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c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s · 10 months

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Rei Drabble

Guys.. I’m like a very long time tumblr user but haven’t used this account in years. Decided to post this here since it didn’t do well on Ao3. I fixed it up a little in the process.

Anyway very suggestive nsfw (not super explicit but def deserves a warning) under the cut

You met him on a discord chat about a year ago and used to mod for a guy who played the newest Zelda game. He messaged you his number after one slow night in the chat and some interesting banter about the lore of Hyrule.

It started with a few text conversations just chatting about gaming but evolved into a sort of friendship. So when your boyfriend broke up with you a month ago, reaching out to Rei seemed natural. Then one night after you’d logged of discord you texted him:

Well that stream was good

Rei

Yeah you were good tonight

You

thanks!

Hmm weird of him to respond so fast. Usually he’s not so available.

Rei

I usually can’t sleep after a game like that. Are you going to be up for a while?

You

Yeah most likely. I’m a night owl anyway

Rei

Yeah same.

After a few texts back and forth you decided it was time to shoot your shot:

You

Hey is your pfp actually you?

Rei

Yeah why?

You

Oh you’re hot..

Rei

Yeah? Thanks

You didn’t know but he was blushing, laying down on his couch.

You

what if I asked to make this chat a little naughty?

Rei

Oh? How so?

You

Well we could give each other instructions

Rei

You've got my attention

You

Are you alone?

Rei

Yeah I'm alone

You

What are you wearing?

Rei

Jeans and a t-shirt. What about you?

Am I being too innocent with my answers?

Of course HE would be so cute and innocent. continuing to tease him you pressed on.

You

No lol and I’m in my sports bra and undies

Rei

you're a straight shooter aren't you

You

Oh I’m just being honest. I forgot I could be coy

Rei

I definitely respect that

You

What color shirt are you wearing?

Rei

Red. What color is your bra?

You

Grey lol

Rei

what kind of instructions were you thinking about giving me?

You

Do you have a free hand?

Rei

yes I do

You

Okay. Now put you hand on your thigh

Rei

And then?

You

slowlyyy slide it up to the waist of your pants

Rei

Okay I’m there

You

Unbutton your pants

Rei

Such a tease. Do you actually have a plan here or are we just seeing where this leads?

You

Winging it fully. What color are your boxers?

Rei

well this is fun anyway. They're black

You

That’s hot

Rei

So what next? you've got me all flustered

You

Slide your hand down and use your thumb on yourself but ovvverr the boxers.

Rei

Damn. What now? 👀

You

And nowww I’m going to tell you about me

Rei

Oh right, ok then. So what would you like me to know? Am I still free to keep my hand there?

You

Don’t you dare move your hand. You should know that I’m tracing my nipple with my fingers.

Rei

Lol alright my hand's not going anywhere Oh? You're doing that while we speak?

You

Yes and I’m quite needy

Rei

And why is that?

You

I have needs that have not been met recently

Rei

I hope that I can help fill them for you

He couldn’t believe what was actually being sent to you. That he was saying this and to you. You were easy to find online, all your cute little social media accounts linked to your discord. He could picture your little body in your bed. Knew you’d be on the cozy neutral tones of your bed spread.

You

Now my hand has moved down to the waist band of my underwear

Rei

you're really building up the anticipation huh

You

It’s more fun this way!

Rei

You definitely aren't wrong about that

You

You should know I have a praise kink

Rei

Haha oh yeah? You like people praising you while you touch yourself?

You

Exactly. I’m moving my hand a little lower now

Rei

Ooo now this is getting interesting

You

I’m actually soaked

Rei

oh really? You've really enjoyed this conversation then?

You

Haven’t you?

Rei

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't

You

Now I’m using my finger for little teasing circles

Rei

Oh? Is that fun or is that frustrating?

You

Both

Rei

yeah I can believe it would be. Are you planning on doing more?

You

Is that what you’re waiting for?

Rei

yeah pretty much

You didn’t text back immediately. Removing your thong for easier access to your dripping center.

You

I had to take my underwear off

Rei

Oh? Why did you have to take them off?

You

I couldn’t reach properly

Rei

Did it feel better once you took them off?

You

Yes so much better

Rei

You must've really enjoyed taking them off

You

I did

Not even sure what you were saying at this point so your body was squirming under your fingers and the thought of his touch. Snapping you out of your lust filled haze, you phone dings.

Rei

Are they comfortable off? Or do they make you feel a sense of freedom?

You

I got to let my legs drop open more

Rei

I guess they kind of restrict your movement

You

Is your hand still where I told you to leave it?

Rei

It's right there like you told me

Should I still not move it?

You

Good boy. You can have your fun now

Rei

Don't need to say it twice

You

I certainly am having my own fun

Rei

That is perfectly alright

So now your legs are free, what are you gonna do?

You

I’m dipping my fingers inside now

Rei

you're having way too much fun

You

Not enough imo

Rei

Oh? How much more fun are you after?

You

Rei

More is a good answer

You

It’s a slutty answer but it’s the truth

Rei

It's quite alright. I'm not complaining

You

My nails are too long and my toy is too far

Rei

that was not a problem I was expecting

You

It’s a problem

Rei

Have you not got anything else you could use?

You

Kinky of you.. what do you suggest?

Rei

Oh my god I never thought I'd hear myself say that. Idk, don't you have anything lying around or in the kitchen?

You

Oh shit I might lol

You get up and grab the bottle opener that you never use from the back of the silver wear drawer.

Rei

Is something in the kitchen catching your eye?

You

This is highly productive

You don’t care to elaborate on what is happening.

Rei

Oh? How is it highly productive?

I didn't think I had any input on the situation

You

I didn’t think you would either but here we are

Rei

What else would you like me to help you with? I'm up for whatever

You

Not done with this situation hold up

Rei

I'll wait for you

You

It’s cold hold on lol

Rei

we have all night. You better not leave me hanging. I'm too invested now

You

Are you having fun?

Rei

I can't lie, I'm absolutely loving this

You

Good to know.. what if I’m imagining it’s you helping me?

Rei

oh? And is that helping you?

You

It is

Rei Suwa

Well I'm glad I could help you then.

I can't stop smiling every time I get another one of your messages. You've genuinely made my evening better ❤️

Oh shit. His sudden emotional intimacy pushed you to get a little wetter.

You

Fuck

Rei Suwa

What did I do now? Sorry if I'm interrupting something

You

No you’re doing incredible

Rei Suwa

I hope you're not playing with me, you really don't seem like the type

You

I’m absolutely not messing with you

Rei

Send me a voice memo?

Pressing record you send a breathy panting memo:

You

I bet you’re huge

He responds back quickly with a text.

Rei

How much do you bet?

You

So much

Rei

Is that right?

What would you be willing to do to find out if you're right or not?

You

Don’t fuck with me please just tell me if I’m right

Rei

alright, alright 😂

What do you mean by huge?

You

7inches at least

Rei

I think you might be right then

You

I knew it

Rei

how?

You

I just know lmao I have a 6th sense

Rei

well you're very right

You

I’m so wet

Rei

I'm happy to hear that. Are you enjoying yourself?

You

Yes

Rei

Well this has been a lot of fun

You

I’m not done

Rei

I'm still here if you need me

You

Yes please

Rei

well what would you like me to do?

You

I’m not sure

Rei

Oh are you feeling a bit lost?

You

Tell me I’m doing a good job

Rei

alright, but only if you ask nicely

You

Pleaseee

If he was really here you’d be actually begging with the whine that left your lips.

Rei

You're doing so well. If this was a test you'd be getting an 100%

You

Okay solidified my praise kink that did

Rei

so you like saying please?

You

Yes

Rei

That's kind of a cute kink lol

You

Maybe it’s a begging kink?

Rei

maybe it is, who knows

Sending him another voice memo to hear what the thought of him did

You

Wow fuck. thank you?

Rei

you're welcome?

You

Lmaooo

Rei

I guess I should try it myself now

You

Do you need help?

Rei

I'd appreciate a bit of help, yes

You

What can I help with? Maybe describing my gym outfit?

Rei

I'm curious, go ahead, describe it

You

Tonight was a pair of black flared leggings and a low cut grey sports bra. You can see a big of my stomach between the top and pants. It’s very low cut

Rei

That sounds really cute.

And you said you were at the gym in that?

You

Yes, I’m sure my chest was bouncing on the elliptical

Rei

It must've made for a very distracting gym session

You

Not for me

Rei

I suppose not

Rei

Well that's definitely given me a few images in my head

You

I’m currently laying no pants, sports bra only on my couch

Rei

It's late at night, so isn't that like a normal thing to be wearing

You

Only when I’m sexting hot guys

Rei

I wouldn't go that far and say I'm a hot guy

You

You just brought me to completion so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Rei

okay fair enough, I can't argue with that

You

Am I helping still?

Rei

yes, you're helping me a lot and I think you're enjoying it too

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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The Other Woman

Summary - Y/N comes back from a solo hunt to find an unknown woman kissing her boyfriend. Who is she? Will it end their relationship or can they get past the mistake? (I suck at summaries)

Warning - Angst, fluff-ish, implied smut, crack, Swearing ofc, mentions of cheating

Pairing - Dean x reader, Dean x unknown woman

A/N - This is written for @flamencodiva's 1700 prompt challenge. Congratulations on your 1700! My prompt is "I want that woman out of my house!"

@superfanficnatural (tagging to let you know about my submission)

"Dean?" You called out while coming down the stairs but you stopped in your tracks when you saw the scene in front of you. You could hear Dean's moaning while a woman continued to kiss him.

"DEAN!" You screamed.

"Y-Y/N? You are back early", Dean pushed the woman off to a side, "How was the hunt?"

"Are you serious? You are asking me about the hunt?", Dean stared the floor suddenly finding it too interesting, "How about you answer me about that woman who was just kissing you? Don't lie because you were enjoyin' it a little too much", Y/N scowled at her boyfriend.

"Y/N, it's not like that. Trust me? She-"

"Trust you? Unbelievable! How long was I gone on that hunt Dean that you were so needy you had to bring home another woman? Is she a hunter too? Or is she some skank that you picked up from a shady bar?" You were fuming with anger.

"Hey! I'm not some skank or a whore", the girl tried to defend herself.

"SHUT UP", you growled and launched yourself at the girl.

"Y/N/N hey. Stop it! Don't hurt her", Dean pulled you back before you could throw a punch at her. Tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn't believe your ears. Dean was protecting that woman. "Y/N, I'm sorry. This is not what it lo"-Dean's sentence was again cut off by your palms hitting his cheek.

"I hate you Dean Winchester. You fucking asshole. If you wanted an out from this relationship- from me, yo-you could have told me. You didn't have to go and cheat on me," Dean was too stunned by the slap to say anything and you took the opportunity to ran towards your room. "Y/N! WAIT!" Dean took after you but by the time he had reached your room, you had already shut the door.

"Y/N, sweetheart, please open the door. Let me explain. It's not what it looks like. Open the door or I swear I will break down this damn door. Please", Dean's voice broke at the end. He didn't want to lose you.

You opened the door. You needed to hear what he had to say. You needed to hear him out for a closure.

"You have five minutes to explain and I want that woman out of my house", Dean looked at you and his heart broke. Your eyes were red and cheeks were tear stained.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I will never cheat on you. You are the best thing that has happened to me but she has to stay in the bunker". You scoffed.

"Dean? Dean," You heard the woman's annoyingly sweet voice, "There you are. Y/N I'm so sorry for interrupting you guys". She knew you. Who the fuck was this woman? You took a good look at her and insecurities started to creep into you. Of course Dean would choose her over you. She was tall, beautiful. She was perfect for Dean. You were the one who was way out of his league.

"What are you doing here, baby? I told you wait outside", Dean gritted out. Your jaw almost hit the ground. He had a nickname for her?

"Baby? Un-fucking-believable! How long is this-how long do you know her?"

"We have known each other for a long time", the woman smiled at you.

"What was it, Dean? Was I not enough? Was it the sex? Am I not beautiful anymore or did you just get bored with me?" Tears were streaming down your face.

"No no no, honey no. I love you. She-I-this is so fucking complicated". "We are done. Don't talk to me ever again", with that you slammed the door shut.

"Y/N/N just- son of a bitch! And you, I told you to not follow me and why the fuck did you kiss me?" Dean asked the woman.

"I was missing you. It has been so long and you didn't touch me for once. You always take such good care of me. I missed your hands", Dean ran his hands down his face.

"I need a fucking drink", Dean sighed and went to the kitchen.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam looked up from the lore books he was reading, "Heard Y/N screaming. What happened?"

"Do I look like I'm fucking okay? Y/N, s-she broke up with me, man".

"Why?" Sam frowned. "Barbie-in-leather-jacket kissed me and she saw that. She thinks I cheated on her. How am I going to make things right, Sammy?"

"Dean", the woman's sweet voice called out to Dean, "Why did you leave me alone? Don't you like me anymore?",the woman purred and made herself cozy in Dean's lap and started to grind herself into Dean. Dean started to groan when his jeans started to tighten.

"Did you tell her the truth?" Sam asked tried to hide his laughter when he saw his brother's discomfort.

"Wow! I thought you would at least try and come up with an apology but here I find you with your side-piece sitting in your lap. Wait, was I the fucking side piece all these times?" You couldn't believe your eyes when you had caught that woman kiss the living daylights out of Dean. You prayed that it was all a big misunderstanding. Your eyes were swollen and red from crying so much. You had come out of your to get yourself a much needed drink and you had hoped that Dean would apologise to you but when you entered the kitchen, all your hopes had turned to dust.

"Y/N, listen", Sam laughed after he saw Dean mouthing 'save me' to him, "It's not Dean's fault. We had gone on a witch hunt, things became complicated and here we are. It's a spell". You glared at Sam. You couldn't believe that he was defending his piece of a shit, cheating brother.

"A spell?" You asked slowly, "Like a love spell?" You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at Dean.

"No, a transformation spell. There is no better way to explain this but that woman in Dean's lap, that's Baby".

In your hunting life you had come across many unrealistic, weird things but this is the weirdest thing you have heard or rather seen.

"Baby? As in...the Impala? Dean's car - the 1967 Chevy Impala? What in the hell?" Your eyes widened.

"Witches man! Freaking witches!" Dean muttered, "Baby please for once can you stop touching me. It's freaking uncomfortable". The woman huffed and got up from Dean's lap.

"It doesn't look uncomfortable. I think you are kind of enjoying this", you raised one eyebrow at Dean.

"Uncomfortable? My car just gave a fucking lap dance and this-this is a natural body reaction. Y/N I'm sorry I hurt you. I never meant to. I can never cheat on you. I love you so fucking much", Dean pouted ,"Sammy, please tell me you know how to change Kim Kardashian over there back to my car".

"Dean uh-that's the problem. There is no reverse spell and the witch is already dead. It says that the spell will wear off in three days that means she will turn into a car tomorrow", Sam pointed out.

"I'll be back to my original self tomorrow? Oh my God, Dean did you hear that? I'll be back to normal tomorrow, then you can ride me as much as you want on full speed. Maybe after you wash me. I was so dirty after the last ride", Baby said while playing with the hem of Dean's shirt.

"Great. Until then, I will be in my room. I don't want to see my boyfriend having sex with his car. See ya tomorrow boys", you grabbed two bottles of beer.

"Y/N! Sweetheart don't leave me here alone and horny with my car who wants to get into my pants," Dean begged which made you and Sam erupt into a fit of giggles.

"Son of a bitch! I swear I'll hunt down and burn alive every single witch existing in this whole world!" Dean groaned which only made you two laugh even more.

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suckmysupernatural · 4 years

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Weighted Blanket

Word Count: ~1900, Oneshot

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety, medication, language, glass

Summary: Reader has anxiety and panic attacks, today is an off day and Dean helps the reader. Slight fluff

Author’s Note: Hi! I’m Sarah and this is my first fic! Let me know what you think of the fic, what I can improve upon, etc. Also feel free to give some fic ideas :) Thanks for reading my loves. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I woke up, I knew that today was going to be another one of my bad days. There was nothing wrong or tangible that I could place the blame on. It had been a while since I had a bad day. At least I wasn’t waking up in some shitty hotel room or with a hunt planned for the day. Today I got to wake up in the bunker, in the bed that Dean and I shared. Rolling over, I saw that Dean wasn’t laying next to me like I had hoped. Sitting up my heart began to pound. Where is he? Is Dean okay? Where is he? My questions were answered quickly, with my phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was Dean.

Hey sweetheart. Sammy and I went out to town on a supply run, need anything?

Breathing a sigh of relief, I opened my bedside drawer. Grabbing my medication, I didn’t hear the familiar rattle of pills. Crap. During my last panic attack I had taken my last pill. I didn’t make a note on my phone or tell Dean and my mind would always get so foggy during and after a panic attack. It’s a good thing that Dean is already in town. Grabbing my phone, I type up a quick reply to his earlier question.

Yes, can you pick up my meds from the pharmacy? I’m all out.

Putting my phone down to wait for a response, I climbed out of bed and stretched the overnight stiffness out of my muscles. About to head to the bathroom, I was interrupted by a familiar sound. “Faithfully” by Journey, my ringtone for Dean, started playing. Picking up the phone, I pressed the green button to answer the call.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to come home?” Dean blurted out as soon as I put the phone to my ear. The corners of my lips turned up in a smile. I was so lucky to have someone who cared so much about me.

“Yes, I am okay. I just woke up feeling… off. I’m fine though. I just remembered that my medication ran out from last time, I need a refill just in case. But don’t worry. I’m going to take a shower and then make some breakfast. It’ll be done by the time you guys get back so don’t eat anything while you are out.”

“Okay… Well if you need me to come home at any point just text. We don’t have many errands to run so it shouldn’t take long,” Dean said, trying to cover up the worry in his voice.

“Thank you. I love you, see you soon,” I responded.

“Love you too, sweetheart.” Dean replied and then hung up the phone. I was still feeling uneasy but I’m not surprised. My anxiety didn’t simply go away when it should. There were things I could do to help, though. I grabbed my phone and made my way into the bathroom. Scrolling through Spotify, I clicked on the playlist that I had made for days like this. It was a compilation of gentle acoustic covers of classic rock songs. Listening to the originals made my heart rate go even higher, so I stuck to the more relaxing versions. I connected my phone to the waterproof bluetooth speaker I had put in the shower, letting the music fill the room. I turned on the shower and slipped off the T-shirt and cotton shorts that I had slept in. Hopping into the shower, I let the warm water cascade down your shoulders and back, releasing the tension. I lathered my hair with my favorite shampoo, inhaling the apple scent that I loved. “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas flowed through the speakers and I sang along while washing the suds out of my hair. Putting my conditioner in, I could still feel that my heart was beating faster than it normally did, but I accepted it and continued my shower routine. Once I finished rinsing out my hair, washing my body, and shaving my legs I turned off the shower as the water was slowly turning cold. I wrapped myself in the fuzzy white towel that hung on a hook next to the shower. I had stolen it on a hunt a few months back. A ghost was haunting a fancy hotel, which had been a nice change of pace from the usual dumps I stayed in.

With one hand holding the towel up and the other holding my phone, I walked the short way back to the bedroom. I opened my closet, already knowing what I was going to wear. I grabbed the clothes that I always wore on bad days, it was the comfiest outfit I owned. The first item was an oversize, lightweight blue T-shirt. The material was extra soft and thin. I also had a pair of Dean’s sweatpants. They had become mine after I had stolen them once and realized how comfortable they were. They were old and grey, some might call them ratty. I slipped on the shirt and pulled on the sweats, rolling the waist of them so that I didn’t trip on them when I went to walk. Along with the clothes, I pulled out my teddy bear slippers. They were a gag gift from my sister a few Christmases back, but they were so soft and warm that I had to keep them.

Feeling cozy and warm, I made my way into the kitchen. Reaching the threshold I stopped and closed my eyes. I could feel myself shaking, feeling antsy and unsettled. Not wanting to keep still, I made my way to the pantry and pulled out what I needed to make pancakes. I mixed up the ingredients and turned on the stove.

Flipping the last pancake, I heard the front door of the bunker open and close. Perfect timing, I thought smiling. The brothers’ voices grew louder as they got closer to the kitchen.

“Hey boys! Just finished up. Make sure to put the fridge and freezer food in now. Then sit, you can unpack the rest after breakfast.” I said proudly. I was happy to provide for Same and Dean, whether it be breakfast or a hug when they needed it. They were always taking care of me and it was nice to return the favor every now and then.

“How’re you feeling?” Dean said, snaking an arm around my waist and placing a kiss onto my temple. I inhaled his musky scent and sighed, leaning my head onto his chest.

“Not my best, not my worst,” I responded, pulling out three plates and piling pancakes on each.

“Need your medication? I got it,” Dean started to rummage through the bags that he and Sam had brought in. I placed my hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“No no, I’m okay for now. Sit down, time to eat,” I said. Dean listened to my request, moving to sit across from Sam. I walked over and put a plate in front of each man. Grabbing the maple syrup, forks, and my own plate, I sat down next to Dean. Handing each brother a fork, I sighed. I loved moments like these, in the bunker, where the three of us felt like a normal family. I didn’t have to worry about an apocalypse or stitching up one, or both, of the boys after a hunt. I could just sit here with my two favorite people and enjoy our time together. We ate breakfast and chatted until the pancakes were settled into our stomachs.

Sam got up and announced that he was going to look for cases and read up on some lore. Dean and I stayed at the table with my head leaning on his shoulder. Dean’s face turned into my hair, kissing the top of my head.

“Thanks for breakfast, it was tasty,” Dean said, rubbing his stomach and then standing up, stretching slightly, “I’m gonna take a shower, you going to be okay”

“Yeah, go for it. Be warned, there might not be that much hot water,” I smirked, hoping that the shower wouldn’t be freezing for Dean. I grabbed the plates and brought them over to the sink. I didn’t mind doing the dishes, actually finding them quite calming most of the time. First, I scrubbed the bowl and frying pan I had used to make breakfast. I picked up one of the plates when I felt the lump form in my throat. No, no, no I thought, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I knew that my anxiety was starting to bubble to the surface but tried to push through it. As I started to clean off the plate in my hand my head started to feel fuzzy. My breathing started to quicken to match my increasing heart rate. I took a step back as my vision started to blur from the lack of oxygen. Before I knew it the plate had slipped from my hands, crashing and shattering on the ground. I didn’t even hear the glass break because my ears were ringing. I was sinking into a panic attack. It was somehow overwhelming and numbing at the same time. It felt like the world around me ceased to exist, trapping me in my overactive mind.

Dean came running into the kitchen with his gun drawn and hair still damp from the shower. Seeing that it was only me, he put his gun down on the kitchen table. He approached slowly, trying not to startle me into stepping on the broken glass that surrounded my feet. My hands were still in front of me as if the plate was still safely in my grasp. Dean saw that my whole body was shaking and my breaths were short and rapid.

“Sweetheart. I am going to pick you up, okay? There is glass all around your feet and I don’t want you stepping on it,” Dean said in a low voice, calm and collected. He knew that I currently didn’t have the ability to step over the glass. Seeing me nod slightly at his words, he moved closer. Dean placed one hand on my back and the other behind my knees, sweeping me up in one fluid motion. He could feel my body twitching against his as I relaxed my full body into him. He started to make his way to our bedroom, slowly in an attempt to help calm me. I opened my mouth, wanting to thank him.

“Um… I… uh….” I stutter out, trying to fight the brain fog.

“Shh sweetheart. It’s okay, I got you.” Dean whispered, laying me down onto the bed. He walked over to the closet, pulling out a weighted blanket and pulling it onto me. Opening the nightstand drawer, he pulled out the new bottle of medication, shaking a single pill into this palm. “Open up,” he said, knowing that my hands were too shaky to hold the pill myself. He placed it on my tongue before bringing a glass of water to my lips, tipping it slowly. Once I had swallowed the pill, Dean took off his shoes and slid into the bed. Wrapping his arm around me, he let me burrow myself into his chest as I attempted to match his slow breathing. Slowly, the pill started to kick in, my body starting to still. Dean softly caressed my hair with one hand, the other drawing small circles on my arm.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my eyes starting to droop.

“I’ll always take care of you,” Dean whispered back. You gave him a soft smile before falling asleep, safe in his arms.

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jingabitch · 4 years

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Armed to the Fangs ch.2

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

Pairing: eventual ot7 x reader

Warnings: some description of violence, angst, pining, maybe eventual smut (haven’t decided) but not for a looooong time, slow burn (really the slowest of burns), reader is overly attached to her gun

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: yes, this was initially supposed to go up over a day later, but when I queued it up tumblr ate the whole post :( after stewing about it I finally decided I would release it at midnight my time (i.e. new year’s day). Happy new year’s everyone! i hope 2020 is everything that 2019 was for you and more.

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“You brought a hunter back?!”

