#hunter green garage door

[esteponajabonesecologicos]

Exterior Siding An illustration of a medium-sized one-story, brown, mixed-siding exterior home design with a shingle roof is in the mountain style.

[nanni-art]

Exterior Siding An illustration of a medium-sized one-story, brown, mixed-siding exterior home design with a shingle roof is in the mountain style.

[slocumjoe]

what the companions get canceled for

Ada; thinks lost and found is a freebie box, will walk into your home if the garage door is open and try to haggle for your shit

Cait; The new Giddyup Buttercups just released, a riot broke out in the store, she emerged the winner. because, y'know. she was fighting moms and their children

Codsworth; assault (ferociously wiping bbq sauce off a strangers face)

Curie; chasing anti-vax protesters with disease samples on q-tips

Danse; slurs

Deacon; the most insane kin drama you have ever seen unfold

Dogmeat; peed on a prized show poodle at the park

Gage; exotic animal ownership and driving a truck that is holding on with duct tape and a prayer. no one finds out about the...other things

Hancock; went to Nuka World, popped some bad, expired chems, and spent a week living in the walls of the attractions, planning an assassination on Cappy

MacCready; chasing anti-vax protesters with knives

Nick; exiled by the Italian community for how he makes spaghetti in the microwave (he's a busy man, it's convenient, it tastes the same, what's the fuss about?)

Old Longfellow; sport hunter

Strong; rushes the stage at a production of Cats and attacks the actors ("Bustopher Jones~, is not skin and bones~, in fact, he's remarkably fa—AAAAAAAAAA–")

Piper; the most insane twitter political hot take thread you have ever seen unfold

Preston; broke HOA rules to start a community garden and sicced children on the HOA board members

X6-88; the only HOA board member that's willing to throw children into traffic if it means digging up Preston's illegal green beans

[deangirlsstuff67]

Death Confessions

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mutual pining, soft Dean, language, mentions of smut, mentions of death

Summary: the boys and you are on a hunt only things don't go according to plan...

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You hate witches. Can't stand the miserable pricks.

Tonight, you and the boys had finally tracked down the local witch in town. Or should you say witches. Plural. And oh yeah, ex lovers as well.

The pair had decided to wage an all out war on one another and didn't seem to care that innocent people were getting hurt in the cross fire.

At some point during the battle, you were struck with a spell. You didn't think anything of it because nothing happened. The boys killed the pair while you were recovering from the blow and you got the hell out of town.

It's been 3 hours into your drive and you aren't feeling so hot anymore.

What the fuck did they do to you.

You're shivering but hot to the touch. Your stomach is in knots. And every time the oldest Winchester looks at you in the rear view mirror, you feel your underwear dampen.

Sam's asleep in the front seat and Dean is humming along with ACDC as he drives you all back to the bunker.

You don't want to panic anyone so you decide to wait it out. Rowena and Crowley are there currently and you're sure she will know what to do.

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Another 3 hours and the impala is pulling into the underground garage the bunker has. You've managed to pretend as if your sleeping to keep the boys from worrying.

Sam turns around to wake you when he notices somethings wrong.

Very wrong.

You're covered in a thin layer of sweat. You're burning hot to touch. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, and you can barely keep your eyes open.

"Dean, something is wrong with y/n." Sam yells at his brother, who is unloading your crap from the trunk.

Dean comes running around to your door and opens it, almost ripping it off its hinges. Seeing you in this state makes his blood boil with concern and a protectivness. Reaching in he gentle cradles you to his chest and with Sam's help gets you into the bunker.

Dean's gruff voice breaks through the fog in your mind. His strong arms feel like bliss as he hold you close. His aftershave surrounds you, making your mouth water. A small moan slips from your lips as you feel your walls clench around nothing.

"Sammy go get Rowena. Tell her y/n was hit by one of the witches. I'm taking her to my room."

You vaguely feel him place you in his bed and cover you in his blankets. His scent is all around you and it's clouding your mind with nasty thoughts about the green eyed hunter.

You've always had a crush on Dean. He's charming, built like a damn model, and treats you as if you're the most precious thing on this earth.

Sadly, the womanizing Winchester has never looked at you more than a best friend. You hang, watch movies together, train once in a while, and he cooks you amazing meals. Nothing more than friends, and you're okay with that.

Better than nothing.

Whatever they hit you with is bringing out your desire for Dean. The same desire you buried deep down and try to avoid at all costs.

Another moan slips out as you feel slick running down your thigh.

Fuck this is embarrassing.

Just then, Sam returns with Rowena in tow. Thank God. Please make it go away. He can't find out like this.

"Oh dear. Sweetie what are you feeling?" Out of all the witches you've developed a soft spot for the red head in front of you. Sure she always has an end game that benefits her, but the woman is strong and resilient. You've got to respect that.

