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divijohm · 1 year

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Can you do proxies+creeps with and s/o who has taskmaster powers? (If you don't know his powers its basics copying everymove and wepon ability, basically a copycat ^^)

S/o with mirroring/copycat powers

Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, EJ, Jeff, Slenderman

A/n:I really hope I did the characters you would like to see here, if not you can absolutely request again! Also I absolutely love mirroring powers is so so so great! I've always thought about making an oc with those but I have a problem I always make Mary Sues/first born demon child god princess fairy hero if I'm not very very careful so I keep postponing the idea

🪞 I feel like you guys meet when you're wandering in the forest, they tried to attack you and you mirrored their attack and all that shit.

🪞 After that Slender ""discovered"" you and recruited you as a proxy and you started becoming closer with them eventually ended up dating

★ Toby ★

🪞 This man. He's an absolute Simp.

🪞 Since he first saw you, he was already into you.

🪞 When he discovered that you're a super badass that can copy even the most powerful of beings, he was down HARD

🪞 Asks you to copy his Skills and fight with someone so he can see his flaws from an outsider perspective

🪞 He finds it hilarious when you copy the supernatural power of a creep that doesn't know that you're a copycat. "Their faces are priceless" in his words

🪞 I feel like you as a copycat would have a lot of existencial crises about who you really are and shit. Toby is not great with words but he'll do anything to prove to you that you're more than a copycat

★ Masky ★

🪞 When he's in front of you he acts like he don't give a flying fuck to your copycat powers, but when he knows you aren't seeing him/in his head he's simping for it

🪞 He's a bragger, this man would normally brag about you just because you're his s/o, but you're his s/o AND have super badass powers???? This man won't shut up about you.

🪞 You both love playing fight, you'll copycat Tim just because pisses him off and it'll end up on a tie

🪞 He gets kinda jealous when you copy other creeps skills, he isn't sure why though maybe is possessiveness. And he will show that he's jealous

🪞 As said before, lots of existencial crises. Tim sucks at comforting but we'll stay by your side for as long as the crises last. He won't do much more than that but I guess the thought that counts

🪞 he knows how to play the piano and would let you copy his skill if you don't just to watch you play.

★ Hoodie ★

🪞 He's your n°1 fan and hype man

🪞 Brian will film his s/o a lot but now that will double just because he wants to record ALL the times you're fighting. For him to simp later and for you to see were you could've been better.

🪞 He won't brag about you as much as masky does but he'll brag.

🪞 Existencial Crises, AGAIN. This man is the best person to come to when you need confort, he knows exactly what to say and do to make you feel unique and loved. He'll always be reminding you that you're your own person and much much more than just a copycat.

🪞 will get protective if anyone make fun of/threaten you. Not because he doesn't think you're able to defend yourself, but because he loves you and would prefer that he gets hurt instead of you.

🪞 Like Masky, Brian will be kinda jealous when you copy someone's power/skill. He won't show it though.

★ Kate ★

🪞 This woman won't show much but know that she's down HARD for you. An absolute Simp, but only you are allowed to know this.

🪞 She really likes your copycat powers, to her is a form of connection with other beings more than a "aha! I have the same shit as you do now we're equal in fight"

🪞 Praise. Lots of it, ESPECIALLY if you're insegure. She won't shut up about how amazing you're

🪞 She's not as bad as masky comforting your crises but she isn't particularly good at it either. I mean, she does her best but feelings are hard for her to grasp over.

🪞 Will watch you fight everytime she can, training? She's there helping you. You're going on a mission that may involve fighting? She's right behind you. You started to call her puppy because she keep following you around lmao

🪞 Pictures, lots of them. Pictures of you fighting, of you sleeping, of you both together, lots and lots of pictures.

★ Eyeless Jack ★

🪞 He's pretty chill about your powers. He finds it impressive of course, but he won't be all over you just because of it.

🪞 He can't see very well, but like feeling you fight (with the wind movement and stuff) weirdly it calms him down when he knows you're just training and not in actual danger

🪞 Will do an extensive study in your powers and how they work and came to be so you can buff it to the maximum

🪞He can hear your heart beat, and he finds it intriguing that it changes to match the person you're copycating, like that person's blood is now yours.

🪞 It's been a long time since Jack was human, so he already lost the grasp on things like "not feeling unique" and shit. So he won't really know how to help you with your crises, but he'll do a in depth study about how confort people and how you like to be comforted to be the best he can be.

🪞 Will always patch you up when you get injured, and kiss the patches after

★ Jeff ★

🪞 will call your powers cheating.

🪞 Always helps you train, everytime you need it. Jeff will stop everything he's doing to help you. Even if you don't ask. He'll be there, and will complain that you're making him do phisical exercise (he's in denial)

🪞 Bully you out of affection, since you got to the mansion he calls you Copy kitty, because copycat didn't really affect you in the begging, so he switched to kitty and calls you that ever since. You rolling your eyes to him is like a praise to this fucker

🪞 Finds you an overpowered motherfucker and that's why he loves you

🪞 You'll always copy his skills out of spite. He won't admit but he love it

🪞 He won't let you know, but he was down bad for you as soon as he saw you

★ Slenderman ★

🪞 Honestly, he was surprised when he first saw you use your powers. He's hundred of years old but is not every day you see a literal copycat

🪞 He find you very annoying at first, you were the kind to not take a "because I said so" for an answer so you would always bug him on the why he wanted you to do something.He loves your questioning nature now that he grew used to it. Although it doesn't stop him from finding it super annoying

🪞 Will always watch you from afar. Especially when he sends you in a mission that he considers risky. He trusts your skills obviously but he can't help but being worried

🪞 As an Eldritch horror, he doesn't quite grasp human emotions. He's a logic person. So as you guessed, he sucks at comforting you

🪞 Tentacles. You love them and you love copying them. He doesn't understand why.

🪞 Unlike the other pastas, you don't fight, training or play fight. Slenderman won't budge for the play fight and he says is a waste of your time if you both train together.

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hollybell51 · 2 years

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ok i know you said requests are backlogged but i also read your sam winchester fic (oh my god???? so good!!!!!) and i noticed that you put dean on your tag list form and i am literally in love with him so if you get time could you do like a hurt/confort fic for him where the reader gets like seriously injured and tells him she loves him because she thinks she's dying and doesn't wanna die without saying it?

Anon you are in luck, the supernatural brainrot is still going strong. Also if you wanna be tagged in stuff make sure you submit responses to that form otherwise I don't know what usernames to put xx

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Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Supernatural (2005)

Word count: 5.8K

Summary: hunting a ghost that only seems to attack young women, you volunteer yourself as bait. The plan doesn't exactly go to plan, leading to some confessions being made.

Content: ANGST. Angst, besties. Hurt/comfort, mainly hurt but there is some comfort there, whump (sorta), mostly Dean's perspective but still second person narrative voice (loml), probably bad characterisation but I think it's passable???? Sam is like the no. 1 Dean/you shipper, A+ wingman. Badly written emotional vulnerability but I tried I promise. Kissing, first kisses, "I love you"s, bit of blood but not too explicit, hospitals, etc. etc. Dean is a warning on his own but yknow what I love him. I may have missed some stuff so please don't hesitate to catch me on it!

Notes: ft. my freaking awful titles lmaoooo. This isn't really set during any actual episode, but I'm sorta working off only having watched the first two seasons so just assume it takes place somewhere around then. Also the more I watch this the more I just wanna grab him and put him in my pocket or something, it's so bizarre. He's so pretty. I love his cockiness, I love the little eyebrow thing he does, I love the little jaw thing he does. Sorry if I messed up any lore or anything, writing this was a fever dream but tbh I had fun, it's nice to just sorta write you know? Thanks for the suggestion Anon

“Guys, can you hurry up?”

