#Supernatural fiction

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Never Give Up

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: complete fluff, getting blood drawn so needles and blood

Summary: Jensen is in town for his next concert and visit you for a check-up before performing. You two have known each other for your whole life since his sister is your best friend, and he never fails to ask you out every time he sees you. You’ve always said no. It’s his mission to get you to say yes.

Square Filled: rockstar!jensen (2022) for @spndeanbingo

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

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You grab another vial of blood and mark down in the system which patient of yours this belongs to. Afterward, you place it inside a medical plastic bag and set it off to the side for the lab to pick up later. Today has been non-stop tending to patients, drawing blood, and taking vitals. You’re only halfway through your shift and you feel like your head is going to explode.

“Did you see his post?” another nurse asks as she and her friend walk into the office. “God, he looks so hot. I can’t believe he’s single.”

“I bet he’s fucking random fans every show he does. I could be one of those fans if I got tickets. Can you believe even the nosebleeds are two hundred bucks?”

You don’t need to hear his name to know who they’re talking about. There is only one artist that is big enough in the news right now. He’s been on a steady incline to fame ever since he left Texas for California.

“Do you think he’s good in bed?”

You roll your eyes at that but don’t comment on it. You just want to do your job and go home. You can’t be sitting here thinking about your best friend’s brother and how much of an arrogant bastard he is who thinks the world revolves around him. It doesn’t help that he has a major crush on you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. Besides him telling you every time he calls you how much he likes you, he’ll always try to show you either with flowers, dinner, or other small presents that he has mailed to you.

There isn’t a time that goes by when he’s with you that he doesn’t try and ask you out on a date. If he was just your best friend’s brother, you would consider it. It’s the fact that he’s an up-and-coming rockstar who isn’t near his peak that has you on the edge. You know rockstars. You dated a few of them. All they care about is music, money, and sex. They’ll get it anywhere from any woman who is willing to spread her legs for them. You’re not saying Jensen is like that, but you don’t want to be a notch on his belt.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from using your vibrator and fantasizing about him.

A few days pass without incident when you’re inputting patients into the computer. The same two coworkers who were talking about Jensen before come strolling in with big smiles on their faces.

“What’s got you two looking like that?”

“Jensen is in town for his concert.”

“Did you two get tickets?”

“No, but I know of a way inside. I have someone working security.”

You’d rather not sit here and watch them fangirl over him so you decide to finish your paperwork later and check on the patients. Your best friend, Sabrina, pulls you to the side as soon as she sees you.

“I need you to take the patient in Room 15.”

“Why? That’s your section.”

“Please? I can’t do it.”

“Why?” you ask, your eyes narrowing.

“He’s my brother. They won’t let me work on him.”

Jensen is here. You think about what it might mean if he sees you entering the room and think it’s better than sending the fangirls in there with him.

“Fine. You owe me.” You start to walk away from her with the blood draw supplies and pause. “Don’t tell the other girls. They’ll cause a riot.”

You walk to Room 15 and knock twice before entering. Jensen is sitting on the small table with the paper lined for people’s safety even though half the time, it gets crumbled and tossed out of the way. He is scrolling through his phone but it’s not that that has you staring in awe. He is wearing a tight black shirt that really shows off his muscles and tattoos and dusty blue jeans that you know hug his ass so nicely, all with a backward hat on. His hair peeks out the back of his hat. It was shorter than the last time you saw him.

There’s a new image for your fantasies.

“Growing out your hair, huh?”

Jensen’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice, and he gives you a thousand-watt smile. He immediately puts his phone away so that he can give you all of his attention.

“I was hoping Sabrina would send you in here.”

“Oh, you’re lucky it’s me and not the two fangirls out there. I’m pretty sure one of them wants to have sex with you.”

“What about you? Do you want to have sex with me?”

You smile shyly and grab two latex gloves to start the blood-drawing process. “You wish.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You wrap a tourniquet around his upper arm before grabbing his arm and rubbing the area with an alcohol swab to sterilize the area. Don’t think about his big muscles. Focus, Y/N! You open a packet that contains a new needle and place it where you need to. Without counting down, you stick the needle into his vein and start to grab blood samples.

“So, come here often?” he flirts.

“I work here,” you giggle.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your giggle. So, when am I gonna take you out?”

“Hmm, how about never?” you tease.

“Don’t do that to me, sweetheart. Throw me a bone or something.”

“I’m not even going to comment,” you laugh.

You take out the first vial and shove a new one into the case for more blood.

“I’m serious. When are you gonna let me take you out to a nice dinner? I’ll pay.”

“Oh, you will? How generous of you,” you say sarcastically yet playfully.

“Does that mean yes?”

“No.”

“I’m not gonna stop asking you.”

“You’ll turn blue in the face if you continue that.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I look good in blue.” You roll your eyes and try to hide your smile knowing he sees it. You finish getting four blood samples before patching him up with a Hello Kitty bandaid. You were just treating two twin little girls and this is all you have. “Nice band-aid.”

“It’s all I have. I can get a different one if you want.”

“No, no, I happen to like Hello Kitty.” You trash your gloves and the needle packet before standing. “Come to my concert.”

“I have to work.”

“No, you don’t. It’s on Saturday and you don’t work the weekends.” You silently curse knowing he’s right. “How about this? I will have a VIP and all-access badge with your name on it. Come if you want. It starts at seven. Are we done here?”

“Yeah, but--”

“Give my love to Sabrina.”

