#this is why i'm so attached to supernatural right now

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Bad Day At Black Rock

Masterlist

"Because Demon, that's why. I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a Demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!" Dean yelled at Sam as we ride down the quiet dark road. "No one was chatting, Dean." Sam said, defensively.

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?" I asked Sam. "Because - Because she said she might be able to help us out!" Sam exclaims. "How?" Dean asked and Sam pauses. "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?" Dean asked him again. "She told me she could help you, OK? Help you out of the crossroads deal." Sam replied and Dean looks at Sam, incredulously, while my jaw drops.

"Wait, really?" I asked and Sam nods. "What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is – it's me." Dean yells at him then sighs. "What else did she say?" He asked but Sam stays silent.

"Dude?" Dean said. "Nothing. Nothing, OK?! Look I'm not an idiot guys, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it." Sam said to us.

"You're okay right, I mean you're feeling okay?" I asked Sam. "Yes I'm fine, Why are you guys always asking me that?" Sam asked me, annoyed, when a phone starts ringing. Sam sighs and reaches for his own. "It's not mine." Sam said and I start to reach for my phone to see that my phone wasn't ringing. 

"Not me." I said while Dean goes for his. "Nope." He said then he pauses. "Check the glove compartment, it's Dad's." Dean said.

"Dad's?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call." Dean said and Sam opens the glove compartment, and finds John's phone and answers it.

"Hello? Yes...this is Edgar Casey...No! No, no, no, don't – don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I- I uh, I don't have my - my book in front of me..." Sam said then he gestures to me for a pen and I hand him one. "...do you- do you have the address so I can...Sure, OK. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot." Sam said and he ends the call.

"Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?" Sam asked Dean. "What?" Dean said, confused. "Outside of Buffalo?" Sam asked. "No way." Dean said. "Yeah. And someone just broke into it." Sam said.

"Man..." Dean said as we walk into this abandoned building. "What?" Sam asked as we go towards the elevator and enter inside of it. "Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man." Dean replied as the elevator goes down. "Well, we're about to learn something." I said just as the elevator stops.

We exit the elevator and find the storage container. Dean unlocks the padlock and opens the sliding door, the three of us with flashlights at the ready. On the dusty floor of the container is a symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.

"No demons allowed." Sam mutters. "Blood. Check this out." Dean said and he holds up a tripwire which is attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull. "Whoever broke in here got tagged." I said. "Dear old Dad. I got two sets of boot treads here, looks like it was a two-man job. And our friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking." Dean said.

"So what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something?" Sam asked. "Living the high life, as usual." Dean said as we venture further inside. "Do you think your dad knew about this?" Sam asked me. "It's a possibility, he just never told me." I said as Dean aims his flashlight on a skull and shakes his head, laughing. Sam looks over a desk while I pick up a trophy from a shelf, scraping the dust off.

"1995." I said and Sam turns to look at it. "No way! That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this." Sam said as he looks at the trophy. "Yeah...It was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy." Dean said and I smiled when Dean found something.

"Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade." Dean said, happily, and he laughs and pumps the shotgun. Sam moves further into the container and opens a door to a back room, the chain on the door has been cut.

The boys and I enter and pass pur flashlights over the scene. "Holy crap. Look at this, he had land mines...Which they didn't take. Or the guns." Dean said. "I guess they knew what they were after, huh?" I said when Sam speaks up.

"Hey guys, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes." Sam said as he shows us some boxes with some symbols on it. "Curse boxes? Th – they're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kinda like the Pandora deal?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object." I said.

"Well Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes...He never did say where they ended up." Dean said. "Yeah. Well this must be his toxic waste dump." Sam said then he notices a rectangular shape in the dust and runs his finger along the dust. "One box is missing...Great." Sam grumbles.

"Well maybe they didn't open it." Dean said, shrugging.

We pull up in the alley beside an apartment block, next to another car. Dean leans out and checks the car's plates, which was next to us. "Connecticut. Last three digits 880." He said. "Yep, that's it." Sam said and I click my tongue. "Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera..." I said, shaking my head, and we head out.

We break into the apartment, armed, and sneak inside. Eventually, we come to a door, that was opened, and we see a couple of men inside playing cards. Then the three of us burst into the room, our guns drawn.

"FREEZE, FREEZE! NOBODY MOVE!" Dean yells.

"Don't move!" Sam shouted.

"DON'T MOVE!" I screamed.

"What is this?" One guy said as he and his friend stand up. "STOP!" Sam yells at him as we aim our guns at him. "All right, give us the box. And please tell me that you didn't–" Dean said and I look over and see that the box was opened.

"Oh they did." I said and Dean looks at it then over to the men. "You opened it?!" Dean asked then he shoves one of the men against the wall.

"Are you guys cops?" The guy asked, in a panic. "Huh?" Dean asked. "ARE YOU GUYS COPS?!" The guy asked again. "What was in the box?" Dean asked him and the guy glances over at the coffee table where a rabbit's foot sits. "Oh, was that is, huh? It was wasn't it?" Dean asked then he looks over at me and Sam. "What is that thing?" He asked then the guy uses Dean's distraction to knock the gun from his hand.

It falls to the floor, causing it to fire. The bullet ricochets off a radiator and hits mine and Sam's guns, causing us to drop it. The same bullet then ricochets again and breaks a lamp. Sam and the other guy go for Sam's gun while I go for my gun.

The guy pushes Sam into Dean, who falls back on the coffee table, launching the rabbit's foot into the air. "Sorry!" Sam said and I go to grab my gun but the second guy throws himself at me, sending us to the floor, and then starts punching me in the face.

I try to stop him when Sam grabs the guy off of me and they started fighting. I get up just as the first guy grabs Dean's gun and picks it up and aims it at Sam. Dean tries to go after him but the guy hits him and I go after the guy but he knocks me down as well.

"Guys! I got it!" Sam yells then the first guys moves forward and cocks Dean's gun in Sam's face. "No you don't." The guy said and the second man gets his hands on Sam's gun while the first pulls the trigger on Sam, the gun jams.

The guy panics and tries to clear the chamber, while Dean and I get up and try to stop him. The first guy is surprised and stumbles back, tripping over a rug and falling back over the couch, knocking himself out. Sam, Dean and I look at each other, confused, as the second guy gets up and tries to point the gun at Sam.

"SAM!" Dean and I shouted as the second guy moves, but then the books on the bookshelves behind him suddenly fall off and onto his head, knocking him out cold. Sam's gun flies out of his hand and Sam catches it while Dean and I look at this, astounded.

"That was a lucky break!" I said as I pick up my gun. "Is that a rabbit's foot?!" Dean asked and Sam holds up the small rabbit's foot. "I think it is." He said. "Huh." Dean and I said.

Dean walks over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hands. He gets in while Sam and I were inside the car. Dean takes something out of the bag. "I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal." Sam said as Dean holds up several scratch cards in front of Sam.

"Dean, come on." Sam said, exasperated. "What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!" Dean said as he hands over a coin and a card. Sam scratches it.

"Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up." Sam said and he hands the card back. "$1200...You just won $1200!" Dean exclaims and he laughs and hollers. "I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!" Dean said as he hands Sam another card expectantly while I roll my eyes.

Later, Dean lays out 6 scratch cards on the hood of the Impala, calculating their winnings. "Oh, man!" Dean said while Sam was on the phone. "Now look Bobby, we didn't know." Sam said as I look over the card and shake my head.

"Well Dad never told us about this thing. I mean you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?" Sam asked and I look up at him and see Sam kneeling down and picking something up. He turns and shows us that he picked up a gold watch. Dean mouths "awesome!" while I give him a thumbs up.

"It's a hell of a luck charm." Sam said and he listens into his phone to what Bobby was telling him. "Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby. Well, then, how do we break the curse?" He asked as he places the rabbit's foot in his jacket pocket.

Then Sam hangs up then turns to us as Dean chuckles. "Dude! We're up fifteen grand!" Dean exclaims and Sam gives a half-smile, looking worried.

"Don't worry, Bobby'll find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man." Dean said as we enter the restaurant. "Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, OK?" Sam said and I turn to the lady behind the desk. 

"Hi, uh, table for three please." I said. "CONGRATULATIONS!" The guy standing behind the lady shouts as an alarm goes off, making me and Sam jump. "It's exciting, I know." Dean mutters.

"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!" The guy said and the staff start singing and taking photographs, balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling. Sam looks embarrassed while Dean looks ecstatic and I just roll my eyes.

Later, Sam is on his laptop while Dean is eating a bowl of ice cream, I sit next to Dean and drink my soda. "Bobby's right. This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth." Sam said. "I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." Dean said then he is struck with brain freeze from the ice cream.

Sam and I laugh as a Waitress approaches our table with more coffee.

"Can I freshen you up?" She asked Sam. "Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks." Sam said and the waitress pours Sam more coffee but, smiling at him, until she spills some. "Oh!" She exclaims as the coffee spills all over the table. "Oh! Oh I uh-" Sam stutters.

"Let me mop up here." She said as she grabs some napkins and cleans up the table and Sam as some coffee got in him.  "No, no don't worry it's okay, It's okay- I got it, uh..." Sam said. "It's no trouble, really." The woman said. "Sorry about that." She said. "It's all right." Sam said as it seemed tha the waitress was flirting with Sam, who gives me and Dean a look.

The woman finishes cleaning up and walks away, looking over her shoulder as she goes and smiles. Sam and Dean both lean in and watch her retreating and I elbow Dean, who looks over at me and I raise an eyebrow at him. "What? You know you're the only girl for me." He said, trying to cover up. "Mmm hmm." I hummed as I keeping giving a look that said you're in trouble. 

He kissed my cheek and I roll my eyes but let a smirk play on my lips as he turns to Sam. "Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky..." Dean said as he gestures after the waitress. "Shut up." Sam said, smirking, and he goes to pick up his coffee, but he knocks the cup over and manages to spill it all over the table and himself.

Sam jumps out of his seat. "Oh! Oh Geez, uh..." he exclaims and he turns and a waiter with a full tray crashes straight into him, sending things flying and causing a scene. Dean and I look at this in shock. "Sorry!" Sam said then he turns back to us.

"How was that good?" I asked and Sam searches his jacket pocket and comes up empty. The rabbit's foot is gone. "Son of a bitch." Dean growls and we run out of the restaurant.

"Come on!" I shout as we run out of the restaurant but then Sam falls flat on his face. Dean and I slow down and turn around. "Wow! You suck!" Dean said and we reach down and pick Sam up off the ground. "Ow..." Sam groans. "So what, now your luck turns bad?" I asked as I look down to see that Sam's jeans are torn at both knees, which are bloody and raw.

"I guess." Sam said. "I wonder how bad?" Dean asked and Sam gives us a look.

Later, we make our way back to the apartment and see that the door to the apartment is open. Dean and I walk in but Sam hangs back. "Oh, man. What do you want?" The thief groans at us as we come into his room.

"Heard about your friend. That's bad luck." Dean said. "Piss off." The guy growls at us. "We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman." I said and he looks up at us. "Oh yeah? How do you know that?" The guy asked. "Because she just stole it back from us." Dean said and the guy laughs.

"Listen man, this is seri-" Sam said but as he steps forward and trips on a wire on the floor mid-sentence, pulling a CD player off a shelf and sending it and Sam crashing to the ground, and he takes out a lamp as he goes.

Dean and I just roll our eyes at this. "Sam, you OK?" Dean asked, calmly, not look at Sam. "Yeah, I'm good!" Sam said and he pulls himself up and the guy smirks. "I want you to tell us her name." Dean said to the guy. "Screw you." He spat at Dean

"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner." I said to him. "What?" The guy asked, shocked. "It was the rabbit's foot." I replied and he scoffs incredulously. "You're crazy, man." He said.

"You know she's not. You saw what happened, what it did. All the flukes, all the luck. When you lose the foot that luck goes sour. That's what killed your friend. And my brother here is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now if you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head." Dean said and the guy looks up at us, worried.

"Now I can read people...and I get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?" Dean asked him. "No." The guy whispers.

We exit the apartment block when Dean's phone starts ringing. "Hello?" Dean said when I hear a squishing noise. I look over and see Sam had lifted his shoe to see he stepped on bubblegum. "Bobby, that's uh, great, 'cept Sam, uh..." Dean said then he looks over at Sam and grimaces when Sam lifts his shoe.

"...Sam lost the foot. Bobby, Bobby, listen. This, uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. In her mid 20's, and she was sharp you know, good enough at the con to play us." Dean said as Sam was trying to scrape the bubblegum off his shoe using a broken storm drain grating.

"And she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something." Dean said then he turns to us. "Uh, Luigi or something?" He asked as Sam was still scraping his shoe off. "Lugosi." I corrected him then Dean turns to his phone.

"Lugosi." Dean said and I hear a splash behind me. I turn and see Sam was kneeling down to the storm drainage.

"Bela Lugosi? That's cute." Dean chuckles. "Well she knew about the rabbit's foot. Is she a Hunter?" He asked and there was a few moments of silence as he listens to Bobby. "Ah, I guess she's back. Great. Thanks, Bobby. Again." Dean said and he hangs up then he and I turn to look back at Sam, who looks thoroughly dejected, almost like a child who was told he couldn't have ice cream.

"What?" Dean asked him.

"I lost my shoe." Sam said, plaintively, and we look down at Sam's sock-clad foot and Dean sighs, annoyed, then rolls his eyes and turns away. Sam hangs his head and I give a sad smile towards him.

"All right, Bobby, thanks. Hey, we owe ya. Another one." Dean said into his phone as we pull up to a hotel. "All right, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick...lives in Queens. So it'll take me about two hours to get there." Dean said to us.

"So what are we doing here?" Sam asked Dean.  You, my brother, are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed." Dean said as we pull up to a parking lot.

Dean unlocks the door and leads Sam and I inside, turning on a light. "What am I even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asked. "Nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here..." Dean said as he pulls a chair into the middle of the room. "...and don't move, OK? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose." Dean said and I look over at him. 

"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked Dean. "No, I think it'd be better if you stay here and watch over him." Dean said and I nod at him. "Okay, well...please be careful." I said and I go to kiss him. He kisses me back then he goes to leave and closes the door behind him.

I look over at Sam and see him sitting the chair, looking down. I give a small frown before I sit down on one of the beds and turn the TV on to at least have some entertainment.

Later, I went into the bathroom for a bit but then I heard Sam exclaimed, despairingly. "Oh come on, I- I didn't- I wasn't..."

"Sam, what's wrong?" I asked and I walk out of the bathroom to see him messing with the air conditioner unit. "Sam, what are...?" I started to ask when I noticed that his jacket sleeve was on fire. "SAM!" I screamed and he sees his sleeve and panics. I run towards him to help but then as I got close to him his elbow hits me in the face and I fell to the floor, pass out.

I groan and open my eyes when I realized that I was duct taped to a chair. "Oh, they're awake!" An unknown male voice said and I look up to see two men standing before me. "Back with us, eh?" One of the guys said, smiling. I turn my head to the left and see Sam was tied up as well and waking up.

"We didn't even have to touch either of you. You just went all..." the first guy said to Sam as he wiggles. "...spastic, and knocked your friend and yourself out? It was like watching Jerry Lewis try to stack chairs!" The guy said.

"Who are you, What do you wa-" Sam started to ask but the second guy snaps his fingers in Sam's face. Sam and I look at him, confused. "I used to think your friend Gordon sent me." The second guy said and Sam and I look up at him, shocked. "Gordon?" We said, shocked, then I sighed. "Oh come on!" 

"Yeah, because he asked me to track both of you down, and put a bullet in both of your brains." The second guy said. "Great." Sam mutters and I scoff. "That sounds like him." I said. "But, as it turns out...I'm on a mission from God." The guy said then he strikes Sam across the face. "Hey! Leave him..." I started to say but the other guy hits me across the face too.

After the two men beat both Sam and I up for a bit, one of them throws a couple of glasses of water in our faces. We shake the water off of us while the second guy watches, sitting on one of the motel beds.

