#could make a third one yknow

[krillking]

mr president a second pregnancy has hit skyblr

[destinywillowleaf]

if i had a nickel for every time i came up with a pokemon ship by accident that i genuinely thought would have already existed at least by name on the shipping extension/branch of bulbagarden, only to be surprised and faced with the truth of possibly being the first to ever consider them together, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's WEIRD that it happened twice

[ajdrawshq]

points at these ^ things. akira n akechi

[teaboot]

I feel like if you're using a lot of disposable plastic bags in your day to day life, you've gotta do something sustainable to make up for it. Like using bamboo toilet paper or eco friendly cat litter or something, yknow

Honestly I exaggerate for comedic effect, while I DO routinely use ziplock bags to hold spaghetti I cook maybe once a month and the bag itself is usually for freezer storage. I actually throw out maybe one bag a week? I DO hate washing plates and tupperware and junk but that usually just means I eat sandwiches without a plate.

I agree though that needless waste should be avoided, and I do avoid it- biodegradable bags and recyclables, empty butter tubs used to store leftovers, etc.

This said, though, not applicable necessarily for myself but for a lot of others- I feel that it's importat to remember that there are many people who legitimately NEED things like plastic straws, or catheters, or pre-packaged foods

And the idea that that's a moral failing that individuals need to personally make up for when a single billionaire blows out more CO2 in a long weekend than I will in my whole life on a superjet meet-cute in the Bolivian rainforest between humvee drag races funded by the river-polluting textiles plants they planted in a third world country to avoid EPA laws and give an entire village stillbirths and stomach cancer is an idea that those very same bigwigs have spent a LOT of time and money investing in planting in the public psyche.

Like- Glass bottles are infinitely recyclable, so why are so many drinks in plastic now? Loads of drinks manufacturers used to buy them back and clean them for re-use, so why did they stop? If they chose to make something out of a limited and environmentally irresponsible material, why is it my failing to track down a correct process of disposal for them? What if there are none in my area? Do I lobby for more recycling plants in my area? Do I set aside some of my limited time outside the pain factory of my job- which I have more than one of, thanks to rising costs of things just like that drink I just emptied- to properly dispose of this company's waste FOR them?

Say coca-cola just rolled up to your town and started dumping millions of empty plastic bottles in the street, going, "wow, you should really think about building and staffing a recycling depot, it would be really shameful of you to just put these in the trash." When companies purposefully use materials with limited lifespans- because yes, even plastic can only be reused so many times- and tell you it's your own fault if it harms the environment- that's essentially what they're doing, just with more steps.

Yes, its important to be as environmentally concious as we can in our day to day life, but responsible sustainability is not catholicism. We don't get good boy points from our lord and savior Captain Planet every time the average low-income household gathers together to hold hands and repent for a single-use plastic that allows them to access something they need.

Entire families could eat trees and shit dead lithium batteries for years and still not do as much damage to the planet as an average dye plant or braindead celebrity does in a week just for fun, and I'm mad about it

...this went on longer than intended.

TL/DR: DO recycle and minimize waste, but don't beat yourself up over the little waste you can't avoid, and follow the money.

EDIT: Part 2

[mmisosoupp]

Things I think the haikyuu boys would do before dating you

(Karasuno ver.)

Hinata

•Most definitely confides in you.

•does anything that he can do to attempt to impress you. Weather being trying extra hard in his classes, trying a super cool new attack, or even just talking about things that he did that he deems a cool.

•is pretty touchy, not in a weird way. But he tends to somehow get his hands on you one way or another.

•He gets so hyped up seeing you at any sort of volleyball game, and he tries extra hard to do something cool and / or win.

Kageyama

•I personally believe he pays a lot of attention to things that aren't volleyball and that transfers to you. You tell him about a show you liked once three weeks ago? Yeah, he remembers and asks you about it when a new episode comes out.

•He tries his best to compliment you. He's not very good at it though, but I promise he tries.

•usally isn't a good listener, but for you he is, it's like a switch clicks on when you talk that has him zeroed into your rants and rambles

Yamaguchi

•He LIVES to complement you. There isn't a day where he isn't saying you look amazing or that he likes the way you did your hair that day.

•he's not very fond of touching. Like he would normally be very uncomfortable If someone tried to hug him. But every time you hug him, he melts into your touch, like he could be there all day.

•He will NEVER, and I mean never let you feel left out. He knows what it feels like to be left out and he wouldn't ever wish that on you.

•(metaphorically) dies when you get too close to him. His freckled face turns a bright shade of read.

Tsukishima

•somehow gets snarkier with you. But not in a bullying sense, he doesn't tease you more than anyone else. If you can tease him back, OH he has a field day.

•not only does he get snarkier, but he's also nicer to you. Especially if it's around other people who annoy him (hinata and kageyama)

It's kinda scary how nice he becomes.

•takes geuine interest in the things you talk about, especially if you do the same for him.

Tanaka

•you get the kiyoko treatment I fear. So if you don't like that, sucks to be you.

•another one who tries his hardest to impress you. He tries his best fo score extra points during a game or just look cool.

•is incredibly bashful. Dude, in private, he's internally panicking because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you.

Nishinoya

•literally says I love you to you. "I love you, yknow that?" Good morning and goodnight texts "Goodnight, I love you" "Good morning, love youuu"

•gets you things that reminds him of you, a pair of socks with your favorite animal. Bought. A bracelet with your favorite colors on it. Also bought.

Sugawara

•flirts I don't care. you both have definitely made out "as friends"

•uses nicknames on you like "darling" or "my love" again just as friends, right? (No he's deeply in love with you)

•takes so many pictures with you. Like he has an album just of selfie with him titled: K + (your initial), he would die if you saw that folder name

Daichi

•pays extra attention to you, another one who buys things that remind him of you. He's gotten you a key chain of your favorite character that you cherish now.

•is protective of you but not OVERprotective. But he's always making sure you don't get hurt. (Not that he wouldn't mind taking care of you) He's a natural care taker due to being the oldest of his siblings.

•is always subconsciously bringing you up in conversations with the other third years. Poor guy doesn't even realize it.

Asahi

•is always showing you his sketches of outfits he's drawn, somehow they're always very close to your style (I wonder why that is..)

•He reassures you anytime you feel down. He never wants you to feel upset. I mean if he knows what it feels like to not be happy with himself why would he want you to feel the same?

•cuddlebug even before the relationship, you two are latched to each other's hip. Always touching each other.

•let's you play with his hair a the time. Usally he wouldn't let people touch his hair but he can make an exception.

[yuanology]

m!reader fingering afab!geto while being 100% aware gojo's watching through the crack of the door so he decides to show gojo how sensitive his friend is and geto ends up squirting?? (lowkey embarrassed i wrote this, but yknow ignore it if you want😅)

what the Fuck .

gojo satoru was not a virtuous man. far from it, in fact. as a self-made god, satoru existed on a plane far above morality and whatever other human concept was created to define right and wrong. within infinity and the insurmountable power residing in it, there was only the man who wielded it and the humanity confining it.

even so, satoru still knew deep within his heart—the trembling, still beating thing residing underneath the constricts of his ribs—that he should not be doing this; that he should not be staying.

but satoru was not a virtuous man, and so he stayed.

because there, past the thin crack of the door, was his best friend—the same one he had known from childhood, the same one who had walked with him through the ins and outs of darkness—with his clothes stripped clean, thrown messily around the room, both of his feet planted flat on the bed, and his back arching off the mattress in a pleasured arch. between his legs, slick and heavy with evidence of his own debauchery, stood you—fully dressed, only the first two buttons of your collar open.

satoru knew of you. it was impossible not to. you were older than the both of them. when they were freshly entering their first year, you'd already matured where you existed in your third one. satoru himself had barely spared you a glance but in retrospect, he did remember suguru mentioning once or twice that he was training with you on the side.

fuck, satoru thought, dazed. if he had known this was what 'training' involved, he would have listened a bit better on what suguru had to say about you.

because you were holding his thighs apart, well-practiced fingers relentlessly pushing past suguru's slick folds, producing the loudest squelching noises. satoru couldn't see very well from this angle, but he could hear the sounds his best friend was making; fucked up and high-pitched, whiney in a way satoru had never heard him speak before.

suguru cried out your name, breathless and panting. "please," he was begging you, sounding close to tears. "please, no more."

you leaned in, mouth brushing over suguru's chest as you whispered your response. satoru couldn't hear you, even as his ears strained to catch a wisp of your words. but whatever it was, it must not be good because suguru is letting out a loud whine, one the turned into the strangled beginnings of a scream when satoru noticed that you had begun to pick up pace.

oh my god.

just as satoru took the first hesitant half step backwards, swaying in place, he hears your drawled out voice—cutting, brave, unyielding.

"now, where do you think you're going, satoru?"

satoru stiffened, and he realised that he wasn't the only one. suguru did, too—his body locking up as a new flush crawled across his skin. satoru had half the mind to apologise to his best friend in his head, a chant of i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msuchashittyfriend looping in his head as if it could forgive him for not only being a pervert, but also for intruding on his best friend's secret.

satoru cleared his throat. he wanted to make an excuse, to apologise, but all that could tumble out of his throat was a hoarse, "um."

suguru let out a high whine at the sound of satoru's voice, as if he was spurred on by his audience. his back arched, his mouth parting as a deep sound escaped him. satoru watched, mesmerised, as the muscle on suguru's body rippled at the motion, your hands never once faltering in its ministrations.

"come here for a minute, satoru." your voice was calm, collected and almost clinical. as if you didn't practically have your entire fist buried in between suguru's slick folds, your thumb nudging at where satoru guessed must be suguru's clit if suguru's high pitched whimpers were anything to go by. "i need your opinion on something."

satoru swallowed thickly as he was drawn into the room, his motions dumb as if he was a mere puppet on your string. as he moved closer, he realised that there was more to the scene that he couldn't earlier see from his post by the door.

suguru's cunt was fucking drooling, slick dripping all over the place as his hips canted in the air as if to escape and to move closer to the pleasure. his hole would no doubt he gaping if you pulled your hand out, hungry for more. your thumb covered his clit wholly, rubbing at it mercilessly.

satoru felt himself twitching in his pants, throat working around the words stuck in his lungs.

"what do you need?" satoru asked, his voice wrecked. he would be embarrassed by it if it wasn't promptly drowned out by the sound of suguru's choked out noises.

without thinking, satoru moved a hand to rest on suguru's thigh, at the sight of his best friend in distress. he didn't realise what a great mistake it was until suguru did a full body shudder, a ragged gasp leaving him. satoru couldn't fucking breathe.

clearly, you didn't share the same sentiment because you were speaking again. "suguru wants me to stop, but i personally think he can come one more time," you said casually, as if this was a common conversation to have with just about anyone.

suguru let out a weak whimper, pathetic and desperate in a way satoru never knew him to be, at the sound of your words. you must have been trying to convince him about this for a while then.

stiffly, satoru nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "okay," he said dumbly.

he wasn't looking at you, too entranced by the sight of suguru with his legs spread wide open and his messy cunt being on full display, but he could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "well, what do you think? can he come one more time?"

satoru opened his mouth, a half-baked answer on the tip of his tongue, when he was interrupted by the sound of suguru's babbling.

