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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 11 months

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"Hello." A dull thwack sound reverberated across the rooftop, leaving the boy who snuck up on Red Robin clutching his head. The boy, a meta if the large animal ears and tail were anything to go by, shook off the pain and pouted up at him, "What was that for?!"

The vigilante was unrepentant, holding his bo staff in a ready position, "You snuck up behind a vigilante at night. In Gotham."

"Okay," the meta conceded, still pouting. "You have a point there. Robin threw ninja stars at me when I tried to approach Batman."

That got Tims attention, "You tried to approach Batman? Was there something you needed?"

The kid suddenly got serious, "My mom went missing. I haven't been able to contact her for almost two weeks now."

Red pulled his arm closer to his face before he began typing on his wrist computer, "Can you tell me her name and date of birth?"

"Um." The other teen fidgetted with his tail a bit, "Okay, so...she's kinda Cheetah."

"...come again?"

"She's Cheetah. The...the supervillian."

Red Robin stared at him, and honestly who could blame him? The bats hadn't even known Cheetah had a son. "So why are you in Gotham? Why not ask Wonder Woman for help? Cheetahs one of her rogues not ours."

The teen shook his head, "She went to meet someone in Gotham before she disappeared. She seemed really agitated before she left, almost scared. I've never seen her like that before." He paused, giving the vigilante time to type before continuing, "I didn't go Wonder Woman since I figured I would wind up needing to talk to a bat anyway since its your turf and all." He said, waving a hand as if gesturing to the city around them.

"I wasn't aware Cheetah had a kid."

The meta grimaced, "she didn't until a year ago."

Red gave him a look, as if urging him to go on.

The meta chuffed, sounding a lot like whatever big cat he was supposed to be, "I'll only tell you my tragic backstory if you promise to help me find my mom."

"I'll find your mom." The bird said without an ounce of hesitation. Tim was a little offended. Did this guy think he was going to leave his mom in danger just because she was a criminal? Appearently so, seeing as the teen looked so relieved at his words.

"Okay, so my bio parents were evil mad scientists. Always a bad start, anyway they were obsessed with the occult and one day they suddenly took me and my sister to Brazil to hunt for some artifact of another. That alone was strange but weirder still was the fact my creepy godfather was paying for it all. He usually only does something like that when he's plotting "

"Plotting?" The detective interjected, "you make it sound like he does that often."

"Yeah. Hes a supervillian." The meta said casually, as if he didn't just leave Tim reeling, but the kid wasn't done yet, "He's had a massive crush on my bio mom since collage and never let it go no matter how many times she rejected him. She even married my dad, his best friend, and this dude just kept simping for 20 years." The teen rolled his eyes, "Hes convinced himself that if he murders my bio dad then my bio mom will fall in love with him and me and jazz will be "his"." He said that last part with fingerqoutes and a disgusted expression.

Tim filed that away for later, "Can I have his name, if nothing else?"

The teen seemed reluctant for a moment, "You're the worlds greatest detectives. You'll find out even if i try to hide it. Besides, I'd probably be better off if you and the Justice League know everything anyway."

Tim was...surprised by that. Most people usually weren't this open with them.

"His name is Vlad Masters, he also goes by Plasmius when he's dressed like a wannabe vampire. He's a ghost who's repossessed his corpse. My parents are Jack and Maddie Fenton, who are obsessed with ghosts and have convinced themselves that all ghosts are evil and must be destroyed, regardless of how much evidence points to them being wrong."

"And your name?"

The meta grinned at him, showing off four very sharp fangs, reminiscent of the large cat he takes after, "You can call me Jaguar. We were exploring a bit when I broke off from my family and got jumped by one of them. Suddenly I was struck by a claw and turned into furry bait. Fluffy stopped trying to make me his lunch and just stared at me before walking away, which was wierd. Then my parents found me, accused me of being a ghost, because thats naturally what someone would assume when thier son sprouts cat ears," he said while rolling his eyes.

"Naturally." Red joked, which had the benefit of making Jaguar smile.

