#telepath!reader

[simonbrain]

something something secret telepath!reader avoiding the fuck out of her lieutenant because every time she's in his presence, all she can observe in his mind are the filthiest images she's ever seen of herself. like positions she didn't even know she could be folded into, faces she didn't even know she could make, different fluids leaking out of her that make her skin crawl. meanwhile ghost is cold and distant, pretending to dislike her, knowing damn well he'd get on his knees and bark just for a taste of her pussy

[deansbeer]

hey girl. i love telepath! reader. ik it’s not halloween yet but i can literally see her trying to match bolt and be a playboy bunny. how do you think dean would react to that?🩷

oh, mans would so malfunction at the sight of her in a playboy bunny costume ‼️ + thank u sm for loving telepath!reader !!! it truly makes my lil heart so happy to hear <33

you're standing in your room, carefully applying the finishing touches to your halloween makeup as bolt lounges lazily on your bed, watching you with his twitching nose and curious little eyes. as usual, you're talking to him like he's your personal stylist.

"what do you think, bolt? the black ones or the pink ones?" you hold up two options of bunny ears in front of him. he doesn’t move, just stares, but you take his silence as an answer. "black it is. good choice, bub. classy."

he's your little partner-in-crime tonight, at least in spirit. you're going as a playboy bunny, and bolt, well, he's the inspiration behind the whole thing. he’s staying behind with dean and sam, though. you'd asked dean earlier if he could bunny-sit, and of course, he agreed. it wasn't like you asked him to do much—just keep an eye on the little furball while you were out.

you glance at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place. the black satin bodysuit fits you like a glove, hugging your curves in all the right places. the sheer black tights make your legs look impossibly long, and the stilettos you chose—which you're still not entirely sure you won’t regret later—add the perfect touch. the bunny ears sit atop your head, completing the look.

"how do i look, bolt?" you ask, turning to face him with a grin. he twitches his ears, and you laugh. "yeah, i thought so. stunning, right?"

bolt doesn't answer, obviously, but you like to think he's silently hyping you up.

when you step out of your room, holding bolt in one arm and fixing the bunny ears as you walk, you head toward the library where sam and dean are. sam's sitting at the table, nose buried in some kind of research, while dean is leaning back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers.

you adjust one of your heels as you step into the room, the soft click of them echoing in the quiet space. both of their heads snap up when they hear you.

"so?" you say, smiling as you approach the table. "how do i look?”

sam's the first to speak, a warm smile spreading across his face. "wow, you look great. very… festive."

you laugh, setting bolt gently on the table in front of him. "thanks, sam. you're watching him while dean drops me off, right?"

"yeah, no problem," sam replies, reaching out to scratch bolt behind his ears.

then you turn to dean, who hasn't said a word yet. he's just sitting there, staring at you like he doesn't know what to do with himself. his jaw is tight, and his eyes keep darting between your face and—well, everywhere else. finally, he clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter.

"you look… uh, good. yeah. real good," he says, his voice gruff.

you notice the way he shifts in his seat, his hand briefly brushing over his thigh as if he's trying to adjust something. you don't think much of it, though, just flash him a smile.

"thanks, de. ready to go?"

he nods, standing up a little too quickly. "yeah, let's go."

the ride to the party is quiet at first. you're messing with your phone, checking for texts from your friends, while dean keeps his eyes firmly on the road. but you can feel the tension in the air, the way he keeps shifting in his seat every few minutes.

"you okay over there?" you ask, glancing at him curiously.

"yeah, fine," he says quickly, his voice a little too sharp.

you raise an eyebrow. "you sure? you've been squirming since we left. what’s going on?"

he hesitates, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "just… sore, that's all.”

you tilt your head, confused. "sore? why would you be sore? didn't sam say you skipped working out today?"

he grits his teeth, clearly regretting his excuse. "just drop it, okay?"

you roll your eyes but don't push it. whatever's going on with him, he'll tell you if he wants to. maybe you'll just have to get inside his head yourself. but that's an invasion of privacy and you'd prefer him to tell you, rather than you sticking your nose in his business.

when you finally pull up to your friend's house, the street is already packed with cars, and you can hear the faint thump of music from inside. you spot your friend waiting near the door, waving excitedly when she sees you.

