#i wish I was three dogs in a trenchcoat

[skywalkerbootleg]

sometimes I think I might be somewhere on the nd spectrum but I could never tell my therapist in fear of getting denied hrt and trans healthcare in general. what a fun world to live in

[im-s0rry]

Grimm's Chapter Three - everyone's getting redesigned.

Heya guys, you know the AU that I've honestly spent the most time thinking about out of all of my AUs? So basically, I'm redesigning almost all of the cast, starting with the BIG Three. . . Darn, I need a better name for them. A-Anyway, I based their redesigns loosely off of the designs from this show called Crashbox(?) which I realized had some pretty neat designs that could be referenced in my designs. So, without further adieu, here are the redesigns!

I think the person who changed the most is Rook so I'll start with his design notes. First of all, I made him adorable. This man is now the silliest little guy and I'm so proud that I could keep all of the things that I liked about his original design. His outfit hasn't changed too much aside from the pants that I absolutely love. I wanted to add a sort of pattern that alluded to him being the rook and I think I did good implementing that part. Next we have Tenna who, along with Mike, got a nose! I exaggerated Tenna's shape language quite a bit to really push the fact that they're kind of the main threat you'll have to face in this chapter and that everyone hates them for being a selfish and stuff. I changed the way their arms worked as well, which was a reference to one of the designs from Crashbox. Finally, we has Mike. I think Mike changed the least out of the three. I made him considerably shorter and also made his color pallete more. . . Neon-y, I guess? His trenchcoat would be black or some dark color used for the outlines and that'd be accented by bright purples as the accents on his coat. This, obviously, can't really be shown with the medium I used, so that kind of sucks. Anyway, that was the BIG Three's redesigns! . . .

. . .

Oh yeah, I did sort of redesign Tumbal one last time.

I changed his stem and made the mantle look a bit better. That's about it. I did try to reference the weird 3D guy from Courage the Cowardly Dog for the mantle and I hope that came through. . . So yeah, that's the start of the slow process of gaining the energy ro redesign an entire cast of characters. Wish me luck!

[mariana-oconnor]

The Lion's Mane pt 2

Fair warning: I've had a fever for like half of the day, so this is liable to be more unhinged than usual. Everything feels sort of floaty and I'm pretty sure I had a dissociative episode this morning. Fun. Woooooo!

"That's The Haven, as Bellamy called it. The one with the corner tower and slate roof."

His house has a tower? No fair.

There was no mistaking that tall, angular, straggling figure. It was Ian Murdoch, the mathematician. A moment later we confronted him upon the road.

Is he hiding a jellyfish catapult up his jumper? That's the real question.

Is he three jellyfish in a trenchcoat?

"I am your subordinate, sir, under your roof. I am not aware that I owe you any account of my private actions." Stackhurst's nerves were near the surface after all he had endured. Otherwise, perhaps, he would have waited. Now he lost his temper completely. "In the circumstances your answer is pure impertinence, Mr Murdoch." "Your own question might perhaps come under the same heading."

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

"You will kindly make fresh arrangements for your future as speedily as you can." "I had intended to do so. I have lost to-day the only person who made The Gables habitable."

omg McPherson and Murdoch unrequited love enemies to lovers 100k angst hurt no comfort major character death

Murdoch needs to set out on a mission of revenge to murder all jellyfish. I still don't like him because throwing dogs through windows is an unforgivable offence, but VENGEANCE must be his new creed. He can turn the power of maths to his cause.

One man's quest to avenge his beloved. A tale for the ages. Revenge is best served wet.

I feel like there's a jelly and ice cream joke to be made there, but I don't think he should eat the jellyfish, even if that might be one of the only ways to kill them for good.

"My son here" -indicating a powerful young man, with a heavy, sullen face, in the corner of the sitting-room -- "is of one mind with me that Mr McPherson's attentions to Maud were insulting."

Maybe Mr Bellamy the younger is three jellyfish in a trenchcoat! Or maybe the whole family is jellyfish shapeshifters!

The possibilities are endless.

(the idea of jellyfish shapeshifters is going to give me the weirdest fever dreams tonight istg.)

Who could have imagined that so rare a flower would grow from such a root and in such an atmosphere? Women have seldom been an attraction to me, for my brain has always governed my heart, but I could not look upon her perfect clear-cut face, with all the soft freshness of the downlands in her delicate colouring, without realizing that no young man would cross her path unscathed.

Ugh, Holmes. Come on. I was counting on you! I'm going to lay the blame for this one on ACD and say that he suffered from the inability to describe a pretty woman without being horny about it, no matter who his narrator was supposed to be,

"There is no reason why my sister should be brought into the matter," growled the younger man.

Her boyfriend's dead, bitch. There's a lot of reasons. Stop being a dickhead and start being a comforting brother. Honestly. Stupid jellyfishifter.

She listened to a short account from my companion, with a composed concentration which showed me that she possessed strong character as well as great beauty. Maud Bellamy will always remain in my memory as a most complete and remarkable woman.

Well, at least she isn't getting brain fever. We are all grateful.

"Bring them to justice, Mr Holmes. You have my sympathy and my help, whoever they may be." It seemed to me that she glanced defiantly at her father and brother as she spoke.

OMG they are jellyfishifters! She knows! She knows!

"I see no reason for mystery," she answered. "We were engaged to be married, and we only kept it secret because Fitzroy's uncle, who is very old and said to be dying, might have disinherited him if he had married against his wish. There was no other reason."

The ancient enmity between the jellyfishifters and the sea turtle shifters! It's Romeo and Juliet meets Waterworld (I've never seen Waterworld, but I assume that it is a war epic about the ongoing conflicts between jellyfish and sea turtles. Or I do now, because it has occurred to me.)

"There was a time when I thought he was. But that was all changed when he understood the relations between Fitzroy and myself."

The tragedy. The homosexual pining.

"Sad story this, sir, about Mr McPherson's dog," said she one evening. I do not encourage such conversations, but the words arrested my attention. "What of Mr McPherson's dog?" "Dead, sir. Died of grief for its master."

Best. Boy. Survived being thrown through a plate glass window only to die of grief.

Also, what the fuck, Holmes? You 'don't encourage such conversations'? You're the only person she sees all day. TALK TO THE WOMAN.

So the dog was also attacked by the jellyfish. Someone really needs to mark that beach off limits.

You will know, or Watson has written in vain, that I hold a vast store of out-of-the-way knowledge without scientific system, but very available for the needs of my work. My mind is like a crowded box-room with packets of all sorts stowed away therein—so many that I may well have but a vague perception of what was there.

Have you finally remembered that lions man jellyfish exist?

...Inspector Bardle of the Sussex Constabulary—a steady, solid, bovine man with thoughtful eyes...

Animal comparisons as well. It's like we have Watson back.

"What would my position be if I let him slip away with all this evidence against him?"

You have literally 0 evidence.

"But I have examined them very carefully with a lens. They have peculiarities." "What are they, Mr Holmes?"

Well, one peculiarity is that they're jellyfish stings. So write that down.

"A most ingenious comparison. Or shall we say a very stiff cat-o'-nine-tails with small hard knots upon it?"

bdsm play gone very wrong... or jellyfish?

It's a difficult one.

Ian Murdoch staggered into the room, pallid, dishevelled, his clothes in wild disorder, clawing with his bony hands at the furniture to hold himself erect. “Brandy! Brandy!” he gasped, and fell groaning upon the sofa.

BRANDY! The triumphant return! And Watson isn't even here to administer it.

Get that man some brandy and cure him of... what's probably jellyfish stings, I guess. Does the brandy go in his mouth or does he bathe in it?

Half a tumbler of the raw spirit brought about a wondrous change.

If there is anything this year of Sherlock Holmes stories has taught me, it's that there is a panacea, it is brandy and we should all worship it. I need some brandy, clearly. Why am I taking paracetamol when I should be downing brandy?

At any moment he might die. More and more brandy was poured down his throat, each fresh dose bringing him back to life.

Best. Story. Ever.

I love this. It's perfect. No notes. Save that man's life with brandy, Holmes. If only you'd had a hip flask on you before. Can dogs drink brandy? I mean, there's that legend about St Bernards carrying brandy with them. Clearly dogs and brandy go together.

I can't believe brandy is saving the day. This is excellent.

Pads of cotton-wool soaked in salad-oil seemed to take the agony from the strange wounds.

OK, brandy and salad oil. Sure, why not.

I feel like he might be about to die of alcohol poisoning instead. But sure.

“I think I can, Stackhurst. Come with me now! And you, Inspector, come along! We will see if we cannot deliver this murderer into your hands.”

No, do not pick up the jellyfish with your hands.

“Cyanea!” I cried. “Cyanea! Behold the Lion's Mane!” The strange object at which I pointed did indeed look like a tangled mass torn from the mane of a lion. It lay upon a rocky shelf some three feet under the water, a curious waving, vibrating, hairy creature with streaks of silver among its yellow tresses. It pulsated with a slow, heavy dilation and contraction.

I'm really glad everyone is now on the same page, but I do have to say, Holmes, that clearly you had suspicions and you still allowed people to swim in that pool. That's reckless endangerment of lives, if ever I saw it. I am even more disappoint.

Even if you were wrong about it, you still shouldn't have let people swim there until you were sure you were wrong. Poor show.

There was a big boulder just above the ledge, and we pushed it until it fell with a tremendous splash into the water. When the ripples had cleared we saw that it had settled upon the ledge below. One flapping edge of yellow membrane showed that our victim was beneath it. A thick oily scum oozed out from below the stone and stained the water round, rising slowly to the surface.

A yuck and B, now the jellyfishifters are going to come after you.

Could have just put up signs telling people not to swim there rather than crushing the poor thing. It didn't mean to kill anyone.

"He gulped down brandy, a whole bottleful, and it seems to have saved his life."

✨Brandy!✨

“No, Mr. Murdoch. I was already upon the track, and had I been out as early as I intended I might well have saved you from this terrific experience.”

Yeah, feel bad, Holmes. Feel bad!

"The poor fellow had never thought to dry himself, and so I in turn was led to believe that he had never been in the water."

This I don't get. Was he not wet when they found him? Whatever. Doesn't matter. It was the jellyfish all along. There were no jellyfish catapults alas, and perhaps no jellyfishifters, but we aren't told whether the younger Mr Bellamy had gone suspiciously missing following the crushing of the jellyfish, are we?

But one thing we can all rest assured knowing: Brandy is the true hero. Three cheers for brandy!

[kamikothe1and0nly]

I would love to see tam and fitz being emo together

(don't mind my ship hyperfixation it'll pass I'm sure)

Their first date was to Hot Topic; no one can tell me otherwise. I'm sorry it took me forever to get to your request. I wish I could have made it better but :T.

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[devils-little-sista]

Tagged by @cityofdiangelo

What book are you currently reading?

The Stand by Stephen King, my ant got it for me for Christmas

What do you usually wear?

Random t-shirts and jeans, or that one skeleton hoodie I love so much

How tall are you?

