#sam disapproves bc obviously he would

[amiwritesthings]

Happy DFF Ami!! I know Mary comes back at some point in the later seasons, and there’s plenty of fics about her finding out about samdean. BUT, I want to know how she’d react to johndean!

hey hi spike thank you for the ask!!

mary obvi has her very own set of issues with father/child incest and i think she would be *horrified* when she finds out bc that is something she'd never wish on anyone, least of all her own children.

at the same time, she'd have a hard time reconciling the john the boys knew and that she can get a glimpse of from the journal with the john that's still so vivid in her memory. they are so obviously not the same person and the grown man that's supposed to be her son so obviously isn't that sweetheart of a four-year-old anymore. she doesn't know either of these men.

and while she was horrifieddisgustedscarred by her own experience, dean gets downright *angry* when she asks why he *isn't*.

sam tries to explain it to her, the bond dean and john had (that *he* had disapproved of just as much when he was younger!), how it wasn't the same as her situation, how they had needed each other in a way she couldn't possibly understand, united in their grief for *her*...

mary needs some time after, can't really look at dean, neither at the grown man in the bunker, nor the four-year-old version in her mind.

the implication that it was her who drove them to that point, that it was her absence that made it all possible—

with time, she learns to divorce the memory of the boy and the man she knew from the reality she now lives in. to accept that it happened, that her family will be forever cursed.

she never manages to connect to dean quite the same after.

[cgogs]

So does coparent!sam ever find out that briar is the product of a deal with XD? I'm trying to imagine what his reaction would be, and it seems like the answer is probably along the lines of "really bad," so I'm guessing the XD deal just never comes up?

At one point, during the worst months of his life (when Briar kills Sam and runs away in the basement era) Dream tries to tell him the truth but Sam just doesn't believe him bc hes so delirious anyway and its not exactly the easiest thing to believe :/ but later he does see pictures of George and puts them side by side with Briar, gets some heebie jeebies from the similarities. But its not a huge Thing.

But in the beginning, that was obviously like... The Big Question on his mind, where the hell this kid come from? Dream goes along w the notion that Briar has a real mother because he doesn't want to put Briar in danger or anything, and he's not 10 yet and he obviously doesnt want Sam to know he can grant a wish. Sam asks Dream questions about Briar's mother and he just makes shit up. Sam is a bit jealous and so it just comes out as disapproval in whatever Dream did to her to make her leave, because he's so normal like that.

If he did find out and believe Dream, I'm not sure what he'd do. He'd think Dream was raising a weapon, or using him, and separate them even more, deeming Dream's care for the child actually just him wanting a wish and not any of the love he'd assumed was there. Briar is instantly humanizing to Dream, Sam will take the first opportunity to revoke that from his perception

[scoobydoominuscoobydoo]

Not me rolling my eyes when some members of the fandom screech at me for pairing an “obvious” lesbian like Velma with Shaggy or Fred when at most she is bi.

Is it because she doesn’t look like the conventionally attractive Daphne? Is it because of her glasses and bobbed hair? Is it because she’s smart?

Whatever the reason may be for the most popular fanon interpretation, Velma Dinkley is [also] attracted to men. Nothing wrong with that.

There are at least 10 guys she’s canonically interested in, even if they: turned out to be bad and she changed her mind; were just passing crushes.

(Side note: Admittedly, I’m on the fence on whether or not I approve of Velma x Sam Winchester bc it wasn’t stated in the crossover if the gang were considered teens still or adults, since Dean and Sam are obviously not teens and Sam’s disapproval of Dean’s crush on Daph stemmed from her being implied to be with Fred, and not the age difference, but the episode used is based on their earliest adventures of when they were teens, so yeah. On the fence until further clarification.)

In the Scooby Doo Apocalypse comics, she’s officially together with and happy with Shaggy.

In the Velma + Daphne books, she’s implied to be interested in Fred. (I really hope the author continues her series and explores those avenues further despite what the current movies and series say.)

I don’t see how these adaptations are an “insult” to her sexuality.

My hang up with the “confirmation” that Velma is “canonically a lesbian” I guess is mostly how it was executed and how they try to explain it.

