feeling of your body moving to the music. All you see is yourself in the mirror, critical of every single twitch of muscle and wrinkle of skin. You catch Minho’s eyes in the mirror and you can’t look away.

The intensity in his eyes is captivating, watching every small step and maneuver you put your body through. You’ve seen that look on his face before, years ago, when he would watch you practice your ballet routines or when he was helping with taekwondo. It’s somehow comforting to see him tracking your hands, your feet, watching how you throw your body through the air as if you’re made of a feather instead of a human body.

You can’t take your eyes off him watching you. His eyes meet yours in the mirror. All you can see is him. All he can pay attention to is you.

What you two don’t see is Chan and Mae shaking hands over a friendly bet and sharing knowing smiles.

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via-l0ve · 8 months

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Hello! I've been binging your fics/imagines lately and I just can't get enough! I don't know if this was ever done before, but--

Could you do a general, platonic (perhaps mildly romantic, like how I see Dean kinda gushing over Y/N idk, your choice!) imagine on how the men (Sam, Dean, Castiel, maybe Crowley [which would be funny]) would react to Y/N being some kind of powerful angel, like that sits at a pretty high rank and has the power to do all sorts of stuff? Healing, destroying, anger being so destructive it could kill a human (but albeit a peaceful being). This angel would probably serve as a guardian to the Winchesters, or a superior to Cass or a complete surprise and maybe unlikely companion for Crowley? I imagine it'd be a scenario where they're saved last second during a massive fight, probably get to know er type deal. This sounds kind of cheesy as I ask someone else to write this but I hope it doesn't sound too weird, I almost wanna go anonymous HAHA. I know this is VERY specific but I don't wanna confuse you! It's something I wanna write out into a fic myself but the way you write would make it super interesting! :)

So sorry if this was too much, I'm very descriptive!

Angel. (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: stop omg. this idea is so cool! also - thank you for the kind words!! i appreciate you so much!! i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: slightly romantic!!

Dean:

Dean met you on a hunt

he was being himself and basically bleeding out, but he was still fighting

you, being in charge of the dink, had to come down and help out

when you appear, a bolt of white light strikes the ground and your voice projects through the atmosphere

“you will not hurt this man.” you say, hair blowing in the wind and eyes glowing

dean was flabbergasted, also a little scared, but also a little bit in love

eventually you just kill the entire vampire nest because they’re stupid and you turn to dean.

“are you okay?”

he’s even more confused because this angel just came down and slaughtered the threats to him and now they’re talking so.. nice.

you heal his wounds and boom. now he’s your friend

he follows you around like a lost puppy and also brags that he’s friends with not one, but two angels, and one is even more powerful and higher up than fucking CASTIEL.

as he gets to know you he knows how sweet you are and it inteigues him even more because - as i said, you’re a powerful angel who can kill anyone but you’re so nice to him, Sam, Bobby and Cas.

the first time he sees you angry he literally gets all red and falls for you

—

Sam:

You first met sam when he was basically bleeding out in a motel room

Dean had gone to get food and sam had been hiding a pretty nasty gash from him

so now he was sitting alone trying to patch himself up (and being unsuccessful)

so, you made your appearance and tried to keep him calm

you appeared and he saw you and went 👁️👄👁️

“it’s okay. i’m an angel. i will not hurt you.” you say softly, stepping towards him

sam is still a little wary but he lets you heal him

you press your fingers to his forehead and he’s all good (albeit a little scared hahah)

he always has the smuggest little smirk on his face when you get angry on his behalf

he likes the feeling of having such a powerful being watching over him all the time but it also makes him nervous because of… his past💀

addicts recover

—

Castiel:

When you came down from heaven to help the Winchesters and Castiel, he was happy to see you

he knew, despite rebelling from heaven, you wouldn’t judge him

he spends a lot of time near you

like, standing right next to you

i like to think that you have better “people skills” than him for whatever reason (it’s just funny) and he just kind of sticks to you ykwim

he thinks you’re so cool

he dosent step in to help you in fights because he knows you can handle it and kill anyone you want

he’s blushing and kicking his feet when he sees you🤭🤭🤭

absolute power couple if you guys got together like omg

but yeah

he always defends you if anyone says shit

he’s just such a cutie pie

—

Crowley:

you popped in when crowley was holding dean and sam hostage

you came into the room, eyes rolling already.

