#and kev would kill for his angel

[tetheredbysin]

Would you hold my hand? They're the same ones I used...when I killed someone for you.

[membermentmania]

August 8th, 12:09-2:47 am

She gave him a look before she took a deep breath. All of the red on her turned black and her skin lost its flush, turning into a light shade of gray. 

He let out a quiet hum. More white flurries bubbled out of him. “So that’s what you look like,” he muttered.

“Wha-” 

“Okay,” he clapped his hands together with a smile. “New assignment.” 

“I don’t-” 

“You’re now my assistant.” 

“What?”

“I mean, let’s be real here, Red. If I terminate your contract, you’re gonna die. So I’m giving you a new job.” 

“Why can’t I just fight angels like everyone else?” she responded with a scoff. 

“I’m not ready to never see you again.” 

Her mouth fell open slightly. She blinked hard, so absolutely taken aback by his response. “What?” she snapped. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Answer me.” 

“I asked you a question.”

“What did you mean by that?” Kevin gave her a look. “I feel…” She blinked hard. It was jarring. All of the grief she felt looking at the boy in front of her, the guilt, the sadness, the frustration. It felt like everything was slowly melting into nothing. A full sized painting was slowly dwindling into a small tap of a pencil on a piece of construction paper. “Why do I feel so empty?” 

“I mean, for all intents and purposes, you just turned into a mod,” he responded lamely. 

“What?” The little bits of gray and black bubbling out of her felt heavy against her skin. She blinked hard, willing herself back. 

“Why’d you transform back?” 

Everything immediately started to flood back in and it was so much. Too much. “Is that what you feel like all the time?” she asked shakily. The corruption was still bubbling out of her. She could feel it. She could see little black and gray cubes detaching from her, carrying into the air around them. He had them too. They both had them. Why? 

He laughed. “Yeah, kinda.” 

“Kev,” she breathed out. 

“Yes, Red?” 

“What are moderators?” 

“Now there is the question of the day.” 

“Answer me.” 

“You sure you wanna know?” 

“Yes.” 

“What do you think happens when you corrupt, Red?” 

“We die.” 

He laughed quietly. “I guess, technically.” 

Everything snapped together in her mind. “We become what you are,” she murmured.

“Ding ding ding!” 

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that? Why would you-” 

“C’mon. You’re smart.” 

“You want me to corrupt.” 

“I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you to survive the apocalypse.” 

She ran her hands through her hair as she crouched down, trying to process. “So you did all this in a fucked up attempt to save me,” she muttered. He stayed silent. “Because you are my Kevin.” 

“There ya go.” 

She shot a glare at him. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“I mean, you’d be a pretty good mod. You don’t have to be like me. You could be more like my old mod. He was good… Is good.” 

“You went through all of this,” she responded as she stood back up, hating the way her voice shook, “You fought angels. You had to go through finding purifiers. You did all of this. Why the fuck would you pull me into this?!” 

“Michael was watching you.” 

“WHO THE FUCK IS MICHAEL?!” 

“The worse of two evils,” he responded flatly. 

“What do you want from me?” she asked through tears. “Really.” Her voice broke. “I thought we were friends.” 

He paused. Red finally noticed the bits of white bubbling out of him. “We were,” he muttered. A wave of understanding washed over his face. “Huh.” 

“What?!” 

“I was told something a while ago. I didn’t get it until just now.” A laugh bubbled out of him. “Wow.” His smile grew as he looked back up at her. “Looks like you’re free to go.” 

“What?” 

“Go fight angels or whatever. Have a team, I guess. Enjoy the next bit until the world ends.” 

“I don’t-” 

“We were friends, Red. Sometimes you just gotta let shit go. I didn’t get that. I was too-” His nose twitched slightly. “You’re not mine anymore. We’re gonna kill each other if I try to keep you.” Tears made their way down her cheeks. “Maybe in another life I won’t be so stupid,” he muttered. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath before sliding his hand down his face. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” 

She finally got it. Everything made sense. “It’s okay,” she whispered. 

He gave her one last smile before putting his arms out. “Later, yin.” 

“Later, yang,” she murmured. 

He let himself fall. Icy numbness crept in as her tears started to subside and she walked towards the ledge. She looked down to confirm what she knew was already there. A small flip phone, gently playing Requiem for Methuselah. 

“Red, what the fuck are you doing?” Craig snapped. 

Everyone’s attention immediately turned towards Red. She didn’t look up from her phone. “Texting,” she muttered. Heidi’s concern only grew. She looked like she’d given up completely. Craig was rotating back and forth between a frantic mess and a grieving mess which was only serving to exacerbate the effects of Tweek’s disappearance on the group. And Tweek was still missing. Not to mention Red now had her phone on and out in the one place they were trying to keep as much technology out as possible. 

“Red, what about your mod?!” Bebe yelled. 

“He’s dead. She didn’t look up from her phone. 

It was like a bomb went off amongst the group. There was almost a full minute of pure, completely stunned silence before Kenny spoke. “What do you mean, he’s dead?” 

She put her phone down and looked up at Kenny, face completely devoid of emotion. “I don’t really have another way of explaining that my mod is dead.” 

“Yeah, but like. That doesn’t make any sense. They’re in our tech,” Clyde tried. 

“They have physical bodies. They can die.” 

Craig ran both hands through his hair and titled his head back. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. Kyle dropped his head in his hands. Clyde swallowed hard as tears welled up in his eyes. And the girls just continued to stare at her in shock. Heidi felt nauseous. 

“That doesn’t make sense,” Craig breathed out. “Tweek would know that. He knew Leslie for eleven fucking years.” It was not lost upon Heidi that he said ‘knew’ as opposed to the present tense.

 “Tweek didn’t know everything,” Red responded flatly. 

Craig’s chair scraped against the floor loudly as he slid outwards before walking out of the room. “Fucking- I’m going,” Clyde muttered. 

Kenny put a hand on his shoulder. “Let me try talking to him.” 

“But you’re the boss!” he hissed. 

“Bebe and Wendy are in charge. Behave.” Kenny got up to follow Craig. 

Bebe took a deep breath. “Red, babe, can you please elaborate here?” she tried. 

“Elaborate on what?” 

“How mods have physical fucking bodies, Red!” Tammy yelled. 

Red looked down at her phone and made a face before turning it off. “I finished my contract in person.” 

“Why would your mod do that? None of our mods have ever indicated that they had physical forms. Fuck, Tweek knew Leslie since he was six and he’d never met her in person!” Tammy argued. 

“Can we please stop talking about Tweek in the past tense?” Marjorine asked shakily. The entire group paused. Heidi reached out and squeezed Marj’s hand under the table. 

“I don’t know. My contract was weird. All of our meetings were in person,” she said pensively. 

“Okay… How do you know he’s dead?” Bebe asked, trying not to show her obvious discomfort. 

“I killed him.” 

“Red, what the fuck,” Clyde breathed out. 

“When?” Wendy asked. 

“Last night.” 

“How?” 

“I shot him. I watched him fall. He’s dead.” Her voice was so hollow, it was scary. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Positive,” she deadpanned. 

“What happens to you now then?” Kyle asked.

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re operating without a moderator. What happens?” 

“I keep getting notifications to request a transfer. I’ve been ignoring them.” 

“Is that… smart?” Clyde chimed in with concern. 

“Honestly, I’ll take my chances.” 

[hallowcked]

"It's nothing." Tyler sighs into the phone before reminding himself that he has to stop pushing people away. In his 23 years of living, Volchok has been a better friend to him than anyone. At this point, they were practically brothers. "It was that Seth guy, from the art show we were going to trash. He attacked Brooke." He doesn't want to get Volchok riled up or lead him to think Isadora could be next. Seth might have been a monster but Isadora was his sister. Going after Brooke was personal. He did it because he couldn't have her. It was the whole: If I can't have you then nobody can. "He trapped her inside the carnival and chased her around with a knife until I got there. He sliced her arm open and when I confronted him at his house, he stabbed me with a piece of glass. But it's fine. I dealt with him. He's been beaten to a bloody pulp. I don't even know if he's still alive." As her older brother, and the whole reason for her being in Riverwood, would Isadora care if she were to find out? Would she find a way to blame Volchok?

When Volchok gets around to his news, Tyler looks away and grimaces, as though he could see the dislodged eyes himself. Who the fuck could be so animalistic? He would have thought Seth. But there was no way he would have been able to find enough strength to pull himself together, murder a Viper, and ransack the bar. Not in the condition Tyler left him in. He was knocked out cold. His second thought was Dante. Lately, most of Tyler's time has been spent on Brooke. The attack made the Vipers look unguarded and weak. It would be easy for Dante to rile everyone up and blame it on Tyler's incompetence. But was he so far lost that he would mutilate one of their own? According to Eli, the Vipers' number one rule was to never kill another snake. It was punishable by death. An eye for an eye. It could also be Kincaid. Before he left the hotel, he threatened Tyler. He insinuated that if the art show wasn't a success, he would cut off a snake's head. It was possible Seth woke up and called Toni. In his condition, he could have tried backing out. Which would have motivated Kyle to attack The Den.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, Kev. I'll look into Hawkeye. I'll scour the internet and see if anything pops up. If he's active anywhere or if anyone's talking about it, I'll find it. In the meantime, do your best to calm everyone down. I'll meet you tomorrow and we'll deal with this as a team." When everything's over, Tyler will have to make it up to Volchok somehow. He wasn't given the same amount of time to make things right with Isadora, while he's been running the show for Tyler. "Just listen to me, whoever did this will pay, okay? Just stay cool and call me if you need me." Tyler feels guilty after he hangs up the call but he's still worrying about Brooke more than anything else. He could tell there was something on her mind before Kev called and maybe that's why she disappeared into the kitchen and never came back.

After heaving himself up from the couch, Tyler applies pressure to the stitches on his waist and limps into the kitchen where he spots his angel sitting on the counter, digging into a pint of Chubby Hubby. "You didn't want to say hi to Kev?" Tyler places his hands above her knees and pushes her legs apart so he can rest in between them. "Can I have some?" He leans toward the cold spoon but then quickly kisses her lips instead. The only thing he really wants to taste is her.

"I'm sorry about the call. Someone broke into The Den and trashed the place. Volchok thinks one of the Vipers are missing. I have to meet with him tomorrow night at the River Court." He slides his hands under her long shirt, over her thighs. "But, I want to hear what you were going to tell me? It seemed important." Dead Viper or not, there would never be anything more important to him than Brooke. "And if you say it's nothing, I'll have to confiscate the rest of your Chubby Hubby."

After closing the freezer door and retrieving her ice cream, Brooke hops onto the kitchen counter to start digging in with her spoon instead of returning immediately to the living room. She needs time to think and mull over her options, anyway. To come up with something else to confess to Tyler now that she's chickened out from telling him the real news. Whatever was going on with the Vipers took precedence over baby talk, anyway. And by sounds of it, what little Brooke could make out from their conversation several feet away - Volchok wasn't calling with good news. Otherwise, he would've waited for a more decent hour.

"You got stabbed?" Volchok sighs into the phone, while pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the tension headache from fully forming. He had to sit down. Given there was already enough shit to deal with. As evidenced by the crime scene currently unfolding in front of him. "What do you mean, you got stabbed?" His voice lowers, as to not attract the attention of other Vipers. Like Dante, who would use Tyler's injury against him. He's the type to attack his opponent while they were already weak. "Yeah, someone was."

Though, Volchok had no idea who. He wasn't a forensic scientist. Which is what they'd need to figure out who's eyes were left hanging on the wall along with a threatening message in written in bloodstained letters: An eye for an eye. "This shit's gruesome, dude. Someone, or multiple someones ransacked the bar. There's broken glass and chairs everywhere. No alcohol or cash in the register. And they left us a gift. A pair of human eyes and a message that says; An eye for an eye. It's a declaration of war, King Cobe." Volchok hopes he won't have to explain the severity of this situation to Tyler. The Vipers need a leader, which means Tyler needs to step up or things are only going to get worse. "We have no idea who they belong to. But, Hawkeye is missing. He was the last one here closing up. So my guess is...." Volchok can't even bring himself to say it. Hawkeye's been a bartender at the Den for over 20 years. The place wouldn't be the same without him. Out of every member of this club, he was one of the rare, few good ones. Someone Volchok himself respected and looked up to growing up, like an Uncle. "A bunch of the guys are devastated and they want retribution." Except Dante, who in Volchok's opinion, seems suspect. "Look, I can probably hold down the fort for one night but, tomorrow you need to get your ass down here and deal with it. So, rest up. Do what you gotta do to make yourself look presentable and meet me tomorrow at the River Court. 8PM."

[magdaclaire]

remember that summer?

dean&eileen fic with implied saileen&eileenrowena and implied deancas || technically requested by @mrcowboydeanwinchester, if one is very fast and loose about what a request is

Dean falls into his seat without much regard for how much noise it'll make- it's only him and Eileen out here, nobody Hearing in probably at least a three mile radius seeing as Sam and Cas took Jack and Magda into town, and it's only Kevin inside. They haven't taken him to a doctor since all the damage, but Dean would be willing to bet that Kev's hearing is just as bad as his now. Nothing about that will ever feel okay. He can't have a kid without failing them, even when he gets one as old as he got Kevin. Eileen falls into the seat beside him, giving just as little regard. 

"It's not just me, right?" he says, turned to her ever so slightly so that she can read his lips along with his hands. His sign is clumsy after this long not practicing with anyone, but Eileen... Eileen is a safe person to practice to. She taught him in the first place after all.

"What do you mean?" she asks, which is fair. He clarifies.

"You remember that summer. 2002. You and me on the road. That happened, right?" For a summer, Eileen was like the sister he never had. Charlie before Charlie. A person like him on the wild, open road that he found all by himself, that he cared for as best as he could and was cared for in return. As caged off as they both already were back then. Eileen was angrier then than she is now, a teenager and madder than fuck about the life she'd been led into living, and so goddamn alone. It's hard to have that kind of loneliness. She doesn't look so lonely anymore.

"Yeah, Dean. You and me on the road," she says, and she flashes Dean that same grin she had when she was seventeen, lighter than her flyaway hairs and near always preceding the radio getting turned up so loud they could both feel it in their feet. Even when Eileen was mad, she was never like his father, or even like Sam. Never prone to yelling (never cared much about noise), not even prone to lash out at Dean when he was being a bit of a fuckhead. Just the quiet and music of hunting with someone just as lonely as you are, just as desperate to connect and terrified to show it. She taught him sign by teaching his fingers how to move when the ones that had been broken before didn't want to form the shapes, careless and free with casual affection like no one Dean had ever known.

"You ever miss it?" The question comes out without him really meaning for it to.

"The road?"

"Yeah. Or, well, that summer," he says, the oppressive heat and the devil may care attitude coming back to him in waves. He had tried to convince Eileen to go back to school that summer. She had shown him how to fudge the records instead. He was proud to have his GED anyway. It's November now. The leaves are crunching where he's shifting his feet.

"I think we're both better now, don't you?" Eileen asks, and Dean thinks of all of the people he's killed. All the people he's hurt. The things that he's done. He and Eileen have both died and come back since that summer. He doesn't know that he is better than who he was at 23, bright eyed and barely there, in need of a parent more than he ever needed to be one. It's hard to think of himself like that. Little. In need.

"Yeah," he says anyway, and looks away. Eileen taps the back of his hand.

"You were one of my first friends, Dean. I'm glad that I got you back. Even if it took us a while," she says, and Dean is not going to cry because of this. Coming back together as adults, Dean with his brother and Eileen with her vendetta, it hadn't been easy. They haven't even told Sam that they knew each other, once upon a time when Sam was normal. Cas knows, of course. He had put Dean back together exactly as he should have been, healed his hearing with the angel grace like it was nothing.

Dean got him to put it back where it came from not two weeks after his resurrection, the world too loud and the ring of gunshots too familiar. Everything is easier with the lights off. Everything is easier when the world is quiet.

"Sorry we both had to die to share that apartment we talked about." During that summer, they mostly talked around their issues, the homes neither of them had ever known, the reason both of them were out here on the road instead of doing something normal. The idea of Eileen seeing him in the time he lived with Lisa nearly makes him laugh, the idea of Eileen in all of that domestication and PTA bullshit. If anybody is gonna be a PTA mom between her and Sammy, it's gonna be Sam. Just like it was him.

"I like the bunker. It has a history," Eileen says, soft smile lighting up her face. Dean would hate to fuck that up for her. He speaks his mind anyway. Eileen has always liked when he was honest.

"I kinda hate it," he says, and it's something he wouldn't admit to Sam or even to Cas, and definitely not to Jack or Magda or Kevin, but Jesus fuck, it's true. He misses the windows and big front door from Lisa's place, he misses Bobby's big yard, he misses the stained glass of Pastor Jim's parish. Anything that once felt like home would be better than this, the hole is the ground that is all concrete and industrialization, he wants a home. He doesn't know how to get it. Like all the things he doesn't know how to get, he's just pushed down it down just for the want of it. But this is Eileen. Eileen is a safe person to want to. She's always kept his yearnings close to the chest.

"We could move," she says, solemn and serious, and her hand is on the back of his again. He flips his hand over for her to grab, even if he'll need it back in a second to sign.

"Get you, Sammy, Cas and Kevin out of this nerd hole? Me, Magda and Jack wouldn’t be able to manage it, Buffy Summers," he says, having to finger-spell out Buffy, which is weird. He and Eileen have decided on name signs for everybody in the bunker, workshopped with each other and even asked Sammy, Jack, Cas, Magda and Kevin for their thoughts on the matter (though some they did not heed). S-nerd. C-angel. K-prophet. M-magic. J-kid. E-badass. They usually just finger-spell Dean's name. It's not hard (Sam and Cas, even Jack wouldn't have been either, but sometimes things are just fun). Sometimes, Eileen will sign the word dean, like dean of students. It's weird. But cool.

"If anybody's Buffy, it's you, not me. But Dean... no one wants you to be unhappy. If you want to live somewhere else, you know we would follow you, right? Even if you didn't ask us to. I've hitched myself to the Winchester wagon. That's you too." Dean's breath catches in his throat. It's weird for someone to want to stay. Weird. But cool. That's kinda Eileen, isn't it? Dean focuses on the subject at hand, swallowing hard.

"What if Sam wants to leave again?" he asks, his voice small and his sign clumsy, but he knows that Eileen understands. He knows because she grabs his hand to squeeze again, and they've talked about this. Twenty-three and seventeen, 2002 and the world both large and small in front of them, he talked about his brother leaving. How Sam was barely older than she was, really, how he raised that baby. How he shouldn't have had to. She hadn't known Sam at the time, only knew Dean's side of things, but still. She knows. If anybody knows, it's her. And Cas. But Cas doesn't count. Cas knows because he built Dean from the inside out, because Dean would give Cas his heart beating from his chest, because Cas is the easiest and yet most difficult person to talk to in the world. Eileen knows because she was there. Somehow, she was there.

"You know he's just as weirdly attached to you as you are to him, right? He might have been able to do distance in the family during college, but I don't think so anymore. He missed his big brother too much. He's told me," she says simply, like she hasn't said something that could rock Dean's world if he let it. Instead, he stays on the skeptical side. Always safer to err on the side of caution.

"He called me his big brother? He hasn't called me that for real since he was nine," he says, incredulous and close to laughter. Sam? Calling him big brother? That shit hadn't even been something Sam joked about since he was in his early twenties. They're old now. Sam doesn't call him that anymore. Dean tries not to miss it.

"So maybe I paraphrased," Eileen says, and that last bit of hope that had ballooned so suddenly in Dean's chest deflates. "But maybe I didn't. There were quite a few margaritas involved." Dean skates his tongue across his teeth. Changes the subject again.

"Remember when you begged me to buy you a bottle of tequila? Didn't wanna go in and use your fake I.D. yourself. You'd probably had one for over a year by then," he says, actually laughing this time. It's not even forced, not really. He does think it's funny. It's enough to ignore the other thoughts that come with it.

"Oh yeah, definitely, but you had it so figured out, I thought. Dean Winchester, his dad is a hunter too, everybody knows to steer clear of John Winchester. As much as I got turned out of places just for not being able to hear, I never wanted to risk it in a liquor store," she says, her sign high and tight but listing as she gets to the last part, unenthusiastic and showing for it. One of the worst parts of being a kid was the fact that no one was willing to argue for him but him most the time. Bobby and Pastor Jim and even Missouri did what they could, but there wasn't much. Mom was dead and Dad wasn't around. The same old American story. Dean changes the subject.

"You know they don't have those in Indiana? You can buy vodka at Kroger. Isn't that insane?" The change isn't subtle, but Eileen smiles anyway, tipping her drink toward him. He hadn't even realized she had brought a drink out here. It's some awful Irish soda she insists on having delivered to their mailing address; he's only tried it once, and it was awful. Eileen drinks it like water when she's in a mood to drink it. It takes like milk and sadness. She loves it, though. The glass of the bottle is leaving a ring on the table. It's an outside table. It doesn't matter. He can't shake the thought that he should be wiping it off before the others get home, that he should be doing something.

"Could probably lift it from there too," Eileen says, following him down the conversational rabbit hole and unknowingly saving him from a mental one of his own. He grins.

"Oh definitely. You never did?" he asks, and Eileen snorts.

"I stole everything else, but it never occurred to me to just steal alcohol."

"Twenty two was a bit of a bad year for me," he replies simply, letting the waves of himself settle, the riptide of his emotions inside of himself coming to a stop. They both know that. It was impossible to avoid in that next year, Dean's loneliness and the cracks in his voice, the way that his hands shook when he went too many nights without sleep. The heat of summer did nothing to keep him from shivering that season with Eileen in the passenger seat, teaching each other everything they knew. Eileen huffs a laugh.

"Sixteen wasn't a great year for me either," she says, and he remembers that too. The way that Eileen bristled under the new discomfort of Dean's worry, the way that the bristle only made it harder for him at first, harder to open up and be opened up to, harder to love. He's never been easy to love. 

Jesus, even he knows how Cas, Sammy and Eileen would be yelling at him if he said that shit out loud. Even if they quietly agreed. That'd be a fight too, saying that. Leave it to him to feel bad about shit that's just in his head, about himself even.

"It's a shit wagon, you know," he says. It seems like a reminder Eileen might need, getting used to him and his smartass brother and their angel. He's heard people call Cas that before. The Winchesters' angel. Enough to make your chest ache, isn't it? All the things he wants that he can't have.

Never changed the world to want. No point in getting your hopes up.

"The Winchester wagon? Buddy, I know. But it's my fucking wagon, so you better fuck off," Eileen says, and she jostles his shoulder, coming half way up out of her seat just to do it. She's like Donna with that shit sometimes- making him feel good by talking just the right amount of shit. Eileen is like Charlie, she's like Donna, she's like Jo, and she's not like anybody else. He never expected to get to be friends with somebody Sammy was interested in. He never expected to get to be friends with Eileen from that summer. His life might be shit, but it's not half bad, you know? Cas is alive, Eileen is alive, he and Sammy and Kevin and Jack are all good; shit could be a hell of a lot worse.

It's a weird standard of living out here.

"You don't-"

"Dean, are we gonna do the self pity thing all afternoon? Because I'll have to go get something else to drink," she says, and Dean stops. He just stops for a second. Is that what he sounds like when he says that shit to people? Goddamn.

Eileen probably sounds cooler than him, but he's ignoring it. In fact, it hasn't even occurred to him. Definitely not. He sighs.

"You really don't care what I have to say about it, do you?" he asks, and Eileen snorts, shaking her head.

"I'm a grown up and I can make my own decisions, Dean Winchester," she tells him, and he knows that, but he can't stop himself from the ribbing, the questions that run rampant in his head.

"Well, Sammy's technically a grown up and I don't know if I trust him to make all the decisions. I mean, do you know how many salads that kid eats? It can't be healthy," he says, and Eileen gives him a look.

"You know he is an adult, right?" Dean smiles, the curve of it just this side of self deprecating.

"I know," he says, his sign the cleanest it's been all afternoon. He knows that Sam isn't a kid anymore. He knows that Sam has been through enough in this life to make as many decisions as he wants to. He knows that he and Sam have been through too much together to ever be the same kids they once were. Sometimes, it's nice just to pretend. The illusion of control. Being able to think he can protect him still. You'd think the long string of failures would have convinced him at some point that Sammy was better looking out for himself.

"Okay, come on, we're gonna go ride a mechanical bull or some shit. Call Donna, get her to meet us in Nebraska, I'll find a bar," Eileen says, pulling him up out of his chair. He hadn't even noticed her stand up out of hers. Fuck, he's slipping.

"Wait, where do you wanna go? Nebraska? Why the fuck would we go to Nebraska?" he asks, his brows coming together.

"Because Donna is in South Dakota. This is Kansas. Nebraska is between," Eileen says, explaining extremely basic geography to him as if he is very, very small. The confusion only grows.

"Yeah, but-" he starts, but Eileen interrupts him, her hands stopping his as she just speaks aloud.

"Dancing, Dean. With friends. Still wanna go?" They had talked about this when they were kids. When she was too young to get into clubs and he was too lonely to have friends, they talked about going dancing. He had forgotten about- about all of it. The sequin dress that Eileen picked out in a store window, hand up against the glass without a worry for the leave of her fingerprints. She had picked out something for him to wear too. His Dad would have been raging mad just to see him look too long at the kind of shirt she wanted him to wear, something gauzy and longed-sleeved and terribly impractical. Dean had thought about the idea of the tie collar resting against his throat for months after that.

"Would you still wanna pick out my outfit?" he asks, making it sound like he doesn't want it, even managing to make it sound offhand. Lying without lying. His specialty. Like he hasn't, in some part of himself that he's always kept quiet and to the back of himself, always wanted that outfit Eileen had outlined in her head, like he hasn't thought about it for years. Eileen shrugs her shoulders.

"Do you want me to?" she asks, turning it back on him. Fuck. Here comes the lying part.

"If you want," he says instead, and he has to stop himself from taking it back immediately. From saying something Eileen doesn't deserve to have to see just so that he can deflect that attention from what he just admitted to wanting. "But is you, me and Donna really going out with a group of friends? Love you two, but it's hardly more than how we woulda gone when we were kids."

"Oh no, buddy, you're calling Donna, I'm texting Rowena. We're dragging Cas with us too. I don't figure he has too many clubbing experiences either," she says, and Dean lets himself think about dancing with Cas, about Cas in a club, and the very idea shakes him to his bones. He laughs instead of thinking more on that, forcing himself into calmness.

"Leaving Sammy here by himself?" he asks, avoiding the concept of Cas entirely. Eileen shrugs again, though this time she's smiling.

"Somebody's got to look after the kids."

"Kevin and Jack could handle themselves, you know," he reminds her. She nods.

"Yeah. But they don't have to. Sam already said he doesn't mind." They don't have to. Their kids in the bottom of a bunker, their safety buried in the ground. He can't think about it too much. There's a lot of things like that.

"You already asked him?" Eileen waves her phone at him.

"Always one text away, your brother. He's good like that," she says, her tone gentle and her smile gentler.

"You're happy with him?" he asks, the question coming out without much thought, but he finds he's alright with asking. He wants Eileen to be happy almost as much as he wants Sam to be happy, and it hits him all the time that they're happy together. His for-the-summer sister and his little brother. Eileen gives him a long stare, amused.

"You're asking if your brother makes me happy? Gonna ask him the other way around too? Or is this a Chris Claybourne situation? I hate to say it, De, but you're not my type," she says, and he hadn't even realized it could be taken that way, and now he'd probably be amenable to dying, if it were an option. He bursts into laughter instead.

"Ew, no. I mean, not like ew, you're gross, but like ew, you're Eileen. Well-" Dean can only be grateful when Eileen cuts him off.

"Buddy, I get it. You're gross too," she says, and he snorts.

"Oh thank god."

"You want to go get you something to wear? A quick trip before we come back and grab Cas?" she offers, and oh. It occurs to him all at once that this is actually happening, that he's going to wear an outfit that Eileen picks for him to a city three and a half hours away and they're going to go dancing. He only assumes they're going to Omaha; that's where he usually meets Donna if they're gonna meet in Nebraska. The world is quiet and anonymous meeting Donna in a city of nearly half a million people in the middle of the night, windows rolled down and Dean's laughter easier just for Donna being there.

"Yeah. Okay. Let's go pick out an outfit."

[michaelmilligan]

Endversetober Day 23: Shelter

(explanation post) (compilation post)

When Michael opened his eyes again, everything still hurt.

He couldn't be in Purgatory, though. As far as he knew, there were no huts in Purgatory, and no warming fires next to semi-comfortable beds.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” a man said from beside him.

It would have made Michael jump and ready a weapon if he'd been able to move that much. Instead, he just flinched, then groaned in pain.

“Yeah, I thought you'd say that. Sorry, but we're low on painkiller.” The man peered down at him from his chair.

With difficulty, Michael moved his – Adam's – head, and saw a Torah in the man's lap.

Where are we? Adam suddenly asked, and Michael was embarrassed by how relieved he was to hear his voice.

“I don't-” Michael closed the vessel's mouth, then said to Adam: I don't know.

“You don't?” the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know where I am,” Michael admitted out loud. “Or who you are. Did you save u- I mean, me?”

It was difficult to speak, but Michael was used to not showing pain, or weakness. He could make do.

“Do you remember a few days ago,” the man said instead of an answer, “when you killed a bunch of Croats? You saved a woman and a kid.”

Michael did remember, vaguely. There had been a few more instances like it, though he hadn't always bothered to protect the uninfected humans. Not when annihilation had been at the top of his agenda.

“Their names are Linda and Kevin. Did you know that?”

“They may have mentioned it. Are you a friend of theirs?”

The man didn't look like he was related to them, though looks could of course be deceiving. Perhaps he was the father of the child.

“I'm Rufus,” the man said, as if that explained anything. “Lin said you were some kind of bigger than life type – a well-meaning monster or something. You just look like a man to me, though.”

Michael opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. “I suppose I am something like a man, at this point,” he finally said. “I'm not who, or what, I used to be.”

Rufus scoffed. “Well, tough shit. None of us is.”

“Why did you save...” Michael hesitated, then decided that they already knew he wasn't fully human. “...us?”

“'Us'? There more than one in there?” Rufus raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. I can't say I particularly appreciate having to accept help, but thank you for saving Adam.”

“Well, you can tell us all about who and how many you are later,” Rufus said, just as someone entered through the door.

“Is he awake?! Holy shit!” The kid from a few days ago – Kevin – hastened towards the bed. “Are you okay?”

“This body is very impaired right now,” Michael told him.

“O...kay?”

“Kev, how about you go tell your mom that he's awake. I'm sure she'll want to know,” Rufus told him, and he nodded, immediately scampering off. Rufus sighed. “He's a good kid. Actually, he's the reason we found you. He had some kind of vision about a zombie horde being in that spot, so we went to kill 'em. Found all those fuckers dead and you lying there, instead.”

“He has visions?” Michael asked in confusion. That would make him a prophet, but the role should have been filled by Chuck Shurley. Or perhaps he was psychic...

“Seems to be a trend for people in this camp. There was this other guy who had visions... I still don't know if I believe in that stuff, but Kevin's visions started the day after Chuck died.”

Dead, then. Raphael must have failed in their duty.

Possibly, they hadn't even felt the threat to the prophet, or had at least been powerless to stop it.

“I can't help him with those,” Michael said.

Rufus just scoffed again. “I didn't ask you to. Honestly, all I want from you right now is to stay in bed. We can talk about everything else later... Adam, was it?”

“Michael. Adam is...” Michael shook his head. “It's complicated.”

Not really, Adam said.

Well I would have to start with the fact that angels exist. And then I would have to explain why we didn't stop this, Michael countered.

Oh, so it's complicated for you. Gotcha.

Michael sighed.

“I think we should sleep now,” he said aloud. “This body is very weak.”

“Sure.” Rufus stood up from his chair and started walking towards the door. He stopped before stepping outside though. “You know, any regular human would have been dead before we got them to the camp.”

Michael hummed in acknowledgement. There wasn't much angel left in him, but... just a speck, a spark, was still there.

Maybe it would rekindle, and his strength would return.

Or maybe not.

They would have to wait and see. And for now, apparently, sleep.

[rotkad]

HI OP uh

I got a few guys,,,

Kavir [he/him]

Kavir is among the older ones of the gang, he was picked last minute so he was a little bit behind everyone else. He was a bit of an oddball among them and he knows that but he doesn't know why. Though, that never deterred him from giving it his all. He always tries to befriend anyone he meets, even the monsters who captured him.

But after watching Sua die, he wanted to play hero and try to save Mizi, Ivan and Till, not really caring so much for Luka, knowing he was the fan favorite.

Suffice to say, his plan isn't going as well as he hoped it would

Tsumiki [or just Tsu in this AU] [she/her]

Tsu was an odd one from the start. No one expected her to pass. And she herself didn't care if she did or not.

She freaked everyone in their district out, mostly because of her weird obsession with bugs, dissection and monster anatomy. The monster caretakers themselves would go out of their way to avoid her. There were even rumors going around that she had attacked some of them.

What's worse, Tsu's music was uncomfortable to listen to. Not that it was bad, her singing talent was wonderful but the songs themselves were grimey and disgusting. And the monsters hated it but they couldn't vote her out. They say it's like somehow her singing compelled them to keep her in the game. Or rather, maybe it forced them.

Stacy [she/her]

A boisterous and boastful young woman. Her voice was incredible and the monsters went mad over it, she was even rivalling the popularity of Luka.

Given her good looks and captivating personality, the monsters practically let her do and get whatever she pleased. She was spoiled rotten by her adoring fans and caretakers. And she was happy to have that leverage over others. But she dreaded death. She dreaded it more than anything.

So one night, when she disappeared, everyone was confused. Even her fellow competitors. She had everything she wanted, so why would she run away?

Where did she even go?

Concepts for other ocs that belong to other universe so just have an ALNST AU

Rex - fish enthusiast, attacked a monster, was detained, broke out, now helping Mizi and Hyuna

Mela and Sero - twin idols that will only perform together

Darling - actively trying to befriend monsters to save her friends

Aido - wasn't even supposed to be in the competition but forced her way in. immediately proceeds to rebel against the monsters

Some other concepts I haven't expanded on yet!!!

Mordekai - Rigged votes / bribed judges to get further into the competition

Nora - Lost her jaw in an attack from Luka, needs a robot voice to speak and sing

Kev - Has a crush on Sua? Or a hatred for her? Probably? She doesn't really know

Yuké - Actual crush on Ivan. Very graceful and angelic on stage but is literally just a bumbling mess of emotions

Moire - actively trying to help the monsters kill the other humans

Goro - doesn't understand what's happening / doesn't know people are actually dying so he decides to play with his life at any chance he gets

AND THATS IT so sorry for infodumping GRYDYVJ

just curious, I haven't seen many ALNST OCs out there (at least here on Tumblr). Does anyone have an ALNST OC they'd like to maybe share about ,,,,

[wagner-fell]

Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.

They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”

Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.

The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.

Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.

Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.

Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.

Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.

After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.

Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.

Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.

“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.

“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.

“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”

“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.

“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”

“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”

“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”

“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”

Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m literally Chinese.”

“Homophobic, then.”

“Pansexaul,” he sang.

Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”

“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”

The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.

“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”

“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.

“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”

Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.

“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”

“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,

He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.

“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.

“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.

“Your voice!”

“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”

“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.

“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.

“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.

The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.

Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”

“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”

“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.

“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.

“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.

“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”

“Run me over with a cement truck.”

“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”

“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”

Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am on the trans spectrum but I am not mtf. If you are and you feel misrepresented please feel free to private message me or just leave a comment tell me how I can fix it.

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[simonsrosebud]

the one where someone doesn’t know who kevin day is, pt. 2

part one three four five

dalton’s apartment becomes a common occurrence over the next month.  kevin kisses dalton into the couch cushions, and then the bed.  and this one time it’s almost the same, except dalton interrupts.  “oh, hey, i’ll be at your game tomorrow- ah,” he breathes as kevin kisses down his neck.

kevin doesn’t like that.  no- he likes that, that dalton is willing to see him  do what he loves and all, but not that he told him right now.  because now he has to stop what he’s doing and explain.  explain that he’s pretty fucking famous in the exy world, that his mother is the creator of the sport, that he’s kevin day- what that entails.

but dalton takes it surprisingly easily.  he thinks it’s because he’s not invested in the sport in the way almost everyone else kevin knows is and just doesn’t get it, or maybe because he actually likes kevin for kevin and just doesn’t care about his past and the weight of his name.

because after kevin’s done dalton kisses away his frown and climbs onto his lap.  “don’t worry, hot shot, you’re still just a history nerd to me.”

kevin upgrades dalton and his friend to his family seats.  his friend seems to know exactly who he is when he goes up to them before warm ups, and by the guys face kevin realizes that dalton definitely didn’t tell his friend who they’d come for.

kevin hugs dalton.  “i’m not out yet,” he whispers.  “otherwise i’d kiss you.”

dalton grins like a child.  “later.”  he shrugs.

andrew mocks him in the car to fox tower after their win.  “invite your boyfriend?”  and he freezes.  “fuck you for thinking i’m an idiot.”

kevin thanks god that nicky rode with matt.  aaron and neil both look at him, though.  “you’re dating someone?”  neil will never not be oblivious.  aaron just sneers.

kevin stays quiet.  he should’ve known better from andrew, after all.  but he pulls out his phone.  come pick me up?

be there in 30, we're walking home from the stadium LOL

it's enough time to go hang out with the rest of the team and the vixens in the lounge, dan would kill him if he didn't show at all.  but he must lose track of time because eventually the door opens and instead of another fox it's dalton.  it's not enough to pause conversations, even though kevin is sure they all at least notice.

when kevin follows him out dalton knocks shoulders with his and smiles.  “are you drunk?  i noticed they were drinking.”

“no.  i’m um, i’m-i’m four months... sober.”

dalton is a pure angel because he smiles at kevin as he drives.  “that’s good, kev, i’m proud of you for that.”  and he doesn’t make him explain, or ask questions.  he takes it at face and lets it go, and it makes kevin want to bask in the feeling he gets from it.  it’s a different kind of trust than he’s used to.

he texts andrew that he’s not coming home for the night.  as soon as they get inside dalton’s place he has his lips on kevin’s.  “looked really hot tonight,” he mumbles and lets kevin walk him backwards towards his room.  “wish you still had your uniform on.  so strong,” and squeals when kevin picks him up.

“stop talking, d”

the next morning dalton drops him off at the stadium for training.  he doesn’t see anyone else there, so he lets dalton grab his face and kiss him before climbing out with a smile.

it fades when he sees nicky and allison staring at him as they exit the stadium.  he forgot it was therapy week for the team.

kevin freezes up.  nicky’s grinning, and allison continues walking to her car.  “wait!”  nicky wiggles his eyebrows when kevin grabs his arm.  “for once in your life, nicky, please don’t tell anyone.”

and it’s weird, because nicky kind of loses his smile.  “are you gay?  or bisexual?”

shrug.  “second.”

“are you serious about not telling people?  you’re obviously not out yet.”  kevin nods, and nicky smiles.  “i won’t tell.  i can keep secrets, you know, when they matter.”

kevin looks to allison, who looks to nicky.  “we’ve all noticed you hanging out with that guy lately.  if a bet about you two boning comes up we’re splitting the pot.”  nicky nods.  “secrets safe with me, then.”

kevin doesn’t tell them that andrew and neil know.  allison’s stubborn and he’s lucky he got her to keep her mouth shut on the first try.

he’s still moody during practice, though.  on their way back, andrew drives right past fox tower and to dalton’s apartment.  kevin doesn’t even realize until the car stops.  “what are-“

“get out.  you’re not allowed back until your mood is gone.”  and kevin could just walk back.  it’s only a fifteen minute walk, honestly, but he doesn’t really want to.  he wants dalton to wrap his body around him so he can take a nap and he wants to just hug him.  he’s realized over time that he’s been incredibly touch starved, and he’s become a fan of bear hugs.

he could feel himself distracted during practice, worrying himself over if he should tell the public that he’s bi to get ahead of it and worrying over what he and dalton are.  if it’s going in a direction that would even give him reason to come out.

so when dalton lets him in with a smile at the unexpected visit, kevin kind of falls into his arms and hugs him.  “can you hold me.”  it’s a different type of vulnerability, but dalton takes it with grace.

and eventually, when dalton’s lying on him with a hand in his hair, he asks, “do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

kevin snaps his head to look at him.  he runs his hand up dalton’s bare back.  “i’ve never been in a real relationship before.  my last one... she was toxic for me.”  triggering would be more accurate.

“that’s okay,” he whispers, his hand slides down to kevin’s face and he drags his thumb down his lip.  “just want you, kev.”

it’s the first time he thinks he’s ever heard something along those lines, and it hits so deep.  he rolls over dalton and kisses him into the mattress.

the foxes have a field day with it.

kevin doesn’t tell them, but he realizes two weeks later that allison was right when she guessed about them starting bets, and it doesn’t help when kevin brings dalton back to the suite only to find the upperclassmen and cousins all spread out on the couches and floor- minus renee and aaron.  he freezes and starts to walk backwards but andrew steps in front of him.  “stay.”

“why.”  but andrew doesn’t answer because he’s already said his piece, and kevin almost ignores him until neil pulls the vice captain card and forces him to stay.

kevin wants to hit him.

“it’s fine, kev,” dalton practically pulls him to the group.  dan greets him first and introduces herself.  “we’re playing never have i ever, drinking edition, if you wanna play, but you’ve got to drink for kevin, too”

and dalton’s wanted kevin’s friends to like him ever since he first saw them, so he doesn’t really want to say no.

“this is a bad idea.  they don’t play nice,” kevin says to dalton.  and he’s right.  the foxes don’t really play the game right, and all they do is go for each other.

kevin starts.

never have i ever payed a guy to knock me out:  neil takes a drink with murder in his eyes.  andrew’s behind him and flicks the back of his head.  he isn’t playing, but he’s not letting neil get wasted without being close by.  and also, he kind of lives there.

never have i ever gone to a peaceful exy banquet:  no one drinks, and for some reason it makes them all burst into laughter.

never have i ever done cracker dust:  dan says that one with a drunk pointed look.  the cousins, neil, and dalton for kevin all drink.

never have i ever had a panic attack over getting a phone:  neil

never have i ever kissed the same gender:  neil, nicky, allison, dalton takes two swigs.

never have i ever dated someone outside of exy:  nicky and dalton for kevin.

never have i ever broken a bone:  kevin, matt, aaron

broken a hand:  kevin

witnessed kevin having a meltdown:  everyone

lived with my dad for two years without telling him he was my dad:  kevin shoots daggers at allison.  dalton drinks for him.

had to get shitfaced to get a tattoo:  kevin

sent neil to west virginia:  kevin

seen kevin’s real smile:  dalton, neil

dated kevin:  dalton.  it settles a few bets all at once.

given kevin a blowjob:  dalton laughs before taking a drink, but that’s the last straw for kevin.  he’s sober as all hell and not letting them take the piss out of him and dalton like this.  “we’re leaving.”  he pulls dalton up.

dalton has an arm around his shoulders and his head ducked by kevin’s.  “s’fun, hm?”

kevin’s not having it.  it was not fun and he had reasons he didn’t want dalton meeting the foxes yet and the whole thing was fucked over because neil pulled the VC card and dalton was too nice to decline it.

neil says, in french.  “you knew he’d find out at some point”

kevin is furious.  “none of you had the right pulling the shit you did tonight.  i’ll fucking kill you.”  and he grabs dalton by the waist to escort him out.

all posts/updates relating to this au can be found in the “OC: dalton miller” tag!

[apocalypseornaw]

Always be Yours-6

Word Count: 3,105

Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Follows Dean and reader through season 9 into season 10

Chapter Summary: Cas runs across a case so you and Dean go to check it out

Warnings: usual fighting and cursing. Mention of suicide

Kevin finally emerged from his room to say he’d had some big breakthrough with the angel tablet so you, Dean and Sam followed him into the library and watched as he unloaded his arm load of notes onto the tables. You stepped forward and picked up one of the sheets then glanced at Sam and held it out as Dean picked up a few sheets and looked them over as well “Kev, sweetie your big news is that you translated the tablet into doodles?”

“It’s cuneiform” he corrected and when neither of you seemed to understand what he meant he further explained “I hit a wall translating the tablet into english but I found an ancient codex linking the angel script to proto-elamite cuneiform and I was able to translate the tablet and the footnotes into elamite which is..” “Doodles?” Dean guessed and Kevin sighed “It’s extinct”

“Well can you read it?” Sam asked and you tried not to let the disappointment show on your face when Kevin’s answer was “No one can. Scholars have tried for centuries” “So it’s a dead end” you pushed as Dean sat down in the chair you’d been leaning on the back of but Kevin shook his head “Not quite. Now most proto-elamite is abstract but I was able to decipher one phrase from Metatron’s footnotes..falling angels” Dean looked over his shoulder at you then at Sam who said “Ok, so the footnotes refer to Metatron’s spell?” “Maybe?” Kevin shrugged and you let out a breath. Maybe didn’t get you any closer to a solution for Cas or anyone else for that matter. 

Sam nodded then walked over to a shelf of books “Well maybe if we can decipher the footnotes then we can reverse the spell..” “and punt those winged dicks back to heaven” Dean finished and you shook your head at his choice of words but they were dicks for trying to hurt Cas for something he hadn’t really known would happen. “Well, where do we start?” you asked and Sam started handing out from the stack of books he’d plucked off the shelf “Research” 

You took the book he offered you and pulled the chair out next to Dean “So we comb through the library, see if we can find anything else on elamite?” Sam nodded then sat down next to Kevin with two books. Dean cut his eyes at you then read the title of the book Sam had passed him “Zimmerman’s encyclopedia of extinct languages: volume one. Adai to atakapa.. How many volumes are there?” “Twenty four” Kevin replied and you tried to hide your laugh with a cough when Dean groaned at his answer.

You were flipping through volume three when Dean’s phone rang. You glanced up when he stood up and walked away from the table but when Sam looked your way you quickly turned your attention back to the book in your hands. 

A few minutes passed before Dean walked back over and tapped his phone on the table to get all of your attention “Cas has a case in Rexford. Four missing, presumed dead. Strange substance at the scene. Sounds worth checking out” “Ok? So what flavor of weird is he thinking?” you asked but Dean shrugged “He didn’t say” “Who’s going because Kev needs help with the research” you spoke not glancing up until he said “Why don’t you? We worked pretty well in the hospital together against the angels and Sam's better at the research side anyways” you looked at him then at Sam for help but Sam bless his pretty little head simply shrugged.