"So my parents chased me through the jungle, shooting all the while, then suddenly a portal opened up in front of me. I'm not stupid, I know there was no way this wasn't a trap. I mean, a portal opening up right after that bizarre series of events and its the same shade of glowing green as the wierd death go my parents are obsessed with? There's no way they weren't related somhow, but I was desperate and jumped through anyway."

"I landed in another jungle, or the same one in a different location, I'm not sure. I tried hunting and foraging but wasn't very successful at either." Danny still remembered the throbbed in his head when he had headbutt that tree after missing his pounce on that pig he had been stalking. "Thats when Cheetah found me. She took me in and taught me to hunt and fight."

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Possible plot twists:

1. Danny isnt Phantom in this au

2. Danny is Phantom in this au but is trying to leave that life behind

3. My favorite. Danny has the ability to manipulate and control animals into doing his bidding with the effect of jaguars and other big cats being the most prevalent and he just doesn't realize it.

One of Cheetahs friends/allies realizes cheetah has changed and suspected something and convinced her to leave for a while to see if her care for this kid faded after a while away from his presence. It works and Danny loses another parental figure/possibly attacked by them too.

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bunnyreaper · 7 months

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welcome to the 141

kinktober 3 - bukkake, hate sex

price + ghost x reader

(18+/mdni, noncon, misogyny, no but seriously... misogyny, degradation)

Real men belong in the 141, real women belong on their knees.

That's what your arsehole friend had joked when you told him about your intention to transfer, but you were determined to prove him and everyone else wrong. You'd gotten this far, and you could make it just that little bit further.

You sit in the gym, anxiously waiting for Captain Price and Lieutenant Riley to arrive and begin a physical assessment with you—their reputations precede them, and you want nothing more than to impress them, so they have no choice but to accept you into the task force.

The squeak of the door pulls you out of your thoughts, redirecting your attention to the two behemoth men who have just walked through the door—all bulging muscles barely contained in tight-fitting compression shirts. The way you rise to your feet is sheer instinct, as you rush into a greeting that is swiftly cut off.

Captain Price walks with a swagger, and stops at the side of the mat in the middle—he beckons you forward wordlessly, as Ghost steps forward to meet you in the middle of the mat.

"So you're the girl that wants to try out for the 141?" The captain asks, and you internally bristle at his use of such a diminutive word, but you decide to push down your protests as you decide to ignore it.

You nod eagerly. "That's me, captain."

He smirks, his face twisting with sick amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest and his eyes crawl over your body. "It's not going to be easy, last chance to back out."

The taunt only makes you more determined. "Thanks, but no thanks."

He and the Lieutenant share a look, one you can't really perceive the meaning of, but you know whatever comes next is going to be the biggest challenge of your career.

"We'll start with a sparring session, you can show the Lieutenant what you're made of."

You nod obediently, turning to Ghost as the two of you start to square up and prepare to spar. He doesn't say a word, and neither do you, as you quietly appraise him and figure out how to use his massive stature against him.

The tension is thick, each second crawling by as you breathe in and hyperfocus before making your first move.

You barely get a grip on him before he's slamming you into the mat, limbs pinning you down with ease as you fight to suck down your breaths. "Fuck."

"Impressive." He mutters, tone completely dry.

The whole situation makes your temper flare, as you can feel them already underestimating you, can practically taste their misogynistic attitudes in the air. You struggle against Ghost's hold, still unable to grapple free. "Let me go again, I wasn't ready." You rush out an excuse, yet you're determined to not let him get the better of you a second time.

The Captain's voice cuts in, heavy with judgement and condescension. "You think out in the field they'll be waiting for you to be ready, soldier?" He scoffs and shakes his head. "Dumber than I thought, clearly."

Each word stokes the fire inside you, makes you more and more desperate to prove yourself. Your chest heaves as your anger and determination escalate. "Just let me try again, please."

Ghost looks to his Captain, who nods in approval before Ghost moves away and allows you to climb to your feet once more.