Seokjin was furious. Namjoon held out his hands placatingly, but Taehyung flinched back, never having seen Jin that angry before, and tried to hide behind the older man.

“Jin-hyung, it was an emergency,” Namjoon tried to explain.

“Taehyung trying to drain someone when he knows he’s not supposed to is not an emergency, and you all know that hunters are off-limits! Are you trying to start a bloodbath?”

Taehyung sulked. “They’d lose anyway,” he said petulantly.

“Not. The. Point.” Jin scowled.

“Jin-hyung, she smells like Minhee did,” Namjoon interjected, trying to head off what was sure to be a lengthy lecture from Jin about obeying the rules and respecting his elders. They really didn’t have time for it, and besides, Taehyung had heard it about a million times already.

“Yah, you can’t abduct someone just because they remind you of – ”

“No, hyung, she doesn’t smell similar to her, she smells exactly like her.”

That left the older man speechless for a while, but he’d just opened his mouth to respond when Namjoon added, “And both Tae and I reacted.”

Taehyung, watching the terse exchange, piped up. “Who’s Minhee?” he asked curiously, and Namjoon rolled his shoulders awkwardly. They mostly avoided talking about her, out of respect for Hoseok’s feelings, so the younger boys didn’t know about her.

“Uh, she was Hoseok’s mate,” Jin explained shortly.

“What? Hoseok-hyung doesn’t have a mate,” Taehyung said, confused. His brow furrowed.

“He doesn’t now,” Namjoon muttered, and that was enough to shut the younger vampire up, even though he had more questions than ever.

Jin sighed. “I suppose what’s done is done. Where is she? If she hasn’t woken up yet, we can just leave her back where we found her and she’ll be none the wiser.”

“Wait, hyung, you’re still not convinced? There’s something fishy going on here! We shouldn’t both feel the pull to Hoseok’s mate!”

“Yeah, I don’t want her to leave,” Taehyung objected, remembering again how good you smelled. He’d mistaken the reaction initially for bloodlust, especially since it was clear that you were a hunter from the fucking rifle strapped to your back, but after witnessing how small and vulnerable you’d looked unconscious, his heart had squeezed and suddenly he wanted to protect you from the big bad world.

Your blood still smelled like nothing else to him, of course, but his desire to drain you dry was now tempered by these newfound instincts to protect you. He knew from the lore what that meant – you were his mate. Only now he was being told that you were, apparently, Hoseok’s mate, and it was all very confusing for him.

“Fine, let’s go and see her. Where did you leave her?” Seokjin stood up with a sigh, resting his hands on his desk.

“With Jungkook. He’s watching her.”

You came to slowly, your head pounding as you squinted against the dim lighting in the room. You stared up at the ceiling for a moment, idly trying to put the pieces back together, when it came rushing back to you and you leapt up, already in a fighting stance, reaching for the gun on your hip – which was, of course, not there.

“Oh, you’re awake!” came from the side of the room, and you whipped around, reaching for first your thigh holster – which wasn’t there either, and then the knives in your boots – only to realize that you were barefoot.

“Who the fuck are you?!” you demanded a little wildly at the man – boy? – sitting in a cozy-looking chair against the wall.

“Woah, hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, holding his hands out placatingly. “Can you sit down, please? You seem kind of pale to be getting up like that.”

You squinted at him, although you couldn’t see that well in the dim light. The way his eyes gleamed at you, though, was enough to let you know that he wasn’t human, and that let you know that you weren’t safe. You didn’t know where you were, or what was going on, but hell if you were going down without a fight.

“Hey, come on, I swear I won’t hurt you. I won’t even get up from my seat, okay? Please go lie down,” he begged.

You narrowed your eyes at him. What kind of trick was this? “You’re waiting for me to let my guard down before you attack,” you sneered at him. “Do you think I’m stupid? Where the fuck is all my stuff?”

He rolled his eyes then, the picture of nonchalance. “All your weapons,” he said, “are on the table over there. Now do you believe I’m not going to hurt you? I wouldn’t have left them in plain sight if I was really keen on draining you,” he pointed out reasonably.

He had a point, so you walked over to the table, still scowling, and started checking your weapons to make sure they hadn’t been tampered with. Once that was done, you strapped your waist and thigh holsters back on, then stepped into your boots.

“Um,” he sounded panicked now, “you aren’t actually going to leave, are you?”

You ignored his question, shrugging into your jacket instead, then picking up your rifle. “Don’t follow me,” you instructed before making your way to the door.

As luck would have it, however, right before your hand touched the doorknob, the door swung inwards towards you, hitting you square in the face.

“Argh, fuck,” you swore, rearing back, your hands going to your face.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, are you okay, miss?” The man sitting in the room leapt up and hurried to you. Though your vision was blurry with tears, once he got close enough you saw that he was mind-numbingly gorgeous, with big doe eyes that looked frantic. He looked like he was going to touch you, but then thought better of it as you stepped away from him, glaring as best you could.

“Jesus, good going, Tae,” one of the new entrants to the room snickered. They started bickering quietly, but you were a little distracted by the excruciating pain in your nose. You sniffled, still holding it, hoping against hope that it wouldn’t bleed while you were in a room full of vampires.

A second later, all of them snapped to attention and you sighed inwardly. Of course this had to happen right as you were about to leave.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” the vampire who’d made the snarky remark earlier said quietly. All of them just stood there watching you like idiots while you frantically tried to pinch your nose and tilt your head back to stem the bleeding, until finally you couldn’t take it anymore and screamed, “Jesus fuck, will someone get some tissues and ice or something?!”

That sent them scurrying into action, Jungkook rushing to get tissues from his bedside table while Taehyung ran down to the kitchen to get something cold for you to put on your face. You sat down on the edge of the bed and Jungkook hesitantly placed the box right beside you, before retreating a safe distance away. He was holding his breath to avoid the smell of your blood, and he stared frantically at Namjoon and Seokjin, who looked like they’d been struck dumb, their mouths hanging open as they tried to come to terms with what was happening.

Breaking the awkward silence that fell over the room as they just watched you stuff tissues up your nose, Taehyung burst in carrying a frozen pack. “Here, put this on your face,” he said gently as he handed it to you, squatting in front of you.

With a garbled thank you, you took it from him and held it over your nose. The pain started subsiding and you sighed in relief, but as the pain ebbed your mental faculties returned and you started looking around the room.

“Why am I here?” you asked. Since they hadn’t taken advantage of your weakened state earlier to attack, you felt a little more at ease, and ready to find out what they wanted with you.

That is, until you lowered the ice pack that the vampire currently looking up at you in concern had passed to you, and examined it properly for the first time.

“Christ, is this a frozen blood pack?!” you exclaimed in disgust. You didn’t think you were a squeamish person, by any means – you were basically a certified EMT at this point after all the training you’d had patching yourself and the other hunters up – but this was a different kind of gross.

“Um, yes, we don’t really keep ice or frozen peas around,” the vampire explained sheepishly.

“Oh, I see,” you hummed awkwardly, looking up from the blood pack in your lap to him. In the dim lighting, you could see that he too was extraordinarily handsome, with a narrow nose and a piercing stare. Wait a minute. You stared a little harder, your brow furrowing in recognition.

Then you scrambled back, reaching again for your gun. “It’s you!” you cried out, pointing it once more at his forehead.

His eyes widened in panic as he raised his hands in the air. “Hey, no, no, please,” he tried to calm you down. “Come on, I got you an ice pack and I’ve just been sitting here, don’t I deserve a little trust?”

“You tried to kill me in an alley,” you gritted out, unable to believe the gall of this man.

“Well, so did you!” he exclaimed defensively, pouting.

“Yeah, out of self-defense!”

“You would have done it even if I hadn’t attacked you!”

“Yes, because if you hadn’t attacked me it would have been someone else! I’m supposed to protect humans from scum like you!”

“Hey, that’s not nice,” he protested, and you felt the strangest urge to apologize and comfort him. Damn these vampires for looking so good. It was messing with your head – the vampires you’d seen before had always looked slightly wild and pale, with enormous fangs that they couldn’t hide and bright red eyes that were glassy and unfocused. The only thing that tipped you off to the fact that these men were the same breed was their eyes, although they were a darker, almost wine colour that could probably pass for brown in the right lighting.

They only flashed crimson when they were hunting, and you had vivid memories of this particular vampire’s eyes flashing red in the darkness as he hurtled towards you. The memory kept any guilt at bay. “Trying to drain me wasn’t nice either,” you countered.

Namjoon, sensing that Taehyung was getting nowhere, cleared his throat. You looked up at him, although your gun remained pointed at Taehyung.

“Please put your weapon away. None of us are going to hurt you, and I’m sure you have some questions that we’re prepared to answer.” You had no way of knowing how safe you were – all four of the boys had somehow bonded to you, and were now willing to die to protect you – but you were curious about where you were and who they were, so you slowly brought your gun down, resting it against the bed, although your fingers were still curled around it, ready to take fire and aim at a moment’s notice.

“All right,” you started, swallowing hard. “For starters, where am I?”

“At our house,” Namjoon said, and you raised a brow at him. Such non-answers were not part of the deal. Your fingers tightened slightly on the gun.

“Jesus, will you be patient?” he huffed. “As I was saying, this is the compound where my brothers and I live. There are seven of us in total.”

You nodded, accepting his answer for now. “Why did you bring me back here?”

Namjoon hesitated. This was a more difficult question. Based on your hostility towards them – and the idea of vampires in general – he was pretty sure you wouldn’t react well to knowing what was actually going on, especially since they didn’t have any satisfactory answers for you, and he didn’t really want to be shot. Vampire or not, getting your brains blown out wasn’t exactly something you could heal.

“Well…” he started carefully, “We sensed something different about you.”

You nodded, motioning for him to continue. “It’s difficult to put into words,” because the words were that she was their mate, “but suffice it to say that we think it’s best for you to stay here while we figure it all out.”

“Stay here? You mean as a hostage? What the fuck – ”

“No, no, no, no,” he cut you off hastily. “You would be our honoured guest.”

“Your honoured guest?! Are you absolutely insane – ”

Seokjin lost his patience at your continued intransigence and stood up. “Call it what you will. You’re not leaving.” Then he stood up and walked out of the room. It seemed to be a sign; you looked on in wide-eyed confusion as all of them followed suit, the one who’d been squatting in front of you throwing you a forlorn look as he went.

You heard the sound of a lock falling into place and screeched in frustration, running to slam your fists against the door. “Are you crazy? You can’t just keep me here! Let me out!” you screamed, violently pounding the door and turning the door handle over and over again, to no avail, of course.

“Well, that went well,” Namjoon deadpanned as they regrouped back in Jin’s study.

“Shut up, Joon,” Jin bitched from his usual seat behind the desk. Namjoon was seated on one of the chairs placed on the other side of the desk, his feet on the other, and Taehyung and Jungkook were leaning on each other on the couch against the wall behind Namjoon.

“She smells nice,” Jungkook said, smiling dreamily down at his hands in his lap. He’d known, of course, what it would feel like when he found his mate, but hearing descriptions of what it would feel like was very different from actually experiencing it.

Namjoon, who had been soft for Jungkook since the day he met him, just smiled indulgently at him. “At least you reacted better than Tae did.”

“Hey, I was hungry and I didn’t realize who she was when I first scented her,” Taehyung whined in protest.

“You didn’t know?!” Jungkook sounded scandalized.

Taehyung scowled. “Sorry I’m not good at everything like you,” he shot back defensively.

Jungkook didn’t even respond to the barb. “I’m glad you found her, though. Thank you, hyung,” he said, going in for a hug at the same time. Begrudgingly, Taehyung hugged him back.

“Don’t be so quick to thank him; the reason she’s scared out of her mind of us is because Tae tried to drain her,” Namjoon added drolly.

“Hyung!” “I didn’t know!” Both boys yelled out in unison.

Jimin, with impeccable timing, wandered into the room with wide eyes. “Hey, did you guys know that there’s a girl screaming bloody murder inside Kookie’s room?”

“Ah, yes, welcome, Chim,” Seokjin said, rubbing his temples with his fingers. “That girl happens to be our mate.”

“Oh, you found your – wait, ‘our’?” Jimin, who’d started out with a sanguine smile as he congratulated his brother, did an almost comical double take, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Which was a rather large possibility, actually. None of them, not even Namjoon with his huge library, had ever come across any mention of two vampires having the same mate. Even finding your mate was an exceedingly rare occurrence, and only born vampires had them.

“Yeah, surprise,” Namjoon said, grimacing. “You know what, why don’t you go meet her too – with our luck, she’ll probably be your mate as well.”

“Sure, who’s more lucky, her or us?” Taehyung deadpanned, and Jungkook laughed, because it was true. All the known born vampires left were living under this roof, and more than half of them were mated to the same girl. Who happened to be a hunter who was likely to blow their brains out at any one moment. Go figure.

Jimin, seeing that his two younger brothers were sitting on the couch, went to join them, nudging Taehyung aside until he made room for the smaller man. “What’s your mate like?” he asked, leaning on Taehyung and resting his head on his shoulder.

"She's the cutest," Taehyung sighed beatifically. "She's a hunter, and she wears all leather, and she tried to shoot my brains out."

Jimin hesitated. "Uhhh... that sounds... nice?"

"She's pretty when she's unconscious," Jungkook added.

"Right..." Jimin said, sounding even more unsure now. "She sounds... really cool..."

"She's smart, too," Namjoon added, eager now to start talking about his mate. Even though you hadn't talked much, he was still taken with you.

Seokjin stayed silent, because unfortunately, he didn't have much to share, having only snapped that one sentence to you and storming out right after. He didn't think you'd even so much as looked at him directly. Instead, he sulked quietly, having nothing to add to the conversation. This was so not how he’d envisioned meeting his mate.

“Yah, who did you trap in the house? She’s making a racket loud enough to raise the dead,” Yoongi strolled into the room, scowling. Seokjin dropped his head on the table, groaning, and Namjoon leaned over to pat him on the shoulder.

Once the situation had been explained to him too, Seokjin finally raised his head from where he’d been softly hitting it against the wood of his desk.

“You okay there, hyung?” Yoongi asked sardonically, a raised brow conveying his thoughts on the situation perfectly.

“Fuck off,” Seokjin grumbled. “Everybody get out, I have work to do.”

“What are you working on?” Jimin piped up curiously.

“I need to write to the Guild to figure this situation out,” Jin sighed, already getting his nice paper out of the drawer. “Tempting though it may seem, we can’t just kidnap a hunter and hope for the best.”

“Jesus, why don’t you just send a bloody email, hyung?” Jungkook scoffed.

Jin scowled. “Out!” he yelled, that vein in his forehead throbbing, and everyone laughed as they filed out of the room.

You’d screamed yourself hoarse, banging on the door and yelling threats and profanities until you couldn’t anymore, before you realized that this likely wasn’t the best way to get yourself out, if everyone in the house was in on this plan of keeping you locked here.

Then you started plotting how to get out. The door appeared to be made of sturdy wood, but you tried hurling yourself against it a couple times anyway, just to be sure. That got you nothing but an achy shoulder, and what you were sure would be a hell of a bruise in a few hours.

Since that was clearly not going to work, you started examining the lock. If it had been a traditional lock, you might have been able to jimmy it open with your knife or a hairpin, but it was one of those newfangled digital locks without even a keyhole, and you snarled in frustration. It wasn’t even one that had a code, which would have been irritating but you’d have gotten it at some point, but one that needed a fingerprint.

“God fucking damn it,” you swore as you knelt in front of the door to examine the lock up close. Would it be possible to shoot the lock off the door? After peering at it from all angles, you decided that it would be too risky. If you broke the mechanism while the door was locked, it might just jam the door shut altogether.

You stood up and took a step back, chewing on your bottom lip in concentration. There had to be a way to get out of this damn room. You glanced around, trying to see if there was a window or something you could jimmy open. There was a large one, and you went over to it, examining it to see if it would open. Maybe you could shatter the glass…?

A closer look and a rap of your knuckles against the glass told you that wouldn’t be possible. Seriously, who the fuck uses bulletproof glass in their windows? Maybe you could pick the lock on the window?

You were just about to shoot the hinges off the door – thankfully, although you hadn’t thought so earlier, the door opened inward, so the hinges were inside the room – when it opened.

“Woah, hey there,” yet another unknown vampire greeted, his hands in the air as he caught sight of the gun in your hands.

“Jesus Christ, not this again,” you muttered, but put your gun away reluctantly.

“Wow, they weren’t kidding,” the vampire marveled, staring straight at you.

“What the hell are you looking at?” you snapped irritably, and he snapped back to attention.

“Right…” he muttered under his breath. “Hi, I’m Jimin, and you are?” he asked brightly.

You eyed him suspiciously. “Y/N,” you offered finally.

“Well, Y/N, I’m here to apologize on behalf of my brothers, and ask if you needed anything for your stay. Food, water?”

“Freedom, maybe?” you asked dryly.

He winced. “Um, yeah, we’re working on that…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, can I at least know why I’m being forced to stay here?” you asked with resignation, going to sit on the edge of the bed.

“We’re kind of working on that too…” he trailed off, unsure of what he was actually allowed to tell you. Now that he knew you was his mate as well, things were getting really confusing and weird and you looked freaked out enough about the whole situation as it was.

“Sure, that tracks,” you muttered under your breath, but with his enhanced hearing he picked it up perfectly.

“Really, we can get you anything you want – just let us know,” Jimin offered, your obvious misery making him feel bad. “I’ll get you something to eat, okay? Just hang on.”

“It’s not like I have a choice, do I?” you asked. “You know that hunters are going to be crawling all over this place soon, right? You’re going to have an all-out war on your hands if you don’t let me go like, yesterday.”

Jimin grimaced. “Just hang tight,” he said, before making his speedy escape. His mate might be gorgeous and smell better than anything he’d ever encountered, but she was a little scary.

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nat-20s · 4 years

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PROMPT! the first time the s1 archive gang hangs out outside of work (any variation of the group, doesn’t have to be All of them)

This is only the Archive Assistant sqaud, bc I’m sorry Jon, but no bosses allowed. Also it’s VERY silly and soft bc sometimes u just wanna write nice things u know

(also also fuck I lovecompletely missed that this said “first time” they hang out but uhh. I hope u like it anyway.)

Tim Stoker like to think that, sometimes, not to toot his own horn, but he can be something of a genius. When a cousin’s cousin had offered to let him use their cozy little cabin for a night or two in exchange for help with moving, he had been struck with what could only be humbly described as “inspiration of the most divine nature”. For, as nice as a Friday evening away from it all by himself sounds, it’s so much nicer for a Friday evening away from it all to serve as Archival Assistants Bonding Time™. Or well, more like Tim and Sasha, Who Are Already Best Friends Forever, Figure Out What Martin’s Deal Is, Because For A Guy So Chatty, He Sure Is Mysterious Time™, but that’s not nearly as catchy. Truly, his plan was brilliant, bringing two compatriots and an excessive amount of food and drink to a spot away from the prying eyes of the world and bosses, and feast in the openness and silliness that comes from having a great fucking time.

His plan, and his genius, were tragically derailed. While he knew on their drive up that the air was rapidly getting cooler, Tim couldn’t have even pretended to predict that an hour into their stay would bring a freak blizzard that means they’re snowed in for the next three days, which was 3 times longer than he had accounted on spending with his coworkers/friends. There was more than enough food to last them, and almost enough alcohol, but as Sasha so kindly put it:

“First you make us reenact the first scene of every bad teen slasher movie, now there’s a fucking white out. If we lose power, I’m telling you, there is absolutely going to be a murder.”

“Pfft, no way. The guy who owns this place is one of those weird ass prepper types, there’s a back up generator for the back up generator. And even if we did lose power, we’re all much more the “huddle for warmth under a shared blanket in front of the roaring fire” types than the “get panicked and stab someone in darkness” types, right? Back me up here, Marto.”

Martin, who at three shots in is both hilarious and mean, directs his response to Sasha. “in the event of a black-out I vote we kill Tim. I can take him down and you can finish the job.”

Sasha tips her cup at him, saying, “I like the way you think,” at the same time that Tim yells out, “Hey! Why am I the one dying?!”

Sasha tells him, “Duh. This whole thing was your idea, which makes you the Dr. Black* of this situation. Any good mansion murder mystery dictates the the host dies first. Then, in a moment of entirely unplanned synchronization, her and Martin start chanting, “Host dies first! Host dies first!”

“Okay, you know what? Fuck both of y’all, it’s not my fault that you’re both thoroughbred city slickers that can’t handle being in a cabin with plumbing and running water and electricity. Didn’t either of you go camping as kids?”

Sasha replies “No I’m far too pretty for that,” while Martin bursts out laughing. It takes about 20 seconds for him to settle down. Wiping away a tear, he elaborates, “Sorry, sorry, just. Can not imagine my mother on a camping trip. I mean, sure, she probably hoped at one point or another that I’d be lost in the woods as a child, or maybe even now, but I think that’s a bit different.”

Tim leans over the kitchen counter, placing his chin in his hands as he says, “Oh shit, Martin lore. Spill the deets.”

Sasha, who’s loyalties tend to sway towards whatever’s most interesting in the moment, piles on with, “You called her your mother, not your mum. That’s means she’s pretty much a right bastard, or a member of the aristocracy, which is just another term for right bastard but you got to grow up as a rich kid. Am I right?”

It’s clear the the two of them have made a grave mistake. All joviality flees Martin’s expression, and he shrinks down both his physical presence and his voice to something that could easily be overlooked if someone wasn’t paying attention. “Oh, um, well, I definitely didn’t grow up as a rich kid. And, it terms of the ‘right bastard’ thing, she’s not- er. That’s to say, she’s- she’s sick and. She’s doing the best she can, given, given everything.”

Martin pointedly looks at his hands while Tim and Sasha panickedly look at each other. They go to either side of him, and when he doesn’t flinch away, they each place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Tim immediately feels the itch to fill the heavy quiet, and he happens to know he has quite the talent for blazing on ahead after these kinds of moments. It’s how he’s survived basically party for the past decade. “Ooookay, I’m gonna go ahead and say that all depressing familial reveals shall be held off until at least the second night of being trapped. While Sasha may have irritatingly few skeletons in her closet in that regard-”

“I have Tory grandparents?”

“We all have Tory grandparents Sash, that’s absolutely nothing. As I was saying, while Sash’s family is boring and semi functional, you and me are gonna do some fuckin’ commiserating on our journey from work friends to friend friends. However, I’m going to have to be 40% drunker, go through a decently strong hangover, and then once again get hair of the dog drunk before I can even start to consider heading down that path. And in that spirit, I think it’s time to start up the drinking games. Truth or dare might end up a bit too heavy for our needs, but Never Have I Ever should suit us just fine. I know I’m gonna regret saying this considering Sasha is 100% going to target my ass, but I think we should establish that whoever puts all ten fingers down first has to chug the rest of the box wine.”

Sasha pipes up with, “Ugh, no, not drinking games, that’s such twenty-something bullshit. I expected better from you.”

“Hey, Martin is a twenty-something, so that still works fine actually-”

“Tim!”

“What?”

Martin’s directing wide, bordering on frantic, eyes at him, and Tim is almost certainly missing something, though he can’t for the life of him figure it out. Sasha’s head is bobbing slightly between the two of them, and shes apparently able to parse what Tim has not. “Oh! Martin, uh, I already know that you’re 2, and it’s cool.”

“Did..did Tim tell you or?”

Tim scoffs out an “I wouldn’t!” even though there’s a distinct possibility that, entirely on accident, he would, and Sasha makes a reassuring coo. “No, no, babe, nothing like that. It’s just that, uh, the Magnus Institute is kind of notorious for not doing any background checks pretty much ever, so when I get a new coworker, I..do it myself.”

Martin’s face blanches, and his eyes somehow get even wider. “Oh god, please don’t tell Jon or Elias, I know I don’t have the credentials, but I really need-”

“Woah, woah, I’m not gonna do that. First of all, archival assistant squad, we ride together we die together in a snowed in god forsaken log cabin, secondly, it’d be hypocritical as fuck if I got up your ass about qualifications. Not a single one of us is qualified for our jobs, not even Jon. Maybe especially not Jon. It’s like, raise your hand if you have a degree in library sciences. No one? Okay, cool, that’s not weird at all for an archive. Actually, maybe bring that up next time he gives you shit. He’ll be all like ‘bluh bluh, you didn’t document this spooky bullshit well enough, it’s not up to the High Standards here at Spooky Bullshit Emporium’ and you can be like ‘whatever buddy, you’re an English major, what do you fuckin’ know?’. It’ll be devastating. He’ll be devastated.”

Martin laughs in the manner of someone who knows that they shouldn’t be, and his shoulders relax into a lower position. “Why would you want me to devastate him? I thought you guys were friends?”

“We are, which is why we all collectively need to get back at Jon for acting like such a prick. He’s always been a bit temperamental, but I honestly don’t get what his deal is, especially with you. I mean, c’mon, you’re great, being mean to you is like kicking a puppy.”