"You two were a part of that demon plan to open the gate weren't you?" He asked us. "We did everything we could to stop it." I replied. "Lie lie lie! Both of you were in on it. You two know what their next move is too, don't you?" The guy said, obviously getting annoyed at us. "No, we don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this." Sam said to him.

"Where are they gonna hit us next?" The guy asked us. Sam and I sigh and we stay silent and the other guy strikes us again. "WHERE?!" The first guy yells and we don't answer him. "Gordon told me about you two. About your powers. Both of you are some kinda weirdo psychic freaks?" The guy asked. "No, not any more. We – no powers, no visions, nothing, it just—" Sam said as I nod in agreement

"LIAR!" The guy yell and his friend punches us again. "Now no more lies. There's an army of demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the endgame here, right? So maybe, just maybe you can understand..." the guy said as he draws his gun. "...why we can't take chances." He said and he points his gun at Sam.

"Whoa, okay, okay, no, do— hold on a minute! —" I stammered, quickly, just as the guy's friend starts to intervene. "Hey, Kubrick just—" he said but then Kubrick turns to him, sharply. "No, you saw what happened, Creedy. Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen." He yells.

"Look, we can explain all of that if-" Sam said. "Shut up!" Kubrik yells as he points to Sam without turning around. Sam lets out a long-suffering sigh and I sit there, praying that Dean needs to hurry his ass up. "It's God, Creedy. He led us here for one reason. To do His work. This...is destiny."  Kubrik said to Creedy.

"Whoa..." a familiar voice said and Kubrick aims the gun point blank at my forehead while I squeeze my eyes shut. The sound of another gun being cocked was heard in the room and I open my eyes, slowly, to see that Dean had returned, aiming his gun at the men.

"Nope. No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot." Dean said to the men. "Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall." Kubrick said. "Oh, this thing?" Dean asked, playing dumb, as he holds up his gun. "Yeah, that thing." Kubrick said. "Okay. But you see, there's something about me that you don't know." Dean said as he puts his gun down, looking smug, then he picks up a pen sitting next to it.

"Yeah? What would that be?" Kubrick asked him. "It's my lucky day." Dean said and he tosses the pen toward Kubrick and it lodges itself in the barrel of Kubrick's gun, Sam and I look at this, impressed. "Oh my God, did you see that shot!?" Dean asked, laughing.

Creedy lunges at Dean and aims a punch but Dean easily side-steps and Creedt runs straight into the wall, falling backwards and hitting the floor. Kubrick stares at the pen in the barrel for a few moments before trying to dislodge it.

"I'm amazing." Dean exclaims as he  picks up the TV remote from the table and throws it hard at Kubri k, who is just about to aim for Dean. It hits Kubrick right between the eyes, knocking him out cold. He drops like a stone.

"I'm Batman." Dean said, suavely, and I snort at this. "Yeah. You're Batman." Sam said, sarcastically.

Later, Sam ws crouching down and sprinkling some stuff onto the embers of a small fire. Dean was checking over more scratch cards as I look over some of the scratch cards I bought which most of them were crap or okay cards. "All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it." Sam said.

"One second..." Dean said.

"Dean, you—" Sam started to say but Dean holds his hand out to him. "Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon." He said and Sam sighs. Dean smirks and stashes the cards in his jacket, which is slung over a gravestone.

"All right, say goodbye wascawy wabbit." Dean said as he holds up the rabbit's foot. Then we hear a gun being cocked and we look around to see a woman with long reddish-brown hair, aiming a gun at us. This had to be Bela.

"I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever." She said to Dean. "Put the foot down, honey." She orders. "No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not—" Dean started to say but Bela ignores him and aims and fires her gun at Sam.

"Sam!" I screamed as Sam goes down, groaning. "Son of a—" Dean shouts as I check Sam over, only to see he was hit in the shoulder. "Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger." Bela threatened as I help Sam up while he clutches his shoulder.

"You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your brother and your little girlfriend? Them I can't miss." She said as Dean looks over at us then back at her. "What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!" He shouts at her. "Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people?" She asked us. "Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."

"All right! All right. Take it easy." Dean said and he goes to drop the rabbit's foot, but instead throws it at Bela. "Think fast." He said and she catches the foot and curses. "Damn!" She growls. "Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?" Dean asked and Bela sighs in annoyance.

Minutes later, Bela drops the rabbit's foot in the embers. "Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer." She said. "Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam? (Y/n)?" Dean said. "Nope." Sam said and I shake my head. "Not even a little." I remarked and Bela glares around at us.

"Hmm. Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry." She said as she goes to lean on the gravestone where Dean's jacket is.

"Oh don't go away angry, just go away." I said to her and she smirks. "Have a nice night, boys and girl." She said as she walks away and the rabbit's foot burns in the fire.

"You good?" Dean asked Sam as we walk back to the car. "I'll live." Sam said. "I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck." I said and Dean nods before he looks up. "Oh! I forgot we're up $46000. I almost forgot about the...scratch tickets." He said and he searches his jacket and comes up empty.

At that point, Bela's car roars in the distance as she honks her horn. Sam, Dean and I look at each other, then watch her drive away. "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean screams in anger and I smirk a bit.

"Actually, we're not too bad off." I said. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, angrily, and I pull out some of the scratch off tickets from my pocket. Both boys look at me, their eyes widen in shock. "I had a feeling she'd would try to steal something from us after we screwed her over. So, while you guys were getting ready to burn the foot, I went over to your jacket and switched out the tickets." I explained and Sam smiles at this.

"The ones she's got a couple of them are the winning tickets, you know, for the trouble we caused her but a good chunk of them are the ones I bought and they are either duds or a twenty-five dollar winners." I said and Dean smiles at this as Sam chuckles.

"Have I told you that I love you?" Dean said as he comes up to me and I hand him the tickets. "Oh every now and then." I said, smiling, then Dean leans in and kisses me. "Well, I love you." He said and I smiled at him then the three of us head over to the car.

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[maagicmushies]

I think I'm just gonna post my thoughts on every hxh's character's nen and how they aid their individual stories because it's really fun to talk about and these thoughts are constantly bouncing around my head.

killua's is probably the best execution and cleanest cut case of this. Nearly every character who sees Killua use his electricity based abilities instantly become heartbroken realizing what this means. This little boy is familiar enough with the sensation of electricity that he can just replicate it. It's an extension of his training as a Zoldyck assassin, but it's very possible that he was put through worse tests than anyone else in his family due to his incredible potential and right to the family name. Killua's story is about unlearning the toxic behaviors so deeply ingrained into the Zoldycks as a whole and while it is sad, this ability to control electricity is his first step onto that path. It takes something that was constantly used to hurt him and transforms it into something that serves him.

In my opinion, that alone would be good enough writing to justify the ability, but through Greed Island and the Chimera Ant arc it just gets more interesting. Killua gets to refine this electricity control into two more specific techniques, Shock Palm and Thunderbolt. You'd think "Oh, he's an assassin, so these are flashy kill moves like the Chidori from Naruto", but both have consistently shown to do nothing besides stun. Killua can't kill people with these, either because of low power output or because of a subconscious limiter born out of his desire to escape his family. Provided, Killua does still kill people in the Chimera Arc, but to do so he has to always rely on Zoldyck abilities. It's always his claws, the Yo-yo or any of his assassination techniques. To kill is to constantly go back to being a Zoldyck while using his electricity is outright defying their programming. The non-lethal aspect of these abilities also show how much Killua begins attaching his worth to Gon at this point in the story. In contrast to all the utility that a quick stun provides, Gon for most of the story can't do anything besides land killing blows. Killua has just as much potential as Gon, if not even more, he could have come up with something just as destructive, but chooses not to because both in HxH and in Killua's eyes, Gon is the main character and Killua is just happy to be a piece of Gon's story.

This move from being an obedient facet to the Zoldycks to an obedient facet of Gon's life isn't as healthy as it initially seems. Gon treats him much nicer (for now), but it doesn't solve the core issue that Killua doesn't any sense of self worth, he doesn't think he deserves to live for himself. As sad as it is, he can't overcome the trauma of his family without also overcoming this dependence on Gon and removing Illumi's needle is a necessary step in this. This is why I love Hunter x Hunter. Illumi's needle is magic. I mean it's nen, but nen is magic by another name. However, instead of just being a cool setpiece that facilitates well choreographed action, HxH's use of supernatural powers is so intertwined with the characters, often being blatantly metaphorical. When Killua removes Illumi's needle, he is literally forcing his brother's influence out of his brain and able to think for the first time without his family's judgement clouding any of his thoughts. You could have a scene like this in a show without any supernatural elements, but there's just something about the sudden tangibility of these mostly emotional moments that feels right.

The removal of Illumi's needle sets the stage for Killua's ultimate technique - Godspeed. Godspeed: Whirlwind is a big "fuck you" to Illumi's needle. Killua, who once ran away from Pitou, uses it to fearless stare down Youpi. Whereas Illumi's needle suppresses all of Killua's fighting spirit in the face of a stronger opponent, Whirlwind suppresses his inhibitions, allowing his body to move without the limits of the brain. It would be a perfect capstone to his story but we aren't done just yet. Godspeed: Speed of Lightning lets Killua take control of this newfound power of Godspeed and use it for... Whatever he wants to. We see it briefly at the end of the Chimera Ant arc, but it gets a ton of focus during the next arc where it is crucial to Killua escaping with his sister Alluka. It's only because of this journey he got to go on that he does something he should have done for a very long time, it lets him be to Alluka what Illumi should have been to him. At this point, Killua is self actualized, he know what he wants to do with his life. He doesn't want to just mindlessly drift along to Gon's whim, he wants to see the world and let his sister see it with him. That self actualization is Speed of Lightning, all of his power wielded selfishly for the first time in his life. He deserves it.

[yanderes-galore]

DBD Herman Carter (The Doctor) with your prompts: 8 + 41, please?

Hm... I'll see what I can do as one of these doesn't fit him. I'll try to twist it so it does. As a result, may be OOC but you can be the judge of that. I tried to keep him as close to canon as possible though.

AU before the fog where you are Carter's patient and it, predictably, is horrible. It's short, unfortunately, but I hope it was horrific enough :)

Yandere! Herman Carter Concept I'm pulling from

Yandere! Herman Carter Prompts 8 + 41

"I could look into those eyes forever...."

"I made this mark on myself to show you how much I love you!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Electroshock therapy, Violence, Torture, Obsession, Self-Mutilation (Doctor), Sadomasochism, Unhealthy power dynamic, Vague kidnapping implied, Twisted and forced relationship obviously, Brief blood mention.

No more....

The thought echoes through your buzzed head like a fading message. Your mind tingles and melts, failing to make any other thought but a desperate plea. You couldn't even look at the man who put you through this.

You didn't want any more of this....

Your breathing is sharp and ragged. Your muscles still twitch from the last blast of electricity coursing through your flesh. Your restraints hurt when your skin brushes ever so slightly against them...

Is that burning flesh you smell?

Is it yours?

"What wonderful results..." The sound of praise buzzes in your ears. The supposed doctor operating on you walks into your blurry view. You grimace at his smile. "I expected such from my favorite patient."

You don't doubt your mind is fried by this point. You don't remember what compelled you to come here and for what. Did you even come here of your own volition?

All you know is what's here right now. All you know is electricity making you numb... while a doctor claims he's curing you. Of what, you want to ask, but he'd never answer.

"You look adorable when dazed." The doctor comments, chuckling in a pitch that screams supernatural. "You should know you're special to me."

You don't dare dwell on the idea of what happens to other patients of his. Are they all treated like this? Or... do others get it much worse-

The doctor's wide eyes scan over your scarred flesh. Your breathing is faint... tired. His patient looks so vulnerable... so vulnerable for him.

He likes this one...

He may even say this is what love feels like.

Love's meant to make one feel tingly, right? Or maybe that's just the electricity coursing through the both of you. He laughs to himself at the thought.

Herman Carter wasn't sure why he felt so attached to this patient. Was it those watery eyes? Was it the fact you lasted the longest?

You've even managed to cause lasting marks on him. In both his rapid beating heart and his charred flesh. He had surprised himself when he marked something into his flesh to remember you by in case you pass.

Ahh... love. If this is love, love feels wonderful. He likes this feeling... this feeling is what kept you around for so long! Maybe it's just delusions but he's never felt something so good.

He loved seeing you in restraints. He loved the power you gave him. He loved your screams and whimpers...

He loves you.

The doctor looks into your eyes for a moment. All of his attention is on your... it feels eerie. He shudders in what appears to be a sigh or quite laughter. You want to cry and scream when he shoots out an arm to hold your sensitive cheek.

"I could look into those eyes forever...." The doctor murmurs dreamily, a giggle slipping out soon after. He looks so lost in thought.... The doctor is simply admiring his work, he loves those eyes of yours.

Your tears... your cries... your flesh... your blood... the entirety of your being...

It's all his now.

He wonders if you understand the intensity of these feelings. Can you comprehend what he feels? Don't you feel it too?

Or do you doubt him?

"This is love..." You hear him giggle again. You grimace. Love... oh, he was more deranged than you thought. You'd scoff if it didn't feel like your skin was going numb with pins and needles. He then continues his ramblings.

"Oh... I know this must be what love is. The others didn't make me feel such a way. Dear... I hope you know I'm serious about what I say."

He then pulls back, turning around to unbutton his coat. You tense up, fearing the worse once he undoes the undershirt too. You clench your eyes shut when he turns back around.

"I made this..." He shudders, his tone depicting twisted excitement with every stuttered breath. "I made this mark on myself to show you how much I love you!"

You refuse to look at what he wanted to show you. That is until the doctor expresses his annoyance by grabbing your head. Your eyes shoot open to meet his.

"Look." He says bluntly, pulling away. Fearful of more treatment, you look. You immediately feel sick.

On his chest... his skin is blackened and scarred into the shape of a crude heart. It's all a sick portrayal of his 'love' for you. It wasn't even a depiction of a simple cartoon heart. It held detail... too much detail... and the smell of burning flesh makes you gag.

The doctor only giggles and laughs at your reaction, clearly enjoying the torment it brought to you. You don't know where to look. Do you keep staring at the burnt gash on his chest... or his face?

"Now you know how much I adore you..." The doctor continue, stepping closer as he buttons up his shirt and coat. "But what about you?"

Your heart stops... was it the shock from the 'therapy'? No... it most likely was the shock that the question sparked within you. Please, no...

The doctor pulls a scalpel and begins to cut your shirt open. You can't squirm, he restraints hold you taut. The doctor watches your reaction with glee.

"You must feel the same. You have to. That's why... I'll make the same mark on you."

You shake your head, the adrenaline kicking in as you try to flee. You can't. If there was a way... you would've been gone earlier. The doctor pulls the cloth of your now tattered clothes to the side and prepares the scalpel for flesh.

"This way... you'll know we're meant for each other... this will be our love..."

You cry out of panic and desperation when he angles the scalpel onto your abdomen with precision. The first cut you barely feel... but beads of blood still drip down your red skin. The doctor giggles one last time before glancing up to your eyes again.

"Now... do me a favor, dear... and hold. still."

[jennilah]

I think i started to follow you bc of tiny!cas, like eons ago, let me tell you seeing you get into different fandoms over the years has been a delight.

I remember seeing post of you going like 'hey these slasher film kinda go hard' and look at you know.

I mean this in the best way possible, I feel i've been watching a house plant grow, every now and then catching my attention and being amazed by the changes

omg thats such a sweet way of describing my... well happy autism awareness day everyone, its a nice way of describing the way i naturally transition through my Special Interests lmfao

actually, for the holiday, let me infodump about this very aspect of my brain to anyone who isnt aware how this works for me. (also every autistic person is different, so this is just how this symptom manifests in me)

ill say "phases" to simplify, though thats an unfair word because it implies im "over" my past phases. 99% of my past phases are pretty much there for life, but in the back of my mind. (So long as I didnt have a "bad breakup" with it for some reason, which is rare but happens) The ability to become a raving lunatic about it is dormant until someone asks the right question.