5’4

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

Aires, and no not really, at least not anything I’m interested in

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

Just my name, except a few family members that have called me Banana since I was a kid

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

Lol nope. I wanted to be a rockstar but mom quickly squashed all my hopes and dreams before I was a teenager.

What’s something you’re good at and something you’re bad at?

Uh I’m good at making kandi bracelets, and bad at literally everything else, but if you want specific, when I’m reading something new I’m really bad at imagining the surroundings of a scene or what the characters look like or talk like. I’m still struggling with this on The Stand. It was worse when I was younger, I’ve gotten a little better at imaging the scene and characters (mostly thanks to PJO and hunger games, I’ve read them so many times I can play them like a movie in my head without even looking at the books )

If you draw/write/or create in any way, what’s you’re favorite picture/favorite lime/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

I don’t know about this year, but my thing that I’ve created so far is song lyrics and a melody I made “loosely” based on Percabeth. Also really love a few of the kandi bracelets I made with band names.

Dogs or cats?

I really love both but I’ve only ever had dogs because growing up my parents didn’t want to deal with the kitty litter box thing also my ant found out a few years ago she’s allergic to cats and she comes over a lot so

What’s something you would like to create content for?

PJO, Hinger Games, Invader Zim, Umbrella Academy, Killjoys, would also love to start writing songs again but I don’t have much motivation these days.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

The Stand right now, always been obsessed with PJO and HG and music, the entire Ju Ju album by Siouxsie and the Banshees right now

What’s something you were exited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Disappointed in myself for not having my drivers license yet I’ve been learning how to drive for three years now. Hopefully get it in 2023.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Uh I don’t have many talents at all much less hidden ones so idk

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A back and legs and shoulder and a neck and a head that do not hurt, and some hot chocolate and tiny marshmallows

@allium218 @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat @my-apollo-gies @italian-wall-lizard @burning-moths @the-ghost-king

[onyxgabriel]

Murder Drones: The Drone Behind the Slaughter

Sung by Tessa:

I dunno what I was thinking,

Leaving my child behind,

Now I suffer the curse and now I am blind

[Tessa sat on the bloodied floor of the ballroom, traumatized by the massacre Cyn made by using the other Worker Drones, even J, to kill everyone.]

With all this anger, guilt and sadness,

Coming to haunt me forever,

I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river,

[Shakily she stood up and stumbled out to the halls aimlessly. While Cyn was too busy relishing in the bloodshed.]

Is this revenge I am seeking,

Or seeking someone to avange me

Stuck in my own paradox I wanna set myself free

[Tessa thought about taking revenge, but felt it was hopeless.]

Maybe I should chase and find

before they'll try to stop it It won't be long before

I'll become a puppet

[She just wondered what Cyn was going to do to her.]

It's been so long,

Since I last have seen my son

lost to this monster to

the drone behind the slaughter

[Her thoughts drifted to N, her favorite little Drone, her son, and what horrifying things Cyn did to him.]

Since you've been gone

I've been singing this stupid song

So I could ponder

The sanity of your mother

[Since her arrival, Cyn and N were close, almost as much as V and herself. She remembered the two hugging and swore she saw something behind Cyn, a shadow of claws and tendrils close to N. Since then she started to be paranoid and afraid of Cyn.]

I wish I lived in the present

With the gift of my past mistakes

But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes

[She walked to the library, where her end goal was the basement. She noticed three books on the floor, one of them being a book about dog breeds. She picked it up and smiled sadly. She remembered N, V and herself reading this occasionally.]

Your sweet little eyes, your little smile,

is all I remember

Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper

[She entered the basement and was horrified by the things she was seeing. Drone limbs, oil, blueprints, scribbles on the walls. And to her horror, N was strapped to a chair, decapitated, and a broken visor.]

Justification is killing me

But killing isn't justified

What happened to my son, I'm terrified

[She shakily walked to her son's dead corpse. She picked up the head and caressed it. She choked a sob.]

It lingers in my mind and the thought keeps on getting bigger,

I'm sorry my sweet baby,

I wish I've been there.

[She hugged N's head close to her chest and apologized. She was interrupted when a tendril wrapped itself around her, separating N's head from her. It slammed her against the wall.]

It's been so long,

Since I last have seen my son

lost to this monster to

the drone behind the slaughter

[It was Cyn, in her eldrich-like body. To Tessa's horror, more tendrils grabbed N's head and body from the chair and brought a mangled corpse of a human. She had a front-row seat to what was going to happen.]

Since you've been gone

I've been singing this stupid song

So I could ponder

The sanity of your mother

[The next hour was absolute visual torture, seeing Cyn experiment on N's corpse, taking apart both the human and her son's dead bodies. It ended with N being put back together with different Drone parts. He was distinctly different now and was given a trenchcoat and a hat. He snapped awake with a familiar yellow [X] on his visor.]

This has been on my mind for a long-ass time. I replaced an obvious part of the lyrics as well.

Note: This is before the reveal of Tessa actually being Cyn and dead

[expectingtofly]

What It Means to Love, 3k

established dean/cas, hurt/comfort, post 15x20, human!cas

day 2 of @thiscastielhasflown and i's follower celebration

prompt: hurt/comfort

“Dean, I am perfectly fine, I—” Cas paused, face scrunching up, then he sneezed before he could finish his sentence.

Dean took a step backwards. “Dude, gross! Seriously? Sneeze into your elbow. That’s like preschool 101.”

“Oh, then it’s so great that I went to preschool,” Cas said, managing to sound sarcastic even with his nose stuffed up. Dean winced as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his trenchcoat. “It’s not like I haven’t been a human for only three months.”

Right. “Yeah, well, guess this is the perfect introduction." How the hell did Cas manage to still look so adorable slumped against the kitchen counter, clothes wrinkled and nose red? “Welcome to humanity, you have a cold. Here, stop that.” He couldn't watch Cas wipe his nose on his sleeve again. They didn’t have tissues in the kitchen, but he grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. Dutifully, Cas took it and blew his nose. “What you need is to get in some comfier clothes, lay down, and get some sleep.”

Violating the few feet he'd put between them to stay clear of the germs, he stepped closer to loosen Cas' tie. Cas let him, saying, "I can still help research—"

"No, no." Cas leveled him with a glare, but it had lost its bite now that Dean knew he couldn't strike him dead with his angel grace. Okay, it was still pretty menacing. "I'm trying to save your ass. Sam will kill you if you sneeze on his laptop or precious books. Come on, take off the coat, you gotta be burning up."

He was helping Cas slip it off when Sam walked into the kitchen. “Ew, gross," he complained, covering his eyes with his hand, and Dean realized he was essentially undressing Cas in front of the kitchen island. "Get a room."

"Grow up," Dean said, draping Cas' coat and tie over his arm. Okay, so maybe they’d given Sam a reason to be on-guard now, but, "It's not what it looks like."

Sam lowered his hand, then frowned at Cas. "Woah. What happened to you?"

"I'm sick," Cas answered, as if that wasn't obvious enough by his glassy eyes and disheveled appearance.

"Well, uh, wash your hands," Sam said, stepping back as Cas started for the door, Dean following. "Don't wanna spread any germs. And try to stay out of the library."

"Told you," Dean whispered to Cas as they went down the hallway. In their room, he gestured for Cas to sit on the bed as he rummaged through their dresser. “T-shirt and sweatpants,” he said, handing them over.

Cas unbuttoned his white button-down which was identical to the dress shirts he always wore as an angel. Apparently old habits died hard—in this case, an affinity for business casual. Actually, maybe Cas getting sick and out of his old clothes was a good thing. Dean didn't know the last time the trenchcoat had been washed.

Collecting Cas' shirt and pants, he said, “I’ll get rid of these disease-ridden clothes.” He thought he caught Cas rolling his eyes as he pulled Dean’s sweatshirt over his head. "You watch TV or something, I’ll go see if we have cold medicine.”

After starting a load of laundry and raiding the medicine cabinets in the bathroom and cabinets in the kitchen, he returned to the room to find Cas sitting cross-legged under the covers of the bed, remote in his hands.

“Here, you go,” Dean said, handing over a warm mug. Ancient Aliens played on the TV; one of Cas' favorite pastimes was refuting every crazy claim and theory the show presented with his own recollections of the ancient times. “Sam said this tea will help. He ran out to get some medicine.”

Eagerly, Cas took the mug from him and took a large gulp, then coughed. "Ow. It's hot."

"Drink it slowly, idiot."

Cas took a more hesitant sip, then squinted up at him. "This tea is incredibly flavorless."

Dean snorted. "’Cause your nose’s clogged up. And you probably burned your tongue. Another joy of being human."

Groaning, Cas dropped his head back on the pillows and stared at the ceiling. "Why is being human so difficult?"

Dean inwardly winced at that. Or thought he did so inwardly, but his expression must've revealed something because Cas glanced over at him, then straightened up, nearly spilling his tea. "Dean, I didn't mean anything by that."

Clearing his throat, Dean shrugged and sat down on the other side of the bed. "No, it's fine. You're right, being human sucks."

"And I wouldn't trade it for the world," Cas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

Cas seemed about to say more, but then he sneezed. Into his elbow this time. Progress.

Ancient Aliens finished, and they got halfway through an episode of UFO Hunters before Cas started to nod off. Dean took the mug from him, and his eyes fluttered open, head jerking up. "I'm fine," he said.

"I know you're tired because you missed them saying aliens created the lost city of Atlantis."

Cas sniffled. "That's ridiculous. Everyone knows Atlantis was formed by—" He was interrupted by a yawn, and Dean made a mental note to return to that subject later.

“Come on, take a nap.”

“I am not a small child, Dean,” Cas protested, but he settled down anyway. Dean couldn’t resist adjusting the covers, essentially tucking him in. He wasn’t trying to baby him, but it was second nature seeing how miserable the guy looked. Turning off the lights, he went to the door. "You good? Need anything else?"

"No." Cas squinted one eye open to look at Dean over the blanket pulled up to his shoulders, and, fuck, if he wasn't still the most beautiful man Dean had ever seen, even sick as a dog. "Thank you."

A tiny alarm went off in Dean's brain about germs, but he returned to the bed to kiss Cas on the forehead anyway. True love, and all that. God, he was getting sappy in his old age.

Cas looked marginally better when he woke up from his nap. If marginally better meant pillow hair and pillow lines on his cheek. Well-rested, at least. He swallowed down the cold medicine Sam had brought home, complaining that he could taste enough to know the flavor was not, quote, "similar to anything occurring organically in nature."

"Whaddya wanna eat?" Dean asked him as he drained his glass of water. "And don't say PB and J," he added before Cas could speak.

Cas set his glass down on the nightstand and slid further down under the covers. "Anything that won't make my throat hurt more."

"My, uh, mom used to make me soup when I was sick."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Whatcha making?" Sam asked, coming into the kitchen. He lifted the lid of the pot on the stove and Dean snapped him with the towel.