He hops of the table and kisses your cheek as he leaves. The two fangirls see him and fawn over his good looks but when he looks back, it’s at you. He only has eyes for you. He winks and turns to the fangirls who are practically tripping over the other to get to him. He signs what they want to be signed and takes pictures with them before leaving.

Today is only Wednesday but you can’t stop thinking about Jensen and his offer the rest of the week. Saturday comes faster than you’d like, and you find yourself driving with Sabrina to the concert hours before it even starts. There are already people lining up to get to the front of the pit but you bypass the entire parking lot to head to the back where the service entrance is.

“I can’t believe I’m going to this,” you say.

“So, when are you and my brother going to fuck?”

“Sabrina!”

“What? If anyone should be with him, it’s you. That boy is in love with you.”

“No, he’s not. He thinks he is because I don’t want him.”

“Does telling yourself that help you sleep at night?”

“Sabrina… He’s a rockstar. He’s a famous rockstar. He doesn’t want some rundown nurse. He could have anyone.”

“Yeah, but he wants you.”

You’re torn because you do want Jensen. He’s every girl’s dream. Even if he wasn’t a rockstar or famous, you’ve known him since you two were kids. You grew up together. You know who the real Jensen is, the one he doesn’t show anyone else. Still, there is that nagging feeling that he'll dump you once he gets bored with you. 

All of your exes did.

You show security both your IDs and he hands you and Sabrina your access badges before directing you where to park. After you two get out, you follow security to the back where the band is hanging out. You’ve gotten to know Jensen’s band a little over the years. They’re nice guys.

“Bean!” Jensen turns and grins when he sees his sister. His drummer has a major crush on your friend and has called her Bean ever since she told him she hated it. They’re in the “will they, won’t they?” stage but everyone knows they’re gonna be endgame. “Where’ve you been?”

“I told you not to call me that,” she rolls her eyes and hugs her brother. 

“And I told you I don’t care. I like how you blush when I do,” he smirks.

Jensen’s gaze goes over to you and he visibly relaxes at the sight of you. He walks over to you and takes off his hat so that his hair falls over his face.

“Hi, Jensen.” He smiles but doesn’t answer you. “What, cat got your tongue? I know I’m breathtaking but come on.”

“He doesn’t speak before a show to preserve his voice. He has breathing exercises to do,” Josh, the drummer, says.

“What a blessing,” you joke.

Jensen pulls you in for a hug, and you allow this minute to really feel him. His arms have always felt so safe around you, and you find yourself relaxing into his body. He pulls away and takes out his phone to text you since he takes his voice exercises seriously. Your phone pings and you look at the message he sent.

I love that you’re here.

You blush under his gaze and try but fail to hide your smile.

“You know I would have come.”

You and Sabrina leave for the VIP tent on the floor while the band gets ready. The opener comes out and does her performance which gives you time to enjoy the music and get some food before Jensen comes on stage. Since you and Sabrina are on Jensen and Josh’s social media, you’re both easily recognizable. Fans come up to the tent to chat and take pictures with you two. You never had a desire for fame but it’s nice to know you’ve made someone’s day just by saying hi to them.

The entire stadium goes dark and the intro to the concert begins. Immediately, the entire crowd cheers for Jensen. He walks on stage in a different outfit than when you saw him earlier, and you have to admit he looks really good. He’s wearing a classic muscle shirt that definitely shows off how much he’s been working out and his tattoos. Gone is his hat so that his hair can flop around freely.

His eyes immediately find the VIP tent, and he smiles when he sees you. You’ve seen his concerts over TikTok Lives and other social media platforms but nothing beats the real thing. He sings each song with passion like he means every word he’s singing. There is a long catwalk where he walks, and all the girls fawn over him whenever he gives them two seconds of his attention.

By the time he’s at the halfway point of his concert, your feet are hurting from how much you’re dancing and your ears are ringing from how loud it is, but you love it. Jensen is in the middle of a song when he suddenly stops and takes out one of his earpieces.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pants. The band stops playing and everyone quiets down in confusion, including you. He’s never done this at any of his other concerts. “I’ll get back to the music in a second. I just want to say this is a very special concert because there is someone very special here tonight.”

“Oh, my God,” Sabrina gasps.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s right over there in the VIP tent.” The camera pans over to your shocked face so that everyone in the stadium can see. Sabrina can’t stop smiling. “You see, we’ve been friends since we were kids and she doesn’t know this but I am absolutely crazy for her.”

Cheers erupt throughout the stadium, and you shake your head at Jensen with a smile.

“Now, I’ve asked her this many times but she’s always said no to me. I don’t think she’ll be able to say no in a room full of eighty thousand people. Someone get her a microphone. I want to hear her answer.” Jensen waits for someone to bring you a microphone. “Y/N, will you let me take you to a really nice dinner date?”

You wait for the crowd to quiet down a bit before giving your answer.

“No,” you smile sweetly. “You just won’t take no for an answer.”

“You’re right. I won’t.” He drags one of the barstools to the middle of the stage and sits on it. “That’s why we’re not continuing until you say yes.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I am, sweetheart. I won’t sing another song until you say yes. What do you say, Los Angeles? Should she say yes to me?” Almost every fan in the stadium including Sabrina cheers for you two. “See? Even they think you should.”

“Well if they think we should…”

“Is that a yes?”

“No,” you grin.

“Alright.” Jensen sits and drums his fingers on his legs patiently. “I wonder what I’m going to do next weekend. I think I should take up fishing. My dad always brought me but I never appreciated it before.”