"thanks for the ride, dean," you say, opening the door.

"no problem, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice tight.

you step out of the car, adjusting your tights and tugging the bodysuit into place as you walk toward the house. your friend meets you halfway, pulling you into a hug.

"oh my god, you look so hot!" she gushes, pulling back to look at your outfit.

"so do you!" you reply with a laugh, but before you can say anything else, a guy steps out onto the porch, joining your friend.

he immediately places a hand on your shoulder, leaning in to introduce himself. you're polite, smiling and nodding, but you can feel the older winchester brother's eyes burning into the back of your head from the car.

he's gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white, his jaw clenched as he watches the scene unfold. the guys laughs at something you say, his hand lingering on your arm a little too long for dean's liking.

"sonuva bitch,” dean mutters under his breath, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal as he pulls away from the curb. he doesn't even wait for you to go inside before speeding off, the tires squealing slightly as he turns the corner.

his heart is pounding in his chest, his mind racing with a mix of anger and jealousy. who the hell does the guy think his is, touching you like that? you're his girl. well, not officially, but still. you're his.

he spends the entire drive back to the bunker stewing in his own thoughts, alternating between cursing himself for not saying anything and cursing out the guy for daring to lay a hand on you.

back at the bunker, sam glances up when dean storms inside, slamming the door behind him.

"everything okay?" sam asks, raising an eyebrow.

dean doesn't answer, just heads toward the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge and mutters, "watch the damn bunny."

sam exchanges a confused look with bolt, who twitches his ears in response.

meanwhile, dean sits at the table, staring at the bottle in his hand, already counting down the hours until he can go pick you up—and maybe punch the guy in the face while he’s at it.

[mochinomnoms]

Heard you were trying to avoid doing readings and fieldnotes. I gotcha

A fellow honest x fem!reader, where fellow beings to fall inlove with the reader after seeing how she takes care of Gidel. Maybe during the playful land event.

Anyways how's your day going! :3

(day was good until i realized that i didnt turn in an assignment due last week but others in my class didnt either so im just gonna bs or something)

I kinda neutral on Fellow and Gidel, they're funny but I didn't get to finish the event so I haven't formed much thoughts on them! I imagine in this scenario, you're a bit older and join everyone along the same reasoning as the third-years do, to keep an eye out on them.

He isn't all too concerned with you at first, and Gidel doesn't really interact with you outside of getting your companions to join in the festivities to lure you all in.

Oh! But perhaps Gidel, what with his long sleeves, steps on one and trips! Toppling over and smacking into the ground, Fellow starts to head over to his little brother, until you beat him to it.

You gently guided Gidel back to his feet, brush off the dirt from his knees and hands, and give him a sweet smile.

"There now. Be careful, we all want to have fun, but it's a lot less fun if someone gets hurt! Now why don't you head back to Mr. Honest? He looks worried, make sure you tell him you're okay!"

With a pleased nod of his head and a goofy smile, Gidel complied and ran off to Fellow, who'd already taken a knee to inspect him.

"Are you alright Gidel? Any scrapes?"

Gidel shook his head, nodding it towards you. Fellow glanced up at you, where you were now occupied with your friends, fretting over them. Not unlike how you'd just been with Gidel.

You made eye contact with Fellow, and gave him a tender, shy smile and wave, before looking back to Grim who'd been pointing at a nearby food stall.

Gidel tugged at Fellow's sleeve, tilting his head curiously and nodding back towards your group as you walked off.

"Yes Gidel, they are very nice, I agree. A pleasant creature."

Another tilt and wide eyes staring at him.

"No, I was not blushing! What a silly thing to say..."

Narrowed eyes and a mischievous smile responded back.