Again, you both prepare, staring each other down. This time, you know a little of his tactics, of his plan to rush you and overwhelm you with his bulk, and your mind switches to executing more evasive maneuvers.

You wait patiently for Ghost to make the first move, which you dodge with ease, you just make it out of his reach when he's rushing for you again, anticipating your dodge and sending you flying into the mat once more.

You're not sure what burns more between the pain in your back and the humiliation you feel, but Ghost is on top of you, pinning you again. His hands are on your wrists as his hips are pushed into your core, and you can feel that the bastard is fucking hard. No amount of thrashing throws him off of you.

"Same result. Stop struggling." He growls, voice deep and menacing and impatient, as he grinds down and keeps you firmly in place.

"See this is the thing about little girls like you." Each word is snarled, sheer aggression unfolding from behind the mask. "You think you can make it a man's world, in the army, but you can't."

"I can, women can." You whimper, voice frayed with pain as the lieutenant's grip tightens.

You hear the dull thud of the Captain's footsteps as he moves into your line of sight and stares down at you.

"Go on then, break free." He commands, watching as you squirm fruitlessly, and a predatory smile crosses his face. "Pathetic, darling."

Price gives Ghost another look, as he frees you once more, and you stumble to your feet red-faced and mortified.

"Captain—" You're about to challenge him, about to call him out on all of this sexist bullshit when his hands come to your shoulders, forcing you to your knees once more.

"You can tell me all your precious feminist thoughts while you're down on your knees." He scoffs, working on unbuckling his belt right before your shocked face.

Ghost does the same, belt clinking as the two men work to free their erections—you try to stand, but their hands keep you pinned before them, kneeling and waiting.

"I'm not gonna do whatever you think you're asking!" You squeal as their thick cocks bounce free and taunt you with their appearance.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling you to put that mouth to use instead of opening it for your pointless protests." The Captain begins, his hand working over his length slowly." "You want in the 141? Know your place, on your knees and serving your superior officers, as a woman should."

Ghost does the same, gloved hand working his length dangerously close to your face. "That look in your eyes tells me everything we need to know. Strong, independent woman until you see a nice hard cock."

"That's not true, I—" You open your mouth to protest, but find it stuffed full of the Captain's dick—his salty precum coating your tongue as he works his way inside.

You suck on instinct, and of a creeping sense of fear of what will happen if you don't. They've gone this far, maybe it's just hazing, maybe this is how you—

The Captain takes hold of your ponytail, pulling you up and down his length leisurely. "Much better, good girl."

The words make you flush against your will, your body betraying your usually headstrong self.

He thrusts his cock as deep as you can take it without gagging, stilling there for a moment. "I'll break you in properly before long. Keep you under my desk, yeah, love?"

The noise of rejection you make with your mouth full sounds awfully like approval to the men's ears.

Ghost reaches down to grab your hand, wrapping your smaller fingers around his cock as you continue to suck the captain, while he taunts you. "This is your natural state, brain off, mouth full of dick. You don't have to pretend to be strong with us, it's better for all of us this way."

Price groans, deep and chesty in a way that makes your body sing against your will. "Always in need of some stress relief after a mission, you'd be perfect." He sighs, continuing to guide you up and down him.

He pulls you off of him, guiding your head towards Ghost's length so you can swallow him instead. Ghost's hands hold either side of your head, working his cock inside before he thrusts with reckless abandon. "Fuck. If you weren't made to suck then why are you so fucking good at it, huh?" He all but growls, continuing to use your face as nothing more than a little fuckhole.

He's rougher than Price, moves you faster up and down his cock, and forces himself deeper into your throat, your gagging sounds filling the room. "That's what I like to hear."

"What do you think, Ghost?" The captain asks.

"Need to make sure she knows her place." Ghost snarls, pulling you off of him harshly before forcing your head down to the floor, down to his boot. "Kiss it, then you can hump it like the desperate little slut you are."

"I'm not—" You whine, but he's tilting up his but to meet your mouth, so you can start to worship the leather.