“You’re seriously going to sit there and not continue your concert?” you ask.

“Put everyone out of their misery and just say yes to the date. Come on, everyone. Y/N! Y/N!”

Everyone starts chanting your name, and Sabrina tugs on your arm to grab your attention.

“Has any of your exes done this for you? What are you scared of?”

She’s right. None of your rockstar boyfriends have ever stopped a concert for you. None of them even mentioned you were there. Jensen doesn’t have to say it but he is in love with you and you’re in love with him.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Yes!” Jensen cheers. You hand the microphone back to the stadium worker, and Jensen puts the earpiece back in. “This next song is for you, sweetheart.”

And he plays the song he wrote for you in high school.

x

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[supernaturallyafreak]

I need someone to write about a non-corrupt (but still kinda corrupt) Men of Letters in Britain that recruits S1 Dean into an elite hunting program while Samuel is off at Stanford. He travels from America to Britain to be trained with a select number of members... So the entire fic is a very somewhat fresh Dean Winchester learning to fight for the Men of Letters and it turns out he's pretty badass- like top of the class badass. Once someone graduates the training program they're assigned Angels as a form of weaponry used during fighting or are like companions when fighting. SOOO. Dean is given Castiel as his Angel (; (AHHH) As they slowly get to know one another Dean realizes how wrong it is to enslave Angels into The Men of Letters, the system is somewhat corrupt. BUT it's like a slow burn romance novel but also action packed where Dean has no f*cking clue he might be attracted to his assigned MILLENNIA old Angel BUT that's super forbidden. Like frowned upon you'll get expelled from the program forbidden. So the entire book is him realizing he also kinda sucks at fighting when he gets into the big leagues of the program on specific cases and he actually needs more help than expected from his awesome amazing Angel Castiel. He gives Castiel a lot more space to be free...

Maybe I should be writing this....??

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Creeps book series (1932-1936)

[surroundedbypearls]

CLOSET PUN - MASTERPOST

Up on that totally normal-looking hill over there sits a house; Fay-Parker Hall. In that house, headmistress Rebecca Faulkner tries to teach her students to get their abilities (and their emotions) in check. We’ve got vampires, werewolves, witches, and more - this much chaos in one home is not in fact a recipe for disaster. It’s a recipe for the gayest student body around. And when a mysterious entity appears on the school grounds, it's time to play amateur detective.

CONTAINS: queer romantic relationships, queer friendships, miscommunication mishaps, ghostly summonings, spooky happenings

THE CHARACTERS

Jet Lawson. Halfling. Sour, but vulnerable.

Jet is a halfbreed vampire who’s lived at Fay-Parker Hall for years, since his human mother dumped him on the doorstep and knocked over the mailbox in her haste to drive away. He tends to keep to himself, trying to keep his halfling identity a secret. Jet feels like an outcast even in the safety of the manor; none of the other students can know he’s a halfling, driven by an unfortunate combination of vampiric bloodlust and human impulsiveness. Despite all that, Fay-Parker Hall is the closest to a real home he's ever known.

Juniper Chun. Witch. A talented witch (Eventually. Hopefully).

Juniper, often called Junie, arrived at Fay-Parker Hall with the sole purpose of becoming a better witch. There’s only so much her mother can teach her. Though she was never the most visible in her old school, she assumed the manor, surrounded by others like her, would be different. But making friends with the other witches is going to be harder than she thought.

Toby Somchai. Werewolf. A daydreamer.

Toby is a werewolf who’s just pulled up to Fay-Parker Hall, after an unfortunate full moon incident in which he destroyed his neighbour’s backyard and chased their car out onto the highway. Luckily, nobody got hurt, except for Toby. Though he misses his friends, he’s glad to have the chance to finally learn more about himself and the hidden world he’s a part of. 

Hazel Pierce. Changeling. Enchanting and intuitive.

Hazel was popular with the other changelings from the moment she arrived at Fay-Parker Hall; her ability to see people’s auras and emotions made her a celebrity among them. She’s adapted to living with the other changelings, teasing unwitting fellow students and causing mischief wherever they can. But she can’t hep longing for deeper friendships; the kind that her enchanting charisma have held her back from for most of her life.

Richie Hastings. Human. Amateur detective.

Richie is a human who’s become a little bit suspicious ever since his best friend Toby disappeared from school. His parents say he’s gone to study with his aunt out of town, but Richie’s not buying it. And decides to use his casual detective skills to track him down, uncovering a whole new world he never knew existed.

May Taggart. Vampire. Perpetual loner.

May has been alive for, while not as long as others of her kind - far too long. After watching her family die around her, while the bite kept her alive (and stuck at the age of sixteen), she has found it difficult to keep strong connections with people. When she found Fay-Parker Hall, it became a refuge, a place she could always go back to when travelling became too much. A solace.

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SETTING: Fay-Parker Hall, somewhere secret in Massachusetts.

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[mr-laveau]

What differentiates an arch-demon like Lavish from a regular one? /genq

heyo! The way that an arch-demon and a regular one like Joaquin works is defined by the power they hold over the mortal realm.

For a quick world-building lesson, much like some christian sects say, Earth in this story is managed by the big boss of Hell himself and thus demons have more influence over humanity than other creatures, this means that power you hold over earth matters and the more of it you have, the more respect you have amidst your peers.