There can only be one interest (sometimes 2, with one being the less dominant one) at the forefront of my brain at a time, though. that defines the "phase".

so for example, my recent Halloween phase is "over" and I am 100% fully into Saw now, but I still absolutely love Halloween and Michael and Jason and all those guys. as evident by me still happily sharing gifsets and art and buying merch etc if it tickles my fancy. They're just hanging out in the background of my mental display case.

yea whoever follows my tumblr for a very long time has watched it happen in realtime. the transition between interests. i know for a fact which phase I started this blog on. if you're here from the beginning, youve seen, in order:

-Durarara!! -Deus Ex -Supernatural -Godzilla -Detroit: Become Human -There was like a few weeks where it was HLVRAI -And then it was plants. There was a year-long stretch with no Special Interest and I was latching onto odd things (and I was very inactive here) -Halloween & Friday the 13th -and now, Saw

I have many other things I love, but they don't clamp around my brain in quite the same extreme way.

my phases can last any amount of time, anywhere from a few short intense months to 5+ years, its completely random, completely unpredictable. even the interest itself is impossible to predict. its not something i choose, its something that happens to me.

sometimes i avoid watching things for a long time because im still very emotionally attached to my current phase and im genuinely afraid the shiny new thing will replace it. all art or fic ideas for the previous phase? theyll be abandoned. all I will want to create will be related to the new thing. (though I will sometimes draw it anyway, like digging up old toys to play with once in a while. The likelihood just drops considerably)

which is why right now i pretty much put a pause on the other franchises I plan on watching. I'm genuinely gripping onto Saw like someone is tryin to take it from me.

and then sometimes im like "haha yeah right. ill be fine. ill eat my shoe if my brain latches to this" and then put on the movie and by the credits roll im a new person (yes thats what happened with Saw. I really had no idea.)

this is also why im terrified of even just "checking out" things that have, like, a toxic fanbase or something, because i cant stop a new phase from happening if it does. and its really hard to keep it to myself, fuck

(do u know how mad i was when i realized i was attaching to hoffman the evil dirty cop??? i was so scared of drawing him, dudes. but thankfully everyones been cool abt it and we're all very aware of his awfulness & we have fun w it)

and every time my brain changes and i do get obsessed with some new thing, i get really scared and worried and hope I dont bother everyone who followed me for something else :(((( and yet, every time, im absolutely floored by how many people choose to tolerate my newest nonsense and stick around anyway

anyway ive lost the plot of what point i was making here OH YEAH thank you!

tl;dr: that would be the autism! thank you, it WILL happen again! that is a threat! 🥰

[thelunarfairy]

Random opportunity to rant about the arcs that got left out of the anime, especially the Young Exorcist arc since it got shortened down to a conversation that makes anime-only viewers think Teru is evil. (At least it made me think he's evil, but anyone anime-only I mentioned him to seemed to dislike him.) (Also the fact that the arc introduces the Minamoto brother dynamic very well and the convo it got replaced with just not doing that.) (And the fact that anime-onlys didn't get to see Teru fight Hanako)

I got reminded of how unhappy I am about this and wanted your thoughts lol

This arc is very important, I hope it is in the reboot. It is there that we see Kou go against Teru's principles and that he is starting to believe that supernaturals are not all dangerous, he is having his own view on things.

This was important because it was thanks to Kou that Yashiro didn't give up on staying by Hanako's side.

Teru is being one-sided for now, so it's difficult for people to get attached to him, regardless of whether it's in the anime or manga. It's not explained why he hates supernaturals so much (although I'm sure he has a strong explanation for that, and I think it has to do with their mother's death).

He only shows that he cares about his brothers, even if he is kind to some other people, you can see that he doesn't really care. I still find it very suspicious that he said so suddenly that he liked Aoi, just when he needed Akane to help him, Teru likes to use blackmail to get what he wants.

So, I'm still neutral with him, I'm waiting for his story so I can feel more empathy. I understand that he doesn't like supernaturals, but he uses people, including Yashiro. Even though he threatened that he would kill her, perhaps to intimidate Hanako, I felt that he would actually do it if necessary.

I think if the exorcist arc were to be made into an anime, people still wouldn't like it, in fact I think they would be more angry than they are now. Hanako wasn't actually threatening Kou, he just wanted to show him that his thoughts can be dangerous, you can't deduce that a supernatural is good just from some actions he does, nor that murder is justifiable. But Teru showed up right away and decided to finish off Hanako.

Hanako was a victim of the situation, so even people who follow the manga don't feel that much empathy for him. Don't get me wrong, a lot of people like him, but some people don't like him either.

Teru is also very mysterious, and in the official questionnaire about "which JSHK character would you be" to get Teru, you need to select "You have any secrets", in other words, there is still a lot we need to know about him.

I think he's going to surprise us a lot, not just him but his younger sister too hahaha, I imagine that the story that Teru hides from his brother is very sad and that's why I always give chances for some explanation from Teru.

I hope you liked it, thanks for the ask! ♡

[teamfreewill2pointo]

I have a friend who works in the industry and this person happens to know someone who knows what Jensen is currently working on, they didn’t tell me what it is because they know I’m a fan lol they just told me that the plan is to start filming later this year, to get released later next year, because of post production... it’s something that will change the game for him in their opinion and it's nothing related to supernatural.

I have heard about this as well and I hope we get to see it!!!

I thought Jensen had essentially confirmed he was working on something big at Amazon (at AHBL or Burcon?) and that he would be very busy later this year. Did that fall through?

With the way the industry is right now, it's better to refrain from getting excited until it starts filming, but even then, just because he films something doesn't mean we are going to see it (although that's more rare). Look at what happened with the Rust tragedy.

I do think that this current project has a better chance of getting off the ground because of who's attached to it, but I'm just trying not to get too attached because I was really excited about the project he was doing with Berlanti.

“He's had some bad luck with regards to the strike. He was supposed to be filming last December. There's a lot that got wiped clean during the strike, so just bad luck.” — any clues about what that was?

All I can say is that it would've been with Amazon and Amazon dropped a lot of projects with the strike. I don't know for sure that's why it was dropped, but that's what the rumor is.

[sunny-117]

Here are the fun facts about me🥰✨️

I'm quite tall for my age. I'm 5'11 aka 180 cm

I'm very VERY clumsy. Like... my phone falls down so often I had to buy a lot of new ones because they broke of my clumsiness. Now I have a safety phone case😅

My first ever celebrity crush was Johnny Depp because I watched Pirates of the Caribbean the first time as I was 12 years old

My nickname as I was a lot younger was literally "pookie" or "blabbermouth"

I literally have so many fears. Especially of the dark and spiders. I also had a needle phobia but that is now OK because of the surgery I had

I had a surgery last year on my throat. It's very difficult to explain that but now I have a large scar on my throat

I can't see blood. Literally. I feel ill if I see it

If I'm comfortable around someone I get super giggly and talkative

I love to laugh

Here comes a description how my laugh sounds like: mostly silent laughter or squeaky laughter. But if I'm comfortable with someone there is also the tea kettle laugh or thr literally "HAHAHAHA"

My absolute favourite food is Pasta and lasagna 🥴

I'm an overthinker

I had braces for 6 years

I love to work as a volunteer. Especially if there are kids involved

I'm a picky eater

I wear what I want to wear. So I never go with a trend what's on social media or something like that. But I love comfortable clothes. Especially turtle necks

I am self ticklish🙈 also if I tickle myself with a feather or brush

So don't you dare to use the next fact against me🥴🫣 the ticklish places I know from myself are my hips, neck, shoulders, back, tummy, sides and knees/thighs. Oh and underarms

a funny thing was when I wasn't 18 yet, I was signing in to a contest where you had to be 18 but the... the woman who did the signing in thought I was already 18 because of my hight😂

Baby's are creepy for me. The way they stare at you it's just... really creepy

I am lactose intolerant but I love cheese🥹🫠

The ones that know me Irl see me with an "angry" or really serious resting face. But even if I look so serious I'm really nice 🥺

I never broke a bone before. Even if I am so clumsy

I don't know if that's a secret talent but I can role my r's. Most people can't do that so I guess it's a talent, right?

Music is one big part of my whole life. I love to sing, dance and listening to music

I cry when I laugh more then 2 minutes

Friends would describe me as: friendly, golden hearted and cuddle bear

Yes I really love to cuddle but I'm really touch starved :'(

I need to take medicin every day

My biggest pet peeve is when people walk slowly infront of me. Like... I have long legs so I need to walk faster then others do

I'm insecure about my body. For example because of stretch marks on my belly or thighs

I don't really like waiting. Like... patients is a no go for me🙈

My favorite colour is purple💜

Oh and I forgot that I sometimes snort if I laugh

I get attached to people very easily

My love language is physical touch

I live in chaos😅🙈

My favorite tickle fantasy is that I'm just cuddled and gently being tickled as I'm being cuddled. That would be so nice🥺🥹

I am very emotional. So I cry very easily

My favorite series of all time is vampire diaries, Supernatural and Sherlock

My favorite film of all time are Pirates of the Caribbean, the Lord of the rings and the hobbit

I'm very VERY shy if I meet new people. If it's irl or on the Internet. So I'm sorry if I don't answer dms or something not immediately

When I sneeze it's like one really loud and snotty sneeze or two a little quiet sneezes

My spirit animal is a cat or a sloth😂

I get tickled very rarely. I hope I get more tickles in the future.

I don't know why but if I get tickled I kinda like it... don't use that fact against me🫣🥴

I whine... like literally

I can't really argue. So the other wins mostly an argument

One red flag about me which is really embarrassing to reveal now is that I get easily jealous. I know... its not good...

I'm single

I hate maths

My natural hair colour is blonde

I love drawing

I have one dimple on my left cheek

I'm a night owl.

I can't stand it If someone talks like... 3 hours about one topic

I'm addicted to ice tea. I love peach ice tea so much

Kids are really naughty if it comes to tickling. One short tickle story from last summer. We were eating on that event and it's so sweet that the kids are so eager if their attached to someone that they want to sit with them. So as we ate the two kids beside me asked me out of the blue: are you ticklish? I couldn't answer fast enough because they started tickling me

I love writing

And last but not least...

60. I wrote a love letter to a boy I've liked in school before but he never opened it...

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Here you go guys. Have fun reading❤️

[plushii-gutz]

Part 5 💥💥💥💥💥🦊🧸 I'm irrelevant

☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆

Galvana was late to wake up, their energy drained from the long night previous. Despite sleeping in, the celestial still felt oh so tired. Their mind hadn't rested - just their body. It felt impossible to move from the bed sheets. Scaratar was the first and only monster to check in on them.

"Are you awake, Galvana?" She asked. "We're having a quick meeting in the kitchen. I want you to be there!"

"Give me a second," they yawned.

"Alright. But it's important!"

Once alone, the supernatural monster threw on their usual hoodie and pants, combed out their hair, and left to wash their face. With a quick spin, they made sure to also grab the laptop they had.. borrowed, we will say. Borrowed.

Down the hall, closer to the front door, Furnoss stood on call with an unknown number. To the rest, that is. He spoke in a hushed voice, though not much of a whisper, with an occasional pause so the other end would have a moment to respond.

"No, not for a while," he hummed. "I don't want to keep them locked up in any manner, but I worry they don't fully understand how important it is to keep hidden. Syncopite has driven me mad! Well, those islands aren't technically ours anymore. Have they learned? No, they shouldn't. They understand a bit, but not much. Just enough to keep them safe. I know I can't keep it hidden forever. Maybe when they're older. Yes, dear, I know I've been saying that for years. Watch your tone! I know well what I'm doing."

Galvana paid little attention to it, instead poking their head into the kitchen. It seemed everyone, apart from themself and Furnoss, were chatting at the table and sharing stories. Taking note of Plixie being there, Galvana left for the stairs.

They inched into the plasma monster's room, placing the laptop onto her bed and sending an email with a file attached to their own device. They made sure to wipe the history and delete any saved photos, logging off completely before leaving it to be found.

Returning to the kitchen, it seems Furnoss had decided to join. Alongside him, Strombonin and a new face. The new monster seemed to be an insectoid, neon green and darker, almost black green stripes interchanging on its fur. Its head was yellow, a round eye on either side, and black markings on the top. This must be Humbug - the monster Strombonin had mentioned all that time ago. He seemed to be having a blast meeting everyone, and especially Scaratar.

"Galvana!" She stood up, glad to see them here. "This is Humbug! He'll be helping me once I move out."

"Move out," they mumbled. "Right. You're leaving soon."

Humbug held out its hand, shaking Galvana's. The poison monster led them to the table, where Strombonin turned his eyes away. Apart from the Mythical, they seemed to be having a relatively good time.

"Now that everyone is here," Scaratar began, "I might as well tell you all what's going on. Humbug here is going to come with me when I move out.. which will be in a couple of weeks."

"Weeks?" Furnoss stuttered. "You told me a couple of months!"

"Which is why is probably why we're having this meeting," Plixie remarked, "so she could tell us." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Even so, she seemed off about the idea. Losing Syncopite, Attmoz, and Glaishur still left an odd hollowness in the castle. Now, Scaratar was leaving, too.

"It is," Scaratar continued. "I know I didn't give everyone an exact time, and that was my mistake. I'll make the most of what I have left. With Strombonin and Humbug's help, I'm going out into the big city!"

Furnoss hid his face in his hands. As if it weren't stressful enough knowing she would be gone.

"Hold on," Plixie sat taller. "The city? Where there's monsters everywhere, and someone is always fighting someone else? I wanna tag along! fuck yeah!"

"As much as I'd like to have one of you to travel with me, it definitely comes with its risks. Maybe when you're older, Plixie."

The plasma monster sunk back into her seat with a snort, now annoyed that only one of them would be going on an exciting adventure into the colorful lights and bustle of the streets. Torrt tapped at the table nervously.

"Uh- how exactly are you going to keep hidden? Because.. Because of all the other monsters."

"That is where I will become of assistance," Strombonin chimed in. "As of right now, the other Mythical monsters and I are working on multiple disguises to make Scaratar's appearance unrecognizable. She will be able to walk among other monsters and have no issue."

The Celestials were provided with pictures of the costumes' progress. They were mostly dresses that could hide her many limbs and build, hats and masks of every kind, scarves and mittens. The poison monster herself had plenty of input as to what she would like added or removed and seemed quite proud of her creations. Hornacle had wondered why she asked him so many questions over color theory lately. Seems he has an answer now. Furnoss didn't seem very assured.

"This - this seems very dangerous," he managed to say with a chuckle. "I don't suspect you to - to try and talk to any other monster, yes? Or be out too often?"

"What Syncopite did was stupid, but this is just ignorant," Vhamp spat. Surprisingly, it was Galvana who hushed him up.

"Furnoss," she said softly, "I understand you're worried, but I'm not a monsterling anymore. I have an Ethereal by my side, Strombonin will check with me often.. I promise you that I'll be safe."

"Where will you be staying, exactly?"

"Probably an apartment. From what I have seen, it doesn't seem as if the other monsters would pay much attention in certain areas, so I shouldn't worry too much about visitors."

"And you'll have service, right? To call us?"

"Of course, Furnoss. I'm leaving the castle behind - not our friends."

"I just- I really just think this isn't the best plan.." He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence before the rest took over the conversation with curiosity and questions. What did she have planned? Would she try to build new friendships? What was there to do in the big city? The fire celestial felt defeated. All he could do was trust her, and based on his current state of mind, it may prove to be difficult.

The meeting went on for far too long. For one of the monsters, at least. Galvana left to stand in the hallway, watching as the rest slowly exited the kitchen and returned to their rooms or chores around the castle. As they poured out, Vhamp was pulled aside.

"You have a printer somewhere, right?" Galvana asked.

"Yes," the Mech Celestial answered, a little confused as it did. "Need to use it?"

"Probably. I'll explain more in a bit."

