#when in reality all i want for cas is for him to be able to make that choice for himself...

[moechies]

husband toji comfort ☆彡 cw nsfw mention, safe word mention

husband! toji who forgets you’re half his size, and couldn’t lift 2 fingers of his if you wanted to. even though he’s human, he forgets that your strength would be laughable compared to his; but he forgets about all that in the jist of just loving you.

husband! toji who comes back from a relatively stressful mission, slaining the curse actually took a little too much effort for his liking. he wallows internally at the thought of growing weaker, one day coming the possibility that he may not be able to protect his wife.

husband! toji who is greeted by your sweet demeanor but worried expression, not saying a word before roughly carrying you over to your shared bed.

huband! toji who takes you there and then, letting out all his frustrations and angers onto his poor wife. she wails out his name, sweet pet names too, muffled cries of ‘too much,’ that all fall on deaf ears.

until husband! toji hears the word ‘stop!’ fall from your pained lips, he’s finally brought back to reality and in front of him lays his vunerable wife, tears streaming down her face with gentle hiccups leaving her lips.

“n-no more.. sor- sorry, i ca-“

husband! toji’s whos heart shatters into a million pieces when he hears you apologizing for his terrible doings, chest clenching as he stares down at the gentle signs of his own rough hands on your body. no, you would’ve never minded them, but he didn’t care.

“can i hug you?”

“y-you don’t have to a-“

husband! toji who envelops your entire body into his arms, tears brimming his eyes as he hides himself in the crook of your neck.

“i’m sorry. im so sorry princess, won’t ever hurt you again, i promise, i promise. forgive me, please.” he whispers with a slight shiver in his voice. you hug him back even tighter, not a single word but he knows what you’d say.

husband! toji that can’t stand the fact that he was the one that ended up hurting his sweet wife, his lover, and everything else; when his only motive is to protect and love such a woman like you.

but you understand that the scarred man just has more to learn, and an endless amount of more love to give; especially to you. you’d always understand that much.

“i love you. let me take care of you, yeah? ‘nd we can cuddle right?”

[luveline]

jadey - HONEY - listenlistenlisten, so I feel like you said you'd write for hopper?? but if not (because he's not on the official list) please ignore this request! BUT would you be able to write something about hopper visiting reader in the hospital after she was almost posessed by vecna?? whether this is still early stages of relationship or already established, you pick, gorgeous!! (also ik this means no hopper/joyce but personally I prefer hopper/me??) xoxoxo BIG SMOOCHES

ty for your request, love u! ♡

Nobody would ever believe you, but you know it's Hopper from the smell. You've missed him for months, and though the scent of him wore away from his sweatshirt before you thought you had time to memorise it, you know without opening your eyes that it's him sitting beside you. 

Your heart monitor beeps loud and erratic. 

"Don't," he says quietly. "Don't freak out." 

It won't listen to him, how could it? Not even the oily fog of painkillers can dull the reality of him being here, right here, this close. 

"You're supposed to be dead," you croak, peeling your eyes open achingly slowly. 

"Aren't you a little old for teen angst?" he asks. 

He's real. He's real, you're exhausted, you almost died, but he's alive. Tears well in your eyes of their own accord, not a lick of choice in it as Hopper takes your arm into his hand. 

"You look sick," you say tearily. 

"Nice. You look worse."  

"Where's your," —you gesture to his body— "everything?" 

He's lost a dramatic amount of weight, hollows sunk under his eyes. He grins despite your insult and leans back in his chair, hand sliding down toward yours, fingers pushing between your knuckles to twine them together firmly. "Russian weight loss program. Like it?" 

You're honestly not sure. Maybe when the shock has worn off you'll feel strongly either way, but right now it's his obvious alive-ness that takes centre focus. 

"I missed you," you say. You've not even a syllable into 'missed' when your voice disappears, the agony of your admission knocking the air from your lungs in one callous blow. "I missed you so much." 

He squeezes your hand. "I know. I'm sorry." 

You start to sit. Hopper stands and slips his hands behind your shoulders, helping you up with a tenderness you've dreamt about every night since he disappeared. There was no time to define what you were to one another, all these months you've been grieving a maybe, but you know the connection you had was more than real when he reaches down the millisecond you reach up. His lips smashed to your forehead and his big hands spread and searching like he's trying to stop you from falling away from him, you splutter as the air is knocked from your chest again. 

"Sorry I wasn't here to look after you," he says.

He hugs you for so long you figure you must be dreaming. There's a familiarity to his embrace even if the feel of him has changed, security with a little less padding. "What happened to you?" you ask hesitantly. 

"What happened to me? You just had something– someone in your head. You almost broke your neck, you could've died." 

"I'm lucky. I am. It could've been worse." It was worse for others. Your voice wobbles embarrassingly. It doesn't put Hopper off. You used to worry that being younger than him would make you too different; you aren't a kid but you haven't lived a life as agonisingly detailed as he has. You're scared there won't be room in his head for your weight, too, but there always is. "You're back," you say, relieved.

"I'm back." 

You breathe out. 

"Let me see you," he demands, drawing away to check you over. 

Your skin is clammy and has been for days, you weren't sleeping —sleeping meant dreaming. Hearing the toll. You've chased sleep with coffee and caffeine pills and bad TV, each day going a little more insane with wanting Hopper back. There were moments when you knew for sure he was dead, and moments you hated yourself for entertaining the idea. Whatever you deserved, he's here, wiping your sleep crusted eyes with a careful thumb. 

"Well, you're still a sight for sore eyes." 

"Yeah?" you ask, laughing until you cough. "I look good in the gown, right?" 

"Better out of it," he suggests, kissing the top of your head. He lingers there too long. You can read his mind for that single moment. 

He's not happy with himself for letting you face it alone. Which begs the question. What kept him away?

"Hop, where have you been?" you ask gently. 

"I'll tell you everything after you eat something." 

"Me?" 

"I almost forgot how rude you are," he says, rubbing your cheek fondly. "Shit. Like I could forget a thing about you." 

You take his hand from your face to clear a path. "That's romantic. Hit your head while you were gone?" He nods, hangs his head, lets you cover the back of it with your hands. You pull him forward, searching for hair he doesn't have. "What did they do to you?" you murmur sadly. 

"Don't say that. The neck up is as good as it gets." 

"I don't believe that for a second," you say, though you worry about what he means. "You better go find me something to eat. I want to know everything that's happened." 

"Got a waiting room full of people who aren't gonna like that," he says, lifting his head.

"I really, truly don't care," you say, still so softly. "I've been waiting to see you again for a long time. They can… they can walk a mile in my shoes." 

"Whatever you want." Hopper clasps your elbow. "Anything you want." 

[ardentpoop]

“tfw 2.0” summarized bc I can’t sleep

sam: the devil’s (and everyone else’s) favorite punching bag bc he always gets back up. technically able to kill people with his mind but dean violently cut that power off. also technically an ex-vampire. born to fall. dean’s brother-wife and moral compass.

dean: bully cop if we’re being honest. god’s specialest boy and “daddy’s blunt little instrument,” except he turns out more twisted and fearful-wrathful than daddy was at his lowest. born to kill. sam’s brother-husband and overzealous bodyguard.

cas: sentient nuclear weapon powered by celestial jizz… in a trench coat. ancient being who mystifyingly doesn’t act his age most of the time. if he would’ve just talked to sam half the times he wanted to talk to dean he’d be far less of a walking disaster. born to follow. considered the winchesters’ pet by all the cool demons.

jack: the devil’s estranged son. able to bend reality to his will. a literal baby who speedran sam’s trauma arc(s) and cas’s corruption arc(s). born to die. ostensibly samndean and cas’s kid except sam’s in charge of the mom shit and cas’s in charge of the dad shit and dean’s in charge of threatening to murder him when the mood is right. 😇

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Princess

Azriel x f!Reader.

One of the series I’m currently working on. Enjoy!

Summary; Reader is Mor’s new friend that she found in the winter court while she was away for business. Y/n has been raised as a princess since her parents wanted to wed her to a noble fae in order to climb the social ranks. When her parents are brutally murdered y/n is left alone without a clue about the harsh reality or the brutality of the world. Mor finds her and takes her back to Velaris afraid of what might happen to her if she was left to live on her own. Will y/n survive the hate she will receive from certain members of the inner circle -including her mate- regarding the way she grew up?

Warnings; angst, mentions of abuse, trauma and death.

Masterlist.

Princess Masterlist.

Chapter 4

Now you know. The shadows whispered in your ear and disappeared.

You didn’t know why they showed you this, it felt like invading Azriel’s privacy. Your heart broke as the image of the boy resurfaced, so young and thin. You shook your head and walked to the bathroom to wash yourself, the house had already changed the sheets.

After fixing yourself as much as you could you walked to the dining room and found Cassian, Nesta and Azriel there, they all looked at you when you entered, and Cassian smiled.

“Good morning” he said and turned back to his food.

“Good morning” you smiled and took a seat next to Azriel. You didn’t know why but you felt the need to be close to him, you couldn’t remember what happened last night, the only memory you had was walking into a bar and then Azriel placing you on the bed and leaving. Maybe it was the nightmare that made you feel this way. Azriel was surprised too yet he didn’t say anything nor moved away.

A plate of food appeared in front of you and you started eating.

“So y/n would you like to join us for training?” Nesta asked and you almost gasped, you didn’t expect her to be nice to you.

“I don’t want to be a burden, I have never fought in my life… I will just hold you back” you replied, your voice soft. Nesta snorted and shook her head.

“Nonsense, I hadn’t fought a day in my life when I started training too. At least come and watch and then you can make your decision” she shrugged.

“Okay” you nodded.

You glanced at Azriel who had an approving look on his face and instantly you felt proud of yourself.

After breakfast you went into your room and Nesta followed you. “Listen… I don’t really like you, we’ve all been through a lot and your appearance here is mocking us. You will never be able to understand the sacrifices we made and our trauma but as a female its my duty to help you become strong, confident and independent. Take the opportunity, you won’t regret it.”

You didn’t know how to feel about her statement, you admired her. Most females on your circle tried to destroy the others, it was one of the most successful ways to eliminate the threat and get married first. Nesta could see the gears in your head turning and that was enough for her, so she continued. “Lets find some proper clothes for training.”

She opened your closet and snorted when she saw the pink dress you wore the first day. “You should burn that thing, it’s hideous” she made a gagging noise and continued her search. You frowned and your mind went back to the day you bought it. That dress saved your life and even though it was ugly, it grounded you, it is the only thing that reminds you the past.