In Mystery Incorporated, Velma’s relationship with Hotdog Water doesn’t reduce her to an babbling idiot. Neither do most of her relationships with the men. At most, she was adorably awkward, but still capable of being objective. Plus, if the male love interest in question was an irredeemable bad guy, no way would she compromise her morals!

With the Coco girl, on the other hand…yeah…Velma pretty much got the canon-character-in-this-medium-who-is-now-the-adoring-love-interest-of-the-mary-sue-self-insert treatment and was practically worshiping the ground this lady walked on on (I will acknowledge that Coco has a cute design; as for how Velma could possibly be attracted to her, I cannot tell you.)

Even her newest TV series doesn’t know what to do with her romantic/sexual orientation.

As a Frelma fan, I am unhappy that she is reduced to being a bitter jerk and that he is reduced to the stupid, self-absorbed and secretly insecure white boy born in privilege template instead of them both being likeable characters equal in intelligence in different areas.

As someone who sees Velma and Daphne as just really close opposites-attract-besties but will be objective for the sake of Delma/Vaphne shippers, it really bugs me when adaptations paint Daphne as mostly at fault for whenever caused their fallout as childhood friends and how they cannot have a civil conversation in their present years but oh-look-not-so-secret-belligerent-sexual-tension-explains-why-they-clash-and-why-now-they-should-be-considered-a-possible-thing instead of having them naturally drift apart for a few years bc school be like that, reconnect after some friendly, albeit awkward “oh how have you been? Oh fine i guess, you?” moments, be besties again, and then maybe lead up to a more natural and less rushed heat-of-the-moment developments. But nope. Suddenly they kiss at the end of episode 2.

As a formerly major and currently neutral Shelma fan, Norville (Shaggy) deserves better. That’s it.

So yeah, I’m annoyed by Trick or Treat, Scooby Doo! for claiming Velma as explicitly a lesbian now when they portrayed her romantic interest as such an insult to her core character, and moreso at the fans claiming it, James Gunn’s initial drafts of his films, and one of Velma’s live actress’s real life sexuality as the “correct interpretation” of Velma’s romantic inclination.

I’m annoyed at Velma the Series because whatever Frelma moments will happen, it will happen between the most negative and superficial interpretations of each character.

I feel like it's a little late to come forward and be like "Velma the Series" is a travesty and forever taints the otherwise fine Scooby-Doo repertoire. That is not a new observation especially with the news of it officially being the lowest rated show on IMDB. I knew from the minute it was announced that I wasn't going to be watching it. I just knew that the people working on this did not care or have a deep understanding of Scooby-Doo and why people like it.

I now feel validated in that initial judgement and can say with full certainty that I would rather watch Mystery Inc. (a show I have well vocalized my hate towards) for the rest of my life than even watch a MINUTE of Velma.

Velma as a character is loved and (although it obviously varies) she has a relatively consistent characterization across every show. She's the brains, she's the voice of reason, she's the skeptic. She acts as the person who keeps everyone down on Earth. And she is a great character but people always forget that she is great IN AN ENSEMBLE. She has the rest of the gang to bounce off of and the charm of SD is in that group chemistry. If you watch the show and think "Wow Velma totally carried this show" it's clear you have a fundamental misunderstanding of the SD franchise as a whole. Again, these observations seem moot at this point. Saying Velma is bad is like saying ice is frozen water.

What I will say is that it's upsetting that every character had their personalities stripped to just fit the very specific self-insert fantasy that Velma is trying to sell. Velma is no longer Velma, Daphne is no longer Daphne, etc. And that is obviously going to do no favors for Frelma at all. In every show (even MI) Fred and Velma are the brains. They're obviously smart in very different ways but anyone paying attention can tell that they are the ones who love to solve mysteries. They are a detective duo and are usually on equal footing. Obviously if you think Velma was the one carrying the team then you can't really portray her on equal ground with anyone.

But if I like Frelma, there is no way I am going to enjoy seeing the scale tipped so high in Velma's favor that Fred might as well not even be there. Their relationship dynamic is why people (me) love them and if that dynamic is done poorly then there's not much point in liking them.