In Joaquin's case, he has power over Los Angeles in that particular city in California and thus is able to influence the supernatural going-ons of that space but he isn't totally in charge, he can be usurped but no one has made a move against him because it would be bad for that area.

In Lavish's case, they manage power under Mammon and thus are an extension of that demon. Las Vegas is a pretty big place but they cannot be usurped unless it's by mammon. The power they have demands respect and that is what's key to understanding the hierachy of demons.

If you can be fucked with then you're a regular demon, if fucking with you means trouble then you're an arch demon, if even displeasing you means said offender does not see tomorrow then you fall into a higher category but you can't get higher than the devil himself because looking at him will kill you altogether

[writerformanymuses]

this week has been overwhelming and exhausting. i blame pots (can i please just stand up without seeing stars?), a uterus i never wanted, and being in the education field for a day job. oh well, i did manage to get a bit of writing done today for chapter 2.

here's your fun snippet. i've been loving reconstructing everything in this new fun font of worldbuilding. still our adoc peeps but also something new. my friend has been calling armand's character howl!mand. i might keep that.

The entire world goes black. The whole of his being, as tired and sickly as he might have been, begins to slip away. Shattered pieces of spirit skip across the darkness like fireflies in the night sky. He can not orientate, nor can he truly determine existing from experiencing. Dreaming from reality. Quinn accepts that he does not know how he got there, and he remembers… Pain.  There was a sharp burning searing pain tearing through his throat. It is countless paper cuts slashed in the same tender spot, over and over and over again. Until he went cold, until there was nothing left of him but those morsels of escaping light.  Yet, something casts a wide net and tethering each and every bit of him. Fragment by fragment, hooks sink in, and drag him back to the physical. The crashing drum strikes that erupt back into his working senses deafen the world around him. A disarming and sharp jolt that he recognizes as the starting of his heart again. The swell of his chest provokes the shifting of material against his skin. An instant and jarring sensation as blinking stars fill in his wide eyes. He feels everything around him, and it blinds him to everything else.  “He’s fine! Look, breathing!” He hears her shout across the room. Beatrice, his patient. His fingers twitch, vaguely remember a sense of danger, but the voice that follows shoots a deeply familiar trepidation through him. “You don’t know that it will stay that way! To risk his life! On your fucking control, no less! You’re rabid when you first wake as it is--” Deep, slightly disembodied as it reverberates around the room. Not human, no. Nothing human speaks like that. Like a bath of words surrounding every morsel of air in the room. 

[middlegradeeveryday]

Ghost Scout’s Honor by Carey Blankenship-Kramer

Summary:

The Ghost Scouts were created to keep the ghosts of Savannah in line. It’s an honor to serve.

Evey’s never wanted anything to do with ghosts, but after best friend, Laura, dumps her for no reason, Evey wants revenge. To take the student of the year award from her ex-bestie, she’ll have to join the Ghost Scouts. She’ll be the best Ghost Scout Savannah has ever seen.

Only this year the ghosts seem different. They are angrier than usual, and they seem to be growing in power. No problem, Evey can get to the bottom of why and send all the ghosts back to their cages.

But what she uncovers makes her angry too. What if the ghosts don’t deserve to be caged? What if they have every right to be furious?

Book Type: Novel

Genre: Supernatural Fiction

[worthymartyrconstruct]

My Wife Came Back From the Dead—But She Isn’t Who She Was

Last year, my wife died in a car crash.

It was raining hard, and they said she probably swerved to avoid a deer. I never saw the body. The car had burned. They gave me a closed casket and a few pieces of jewelry they’d recovered from the wreck.

I buried her. I grieved. I drank more than I should have. I talked to her empty side of the bed for weeks like a lunatic.

Then, two nights ago, she walked into our kitchen.

No warning. No noise. I was making coffee at 3 a.m. because I couldn’t sleep, and she just stepped out of the shadows like she’d been there all along.

Same hair. Same pajamas she was wearing the night she died. Same little scar on her chin from when she fell on the ice our first winter together.

She smiled at me and said, “I missed you.”

I dropped the mug. Shattered everywhere. My knees gave out. I must’ve looked like I was having a stroke.

She came closer. Reached out. Her hands were cold.

My brain kept screaming, this is not real, but my heart? It wanted to believe. So badly.

We talked till sunrise. She remembered everything. Our honeymoon. The name of the neighbor’s dog. The song we slow-danced to at our wedding. She even joked about how awful my mother’s lasagna was.

It was her. Or at least, it seemed like her.

But here’s the thing—she doesn’t sleep.

She just sits in the armchair in the corner, watching me. Smiling.

When I asked her why she doesn’t come to bed, she said, “I don’t want to mess up the sheets.”

We’ve slept in those sheets a thousand times. That’s not something she’d say.

The second night, I noticed something else: she never blinks.

Not once.

She just stares, unbroken eye contact, like blinking would make me disappear. I tested it—made a game out of it. I lost every time.

Tonight, it got worse.

I found her in the backyard, barefoot in the mud, standing in the exact spot where we buried our dog, Max, two years ago. She was whispering to the ground.

When I asked her what she was doing, she turned around too fast—like her neck wasn’t working right—and said, “Max wants to come back too.”

Max was cremated. His ashes are on the fireplace mantel. There’s nothing buried there.

She shouldn't know that.

Now she’s back in the house. Sitting in the dark, humming lullabies she never sang when she was alive.

I don’t know what I brought into my home, but I’m sure of this:

That is not my wife.