"W-what! I do not! What a ridiculous thing to say, I am an adult! Adults don't get crushes at my age!"

Gidel silently giggled into his covered hands and stuck his tongue out at Fellow before running off again.

"I am not! Why you—come back here!"

[traumawhomst]

Hero Yandere/ Villain Reader

Heroes should be flexible with their morals and if not that then their plans. The plan had been to take you to prison lock you away from the public where you couldn’t harm anyone. But, well you looked so tiny in the rumble, body battered and bloodied. Really you looked like someone in over their head, really it was surprising that you’d gotten this far.

He stood over you watching your eyes focus and unfocus as your brain tried to process the pain, the screaming, the smell of smoke and burning garbage. You didn’t look like you’d even make it through the night with your injuries. Not with the type of care villains got. You’d be permanently disabled even if you did make it through the night. So he shredded any identifiable parts of your villain outfit and took you to the Hero’s headquarters.

The medical staff knew better than to ask the hero why he’d brought it a ‘civilian’ to be treated and he asked if that mattered when they were actively dying. He watched silently as the began to patch you with supplies that cost more than a house.

He couldn’t let you go after that, all of the time and energy put into saving you, just to rot in prison? No that’d be a waste.

He’d rehabilitate you, make you into the perfect sidekick ready to aid support when needed. But that would be difficult, because he didn’t know you yet past your villainy. Not to mention you’d be so fragile for at least six months, what if you tried escaping or attacking him? Again all that time and money wasted.

His solution was temporary. He’d have one of the telepathic Heroes just create a block on your memories, you wouldn’t remember any of your past villainess intent or motivation. Just to give you time to rest and for him to get to know you. Understand how your mind worked, no one was born bring evil and he was sure he could make you see the light of you gave him a chance. He was just making sure he had the chance.

You woke up in an extremely nice apartment that belonged to most powerful Heroes on this side of the earth with no memories whatsoever. He explained you were a college student, with no family who’d almost been a civilian casualty before he saved you. He’d felt so bad about almost killing you that he personally wanted to see to your recovery.

It was hard to doubt him, but when he had your student ID and years of documentation of your unremarkable life. Still something poked at you, you couldn’t quite put it together yet. Maybe it was the way the nurses looked at him like he was a ticking time bomb. Or the way he shot down every attempt to leave his apartment but either way you were suspicious.

He on the other hand, well he kind of found it adorable if he was honest. Even with your memories locked away you still found some opposition in you, it was charming. The way he placated you was with tools and building supplies, he told you your major was engineering and you seemed to retain a good number of skills even if you didn’t remember how you got them. He’d come home to find you perched working on some gadget completely engrossed for hours.

He found that it was pleasant to have someone to come home to. While he never discussed ‘work’ with you he was happy to chat about little bits of unremarkable news and gossip. While you treated him with suspicion you were also one of the few people who weren’t completely scared of him, it made him feel normal. He also got to practice his homemaking, cooking for you, making his apartment something more than somewhere he slept and showered.

And then his bosses reminded him the entire point of him taking you in was to ‘rehabilitate’ you so they’d have another sidekick. It had only been a few months but he completely did a 180 and said that there was no way you could be a sidekick. You didn’t even have powers! In fact even when you were being a ‘villain’ (he really can’t think of you like that anymore, you were just a kid who got in over their head) you were mainly making weapons, traps, bombs ect. for Villains, really his and your path shouldn’t have crossed. So he compromised and said when you were fully healed then maybe you could start working in the Heroes’ lab and that’d be good enough.

You on the other hand were fully engrossed with trying to prove that something was up with him. You’d be in his care for months and he only let you out to walk in the apartment’s roof garden fully supervised with him. You spent your time trying to make camera and microphone sensors, (you’d tried looking but there was only so much you could do without tearing the apartment to shreds). You couldn’t prove it but every time you tried to escape during while he was gone he’d be extra smothering for the following two weeks.