"That's for Cas, back off."

"Wow," Sam said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "Look at you."

"Look at me what?" Setting aside the pot lid, he scraped the celery he'd been dicing from the cutting board into the pot.

Sam shrugged. "Taking care of Cas, making dinner, you're almost domestic."

Dean turned red and scrambled furiously for a comeback. "Yeah, and you're, you're still a little shit." Nailed it.

Sam laughed. "Wasn't an insult. Just meant, I don't know. Different for you, I guess."

Dean eyed him, stirring the soup. "Don't have much of a choice. Poor guy just turned human and he's already going through it."

"I think he's dealt with worse than a cold before."

"Yeah, well, wish he didn't have to deal with any of it." Any of it meant plenty. Between Dean’s own fuckups, world apocalypses, and near-death and actual death experiences, Cas had been through the ringer several times over. And now he was human—which, by all counts, wasn’t the worst thing he’d been through, but it wasn’t ideal. It’d been a rough transition, anyway.

Cas seemed better recently, though, since getting somewhat used to being human. And things were going well between them. Getting sick was just one tiny wrinkle compared to everything they’d been through, right?

He stared at the soup and startled when Sam straightened off the counter with a comment that Jack was out with friends, he was leaving for Eileen’s, have fun giving Cas a sponge bath. Dean flipped him off as he headed out the door.

When the soup was finished, he ladled a bowl full and returned to the bedroom. Cas looked up from his phone when Dean entered with the bowl of steaming soup. “Hear from Claire?” Dean asked, nudging the door shut with his foot.

“She says she and Kaia have almost closed up the case." He set his phone aside. “They’ll be able to visit soon.”

“You tell her you’re sick?”

“She was incredibly non-sympathetic—thank you." Cas took the bowl from him. “She seemed to find it amusing that I once ruled garrisons and now can’t go five minutes without sneezing.”

Dean tensed, hoping Cas wasn’t hurt by the comparison, but Cas didn’t look offended. “Sounds like her.”

"Yes.” He breathed in the steam coming from the bowl. “This smells incredible.”

"Family recipe," Dean joked, sitting down next to him. "Well, someone's family. Straight from some blog online. Think it's pretty close to what my mom would make." He watched Cas pick up his spoon, and added, "Don't tell Sam." He'd never hear the end of it if Sam knew he was reading mommy blogs.

"Your secret is safe with me."

Dean picked up the remote as Cas ate, wondering if he should give Claire a piece of his mind. Sure, Cas was pretty easy-going about the whole giving up his grace thing, but no need to rub it in his face. Becoming human had to feel pretty pitiful after ages of being an angel.

He was trying to make it better where he could, though. “You wanna watch a movie tonight? I'll let you pick because you're bedridden."

"I am not," Cas protested, though he looked more than a little pleased at the idea of getting to choose. Dean braced himself for whatever ridiculous romance or musical Cas insisted on watching now—to date, he'd been subjected to La La Land , the ending of which had reduced Cas to tears for the rest of the night; Pride and Prejudice, okay not too bad, though he'd never admit it; and You’ve Got Mail, dammit not bad enough for him to hate either.

Instead of suggesting a movie, though, Cas said, "You're very caring, Dean."

"Uh." Dean turned from cycling through the movie options on the TV to look at Cas. He felt himself turn red under the look Cas was giving him, head tilted, that fond almost-smile he got. "Yeah, uh. What I do."

"Yes," Cas agreed. "It is what you do. You're very good at taking care of others."

"Oh, God, don't start that." By that, he meant the long compliments Cas so shamelessly gave him now, like he'd been storing them up for a long time and was finally able to hand them out. It was like the dam had broken that night when Billie and the Empty—

But he didn't want to think about that. Not when all the events since that day had led to Cas now sitting in bed blowing his nose, the trashcan by the bed overflowing with tissues. Poor bastard; he'd gone through one whole Kleenex box already.

"I'm only going to stop because talking hurts too much," Cas told him, tossing a tissue at the trashcan and missing sorely. Dean grimaced.

They nearly got through Mama Mia before Cas dozed off, head resting on Dean’s shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable position and Dean’s arm was half-asleep, but he refused to move. The mere fact that they were sitting together in bed, pressed against each other, was still enough to send him into shock anytime he thought about it too much. Cas—a literal former angel—had fallen in love with him. It was almost too good to be true.

But Cas was currently slumped against him, drooling on his shoulder, so he guessed it really was true.

As the credits rolled, he turned off the TV and touched Cas’ forehead with the back of his hand. Not as warm as before. At his touch, Cas blinked awake.

“It’s over already?”

“Whaddya mean, already? I just had to sit through two hours of singing and dancing.” It hadn’t been that torturous, but he couldn’t admit that—he had a reputation to uphold. Straightening, Cas rolled his eyes. “Feel any better?"

Cas’ expression turned thoughtful, as if taking stock of every physical sensation in his body, and Dean had to grin at his seriousness. He nodded. "Yes."

"Great.” He glanced at the time on the clock and realized it was later than he’d expected. “You probably wanna get some rest.”

Cas nodded with a yawn. "You don't have to sleep here if you don't want to."

Dean froze in the middle of pulling back the covers, mind immediately spinning out. "What?" They'd only started sharing a room a month ago, oh God, he'd known it was too good to be true, Cas was sick of him—

"I want you to," Cas said quickly, as if sensing Dean's downward spiraling. "I just don't want you to get sick."

Oh. Oh. Feeling a little sheepish for immediately jumping to the worst conclusions—one of his greatest talents, if he did say so himself—he shook his head. "Nah, I have a great immune system."

Cas' expression turned guilty and Dean narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"About that..." Cas started slowly. Dean gave him a look. "Well, uh... Your immune system isn't quite as healthy as you think. I've been giving it a boost for the past several years, every time you started to get sick."

"What?" Looking back, it was pretty remarkable that he'd never gotten even a common cold with all the other shit they dealt with. "Fuck."

"Sorry."

"No, don't apologize. I should be thanking you. So, uh. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Of course Cas had been taking care of him for years, Dean thought, when they settled in bed and he turned off the lights. Cas told him he was caring, but it was Cas who was the caring one. He’d sacrificed his life for him, for Christ’s sake. Then gave up his grace to return to Earth because he wanted to be with Dean and Jack and Sam and everyone. The guy didn’t have a selfish bone in his body.

The thought should’ve been a comforting one, but instead he felt antsy, unable to stay still, shifting under the blankets.

Turning onto his side, he nudged Cas, whose eyes had fallen shut. With a grunt, Cas opened his eyes and looked over at him.

“You alright?” Dean asked, which wasn’t really what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure how to say it.

“I was when I was falling asleep,” Cas grumbled. But he shifted to face Dean. In the faint light coming from the bunker hallway, Dean could see the concern in his eyes. It sent a pang through him. Cas had given up so much, and Dean was doing all he could to make sure he never regretted it, and Cas told him all the time that he was content with his choice, but still the worry sat heavy in his stomach.

"Listen,” he started. “I just wanna let you know that being human isn’t all bad. I swear it won’t be miserable forever. I know you've been introduced to the bad shit first, but—"

"That's not true," Cas interrupted, touching Dean’s hand resting between them. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Dean, being human has been the single most rewarding experience in my entire life second only to raising Jack. It started with you rescuing me from the Empty and revealing my feelings weren't unreciprocated like I thought. I would say that's far from miserable.”

"Yeah, but you had to adjust to living without your grace, and eating food, and getting sick..."

"It's been difficult, yes. I won't lie and say I enjoy bodily functions or sneezing or headaches. But I do enjoy being with you and eating chicken soup and watching absurd TV shows. I wouldn't change this for anything. Whatever happened in our lives, it led us here. And I’m happy with where we are.” He studied Dean for a moment before asking, quieter, “Are you happy?”

“Yes, yeah, of course,” Dean hastened to say, because it was true. Fuck, it couldn’t be truer. “Of course. Just feel bad, I guess. That you gave up your grace and all that. Feel like I’ve hardly done anything.”

Castiel’s expression softened. “You’ve given me more than I could’ve ever dreamt of. And anyway, it’s not a competition, Dean. I take care of you, you take care of me. That’s what love is.”

Throwing that word around, love, still made Dean’s heart skip a beat. But it was true. He loved Cas and he’d do anything for him. The same, he knew, was true on Cas’ end.

Cas said it best, so he settled for lifting Cas’ hand and kissing his knuckles.

“I would kiss you," Cas said, smiling, "but I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Screw it," Dean said, and propped himself up on an elbow to kiss him. Then he shifted, turning over and pulling Cas’ arm to wrap around him. Even if the bastard was sick, Dean was making him be the big spoon.

"For the record,” he said, feeling Cas curl around him. “I wouldn't change anything either."

And he meant it. Even when he woke up the next morning with a sore throat and stuffed up nose. Cas—who seemed to have gotten over the worst of his cold—took only one look at him before declaring it was his turn to play doctor, throwing extra blankets at him and demanding the chicken soup recipe in a flurry of activity.

He’d take care of Cas, and Cas would take care of him. It sounded like a good life, Dean thought, settling back against the pillows with a smile. He wouldn't change a thing.

[growup-thatbeautiful]

Cooler; Bucky Barnes x Reader

New Girl Inspired for @madjazzhatter

“I’m telling you, Buck, I’m not your cooler. Sure, a few times I might’ve been the reason you didn’t get some that once or twice, but 99% of the time it’s your own damn fault, Barnes.” It’s all true. He’s proving her point just by being himself right now, making one of those over the top faces he has and adjusting the collar of his coat. It’s not even his coat, she reminds herself.

“You’re both right, actually. Y/n, you have, on occasion, proven to be a terrible wingwoman. Purely awful. Bucky, you too have the tendency to, uh, discourage people from talking to you. I mean, you’re always frowning. You have a great smile, man, learn how to use it.” Bucky reaches across the sink and hits Steve upside the back of his head.

“Come on guys, we had a good vibe going. Let’s not have any infighting before tonight. Bucky, are you absolutely positive that that’s what you want to wear?” All three of them are standing in from of the bathroom mirrors, presumably making themselves look better to go to the bar at 5:30 in the afternoon, which is actually not that early for them.

“This coat makes me feel sexy.” Bucky does an awkward spin move, throwing up finger guns at himself in the mirror. Y/n rolls her eyes dramatically, patting Sam and Steve on the back before walking towards the door.

“Yeah, nothing says I’m a creep like a man in a women's trenchcoat,” add Sam. Y/n leans against the frame of the door, watching her boys make fools of fixing themselves in the mirror.

“So, just to be clear, you’re saying I can’t come tonight, right?”

They look at each other and shake their heads. “That’s fine, I have a lot of…things I need to do today anyway. You know, spoons to clean, yarn to yarn.”

“Gotta get that yarn yarned,” says Sam, practicing his facial expressions in the mirror and holding a thumbs up in the direction of y/n.

