#because unfortunately i am my father's daughter and i'm just as stubborn as he is

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

one month living back home with my parents and oh boy are the cracks starting to show 🥴

[tevanbegins]

~So my ultra-futuristic, utopian endgame vision for Tevan led to this fic (This is officially the second fic I wrote, but the first one I am posting anywhere.) Hope you enjoy, please comment and RB if you like!~

Math Troubles

Summary: On his day off, Buck steps in to help out his and Tommy's teenage daughter with her math assignment, while Tommy is out on duty. Unfortunately, Buck turns out to be more trouble than help, and Tommy has to intervene over the phone.

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"Dad," Spencer sighed in utter exasperation. "I think your help is taking me longer to do my math homework than if I were to do it on my own!"

"But sweetheart, it's taking longer because you aren't following the exact steps I'm showing you," Buck said adamantly, refusing to admit defeat. The father-daughter pair was sitting on the bed in Spencer's room, with the thirteen-year-old's books and stationery items scattered all around them.

"No. I'm calling Papa right now. Only he can save me from this--- this situation," insisted Spencer. She promptly video-called Tommy despite Buck's protests, desperately hoping he would answer. Meanwhile, Buck ruffled the pages of her Geometry textbook in search of some solid proof to back up his argument. Luckily for Spencer, Tommy's warm and scrunchy smile beamed through her phone's screen in a few seconds. "Hey Spence, my love. What's up?" he asked her.

"When are you going to be home, Papa? I need your help with my math homework, especially with this geometry assignment," Spencer replied, a pleading expression on her face.

"Sorry darling. My shift is on for another six hours at least, so I won't be home until later in the evening. I thought Dad was going to help you out since he is off-duty today?" Tommy enquired with a raised eyebrow.

"There. Thank you, Tommy!" Buck interrupted the conversation, rotating the phone in Spencer's hand horizontally so that Tommy could see them both. "That is exactly what I am doing, but our stubborn daughter refuses to solve the math problems per my methods. She says only you can save her from this situation, because apparently I can't. How humiliating is that!" Buck complained.

"I understand, Evan," Tommy gave Buck a mock-apologetic cluck, trying hard to stifle his laugh. He was well aware that math proficiency was his husband's biggest weak point-turned-self-esteem issue.

"C'mon Dad, you're just over-reacting," Spencer rolled her eyes at Buck. "I love you, but you need to accept that you are terrible at math!" she tried to soothe the burn with an extra sweet smile.

Tommy burst out laughing at Spencer's remark, but immediately pursed his lips when Buck shot him an angry look through the screen.

"No, I'm not!" Buck retorted, turning his attention away from the phone towards their daughter. "Spence. I agree I wasn't always the greatest at the subject, but haven't I told you the story of how I became a mathematical genius after getting struck by lightning?"

"Yes Dad, you have, about a million times. I know that legend by heart, but the genius part is hard to believe when you keep asking me to use the Pythagoras theorem on an oblique triangle!" Spencer justified her stance.

"Well, you won't even try using it before shooting me down like that!" Buck groaned. At that, Tommy felt an instant need to intervene before this Buckley-Kinard family conversation took a more hilarious turn, else his coworkers at the station would think he was going crazy from how hard he was laughing.

"Evan, my sweet, sweet husband," Tommy let out a deep sigh, still unable to get over how adorable, dorky, stubborn, and unintentionally funny Buck could be even after fifteen years of marriage. "You cannot use the Pythagoras theorem on an oblique triangle. It is simply not possible. You know why? Because it doesn't have any damn right angle in it!" he tried to reason.

"What now? The theorem doesn't apply to non-right angled triangles?" Buck gasped in shock.

"You see? Papa knows!" Spencer gave Tommy a thumbs up and a wide victory grin. "That's why I said only he can save me in this situation!" she said, looking at Buck. "Because your knowledge of basic geometric concepts itself seems questionable to me, sorry not sorry, Dad!"

"So you think your Papa is better than me at math? In spite of my lightning-induced mathematical super-abilities? Well, he can't be any better at math than I am!" Buck declared obstinately.

