#how are you gonna be a supernatural fan and whine about them doing bad things THATS THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT OF THE SHOW

[soullessjack]

“Dean still isn’t Jacks dad” “which brother is more misogynistic” “name [character] transgression” do you people ever talk about anything remotely interesting or is it a constant miserable pissing contest to see whose baby wins the pageant

[suckmysupernatural]

Meal Plan

Word Count: 2k, one shot

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Platonic-ish)

Warnings: talk of meal plan (obvi), eating disorder tendencies, vomitting, unhealthy relationship, body insecurity, manipulation

Summary: You are so happy to return to the set of Supernatural and film with your best friends, Jared and Jensen. You feel and look great, although your boyfriend Jeff begs to differ. Jensen soon finds out about the unhealthy ways you have been losing weight. 

A/N: Hey, y’all! This is my first Jensen fic, let me know what you think!! 

You couldn’t help that you had a bounce in your step as you made your way onto the lot. The hiatus was finally over, and it was time to start filming. You had been on Supernatural for a little over three seasons now, playing a badass hunter that had teamed up with the Winchesters. It was the job you had always dreamed about. 

Your first day on set, you knew that you were a part of something special. Right away the cast and crew welcomed you with open arms, especially your new co-stars. Jared and Jensen had become two of your best friends, ones you had missed a lot over the break. You lived in Austin like the boys, but your busy schedules always seemed to conflict. You had only one dinner with them over the summer at Jared’s house. Seeing Gen and the kids was a blast... if only you could do it more often. 

“Y/N!” a deep voice cried out. You spotted the boys almost immediately, jogging up to them. Jared wasted no time picking you up into a tight hug.

 “Jar… I can’t breathe,” you whined before he set you down. 

“Sorry, Y/N. It has just been forever since I’ve seen you!” Jared gushed. You turned over to Jensen, who hugged you as well. Luckily, this one wasn’t bone-crushing.

 “We missed you,” Jensen said, holding onto you. Backing up, you looked at your two friends.

“I know, I know. I was just so busy with Jeff…” both of the men rolled their eyes at the mention of your current boyfriend’s name. “Okay, I know you guys don’t love him, but we wanted to spend as much time together as possible before shooting started up again.”

“Saying we don’t love him is an understatement, Y/N. I don’t get what you see in him,” Jared said. Jared and Jensen had only met Jeff a few times, all of which only made them worry more.

“He cares about me. He takes really good care of me!” you tried to push your point but got nowhere. Both of the men didn’t seem to budge from their opinions. Changing the conversation, the three of you headed over to hair and makeup to get ready for the day.

 --------------------------

After a week of filming, you were exhausted. The days were all long, and you couldn’t wait to get home and sleep all weekend. Walking into your apartment, you made your way over to the freezer to grab some ice cream. You wanted some of your favorite feel-good food. Almost as soon as you had settled down, your phone began to ring. Jeff wanted to Facetime. Answering the call, you let a bright smile fall onto your face.

“Hey, baby!” you said as your boyfriend’s face popped onto the screen.

“Hey. How are you?” Jeff asked.

 “Tired. This week has been pretty brutal,” you responded as you began to dig into your ice cream.

“Are you sure you should be eating that?” Jeff asked, his head tilting to one side.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well… you did put on some weight this summer. I know that you were relaxing and all. But now that you are back at work, I thought you were gonna take better care of yourself. I’m just worried about you is all. I know that looking good for the camera is a big part of your job,” Jeff explained. You put the spoon back into the ice cream and pushed it away from you. “I didn’t say that to make you feel bad! I just care about you; I want you to be healthy and happy with the way you look on screen.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I have a scene this week where I wear a tight dress. Should’ve thought about it,” you mumbled. You had wondered if you gained weight, Jeff made it clear that you had.

 “It’s alright, sweetheart. That’s why you have me. I’ll be here to remind you when you need it. I fell for one hot piece of ass that I don’t intend to lose to Tom and Jerry anytime soon,” Jeff laughed. You nodded and attempted to laugh along.

“I guess I just have terrible eating habits now,” you shrugged.

“Well, why don’t I make you a meal plan? Then you won’t need to worry about that. It’ll make each day easier, let you focus on your job,” Jeff offered.

“Um… yeah, sure. That would be great,” you forced a smile. The two of you talked on the phone for a few more minutes before hanging up. You got off of the couch and tossed the ice cream into the trash. You wouldn’t be eating it. Going into your bedroom, you stripped down to your panties and bra before looking into the mirror. Jeff was right; you were looking bigger than usual. Laying on the floor, you began to do sit-ups and crunches until your core was on fire. Only then did you let yourself shower off the day and go to bed.

-------------------------------------------

Two weeks into Jeff’s meal plan and you were already looking better. Jeff had been praising you, telling you how hot you looked now. It was hard to keep up, the meals always leaving you wanting more. A few times you almost slipped up but managed to avoid it. Walking onto the set, you smiled and waved at your friends before approaching them.

“Hey, guys!” you smiled at Jared and Jensen. The two seemed glued at the hip.

“Hey. So, we were thinking about pizza and beer at my place tonight?” Jensen offered. This was a regular occurrence for the three of you, having done so since you started the role on the show.

“Oh, I’m actually on a diet. No pizza or beer for me,” you shrugged, “maybe we can have a movie night one day this week?” Both Jared and Jensen looked confused.

“Diet? Since when have you been on a diet?” Jared asked.

“For a few weeks now. I noticed that over the summer, I kinda let myself go. Jeff has been super helpful about it. He even made me a meal plan so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it. Isn’t that sweet?” you smiled.

“Let yourself go? Y/N, you look good! Like you always have,” Jensen’s voice was laced with frustration.

“It’s fine, J, you don’t need to try and make me feel better. The meal plan is working great. I mean, I look a lot better now,” you told them before leaving to go to your trailer. Jared and Jensen both gave each other a look. They were worried about you.

 --------------------------

A few days later, you were in line for craft services when you realized none of the options would go along with Jeff’s plan. You poured yourself some tomato soup and grabbed a grilled cheese before heading back to your trailer. Digging in, you knew that you would have to work out extra hard to make up for the calories. Pulling out your phone, you shot a text over to your boyfriend.

Y/N: Hey, babe. Craft services didn’t have anything that I could eat from the plan. Grabbed tomato soup and grilled cheese instead. Hope that’s okay.

Within a few minutes, you got your response.

Jeff: No, that’s not okay. Setbacks will only make things harder for you. You can’t let all those carbs and calories just sit in your stomach…

Y/N: Well, what am I supposed to do.

Jeff: You have to get rid of it. This is what happens when you go off your meal plan. Go to the bathroom and put your fingers down your throat. You don’t want fans to see you as fat, right? 

Looking at your phone, you took a few deep breaths. Your heart was racing as you looked up at your now empty plate. He was right. You didn’t want people to think of you as the fat actress. What if people spread rumors that you were pregnant? You knew what you had to do. 

Getting up, you made your way into the trailer’s small bathroom. Kneeling in front of the toilet bowl, you stuck your fingers down your throat.

 ----------------------------------------

Another week went by and you were messing up your meal plan left and right. At least now you knew what you could do to fix it. You had lost even more weight but knew that you still had a long way to go before you looked like the other actresses on set. 

Today was one of those days where craft services didn’t have anything that Jeff would deem appropriate, so you grabbed whatever you felt like. In your trailer, you ate until you were full before making your way to the bathroom. After being there for a few minutes, the door to your trailer swung open. Before you could do anything, there Jensen was, standing in the doorway of your bathroom.

“Y/N, are you oka - wait, what are you doing?” Jensen’s eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. You quickly got up, flushing the toilet, and wiping your mouth. 

“I think I have food poisoning or something. It made me puke, it’s no big deal,” you shrugged before trying to get passed him. He stood still, his broad shoulders keeping you from leaving.

“No, that’s not what happened. What I just saw was you with your fingers down your throat. Why would you do that?” Jensen’s voice was laced with pain. You looked down at the ground, unable to meet your best friend’s eye.

 “I needed to…” you whispered.

“What?”

 “I...um… I went off my diet,” you shrugged your shoulders, “I needed to fix it.”

“Y/N….” Jensen pulled you into a hug, not letting go. “You don’t need to do any of that. You are perfect just the way you are.”

“But Jeff…”

 “Jeff?” Jensen leaned back to look you in the eye, his hands on your shoulder, “did Jeff tell you that you need to lose weight?”

“He just wants what’s best for me! He wants me to look good. Jeff keeps me on track.”

“Wait… did he tell you to make yourself throw up,” Jensen asked. His eyes were full of worry and you couldn’t look at them without feeling shame. 

“He suggested it when I fucked up the first time… it wasn’t supposed to be more than once. I just kept messing up,” you could feel the tears start to gather in your eyes. Jensen pulled you into the hug again, one hand on the back of your head to stroke your hair. It didn’t take long before you were crying, Jensen holding you as you sobbed.

“Y/N, you are worth so much more than this. You deserve someone who treats you better, who loves you exactly as you are. You are beautiful, talented, smart. Please, believe me when I say that.”

“I want to J, I do. It’s just… I don’t,” you looked up to meet his gaze. Jensen used his thumbs to wipe the tears from your eyes and held your face.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll tell you every day until you do. Y/N… you need to leave Jeff. He is hurting you.”

“O-okay. You’re right. Can you stay with me while I call him?” you hoped that Jensen would say yes. It felt too hard to do on your own, after everything. 

“Sweetheart, I will always be there for you,” Jensen tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

That night you called Jeff, breaking things off. Before he even had the chance to insult you, Jensen was taking the phone from you. He told Jeff off before hanging up the phone and repeating all the kind words he had said earlier in the day. 

Jensen had told you the truth. Every day he made sure to remind you how amazing you were. He supported you through it all, helping you throughout your recovery. It wasn’t easy, undoing the damage that Jeff had done, but you weren’t in it alone.

[plum-pudding-and-honey]

MONTHLY RANGE : Eight & Charley

Storm Warning - 3.5/5 : the plot is not the best thing I've ever seen but it's still a good introduction story for Eight on audio and to be fair it just made me want to drop everything and hop after him. I like Charley's background but I really just can't stand her. I don't hate her, she's interesting and I totally understand that people love her but I've never really warmed up to her. I also have a problem with the "classic" format : 4 episodes of 20-30 minutes which, sure, allows the writers to give the story and the characters more development, but which I find particularly long. I just find it very hard to focus for two hours, unless the story is very compelling

Sword of Orion - 3/5 : (god this is loooong) The atmosphere was interesting, so was Deeva (although I thought her being an android was quite obvious but wtv). The other side characters were all quite boring though and I couldn't bring myself to care about them. The android/human war was also an interesting point, it's a shame it didn't get developed more than that

The Stones of Venice - 1.5/5 : Oh my God do I hate this. Two hours which felt more like six hours of whining and complaining and "Estella, my beloved, forgive me here" and in the end, I'm not even sure whether I want to kill the Duke or myself. Just... zero empathy for this guy and Estella. Pietro was a bit more interesting although fish gondoliers who have evolved to survive the sinking of the city? Really? No. (Not just because evolution doesn't happen over a hundred years. Try a million.) Churchwell was equally annoying (I mean, as a librarian, I'm all for art preservation but have some decency here man) and the cult, well I've got no opinion whatsoever on them, that's how useless they are in all of this. The only thing that kinda made this thing worthwhile was this bit of conversation between the Doctor, Charley and that gondolier guy about the Duke waiting a hundred years for Estella and how Charley points out how long it is waiting for someone to return and how Eight DID wait a hundred years before seeing Fitz again and I'm not okay about this (and this was released shortly after Escape Velocity was published so I'm definitely gonna take this as a Fitz reference fight me on this)

Minuet in Hell - 3/5 : The Doctor being imprisoned and amnesiac for 3/4 of the episode was very looong. I liked the interactions with Gideon Crane but since the viewer already knows which one is the real Doctor, I really didn't see the point of making this last for so long. Also it robbed us of more Eight/Brig time and that's a shame. And those American accents are just horrible, I couldn't understand most of what Dale and the Senator were saying. The vilains and the Psi (psy?) machine were kinda interesting (although they also sounded pretty annoying) but in two hours and a half, they really could have been developed a bit more. Same goes for Becky Lee and her supernatural hunter gig that was way underused. The Brigadier is a huge asset, let's be honest. And the EDAs are canon in the BF universe, so that's that. (yes there was a Fitz reference in The Stones of Venice, I will not shut up)

Invaders from Mars - 2/5 : I love the idea behind this episode : the panic caused by Orson Welles' reading of the War of the Worlds, a false invasion in fact hiding a real invasion. It could have been great. But it's not. First, those accents and voices, again NO. For a medium that relies only on sounds, it's  really a big issue here (I mean how are you supposed to take the alien invaders seriously with those voices???). Mark Gatiss loves the Ice Warriors and we've seen with the Empress of Mars that he can write decent episodes with them so why didn't he use them here? It could have been so creepy (which, for a Halloween episode, would have been neat). Instead he gives us a cheap version of invaders, a nazi guy, Russians and an atomic bomb, and mobsters. And it's too much, it's too confusing, it's too many characters. It's a mess. The Doctor is adorable playing private detective but then he accidentally reveals his plan to the bad guys (I mean...) and the aliens are killed by the Russian guy everybody thought to be dead and his atomic bomb : no, that's bullshit. Also, bury your gays : totally gratuitous and unnecessary (what was even the point?). Yeah, huge disappointment.

The Chimes of Midnight - 6/5 : cHriStmAs wOuLdN't bE cHriStmAs wiThOuT oNe oF mY pLuM puDdiNgS (tfbgvfgtv) Finally something GOOD. Eight is at his best sassfull self, the different parts are well articulated, it's funny and creepy at the same time and the paradox surrounding Charley is well exploited. Robert Shearman even succeeded in making me care about Charley. Edith is touching, even the other characters are, and that ending is really nicely done and coherent. I also really like how Eight is depicted here, especially in his relationship to Charley (and his companions in general). He really cares about her and yet he doesn't tell her the truth, he's been lying to her ever since Storm Warning because he selfishly hopes that if he doesn't speak about it, it's all gonna go away, just like he will do later with Lucie and her auntie Pat and that's Eight in all his glory : he loves his companions but he's got this kind of superiority complex that makes him think he knows better than them and which makes him treat them like shit more often than not (and ok, Charley gets a lot of crap from him). They are all aware of that, as we are, and yet they still love him and we still love him and I don't even know why.

Seasons of Fear - 3.5/5 : The format was interesting, the change of scenery for each episode really helped to not lose interest in the story. I also liked Grayle, he's an interesting villain but the immortality thing could have been handled a bit better in my opinion, especially the losing your loved ones part. I actually liked Charley there and her varied suggestions to get rid of Grayle. The mystery around her thickens and I did not remember that ending! The Nimons were a bit unexpected but ok I guess. But I found the conclusion very disappointing, too easy.

Embrace the Darkness - 4/5 : I love the atmosphere of this one, especially the beginning : the "something touches you in the dark and you realise it's not your friend" trope is classic but the audio only aspect of the thing gives it something more (especially of you listen to it in the dark). Like the previous one, I liked the pace (it didn't feel like this thing would never end which is something worth mentioning). The fact that there aren't too many characters also helps a lot. And I can't help myself to compare it with Sword of Orion : the settings are similar, it's a huis-clos, and they're both written by Nick Briggs. I find Embrace the Darkness much better, the characters are actually likeable (and they all don't die at the end, quite the opposite) and interesting. The Cimmerians were also nicely done and I really liked how different senses are brought into focus here, how the viewer is brought closer to the characters because they can't see. Hearing becomes central then but taste and touch are also prominent (I especially liked the way the Cimmerians share their history with the Doctor and Charley). The Doctor is well-written (I love his "conversations" with Rosum) and this tendency to self pity himself every time he makes a mistake is very Eight (Orbis). 

The Time of the Daleks -  2.5/5 : The first part was good. And then it got so confusing, I actually lost the plot several times because my mind kept drifting away. There are way too many comings and goings through those portals, too many side characters that weren't interesting in the least. Learman's motivations as a villain are ridiculous (she wants to kill Shakespeare to be the only one who remembers him because everyone else is too stupid to understand his works... yeah, right).

Neverland -  4.5/5 : Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees you in your bed and eats you when you're sleeping (sorry I had to put it). So … yeah, that was breath-taking. That was an amazing conclusion for Charley's arc, the neverpeople are pretty cool and Romana and Rassillon are a nice little treat. The plot is coherent and the two hours and a half passed very quickly which is always worth mentioning. About Eight and Charley, now. As I said, I'm not a fan of Charley : I find her too perfect (and I just can't stand how she speaks, I know it's kinda shallow but when her voice is the only thing you get out of her, that becomes kind of a big deal) and I really don't ship her with Eight (although I recognise that they might be romantically involved, a lot like Ten and Rose, I simply choose to not see it). That being said, I liked how she stood up to the Doctor at the beginning, how she called him out on his bullshit ("Happy Birthday, Charley! Happy Birthday, he says. Only it isn't my birthday. It isn't my birthday because I'm not supposed to have any more birthdays") and used the TARDIS against him. I also liked her comparison with Peter Pan because, yeah, that's the Doctor, she gets it. I understand why she asked him to shoot her at the end but I don't think she was fair asking him to do it because she knows, everybody knows, that he won't do it. He won't do it for someone he despises, so Charley? Nope. And yeah, her dying was the obvious solution, I get that,  but that's the epitome of everything I don't like about her. Charley Pollard, always making the right decision even if it means sacrificing herself, Charley Pollard always nice and caring and clever and adventurous, and in a way she reminds me of Rose (although Rose was a jerk to Mickey) and I hate Rose. As for the Doctor... Finally he gets the consequences of his actions and yet you can't help but feel sorry for him. Because like Charley said he’s sweet and he truly thinks what he’s doing is good. And that cliff-hanger! I AM BECOME ZAGREUS! YES BABY. In conclusion, it’s a great episode, regardless of my feelings towards Charley

Zagreus -  4/5 : Let's be honest, the first time I listened to it, I hated it with all my guts (and I also fell asleep at some point in the middle), so I wasn't really looking forward to giving it another chance. But I'm glad I did. This time I really took the time to listen to it properly and knowing roughly where this was going, I loved it? I mean ok, this thing is more than three hours (not gonna lie, this was really difficult for me) and it's completely bonkers and WTF but there IS a certain coherence to the thing that I hadn't picked on the first time I listened to it. So, let's start with the obvious : Zagreus/the Doctor/Paul McGann giving us the performance of his life. He's GREAT and if I didn't already love him I would certainly after this. He's creepy and disturbing as Zagreus (he slapped Charley!!) and his voice when he's the Doctor, when he begs Charley to kill him ... yeah, I was dying inside there. By the way, I liked the parallel with Neverland and Charley begging the Doctor to kill her, except that she actually does it. The Brigadier/TARDIS was equally brilliant. I got a lot of the Doctor's Wife vibes here - except that the TARDIS is evil and HATES the companions, and her conversation with the Doctor, her fit of jealousy was brilliantly done. I also loved the bits with Five, Six and Seven (except it's not really them but it actually is) and they were hilarious when they're working together towards the end (Tweedledee, Tweedledum and Tweedle-ego). It was a nice hommage to Alice in Wonderland, coherent until the end (and let's be honest the bit with Schrodinger's cat only it's the Doctor who is in the box? Brilliant. Again.) And as an anniversary episode, it worked for me. I probably didn't get all the references but I picked up a few of them and it was nice to include the BF cast, even if it wasn't in their usual roles.