Another few months passed and you were starting to climb the walls. His reassurance that yes your memories would return, was starting to become more grating each day. You were sick of waiting, sick of living in a place you didn’t know with a person who was more of a jailer than anything.

He and his 'superiors' came to a compromise. You wouldn't be going into field work. No, you be safely tucked away in the base laboratory and engineering wing where you efforts would be utilized and your well being assured. Only a few days a week to start of course, but finally you were able to leave the house on a regular basis.

The ended up strengthening your guys relationship. He was always more than happy to talk about your latest projects, taking your work seriously as your colleagues did. He also made sure to regularly bring you lunch and check in, which before felt suffocating now felt well thought as you had a habit of working for hours on end so focused you forgot to eat. Maybe his attention wasn't as smothering as it felt, maybe you had just been a little stir crazy. You had been really injured after all.

But then you had an odd occurrence at work. You'd gotten used to seeing the odd hero or superhero either in the halls or very occasionally in your part of the building. You'd actually met most of the A list hero's that knew your caretaker, most of them filtered down to get a look at what was consuming so much of his time. You'd gotten used to it.

But one day as you on your way to the cafeteria, a hero brushes you in the hallway and it almost...stings. You brushed it off at the time but after, very slowly your started to get pieces of your memories. It started off with childhood stuff, riding a bike, show and tell, one of you're parents fighting. But you also got other flashes that didn't match up with what was told at all.

Neither you or your super hero knew was that the telepathic hero who'd put the block on your memories in the first place had been growing more and more upset with his own part in it. He'd really believed that it was just supposed to be for a short while and you'd be allowed to live out your life. But the months kept passing, and now he could see you getting closer to the superhero and it was driving him mad. So he broke the seal as gently as he could. He didn't want to overwhelm you so he made the come back slowly. He just hoped that you'd be smart enough not to tell your 'savior' when the came.

Which you didn't, and by the end of the week you remembered everything. You remembered your real life, you dropping out of college to make weapons for villains, your last few years constantly breaking the law. But maybe the worst one was a memory of being grabbed before being thrown through a wall by an all too familiar face.

You'd barely hid all of this from him. Anger and an infuriating sense of hurt that was always just under the surface. You resented the life he'd tried to lie and say was yours, some bright face college kid from a wholesome family in a small town, you wanted to help people, none of it was true. And you hated him for giving you that false sense of security. But most of all you wanted your old life back.

Was it a good life? No it hadn't been, constantly dealing with money issues, injuries from engineering, dealing the shitty villain politics no it wasn't a fun life, but it had been yours and you'd built it with your own grimy hands and you'd be damned if you let it be so easily taken.

You escaped using the built trust and made your way to your old apartment. Not the cute studio near the college filled with plants and textbooks he'd shown you once. No, the shitty two bedroom with a mouse problem, the one with oil stains, and all your beat up tools that you hoarded. You'd only recently remembered it but you desperately needed to go back. To prove that you weren't the person he was trying to build.

You climbed up the fire exit, like you'd done a hundred times before before stopping at your window.

It was completely empty. Stripped of everything you'd spent the last few years built. No clothes, no furniture, no tools, no creations, no personal effects. Like it never existed. Like you never existed.

That’s were He found you, broken on the fire escape just staring at an empty apartment. You demanded answers, why he did any of it.

The worst part was how unfazed he was about your growing distress, he just stood as you ranted about how deranged he was, how he couldn’t just erase you, change your name and take you home like you were a pound dog.

Take you from what? Was his response. From villains who hadn’t cared that you almost died? From the never ending cycle of bills, payment and bills again? From your lack of a social life, no friends, no family, and a future that was going to end poorly no matter what you’d done? That was everything he’d ’took’ from you.

This was a chance to have a better life, a good life, and it was just as real as your old life.

When he was done he handed you your ID he’d given you when you first woke up. The address was unfamiliar but he promised that all of your most important items were there, waiting for you. It wouldn’t be everything of course, the agency had swept up anything too dangerous but the rest was there waiting for you. You just had to leave an empty apartment behind.

