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justkending · 9 months

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It's just a hobby. (Drabble)

Summary: You took up a new hobby, and Dean likes to poke and tease you for it, but you feel the need to seek a little revenge for the constant joking.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3300+

A/N: I started this during the summer when I started five different crocheting projects (ADHD carried my summer hobbies) and decided to finish it before school started back up. I am currently still writing Found Memories, but I have to put a pause on it as the first month of school tends to take a lot of my time away from hobbies like writing… I’m moving to teach 8th-grade English this year and could use all the energy you’re all willing to send my way! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short story, and I’m happy to have the inspiration to write for Dean again :)

(Also, this is the closest to smut I think I've ever written...)

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“Seriously?” Dean grumbled as he looked in the rearview mirror seeing me pulling yarn to untangle a knot I had created.

Knowing where he was going with his normal banter, I just laughed and continued to focus on the craft in front of me.

“I pulled this out like 20 minutes ago. How are you just now noticing?”

“I’m watching the road,” he argued, and I rolled my eyes. As always, he had been sneaking glances to the back of the cab at me every other minute. “The hunt wasn’t even 40 minutes away from the bunker. Why did you bring that?”

“Why do you listen to the same three Led Zeppelin songs when you're upset about a hunt?” I countered, and he opened his mouth to disagree, but I answered for him to skip the sarcastic conversation brewing. “Comfort Dean. It’s all about comfort.”

“Why are you so weirded out by a normal hobby?” Sam jumped in, smirking, and sporting one of the many beanies I had made him with said hobby, which he had come to love. He looked down at a newspaper in his lap, no doubt already scoping out a new hunt.

“It’s not-” Dean stumbled on his answer. “I’m not weirded out by it. It’s just not a hobby I imagine someone like Y/N taking up.”

“You just described why you’re weirded out by it,” Sam looked at him with a blank stare.

He ignored him and rolled his eyes.

“What kind of people do you imagine the crocheting community to be full of?” I smiled, still looking down at my hands and knowing his answer already.

“Grandmas,” he replied almost immediately.

“Hmm,” I hummed as if surprised by his confession, even if it was wrong. “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll stop wasting my talents on things for you.”

I could see his eyes shoot up in the mirror and a look of regret ghost over his green orbs.

Dean liked to make a big deal about this particular hobby I had started up a little over six months ago. I think a part of him just liked to tease me about it, but deep down, I knew he was proud of my growth. He was just bad at voicing it.

The first things I ever crocheted were just simple squares in different stitch work to learn a variety of them better. Those squares became washcloths and, surprisingly, were still used daily in the kitchen.

I learned to make bags, socks, hats, sweaters, stuffed animals, and even a few blankets.

“Just 30 minutes ago, you took down five security guards, wrestled three teenage vampires, and booby-trapped half of his nest. Now you’re crocheting a sweater for Charlie that says, ‘What’s up bitches?’ in the backseat. Mind you, with blood still smeared on your face,” he raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror.

I looked up and leaned toward the front to get a better look at myself.

“Oh, shit, I thought I got it all,” I groaned, seeing a smear on the side of my face I must have missed.

“It doesn’t add up,” he shook his head, but I could see a joking smile on his lips.

“Much to your surprise Dean, girls can have more than one personality trait. I know you boys are all, ‘Ugh, monsters! Kill, kill, kill! I need a scotch in my hand and The God Father playing on loop in the background to show how manly I-’

“Hey,” Sam cut me off and looked at me with his sad puppy dog eyes. “I’m on your side.”

“You’re right… You also like to read and share fun facts,” I winked, touseling his hair and getting a scoff of a laugh as he swatted my hand away. “See how hurtful it can be when you forget our brains have the capacity to do more than one thing?” I turned back to Dean with my arms crossed on the bench seat in front of me.

“I don’t think you're incapable of having more than one interest in life; I just think it’s interesting that you chose a 90-year-old women's side gig as your hobby,” Dean countered, pulling into the garage.

“Well, if you can’t appreciate it, then you can’t have the gifts my hard work creates,” I huffed, gathering my things and sliding back to the door as Dean parked the car.

Once the car was in park, I was the first out. I wasn’t actually mad at him, I was a hundred percent messing with him, but he deserved it for teasing me this long about it when I knew he loved everything I had made him this far.

He had a favorite blanket that he preferred to sleep with now. He had a nice sweater he wore around the bunker when he was cold. He had a few pairs of socks he preferred over store-bought ones. He even had a miniature plush Batman figurine that sat on his desk that I had learned to crochet just for him.

“Y/N, you don’t mean that!” he called after me, standing in the door on the driver's side of the Impala and shouting over the roof of it where I was walking inside.

“We'll find out soon,” I yelled back, never turning around.

The next three days, I teased him like he had me about this whole ordeal, but in my own way.

When we were cooking in the kitchen or doing dishes, if he grabbed one of the squares that now acted as our kitchen hand towels, I would steal it from his hands and say, “Sorry, merchandise can only be used by those who value it.”

With which he would respond, “Wait! I need that!” with his hands drenched in water after washing his hands.

Just for extra measure, I took all the towels and moved them to a new place only Sam and I knew. He was happy to join in on my little prank, and every time he had one, he made sure Dean saw him with it.

“Where did you get that?” Dean would jump up from wherever he was and march over to him to try and steal it.

“Only the VIP customers have access to these,” Sam would wave it above his head out of reach of Dean.

Another time, after a hunt, it was freezing in our motel room, where the heater barely worked, and the hotel didn't have enough blankets. Luckily I had one packed in the trunk of Baby, and I used it for extra coverage.

Even though Dean and I shared a bed, I wrapped it around me as I slept and said, “Sucks that you hate this so much, or else I’d share with you…”

He stared at me with complete annoyance when I gave him an exaggerated “Oh well” face before stealing it all for myself.

I did, however, wake up to sharing it, but only because he had stolen it, and I was too tired to fight him about it.

I think one of my favorite times I rebuked him of his privileges was when he was wearing a pair of socks I had made him for Christmas around the house. I may have gotten a little more intense than I needed to, but the look on his face made it worth it.

He had come into the movie room to binge a few episodes of a new series I got him hooked on, and after he called me in to watch with him, I noticed the specific socks he had on.

I grinned once my brain had formulated a plan to make him regret ever giving me hell for a hobby he obviously loved himself.

“Claire said there was a show called Love Island we should watch. I have no clue what it’s about, but she said it was popular and what the kids are watching now,” Dean conversed as he grabbed the remote from the table and stood with a blanket (not one of mine, as I had relocated all of them so he couldn’t find them) around his shoulders.

He was in the perfect position for my plan.

I walked over and, instead of facing the TV, stood right in front of him and looked up at him.

“You know what we could do?” I whispered in a low and sultry voice, bringing my hand up to his chest and inching my fingers up to the collar of his t-shirt before pulling at it gently. His eyes instantly darkened, and he was frozen in his place.

“Wh-What, uh, what can we do?” he stammered out. Even after three years of dating, he still got nervous. I loved it.

“I think you know what,” I said, tiptoeing upward to quietly say in his ear, bringing my hand from his chest to the back of his neck, softly pulling him closer to me.

“I think I have an idea,” he replied more confidently, immediately bringing his free hand to my waist and squeezing it.

I could have faltered there, but I held strong. I was going to make him pay for all his little ‘grandma’ jokes he had sent my way the last few months.

I pulled back, sending him a smirk that I knew revved him up. He returned it with his own and started leaning down, forgetting his grip on the blanket and remote. Now both of his hands sat on my hips with a stronghold.

Before he could lean down any further, I pushed him backward harshly on the couch, and at first, he was shocked, then he was excited.

Slouched into the cushion, looking up at me, his tongue came out to lick his lips and ended with a bite to his lower lip as he eyed me up and down as I stood over him.

“Dear God, Y/N,” he hummed under his breath.

I guess it helped that I was wearing some of my shorter PJ shorts, ones he had told me were his favorites, and a shirt that was cropped and slightly falling off my shoulder.

He had a thing for me being in a disheveled manner like this. Reminded him of how I looked after we fucked around, and he held pride knowing he played a part in the kind of glow I gave off.

I wasn’t sure how long I could do this without failing myself on the original mission. I came here to fuck with him, and now he was the fucker. Or at least he was going to be if I didn’t follow through with my plan in the next minute.

“You know, you should be happy you were by the couch,” I smiled, stepping to him and strategically bringing my legs to straddle his hips teasingly.

His breath hitched at that, and I knew I had regained the upper hand.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he hummed as he admired my hands pressing into his chest as I leaned in, bringing myself closer to him.

“I was about to take you wherever I found you,” I whispered, looking him dead in the eyes with a soft smile. I looked him up and down and bit the inside of my cheek. That seemed to trigger his hands back to my hips instantly. This time a much more possessive lock on them.

“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I can’t complain,” he said lowly, and I knew he was hooked. Now it was time for revenge.

“Can I ask you a question?” I hummed, running my finger lightly over his hair down to his jaw, using the tip of it to push his chin up so I could see his eyes better.

“Please,” he buzzed, drunk with lust.

“Hmm,” I hummed, smiling more, dropping my gaze to his lips, then back at his eyes where he was drowning in dopamine by our current position. “Those socks you have on?” He didn’t catch on immediately and just furrowed his eyes as he processed what I asked. “They look familiar.”

I leaned back from my seat, still straddling his hips, but not with nearly as much pressure as before.

“What-” Dean started, but it dawned on him mid-thought. His eyes went from ready to tear my clothes off to annoyed realization. “Seriously.”

“What?” I feigned ignorance and stood up, repositioning myself between his legs, both hands on his knees as I looked at him and leaned over.

He couldn’t tell which way this was going for him, and that was the point. I was still winning this little game.

I eased myself lower, squatting with my knees going into the couch and in between his thighs. My hands went flat on his knees and slowly started working up his thighs.

“I can’t tell what you’re doing here, Y/N,” he said in a breathy voice. I watched as he tried to control himself, looking up away from me but not being able to help react to my hands on him.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said in a voice that made him lower his nervous wandering eyes back to me. The amount of green in his eyes disappeared slowly.

“You’re teasing me,” he said shortly as if he was worried his voice would tremble if he didn’t get it out quickly.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I shrugged with a pursed lip before bringing my hands slowly back down his legs.