“I think these are okay” she said and threw a pair of leggings and a top on your bed. “Get dressed and come find us at the roof” and with that she left.

You picked the clothes and tried them on. The top reached your belly button and you felt exposed, your whole silhouette was on display, and you blushed as you saw yourself. Come on, everyone here wears this type of clothes. You can do this. You told yourself and with a deep shaky breath you left the room, hurrying off to the roof.

Cassian, Nesta, Azriel and two females were already there. The females had formed a line and Cassian stood in front of them, demonstrating some moves and then watching them repeat them, correcting them when needed. Azriel was behind the females correcting their stance and sometimes kicking their legs, making them lose balance.

“You should always be aware of your surroundings. Get up and correct your stance. Now.” He barked and moved to the next one.

Everything looked scary and painful, making you shiver. You gathered all your courage and walked outside, taking a seat on the bench in front of them.

“Hello y/n” Cassian smiled and moved to the side so you could see better. You waved at him, and your eyes fell on Azriel. He stood frozen behind the line, his eyes scanning your body. He licked his bottom lip and turned his attention to the females.

Your face burned and you made a mental note to dress like that more often. Then you frowned. He hates you and you should hate him too for the way he is treating you. Stop this. You reprimanded yourself and focused on the females.

They were moving with such grace, you felt like you were watching a choreography, their braids flowing around with every move they made, their muscles flexing their faces turning cold and then soft with a smile as Cassian shouted praises. You felt hypnotized and wondered if you could ever look this elegant with sweat running down your body. You thought about the females you used to admire, all living inside their pink bubble, only caring about their looks and lifestyle. The most successful female of your village had locked her sister in a cell when one lord visited their small cottage, so she didn’t have to compete. She managed to wed him but at a great cost. Her younger sister was afraid of the dark, when she threw her into the cell, she went mad and started banging her body on the wall, she cracked her skull and died. The older sister didn’t even cry and she pushed the funeral a few weeks later so she could prepare her wedding. Her sister’s body rotted in that cell, and she didn’t even care.

You glanced at the females here, they looked elegant and strong and successful. They didn’t care about males, they only cared about themselves. The looks they sent you filled with hope and encouragement in addition to what Nesta said earlier made your heart swell. They didn’t see each other as competition. No. They cared about other females, they wanted to help. You could fit here. These were the females you should admire, the females you could have as your role models and the thought made you smile, determination filling your body and making your blood boil. You got up and hurried off to your room, you opened the closet and picked the pink dress. You walked back outside and stared at Nesta. She stared back a smirk appearing on her face as she hurried off and came back outside with a candle in her hand. She offered it to you, and you threw the dress on the ground, lighting it up on fire and watching it burn. Nesta looked at you with pride and she clapped.

“Welcome to the real world princess” she smiled.

You glanced around and noticed the other females, they were clapping too, Cassian let out a low whistle and Azriel grinned. Your heart melted and you let out a giggle, your eyes filling with tears as you whispered, “Thank you”.

You weren’t thanking them for their applause, you were thanking them for supporting you, for opening your eyes and showing you that its okay to be strong and independent. And as you stood on that roof, proud of yourself and ready to take the wheel of your life, your gaze fell onto Azriel, and the bond snapped.

Your smile turned into a frown and your whole body shuddered. No, no, no. I just decided to take control of my life, I can’t be bound to a male. You thought and stared at him wide-eyed. Azriel noticed your expression and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Are you okay?” Nesta asked.

“Yes, just lost in the emotion.” You smiled.

“Okay I think we had enough for today. Tomorrow we will start our training at the same time, I’m guessing you will be joining us y/n” Cassian boomed. You nodded and smiled.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You were in your room, trying to do the moves you saw them doing earlier, you wanted to be prepared for training tomorrow. You were interrupted by a knock on your door, you could feel Azriel through the bond, so you stayed silent hoping he would go away.

“I know you’re in there” he shouted. You sat on your bed without replying. One of his shadows slithered down the door and shoot up, turning the lock and opening the door. You cursed under your breath and got up.

Azriel strolled into the room with a soft expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, everything is fine” you replied. “Fine my ass” he snarled “you felt it snap”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you whispered taking a step back. The cold expression returned on his face as he growled;

“Fine, its better this way. The Cauldron was wrong, I can’t have a weak female in my life. I showed you the city like Rhysand asked now don’t fucking come near me again unless its during training” the way his tone changed when he said training made shivers run down your spine. His voice was filled with painful promises and as he left your room you couldn’t help but notice the sadistic grin that appeared on his face.

Your heart skipped a beat and fear mixed with excitement filled your senses, the sting of his words long forgotten as you thought about training with him. You wouldn't let him treat you like that again, if you could manage that then you could do everything. I'm going to blow your mind shadowsinger. You thought and smirked.

I hope you enjoy this part, from now on the series will focus on female power so if you are here just for romance you shouldn't waste your time on this.

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[kenlvry]

team stan+team craig with a figure skater s/o🤭🤭

figure skater reader

an, THIS IS SO CUTE

kenny

HE LOVESSSSSS IT. whenever you practice he'd secretly take pics and blushes at you. when you perform he is you #1 supporter, he literally yells your name "THATS MY GIRLLLLL LETSGO Y/N" he also has your picture as his profile on Instagram .he'd ask you to teach him for sure "kenny you can't even skate without someone holding your arm" "SO? 😒". he would save the articles of you and literally has all of your skating vids saved

stan

he finds it so interesting, like how did you that and how did you do this. he searches up your performances and is stunned. he tells randy about it and randy is like "YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS?" and brags to everyone "yeah thats my daughter in law". stan supports you though, he definitely has high hopes for you and is so sure you're gonna be known worldwide.

kyle

is amazed, he asks so many questions. how do you that? does it not hurt? how are you not cold?. he's strong on the aren't you cold because he sees you wearing thin as clothing and your skating as if its not fucking freezing. he would go shopping with you to buy a coat because he is convinced you don't have one.he saves videos of you skating and would watch them in his free time.

cartman

LOVES IT. he brags to everyone, if someone is watching a vid of you skating he brags "yep thats my girlfriend" and smiles to himself, he takes advantage of it sm. he'd go backstage and if the guards didnt allow him he just use his card "im y/ns boyfriend yk, if she finds out about this she won't let you off so easily 😒". he'd pretend to be your coach just so he can see you practice. he doesn't tell you but he also saves the videos, he doesn't know how you can be so pretty while skating in the cold like that fr.

butters

shook to the core. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT??" he's very concerned at how you do the stunts and how your spine is still intact. somehow he has a backstage pass??? everytime you finish a performance he would give you water and a coat to cover yourself "you did so well y/n!!!!!! 😊😊🥰😚" . he gives you motivational cheers too. butters is always there as a full time supporter

clyde.

HE IS YOUR SUPPORTER, might as well be the president of your fanclub. he saves the articles of you like "y/ns skating routine" or knowing damn well he couldve asked. he'd be yelling nonstop in the crowd whenever you do performances. you have to tell him that you have a performance coming up so he is first to have tickets. you did a quad once in boy was shook, he was literally screaming your name and when you did a quad he was like 🧍 "HWAR????". he 100% would compete with anyone in the crowd, like if someoen was yelling your name louder than him he takes that as a competition. you just hear "y/n letsgo!!!" followed with "Y/N YESS THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!!".

tolkien

loves it, he can tell you are going to be really really popular. saves the video and isn't ashamed of it, tells his parents about you because he's so proud of you. idk what else mans would do...

Craig

okay, he finds it so hot tbh. he loves the clothes you wear whenever you perform. i think he acts like he doesn't care that his girlfriend is a popular ice skater but in reality he loves it so much. he also would glare at anyone looking at you 'weirdly' since most of your clothing are thin and very revealing alot of people tend to stare and he would ready with a coat after evey performance to cover you up. he tried to ice skate once too and he was really good, if he becomes a ice skater he wants to be your partner fr

tweek

is also extremely worried for you, asks way too many questions "does it hurt?, are you cold? do you need a coat? dont you need to check a doctor? are you not dizzy? do you always do this? are you not scared? what if the blade hits your face?" he is so amazed at the dizzy part like you'd spin so many times and is still able to do things normally. if it was him he would puke himself on the spot. he can't watch most of your performances bc of how worried mans is, he still supports you though. he would get really worried about you and would end up watching at a live stream somewhere ong

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 9 | what he deserves

Warnings | execution, blood, gore, death, yandere satoru, sexual content, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

GOJO SAYU laughed. His eyes dripping with tears, red and puffy. It was a stark contrast to the maniacal laughter escaping his grinning lips as he struggled against his constraints.

"She belongs to me! In every life she belongs to me!"

When Gojo died as Seiji in his last life, he couldn't help but to be overrun with guilt. But he didn't have a choice. Y/n married some man that wasn't him.

And in this new life, y/n was but a sweet little baker. Her cheeks were rosy. Her hair curled. Her tits looked like they needed a good grope too in the pretty (color) kimono she always wore.

The moment that Gojo Sayu saw her, his memories immediately came flooding back. He didn't stop himself from running up to her. Grabbing her. Holding her close. She was slightly older than him, he could tell. And as she hit his arm and told him to let her go, he didn't. He held on that much tighter.

Even when her own children came running out of the bakery and started hitting at his legs.

He understood where Gojo Seiji was coming from.

It was time to start over.

AGAIN.

"Gojo Sayu, for murdering the l/n family, you have been sentenced to death."

He grinned. His sick and twisted mind spinning as the rope around his neck dug tighter into his skin, his flesh.

"Any last words."

"I can't wait to see her again...and next time, she'll only be with me!"

The words of a mad man.

The Gojo clan were disappointed. Disgusted, to say the least. To think one of their own, next clan leader no less, was able to fall to such depravity.

The current leader raised his arm and signaled for the rope to be cut.

Little did they know, he was lost to depravity a few lives ago, and as the rope snapped Gojo Sayu's neck, his laughter still haunted them all.

And it haunted GOJO SAYAMI too as he opened his eyes. The sun hitting his irises as he squinted.

"You're awake!"

He felt someone bend over him and block out the sun's rays and place a gentle kiss upon his lips. A small smile soon forming there as he raised a hand to cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Breaking the kiss suddenly, she leant back and Gojo was blessed with her angelic features.

Y/n.