“Thanks? I think?”

Tim pipes up with, “Oooo, since drinking games are apparently too childish for Sasha, what if instead we play ‘What’s Jon’s Deal Anyway, Featuring, Seriously, Why Target Martin, The Baby of The Archives’-”

“-That feels a bit reductive of who I am and I also I think I’m technically older than Jon?-”

“-Whoever comes up with the best explanation, and by best obviously I mean most entertaining, gets an all expense paid trip from the other two to one of the charity shops I know we all frequent.”

Sasha snorts, “Wow, a whole twenty quid, who could resist such temptation. But also, I’m in, I think I have a winner and I have a violent need to out-cardigan Jon.”

Martin’s relaxation is gone again, which Tim thinks need to be fixed through aggressively passing a glass of wine towards him. He takes it without protest, takes a long drink, and says, “This seems more like 3 am conversation than a 9 pm one.”

Sasha gives an encouraging nudge, prompting another drink, and replies, “Yeah, well, I am not gonna make it to 3 am. I’ve got about an hour until the Alcohol Sleepiness sets in, and I know Tim will be right behind me.”

“Sashaaaaaa, you’re ruining my reputation as a young-at-heart, party-all-night kind of guy.”

“Babe, you’ve complained about your bones aching often enough that you’ve never had that reputation.”

“Surrounded by mean drunks, that’s what I am. I should be pitied.”

Martin shoots a glance towards Sasha, then replies, “You’d be more pitiable if this entire thing wasn’t, you know, entirely your own fault.”

Sasha nods sagely, “It’s true. If you were pitiable then maybe you wouldn’t have to die first.”

“You know what? I am uncomfortable with the energy that’s been created in this room, how about we divert some of that towards complaining about our bosses, as coworkers who are hanging out and having a good time and not bullying me are supposed to do.”

Sasha giggles slightly as she leans down and presses a kiss to Tim’s cheek. “Aw, sorry, Tim. I promise to double cross Martin when if becomes killing time.”

Tim melts a little, even as he’s replying, “Wait, when?” Martin takes another sip and says, “Whatever. I could take you both.”

How the hell are you supposed to resist a set up like that? With an over the top wink and cheesy grin, Tim says, “I bet you could, big guy.”

He’s expecting a slightly flustered reaction, maybe a higher pitched voice and a blush, if he’s lucky. He gets all of those things, but it’s Sasha saying, “Oh my god.” Martin only gives him a raised eyebrow and level stare, and Tim makes a mental note to reevaluate his dedication to only considering Martin in a strictly platonic fashion. Sasha continues talking, cutting through the..tension? with, “Okay, now I am uncomfortable with the energy that’s been created in this room. Tim, tell the studio audience what you think is up with Jon.”

Tim blinks, hard, gives a shake of his head, and says, “Oh, obviously the Jon we know is dead. His ‘promotion’ to Head Archivist was actually Elias killing him off and replacing him with a robot that has the command If: see Martin Then: be dick. Don’t worry Marto, now that Sasha is aware of the issue, she’ll surely be able to reprogram him.”

Sasha hums a bit, then says, “I buy it. I think my explanation’s better, but Elias does seem the “kill a dude and replace him” type. Like if I was gonna suspect any particular person of murder he’s in the top five.”

“Seriously? Elias? Somehow has middle manager vibes even though he’s the head honcho Elias? Mr. ‘I probably wore boat shoes and khaki shorts for the entirety of university’ Bouchard? Voted most likely to put a thin layer of mayo in between two pieces of white bread and claim it’s a sandwich Elias? The area man that’s almost certainly gone on record as saying that golf and networking are his favorite hobbies Elias? He’s far too boring to have committed a murder.”

Tim’s looking at Martin with shock and delight, and he knows Sasha is wearing the exact same expression. “More of this. Please describe more of the things that Elias is.”

“I mean, sure? Uhh, guy that would pay $80 for a dime bag because you told him it’s a premium strain. Person that ironically says things like “kids these days” and “the youths” and you know he’s talking about people well into their 30s. Genuinely believes that if you can afford a cell phone then you shouldn’t be complaining about being poor, because apparently a one time purchase of around a hundred bucks is the same as trying to pay monthly rent. Tells people to haul themselves up by their bootstraps. Thinks he got to where he was ‘without anybody’s handouts’ even though he’s had a trust fund since he was 15. Writes weekly editorials to the local newspaper complaining about the liberalization of media, and they’re like ‘sir, please stop submitting to us, we’re just trying to talk about Lisa’s gardening club’ because they can’t professionally tell him to fuck off. Thinks salt and pepper are the only spices one could ever possibly need, everything else is simply excessive. Somehow gay and homophobic. Like, yes, he’s taken a male lover, but he’s also seconds away from calling you a slur at any one time. Actually, no, that’s too interesting, and I refuse to believe he’s had a lover. Legally, he cannot have a lover, I’ve decided, so just gay and homophobic, both in theory alone. Has said that Boris Johnson is “a bit much, but really not so bad, and much better than any of the alternatives, really.” All of the cousins in his family banded together and officially got him banned from any sort of major holiday dinners. Basically every shitty boss you’ve ever had, especially if you’ve worked retail, rolled into one.”

Tim lets out a low whistle. “Damn, all right. Get fucked Elias.”

Sasha emphatically agrees, “Get fucked Elias.”

They all clink their glasses together, and then there’s a beat of silence before Martin says, “I’m pretty sure robots can’t get eye bags.”

Tim and Sasha let out a “huh” and “hmm?” respectively, so Martin elaborates. “You posited that Jon had been replaced with a robot. Pretty sure robots aren’t able to look that tired.”

Tim snaps. “Drat, you’ve pointed out the one flaw in my impeccable logic. So what d’you think is up with him? I know you don’t have the Before The Archives comparison, but I think you could provide a fresh perspective.”

“Oh, fuck, I don’t know. Two months ago, I might have had some choice words, but first off, you all genuinely got on, so it didn’t really make sense for him to be awful all the time, and secondly ever since the, um, worm thing, he’s actually been pretty nice? I haven’t heard any snide comments, and whenever I mess something up he’s a lot more, um, gentle about explaining what wrong. He actually complimented my work the other day so. I guess I think Jon’s deal was that he was stressed out and I was very nervous and not very good at my job and he picked up on that?”

“So you think he’s like a horse.”

“Explain.”

“He sensed your fear and he became skittish and irritable in kind.”

“Horses can sense fear?”

“Horses can sense everything.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“Right?”

“Guys, we’ve gone on like four different tangents in one conversation. Martin, I’m very glad to hear that Jon’s changed his behavior towards, because it means I don’t have to yell at him on your behalf, you’re getting to see the person that me and Tim both know who is actually pretty cool, and also mostly because it feeds perfectly into my winning theory.”

“What, you’ve got something better than Martin’s ‘accurate but boring’ reasoning or my ‘super cool but now that I think about it for .5 seconds actually kind of a bummer robot’ knowledge?”

Sasha’s incredibly self-assured when she says, “I sure fuckin’ do. Jon’s secretly been in love with Martin the whole time, and he’s been previously overcompensating by acting like he hates him.” which makes Tim choke on air and Martin emphatically reply, “Fuck off, he is not.”

“No, no, hear me out, I have, I have receipts, as the kids say. First point of evidence: Martin’s stupid hot, and there’s no way that Jon is straight, so obviously he’s not gonna be impervious to that.”

“What?”

“Oh come off it Martin, it’s just a fact. Like, me personally? I don’t even do the whole romance thing, but the first time I ever saw you I blacked out slightly and thought ‘Now there’s a man I could raise some ferrets with.’.”

“I, um, I, well. Is that...supposed to be a euphemism for something?”

“What? No, I’ve just always wanted ferrets, and asking someone to raise pets with you is like the height of romance, I’m pretty sure. Back me up here Tim.”

“On the ferret thing or the Martin hot thing?”

“Either? Both.”

“Aight. Yes, asking someone to raise ferrets with you is basically a marriage proposal if that someone is Sasha, and I hate to break it to you Martin, but you’re incredibly good-looking. We’re all incredibly good-looking, to the point where I think the only qualification for the archives staff is being a straight up hottie. OH! We should name the group chat “straight up hottie squad”. Anyway, yep, point for Sasha.”

“Not a point for Sasha, even if I believe you about about my, em, physical attractiveness,-”

“-Don’t have to put belief in a fact, Marto-”

“-that doesn’t mean anything. By that logic, he’s equally as likely to be in love with either of you, and my money would be on Sasha if it was anyone, because you’re clearly his favorite.”

“Ah, but that’s exactly why it isn’t me, but thank you for the transition into my second point which is: Jon is the kind of person that sees anything that might make him vulnerable and starts aggressively defending himself against it, and what’s more vulnerable than a crush? He’s not crushing on Tim, because Tim’s fucking great, but sometimes he’s also the walking, talking embodiment of sensory overload, and while I myself I love that, Jon clearly gets a bit overwhelmed by it at times. He’s not into me, because he knows better than that, and overall I’m pretty non-threatening to his whole thing, so of course he’s going to be the most relaxed around me. You, on the other hand, are single, hot, kind to animals and people alike, and make a great cup of tea. Incredibly crush worthy, thus incredibly threatening, thus Jon acting like That.”

“Hmm, this still seems like something that comes from watching one too many corny rom coms, and that’ s coming from someone who loves corny rom coms.”

“I also love corny rom coms, but that’s completely beside the point. Because, okay, sure, if Jon had just been a weird asshole to you, I wouldn’t be like ‘oh, yeah, that’s a classic case of covering for something’ but you’re right about him being nicer since the worm thing. So nice, in fact, I shall be bringing in Timothy as my star witness that’s going to blow this whole case wide open. Martin, you may not have heard how Jon has started to talk about you, but me and Tim sure have.”

“God, yeah. Like if we thought he wouldn’t shut up about you before-

“-which he wouldn’t-”

“it’s gotten way worse now.”

“I think the whole life threatening worm woman flipped a switch for him and now he’s all fuckin. ‘Oh, Martin should stay in the archives, let me give him the place that I sleep.”

“Oh, Martin, I don’t think he should go out on too many research trips anymore, I’d much prefer for him to be ~nice and close~”

“Oh, Martin, good lord, did you know that his tea is quite good? I’m think it might actually be the best I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, Martin, his work’s rather improved, don’t you think? It’s really quite impressive, especially considering all the stress he’s had to endure.”

“Oh, Martin, I just want him to take me into his big, strong arms and whisk me away from all of this.”

“He did not fucking say that last one.”

Sasha throws her arms up in the air. “He may as well have!”

Nodding sagely, Tim replies, “This whole thing holds water. I vote Sasha gets the shopping trip. Martin?”

Martin stares at his drink as if it has any ability to give him any sort of answers, then lets out a sigh with his entire body. “You know what? It’s probably nicer than whatever the fuck is the truth, so sure, why not? Let’s get Sasha her cardigans.”

Sasha lets out a whoop. “Hell yeah! Can’t wait for spree, assuming all three of us get out of this cabin alive.”

“Okay, nope, clearly Sasha needs another distraction. Got any suggestions, Martin?”

“Uh, wasn’t a karaoke machine part of the sales pitch for this place?”

“Martey babey, yes! I wouldn’t have thought you’d spring for that sort of thing!”

“If this were a public bar or something where I’d have to listen to drunk strangers and they’d have to listen to me, then no, I’d rather have my brain pulled through my nose a la mummification. But with only you guys and fourish drinks in? I’m down to clown.”

“Sash, you with us?”

“Dunno, what songs are there?”

Tim shrugs, and heads to the storage closet that contains all the various entertainment equipment. It takes a bit of searching, and a bit more digging, but he’s able to unearth the ancient portable karaoke machine. He also grabs some of the jigsaws, mostly on the thought that sometimes a bitch just wants to hang out with their friends and do a puzzle. Also because in light of the fact that they’re stuck inside with no sort of access to the outside world for two days longer than planned, there’s pretty much no way that they’re not going to reach a point where they all say fuck it let’s do a puzzle.

Plugging in the machine, it takes a solid several minutes to boot up, which is the perfect length of time to take it upon himself to take one for the team and chug the box wine himself, with Sasha and Martin chanting in the background. When he finishes, they cheer, and then Martin immediately shoves a glass of water for him to down as well, muttering something about how he wants him to be alive in the morning. Tim can tell he’s well inebriated by now, because the simple thoughtful gesture is enough to make him a little bit misty-eyed, and Sasha can attest to alcohol turning him into the world’s biggest sap. In order to avoid prevent himself from becoming the kind of person who says “I love you” in a gradually more sloppy repeat, he starts flipping through the discography of the now running machine. “Alright y’all, it looks like we got 80s songs or...80s songs. Ooo, they have the Grease 2 soundtrack.”

That gets him a well deserved “No!” from both parties, with Sasha adding on, “Not even if it was Grease 1. I’m putting an embargo on musical theater in general.”

“Oh come on, some musicals are better than other. Right, Marto?”

“I’m with Sasha on this one.”

“Boo. But fine, what do you want?”

Martin and Sasha glance at each other, and Tim’s amazed at how well the bonding night-turned-long-weekend has gone so far, considering they seem to have already mastered the art of silent communication. Martin speaks first, with, “They got Dolly Parton?”

The process of scrolling through individual letters to type is achingly slow, but luckily all he needs to get through is “DO” before she shows up. “They do.”

Sasha says, “Do they got 9 to 5, by Dolly Parton?”

Tim’s eyes light up with realization as he says, “They do,” and in a moment of spontaneous understanding, all three of them know that they’re not simply going to sing 9 to 5. No, they’re going to do a full blown music video for the benefit for nobody but themselves, because why the fuck not.

The next hour is spent in a very silly fashion. They figure out how to use the cabin’s layout to their advantage, assign various parts of the song to each person, and practice their inexpert choreography a few times with the song tinnily blasting from Sasha’s phone. The final result is hardly of professional quality, but it is of making them all giggle quality. It starts off in a relay like manner, each of them in a different area to coordinate with “Tumble of out bed and stumble to the kitchen” (Sasha on the couch), “Pour myself a cup of ambition”, (Tim at the coffemaker), and “Yawn and stretch and try to come to life” (Martin at the fridge), with them finally crowding around the karaoke machine together to scream sing the chorus. Despite their practice, they quickly go off key, and while they might end up with low points for accuracy, they get full marks on enthusiasm.

When the song ends, it takes them a few minutes to settle down into something less giddy. As they do, Sasha, out of breath, says, “Fuck me, I’m sleepy now. What the hell?”

Tim hums in affirmation. “Goddammit, I’m tired too. Let me guess, Martin, you’re young enough that you could go all night?”

“No? I’ve never pulled an all-nighter in my life. Actually, I know that it was supposed to be in case the power went out, but huddling together under a blanket in front of a fire sounds really nice? I mean, um, if you guys were down.”

Sasha leans her head against Martin’s shoulder and takes on the expression of a deeply content cat. “Mmm, I call Martin, he’s warm.”

“Absolutely not, I also want to leech Martin’s warmth. You good with being in the middle?”

Martin’s practically beaming, but his voice manages to almost fake being put upon. “I suppose it’s a sacrifice I could make.”

With Sasha already half asleep, Martin brings her over to the couch, while Tim gets them all set up. He manages to find the kind of big, fluffy blanket that all cabins should contain and wraps it around their shoulders. Luckily for them, the fireplace is gas lit and can be put on a timer. He sets it for 30 minutes, even though all three of them are going to be long passed out before them. Sasha is already softly snoring away, and Martin’s head keeps drifting down and snapping back up. Tim curls up against Martin’s other side, and even though all three of them are going to wake up with aching backs and worse heads, he thinks he really just might be a genius after all.

*Why is Mr. Boddy’s name Dr. Black in the UK. I hate that. Why would you not have the dumb joke of naming the victim “boddy”. Hey brits explain your crimes.

#anon #replies #nat fic #tma #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james

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Dean Winchester/Reader ❧ Sweet Apology

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader; Dean Winchester/OFC Word count: 4874 | Chapter 1 of 3 Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content Tags: Fluff & Smut, a smidge of Angst; Misunderstandings; Porn with Feelings; Arguing; Reader has a crush on Dean Summary: The plan was to watch a movie in Dean's room, but without Sam to help her feel less awkward, it's no surprise that she ends up saying something stupid - and make Dean think she dislikes him, of all things, when she has a gigantic crush on the guy. They start yelling at each other, soon enough they're kissing, and then - well, Dean's bed gets put to good use. It kind of sucks, though, that as soon as they're done Dean puts his clothes back on leaves her like nothing happened. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Well, not really. He's just absolutely clueless. I swear, if these two don't open their mouths and talk...

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❧ Chapter One

So, to summarize: she’s eating Fruity Loops, in an underground bunker, at the same table as two certified living legends in the hunting community. The monster hunting community, may she remind you in case you lost the memo.

She is, apparently, very good at identifying and theoretically killing said monsters – although God forbid they ever ask her to join in on the action. She admires Sam and Dean for what they do, but she's fine staying behind the scenes: rummaging through old lore books and giving herself a headache is as far as she'll go. She has proven herself useful in multiple occasions, so no shame there.

Sam confessed to her, on the one memorable occasion when he had drunk enough to be tipsy, that he was more than happy she has to interest in hunting.

"It's my life and I love it", he said, "but it sucks all the ass and you shouldn't do it. Everyone fucking dies. If you got hurt I'd be sad about it for at least six months straight. I'd grow a beard and all." "What would Dean do?", she asked in morbid curiosity. "'Dunno, drink and throw every chair and lamp he sees on the ground, maybe? He does that a lot. Just - never hunt, okay?" "I'll do it for the sake of your poor furniture", she responded, and she never changed her mind.

Sorry, sometimes the crazy hits her all at once, and she needs to do a recap of the situation. Where was she? Oh, right: she was looking at Dean. (What else is new?)

Dean's sprawled on the wooden chair like a bored king, dead guy's robe at least two sizes too big on his broad shoulders. It's one of those rare instances where he slept well the night before, and he looks cozy and relaxed and roughly fifteen years younger than yesterday.

She's trying so hard not to openly stare at him that her cereal got all mushy in the meantime.

"Are you sure Jody can deal with this on her own?", Dean is saying, oblivious to her thoughts. "Seems to me like she's already got her hands full, with the girls and all."

On the other side of the table, Sam sips his coffee and nods. "Yeah, hopefully, it'll be just the one werewolf. I told Jody to call us if she finds out there's more going on."

"Hopefully there's not. Oh!" Dean slaps a celebratory hand on the table and grins. "That means we've got the day off! We could take advantage of that Netflix subscription we pay for." "Garth is paying – we're just leeching off of him. And I actually wanted to go for a run. Wanna come?" "Ugh." "Yeah, I thought so. You two can start without me, though. I'll join you later."

Oh, the mental image that double-meaning evokes! But it’s more of a private joke with herself that anything – she likes Sam, obviously, if only because she's a straight woman with functioning eyes, but she doesn't have a crush. He’s tall and kind, and objectively attractive but he’s not…

Her eyes fall on his brother's long fingers tapping on the table, his strong wrist peeking out of the robe’s sleeve, and she feels her stomach tie in knots.

He’s not Dean, alright?

She didn’t ask not to have eyes but for him, and yet here she is: all moon-eyed over his wrist, of all things.

Someone shoot her; it’d be a mercy killing at this point.

Dean turns to her, all bright-eyed in his good mood. "What do you say, movie marathon? We could stay in my room, get comfy on the bed." Well, now, that makes her legs clench tight together under the table. She knows she’ll have to answer very quickly because in a second she’ll start overthinking and find some excuse not to join Dean. In his bedroom, on his bed. Something she has never fantasized about, no sir. "Yes? Yeah, why not!", she exclaims, just a tad too loud. Oh my God, at least try to play it cool. Sam smirks from behind his cup, and she wonders for a moment if this "morning run" of his isn't just a ploy to leave her alone with his brother. Then Dean winks at her, and all other thoughts fly out of the window. "Awesome. Come on, I'll even let you choose the movie."

❧ ☙

"I'll let you choose, he says," she huffs to herself. Her reflection in the bathroom mirror looks back at her with mild panic in her eyes. "Like that's not agonizing or anything."

God, she just wishes Dean didn't make her so damn nervous. How long has she known the Winchesters for? A year? She's even living with them, she should be past all – she clenches her fists, trying to calm herself – this. And still, Dean makes her heady and rattled just by looking at her for too long. She needs to get a grip.

While she brushes her teeth and washes her face, she settles on Kill Bill – which a) she knows Dean hasn't seen in years and b) should hopefully keep her attention away from his closeness. On his bed. Where she will also be.

God help her.

She walks out of the bathroom up to Dean's room. He's already propping his laptop on a bunch of pillows at the foot of the bed, humming a Metallica song under his breath. His eyes shoot up to her when she arrives. "Hey! Did you choose the movie?", he says. He's still as carefree as she's ever seen him, but there's something in his voice that was missing during breakfast. A note of – weariness? Hope? She can't decipher it. "Don't tell Sammy I said, but I could sit through a chick–flick without bitching too much if you wanna watch one.” And if that isn’t proof he has a martyr complex... "Actually, I was thinking Kill Bill?" He beams up. "Oh hell yeah, haven't seen that one in ages." He finds the movie and hits play, settling down against the bed frame. She notices that he got rid of the robe and is now sitting in only a t–shirt and grey sweatpants. Oh please, no, she thinks, already feeling desperate. Fucking grey sweatpants, tight and revealing in all the right places, inviting her to look down, down...come on, just take a peek-

She gingerly sits down at the opposite end of the bed, eyes straight ahead. Despite the distance, she can smell Dean’s cologne (and what the fuck did he put cologne on for?), fresh and manly and very attractive – so much so that she forgets to focus on the film. She's acutely aware of his presence beside her – of the warmth radiating from him, of how little space and layers there are between their bodies. She also notices him glancing at her from time to time, even though her gaze stays fixed on the computer screen. Is she acting weird? Is that why he's looking at her? She's literally just sitting there, but maybe there's something on her face, or she's breathing too loud…that has never happened before, but who knows–

"I don't bite, you know?" She's almost startled by Dean's voice interrupting her manic line of thought. He's now openly watching her, the small smile on his lips a mix between tentative and reassuring. "You can come closer if you want to. You're almost off the bed." She laughs nervously – damn, way to put her on the spot. But he’s right: she’s all bunched up on the corner of the bed, shaky hands hidden under her legs. "I, uh, didn't want to make you uncomfortable, that's all." What the fuck does that even mean? One of Dean's eyebrows shot up his forehead, and his smile turns disbelieving. "Me? You're the one that looks like she has a gun pointed at her head." Her whole face heats up in embarrassment. He knows she's timid, and anyone who even glances in her direction knows she's head over heels for him – why does he have to put attention on it? "I'm just out of my depth here, you know I'm shy–" "Shy?" he interrupts her. "We've known each other for a year! And we both know you're not like this with Sam."

Also very true, much to her chagrin – Sam has this puppy-dog aura to himself that makes him look smaller and non-threatening, at least when he’s in the company of friends. Dean...Dean doesn’t seem to have an off-switch, he’s always very unapologetically himself. Even when he’s acting like a total dork, he fills the entire room with his presence.

The mortification of being called out like this is making her eyes water, and Dean's unfaltering eye contact is not helping. "It's different with Sam," she tries to explain. What can she say without giving too much of her feelings away? "Why? Have I done something bad to you?" he asks. “You’re always so – so skittish with me, it’s like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Dean has the most expressive eyes she has ever seen, and try as he might his feelings are always starkly clear on his face – like now, settling over the vibrant apple-green like an ugly shadow; disappointment and plain sadness. She really, really doesn't want to hurt him, and trips over her own thoughts in an attempt to say I'm not uncomfortable, I'm just in love and bad with feelings – but how to say it without spelling it out?

"It's nothing you've done,” she tries, “it's just – you."

Oh, God. That came out awfully wrong.

Dean scoffs, breaking the eye contact to look at everything in the room but her. "Yeah, I figured," he snickers, "Could have just said no to watching the movie, then, sweetheart. You shouldn't have to spend time with people you dislike." Dislike? She almost can't believe the irony of the situation. "Dean, I don't dislike you, that's not what I meant." "You just said you have a problem with me as a person! Listen,” – he passes a hand over his mouth, like he does when he needs a second to find the words – “Listen, I don’t know what you heard about me, okay? Sometimes hunters pass through here, and maybe you got wind of some rumours. I’m the first one to admit I can be a douchebag from time to time, but they don’t know me. Hell, half of them I don’t even consider friends! And I thought, you.. well, whatever. You can go back where you came from if living with me is so damn unpleasant! ” Well, ouch. That one hurt. She stands from the bed, raising her voice to hide how close she is to tears. They could have spent a nice day together, watching movies and eating popcorn from the same bowl or something, and then she had to go ahead and ruin everything. And he's being so stubborn, God, but what else is new? "Dean, what – rumours? You think this is about your reputation or something?” “I don’t know! You fucking tell me.” “Why do you wanna argue? You were in such a good mood two minutes ago-" "Yeah, I really was." He jumps off the bed and walks around it until he's face to face with her. "Excuse me if seeing you all – all scared of me kind of killed the mood!" "What? I'm not scared!" "Then why the fuck are you on the verge of tears right now?" "'Cause I'm sorry," she shouts to match his tone. He's standing so close; it's unfair how much it affects her. "I don’t find you scary, okay? I’m sorry I made you think that!" "Yeah, well, I’m sorry, too,” he shouts back. “Then why are we yelling?” “I have no idea!”