Dean glanced over his shoulder, frantically sprinkling fuel over the exposed corpse below. He couldn’t see all that much in the darkness, but it didn’t exactly look like you had the upper hand. None of them had realised how big the ghost was until now, and with the machete it was currently slashing at you…

“Almost there!” Sam shouted, striking a match and casting it into the grave. The remains went up with a “whoomp!”, the ghost howled and stumbled back. It was difficult to really know what happened in those few moments as the light from the burning remains glinted off the metal of the machete and the ghost shimmered and began to disappear, but what was clear was that something had happened to you.

“Fuck,” you groaned, dropping your own weapon with a dull thud. You staggered, catching yourself on a headstone before your knees gave out and you sank to the ground. You were hunched over awkwardly, your shoulders heaving, hands clutched tight to your stomach.

“(Y/N)?” Dean asked, frowning. Were you hurt? Just out of breath?

“I’m alright,” you called. “Just… give me a second.”

“Shit,” Sam muttered, dropping the salt and packet of matches and running towards you. “Dean!” he yelled as he knelt down, stripping off his jacket and balling it up, pressing it to your stomach.

No, Dean thought. No, no, no, no. He was frozen, the can of fuel dangling limply from his fingers. He’d known using you as bait for a psychotic ghost murderer was a bad idea, even when you’d insisted that you’d be fine. It wasn't that he didn’t think you could handle it – he’d seen you in action enough times to know you were a force to be reckoned with – but he’d had a horrible feeling something was going to go wrong from the moment you’d laid out your plan.

“He goes after girls, right?” You’d had an uncomfortable light in your eyes, all steely determination that Dean simultaneously loved and hated. Loved because, well, it was so you and it meant you were getting shit done, hated because more often than not you were putting yourself in danger. And yes, he was aware of the hypocrisy.

He’d tried to talk you out of it, Sam had too. But once your mind was set – and set it was – no amount of convincing on anyone’s part could do anything about it. The second the idea had begun to form in your brain, the path was laid and there was no point trying to change that.

“You better get over here man, quick!” Sam’s voice dropped, but wasn’t quiet enough that Dean couldn’t hear his next words, addressed to you. “Just hold on, Dean’s coming. Keep breathing, ok?”

Fuck, that didn’t sound good. Dean’s limbs jerked back to life. He didn’t waste another second, sprinting the few metres through the forest of tombstones to where his brother was bent over you.

“Don’t just stand there!” Sam yelled, one hand pressing his jacket to your stomach. “Help me!”

It was like his body was moving on autopilot, kneeling beside you and taking over from Sam without any input from Dean himself. Dully, he noticed that there was already a warm, damp patch on the jacket, as well as a dark spot glistening darkly over your side. Shit.

“I’ll be fine,” you’d insisted when he'd raised his doubts. “I’ve got you guys. You just burn the bones fast, I reckon I can hold him off for a few minutes.” Then you’d shrugged, grinning. “And if it all goes to hell, I know you’ve got my back.”

Yeah, fat lot of help they’d been.

“What happened?” he asked.

“He got me on his way out,” you laughed bitterly. “Can you believe that? Halfway gone and he just–” You broke off, making a vague slashing gesture with your free hand. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“No, no you did fine. We shoulda been quicker.” Dean assured you, pressing harder. “Sorry,” he muttered as you let out a pained whimper.

“‘Salright,” you grimaced. “My fault. Dean, I gotta–”

“Shh, no, it’s fine. It’s ok, you’ll be ok.”

You shook your head, tears mixing with the sweat on your face. He watched one trace a path through the dirt caked on your skin. “It’s important, please.”

He shook his head. “The only thing that’s important right now is keeping your eyes open, yeah? Just… just do that.”

“I’m calling 911,” Sam said. “Just stay there, don’t move.”

“I’m not planning on taking off, don’t worry.” You smiled tightly, then your face twisted in what Dean thought was fear, panic even. It was like a punch to his stomach, he hadn’t seen you look that scared since… Well, ever. Your hand fumbled over his, trying to find something to grab.

“It’s alright,” he told you, pressing on the jacked one-handed as the fingers of the other one twined with your own. “It’s alright, (Y/N).”

“No, no Dean, you have to burn me. Make sure you salt me, uh… Sage, use sage too.”

He felt the blood drain from his face, cold rushing through him. “What?”

“Please,” you begged, your voice breaking. “I don’t wanna hurt anyone. You have to get rid of me, ok?”

Oh God. Oh God. Dean looked up, searching frantically for Sam. He was watching you while he talked to the emergency operator, his fist pressed against his mouth and his hand shaking where he held the phone. He met Dean’s eyes, shaking his head.

“You’re not gonna hurt anyone because you’re not going anywhere.” Dean’s voice was blessedly steady, despite the uncomfortable lump in his throat.

“Promise me,” you whispered, then shouted when he didn’t respond. “Promise me, Dean!”

He gripped your hand tighter, your own fingers digging harshly into his flesh. “I promise you will be ok,” he said.

You sobbed, your body heaving under the rapidly dampening jacket. That was way too much blood for Dean’s liking, and judging by the increasing urgency of Sam’s quiet conversation on the phone, he felt the same.

Your panicked gaze locked on Dean’s face, tears coursing down your cheeks. “I don’t wanna go,” you choked. “I didn’t tell you. I can’t go.”

Didn’t tell him what? It didn’t matter. He squeezed your hand in what he hoped was a more reassuring than painful way. “It’s ok, you’re not going anywhere, alright? You’re staying right here, I’ve got you.”

“You’ve gotta listen to me, Dean–”

“No, tell me later. Just hold on, save your energy.”

“Dean–”

“(Y/N) hold on!”

“Dean!”

“Dean, listen to her.” Sam had finished on the phone, the screen shining eerily on his face. At Dean’s raised eyebrow he gave a tiny nod. Yeah, there was an ambulance on the way.

“Sam, she is not gonna die.” He shook his head, turning back to you. “We’ve got all the time in the world, ok sweetheart?” He searched frantically for something to say, anything to keep your attention. He was no doctor, but he knew it would be bad if you passed out. Very bad.

“Uh… fuck.” He broke off, floundering. What would keep you awake? What could he possibly say after you’d just made him promise to get rid of your spirit once you were dead, which was not going to happen.

“It’s actually not a bad night,” he started, already kicking himself mentally. “Bit of a breeze. I guess it’s sheltered down there, you’ve got a nice, uh, headstone blocking it. Ground’s not too bad either, not too hard. Glad it’s not gravel, my knees’re killing me.”

A watery laugh clawed its way from you before another sob wracked your body. “Dean, I gotta tell you…”

“Can you see the stars from down there?” he asked, cutting you off. “I bet they’re bright out here. No light pollution.” He grabbed your hand as your fingers loosened their grip, dread settling like a stone in his stomach.

Your eyes wandered away from his face, sweeping over the space behind him. You nodded, but the haziness that had slid over your face didn’t do anything to help Dean’s panic, especially now that you weren’t holding his hand nearly as tightly as you had been.

“Wait,” he said, squeezing your fingers. “Just focus on me, keep looking at me.”

Your eyes swung back to his. “Please,” you whispered. “Please Dean, listen to me”

Sam’s hand settled on his shoulder, large and heavy. He nodded to your face when Dean glanced at him, and to his horror he realised there were specks of blood on your lips.