"Did you sleep well?"

The question brought him to the present. Where his head laid in her lap as the two basked in the sun in a flower field, far from any prying eyes.

"Mmm, it was a good nap, but I had a terrible dream."

He reached up and caressed her cheek. Her eyebrows furrowing.

"Do you..want to talk about it?"

It was so cute watching her worry over him, the sight caused him to grin.

"No," he finally answered as he thought about the dream. About the memories of his past lives, "its just a silly dream. Nothing to worry yourself over sweet girl."

"Are you sure?"

He watched her worried face, a smirk soon forming his lips as an idea took over, "well... maybe there is something you could do to make me feel better," he hummed out as sat up to pat his lap. The action caused her to blush, "Sayami! We- we aren't married yet! We can't do that stuff..."

He gave his best puppy dog eyes, an innocent facade overtaking his features as his lips formed a pout, "I just wanted you to sit in my lap, promise."

She eyed him a moment, suspicion raking her brain before she relented. She never could say no to him, and he always took advantage over that fact. (Not like he could say no to her either.)

When she finally plopped down into his lap, his arms were quick to snake around her waist. His chin nuzzling into the crook of her neck, causing her to laugh softly.

"Something funny, sweet girl?"

She placed her hands over his. Her fingers lightly tracing his knuckles, "its nothing, you just seem a bit more clingy today is all."

He hummed, "I'm just trying to show i love you."

That and because I remembered everything... I still can't believe my past self went crazy and got himself executed. What an idiot.

He wasn't sure if he was calling himself an idiot or not since him and his past selves were technically the same person. The same soul.

Well, whatever.

"Besides, it feels like we finally got what we deserve you know?"

She smiled fondly. Her fingers tracing small shapes on the back of his hands, "yeah .. with me being a commoner, I never would of imagined that your father would of let me get engaged with you. I'm so happy that we get to be together, Sayami."

That wasn't what Gojo was referring to. He was actually meaning how long it took for them to get together. It's been litteral centuries after all. The two of them have already been through a number of lives. And finally finally Gojo feels like him and y/n are getting the happy ending they deserved.

But y/n didn't need to know that. She didn't need to know of all the trouble he went through to finally get here.

Because it didn't matter anymore. Not with her sitting on his lap so prettily. Which, of course, caused his little dirty thought from earlier come into play. His hands breaking their hold on her stomach and carefully maneuvering to her waist.

"Sa- ?!"

She was quickly cut off when he pressed down, his now hard, clothed cock pressing against her ass.

"Sayami?!"

"What," he said with a chuckle, "we've done this before. You know," he leant forward where his breath tickled her ear, "where I hump that pretty cunt of yours and feel how soaked your panties get. And get to hear you beg for my fingers~. Granted, what I wouldn't give to have those tight walls of yours snug on my cock, but oh well, its like you said, we aren't married yet," he moved his lips down her neck. Teeth nipping and bitting, mouth sucking, tongue licking.

"We- we're outside though."

He could feel her resolve crumble as she squirmed, and before he could say anything else to entice her, she had turned in his grasp, her legs drapping over his sides as she ground against his erection. Her mewls and moans echoing into the air as she placed her hands on his shoulders, fingers gripping the fabric when she pressed her pelvis down.

"S- sayami~"

He helped her grind against him, his own hands gripping her hips as he forced her to move and and forth, against his hardening length that pressed tight in his trousers.

"Shit! Its in moments like these where I really want to fuck you dumb!"

He grunted and moaned, his forehead pressing against her own as pleasure mixed together.

She whined as she tried to quicken thr pace, the sight causing him to smirk as he took in her flushed features.

"Close?"

She nodded wordlessly, and he couldn't help but to groan at the sight. Oh what he wouldnt give to finally see her come undone on his cock instead. But whatever, he could wait.

He lived many lives after all. A few more days wouldn't hurt. Or maybe it would...

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[scoobydoodean]

It’s interesting to me that Dean won’t specify to Lisa what Ben was doing when Dean yelled at him in 6.02. Dean shouldn’t have yelled at him, but Ben did do something he very much should not have done. He found Dean’s car keys, unlocked his trunk, and started messing with Dean’s guns. This isn’t something a child who’s never touched a gun and therefore has zero gun safety training should be doing, and regardless shouldn’t be happening without supervision at his age. This is an incident that Lisa, as Ben’s mom, would probably want to sit down with Ben and discuss. But when Lisa comes around and asks Dean what happened, Dean says Ben didn’t do anything, and then when pressed, says “He got into my tools. I shouldn’t have gotten mad”. They’re surrounded by tool boxes for regular tools. When Dean says this, he’s holding a regular old tool box. There’s no implication that he means hunting tools specifically. The omission of that detail may make Dean feel truthful enough, but he’s not being truthful at all. He’s deliberately lying by omission.

Not only is this omission not fair to Lisa as Ben’s mother who should be afforded the opportunity to discuss this with Ben and correct his behavior—it also overtly understates Ben’s actual actions, inflating the irrationality of Dean’s reaction which is basically… self-sabotage on Dean’s part. He is making Ben a blameless figure who essentially did nothing wrong at all—making himself out to be horrible villain who yells at kids for messing with screwdrivers or hammers, when Ben was actually doing something potentially deadly.

Why does Dean lie? We specifically see Dean close up the trunk and put the key in a box. Despite securing his weapons appropriately, does he feel responsible for Ben being able to find the key and get in the trunk? Does he think maybe he forgot to lock it properly? Is he worried that Lisa would be angry at him and blame him for Ben being able to get to his weapons? Or does it make him so sick to think of the image of Ben holding a weapon that he can’t bring himself to talk about it? Is it possible he’s even genuinely rewritten the reality of what happened? That isn’t something out of Dean’s wheelhouse. He rewrites losing Cas at the Purgatory portal as his failure because he can’t handle the actual reality of it. Does he do the same here with Ben, unable to face the fact that Ben felt driven to pick up a gun because (from Dean’s perspective at least) Dean’s own attempts to keep their family safe are inadequate and he’s already failed?

[froginthesoil]

— 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. . .

— freminet, kaeya

— gender neutral | comfort, platonic

— 𝐜𝐰: daydreaming as escapism

— 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭

• he understands — if anything, he knows how comforting one's imagination can be.

• wanting to help you, he creates a small doll for you. its appearance is similar to your imaginary friend's... he makes sure to give it a mechanical heart, with deep heartbeats that comfort you, and eyes that shines when activated.

• freminet rarely comes over, mostly due to his work. but when he does, he makes sure to bring pers. if you decorate your home to remind you of your own little world, he's not one to judge.

• he's fine with staying with you in silence. if anything, it's better for him than having to speak.

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖✩˖ ࣪ ⊹ ──

it was a relatively cold evening in fontaine — the sun long gone behind the mountains, and a gentle rainfall, trickling down the cobblestone streets of the court. freminet held a small doll in his hands, keeping it safe from the rain as he examined it, making sure it was built just right. its small, mechanical heart responded with a beat, confirming that it was functional.

with a satisfied sigh, the young man opened the door of your apartment, using the key you gave him — how he had managed to gain such a strong trust from you, freminet had no idea. this friendship was only a few months old, after all, with neither of you willing to really speak that much.

if anything, the only way freminet was able to understand so much about you was by watching your surroundings, relating them to his own experience.

the environment you were living in, decorated to replicate the image of a home that you had drawn so many times, had become familiar to him. he understood, being no stranger to the comfort that imagination could bring. that was the reason why pers was always by his side, after all. he thought you'd appreciate having a physical reminder of your own friend.

that's why, when he made his way into your bedroom to spend the night, he handed you the little doll that he had created; almost identical to the appearance he had seen in your drawings. its eyes sparkled a golden light in the dark, pushing the shadows away when activated, and its beating core melted your worries. freminet wasn't sure of whether you'd appreciate the gift, or find him intrusive for touching your imaginary friend in some way.

but the smile on your face was a good sign, and he lowered his gaze in relief. "i hope it's alright", he said, swiftly beginning to find flaws in his creation. "sewing clothes is more difficult than i thought." he would have said a little more, offering to sew another outfit, if it wasn't for your smile as you held the doll close to your chest.

"it's really them..." you muttered, relieved by the ability to finally embrace your imaginary friend. "thank you. i'll take care of them." it was as if a weight was lifted from your shoulders. in your mind, there was nothing to fear as long as your imaginary friend was there with you. freminet kept his concerns for himself, well aware that he had no advice to give.

— 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

• kaeya has a fair amount of experience handling children and their wild creativity. he figures that it goes deeper for you, considering you're past the age of having imaginary friends — but he gets it, and he doesn't pry.

• he lets you stay with him when he's not needed outside of town, doesn't mind your presence since you're so quiet anyway.

• he's fine with listening while you occasionally ramble about the daydreams you came up with, even if he is a little hurt by the fact that you'd rather hide away than reach out to him for help. sometimes he reminds you that's he here, he slips in a few comments.

• if you're neglecting your responsabilities, he does bring you back to reality. kaeya isn't so teasing with you during these times, he wouldn't dare to make fun of something so personal.

• sometimes, he wonders what he can do to help — accompanying you during walks in case you're careless and doing what he can to remove some stress from your shoulders don't seem to make much of a difference. as long as you refuse to open up about what's bothering you, that's the most he can do.

[hunterevie]

Story - Crotched Bee Family

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word count - 1557

Rating - Teen

Summary - With Cas spending more time on earth he wants to find a hobby to keep him busy, he decides on crocheting household items and clothes. When Dean starts hunting again he leaves Cas alone at home, who spends his time on his hobby.

Every time Dean comes back from a hunt though, he finds a new little crocheted surprise in his bedroom.

Cas had a new hobby. Ever since he had decided to spend more time on Earth with his husband, and less time with the angel garrison, he was finding himself getting a little bored. He tried to while away days by reading, doing a little research for cases, or writing poetry, something he had found he had a natural talent for. But he got bored of them quite quickly, preferring to do something a little more hands on.

That’s when he starts crocheting. 

It was a weird thing for him to progress to, but he was really good at it. Jumpers, hats, scarves, blankets, bags, you name it Cas could probably crochet it. He had already made them matching jumpers, soft to the touch and wonderfully comfortable. Sam laughed when they wore them the first time, but Dean just thought he was jealous that he didn’t get one.

