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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 months

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Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Truth serum plus hidden feelings and a major amount of lust for your best friend is bound to end well

Warnings: truth serum, reader is hornee, implied smut, size kink, Sam is taller than the reader, explicit thoughts, mutual pining, mentions of a hunt

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

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Falling in love with Sam had been easy- not only was he stupidly handsome with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and a killer body, but he was kind and he was smart. He loved with his whole soul and would do anything for anyone, even after all the shit he had been through.

What hadn’t been easy, however, was just how horny you got every time you even thought of the giant hunter let alone be around him. If he was tracing lines in a book to keep his place, you thought about what his fingers would feel like inside of you. If he was working out, you wondered if he would make those same noises in bed. And worst of all was when he was talking animatedly about something, his entire body came alive with passion and excitement. His eyes sparkled and his smile was always huge. And yet all you could think about was having his face between your thick thighs, talking into your cunt as he feasted.

Needless to say, you had absolutely destroyed your scant collection of toys and taken more cold showers than warm. Eventually, you had to reach your breaking point.

It had been a witch hunt in Arkansas that went slightly wrong. People all around town were suddenly compelled to tell everyone around them their darkest secrets, ruining their lives in the process. It was a pretty simple cut and dry witch who had some vendetta against liars so she was forcing everyone to tell the truth. You and Jody picked up the hunt as some kind of demented girl’s trip and it mostly went off without a hitch. At least until the witch got you with a truth spell right before the sheriff dropped her.

You had arrived back home with your mouth practically sewn shut in an attempt to keep yourself from telling the boys your innermost thoughts until the spell wore off (which Jody assured you that it would be a couple days at most). Claire and Alex already had their fun asking you questions that you could no longer lie in response to, leading to them learning why there’s a bottle of deluded bleach and air freshener in the back of the Impala and the ‘no tequila after midnight’ rule.

Dean quickly discovered your ailment after you bluntly told him that his new orange flannel and grown out hair made him look like an oversized carrot, and he was determined to break you. But unfortunately for him, you were a hell of a lot smarter than him and could find ways to easily distract him.

You and Dean sat across from each other at the library table, eyes locked to each other as you both desperately tried not to blink. A game born out of desperation not to reveal your darkest secrets and childish rivalry but with a month’s worth of laundry on the line, the game was a matter of life or death. Your eyes burned as you struggled to keep them open but you refused to back down now, especially when Dean’s face had begun to turn red with the strain, you knew he was close to breaking.

Then, disaster struck. Right as his eyelids began to twitch with the need to blink, Sam walked into the library wearing a tight white shirt and grey sweatpants and obviously not wearing briefs. Immediately your mouth went dry as your concentration was broken. You didn’t even hear Dean cheer that he won, you just kept looking at his brother who was now browsing the many shelves for something to read.

Dean rubbed at his eyes while glancing at his younger brother before sarcastically remarking. “Looking good Sammy.” Sam responded with a scoff, returning to his search and letting you get a glimpse of his perky backside.

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, spilling out of your dirty mind like an unstoppable river. “Goddamn, how about you bring that perfect ass over here and I’ll tell you how I can make you look even better.” Everyone froze, including you, and then you opened your mouth again. “You’d look hotter with me sitting on your face.”

Silence settled over the bunker, your veins filled with dread. “Oh god please ignore that I said that- well actually, I don’t want you to ignore it. I really do want to sit on your face but right now I really want to throw myself off a cliff. So I think I’m gonna go do that. Have a nice life boys.” You went to slip from your chair but suddenly your wide hips were pinned to the edge of the table but two huge hands.

Sam loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust as he smirked down at you. “Now why would you go and do that when we could test your little theory.” Your breath caught in your throat. He dipped down, bringing his face to yours until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

“I-“ You stammered. Wetness pooled between your thighs as he stepped even closer, pressing his hardening cock to your soft body.

“Oh what is it baby? Can’t speak anymore? Don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop making sounds when my mouth is on your cunt.” He growled into your ear.

Neither you nor Sam noticed when Dean sprung to his feet and ran off into the depths of the bunker to escape the very obvious tension on the brink of exploding between you. Your fingers tentatively curled into his shirt, making his smile grow. “That’s a good girl, now how about you go to my room and get undressed. I wanna see if you get even more beautiful when you’re on top of me.”

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Sam had always found you incredibly intoxicating but even more so now. You were dead asleep on his chest, your breaths even as you slumbered on. Sam took pride in your exhaustion considering he was the cause. He gently stroked the soft skin of your hip, tracing over the texture of your stretch marks delicately as to not wake you.

You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling closer to his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and with a great amount of care, slipped from your hold. You stirred only for a moment before settling once more. He dressed quietly and slipped out of his room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen drawing him in like a siren. “Morning.” He muttered as he wandered in, shooting his brother a glance. Dean nodded at him from his place at the small table, drinking his coffee silently.

As Sam poured two mugs of the bitter drink, he spoke again. “She was right, you know.” Dean hummed and looked up at him curiously. “I do look better when she sits on my face.”

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holylulusworld · 3 months

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Summary: You and the Winchesters got captured by a demon. Again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: hostage situation, crack, making fun of a demon, a lil angst, cocky reader

A/N: It's Dean's birthday week so we will get three stories with him this week.

You roll your eyes. “Dude, it’s Sam, okay.” Dean chuckles while you angrily glare at the demon wearing Jody’s face. “Can we come to the part where you make Dean choose?” You roll your eyes as the demon looks a little confused. “Dude, I don’t have all day.”

“What?” The demon capturing you, Jody, and the Winchesters splutters. “What do you mean? You are my hostages, and I’m the one making the rules here.”

Snorting you glance at the demon. “It’s Sam, dude. That’s what this is all about. Right? You want to find out whom Dean will save if you force him to choose. It’s his brother. Of course, it is. Now let’s skip the shit and get to the point where we exorcise your stupid ass out of our friend’s body.”

“How do you wanna know?” The demon spats. “You’re only an unimportant side character in this game!”

“How long are you around, dude? The Winchesters will always choose each other,” you grin. “Oh, I get it now. You’re new to this whole demon business. Aw, we have a virgin here, guys.”

Dean laughs, while his brother is still out cold. Poor Sam had to take one for the team this time. Jody, or rather the demonic bitch inside your friend’s body knocked the tall hunter out before you could react.

“I’m not!” The demon angrily glares at you. “I’m not a new demon. I roam this world for hundreds of years.”

“You are!” You bite back. “A high-ranked or experienced demon would never use the body of a hunter.” The demon struggles to keep a straight face. The black-eyed bastard stares back at you, using Jody’s face to weaken your resolve. “And dude. The gates to hell were locked for centuries thanks to Samuel Colt.”

“I—” the demon grunts and stomps Jody’s foot to the ground. “Stop making fun of me, you little ant. I will squish you with my boot.”

“You mean Jody’s boot,” you cock your head to subtly glance at Dean. While you tried to distract the demon, he cut the ropes holding his hands open. “How about I exorcise you now, and you can have a rest in hell. I bet Crowley will welcome you back with open arms.”

“Crowley?” The demon hiccups now. “No! I cannot fail the king of hell. He will punish me if I fail him.”

“Nonsense, sweet cheeks,” you grin. “Crowley is a cuddly cat. We are best buddies and all. If you let us go now, I’ll talk to him. He will not punish you if you do not touch one hair on our heads.”

“He will because he knocked Sammy out and used Jody’s body,” Dean grunts. “You should know Jody once was Crowley’s love interest.”

“What?” The demon blanches. “I-I didn’t know!” Stepping away from you and the Winchesters the demon whines low. “I didn’t harm her. Not at all.”

“Well, if you stay inside Jody’s body for a little longer, you will see what happens,” you purse your lips. “Come on, dare to hurt us too. Crowley will rip you apart.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong! They wanted me to capture you. It’s their fault, not mine,” black smoke forces its way out of Jody’s throat. The demon flees, and your friend drops to the ground. Unconscious, but alive.

“Damn, we ruined their first kidnapping,” Dean snickers. “Imagine, they go home to Crowley and cry their eyes out because you mocked them. That was not nice of you, sweetheart.”

“Nah, they’ll live,” you smirk as Dean cuts the ropes around wrists open. “One day, they are all grown and will try again.”

“We should get Sammy out of here,” Dean points at his brother. “He slept long enough. It was his job to exorcise the newbie.”

“Go easy on him,” you check on Jody while Dean looks his brother all over. “He got knocked out.”

“You know that this isn’t true, right? I’d always try to save you, Y/N,” Dean looks at you for a brief moment, searching your face. “Right?”

“Sure,” you fake a smile and try to sound convincing. Deep down inside you know, if Dean was ever forced to choose between you and Sam, he’d choose his brother over you without thinking twice…

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pink-sparkly-witch · 9 months

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Three

Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: verbal abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: alcoholism, tw: death of a parent (all only mentioned).

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read. I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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If someone had told Y/N six weeks ago that she’d be considering a move back to Kansas, she’d have laughed loudly in their face. Still, she’d checked out the vacancy at Lawrence Memorial, and she had to admit that fewer hours and much less stress for the same salary was highly appealing.

In Chicago, Y/N worked a sixty-hour week. The other twelve were expected, but the overtime was nice. If she went to Lawrence, she’d be working a standard forty-eight-hour week with the option of overtime. Even considering those optional hours, she’d still be working a maximum of sixty hours a week in a hospital in a much smaller city. That, and being close to her family and friends, convinced Y/N to apply for the job. Now here she was, a week later, at the car rental desk in Kansas City airport, ready to drive the hour journey to her hometown for an interview.

Y/N felt a little guilty that no one knew she was coming, but she had to return to Chicago tonight for a shift. She wanted nothing more than to see Uncle Bobby and Jody. There were so many thoughts, feelings, and doubts running through her mind, and she knew they’d be quick to calm her down and call her out on all the bullshit.

She still wasn’t entirely convinced this was a good idea, and the somersaults ravaging her insides seemed to be backing that up. She scoffed at how pathetically childish she was acting, suddenly realising that although she’d made a good life in Chicago, she hadn’t made a home. Dean was, and always would be, home. And Dean was in Lawrence.

Y/N wasn’t naïve enough to think Dean was sitting around waiting for her to come home. They’d promised each other they’d move on. And she tried. She tried so hard to keep just one of her promises to him. The problem was, she couldn’t give him up. She didn’t want to. She’d only ever loved and wanted Dean freaking Winchester.

She took the Lawrence exit and headed downtown. She smiled at the familiar streets, shops, boutiques, bars, and restaurants. Her nerves began to settle as happy memories flooded her. Being home spread warmth through her, and everything made perfect sense.

Stopping at a red light on West 6th Street at its junction with Maine Street, she smiled widely at the diner where she and Dean had their first date. It was just as thriving as it’d been fifteen years ago. Y/N’s smile became softer when she saw Uncle Bobby’s engine pull up across the junction, heading south and back to the station. He was sitting shotgun with the same grumpy scowl she remembered from childhood, and the guilt of not telling him she was here weighed heavy on her chest.

When the lights changed and the engine moved forward, her heart stopped when her eyes landed on Dean. He was laughing at something Benny told him, and she was thankful they were too distracted to notice her. What stunned her most was that he was even more handsome now than when they were teenagers.

Y/N smiled; her mind made up that she was coming home if she was lucky enough to get this job. She had to try. She owed them both that.

Charge Nurse Rowena Macleod led the interview and couldn’t have been nicer. Meg Masters was the HR representative overseeing the process and had a kind face. However, Y/N could sense that she had a mischievous streak hidden in there.

