#John Hurt and vampires; can’t get better than that right?

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I should watch Only Lovers Left Alive tonight

[atsadi-shenanigans]

What Shall We Become 22 - John Hurt

Y'all find something. That's probably bad.

On AO3.

You really fucked up that one, huh? To be fair 1. Your guts hurt like a motherfucker and 2. You’re completely justified. You ain’t said a single damn thing that wasn’t true. There was good parts of being on the farmstead. Beautiful parts, in the same way that beautiful frogs tend to be poison. Because there was always that undercurrent, the tightrope balance between doing the lord’s work and being faithful and praised, and being a fuckup. A disgusting sinner bound for hell. And that rope could and did swing at any damn time for any damn reason. Or for no reason at all.

Setting yourself up as a god ain’t gonna lead to nothing but paranoia, abuse, and half the time, fucking murder. And from the little Astarion’s let slip—in his mind or otherwise—he ought to know that better than most.

You rub your face with both hands.

But you could’a said it better. People don’t like getting slapped (not even verbally), even if they got it coming, and it puts them in a mood to not listen no more.

The way he went so still…

Fuck.

But now he’s off outside, and it’d be better for you both to get some goddamn breathing room, so you bed down and do your best to fall asleep.

It’s real shitty. Too cold, too dark, not a goddamn sunrise and your circadian rhythm is shot to shit. You heard cavers say shit about that. It’s a whole different thing to be on the receiving end (that’s becoming a pattern, ain’t it).

You end up drifting for a while. You done swapped out your mushroom panties for the loincloth again. Spend some time pondering how to wash your used rags in secret, because it’s a normal biological function, by god, but that don’t mean you want to go wringing out your bloody rags in front of a literal goddamn vampire. Who’s pissed at you.

You think you must fall asleep, because next thing, there’s movement outside and the scent of spiced herbs as Astarion pokes in. He barely says nothing to you. And you can’t understand none of it. So you got two potions left, you’re (literally) on the rag, and y’all are back to being pissy.

Today is gonna be shit.

***

And it is. Walking in silence. Stopping in silence. Eating your dried ass fish and gulping down your water (the canteen even smells like fish, fuck you) in complete and utter silence.

You take a moment to check in with the others through y’all’s brainworms. There’s a lotta concern about the drow. Wyll in particular can’t hide his worry. Tries to nudge reassurances across the brainworm link. Which sets off that blood-sucking shithead, who slaps at the connection like a stepped on cat.

You come back to your body and say, “Rude.”

In English, cause you don’t know that one in either language.

Shithead only makes a “hmm?” sound. Dismissive fuck.

Let him be butthurt. Somebody had to tell him.

Y’all drift off away from the lake as the landscape climbs. The fish said (through translation you’re hoping was accurate) that the shoreline did that for a while. Y’all’d have to cut across a plateau to reach the right section, the main body they say is the “mother water.” Part of you wonders if they mean it’s the primary lake, or if they like, do their fish spawning in it. Huh.

It still makes you nervous veering off.

Everything is so quiet. The air is chill and clammy, and your breath puffs in little, white clouds in the torchlight.

Soon, more mushrooms appear. At first, in ones and twos. Then small clusters. Then what would be green belts of forest on the surface. The blue and pinks you already seen. Wavy fronds that remind you of coral. And some stumpy looking ones that feel like peering into a deep pool and catching specks of gold flickering in the depths.

“It’s pretty,” you say. And then, out of spite, you repeat in bastardized Common/Chondathan, “That over there pretty.”

Astarion immediately fires off something lilting and long. Not Chondathan. Elvish, if you had to guess. Probably calling both the shrooms and you ugly and stupid.

After a few hours, you gotta call a break. You’re on day two of your bloody visitor, and that one tends to be a heavy flow. You ain’t bled through (you keep calling breaks to check). Score one for the old “belted rag” method. As Astarion putters around at the end of the rope tying y’all together, it reminds you of Cherokee stories. How menstrual blood weakened monsters. You kinda suspect it’d do the opposite on him.

But you do gotta change. So you use the Common word for piss (thank you, Gale) and untie yourself to head off. Astarion still don’t say nothing. Just flops down to lean his back against a big, purple mushroom.

You splash yourself with the water skin you’re keeping just for this purpose whenever you change. You don’t notice a smell. But you kinda wonder if he does.

But he ain’t said nothing. Just acts like a petulant bitch when you return and greet him. Fucker literally turns his nose up at you.

A small, petty part of you wants to lead him over a rock pile and let him deal with it. But that ain’t gonna fix nothing, which was the entire point of y’all’s argument, and it’d be rude as fuck to boot. You saw him stumbling around that boulder field. Goddamnit, it sucks being the bigger person just about now.

Thirty minutes later, you come across the bodies. And the stupid ass anger in you evaporates.

You first notice the riot of color. It’s that same glowing, kinda bioluminescent stuff as the big mushrooms. But where those is a soft, graceful glow, these is a riot of a neon sign outside a gay bar in Austin, Texas color.

“Uh,” you say. Credit to Astarion that judging on nothing but your tone, he stops.

There’s more than one body. Maybe just under a dozen? And even more pieces. A little clearing in the underground mushroom forest, decorated with strange carcasses.

You edge closer. Still trying to keep your distance, because you got no idea what the fuck those things are and what their bodies might be, like, emitting.

“Darling?” Astarion says. He thinks you don’t know that word in Chondathan. It wasn’t exactly hard to deduce.

“Over there, right here,” you say, trying to trill the appropriate r’s. You get the dragged-out nouns just right, though. And then can’t think of the next word. “Down. Many down.”

“What?”

Fuck. You pull together stuff you picked up from Gale, too. “Um, sleep. Big sleep. Many.” And then make a croaking, drawn out sort of “blegh” sound to indicate dying.

He stares past your head maybe four inches too far to the left.

Then you spot the other bodies. They ain’t as easy to pick out. Partly because they ain’t an acid trip of color—their gray-purple skin actually blends pretty well into the gloom and the rock. The other part is the way lumps of color seem to be pushing up out of what even you can tell are wounds in their bodies.

“Drow,” you say.

The change is instant. Gone is Astarion’s insolent slouch. His subtle sneer. He goes arrow straight and at attention before the word even finishes forming on your tongue. You’re close enough to catch the way his nostrils flare.

He’s scenting for blood. Because he’s a vampire. Vampires are predators. It’s funny how you can forget about that looking at him.

He rattles off something in Chondathan. But it ain’t until he makes a hand motion that you get he’s telling you to step back. Let him untie the rope and pad silently forwards, head turning this way and that, even as you notice he’s stepping toes-first.

It’s like watching a cat. Only this cat is as tall as you, has a pair of long knives, and opposable thumbs.

That’s the same guy who sewed you underwear with accidentally phallic mushrooms on them.

But he’s way better equipped and experienced for this than you, so you take a few steps back to let him prowl. And examine the closest drow body.

There ain’t no blood. Probably why you noticed this first, now that you think about it, and not him. And there’s definitely like…mushroom stuff inside the closest body. Knobby and yellow. That flares subtly in a way that makes you sure it noticed you fucking move.

You take several steps back. Got enough Cherokee ancestors to win the slap fight with your White ancestors who suggest you go over and poke it with a stick just to see what it does.

Astarion pauses in the middle of a field of corpses. You look again to the dead drow. The stuff inside it. He probably shouldn’t be out there. Weird bullshit out there, and who even knows if being undead would be good or just make it worse—

His head whips to you. Right as an arm wraps around your throat.

[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost helpline part 14 New Meetings and New Beginings

Vlad knew three things about Bruce Wayne; he was a playboy, a philanthropist and loved kids. Oh and he was utterly ditzy, kind but dumb. As his kids would say a “himbo”. Vlad relaxed as he scuttled about the kitchen and platted them both up some lasagna.

He briefly wondered where Red, Jack he should get use to calling him Jack, had gone as he walked into the living room and saw the Wayne stare at the television. He had been in the middle of his latest k-drama when the door rang. The drunk looked inthralled with the show, turning to Vlad with a dopey smile. Vlad past him the plate of food before explaining where they were in the plot.

A part of him felt his scars itch as if to remind him of his mistakes. Don’t trust humans, don’t get too close. But as hard as it was to admit, he was lonely and even if they had hurt him he missed them.

Vlad wrapped his robe around him tight.

This was fine, Bruce Wayne was harmless anyways.

—- —- —-

Jack will admit to this not being his best idea, but the blob ghost had informed him that Violet was sick. Nothing major but … still. Jack wanted no needed to help.

He helped the family move in, using his speed as discreetly as possible. He hid in the kitchen and tested the Masters neighbors cookies for poison. There wasn’t any. He went to help but Violet wasn’t there.

But now he could help, there were vampires in Gotham. If he followed the direction to Bludhaven right he should come across a patch of flowers. A fever reducing potion should be easy to make from there.

There were vampires in Gotham so Jack really couldn’t be blamed for assuming he’d never run into a were wolf here.

- Aqualad patrolled Bludhaven as he waited for Nightwing, they had a case to work on. Nightwing is late but that isn’t anything new. He’s texting the acrobat about it when he spots her. It’s hard not to look, especially in a place a dreary as Bludhaven.

She has fine red hair cascading down her back. Her outfit is entirely pink. Like really pink, right down to the platform shoes. The mysterious girl is deathly pale clutching a bedazzled phone for dear life. It’s almost as if she is looking for something. Kaldur feels bad chances are she’s lost. The Atlantian turns around and heads off to meet the Nightwing anyway.

—- —- —-

Boston left Zatanna and John to their bickering, he already knew where they would go to get information. A seedy pub, or illegal trading ring maybe they’d even go some fancy library but Boston knew where the real action was at.

He flew off to Fawcett City.

The door chimed as he walked into the store, the door reading “Mystic Hannas Hair Salon: We’ll change your look like Magic!” Ah it was good to be home.

—- —- —-

Harley is delivering Ivys latest stash of drugs to Penguin when she feels a shadow come from an alley. Which can’t be right. The bats know better than to get that close to a target. She bends down to scratch her new pets ear. (Pan had been getting creative lately.) Taking advantage of her spot on the ground she looked at the alley until something came out. Oh a girl. A girl with violet eyes… fuck what was a meta kid doing out here by herself? Looking closer she was covered in something too. Gross.

Violet stared at the blond woman from across the street. She had a cute little celery dog, it reminded the demon of Auntie Sam. It oozed the magic of the green, so that was probably a good sign right?

“Hey what are you waiting for an invitation get over here!”

Violet smiled, it would seem that she had passed whatever this lady’s test was. She had been stared at and not found lacking, that was a first. It felt nice.