Vhamp led the way into his room. It wasn't much decorated, the main items being anything of necessity and comfort. A collection of stickers sat on top of a drawer, next to a desk holding an old computer with a printer nearby. Following their instructions, Galvana printed a small, flimsy sheet with a black-and white photo and sat it in from of Vhamps eyes.

"Blueprints," it said monotonous. "Is that Wubbox?"

"Can you translate it?" The supernatural monster asked, ignoring the question. "I know a lot, but I don't know this."

"You do? Wouldn't have guessed that in a million years."

"Just explain to me what the hell this is. I wouldn't recommend trying to tick me off right now."

"Is that a threat?"

"It will be if you don't listen!"

Vhamp hopped back, looking Galvana over as if they expected to see a whole other monster. It wasn't common to hear their voice, even less so with such venom in it. When was the last the two have spoken? Maybe Vhamp just recalled too early in its life, when each of them were younger and oblivious - and kinder.

"Alright," he finally agreed, returning the same tone. "I'll need to draw this to a higher scale. Hand me my pencil, and we'll get started."

Happy with the other celestials cooperation, Galvana handed over the pencil. A sort of metalic flap on the side of Vhamp's body opened, a robotic claw taking the pencil in its grasp as they began to make a proper sketch of the blueprints on a larger sheet. As they went on, Vhamp began to explain each part and how the wubboxes as a whole function, any bits he didn't fully understand being left for the internet to answer. Galvana's temper cooled greatly as time passed, more bearable and perhaps a bit nice. So long as Vhamp reminded them that he was more needed in this project, they held their tongue.

Initially, Vhamp wondered why Galvana wanted to know so badly about the robotic monsters, but having done a bit of its own research, it wasn't too shocked. The wubbox was Galvana's addition to the world. Vhamp himself had looked into Reebro - his own creation. It was curiosity. Even Scaratar seemed lost in wonder when she met Humbug. The other celestials would react the same way, would they not?

Once the new, clearer blueprints had been finished, Galvana left to do the rest of the research on their own. Shockingly, Vhamp was a little disappointed to watch them leave. Sure, their entrance was hostile, but it wasn't anything it couldn't talk them down from. Neither of the Celestials were the most social with the rest. Finding out they shared an interest of creation was interesting, though. Perhaps he'll keep it in mind. For the time being, though, Vhamp carried on with his chore of cleanliness.

Galvana's research landed entirely on the plant wubbox. Each of the wubboxes had a different build, different biology, and it seemed Sage was the only of the group to be made of organic material that could live on without the electricity emitted from her core. What else did this affect? It would be far too strange to ask her directly, wouldn't it? Luckily, nothing of the wubboxes was restricted online. Anything Galvana wanted the answer to, they got.

☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆

Glaishur wasn't surprised to wake up to an empty bed. He was confused, however, by the nearby desk and computer being empty. Attmoz was usually up by now, tapping away and taking the most mind-numbing calls known to monsterkind for work. Glaishur would usually say good morning, perhaps give the cloudy monster a peck on the cheek before running off to do the daily duties of foraging, counting supplies, whatever the cabin needed that day.

Not this morning, however. Attmoz was gone. The cold celestial felt his worries growing by the minute. Had he really pissed Attmoz off that bad? Did he leave? Was he alone? When Glaishur wasn't given an answer directly, his mind made up one. Right now, none of them were good. He was quick to get up, slipping on his jacket while under the impression his partner may be lost outside. His steps were fast, leading him to the door. He was stopped by the sound metal against the wooden floors, followed by a whole lot of swears. A peak into the kitchen revealed all he needed to know.

Attmoz stood at the stove, covered in multiple different substances ranging from syrup to eggs yolks. He seemed to have a critter-trap stuck on his tail, as well as silverware caught in his long hair and crumbs laid just about everywhere. Whatever he was attempting to make, it certainly wasn't turning out well.

"Uh.. 'Moz? You alright in there?"

The air Celestial spun around, knocking over another bowl and barely catching it in time before whatever mixture in it could spill out.

"Hey ba- gla- uh. Glaish. Babe."

"What the.. don't you have work today?"

"I took the day off."

"I... I can't tell if you're tryn'a cook or if somethin' blew up."

"Both," Attmoz answered. "Both happened. You wanted to get a new toaster anyway, right? Right."

"There's batter on ya mustache."

"I got hungry. Look, I feel like shit because of last night. I know I shouldn't have fucked with the kitchen, especially with the rules we made of combining how we wanted the cabin to be. It was even worse of me to leave you alone at night. I know we agreed to always talk stuff out, and I messed up by.. not doing that. I wanted to try and talk it out over breakfast, but-"

"You blew up the kitchen?"

"I blew up the kitchen."

"As much as I want to forgive you," Glaishur crossed his arms, more to comfort himself than to show annoyance, "You really hurt me last night. I know I probably shouldn't have kept bothering you about it, though."

"No, Glaish, you were within your right to. I broke the rule, I need to be held accountable. I don't expect this to be fixed immediately - it really was shitty of me to act the way I did. I'll make it up to you. Not with pancakes, though."

Despite how he claimed to still be upset, Glaishur assisted in cleaning the mess, even with Attmoz telling him to take a break or just wait for him to finish on his own. It wasn't too much of a chore, as most of it simply needed a wipe down and perhaps a little air freshener.

"How did you get butter on th' ceiling?"

"Slipped."

"And that pan is on fire."

Attmoz yelped, taking it off the stove top and dropping a rag over the flames to suffocate them.

Instead of undercooked eggs and soggy pancakes, they enjoyed some fruit and yogurt on the couch, some unknown reality TV show playing in the background. It was for the better.

"Alright," the air elementalist sighed. "This doesn't justify what I said or did, but I haven't been very open about, like.. how stressful this whole move has been. Or what's going on at work."

"But you wanted t' move out, right?" Glaishur asked. "We've had this planned since we met Strombonin."

"Of course, Glaishur. I'm glad we did, too. It's just really weird not being with the other celestials, you know? It's a completely different island. A different culture, different environment. There was a lot of change. I don't mean this to come across wrong, but I'm surprised at how collected you have been. All of this change just.. it came really fast. I try not to let my emotions lead my life, and I haven't been very good at that lately. I'm sorry."

"Honestly.. I feel th' same way. I don't show it, but.. I'm not really doin' all too good myself. I keep sayin' that it's only been a couple of weeks, that it'll become normal, but I'm worried that it won't. It really was a lot."

"I feel like we haven't had time to make this cabin feel like a home. The second we got here, we got to work. Never fully settled, huh?"

"Guess not," Glaishur shrugged. "It feels cozy. It feels like a home. But I think something is missing."

Attmoz nodded in agreement. It was good to know he wasn't the only one, although he also wouldn't have wished for his partner to feel the same discomfort he did.

"Now.. about my job. I know Strombonin said we didn't have to pay him back for anything, but it kinda feels selfish, you know? I know he offered to help and everything, but.. I don't know, actually, I'm just like this. I try not to ask for help, really."

"Noticed," the cold monster teased, motioning to the kitchen. "But, yeah. I know where you're comin' from."

"That aside, a coworker forwarded an email to me. The 'big guys upstairs' are debating a mass layoff. Thing is, they're replacing a lot of monsters with AI."

"You were hired a couple of months before we left Plant Island, right? Why are they gettin' rid of you already?"

"To cut costs. Business hasn't been great since our competitors got the upper hand. Me and a bunch of other newly hired monsters might be terminated for no reason other than greed. I thought, since it doesn't really matter, I'd take the day to make sure we can get on the same page again. I'll probably quit before they get the satisfaction of telling me to flee."

Attmoz moved closer, raising an arm and offering Glaishur to lean on to him for a bit of comfort. Glaishur accepted.

"I've been a real jerk lately. I don't want to let all these bad vibes fuck up everything we've worked hard on. I know I need to start talking about everything more. I'm sorry I kept it all in until it got to this point. I don't really know how to make up for all of this."

Glaishur sunk into his lover for a moment, thinking over everything he had been told. Attmoz hadn't lied to him, and this was the first time they had any sort of argument or fight. He was visibly remorseful, and although it wasn't very strong, his hand was shaking.

"I'll give ya some grace," the purple monster decided. "I know you didn't mean it. I'm gunna be upset about all of this, though."

Attmoz wheezed, as if he were holding his breath this whole time.

"Thank you. I didn't think that would change."

"You think I'd say no?"

"I mean.. maybe. I would have."

Glaishur looked up, seemingly unimpressed.

"Ah, don't listen to me. Alright, what do you wanna do today?"

He rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling and debating. He wasn't super energetic after having to clean up the kitchen, as well as the sleepless night. Snowfall was light outside, as it always was. It was day, and not much could be done without the risk of being seen.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked the pink monster.

"Hmm.. well, I'm definitely no cook. Can't help you there, as much as I'd like. I was thinking.. something we used to do. You know, like sneak out together, explore the woods a lil deeper, maybe even make another board game. Heh, can't believe we left that behind. I hope it's being put to good use. You know how Furnoss would use it to distract the rest? Wonder if he still does that. Oh, we could wait until later tonight and head into town! Actually, no. We aren't as small as we used to be. Eh, maybe we could. What do you think? Glaishur?"

Looking down, the cold monster had taken the opportunity of Attmoz's distraction to doze off into a warm slumber. It seemed he was making up for the night previous, now huddled close and comfortable.

"Why do gay monsters nap so damn much?" Attmoz mummbled jokingly, brushing some of Glaishur's hair from his eye.

Attmoz spent the morning making a mental list of what he and Glaishur should do for the day. Whatever he came up with, he'd be sure they both agreed on it. He may need to contact Strombonin at some point, though. The situation with work wasn't going to get any better. The worry began to crawl back. But the sight of his home, his partner, his commitment; it kept him in the moment.

Attmoz wasn't going to let the day be driven by the madness that had struck him before. That was behind him. Now, his only job was to make this house a home.

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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Five - Petty Clark |

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x Bruce Wayne

Warnings : smut, minors DNI, petty Clark, thirsty Clark, obsessive Clark, boomeranged Clark, darkish Clark, stalker Clark, flirty Bruce, petty Bruce, oral sex, overstimulation, voyeurism, attempts at humor, typos

If you don’t like it, don’t read it

Does wandering through the park count as a date if the person you’re wandering with is your fake SO that had no idea you’ve developed a deep, last minute crush on them?

Again, much like the trains leaving the same station, question

Or the if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound kind of question

Fuck it. He still counted it as a date.

But did you?

Of course you didn’t

You were vibing, enjoying the light breeze, strolling alongside him without a care. Positively adorable. He was scrolling through his phone, pretending to be distracted. Anything to take his mind off of the fact that you were window shopping to go on a real date with another man. No, not just a man. Bruce Wayne.

Most people's fantasy.

It seriously made his blood boil.

Any other day, the asshole would be hip deep in Gotham drama. But no, not this time. This time he was skipping his not-so-happy ass around Metropolis, trying to get into mischief, among other things.

Still, he supposed it was good that there wasn't anything too dire happening lately. The most recent emergency being the skirmish in Fawcett when an annoyed Shazam got more than he bargained for when he crossed paths with Black Adam. It took half the Justice League to diffuse the situation and calm Teth the fuck down, which eventually happened, but his phone ended up a smashed casualty the moment he'd arrived to the scene.

Hence the button mashed message that was sent to you.

Why didn't he just send a "you up" text like a normal fuckin person

Granted he was not at all normal

But you didn't know that

Plus, in his own defense, he didn't have a fixation on you like he did now

He took a deep breath for the third time that day, his eyes floating to you when you turned your head to address it.

"Okay. I'll bite. You okay?"

He breathed a laugh. "The concerned tone was a nice touch. Really."

"I know, right?" you beamed with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Anyway, I guess I'm just kinda distracted."

"Still thinking about Lois?" you said, feigning an annoyed groan, shaking your head at him, "I swear, dude, whenever you get her, I have every confidence you'll never let her go."

He opened his mouth to give you a saucy retort, but nearly collided with you when you'd suddenly crossed in front of him.

"Well, well. I didn't think leisurely strolls was a Bruce Wayne thing," you said, a small purr in the back of your throat as the billionaire approached you both.

They're not, Clark thought to himself, flashing a cordial smirk to the playboy.

Bruce's eyes flickered to Clark, but remained focused on you. Clark tensed a bit, already sensing the bullshit.

He was used to the theatrics, but he wasn't in the best frame of mind to pretend today. He just wanted to enjoy the ambiance of the park. With you. Bruce seemed not only perceptive to this--as he was supernaturally observant in any given situation--but he seemed to be feeding on it.

He shrugged with an easygoing smirk. "Not usually. You've actually caught me giving the decorations a onceover." True enough, the park was beautifully decorated for the event, fairy lights strung up around the park, ornate signs attached to the streetlamps, the storefronts clean and decorated to impress any and all window shoppers. It was quite a lovely sight. You hummed with an impressed smile.

"Never thought you were much of a hands on guy either. Color me surprised."

"Get to know me," he joked back with a saucy wink and Clark felt his jaw tighten a bit. Especially when you let out a flustered laugh.

"Well, that's the point of the evening, is it not?"

"Overall, I suppose," he agreed, his eyes flickering to Clark again.

"Kent," he said casually, as if finally realizing he was there, "I didn't expect to see you here. Especially without Lane. You rarely see one without the other."

Clark cleared his throat with his usual polite smirk. "I um. I have the day off."

Bruce looked between the two of you briefly, realization flashing across his face. "I see. My apologies. I didn't realize-"

"Oh. Oh no, no. We're just colleagues," you fumbled, sounding ironically similar to a certain photographer. Clark quietly folded his arms when you looked to him for support, instead pinning you with a look that made you look awkwardly back at Bruce.

After a quick pause, you looked between them. "Wait, you two know each other?"

"In passing," Clark said, friendly smile in place, "Throwing his money around at a charity event, I believe?"

You threw Clark a look, but Bruce never faltered, dipping his head with a modest smile. "Something like that, yeah. I'm sorry I had to decline your Daily Planet an interview then, but you'll have to admit. Holding out does have it's benefits."

His eyes found you again and you gaped a bit at him with another flustered laugh.

"You sure it's smart to shamelessly flirt with the woman that's gonna be grilling you this evening?"

He gasped as though he were shot through the heart. "Ouch. Even after I sent you flowers?"

"Admittedly the flowers were a nice touch, but I'm not really the bought off type," you volleyed back with a smirk.

"So there is wiggle room," he sassed with a wicked smirk that made you smile and fold your arms defiantly.

"Providing there's anything left of you after I put you through the gauntlet, I'll let you know."

Bruce breathed a quiet laugh. "Now I can tell you're colleagues."

"Oh yeah. Y/N is ruthless. Always gets her story," Clark supplied, reminding you that he was indeed still there--and apparently very amused by the exchange. You rolled your lips at the subtle jab and shrugged.

"Hallmarks of a good reporter," Bruce said, smooth as silk, "Unfortunately, you'll have to excuse me. I have a few more things to see to before tonight."

He headed towards the park again, pulling a phone from his inner pocket. Once he was out of earshot, you turned to him.

"What was that all about?"

"You ever stop to think of how it might look having my girlfriend on a dinner date with Bruce Wayne?" Clark asked point blank, his eyes rolling from Bruce's back to you. The question obviously threw you; your brows furrowing a bit at his tone.

"...It crossed my mind, but it's an interview, not a trip to Prague," you said, arms still folded solidly, "Besides. That'll make it all the more easy for you to get with Lois...right?"

Oh that's right.

Lois was why he was doing all this in the first place.

It was easy to forget.

He breathed a small, smile. "So now I'm supposed to be the inconsolably heartbroken ex-boyfriend?" You seemed to take the bait and relaxed your arms as you both continued on the sidewalk.

"Well. Not inconsolably. That's the whole point."

He laughed. "It doesn't exactly paint you in a very flattering light either."

"I mean. Gonna have to agree to disagree. 'Bruce Wayne’s Sugar Baby' has a pretty good ring to it."

He laughed louder, pretty blue eyes rolling to the sky. The envy storming behind them was a sharp contrast to the pretty golden hue of the evening beginning to set in. "Sure."