Tears prickle at your eyes as you lick and kiss his boot, desperately hoping the act will please him.

"You're a cunt, you're just a set of needy holes." He pulls you back up by the chin, repositioning you so your clit is pressed against his foot, and you start grinding down on instinct.

"You deny it love, but look at the way you move those hips, it just comes naturally to you." Price laughs, his eyes blown with arousal.

You hate it—hate what they're doing and what they've reduced you to, but at the same time you're so fucking needy, and Ghost is at least giving you some semblance of relief.

"Grinding on my boot like a pathetic little doll. Don't make a mess, or you'll be cleaning it with your mouth."

You want to cry out and rebuke them, but as your mouth opens, nothing comes out.

"Shhh." Price coos, bringing up your hands to each of the man's dicks. "Just focus on us, darling."

Your doe eyes stare at them desperately, as you do the only thing you can, jerk their cocks with fervor and chase the shocks of pleasure you get from rubbing against Ghost. You're so lost, so reduced, and yet unable to stop.

The volume of both men's groans increases, as they urge you into stroking faster and faster—it isn't long before they're both crashing toward the edge.

"Paint her face, Simon." Price commands his Lieutenant, who takes hold of his cock and rubs until he's spilling fresh, sticky cum all over your face—in your lashes, on your lips and cheeks, even a little in your hair.

The sight is enough to send Price over the edge too, his ropes joining Ghost's as they both cover your face entirely in rope after rope of cum.

"New fucking uniform for you." Ghost chuckles, slightly breathless, as he milks his cock for any remaining drops to stain your face with.

"Look at that." The look in Price's eyes is almost sweet, as he tilts up your chin to inspect your painted face. "Good job. Welcome to the 141, princess."

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intotheelliwoods · 1 year

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So theres... this fanfiction,,,, I May Be Invisible, Bit I Still Look Good by @dandylovesturtles !!! And there is no fanart for it!?? Excuse me?? That is changing today. It is such a good read, and got me feeling so many emotions!

I hope my sense of humor gets across well aha

This was also just what I needed to get back into digital art and practice expressions apparently!

Sketch version of the second image under the cut!

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theregressionlibrary · 3 months

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Agere/petre archieve promo post!!

Hi! Thought it was a good time to do one of these! So, if you don't know, this is The Regression Library! Here, we reblog and boost lovely age and pet regression related works such as fiction, headcanons, moodboards, audio recordings- anything!

A lot of people are too afraid to post their fandom regression stuff in the main tags and if a work is completely from scratch then it often struggles to get traction! So what TRL does is reblog and tag works accordingly and add them to our big big list so it's easy for people to find what they can enjoy!

Why send out a promo post? Well, to encourage people to submit more! As much as we love to go out and collect pieces ourselves, we can only search through so many tags. There are just so many different ways different people use tagging, and it's hard to think of all the different pieces of media out there that might have these themes! So! We would love for you and your friends to submit (by ask or DM) any works you have made or you have found. Original works or fandom related is great! Hope to see you soon!

*cough cough, please reblog*

#The blog is run by one person (me hi!)#but I like to use 'we' like a proper library page would #it's in character if you will...#a lot of what you see reblogged is fandom related but thats not because we prioritise it above originals #in fact our original works list is the first thing you see and separate from our fandom list #it's just easier to search “[fandom] pet/age regression”#so we would love it if you pointed us in the direction for some non fandom :))#ALSO ALSO pet regressors hi <3 #If you have any petre stuff PLEASE send it our way lol the feilds are barren #top divider by bubblesandcrayons #bottom divider by bunnysrph #reblogs > likes banner by @agere-explorer #age regression #pet regression #agere #petre #age regression community #pet regression community #agere community #petre community #toddler regressor #fandom regression #agere fanfic #agere fanfiction #agere moodboard #petre fanfic

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n7punk · 1 year

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I've always been really curious about this and what's "average," so even if you're not a fic writer, please reblog to get more votes!

#ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 writer #polls #If you have comments turned off your work #answer like you have comment notifications turned off entirely #i think this is all the possible options. i didnt mention inbox notifications if you have email alerts on but thats w/e at that point #words and things #also yes chapter five will be up later

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bisexuallsokka · 1 year

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Sokka spots a weakness and lunges. He throws himself against Zuko, his hands on Zuko’s wrists, one of his knees moving up to help push him down. Zuko lands on his back with a surprised oof, and Sokka beams in victory from above, one knee bracketing each side of Zuko, pinning Zuko’s wrists to the ground above his head.

“Aha!” Sokka says, but the sound dies in his throat almost immediately as he looks down at Zuko, his eyes wide, his pupils blown wide, his chest heaving.

His stomach plummets somewhere fifty feet below them, and Sokka feels a little lightheaded.

“Uh,” he says intelligently.

(or, a Choose Your Own Adventure fic. featuring...love confessions? sparring? angst? choose your paths wisely and find out…)

#thats right folks we got choose your own adventure zukka!!!#because i have had parts of this as a wip for literally ages but i couldnt decide where to go w it so i am making you all decide for me!#anyway i am two hours late to valentines but uhhh heres my valentines fic #is it my best writing? no. absolutely not. in fact i will probably go back and change a lot at some point #but did i have fun writing it? also no. i had like two breakdowns and lost like six hours of sleep over two days #but also yes i had fun <3 and i hope you guys do too <3 i hope that makes up for it lmao #anyway.#zukka #zuko #sokka #atla fanfiction #my writing

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nikki-rook · 10 months

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Castle Ficlet: The first I love you

During the night between Always and After the Storm

Kate shuffled under the comfy white blanket, turning to her side, her eyes fluttering open. Castles eyes looked back at her. A soft smile spread across her face.

“Hi” she whispered.

“Hi” he whispered back. A smile touching his lips as his body visibly relaxed back into the pillows and sheets.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” she asked, biting her bottom lip a little in embarrassment.

“I um... yeah.” He mumbled. He squeezed her hand, and she realized he had been holding it this whole time, gently. His thumb circling the top of her hand, gently playing with her fingers. His eyes glanced down, almost embarrassingly and she squeezed his fingers.

“What?” she asked, ducking her head a little to meat his gaze.

He let out a little breath disguised as a laugh. “I feel like if I take my eyes off you, I’ll look back and you won’t be there.” He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them.

Concern crossed her eyes, she let go of his hand, shuffled the blankets, and scooted closer to him. Kissing his chest, she looked up at him, his piercing eyes so bright in the darkness.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She said, firmly, so he would believe it. “I love you, Castle.” She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Grabbing her shoulders, he slid back to make some space between them.

“You love me?” he asked, his voice cracking. Surprise in his eyes, Kate reached up to his face, brushing his hair back, smiling at him with that mysterious look she always had. Castle realized in this moment that look, that glow in her eyes, it was love.

“After all this time, you think I didn’t?” She asked. She leaned her body into his, kissing him on the lips, her hands on his face. She took the moment of silence after the kiss to nuzzle herself into his arms. The feeling of safety she never knew she needed, his warm arms engulfing her, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“I guess…” he sighed, at a loss for words, which was still an unfamiliar feeling even though it happened quite a lot with her. “I guess I had just convinced myself over the last month that you didn’t. I was trying to come to peace with that. And that was okay.” He paused as she squeezed him a little bit tighter.

“Rick, I’m so sorry.” She whispered into his chest. She could feel him shaking his head, he pulled them apart for just a moment to look in her eyes.

“I love you Kate, none of that matters anymore.” He kissed her, long and slow. “You’ve healed all those wounds in an instance with those words.” He smiled, and she smiled bigger now, swatting his shoulder.

“So cheesy.” She laughed, and he laughed too, pulling her close, tucking the blankets up around them both.

“Cheesy, but true.” He said. And they both lay there, feeling each others breathing, the calm, comfortable, familiar presence of each other lulling them back to sleep.

Neither of them stirred until Kate woke to the light peeking through the window, quietly detangling herself from his arms so she could slip away and make them coffee.