He swallowed hard. He hadn’t realised, but this was probably one of the worst moments of his life. He’d entirely ignored even the possibility of you being injured, let alone dying – just thinking the word felt wrong – since you’d joined him and Sam, doggedly refusing to acknowledge the near physical ache the idea of your absence caused. Now it was happening, right in front of him. Heat prickled behind his eyes.

He took a deep breath, steadying his voice. “Yeah, alright sweetheart. You tell me, I’m listening.”

Relief washed over your face. “I wanted to say it,” you whispered, “before. I didn’t want it like this.”

“It’s ok. Sh, it’s ok.”

Your body convulsed under his hand with another sob, more blood leaking from the corners of your mouth. “I love you,” you choked. “I love you so much. I don’t wanna get stuck because I never told you.”

Oh. Oh. Dean’s mind went blank, then crashed right back into his skull. It was like swinging on a swing, at the peak of the arc where you floated a little before you started going down again. Yeah, that was his brain in that moment. Of course you’d have the guts to say it when he didn’t, even if it was out of fear of becoming an angry ghost. He cursed the universe and its cruel sense of humour. He faced horrors beyond most people’s imaginations almost every day, but still couldn’t say three simple words when he wanted to more than anything, and now you’d taken the first step for him and it was because you thought you were about to die. Someone up there must have hated his guts.

“I know,” he said finally, nodding. “I know you do. Hold on, ok? There’s an ambulance, it’s gonna get here any minute” It wasn’t what he wanted to tell you, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make his mouth cooperate.

You smiled, your grip on his hand all but nonexistent now. Your breathing was getting shallower by the second, your eyes unfocussed and no longer trained on his face. It was like now that you’d said your piece, you weren’t even trying to stay awake. He didn’t like to be too dramatic, but he was almost convinced that he was the one who’d been stabbed, not you.

“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), not you. Please, not you.”

A wailing siren sounded in the distance, blue and red lights flashing rapidly brighter as the ambulance drew closer.

“Just a few more minutes,” Sam said, pacing. His eyes never left your face. “Come on, (Y/N), any second now.”

You were perfectly still, too still. Dean leant over, careful to keep applying pressure to your stomach as he listened for breath. The faintest hint of it brushed his cheek, not enough. He blinked hard, holding you against his chest, his face pressed into your hair. It still smelled like the cheap shampoo from the most recent motel, mixed with blood and dirt and sweat. It should have been disgusting, but to Dean it smelled so right. He wondered what that said about his lifestyle choices.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice choked. “(Y/N)...”

Your hand slipped from his, and it was like a damn breaking. He felt his shoulders jerk, something between a sob and a grunt torn from him.

“I love you too,” he whispered, clinging so tightly to you he was half scared he was going to hurt you. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, (Y/N), I love you.”

The siren was deafening as the ambulance skidded to a stop, Sam waving frantically to the paramedics swarming the graveyard. Someone pulled Dean back despite his protests. Cold stung his cheeks, the breeze from earlier having turned into a wind. It vaguely occurred to him that the reason it was so cold on his face was because he was crying.

Everything was a blur as you were engulfed by uniformed paramedics, your limp form lifted onto a stretcher and born away into the vehicle. Someone tried to talk to him before Sam, uncannily put together and coherent, spoke to them and explained. There was a lot of nodding and “thankyou”s, then Dean was being loaded into the Impala like a little kid and Sam was driving like you were in the back seat instead of in the ambulance.

All he was aware of at the hospital was Sam’s hand gripping his arm, muttering that he needed to pull it together “for her, man.” The harsh, clinical lights and the rush that everyone seemed to be in wasn’t helping Dean’s panic, every prone body he glimpsed taking on your face until he blinked and it was a complete stranger. What if the unthinkable really happened? What if you died, and he hadn’t been able to save you, keep you safe like you’d been so sure he would? What if you really did linger as a tormented spirit, what if he and Sam had to hunt you, get rid of you like you’d said? He didn’t know if he’d be able to do that.

Finally, a serious looking man with a clipboard and a badge approached them. “Are you with the young woman–” he glanced at the clipboard, “(Y/N), who just came in?”

“Yes,” Sam said quickly. “Yeah, how is she? Is she alright?”

“She’s damn lucky someone put as much pressure as they did on that cut,” he sighed. “She’s lost a lot of blood, but she’s stable.”

Dean let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide their shaking.

“Thankyou,” Sam smiled. “Thank you, doctor. When can we see her?”

He frowned at the clipboard again, tapping his fingers on the plastic. “Well she’s unconscious, I daresay she will be for a while yet.”

“Please,” Dean interrupted. “I– we just need to see her.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “You boys family?”

“Brothers,” Sam lied at the same time as Dean said “husband.”

“I’m her husband,” he went on, ignoring the little flip his stomach did. Somehow, the familiar lie felt different now that he’d told you how he felt, even if you hadn’t heard. “He’s my brother in law.”

“Ok,” he shrugged, “but she won’t… Well, she was stabbed. There’s a lot of tubes, bandages, and she’s out cold. It might be…” He stopped, sighing. “Some people find it confronting, seeing their loved ones like this.”

Dean felt Sam glance at him, but he ignored it. “Trust me,” he said with a tight smile, “I’ve seen worse.”

He had not, as it turned out, seen worse. You were completely still apart from the gentle rise and fall of your chest, a thin cotton blanket pulled up and tucked in with clinical precision around your ribs. You had a little cut on your forehead that Dean hadn’t noticed at the graveyard. A drip trailed from the back of your hand to a cluster of bags suspended above you, a thin plastic tube wrapped around your head just under your nose. Oxygen, he assumed. If he ignored all that, you could have been sleeping.

Sam pushed the door open softly, as if he was afraid he’d wake you up. Dean hesitated a moment, then followed him inside. Up close, he could see the light sheen of sweat on your forehead, the darkness under your eyes, the pallor of your lips and cheeks. He reached out to touch you, maybe lay his hand on your forehead or smooth your hair away from your face, but drew his hand back at the last moment. He didn’t want to somehow unbalance you from whatever tightrope you were walking right now, even though he knew that was illogical. Still, even breathing the same air felt somehow dangerous for you.

“Did she tell you?” he asked Sam eventually.

“That she loves you?” He didn’t give Dean a chance to explain that he hadn’t meant that, that he’d been talking about your fear of not-quite-death. “She never said it outright, but I sort of worked it out, y’know? You guys weren’t really that subtle.”

Dean frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just…” He shrugged, gesturing vaguely between your prone form and Dean. “You’re always looking at her, when you think she can’t see you. She does the same. Always just sorta… doing little things for each other. And you’re always touching her, I don’t know if you realised.”

“Huh. I didn’t.” It was true, although it didn’t really surprise him. He liked the little smile you gave him whenever he picked something up from a store for you – a favourite candy, something you’d mentioned you felt like – and he’d just assumed when you did similar things for him it was because you were, well, you. But now that he thought about it, he couldn’t name half as many times when you’d taken the same care and effort for Sam. Not that you’d neglected his brother, it was just… slightly less personal, less specially catered. He felt a surge of warmth for you, then a pang as his eyes landed again on your too-pale face.

As for touching you, well, he wanted to. All the time. He wanted to put his hand on your shoulder, wrap his arms around your waist, hold you close and feel your heartbeat against his. Every brief half-hug or brush of your skin against his was something precious to him, so of course he’d want more. His mind flashed back to the tightness of your hand in his at the graveyard, the warm slick of your blood as you’d clung to him. Even that had been almost euphoric, past the raw terror and sickening dread. He was going to hold you like that again – under better circumstances – if it killed him.