"You obviously don't care for him, do you?"

"Guys like him bother me, yeah," he admitted, relieved to be relieving a bit of the pressure of pretending. You seemed very amused by it, your pretty eyes lighting up at the confirmation.

"Really. Why?"

"I'm sure you'll find out tonight," he said cryptically, purposely refusing to meet your eyes. Your smile melted into a bit of a curious frown, but you shook it off.

"Well anyway, you feeling any better?" you'd asked, in a tone that suggested that you were just about to part ways with him.

"Of course. You go ahead," he said with a reassuring smirk. You gave his arm a light nudge.

"Text you the deets later."

He gave you a light snort. "Do us both a favor and don't."

You snorted back mockingly, crossing your eyes at him. He rolled his at you, jamming his hands in his pockets and backing to head the opposite way.

"Just. Be careful."

"Always," you called, turning and heading into a nearby store.

Night approached unforgivingly quick

Giving him very little time to process the events of the afternoon

Couple that with the very real feelings he had developed for you and it wasn't terribly surprising that he found himself sitting on the building opposite of yours

Modified mask on his face

Behaving very much like the bad guys he usually caught

But he couldn't very well risk getting caught watching your building as Superman, could he?

He watched you from the shadowed edge, having arrived just after you’d taken another shower. This time, however, you were sporting a plush robe, tied loosely around your waist while you laid out your outfit for the evening. You were nervous—he could tell—but your heartbeat was mostly even. Not at all as elevated as when you were touching yourself.

He felt his dick twitch. Bruce didn’t make your heart race like he did.

You hummed softly, letting the robe slip from your body, giving him full, delicious sight of your sexy black lingerie. Strappy and lacy.

His dick twitched again.

You were so fuckin beautiful. The sexy way you gnawed your lip, trying to decide which shoes you were going to wear. The defined curve of your thick hips taunting him as you paced. The cute tilt of your head while you tested your options. You were a work of art.

Dangerous. Coveted. Sexy. On display for him to see, but not touch. Oh, how badly he wanted to touch.

You were fully dressed now, pacing in your front room, phone in hand. You paused to type and his phone immediately vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket.

If you know something about Bruce, just tell me

A petty smirk spread across his face. He didn't answer right away, instead watching you sweat it out for a few minutes.

I don't. Just saying.

Your rolled your eyes at that.

Clark.

Now you're breaking Rule #4

He paused.

There isn't a 4th rule.

He saw a smile twitch at your lips.

Rule #4: Be honest with your fake girlfriend

He rolled his eyes with a smile of his own.

I just don't like silver spoon types like him

Chasing beautiful women is one of his pastimes

You bit your lip, the smile bleeding onto your face giving him a rush he could see himself getting addicted to. You tapped your next message, but you didn't send it immediately, instead moving to your sofa to sit down before finally hitting send.

Clark Kent, did you just call me beautiful?

His smirk turned wicked.

You gonna tell your sugar daddy?

Your heartbeat increased. You were staring at your phone, obviously trying to decide how to take that. You started nibbling on your fingertip with a naughty smirk.

Actually, I just might

He started to type his response when Bruce's town car pulled up to your building.

Because of fuckin course it did.

He tucked his phone away and trailed it to the restaurant and watched Bruce lay on the extra charm all night. He’d axed La Mercerie last minute, instead reserving an entire rooftop restaurant not terribly far from there for better privacy “in the name of his interview”.

Neither you, nor Clark bought the excuse, but, unlike Clark, you seemed very amused at his blatant attempt to get you alone

Clark knew the asshole was actively trying to make sure he could hear them crystal clear while he wined and dined you

It was a very petty, twisted game of chess that seemed to thrill the vindictive man.

Why, was anyone’s guess. Bruce was unhinged.

About as unhinged as he was right then, watching the two of you throw saucy comments at one another.

“Well that about sums up the interview with time to spare,” you said, checking the time on your phone as you stopped the recording.

“Your half, anyway,” Bruce smirked, swirling his glass of Merlot. He read your curious glance and offered a smirk. “Time to tell me about yourself.”

You laughed, not easily won over. Billionaire or no, Bruce was in for a dance of wits. “You’ll have to schedule an appointment with my agent this time.”

He took a sip with a low laugh. “Perhaps I will. You seem well worth the time.”

You rolled your eyes, though Clark could hear your heartbeat increase. Direct compliments always did you in, despite the resistant front you put up in response.

“Wow. You are incredibly forward, Mr. Wayne,” you laughed and he shrugged.

“Bruce,” he softly reminded you for what was probably the third time that evening.

“Bruce,” you parroted back, expecting a response to your statement.

“Unfortunately, it's the only way I know to be, really. I’m not really the ‘beat around the bush’ type.”

“So I see,” you laughed with a saucy smile, swirling your water around in your glass to mimic his earlier action, “Well, you've already found out my favorite flowers, so maybe you know more about me than you let on."

He sat forward, eyes cast to the side, a mysterious smirk on his face. "Perceptive. I do make it my business to know who I'm dealing with. Casual observation does the rest."

"For example?"

He took a small breath, sitting forward, his eyes closing briefly before opening and pinning in place. "You're confident, as evident in your tone and posture. You're very witty and intelligent, but you think before you speak, so you're most likely very popular, and…you’re single.”

You gasped a bit at his immaculate delivery, a small smile tickling your lips. "What makes you think I’m single?"

His eyes lowered and he smirked to himself, sitting back again. "If I may continue to be so bold, your dress doesn’t say, ‘I’m taken’. It says ‘Take me.’”

Your body heat increased. You were embarrassed that he’d read you so easily. Bruce had that effect on people. To Clark, it was annoying, but you…you simply laughed.

“Is that what you hear my dress saying?”

“Was I wrong?”

You paused, eyes cast to your silverware. “Not entirely.”

“In your own words then. What are you trying to say?”

That was how it began

It ended with that very same dress—in addition to your sexy underwear—discarded in a silky pool on the floor of his hotel room.

You were warned against slipping under him, but you couldn’t help yourself

The man was positively delicious

Plus he had a mouth and he knew how to use it

In more ways than one

Besides

There was no way you could’ve known that Clark was Superman and was using his powers to watch everything you were doing that night

In fact, you were doing your best to forget about him and Luke and everyone and everything in that moment

There was only Bruce

Only this moment

No strings

No obligations

He was right at home between your thighs, dragging his tongue along the sensitive tip of your clit. He didn’t have much trouble obliging your overstim desires, his broad hands hooked around your thighs as he did so. Refusing to let you close them as he licked you like one would enjoy an ice cream cone on a hot day—relishing the taste and the feeling on his tongue.

“You’re shaking, Y/N….are you done?” he asked with another drag, tone implying that he most certainly was not.

"Not even close," you smirked, eyes still welded shut while he tormented you.

"Good. The night is young."

He dipped his head for another taste of you—

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNG

The sharp ring of the hotel’s fire alarm snapped you both out of it. Bruce breathed an ironic laugh as you shifted to put your clothes back on. Clark Kent was much worse off than even he imagined.

(Part 6)

(Part 4)

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 22 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

Sam's shop. I've never been there before, but it's about time to change that, I'd say. We need the distraction. Grim is enjoying it fully, probably thinking about the tuna he's sure to get.

And here we are! Admittedly, I'm not sure if we can afford anything that's not on sale, but it's worth a shot, right?

The shelves are stocked high, but not too high- many students are a bit short, so the items are only about two and a half meters off the ground at the highest. Despite that, there are stools along the ends of the rows, magically attached to their paths along the edges of the isles. I don't need them.

"Okay, Grim, can you smell the tuna or anything? I don't know where to look."

"No need, dear customers! I'll show you, just follow me."

Grim and I follow the man in the patchwork top hat through the expanse of items and prices, recognizing him as Sam, the owner. As he leads us, an odd feeling settles itself into my being. What is it? Oh, that's it- though the shelves are short, the store is vast, stretching onward like a neverending maze. Following Sam through all this feels a lot like I'm walking through a limnal space, guided by a supernatural entity of unknown origin.

"Here we are!" In front of us, Sam is motioning to a shelf with stout cans of tuna stacked one atop another. Sure enough, the price tag on the edge of the suspiciously strong plastic reads "SALE" and is followed by a slashed-out price displayed above a price that's worth half the original, written in larger font. I don't need to look to know Grim's reaction.

"Thank you!" I wave to Sam, grab some tuna, and turn back. He's gone by then, so I just move Grim to my other shoulder and walk to the counter. Sam is waiting there, smiling as usual, and sends us off with an enthusiastic "Thank you!" When we pay and leave.

How unusual. Oh, well. I'll let Grim have a can of this now, and the rest can be saved. Now, where's a trash can?..oh, over there!

...huh. There's a spot in the trash bags over here that's cleared out, about the size of a first-year student. Why? I can't see any reason someone would clear this out. Other than boredom, but this looks like it's been here for a while now. How odd. Meh.

I trash the lid and walk away. We have better things to do. Say, for example, hiding pencil erasers in Ace's bag until he notices and says something, or trying to figure out what the hell is up with Korrak.

"Myeeh, do you hear that?" I stop walking, merely two steps from the indent, and attempt to fine-tune my ears. When I hold my breath, I hear it. Music.

I'm a sin, but I'm half of the hourglass, glass, glass

I don't recognize the song, but I hear it. There is definitely some kind of music playing. But from where? A quick glance at Grim's ears tell me it's toward the pile of trash.

I turn around, slowly, silently, and look a little closer. The music is decently loud now, but I can't see its source.

"Hold my can." I take the half-eaten can of tuna from Grim with one hand and lower the other to allow him to jump down. He ignores the platform entirely and jumps down without my help, landing on concrete and quickly deciding he'd rather move the bags with magic than with his paws or face. The one right in front of him glows somewhat, rises, and reveals a pair of beaten-up headphones plugged into a strange, once-white rectangle.

Grim looks at me. I reach in with my free hand, grab the headphones, and Grim releases the trash bag the instant nothing is under it anymore in favor of hopping onto my arm. When I'm fully upright again, I pass Grim his tuna.

"Myeeh, thanks." He returns to eating. I try and examine the device. It resembles a rectangle when viewed from the front or back, but looking at the top gives it a more almond shape- if almonds were pointed at two ends and not rounded at one. It's very thin, too, much thinner than an almond.

The music still plays. I can't identify the song, but this is probably on a playlist, so I wait for the song to end. It loops.

Dah dah dah dah, da-dah dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah

The music kicks up. I still don't recognize the song. The headphones don't fit over my head, but, in my endeavors to put them on, I see him, on the edge of my vision. Barely visible.

Korrak. I don't see Rook. Why is he here?

Ok, Yuu, hold on. You don't want to sound suspicious. That's your roommate and friend. He doesn't know I've seen him yet. So...

I turn to face him and ask, "Hey, are these yours?" He startles. Okay, maybe that wasn't the right move. Still, he attempts to reply- a series of quiet chitters and chirps I can't understand, yet still too loud to miss for my now cat-level hearing, even over the wind and faint music.

"Yeah," Mandible nods, presumably translating for Korrak, "those are ours. Thanks for finding them." I can't be sure as to why Korrak stutters and Mandible doesn't.

"Well, here you go. Your song is still playing." Indeed it is, the singer's voice calling out to be remembered for hundreds of years. Korrak, upon seeing my outstretched hand, visibly relaxes and reaches out to take it.

I've seen that reaction before, on videos, in photos, and in the mirror- not the magic one- when I realized something I saw as precious hadn't been stolen or lost, but was being returned to me.

I saw it in Grim's eyes, reflected from my own when I saw him before the entrance ceremony.

These must be important to them. They've probably had them for years and years, a persistent source of comfort through tough and easy times alike.

Grim was like that for me.

"Thanks," speaks Mandible. It takes me a moment to register his words as his, momentary confusion clouding my judgment of Korrak's voice vs. Mandible's jaws moving. The confusion clears with a single word rushing into my mind: ventriloquism.

Another question rises from the ashes of my puzzlement, burning like a Phoenix: why doesn't Mandible stutter?

Just as quickly, the question abandons me, and nothing more comes of the interaction- rather, a new one begins at the moment's end, with Rook walking up and playing a hand on Korrak's unoccupied shoulder. Korrak briefly panics, a flash of intense fear taking root in his eyes, but that fear is pulled up when he realizes whose wrist the black-gloved hand is attached to.

"Monseurs," Rook begins, nodding at me and Grim as well as Korrak and Mandible, "Come with me. You are going to brew potions in class soon, and I have been instructed to ensure that you all know the basics and how to apply them."

I approach when Rook motions with his free- well, not really, he's holding his bow with that one- hand for me and Grim to follow his lead. A short-feeling walk later, we're back at Pomefiore's main building, through the lounge, down a flight of stairs, and standing in a dark, basementy room that reminds me of medieval castles- if they were cleaned and the atmosphere of a damp, uneven-floored chamber were intentionally crafted. Rook leads us over to a cauldron, and I see the nearby bench against the wall. Epel is sitting there, head slumped a little to his right like he's drowsy, but not yet asleep.

Rook snaps his fingers. Epel jolts upright, his head turning rapidly from side to side until he spots us and hurries from his seat to a spot beside the cauldron. He's in his labwear, and, with a flick of his magic pen, so is Rook. Korrak follows suit, swapping his neatly-buttoned jacket, dress shirt, and Pomefiore-purple vest for a dull white lab coat and a pair of the goggles every Pomefiore student has. Mandible chitters something I don't know at him, and, a moment later, me and Grim are the only ones not in labwear- a fact soon made false. Clearly, my practice is paying off.

Rook waves his magic pen again, filling the cauldron with a shimmering liquid I initially fail to recognize as water in the opalescent lighting of the room. Epel looks at us all, moving his goggles down his face to sit over his eyes once Grim taps the clear frame of the cat-adjacent familiar's protective eyewear.

"Now, then," the vice housewarden speaks up, his voice steadfast, "Every Pomefiore student worth their salt needs a flawless pharmalogical grounding." He briefly moves away to fetch a cart with three levels, the upper two of which are covered in a thick, single layer of small glass vials with corks. The top jars look to contain herbs, judging by the faded green and slightly-wilted brown reflected and refracted by the smooth, light-bending surface of their containers. The ones on the middle level, however, appear to contain a collective rainbow of various spices, rocks, furs, and everything else Crewel hasn't let us touch yet, with the exception of equipment.

I squint at the sudden, unmistakable scent of mint wafting off the cart, in spite of the fact that it's on Rook's right and I'm on his left. Grim moves to cover his nose with his paws, but stops when he remembers he's wearing lab gloves and that might not be a bright idea. Looking over, Mandible's nose is twitching like mad- he and Korrak must be getting the brunt of it.

In asingle half-second, I realize Rook is holding his breath, his chest steady instead of slowly moving with his lungs, and then he pushes the cork down onto a vial I hadn't noticed him reaching for, closing it. The aggressive scent of mint wanes and blows away. Rook exhales and inhales, clearly relived. He's a hunter; his sense of smell is sharp. Too-strong oders must be overwhelming to him- they are to me.

A memory surfaces in my mind- falling asleep in a bed of mint, wild mint, dug up and moved to one spot, with Grim in my arms, and then it fades, vanishing like clear gel tossed into the sea. Another event rises into the forefront of my attention, more solid and vivid than the last. The mix of disappointment and sorrow that rose then comes with it, soon yet gradualy overtaken by the sense of apathy that settled into my being back then. That numbness stuck around for years until fate dragged me into this school to reunite with Grim and feel again.

Why did that particular memory surface? What is it that ties then to now, only now? Laying in a bed of mint- oh! My nose is sharper now, much sharper. Back then, I could lie in a bed of it and rest well, but now a meter and a half away is too close.

My familiar stands on all fours and stretches straight up, claws digging ever-so-slightly into the surface of my skin and coat. I snap back to the present. That's right, I'm busy. Busy doing what? Oh, that's right, Rook's helping with upcoming potionology work.