Both women were cheery and friendly, leaving her with no doubts that they genuinely cared about their staff. Rowena’s passion for nursing also shone through, and Y/N hoped she’d get to work with her.

“Okay, dearie,” the petite redhead smiled. “Last few questions. I hope you don’t mind. These are a wee bit more personal,” Rowena smiled kindly, and Y/N exhaled as quietly as she could, trying to ease the nerves.

“You’re a highly qualified nurse only a year away from being a doctor. Why didn’t you continue to medical school?” Rowena’s face was kind, and her tone held no judgement.

“I thought about it and was going to, but I did my final nursing placement in an ER. One night, I stayed on after my shift ended to clock come clinical hours towards my final exams, and we had a major incident. The bleachers at the University of Illinois football field collapsed, and over a hundred students were injured. The doctors were slammed, and the hospital closed to new patients.

“It wasn’t long until the families started to show up outside the hospital, and they weren’t allowed in as we were over capacity and had patients lining the halls, waiting for the next doctor to be free. That night, it became my role to update the patient’s families. I realised I thrived in helping people in a way that was much deeper than diagnosing and treating.

“Treatment of patients will always be the most important thing we do as nurses, but talking and listening to them and providing comfort to them and their families is just as important, and doctors can lose sight of that,” Y/N relaxed, knowing she’d said all she needed to and her passion had shone through.

“Our doctors were amazing that night. They didn’t lose a single patient, but as soon as they moved on to the next one, they’d forgotten everything about the person in the room next door. The nurses knew their names, their medical histories, the medication they’d been given, and who’d been treating them. It was then that I knew I didn’t want to go further. I was already where I was meant to be.”

Rowena glanced towards Meg, the brief slip of a smile showing she was impressed. Had Y/N not been watching the redhead, she’d have missed it.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Rowena smiled kindly. “Lastly, why are you looking to move from one of the best hospitals in the Midwest to a small city in Kansas?” Again, Rowena’s tone held no judgement.

“I was born here. In this hospital, actually,” Y/N smiled. “My mother died in a house fire when I was little, and in his grief, my father became an alcoholic and took his grief and anger out on me. My name at the time was Y/N Y/L/N. When I turned eighteen, I legally changed my last name to Singer, which was my mother’s maiden name.

“I recently learned that my father doesn’t have much time left, and it’s made me reevaluate my life and the direction I want it to go. I still have family and friends here, and I’ve stayed away from them for too long. So, although I initially thought about only being here until my father passes, I’ve decided it’s time for me to come home.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, and thank you for your honesty,” Meg said kindly.

Y/N could only nod in response, all words failing her at that moment. Too many people in this town knew her, and even more knew her father. Eventually, it would’ve come up, and she didn’t want to lie to a potential new employer.

“We’ll have a decision for you in a few days,” Meg continued. “It was lovely meeting with you.”

“Thank you for seeing me,” Y/N smiled warmly.

“Oh no,” Meg chuckled. “Thank you for seeing us! I know you have to travel straight back to Chicago for a shift,” she finished and stood to shake her hand.

“My goodness, dear! You don’t even have time to visit your family?” Rowena asked sadly.

“No, and that’s why they don’t even know I’m here!” Y/N chuckled. “Well, that, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up about a permanent homecoming too soon!”

“I can understand that, Y/N,” Rowena squeezed her forearm. “Have a safe trip home, and we’ll speak to you in a few days.”

“Thank you. It was great to meet you both,” Y/N smiled and offered the women one last handshake before returning to the rental car. It had gone better than she’d thought, and she knew it would be a long few days of waiting.

The next few days were absolute hell. When Y/N reported for her shift on her return to Chicago, it was one major incident after another. A drunk driver thought it was a good idea to get behind the wheel and drive down the wrong side of the freeway. After that, a derelict and condemned building collapsed, the floor unable to withstand the weight of the hundreds of people attending an illegal rave. Next came victims of a fire in one of the student accommodation buildings. And to top the night off, just as her shift was about to end, the charge nurse begged her to cover the day shift as a few staff had called off with stomach flu.

When she finally got home from the thirty-hour shift, she showered, ate the leftover pizza Pamela had left for her and went straight to bed. She wanted to sleep for a week solid, but in eighteen short hours, she needed to be back at the hospital for another damn shift. At least she was finally going back onto day shift rotation. Small mercies and all that.

Y/N climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to her chin, and curled up in a ball to get comfortable. She groaned as her joints popped and cracked and her muscles finally relaxed. With a long, loud huff of air, the remaining tension left her body, and she drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.

A shrill noise roused her to consciousness, and she blinked at the clock. Y/N groaned in annoyance, realising she’d only been asleep for six hours and grabbed her phone, ready to give someone a piece of her damn mind.

She frowned as she recognised it was a Lawrence area code calling. Taking a breath, she tried to bury the thought that whoever was on the other end of that phone was calling to tell her that her father was dead.

“Hello?” Y/N answered, sounding much stronger than she felt.

“Good morning, Ms Singer. It’s Meg Masters from Lawrence Memorial Hospital. How are you?”

“Morning Meg, I’m good, thank you. How are you?”

“I’m doing great! I’m calling to tell you that Rowena feels like you would be a fantastic addition to the current ER nursing staff, and we would be honoured to have you working here. So, what do you say?” Meg said excitedly. Y/N couldn’t see it, but she could hear the grin in Meg’s voice.

“Oh wow!” Y/N chuckled. “Thank you! Yes, I’d love to join the team. I can’t wait to get started!”

“Great! We look forward to having a nurse with your passion and knowledge on our staff. I know you’ll need some time to move and settle, so I’m proposing your start date be four weeks on Monday; that’s the second.”

“That will be more than enough time. Thank you, Meg,” Y/N smiled.

“No problem, Y/N. Rowena would like to speak with you sometime this week to review some of the finer details and any contract negotiations you have.”

“Of course,” Y/N smiled and gave Meg her shift pattern for the week before ending the call. This is it! Home, sweet home! Y/N smiled as she scrolled through her contacts, finding the person she needed to speak to.

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dougtheintern · 10 months

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DNDADS STIMS/HABITS/IDK

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darryl - scratches his scalp— he has like KILLER scabs on his head bcuz of this— but theyre so fun to pick at. he keeps his nails slightly longer than most so it’s easier to pick. it drives carol crazy. very subconscious but also does it consciously when his head itches.

after faerun he develops a habit of twisting his ring around his finger when he’s nervous or worried— usually when thinking about the future or his family.

this is only when he’s alone, but he shakes his hands around really fast to get his energy out.

ron - shuffles his business cards around— in a really cool way. like those people who can shuffle playing cards really well. he does this when he doesn’t have anything else to do and is understimulated

tugs on his mustache either very gently— subconsciously and just out of habit— or very harshly— when he needs to ground himself

rocks on his feet, or when sitting. usually to create a steady pace for his thoughts to follow.

shakes his head very violently— like a dog— when he needs to get energy out

henry - always has tree sap (?) or natural gum on hand to chew— it makes it so he doesn’t hear overstimulating noises and only hears the movement of his jaw and the gum.

has a ton of bracelets— loosens them, tightens them, spins them around, stretches them out, everything. usually when he feels sick/anxious. you know when he’s feeling under the weather when he spins around his bracelets.

bounces around when he’s very excited and hyper— to get out his energy

glenn - this man mimes playing the guitar ALL THE TIME. i just know it. usually its when he’s getting a bit excited and need to get his nerves/excitement out so he just goes ‘BAWOWOWOOOOWW’ with his air guitar

usually has 2 guitar picks with him— one for chewing on, flipping, etc— and one for actually playing. chews on the pick when he’s nervous and understimulated. flips it when he needs to distract himself from smthin

jodie - spins his keys around his fingers when he needs something to look at and is understimulated

after morgan left him, he was constantly tired, so he claps his hands often to stay awake— it’s cheaper than coffee. plus, caffeine doesn’t work on him.

rubs his temples to soothe himself when overstimulated— especially from bright lights. (the flames of hell suck! too bright 0/10)

grant - takes after his dad when he’s older, and picks at his scalp. but, marko always gently corrects it, and gives him some picking toy instead. only subconsciously, he doesn’t do it on purpose.

when younger, he used to jump around and flail his hands when overstimulated and full of energy— after becoming a ‘man’ he stopped.

matches his breathing to the nearest person’s breathing— even if he doesn’t know them. it grounds him and keeps him stable— especially when he’s older and has to be present for his husband and kid.

terry jr. - since Samantha is a therapist, he actually has many fidget toys that he knows work for him. probably the luckiest kid in that retrospect.

specifically; he enjoys fidget cubes, slime (only fluffy and non-sticky.), and watching a newton’s cradle.

he also very freely rocks and flails his hands— if anyone insults him for it, he knows that his mother would be proud of him for letting him express himself— despite what people say.

as an adult, he twists his hair a bit, but usually catches it and uses a fidget cube instead.

lark - very violent to himself with his stims.

hits himself in the head when overstimulated and upset— especially when on the verge of crying. usually does this when no one is around to worry about him.

picks at stuff with the structure/texture of saran wrap? like soft plastic? chews on it and pulls it apart— he likes being aggressive and just clawing into it. it soothes him.

sparrow - when she wears dresses, she twirls a lot to watch the dress flow. it calms her down and makes her giggle a bit.

when overstimulated, she paces really fast. wears footprints into carpet because of how long she does it.

kinetic sand is her favorite thing to play with— but it’s embarrassing for her to do it around other people. she feels like she has to be mature— not playing with stuff for kids.

nick/narc/nicky - chews on literally everything— nick chewed on a stainless steel necklace, narc chewed on an actual chewy necklace, and now nicky just chews on his hand, his arm, his nails, whatever he can.

taps things 3 times— one for nick. one for narcolas. one for him. it grounds him and reminds him of who he is— technically 3 people— just compiled into one person. he does this when nervous— or questioning his identity.

linc - if he has a soccer ball with him, he WILL do sick tricks with it— balancing it on his foot, shoulders, head, or whatever is cool to do with soccer balls?? idk im a theater kid i dont do sports

twists his hair— his hair is voluminous so you dont really see it, but he has some spots where his hair is thinner because of him twisting and pulling it. usually when hes nervous and not feeling well.

kicks at rocks and dirt when overstimulated— to get energy and anger out. sometimes stomps— but immediately gets embarrassed.

scary - twists her lip piercings with her tongue when she’s bored and understimulated— or her nose piercing with her hands. it kind of irritates her nose piercing, so she has to not do it for like a week if she does twist it around.

picks at the fishnet stuff she wears— claims that the holes that are caused by it are SICK AS HELL, THANK YOU. usually she does this when she’s mad— so when you see her picking at her fishnet stuff, BACK OFF (terry. )

never uses any of the fidget toys terry gives her out of pure spite— but did enjoy the slime he got her. she pretended she threw it away but actually kept it— currently in her backpack for when she’s upset and needs something to beat the shit out of (she likes punching it.)

normal - clicks his tongue to the beat of the songs that the marching band usually plays— also does little finger drumming to go along with it. this is subconscious and not necessarily for anything— it just calms him

cracks his knuckles, pops his shoulders, rolls his ankles and wrists until they pop, and cracks his neck. all because he likes the sound it makes and the way it feels afterwards. usually this is saved for when hes understimulated and needs something to listen to/focus on

hums when he’s overstimulated— usually some random song thats on the radio.

taylor - when he doesn’t need his cane (usually on a good day) he’ll swing it around and twirl it and shit. for funsies. also because he just. he likes swinging stuff like swords!!! can you blame him!!

chews on necklaces like his dad, cassandra gets VERY emotional when he does that but pretends she doesn’t. me when people stim the same way that theyve seen their friends/parents do: 😭😭

he also yanks on his own horns alot to ground himself when he’s overstimulated and upset. his horns are often red bcuz of that .

bites his lip and eats the dead skin off of it. gross little man . (i say, actively doing the same thing.) hates the feeling of lipgloss and chapstick so i suppose he’ll just have gross disgusting chapped flaking lips forever… 💔

hermie - he likes messing with his hair— usually has a couple of hairties on his wrist just so he can tie it up and out of the way. the gayass shaggy hair is cute until you’re overstimulated by how the bangs are touching your face.

bro itches his burn scars way too much. i have a burn scar on my ankle and i itch it so much so i think if that’s on half of his body its. its gotta itch a bunch. he probably does it absent mindedly and doesn’t notice ever until someone points it out.

clacks his teeth together when overstimulated and angry. he likes tha sounds. clickclack bitch

scam likely/well actually - stretches like a cat constantly. hermie when his dad gets on all fours and does a ‘big stretch’: ☹️ . also he purrs :3 meowmeowmeow

literally pops his limbs out of his sockets idk what to tell u. he just. CLICK. hahahah hahahah spinspinspinspin like propeller. its horrifying. its terrible.

randomly turns himself into animals. just for funsies. especially when hes overstimulated. oh ur overstimulated? just turn into NAKED MOLE RAT ( look it up theyre mostly deaf)

hero - oh she has glasses chains FOR SURE and she fumbles with them constantly. like always fiddlin. always diddlin. ok maybe not like that but like. yea.

has a ring with like.. a spinny thing. like its silver with a little planet charm that can be spun. she adores it. will not let anyone touch it. only took it off for. yknow. killin deer with her bare hands.