“let them go.” you said, voice sounding bored as you’d done this multiple times already.

crowley looks at you

“oh god, you again.” he scoffs

BUT he dosent even bother to argue and lets them go

which shocks the boys because that’s not like crowley

but he’s smitten for you

it’s giving enemies to lovers

but anyways

you guys have many encounters and end up talking a lot

crowley talks about hell and you talk about heaven

and he finds himself not hating you

and suddenly he wants to be around you more and learn about you and watch you be a badass angel

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #castiel x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #castiel #sam winchester x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #dean winchester supernatural #sam winchester supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #castiel supernatural #supernatural #crowley supernatural

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zmediaoutlet · 1 year

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What's your opinion on the fandom rhetoric about how Sam lacks bodily autonomy but Dean has it? I personally think it's weird that it's such a widespread idea when it's just blatantly untrue. A big theme for Dean's character is that his body is seen as a weapon or tool for others to use, so it's strange that people claim that he has full bodily autonomy.

(...okay, that the gif is by 'unfuckablebogtroll' is somehow very fitting.)

I think my main opinion of the fandom rhetoric is that there are a lot of batshit bitter sam girls who screech that dean is a meanie meanerton who doesn't respect sammy's presh 'tonomy and there are a lot of batshit extreme dean girls who wail about how sam is a meanie meanerton who, idk, waterboards dean in his spare time or whatever they're complaining about this week (I've unfollowed as many as I can of both camps), so for the most part both groups can be completely flushed down into the sewers of 'jesus christ, do you guys ever actually watch the show rather than circlejerk the same four arguments about it? ...no? oh. well, at least you're honest.'

So, with that said.

Yeah, obviously Dean lacks autonomy. But there's a difference between autonomy and agency, and I'm not going to pretend to have a super solid grasp on either (since a lot of philosophical debate [especially by fangirls] makes me want to jump into the aforementioned sewer just not to hear it anymore), but I can at least kind of make a stab, since you asked.

At least in the way I understand it (do you see all the caveats), bodily autonomy is literally getting to decide what happens to your body, including where it goes and who's inside it and what's done with it, and agency is general decision-making of like the brain sort -- what decisions will I make, who will I be, and so on. Both Sam and Dean are assailed on both fronts alllllll the time. Fandom folks tend to exaggerate those assaults on their preferred brother (because, for some reason, egregious victimhood is the only way you get to be a cool character?? what is that about.), but as with a lot of things in CW's Supernatural, the actual facts are a lot more balanced than fandom weirdos will admit.

Sure, Sam's got a bunch of autonomy assaults. Torture, possession, etc. Most of the time, though, I see his agency as pretty intact. He may not necessarily want to do some of the things he does (childhood hunting comes in here), but he chooses to do them. Is he manipulated sometimes? Sure. Lied to? Obv. But there's an essential steel pillar at the center of Sam and whether they're good choices or whether they're bad choices, he is the one who makes them, and he lives with those consequences. This is part of why the s9 thing with Gadreel is troubling: yeah, it's about bodily autonomy on one (more boring) level, but the much bigger problem is that Dean overrode his agency -- part of why I tend to believe that Sam's biggest objection is that Dean lied and then couldn't apologize for it, when Sam's agency is the most precious thing he owns. Now, he's a smart guy, and there are times his agency does take a blow because of some canon circumstance -- he doesn't want to do X but the world will end if Y, so X it is -- but for the most part Sam's solid and he can live with what he has to do. Though he won't pointlessly die of blue balls about it. What a silly stand on agency that would be.