“See? You’re going to have a much better time here than you would have at the stinky old bar! We’re doing you a favor.” Bucky pats y/n on the head, earning himself a confused look.

She turns away from them, exiting the room just in time to hear Steve say, “You still work at that bar, Buck.”

They’re home within five minutes, and y/n is left to her own devices. There are times when she wishes that she had more nights like this, alone and able to do what she wants. Right now is not one of those times. It’s not that she doesn’t have things she can do, there just aren’t any things that she wants to do.

After fucking around for a little while, a noise at the door startles her. Her mind immediately goes to danger, causing her to call Peggy, even though she’s on a date, and Bucky, even though she was told that she was usually the downfall of his fun nights.

For some reason, Bucky answers his phone, but he sounds pissed about it. “Buck, you need to come home, there’s something at the door.”

“There’s nothing at the door, y/n. You know it’s an old building, maybe it has something to do with the pipes. You wouldn’t be worried if you listened to pipe talk during our loft meetings.”

“Those are boring. I’m surprised you listen to those talks.”

“They make me feel more like a man.” He pauses before continuing,”You know you’re being a cooler right now, right? Do you see it now?”

Yes, she thinks. She definitely see’s it now. “Just come home.”

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and two girls that are along for the ride arrive at the apartment. They find y/n curled up on the couch with their baseball bat, and she almost hits Steve when he comes into the room.

“So, this is our roommate y/n,” introduces Bucky. “And this is the place. Bathroom is down that hall… and so is basically everything else. Y/n, could you help me find some, uh, bottlecaps in the your room.”

“Sure, what kind? I have twist offs and the pop kind.”

“You know I’m not actually here about bottlecaps- actually it doesn’t matter. Listen to me. That girl out there, for some reason, is sexually attracted to sad men. You understand now fantastic that is for me.”

“Yeah, wow, that’s a goldmine. Now I feel partially responsible for your sex tonight, so I have an idea.” Bucky and I call everyone to meet in front of the couches, a cooler of beer beside us.

“The game is true american, but with a sexy new twist. Clinton rules! Everyone pick your interns and remember-“

The loft mates join in at this part, “The floor is lava!”

“Wait, this doesn’t make any sense. What are the rules? How do you play this?” The girl that Bucky brought asks.

“It’s easy. The floor is lava, doves versus hawks, the couch is the Mason-Dixon Line, no cabinets,” explains Steve helpfully, choosing the blonde, Carrie, as his partner.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Vanya, the girl that Sam brought, is sitting on the table and drinking, definitely not playing, but Sam seems happy talking to her.

The game goes as smoothly as a game with no rules can go. The loft is a mess, and most of us are missing various articles of clothes, which is a good sign for Bucky. Y/n, Steve, Carrie, and Y/n are all sitting at the table, different levels of intoxicated, trying to figure out who has to go behind the hallway door and kiss, a Y/n original idea that she’s positive will fix her spot as not a cooler. On the count of three they all put up numbers on their foreheads, chaos enduring between Steve and Bucky, both telling Carrie different numbers.

In all the confusion, on three, Y/n and Bucky end up with the same number, meaning that they have to kiss.

“Shit,” swears Bucky.

Y/n and Bucky look at each other, and say again, “Shit.”

“No, come on guys, let us out of here. This isn’t what I meant when I said kiss, I obviously meant, uh, a metaphorical poetic kiss. Don’t leave me back here with him!”

“Well,” says y/n, leaning back against the wall, sliding down to the floor next to Bucky, with his head in his hands. “I guess we should do this, then. They aren’t going to let him out of here anytime soon.”

“Yep. Let me just-“ Y/n stands up, while Bucky stays on the ground, crouching.

“What are you doing? I’m up here.”

“I thought we were staying on the ground.”

“Fine. Let’s get this over with. Pucker up, Mr. Buck.” As soon as it’s out of her mouth, y/n grimaces, regretting a lot of things.

“Come on, don’t do that. You’re making it weirder than it already was.”

“Yeah, I regretted it immediately. I think this does prove that I’m your cooler.”

“Yeah, you think? It’s okay, Steve’s just gonna tell her about his heartbroken Peggy-struck heart. This might be the only time that he wants to be sadder than me.” They spend a few minutes arguing back and forth about various unimportant details, like if they’re going to stand or sit, where they’re going to put their hands, and if Bucky should be so nervous about this. At some point in time Bruce, y/n’s boyfriend, came along and decided to join the rest of them outside.

Finally, after the constant chanting of “kiss kiss kiss kiss” from the hallway to get to her, y/n says, “Come on, Buck, just be a man and kiss me!”

“No! Not like this.” His eyes go wide when he realizes what he just said, and he starts shaking his head before I even get my question out.

“What do you mean, not like this?” Bucky doesn’t give an answer, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. He starts gesturing around wildly, trying to find something to say.

“No, I didn’t- it’s just not, like, you know- not like that.”

“Yeah, I’m out.” Before y/n can get another word in, Bucky is climbing out of the window. Without thinking, y/n yells at them to open the door, which they do. Steve and Sam are freaking out over Bucky, asking him all these questions, and Bruce is busy laughing about how Bucky would rather climb out of a window than kiss her. Luckily, Peggy is still thereto try and help her understand what’s happening.

Things dial down after that. Steve and Sam give Bucky a firm talking to and a night to think of over, and y/n goes to sleep alongside Bruce. She’s awoken in the middle of the night gm the same scratching that she heard earlier, so she goes to investigate.

Bucky must’ve heard it too, because he’s right there beside her with the baseball bat. Apparently their new neighbor has a dog that’s been causing all of the problems. It’s also the place where Bucky’s coat was supposed to go. As far as their neighbors go, it’s not the worst interaction they’ve had. This one only thinks they wear other people’s clothes and carry around bats.

“So, I guess you didn’t need to come over. Sorry I ruined your night.” They walk back to the hallway together, arms brushing against each other.

“Nah, it was probably for the best. French coat Bucky had a lot of unearned confidence, lot of random dance moves.”

They stand facing each other, y/n looking up into Bucky’s eyes. “Goodnight Buck.”

“Night, Y/n.” Bucky leans in, encouraged by y/n leaning in too. They’re lips touch, the kiss passionate and all at once. Bucky’s hands are in her hair, and as soon as they break appear she misses the touch.

“I meant a little something like that.”

This was so much fun to write! I love to concept of a new girl based au, feel free to send more of this or any other requests.

[nymph1e]

Okay fuck it, I gotta give in, I gotta watch through Supernatural. AFAIK, it's all on Netflix; at least I saw it on there in passing. Going into this, is there anything I should be aware of? Are there any episodes I should skip, any seasons? Should I start from season 4? I know the basic plot and concept, and I know it's very monster-of-the-week. But aside from me highkey shipping Destiel already, that's all.

Well my first piece of advice would be

but uh, let’s fucking ~GO~

If you’re actually jumping into this hellhole (why why why) don’t start at season 4. It’s tempting, but seasons 1-3 are some of the best shit in the whole show, also having context for Sam and Dean’s characters, and their relationship with the supernatural up to season 4 really highlights how fucking wild the introduction of angels is in the show. it’s basically a complete paradigm shift.

I would recommend you watch seasons 1-5 basically as is, though if you’re in a rush, season three is kinda skippable as long as you read a general synopsis. This is the original arc of the show and it shows. A friend of mine, @sammwinchestersdimples​ has said she’d have been fine if the show had ended there, and I can totally see her point. After season five things start to get... uhhhhh... not as good. THAT BEING SAID some really amazing seasons come later, and you’d get nowhere NEAR the Full Destiel Experience without them. What REALLY sucks is that all the seasons have good moments in them, so even if the seasons are generally bad, they’ll have episodes of GOLD. But fuck it, here’s a season-by-season breakdown.

Season 6 - This is the first... “eh” season. There’s a lot of character choices made in this one that I don’t like. The plot also doesn’t quite seem to know what to do with itself and it has no real main villain... or I guess it has a twist villain? This is also the season where they start chucking in the typical “no homos” you get when a show is queerbaiting, so they can point to the no homo bits and claim the queers are delusional.

Season 7 - The absolute WORST season, imo, is season 7, and it features Cas the least out of all the post season 4 seasons. You can tell the writers genuinely tried to write Cas off here. Not to mention the main plot is completely stupid. HOWEVER this is the season where we get golden things like Cas showing up to Dean’s prayer naked and covered in bees, and the episode where Charlie (best girl) is introduced and Dean subsequently has to flirt with a dude because she, a lesbian, cannot. (Wow so straight, Dean)

Episodes Not To Skip:

6x03 - A good Cas/plot episode (spot the famous destiel quote)

6x04 - A good all-round episode, also Jackles directed it so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6x09 - This is one of the Batshit Episodes. Definitely watch.

6x10 - On the one hand, Cas episode. On the other, no homo, megstiel episode. Your choice.

6x11 - Good episode.

6x15 - THE ULTIMATE META EPISODE. Sam and Dean are teleported into Jared Padelecki and Jensen Ackles’ lives on the set of Supernatural and it is so batshit.

6x17 - Jolly good episode, and nice destiel content.

6x18 - Time travel episode, which is always fun.

6x19 - “Baby in a trenchcoat.” ‘Nough said.

6x20 - The Man Who Would Be King is the destiel episode. It is infamous in the fandom, and for good reason. It’s not just a good destiel episode, but one of the best episodes in the series. With banging lines like “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.” and “For a brief moment, I was me again.”

6x21 & 6x22 - The last two episodes are kind of must-watches after TMWWBK, trust me.

Episodes Not To Skip:

7x01 & 7x02 - follows on from s6 final. You don’t wanna skip.

7x05 - Good general episode

7x06 - Again, good general episode. Sets ups plot for the season.

7x08 - Ugh. So the A plot for this episodes invoves Becky, the insane, stalker, fandom-insert character, roofie Sam into marrying her (and it’s heavily implied they have sex - and it’s treated as a joke despite being LITERAL RAPE). BUT this is the episode where Garth is introduced and Garth is fucking amazing. So. IDEK.

7x10 & 7x11 - Plot important.

7x12 - Time travel episode! See if you can catch the bi!dean moment ;)

7x17 - Cas is back! Or is he???

7x18 - GARTH EPISODE

7x20 - CHARLIE!!!! WATCH THIS EPISODE!!!!

7x21 - Cas episode. It’s... interesting.

7x22 - The tagline for this episode is “Sam and Dean seek out an Alpha” 😭. It’s a Cas episode.

7x23 - If Cas weren’t in this episode I’d say skip it.

Season 8 - A fantastic season. If The Man Who Would Be King is the destiel episode, season 8 is the destiel season. When you watch this, DM me so I can RANT about all the amazing destiel this season. It’s also, again, a great season in general I remember watching it as it was airing it was soooo good. You have the arrival of the Bunker, you have Kevin and Charlie being awesome, some nice sprinkles of batshit episodes, BEST BOY BENNY rocks up in all his glory. Fucking epic season. Only downside it Sam’s character takes a bit of a dive. I’d recommend you watch through all of this season.