Anytime Velma has shown any romantic interest in someone (male or female) she's typically pretty collected about it. Which makes sense - again she is the logical one in the group. And I suppose that only makes the discrepancies in her current character even more glaring.

I know that being bummed that we won't be getting well done Frelma/Scooby gang representation is a little ridiculous when we're looking at the other complaints made against it. The disappointment from the Indian community at how poorly they feel represented being the most important one (at least to me). Compared to that, this complaint is almost nothing. But it is also a reminder of what happens when people are given the rights to properties they clearly don't have any respect for. Riverdale having no respect for the Archie comics is another good example. I am hoping that all of the bad reception Velma has gotten will show that you can't just take any franchise you want and use it as a skin for your poorly written self-insert fantasy.

[bittleholtz]

severancenatural. is that anything.

[elliesguitarstrings]

Promises, Promises (Teaser)

Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Tom were childhood best friends turned lovers, and he made a promise to be with you forever. But some promises are just meant to be broken.

Warnings: angst, language, some fluff (ribs by lorde energy)

A/N: i've been working on this fic for A WHILE and I'm almost finished with it! be prepared this is gonna be a long (and sad) one but i absolutely love it, so i decided to post a little teaser bc i’m so excited about it hehe

Flashbacks are in italics

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"I got the part! Holy shit I actually got the part!" Tom throws his computer across the bed in disbelief, almost hitting you.

"Wait, like THE part? Like Spiderman?" you question excitedly.

"YES!!! Check the Marvel Instagram right now!" he crawls over to you as you whip out your phone and quickly search up the account. You scan the page to see a post captioned, "Click the link in our bio to see who the new Spider-Man is!" You quickly find the link and impatiently wait for the page to load. And then you see it, boldface print and giant letters across your phone.

The new Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man will be played by: TOM HOLLAND

"HOLY SHIT TOM! You're fucking Spiderman!" you tackle him with a hug, squeezing him so tightly that he has to fight for breath. "I'm so proud of you, I knew you were gonna do big things." you smile brightly.

"We have to go tell everyone else, come on!" Tom pulls you off of him, dragging you out of his bedroom and down the stairs to give his family the big news.

The rest of the Hollands were already together in the family room, and they immediately took notice of yours and Tom's excitement as the two of you are bounding down the stairs.

Out of breath, Tom sprints to the center of the room. "Attention everyone, I have an extremely important announcement to make!" He pauses for dramatic effect, his family waiting in anticipation. "I'M GONNA BE SPIDERMAN!"

This causes an outburst of cheers and applause from his parents and brothers, each one of them getting up to hug Tom and congratulate him on this huge achievement.

Paddy piped up, "How did you get the news? Did they call you or something?"

"Um, not exactly. They posted it on their Instagram and on the Marvel website as well, wanna see?" He turns to you, "Y/N, show them your phone!"

You pull out your phone and open the screen you were just looking at, showing the Hollands the Instagram post and article.

"No way, they're totally hacked." Harry remarks, earning disapproving looks from Nikki and Dom. "if you were really gonna be the next Spiderman, they would have called you."

Before Tom has the time to argue back, his phone rings, as if on cue. Tom pulls it out of his back pocket and nervously studies the number across the screen.

"Well, what are you waiting for div, answer it!" Sam chirps impatiently.

The rest of the room is silent while Tom listens intently to the person the other line. You can't make out what they are saying, but the eventual smile on Tom's face completely gives it away.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much for this opportunity," he holds while the other person talks again. "Yeah, I'll be in touch, definitely. Thank you again." Tom ends the call and lets out a sigh of relief. "That was fucking Kevin Feige! I got the part! I actually am gonna be the next Spiderman!"

You and the rest of his family cheered even louder than before, enveloping him in a giant group hug.

"I say we celebrate!" Nikki announces. "How about we go out for a nice dinner?"

Tom smiles, "If I'm honest mum, as nice as that would be, I'd rather just stay in and celebrate here tonight. I like your cooking better than any fancy restaurant anyways."

"Of course honey, I'll make your favorite. We can have a nice big family dinner, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect mum, thank you."

She dashes into the kitchen followed by Sam, the aspiring chef of the family, while Dom, Harry, and Paddy go to dress the table.