They both fall silent. Her mind is trying to process what the fuck just happened, why was she shouting in the first place when Dean is right there, not even five inches away – eyes bright and fiery because of the argument, the hard line of his mouth relaxing as his expression changes. He looks down at her lips. Her breath catches in her throat. She feels paralyzed by how intensely she wants him at that moment, stuck between throwing caution to the wind or fleeing before she makes a fool of herself. But Dean hasn’t moved away, has he? If anything he’s inching closer, and he's looking at her like, like he, too…

Dean leans in and kisses her, a soft sigh leaving his nose when their lips touch. He's so warm, is her first thought. Warm and big and solid against her, so much more substantial than in her fantasies – where he holds her just as tightly, kisses her just as deeply. Her hands tremble slightly as she goes to cup his face. God, it's happening for real. She bites on his full bottom lip with urgency, and he tugs her closer by the hips, pushing his tongue in her mouth. He’s not so much aggressive as he’s ardent, burning fast and bright on her skin like he hasn’t much time left – or like he’s waited too long, and he’s hell-bent on making himself unforgettable.

She isn’t sure she would like the pace, was he anyone else. But oh God, he’s not anyone else, he’s Dean – and she wants, she wants, she wants him and won’t make excuses for liking this. Teeth, bruises, too-sharp nails; warm breaths mixing with hers, his fingers digging in wherever she’s softer and warmer.

She passes a hand on the short hair at the nape of his neck, and she can feel goosebumps rise on his arms at the feeling. Dean gives her one last peck on the lips before hiding his face in the crook of her neck – he releases a shuddering sigh that makes her shiver, and nips at the skin behind her ear. His big hands settle on her legs, squeezing and palming the back of her thighs until she's raised to her tiptoes. "Hold on, baby," he says and picks her up from the ground. Wrapped around his waist, she can feel his erection pressing on her core – and she's never felt emptier and needier than right there with Dean, hard and panting, ready to fuck her against a wall. "Oh God," she moans, and desperately paws at Dean's shirt to get some skin–on–skin contact. He raises his face to watch her and chuckles at her efforts, grinding with more and more insistence against her. "I know, I know," he hums, "I gotcha." He smiles that boyish adorable grin he sometimes does, and she's overwhelmed by both the rush of affection for him and the desire pooling low in her belly.

She's about to say something undoubtedly stupid that would ruin everything – she has the three words already formed on her lips, but they turn into a gasp when Dean twists around and lets her fall on the mattress. The cold sheets underneath her give some clarity back. Not that she keeps it for long, with Dean crawling between her open thighs, hair all fucked up by her hands. He gives her a long caress from her knees up to her waist and smiles again. "Always wanted you in my bed." Is this actually happening?, she thinks, incredulous. "Wh–Yeah?" "Why do you you think I proposed we watch something here?" He winks at her. "Sam wasn't home...I dunno, I felt lucky today." "...and then we ended up yelling at each other a bunch", she adds. Dean huffs a laugh and leans down to kiss her, deep and long enough she forgets what they were even talking about. "Doesn't that just count as foreplay?" "I don't think so, no." Dean beams at her, eyes glinting with something dangerous. "No? How about this, then?", he says, and licks a hot strip on her neck before sucking a mark there. The sharp feeling of his teeth on her sensitive skin makes her back arch closer to his chest. "Or this?" One of his hands sneaks under her shirt, slow and teasing. Dean's fingers splay wide on her stomach on their way up, and she's never hated a piece of clothing more than her bra when it stops the contact. She wants everything off, wants to feel him really touch her. "Oh, fuck," she gasps. "Dean– Dean, take this off." He groans against her collarbone, voice low and rumbly, before leaning back on his knees. "Mmh, yeah. Yes, ma'am. Can you roll over?" The thought of Dean pressed long and wide along her back makes her toes curl, and she gladly turns around.

She realizes Uma Thurman is still swinging her katana on the computer screen, so she takes a second to close the laptop. There's the swishing of fabric behind her, probably Dean shimming out of his sweatpants and shirt while she can't see him. She goes to undress as well, but two warm hands on her hips stop her. "No, wait, I wanna do it," Dean says. “‘Kay?” Oh God, this man is gonna be the death of her. "Yes, please."

Dean scoots closer, his knees on either side of hers, erection pressed on the small of her back. He briefly hugs her to his chest while he leaves a kiss on her hair, squeezing a bit before he lets her go. She swallows back a whimper at the feeling – not because it brings any real pleasure, but because of Dean's unguarded desire behind the gesture. He’s slowed down the pace, maybe for her benefit, maybe for his own. God, she's there, with Dean. Unbelievable. She wants him so much she could cry.

Nuzzling her neck, he helps her take off her shirt, and then – faster, cause he's seductive, yes, but also earnest and enthusiastic – he unclasps her bra, and it falls on the bed. She gets why he asked her to turn around, conscious that her shyness would, at least at first, follow her even in bed: like this, she can't see him watching, and her instinct to hide from him is stifled. Not that she had nothing to worry about: Dean just sighs softly and cups her breasts in his hands, a smile splitting his face at how soft and hot her skin is.

Her leggings go next, tugged down roughly by herself, 'cause suddenly she really, really needs to be naked so he can touch her everywhere. She leans forward on the bed, face pressing on a pillow as she shimmies out of her pants. Dean huffs a laugh behind her. "These are very sexy," he comments, hooking his fingers on the edge of her underwear. Which is ridiculous, cause she has on the most boring pair of black undies ever produced. Goes to show with how little Dean is pleased. Instead of taking the last piece of offending clothing off, he slides two fingers up and down her folds, pushing in a little through the fabric. "So wet already," he says, “and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice has gone low and rumbly and that, coupled with his fingers, makes her that much wetter. “‘Cause I want you,” she mumbles in the pillow, stating the obvious. She rocks backs on his hand, inviting. “You know, I-” “Yeah, baby?” Oh God, he called me baby, she thinks a bit hysterically. She bites back the embarrassment and tries to find somewhere the courage to finish the sentence. “You know, I - I think of you when I touch myself.”

There it is, out in the open. Just how ridiculously attracted to him she is.

His movements stutter; when she angles her head so that she can see his face, she finds him already watching her with such intense, naked longing in his eyes, she has to feel proud. It’s getting to her head, feeling wanted like this. “What?” he asks, finally sliding off her underwear. He’s already naked, and as soon as the panties hit the mattress she pushes back until she’s flush with him – his erection is pressed in the cleft of her ass, getting smeared with her wetness when she starts undulating her hips. “What- fuck,” Dean tries again, distracted by what she’s doing. “Mmh, what do you think about?” God, she’s burning up, and she’s so damn empty without him inside of her. “I don’t know, uh - Your fingers?” Dean circles an arm around her and sneaks his hand down her belly until he can touch her clit, middle and forefinger forming slow circles in time with her hips. “Yes, yes like that, fuck,” she gasps. She decides, there and then, to tell him a secret.

“One time, one time we were at that diner together, Sam and Cas were there as well...And you had that red shirt on, and you must have spent some time on your hair, ‘cause it was – I don’t know, Dean, you were just so beautiful. I was sitting right in front of you. You were flirting with the waitress, and I thought, I thought ‘God, what if I took my shoe off, and slid my foot all the way up his leg and then, when he looks at me, confused, pretend I’m not doing anything?’ And I kept thinking about it, ‘cause you weren’t looking at me anyway. What if I made you hard, there in public, but you had to keep your face straight and not react? And then, what if you grasped my ankle under the table like a warning to stop, but you still pushed back to have more friction, blushing that pretty red when Sam asked you if were okay? And you know what, Dean?” She pauses a second, lost in the fantasy and the feeling of his hands on her. “I would have stopped without a word. I would have left you there, wouldn’t have even acknowledged what I was doing by glancing at you – I would have stood up, with you still hard in your jeans in that cute, family-friendly diner, and I would have said “Sorry, gotta powder my nose” or something just as stupid, to look even more annoyingly innocent – and then I would have gone to the bathroom. And waited for you to follow me, so you could fuck me in one of the stalls, my hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, hoping against hope that no one would come in, or hear us, or interrupt us before you could cum so deep inside me I would have felt you for days-”

Dean moves away from her, one hand to keep her still. “Okay, okay, that’s- that's enough for now." His free hand is at the base of his dick, squeezing a bit as he calms down. He’s breathing fast, lips bitten red and freckles standing out against the flush on his face. He is, quite possibly, the hottest thing she has ever seen. And she did that. “You little- I think I remember that day, fuck. That’s what you were thinking? Jesus.” He briefly rummages in the bedside drawer and comes back to the bed with a condom. “Is like this okay?” he asks, and helps her up from where she was sprawled on the bed. She considers whether or not her legs will hold her up in this position, and figures that after that spiel she deserves to be a bit of a pillow princess – Dean will hold her up if he needs to. With those strong, muscular arms of his. Mmh, God bless his biceps... So she hums “yes,” and hooks her feet around his calves to feel him closer.

She looks back at him as he goes in, and more than the feeling of Dean sliding into her, she'll never forget how his eyes flutter close in a pained frown, like it feels so good it hurts; like he’s somehow surprised by the pleasure. And then he moves, and her eyes just close on their own at the feeling. Everything’s just burning hot – Dean inside her, his hands touching everywhere on her body, his forehead pressed between her shoulders when he leans down. “‘Missed this,” he mumbles on her skin. “I always forget how good it is.”

Which would be, was this a different setting, an unwelcome reminder of how many women have been under him before her. Right now, with him groaning and moaning in her ear? She couldn’t care less.

The pace picks up - and, really, Dean’s a very proportionate man, and, in that position, he goes too deep for comfort. At a particularly hard thrust, she whimpers in pain. “You okay?” he asks, worried fingers moving the hair out of her face. “Yeah, ‘s okay. Just-” “I hurt you,” he interjects, and helps her up. “Get closer to the headboard? Alright, let’s try it like this.” On her knees, with her arms balancing her weight on the wall, the angle changes drastically. Dean slides back into her, this time pressed on her in a long line from shoulders to knees, and hooks his chin on her shoulder. “Better?”

“Way better,” she says, and smiles at his happy sigh.

There’s not much she could tell you about the rest, not without interrupting herself every two seconds by grinning and blushing. It just feels good. It feels amazing. Dean’s experience is evident in his every move, and he doesn’t let her forget for a second exactly who’s she with – in that too-hot bedroom with weapons decorating the wall, giving a memory foam mattress a run for its money. She says his name probably too many times, and some ridiculous praise comes out of her mouth once in a while, but Dean doesn’t seem to mind; he bites her neck too hard, at one point, and it hurts but she loves it, the proof that he has lost himself completely in her body. And Dean builds her up and up, with his voice and his fingers and his cock, until she shudders and cums around him.

She briefly loses sense of time, feeling only Dean thrusting into her faster and deeper and with a faltering rhythm – when she comes back to herself, he’s slipping out of her with a groaned “Jesus Christ.”

She lies down on her back, panting as she watches him throw away the condom in a small bin beside the bed. All those good chemicals that come with an orgasm are making her feel more naked than a simple lack of clothes – Dean turns back to her, and she has the impression that he can see right through her skin and bones; that all the feelings that surely will scare him off are sprawled out on the bed like heavy, uncomfortable blanket.

She feels both amazing and scrubbed raw at the same time. She really needs Dean to take her in his arm before she starts crying, which is becoming more and more probable by the second.

Instead, his attention falls on his phone, bleeping away on the bedside table. “Twelve messages?”, he says when he picks it up. They’re from Sam, which becomes obvious when he reads them instead of chucking the phone at the end of the bed; she watches him frown as he scrolls down. “Ugh, fuck. It’s Sam; Jody apparently needs back up after all. Five werewolves? Well, shit.”

She doesn’t say anything and busies herself by sliding under the blanket.

She doesn’t like to think of Jody in danger, but she likes even less where this is going. Dean is putting his boxers back on, and clean clothes from his drawer. Oh, wow, look at all that flannel. Does he have an endless supply or something? “I gotta go,” he explains. No shit, Sherlock. “Hey, it was awesome,” he tells her as he puts a belt on, nonchalant as if he was talking about a very good burger. “Just- awesome. Shit, I’m so late already, Sam’s gonna bitch all the way to Sioux Falls. See you in a few days?” She nods, a bit jaded by the sudden change in scenario – from one with Dean naked in bed with her to one where he’s leaving as if nothing happened – and he smiles and winks at her.

And then he’s gone.

Maybe she spends the next hour on the verge of tears, hugging his pillow and watching the rest of Kill Bill as a distraction, but that’s not really any of your business. She gets up, eventually, and puts her clothes back on even if the bunker is empty. She does what feels like a walk of shame back to her room and straight to her shower. She washes off, with her favourite lavender-scented soap, all the signs of the past few hours off of her skin. Like it was a random guy. Like it was just a one-off.

Thank you very much, ma’am, it has been fun while it lasted.

“I gotta go.”

Well, alright. Goodbye stranger, then.

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After years of stalling, this is finally seeing the light of day and thank actual jesus for that. There’s more fic out there than you’d think for the best boys, but like all things, sturgeon's law’s in effect when it comes to quality (big time actually, around 35 fics on this list from a rough 350 in existence). I read them all so you don’t have to.

Higher rank the better (though obviously YMMV) and the rest should just be ordered by word count. I have a place in my heart for everything on this list so no matter where it is or what I say about it, trust me, if it’s here, I think it’s worth your time.

Will do my best to keep things up to date. I F5 tabs like you wouldn’t believe. Love you guys ❤

[SSS RANK] ABSOLUTE TOP SHELF

ego, opinion, art & commerce 24parts

We hopefully all know it, we certainly all love it. The canon-compliant, rock-band road-trip AU that’s destined to rule the entire ship one day; the cryde child of prophecy. Go in hard and this’ll take you away like nothing else. The only thing not absolutely perfect about this fic is (like the rest of us) you’ll have to wait for the ending. I know waiting sucks, but please don’t let it stop you bingeing this story right now. I am not exaggerating when I say it’s better than most published books you’ll ever read.

let your heart hold fast niente

Literally the best finished cryde fic ever written as of time of writing this. The boys have grown up. Clyde’s a writer, Craig’s distant, and familiar circumstances bring them crashing back together. The cast of characters are a complete joy, it’s fully drenched in canon, and sports an amazingly rich post-series lore with all manner of cute nods and easter eggs for fans of the show. Nothing short of a masterpiece. Written with such love. Treasure your first read of it.

[SS RANK] AMAZING READS GAURANTEED

Pulling Mussels SekritOMG

A divisive fic maybe, but a classic all the same. Get ready for a fresh take on normal fic conventions to be sure. Personally? I’d consider it top shelf, no question. But to others? They might end up absolutely hating it. A strange midlife odyssey wherein a fed-up, lonely Craig begrudgingly reconnects with an out-of-shape, stagnated Clyde. Memorable to say the least, packed to bursting with detail and personality; go in with the right mindset and its glorious set pieces with burn themselves into your memories. Possibly the fic I’ve re-read the most ever.

Darkness Falls Vampiracy

Do you like cute, gorgeously written things? Set during the three days of Stick of Truth, it tells the behind-the-scenes story of Craig’s growing infatuation with the Lord of Darkness. Everything about this is clever and charming and just generally heart-warming. Best read after playing the game for maximum enjoyment, feel smart and accomplished as you pick out all the references. This fic’s adorable and pure and can do no wrong.

Chicken Vampiracy

The gateway fic? Huge question mark? This story is cryde personified. Like the author distilled the ships very essence into this amazingly funny and light-hearted story about the boys playing the world’s most drawn out game of gay chicken. It’s impossible not to love this story, it’s perfect for what it is, and will leave you feeling happy by the end every time. What more could you want? Show this one to your friends and they’ll finally ‘get’ cryde.

the remains of our sky traiyadhvika

I’ll level with you fam, this story will emotionally cripple you, prepared or not. The writing is precise, sublime, and utterly heart-breaking. It tells the story of how Craig deals with the aftermath of Clyde’s death on Everest. Obviously a heavy topic, but I can tell you with complete confidence that this fic not only does the subject matter justice, but also manages to tell a story of love and hope despite it. Like Butters said, it’s a beautiful sadness. This fic had me obsessively researching mountains for weeks, and anything that can light that kind of fire in you is something special.

C & C, The Mystery Duo Darkyfoot

There is nothing in here but pure fluff, joy and happiness. This story will lighten your soul and brighten your heart. It tells the tale of the boys discovering a life-long obsession for hunting mysteries, and will resonate with anyone who’s ever held a strong passion in their lives (which is probably most of you, if you’re hunting down SP fics to read). The written equivalent of a warm blanket and a steaming hot mug of cocoa on a cold winter’s night.

[S RANK] THE REALLY GOOD STUFF

Equality Donkerblauw Fluweel

A good chill-out fic? Cataloguing a series of parties over the summer in which Clyde starts cozying up to Craig after much alcohol is consumed; and like a good drink, the fic mixes all its elements together nicely. It’s nothing ground breaking, but it’s got a super relaxing flow to it, and will brighten your mood by the end. It nails the party atmosphere, so if you’ve got no-where to go this Friday night, maybe pour yourself a little something and give this one a read.

Craig Likes Vanilla (Ice Cream) themuffintitan

The cuteness equivalent of porn. If you’ve got a list of cliché ‘aww’ scenarios, chances are they’ll play out in this fic. If hand holding and sharing an ice-cream make you melt (hahanotfunny) then this one’s definitely for you. For a fairly simple story about Craig and the squad visiting a waterpark, it’s remarkably detailed (check that word count fam), and has a killer summer atmosphere to boot. It certainly made me hit up a park last July. The writing does let it down in a few areas, but overall you’ll probably be too busy enjoying the ride to notice.

The Silent Lie Donkerblauw Fluweel

Guilty pleasure? Okay you caught me red-handed. This fic’s practically porn. Read all about how Clyde learns to surrender his heterosexuality as Craig massages away all his football injuries in the steamiest way possible. If I’m being totally honest? The story’s pretty obviously there to frame the smut, and writing can be a bit all over the place. But I can’t deny it just works. It’s hot AF. Come here for the sexies and you won’t leave disappointed. Read it after dark. ;)

Press Play flappySp00kster

Arguably unfinished, but the only thing missing is apparently a mostly superfluous epilogue. We’re in full AU territory here as Clyde hooks up with Craig on a dating app during a rough-patch with his long-time, and now ex, girlfriend. Your mileage may vary obviously as the story’s not canon compliant; however the boys behave like you’d imagine and the romance is nicely fleshed out and unique. Bonus points for a bit of kink in the sex scenes, which is rarer than you’d expect for this ship.

What Happened in 1637 pinkfloyd1770

One of the most strikingly unique stories out there; it’s essentially a flower shop AU in which Clyde embraces his Dutch heritage and sports and encyclopedic knowledge on tulip facts. Written in medias res during a seemingly long since established relationship with Craig, this fic merely offers a look into this unique take on the couple as they go about their lives. The detail is stunning, and you’ll find vivid mental pictures coming to life in every scene. If you can get past the fact Craig bottoms (let’s pretend he was feeling generous that evening) then you’ll certainly be charmed with this one. (1637 is the year the tulip bubble finally popped. In case you were wondering.)

Around My Head wendybirb

Are you looking for something that’s light and fluffy? Maybe you like reading Clyde’s inner monologue as he fumbles around high-key pining over his best friend? Perfect, sign yourself up to this fic; it’s a quick and easy read that’ll give you your daily dose of wholesomeness from one of my favorite authors. Nothing overly flashy or complicated here, just boys being cute and kissing.

hey there demons traiyadhvika

This spooky affair is thankfully a lot less of an emotional roller-coaster than it’s cousin ‘remains of our sky’, but that’s not to say it doesn’t grab you and refuse to let go. Have you ever wondered what Craig and Clyde would be like trying to host one of those dorky haunted house shows? Bonus points in that Craig can legitimately see ghosts? It’s a fresh concept that’ll really get your mind racing with the cutest hosts you could ask for. Kept me glued to my seat, ready to throw down if any bad spirits came between the best boys. Slept with the hall lights on for a couple nights ngl.

As Good a Reason as Any Vampiracy

The last of the sacred trinity that also includes Chicken and Darkness Falls, the only reason this fic isn’t ranked higher is because it’s also the authors shortest. Watching Clyde try anything and everything to spend more time with Craig is as endearing as it sounds, and the only thing that sucks is that it doesn’t overstay its welcome; when honestly, you’d like the fic to stay for dinner and spend the night. Quality everything. No joke made my heart flutter. Read it and know true happiness.

Kiss It Better dokidave

A one and done story of Craig trying to cheer Clyde up after a difficult day. This fic’s a nice double whammy if you’re looking for some hurt and comfort mixed in with some steamy sex scenes. It delivers exactly what is says on the box; don’t expect too much in the way of plot of development, but certainly feel free to gush over the sappy sweet character moments. A good pick-me-up fic if you’re having a lousy day.

Take a Chance (You Say It's Your Birthday) Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

So here we have Craig being drunk and vulnerable, while Clyde’s radiating raw sexuality as he dances for Craig’s camera. I’m usually all about Craig giving off that top energy, but the way this story frames (hahakillme) the whole dynamic is very soft and endearing; you can fully understand why Craig’s the one feeling thirsty this time around. This is a fic that really knows how to set a mood. Read it and feel like you’re being pampered.

You Make It Easier glowworm888

Pure comfort; Clyde’s feeling understandably miserable about the thought of growing up without his mom, and Craig’s doing his best to help Clyde cope. Wholesome dumb teenagers looking out for each other and low-key falling in love. I dare you not to feel all happy inside as Clyde slowly begins to feel better as Craig looks after him. Adorable throughout, the ending is very much them. Another good read for making a crappy day a better one.

Miss you x Vampiracy

A true hidden gem by one of the best authors in the whole fandom; we have here the best fic in which Clyde doesn’t even appear. The whole schoolyard gang give their two cents on Craig’s spiraling mental state as he tries desperately to justify a typo to Clyde during an obsessive summer-long texting marathon. Legitimately funny from start to finish, with buttery-smooth dialogue and a big soft ending that’ll have you grinning ear-to-ear for completely different reasons. Love it, cherish it, and dream of more. Vampiracy ̶ we’ll miss you x.

[A RANK] SHORT AND SWEET

Whatever Gets You Through The Night Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

There’s a lot of mixed feelings for me in this fic. A love-letter to Clyde and his parents, in which Craig gets caught up on the whole ‘love’ part of it, having trouble fully expressing himself due to some heavy personal baggage. The Donovan’s really shine in this story. Betsy’s alive and massively comforting, Roger’s family values personified, and Clyde’s being a sweetheart to end all sweethearts. It’s confronting, more than a little emotionally messy, but it’s none the less a story that’ll stay with you. Check the comments for a hidden stinger.

Some Dieting Donkerblauw Fluweel

Clyde’s self-image problems are the focus this time around, doing a commendable job pushing the ideas of healthy progress, properly looking after yourself and feeling comfortable letting others help out. It’s a good length for the story it is, and although the writing gets a little spotty in parts you’ll be unlikely take too much notice. Like Clyde, this one’s hearts in the right place.

If Time Could Stand Still WeCryde

I used to stumble across this story semi-regularly back in the day, wondering if I’d missed it before realizing we’d already been well acquainted. The amount of show rather than tell is fairly distracting, with the entire meat of the relationship relegated to backstory. There’s still something here though. Perhaps in the way it deals with long-distance relationships and just distance in general. Maybe the hopeless romantic in me resonates with the plight of two idiots with thousands of miles between them. See if it works for you?

The Edges of the Atmosphere Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

There should be some sort of law that states that confessions in cryde stories have to be some level of stupid or convoluted. These two are physically incapable of expressing such feelings to each other in any standard normie way. So enjoy some classic spaceman Craig tropes while Clyde juggles being cute and awkward like a pro. Trigger warning for some racy hand-holding action; we’re talking interlocking fingers here.