As he grew in confidence, he decided he could sell some of his items. So that he wasn’t just clogging up their room in the bunker. Dean was all for it. Anything for a bit of extra money. And Cas was making quite a bit of money, enough for them to put some savings away to look at buying a property for their own.

It would be nice to get away from the bunker, and stop mentally scarring Sam every time they were remotely affectionate. Maybe the space could help them move further forward in their relationship. They had spoken in the past about having a family of their own, maybe with a home it was one step closer to becoming a reality.

Things were going well with the new hobby, that was until Dean started doing a bit of ad hoc hunting.

At first, Cas insisted on going with him. Wanting to be there to make sure his husband was safe, knowing he would be able to heal him quickly if he became too injured. But Dean insisted on Cas staying in the bunker, telling him that if they were in too much danger they would call him. As he was still an angel, Dean was confident he would be there in seconds and everything would be fine.

Still Cas worried.

On Deans first night back from a hunt, they were cuddled together under the comforter. Pressing soft little kisses against each others lips, biting gently and massaging to draw out wonderful stuttering noises. Wanting to feel more of his husband, Cas started sliding his lips down Deans neck. Licking and sucking at points, pulling out intoxicating groans. Although lost in the sensations, Deans eyes fluttered open briefly. Wanting to see his husband.

It was then he saw it.

Out the corner of his eye he saw a little soft crocheted creature, a bumble bee with bright yellow and black lines on. The wings were a pure white, soaring high from its back and it had an adorable little smile on his face.

“Erm sweetheart.” Dean said, tapping him lightly on the thigh. The only response a soft ‘hmmm’ against his neck before Cas went back to kissing tenderly. “Sweetheart.” That bought Cas out of his task, he pulled back, looking into his husbands eyes with those beautiful blue lust filled ones.

“Yes handsome?” He asked, hand coming up and gently caressing his cheek. Staring at him with so much affection it was making Deans cheeks heat up.

“What’s that?” Dean asked, pointing over to the table behind Cas. His husband turned around, searching where his eyes were looking. He could see his shoulders jerking a little where he was chuckling to himself.

“It’s a bee.”

“I can see that sweetheart, but…where did it come from?” Now Cas was looking back at his husband, a look of confusion in his eyes.

“I made her.” Ah right, he had obviously graduated from making bedding, clothing and accessories to making tiny little soft toys.

“Her?”

“Yes. She’s called Britney.” Of course he picked the name of a famous pop star to name his little creation. That was so adorably Cas. “Do you like her?”

“She’s very cute Cas.” Dean responded, moving down and taking those lips in his own again. Now he had satisfied his curiosity, he got back to the matter at hand.

With things becoming more dangerous out there, Dean found himself on more and more hunts. Leaving Cas alone in the bunker more frequently. Although Cas insisted he could come with him, Dean still refused.

Every time Dean came back home, he found himself faced with even more bees that Cas had made when he was away. Large ones, tiny ones, medium sized ones. All taking pride of place on the bedside table. Staring at them as they were reacquainting themselves after being away from each other for a short period of time.

It was after the 10th bee he decided he had to say something. When Dean had arrived back, Cas pulled him straight into their bedroom. Pushing him up against the wall and pressing delicate kisses against his neck and shoulders, petting softly down his sides and hips. As he opened his eyes and looked over he noticed the latest addition to the bee family, one that was so large it took up a portion of the bed and was the size of a pillow.

“Cas…Cas.” Dean said gently, pushing his husband away so they could look into each others eyes. “What is going on with the bees?” It wasn’t tactful but he thought he should approach it head on.

“What do you mean?” Cas asked, that confused little lilt in his voice that made Deans heart melt. His husband was truly the most adorable man in the world.

“Well erm…you only seem to make them when I’m away on hunts. I just wondered why I guess?” His husband looked away for a moment; staring over at his little bee family. It was as if he was trying to work out why himself. After nearly 5 minutes he looked back at Dean.

“It’s the only way I can cope when you’re gone.” His eyes were watery from the admission, a stray tear rolled down his cheek, wiped away by Deans calloused thumb as his hand held Cas’s cheek with all the tenderness in the world. He pushed forward and pressed their foreheads together. Cas shut his eyes, breathing in Deans scent for a moment as he composed himself. “I’m so scared when you are away Dean. All I can think about is a call saying you’re hurt or…or worse, you’re…” He couldn’t say the words, stopping as a little hiccup escaped his lips, head dropping to his husbands shoulder. Dean rubbed his husband back, hoping it would sooth him.

“I know sweetheart. I’m fine though, Sammy is with me and I know you’ll be there quickly if anything goes wrong.”

“Why can’t I come with you on these hunts Dean?” He asked, looking back up with glassy eyes. “I’ll feel so much better knowing I was there to help if things went wrong.” Dean understood that, he did. But he had his own reasons for wanting to protect his angel. Sighing he pulled Cas into his chest, arms completely wrapped around his body as he pulled his head into his chest. Swallowing, gaining the courage before speaking.

“Because I’m terrified of losing you Cas. If I get hurt, at least I know you’re around if I need saving. You can get there quickly and heal me. But if somebody has an angel blade, if they get one good shot at you then…that’s it.” He managed to unwrap his hand from his husband, laying it on his chin as he pulled his head back. Tenderly tilting his head up so their eyes were locked again. “And I can’t lose you sweetheart. Not after it took me so long to get you back.” He leant down and nuzzled their noses together before he pressed his forehead against Cas’s again.

“I don’t want you to hunt anymore Dean.” There was so much pain in those words, tears were forming in the back of Deans eyes now. Seeing his husband so vulnerable and scared about his hunting.

“That was my last hunt angel. I promise. I spoke to Sam on the way back and told him I couldn’t do it anymore. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you in safety, not putting myself in danger on hunts.” The relief that flooded Cas’s eyes made Dean smile.

“Thank you Dean.” They pushed together again, lips meeting in a chaste kiss once more.

“No worries angel.” Dean looked around the room at all the crocheted toys. “What are we going to do about all the bees?”

“We’re keeping them Dean. They’re our little bee family. I can’t get rid of them.” Cas said with all the seriousness in the world, causing his husband to laugh hard. Almost doubling over as he did so, loving how adorable and dorky he was at this moment. Cas couldn’t help but smile also.

“Okay, I guess we can have our bee family watch over us then.” Dean said, kissing his husband once more.

Maybe one day, in the distant future, they could pass that little bee family onto their own children.

He could only dream.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Out Of Options

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: angst, anxiety and being paranoid

Summary: As much as Dean wants to help you, his methods aren't working and you're getting worse. You turn to your brother and a trusted friend to try and help, but you might have to create the reality that this Mark doesn't want to part from you.

Past, Present, and Future Masterlist

Square Filled: dean winchester (crossover bingo) for @fandombingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

The Mark craves power and you have a steady source of it on your other wrist. The effects for Dean were different because he was a human with no powers to supply the Mark. He had to kill in order to satisfy it whereas you’re in a constant state of wanting to kill something and using your powers to feed the Mark.

All you want is to get the damn thing off your wrist. Taking it at the time seemed fine but now that you’ve had time with it, you don’t like the evil presence it has. There is something dark and dangerous about this that you don’t like and you’re not sure how to part from it. What Dean showed you--the alcohol, the shooting, the rage room--helped a little bit, but now you’re back to how you felt before.

Anxious, paranoid, stressed, and everything else that makes you question the motives of everyone around you. Stephen isn’t much help either even though he says he’s trying to figure out a way to get it off you. What if he isn’t? What if he says he is and doesn’t have any intentions of helping you? What if everyone around you is against you?

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” Dean says.

You keep pacing the length of the library while muttering to yourself and scratching the arm the Mark is on. Sam, Dean, and Castiel are standing off to the side watching you with worried looks.

“I can’t. Get this thing off me. Please tell me you can get it off me,” you whimper and continue to pace.

“Cas?” Sam asks.

“If I couldn’t get it off of Dean, what makes you think I can get it off an Infinity Stone?”

“Will someone tell me they can get this damn thing off me?!” you shout.

Every source of light flickers on and off, and the tables shake from the intensity of your voice.

“Y/N, we’re trying--”

“I know you are,” you cut him off. You try to force yourself to calm down because you don’t want him to worry. If he knew the damage it’s doing to you, he’d only feel guilty for forcing you to take it. “How did you get it off in the first place?”

“The Book of the Damned,” Sam answers. “We could try that again.”

“Do you know what happened the last time we used that thing? Amara got free and terrorized Earth. God and Amara are locked up. If we use that thing, they will be free and who knows what will happen because of it.”

“We live in a world with magic and wizards. Someone out there has to know how to get this off me and keep it contained so they don’t get out.” You stop pacing when you think of that word. Magic. Stephen isn’t the only one who knows how to do magic. “I think I know someone who might be able to help.”

“Who?”

“My brother and his wife live in Westview. He’s not magical but his wife is. I think she can help.” You look at Dean. “Do you want to come with me?”

“Why not? I’m not doing anything else,” he shrugs.

“Let me know how it goes,” Sam says.

You create a portal to Westview which is at a different timezone than Kansas. The city of Westview is small and isolated from the other towns but the people seem happy there. Vision gave you his address when he and Wanda first moved there in case you ever needed him, and now you’re taking him up on that offer.

You easily find their house and see kids’ toys and bikes all in the yard. You knew they were trying to have children but didn’t know they managed to do it. He’s not human so he can’t produce sperm. She must have used magic to bring her children to life. You walk up the porch steps and knock on the door rapidly. The door opens and Vision stands there looking like a real human being. No stone in his head and wearing a suit and tie like he has somewhere important to be.

“What did she do to you?” you ask.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you. Come in.”

“No seriously, what did she do to you?” you ask and walk inside.

“It’s to help him blend in,” Wanda says from the stairs. “We both agreed it would be easier on the town if they saw him this way.”

“Right.”

“What are you doing here?” Vision asks.

“I need your wife’s help.” Dean clears his throat and he shuffles from one foot to the next. “Um, right. Dean, meet my brother, Vision, and his wife, Wanda. This is Dean, my…”

“Friend,” Dean says for you and shake both their hands. You’re not sure if that’s what you two are but it’s so hard to focus on other things when your head is always pounding. Though, you feel some sort of disappointment at being called his friend. “Nice to meet you.”

“What’s wrong?” Wanda asks.