“Yeah,” Sam went on. “She’s the same, actually.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I remember this one time, Illinois, I think. We got a motel room with the longest couch you've ever seen. You sat down in the corner, and she comes and sits right next to you! When she’s got, like, another two metres of space to choose from.”

Dean did remember that, actually. He remembered the rush he’d gotten as you’d squished up against his side, complaining that you were cold even though your skin had been warm to the touch. He still thought about it, sometimes. “Huh,” he said again.

“Yeah.” It was silent apart from the beeping of your monitor and the normal hospital sounds outside the room, then Sam turned and faced him. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Dean shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have let her put herself out there like that in the first place.”

“No, I was supposed to have her back. I shouldn’t have taken so long with the salt.”

He wasn’t wrong, Dean knew that, but it had been him who’d agreed to your plan. You’d put your faith in him just as much as you had in Sam, and he’d let you down. He hadn’t liked the whole thing from the start, but still he’d gone ahead with it. And now here you were, lying unconscious in a hospital bed, and Sam was beating himself up about it. It was all so wrong, and Dean could have stopped it so easily. But as he looked at you, he swore he could hear you snorting derisively at him, crossing your arms with a firm “bullshit!”

“It’s my choice,” you’d say. “You’re really gonna try to steal my credit?”

“She’d call bullshit on you, you know,” he said.

His brother shrugged, nodding. “Yeah, you too probably. She’d poke you, right here.” He reached around and stuck his finger firmly in the middle of Dean’s chest, right where you’d done countless times.

Despite himself, Dean smiled. Then your drip beeped and he was jerked painfully back to the present, and the problem at hand.

“Did you know she was so scared?” he asked. “Of, y’know…” Dying. Haunting someone. Getting stuck here, not being able to move on.

Sam didn’t answer for a moment, then he sighed, still looking at you. “She mentioned it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Why didn’t she tell me?

“She didn’t want me to. She thought you’d think… I don’t know, that she wouldn’t be able to do the job. She really didn’t want you to know she was scared, she was so worried about what you thought of her. She said you were…” He swallowed, cleared his throat, continued. “She said you were never scared, and she didn’t want you to think she was. Even when I told her we were all terrified.”

“Damn right,” Dean muttered. You’d done a great job at putting on such a brave front, he’d sometimes wondered if there was actually something wrong with you. Or maybe not wrong, but different. He’d never known anyone who could handle the things they did so well, not even his dad. It was something of a relief to know that there was more to it.

“She was convinced she’d be the type of person to get stuck,” he continued. “Kept saying she wouldn’t be able to move on, that she had too much that she was holding onto and she didn’t know how to let go.” He finally raised his head, looking at Dean with what he thought was pity. Any other time, that would have annoyed him.

“That’s why she said it,” he muttered, the uncomfortable lump back in his throat. When you woke up, he was going to give you a serious talk about timing.

Sam nodded.

“And she didn’t–” His voice broke, and he turned away. He wanted to punch something, put his fist through the wall or slam his hand down on the table, but he was too scared it would somehow disturb you. “I didn’t say it back.”

“Woah, hey.” Sam’s hand was firm on his shoulder, steadying him. “You did, man. You did.”

“I was too late! She was out!”

“Yeah, and you can tell her again when she wakes up.”

“What if–”

“No.” Sam shook his head firmly, fingers digging into Dean’s shoulder, anchoring him to the spot. “She’s waking up, and when she does you’re gonna ask her out on a proper date, she’s gonna say yes, and you’re gonna sort yourselves out like adults. Ok?”

Dean looked away. The prospect of asking you out suddenly felt enormous. Of course he’d taken girls on dates before, he knew what he was doing, but that had been more along the lines of “I think you’re cute and you’re clearly into me, let’s get dinner and then we can hook up.” He’d never faced “I’ve been pining over you for months and I was too scared to do anything about it but you almost died and told me you loved me – love, not like – and I have no idea where this is gonna go but Sam’s right and asking you out is probably the best next step even if it’s absolutely terrifying”. He was a total mess, and he knew it.

“Ok?” Sam asked again, insistent.

“Ok,” he agreed. “Ok.”

“Good.”

You didn’t wake up until a day later. Well, that was according to the time and date displayed on the clock opposite your bed. Dean didn’t really have any recollection of time actually passing.

He was slumped in the chair beside your bed, your hand held gently in his own as he dozed. He hadn’t let himself fully sleep since you’d been brought in, too afraid that something would happen while he was out, despite all Sam’s urging. Eventually he’d just sent his brother back to the motel, assuring him that he’d be fine on his own and that he wanted to be there for you when you came around.

He jerked out of his half-nap when your fingers twitched, cursing when his pain stabbed through his neck. Snoozing in hospital chairs was never a good idea.

“Fuck,” you groaned, frowning at the ceiling.

Dean cleared his throat, his mouth suddenly dry. “(Y/N)?”

You turned, your face clearing when you saw him. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart skip a beat. “Dean,” you whispered. “What’re you doing here?”

He shrugged, making to withdraw his hand, but your grip tightened. “I’m the ‘welcome back’ committee.”

“Oh.” You nodded, smiling softly. You ran your free hand over the bandage circling your waist, studying the IV embedded in your skin. “We got him, didn’t we?” you asked.

Right, the ghost. “Uh, yeah, he’s gone. Your plan worked,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

“It was a pretty good plan,” you grinned.

He shook his head. “It almost got you killed.”

“But it worked,” you insisted, your eyes shining. “He’s gone, Dean. Who knows how many people we saved?”

“And what about you, huh?”

You shrugged. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He took a deep breath, bending his head so you wouldn’t see the moisture he was sure he could feel gathering in his eyes. How were you so casual about it? It had been your life on the line, you who’d gotten stabbed, who’d been bleeding out, terrified of not dying properly and becoming a ghost yourself.

“Hey,” you said gently, your hand slipping from his, sliding up over his arm to rest hesitantly on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“You almost died, (Y/N). Sam told me, what you said about getting stuck, being unable to move on.”

You were silent for a moment, then you sighed. “Well it’s just awkward now that I’m still here.”

Despite himself, Dean laughed. He raised his head, placing his hand over yours, rubbing his thumb in a circle over it. Your skin was warm as ever, dry to the touch. It was such a contrast from the graveyard, one he was glad of. You smiled, some of the colour already returning to your face.

“I’ve always got your back,” he said, “no matter what. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I wanted to, I really wanted to. But I just… I don’t know, I just couldn’t. Every time I tried it was like this brick wall went up in my brain.” You shrugged, drawing your hand back as you shifted to sit more upright. Dean missed its warmth instantly. “You’re always so… unfazed, you know? It felt kinda stupid.”

He snorted. Sure, Sam had already told him what you’d said, but it was different coming from you.

You folded your arms, as if you’d just won an argument. “See?”

“Shit, (Y/N),” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not – what’d you say? – unfazed. This shit gets to me too, I just…” He thought, unsure how to phrase it. “I didn’t wanna scare you,” he finally settled for. “Didn’t want you to worry.”

“Oh.” You picked at a loose thread in the blanket, biting your lip. “And the other thing?”

“Yeah, the other thing.” He’d known this was coming, he’d tried to find the words as he’d sat beside you, waiting for you to wake up. He’d almost had it, he told himself. How hard could it be, after all?

“I didn’t wanna die with, like, unfinished business. That’s the main reason people stick around. It felt like if I didn’t get it out there, I wouldn’t ever be able to… keep going. Move on.” You swallowed, not meeting his eyes. “It’s ok,” you went on, “if you don’t, y’know, feel the same. I’d understand.”