[clairewritesfanfics]

mohawk and some of the worse marks being bad influences on purpose vs omnimark and the nicer marks frantically running damage control on him. maskless mark is the peanut gallery watching all this happen for fun.

that said i still think that mohawk is one of the variants viltrumark would trust the advice of for those types of thing. definitely not as much as some marks (omnimark is the one he trusts the most in this regard) though he wouldnt seek advice until he had someone to use it all on, before he gets a girlfriend its mainly asking other marks to explain stuff he hears from shiesty(that shiesty refused to elaborate on, virgin shiesty is cute and funny to me so ive adopted it as headcanon)

BRO, GET OUT OF MY HEAD

Omni-Mark and Flaxan are definitely the more mature Marks, they're going to be the cool ones, though Flaxan feels like he would be more distant than Omni. Omni is at least going to show concern for whatever nonsense is being forced down into Viltrumite Mark's throat while Flaxan is going to be busy reading or something.

Let's face it, Mohawk is a manwhore so it makes sense why Viltrumite would go to him.

AND YES, VIRGIN SHIESTY. I said before that he feels like the baby of the bunch. Viltrumite Mark feels like the second youngest, that's why I feel like they'd have an adorable dynamic. Shiesty's got no rizz HAHAHAHAHA also, I'd like to share that I was busy the entire day writing for a request involving Shiesty (and three other Marks) and I prepared an author's note addressing my thoughts of him being more interested in his hobbies than getting laid.

Coincidence? Or are you a telepath, anon?

[yawnzshit]

you don't even know how loud the gasp I gasped was when I first read this. consider this a public shaming post if you will :)

[earlgreylatte]

I love ur fics so much omfggg, more boostle pleasepleallseoel🙏🏽🙏🏽

Watching Booster tremble on the ground, arm clutching his abdomen, forehead pressed against the carpet as you stood above him with a finger at your temple, Ted found himself unsurprised with the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Dare I ask what telepathic nightmare you have Booster experiencing this time?” Ted questions, shrugging off his suit jacket.

“He said he wanted to take my pain, so I’m telepathically sharing my cramps with him,” you explain dully.

“Is it…really that bad?” Ted asks, stepping closer before his knees buckles, and he curls into the same fetal position as Booster.

“You big babies,” you mock, the amusement clear on your face as you look down at both of them.

“Read,” Booster raggedly breathes out, “read our minds.”

You raise an eyebrow but acquiesce, immediately regretting it when you fall to your knees with a cry, clutching your chest.

Booster laughs, “These cramps are nothing compared to the mushy feelings we have for you…”

Ted, still face down, stretches out a hand to grab your leg, “Sorry, but us wife guys can’t be beat by your uterus…well, actually, we are really weak for your—!”

“Damn you both…”

Based off that one post where the telepaths of marvel subject Scott to their period cramps because marvel telepaths>>>dc telepaths any day!!

Masterlist

[afro-hispwriter]

the urge to make y/n an overpowered special grade sorcerer is high

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 19

Prompt: Biting/marking

Pairing: Omega/Reader

Tags: biting, knotting, implied past TerzOmega, a touch of angst

Notes: this was originally going to be really smutty (was gonna include the other prompt, breeding) and then it got a little sad? idk i think it's a little cheesy but i wrote most of this in the wee hours of last night.

“You know that once we do this, it can’t be undone.” Omega’s voice is soft in your ear, soothing despite the concern in it.

“I’ve told you a thousand times,” you reassure him, “I want this.” Buried to the hilt, his cock throbs inside you. Still, that worried, self-doubting look in his eyes persists. Smiling gently, you cup his cheek, pressing your forehead to his. “Make me yours, Megs.”

In an instant, you’ve gone from straddling his lap to pinned beneath him on the bed, his massive form swallowing you. A single, large hand pins your wrists above your head as his hips snap into yours. You swear you can feel him in your teeth.

