#dean! unfiltered!

[nym-wibbly]

So destiel get together for the first time after despair and ..? What happens next?

[cherrywitchgirl]

someone said soulless!sam is mostly just dean on any given day and they were right honestly

[mybrainproblems]

i refused to watch 15x20 until dec 2022... i was not prepared.

[shipsawayandusuallygay]

there is zero chance Dean wouldn't have check out Cas and hit on him or told him how hot he was.

it's a crime dean never got to meet cas in this episode

[hellvive]

the was comfort found in the darkness that, dean winchester now called home, and it isn’t with his majesty. especially not his round table of incompetent minions who were simply playing ‘ demons ’, but neither illusions of grandeur or playing attack dog of a so-called monarch. his gaze is cast across the empty facility, but had once served as his little establishment.

“ what a demon? a knight of hell? y’know…like our good ol’ pal cain! ” but wait didn't sam tell you? it's what he wanted to say, to taunt her with the persistentaly annoying brother of us, but highlighting the obvious which oddie had to know of this though what he found more interesting. to leave the twins with sam or the lesser of one fuck-up. the winchesters were no saints a lesson he dearly tried to impart on to sam the last time they had run into each other. dean's gaze now falls upon odie as his head tilts ever so lightly tossing away whatever means for defense she may have had. a neat trick with bullts carved wtih a devils trap would come in handy right about now. “ whatever tricks you think you have. i wouldn't try them. all it's going to do is piss me off, but thankfully for you i just want to talk. ”

or to say that she was never in any danger. castiel, sam, every other conceiveable person, they must barely walk away with their lifes. “ you all chasing me around the country...look it's old 'n it's gotta stop. l want you all to stop chasing me. ”

[pleinsdemuses]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 (Katherine/Dean @vvaywardhunter )

“Smash, big time. I don't need to compel him to have him on his knees for me. And the things he can do with that mouth of his..” 😏

[itachiiwrites]

𐙚 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄¡!

cw. 18+ flithy smut, Sub!Gojo, Dom!Reader, Enemies to lovers, gojo is a virgin and the word loser is used a lot.

AcademicRival!Satoru believed he'll have a merry time getting paired with you for your upcoming assignment, afterall, you were fun to pick on and he adored the way the vein would pop on your forehead after he says something to completely throw you off the tracks. His plan was to make you do all the work while he gets on your nerves to pass his time.

Satoru prides himself in being jack of all trades, he's the captain of the collegiate basketball team, student body president, has 4.0 GPA in his astrophysics major and is on the dean's list, his stunning good looks were to kill for and to add to those never ending positive attributes he's filthy rich, if it wasn't so obvious by his sports car's raging engine whenever he drifts it around in the campus. Gojo Satoru was a star. Gojo Satoru was game.

Admirers and people lining up for him was no big of a deal, it is the routine when you're him. You're one of the many people who find him fascinating, find him attractive (which was something you would never admit to, even if a ceiling fell over you) but still, why was he shaking his legs underneath the table while he watches the furrow of your brow focused on the screen in his dorm room? He's way too distracted to read this paper about Aesthetics and Marxism—he only took up sociology because it was a humanities requirement within his course and also because he was utterly, out of his mind bored.

Feeling the burning gaze of his abnormally blue eyes, you slam your fist onto the table and anyone who was in their right mind would be able to decipher that your expression was twisted in unfiltered annoyance, the mask of a small, pleasant smile as your veins popped on your forehead was failing miserably. "We could get a lot done if you didn't think this was a staring contest"

"Wow, really? I did think it was a staring contest with how boring all this is" He mocked knowing it would only agitate you further, his eyes shamelessly trailed over the plushness of your thighs and how the skirt fabric sat on top of it, his thoughts were digressing, wondering about the colour of your pant—

"What are you looking at, pervert..?" You point it out to break the unholy chain of his thoughts immediately, his eyes widened by being caught off-guard, evading away to focus on the papers in front of him, lasering his eyes to aim at understand at whatever 'Russian constructivism' meant, his fist gripped the pencil tighter and tighter as he felt unbelievably panicked at being caught, the trance of embarrassment breaking away along with a sharp 'snap' of the pencil.

With a faltering attempt to maintain his cockiness, Satoru looked at you. "Just looking at how much of a loser you look, even broke a pencil because it's annoying how nerdy you dress" a painful roll of his eyes followed by, but his ventures to cover the way he felt were too poor and what was the parameter? The goddamned seductive smile on your pretty lips.

Gojo Satoru was game, but he was a fucking virgin.

"Lying is not going to save your ass, I can literally see the tent in your pants, what are you..a teenager..?" The mockery in your eyes and the superiority you had over him in that very moment was enough to make him let go of his guards and feel his knees buck. You were beautiful and he was so pathetically down bad for that.