Dean, meanwhile, doesn't actually have his bodily autonomy violated too much. By which I mean: of course, Dean-as-object is one of my favorite tags, of COURSE he's used as a meatsack and a weapon and a fuckdoll and all those lovely things. But he's very rarely literally possessed; he's holding the blade or the gun or what-have-you. That said, his agency is in the fuckin' gutter, haha, and that's more often what I mean by Dean-as-object. From childhood he's fully expecting to be told what to do, to be used as a pawn, to be used in other ways, to take on someone else's responsibility and make it his own and subsume his actual desires and wants for the good of... whoever. Usually John, but not always. This is something Sam doesn't really... do, that often. Sam might hate that he's making a choice but he does seem to understand that he is the one making it, whereas on Dean's part it so often feels like the choice is automatic -- of course he'll do what John says, of course he'll sell his soul, of course he'll... kiss some lady so the Qareen chases him instead. Now, are all those things tied to autonomy, too? Of course. But with Dean I feel like it's a bigger issue that his agency has been taken out at the knees ever since he was ~5 years old -- the autonomy problem is very much secondary.

Agency and autonomy are tied together and assaults on both happen relatively equally to both characters. What matters more is their attitudes about it, and their natures (whether they're essential or if they've been nurtured into acting a particular way). And, of course, there are different times in canon where these tendencies shift or even flip, e.g. in late s8 where Sam's certainty wobbles, or in s10 where Dean's autonomy w/r/t the Mark of Cain is really dicey.

Violated vs violable, victimized vs victim. A ton of it is in the eye of the beholder and OBVIOUSLY fandom will just sail off in its own directions any ol' way, depending on what shipping mood someone is in, how much projection is going on, what the phase of the moon is, etc. But generally speaking I find that Sam has a lot of agency in his life but often his autonomy is imperilled; Dean has a lot of autonomy but his agency is practically nil. At least for a while. What's nice is that Sam does have agency and he uses that agency to choose his own path in life, decide what he wants, and what he wants is -- a life with Dean. Dean maybe never really had a choice in the matter, but so what? He can stay in his bunker, and fight the monsters he needs to fight, and -- lucky for him, there's a strong hand covering his left side. What more could a cat ask for.

#answers #spn meta #i imagine people will hate on this but fuck it #people who don't respect sam's agency: miss me #or whatever it is the kids say #people who think dean can make up his own mind: lol #where were you when uhh all of the backstory happened #now obv it's all very nuanced and complicated but like #why are you doing the trauma olympics #it all sucks. they choose to deal with it and live.#hallelujah

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topofmythighs · 2 years

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slow down

sam winchester x female reader

rundown: reader is so excited to show sam everything she bought while the boys were busy.

based on: “slow down” by chase atlantic

warnings: where do i begin? dom!sam, sub!reader, daddy!kink, hands fetish, spit!kink, breeding!kink, unprotected!sex, toy!play, degradation!kink, dd/lg themes, bde fetish. but aftercare central <3333 please don’t read this if the themes in this work make you uncomfy, or if you’re under the age of 18.

word count: 3,462

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she and sam have always been different from one another.

she has looked put together every day since she and sam met. even when she would meet him first thing in the morning at bobby's house, sam couldn't find a single flaw. her hair was always done, and her nails too. she always had accessorized outfits put together, and even when sam would catch her underdressed, she still stole his heart. he admired how someone so effortlessly beautiful would still work to prove that she was godly.

a lot of people gawked at her and would question why sam was with her. the intent of their concern was almost always surrounding her dark demeanour mixing with his - like water to oil - but sam found it quite endearing. he always has, even as their relationship has shifted from college lovers to on-the-road soulmates. he never questioned his attraction to her.

she stayed home most of the time, keeping her promise to sam that she wouldn't get involved in hunting. she would join them on their trips sometimes, but sam made sure she was never seen with the winchesters. the brothers would always come home with a successful kill, and she would always come home with shopping bags from the mall. she rambles to the brothers about everything she gets, even though she knows they aren't interested.

the stars pass by quickly as the impala speeds down the back road.

"i got this cool new shirt," she says in the back of the car, holding it up so dean could see it in the rearview mirror. "it's got a motorcycle on it, it's pretty cool." she smiles and continues on with her shopping haul, and the brothers share gazes with each other, used to this routine. "i also noticed that neither of you guys have, like," she paused her thought as she looked through the bag. "nice clothes?"