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You sat in the passenger side of the impala trying your best to act as if you weren’t alone with Dean. “Why can’t we see Cas?” you finally asked and he shook his head “He’s catnip for angels” “Yeah and we left Zeke at the bunker inside Sammy in case you forgot.. Hell we’re catnip for angels from what went down at the hospital and in Detroit. I want to at least check on him. Please?” You weren’t above begging and knew you struck a cord with Dean when you said please. He sighed “Fine. If we can find him, we’ll check on him. Ok?” “Thank you” you replied and reached over to turn up the radio.

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Dean stopped a little way out of Rexford for you both to change into your fed suits. The most recent crime scene was a cabin so that’s where you headed first. 

When you rolled on scene the entire place was still taped off and crawling with cops. You grabbed your ID then followed Dean since he was the one to call ahead and talk to the sheriff.

He met the two of you at the tape and waved a deputy off “This is Agent Ermey and Agent Speight” you and Dean both nodded to the deputy then followed the sheriff. “So four missing?” you asked but the sheriff clarified “Four dead. Just got confirmation” You looked towards Dean who asked “Any common threads you can think of?” “Well Joe in there had the suicide hotline on speed dial. The gal before him was a shut in, had enough antidepressants in her medicine cabinet to stock a pharmacy. The first victims were a married couple out of Sugar City, pretty much a walking billboard for no-fault divorce” “Were they all basket cases?” Dean asked with that bluntness of his you’d come to look for over the time you’d known him.

The sheriff glanced away “If you asked me to make a list of this county’s saddest sacks, these four would’ve been right on top”  you nodded then spoke “All right so four unhappy people, one of them definitely suicidal, but you’ve ruled out suicide?” The sheriff looked from you to Dean then got some booties to cover your shoes and some gloves from one of the deputies “You’re going to want to out these on” You raised your eyebrows but leaned over to pull the booties on over the flats you wore with your fed suit then pulled the gloves onto your hands. Once you and Dean looked ready for surgery the sheriff lead the two of you inside.

The inside of the cabin absolutely reeked and it took you a moment to register just what exactly was covering every surface. “This look like suicide to you agents?” The sheriff asked and you swallowed hard as you looked at Dean. Just what in the hell had caused this? 

You motioned to the substance that was everywhere “Correct me if I’m wrong sheriff but is this excuse the way I’m about to put this but is this everything? Like blood, meat, organs and skin?” The sheriff nodded “If the tests come back same as the others. Yes ma’am. Like these poor souls got  run through the world’s finest wood chipper” “What about witnesses?” Dean questioned as you let your eyes skim across the walls and the remains of “Joe”

“Same as the rest. Neighbors reported some kind of pink flash, by the time we got here all that was left was this” the sheriff answered looking around. Dean thanked the sheriff and handed him a card before leading you back outside. You stripped the booties and gloves then tossed them into the bag the deputy at the door held. 

When you finally made it back to baby you looked at Dean as he slid behind the wheel “What the hell did that?” He shrugged but was already dialing his phone “I’m going to call Sam and Kevin, see if they can find anything to point us in the right direction. Meantime you geared up good enough?” you nodded “Silver bullets with devils’ traps, holy water and an angel blade” he smirked “That’s my girl” then pulled the phone up to his ear as he backed out from Joe’s yard and pulled onto the road leading into town.

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After finding out Sam and Kevin hadn’t gotten anywhere, Dean suggested they try getting Crowley to assist on the translation then you and him stopped to change back into civilian clothes,grabbed coffee and headed into the center of the town. So far you’d tried emf, looked for hex bags and sulfur to not avail. You had no clue what had happened to those four people.

You glanced out your window then hit Dean’s arm “STOP” “OW. What for?” you pointed to the Gas N Sip “CAS!”

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You waited out at baby while Dean headed in to talk to Cas. He made him leave so he had to face him alone. 

You were going through what lore you’d downloaded onto your laptop while Dean was in the store. You texted Sam to see how his luck had been with Crowley and weren’t too surprised when he sent back “What do you think?”

The driver’s door opening made you look up from where you’d been sitting with your legs stretched across the backseat and grinned when you saw Cas was with Dean “There’s my favorite set of blue eyes” Cas smiled softly at you “Hello Y/N” and climbed into the passenger seat. Dean updated you on the fact that there had been another killing at the local high school and that apparently Cas had a date later that night “Ooh the blonde? She’s hot” both of them looked back at you so you shrugged “What? I got to pick one type that I like?” Dean shook his head with a laugh and pulled out onto the road.

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You flashed your badge at the deputy and nodded in Cas’ direction “He’s with us” the school ground was crawling with deputies and it made your stomach turn to know whatever was doing the killing had taken out someone this young.

Dean headed to talk to the deputy who had a witness but you noticed Cas stop to look at the bus that was covered in the same substance that Joe’s cabin had been covered in. “Cas, do you know what this is?” he nodded slowly “As a matter of fact, I do”

He looked back towards baby so you offered “Let’s walk away from it” he told you where he’d seen the substance before and the knot in your stomach grew with the information. You spotted Dean when he headed your way “You two ok?” you looked at Cas “He’s seen this before” “What, where?” Dean asked so Cas replied “In heaven” 

“So an angel did this?” Dean questioned and you nodded even before Cas explained “It’s not ordinary angel. This is bad, this is very bad” just seeing Cas that worried scared the hell out of you.

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The Rit Zien was a special class of angel. Rit Zien was enochian for “Hands of mercy” They functioned like medics tending to the wounded, healing those that could be healed and putting down those who were past saving.

Cas explained to you and Dean that the Rit Zien honed in on pain like a beacon. So when this particular one fell to earth he heard the victims’ cries, their anguish same as he heard the angels in heaven. He was continuing his heavenly work down on earth. 

Cas turned down going along to hunt down the angel and it was a shock to realize Cas was scared. “We got this” You assured him patting his shoulder so Dean added “Go on that date. Have a little bit of a normal life” 

“I need a ride” Cas said and you smiled at him “Well you’re sitting in the sexiest ride this town currently has in it”

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You were laid across the backseat of the impala using your jacket as a pillow when Dean pulled to a stop in front of Nora’s house so you sat up. “Nice place” 

Cas started to get out with his work vest still on so Dean stopped him. “You can’t wear that” “This is all I have” you leaned up and took a good look at him “Take the vest off” he did as you asked and Dean nodded approvingly “Unbutton a few buttons” Cas did that also so you threw in “And untuck your shirt!” he did that then threw his hands up at you both “Good enough?” you shamelessly checked him out and saw a hint of a smile “She won’t know what hit her”

“Always open the door for her, ask a lot of questions they like that” you knew Dean was offering Cas help but you popped him lightly behind the head at that “They” comment. He cut his eyes at you in the mirror and added “If she says she’s happy to go dutch, she’s lying” and patted Cas on the chest “Go get em tiger” you leaned up and kissed Cas on the cheek “Be yourself. That’s enough” then he climbed out of the car. 

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You and Dean hadn’t got all the way across town when his phone rang from the sheriff. The analysis from the first crime scene came back. Only the wife’s dna was present. Meaning the husband was still out there making him the most likely to be the vessel.

The two of you headed straight for the sheriff’s office and there your thoughts were confirmed. The husband had found religion then gotten obsessed with Buddy Boyle’s podcast.You and Dean were going over the files the sheriff had on the couple when he stopped on one photo and showed you the truck “Is that the one that blocked us in?” he nodded “Excuse us sheriff, we got to go”

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The moment you made it into the door the angel sent you and Dean flying into a crumpled heap.You could hear the baby crying but considering you’d smacked your head going down and Dean’s weight was on your legs you couldn’t get up.

Dean slid his angel blade to Cas at the last moment and Cas buried it home. You pulled your legs out from under Dean and headed for the baby while Dean helped Cas to his feet.

You scooped her up and turned to look at the two of them “Everybody good?” they nodded and you let out a breath “Good”

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You and Dean ended up staying with Cas until Nora got back from her date and between the three of you the baby finally calmed and went back to sleep. When Nora got there you and Dean headed outside to call Sam while Cas spoke to Nora.

The news from Sam was about the worst you could get. The spell Metatron did was irreversible. The angels couldn’t get back into heaven.

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It hurt having to leave Cas yet again but he was safe from the angels and adapting. You knew it was for the best even if you wished more than anything he could come home to the bunker.

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You were silent for the first couple hours of the ride back to Lebanon until Dean bumped your knee with his hand. “Want to stop and grab a bite to eat?” you rolled your head to look over at him “Sure, might as well”

When the two of you headed into the diner he slung his arm around your shoulders “Go to admit Y/N, you’re a natural with kids sweetheart” you rolled your eyes and said “You weren’t so bad yourself Dean” with a laugh.The older waitress that was at the counter smiled at the two of you when you walked in and headed for a corner booth.

When she came to take your order she looked between the two of you “Can I just say how cute it is to see a couple get along so well?” your mouth fell open in shock and you expected Dean to correct her but he just winked at her and motioned to you “Look at her. How could I not get along with her?” you shot him a look then when the waitress left to place your orders you looked back at him “What the hell was that?” and he shrugged “Sweetheart I’ve been accused of a lot worse than managing to get you as mine” you felt your cheeks warm but ducked your head to hide it and said “You’re a natural flirt Dean, you know that?” and when you glanced back up he smiled “Tell me to stop and I will never flirt with you again” you took a sip of the water in front of you and shrugged “I’ve still not seen any flirting worth being impressed over” his eyes widened at that “So is that the issue? I’m not convincing enough?” 

A part of you still wondered if Charlie told him how you felt so you quickly threw back “I just know you don’t mean it” this time he looked a bit thrown but you could see the wheels turning in his head even when the waitress brought your food back over to the table.

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Dean was quiet throughout the two of you eating and even when you got back out to the impala. It wasn't until you were miles down the road that he finally spoke "Look Y/N, I know I'm a flirt. I like sex there's no shame in that but if I was to be with someone I'd be loyal to that person and I wouldn't say I wanted someone as a joke or a way to appease hurt feelings hell I'm too much of a jackass for that" you turned sideways in the seat and studied his profile for a moment considering he'd just poured his heart out without taking his eyes from the road. 

"Are you trying to say something Dean?" You asked feeling your heart jump into your throat with the hope that maybe just maybe he was. That hope was squashed when he shook his head "Not really. I just don't want you thinking I'm one of those types of guys is all" "Oh, well don't worry about that Dean. We're good" you replied with a smile then straightened up in the seat pulling your jacket up on you as a blanket "Wake me when we get home or if you want me to drive some" 

He cut his eyes at you with a smirk "Home it is"

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A King on a Leash ch8

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn’t keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter’s life is  in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the  only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that  to happen.

Sequel to A Doll on a String

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

Warnings: torture, murder, mafia au, graphic description of a panic attack, orgasm denial, possessive behavior, jealousy

Fists, a knife, a flambe torch, and two hours later and Tony had everything he needed. He sent Natasha off to find Bucky. Together they would gather up their teams and corner this cousin of Suarez's. Ricardo, but everyone calls him 'Chili'. How intimidating. They dumped the body off a pier, then Tony noticed the time. Shit. He was going to be late to pick up Peter.

"Hap," he said through the phone. "You available to pick Peter up today?"

"Sorry, Boss, I'm across town. You can't make it?"

"Fuck. I'll have his guards drive him home."

"Sorry, Tony. Wish I could make it. Want me to call and make some threats before they pick him up?"

"No," he sighed. "I'm sure I can manage. Thanks anyway, Hap."

"No problem, Boss."

Tony ended the call and dialed Kevin, the head of Peter's guards when Happy wasn’t around. He would already be parked in front of the building to make sure it was safe.

"You're bringing Peter home, today. Make sure he comes straight home and don't you-"

"Boss?"

Tony clenched his jaw at being interrupted. Better be fucking important. "What is it?"

"You telling me this ain't your car the other Mr. Stark just got into?" the fear in his voice was icy.

His own heart was shot through with the same icy fear. "Tail them. Wherever they go. Call me when they stop."

He hung up and called Peter, hands clammy. Could Ricardo have gotten to him this fast? His man said he was in Jersey today, but he could have made the drive in the time it took to get it out of him. It could have been a distraction. Could have been a trap. Peter could be dead already.

"Tony?" Peter answered. Tony sighed, instantly soothed. He didn't sound scared or stressed or otherwise in trouble. He was okay.

"Baby where are you?"

"You didn't get my texts?"

Tony checked his phone. As he looked, four messages arrived in series. He sighed. Stupid warehouse reception. Sometimes it knocked out his signal.

"Sorry, baby. Tell me where you are."

"I'm just going to dinner with some friends. Sorry if I scared you."

Tony relaxed into his seat. He's okay. He's alive. His own heart still raced. "It's okay, sweetheart, I'm not mad."

"That's an awful lot of pet names for not being mad."

Tony took a deep breath. "Next time, make sure I got your message before you leave. Please?"

"Of course. I love you, Tony. Go enjoy an evening to yourself, okay? I'll be home late."

"Sure, angel. Have fun. Tell your friends I said 'hi'."

"Will do." Peter kissed him through the phone. "See you at home."

"Love you, Peter."

"Love you, Tony."

The call ended. Tony sighed and stared out the window. He didn't like the cold, anxious, feeling of being without Peter. 'Enjoy an evening to yourself', yeah right. He sat and fiddled with the ring on his finger. Then ice shot through his heart.

Friends?

Friends. Plural. Peter has two best friends: Gwen and MJ. They hate each other. Sure, he goes out with the girls he dances with every now and then, but he doesn't call them friends. He calls them 'the girls'. MJ has a girlfriend. He could be going out with them together, but MJ wouldn't have met him at the performance hall because she hates Gwen. Even if she had she couldn't afford a car that would be confused with one of Tony's. What friends?

His first instinct was to call him back and ask, but no. He didn't want Peter to think he was being overbearing. He deserves his own space. Fuck, it was killing him, though. Like a blessing from God, Kevin called.

"Boss?"

"Where is he, Kev?"

Poor Kevin sounded like he might throw up. "He's at that Italian place you guys like and he's with friends."

"Which friends?"

"Uh," he paused. "The blonde girl and a guy. I've never seen him before."

There was a guy that he danced with, but he and Peter never got along so they don't hang out. He would have remembered if Peter had made amends with him. "Describe him."

"Expensive looking suit, short brown hair, maybe an inch or two taller than Mr. Stark. Looked around the same age. Couldn't see much of his face from here, but he was clean-shaven."

Harry Osborn.

"Call in the second car. I want men inside. I'll call Leonardo and let him know you're with me."

"Yes, sir."

It hurt. It genuinely fucking hurt. And it was stupid. Why did he feel like Peter was cheating on him? Of course he would want to see an old friend. Harry had been gone for years, they would want to catch up. At least Gwen was with them. She was very straight laced, she wouldn't let Peter run off with him- What the fuck was he even thinking? Of course Peter wouldn't. He took a deep breath but it didn't stop the panic. He couldn't breathe. The car was suffocating him. He climbed out and nearly fell onto the sidewalk.

His driver got out and came around the side.

"You alright, Boss?"

"Fine-" he choked. "Just need a minute. Wait in the car."

He looked unsure, but he did what he was told.

Tony's mind spun with thoughts that didn't quite connect and weren't entirely coherent.

Should start going to his practices with him... Should tell him he's not allowed to dance anymore. What if he leaves? What if he doesn't come home? I should kill Harry Osborn. What if I caught them together? What if Peter wants him? What if he's better than me? What if he's better for Peter than me? I should go to the restaurant. I should call Peter. I should go home. Why can't I breathe?

Tony sat down on the curb and put his head between his knees. He didn't want to imagine what he looked like, a Mafia Boss, a capital 'B' Boss, sitting on the ground like a kid at a Macy's parade. Cue the fucking confetti and tootsie rolls.

His phone rang. It was Peter. He answered without thinking, then realized his throat was thick and he probably sounded like he was crying. Was he crying?

"What the fuck, Tony? I can't go to dinner without a babysitter?"

Tony gulped down air. The sound of his voice, even venomous and angry, helped to soothe him. "No, baby, you can't." His voice came out thick and gravelly and probably sounded more angry than upset.

"And why not?" He could just see him, hiding in the bathroom so no one would here them argue. A hand on his hip and the other clutched around his phone. Teeth clenched and hair disheveled where he ran a frustrated hand through it.

"Because you're mine," Tony said, a little smile on his lips.

He heard Peter sigh. "I know I'm in trouble and all, but can't your men wait outside?"

"You need all the protection you can get, angel. I won't let anything happen to you." Or anyone, he thought.

A pause, then another sigh. "Fine. You're right. Sorry, I overreacted."

"It's okay. I'm glad you called."

"Are you okay?"

Tony stood up and brushed himself off. He looked at the people passing him by as if they were the ones who were strange. "I will be when this is over."

There was a pause. "Should I cancel dinner?" He sounded so upset. Tony couldn't take something from him if it really meant that much. Though, he couldn't say that it didn't feel good to be reminded that he could. If he walked into that restaurant and dragged Peter out no one would stop him. Hell, Peter would blush and make excuses but he wouldn't argue. Not in public. Not when it could tarnish Tony's image.

"No, angel. Enjoy your dinner." And think of me, he thought. Remember the guards I sent to protect you. Remember that I'm always just a call away.

"You sure?"

"Of course. Be safe. Don't go anywhere alone." Just come home. Just ditch him and come home.

"I'll be careful. You be careful, too."

"I love you, Peter." More than anything. Anything at all.

"Love you, Tony." Why? What's worth loving when I'm weak like this?

On shaking legs, Tony got back in the car. Cold and pale, he cleared his throat. Then he barked at the driver to take him home.

Peter wasn’t late, but it felt like it. Especially since Tony had spent a good while on the bathroom floor throwing up into the toilet. He had showered and brushed his teeth and he prayed Peter didn't smell the vomit on him. He was relaxing by an artificial fire, forcing himself to read a book, when Peter came in. He was all smiles, walking on air. He floated across the room to give Tony a kiss.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Nothing." He let Peter take the book from his hands and set it aside. Then he sat straddling his lap. "There's my angel." He brushed Peter's hair from his forehead. He had to get himself under control. He'd been completely sick until Peter got home. He felt like he'd been holding his breath up until the moment Peter's weight settled in his lap. He closed his eyes and breathed him.

"Did you miss me?" Peter cooed, angel sweet. He smelled like fresh Italian herbs and restaurant hand soap.

Tony shrugged. "Should I?"

Peter gave him a coy smile. "I know what missed me." He slipped down to the floor and pushed apart Tony's legs. His skinny fingers trailed over his crotch. A slave to his husband, the man that was supposed to be his plaything and not the other way around, Tony's cock started to thicken at the touch. He let his legs spread wider, let his head fall back as Peter's hot little mouth made a wet spot on the front of his pants. He could feel the heat, the tease of suction through too many layers. After suffering so many bad feelings throughout the day, the promise of pleasure made him hungry.

"Don't tease, sweetheart."

Peter looked up at him with a mischievous smile on his face. He continued to suck on the fabric, moaning like it was his cock, like he could taste it through the material. Tony stared, his expression dark. He reached slowly down to unbuckle his belt and pulled it off. Peter sat still and waited watching as he took out his cock.

Tony admired the way he licked his bottom lip as be eyed the belt in his hands before he eyed Tony's cock. He looked up, asking for permission.

"Get your mouth on it. No hands."

Without a question, Peter bent and took his cock into his mouth. Tony finally felt some of the days tension leave him. He let Peter get him hard and wet, then he used the belt to pulled Peter in, letting it curve against the back of his head, and pulled him down until his tongue reached his balls. He pulled down with the belt and thrust his hips forward, burying as deeply as he could in his throat. His head fell back against the chair. Peter wretched, body trembling between his legs. Tony let him up before he could puke up his dinner. He looked down at Peter to see his eyes glassy and his mouth open and dripping with spit.

"What a good little toy you are. Gonna be my fleshlight, baby?"

Peter moaned. "Yes, daddy." Fuck, that look on his face, cock stupid and perfect. Ready to do anything he asked.

"That's a good boy."

He got his mouth back on Tony's cock and Tony used the belt to guide him. He kept his mouth open wide and let Tony have what he wanted, appearing more fuck hole than man.

"You're daddy's perfect little slut aren't you?"

Peter gurgled on his cock, unable to answer.

"Should keep you tied to the bed. Use you whenever I want." Never let you leave. He liked the sound of that.

Peter was so good, so patient, and obedient. Tony's treatment of his throat was brutal, tortuous, yet he sat with his hands in lap. Tears ran down his cheeks and spit down his chin. Daddy's good obedient pet. Perfect and beautiful and all his. All his.

He let Peter go and sat stroking himself, watching him gasp. Once he recovered enough, he sat up, mouth open waiting for his cum. Tony painted him with it, coating his face in sticky white, hardly any ended up in his waiting mouth. And Peter sat, still and patient until Tony wiped the cum from his eyes. Then he blinked up at him, licking his lips.

"Can I cum, daddy?"

Tony thought a moment. "No," he decided. He could spend tomorrow hard and thinking about Tony and not thinking about Osborn and Tony would feel a little better about his dinner outing.

"Clean your face and strip for me."

"Yes, sir." Peter wiped cum from his cheeks and licked his fingers clean. Tony scooped some off his forehead when he missed it. Peter happily suckled his fingers, humming and closing his eyes. Like having any part of Tony inside him was bliss. Then he stood and stripped out of his clothes. Tony looked at his cock, fully hard and needy.

"Come sit with me, angel."

Peter sat down on his lap, happy when Tony gave him a deep kiss. Then slowly started to kiss down his neck. His fingers teased his bare thigh. He brushed them over his hard cock, adoring the way his cock jumped under his touch. "Tell me about your dinner. Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah," he began, notably breathless. "Harry was back in town so- so Gwen and I took him out." He stuttered as Tony sucked on his neck. He grinned against the fresh bruises he made.

"That sounds nice," he said.

He wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly stroked him. Peter licked his swollen lips.

"It was fun. I missed Harry. I missed you, too, of course. I'm not used to having dinner without you."

Tony sucked another mark into his skin, increasing the pressure until Peter whined and his hands touched his chest. Then he thought, just one more, and sucked another mark just above his Adam's apple.

"What's gotten into you?" Peter asked, breathless and clinging to his chest.

"Nothing." Tony threaded his fingers through his hair and kissed him again. He licked away the taste of cum from his mouth until he could taste Peter underneath. His Peter.

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Of Husbands and Murder

word count: 3k

written for the prompt “Noir” for Their Love Was Real

Dean had a great life.

He worked as a mechanic during the day, and he loved his job. Every evening, he came home to his husband. Said husband made some fucking awesome pie. On weekends, he played DnD with his best friend. His brother called him at least once a week from college.

And, of course, he was a serial killer.

Late at night, sometimes Dean would get an itch that he had to scratch. A thirst that couldn’t be quenched. Nothing else did it. The only thing that sated it were the pained screams of whoever he had tied to his chair and the blood that spilled across the warehouse floor. The only thing that truly satisfied him was cleaning up after, seeing the flecks of blood mixed in with his freckles, and the dangerous glint in his eyes.

When he got home and the itch was scratched, he’d crawl back into bed, and in the morning, Cas would be none the wiser that he had ever been gone, and life continued.

Change someone’s oil. Fix the brakes on a Toyota. Come home covered in grease. Take a shower. Steal kisses from his husband. Hang out with Charlie on weekends. Jokingly remind Sam not to go to any keggers. Off someone. Repeat. Such was the life of Dean Winchester.

This time, the itch came in the middle of January.

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Like most November days, it was blustery and cold. Dean liked it that way. If someone off the streets went missing, well, it would be assumed that they froze to death. Days would pass before the body would be found, marked and warranting a front page headline. Easier for him.

“Boy! You got any spark plugs there?”

“Uh….” Dean glanced around the area where he was working. “Nope. Sorry, Bobby.”

“Balls. We’re out.”

“What do you need them for?” Dean asked, turning back to the engine he was working with. “Someone need theirs replaced?”

Bobby leveled him with a glare from beneath his baseball cap. “No, I wanna turn ‘em into a necklace. Yes, a customer needs them.”

Dean raised his hands in surrender. “Woah. Didn’t know if you were just asking for inventory.”

“Since when do I do inventory? That’s Kevin’s job. He’s got exams, though, so he’s preoccupied at the moment.”

“He didn’t leave a list?”

Bobby huffed. “He did, but I can’t read it.”

Dean straightened up, wiping his hands on a towel. “Here, let me see.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow at him. “You think you can crack it.”

“How hard can it be?” Dean scoffed. “I had to read Sammy’s handwriting for years, I think I can manage Kev’s.”

Bobby grumbled something under his breath, moving towards his office.

Dean watched him disappear behind a large truck. When he was alone, the thirst came back, more persistent than it had been.

Tonight, Dean figured. He’d take care of it tonight. Just a few more hours of his shift, he’d see Cas, then he’d grab someone off the streets and parch his thirst.

Bobby came back and shoved a notebook into Dean’s hands. “Still think you can read it?”

Dean squinted at the— was that even writing? “The hell?”

“Exactly,” Bobby said.

“That’s not writing, it’s chicken scratch,” Dean said, shoving the notebook back at him. “Tell Kevin to type his notes instead.”

The day continued. Dean fixed a set of taillights on a pickup truck, changed the oil on a Honda, had to deal with the broken brakes on a Prius. By the time his shift was over, he was covered head to toe in grease. Just another day on the job.

After toweling the worst of it off, Dean gave Bobby a wave and made his way outside.

Singer’s Auto and Parts consisted of a large, out of the way garage that connected to a small room Bobby used as his office, a large parking lot out back for the cars they were fixing up, and a cracked stretch of asphalt where the employees parked. Not the most glamorous, but then again, neither was Dean.

He ducked into the Impala, the corner of his mouth turning up as her engine rumbled. The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant oranges, inky purples, and all the shades in between. Rush hour had just ended, leaving the streets emptying of cars but not deserted. Led Zeppelin blaring, Dean pulled out onto the road, headed for home.

He missed every red light, and within fifteen minutes, was pulling into the driveway and parking the car.

Cas was already inside, curled up on the couch, papers spread out on the coffee table in front of him. He looked up when Dean came in and smiled. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean smiled back. “Hey, Cas. ‘Nother essay?”

Cas shook his head. “Creative writing. Some of them are very good. Actually, I’m rather impressed by a number of them. This one, on the other hand….”

“Well, lemme take a shower, and then I’ll rescue you. Deal?”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Cas said. “Please, hurry.”

Dean mock saluted. “Yes, sir.”

Cas rolled his eyes.

As promised, the shower was quick, and in no time, Dean had shifted Cas’ papers aside and thrown himself down on the couch next to him. He dropped a kiss on the top of Cas’ head and threw an arm around him.

Cas leaned against him, head settling against Dean’s shoulder. “Marie is an excellent student,” he said, “and very creative, but I fail to understand her obsession with robots, ninjas, and ‘subtext.’”

Dean huffed a laugh. “‘Course you don’t.”

Cas looked away from his paper to glare at him.

Dean laughed harder. “It’s cute, Cas.”

The glare didn’t cease. “I don’t want to be cute. I’m not cute.”

“Whatever gets you through the night,” Dean said.

“You're insufferable,” Cas said.

“You love me anyway.”

“Yes.”

Dean grinned. “Love you, too.”

The itch squirmed beneath his skin, in his very bones. It was always better, more under control around Cas, but never gone.

He had to keep the night moving. As much as he loved this time with his husband, the itch was there and needed scratching. He needed to make someone bleed, needed to hurt, to kill. None of which would happen while Cas was still awake.

“So,” Dean said, “how do you feel about takeout for tonight? Because I really don’t wanna cook anything, and it’s kinda late.”

Cas nodded. “Chinese?”

“Sounds good. Want me to order?”

“As long as you don’t ‘forget’ to order stir fry or something else with vegetables.”

Dean groaned as he stood up. “Why the hell would you want vegetables?”

“Because they’re good.”

This time, Dean was the one to roll his eyes. “Fine. You owe me, though.”

Cas smirked triumphantly for the remainder of the night. It was especially wide when Dean actually ate the stir fry.

Not that Dean would ever admit it, but it was actually pretty good. Maybe a little more than pretty good.

By the time he and Cas were in bed, it was nearing ten o’clock. Surprisingly early. Cas seemed to have wanted to get into bed as well, which was unusual. When Dean asked him about it, he just shrugged it off and said, “I’ve been working since five o’clock this morning, I think I deserve a break.”

Dean pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Sure thing, angel.”

Something flashed briefly in Cas’ eyes, there and gone too quickly for Dean to dissect.

They crawled into bed, Dean curled protectively around Cas, listening to Cas’ breathing even out. Cas was so peaceful like this. Any other night, Dean would have stayed awake, kept watching him until he drifted off. Taking in every bit of Cas he could. But tonight….

As gently as he could, Dean extracted himself from around Cas, taking care not to disturb him. The bed creaked as he stood up, but there wasn’t any other movement. Good.

He crept through the house quietly, grabbing the keys off the counter, wincing when the door squeaked on his way out.

This time when Dean drove, there was no music. Just him, his car, the road, and the itch, the desire, the need. Clawing its way out from his core, begging for blood and screams. Just one person. That was all he needed. A person and a knife, and it would be dealt with. His knives had been left there. Now, all he needed was a guest.

There was a homeless person, dumpster diving in an alley that Dean saw halfway into the city. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen. His oversized coat was dirty, and his face smudged with grime. He was no one.

Perfect.

The Impala slowed and stopped on the side of the road.

“Need a lift?”

The kid looked up.

“I’ve also got a spare room, if you need it,” Dean added.

The kid’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “Hop on in.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” the kid asked suspiciously.

Dean shrugged. “Just gonna have to.”

“What’s your name?”

“Dean,” Dean said. “You?”

“Alfie,” the kid offered.

“Well, Alfie,” Dean said, putting on his most charming smile, “I’ll ask again: need a lift?”

Alfie got into the car.

The blood pounding in Dean’s ears with need got louder as Alfie slammed the passenger door shut behind him. Giving him no time to react, Dean seized the back of his head and slammed it against the dashboard. There was a satisfying thunk, and the kid’s eyes unfocused before he passed out.

Dean hit the gas.

________________

The warehouse was on the far edge of the city, far enough out that Dean wasn’t even sure it was a part of the city.

The building was rusting and dirty and old and abandoned. A little cliché, but since when had that hurt anyone?

Dean parked the Impala behind the warehouse, then ducked outside the car. He popped open the trunk. Shuffling aside some reusable bags, Dean found his buried stash of zip ties. Pocketing a few, he slammed the trunk shut, then went around to the passenger side door.

Alfie was still out cold. He didn’t even stir when Dean picked him up bridal style and carried him into the warehouse. Didn’t move when Dean used the zip ties to tie him to a chair, or grabbed some duct tape off a bench and covered his mouth.

He probably had at least ten minutes until he would come to. Ten minutes to kill. Ten minutes to decide what he wanted to do tonight to make him scream.

Dean kept his knives by a workbench in the far corner of the main room. To the best of his knowledge, it was your standard serial killer set-up; a wide array of weapons of varying sizes, shapes, and sharpness. Above them he had hung newspaper clippings, each with a headline pertaining to him.

Body Discovered Bearing Demonic Symbol

New Body Found, Not the Work of Angel Killer

Cult in Sioux Falls?

One Wasn’t Enough: Two Serial Killers in Sioux Falls?

Serial Killer on the Loose

Sioux Falls Murderer Dubbed “Demon Killer”

Demon Kills Again

Demon and Angel Killers Strike Again

Another Body Found With Demon Mark

Two Bodies Found In One Night

Trail of Bodies Leads Nowhere

Heaven and Hell Working Together?

Theories About Angel and Demon Killers Run Rampant

Some of the most recent articles made Dean the most curious. No longer was he the only person in Sioux Falls with the extra curricular activity murder. And this someone, dubbed the Angel Killer because of their tendency to spray paint coronas over the heads of their victims, had been around since before Dean moved there. Then Dean had started offing people. There was no connection between the two of them. And then, for whatever reason, this Angel Killer had started killing on the same nights as Dean. Why was that? Accidents didn’t happen accidentally. There was something there, more to it that coincidence, Dean was sure. But what?

Alfie groaned, the sound muffled slightly by the tape.

Dean grabbed a blade off the table, then turned to look at Alfie. “Good, You’re awake.”

Alfie was still out of it, struggling to make sense of the situation. His eyes widened when he saw the knife Dean was twirling in one hand.

This knife, in particular, was one of Dean’s favorites. It had a sturdy handle, and an even hardier blade. Part of it was sharp, smooth enough to slice skin with so much of a brush, while the other part of it was serrated like the jaws of some creature, perfect for ripping and tearing away chunks of flesh. Elegant and savage, all at once.

Dean smiled at the kid dangerously. “Glad you’re up. Would’ve had to go on without you if you hadn’t woken up in the next few minutes. After this, I’ve gotta get home. Work tomorrow. Husband to get back to.”

Alfie tried to shout something.

“Not gonna work, buddy. You’re not the first one to try.” He took a few steps closer, then used the tip of the blade to force up Alfie’s chin. “So,” Dean said, “ready to have some fun?”

There was a strangled sob as Dean lightly dragged the tip of the knife down Alfie’s throat, stopping when he reached his clavicle. With a swift motion, he sliced open the front of the kid’s jacket and shirt, exposing the upper part of his chest. It rose and fell rapidly, nothing like the calm inhales and exhales of Cas falling asleep. While that made something inside him flare warmly, this— the raw, unfiltered panic— filled him with satisfaction.

Dean smiled as he made his first incisions into the kid, felt more and more alive with each scream. Happily watched the blood drip to the floor, pool around the chair as he carved. This wasn’t his most precise work, but he only had a little while before he had to be back in bed. It didn’t matter that it was sloppy; it did the job.

Only after his chest and face had been completely mangled did Dean roll up the kid’s sleeve. With steady hands, he carved his signature into Alfie’s forearm, a seven-like shape that dug into the flesh. Dean took pleasure in the kid's heaving chest, reveled in knowing that his lungs weren’t getting enough air.

“Thanks, kid.” Dean grinned at him as he made the final line of the design, then drove the knife into his chest.

Alfie gargled wetly, then—

Nothing.

His body sagged in the chair, bound and bloody and lifeless.

The itch was gone.

Dean admired his work for a few moments, then pivoted to grab a cloth from his workbench to clean the blood off his knife. As he was wiping it down, there was a voice from behind him.

“So you’re the Demon Killer.”

Dean froze. He knew that voice.

“I always wondered what you did when you disappeared,” Cas said.

Dean turned around.

Cas was standing on the other side of the chair. He looked incredibly out of place amongst the carnage; he was still wearing his ridiculous bee pajamas, only with his trench coat thrown over them. His attention was turned to Alfie’s corpse. “You know what you’re doing,” Cas noted, as though this was a perfectly normal conversation. “It’s quite impressive. I should have expected as much, given your skills in the kitchen.”

“What are you doing here?” Dean demanded.

Cas finally looked at him, his expression one of interest. “I thought I said that. I wanted to know what you did when you left at night,” he said simply. “This isn’t what I expected, but… you always are full of surprises.”

“Why now?”

“Curiosity finally got the better of me. I figured I could hold off on my plans for a few weeks longer.”

The gears in Dean’s head started turning. “Your… plans?” Dean said slowly.

Cas nodded. His eyes flickered behind Dean, to the newspaper articles.

Dean shook his head as he connected the dots. “No way,” he said. “Absolutely not. You’re not— you can’t be—“

“The so-called ‘Angel Killer?’” Cas asked.

If Dean hadn’t been struggling to process, he would have rolled his eyes at Cas’ finger quotes.

“Yes,” Cas said matter-of-factly. “I believe that’s what they call me.”

“No,” Dean said insistently. “You— there’s no way you’re a serial killer!”

“What makes you think that?” Cas seemed genuinely curious.

“You're an English teacher!”

Cas fixed him with a look. “You’re a mechanic.”

Dean stared at him incredulously. “This is not happening.”

“I can assure you it is,” Cas said.

“Prove it,” Dean said.

Cas’ eyes glinted at the challenge. In a few strides, he was in Dean’s space, pressing their lips together.

Oh. Shit.

This was definitely happening.

When they broke apart, there was some blood smeared on Cas’ face. A smile was beginning to form, his mouth quirking upwards. “Was that enough proof?”

Dean nodded. He reached out and tried to wipe off some of the blood that had gotten on Cas’ face with his thumb, only succeeding in streaking it more.

They stood there for a few moments silently.

At last, Dean spoke.

“Cas,” he said, licking his lips, “you’re even more of a badass than I thought you were.”

“I know,” Cas said. “The same goes for you.”

“How long?”

Cas didn’t need him to specify. He considered it for a few seconds. “Years. Just a few before I met you.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Uh, I started not long before I came to Sioux Falls, but….”

They fell quiet again.

“I’m sensing awkwardness,” Cas said.

That was so incredibly Cas that Dean had to laugh, the tension broken. “Keen observation, Sherlock.” And then, as though he’d said it a hundred times, “Help me with the body?”

Cas’ smile widened. “I thought you’d never ask.”

One body-disposal and a drive home later, Dean was laying in bed, curled around Cas. He smiled into the back of Cas’ neck. Yeah. He had a great life.

He worked as a mechanic during the day, and he loved his job. On weekends, he played DnD with his best friend. His brother called him at least once a week from college.

Every day, he came home to his husband. Said husband made some fucking awesome pie.

And, of course, he was a serial killer.

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Sunset Sound: Made in Heaven

Read Chapter 5 on AO3 here.

“Alright, ladies and gents, let’s do this.” Pamela rubs her hands together. They’re all crowded around a table, having hauled Pamela’s magic crap in. She looks around at them like they’re all gathered around for a campfire ghost story. “So, rumor has it that you can crack into the Empty with an inter-realm spell. So… we need somebody from each of the ball fields: Heaven, Earth, Hell, Purgatory.” 

Charlie whistles. “Great. Well, we got the Heaven side covered. Earth is probably next easiest, right?” 

“Except we can’t run the risk of Chuck finding out what we’re up to. So, down low. Evasive measures.” 

Dean nods at Ash. “Sam’s got a handle on the Earth shit; he’s a little magic freak now. No offense.” he puts a hand on Pamela. She rolls her eyes. “But how do we get a message down to him without setting Chuck off? Not like we can send a halo-ed carrier pigeon.”

They all think on it for a second, till Pamela leans forward. “The veil. If we can contact a ghost, they can haunt Sam and get him the message.” 

Charlie raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t ghosts known for being kind of… crazy? Murderous?”

“Huge dicks?” Ash adds helpfully. 

Pamela shrugs. “We could find one that’s recently died; there’s the possibility they wouldn’t have turned yet. But we’d have to know who we’re contacting, we can’t just put out a classified.” 

Something pings in the back of Dean’s head and he slams his hand on the table. He apologizes quickly because damn near everyone jumps at the noise. “I got it. Kevin. Kevin Tran. He’s in the veil still, and he’s spent a fuckton of time down there, he’d know how to haunt somebody good.” 

“And is he going to want to help us?” 

Dean frowns at Pamela. “What does that mean?” 

“I mean, people don’t usually end well around you, Dean. Case in point,” she motions around the table at all of them. “It’s not your fault but… sometimes there are hard feelings.” 

Dean shakes his head. He deserves hard feelings from Kevin, that’s for sure, but the kid’s awesome. Hell, last time he’d seen them he’d been almost happy, even signing up to stay in the veil forever. “Nah, we can trust Kevin. He’s family.” 

“Alright. Fire her up then, Pam,” Ash is excited. Pamela shoots him a glare for impatience but she gets her shit together anyway. It’s already set up, all she has to do is ask Dean for a few personal details, chant a bit, and she gets through. “We’re asking for Kevin Tran. Kevin Tran, if you’re out there, Dean Winchester wants a word. Well, a few actually. Kevin, can you hear me?” 

The draft spigot turns on by itself, spewing beer onto the floor. “Hey Kev, want a beer?” Dean jumps up and grabs a glass, pumped at the prospect of seeing his friend again.” 

“That’s it, Kevin. You’re doing great. Keep trying, keep locking into that.” 

The candles on the table go out one by one: apparently, Kevin practicing. Dean holds his breath and shuts off the draft spigot, a glass of beer held out in front of him. “Can ghosts drink? Wait, are you even 21, Kevin?” 

“The kid’s dead and you’re gonna huff and puff over the legal age for a Pilsner?” Ash laughs. Dean hands it to him; he has a point. Maybe Jack’s made him a little overprotective of shit like that. 

Kevin appears in front of Dean then, hand outstretched to try and take the beer. His sudden appearance makes Dean spill half of it all over himself. “Son of a- hi Kevin!” he offers the beer out again, and this time Kevin takes it and pours it right through his ghostly figure. “Oh… shit.” 

Kevin deadpans at him. “Yeah, it sucks. Hi, Dean.” 

“How you doing, bud?” 

Kevin shrugs and sighs, looking down at himself. “Well, I’m dead. Still. Dean, you wanna explain what I’m doing here first?” 

Dean nods, grabbing the beer back from Kevin and setting it on the table. He motions for the kid to turn around toward the table set up with witchy shit. “Kevin, this is Ash, Charlie, and Pamela, the psychic who summoned you.” Pamela and Ash both give a flirty wink, which makes Dean turn about three shades of red in the face. 

“Heard a lot, kid.” Ash greets him.

“Yeah, I’ve never heard of any dead guy with such bad luck.” Pamela adds on. And she would know.

Kevin nods with a wry smile. “Yeah, well, that’s just me, I guess. Dead for years, in the veil most of it and hell for the rest.”

“Kev, I’m so sorry-” 

Kevin holds up a hand to stave off Dean’s apologies. “It’s not your fault, Dean. It’s Chuck’s. Tell me you got him.” 

“That’s what we’re here for, man.” 

“Yeah, apparently we’re the Kill God Team now.” Charlie grins and Kevin smiles back. 

“Hell fucking yeah. I can get on board with that. Whaddya need me to do?” 

They all sit down at the table and map it all out. “We need you to get the plan over to Sam, but we can’t have Chuck finding out about any of it.”

“Yeah, so you need to make sure he knows to keep a low profile.” Dean warns. The last fucking thing in the world they need is to lose the element of surprise. Plus, that would put Sam right in Chuck’s crosshairs, and Dean can’t be there to back him up. He curses himself again for dying. 

“What exactly do we mean by low profile?” Charlie asks. “Are we talking cabin in the middle of the woods off-grid kind of low profile or just a Meet the Robinson’s type deal?”

Dean sighs. “Sam needs to stay away from anything Chuck likes to watch.” God, it sounded grimy just saying it. “That means hunting, that means me, that means… Eileen too.” 

“Eileen?” 

“His girlfriend.” It hurts Dean to think about, but- “Chuck’s used them against each other before; he likes them together. So they gotta stay apart.”

“Shit.” Charlie exhales quietly, and Dean nods. It’s unfair. It sucks. It’s Chuck. 

“Tell him to live a normal life. Be as happy as he can. But don’t come looking for me and don’t get interesting. Or Chuck will just fuck with him some more, and if he does that… he’s gonna find out what we’re doing.” Kevin nods seriously. He never gets brought around for fun shit, does he? Dean feels a pang of regret at that. He immediately wants to change it. “But right now, whaddya say we have some fun, huh?” 

The table looks at him like he’s gone nutty. He shrugs and grins. “Come on guys, we’re dead. Don’t we all have a night to spare?” 

He sees Charlie come around first, slow grin spreading across her face. “Fuck yeah, let’s party, bitches!”

It doesn’t take the rest of them much convincing either. Dean has some good-ass friends. “Yo Kev, since you can’t get fucked up, you wanna play some pool?” Ash hitches his thumb at the table behind him. 

Dean laughs. “Ash, you are one cruel son of a bitch. Years of being a friggin’ ghost and you’re gonna whoop him in pool? That’s cold.” 

Ash shakes his head. “Nah man, I’ve spent way more time passed out on that table than playing on it. I’d say the kid’s got a fair shot.” Kevin smiles and shrugs at Dean.

“Hey, that’s more than I’ve ever gotten before; I’ll take my chances” 

They head off to play and Dean grabs a beer to watch, a good one this time. One with the label he and Sam used to buy, the kind that Cas said “didn’t taste as much like the vast expanse of space dust” as the others. Charlie and Pamela follow with their own. 

“So Dean,” Pamela says. “Ash tells me you gotta angel on your shoulder.” She sounds a little weary. Dean figures that’s fair, given her experience with the species. 

“Uh… yeah. Castiel.” He gestures to her eyes. “That one.” Pamela shrugs if off. 

“So make me like him. Charlie here says you’ve got quite the bond.” Dean blushes pink, but for once there isn’t any innuendo behind her voice. At least, none that is teasing. He looks to Charlie, who makes a ‘I didn’t say anything’ face at him and relaxes a bit. 

“Well, uh, he hasn’t burned anymore eyes out,” Dean starts, then reconsiders. “Well, none that didn’t deserve it.” Not really true either. “Well-” 

“He’s super cute.” Charlie cuts him off. Dean blushes deeper. “He gave a whole fuck-you to heaven to save Dean.” Dean blushes deeper still. Why does it sound so… intimate when she says it like that? Pamela just raises an eyebrow.

“Sounds like some ally.” 

“Cas?” Kevin sinks a ball. The kid’s not bad, actually. Ash was right; they are neck-and-neck. “Yeah, he’s awesome. I mean, weird, but cool.” Dean grins. Weird but cool was exactly Cas. 

“Someday, man, I gotta meet this guy.” Ash laments.

“Someday, dude, you will.” Dean vows. Somehow sitting around talking about him with all these guys, he felt confident it was true. “Once we bust him out, you better bet we’re throwing a party and meet-and-greeting everybody. 

“I’ll finally get to tease him for the eyes. You think it’d get him better without the fakes?” She pops her fake cloudy eyes out and waggles her eyebrows at Dean, empty eye sockets looking bizarre on such a cheerful face. Dean laughs. 

“You’re not gonna need to; he already feels shitty for that. He’ll probably offer to heal ‘em, matter of fact.” 

“Well, he won’t get far with that one,” Ash calls over. “Angels been trying to do it for years.” Pamela nods at Dean’s questioning glance.