"Unlike you, I have many things to excel at..who has time for something as stupid as this anyway" You had to give some kudos for the fact that his voice remained balanced despite the throbbing erection in his pants, and you made a face with slanting pursed lips that was to show him you believed him, although anyone could tell you didn't.

"what is with that face? You think you're better than me? What do you know about sex, having your cute nose burried in those stupid books all day.." And that statement makes you raise your brow, Satoru Gojo, called you cute? This was something, this was when he knew he messed up and you had all the power.

"Why don't I show it to you then? You wanna be a loser in this one area? Come on.. you're better than that, right?" Satoru gulped, the offer was beyond tempting, all those fantasies he ran his mind for while wrapping his hand around his cock in his dark dorm room, relieving himself while yearning for the warmth for your mouth and cunt—finally had the chance to be fleshed out to life. It was tempting indeed but what about his ego?

"Sure, I bet you suck at this too" He huffed a laugh with his faux confidence, only to be miserably proved wrong within a few minutes.

"Please— fuck! Your mouth feels so good.." He breathed heavily with an almost violent rise and fall of his chest, his legs sprawled wide as he was on the couch of his room and you, his beautiful arch-nemesis was skillfully using his cock like it was your personal toy. Satoru didn't feel he was being sucked off for his pleasure, he was being sucked off to be proven of the fact that you were in control here.

He reached his trembling hands to tangle within your locks as you let a thick glob of your spit fall onto his tip with a grin, tantalisingly rubbing it on your glossed lips. "Better than your stupid fist right?" And he moans at that degradation, his eyes marbeling with glassy tears, your pride swelled more than anything.

"Ever seen tits in real life? Or are you that much of a loser to have Inoue Waka as your wallpaper.." You teased further, unbuttoning your blouse and unfastening your bra from the front to spill out your breasts and Satoru's brain simply short circuits the moment the cushiness of your tits gather around his cock and he feels the tightening sting on his abdomen, dripping out loads of his cum onto your tits, painting you like the masterpiece you were with thick ribbons of his ejaculate.

You hum, licking a long strip from his base, swirling your hot tongue around his softening, sensitive frenum as he is limp by the pleasure.

"There's no way you're this good.." He spoke, almost sounding as if something unbelievable happened, almost angry.

"Such a good boy 'Toru.." You giggle in response, kissing his abdomen and he feels pathetically, helplessly in love with you.

Gojo Satoru was game, but you were a roulette.

[uluvjay]

Summer loving-D. Letourneau

Dean Letourneau x fem! Reader

In which Dean joins you and your family at your lake house for the first time

warnings?; Fluff, Dean is already playing at bc in this, kissing, talks of family, anxiety, nerves, prob some errors.

You put a hand on deans bouncing leg, doing your best to settle the anxious boys nerves.

“Don’t be scared D, they’re gonna love you.” You spoke softly.

You smiled when you felt his large hand cover yours, moving your eyes from the road for just a second to catch a glimpse of the man.

“I hope so, it’s scary going from just your mom to your whole family.” He spoke

“It’s just my siblings and Nephew, and if anything it’s him that you have to be scared of.” You laughed thinking about your hard headed and unfiltered nephew.

“Hopefully my mini stick skills win him over ” He laughed with you.

“They definitely will.”

-

Pulling into the driveway of your family’s lake house you jumped out of the drivers side waiting for Dean to join you with his bags before you grabbed his hand and lead him to the door.

“Ready?” You asked smiling up at the tall man.

“As I’ll ever be.” He blushed.

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pushing open the white door, “We’re back!!” You announced through the house.

“You’re back!” Was the first thing you heard before a strong body collided with your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs as your nephew gave you a hug.

“Are you my aunties friend?” He asked Dean as he pulled away from your legs.

“Yeah, I’m Dean. It’s nice to meet you.” Dean smiled politely reaching his hand out towards the six year old.

Your nephew took it, giving Dean a firm shake before pulling away, “Does my MiMi know you’re here?”

“Yes she does, now go play you little trouble maker.” You laughed pushing him away before guiding Dean throughout the house and up to your room.

Entering the room Dean set his things down at the end of your bed before flopping his body back onto the soft mattress.

“Sorry for how nosey he is.” You laughed taking a seat next to his spread out body.

“It’s okay, that’s just how kids are.” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement before moving to lay down, laying your head on his chest as one of his arms came to wrap around you.

“Missed you.” You breathed out.

“I missed you more.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, his soft lips placing a soft kiss to your head.

You and Dean had met in Boston this past fall, he was new and lost not knowing where his class was when he accidentally bumped into you.

He apologized profusely, his freckled cheeks turning bright red mirroring your already tinted pink ones. You told him it was okay and you’d bumped into your fair share of people in your two years there.

He laughed at that, asking if you could help him find his class and with some odd luck you two ended up in the same class. you took seats next to one another and traded numbers after the class and the rest was history from there.

Living in different countries was hard during the summer but you two had made it work, you went to visit him and his family at the beginning and he was coming to visit yours in Boston a few weeks before the year started giving him time to also get his classes and everything sorted.

You felt your eyes beginning to droop as you melted into deans warmth, his hand running up and down your back softly just the way you liked.

You were a second from sleep before little footsteps and a loud voice filled the quiet room.

“Auntie! Will you come play hockey with me?” Your nephew asked as he jumped in the bed.

“Can we play in a little bit? I’m just a li-“I can play with you.” Dean cut you off.

“Really?!” Your nephew exclaimed.

“Yeah, come on buddy.” He smiled.

He kissed your head before sitting up taking a mini stick from your nephew and standing to his feet.

“If you’re anything like my aunt, get ready to get your butt kicked!!” The young boy laughed, jumping off the bed and running out the door, calling for Dean to follow him.

You got up as well, following both men down the stairs and out onto the deck where your mother was pulling Dean into a hug.

“It’s great to see you honey.” She spoke softly, a genuine smile on her face as she pulled away.

“You too Ma’am” he smiled back.

“Hi momma.” You greeted, taking a seat next to her as you both watched Dean and your nephew take their positions.

Dean had gotten down on his knees to make it a bit easier while your nephew looked like he was about to play game seven in the cup final.

“Hi sweetheart.” She smiled towards you, a comforting hand placed over your own that rested on the arm of the chair.

You both leaned back and turned all your attention to the boys, watching as they started their game. The little blue ball they used as their puck was rolling all around as both of them chased it.

Your nephew got the first goal, fist pumping the air as he ran around in circles. Dean got a point a few minutes later, his celebration a bit more calm but nonetheless funny.

The game kept going on for a good fifteen minutes, your mom having to step in as a ref a few times when your nephew tried to start a fight or push Dean around.

They played until someone reached six and the winner just so happened to be your nephew, a loud cheer coming from the boy as he jumped up and down, his shirt long abandoned.

“You got beat! How you like them apples.” He smirked in deans face.

“You won fair and square bud, congrats.” Dean laughed extending his hand for a handshake.

Your nephew took it, the smug look on his face quickly wiped away when Dean pulled him close and picked him up quickly.

Your nephew squealed as Dean spun him around, his contagious laugh breaking throughout the air causing both you and your mom to start laughing.

“Mimi! Help.” He giggled through his pleas not at all scared.

Dean set him down on his feet after a second both of them red in the cheeks, your nephew out of breath and dizzy.

You went to speak up but the sound of the back door sliding open caught everyone’s attention.

“Mommy!” You nephew cheered, doing his best to run in a straight line towards his mother.

“Hi my love.” She kissed his head before standing back to her full height.

“I just beat Aunties friend in hockey! You missed it, I won by five whole points.” He spoke, filling his mother in on his accomplishment.

You stood to your feet and walked towards the pair, shoving your nephew playfully as you pulled your sister into a hug.

“Don’t gotta brag dude.” Dean laughed from where he now stood by your mom.

You quickly introduced Dean and your sister, leaving them to talk a bit while you went inside to get some water for everyone.

While at the counter you heard the front door open and soon heavy footsteps filled the house and your brothers familiar voice called out.

“Anyone home?”

“In the kitchen!” You replied.

“Hey Sis.” He smiled as he found you at the counter, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug.

“Hi.” You smiled, taking in the time to enjoy his rare show of affection.

“Hey babe your mom wa-Oh Hey.” Deans soft voice cut off noticing the presence of your brother.

This is the one interaction that had you anxious, of course you wanted your mom and sister to like Dean but your brother was a different story.

With you being the baby out of the three of you, your brother was always very overprotective of you and dating was very limited throughout high school.

So with Dean being your first real boyfriend you were terrified.

“Hey, you must be Dean. My mom hasn’t stopped talking about you these past weeks.” Your brother spoke, authority present in his voice.

“Yeah, it’s awesome to meet you man.” Dean smiled, reaching a hand out towards your brother.

You watched with a racing heart as your brother eyed deans hand for a solid five seconds before taking it.

Dean was much larger than your brother but you could still see how nervous he was, nervous to make a good impression, nervous to show your brother that he really did love and care for you.

“Well Dean, I’m excited to get to know you. But understand if you ever hurt my sister I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” Your brother smiled.

“I would never but I completely understand.” Dean nodded.

Your brother smiled, pulling his hand away from deans as he patted him on the back and welcomed to the family before heading to join everyone outside.

Deans eyes met yours once the door was shut, a breath of relief immediately coming from him and all tension leaving his body.

“I told you it wouldn’t be that bad, plus my nephew seems to already love you.” You laughed as you walked over to him, arms wrapped around his middle as his surrounded you.

“I thought my heart was going to beat from my chest when I saw your brother but I’m happy I’ve got to meet everyone.” He smiled dipping down to give you a soft kiss.

The next few hours were spent with everyone getting to know Dean, many rounds of mini sticks, delicious foods and desserts your mom spent hours on, and embarrassing stories from your childhood being shared around the table.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around your sister was putting your nephew to bed and your brother was packing up his left overs before heading home.

He gave Dean one more hand shake and talked to him for a little about hockey before bidding everyone goodbye.

You and Dean were the last two outside, cuddled up on the dock as you watched the sunset.

“Thank you for coming to meet everyone, I know you were scared but they love you.” You smiled up at him.

“Of course, I love you and even though I was scared out of my mind it’s important to me that I get to know the one’s you love, especially your family.” He replied.

You felt tears line your eyes, Deans expression quickly becoming one of concern as he saw a tear fall.

You laughed at his panicking, shaking your head when he asked what was wrong.

“I just haven’t done this with a guy before, like introduce them to my family. And you’ve just been so kind and helpful today, you didn’t let my mom carry one dish out, your knees have cuts from how much mini sticks you played, and my family absolutely loves you.” You cried.

Dean laughed lightly as he pulled you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you lovingly.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He laughed.

“I’m just emotional it’s okay.” You shook your head, allowing him to wipe your tears.

“Well no more of it, if you cry one more time this summer I’m throwing you in the lake.” He pointed at you.

“Deal.” You laughed sticking out your pinky to him.

He wrapped his own around yours, opting to place a kiss to your lips rather than your hands, whispering how much he loved you against your lips before he pulled away.

“I love you too.” You beamed, resuming your original position tucked under his arm as you two watched the sun continue to go down

-



[babygirlwolverine]

I just think dean would accidentally compliment cas all the time- little slips of his unfiltered thoughts threatening to spill out of dean’s head when it comes to cas that dean really can’t control. “you’re good with your hands,” dean says as cas is casually twisting an angel blade between his fingers. cas immediately jerks his head up to look at dean in shock, and dean contemplates smacking his head into the wall because who even says things like that? “only you can make a trenchcoat look both handsome and sexy,” dean mutters when cas walks past, trenchcoat ruffling, and cas almost trips over himself. dean wishes the ground would swallow him whole because what the actual hell did he really just say that out loud? “for someone who’s so dorky, you’re incredibly strong,” dean says, eyes lingering on cas’ biceps, and when cas locks eyes with dean and dean realizes he’s been caught checking cas out, dean immediately spins on his heel and marches out of the room as fast as he can because oh god did cas really just figure out that dean was completely ogling and drooling over his strength?

[merlinpotterandtherandom]

Harry and Draco have been secretly dating since 4th year and they manage to hide it pretty well, so well that not even his friends know they're in a relationship.

By the end of 5th year Harry and Draco have this huge argument, Draco knows that Voldemort will probably want to recruit him to the Death Eaters as a punishment for Lucius' failure so he tells Harry he wants to let that happen so he can be a spy to Harry and Harry, who has just lost Sirius, is not happy about it at all, Harry refuses to let Draco do it, Harry refuses to risk his boyfriend's life for something like this. But Draco manages to convince Harry to let him do it, Draco tells Harry that it's the best if Harry has his own spy so he can get unfiltered information. Harry still isn't happy about it, but after Draco did an unbreakable vow to run straight up to Harry if he felt he was uncovered or if Draco just feels like his life is in way too much danger, Harry ended up agreeing with Draco that it would be nice to have his own spy in the Death Eaters.

6th year comes around and Draco is a bit distraught by the task Voldemort gave him, so he tells Harry everything and shows Harry that Voldemort really did mark him, which he wasn't expecting Voldemort would do. Harry just gently presses a kiss close to the mark, 'cause he's afraid he's gonna accidentally activate the mark if he touches it, and then pulls Draco closer and kisses him and tells Draco he's gonna help him to fix the vanishing cabinet so Draco doesn't have to do it all alone. Harry really couldn't keep his eyes out of his boyfriend, he knew Draco was worried with his mother and with everything so Harry was really watching Draco like a hawk to make sure Draco was eating and sleeping. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, Dean, Seamus and basically all of the Gryffindors thought Harry was obsessed with and/or stalking Draco, and Harry was just like "No! I'm not stalking him!" and Hermione was like "So you admit you're obsessed then?" and Harry really didn't deny that he's obsessed, Draco is his boyfriend! Of course he's obsessed with his own boyfriend! But he couldn't tell Hermione that, so he just shrugged and moved on with the conversation. During all of this, Harry also insisted that Draco learns the Patronus, 'cause it's useful.