"Hey! Now that's a controversial thing to say. I'm a formally-licensed pilot — it's literally a prerequisite for my job to have good math skills!" Tommy cut in. "Have you maybe considered that your lightning thing was a limited-period offer from the Gods? I mean, poor Pythagoras must be rolling in his grave right now because of you, Evan," Tommy sniggered.

"What a snob!" Buck cried, looking flushed with embarrassment. "Remember, you won't be able to hide behind the phone screen when you face me at home tonight, Tommy!" he added in a stern voice, and then dramatically moved out of the view of the front camera lens.

"Spence darling, what trouble have you got me into with your Dad? I'm going to have to stop at a florist's shop on the way back home now," Tommy exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Tell him that only flowers is not going to cut it. He needs to get a big box of chocolates too, or else he won't be allowed into the house tonight," Buck nudged Spencer to convey the message, but Tommy had heard it loud and clear.

"Yes Evan. Flowers and chocolates it is!" Tommy responded, hiding a chuckle. "Well, I am going to hang up now. Before I can say anything more to piss him off," Tommy whispered to Spencer and winked. "Bye darling, see you later!"

"B-bye Papa, love you!" Spencer blew Tommy a kiss and then put her phone away after the call ended. Looking at Buck's expression, she snorted and got into a wild fit of laughter, so much that her belly hurt. And despite his pseudo-attempts at pretending to be upset over this roast session of his math skills, Buck burst out laughing too, alongside his daughter.

Good at math or not, Spencer knew she had the sweetest, funniest, and the most loving dads in the whole wide world, and she was the luckiest girl ever to have them both.

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[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching 99 Problems

Welcome to “Abomination Boys are Hot: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e17: 99 Problems.

Sam and Dean get help fending off some demons chasing them in the form of an anti-demon roadblock and some locals who seems to know Enochian. Turns out an entire small town has turned into demon hunters, led by a pastor and his daughter, who appears to be a prophet. But things start looking hinky pretty quick, and when Cas shows up, he’s got the skinny on the preacher’s daughter: she’s the Whore of Babylon and she’s turned the town into a cult. She can only be killed with a special stake wielded by a servant of heaven, which Cas says rules both boys right out (Dean because he’s stubborn and Sam because he’s an abomination). But in the end, Dean is able to gank her, then he takes to the road in a snit to see Lisa and, essentially, tell her goodbye, I guess? Oh, and Cas found a liquor store and drank it because he’s bummed about God turning out to be a deadbeat dad.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Lor:

that looked like he had a clutch and I SWEAR Baby is an automatic

  Mace:

huh

  Lor:

how come THEY never thought of a holy water cannon

  Mace:

RIGHT?!

  Lor:

"those were demons and this is the apocalypse"

  Mace:

omg this dude thinking he knows more than our boys

  Lor:

Dean's little eyebrow raise

  Mace:

sit down, kid

YES

  Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

daaang the shotguns in church

  Mace:

it's what bwings us togevah today

  Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA

  Mace:

seems bout right for the midwest

  Lor:

"you missed a few" LOOK DUDE

"someone's telling you somethin"

  Mace:

“angels. awesome.”

  Lor:

"the angels, awesome"

YES

  Mace:

HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

"snappy little exorcism spell"

  Mace:

boys, this feels like a cult. run.

  Lor:

he is SUS

YEP

  Mace:

YEP

“but you are the cutest”

  Mace:

jesus, Dean

HAHAHA CAS

Bleak, Dean. BLEAK.

  Lor:

he needs to simmer down

I love Cas not understanding tech

  Mace:

YES

  Lor:

"downright pious" DEAN WINCHESTER

"our Father in heaven" "not so much"

  Mace:

HAAAAHAHAHA

  Lor:

I kind of want to elbow him for being that way in church but he's NOT WRONG

  Mace:

I am completely fine with him being that way in church. Church is dumb.

  Lor:

haaaahahahaha

I... generally feel like if one is in someone else's church one should keep one's correct mutterings to oneself, but. Still. Yeah

was the music dude on vacay this week? what is this?

  Mace:

HAHAHA right?! weird soundtrack

  Lor:

when it's SO BAD like this I always wonder if it's some rights things or something and mean to go check my DVDs to see if it ALSO has terrible music but then I can't be arsed

oooh somebody has a crush on Dean...

"one more time, you can drive" I believe Sammy should be driving a lot more if that is the rubric, DeanDean

Ooooooo YES

  Mace:

yeah my suspicions are the same about the rights to the music

HAHAHA right?!

but that’s just Dean flirting

  Lor:

see, if you drink beer and have crushes on men, you get killed by a demon

  Mace:

YUP

  Lor:

LADY. HOW? is it their fault?

  Mace:

plus, Dean can’t get close to people because they get kilt. Or worse.

EXPELLED

  Lor:

has she clocked the queerness or is she just... whatever?

  Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHA

  Mace:

she’s just a mom who lost her son. i’ll allow it

  Lor:

mmmm. okay, I'll concede that. I'm just super not down with these folks

  Mace:

no i’m not either and she’s annoying. but still.

not nearly as annoying as prophet princess here

  Lor:

RIGHT?

get outta here with your chaste shirt ruffles

  Mace:

HAHAHA

  Lor:

"outlawed 90% of your personality." now, now, Sammy

  Mace:

HAHAHA he’s not wrong

oh DEAN

  Lor:

oh come on, Dean's personality is AT LEAST 15% unfortunate male 20th century authors he's read

  Mace:

SNORK!! fair point

  Lor:

Dean, honey, this is not the answer. the answer is a lake house with Cas

  Mace:

YEP

  Lor:

"you're chosen." "more like cursed" that IS what being chosen is, Dean. you should know this

  Mace:

right?

  Lor:

NONE of these people had a nanny, come on

Mace:

snork!

  Lor:

"I'm just pretty sure God stopped caring a long time ago"

I love that for them it is not a question of belief in his EXISTENCE it's belief in his goodness

  Mace:

ooof

Sammy is cute when he gets his panties in a twist about cults

  Lor:

yeeeeeah, it's a cult. YEP, Sammy, nail on the head. fundie bullshit

LOLOLOLOL he IS

"since the angels got the only lifeboats on the Titanic" oh, Dean

  Mace:

poor DeanDean is so done

  Lor:

he really is

he needs a little lesson in faith. in himself. from Cas

  Mace:

ope, playing the little brother card. nice one, Sam

  Lor:

LOL

  Mace:

YAS

  Lor:

"it's past curfew" in that little bitchy voice. I love him

  Mace:

YASYASYAS

snitches get stitches, Leiah

  Lor:

god this is fundie cult 101: do what we say otherwise you won't see your loved ones in heaven. I HATE IT

LOL

  Mace:

YEP

  Lor:

OMG DRUNK CAS

  Mace:

AND I DRANK IT

HAHAHAHA YAS

  Lor:

"I found a liquor store. AND I DRANK IT"

  HAAAAAHAHAHAHA

"she's not a prophet"

I love his attitude

  Mace:

“then what is she” figure it out, Sammy

YES

  Lor:

gee, Sam, something bad probably

"need a hand, padre"

  Mace:

“what country is this?” Canada, obvs, based on how that guy just say ‘sorry’

YES

  Lor:

HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

"now you're standing against the flock"

  Mace:

OOOF

  Lor:

Jesus ben Joseph is TWIRLING in his... well

HAHAHA

  Mace:

ON A BENDER

HAHAHA

  Lor:

"you all right?" "yes, it's not my blood" and he CLEARLY isn't all right

YES

"it... is not of import" haaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha

  Mace:

YEP

  Lor:

SOMEONE GET CAS SOME WATER

"the whore of Babylon" "that's catchy"

  Mace:

HAHAHA

  Lor:

IT'S FUNNIER IN ENOCHIAN

  Mace:

“it’s funnier in enochian"

HAHAHA

  Lor:

YAAAAAS

"innocent blood spilled in God's name" 

OOOF

"pimp of Babylon" DEAN

  Mace:

SNORK

  Lor:

ope "the greater good" time to bounce

  Mace:

YEP

“sam of course is an abomination"

  Lor:

"not you. or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination"

CAS

DUDE. be nicer to your brother in law

  Mace:

that’s alright. abominations are hot

  Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHA

okay, you all, you are ALL sinners! have none of them done the reading?