"Now, then..." Rook doesn't talk too much, evidently favoring the act of guiding us by our hands and arms, only commenting when the herbs become involved. Contrawise, he hums near-constantly, one of the melodies bringing the earlier encounter with Korrak and Mandible to my immediate attention. It's the same song.

Rook was there. Good. That means Korrak had some other company. I was a little worried, but now that I know Rook was there to keep an eye on them, some tension I was previously unaware of dissapates like smoke set free from a jar and into the cool evening breeze.

Soon, though, we are back upstairs, in the Backstage Room, discussing as we usually do. I hear someone say the time and our roommates leave me to complete my last two steps with ease, choosing to brush Grim until we're both off to bed. Korrak is asleep by the time we get there, and, soon, Grim curls up in his cat bed as I curl up in my human bed, and then we both close our eyes for the night. My dreams are a single, simple phrase:

"Memory Lane"

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

My Bloody Valentine

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

"So...you were the one who found the bodies?" Sam asked the roommate to this girl named Alice, who had died along with this guy....by them eating each other to death. "There was blood everywhere...and...other stuff...I think Alice was already dead." the girl said, upset. "But Russell wasn't?" Sam asked her. "I think he was, mostly, except...he was still sort of...chewing a little." she replied and I do everything in my powerto not gag and throw up. "Oh. Uh-huh." Sam mutters.

"How do two people even do that--Eat each other to death?" the girl asked. "That's a really good question." I said as I hold back the vomit that was creeping up on me. "Now, the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically?" I asked her. "How do you mean?" the girl asked me, confused. "I mean, did she seem...unusually hostile, aggressive?" I asked and the girl shakes her head.

"No way. Alice never drank, never even swore. She was a nice girl. And I'm talking, like, a nice girl--Like she still had her promise ring, if you know what I mean." she said. "She was a virgin?" Sam asked her and she nods. "No premarital. I used to wonder how she did it. I mean, you know, didn't do it. It was her first date in months. She was so excited." the girl said. "Apparently, they were both pretty excited." I joked and Sam rolls his eyes.

"How'd it go?" Dean asked us as we walked into the motel room, bringing in a bag of fast food and a small grocery bag. "Um...No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out." Sam said. "Hmm. That's where I was puttin' my money." Dean said. "Nope." Sam said as Dean rubs his eyes. "Well, then what, then?" he asked and Sam and I shrug.

"Oh, guys! At the coroner's-- you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a- and they just...kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like - like...Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent." Dean said. "Well...I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight." I said as I sit on the bed and pulled out a chocolate bar out of the grocery bag and start to eat on it.

"All right. I'm just gonna go through some files...at the library. So you two can have fun." Sam said and I look over at him as I break another piece of the chocolate in pop it in my mouth. "Sorry?" Dean and I said. "Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you two later or in the morning." Sam said.

"What are we doing?" Dean asked Sam. "Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, you used to always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas? But now that you're clearly attached..." Sam said as he nods at me. "Figured you two would like some alone time." 

"Oh, yeah. Well...be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it tonight." Dean said, shrugging. Then Sam looks over at me. "Honestly, I'm fine. Besides, never really was a huge fan of Valentine's Day. I'd rather have an unexpected romantic gesture on any other day." I said as I break another piece of chocolate and eat it. "This is why you're my favorite." Dean said, joking, and I let out a playful scoff.

Dean takes a sip and I look over at Sam, who seemed surprised and confused. "What?" we asked him. "That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong." Sam said as he mainly stares at Dean in surprise. "Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted. Nothing's wrong. We gonna work or what?" Dean said as he sits down at the table and Sam eyes him, worriedly, until he eventually sits down at the table and I join them and we get to work.

A moment later, Sam turns and looks out the window them he sniffs the air. "You okay?" I asked Sam, concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said as he slowly turns back and gets back to work.

"Agent Marley, you just can't stay away." the doctor, Dr Corman, said as Dean, Sam and I walk into the morgue the next day. "Heard you tagged another double suicide." Dean said. "Well, I just finished closing them up." The doctor said then Dean turns to me and Sam.

"Dr. Corman, these are my partners, special agent Cliff and Jett." Dena introduced and Corman nods at us. "Agent Cliff and Agent Jett. I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples." he said. "Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?" Sam asked him. "Not at all. But like I said -their...Good-and-plenties are already tupperwared." Corman said. "Super." I said, a bit of sarcasm in my voice.

"Leave the keys with Marty up front. And please, gentlemen and lady...refrigerate after opening..." Corman said and he leaves and we go over to the Tupperware filled with organs and we put on gloves and start to examine the remains.

"Hey." Dean said, after nudging my side. I turn to him and he hands me one of the hearts we were examining. "Be my Valentine?" He asked me and I chuckle a bit. "Oh, how sweet. And they say romance is dead." I said, sarcastically, and Dean chuckles lightly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second." Sam said as he looks at the heart in my hands. "These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter." He said as he takes the heart out of my hands and examines it. "Oh, no." He mutters. "What?" Dean and I asked. "I think it's Enochian." Sam said.

"You mean like angel scratches? So you think it's like the tagging on our ribs?" I asked him. "(Y/n), I don't know." Sam said, unsure. "Ah, hell." Dean said and he trembles hid gloves, pulls out his phone and dials a number. "Cas, it's Dean. Yeah, room 31-c, basement level...St. James medical center." He said. "I'm there now." Cas said as he appears in front of us, still holding the phone to his ear.

"Yeah, I get that." Dean said as he stares at him. "I'm gonna hang up now." Cas said. "Right." said Dean and Cas hangs up the phone then goes over to the table and picks up one of the hearts. "You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well--" Cas said.

"So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?" Sam asked. "It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate." Cas said. "Okay, but who put them there?" I asked, confused. "Well, your people call them Cupid." Cas replied and I furrow my brow at this.

"A what?" Sam asked. "What human myth has mistaken for Cupid is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third-class." Cas explains. "Cherub?" Dean asked. "Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them." said Cas. "You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?" I asked Cas, to clarify. "They're not incontinent." Castiel said.

"Okay, anyway. So, what you're saying--" Sam said, trying to figure out what was being said. "What I'm saying is a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him--before he kills again." Castiel said. "Naturally." Sam said. "Of course we do." Dean grumbles.

Later, we go to a resturant and the waitress brings Dean a cheeseburger, Sam a salad and me a grilled chicken sandwich. Dean then looks over at Cas, who was sitting across from me and Dean and next to Sam.

"So, what, you just happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?" Dean asked him. "This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of-of garden the Cupid will come to-- to pollinate." Cas said as Dean puts ketchup on his cheeseburger and was about to eat it but put it back down at Cas' last words.

"Wait a minute. You're not hungry?" I asked him. "No." Dean said and I furrow my brow at him. "What? I'm not hungry." Dean said. "Then you're not gonna finish that?" Cas said and he takes Dean's cheeseburger and begins to eat it.

After a few minutes, Cas looks around then said. "He's here." and we look around. "Where? I don't see anything." Sam said. "There." Cas said as he nods towards the couple across from us. "You mean the same-side-of-the-booth couple over there?" Dean asked as he nods towards the couple. "Meet me in the back." Cas tells us as he gets up and leaves.

"Cas, where is he?" Sam asked Cas after we make it to the back of the restaurant. "I have him tethered." Cas assures then he begins a chant. "Zoda kama mahrana. Manifest yourself." he said and we look around. "So, where is he?" Dean asked, when suddenly a chubby, almost naked man appears and grabs Dean in a hug.

"Oof!" Dean said. "Here I am!" the cupid said, happily. "Help!" Dean yells and I had to hold back a laugh. "Oh, help is on the way. Yes, it is. Yes, it is." Cupid said then he drops Dean then walks over to Cas. "Hello, you!" he said and he picks Castiel up, hugging him.

"This is Cupid?" I asked Cas. "Yes." Cas replied and Cupid sets him down then turns to me. "C'mere you!" He said as he walks over to me. "Oh God, no...!" I said but he grabs me and pulls me into a hug. "Ugh, feels like I'm being hugged by a boa constrictor." I groaned as he sets me down and looks over at Sam.

"And look at you, huh?" He said. "No." Sam said and he turns away but Cupid appears in front of him, hugging him too. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" he said. "Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?" Dean asked. "This is...Their handshake." Cas said. "I don't like it." Dean said. "No one likes it." Cas said as I hold my side. "I think he bruised a rib." I said and Cupid stops hugging Sam and turns to us.

"What can I do for you?" he asked. "Why are you doing this?" Castiel asked him. "Doing what?" Cupid asked, confused. "Your targets-- the ones you've marked--They're slaughtering each other." Cas tells him. "What? They are?" Cupid said, almost like he was shocked. "Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin' around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!" Dean yells and Cupid looked a bit upset.

"What we don't know is why." Cas said. "You think that I--Well, uh...I don't know what to say." Cupid said then he walk away a few feet from us and begins to cry.

"Should...Should somebody maybe...go talk to him?" I asked. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Give 'em hell, Cas." Dena tells Cas, who sighs then walks over to Cupid. "Um...look. We didn't mean to, um...hurt your feelings." Cas said then Cupid hugs him.

"Love is more than a word to me, you know. I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right!" Cupid exclaims. "Yes, yes. Of course. I, uh...I have no idea what you're saying." Cas said, groaning. "I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that that's nothing to do with me. I- I was following my orders. Please brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see." Cupid said as he lets go of Cas then Cas stares at him for a few moments.

"He's telling the truth." Castiel said as he turns to us. "Jiminy Christmas. Thank you." Cupid said, happily.  "Wait, wait, you said--You said you were just following orders?" I asked and Cupid nods. "Whose orders?" I asked. "Whose?" Cupid said then he begins to laugh. "Heaven, silly. Heaven." He said.

"Why does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Dean asked him. "Oh, mostly they don't. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies. Oh, like yours." Cupid said, nodding towards Dean and Sam. "What?" Sam asked. "Yeah, the union of John and Mary Winchester--Very big deal upstairs, top priority arrangement. Mm." Cupid said.

"Are you saying that you fixed-up our parents?" Dean asked him. "Well, not me, but...Yeah. Well, it wasn't easy, either. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. But when we were done with them--Perfect couple." Cupid said.

"Perfect?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Cupid said, nodding.

"They're dead!" Dean yells. "I'm sorry, but...the orders were very clear. You and Sam needed to be born. Your parents were just, uh...meant to be." Cupid said then he begins to sing. "A match made in heaven- heaven!" Then Dean punches Cupid. "Son of a bitch!" Dean yells but Cupid disappears.

"Where is he? Where'd he go?!" Dean asked, angrily. "I believe you upset him." Cas said, plainly. "Upset him?!" Dean yelled and I go up to him and place my hands on his chest. "Dean. Enough!" I said. "What?" Dean asked me, angrily. "You just punched a Cupid!" I shouted at him. "I punched a dick!" Dean screams.

"Um...Are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately or not?" Sam asked Dean. "Or not." Dean growls as he pushes me aside and walks off while I scoff.

"Hey. So, uh, this guy was not marked by Cupid, but his death is definitely suspicious." Sam tells us over the phone. He had gone to the medical center again to investigate that a man had died from eating a crap ton of Twinkies. Dean and I were walking to the Impala, bout to head back to the motel, as Dean has his phone on speaker so that I could hear it while I had a bag of Oreo cookies in my hand and was eating them.

"Yeah, well, (y/n) and I just went through the police blotter, and counting him, that's eight suicides since Wednesday and 19 ODs-- That's way out of the seasonal batting average." Dean said. "Yeah, if there's a pattern here, it ain't just love. It's a hell of a lot bigger than we thought." Sam said.

"Yeah, all right. We'll see you in 10." Dean said. "Yeah, okay." Sam said and Dean hangs up and we get into the car. I had eaten a couple of the cookies when Dean looks over at me. "If there is any crumbs in this car, you're cleaning it." He warns me as I swallow the cookie. "Sorry, Dean...I'll be careful." I said as I put another cookie in my mouth. 

"What is going on with you?" He asked me and I shrug. "I don't know. Suddenly, I've been having a strong craving for any chocolate of some kind!" I said after swallowing the cookie. "Oh God, please tell me you're not pregnant." He groans. "No! At least....I don't think so." I said as I try to think. The last time Dean and I had sex was only about a couple of weeks ago when Sam said he was going out for awhile and Dean and I were able to get a couple of rounds in before Sam came back in. 

But there was no way the cravings would've kicked in that soon....could it? I mean this craving started to happen when we got here. 

I look over at Dean as he gives me a look that says Are you sure? "Look, if it continues, I'll go get the test." I said and Dean nods and he starts up the car and we head off.

"Dean?" I said after a moment of silence. "Hmmm." Dean hums. "Do you think...those Cupids set up my parents?" I asked and Dean turns his head to look at me for a moment before turning his head back to the road. "I don't know...maybe...I mean, it's a possibility since you're Ariel’s vessel." Dean said and I think. "But it seems any angel we've been in contact with and when they see her, they act surprised." I said and Dena shrugs. "Maybe not then..." he said as I think again.

"You think...they set...us up?" I asked Dean and immediately he shakes his head. "No." He said, firmly. "How do you know?" I asked him. "Because if they planned for me and Sam to start the apocalypse, I doubt it." He said and I give him a look. "So you're saying I might have been a mistake or a fluke?" I asked, a bit of a laugh in my voice. He smirks a bit, taken noticed of the laugh in my voice then said. "Possibly. But if you were planned or a mistake, I can assure you...."

Dean looks over at me then takes my hand in his right hand and holds it. "...meeting you was no mistake. And I believe my feelings for you are real." Dean said and I smile at him. "You can be real sweet, you know that?" I said and Dean chuckles. "Oh, yeah. I'm a really Prince Charming." He jokes and we share a laugh.

"What the hell does a demon got to do with this, anyway?" Dean asked Sam as he paces the motel room. After we got back to the motel room, Sam walked in, carrying a briefcase, and told us that he had encountered a demon on his way here. He killed the demon and took the case with him. "Believe me, I got no idea." Sam said to me, Dean and Cas, who had stayed at our room as we went out investigating.

"You okay?" I asked him. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be all right." Sam assures me as Dean looks at the briefcase. "Let's crack her open. What's the worst that could happen, right?" Dean asked and he opens the case and a bright light shines inside.

"Whoa!" Sam said, in awe. "What the hell was that?" I asked as Dean shuts the case. "It's a human soul. It's starting to make sense." Castiel said as he takes a bite out of his burger. "Now, what about that makes sense?" Sam asked him. "And when did you start eating?" Dean asked Cas, nodding at the burger in his hands.

"Exactly. My hunger-- it's a clue, actually." Cas said. "For what?" The boys and I asked, in unison. "This town is not suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect. It's suffering from hunger. Starvation, to be exact--Specifically...famine." Cas said. "Famine? As- as in the horseman?" Sam asked, shocked, and Cas nods. "Great. Th- th-that's freaking great." Dean grumbles.

"I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food." I said, questioning. "Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something--Sex, attention, drugs, love..." Cas said. "Well, that explains the puppy-lovers that Cupid shot up." Dean said. "Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it." Cas said and a light bulb goes off in my brain. 

"That would explain my chocolate cravings." I said as I look at Dean, who seemed a bit relieved. "Okay, but what about you? I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?" Dean asked Castiel. "It's my vessel-- Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect." Cas said as he takes another bite of burger.

"So, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?" I asked and Cas nods. "And then will come Famine riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty...and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. His hunger will seep out and poison the air." Cas recites and he looks over at us. "Famine is hungry. He must devour the souls of his victims." He said. 

"So, that's what was in the briefcase--The twinkie dude's soul?" Dean asked. "Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine, to feed him, make certain he'll be ready." Cas said. "Ready for what?" Sam asked. "To March across the land." Cas replied.

"Famine?" Dean asked Cas who continues to eat his burger while Sam was in the bathroom. "Yes." Cas said through the mouthful of burgers. "So, what, this whole town is just gonna eat, drink, and screw itself to death?" I asked Cas and he nods. "We should stop it." he said. "Yeah, that's a great idea." Dean said with sarcasm. "How?" I asked Cas.