“You’ll be my mate for life," he growls. "No one else can ever have you like this.” His knot is already beginning to swell. Suddenly, his eyes are blown out. He’s beginning to lose himself. “No one will ever lay a hand on you again. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”

He plays it off as possessiveness, but know what he really means. You can hear the pain in his voice. The last time he took a human lover…

Omega’s road has been a long one. There are plenty of days when, try as he might to hide it from you, he is overwhelmed by the memory of him. But he’s learned to live with his grief, to love again. You’re proud of how far he’s come.

“I don’t- Oh!” The head of his cock catches your sweet spot, and you shake beneath him. You have to swallow down the drool accumulating in your mouth before you can continue. “I don’t want anyone else. Only you, Omega.” He groans, anguished. His mouth hovers over the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin.

“Say it again,” he begs. “Say my name again.”

“Omega.”

Then, his teeth are sinking into your flesh. He must be pumping some of his quintessence into you, because it doesn’t nearly hurt as much as you were expecting. In fact, euphoria washes over you as the bond is sealed, every inch of your body tingling with raw, wild energy. From this alone, you’re nearly at your peak, hips bucking wildly in a wordless plea for more. You encounter resistance in the form of his knot, now fully inflated, and practically sob.

“Fuck,” you pant. Omega is still latched onto you, and you feel his forked tongue lathe across your skin. You shudder, realizing he’s lapping up your blood, taking you into him, making you a part of his being. “Put it in.” The words tumble out of your mouth without you even being conscious of them. The ghoul roars into your neck, free hand traveling to your hip to hold you firmly against the mattress. His grip is bruising, but in this state, every bit of pain is accompanied by a spark of pleasure. When he finally lets go, he’s gasping for air like he’s just run a marathon.

“I’ll give it to you,” he says between heavy breaths. “Whatever you want, you can have it. I’m yours.” He’s rambling now. “All of me is yours.” Slowly, he presses into you with more force. You can feel his knot breach you, the stretch like nothing else. When it finally pops all the way in, you both moan, and Omega stills, hips twitching as he pumps his hot seed inside you. It’s enough to send you tumbling over the edge as well, every nerve ending ablaze. For several moments you remain in place, catching your breath as the aftershocks run their course. Soon, though, Omega begins to tremble from the exertion, and carefully rearranges you so that you’re lying on your side, facing him. The motion causes his knot to grind into you, and you can’t help but whine, still sensitive from your orgasm. Undoubtedly, this will continue all night, but for now, you’re content to gaze into his beautiful violet eyes, watery with tears. Some sense, some new instinct brought on by the bond, tells you they’re joyful.

A gentle hand cups your cheek. Omega smiles. “My mate. Sathanas, I love you so much.”

You smile, feeling yourself begin to tear up as well. “I love you, too, Megs. Forever and always.”

[allur1ngs]

BEBE being shocked at y/n’s ability to get Bada to dress up for Xmas so easily when previously it took years for tatter to get her to wear a Christmas themed tie or pair of socks 🤧🤧 them asking her how she does it and y/n shrugging like “idk :3” — @aericrys

AERI I SWEAR TO GOD WE ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH RN CAUSE I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABT THIS.

"so what's your secret, unnie?" tatter whines, tugging at your arm. "the most i could make bada do was wear socks with little santa hats on them."

bada lee, the most influential and powerful mafia boss stands before both you and tatter, dressed in a full santa outfit, (looking rather regretful, if you're being honest) but still so jolly.

"i don't know." you smile carefreely and shrug, feeling bada wrapping her arms around you from behind. "i just asked."

"it's called 'wife privileges'." bada mumbles into the crook of your neck. "and pretty privilege, tatter. only she could ever convince me to wear something like this."

you nod while smiling, "i guess that's the secret, then."

"unnie holds more power than any of us in this house!" lusher screams from across the hallway, munching on a christmas cookie.

[morpheusbaby3]

Imagine:

Reader x Morpheus are having tea together and enjoying each other's company. However, you can notice that sometimes his mind seems to go somewhere different, probably on his duties. You need to put something else on his mind.

Reader: are you jealous of my heart because its pumping inside of me and you aren't?

Morpheus: *blue screen* *error* *the mind goes to libidinous images/memories*

[simonbrain]

thinking about a scenario with telepath!reader where you're in the hospital after almost losing your life, and you're just starting to wake up.

despite the sharp eruptions of pain that bang around your head, you're able to see patches of ghost's thoughts. you can piece together images of your unconscious body in his arms—the black handle of a combat knife sticking out of your torso; a hand clutching your face with a bruising force. the words that follow sound muffled, but you're aware of them all the same.

she'll be okay. she'll be okay. she'll be okay.

you should've been there. should've fuckin' yanked 'er out. she could've been fine.

bet she won't be too 'appy to see your ugly mug. fuckin' genius riley, almost let 'er die and push 'er away further, christ.

the soft, raspy beginning of a chuckle hurts like a bitch to let out, but it does well in capturing his attention. he looks like he hasn't slept in days, eyes wide and bloodshot when he looks up to you. it's when you attempt to reach out for something that he breaks the staring contest and huffs, firmly but carefully preventing you from tearing out your stitches.

"stay down," he snaps, voice rough, as he cautiously adjusts the pillow behind you. "don't move."

thank fuck you're awake.

"thirsty," you manage to grumble, and he wordlessly uncaps a bottle of water before bringing it to your lips, his hand gently slipping behind your head to steady you while you sip.

you're good, you're solid. you're gonna be fine.

you settle back down when you've had enough, head pounding and eyes heavy with exhaustion. his hand rests on your forearm, and you curl your fingers until he slots them against his in a tight grip. there's not much to be said, not yet anyway, but as sleep begins to take you under, you can faintly grasp the last thing you hear him think.

m'not lettin' you go again, bird. i promise.

[deansbeer]

ㅤ ⌗ ✉ .ᐟ.ᐟ ♡ INTRODUCING. telepath!reader ꣑ৎ

created by KARI HER spotify playlist

✸ ׂ ♡ ݂ ౨ ׂ TELEPATH!READER wasn't exactly what you'd expect to find in the bunker. the men of letters' headquarters was cold, utilitarian, and steeped in decades of history, hardly the kind of place you'd associate with someone like her. but there she was, the only woman in the bunker, a walking contradiction of pastel hues and sharp edges, a telepathic force of nature wrapped in denim skirts and silk nightgowns.

she wasn't always confined to the bunker, though. once upon a time, she was out there with SAM and DEAN, side by side on hunts, her abilities helping them track down monsters and stay one step ahead of whatever supernatural forces they were up against. her telepathy was a gift—or a curse, depending on the day. she could pick up thoughts like radio waves, sometimes clear and loud, sometimes static-filled whispers. it had been more of a burden in the beginning, a constant hum in the back of her mind that only quieted with practice and concentration. but over time, she learned to control it, to tune out the noise when she needed to and focus when it mattered.

the boys had been skeptical at first. SAM, ever the researcher, was curious but cautious, hesitant to trust someone who could see inside his head. DEAN, on the other hand, was more closed off, his walls higher than fort knox. but she'd proven herself on a hunt when she'd saved dean's life, pulling him out of the path of a vengeful spirit seconds before it struck. after that, she was family.

until the incident.

she didn't like to think about it, and neither did DEAN. it had been a routine hunt—nothing they hadn't faced before. but something went wrong, something that left her shaken and DEAN more protective than ever. he didn't blame her, not really, but the fear of losing her had lodged itself deep in his chest, and it came out in the form of anger. the argument that followed was loud, messy, and ended with her agreeing to stay behind in the bunker while they went out on hunts.