You open your mouth to explain to her what’s going on when you notice Dean looking at you. You can’t do this with him listening. Two seconds later, his phone rings and he steps off to the side to answer it. Now’s your chance. You explain to both of them what you did for Sam and Dean, how it affected Sam, how you took the Mark off him, and how you took it on. You explain everything as fast as you can without leaving anything out, and you show both of them to Mark on your wrist.

“I‘m falling apart over here, Vis. I can’t tell Dean any of this because he’ll feel worse than he already does. I thought I’d be able to handle something like this. I’m the Time Stone. I know power but this is unlike anything I’ve ever come across in the universe. This is something evil. Please, you have to do something to help me.”

“Have you talked to Dr. Strange?”

“Yes and he says he’s working on it but he’s taking too long. I need it off now. Isn’t there anything the Mind Stone can do?”

“Let me see.”

You hold your hand out for him to examine the Mark. Dean comes back and looks a bit worried.

“Who was that? Are you okay?”

“It’s Sam. He caught a vampire case.”

“Do you need to go?”

“No, he’s got Cas. Can they get it off?”

“He’s looking at it.”

Vision runs his thumb across the Mark, and you flinch from how sensitive the flesh is. He turns back into his robotic purple self, and the Mind Stone glows brightly on his forehead. He shoots a light beam onto the Mark to try and minimize the effects it has on you, but it does the opposite. You yank back in pain and cry out from the sudden urge to kill something. A sharp pain shoots up your arm and into your heart.

“I’m sorry. The Mark drew power from me. I’m not sure what it is but it’s powerful and unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

“May I?” Wanda asks.

“Yes, please.”

She takes her left hand and holds your wrist while red magic comes out of her right hand. Her magic encompasses the Mark as she tries to pull it from your body but the second she does, you two get the shock of your life. Both of you are blown back to opposite walls, and she cries out in pain when her magic bounces back into herself. You fall into the wall where a couple of picture frames fall on your head, and Dean rushes over to you to help you up.

“What the hell happened?”

“The Mark doesn’t want to leave you. It found a source of power it doesn’t want to part from,” Wanda explains. “I can’t help you.”

“There’s nothing you can do?” you bite your lip worriedly and lean into Dean’s side.

“Wakanda might be able to help,” Vision says and holds his wife close. “They tried separating the stone from me, and Shuri nearly succeeded. Maybe they can separate the stone from you, and the Mark won’t have any use for you.”

“Fine. Thanks for trying.”

You create a portal to Wakanda right outside their dome because you don’t want to go in the middle of the city and have them start firing at you. Dean has never been out of the country much less to Africa, so this is all new to him. It takes some effort but the border is open for you and Dean to pass through.

The Dora Milaje meets you halfway to the castle and escorts you the rest of the way where Shuri, Queen Ramonda, and King T’Challa are. Again, you explain to them what is going on with you and keep out the part about how much it’s destroying you since Dean is here. He’s distracted and taking pictures to send to Sam but you keep it vague right now.

“Vision and Wanda couldn’t help and they suggested you, Shuri. I don’t know what else to do, and you nearly succeeded in getting that stone out of my brother.”

“Follow me.”

She and her brother take you inside the castle and down to the lab, all the while Dean is gasping at everything he sees and taking even more pictures.

“Sorry about him,” you mutter.

“It’s not a problem,” T’Challa smiles. “Just no pictures of the lab.”

“Yeah, you got it,” Dean nods.

“So, this is the same process as with Vision, right? Removing the Mind Stone is the same as removing the Time Stone from me?”

“Each stone is complicated in its own way, but I will definitely try.”

Shuri and T’Challa look at each other, and you see the unspoken words between them.

“What is it?”

“The only issue is that Vision is more than just the stone. He’s Jarvis, Ultron, Bruce, and Tony all rolled into one person. You’re just the stone. It’s going to be a lot harder to separate it from you.”

“But Stephen Strange is the one who did this to me. I have a part of him inside me, right?”

“Right. It’s not impossible, just more difficult. Come.”

You look at Dean once before following Shuri into the back room where she once worked on Vision. This time, there isn’t a threat looming outside so you think she’ll have all the time she needs to get this done. She hooks you up and starts diagnosing the stone before actually starting to remove it.

As soon as she’s ready, she begins trying to separate the stone from your body. You wince in pain and look away, and Dean walks over to grab your other hand. You smile painfully at him and he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand letting you know he is here for you. Even through all this pain, you still get butterflies whenever he does this sort of thing to you.

“Something is wrong.” You and Dean look at Shuri who looks like she is struggling to separate the millions of nerves attached to you. “It’s fighting back.”

“It’s the Mark that is, not the stone,” you say.

She tries to remove a nerve but what happened with Wanda happens here. She and T’Challa go flying back while you and Dean fly back in the opposite way. The small blast is enough to break the machine Shuri was using, so much so that two Dora Milaje come rushing in with spears thinking their King was attacked.

“We’re okay. Stand down,” T’Challa orders.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper and stand up. “This happened with Wanda but much less damage.”

“The Mark is protecting itself. It doesn’t want to part from the stone so it will do anything to keep it intact.”

“What do I do now?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs.

You fall back into a chair and silently cry at the lack of options.

x

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10–50k Destiel Fics

Hello everyone! Here are some novella length fics for your reading enjoyment :D

In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved) by caelum_writes (11k)

A 26-year-old Dean is transported to 2021 and confronted with the unfathomable - a future where he is happy, safe, and loved.

Equinox by luchia (12k)

In which Castiel is the weird time-traveling freak who just might be the love of Dean Winchester's life.

let the waters rise. by outpastthemoat (13k)

When Dean thinks about it later, he could almost swear it had been raining the day Castiel left. But the rain came after. Castiel leaves on a day with no clouds, a day with golden sunlight warming Dean throughout. It happens without warning, like lightning striking out of a clear blue sky.

It’s raining when he throws his bags in the Impala and it’s raining when he turns on the interstate and it’s still raining when he hits the state line so he keeps on going. Dean drives and it rains, so he turns on his windshield wipers and watches raindrops sliding down the windshield and flicking away into the gray air, and he just keeps thinking that this can’t be happening. It just can’t.

25¢ pocket guardian angels by hopelessheathen (13k)

Dean walks into his local bank one day and notices that someone has filled the old gumball machine with these tiny, wiggling, sentient angels in individual plastic packaging. Deeply concerned about their air supply and the fact that they're trapped there in the sun, he starts pumping in quarters to rescue them. This is worse than leaving a dog in an overheating car.

Now he's got forty of the little guys running all over his house, and god knows how many others might be trapped and dying all over the city.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built by MajorEnglishEsquire (14k)

Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.)

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

Falling Home by sunshinewinchesters (15k)

The angels have fallen and all Dean knows is that he needs to find Castiel, blizzard and feelings be damned.

Written On Your Skin by noxsoulmate (16k)

When the handprint Cas left on his shoulder flares back to life, Dean knows something is wrong. Moving Heaven and Hell, he’s able to find his best friend – imprisoned and covered in writing. Every meaningful word ever spoken between them is etched into Cas’ skin, fading slowly, one line at a time. A battle against time begins because once the last line vanishes Castiel’s memories will be gone with it. Not only of Dean, but of everything he has ever learned from him about humanity, love, and free will.

love bade me welcome by mmtion (23k)

Cas gives Dean a wooden carving to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. But, despite their friends freaking out about it, it's not like that.

(or; Dean and Cas build a gentle life together, in the wrong order.)

Morning Glory by edgarallanrose (25k)

Dean can no longer hunt, Cas has gone from Warrior of God to beekeeper, and Sam has left home. Taking place two years after the Season 12 finale, Dean and Cas have to learn what it means to be themselves, and who they are meant to be to each other, without the threat of an impending apocalypse hanging over their heads.

Dream House by breathingdestiel (26k)

Castiel Shurley and his best friend Dorothy Baum have decided to move in together. After his aunt assumes they are dating, she offers them money for the house, but only if they apply for a famous reality show ‘Dream House’. Since they could use the money and he doesn’t want to come out to his aunt, Castiel and Dorothy agree to fake date for the show. But things go wrong when Dorothy falls in love with the show’s producer and Castiel starts to develop feelings for one of the hosts.

Dean Winchester is a co-host of ‘Dream House’, along with his brother. Sam, being a realtor, finds a fixer-upper and Dean turns it into a perfect house for their clients. Even though he has what most people only dream about, Dean is incredibly lonely. He had bad experiences with relationships in the past and he doesn’t think he will ever meet anyone who can earn his trust. Until he meets Castiel.

On Drowning by domesticadventures (28k)

The absolute last thing Dean would ever admit, after saving Cas' life, is that it was all thanks to the unhealthy amount of time he spent reading about drowning on Wikipedia.

Not that he's not grateful, but what he really needs is an instruction manual for everything that comes after.

A Hard-Won Peace by patheticfangirl (28k)

“Afterlife” no longer means forgetting what happened during life.

In Heaven, Dean is tormented by peace and freedom until he reunites with an also-struggling Castiel. Together, they work through issues they couldn’t leave behind, hoping to find something resembling happiness.

Three Funerals and a Wedding by Englandwouldfall (29k)

“So, um…basically, it’s this… I need you to marry me. For plot.”

Castiel stares at him.

“What?” Dean asks, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“I cannot believe gay marriage came to Moondoor before a significant part of America.”

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles (29k)

Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in." 

Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing. 

She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes." 

"Just the one," Dean mumbles. 

"Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks. 

Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get." 

Lucky Winner by natmoose (31k)

Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with.

But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

First Gentleman Wanted by youaresunlight (31k)

President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

All The Nights by NorthernSparrow (32k)

A ghost hunt goes wrong, and Dean ends up fighting for his life in an icy river. A certain angel somehow knows he's in trouble and shows up to help, but doesn't have enough power left to warm up Dean. It's just a simple cold night in the woods, but things can go wrong fast at night in the woods, and soon Cas and Dean must each decide what they'll risk to save the other. And they just might end up so exhausted that they accidentally start talking.

although we are faithless by noviembre (32k)

Dean is driving. Driving down a long road with Sam, and his parents are at the end of the road, and his mom made pie, and it's everything he dreamed about when he was a kid. Everything is okay. Everything is fine.

Except it doesn't make sense, and something is missing. Something is broken here --

Dean is driving again.

Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe by TheBlackLagoon (37k)

Cas Novak can’t see an escape from the life of hunting. Even with the frequent pleas from Jessica to leave it all behind, where in the world is he supposed to fit in? Dean Winchester can’t see a life beyond pencil-pushing for the Men of Letter’s Midwest branch. Even with the responsibility he holds to upkeep his family name, is it really what he’s meant to do? The two duos meet on what appears to be an easy salt and burn but which quickly spirals out of control.

sir this is a wendy's by noviembre (40k)

Dean is a custodian at a fast food restaurant. Cas is the President of the United States.

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

Keep Your Love Alive by dothraki_shieldmaiden and FriendofCarlotta (42k)

Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?

From Sea to Shining Sea by MsCaptainWinchester (43k)

Dean and Castiel are only a few short months of college from reuniting after five long years on opposite coasts. It doesn’t seem like long, but then a virus breaks out close to Dean, and suddenly all their plans are ruined.

Now there are new plans. Dean is going to do everything he can to cross the country, picking up strays and a reputation for violence along the way. Cas is building a new colony of survivors, determined to stay still long enough for Dean to find him.

But without contact, neither knows if they will ever see the other again. Can Dean survive his cross-country road trip through zombie nation? And if he does, will Castiel still be there to meet him?

psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe (44k)

Dean meets an angel who says he's from the future. It all gets a lot more complicated from there.

This list is getting pretty long so I'll make a second part! Thank you to all the amazing writers who have shared their fics with us, and happy reading!!

[norahastuff]

I’ve said this before, but 2x20 and Dean’s djinn dream really gets me. I mean, you have Dean bleeding emotions all over the place. His wish came true, he got Mary back, and it’s almost like he reverts to being a little kid. He’s so damn vulnerable. He gets to play house, his mom’s alive, Sam is happy... but he and Sam don’t have much of a relationship, because Dean’s fear has always been that the only thing keeping them together as a family was hunting. Without that, why would Sam bother with him? Then there’s also the fact that the Dean in this fantasy is a complete fuck up. He’s a drunk who steals, cheats, and lets down the people he loves. I think that’s another fear Dean’s always had about himself. Hunting and saving people allows him to think of himself as the hero, the good guy, but without that, he thinks there’s not much to him. 

Which is total bullshit. I mean, come on: can you ever imagine the Dean Winchester we know stealing his brother’s prom date? The same Dean who would walk over hot coals to see his brother happy. The second he ever notices Sam show interest in a girl, he completely backs away. But in this djinn universe, that’s the role he casts himself in. 

Also, John is dead, which is something that needs a whole other post to itself. The one thing I will say is that when Dean has his breakdown at John’s grave, when he pleads with him and asks “Why does it always have to be me?” John doesn’t answer. And Dean’s face is really something. It’s an “of course he’s not gonna fucking answer” expression. Whatever the universe, John will always be the unknowable, unreachable deity that Dean will never really be able to please. He’ll never get what he wants from John.

And then there’s Carmen. His partner in this world isn’t someone he knows or someone who knows him. It’s a model from a beer ad with the caption “go someplace better.” She’s not real. Dean doesn’t even have a concept of what a real partner would be. Dean seems a little troubled by that when he comes across the beer ad in the magazine. Like he’s disappointed by how empty his life is that he can’t even fantasise about a real person.

I also find that really interesting in the context of Lisa. The next time we see Dean fantasise about someone, it’s Lisa. He imagines a life with her and what could be. But the truth is, Lisa’s not any more real than Carmen was. She represents Dean’s fantasy of the kind of normal life he thinks he should want, but in reality doesn’t. Initially, you could claim he’s not happy with Lisa because he thinks Sam is trapped in the cage, but even after Sam comes back, Dean’s not satisfied with his suburban life. It’s not until he rips the tarp off the Impala and heads out on the road, do we see Dean actually smile and feel like himself again. 

Anyway, it’s all fascinating, especially in the context of s14/15. Like, take what everyone in his djinn world tries to tell him to convince him to stay: 

MARY: It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let’s go home.

JESSICA: You don't have to worry about Sam anymore. You get to watch him live a full life.

CARMEN: We can have a future together. Have our own family. I love you, Dean.

SAM: Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough?

What Dean truly wants is a family. A home. He wants Sam to be happy and to have a life that he gets to be a part of. And he wants a partner who will raise a family with him. Someone who loves him. 

The reason he can’t stay in the djinn dream no matter how much he wants to? It’s not real. 

Cut to Cas, over a decade later looking Dean in the eye and telling him “Dean, you asked what about all this is real? We are.” And to Dean point blank telling John, in the home that he shares with his brother, his angel and their nephilim son, that he has a family. He’s happy with who he is, with who Sam is. 

And fucking cut to Cas, an angel who loved Dean so much, it rewired his entire existence. Someone who saw Dean, saw all of him, who knew him to his fucking core and loved him anyway. Loved him because of all that he saw, and not in spite of it. He’s not the fuck up he sees himself as. Cas sees him as he really is: someone who loves, who lights up the world around him, 

That’s something Dean thought he would never have. In the djinn dream Dean tells Mary that he has to leave. That none of this matters because it’s not real. Mary says: 

“It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had.”

It’s heartbreaking, but in the context of future seasons... Dean will have something better. And it’ll mean so much more because it’s real. 

[maddithefangirl]

Old Friend (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: fluff

Prompt: “I didn’t know what I wanted from the future until I pictured you in it.”

a/n: inspired by me literally being kicked out of my apartment this week. woo hoo ): I have one more "kicked out of my apartment" fic coming with Cas so look out for that coming soon.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Today was the worst day of your life so far. You were being kicked out of your apartment complex. The entire complex was being renovated to match the standards set by the rest of Velaris, but that meant that you had nowhere else to go. The only person you could think to ask was an old friend of yours from when he first moved here from the Illyrian Mountains. 

Although, you had no idea how to find him, so you went to the only one who would know where he was, the High Lady. 

It was an anxiety-inducing situation that you put yourself in. 

You had waited until she was finished with all her students in her studio before approaching. There were many stories and rumors about what the High Lady was like, but you had not seen for yourself. 

As you stepped beside her, you bowed your head, “My Lady. I had hoped you would have time to help me with something.”

She looked up shocked, “No need for formalities! Just call me Feyre. What can I help you with?”

You smiled back at her, “Well, I have been trying to find Azriel as he is an old friend of mine. Would you be able to pass him this note?” 

“Of course! Is there anything I personally can help you with?”

“Oh, no. Just passing him the note will suffice. Thank you my La- Feyre.” 

You zipped out of there before she could ask you any more questions. 

…

At the River House that night, the Inner Circle was having a wonderful meal when Feyre remembered the letter, “Oh, Az, this female came up to me today saying she was an old friend of yours and handed me this note for you. So who is the lucky female we don’t know about?”

A small blush rose upon his cheeks as his mind began racing at who the Mother it could be. But then he grabbed the letter and began reading:

Dear Az,

I hope this finds you well. I have been displaced from my apartment building and didn’t know where else to go. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but would there be any way that you could let me stay at your place for a little bit? I don’t have anywhere else to go. I will be in our spot in the library we used to frequent. They are letting me stay one night before also kicking me out. 

Hope to see you soon.

Yours,

Y/N

This shocked Az. He hadn’t heard from you since he snuck off to see you in his early years before gaining all of his current responsibilities. There had never been closure on your friendship. You were his world back then. He had loved you more than he felt about Mor but led everyone to believe he was pining after her so as to not find out about you. 

As he comes back to reality, his cheeks begin to burn, “She is in fact an old friend, I must go to her at once.”

Everyone was confused, so he left the letter on the table for everyone to read and headed out. 

…

As you were nestled by the hearth taking in the warmth of the fire, you felt his presence. When you did see him, your eyes lit up bigger than balloons. 

He came.

His hazel eyes were unchanged, unlike the rest of him. He was a lot bigger than you remember. He wrapped you up in a hug and spun you around. You don’t remember the last time someone had made you happy like this. 

You thought Az would take you back to the old beat-up shack he used to live in before he felt worthy enough to live somewhere where the High Lord allowed, but he took you to a townhouse. Little did you know that no one had ever visited this townhouse before. He never let anyone in here. He was saving it for the one. He was saving it for you.

As you put your sack of items from your old apartment down, a tear trickled down your face, “I- I didn’t think you would come.”

“Why wouldn’t I come? You mean everything to me.” He replied back quickly. 

You pondered that response for a few beats. Everything? You couldn’t quite comprehend that, “But we haven’t seen each other in so long? I thought you had forgotten about me.”

His brows furrowed. “I have thought about you everyday from the last day I saw you, but my job is dangerous… I have to be careful with the ones I love.” 

Love? How could he love you?

He kept going, “You have directly changed my life for the better. I- I didn’t know what I wanted from the future until I pictured you in it. So please, stay here with me.” 

That was the sweetest thing you had ever been told. It felt like those words were making your heart grow five times its current size. He made you believe in love again.

[kahlanmars]

PAPER RINGS part. 8

MASTERLIST

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Fist of all, THANKS!! And this part contains SMUT. Please, if you are minor don't read. It starts with *ear* and it ends with *love* in bold.

This chapter is just a cuddle from me to me. And you, if you ship Daymitch.

this is the gif just because Woody looks hot here.

8. Drew a map on my bedroom ceiling

It’s not a surprise when he starts kissing you with heat and he pushes you onto the mattress, and your body is craving for his touch. It’s like he burns you with his hands when he touches your skin, and there is no better feeling in the whole world. Well, maybe there is a better feeling, but you don’t want to be crude.

«Hay, before we start…» You try to say, which is hard if he wants you. And he definitely wants you. You are proud of the way he looks at you, and you are up to whatever he wants to do to show you he missed you and he is sorry, but you are also determined to clear the situation before.

«Didn’t we start already? I missed you. I was miserable without you. When I thought I lost you…» He is attacking your neck and he is so talented with those kisses, he knows every spot to make you ache with desire, that you almost give up. But no, you are the strongest soldier.

«The thing you said about the house, did you mean it? That it’s just your house and not mine?» You have to know it. You moved into his house without really meaning to, you were in a coma and then you needed him twenty four seven, but now you don’t have to. You could find a small house in the village or take one of the empty houses in the victor’s village, even if you are technically not a victor. There is no need for you to stay in a home you can’t call yours.

He wouldn’t be completely wrong either. Who is crazy enough to move together after six months of a relationship? Courtship in Twelve is much longer.

«It was just me not being able to live with someone else. I’ve been completely alone for twenty four years, Sweetheart, I took all the decisions by myself. I want to stay with you.» He takes your hand and kisses your palm. «And what is yours is mine, don’t doubt it. Sometimes I just slip into old habits.»