You take this as your cue to leave, seeing as you don't want to disrupt the rest of Tom's night with his family. "I guess I should get going then," you turn to Tom, hugging him once again. "Congratulations again, I'm so proud of you Tommy." you smile as you head to grab your things before you leave.

"Nonsense! You're staying for dinner too!" Tom stops you.

"Tom, I can't, you should spend this night celebrating with your family." you try to reason with him.

"But I want you here too!" he pouts.

"And you are family!" Nikki pipes in from the kitchen, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the family.

"See, everyone wants you here Y/N, please celebrate with us?" Tom cups your face.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to-"

Nikki cuts you off, piping in once again, "Y/N, I insist you stay for dinner with us. You've been a part of this family for so long, and you know that. So please stay and celebrate with us!" she smiles.

You giggle, "Well, I guess I can't say no to that." Tom smiles, giddily engulfing you in another hug.

After a long and delicious dinner, you and Tom now lay under the stars in the treehouse in his backyard. Dom had built it for you two when you were eight years old, and it's been your special place ever since then. Obviously, it has been upgraded and redecorated since then, now that you and Tom were both eighteen, but it still takes you back to the old days when you were just carefree little kids.

You cuddle into Tom's chest, looking up at the night sky through the small window in the roof of the treehouse. "I wish we could stay here forever," you whisper.

"Me too." Tom pulls you closer, kissing your forehead.

"I don't want things to change Tommy. We're graduating in two weeks, and then you leave for America to go film. I'm so proud of you and so excited for you because I know this is like, your dream, but I really don't know what I'm gonna do without you." A small tear rolls down your cheek which doesn't go unnoticed by Tom.

He wipes the tear off your face with his thumb, cupping your chin to make you face him. "Hey, hey, look at me. Things might be changing, but that doesn't mean we have to. I'm only gonna be gone for a few months, and then I'll be back. I love you so much, and a few hundred miles is never going to change that. I will never let anything come between us, ever, okay?"

You smile softly, "You promise?"

"I promise darling. It's you and me forever. I'm never letting you go. Never in a million years." he kisses you lovingly, and you swear you could just live in this moment for the rest of eternity with him, and only him.

That was six years ago. And what Tom said was true, everything did change. You just wish everything else he had said that night was true too.

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FULL FIC COMING SOON! i hope y'all are excited :)

Tagging some cool people: @emmastarz @selfcarecap @heavenlyholland @spideyspeaches @felicityparkers @ithoughtyouweresokovian @anna-sofia @blizzardbabe @bichellejones @londonspidey @erule @holland-styles @spideybrie @annathesillyfriend @starknik22 @theliterarymess

[protectteamfreewill]

Truth, dare and confess

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff

A/N: bc I think we could all use a Dean to take care of us when we’ve had a little too much to drink :’)

*I do not own any Supernatural characters or gifs I may use*

You didn’t consider yourself to be a bad drinker. Just as Dean, you were able to drink a lot before actually getting drunk. That’s one of the reasons the two of you loved going to bars together so much. You’d always try to get the other drunk first, the alcohol flowing through your veins loosening you both up and making it easier to talk about whatever it was that came up. Sometimes the two of you would make bets with random people, betting on who could down the most shots or chug a glass of beer the quickest, barely ever losing one of them. Other times you’d just drink and talk, enjoying each other’s company.

In other words, you and Dean going to a bar together always ended in a good night. You enjoyed making bets and drinking people, especially the ones who underestimated you, under the table. You enjoyed challenging Dean and, even though soberly you would never admit it, you liked having deep conversations with him. The kind of conversations you could only have after having consumed just the right amount of alcohol.

But tonight you might’ve overestimated yourself a little.

You and the Winchesters just wrapped up a case earlier today. Said case being a nasty witch with anger issues a few towns over. Luckily neither of you got hurt, but it was a case that, in all your opinions, took way too long to figure out. After returning to the bunker and unpacking most of your stuff it, it takes one shared look between you and Dean to make a silent agreement on your next stop: the nearest bar.

You ask Sam to tag along, but he insists on wanting to catch up on sleep, maybe do some reading, so you simply wish him a good night and let him be. He didn’t usually go to bars with you and Dean, but you always asked.