+ i reached 30 fucking tags with this stupid post. hate this

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 (𝔭𝔱.2)

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After finding more information about the case, Sam and Dean ask Jody if there was a possibility you could be involved with this case. And when they discover you aren’t, they realize they need to keep an eye on you before you could fall to the mark’s urges.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: loosely based on season 10, mentions blood, murder, nothing too graphic this time around (NOT ACCURATE TO THE SHOW SINCE THERE ARE PLANS FOR ALTERNATE OUTCOMES)

Dean’s arm was killing him. It was like an endless fire, relentless burning, but Dean was starting to cope a little better. At least he was able to hide it from Sam successfully so far. He said he needed the work to keep from being restless, which was mostly true, but deep down a part of it was to distract him from the mar, from you, from everything that’s happened. The vacation practically did nothing to help him as much as he wanted Sam to believe it did.

In a way, Dean was gradually beginning to feel like himself again, sure, but it was like the mark knew what was missing whether Dean wanted it or not. The fact was that even if you and Dean split, you two had a connection. And if the both of you were going to be stuck with that mark from your father, you’d have that connection until the end of time.

Sam and Dean were making their rounds through town trying to make any sort of connection to the killings at the farm, see if they had any sort of enemies with any other competing farms or if any other members of the nest made enemies outside of farming life. At the moment, Sam and Dean found themselves in a factory where one of the members named Mikey worked. They were speaking with their supervisor, Eric Raeford.

“So in the last couple of weeks that Mikey was working here, did he seem off at all? Did he act paranoid or something, any suspicions of anyone stalking him or anything like that?” Sam said while Dean took notes on a little notepad.

“No, not really. None of his coworkers seem to think so either. He seemed like just a normal guy. Gosh, I still can’t believe he was murderer like that. Do you think that family was involved in some sort of gang activity? Is it something I should be concerned about with my company?” Eric asked and Dean shook his head.

“No, I don’t think there should be any concern of your well being or that of any of these other coworkers. We’re just looking into any sort of potential connections.” Dean explained.

“Oh… I see. Well as far as I know, Mikey pretty much kept his nose clean of any problems, at least around here anyways. He always showed up to work on time, did his job the best that he could, never did anything that would cause any conflict. But he didn’t really seem to be the type of guy that would rant to any coworkers if he were going through something like this.” Eric continued.

“What about any of his family members? Have you met any of them or have there been any situations that threw up any sort of red flags?” Sam continued and Eric shook his head.

“No, not that I can think of. I didn’t know his family that well. His old man and mom that adopted him were good people, farmers. The wife made the best damn baked goods.” Eric groaned at the last part.

“Have there been any new comers in town that you’ve met recently? Anyone that claimed they were just passing through?” Dean questioned and Eric tried to search his brain for anything that seemed to stand out to him.

“You know…. I was at the bar about a week ago. There was this girl that said she was from Cincinnati taking some sort of nomadic lifestyle for a while. She seemed really nice, but she did seem to have some sort of mysterious vibe about there. And she had this funny looking mark, looked kinda tribal or something.” He said and that was when Dean looked up, brows narrowing as something troubling brewed inside him.

“Tribal mark?” Dean asked and then he started to draw the Mark of Cain before he turned the pad of paper over for Eric to take a look, “Would that be what it looked like?”

“Holy cow- yeah that’s the one! How did you know?” Eric asked, sounding amazed, while Dean had this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Just a hunch…” Dean said as he closed the notepad, tucking it in one of the hidden pockets of his suit jacket.

Sam put a hand in his pocket and pulled out this card holder before he handed one over to Eric, “If you can think of anything else you can tell us, please don’t hesitate to call us.”

“You bet. If you fellas need anything else feel free to stop by again.” Eric said, just wanting to be cooperative.

“Thanks…” And with that, the Winchesters left the factory and Dean opened the door.

When he got inside the vehicle he all but slammed the door shut behind him, “Son of a bitch…”

Sam heard the way his brother grumbled with aggravation with a hint of something else, disappointment maybe? Worry? Sam couldn't pinpoint what it was.

“Dean, you don’t think Y/N could have anything to do with this… do you?” Sam dared to ask and watched his brother grip the wheel tightly for a moment before he turned the engine on.

“Dean?”

“I don’t know, Sam. I really hope not.” Dean said before he pulled out and onto the highway, then Sam continued on.

“What if it is her? What are we going to have to do? If we kill her she’ll just turn into a demon again, sort of like when you died and came back. What the hell happened between you two that made her leave?” Sam questioned, practically interrogating his brother at this point.

“Why do you make it sound like something bad happened? After we both became human it was a mutual decision that she go her own way. I didn’t want her to go, Hell I wish she stayed so you and even Cass can monitor us so neither of us go dark side.” Dean replied.

“Dark side? That’s what you’re calling it?”

“You got a better name for it?”

Sam’s brows narrowed as he rolled his eyes before he looked out of the passenger window, “Are you ever going to talk about what happened? You both seemed to hit it off okay at least near the end.”

“It didn’t work out, alright? Can you drop it please?” Dean snapped, getting agitated with Sam lingering on the way you and him ended things.

After all, in the end things really were mutual. Dean still felt like shit for the things he said to you. And he wished that those three months with you were better than they were, then again demons weren’t exactly known for their redeeming qualities. You may have said there was nothing solid for the two of you to really learn anything abut each other, but Dean was bitter knowing that you seemed like you didn’t even want to give it a chance. Then he remembered one of the last things you said to him, something about you holding up your end when it came to helping him.

“She said she had to go find a way to help me with this blasted mark, whatever the Hell that means.” Dean grumbled.

Sam listened and he thought about the book you told him abut. We’re you looking for it while you were out who knows where doing who knows what? Then he thought about Jody, recalling her opinion about finding you again. If the mark started to effect Dean again, he didn’t deserve to go through it with people who didn’t even know what it was like. Only you’d know what he was going through, so maybe Dean wouldn’t feel so alone.

“Well… if she didn’t have anything to do with the massacre… I think we should consider looking for her.” Sam finally spoke up.

Dean was quiet and focused on the road.

“Think about it, Dean. If she was trying to help you out, what better recourses our out there than what we’ve got in the bunker? If we can track her down and figure out where she’s headed maybe we can convince her to stay.” Sam continued as if convincing Dean as best as he could.

“And what would our excuse be, huh? If she didn’t have anything to do with this case then how are we supposed to convince her to come with us?”

“Come on, man… Stop acting like an idiot. Just because things may have fallen through for you two doesn’t mean she can’t be an ally. If anything, I know you need her around even though you’re claiming not to want to think about her that much. With the way the mark affected you before when you didn’t kill, you may need Y/N for your physical health one of these days.”

The more Sam seemed to talk about you, the more Dean’s arm began to throb under the sleeve of his suit jacket.

“Can we just focus on this case first with Jody before we go searching for her again? We can’t just leave her hanging if this is really our thing after all. If it turns out not to be our thing then we’ll figure it out from there.”

Sam noticed the way Dean seemed to speak through gritted teeth, which caused him to arch a brow upward.

“Are you alright?”

“Never better.” Dean replied just as he pulled up to the police station so they could talk to the sheriff.

When the two federal impersonators made it into the building, one of the officers took them to Jody’s office where she was sitting at her desk in front of her computer. She seemed to be going through some files before she looked up when the door opened, Sam and Dean saw a smile light up her face when she saw the two boys.

“Hey, you two. Any luck so far?” She inquired.

“Well… yes and no.” Sam began.

“We got in touch with Mikey’s boss, Eric Raeford. He said that he was at the bar one night and he met someone that was just passing though. Are you sure you can’t recall anybody coming into town?” Dean asked.

“Dean, kiddo, I’m a busy woman. I seldom get to people inspect if they’re new. That’s why I told you I couldn’t recall a newcomers yesterday when the two of you dropped by.” She reminded.

“Well.. could you maybe do us a favor then and see if this girl has dropped by here via train or something? Just any way to see if she’s been around or not.” Dean said, pulling out his phone to find a picture of you. When he did, he handed the device to Jody who took the phone and gazed at the photo, raising a brow.

“Her name would be…?”

“Y/N… Y/N L/N.”

“You mean-“ Jody looked over at Sam who had a hand behind his neck and an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Yeah let me see what I can do. She doesn’t look familiar right off hand. You don’t think she did it do you?” She asked and started typing your name in her computer.

“We’re just trying to find where she is. Maybe she could even help us on a case like this, maybe find out what kind of enemies your vamps had in this case or maybe she can help find the killer. Have you heard anything about witnesses?” Dean questioned.

“Well, the only witness I’ve got was actually a member of the rival farm. His name’s James, said he saw a figure wearing all black. Seemed to be more on the feminine side.” Jody said as she continued typing and she found you.

“Y/N L/N…. Tattoo artist based in Cincinnati. Based on her drivers license, she’s too tall to be our perp. Let me see if there’s any record of her leaving or coming here on some form of transportation. See if her alibi checks out.”

“You can do that?” Sam asked, unaware that Jody had footage of some kind of transportation in the first place.

“Well I had asked for it shortly after I called you boys. Wasn’t sure if a hunter would try the rail roads but figured I’d give it some sort of shot.”

Sam looked up at Dean and he tried to think of how he wanted to formulate his next thought on his mind, “What if we called Cass? Maybe he can help track her down. Or… I hate to say it but I think it would be a lot quicker if-“

“Crowley is off the table. We don’t have a use for him. He’s got the blade, probably trying to keep tabs on Cass, no. It’s just a bad idea.” Dean interjected, immediately shutting down the idea.

“Well whatever you two decide to do and whoever you decide to reach out to, the record I’m finding says she was on her way to Minnesota. If you two rush out of here then she may still be there.” Jody looked up at both the hunters.

“What do you two intend to do if her alibi checks out?” The sheriff asks and Sam shrugged a little.

“I figure maybe she could help us out with your case.” He said and Jody looked back at her computer screen.