“You’re mad at me,” he stuttered the last word when my hands worked their way back up, but further up than before.

“Now, why would you think that?” I tutted, shaking my head with an exaggerated look of hurt.

All he could do was take a slow, deep breath in as I tilted my head and smiled devilishly at him.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t play innocent.”

I grinned.

“You and I both know I’m far from that…” My tone was darker than before but in a seductive and tempting manner.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He shot up from his slouched position and leaned forward, grabbing my forearms in his hands and pulling me up in his lap with his nose mere inches from my own.

“If your goal was to make me suffer, you won,” he whispered so quietly; if I wasn't this close, I wouldn't have heard it. He tilted his head up just enough for our noses to brush before pulling back.

“Keep it together, girl… Keep it fucking together,” I repeated in my head.

“Did I? Or am I just getting started?” I snarked, and that caused the new grip on my thigh to tighten, and I almost groaned at the pressure.

“Don’t start a war you can’t win,” he smirked, feeling as though he possessed the power.

Two can play that game.

I smiled, bringing my free hand up and tracing it behind his ear before wrapping it slowly around the back of his neck. I brought his face closer to mine but stopped right when I could feel the brush of his lips.

Our chests were pressed into each other, and I could feel his heart rate pick up. Perfect.

I nudged our noses again and smiled as his eyes closed, and he naturally and lazily chased my lips.

I rocked my hips in a measured manner, placed perfectly in the middle of his lap, and he sucked in a breath at the friction.

“Women don’t start wars. They finish them,” I whispered before promptly standing up and, in a swift motion, yanking the socks he had on off and walking to the exit.

“Y/N!” I could hear his shout from the couch from where I knew he was with a full hard-on, unable to move just yet.

“This granny is going to bed!” I shouted, speed-walking to my room in case he decided to run after me.

“You little-!” the shout still seemed far behind me, and I quickly shut my bedroom door and locked it.

Thankfully, I think I left him incapacitated for a second, and he didn’t follow me immediately.

I actually didn’t hear from him for the rest of the night. I hoped I didn’t upset him, but also, the whole reason I had done what I had was because he had become a little ass about my favorite hobby. I don’t mind the jokes, but after a while, you want a pat on the back for learning something new. Especially from someone you care about.

I went ahead and did my normal nighttime routine and got into bed before I started to read a book. I must have dozed off while reading because I woke up to the lights out, my book on the end table, and Dean crawling into the other side of the bed.

Before I could say anything, his arms came around my waist, and he pulled me to his core. He was in his boxers and one of his soft t-shirts I made him wear to bed.

For the record, I was perfectly fine with him in no shirt (or pants, for that matter), but when he did wear a shirt, I made him put on a certain kind cause his band and certain graphic tee ones were itchy on me when we cuddled.

He took a deep sigh and nuzzled his face into the crevice between my neck and shoulder, one of his favorite places.

“Why’d you lock your door?” he asked, already knowing I had woken up.

He had definitely picked the lock.

“I thought you were going to hunt me down, and I forgot to unlock it,” I replied sleepily.

There was silence for a minute, and eventually, he spoke up, whispering in my ear his apology.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I sighed with a winning grin he couldn't see, knowing why but playing coy anyway.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you how much I appreciate your brain,” he answered.

That was not what I expected, but I was intrigued.

“Hmmm,” I smiled, moving my hands to his that were wrapped around my ribs and nuzzling my backside closer to him. “Don’t stop now; you’re on a roll.”

He laughed and invited my attempt to fit into him like a puzzle piece.

“You’re ambitious with everything you want to learn to do, and I don’t tell you enough how much of a turn-on that is,” he hummed, rubbing his head into mine and peppering a kiss on my neck here and there. “And I know you know how much I love the skills you gain, but sometimes I’m bad about just saying how impressive you are to me.”

“You like my crocheting skills, Winchester,” I chuckled, turning my body to face him now and throwing one of my legs over his hips, pulling back in some. “Just say it.”

“I love your crocheting skills,” he replied with a wide grin and brought a hand up to move the stray hairs that fell on my face. “I love your baking and cooking. I love your impressive TV show-binging skills. I love the random facts you have stored in that beautiful brain of yours. I love your surprisingly nerdy side of Marvel and superheroes. I love your attempt at being a gardener.”

“Hey, I have three plants that are thriving right now!” I argued, poking a finger in his chest, which he grabbed and kissed the tip of.

“I love everything you’re passionate about,” he finished off. “I don’t tell you enough, and sometimes I like to see that face you give me when I tease you.” I gave him a look. “Maybe more than sometimes… But! I do love all those things and more about you, Y/N.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I replied, scooting in closer. “But it is nice to hear it from those captivating lips of yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We started smiling at each other, and I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about earlier.

“I’m sorry I teased you,” I sighed, moving to where I was embedded in his chest, and he wrapped himself back around me.

“Don’t be. I deserved it,” he replied, chin on my head before he bent down and kissed the top of it. “I will say, though, I’ve never been mad about seeing that side of you.”

“What side?” I looked up at him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing,” he chuckled, pulling my head back to him.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed after a minute. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“You’re my favorite person. You know that, right?”

“Feelings are very much mutual,” he answered, caressing a hand up and down my back.

“Good. I’d have to kill you with one of my knitting needles if you said otherwise. Who said needleworking wasn’t dangerous, right?”

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artist-issues · 9 months

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Screentime For the Prince

You know how in the original Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, each character's true nature is revealed by what they choose to treasure?

You know, Grumpy treasures safety because his true nature is vulnerable, the Queen treasures beauty because her true nature is ugly, and Snow White is the only one who's treasure is as true as her nature: pure love?

And how the Prince only gets around 5 minutes of screentime, and in those 5 minutes, proves that he A) treasures Snow White's true nature of pure love and B) keeps his promises?

Well, I was thinking. In the new Live Action, they're basically writing in a different male character in place of the Prince and not focusing on any kind of love story. So it's not actually "Snow White." But what would a good, faithful, beautiful adaptation of Snow White look like? (You know, one that actually does adaptations correctly--like Cinderella 2015?)

What should they be doing with the Prince?

I have a general idea below.

I mean, they can't introduce him in the same way they did in the classic animation. Obviously modern people aren't used to so much nuance in their big-screen fairy tales anymore; 5 minutes of screentime isn't enough, we prefer Mr. Darcy & Lizzie Bennet-levels of couple-building interactions, at least. And that's okay.

But it means we have to fill in a lot of the blanks about where this Prince comes from and why he values Snow White's "pure love nature" so strongly.

So I figure, in my head, it might look something like:

The Prince (let's call him Walther, German for "Walt," since basically everybody who worked on the original movie agrees that it was Walt's big brain child, and the popularized "Ferdinand" is not only fan-made but makes me think of a kindhearted bull) is the heir to a neighboring kingdom's throne.

Prince Walther isn't King yet, not because his parents are still King and Queen (they're dead,) but because tradition states he can only take the throne once he's come of age. Prince Walther's like 17, turning 18. So instead, his kingdom is essentially run by this council of busybodies, with one Regent holding the throne until he's old enough to take it. Something like that.

(the picture is of Dean Stockwell who's the son of the original voice actor for the Prince, I think someone who looks like him ought to be cast.) Prince Walther experienced pure love from his parents, who treated him like a normal boy and didn't place much emphasis on courtly manners or politics when raising him. But then they died tragically, leaving their honest and innocent son to be raised by a bunch of old people who put way TOO much emphasis on those things.

Because everyone in Prince Walther's court has had to handle being next-door neighbors to the Wicked Queen's country. They're all super political, and afraid of appearing weak, and therefore, very insincere. That's what I'm saying.

Everyone he interacts with on a daily basis never comes out and says what they really want. Nobody is genuine. He lives a life of hearing words like, "good morning Your Majesty, I hope you slept well. The Grand Duke could certainly stand to sleep better; the poor fellow looked run down at breakfast." but learning that what they actually mean is, "The Duke is getting old and ineffective and when your birthday passes you should decree that he give his land and resources away to me."

And he misses the genuine love the court used to feel from his parents' kind, simple way of ruling. No political games, no complex feuds. Plus, he misses the personal love they shared as a family, genuine, uncomplicated. He missed the days when people just say what they really want, unafraid, so that their rulers can take care of their needs.

Then there's the problem of why Prince Walther's in the Wicked Queen's realm in the original movie--that's not his territory, if he has his own kingdom.

So I think it would be neat and interesting if the Queen wants Walther's land. Maybe she invited his parents, way back when, to a kind of audience to negotiate an alliance. Then she got jealous of his mother's beauty, maybe even tried to seduce Prince Walther's father, and assassinated them both when he rebuffed her. Oo, maybe even the Huntsman (her FAITHFUL Huntsman) helped her do it all those years ago.

But she didn't realize they had a young son, so she couldn't just raise her hand and say, "Hey Neighboring Kingdom, it's too bad your monarchs both mysteriously died--don't worry, I'll be your new leader" because Prince Walther's council suspected foul play (they always do, they're suspicious people) and were preemptively like "NO NO WE HAVE A PRINCE, WE HAVE A PRINCE! We're fine, we don't need help, everything's fine."

So she sort of had to stew on that. Maybe she even tried a couple more halfhearted attempts to get their throne, and they just never worked out--then eventually her attention was occupied by how much older her stepdaughter was getting, and how much prettier.

Anyway, Prince Walther asks for an audience with the Wicked Queen; he's about to become King, and he knows that the council fears their neighbor, and he sort of wants to go over and size the next-door ruler up for himself. So he rides over with a little delegation of the members of the Court he can actually tolerate the best, and is visiting.

It's not fun. They're only there for a day, but the Wicked Queen is definitely scary. For one thing, she's unnaturally beautiful and everyone he brought with him is either stupefied in her presence or terrified. He himself is very confused by her; he's an open-hearted guy, with a touch of naïveté even though he was raised with good intuition and doesn't trust the Queen. All audiences with her are full of all the formal, double-and-triple meaning conversations that he hates back home; except worse, because she makes everything seem more sinister.

So after a particularly weird conversation with the Queen where he can't decide if she was flirting with him or threatening his kingdom, he goes for a ride around the courtyard to clear his head. And what should he hear, like a breath of the freshest air since his parents died?