"no. no, please. no more." there were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks prettily, satoru noticed. suguru looked a mess, his hair a halo around his head and his hips lifted in the air as if he was nothing more than a cheap whore. satoru thought he was beautiful. "please. i can't. don't make me. please, please, please, pl—"

his words promptly turned into a loud scream, half-pained and half-pleasured, and satoru's head whipped around to look at the source of it. he swallowed thickly when his eyes dropped from suguru's face to his engorged clit, where your thumb was no longer rubbing at but rather, your earlier free hand was now gently tugging at the hood over it.

holy shit, satoru thought, his head spinning. because he just watched you pinch suguru's clit. you pinched suguru's clit. judging from the nonchalance of your gesture and the way suguru didn't try to fight back, instead canting his hips higher, this was something that you did often.

satoru was going to die. holy shit.

"shh, suguru," you reprimanded, silencing suguru's desperate sobs with a gentle pat to his thigh. suguru sniffled, but he stopped letting out those depressing sounds. "it's not you i'm talking to."

suddenly reminded that he owed you the debt of an answer, he blurted out an answer before he could think twice. "he can," satoru replied. "he's an overachiever, the dumbass. he can come another time."

suguru let out a loud sob at his answer, one that sounded a lot like betrayal.

satoru couldn't properly apologise to him, though, because your lips were curling into a sharp grin, looking like a cat who caught the canary, and satoru couldn't help but think that maybe, he was just in as big of a trouble as suguru was. maybe, with his answer, satoru had condemned not just his best friend, but himself as well.

you pulled your hand out of suguru with a lewd squelch, one that made satoru flush all the way to the roots of his hair—and oh god, he hadn't even realised he could burn up even more—and the way that suguru whimpered, both devastated and relieved by the loss, wasn't helping.

you took a step backwards, letting suguru's body drop onto the mattress. you gestured towards the now empty space between suguru's thighs. "on your knees, satoru. hands behind your back."

satoru couldn't do anything but comply. he dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back and his eyes now at level with suguru's fucked out cunt. holy shit. suguru was twitching, his pretty clit engorged and swollen from the earlier abuse and fucking pierced apparently. satoru exhaled sharply at the sight, his breath fanning across suguru's folds, and earning himself a short, aborted whine from suguru. oh my god.

satoru almost flinched when he felt your hand card through his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands as he guided your face closer to suguru's gushing pussy. "go on," you ordered him, your voice gentled by the sound of melodious laughter. "eat him."

thank you for the meal, satoru thought dazedly as his face was guided closer and closer, until he was buried in suguru's cunt and lapping up the taste of his best friend.

the response was immediate—suguru's thighs started quivering on either side of satoru's head, moving to rest on satoru's shoulders and pulling him in as if to suffocate him. satoru didn't mind, taking that as an unspoken order to start eating his best friend out like his life depended on it.

he didn't bother with hesitating or testing the waters. he licked a broad strip up the length of suguru's cunt, dipping in between his folds to gather the slick there at the centre of his tongue. satoru moaned at the taste, and he was immediately greeted by the feeling of suguru's walls squeezing around him as suguru met him with his own weak whimper.

"suguru's already sensitive." that was you again. there was notable amusement in your voice. "want me to help you make him come faster?"

satoru should say no. he wanted to stay buried in suguru's cunt forever, eating his best friend out until he was shaking all over the place. he wanted to make his best friend feel so good that he stopped being satoru's suguru and instead started becoming your suguru with satoru instead.

but he could hear his best friend's pleas even above the sound of his pounding heartbeat, the sound of suguru's suffering, and he couldn't let this keep going for much longer.

he nodded, the bridge of his nose bumping over suguru's clit in the process. suguru's thighs squeezed around him, a whimper escaping, and satoru quickly drew circles on suguru's hips in apology.

you, on the other hand, didn't seem to have the same courtesy as you told him, "suck on his clit, then open your jaw wide."

satoru obeyed even though he didn't really understand why you were telling him to do that, knowing that you likely understood suguru's body more than he did in this matter.

he pursed his lips around suguru's clit, sucking on it firmly, before he let his jaw drop open.

oh.

oh, holy fuck.

because suguru was squirting directly into his mouth, making a mess out of the lower side of his face, and satoru could only kneel there, his mouth wide open as he swallowed all of his best friend's slick juices. his head was light, and he couldn't breathe—both from the suffocation and the fact that geto suguru, his best friend, his one and only, just fucking squirted into his mouth.

when suguru finally let him free, thighs unlocking from around his head and limply falling onto the edge of the bed. satoru leaned back, unable to process what just happened, when he heard you speak again.

"don't forget your manners, suguru."

it was quiet for a moment, then he heard the small, almost shy, voice of his best friend. "thank you, satoru," suguru mumbled.

"you're welcome," satoru replied, his voice sounding fucked over. he couldn't correct himself just yet, though, his head still reeling.

he was still on his knees as he watched you rearrange suguru on the bed, peppering soft kisses onto his face and his collarbone and his chest in stark contrast to the way you had treated him earlier. there was the lull of soft conversation passing between the both of you, one that satoru didn't try being a voyeur of.

he was content with just kneeling there, his head filled with cotton and static. he didn't even bother with touching himself, still too entranced by the feeling of this all happening.

finally, your footsteps drew close to him. he tilted his head as he watched you approach him. you cupped his chin, tilting his head back to meet your gaze.

"messy," you noted, but the corners of your mouth were quirked into a smile. "but suguru's always been messy." satoru didn't have any response to that, so he simply nodded stupidly. somehow, that must be the right answer because you laughed.

you took a step back, taking a seat onto the edge of the bed. satoru's eyes tracked your movement almost curiously. he frowned when you patted your lap, as if you were expecting something from him.

"over my knee," you said. "i think fifteen should do. usually, i'd give more, but i'm assuming you're new to the scene, hm? don't forget to count."

satoru blinked dumbly. he stayed rooted on his knees. "what?" he asked hoarsely.

you raised a brow at him. "oh, satoru," you said, your voice placating. "did you really think that i was going to let you go unpunished just like that? over my knee. fifteen spanks and i want you to count."

when he still did nothing, your gaze darkened and your voice grew firm. "now, satoru."

oh, satoru thought smartly.

swallowing thickly, he moved to comply.

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Hear me out...

Yknow in season 2 ep 1 dean is a Disembodied spirit. I was thinking about him still being able to touch you and leave feint whispers in your ear.

Do you see where I'm going with this👁👁

Okay, I'm gonna try this short fic, drabble-y (it's not gonna be a drabble, it' gonna be more words cause I can't shut up) thing, because I CANNOT be getting distracted with full length fics, but I do crave the dopamine hit of finishing something and this ask is just too cute. Thank you, anon!!

═ The Swayze method ═

CWs Dean getting ghost-y, dubious touching but everyone's into it. 18+ , 1.2k words

Well, Dean thinks, sighing as he watches another stranger walk through him without so much as looking up. At least it's not that fear illness again, or him turning into a senior citizen.

But this? This is only third on the list of shit things to happen to him in the last few years.

He sighs, turns back around, just in time to watch Sam walk out of the grocery store, arms laden with what he's pretty sure is some turnips and everything-but-the-bagel seasoning, or ingredients for a spell. Watches him run to the car, looking over his shoulder, like he's buying weed for the first time.

He knows his baby brother is on the way back to his physical body. Because whatever Dean is wearing right now - it's not corporeal. Hence the strangers walking through him. Hence his brother sprinting past him like Big Bird without throwing him a single look.

From what he can tell, Sam hasn't called you. Which is fine, cause his brother seems to have it figured out, so there's no point in worrying you. Dean prefers you to be un-worried as well. He knows he gets your heart rate up often enough when he goes out on cases. So the fact that he got zapped by some witch... Well. You don't need to know if it's all gonna be fine again soon.

He can't get in the car. He tried when Sam drove over from the woods next to town, and he simply fell through the floor of it, straight on his ass. He's not about to try that again. He looks around. A dog walks through him, then takes a piss near his shoes. Great.

The motel's not far. There's no point in walking back to Sam and his own body, cause he's probably gonna be sucked back there anyway when the spell is broken. But the motel's right around the corner. And that's where you are.

It's not weird, he tells himself as he starts walking. He's not gonna do anything creepy. He just wants to see you, check on you. You hugged him close when he rolled out of bed this morning and he had to tear himself away, even though he really didn't want to. He just gets to hang out with you a little. Even if you won't be aware of it.

Okay. Maybe it's a little creepy.

He makes it to the room without having been zapped back. Finds the door to your and his room. He thinks about knocking, then remembers he can't. So he just phases through the wood.

You're on the bed, on your back, book in hand. A soft drink from the machine on the night stand. Dean stands at the other end of the room, and he can't help but grin. You're just too damn cute.

Just then you scoot lover on the bed, change your book to one hand. It's one of those chewed up paperbacks you constantly pick up everywhere. The ones you make Dean smell, because you say the pages smell great. He indulges you. Again, you're very cute.

Your free arm goes over your stomach and you absentmindedly run your fingers over the skin that's uncovered by your shirt riding up a little. Dean can't help his grin widening, his non-existent tongue going out to wet his non-existent lips.

He steps closer, sort of saunters over to you the way he would if he had a body, because that's a hard habit to break. He stands over you, and just cause you're right there, with that itty bitty bit of skin showing, he runs his fingers over that part.

You press your torso up a little. It could just be you readjusting, but Dean sees the little smile on your face. He narrows his eyes. And does it again.

You hum and then, and his eyebrows go up and mouth drops open at that, bite your bottom lip. Which is pretty much catnip to him.

"Oh, baby girl," he sighs, shaking his head. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

You shift around again. But it's not just shifting around. It's the same way you do it when you and him are lying in bed, not really doing anything, but still doing something. Flirting, fleeting touches. It's that shifting around. Kind of a wiggle.

So Dean does the logical thing - brings his hand to your knee, then runs the palm up, towards the inside of your leg. Your hand with the book meets the bed as you roll your hips, sigh a little. Oh shit. Yeah, he's not about to stop now.

You take your hand off the book, bring it to just under your breasts and slowly run it down your body. You're wearing the sweats you sleep in, not having had a reason to take them off yet, and Dean watches as your dainty hand wander in.

"I really hope you're at least thinking of me," he mutters as he looks down at you. "This is gonna be real awkward if not."

A soft smile goes over your face and Dean can see your hand moving. He huffs a little. He doesn't know if ghost boners are a thing, but he sure feels whatever the metaphysical version of it is coming on.

Your other hand goes to your breast, circling your hardening nipple through the fabric. Eyes falling shut.

"Darlin'," he says, his hand moving to go over yours, just the fabric separating your skin. That and the whole ghost business. And then your mouth drops open as his hand touches you - or hovers there, whatever. You moan, high in your throat. "You like that, huh?"

He pushes his hand down, careful not to press it low enough that he slips through you, and he's sure there's some resistance, but he might be imagining it. He doesn't care, either. He's straight Swayze-ing this.

"Oh yes," you mutter, eyes squeezing shut, "yes, baby." Dean really, really needs to believe he's baby, cause he doesn't think his ego can take it otherwise. That the thought of anyone else could get you going like this.

Your chest starts rising and falling faster, your face getting that concentrated look. You press your head back and then your body tenses, the best noises in the world leaving you. Dean needs to close his eyes at them. That ghost boner is straining against his non-existent jeans.

He opens his eyes again, and the vertigo hits him so hard it nearly catapults his stomach out of his body. His real, actual body. He's looking up at the sky. He blinks. Then Sam's dumb face slowly moves over him.

"You okay, dude?" he asks, looking worried. Dean untenses his body, which he's able to do. Lets out a deep breath.

"I'm fine," he grunts.

When they're back in the car, driving to the motel, Dean's mood has improved again. He knows he's gonna find you there, body probably still buzzing, and he's not gonna waste a second on putting his freshly regained motor skills to use.

And when the brothers arrive and you open the door for him, sling your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek with a grin that makes Sam immediately excuse himself, he knows you were thinking about him.

Did I do good? 🥺👉👈

[highlandhour]

Content warnings: dad!Charles, tooth rotting fluff, Charles Smith x fem!reader.

A warm breeze swept over your features, weaving through your hair to cool down your hot scalp. That morning had been a busy one, filled with jamming and pickling fruits and vegetables as well as canning any others you wanted to save without flavoured vinegars or sugar to preserve them.

You had just finished up doing the laundry, which had dried your hands out unbelievably so. The hot summer air wasn’t helping either as you peg sheets and various clothing items to the line. You lean to the side, groaning lightly as you do so, grabbing another damp piece of clothing from your basket and lifting it into view of the sun. The tiniest little off white dress lay pinched in your fingers. You flick the fabric lightly before grabbing wooden pegs from the front pocket of your striped apron, the one you made from one of Charles’ old shirts that got ripped beyond repair a few months ago.

You place one of the pegs into your mouth as you stretch the dress to drape it over the line, one peg, two pegs, you pluck the third from your mouth and slide it on the puffed shoulder of the dresses sleeve.

A teeny tiny cry catches your attention, making you lift your head towards where it was coming from. The little window by the line was open and the light pink floral wallpaper of your daughters room could be seen, as well as the lace of her curtains which are now flowing out the window thanks to the breeze.

“Charles!” You call out into the air. “Can you go get her! I’m just finishing up here!”

A heavy thump can be heard from the surrounding woodlands your little cabin resides in. Charles makes himself visible as he walks out of the covert, his shirt long discarded and tucked into his back pocket with his suspenders laying on either side of his hips.

“Was just finishing up myself.” He smiles as he walks by you, letting his hand trail across your stomach to waist before letting it run across your bum. You shoo him away innocuously, tapping your hand at his fingers to be rid of his flirtatious gesture.

“Go!” You laugh at him as he opens the bottom of your Dutch back door to walk inside with a proud smile on his face.

“Fool.” You shake your head smiling to yourself as you pick up another piece of laundry to put on the line.

You listen carefully for Charles as you hear him walk into your daughter’s bedroom. His soft coos just dampened to the point of incomprehension but your girls sweet little squeaks makes your heart swell. You squeeze one of Charles’ shirts in your hands looking down with so much joy. It’s the blue shirt. That old blue shirt he refuses to get rid of.

You quickly flick it out to undo all the wrinkles you gave it. Shoving your hand into your pocket again to grab a fistful of pegs and popping a few into your mouth this time.

“You wanna see your mama?” You turn slightly to look behind you, popping a peg from your mouth to slide it onto the collar of that blue dotted shirt.

Charles had her lay across his big arm, her head resting comfortably on his bicep. He takes her tiny little hand into his and makes her wave to you. As quick as you could, you put the rest of the pegs on the shirt before fully turning around. Outstretching your arms.

“C’mere sweetheart!” You ring as Charles waltzes his way towards you.

“Comin.” He replies with a half grin.

“Not you.” You scrunch your nose up at him playfully. Taking your daughter from his hold to let her lay her small head on your shoulder.

“Aw that ain’t fair.” Charles bends over, picking up a large sheet from the basket and spreading it out in his hands. “I was sweetheart first yknow.” He says to your daughter before kissing her on the top of her dark haired head.

“You’re also baby and honey and-”

Charles lets out a loud bellow of a laugh, reaching his hand into your pocket to take out a peg and slide on the corner of the sheet.

“Don’t I know it darlin.”

You step back to make room as he takes another peg from your apron and place it in the middle of the sheet.

“Darlin’s another one.” You say matter of fact, rubbing your hand up and down your babies back.

You both stay like that for the rest of the amount of time it takes to hang out the laundry. You stepping backwards a little with a pocket full of pegs whilst Charles hangs everything you washed. All the while your daughter made little noises in your arms and held the cotton of your dress in her teeny tiny vice like grip.

Such a difference from where you both came from. You could get used to this.

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[jealousmartini]

Guys something weird happened when I was half-assedly shifting this morning.

I was doing my usual, thinking about different things in my mha reality, but this time I was really focusing on doing it from my drself perspective so first perspective instead of third.

And I was really feeling super relaxed thinking about lounging the fuck out in my dorm room, yknow with the spring breeze in the air, the soft fluffyness of my queensized bed, my room was illuminated from the sun and the blue sky, occasionally reminding myself "oh i shifted!" "I almost forgot i already shifted" "its so nice to be in my dr" every now and then; my God it was a whole vibe.

And then I was imagining one of my friends coming in to hang out with me. I decided to make things interesting and thought of him hugging me into the bed, and then I could literally FEEEL THE WEIGHT OF SOMEONE ON TOP OF ME. IN MY CURRENT REALITY. IT WAS LITERALLY DIFFICULT FOR ME TO MOVE MY ARM BECAUSE IT WAS ON MY STOMACH AND I WAS THINKING TO MYSELF "WOAH WHAT IS THIS HEAVY FEELING ONTOP OF ME RIGHT NOW??" AND IT GOT HEAVIER AND IT FUCKING SHIFTED OFF OF ME???.

BUT IT WAS SO FREAKY BECAUSE I KNEW THIS WOULD FEEL WEIRD GIVEN THAT THERE IS ONLY A BLANKET ON ME IN MY CR, SO WHERE WOULD THIS SUDDEN WEIGHT COME FROM??

And then the cherry on the cake, outside looks exactly the way it did my mha reality, but in my cr 😩🔥🔥🔥 I AM SHIFTING YALL WTF

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Gn!reader and Connor making out in a semi-public spot and Hank is just like "OMFG PLS STOP RUINING MY INNOCENCE BOY"

Maybe hcs of every time hes caught them doing a lil too much PDA wise

(Doesn't specifically have to be making out just excess PDA, maybe Connor and reader are flirting a whole lot just whatever ur comfy with!)

Authors note: IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA.

Characters: Connor x Gn!Reader and third wheel Hank (poor guy)

⚠Warnings⚠: Semi-Public making out, mentions of dying (just a little)

🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙

The first time

-You and Connor think you guys are so slick

-Spoiler: you’re not

-You were both pretty new into the relationship so couldn’t keep your hands off each other

-And plus since the station barely had any people, why not sneak off with each other?

-Thinking it was gonna be for just a small while, you both are at the back of the station, smoochin’ away

-and surprise surprise

-you end up staying there long enough for Hank to actually end up getting worried

-like do you have any idea? how long you two have to be away for? for hank to get worried??

-Bc its not like he doesn't care or anything but he simply isn't used to having to actively keep an eye on you two

-but then them mother instincts kicked in after he noticed you two had been gone for a while

-He just starts asking around if anyone saw the two of you

-And happened to stumble in on you guys (poor dude screamed he needed bleach after walking in on you two)

-Lets just say that Hank kept a closer eye on you two after that

The second time

-You two have calmed down since the last incident with Hank walking in on you guys

-But of course you still had your moments with each other

-this time around you weren’t in that much of a public space (what you told yourself)

-just casually behind the Chicken Feed truck while Hank ate his lunch

-yknow, like how normal people do

-You two honestly don't really understand how it even happened

-You wanted a drink from a nearby shop since the drink you wanted wasn't sold at the Chicken Feed

- And Connor simply asked if he could tag along

-Aaand next thing you know you're both behind the Chicken Feed truck, drink long forgotten, with Connor trapped between you and the truck

-Of course, Hank gets worried again since he's a pretty slow eater so he doesn't know how you're still not back after all this time

he swears... that's it. jk jk, I'm just being stupid. anyways, he swears that you both are gonna give him a heart attack someday from how much he worries

-He tries calling you on his phone and gets confused when he hears your ringtone from behind the truck

-Time skip a few minutes later, Connor and you have red ears from Hanks grip and sulking in the car ride to the station after his lecture

-Mostly because he swears the two of you make him worried sick on purpose

The third time

-Ok. this time.

-You didn’t even try to hide it

-Like no joke, just decided to make out right there and then

-On Hanks couch.

-knowing he was about to be back in a little bit

-but heyyyy you both could’ve cared less in that moment

-A few hours earlier, you were after a suspect and one thing lead to another so all of a sudden, you were being held hostage

-So this making out was a bit justified since you almost died thinking that you were never gonna see Connor again

-And he was just as scared

-Soo both of ya just wanted to hold each other for a bit

-That’s probably why when Hank got back from doing whatever Hank does, he bit his tongue (literally) to stop a snippy remark from falling out

-He was just happy you were alive and you two were finding comfort in each other

-Albeit, a little grossed out at your show of affection

-He just cursed under his breath and went to go take a nap

[fishhateme]

so... Linkedin influencer au, anyone?

LinkedIn Influencer danny in the midst of the redbull breakdown™ made me think of like this random ass au

BEAR WITH ME

(i made a pt 2!)

Imagine Max being an up and coming engineer or something along those lines, and he's a genius in his field but he's antisocial as fuck (if you'd ask him he'd just say he's intolerant to other people's bullshit)

ANYWAYS he sort of *has* to network because of the horrors of the capitalist world and as he's scrolling through LinkedIn he comes across this... dork? He isn't exactly cringe, not like this other engineer (ahem ahem aerodynamic engineer!lewis) who posts photos of his bulldog going to the office -which is supposed to be inspirational?? Somehow??- or quotes about being a unicorn

(i realize I'm getting sidetracked about how funny lewis would be on LinkedIn so I'll get back on track)

Unlike engineer!lewis, this other guy on LinkedIn isn't necessarily cringe - he's obviously a bit older than max judging by his very proper punctuation (although it is... yknow... linkedin) and his weird hyper fixation with cowboy emojis anytime he gets a promotion or anything like that, but he sort of makes max do that thing where you exhale out of your nose instead of chuckling, and since that's the first semi enjoyable thing max has ever experienced whilst on the hellhole that is linkedin, he decides to follow him

He's forgotten about it at first, but then he sort of start refreshing his feed to check if the guy has posted anything, and then he's commenting on one of his posts about hiding honey badger stickers around his physics faculty office (apparently he works in a university or something, not that max reread his career trajectory ten times or anything) with laughing emojis (who comments on LinkedIn posts? Who is he, his father?) and they get into this weird sort of always-interacting-with-each-other-but-also-y'know-it's-linkedin-not-tinder sorta vibe

The point is that his coworker/reluctant friend lando drags him to this stupid engineering event that's supposed to be perfect for networking.

Max will never admit it, but he agreed to go not only to get away from his horrible boss, because Marko creeped him the fuck out and would criticize his work even if he reinvented Einstein's theory of relativity, but also because the funny linkedin guy posted he'd be there

Except max wonders around and around the stupid aerodynamics convention and, while he runs into that fucking guy with the decked out bulldog more times than he could count, he doesn't think he sees daniel?

He's not about to humiliate himself and ask someone, though. That would be desperate, even if this daniel -danyul- is sort of well known in these circles because his LinkedIn posts are semi well known (max chuckles at the thought of falling for an influencer, but not an Instagram model, instead a LinkedIn physics micro influencer)

After a few hours he gives up, deciding the best course of action is getting shitfaced and therefore successfully forcing Lando to drive back home through the inevitable traffic the convention would bring to town

He goes to the bar and orders a gin and tonic, then another, then a third (he really shouldn't have gotten a third, he was supposed to be looking for another job in the first place and that toto guy from the germany factories seemed interested in his resume, this was a bad idea)

Flushed, frustrated and pleasantly buzzed, he rested his forehead against the coolness of the bar, closing his eyes when he heard someone sit on a stool, an amused Aussie accent right next to him

"What's got you down in the dumps, mate? An equation broke your heart? A lever system rejected your advances?"

Max closed his eyes and barely even chuckled out of courtesy for the stranger. Dork, a distant part of his brain supplied, and although he'd used that same word for someone else his buzzed brain didn't connect the dots

"I was looking for a guy I know from LinkedIn but I think he didn't show up" he admitted, surprising himself with his sudden burst of honesty. Maybe he shouldn't have drank so fast?

The guy next to him cackled, and Max didn't lift his head because the lights were too bright and they'd hurt him, but he was pretty sure he heard the scraping of the stool legs against the floor signaling this random Aussie guy almost ate shit laughing at the patheticness of his situation

Great

"Screw him!" He said, way too cheerfully for Max's taste, and ordered himself a rose

Max lifted his head at that, if only to say how idiotic it was to order a rose instead of a real drink, and he almost gasped when he was met with dark curls and a dangerously toothy grin he'd seen before, on his LinkedIn home screen, on a tiny icon but definitely there

But before he could have time to react, Daniel was clinking his glass of rose against Max's half finished g&t, smiling mirthfully

"Don't worry, mate. People on LinkedIn are a bunch of cunts, anyway"

[chocolatetheoristcloudx2]

Consummation

Dom!Shikaku Nara x Wife Reader!

Warnings:DOM SHIKAKU!,Shikaku has issues,ADHD (A Deadly Hard Doing),unprotected sex,rough hard sex,creampie,,VIRGINTY TAKING,BREEDING,arranged marriage,Reader is kinda strange,DUB-CON,age difference,pussy eating,dick eating,drunken sex,NON CON ELEMENTS ,biting mentioned,pubes.

You examined the newly sliver wedding ring for what felt like the 100th time, the ring resembled a deer head. It looked oh so shiney and sparkly.But its beauty wasn't the only thing that made you look at it for so long.

But the matter of the fact that what it now represents.

Your arranged marriage and new life.

A new life with an older man who you had only met 8 or 9 hours ago and that was at your wedding ceremony.

You remembered vividly of how the man's first impression of you were.He had a board expression, but one of his brow was higher than the other one as he watched with lidded eyes as you walked down the aisle.He was clearly taller than you.And it was really shown when you stood opposite from him.

You got a better close-up of him.

And so did he.

You could clearly see him upfront now,and so did he as you both silently examined each other, greeting each other softly so that only the both of you could hear.

It...it kinda felt like he was eyefucking you a little bit if you were being honest with the way his eyes ranked down your frame,but than again you could've said the same for most of the people there.Which were more than what you were expecting.Making you feel pretty nervous.

But after the kiss and everything,you both went to the reception where there was a speech before you two kinda went your separate ways with you having some cake.And Shikaku getting drunk with some of his friends whilst you,got introduced and talked to by some people.Found out he had a son talked to said son found out that you were two years his senior.

And all that type of Jazz.

Before, you simply upped and left after your third slice of cake.

Leaving Shikaku to continue drinking with his friends and talk to guests.

Meanwhile,you asked for directions where you would be staying from now on and where all your belongings were.That being your now forever home where you would build a family with.

And that's where you are right now.At his house,or now you're house.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the sliding door opening behind,causing you to turn to the source of the sound.

Where you saw him.

Your husband.

He was standing in the door frame his left hand on the handle of the door. Where he simply looked at you for awhile before speaking.

"Oh....your here"

His voice was low as he looked down at you as you sat on the Tatami flooring.You looked at the man infront of you for awhile taking in his appearance.He still had on his Kuromonpuku but his haori was a bit off the shoulder on his right side.And as for he himself,his cheeks looked a little red and his eyelids looked heavy.

"I didn't know where else to go...."

You spoke in a calm soft tone of voice.Your hands were on your lap as your head was turned to face him.You were still in your wedding dress,you wore a untraditional wedding dress.It was a cream colored dress with a big puffy skirt with matching puffy sleeves.

You looked straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh I see..."

This is the first time you two actually had a conversation together so things were pretty awkward especially considering the circumstances.

"I just came to check up on you yknow since you kinda left the reception without a word or yknow anything"

"Oh well I'm sorry for making you worry,I just was starting to feel tired and yknow all that jazz"

"No no I get it"

There was nothing but pure silence after that.

A few seconds later Shikaku stepped into the room,closing the sliding door behind him.

"Yknow.....your pretty cute"

Shikaku said as he as looked at you.

Catching you slightly off guard,you looked at him with wide eyes.You've never really come off as cute but more like,but instead kinda creepy and strange and maybe even a little unsettling to most than some.

"Thanks..."

Responded to him.

He looked you again before moving towards you.

"Use your tongue more damnit"

Shikaku groaned, looking down at you in between his legs his hand was tangled in your hair as he moved you further down his meaty cock forcing you to deepthroat him.

Gagging noises escaped your throat as spit dripped down your chin as spit was smothered from the tip of his harden erection to the base of it forcing you to make a sorts of lewd sounds and noises as you choked around him.Tears threatening to spill from your eyes accompanied by your smeared and ruined makeup.

Your face was repeatedly buried in his slightly bushy pubes before being pulled back up to the circumstance of his horse like cock before the cycled continued.Your painted nails was sinking into his inner thigh trying to brace yourself.

"Come on how are you supposed to be my wife if you can't even give me a half decent blow job?"

Shikaku stated as he pulled you off of his cock so that he could look at you properly.Your makeup was absolutely ruined and black strikes of mascara came down from your eyes which were slightly red.Your dark red lipstick was all over the place as well as your lips were glazed with slight spit as it dripped from chin onto your wedding dress.

As for you yourself,you were breathing hard trying to get as much oxygen in before you were pushed back into his pubes.

"I know you're a virgin and all, but Kami, at least try to cooperate with me....,yknow from the way you bit me at the ceremony. I thought things would've been a bit more interesting"

Oh yeah, that's right.

During the wedding ceremony where you two kissed,you had bit him.

Soft sniffs left you as you looked up at him through teary eyes.Shikaku pulled you so that you'd be sitting on your knees,your hands leaving his inter thighs as it moved quickly around the hand that was pulling you by the hair.

Before he let go of your hair,and simply looked at you the smell of alcohol coming off of him strongly.Making you feel all the more nauseous.His hand traveling down to your chest where he cups one of your breasts.Making you let out a small whine in return.

He massages it back and forth for awhile in-between his large palm rather roughly.Before he pulls back his entire hand only to reach behind you and undo the button that was responsible for holding up your dress.

In a fluid motion your sleeves came off your shoulders causing you to quickly fold your arms.But before you could you were pushed rather harshly onto the floor.You tried to get back up but was faced back with the same response from the Nara.

Shikaku made his way in-between your thighs,you tried to close back your thighs but was met with a hard slap to the side of your thigh.Causing you to whine as it left behind a stinging sensation.

"Behave"

Shikaku mumbled.Before leaning down and flipping up your big puffy skirt causing you to be unable to see him.

"Oh good you have one of these"

He spoke with interest in his tone before. Leaning down further, his teeth latching onto your ruffle thigh garter. Before dragging it off your thigh as before throwing it aside,his gaze turning back to your thighs.

More specifically, the fat that gathered at the top of your white sheer thigh highs as his rough palms reaching down to rub them he took your left leg he raised it over his shoulder where he began to leave feather light kisses against the fabric and against the side of your thighs.

You let small whines here and there before Shikaku dipped back down beneath your skit,gasping as you felt his hot breath against your clothed core.You started to kick at the sensation and let out a slight scream which released into you getting another stinging slap on your thigh.

The man groans before looking up at you.

"I've already warned you....next time I'll leave my hand print in your skin"

He said more clearly now before,slipping his fingers into the waist band of your underwear and pulling them off you dropping the leg that was on his shoulder so that he could fully take the undergarment off.Before tossing them to aside,and dipping his head back to your crotch.

"Im Gonna show you how to properly give oral sex,so take this as a learning experience"

You didn't even get a chance to speak before he wrapped his arms under your thighs before bringing you closer to his mouth.

.

.

.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Moan after Moan left your mouth as you rode Shikaku's face grinding into his mouth.His face is buried in your crotch, his nose pressing against your clit as he devours you.Your wedding dress skirt concealing your husband's face.

He's making loud, messy noises as he eats you out.Spit dripped down his chin as he went down on you,your hips rocking back and forth rougher and harder.You began to fondle your heavy breasts as you began to twist and turn them in every and anyway you could.

He slips two of his fingers into your sickness as he continues sucking on your red and puffy clit.flicking his tongue back and forth.

"Mmmph"

He mutters against your private causing vibrations to send you wilder as you began to feel overwhelmed.

You rocked your hips harder as you chased your orgasm but before you could.

Shikaku removed his fingers from your slick as well as his tongue from your bud.

"Why....why did you stop?"

You asked, looking downwards even if you couldn't see his face.

"Get off me"

Was his only response.So you did so. Letting Shikaku sit up.His chin and lips were covered in spite before he wiped it off using the sleeve of his haori.

"Lay down"

You did as told.Allowing the man to hover over you. He looked down before he lazily started to pump up and down his meaty shaft,thick veins aligning his impressive size.

He stood on his knees before aligning yourself with him, and before you could even say the phrase, 'what are you doing?'

Shikaku slammed himself inside of you, forcing a scream outta your throat. He waited a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size by the mean time feeling the ticklish feeling of blood streaming down onto his cock.

Before he went on, brutally and unforgivably ramming into your cunt.The cunnilingus and fingering he had given you was to stretch you out for him.As his hips slammed into yours.The lewd sounds of sex filled the small room,your breasts slamming up and down in sync with his movements.

You were a moaning mess,as you simply couldn't take the fast thrusting movements of his hips as they slammed into your over and over again.His hands on your wide hips using it so that you meet his thrusts halfway.

You didn't take long to cum,as a burning hot white pleasure filled you causing you to scream out loud probably altering to everyone Shikamaru around what was taking place.As you creamed around his cock.

Soon after, Shikaku returned the favor,allowing his hot, heavy fertile sperm to fill your fruitful womb as he emptied his heavy balls inside of you.Allowing rope,after rope to fill your cunt.

.

.

.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing.Shikaku pulled his soft cock out of your pussy.As he began to admire the work of art he had just created.

Yknow maybe this arranged marriage thing wasn't so bad after all.

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Twisted luck

Dead in the water

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of drowning, grief,

An: hope you enjoy. My inbox is open for requests for Sam, dean cas and other fandoms

Masterlist - spn masterlist - Sam Winchester masterlist

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You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for a text from an old friend you met through Jason, she was worried about you and how you disappeared after his death.

You’ve been mostly ignoring her texts and calls but you finally gave in after the guilt started to gnaw at your seams.

The diner was relatively quiet, and so was Dean as he looked through the local newspaper for a hunt. The gaze on your phone had been broken when a waiter walked over to your table. “Can I get you anything else?” She asked, seductively not sparing a glance at you, focus more on dean who was smiling at her with the pen you let him borrow in his mouth. “Dude” you scoffed snatching the pen from him, just as Sam returned to the table “just the check please” Sam said. The girl walked away with a flirty smile, glancing back at the boys.

Dean's smile dropped , before looking at you and Sam. “Yknow, we are allowed to have fun once in a while” he said before pointing to the retreating waiter “that’s fun”

all he earned in return was a glare from the both of you. It’s barely been a month and hes already trying to get you to move on. He got the message pretty quickly, sighing before pushing the paper over to you. “Here take a look at this, I think I got one.”

You moved the paper over so Sam could see a little better. Dean had circled a picture of a girl “lake manitoc Wisconsin, Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn’t walk out. Authorities drag the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third lake manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. Had a funeral three days ago” he said.

Sam made a face “A funeral?” He asked. “Yeah it’s a word they buried an empty coffin, for closure or whatever” dean dismissed

Sam scoffed ���closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean people just stop looking for them”. you knew he was talking about your parents but using someone else’s loss to get your point across wasn’t something that sat well with you. Dean cocks his head “Something you want to say to me?” He asks

You internally groaned knowing an argument was about to take -lave and you were right in the middle of it. Literally. “The trail for Dad and Thena. It's getting colder every day.” Sam said

Dean raised his brows in confusion “Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?” He asked. Sam shook his head “I don't know. Something. Anything.” Dean scowled “You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find them as much as you do?” He squinted his eyes at his younger brother.

“Yeah, I know you do, it's just-“

“I’m the one who’s been with them everyday for the past two years while you were off to college going to pep rally’s. We’ll find ‘em but until then we’re gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?” Dean said. Sam gave him a challenge in look which Dean returned with that older sibling authority kind of look, making Sam break.

You rolled your eyes “okay, lake manitoc” you said breaking the silence, you looked over to Dean, seeing his attention occupied on the waitress who walked by, you rolled your eyes “hey” you said snapping in his face. “Huh,” he replied, snapping out of his daze. “How far?” Sam asked.

You reached lake manitoc pretty quickly, arriving before noon. Your first top was the Carlton's residence where the latest victim's family lived.

You knocked on the door and the owner was quick to answer. “Will Carlton?” You asked. “Yeah, that’s right” he said, looking between the three of you. You gestured to yourself “i'm Agent Nicks” then dean “this is Agent Ford.” Then Sam “and Agent Hamill, and were with the US wildlife service” you said, pulling out one of your many fake ids. “And we’d like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind”.

Will averted his eyes to the ground before nodding, widening the door to let you in. Will led the three of you to the lake in the back of their home where Sophie drowned. Bill Carlton, her father, was sitting at the edge of the deck staring out into the water. You felt immense grief for the man, “she was about a hundred yards out, that’s where she got dragged down”. Will said, pointing to the middle of the lake. ‘Dragged down? That's new’ you noted.

“And you’re sure she didn’t just drown?” Dean asked, Will nodded fully confident with his answer “yeah. When was a varsity swimmer, she practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub” he explained. Another piece of new information.

“So no splashing? No signs of distress?” Sam questioned softly. Will shook his head “no thats what im telling you” he stated firmly. You tilted your head looking out at the lake “did you happen to see any shadows in the water? Like a dark shape or anything?” You asked moving your eyes back to him.

“No. Again she was really far out there” he said. You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. “you ever seen any strange tracks along the shoreline?” Dean asked. Wills eyes widened “no, never. Why, what do you thinks out there?” He asked voice sounding slightly panicked. You put your hand out to calm him “were not sure, its just protical to ask these questions but as soon as we know you’ll be the first to know/“ you said, giving him a slight nod.

Dean began walking away “what about your father? Can we talk to him?” Sam asks looking to the older man sitting on the bench. Will looks back, before returning his eyes back to the two of you “look, i mean if you dont mind, i mean- he didn’t see anything and hes kind of been through a lot” he said.

You and Sam nodded in understanding “we understand” Sam said, turning to walk away and you started to as well before you paused looking back at will. “I’m sorry for your loss.” You said, before walking to the car.

it was an unusual act on your part, but something about this case had you feeling more for the victims than usual.

Your next stop was the police station. “Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?” He questioned smugly, rounding the front desk, leaning the three of you to what you guess is his office.

“Are you sure it was accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.” Sam asked, following the man. “Like what?” He asked, motioning to the two chairs “sit please, there are no indigenous carnivores in that lake” sheriff Jake insisted. Dean sits down and Sam offers you the other seat, opting to stand behind you instead. 

“There’s nothing even big enough to pull down a Person, unless it was the lochness monster.” He comments sarcastically. “Yeah, right” dean huffs a laugh sending a look your way that you briefly returned. 

Devins leaned forward placing his hands on his desk. “Will Carlton was traumatized, and even sometimes the mind plays tricks on you, still-“ he paused sitting down “we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just o be sure, and nothing was there”

you leaned forward “it's a little weird no? I mean it’s the third body this year”. Devins leaned and shook his head, “I know, these are people from my own town. People that I care about.” He emphasized his words. You nodded “i know” , your voice sympathetic. 

“Anyway” he sighed leaning back in his chair “all this… won't be a problem much longer.” He said. “What do you mean?” Dean asked, causing the man to tilt his head “well, the dam, of course” 

 Dean made a face of recognition briefly turning to you and Sam who raised your eyebrows in amusement “of course the dam. It uh- it sprung a leak” he said, a poor attempt to save himself and you resisted the urge to laugh. 

“It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they’ve opened the spillway. In another six months there won't be much of a lake. Won’t be much of a town either. But as federal wildlife you knew that already” he said.  Dean gave an unsure nod “exactly” 

a knock at the door followed by “sorry am i interrupting?” Caught your attention, you turned around seeing Sam scoot out of the way and a woman had walked into the room, followed by a little boy no older than seven. 

You and dean stood up, “i can come back later” she said. 

You looked to the sheriff, who stood as well “lady, gentlemen this is my daughter” he introduced her. 

Dean ever the flirt plastered a smile on his face, and holds out his hand for a shake “pleasure to meet you. I’m dean” he says. Andrea politely shakes his hand returning his smile “Andrea Barr, hi.”. You give Sam a look, wanting to choke yourself out at deans attempt and continuing fail at flirting with the woman. 

You stepped forward “were with the wildlife service, here about the lake” you said shaking her hand next. Her demeanor clearly shifted catching you and Sam’s attention, out from behind her steps the little boy. “Oh hey there, whats your name?” Dean asks, the little boy shrinks into himself and turns to walk away. 

Andrea turns to follow the boy, you don't take your eyes off of them curious about the boy. “His name’s lucas” the sheriff says. You tilt your head watching Andrea give Lucas a box of crayons and paper. “Is he okay?” Sam asks the million dollar question. 

“My grandson’s been through a lot, we all have” is all he says, before moving to the door. “Well if there’s anything else i can do for you, please let me know” he said. You all nodded giving him quiet ‘thanks’  before leaving out of the office, dean however stopped turning to Andrea “y’know now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?” He asked. 

You rolled your eyes pushing past dean and out of the station, choosing to wait for the boys outside and spare you some of the headache you got from dean and his constant flirting.

You internally groaned, giving Sam a look when dean walked out with Andrea behind him.  They take the lead walking right past the impala. You stood for a second “did he really ask her to literally walk us two blocks?” You asked incredulously. Sam’s lips thin “yeah, its kinda pitiful” he said. “That's putting it lightly” you said before following them.  

“So, cute kid” dean says breaking the incredibly awkward silence. “Thanks” Andrea said, she said keeping up her fast paced walking. You cross the street, “kids are the best huh?”. You felt like you were experiencing the second hand embarrassment at Andrea’s complete lack of interest. 

She said nothing to his comment and continued on walking. Before stopping on the sidewalk in front of the motel. “There it is. Like i said, two blocks” she turned to look at the three of you. You give her a smile “thanks” you say.

andrea then looks specifically at dean “must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line” she said before walking off. 

Your eyebrows shot up in shock and amusement, and if you were sipping on a drink you would’ve choked. “Oh i like her” you said, turning to look at her retreating form “enjoy your stay!” She shouts over her shoulder. 

“Kids are the best’? You don’t even like kids” Sam teased his brother. Dean stands defensively “i love kids” he says. 

you give him a ‘really’ face “name three kids you even know” Sam says. “No scratch that ill make it easy. Name one kid” you said squinting your eyes mockingly. 

Dean holds up a finger, but cant even out a name to match it. Sam waves Dean off, and you laugh, following after. 

“I’m thinking!” Dean says

you and the boys settled in the motel room pretty quickly, and Sam got to work immediately. While dean went through his clothes and you sharpen your knife and cleaned your guns, because you hadn’t since you returned back to hunting. “So there’s three drownings this year” Sam says. “Any before that?” Dean asks.

“Uh yeah, six more spread over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recorded either. If there’s something out there its picking up its pace.” Sam said. “Maybe it knows it doesn't have a lot of time, maybe the dam falling apart lit fire under his ass” you said, swiping the knife against a stone made for sharpening knives you borrowed from dean. 

“So what, we got a monster on a binge?” Dean asks tossing a shit onto his bed. Sam sighs “this whole monster theory, it just bugs me.” He says. 

“Why?” You question stopping your movements and looking up to see dean move to read over Sam’s shoulder. “Loch Ness, uh, lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing.” He explains 

“Whatever's out there, no one’s living to talk about it.”

you now really intrigued, placed down your knife and moved to look over Sam’s other shoulder. “Wait Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?” Dean asked. “Barr? Like Andrea and Lucas Barr?” You questioned. 

“Christopher Barr, a victim in may.” Sam reads, then clicking on an article, a picture popped up above the rest of the article, a picture popped up of a frightened looking Lucas, standing with one of the officers, immediately you caught on. He was Lucas’s father, and he must’ve been present when his dad drowned. 

Sam confirmed your thoughts when he read out that he was in fact Luca’s father and that Lucas had been present. He was found floating on a platform.

Sam clicks the picture to make it bigger. “Maybe we have an eyewitness after all,” he said. 

“No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over," Dean said. 

You looked worriedly between the boys, “are we really gonna make him re-visit his most traumatic memory?” You asked. The boys silently looked at eachother then to you with guilty looks telling you that it was your only option.

You stayed back at the motel while Sam and Dean went to find Andrea and Lucas at the park. Hoping to do a little more research, the thought crossed your mind that maybe you were missing something, hiding in plain sight. 

You searched for missing persons cases in the town, and you scrolled for a while clicking and discarding multiple articles that had nothing to do with the lake, before your phone chimed. You pulled it out thinking it was dean, but it wasn’t. It was Helen, the friend you’d forgotten you texted back until now. 

The message read: Y/n its so good to hear from you, we were starting to get worried. Katherine says she hadn’t been able to get ahold of you either, so make sure you reach out to her. How about a call sometime? I'd love to hear your voice. 

You sighed, feeling bad for tossing the people you’d grown to love into the back of your mind. But that’s how it had to be in the hunting life, no outside friends, no collateral damage. You had to learn the hard way with Jason and you didn’t want it to happen again, But… one phone call won't hurt. 

You replied to her message saying of course you’d reach out to Katherine and that you’d call her when you got the chance, before putting the phone back in your pocket and returned your focus to the laptop screen. 

sam and dean returned not long after and gave you a fill in on what happened with Lucas, showing you the picture he’d drawn and given to dean. “Isn’t this the Carlton house?” You asked, looking at the brothers. They nod, what is Lucas trying to say? You asked yourself.

The next morning you were putting on your boots when Sam entered the room. “So I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie.” Sam said, sitting next to Dean. What do you mean?” Dean asks. “I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead.” He said. 

“He drowned?” You asked, sitting up straighter. Sam nodded “yep in the sink.” He sighed. 

“What the hell? So you’re right, this isn’t a creature. We’re dealing with something else.” Dean said. You nodded “ i mean obviously, but what? I mean what causes someone to drown in a skink” You asked, looking between the brothers. 

“I dont know, water wreath maybe? Maybe some kind of demon? I mean something that controls water” he trailed off “water that comes from the same source”

Sam perched up in “the lake” sam said. “Yeah” dean confirmed

”So I was right, the lake is draining and it's trying to get his body count up before its time is up” you said

”and if it can get into pipes, it can get to anyone. Almost anywhere.” Dean says standing up moving towards a chair “this is gonna happen again soon.” He says as he sits down.

sam tilted his head “but we do know one thing for sure.” Sam says, intriguing you

”what?” You asked, he looked at you “that this has something to do with bill carlton” he said, and suddenly you felt a little stupid for not connecting those dots. “Yeah it took both his kids” dean said. 

“Well a little info i did find, Lucas’s dad, was bill carltons god son” you said. “I say we go pay Mr. Carlton a visit.”

when you reached the Carlton residence bill was in the Sam spot he was the last time you and the brothers came. “Mr.carlton?” Sam called the man as the three of you stopped behind him. He turned towards you, Sam and Dean, “we'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?” Sam asked. 

Dean nodded “were from the department-“ dean was cut off by the broken voice of bill “i don't care who you're with. I’ve answered enough questions today” he said, putting his gaze back on the lake.

”your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? Did you ever see anything out there?” Sam asks. The man said nothing “Mr. Carlton, Sophie’s drowning and wills death- we think there might be a connection to your family-“ you lightly elbowed Sam trying to tell him to give it a rest. 

“My children are gone. It’s- its worse than dying. Please go away” he said with a shaky voice. Your heart hurt for the man as you caught a glimpse of his teary eyes. 

You look at the brothers motioning to the car, and they nod, moving back towards the car. 

“So what do you guys think?” Sam asks, “well I think the guys been through hell. I also think he's hiding something.” Dean answered. “I hate to say it but I agree” you said with a sigh, glancing at the grieving man.

”So what now?” Sam asks, looking between you and dean. Dean paused, as if something had dawned on him. “What’s wrong?” you asked, furrowing your brows. Dean pulls out the drawing from Lucas “maybe bills not the only one who knows something”. He says holding it up to the house. You look at it over deans shoulder, then glance back to Sam. 

“I’m sorry, but i dont think it's a good idea,” Andrea said, as she stood in the foyer with her hands on her hips. “I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes,” Dean said. “He won't say anything, what good is it gonna do?” Andrea shrugged.

”Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something’s happening out there” Sam says, you nodded “we wouldn’t be asking if we had any other choice”. 

“My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all” she said, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself. Dean grabbed her attention “if that’s what you believe, then we'll go. But if you think there’s even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son” he asked again. 

Andrea gave in, leading you and the brothers to Lucas’s room, he was on the floor, with crayons, paper, and little toy soldiers surrounding him while he colored. 

Dean steps in, while you, Andrea and Sam stand at the doorway. “Hey, Lucas. You remember me?” He says, Lucas seemingly gives no response continuing to color. Dean stops in front of him, and squats down to his level and shifts one of lucas’s drawings of a red bicycle showing the exact same thing on the paper under it. “You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again.” 

Dean's softness with Lucas reminded you of your childhood, nights when you’d curl up into Dean's side after a rough hunt or a hard training day. He always made sure you knew he had you no matter what. 

Lucas continues drawing, and dean pulls out the folded drawing of the Carlton house Lucas had previously given him

“How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me?” Dean asks, Lucas gives no reaction, continuing to color. You finally took note of what Lucas was drawing, a drowning person. Whom it was you had no clue. 

“You're scared.” Dean says as the realization hits him. “It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You’d never heard dean talk about the night Mary died, you looked over to Sam, and given by his reaction he hadn’t either. 

“I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.”

Lucas drope his crayon and looks up at Dean. He hands Dean a drawing of a yellow house behind a white church, and a boy with a red bicycle in front of the house. “Thanks, Lucas.” Dean thanked the boy.

“Hey, didn’t Andrea say that Lucas never drew like that until his dad died?” You asked from the back seat of the impala. “Yeah she did, there are cases stating going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies.” Sam explains, speaking slightly loud due to deans music. 

“Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow” dean says “nah” sam declines, “i think its possible” you say 

“I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please.” Dean says to Sam. “All right, we got another house to find.” Sam says under his breath

“The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone.” Dean clicks his teeth. 

Sam looks at the picture. “See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here.”

“Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart.” Dean teases, and you and Sam let out a laugh. 

It goes quiet for a second, and Sam looks like he’s contemplating saying something, and you already know it has something to do with what dean said about Mary. “You know, um” he starts “What you said about Mom…” he trailed off. 

“You never told me that before.” He finished, looking at Dean who doesn’t take his eyes off the road “It's no big deal.” He replied.

Sam looked like he wanted to keep the conversation going causing you to groan purposefully loud. “As much as I love your brotherly bonding, please don't make me sit through your angsty conversation, I deal with it enough as it is.” you joked. Dean laughs and Sam rolls his eyes, trying to hide his smile. 

The tall white church was hard to miss, and the yellow house behind it looked exactly the same as the picture. The lady that lives there let the three of you in without much of a fuss. 

”Sorry to bother you ma’am but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle” 

the lady looked rather sad at deans question before she shook her head “no sir. Not for a very long time. Peter’s been gone for thirty five years now.” She said. ‘Gone?’ You thought to yourself. She looks over at a picture on a shelf, the very Same boy stood smiling proudly in the picture. 

Sam taps your shoulder, making you look at him. He points to a table, on top of it were a bunch of toy soldiers. Were those his?” You questioned now pointing to the toys. 

She nods “yes, i- I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them. Losing him, you know its… its worse than dying” she said, that was the exact same thing bill had said. You, Sam and Dean glanced amongst each other. Maybe this is more connected than you thought. 

“did he disappear from here? This house I mean.” You asked, clarifying as best you could.

she shook her head “he was supposed to ride his bike home after school. He never showed up.” She answered.

dean picked up a picture from the mirror, observing it before flipping it over to read the back. “Peter Sweeney and billy Carlton, nineteen seventy.” He read aloud. Your eyes widened, this was definitely more connected than you thought. 

For the third time this hunt you Sam and dean were on the way back to the carton house. “Okay, this little boy peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to bill carlton somehow” Sam says. “Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?”

“And wherever it is all of the people he loves seem to be paying the price for it” you add, twirling the string of your hoodie between your fingers absentmindedly. “So what if Bill did something to Peter?” Dean asks looking at you through the rear view mirror

“What if Bill killed him?” Sam rephrases . “Peter would be angry, I mean rightfully so. He’d want revenge.” You say.

you looked around the Carlton house in search for bill, he wasn’t in his usual spot and wasn’t coming to the door, the sound of an engine starting caught your attention. You turned to the lake seeing him heading further into the lake on a boat. “Guys i found him” you said, making Sam and dean follow your eyeline. 

Their eyes widened before the three of you ran towards the edge of the dock, shouting for him to come back. All of the shouting was useless as the man kept going until his boat shot into the air and then back into the water with him right under it, the boat sank faster than you thought possible. The sound of splashing water was the only proof that he’d even been there in the first place.  

“Oh come on” you sighed, turning to the brothers who were just as upset as you. 

You Sam and dean had just managed to run into the sheriff who led you to the station for questioning. “Sam, Dean, y/n”  Andrea stood up, setting a bag of presumably food down in her seat “I didn't expect to see you here.”

The sheriff glances back at you and the boys before looking back at his daughter “So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?” He asked 

“I brought you dinner.” Andrea answered motioning to the food in the chair.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time.” He apologizes, Andrea looks at you, Sam and dean, before going back to her father. 

You glance around Andrea to Lucas who seems to be in distress, he’s rocking back and forth, playing with his fingers, and has a scared facial expression. Your eyebrows cinched in concern as you subtly tap Sam. He looks at you and you gesture to Lucas, Sam frowns at the state of the boy, and you cant help but wonder what has him so afraid.

you had accidentally tuned out a portion of the conversation, only breaking out of your thoughts when Lucas shot up and ran over to dean and grabs his arm. 

”Lucas, hey, what is it?” Dean asks, as Lucas pulls his arm. Dean try’s to calm him but it doesn’t work. Andrea pulls Lucas away from dean and out of the station, but the whole way out Lucas doesn’t take his eyes off dean. 

The sheriff throws down his jacket in irritation before going into his office, you and Sam follow while Dean stands rooted in his spot staring worriedly at the door Andra and Lucas just exited.

He eventually joins, looking a little less worried but still. The sheriff sat down at his desk “Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attacked Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?” He asks, though something in your gut told you he was on to you three

Dean glances at Sam. “Yeah, that about sums it up.” He said bluntly “And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service?” 

Your eyes widened, glancing at Sam and dean quickly. 

The sheriff nods his head looking at all three of you individually “That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two.”

“See, now, we can explain that.” Dean stutters but the sherrif cut him off with a wave on his hand “Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did.” He paused, “So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again.”

You purse your lips “i think we'll take the last option” you say. He nods “that’s the on id pick”

it was nightfall by the time you reached the exit to the town, you glanced up at the traccia light that you’d been at for longer than any usual red light, it was green. You opened your mouth to say something but Sam beat you to it. “Green” he said, Dean looked at Sam confused “what?” He asked. “The lights green” Sam said.

Dean didn’t even reply; he turned right, heading back into town. Sam sent you a quick glance of confusion which you returned before looking back at dean “dude the interstates that way” Sam said pointing his thumb over his shoulder. 

Dean gives a bland “i know”, you look between the brothers before speaking. “Dean, I think this job is over,” you said. “I’m not so sure” he said. 

Sam interjected “if bill murdered peter Sweeney and peters spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest.” He said. 

Dean was not convinced and you couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping him so stuck on this place “all right so what if we take off and this thing isn’t done? What if we missed something, what if more people get hurt?” Dean asks, looking at you through the rear view mirror. 

You shook your head “But why would you think that?” You ask, squinting your eyes. Dean tilts his head averting his eyes back to the road “because Lucas was really scared” he answered. 

Your eyebrows raised in shock “that’s what this is about?” You asked, sending Sam an amazed look. “I just dont wanna leave this town until i know the kids okay” dean says. Sam gives dean an amused look “who are you and what have you done with my brother.” He teased, dean glanced at Sam, unamused at his joke “shut up”

It was late when you arrived at the Barr house, but dean was adamant on checking on Lucas before the night was over. “Are you sure about this its pretty late man” Sam asks, before you could knock on the door, you looked at dean who just moved to ring the doorbell. You waited for an answer, hoping not to seem weird showing up so late at night. 

The door opened revealing a very panicked Lucas, gasping for air, “Lucas?” Dean says bending down but lucas runs into the house and the three of you follow close behind. He runs up the stairs that had water flowing down, which couldn’t be any good. 

Lucas stops at the door that had the water coming from under it and starts banging on the door. Dean pulls Lucas away from the door and Sam kicks it open. You rush in, seeing the overflowing bathtub, and Andrea inside under the water.

You reach into the dark water to pull Andrea out, using all of your strength but it was as if she was being held by some unwavering power. “Sam, a little help” you shouted, and he rushed to help. With his added strength you were able to slowly wrestle her out of the water. 

She landed on top of you and Sam quickly rushed to get her a towel. 

Some time later after changing into some clothes Andrea offered, seeing as yours was completely soaked. The sun had started to rise and you and dean were going through shelves of her family’s old belongings, while Sam talked to Andrea. 

You could hear their faint voices talking, and the shuffling of dean on the other side of the room. You pulled out an photo album labels ‘Jake - 12 years old’ you briefly flip through the pictures until you come across a picture of what seemed to be a group of boy scouts. 

What stood out was Peter Sweeney right in the middle of the boys. 

“Hey dean” you call, dean looks at you with raised brows, and you hold up the album, “found something” you say. He walks over to you, looking over the picture before looking at you. You raise your eyebrows. 

Dean takes the album from your hands, walking over to Sam and Andrea who were in the next room. You followed quietly, dean placed the album down in front of Andrea, pointing at the photo “you recognize the kids in these pictures?” Dean asks. 

She looks down at the photo before shaking her head “no, i mean except my dad” she said pointing to the boy next to peter in the photo. “He must’ve been twelve in these pictures” 

you and the boys share a look. “Chris Barr’s drowning. The connection wasn’t to bill carlton, it must’ve been tp the sheriff” dean says. 

You shook your head “maybe its both” you say, Sam nods in agreement “bill and the sheriff both were involved with peter” 

Andrea looks at the three of you, confused “what about Chris? My dad, what are you talking about”

You notice Lucas walk up to the door, looking towards the woods, you nudge dean, gesturing towards lucas. “Lucas?” Dean calls, “Lucas what is it?”. Lucas says nothing, but opened the door walking outside. 

Everyone follows, confused. He led you a little past the treenline of woods, he looked at his feet before looking back up to dean. 

“You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there okay?” Dean says to Andrea. She nods, pulling Lucas back towards the house. 

You handed the shovels you got from the trunk and handed them to the brothers. You never dug up anything unless john or your mom was around, because you just refused. So you watched, it didn’t take but a few seconds for them to reach the bike, it wasn’t dug very deep, you guessed from how young they were, they didn’t think to dig very far. 

“Peter’s bike” you said, watching them pull the bike from the dirt. The sound of an all to familiar click from behind you made tour heart skip a beat. “Who are you?”

you turned around, seeing a gun pointed at your head. You squinted your eyes at him “put the gun down Jake” Sam warns cautiously. 

He doesn’t put the gun down “how did you know that was there?” He asks. you glare at him, “you killed him didnt you? You and bill. Drown him in the lake, and bury the evidence right in your own front yard. Let me tell you something Jake, the truth never stays buried.” You say. 

Sam grabs your arm, slowly pulling you away from in front of the gun, and you didn’t break your glare on the older man. “I dont know what your talking about” Jake says, trying and failing to hide the guilt on his face. 

“You and bill killed peter Sweeney thirty five years ago that’s what the hell were talking about.” Dean says. Andrea runs up “dad” she shouts looking at him as if he was crazy. 

“And now you got one seriously pissed off spirit” dean finished. Sam pulled you a little behind him as he started to speak “It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the Same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does.” Sam says. 

jake wears a smug look on his face “yeah? And how do you know that?” He asks. 

Rolling your eyes you stepped from behind Sam a little “Because it’s what he did to bill carlton” you answer genuinely wondering how he couldn’t see that. 

Jake scoffs “listen to yourselves, all. Three of you. Your insane!” He shouts. Dean shits him down “ I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us.” He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake.”

Andrea looks at Jake wit tears in her eyes “dad is any of this true?” She asked. Jake didn’t take his eyes off of the three of you, still pointing th gun. “No, dont listen to them. They’re liars and they’re dangerous” he says. 

Andrea wasn’t convinced “something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad look at me!” She demanded. He did “tell me you didn’t kill anyone” she pleaded. He looked away from her, not being able to let the word ‘yes’ slip through his lips. 

“Oh my god” she covers her mouth in disbelief. Jake puts down the gun “Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to.But we held him under too long and he drowned. ” He looked at you and the boys “We let the body go, and it sank.” He admitted. 

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in irritation, placing your hands on your hips. 

Jake looks guiltily at his daughter “Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational.”

Dean disregards what he says “All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now”. You nod in agreement. 

You turn your attention to Andrea when you hear her gasp, looking towards the lake, you see Lucas reaching into the water 

“God no” you mutter to yourself before taking off running towards him, Sam and dean were close behind. Before you could reach him he was pulled into the water and you wasted no time diving into the water after him.

you held your breath looking at the bottom of the lake, not being able to say barely anything, and your heart was pumping so fast you could feel the blood in your veins pumping, you swam back to the surface, taking a deep breath, dean called your name and you shook your head. There was no sign Lucas had even been in the water. 

After taking another deep breath you go back underwater. Swimming down a little further hoping to find the little boy. Out of the corner of your eye you see Jake being dragged down and out of sight. 

You ignored the ache in your lungs pleading fo air and you swam towards him hoping to catch him but you were too late. So with the last remaining energy you started swimming back up, and it seemed like the more frantic you swam the further away the surface got.

you couldn’t bring yourself to move anymore, feeling your heartbeat against your ribcage as your lungs pleaded for water, your head felt like it was about to explode. And the only thing you could think of was the fear of this being your last moment alive. 

Your vision started dotting and an image of Sam popped into your head and you finally gave into the instinct and inhaled just as your vision went black and you slowly sunk further and further down. 

Just out of your sight you failed to see dean, swim to the surface with Lucas in his arms. Sam looked around frantically in search of you, knowing that you’d been underwater for far too long. 

He dove back under the water, and his heart stopped at the sight of you, sinking, unmoving. He moved quickly, swimming down towards you. The fact that you were still sinking didn’t help him get to you any quicker, but he’d be damned if he lost one of the single most important people he had left. 

So he ignored every cry from his lungs for air, every laundry beat of his heart, and focused on getting to you. He finally was able to reach your hand, and he pulled your limp body against him before using all of the energy he had left to swim the two of you to the surface which hadn’t been an easy task. 

When he breathed the surface, he took a deep inhale, before shouting for dean, his body didn’t have any energy left and the Adrenalin was wearing off.