So you hadn’t heard him. Dean wasn’t surprised, but some part of him had been clinging to the hope that somehow his words had gotten through to you even as you were bundled into the back of the ambulance.

He shook his head. “I just wish you’d said something before.”

You looked up, hope chasing confusion across your face. “What?”

“I wish you’d said something before,” he repeated. “It would’ve saved us both a lotta trouble.”

“I don’t…” You frowned. “What’re you…?”

He shrugged, his heart beating a million mph. “I love you too,” he said simply.

You blinked, opening your mouth to say something, closing it again. Slowly, a smile crept across your features. “Alright,” you grinned, way too smug for Dean’s liking. “Alright then.”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but the threat was empty and you both knew it.

You shifted again, leaning towards him. “Come here,” you said softly.

He stood, ignoring the ache in his back from the bloody uncomfortable chair.

Impatiently, you beckoned him closer.

He raised an eyebrow, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “Do I get to kiss you?”

“That’s the goal, yeah.” You rolled your eyes, tilting your face against his hand. Dean wasn’t fond of the whole “butterflies in your stomach” thing, but he had no idea how else to describe the feeling that tiny gesture conjured. It really was like someone had released a swarm of the things inside him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

You were watching him expectantly, almost like you were challenging him. “Go on,” your eyes seemed to be saying, “try it.”

He did. Your lips were softer than he’d expected, and just as warm as your hands. You made a sound somewhere in the realm of a sigh as his hand slid down to rest on your shoulder, pushing gently towards him, your own fingers running over his jaw to brush along the back of his neck. He couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to kiss you, and now that he’d finally taken the plunge, he never wanted to stop.

But he had to breathe, unfortunately, and so did you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” you whispered. You were still close enough that he could feel the words against his skin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he replied.

You laughed, a soft, breathy sound, and closed the tiny gap once more. “I love you,” you murmured between kisses, “and I’m sorry it took me almost dying to say it.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that too.”

The door handle clicked, the hinges squealing. “Ok, so I ran into the doctor on the way in— woah.”

Dean stood up so fast he almost overbalanced.

Sam was standing in the doorway with a disposable coffee cup in each hand, his mouth hanging open as he stared from you to Dean and back again.

You cleared your throat. “Hi, Sam.”

He shut his mouth, shoving the cups into Dean’s hands as he crossed the room and bent to hug you with a muttered “thank God.”

“Watch it,” you warned, “I’m injured.” But your arms snaked around his back anyway, your voice muffled as you pressed your face into his neck.

“You’re never allowed to scare us like that again,” Sam said firmly.

Your eyes found Dean’s over Sam’s shoulder, and you smiled. “I’m not really planning on it, don’t worry.”

Sam just laughed. “How’re you feeling?” he asked when he finally let you go.

“Ok,” you nodded, then frowned. “Hungry.”

Sam glanced at Dean, who shrugged. He’d gotten bored some time in the morning, and the packet of pudding that had been left on your bedside table along with a bottle of water had been practically begging to be tasted. He’d wondered if you’d wake up before they brought a replacement, he’d even felt a little bad eating your food, but he was hungry, dammit, and when Sam had left he’d said he would come back “later” which meant “tonight”. And that was too long for Dean to wait. He also didn’t have any money on him, and wouldn’t have left your side for the cafeteria when the pudding was right there.

“What?” you asked.

“He ate the pudding they left you,” Sam said. Dean never should have mentioned it, but he’d been desperate to get Sam to bring him something and it had felt convincing over the phone.

Dean glared at his brother and the coffees – which were very noticeably not the fast food he’d had in mind. “You try living in that chair for a day, see how long you can go without.” Then he turned to you. “You didn’t miss much, don’t worry.”

“Well, I’m hungry!” you protested, crossing your arms and looking for all the world like a petulant toddler.

Sam’s words about asking you out echoed in his mind.

“I’ll buy you dinner,” he said. “At an actual restaurant, not a fast food place. As soon as they let you outta here, alright? In the meantime…” He reached for the bottle of water, handing it to you with an apologetic shrug. It was better than nothing.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “This is a pretty shit first date.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said. Then, on second thoughts, “It’s not a first date, Sam’s here.”

“Geez,” Sam muttered, “sorry. And after I got you a coffee too.”

“Did you get me one?” you asked hopefully.

“No,” he said slowly. “But you can have mine if you want?”

You sighed. “I don’t like it how you do. But thanks,” you added with a smile.

“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be awake.”

“Have a little faith, Sam.”

He smiled, glancing between you and Dean.

“You owe me a coffee, and you owe me a dinner,” you continued before he could say anything. Dean thanked you silently. He didn’t really want a shovel talk from his own brother right now, which he could see Sam was just dying to dish out. He wondered if you’d be getting one. Probably, but he had no doubts that it would be less “shovel” more “talk”.

“Soon as you’re fixed up,” he said. “I promise.”

“And it’ll be a date?”

“Sweetheart, it’ll be the best first date you’ve ever been on. Trust me.”

You just grinned, ignoring Sam’s fake-disgusted sigh. “Ok.”

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Masterlist

Hello there, peeps! 🥀🥀❣❣ Welcome. Ellie or Rusty here! I write for multiple fandoms, mostly Supernatural

Materlist on Rusty's

4am confort Masterlist

Supernatural :

Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)

Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)

Top Gun Maverick :

Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)

Hannibal

Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)

S.W.A.T :

Drunk rookie (Team x Platonic!reader)

The witcher :

Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)

Enola Holmes :

The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)

The Last Of Us :

A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)

#sister x brothers #sister!reader #daughter!reader #father figure fic #sibling fic #adoptive father troop #daughter x father #winchester sister #lecter daughter #sam winchester x sister #dean winchester x sister!reader #sherlock holmes x sister!reader #swat fic #s.w.a.t cbs

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born-in-hell · 11 months

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oh god thees so much to talk abt the rebels book on qbbh......

Edit: gave time to read tt and collect thoughts and this is what i concluded.

First of all, now an islander, besides The Demons™, dapper and pomme, knows abt qbbhs species. That is smth, that for some unrevealed reason, qbbh is not confortable sharing. He usually tries to pass as a magical/supernatural being or even an human. It is theorized that demons have suffered in the hands of other beings, and this prejudice is what causes qbbh and qtina to hide it. (Personal note: i dont think qfit or any other islander would treat him any different, bc of their relationships to qmouse, that is openly a demon)

Also, it was discovered SOMEHOW by the Rebels. The feds dont seem to know abt it, at leats. It is unknown how they got this info. I didn't notice it at first, but take a look at how they refer to qbad when they say hes a demon. They start using "it" instead of "he". That doesn't happen in ANY other report abt anyone else. They are actively stripping his humanity, assessing him as a thing, a creature, and not a person.

The other interesting thing is that it seems they are somewhat afraid of him. But i guess it is mostly based on their general fear of demons than any proof of anything qbad has done, even tho us, the audience, know abt atlantis, the childrens hospital, maybe venice, and whatever else he has caused, they PROBABLY dont.

So yeah thats all i collected by myself and people smarter than me on twitter.

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #qsmp liveblog

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aew-kun-age-regression · 2 years

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Caregiver!Dean Winchester Headcannons

A/N - This was not requested but I was watching supernatural and after doing my Castiel Moodboard I started thinking about Dean as my caregiver and I got a bit carried away :)

•Dean is amazing with kids of the first thing that needs to be said, he doesn't believe it but he is.