Episodes To AVOID:

7x13 - I literally pretend this stupid fucking episode doesn’t exist. Basically Dean impregnates a woman with Super Pregnancy and she has a daughter who becomes an adult within hours and then dies. The end. Everyone hated it. Man fuck this episode. Of course it was written by Buckleming.

Season 9 - Sadly, after how amazing season 8 was, and how spectactularly season 9 was set up, this season is a disappointment. It’s an ok season. It’s not bad, it’s not good, it’s just a bit all over the place.

I was going to give you the normal episode list to not skip, but looking through, most episodes this season should be watched for one reason or another. Either they’re Cas heavy, they do some interesting character building, or they feature one of the awesome side characters like Charlie or Jody.

This season is probably the height of the war in the writers’ room about destiel. Some writers want to no homo the whole thing and back way off, while other writers want to lean into it hard. So in the same season where SPOILER Cas loses his virginity to a random reaper woman and Dean kicks Cas out of the bunker to fend for himself, you also have Cas’ fatal flaw used as propaganda against him by Metatron being that he’s "in love” with humanity Dean. /SPOILER Whatever you do DON’T SKIP THE FINAL FEW EPISODES. TRUST ME.

Season 10 - Haha oh dear. This season is likely the biggest for wasted potential. You saw the end of season 9, right? You go “HOLY SHIT YES LET’S DO THIS” and then they do... season 10. They really became experts at setting up an awesome season only to fuck it up in delivery, right? Again, not a bad season, per se.

Episodes To AVOID:

9x05 - In which Dean wants to fuck a dog. I am not joking. I wish I were. Basically a spell-gone-wrong makes Dean doglike. it’s weird. it’s batshit. Not the good kind.

Season 11 - Season 11 is a pretty good season! They tried to give Dean a female love interest but Jackles said  ✨No✨ and played Dean as brainwashed and uncomfortable the whole time and I love him for it. Of special note this season is the episode Baby (11x04), which is my favourite episode in the series! It’s funny, it’s heartwarming, it’s weirdly shot. I love it! We also get casifer this season which is awesome! Some episodes are skippable, but they’re generally good episodes.

Episodes NOT to Skip (ignore the 10 year special):

10x01 & 10x02 - Great episodes, Dean in this is *chefs kiss*.

10x04 - *sighs* Fan Fiction. A 200th episode that is simultaneously a love letter to fans and laughing in fans’ faces. I’ve never liked this episode for the second-hand embarressment of it all, but you should watch it and see if you like it.

10x06 - Pretty good episode.

10x07 - Jody AND Donna! Fantastic episode!

10x08 - Dadstiel rears his ugly head. I fucking love how Cas adopts two (2) kids over the course of the series and in both cases Dean eventually goes “ah fuck, I guess I gotta co-parent this thing”. Also we get some KILLER destiel this episode. hey go on a DATE and Cas tells Dean he’s a good person ^_^

10x09 - Good episode. Much destiel.

10x10 - Charlie episode!

10x11 - Teen!Dean! Need I say more?

OK so I just had a look, and you really just need to watch every episode from this point in the season on. Enjoy!

Season 12 - Another example of a TERRRIBLE season, is season 12. Season 12 is also one of the most destiel-heavy seasons in the show. You see the issue? Like, it’s got a stupid plot that makes no sense and has no fucking cohesion, but you also FINALLY have the writers going “fuck it” and all in on the destiel. After this point Dean never has another non-Cas love interest and vice versa, they stop giving us whiplash from baiting and no-homoing. IF the conspiracy theory is true, and the end of the show is shit because of executive meddling, this season is the one where the writers decided they were gonna push for destiel endgame.

I gotta tell you the truth, I skipped this season in my rewatch, so all of my memories are from years ago when it first came out. This seson was the last that I watched live (for a reason). Should you skip it? No. But I’m not well informed enough about this season that I can point out what episodes you should or should not watch.

Season 13 - Congratulations! You’ve reached the point where the show’s gotten consistently good again! (just in time for most of the audience to have already left lol). We start off with SPOILERS Dean mourning Cas like he’s lost the will to fucking live. I’m talking complete despondence, praying for Cas to come back, lashing out in anger at everything, one of the darkest points we’ve ever seen him at on the show, then pulling a 180 and being super happy the second Cas comes back. /SPOILERS They also introduce Jack, who is the SECOND child Cas decides to adopt and Dean ends up co-parenting (Sam too). In fact, Jack is explicity Sam, Cas, and Dean’s kid.

Season 14 - Another good one. My only issue is where they decided to take the plot at the end of the season. I’d recommend watching it all, regardless.

Season 15 - And so we’ve come to the end of the line. This season was... well it was actually pretty good. It started off with what we hellers lovingly refer to as the “divorce arc” where Cas and Dean have a big blow up, and Cas leaves, but that ends with Dean praying on his knees for forgiveness and a nice hug. Honestly this season you can cut the tension between the two of them like a knife, and you can tell Misha and Jensen were doing it deliberately.

I’d say watch up until 15x18, then you decide what to do with the last two episodes. If you want you can watch them to understand just why people put their conspiracy theory hats on, or you can send me another ask and I’ll rec you some post 15x18 finale fics! There’s one fic that’s a replacement for 15x20 written in script format that is particularly good.

Anyway that’s it. It’s kind of left me a little sad, to break down the show in this way. Especially coming up to season 15 nd remembering all the wasted potential. Honestly if you do decide to watch the show, good luck. I hope you enjoy it. I’m also glad you never had to be put through the bullshit false hope that came about after 15x18.

[dickspeightjrs]

Hunter Husbands (canon / 1k words)

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It was meant to be a routine hunt. Just quickly wipe out a vamp nest that had been terrorising a small town in Ohio and be back in time to catch America’s Got Talent. (Dean was sure the singing dog would win. Castiel and Sam weren’t so certain, they were rooting for the showjumping show choir.) 

Sam had offered to go with Dean and Castiel to help out. Dean had declined his offer politely but immediately, stressing that it was a simple hunt and, despite Castiel being almost fully human now, the two of them would be able to handle it. Sam had just given Dean a knowing look that Dean glared at and then otherwise ignored. 

Now, Dean wishes he hadn’t been too quick to stop Sam from coming along - even if it had meant losing some alone time with Cas.

The vampire nest turned out to be much bigger and stronger than any of them had predicted. 

In what was meant to be an initial recon mission to scope the place out before returning later with a more detailed outlook of the area, and therefore the upper hand, Dean and Castiel had been ambushed. 

Vampires seemed to be appearing as if from nowhere. Luckily, they’d had the foresight to bring a little protection. Each man wielded a sharp knife that helped in the defence against the monsters. But, the vampires had taken over an abandoned warehouse so Dean and Castiel had to navigate the large space while fighting off some pissed off, blood-thirsty vamps. 

With a hard swing and grunt, Castiel smoothly slices the final vampire’s head clean off her shoulders. He turns to find Dean wiping his blade clean on the sleeve of a slain vamp. 

The hunter sighs and moves towards Castiel. “Why can’t all vamps be like Benny? Swear we almost got wiped by those bastards.” 

Still high on the adrenaline of the battle, and fueled a  little by jealousy at the mention of Dean’s vampire friend, Castiel reaches out a hand to grab Dean by the shirt and pull him into a crushing, passionate kiss. 

They remain locked in an intimate embrace for a few heated seconds, until Castiel suddenly pulls away. They still remain close enough for their breaths to mingle in the small space between them. 

“Why’d you pull away?” Dean asks, panting, and trying to catch his breath. 

Castiel tightens his grip on Dean’s shirt. His other hand subtly flexes around the handle of the knife he still has hold of. 

“There is a vampire hiding behind the pillar over there.” Castiel’s eyes look to an area just above Dean’s shoulder. 

Dean turns his head to look in that direction but Castiel’s hand shoots up to Dean’s cheek, moving the man’s head back so green eyes connect again with blue. 

The figure moves from behind the pillar, Castiel notices from the corner of his eye. If the situation wasn’t so tense, Castiel would have rolled his eyes. He may be almost human now, but he still trusts his senses. A sneaking vampire could never fool him. 

“He’s getting closer,” Castiel whispers, “at the count of three, duck down, understand?”

Dean opens his mouth to protest - probably to say something about not being a damn damsel in distress who needs saving - but Castiel hits him with a glare that makes him snap his mouth shut. He knows when he’s been told. 

“Okay.” Castiel says. The vampire must be directly behind Dean now, Castiel can’t see him but he can still sense him approaching. He takes a deep breath, looks into Dean’s eyes to make sure they’re on the same page. Dean nods. “Three, two, ONE!” 

Dean drops to the floor just as the vampire was about to reach out for his neck. The movement catches the monster off guard for a split second, which allows Castiel the time to lift his knife through the air and, with all of his strength, slice through the neck of the bastard. The slight resistance of the metal against the vampire’s spinal cord sends a small thrill of satisfaction through Castiel. No one, especially a despicable creature like a vampire, would get to Dean. They’d have to get through Castiel first, every time. 

The red mist clears from Castiel’s vision and he drops the tension from his shoulders. Dean is still on the ground, out of breath from the adrenaline rushing through his system but otherwise unharmed. Only now, he has a spattering of blood across his face. 

Castiel reaches out a hand to help Dean to his feet. Dean grips his hand and heaves himself up from the concrete. 

Once on his feet and standing up against his angel again, Dean turns to look at the decapitated remains of the vamp. But he frowns when he can’t spot the guy’s head. A quick search finds it a few meters away. 

Dean makes an impressed whistle, “Wow, Cas, you really smoked his ass.” He turns to face Cas and pulls him closer by the lapel of his trenchcoat. “It was super hot, not gonna lie, dude.” 

Dean grins cockily, and leans in to pull his boyfriend into a kiss. 

But Castiel steps backwards away from the hunter. 

Dean’s face falls. “Why’d you pull away this time?” He pouts. 

“Because you’re covered in vampire blood,” Castiel explains, reaching up to wipe at a drop of blood on Dean’s face. “And, honestly, you smell. You need a shower.” Castiel’s nose scrunches up. 

Dean pulls a face. “Yeah, well, y-you smell too!” He tries to counter. 

Castiel gives Dean a look that says” that was terrible and you know it. He turns on his heel and starts to make his way across the warehouse, heading towards the exit. 

Dean remains where he’s stood, pouting over his failed comeback. Until, a sly smile appears on his lips. He runs to catch up with Castiel.

“Fine! I’ll take a shower before you kiss me again.” He relents. “But only if you join me.” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. He reaches Castiel and puts an arm around his neck, pulling the angel in to place a peck on his temple. 

“You’re insatiable.” Castiel playfully pushes Dean away, rolling his eyes affectionately. 

Dean’s responding laugh echoes through the empty warehouse. 

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Redoing My Remastered THH Girls Redesigns

I needed to fix them bc they were so ugly. I might do a redesign series of if I to keep the high school aesthetic. 