A pure, beautiful voice. A young girl singing--and not just singing about anything, but singing about what she really wants. Genuinely. Her heart's fondest desire--and it's not power, or land, or even freedom. Just love. She's singing loudly, like she doesn't care who might hear such a vulnerable longing.

And he climbs over the wall and sees this scullery maid. She's absolutely beautiful, even though she's dressed all in rags, and he loves the picture of her: sharing her heart with doves, who feel completely safe with her, and not having to worry about what anyone thinks of her.

He sort of eavesdrops on her for a little bit, and in this part of the movie, maybe we learn how impulsive he is. He just jumps over and tries to join in. Maybe it's even a little funny. And we can stretch out the feelings behind the part where Snow White runs from him--that feeling of her being unsure of a stranger, not because she worries about what he thinks, but because it's so surprising that anyone is taking notice of her so abruptly at all. And she doesn't know him.

Maybe he asks to extend his stay at the Queen's palace and keep negotiating or whatever, but he really just wants to get to know the scullery maid better.

Then the romance is sort of still fast, but built in a way that the audience can sink their teeth into. The Prince and Snow White have a few more mutually-agreed-upon meetings, not necessarily hiding them, but just in breaks between courtly audiences with the wicked Queen. They're both enamored with each other: she's never been treated so kindly by anyone and his whole faith in pure, innocent love and uncomplicated, genuine people is being restored just by talking to her. They bond chiefly over missing their parents.

Eventually he learns that she is the Queen's daughter--maybe from the Huntsman, maybe from Snow herself in an innocent way. He's stunned that she's treated so poorly, but the second he learns it, he confesses that he loves her and he wants to take her away from there. Plus, this solves the whole "will my kingdom go to war with the Wicked Queen or be allies even though we can't trust her" diplomacy thing--Snow White is her heir, so it would be a beautiful twist of Providence that the girl he has fallen in love with can also be the alliance of peace for the kingdoms through marriage.

Snow White accepts his proposal, but she's afraid for a moment that her stepmother won't allow it. The Prince urges her not to be afraid: he'll take her to his castle and they'll be happy no matter what: he promises it, he gives her his word, he encourages her not to worry because he won't let anything stop him. It's lovely. She finally has someone she can gift her superpower of pure love to, and someone who can treasure her like she deserves.

Problem is, the Queen overhears this last conversation, right after learning that Snow White is the new "Fairest of All" from her mirror, just like in the original film.

So while the Prince is convincing his council that he's proposed to Snow White, the Queen's largely-unknown secret stepdaughter, and is going to reveal the fact to the Queen tomorrow, the Huntsman and the Queen herself are plotting the assassination attempt that eventually leads to Snow running for her life and living with the Dwarfs before she ever gets the chance to see her betrothed again.

Then the movie unfolds largely the same way it did, but with more dialogue and nuance strengthening the original's main themes: Snow White is pure love in nature, and that's everything the Prince has been missing, and he fulfills his promise which she has total faith in. And along the way, the Dwarfs learn to care more about protecting an innocent girl than they care about protecting themselves, and treasuring a person over jewels. Grumpy in particular. And the Queen dies because she's a jealous witch who's self-love has twisted her into something ugly.

Basically, what I'm saying is, there's a way to make the Prince compelling for audiences who are now used to more fleshed-out interactions in movie couples. Just give him a background that is longing for pure, uncomplicated, innocent love. Then when he runs into Snow White, who's never been treasured and valued since her parents died, they give each other everything they've been longing for--and then they have faith in one another when circumstances, both funny and sinister, force them apart.

It's like the Notebook (just in story structure)--you build up romance in the first act through a few poignant scenes, but then the rest of the movie is about waiting for that romance to be fulfilled.

Anyway. I guess I could've said all this more succinctly, but I was kind of making it up as I went. 🤷‍♀️

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v3nusxsky · 3 months

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i’m not 100% sure your requests are open or if you’ve done this before but i’ve read some of your leonora lesso fics and i’m in love

i’m was wondering whether you could maybe right a little!lesso x caregiver!reader. they’re both teachers, maybe r is an ever

but tbh maybe just some hurt comfort <3

The Little Lion

*Authors note~ ahh little Leo and Agere is my life, may be horrid I am currently in a lecture for behaviour with a massive headache but I’m determined to catch up on writing fics*

Trigger warnings~ Agere little Leonora, cg y/n first time regression star struck Leonora

Prompt~see ask^^^

Being the Dean Of Evil wasn’t ever Leonora’s plans but it’s where she ended up and appeared to be amazing at her job. But was she evil? Or maybe just hurt deep down? The world would never know the pain she’d been through and just how she dealt with her pain. While she held her scary exterior inside lay a soft gooey core that is ever so fragile and to be protected at all costs.

Being evil for so long tends to drain the red head, and with her Never students acting up more, it was worse than ever before. No one knew of the tentative relationship you and Lesso had began, but the tension between you both was simply too hard to ignore and one night with a lot of alcohol had confession’s of truth spilling from you both. Agreeing to try this out but of course no one could know, not until you both knew it would work of course.

That was a couple of months ago and things had been going rather well. You being an Ever made things slightly harder but both of you worked to find ways to meet in secrecy and have subtle changes in your daily life’s when it came to communication. That’s why it wasn’t uncommon for you to sneak into the Deans room after hours. There would be no students to catch you and should a member of staff see you, then you had a well rehearsed reason to be there.

Entering her room tonight felt different but you couldn’t put you finger on the reason why. With a quick scan of the room you could see nothing was out of its place however, Leonora was no where to be found which is odd. Normally she’s waiting with a signature look that’s just for you as her eyes room your body just drinking in your beauty.

“Nora?” You murmured in a hope she would appear but all that greeted you was silence. Moving forward into her chamber you made your way to her sleeping area. “Nora, darling?” You mumbled before knocking and pushing the heavy oak door open, never in a million years would you have expected the sight in front of you.

In the bed, Leonora was dressed in fussy orange socks with a lion onesie, colouring some pages that looked to be animal prints. Clearly she was in her own little world and you almost felt bad for intruding. Almost. The way she was currently looking at you jade you feel you were more needed than ever before. Being an ever you knew exactly what was going on here.

“Hi darling, watcha got there?” You whispered to her before settling on the edge of her bed. But Leonora said nothing just staring at you with her mouth agape like she’d seen a unicorn or something equally as magical. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her star struck expression, “close your mouth darling, you’ll be catching flys in a minute.”

“Princess” the red head stated still absolutely entranced by you. “You think I’m a princess darling?” You happily fed into her statement hoping to gain her trust. “Pretty” was slurred around the woman’s thumb that had made its way between her lips. It was so obvious what was happening here. With a gasp you responded, “well thank you little darling. I think you’re pretty too.”

Silence fell over the room again, you didn’t mind of course, clearly Leonora needed this and now wasn’t the time to talk about what this was, so you settled for giving her whatever she needed from you in this moment. “Raw!” Lesso growled as she continued to scribble in a pen that could honestly rival the woman’s hair colour. “Such a cute little lion” you murmured to her causing her to smile, not smirk but smile at you and blush. Leonora Lesso doesn’t blush… but your little lion here seemed to be the opposite.

It wasn’t long before Leonora had shoved a pen at you and instructed that you colour in certain areas, “ands no out of lines!” She firmly reprimanded after you went ever so slightly went over the lines. “I’m so sorry little cub” you feigned a pout.

“Im not use to sharing I sorry, I fix it then pretty princess happy and loves Leo lion!” A childish slur causing words to blur together and just sounding adorable. “Thank you little cub, I still love you little lion, how could I not with this cute mane on your head hmm?” You whispered before ruffling the fake mane on the hood of the lion onesie.

It wasn’t long after that small interaction you could see her little balled up fists rubbing at her eyes, a clear indication that it was in fact past midnight. “Little lion, aren’t you getting sleepy yet?” You attempted not knowing how to bring this up with her. But luckily she nodded and crawled straight into your lap, her head nestled into your neck and a hand resting above your heart. It was clear you weren’t going anywhere tonight but opted to soothe Leonora to sleep so you could move the woman without disturbing her. Although the little version of Lesso was okay with you acting like a caregiver that didn’t mean Leonora was too. Your hand gently rubbed soothing circles on her back as you swayed your legs ever so slightly in hopes to comfort her. Just when you thought she’d drifted off you caught her sleepy mumble off, “thank you for looking after me princess.”

Word count ~ 1023

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Monthly Fanfictions Recommandation: October'23

Here are my best discoveries from the last weeks:

🍬 The Authors

@astonishment : First thing first, I love this Author so much. Mal is so sweet and always there to answer to Anon and followers. If you have any question or thought, don't hesitate to tell. About the stories, you will love them. Even if all stories aren't my thing (I love your writing sweetie but Time Turner is really not my thing), You're Losing Me is a masterpiece, like really. I can't stop reading it and your style is just so sweet and fluid. It's always a pleasure to read from you. Keep on the hard work, and really don't hesitate to check this amazing Human Being.

@astrophileous : You're looking for a great and unique Criminal Minds writer? I think you would enjoy Zara. She's so sweet and adorable. And her story Love Bugs is so sweet. It's pretty rare to find good Derek Morgan stories, and even more series. Gosh I love you and your writing style so much. And you're always so quick to reply and tag your fans.

@secretswiftymarvelfan : Okay, so I discovered I'm just so weak for Chris Evans and his characters (as I'm writing this I'm watching "Knives Out", again). And with this blog and author, my thirst is satisfied. I haven't read all your works, there're so much of them (bless you). Your style is pure and it's always a pleasure to read anything from you. You write with your heart and thank you for sharing it with us!

@once-upon-an-imagine : Ooookay, here we are. As we do say in French, c'est mon petit bonbon! My new comfort blog and author. I love them. I could spend hours to read Harry Potter stories, I won't be able to share all my favourite because I loved every single one I read. It's just perfect, one shots like series. I wish I could have more breaks to read more from them. If you love Harry Potter, Marauders Era like Golden Era, you won't be disappointed I promise you! Thank you for sharing you stories with us, it's always a pleasure!

@pagesoflauren : Lauren is a wonderful author. Hear me out, her writing is flawless and her ideas are really original. I could spend hours on this blog too. Another wonderful temple of Chris Evans characters. I won't say a lot, just go and check her amazing works and tell her how brillant she is. Like really.