"Cold and uncomfortable." You don't know how else to describe it without completely embarrassing yourself.

Rowena exams you. You see when she clues in. The knowing smirk on her face.

"Well the good news is she will be fine. However," she looks over at the boys then, "someone will have to stay with her tonight and help her work it out of her system."

Dean and Sam share a confused look before Sam speaks up, "what?"

"It's simple. For whatever reason the witch cast a fuck or die spell. I'm sure y/n here wasn't their target but either way she needs to fuck it from her system or she will die in 24 hours."

Your eyes go wide as you listen, "I'm sorry, what?!?"

"It's the only way Dear."

"No. There has to be something else you can do Rowena. Anything else." You were too busy freaking out to catch the look of disappointment the crossed Dean's face. However, Sam wasn't. Even though the oldest Winchester never admitted it out loud, Sam knew how his brother felt about you.

"Y/N it's okay. Dean can stay with you and help you any way you allow." The younger brother said before he motioned for Rowena to follow him out of Dean's room. Leaving you and the green eyed hunter alone.

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"Y/N let me help you." At this point the spell has gotten so bad you won't allow Dean to touch you. Which is of course frustrating the living hell out of him.

"No, Dean its okay."

"The fuck it is. You're dying and I can help. Why won't you let me?"

"It's too much to ask from you. We're friends Dean but even friends have limits."

"If it saves you I'm willing to do anything!" He's temper has taken over. Not understanding why you won't let him save you.

What the hell, you're dying anyway.

"Are you serious Dean!" You're outburst shocks him. He goes to speak but you cut him off.

"No Winchester, shut up and listen. For three years I've watched you take home girl after girl. For three years I've sat at that table or in your Baby and listened as you told us everything you did with them the night before. Not once complaining. Not once telling you how jealous I fucking was. I'm not your type and I get it. But don't think for one minute I will throw away the closet thing I'll ever have with you just to save my life." You point your finger in his direction as you continue.

"I fucking love you dumbass. I've been waiting, hoping you'd see me more as what we are. Hoping you'd get your head out of your ass and see that I'm the perfect girl for you. I'm a freaking hunter. I know the life and the risks. But no, instead you waltz every bimbo you can in front of me like some prized fucking pig."

Before you can continue chewing him a new asshole Dean pounces on you. Strong finger tangle in your hair and his soft lips dominate yours. The surprise subsides and you begin to kiss him back.

"You done yelling at me sweetheart? Cause I got something to say. I've loved your snarky ass since the moment you told me to blow you three years ago when we crossed paths on the vampire hunt. I love everything about you and I only ever got with those women because I knew you could do better than me. I'm not worth the pain y/n, but God dammit if you feel the same than why not try. "

He pushes his large erection into your wet core. You can't help but moan at the feeling. Dean smirks down at you.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you good and hard for as long as we need to so we can save your life. Then I'm going to make you breakfast before I spend the day worshiping this beauty body how I should. You okay with that princess?"

"Don't call me princess."

"Shut up and kiss me woman."

And kiss you did. Every part of your body as he did exactly as he promised. Fucking you in every position. When he's big, fat cock needed a break he was making you cum with his tongue or fingers. Over and over again until your body began to go back to normal and fatigue set in.

When you woke in his warm, safe arms you found Dean staring at you. You've never seen his eyes shine so bright.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah I am. Thank you." You lean up and kiss him.

"Let's get you some food." He jumps out of bed and walks to his dresser, finding you one of his shirts. You through it on before you walk out of his room hand in hand.

Sam is already sitting at the table when you walk in together. He looks up from his tablet and just smiles.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean barks as he swats your ass and begins to get the ingredients for breakfast.

"I'm just happy Dean. You got your girl and we didn't lose y/n."

Dean looks over at you and smiles. Fuck you love that man.

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[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from CNN:

William Fulford moved from Virginia Beach, Virginia, to a new waterfront development in Florida in 2023. Nestled between Sarasota Bay and the southwestern part of Tampa Bay, the new home by Bradenton Beach was everything Fulford, a retired custom homebuilder, ever wished for.

The developers of the new Hunters Point community, Pearl Homes, billed the property as the first “net-zero” single-family home development in the US, meaning residents produce more energy from solar panels than they need, with the excess energy either being stored or sold back to the grid – in a state where most electricity is generated by burning natural gas, a planet-warming fossil fuel.

They also boast some of the most sustainable, energy-efficient and hurricane-proof homes in the country: The streets surrounding the homes are intentionally designed to flood so houses don’t. Power and internet lines are buried to avoid wind damage. The sturdy concrete walls, hurricane-proof windows and doors are fortified with a layer of foam insulation, providing extra safety against the most violent storms.

Climate resiliency and storm protection were built into the fabric of the homes. And while the newly developed homes have endured a few storms since people moved in around February 2023, Hurricanes Helene and Milton put those features to the true test over the last two weeks.

Most of the residents living in Hunters Point heeded the mandatory evacuations ahead of Hurricane Milton’s landfall but Fulford, 76, stayed behind with wife, Sueann, just as they did during Hurricane Helene last month.

They stocked up on water and groceries. Fulford moved the car to higher ground. He tied up all patio and back deck furniture together. They brought everything from the garage, which made up the entire ground floor, up to the living spaces on the second floor. And, in the event of a worst-case scenario, Sueann insisted on getting life preservers.

“I’m just quite convinced that the strength and everything in this house. They built a great house, a strong house,” Fulford said. “And I just feel comfortable. I feel like we’re high enough up, even if we get a storm surge.”

When Gobuty started the design process for Hunters Point, it was imperative the homes be able to withstand Category 5 hurricanes. It’s the first residential development to get a Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) net-zero certification in the world, according to the US Green Building Council.

Each of the three-story homes are designed like this: The ground floor is a garage designed with flood vents to drain rising water. The living spaces start on the second floor, which is intentionally built 16 feet above sea level. From the roof to its foundation, steel straps secure the entire structure. Solar panels are attached to the roofs’ raised vertical seams to prevent them from flying off.

The property also sits in a major flood zone, which meant the homes needed to be elevated to meet Florida’s building codes. Still, the developers went beyond the required 3 feet of fill dirt and used 7 feet instead to be safe.

[ellen-reincarnated1967]

You shuffled down the bunker hallway, in search of painkillers, a pot of strong ass coffee, and something fried and greasy, to fend off the wicked hangover you acquired the night before with Sam.

Sam, whom you had left in your bed, precariously strewn across your mussed up sheets, you might add, as you smirked to yourself, “The bigger they are, the stronger the tequila,” and no, nothing happened between the two of you, he was ever the gentle giant.

Wrapping an elastic band around your slept in curls, you continued to shuffle towards the promising kitchen, when you saw what looked like drops of blood leading from the garage door to the war room. Forgotten was the hangover as you went into hunter mode, pulling what you could down from the wall to your immediate left, took one look at the Samurai blade in your hands, and grumbled, “who decorated this place?”

Slowly, you inched your way, stealthily following the trail of droplets.

You were about to turn the corner, when you saw the worn leather and scuffed up boots attached to the bowlegs of Dean, nursing himself with a tumbler of whiskey from the smell of it.

Your eyes crept slowly up his exhausted form propped up against the wall, the bloodied and broken knuckles, resting atop his knee.

“Dean, what in the ever loving frak,” you gently maneuvered his injured hand into your own, examining the rest of him for any other signs of injuries.

Dean chuckled breathlessly, “Should see the other guy, YN,” then having seconds thoughts, reigned himself in, “actually, uh, best you don’t go looking into the other guy for awhile.”

“Dean, you didn’t?”

You don’t know why you bothered asking, “of course you did.”

“He had it coming Sweetheart,” he took another swig from his glass, “said so yourself.”

Fragments of the night before started to stitch themselves into place; Dean getting a mysterious phone call, just as you were knocking back shots, the side eye from Sam, the barely there nod of Dean’s head, the excuse that ‘Jody needed help’, Sam sweeping you up in his arms bridal style, oh God, you propositioning Sam!

“I think I might’ve hit on Sam last night,” you knocked your head back into the wall.

Dean proffered his glass to you, “I think you need this more than me,” he snorted and you finished off the amber liquid

“You broke a few speed limits making it there and back in a night,” you groaned.

“Broke more than a few speed limits, Princess,” Dean hoisted himself up and extended his hand to pull you up with him, “don’t think anyone will be swiping right on his profile pic for awhile.”

You let out a wheezing laugh, “thanks, Dean, for uh, everything,” you felt the liquor warming up your cheeks and it countered with the roiling of your empty stomach. Your face went from sallow to green and Dean swiftly sat you in one of the kitchen chairs.

“Fried eggs and bacon, coming up,” he smacked the back of the chair twice, “so you can keep whatever is left in that bottomless pit of yours down.”

“Ass.” You mumbled as you cradled your head in your arms on the cool table top.

“Ever the charmer, YN,” Dean began to prep for breakfast, “so eloquent.”

“Bite me, Winchester,” you shot back.

“Save the foreplay for Sammy,” he teased as he cracked a few eggs into a bowl, “he likes it rough.”

Shuffling footsteps sounded at the doorway and a disheveled Sam, running his hand through his hair, looked at his brother and YN quizzically, “who likes it rough?”