Overall opinion : This is not as bad as I remembered. I postponed relistening to these for a long time because I remembered it way worse than it actually is (in my defence, I listened to those episode some 8 years ago when my English wasn't so fluent). I still don't like the classic format because most of the episodes feel reaaaaally long and I'm not a fan of Charley. I did like her arc though, it was interesting to  explore the fixed in time events and the consequences of the Doctor kicking the laws of time in the nuts, way before Ten. The resolution of this arc was also brilliant in my opinion with the anti-time and the Time Lords/Rassillon mythology. The quality is fluctuant : the Stones of Venice, Invaders from Mars and the Time of the Daleks being the bottom of the barrel while the Chimes of Midnight, Embrace the Darkness and Neverland/Zagreus are amazing. And Eight changes so much through his life : he's so hopeful and sweet and utterly optimistic, a drastic difference from the Time War series (which I just finished before listening to this) where, although his core qualities are still there, deep down, he's lost so much and been through so much crap from everyone. I don't know if any other Doctor went through that much (War Doctor excluded) tbh. His relationship to his companions is also quite unique I think, maybe I'll write something about that one day. Now for the Divergent Universe arc, which I don't remember fondly either. Let's see if I change my mind as well.

[lilyandersonn]

All Too Well // D.W

Chapter One // Series Masterlist here

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Bailey Walker (OFC)

Series summary: (Supernatural AU) Bailey Walker has spent the last year picking up the pieces of her failed relationship. Just when she thinks she is almost whole again, the rug is pulled from underneath her yet again. Her life is a mess, she's a mess, and yet throughout it all, she finds herself growing close to somebody she's spent eight years pushing away. Bailey can feel Dean worming his way back into her life and consequently her heart, but she's been burned before, can she find it in herself to trust him again?

Chapter warnings: maybe a little angst?

Words: 2949

AN: This is an AU. Pretty much everybody is alive and just living their best apple pie lives. Hunting isn’t a thing, they’re all just normal people. I don’t have a beta reader, so I do apologise for any mistakes that I didn’t pick up on when editing :)

Chapter One

“Jess, can you please stop that?”

The infuriating sound of paper flapping, which had Bailey’s clenching her hands so tightly that her fingernails were leaving crescent shaped indentations on her palm, immediately ceased. The pain was only a minor inconvenience in comparison to the unbearable, choking humidity that had turned her tiny apartment into a temporary sauna.

“I can’t help it,” Jess said with a whine, unable to resist the temptation of fanning herself and picking the newspaper back up, “maybe if you fixed your AC, I wouldn’t have to.”

Bailey, in a fit of pure frustration, pulled her sweat soaked shirt over her head in a futile attempt at cooling herself down. The heat plaguing her apartment had Bailey willing to do just about anything to escape it, and that didn’t exclude stripping off in-front of her best friend.

“I already told you, my AC doesn’t need fixing.” Bailey quipped, the sticky heat making her more irritable than usual as she dragged herself into the kitchen in search of something, anything, that would cool her down.

Unfazed at her best friend’s state of undress, Jess rolled her eyes at Bailey’s ongoing determination that her AC was in fact not broken; even though it had all the effect of an old asthmatic man standing in the corner breathing on them. It was beyond her that somebody who hated the heat so vehemently, would be so opposed to the idea of fixing the one thing that would cool her apartment down.

“You could just ask Dean—”

Bailey, who had found a bottle of water shoved at the very back of the fridge and had been just about to down it, whipped around so fast that she was worried she may get whiplash.

“No.”

“Oh, come on,” Jess said exasperatedly, hands on her hips, “he isn’t that bad. And he’ll probably do it for free.”

“Yes, Jess, he is that bad. I’d rather pay somebody than have that man in my apartment.”

Jess grinned, “Ah, so you admit you need somebody to fix it.”

Scowling in her best friend’s direction, Bailey opened the bottle and chugged half of the icy cold liquid in one go, instead of coming up with a sarcastic retort like she wanted to.

“So, I need to tell you something,” Jess said slowly, hesitating as she watched in amusement whilst Bailey chugged the water and simultaneously shimmied her sweaty denim shorts down her legs, “Bails, if you were gonna strip for me, you could have at least worn matching underwear.”

If it were anybody else, that comment would have her cheeks burning read and stuttering. But Jess had seen Bailey in much worse states, and vice versa, to the point where they would have to do something really scandalous for either of them to bat an eyelid.

“You would be lucky to have me strip for you, Hello Kitty briefs and all."

Choosing to put an end to the exchange, Jess cleared her throat and continued with what she had been waiting – no, dreading – to say, “So, there’s no easy way to say this and I’m just going to come right out and say it. Sam invited Chris to the wedding, and well, he’s RSVP’d.”

The revelation came with a grimace, as though she’d just ignited an explosive and was waiting for the big show.

“And?” Bailey asked, as though waiting for another part to the story.

Jess raised an eyebrow, perplexed by her seemingly blasé attitude towards the news. "And you're okay with that?"

Bailey faltered at that; she knew in her mind she wasn’t okay. She hadn’t been okay in a very long time, but it had always been so easy to pretend otherwise when everybody around her were so terrified of even mentioning her ex-boyfriend’s name.

Almost a year had passed since their three-year relationship had come to an end, but Bailey was still stuck in the same cycle of going to work, faking wholesome smiles and conversation with customers, pretending that she didn’t feel like her whole life was crumbling around her, and then coming home to an empty apartment to mourn a life she almost had.

One day Bailey would look back and feel nothing but embarrassed at the thought of all the time she’d spent grieving a relationship that was long since over. But that day didn’t seem to be on the near horizon.

Forcing her lips to curve up into something that resembled more of a grimace than a smile, Bailey finally spoke, “Yeah, I’m okay with it. It’s just one day, and besides, it’s your guys’ day, not mine. You deserve to have whoever you want there.”

In the back of her mind, Bailey knew she couldn’t have expected Sam not to invite Chris. They’d been best friends at one point, maybe not so much anymore but they were still friends, and so it was no shock that he would be invited.

Despite noticing the way Bailey’s hazel eyes looked slightly glassy and the hesitation before she responded, Jess chose not to push the subject. She’d witnessed first-hand what she had gone through when Chris left, and for her best friend’s sake, she didn’t want to cause the kind of breakdowns that she’d spent six months coaxing Bailey out of.

Jess had spent far too many hours watching Bailey sob, barely able to breathe through the tears because of what Chris had done to her, and she refused to be the person who brought those memories back up.

“Hey, how about you put on some new clothes and we go get a beer at the Roadhouse?”

And with that, normalcy was injected back into the room.

***

“There’s my girls.”

Bailey and Jess were both grinning from ear to ear as they approached the bar, squeezing their way through the people crowded around the pool table, where Ellen was already preparing their drinks. A bottle of beer and a tequila shot each were waiting for them when they finally made it to their favourite bartender.

Without hesitation, Bailey down the gold liquid, barely flinching as it burned its way down her throat. The concerned look Jess shot her didn’t go unnoticed as they both took their seats, but she chose to ignore it in favour of greeting Ellen.

“Bad day?” Ellen asked, watching with a glint in her eye as Bailey chugged half of her beer in one go.

Heaving out a heavy sigh as she placed the bottle back down onto the bar, “You could say that,” she said, letting her eyes glance around the room, grinning as she spotted Jo at the pool table, clearly beating her flustered looking opponent.

Although there was a three-year age gap between them, Bailey and Jo had always been close friends, all but growing up together. Circumstance had brought them together, their parents were all good friends and Bailey had been coming to the Roadhouse for as long as she could remember, but their friendship had stood the test of time.

And then came along Jess, who just slid so easily in with them, that it felt like they’d all always been friends.

Catching her eye, Bailey sent a wink to Jo, who shot one straight back at her, before focusing back up on her game.

“Is Sam swinging by, too?” Ellen casually asked Jess, as she absentmindedly wiped at the bar with a rag.

“Probably,” Jess said, taking a sip of her beer, “if Dean has anything to say about it.”

Bailey couldn’t help the involuntary eye roll that came from the mention of Dean. It was an understatement to say that she wasn’t his biggest fan, but the words that she had to describe her feelings towards him were very unsavoury.

Along with Jo, Bailey had grown up with Sam. Dean being four years older than them, she never really saw him as anything other than an annoying older brother, who enjoyed teasing the hell out of all three of them whenever he got the chance.

But that had all changed during the summer after she and Sam had graduated high school. Something shifted between Bailey and Dean – Dean no longer seeing her as just his brother’s irritating best friend, and Bailey spurred on by raging teenage hormones. Neither of them had seen the mutual attraction coming, but there was nothing stopping it.

They fell into what could be best described as a summer fling, because by the time September came and Bailey was off to college, it all came crumbling down. By then, she had developed some real feelings for him – beyond just wanting to jump his bones every time he walked through the door – but in classic Dean fashion, ever afraid of making genuine connections with women, he blew her off with a text message. And that was that.

Eight years later, Bailey still held a grudge on the older Winchester.

“Speak of the devils.”

Draining the last of her bottle, Bailey couldn’t help the eyebrows that pinched into a frown as she turned to see the two brothers walking through the front door, laughing loudly at something. Sam was still dressed in his office suit, but Dean had changed out of his usual work navy overalls, into a pair of blue jeans and a red flannel shirt.

He looked good.

Bailey immediately mentally cursed herself as soon as the thought entered her head. It frustrated her to no end that even though all she felt for the older brother was revulsion, she couldn’t deny the glaringly obvious fact – Dean Winchester was a sight to behold.

Whilst Jess got up to greet her fiancé, Bailey turned back to the bar and ordered another beer and a few more shots of tequila. She would need them if she were going to get through an evening with him.

As Ellen placed the shots of tequila onto the bar, a hand reached over from behind Bailey and took one. She didn’t need to look to know who it was – there was only one person on the planet who would have the nerve.

“For me? You shouldn’t have, sweetheart.”

“You’re an ass.” Bailey said, though lacking in her usual conviction, too fed up to entertain the little feud they had going. She took another shot without looking at him, hoping he would take the hint to leave her alone

Much to her chagrin, Dean sat down next to her, signature smirk as he looked over at her, before turning his attention to Ellen.

“Two beers and a whiskey, please.”

“Coming up, doll.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but whatever inevitably provoking words he was going to say died on his tongue as Sam and Jess finally joined them; Sam hugging Bailey from behind, swiftly pressing a kiss to her temple, a quiet sorry whispered into her auburn hair before pulling away.

Bailey sent him a look that said he had nothing to be sorry for, but she knew that no matter what she said or did, Sam was going to feel guilty for inviting Chris. It did make her think why invite him if he felt so bad about it, but she had no urge to question it.

The three of them began chattering around Bailey, but she wasn’t listening. She could barely focus on the sound of the Led Zeppelin song blaring through the stereo, let alone whatever her friends and Dean were talking about.

Although she’d put on a brave face, the mention of Chris earlier had really floored her. It had been a year since he walked out of her life, eyes set on bigger and better things – things Bailey apparently couldn’t offer him – and yet one mention of his name and she felt like she was back to square one.

It occurred to her on many occasions that Chris was as good as it got for her. Although not her first love, the infuriating lady-killer knocking whiskey back beside her frustratingly held that title, she really thought that he was going to be it. She saw a life with him, a good life, that she couldn’t picture ever having with anybody else.

So, was that it? Was she destined to a life of loneliness and forever picking up the pieces of a life she never got to have? Those kinds of questions often kept Bailey awake at night – more often than she’d care to admit.

Her uncharacteristically quietness didn’t go undetected by any of them – even Dean was eyeing her with an expression that could be described as mild concern. Normally she’d be at the centre of the conversation, cracking jokes, ribbing on Sam for wearing his monkey suit at the bar.

“Hey, Bails, up for a game of pool?” Sam asked, pulling her out of whatever daydream she had been caught up in.

Almost as though she was suddenly remembering where she was, Bailey blinked a few times before turning to him with a mischievous smile, “Only if you’re looking to get your ass kicked.”

The smile didn’t quite reach her eyes and there wasn’t the usual skip in her step as she and Sam walked over to the vacant pool table – Jo now helping her mother behind the bar as the usual Friday evening crowd began filling up the building.

“Bails,” Sam started once they reached the table, away from prying ears, “you know I didn’t want to upset you, right?”

Picking up her pool cue and starting to chalk the end of it, she nodded, trying to look as unfazed as possible. When Sam had asked her for a game, she knew he just wanted to get her away from the other two so that he could say his piece.

“I’m not upset, Sam,” she said with a sigh, “you have every right to invite whoever you want to your wedding, okay? Please, can we just leave it there for now?”

“Right, yeah, sorry.”

“So, you ready to get your ass kicked?” Bailey taunted with a grin, the tension immediately dissipating into nothing.

“Bring it.”

Ten short minutes later, Bailey had her cue above her head, yelling out in triumph at her win. Sam, though shaking his head at her less than subtle display of victory, grinned along with her. He was simply happy that she was acting more like herself, but for how long he didn’t know.

“Another?” she asked, setting the balls back into the rack in the middle of the table.

Sam huffed out a laugh. “Sure, you set up, I’ll go get us another drink.”

By now, Bailey was feeling buzzed, the two beers and however many shots of tequila had started to kick in. She could handle her alcohol reasonably well and it would take a lot more for her to be truly drunk, but she was getting that warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she swayed slightly as she walked around the table.

Maybe it wasn’t the best way to cope, but the numbing effects of alcohol seemed to be working well to take her mind away from Chris.

A somewhat pleasant mood had begun to settle over Bailey, and only improved throughout the night. Being around her friends – Jess, Sam, Jo, even Charlie had made an appearance – was all the therapy she needed.

She had beaten Sam at another few games of pool before they decided to call it quits, settling instead in their usual booth at the far corner of the bar, away from the noisy patrons. The rest of their friends had slowly joined them, bringing over more drinks that only served to get Bailey increasingly buzzed.

Bailey and Charlie were clinking their shot glasses together, before knocking them back, when Dean approached the table. Before that, he’d been chatting up a pretty little blonde at the bar – as per usual, searching for somebody to take home. It wasn’t a night at the Roadhouse if Dean didn’t leave with a girl hanging off his arm.

But there he was, squeezing himself into the booth, directly next to a disgruntled looking Bailey.

“Luck out?” she asked, eyebrows pinching together when he slings his arm across the seat behind her. He was too close for comfort, his jean covered thigh pressing up against her bare leg.

He shrugged, taking a long pull of his beer. “She has a boyfriend.”

“I’m surprised that stopped you.”

“I do have morals, sweetheart.”

“Could have fooled me.”

Not taken aback in the slightest by her comment, Dean grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement – unlike Bailey, he enjoyed their banter. “You say the sweetest things to me.”

Choosing to ignore the green-eyed man next to her, Bailey tuned back into the conversation. Charlie, Jo, and Jess were chatting about the bachelorette party planned for the following weekend, whilst Sam was completely zoned out, scrolling on his phone.

“Are we still starting at Bailey’s?” Charlie asked, looking over at the girl in question.

“Only if she gets her AC fixed.” Jess replied, grinning smugly over at her.

“I am not having this conversation again, Jessica.”

Dean, who had surprisingly been listening to the conversation, piped in. “I could take a look at it for you.”

Grinding her teeth and clenching her fists, Bailey knew she had been cornered. There was no reasonable excuse to say no to Dean, who was so generously offering his services in front of everybody. Looking over at Jess, who was still wearing the smug grin, she knew her best friend had planned this.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense,” Dean said, starting to catch onto Bailey’s hesitation, “I’ll swing by tomorrow afternoon and take a look.”

“Great.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Twenty-Eight

“I look responsible, right?” you ask from in front of the mirror. It was your fourth outfit, and clothes were strewn from one end of the room to the other. 

“You look like a very straight-laced and not at all sexy librarian,” Clint said, glancing up from his book.

“Clint-” you whine, reaching back to unzip your skirt and change again. 

“Baby stop,” he said, setting his book aside and reaching for you, “You look good. You look like a whole adult. With a checking account that knows how to do taxes. You even look like you know how to bake.” He pulls you into his lap and smiles up at you.

“Really?” You look stressed and anxious, and like you might be about to cry. Again. You’d been stress crying all day periodically. You don’t want to see your parents, you don’t want to go to court. You don’t want to deal with the coming media circus. But you do want your boys. You want them safe and happy. 

“Really,” he answers softly, cradling your face in his hands. “Baby,” he soothes, “It’s gonna be fine. They’re coming home with us, okay? They’re gonna walk you down the aisle at the wedding and everything, okay?”

When you start crying again, his chest hurts. He wishes you didn’t have to do this. That you could just will it into being. But. Your magic didn’t have that much finesse. You were a blunt instrument for fighting. “Come on,” he encourages, “Let’s get you a hot bath and a cuddle. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, and you need rest.”

“That sounds nice,” you murmur against his neck.

“Then get out of your court clothes and let me get it started, huh?” he murmurs, “I’d love to get you naked anyway. Spend a little time admiring my girl before we gotta be responsible.”

You swallow hard and cling a little tighter for a second, and Clint makes a soft sound, “What’ wrong?” he asked, rubbing your back.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Clint,” you say quietly.

The archer smiles a little, “Of course you do,” he said, “It’s a big change. And a lot of feelings.”

“It’s not that,” you tell him. It’s hard to explain the frozen feeling in the pit of your stomach. The same feeling you get before a rough mission. The same feeling you used to get before Stirling would snap and take his belt to your backside or lock you in the “prayer closet” in the basement. It was a warning. 