"hey!" dean interrupts. "you're kind enough to do our laundry but mean enough to dump on our clothes?" his eyes are squinting at her in the rear view mirror, trying to be grumpy, but it’s impossible - even for dean - to be upset with her.

she giggles, and sam's heart lights up. "yeah, i guess i am, but whatever. here," she says, scooching to the middle of the backseat. she hands the men their gifts. "a few new flannels and some shirts for you both."

her head is in between the brothers', poking it into the front so she could see their reactions. she can feel the warmth of the men and is tempted to stay in this spot forever, but she’s pulled from her thoughts with a kiss on her cheek from sam.

"thank you, angel. you're too sweet."

she blushes and stares into his eyes, smiling. "couldn't find a lot of stuff for me, but i still needed to shop," she adds, sliding back onto the backseat and grabbing more stuff, but not showing the men. "oh, and, socks and underwear for you guys, too."

dean smiles at her through the rearview mirror. "thank you, kid. show me my stuff!"

she laughs and takes his items back from his lap, continuing to show off dean's items the same way she did hers. sam smiles to himself, so glad that his brother and her get along so well. he stares out the window, watching the corn fields zip by as dean crushes the speed limit. she keeps everyone entertained, her angelic voice telling stories about all the different kinds of people she saw at the mall. with her keeping everyone awake and laughing, the drive back to the bunker doesn't seem so long.

when dean parks the impala, she grabs her bags from the back, gets out, and skips her way to the door, swinging the bags around. sam laughs and shakes his head as he grabs his bag from the back, following her and dean following sam.

sam unlocks the door for everyone, his girlfriend's hands being too full to do it. she giggles at him and says thank you, immediately descending the stairs and going to put her stuff away.

"her routine is so cute," dean says as he and sam slam their dufflebags onto the table.

sam laughs. "it really is. thanks for the hunt, dean, but i'm exhausted. i'll see you in the morning?"

dean nods, tilting his freshly cracked beer to sam. sam smiles and makes his way down the hall to his and his girlfriend's room, seeing her arranging everything in their closet.

"hi angel," sam greets, closing the door. she turns her eyes away from the closet and blushes, greeting him back. "you got a lot of nice stuff today."

she smiles and nods, turning and walking towards sam. she takes his hands in hers and reaches on her tiptoes to kiss him. the bedside table lamps illuminate her face and the fairy lights from inside the closet give her a genuine twinkle to her eyes. "isn't it all so cute?"

he smiles back. "mhm, it's all super cute, angel." he kisses her again and then she pulls away.

"wanna show you what else i got today," she says, letting go of his hands. "close your eyes," she sings. sam feels her presence melt away, and she rustles a few bags. after a few moments, she pulls sam to where he needs to be, and he wraps his arms around her from behind. she gently tells him to open his eyes.

when he opens, his grip tightens on her. on the white blanketed bed, she's laid out a pink, lacy lingerie set and new sex toys in their packaging.

"what's all this?" he asks, kissing her head.

she spins around in his arms, giggles into his chest for a second, and then meets her black smudged eyes to his. "will you please play with me, daddy?" she asks, smiling cutely up at sam.

he smiles back at her, pulling her long hair gently so she tips her head back. he presses kisses along her neck, muttering "of course, i will, babygirl."

her hands are on his chest and they tighten around his shirt. "thank you," she whispers, her breathing deep.

sam smirks and moves so he can look into her eyes again. "let's get you changed," he says, hands tight on her hips as the twinkle in her eyes proves her innocence.

she giggles again, and sam feels his body grow warm. "i did back at the mall! do you wanna see?"

without replying, sam tugs at her black shirt, and she lifts it up over her head. her chest is hugged tight with black, lacy fabric, similar to the set on the bed.

"very pretty, angel," sam whispers, kissing her chest.

she pushes her hips towards his for friction. "daddy," she whines. "tired of standin'."