Harley could not believe someone would just let their meta kid run around Gotham. Especially near the Ice Berge Lounge. Her little celery dog seemed to like her tho tugging on their leash to get closer, wagging its tail in glee as the girl trotted across the street like a new born foal. And that was concerning, a good sign that celery dog liked her, she was actually coming over here? Just because she’d asked? What the fuck? Did the kid want to get murdered? Because that’s how you get murdered in Gotham!

Harley squared her shoulders and opened the door to the empty pub, “Come on in, let me charge my phone so you can call someone to pick you up okay?” God Harley hoped she wasn’t a runaway. Well then looks like it was up to Auntie Harley to teach the new kid the rules of Gotham, it could be her good deed of the year she thought.

Celery Dog rubbed itself against the girls legs, “Well hello little one, aren’t you just marvelous.” Her voice was small and quiet. Celery Dog sprouted little flowers at the compliment, which wtf? Did celery even come from flowers? She was so going to have to tell Pammy about this. This kid was interesting.

—- —- —-

Dandelion “Dandy” Masters was pissed. What was meant to be a short trip to pick up his sister was slowly but surely becoming a disaster. They missed several turns, blew two tires, somehow ran out of gas and now, now they were lost!

Charles got out of the car and held his cellphone out looking for bars, “Oh snickerdoodles I got like no reception.”

Dandy sighed, “Hand me your mirror.” None of the clones, aside from Alcor, had shown any affinity for magic. Dandy hated using mirror phones the most, he considered it a waste of magic crystals.

Charles leaned over his brothers shoulder, “Dandy… why the fuck are we in Rhode Island?”

Dandelion zoomed out into the distance of the mirror, “Welcome to Happy Harbor”, he wasn’t entirely sure how but he knew this was all Klarions fault.

—- —- —-

Bruce sat him self on the man’s couch being served his own butlers pasta on a paper plate.

Paper plates, plastic forks, no cameras.

He scans the room as the TV plays a sappy romance show.

Pictures, pillows, art projects litter the area.

Vlad rewinds the show to read the subtitles, again. “The subtitles are wrong, what he actually said was ‘I won’t leave you’.”

The man’s eyes positively lit up at him, “You know Korean!”

“Yes I know multiple languages actually.”

Something about the way he said it must have come out wrong because shorter man shuffles back from him.

“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just really tired of that being so surprising to people.” And it wasn’t a lie exactly he knew how important his Brucie person was but sometimes…

“Oh. Does that happen a lot?”

“Does it matter?”

Vlad shuffled away from him again. Bruce feels like an idiot.

“It does, did did that happen today? Butter biscuits is that why you came over drunk?”

Drunk ? He wasn’t, oh right. Bruce Wayne is a notorious party animal. A notorious party animal that just invited himself in to the man’s home. A man that is three inches shorter than him and probably weighs a hundred pounds less. Bruce feels like an absolute asshole.

Think! Bruce think! Say something!

“So tell me about your kids?”

Vlad’s responding smile takes the weight off the bats shoulders.

—- —- —-

Aqualad and Kightwing are investigating a potential Vampire Fog death when they hear a howl. The heroes looked at each other, wolves aren’t native to the area?

They are outside of the building as quick as possible immediately spotting a blur of pink. Dick almost assumed it had to be a speedster before it stopped suddenly. Her eyes connected to Aqualads, arm scratched bleeding red pupils blown wide. Kaldur saw their fangs last, bracing himself as the creature rushed forward!!

… and hid behind him, “Sanctuary! Please sanctuary!” A not so girlish voice rang out at the same time a mammoth creature of hair and claws rounded the corner braking the edge of the building.

Jack closed his eyes, he knew the stories of the King of Atlantis. That he deeply cared for all his subjects, if any of them got hurt on land there would be hell to pay. On top of that all Atlantians were warriors, Jack was a home maker.

Jack wanted to see Violet again more than he cared to keep his pride. He kneeled behind the dark skinned, handsome ocean native and plead.

“Please Atlantian help me.”

Notes

In this Vlad is 6’ and 170lbs

Batman is 6’ 4 and 250 (internet said 210 I looked my self in the mirror and laughed so 🤷‍♀️ 259 it is)

Violet = Konstelacio

Red = Jack, yes he is a vampire.

Jack is a tall boy, he dresses very Kawaii and loves to cook and clean and take care of people. He can make potions and tinkers in mechanics.

Aqualad doesn’t mean to misgender Jack- to be fair he is wearing a dress. 🤷

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

You Have Me. Remember It.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JYBPAin by rocketshipinspace “Their kids had been taken. Sure, Kevin had his own mum, and the girls lived with Jody, but they were all family. This was bigger than just Jack. Whoever was responsible had better start running. Dean almost felt sorry for them. Fortunately, the homicidal rage balanced it out, and Dean had the comfort of knowing none of it had come from a supernatural influence. Just his own bloodlust for whoever had gone this personal.” Or Post the weird non end of Season 15 (can’t believe they never released the final ep, right?), Dean and Sam are not alone. Dean rescues Cas, some monster is gunning for their kids, and there’s a family reunion. Good thing there’s enough space in the bunker. This is what it means to say family doesn’t end or start in blood. Words: 11304, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Eileen Leahy, Mary Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Linda Tran (Supernatural), Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Claire Novak, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Patience Turner, Kaia Nieves, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Ash (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Victor Henriksen, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Krissy Chambers, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Bobby John (Supernatural: Two and a Half Men), The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Victor Henriksen/Benny Lafitte, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, POV Multiple, POV Dean Winchester, Shapeshifting, Angels, Witches, Spells & Enchantments, Curses, Vampires, Parent Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty, Kidnapping, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Rescue, Romance, No Smut, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Parent Castiel (Supernatural), Memory Magic, Hallucinations, Dreams and Nightmares, Dreams vs. Reality, Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angels are Dicks (Supernatural), Idiots in Love, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bad Parent John Winchester, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Canon read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JYBPAin

[thought-bubble-doodly-doo]

From (MGM Plus) Better Get a Season Three, Because I Have SO Many Unanswered Questions, and I doubt ANY of Them Will Be Answered by the Season 2 Finale.

A probably non-exhaustive list of remaining questions I have about the Town. 

1. Will Fatima’s baby be a normal baby or is a monster brewing inside of her? 

2. Was the corpse woman in Elgin’s dream Fatima or was it just a lady wearing a similar shirt? 

3. How was Fatima able to conceive if it was medically impossible for her to do so?  What kind of LOST magic island John Locke can walk again rigmarole is going on here?  

4. Is Sarah actually somehow connected to the town?  Or is she just nuts? 

5. Were the voices in Sarah’s head delusions or were they similar to the voices being heard over the radio? 

6. If Viktor’s sister was able to draw the tower their mother supposedly went to that means she didn’t die the same night as everyone else did.  So how did she die? 

7. Who is the boy in white and what are his motivations? 

8. Is Sarah right about the fears of the dead townspeople coming to life as monsters in the forest? 

9. What’s up with that lighthouse and the ghost kids? 

10. What’s up with the giant spiderwebs in the forest? 

11. Where did the talismans originally come from, and how do they ward off the monsters?  I know the answer is magic, but I would like a little more explanation.  

12. What was the creature that jostled Boyd’s tent around in season 1?  

13. Why are so many people hearing the music box now?  At first I thought maybe Boyd infected the others that were with him when he cut himself open that night at the medical ward.  But now people who weren’t there for that are hearing it too.  (Randall, Donna, etc.)  

14. What was up with that guy chained up in the forest that magically vanished?  What about the other two skeletons beside him?  

15. If the creatures or entities or whatever can start going Freddy Krueger on the townspeople, does that explain why there are so many weird coincidences?  They may not be in a dream, but does this mean the monsters have always had access to the dreams/memories of the people they torment? 

16. The monsters live in caves underground during the day and only come out at night.  So does this mean sunlight can hurt them?  If they could somehow trap a creature and leave it out until the sun rises would it shrivel up like a vampire? 

17. Is the “silver” bullets didn’t work, is there any use for that bile they found in Smiler’s gullet? 

18. I don’t know if I buy into the whole “It’s a giant experiment” theory, but that old lady is SUS AS HELL, and I want to know if she’s a monster of some sort or just a creepy grandma. 

19. Does Jade seeing the Civil War soldiers mean the town has existed since at least 1861 or was it just a more random hallucination? 

20. Why do the Monsters wear such old-timey clothes?  Are they former victims transformed into creatures and if so, are we ever gonna see one of the more current victims smiling outside someone’s window one day? 

21. What is that symbol Jade is seeing everywhere?  Where did it come from?  What does it mean? Is it gonna drive him insane and make him kill everyone like it did to that guy in Viktor’s time.  Or did the symbol never drive him insane and he started to (implied) murder everyone for some other reason? 

22. How was Viktor able to survive 40 years in this town without the talismans to protect him at night?  I know the guy’s kind of a wallflower, but he can’t go undetected that long that easily, right?  

23. If Elgin had dreams about the town on the bus, how far does the town’s power extend?  Did they already run into the tree, and thus were already trapped when he had the dream, or can the town send someone dreams before they arrive? 

24. Furthermore, can the town PICK who it wants to end up in it?  Because Christy’s fiancée showing up has gotta be more than just coincidence. 

25. Why have the town’s seasons been stuck in stasis forever and are only now changing? 

26. Is Viktor right that the trees are moving, and if so, what the heck does that even mean?  Is the town expanding like the universe or is it just some giant dollhouse and one of the realm entities didn’t put their toy back exactly in place? 

27. One of Viktor’s drawings is the town in a giant snow globe, and that’s gotta mean something right?

28. Were the voices over the radio even real?  Because now with Kristy and possibly Randal and definitely Julie seeing the cicadas without being asleep, shared hallucinations of the same event are confirmed within the show.  So did Jim and Donna really hear a voice or did they both just hallucinate the same thing? 

29. How are they going to deal with the lack of resources?  The food shortage?  The increasing lack of space?  If winter comes to the town, do they have enough warm clothing and firewood for everyone to stay alive? 

30. If they’re not even safe in their sleep anymore, how are thy going to survive past a couple of days?  Because staying awake is not a sustainable solution, and it doesn’t look like you can just wake someone up from the nightmare. 

31. If the song they’ve been hearing “They steal, they break, yadda yadda, stop the music” is an old nursery rhyme, does this suggest people have been able to escape the town long in the past and survive to tell stories about it?  Is this just another example of the town repurposing information it shouldn’t have access to?  