“Frankly boys, I’m not so sure if this is a hunter or not. I don’t think it’s a monster though. I’m beginning to think I may have to call the actual feds for this one. Maybe they have this person’s files in AFIS or some of their other departments.” Jody said as she pulled up what she could about the train station.

“From what I can tell, Y/N’s alibi does check out, she arrived after the time of the killings.” She continued.

Dean heard the words and he couldn’t help but feel relieved when Jody said you weren’t here for the murder. He hated that even the slightest bit of doubt about you crept in, but in his mind the concerned seemed at least reasonable.

“Well that at least settles the matter of whether or not she was involved, but now it’s a matter of where she could be heading to next. Which I highly doubt she told anybody where she’s going. Dean, I really think we need to call someone.” Sam looked over at Dean.

“Actually… before we do anything rash, I think we need to talk to Eric again, or at least go to the bar. See if the bartender had any reactions with Y/N. Maybe she may have tossed around some ideas of where she’d go next, where in Minnesota if we’re lucky.” Dean replied then he looked over at Jody.

“And if you need anything, call us as soon as you need us. Whether you call the actual feds for your case or not, we’ll come right back here if anything goes wrong.” He said and Jody grinned.

“There’s a reason I’ve got you two on speed dial. By the way, the bar most frequented around here is Blackbird Ale. Ask for Chris.” She insisted, Dean grinned a little.

“Let’s head out Sammy, see what we and find. See you around Jody.”

With that, the two boys made there way out of the office so they could make it to the bar Jodi said to try first. It was worth a shot to try and find you.

Crowley was sitting upon his throne in Hell and he had a very old looking paper in his hand, sort of an agenda his underlings created for him when he was on his sabbatical. Yet he had his head in one of his hands, so disinterested in everything.

He recalled the day one of his demons had their little outburst, questioning the way he proceeded to rule since he went gallivanting around with the elder Winchester and yourself.

He couldn’t help but reminisce upon those times. Despite Dean such a pain in his royal behind, it was a fairly good time. You were much moor cooperative, someone that was able to keep Dean in line until you all seemed to have a falling out.

Crowley hated to admit it but he was beginning to miss the little band from hell. He missed how good of a ring it had to it, the King of Hell, with a Winchester turned Demon and the Daughter of Cain and Abbadon herself.

The three of you would have created the perfect Hell, it would be at its peak since Lucifer himself ruled, which it’s been centuries since people actually feared such a place as Hell. There must’ve been a way to bring it back to its former glory.

“Your greatness?” A timid sounding demon asked and Crowley blinked once or twice before he shifted his gaze up from the disinteresting and dull page to who had the audacity to wreck his train of thought.

“What is it now? Did you run out of souls to torment?” Crowley asked bitterly.

“I just.. wanted to inform you about an update.” The scrawny little demon said and Crowley arched a brow.

“Well? Spit it out. I have more important things to do rather than sit here and play these pathetic guessing games?”

“I-It’s about Cain’s offspring. W-we’ve located her and.. Sir, she’s human.” This seemed to peak Crowley’s interest and he set the paper down on the pile of boring papers beside his throne.

“Tell me more.” He said as he leaned forward.

“W-Well, we aren’t sure when she became human but we have reason to believe after your falling out with the older Winchester and once he became human, she may have been taken to the bunker and they may have turned her as well. We don’t know for sure of the situation leading up to that, but we have reason to believe she is somewhere in Minnesota.”

“Is that so.. And tell me, how did you come to find that out?”

“One of the crossroads demons. They said they caught a glimpse of her last night running away from Saint Paul’s Minnesota with blood on her clothes and hands. When the demon investigated where she was running from, it seemed like she had taken a life.”

Crowley lifted a brow slightly, that didn’t sound like you. After so long of hiding, it didn’t sound right that your first instinct would be to kill without at least a plan, you didn’t seem the reckless type. When it came to these things, not with all your centuries of training and your upbringing from Abbadon.

“Human life?” Crowley inquired.

“No, Sir. Seemed to be just another beastly creature a hunter would come after. We have reason to believe it was what they call a werewolf.”

“Tell me, where is she now?”

“We have reason to believe she is traveling on foot so she may still be just outside of Saint Paul’s Minnesota, we aren’t sure where she is heading next. Would you like to have one of us to track her down and have her followed to keep tabs on her?” The demon asked and Crowley shook his head.

“No. The moment she find out any of us demons are onto her, she’d kill any of us. Just because she is no longer a demon herself doesn’t mean not make her any less of a skilled murderer.” Crowley replied as he rubbed his hand over the lower half of his face, contemplating on what his move should be.

“What will you have us do then, Sir?”

Crowley went quiet as he began to formulate some sort of plan.

“If I may, Sir…” Another demon spoke up, one of Crowley’s advisors and Crowley looked over.

“From what I’m understanding according to a report from a demon close to Sioux Falls, the Winchesters are about to look for Y/N…. It seems they want to monitor her… humanity. Her well being. They may try to diminish her.. talents for lack of a better word.” Crowley lifted a brow.

“And we all know dear Sam wants his brother to lose the mark, if Y/N loses it too then all of our chances of restoring Hell back to what it once was, we must reach out to Y/N before the Winchesters do. They’ve speculated her to be the culprit of a mass killing of vampires, which is why they want to keep her under their radar. It’s only a matter of time before they catch up to her and try and convince her to stay on their good terms, maybe even convince her to be rid the mark as well.”

“It’s a little too soon for them to think her guilty of such ability isn’t it? They could be correct though given her history.” Crowley said.

“Sire, if they convince Y/N to remove the mark, if there’s even a way to do so, it will ruin all of our chances of rising up from this slump you’ve been working so hard to bring us from.”

“We could recreate the Knights of Hell… she would be the general of my army. We could reap so many souls as more demons the human’s contracts come to a close. Maybe even beyond.” Crowley agreed before he looked back at the scrawny demon.

“You keep tabs on the Winchesters, continue to keep tabs on their angel friend Castiel. You know how often they come to him when they’ve lost something like irresponsible children.” Crowley ordered.

“And what of Y/N, Your Majesty?”

“Leave her to me. She may need a visit from an old friend. It’s not easy being human after all and she may even want to come back to her roots - just for some clarity if nothing else.” Crowley said as he stood up.

When Crowley lifted up his hands, he snapped and within an instant, he was gone.

You found yourself roaming around the woods, still in Minnesota but you weren’t sure if you were in the same city or town anymore since you were pretty much avoiding all highways to avoid being seen any anyone. You supposed the one thing you could have said you missed about being a demon was the fact that transportation was a lot easier than traveling on foot.

Then you started thinking about the werewolf you killed last night, the feelings you had with it… was this how Dean felt when he went on his hunts?

Dean.

The very thought of him made the mark on your arm ignite all over agiain. The longer you were away from him, it seemed to get so much worse. Yet the first moment you became human and Dean was right there, it was like there was a sense of calm.

But you remembered it was you who made the ultimate decision to leave. And honestly you were starting to regret it, especially because deep down you knew you wanted to stay. But there was no way Dean would let you come back to the bunker right? Maybe not this soon. What if you made a mistake leaving?

Your mind went back to Dean again. You couldn’t believe he kissed you that night! Why was that such a bittersweet moment? And why did you feel so many things when it came down to that moment? Why didn’t you just stay?

Your mark started to burn again and you looked down at it. You knew you needed to help Sam and Dean. You told Sam to look into the Book of the Damned, and you would be on the lookout for it too. You needed to find where it was and soon so Dean wouldn’t have to go through baring this curse.

But what if you couldn’t find the book? What if thee really was no way out for this for Dean? What if there was no way out for him and he’d be miserable forever? And why were you beginning to feel like it was your fault when you weren’t even there when he accepted the mark from Cain in the first place?

“Ugh…” You groaned to yourself, frustrated with your own mind. You didn’t know humans could overthink so much, and you weren’t even sure if this amount of thinking was justified for anything!

Six weeks in and you were already finding out quickly what the human brain was like and how so many emotions could bubble up all at once, making you so unsure about so many things. And a part of you that had so much doubt about who you were and what you were trying to avoid, was even beginning to doubt your own abilities of finding the book that would even help Dean.

You understood that The Book of the Damned was cursed, about as cursed as your heirloom. You also knew it was sort of a legend at this point in time and a part of you wasn’t even sure if such a thing really existed anymore.

The truth was, you weren’t even sure where you should look. Maybe someone from Hell had it in their grasp once more, maybe a witch got a hold of it because there was a lot of dark magic involved with it. No one had seen or heard about it in centuries, maybe even millennia, so who knew where it could be found.

Your jaw tightened with the frustration you were feeling and you ran a hand through your hair.

You had your fun exploring, being a little nomad. You experienced human things during those six weeks, but now you knew that if were ever going to be useful to the Winchesters, you needed to buckle down. For Dean’s sake.

“Maybe I need to find a highway.” You muttered to yourself to no one in particular, specifically since no one was around.

Then, this sudden wave of nausea began to hit you. You asked over to one of the trees and placed a hand on it to try and steady yourself. Your mind started flooding right back to last knight when you had your first kill in weeks. You knew in that moment exactly what was happening to you.

Your mark wanted you to kill again. It was like it wanted, craved it more than life itself. Now that you were human, the feeling was physically beginning to overwhelm you. And this is the first time you were beginning to feel nauseated, but you knew it would only get worse. At least you weren’t at the point of withdrawals as you witnessed Dean go through before he became a demon. Though you knew that experience would be grotesque and hellish when you experienced it.

A part of being human, though, was learning how to resist. You had to fight back. Being around the Winchesters taught you that, so you needed to learn from them. You couldn’t kill anymore, even if the werewolf was a monster.

You were scared that one day it would be a human life you’d take. You didn’t want that on your shoulders, not when you were trying to be a new person, not when you were trying to escape the monster you were in the past.

You pushed yourself off the tree as you gathered your composure again and tried to return to your train of thought, one of many yes but you went to your main one before the nausea hit.

“Main road… Look for a way out of state… Buckle down on research for the-“

“Hello, Chipmunk.”

You could have recognized that accent anywhere and you turned around, glaring at Crowley after he called you that name.

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?” You said and Crowley simply shrugged, “What is it that you want now?”

“Just checking on an old friend.” Crowley said and you weren’t exactly convinced.

“Last time I checked were weren’t exactly on the friendliest terms.” You retorted and Crowley let out a low hum.

“Well, from my understanding, you aren’t exactly on the best of terms with the Winchesters. Heard you were human now and.. well I can definitely sense some sort of shift from you.” He said and you lifted a brow.

“I don’t need a wellness check, Crowley. Becoming a human was my choice and I left the bunker on my own accord.”

“And how’s the mark holding up? Either it’s beginning not to treat you so well or you’re starting to become one of those tree huggers seeing as you were practically clinging on that tree next to you.” He replied and you went silent for a moment.

“Now.. tell me why you became human. What on earth possessed you to do something like that?” He asked as he walked over with interest in his voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I was curious. After all, you and every other demon have been human once. I just wanted to experience it before I end up dying and going back to being a demon once more with this blasted thing.” You said and Crowley lifted a brow.

“So… you’re learning to resent your birthright?”

“More like resent this curse of an heirloom. But I’d rather it be me that bore it rather than anyone else. No one knows where Cain is ever since you and Dean blew his cover.” You said.

“I see.”

“Why are you really here, Crowley. I doubt you really want a status update on my human condition.” You said and put a hand on your hip, displaying your impatience.

“I just want to extend an offer. I know you originally went into hiding from Hell to avoid your mother dragging you back, wanting to escape everything and test. Out your father’s lifestyle. But should the situation arise that you need to return to Hell…Give me a call.” Crowley said and you became skeptical.

“What’s the catch?”