"put your stuff away then, babygirl," he says, and she quickly does, interpreting it as a command. she leaves out a new vibrator, though.

she holds it up to show sam. "thought we could try it tonight?"

sam smirks at her, his body becoming warmer. “i’d love to, angel.”

she walks until she’s right against his chest, looking up at him with her large doe eyes that make sam melt. she blushes from sam’s stare and opens her mouth, her tongue falling past her lips a little. sam grabs her hip and tugs her even closer, her body getting goosebumps from desire. he cups her jaw with his large hand, placing his thumb on her tongue.

although they were considered polar opposites, there was one thing the pair has always understood about each other with little to no communication, and that was what each other wanted during sex. the pairing may not have felt standard, but when bodies were glistening with sweat and the lights were turned down low, they crossed celestial paths, making each other feel like no other had. she was submissive, bratty enough to challenge sam some days, but obedient enough to make him melt. he took control of her every time he could, whether it was in the bedroom or not. this, her mouth open and waiting to be filled, was something the pair did a lot. sometimes an innocent act, sometimes not. she wanted reminders that she belonged to him, so she often found herself making her mouth busy with his fingers. sam always thought of it fondly, something his girl needed to feel safe, so he never argued against it.

“be good for me tonight, princess,” he whispers, and she looks at him with stars in her eyes.

her hand grabs his, gently removing his thumb from her mouth. “always, daddy,” she smiles.

he guides her to their bed, gently laying her down on her back. his fingers graced her thighs so lightly that she almost didn’t feel it, but she knew sam wanted her to be naked, all his. she nods at sam who is looming over her, and he delicately strips her of her tight black jeans. her hips buck at his touch, desperate for him to do more. his lips meet her bare thighs, jeans discarded on the ground. while he kisses her thighs, she tugs at his cotton t-shirt, and he pulls it over his head in seconds, adding it to the pile of disregarded, useless clothes on the floor. her fingers intertwine in his hair as his warmth radiates onto the neediest parts of her body. sam bites hickies onto her inner thighs, mouth so close to where she wants him most.

“daddy,” she moans, fingers tightening around his hair. “please, need you.”

he smirks and continues to kiss everywhere but behind her lacy lingerie. “that bad?” his fingers trace around her wet lingerie, proving that she wants nothing more. he presses more kisses to her thighs. “want these off.”

she giggles as she bucks her hips, helping sam pull the wet, lacy lingerie down her legs. her hands clamp back into sam’s hair, pulling as he finally exposes her. he pulls her legs over his shoulders so he can angle her perfectly. his tongue finds her wet heat, and he hears a loud moan from the submissive girl.

she tries to pull him closer by his hair. “daddy, more, please,” she whines, moaning more as sam’s fingers touch her clit.

“gonna finger fuck you while we play with that new toy,” sam mutters, pulling away from the pleading girl. her legs lay against the mattress again, her chest moving quickly. she tries to keep sam as close to her as possible, even as he opens the box of the vibrator. her hands are too distracting, so be grabs her face with his large, warm hand, forcing her to look at him. “slow down, pretty girl,” he whispers. her eyes glisten back, a small whine passing her lips. “daddy’s gonna take care of you, just slow down.”

his hand moves from her face, and she follows his body, sitting up to stay close to him. she’s sitting in front of him as he opens the box, his long fingers opening it as quick as possible. his hand wraps around the vibe so easily, and in her lovesick gaze, she drools. her spit falls onto his hand, sliding onto the toy. he looks at her. “my dumb, pretty princess,” he says.

her large doe eyes meet his again, lips glistening. she quickly tries to dry her mouth, close to muttering small apologies under her breath, but sam kisses her before she can. he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls as they kiss, bringing her onto his jean covered thigh. without direction, her arms wrap around sam’s neck as she humps his thigh, desperate beyond belief.