I am really invested in this show, and I would just like some answers pretty please.  <3  

[wvsteria]

irongcld​:

nothing to be sorry about. was as it was. he shook his head “don’t be. all i want to forget is everything about my dad” he had treated his own son as nothing for years “pretty sure he blames me because mom wasn’t around” or it was the drinking that caused all the anger, for both of them. but just because jj could drink, he never treated his friends bad, he hoped not “i don’t even remember what happened to her” the words almost came out as a whisper. it was sad to not remember your own mom. he wish he had known her, maybe she was kind and cared for people around her. kiara’s words did not hurt him, she probably never would. she had always been the one who he thought cared the most. well, maybe john b and pope cared too, but they did not show it as often. he knew deep down they cared “yeah? you think it would help?” now he could not blame anything on his dad, and maybe it was easier here, to stop drinking and taking drugs to feel better “don’t get your hopes up too high now, kie. you know i am emotionally weak sometimes” was only sometimes, the times when he turned to alcohol and drugs more times than he should. that often made him more reckless than usual. he nodded at what she said. sitting by the water sounded perfect. nothing he had done on a while, but he barely wanted to when he knew he never could surf again “not if we have warm clothes” he shrugged “i have a winter jacket at home, but i don’t get so cold. do you remember where it is? i haven’t been there on a while,i have forgotten where it is”

kiara hated jj’s dad. that knew that for sure. with the added vampirism, it fueled her hate even more. if she ever saw him again, she didn’t know what she’d do. she’d elbowed him before but given the chance she’d do a lot more. “your dad is a piece of shit. and doesn’t realize he’s got everything in the world right in front of him.” she said while shaking her head. “i don’t know why your mom left... but she’s missing out.” kie said while she placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer him some comfort. “you’re such an amazing person and you don’t deserve the way they treated you. you know that right?” she asked, now looking more carefully to him. “please. you are not weak. you’re the strongest person i know. just because you have a hard time dealing with what the world’s done to you doesn’t make you weak. the fact that you’re still here and you want to get better makes you insanely strong. plus you know all of us depend on you. and you’re always there for us. for pope, for john b. for me.” she shrugged lightly. “it’s been a while since i’ve thought about home. my memories were all... wired. i thought i lived here my whole life and now home is like... years away. i can’t really tell what was real and fake as a kid now.” 

[fcrgivemefather]

PROS / CONS OF DATING MY MUSE

name: damien species: human, vampire sexuality: gay

PROS:

this guy. oh man. he’s just the sweetest little guy. he will love you and dote on you but not in a clingy way! he’s just thankful for you and wants to do what he can to make the lives of those he cares about easy and happy.

his smile... like a cup of hot chocolate in front of a fireplace, snug under a blanket on a quiet snowy evening.

speaking of blankets: his embrace. no, not the vampire kind. the holding kind. oh man, he gives some good hugs. shame he doesn’t get many as he deserves em - you’ll fix that, right?

he has a tendency to record his thoughts in his notebooks - sometimes as words, sometimes as sketches. you can absolutely bet he’s sketched you at least one time, perhaps when you were gazing at the stars, the only star he saw being in front of him. 

did you know this man can garden? hell yeah he can! he has a few fruit trees, vegetables, and flowers growing around his haven. watch him show you his flowers, and make them more beautiful by placing them in your hair.

in peaceful, spare moments, he has a tendency to hop on the piano and play. he’ll either improv or play some gentle melodies. if you can nudge him past the shyness, he might even sing; request some abba or maybe elton john and you’ll witness that winning smile for sure.  

his touch is gentle, and despite his condition, he makes sure it stays warm. this man loves touching. gentle caresses of your face, entwining your fingers, tracing the lines in your back...

and yes, this extends into intercourse. if you make it that far, then know he is dedicated to you. he wants to explore you, worship you, devour you. all he wants is for you to understand - to feel - his devotion. there is no better way for him to finish than to put you into a state of utter bliss. he is a priest, after all - it’s his job to have you praying to god, and he’s damn good at it.

HOWEVER. if what would get YOU there is him melting in a puddle... honey, hes your pathetic little meow meow. he’ll show you how to pray.

CONS:

okay im gonna get the obvious outta the way. do i gotta say it? the reflection. that’s a whole list of its own bs.

this man needs therapy. like. big time. he is constantly teetering on the edge of mental collapse and honestly its amazing how he’s kept his grip this long

if you look up the definition of guilt ridden, there’s a picture of damien. buddy can’t catch a break.

he is constantly starving himself, so he is in constant pain. he may find it very hard to be around you at times, and if you try to force your company - even if it is to help - he will freak out and potentially accidentally hurt you in an attempt to stay away.

he tends to lock his worries and concerns away, believing them to be his burden to suffer alone. it is very hard to get him to open up, even to those closest. there’s a good chance this may cause occasional strains on the relationship.

sometimes, this dude ends up getting caught up in some very, very dangerous situations - malicious spirits, rabid creatures, vindictive hunters. he could disappear for a while and come back, bloody and bruised. who knows when he won’t. most worryingly, he doesn’t seem to concerned.

no day time dates. :(

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Too Late For An Apology

Word Count: 1,823

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader; John Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight torture, slight TW: abuse, but doesn’t go too in depth

A/N: i’m sorry my posting schedule sucks now oof

A/N 2: Thanks to my fav bitch @tragedy-of-sorts​ for reading and also for being my fav 

A/N 3: The reader’s like six years younger than Dean, two younger than Sam

Masterlist

You heard your doorbell ringing in the middle of the night, while you shot your head up, looking at the clock next to you. It was 3 in the morning. You frowned slightly, reaching for your gun before slipping out of bed, looking through the eyehole.

“Dad?” you opened the door, revealing your father showing up in front of you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you wrapped your arms around John, still in shock.

“Dad, what are you doing here? And at this time?” he walked into your apartment before you closed the door, turning on the lights.

“I have a lead. Hunting the demon that killed your mother. I’ll need your help,” he started.

You felt chills going down your spine.

“Where are Sam and Dean?” you asked.

“Sam went away to college, and Dean’s off somewhere, on a hunt probably,” he replied.

“Wouldn't either of them be able to help you better? I haven't hunted in two years, Dad,” you kept your voice low.

“They can’t know. They’ll mess everything up, you know how your brothers are. We leave tomorrow, okay?” you nodded your head softly, before going to pack your bag, getting ready for the big hunt.

---

“That’s totally unfair! (Y/N) doesn't have to train! (Y/N) doesn’t have to do anything!” you could hear Dean yelling at John, while you hid behind the door of Bobby’s house. You held a drawing in your hands, one that you made of yourself with your siblings and father.

“She is a child!” John yelled back.

“She’s twelve! When me and Sam were twelve you would force us to hunt! You never let us rest? I hate (Y/N) and I hate how you give her special treatment all the damn time!” tears welled up in your eyes as you crumpled the paper, stuffing it into your bag before sneaking back upstairs.

---

“Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you and Dad for?” you kept your gaze on your bed sheets in your hospital room, hearing Dean yell at you.

“I tried to-”

“Not only do you abandon us, now you’re back, and with Dad, and never thought it was important to tell us?” he yelled.

You frowned slightly before realization hit you. They never knew why you left.

“I’m sorry,” you clenched your jaw.

He groaned, frustrated.

“Get ready, we’re leaving,” he slammed the door shut as he walked out of your hospital room.

---

“I saw your journal in the trash can, (Y/N),” John sat down next to you in your bed.

“I’m kind of over the whole drawing thing,” you lied, shaking your head.

“What happened?” John asked.

“Nothing happened, I just don't like it anymore,” you shrugged, turning back to your schoolwork.

“Just like that?” he questioned.

“I want to go on a hunt,” you said.

“What? (Y/N)...”

“I’m sure, Dad,” you interrupted him.

“Fine. We’ll start your training tomorrow,” he agreed.

He kissed your forehead and left, before you laid on your bed, digging your face in your pillow.

---

You held back a sob, watching John’s body burst into flames. There was silence between the three of you, while you stood a distance away from them.

“Sam,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Let’s go,” he walked away from you, while he and Dean headed back to the car.

Your tears fell down your face, as you let out a shaky breath.

“(Y/N)!” Sam yelled.

“I-I’m coming,” you followed them back to the car, keeping your head low.

---

Your vision was blurry as you sat in the chair, a rope tied to your hands painfully. There was blood dripping from your wounds as you cried out in pain.

“Just tell us where he is,” the vampire grabbed your hair, pulling your head up.

“No!” you screamed.

Your face was covered with dried tears, new ones forming. Your eye was bruised. 

“You’re gonna talk, kid. Sooner or later,” you felt his fangs enter the skin on your neck as you whimpered. Your body was too weak to move.

“Just let me go, please,” you begged.

You could barely keep your eyes open, crying softly.

---

“What happened to your eye?” Dean walked past you, noticing the darkened skin around your left eye.

“Don't worry about it,” you shook your head, avoiding eye contact with him.

You knew he didn't remember what he did to you last night.

“Me and Sam are going on a hunt,” he said.

“Just you and Sam?” you asked.

“(Y/N), you know you’ll just end up slowing us down. If we need you, we’ll call you,” he replied.

“Right,” you nodded your head softly.

After the two of them left, you ran to your room, stuffing all your belongings into a duffel bag.

Now was finally your chance to leave them. They always hated you, it didn't matter that you were their sister. Your black eye is the least they've done to you while drunk, and you knew you had to leave.

You stood at the door, looking down at the bunker before shaking your head. It was time to go.

---

“Dad?” you opened your eyes, scrunching them as the fluorescent hospital light blinded you.

“(Y/N),” he let out a breath of relief, wrapping his arms around you as you winced.

“You’re not hunting ever again,” your eyes watered slightly as you nodded your head.

“I’m going to set you up with an apartment. You’re leaving this life,” you frowned.

“Dad, no-”

“Yes, (Y/N). You were tortured for information. I am trying to keep you safe, do not argue with me,” he raised his voice slightly.

“How come you never treat Sam and Dean like this?” you scoffed.

“They’re not my daughter. You are,” he said.

“That’s not an excuse. They’re still my brothers. They are still your sons,” you crossed your arms together.

“Enough, (Y/N). I’ll be back in the morning to get you,” he said.

“Dad,” he closed the door, leaving your room while you sighed, slumping in your bed.

---

“Babe? Are you home? I’ve been stuck at work all day, and I know we’re late to pick up…” you dropped your bag on the floor, Sam and Dean standing in front of you while you entered your house.

“Your husband and kid are out,” Dean spoke.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you were sure to take a step back.

“We could ask you the same thing, you know,” Sam scoffed.

“You left us again. You abandoned us again,” Dean clenched his fist in anger as you tensed, feeling fear run throughout your veins.

“I don't… why are you guys here?” your voice was softer as you scratched the back of your neck.

“You can't be here, you’re a danger to my family,” you could feel the nervousness in your veins as you stood firmly. You’ve spent too long afraid of them.

“You son of a bitch. What the hell are we then?!” Dean yelled.

You flinched slightly.

“Why did you leave, (Y/N)? Why did you run away?” Sam’s voice was slightly calmer, anger still evident.

“I couldn't take both of your crap anymore,” you shook your head.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean scoffed.

“The day I left, you asked me how I got that black eye. Because you didn't remember giving it to me that previous night,” you dug your nails into your palm, trying to hold back your tears. Dean immediately scoffed, shaking his head.