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I wanted to give her both detective and spy vibes bc I think she’s great with both.

She has shorter hair but I kept the braid. Her canon jacket now becomes a trenchcoat with large gold buttons and purple belt, sleeveless black catsuit, white long sleeve undershirt, and her purple boots bc I like them. Her coat has a high collar and the symbol of the Kirigiri Detective Agency on her lapel. The catsuit has a zipper on it so she can easily take it off whenever she wishes. She keeps her gloves but they’re longer. She also wears cat-eye glasses and a chain on her belt.

Sayaka Maizono

I WILL get her right this time. I decided to do mostly idol but with some hints of y2k in there bc I’m still not over y2k Sayaka. I also took some inspo from Toastie’s redesign of Sayaka and the comeback outfits of the idol group Oh My Girls.

She wears a light blue headband with a big pink bow on it, white blouse with frills on the sleeves and collar, dark blue tie, light blue button up tube top, asymmetrical plaid pink pleated skirt with three small belts that connect to a plain white skirt, dark blue kitty socks, and holographic heels. She also wears music note earrings.

Celestia Ludenberg

I wanted to go for a bit of a Queen of Hearts aesthetic for this one. I was also inspired by an artist on Instagram who gave Celeste a skirt resembling a Roulette table (if anyone can tell me the artist’s name that would be nice).

I have two main fashion hcs for Celeste: Gothic lolita and Y2k so I’m gonna try and combine those. She wears a black mesh shirt, black lolita style off shoulder dress with short puffed sleeves and red lining, the skirt is in the shape of a Roulette table, light red petticoat with different card suits underneath, black stockings, and her heels from canon. I decided to give her jewelry that reflects her desire to be royal and her talent of gambling.

Aoi Asahina

I want them to look like a swimmer.

I gave them curly hair, freckles, bean eyebrows, and brown eyes bc I say so. She wears a pair of teal goggles, light pink swimsuit with a donut on it, ocean blue shorts with mermaid scales, and a pair of baby blue Crocs with charms on it. She also wears a cute mermaid hairclip.

Chihiro Fujisaki

I put her hair in pigtails and made her chubbier bc I want that for her. She also has freckles and bean eyebrows and braces.

Chihiro wears a light green tweed hoodie with programming and coding pins and the collar from her canon outfit, white dress shirt, brown sweater vest, and a pair of cute pajama pants. She also wears light green Crocs with charms.

Toko Fukawa

I wanted to give them a mix of nerdy and dark academia at the same time as well as took inspo from her beta design. I got rid of the braids bc they’re ugly and replaced them with a bun.

She wears a dark purple blazer with white lining, white dress shirt, coral turtleneck, dark purple skirt with a slit bc it’s Toko, knee high socks with garterbelts, and black dress shoes.

Sakura Oogami

Queen I’m so sorry I haven’t done you justice in the past. This time I will.

She wears a red sports bra with a trans pride flag and floral designs on it, pink sweatpants, a cute bunny hoodie, and some boxing shoes. I decided to tie her hair up bc it’s gonna get in the way of your fighting, queen.

Mukuro Ikusaba

He wears a green tank top, black long sleeve shirt, camo vest, baggy black pants, and combat boots. He also wears a dog tag necklace and a black jacket as well as carries a sniper in a case on his back.

Junko Enoshima

She wears a big red fur coat, monochrome spaghetti strap crop top with monochrome lacing, red pencil skirt, fishnet stockings, and red pumps. A pair of red heart-shaped sunglasses rest atop its head and she walks around with a little Monokuma cane for extra flair. 

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Fictober - Day 11

prompt: “I told you so” fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters pairing: Jounouchi Katsuya/Kaiba Seto rating: teen warnings: minor blood/injury, somewhat open ending a/n: pre-relationship hurt/comfort | Why did Kaiba’s tournaments always come hand-in-hand with some kind of death trap?

Fighting a shiver, Jounouchi cupped his hands around his mouth and blew warm air over his chilled fingers and palms. 

Bang!

The solid metal door barely shuddered in its frame. A string of aggressive swearing followed the next loud bang.

Jounouchi gave up on trying to warm his hands. Instead, he hugged his exposed arms and rubbed them in a vain attempt to generate some heat. His gaze flickered to the thermometer on the nearby wall. The reading still showed 5 degrees Celsius. He looked back at his companion, who remained hellbent on trying to force open the door.

"I told you so. That thing ain't gonna budge," Jounouchi said and immediately regretted it as frigid air flooded the inside of his mouth and throat and clawed into his chest cavity. He clenched his teeth together and rubbed his biceps harder.

Turning sharply, Kaiba drilled into him with eyes frostier than the temperature inside the locked freezer. "At least I'm doing something, instead of rolling over like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs," snarled the other duelist.

Jounouchi bristled at the insult, but not even his anger at Kaiba was enough to warm his rapidly cooling body. "No, the only thing you're gonna accomplish is busting your shoulder on that door. You said that our Duel Disks"—he tapped the device still strapped to his left forearm—"have built-in emergency beacons. Someone's bound to notice us, well, at least you're missing and come looking for us."

Kaiba's eyes darted around the room, no doubt hunting for some weakness in the structure he was convinced only he could spot. "That's the best-case scenario. Depending on how thick these walls are or if they're shielded, the GPS signal may not be able to penetrate."

As Kaiba began pacing back and forth, the tail of his long, white trenchcoat billowed and swirled dramatically around his knees. At that moment, Jounouchi wished for the first time that his fashion sense was more like the other boy's. A coat and a turtleneck would go a long way to stave off the cold. In his thin t-shirt and jeans, Jounouchi was bound to become a popsicle first between the two of them.

Jounouchi shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, then back again. "Unless your superpower's actually being super-strong and not a super-dick, we're not getting out of here without some help from the outside."

He cast a look around the empty and freezing room, wondering if it had been used for anything other than holding kidnapped duelists. Why the hell had he and Kaiba been taken together? Maybe they just wanted Kaiba—asshole had way too many enemies to count—and Jounouchi had been unlucky enough to be in the right place and right time? Dammit, all he wanted was one duel with Kaiba, preferably ending in a win that'd wipe that smug expression off his face once and for all. 

Now, he was stuck in an enclosed space with his worst enemy, who was prowling like a caged animal. No phones. Those had been stripped and dumped off them right when they were taken. But for some reason he couldn't fathom, the kidnappers had let them keep their Duel Disks. Maybe because they didn't know about the emergency beacon? That didn't sound like a feature that was common knowledge. Jounouchi hadn't known about it until Kaiba told him. 

Kaiba stared at him, not blinking like a weird freak, for almost a full three seconds before stomping away.

"Dick," Jounouchi muttered, his breath pouring out from between his trembling lips like a cumulus cloud.

Ignoring Kaiba, Jounouchi sank into a sitting position on the floor and pulled his knees to his chest before resting his head against them. If he made himself smaller like this, it would keep his body heat from escaping as quickly, right? "So who do you think did this?" he asked several moments later, unable to stand the silence. 

"Whoever they are, they'll regret it soon enough," said Kaiba from a far corner of the room.

"You must have some idea," urged Jounouchi. His body was shivering in full earnest now, and he was beginning to lose feeling in his fingertips. He curled into a smaller ball. 

"No. I didn't recognize any of their voices."

Jounouchi thought back to the four kidnappers. Not all of them had spoken, but the two who did had sounded like men. All of them had been dressed from head to toe in black, while their faces had been obscured by black balaclavas.

"That they were careful to hide their identities may be a good thing for us. If they hadn't tried, I'd be far more worried that they intend to kill us outright. So far, their behavior suggests ransoming or some other demand."

"Yeah, but why stick us in here then? They could have stuck us in any old room. This feels an awful lot like they're trying to kill us. You. Whatever."

A heavy silence reigned. Jounouchi thought he'd brought up a rather astute point, so Kaiba'd better appreciate it. 

The thought of dying curdled in his stomach. Unlike many of his near brushes with death so far, this one was given time to sit with him. Not just a mere instance of flashing terror and heart-stopping fear. This one wrapped him in its frigid fingers and squeezed him—his heart, his lungs, his very thoughts—until the overwhelming dread was all he'd ever known. 

He didn't want to die. Not yet. Not here. Not trapped with fucking Kaiba of all people. At least when he'd almost drowned in Domino Bay, he'd been with Yuugi. Even made his peace with death if it meant being able to save his best friend. 

This was worse than drowning. Slightly less painful, slower by many degrees but just as inevitable. 

"You're not dead yet, deadbeat." 

Kaiba's words, spoken much closer than expected, jolted him out of his stupor. He raised his head to stare into the other duelist's face, whose brows were knotted in what might be an expression of concern. Jounouchi shook his head to clear it. Kaiba's expression was as haughty as it'd always been.

His teeth chattered when he next opened his mouth to reply. "Maybe not now, but give it another hour or so."  

Kaiba's eyes raked over his body, or what he could see given Jounouchi's hunched positioning. "You're shivering quite badly," he observed almost too quietly. 

Jounouchi gestured to his summer attire. "I'm definitely gonna freeze to death before you do. So at least you won't have to spend your final minutes listening to me run my mouth. So congrats on that," he spat bitterly. 

Kaiba pursed his lips. "You blame me for this." 

Dropping his gaze to the ground, Jounouchi twisted the denim fabric in his grip. "I dunno. Maybe. Kinda. Not really. I mean, you're an asshole, but I don't think you deserve this either. I don't think I'd wish this bullshit on my worst enemy. This doesn't sound like a great way to go." 

"It can be quite peaceful by the end, or so I've read." 

Jounouchi swallowed a bubble of hysteria. He wasn't going to lose it. "You like reading about hypothermia as a hobby, huh? Why am I not surprised?" 

"It helps to be prepared," replied Kaiba flatly. 

The overwhelming desire to hit Kaiba in the face rose like a tide, and Jounouchi swallowed that too. 

"We're not at risk of hypothermia yet. We have time still, but I need to effectively utilize it before the secondary symptoms set in. The longer we remain here, the harder it will be to mount our rescue." 

Whatever "secondary symptoms" Kaiba was worried about must have already set in for Jounouchi because he already found it difficult to keep up with the other boy. Without warning, Kaiba stripped off his outer coat and tossed it to Jounouchi. Kaiba stood, a tall, lean figure in completely black as his attention left Jounouchi once more. "Hold onto that. It'll just get in the way while I find us a way out of here."

He stalked away without another word.

Jounouchi clutched Kaiba's coat dumbly. The inner red lining was softer to the touch than he'd imagined it. Then again, Jounouchi was close to losing most feeling in his hands. Kaiba had moved clear to the other side of the room to study several vents and pipe snaking out of the wall, along with the industrial fan circulating freezing air into the unit. Jounouchi stared at Kaiba's discarded coat again. Was this Kaiba trying to do him a kindness? Giving him his jacket to fend off the cold in the most blase and nonchalant way possible?