“want to use this on you, pretty girl,” sam mutters as his lips graze her skin. she replies with breathy pleas, laying back down so sam can take advantage of her.

he smirks as he sits above her again. he turns the toy on, pleasant that it comes pre-charged. her hips buck at the noise of the vibe, mouth falling open again. sam is gentle as he watches his angel’s face fall open from the pleasure of the toy against her clit. she’s loud and moaning for sam to finger her, and he does without objection. two of his long fingers stretch her hole, gaining short moans from the girl underneath him. he feels his cock throb in his jeans, desperate to have one of her holes taking it. her hand rests on his neck, bringing his face close to hers. her mouth falls open, and sam's cock throbs again.

"my whore," he mutters, looking into her sparkly doe eyes.

she nods, moaning a "yes, daddy," and sticking her tongue out.

sam kisses her cheek before spitting in her mouth, knowing that her desperation calls for any form of sam inside of her. she happily swallows and puts her face in his neck as her fingers her faster.

“daddy,” she moans against his neck. “need you- need you, please.”

he laughs a little to embarrass her, feeling her respond to him with another jolt of her hips. his fingers are sliding in and out of her with ease, wetness soaking them.

“of course, princess,” he says, removing his fingers from her. “stay put.”

she watches him, lacking stimulation. the toy is on the bed next to her and sam’s fingers are busy undoing his jeans. she moves her hips as she watches him take his cock out. it takes everything in her not to grab at him and put his cock in her mouth, but he asked her to stay put, and she always listens to him. he lays back down on top of her, and her arms wrap around his neck again. they kiss messily, both of them focusing on sam’s cock being inside her. she hasn’t felt this needy in a long time, and sam knows that it’s embarrassing her a little bit, but he remedies it by kissing all over her neck as he slides into her. her hands move to his back, and her black, sharp nails scratch at his back. they moan, the feelings of pain and pleasure mixing together. sam presses his face into her neck as her hands pull at his hair, begging for him to be as deep in her as he possibly can be.

“wan’,” she starts, being cut off by a moan.

“what babygirl?” sam asks, stilling his thrusts. he looks into her sparkly doe eyes, and she blushes.

“wan’ ride you,” she whispers, her hands tight in his hair. sam moans and kisses her deeply, sitting up and helping her adjust on top of him.

she giggles as she places her hands on sam’s shoulders, taking in just how buff and defined sam’s body is. she nuzzles into his neck, kissing it and pleading, “please breed me, daddy.”

sam moans as she rides him, leaving fingerprints in her hips as he helps her. her head tilts back, loud moans leaving her mouth as sam moves his hand from her hip to her back, skillfully undoing her lacy bra in one quick motion. he sucks at her nipples, making her clench around his cock. she grabs his hair, desperate to be as close to him as possible.

he uses his free hand to find the vibrator, placing it delicately into her clit as she bounces on his cock. her moans grow louder, arms wrapping around sam’s neck as he purrs praises into her hair that would give a priest a heart attack.

“daddy,” she whines, “daddy, please.” her black eye makeup is smudged from the small amount of tears leaving her eyes, the pleasure almost too much for her.

“what do you need baby?” sam asks, forcing his cock deeper into her hole.

“please,” she begs, clenching around his cock again. “need your cock in me as deep as possible,” she breathes out, trying to push down farther. she kisses his mouth hard and sloppy before putting her mouth near his ear and whispering, “please breed your little girl.”

sam moans loudly at the slutty plead, feeling his cock stiffen in her hole. he knows he’s close, so he turns up the speed on the vibrator so she feels the same. she pulls at his hair more, begging to have him cum in her.

“daddy,” she cries, more tears escaping her eyes. sam looks at her pretty face, growing closer to cumming when he sees her smeared makeup. “daddy, please, just cum in me!”

his hand finds its way around her throat, disregarding the vibrator and focusing on the notion of her head rush. his hand squeezes as he tells her to cum, and she does, crying loudly for sam to breed her.

with one more clench of her hole around his cock, he can feel his cock pulsing, cum pouring out and into her. she rocks more on him to savour the feeling of being full, her mouth hanging open and drooling onto his chest from pleasure. he tilts his head back, his hand leaving her throat and moving to her thighs to massage them while she sits on his cock in full bliss.

her hands move to his chest, resting them on there while we moves her up and off of his cock. he kisses her neck and down to her shoulders before she slumps against him, cuddling him closely.