"How did you stop the last horseman you met?" Cas asked us. "War got his mojo from this ring. And after we cut it off, he just tucked tail and ran. And everybody that was affected, it was like they woke up out of a dream. You think Famine's got a class ring, too?" Dean said. "I know he does." Castiel said. "Well, okay. L- let's track him down and get to chopping." I said. "Yeah." Cas said then he eyes his empty fast food bag sadly.

"What are you, the Hamburglar?" Dean asked him. "I've developed a taste for ground beef." Cas replied. "Well, have you even tried to stop it?" Dean asked him. "I'm an angel. I can stop anytime I want." Cas said. "Whatever. Sam, (y/n) let's roll." Dean said and I nod, even though I keep feeling this strong urge to eat chocolate. Unfortunately, I ate all of the cookies.

"Dean...I, um...I can't. I can't go." Sam said as he walks out of the bathroom, looking tired. "What do you mean?" Dean asked. "I think it got to me, Dean. I think I'm hungry for it..." Sam said. "Hungry for what?" Dean asked, confused, but my eyes widen in fear. "Demon blood?" I asked and Sam hangs his head. "You got to be kidding me." Dean grumbles then he turns to Castiel.

"You got to get him out of here. You got to beam him to, like, Montana. Anywhere but here." Dean tells her. "It won't work. He's already infected. The hunger is just gonna travel with him. The same goes for (y/n)." Castiel said and I look down.

"Well, then, what do we do?" Dean asked. "You go cut that bastard's finger off." Sam said and Dean stares at him then turns to me and Cas. "You heard him." Dean said and I nod. "But, Dean...before you go, you better...you better lock me down - but good." Sam said.

Minutes later, I cuff Sam to the bathroom sink pipe. "All right, well, just hang in there. We'll be back as soon as we can." I tell him. "Be careful. And...hurry." Sam tells me and I nodded. "We'll do our best." I assure him as I place a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring smile.

Dean and I exit the bathroom, and Castiel blocks the bathroom door with a dresser.

"Hey, Marty. Is Dr. Corman around?" Dean asked the secretary as we walked into the hospital and I was eating on a chocolate bar. "You haven't heard?" Marty asked us. "Heard what?" Dean and I asked. "Guy's been dry for the last 20 years, but this morning, he left work, went home, and drank himself to death." Marty said.

"It's Famine." Cas said and I turn to him and shake my head. "Pardon?" Marty asked then Dean turns to him. "Would you give us a minute, please?" Dean asked him. "Sure." said Marty. "Thanks." Dean said and him, Cas and I walk away.

"Crap! I really kind of liked this guy." Dean said. "They haven't harvested his soul yet." Castiel said. "Well, if we want to play follow the soul to get to Famine, our best shot starts with the doc, here." I said and Dean nods.

Later, Dean and I were in the Impala, in front of the hospital, and once again I was eating on some chocolate bar when Dean looks over at me. "You're gonna get a stomach ache, you know that?" He said and I turn to him. "Oh thanks, Dad. I didn't know that." I said, sarcastically. "Look, I've been trying to stop but...." I said when I look at the rear view mirror and see Cas sitting in the backseat with another burger.

"Are you serious?" Dean asked once he noticed Cas' appearance. "These make me...very happy." Cas said. "How many is that?" I asked him. "I lost count. It's in the low hundreds." Cas said then he looks at Dean.

"What I don't understand is...where is your hunger, Dean?" he asked. "Huh?" said Dean. "Well, slowly but surely, everyone in this town is falling prey to Famine, but so far, you seem unaffected." Cas said. "Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want sex, I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich or a fight." Dean said as he pats my thigh.

"So...you're saying you're just well-adjusted?" Cas asked. "God, no. I'm just well-fed." Dean replied and I roll my eyes. "Look there." Cas said as we see a man in a black suit coming out of the hospital, carrying a briefcase. He drives off so we follow him in the Impala.

"Demons. You want to go over the plan again?" Dean asked Cas after we followed the guy to the resturant but Cas kept eating his burger. "Hey, happy meal. The plan?" Dean asked. "I take the knife, I go in, I cut off the ring hand of Famine, and I meet you back here in the parking lot." Cas said. "Well, that sounds foolproof." Dean grumbles and Cas disappears.

A few minutes had passed and Cas had not returned. "This is taking too long." Dean growls and he gets out of the car. "You stay here, okay?" Dean said to me as he turns to look at me through the window. "You sure?" I asked him. "You're infected by his influence, I don't want you near him." Dean said and I nod.

"If I don't come back out, go back to the motel and get Sam." Dean said. "But what about his demon blood hunger?" I asked. "I'm aware of that but...it might be our last hope if I don't make it." Dean said. "Okay, be careful." I tell him and he nods and he stares at me for a moment. "I love you." He said and I give him a small smile. "I love you too." I said and he walks away from the car and towards the Resturant.

*3rd Person's POV*

"Cas! Cas." Dean calls out as he enters the building, only to see Castiel kneeling on the floor, stuffing his mouth with raw ground meat. Two demons attack Dean, and bring him to Famine, and old man in a wheelchair with a breathing tube in his nose. "The other Mr. Winchester." Famine said. 

"What did you do to him?" Dean asked as he gestures to Castiel. "You sicced your dog on me. I just threw him a steak." Famine said. "So this is your big trick? Huh? Making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs?" Dean asked.  Doesn't take much--hardly a push. Oh, America--all-you-can-eat, all the time. Consume, consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants. And yet, you're all still starving because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it also comes from the soul." Famine said.

"It's funny, it doesn't seem to be coming from mine." Dean said, smirking. "Yes. I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?" Famine asked him. "Well, I like to think it's because of my strength of character." Dean said, sarcastically. "I disagree." Famine said and he moves closer to Dean and touches him.

"Yes. I see. That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex." Famine said. "Oh, you're so full of crap." Dean growls. "Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother and your pretty little girlfriend, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just...keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside, you're already...dead." Famine said.

"Let him go." a voice commanded and Famine turns to face Sam, whose face is stained with blood. "Sam..." Famine said. "Sammy, no!" Dean said as two of the five demons guarding Famine move to attack Sam. "Stop! No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy. Sam, I see you got the snack I sent you." Famine said to him. "You sent?" Sam asked. "Don't worry. You're not like everyone else. You'll never die from drinking too much. You're the exception that proves the rule. Just the way...Satan wanted you to be. So..." Famine said and he lifts his hands and gestures at the demons guarding him.

"...cut their throats. Have at them!" he said. "Sammy, no!" Dean yells. "Please, be my guest." Famine said to Sam. Sam lifts his hand, closes his eyes, and pulls all five demons from their hosts at once. Dean watches in shock while (y/n) runs in, after seeing Sam entering the building. She also looks on in shock as the demon smoke pools on the floor.

"No." Sam said, lowering his hand. "Well...Fine. If you don't want them...then I'll have them." Famine said then he opens his mouth and devours all five of the demon souls. Sam steps forward and extends his hand toward Famine. "I'm a Horseman, Sam. Your power doesn't work on me." Famine sneers. "You're right. But it will work on them." Sam said and he uses his power to rip out all the souls Famine consumed.

Famine screams out in pain while Sam's nose bleeds with the effort, but the demon souls explode out of Famine and Famine slumps, his eyes empty. Dean and (y/n) look at Sam, as does Castiel.

Hours later, Castiel, Dean and (y/n) make it to Bobby's house and put Sam inside of the panic room. Castiel and Dean stand outside the panic room door as Sam screams. "Let me out of here, please! Help!" he screams as Dean looks down and drinks from the bottle of whiskey.

"That's not him in there. Not really." Castiel assures Dean. "I know." Dean mutters. "Dean, Sam just has to get it out of his system. Then he'll be--" Castiel said then Dean shakes his head, slightly. "Listen, I just, uh...I just need to get some air." Dean said and he heads upstairs.

(y/n), who was sitting in the kitchen, looks up and sees Dean walking up the stairs. "Hey..." she said, softly, but Dean ignores her and heads to the front door. "Dean..." she said, worried, but the sound of the door shutting told her that he went outside and she sighs.

Dean walks out onto the scrap yard, a bottle in his hand, and looks up at the sky. "Please...I can't...I need some help." he said, tears in his eyes and throat. "Please?" he cries as he looks up at the sky, tears rolling down his cheek.

Meanwhile, inside of Bobby's house, (y/n) was sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands and the sounds of Sam's screaming could still be heard, when she heard the sounds of wings next to her. She turns her head and see Ariel standing next to her. "Hey..." she said, softly, and she looks towards the door of the basement as Sam continues to scream.

"Where have you been?" (Y/n) asked her. "Still trying to find Dad." Ariel said. "And how's that going?" (Y/n) asked her. "Honestly? Not good. Seems like I can't find him but...I guess I still have hope." Ariel said and she goes to sit across from (y/n).

Sam's screams and yells continue and Ariel looks towards the door again then she turns to (y/n). "Cas told me what happened. And...." Ariel said and (y/n) let's out a sigh. "Ariel, I have a question." She said, firmly, and the archangel was taken aback a bit but nods.

"Okay..." she said. "Cas introduced us to a Cupid...and he said that they set up John and Mary by order from Heaven." (Y/n) said and Ariel nods. "Since you told me I'm your vessel...was my parents set up just so I could be born?" (Y/n) asked her.

Ariel stares at her then sighs as she looks down at the table. "When I heard about the plan of the joining of John and Mary, I knew I needed to act as soon as possible. One of the Cupids is a close friend of mine and we tried to find the best couple. We eventually picked your mother and father especially since your father came from a long line of hunters. It was perfect and I sent the Cupid to go after your mother and father." Ariel explains and (y/n) listens to her, intently.

"But...when the Cupid got to the location where your mother and father were, he saw that they were already talking and were, as you humans say, hitting it off." Ariel said and (y/n) stares at her in shock. "So the plan worked without our interference." Ariel said.

(Y/n) felt like an intense weight was just lifted off of her shoulders. She sighs, beginning to relax a bit but then her mind wandered back to her and Dean. 

Dean believe his feelings for her are real and she wishes she could have his confidence. But after learning things about the demons and Heaven, it seems everything in her and the boys’ life was plan out and orchestrated to get them where they are today. She can’t help but have some doubts, even in her own feelings. 

(Y/n) let’s out a shaky breath as she looks at Ariel, not wanting to ask this question. But she needs to know, even if the answer she’s afraid of turns out to be true. “Was…was Dean and I set up?” She asked, hesitantly. 

Ariel stares at her and (y/n) fidgets a little in her seat as she anxiously awaits for a response. The corners of Ariel’s lips turn upward for a reassuring smile. “You can rest assure, (y/n). The love between you and Dean is pure and as he would say, the real deal.” She said.

(Y/n’s) mouth drops open a little and her eyes light up in relief. “Really?” She asked. “It is best you don’t tell Sam this but...his past relationships with Jessica and Ruby, they were planned. But you and Dean, that wasn’t. Everyone was so focus on trying to pull Sam along to where they wanted him that you two simply slipped under the radar.” Ariel explained.

“So our relationship is one of the few things we have free will over?” (Y/n) asked and Ariel nodded. “Yes, I promise you that.” She replied and (y/n) let's out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Ariel." She said, relieved, and Ariel gives her an assured smile.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

[tobiasdrake]

The promised intel has arrived!

To be perfectly honest, I thought you were playing me. I went along with it for the sake of having a mystery to solve, which I now deeply regret. But if you do have information to share, I'm all ears.

You have a family heritage of telling things to cops? Are you sure your grandfather didn't say "information broker"? Is it possible you misheard?

Right. You mentioned the top secret research before. Is it related to the forever-rain that started up three years ago? Because that seems pretty suspicious.

Or it could be related to that. That's a mystery too!

Right around the time the forever-rain began.

Oh, so that would be why it relates to the Global Mystery that Number One was talking about. Whatever that is!

Secret research to change the world's structure, possibly related to forever-rain. What, are they doing climate control experiments?

Oh shit, they're trying to create Father from Fullmetal Alchemist! Genuinely wasn't expecting that swerve. I mean, I can't exactly call this series grounded when I'm attached at the hip to an eldritch horror who devours the souls of mysteries, but I kinda thought Shinigami was, like, the one supernatural thing.

My bad. That's on me.

Amaterasu probably sacrificed him to create a Philosopher's Stone. He's being used to turn coal into toaster ovens now. I'm sorry for your loss.

Watch, he turns out to be Number One.

[rotationalsymmetry]

OK so having slept after finishing the last graduate with no idea how the golden enclaves starts (spoilers for the first/speculation about the latter):

I can see three general possible ways things might go from here.

One, the most straightforward narratively from the way TLG ended: El gets shoved through the portal, Orion gets shut into a school that's about to eat itself, Orion gets to have his epic ultra boss fight until he wins or gets eaten or dies in the void or goes mad in the void, we'll never find out which. Presumably El will have a lot of distress over this.

Downsides: does not offer clear direction for what actually happens in the entire final 1/3 of the trilogy (that's more the sort of thing you have at the end of a story), doesn't really explain El's mum's warning, if we can trust El that her mum wouldn't give that warning for avoiding pain alone. (Unless El is pregnant and the warning related to that. But damn, El's mum warning her about getting pregnant while in the Scholomance would have some really weird implications for their relationship. It's not unusual for a woman who got pregnant young to not want her daughter to do the same, but...I have trouble seeing El's mum specifically addressing that concern in that way. Especially since it's not like Orion was the only boy in school. Except maybe if there's something weird about the pregnancy due to the circumstances, but I'm hoping we're not going in a magical/cursed/supernaturally very scary pregnancy direction.)

Two, El finds a way to either keep herself from getting thrown out of the portal -- finding something to literally or magically grab onto -- or somehow manages to get back in right after. The door closes, and they're both trapped in the void with a bunch of mals. In an exploding school. I actually really like this idea? It might get very surreal for a bit. But it also might mean that there was a reason the school was rewarding El for learning so much about the golden sutras while still in school -- and the school was pushing her to do that, that double independent study -- when El was fully aware that the sensible thing to do was to focus on survival for now and the sutras after graduation.

Especially since, while the phase spell was used near the end of A Deadly Education to patch up the hole in the walls, as far as I can tell the sutras weren't even slightly used after New Year's. El used the Mandarin (I assume, for some reason it was all "Mandarin" and "Shanghaiese" in book 1 and then all of a sudden "Chinese" in book 2? Kind of hoping that's a different editions issue because why would you do that??? Like I can understand simplifying things, but pick one or the other and definitely don't go from the more subtle/nuanced approach to the dumbed down one, that's just wrong) that she was picking up mostly to speak with the freshmen more than she used the Sutras in the last half of the year. Including that plot hook where she was getting really excited about the most recent spell she was on and then we never found out what it was because then she had to hurry to breakfast and then that was it for classes for the rest of the year.

Anyways. Advantage: maybe use the sutras to build new enclave from the shattered remnants of the exploding school in the void? Without dying or getting eaten or going mad, somehow? It'd be weird but cool. Plus it provides direction for the book, and lets our fascinating couple be together. Although it would mean we don't get to meet El's Mum Higgins for much longer, which would be terrible. It would also explain the Word Of Mum since presumably getting caught in an exploding school full of mals that has been cut off from the real world and is floating in the void, is something a parent would consider a negative outcome for their child, and it only happens because El is emotionally attached to Orion. (Maybe. Or maybe she'd try to save him anyways, idk.)

Third option: El manages to yank Orion out. This has most of the disadvantages of option one (no direction for where to take book 3, kind of anticlimactic) plus doesn't even have Angst unless El does something Evil to do it and it fucks up their relationship, El's relationship with herself, and El's relationship with her mother all in one go. Like either pulling mana from Orion against his will, or maybe mind-controlling him (we know she has mind-control spells.) The part of my brain that loves feeling awful really likes this suggestion. I'm not sure where it would go from there though.