•He has very few amount of rules, the main on being that you stay away from hunts (specifically whilst small/or alone.)

•I don't really see him as one to give punishments, maybe a timeout if you did something really bad but for the most part he'd sit down with you and talk.

•I feel like he uses a lot of nicknames, (Sweetheart, Kid, Angel (it holds special meaning to him <3) different variations of your name like what he does with Sam to Sammy.)

•Protective. He practically raised Sam and he is more than willing to do it again.

•Here me out on this one ~ instead of having a confort blanket you have at least one of his flannels. He pretends like it bothers him but he leaves them in your presence on purpose.

•He over buys when it comes to gear you might need. He can't help it he just wants to be prepared for anything.

•Watching scooby doo with him would be how many evenings are spent.

•Feel like he could draw and therefore would draw you things to colour. Like image Dean drawing a (semi) realistic (keeping it child friendly) drawing of a banshee or something for you to colour.

•He doesn't eat healthy and won't force you to either (Sam will decide to make you eat some healthy food)

•No such thing as a bedtime, he can't keep track but he can tell when you are tired and then that's when decides when to send you to bed.

•He has trouble sleeping so he fully understands if you need him next to you or holding you to be able to sleep.

•He's also amazing at comforting you after nightmares.

•He downloaded Disney movies onto your phone so you can watch them in the impala.

•Has a separate little meditation for you (you have character plasters that you like as well as basic medical necessities.)

•He has at least one fidget toy in his pocket at all times for you.

•Under the drivers seat in the impala there is a backpack full of gear such as a sippy cup/bottle, pacifiers, some toys and books. Things to keep you entertained whilst in a motel or on a drive.

•He trusts very few people to be around you without him there.

#sfw agere #agere blog #sfw littlespace #little space #sfw little post #agere little #aewlittlerambles #sfw little community #fanfics #fanfiction #aewlittleheadcannons #spn agere #spn #supernatural #supernatural agere #caregiver!dean winchester #caregiver!dean #...

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Of Stan's accessories, which is your favorite?

I actually have sat and started thinking of making a quilt and dress of his accessories, and had thought about these. My fanatic brain has been swaying towards his scar, or what was thought was his tattoo, to have as an actual tattoo of my own. It's a little piece of him that feels like a connection. Not an accessory I guess, but still, a very unique part of him.

His fez, it's probably my favorite piece that's tangible. I have one from the Mystery Shack, and will admit, I wear it frequently at home, like a blanket I guess. But it's a unique piece exclusive to him as well, and a confort item.

His cane, and chain are more further back on the list, and not always on him, so they aren't such crucial pieces to me.

His mask, the monster one actually, which I think was only prominent in S1E1 really, was a maintained connection to Ford, and his connection to the present with the kids, and the supernatural. It's been something I always felt went with him, anywhere he went, and it could transcend time with good memories, which I'm sure are few and far between in his instance, until the kids showed up. And actually, quite symbolic that he would scare Dipper, and was introduced "hiding behind a mask", then formally introduced as a crotchety old miser, but a prankster. It really actually was foreshadowing, in a way.

So I'm tied with his scar, fez, and mask are my top favorites, depending on where they hold significance.

Yes, I'm a tad insane for him. But his character is more than hot to me, and I love his fictional history and accessories. I enjoyed that question. It made me think a bit on him, not that I already dont.

Thank you 🙏

#stan pines #stanley pines #post about stan #grunkle stan #i love him #gravity falls #question #answers

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jamiekb · 8 months

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Listening to TMA for the first time (Part VII)

Part I II III IV V VI

81-100

#81 A Guest for Mr. Spider: Ok, that was an interesting way to begin the season for sure. I do like the narrative that John has always been surrounded by these Entities, just out of reach until one day he won't be. Barely managing to get away time after time until he fulfills his purpose I guess? Anyway, good to know that Leitner books can take anyone away as long as they are able to read, no age requirement necessary. And I'm sorry John but I didn't doubt for a second that you were an annoying child (like outside the autistic coded aspect, or maybe it’s just that huh)

#82 The Eyewitnesses: Damn no wonder she doesnt go around sharing the origin of her nickname. It's so interesting to get to see more of Elias, up until now he's been just kinda doing his own thing, not really helping anyone too much. He can arrange for the CO2 cans but not security cameras, just decides to give John the key to the tunnels, only intervenes with the others when tension is too high. Is he like a manifestation of the Eye? He can tell your life story from a glance or at least when youve encountered the supernatural, knows everything about the Institute and its employees, and I'm sure will have something to do with John coming back to the archives. Weird guy. Also maybe he was the one to turn on the recorder? Or is it just sentient?

#83 Drawing a Blank: Ah ok so if I understand them the Stranger is anything that isnt quite human, just a bit off, just a bit uncanny. But is it enough that they are uncanny or do they need to take the place of someone? Or are those two different things/beings? Also may I just mention how nice of Georgie to let John stay at her house, and how gratefull they should be that John never takes about his other connections? friends??

#84 Possesive: Oh really can't trust Elias even a little bit anymore can we? Poor Martin with no way of knowing what he might do to anyone can't even warn Melanie properly. Hope we get to hear when Tim finds out and they should also really read her in on what they've gathered so far. I like her and wanted to see more of her, but not like this. Although I have to saw I'm not actually surprised, it felt like it was building up to it, maybe cause she was in the Institute so much it claimed her? Oh and what is that "to whoever is listening"? If they're just records then it's not completely unusual that who reads them switches, why the need to point it out? narrative reasons maybe but feels a bit obvious.

#85 Upon the Stairs: I think all of the possibly perspectives to look at the statements John has recieved are valid. Michael is dangerous. Many were once people but can't go back in a sense. And I'm sure they are sent by someone in the Archives, like Elias maybe? Love that John can interact like "normal" people with someone, can make a joke about a guy your friend is gonna date.

#86 Tucked In: I find it quite funny that both Martin and Tim are not confortable making statements for whatever reason, maybe because it's something only The Archivist does or just the general situation. This does go with my headcannon that John can give it that extra emphasis and feeling because he's the Head Archivist, kinda like Elias in a way. Although Melanie was quite good, love how she's still hesitant to believe the whole thing. And nice of her to agree to meet John, and of course he's paranoid enough to record just out in the world.

#87 The Uncanny Valley: wow, that was a dense episode. So this poor man encountered the operation by which these things wear human faces (like the mannequin at the store, the humans stuffed with saw dust, maybe even changelings), which is run by I Do Not Know You. They want to carry out the Unknowing, in collaboration with the Lightless Flame. Those are th ones seen with Agnes who could burn things and maybe the delivery guys??? The woman that had accompanied Agnes more closely is Jude Perry. Still a ton of questions: is the Devastion and the Unkowing the same? Have we encountered Jude Perry in a statement before? Who is Orsinov and is he related to the circus? Why is the circus now stalking John? And can someone please give Georgie and explanation and a medal for being such a good friend.

#88 Dig: Damn so it's the same calliope, how did they get a hold of it? Was it Elias? Did the Eye just kinda facilitated it to the circus? Also love how unsettled they all seem when they finish reading statements, nvm just John, the institute just kinda gives them the ability to really tell it how it is. I'm guessing Melanie was asking around because she's helping John. Weird that they don't remember the statement about the calliope, maybe they really just do some research but don't really read the statements.

#89 Twice as Bright: that was so cool!!! finally an insight into the Lightless Flame, kind how that lot feels, a bit of how the Eye also works. Also interesting how Perry says that it will consume you if you don't feed it. So maybe Gertrude investigating into things fed it and she was only killed because Elias deemed it so. So maybe John having like something to investigate is making him more stable??? And nice to know that John has an actual ability, weird as it may be. But also is there gonna be anything left of him by the end??? Scars from worms, burnt hand, what's next?