@supernatural-jackles : My Supernatural daily dose~ My lastest Supernatural discovery and I wasn't disappointed. Much more stories for Dean but the Sam ones were cute too. I melt with "Fake Yours". My God. It was perfect. Like really. And mostly, if you just want a little Dean one shot, just go check Jen's masterlist, you will have a good time.

🍭 The Stories

* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please

You’re Losing Me 🦋 || @astonishment (J𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 P𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, R𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 L𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗑 R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, Hanahaki AU, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?)

Why Didn’t We Work Out? || @/astonishment (James Potter x Reader, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘠/𝘕 𝘠/𝘓/𝘕, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴…)

At Arms Length 🦋 || @/astonishment (Remus Lupin x Reader, 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇, ��𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁.)

Love Bugs * 🦋 || @astrophileous (Derek Morgan x Reader, You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?)

Best Friend’s Brother * 🦋 || @secretswiftymarvelfan (Chris Evans x Reader, You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well, especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again. What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?)

evermore 🦋 || @/secretswiftymarvelfan (Steve Rogers x Reader, Stuck in a marriage that seems to have dried what happens when you meet a down to earth painter at a party. Will you allow yourself to fall in love even though your heart is promised to another?)

Memory Served * 🦋 || @/secretswiftymarvelfan (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened) (Val's note: beware the TW for this one, really well written but ask Niamh if you have any question)

Dear Prudence || @once-upon-an-imagine (Remus Lupin x Potter!Reader, You have always lived in your brother’s shadow. You have never really minded but Remus does. So he always does whatever he can to show you that to him, you will always be number one.)

Some Kind Of Wonderful || @/once-upon-an-imagine (James Potter x Reader, You and James have been friends since you were born. Over the years, the friendship grew to love on your side. However, you know that he only has his eyes and heart set on someone else; Lily Evans.)

What Was I Made For? || @/once-upon-an-imagine (James Potter x Black!Reader, Growing up in your home as a Hufflepuff was even worse than when your older brother was placed in Gryffindor, making your parents not even acknowledge your existence anymore. Or your birthday. So, when James promised to change that, you try to not get your hopes up because you knew he would also forget it. And he does)

Hanging By A Moment 🦋 || @/once-upon-an-imagine (Charlie Weasley x Reader, Your best friend Percy convinces you to go home with him for the holidays and asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend since he’s not out to his family. You accept, wanting to help your friend and thinking it shouldn’t be hard, right? That is until you meet his very much attractive, older brother, Charlie)

Thank You For Loving Me || @/once-upon-an-imagine (Spencer Reid, There were three little words that you and Spencer had yet to say. For five months, the two of you still hadn’t found the right moment to say it. And now, Spencer fears it might be too late)

Ride & Prejudice * 🦋 || @pagesoflauren (Steve Rogers x Reader Cowboy AU, A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job)

The Highest Bidder * 🦋 || @/pagesoflauren (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale)

Fake Yours * 🦋 || @supernatural-jackles (Dean Winchester x Reader AU, Your brother is getting married to one of your best friends, and you’re the maid of honour. Your horrible mother is on your case about showing up with a date, as you ex, the best man, has moved on. Your only option is to beg the stranger who took you home, to pretend to be your boyfriend until the wedding is over. How much pretending did you really have to do to convince them all it was real?)

Wrong Number * 🦋 || @/supernatural-jackles (Dean Winchester x Reader, Taking a break from studying, your best friend Jess and her boyfriend Sam give you the number the bartender left for you. You decide to take a chance and give them a call, not expecting who’s number it is)

She’s Quiet and I Love It || @/supernatural-jackles (Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam falls for the quiet reader, she helps patch him up and she finally speaks)

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meganlpie · 2 years

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Words

Based on this request: Hi Meg! 💚 Can i please ask for a Cas imagine? Soulmate one where anything you write on your skin appears on your soulmates. He doesn’t get why words are appearing on him and Sam and Dean go on a mission to find the girl. She thinks she doesn’t have a soulmate as nothing appears on her?

Here you go, lovelies! I do not own ANY SPN characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show!

Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst-ish. Based on season 4 Castiel.

Pairings: Castiel x fem!reader

Cas' brow furrowed in confusion. "Dean, why have these words suddenly appeared on my arm?" Dean glanced over and saw the words on Cas' skin. "Seriously? You don't know? I thought angels would know about soulmates." Cas' eyes widened. Of course he knew about soulmates. But angels didn't have them. As far as he knew, they were exclusive to humans.

"But these words do not make sense," he commented, causing Sam to look at the exposed skin. "Looks like…orders? Your soulmate might be a waiter or something." Dean arched a brow. "A waiter who writes orders on their arms and hands?" Sam shrugged. "It's possible they lost their pad." Cas merely stared at his arm. "Should I…should I return correspondence?" Sam and Dean shrugged, not knowing that the writer of those words was in the very town they were hunting in.

YOUR POV

You let out a soft sigh as you kicked your door closed behind you. Another long day and you were ready to get off your feet. You were seriously considering finding a new job. Waitressing was absolutely not for you, especially since the new manager had yet to learn the ropes, including ordering new order pads. You only hoped your soulmate wouldn't be too irritated with the constant stream of words on their arms. Not that you would know either way.

From the moment you learned to write, you had begun writing little notes to your soulmate. It started with simple, one-word messages, and eventually developed into full paragraphs. But no matter how much or little you wrote, no matter how often, you never received a reply. Not a single one. After a while you just gave up hope of ever meeting your soulmate.

You went about your daily life and as you lived your life, thoughts of your soulmate began drifting to the back of your mind. You decided to stop searching and writing to someone who wasn't going to write back. Your hand and arm instead became a place for notes and orders. You never expected that those orders would be the reason you ended up meeting your soulmate after all.

You were awakened by your phone ringing next to your head. With a groan, you rolled over to grab the offending device. You wanted to scream when you saw your manager's name flash across the screen. When you answered you weren't at all surprised to hear them asking you to come in as another waiter had called in sick. If you hadn't needed the money, you would have laughed right then and there, but instead, you got up and made your way into work.

The diner was busy when you arrived. Not unusual for a Sunday morning. There was a bar a few doors down and a lot of people liked to come in to nurse their Saturday night hangovers. Your mind instantly shifted into work mode, only to gaze at your coworkers curiously when you caught them all staring at one table. "Uh…hello?"

"Y/N, you lucky b-" Another waitress covered your friend's mouth. Your elderly Sunday regulars often complained about her language. "What are you talking about?" you questioned and they all nodded in the same direction. "Your first table!"

You let your eyes follow their gazes and had to fight to keep your jaw from dropping. Three absolutely gorgeous men were sitting at the table. You quickly looked away as you wanted to be respectful. "That's my first table?" you asked in disbelief. That earned you a nod and playfully jealous glares. "Okay, stop ogling them. You don't like it when customers ogle you so stop," you chastised before turning to your manager and asking about order pads. Of course, there were none.

With pen in hand, you approached the table and smiled. "Hi, I'm Y/N. What can I get ya?" As soon as the first of them gave you his order, you began writing on your hand. "You always write on your hand?" You shook your head and smiled playfully. "Haven't you heard? It’s the new in thing. Saves paper and whatnot." He laughed, but one of the others cleared his throat.

"Uh, Dean?" The green-eyed man who'd been speaking to you glanced over at his companions. The tallest of the three grabbed the third man's hand to show Dean. "Sh-Should I give you guys a minute?" Dean looked up at you. "No, Sweetheart. But you should look at my friend's hand." Your heart began to beat faster. Was this it?

You glanced down at the third man's hand and nearly dropped your pen to the floor. Your gaze shot up to meet the startling blue eyes of your soulmate. "I-I'll be right back," you managed to squeak out before turning on your heel to move back behind the counter.

When soulmates began cropping up, new labor laws were put in place allowing employees to leave work for a few days after meeting their soulmates as long as they could prove the bond. So you practically ran to your manager, grabbed their hand, and pulled them over to the table. After a couple moments, your manager took your apron with a smile and Dean and the tall guy left the booth so you could sit with your soulmate.

"What's your name?" you asked, trying desperately not to seem too eager. "I am Castiel." You smiled a little. "It's unique…Why? I mean, why didn't you ever respond?" you asked softly as you gestured to the writing on your hand. "I-I," he started. His blue eyes frantically searched for his friends, confusing you. "Hey, again," the tall one greeted from beside the table, "I think you guys should come with us. There's a few things you should know, Y/N." To say you were confused would be an understatement, but you'd always been a curious person and this was your soulmate and his friends. They wouldn't hurt you. You knew that. So you nodded and followed the three men outside. Once there, the three men began to explain everything.

*short time skip*

You stared at the three like they were insane. "Wait. So you're telling me that everything we've ever been afraid of, all the things that go bump in the night are real? And the two of you," you stated, pointing at Dean and, as you now knew, Sam, "Are hunters?" They nodded and you turned your eyes on Castiel.

"And you? You're an angel? Like, an honest to goodness angel?" He also confirmed and you nearly swayed on your feet. "O-Okay." Castiel looked completely lost as to what to do, adding to the validity of his claim. Sam helped you sit down and attempted to keep you calm while Dean whispered something to Castiel who was currently glaring at Sam sitting so closely to his soulmate.

Meanwhile, your mind was racing. Your soulmate was an angel. A FREAKING ANGEL! What were you supposed to do with that?! How would that even work?! You wanted to scream and cry at the same time. It didn't seem fair. Your soulmate was so far out of your reach it wasn't funny. Had there been some sort of mistake? So many questions without answers and it was weighing on you already. Would you ever be able to manage this?

(a/n: I hope you like it!!)

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tommyspeakycap · 2 years

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all for you

success brings john something, but it never brings him happiness. only you could do that.

just a little short one to get back into writing :) inspired by this song by cian ducrot

i roll over, but it’s empty…you used to lay here beside me

Once the cheers of his teammates have died down, when the buzzing in his ears created by the booming stadium finally began dulling, John is haunted by the deafening silence of his home for yet another lonely night.

It’s on days like this that once again John is reminded of the noise he used to come home to. You were always there, bounding through the large house the second you heard him enter the foyer. Your sock covered feet would propel you into him, giggling and congratulating before making some kind of squeezing sound with how tight you would hug him. The dog would yip in delight at the joy of his human parents happiness and his collar would jingle as he bounded around you both.

On the days where those post match greetings were not so happy, the clinking of the dogs collar were still ever present and your soft soothing voice was always there to greet him and tell him how brilliantly he did anyway, and that they would get back at it the very next day.

The house is so fearfully quiet now. No black and white collie collar metal tingling together, nor his paws clicking through the house. No giggling greeting and certainly no you.

He used to blame you for leaving. John couldn’t understand why you would leave him. He had given you everything. This beautiful big house with rooms and a garden fit to home a happy family, birthdays, Christmas’ valentines and anniversaries adorned with gifts and jewellery. There were holidays and dinners, away day travelling in a private jet and only the nicest clothes. How could have given you all of that and you just up and leave him?

He resented you for it.

It took him far too long to realise that all of those things did not matter. Not one of them mattered to you. Any day of the week you would’ve taken a walk with Dean in the park next to John where he could be himself, holding your hands and telling jokes to make you laugh with all his funny stories while the wild dog runs laps around the park over a multi hundred dollar meal in the deafening silence of small talk and absolutely no emotion from your boyfriend.

“How could you name a dog Dean?” He asked once, laughing out his words as he scratched behind the young dog’s ears while Dean licked at his face. “It’s a good name John!” You had protested with a playful pout, “He suits it doesn’t he? Handsome name for a very handsome dog I say, eh Dean?” You coo as he launches himself over to you. “Dean and John, it suits well. I always did love supernatural.” You had giggled afterwards, making John roll his eyes. Dean was always your dog, nearly a year old when you and John moved in together - so it was a no brainer who the dog would go with when you broke up. That didn’t hurt John any less, he’d lived with you two nearly three years and by extension lived with the playful, energetic furry friend too. He couldn’t understand how you could do this to him. Leave, throw everything away and take the dog.

i swallow my pride now ‘cause it’s all on me

John was angry. He was angry for months, furious even. So enraged that he pulled all of the pictures from the walls, the dressers and the frames into a bottom drawer in the wall in closet off the master bedroom he now slept in alone. It took him a while to calm down, to let his heart fall into the hurt phase of relationship grieving. It was in this phase that he began to bring out the pictures again, mostly so he could sort through them enough to even begin to know what to do with them. The empty wall tacs once hidden behind happy beaming pictures were haunting him daily.

So out came the pictures and it hit him like a freight train.

When did he stop loving on you the way he should, and how could he have been so blatantly blind to it?

And all he could think was no wonder you left.

#john stones x reader #john stones imagine #john stones imagines #john stones oneshot #football fics #footballer fics #footie fics #football imagines #footballer imagines #john stones

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skiiyoomin · 11 months

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RULES!!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

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What I think the Crows listen to

Kaz Brekker

Have you seen the way this man dresses? He dresses like a merchant and acts like one. He's definitely a very classy guy, hence the reason why I firmly believe he's the type of person that listens to jazz and soul music.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE

Listens to Frank Sinatra, Michael Bublé, Dean Martin

I've seen so many people classify him as the type to listen to hard core rock like Green Day, and although I understand why, I genuinely feel like Kaz is the type of person who enjoys the sound of the saxophone, the old school type of songs that your mom listened to when she was in high school.

I will forever stand by my point

Honorable mention: ABBA (He will never admit how much he enjoys their music)

INEJ GHAFA

To me she's a mix of 80s type of music and Taylor Swift. Like there's literally no in between.

I think Taylors more recent songs make her feel empowered in a way after everything she went through in the Menagerie.

Definitely enjoys her older songs though! I feel like she enjoys a lot of acoustic music and often shares it with Wylan.

As for the 80s taste, like you can't just tell me she doesn't listen to ABBA on a daily.

Honorable mention: Queen, just because.

NINA ZENIK

I think this one is pretty obvious

Pop queen all the way!!

Listens to the trendiest artists like Ariana Grande and Nikki Minaj.

Is always onto the next trendy song, never missing out on any.

She just lives for the poppy type of music that had you dancing on the spot no matter what!

She has definitely rubbed it a little bit onto Matthias

Screams the lyrics to Doja Cat songs with Jesper. PERIOD.

Honorable mention: One Direction, because I believe in my heart she has always been a Directioner and she bawled her eyes out when they disbanded.

MATTHIAS HELVAR

Either hard rock music or classical music. There is literally no in between.

Very emo, you can't convince me otherwise

Huge fan of artists like Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Green Day. THOSE type of artists

I'm a firm believer that he went through an emo phase in his life where the only music he listened to was My Chemical Romance and Panic! At the Disco.

Still cries to this day because of MCRs disbandment. Nina definitely teases him for it.

Honorable mention: Lady Gaga, because like I said before, Nina in some way has definitely influenced his taste. Lady Gaga is the bomb tho, I don't blame him.

JESPER FAHEY

Not gonna lie, I had a hard time figuring him out.

I think out of everyone, he has the most varied taste in music. Will listen to literally anything based simply on his mood.

Like Nina, he listens to pop the most. But I think he leans more towards older type of pop songs.

The type of songs you heard in your childhood that bring back core memories.

LOTS of club type of music like Usher, Pitbull, Britney Spears. Definitely a fun person to go clubbing with.

Honorable mention: The Neighbourhood. I am emotionally attached to The Neighbourhood, and I am emotionally attached to Jesper. I just HAD to put this in here.

WYLAN VAN ECK

Ok so the obvious answer would be soft type of music. Lots of acoustic type of songs.

LOVES artists like JVKE and Harry Styles.

BUT

he has another side that a lot of people forget to mention (aka book Wylan)

His guilty pleasures are the sluttiest type of songs. I'm talking The Weeknd, Chase Atlantic.

So many people picture him as a soft boy type of aesthetic and although it's somewhat true, so many people forget the "We could wake them up" Wylan.

Honorable mention: Arctic Monkeys, just like im emotionally attached to The Neighborhood, im just as attached to Arctic Monkeys and I know for a fact Wylan enjoys that type of music.

I said what I said.

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Punishment

Please note that this is just writing, a story that I had thought of and fantasized for many nights. There may be typos in it, and I hope you enjoy as much as I when I think about doing this or happening. And like normal don’t be a douche and steal it. Crossing her arms over her chest, she knew she was going to be in major trouble. She had deliberately disobeyed His orders. He had a set of rules for her, daily rules that she was supposed to follow, rules that made her healthy and her mind sharp but today she just didn’t care. She had stomped her feet, rolled her eyes and decided to say fuck it. She wasn’t going to drink her water nor eat her healthy food, instead she snuck in her junk food, ate her Doritos and drank her Dr. Peppers all while watching Supernatural. She felt like having a lazy binge day. Even though those days were supposed to be on Sundays, with Him. That was their lazy day, no work, no chores, no bills, just a sofa, junk food and TV. But she had awoken in a mood that day; bitchy, grumpy and bratty. She had wanted to have Sunday today, which was Wednesday. She waited until He was at work, and the moment she had heard the tires leave the gravel road of their home, she flew into action. She gathered her supplies, junk food and remote and plopped down on the giant sofa and began watching. But little did she know, that He watched her, of course. Video cameras that lined around their home to keep her protected while He was away, also watched as she shirked her daily chores for their home. Because of those cameras, she was now in this position. He had come home early, surprising her with the sound of tires crunching on gravel suddenly as Dean killed an angel om the TV. Chips crunched as she stood abruptly, her eyes cast around quickly as she thought about hiding all her fun, but He was too quick, in what seemed like seconds He was in the house and a look of anger crossed His face, but she didn’t miss the curve of his lips as he tried to hide His smile. “Clean it up now.” He demanded, which she did, with an angry flourish. She snatched her bag of chips and stomped all the way to the kitchen to put everything back. Why did He have to ruin her cheat day? She would have gotten everything done before He got home at His normal time! Stomping her way back she stopped and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him, then down quickly. His shirt sleeves had been rolled to his elbows and he stood, mimicking her pose. She could tell his jaw was locked as he pointed two fingers to the ground, indicating that she needs to be on her knees. Sinking to her knees, her legs automatically spread, her palms lay up on her knees and she cast her eyes down. In this position, she couldn’t see what He was doing, but she could hear Him. His now bare feet left the living room, she could hear the squeak of the hardwood floor as he moved about. She glanced up quickly to see Him move from one room and then another. The house was now eerily silent, with the television off, the only sound was of Him moving about like some wild thing, some predator hunting his little mouse. “I needed an excuse to watch you do this, now instead of pleasure it’ll be punishment. I had gotten these things to surprise you with, but now I will use them to punish you. Instead, of spanking you, you’ll suffer in a worse way. One I know you love and beg for.” He stated flatly as she listened to Him behind her back. He was placing items on the floor behind her, light thuds followed by heavy thuds against the floor echoed in the room. quickly followed by the scraping sound of a chair being moved. She felt his rough hands grip her sundress at the hem and flipped it over her head in one swift pull, leaving her body bare. She was always naked under whatever clothes she wore, always, the way He liked it. And her too, being naked under her dress kept her on edge, never knowing what would happen or when. It kept her body wound tight, ready for the soft kiss of air against her skin. Or the slightest brush of fingertips against her pussy, just feeling how wet she was at any given time. Today, even being disobedient was no different. When her dress was stripped from her, the cold air of her home kissed her skin, her nipples beaded into hard points, her skin flushed with cold. Goosebumps erupted on every surface of her skin. His fingers grazed her exposed collarbone, following the line of bone to her jaw. His fingers gripped her jaw and tilted her head up and around, forcing her to mover her body so her neck wouldn’t break. He was turning her, turning her so she could look at what He had placed out on the floor. Eight different styles of dildos sat on the floor in front of her, eight different styles and sizes. The ranged in a row from small to massive, the first one being the very first toy he had ever gotten her, to the last, a brand-new toy: a massive tentacle that has bumps and groves along the shaft, but was far greater and wider than anything she had ever taken. Her eyes widened as she looked at the thing, it was something she had always wanted to try, but never did. That was a long conversation one night with Him, a fantasy she had always thought about but never acted on. “You, my dear sweet will fuck each toy until I have seen enough, then you will move on to the next and so on until you get to the last one. Once you get to that one, I will tell you what is coming next, and no coming. At all, not once. If you do I swear I will spank you so long and hard your skin will bleed. You’ve disobeyed me once, you will not do it a second time” She stared at the very last toy, then at the chair that he had moved. He had swiveled the chair so he could sit and watch. With her eyes cast down, she waited for his command as He sat. “Begin.” The one-word command had her moving immediately to the first and smallest toy. “You will raise up and impale yourself on each one, fuck each one until I say enough and them move onto the next. Understood?” “Yes Sir” She answered quietly as she moved over the smallest one, taking a breath she placed her body over the first toy and impaled herself on the small toy. As it enters her fully, He didn’t wait one second before he commanded “Next.” She unseated herself from the first and moved to the second, the second was slightly thicker, the base wider as she seated herself on it. The beads inside of the base moved in a circular motion, filling her more and moved as she pumped her hips. “Next” He barked as she had raised herself up to fall back down. Her skin was flushed as her breathing was changing, her pussy was growing wetter as she moved onto the third, then the fourth, and fifth. Each toy was larger, wider, enough to begin stretching her wider. Her clit had grown hard and full, desperate to be touched. Beads of sweat and begun to form on her forehead as she concentrated on the task and not coming. The sixth toy was a rabbit style dildo, a suction cup on the floor with a two-inch base that split in two, one that sunk deep into her wet pussy, the other a smaller part that pressed hard on her clit. She moved her hips up and down, the tiny piece applying pressure to her clit and her body began to shudder as an orgasm threatened to over take her. But His words echoed through her head as she rode the dildo. Breathing through her nose, she steadied herself willed her body to calm. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, from moaning in pleasure as the toy glided in and out of her pussy. “Next, he commanded and she sighed in relief for a moment as she moved from the sixth to the seventh. But the seventh was more tortuous, instead of the toy on her clit, the double headed toy now seated in her ass. The seventh was longer, and as she seated herself fully onto it, she could feel the blunt head of the toy push against her cervix, pain mixed with the pleasure as she moved, the toy pushing against the tight muscles of her ass, opening her. She wanted to beg for it to stop as her heart raced in her chest. Her breasts were heavy and painful, needing to be touched, her skin was too sensitive, every thrust of her pelvis send electricity down her spine, making her body shiver. Her pussy clenched tightly on the toy, filling her to a max she has never encountered but has always fantasized about. The tight bundle of muscles clenched around the toy that slide in and out of her ass with every rise and fall. So wet was she, she could feel her own juices on her thighs, dripping from her pussy. She couldn’t breathe as she fucked herself onto the toy. Wordless sounds escaped her lips as she began to mindlessly beg for release, but she knew it wouldn’t come. “Next” He whispered, and through her tear-filled eyes she watched as He stroked his cock as she moved to the final one. The tentacle was massive, she knew it would never fit into her own body. Whimpering she hovered her hips on the thing and slowly slide down on the shaft. The thing stretched her so that it began to burn immediately, widening her pussy. Tiny flutters began and she stopped instantly, willing her body to not orgasm. “More” He commanded and she tried to slide down more, but her body couldn’t fit the whole shaft in, her hips shifted as the thing reached her very center. Tears flowed freely as she begged for release, but all she got were hands on her shoulders. He had moved from the chair to stand behind her. Pressure built on her shoulders as he pushed her down on the dildo, forcing her to take the rest of the toy in. Inch by inch the thing widened her and fully seated inside of her. The head pushing hard against her cervix, the sharp pain had her hissing, crying, as she felt his hands move to under her arms to raise her, allowing the tentacle to release from her body, only to push back down on the thing. He helped her fuck the toy, fuck the massive thing into a tight pussy. She was to the point of screaming, her body so tight and wound anything, any word from his mouth would set her off. When she had seated herself fully on the last round, He placed two fingers on her spine, and pushed. That was a sign for her to bend, her breathing hitched as she shifted her body forward. The dildo moving, pressing on all the sensitive points inside of her. Pressure moved and spread as she lay her hands on the floor, her legs spread, her body wept. Her pussy fluttered with need as she felt Him behind her, His cock suddenly breaching her ass. She screamed in pain and pleasure as he fucked in and out of her body. Everything was too tight, too much as he pushed in harder with every thrust. She could feel the toy in her pussy move as he moved, pushing it harder with every thrust. His grunts mixed with the sounds of her whimpering, His thrusts becoming more erratic, deeper, longer until he finally pumped himself into her ass. She could feel his cock pumping his cum into her, filling her to the brim. Tears pooled and cascaded down her cheeks as she took every spurt, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to cum because of her disobedience. A punishment she knew she deserved, and secretly loved. As He pulled himself from her, she could feel his cum inside of her, claiming and marking her. His hands pulled the toy from her tight body and he stood. “Clean up, then do the chores of the day. Once done, we can watch a movie and sleep. You did well, tomorrow I’ll fuck you with the tentacle again, and you’ll cum when told.” Wiping the tears from her eyes, she began to do as she was told, her body humming with the anticipation and pain for the next day to come.

#sweetmisery #lostsoul #mywriting

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lol-jackles · 10 months

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I get people want their favorite character being in the final, but I actually thought it was a favor to the character that Cass got killed in 15x18. If Cass were in the final, he might just stood there. It’s a shame Berens didn’t write better script. He was never my favorite writer, but his Rowena and Sam’s scene in 15x03 was pretty good. I love Rowena’s “I believe in magic …” lines. I wonder why 15x18 was like that. Although I’m indifferent with Cass, I wish he had better ending for the story.

You have to remember that Misha was an aspiring politician. The politicians you see on screen only shows 10% of their charisma, the screen almost acts like a protective barrier. To meet skilled politicians in real life is almost akin to witchcraft, you're under their spell.

I sometimes think this is why hellers like Jaistel goes to so many cons despite numerous reports by fans of Jai looking miserable and lonely. A real life encounter with Misha rejunevates that spell enough for Jai to continue their agenda of grifting and fleecing people until the next con.

So anyways, like Robert Englund whom Misha convinced to write "Man Who Would be King" in attempt to salvage Cas's character ahead of the finale "Man Who Knew Too Much" that would irreparably damage Cas's character that the general audience would turn on, Misha convinced Berans to help salvage Cas's ending and provide enough ambiguity to keep his paying minions on the hook. Look how long Xena's lesbian fans stuck around due to Xena and Gabrielle's ambidous friendship. The difference was there were enough build up to Xena and Gabrielle to eventually have a canon romantic relationship. There was no same build up to Cas's confession to be interpreted as non-platonic, but that was actually okay with Misha. Just like his fake bisexual confession at the New Jersey con, he expect it to just stay in the fandom and never get picked up by mainstream media.

Misha would know most of the digital low-tier media like Buzzfeed, Mary Sue, and Daily Got will disappear. Even the online TV Guide (not to me mistaken for the physical TV Guide that has different owners) have scrubbed many of their articles to make room in their server. It's why Misha will only say SPN is about Sam and Dean in mainstream media like Larry King and in WB's SPN retrospective shows.

Lastly, we give that ~confession scene way too much credit and attention in an otherwise decent episode. Castiel was never a main character so his farewell speech doesn’t have the same kind of impact. Sure a lot of superfans find his overly praising Dean was be OOC or non-canon compliant, but that speech wasn’t for them, it was for general audience and casual fans to remind them that Dean is still a hero because they only seen Sam acting heroically trying to protect people from the Snap. Dean going after Billie looked more like revenge and it was at the cost of Cas’s life. So this lesson to Dean is that it isn’t all about him. That’s right, a speech that seems to be all about Dean is actually saying it’s not all about him.

#15x18

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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Hi I got a supernatural request for Dean Winchester!!! Maybe Dean and reader reuniting after he gets back from hell..

Yeih! thank you for the request, I hope you like it! my first Dean Winchester, I loved writing it

Baby I’m back, no takebacks

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A gun and gun pointing, cursing, talks of death, demons and angels, dean is back from the dead!, all the supernatural related family business, smut (nothing described)

+ 18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Yeah my first Supernatural request I love this! let’s give it a spin

This domesticity didn’t suit you, and you felt terribly guilty when you grabbed a kitchen knife instead of a demon killing dagger.

But this is what Dean would have want for you

A boring suburban house, making your own meals, a daily schedule, a boring job. You sighed when you finished cutting that tomato for your salad… Feeling again… guilty. What could Bobby be up to? Maybe he needed some help, or Sam, you haven’t spoken to him in nearly a week. You knew that giant bastard was keeping cases and things from you, because he knew what you needed, or what he thought you needed, to stay out of the business and have a normal and boring life.

Your eyes drifted to that picture of you and Dean, both leaning into the front of the Impala, his arms surrounding your waist and you leaning in and your hand on his chest, big smiles on your faces. You missed him so much

You swallow your own tears as you payed attention to the salad you were making, suddenly you were craving burgers a beer and pie as a dessert.

What were you even doing? All the things you knew about the supernatural… you had a responsibility to help people, innocent people who didn’t know and could become victims… This is why hunters can’t stay away from the business. Spiderman said that with power comes great responsibility, you’d argue that with knowledge comes even a greater one.

Perhaps you should call Sam…

Your line of thought was interrupted by the doorbell. And you sighed loudly, of course your annoying neighbor who had nothing to do with her life is nagging you for the neighborhood bake sale. You had promised to make some chocolate chip cookies and now you were praying to Crowley to take possession of your neighbor so you could have a reason to stab her.

“Come in” you yelled, your hands clammy with tomato juice. You turned your back to the door while you grabbed a rag to wipe your hands

When you turn to meet your neighbor, a scream gets stuck in your throat as your heart almost jumps through your mouth. Dean was standing there, him, your boyfriend. You just stood there, your first instinct was to run towards him and engulf him in your arms, and the next…

“Honey, I’m back!” he said, his voice made your spine tickle

With a painful whine you jump towards the kitchen counter and grab the gun you had taped under it. Without a second thought you pointed the revolver filled with silver bullets towards the man you loved

He was dead

He immediately raised his hands in surrender but you just unlocked the safety and kept pointing the gun at him

“Who the fuck are you?” you demanded, pointing at him with the gun and tears in your eyes, “They took everything from me but that wasn’t enough?” you screamed, “you have to torture me?”

“NO! PLEASE BABY, IT’S ME!” he yelled back

Sam came running in at that second, as you almost pulled the trigger, with his hands up as you pointed your gun also at him

“What the fuck?” you demanded

“I told you to leave me alone with her” muttered the alleged Dean

“And I told you she was going to blow your brains out” muttered Sam, “And not in the way she used too”

“What is this?” you demanded, pointing your gun back at Dean, or who he claimed he was

“It’s him (Y/N)” muttered Sam, “I promise” You took small plastic bottle and threw the holy water at them both, they closed their eyes in annoyance but didn’t sizzle, and then you grabbed the salt and threw it at them too and it was the same result, nothing, “It’s us” he continued. You squinted your eyes at them. Dean showed you a little slash he had in his arm, his blood red, normal

“Dean, is that you?” you cried

“Yeah baby” he murmured

"You promise?” you asked, your voice breaking and a single tear falling from your eye. Dean smiled at you, that side smile he always gave you, “Oh God” you dropped the gun and ran towards him, and he hugged you between his awaiting arms, “Dean” you grabbed his shirt with one hand and the back of his head with the other, relieve falling in the form of tears from your eyes. He hugged you tightly against him, his hand caressing your hair and the back of your head

“hey baby”

“You are back” you cried

“I am” you leaned back to look at his face, you still couldn’t believe it, this must be a dream, you caressed his cheek with longing, if this was some sort of hallucination or spell, you didn’t think you could survive it. “I’m here love, I’m real” he whispered, those moss-green eyes looking back at you and you believed him. He leaned down and caught your lips in his, kissing you roughly, with longing, with need, you knew he missed you as much as you missed him

Sam ran away as soon as he realized the kiss was escalating, and soon it did, his rough hands got under your clothes and his disappeared at all, you didn’t care the big windows of your house were wide open as much as your door and your annoying neighbor had the tendency of creeping in without knocking

You didn’t give a shit

Dean was back

You didn’t know how, or why, who brought him back, you let your bodies do all the talking. Dean seemed hungry, for you, for your body and you were also starving. You fucked him in any surface possible inside of your house, destroying everything in your ravenous pass

And ending in the bedroom

You had drained him completely, and Dean dropped in your bed almost unconscious. When he started snoring, indicating you he had leaped over to the seventh level of deep sleep, you called Sam in again.

There was so many questions you need answers to

You put a cup of coffee in Sam hands and you curled up in your robe in the couch in front of him

“Did he tell you what happened?” you asked him

“He just crawled out of the coffin we put him in, no memories of what happened in Hell, no nothing”

“Just like that?” you asked, with hope in your voice

“Just like that” he answered

“This is too good to be true” you murmured, “It has to be a trap, or some sort or payment… a sacrifice”

“There isn’t one” assured Sam, and you looked at him suspiciously

“Sam promise me you didn’t do something, you didn’t offer your soul, or anything like that”

“I didn’t” he looked at you with those eyes of his and you believed him, “did you?” you shook your head

“No” you assured him, “Who would have the power to bring him back?” you asked

“We have been looking, at least no demon claimed responsibility”

“I’m so scared Sammy, this is too good to be true, what if...?”

“Nothing” you jumped when Dean appeared through the door frame, you knew him, he wanted to be angry, you were talking about him, but when he saw the concern in yours and his brother’s face, he softened. He walked towards you and cradled your face in his big hands, “No one is going to take me away from you again baby, I’m already out of hell, no take backs”

“No take backs” you whispered

SPN MASTERLIST

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester drabble #misguidedsupernatural

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Confession time

It has been 6 months (more or less) since I joined Tumblr and AO3 and I finally told my friends. I couldn't not tell them because it has become a big part of my life now, especially writing fanfics. A year ago I wasn't even writing a single word in my native language. And NOW I can't stop writing. Like it's a new hobby. And I think I just can't live without it anymore.

It took me a long time to tell them because I was scared of their reactions to be honest. I know they are open because otherwise we wouldn't be friends but still. I was scared they find that ridiculous or worse that they didn't understand how important it is for me and how much it changed me.

And man, they reacted sooo well. One already read fanfics since high school and loves Dean and Destiel. Plus I already send her some of my fics. The second one hasn't watched SPN and doesn't know a thing about Tumblr and fanfiction. And the last one is a Sam girl and is not really into reading fanfiction but still wanted to read what I wrote about Destiel. So I picked one, that wasn't easy to choose but I did and I hope she likes it or at least doesn't throw up while reading it.

Anyway, their backgrounds might be different, but all of them found it awesome and asked me why I haven't told them before. And I told them that it was also because I had to process the whole thing on my own, because it FUCKING changed me and the perception I had of myself. But that's also why I had to tell them, because it changed me that much and if they didn't know about it, it's like they would know me anymore.

So if you don't know how to talk about it to your friends but want to and you need inspiration then here below, this is what I sent them to explain. It might not be everyone's experience though but there this is mine:

"I should tell you because it's been 6 months now, so I've had plenty of time to accept it. You know how abnormal I am about Supernatural and especially Dean and Cas. Like, it never did that to me with any show before and when I say THAT you don't know what I'm talking about because I didn't tell you. The THAT: I created a Tumblr account, where I follow people, people I don't know follow me and I post stuff on it on SPN, on Destiel. I also created an AO3 account. Where I read fanfics but not only. Hold on tight. Me, who didn't like French or English classes when we were at school. You know me, I've never been literary, let alone in another language. But now I write fanfics in English and I LOVE it. It's my new passion, it's become a big part of my life and I think it helps me on a daily basis, I'm sure it does, like it helped me a lot especially when I had nothing to do all day when I was unemployed and it still helps me. Because it's a way of expressing myself and when I'm inspired it's an incredible feeling, I've never really known that before (except maybe when I was drawing) and I can't live without it now. I spend a lot of my free time on it and it's still not enough, which is also why I get frustrated when my weekends feel too short. It's because I'd like to take more time off to work on all the fanfic ideas I have. Because I can't always write between my evening shower and preparing dinner because it's too short, sometimes I need to take time to be able to sort out my ideas. But sometimes it just comes to me, like Saturday morning when I was just waking up in bed, I wrote a few hundred words because an idea popped into my brain. So I wanted to tell you because it's important to me. It may sound ridiculous to some, but I don't care because the feelings it gives me when people like what I write or comment that the characters sound like themselves or that I've made them cry make me happy (yes, I do like making people cry, apparently lmao). Yesterday I wasn't doing too well, I couldn't get any work done. I must have PMS going on or some crap like that, I felt empty and I didn't feel like doing anything because I couldn't see the point, whatever. I wrote a few cute words about Dean and Cas, my loves, and it made me feel better. It's kind of magical. I feel like my writing has improved a bit in 6 months. I don't think I can live without writing anymore anyway, and I never thought I'd say that one day. Here you know everything, it frustrated me that you didn't know, because it's cool to share it with strangers online but if my friends don't know about it, it doesn't make sense 😘 especially given the role and place it has in my life."

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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I know everyone is loving the platonic Lesso stuff but I nEED THAT WOMEN TO RAIL ME LIKE OH MY GOD. You’re platonic stuff is very comforting though. Truly appreciate it.

Hey lovely anon! I hope this is sufficient if not feel free to send another ask in and I’ll attempt it again :)

play thing| NSFW

*Authors note~ I have a few requests waiting to be written I will write them guys it’s just a few personal things stopping me writing as much as I wish to*

Trigger warnings~ sub r dom lesso, pet play? Oral, toys, restraints r, self pleasure l, overstimulation, lesso called ma'am

Prompt~ tumblr Anon~ I know everyone is loving the platonic Lesso stuff but I nEED THAT WOMEN TO RAIL ME LIKE OH MY GOD. You're platonic stuff is very comforting though. Truly appreciate it.

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You knew what would happen when you entered this arrangement. Of course you did. Yet you still couldn't stop yourself from agreeing to it. Lady Lesso being the irresistible women is knew just how to push your buttons. She knew just what to say, the sway to add to her hips and even the right stance to take on. Everything about the women all pointed to one word. Irresistible. That's why when you joined the staff you were shocked to hear that she was single. A women with this much beauty surly would be snapped up? Apparently not in her case. You heard the rumours of Rafal, how he treated her so poorly and shattered her heart leaving it irreparable.

That's why you couldn't be surprised at the fact this was a simple arrangement. No strings. And truthfully your heart yearned for more, to hold her close and try to fix her heart. But you knew that lesso didn't feel the same. It was more of a friends with benefits situation for her. So you tried to push down your feelings for the women and be happy with whatever Lesso is willing to provide. Which is why lead you to being in an agreement with the Dean of Evil and subsequently falling deeper in love with her.

Recently the Dean had become rather stressed with the upcoming test between good and evil. You knew this of course so it was no surprise to you that you that the play time had increased as the weeks progressed. At this point it was becoming a daily occurrence. You would wake up deliciously sore from the night before, teach your students in the school for Good their defence class and then would head back to your office to complete paperwork. And then that is where you would be interrupted by the Dean. Sometimes she would be so stressed you never even made it out of your office, others you were taken to the Doom room and on the odd occasion you even ended up in Lady Lesso's quarters. Each day you never knew what mood she would be in, never knew what would happen but that was all part of the game.

Lady Lesso liked to taunt her pets. Simply a play toy for her to use as and when she deemed fit. That was made clear to all that entered this agreement. Yet with you it was some how different from what you'd been told to expect. Rules had been established alongside any limits being discussed, after all this was all for the fun and pleasure of both parties. Lesso truly had no desire to seriously hurt you in any shape or form. Which is why you were not shocked to be dragged into her quarters by her guards.

You were instantly thrown onto your knees in front of her desk, immediately taking your submissive position and tilting your head towards the ground. Just as she had taught you. The women sat at her desk seemed uh phased by your arrival and choose to simply ignore your presence in general. She knew that the wait was something you enjoyed, it allowed you to let your mind wonder what could possibly be in store for you. So far the longest you had been left is ten minutes maximum but tonight it seemed that Lesso was setting a new record. Your knees were beginning to ache, the tights that clung to your legs beginning to irritate your knees yet you didn't dare even move a centimetre. You didn't even lift your graze to rake over her form, after all you truly preferred to receive her rewards rather than her punishments. It was her coming to stand in front of you that got your attention.