“You’re lying,” he said.

“All my life, the two of you have despised everything about me,” you started.

“(Y/N),” Sam opened his mouth.

“Shut up!” you yelled.

You saw a surprised look on both of their faces.

“I never noticed it until I was twelve. I drew a picture for you, Dean. It was a picture of all of us, Mom included. I wanted to give it to you until I overheard you talking with Dad. Y-You told him how much you hated… how much you hated me,” you let a tear fall down your face, as Dean’s softened.

“I always tried to do whatever I could to get you two to like me, or at least to not hate me. But nothing I ever did was good enough,” you sniffled.

“That doesn't change the fact that you abandoned us,” Dean tried to defend himself.

“The first time I left was because a vampire was trying to use me to get to Dad. He didn't want that for me, and so he took me out of the life, at least until he got a lead on Azazel,” you clenched your jaw, letting out a shaky breath.

“T-The… you and Sam used to get really, really drunk. You’d never remember it in the morning. You would h-hurt me. I covered up so many bruises because I didn't want to upset you two,” your voice broke slightly as you looked at Dean.

There were visible tears in his and Sam’s eyes.

“I never knew why you hated me so much. W-Was it because Dad treated me differently? Was it because I’m the youngest? Was it because I reminded you of Mom? Was it because… was it jealousy?” Dean took a step forward, while you quickly took a step back.

“(Y/N), we never meant… We never meant to hurt you,” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“That’s all you have? Really?” you scoffed.

“Sam, just… (Y/N). Listen to me,” Dean started.

“I was jealous of you. Dad always treated you differently, always treated you specially. I was stupid, and wrong. Every time I did anything for Dad, I would only get into more trouble. Whenever you disobeyed him, he would ignore it. I’ve been jealous of you my whole life. Even now. Y-You have a kid, you have a family. You got out. I’m sorry, kid. I’m so sorry for everything,” you wiped away your tears as you kept a strong face on.

“I need you both to leave,” you said.

“I’m sorry-” Dean said.

“The door. I need you both to leave. Now,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)...”

“You’re about 34 years too late for an apology. I want you to leave. Don't come back here, stay away from me and my family,” the two of them looked at you in shock, before walking to your front door, while you held it open to them.

Dean gave you a small hug, while you remained stiff.

“Take care of yourself, kiddo,” he gave you a small smile, before walking out of your house.

You closed the door behind the two of them, immediately falling to the ground as you let out a loud sob, feeling your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Your sobs died down as you leaned against the door, wrapping your arms around yourself. You needed to stay strong, and they needed to stay away.

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Mobile Masterlist (N - Z) Part 3

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

2 & 2 *Part 1* *Part 2*

6 Years

Different

Late Meetings

Listen (Prompt)

Nerd (Prompt)

Never Leave *Part 1* *Part 2*

Not So Welcome *Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*

On Set

Open To Jealousy

Power?

Protective

Secret Date Life

Shh (Prompt)

Gideon

Same Side

Henry Mills

What Are You Talking About?

Killian Jones/Captain Hook

Healing

S.C.A.V.A

Take A Minute

Lana Parrilla

Defenseless *Part 1* *Part 2*

Nice To See You

Jennifer Morrison

Acting? (Prompt)

Care

Cute (Prompt)

Laugh (Prompt)

Not True

Rude (Prompt)

What Glasses Can Do (Prompt)

Wow!

Regina Mills

1 Day Or 5 Years

Good Girl Gone Bad

Glasses Case

Hot Badass

Near Death

Secret Date Life

Robbie Kay

Look At What I Found!

Rise Of The Guardians

Jack Frost

Undercover

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

Shaken

Jughead Jones

Comfort In You

I Love Her!

I Thought You Were Fine

No Better Things

Saying Goodbye

Shaken

Reggie Mantle

No Pain No Gain

Saying Goodbye

Veronica Lodge

Forever (Prompt)

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane

Protege (Full) *Prequel* *Part 1* *Part 2*

Protege (Prompt)

Team Lightwood

Rogue (Prompt)

Supernatural

Castiel

Their Perfect

Dean Winchester

5 Dollars (Prompt)

Gabriel

A Future Past

Sam Winchester

Supposed To Be Acting

Winchester Family

Cross Paths

Happy Thoughts

Hard Working

You Can’t Kill Them (Prompt) *Part 1* *Part 2*

You’ll See

Witches Spell

Teen Wolf

Brett Talbot

Him!? (Prompt)

Cody Christian

You Make Me Happy (Prompt)

Derek Hale

Hurting For A Secret *Part 1* *Part 2*

Smile (Prompt)

Worried

Isaac Lahey

Not Their Choice

Respect

Will You Chill!?

Liam Dunbar

Hurt (Prompt)

Why!? (Prompt)

McCall Pack

Don’t Like Rules (Prompt)

Scott McCall

No.

You Don’t Get To Be Angry

Stiles Stilinski

Please

Shorter Than You

Will You Chill!?

Theo Raeken

Birthday Surprise

Cats…

Caught (Prompt) *Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*

Feelings *Part 1* *Part 2*

Treat You Better

Will You Chill!?

The Flash

Barry Allen/The Flash

Something You Never Knew

Cisco Ramon/Vibe

Don’t Spite Them

Haywire

Team Flash

Hideaway (Prompt)

Wally West/Kid Flash

Haywire

The Originals/The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

10 Years Later *Part 1* *Part 2*

Breakdown

Broken

Too Drunk To Remember

Elijah Mikaelson

10 Years

After Shock

Make Up

Little People

Pain Inside (Prompt)

Pickpocket

You Mean Something

You Were Right (Prompt)

Jeremy Gilbert

4 Too Many *Part 1* *Part 2*

Constant Headache

Hunter’s Story

Misunderstanding *Part 1* *Part 2*

No Answers

Not As Planned

Stop!

Tickle

Kai Parker

Feel Bad

Little Scrapes

Strong Love For One

Unexpected

Where Are You *Part 1* *Part 2*

Klaus Mikaelson

10 Years

Accidents

Almost Dead

Anniversary

Bathe

Broken Fix

Code Words

Compulsion?

Cross Paths

Denial

Don’t Like Me

Equal

Falling

Fix It!

Hugs

Humanity Taken

Hurts

I Didn’t Do It!

I See It

Learn Control

Not A Problem

Pain In Words *Part 1* *Part 2*

Paint Fight

Perfect

Physical Or Emotional Pain *Part 1* *Part 2*

Regrets

Scary

Sisters In Trouble (Prompt)

Take A Liking

Talk In The Morning

Teach You

The Devil Within

Turned Out Okay

Uncle Elijah

Under The Spell

Underestimate Me (Prompt)

You Were Right (Prompt)

You’re Being Mean

You’re Cold *Part 1* *Part 2*

Kol Mikaelson

10 Years

4 Too Many *Part 1* *Part 2*

Bullies

Constant Headache

Cuddles

Don’t Flip

Favour

First Boyfriend

Gangsta

Last To Know

Misunderstanding *Part 1* *Part 2*

Moved On

Pain

Someone Else

Teased Accident

They’re Gone

Truth

You Were Right (Prompt)

Lorenzo St. John

4 Too Many *Part 1* *Part 2*

Cabins

Constant Headache

I’ll Kill Him

Stop!

Unfocused Love *Part 1* *Part 2*

Lucien Castle

I’m Going

Pack Up

Slow Dance

Strong Love For One

Matt Donovan

Not Human

Mikael

Fondness

Mikaelson Siblings

100 Years Later *Part 1* *Part 2*

Bait

Consequences

Scream

Super Overprotective

The Forgotten One *Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*

Used Against Us

You Can’t Kill Them (Prompt) *Part 1* *Part 2*

Warnings (Prompt)

Nathaniel Buzolic

Conventions

Paul Wesley

Autograph

Stefan Salvatore

Healthy

Tyler Lockwood

Save Her Life

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Done (Prompt)

Daryl Dixon

Choose Someone Else

Fire *Part 1* *Part 2*

Glenn Rhee

Care A Little

Maggie Rhee/Greene

Age Gap

Care A Little

Rick Grimes

Fallen For You!

The Survivors

Crazy *Part 1* *Part 2*

Leave *Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4*

No Second Chances

Told Ya

Vikings

Ivar Ragnarsson

Make It Right

Wonder Woman

Diana Prince

Despite The Objections

No Regrets *Part 1* *Part 2*

Together Forever

Requests and general question!

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Her Three Kings - Chapter Six

Volturi Kings x OFC

Warnings: not this time

A/N: A little shorter but this was a good place to cut.

Somewhere in Western Canada, near the Alaskan border

The next day they picked up John’s truck from the lot it had been stored in. While the vampires drove, Lily slept. Occasionally she woke for a bathroom break or to eat something then she went right back to sleep. Carlisle monitored her condition and declared it part of the healing process.

When they arrived at the house, the entire family was waiting outside for them. Emmett had barely stopped the car before the back door was thrown open and Lily was scooped up into Jasper’s arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his chest. “Hi, Jazzy.”

A smile quirked on his face. “Hello, darlin’.” He hurried her inside and kept her in his arms as he settled on the couch. Alice was immediately on one side of him and Edward on the other. Esme ran a hand over the girl’s head and then hurried toward the kitchen to fix her something to eat.

The family gathered around them, just wanting to be near their friend that was hurting so much. Just needing her to know that they were there. That’s how things remained for an hour. People shuffled around but they remained in the same room. The constant being Jasper and Lily who maintained their positions. She wouldn’t even move to eat, much to Esme’s worry.

Edward was leaning against the wall, when he finally broke the silence after picking up Jasper’s thoughts. “What do you mean you can’t tell what she’s feeling?”

Everyone’s attention snapped to the empath. “I mean I can’t read her. She’s blank.” He brushed some hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I keep sending out calming emotions but I have no idea if it’s working or not.”

Lily turned her face into his chest again as another tear rolled down her cheek. She could only imagine what a wreck she’d be without Jasper. Lowering the block on her thoughts seemed simpler than speaking for the moment. He doesn’t need to feel that, Eddie. He didn’t kill dad. He didn’t…no one needs to feel what I’m feeling right now except me. Why would I torture him? Or you? Then she slid the block back into place before he could see the images of her father’s death that seemed to play over and over again in her head.

The mind reader cleared his throat. “She said no one needs to feel what she’s feeling right now. She didn’t want to torture him.”

There is a long stretch of silence until Carlisle breaks it. “Your control has gotten much better. You couldn’t block Jasper before.”

She sat up slowly and looked at the people around her. She needed to get her shit together. At least a little bit. She owed it to them. Her tongue darted out trying to moisten chapped lips. “Could I get some water?” she asked and a glass appeared in front of her seconds later. After taking a long drink, she moved from Jasper’s lap to place her glass on the table.