He kisses the side of your head and sighs, “Whatever happens,” he promises, “I’ll be right here, okay?” Clint didn’t need you to explain. And didn’t expect you to. And it was kind of glad you didn’t. As much as he knew about your powers, he set less stock in omens and feelings. It all muddied the waters too much, this trying to see into the future. Or relying too much on the past. As far as he was concerned, all that mattered what was right here. The fact that you were in his arms and one step closer to your goal. And getting you to bed to get some rest. 

After a second, when you get off his lap to go hang up your clothes for court, Clint goes to the bathroom to start the water. In the back of his mind, he makes a plan to renovate the bathroom. It was big enough to add you to a nice bathtub. One that you could sulk in after a long day. He adds things to the water from the bottles you’d labeled for him. He didn’t know if the things were magical or just mundane Hippie shit, but it didn’t really matter. It smelled nice. And you liked it.

When you pad into the bathroom, he smiles. You didn’t bother to put clothes on. And he gets a thrill down his spine. You’re beautiful. And as your hands roam over him, deftly removing his clothes, he has no complaints. He’d never planned on putting you in the bath alone. And as you settle back against his chest with a contented sigh, he wraps his arms around you. There aren’t words. There don’t need to be. He watches you toy with his fingers and trace the lines of his palm smiling softly.

“What’s it say?” he asked, teasing.

“I thought you didn’t believe in palm reading,” you answer, kissing his jaw.

“You don’t either,” he snorted.

“No,” you admit, “But it did make me some money when I was on the run.”

Clint kissed the side of your head, “How long did you spend running?”

“About two years,” you answer, “It didn’t take long for someone to scoop my druggie ass up and get me doing shit for a fix. Stealing cars, art, jewelry, artifacts... It’s a small wonder I didn’t end up dead before HYDRA decided to do something with me.”

“So, By the time Peggy and Coulson showed up,” he started hesitantly.

“I was already broken,” you finish. 

Clint hugs you a little tighter reflexively and picks up a washcloth, and some body wash, working it into a lather. “But,” he said softly, “You put the pieces back together pretty well.”

“Except for the ones that are missing,” you say, relaxing into the touch. Clint doesn’t ask you to explain. He doesn’t need it. He had his own missing pieces. Things that had been stripped away. Things were stolen. Sometimes before you even had a chance to know they were there to start with. For Clint, it had been childhood abuse and betrayal. It had been depression. And so looking at himself, he didn’t have a full picture. He didn’t know what he was like, not depressed. Only what it was like to have fewer symptoms. And being with you was the closest he got to filling that piece in. Feeling safe was something he knew now. Being enough was something he knew now. And he loved you for it. He wanted to know what pieces he filled in for you, but in his heart, he already knew that they were probably similar to his. Your missing pieces fit with his.

He didn’t believe in omens, but he did believe in you. That you could make this work together and build the future, he saw so clearly. 

“Except for those,” he answered, smoothing the cloth over the skin of your back, rubbing gently.  

When you turn and straddle his lap, Clint smiled up at you, kissing your lips softly, “Hey,” he murmured.

“Hey,” you answer, kissing his nose, “I love you.”

He grins, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, carding your fingers through his hair.

“We should get married or something,” he teases.

“You think so? I’d settle for a movie date and some icecream.”

He shakes his head, fondly, “We’ll all go out tomorrow. Start corrupting the boys properly.”

That makes you smile. The sweet, innocent smile that makes butterflies take flight in his stomach. He loves that look. And how easy it is to provoke. You spent a long time alone. And longing. Needing someone to see you. Appreciate you. Not the way the team did. But the way a lover did. Someone to learn all those little secrets. Someone you didn’t have to hide from. And he’s glad to see you don’t hide from him. 

“Perfect,” you say, and he knows you’re already planning the movie to take them to. 

“Yeah, you are,” he says, grinning, kissing you again. 

When your cheeks heat, he seizes his opportunity. He knows one sure-fire way to make sure you both get to sleep tonight, And it’s going to involve a lot of very physically exerting acts. Things that you never could have dreamed of if you married someone in a cult. The stuff he was thankful you’d let him try so he could show you what lovemaking was supposed to feel like. And he isn’t disappointed when you respond in kind. The press of your lips getting hungry and impatient when he slowed down.

“So needy,” he scolds breathlessly. 

“Problem?” you counter, smirking.

“Only if you don’t stop grinding on me and ride me right, ya fucking tease,” he pouted. 

He hisses and lets his head fall back as you impale yourself on him and sighs, “Yeah,” he pants, “Fuck. So good.”

“I’m not even moving,” you protest, kissing his throat lovingly.

He pulls his head up and buries his face in your breasts, sucking greedily at the tender flesh to leave soft little marks, “Don’t. Not yet. Just-” he stops, momentarily mesmerized by the tits he’s cradling in his hands, “Just keep me warm for a second. Let me- Let me take care of you first.”

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you laugh. 

“Is that what we’re calling him now?” he asks, rolling his hips up, “Because baby, with you around this is the most life he’s ever had.”

“Babe, we’re not naming your dick,” you groan, thudding your head against his shoulder gently.

“Says you,” he says, smacking your ass, “I think Chivalry is a perfect name.”

“And I think,” you counter, nipping at his pulse point, reminding him that you were impatient, you voice a hungry growl, “That if you don’t quit you’re gonna have to have a rib removed.”

“Touche,” he said, breath hitching. It doesn’t happen often but when it does, those little predatory things. The hungry things that feel... alien. Supernatural. It feels good. It feels sexy. And it gives him a thrill knowing no one else has ever made you get like that. Given you that primal urge to bite. To possess someone. 

“You win,” he pants, “Fuck. You win. Just. God can we go to bed?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, “Please?”

And after that, there is no more negotiation about names. Clint can’t think. Not of anything but getting back between your thighs to fuck you to sleep.

Tags:

@lancsnerd, @thorfanficwriter @blameitonthecauseway @etherealwaifgoddess, @stevieang, @beautybyfire, @sunmoonandbucky @mrsfox79, @bbmommy0902, @mendes-fan, @iheartsebastianstan, @wtfcas @pinknerdpanda, @process-pending, @ladifreakingda, @leasly, @coldbookworm, @hv-chw3, @past-perfect-future-tense, @starkrobb @beardburnsupersoldiers, @petlaufeyson, @queenoftheunderdark, @potatoheadthewise, @thehyperactiveteen, @thefridgeismybestie, @boyett514, @an-awkward-human-1, @sunshine-and-riverwater

[jawritter]

Two Out Of Three Aint Bad

Request: I know you said your request are open for Jensen and Dean, but can you write a Steve Carlson X Reader. I feel like he get overshadowed by Jensen a lot in the album and band. Can you make it were the reader falls for him, but he’s insecure, and she has to prove to him that she wants to be with him for him, and isn’t just trying to use to him get close to Jensen. Make it angsty, fluffy, and a little smutty. I understand if your not comfortable doing to. I just love the way u write!!! Thanks!!

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unproteced Sex, Drinking, language. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3537

Pairings: Steve Carlson x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles x Reader (not dirctly just mentioned), OFC Ashely x Reader, OFC Kasey x Reader

A/N: Okay guys. This was honestly one of the hardest Fic I’ve ever written, and it took me some convincing to actually do it. I do asked that you please keep all mean/hateful comments about this individual to yourself. The reason I wrote this fic was that it was requested, and honestly I saw no resaon upon talking to people not to. As always though feedback is gold! I do love hearing from you guys! Please don’t copy my stuff, this was also cross posted on wattpad. I hope you all enjoy!

————————————————————————————————

“Come on y/n! It will be fun!” Kasey begs on the other end of the phone, she’d been on you for days about getting out and having some fun for your birthday. 

Now it was said night, and you had been avoiding her call all day successfully, well, until she called from someone else’s phone, and you answered like a jackass. 

You were currently facepalming yourself. 

You didn’t even get a hello in and she was already starting on you.

“Okay seriously Kasey, who answers the phone, ‘come on y/n it wll be fun,’ and why the fuck are you calling me from Ashley’s phone! Don’t tell me you're in on this to Ash!!” you yell into the phone, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear you, or that Kasey had you on speaker phone.

“You bet your ass I’m in on this! Get yourself ready! We’re going to stereotype tonight, and you’re going to have fun damn it! It’s your birthday woman!!”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure you saw your brain for a moment.

“Why can’t you guys just let me stay home with a good book, and a bottle of wine tonight? It’s my birthday damn it. I want to hibernate and act anti-social.” you whine, dragging yourself off the bed, and heading towards the closet in spite of yourself. 

You knew they’d be here in probably less than an hour to drag you out of the house now that Kasey has found backup ready or not.

“Hey no one, NO ONE, is spending their birthday alone on my watch! You’re coming out tonight, you’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you’re gonna wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!” 

You pulled the phone away from your ear, gave it your best bitchface, making a mental note to slap her when you saw her tonight.

“FINE! Only because I know I’m outnumbered, and that’s the only reason I’m agreeing to this! How much time do I have before you get here?” you asked with a defeated sigh, the sound of a car horn just outside your house was your answer. 

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, and try to calm your nerves. 

“This is going to be a good night, it’s not a mistake, you can do this,” you say to yourself before you pull your outfit out of the closet, and head towards the front door to let your friends in. 

Though the term ‘friends’ was a little generous at the moment, the more proper term would probably be kidnappers.

—————————————————————————————————————————-

An hour later you found yourself sitting in a packed out bar. None of you expected it to be this packed, but it turns out that Jensen and Jared were making an appearance tonight for karaoke night, and therefore there was a gaggle of eager fan girls standing everywhere in clusters trying to get a chance to meet the famous men. 

Having lived in Austin most of your life, and having been to the brewery servel times with Kasey, who was an avid Supernatural fan, you’d meet both men before. 

While they were both insanely attractive, they were also both married, and therefore you saw no need to spend your time and money drooling over them the way most people around them seemed to do. 

You’d gotten a picture with Jensen before at the brewery, you’d gotten an autograph from Jared once, you were satisfied with that. 

Your friends on the other hand jumped at every chance they got to get close to them. Therefore they quickly abandoned you alone at the bar with your beer to try and get a chance to see them when they walked in the bar. 

“So much for a fun night out,” you thought to yourself and snorted at the irony of the situation you found yourself in.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man sit down next to you. “Great another creep to tell that they need to go fuck off!! Happy birthday to me!” you think to yourself. 

It did vaguely cross your mind at that moment that you were slowly losing your shit, because talking to the voices in your head wasn’t exactly a healthy thing to do, but they were ridiculously sarcastic and sadistic, and you liked it; so you pushed that down to deal with later.  

“You don’t look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.” he said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the stranger, and turned to look at him fully for the first time.

You were surprised by who you saw sitting there. 

Steve Carlson.

You knew who he was, you’d been around long enough to know about the album that Jensen along with himself had just released, and you had seen him from a distance the one time you all went to the brewery, but never up close. 

There were butterflies suddenly in your stomach, as you shifted nervously on the barstool. 

“Are you seriously nervous? He’s just another guy Y/N, pull your shit together!” 

You mentally slapped yourself in the face to pull yourself out of your shocked stare, but he was a lot more attractive in person than you would have ever expected. 

So you swallowed your smart ass comment before it even got to your lips, something about him just made you feel comfortable, like he wasn’t some jackass trying to get an easy lay, he was just… talking.

“No, I’m really not,” you said, looking back down at your beer, peeling at the label on the bottle. 

Smirking to himself he looked across the bar at where you could now see Jensen surrounded by a gaggle of girls wanting selfies. 

“Yea, I know what you mean. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be here tonight, but Jensen begged, so here I am. Wanna be miserable together? I can buy you a drink, and we can hide over here and make fun of fangirls?” 

That last comment made you literally laugh out loud, seeing as the current “fangirl” that was almost bouncing up and down in front of Jensen, trying to desperately get his attention was Kasey.

“Okay,” you said, content that you seemed to have found someone else that was as done with the whole fangirl thing that was currently taking place in an already over packed bar 

Steve motioned toward the bartender who brought more beers, and placed them down in front of you both. 

“So, what brings you out here if you’re so miserable being here?” 

“Was forced to come against my will because it’s my ‘birthday,’ and in the immortal words of the fangirl currently jumping and down trying to get Jensen’s attention. ‘You’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you're going to wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!’

At that Steve almost fell off the stool laughing that he was sitting on. 

“Laugh all you want, but the way I see it is I’m here, might as well get drunk, and getting into the uber I’m going to half to call to get home tonight probably counts as a bad decision; so two out of three ain’t bad.” 

“Well that’s why I drove. As you see Jensen is going to be busy for the majority of the night, and the karaoke hasn’t even started yet.” Steve said, taking a big swig of his beer, moving his feet around nervously on the bar stool.

“You know, Jensen probably wouldn’t even notice I’m gone, and your friend wouldn’t notice you neither from the looks of it. There’s this little ice cream place that’s about six minutes from here, it doesn’t close until like 10, would you like to go grab some with me, then if you want I can drive you home? It kinda puts a kink in your whole bad decision part of your plan here, but at least you won’t have to wait on an uber. I promise I’m not some freak, or psycho, or something.” he said, looking down at his beer, and peeling his own label.   

You could have sworn you saw a hint of insecurity pull around the corner of his eyes when he avoided your gaze, you knew that feeling all too well, you weren’t exactly a people person either. 

“Sure, I’d like that.” you said, sliding off the bar stool, and he looked almost surprised that you agreed to go with him. 

“O…Okay..” he got up and offered you his hand a little awkwardly, which you reached out and took. 

His hands were huge compared to yours, his skin warm to the touch as he laced his fingers together with your own. It had been so long since you held hands with a guy that you couldn’t even remember the last time you had. 

You were both almost to the door, weaving your way through the people when Jensen’s deep voice cut through the crowd surprisingly close to you. 

“Steve! Where are you going man? I thought you were going to sing with me?” 

Steve stopped in his tracks, the both of you turned around slowly. He was literally grabbing distance from the door, you had almost made it out unnoticed, but almost wasn’t good enough, and Jensen had caught him.

Standing less than three feet behind Jensen was Kasey and Ashely, staring at you wide eyed like you’d lost your damn mind or something. Jensen noticed your hands linked together and smirked at his friend. 

“It’s cool though if you need to leave man, I can get Jared to sing with me, don’t worry about it. He owes me anyway.” Jensen said, backing up a few steps. Steve seemed to take a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like the whole drinking  thing tonight.” Steve said, both men were having to yell over the music as it started up, and now Kasey and Ashely were really staring at you. 

Ashely had this huge grin on her face, but Kasey was giving you a strange look, bordering on jealousy maybe?

“Sounds good man, I’ll see you tomorrow at the brewery?” Jensen asks before giving Steve some awkward hand shake thing that guys do. 

You weren’t really paying attention, you were just ready to get out of here. People were pooling in by the minute, and it was even more crowded than it was when you got here. 

With that Steve reached for the door, and you both escaped out into the cool night air. Relief flooded you instantly, thankful to be away from the over crowded bar, and out in the open where you could breath. 

You thought you had expected, and you were almost to Steve’s car when you heard Kasey calling your name.

“Give me just a minute” you tell him and he nods at you, going to lean up against his car to wait for you at a respectable distance. 

“Y/n? What are you doing? Jensen’s in there? You don’t have to leave with Steve just to get in good with Jensen. Just tell him it’s your birthday or some shit. Why are you leaving with him when you have Jensen Fucking Ackles right there?” 

You looked at her dumbly for a moment. You couldn’t believe you she had really just said that to you, and judging by the look on Steve’s face when you glanced back over your shoulder, and the way he was kicking the gravel around with his shoes instead of looking at you, you figured that he’d heard her to.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before deciding that you didn’t owe such a shallow person an explanation. 

“You know what Kasey, you should go back in there with Ashely, she’s probably looking for you.” 

Turning on your heels before she could respond you walked the short distance back over to where Steve was standing. Shoving the anger boiling just below the surface down further. It wasn’t his fault fans of Jensen could be ass holes when he was on the property. Steve didn’t deserve your bad mood, just because your friend was being a bitch.

“Are you ready to go,” you asked him? He looked up at you, then back down at his feet, chewing on his lip a little before answering you.

“You don’t have to come you know, if you’d rather stay with Jensen and your friends that’s fine.” 

He seemed colder than he was only a few minutes ago inside the bar, and for a moment it confused you. 

“What do you mean? I don’t give two shits about following a married man around a crowded bar all night.” 

Steve stood up a little straighter shaking his head. 

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to it, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

Looking back at the bar, then back to Steve who was avoiding looking you in the eye it hit you. 

Settling your nerves again, because a forward person isn’t normally what you are, you close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arm around his neck, and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips to his. 

For a moment he didn’t kiss you back like he was shocked, and you were worried that this was the part where yet another guy rejected you, until you felt his arm slip slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, returning your kiss hesitantly before deepening it, his tongue running over your lip requesting entrance that you granted him, letting him explore your mouth. His tongue dominates yours before he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, and collect his thoughts. 

“I said I want to go with you,” you tell him again, looking deep in his hazel eyes. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your ears.

He nodded after a few seconds, deciding to trust you before opening the passenger side door for you, and making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

You could tell there was a lot more to Steve than meets the eye. There were scars there that he was hiding, old wounds that had obviously gone pretty deep, and healed ugly. You understood that on a lever you didn’t even want to admit to yourself. 

The rest of the night progressed well. He took you to a little Ice Cream shop, the conversation flowed easier between the two of you easier than it had between you and anyone else in a very long time. 

You talked about the past, where he was from, and what all he had done in his career, how he ended up here in Austin. 

You talked about your dreams, your future plans, you talked about failed relationships, and things you wished you could both fix, but couldn’t. 

By the end of the night you felt closer to Steve than you had ever felt to a man. Even though he was a bit older than you, you both had some pretty similar experience that seemed to fix you together, drawing you in, in a way that you really didn’t understand and didn’t want to. 

Before long it was late, around one in the morning. You’d spent most of the night just talking, and it felt amazing. 

Now it was time to go home, and for the first time ever, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him to go and be alone again. 

Steve put the car in park outside of your house, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking you to the door. 

Stopping on the steps you turned and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to fear the exit as much as you did, not wanting to let go of what you’d both unexpectedly found In each other. 

That’s when you decided you didn’t want this to end. For the first time in a long time tonight you were happy, and I’ll be damned if you were going to let this go. 