Not soon after you’ve changed into a new and fresher pair of clothes. You don’t spend too much time on your outfit, not caring how it looks as long as it isn’t ripped or smells weird, and before you know it you and Dean are walking side to side towards the nearest bar you know to find, sharing an occasional thought about the case or other random things.

Right when entering the bar both of you do a quick scan of the crowd, making sure there don’t happen to be any suspicious characters hanging around to cause a fuss or take advantage of you once the alcohol kicks in and lowers your guard, before sitting down at the bar, Dean ordering drinks for the both of you.

You make more small talk as you drink your first glass, taking a sip of it every now and then and enjoying the slight burn in your throat the drink leaves in its wake.

It isn’t long before Dean hands you your second glass, grinning. “Dare you to drink it in seven seconds,” he says, challenging you as he takes a sip of his drink himself, knowing full well you won’t be able to refuse. That’s all part of the game, refusing is losing. And you both were just too damn stubborn to lose.

You chuckle, rolling your eyes, knowing just as well this was just a warm-up and a challenge you could easily fulfil. You don’t even bother asking what it gets you. You don’t care. You have nowhere to be tomorrow, except for Dean you’re surrounded by people you don’t know and you’re ready to get wasted. “You’re on, Winchester,” you answer, smiling right back at him. You take the glass and chug its content down effortlessly, looking Dean straight in the eye as you do so. He doesn’t even bother counting either.

You are in for an interesting night.

As soon as you slam your empty glass down on the bar, Dean motions for the barman, telling him to keep ‘em coming before sliding him some bills in advance. Almost instantly your glasses get replaced with new ones.

You take a sip, still grinning to yourself, when a voice speaks up besides you. Looking over you notice two men sitting on the seats next you. They don’t look like they mean any trouble so you just flash them a smile and hum in response.

“We overheard your little bet over there,” he continues. “Are the two of you in for a game?” he asks, his companion nodding along to his words.

You look back at Dean, interest obviously sparked, with raised eyebrows. Silently questioning if he’s in. As soon as a mischievous grin appears on his face you know: it’s on. “What do you have in mind?” you reply, smirking as well.

“Ever heard of a game called Medusa?” he asks, and when the both of you shake your head he begins explaining. “It’s actually quite simple. The four of us shut our eyes, one of us alternatively counting down from three to zero. On the count of zero everyone opens their eyes and stares directly at someone else. As soon as you lock eyes with someone you yell ‘Medusa’ and the person who says it last has to drink. You’re in the clear if you don’t lock eyes but, just a heads up, that doesn’t happen very often,” he says. “Get it?”

You nod, Dean mimicking you, and begin the first round. Even though you’d never heard of the game before, you get the gist of it pretty quickly and discover that you absolutely suck at it. You’d figured that with you being a hunter and all you’d be able to react faster but it turns out you were wrong. It seems to be working for Dean though, he’s barely lost a round so far.

After a couple of rounds the two men call it quits, assuring you that if they ever meet you again they’ll challenge you for a rematch. You laugh and thank them, letting them know that of course you’d never back down from a challenge like that, before they pay for their drinks and leave.

“That was interesting,” Dean says, looking down at all the empty glasses the barman has yet to clear up.

“Yeah you were pretty good,” you remark.

He chuckles, now looking up and gazing over at you. You’ve taken off your flannel, showing off more skin than you usually do, and your cheeks are burning red. He’s lost count of how much the two of you’ve had so far, but he figures you must’ve had one hell of a lot more than him. “Well I had to balance us out somehow,” he deadpans, making you laugh.

“Yeah.. I sure sucked.”

You stay silent for a while then. Both listening to the music on the radio as you silently enjoy each other’s company. You’ve lost count of the amount of drinks too. But you know you’ve had too many to really care about it anymore. Your eyes lazily scan the crowd once more. The room doesn’t look as full as when you entered, but it’s still pretty crowded. There’s all sorts of people sitting together, laughing, drinking. For a moment you wonder how many of them are here just to forget something they’re running from for one night.

But Dean doesn’t give you to much time to wonder. “Okay, truth or dare.” He asks, interrupting your train of thought.