Instead of returning to where she was, she walked over and pulled Edward to the couch so she could curl into his side. He put his arm around her with a chuckle. “I missed you, too.”

Her eyes found Esme. “Could I have some of that food now?”

The woman’s eye lit. “Of course.”

When Esme returned with the food, Lily sat straight and started eating. After a few bites, she started talking. “I think he followed me home from the marketplace.”

The others exchanged glances. “You don’t have to do this right now,” Alice said.

“Or ever,” Carlisle added.

“I know,” she said with a nod and another bite of food. “It didn’t occur to me at the time, but later it seemed obvious that he was the one watching me. He said as much. The only reason that I’m still alive is he apparently liked to play with his food. John showed up before he could eat me.”

“Do you have any idea who this vampire was? Where he came from?” Carlisle asked.

She thought of the Volturi crest tucked in the hidden pocket in her pack and the danger her family would be in if she told them. “No. I have no idea.”

Lily woke up with a start from her third nightmare of the night. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed her damp hair from her face. After blowing out her breath, she stood, taking the fuzzy blanket from the bed with her. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and went to find everyone else. The moment her door opened Edward was there. His gaze was worried. “Again?” he asked.

She nodded and let herself fall against his chest. It had been a week since she arrived in the Cullen household and every night her sleep was disturbed by nightmares. Once she located a family member and cuddled for a bit she’d slip back into sleep with no problem. Edward swept her up and carried her to his room. They settled on the couch so she was laying with her head in his lap. She looked up at him with tired eyes while he played with her hair. His eyes were darker than they should have been.

“You need to go hunt,” Lily told him with a frown.

“I’m okay.”

She shook her head then pulled her blanket up under her chin and got comfortable so she could go back to sleep. “You might be, but you make it hard on Jasper.”

The fingers in her hair stilled. “Why would my hunting have any effect on Jazz?”

Her eyes snapped open and she pushed herself up to frown at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t know this?”

Edward just stared at her obviously completely confused.

“Do none of you know this?”

“Apparently not.” He sounded so lost she would have thought it hilarious under other circumstances, but this was about the comfort and happiness of her best friend.

She took a breath before tossing her blanket aside and standing up. She grabbed Edward’s hand and dragged him out of the room behind her and into the living room where Jasper and Alice already were. “Family meeting, please,” Lily said, raising her voice only slightly. They’d be able to hear her.

Within a minute, everyone was gathered around their faces twisted in concern.

“What is it, Lily?” Carlisle asked. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. No. Just give me a minute,” she said holding up a finger. “First, at this point it might just be easier if I fall asleep with someone there every night. It’d save time and some of my sanity. These nightmares are a bitch.”

Carlisle smiled. “We can certainly try and see if it helps.”

“Okay, second, I’m going to go off on a tangent here. Just stay with me. From my understanding, the bloodlust, the need to feed, is this thing that’s there, always present just sometimes more prevalent than others, right?”

“Pretty much,” Alice said with a furrowed brow. “I mean, when you’ve just fed it’s almost not there at all, though we always kind of have it hovering in the background because of our diet.”

“So, it’s like when you’re sad or grieving and it’s always there even if maybe you’re laughing for a moment because someone told a joke. Or you know, how the love you feel for your family is always there even when you’re mad at them. It’s always there mixing in with everything else.” She looked around the room still seeing confused faces until she meets Jasper’s wide eyes. Her gaze softened and she gave him a nod. She didn’t miss the venom pooling in his eyes.

“I think I missed something,” Emmett said.

Lily sighed. “The bloodlust operates like an emotion. Could even be considered one, like rage. Jasper is an empath living with 6 vampires.”

One by one their faces shift into looks of understanding or guilt.

“I never even considered…” Carlisle trailed off and ran a hand through his hair. “How did I not figure this out? How did you?”

Jasper was suddenly by her side wrapping his arms around her. She rubbed a hand along his arm but kept her attention on Carlisle.

“Honestly, I thought you knew or I would have told you. I figured it out when I was working on the emotions block. It’s kind of my thing, I guess. I just know how things work in the body. It’s hard to explain.” Her dad had always told her that she had a tendency to just assume everyone else knew what she did. Like if she could figure it out, so could they. Most of the time she was wrong. Like now.

Carlisle shook his head as if to clear it then clapped his hands together. “Okay, everyone but Jasper and Alice go hunt.” He pressed a kiss to Lily’s forehead. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Jasper echoed, his voice breaking. “Thank you.” He picked her up with one hand and grabbed Alice’s hand with the other before taking them to his and Alice’s room. He put Lily on the bed and Alice crawled in to lay with her. Jasper sat behind her, his back against the headboard, his thigh pressed against her spine.

Alice smiled at a suddenly exhausted Lily and brushed some hair out of her face. “Thank you for taking care of my Jazzy.”

Lily yawned. “You’re welcome.” Moments later she slipped into a dreamless sleep.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Your Perfect Little Bubble

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff, dad!sam fluff, minor angst

Request by anon: What about a Sam x reader where Sam and R are sleeping and their young child comes in because of a nightmare and wakes up reader wanting to sleep with their parents. With the lines “ ok, just don’t wake daddy up.” And Sam replies “Too late” Just domestic fluff! There just needs to be more Dad!Sam

Summary: Your little boy has a nightmare in the middle of the night and tells you about it.

nose kisses (2020 card) and child au (2021 card) for @spnfluffbingo​

family for @spntfwbingo​

domestic au for @spngenrebingo​

Author’s Note: I know this was requested a long time ago. Sorry this is just now coming out. This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

Having kids was never something you saw for yourself until you met Sam. Being truly happy with your life was never possible for you until you met Sam. You never saw having the things you have now until you met Sam. Everything happened when you met him, and you owe him your life--to try and pay back everything he gave to you. Ten years ago, if someone asked you what you would be doing with your life, it would certainly not be this.

Your eccentric five-year-old baby boy is full of life and is curious about everything. He has an eye for the good, to see what others can’t. When you found out you were pregnant, you refused to raise him the way John did with his boys. John shut his kids out unless he needed them, and even then, it was touch-and-go. Not with Dylan, no, you wanted to be different than the rest.

Dean has always said hunters aren't kids, but you’re doing a pretty damn good job at allowing your baby boy be a kid for as long as he can. He knows what’s out there because you decided to have the talk with him in the form of stories. Instead of just shoving him into the life and forcing him to deal with it like John did, you tell stories of vampires, djinns, angels, demons, and everything in between. With stories, you can show him it’s not that scary, and with hunter parents like Sam and Dean, it’s not.

The Bunker isn’t an ideal place to raise a child, but Dylan made sure to turn this place into his own personal playground. The two rooms you merged to make his playroom is just covered with toys. Whenever he had a birthday, Sam, Dean, and even Castiel would spoil him with lots of presents, so the Bunker is just littered with them.

You don’t mind much since it makes him so happy to get gifts. He’s not spoiled in a bad way--he always says please and thank you, and he is very grateful for what he gets. You don’t think you could have raised a better son, and there are still thirteen more years to go. You let Dylan play in his playroom after dinner, so when you enter the room to get him, a smile grows on your face.

He fell asleep while playing with the present Jack gave him--Marvelous Marvin the Talking Teddy. He also has one, and they play a lot together with them. You think it’s sweet how much your son grew to love Jack. They are close in age, so it makes sense that they would get along the best.

You walk over to your little man and pick him up gently, careful not to wake him up. His head rolls to rest on your chest, and you carry him to his room. He decorated it all on his own with the help of his father. There are stars and planets painted on the wall since he loves Toy Story and Buzz Lightyear and everything that has to do with space. You lay him in his bed and tuck him up, kissing him on the head when you’re finished.

Sam and Dean had just gotten back from a tough hunt, so to give your husband some time to settle into bed and go to sleep, you figured you would clean Dylan’s playroom first. If you were to go to bed now, and Sam was only half-asleep, he would wake as soon as you got into the bed. Years of being a hunter made him accustomed to being a light sleeper.

You tidy up Dylan’s playroom, putting the toys where they belong. Inside the room is a little table in the corner that is used for arts and crafts that he loves using. Today, him and Jack were painting some of the Toy Story characters. Your son’s paintings aren’t that great with Jack not that far behind him, but they had fun while doing it. You take the pictures and hang them in the designated spot that’s used to hang all the pictures that Dylan makes. Once they dry, he picks his favorite ones and you throw the rest of them away. The ones he picks go into a big photo album that he can look through when he’s older.

Once the room is cleaner, you head back to your shared room with Sam. You can hear his soft snores from his side of the bed, so you know he is fast asleep. You’re quiet as you change into your pajamas, and you slide into bed gently. Sam turns over so he's facing you, and in his sleep, he reaches out for you. You cuddle into his side, acting as the “little spoon”. His big arms wrap around your waist as his head buries itself into the crook of your neck.

If you could stay like this forever, you would. Immediately, you drift off to sleep knowing everyone inside the Bunker is safe and sound. You’re not sure when you wake up next, but you know it’s not morning. It’s not your alarm telling you that you two needed to get up to do your morning run. It’s not the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen that Jack loves to make since he barely sleeps. No, something much more innocent and vulnerable wakes you.

“Mommy,” Dylan whispers, shaking your shoulder.

“What is it, baby? Are you okay?” you whisper and turn on the lamp next to your bed on the lowest setting so it doesn’t wake Sam up.

“I had a nightmare.”

“Come here,” you say and pat the area between you and Sam.

Sam had managed to scoot as far as possible away from you during the night, so there is plenty of room for Dylan to crawl in without waking his father. He settles in next to you, and you push his long hair away from his face. He is growing more to look like Sam every single day. He refuses to cut his hair claiming he wants to look like Daddy.

“Tell me about your nightmare, sweetheart. Just don’t wake Daddy up.”

“Too late,” Sam grumbles and flips to face you two. “What’s going on?”

“Dylan had a nightmare. He was just going to tell me about it.”

“Alright, buddy, we’re all ears. We’re listening,” Sam yawns.

“I had a nightmare about you and Daddy. You were killed by a monster and you left me all alone,” Dylan sighs.

You look at Sam knowingly, and that little story causes him to become more alert. You’re not a hunter anymore--not since you found out you were pregnant. You’re a stay-at-home mom while Sam and Dean go out and fight the monsters. You help when you can from the Bunker, but you don’t go out anymore. This isn’t your department anymore, so Sam takes over. He grabs Dylan by the waist and plops him on his elated legs so that he’s resting his back on them.

“Listen, Dylan, your mom and I aren’t going to die. I know it’s scary, okay? Believe me, I was once your age thinking the same thing about my dad. It was scary for me not knowing if he was ever going to come home, but it doesn’t have to be like that for you. Your uncle and I will always make it home to you and your mom. You have Uncle Jack and Cas here to protect you. They’re angels, so if I’m ever hurt, they can fix me right up. You won’t ever have to be alone.”