“None as of yet. But you should reconsider becoming the new leader of the Knights of Hell. I know you don’t want to be a killer for as long as you possibly can, but yo cannot deny what is in your blood. You’re talented, strategic, and Hell’s army needs someone like you to keep them in line.” Crowley reminded you and you glared.

“I refuse to take up that mantle. The Knights of Hell are all dead anyway.”

“No, but you could train up an army of your own. Turn even the weakest demons into the strongest soldiers under your training, they’d all be under your command and you’d have a place of power, second only to me.” Crowley said.

“Crowley, I think you’re failing to realize that I don’t crave power. I’m not like you, I don’t need to be in a position of leadership, and I never wanted it.” You stated and Crowley hummed a little.

“Again, it’s simply an offer. A place for you to go if you find yourself in a less than ideal situation. You know who you were meant to be deep down. That position will always be yours should you decide to claim it as you should.” Crowley said.

“The Winchesters wouldn’t be at all surprised if you claimed that role.”

You looked at him and stepped forward, brows narrowing, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. All I’m speculating is that if I were in their shoes and you were so new to being human, which you are, they wouldn’t be surprised if you slipped up one day. And from the looks of it, you’ve already given the mark a taste of what it craves most.” Crowley motioned to the blow on your clothes you couldn’t wash off.

“Let me handle that for you.” He insisted and with the snap of Crowley’s fingers, you looked down and saw your clothes were almost brand new, as if last night had never even occurred.

“They wouldn’t be so cruel as to make those kinds of assumptions.” You said, not wanting to believe Crowley, knowing his kind spoke practically nothing but lies most of the time.

“That’s what humans do, Y/N, Darling. They assume, they overthink, they judge prematurely. The human world is ugly. Why do you think demons prefer their new life after death? They become free from caring of others opinions and their assumptions of them. It’s easier to live without human insecurity.” He reminded you, and you supposed that was one part of your old life you missed.

“That’s my discovery to make, Crowley. And the day I become a demon again because of this mark, I’ll have learned all I needed to about being human. But until then, this is my life and my experiences. Let me learn them on my own terms.” You said and Crowley lifted his arms up in surrender.

“Very well. Just know that if you end up having enough of humans sooner than you think, you’ve got somewhere to go.” Crowley said and he started to walk off.

Then while Crowley was facing away from you, his eyes turned red as if her were getting in contact with his demons in Hell, “Monitor her. Give me frequent reports on both her and the Winchesters.”

Who knew…. Maybe either outcome could lead to his advantage. One must learn both sides in order to play the game properly after all.

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gingerfale · 17 days

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Fuck it, I haven't posted anything in too long, have a snippet of my Destiel camping fic coming out this summer!

Castiel is a little miffed that he's learning the proper way to steer from the front of the canoe on his third day on the water, but he's mollified by the fact that Dean has decided the best way to teach him is by correcting his form manually.

He's not interested, Castiel chants internally as Dean stands beside him and positions his hands on the paddle. The rest of the group is down on the rocky shore, readying the canoes to go so they can catch the morning release at the dam.

"Alright, you're not going to change hands while you paddle in the rapids. Cuts down on the chance of you losing your paddle. If you do, just grab the spare from the bottom of the canoe."

Dean smiles as he gets Castiel to hold the paddle out to his side. Right hand on the top to direct the motion, and left hand on the shaft (don't think about shafts) to do the heavy pulling. Dean continues as he guides Castiel's hands as he paddles the air.

"Alright, so to turn left you're going to want to lean out over the left side, but keep your center of gravity in the canoe, and you're going to turn the flat of the paddle broadside with the canoe and pull in as hard as you can. Like you want to slap the side of the canoe with the flat of the paddle, but don't actually do that."

Castiel mimes the motion. Pull in to his side with the flat of the paddle. Easy enough. Dean nods approvingly, continuing. "To turn right you're going to reach over to the other side. It's going to feel weird."

It doesn't feel right, crossing his left arm across with the paddle. It's not possible to paddle properly this way, and he jerks his sore shoulder as he tries.

"Easy sunshine. You're not trying to propel the canoe forward, the current'll do that for you. You're just going to guide the bow." Dean moves to stand behind Castiel, his arms sliding around him. They're warm, with sun browned skin dotted with freckles. Castiel tightens his grip on the shaft (goddammit) of the paddle to keep him from pulling Dean's arms closer, getting him flush against him, and investigating his skin with a closer eye. Dean doesn't notice this, placing his hands over Castiel's and guiding him gently, fanning the paddle in towards where the front of the canoe will be.

"Think of it as pulling the water towards the bow." Dean says, low into his ear. Castiel copies the motion. "There you go." Dean's breath is warm on his neck and Castiel forgets how to paddle again, his hands floundering. He chances a glance at the other campers getting ready on the other side of camp. Sam is demonstrating for Rowena, Eileen, Donna, and a perpetually distracted Gabriel with his own paddle, while Jody and Bobby chat casually with their backs to them. Rufus reclines in the back of his canoe with his arms crossed and cap pulled low over his eyes.

Only Castiel is getting the hands on treatment. He'd appreciate it more if he knew if this is the best way to learn or if it was reserved only for the most hopeless cases.

He focuses on the motion, trying to make sure he understands enough of the mechanics of what Dean is teaching him that they won't get swamped in the rapids. They move together. Warm skin on warm skin. A mosquito lands on his wrist and he ignores it, too determined to keep Dean's hands on his. Dean notices though, and he makes a soft grunt of disapproval, and slides his thumb down across Castiel's skin to dislodge it. Doesn't swat it flat and smear it, just nudges it away. He rubs the spot it had bitten down, presses the pad of his thumb down just hard enough that when he adjusts the grip back to focus on paddling that the white imprint of his finger ghosts Castiel's skin for a moment before blood rushes back in and it fades away.

Castiel carefully steels his expression before looking up to meet Dean's gaze. Up close he can see where Dean's long lashes have been clumped together by a sleepy hand. There are even smaller freckles on the soft skin under Dean's eyes and hidden in the stubble around his lips, which are a very pleasing color this close up.

"How dangerous is this exactly?" Castiel asks.

Dean's tongue quickly wets those lips and he clears his throat, Adam apple bobbing slightly before answering. "Every couple of years we have somebody dump in the rapids, it's possible to get hurt bad but just remember to point your feet downriver if you fall in, and don't fight the current."

"Don't fight the current?" Castiel asks, eyes still on Dean's mouth.

"Nah, you're gonna end up where the river wants you. Getting swept away is scary, but you have more control than you think," Dean shifted on his feet, "you know, uh, swimming and all that."

Castiel looks up to meet Dean's eyes, unsurprised to find he's being watched. He wonders if Dean minds how close they're standing, with Dean's arms still around him.

"I'm an excellent swimmer." Castiel says in a low but steady voice. Dean huffs out a laugh that may just be a deep breath, finally pulling away. He shakes his hands out like they've gone numb.

"I bet you are, Rainman."

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roonyxx · 8 months

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The Raven: Part 9

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1868

Chapter warnings: language, a heavy dose of angst, anger, tears, a dash of violence.

A/N: We are nearing the end! hope you enjoy, i go hide now.

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“I think I fell in love with your eyes first. At first glance they seem like any other pair, but pay closer attention and you can see all the flecks and colors combining into something so unique. I could look at them forever.” I say as I brush her hair back behind her ear, careful to not mess it up.

“Those big beautiful y/e/c eyes, they pulled me right in. I was so distracted that I didn’t even see the punch coming my way.” I look at her and laugh, a few chuckles can be heard around us but all my focus is on her. “You have a mean right hook, baby.”

“I though you were a shifter! Don’t leave out the important, they will think you’re marrying a crazy woman.” She quickly adds.

“The only crazy here is me about you.” I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her close to kiss her. A few flashes go off and I’m sure it’s Jody taking a picture of us.

“My speech sucks, you know I have always been more of a do-er than a talker but Y/n, you are my everything, my sun, my moon, the love of my life. There is no tomorrow without you. I love you.” I finish my lame speech with another kiss and I can feel the wetness on my face from her tears. I cup her face and gently wipe the tears away.

“That didn’t suck at all baby” she cups my face.

“Forever I will love you, I will love you until we’re nothing but dust between the stars and I will never leave your side. It’s you and me, forever. I don’t want tomorrow without you. I love you too.”

She crushes her lips onto mine and our friends and family erupt into cheers and whistling. We are covered in little white petals when we walk between our friends on our way to the car who will bring us to the bar.

Y/n is smiling so bright and I can’t stop looking at her.

I am so happy.

Until I fall to my knees with an explosion of pain in my chest, and the last thing I see is Y/n crying and screaming my name.

Then nothing.

“You FOOL!” before I can process what I just remembered after what Cas said, R is on him.

Her body changed to her horror corpse, she’s chanting and curling her hands. Sam and I are slammed back by the force she’s using on Cas.

I can feel the rage rippling of her in waves, it is making the bunker shake.

Enormous clouds of black and purple smoke fill the ceiling, she calls them down to wrap around Cas.

I jump into motion, using every ounce of strength to push against that barrier of her power. My first two steps slip away, but my third holds and so does my fourth.

With small pushing steps I come near.

“RAVEN STOP!” I yell over the tumbling smoke, but she’s lost in her rage. She’s leaning over Cas, her nails gripping his jacket and holding him up while she let her smoke work.

I can see her face, her eyes, the sockets are glowing bright orange, like her insides are on fire.

I push through and get near enough to grip her arm. The moment I touch her, her head snaps in my direction. I can feel the heat of that fire deep inside her, but I do not back down.

“Y/n, stop.” I say, keeping my grip tight, preparing for her next blow, preparing for the sting of her nails, preparing for her denial.

But it never comes.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her body transforming back to her regular one. The smoke disintegrates and the bunker stops trembling.

She opens her eyes and looks away from me to the unconscious Cas, with a wave of her hand she heals him, his eyes open and look at her, terrified.

She steps away from him, saying nothing.

“Wait!” I go after her, stopping her, “You’re not leaving, you need to explain, what- what happened.”

She turns to me, slowly and looks up at me, into my eyes.

“You remember.” Is all she says.

“I do.”

“Then I don’t need to explain anything. I need to go.” She turns away again.

I grip her arm and tug her back, “No! I’m not letting you leave. I can’t.”

“What is going on, why did you call her Y/n?” Sam asks.

I don’t turn away from her, I gently reach up and take off her sunglasses. Her eyes are down cast.

“Y/n, please look at me.” I ask softly.

Her eyes look up, they’re filled with water from tears but I can see it. I caught a few glances of them before but now that I have time to look closer I can see how unique they are.

“That’s why you took them out? Why you’re wearing the glasses? To hide them.”

“I knew you would see right away, I had no other choice. I- couldn’t… tomorrow was gone, Dean.” She looks at me and lets her tears flow freely, “Nothing was right, I had nothing. Nothing mattered because you died, again.”

Sam came closer, realization setting in his eyes. “You’re Y/n… you did this.”

“What do you mean, again?”

“This was the thirteenth time I lost you.” She breathes out, “Thirteen times I had to say goodbye, build a pyre, wrap and burn your body, console Sam and our friends, live without you. I always found a way to bring you back. Selling my soul, going back in time, asking God, necromancy…

I don’t want a world without you in it. So I broke it to save you, and every time, I gave up a part of me, I became someone- something else.

We fell in love every time and every fucking time you died within the next five years.” She takes a shaky breath, I can see she’s digging through painful memories and my chest aches for her. I don’t remember any of that…

“And I- I thought it worked.” She continues, “We were happy for over five years, you asked me to marry you and it finally felt safe to say yes. And on our wedding day… you got shot by some drunk nutjob.” She sobs and falls to her knees, her hands clinging to her chest.