Standby Flier Cheesebirb (Hi Mark ;)

So upfront, this story isn’t even a romance quite honestly. It’s just a cute bromance sort of affair at most, in which the boys share a hotel room together while waiting on a flight back home. You could quite certainly interpret it as the start of something deeper, as the fic gladly provides hints to support it; however there’s nothing to see here apart from the two personalities bouncing off each other, and sometimes that’s enough. A memorable little story that might resonate that little bit extra if you’re a frequent traveler.

Bust and Boom Azul_Bleu

Clyde fumbling with the realization that he’s got the hots for Craig isn’t new ground, that’s about the only ‘downside’ I could give this story. What it does with this premise however is deliver some pitch-perfect characterizations, snappy pacing, a good variety of settings, and some surprisingly touching moments given its brevity. It’s also loaded with lines that stand up off the page and stick with you and those are always worth their weight in gold; the author really squeezes a lot out of the short word count.

Forts Can Be Fun wendybirb

In which little Craig builds a pillow fort and little Clyde is invited. It’s a soft story with some cute exchanges, if you’re looking for a more innocent kid-cryde vibe then this one can scratch the itch. Short and sweet by definition. Go read it and give yourself a little smile.

Ennui dsfgajkh

This simple story’s a real blink and you’ll miss it; detailing some introspective thoughts Clyde’s having about the monotony of small town life and his fascination with his much more interesting best friend. At nearly a decade old, this story pre-dates Pandemic, which solidified the usual stoic Craig tropes that came after so it’s an awesome little time capsule back to those days where apathetic Clyde and flamboyant Craig was as good a guess as any. There’s a line about skittles that makes it worth the ten minute read.

Neighbors Vampiracy

So remember that time that Vampiracy wrote one of the most realistic and precious depictions of little Craig and Clyde playing with toy trucks in the backyard, but then it got buried in the depths of tumblr? Try not to smile when Clyde beams over the prospect of making a new friend and being able to show off the hole he’s dug; I completely and utterly dare you. Bratty Craig is my spirit animal and I’d die for more adventures with him at the Donovan house. I’m such a sucker for cutesy pre-school fluff I swear; just like you will be when you’re done reading this.

Shine On How You Shine On Miaou Jones (miaoujones)

Real talk? I’m a sucker for all things Brokeback Mountain, and this fic’s just neatly slotting in Craig and Clyde as the cowboys sharing a rough and confusing night in a tent together. The story is exactly what you’d think if you’ve read the original, and it hits all the same thematic beats. Guilty pleasure alert in full here. If you’re in the mood for hearing Clyde Twist tense up as Craig Delmar spits on his hand behind him then I won’t judge if you don’t. I’d unironically read ten more chapters.

Two Weeks toddintops

Yeah-yeah I know I’m stretching the definition of fic with this one, it’s barely a half thousand words; but hey, better five hundred words that make you feel something than ten thousand that leave you feeling the same. A short, sharp dose of angst with some beautiful art accompanying, what have you got to lose? Something about Clyde’s smile, coupled with the bittersweet lines near the end has always managed to stay with me. Maybe it’ll strike a chord with you too.

UNFINISHED (BUT STILL GREAT)

Ask Craig obitotxt (Password is 12345)

Hop on board the angst express; with the last stop being yourself when you realize the story comes crashing off the rails and never hits the end. Is the fact this blog never reached a conclusion one of the great tragedies of our modern era? Yeah, kinda. Fact is, this is probably the only cryde-centric askblog-formatted story out there; and yeah, it’s hyperbolic at times, but goddamn if it doesn’t make you feel something. Packed to the brim with boys being boys, memorable moments and just so much heart, you’ll be pressing F (and F5) for days after you reach the final unfinished pages.

One More Year llexxii

And here’s a weird way to recommend something: you probably don’t want to read this one. It’s very long, it’s very dead, and it has a fairly submissive Craig coupled with a rather unlikable rendition of Clyde. So why’m I even talking about this, and really, I’ve not got much of an answer for you. Just that this fic, despite everything, has some consistently excellent writing. The flashback scenes to Craig and Clyde as young kids are total gems. There’s stuff to love here, and maybe it could have been something great; if nothing else, maybe check it out as an interesting look into the ships history.

Turn It Around, Get a Rewrite wendybirb

This one hurts, in just about every respect. Prepare for angst story wise as we follow along with the life and times of Craig, reconnecting with a clearly troubled yet desperately pining Clyde, who seems scared shitless about his dying claims to heterosexuality. I genuinely love this story. It’s raw and emotional and angry and sexy, it comes across messy and real and does an amazing job making you care about the boys while also showing their more frustrating attributes. I’m still holding out hope it’ll one day take its place with the greats, but until then, the hardest gut-punch is always that “unfinished” tag.

January White (Love Is a Stain) Dovakiin

Here we’ve got a different kind of tragedy. The usual formula is a promising author burning out after an amazing opening run, but here we’ve got a story that never even made it past the kickoff. It’s such a shame. The eponymous metaphor and the solemn tone throughout is honestly pretty captivating; I would love to see how this take on the characters would have played. Spare ten minutes from your day and give yourself something to reflect on with this abandoned beginning.

NOT FULL CRYDE, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH

ask MARSH and BROFLOVSKI jovishark

You know what? Fuck it. I’m putting this one here and no one can stop me. This ask blog is practically fandom required reading at this point, and I couldn’t in good conscience not mention it. Stan and Kyle answer your questions, the plotline reads like something from a CW show, and Craig and Clyde don’t even end up together. I love it genuinely. If you pressed me, this story might be what got me into the fandom; pressed me harder, it’s what got me into cryde (again ironic as cryde isn’t endgame here). Always worth a read or a re-read. Pretend Craig and Clyde sorted things out in college if you need to.

Brace Yourself skyline

Okay so it’s a style story, let’s get that elephant in the room well and truly pointed out from the outset. If it’s a deal breaker for you that cryde isn’t the focus, then move along, but I guarantee for those that stay, there’s a charmingly written cryde side-ship playing out in tandem to Stan’s quest to win over his super best friend. There’s a lot to love about this story, the writings sharp and surprisingly powerful at times, and the characters are a joy to watch. Watching the cryde story unfold from Stan’s POV is a unique experience that you won’t really find anywhere else.

Remove Before Flight skyline

So remember Brace Yourself from literally just one entry up? Okay, same concept, same author. This is a different timeline in which Kenny’s the lucky protagonist trying to win Kyle’s heart, but like before, you’re treated to an enjoyable cryde sub-plot playing on in the background of the K2 drama. The writing’s still on-point, the characters are still great; if you liked the authors other story (which I’d advise reading first), you’ll definitely enjoy this one too. It’s cute how Craig and Clyde always seem destined for each other in this universe.

#cryde #fanfic #clyde donovan #craig tucker #cryderecs #we should probs be friends if youve read them all #❤️

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ghost-ghost-baby · 5 years

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Yandere reactions to an uninterested soulmate pt. 2

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Hitoshi

Ever since you could remember, there’d been another voice in your head. Everyone had one, lore went it was the voice of your soulmate. But you didn’t believe in that, soulmates were people, and people let you down.

The bar you were playing was cozy, dimly lit with smoke hanging in the air. Singing was just something you did for a little extra cash, and hey, the ego boost was always appreciated. And the free drinks weren't bad, either. Your set was finally done, and after saying your goodbyes, it was finally time to go home.

“You're my soulmate, aren't you?” An oh too familiar voice sounded from behind you, dread sinking its fingers into your form. Sighing, you slowly turned around, having to tilt your head up to properly look at the man. Oh, okay then.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” You put on your best smile, noting the way his tired eyes went from hopeful to dull, guilt twinged through you at that. The light came back moments later, much to your surprise.

“No, you are. I’m sure of it.”

“Well then I’m sorry, but you’re wrong.” You were getting agitated now, wanting to get away from here and back home.

“Why are you lying?” The man, you really needed to learn his name, honestly, was getting angry now, closing in on your space.

“Look, I’m not-”

And then your mind was filled up with fog.

“There, just take a seat on the bed, okay? And you can call me Hitoshi.” Your mind finally cleared, letting you think clearly and of course the first thing you tried to do was get away. He-Hitoshi, seemed to predict that, pinning you down with a tired sigh.

“Look, it might take some time, but you’ll get used to this. I’m not losing my soulmate.”

Kirishima

Your mother had raised you your whole life, training you and reminding you of your purpose, that soulmates were a weakness, and you couldn’t afford to have any weaknesses. It was always the same, love was a weakness, love had gotten your father killed, soulmates didn’t factor in to your line of work, to your destiny. All you were was a weapon.

You’d been transferred to UA to get an inside look into the heroes, learn how they train, how they think, weaknesses, anything you could. You’d been hoping it’d go smoothly, you’d be in and then you’d disappear like you always did. That had not been the case, and now you were stuck in this class trying not to get hurt in front of your soulmate. It’d been easy to figure out, you’d snuck into the gym to see Kirishima sparring with Bakugo, the redhead went down, and you felt the pain radiate through your body before it vanished. You’d done your best to avoid him since then, but he was so bright and bubbly he seemed intent on befriending everyone. Including you, which lead to here, with you alone in a hallway, with said redhead. Kirishima was pissed, something that may or may not have been your fault, you didn’t mean to knock his bag to the floor, but you weren’t going to apologise. He’d grabbed your wrist when you tried to walk away, and you’d frozen in place. It wasn’t painful yet, but if it got much tighter, or of he used his quirk.

“What is your problem with me?”

“I don’t have a problem with you Kirishima, I just don’t think you’re the greatest thing to grace the earth.” You bit back with more force than you needed, but you had to get the point across. You couldn’t afford weaknesses. You heard him growl at that, something that quickly turned into a yelp as he pulled back from you. Blood dripped down your wrist, pain barely registering as dread set in, you were dead, you were so dead.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

Oh, so he was smart, smarter than you thought.

“Yes, I knew.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kirishima stepped close, backing you up against the wall.

“Because I have no interest in a soulmate.”

“Bullshit, tell me why.”

“Because it’s a weakness! And my life is too dangerous for that.” You cracked, words spat out through grit teeth. HIs face seemed to lighten at that, shark tooth grin back on his face.

“Oh, you’re so sweet Y/n, you’re worried? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you!”

Momo

You could still remember your life before the accident, smiles and warmth and love. That could all be taken so quickly, however, and the void it left took too long to fill, and it was easier to just be alone in the grey.

You’d worked the late shift, something you were deeply regretting as you walked home. The streets were empty, save a few heroes on patrol, and other people like yourself. The last days had taken a toll on you, and you were so absorbed in your thoughts you didn’t notice the villain until he was holding a knife to your throat. You tensed up despite yourself, eyes screwing shut because oh god, this was the end? Wasn’t it? You waited for the knife to slice into you, anxiety growing every passing second that it didn’t, but then it was gone. You kept your eyes shut tight, sure this was just a joke, and then something warm was flaring up against your shoulder. Your eyes shot open, meeting grey ones that seemed just as surprised as you were. You looked over at your shoulder, a red rose blooming, matching the one on the heroes palm.

“Oh… oh no.” You shook your head, backing away and not even wondering what happened to the villain.

“What’s wrong? We’re soulmates?” The girl followed you, brows furrowed and looking far too sad.

“I’m sorry, I just… don’t want a soulmate.” You bit your lip, eyes looking anywhere but her.

“How can you not want a soulmate?”

“It’s just never been for me.”

“Well, you’ll change your mind soon enough.” Those words were said with a smile, handcuffs glinting in her hand as she advanced.

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere x reader #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha yandere #yandere reactions #yandere headcanons #yandere shinsou #yandere momo #yandere kirishima #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere shinso x reader

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team-free-will-you-idjits-67 · 6 years

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Dream State (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Description: Your life with Sam was perfect. White picket fence, dogs, and three kids. But you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. When Sam sprung a surprise vacation on the family, you realized why.

Reader POV: Female

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester

Relationship: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Violence

Word Count: 2329

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You woke up too little hands on your face, “Mommy.” The hands moved and tugged on your hair, “Mommy. Wake up.”

You opened your eyes to a beautiful, hazel-eyed, brown haired, 5-year-old little girl and smiled. “Hey sweetpea.” You scooped her up in your arms as she squealed, “What’s wrong?”

She giggled, “Nothing Mommy. Daddy said to come wake you up. He wants to talk to us about something.”

You opened your eyes wide and fake gasped, “Like a surprise?” She just giggled and shook her head. You got out of bed, with her still in your arms and walked downstairs. Your eyes grazed over all the photos on the walls of the stair well, pictures of you and your husband, your kids, family gatherings, and more.

You could hear your husband talking in the living room as you descended the stairs with your daughter giggling in your arms. You rounded the corner to enter the cozy living room, seeing two more children on a big brown sofa. One, a girl about 13 with your Y/H/C hair and hazel eyes. Her arms were crossed against her chest, like she was sick of her dad’s shenanigans. The other, an about 8-year-old boy with short brown hair, and your Y/E/C eyes. He was just beaming at his father, giggling at every little thing he said.

You set your daughter down when she began to struggle and watched her run over to join her siblings on the couch. They all melted your heart in different ways. You turned towards their father and smiled, “What’s up babe?”

The 6’4, shaggy-haired moose of a man grabbed you and kissed you, “I have a surprise for everyone. Sit down Y/N.”

You sat down in between the kids and wrapped your arms around them. You watched Sam as he bounced around in place full of excitement. You giggled, “Babe. Just tell us. You’re about to jump out of your skin.”

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, “Okay. So,” he paused and rubbed his bearded chin, “We’re going on vacation.” He put his finger up to shush you when you began to protest, “It’s not a super long vacation, but we deserve it.” You began to protest again, and he knelt down in front of you, “I already took care of everything. Becca is going to take care of the store while we’re gone, and the Hill’s are going to watch the house and the dogs.”

You silently sat for a second, he really took care of all of this? You looked into his beautiful hazel eyes and smiled, “Okay. So, when do we leave?”

He jumped up, beaming, “Tonight.”

The kids cheered and squealed, jumping up to hug their dad and rapidly fire thank you’s at him before they ran off upstairs to start packing. You stood up from the couch and lazily wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest, “When did you plan all of this?”

He squeezed your shoulders and laughed, “For about two months now.”

You leaned away from him, stood on your tip-toe’s and kissed him quickly, “I better go and make sure the kids pack clothing and things that match rather than toys.”

He laughed and kissed your forehead before walking towards the stairs, “Yeah. I’ll go help out Robert, you go help Charlie and Mary.” You nodded and followed him up the stairs to the kids’ rooms.

***

During the car ride to the mysterious vacation Sam was taking you on, you felt like something was off, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. You pushed it aside and decided to scroll through your phone. You came across an article ‘The Ripper Increases Death Total to 5 Victims’ and scrolled through it. Your eyes opened wide as you read down the article and saw that all 5 victims had their hearts ripped from their chests.

You wanted to talk to Sam about it, but and the kids were in the back seat. You decided to wait and tell him when you two had a moment alone. The kids didn’t know about your past life.

You knew it was werewolves based on what the article said. You were surprised that no one had taken care of them already. You and Sam had agreed on leaving the life when you found out you were pregnant with your first daughter, Mary.

You would come across articles at times, telling Sam, and he would find a hunter to take care of whatever monster it was.

You thought back to your old life. The hunting, jumping from motel to motel, living out of a bag, and gas station food was something that you weirdly missed. Even though it sucked at the time, you were helping people. You made a difference to people, even when they didn’t realize it. You were removing a different kind of evil from the world.

You wouldn’t change the life that you had now though for anything. You loved your kids more than anything, you loved the little family you had, and you loved how happy Sam was now. You two owned a sporting goods store, which was kind of ironic in your opinion. Instead of promoting the killing of monsters, now you were promoting the killing of animals. You had that white picket fence, dogs and kids that hunters never thought that they could have. Most of them didn’t live long enough to have a quarter of what you and Sam had.

You loved your life now.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t miss hunting, getting your hands dirty every once and awhile, and seeing the gratefulness in people’s eyes when you saved them.

You reminisced some more, still having a twinge of uneasiness resonating in your stomach, something was off.

You brushed it off as your eyes grew heavy and you leaned against the car window to get some sleep.

***

You woke up during the car ride and looked outside, trying to see where you were. You had no idea. The rolling green fields with wild flowers speckled throughout were absolutely beautiful, but they didn’t give away what state you were in.

You turned around, looking at your kids in the back. They were shoulder to shoulder all sleeping. You watched the steady rising and falling of their chests and smiled. You turned around when you felt Sam’s hand on your thigh, “Have a nice nap?”

You giggled, “Yes, I did actually.” You yawned and stretched a little and remembered the article you read earlier, “Hey so. I found this article.” You pulled your phone out from between your legs and found the article again, “A lot of people have been killed in Utah.” You scrolled through it once more and then turned your head towards Sam, “It looks like werewolves.”

Sam scoffed and looked at you, “Honey, I think that nap messed with you.”

You looked at him confused, “What do you mean is messed with me?”

He was looking at the road when he responded, “Werewolves aren’t real.”

Your mouth fell open, “What do you mean they aren’t real?” Your voice started to raise and you quickly composed yourself before waking up the kids, “That’s what we used to do before our family. We hunted things that went bump in the night. Why are you telling me they aren’t real?”

That’s when it hit you.

You knew why things felt off.

This wasn’t your real life.

You thought back to the last hunt you were on with Sam and Dean. People were going missing in Nevada, and then turning up months later, drained. You guys had done interviews, poured through lore and realized what you were hunting. A Djinn.

Now that you think back to that hunt, you thought things had gone smoothly. You grabbed the girl the three of you were trying to save while Sam and Dean killed the son of a bitch. It was almost too easy.

But then you remembered, you had gone alone. The boys never knew you had left to scout the place. You wanted to make sure you had the right building when you heard the girl whimpering and crying. You decided then and there you were going to save her. It was stupid on your part, but you’ve done more reckless and dumb things before.

You should have realized.

You didn’t know how long you had been in this dream state, but you knew you had to yank yourself out of it. And you knew how.

Your stomach dropped as you looked into the back seat of the car but eased yourself knowing that these weren’t your actual children. They weren’t real. This life wasn’t real.

You looked up the road and saw exactly what you needed. A semi.

When it was closer, you yanked the wheel over, Sam yelled as you crashed head on into the semi. Everything went black.

***

“Y/N?” Large, rough hands were stroking your face, “Y/N?”

You opened your eyes to see hazel ones staring back at you. Your arms were tied over your head, an IV drip was hanging beside you on an old rusted IV rack, “Sam?” You didn’t recognize your own voice. It sounded so small and raspy, “How long have I been out?”

He sighed with relief and quickly pulled you down, letting your arms fall slack, “Three days babe.” You drooped in his arms. You barely had any strength. “Oh god,” Sam’s voice started to break, “I thought I was going to lose you.” Your eyes started to close again, exhaustion washing over you, “Y/N?” You wanted to respond to him, but you couldn’t. Your body was betraying you, you wanted to tell Sam that everything would be okay, you wanted to wipe away the tears from his face and hug him, but you couldn’t. “Dean! Get in here!”

You heard quick, heavy footsteps come up to you and Sam before you passed out.

***

You groaned as you rolled over in bed. Your head felt like it was 10,000 pounds, and it was throbbing. Hands were quickly on you, keeping you down on the bed, “Y/N, you need to rest.”

Your eyes slowly opened, Sam was beside you in bed. In the bunker. You looked at Sam, his hair was a mess, dark circles were under his eyes, and tears were silently falling down his cheeks.

You slowly pulled your hand up, and wiped away Sam’s tears, giving him a small smile, “Hey.”

He sniffled and laughed, “Hey.”

You laid your hand on his, “How long have we been back?”

He squeezed your hand, “Two days.” He sighed, “I was nursing you back to health slowly. You uh, you were pretty bad.” Tears started to fall down his face quickly as he thought about the horrors of seeing you hung up, barely alive and cold, slowly bringing you back to life.

Tears started to form in your eyes, “I’m sorry Sam. I didn’t mean to go in alone, but the girl started crying an-“

He cut you off, “I know. I understand. I would have done the same thing, I just wish you would have told us you left instead of us having to look for you for days.”

You sighed, “I know. I’m sorry.”

He just shook his head, “We, I could have lost you Y/N.” You just sat there silently, watching Sam. “Don’t do that. Ever. Again.” He choked back a sob, “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

You sat up slowly, ignoring the dizziness, to hug Sam, “I won’t again. I promise.”

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and whispered, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Sam.”

You two sat there, holding each other for some time before Sam spoke again, “Wh-What did you dream about?”

You tensed slightly and pulled back from Sam. You stroked his cheek and smiled, “Us. Except, we had a family, white picket fence, dogs, everything.”

He chuckled, “Really?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah. We had two beautiful little girls and a boy. All three of them looked more like you than me, but they all had something of mine.” Tears started to form in your eyes as you thought back to the kids in the back of the car as you swerved into oncoming traffic, “We were all driving to some surprise vacation you planned for us when I realized it was a dream.” You sobbed into his chest, “I killed all of us to escape. I killed all of us Sam.”

You were sobbing uncontrollably into his chest as he rubbed your back, “But that wasn’t real Y/N and you knew that.”

You shook your head against his chest, “I know. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t feel real.”

He just rubbed your back, consoling you, as you calmed down. Tears stained your face and soaked through his flannel when you final pulled away from him. He kissed you softly and looked into your eyes, “Is that what you want?”

You wiped at your face and looked at him, confused, “What do you mean?”

He smiled softly, “A family. Do you want to have a family?”

You two had talked about it before but, with the life you lived, it wasn’t plausible. You did want a family though. You just shook your head, tears threatening to break the surface again.

He hugged you again, rubbing your back, “Then let’s try. Let’s start a family.”

Muffled against his chest, you said, “But, what about hunting?”

He sighed and kissed your forehead, “We can still hunt at times. Or help other hunters. We could make a safe house of some sort, we don’t have to leave this life fully. We could have a family.”

You broke his hug and looked at him, “Are you sure about that?”

He smiled, “Yes. I am.”

You smiled, “Then let’s start a family,” and then kissed him softly.

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soloragoldsun · 6 years

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Freezerburn Week- Day 4: Double Date

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pair of high schoolers!” Yang exclaimed, picking her sister up in a tight hug.

“Hrk! Hi, Yang!” Ruby muttered through gritted teeth, letting out a breath as she was put down.

“Oscar! C’mere, buddy!”

Oscar wisely braced himself before he was pulled into a crushing embrace that left his spine in questionable condition. He stumbled a bit as he was placed back on the ground, and Ruby gently held his shoulders until he got his bearings back. “Ow… Nice to see you again, Yang.”

“If you’re done breaking their poor backs,” Weiss said as she exited the apartment complex and walked over. “Perhaps, you can help with their luggage?”

“What luggage? They only brought a tiny suitcase each, plus a sleeping bag. Not everyone goes as crazy as you do when travelling,” Yang noted, pecking Weiss’s cheek before taking both suitcases out of the car.

“Actually, I also have a cooler in the trunk,” Oscar piped up.

“Ah, right. That’s the veggies for our hot pot party tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. I got eggplant, cabbage, squash, carrots, potatoes, and sprouts.”

“Sounds good, except for the sprouts,” Yang laughed. “But I fully expect you to devour those on your own, buddy.”

“Hey, sprouts are good if prepared right.”

Ruby was nodding. “Yeah, he kinda sold me on them.”

“Wait, what?” Yang gasped. “My sister is eating sprouts? What is this?!”

“If you cut them in half and fry them in bacon grease, they’re really good!” Ruby insisted.

Weiss frowned. “Doesn’t that take away the nutritional value?”

“Uh, no! No nutrients are zapped from the sprouts. Adding bacon doesn’t equal subtracting healthiness. Come on, Weiss. It’s basic math.” Ruby rolled her eyes.

Oscar snickered, giving his girlfriend a fond look before turning to Weiss. “Oh, is there a gas station nearby? We didn’t see one when we were pulling in.”

“It’s just down the road that way. We can stop there on the way to the butcher’s shop,” Weiss assured him. “For now, let’s get you two settled in.”

The four went up the stairs, and then up several more stairs until they reached the third floor of the complex, where Weiss unlocked the second door down the hallway and invited them in. The interior of the apartment was cozy and clean, with a futon taking up the living space, along with two small armchairs. A table bearing a large pot sat near the kitchen area, which was also in immaculate condition. Lights had been strung along the ceiling to make the place more colorful, and various odds and ends showing signs of Yang and Weiss’s college and fandom-related lives were scattered everywhere.

“Whoa!” Oscar’s eyes lit up as he put his sleeping bag on the ground, noticing a shelf of movies and games. “You have all the Studio Ghibli movies!” He stared at the DVDs. “Oh, Princess Kaguya. I haven’t seen that one yet.”

“Wait until you’re in the mood to bawl your eyes out,” Yang advised, shooting Weiss a glare. “I wasn’t sufficiently warned.”

“Consider it payback for introducing me to Grave of the Fireflies without telling me anything beforehand,” Weiss shot back.