"you can still help," DEAN had said, his voice softer after the storm had passed. "call us if you pick up anything, okay? but no more putting yourself in danger."

she'd agreed, not because she wanted to, but because she could see the fear in his eyes and feel it in his thoughts.

so, she stayed behind. but staying behind didn't mean sitting around doing nothing.

when SAM and DEAN were gone for days—or weeks—on a hunt, she found ways to keep herself busy. the bunker was her home now, and she'd made it her own in ways that only she could. DEAN had even let her claim one of the extra rooms to turn into a walk-in closet. it was her little sanctuary, filled with racks of clothes that didn't fit in her bedroom, a white vanity with led lights around the mirror, and a long floor-length mirror in the corner. she'd decorated it with posters, vision boards from her past, and little touches of her personality everywhere.

when she wasn't reorganizing her closet or adding to her collection of vinyl records, thrifted knitted hats, and makeup. she loved to get out of the bunker. she'd go grocery shopping to stock up the fridge or spend time at the park with her sketchbook, drawing whatever thoughts she picked up from strangers passing by. sometimes, she just sat in the sun, soaking up its warmth like a cat.

her style was another thing that set her apart. she loved tiny denim skirts, curve-hugging dresses, and anything that made her feel confident and free. she wasn't trying to make a statement—she just wore what she loved. but DEAN… he was a mess around her. he tried so hard to play it cool, but the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lingered made it obvious. he pretended not to notice when her tiny skirts rode up as she bent over to grab something, or when her silk nightgowns clung to her figure as she lounged in her room. but she wasn't naive—she could sense his thoughts, even when he tried to hide them.

he let her get away with more than she probably should have. like the time he handed over one of his credit cards so she could buy a new macbook. "you deserve it," he'd said with a shrug, like it wasn't a big deal. she knew better.

their relationship was… complicated. best friends on the surface, but underneath it was a simmering tension neither of them wanted to acknowledge. she was in her mid-twenties, and he was in his forties, but the age difference didn't matter. what mattered was how she made him feel—alive, frustrated, and completely out of his depth.

he'd never admit it, but he loved the little things about her. the way she'd kick him out of her room after a hunt if he was grimy and bloody, only to let him back in after he showered. the way she'd excitedly show him her sketches or tell him about the friends she made while grocery shopping. the way she'd pout when he teased her, her sensitivity only making him want to protect her more.

there were moments, though, when the line between friendship and something more blurred. like the accidental kiss in the garage—a slip, a stumble, and suddenly her lips were on his. she'd pulled away quickly, embarrassed and apologetic, but DEAN couldn't stop thinking about it for days.

she was sunshine in the bunker's shadows, a burst of color in their otherwise gray lives. and DEAN… well, mans was falling for her more every day, even if he was too stubborn to admit it.

and then there was the bunny. BOLT, she'd named him, because of the mark on his fur. she'd brought him home one day on a whim, and though DEAN had been furious at first, he'd eventually warmed up to the little guy.

she was chaos and comfort, a whirlwind of energy and light. and no matter how much DEAN tried to resist, he knew one thing for sure… she was worth every bit of it.

✶ EXTRAS. this is a new !reader that i came up w yesterday, that dolly n bree were the firsts to know ab <3 but yeah, telepath!reader is a quirky n sensitive lil thang❗️hope yall love her as much as i do <33

[sankta-wraith]

Having a song stuck in my head is so annoying because it doesn't match my mood at all. Like right now I have I Think He Knows in my head right after rewatching Doomsday which is really screwing with me because for the past few minutes I've been stuck hearing "I want you bless my soul" with a basebeat of the Doctor screaming while Rose gets pulled into the Void.

[themeraldee]

inevitably a 'short drabble' turns into at least 2.5k of filth soooo excuse me while I edit and finish writing tomorrow 😂 but yayyy I'm so excited to be writing (and posting) something again!!

[miguelobsession]

Miguel O'Hara accidentally telepathy linking with your spidersona and hearing all of your love thoughts about him and him being embarrassed to say anything because he doesn't want you to think he invaded your privacy on purpose but also he can't handle you thinking everytime you meet about how much you want to kiss him