“thank you,” she whispers.

he smiles down at her, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she shuts them to drown out the light from the side table’s lamp. “you’re welcome, angel. thank you.”

she only nods, her mouth beginning to fall open as her body falls slack from the intensity. sam smiles to himself, knowing that she’s quick to fall asleep after sex. he props up a pillow to take his place, laying her down onto it while he gets the essentials.

he’s quick to dress himself in a new pair of black boxers and a large thrifted t-shirt, curtesy of his angel. he leaves the room, turning down the hall lights in the bunker before refilling her comfort water bottle with ice cold water in the kitchen. he makes sure he’s quiet, hoping dean doesn’t hear him now and didn’t hear them all night. he makes his way back to his bedroom with no sign of dean, and quickly, yet quietly, shuts the bedroom door.

he notices her sat up in bed with the throw blanket wrapped around her, her hair messy and her makeup smudged even more. he smiles softly at her.

“here, baby,” he whispers, passing her the water bottle. “drink while i pick out a shirt for you.”

she smiles back, hoping the smudged eyeliner doesn’t make her look like a circus freak. she watches sam intently choose one of his soft t-shirts for her, and she feels her heart warm up when he chooses a purple graphic t-shirt. it’s so worn that anyone else could barely tell what was on it, but she remembers the purple dog shirt from their freshman year of college. her heart is still swelling when he hands the shirt to her, pressing a kiss to her head.

“arms up,” he mutters, and she follows his direction, happy when the shirt falls over her. he crouches down, holding her face in his hands. “you did so well for me, angel.”

she smiles the best she can, placing her hands over his much larger ones. “thank you.”

he kisses her again before grabbing a makeup wipe from the bedside table, carefully undoing all of the hard work on her face from the morning. she smiles as sam cups her face with one hand and gently rubs off her makeup with the other. “don’t forget to do this properly in the morning so it doesn’t look like i jumped your guts,” sam teases, and she nods, looking up at him with her relatively makeup free eyes.

he smiles at her again, tossing the wipe onto the side table and reaching for the second drawer to find a towel to wipe up her thighs. she offers to do it herself, but sam shakes his head, pressing more soft kisses to her thighs as he wipes up what he can.

their hearts pound with love and admiration for one another, the feeling only growing stronger as he lays down beside her and invites her to rest her head on his chest. she presses kisses to his body, all the way up to his lips, muttering a small loving compliment. he rubs her back as they fall asleep, both of them drifting off to sleep in the pitch black darkness of their chilly bedroom.

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Study- Dean Winchester

summary- Studying up different spells to help protect you and the boys, but he's just so perfect.

a/n: hey.... so ik i haven't posted in like forever and I'm really sorry, i have like 40 drafts rn, but its cool. so heres the Dean Winchester post from the poll, if you would like to see something and and such, PLEASE do not have any doubts about messaging me, i promise I won't judge you. enjoy!!

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You were sitting at the bunker table, studying up on different spells, along with what certain herbs and such do what.

Dean was sitting across from you, on his computer taking notes for something. He'd take a sip of his beer every couple of minutes, when it emptied, he'd go get a new one.

He was so focused on whatever it is he was jotting down, he never noticed the five minute breaks you took just to stare at him. His face was focused, eyes darting across the screen, then to the paper.

Everything about his just seemed so perfect. You went back to your book you were reading, jotting down the more important things you need and few smaller things just incase.

You got up to get a Dr. Pepper from the fridge. Once you get to the table you set it down at the end of the table. You walk over to behind Dean and wrap your arms around his neck, coming down to kiss his cheek.

"Hey hun." He says looking up to you. "Hi." You smile and press a quick kiss to his lips. He smiles at you, one of your favorite sights.

"You wanna go somewhere?" You ask. "Thought we were studying." He says with a small laugh. "We were. For like an hour." You both laugh.

"How about we go get a burger.. and maybe some pie?" You suggested. "Yeah that sounds good to me lets go." You smile at his enthusiasm. You're both walk to the impala.