And I think whatever it is… it’s getting stronger.

I’m scared to sleep.

I’m scared not to.

If anyone’s experienced something like this, or knows what the hell this could be—please. Help me.

[kittykitts]

(My [He]ART Spirit 1/2) Fantasy/Non-Driver!AU Charles Leclerc

[12/26/24 edit! more grammar errors and typos were corrected - thanks Grammarly], **NEW TITLE**

[12/25/24 edit! Small typos corrected]

Just a small idea I had last night. I don't know if I'll continue but I hope so because I liked a lot of this. Saddly I am not good to make a full story in English, it's not my first language. Sorry for any typos and grammar errors. Hope you enjoy it.

"Hi! My name is Charles Leclerc, and I am a Fine Arts student, but no one knows anything about me: I SEE HAUNTING SPIRITS!! Since childhood, my mom told me this world there are spirits, some are good and some are evil. And every time I try to go to my classes...

– AH!! NOT AGAIN!! – it happens. – Why I can't have a normal day like the other guys!? Shit! – and this is me running from a Nightmare spirit, in the shape of a mare, and an imp saying "I am stupid" while poking my head with a nail.

I don't know why spirits try to pursue me, except when in my house or classes. But when I was eight years old, I saw a bloody kid in my front. I can't remember his face, but... He was protecting me. He was older than me. That day, I found a red and yellow bracelet in my room and a note written "I will see you in some years".

I think it was just an illusion from my head, but always I use the bracelet fewer evil spirits try to annoy me. I am sitting under a three and there are no spirits around. I have a final work for my drawing class today, but I have a smaaaall problem..."

– I NEED A PERSON TO BE MY MODEL! – Charles put his hands on his head and started to press his fingers in the hair. Sitting on a concrete bench – Damn! I can't find someone. Maybe I should call Lando or Max. They'll mock me because I need a nude model... – he sighs while typing Lando's phone number.

– Hello? Charles?

– Lando! I need your help! I need a model for my final work in drawing class.

– Oh! I can help you I think. What do I need to do?

– Errm... – Charles tries to think the best words to explain – You need... Hmm... Do you have problems with being nude?

Dramatic silence for some minutes.

– YOU WHAT!? – Lando starts to laugh in a mix of nervous and mocking. His voice starts to be far because is rolling on the floor.

– C'mon, Lando! I need help!

– Sorry, Charles... – the younger Brit tries to talk while inhaling deeply to calm himself – I can't. Don't you have a friend or other classmate to help you?

– We need someone who isn't from the drawing class. It's a challenge from our teacher. And I am not near Monaco now. Do you know if Max knows someone?

– Max!? I think he doesn't know too. Well, I need to go now. Alex is waiting for me. Good luck with your work!

– Ok, Lando. Thanks... – his sad and fading voice resumes his dissapointness. The call is finished.

Without anyone to help him, the young Monegasque stops for a time to relax his mind. He put his phones and started to draw the university landscape. Students, birds, some clouds, and the piano beats playing. When is not drawing, he's used to playing piano. The bag with sketchbooks and several art materials like Artistic Anatomy books, box of soft pencils, and professional ink pens, was near his feet. Lines and geometric forms are continuous without lifting the graphite point.

The drawing was near to finish and one of his small sketchbooks fell from the bag revealing some sketches of his classmates and close friends. A not-familiar hand takes it and starts to look page by page. Charles notices and immediately takes off the phones, drops down the material he was using, and grabs the object with a big blushed face. The other guy just smiles and giggles.

– You can't look a sketchbook without asking the artist! Geez, my things are falling...

– Let me help you, sweetie. – the pair of hairy hands starts to collect the pens and graphite refill. His voice has a strong Latino accent.

– Don't call me sweetie. It's rude. My portfolio is a mess.

– You should buy a new one now. This one has a big rip in the folder because of the overfill of sheets. And it's heavy too. Your back will hurt if continue walking with this. Also, your drawings are good. Are you from Arts classes? - asked the guy.

– Umm, yes... I am. I was trying to chill. My drawing class teacher created a challenge for us: we need to make studies with a model that is not from the class, but... - the bluish eyes down shy and embarrassed to continue.

– But...?

– I need a nude model. – he hides the blushed face in the back of the sketchbook.

– Oh! That's why you were speaking loudly early on your cell phone! I was walking to the library and heard a voice asking for help. – soft giggles start again with a smirk – Well, well, well... May I help you?

– Huh? You what? – the Monegasque eyes lift with a small glow in the golden-ringed pupils. – Help me?

– Why not? I see in your face you are desperate. But first, we need to introduce ourselves. You first, sweetie.

– I said don't call me sweetie! Ahem! – the sketchbook is put into the bag, with the art materials. – My name is Charles Leclerc. And I am near to finish the last year of Arts classes. Now it's your turn.

– My name is Carlos Sainz Jr. Last year or Art History and Criticism. – when he did the introduction, a strange wind flew into them. Charles felt his wrist burn a little and his spine freezes. Like some spirit had vanished near him.

"I... Know him? His eyes..."

– Charles? Are you ok?

– Uh!? – the mind returns to reality after a quick flashback from the bloody kid. – Sorry... It was nothing. So... Are you free in the evening?

– Sure! Where can we meet?

– I think one of the studios will be empty so we can meet there.

– Great! – the palms of Spaniard clap – So see you later, Charles! Hope you draw me like you French maids! – again, the face of the Monegasque guy becomes red like a bell pepper trying to avoid the image.

– STOP! OH MY GOD! – Carlos left the place laughing. The young artist sighs and walks to his residence on campus. Charles lives with his friends Lando, Alex, and George.

With Carlos helping him, his mind was quiet. All the fears and haunting voices around him were gone. For a moment, he felt a glimpse of that kid. Carlos’s face was like that kid's.

(End of part one, I think?)

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Nice To Nerf You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: When a new neighbor moves in across from you, you two start what looks to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Square Filled: kiss cam (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i came across this video on tiktok and it's so wholesome and cute. thus this fic! here is the video!

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The best thing about living in the apartment at the end of the hallway is that you’re far enough away from the other neighbors that you hear them. There is an apartment right across from you and one to your right which is at the very end. To your left is the stairwell as well as one to the right of the apartment across from you. So, besides those two apartments, there are stairs separating you from everyone else. 

No one lives in the apartment across from you, and you’re pretty sure the person to your right is dead. You never hear him inside his place, and he never comes out. He must have his groceries delivered because you once saw someone drop them off, and the next hours or so, they were gone. It’s been quiet for nearly a year, and you hope it stays that way.

You’re sitting at your desk at work playing a game on your phone when you get a notification from your Ring doorbell. Movement. Out of curiosity, you open the app to see who might be in front of your place. Maybe it’s your Amazon package you’ve been impatiently waiting for.

It’s not Amazon, but it is a man you’ve never seen before. He’s bringing boxes into the apartment across from you.

“Huh, someone finally moved in,” you say.

“Is he hot?” your coworker who sits next to you, asks.

“I don’t know. All I see is back. It’s a hot back.”

“Let me see.”

Emily scoots her chair closer to you, and you angle your phone to show her. Her eyes widen and a smile breaks out on her face.

“Hubba hubba. That guy is hot.”

You look at your phone to see the man facing your camera. Hot doesn’t even begin to describe him. He’s not too bulky but not too lean, he has a trimmed beard, he’s tan, and he has cute bow legs. He’s going to be your neighbor? A taller man with shaggy hair steps out of the apartment and grabs the last box to bring inside.

“There’s two of them,” you smirk.

“Lucky bitch. My neighbors are either too old, married, or children.”

You’ve never wanted to get home as much as you do than in this moment. At the end of the workday, you practically jog to your car. You check the Ring Doorbell and see that the hallway is cleared of all boxes which means he’s all moved in, at least for now. You start your car and open your music app to pick a playlist when you get a notification from Ring.

You open the app to see the mysterious stranger standing in front of your door holding a Nerf gun. You press the button that allows you to talk to whoever is at the door. The stranger looks even more beautiful up close.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, hi. My name is Dean Winchester, and I just moved in across the hall. I have this tradition where I play Nerf wars with my neighbors. I’m just going to leave this here. Feel free to shoot me at any time.”

Dean sets the Nerf gun on the ground and walks to his door. He waves goodbye before entering his apartment. Okay, that’s a new one. It’s such a wholesome way to get to know your neighbors, so you’re not not liking it. You try not to speed the rest of the way home, and the Nerf gun is on the ground where Dean left it.

“This is so weird,” you mutter with a smile.

You pick up the gun and walk inside your apartment. As weird as this is, this is going to be fun. You’re very competitive. It’s Friday which means you can sleep in tomorrow because you don’t have to go back to work until Monday. You have forgotten about the Nerf gun until you see it on your kitchen counter. You walk over to the door and peer through the peephole, but there is nothing in the hallway.

You walk away from the door with a smirk, already forming a plan inside your head on how to get Dean. A few hours later, you’re sitting at your computer playing some games when you get a notification from Ring about movement at your front door. You open the app and see Dean approaching his door. You jump out of your seat and grab your Nerf gun on your way to the door.

There’s no better way to do this than to just go all in. You yank the door open and start shooting at him, and he jumps from the sudden intrusion. He finches back as if the bullets actually hurt, and he struggles to get his key in the door.

“Surrender! I’ve won this round!” you laugh and continue to shoot him.

He manages to pry his door open and grabs the Nerf gun sitting by his door. He turns and shoots at you but misses both times. You jump back with another laugh and run back into your apartment. Not only is Dean shocked at how beautiful you are, but he’s also surprised he actually got you to participate. Usually, his neighbors aren’t into this kind of thing.

You lost most of your bullets but it was worth it. He can hear your laughter come from inside your apartment, and he knows you’re watching him from your Ring doorbell.

“Alright,” he laughs. “Game on, sweetheart.”

Every time you and Dean get home, the other starts shooting. You bought a bunch of bullets from Amazon to keep your supply stocked, but you also grabbed the strays from your battles. This has been going on for weeks, and it’s honestly the highlight of your day. You’ve got some letters from the neighbor to your right about the noise, but you don’t think you’re being that loud. Plus, the police haven’t been called yet so you’re going to continue to have fun with Dean. One Friday night, you leave the apartment with your trash in hand. The only reason you’re going out is because you know Dean has his brother over.

You don’t think he’d interrupt his evening with his brother to get you, but you’re about to be proven wrong.

Dean’s door opens and he steps into the hallway with a gun in hand.

“Y/N!”

You barely have time to turn around before he’s shooting at you. You squeal and try to run away but think better of it and turn back to Dean. You swing the trash bag around to try and deflect some of the bullets, but most of them hit you. Dean jumps back into his apartment when you run after him.

“Not fair, Winchester! I’m unarmed,” you laugh.

Dean opens the door but holds up one hand to show you he’s calling a truce right now.

“If I win this next round, you gotta go on a date with me.”

“What if I win?”

He smirks and leans against the doorframe. “You’re not gonna win.”

“You’re going to feel bad when I do.” You turn to leave when Dean shoots your ass. “Oh, it’s on!”

You take the trash out and are on your way back when you spot Dean in front of the elevator when it opens. You didn't know that the next round would happen now.

“No, this isn’t fair!” you squeal.

He lunges at you but you dodge his attempts to hit you. You take off running down the hallway while laughing, and he runs after you. The logical thing would be to go inside your apartment, but you’re not thinking clearly. All you’re thinking about is getting the hell away from Dean. The first thing that pops into your head is to go inside his apartment.

“Why are you in my apartment?” he laughs. He opens the door and walks inside. “Get out of my apartment.”

“Truce, Dean,” you laugh.

“Okay, fine.”

You come out of hiding. “Really?”

Dean smirks and shoots you once in the stomach. “Nope. I win.”

“No, you cheated! That’s not fair!”

“There were no rules, sweetheart. So, I guess I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven for dinner. Sounds good?”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s making it so damn hard to be mad. Not like you were ever mad.

“Fine. Seven.”

Dean watches you enter your apartment with a smile. He can’t wait for tomorrow night. It’s all that’s going to be on both of your minds. Tomorrow comes faster than you think, and you’re just about ready for the date. You’re putting the finishing touches on your hair when you get a notification from Ring.

“Hey, I’m almost ready. I’ll be out in a minute,” you say into the app.

“I told you I was going to win,” he smirks.

You shake your head with a smile and pin up the last piece of hair. You’re dressed in a pastel pink silk shirt with black jeans that don’t look like jeans. You barely have on any makeup because it’s hot and you don’t want it to melt under the humidity. You grab your purse and join Dean in the hallway who takes a step back from shock at how good you look.

“You look… beautiful. Wow.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Winchester,” you smile. “Where are going?”

“Somewhere woodsy.”

“I wore my good silk for this. Should I change?”

“We won’t be getting out of the car.”

“Okay.”

You turn to lead the way when you feel something hit your back. You gasp and turn to see Dean holding a smaller Nerf gun he must have been hiding in his jacket pocket. You lunge at him to playfully fight when Dean puts his hands up in defense.

“Shh, shh.” He points to the neighbor at the end of the hallway with his gun. “This neighbor fucking hates us.”

“He’s written me so many letters about us,” you chuckle.

“That wasn’t him. That was me.”

“You bitch,” you laugh.

Dean escorts you to the parking garage where a beautiful ‘67 Impala is. Normally, your dates are spent in a movie theater, a restaurant, or someone’s house. Never have you ever gotten takeout food and eaten it on a cliff overlooking the city. Dean is a lot of things but boring isn’t one of them. He’s nothing like your ex-boyfriends, but maybe that’s a good thing.

“So, I’m assuming that tall man I see you with is your brother?”

“Yeah. His name is Sam. We’re retired. He has a family while I’m just trying to keep busy.”

“Retired? You can’t be more than thirty-five. What did you do before?”

“Thirty-seven, actually. We traveled the country and helped people who needed it. You know, pests and stuff like that. We got a hefty inheritance from our family, so we are able to live on that.”

“You don’t have any hobbies or anything?” you ask and take a bite of food.

“I like working on cars. I got a job as a mechanic. What about you?”

“I work at a law firm as a criminal attorney. Or I’m trying to be one. I’m still in my internship at the firm. You know, shadowing people and getting to know the ropes. I just got my degree even at thirty-four.”

“It’s never too late to pursue your dreams.”

“You got that right.”

This date has been more interesting than any of the ones you’ve been on in the past because of Dean. You connect more with him than you have in all of your relationships. The date only lasts an hour, and Dean takes you back home. It’s nice living across the hallway from your date, but you hope the relationship doesn’t tank. It’ll suck if you have to see him when there is heartbreak.

“That was fun,” Dean grins.

“It was. I had a good time with you.”

You stand in front of your Ring camera and look up at Dean through your lashes. A moment passes before Dean pulls you in by your waist. He doesn’t have to ask permission to kiss you because you’re already leaning in. Sparks fly is such a cliche thing but it’s exactly what’s happening. Something awakens inside of you, something you’ve never felt before.

Part of you is glad you did this in front of your Ring camera so that you can replay this moment over and over again.

Though, the night wouldn’t be complete without a bit of sneaky fun. As you’re kissing him, you carefully take out the small Nerf gun you stored in your purse for this exact moment. You aim at his chest and fire, and he freezes when he feels the foam bullet. He pulls away with a shocked look on his face.

“You’re not winning the next round.”

Dean can’t help but laugh. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes.”

He kisses you once more before opening his door for you. You can see this relationship lasting a long, long time.

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[tychodorian]

Character Introduction: Darius – The King Without a Crown in King of Dust

Here he is! Darius! The main character! A man burdened by the weight of duty, loss, and personal conflict, he sits at the heart of the story as a figure who both drives and resists the forces shaping his world. So, who is Darius?

At first glance, Darius seems like a character who has it all together. After all, he’s a respected leader, someone whose influence and tactical brilliance have made him indispensable in the war-torn world of Starkovia. He's even a powerful vampire! But scratch beneath the surface, and you’ll find a man quietly crumbling under the weight of his responsibilities and the ghosts of his past.

Darius has spent two decades in a deeply committed relationship with Yra, his last boyfriend. But, as the story unfolds, it becomes clear that not all relationships are meant to last forever, even those that seem unbreakable. Before that, Darius suffered through three awful ex-wives, and before that... the love of his life fell to her death.

The 20-year relationship between Darius and Yra begins to fracture as the novel opens, and it’s not an easy breakup for either of them. They’ve shared an adult lifetime together, and their identities are intertwined in ways that make their separation feel like a tearing of flesh, a wound that may never fully heal. And yet, it’s this very breaking point that allows Darius to begin to question who he is and what he truly wants.

Enter Astrid. She's lost, lonely, and most of all nice. Where Yra was a partner who brought out the monster in him (in a good and bad way), Astrid becomes something else entirely—someone who sparks a sense of desire and vulnerability in Darius that he’s long kept buried. His growing feelings for her are complicated, messy, and far from straightforward. He struggles with guilt over the dissolution of his relationship with Yra, and now, these unbidden feelings for Astrid surface at the worst possible time.

It’s not just a love triangle. Darius’ arc is about more than the relationships he has with Yra and Astrid—it’s about his relationship with himself. He’s constantly wrestling with the man he wants to be and the man he is. He’s torn between duty and desire, between the mask he wears for the world and the person he feels he’s becoming beneath it all.

In many ways, Darius embodies the theme of identity that runs throughout King of Dust. He is a man who has been shaped by war, by duty, and by love, but he’s also a man struggling to reconcile all of those pieces into a cohesive whole. His decisions ripple throughout the story, affecting the fates of other characters and the world around him.

At the core of it all, Darius is a king without a crown—a man caught between the remnants of his past and the possibilities of his future, unsure if he’ll ever be whole again. And that, perhaps, is what makes him so compelling. Darius’ journey is not just about saving Starkovia—it’s about saving himself.

You can read all about him in my new book King of Dust! The preorder link is in my pinned post.

[sidhewrites]

Happy Monday! It’s time for another chapter of I MET A GIRL IN THE GRAVEYARD. Do you like lesbians? Do you like ghosts? Do you like ghost lesbians who love cats? Then read it for FREE on AO3, with new chapters being published weekly.

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Kaz and Lucy look into Magnus together, and open up a bit about their pasts. Content warnings for: Mentions of homophobia and strained home life, discussions of mental health, death, brief mention of bile at the end.

GENRE: Romcom, slight horror.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Gay and bisexual main characters. An old cat as a major supporting character. Ghost hunters. Jock MC.

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[surroundedbypearls]

Fay-Parker Hall

~For the supernaturally gifted.

Even when Richie tracked down the house, it took him a while to spot it. The grounds were massive. He came up to the narrow road leading through the trees and up to the house. Something in him baulked, made him leave his bike close to the main road, hidden in the trees so no one would steal it. Easy for a quick getaway. He kept close to the road as he wandered through the woods. It wasn’t too dark out, not yet, but he didn’t want to get lost. When he caught sight of the house, across the rolling green lawn, it caught his breath. It was huge, built of ancient-looking grey stone, with a tall roof of rolling gables and parapets. He didn’t see any gargoyles, but it could do with a few gargoyles. It was beautiful. If this was some kind of fancy school, Richie had no idea how Toby could afford it. The pair of them wore through their sneakers until water leaked in before they ever got new ones. But now he was living in a massive old manor? For what? It was basically a whole park with the house smack in the middle. How did they even hear about this place?

The Fays finished the construction of their beautiful new home in 1898. Unfortunately, Alice Fay, the only daughter, had no children, and no one to inherit the house. But then a woman named Rebecca Faulkner showed up with a bright idea.

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[zeithforge]

A snippet from Chapter 12 of Shadow’s Embrace – The Mysterious Butler.

They fell onto the bed, limbs tangled. She moved with the precision of someone practiced — fluid, effortless. Her body pressed against his. It was too much, too overwhelming. It made him dizzy. Between breaths and surrender, he whispered, “I never got your name.” She smiled. Her finger traced his cheek, soft, almost reverent. Her lips brushed his ear. Her voice was a silken whisper that slithered into his mind: “Elena.” The name itself felt like a caress. Then — a sharp intake of breath. A pause that stretched. And then the world shattered into a flood of sensations.

A mix of searing pain and impossible pressure bloomed inside him — as if he were being emptied and filled, broken and made whole, all at once. Whispers, ancient and strange, curled around him like smoke — like leaves rustling in a forest that had never known time.

Heat flooded his veins. Then cold. A terrible, soul-deep cold that threatened to freeze him from the inside out. His senses twisted. Reality warped — a maelstrom of ecstasy and terror, confusion and violation.

And then— darkness.

[judgeitbyitscover]

Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen King

Cover art by Bernie Wrightson

Land of Enchantment, November 1983

The first scream came from the snowbound railwayman who felt the fangs ripping at his throat. The next month there was a scream of ecstatic agony from the woman attacked in her snug bedroom.

Now scenes of unbelieving horror come each time the full moon shines on the isolated Maine town of Tarker Mills. No one knows who will be attacked next. But one thing is sure.

When the moon grows fat, a paralyzing fear sweeps through Tarker Mills. For snarls that sound like human words can be heard whining through the wind. And all around are the footprints of a monster whose hunger cannot be sated...