“I really like Pom Poko,” Ruby piped up. “Though, everyone makes fun of it.”

“Most people see the giant tanuki balls, and don’t see anything else,” Yang said with a shrug.

“I don’t get that,” Oscar sighed. “I mean, it’s a bit weird, but it’s part of the lore surrounding tanuki in Japan, and there’s so much more to the movie than just that.”

The four continued to chat amicably as they unpacked Ruby and Oscar’s things. Then, talk went to plans for the weekend.

“So, we still need to get the meat and other stuff for tomorrow’s hot pot,” Weiss said. “And the butcher’s shop is closed on Sunday. We could walk around town a bit, do our shopping, then come back in time to get ready to go clubbing.”

Oscar’s eyes lit up. When planning his and Ruby’s visit to Yang and Weiss’s apartment, each of them had been asked what they wanted to do while there. Ruby, who had been jealous ever since Yang got a double-sided hot pot and hot plate for Christmas, begged to have a hot pot dinner. Oscar, whose social experiences were limited to pumpkin picking on his farm and the lame high school homecoming dances, wanted to go dancing in an actual college town.

“So, my age won’t be an issue?” he asked. While Ruby was eighteen and wouldn’t have any trouble getting into the clubs, he had only recently turned seventeen.

“Nah. There are some clubs that won’t let you in, but I did my homework,” Yang assured him. “There are enough clubs to last us several nights. You’ll just get two exes on your hand instead of one.”

“I can deal with that.”

The four went into town next. After filling Ruby’s car for the drive home on Monday morning, the group went to the butcher’s shop for beef, then the grocery store for shrimp and crab stick.

“I wish we could get more variety,” Weiss muttered.

“Hey, we’re on a college budget,” Yang reminded her. “This is pretty good, all things considered. Besides, most of our weekend money just went toward the soup ingredients.” They would probably be eating mostly potatoes until their next pay day, not that Ruby and Oscar would ever know that.

“Still worth it, though,” Weiss said, watching Ruby and Oscar with a smile. The two were looking at the large salmons on display, and Ruby was talking excitedly about how Taiyang would sometimes smoke salmon and other fish during the summer.

“Definitely.” Yang looped an arm around Weiss’s waist, hugging her briefly before calling to her sister.

As they walked to the checkout, she couldn’t help but notice how domestic this felt. Sure, she and Weiss had been living together since the beginning of their junior year, and they did nearly everything together from cleaning to shopping, but there was something special about this. Maybe it was the fact that they were technically preparing for their first real dinner party together, even if that party only included two more people.

She found herself imagining living in a nice house with Weiss post-graduation, having a huge holiday dinner with their combined families (minus Weiss’s asshole of a father, of course). Qrow and Winter were glaring lightning bolts at each other while Taiyang sat between them, masterfully keeping the peace. An older Whitley, who had managed to distance himself from his father by this point, was opening up to Ruby’s relentless kindness and even laughing a bit. Meanwhile, Yang was in the kitchen, preparing a kick-ass turkey while Weiss mixed drinks and the two kept smiling at each other over their shoulders. It was a pretty nice image.

Speaking of nice images, Weiss looked drop-dead gorgeous whenever she dressed up to go clubbing!

There was a handful of clothing items that Weiss had gathered since moving out of her father’s house that were reserved purely for casual, fun situations, and Yang loved it when she wore them. Not only did Weiss look amazing, but she always loosened up in a way she rarely ever did whenever she went to the clubs.

That night, the ensemble consisted of pale blue tights, a jean skirt that was shorter than anything she would have considered wearing a few years ago, a darker blue tank top, and a short jean jacket that had come with the skirt. She also wore a few silver bangles, and a blue choker Ruby had given her for her birthday.

Yang had decided to go with her favorite black short-shorts, a ripped yellow tee-shirt worn over a black tank, and black fingerless gloves with studs on the back.

Ruby had gone with her usual look: black tights, red and black skirt, and one of her rose-printed tee-shirts, though she did have a spiked wrist cuff that had clearly come from Spencer’s.

Oscar was wearing a black tee with a giant skull on it (also obviously from Spencer’s) with gray cargo shorts that bore a single silver chain going from one pocket to the other. He had also tied an orange bandana around his neck and was wearing a spiked wrist cuff that matched Ruby’s. He looked freaking adorable, and Yang had to bite her lip in order to keep from saying so.

The first club was a goth place that let people in for free on Saturdays as long as they were dressed the part. Thankfully, they were pretty lax and considered the spiked cuffs, studded gloves, and choker to be goth enough. Oscar and Ruby both got stamped, and they hurried in.

Oscar openly gaped at the neon-lit bar, the people stumbling about, and the loud bass music coming from the nearby dance area. “Okay, this is nothing like homecoming.”

Yang ruffled his hair. “Welcome to adult partying, kiddo. Have fun. Just make sure to keep hydrated.”

“And stay together at all times,” Weiss added firmly. “Our phones are on, so find us if you need anything, or if you want to leave.”

“Got it,” Ruby held up her phone with a grin.

The four stayed together for a half hour of dancing, during which time Yang and Weiss learned that Ruby and Oscar could absolutely not dance to save their lives. Then again, neither could most of the people there.

Eventually, Yang and Weiss retired to the bar while Ruby and Oscar got a quick drink of water before going back to dancing. Yang ordered a rum and coke while Weiss got a Dirty Shirly.

After taking a sip, Yang cast Weiss a sidewise smile. “Hey, gorgeous. You come here often, or am I just lucky?”

Weiss smirked, immediately going into character. “I come here on occasion, though I’m not sure what you mean by ‘lucky.’” She sipped her drink, giving Yang a coy glance.

“Getting a look at those beautiful eyes, of course,” Yang said with a dashing grin.

Weiss suppressed a giggle, though her cheeks turned a definite shade of pink. “Are you sure it’s my eyes you’re looking at?” she asked in an overly-prim voice.

“Among other things, yeah,” Yang answered smoothly. She spun around on her stool and rested her elbow on the bar. She cocked her head, her dazzling grin still in place. “What about you? See anything you like?”

Weiss made a show of eying Yang up and down, resting her chin on her hand as she did so. “Hm. Perhaps. What would it matter if I did?”

Yang leaned closer, her lavender eyes glinting conspiratorially. “Well, I got a pretty sweet pad not far from here. Perfect for entertaining a lovely lady, such as yourself. What do you say? Wanna get out of here?”

Unable to hold it together any longer, Weiss burst out laughing. Yang quickly followed, the two dissolving into mirth, putting their drinks down to keep from spilling.

“It’s no wonder I’m your first girlfriend,” Weiss gasped. “You are awful at flirting!”

“Hey! I am freaking amazing, and you know it!” Yang huffed. “And Blake was my girlfriend in high school for, like, a month! That counts!”

“Oh, please.” Weiss rolled her eyes. “‘Getting a look at those beautiful eyes?’ That is the corniest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Shut up, you love it!” Yang elbowed Weiss gently, snickering as she took a sip of her rum and coke, which was starting to go flat. She poured more coke into it before gulping it down.

It was nice to relax and go drinking, especially now that their exams were over. As a rule, due to the history of alcoholism in both of their families, they didn’t keep booze in the house. They only drank in social situations, and only got drunk at parties and weddings. So far, they were doing pretty well. Neither one planned on getting overly drunk while they had Ruby and Oscar to mind, of course.

“I may take you up on your offer,” Weiss said as she finished her own drink. “Once our guests go home.” She winked before putting enough money for both of their drinks on the bar, grabbing Yang’s hand, and leading her back toward the dance floor.

They were making their way to Ruby and Oscar, when they saw someone else get there first. It was a college-aged boy who was clearly inebriated, and who started dancing a little too obscenely and a little too close to Ruby. Oscar quickly put himself between the larger boy and his girlfriend, and the two moved to a different part of the dance floor. When the college boy tried to follow, he found himself blocked by Yang and Weiss.

“Aren’t those kids a bit young for you?” Yang growled, her eyes taking on a reddish tinge.

“And no, that wasn’t an offer from us,” Weiss clarified. “Shoo,” she said, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture.

The guy took a step forward, paused, glanced at Yang’s clenched fists and obvious muscles, and thought better of it. With a shrug, he walked off, stumbling a bit on his way back to the bar.

Yang turned to Ruby and Oscar, who were gazing at her and Weiss like they were the coolest people on the planet. “And now you’ve both had your first Club Creep,” she said. “In the future, if Weiss or I aren’t around, look for the nearest bartender or bouncer. Got it?”

“Oh, we know!” Oscar insisted. “We were just about to go to the bar when you two showed up.”

Ruby shrugged. “I could’ve taken him. I’ve been taking self-defense classes. My hand-to-hand is getting pretty good.”

“Hopefully, you won’t ever have to use it.” Yang ruffled her sister’s hair affectionately. “So, want to hit another place? There’s a club nearby that’s having a Gay Night as well as a drag show in another half hour.”

“Yeah!” Oscar said eagerly.

“Let’s go!” Ruby insisted.

The four ended up visiting three clubs overall before Weiss noticed Oscar stumbling with exhaustion and called it a night. Even though both she and Yang were fairly tipsy by this point, they ended up supporting Ruby and Oscar during most of the walk home. Everyone was so tired, they fell asleep almost immediately, Ruby on the futon, Oscar on top of his sleeping bag, and Yang and Weiss in their shared bed.

They were slow to wake up the next day, with Weiss waking up first at noon and showering immediately. Next came Oscar, then Ruby, and finally Yang. Once everyone was awake, they had a light late breakfast at Weiss’s favorite coffee shop. Though they were hungry, they carefully avoided eating too much in anticipation for the hot pot meal that night.

Back at the apartment, Weiss set to work preparing two hot pot broths, one spicy, one not. Ruby openly gaped at her.

“I can’t believe it!” she gasped. “The person who set our oven on fire is being allowed to cook without supervision!”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “That was one time, and it happened several years ago,” she huffed. “I’ve gotten better since then.”

“If there aren’t any fires, I’ll believe you.” Ruby’s nose wrinkled as she watched Weiss sauté the peppers and spices. “That’s a lot of spice.” She also detected a burning aroma from where Yang was prepping a pot of hot oil.

“Don’t worry, sis. That’s why the pot is two-sided. And we got sesame sauce, soy sauce, oyster sauce, and sesame oil for dipping.” Yang took a taste of the hot oil, grinning as her tongue was immediately numbed. “Perfect!”

“I can chop up the vegetables, if you want,” Oscar offered.

“Go for it,” Yang said. “Ruby, can you get the meat?”

Ruby obeyed, looking skeptically at the plate of shrimp. “Are you sure we don’t peel it before cooking?”

“Completely,” Weiss assured her. “You cook them in the soup, suck out the head, then peel the rest before dipping.”

Yang snickered. “Yeah, sis. That’ll be the only head you ever suck, amirite?��

Ruby groaned. “Again, with the ace jokes!” She elbowed her sister and smiled to show that she didn’t actually mind.

Dinner was a long and very fun affair, and there was more than enough food to go around. Yang, of course, ate a good amount of beef, as well as the eggplant. Weiss enjoyed the potatoes and mussels. Ruby went for the beef, as well as many of the vegetables. Oscar mostly ate the vegetables and shrimp. He and Ruby decimated the sprouts. Eventually, Yang relented and tried one. After cooking it in the spicy broth and dipping it in some sesame sauce, she begrudgingly admitted that it tasted pretty good.

After cleaning up, the four were pleasantly drowsy, but not ready to go to sleep just yet. So, Yang broke out the sodas and popcorn and put in Spirited Away. She and Weiss made it to the end, while Ruby and Oscar fell asleep halfway through. Carefully, the older girls got up and rearranged the two kids so that they were lying fully on the futon. Ruby mumbled something in her sleep and cuddled closer to Oscar, who smiled slightly at whatever he was dreaming about.

Yang had to cover her mouth to keep from squealing. “They are so adorable! I can’t!”

Weiss smiled fondly. “They certainly are.” She pulled the blanket over the two, turned off the television, and took their copy of Castle in the Sky from the shelf. “Want to continue this in our room?”

Yang grinned. “Definitely!”

The two cuddled together in their bed, Weiss’s laptop propped up on both of their laps as they started the movie. Weiss nuzzled against Yang’s shoulder, smiling as Yang kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer with one arm. A half hour later, she was sound asleep.

Yang carefully folded the laptop and placed it to the side before maneuvering herself and Weiss into a lying-down position. Pulling her girlfriend close, she shut her eyes and let out a contented sigh. Normally, she’d entertain a sappy thought or two concerning her girlfriend, her sister, Oscar, or a combination of the above factors, but she fell asleep too quickly for even that.

I thought I’d give you a nice side of Rose Garden with your @freezerburn-week entry today! I seriously can’t get enough of my adorable babies!

If you like what you see, feel free to check out my Fanfiction page and my Patreon.

Peace out!

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kpopscenariosblog · 6 years

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A Past In The Nile: Part 2

Jungkook x Reader

Ancient Egypt au, mystery au, Fantasy au

Word count: 2,256

Summary: Fresh out of high school you go on a trip to Egypt with your friend just to witness an ancient corpse be brought back to life.

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You were on your way into the city, earlier you declared that you wanted to go home as soon as possible and refused to stay in the hot sandy place after what had just happened. Your entire being was shocked from the realization that all of the crazy things going on were a reality and not just something pulled out of a mythology book or some old folk lore story waiting to be told. It was all real.

Jimin tried his best to convince you to stay adding a “No matter where you go, he will always find you.” But you weren’t having any of it. And of course someone had to pry Jungkook away from you, well maybe more than just one person, but in the end the mission was a success.

Jin placed down your luggages in the hotel room, with a grunt

“Okay, so your all set and your flight leaves tomorrow at 12:00.”

“Thanks Jin. I really appreciate it.”

“It was no problem, have a safe trip.”

You bid Jin goodbye, making sure that the door was closed completely. You were extremely thankful to him for taking the time to get you all settled and ready to fly home instead of you having to do it all by yourself. You turned around and instantly jumped out of your skin at the intruder standing in front of the window facing you with a curious expression adorning his features. How the hell did Jungkook get into your room? You just booked the room and it took you hours to get into the city from the camping site so how did he get here so fast?

Jungkook began to take small steps towards you as your feet stayed rooted to floor. Your mind blanked and you didn’t know what to do as the boy came closer and closer.

“(y/n), my love, Why have you been trying so hard to stay astray from me?”

He spoke softly and you could feel his warm breath on your skin causing your body to break out into goose bumps. You flicked your head up to look into his eyes, registering his question, but still trying to piece together how he got here in the first place. You opened your mouth and closed it not a second later, there was no way that you could answer his question. It was meant for the you in the pass from a few thousand years ago and this was a whole new different you framed from things of the present.

“Have I done something wrong?” He asked, his eyes trained on you, you shook your head

“You frighten me.....I-I mean you were just dead and now your here alive and breathing.” you took in a deep breathe “That is nowhere near normal.”

“Do you wish not to see me because of that. It is your culture, you’ve witnessed these things many times before, you grew up around these happenings.”

“NO I HAVE NOT JUNGKOOK......... maybe in a past life but in this life time I have not.” you met his eyes with a sorrowful look as he stared at you in confusion “I’m sorry Jungkook but I am not the Bektamun that you once knew.”

“But you were supposed to be mummified with me, we were to awake together. Something is not right, if you have been born again then that shall mean that.” Jungkook rambled on before pausing as sudden realization struck him, his breathing began to grow loud and uneven, his eyes holding strong emotion

“NO, NO, IT CAN’T BE.” wrapping you into his arms he let out an endless string of apologies, the panic rising in his voice. For some odd reason the emotion that he was portraying began to seep into you. Warm salty droplets of tears ran down your face, as you felt apologetic also, as if you had betrayed him and were terribly sorry. But for what? You returned his embrace softly sobbing into his chest and as time passed by the both of you calmed down. Jungkook pulled back staring deep into your eyes for a few minutes before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Im sorry (y/n).”

You opened your eyes and when you did he was gone. Great not only have you witnesses a bad man come back to life, who you apparently have a history with, but the dead man has some type of teleportation powers. You climbed up onto your bed, laying down to where you faced the ceiling, stuck in deep thought.

A lanky boy with longer legs than yours at the time, who could be no older than twelve was chasing after you and you giggled as you ran away from him, trying your best not to get caught. Eventually you lost sight of the boy and decided to hide behind on of the big wooden crates filled with fruit, silently you let soft chuckles slip past your lips as you waited for the boy to walk past your hiding spot “There you are” you heard from behind you and turned to be met with the same boy that was chasing after you. Letting out a loud squeal, you hop up and begin to dart away from the boy. Not even a minute passed before almost large arms wrap around your waist, causing you to howl out in laughter

“Gotcha (y/n).” was what the boy called out as you went limp in his arms

“Ahh Taehyung, you caught me.” Taehyung beamed “Now, for my reward?”

“Oh, right” you leaned down and gave the boy a peck on the cheek, which caused the him to flush red and smile uncontrollably

“ (Y/N)!!!!!!! TAEHYUNG!!!!.” The both of you looked up in the direction in which the voice came from. A girl who appeared to be in her teens ran up to the both of you “(y/n), your parents have requested to see the both of you now.”

You turn to Taehyung and give a smirk before sprinting off towards your parents “LAST ONE THERE HAS TO GIVE THE WINNER A PIGGY BACK RIDE.”

“HEY, NO FAIR.”

You sat at an isolated table located in the far back of the library, books revolving around ancient Egypt and its traditions splayed out all over the table. You were trying your best to piece together what was going on in your life at this point in time but every time you did, you would wind up even more confused than you were before. It had been a week since you last seen your ‘mummy lover’ but instead of the relief that you initially thought you would feel you for some odd reason felt disappointed, you were thirsty for knowledge and you felt as if something extreme was missing.

You huffed in irritation no matter how many times you dived in to the endless sea of books in search for information you would always come to shore lacking the material that you were searching for. You knew that you wouldn’t find anything in the books or the internet for that matter, which is what led you to where you were right now, standing in front of Park Jimin’s door. Since the incident in Egypt you tried your best to to avoid the soft eyed guy but in the end you knew that you would run back to confide in the man, He was always there treating and caring for you as if you were his younger sister. On the first knock the door swung open and you immediately jumped into jimin’s arms, The blonde haired boy holds you into a hold, giving a small chuckle.

“Ahh (y/n), how have you been?”

“Jimin I wanna know whats going on, i’m so confused and it’s killing me.”

Jimin hands you a glass of water as you sit down on the couch to face him on the couch across from you. His home was very cozy the ice grey walls trimmed in mocha giving the place a warm feeling while also being very aesthetic. This matched hime perfectly.

“Well I don’t know what exactly happened with you and Jungkook but from what I do know is that you were supposed the mummified with him and the both of you were to awake together other than that the rest is to your memories, Have they started yet?”

“They started in Egypt. But how is this whole situation even possible?”

“Look (y/n), I know this is a lot to take in.” Jimin started, shifted his position from leaning back on the couch to lean forward and continued “We are what most people would call mythical, we’re human but not quite.”

your mouth gaped “You too?” He nodded “I promise once all of the memories come everything will start making sense, just give it time-”

“(y/n)?” Jungkook calls out walking towards both you and jimin to join you in the cozy living room. You inwardly start to panic, butterflies going crazy in your stomach as your chest tightens, you purse your lips and try to calm yourself down. You were not ready to face him yet. Your breathe starts to come out ragged and when did the room get so hot? The room starts to spin, the next emotion you feel is fear, it’s shortly lived but its still there and next theres anger, anger at yourself for reacting like this. You could faintly hear some are you okays and callings of your name being thrown around but you were to immersed in your whirlwind of emotions to notice.

An ear piercing scream shoots throughout the room, bouncing off of the walls and reverberating around the room. White clouds your vision before your vision refocuses and as soon as you come back to your senses you see that everything in the room is floating above the ground your crouched on the floor while Jimin and Jungkook stand there in shock, shooting each other a look. The objects that levitate above the ground in which they belong rotate in slow circles with no intention of coming down to their respective spots anytime soon. The pair that are currently recovering from their initial shock then proceed to focus their attention back onto you

“(y/n), I’m gonna need you to calm down.” Jimin’s soft voice spoke “What is going on? What’s wrong with me.” You question, your voice cracking as each word slips past your lips. A crack of thunder sounds with a dramatic ‘BOOM’ and rain begins to pour heavily with a few flashes of lightening flashing from here and there.

“Nothings wrong with you (y/n) every things okay.”

You feel large arms wrap around you and it doesn’t take much for you to immediately know that its Jungkook. You break and sobs escape your mouth, salty tears roll down your cheeks and you confide in him, let yourself be held by the dead but alive boy. For some odd reason his touch is soothing you, letting you know that he is there for you. He’s warm, he’s breathing, he has emotions, you can feel him, he’s real, and he’s definitely alive. Although you don’t know why you got so worked up just from seeing him, his presence seems to calm you down in no time and soon all of the objects that were once floating in the air and defying the laws of gravity tumble down, landing on the flat wooden surface with loud thumps and clattering. Which leaves the once cozy living room in a mess with an array of things strewn across the floor. The storm outside carries on.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there in that same position with Jungkook, but when you look up you see a less than impressed Jimin locking eyes with Jungkook before he shouts out “JUNGKOOK NOOO!!!!” But it’s too late. Now your in in a room lit by a few candles hanging up on the copper brown walls. “Jungkook, Where are we?” You stand up hastily observing your surroundings

“Were at home.” You turned to face him a look of disbelief etched onto your features “I’m not quite finished with the adjustments yet, but i’ll have it done in no time and we can live here together comfortably.”

“Jungkook, This is really sweet of you but I cant stay here.”

“Why not?” he frowned “Do you dislike my presence to that extent? you used to love me so much” he looked down to face the ground, sadness laced in his voice as he whispered out the last part

“Jungkook I-”

“Have you even gotten all of your memories back yet?”

“No, I have not, but I-” you tried to speak but he kept cutting you off “You need to stay here, your just now regaining your powers and you don’t know how to control them.”

“No, Jungkook I don’t need to stay here and I honestly do not wish to do so.”

“(y/n), why are you so adamant on avoiding me?I just want to love you. Why wont you let me love you?”

“Cause thats not how things work Jungkook. I’M NOT YOURS, I don’t even know you.”

You know your words hurt him, you could feel it seeping into the atmosphere. He wore it clear on his face until that hurt turned into an entirely different emotion: Irritation. “Fine” He huffed out, grabbing your arm and then you were back in Jimin’s wrecked living room with no sign of Jungkook anywhere. The storm outside was still going on strong, The hard pats of water hitting the glass of the window and the, loud thumps of thunder roaring aloud just like your emotions

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the-kings-tail-fin · 7 years

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Cal doesn't believe in ghosts. But both Lightning and Bobby had something in mind;;; based on my random oneshot where both did a prank on da poor Cal (in da forest) and scared da heck out of h i m HUHUHU

I was sitting at work when I saw that picture you posted on Instagram and I nearly choked on my water in the break area. Cal looked so worried!

“Come on, Bobby, are we there yet?” Cal complained. “We’ve been out here forever.”

“It’s been ten minutes, Cal.” Bobby reminded him. “And don’t talk so loudly. You’ll wake the spirits up.”

“Whatever.” Cal rolled his eyes and kept trudging through the undergrowth.

Bobby’s property was extensive, and right smack dab in the middle of Nowhere, Mississippi. Mississippi in summertime is as swampy as it gets without going to the Louisiana bayou itself. With outrageous humidity and insects the size of small tires, Cal didn’t want to be outside in the daytime, let alone at night.

His friend thought differently. Bobby had told him all about this supposedly haunted shack a half a mile or so back through the woods. When Cal laughed and told Bobby he didn’t believe in hauntings, ghosts, or anything of that sort, he’d essentially signed his own permission slip for going and checking it out.

The sound of the crickets and bullfrogs was overwhelming, consuming the night around them. They were driving with no lights through a lightly wooded, swampy field, guided only by the moon and Cal’s wavering trust in his friend. The dew had coated everything, so not only were they getting dirty, they were getting wet and itchy as well.

“This place better be as good as you say it is.” Cal said, shaking some mud off his front right tire. “I’ll have you know this is the sketchiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Relax, man.” Bobby continued to talk in a hushed tone. “Just go with it. Take in the lore.”

“I told you, I don’t believe in lore.” he reminded him. “The only piece of lore I ever even found interesting was The Legend of Wooley Swamp and that’s just because Tex likes to listen to The Charlie Daniels Band a lot. And if you’ll recall, that story didn’t end well for anyone.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now come on, there’s a creek up here we need to cross. Then we’re almost there.”

Cal heard it before he saw it. Bobby took point and crossed it first, leaving Cal to hesitantly follow. He didn’t like not being able to see what was in the water, and flipped his headlights on to get a better look.