#90 Body Builder: I'm still wondering (maybe I'm slow on picking it up) is the tape just pressing itself whenever someone enters the room???

#91 The Coming Storm: web imagery but that's not the main thing obviously. Good to see John finally starting to learn what he can do, but still not enough John. So Daisy just goes around trying to kill the manifestation of entities? And hoefully that's not the last of Mike we see, it was nice to see how he operates. And would that work? Sure John is the Archivist but Elias is still part of the Institute, the Eye, who could triumph over the other? Or maybe just a stillmate? omg only when i listened to the next did I really understand that John was strangled, he's really just gonna be scars by the end of this.

#92 Nothing besides remains: well thanks Elias I guess for explaining most of those things. So Daisy will remain basically hired muscle for when Elias wants to, Basira is now tied to the Institute, indeed Elias has near unlimited power for aything pertaining the Eye but needs things to naturally develope so it doesn't interfere (or something??? so that it goes with the nature of the Eye i guess), John is back to work and will continue to slowly investigate more on this Unknowing ritual to stop the world from ending basically. What a good buildup to all of this it was, still hoping we'll see more of Michael, sure Elias doesn't like him but more because its a loose canon.

#93 Contaminant: well don't just leave it at that Georgie, give John a statement. Was she one of its victims?? Also I really hope that John manages to keep a nice normal friend outside the Archives, though I'm not hopeful. At least I hope nothing happens to the Admiral.

#94 Dead Woman Walking: I knew I would eat my words about Georgie being normal as soon as the last episode ended but still, damn. Well at least she's still alive and can maybe understand John so there's that. And yes John they have already told you that it still takes some effort, both Mike and Elias said that i believe, at least Elias, you're the Archivist now learn to listen and process.

#95 Absent Without Leave: Poor Martin, can't even have a breakdown in peace, but yeah it sounds like Basira that she would just stroll along, that's been her life since she's been sanctioned anyway.

#96 Return to Sender: Good to know that John still has a ways to go before he really gets how to compel. So he still needs to learn what to ask, how to ask and that his questions can give them as many answers as he gets. So now the Mimic thing knows that the Skin is loose somewhere or at least that the Archivist doesn't know where it is.

#97 We All Ignore the Pit: not a big surprise, but nice to know that the things that are mimics are the same at the circus. Weird to want that skin but okay to each their own. I just hope Orsinov didn't use Georgie's or the Adminal's voice box. Again John really is the punching bag of the entities

#98 Lights Out: oh Melanie, please be careful, i really like you. Hope John can come back soon so that poor Martin can stop reading statements, it kinda takes even more out of him than it usually does John. Good to know the Eye just kinda records whenever it can and wnats to. I understand how frustrating it must be Tim but it still recorded a conversation, get used to it.

#99 Dust to Dust: I think I'm starting to understand the running joke of "you look away for a second and John has been kidnapped again". Well that doesn't sound good for him, wonder if anyone will notice him or what they'll do to him. Give him a break you things, hes basically new to the whole thing, even Perry said it took her a while to understand.

#100 I Guess You Had To Be There: so you can really tell when John doesn't show up at work I guess. So which Lukas is that? Is that the fiancé? Or the one at sea? Or maybe they're the same, I'll be honest I have difficulty retaining the names. Even if they were all over the place the stories do bear resemblance to known entities: Agnes, the thing about the tunnels and the spider thing.

#tma #the magnus archives #hey this is my stuff #experiencing media

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ariel-seagull-wings · 1 year

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PETER VENKMAN’S ROMANTIC INTERESTS

@thealmightyemprex @angelixgutz @amalthea9 @professorlehnsherr-almashy @themousefromfantasyland @budcortfancam @bixiebeet @spengnitzed @goodanswerfoxmonster

In this comedy franchise about scientists that hunt ghosts to win a buck, the sarcastic and arrogant Peter Venkman was the most outgoing in trying to pursue romance (or at least sexual escapades) with several different women. Sometimes he succeeded in charming them, other times they just weren’t interested in him. Some were normal, some were supernatural beings. Some were good people, and some were evil.

He is the list of ladies that catchet the romantic interest of the Psychologist who becamed the public voice for the Ghostbusters.

DANA BARRETT

Played by Sigourney Weaver as a main character in the first two movies and a cameo in the recent Afterlife movie, also appearing in a NOW! comic book adaptation of the second movie drawn in the style of the Real Ghostbusters animated series and more recently in the IDW Publishing comics, the musician Dana Barrett is shown to be the first lady that Peter Venkman showed an interest that beyond physical desire. In later instalments of the franchises, their dynamic is shown to be of the “on again, off again” kind of fictional romance, but for most people who are exclusively familiar with the movies, thanks in big part to a charismatic performance by Miss Weaver elevating her beyond an one dimentional damsel in distress, she has become the most memorable of the ladies that becamed part of Venkman’s life, and their relationship is considered to be THE end game.

CYNTHIA CRAWFORD

Cynthia Crawford was a TV Reporter created for the animated series The Real Ghostbusters, appearing in the episode Citizen Ghost to interview Venkman about their work in hunting ghosts and trying to understand how Slimer, originally a foe, becamed the mascot of the team. This time, it was only a one sided crush on Peter’s part, because Cynthia was only interested in coming to the Firehouse as a professional to do her job. The episode’s highlight is when Peter watches the news, hoping Cynthia will shower him with praises, only for her to say that Slimer is the most underrated heroe in the team.

LOUISE

A temporary who camed to work as a secretary at the Firehouse desk while Janine tooked the day off to introduce Egon to her family (and people try to argue those two weren’t a couple, but I digress). Once again, this was an one sided crush on Peter’s part, Louise was only interested in doing a favour for her friend Janine, and really wasn’t confortable around people who constantly have to deal with ghosts and other monsters.

WANDA

Originating in a story written for the Real Ghostbusters Marvel licensed comics, Wanda was a villanous mermaid who used her powers of seduction manipulate Peter and later Ray so she could doom the Ghostbusters. Sometimes, there are love stories that aren’t meant to be...

IRENA CORTEZ

A character created for the NOW! licensed Real Ghostbusters comics, A werewolf lady from Arizona who received help from the Ghostbusters to learn how to control her powers and turn into a werewolf by her own will rather than being controlled by the moon or by villains, she later helped the team to defeat an evil demon named Astaroth that intended to dominate the world. She adopted Shannon, the good hearted half-human son of Astaroth, and later started to date Peter.

ILYSSA SELWYN

A character created for the 2009 videogame, where she was voiced by actress Alyssa Milano, Ilyssa Selwyn is an orphan who becamed an art historian and museum curator when she becamed an adult, showing particular fascination with Sumerian Art and Mithology and the cult of Gozer. She is a descendant of Ivo Shandor, the architect that founded the Secret Society that adored Gozer and intended to bring the End of the World. However, unlike her infamous ancestour, she is not evil, and the Ghostbusters have to save Ilyssa when the spirits of the Secret Society intend to sacrifice her in another attempt to destroy the World. Later, she makes appearances in the IDW licensed comics helping the team against other treats following the adventure shown in the videogame. While her relationship with Peter Venkman is not shown becoming concrete, there is a hint that slowly she grows fond of him.

My favorite ladies of this list (specially in relationship with their romantic dynamic with Venkman) are Dana Barrett, Irena Cortez and Ilyssa Selwyn. What are your favourites?

#ghostbusters 1984 #the real ghostbusters #ghostbusters the videogame #idw ghostbusters #peter venkman #fandom musings #dana barrett #cynthia crawford #louise #wanda #irena cortez #ilyssa selwyn #romances tropes #romantic subplots

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voidselfshipp · 7 months

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I Bet On Losing Dogs

->Cw: body horror mention,hurt/confort,gif contains Fire,spoilers for TMA from episodes 77-83.

Summary: after events of Not Sasha and the death of the mysterious book keeper, Jon finds himself adrift with nothing to his name, falling back on the one person that he can,his eldritch being of a girlfriend,jerico.

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Jonathan looked at the small room Jerico had carved out for him. This house,Like many things hes seen, bends to the Will of things beyond his comprehension.

Despite everything that had happened,losing his home and practically the entirety of his things, he still had found a place to stay,of course its the only person who understands what happened.

--Are you okay-- ah,there she is, jerico stands there at the entrance of his room. She looks concerned and her arms are folded over her chest like they usually are.

--Im...alright-- he lied, unconvincingly so.

--The hell ya are--She answered,stepping into the room, the safeguards she had put into place wobbling the mirage of her human form as the endless tumoltuos sea she had for skin breaks into foamy dark waves.

--Jerico ive burndened you enough by making you set up a place for me here

She rolled her eyes as she usually does whenever he says nonsense-- Youre no burden and you didnt make me do anything--Her arms wrap around his neck in a hug,he sighs and reluctantly hugs her, feeling shy and out of place. --You have a home here

Jonathan remains silent,face Burning with shame, his arms squeeze her and in no time hes burying his head on her chest,holding Back tears.

--You always have a place to stay here,this is your home too--She muttered, rocking Him side to side--cry if you need to

And her heart shatters like brittle coral as tears stains her shirt and sobbig falls past the lips of her beloved archivist. The Eye had gotten away with so much,she never particularly liked that entity even before Jon came into the picture.

He can feel her blood boiling,though hes not sure if he can sense her ire or he can feel her blood bubbling and pressing against her skin.

Tears fall past his cheeks like waterfalls, and she guides him to his bed to hold him better. She hates seeing him upset,stressed, she knows this is the peak of Many,many years of stress and dealings with the supernatural.

--We'll figure it out--She promised, voice soft and gentle, cooing like the softest Rumble of the Ocean-- first you rest,then you concentrate on gathering your strength, then we can see what we can do

--Youre always too Kind to me-- He whispered,voice Weak and broken-- I have no right in disturbing this peaceful life you made for yourself

--Shut the fuck up,Jon--jerico stated,voice firm and yet always loving-- Youre my boyfriend and this is not your fault--She promised pulling away a little to wipe off his tears. But the liquid falls down her thumb to her palm, they pool like water dripping from a stalactite.

He sees her hold his tears in her hands, he soon stops crying as Curiosity takes over.

The water moves on her right palm, pulling and stretching as it struggles to acquire a form. First, Its a cat, that licks its paw and then does a little dainty walk to her pointer finger, then it becomes liquid again as it slides to her left palm,where it becomes a small octopus that waves at him.

--What...are you doing?--He asked.

--Distracting you,is it working?-- she asked with a knowing grin.

He lets out an annoyed,flustered groan-- oh my god

--Yes,dear?--She asked and he glared at her. The octopus waves at him one final time before It dissolves into steam.

Jeri giggled with joy and gave him one final big hug,he hugs back and sinks into his embrace. She pets and plays with his hair,humming softly to calm him down.

--My baby, my baby

You're my baby, say it to me

Baby, my baby

Tell your baby that I'm your baby-- she sings softly, he sighs under his breath and begrudgingly scoots to sit on her lap.

Jon rests his head on her shoulder,hearing her sing-- I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I'll be there on their side

I'm losing by their side

--if youre telling me youre always by my side, you made it explicitly clear-- he announced,not loud enough to disturb her singing. He wanted to Keep listening,but he was going to be a hardass about it.

--Will you let me, baby, lose

On losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down-- she keeps singing,ignoring her boyfriends brisk attemtps at playing tough guy.

She humms the rest of it, and slowly he falls asleep,emotionally and physically tired. When he goes limp in her arms, she lays him down and kisses his forehead.

--sleep tight, love-- jerico muttered softly, love in her voice that is as soft as silk.

Then,she returns to the kitchen, where she makes a cup of tea for herself. Whilist thinking about everything that has happened, her ears catch the jingle of bells.

By instinct she looks at her side and finds a New door on her kitchen, she already knows who it is and she doesnt care for a visit from a fellow eldritch being.

Yet the knocking starts, soft and then loud,loud enough that it might wake up Jon. This is what makes her Open it, "Michael" as he went by these days, couldnt enter her home (see: her realm) without her permission,hence why she opens the door instead of him.

Michael can only stand at the entrance, leaning on the door frame with his tall,too long of a body. His long hands and fingers Stretch into an unconfortable length And his grin has too Many teeth.

--well,afternoon Antiquarian-- He said,voice playful and sing songy-- why the sour face?

--Your presence--She replied without much thought.

--Tsk Tsk-- Michael scolded-- that the way to receive a friend?

They were barely Friends,mind you,she liked his proclivity to mischief but drew the line at murder-- what do you want?

--Just to check up on you--He replied,sounding so sorry for his friend who gives him a cup of tea which he gladly takes-- after all,ive heard youve been dealing with some rather heavy things

She rolls her eyes and drinks from her own cup-- things yalls lil war has caused, mind you

--Ah well, side effects I suppose-- he backtracks as soon as she glared at him-- I mean,unfortunate of course

--Youre here to revel in my pain then ill kick your ass back to your ugly ass endless corridor-- she bit Back like a pirana, voice sharp like fangs and her growl echoing the breaking of stormy waves.

--Im only here to deliver advice,Entity to entity-- He stated-- Your love for the archivist makes you weak--

--Gee,thank you for the advice,leave-- She interrupted, going to the nearby kitchen aisle to fix up a few maganizes Back on the little spot she puts them at.-- and it doesnt,by the way

--Youre choosing a side-- he continued,a little annoyed-- Wether you like it or not,youre Siding with The Eye

--Tell the eye and The Spiral and The Web or how Many of you fuckers are there, that you can shove that war up your asses, I do not care for it-- she tries not to tip her hand but he already knows what shes trying to say.

Theres a brief, unconfortable silence, Michael hasnt moved an inch-- you really do love him,dont you?

She sighed--You already know the answer

--you know,Ive always admired that about you--She turns to him and raises a brow--I mean it! I really do! Youve always had more heart than any of us. Its impressive

He watches the corner of her lips twitch into a tiny,Tiny,smile. He chuckles and adds--Ah,theres that smile I like to see

--Im on jons side,get it through your thick spiraly head --Jerico stated, leaning on the kitchen aisle,arms folded-- ill stop this war,or if it happens, ill make sure you all dont damage this precious world

--Im sure you will--He finishes his drink and sets the empty cup on the entrance of the door-- thank you for this by the way,you always make the best tea

She finally cracked and chuckled a little-- okay leave,shoo begone

He nodds--Okay,okay im leaving. Good afternoon,antiquarian-- Michael said,walking into his endless corridor and closing the door.

--Goodbye,Michael

Jerico puts the two cups on the dishwasher and leaves to Open up the bookstore.

There was a war coming, but Jon wouldnt have to face it alone. She was there with him,even if he lost

#tma s/I #jon tag pending #cw fire #tw fire #cw body horror #tw body horror #tma spoilers

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