Part of me really, really wants to see El have a descent into honest to god evil at this point. I'm pretty sure the story isn't going that way, El's done such a great job of walking towards the light and resisting even the smallest step in the other direction. And I suspect thematically the book is supposed to be "fuck what people expect you to be, YOU get to decide that" which wouldn't really work if El goes evil after all.

Anyways: advantages: high angst, would explain mum's warning; disadvantages, do we actually want that much angst? also, where would the title fit in?

(I was going to bed when the title of the second book, which had seemed pretty straightforward throughout the whole thing (El is last graduate because she's going out last to save everyone and is also destroying the school, so no more graduates after her) really hit. El's the last graduate because she graduated and Orion didn't.) (Well. If option 1 plays out anyways.)

There are a couple questions that are very important here, namely, what the fuck is Orion thinking? And, what was El's mum thinking?

It's possible that Orion was thinking that he had to fight the mawmouth from hell to keep it from getting out, even though El didn't think that. Or that he thought there was some risk to El's plan and he wanted to make sure the mawmouth from hell didn't get out. We don't actually know what his perspective was here. I think it's somewhat more likely that Orion knew he could get out safely and chose to have his epic boss battle instead. It's more than adequately foreshadowed. We know Orion loves fighting mals, believes he's invincible, and has never once expressed the slightest interest in backing down from a challenge (and has generally been resistant to El trying to get him to back down.) El tends to see that as a martyr complex thing, but in the graduation hall she realizes it's not, he really does like fighting mals just that much. She also concluded he could learn to like other things as well, but she did figure out that yeah, he really does enjoy this stuff, a lot. Orion walking away from the biggest boss fight ever would be like an Olymplic athlete who's been training to be a swimmer or whatever from toddlerhood just...walking away right before the finals. Your life wouldn't make sense after that. Orion is not primarily motivated by protecting people (if he was, he'd be happy at the lack of mals in the first part of the year) he's directly motivated by the fights themselves. So it does not matter that he doesn't need to fight the mawmouth to protect anyone. Fighting the mawmouth is its own reward. (One worth presumably dying over.)

El's mum: I do not know, this really hasn't been answered yet. I'm inclined to trust El that the warning wouldn't be about pain alone, El's mum seems the type to encourage her child to make her own decisions unless there was an overwhelmingly important reason not to. Telling her child to not fall in love to avoid heartbreak is the exact opposite of what someone like El's mum would do. She's probably told a zillion grieving people that grief is love that has nowhere else to go (or whatever), that it's a healthy thing and part of being alive. There is no way she'd want El to be alone her senior year rather than close to Orion just because Orion wasn't going to make it, she's not that kind of person.

Whatever is going to happen, it's going to be worse than Orion dying/getting lost in the void or Orion being unable to forgive El for pulling him away from his big boss fight.

Or, it's not going to be about El and Orion's relationship at all. It might be that while the Scholomance thought what they were doing was right, that there will be Unintended Consequences to the world of them destroying the Scholomance and a metric shit ton of mals in the process.

And I just realized a fourth option. That in getting Orion out, El manages to also undo their hard work and let all the mals pour back out too.

But that doesn't make sense either. El's mum doesn't do the lesser evil. She wouldn't let Orion die to save other people's lives, and she wouldn't want El to do that either. So while I could see that happening as a plot point, I don't see that explaining El's mum's message. Dammit.

I think the message only makes sense if El's connection to Orion results in her doing something evil/going down the maleficer path, at least a little bit, or at least El's mother thinks she is likely to. Or maybe if there's some evil that isn't caused by a lesser good. But not if there's a greater evil caused by saving one person.

I don't know.

Or maybe El has fundamentally misunderstood her mother. That is definitely possible. The parent a child sees is not the whole adult, and realizing your parent isn't as perfect as you thought is a very common coming of age experience.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e2 the rising son (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

kind of pissy and upset that crowley is actually dead-dead and it was such a weird anticlimactic sendoff that i didn't even realize it while watching. so seeing his dumb little topside throne room i'm getting all weird and protective over it being his space.

sure felt like a problem behind the scenes and i was avoiding looking it up and well, this is wholly unsurprising

via screenrant

Not long after the Supernatural Crowley death, there was a moment on X (formerly known as Twitter) in which executive producer Jim Michaels hinted that Crowley and Mark A. Sheppard might not be done with the series for good. However, Sheppard responded by accusing Michaels of intentionally misleading fans and stated bluntly there were no plans for him to come back at any juncture.

oof, and the nycc comments summarized by looper

"Once they decided they needed to do something different [with the direction of the show], they tried to get rid of me without telling me that they were going to get rid of me," Sheppard revealed during a solo panel at 2018's New York Comic Con. Never one to mince words, Sheppard expressed his disappointment with his demise on the show, continuing, "I'd gone from being the smartest character on the show to being the dumbest character on the show in two seasons. They ran out of what to do." Needless to say, he did not leave the show on the best of terms.

oof x2

asmodeus, great, sure ok. now he said it the way i thought it was pronounced originally (asmo-DAYus). and then on the magicians, they pronounced it asMO-deeus. i believe they're all accepted pronunciations?

the magicians s1e10 homecoming

the white suit and the thick accent and the speechifying, it's giving confederate general slash colonel sanders vibes. the foghorn leghorn knives out treatment. also feels like he's doing an impression of someone. i keep thinking mcconnaughey but i don't know why, different accent

eyes rolling into the back of my head

i didn't think the show could get bad enough that i wouldn't be able to finish watching, because i have such a strong attachment to sam and dean... but i feel like that they might be proving me wrong

DEAN You can slow down, you know. That’s stuff’s not gonna disappear. SAM Ever seen you eat, Dean?

seriously. one of my least favorite character traits

that interaction was cute, mainly because jackles seemed way more... i dunno. relaxed? and that little small expression to sam where he widens his eyes to jack getting what teleport is, just feels really natural. also his voice seems slightly different? more like jensen's actual voice dropped a little instead of putting on the voice for dean. less raspy, more resonant and rounded sounding but still deep. well and likely that's been happening and i just didn't notice or they're doing the audio differently

wheezing over the perspective of this making sam look like gandalf with the hobbits on the couch

speaking of resonant voices, donatello the new prophet that i 90% forgot about

JACK Is that why Dean hates me? SAM Dean doesn’t hate you. It… Look, sometimes the wires in Dean’s head get crossed and—and he gets frustrated, and then he mixes frustration with anger, and—and fear. JACK Why would he be afraid? SAM Because Dean feels like it’s his job to protect everyone. And right now, we need to protect you. But we may also need to protect people from you. JACK Maybe I’m not worth all this. SAM Your mom thought you were. So did Cas. So do I.

i'll take sam talking about dean every day of the week but eh. grating on me a bit this thing with sam being calm and reasonable and dean being stubborn, either it has happened a lot in the past couple seasons or i'm being grumpy because i'm unhappy with the show in general

BARTENDER I hated my old man. I ran away myself. See, my mom would never stick up for me. But… (sighs) you know kids. No matter what, they still want the old man’s approval. Well, that’s how it was with me, just… DEAN You know, that’s, uh, that’s how it was with me, too.

frustratingly in-character that dean will dump out his emotional issues to randos. and oh no it was actually the latest bad guy demon

so whatever fic i read that i thought was about purgatory i'm wondering if it was in this hell-au/apocalypse world because this is more like what i was expecting from purgatory. gray and dirt

sitting down to talk through their disagreement in obnoxious slatted light

SAM Point is… if you and I are gonna do this, keep Jack on the right side of things, then—then we have to be on the same page. DEAN Okay. Well, that’s the problem, though, Sam, ‘cause we’re not on the same page. Like, at all. SAM All right. You know what? I know what’s going on here. DEAN Oh. Okay. Well, please, tell me, what’s going on here? SAM You thinking Mom is gone and Cas is gone, and that Jack can’t be saved. Dean, after everything we’ve gone through… We just lost people we love, people who have been in our lives for a long time. Everything’s upside-down. I get it. But we’ve been down before. I mean, rock bottom. And we find a way. We fix it because that’s what we do. And Jack w—wants to do the right thing. Jack’s scared to death of who he is, and he’s scared of you.

very rousing speech, sammy. i'm not feeling it but sure

listen. this is the most ridiculous plot choice. 1) we need to protect jack and take him to the bunker because angels/demons/etc all want him, tried to get him warded via tattoo 2) not-hunter donatello shows up so hey, jack can stay with him because things got tense yesterday. he doesn't need that close of protection that we should tolerate unnecessary tension. 3) oh no. general colonel sanders has found him and now he's gone ;( big sad face

who choreographed this fight scene??? laughing and distressed. stunt person getting some up close and personal time with jackles's (or his stunt double's) crotch/ass

often wondered why they never throw the angel blades, since they're dime a dozen these days. can't have anything too op though right, why they had to melt down the colt. also sam's hair seems to be sort of reverting more to that... s10? styled-ish bob thing

foley of the outside sounds is very nice and interesting location at least

the monsters crawling out of the pit very slowly was so so cheesy, good grief

every time we check in with mary and lucifer i'm wondering how she's not going to die from dehydration. and michael and lucifer are gonna have a little throwdown punchout, sure

SAM These yellow-eyed things just keep on comin’, huh? DEAN Mm—hmm.

how it feels as a viewer too 🥴

this episode had some new angles and lighting and getting a little more creative in shot selection, so that's nice at least. also less music? there's still some score but i think like this sequence not having music is really effective. and hey this guy directed 11x04 baby too

JACK Exactly. What the hell am I? I can’t control… whatever this is. I will hurt someone. DEAN You know, my brother thinks you can be saved. JACK You don’t believe that. DEAN No, I don’t. JACK So… if you’re right? DEAN If I’m right… and it comes to killing you… I’ll be the one to do it.

i'm all for them having a kid, because why not. you know i eat up that domestic bullshit with a spoon. but this very clear setup of a character arc for dean and jack and whatever, just feels very set up.

i keep thinking about how like, if xyz that happened in this episode happened in s4 or something, i think i'd genuinely appreciate it then. but like.. we have been down the same path so many times now, i can't really appreciate the things anymore. i don't want to hate everything, and i'm really trying to come into each episode with limited baggage and appreciate when i can because otherwise i will just give up. this is the only thing i do in the evening after the kids are in bed. if i hate everything about it every day, i'll have to find something else to do sooner rather than later. but i'm also invested in completing it. if i've made it this far.. buh. anyway.

[klayleyism]

Klaus and Hayley share a dance in 1x17

Which turns out to be more intimate than they weened

millennium old Klaus Mikaelson isn't easily impressed, but there's something about seeing the mother of his child make such a strong stand in front of all the supernatural factions that gratifies his amour propre

there's also something about seeing her body pressed so closely to his brother's in a dance that boils his blood He sees her get spun around, from his brother's arms and into her supposed betrothed eager ones

She seems happy

He indubitably isn't

Once the irksome young wolf is gone, he sees her stroll towards him, hiding a smile

"Care for a dance?"

Her voice is hiding something pernicious He knows she's onto something, there's always an ulterior motive when it comes to her, she fakes cordiality and he fakes indifference, it's how it's always been

so he laughs, keen on knowing what is it she's in quest of

"I thought you'd never ask"

Their hands intertwine as they gently sway to the classical euphony He can feel her body's warmth and hear their unborn child's heart beating alongside hers

it makes him feel whole and hale

But also disarmed He was never accustomed to vulnerability, he had deemed love a vampire's greatest weakness

And if it truly is then he's the frailest of them all ,For her saintly face wrecked all his defenses

"I hear you had a talk with the wolves,my pack to be exact"

And there it is, his reminder to never get attached to the spirited Hayley Marshall

"Well you heard right, we're at war Love and while this little soiree might have you fooled into believing we are at peace i assure you we are not, the factions are in fact at each other's necks and sides will have to be taken"

She contemplates his words as he admires the way she gets slightly pouty when she's in deep thought

"And you're siding with the wolves, why?"

Because i care for you

"Because it's who I am, being a wolf is my genesis"

because i love you

"You might say I'm also doing this for my child, this is her home and i don't want her growing up in a place that makes her rueful for being who she is"

He watches that sweet smile tug the corners of her mouth

He wonders what would happen if he tasted her plump lips again

He didn't do it right the first time they kissed, under the haze of alcohol but he'd love nothing more than to do it again, the right way this time

"Not to discourage you from ever shutting up, but you're suspiciously quiet"

He laughs, and when her hand comes to rest on his chest, his breath hitches

"You could've just asked, so why the extravaganza?"

"Maybe i just wanted an excuse to dance with you"

She's certainly playing games, it's who she is. He reminds himself to stop her from tearing down the walls he spent a thousand years carefully building around his heart

She stops briefly before adding

"And thank you... For looking after my pack, i owe you one"

"Don't mention it, you're part of my family now and as such you can never be beholden to me"

She leans forward and for a split second he swears he sees that glimmer in her pretty doe eyes if it weren't for his brother's interference.

So he steps aside even if his soul aches to hold her hand again

And for now he sticks to watching from the sidelines

[gayofthefae]

I have spent the past weeks randomly, probably every Tuesday? seeing a massive inflow of posts about 911 from you and you've got me. It's happened, I'm here and I'm caving in and I'm asking what is this show?????

What is going on???????

Is this a supernatural magic type show? Is this just a normal drama about firefighters? Is this a slowburn romance show? What is going on, what is this, what is happening?

Who are these dudes I keep seeing on my dash and why do you love them so much lol?????????

Haha, happy to answer! They have the trauma levels of a supernatural show FOR SURE lmao but the show is called 9-1-1, it's a regular-world procedural drama about first responders, mainly focusing on a group of firefighters (but it also has a 911 dispatcher and a police sergeant). And it is VERY much a found family show.

The romance has not gone canon yet but it is VERY popularly shipped and widely believed that it will go canon (there are lots of in-show parallels to other couples on the show, queercoding, and subtext as well as just - unlike many past queerbaits - their general relationship being repeatedly plot central and above all: they have MOMENTUM). Overall, the two are very much treated as life partners by the show and its cast). (Of course, if you don't wanna risk it, I would understand).

I love them because I love a good slowburn, I love friends to lovers, and these two are just adorable in general. They are wonderfully communicative, attached at the hip, and they've built a sort of life together as life partners, like I said, frequently being treated like all other life partners (couples) on the show narratively as well as directly paralleling them (and even being the source of parallels the other couples make to them).

I can't really describe my love for them except by saying they're a hyperfixation, lol, but they check all the boxes of criteria for me to be one: slow burn, communicative, just generally adorable. It's just THE VIBES okay.

This show does a great job at fleshing out individual characters' and their trauma and arcs very well and the two are both wonderful individual people as well as incredibly complimentary in their personalities and mental health arcs (oh yeah, mental health arcs are a BIG thing with this one and they are incredibly supportive partners through it, although there is some angst it isn't contrived). So they really just have an ultimately very sweet and healthy relationship while simultaneously working through things like abandonment issues and such.

Really it's just -GAH!- [note: I want it to be known that I initially mistyped "gah" as "GAY!"]. As far as character arcs go. This ship is "man who wants to be loved x man who wants to allow himself to love". The general state right now is that "not knowing what you've been searching for has been slowly building and under your nose the whole time." Also, the really great general romantic thesis of the show is "you don't find [love], you make it" aka you find a person you're compatible with and then you choose every day to love them by putting in the work and grow with them.

tldr: They are incredibly complementary to one another's mental health arcs, they are a slow burn, they are best friends to lovers, they are life partners, they are communicative and great representation of healthy relationship behaviors not only when you're at your best (but still realistically flawed, just not to a contrived extent), and most importantly, they are just visibly happiest together (Eddie has repeatedly smiled immediately literally just from seeing Buck's face))

Also, if you start watching this show please tell me and post about it for entirely selfish reasons because I love living vicariously through people's first watches. (Warning though if you do watch: Eddie is not introduced until episode 1 of season 2, the 11th episode of the show)

To close out, here is my favorite gif of them: