#Tom Hanniger one shots

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No Different | Tom Hanniger x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "Please don't be scared of me" tom hanniger x m!reader

summary: Tom is worried sick about telling you that he’s mentally ill 

tws: depictions of psychotic disorders, brief mentions of hallucinations, anxiety, heavy mentions of ableism towards psychotic people, swearing 

note: non-psychotics can interact but don’t be fucking ableist cunts 

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Sitting nervously at the edge of the bed, Tom twiddled his thumbs and chewed at the inside of his lip, bouncing his leg as he watched you so carefully; to him, you were his everything, the only man he ever even considered being with for more than just one night, and although he never explained why he wouldn’t let you go near the mines, you never seemed to mind. Usually, people minded that kind of thing, and would ask questions; but you didn’t, in fact, you didn’t really seem to care if he was honest, and he liked that, he appreciated it.

You were humming to yourself, making him perk up a little as he listened closely; ‘Into the Earth’ by Lorna Shore, one of your favourites. It made him relax a little, his thumbs ceasing to move as he laid his hands in his lap; he wasn’t sure why he was so nervous, he knew that you wouldn’t think any less of him, but he also knew that when he told people about his psychotic disorder, they tended to be… frankly, fucking vile cunts about it. They treated him like he was a demon, like he was so horrible and like he was some awful being who deserved to be demonised; they treated him like shit.

Tom didn’t want you to be scared of him because of something that he couldn’t help, something that he wished he didn’t have but couldn’t fully get rid of; it wasn’t his fault that he was mentally ill, it wasn’t his fault. He knew that, he knew it wasn’t something that he had chosen in life, but he couldn’t help but to think that, maybe if he told you, you would suddenly become like anybody else, you would suddenly treat him like everyone else did.

He watched you for a few minutes more, tilting his head to the side as his green eyes caught the light of golden hour, flecks of perfect cold within the virescent; he listened closely to your humming, getting lost in it for a moment as he swallowed thickly. He cleared his throat when you finally turned to him, and he smiled sheepishly.

“Baby, can we talk?”

You nodded, coming to sit beside him, your hand resting on his thigh like it always did. “Sure thing… what’s wrong?”

Tom scratched at the back of his neck as he looked around nervously for a moment. “I, uhm, I have a condition.”

“Okay,” you nodded again. “You don’t have to go into detail, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s…” he paused, hesitant to say the word. “It’s a psychotic disorder.”

You shrugged. “Okay.”

“Please, don’t be scared of me,” Tom murmured. “I promise, I’ll never hurt you, I’ll never-”

“Tom,” you said softly, bringing your hand to his cheek as you forced him to look at you, a small smile on your face. “I’m not scared of you, I can never be scared of you… unless you put a cup of tea in the microwave, then I’ll be scared because that shit comes straight out of a fucking horror film.”

He laughed softly. “You mean that?”

“Yes,” you told him, sincerity and honesty in your voice. “I love you, Tom, and just because you’re mentally ill, it won’t change that… but, at the same time, if you want me to do anything - reality checks, double check things for you, anything - I’ll do it for you.”

“I don’t think I need that right now,” he admitted. “But, thank you.”

You could tell from the way that he kept his head down slightly that he was still worried, and you wished that he wouldn’t be; you wished that he wouldn’t be so worried about telling you something like that, but all the same, you knew far too well what other people were like when it came to those things.

Calling him names. Triggering him on purpose just to induce an episode so that they could have a laugh at his expense. Mocking certain symptoms. Despising him for what he was, yet using terms like ‘dissociation’ to mean zoning out. Excluding him from spaces for mentally ill people solely because of what he had. 

You knew how shitty people could be, and although you wished that he wouldn’t be around you, he had good reason to be worried and nervous.

“Say,” you dared to grin. “You wanna help me fold all the washing, then we’ll get into bed and have a film marathon?”

Tom nodded, grinning back at you. “I would actually really appreciate that.”

“Come on, then,” you gestured for him to follow, but Tom wanted you to know that you didn’t need to.

He would have followed you anywhere, would have gone with you to look at new bins if you had asked him to; he felt safe with you, he didn’t feel the isolation and being pushed out the way that he did when he had told others, he didn’t feel like you were suddenly going to be scared of him when he experienced hallucinations that scared the life out of him. He knew you wouldn’t. He trusted you enough to take your words for gold, and he was so, so glad that you were safe, that he was safe with you and around you.

The way you looked at him had not changed in the slightest, either; you still had fondness in your eyes, and you still grinned when you caught him looking at you. Nothing changed, maybe he didn’t need to worry as much as he did  before he told you, but then you paused, and he felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“Just so you know,” you started, “if anyone ever has a go at you, if they ever make a snide remark or say something fucking vile - I’ll knock their lights out. You just have to give me a name… and, if you want to, there’s space on the whiteboard for any triggers you wanna avoid.”

“Valentine’s Day,” he said quietly. “And the mines.”

“Alright,” you nodded, pulling him in for a quick but soft kiss. “So, on the fourteenth, we'll chuck the blankets in the tumble dryer for an hour so they’re warm, we’ll sit down, and I’ll finally get you to watch River Monsters with me, yeah?”

“Sure,” Tom agreed. “Sounds good.”

It meant more to him than he could say, to know that you weren’t one of those freaks, one of those vile cunts, who immediately became beastly and ghastly towards him over something that was not his fault, something that he did not choose; you would protect him, support him, keep him safe. 

He had the best boyfriend in the world, and he knew it, and he would show you that that was how highly he thought of you. 

[zepskies]

Are you going to post more Boaz in the future? And are you considering posting for C.J Braxton (Dawson's creek) and Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)?

Sorry if I seem annoying, I'm just curious and want to know.

Hey there, lovely!

You're not annoying, thank you for asking. 💜

So I'm working on a Dark Angel (Alec McDowell x Reader) mini series right now. As you saw, I just released your requested one-shot "Bullseye" today! Thank you again for letting me know what you thought of that one. 💕

I do have another idea rolling around in my head for Boaz Priestly, as a prequel to "Code Red." It would cover how she and Priestly met. 😉

...And though it's not concrete yet, I do have something in mind for C.J. Braxton too. 🤭 I recently did a rewatch of S6 of Dawson's Creek to get back into the vibe of that character.

I actually haven't seen My Bloody Valentine yet, so the only one I don't have plans to write for right now is Tom Hanniger. But I never say never when it comes to Jensen's characters! 😂

[thebiggerbear]

Writing Updates - January 2024

Currently on deck:

Beau x Reader Prompt Response (previewed here)

Soldier Boy x Reader one shot

Dean Winchester x Reader one shot (in response to prompt response)

CJ Braxton x Reader one shot (will be previewed on Wednesday, 1/10)

Tom Hanniger x Reader short story #1

Alec McDowell x Reader short story

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader short story

Sam Uley x Reader one shot (which may turn into a short story depending on length)

Reworking of dropped prompt responses into ficlets/one shots for Anael, Jason Teague, Dean Winchester, Rachel Gatina - all x Reader

Jenny Hoyt x Reader prompt response

Soldier Boy x Reader prompt response

Beau Arlen x Reader prompt response

Dean Winchester x Reader one shot

AO3 reader-requested prompt response for SDV Leah x Reader

posting of Part 1 of Follow Me Into the Dark (still being tweaked)

posting of Chapter 1 of Keep Me Inside (still being tweaked)

posting of Chapter 2 of The Ghosts Are Coming For You

[suicidalslasher]

forever & always. ➤ tom. h.

Happy Valentine’s Day~!!! I couldn’t contain myself and or stop myself from writing about my favorite Valentine’s day killer. So, here you go :)

WARNING: descriptions of gore and blood. in this one-shot, the reader’s pronouns are she&her.  i might make a part two of this, depending on how well it does. maybe not. i like how it ends, regardless. either way. enjoy.

The news spread like wildfire. No matter which way you went, there was always a flame, reaching out towards those to burn. Try as you may, you can't get away. The words that littered the air was nothing more than burnt ashes fluttering around, burning each object as it flies above said thing or said person. In this case, the people of a small town called Valentine Bluffs were the ones burning from the inside and out. They felt trapped within the smoke, unable to seek out which way to escape the dangers that had followed.   The terror; the trauma; the panic and anxiety attacks; All of it - they thought it was long gone.... they were finally going back to being normal, how things used to be. 

They were going back to a life that wasn't full of fear, having to look behind your shoulder constantly and being careful of who you trust. It was all going to be okay, happy once more. They'd finally be able to celebrate their favorite day once again.  But... as you may have guessed, it's not quite  easy to put out a rapid wildfire. All it takes is a small fire to expand out into something bigger, bolder, and scarier. You can't escape the flames. No matter how big or small. You cannot ignore the overwhelming burning sensation that  glazes across your skin as the fire around you grows larger, making you feel smaller and smaller by the second.  The words, however, the statement that was fluttering around like specks of ash,  wasn't at all a sentence (nor an actual fire)  but a name - Harry Warden.  1997. Valentine's day. Everybody, in & out of town, knows what happened.  For a brief period of time there, nobody celebrated Valentine's day, having thought it out to be cursed.  Yet, as time went on, there was no sign of Harry Warden. No copy cat killer version of him, neither. So, the people went back to celebrating. Writing hand written love letters,  buying cheaply made cards at the local supermarket, buying and or receiving overly priced chocolates. Anything, everything, people did it with  love in their hearts and a smile on their face.  Today was Valentine's Day, once more. Expect it wasn't the way it had been for the past 9 years. It was exactly like the day in 1997. History was repeating itself.  Instead of love, presents, and reserved dinner dates being celebrated and shared, the town of Valentine Bluffs  got decomposed, rotting corpses,  instead. Blood scattered outside and inside of buildings. 

  It was worse than before, more bodies were showing up without their hearts and the missing body piece would be found neatly placed in between a plastic heart shaped box. All of which would be sent to the police station as a joke, as  a threat.  Even a card would be taped on top or under the container, though the sentences were far from cheerful and loveable.  A few of them had been thrown aside, only having been read once. Those who opened it and read it aloud usually found themselves cringing in dismay  as they read the paragraph out loud all while  shifting around in their seat, uncomfortably.  

Once they read it, they shook their heads as tears welled up in their eyes before they threw it into the trash bin or ripped it into hundreds of tiny pieces, not daring to open another letter that's brought in. Evidence or not, the workers couldn't keep their breakfast or lunch down when they'd read the cards.  The recent two cards had said;  From the heart comes a warning, filled with bloody good cheer, remember what happened as the 14th draws near!  And the last victim, a girl named Maryanne Anderson, had gotten a card right before she was found dead, her body laying in a ditch to rot.  Her card had read; Roses are red, violets are blue, one is dead, and so are you.  Nobody knew who the new killer was, or if it even was a new killer, copying Harry's schemes and following in his footsteps.  It could have very well been  the same man all those years ago. That's what they were saying.   (Y/N) (L/N) was in her car, driving back home from work when her favorite song had been replaced with an alarm, cutting off her favorite part. "Oh, c'mon!" She groaned, hands hitting the steering wheel in annoyance  before she goes to turn up the volume anyways, wondering what's so important that the town and the police station had to turn off her favorite song. 

She knew about the murders, she knew there was a serial killer around, she already knew this already. And yes, she was petrified, as most people were. When the first body showed up, the mayor of town announced there'd be a curfew until they found out who is doing all of this. Whether it was one person or more, they'd find a way to capture the killer. No matter what. There was not going to be another murder.

 (Of course, there was more.) 

 (The original curfew was getting home at 9:30. Now, it had gone down and you'd have to be indoors, at your house, by 6:30 PM.)  Students in school would get out earlier, as well as the adults in town. The only ones who didn't get to go home so early in the day were those who were trying to protect the people of Valentine Bluffs.  "We are sorry to interrupt that song there," came the  radio host's deep and groggy voice. "However, this is more important than your favorite throwback jams. I've gotten an officer here with me, he had just shown up not even a second ago to tell us more news on the situation we are currently in. So, please, listen carefully."  "Yeah, whatever. I already know what's going on. Tell me something I don't know." (Y/N)  turns off the radio as she pulls up in her driveway, feeling a sense of comfort clouding over her, another day, she's okay; safe and sound, unlike a few of her old high school friends that were gutted like fish and butchered like pigs. 

She shivers at both the bitter and harsh wind brushing against her  as she steps out of her vehicle and the obvious visual of whatever masked man (or men) that's around, killing innocent people for whatever given reason.  Hurrying along the steps to her porch, she digs her keys out of her jacket pocket, finding them within seconds before she's pushing them into the door as quickly as she could. She didn't show it, tried not to show it, but she was as anxious and paranoid as everyone else was. 

(Y/N) was  trying to hold back her fear but the moment she gets home, locking all the doors and windows, the uneasy feelings creep up on her and every negative emotion takes charge.     With a sigh, she falls down onto the couch with a plop, reaching for the remote, she turns on the TV, attempting to try and get her mind off of things.  Of course, every station wasn't what she wanted to watch, the news replacing every channel.  She skipped and skipped but it all remained the exact same. With a groan, she decides to listen to what they were saying, even though she really didn't want to hear it as it'd only make her anxiety worse.  "I am Jonathan Godfrey. We're sorry to interrupt your daily scheduled programs, however, a man you may know as Tom Hanniger has escaped from his stay from a mental hospital."  (Y/N)'s eyes nearly budge out of her head at the mention of the man's name,  the remote she had in the palm of her hand goes flying, falling down onto the ground by her feet. Tom? Mental hospital? It didn't make any sense! Everyone... including her, thought he was dead! She, with shaky fingers, grabs the remote to turn the volume up.   Jonathan's own eyes were wide as he read the teleprompter, his voice now grew shaky as he spoke. Fear was written across both his and his co-worker’s face. "Unfortunately, we don't have any more information or news as to where he's escaped off to. Or where he may be as of the moment. All the reports, every last piece of information we have been received  has said he's been missing since two days ago.  He can be anywhere.  More importantly, he can be here, hiding out." His voice trembled as he spoke, it was also very faint - almost ghostly. Quiet as a mouse. His skin was pale, making it appear as if he was a ghost rather than a living person that sat in the chair there.  

 Jonathan couldn't continue, this much was obvious, therefore his co-host, Abigail Miller, continued where he had left off.    "This being said, please, lock the doors and windows of your home. If you have a weapon to guard your own life and protect your ground, get it out now. Please, protect yourself the very best you can. And do not, I repeat, do not answer the door. Do not leave your home whatsoever. Whatever is outside of your house is surely not more important than your life.  

“Whether it is Tom that has been doing this or not, we're not exactly sure. All we tell you is to be careful and remain indoors until we can find Tom and or find the Valentine's killer. This has been Jonathan Godfrey and Abigail Miller, with the news. Stay safe and God bless." The program that was previously playing showed up finally, the neon colors swirling together to form the title of the show, along with a fairly way too cheerful theme song playing faintly in the distance as the introduction played out. (Y/N) had never heard of it before, but from a quick glance, it appeared to be a sitcom from the late 70's.  The only source of light was coming from the television screen, casting colorful shadows across (Y/N)'s face. She had felt too tired to have turned on the lights upon entering her house. Work was short, the hours having grown thinner because of the curfew, however, it was still tiring all the same.  She instantly regretted not doing so now, however. 

She sat in the dark, her heart thumping loudly against her chest as she pulled a near by blanket around her shoulders as if the thick fabric would comfort her and protect her. The room had gotten colder ever since the report was announced. Goosebumps ran up and down (Y/N)'s body, the baby hairs on her neck stood on end as a shiver slid up and down her spine. Despite the blanket being around her body, she felt nothing but cold, numb. Suddenly, the TV went out with a soft 'ping'.    (Y/N) gasped and her heart stopped beating all together.  She felt like she couldn't breathe, she couldn't tell if she was going crazy either when she heard what sounded like  footsteps coming down from the hallway. She sat, frozen, on her couch, unable to move, unable to breathe.  Then.... a knock. Followed by another and another. It was right outside, coming from not the front entrance but the back yard. "(Y/N)? (Y/N), please..." came the voice.  ​​​​​​​And (Y/N) recognized that voice anywhere.  She knows she shouldn't.... everybody said not to but... she couldn't help herself.  Getting up as quickly as she could, she runs down the hallway, the sounds of her feet echoing against the thin walls as she reaches the door, tugging it open.   There, on the other half of the door, stood nobody other than Tom Hanniger himself.   He looked up, surprised she had answered the door.  Giving her a weak, lopsided smile,  Tom's pulling her into a tight hug, his head falling down in the crook between her shoulder and neck, tears flooding his eyes as he soaks her shirt, silently weeping. "(Y/N).... fuck, I've missed you so much, missed you so bad." Tom confesses with a sniffle.  "Tom... I- what're you doing here? They're looking for you, you know this, right? Everybody's looking for you. And.... and I- fuck, Tom! I thought you were dead. Everybody in town thought you died the day your father did." (Y/N) didn't hesitate to hide her true feelings. She was a mixture of emotions. Angry, happy, sad, scared - she was feeling every single emotion there possibly was. "I know... I know. I-I have a lot to explain and a lot to tell you but please, right now, can we just- can we just play pretend?" He asked, moving away from her shoulder as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his sweater, his eyes remained watery and his skin was flushed as he looked up at (Y/N).  (Y/N) guessed it was a mixture of three things - running away from the mental hospital to where her house was to  the bitter and harsh February air. Plus, the crying he had just done, too. His face was red and blotchy from all three. Despite it being so cold, sweat trickled his face, a few drips of it falling along side his cheeks. "Play pretend?" (Y/N) echoed, tilting her head to the side, unsure of what he meant.  "Let's play pretend." He repeated, licking his lips. "Let's play pretend and imagine none of this horrid, crazed shit is going on right now. Let's pretend it's only me and you. It's Valentine's day, isn't it? Let's celebrate. After all, it was one of our favorite days to spend together."  Heat rose to (Y/N)'s cheeks and she bit on her bottom lip, rocking back and forth on the bottom of her feet.  "Tom.... I-I'm...You want-" She couldn't from sentences, her thoughts were mushing together and it was all too much for her to handle. She felt like she was going to pass out. "I want you, (Y/N). I want you as bad as I did then and I want you just as badly right  now. There has never been a day where I wasn't thinking about you. You were the love of my life. I still love you, maybe even more, now. Let's celebrate, please. We can talk about everything tomorrow morning. I promise I'll tell you everything.  Right now, let's play pretend, let's act like it's just us again, like when we were teens.... I've missed you. And.... and I know you've missed me too or else you wouldn't have opened the door." And, yeah, okay, he was right.  "Tom..."  "(Y/N)." He stepped closer to her, closer than he had done before, as he rests his hand against her cheek, fingers brushing against her skin as he looked into her (E/C) eyes.  "I love you. I never stopped. And I know you love me, too.... so, please, baby girl.... can I just show you how much I love you?" (Y/N) shouldn't have answered the door. She should have called the cops when she heard his voice. Everything was too much of a  coincidence. 

Her power was working perfectly fine until Tom had shown up. 

Now that she was thinking about it.... 

There was also no victims until she had heard the news Tom had left the asylum. Three days ago.... 

Three days ago, there was the first victim; Maryanne.  If she thought too much about it, got too deep into the rabbit hole, she would have assumed Tom Hanniger was the Valentine's killer - The Miner.  Yet... looking at Tom, she knew he wasn't - couldn't - be the killer. If he was, he would've killed her too, right? Tom Hanniger's been through too much, and just like she was there before, she was going to be there for him now. Through Hell and back.  

She would stay by his side, no matter what. She still kept the old promise ring he had given her in high school, along with the note in which he confessed his feelings. In which, he told her - one day - he'd marry her. She was the perfect girl for him, as he was the perfect man for her.  A promise is a promise. When she said 'forever and always', she meant that. (Y/N) knew Tom meant it, too.  "I love you too."   Tom's quick to place his lips on (Y/N)'s and (Y/N) is quick to kiss him back just as hungry, just as fierce. She tangles  her fingers through her hair and pulls on it, earning a groan from Tom. Satisfied with the result, she tugs him into her house by the sleeve of his shirt, slamming the door shut with her foot. 

"I've missed you, baby." He says, not daring to pull away from the kiss.

"Show me how much you've missed me then, baby." She mumbles against his lips. "Oh, I'm going to."  "Let's go celebrate Valentine's day the right way then. Come on, let's go upstairs."   Tom grins and  (Y/N) smiles back before she's pulling him up the stairs and into her bedroom. 

Forever and Always. It was them until the end. Nobody would ever separate the two of them, again.... not even Harry Warden was going to destroy Tom’s happiness... not this time.

[angelkurenai]

Imagine Jensen, your fiance, taking drastic measures concerning your and your baby’s future when he finds out you cheated on him with your ex and costar, Tom, who takes action himself too.

Related to these: Imagine while at the Comic Con with your boyfriend Jensen, you run into your ex Tom whose feelings for you have not changed one bit. (Part 1)

Imagine getting a role in a movie with your ex Tom and Jensen, your current boyfriend, getting jealous and worried. (Part 2)

Imagine Jensen, your boyfriend, visiting you on set when you have a intense kissing scene with your ex and costar, Tom. (Part 3)

Imagine being engaged to Jensen and being involved in a scandal when you’re seen out on a “date” with your ex, Tom Hiddleston. (Part 4)

Imagine having a bad fight with your fiance, Jensen, when he thinks you’re cheating on him with your ex, Tom, and running to him for comfort. Only to worry Jensen even more when you don’t answer any calls. (Part 5)

Imagine your fiance, Jensen, being furious to find you at Tom’s house, who is your ex, after you had a terrible fight and you run away, and almost fighting with him. Only for the truth about you to start being revealed slowly. (Part 6)

Imagine your fiance, Jensen, learning the whole truth about what has been happening between you and your ex, Tom, when you were spending time together or working. (Part 7)

“I kissed her, alright? We. Fucking. Kissed.” Tom spat “Happy?”

It took a full minute for Jensen to release a breath, stumbling backwards as he whispered hoarsely “What?”

Tom ran a hand down his face and let out a heavy sigh “I didn't want you to find out this way. She said it would be best if-”

“What?!” Jensen roared this time, cutting the younger man off.

Tom clenched his jaw, looking him straight in the eyes “I am not going to deny it, I was never a fan of lies, and as a man I am going to take responsibility for my actions yes.” he took a deep breath, clenching his fists getting in a defensive stance “But she by no means is to blame for any of this, especially in her current state.”

“She doesn't huh?” Jensen scoffed, laughing bitterly “Of course she doesn't, she never does no. Only thing is she fucking kissed her ex engaged and lied straight into my face about all of it!”

“She-” Tom bit hard on his lower lip “She didn't mean to lie to you, she didn't want to hurt you. What happened between her and I-” he shook his head softly “It couldn't be controlled, but you can't think so little of her when she-”

“Made me feel like crap when she'd done something like this?!” Jensen growled, running a frustrated hand down his face as he paced back and forth “And on top of that she denied every fucking word I told her, pretending to be innocent! I thought I was irrational, that my jealousy got over me that I couldn't see clearly because I know how much you've always mattered to her, that I blamed the woman I love for nothing. I thought that there was still something there and foughtwith her about it, stayed awake all night worrying about her well-being only to find out later that she'd run to you! She seeked shelter in your house, told you about her pregnancy before me and prefered to talk with you instead of even looking me in the eyes! I lost my fucking mind, Tom, over everything that happened, over-” he stopped to stuff his hand in his pocket and fish out your engagement ring and show it to him.

“This. Over her leaving this, I was ready to beg and plead for her to come back, to get her this back to her, and wait, put the wedding on hold for however long she wanted. I would do anything she wanted, so long as we were alright, because I thought I was the one to blame for all of this and she-” he scoffed a bitter laugh, his eyes glossy from all the tears “Was sleeping safe in your arms even after all of this.”

“We didn't sleep together, Jensen.” Tom glared at the man before him “And hell if she got any sleep herself, even if she should because of her pregnancy. Why do you think she ended up here? Yes, partly because of the pregnancy but you have no idea how sick she looked when she came to me because of everything you told her! You think it didn't affect her?” Tom narrowed his eyes, taking a step forward when he saw Jensen shake his head, anger mixing with sadness, pain and bitterness “You have no idea, then, Jensen. I feared for her health, that's how bad things were. I didn't sleep either, I stayed out of her room making sure she was alright and no she wasn't, Jensen.” the British hissed “Because she couldn't bear to think she had hurt you, the man she loves, the father of her child, the one that-”

“Yeah, right.” Jensen scoffed, sniffing and turning away from Tom, so as he could not see him wipe away a tear.

“...What?” it was Tom's turn to breath out in a shocked whisper as he stared with wide eyes at his rival.

“You say it was just a kiss, but why the hell should I believe you?” Jensen narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw.

“What did you just say?” Tom took a dangerous step closer to Jensen.

Jensen paused for a moment, letting a heavy silence set between them, knowing fully well what he was implying and how serious that was. He almost wanted to take it back instantly but his anger and pain bubbled up inside of him so much he couldn't hold anything back. So he shrugged numbly, shifting his jaw as he looked at Tom with red eyes, not caring if he let him saw all of the grief on his face.

“The woman I love and thought I know better than he back of my hand lied straight to my face, for who knows how freaking long.” he spat, eyes cold “Why should I believe what-” he pausing, scoffing bitterly at the thought “What her lover tells me? Why so I can forgive her easily and you can keep this going?”

“Keep what going?” with each passing moment Tom's voice got lower.

“You know damn well.” Jensen growled “Just like you know what I meant. You say it was a kiss but how can I be sure it wasn't much more than that? If she lied to me about this then she could have just as easily lied to me about much more than that. Including-” he paused, a lump forming on his throat.

“The baby.” Tom said through his teeth before he smiled with anger “You don't think it's yours, do you?”

Jensen took in a shaky breath, chewing down on his lip as he nodded his head “Would you, if you were in my place?” he asked tiredly “I don't know what to believe anymore, I think of the woman I love and it seems like she's a stranger to me now. How can I be sure about anything anymore?”

“You know, that night she told me she thought she wasn't worthy of you. She cried and sobbed to no end, feeling guilty beyond belief, because she felt guilty for something that wasn't her fault. But in the end-” Tom scoffed “You are the one that doesn't deserve her. You are way beneath her if you could ever think so low of her.” he hissed, walking past him and bumping shoulder on purpose “And I-” he looked at him over his shoulder “Am sure as hell not letting her anywhere near you ever again, no matter her protests, so chose your words to her carefully. Because they will be the last.”

“Is that a threat?” Jensen grumbled and Tom smiled bitterly.

“No, it's a promise.”

~*~

“Well you already know, don't you?”

“Do I?” Jensen frowned “Well, then it makes us three, doesn't it?”

“I told him, (Y/n).” Tom spoke before you could “Everything.” your eyes were locked with his and it didn't take you long to understand what he really meant.

Your shoulders fell and a small gasp left your lips as your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach which got tied in worse knots than before. You felt yourself struggle to breath as your eyes stung with unshed tears as you gave a weak nod.

“Tom...” you breathed out but trailed off as you looked between them with wide eyes almost in fear of what was to come.

“There was no other option.” he said in a low voice as he shrugged, his eyes pleading for you but the rest of his expression and frame stiff and harsh; making you wonder what had really happened after he revealed everything to Jensen “(Y/n), this needs to end here one way or another and you know it.” he said softly yet sternly and you chewed on your lower lip, looking down at yours hands.

“It does.” you whispered weakly “Guess there's no avoiding that after all.” you scoffed bitterly to yourself.

“So you planned on avoiding it huh?” Jensen raised an eyebrow, eyes staring back at you coldly “Like it's some white lie you tell a kid to make 'em feel better? Is that it is to you (Y/n)? Or am I just a child that you think you can lie straight to its face and expect everything to be alright once the truth is out like it will forget everything in a day?!” he ended up yelling at you and you scooted back in your bed, eyes almost wide with fear as he reminded you so much of that night 釘ut I'm not freaking child! And I sure as hell am not going to forget about what happened, not after this!

“I- I never meant th-that-” you whimpered and stuttered “Please just let me-”

“What?” he scoffed “Lie to me some more? No thank you.” he snapped up from his seat.

“I wasn't- I would never do that, Jens.” you whispered, almost choking on a sob.

“Really? Then how come you already have about what has really happened with him?” he narrowed his eyes, his voice full of venom when he refered to Tom. You saw the younger man stiffen up, clenching his jaw and fists but you looked him in the eyes and with a soft shake of your head you stopped him from making a single move.

You took in a breath that came in a little more shakily than you wanted “Can we please talk like civil people about this?” you asked in a hoarse voice, fidgeting with your fingers “Please?” you looked up, your red and glossy eyes finally meeting his and you saw for a moment his body stiffen, as his breath hitched in his throat. He held your gaze for a moment, his expression softening because truth was there was not way he could fight his love for you, before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Alone” he said in a gruff voice and before you could even blink Tom had left the wall and laughed humorlessly.

“Not possible.” he shook his head “I'm not leaving you alone with her, especially in her condition.” he growled and Jensen didn't even spare him a glance.

“Tom” you whispered weakly and his eyes instantly met yours “Please, please just this time.”

“(Y/n)” he said in a warning voice tone.

“Please, it's-” you looked at your fiance, or probably ex fiance as it all seemed anymore, before looking back at him with pleading watery eyes “It's probably the last time we'll-” a lump forming in your throat prevented you from speaking so you glanced at Jensen to see his expression of stoic had fallen for a moment and his eyes were wide, almost in fear.

“You know.” you ended up whispering “Please, Tom. This is between him and I.” you asked and even if he seemed very reluctant and ready to fight you on that part he sighed in defeat and gave you a weak nod.

“I'll be right outside the door.” he said, giving Jensen a glare that could kill before he left the room.

A heavy silence set between the two of you and not baring it you took a deep breath and spoke in a soft voice “I'm guessing it didn't go well after that between you, although I don't want to know what's been said after that.”

“What do you think?” he raised an eyebrow “You cheated on me, and I'd just- what? Thank your lover for his honesty?”

You cringed at the spite in his words “He's not my lover, Jens. It was- It just happened, once. Nothing more.” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Sure did.” he scoffed “Only once, but you lied to me for days. And would keep going if you hadn't passed out and he hadn't accidentally said a thing.”

“I would tell you the truth, there was no questioning that.” you shook your head “I just-”

“Ran away the moment I brought the subject up, sure you were!” he threw his arms in the air and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat; fighting your tears.

“I ran away the moment I realized I felt scared of the only man I love more than my own life!” you exclaimed, not being able to stop yourself, before you place d a hand over your mouth and sobbed.

Jensen's eyes widened in absolute shock before pain laced his features. He clenched his jaw and looked down in shame and almost anger, but it was all this time directed to himself. HE closed his eyes and clenching his jaw. He ran a hand down his face, his lower lip trembling as he looked down at his feet with his arms resting on his knees.

“I run away-” your voice was weak as you broke the silence once more “Th-the moment I felt like I didn't recognize the father of my child. I couldn't bear to think what would happened if I told you about Tom and I.” you whimpered, wiping hastily a stray tear.

“That doesn't justify you running to him for help... from me.” he choked out in rough voice, his own eyes red as he met yours and you could finally see how deeply your words had cut him.

“I- It was my old home, Jens, and even if it was Tom, even he was the one that I'd... betrayed you with, I wanted somewhere to feel safe. I wanted somewhere I felt... our baby would be safe.”

“And that would be away from its father, right.” he sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair.

“I swear to you, I never even dreamed of keeping it a secret or even worse keep the baby away from you. I wanted to tell you everything, everything Jensen, but then everything took a turn for the worse and I just couldn't. I- I ran away because I felt guilty, because I felt not worthy of you and yes because I wasn't innocent. Because you were the one right and I-”

“When?” he asked in a gruff voice, cutting you off.

“What?” you sniffled.

“When did it happen? How did it happen?” he looked you straight in the eyes “Was it after we've had a fight about him? Was it while I was away? When?”

“Does it matter now? Jensen we shouldn't-”

“It matters to me. Tell me.”

“It was during a scene he and I had. I'd- I'd let it slip how stressed I was lately and I couldn't hide that it had to do with you and him, in addition to being extremely late. He- he wanted to comfort me, we talked about the past and he-” you let out a frustrated sigh “He talked about how when we were together and the good times we had that he just-”

“Kissed you? Like that?”

“Alright he also wanted to apologize!” you confessed “We had a scene before that in which he... got carried away and couldn't stop himself. He wanted to say he was sorry for kissing me for real during that but we only-”

“Ended up kissing some more, and of course cheating on me some more too huh?” he almost growled and you rubbed your eyes, sniffling again.

“I'm not going to put the blame on him, I could have done more to stop it, but I'm not- I'm not going to take back what I said to you that night Jensen. I might have lied about the case but not about my feelings for you, not about how much you mean to me and how I would never do something to hurt you willingly. I love you, I don't want to-”

“Yet you've hurt me.” he breathed out, his voice holding no anger this name only true pain and disappointment that hurt you just as bad as you knew you'd hurt him.

“I'd- I wish I could take it back, I wish I could change everything, I wish you'd know how much sorry I am. I wish I could show you all I want is... our small family together.” your lower lip trembled as you looked down and placed a hand over your belly, a smile forming on your lips even if the tears rolled down your cheeks as you rubbed soft circles on your belly “I wish it could have been cheesy, the way you complain about in such a Dean-like way, but I still know you love. I wish me telling you about the baby would have been even a cliché of you passing out but I guess we couldn't have that. I wish-” you paused to look at him but all words died out in your lips when you took a good look at him “You... don't believe me, do you?”

“Can I, anymore?” he asked so softly, all of his exhaustion showing “I don't know what's real and what's not, I want to think it will get better and I'll be able to see clear but honestly it only gets worse.” he shrugged tiredly. He sighed heavily, getting up from his seat.

“Jensen-” you said before he could take a step away “Do you...” your breathing was swallow as you hesitated “Do you have doubts about... the baby?”

“I wish I didn't.” he breathed out, a single tear rolling down his cheek no matter how hard he had been trying to fight them back. An inaudible gasp left your lips and so you prefered to look down at your hands, giving him a weak nod.

“And I wish-” he clenched his jaw, his lower lip trembling “I wish I could tell you I hate you, for the cheating, for the lies, for all the guilt and pain and fear I felt that night. I wish I could hate you for making me feel responsible for it all when I wasn't. I wish I could tell you I hate you for everything you did but I- I can't. Because when I look at you I- I can't see the betrayal no matter how hard I try, I only see you a-and I can only think of how I-” he choked on his words, stopping himself from saying the three words that you were craving to hear. You didn't blame him for not being able to say it yet it hurt you to the core.

“It will be easier if you say you hate me, trust me.” you said in a hoarse voice. Before sniffling “So then this is really it, yeah?” you asked, not looking at him.

“No” he breathed out, his answer almost shocking you “Not yet, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction either.” he clenched his jaw, looking at Tom through the mirror as he paced back and forth.

“Then... what?”

He sighed, running a hand down his face “I'll leave the house for a couple days, weeks maybe, you can stay there if you want. It's better and you'll be more comfortable with everything you need. I just... I need time to think, to let it all sink in, I'll let you know about it.”

“Will you?” the fear was evident in your voice and Jensen struggled so much to hold himself back from just reaching out and enveloping you in his arms in a warm hug, never letting you go, and kiss you deeply to pour all of his love into it.

Jensen glanced at Tom, locking eyes with his rival for a second “There will probably be some... obstacles but if I have enough strength-” he looked back at you “I'll fight harder than before.”

You glanced at Tom, his eyes meeting yours and his expression softening up as he sympathised with you “And if you don't?” you asked, tearing your eyes from your ex.

Jensen held your gaze for a moment before he sighed, looking down “No matter the case, we both know one thing is for sure.” he fetched your engagement ring, making your heart skip a beat in hope. You had given it to him in between anger, guilt and pain but hell if you regretted that the most.

“There is only one place where this belongs.” he added and you held your breath for a second, waiting eagerly for his next words or move.

Your hopes of him keeping it, seeing as he came to find you, only with the intention to give it back to you. If only you knew. He tore his gaze from you when he let the ring fall from his hands in the trashcan on the corner of your room, his back turned to you, and making your heart drop. You blinked, feeling more tears well up in your eyes when you realized that there was probably no hope left there for you anymore

“I'll make sure to have gathered some clothes by the time you get there.”

“Jens” your voice cracked, stopping him midmovement.

He looked at you as he held on the doorhandle, not saying a word for a full minute, his eyes glancing to your hand that was still over your belly “I will call or text to let you know I'm fine... after a couple days. I'll probably stay at Jared and if... if anything comes up with the baby then call me. Anytime.”

You were touched he already cared so much about the baby but you couldn't help but feel heartbroken “I will.” you whispered.

He gave you a small nod almost hesitating for a second but in the end just opened the door and left, coming directly face to face with Tom before pushing past him to leave. You stared at your hands thinking how he didn't say a single word. He'd always give you a kiss or whisper a soft “I love you.” before he left but at this point you doubted you'd ever hear him say it to you again. You choked on a sob, as one after the other broke free; rocking your entire body so that the only thing you could do was bury your face in your hands. It wasn't long before you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and you instantly fisted the fabric of his shirt in your hands and buried your face in his chest as Tom hugged you tightly to him. He let you cry your eyes out, rubbing soothing circles on your back as he kissed the top of your head.

“H-he- Tom, he di-din't e-even-” you hiccupped, unable to form a proper sentence and the man silenced you softly.

“I know, love. I know.” he sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he fought his own tears before saying firmly “But I'll make sure he never is the reason of your tears again. No matter what.”

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❤️⛏️Take Your Pick-Tom Hanniger x Reader

Summary: For the longest of time you've hated Sarah. Tom always favored her over anyone else, now he is back and you are willing to do anything to get his attention.

(A/N: I haven't seen anyone written on Tom Hanniger only about Harry, so I decided to be the first person that i know so far. Consider this as a special Valentine's Day horror one shot❤️also apologies if it's not 100% good, also just before posting this I found out Paul Kelman, the actor who played Tom passed away 4 days ago. I'm sadden by the news, so rest in peace 🙏🏻)

"Are you going to the Valentine's Day dance?!" I was surrounded by many people asking that question daily. Valentine's Day was quickly approaching. I've never been fond of Valentine's Day, maybe because of everyone starts to eat their faces whenever they kiss.

I'll admit it can be a lovely day, a special occasion to share with a loved one, but not me..I had a crush on a guy who never paid attention to me, I was only a friend.

"Of course! Just you wait the dress I'll be wearing." I remained sitting down in my "group of friends", Gretchen, Dave, Hollis, Patty, Sylvia, Howard, Mike, John, Tommy, and Harriet. Sarah, Axel, and the mayor's son T.J. 

Tom Jesse Hanniger is the guy I had a crush on. I mostly remained in the group just to see him, Howard is my cousin but we never were too close. He claimed and so did the rest on how weird i dress or how much is a pessimist i am.

One of the things I liked about T.J is that he usually defended me in own way. We would just share a few smiled and talk for a bit whenever we were away from the group.

We were all sitting down at the bar with the rest of them talking nonsense as always. "Are you really all concerned about this Valentine's Day dance?" I scoffed and felt all eyes on me.

I I'm usually the quiet one in the group so I was certain they were all surprised to hear me talk out loud.

"I think you're just jealous we have dates and you don't." One member of the group said which angered me a lot.

I turned to glare at them, "I have far more important things to worry in life than a dance. Harry Warden is still wandering around too.'

My so-called group of friends groaned when I mentioned that name. "Don't tell you believe in that bullshit." Axel said wrapping his arms around Sarah.

"There's no need to be so mean to, (Y/N)." I turned around and my expression softened when I looked at Tom. I was the only person to call him by his real name.

Everyone rolled their eyes but I saw Tom and Sarah eyeing each other which only made me jealous. T.J placed his drink onto the table i was sitting on and took a seat in front of me.

"Hey, would you mind doing me a favor?" His dark brown eyes seemed to light up when he looked at me.

I nodded my head and smiled shyly. "Sure, anything."

He folded his hands together and smiled looking at me then glancing at Sarah. "Would you mind spending some time with Axel? I kinda want to talk to Sarah without him chasing after her."

My smile slowly disappeared when he said her name again. "Axel? You know I hate him..I can't believe you are still chasing after her."

I bitterly said hoping he'd know that i also dislike Sarah, he dumped her after he disappeared for years and mysteriously came back. "I'll repay it to you later somehow." He shrugged.

"You love horror movies right? We can see a movie together sometime...maybe we can go to the mines."

I glanced back at him and that piqued my interest. T.J works at the mines, the same one where Harry Warden was found eating someone's after he was placed at a mental hospital.

T.J or should I say Tom knows how interested I've been to visit the place. I want to be an author or even a reporter to uncover gruesome tastes, and this would be a great start for me.

Tom smiled and placed his hand on mine. "What do you say, (Y/N)?" I blushed when he said my name. I moved the few strands of black hair across my forehead and slowly nodded.

"I-I'll do my best."

Soon enough we were interrupted when everyone began to retell the story on how everything started with Harry Warden. Every Valentine's Day he would be back.

Killing people and handing out real hearts inside heart shaped boxes. "Sounds romantic to me." I muttered resting my hand on my hand.

I heard a hum and saw a small smirk across T.J's face. He also paid close attention to the storytelling.

Right after that we were outside heading out to our own place. I stayed behind the group slowly walking while the rest chatted away up front, Tom was also behind the rest.

"Do you think she'll accept me again?" All of the sudden he asked.

"Maybe." I shrugged not really caring if she were to decline him.

"You're so cold." T.J chuckled and shook his head. "Everyone's right, but I guess that's what makes you interesting. You don't care what others might say."

I looked up to my right and smiled at him when he looked down at me with a smirk. "Look at those two.

"Someone scoffed and made fun of us, more like me. I ignored them and felt a bit hurt, it's been many years since I've endured all of their awful talks about me.

It's been lonely without being able to talk to someone about how I really feel. My parents were killed long ago and i was shortly adopted when I was a kid.

"Don't mind them, they can be assholes."

We continued walking down the streets until we were close to the parking lot. "I'll talk to Sarah tomorrow..." I coldly said staring up ahead.

************

"The Valentine's Day dance has been cancelled." I heard many people talk about it. It's not even that important. I continued writing down on my notebooks and hadn't seen any of my "friends" out on the streets.

I can only assume that T.J and Sarah has reconciled in a way.

For as long as I can remember I have loved him, he's only seen me as a friend or sister. I remember all of the stares, kisses, or how his eyes filled with lust whenever he saw Sarah

"Fuck!" I winced in pain and realized I had accidentally stabbed my hand with my own pencil. I grabbed onto the pencil tight and got it out of my flesh.

I quickly ran to my room to wrap my hand up in a white bandage. Why can T.J return his feelings for me? The only time he and I were together was when I shared my first kiss with him many years ago.

"Moping around won't get me anywhere." I muttered and tried to get rid of the dark thoughts in my head.

I left my small apartment and started wandering to find anything to eat. I jumped up when someone tapped my shoulder and i saw that it was Axel.

"What do you want?" We've never spoken to each other alone, so this was very shocking.

"Do you know where Sarah is?!" He sounded desperate and controlling as always.

I continue to walking staring up ahead, "Fuck! She's with T.J, isn't she?"

I stopped walking and glanced at him. "We both knew they would get back together eventually." I truthfully said. It angered me but what else can I do

"Don't you think it's suspicious how he suddenly showed up again?" He turned to look at me while he ran his hands over his blonde hair.

"Don't play stupid you know I'm right. You've always loved that idiot while he's too enamoured over my girl."

I remained silent and slowly nodded. "Alright! You're right. I would've done anything for him but he doesn't love me."

Axel scoffed and began to bitterly laugh. "It must suck..knowing you'll never be loved by the one you've liked."

All of the sudden he reached and held onto my arm tightly.

"Fuck you, Axel."

I got out of his grip and started walking away, I turned back and saw Axel glaring at me as I walked far from him.

********

It was Valentine's Day and we were all outside the mines. Just like T.J promised me, he would give me a tour..with Sarah of course. I rolled my eyes when he said that and I knew that he has catching up that i do not like her.

Everybody on our group of friends were drinking and talking about stupid things, I was far away from them minding my own business when I heard T.J coming up to me.

"What are you doing here on your own?" He asked after taking another drink of his beer.

I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to not get emotional. "I just don't like Valentine's Day.."

This must have peaked his interest because he stared at me, wanting a good explanation. I took a deep breath when I stared into his eyes and felt all these emotions again.

"My parents were murdered on Valentine's Day. I don't remember much but I do remember seeing a black silhouette, I hated the person who killed them...but I actually enjoyed seeing all that blood."

I finally admitted. I felt sick and disgusted by myself, it feels like all of that blood and screams woke something deep in me. "How did you get this?" T.J gently grabbed my hand and examined it.

It was still wrapped up with a bit of blood. "Axel is going to kick your ass later for hooking up with Sarah again." I reminded him.

"Why do you hate her?" he asked instead now getting a bit irritated at my dislike for her.

"Tom.. I have known you for many years, this might sound dumb but that kiss we shared back in middle school it still means something to me. You are the only person who always treated me nicely, looking past my looks to see someone who has cared for you. Sarah, doesn't deserve you. As soon as you left she went after Axel..." I finished saying.

T.J stared down at me I reached up to kiss him, until I was stopped. I opened my eyes and saw his expression completely change.

"I-I'm sorry, (Y/N)." Tom said nothing more and simply walked away leaving me heartbroken.

His friends ran past me an into the mines. "Come on, (Y/N)." One of them called probably drunk by now.

Without saying a single word I slowly followed everyone into the mines, my felt as though my heart had broken into millions of pieces..I felt completely empty, deep down i guess I never wanted to admit that i wouldn't have a chance to be with him.

I began to aimlessly walk around the dark empty mines with a single flashlight, everyone went their separate ways and no way did I want to be by Tom's side now. I silently began to cry until I fell to my knees and tried ignoring my dark thoughts once again.

I stuck by his side, always helped him when he needed my help and now I'm lonely again.

Screams soon filled the dark mine. Quickly I got up and aimed my flashlight up, someone was thrown on the ground, I squinted my eyes and saw a tall guy covered in black with a mask and an ace in hand.

I silently cursed and began to run as fast as j could away from the figure. Is that Harry Warden?!

Was he the one who killed my parents?... immediately I stopped when I found a hiding place and I began to make up a plan.

Right next to where I was hiding, there were a couple of rocks and sharp objects, one of them being a single hammer. I held it in my hands and was ready to attack, I held a deep breathe when Harry Warden walked past me and deeper into the mine.

I shortly followed remaining to stay silent. I saw him chasing and fighting Tom with Sarah, quickly I appeared behind him when he was distracted and I hit him back as hard as I could. The figure turned around to attack me, he held his hands up to my neck, choking me.

Tom appeared behind him with Sarah who attacked him. Harry Warden fell to his knees and the three of us began to run, I hear more footsteps approaching which I assume is the police.

But as soon as I began to get closer a couple of rocks fell blocking me from getting over to Tom. "Tom!" I shouted his name desperately trying to get to him through the rubble.

I knew he, Sarah and everyone else were on the other side. "You need to get out!" I hear him shout. My blood ran cold when I realized that it wasn't Harry behind the mask but Axel.

Tom stole Sarah from him..so he'll take me. I screamed but as soon as I did, Axel got up and covered my mouth, making me follow him deeper into the mines to never be seen again.

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Masterlist

AO3

Works are gender/body neutral unless stated otherwise. Minors stay away from anything labeled 🔞!

Ongoing / multi-chapter

90 Days (Thomas Hewitt x reader)

COMPLETED

Summary: In exchange for the lives of your friends, you agree to spend 3 months with the Hewitts.

Diabolica (Asa Emory x female oc)

INDEFINITE HIATUS

Summary: She needs a supervisor for her graduate thesis, he needs a teaching assistant - it would be a perfect match, if only they didn’t absolutely despise each other.

The Spider and the Fly (Asa Emory x reader, supernatural-horror AU)

INDEFINITE HIATUS

Summary: You struggle to escape the web. (Limited series, spawned from the Otherworldly Anthology)

Dark Heart (Chromeskull x reader, pirate AU)

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Summary: You’ve captured the interest of a notorious pirate lord, so he reacts appropriately and captures you.

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One-Shots

*All readers are AFAB unless otherwise noted.

Targeted - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader (non-romantic)

Paying the Price - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader x Danneel Ackles

An Unexpected Matchmaker - Vet!Jensen Ackles

The First Customer - Nurse!Alex Calvert

Soul Food - Dean x Benny

It’s A Trap - Bela Talbot x Arthur Ketch (working)

Girl’s Night In - Jody x Donna (platonic)

Take A Bow - Dean x GN!Reader (heavy angst)

Not Again - Dean x Unnamed Female ; Sam Voyeur 

Work Perks - Dean x Sam x Charlie x F!Reader

Comfort Me - Danneel x Reader

Captive - Dean Winchester x Reader - Superhero AU

Le Feu Follet - Dean x Reader 

Born on the Bayou - Benny x Reader

Transitions - Transgender Sam

Sunshine & Rainbows - Dark Kaia

Unscripted - Dean Winchester x Reader

Whoops - Donna Hanscum

Orphaned - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester

My Brother’s Keeper - Sam Winchester, Rowena, MoC!Dean (Mentioned)

It’s You - Sam Winchester x Reader

Token of Thanks - Cas x Reader

Why Am I A Girl - Sam x Reader

Enchanted - Dean x Reader

Brother Knows Best - Sam x Sister!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader

What A Girl Wants - Dean x Reader

Never Too Late - Dean, Cas, Ruby, Jack, Reader

Yes, Mistress - Sub!Dean

Lazy Day - Dean x Reader

Just My Imagination - Sam Winchester x Reader

Take Two - Sam x Reader (platonic), Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess

Visions - Sam, Dean

Again and Again - Demon Dean

Just Feels Right - Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

My Reason - Dean Winchester x OC Brandy

Fast Cars & Freedom - Dean Winchester

Sunshine & Whiskey Kisses - Sam Winchester

Helping Paws - Dean Winchester feat. Archer the Husky

Traditions - Team Free Will

Our First Real Christmas - Sam & Dean Winchester

I Get Off - Stalker!Dean x Reader

She’s Gone - Dean Winchester x Reader

On Bended Knee - Dean Winchester x Reader

Sunrise, WY - The Winchester Gang

Light Me Up - Dean Winchester x Reader

Fated Mistakes - Alpha!Dean Winchester

Five Minutes More - Gamer!Dean Winchester

Bake My Breath Away - Baker!Sam Winchester

Steely-Eyed Missile Man - Bucky x Natasha (best friends)

The Howling Wolf - Bucky x Reader

Hiccups - Bucky x Sam x Reader

Somethin’ Stupid - Bucky Barnes

Dinner with the Parents - Frank Castle

Playdate - Frank Castle

Stardust - Clint Barton

The Devil Don’t Sleep - Soft!Dark Priest!Matt Murdock

Slow Hand - Matt Murdock

Come Away With Me - Priest!Matt Murdock

Hum - Matt Murdock

Challenge Accepted - Tony Stark

In Vino Veritas - Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

You Knew - John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Call 911 - Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy

Crashing Down - Opie Winston x Reader

Picking Up The Pieces - Opie Winston x Reader

Just The Way You Are - Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x Reader

Holding Out Hope - Bodyguard!Opie Winston

Bad Girl - Chibs Telford x Reader

Blood & Ash - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Just Desserts - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Satin & Lace - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

The Kingslayer and the Milkmaid - Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Priority Request - Poe Dameron x GN Reader

The Girl Next Door - Bones McCoy

Just a Memory - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Whispered Promises - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Look What You Made Me Do - Rhett Abbott

My Bloody Fright Trail - Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

My Way or the Highway - Boaz Priestley (Ten Inch Hero)

[acklest]

Jensen Ackles, AU!Michael!Dean, 14x10: Nihilism (and rambling about “range”)

Jensen was so fucking good, don’t even touch me right now, don’t even look at me. I mean, he’s always good, but with this episode, he kicked it in the ASS.

I don’t feel like I have enough WORDS for it. Behind a cut while I prattle on. (None of the gifs used as examples are mine.)

I watched the episode multiple times to see what Jensen was doing as Michael that so wasn’t Dean Winchester, because he was so fascinatingly NOT Dean. I know there are certain style choices that lend themselves to the differences, like his hair being parted on the other (wrong) side and the painstakingly dapper suits and the newsboy cap. Dean Smith (4x17: It’s a Terrible Life) had his hair parted on the wrong side, too. It’s some easy shorthand for “hey, something about this isn’t quite right.” (Like the French cuffs didn’t give it away.)

Demon!Dean was just Dean without the moral center. He was fun to watch, don’t get me wrong, for the brief time we got him. MoC!Dean was actually closer to what I thought Demon!Dean was going to be, so I enjoyed him more. Watching MoC!Dean massacre the Stynes was epic and so satisfying (and tragic I know because of the kid, I’m not like yay murder). As much as I love the real Sam and Dean, and I’m always happy when they get back to who they really are, these dark side digressions are so much fun because we get to see Jared and Jensen show off.

But there’s more to it than that. Jensen has said that his approach to each new script is instinctive (reads the script once or twice and decides what he’s going to do) and Jared is intellectual (reads it multiple times to feel like he’s really soaked it in). But here, I feel, Jensen has made some very deliberate choices. 

First, A Tangent: I watch different Dark Angel vids on Youtube and there’s usually a comment somewhere about how Alec and Dean are basically the same character, or Alec is Young!Dean. They don’t (always) come right out and say, “He can only convincingly play Dean-like characters”, but the implication is there. The two characters have some superficial traits in common, like sarcasm, physical comedy, Jensen’s face (can’t be helped). But even his face doesn’t really come into it once you hit the latter half of S1 because Jensen’s face changed a lot in the interim. His jaw got stronger, his face got broader. So I watched an episode of Dark Angel and immediately watched an episode of Supernatural (1x3: Dead in the Water). @deanscarlett​ helped me figure this out: Alec is out for out for himself, Dean was always out for anything but himself (except when it comes to pleasure-seeking, when he even allows it). Alec has his own psychological trauma (2x11: The Berrisford Agenda) which adds facets to his character’s mercenary pursuits, but once he locks down that perceived weakness (”I’m always alright”), you don’t really see him break down like that again. His programming is strong; he just buries it. But it serves a purpose: Max had written him off as a loss after she saved his life at the expense of not getting a cure to the virus (2x3: Proof of Purchase). It showed her that he wasn’t just a “happy-go-lucky sociopath”, that he had a story like everyone else, and that meant he deserved a shot at redemption. Alec was relatively unburdened (I mean... genetically enhanced master assassin... star torturer in HELL... Dean wins this round, I think) compared to Dean, who’s had ever-increasing weight on his shoulders since “Take your brother outside as fast as you can - don't look back. Now, Dean! GO!” Even young, Dean was never this carefree except maybe in his imagination or as a way to distance himself from others, or when he got really into the “I’m a badass I save people” part of it.

In this scene, Alec (if the character is Jensen’s age) is 23. He’s found a bunch of transgenics that fled from Manticore (the only home they’ve ever known) because of a fire. They’re all children, ranging in age from elementary school to early teens. He’s annoyed because they interrupted his sexy times in a motel. He’s very dismissive of them and spends most of those scenes throwing pieces of popcorn at one of the X7s, who are all small children. Creepy black-eyed hive-minded small children, but small children nonetheless. He makes smart remarks and rolls his eyes while Max tries to get through to the children to let them know that they should absolutely not go back to Manticore if they want to live. In just a few minutes, she takes apart their foundations: You don’t answer to me. You’re not a designation, you’re a person. You have a name now. You have to make your own choices.

“Why would Manticore try to get rid of us?” 

Alec answers:

Compare that to Dean as early as 1x3 Dead in the Water:

Dean doesn’t even talk the same way as Alec (except in the first few episode, while they were still getting used to their characters), and I don’t mean Jensen’s ever-more-gravelly voice, I mean the way he stubbornly pushes his jaw forward and talks out one side of his mouth or through his teeth. He has his mouth slightly open a lot. Sometimes he barely moves his mouth when he talks, speaking as if saying the words mostly to himself. Like 2x20 where Wishverse!Sam says “You slept with my prom date. On prom night.” Dean says, “Yeah that does kinda sound like me” while barely moving his mouth at all. Or in 4x01 where he holds up the empty liquor bottle and asks Bobby, “What, r’yer parents outta town or somethin?” That’s such a mushy line. He has a mush-mouth that’s only made mushier by hunter jargon and Dean’s... idiosyncratic way of speaking. If you weren’t in this fandom, would you know what I full-on Swayze’d that mother even meant? I always think of this (7x21):

(He can speak perfectly clearly when he wants to make a point, or when they’re pretending to be any kind of authority. I always think of the exchange in 5x14: My Bloody Valentine:

SAM: [mock sadness] That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong.

DEAN: [pokerface] Remarkably patronizing concern. Duly noted.

He can turn it off when he wants to. That Dean’s Master Adapter thing and it’s FUCKING HOT. Oh, I’m a production assistant now? Cool, aced it in a day. Oh, we’re in prison? This is fine, I’m gonna procure cigarettes. LARPing? Sign me the fuck up. Oh, we’re reporters? I can sound like a reporter. I’ve watched thousands of hours of television, I can mimic anyone. I can fake my way through almost anything. We’re in a different town two weeks from now, I can tell people whatever I want.

OH SHIT, DEAN TANGENT INSIDE OF A JENSEN RANGE TANGENT. Quick, make it look intentional!

Anyway, to me, Alec... Dean... not the same character. Going from one to the other was so jarring. For gifsets or edits where you want to show young Dean Winchester, it totally works for that. I mean, it’s Jensen’s face when he was that pre-Supernatural age... except that Jensen didn’t really look like Ridge Canipe or Dylan Everett when he was that age. (I love Dylan Everett. I don’t even care that his eyes are the wrong color.)

But something else Jensen does is put his own mark on roles that he’s given. Tom Hanniger wasn’t supposed to be as sympathetic as he turned out to be, and most people who watched it stated that they wanted someone else to be the bad guy (Axel was looking good for it) so that Tom would be okay. (Sorry if I just spoiled that for you.) Alec wasn’t supposed to be quite so likable, but that’s what Jensen brought to it. Even Kripke said early on that Dean was different on the page than when Jensen got ahold of him. He finds the heart of the character. Imagine if Dean Winchester had been the guy from the pilot this whole time, grossly leering at Jess to make Sam uncomfortable and defensive. 

Remember that Jess first says “Your brother Dean?” with a pleased smile on her face.

DEAN: [instantly leering] Oh, I love the Smurfs. [ogles cleavage] You know, I gotta tell you. [steps too close] You are completely out of my brother's league. [suggestive grin]

JESS: [smile fading, clearly uncomfortable] Just let me put something on.

[JESS turns to go. DEAN's voice stops her.]

DEAN: [isn’t discouraged by her discomfort] No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. [another leer] Seriously.

When I first watched that, I thought: “Pussyhound with control issues? That’s your brother’s girl, don’t be skeevy.”

But before long, you realize what it was: Contempt. He wasn’t interested in Jess. “I’m going to make you feel very unwelcome because who the hell invited YOU?” It’s very possessive.

Think about that first scene with Dean after “Easy, tiger!” and then Dean a mere 9 episodes later, in “Home”, trying to get through to John because he’s scared, his voice breaking, his eyes filling up. During that first scene, would you have predicted something like that? "My heart’s gonna break for this bossy bad boy creep.” In fact, by the third episode of the series, it has. Sam tries to make a note of it and gets shut down by Dean right away. "I’ll show you a little, but that’s all. Don’t test me.”

DEAN: You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.

Later:

DEAN: Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?

It’s not until 2x20: What is and What Should Never Be where you see how Dean feels about Jess now that he understands how important she was to Sam: He hug-tackles her from out of frame, and if she never died... There were more layers of Dean revealed in that episode than Alec got his entire season. (Don’t even get me started on that episode, I’ll just start crying and I’m already so off course with this post.) 

Jensen took this role and made it as iconic as it is. He protects it.

I’m not saying another actor couldn’t have also “sold” that role and made it their own. What I am saying is, I don’t think that another actor would be playing the everloving fuck out of that role -- with all its twists and turns, advances and setbacks -- 14 years later with seemingly as much passion (if not more) than when they started.

But Jensen didn’t leave Dean in that swaggering, cocky, Han Solo place. He deepened the character, added layers, he shows us the cracks and the flaws. The show would NOT have lasted 14 seasons without these two actors. God, I only watch it to see what’s happening to them and see the ways they found to challenge themselves in otherwise unremarkable episodes. It’s like a troubled relationship where you’re like “No, I’m not watching it again ever” and then it texts you at 3am with “wyd” and suddenly you’re playing an episode and wondering about your life. 

I went into that long-ass, rambling, what-even-are-you-talking-about tangent to set you up for this:

Nihilism was NOT an unremarkable episode.

This is not like any other role that Jensen has played before.

There’s really no trace of Dean Winchester in Michael except the resemblance (and the daddy issues, I suppose). And even that’s played down with the neat hair, the suit, the artful "I know my best angles” way that he presents himself to people. There’s not even a trace of other characters that Jensen has played. It’s an entirely new role for him.

Michael carries himself elegantly. The perfect posture, the poise, the careful, graceful motions. Dean kind of slouches, looms, or does a parade rest sort of thing where he’s braced for whatever might happen. He’s got a big ambling swagger. He puts his feet up on tables or sits with his legs sprawled apart.

Michael eerily doesn’t blink as much as you would expect. As Dean, Jensen blinks a lot and closes his eyes, sometimes for a few seconds in the middle of a line, as if he’s processing his thoughts. I love it. It doesn’t start happening until S4 or so, where he wants to show the general weariness of the character. It happens the most when he’s angry or exasperated. But Michael is laser-focused.

Michael speaks very precisely and almost ceremoniously, like he’s selecting each word for the maximum impact. He has ALL the time in the world. Dean talks like... well, Dean. This is the big one for me. He just doesn’t SOUND like Dean, even though it’s the same damn voice. It’s in the cadence. He also holds his chin upright so his voice projects differently, and his jaw isn’t clenched like Dean’s usually is. His voice comes across as smooth and oozes condescension. 

Michael, in keeping with his wardrobe and (understandable) superiority complex is very fussy. While Sam, Cas, and Jack are talking, he’s speculatively opening and closing his hands in the background as if trying the cuffs, but he doesn’t even bother to struggle. While he’s talking to Cas during the big monologue, he absently picks a speck of something out from under a fingernail and neatly refolds his hands on his knee. He puts himself in those 3-piece suits. He has expanded to take up all of the possible Dean-ness and he’s very proud of his vessel. The human that used to be in control could not possibly matter less. As far as he’s concerned, Dean was his the moment he was even born.

Michael’s expressions are very different. Dean has a very expressive face. In one 5-second gif, you can identify a number of little micro-expressions he goes through. His face is almost never still unless something has gone very wrong. His eyebrows are all over the place. He’s squinty from having scowled for so long. He absently curls his lip when he talks. Because Michael doesn’t have all the trauma and worries that Dean has, he keeps his expression smooth. He looks completely dignified. Because he feels he has absolutely nothing to fear, his expressions are supercilious and disdainful.

Michael is very, very serene. He’s a BEING, and currently immortal. The things the “pig-filthy humans” are doing don’t really seem to concern him. “He's a gnat,” he says about Dean. He’s waiting them out because to him, they’re the blink of an eye. People keep trying to get a rise out of him, I think because he wears Dean’s face and they’re desperate to see a glimpse of him. Michael just doesn’t give a shit. Holy fire? Whatever. These cute handcuffs? That’s adorable. 

Look at the image below. There is no Dean at all, there is barely even a flicker of concern. His smile here is almost like, “You are naive and tedious. I’m just waiting for my army to get here. Might as well relax.”

I’m sorry, I’m just very, very excited and I’m so proud of Jensen. He was already brilliant, but this kicked it into a whole new level.

What killed me:

* Don’t interrupt me.

* Dean’s not home right now. Please leave a message.

* (”With these angel cuffs on, Michael’s under control.”) You keep telling yourself that.

* THAT CREEPY ASS SMILE after Sam says that the Impala’s trunk could hold Michael!Dean too. IT’S SO CREEPY WHAT IS IT

* I called them. [smiles, fake gasp of surprise] It’s a party.

* (”Sam, are we going to die here?”) ANOTHER CREEPY LITTLE SMILE like he could not be less intimidated if he tried.

* I can hear you. [they move about 5 steps further] Really?

* Remind me, Castiel, we’re west of Kansas City? (Dudes, he is an archangel, did you think walking into another room was going to keep him from hearing you?)

* Yeah, put a chair against the door. That’ll help.

* The last thing you’ll see is this pretty smile. AND HE DOES THE TONGUE THING THAT JENSEN DOES so in the small moment to me he was Evil!Jensen. I would read that fanfic. it made me SO uneasy.

* I’m in his head. LITERALLY.

* (”He’s lying.”) No, I’m not. And I can still hear you.

* God -- Chuck -- is a writer, and like all writers, He churns out draft after draft. (The way he sort of labors over every letter in the word “Chuck”, it’s so contemptuous, almost like he’s saying “Fuck”?)

* He never would’ve been so... anemic. [absently cleans a fingernail]

* [leans forward] Even God can die. Ugh, the chill that went down my spine.

* Cool science project. 

* When they put the electrodes(?) on him, he’s sort of glancing back and forth, HE’S SO AMUSED, he even laughs disparagingly. 

* Oh, Cas. I believe in you. LOL

* In there? You’re all mine. *audible swallow*

Ugh, if AU!Michael!Dean was a lotion, I would smear it all over my body.

Thank you for coming to my Jensen Talk.

[miss-slasher]

New Slasher Imagine Blog!

Hey everyone! I'm miss Slasher and starting now I'll be taking requests for imagines, scenarios, one shots, match ups, and so on and so forth.

I will write for

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Freddy Krueger

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Leatherface (Bubba and Thomas)

Ghostface (Billy/Stu)

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

John Kramer

Doomhead

Nathan Wallace

Hannibal Lecter

Pinhead

Tom Hanniger

Brahms Heelshire

And possibly more upon request!

NSFW/Kink is fine with me, however it will most likely not be in one shot format.

I will NOT write:

Rape/Non-Con

Pedophilia

Scat/Watersports

Daddy Kink

Abuse

Glorification of self harm

That one dude from Leprechaun

Other than that, go nuts! I look forward to to be able to write for you all!

[thebiggerbear]

Writing Updates - Dec 2023

Here's what I've got currently going on amidst the holiday craziness (meaning, yes I'm working on ALL of these):

Beau Arlen x Female Reader:

The Ghosts Are Coming For You Chapter 2

Only Ever Holding Onto You Chapter 4

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) AU short story

Unnamed (TBD) AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) AU Prompt Response (which is looking like it may turn into either a one shot or short story depending on how long this continues to get)

Unnamed (TBD) s3 AU short story

Soldier Boy x Female Reader:

Keep Me Inside Chapter 1

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x05/AU one shot that I previewed in November here

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x04/AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x08/AU story that I previewed in November here

Unnamed (TBD) s3 AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Dean Winchester x Female Reader:

Follow Me Into the Dark s15/AU short story Part 1

Unnamed (TBD) s15/AU Prompt Response

Unnamed (TBD) s15/AU one shot (that may turn into a short story)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) s10 one shot

Sam Winchester x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) s14 ficlet (may turn into one shot)

Alec McDowell x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) short story

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Tom Hanniger x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) post-movie short story

Unnamed (TBD) post-movie story

Jenny Hoyt x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) story that I previewed in November here

Unnamed (TBD) 3x11 AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response

Anael/Sister Jo x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #1)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response

Rachel Gatina x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) short story

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

SDV Leah x Female Reader:

Unnamed (TBD) Prompt Response (multi-character response #2)

Multiple Pairings:

Beau Arlen x Female Reader x Jenny Hoyt:

Unnamed (TBD) story

Beau Arlen x Female Reader x Jenny Hoyt x Cassie Dewell:

You Know What You're Here For (still determining if this will be a short story or full story but one thing it will be is absolutely filthy - I'm not much of a smut writer but I used this to practice with so yeah, absolutely filthy, I feel like I don't know if I need a shower or Confession or a cigarette, preferably one of the former two)

Breakdown of the Multi-Character x Reader Prompt Response Project:

Prompt 1:

Soldier Boy - Complete

Beau Arlen - Complete

Dean Winchester - in progress

Jenny Hoyt - in progress

Tom Hanniger - in progress

Jason Teague - Complete

Anael - in progress

SDV Alex - in progress

Prompt 2:

Soldier Boy - Complete

Beau Arlen - Complete

Dean Winchester - Complete

Jenny Hoyt - Complete

Tom Hanniger - in progress

Jason Teague - Complete

Alec McDowell - Complete

CJ Braxton - in progress

Anael - in progress

Rachel Gatina - in progress

SDV Leah - in progress

I haven't posted the completed ones yet because I want to post them altogether so they can all be linked together since they're responses to the same prompt.

As far as ships go here's what I've got in the works:

Beau x Cassie:

Their Silent Thunder Matches Mine Chapter 3

What Happened Last Night Prompt Response

No Warning Prompt Response

Traditions Prompt Response

Santa Beau Prompt Response

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x13 one shot

Unnamed (TBD) Halloween/AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) one shot

Cassenny (Cassie x Jenny):

Unnamed (TBD) pre-series/s1 AU one shot

Dean x Cassie Dewell:

Unnamed (TBD) s15/post-s3/AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) later season/post-s3/AU one shot (previewed here)

Destiel (Dean x Castiel):

Unnamed (TBD) later-season ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) post-15x19 ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) post 13x01 ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) AU/post-finale ficlet

Buddie (Buck x Eddie):

One Last Time s4/AU one shot (it's been in the works for the last two years at least but I'm getting that much closer to where I want it and can finally post it; we're on final approach, folks)

Unnamed (TBD) post-4x05 one shot (that may turn into a short story)

Unnamed (TBD) post-3x18 one shot

Jonsa (Jon x Sansa):

Unnamed (TBD) AU story

Unnamed (TBD) post-s6 one shot (that may turn into a short story)

Unnamed (TBD) post-s6/pre-s7 AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) one shot

Unnamed (TBD) AU one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-finale one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-finale one shot

Unnamed (TBD) post-finale short story

Daensa (Daenerys x Sansa):

Unnamed (TBD) modern/AU short story

Unnamed (TBD) s7 AU short story that I previewed in November here (that may turn into a story)

Unnamed (TBD) mid-finale one shot

Unnamed (TBD) s8 ficlet

Unnamed (TBD) AU Prompt Response

Bella x Jacob:

Take What You Need (possibly mid or) post-NM/AU one shot (I haven't decided which time frame fits the events better)

Unnamed (TBD) post-BD imagine

Unnamed (TBD) Thanksgiving/post-BD one shot

Other Things:

Game of Thrones story (post-finale) - contains OC's along with canon characters

The Walking Dead story (post-TWDDC season 1) - contains OC's along with canon characters

Dean Winchester x Female!OC story (post-finale)

Alec McDowell x Female!OC story (post-finale)

I'm currently outlining projects for the following:

Edythe Cullen x Bella Swan

Edythe Cullen x Jacob Black (one shot)

Rosalie Hale x Female Reader

Carlisle Cullen x Female Reader

Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

Rip Wheeler x Female Reader

Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle (one shot)

Maribel Garlick x Female Reader (one shot)

Sam Uley x Female Reader

Leah Clearwater x Renesmee Cullen?

Sam Uley x Renesmee Cullen (one shot)

Max Goodwin x Elizabeth Wilder (one shot)

Jenny Hoyt x Dean Winchester (one shot)

Jenny Hoyt x Soldier Boy

Clarke Griffin x Lexa (prompt response to a Clexmas '23 prompt that I won't make in time to post the response to but I'm still writing it!)

Dean Winchester x Buffy Summers (one shot)

Buffy Summers x Faith Lehane

[the--blackdahlia]

Dean Winchester Fic List

Multi-Chapter

Beware of Crimson Peak (Complete)

Shake it Off (Complete)

Cat Scratch Fever

Blood (Featuring Tom Hanniger x Reader)

Legends of Yesterday (Complete)

Armageddon (Complete)

One -Shots

Travelin’ Soldier

Love, Pain, & Sorrow

Always Keep Fighting

Cop Car

One Ring to Rule them All

Don’t Take the Girl

Dean Prudence (Sequel to Don’t Take the Girl)

Independence Day

Check Yes or No

Losing Yourself

Sometimes You Hear the Bullet

Dirt

May the Fourth Be With You

Wish You Were Here (Challenge Fic)

Midnight Toker (request)

Pink (Challenge Fic)

You’re So Vain

Movie Night

A Day in the Life (Request)

Freemium 

Season 5, Time for a Wedding

Support

The Thunder Roars

Dean’s Girl

Binge Weather

Broken Ribs Against Fingertips

I Saw Mommy Killing Santa Claus (Challenge fic)

Dean’s Whiskey Girl (Gift fic)

The HArley (Gift Fic)

You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This (Gift Fic)

Concrete Angel

Hot for Teacher (gift)

Good Things (gift)

Crazy Love

Got a Gun

Happy Birthday to You

And the Scars Remind Us

Tis But a Scratch

Cold Hands

Awake

[lorilane33]

Check Me Out!

I was tagged by my doodle @bringmesomepie56

Rules: Tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: Loraine/Lori (I keep my real name on the DL) 

Zodiac Sign: Well depending on the horoscope... I’ve been both Gemini and Taurus  

Height: 5′7″

Last thing you Googled: Pirated episodes of Roswell :P 

Favorite music artist: This is probably one of the hardest questions ever. I’m such a classics girl though. Beatles, Bob Seger, Aerosmith, Kansas, Foreigner, all the amazing stuff. 

Song stuck in my head: Hmmm.... Probably Night Moves by Bob Seger. Pretty great song. 

Last movie you watched: Definitely My Bloody Valentine (However I’ve watched it like twice since spring break with @bringmesomepie56) 

What are you wearing right now: My Dallas World Aquarium shirt and some yoga pants. 

Why did you choose your url: Because I suck at thinking of creatively witty things on the spot so I had Tumblr do it for me. 

Do you have any other blogs: Nope!

What did your last relationship teach you: Honesty is key. And sometimes the person just serves a short purpose in your life.

Religious or Spiritual: Religious

Favorite color: Purple/Green

Average hours of sleep: Probs 6-7

Lucky Number: 33

Favorite Characters: You’re really asking me this? Dean, Ten, Tom Hanniger, Drew Alister (The Night Shift), 

How many blankets do you sleep with: One :)

Dream job: Writer/author/bookstore/library

Now. I’m just tagging people: 

@dustycelt @arryn-nyxx @iwantthedean @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @emilywritesaboutdean @ellen-reincarnated1967 @saxxxology @babypieandwhiskey @babybrotherdean @dreamingintheimpalawithdean @dancingalone21 @torn-and-frayed @not-moose-one-shots @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @jotink78 @nichelle-my-belle @ravengirl94 @superromijn @bekawinchester @pinknerdpanda

[thebiggerbear]

Previews Masterlist

BEAU ARLEN

● Untitled Prompt Response - 1.7.24 ● Untitled Mini Series - 1.14.24 ● Untitled Mini Series - 2.7.24 ● Excerpt from Part 2 of i need your hand but i don't want to burn it - 5.25.24 ● Untitled Mini Series - 5.29.24 ● 2nd Excerpt from Part 2 of i need your hand but i don't want to burn it - 7.21.24 ● Excerpt from Only Ever Holding Onto You - 7.21.24 ● Untitled Mini Series - 9/18/24

DEAN WINCHESTER

● Untitled Prompt Response - 2.7.24 ● Untitled Prompt Response - Fic Request - 2.7.24 ● Untitled Prompt Response - 2.7.24 ● Excerpt from Real or Not Real - 7.19.24 ● Untitled Mini Series - 10.6.24

MICHAEL!DEAN

● "You're safe now, I'm here." - 6.5.24 ● This Time The World Burns and You With It - 11.6.24

SOLDIER BOY

● Alternate Scene from Call My Name - 11.1.23 ● Untitled One Shot - 11.12.23 ● Excerpt from Call My Name - 5.28.24 ● 2nd Excerpt from Call My Name - 7.21.24

JASON TEAGUE

● Untitled One Shot - 1.17.24 ● Untitled Prompt Response - 2.7.24

RUSSELL SHAW

● "Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - 7.17.24

CJ BRAXTON

● Untitled Prompt Response - 1.10.24

JAKE GRAY

● You're Mine - 10.27.24

TOM HANNIGER

● Untitled Mini Series - 10.17.24

JENNY HOYT

● Untitled Mini Series - 11.5.23 ● Untitled One Shot - 9.4.24

ANAEL/SISTER JO

● Untitled One Shot - 2.7.24

JON SNOW

● Untitled Prompt Response - 2.7.24

RHAENYS TARGARYEN

● The Queen That Always Was - 7.10.24

JOHN WINCHESTER

● Untitled Prompt Response - 2.7.24

SAM ULEY

● "You're safe now, I'm here." - 2.11.24

JACOB BLACK

● Just A Little Longer - 9.25.24

CHARLIE SWAN

● "You're safe now, I'm here." - 6.2.24

JONSA

● The Wolves Must Come Again - 7.7.24

DAENSA

● Untitled Mini Series - 11.19.23

BUDDIE

● One Last Time - 10.2.24

BEAU x CASSIE

● Excerpt from Chapter 3 of Their Silent Thunder Matches Mine - 7.21.24

RUSSELL SHAW x CASSIE DEWELL

● When the Past Comes Knocking - 6.9.24

DEAN WINCHESTER x CASSIE DEWELL

● Untitled One Shot - 12.20.23

DEAN WINCHESTER x BELLA SWAN

● Name the Time and Place - 2.7.24

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[the--blackdahlia]

Dean Winchester Fic List

Multi-Chapter

Beware of Crimson Peak (Complete)

Shake it Off (Complete)

Cat Scratch Fever

Blood (Featuring Tom Hanniger x Reader)

One -Shots

Travelin’ Soldier

Love, Pain, & Sorrow

Always Keep Fighting

Cop Car

One Ring to Rule them All

Don’t Take the Girl

Dean Prudence (Sequel to Don’t Take the Girl)

Independence Day

Check Yes or No

Losing Yourself

Sometimes You Hear the Bullet

Dirt

May the Fourth Be With You

Wish You Were Here (Challenge Fic)

Midnight Toker (request)

Pink (Challenge Fic)

You’re So Vain

Movie Night

A Day in the Life (Request)