“Wouldn’t be me without ‘em, now. Who needs sight anyway?” 

“Without eyes you won’t be able to see my pretty face!” Dean bullshits. 

“Yeah, or your brother’s tight ass. Second thought, remind me when Sam gets up here, won’t ya?” Dean makes a gagging noise and Pamela laughs. 

“So you said Chuck’s in your… kid?” Kevin asks skeptically. He misses a shot and Ash hollers. Dean cracks his neck and considers how to answer. 

“Kinda. I mean, yeah. Just not- he’s Lucifer and a human’s, technically.” He starts, realizing Kelly’s in heaven too. They’ve gotta let her in on this, but not now. Not now when Chuck!Jack is probably visiting her as her son; it’s too risky. With how sick he feels at the idea of Jack being Chuck’s meatsuit, well…

He sees Cas. Again. Just for a second, there he is standing outside the window, looking less wounded but more tired than before. He looks like he’s focused on something, like he’s scared, but he also looks transfixed, like he can’t look away. As Dean watches, Cas closes his eyes and mouths something. It looks like he’s counting. “One, two, three.” Dean blinks and he’s gone, and Dean’s left wondering if he imagined the whole thing.

“Dean?” 

“Yeah.” He smiles at Charlie to let her know he’s okay. Ish. “Sorry, uh, so he’s kind of devilspawn but he’s ours. Mine, Cas’s, Sam’s. Long story. But he’s a good kid.” He nods, knowing he oughta give more information, but not really knowing how.

“Who woulda thought, Dean Winchester, a dad.” Ash ribs with a grin. Dean laughs back and nods. His life hadn’t really screamed stability and mentorhood. His death still didn’t.

“Yeah, I… I haven’t exactly been a star father-figure…” Dean shakes his head. The conflict in his head that culminates in Jack is confusing as hell, but three things win him over. The first is Jack’s innocent, naive face looking up at him for any kind of approval or wisdom. A kid. Just a kid. The second is Cas’s face as he smiles at him that one night over a whiskey glass, the prideful joy as he tells Dean he always believed in Jack. The third is the pit in his gut of all the times he acted like his dad to Jack. And no matter what, Dean can’t leave those memories be. He can’t have Jack remember him like that, and he can’t look Cas in the eye knowing he didn’t do everything he could to make things right. “But that’s gonna change, if it fucking kills me. We gotta save him when we get Chuck, guys, we gotta.” 

“We will.” Kevin looks at him with an overly-confident smile. “We can’t lose. You’ve got me, now!”

The rest of them bust out laughing, and Kevin fakes offense. “You’re right, Kev. Don’t know what I’m so worried ‘bout.” 

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About

Hi! My name is Danielle.

Fandoms:

Bold means absolute favorite and I lowkey probably won’t follow if you hate them

Shameless US:

Faves: Mickey Milkovich, Fiona Gallagher, Debbie Gallagher, Karen Jackson, Ian Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Svetlana Yevgenivna, Veronica Fisher, Lip Gallagher (my confliction lol)

Ships: Ian/Mickey, Early seasons Kev/V, Mandy/Karen (in fics), Lip/Tami. I also lowkey have a soft spot for Lip/Karen

Notes: I don’t truly hate any character except for obvious ones like Terry or Frank. But I will be critical of Lip and some of Ian’s actions post S5 from time to time. I also probably still have old posts floating around that I no longer agree with since I’ve changed my opinions on multiple characters (most notably Debbie and Svetlana). Oh, I DO hate Jimmysteve though lol

Killing Eve:

Not really much to say about this one. I love Villaneve and Eve and Villanelle. I am very critical about the show as a whole though because Sally Woodward Gentle is a homophobic hack. Also, don’t follow if you’re one of those Villanelle stans that shits on Eve. We love both in this house.

Avatar: The Last Airbender:

Faves: Katara, Zuko, Azula, Aang, Toph, Suki, Sokka, Iroh, Mai

Ships: Zuko/Katara (obviously lol), Azula/Mai/Ty-Lee, Aang/Toph, Sokka/Suki, Katara/Yue, Azula/Suki, Zuko/Jet, Zuko/Mai (lowkey)

Notes: I’m a firm believer that Azula is a lesbian. So while I respect people’s rights to headcanon her differently, I probably won’t follow if you post a lot of shippy stuff of her with men. Not a huge fan of Legend of Korra but I respect Korra as a character.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power:

Faves: Catra, Adora, Glimmer, Bow, Entrapta, Scorpia, Mara, Mermista

Ships: Catra/Adora, Bow/Glimmer, Entrapta/Hordak, Mara/Light Hope, Mermista/Sea Hawk

Notes: Glimmadora shippers DNI unless you’re normal. Anyone that describes themselves as “spop critical” is an immediate red flag from me because of the lesbophobia, misogyny, and victim blaming I’ve seen from that crowd.

Arcane:

Faves: Jinx, Vi, Ekko

Ships: Jinx/Ekko

Notes: I don’t hate Caitvi but I also don’t really care about it either (sorry 😞). To me, the tragic sisterhood of Jinx and Vi is by far the most compelling dynamic on the show and it isn’t even a contest. I have complicated feelings about Silco and his relationship with Jinx. But DNI if you ship them romantically.

The Hunger Games:

Faves: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth, Cinna, Gale Hawthorne

Ships: Peeta/Katniss, Finnick/Annie

Notes: I enjoy both the Snowjanus and Snowbaird dynamics but don’t really know if I ship them in the typical sense. And it must always come with the backing that Coryo was an abhorrent person that wasn’t truly capable of loving either of them in the right way. But I do believe they both haunt him. I very much dislike Mockingjay as a book and believe THG deserved a better finale. Also DNI if you support the way Suzanne Collins demonized Gale and the rebellion in the end.

Star Wars:

Faves: Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa, Padme Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Obi Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Lando Calrissian

Ships: Anakin/Padme, Luke/Han, Lando/Han, Leia/Han. And I know I would probably dig Luke/Mara if I ever read the old EU.

Notes: I hate the sequel trilogy overall and prefer to pretend it doesn’t exist. Very anti Kylo Ren in particular, though I don’t have anything against people who like him as long as they respect my right to dislike him.

Buffy: The Vampire Slayer:

Faves: Buffy Summers, Faith Lehane, Tara Maclay, Dawn Summers, Anya Jenkins, Drusilla, Kendra Young, Angel

Ships: Buffy/Faith

Notes: I am anti Spuffy and anti Spike for my own reasons. Don’t care if you ship it but if you follow me you may be exposed to anti posts from time to time. Don’t ship Bangel either but I do respect them as a ship.

Black Sails:

Faves: Max, Eleanor Guthrie, James Flint, Anne Bonny, Miranda Barlow, Madi, Idelle

Ships: Max/Eleanor, Max/Anne, Flint/Thomas, Silver/Madi

Notes: I believe Flint is gay and that Anne is a lesbian and that it isn’t biphobic for me to do so. Imo both Flint’s attraction to women and Anne’s to men were non-existent and/or shown to not be true in the end. I don’t care enough to get into sexuality discourse but that’s my stance. I’m not inherently anti Silverflint but I do resent the behavior of some of the shippers and how they ignore the canon wlw ships on the show in favor of it. Oh and if Charles Vane has no haters, then I am dead. Consider yourself warned lol

Other fandoms: Fear Street, Life is Strange, Reign, Interactive fiction (The Wayhaven Chronicles, Keeper of the Sun and Moon Trilogy, Infamous, and A Crown of Ashes and Flames being my current faves), Wednesday (mostly just Wenclair)

Sometimes I write fic: https://archiveofourown.org/users/We_Were_Younger

[akegatacchi]

Sense8 AU!aftg

In the honor of absolutlynothing I’ve decided to put out there one of the many au I have on my phone and archive it there

Big shout out to @a-m-peengoo and @bluesuederose for participating in this mess with genius lines and always be there to bear my 36 ideas per hour. We did a masterpiece girls.

Here we go it’s gonna be long

The cluster:

Kevin: Nomi. He’s just a fuckin hacker who’s running away from his family (riko). When he’s bored, he spends nights crashing the Pentagon system for fun, and makes every screen in the White House play Best Exy Actions Compilation (the longest and hardest part is choosing one compilation to play).

Dan: Will. One of them have to keep them under control. Plus, Dan with a gun i can’t even-

Matt: Riley. Soft, blue strand of hair, a heart of gold, maternal. As a DJ. Yes. SO SOFT (he still knows how to box)

Allison: Capheus. Listen. Imagine Allison in high heels, skin tight leather pants, driving a bus. Also, a F1 pilot champion who can drive anything (even if it’s the first time)

Andrew: Wolfgang. Duh. Do I need to explain myself. Just think abt him saying “This is Berlin. Those are my people. And we go to our knees for no one”.Boy he does NOT like this situation, at all. Will keep the others out with sheer willpower and no blockers. The cluster’s deadliest weapon. PLUS HELLO???? ANDREW IN A PASTEL PINK BOMBER SHOOTING ON A HELICOPTER WITH A BAZOOKA????

Aaron: Felix? Sorta? not a senseate but a great doctor. Senses bullshit and when someone is in Andrew’s body real quick  (Andrew: says more than 2 sentences and is pleasant. Aaron:.....who’s that bitch where is my brother) . Later helps to manufacture blockers.

Neil: Kala. A pharmacist that uses his skill for arson and may or may not be running away from mafia/family matter and currently hiding in India. Him saying “Bring it, bitch” to Riko is my sexuality and Andrew’s. Can create explosives from a Fanta can and spices I mean it’s already canon in aftg. (plus andreil would work even better bc technically Neil can’t even touch Andrew for real)

Nicky: Lito. The drama, the sass. Also the scene where he discovers the Twinyard in Germany are his cousins would be hilarious. The scene where Lito seduces the nurse but with Nicky (“engaging into heterosexual activity? me????”) or the scene where Lito screams in the museum but with Nicky

Erik as Hernando. That’s it that’s the post.

Renee: Sun. I mean, a korean fighter lady in prison trying to be a better person and had a silent bffs relationship with a german gangster? Come on. Also. Allison in a bus and Renee doing art martials stuff. 

Riko: whispers i guess he can eat Allison’s high heels

Now the ~scenes~ (it’s just shitposting):

Aaron, on the verge on several break downs: wait so you have like … DJ Blue Matt and F1 pilot Allison Reynolds in your head? since when? ANDREW SINCE WHE-

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Neil: what’s a better use of a multiple thousands dollars education than precise arson?????

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Aaron: why does your boyfriend always end up burning things up?

Andrew: he lits up my heart as well

Aaron: FOR FUCK SAKE

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Kevin, shocked and betrayed: is there a better sport than exy?

Aaron and Allison: YEAH A REALLY GOOD CAR RACE

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Allison: you’re - you’re like the spirit of Lucy Liu. In Charlie’s Angels. I watch it once a day. Renee:.....that’s sweet actually :) 

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Neil: does a molotov cocktail

Matt: I tHoUgHt yOu wErE a PhArMaCiSt

Neil: Yes? That’s PHYSICS

Matt: no that’s ARSON NEIL

Alternative:

Kevin: breaks into the Pentagon virtually

Neil: breaks into the Pentagon physically

Matt, again: i thought you were a PHARMACIST!!!! Neil: Yes I am??? That’s irrelevant

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A senseate sibling, escaping, grabbing a vehicle at random: someone knows how to drive that?

Allison, in stilettos : no, but I sure will soon

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Just Allison driving Renee around to fight people

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Everytime someone mocks a senseate sibling Neil or Nicky shows up to roast them. Sometimes they do it both at the same time. It’s apocalyptic. The sass. The drama. 

They can also bullshit their way out of any situation. Neil is such a smooth liar and Nicky is just ridiculous. The FBI agent charged to arrest them somehow ends up crying abt childhood trauma while hugging a teddy bear.

Neil, caught in the act of making a string of explosives by the FBI guy: uuuuuuh….Nicky?

Nicky, currently dealing with a white mom in retail: somehow convince the FBI to buy christmas lights

(Yes Nicky works in retail bc his family cut ties with him but he hopes to be an actor.ON BROADWAY)

(From retail to actor to cluster negotiator real quick)

A  fuckin moron to Allison: a hottie like you driving a bus? what is this, hooker on wheels?

Neil: please let me have this one

Allison: seats back and enjoys Neil roasting him

Nicky: brings the popcorn

Nicky, to the FBI guy: You can’t arrest me Daryl I’m your long lost little brother

The FBI guy, a white man: My name is not Daryl Neil: THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE

The FBI guy, texting Neil (don’t ask): I guess I’m still in love with my ex

Nicky: aaaaaw we have to help this sweetheart

Neil: do you want me to burn his current boyfriend’s car, buddy?

(Nicky: DON’T REMIND HIM THAT HE’S SUPPOSED TO ARREST US)

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A fuckin homophobe: ready to get your ass kicked, faggot?

Andrew: appears through Nicky

Nicky, smiling: fuck yeah, baby 

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Andrew, between two bazooka shot, to Neil:  we’re nothing

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Nicky, through Andrew, all cheery: Hi!!!! :D

(Aaron jumps like a scared cat)

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Andrew: ready to kill ppl for mafia business

All the senseate siblings in the back minus Renee, eating popcorn and enjoying the show: Kick ass, Drew!

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Andrew, on the hospital bed: has an emotional moment with Aaron

Aaron: sir or ma'am, idk who you are but it’s family only, I will ask you, as his doctor, to leave my brother’s body

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Aaron: Andrew is2g if you’re making psychic love to that fuckin red hair rn i will-

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Andrew each time a senseate is hurt: Aaron it’s for you

(Just Aaron doing med tutorials for a whole cluster while Andrew repeats it with a bored tone to everyone)

(Aaron, sighs: it is Neil again? Just let him bleed for a few minutes)

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Neil, making bomb with kitchen stuff: If it means losing you then no

Andrew, falling in love: oh

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Bad guy: You have no weapon, blondie!

Allison, with Renee and Dan behind her: Think again, sweetheart

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They made a little “honorary cluster member” badge to Aaron (he does not cry STFU NEIL)

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Dan and Neil both knows by heart the laws of different countries…..for very different reasons.

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Luther: humiliates Nicky once again

Renee: calmly breaks his hand at dinner while smiling like an angel, all the while stopping Andrew from killing him with the other hand

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Neil, a pharmacist: blowing shit up and arson

Aaron, a doctor, watching him: yk what hold my beer I know several ways to stop a man’s heart

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The whole “You don’t know how to use a gun” “No, but you do” with andreil or matt and dan

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Just Drew and Renee kicking some mafia asses together as buddies

(While Neil blows some shit up in the background and Allison/Nicky cheer)

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Matt has the perfect ear too

Him and Kevin are the remote operation/communication team but one day all the fighters/criminals of the cluster are busy so they both start to fight as well and fuck they are good at it

Nicky: I expected this from Biceps Matt but Kevin??? You can land a kick like that???

Kevin, outraged: I WENT TO THE EXY OLYMPICS WHEN I WAS 16

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Speaking of Kevin, they all call him “nerd” or “einstein”

Allison: so the nerd can fight uh

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Aaron, counting down on his fingers: so you have F1 Pilot Superstar Allison Reynolds, former gold medalist and tech genius Kevin Day, a human diapason, a multilingual arsonist, World no.1 Taekwondo Champion Renee Walker, a cop, an actor…..what are you there for??

Andrew, literally a mafia king:....ice cream and crime?

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Neil to Andrew, after the whole debacle with his father is out: You did know there were mafia out of Germany too, right?

Andrew: I can’t even have that for myself fuck this family

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Dan, every time before each “mission”: okay guys I know we need to do it but I’d like to remind ALL of you *looks pointly at Neil and Andrew* it’s STILL illegal and morally dubious

Neil: …….like I said to Nicky, irrelevant *without missing a beat blows up the entire building and puts on stolen Gucci shades*

Alternative:

Neil: ok saint theresa why were you the one to suggest we explode Riko’s brain off then

Dan: ...don’t turn the conversation around me it’s about you

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Allison “guess we’re detourning a place next” Reynolds and Kevin “It’s not that hard to pilot” Day

(Kevin: But why are you on a plane to Russia? I thought you were in India last time?

Neil:....don’t ask)

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Aaron to Andrew, where they are trapped and betrayed: your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to know how to poison a whole room with gaz?

Neil: I was born for this moment

(Andrew: just bc you’re my brother doesn’t mean you have the right to dirty talk my boyfriend)

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Andrew: be gay, do crime and eat ice cream

Nicky: AND BLOW NEIL’S D-

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(before they know abt Neil’s past, when Andrew is angsty bc he caught feelings)

Andrew: You  shouldn’t get close to me, it’s dangerous, i’m mafia

Neil: oh haven’t you heard-

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Jeremy, bouncing out of nowhere: Hey Kev ! Love how you BI-nary code ahah have you heard of the ARCHIPELAGO 

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Neil, sipping tea: so my father is the Butcher

Matt:  okokokok coolcoolcoolcool yk what arson doesn’t sound like a bad idea after all

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(this one is not funny sorry) but Neil taking over each time someone is hurt bc he is used to deal with it

“Give the pain to me”

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Andrew and Aaron like to fuck around a lot with the whole sensate stuff (since only one of them is a sensate)

Bad guy: only one of you is a sensate, which one is it?

Twinyard, in a perfect and flat tone: try to guess

A bad guy is spying on Andrew and waiting to kill him in Germany, via a cam, thinking he’s safe BUT SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER it was aaron dressed as Andrew in a mafia meeting and now you have to deal with a 5 feet tall mafia boy

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For real tho they are a little protective of the normal doctor who heal them every time (yes even Neil but don’t tell him) so you bet something like that happens one day:

Aaron: comes home from work angry

Andrew, cleaning up blood or counting money: whassup shithead?

Aaron: There’s this older doctor he’s great and all but he’s a fuckin asshole to me he belittles me everyday bc i’m young and we lost a patient today bc he rathers humiliate me than let me save him 

Andrew, a dangerous glint in his eyes and a whole cluster behind him: oh?

Kevin, opens his computer and digs up dirt on him: give me a sec

Allison: I can roll over him with my truck

Neil: there is so many ways to mix two meds and kills him ON ACCIDENT

Dan: let’s see how he deals in prison

Nicky: oh this is going to be fun

Kevin, reciting facts like he’s reading a grocery list: so yeah he smuggles meds from the hospital so local drug dealers, illegally sells meds for himself on the black market, does tax evasion, is friend with a local senator and both of them are involved with minors….i have already several reservation at X hotel btw and cases of work harassment on nurses and interns, threats to others older doctors in serve, and OH. OH. We have a spanking kink on our hands too.

Every members of the cluster, turning to Nicky and Neil:....go wild

Nicky, giggling: not that’s it’s a shame when it’s consensual but not here so - let’s start with the spanking :D

Neil: Can I make him cry

No violence is used but the doctor is found on the floor drowning in his own tears after a few minutes and after an hour he’s resigned and leaving the country

Andrew was dressed as Aaron for that (that being: smuggling Neil and Nicky into the hospital to meet the doctor through him)  and sends him a selfie of a 5 feet surgeon and the man crying on the floor 

It’s their best memory as a family (Aaron hates Neil a little less after that)

Neil to Nicky: why did you stop me from pushing towards suicide??? He’s gonna do that in another country

(Kevin: no if I can help it)

Nicky: bc we don’t do that to people!

Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Allison:...........right

Neil: killing even indirectly is no good but destroying their life and humiliating them publically is good?

Nicky: YES!

Matt and Dan: WAIT NO

(Allison: don’t brother Neil you’ll just hurt your head)

(Neil, close to tears: but...but...but arson?? Andrew, with knives out: alright fuckers who broke his heart?)

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Matt and Dan bc they’re fuckin weak to Neil: ITS OK BUDDY ARSON IS GOOD

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I have to end on this note:

Storyline wise, Neil would have make the perfect Wolfgang too….if Wolfgang was a twink.

[crossovereddie]

Thoughts on S10xE12: THE WEDDING

Okay so y’all know how this is gonna go. A lot of tears. A lot of screaming via caps lock. And of course it wouldn’t be complete without a lot of “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” and pet names for Mickey. Enjoy. 

Let’s get non related gallavich things out of the way because I don’t wanna finish this on a downer

I actually love Liam/Frank scenes

Debbie finally getting what she deserves? Good

Tami is a fucking bitch

Entitled little brat

You won’t change my mind about this

Don’t even try defending her

You NEVER use someone’s child against them.

Don’t threaten to take Fred away then be shocked that Lip ruined his sobriety

I just kept repeating “please no” when he paused before taking that first sip

It fucking hurt so much

Lip deserves BETTER

Tami is toxic. End of. Period.

Now let’s bring up the mood!!

Liam looking at the tuxes was so cute

He’s so confused

Mickey actually chose a white tux for himself :((((((

My snow angel🥺

Everyone checking on Ian is so sweet

Carl’s toe nail clippings “you picking those up” 😂😂😂

Ian really hates that shit doesn't he

I'm so proud of him for taking his meds

GIVE ME THOSE PHOTOS

"Savings" lmao

Baby got fancy for his wedding

HIS FACE I CANT😂😂😂

They shower together :((((

“Those are nice right?”

Fashionista Mickey making another comeback

Unpopular opinion but I love seeing his Ian tattoo on his chest ON THEIR WEDDING DAY

chin touch :(

So soft. So sweet.

THE WAY IAN GRABS HIM YES BITCH

THE GRUNT 🤤🤤🤤

HEIGHT DIFFERENCE FUCK

MICKEY IS T I N Y!!!!

TOWEL

NECK KISS

FUCK

I fucking hate terry

I need him dead because my baby isn’t safe until he is

His little “what?” 😩

HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

GET HIM BABY

But like don’t because I need you free

Can sandy poison terry or something?

Sandy 😂😂

This scene was sad because my poor baby but so early shameless I love it

Carl and the beer trilogy 😂😂😂

“I don’t wanna get married where my shoes stick to the floor”

GIVE THE PRINCE HIS ROYAL WEDDING

The spinal cord line 😂😂😂

Mickey’s a Gallagher I don’t care what their last name is

HERE COME THE TEARS AGAIN

“Why is Mickey handcuffed?”

“Terry fucking wins again” NO BABY

MY FUCKING HEART

ILL GIVE YOU ALL THE HALLOWEEN CANDY TO FILL YOUR LITTLE TUMMY BABY BOY

I WANNA BUY YOU ALL THE CHRISTMAS GIFTS YOU WANT

LET ME ADOPT YOU

IM SO FUCKING SAD FOR HIM

HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

“I love you. I love you” 😭😭😭😭😭

“This son of a bitch is never gonna let me be happy” IM SOBBING ALL OVER AGAIN

In so little words Lip really said “Mickey Milkovich deserves the wedding of his dreams and we’re gonna make it happen if it’s the last thing I do”

Did anyone else start singing Carrie Underwood when Ian said “Louisville slugger”

The Gallagher’s love Mickey so much

I LOVE MICKEY SO MUCH

IAN FUCKING LOVES MICKEY SO MUCH

“Mickey might have to marry Debbie instead of Ian”

“Nice polish boy named Michael” LMAO

I love Lip

OKAY THIS SCENE KILLED ME

The way Mickey is looking at Ian melts my heart

Again their height difference murdered me

YOU WANT KIDS?

K I D S

IAN WANTS KIDS WITH MICKEY BUT WE ALREADY KNEW THAT

FUCK HIS DREAM FROM THE ICONIC DELETED SCENE IS COMING TRUE

IF THEY DONT HAVE KIDS NEXT SEASON IM RIOTING

I like when they make fun of each other because they are literally best friends forever

THEIR SMILES

MILKOVICH

GALLAGHER

BUT WHICH ONE IS IT NOW

Ian is obsessed with holding mickey’s neck

THUMB

MY BOYS LOOK SO HANDSOME IN THEIR TUXEDOS

Mickey trying to be nice to this lady 😂😂

I LOVE HIS VOICE

They have mutual friends and I’m fond

I told y’all it’s the little things that get me

“Chiavari chairs look nice” “I like how the gold catches the light” DONE

The cake topper I NEED IT

I HATE TERRY I HATE TERRY I HATE TERRY

The lip and Ian scene made me cry again

THE SONG

IAN YOU SAP

HE LOVES MICKEY SO MUCH

As soon as I heard the first cords of the song I IMMEDIATELY bursted into sobs

IM CRYING AGAIN

MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER 😭😭😭

Once again I’m beyond jealous of sandy

I wanna walk my baby down the aisle 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HES SO CUTE FUCK

IM HONESTLY NOT OKAY

THE NIGHT I LOOKED AT YOU

I DIDNT KNOW THIS SONG WAS GONNA HURT SO MUCH

HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AGAIN IM SO BLESSED

It’s like even more noticeable this episode right?????

TINY AND TALL

BLACK HAIR AND RED HAIR

BLUE EYES AND GREEN EYES

WHITE TUX AND BLACK TUX

TOUGH AND SOFT

THEY COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE

Kev was so funny finally

GET HIS HOMOPHOBIC ASS GAY JESUS SQUAD

When they kept singing even after he pulled his gun I cried so hard

I’m crying again wtf

THE VOWS FUCK

TO BE MY HUSBAND

IM FULL ON UGLY CRYING I CANT EVEN SEE THE SCREEN

I IAN TAKE YOU MICKEY TO BE MY HUSBAND

FUCK THIS HURTS SO MUCH

AFTER ALL THE SHIT THEYVE BEEN THROUGH THEYRE GIVING THEMSELVES TO EACH OTHER IN THE PUREST WAY POSSIBLE

“Now?” “Yes now” HE WAS SO EAGER AND SHOCKED THAT THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE SINCE HE WAS A KID IS NOW HIS HUSBAND

We got to see the smitten lovesick Ian Gallagher from s1 again

HES NEVER STOPPED BEING SMITTEN AND LOVESICK BY MICKEY

Honestly same

Not gonna lie, seeing frank emotional made me even more emotional

MICKEYS SMILE COULD LIGHT THE WORLD

MY SON IS ACUALLY MY SUN

THE HAND HOLDING IS SO CUTE

THEYRE ACTUALLY MARRIED

HUSBANDS!!!!!

IAN SO PROUD HAVING HIS BABY ON HIS ARM

YES MICKEY IS IANS BABY FIGHT ME

IM SO FUCKING HAPPY

MICKEY DANCING IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE

“I miss mom” that hurt a lot more than I thought it ever would

I’m glad they mentioned Monica. Ian loved her so much

YOURE REALLY GONNA PLAY PERFECT RIGHT NOW FUCK YOU

“I should probably go dance with my husband” THATS YOUR HUSBAND CAN YOU BELIEVE IT

The head neck tuck 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE WAY THEYRE HOLDING EACH OTHER LIKE THEY NEVER WANNA LET GO

“We were just kids when we fell in love not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time” FUCK WHOEVER PICKED THIS SONG YOU WIN

I actually hate this song with a passion but suddenly I love it

LIKE THEYRE ACTUALLY SLOW DANCING

SLOW DANCING AT THEIR OWN WEDDING

IAN REALLY HAD TO DO THE NECK GRAB WITH THE THUMB RUB COMBO JUST TO KILL ME DIDNT HE

THEYRE SO IN LOVE IVE NEVER SEEN A LOVE THIS DEEP BEFORE (and I’m fucking married to the love of my life/high school sweetheart lmao)

Liam getting the car for them was the sweetest thing

He opens the car for Ian :((((

HE HOPS INTO THE CAR MY LITTLE BUNNY

Frank is genuinely happy for them and that fucks me up so much

THEY REALLY HAD TO USE RED SHEETS HUH

THEY KNEW IT WOULD FUCK US ALL UP EVEN MORE THAN WE ALREADY ARE

The soft touches are always my favorite

They make my heart flutter

“Morning Mr. Gallavich” OKAY SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT THAT WAS ACTUALLY REALLY FUCKING CUTE

“Morning Mr......Millogher?” THE CUTENESS WONT STOP

Mickey physically cannot stop caressing Ian

THE THUMBS ALWAYS GET ME

Like I actually look for them knowing they’re gonna be doing the thumb rub

Fucking terry

BUT THEY LOOK SO CUTE COVERED IN FEATHERS

There Mickey goes again with the Ian caressing

in case you forgot: THEYRE MARRIED

HUSBANDS

I can’t believe this actually happened. They’re actually MARRIED. After everything they/we have been through....wow. I’m still in shock. I’m still crying my eyes out. Now I’m gonna go cuddle up with my husband and make him watch the episode with me since he finally has time. I’m over emotional. It’s not fair that they wait until I’m pregnant to let Mickey be happy. It’s like they enjoy my uncontrollable sobs. Leave me your thoughts! I wanna talk about this episode forever.

[destieldisaster]

09x09 - Holy Terror

MotW: bunch of angels, Gadreel & Metatron

Any Cas? Yessss

Woah, angel factions as a church glee club and a bunch of bikers. And of course the church girls murder all the bikers

"Would I lie" wow Dean. Yes, you would

Cas is on the case!!!!!

He's so freaking cute oh my god

Gadreel popping in just to do the Sam bitchface..

"I hope it's okay, me joining you" 🥺

THE WINK. THE FLIRTING. MY HEART.

God, the April talk is TOO MUCH

And Sammy's got no idea what to do with all the flirting :')

Oh shit, Metatron

He doesn't feel good about staying away from Cas 🥺

Lol, Gadreel was supposed to keep the serpent out of the garden of Eden, that's some bad reputation :')

A born again biker gang. Huh. Why not, I guess?

You know, I actually like Metatron as a character, he's kinda fun

Cas praying 😭

She seems good, but god that was risky

Shit shit SHIT

Why does he have to be tortured I hate this

Still defending the innocent angel, of course 💙

Oh shit, Cas learning Ezekiel is dead. Even while he's being tortured and guilt tripped on a ridiculous level, he thinks about what that means for the Winchesters

Asking for a quick death 😭

Thank god for Theo and thank god Cas can roll with this

Daaaaamn, he took his grace and killed him, that's not exactly thankful.. really freaking badass though!

Also, I do feel a lot better with him powerful again

"I did what I had to" 😭

This!!!!! This is Dean caring more about how Cas feels about being an angel vs being a human than how useful he can be to them. This is Dean caring about Cas for Cas. And it's so so important

"Everyone always needs a spell, and it's always ASAP" poor guy, he's completely overworked

Okay, Gadreel is with Metatron. So.. is Castiel's name on that piece of paper?

"I always trust you. And I always end up screwed." daaamn Kev! I mean, you're not wrong..

Yeah, Sammy's mad. And obviously right to be. It should't be about Dean thinking he couldn't 'handle it', though, because he was literally dying.

WHAT??? NOOOOO. FUCK FUCK FUCK. NOT KEVIN PLEASE.

Oh my god I did not see that coming right now no no nooo 😭

SHIT, it was Gadreel all along, Sammy still doesn't even know

Fuck, Kevin was who Metatron wanted him to kill. I hate this, I hate this.

Man, Dean, everything's really gone to shit now, hasn't it?