“Your daddy’s right, baby. Monsters are scary, okay? Monsters can hurt a lot of people, but your daddy and your uncle go out and kill the bad people so that the good people can be happy. Just like in your stories,” you add with a smile.

“Okay,” he nods, believing every word you and Sam say.

“You want to show your mom what we’ve been working on?” Sam asks with a smile, and that seems to brighten up your son.

“Yeah!”

He and Sam have been working on a secret handshake that only the two of them know. It puts a smile on your face to know that your son has this to fall back on. When he’s scared or alone, he can think back to times like these to feel better. When they are done, Dylan squeals in happiness when Sam bear-hugs him.

“That’s pretty cool,” you beam.

“Are you feeling much better?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Dylan smiles widely.

“Do you want to sleep in here with us?” you ask.

Dylan nods, and Sam puts him back where he was before. Dylan snuggles underneath the blanket and passes the fuck out. When you know he is fast asleep, you look at Sam with a loving smile.

“We did a good job with this one,” you say.

“We should have another one,” Sam whispers.

“I’d love nothing more.”

You lean closer to him and rub your nose against him to give him some Eskimo kisses before kissing him on the lips. It’s slow and sensual, but nothing short of loving. You pull away and cuddle into him with Dylan in between you two.

Your perfect little family all wrapped up in a perfect little bow.

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Rafe Cameron x reader

Requested by anon//Summary: After you catch your boyfriend, JJ cheating with Kie and find out the rest of the pogues knew it was happening, you decide their friendship wasn’t what you thought it was and find an unforeseen solace with the biggest kook of all, Rafe Cameron. 

A/N: I don’t condone cheating at all, it’s wrong and you hurt the person more than you think. This is purely fiction and I don’t mind writing about it. Anon who requested-- I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!  xx 

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JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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You had been trying to contact JJ the entire day, but no answer. The two of you were supposed to go out on a date tonight but it was now two hours after your agreed date time and he still was a no show. Since it wasn’t a far walk from your house you walked to JJ’s only to find his bike was not there. Okay, so he wasn’t at his house, what’s new? You trekked on and headed for the Chateau. You knew he’d either be there or possibly at the beach surfing.

~

When you arrived at the Chateau you were surprised to find all the pogues cars in the driveway, including JJ’s bike. You didn’t know everyone was hanging out today, no one had contacted you. Frowning you headed through the yard to find all of them surrounded by one of the trees, laughing and what looked like drinking beer. There was a faint smell of weed in the air.

John B and Pope were seated in some chairs and… in the hammock were Kie… and JJ. You thought your heart was going to fall out of your chest. The two of them had always been flirty with each other, but JJ always reassured you that it was nothing but friends being flirty. However, this was not flirty. They were cuddled up in the hammock just like you and JJ had done numerous nights. Their legs were tangled up and Kie’s head was on his chest. His fingers were running through her hair.

“What the fuck?”

The pogues all looked at you, surprise written all over their face. Kie and JJ both scrambled off the hammock, “Y/n, what are you doing here?” JJ asked, clearing his throat and starting toward you.

You shook your head, “What am I doing here?! I haven’t heard from you all day. We had a date tonight, JJ!”

“Shit.” He whispers, “Baby-”

“don’t baby me, maybank! I can’t believe you.”

“Look it wasn’t what it looked like… we were just hanging out.” He pleads.

“Not what it looked like?” You laughed bitterly, “It is exactly what it looked like. My boyfriend screwing my best friend. Oh, and that the rest of my best friends knew about it.” You then turn your attention to Pope and John B who don’t meet your eyes.

“y/n, nothing happened-” Kie started but you quickly interrupted her.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it. That’s such a bullshit excuse. I’ve seen the way you two flirt and JJ always reassured me it was nothing, but I was an idiot to believe him or believe you people were my friends.” You turned away from the group and headed back through the yard, tears flowing down your cheeks.

JJ hurried after you and grabbed your arm, “Y/n.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

You yanked your arm from his grip, “You’re not sorry JJ, you’re sorry you got caught!” You look at the pogues and back at JJ, “I never want to speak to any of you again. You four are no better than the asshole kooks.” You spit before walking away from JJ.

As soon as you made it to the concrete street, you broke into a run. How could JJ do this to you? And how could the people you called your best friends keep something like this from you? You couldn’t see through the tears as you ran down the street and tripped right over a rock, your body hitting the concrete. Pain shot through your knees and your hands. You slowly sat up, still sobbing. Your hands and knees were covered in blood and small pebbles. You begin brushing the small pebbles off your knees and hands.

He’d watched you trip right over the rock and winced as he saw you hit the road. Ouch. He quickly pulled his truck to a stop on the side of the road and got out, rushing to you, “Hey, are you okay?”

You looked up at him and went back to your knees, brushing them off, “I’m fine, Rafe.”

He crouched down in front of you, “You don’t look fine.” He could see the tears steadily falling from your cheeks.

“Yeah well you wouldn’t look fine either if you found your boyfriend cheating on you with your best friend and the rest of your friends knew about it.” You wipe your cheek with the back of your hand.

He looked up back at his truck and around the road before looking back down at you. He wasn’t supposed to be on this side of town, but he needed his drug fix and was on his way to get more when he saw you fall. “Why don’t you let me take you home? You’re not in the shape to be walking home alone..”

You look up at him, “Yeah and what will I need to give you in return?” You huff and begin getting up, wincing, the cuts on your knees being a problem.

He’s quick to help you up, holding onto your arms, “Nothing. You won’t owe me anything.”

He watched as you limped when you took a step, “y/n, come on. Let me drive you home, there’s no way you can walk home.”

You sigh in defeat and look up at him, nodding, “Fine..”

His arm wrapped around your waist to support you but after a few steps, “I’m going to pick you up.” He looked at you for permission first and then with ease, picked you up bridal style, holding you against his chest as he walked you back to his truck.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you couldn’t help but blush at how close you were to him.  

~

When you arrived at your house, he carried you inside and to your bathroom. “Do you have a first aid kit?” He asked as he set you on the side of the tub.

You nodded, pointing to the sink, “yeah, there’s one under the sink.”

He pulled the first aid kit out and wet a washcloth. Ringing it out he turned back to you, “Hold out your hands.”

You obliged and held your hands out to him. His touch was soft as he wiped the blood off your hands. “Why are you being nice to me?”

He glances up at you, “I’m not always an asshole. I can be nice.”

“What were you even doing on my side of town?”

He ignored your question, “So JJ and Kie huh?”

You frowned, “Don’t ignore my question and change the subject.”

He sighs and stops wiping your hands, “Just some work for my dad. I had to drop something off for him.” He didn’t want to tell you he was actually on his way to get drugs. He put some antibiotic cream on your hands and laid a piece of gauze on it before wrapping it, “JJ Maybank’s an idiot.” He still had your hands in his hands when he met your eyes, “He’s an idiot for thinking someone was better than you.”

~

It was a couple days later when your doorbell rang the last person you expected to see was Rafe Cameron standing at your door with a bag of food in his hand. You invited him inside and the two of you sat at your table for what felt like hours eating and talking and laughing. He kept you laughing and for the first time you didn’t think about JJ Maybank.

~

“They’re going to love you y/n. Please just come with me?”

Rafe had asked you to come out to dinner with him, Topper, Kelce and a few other kooks, but you denied the offer. You were a pogue and you knew they hated pogues.

“Rafe, I’m a pogue. They aren’t going to love me.”

“They will. I promise. Just come out to dinner and if you want to leave then we’ll leave?” He begs.

You sigh before agreeing. When the two of you arrived, you had expected for Rafe to let go of your hand when he saw his friends, but he didn’t, he only held onto your hand tighter. The group cheered a little when they saw Rafe.

“Rafe!”

“What’s up man?” Rafe and the boys did their little bro hugs/handshakes and then Rafe was back to your side, his arm around your waist.

“You guys remember y/n, right?” Rafe had asked with a smile. He’d talked to them beforehand about the two of you. They were quick to judge because you were a pogue but after they heard what happened with JJ and how he treated you and the look on Rafe’s face when he talked about you, their mindset changed, willing to give you a chance.  

Topper nodded, “I think we can all agree JJ Maybank is an asshole.”

“Never liked that guy.” Kelce commented.

From then on, you felt more comfortable with the kooks than you ever did with the pogues. They were welcoming and accepted you, even if you were a pogue. You didn’t feel like an outsider to them. You were late to the friend’s group with the pogues and you never felt like you belonged, even when you started dating JJ.

~

You squealed as Rafe threw you over his shoulder and headed for the water, “Rafe Cameron, you better not!” But it was too late, he was already in the water with you.

He laughed as the two of you resurfaced, “I’m sorry sweetheart, you just looked like you needed to cool off.”

You splashed him a little before jumping into his arms, “You’re a mess.”

He nods, smiling, “I’m your mess though.”

After a little while in the water, the two of you headed back to the kooks. You all were enjoying a relaxing day at the beach when you saw the pogues heading your way.

“I see you went full kook.” JJ commented as he walked up, “Didn’t take you long to find another.” This was the first time in weeks that you had even seen or heard from him. He hadn’t even bothered to call you.

“Fuck off, Maybank.” Rafe commented, handing you a towel.

“Oh fuck you, Cameron. This doesn’t concern you.” JJ’s eyes met yours, “Can we talk?”

“It does concern me since you’re wanting to talk with my girl.” Rafe stood at your side, half of his body in front of you, as if protecting you.

“Your girl?” JJ laughed, “Didn’t take you long to find my replacement, huh? And the biggest kook of him all? You’ve reached an all time low, y/n.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears. Topper was at your other side, “Come on Maybank, just walk away.”

“JJ, just leave, please. We’re over. You cheated on me and you don’t get to come over here, judging me for my choices.”

“Walk away, Maybank, before I make you walk away.” Rafe warns. You put your arm on his, signaling him to calm down.

“Whatever. y/n don’t come crawling back to me when this kook realizes you’re just a dirty pogue and decides you’re not good enough for him.” He points an accusing finger at you before starting to walk off.

Rafe starts to lunge after him, but you stop him and push passed Rafe, “Hey JJ?”

He turns around half expecting you to forgive him and leave Rafe, “Realize you made a mistake?”

You sigh, putting your hands on his shoulders and giving a sweet smile, you bring your knee up to his crotch, “Fuck you.” You spit as he groans, falling to his knees in pain, cupping his crotch.

Behind you can hear the Kook’s gasping, “oooo” “Oh shit!” “You go girl!”

Rafe is laughing as he comes up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to him, “My girl.”