You roll your eyes, not entirely sure  if he’s being serious or just messing with you. “Really? We’re doing this?” you respond, but you know you love these kind of things and you’ve already got your answer prepared.

“Truth or dare?” he simply repeats.

“Fine,” you say, rotating on your stool to face him and make it easier to play. “Dare.”

He smiles, the lines around his eyes crinkling, probably already knowing that’s what you were going to go for anyways. Yet he doesn’t seem to have a dare prepared because it takes him some time to come up with one. “I dare you.. to do three shots of Devil’s Spring Vodka.”

“That’s the best you can come up with?” you scoff, almost disappointed that’s all you have to do. Sure, it’s a drink that contains a lot of alcohol, but vodka just happens to be one of your specialities. And Dean’s well aware of it too. You order the shots anyways, waving a few bills in the air before you get someone’s attention, and knock them back easily, not even making a face. It’s a slight bluff though, the vodka is burning like a bitch, but you’d be damned if you let Dean notice. “Done,” you say, keeping your voice as normal as possible while trying not to cough. “Your turn.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you,” you start, wiggling your eyebrows as you let the suspense build a little. “To take five.”

Dean shakes his head in disapproval. “How creative,” he remarks, but ordering and drinking nonetheless.

The two of you continue your little game of truth or dare for a while, the hours slowly ticking by. As the bar gets emptier, you just get more drunk. Without even noticing you start slurring your words, the world appearing to be a whole lot funnier compared to when you entered the bar.

As you reach for yet another glass, the barman stops you. “I think you’ve had enough,” he states, taking the glass out of your hand and putting it behind the bar. “And if you keep on going like that it won’t be long before you’ll have to,” he tells Dean. “You’re done.”

“Aww you’re no fun,” you whine, pouting, but he’s already moved on to another customer.

Dean chuckles besides you, pulling some more bills out of his wallet to cover for both your drinks and throwing them on the bar before he pushes himself of his stool. “He’s right, let’s go,” he orders you.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, frowning. “I don’t wanna go,” you exaggerate, shaking your head and pouting as a little child would when he doesn’t get what he wants. You quickly stop shaking though because it’s making you nauseous.

“I know sweetheart,” he smiles, holding his hand out for you. “But we’re gonna. C’mon gimme your hand.”

Ultimately you give in, groaning once more to display your dismay about the situation before taking Dean’s hand and sliding off the stool. “Woah, world’s spinning,” you mumble as you stand up straight and your vision goes blurry.

“Yeah okay, we’re definitely going,” Dean states, voice clearer now he’s aware of just how far you’ve taken it. Thinking of it, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen you this far gone many times before. Especially not when you’re out in public. He’s still not sure just how much you’ve had, but it must be more than he’s had. As he guides you outside, one of his hands still holding yours while the other one is resting on your back to guide and support you, he makes a mental note not to let you play Medusa or anything even remotely like it again anytime soon.

The walk home takes longer than the way there, but Dean manages to get the two of you home safely, much to his relief. He’s had to catch you a couple times because you stumbled over your own feet, but aside from that you’d done okay. Physically at least. Your filter was long gone and you were talking about things he was sure you wouldn’t have had you been sober.

“Dean?” you ask as the both of you stand in the middle of the poorly lit library, Sam having let only a few lights on, still holding his hand.

“Yes sweetheart?” he answers, hardly able to repress a smile about your current state now you were home safely. He decides he actually kind of likes this look on you. Your hair falling loosely over your shoulders, shoulders that, for once, don’t seem tense but relaxed. He likes how you’re not worrying about everything, as he knows you usually do.

“I love you,” you say.

“Sure sweetheart,” he chuckles. “I know.” He plays it off, doubting you’ll even remember this in the morning, but he’d be lying if he said this didn’t make him feel some type of way. He’d been denying it to Sam every time Sam asked or made a comment about it, but he’d had a crush on you for months now. He was just too nervous to make a move on you, unsure you felt the same and not wanting to mess anything up between the two of you. Even though you’re drunk and he doubts you really mean it, hearing you say it was making his stomach go crazy.

“I mean it!” you pout, stomping your foot down.