A hand cupping your chin tilting your head upwards to meet her lustful gaze. "Now pet remind me, what's your safe word?" She husked out taken in just how desperate you looked. "Nova" you mumbled earning a pleased hum from the older women. "Be a good Pup and go sit pretty on the bed for me" she commanded and you were left dumbfounded at the name. Not something you had experienced yet you oddly enough didn't hate it. It was the sharp tsk of her tongue that had you up in a flustered hurry. You sat on the edge of her bed and she couldn't help but hum in disappointment that you hadn't found your original position. "On your knees pup" she demanded and you complied instantly. Desperate to serve and please her.

Despite the things you heard, Lesso was a considerably slow and patient lover. She took time in learning your queues and tales. Loving how she knew the spots that would drive you absolutely wild for her. The spots that were just enough to tease you and if you had teetered on the edge of realise long enough a simple bite to your collarbone was enough to force you into the blissed out high. Lesso loved to switch it up so you couldn't predict what she would do with you next.

Tonight she opened to feast on you. When had you lost your clothing? Nestled in between your legs lapping up the slick drenching your core. Instantly her stress started to fade away hearing the sinful sounds she could pull from you. Good and Evil shouldn't mingle and you knew that. But you both also knew how sweet the forbidden fruit was. And that's how you found yourself on the edge of climax while Lesso licked and sucked at your aching core. You couldn't help but whimper when she moved just in time to prevent the pleasure from cursing through your body.

"Ma'am please" you whined out trying to get your mind to focus and remember the rules you had been taught. It was the chuckle that your lover let out that caused a shiver to run down your body. Immediately you were blinded by the familiar orange silks that were specifically used for this activity. Next your limbs expertly bound to the bed. Causing you to whine in need. "Oh such a need little Pup for me aren't you?" She taunted and began to strip off her clothing, watching as you withered in anticipation.

The silence in the room was deafening until a click of the button and a constant buzzing noise took its place. It was only then that you felt her position the toy perfectly against your core. Your moans instantly began to fill the room as it created waves of pleasure. The sight to sinfully delicious that soon enough your moans weren't the only ones flying around the room. Your mind was hazy due to the toy working diligently between your legs. Although pleasurable not enough to throw you into the pools of pleasure. You knew that and so did Lesso, which is why lesso had now sat herself in a chair with a direct view of your soaking core. You were now drenching her sheets with arousal unable to do anything but whimper and mewl uncontrollably for her. Quickly growing overly sensitive at the toys constant assault. Blinded and restrained all you could do was listen out as she brought herself to the edge at the sight in front of her.

The straw that broke you was when she finally tumbled over the edge praising you as she came.�� That mixed with the toy still working on your core had you pleading with the women. The blind fold was swiftly removed and she was instantly met with your eyes full of desire. Need. Want. Lust. It was a delicious combination and one she thoroughly enjoyed being the cause of. You were completely out of my, only one thing on your mind, your need to climax and you weren't above doing just about anything to get it. So when Lesso situated herself on your stomach, her very own drenched core soaking the skin there and husked out "open pup" you couldn't help but instantly respond. Your tongue swirling around her slender digits making sure to get every drop of her essence and savouring it.

The toy was shut off and removed causing you to cry out. Your words incoherent as you begged and pleaded for her to give you what you so desperately needed. Only this time her fingers slid into your soaked pussy creating the sounds of wetness as she thrusted them in and out. You were thrashing wildly desperately chasing that high you had been denied so many times. It was bordering on painful when Lesso brought you over the edge in an earth shattering orgasm. She slowed her efforts in an attempt to drag out your high as long as she possibly could.

You were completely out of it. Your head empty as you enjoyed the pure bliss you were experiencing. How long had you been in this state? You weren't sure but you were sure you never wanted to leave. It was Leonora's voice that broke your sub space and guided you back to her. Despite being the Dean of Evil she gave the best after care you had ever experienced. Always so attentive and caring making sure you were safe and cared for. You couldn't help but fall for the women ever more than you already had. Once again the red head settled between your thighs this time with a warm wash cloth intending to clean you up so you were comfortable. Your body trying to automatically inch away from her, unable to handle any more stimulation. "Shhh hush pup I'm just gonna clean you up" she reassured pulling your legs gently toward her and wiping the cloth gently, ensuring she got everything for you. After ditching the cloth she joined you on the bed. This was new not something you were expecting and you most certainly didn't expect her to gather you in her arms and whisper "be mine pup not just a play thing but mine?" You couldn't actually believe your ears, still stuck in your own mind. You had to have had imagined it right? But you nodded anyway and snuggled into her embrace.

Word count~ 1771

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso

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fellshish · 2 years

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hi fells !! positivity anon✨ here to spread some love! you've done so much for the fandom and brought lots of joy through things like the 30k posts and dean daily and your other fics. your writing never fails to put a smile on my face (or tears! but in a good way). your creativity is inspiring and we're so lucky to have you here sharing your work with us! now, i would like to ask you to pick 3 of your top favorite things you've made, or 3 most recent things you made that you really love and tell us why you love them or something you enjoyed while creating them✨ i hope you have a wonderful day<3

Ohhhh this is such a cute ask!!! Thank you so much! This made my day bigtime. You’re an awesome person, anon. Hope you have the BEST day! ❤️

This took a while to get over my longing to hide under a blanket but, here are 3 of my favorite (destiel) things i made:

Dean daily that you mentioned is definitely part of it. I’m proud that i managed to send a daily substack update to people’s mailbox for so long, and i loved that it became like a mini thing where people were making memes and even art for it 😭 and i loved the asks about it! I am not above liking attention sigh. But it was the best time this year i’ve had in fandom!

I am also still happy about If you were queer where dean discovers fanfiction because i had so much fun writing it and taking spn meta to absurd levels.

I think maybe Death of a salesman belongs here because people have told me it’s their comfort fic and that makes me feel…. Like i can’t even tell you….. like what i wrote, mattered…

#destiel #this was good to think about. like to think about the things i’ve created #and see myself as a creator and writer #the voice in my head can get quite harsh #and this helped #ALSO sorry i write mostly sandman now…..

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freakwiththeknifecollection · 1 year

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Fanfic Writer 20 Questions!

I was tagged by @lumiereandcogsworth, thank you bestie!!! 💖💖💖 This got long so I put it under a cut lmao

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

18!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

48,844! (I love how they're all 8's and 4's that's so neat :0)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three. I've written for Assassin's Creed, Life is Strange, and Supernatural

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

(The first two I cross-posted on tumblr immediately and they just BLEW UP overnight I'm still flabbergasted by it)

Officially a Winchester (62)

"You're doing it wrong." (57)

Check Yes, Juliet (40)

Something Just Like This - Revised Version (37)

Comfort (36)

5. Do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yes, eventually!! 😅 Sometimes I'm so overwhelmed (positively 💓) by a comment, I don't have the spoons or the braincells to give it the proper reply it deserves, so I'll leave it for another time and it slips my mind sometimes but I do eventually get to them! Why? Because it encourages me so so so so SO MUCH and I want to engage with my readers and make them feel comfortable commenting in the future!! 💖

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't often end things 😅 it's the ADHD. But my angstiest fic chapter ending is probably the prologue of House of Memories

7. Do you write crossovers?

No, but Lydia and I have crossover universes we exchange excerpts for and develop lore together!! <3 We love it dearly, it's so much fun 🥰

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, thankfully! Maybe it's because I'm in a small fic pool, people are grateful for what they can get 😂 but I'd like to think it's because there's nothing to hate about my works

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have, on occasion, dipped my toes into those waters up until the point before the pants come off lol but I'm not comfortable writing beyond that. I don't mind reading it sometimes (really just for my ship, not others. Maybe cause I'm more comfortable with them? Idk lmao) but writing it myself? 😅 It's not in my wheelhouse.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

To my knowledge, no. But if someone wanted to, I'd be open to it! I'm all for having a wider reader base 😄

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Fic? No

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

⬆️ They don't just live in my mind rent free, they're the landlords calling the shots on the daily.

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

*sighs longingly, defeatedly, even* Check Yes, Juliet. I want to. I really want to. But the versions of Dean and Jo in that fic don't speak to me anymore. I think because they don't align with the characterizations I've developed for them since. Well, mostly just Jo. I've thought about rewriting the whole thing for a long time and have started to with the first chapter but I'm not sure how far I'll get with it, so no promises 😅 I do love that universe for them though, and as my first chaptered fic and longest fic so far, it holds a very special place in my heart and always will ♥️

15. What are your writing strengths?

1. BANTER. Not to toot my own horn but I think of myself as the Aaron Sorkin of the (active) Chestervelle fic pool. It's my biggest strength and I think often it makes up for what I can lack in scene-setting. 2. Characterization! I've been told a lot that my characterization is dead-on, so much so that the reader can hear my dialogue in the character's voices because it fits so well. 3. I've also been told (and I'm paraphrasing here) that I describe emotions in a way that evokes a visceral response from the reader

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

1. Setting the scene, my beloathed 😑 it's probably the biggest thing that holds me back from posting fic. It's not for a lack of writing, I write often, I just struggle with scene-setting and can't post anything without it. 2. I'm grouping these all together because they're the same category: introductions, scene transitions, and conclusions. Another thing that keeps me from posting fic 😒

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I think it's best left to the multilinguals unless you have a fluent speaker of the language to consult or collaborate with you. Don't use Google translate, I made that mistake in my early teens 🙈

18. What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Assassin's Creed. Long story short that's the one I used Google translate for 🙈 regret

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

HOUSE OF MEMORIES MY BEST FRIEND HOUSE OF MEMORIES!!!!! It's sooo important to me I love it SO much, chapter 2 specifically. It's just so !!! It's everything I wanted from them in canon. I wanted them to have a real, long conversation where they joke and laugh and get serious and open up to each other and be comfortable in each other's company to not need words at all. They're best friends and it's EVERYTHING to me

20. Who do you tag?

UUUUHH THE GOTDAMN UHHH THE UHHHHHH

@two-cut-lines @karate-adjacent @calliopeos @joharvelles-roadhouse @notyoursunnygirlfriend @charlie-bradbury @magdaclaire @nasatshirts @altarofrowena @mrcowboydeanwinchester @pumpkinspicebearbenny @speakofgrace @magneticghouls @kpopusly @lighthouseriots and anyone else I may have forgotten (I'm terrible at remembering urls, I'm sorry! It's not personal!) or anyone who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!!

#tag game #fanfic writer 20 questions #my writing

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