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[dirtydancingdean]

something about how dean so completely parallels buffy summers from btvs like they are two iterations of the same character. i mean, buffy the vampire slayer is an undeniably a big influence on supernatural, even if the show itself wouldn’t exactly advertise that fact. you have sam’s sacrifice in swan song paralleling buffy’s sacrifice in the gift, the borrowing of a lot of demons and (god help me) lore, the weird amount of buffy actors in the show (sometimes playing vampires, which is hysterical), the campiness and horror. hell, even cas’s moment of pure happiness seems like a nod to angel’s moment of pure happiness. (dean and cas did it better though). but the biggest similarity is the way dean parallels buffy. he’s obviously not meant to. he’s supposed to be a gun-slinging, wise-cracking ladies man, but that’s not what he becomes. honestly that’s not even what he comes across as in the beginning. buffy and dean are both meant to be heroes, but buffy is the main character of her show, while that’s supposed to be sam in dean’s. and buffy and sam do share their similarities, particularly in their desire for normality which backfires on them because of their equally weighed desire to help people. but dean is so much more like buffy in so many ways?? like buffy, dean always feels everything is his responsibility (like he says in 7.05, “There’s always something eating at me. That’s who I am. something happens, I feel responsible, all right?”). this is largely in part thanks to j*hn winchester, while buffy’s sense of responsibility comes from the fact that a whole group of old white men have told her she’s the one girl in all the world who can fight evil. both of them kind of know on some level that this is kind of fucked up and even try attempting to fight back against their imposed duties occasionally. dean says it in 2.20: “Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?” which is buffy to a t! that's what buffy is all about! the loneliness and unfairness of having this burden on your shoulders! buffy says this in prophecy girl: “I don't care! I don't care. Giles, I'm sixteen years old. I don't wanna die.” but they both always, always go back to do their job. they both always sacrifice their own happiness for others. none of the writers would have intended to have dean make a speech that is entirely parallel to buffy summers’s prophecy girl speech, right down to both sarah michelle gellar and jackles’s tears. because ha ha, buffy is a girl hero, while dean is the embodiment of every male fantasy about what an action hero is.

the thing is, though, when you make dean every male fantasy in the world - attractive, good with women, tough, strong, likes rock music, hates chick flick moments, knows how to shoot a gun, looks good doing it, etc - you make him every male fantasy about women too. which is how we get those slow, full-body shots of dean that you normally only get with women, how we get dean being a caretaker, dean being a pacifier between sam and john, dean watching dirty dancing and liking taylor swift, dean always being the bait, dean’s interactions with villains being framed sexually, dean getting called pretty twice a season. we joke about dean being a hot action girl but he is often objectified in the particular way only women in media are. the way buffy is - in the show i think they actually did a pretty good job of not objectifying buffy. but there are times where they do, and it’s uncomfortable, and it’s subtle, the way it is on spn. and buffy and dean are both used to this kind of treatment; they often weaponize their sexuality, using it when they feel threatened. in the first episode of s2, buffy’s just suffered the enormous trauma of being resurrected after having been bitten by a vampire whose violence has sexual undertones. when she comes back to her friends, they talk about how closed off and mean she’s being, culminating in the scene where she goes to the bronze. if you haven't seen that scene then i dont know how to explain the way she absolutely uses her sexuality against xander and angel, just like dean uses his as a front to protect himself against everyone. when buffy’s traumatized she pushes herself away from those closest to her, represses her emotions, and uses fighting demons as a distraction. sound familiar? buffy and dean both make witty pop culture references that monsters don’t understand and self-deprecating jokes about themselves to deal with when they feel threatened and their low opinions of themselves. buffy has a lot of lines that sound just like dean’s! @lazarusr1sing mentioned buffy saying, “I may be dead, but I’m still pretty, which is more than I can say for you,” as a line that dean literally could have said and it’s true! they’re both a fan of quirky banter during fights but they’re both so messed up when it comes to their opinions of themselves. buffy in 7x07: “I have all this power. I didn't ask for it. I don't deserve it. It's like... I wanted to be punished. I wanted to hurt like I thought I deserved. [...] I feel like I'm worse than anyone. Honestly, I'm beneath them. My friends, my boyfriends. I feel like I'm not worthy of their love. 'Cause even though they love me, it doesn't mean anything cause their opinions don't matter. They don't know. They haven't been through what I've been through. [...] Sometimes I feel...this is awful. I feel like I'm better than them. Superior.” yeah, that’s...dean.

and they absolutely dive into self guilt and hatred if something goes wrong, even if it’s not necessarily their fault. faith in 3x15 says to buffy, “In the balance, nobody's gonna cry over some random bystander who got caught in the crossfire,” and buffy says, “I am.” the amount of trauma buffy and dean both go through kind of desensitizes them to this idea - dean especially, i think, though that’s mainly the fault of the sheer amount of writers and episodes supernatural has - but if they get someone killed, they will do absolutely anything to make up for it.

the idea of sympathetic monsters in buffy and supernatural is met with scorn a lot of the time by buffy and dean. for buffy this is a matter of mental self-preservation. her job is to kill demons, and if she lets herself think all demons can be good, then that means she might have been killing sentient beings that could have done good or weren’t doing harm, since she was a teenager. she can’t let herself think that way so she closes herself off to the possibility of demons being good a lot of the time. we talk about how supernatural majorly drops the ball when it comes to empathizing with the monsters (where’s that post, you know, the, “saving people, hunting things, white men with guns decide which is which,” post), but when it comes to dean, part of that is because, like buffy, he doesn’t want to face the idea that he’s been killing things that aren’t evil since he was a child. he’ll make exceptions (cas, crowley, benny, rowena), like buffy makes exceptions (angel, spike, clem, oz, anya), but it’s easier if it’s all black and white. they’re both strangely attracted to monsters too, though, because part of them feels like they are monsters themselves. like @s4castiel said they have romantic or romantically implied relationships with things they’re meant to fight - dean with benny, cas, and crowley + buffy with angel, spike, and faith. and monsters change themselves for buffy and dean’s sakes – cas, benny, crowley, angel, spike, all become better for the sake of buffy and dean! like that leviathan in 7.06 who says dean doesn’t have relationships he has applications for sainthood!

they hate the idea of being seen as just a killer (dean in 3.10, “Daddy knew what you were. Good soldier and nothing else,” and buffy in 5.22, “Guess that means a Slayer really is just a killer after all.”) dean says, “[A killer] is not who I am,” to chuck in 15.19, just like buffy says, “A slayer is not a killer,” through the later seasons. spike’s speech in 5.07 i think, really says it: “Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later, it's gonna catch you. And part of you wants it, not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day, that final gasp, that look of peace.” their worst fear is that all they can do is hurt other people. they’ve been brought up to think violence is all they can do. but they both are first and foremost protectors, especially when it comes to sam and dawn, whose roles in both shows respectively is to be a reminder of dean and buffy’s humanity.

dawn, who first shows up in season 5 as buffy’s younger sister, is, represents buffy’s most beloved parts of herself, buffy’s humanity. sam is a lot like her in the respect that their destiny was to end the world; they’re both book-smart too, while buffy and dean act a lot like dumb blondes despite being incredibly intelligent in ways that aren’t clear to everyone. (not to go on a tangent but they’re both really good battle tacticians who make a lot of references to literature and tv shows and can perceive people and monsters’ weaknesses, etc.) dawn is dangerous to the world like sam is dangerous to the world in s2-s5, but buffy will not kill her like dean will not kill sam. you know how in the end 2009 dean realizes just how much 2014 dean has changed when he talks about killing sam as lucifer? sam is dean’s humanity like dawn is buffy’s humanity. they both put their siblings over everything else in the world. they sacrifice things that sam and dawn can’t begin to understand because dean and buffy shield them from it - dean in 2.22: “I had to take care of you. It’s my job,” and buffy in 6.14: “Dawn, the most important job that I have is looking out for you.” in s5 of buffy, if dawn lives, the world ends, and buffy doesn’t care because she can’t kill dawn. in 5.22 she says, “I don't understand. I don't know how to live in this world if these are the choices. If everything just gets stripped away. I don't see the point. I just wish that...I just wish my mom was here. [..] If Dawn dies, I’m done with it. I’m quitting,” paralleling dean quitting hunting after sam dies. they’re both insanely protective over dawn and sam - dean in 2.09: “You make a move on [Sam], you'll be dead before you hit the ground,” and buffy in 5.22: “I’ll kill anyone who comes near Dawn.” when sam dies in 2.22, dean doesn’t hesitate to offer up his soul in exchange for sam’s life; when dawn is about to die to save the world in 5.22, buffy doesn’t hesitate to die to save the world in dawn’s place. this all on top of the fact that sam and dawn are the babies, the ones dean and buffy have to take care of, which means that...no one is taking care of dean and buffy. like, dean in 3.10: “Sam, [John] doted on. Sam he loved,” and buffy’s mom in 5.05 hugging dawn and calling her “little punkin belly” and in response to buffy’s question of, “Did you ever have any names for me?” says, “No, I think you were always just Buffy.” when buffy’s mom gets sick in s5, buffy has to shoulder an incredible amount of responsibility - giving her mom her medicine, taking care of her, taking care of dawn, fighting a hellgod - and can’t break down in front of anyone because she has to be strong for dawn and her mom, the way dean has to be strong for sam and john (john in 2.01: “You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once.) they’re both so scared of opening up and being a burden - buffy’s nightmare hallucination of her deadbeat dad in 1.10 says the same kind of stuff about her being a burden and unwanted that zachariah’s projection of mary says in 5.16. it really is about the eldest sister complex in the end!!!

but they didn’t ever really mean to have dean be like buffy! buffy was literally meant to subvert traditional male action heroes. buffy summers is the male action hero, but she gets to have feelings and traditionally feminine traits too. she likes cheese and wearing pink and dressing up and having pretty hair, but she thinks about battle tactics and kills a vampire like every episode. dean? dean is meant to be the male action hero without the part about having feelings and traditionally feminine traits...except that backfires spectacularly. i mean, they give dean traits such as liking nightgowns to be like haha, wink-wink, nudge-nudge, isn’t that HILARIOUS. except it doesn’t come off that way, we know it doesn’t come off that way. so dean’s watched dead poets society and rent and he sings along to air supply and is good with kids and nerds out over cowboys, but he drives a classic muscle car and kills death and carries a gun with him everywhere he goes. dean and buffy both become multifaceted, complicated, human heroes – but it was intentional for buffy. it was unintentional for dean, so the narrative actively punishes him for it. i mean ymmv on how you feel about the ending of buffy, but she does get a satisfying happy ending. dean, on the other hand, is silenced and killed off and gets the worst possible ending for his character, all because they couldn’t control him.

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You Have Me. Remember It.