“Okay, how about you tell me that again in the morning,” he says while walking towards your bedroom, softly pulling you along with him, making sure not to hurt you in the process.

“I will,” you say with such determination Dean almost lets himself believe it.

Upon entering your room you immediately let your body fall facedown onto your bed with a groan, causing Dean to chuckle.

“Sweetheart you can’t sleep in your clothes like that. At least put on your sweatpants,” he bargains, still smiling.

“I don’t wanna,” you whine, turning around so you’re laying on your back. “You do it.”

He hesitates for a second, wondering what would happen if Sam would walk in right when he’s pulling down your pants, seeing as your not exactly being quiet that wouldn’t be a surprise, or if you start asking questions about it tomorrow. But as you add a soft please he feels himself reaching for your sweatpants almost automatically, knowing exactly where you always put them, unable resist and wanting to help you.

So he changes your pants, covers you with a blanket and quickly runs out to get you a glass of water and some aspirin and puts it down on your nightstand. When he’s done you seem to have fallen asleep already, so he presses a featherlight kiss to your temple, careful not to wake you, and moves towards the door. Glancing over at you one more time, ready to turn off the lights and go to sleep as well, but the sound of your voice stops him.

“Please stay with me?” you ask in a whisper. “Please?”

He knows maybe he shouldn’t, not sure whether you’d regret asking it in the morning, but he can’t stop himself. Can’t stop himself from shutting your door, turning of the lights and walking back towards your bed to lay down besides you, quickly kicking off his shoes before he does so. “Of course sweetheart,” he whispers back, getting comfortable enough before shutting his eyes and letting himself drift off.

[fredbearings]

phone dude and fright guard headcanons!!

i’ve been dyin to talk about my sweet beans for a while. 

their names are aaron and samantha, respectively!! the fright guard goes by sam. phone dude is male and fright guard is female

they’re lifelong best friends. they met in kindergarten and only became friends after aaron ate a fistful of paste during arts and crafts like it was nothing. like just shoved his damn hand in the jar and ate it with no qualms. she decided that kid was somebody she wanted to be friends with

assuming fnaf 3 takes place in 2015 (2022 would make more sense but i’m so used to ‘15), they were born in 1994. they missed freddy fazbear’s by a year and aaron decided he was perpetually upset about that and always complained that they never got to go. this lead him to become a huuuuuge fanboy of the franchise and became fascinated by the murders. he could tell you the names of all the victims and theorizes on online boards who committed the crime, could tell you the entire company history off of the top of his head, and owns several pieces of memorabilia he bought off of ebay for asinine prices

building on this, his entire youtube history consists of the few robotics conferences that were recorded of will and michael. he has sketches of the spring suits based off of what was shown in those conferences and discusses them on said online boards

he idolizes william afton. KEEP IN MIND--nobody knows he did it. as far as aaron would know, he would be this genius who created such an amazing and tragic franchise and took a big step for the robotics industry. to aaron, he was just this business tycoon who he thought was really damn cool. little does he know that william is an absolute asshole and a piece of burning garbage but

he will vehemently deny that the aftons had any involvement in the murders. he thinks it would be absolutely absurd for william or michael to have done it because of their involvement in the company and instead usually pins the blame on some random, obscure employee that seemed ‘suspicious’ to him

absolute 90s kids. sam’s dorm is decorated with lisa frank stickers and riddled with the same furbies she used to play with as a kid. she keeps a tamagotchi on her purse.

oh, they’re college students!! sam is studying animation and aaron is studying chemistry

their jobs at the amusement park are their summer jobs

aaron is a stoner, but that’s p much a given. sam heavily disapproves of his fixation on it and often will make jabs at him if she can smell it on him, sees him smoking it, etc.

he is directly responsible for the phantoms. that is second hand high and sam nearly murders him for hindering her senses even a little

that ‘uh oh, gotta go’ phone call was bc he was about to get caught doing that stuff on the job. but that’s also a fandom wide hc

he was v likely high when he found spring, which is why he didn’t take any notice as to how there were guts spilling out the front or that, y’know, there was a human in there. if michael tried talking to him, it probably came out as a garble and aaron was too impaired to think it was anything but the drugs, which would also explain why he ignored the rot

total weeaboos. sailor moon is their favorite.

sam tries to get ahold of aaron after every night shift to find out what the hell kind of a prank he was pulling on her, but she can never find him/he won’t answer his phone. obviously he found a way to get ahold of HER, thus the calls

sam is terrified of springtrap. he’s gotten dangerously close to catching her before and being as she doesn’t know why the hell his eyes look so human, she nearly passes out any time he gets near her from the nerves. that on top of system failure is no good

she can’t find a way out of the fright when it burns. being as the building had been shabbily made and stuffed full of artifacts, all her exits were blocked. she runs around with no luck, and eventually blacks out from the lack of oxygen. spring finds her in the rubble and panics, pulling her out and waking her up to make sure she was okay. understandably, she freaks the hell out and blacks out yet again out of fear. spring decides to finally just lay her on the bench in the midway and escape before he was caught again, but that’s a whole other post

aaron has messy brunette hair and usually wears hoodies and jeans. sam has long, light pink hair that she ties into a ponytail at the top of her head and wears loose clothing, like tank tops and shorts. every single outfit she owns is adorable 

[zarduhasselfrau]

No offence but my True Ry.der twins are both cute as fuck like genuinely adorable I hate that taking pictures in orig.in is so much hassle but here’s some fun facts

Dakota and Scott (I’m doing a Scott playthrough now and it. Is painful. 2 hear them call Dakota Sara.) Dakota’s my main girl obviously but in an alternate universe Scott’s the chosen one.

Red haired blue eyed twins they’re adorable, and yeah they’re identical. Dakota is trans.

They are both very gay.

Dakota has a scar on the right half of her face and Scott has the continuation of that scar on the left side of his face because they both charged the fuck in to a fight they were absolutely not ready for and got hit by something together because they’re reckless 20-something twins of course they fucking did that.

Dakota is all about heart: charges into fights so her team don’t have to fight as hard, one of her main abilities is shielding, has the ‘scrapper’ past bc she kept rushing into fights to protect her team. She takes everyone’s problems on as her own, always makes choices that her team/family approve of. She takes being older by a minute VERY seriously and she would have been very ‘casual’ in andromeda but now she’s Super aware her team and other people’s lives DEPEND on her so she’s much more cautious - emotional and professional options.

Scott is way more super casual he’s rebellious as fuck and both Dakota and their dad treated him like a Real little brother. He’s motivated by others much like his sister but he’s also. Kind of useless and the family baby.

Dakota loves their dad, wants him to love them. Scott doesn’t trust their dad as far as Dakota can biotic throw him which is pretty damn far.

Both very Overpowered biot.ics something they got from/because of their parents and their research. Their dad was lowkey worried it would make them sick too and always seemed disapproving whenever they used them too much. It kind of put a strain on their relationships. They thought he was disapproving of how much fun they were having with them, or just disapproving of them in general bc he’s Dad and uninvolved in their lives. All they ever saw biot.ics as was Fun bc it let them zip around.

Scott favors weaponry over biot.ics though. Dakota is the Charge And Nova Demon from hell and this is PARTLY because she idolised Natasha She.pard back in the Milky Way and wants to fight just like she did. 

Dakota is a useless gay who screams when she thinks about ve.tra and scott is going 2 romance gil.

Dakota sees pe.ebe.e as a little sister bc she REALLY reminds her of scott. Scott sees pe.ebe.e as the best friend he has ever fucking had bc they’re both equally reckless.

Ve.tra and Dakota r trying to mom an entire ship w/ Le.xi and grandpa dr.ack. Scott is leading the rebellion of “Stupid Kids With A Pyja.ck Mascot”.

BOTH OF THEM see Co.ra as a big sister but like. Scott sees her as a cool big sister and Dakota sees her as the older sister she always wanted but never had who she can actually turn 2 for HELP in this SHITFEST she has been stuck with.

Scott and Sid are “Our Sisters Started Dating And Now They’re Tag-Team Nagging Us” bffs

Dakota and Scott have both accidentally called SAM “dad” that’s the joke an AI is better at being a dad to them than their actual dad.