I go to my knees to touch her but she starts talking before I can, and the look on her face is pure rage.

“I had enough.” Her jaw clenches with rage, “I was sick and tired of the universe taking what’s mine again and again. So I took something from it, and became the first Visata.”

“Visata?” Sam asks, “What is that.”

“It is a universe witch. I control the rules now. I am the beginning and the end.” She looks at me with such a determination.

“How is that possible.” Cas breathes out as he stands up, “Even God couldn’t do that.”

“Because God wasn’t as desperate as I. And I was ready to pay the price.” She answers.

“What price, what did you pay Y/n?” I stand up. she had already sold her soul once, faced off God, became a necromancy witch. She had done horrible things for me…

I can’t imagine what can be worse.

She stands up too and looks at me.

“Me.” She breathes out, “I could become the new game maker, if I decided to become a monster. If I agreed to be the villain. So that Dean Winchester, the ultimate hero, would never love me.”

I look at her. At this ‘monster’. “You’re not a monster.” I tell her.

“I killed people to get where I am.” She standing straight, her face void of emotions.

“They must have deserved to die, because you are not evil.”

“I am. I broke the universe because I am selfish and cannot live in a world void of you.”

I shake my head, I can feel her lie in the air. I step closer and touch her hands, “I’m not dying again.”

She pulls her hands away, “You already did, once we did more than just touching and you died. We can never be together Dean. I’m a monster. I just… I need to fix this and you can go on living your life.” Her hand reaches up to my forehead.

“What are you doing” I step back.

“Making it easier, if you don’t remember any of this, you will be safe.” Tears are rolling down her beautiful face again.

“No! I don’t want to forget you! I-I love you.”

She freezes, “Don’t say that.” Her eyes are wide, ready to fight death itself.

“I do. I love you.” I look straight into her beautiful eyes.

“There is no tomorrow without you.” I say.

A sob breaks through and she lowers her hand, “I can’t loose you again. I can’t Dean. If you die now, now that you know, I won’t be able to stop it. I can’t stop time. I tried, I tried so hard.”

“You brought me back before, the universe is under your rule now, make new rules.” I tell her.

She shakes her head, “I did, but Death can't be controlled and Time doesn’t listen. I can bend it, pause it even, but never stop. As long as you don’t remember, you stay in this time line. You can live.” She pleads with me.

“So you’ll erase my memories and disappear? I don’t get a choice? We can figure something out.”

“WE CANT, I tried everything! This is the only way.” she clenches her fists, “Please Dean…”

I look at her as I try to think of another way, any way.

“I don’t want to loose my memories of you. I felt empty and lonely before you, and I didn’t know why. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

“You know the consequences, you could die when we get too close and this time I can’t bring you back.”

“Excuse me? You died?! When!” Sam asks.

“Not now, Sam.” I snap back.

“What are my other options. There has to be something.”

She searches my face, as if the answer will be on it.

“I leave, and we never see each other again. And you control your thoughts, dreaming is okay, but not when awake. Do you understand?”

“But…” I start.

“It’s the only other way to keep your memories and be safe.” She cuts me off.

I slowly nod, “If that’s the only other option, then… yes.”

She looks at me for a second in silence, baffled that I said yes to never seeing her again. My heart breaks at the flash of hurt across her eyes.

She nods and wipes her hands down her shirt, trying to compose herself.

“Then this is goodbye.”

“Goodbye Y/n, I will always love you.”

I can see more tears streaming down her cheeks before she disappears.

“Sam,” I start.

“Yeah?” he hesitantly answers.

“When is a monster not a monster?” I turn to look at him, my eyes blurry with tears.

He doesn't answer me.

“When you love it.”

“You have an idea?” he asks me?

“Of course I do.”

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jlushie · 2 years

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okay okay okay pls hear me out- sam used to live in zuzu city so it’s completely plausible (though coincidental) for him to have a childhood friend move to the valley. cue the childhood friends to lovers trope🤔🤔would abigail and/or sebastian be upset if he started to hang out with you more than them ?🤔id love to see what ur headcanons would be about a situation similar to that BUT even if u don’t vibe w/this i admire and appreciate how you put time into this silly little community <3

Oh. My… GOD

Anon, you are a genius. Take my money, just take it all- No, have my wallet.

Thank you so much! I can’t remember if he did live in Zuzu city, but this is still glorious nevertheless.

This is such a fun concept! So here, have some headcanons Anon! I haven’t wrote anything in a bit, so I may be a bit rusty ><

I also didn’t really read over this! If there are spelling mistakes, please forgive me! I must study .<.

I hope you enjoy!~

Childhood Friends to Lovers Trope with Sam!

You had met Sam through school after you two had been paired up in a group project together. He was having a hard time with the work that needed to be done, but being the sweet soul that you are, you offered your partner assistance, carefully explaining each problem and the solutions to him in a way that was better than the teachers explanation. You didn’t even get mad when he didn’t understand, instead, you explained it in another way he could understand.

Sam had a little crush on you from that moment on, but didn’t really think it was a crush. At the time, he thought that he just wanted to be your friend!

You two had become close after that; like two peas in a pod. You often went to his house, and never went somewhere without the other by your side.

You two would most defiantly have friendship bracelets

There was a time where the two of you were in his room, excited to try the new instruments he had gotten for his birthday. He suddenly paused and turned to you.

“Y/n, do you think I could be a rockstar one day?”

Of course, you told him you believed in him! You thought he could do anything he set his mind to, and you encouraged his dreams! You told him you’d always be by his side, no matter the outcome.

His face was a bright red as you went on and on about your future together. The twinkle in your eyes and the excitement in your tone made him turn a darker crimson with each declaration.

“Y/n, we should get married one day!”

Cue a young Y/n choking on their words-

You flushed up red. It was such a random thing to say, but Sam couldn’t help himself. If you two had a future together, he wanted that to be the future. Sam was grinning, which only caused you to laugh and agree.

“Then let’s pinky swear, okay?”

You two interlocked your pinkies with such a cute future enveloping your minds.

However, it didn’t last long.

Sam was horrified when Jodi and Kent told him that they were moving. It wasn’t just a small distance away, it was so far away that it’d be hard for you to even visit him. When he told you, he cried. Yes, he cried. You probably cried with him, the two of you worried you’d never see each other again.

You two tried to keep in touch with letters, but Stardew Valley has a horrific mayor that’s been in office for years, so that didn’t really last long.

However, you two kept the friendship bracelets. You didn’t really have a lot of contact with anyone, especially now working at Joja, so it was a nice reminder of how things used to be.

Sam kept his because he never forgot about you. Sure, he was busy, and he could be easily distracted by his new life in the Valley, but he simply could never find himself to take off the bracelet. He still cared about you, even if it had been years. You were his first friend, and in a way, his first love.

He sometimes wondered what would be if he stayed in Zuzu city, or if you two didn’t lose contact.

But he didn’t need to wonder about what could have been when you moved to the valley.

He had heard of the new farmer for a couple days, but didn’t really think about it. While on his way to Sebastian’s house, he happened to bump into you. You two didn’t even know it was the other until Sam had saw the bracelet hanging off your wrist.

You two kind of just stared at each other.

Sam was more then shocked, thinking he’d never even see you again.

But then he just kind of held open his arms, not really expecting much, but flushed up imminently when you jumped into his arms. You two just kind of giggled for a bit before you two decided to catch up. Sam felt bad for leaving Sebastian hanging, but he was not losing this opportunity to catch up with you after so long!

You two had spoke for hours, just about your lives and what had happened over the years. But seeing you had brought back all his old feelings for you as a kid. He was a bit more of a cheeky bastard, but still reminded you of when you two were kids.

Days led into weeks of you two constantly being around each other. It was just like when you two were younger when you two were stuck at the hip.

Sam shifting pretty much all of his attention to you honestly annoyed Sebastian and Abigail, and since they couldn’t even get to know you, they didn’t understand why. Sam didn’t really have a clue he was annoying his friends and neglecting them, since he was so infatuated with you.

Sebastian decided to be the one to confront Sam about it since him and Abigail played Rock Paper Scissors and he lost

Unknown to the two of them, you had been creeping around the corner, ready to surprise Sam with one of his favorite gifts, but happened to hear your name being brought up. And of course, curiosity got the best of you, so you remained hidden as you listened in.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t hang out with us anymore.”

“…I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention to you two lately, but it’s a lot more complicated then that!”

“What’s complicated about your best friend leaving you for a farmer?”

“N-No! It’s not… Aurg… Look, its more then a friendship for me-“

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I love Y/n Sebastian!”

You dropped the tigerseye on the ground, mouth agape and face beat red. They quickly turned towards you, Sam’s face shifting in the same expression as yours. Sebastian quickly understood the situation and sort of side stepped away from the room, leaving you two alone.

You stared at each other once more, before Sam went into apology mode, sweating bullets as he tried to make an excuse for what you had overheard.

“Y-Y-Y/N! I-It’s not what you think! I-I was uh… I meant it in… S-Sebastian and I!-“

You were quick to yank him down by his collar, pulling him into a rough, but sweet kiss. Sam was too shocked to move, even when you pulled away, giving him that sweet smile that you always did.

You admitted you had felt the same that he did about you, even since you two were kids. Sam just stared at you with his eyes popping out of their sockets, taking in every word carefully.

When you were done, there was a pause, and for a minute, you wondered if you had said something wrong. However, he started giggling. In the super cute, flustered way as he held his beat red face in the palm of his hand.

“I must be dreaming… This has to be the best day ever!”

He picked you up by your waist, spinning you around as you two giggled like two lovesick teens.

This was the start of something new for you two, something slightly scary, but beautiful at the same time. And who knows? Maybe you two will act on that pinky promise. ;)

#x reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley bachelors #x you fluff #stardew valley marriage #stardew valley sam

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bigbysinterposinghand · 4 days

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i wrote up a bunch of stimming headcanons for various stardew valley characters on discord . transcript under the cut

-> leo's squack is a bit of a combination of communicating and stimming (possibly even a tic based on some dialogue of his), it makes him feel comfortable.

-> rasmodius will often make little elemental sparks and play with them between his fingers, a bit like how someone would play with a coin or a worm on a string.

-> sebastian is a notorious pen clicker and foot tapper.

-> abigail chews on stuff, she picked up a silicone chewy necklace at one point to stop herself from chewing on the silicone covers for her usb sticks.

-> vincent has a LOT of stims that he has a hard time maintaining during class- rocking, kicking his feet, tapping his hands on stuff, chewing on things, and plenty more. eventually, penny realized he was understimulated, and has tried incorporating more physical stimuli in her lessons to keep vincent engaged without distracting him.

-> sam cracks his knuckles, and whatever other joints he can without hurting himself. he used to crack his neck, but jodi scolded him for it and told him it was dangerous.

-> (he actually got that from kent, who used to crack his knuckles a lot, but now the noise bothers him. sam doesnt do it in front of him/loud enough for him to hear.)

-> sam also does a lot of verbal stims, like whistling, tongue clicking, and humming.

-> jas makes a popping noise with her mouth sometimes- she gets embarassed about it sometimes, but ever since she caught shane doing it, shes felt better about it.