You Have Me. Remember It. https://ift.tt/V5ons6Q by rocketshipinspace “Their kids had been taken. Sure, Kevin had his own mum, and the girls lived with Jody, but they were all family. This was bigger than just Jack. Whoever was responsible had better start running. Dean almost felt sorry for them. Fortunately, the homicidal rage balanced it out, and Dean had the comfort of knowing none of it had come from a supernatural influence. Just his own bloodlust for whoever had gone this personal.” Or Post the weird non end of Season 15 (can’t believe they never released the final ep, right?), Dean and Sam are not alone. Dean rescues Cas, some monster is gunning for their kids, and there’s a family reunion. Good thing there’s enough space in the bunker. This is what it means to say family doesn’t end or start in blood. Words: 11304, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Eileen Leahy, Mary Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Linda Tran (Supernatural), Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Claire Novak, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Patience Turner, Kaia Nieves, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Ash (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Victor Henriksen, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Krissy Chambers, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Bobby John (Supernatural: Two and a Half Men), The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Victor Henriksen/Benny Lafitte, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, POV Multiple, POV Dean Winchester, Shapeshifting, Angels, Witches, Spells & Enchantments, Curses, Vampires, Parent Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty, Kidnapping, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Rescue, Romance, No Smut, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Parent Castiel (Supernatural), Memory Magic, Hallucinations, Dreams and Nightmares, Dreams vs. Reality, Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angels are Dicks (Supernatural), Idiots in Love, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Bad Parent John Winchester, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Canon via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/EFQt5Ar February 19, 2024 at 09:56AM

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Dean and his “things, people and feelings” he’s already “experienced differently”.

So here’s a random 4am thought I had. You know how while in the confessional in 10x16, Dean talks about “things, people, feelings” he wants to “experience differently/for the first time”? That confession is literally incoherent if you take a perfectly heterosexual-non-castiel-point of view. It just is. Let me explain why I think that is, and prepare yourself, this is going to be long. 

Let’s say, for argument’s sake, that we’re supposed to understand that conversation the way the priest understands it, that we’re supposed to see Dean the way the priest sees him: as someone who likes to have flings, who cheats, doesn’t commit, etc... basically the character that was introduced to us in the first few seasons/episodes (somewhat). I’m going to be calling that stance the “priest POV”. 

The issue here, is that this is not in fact “the first few seasons/episodes”, this is season 10, Things have happened since then. People have happened. Feelings. Have. Happened. Wether it be in the form of flashbacks or present day events, we’ve seen character development. So let’s start with romantic ones.

1: The first one that comes to mind is Lisa (and Ben). He had a committed, long term, family oriented, white picket fence relationship. It wasn’t just a “I had no other place to go” kinda deal, because once he was somewhat back on his feet, he could’ve pulled a Dean WInchester and left. Except he didn’t. He could’ve cheated. Except he didn’t. He could’ve not opened up or not gotten vulnerable. Except he did. That should already debunk the “priest POV” but let me add on. 

2: Cassie. Dean was insanely vulnerable with her, he loved her, opened up to her about the one big thing he never tells his one night stands, and incidentally was the one who was rejected this time around. He still has feelings about her when he meets her again. 

3: Robin. His first, real girlfriend. With whom he was also in a committed relationship with, which probably would’ve kept on growing if John hadn’t been the usual assh*le that he is, and Dean had had a chance to go to that dance with her. I like to think of her as beta-version-Lisa, and also as the girl who set him on his blazing trail of leaving women after 1 day or 1 week. His dad was the one to rip him away from her, and we know he wanted his son to be the perfect masc, emotionless, order-following, womanizer. And that is exactly what Dean attempts to become, even though this obviously goes against every fiber of his being (see #4).

4: Amanda. Now you may be thinking “but hey! Dean does cheat on her! and it is a short relationship!”. Sure he does, and sure it is, as I said, ever since Robin, he’s trying to be the womanizer his dad wants him to be. But he still lets himself get quite attached to Amanda, as shown by his disdain of the school right after she dumps him in front of everyone. The only reason he liked or tolerated this school wasn’t just “the hot cheerleaders” or whatever, it was Amanda. He wants to put on this mask of “I don’t care about her, I’m a bad boy, I’m just in it for the sex”, but he’s genuinely hurt by what she tells him about his life and how she judges it, and saddened by the breakup. He lets himself get hurt by her. Bear with me, this is important, because we see it happen again with Cassie and then he never lets it get to that point again, simply because of fear and trauma (I think), for example he’s the one to start the conversation about breaking up with Lisa.

Now. What about the “he was just talking about platonic things and feelings and people” possibility. Spoiler alert, it still doesn’t work. 

1: Jo. Otherwise known in my head as beta-version-Charlie, it’s true that Jo is part of those “early seasons” characters, but that only adds to the inconsistency of the “priest POV”. Dean cared intensely about her, some people think of their relationship as romantic, but I really like the “big brother/father/protective” figure idea. Whatever you believe their relationship was, it was profound, I mean he was positively shattered when she died. Again, deep feelings, longterm feelings. 

2: Benny. Like seriously. Dean spent a year in Purgatory with him, saw him as a brother despite the fact he was a vampire, helped him as much as he could while he was having troubles adapting to life on Earth again, protected him through thick and thin, went against his brother for him, against other hunters, against his core beliefs as a hunter himself, just. for. him. If that doesn’t tick all the boxes of things, feelings, people he wants to experience differently for you, then I truly don’t know what to tell you. And then there’s the whole thing with the ship between them, which I somewhat agree with but it isn’t cannon enough for this. 

3: Garth. Yeah, sure, Dean is condescending towards him at first, but he does care about him a lot, and probably doesn’t understand why and how Garth cares about him so quickly, or offers support voluntarily. Garth is a bit of a role model to him, that scrawny, somewhat cringy, little man is better at life than Dean is, and Dean sees that. He’s bothered by it at first, but learns to respect Garth later on, and care about him. He relies on him as a hunter, and kind of as a friend too and he lets him be the new Bobby (which proves a lot of trust grew here) (also, much later on, Dean makes sure he stays out of hunting so Garth can have a happy family life, he also accepts the fact that he’s a werewolf and that his whole family is too). That Also counts as people experienced differently and for the first time. 

4: Kevin. Or as I like to call him, sort-of-beta-version-Jack. Dean feels responsible for him, he jumps into the role of a father figure more than Sam ever does, as much as Sam cares about Kevin too. He is also completely shattered when he dies, like with Jo (which is a bit of the reason why I see Jo and Dean’s relationship as a Big brother-Little sister relationship, the vibe is similar (but not identical) to Kevin and Dean’s). 

5: Jody. Jody is like the mother he never really had growing up. He is vulnerable around her, opens up, she’s basically family. I’m not going to write in Bobby, because he doesn’t count as “new things”, he was effectively his father. Here, Dean lets Jody become a sort of mother to him even though his memory of his mom isn’t as tarnished as his dad’s is. He lets her step into his mom’s sacred shoes. He lets her take care of him in a way. He lets her enter his life and be here for him. New people, new feelings.

6: Charlie. Charlie is his little sister, no doubt about it. She’s his role model, he loves her deeply, he lets himself care about her and feel insanely protective of her. He lets her be Sam #2. He lets himself become a big brother to a new Jo. To a new human. He lets his nerdy side out around her, he learns from her openness about being gay. He is comfortable around her. He is constantly worried about her. New feelings, new people, new things, first time blah blah blah you know the drill by now.

7: Ash. Yes, yes, I know, another “early on” character. But as I said, it keeps on just proving my point. First of all, I firmly believe Dean had a massive crush on Ash but that’s just my interpretation. He respects Ash and looks up to him, he wants to be a bit like him, confident, comfortable in his own life and skin, happy, and he lives in a friggin’ bar for godsakes. He is the epitome of what Dean wants to be at that point in time. He wants to be carefree like Ash is. He thinks Ash is highly intelligent, and has it made. He sees what a happy man can be, one without burdens from “the life”. Ash is a bit like the cooler version of Garth (no offense to Garth of course). Does that count as a role model? I don’t know. But it sure as hell shaped Dean’s hope for what his life could one day be. And Dean cares about Ash deeply as well, he was devastated when he died (he was devastated about the whole Roadhouse burning of course, but it’s clear Ash’s death shakes him quite a bit) and is genuinely happy when he gets to see him again in Heaven, when he sees Ash content and at peace, and the fact that Ash tells him he’ll see him again one day makes him smile (btw thats something I would’ve wanted to see in the finale, but nooooo they simply had to give us a train wreck instead). 

So now that we’ve established those relationships he’s already had before (and I use the term relationship broadly here, it also includes all his friends), I’d like to point something out. There are of course other people he met along the way, other people he saved who inspired him, like the gay couple LARPing as him and Sam, Ellen (beta-version-Jody), in a way Tessa, Layla Rourke, Eileen, to name a few. But I feel as though the ones I cited were the main ones that truly show how shallow the “priest POV” interpretation is.

So where exactly does all this leave us? Well, friends, exactly where I intended it to be. That scene can’t be about potential women being longterm or serious romantic partners because that’s already happened. It can’t be about friends or monsters, because that’s already happened. Canonically. Several times, in several different flavors. 

TL;DR: There is no way this confession scene is heterosexual, and it’s probably about Cas, but not just him, it’s also simply about Dean himself and his comfy closet getting not so comfortable anymore. 

[simpforyourmum]

About the Stefan request, could it be a fluff ?

Sure!

Stefan Salvatore

flluff

warnings:non i think, lemme know if i missed smth

You and Stefan were bestfriends since he came to Mystic Falls. But how exactly this happend?You met by Elena, who is your sister, when she and him started dating. You always were jealous about they relationship. You tought that it’s unfair that Elena is always getting what she wants and never giving anything from her. Your mood had got better when famous Damon Salvatore, welcomed the city. First time you have meet, he was trying to compell you, but didn’t know that you get a necklace from Stefan. When he realised that it’s not worth it he decided to bond with you. He was as alone as you, so what bad could happend? Your sister didn’t thought that your „friendship” is a good idea, she obviously know that he was vampire, dangerous one, but you didn’t know that the vampires exist, so you obviously ignored her warnings. Everything changed on the halloween party. It was supposed to be a great day as every day, but everything vent different. That day Vicky Donavan tried to take Jeremy’s life away, and the same day you was the one who saw that Vicky was murdered with the wooden stake by noone else than Stefan. You know that you can’t tell that you had saw this. Obviously you know the stories about vampires, your dad always told you about them, but you never taken one seriously. Yet here we are, right? Your dad was dead, so the only person that could help you was uncle John. Yeah you was the one who called this stupid prick. John wasn’t supposed to tell Salvatore brothers that you know who they are, but he did. That day when you had come back from school, you saw Stefan siting on your bed waiting for you. You get scared a little, and he could sense it. He stayed in front of you and asked why you didn’t told him that you know. You were kinda shocked, you expected him to kill you or compelled you, but he was comforting you. You told him all about your feeling about that situation and he promised you to make sure that you don’t get hurt. But could he kept his promise? You weren’t thinking about this in this moment, the only think that you thought about was the fact that someone understood you. That’s how this happend, that’s hos you become friends with Stefan.

a note: i need to apologise for this being so short and bad, English is not my native language but i’m trying <3