Now that we know those words crossed Kates lips many times before Still, I like to think it happened this night. That she said it, that she felt it, that she meant it. Maybe its too early, too quick for our damaged girl. But she definitely knew. She went to his door with all of the love in her heart. And him confirming that it wasn't a dream wasn't so much about the whole night, but about that moment, in the middle of the night when she said those words. So I felt the need to write this quick little moment.

#I havn't written fan fiction in a very long time so please be nice #I just couldn't get this idea out of my head after reading the tweet about her having said I love you before #She may still be too damageda at this point and thats okay #I just really would like this to be true #castle #caskett #kate beckett #richard castle #abc castle #castle and beckett #rick castle #fic rec #fanfiction #ficlet #caskett fanfiction

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bandtrees · 4 months

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two conversations i want to have about "dead dove do not eat"

it's annoying how people treat it as a genre or descriptor in and of itself when it hypothetically should have no ties to "problematic" or "dark", it literally just means "what you see is what you get with these tags" - which is a concept that can encompass any kind of writing. in an ideal world dead dove is not a Type of fic, it is literally just a neutral descriptor, and i think it's very annoying how it got largely co-opted by proshippers who think it's shorthand for Dark And Twisted Porn™ and treat it as some kind of genre in and of itself

it just sounds incredibly lame. what's wrong with just saying "yeah heed the tags this is serious" instead of assuming everyone knows about a nonsense vaguely-artsy meme phrase. can we not just use our words

#babbles #all my love to this commenter (WHO WAS VERY SWEET) someone once recommended we tag tttaac as dead dove which #1) no sorry. i dont like the phrase.#2) i already said in the description and the tags of that fic... to heed the tags... and i warned people... thats what dead dove means #for all intents and purposes that does the same thing as actually tagging it dead dove would...? what difference would it make. no.#i said a million times in the tags and summary 'this is dark and heed the tags' if youre surprised by it at that point idk what to tell you #do you need a dead dove tag so you know its DARK™ when its already tagged as dark and gore and horror and tragedy???#all my love to that commenter i am not genuinely mad they were a very lovely commenter i just have picked a very particular #niche fanfiction terminology hill to die on and iv been sitting on this rant for months XD #times someone has called tttaac dead dove: 2. which like. huh? why???? do you think dead dove just means Dark...?#SORRY. IM SORRY THIS IS UP THERE IN SOME OF THE PETTIEST IV BEEN ON THIS BLOG

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huginsmemory · 1 year

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Aaaaaand clicking the spam button again.

#its not that bad but its fucking annoying #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfiction memes #honestly at first I was like whatever but then one of the comments was very obviously trying to be inflammatory. like i know #that its the point of these bots is to be inflammatory. but i think its about the aggressive attempt at division and attempt to #get others to hate you? its something thats actually purposefull malicious and not just inflammatory #like one of the bot comments was 'call out this ai dishonest cheating author' and 'you should report them'#like obviously its very clearly a bot comment so its frankly ridiculous but its also something thats so very clearly attempting to be #malicious is. hm yeah interesting. something something those russian bots on tumblr a while back #and the way internet spaces also very easily become toxic and how rampant bullying and harassment can occur #anyways. the memes a bit over the top but a mood #hugin rambles

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confession-session · 4 months

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you ever make an au thats just, so complex and canon-divergent that the characters and the story aren't really even the same anymore, and your au could practically be a story all on it's own, but at the same time you know it would just never be the same without the core canon because while yes, your new reality really ran away from you at the same time it is so interwoven with the original story that you could never separate the two and suddenly you're on the closet floor writing fanfiction of fanfiction and-

#cause yeah #thats me right now #can i even tag this as tf2 #because tf2 is the fandom im talking abt here #but like i said its so fucking outside the plot it is basically just ocs at this point like whats going on #ahhhhhhh #writing #writers of tumblr #creative writing #writeblr #text post #fanfiction #writing stuff #on writing

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nickeldean · 9 months

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“Cas?” Dean calls from upstairs in their townhouse, making Cas roll his eyes. Dean’s probably going to beg him to bring him the ice cream, which would be fine, except that they’re all out.