Did Jounouchi dare to accept it?

After a second, he decided pride was better saved for occasions where he wasn't at risk of freezing to death. With clumsy hands, he pulled on the coat, briefly bemoaning the lack of sleeves, and pulled the raised collar around his neck and throat to protect the naked skin in that region. The coat weighed more than he'd expected. Probably because of the metal studs lining the white leather, and as he ran his fingers along the length of the coat, he felt a wireframe underneath that helped to keep the coat's shape. No wonder Kaiba always looked perpetually windswept while wearing it.

The sound of Kaiba talking to himself, pacing, and messing with things continued in the background, and Jounouchi tried to concentrate on the noise. Most of what Kaiba said was lost on him, but he appreciated it as it reminded him he wasn't alone. Even with the extra layer, the cold was beginning to seep into his bones and veins, creating a sluggishness that weighed down his limbs. Time slipped by in a way that escaped Jounouchi's grasp entirely.

How long had they been trapped in this freezer? An hour? Three? 

Across the room, Kaiba suddenly made a small noise of triumph. Jounouchi looked at the other duelist to find him hanging almost a meter off the ground while clinging to the top of a fan unit sticking out of the wall. For some reason, Jounouchi's heart sped up.

"What the hell are you doing, Kaiba?" he asked through chattering teeth.

"If I can get inside this casing, I might be able to reach the wiring or other internal mechanisms," explained Kaiba. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, which Jounouchi attributed to the exertion of doing an extended pull-up.

"Dude, you don't have enough leverage. You're gonna hurt yourself," insisted Jounouchi.

"Shut up, I found a loose panel on the underside if I can just— There—" Kaiba wrenched his arm down, yanking at the edge of sheet metal. "Shit!" he cursed as he lost his grip, fell, and hit the icy floor with a sickening thud.

With his heart in his throat, Jounouchi climbed to his feet and rushed over to the other boy, who was groaning and clutching his hand to his chest. "Oh my god, Kaiba, are you alright? Talk to me!"

Panting, Kaiba pushed up on his elbows, still cradling his dominant hand protectively. When Jounouchi dropped to his knees next to the other boy, he finally caught sight of the nasty, jagged cut running down the center of Kaiba's palm. Droplets of blood now littered the ground where he'd fallen, while fresh blood continued to ooze from the open wound. Thankfully, Kaiba didn't appear to have broken anything with his fall.

"Shit, you're bleeding," said Jounouchi with mounting panic as he helped Kaiba into a sitting position. "This is bad."

"It's all bad," spat Kaiba through gritted teeth. 

They needed to stop the bleeding and wrap the wound. After a bit of internal debate, Jounouchi tore off one of his t-shirt sleeves to use as a makeshift bandage. He grabbed Kaiba's hand and held fast, even as the other boy tried to push him away. Jounouchi wound the strip of cloth tightly around Kaiba's hand and tied a somewhat sloppy-looking knot over the palm. Blood immediately seeped into the light blue cotton, dying it a splotchy crimson. Grabbing Kaiba's hand, he clasped their palms together and hoped the pressure would stop the bleeding soon. 

"Why did you do that?" hissed Kaiba while glaring.

"What was I supposed to do? Just let you bleed to death? I hate to admit it, but I need you in one piece. Cuz if anyone's gonna figure out a way to get us out of here, it's gonna be you," snapped Jounouchi in return.

They sat on the floor without speaking for several long beats. If someone found them now, they'd look ridiculous. Like two misbehaving children forced to make up and hold hands as a reconciliatory gesture. Jounouchi swore he could feel Kaiba's pulse hammering through the palms of their pressed hands. Or maybe that was his own heartbeat running into overdrive? The wet spot in the fabric grew clammy to the touch, but Jounouchi didn't let go. Kaiba's fingers were equally icy against his skin, but the contact ignited a small spark of heat between their clasp hands. 

Eventually, Jounouchi pried his hand away to poke a finger at the bandage's deep red stain. Kaiba's fingers twitched as he sucked in a sharp breath, but he didn't withdraw. 

"The bleeding's stopped," reassured Kaiba.

But as Jounouchi looked upon the other man's face, taking in how his bangs fell limp and wet over the deep furrow between his brow and the slight blue tinge of his lips, he found other reasons to be concerned. Kaiba shook with each shuddering breath, exhaling hitched breaths of steam that threatened to freeze in the air as soon as they left their lungs. Under the harsh fluorescent lighting, his clammy skin had taken on a pale and sickly pallor. The top half of his collar was an even darker black than the rest of his turtleneck when drenched with sweat and visibly stuck to his neck.

"Shit, how'd you get so bad so quickly? Was it the blood loss?" asked Jounouchi.

Kaiba winced. "It's the sweating. You lose body heat much faster when wet."

"And you still went climbing around like a freaking monkey?" Jounouchi wanted to shake the asshole. It was just like Kaiba to do the thing most likely to backfire and blow up in his face.

"I can't sit there and do nothing!" roared Kaiba. 

Stunned by the sudden outburst, Jounouchi gaped. Kaiba quickly turned his head away, but not before Jounouchi saw the wild and trapped look that'd overtaken Kaiba's eyes and face. For some reason, he'd yet to take his hand away. If they were in almost any other situation, Kaiba would have shoved him away by now. But they could help but gravitate toward each other now, guided by the blind instinct to seek out any source of warmth.

"We're not getting out that way," stated Jounouchi, his gaze flicking up toward the warped sheet metal on the underside of the ventilation unit.

"No, we're not," Kaiba confirmed bitterly.

"We're gonna have to hope that the emergency beacon is enough," added Jounouchi.

Kaiba scoffed and hunched his shoulders defensively. "Hope."

"Don't be like that. We've been through worse. We just have to hold on, buy our friends the time to find us, right?"

Jounouchi released Kaiba's lukewarm hand to peel Kaiba's coat off his back. He took a deep breath, hesitating before firmly sliding over and pressing his legs and side against Kaiba. He reached one arm across Kaiba's bunched shoulders. Kaiba froze at the first brush of Jounouchi's hand, becoming a stone or ice statue in this case, as Jounouchi spread his coat across both of their backs. They sat stiffly side-by-side, so close that the cloudy tendrils of their breaths touched and mixed. 

Inside his head, Jounouchi counted down the minutes until Kaiba's patience reached its limit. For Kaiba to leave and retreat to another part of the room, even if it was to both of their disadvantages. Meanwhile, he rubbed his bare arm against the fine wool of Kaiba's sleeve, stealing what heat he could. 

Yet as time stretched on without rescue in visible sight, Kaiba sagged his weight against Jounouchi. Then he reached out and tucked one of Jounouchi's exposed arms under his armpit, enveloping it in a feeble cocoon of warmth. A lump lodged in Jounouchi's throat, and the only thing he could bring himself to do was to lace their fingers together. The tacky feel of blood-stained cotton chafed his palm. He ignored the sensation to focus on Kaiba's thumb caressing his wrist. 

Jounouchi couldn't remember the last time he'd been this close to another human being, much less Kaiba. A small part of him wondered what it'd be like to get even closer. To push his cold face to Kaiba's and seal their lips together. Maybe that would keep the remaining heat trapped between them in a closed system. A slight flush flooded his cheeks and neck, bringing with it a blessed hot tingling sensation. 

No. There was no way he'd ever kiss Kaiba, even if they were at death's door. 

Fighting the urge to hide his face, Jounouchi shook off the intrusive thought. He kept his eyes fixed on a point on the opposite wall, ignoring Kaiba with every fiber of his being even as he sensed the other boy's intense gaze on his cheek. That must be another symptom of hypothermia, but he was too afraid to ask Kaiba to confirm. 

"Jounouchi, you shouldn't have been caught up in this." 

Kaiba's use of his name shattered the quiet, like taking a hammer to glass. A foreign expression that might be guilt-ridden met Jounouchi's stunned gaze. 

Kaiba opened his mouth again. "I'm so—" 

"No, stop. Don't you dare apologize." Jounouchi's body shook not from the temperature, but from a dreadful sensation quaking through him. "You've never done it under threat of death, and you're not gonna start now. I'm not ready to die yet, Kaiba."

"You're not going to die, Jounouchi," Kaiba growled, low and gravelly as a familiar determined fire lit his eyes. 

Despite himself, a wry grin wormed across Jounouchi's lips. "I guess that must be true if Kaiba Seto says so." 

Kaiba's hand briefly squeezed his. "Damn right."

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A Christmas Wish

Title: A Christmas Wish (Day 1) Theme: Bonfire Fandom / Character(s): Supernatural/Arrow; Dean Winchester x Earth 1 Laurel Lance Warnings: Mostly fluff Word Count: 1,339 words Notes: So this is for @champbucks​ @12daysofchristmas​ challenge. I was originally going to just use wrestlers, but after the challenge was opened up to all fandoms, I just couldn’t resist making it the 12 days of Deanmas. If anyone deserves a bunch of cute holiday fics written about him, it’s Dean Winchester. Plus I threw in some Laurel because my girl deserves some holiday goodness too. Credit for the graphic goes to @snarkandsarcasmftw​ and credit for the bonfire idea goes to the show The Originals.

Christmas wasn’t an often celebrated holiday in Dean Winchester’s life. He barely remembered the Christmases he spent with his family prior to his mother’s death. After that, he and his brother Sam were lucky if their dad was even around for Christmas. The closest to a real Christmas he had since then was with Sam in the year leading up to Dean going to Hell. After that, he didn’t think he’d ever have a chance at celebrating the holiday again. But then he was saved from Hell by Castiel. Dean still didn’t celebrate Christmas again until he was with Lisa. He treasured the time he got to spend with her and their son Ben. Then they broke up. Christmas was pretty low key for Dean after that if he even celebrated it at all. Of course that all changed when Emma was born. It was the kick in the ass that Dean needed to see that he needed to do better by his children. So every year since then he tried his best to celebrate Christmas with them.

The bunker had ended up being a blessing in disguise. It gave the Winchesters a home. It gave Ben his own room when he came to visit and it gave Emma her own room. Childproofing it had been a pain, but it was worth it. Then Laurel arrived. She was a friend of Sam’s from college. Unlike him, she was able to go on to law school and become a lawyer. Laurel was also secretly known as The Black Canary, a superhero who nearly died protecting her hometown of Starling City. She faked her death with the help of the Winchesters so that the man responsible wouldn’t try to finish her off. Laurel spent her time in the bunker at first recovering from the surgery that had saved her life. She bonded with the Winchesters and especially with little Emma inadvertently becoming a mother type figure toward the little girl. Laurel would be the one to watch her while Sam and Dean saved the world. The last thing any of them expected was for Mary Winchester to be given back to her sons alive as a reward.