“You uh.. Wanna come in?” you asked, giving him a shy smile that he returned. 

“Yeah.. I’d like that.“ 

Closing the door behind the two of you, you locked the rest of the world away, telling yourself that you deserve this, that It felt right. 

Steve closed the distance between the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips found yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue easily found yours again as he pulled you into him.

Sliding your jacket off you threw it over the chair, and he followed your lead, grabbing his hand you led him to your bedroom, and shut the door. 

You felt him come up behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck before leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from your neck up to your jaw line, making his way up to the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning over your quickly overheating skin. 

You turned around slowly in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips found yours again, kissing you drunk, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as he backed you towards the bed, unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor. 

His eyes raked over you, meeting your gaze as he ran his fingertips over the exposed skin of your side before reaching around, and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. 

"So beautiful,” he whispers to you before his lips find yours again, brushing over yours softly before deepening the kiss, laying you down over the bed and crawling over you. 

His hands trailing over your breast, worshipping your body like no one ever had before him. Dipping his head and taking your exposed nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly, making your back arch into him, a soft moan falling from your lips. 

Reaching down sliding your panties off your body, his hands trailed up your thighs and reaching your aching core, brushing over your clit in soft circles before he pressed two of his ticked fingers Into you, curling them inside of you while his thumb worked against your clit in delicious circles, your hips rolling into his touch on their own. 

Your first orgasm hit you like a title wave. Pure pleasure crashing over your body like waves crashing against sandy shores, your body shaking under him as you came down from you high. 

You don’t know when he did it, you were too lost, but you felt his thick, heavy length against your inner thigh as he positioned himself between your legs, his swollen tip nudging against your dripping center, and his clothes piled on the floor next to your own.

He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed you softly, waiting for you to come back to him. When your eyes meet his, you saw more love and admiration than you’d ever found in anyone’s eyes before. 

“You sure baby, we can stop if you don’t want to do this?”

Shaking your head before your voice would work for you, you brushed your lips against his. 

“I want you Steve.”

Kissing you deeply he sank into you slowly, stretching you as his thick throbbing cock sank into you inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside of you, hold himself still as he peppered all the skin he could reach with kisses until you rolled your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for him to move. 

First his rhythm started out slowly, each thrust deep, hitting you the most sensitive places inside of you before nudged against your cervical wall. 

Moans and sweet whispered affections falling from both of your lips as he pulled you both high and higher, every touch burning like under your skin. 

His pace picking up as the coil wound tight in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Steve." 

"I know baby, I’m right there with you, let go, I gotcha.”

With that the coil snapped, and the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced hit you hard enough to knock you breathless. 

Your body jerks and twitches under him as he works you through it before his own pace starts to falter, your walls squeezing him tightly, sending him to his own release and milking him for all he could give you as he stills inside you, painting your walls with his seed. 

Finally when you both regained control over your bodies, he lifted the covers and crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close as possible to him, kissing your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into you. You fit perfectly against his warm body. 

“Well when we wake up in the morning you will hopefully still be in my arms, and I guess you’re right. Two out of three really ain’t bad.”

————————————————————————————————–

 Tag List: @deanwanddamons @imabitch4jensen @rvgrsbrns @bi-danvers0

[angelkurenai]

Imagine playing a game during an interview with your secret boyfriend and costar, Jensen, and teasing him and saying dirty jokes all the time to embarrass him.

“Welcome! Welcome. We're back here after the break with two members of the cast of Supernatural, Jensen Ackles and (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and we're on round three of our game and so far the lady is on the lead.” Jimmy looked straight at the camera “Jensen this will be your last chance. If you get this point, which counts for two, there will be a final round to determinethe winner! Are we ready?”

“Yup!” you grinned, glancing at your co-star and secret fiance with a challenging look.

“I was going to say yes but judging by the determined look on her face it seems like I'm already screwed so eh might as well give it a try. In my defense though-” he looked at Jimmy “This is totally not fair. You put me against (Y/n) and not Jared or Misha and now it's totally impossible for me to focus! Like, how do you expect me to win if just by looking at her I forget my own name?! I can't even think straight, let alone get a right answer out of this.”

“Are you sweet-talking her into giving you the last round or is it my idea?” Jimmy narrowed his eyes at the actor “It's like you're only saying this to win the game or something.

“Oh nah he's not.” Jared shook his head, standing by Jimmy's side after his and Misha's own game was over “You should just come by and spend a day on set with us when (Y/n)'s around. Then you'll know just how true his words are.”

“If you're also looking for the definition of fanboying, there you have it. Right there. Jensen Ackles!” Misha who was also standing next to Jimmy, pointed out.

“What can I say?” Jensen shrugged innocently “Guilty! But I also mean, as if that isn't enough, the things she says are not making it anywhere near easy! I just see it in her eyes-” he glanced at you, eyes narrowed and suspicious “She's going to bring her A game this time, she's going to tease me so bad- Oh hell, who knows what she'll come up with, this time!”

“Oh hon, you know me so well!” you chuckled, before looking down at the big white box with the two round openings on each side able to fit a hand just like the two previous ones, with only an opening on the front for the audience and cameras to see “But- but it just comes naturally you know? So I promise I will try to- to keep it under control.”

“Alright try to play fair you two.” Jimmy said with a chuckle of his own before looking down at his notes “We've got the hint here and it of course concerns an animal too-”

“Of course! Why put something from the show that doesn't breathe instead of something that moves and can bite our hands off huh?” Jensen said with wide eyes and you chuckled.

“Where would be the fun in that?” you said laughing and he shot you a look “Your expression makes everything so worth it!”

“So just like with the previous rounds you could just choose to feel what's inside the box or I'll give you the hint befo-”

“Give it. Give it right away, you don't even have to ask!” Jensen said, ever so eagerly to hear the hint in hopes that he wouldn't have to get his hand inside the box and feel whatever was in there.

“Someone's scared it's gonna be a snake?” you raised an eyebrow at him, giggling when he pursed his lips and shook his head with wide eyes, taking a step away from the box “Careful your Dean is showing!” you pointed out “Not that it would be the first time and not that I would complain!” you added with a smirk and his lips instantly pulled into a smile, as his head lowered.

“Of course you wouldn't. Of course.” he laughed slightly to himself, remembering very well just how much you loved when he let his Dean show a bit more than a minute or two. Didn't mean that, no matter how used he was to it, he would be any less shy about your preferences in bed. Especially when very few people even knew about your relationship and engagement.

“Alright-” Jimmy laughed “This will be very interesting till the last moment. Since you want the hint so much I'm gonna give it to you. It is: They wouldn't let me star in Jurassic World but at least my ancestors, the velociraptors, did. One day, I will follow in their steps. All it takes is evolution.”

“That's what it says? The animal said that?” Jensen asked with a totally blank face and Jimmy nodded his head with a laugh.

“Yes it did.”

“And that's the hint. Oh wow, I'm definitely gonna win this round.” he said sarcastically, shaking his head afterwards “That's- What does it even mean? How the hell's that supposed to help in any sort of wa-”

“I got it!” you exclaimed after having been silent for a couple minutes.

“You got it? What do you mean you got it? Already?” Jensen's eyes widened as he looked at you in shock and maybe a bit of fear. If you won, you were the one that were going to choose his punishment and given that he was wearing that great white button-up shirt underneath his suit jacket, you both knew what you got in mind the second you heard it. It involved lots of water and for that you were set on winning.

“Yes! I mean, at least I think I do.” your smile fluttered a bit “What you're saying is that this thing, this animal, is closely related to dinosaurs right? Like, it's Blue's modern-day version huh?”

“It is the closest real thing you'll get to a velociraptor, yes. And dinosaurs if you wanna say in general.” Jimmy nodded his head.

“Oh then I think I'm 100% sure that I've got this. Can I, like, write my answer down now and wait for his answer. You said we don't have to be that specific about the animal, could be the general species, yeah?”

“Well, yeah, of curse. Only if you're 100% certain, though.”

“I think I am. Besides-” you grabbed the small white board that you used every time to write down your answers “Even if he does end up getting the points instead, he still stands no chance against me in the next round so-” you shrugged, placing the board down “I either way win!”

“Look at the satisfaction on her face, oh gosh, I'm so screwed-” Jensen made a face.

“Maybe a bit. But can I take a look now that I've given my answer?” you asked and got a nod from the host of the show. Moving to the front of the box you looked at the small baby chicken and instantly squealed “Aw my gosh, this is so adorable! Is it a boy or a girl?”

“It's actually a boy as far as we know.” Jimmy said with a laugh.

“A baby boy, oh my gosh he's so damn cute! Can I keep him? I wanna keep him now!” you placed a hand over your mouth “Hey little one, hello! Aren't you adorable? Yes you are!”

“No spoilers please, though.” Jimmy said with a laugh.

“Oh she's not spoiling anything. It could literally be a snake in there, like a python even, and she'd say it's adorable. So I'm still left clueless.” Jensen pointed out with a shrug.

“Wait- ait did you get it right?” Jared was the one to ask the important question and you straightened your back, nodding your head with a grin.

“Yep! Jensen, hon, you're so getting wet, guy get that bucket of water please!” you placed your hands on your hips “Now you'll finally know how it feels like.” you grinned and he lowered his head as he laughed.

“Oh here we go!” he mumbled “Chuck help me.” he breathed out soon afterwards “Ok ok-” he let out a sharp breath “Here we go. Let's focus on the game.” he still placed his hands on top of the box, ever so adorably-scared of really putting his hand inside of it because who knew what could be there, right?

“Come on, come on you can do it!” you encouraged but he gave you a look because he knew you didn't mean it “Oh please, I'm just trying to be nice here even if you have no chance in winning this.” you shrugged.

“Alright, so let's sum up things before I go for it. You said it's related to dinosaurs and (Y/n) thing it's cute. But she giggled, which shouldn't be a good sign, right?”

“I only giggled at the idea of you wet for me, Jens. Can't help but feel eager about that!” you shrugged as the audience cheered “Yeah?” you asked them “Yeah, they know how it feels. I love this!”

“Of course they do.” he shook his head in embarrassment “But at this point I'm too scared by what could be in there to care about anything else!”

“Aww but why? I told you it's adorable!”

“Not helping, (Y/n)! We both know it's a freaking snake, ok!?” his voice came out slightly high-pitched and you laughed.

“Oh calm down, will you? But I can't tell you for sure what it really is. I think you know what you have to do-” you motioned to the box, the smirk growing on your lips “It's simple. Touch it.”

“Really?” Jensen still snickered despite how he tried to keep a serious face.

“Why Jens, something sounds familiar to you?” you raised an eyebrow, flirty mood on for good and you knew that sooner or later it would get to him in the most satisfying – for you – way possible “Cause if you ask me, it certainly does.”

“Can we just focus on this game for once?” he made a cute but certainly very hot face, the combination of which made you bite your lip.

“I am, I am. I don't know where your head is at, Ackles.” you raised your hands in surrender, making the audience laugh and Jensen look down while biting his own lip.

“(Y/n)” he whined a bit and before he could say anything, you really beat him at it with another comment.

“And oh boy, were have I heard that before hm?” you grinned “Oh yes, last night.” and as you expected this one made the fans go crazy... and probably Jared and Misha as well.

Jensen laughed, hiding his face behind his hand “Will you just not?”

“Hmm lemme think about it-” you pondered at it for barely a few seconds “Nope! 'Sides it's lovely to see you say my name in all possible ways and this game is the perfect opportunity. Speaking of which-” you got closer to him with a seemingly sweet smile “You know what you have to do, Jensen.”

He groaned a bit, looking at the box with a deep frown “Alright, one; how sure are we that this is not dangerous? And two; please, for the love of, don't say that that sound was familiar too.”

“Well, I wasn't gonna say it!” you giggled “And if you wanna focus on the game, fine by me, you know what you have to do! There it is, Jensen, it's waiting for you! Come on, go ahead, touch it!”

“But what if it's really a snake? What could be closer to dinos- maybe a lizard?”

“You won't know unless you get a bit closer, come on. You know you wanna feel it come- Oh wow, again, last night!” you teased and you knew that with the fans going crazy in the crowd with all the cheering,

“Oh yeah of course.” he laughed although it didn't take away his nerves “But what if it bites me?”

“Really?” you got serious, crossing your arms over your chest “Jensen, you of all people should know it better than anyone. Anything with a mouth can bite.”

“Oh she's really going there!” Jared exclaimed as the audience cheered and Jensen laughed in embarrassment, shaking his head for the millionth time.

“I love how I don't have to say anything else in this! For the first time, I just introduce everyone and let it all take place. You guys should be more often on the show!” Jimmy laughed.

“Oh please, can't have any more heart attacks in less than a month!” Jensen said with wide eyes and you laughed “It's enough that I'm freaking out over whatever the heck is in there!”

“Come on, Jensen, you know what you gotta do. Just touch it, you know you want to!” and you were no longer even remotely trying to make it look like you were talking about the game.

“But what if it's poisonous!” he said a bit scared.

“It won't kill you, come on.” you insisted.

“But you don't know that for sure. It might- it might not be poisonous but could bite me, inflict a wound and that could get contaminated and- and-”

“Oh Jensen, please!” you exclaimed “Just put you hand there and you know where to take it!”

You could see him fighting the urge to smile so bad “But what if it, like, grabs hold of my hand with- with it's mouth and doesn't let like that video you showed me of that-”

“Oh my Gosh, Jensen, just put it in!” you ended up exclaiming, and this time you really left no room for anyone in the room to catch a single breath as they burst in laughter. The fans even got up from their seats and cheered for you, while Jensen only held his stomach in laughter.

“This-” he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he threw an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple “This is why I love this woman so much!”

“And, again, let me say-” you looked at the camera “So much of last night!”

.

..

…

“You know, Jensen, we're so glad she didn't say something else right there!” Jared said with a laugh.

“Oh like him getting it in the hole? I could so easily do so!” you pointed out with a grin.

“You had to say that, didn't you?” Jensen dragged a hand down his face “Oh my gosh, fine. Fine! The game is yours, you win, I- I don't even have the mind to think what's in there right now.”

“You know I could just tell you but-” you snickered “What comes to my mind right now is not the most appropriate thing and you will think I'm still teasing you so-”

“What are you-” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Honey, really, don't take this the wrong way, but-” you took a small breath “It's a cock.”

And oh was his reaction the most priceless moment you ever had in your entire relationship. And it was thankfully caught on camera for you to watch over and over again whenever you or the fans wanted to.

[4llmywr1tings]

Can it Green Eyes

Characters/Pairing: Jensen X Reader, SPN Cast Words: 2,096 Warnings: Jensen is a little down about himself, language i think A/N: you are Jared’s brother in law, Gen’s little sister

+++++++

“I think it would be a great run in the right direction for her, but of course you know I have to run things by her first. Yeah, of course one of us will call her.” You look up from your laptop from what you were doing. It was the time of day, that you were doing your daily social media perusing, scaring fans with your responses. You wait for your manager to stop what she was doing to tell you what was going on.

“I don’t think she’d mind working with her brother–in –law, or her husband. No. I don’t think so.” You hated filling in her conversations. Usually she would put her phone on speaker when it was regarding your job, but today she had forgotten. “Yes, I’ll have her make a decision and we’ll call by tonight, tomorrow at nine, the latest? Good, talk to you later Jeremy.”

“What was that?” you asked, finally looking back to your Twitter profile. Like you had predicted, a fan had freaked out when you had “followed” her. She had just replied with a long “thank you.”

“Jeremy Carver. He’s still curious to see if you’re open to taking that part. You’d become a regular. I know you’re still browsing, but.”

“I’ve been wanting to…”

“Stick close to Jensen?” You nod, knowing fully that was what she’d say.

“Yeah. This distance with him in Vancouver and me in LA, it’s starting to get harder. A lot harder. Especially since it’s just new in this marriage.”

“Well, maybe this’ll be an easier decision than we thought?”

“Yeah. I’ll go give Jeremy a call. Let’s get me to Vancouver as soon as possible. I want to go. ASAP.”

“Okay,” Brittany replies quickly. “And then you need to start getting ready for the awards show tonight. You promised you’d make the appearance for the show.”

You let out a sigh and nod, remembering you would help your costar Dwayne Johnson present the first look at your movie together. This movie was a big deal for you, and any good publicity, was well. Good publicity.

You had decided to surprise Jensen, he knew you would probably take the part – you talked about everything together, and he was a deciding factor.

You only wanted to do it, if he was comfortable too. When he didn’t object to the possibility of you working closer to him, your decision was final. If you ever got a job on Supernatural, you’d do it, because being in Vancouver meant being with him.

And that’s what you needed in the beginning of your marriage.

You arrived in Vancouver Sunday morning. The flight was rather quiet, until Ginnifer Goodwin and Josh Dallas joined you in first class for the remainder of your flight. By the time you would get in, Jensen and Jared would be at their panel for VanCon, so you thought you’d either crash or just listen in.

Jensen and Jared were their usual selves, goofing off, making fun of each other.

“Yes, you.” Jensen looked towards one side of the stage. He waves goofily with Jared and waits for her. “Hello.”

“Hello.” She giggles nervously. “Oh man, I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t be. Jared does this to all the ladies.” You scoff and shake your head, and even give an eye roll. If the crowd could see you, they would laugh at you.

The fan laughs at them, and continues. “My question is actually for Jensen.”

Jensen gives Jared a smug look of satisfaction and then looks back to the fan. “Continue my lady.”

“My question is, in having a spouse in the business as well, is it harder to work in separate states, or shows, or is it easier to do it together? Especially so soon in the marriage?”

“Well.” Jensen replies, laughing with Jared. “We were just talking about that. It’s hard to be apart. That’s for sure. I was just telling Jared how much I missed her, and having her with me. Vancouver to LA is such a long distance.”

“It’s good and it’s bad. We love her movies, I was a big fan of her before I met Gen, and she loves doing what she does, but we like having her close.” Jared points out. “We love having family close.”

“So she’s either too far away in LA, or too far a way in Austin.” Jensen laughs. “Which sucks.”

“You should get Gen to come here!” the fan responds, and with that the group agrees.

“We should. Hey. Thanks! Good idea.” Jensen waves to the fan and they turn to the other side.

“Um, my question is for the both of you. What do you think of this new Resident Evil movie coming out? I mean Dwayne Johnson is in it!”

Jared laughs and nods his head. “I’ve heard he’s pretty cool.”

“Eh.” Jensen shrugs his shoulders. “I like the (Y/H/C)’d girl that is going to be in it better. I mean I’m pretty star struck.”

“Dude, you’ve got it bad Jensen.” The fan chides him, and they all laugh with the group.

“Oh come on. It’s (Y/N) friggin’ Cortesi. How would you feel?” Jensen asks looking to the fan. In the dark, they can see the fan shrug her shoulders, then nod in agreement. “See. I told you.”

“I like her too.” The fan replies.

“Well, my smart little sister in law liked it, so she put a ring on it.” They laugh as Jensen waves his hand and makes a face.

That was your cue to go out and crash their panel. You sneak out behind them, motioning to the fans who saw you to be quiet.

“But if we’re being honest here, I have to like her, she’s my sister in law.”

“That is a very good answer Padalecki.” You answer, walking out. They start to cheer as you lean against Jensen and immediately he takes your hand over his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s like she knows we’re talking about her.” Jensen replies, kissing your hand.

“All women are like that. They have like a sixth sense.” Jared giggles. “Especially my sister in law, even more so when she’s around Gen.”

You give him a look, but then nod in agreement. “We are really bad together.” You look around to the group. “So, are y’all gonna come see the next Resident Evil movie?”

Jensen laughs and shakes his head. “What? Shameless plugging. I mean who wants to see me kick some Dwayne Johnson ass. Butt. Assbutt?”

Both of them slowly raise their hands, and the crowd joins in on the question. “See, shameless plugging. I am proud of the shameless plugging.”

“Do you want to stay around and shamelessly plug some more?” Jared asks.

“Nah.” You smile. “They paid to come see your handsome faces. I just wanted to crash your panel, say hello, say go watch Resident Evil: Humanity’s Last Stand, guard your carnal treasures, and of course as always. Watch Supernatural.”

There was nothing better to do, so you waited around with all your friends. Once their panel was done, you had to wait for their autograph signings and photo ops to be finished. Even though it was almost seven before dinner was over and you were home, you were done for the day.

“Mmm. Number 47.” You smile, seeing the familiar black numbers over your shared apartment door.

“Welcome home. I’m glad I’ll be sharing a bed this time.” He smiles wickedly at you, and through your exhaustion you think you either scoff or roll your eyes.

“I’m too tired to react Jensen. Put me to bed?” you ask, almost whining like a small, needy child.

“Anything for my beautiful girl. Glad you’re with me.”

You let the door close behind you and wrap your arms around Jensen, letting him pull you tight to his body.

“I am so glad you are with me. Even happier that your first day of work is tomorrow. With me.”

“Me too.” You elongate your words, yawning a little. He supports your bodyweight as you slowly walk to your master bedroom. You quickly strip of your clothes and you’re the first to make it to your bed. “Remember when we met?”

“God, don’t I ever? You were the prettiest lady there, and you were at a wedding.”

“Glad you didn’t tell my sister that. Cuz she would’ve been mad.” You yawned. The bed dips under Jensen’s weight and he quickly joins you, clad only in black boxer briefs.

He laughs and kisses your forehead. “Glad I didn’t. I’m also so glad that they decided to introduce us.”

“Me to green eyes. Me too.” You put your head on his chest and quickly drift to a happy, peaceful sleep.

+

“I can’t believe it. Today’s the day Gen! You’re getting married!” you squeal happily. It was a bit of a whirlwind adventure, but your big sister (by less than a year) was getting married.

And you happened to actually like your future brother in law.

“I can’t either. Thanks for taking time out of your schedule.”

All you can do is give her a look. “Of course Genevieve. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Even if it were Oscar weekend. This is your big day, and I want to be by your side.”

She gives you the smile you always loved. She was your best friend, and being so close together, you followed in your big sister’s footsteps. When she started to act, you did too. When she moved somewhere, you did as well.

You both found your successes and failures. Some movies or TV shows were hit and miss for you, while her first and major success was finding Supernatural, and then finding Jared.

“Well, guess what? You’re going to meet Jared’s coworker. Jensen Ackles. He’s of course in the party.”

“You, setting me up again Genevieve?” you ask furrowing your brow. She zips up your dress and you look to her. “Come on Gen. When it happens, it happens.”

“Just meet him. It’s my wedding day. Do what I say.” She laughs, point to her. You nod in agreement, but it doesn’t help much. Her mind was set.

Now that you had gotten ready, all that needed to happen, was to get down the aisle. Of course your older sister Sarah would be the maid of honor, and you were next.

“So, is this the little sister in law to be, that Jared is trying to set me up with?” a guy asks. You look up to see a pair of beautiful, green eyes staring back at you. Everyone was lining up to walk down the aisle.

“Maybe, and who might you be, green eyes?” You fold your arms and give him a smirk. You knew who he was, and you were sure what his intentions would be.

“I’m Jared’s costar. Jensen.”

You let out an “ah” but have to stop as the procession is starting. “Well, after this is all said and done, tell me some embarrassing stories I can have for ammo against my brother in law to be?”

He laughs, and you feel yourself going weak at the knees. A laugh that you would love for the rest of your days.

A few hours later and a ‘we give you both our blessing,’ you and Jensen had found a quick exit after the bouquet had been thrown.

+

“I still can’t believe you said yes to me.” Jensen’s voice still does the same things to you, and every time you heard it, you still went weak at the knees.

“Best yes I have ever given.” You answer. You were getting ready for the wrap party, which coincidentally happened to be the airing of your first episode. You look to him, and he gave you a weak, yet brave smile. He was probably having a moment of insecurity, like you had many times. “And I’d say yes. Over and over and over again.”

“Some days, I just, I don’t understand why you picked me. You have everything going your way, and you could have any hot male celebrity. Yet you chose me.”

“I got my hot male celebrity babe. You are it for me. You are my person. You get me 100%. You love me for me, 100%. You support me 100%. I don’t know what I’d do without that. You are my person. Forever. K?”

“I. I just.”

“Shut it green eyes. You are my person, end of story. You aren’t getting rid of me, and I’m not getting rid of you. For a long time. Okay?”

[easypeasybreezy]

Browsing the Archive

Ch 3- Alpha and Omega

Words- 2563

Rating- M

Summary- Sam and Gabriel figure things out, then Gabriel goes into heat.

Tags/Warnings- This chapter earns the rating! Alpha!Sam, Omega!Gabriel, heats, very brief mention of mpreg, implied/mentioned sexual content, language, general meta-ness. 

Today’s Sabriel week prompt was Alpha/Beta/Omega. Thank you to @warlockwriter for the beta, hehe :)

Read on Ao3 here ~

@ditsauthor99 @sabrielevents

***

Gabriel woke up curled up next to Sam, their legs tangled together. Yesterday, well, he was a bit of a mess. Losing his grace wasn’t easy on him. If it wasn’t for Sam, he didn’t know what would have happened. Sam had kissed him! His Sam…

He smiled, burying his face deep into Sam’s neck and breathing in his scent. He froze, then breathed again. This- this wasn’t normal. Sam smelled like… cedar wood, and the pages of a new book. Plus, was that peppermint? For some reason, Gabriel found the smell to be intoxicating. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his nose against Sam’s neck and breathing in deeply, again and again.

Sam stirred. “Mmm, Gabe, what are you-” He stopped, shifting his legs around Gabriel’s. “My leg is better.”

“That’s good,” said Gabriel from Sam’s neck, his voice muffled.

Sam extracted himself from Gabriel, causing him to whine, and turned over to face him. He pulled Gabriel’s head towards him, placing a kiss on top, then took a deep breath. “Oh my god, that smells so good.”

“Right, like wood and peppermint.”

Sam moved back from Gabriel, furrowing his brows. “No, that’s not what I smell. I smell uh, dark chocolate- and orange. There’s something else too that I can’t describe. More like, a feeling, like home.”

Gabriel frowned slightly. “Are you smelling me then?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

“And you’re telling me I smell like a Terry's chocolate orange,” he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.

“Er, yes,” Sam answered sheepishly, then sat up in the bed. His mouth dropped open. “Gabriel, this isn’t my bed. This isn’t my room.”

Gabriel followed him up, observing the room. It looked like a normal master bedroom in a house, with dressers, nightstands, and a window with the blinds down. They were sitting in a large bed with fluffy blue sheets, not the just barely large enough bed Sam had in the bunker. He then looked down at his bare chest. “Sam, you didn’t happen to uh, undress me while I was asleep, did you?”

“What? No, of course not!” Sam replied, noticing that the sweatpants and t-shirt he had worn to sleep were gone as well, and he was left in boxers.

Before they could question more, Sam’s cell phone rang from on top the nightstand. “It’s Cas,” he said to Gabriel before answering the phone and putting it on speaker. “Cas! Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Sam, just at home with Dean,” came the slightly confused answer. “I called to see how my brother is doing.”

“I’m here bro, doing just peachy,” Gabriel leaned over to talk.

“Good, well, make sure to stay hydrated during your heat. Hopefully this time you will be blessed with pups.”

“Uhh,” Gabriel didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Good luck you two. Goodbye.”

The phone clicked, signaling that Cas had ended the call. Sam and Gabriel sat in silence, taking in everything that had been said.

Finally, Gabriel spoke up. “Ok, there were so many things wrong with that conversation, but first off, that wasn’t our Cas.”

“No, no. definitely not. And,” Sam hesitated before continuing, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

Gabe started to fan himself. It was getting a bit hot. “Please, enlighten me.”

Sam looked a little embarrassed. “Well, you know the supernatural books that Chuck wrote?”

“Everyone knows those. Dad’s favorite creation probably.”

“Right, well. I uhh, did a little bit of research on the fanbase a while ago. They write these… stories based on the books.”

“I know what fanfiction is,” then Gabriel paused, realizing where Sam was going. “Oh fuck.”

“He’s making us live these scenarios! Remember, he said we could try someone else’s writing? And he said he would borrow your ideas.”

Gabriel was sweating. “So you’re saying he’s doing TV Land but with Supernatural fanfiction? Shit, shit.”

“Yesterday was just a generic, getting hurt taking care of each other thing. So, based on the fic I’ve, researched, right now we’re in a…” Sam looked to the side, almost like he was afraid to go on. Gabriel was impatient waiting for him to continue, but deep down he knew what was coming. “We’re in an alpha beta omega fic.”

Gabriel threw his head back with a groan. “As much as I wanna make fun of you for knowing about that Sam, there’s a more important issue. I realllly don’t want to go into heat right now.”

“Oh?” Sam asked, a bit surprised. Gabriel glared at him. “Well, I don’t know, I thought you might be into it.”

“Sure Sam, maybe when we’re not being controlled and watched by my dad, I would be into some weird as fuck sex.”

“Right, of course,” he replied, nodding. “Anyways, maybe there’s some medicine you can take to stop it. I think I read something like that before.”

They climbed out of bed and got dressed in a hurry. Thankfully the clothes in the dressers were their size. Sam’s scent was starting to get distracting to Gabriel, and it looked like Sam was starting to breathe through his mouth. They tore apart the bathroom and found a bottle of pills labeled scent blockers in the medicine cabinet.

Sam took the bottle and immediately downed two pills.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him, reaching for the bottle.

“Sorry, it’s just, you were getting to be a lot,” Sam explained, then he frowned at the bottle. “Why isn’t it working?”

Gabriel chuckled before taking the pills himself. “They block your smell, Sam. Now that I took some it should go away.” He already couldn’t smell Sam, so it shouldn’t take long for him either.

Sam gave him an embarrassed look then took a deep breath. He visibly relaxed. “You’re right, the smell is gone now.”

After that they continued their search with more focus but couldn’t find anything to stop Gabriel’s heat. They ended up in the living room, Gabriel laying down on the couch and Sam in a chair with a laptop open. The TV was on some random cooking show.

“So I did some research,” started Sam.

“Uh huh.”

“I found out we’re in Lawrence, Kansas. Of course,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It looks like I can get something to stop your heat pretty easily over the counter. There’s a drug store ten minutes away.”

“Then go,” groaned Gabriel. He was getting hotter and hotter, and he didn’t want to know what would happen next.

“Yeah, just, hold on,” he went into the kitchen, then Gabriel could hear water running. He came back with a glass of water and a wet towel. “Stay here,” he said, putting the cloth on Gabe’s forehead and the class on the side table. “Drink that if you can, I’ll be back soon.”

The wet cloth was a cool relief against Gabriel’s head. “Yes sir,” he said weakly with a grin. Sam smiled and left the house.

Gabriel took a couple of sips of water and fell back down on the couch. This sucked. This really fucking sucked. He didn’t have his powers, he was going into heat, and Sam had left him alone. Wait, Sam leaving him should not bother him that much. Omega stuff was bullshit. The towel on Gabriel’s forehead grew warm and gross, and he threw it off to the side. He needed Sam.

***

Sam’s trip to the store was uneventful, and thankfully he was able to buy the medicine with no problem. For some reason, he felt bad about leaving Gabe alone, and he may have sped a little on the way back. It didn’t really make sense though- Gabriel could take care of himself, he would be fine. Still, Sam was antsy and returned to the house in just over half an hour.

When he stepped through the door, Sam was hit by that same chocolate orange scent. He saw Gabriel sitting on the couch panting and staring at him, his eyes open wide and pupils blown. An urge came over Sam to run to Gabriel and claim him. Sam shook his head, freeing himself from those thoughts. What was happening to him? He started to rip open the medicine packaging. “Christ Gabe, you gotta take this now.”

Gabriel blinked as Sam brought the pills over to him. “Yes, I definitely need that. Right now.” He took the pills from Sam and downed them, followed by the rest of the water. “I don’t feel any different,” he said.

Sam looked at him apologetically. “This isn’t supposed to be taken after the heat starts. It’s gonna take a little time to work.”

Gabriel flopped back onto the couch. “This is hard Sam,” he whined.

Sam picked up the cloth off the ground and grabbed the empty glass. “Believe me, I know,” he said, walking to the kitchen. He refilled the glass and refreshed the towel before returning to Gabriel. The scent coming from him was so enticing…

“Gabriel, if you want to get through this easier,” he started, placing the rag back across Gabriel’s forehead. “We could just, um, have sex?”

“No!” Gabriel exclaimed. Sam was a little shocked at that. “I mean, not that I don’t want to,” he hastily continued. “God, I really want to. Just, not like this.”

“Not like what?” Sam asked.

Gabriel groaned as a wave of something passed through him. “Not like this!” he said, gesturing his at his body and Sam’s. “Not under the influence of whatever weird shit Chuck is putting us through!”

“Ok, Gabriel. I can agree with that,” said Sam. He was somewhat touched that Gabriel felt like that. “How about I move to a different room to make things easier?”

“No. I hate when you leave, want you here.”

Sam rubbed his forehead. That wasn’t going to make things any easier. He couldn’t say no to Gabriel though. “Fine, but I’ll have to distract myself somehow.”

Gabriel just replied by grunting at him.

Sam shook his head and grabbed the laptop before sitting in the chair furthest from the couch. He opened YouTube and tried to ignore the scent and small noises coming from Gabriel.

A couple of hours went by like that. He found that if he concentrated hard enough on the computer it wasn’t that hard to control himself. He had found some information online and brought Gabriel a blanket from the bedroom, which he wrapped himself up in. It seemed to calm him down, which made things easier for Sam. He would still change the cloth on Gabriel’s forehead every once in a while, and refilled his water a couple of times. He made them sandwiches to eat, but Gabriel refused any food. However, it seemed like they would get through this without incident.

Sam was engrossed in the internet, trying to figure out if the supernatural still existed in this world, when Gabriel called out to him.

“Hnn, Sam.”

Sam didn’t hear him as he was focused on a deep web forum about ghost sightings.

“SAM!”

“What?” he called back, only half paying attention.

“I’m wet,” said Gabriel.

Sam slowly turned his head away from the computer. “Excuse me?”

“I’m fucking wet, Sam!” he complained with a groan.

Sam was confused for a second, then he remembered what he had seen online. “You mean…?”

Gabriel nodded, pointing down towards his lower body.

Sam looked away, covering his face with his hands, and started to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Winchester!”

“I’m sorry, its just,” he started, his voice shaky, “I either laugh at the utter ridiculousness of this, or I listen to the part of me that’s finding it really fucking hot.”

Gabriel let out a strangled yelp.

“Look,” Sam said after he got himself under control, pointedly avoiding looking at Gabriel, “Would it help if you uh, took care of it yourself?”

“I thought about it. That won’t help. It won’t work without you.”

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Oh. That was not the best idea. Gabe’s scent was calling to him, begging him to make him his. He felt something stirring within him, protectiveness, possessiveness. He opened his eyes and shut the laptop, standing up and taking a step towards Gabriel.

“Listen,” his voice was rough and commanding. “If you say one more thing like that, I won't be able to hold myself back anymore, understand? So please, be quiet.”

Gabriel gulped, and nodded. Sam moved back to the chair, shocked at what he had done. Was that the alpha part coming out? He didn’t like it, and resolved to not act like that again. He opened the computer again, hoping that the medicine would kick in soon.

***

Heat. Burning. Longing. Sam. Sam. Sam. Gabriel curled up on himself more, clutching on to the blanket surrounding him. Sam told him to be quiet, so he wouldn’t make a noise. It hurt. He wanted it to go away. And even though the solution to this problem was sitting fifteen feet away from him, he wasn’t going to give in. He would be with Sam on his own terms, not because his father put him in this shitty world.

Chuck. Screw him. He used to have respect for his father- more than a certain brother of his did anyway. But now he understood. Chuck never cared about him, or his siblings, or even the Winchesters. All he cared about were his stupid books and being entertained. Gabriel was done with him.

Oh? Gabriel’s symptoms had subsided while he was lost in thought. Apparently thinking about his dad had helped with that. He now felt like he did before Sam had left to get the medicine. He shifted on the couch, feeling sticky and gross. Ugh. Slowly uncurling himself, he poked his head out from under the blanket.

Sam looked over from his computer. “Gabriel? Are you feeling better? I noticed your scent went down.”

“Um, yeah,” he said, his voice weak. “I think I need a shower, and sleep. A lot of sleeping.” He sat up on the couch throwing the blanket to the side. He tried to stand up but fell right back down on the couch.

“Whoa! Let me help,” Sam said, leaping up from his chair and moving to Gabriel.

“That must have taken a lot out of me,” said Gabriel as Sam pulled him up from the couch. Sam supported him as they walked towards the bathroom. His legs were a bit shaky, but growing steadier with each step.

“Just take it easy,” advised Sam.

They reached the bathroom and Gabriel found he was strong enough to stand on his own. Sam left to get him a new set of clothes, and Gabriel stripped before getting into the shower. The water running over him felt amazing, like the remnants of his heat were being washed away. When he finished, he changed into the clothes Sam had brought, and went into the bedroom. The whole ordeal had left him dead tired.

Sam was waiting for him there. “I’m gonna take a shower and join you with sleeping,” he said. “I can’t manage to do anything else today.”

“Okay,” Gabriel yawned, then he crawled into bed. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. However, he didn’t fall asleep until a freshly showered Sam joined him under the covers twenty minutes later.

[petersshirts]

Christmas Lights | tom holland

Day 3 of Christmas Week

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: when the Christmas season starts, tom reflects on the time he has spent with you when everything was still fine // this is inspired by my absolute favourite Christmas song by coldplay

words: 1,8 k

warnings: angsty y’all

A/N: Welcome to Christmas Day 3 and the first one that is sad… I’m sorry but for some people, Christmas is a bad memory and I wanted to show that with this piece. Also, Bold letters are the lyrics and cursive are memories, hope you enjoy! :) and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Christmas night, another fight, tears, we cried a flood

Got all kinds of poison in, of poison in my blood

I took my feet to Oxford Street, trying to right a wrong

Just walk away, those windows say but I can’t believe she’s gone

Tom walked down the street with his hoodie safely draped over his head, his hands slouched into his jacket pockets. There were only a few days left until Christmas Eve and Tom still hadn’t bought any Christmas presents, too caught up in his own head. This winter was especially cold this year in the UK and even though Tom used to love the cold season, he now hated the creeping cold that was always freezing his feet and there was no one to keep him warm. Especially not you.

„Oh look at those bedsheets! Nikki would love them!“ Your eyes were glowing when you pointed to the brown bedsheets that were shown in the display window of the shop. Tom could only stare at you; your nose was red due to the cold weather and a big beanie covered your hair to keep your ears warm. You looked so cosy, all he wanted was to go back to your shared apartment and cuddle on the couch all day instead of buying all those Christmas gifts. Actually, you were finding all the Christmas Gifts and he bought them, looking like he had found them all by himself.

„I don’t wanna give my mum bedsheets. That’s boring, Y/N.“ You pouted at his words but Tom pressed a kiss on your lips, causing you to giggle. „Come on, let’s look somewhere else.“ And with that, he grabbed your hand and tugged you away from the shop to find something more personal for his mother. A smile tugged on your lips and you followed him, certain that you would find something even better.

___________________________

Up above, candles on air flicker, oh, they flicker and they float

and I’m up here holding on to all those chandeliers of hope

Like some drunken Elvis singing, I go singing out of tune

Saying How I always loved you darling and I always will

Thinking back at a time where everything had been good caused pain flowing through Toms’ whole stomach. It had been such a long time since you left but it was still hard for Tom to accept it. Some mornings, he was still certain that you would stand in his kitchen, making pancakes for the two of you. But when you fought so bad that you couldn’t even look each other in the eye last Christmas, everything fell down. And since then, he couldn’t bear the thought of having to celebrate Christmas again with his family, pretending like he was fine and not that Christmas was just nothing without you. But he knew that there was no way to get you back.

But he just couldn’t stop mourning over the fact that you were long gone and not his anymore.

„You know what, I can’t do this anymore!“ You yelled when Tom had closed the door of your apartment behind you, isolating yourself from the paparazzi and fans outside of your home. You had been on a nice date but some fan must have found your home address and posted it online, causing everything to end in complete chaos. You had never liked the spotlight and Tom had always managed to keep you on the down low so no one would come to talk to you. But when you saw all those people in front of your apartment building, the only place you felt at home, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

„Oh come on Y/N, it wasn’t that bad,“ Toms’ voice was quiet, trying to calm you down. But you were far away from that point. You were furious because your privacy had been stolen. And your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind at all.

„It wasn’t that bad?? Tom, they are in front of our house, and I have to leave that house again tomorrow for work and they will not leave until then, I promise you that,“ you hissed, feeling betrayed. Tom rolled his eyes and walked towards the kitchen, ignoring you.

„You knew this when we got into a relationship. And now we have to deal with that.“ You raised your eyebrows at his voice, shook that he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

„We’ve been together for three years and no one ever found an apartment of ours. And if you don’t wanna talk to me, then I’m gonna act on this. I’m leaving.“ And with that, you stomped into the bedroom to pack your things.

Tom knew hat he should have run after you that night and talk about this, but he was too tired to care. There had always been fights about Toms’ popularity and his huge fan base. But after this day, it got only harder. Whenever he tried to reach you, you wouldn’t answer his calls. He slowly realised how stupid it had been to just let you go without saying anything. Because he loved you, he really did. But it was too late to tell you that now and he had been too ignorant to show you that he cared more about you than his career.

Tom continued his walk through Downtown London to find presents for his whole family, but he couldn’t find anything. All he could think about was you by his side, finding the perfect presents. You were always the more sentimental one and it was hard for Tom to push all those memories back and find a present that would get his parents and brothers to light up and thank him. But he only found things that you would love and it took everything in him to not buy something and just keep it for him. It was silly but he wasn’t sure if his heart would ever heal. And if he could ever look at Christmas like he used to when you were together.

He slowly started to walk back to the Underground, hoping that he could find presents online or his brother should just tell him what they wanted. He couldn’t stay another second here, surrounded by those Christmas Lights. His head started spinning and he was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t see the person that walked straight into him. The impact was so big that Tom fell down and the person right onto him, presents falling everywhere.

Those Christmas lights light up the street maybe they’ll bring her back to me

and then all my troubles will be gone oh, Christmas lights, keep shining on

When Tom looked up, he looked into familiar eyes he would remember for the rest of his life. He gulped and tried to move, but his muscles wouldn’t budge. Because this was you, Y/N, the love of his life. Your breath hitched when you realised who you had run to and you immediately jumped up and gathered your presents, trying not to think about your ex-boyfriend that finally managed to stand up.

„I’m sorry…“ Tom started but you interrupted, only wanting to escape this situation. You were still not over him and you missed him every single day, and talking to him would only make it worse.

„I - it’s fine, no worries,“ You got your bags all back into your hands and wanted to turn around and run away, as far away from Tom as possible.

But suddenly, a hand gripped your arm and you needed to stop and look back into Toms’ eyes. He still couldn’t believe that you were right in front of him, like a Christmas miracle. And this time, he would not risk you running away again.

„No, Y/N, I“m sorry about what happened one year ago. I should have come after you and we should have talked this out because you meant so much to me, you still do. Please don’t leave me again, this was the hardest year for me. You’re everything to me.“ Toms’ words were rushed and full of passion, you knew that he was telling you the truth. But you couldn’t forget the horrifying pain in your chest, telling you to get away and never see him again. Because he had started it all and you had only done what was best for the two of you. But you also missed him so much that it hurt. Especially around Christmas, a season that always had a special place in your heart.

He finally let you go and you stepped back, shaking your head. „I don’t know Tom. This has been so long and…“ „Tell me you don’t have any feelings for me anymore and I will go. I will never bother you again.“ He was breathless when he said that and you stared at him, knowing that those feelings were still there and you were certain that they would never vanish completely.

„Tom, I - I can’t…“ but again, you were interrupted when Tom lunged forward and pressed his lips on yours, putting all his love for you in the kiss. You immediately kissed him back and snaked your hands around his neck, loving to finally have him back in your arms. You kissed for a few minutes, in the middle of the crowd that was rushing by for the last few Christmas presents. Tom whined when you slowly pulled away, your head spinning. The feelings were there and Tom knew that according to the grin on his face.

„I will call you okay?“ You mumbled and a blush rose up your cheek, realising that you had kissed Tom. That the lips you had missed so much had finally been on yours again. Tom nodded and when you backed away, you turned around one more time, a smile resting on your lips that would most likely not leave in the next few hours.

„Merry Christmas, Tom.“ And with that, you disappeared into the crowd. Tom stood there, shocked about what had happened. His lips were prickling and his cheeks were still warm from your heat.

Maybe this Christmas wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on

If you liked this, please let me know down below!

Permanent Taglist and my lovely mutuals:

@smexylemony // @ive-got-more-wit // @lou-la-lou // @loxbbg // @seanna313 // @underoos-shield // @hollandfieldblurbs // @supernatural-strangerthings-1980 // @ixchel-9275 // @thejourneyneverendsx // @sideeffectsofyou // @teenwolfbitches2 // @mywinterwolf // @alex--awesome--22 // @wronglanemendes

@peterpumpkinparker // @underoos-shield // @peters-christmas  // @twilightparker // @h-osterfield // @revengingbarnes // @moonkissedtom // @curlytoms // @holland-peters //  @fratboievans // @spiderrrling // @buckysbeardliness // @hollandroos // @madmadmilk

[wrestlewriting]

31 Little Wrestling Fics Challenge (October Wrestling Challenge)

Tagging: @running-ropes @tyferbebe @chasingeverybreakingwave @thegenericluchadora @theprestigious0ne @alexahood21 @castielscamander @spine-buster @heelturn-timesten @crookedmoonsaultpunk @nickysmum1909 @morgunsilver @wrasslin-rollins @morgancorbin @reigningambrollins @bbmbabe @allhailthe-demonking @rebelfleur22 @im-indestructible @heelstarla @sixdegreesofsamson @vixxyvampire @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @valeonmars @pjanina13 @bolieve-that @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury @thewriterformerlytaggedas @fan-fiction-galore @songsofasirenqueen @sleeplessandcynical @thedeboniardevistation @thebadchic @cfloyd776 @spooky-spot-of-bother

Quote: 19. “Just focus on me. Everything will be fine.” 

Location: 1. Haunted House

Situation: 3. Trick or treating.

Supernatural element: 23. Stupidly accurate horoscope app

Finn Balor (this was my choice)

This is fluff. For not all spooky things need to be scary.

I hope you enjoy!!!

“A rapid change is taking place in your life now, and it may be causing you some stress and worry. But isn’t this precisely the kind of change you figured you would need to resolve a few of your more pressing matters? Although this feels sudden and out of control, it will all fall into place rather quickly. And yes, this is exactly what you sought from the universe. It just seems to be taking place all at once, which can seem overwhelming. Just trust what you requested of the universe is unfolding, and let that be your comfort.”

Bennett was a smart girl, honestly. She didn’t believe everything she heard or read, not before doing her own research on the matter. She trusted science and knew better than to think her viewpoint was the only viewpoint.

That said, just for laughs, she always read her daily horoscope on an app on her phone. She didn’t put any faith in it, didn’t live her life by it, and if somehow it ever came true she just said ‘huh’ and moved on about her life. Most of the time, Bennett read it and decided it’s vagueness was a safe method to make it true for everyone.

The app she had downloaded was the highest rated. To her, that just meant it was the least-glitchy to use. The program, which included things like daily horoscopes and Chinese zodiac interpretations, was fun to flip through when she was bored.

And that’s how she found herself that morning. Well, not bored necessarily. But alone in the living room, a cup of coffee in her one hand, the TV on quietly projecting the local morning news. She’d already been through Facebook, Instagram, Twitter…the usual suspects for mindless morning activities before getting ready for work.

Her horoscope for the day made her smirk. What rapid change? This was the steadiest her life had ever been, ever. Six months ago, she had married Finn. He was regularly on the road wrestling, but even that had settled into a routine. He was gone, typically, the same days of the week, unless there was an overseas tour. And Bennett worked Monday through Friday at one of the local elementary schools as the secretary.

Everything was smooth sailing for them at this time. She knew it probably wouldn’t last entirely, because life, but she was going to enjoy it while she could.

Finn didn’t like her ‘horoscope commitment’ as he called it. He thought it was all hokey and cheesy, a true waste of time. Even though she wasn’t taking it seriously, he still felt she could do without it altogether. It probably didn’t help that she regularly read him his own predictions without prompting.

Putting down her phone and coffee, she stood up and stretched out her body. She needed to start getting ready for the day. Heading back upstairs, she quietly went back into the bedroom, where Finn was still partially under the covers, asleep. She went into the attached bathroom, shutting the door after herself.

By the time she’d finished showering, did her hair and makeup, and put on the clothes she’d laid out for herself the night before,  Finn was no longer in the bed.

Downstairs she found him in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was dressed in just low-slung gym shorts, his hair messy. Just-woken-up-Finn was one of her top five favorite versions of her husband, honestly.

“Morning babe,” she greeted as she walked past him, her hand gliding across his lower back, a short kiss going to his shoulder.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, clearly still trying to come to terms with being up for the day. Bennett smirked to herself, going into the living room to retrieve her phone and cup from earlier. Back in the kitchen, she went about putting her lunch together and getting her work bag from the nearby table. By the time she set the items on the counter, Finn appeared more awake.

“Horoscope today told me big changes are coming for me. So today should be momentous,” Bennett solemnly said, before a wide grin took over her face. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“You, need help,” Finn declared, shaking his head briefly, before sipping at his cup.

“Let’s see what you need to be focused on today,” she decided happily, her attention going to her phone.

“Benn, baby, please, no,” he all but whined.

“AHEM,” Bennett dramatically cleared her throat. “‘You are finally about to get something you have wanted. But now that it is close, you may feel another option that was less desirable is actually the better choice. Sometimes making a difficult decision can be as easy as seeing the best choice taken away. Only then does desperation kick in, and you recognize what’s really important to you. That may be the case now, Leo, and you must act quickly if you want to change direction. It is not too late to change your mind, and your path,’” Bennett read from her phone. When she was done, she looked up to meet Finn’s gaze. He was leaned over the counter now, his mug between both his hands. Neither said a word at first until Bennett raised her eyebrows and made a ‘what about that’-type face at him, which caused him to laugh.

“You got any big decision to be makin’?”

“Not that I can think of, no,” Finn humored her. “And even then, it would be ‘bout work most likely.”

“…mmhmm…” Bennett replied suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at him briefly. Finn rolled his own, not suppressing a bemused smile to go along with the action. “Well, whatever it is, I guess it’s out of your hands now.”

“Apparently,” he chuckled. Bennett came around the corner, leaning over to meet him in a kiss. “You’ll be home ‘bout 4, yea?”

“That’s the plan,” she confirmed, kissing him again, before going to pick up her bags from the counter. “I told Harper to bring the kids here around 6.”

“Got it.”

“Did you decide on your costume for the night?”

“…sure.” Bennett leveled a look at him, to which he raised one hand in a pacifying manner. “It’ll be sorted before the night, I promise.”

“It better be. The kids are super excited for this,” she said.

“Never done somethin’ like this before, so it’ll be interestin’ for sure,” Finn agreed.

Sometimes Bennett forgot that many of the US traditions and customs weren’t world-widely accepted and that Finn didn’t do these kinds of things growing up.

Which made the plan for the night even more fun, honestly. Getting to see him experience new things for the first time, sharing things with him that Bennett loved doing, was cool, to say the least. And Halloween was her absolute favorite holiday and they didn’t get to spend it together often.

Bennett and Finn had arranged to take her niece and nephew to a local shopping center where the stores were doing trick-or-treating for Halloween. Also in the plaza was a pop-up haunted house, which had five separate ‘houses’ within it.

Bennett adored her niece and nephew, of ages 9 and 11 years old, respectively. Their younger sister, only 5 years old, wasn’t coming on the excursion.

Jessa, in true middle child fashion, was the most vocal. Jordan, he played the stoic big brother role perfectly when he chose to.

They were both smart, intuitive, honest. It was sometimes to a fault, but endearing, after the fact.

And they loved their Uncle Finn. When Bennett had initially said she wanted to take the kids to the event, Finn had been the one to point out Halloween fell on a day he’d be home this year. After clearing the matter with her sister, who was honestly more than happy to not have to handle the two rambunctious kids on a holiday made for chaos, the plan had been set.

Both Jessa and Jordan had shrieked and tackled them when told they’d be doing trick-or-treating with their Aunt and Uncle, and also going to haunted houses. Honestly, Bennett couldn’t remember seeing them so excited before. And she was beyond ready for the awesome night to happen as well.

“OK, well, get your rest today. Chasing those two around is gonna be a lot of work,” Bennett advised, kissing him once again as she took out her car keys.

“I’ll consider it my cardio for the day,” Finn decided, making her laugh. “Love you, beautiful.”

“Love you,” she echoed before turning and leaving the house. Now all she had to do was survive Halloween in an elementary school for the day.

Bennett finally made it home, almost an hour after the time she had intended to. There had been two car accidents, and general bad traffic, holding her up on her commute.

She hated feeling rushed, but now she had no choice but to be.

While in traffic, she’d called Finn and told him to start getting ready and she would be home as soon as she could. Finn had been calm and relaxed about the matter, assuring her it would all be OK and they had plenty of time for the night.

He was, as always, the calm to her storm.

Bennett didn’t even spare a glance as she tossed her bags onto the kitchen counter, set on getting ready in her costume. She had less than an hour, and she knew her hair alone would take up half that time.

“Babe! Where are you?”

“In here,” Finn’s voice came from the living room. Bennett walked quickly in there, prepared to see him not at all ready for the night.

What she found standing before her, however, was anything but.

“Oh…oh…my fucking…FINN.” Bennett couldn’t finish a thought as she was having a hundred of them at once as she took in Finn’s appearance.

Starting at the top, his dark hair was gone, covered by a bald cap. He had on a black T-shirt, the large white lettering on it proudly displaying ‘Gallows & Anderson’ among other words. And his bottom half was adorned in black tights, the strange face-mask-with-swords logo clear on his thighs. His right arm even had drawings across it, imitating tattoos.

“Hey,” Finn greeted her with a nod of his head.

Her laughter was immediate and loud.

“Come ‘ere, and Too Sweet me,” he requested, holding his hand up, his American accent something special to hear.

Bennett was holding onto the back of the couch, shaking with hysterics, definitely unable to do anything he had just requested.

“Finn, oh…what the… hell?” She finally got out words between her laughs. Finn was just smiling brightly at her, clearly proud of himself.

“What? Told ya I had a costume worked out,” he stated, speaking back in his normal voice. Bennett managed to take in a few deep breaths, her laughter subsiding, but the bemused look on her face still just as strong.

“You look ridiculous,” she declared. Finn dramatically gasped, putting his hand on his heart.

“How dare you! I’m tellin’ Karl you said that,” he replied.

“Oh, I didn’t say Karl looks ridiculous. This look works for him. It’s you that this is a special kind of special for,” Bennett explained, waving her hand to indicate the costume. Finn looked down at himself, before shrugging his shoulders and looking back to her.

“It’s actually kinda nice wearin’ clothes.”

“I’m gonna have to strongly disagree with you.” Bennett wiggled her eyebrows, which made Finn laugh. “OK, this has been entertaining, and I know the rest of the family will say the same. But now it’s time for me to go get ready.”

“Can’t wait to see.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she teased, before turning and quickly going upstairs.

Bennett had decided on her costume just last week, but it had been easy enough to put together, given a couple of the items were already in their house.

As she had predicted, doing her hair took the longest, followed by her make-up. The outfit was simple enough, something she could just slide into.

By the time she was done, her sister had texted stating they were on their way. As her family lived only a town over, she knew they would be there rather quickly.

Glancing over herself once more in the floor length mirror, she fluffed her hair and headed back downstairs to where she’d left Finn in the living room.

Bennett’s red heels clicked along their wooden floor as she came around the couch and stood in front of it, allowing Finn to take in her whole look.

And he was definitely taking it in, his eyes widening as they scanned over every inch of her. Her legs were encased in leather-look skintight leggings, her upper half covered with a black leather jacket. Her red-tinted hair was partially pinned up, but full of curls.

With a rehearsed confidence, Bennett trailed her hands down the lapels of the leather jacket slowly, before pulling it open, revealing her torso, which was covered in tight black material as well, a belt high on her waist.

“Tell me about it, stud,” she purred out, shifting her weight to one leg, cocking her hip just a bit.

“Damn, baby,” Finn finally spoke.

“Wanna see the best part?” He nodded quickly. Bennett smiled, and with a purposeful step, turned herself so her back was facing him, revealing the Balor Club logo embroidered on the back of her leather jacket.

“That is…amazin’,” he confirmed, with an awed-sounding laugh following his words. “…shit. You’re so hot.”

“If you’re good, maybe tonight you can meditate in my direction,” Bennett offered cheekily, turning back around to face him. Finn laughed outright, standing up to come to her. His arm slid around her waist, his hand pressing into the small of her back, bringing her body against his.

“I love you, ya know that?”

“Heard it a few times. Always nice to hear it more,” she whispered, as he came closer to put his lips to hers. “Lipstick.”

“Don’t care.” And he didn’t apparently, as he kissed her thoroughly.

The doorbell ringing, followed by the door opening, and little feet hitting the entrance way broke them apart quickly.

“AUNT NETTIE!” Jessa’s voice carried very easily through the house. Bennett and Finn stepped back from each other, turning to watch as the small zombie came barreling into the room. Dressed in a tattered and shredded black shirt, which was over equally tattered leggings, she looked like she’d been through the wringer. Her hair was in frizzed out pigtails, her face made-up to appear paler, with various bloody cuts and scrapes on her exposed skin.

The costume didn’t surprise Bennett one bit. Her niece was into gore and horror, as much as any 9 year old should be allowed to be. Her sister and brother-in-law did their best to not expose the girl to anything too terrible, but Jessa was a fearless little soul and found it all fascinating.

It took her a moment to realize the beat up t-shirt was a Bullet Club t-shirt. It made her grin internally.

“Look at you! You look amazing!” Bennett praised her niece as she came over, hugging her to her waist. “I love it, Jessie!”

“You look so pretty,” the little girl told her aunt. “And Uncle Finn, you look silly.”

“Thanks, kid,” Finn replied with a laugh, as Jessa giggled going to also hug him in greeting. “Nice shirt.”

“Hey everyone,” Harper greeted, entering the room.

“Where’s the other one?”

“Oh, you mean your husband?”

“What?” Bennett questioned, confused and almost concerned.

And then Jordan came into view and her jaw dropped.

He was Finn. Well, dressed like Finn Bálor, essentially.

On his head rested the headdress of red and black dangling fabrics. His face was painted, blacks and reds and whites, the illusion of teeth over his mouth.

Instead of being in wrestling gear, however, he had on one of Finn’s t-shirts, which had the simplistic design of also the white fangs. He was in black shorts, but his legs were mostly covered in shin pads. The pads had the teeth design on the knee, with red flames coming up his calves.

Bennett was truly speechless at first.

“Did you…did you know about this?” she finally questioned Finn.

“Where do you think he got some of the stuff?” Finn retorted with a laugh. “We have had this planned for weeks.”

“Yep,” Jordan confirmed, as he and Finn Two-Sweeted one another.

“Time. Out,” Bennett demanded. “So you’re telling me, you planned all of this with him? And Jessa’s shirt? Also on purpose?”

“Exactly,” Finn concurred with a wink. “It was actually Jordan’s idea that started the whole thing.”

Bennett looked down at her nephew, who was just staring back at her straight-faced. She assumed he was trying his hardest to play the part of ‘The Demon’.

“But…you didn’t know I was gonna be wearing your jacket? You didn’t know my costume!”

“…or did I?” Finn challenged, his tone mischievous.

And at that, it all clicked into place. Bennett’s eyes flashed to her sister’s, who was already grinning cheekily.

“Harper!”

“Oh come off it. This is adorable. And I know how excited you were for tonight, and how much you love Halloween, and I thought it would just be really special for you to have your family together as a unit.”

Bennett had no argument to that. And in fact, she was trying her hardest to keep the tears at bay, touched deeply at how much her family did for tonight to be so memorable.

“Alright! Let’s get some super awesome pictures that I’m highly tempted to use as my Christmas card, and send you all on your way!” Harper proclaimed.

The following half hour felt like a professional photo shoot. Pictures were taken of every possible combination of person; some serious, some silly. Bennett’s favorites she already knew would be of her and Finn with both the kids.

Bálor Club, represent.

“Is it time for the haunted houses?” Jessa asked for what felt like the hundredth time. From the moment they’d arrived at the shopping center, it was all she had been excited for. She enjoyed getting candy, as any kid did, but she really wanted to go see the horror show up close.

“Let’s first put your guys’ stuff in the car, and then yes, it is haunted house time,” Bennett explained, causing the little girl to cheer.

The trick-or-treating had been fun, and their group had received many looks and comments. Most of the comments came from little kids and their fathers, but some of the women present also understood the reference. That made Bennett happy.

After dropping off their items in the car, the group headed over to the haunted house storefront, standing in line to pay their admission. Once inside the large space, it was sensory overload. There were people everywhere, many in costume, and it was hard to tell who was visiting and who worked there. Along the perimeter were the entrances to the various houses, all having different themes.

“Where to first, guys?” Finn asked. Jordan just shrugged.

“I want…that one!” Jessa finally decided, pointing to the entrance that was directly in the middle. The outside façade of the maze was decorated with a large Crystal Ball, tarot cards, and glittering silver lights throughout. As they walked closer, there were also hands palm up painted on the wood, along with actual fake hands hanging. A couple swords were also present.

“Let’s do this then,” Bennett declared. “Before we go in though, you two need to stay with us, OK?” Both of the children nodded in understanding. Bennett wasn’t very worried about them wandering off, they’d been great about it all night. But she also knew how excited Jessa was, and sometimes excitement overrode common sense and safety.

As they wandered through the house, there were some jump-scares, and some creepy scenes to look at. But Bennett knew there was going to be the big thing at some point.

What she hadn’t expected was to be stopped at a room by a ‘guard’, who told them to wait. After a minute, he told them to enter the last room and “behold the wisdom of the woman prophet”.

The room they entered was dimly light, with fabrics draped all along. There were various objects tacked to the walls, creepy pictures, actual skulls, bloodied tarot cards. Candles were flickering throughout the space.

“Welcome, my children.” The woman was seated a table in the dead center of the room, dressed in typical ‘fortune teller’ fashion. Her clothes were flowing, various bits of jewelry on every part of her body possible. The table in front of her was covered in a rich fabric, a ball sitting in front of her. Beside it sat a clean deck of tarot cards, and on the other side, crystals and small vials of unknown things.

“Please, come closer,” the woman requested. Jessa didn’t even hesitate, and Bennett followed her. Jordan, who had repeatedly declared throughout the house how ‘dumb’ he found it, remained to the side with Finn.

“Please, tell me, what do you wish to know about?” But instead of waiting for Jessa to speak, the woman held up one of her hands sternly. “No, never mind. I do not need you to tell me, for the universe is telling me what you must know now.” She looked down at her ball, moving her hands around it. It lit up at her action, and Bennett had to appreciate the effects.

“Your existence is about to change,” the older woman stated, her gaze going from the crystal ball to Bennett’s face. “You’re going to bring more into this world.”

“OK?” Bennett laughed out.

“You, my dear, are made of the stars and the seas, of the heavens and the lands, and you are powerful in your finite existence. You are made to make, to extend, to expand, to create.” The women paused, making sure her eyes were with Bennett’s. “You are made to make something within in you that will change so many lives.”

Bennett looked at the woman for a moment longer, before turning to look at Finn who was already looking back at her with eyebrows raised.

“I bet you have a part in this, somehow,” she said, with a crooked smile. “You’re always involved in my biggest moments somehow.”

“What can I say darlin’, I’m here to assist,” Finn replied, with a short smirk.

“Wait, you have something in you? Like a baby?” Jessa asked, and Bennett’s head whipped around, her wide-eyes meeting her niece’s. “‘Cause that would be kinda cool.”

“I hope it’s a boy. I’m sick of being outnumbered in the family,” Jordan declared, crossing his arms over his chest. “Right, Uncle Finn?”

“Uh….” Your husband seemed just as surprised at the turn of the conversation as you were.

“Alright, cool, thanks,” Bennett diverted everyone’s attention, nodding towards the woman. “I think we are done here. Cool house. Nice work.”

“…this is not something to be ignored or belittled,” the woman replied sternly. “Embrace this, enjoy this. You are about to be everything you should be.”

“…wanna go to the next house?” Bennett didn’t even acknowledge the woman’s words, focusing only on Jordan.

“Yes, please,” he replied. And with that, she and Finn ushered the children through the last door, coming back out onto the open floor of the building.

“Aunt Nettie, are you pregnant?” Jessa asked directly.

“Not that I’m aware of,” Bennett answered flippantly.

“Can we help name the baby?” Her niece further questioned.

“There is no baby to name.”

“But what if there is? That lady seemed pretty sure,” Jordan argued, outnumbering Bennett in the conversation. She looked to Finn for help, but he too looked at a loss as to what to say.

“Listen, that woman, she is paid to act and spook us. That doesn’t mean what she says is real.”

“…OK.” Jordan conceded.

“Alright, so next house?” Finn finally spoke up, clapping his hands together. Jessa agreed enthusiastically, and Jordan chose for them to go through one that looked incredibly dark and gory.        

They went through the rest of the houses, which were far more outwardly scary, full of clowns and serial killers and weapons.

But for Bennett, that first house remained the most memorable and jarring.

Four days later, Bennett found herself feeling like total junk, spending her Saturday in bed. She’d been sick early that morning but hadn’t since. She just felt tired and achy and unhappy all around.

When her phone rang, she threw an arm out to grab it from nearby.

“Yo,” she grumbled.

“Still feeling crappy?” Harper asked.

“I’m just…tired and I hurt and I wanna sleep but I feel like shit so I can’t fall asleep.”

“Sounds like the flu.”

“Great,” Bennett sighed, readjusting her head on her pillow.

“OR maybe you're pregnant.”

“…shut up.”

“What? The symptoms are similar, and that fortune teller did tell you…”

“Stop,” Bennett demanded. “You are ridiculous.”

“Don’t ignore that woman’s wise words. She said you are to make something within you.”

“Right now all I’m making in me is more barf probably.”

“Gross, Bennie.”

“You started it, Harpie.” Her older sister just sighed.

“Listen, I’m about to go grocery shopping. So I’ll bring some stuff over for you, ginger ale, Pepto, all that stuff, OK?”

“You are the greatest.”

“I know.” They said their goodbyes, and Bennett put the phone down beside her again. She curled into the pillow, letting out a long breath as she closed her eyes. She just wanted to sleep away this awfulness.

Bennett woke up, confused in her groggy state. The bedroom was darker than when she last remembered it being. After a moment of blinking and coming around, she grabbed around on the bed until she picked up her phone. The time read several hours from the last she saw.

She had a few texts from Finn, and one from Harper.

The ones from Finn were sending her love and well-wishes, telling her to sleep and rest and call him when she had a chance.

Harper’s was a bit longer. It explained she had stopped over but Bennett had been asleep, so she had let her be. She detailed the food and drinks she’d left downstairs. It stated she had left medicine on the bedside table for her as well.

At that, Bennett looked up and did find various stomach and digestive aids.

But amongst all that was a very obvious box, a picture of a stick clear as day across the front.

She texted her sister back, simply writing ‘Really?”. Harper’s response was just an emoji thumbs up.

Bennett stared at the box for many minutes, eventually getting up and grabbing it. She realized there were three tests in the box. It was like her sister knew she’d need several attempts at this, almost like she’d done the same thing with Jordan.

She reread the simple instructions several times before taking the first test. She needed to know exactly what to do, what to look for. Bennett wouldn’t chance doing this wrong or misinterpreting the results.

After taking the first test, she waited ten minutes and took the second.

And then she waited several, jittery, anxious, stressful hours, before taking the third and last.

By that time, it was well into the night. And in the darkness of her bedroom, she finally called her sister.

“They are all positive!”

“I KNEW IT!” Harper exclaimed. “Man, you need to go back and tip that fortune teller lady or something.”

“Harper, shut up,” Bennett commanded, her feelings keeping her from seeing any lightness in the moment. “…these could be wrong though, right?”

“That’s rare anymore,” her sister disagreed. “The first time I got pregnant I said the same thing, but my doctor told me typically positive is positive for at home tests. There’s always a chance but if it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck….”

“It’s a dog in disguise?”

“Nice try,” Harper replied with a laugh. “Oh, man Bennie! You’re pregnant! I’m finally gonna be an Aunt!”

“…I’m not…sure what to do? What to feel? What to say? Oh god, should I tell Finn right now? We weren’t planning for this! OH SHIT. This is gonna throw so much out of whack.”

“Hey, breathe,” her sister advised. “You both want kids, and that’s what matters. You’ll figure it out. Yea, it’ll probably be a bit harder given his work, but there is nothing the two of you can’t get through together.”

“…I just…”

“It’s a lot.”

“SO MUCH,” Bennett corrected. “Shit. Fuck. I’m probably pregnant.”

“Most likely definitely.”

“I just…I’m gonna eat something and go to bed, and handle this tomorrow.”

“OK.” Harper offered no argument, knowing her sister’s usual style of handling large changes involved time for her initial emotions to subside. “Call if you need anything.”

“Will do.” After saying their ‘I love yous’ and ‘goodbyes’, Bennett sent a quick text to Finn telling him she was still feeling ill and was gonna sleep more. She knew it was a bit of a coward’s move to not tell him right away, but she wanted to make peace with the matter before telling him.

Finn had wanted to wait until he was off the road to have kids. Which was OK, in some ways, as Bennett was five years younger than him. But she had no desire to be a 40 year-old-first-time mom, either. Biological clock, and life logistics, and all that.

She knew he didn’t want to miss things, wanted to be a truly present father. But she saw how things were managed by Karl and his family, and knew it wasn’t necessarily needed to be a good family.

Of course, Bennett also knew she was not really like Karl’s wife, and she wasn’t sure she could handle raising a baby the majority of the time on her own. She was far more high-strung than Finn was, and she knew she would need him to be around to be the level-headed parent. Because if there was one thing she knew from watching her sister and being an aunt, it was that things tended to get naturally crazy with kids.

Bennett decided it was time to just put herself to bed. She didn’t want to overthink the situation anymore and decided she needed to tell Finn when he was face-to-face with her.

Sleep didn’t come easily, so Bennett found herself doing her usual; mindlessly playing around on her phone. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter…the same routine as always. And eventually, she came to the horoscope app.

“Something wonderful is beginning to bloom for you now, Gemini. You may be wondering if this is a quirk of fate or a coincidence. But don’t start questioning and dissecting this gift from the universe. If you become cynical or doubtful, you won’t get the full effect of this auspicious happening. If you are receiving a blessing, then the universe has deemed you worthy of it. So enjoy the hopeful, positive vibes you are feeling, embrace the goodness, smile, and be grateful.”

Bennett shut her phone off without a second thought and tossed it away from herself onto the bed.

There was no way….

It was Tuesday morning, and Finn was due home sometime that afternoon after his usual travel and work days.

Yesterday morning she’d called her doctor, who had told her the same thing her sister had, that at home tests were incredibly accurate. He made her an initial appointment for that Thursday to get an idea of where she was at in her pregnancy.

Bennett had chosen to take the day off from work, her emotions far too amped up about Finn returning and the situation for her to be at work.

Every conversation she’d had with Finn from Sunday until now, had been odd. She knew it, and she knew he knew it. She wanted to tell him, she did, but she also thought it would be nice to have him come home to the surprise.

Bennett had scoured the internet, accepting and rejecting ideas every minute on cute ways to tell him about their expanding family. Finally, she’d settled on something fall themed and cute. So she’d spent all Sunday going to stores and pumpkin patches until she was able to secure two large pumpkins and a tiny one to her liking.

The plan was to hollow out one of the bigger pumpkins, then cut a heart in the front, placing the smaller pumpkin in it. It was meant to allude to a ‘pregnant pumpkin’. The saying that people usually used with it was ‘We’re adding another pumpkin to our patch’. Bennett loved it. But now came the task of actually doing it.

Bennett had never been as good with art and creativity as her sister. Harper could easily create things: paintings, gifts, crafts. Bennett, though, had to put all her concentration and focus possible into the task at hand, and even then, they never looked as good as they should.

Making the little sign with orange paint about their growing pumpkin patch was easy enough. Her writing wasn’t the greatest, but even she thought it was cute.

It quickly became clear, however, that her bad luck streak of craft creation was going strong. She’d managed to hollow out the pumpkin just fine, but she’d messed up on cutting out the front. In an effort to correct the heart, it had become lopsided. And then in an effort to correct that, she’d essentially cut out the entire front side of the pumpkin, with barely the top part of the heart obvious.

It was more like a…blob. It looked weird. It did not look like the picture she was using for inspiration. It looked dumb by comparison. She knew upon seeing it Finn would not know what it was supposed to be.

Why hadn’t she bought more pumpkins? She knew she wasn’t great at this stuff, she should have gotten backups for screw-ups. Looking at the clock on the microwave, she realized she didn’t have time to go out and get another pumpkin. Finn was due home soon. He had texted her before she’d started carving that his plane had just landed.

She tried really hard to not let the tears welling in her eyes fall down her cheeks.

Feeling defeated and frustrated, she just sat at the kitchen counter, staring at her pumpkins. There had to be a way to salvage this?

It was a frantic internet search later when Bennett realized she definitely wasn’t saving face here. But she could at least hopefully, maybe, still use the sign to tell him? 

Better than nothing.

Except when she heard the garage door open and watched Finn walk into the kitchen with his bags minutes later, she hated every idea she had. This was supposed to be something big, magical, meaningful…and a little crappy painted sign wasn’t that.

“Oh hey, pumpkin carving? Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked, putting his bags down near the wall, coming over to her. He put his arm around her waist, kissing her temple, securing her against his side. With Bennett sitting on the stool, she just about at his height.

“This wasn’t for fun,” she explained.

“…OK?” Finn’s confusion was evident in his tone.

“I just…I wanted to surprise you and have something cute and memorable and I just…I fucked it up so bad. This was supposed to be this really cool, special moment, and I just ruined the most important pumpkin!” Bennett was trying to keep her emotions in check, but she was failing miserably.

“Hey, baby,” Finn stated, his fingers squeezing her side, his other hand coming up to turn her face towards his. “Just focus on me. Everythin’ will be fine. Whatever this is, it isn’t that big of a deal.”

“YES, IT IS!” Bennett argued, turning from him abruptly, causing his arm to fall down to his side. “You literally have no idea how big this is!”

“…ok?”

Bennett pushed off from the counter and got off the stool, walking around to where the other pumpkins sat, picking up the sign and the tiniest pumpkin. She kept the sign facing her, and with a deep breath, she walked back towards Finn. He was just watching her curiously as she stopped a foot away from him.

“Surprise,” she whispered, turning the sign around, holding the little pumpkin beside it in the palm of her hand.

Bennett waited with baited breath as Finn read her writing. At first, he seemed to not have any reaction, which made her feel even worse that her entire idea had fallen apart. This whole cute, sweet moment was ruined, and now she would have to explain to him everything.

But then, his eyes got huge and he looked directly at her.

“Benn…we…you…” He seemed unable to form words. “Bennett, oh my god. We’re having a baby?”

“Looks that way,” she replied, smiling slightly.

And the next thing she knew she was in his arms, her feet off the ground as he lifted her up. She barely managed to get her arms out to the side so as not to smash the sign or pumpkin against him.

“We’re having a BABY! Oh my god, this is awesome! I love you so much, you know that?” Finn was basically rambling as he held her against himself, causing her to giggle.

It was amazing how her failed plan no longer seemed important given his reaction. What mattered wasn’t how she told him, but them, their relationship, their family.

“This is, like, for sure, you know?” Finn asked, leaning back as he held her so he could see her face.

“Three tests positive,” Bennett affirmed. “We have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday to get the official word on the matter and how far along I am.”

“You, you are gonna be an amazing mum, ya know that?”

“Says the man practically molded to be the coolest dad alive,” she teased in response, causing a small blush to come to his face. She loved getting that kind of reaction from him. “This is…gonna be hard.”

“It’ll be work,” Finn corrected, setting her back on her feet, loosening his hold on her but not letting her go entirely. “But it’ll be the best kind of work. There’s no one else I would do this with than ya. I know my job doesn’t make it easy on ya…but I will be here every single solitary second I can through everythin’.”

“I know,” Bennett assured. She wanted to reach up and touch him, but her hands were still occupied with the sign and pumpkin. “…you’re gonna be a DILF.” Finn’s laughter was instant and loud.

“OK, then you’re Queen of the MILFs,” he replied, making her grin more. The humor fell to the wayside as they just gazed at one another, smiling. “Shit, I love ya, Bennett. Love ya more than anything.”

“I love you too,” she repeated back.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Just Harper.” Bennett went on to explain to Finn the events of the last few days, how her feeling ill had turned into pregnancy. When she mentioned Harper’s comments about the fortune teller from the haunted house, he huffed a laugh.

“Ya know, your silly horoscopes have been pretty in line with this too. Maybe you’ve been on to something all along. Maybe the supernatural does exist and the universe has been telling you all along what’s goin’ on.”

“…shut up,” she replied to his teasing, even though inside she was realizing how right he was. The more she thought about it, the more weirded out and amazed she became, so she stopped thinking about it.

“Can we tell my parents?”

“Well, yea,” Bennett answered coming out of her thoughts, as Finn finally released her. She immediately set the sign and pumpkin down on the counter. “I mean, we could wait until the doctor on Thursday to be sure. But that’s up to you.”

“…we have to tell them now.” His decision didn’t surprise her one bit. “And let’s use this stuff,” he motioned to indicate the items on the counter. “It’s cute. My mum will like it.”

Bennett’s heart swelled a bit at that. He was so sweet to make her think her little surprise wasn’t stupid.

Using the wonders of the internet and FaceTime, telling Finn’s parents about their news was super fun. They’d started the conversation normally enough, but Bennett just happened to pick up the tiny pumpkin. Finn had followed suit holding the sign.

His mom had cried, and his dad had beamed. They weren’t first-time grandparents by any means, but given this was their first grandchildren from Finn seemed to mean a lot to them.

After all of that, Bennett was exhausted. Today had been a rollercoaster of emotion. She wasn’t at all remorseful at deciding to go to bed by 8PM. Finn came with her, but she knew he wasn’t tired, and instead just didn’t want to be far from her.

He was going to be the most protective husband throughout this pregnancy, and she wasn’t complaining.

They went through their night time routines, before finally settling into bed together. Bennett decided to wind down doing her routine on her phone. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. It was always the same.

And then came the horoscope app.

Given her current situation, she was almost hesitant at opening it. But curiosity won out, and she found herself scanning the words on the screen almost hungrily.

“You may be so focused on making something perfect today that you are missing out on all the magic that already exists. You are like an artist who just can’t walk away from a beautiful painting without putting on a few last brush strokes. But if you go too far, you may miss the forest for the trees. Take some time to quietly observe what you see, and relish what you already have. You are very lucky and very blessed, and recognizing that is the final step in finding true perfection.”

Bennett sighed, and with a small smile, closed out of the app.

Stupid horoscopes.

But not really.

Thank you to @thewriterformerlytaggedas & @fan-fiction-galore for allowing me to be apart of this and believing in me!

Thank you so very much to @chasingeverybreakingwave & @running-ropes & @spine-buster& @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury & anyone else who has provided support/love/inspiration/comfort/a-listening-ear-as-I-had-breakdowns/ideas/etc. over this story. The struggle got really real, but we made it.

[imaginemycroftholmes]

Mycroft realise that he is falling in love for Anthea (sorry for my bad english not my first language)

As Anthea left him to be dragged to see more of her adoring fans after the show Mycroft is left with his thoughts and worst of all his feelings alone in the moonlight garden outside of the theatre.

The evening at the theatre had been magical; Anthea was a prefect companion to watch ‘Oedipus’ with, she was very much as accommodating as she was Godly accommodating his needs as the night went on, a wonderful conversationalist, witty, funny, and warm whereas Mycroft hasn’t felt in ages. 

Everything down to the last flower, the ripples in the pond and the soft summer breeze in the air screamed of romantic tension that Mycroft had to clear his head rather forcefully to dislodge it all.

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgement then I guess I’ve already won that,” Mycroft muses aloud to himself walking further away from the lights of the theare, “No one is worth the aggravation.”

It’s when Mycroft is confronted with the latest statue of Anthea from her battle with  the great beast Augean Stables. In all her stone glory Anthea is picturesque and more than he could ever ask for.

Truth be told there was enough evidence to support the fact that his feelings may not be so one sided. That perhaps, with enough ingenuity and cunning he could cheat the Hades out of his deal and still have a happy life with Anthea.

So tempting and alluring was the thought that Mycroft had to halt himself from touching the newly erected statue.

No. No. NO.NO.NO. Not again.

Turning away from the statue Mycroft tells himself harshly when that fantastical visiion of a future with her floods his head, “No-that’s ancient history, been there, done that-”“Come off it mate, who d’you think you’re kidding, she’s the earth and heaven to you,” comes a voice from behind the garden’s vase and Mycroft couldn’t keep himself steady to save his life.

“Who said that,” he demanded in a hushed tone weary of who and where this new voice was coming from. It was unfortunate that Mycroft was never gifted a weapon from Eurus, the God of the underworld and even more so that his attempts of rectifying this matter even more fruitless on his lonesome.

“Aye, we’re down here,” called a different voice and Mycroft was sure that his mind was playing tricks on him.

Too much wine he thinks as Mycroft comes closer to examine the pots to find that five of the figures, the muses moving.

“Sorry there big boy but I’m afraid you aren’t dreaming but even then I doubt that you would dream of me right Mycroft,” Irene muse of comedy says saucily as hse saunters closer to the forefront of the pottery. 

“Irene, we talked about this we have to be gentle when it comes to feelings,” Molly the muse of muse of tragedy before turning to Mycroft with a gentle smile.

“Pish posh his feelings the man’s been away from the living so long I doubt he has any left to his name,” grumbled Hudson muse of history before getting a gentle nudge from Greg the muse of poetry.

“Listen Hudson I know you have a score to settle with Mycroft about your daughter all those years ago but can’t you let the poor bloke have a break? You know he was only doing Eurus’ biding.”

“I shall give that reptile a taste of my shoe,” Hudson declared taking off her painted sandal only to shouldered between Greg and John the muse of dance. 

“Mrs. Hudson, listen if you want to sit this one out we understand,” John starts before Hudson throws up a hand.

“No, no! I can be professional even if our target is severely undeserving of our great advice,” she bellows walking closer to the forefront of the pot where Irene and Molly still stood watching the affair from afar.

Mycroft could barely believe his eyes as Hudson not only became larger on the pot but then “jumped” onto one of the statues of Achilles and morphed it into her.Eyes wide and growing paler by the second Mycroft tries to back away fast enough from the newly created statue only to be scooped up with one heavy arm and hoisted into the air.

“Now listen here you little bugger, you can try to keep it hidden but we see right though you so you better knock it off,” Hudson exclaims as she jostles Mycroft.

“Mrs. Hudosn, Mrs. Hudson,” come the cries from the pottery until John ends up “jumping” onto another statue of a fallen hero and retrieves Mycroft from her stony grasp.

“And we’ll take it from here Mrs. Hudson,” John decides firmly.

“JUST LET ME GET MY HANDS ON HIM-”

“Mrs. Hudson settle down,” Irene complains, “You’re completely ruining the mood.”

“I’ll show you a mood,” Hudson threatens to the muse of comedy only to be infatuated more when all Irene does is shrug her off.

Setting Mycroft back down on the ground (and far out of Hudson’s reach) John tries again. “Listen you can’t conceal it Mycroft we know how you’re feeling.”

“Yeah, who you’re thinking of is no surprise to us.”  Mycroft nearly got whip lash from finding out that Greg had migrated from the pottery to the stone work on the fountain’s edge.

At this point with all the manhandling, emotional turmoil and headaches Mycroft just wants this whole supernatural event to end.

“No chance no way, I won’t say it, no no,” Mycroft vehemently denies as he tries to flee the garden.Mycroft doesn’t even make it a foot past the fountain when he is accosted by Irene and Molly blocking his path in statue forms. “Buddy you swoon you sigh,” Irene complains.

“Why deny it? Oh. Oh,” says with a pause that causes John to stop blocking Hudson’s attempts to move to another stone figure.

“What, what’s wrong Molly,” John asks.

“Nothing! I just saw a really pretty bug by Mycroft’s sandal so I-”

“Wait he’s getting away!” Greg shouts and like Eurus’ horrific hound from hell Hudson is there to block Mycroft in an instance.

Surrounded by all five muses Mycroft continues to argue. “It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love.”

“Aw mate, I know its always hard jumping back into a relationship,” Greg begins before Mycroft cuts him off. Greg for his part looks mildly offended but lets it pass to hear Mycroft’s rebutals.

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out.”

“Most things do,” Irene retorts and is rewarded with a smack from Molly.“My head is screaming “get a grip Myc” unless you’re looking to cry your heart out,” Mycroft deadpans seriously.

“Boy you can’t deny any much as who you are is how you’re feeling and by Gods I wish you could be literally anyone else,” Hudson gripes.

“Baby we’re not buying,” Irene croons followed by Molly’s, “Hon we saw you hit the ceiling.”“Myc just face it like a grown-up,” Greg says good  naturedly, “When you gonna up that you-”

“GOT IT GOT IT GOT IT GOT IT BAD,” chorused the other muses much to Mycroft’s surprise. Why hasn’t anyone else heard it he wondered wildly.

Willing himself to have more courage Mycroft stood in front of what he thought was the weaker of the five muses Irene and Molly. “No chance, no way, I won’t say it. No, no,” and then tries to pass them.

It turns out that Mycroft had definitely picked the wrong ones because they had him back on his ass with a sweet, “ Give up, give in, check the grin you’re in love.”

Trying past John and Hudson Mycroft proclaimed, “This scene won’t play, I won’t say I’m in love.”He was very surprised at how fast Hudson could be as she grabbed him by the toga and stated lowly, “We’ll do it until you admit you’re in love you little blighter so just own it,” and then began to shake him again.“Mrs Hudson no,” John cried once again having to rescue Mycroft from Hudson’s punishing grip. John is able to get Hudson to let go but not without leaving an opening for Mycroft to escape. “Crap-Mrs Hudson,” John whined as the other muses tried to coral him again.

Thankfully Mycroft is a bit faster than the muses can jump from statue to statue. Past the garden and toward the theatre’s entrance Mycroft pauses to see if he’s lost them and more importantly catch his breath.

The theatre is empty as most of the patrons have went back to their dull lives or to meet Anthea in the town’s square. This would explain why no one heard the ruckus in the garden then he muses.

“Hey there.”

Mycroft just about jumps out of his skin seeing Greg in the tapestry by the theatre’s exit.

Grabbing a dying torch from the wall Mycroft waves it at the moving figure, “you’re way off base. I won’t say it so get off my case because I refuse to say it.”“Myc don’t be so proud it’s okay,” Greg comforts him by wrapping the fabric around him in a mock hug, “you’re in love.”

Tired, cold, achy from the impromptu escape and hungry Mycroft finally admits, “At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.”

[chiisana-sukima]

(I forked, partly because, like you said we’re far off topic, and partly because tumblr has been so bad for me this past week that it’s almost unusable. It’s eating my long replies like toast, which is super-frustrating. Seems better today though, so I’m crossing my fingers.)

@idontneedasymbol​ wrote:

I actually think this is the exact thing that got fans so upset. Season 8 is the only time in the show that either brother handles the loss of the other remotely like a normal person in the real world would; the whole point of Supernatural is that it’s not in the real world, that they’re not bound by those limits. It’s horror but it’s also fantasy, and Sam’s arc here betrays that.

I feel incredibly conflicted about this. (^～^;)ゞ

On the one hand, its my impression too that that’s exactly what so many people found upsetting. And, not talking so much about genre exactly as about the expectations that SPN set up through its previous seasons, I can see why people feel betrayed by Sam behaving... less passionately than usual. Like, the story of love that SPN told through the first seven seasons went a certain way and was told a certain way, and Sam not looking for Dean without a more thorough in-character explanation (which would have been very easy to supply), I really do feel was a sort of major narrative error and/or betrayal- and in fact in much the same way as I feel like Gadreel as an imperfectly explained failure of coping on Dean’s part was. So for sure I can see how people feel really miffed about it, either at Carver or at Sam.

On the other hand, Sam escaping to Amelia and Dean refusing to let go through Gadreel both read to me as very common irl reactions to grief, and they both read as in-character to me too. So in that particular respect, I find them both almost completely personally non-bothersome. Like I’m a little irritated by the lack of narrative handholding, but otherwise, my basic reaction in both cases (weirdly superimposed on my anger about the other aspects of the Gadreel thing that I already whined about at length) is basically meh, people react poorly to stress, what’reya gonna do? Doesn’t mean they love each other less.

The sunshine-yellow filter and Amelia being such a complement to him are to make it clear that world is as good as it could be – that it’s not the problem; Sam is. 

I like this very much and am henceforth adopting it as my headcanon.

Haaah I never took Dean’s treatment of Kevin as supposed to be due to his Purgatory PTSD but because it’s Kevin – I love Kevin Tran, he is possibly my favorite recurring non-lead; but frankly, he is so shafted by the narrative from start to finish that everyone is OOC with him 

Heh, yeah that’s definitely true. Like, I read S8 Kevin also as an attempted mirror of Sam and Dean’s relationship failures at er... appropriate familial love, I guess? Sam runs away and leaves Kevin in an untenable situation, and Dean sacrifices Kevin’s well-being without considering his (Kevin’s) own needs sufficiently. But there’s definitely no doubt that the narrative treats him so poorly it’s just OOC open season on Kevin in general.

then there is something to unpack here re: sexism and comparing Kevin’s treatment with Claire (who is the same age as Kevin or close to) or Charlie (who is a full-grown adult but still treated as a little sister) 

Yeah, far be it from me to discount misogyny from the mix in any issue that SPN has. As you say, that well is deep and dark indeed, and I figure you can throw pretty much anything in there and you’ll never be wrong.

Tbh probably a big part of my discomfort with Kevin’s treatment by Sam and Dean both was in part about that, in that I was never able to see Kevin as anything but a kid, since my own son is about his age, and he is so not an adult yet. So he read essentially to me as no different than the kid in Something Wicked did- a child with unavoidable adult responsibility- and Dean was so perfect with that kid and so awful with Kevin, and I think you’re right that the narrative wanted him to mostly be an adult because he’s a young man, but with just barely enough overlay of him being a kid that we get to see that Sam and Dean aren’t good parents with him, and the way that interacts with cultural expectations about manhood pisses me off. Grrrr.

My more destielly-inclined friends apparently feel that Carver was kind of destielly-inclined too, but was forced to course correct by Singer. I’m not sure if I agree with that completely; he was pretty wincesty too. But I do think they have good points about the narrative functions of Claire and Charlie both that aren’t strictly about gender. Claire’s story in S10 (was it 10?) they think is mostly a fixit for The Rapture (because otherwise Dean and Cas have Jimmy’s death hanging over their relationship). And Charlie is Dean’s gay big sister. Like, they teach her about the supernatural like she’s a little sister, but she validates Dean being able to be himself without guilt the way a good older sister would. I find both those reads pretty convincing. But that does nothing to explain why Sam and Dean couldn’t have been a little tenderer with Kevin and still had it work narratively.