#Stardew Valley #Headcanon #Headcanons #Leo #Rasmodius #The Wizard #Sebastian #Abigail #Vincent #Sam #Kent #Jas #do i tag shane . nah

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thebiggerbear · 6 months

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A Prize Unlike Any Other - Leah x Female!Farmer Ficlet

Pairing: Leah x Female!Farmer; Leah x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1829

A/N: This is my first time writing for Stardew Valley and its characters. Hope it's not too bad. This was just a cute idea that popped into my head due to it being Halloween and I wanted to write it quickly. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: implied sexual content; implied sexual humor; fluff

You can also read on AO3

Happy Halloween to everyone who celebrates! 🎃

Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated. 😊

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You walked into the town square, completely unprepared for the sight you were about to see. The town had gone all out for Spirit’s Eve. Every single inch was decorated and no stone was left unturned. You had been told by Lewis that Pelican Town took each holiday seriously, and each time the square would be all decked out. But this…this you hadn’t expected. Glancing over, you saw skeletons walking around in a large cage. How festive. You didn’t even want to imagine how Marlon caught them and somehow squeezed them into that box. From experience, they weren’t exactly the easiest monster from the mines to maneuver into acting like a tourist attraction. You were surprised bones weren’t being thrown at the gawking townspeople through the bars.

You scanned the bodies filling the space and your eyes came across the one you were looking for. You quickly made your way over and tapped the villager on the shoulder.

Leah turned around and you could see she was in the middle of eating something. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of you. “Oh, Y/N,” came out garbled before she covered her hand with her mouth, making you snicker. Once she finished chewing, she cleared her throat. “So sorry. I was eating blackberries.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. So, this is quite the turnout, huh?” You glanced around, noting your neighbors all partaking in the oodles of food and drink that were offered. You rolled your eyes when you heard Shane complaining loudly that there was no more pumpkin ale. That guy should really be keeping his distance from anything with the word ale in it in your opinion.

“You didn’t dress up?”

You turned back to Leah, seeing her eyes roving over you and her brows furrowing.

“What? Yes, I did,” you insisted.

“Oh yeah, what are you then?” She crossed her arms, challenging you.

“Can’t you tell?” You held out your arms, gesturing to yourself. “I’m a farmer.”

“Wow,” Leah deadpanned. “You really pulled that one off.”

You gave her a smirk. “That I did. Now, are we going through the haunted maze or not?”

She bit her lip. “Um…”

“Yeah, you are.” You grabbed her hand and hurried to the entrance. “Let’s go.”

“But,” she tried to protest. “I don’t think we—”

“Don’t worry, we won’t get lost,” you called back to her.

25 minutes later

“Okay, I think we’re lost,” you whispered.

“Don’t worry, you said,” Leah teased. “We won’t get lost.”

You knew she was focusing on teasing you so she wouldn’t think about how scared she was. You, on the other hand, weren’t as easily distracted. Dammit, you wanted that Golden Pumpkin and you were determined to get it.

“We’re not. We just have to find a way through. There has to be a secret entrance here somewhere.” You poked at the hedges surrounding you, convinced one would eventually give way to direct you right to your prize. You also swore to yourself that you two wouldn’t end up like Penny or Maru.

Leah sighed. “There is no way through. Come on, let’s try to backtrack and I’ll buy you some pumpkin ale that I know Jodi is hiding somewhere when we get back to the party.”

“Pumpkin ale isn’t the Golden Pumpkin,” you muttered, poking at another hedge that refused to give way.

She looked forlornly upon you until realization dawned upon her face and a small playful smile started to form upon her lips. “You know, we are out here, lost, all alone. No one but just us two, unable to find a way out.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem,” you grumbled, completely missing her point, and shoving at a hedge that snapped back at you.

Leah rolled her eyes and grabbed your shoulders, turning you around to face her. “Why do you need the Golden Pumpkin when I’m right here?”

You nearly gulped as you stared into her blue eyes, seeing her smile grow as her meaning began to sink in. “To sell it?” You nearly squeaked out.

She chuckled, pulling you closer and wrapping her arms around your neck. “You can find it and sell it next year. Right now, you should only be focusing on this right here.” She brushed her lips against yours, making your eyes widen slightly. It wasn’t as if you and Leah weren’t already dating but except for that one incredible yet unexpected kiss at the picnic that her ex ended up interrupting, you two hadn’t really been too physical. Sure, you talked on the phone late into the night and she would see you about town and you’d make time to visit, but you both hadn’t really taken advantage of the change in status of your relationship once you’d asked her. You were either too busy with the farm, the town, or both, and she was busy with her sculptures and forays into the woods right outside her doorstep. But now…now you realized just how much time you both had been wasting. You closed your eyes and pulled her in closer, making her gasp in surprise into your mouth, and infused more passion into the kiss.

Once you both broke apart for air, you leaned your forehead against hers, smiling.

“Better than any old Golden Pumpkin, right?” She teased, panting.

“Like you said, who needs the Golden Pumpkin when you’re right here.” She gave you a tender smile and you gently wrapped her braid around your fingertips. “You’re my prize of the night.”

She burst out into laughter and your brows drew together in confusion. “What?”

“You are so cheesy,” she said in between chuckles.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you frowned and began to pull away, beyond embarrassed, when she stopped you.

“I love that about you,” she murmured, pecking your lips.

“Really?” Embarrassment immediately forgotten, you pasted the sexiest smirk that you could manage onto your face and wrapped your arms around her waist. “Because there’s definitely more where that came from.”

She dug her teeth into her bottom lip. “Well, I definitely won’t be saying no to that,” she whispered.

“Good,” you whispered back before kissing her again.

1 hour later

You both exited the maze after trying to find the exit for nearly twenty minutes. You both brushed yourselves off, straightened your hair as best you could, and exchanged secret smiles as you made your way back to the festival.

Jodi was kind enough to hand pumpkin ale over to you and Leah when you arrived. You gave her a nod of thanks. “Did you two manage to find the Golden Pumpkin?”

You could see a slight tint of pink in Leah’s cheeks as she answered the older woman. “No, but we’re going to try again next year.” You discreetly ran your finger along the back of her hand and the pink tinge grew.

“That’s too bad. No one else seems to have found it either. Oh well, like you said, there’s always next year.” Jodi tried to put a positive spin on it.

Just then Alex and Sam appeared, taking the proffered cups of pumpkin ale. “How about you boys? Did either of you find the Golden Pumpkin?”

“No, I only got as far as the graveyard,” Sam mumbled, unhappy that he hadn’t gotten the prize.

“That’s farther than I got,” Alex stated. “Though, the maze was a lot spookier this year.”

“How so?” Jodi asked.

“Well, for one, the screams.”

“They have screaming sound effects every year,” Leah pointed out.

“Yeah, but this was different. They sounded…a lot closer.”

“Oh, and the hedges started shaking and moving on their own a couple of times,” Sam added.

Leah’s eyes widened but she refused to make eye contact with anyone. You could see the tell-tale red creeping into her face, though.

“And the moaning… The sounds they added this year were sick,” Alex excitedly proclaimed.

Leah snuck a glance over at you, horrified, but you just gave her a wicked smirk. “Yeah, this maze was really something this year,” you agreed. “And you guys still didn’t manage to find the Golden Pumpkin, huh?”

Alex sighed. “No.” Sam shook his head.

“I found it,” you muttered under your breath right before taking a sip of your ale. No one heard you but Leah who was coughing on her drink a little and then shooting surreptitious daggers at you.

“But you just wait, we’ll get it next year,” Sam promised.

“Yeah,” Alex agreed.

“I’m sure you will, dear,” Jodi encouraged. The boys moved away, talking about their plan for next year and a possible team-up. Jodi made her way towards Caroline for presumably some more chit chat involving the townspeople. Only you and Leah were left and the latter was almost as red as a tomato.

“You’re on your own next year,” she hissed.

You wrapped a soothing arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, smirking right at her. “We won’t need to come to the festival next year. I’ll just find the Golden Pumpkin again, at home, with you.”

She gave you a half-hearted shove, glaring at you. “You’re incorrigible, Y/N.”

You laughed and kissed her warm cheek. “And that’s why you love me. Besides,” She turned to look at you, still cross with you but starting to soften slightly. “Babe, I told you. You’re my prize.”

She rolled her eyes but you could see the hint of a smile she was fighting really hard not to let happen. It was happening, though; her embarrassment was decreasing and she was starting to forgive you. “Like I said, you’re cheesy.”

“And you’re beautiful,” you whispered, running a tender hand over her hair and noting the slight dewiness of her skin from your earlier escapade. She glanced over at you and the smile you’d been waiting for finally shone through.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours. “I love you,” she whispered back to you.

Your affectionate smile melted into a devious smirk. “Enough for us to go back into the maze and scare more people?” You playfully waggled an eyebrow.

You didn’t know that her eyes could roll that far back into her head (actually, you did know now) and she shook her head, grabbing your hand and leading you to the edge of town. “No, but enough that we can go back to my place and we can continue to scare Marnie and her cows for a little while until you have to return to the farm.” Her wicked smirk melted your heart but also made it pound ten times harder at the same time. Ever since you saw this woman, you’d been under her spell and tonight was no different.

Villagers called out a good night to you as you passed and all you could do was offer up a dazed wave as your blue-eyed red-headed siren led you deeper into the dark woods that even the light of the full moon wouldn’t dare enter.

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In regards to Doctor Who, I also stopped around the same time as you and recently picked it back up.

I like some of late Capaldi, but the early stuff was really uninteresting to me. His episodes suffered from a few writing issues, but the second half of his run was okay in my mind. Some episodes better than others.

I liked Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor, but I wanted to scream at the writers the entire time. We'd get to a point of understanding where the mystery or theme of the episode finally got revealed, and I'd start to get interested. And THEN they would spoon feed it directly to the audience, like noooo, let me be lost in the horrors for a bit before you spell it out like the end of a children's TV program, PLEASE. I promise I'm capable of exploring the implications for 5 seconds before you read out the message like the back of a cereal box, I beg of you. Her specials were alright, though, they were kinda fun, if a little out there...

Haven't seen the new specials, but I really REALLY hope they do the new Doctor justice. A lot of fans kinda ate Jodie alive, but it wasn't her fault. I'm gonna be really upset if they set him up for failure! People are already making assumptions based on bias. I really want them to set him up for success!

I honestly just think Capaldi isn't the type of actor I want to watch play the Doctor. So when he was announced I just sort of went "mm. Meh." and then stopped. And I had a hard time connecting with Clara, so the combination of a Doctor who I was fairly meh about and a companion I also was fairly meh about more or less killed my interest in the show.

I've said before but not super recently I think but I actuallyyyyyyy am not very interested in alien or time travel stories because I think individually they are very boring and together they are a bit contrived. Unfortunately that is like 99% of the point of Doctor Who so 9, 10, 11, and their companions were able to keep me from going "wow I really don't like alien or time travel stories" because I was invested in their personal character arcs. But if I start off already not really liking the main character draws to the show, then I have to actually focus on the alien and time travel plots, which I don't want to do, because I don't like those genres.

[it's why torchwood worked for me but not star trek, I can focus on something other than aliens in torchwood because I'm mostly having fun watching Jack and Ianto shenanigans, but star trek is *about the aliens* so unfortunately Spock shenanigans were not enough to distract me from disliking the other 99% of the show]

However. Hot Black Doctor. But then I feel like I'd have to watch 12 and 13 to catch up to Hot Black Doctor. Also I am trying really hard to reserve judgement because maybe it makes sense plotwise but I am somewhat annoyed that we have Double Doctors with one of them being a white dude who has ALREADY PLAYED THE DOCTOR AND IS SUPER POPULAR AS POSSIBLY NEW WHO'S FAVORITE DOCTOR [albiet, a white dude whose Doctor I did really like] who is at extremely high risk of majorly overshadowing Hot Black Doctor. Can't even have a standalone black generation without white people making sure they're included.

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Hello !! I love your headcanons c: Would you mind if I'd use some? Also to have a request too if it hasn't been done: how would the bachelors/bachelorettes react if farmer had depression/anxiety/other?

Bachelor/ettes with an Anxious S/O

Hi anon! Did you mean use my HCs like in a fic? Like say for example something random from my general Elliott HCs. I'm fine with them being referenced in fiction works and such. Just leave your references!

ANYWAYS, thank you for the ask! I saw your other response and it's okay lol. General stuff like this is all good. I went with anxiety for this since I'm personally familiar with it but can do a depression one in the future.

Also, please tell me if I messed something up. I'm not a professional.

Bachelors:

Sam

He's actually pretty good at recognising the signs of anxiety. His mother deals with it a lot, what with Kent and running the household on her own and all. So, he can see the telltale signs that something's up.

He spends a lot of time trying to figure out whether to approach you or not. In the end, he just decides to sort of hint that he knows something's up.

"Hey Y/N. You know you can always talk to me if something's up, right?"

Once you tell him what's actually bothering you, he's actually really responsive to it. I stated in one of my other HCs (I think it was my Sam: Falling in Love one) that he writes in a journal. You best believe he's writing that shit down at the speed of your psychiatrist. I'll be honest, he probably lets it slip to Jodi. But he makes her promise not to tell anyone - not even Caroline. It came about because Sam wanted to know whether to ask you about your triggers or not, to which Jodi said to not.

So, he starts becoming a lot more observant of you. It may seem like he wouldn't, since he's pretty easily distracted. But when it comes to you, he does pay a lot of attention. He always keeps sticky notes on him to write down anything he notices might be a trigger for you.

Elliott

Elliott is the most observant person in town (well, on par with Penny), so he's definitely going to catch on to your anxiety. He sees you trying to cover up your nervousness and put two and two together pretty quick.

He doesn't approach you about it. Instead, he just watches out for any triggers you might have. Once he works them out, if he's there when something comes up, he'll quietly excuse you from the situation and take you to a place where you can calm down.

If you do decide to tell him about your anxiety, he'll be sure to politely tell you he was suspicious of it. He wants to be honest with you and fears you finding out he lied may make your anxiety worse. Of course, he hasn't told anyone else about his suspicions. He respects your privacy and knows it's not his business.

Every month or week or whatever segment of time you want, he writes you a letter. It's just him asking how you are, where you're at (if you want to share that information), etc., etc.

"Dear Y/N, how are you? I hope you are holding up well. I bought some crab cakes from the saloon last night. If you're comfortable, you're welcome to come and share them with me. -Elliott."

Sebastian

I feel like despite dealing with anxiety himself, he wouldn't be able to recognise it to save his life. He'll be able to pick up on basic triggers, of course, but he just thinks it's some weird quirk of yours.

So yeah, you're gonna have to be the one to tell him. Once you do, he's obviously supportive of you. Man gets it. He's quiet about it, but he'll tell you he's not going to judge.

"Right. Um, yeah, I get that. It sucks, doesn't it?"

He doesn't do much about it. After all, he doesn't want to pry into your personal information. All he really does it tell others (Lewis) to shut up when they say something obviously rude. He'll try and comfort you when he can, but he's not the best at it. His instinct is to go straight to jokes to try and distract you. But if it works, it works.

Harvey

Harvey's a doctor guys, he knows what it is right away. Because of his job of keeping track of everyone, he's learned to pick up on and remember all the little details of someone. This, of course, includes you. It's very easy for him to put two and two together and work it out.

His first course of action is to call you to the clinic for a private consultation. He frames it as just a checkup, which in some sense it is. He waits for you to get comfortable before trying to gently mention the subject.

"Hello Y/N. How are you? I noticed you seemed a bit more nervous lately, is everything okay?"

Not only is he a doctor, but he's also a friend. So, he's listening to everything you say. While he himself is not a licensed therapist and doesn't know enough on that specific subject to provide enough help for you, he does have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Like Elliott, he'll do check-ins with you to see how you're going, though he will up the number of them if he sees things going south. These checkups are confidential and involve nobody else but the two of you, so you don't have to worry about things getting out.

He also tries to set you up with a therapist. While he knows it's your choice, he does push it just a teensy bit. He really cares about you and doesn't want you to have to deal with this anxiety.

Shane

Shane may not be experiencing exactly what you're going through - nobody will - but he relates to having issues with anxiety. He sort of picks up on it at first. He notices some odd behaviours you have, but it takes him a good while to actually realise what's going on. It's just that in the back of his mind he's trying to push out that possibility. He just doesn't want to acknowledge that you might be struggling.

But eventually he has to come to terms with it, whether it be by you telling him or not. He realises that he doesn't just get to decide whether you have anxiety or not, and, really, neither do you.

Shane will plan a specific time and outing to ask you about it, but as things go with him it goes way off the rails and he doesn't get the chance. So, he just approaches you about it sometime when you seem relaxed and don't have any prying eyes on you two.

"Hey, so, I don't want to pry, but do you... Y'know, have a bit of anxiety? Once again, sorry if this is rude, I was just wondering."

He was really nervous to ask you because he didn't want to risk offending you or making you uncomfortable. And if you are offended or uncomfortable, he's sure to apologise tenfold. But if you're okay with it, he'd love to hear just a bit more, so he knows what to do to accommodate for you.

Alex

Alex has no clue you're anxious. He just thinks any signs of anxiety are fun little quirks you have! But seriously, he's bad at it. He can understand basic and common phobias, but that's about it. Rarer phobias or triggers that he doesn't know about will take some explaining. He's not trying to judge; he just takes a bit more time to understand.

When you do approach him, he'll likely give you a hug or some other form of physical affection. He (or at least I HC him to) struggles with self-esteem and a bit of anxiety himself, so he really hates to see someone he cares for so much in the same/a similar boat.

He'll try to spend more time with you. You definitely gotta tell him if that's something you're not comfortable with, because to him that just looks like the perfect solution. You're nervous, so you can be with him, and he'll make you feel better. Simple, right?

"Hey Y/N! Wanna come to my house tonight? Granny's making salmon dinner. You can stay the night if you want."

He really tries his best to learn your triggers, but he still might mess up sometimes. If he does, he really does truly feel bad about it and tries to apologise. Alex is someone to never give up (or at least that's what he tells himself), so he's going to always better himself at those things.

Bachelorettes:

Penny

Penny can truly relate to having anxiety. I (project) HC she has a bit of anxiety over her welfare and safety on top of social anxiety. So, she's never going to judge if you tell her about it.

Penny works with kids, and she's already naturally in tune with people's emotions, so it's not too hard for her to pick up on things. But she doesn't tell anyone about it. She respects that it's your business and you're the one who gets to decide who knows and who doesn't. She's perfectly fine keeping that secret forever.

If you do tell her though, she's actually a little... Happy? Honored, maybe, that you felt comfortable sharing this information with her. It makes her glad to know that you trust her, is all. If you're okay with it, she gives you a quick (or long) hug of reassurance along with some kind words.

"Thank you for telling me, Y/N. That means a lot to me. I hope I can help you with whatever you need."

Like Elliott, she writes you letters. They're less of checkups and more so her just telling you what's going on with her in the hopes that it might provide an - albeit brief - distraction from whatever's bothering you. She also includes some recipes and activities to keep you going when it gets tough. With them are even some little quotes she came up with to encourage you.

Leah

Leah, I feel, doesn't really pick up on it. She's more of a 'well, I'll just accept their behaviours as part of who they are!' person. She brushes it off as you being you, rather than signs of a larger issue. She doesn't judge you for your behaviours and treats you just like everybody else. But she does get a little confused when you react to a trigger (but she never tells anybody).

When (or if) you do tell her, she sort of has an 'oh' moment followed by an 'oh' moment. Suddenly things are starting to make sense. Leah has a good memory, so she can remember you reacting to triggers and what those triggers were, but if there's any more you want to tell her she encourages you to write it in a letter (or really whatever makes you most comfortable).

Still, her treatment of you doesn't change. Just because you have anxiety/are anxious doesn't mean you're suddenly this whole new person who she needs to redo the friendship process with. No. She just goes along like normal while avoiding any bumps along the way.

"Hey Y/N! I was wondering, did you want to hang out sometime? I'd love to show you this sculpture I've been working on."

Abigail

Abigail sort of has a hunch about what's going on, but she can never quite place her finger on it. She knows something's up, just not what. So, being Abigail, she asks you! Downside is she may just ask you, wherever that place is and however many people are there. It could be in a private spot with just the two of you in hushed voices, or it could be in the saloon on a Friday night, her yelling really loudly so you can hear her from across the bar.

Yeah, so I'd just hope it's the former scenario.

"Hey Y/N, you alright? You've been a bit odd lately."

Tell her what's up though, and she brings it down to a private level. She knows enough about anxiety to know that most people don't like to just talk about it. After all, she's friends with Sebastian and he's the living embodiment of not wanting to talk about it.

She's still pretty forward with it though. She is the one to just ask if [thing] is a trigger for you. She doesn't mean to trigger you on accident, and if she does, she is really sorry, she just wants to know so she can avoid it.

Maru

Maru is a nurse and is all-round who I'd say to be the second smartest person in town (first place goes to her father), so it's very easy for her to realise what's up with you. When she does, she spends a good while weighing the pros and cons of confronting you about it.

While she's doing that, she's checking up on you each day to see how you're doing. She's naturally a very kind person, so it's not suspicious of her to do so, but she does so anyway. She always makes a mental note of the days where you're just not feeling it and is sure to try just that little bit harder to make the day alright for you.

In the end, it comes down to her just waiting. She makes a sort of graph of how you're going, and if you're going well, she leaves you alone. If you're going a bit south, she takes you to a quiet place like Cindersap forest at night (or wherever and whenever you're most comfortable) and waits for you to relax. Once you're relax, she explains her concerns for you and asks for permission to know what is up.

"Hey, so, I need to ask you something. I've noticed you've been showing some signs of anxiety. If you're comfortable, could you please tell me what's up?"

If she's denied permission, she absolutely respects your boundaries and doesn't ask anything else. She explains how she's been keeping track of how you're going, too, just for the sake of honesty and transparency.

If she is allowed permission to know more about the subject at hand, she inquires about your interest in therapy. If you accept, she'll immediately nonchalantly hit Harvey up for some phone numbers. If it's a no, she respects your decision, but encourages you to think about it.

Emily

Emily, at first, is a lot like Leah. She brushes it off as you being you. But as the behaviour continues and becomes more apparent, she does start to wonder if there's something more going on. By that point, she asks Harvey for some symptoms of anxiety and compares them to you. If they line up, she gets a little more concerned.

She goes to Harvey a lot for advice. She always covers your name up with 'my friend' or 'this person I know,' and thankfully it works. She's there to get advice on helping and accommodating for you, not spreading your personal information with your name attached. And even then, she can just use the excuse that she was wanting information in case something comes up in the future.

When she's got her information, she puts it to good use. She tries to very nonchalantly ask you if you have any triggers she should know of, without pushing your boundaries.

"Hey, I was up all night last night thinking about how strange it was that we all have triggers. Isn't it weird? I was wondering if there was anything I should know about you."

Haley

Haley genuinely does not understand anxiety. She simply does not have the brain required to comprehend it. That doesn't mean she's judge-y, she just will never understand. And because she doesn't understand, she doesn't pick up on it.

So, you have to tell her. Because if you don't, she can and will casually mention your behaviours to other people. It sucks, but that's what's gonna happen. She doesn't mean to be rude; she honestly just doesn't know.

When you do tell her, she's all 'wait, what?' She had zero idea that's what was going on. But when she does realise that's what's happening, she ceases any and all conversation about it. She respects your privacy enough to not share that.

"Wait, that's what's up? Oh, I had no idea!"

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