Lucas was awake and being cradled by Andrea who was leading him to the house, and dean moved to pull you out of Sam’s arms, then Sam pulled himself out quickly moving over you and starting cpr. He worked like his life depended on it, pressing your chest repeatedly before blowing into your mouth. Dean sat on his knees on the other side praying for you to wake up. 

The boys never thought they’d have to see you like this. So close to the brink of death that your lips were blue and all color had drained from your face. Sam again blew into your mouth and you woke up, coughing water, and trying to get the air back into your lungs. Sam cradled your head as he pulled you up into a seated position. “Oh thank god” Sam said. 

Dean closed his eyes letting out a released breath. Once you became aware of your surroundings you pulled Sam into a hug, still struggling to breathe. “Thank you” your hoarse voice whispered into his ear. 

Sam leaned into your hug, not wanting to let go. But you pulled away and looked to dean “you okay kid?” You nodded. “Is Lucas okay?” You asked, Dean nodded. “Yeah hes just inside.” Dean said, Sam could’ve scoffed of course you’d be worried more about the boy than yourself in a near death situation. 

Sam and dean were already packed and ready to go by time you finished packing, you met them at the car tossing your bag in the back right next to theirs.

“sam, dean, y/n” a voice calls catching your attention

”hey” dean says, You turn to see Andrea and Lucas approaching, the little boy holding a plate of food. 

You walked over meeting them half way “We’re glad we caught you. We just- we made you lunch for the road” she said, a light blush painting her face avoiding eye contact with dean. You sent an amused look to Sam who’d noticed it too, “Lucas insisted in making the sandwiches himself.” She said looking to the boy. 

“Can i give it to them now?” Lucas asked, a smile graced your face, you were surprised to hear the boy speak, but you couldn’t help but feel happy that he did. Andrea smiled “of course”.  

Dean leads Lucas to the car, talking about loading it up or something. “How you holding up?” You ask her. Her lips thinned “its gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?” You nod, understanding. Sam sighs “Andrea im sorry” he apologizes. 

Andrea shakes her head “you saved my son, i cant ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did i just have o hold onto that.” She said, before looking at you “plus I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something had happened to you, trying to save my family.” She said. You licked your lips, grimacing at the memory.

You Sam and Andrea walk over to the car, hearing Lucas shout “zeppelin rules!” And you snort, leave it to dean to be alone with a kid for five minutes and already talking about music. Dean gives him a proud high five which Lucas estactically returns. “You take care of your mom okay?” Dean says seriously. Lucas nods “all right”

much to your surprise, Andrea kisses dean, out of nowhere. You whistle, making Sam nudge you. “Thank you” Andrea says as she steps away with a smile on her face. 

You were surprised Dean had nothing to say in return. He scratches th back of his head, moving to the other side of the car “Sam, y/n, move your asses, were gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road.” He says, before getting in the car, you and Sam as well. 

You send Andrea and Lucas a smile and a small wave as dean starts the engine. the music comes to life and the wave back. 

And just like that, your on the road again.

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[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan In Love

Yknow, I'm very torn with writing Logan being in love. On one hand, I feel like Logan would have a hard time accepting and being in love, I feel like he would be so hard- so used to being alone. The moment someone (you) would come along, stirring up those feelings he thought were honestly dead, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. Maybe he'd lash out, maybe he'd pull away, telling himself it was for your own good to not be around some like him. (and maybe he's protecting himself too in what he believes would be inevitable heartbreak)

BUT

BUT

Then I think, Logan has been around, lived long enough to be sure of his feelings, to not beat around the bush when it comes to dealing with things and Logan is very good at dealing with things. He's always been straight forward in his goals, his feelings. If he thought something was stupid, he'd say it. (I'm sorry I still can't help but giggle when I hear him call Xavier "Wheels" bc of the superhero names) For example, how he feels for Jean (think the X movies), he wasted no time in flirting with her, and honestly if Jean had any interest in him (Fuck you Jean Logan IS a good guy and he's the goodest and sweetest boy ever) and her and Scott weren't a thing, how quickly do you think they would have been together? bc Logan didn't seem to have many qualms about them being together at all and by the third movie (I mean, the time span isn't really that long, what, the three movies stretch 6 months to a year maybe? If even that? Honestly they felt like an extremely bad 3 weeks the gang had), he confessed he loved her (then had to kill her oop)

So maybe, when you come around (lets say your own special timeline, not the x movies or whatever) and you and Logan meet for the first time, Logan knew someone was it for him when he saw you. Something about you drew him in, the same way animals seem to know they met their mate. There was no doubt he liked you on a physical and emotional level, and soon after building something of a friendship with you- he knew he loved you. In something like the X-men, you build trust with each other, from having to live together, to dangerous missions, it was going to happen. What you and Logan gained together though, was something much more than trust and friendship.

Logan was sure of his feelings. His past, the fact that he had been roaming for the last 10-15 years alone, didn't matter in this equation. He knew what he felt and goddamn he was going to hold onto you and never let you go because you had become the best thing hes ever gotten in his life, especially after he gains his 200 years of memory back- he becomes even more sure in his decision that you weren't going to leave the adamantium grip he has on you (I mean, really, good luck getting out of that. Not that you would want too). He would protect you and keep you safe. He knew he could make you happy, and give you anything you ever wanted because honestly that's all Logan wants himself.

Logan was extremely observant, and he learned your quirks, your flaws, and all the sweet things he'd pick up over time. Maybe you thought he was just flirting with you, being Logan and everything, but no. Logan was dead serious about you, and he would wait for you to notice-and when you begin to notice that no other lady would turn his head, even the other ladies of the team, beautiful and strong that would turn the head of any man didn't have an effect on him. His eyes was always on you when you were in the same room. He always checked on you, concerned if you seemed tired, upset, angry, trying to get you to open up to him because it's not just him knowing how he feels about you but he desperately wants you to feel the same for him, to feel close to him the way he feels to you.

Maybe Logan does worry if he's right for you. Maybe he doesn't consider himself a good guy. With the things he's done, how could he be, surely he isn't? Its the X-men, and YOU, mainly you honestly, that makes him think that maybe he could be the good guy. Maybe he can make up for the mistakes he's made in his long life. Maybe, his sins don't matter because now he's in love, he'd found someone he wants to be better for, and no longer does he feel the need to let that weight sit on his shoulders because you were there and you made his world feel less bleak and hopeless. (Remember when he tells Jean "I could be the good guy" in that cute little way? the way he was desperate for her approval....I STILL HATE YOU FOR BEING MEAN TO HIM JEAN (okay but maybe logan should have backed off a woman that WAS taken and said no...gotta love me a stubborn man I suppose...)

It wasn't until a particularly dangerous mission that he finally breaks down, he's checking on you and you just can't handle it right now, trying to get him to just let you rest but he so desperately needs you, and needs you to be okay that he grabs you and kisses you. (Think of him and Jean in X2. He's just desperate for you.) He needs you to see how he feels about you before it becomes too late. It took you by surprise and took you a minute to even register what just happened but you kissed him back. He tells you he loves you, he's in love with you and he needs you. Things get heated after that, and afterwards you ask him when he began to feel this way for you, in which he'd teasingly say

"You got your heads in the cloud sweetheart. I've loved you the moment I met you."

[edible-emerald]

yknow that one part in spoke's last unstable video where he almost runs out of invis right in front of Ash? Pretty sure that resulted in a blooper since him splashing more wasn't shown on screen but I wonder what would've happened if that actually happened. Spoke just runs out of invis. Ash realizes that his best mafia member, the ONE person he tried giving a second chance, was the person he'd been hunting. Now him sparing Planet makes so much sense, but Ash knows Spoke, Ash knows how genuinely desperate he is for other's approval and how easy he is to manipulate. I think if the stasis thing doesn't work (which it won't) Ash would manipulate Spoke into actually joining the mafia and making a stasis, selling out Mapicc and Leo and forcing them to leave the mafia and leave him behind, and then when he's done, either he'd stasis Spoke out and kill him, or keep him close as a diamond chestplate, with the constant threat of being stasised into the void he'd never be able to leave, he'd be stuck, forced to do whatever Ash tells him to do, because Ash won't give him a third chance, right? He can't afford to mess up, he has to keep trying even if he dies because he'll definitely die if he messes up, right? And who could he go back to, Mapicc and Leo are gone and being constantly hunted and maybe even dead already and it's his fault, Planet probably hates him for it and who else could he go to? Parrot? Parrot would probably kill him on sight. And even if he could, Ash could kill him from anywhere at any time, so he's trapped; and they both know that. Spoke would hate it, he'd hate having to spill his own and other people's blood because Ash wanted him to. But Ash telling him how happy it makes him, how proud he was of him, and being able to call him by name instead of the stupid alias of 'Fish bucket' was nice. And with everything else gone, it would be all Spoke lived for. He'd know he was being manipulated, but he'd stop caring eventually, because what else could he do? Kill Ash? He could never.

[olderthannetfic]

that anon's post about how different posting fic used to be got me thinking about my own experiences in old fandom, and man... i hate to say it, but sometimes i kinda miss writing before third wave feminism got big online. i say that as a feminist myself. i feel like some of the Anti stuff we see today comes partly from misunderstandings and strawmanning of legitimate theory and observation, especially when it comes to the topic of sexuality. the thing that especially stands out to me is online horror. when i was younger, it seemed like you could get away with pretty much whatever horrible thing you wanted, and everyone kind of understood that EVERYTHING was on the table and if you're uncomfortable with some of it you just need to move on. and one thing that's brought me a lot of comfort as an SA victim was the over-the-top, stupidly horrible SA in creepypasta and darkfic. but now even the places with the most messed up content, where that's the entire appeal, has tons of people saying "oh yes all of the murder and gore was great but did it really NEED the SA elements? that could make it so unapproachable for victims" yeah so could literally everything else in this game, joseph, it's not supposed to be for everybody. it's hard to get all my thoughts in one place but when i look back on my time online, i see a through-line from "we should be more thoughtful about how we write women" to "why is the trauma always SA" to "yknow what don't EVER write SA unless that HAS to be what happened", which... again, that's my comfort zone. it's nice, being in a place where we don't pretend like death and torture are the only threats that could be hunting you. and more and more i find myself losing that ground! every time i find a new fandom that should be cool because it's right there in the media, i'm again hit with "mmm did we really NEED that though?" to be clear i do think you should warn for that, just like you should warn for psyche horror and gore and all that. but idk, when i can't even write mild dubcon without people screaming "think of the victims!!", i feel like nobody actually cares about us. because if they did, wouldn't we be allowed to write about the experiences...? apply them to the characters we related to, even? but nah, clearly we're just romanticizing shit and stereotyping women. fucking hell, man!

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