«So I don’t have to move out.» You want to be sure. His eyes darken in worry.

«Don’t even think of it. I want you by my side. Always.» He even kisses you on the cheek and you melt completely. «Why? Do you want to go? I understand I'm not the easiest roommate. And it's been rushed… I rushed it. If you want-»

«No!» You reassure him. You always forget it’s mutual, in your mind he is very sure of how you feel about him but in reality he isn’t much. «I want to stay. I like our life. I like waking up with you and dinner with you, I like our routine… I want to live like this forever.» You blurt it out. You are not one for great words. I mean you are, you always say to your friends and to him that you love them, but he does not, and in your everyday life you express your affection in other ways. 

«Same for me, Sweetheart. I asked you to marry me for this very reason.»

«And just for the records, you don’t think I’m a gold digger.» You bite your upper lip. You are aware you give off this vibe. You stay with an older man, a good looking and wonderful older man but still, you like money, and you are kinda spoiled. But you are not with Haymitch for his status. You are with him because you love him. 

«I’m not exactly a catch. You stayed with me in a hole under the ground with no guarantee of a life after that, you put up with my shit too many times. No, I don’t think you are a gold digger.»

This time it’s you who attacks him with kisses. «I didn’t put up with anything, and you are a catch. You are smart, and funny, and handsome and so good in bed I think I’m addicted to you…»

«I would hope so.» He strokes your cheek. «I’ll never let you go again. Doctor Payne says-»

«Who’s Doctor Payne?» You interrupt him.

«I… I went to therapy. I figured out something was wrong and now I don’t think Thirteen is spying on us so much anymore, so I called Dr. Aurelius and she called Dr. Payne.»

You pepper his face with kisses and giggles. «I’m so happy for you!»

Going to a therapist it’s a big thing for someone as paranoid as Haymitch. And he wasn’t wrong, there were spies everywhere before the revolution and sometimes you are still afraid of it too. 

«Me too, but now please… I can’t stay over a bed and not have a bite of my lady…»

«Bite me then.» You climb into his lap and whisper in his ear. «Kiss me, taste me. I think it’s time for you to fuck me properly, my love.»

«I didn’t give proper attention to this body lately, right Sweetheart? I neglected this poor stunning body of yours.» 

He approaches you like a hunter, tossing you on the mattress like a ragdoll, and you feel like a prey, you feel his eyes on your body like he wants to eat you out in a whole bite. 

You missed it so much, he has this magical power to make you feel like you are the most beautiful woman on earth.

«I feel very neglected.» You pout. It shouldn’t be true, but living in two different cities has been so difficult for this aspect. When you are at home, you two make love at least once a day. It’s not planned, but he brushes his hand against yours, or he reads to you with that deep voice that tickles your belly, and you aren’t without fault, you wear skimpy pyjamas and you giggle in a flirty way like you didn’t conquer him yet. You are the epitome of a coquette girl, when it comes to him.  

«I should always cherish you… your legs, your lips, your neck…» 

He is over you and he starts going south, until he reaches your tights. He smirks, he likes to undress you like he is unwrapping a present. He is careful not to break the tights and he tosses them away when your legs are free.

«So beautiful, Gorgeous.» He starts peppering kisses along your ankle, up and up on the leg until he meets your thighs. He avoids your panties to place wet kisses on your belly and he smirks against your skin when the bra is on the way. You are a painting mess, because while he is busy doing this you are shivering from his mouth and wondering hands.

«Let me taste you, my love.» You ask and you suddenly realise he is completely dressed, while you are in your panties and bra. Unfair, unfair! You want to see your man in all his glory. You love his body, he is firm and muscular in a manly way, he is so virile and strong. You almost sigh at the thoughts. 

«No protests from me.»

You quickly remove his shirt and start to trace a line with kisses along his taurine neck, his chest, his black boxers you bought him when you found out he was sleeping naked and you two were on a sex strike.

«I’m so happy you are mine, Haymitch, all mine.» 

«All yours.» He closes his eyes and you have to admit that this is one of your favourite feelings in the world, Haymitch completely broke, in your power, a shivering man who begs for more and more of you. «Babe, you are a view. Stunning.»

You blush, and doubt you are a view with your lips wrapped on his cock, but you love how powerful that makes you feel, and Haymitch is so handsome you almost whine in anticipation for what he will do to you.

«If you keep doing this I won't be able to resist for long.» He warns you, but he is guiding you with his hands on your scalp - and it’s hot, you don’t know why but it’s so hot when he does this - and you take the opportunity to look at him in a seductive smirk.

«And what’s the problem with that, darling?» You purr. 

«I want you to… to enjoy… Daisy, please.»

«Shh, just let me do this.» You suggest.

He gives up his protests almost immediately when you start to bob your head and you enjoy his moans very much, he cries in please and he claims your name on his lip like he is praying to a personal goddess.

You are his personal goddess, right now. 

When you finish you are satisfied and he looks so lost he is almost cute, his face open in a dumb smile.

«Shit, Sweetheart.» He pants, and his hands go to massage your neck. He loves your neck, you know that, he always bites it or kisses or, well, he does like to choke sometimes. Just as much as you like his wide hands wrapped around your skin. And you are not that innocent either, you clearly remember bites that needed medical attention after. 

«I think what you mean is “Yes, I’m going to marry the right woman”.» You climb into his lap again and you hide in the crook of his neck.

«Damn right.» He whispers, still a bit puzzled, «Give me a minute and then-»

«I didn’t do it to have anything in return. I did it because I like it. I quite like you.»

«Sweetheart, if I’m not in you in ten minutes I’m going to die from abstinence. Again.»

You laugh, and you violently blush because he is very blunt when he wants to. «So you are addicted to me now?»

He takes your lips in a fiery kiss. «Good thing you are with me.»

«Always, my love.»

Haymitch Abernathy does not disappoint, and you end up seeing little stars on the ceiling. It takes almost five minutes for you to remember how to talk again. You honestly regret him being your first time, because you have no idea if it’s normal or if he is particularly good at what he does. Is it normal to forget what your name is, is it normal to just want to whisper his when you are ecstatic?

«Did you see the article?» You ask, giving his shoulder a sleepy sloppy kiss. You don’t have the stamina to do something else and he is completely broke, but… his body is there and what are you supposed to do, not enjoying what is yours?

«Yeah. Didn’t believe it.» He reassures you. Then he begins to stroke your raven hair with his callous, big hands and you close your eyes feeling in paradise.

Yes, this is paradise. A post sex cuddle with the most handsome man in the entire galaxy.

«Good. I was just crying, he was consoling me.» You justify yourself. You don’t need to, he is the one who kissed someone else, not you. And yet.

«I’m sorry you cried, and I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.» He strokes his hand on your cheek. You see regret in his eyes.

«Don’t worry. You are here now.»  You let out a content sigh, but then you remember something. «Haymitch, where is your kitten?»

Stew is too little to be alone for more than three hours, let alone a day. But it’s Haymitch you are talking about. The guy who made a fence so strong that wolves couldn’t pass through it to get a geese. The guy who never once thought a cat could survive in the wild and was willing to take him in. The guy that, when you laughed he got the kitty a cat’s bed, replied “Where do you think it could sleep, on the floor?” in an annoyed adorable voice.

«With Peeta. And, babe… our kitten.» Peeta makes sense. Katniss wouldn’t, she is not a big fan of animals, but Peeta has always been tender and kind. 

«She hates me, for now it’s your kitten.» You smile. You’ll win the kitty over, but you can understand she is totally in love with your almost husband. 

«She doesn’t hate you. She is jealous, possessive and spoiled. I see a resemblance.»

You pretend to gasp. You are not possessive… not really. You just like to joke, and when you play jealous you get kisses and reassurances. And he is not either, but he is insecure. Of his age, of his status, scared that somehow someday you will leave him.

«I’m prettier.» You smirk, your nails digging on his neck. «And my claws are sharper.»

«Let me see your claws, pretty kitten.» He laughs and you pull him in a kiss. 

«Try to kiss another woman and you’ll see them.» You warn him. You didn’t forget it just because you love him and you want to be with him. He dismissed your concerns and that was the result.

«She kissed me.» He reminds you, guilty flashing on his face.

«You let her.»

«Hey, never again. I promise you. Plus, I think Finnick will want my head.»

«So you are not just a bit jealous of the magnificent Finnick Odair? With his shining blonde hair and his charming smile and his chiselled abs and a pretty fine a- ehi, come here!» He tries to get out of the bed, but you put him down with a long kiss and you start peppering other pecks on his chest.

«You wanted Finnick so bad, I was going to get him for you.» He jokes. «I know I don’t have… chiselled abs or a charming smile. But I intend to make you happy.» And you believe him and his strangled voice.

«I don’t want Finnick. I never wanted him. I want you. And you don’t believe me, but you are a good looking, attractive man and I’m lucky to be your lady.»    

He can’t answer that, but his eyes are now a little flashy and watering and his lips are on yours.

«Don’t you have to go make dinner for Effie?» He asks because this is the routine. You do that even on the weekends when he is in her house. Effie has been magnificent and patient with you, and even after her delusion and your blackmailing little problem, she is worried about you. She is worried if you sleep enough, and she checks if you are in bed at a reasonable hour, and she controls if you eat enough. This is huge, Effie Trinket, who grew up in a strict house when it comes to food. She confessed to you her mother used to be severe, she went to model school when she was just a teenager because of her mom, and the situation was pretty abusive.

«She forced me to rest on bed.» You confess. 

«Great idea…» His hands go on your breasts and you giggle when he squeezes them. Sometimes he is not forty one, sometimes he is thirteen. And you love the childish side of his nature.

«That’s not resting.» You point out. Not that you mind, really. But he is forty two, how can he be so eager already? You don’t dare to ask if it’s normal but maybe you could drop the topic with Perla when she feels better.

«That’s relaxing.» He deadpans, and he starts to put little seductive kisses on your neck. «I missed you… your scent, babe, there is nothing like it.»

You blush, because you can’t help moaning a little. It’s like electricity. «I love you.»

«What about you two girls have a nice dinner together and I cook for you? You are both exhausted.» 

You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of protection he always gives you when you are near to him. His cooking is something you love about him. You don’t mind the cooking part of your maid job, it’s better than scrubbing the floor or cleaning the clothes, but he loves it. He really enjoys it.