“What?” Cas calls back, wandering over to the fridge in advance. Dean’s pregnancy cravings are always so predictable.

Dean calls out again, his voice cracking, sobs muffling Cas’ name, and Cas’ heart sinks to his stomach as he closes the fridge and runs upstairs.

He finds Dean curled up on their bed, blood dotting their sky blue sheets. Dean’s clutching a stuffed rabbit to his chest, his face buried into Cas’ pillow as he sobs. He turns to look at Cas as the bed creaks under the new weight, his face red and blotchy from crying.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps between sobs, “I’m so sorry.”

Cas runs his hand through Dean’s hair, curling up behind him and pressing little kisses to the back of his husband’s neck. “It’s okay, Dean, you’ll be okay, I love you.”

Dean shakes his head, nearly pushing Cas off the bed, squirming away. “No, I, I lost her, Cas, I lost our baby girl.” He inhales shakily, rolling over and trying to stand up from the bed before falling to the floor.

Instantly, Cas is at Dean’s side, trying to pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, massaging Dean’s back.

“No,” Dean snaps, trying to push Cas away as he stumbles towards the bathroom, “You don’t— no, Cas, stop,” Dean begs, tears rolling from his glassy green eyes. “I— I lost her, Cas, it’s my fault, I— She’s gone.”

Nothing Cas can say will make Dean feel less guilty. It doesn’t matter that it’s not his fault. They were both so careful this time, overjoyed when their little girl made it past the 12-week mark, when miscarriage became less likely. They had a name picked out, too.

Cas just listens to Dean’s sobs as he removes his husband’s shirt and bloody boxers and helps him into their bathtub, filling it with warm water. He knew what to do by now.

Clutching at what should have grown into a bump, Dean leans back in the bath, closing his eyes as the hot water runs over him. “Claire Mary Novak-Winchester, you were supposed to be our miracle,” he whispers, “My miracle.”

Dean’s eyes wander to Cas, who is clinging to Dean’s hand, rubbing his thumb over his husband’s knuckles in little soothing motions. “I’m broken,” Dean admits, trying to pull his hand away from Cas, struggling, shouting, “Go love someone else.”

Cas shakes his head. “I’m not going to do that.” His eyes wander down to the reddening water, Dean’s exhausted form barely visible through the murkiness. “I love you, Dean, you. I’m not leaving.”

Dean sniffs. “I’d leave. All— all you wanted was a family,” Dean stutters, “I can’t even give you that.”

It’s a lie. Cas has never wanted a family. He’s always wanted what Dean’s wanted, just wanted to see that spark of happiness in his husband’s eyes.

He wanders away from Dean for a moment, looking over their bed from the doorway of the bathroom. The sheets were stained beyond saving, Cas’ pillow wet with tears, the little bunny plushie laying abandoned where Dean had dropped it trying to get away from Cas.

Slowly, Cas picks it up, moving a floppy ear from its face. They’d picked it out together at some souvenir shop on their honeymoon. The bunny just stares at Cas, eyes reflecting only sadness instead of the joy it was supposed to bring to their new baby. They had picked the stuffed rabbit out four years ago.

He wants to throw it across the room. He wants to rip its ears off. He wants to hold it against his chest and never let go. He wants to lay with it and cuddle it until it’s all scruffy and flat, thoroughly loved and used. He never wants to see it again.

Still, he carries it into the bathroom, cradling the plushie in his arms, its bent plastic whiskers catching on the sleeve of his shirt. He sinks to his knees beside the bathtub, both Cas and Dean looking down at the bunny in reverence, some reverse prayer.

Without a word, Cas stands again, walking to their closet with purpose, holding a ritualistic stance as he presses a single kiss to the rabbit’s forehead. Slowly, he lowers it into a blue bin, tucking its ears down beside it, positioning its little body as if it were in a coffin.

He closes the lid with a thud.

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