You both climb in and Dean drives out. The sun is shining and you roll your window down. "I love the sun." You say smiling as the warm light hits your face.

"I love the sun because it makes you glow." Dean says, glancing over at you then back to the road. "I love the sun because it makes your eyes shine." You say looking to him.

Dean pulls into Biggerson's. You walk in. "Table for two please." You smile at the waitress. "Of course follow me this way." You both sit down and order.

You both get the same burger, it's very big and very messy. "You gonne be able eat all that?" Dean asks. "Yeah obviously." You say. "I've never seen you eat a burger that big." Dean says. "That's right. I've only eaten burgers around Sam." You says smiling. "I'm gonna call Sam." Dean pulls out his phone calling Sam.

"Y/n only eats burgers around you?" Dean asks. "Dude she become more manly then you." Sam says laughing. "What? More manly then me? " Dean says.

You grab the phone from Dean. "Seriously Sam? More manly then Dean?" You say slightly offended but still laughing. "Just eat your burgers." Sam says before hanging up.

You both start into your burgers, sauce dripping down your hands and sitting at the corner of your mouth. You're done in a little under ten minutes, bite after bite.

"How did you finish before me?" Dean asks, almost done with his. "It was good. I'm gonna go to the bathroom." you say with a smile, walking to the bathroom.

You're washing your hands as another lady comes up to you. "Was that you and your boyfriend with the burgers?" She asks. "Yeah it was." You say as you take a paper towel and cleaning up your face.

"I just wanna say you guys are so cute together. I can tell your energies belong with eachother." She says. "That means so much. Thank you." You say. You smile at her and walk back to the table.

"A lady in the bathroom said we were cute together and that she could yell out energies belong with eachother." You say sitting down smiling.

"Really?" He says. "Yeah. You ready to go? there's a pie place I wanna show you." You say. "Yeah I already payed." You both stand up and walk out.

"Can I drive?" You ask. He gives you a look before sighing. "Yeah." He says while handing you the keys. "Really?" You ask surprised.

"Yes. But be careful please." Dean says. "I'm always careful." You say before climbing in. You start driving, and Dean moves closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You pull into the restaurant. "Pinky's Pies?" Dean asks. "You'll love it." You say pulling into a parking spot. You both step out, and start walking in.

"Y/n! Is this you're boyfriend you were talking about?" A girl at the counter said as you walked up. " Yes he is, Rosie this is Dean, Dean this is Rosie." You say. " Nice to meet you. " Dean smiles.

"Can we get the sample tray please?" You ask. "Of course. $15.53." Rosie says. You pay her and tell Dean to go find a spot. Rosie hands you this big tray full of different pie flavors, each labeled with little cards.

You take the tray and walk back to where Dean sat down. "Oh my.." Dean marvels as you set the tray down.

"I told you you'd love it." You say smiling and sitting down. The both of you take your time trying each sample, laughing at different things here and there and giving opinions. After trying all of them you each state your favorite. "Let's say it at the same time." Dean says.

"Three two one, Cherry." Dean says cherry at the same time as you. "This cherry pie is amazing by all means, but yours tops it." Dean says.

"Mine?" You ask. "Yes yours." He says back. Your phone starts to ring. "Hello?" You ask. "Hey come on back I have movie night set up." Sam says.

"Ok, we're just finishing up anyways." You say. "Ok hun come on, Sammy has a movie night set up." You say. Dean smiles at you as you take his hand and walk back out to the car, waving to Rosie on the way.

When you get back to the bunker, you walk in to see Gabe and Cas. "Hey guys, Sam invite you?" You ask setting your purse down on the table. " Yes. " Cas says. "Well come here I haven't seen you two in a while." You say opening your arms. Cas hugs you first then Gabe. Gabe kisses you on the cheek, something he's always done when the two of you got close. And every time Dean had the same reaction.

"Hey hey, this is my lady." His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "All yours." Gabe says laughing. "Ok lets go, I wanna see the movies Sam picked out." You run off into Dean's 'man cave', the rest soon to follow.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, tears, screams, all different reactions from different movie picks.

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