“Cal!” Bobby hissed at him. “No lights! What’s with you?”

“I just wanted to see the water, sheesh, calm down.” Cal turned his lights back off and entered the stream hesitantly. He hadn’t seen anything, but then again he’d had all of two seconds to look.

The moment his front tires beached on the other side of the water, something loud and thudding came pounding towards them from the yonder side before splashing into the water. Cal screamed as something hit him in the side, and kicked up dirt and mud all over Bobby as he high-tailed it into the woods. He couldn’t see anything, but only something huge could have made a sound like that. Was it chasing him? Was this the end?

“Cal!” Bobby caught up with him and pulled him to a halt. “Dude, what was that?”

“I don’t know!” Cal was whispering now, panting. “I don’t know, man, but it was big. Did it follow us?”

“I don’t think so. But then again I didn’t see it either.” Bobby looked worried. “I don’t even know what kind of creature could make that big of a commotion.”

They sat in silence for a moment and listened. There was nothing, not even the crickets and frogs now, at least not for a long ways off. It was eerie. Cal felt a shiver run through him.

“Alright.” Bobby sighed, still speaking quietly. “Come on. Stay with me. No lights, no loud sounds. Got it?”

A twig snapped behind them, and Cal squeaked in surprise. He could almost feel something breathing down his side.

“Okay.” his response was barely audible as they slowly, quietly started into the final leg of their journey.

Cal couldn’t shake the feeling that something was following him, but every time he turned and looked behind him, there was nothing. He would drive through patches of warm air, cold air, warm, cold, then warm again. In some places the insects would be singing, and in other places they wouldn’t be. Something wasn’t right, and Cal began to realize there may be more to the place than he’d given it credit for.

To keep his mind occupied, he began mentally singing the lyrics to the song he’d had stuck in his head ever since they’d started in on their adventure. It wasn’t exactly comforting, but it was distracting.

Well if you ever go back to the Wooley Swamp, well you better not go at night.

There’s things out there in the middle of them woods that’d make a strong man die of fright.

There’s things that crawl and things that fly, and things that creep around on the ground.

And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he -

Bobby stopped so suddenly Cal nearly ran into him. Bobby motioned for him to stay still, and Cal wasn’t about to protest. He was suddenly very acutely aware of the environment around him, like his senses had all just been dialed to ten. There was something small moving in the weeds to his right. A bird flapped its wings above him and to the left. All other life was silent around them.

Cal shivered. He wanted to go back to Bobby’s house, but he didn’t have the guts to say so. He had to tough this out or he’d never hear the end of it.

“Did you hear that?” Bobby asked.

“Hear what?” Cal didn’t hear anything. All he heard was a lack of something.

An unnatural screaming sound came from behind them, and something warm and writhing fell onto Cal’s hood. He jumped, shook the screeching creature off of him and pushed Bobby forward. Bobby didn’t ask questions. Cal was trembling, too shook up to make any sort of noise.

“Maybe this wan’t a good idea.” Bobby murmured.

Cal, wide-eyed and paranoid, stuck to Bobby’s side. “You think?”

They continued to drive. Cal saw it before Bobby pointed it out. That old rickety shack looked just like what Cal’d pictured Lucius Clay’s house to be. He was immediately on the lookout for pits of quicksand. He wasn’t dying tonight if he had anything to say about it.

“Finally.” Bobby said in a normal tone of voice. “We made it!”

“Yeah, great.” Cal's fear nullified any excitement he might have felt. “Now what?”

“Now we go check it out!” Bobby approached the front door and opened it.

The hinges creaked ominously until the wooden slab came to a halt. Cal nosed in and flipped his headlights on again. They’d made it past whatever had been following them, right? If Bobby thought it was safe to talk out loud, it was safe to use lights.

It would have been a cozy little area had it not been for all the cobwebs. The house looked like it had been left in a hurry. There were dishes still in the cabinets and a table set to be served. A window on the opposing wall opened up a view of the pond behind the building, and it was actually quite serene.

“Hey, this is pretty cool.” Cal called back to his friend.

No response.

“Bobby?”

Cal went to look out the way he’d come in, but the door slammed shut as he turned. There was more silence.

“Uh, alright, man. Really funny. You bring me out here, we get chased by something, you lock me in an old building, I get it.” Cal sounded much more confident and relaxed than he was.

There was still nothing. Cal pushed on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He thought he heard whispers from across the room, but when he looked there was nothing there. As if on cue, the light of the moon was obscured by darkening clouds, and Cal was fully dependent on his own lights.

“Come on, Bobby, I - “

The floor was shaking. Or was that him? No, it was definitely the floor. He could see each individual wooden board modulating under some unseen weight. Cal felt cold again. And scared. He wasn’t afraid to admit he was scared.

He tried ramming the door, but there wasn’t enough room for him to make a run at it. That didn’t keep him from trying. Silently panicking, he tried to consider his options, but his mind wouldn’t process anything more complex than what was right in front of him.

Something touched his rear fender. Cal yelled and whipped around, ready to strike. Two figures approached him from behind, covered in old ratty sheets that had horrible embroidery on them. Cal’s fight or flight mechanism had switched from flight clear to the other end of the spectrum. He reached out, and in one swift motion, pulled the fabric off the two intruders.

The two immediately started laughing while Cal looked on, speechless and a little angry.

“What the heck?” he asked incredulously. “Bobby, how did you get in here? And Lightning, where the heck did you come from?”

His friends only responded to his questions in more laughter and mockery. Cal finally felt safe, but at what cost?

“Dude, you were so scared.” Bobby wheezed. “When McQueen jumped into the water earlier, I thought you were gonna… and then he threw a...”

His own laughter cut him off mid sentence. Cal gave Lightning an annoyed look, expecting a more coherent answer.

“Cal, there was another door right over there.” he informed him. “You could have just gone out that way instead of trying to bring the place down. Oh, and by the way, where’d you learn to scream? I’ve never heard anything like that.”

Cal just sighed. “Alright. Whatever. You got me. Now what? We’re out here, aren’t we?”

“I brought beer, cards, and poker chips.” Bobby said, catching his breath and pulling a box out from behind an old wooden chest. “Who’s down for some backwoods poker?”

#cal weathers #bobby swift #Lightning McQueen

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pkrs-fr · 7 years

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wisteria whirls: the shortcut edition

Alright, I’m lazy as hell and have realized I’m never going to get my lore together (at least in a timely fashion). I really want to send out a general idea of what’s happening in my clan because I’m sick of half my dragons and want to do a lair purge, but can’t without a Lore Reason because it’d bother me. So here’s the abbreviated version of What’s Going Down and What Has Gone Down, feat. the snarky tone I use when I really don’t want to be writing stuff and can’t take things seriously.

My clan lore revolves around two struggles for the most part: “how many familiars is Enough” and “what are the limits of humanity” or something like that. Y’know. Just “is what we’re doing SERIOUSLY a moral thing to do”, applied to a whole bunch of situations. What’s a story?

Oh also here’s the page with lore and titles and stuff. Fancy.

1. In the beginning, there was Titania, a Fae who hatched in the realm of the Arcanist and wandered for years before meeting Solus. Solus was kind of a jerk but hey he was better than wandering and their magic apparently worked well together to make a bunch of little dragonbabies. They settled in the Crystalspine Reaches and quickly made long-distance allies in Wind and Lightning. These Wind and Lightning clans sent Notturna and Aya respectively. Notturna helped Titania with day-to-day duties, and Aya used his knowledge of. Another clan, one from Light, sent a hatchling named Marimba.

Titania found the Auction House went on a journey around the fringes of the Starfall Isles and rescued a bunch of kids. Byzantium, Aster, Opalus, Tiay, and Geode. Byzantium and Aster bonded with Marimba quickly and became the clan’s fighters. Opalus became an alchemist, and Tiay and Geode became interior and fashion designers respectively. Gotta make this lair livable SOMEHOW.

However, something quickly became apparent and that something was “Solus is a racist prick”. In his eyes, none of these new additions to the clan were valid members of Arcane because they came from other flights. Dude. Chill.

2. Notturna and Aya mated and kept Auxiliary, who became a healer in training under Aya’s tutelage. Along the way, Notturna found her own out of flight babies, those being Fulgurite (Lightning rep), Julien (clan mascot and woobie), and Pendergast (guy who sits there and is abrasively protective). They also found an old Pearlcatcher named Blake wandering around and being a prick. Although they only meant to shelter him for like three days or something, it got out of hand and now he’s a permanent fixture and no one likes him except Fulgurite for some reason. Like, they mated. And had eggs. So many eggs. Do you want an egg? I don’t want an egg. Please take their eggs.

Anyway a problem was that Pendergast immediately took his charge to be Tiay and was a massive jerk about it. “Don’t come anywhere near her she’s my charge” sort of thing. Another problem was that Blake was a filthy freeloader and we’re not sure why we didn’t kick him out but here he is, 2 years later, still being a dick.

Four more hatchlings came to the clan. Ruby, Leviathan, Phaino, Tridacna, and Tanzanite. Ruby and Leviathan immediately stuck together like glue and refused to stop plotting the clan’s downfall, as tiny troublemakers are wont to do. Phaino went with Opalus to become an apprentice alchemist, Tridacna wanted to become a coli fighter, and Tanzanite also is a freeloader but at least she does jobs that she’s asked to do. (just @ blake next time) Anyway Opalus is like the dad to all these kids now.

3. Even more new dragons. Rhyolite was brought in as an ambassador to Fire, and Fulgurite remained a Lightning ambassador. (To this day I have friends in neither flight.) Adonia came to the clan as well and was tiny and cute so she became the representative and messenger of the clan itself. That’s cool.

Gavotte and Robyn came along as well as Merriam and Gioclase. Gavotte and Robyn became journalists and started documenting what happened in the clan, so that was cool. Merriam was convinced she was a wizard. I don’t know why, don’t ask why. She has zero combat experience and regularly convinces herself that she’s a Nature/Fire/Wind/whatever mage. She’s an Ice dragon. Why is she like this. Gioclase, as a rogue for hire, immediately gravitated to Leviathan and Ruby and they just plotted for weeks on end.

More importantly, there was Fortissimo. Fortissimo was cranky but he had a good reason for that, that being “he’s prone to magical outbursts for no reason that often end up destroying chunks of the lair and he hates it”. He tried to keep that on the down low so no one really paid attention or noticed. He thought Merriam was pretty cute though and also eggs. E G G S

Hirwen and Nacre are also there. I forgot to put this in my outline. Hirwen saw the clan, went “nah”, and then abandoned it for a while. She came back though. Now Nacre, her girlfriend, is sad and full of abandonment issues. Anyway they’re both mechanics.

4. It was my birthday and I hatched one of Fortissimo and Merriam’s nests. The very first child of their entire Coatl/Nocturne 3% Coatl rate was, in fact, a Coatl named Vega. I kept him. He’s my avatar. The IMPORTANT THING IS he also had a brother named Pulsar, who proceeded to wreck things with a giant magical blast. Things happened and basically Fortissimo is now Very Dangerous And Full Of Magic. Vega could stay because he didn’t seem to exhibit any of the magical outburst things, but he was given some semi-parasitic mushrooms to feed off of his magical energy (wait I could make a new lore thing out of this) and keep outbursts from happening.

There was also Theia, who immediately flocked to Under Gavotte and Robyn’s Wings and became an amateur journalist who put on adorable little “okay this is what happened in the clan” things. And Aubade, who was an Imperial for a while and thought it too clunky so he got breed changed to a Fae. Follow your dreams. Aubade tended to see the good in everyone and everything.

Also the fact that Pulsar was taken away from the clan led Vega to develop serious abandonment issues but shhh

5. Aya thought that Solus’s blatant racism was pretty bad so he organized a squad of people to check it out and figure out how to convince everyone else to throw him out. They all wore birdskulls. It was cool.

6. Mie and Shilling came into the clan to work as hoard guards with Mila, an old and cantankerous drill sergeant. About as soon as this happened, Solus started being Extremely Cranky, the worst he’d ever been. Gioclase immediately bailed because he was a cowardly wretch. Mie and Shilling were mostly confused and politely asked to leave, please. (And so they did.) Robyn and Gavotte were screamed at by Solus and understandably left, leaving Theia feeling very alone and sad. Mila left too, mostly because she got bored. Same with Tridacna.

In the meantime, someone realized we had WAY too many dragons in the clan, so we moved to the Starwood Strand. And stayed there. Because the aesthetic is good.

Also I think I had dragons named Linnia and Kranion at some point but I forgot what they did and I sold them anyway so who cares.

7. So by the way our hoard apparently needs guarding. Mie and Shilling did this for a while, watched over by Mila. Unfortunately they all left. Amaris and Amicitia came along later but that’s not relevant right now. But here’s the thing about how our familiars work: Coli enemies are typically just puppets controlled by the Shade at this point, and defeating them drives the Shade out, leaving them lifeless. HOWEVER they sometimes imprint on a warrior dragon and go home with them, but they’re reliant on the magical energy of the dragon to Maybe Not Die. This is unfortunately impractical when your clan has upwards of 800 familiars, so Hirwen and Nacre rigged a device to use the elemental energy contained in festival currency and chests to keep the familiars from dying forever. But no one has to KNOW that.

So that’s why we need a familiar commissioner to watch over them and the hoard guards don’t know why they’re guarding the hoard. It’s very serious business.

8. Along the way somewhere, we picked up a dragon named Acapella, and obviously she was Shade-possessed. I mean there’s a 666 in her ID. I think I just ran with it. Anyway everyone’s suspicious of her and her actions, except maybe Aubade, who started having weird dreams about a singing Mirror child. Coincidentally, Amaris and Karalynn came to the clan. Karalynn’s an astronomer and wanted to investigate the influence of Arcane energies on the study of the stars. She then realized that there was a massive dark patch over the clan’s area of sky, which was worrisome to say the least.

Amaris is tired all the time and has occasionally prophetic dreams. So that’s cool. The prophetic dreams foretold death and destruction in the clan. So that’s not cool.

9. Okay so we finally got a familiar commissioner and his name is Jones. He brought a mate. She’s Pica, a chocolatier. But whoops a daisy, we also have Boysen, a not-pastry chef! The conflict between Pica and Boysen grew to a head and eventually Phaino stepped in to offer Boysen her patronage. Aw, cute. Insularia came to the clan too, a roaming vagabond who was taking shelter. She immediately became suspicious of Leviathan and cozied up with him to figure out his deal. Ruby is jealous. Amicitia came to the clan too, a wide-awake hoard guard to be friends with Amaris, a never-awake hoard guard. They’re not very effective.

For some reason even though Insularia and Amicitia look entirely different they’re related. I don’t know how that happened.

Oh also I finished my breeding projects around this point and got Zayla, Mel, Oliver, Cory, and Nathaniel as OC fandragons. They’re cute. Just imagine them sitting on the sidelines of the lore and going “not dealing with that” every time something happens.

10. If the familiars stay alive because of dragon energy, and Fortissimo has too much dragon energy, what if we made a machine for him to release excess energy into?

That went terribly and now he’s locked in the Vault in a comatose state because he tripped on a wire. Good job team. But in the aftermath there was an egg, which hatched into a quiet little Noc named “Unnamed”. This is because Denizen and Finite, those lovely Guardians who are my lorekeepers and very creepy, found her in the vault and didn’t see a reason to name her. She never speaks, having no reason to. It’s funny because Finite doesn’t speak either. Literally the only one who speaks is Denizen, and even then it’s a sometimes thing. It’s amazing that no one’s gotten suspicious of them yet but here we are.

Anyway Jones is freaking out. But no one can know about this. NO ONE.

11. Acapella actually managed to influence enough of the Shade to like, crawl out and poke Blake a little. Blake then attacked Tanzanite, who was like “okay Blake is a whiny baby not a fighting whiny baby SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE” so they investigated it and found out that it was, indeed, Acapella’s fault. As it tends to be. For some reason no one’s doing anything about this because Aubade is completely convinced that she’s a good person somewhere. Tanzanite got a breed change to be a Bogsneak to combat Acapella’s influence by going where no dragon in the clan had gone before.

12. Meanwhile, Julien, Pendergast, Geode, and Tiay got tired of dealing with the clan and straight-up left. Notturna is really sad over this. Merriam is also really sad over the fact that FORTISSIMO IS MISSING. So now they’re sort of just holding on to each other and scream-crying.

13. Amaris and Karalynn are gay. Amaris manages to take Karalynn up to see the stars, but ends up passing out. So it turns out stuff’s going down behind the scenes, or something. Bad premonitions. Anyway they hurry back to the lair.

14. Re: the familiars, Jones comes to the realization that Fortissimo is only alive in the loosest sense of the word and that it’s most moral to pull the plug on him. So Fortissimo’s dead now. ONE CASUALTY SO FAR, I guess. Jones announces it to the world, Vega and Merriam are heartbroken. However, the Unnamed starts speaking in plain freaking Draconian that “hey by the way I’m the last child please love me” and so on. Anyway she takes the name Myosotis. Because forget-me-nots. Because don’t forget Fortissimo. Ha. Hahaha.

Jones leaves the clan out of guilt and the weird looks everyone’s giving him. Pica goes too because they’re mates and she likes him more than she likes the clan, and also it’s really dangerous these days. Boysen almost leaves because without Pica’s rivalry, there’s no reason for him to stay and spice up his life. Phaino, his mate, is offended.

15. Acapella somehow influences Solus and makes him think he’s a boss or something and he henceforth wreaks havoc on everyone. He’s like racist, but also dangerous and feral now. Aya attempts to intervene, and winds up dead. TWO CASUALTIES. Notturna freaks out, finally takes a stand for herself, and leaves with Auxiliary in order to protect themselves. Blake gives everyone a really long Reason You Suck speech, except it’s just for the clan, and leaves. Fulgurite follows him. Hirwen is mad because SHE wanted to do a Reason You Suck speech but Blake beat her to it and also leaves. Nacre, not knowing what to do with herself, leaves as well, but on a pilgrimage to the Arcanist to figure out what she’s doing with herself.

16. Leviathan and Ruby are doing just fine causing minor chaos, but Ruby’s heart isn’t really in it. She reveals to him that she’s worried, he laughs it off. He stops laughing it off when Solus leaves Ruby near-dead. She leaves the clan feeling alienated and frustrated, and Leviathan acknowledges his mistakes and feels Really Really Bad. Insularia comforts him somewhat, reveals her past, and makes him feel worse. But he’s more self aware? Anyway they become an Actual Couple instead of a Functional One and Leviathan resolves to reform.

17. Aubade continues to insist that Acapella is not actually mean. There’s some pseudo-religious and science things with notes left behind by Hirwen and a lot of puzzling through with Amaris and Karalynn, but long story short the Shade is banished from Acapella. Yay. Aubade, however, realizes that she’s completely vulnerable at this time, and suggests that she goes to follow the Arcanist as well. He accompanies her to work in her service, leaving Vega and Theia sad and somewhat abandoned. Solus no longer has as much Shade-fueled power to Go Forth And Cause Chaos and he’s really upset about that.

18. Did I say “upset” because I meant “REALLY PISSED OFF”. Solus realizes that everyone’s scared of him and is bitterly joyous about it, He intimidates Rhyolite into leaving and tries to kill Amicitia, and nearly succeeds. Wow everything is so dark™ and edgy™ here in the Whirls. But Amaris and Karalynn save Amicitia by… changing his appearance entirely and also he’s kind of a cyborg now. He’s not sure how to feel about this. I’m not sure how to feel about this, and I wrote it. Just bear with me.

19. Titania finally takes charge and screams at Solus to leave the clan. He does. He’s exalted. Bye binch. With that, everything calms down, but no one wants to try and rebuild.

20. Meanwhile my OC fan dragons are like “well this is a thing that is happening” and generally having a good time while ignoring everything else. They’re approached to lead the clan because they’re the only ones who are having a good time. They agree and have no clue what’s even going on, bless their souls.

ANYWAY YEAH. So half my lair is supposed to be gone. If anyone happens to be interested in buying some I’ll have a thread set up in a week or so to figure out what’s up. Hope this was entertaining and not too long-winded.

#flight rising #long post #fr lore #flight rising lore #fr writing #creative corner #wisteria whirls

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The One Based Off ‘The One With the Nap Partners’

On a Saturday, Castiel, Jody and Charlie meet at a cafe for brunch; it is Castiel's idea. “Charlie. Jody. I brought you two here for a reason.” At Castiel's words, Jody and Charlie perk up making sure to pay close attention as he clasps his hands together. “I want to discuss which of you will be my maid of honor.” Jody smiles with excitement as she glances at Charlie, who grins and states, “I hope it’s you.” Jody beams at Charlie’s words. “I hope that it is me too.” Charlie rolls her eyes in response to Jody’s reply before focusing her attention on Castiel once more. “I love both of you very much and I have come to a decision..” The girls lean in with anticipation as Castiel continues, “the decision that I don’t have to decide. The two women look at him in disbelief. “What?” Charlie spits out. “I’m not deciding. The two of you will do that for me, but I have come up with a system to make things a little easier.” Charlie and Jody nod in response, waiting for Castiel to elaborate. “Let’s say, hypothetically that Charlie is my maid of honor.” Charlie grins with the clap of her hands, “Oh my god!” She cuts Castiel off, “Yes!” Jody rolls her eyes at Charlie before speaking, “Hypothetically Charlie.” “Still.” Charlie states as Castiel clears his throat, getting the attention of the two back on him. “Anyway, if Charlie were my maid of honor, I would be Jody’s and Jody, you would be Charlie’s.” “That is actually a good idea, we would each get to be a maid of honor.” Jody says with a nod. “So Castiel how do you feel about marrying the one and only Dean Winchester?” Castiel smiles warmly at Charlie’s question before answering. “It feels wonderful, like it is meant to-” Castiel is cut of by a woman. “You’re getting married to Dean Winchester?” Cass turns to the voice with the tilt of his head. “Uh..yes I am.” He answers wearily. The woman scoffs out, “Good luck.” Then saunters off with an arrogance in her step.

As the credits begin rolling Gabriel looks between Sam and Dean, “Ready for round two?” he asks as he begins to pull out the second film- the sequel to Lethal Weapons. Dean grabs the film from Gabriel’s hand, looks it over then rolls his eyes. “Gabe this is just a second copy of the first movie.” Gabriel offers a small frown as he takes the movie from Dean, seeing that Dean is right, he shrugs. “I’m down to watch it again.” Gabriel states as he looks to Sam and as if on que both the men shout, “Lethal Weapons!” On not hearing Dean say, Sam and Gabriel turn to look at him. “Dude, you didn’t say Lethal Weapons.” Sam accuses to which Dean nods in response. “Yeah because Im not going to watch the first film again.” Dean adds while he stands up from the couch. “I’ll catch you guys later.” He quickly leaves the apartment. Sam and Gabriel exchange a look. WIth a shrug they both whoop out, “Lethal Weapons.”

Jody is sitting in her prefered booth at the local coffee shop they tend to visit often. She gently sips on her peppermint mocha latte reading a book of ancient egypt lore. She barely notices when Charlie sits across from her, the movement would have gone undetected if the girl didn’t have bright red hair. Jody looks up from her book with the sip of a coffee. “Hey. Jody I’ve been thinking for a bit and I have a question.” Charlie baits. “Go for it.” Jody responds with a nod then a sip of her coffee. Charlie smiles slightly then asks, “Would you like to be my maid of honor ? I think you would do such a good job at it.” Jody smiles warmly while shutting her book, focusing her full attention on Charlie, “That means you would be Castiel’s maid of honor.” Charlie nods slowly with a small sigh as she had hoped Jody would have just said yes and not caught onto what Charlie was doing. “For a professional hacker you aren’t real good at being sneaky.” Charlie lets out a frustrated huff. “Okay Okay fine. You caught me, I just..I really want to be Castiel’s maid of honor.” “Well so do I.” Jody interrupts. Charlie frowns before she continues “But you have been a maid of honor before and I haven’t!” Charlie pouts. Jody sighs and nods slightly. “Okay. Fine but only because you haven’t done it before.” Charlie jumps up from her seat, running the short distance to Jody and hugging. “Thank you so much! Oh man this is exciting.” Jody smiles at Charlie, “You’ll be a great maid of honor.” Charlie ends the hug skipping out of the shop.

Gabriel found himself waking up slowly with a yawn while admiring how amazing that nap had been and just how warm and cozy he is; he didn’t bother to check where the warmth is coming from, not until he feels it move beneath him. As he looks down, it finally clicks what is happening, he is cuddling. This wouldn’t normally startle him but it did, only because of the person it was with. Sam. Beneath him, or more accurately around him. As their eyes meet the panic in both of them build and they jump up and apart trying to get as much space between each other as possible. Sam stammers over his words as he cries out, “We don’t talk about this. We never bring it up. Ever!” Gabriel quickly nods in agreement. “This never happened. It never will happen!” Gabriel adds to Sam’s demands. Sam heads to do the door as he finalizes, “Not a word!” Once Sam leaves, Gabriel flops onto the couch, letting out a sigh of relief and disappointment; that really was the best nap he had ever had and goddamn he would not actually mind doing it again.

Dean is flipping through one of the many wedding magazines that they own when Castiel walks in the apartment, “The weirdest thing just happened.” Dean glances up from the magazine to his fiance. “Yeah?” he asked urging Castiel to explain as he looks back down at the magazine noting that a yellow or purple would be a good accent for the wedding, it would highlight the both of their eyes. “Yeah. I was at brunch with Charlie and Jody when this girl confronted me about getting married to you.” Castiel walks to the couch sitting down as Dean closes the magazine and puts it down, making eye contact with Cass. “What’d she say?” Dean asks with a raise of his eyebrow. “Good luck” Castiel responds. Dean offers a small smile. “That’s sweet.” Dean offers. Castiel shakes his head, “No. Dean. She didn’t say it in the kind sense of good luck. She said it with this scoff like it was aiming to tell me that our relationship wouldn’t work out.” He finishes with a sigh. Dean’s eyebrows pull together in confusion, a few moments later Dean’s face smoothens out in realization. “Wait, What did she look like ?” Castiel hums softly at Dean’s question as he thinks, “Long, Dark brown hair, brown eyes. Attractive.” “I think that might have been Lisa.” Dean mutters as he stands going to one of the shelves. He pulls out a small photo book before going and sitting next to Cass but this time a little closer. Dean licks his lips as Castiel’s scent wafts over him. He clears his throat trying to gain some composure as he flips open the book. He skims a couple pages then he points at a picture of a girl, “Was that her ?” “Yeah that’s her.” Castiel answers. “Yeah. We met at cheer camp and went out for a couple of summers.” Dean explains. “Well why did you two break up?” Castiel explores curiously. Dean’s eyes avert to the ground as he debates whether or not to actually tell Castiel the reason. Castiel nudges Dean to encourage him to answer the question. “Well She got..faa awh ah ah..” Dean cuts himself off as he realizes that Castiel could be very offended seeing as Cass had struggled with weight before. Castiel raises an eyebrow. “Were you about to say because she was fat ?” Dean sighs and looks up at Castiel. “Yes okay yes. I broke up with her because she was fat.” Castiel scoffs while shaking his gently. “You are ridiculous.” “I was sixteen! I was dumb.” Dean defends. Castiel laughs almost in a bitter way, “Clearly. You do realize that damages people's self-esteem.” Dean sighs, “Yeah I know. But I’ve changed.” Dean states. Castiel shakes his head and leans in kissing Dean’s cheek. “I swear to god if you end this relationship because I get fat, I will kick your ass.” Castiel whispers softly. Dean laughs and nods. “Message has been received loud and clear.”

Charlie and Jody sit on the couch in Gabriel’s apartment in anticipation to tell the man. They had broke in, to be able to surprize Gabriel and then give him the big news of who is maid of honor. As Gabriel walks in he gasps in slight fear, “Jesus fucking Christ...You guys scared the hell out of me.” He sighs walking over to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “What are you two doing here ?” Charlie stands up with a smile, “I’m going to be Castiel’s maid of honor!” She claps her hands in joy as she speaks. “That’s awesome.” Gabriel smiles, then takes a sip of his beer, “ Hope it doesn’t go as bad as the last time you did it. Remember, the girl downstairs.” He lets out a chuckle. Charlie’s eyes are now wide as Jody jumps up off the couch with a small frown. “You’ve been maid of honor ?!” She asks accusingly. Charlie sighs defeatedly with a small nod. Jody shakes her head tisking in disapproval while pulling out a coin, “I can’t believe you Charlie! It’s decided, we are going to flip a coin.” Charlie pouts, “But the coins hate me! They never let me win. So it isn’t a fair game.” Jody rolls her eyes. “We are flipping the coin and that is final. As Jody goes to flip it Gabriel steps forward. “Why don’t we just do an audition interview thing.” He offers. Jody and Charlie focus their attention on him. “What do you mean ?” Charlie asks trying to get an explanation out of Gabriel. “Well, I will come up with some scenarios and you guys will just respond to them and they will be judged.” He adds. “Will be the judges ?” Jody asks. “Sam and I will judge. I’ll go get him and we’ll meet back here in an hour?” Both of the girls nod in response as they retake their spots on the couch.

Gabriel quickly makes it to Sam’s apartment, he knocks a couple times and Sam answers right away. Gabe smiles slightly, “Sam I need to say something to you.” Sam steps aside to let Gabriel into his house. Sam always hated conversations that started this way because it ninety nine percent of the time it means that it was going downhill. “Go for it.” Sam responds as he closes the door. Gabriel swallows nervously before he spits out, “That was the best nap I have ever had and I am not afraid to admit it!” “I have no clue what you are talking about Gabriel.” Sam states accusingly, after all they did agree that it had never happened. Gabriel huffs out in frustration. “Don’t fuck around Sam. You know that was the best nap you have ever taken, admit it.” Gabirel locks eyes with Sam. Sam blushes then sighs with a nod, “Okay! Fine yes! It was the best nap I have ever taken.” “I knew it!” Gabriel shouts in success. Sam blushes lightly as he shrugs, “Shut up.” They share a look and laugh slightly with a tint of awkward. “You know..I’m feeling kind of tired now.” Sam adds. Gabriel licks his lips, drawing Sam’s eyes to follow the movement. Gabriel then lets out an over dramatic yawn. “I am as well. Bed or couch ?” Gabe asks. “Couch.” Sam walks the few steps to the couch and lays down, Gabriel climbing on with him. Once they are settled, they close their eyes and quickly fall asleep.

Castiel knocks on the bathroom door a couple times, “Dean I figured it all out!” Dean lets out a small groan just wanting to enjoy his bath in peace. “I'm kinda busy Cass.” Dean responds. “You’re my Andy!” Castiel continues. “I am severely confused as to how I am Andy and Cass I am busy.” Dean almost complains. Castiel opens the door and quickly walks to the tub, sitting on the edge. “Andy wouldn't go out with me because I was fat. And that hurt. Dean...you have to apologize to Lisa.” Dean groans at Castiel's idea. “That is just...it is a bad idea. I'm sure she doesn't even want to hear from me.” He mutters. “It will make her feel better Dean. She needs the closure, plus it will be good for you to practice making amends.” Castiel smiles warmly. Dean shifts under the bubbles in the bath and sighs. “Fine but only because I love you.” Dean leans up a little and kisses Castiel softly. “I love you too Dean.” Cass breathes out when they pull away.

Gabriel and Sam walk into Gabe’s apartment around 3:30 pm. Charlie and Jody are mindlessly chatting and when they hear Gabe and Sam, they jump up and offer smiles. “Looks like we’ve got work to do.” Sam states with a grin. “We’ll be giving you two multiple scenarios of what could happen at the wedding. We’ll score each of your reactions. It’ll be a one to ten rate scale.” Gabriel nods and adds, “one for the best, ten for the worst.” Sam shakes his head “No...Gabe ten is the best and one is the worst.” Sam corrects. “But don't they want to be number one ?” Gabriel retaliates with the lift of an eyebrow. Sam shakes his head as he chuckles. “That's not how it works. Ten being the best because it is greater than one.” A look of realization spreads across Gabe’s face. “Right, I know that.” Gabriel clears his throats softly, “Alright. Jody, you are up first.” She nods, steps forward and clears her throats in anticipation. “Okay, situation number one. It is a few minutes before Cassie has to walk down the aisle when he gets cold feet, what do you say to him ?” Jody takes a deep breath as she quickly preps her answer, “I would tell him, ‘getting cold feet is perfectly normal. Getting married can be scary as hell but remember that you love Dean and that he loves you.” Sam and Gabriel exchange a glance with a slight nod before they scribble down the score. Sam looks up saying, “Charlie..” she steps forward slightly. “Right as Castiel goes to say I do one of his drunk uncles begins shouting, what do you do ?” Charlie grins, “I’d tackle that bitch.” Gabriel lets out a laugh. “You think you could tackle a man ?” Gabriel asks, Sam sucks in a sharp breath as if showing his automatic regret for Gabe. Charlie lifts an eyebrow with a nod the jogs a little before tackling Gabe. “You bet your sweet ass I can!” He groans and pushes Charlie off him. “Okay okay. I see that now.” Gabriel states while standing up. The group all let out a small laugh as the two boys take their places again and write down the score. Gabriel grins with a wickedness behind it, “Jody. You catch Cassie and Sam napping together the day before the wedding.” Gabe pulls at Sam's arm as he lays on the ground, “Here, we’ll demonstrate for your reaction.” He curls close to Sam causing the girls to show a slight confused expression. As Gabriel gets closer, Sam jumps up protesting, “No. nonononono. Nope.” Sam looks between Charlie and Jody before explaining, “ That round doesn't count for anything.” He licks his lips almost nervously as he reads the next prompt. “Give your maid of honor speech.” Gabriel is now standing as he declares, “Jody. You first.” Jody nods taking another small step forward, “I first met Castiel when he was a freshman in high school. He was Dean’s tutor while Dean was recovering from the accident and I remember Castiel would come over every single day putting one hundred percent effort into helping Dean, not with just school but with everyday life. Castiel would come over early and stay late to help me around the house and with taking care of Dean. Through those times, we bonded. He would confuse in me with his struggles, his successes and everything that was going on in his life. Through the years, I have seen Castiel change people's lives, he's changed my life in every positive way and I am forever grateful for that. But most importantly I saw and still see him impacting Dean’s life in a similar manner. He only gives love to that man, he gives to him unlike any other person and for that, Castiel, I would like to that you for taking care of Dean and showing him the meaning and beauty in life.” Sam and Gabriel stare at her in awe as she finishes her speech. Jody smiles sheepishly at them as she asks, “How was that?” Sam grins at her, “That was beautiful Jody. It was amazing.” Gabriel smiles warmly, “Castiel would have loved that.” He then looks at Charlie, “Okay Charlie, your turn.” Charlie nods and begins, “I can't believe they are finally getting married! I remember talking about this with Jo while we were gingerly washing each other's naked bodies in the shower..” Charlie is unable to finish her speech due to the boy's interrupting with a small cheer of, “And she's back in the game!”

Three times Dean knocks and when there is still no answer he turns to Cass with a huff of frustration, “She probably isn't home, let's just go.” Castiel frowns slightly but before he can speak the door opens. “Dean.” A woman's voice accuses. Dean turns to look at her then smiles nervously. “Hey Lisa. Long time no see.” She nods in response then asks, “what the hell are you doing here ?” Dean sighs looking at Castiel who hits Dean’s shoulder while nodding toward Lisa, encouraging Dean to answer her question. Dean looks back at Lisa, “I’ve come to apologize to you.” “For what ?” She spits out. Dean rolls his eyes slightly warning him a jab from Castiel. “For breaking up with you because you were fat.” Lisa’s eyes widen at Dean’s half attempt of an apology; at first he thought it was in response to the fact that he had apologized but quickly finds out that was not the reason for the physical reaction. “You broke up with me because I was fat ?” Lisa scoffs our. Both Dean and Castiel’s eyes widen in realization, “I thought you knew that.” “Of course I didn't fucking know! Wow Winchester, you're a bigger asshole than I thought. God! I wish I had milked Laceass more.” Dean groans then turns to Cass, “It was a nickname I got, long story short-” Castiel cuts Dean off, “Yeah. I know, you accidentally sent a picture of yourself in lacy panties to the quarterback,” Lisa laughs, “Oh honey..that was no accident. That's actually why I thought you broke up with me,” she turns her attention back onto Dean, “for that piece of shit of a boy.” Dean shakes his head, “yeah, no,” Lisa frowns deeply, “Well thanks for letting me know laceass.” She slams the door. Dean sighs and turns to Castiel, “That just went over swimmingly didn't it ?” Cass rolls his eyes, “Don't sass me.” Dean laughs gently before grabbing Castiel's hand and leaving the building.

Charlie, Jody, Sam and Gabriel sit at the couch in their local coffee shop to go over whom will be the maid of honor. “You both should be proud of yourselves. You guys did super good, but at the end of the day only one of you can be the maid of honor and that title goes to Charlie.” Charlie claps her hands together with a grin. “Oh my god thank you guys!” Sam smiles at her, “you earned it.” Jody frowns, “No. I demand a recount.” Sam shrugs then adds, “she won by a landslide Jody. Sorry.” Jody frowns at Sam's response as she pulls out a coin. “No. We’re just flipping a coin. Heads!” She calls out quickly as she flips the coin. She looks to see what side it landed on then groans. Charlie grins, “Wow! This is the first time the coins have favored me!” Jody narrows her eyes slightly before standing and walking out.

The next day Jody approaches Charlie, at the same spot they were the day before. She sits next to the red head with a sigh, “I came to say sorry about acting so Immaturely yesterday.” Charlie smiles a little, ah it's okay.” Jody smiles as she pulls out a small bag and hands it to Charlie. “I started putting this together once I heard Dean and Castiel were getting engaged.” Jody adds as Charlie looks down into the bag. Charlie looks through the small items before looking at Jody. “I want you to be Castiel’s maid of honor.” Jodys eyes widen in surprise as she locks eyes with Charlie, “Relaly? What ?! Why ?” Charlie smiles softly, “It means so much more to you. I mean how long have you dreamed of being the maid of honor for Castiel's wedding...years ?” Jody nods in response, “Just looking at this..I know you are better for the job.” Jody sniffles gently as she pulls Charlie into a hug, “Thank you so much!” Charlie pulls away as she notices Castiel standing near them. “What's going on guys ?” He asks with a smile. Charlie grins. “Just decided that Jody will be your maid of honor.” Jody stands up as Charlie Explains and is quickly pulled into a hug by Castiel. “Oh this is amazing! Okay we’ll meet four times a week before and after work! Let's start tomorrow about 6:30 am! This is exciting.” He quickly adds before leaving the shop. Jody turns to look at Charlie with a small glare, who just smirks slightly while taking a sip of her coffee.

Sam’s eyes fluttered open, taking a couple seconds to adjust. He quickly realizes that he is being watched by his brother and friend, and quickly becomes more aware that he is tangled in Gabriel’s arms. As if on queue, Gabriel wakes up, going wide eyed as he sees the people watching them. A smirk is dancing on all of their friends’ lips and the two men jump apart rambling our justifications that no one believes.

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Wanna Have Some Fun, Baby? (4)

Summary: You’re introduced to the world of hunting when you come across a body. Along the way, you fall for your fellow hunter. But does he fall back?

Chapter Title: A Case

Chapter Summary: Sam and Dean come back to the motel room, only to find you asleep. Sam finds a case, and you and Dean argue.

Word Count: 2,139

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, murder, blood, implied gore, breaking and entering, gagging, hostage, etc.

A/N: Lol so nobody but me has read this chapter. Not even my beta @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms has read this. I’m excited to see how this chapter does. Definitely makes things a bit more interesting. Haha *nudge nudge* *wink wink*

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

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When Sam and Dean got back to the motel room, you were fast asleep on your bed, on top of the covers and still dressed in your day clothes. Dean looked at Sam, and Sam nodded, agreeing with Dean.

They walked over to you. Dean picked you up bridal style and held you while Sam pulled back the covers. Dean laid you down on the bed and began to untie your shoes. He placed the shoes on the floor by your bed, and pulled the covers back up over you.

As Dean looked down at you, he noticed how your hair seemed to fall perfectly onto the pillow, and how your face looked calm and peaceful as you slept. He reached down to move some hair out of your eyes and then cupped your cheek. When you moved your head into his hand, he hesitated, and pulled his hand back to his side.

When he turned around, he saw Sam looking at him, giving him that whole “really?” look. Dean just swatted towards Sam as if to say “Fuck off”, and turned to his own bed. As per usual, Dean didn’t change into any pajamas before he got onto his bed. The boys never even brought pajamas with them on hunts.

Dean got onto his bed and lay on his back, interlaced his fingers, and laid them on his abdomen, closing his eyes. Sam, however, didn’t sleep on a bed because the motel didn’t have any rooms with three beds available. He didn’t care. They were both used to sleeping practically anywhere after a lifetime on the road.

Instead of sleeping right away like you and Dean had, he chose to stay up on his laptop and look for a nearby case. He hadn’t wanted to bring you into all this, but Dean explained that he already told you too much to just set you loose in the world again. He let out a sigh as he searched for a case, and it wasn’t long before he found one. Instead of the usual reading into it, Sam decided to get at least a few hours or so of sleep; and with that, he put his laptop to sleep and went over to the couch to sleep.

~~The Next Day~~

You awoke to the sound of Sam and Dean’s voices. They were talking about something to do with a case.

You couldn’t understand what was said after that, so you just decided to get up. As you were rolling out of bed, you yawned, announcing that you were awake. Sam and Dean looked over at you, Sam with his laptop in front of him, and Dean with a bowl of what appeared to be cereal.

“Good morning, princess,” Dean said, a smirk on his face. You made a face at him and greeted Sam.

“Hey Sam. Watcha doing?”

“I was explaining to Dean that I had found a case, and we’re thinking of ways to get the monster out of hiding,” he explained, occasionally stealing a glance at his laptop.

“What do you think it is?”, you asked, now fully awake and interested.

“Well, we think it’s a Vamp, but it doesn’t seem like the other Vamps we’ve hunted. It sort of goes against the lore.”

He chuckled when he saw your confused expression, and began to explain.

“According to the lore, Vamps hunt in packs. This Vamp doesn’t appear to hunt in a pack, so we’ve been trying to figure out the why behind it.”

“So all Vamps live and hunt together?”, you asked. Sam nodded, and explained further.

“They live in a nest that’s normally excluded from the general population. We’ve been looking at a map, trying to find some place that’s off of the town, but we’re not having much luck.”

“Here, let me take a look,” you said, walking over to Sam and his laptop. “I know this town like the back of my hand.”

Sam shifted the laptop so you could use it, and positioned his chair so he could see the screen as well. You bent over and looked at the map they had on the screen. Your eyes scanned the map as you thought aloud.

“Normally, people are either here by the park, by the restaurants, or the library. Suburbs are here,” you said, pointing at a group of squares and rectangles on the right side of the map, “and apartments are here,” you said as you pointed to a set of three buildings about a hundred yards west of the suburbs.

“Great! So, the victim lived with his wife and daughter over in the suburbs.” Sam clicked to another tab with the article on the man’s death. “And according to this, the Vic was found in an alleyway by the apartments, his body drained of blood, and his throat ripped out.”

“Definite Vamp,” Dean said, placing his bowl in the sink. “Only problem is, this kill was sloppy. Amateur. Not like the packs.”

“Plus, they normally have a girl lure men back to their nest, and feed or turn him there,” Sam added.

“Why not go ask the victim’s wife a few questions? Maybe she can explain why he was in an alley so late at night.”

“That’s a great idea Y/N! I don’t know why we didn’t think of that,” Dean said. You could see it on his face that he was mentally smacking himself in the head. He walked over to his bed, picked up his red flannel from the day before, and put it on, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said, still rolling the sleeves, “Sam and I are going to go talk to the wife. When we get back, we’ll probably have found the Vamp, and cut it’s head off.”

You rolled your eyes at him, getting a smile from Sam.

“What?”, Dean asked, a hint of annoyance and confusion evident in his tone.

“I just don’t understand why you and Sam get to have all the fun while I sit here on my ass doing nothing. I’ve clearly helped you with your case, so why don’t I get to come along?”

“It’s too dangerous,” he explained.

This earned a scoff from you.

“Don’t think I can handle a little danger, Dean?”

You and Sam both looked at Dean, watching as Dean seemed to lose his authoritative stance.

“No, that’s not what I meant at all,” he said. “You just don’t have the experience of hunting a Vamp. Hell, you’ve never even fought one. That could inevitably get you killed.”

Sam looked to you, awaiting a response, and clearly enjoying the tennis match.

“Aw, are you worried about me, Deany-poo?”

Dean’s face turned red, embarrassed. You looked to Sam and saw him hiding behind his computer screen, a grin on his face.

“No! I-,” Dean practically yelled, his expression becoming a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

You let out a laugh, interrupting Dean, and causing Sam to snicker.

“I’m coming with, and that’s final,” you stated, sitting down on your bed and putting your shoes on.

Dean shut his mouth, a look of defeat on his face, and walked into the bathroom.

You and Sam met eyes, both wearing a smile on your face. Sam gave you a thumbs up, and you laughed.

Even though you’d said all those things to Dean, causing him to storm off to the bathroom, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay.

You sat in silence as Sam worked on his computer, and contemplated going and knocking on the bathroom door. You did need to get ready before you all left for the vic’s house.

After you finished tying your shoes, you stood up and walked to the bathroom door. You hesitated.

What if he doesn’t want to talk?

What if he-

“Y/N,” you heard Sam say. You turned and looked at him, and he gestured for you to go ahead and knock. You shot him a questioning look, and he shook his head, mouthing the words “just knock”. You nodded and turned back to the door, raising your arm to knock.

“Dean?”, you said. “You alright in there?”

You heard the doorknob unlock, and then the door opened just enough to see Dean reaching a hand out to you. You took it, and he pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door once you were inside.

Everything was dark except for the crack between the bottom of the bathroom door and the floor and the small, tinted bathroom window. It was sundown, and by the time your eyes adjusted, the window was casting an eerie orange glow over the contents of the cozy motel bathroom.

You were admiring the glow when you noticed a figure crouched in the corner of the bathroom.

Dean.

You calmly walked over and sat down next to him, all while moving slowly as to not startle Dean.

“Dean?”, you said, a hint of concern in your voice.

“What?”, he replied, not even looking you in the eyes.

“Are you okay?”

He made the sound of a laugh, but not with his voice, and looked down at his hands.

“Dean?”, you said, becoming more and more concerned as the seconds passed without an answer.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he said, standing up and walking towards the door. “You’re probably exhausted, so why don’t you take a shower while me and Sam go talk to the wife.” He paused before opening it to look back at you and give you a half smile that said “thank you”. Then he opened the door and left.

You got all the things you needed for a shower–Towel, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, clean clothes, etc.–and set them up. As you were reaching over to turn the shower on, you heard yells and then a loud crashing sound coming from outside the bathroom door.

Your heart began to race as you tried to figure out what to do.

I could go out there and possibly get killed or just see that Dean or Sam fell and knocked something over.

Or I could lock the door and have the potential intruder hear the click or just go hide in the darkest corner of the room without making a sound.

Out of the choices, hiding in the corner seemed like the safest bet, so you quietly sneaked over to the corner by the toilet and hid, holding your breath the entire time.

You were sitting on the ground with your arms hugging your knees to your chest when you heard the doorknob begin to turn.

Panic spread through you as the door creeked open, revealing a dark silhouette standing in the doorway. The silhouette stood in the doorway, and then you realized something.

That’s not Sam or Dean…

You covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream as the silhouette began to walk into the bathroom.

“I can hear your blood, dearie. Come out now and I promise not to hurt you.”

You shivered as it’s voice echoed in your ears. It was deep and husky, with a hint of hunger.

I am most definitely NOT going with whoever this is. Fuck that.

“Oh?”, the silhouette said, sending another shiver through your body. “Not going to do this the easy way, are you?” He chuckled. “Well, I didn’t want to do this, but since you’re not cooperating, I guess I’m going to have to do this the hard way.”

Before you could react, the silhouette stood above you, a smile on his face. The little light that came in through the bedroom shined off it’s teeth.

Fangs?

Your eyes widened as you realized what this was standing before you.

It’s a Vamp…

The creature then reached down towards you, and you tried to get it off you, but you stopped struggling when you felt a sharp pain on the right side of your neck. You opened your mouth to scream, but the Vamp shoved a rag in your mouth before you could call for the brothers.

The sharp pain in your neck subsided, and you felt something wet run down your neck.

Did it just bite me!?

You reached a hand up to touch your neck, but the Vamp grabbed your hands and tied them tightly with rope before you could even lift your arm. Then he tied a rope over the rag in your mouth to stop you from spitting it out; and then a rope around your ankles.

The Vamp chuckled at you, flashing its teeth once more before covering your eyes with a black bandana.

You felt it pick you up and swing you over its shoulder. You pictured the motel room as the Vamp began to walk.

Out of the bathroom.

Right towards the door, stepping over something on the floor.

Past the tv, kitchen, and beds, heading towards the door.

You felt it’s arm move to open the door, and then heard it shut behind you. You couldn’t feel the warmth of the sunlight on your skin.

Nighttime.

The Vamp walked a bit more and then stopped to open something. You felt yourself being lowered into a small space, and felt as the Vamp slammed a door shut. You recognized the sound and realized it had put you into a trunk. You felt the car shake as the engine started.

Then, you were off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WHSF,B? Tags: @xxsexybedheadxx, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms

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