While Harry is with Hermione and Ron hunting Horcruxes, Draco is between Hogwarts and the Malfoy Manor. Draco sends Harry his patronus with information. Harry just smiles everytime he sees Draco's patronus, even though it usually brings bad news.

The battle of Hogwarts happens. Harry saves Draco from the Fiendfyre and Harry just can't control himself anymore and ends up pulling Draco closer and kissing him when they're out of the fire. Hermione and Ron are shocked when Draco actually just lets Harry kiss him and even kisses back. So when Harry finally kills Voldemort, he keeps ignoring everyone around him and keeps looking for Draco, Hermione pops up on Harry's side and points to a direction and says she saw Draco in there. Harry thanks her and runs to Draco, who he finds all alone outside the castle just staring at it and Harry just wraps his arms around Draco's waist and kisses Draco's cheek, Draco turns around after that and kisses Harry properly in the lips and then blurts out a "Marry me" and Harry is shocked so he doesn't answer immediately so Draco just starts trailing off about how scared he was when he saw Harry in Hagrids arms and how relieved he was when he noticed Harry was alive and how all of this just made him realize how short life can be and how he wants to spend the rest of his with Harry. Harry kissed Draco before he could say something else and said yes.

Harry testified for Draco, saying that Draco was his spy since the beginning, that Draco was never a real Death Eater and it was all part of their plan.

Harry and Draco's wedding happens just a week before they go back to Hogwarts for the "8th" year.

[amusingmusie]

I know it's not going to happen but what do you think a child between Nel & Alastor would be like? Personality wise or appearance

History Repeats Itself

This is goddamn ridiculous.

Heels click against shiny vinyl flooring as Nel tears off down the hallway, speeding past flyers promoting honors ceremonies and painted murals of happy children. Pushing open door after door and stomping hard enough to make her knees shake, she does nothing to hide her rage over such a bullshit situation. Her fingers twitch with the need for a goddamned cigarette, but she doesn’t trust herself to not light this private school aflame with it. Oh no, she’s not chancing that, not when she’d ruin the career she fought to earn and the schooling she pays out the ass for in one fell swoop. 

Her warpath only halts when she reaches a thick wooden door simply labeled as Dean’s Office. It’s becoming increasingly familiar as of late. With a barely contained growl, she knocks the door open, steps into the room, and prepares for battle.

“She is evil!”

“That’s a strong word. I prefer the term strong-willed instead.”

“Shut it! You’re a malignant tumor on this school!!!”

“Wow, that was a good one. You’re improving your vocabulary, congratulations!”

“DEVIL!”

“You know, anything you say can be held against you in court, I’d mind your words if I were you.”

“WE ARE NOT IN COURT!!!!!”

Nel watches a teenage girl hiss and spit pure venom with all the rage of a feral creature. Her dark eyes are blazing with unfiltered fury, something Nel herself recognizes all too well. There’s no need to ask what has her raging- oh no, Nel is aware of the issue, she sure fucking knows exactly who is responsible for this mess. 

Turning on her heels, Nel stares down the little shit sitting primly in a chair by the flabbergasted dean. Not a curly hair is out of her place on her head, with each chocolate strand pinned neatly back with a stylish bow. Quickly, she gives a small pat to her immaculate bumper bang like she’s brushing away some invisible dust that could possibly disrupt her picture-perfect image. 

She’s a doll with smooth caramel skin and large hazel eyes. 

She’s adorable with pearly white teeth and freckles dotted across her cheeks. 

She’s precious with her long, poofy skirt and long, poofy hair.

She’s perfect.

Except, her mother knows better. Oh, does she ever know better. 

“Sweet Christ,” Nel sighs with something that isn’t quite disappointment, but certainly isn’t glee. Nobody has breathed a word of what events called her down to the private school, again, but she’s certain that her spawn is somehow responsible because she is always responsible when chaos occurs. “Evie. What in the hell is going on here?”

“Momma, there you are!” Bouncing out of her seat, Evie skips over to her mother without a care in the world. She doesn’t bat an eye at her classmate glaring daggers at her or the dean blinking in exasperation since she’s too busy sidling up to her revered birth-giver. “Listen, this is all a big, silly mix-up. I’m completely innocent-”

“Lies-!”

“It was Roxxy who dumped the paint on her own bag to frame me-”

“NO, I DID NOT-!”

“Because why would I ever do such a terrible thing?” Looking for backup, she moves her gaze to the dean, who simply nods his head in slight agreement. “I would never jeopardize my perfect record with the threat of a conduct mark, and for what? To upset my good friend Roxxane with a ridiculous prank?”

“We are not friends!” the other teen growls, her skin turning an intense shade of crimson from the wrath boiling in her bones.

“You’re right, we’re best friends! Thank you for reminding me,” Evie chirps, her toothy smile growing wider.

Nel swats away unfortunate flashbacks that threaten to overtake the moment. 

“Okay, kid, put a pin in it. Just, God, come on, we’re leaving, now. Go.” Once her daughter departs from the room with a final wave to her so-called friend, Nel stares at the dean. “Stop calling me for this bullshit. I pay this school too goddamn much money to run up here each time there’s an issue with these two- next time, deal with it.”

The door slams shut behind her, and she marches on. 

Leather pumps and leather oxfords click together in time down the hallway. 

“What on God’s green earth possessed you to do that?” Nel scoffs, not pausing her march to freedom for a moment. It hardly matters since her kid already has at least an inch on her, because of course she does, her legs are more than long enough to keep up with the redhead’s shorter stomps. “Dumping paint on someone’s bag? Shit, did you just forget any home training I gave you?”

“Momma!” Evie gasps in offense, her round eyes going wide. “You don’t believe in my innocence?”

“No.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Just like that, the act drops and she shrugs, clicking her shiny saddle shoes on the floor. “But I didn’t do it for fun. Well, maybe I did, but she also deserved it.”

“You cannot continue to terrorize that girl. This is the third time that there’s been an incident in the past five weeks. Every time you get yourself into a mess, I gotta hightail it up here to drag you home, and that’s time I lose with my clients, and that’s money I lose to spend on you. You think it reflects positively on me when I’m unable to run my firm because I’m wrangling my daughter?”

“I know, but-“

“Genevieve Marie Sheridan-“

“You don’t understand!”

“Then enlighten me.” 

“She’s terrible!” Uncharacteristic irritation crosses over Evie’s sharp facial features, contorting them into a disgruntled expression eerily similar to the one worn by the ginger walking next to her. “I’m telling you, I have never met someone so absolutely dull and unpleasant in all my life! Sure, I’ve only been alive for fourteen years, but I’ve had a worldly fourteen years!”

“Oh, really now?”

“Momma, forget the details! What I’m trying to explain to you is that she is awful, so I’m attempting to help her become less awful with some harmless fun.”

A familiar feeling creeps along Nel’s skin. It’s a distant feeling, one she hasn’t felt in nearly fifteen years, but it’s one she can never forget, not ever. It’ll haunt her til the day she dies, and long after that too. 

Cold realization begins to dawn on her.

“...What makes this girl so bad?”

“What doesn’t?” the teen snips, rolling her eyes. “She always has to argue with me or oppose me, she can never just listen to anything I say! I don’t understand. Everyone else loves me- as they should, I’m amazing.”

“Mhm.”

“But not her! Never her. She’s been against me since we moved here, what, seven years ago? All because everyone adores me due to my benevolent nature and because she’s an envious ball of rage with no friends.”

“Mhm.”

“And I always think of how repulsive she is, especially at the worst times! Did you know that I dreamed of her nasty little face the other night? She’s a true nightmare at this point. I can’t escape her even in my sleep.”

“I bet.”

“So, in conclusion, she is my number one enemy, and I will destroy her.” Evie raises her upturned nose into the air with a slight huff. “In completely legal ways, of course. Such as kindness. And a few ink bombs too.”

There it is. 

Pausing at the front of the school, Nel faces the little turd fully, her initial anger fading. Hell, she can never stay mad at the kid for long; that’s her baby, no matter how tall she grows or how ruthless she becomes. 

When Evie returns her mother’s softening gaze with a kind one of her own, Nel swallows down an old sadness that’s taken root inside of her. It’s been there for years, always hovering like a ghost in the background, always lingering no matter how long she ignores it. But, its presence isn’t so heavy with her kid here, even if she wears a dead man’s face and speaks in his same chipper tone. 

It would be just like Alastor to have a child so eerily like himself. He could never quit the game; he’d always leave some version of himself behind to plague Nel. 

Fitting. He always had to have the last laugh.

“You know, I know a thing or two about having an enemy.”

“Oh, like the DA?”

“No, not that son of a bitch, though he’s worthless,” she grumbles. “No, I had someone else I swore to destroy a long time ago.”

“Well, did you?” she asks, and Nel gives her a strained, tired smile. 

“Yes and no. That’s a story for another day. For now, all I’ll tell you is that you need to be careful, and that maybe you should spend some time using that big brain to decide what you really think of this nemesis of yours.”

“Well, I hate her. I don't need to think about that.”

Nel rolls her eyes. “No doubt, but hate can sometimes…ah, fuck it, I’ll save it.” With a shake of her head, she waves away her words. “You’ll figure it out, baby. Now come on, we’re getting the hell out of here. Goddamn ridiculous school.”

“Yes ma’am!” Evie skips along happily next to Nel, contagious cheer radiating off of her. “We need to go anyway. I’d like to be at least down the block before the dye bomb I placed in Roxxy’s locker detonates.”

“...The what?”

There’s a distant pop, and then a muffled scream from deep inside of the school building.

Evie blinks innocently, and then Nel sighs. 

History always repeats itself. 

[nym-wibbly]

Please say you intend to write spn/deancas now?

I'd love to! My energy levels are pitiful at the moment, limiting my computer time a lot, but curiosity about the fanfiction potential was a big part of why I saved Supernatural for a proper binge watch-through and avoided the spoilers all that time.

Castiel's the obvious choice of character for me and my writer quirks, and he's all about the Dean from the moment they meet, so yeah. I hope I can manage some writing once I finish processing what I just saw.

I did try some smutty scribbles set during season eight or nine, trying out the slash vibe for size, and I got a brainworm about Naomi's part in things that won't go away.

[samwinchestersgirl83]

Yes Dean, we saw you checking out Sam all dressed up. No Dean, you can’t mask that initial look you gave your little brother when Sam said he was going on a date with Eileen which was unfiltered jealousy.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! Really enjoyed the Harry is gay post, very well researched! Are there any other characters in the series you would also think are gay? Don't wanna say anyone just yet, just want your unfiltered opinion

Hi!

Thank you so much!

Can't say I have other characters I feel as strongly about their sexual preferences. A large part of it is what Harry chooses to pay attention to. So, I don't have much evidence for anyone else, but I can say who I think is likelier to be gay (or at least not straight) from textual evidence. Some of them go into headcanon territory, but here they are, off the top of my head and in no particular order:

1. Dumbledore and Grindelwald

I'm pretty sure these two are canon, so I don't need to say much. But:

“Yes, even after they’d spent all day in discussion—both such brilliant young boys, they got on like a cauldron on fire—I’d sometimes hear an owl tapping at Gellert’s bedroom window, delivering a letter from Albus! An idea would have struck him, and then he had to let Gellert know immediately!”

(DH, pages 308-309)

Gellert— .... (This was your mistake at Durmstrang! But I do not complain, because if you had not been expelled, we would never have met.) Albus

(DH, pages 309)

“Grindelwald. And at last, my brother had an equal to talk to someone just as bright and talented he was. And looking after Ariana took a backseat then, while they were hatching all their plans for a new Wizarding order and looking for Hallows, and whatever else it was they were so interested in.

(DH, pages 480)

2. Sirius Black

I think Sirius might've been gay, or at least bi. It goes into headcanon territory, but I think Sirius used to be in love with James. He just always gave me that vibe. (I don't think they were ever a thing, I think Sirius took his feelings for James with him to his grave).

Here are some quotes that gave me the feeling Sirius is not interested in anyone but James:

Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.

(OOTP, page 642)

“He kept messing up his hair,” said Harry in a pained voice. Sirius and Lupin laughed. “I’d forgotten he used to do that,” said Sirius affectionately.

(OOTP, page 670)

Plus, Sirius' general fixation on James and his constant reminiscence about him. And the two-way mirror they made just for them cause they couldn't handle an hour apart in detention:

This is a two-way mirror. I’ve got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you’ll appear in my mirror and I’ll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.

(OOTP, page 858)

But we don't really know about any romantic interests Sirius may have had. So, it's more of a headcanon than anything.

3. Dean Thomas

I think Dean Thomas is bi (not gay, I think he did like Ginny). And I have only one qoute evidence for it, but it's a really funny one and I don't think I've seen anyone mention it so I'll put it here:

He certainly wasn’t the only one who was sorry to see Professor Lupin go. The whole of Harry’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class was miserable about his resignation. “Wonder what they’ll give us next year?” said Seamus Finnigan gloomily. “Maybe a vampire,” suggested Dean Thomas hopefully.

(POA, page 429)

Dean Thomas clearly read whatever 1990s version of Twilight that exists in the HP universe and wants a love triangle paranormal romance with a werewolf and a vampire.

4. Draco Malfoy

I think he was a little too obsessed with Harry. Like, I don't actually ship Drarry, but I can definitely confess Draco was way too interested in Harry for it to not appear a little gay.

He rummaged in his trunk up in the luggage rack and pulled out the miniature figure of Viktor Krum. “Oh wow,” said Neville enviously as Ron tipped Krum onto his pudgy hand. “We saw him right up close, as well,” said Ron. “We were in the Top Box —” “For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.” Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer. Evidently they had overheard the conversation through the compartment door, which Dean and Seamus had left ajar. “Don’t remember asking you to join us, Malfoy,” said Harry coolly.

(GOF, page 168)

Draco literally comes to find Harry on the train, uninvited, every year (except 6th). Throughout their time at school, he also makes an active effort to seek out Harry to a level that is kind of ridiculous. It always looked to me like Draco was desperate for any sort of attention from Harry.

Harry looked down at the hawthorn wand that had once belonged to Draco Malfoy. He had been surprised, but pleased to discover that it worked for him at least as well as Hermione’s had done.

(DH, page 444)

Considering how loyal unicorn hair wands like Draco's are, it seems Dravo feels more friendly about Harry than he likes to pretend.

5. Aunt Muriel

It sounds weird, I know, but I have a reason here. So, Muriel is from the same generation as Dumbledore, more or less, from her words in DH. And we know, back then she had expectations to marry and have children as a (seemingly) pure-blood witch. Those expectations would've been prevalent when she was a young woman in the early 20th century, even among the less blood-purist families.

The fact that she didn't seem to have settled down with a husband and children implies she wasn't interested in doing so. This allows a reading of her as either interested in women or not interested in sex or marriage in general.

6. Alphard Black & Cassiopeia Black

For the same reasons as Muriel. Neither Cassiopeia (born 1915) nor Alphard, Sirius' godfather (born circa 1927-ish) married or had children. This is something that would be expected of them, so the reading of them as not straight is very plausible.

So, that's it. These are all the characters that off the top of my head I could give textual evidence for a not straight reading of. I don't have as much evidence, and that's why I consider this more headcanon than theory. Obviously, people can headcanon wherever, these are just the ones that I could recall evidence for.

[borgialucrezia]

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[hexedwinchester]

The Pain is Different

Y'all know me, at this point, I should probably be running for the President of the "Club Hurt Sam Winchester" (does this exist?).. Other Jared Characters' hurt is just seem like an extension of that club.

It occurred to me Jared's portrayal of physical pain is quite different across different characters played by him. Of course, it wouldn't be right to compare one character's pain to the other because the methods of inflicting pain and the suffering that follows will be like comparing apples to oranges. So for the sake of this post, I have only used gifs that show humans as the torturer and with mostly similar methods or methods that are likely to cause similar level of pain on a pain scale (is there a scale?):

Sam Winchester, Supernatural: Out of all the characters played by Jared, Sam is the one who suffered the most and should have the highest tolerance/threshold against pain. He was tortured by the Devil in the cage, in Hell so it doesn't take a genius to guess all the creative ways he must have suffered. Sam's pain is raw and goes deeper than the physical plane of pain itself. When you look at Sam during these moments, his pain comes from within because there is always a display of emotional turmoil along with physical torment. I guess, this is why seeing Sam in pain feels like a knife twisting in your heart. To keep the comparison fair with the other characters, the GIF used is the one where Cole Trenton tortures him to get intel on Dean. The method is what one might use in an advanced interrogation technique but you can clearly see that emotional hurt and anger flashing through his face despite all of John's training. Sam suffers with his heart on his sleeve.

Cordell Walker, Walker: Cordell's pain outlet is purely physical. I guess, this mostly comes from him being professionally trained to handle such situations. He is trained to turn off the emotional unrest which is why there is a stark difference in the way Cordell responds to the torture versus how his brother Liam does at the start of season 3. Cordell has a game face on and there is no room for emotions to give in to his enemies' demands. He goes as far as to mention that they will not succeed in breaking him through physical pain which is why Liam was brought in in the first place. Despite that, we don't see Cordell falling apart because he does not suffer through pain with his emotions on his sleeves like Sam does.

Wade Felton, House of Wax: Again for this one, I had to take the shot where Vincent cuts through his Achilles heel because after that Wade is heavily sedated to be pliant and his response to pain is subdued as a result of the same. Now, Wade's pain is unfiltered because he is simply a kid who unfortunately got caught in the wrong place, at the wrong time and among the wrong people. There is no heroism in his suffering. He is squealing, crying and hurting, crawling away, terrified, scared and begging for mercy. There are no hero shots. He is just another victim and probably gives his tormentor the same satisfaction of being a whimpering mess as others have.

I skipped Friday the 13th because there is not enough opportunity to demonstrate Clay's suffering and none of the other characters played by Jared have suffered so much physical pain. But, among the above three characters, it was fascinating to see how vividly different the response to pain was.