Now it was December and Dean was about to celebrate his first Christmas with his mother since he was three years old. Twinkling lights were strung up all around the bunker. The tree was placed in the perfect spot and decorated with care. Emma had even placed the angel at the top of the tree with a little help from her dad. It was a trenchcoat clad angel at her insistence since Uncle Cas was an angel so of course the angel on the tree has to look like him. Castiel was touched and also a bit amused by the gesture. This year was also the start of a new tradition. One that Dean himself wasn’t too sure of though.

Laurel rolled her blue eyes at him playfully. “It’s not about the wishes, Dean. It’s for good luck. I think it’s sweet.”

“I just don’t want Emma to get disappointed if her wish doesn’t come true.” He admitted with a sigh as he wiped the flour off the counter top.

She couldn’t help smiling softly at that as she moved to check on the cookies that were baking in the oven. “Well that’s why you try to make her understand that it doesn’t guarantee that the wishes will come true.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” The little auburn haired girl in question came rushing into the kitchen heading straight toward him.

“Whoa munchkin! What’s going on?” Dean dropped the rag onto the counter and easily swooped her up into his arms.

“Ben said the Grinch will steal all of our Christmas stuff if I wasn’t a good girl.” Emma pouted at her father.

“Well now that’s not true. We have an anti Grinch security system installed. He doesn’t really leave Whoville though so I don’t think you have to worry.” He pressed a kiss to his daughter’s head reassuringly.

Ben walked in shaking his head. “I only said that because she messed up my game. Grandma took it away. She said she’ll give it to you to give back to me later.”

“Emma just wanted to play with you, bud. That doesn’t mean you can just mess with his game either though, Em. So no more scaring your sister and no more messing with your brother’s things. Why don’t you two go get bundled up? Help your sister. We’ll be going outside in a few minutes.” Dean set the little girl back down onto her feet.

“But the cookies!” Emma protested looking up at her dad.

Laurel grinned softly at the little girl. “They just finished baking. I put them on the counter to cool. We can decorate them when we get back inside.”

“Okay mama.” Emma smiled and followed Ben out of the kitchen.

Dean and Laurel shared a look which only made her blush. After making sure the ovens were off, the two of them bundled up then headed outside where the bonfire was waiting. Ben and Emma were writing down their wishes with the latter being helped by Mary. The warmth from the bonfire in comparison to the chill in the air felt great. Sam and Eileen were near the fire keeping a close eye on it. When everyone was ready, they one by one each dropped a scrap of paper that they wrote their wishes on into the fire. Dean helping his kids do so, of course. It was only a few moments after all the wishes were in the flames that Ben looked toward the sky and his face lit up.

“It’s snowing!” Emma gasped in realization then squealed in delight.

Her brother laughed giving her a high five. “My wish came true.”

Laurel smiled nodding at them. “See? Good luck already.”

They enjoyed the snowfall for a bit. The bonfire keeping them from getting too cold. The kids were ushered back into the bunker after a while. Once they washed up, they went back to the kitchen where they helped Dean and Laurel decorate the cookies. Dean ended up having to wash icing off of Emma’s hands.

“What kind of cookies do you think Santa likes best?” Emma asked as she munched on a cookie afterward.

“I hear he likes pie better.” Dean grinned softly at her.

Laurel nudged him with an elbow earning a chuckle from him. “I think Santa likes all cookies and I’m sure he’ll love whatever cookies you leave out for him.”

“Okay. Can we make Olaf tomorrow?” She asked sleepily.

“If there’s enough snow, sure.”

“Yay!” Emma cheered then yawned finishing her milk.

Dean got her ready for bed. Laurel brushed the little girl’s auburn hair out while Dean read her a story. She was fast asleep soon after. They tucked her in then put the nightlight on. Laurel went to put the cookies away while Dean went to check on Ben. With the bonfire now safely out, Sam walked back inside with Miracle by his side. The dog shook himself off then walked away to get some water. By then, Dean and Laurel were done with what they were doing so they were just quietly talking. Sam smirked playfully and cleared his throat gesturing above them. They looked over at Sam then glanced up only to see some mistletoe hanging above their heads at a height that only the younger Winchester brother could have placed it there.

The blonde blushed at the realization, but didn’t hesitate to lean in kissing Dean softly on the lips. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

“Merry Christmas, Laurel.” Dean returned the kiss softly.

Mary gave them a knowing smile from where she was seated as the pair kissed a bit more. “Looks like Emma might have her wish come true after all.”

“Wait, what did she wish for?” He pulled back for a moment making them both look over at his mother.

The older blonde couldn’t help laughing softly. “A baby brother.”

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, April 6

XANDER: Why would a vampire lie about who sired him. What's that? Some kind of status symbol for the undead. My sire can beat up your sire. BUFFY: I'm not saying I don't believe him. XANDER: You just don't want to. OK, let's look at this objectively. Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSI-like manner 'cause we're a couple of carpet fibers away from a case. BUFFY: Spike can't be the one doing this. He couldn't if he wanted to. XANDER: Why not? BUFFY: Well, for one thing, pain chip, remember? He can't hurt anyone. XANDER: Didn't stop him from hurting you. Hey, objective here. Maybe the chip's not working anymore. BUFFY: Oh, it's working. I've seen it. XANDER: Is it? Or is that what Spike wants you to think?

~~Buffy Season 7 Episode #130: "Sleeper"~~

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

pointy things (Spike/Xander, T) by Shrivelled_rat

Have a little Faith... (Ensemble, T) by BuffyBot3000

Monsters (Angel/Spike, M) by VioletArroyo

Wet Dog (Ensemble, G) by InsaneTrollLogic

Despondency (Buffy, T, Twilight xover) by TeamDamon1864

Their Forever (Ensemble, G) by 29PheonixLement

One Wrong Turn (Buffy, G, SG1 xover) by museumnelson

Better? (Buffy/Faith, T) by theacedennis

souls are what you eat (Dawn, Janice, Cassie, M, Hannibal xover) by kwritten

Worth the World (Spike/Reader, unrated) by fandom-imagines-stories

Untitled (Buffy/Faith, unrated) by sevens-evan

[Chaptered Fiction]

Chess Pieces - Chapter 5/7 (Buffy/Giles, E) by Skyson

Stuck-up part 1 (Willow/Reader, unrated) by marvelfandomsblog

Kindred, Chapter 40 (Buffy/Spike, E) by sweetprincipale

One Chance, Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, E) by AtlantianDream

A Time For Everything , Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, E) by

Sunny Side Up , Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by DarkEternity96

Broken Bridges, Chapter 19 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dusty

The Warlock's Nephew, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, E) by AlloSpoike

The Gift Ch. 11 (Buffy, Dawn, T, Star Wars xover) by Cantanatova

Iron Coin Chronicles: The Silver Summer Ch. 6 (Ensemble, T) by KyliaQuilor

[Images, Audio & Video]

Fanmix: Xander playlist () by cacophonyoflife

Artwork:Vamp Willow () by mygreenknittedsweater

Artwork:Buffy vest () by thegothicalice

Video: Buffy + Angel | Crazy In Love () by robinsrevenge

[Reviews & Recaps]

20 Year Rewatch - s01e17 - "Eternity" by Ohigetjokes

20 Year Rewatch - s01e18 "Five by Five", s01e19 "Sanctuary" by Ohigetjokes

Is Spike killing people? That is the question. by yetanotherbuffyblog

Buffy rewatch: S02E07 by three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat

PUBLICATION:Episode 51: Gingerbread by Mythtaken

PODCAST: S06 E13 Dead Things by Buffy Virgin

PUBLICATION: The Initiative S4 E7 by Buffy and the Art of Story

[Fandom Discussions]

Dawn in the S8 Comics by quasi-normalcy

Fic Game: Schadenfreude and Spike x Xander by prose-for-hire

Fic Game: carnage + Spangelus >:) by prose-for-hire

Fic Game: Schadenfreude and Spike x Xander by prose-for-hire

What is even happening in Buffy season 7? by rainandscarves

What do you like about Faith/Spike? by sothischickshe

Discussion of Buffy the Vampire Slayer #24 (Boom! Studios) by Multiple Authors

Discussion of 1.02 "The Harvest" by Multiple Authors

Is it fair to judge vampires? by Stoney and others

The episode when Joyce dies was so sad and realistic as a healthcare worker by smolnessy

Did Tabula Rasa Hint That Buffy Was Joan Of Arc? by fuurn90

Does anyone know what happened to Tara and Willow’s cat? by PuzzleheadedRain6522

which comics are worth reading? by nordeliachase

I don't read the comics but did Connor ever found out he was talking to the REAL Darla? by Unlucky-Ad-4171

Spike by Unlucky-Ad-4171

This scene in The Wish (S3E9) is hilarious and IDK why no one talks about it. by rynoweiss

Post-Series Comic Help by Osolis

Question about watchers and the watchers' council by Express-Photo-1648

Any french viewers can confirm?: The gift ending by Carrierunnaway

I Only Have Eyes For You by tmcarlee

Were the different hairstyles of Buffy, Willow, Anya, etc. mandated by the writers? by precita

Music from Buffy by RhysandWolf

She Dated Gunn, Wesley and Knox and had a Crush on Angel. by Sayed64

Amy/the rat story arc by SavaRox

One of the most visually stunning moments of the show by hxhxlovecraft

Where the Wild Things Are by Eggo999

My Mom Has become hooked on Buffy (Update) by Gaius_Octavius_

Angel... Forgotten Gem? - Perspective of a Gen-Zer by ChutneyAddict

Connor deserves more credit by ChutneyAddict

Bronze Songs Playlist? by andysarchus

riley and spike by kingofsilverandgold

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[kamikothe1and0nly]

Soft and Sweet

OKAY! so the amazing @uni-seahorse-572​ wrote a cute little Fitz X Dex Fic and I’m in love with it! I love Ari’s writing so much! I wish I could eat the stories they write. I wanted to draw something based on the fic so here you go! Pls pls pls check out Ari’s work and so them love! 

Speedpaint: 

Tag list: @loverofallthingssmart​ @ruewen-and-rising​ @imaramennoodle​​ @sunset-telepath​ @cadence-talle​​ @where-in-the-world-are-we-blog​ @disasterlesbianmarella​  @fanartofthelostcities​ @sofia-not-sophie​ @cowboypossume​​  @real-smooth​ @dragonwinnie-kotlc​​ @cloudivity​ @constellations-and-kotlc​ @squishmallow36​ @the-resident-gay​ @booksscienceandmath​​ @rainbow-frog-earrings​ @bluedoodles0​ @stellasencen​ @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss​ @crazedfangirl14​ @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat​ @callas-pancake-tree​ @that-glasses-dog​ @nyxpixels​ (if you'd like to be removed/added/or I forgot you from the list let me know.)

[kurt-nightcrawler]

RULES: bold everything that applies to you and tag people you’d like to get to know better.

I was tagged by @starxfires 💛

Appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend// i met up with someone i have met online

Aesthetic:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise// i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

Misc:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs // i have a cat

anyone can do this but I’ll tag @not-12-swans-in-a-trenchcoat @prettyinblack231 @friccinfricks @cherry-vamps @makeusfreefromthisfandom