  Mace:

Lor, you’re making the rookie mistake of thinking that religious people in groups use any sort of logic or thinking processes

  Lor:

grumble mumble

I was just thinking this is kind of a remarkable little bit of commentary on American fundamental Christianity

"and you're an angel of heaven" "poor example of one" Cas! you're the best of all those bastards

  Mace:

YES

lookit the boyfriends bonding over their shitty dads

  Lor:

YAAAAS

and shared ibuprofen

  Mace:

YES

  Lor:

sharing ibuprofen is a big step

  Mace:

HUGE

lady, read the room

  Lor:

"pretty sure you're headed in a different direction" you tell her, Dean

  Mace:

YAS

  Lor:

"are you gonna do something stupid?" what are the odds, Sam?

  Mace:

SNORK!!

  Lor:

ooof him saying he's not gonna be okay

  Mace:

yeah

DEAN WINCHESTER

  Lor:

that's how you do that, Winchesters

  Mace:

HAHAHA

  Lor:

see, Sammy, always play the odds

  Mace:

these two

  Lor:

he could find where she moved to but not her number?

  Mace:

right!? I’m confused

  Lor:

"it's with you. and the kid." I think it's mostly the kid

right?

  Mace:

how does she not just grab him and start going to town on him after that?

  Lor:

RIGHT?

"like your kind of bad?"

  Mace:

ooof

DEAN. WINCHESTER. NO.

  Lor:

"whatever you're thinking of doing, don't do it" best thing she ever says

  Mace:

YEP

and HOW is he extra beautiful in this scene?!

WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO US

  Lor:

RIGHT?

HOW DO THEY DO IT?

  Mace:

OOOOF

  Lor:

now that they're setting her up as a love interest, she's in a MUCH lower income house

  Mace:

HAHAHA YEP I noticed that too

  Lor:

it's nice but before she was in a new development and everything was all new and shiny and white

YES

  Mace:

YEP

[thewinsisterchronicles]

could you pls write a Sam x Sister/daughter!reader where she's been refusing to sleep due to her having nightmares about him dying?? I'm in need of Sammy fluff

Word Count: 1135

Warnings: mild swearing

A/N: so I haven’t written a lot of daughter!fics but I love it anyways:)) thanks for sending @straightasdeanwinchester so I can get off my ass and write lol           & sorry if this is up later than you wanted but here! it! is!

ALSO credit to Wikipedia for giving me info on vampires and no dad I am not going through “that phase”

Apotropaic’s, items able to ward off revenants, are common in vampire folklore. Garlic is a common example, a branch of wild rose and hawthorn plant are said to harm vampires, and in Europe, sprinkling mustard seeds on the roof of a house was said to keep them away. Other apotropaic’s include sacred items, for example a crucifix, rosary, or holy water. Vampires are said to be unable to walk on consecrated ground, such as that of churches or temples, or cross running water.

Y/N sighed as she flipped the page, eyes drooping. She clenched and unclenched her fist, trying to fight off the sleep that was overtaking her. No, she thought sternly to herself. You gotta stay awake. No more sleeping.

Of course, that was ridiculous. Y/N knew she couldn’t go on forever without sleeping, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t at least try first.

Every night she slumbered was a night waking up in hot sweats with shaking hands and a name on her lips she didn’t dare speak for fear of being heard- or even worse, of not. It was never the exact same dream, but it all played out the same: she was hunting with her family, and she never got there in time. She was always too slow, too unprepared, too much worry and not enough action. It was always too much, yet not enough.

Unfortunately, this also kept her from staying on her toes. Y/N was so zoned out on her text that when her father walked in on her- at 3am, wrapped in a light blanket while curled up in her chair in the library- she jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder. He jumped back, raising his hands in mock surrender, smile fading when he saw the bags under your eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked softly. “You okay?” She blinked slowly before answering.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Jus’ a bit tired, ‘s all. I’ll be fine.” Her dad’s frown deepened. He crouched, coming to her level. Damn his moosey figure, she cursed in her head.

“If you’re tired, Y/N, you should go to bed,” he placed a hand on her knee, stroking it with his thumb. He moved to take the book from her, but she clung to it tightly.  He frowned at her, but she just looked away.

“No.” She said quickly, shuffling in her seat. “Thanks, but no. I want to… finish this. It’s riveting stuff, you know.” She attempted eye contact, but his eyes were disbelieving. “What?”

“Riveting?” he asked, incredulous. “Really? Y/N, I don’t remember the last time you read a lore book for fun.”

“Maybe you just haven’t caught me,” she challenged. She tried to make the words clear, but they came out slightly jumbled.

“Oh really,” he arched an eyebrow challengingly. “Y/N, what’s the last thing you’ve read?”

“Pfft,” she rolled her eyes. “Easy. It was… er, I know it was vampires- or, werewolves? No, vamps. Right, right, because… well… um, it was something about… water? Yeah, water.”

Sam looked at her, disbelief etched into his features. Y/N looked away.

“Y/N,” he started softly. “Y/N.” He said more sternly when she didn’t respond. Y/N looked up, concern in his eyes. “When was the last time you slept?”

“What day is it?” she asked. He looked at her suspiciously.

“Wednesday,” he said slowly. His eyes squinted. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Well, it’s been…” she counted her fingers. His eyebrows rocketed when she moved to count on the other hand as well. “Only six days. It’s really not that bad!”

“Not that bad.” He repeated, standing up. “Not that bad? Y/N, six days is a long time. Why the hell would you-” he stopped in front of her. “Y/N…” he said softly, kneeling down again.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she muttered.

“We have to-”

“No. We don’t.” He sighed, hanging his head down. A second later, he looked up at her, a mischevious grin plastered on his face. She frowned.

“You’re still going to bed, though.”

Before Y/N could protest, Sam had scooped her up into his arms and was carrying her off to her room. She squeaked in protest, but it was faint. Sam gently rocked her, quickly lulling her into slumber.

“I don’t like it up here,” she grumbled, causing him to laugh.

Nudging the door open to her room, he gently placed her in her bed. He pulled the covers over her head, and leaned down to press a kiss to it.

“I love you, Y/N,” he sighed. She hummed a response, which sounded like a

“Love you too,” but he couldn’t quite make it out. He turned to leave, but Y/N’s hand shot out from under her pillow to tug on his shirt hem.

“Stay?” she whispered. He looked softly at her before drawing back the covers. He settled in beside her as her fingers held fast to his flannel.

After a while, he felt her stir. She hadn’t fallen asleep, but he could tell she was fighting it. She was trembling slightly.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “I’m here, it’s okay.” Her trembling stopped, and she let out a shaky breath. After a long minute, she spoke.

“You were gone,” she whispered, her voice cracking. Sam’s heart broke, but continued to rub her back. “We’re always hunting, and I’m always too late, too slow… I can’t do anything. And the blood…” she sobbed silently, a few tears leaking out and onto his shirt. “There’s so much. It was everywhere, all over my hands and I turned to Uncle De but-”

“Hey, hey,” he shushed her. She was quivering in his arms. “I’m right here. I’m still in one piece. Dean’s here, too. We’re all alive and well. It’s okay.”

“It’s not all okay,” she mumbled. “It’s not okay I see that every time I close my eyes, that I have to check in on you every night to see that you’re alive. It’s not okay. It’s not fair.” She let out another sob. He kissed the top of her head.

“I know it’s not fair,” he whispered comfortingly, stroking her hair now. “It’s not fair, it’s not okay, and I hate that you’re feeling this. But you know what? I’m right here. We’re together. We’re real. Those nightmares are not. Your uncle is too damn stubborn to let me die, and he’d never let you go, either.” Y/N let out a wet laugh.

“True,” she chuckled shakily. After a moment, she spoke again. “I love you, dad.”

“I love you, too,” he responded. “More than you could imagine.”

He felt her nestle closer, sighing contently. Moments later, her breathing became regular and small. He smiled contentedly at his daughter before dozing off beside her.