«That sounds like a wonderful idea. And then you eat with us?» 

«Nope. I eat here with peace and quiet.»

He needs his space. You are aware, he told you, and yet you feel like it’s wrong, as if you were doing a bad thing to him. For you it would be terrible not to be included, for him it’s the opposite.

«I don’t want you to tire yourself without a reward…»

You thought he was going to ask something sexy, but he surprises you. «Then give me a reward, cutie. Afterwards we can watch a movie or read a book together.»

You laugh and kiss him again. «A reward for a nice dinner. How domestic.»

«I’m going to spend all my life with you, Sweetheart. We will have plenty of domestic moments.»

This sounds so good you might cry. He doesn’t understand it, but it’s so good to be around him. You feel cuddled and protected and sure, he is your little piece of peace in this world. Your home.

«I can’t wait.» Your kiss is lingering on his lips. «We will be old together.»

«Impossible. I’m already old.» 

You burst into another laugh, and then you flirt, because he is your man and what’s more fun than flirting with your man? Nothing. You let a finger slide through his chest. «So you will be this sexy forever? I have to keep up.»

«Something tells me it won’t be that hard for you.» 

His hands are already on your butt but then you remember you have to eat with Effie, and you laugh against his lips. «Later. We have all night.»

«We have all our life, Sweetheart.»

The next morning, regenerated from your night with Haymitch - who wants to talk to Finnick - and relieved about Effie, you are ready to talk to Lora.

You are hosted just like me. Your whole world is collapsing and you don’t even help me for me! You are doing it to distract yourself!

You have to admit you didn’t like her words. She was cruel two nights ago, at the party. She aimed to hurt and she succeeded. You could have expected it from Perla or maybe Effie, because you bicker with the Four girl all the time and you know Effie’s comments are sharp, even if they are not directed to you. Lora has always been sweet, though. The kind girl from district Eleven you learned to know better. She thinks you have been helping her to distract yourself. She still thinks that. She didn’t call and you didn’t see her when you went to Perla, so she must still be mad.

This time you don’t bring pastries, because the comment stings. 

It’s Cinna who opens the door, again. You forget he has his office at home, partly because it’s cheaper to pay one place instead of two, partly because he wants to keep an eye on Perla. 

You are a little shocked by Perla, and you feel stupid you didn’t catch the signals before. And you feel powerless, impotent. What can you do for her? How can you say it without being disrespectful? Perla is always so eager to make everybody think she is the strong one, she would be offended.

«Daisy! Come, come. Do you want a coffee? Tea?»

Cinna is in a good mood today, and that makes you feel a little better towards Perla. He loves her so much that he is miserable when she is not okay.

«No thanks.»

You follow him to his office, and you are stunned. Portia’s office is linear and everything is in its place, but Cinna’s office is an explosion of colours. He has sketches up on the wall and on the desk, crayons and pencils and watercolours. It’s so pretty, like a studio for a child. This is how you want to have an office.

«Sorry about the mess, you know it. You missed Perla, she is better today so she decided to go to work. Silly decision if you want my opinion. Oh, you are here, you can take these to Portia… these are the drawings for District One.»

You always forget Cinna comes from District One and not from the Capitol. He was one of the few that climbed from a district to the Capitol thanks to his skills. It was almost impossible, but he is a legend, very good in what he does, and he played his game when he decided to offer himself for district Twelve, the only district that needed a stylist so badly because no one wanted to be associated.

Meanwhile, when no one knew it, he was a part of the revolution. And he met Perla through Finnick.

«I was actually looking for Lora.» You confess. «But these are beautiful. Mine are not… are not like that.» You are a little scared now. You were proud Portia decided to include you, but you are not her or Cinna.

«I would hope so, you are Daisy and I can’t wait for a Daisy original.» He tries to reassure you. «Lora? She doesn’t live here anymore.»

That shocks you. In two days?! Or she didn’t tell you? You try to relive the last conversations with her. You were aware she was guilty about living with them, but she doesn’t have a job.

«Excuse me, she what?» 

«She moved out last night, she said she was moving in with her model friend.»

Oh no. And… she moved in a night? That doesn’t make sense. Then again, she doesn’t have that much, she could probably just fill a suitcase, and if you know her better she also always kept everything in the suitcase just in case. 

«Lavinia?» You easily guess. Lavinia Crane is the only friend Lora has apart from you. But, for what you know, Lavinia is also a wealthy model from Capitol and that doesn’t add up. How is Lora paying? Chaff is not that rich. 

«Yeah. Perla was not happy about it, she doesn’t trust her.» Perla is right. Perla is right most of the time, you shouldn’t have questioned it.

«I can understand why. Do you have an address?»

«On the fridge.»

Maybe it’s just a stupid doubt, but you want to check. You don’t trust the blonde Capitol girl and you don’t want to abandon your friend again, so you guess you are going house-hunting this morning.

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

Okay so in Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness, Doctor Strange (Earth-616) tells Christine (Earth-838) "I love you. I love you in every universe." And I thought that was one of the most romantic things I'd ever heard, given Stephen's experience with both Christine and also with the multiverse, but especially coming from a superhero movie.

Like, the idea that no matter our circumstances, or when or where or how we live, as long as you are you and I am me, then I will love you. That love seems indescribable.

But recently I have started to dip my toes into Supernatural again, and I am completely entranced by Cas' love for Dean, the idea that this reality is the only one where I love you and that's fine because the only reality that matters to me is one where we're together.

Because that's what Chuck said, right? In every other universe or reality that he created, Cas never once strayed from his mission, his purpose, except for this one that we see the show take place in, because in this one he loved and wanted to be loved and was loved in return. Because in this universe he cared; Dean made him care.

I am obsessed with the idea that I only love you in this universe and that that's perfect. That it's good. Because it means this is the universe where I have hope and trust and I have you. Those other realities? They are nothing more than other versions of us. Prototypes. Projects. Throwaways. The fact that I love you in this universe despite it being written into the very fabric of the universe by God himself that we are meant to fail, that means something. That means that it doesn't matter what anyone says, that I am not going to be yet another eternal victim of fate, that I am able to choose my own path, and even if none of the other versions of me choose you as their path, it doesn't matter, because I am and I'm here and we're together and that's all I could ever need in any timeline, even if all the other realities but this one fail to grasp that.

And Destiel fucking gave us that. And I am in shambles.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Idk how easily you could fit this into 200 words so feel free not to fill this prompt but I think a samifer time loop would be fun

i have. a few hundred extra words about it. if that helps. (<- guy who is so so late)

Sam flinches from Jess’s hand as it ghosts across his face. “You’re not her,” he says, exhausted. There’s a part of Lucifer that mourns the moments they could have shared in blissful ignorance and another that’s so proud of his vessel for recognizing him through the face he wears

And then, Sam whispers, “Not again. I can’t do this again.” He rolls away from Lucifer to get his feet under him. His shoulders hang heavy as he sucks in a breath. Lucifer sheds one face for another as easily as breathing. Even in dreams, Nick is ill-fitting. Sam moves out of Lucifer’s reach again before his hand is even halfway to the small of his back.

“I won’t say yes,” Sam says, pacing his way across the room away from Lucifer. Lucifer nods, understanding. He expected to wait, as eager as he was to approach Sam.

“I-”

“You will lie to me,” Sam cuts him off. Lucifer frowns.

“I-” he tries again.

“And you can’t help me. I don’t- It doesn’t matter if you do, but it’s worse when you try.”

“I wasn’t about to offer to help you.” Lucifer is thoroughly confused by now. The way Sam stares at him makes him uneasy. Lucifer is used to being the monster, unknown and dangerous. Sam is watching his every movement like he knows them, waiting for the warning before Lucifer strikes. “But if you need my-” Sam flinches.

“I skipped a few steps. Sorry. Don’t.” He swallows. “Don’t.” He looks like he’s been backed into a corner and beaten. Lucifer knows the feeling too well. He’s only just thrown it off, and he wants Sam to have that freedom.

“Sam, I want to give you-”

“The only promise you can make right now that you’ll be able to keep is that you’ll hurt me.” Lucifer stands. Sam takes a step back, and there’s panic across his face that freezes Lucifer in his tracks.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he says, very softly, like Sam will spook if he raises his voice a decibel and for all he knows, he will. “Even if I can’t help.” Sam hears the emphasis he places on the ‘if’, but he finds no comfort in it.

“Why are you always kind when it starts?” Sam asks. His voice is too worn for him, too old. “Was it- Was it always a trick? Why do you change?” He comes closer, and Lucifer tamps down on the instinctive reaction to mirror him, meet Sam’s steps with his own to bring them together.

“I don’t understand,” Lucifer says.

“I know.” And then there’s a sharp, horrible laugh that erupts from him. “You know what’s worse? You’re the only one who ever believes me. Dean doesn’t trust me enough right now to take my word for it, and, uh… Whatever keeps me here hides the memories from Cas, so he’s with Dean on me losing my mind.”

“Sam,” Lucifer interrupts. Sam words jump out of him, like he can’t stop himself.

“Sorry.” Lucifer wants to touch him. He’s so close, so temptingly within reach, and Lucifer could comfort him, he’s sure. If Sam would only let him, Lucifer could fix whatever’s wrong. He has no sense for how powerful an archangel is. He’s never known how much Lucifer will bend reality to please Sam. “You’re not going to like any of what I’m about to say,” Sam warns, “but you can’t change it and neither can I. If there was, I would have found it by now.” Lucifer is about to speak, but Sam, again, interrupts. “I do have to say that now, yeah. Trust me. I know you better than you know yourself.”

Lucifer does not stop the skeptical expression crossing his face, no matter how sure of himself Sam sounds.

“In the Cage, you used to relive Michael beating you down into Hell.” The words are shaped to hurt, but the way Sam says them isn’t. It’s become rote, fact alone as though he’s said this same thing to cut through Lucifer before.

“How do you know that?” Too loud. Sam flinches from him. Lucifer softens his voice immediately, steps away from Sam to encourage him to meet his gaze again rather than look at Lucifer’s hands.

“Because you told me.” Sam’s mouth twitches with a long-dead moment of humor. “Because we used to do this with a movie Nick had seen, but you kept getting caught on there being a way to escape.” Sam does, gingerly, meet his eyes again. “That’s what I’ve been doing. Reliving the last- the last decade”—Sam’s voice shakes over that word, and Lucifer knows instantly that he’s lying about something—“of my life, over and over again. Starting here. You always wake me up.”