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Late Night Comfort

Summary - Part 6 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - mentions of periods, nausea, smut, mild swearing

Word Count: 1806

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. This one gets a little emotional, I literally cried while writing it. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

You wake up to an empty bed, and a spread of crackers, soup and an electrolyte drink on your nightstand. As you slowly try to fill your stomach your mind drifts back to when Dean was holding you and feeding you this same meal just days ago. You reach for your phone and call your caring, green-eyed fiancé to thank him for the meal; he answers on the second ring.

“Hey baby, where are you?”

“Just out … I thought I’d uh give you some space. But uh, make sure you eat and drink as much as you can. I’ll come back soon and pick you up and we can hit the road again,” he says before hanging up.

You really were pushing him away, you wonder just how long before he leaves you completely.

What if he asks me to move out of the bunker? Where would I go? I’d literally be barefoot, potentially pregnant and on the street with all the evil. At least if grief doesn’t kill me something else will. I wouldn’t suffer long. 

It’s not long before Dean walks in, interrupting the voice in your head. He notices you’ve barely touched the food or drink and almost slips onto the bed beside you, but he stops himself a few steps short.

“You ready to go?”

You look down at the food and drink in your lap hoping he’ll take the hint and come and hold you like the other day, but when he stays put you just nod and move it all back to the nightstand. 

“Where’s Sam?”

“Waiting in the car. Get dressed and you can meet us out there, and you’re riding shotgun so I can keep an eye on you. You can push me away all you want and I promise I’ll try to stop being so smothering, but you can’t ask me to stop worrying about you.” 

You look up just in time to see his red-rimmed eyes before he turns around and walks outside. Leaving you naked, nauseous and alone in the cold room. You quickly stand up and get dressed, grabbing the drink and crackers along with your bag before leaving. 

You curl up and lean against the window, cradling the drink and crackers in your lap as you let the classic rock music and steady purr of the engine wash over you for the next few hours. You keep your eyes fixed on the road ahead of you, not daring to look at your concerned fiancé. But you can feel him looking at you every so often, but he never makes a move to touch you. 

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It’s well after dark when Dean finally parks the car in the bunker’s garage. You’re slow to get out, stretching every one of your stiff, sore muscles as you do. You toss the empty packet and bottle in the bin as you pass, moving to your and Dean’s room. You almost stop a door short debating whether to sleep alone. But you can’t pass up the comfort of having the older hunter beside you, even if he refuses to cuddle. When he joins you in your room moments later the tension in the air is thick. You can tell there’s so much he wants to say but like you, he’s too scared to open his mouth.

You turn to grab one of his flannels and a clean pair of underwear from the drawers when he finally breaks the silence. “Please, just tell me where I went wrong?”

Your heart sinks at his words. Dropping the clothes you rush over to him with tears in your eyes, taking his hands in yours. “Nothing, nowhere, baby.”

“Really? Because you can barely look at me anymore, let alone talk to me. I had to all but beg you to touch me. I know I suck at the dating thing, and I’m obviously even worse at the fiancé thing. Just tell me what to do. Please … please just tell me how to fix it.”

Tears fall down both of your cheeks. “You can’t …” As the words leave your mouth he tries to pull away but you tighten your grip. “You can’t fix it because you didn’t break us … I did. I’ve been so scared of losing you that I didn’t realise how much I’ve actually been pushing you away.” You lead him towards the bed urging him to take a seat beside you. You turn to face him as he follows you, never letting his hands out of yours. 

Unsure how else to fix the rift growing between you, you breathe out, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Dean looks up at you but stays silent, giving you a chance to elaborate. 

“I’ve had this feeling for a while now, and then the morning sickness started, and the mood swings … and I am just so scared, Dean. I don’t know what to do. I’m not ready and I don’t want to trap you into something you don’t want …”

“Trap me?” He can’t stop himself from pulling you into his lap, his hands wiping away your tears as they continue to fall. “No, sweetheart, a baby would be a blessing, not a trap. Sure it’s sooner than expected but it’s on the path we planned to follow eventually anyway, right?”

“I don’t even know for sure. I mean, I haven’t tested or anything, it’s just a hunch.”

“Well, how about we do that first thing in the morning then? Once we know for sure, we can start moving forward accordingly.”

You nod and Dean picks you up and carries you into the bathroom. He sits you on the counter while he moves swiftly around the room running a bubble bath. Once the tub’s almost full he helps you strip before setting you down in the water. You watch as he strips himself and slots in behind you. You just sit there enjoying the warmth and comfort in silence for a while, until Dean breaks it quietly.

“How long have you known, or suspected?”

“A few weeks.”

“Before I proposed?”

You nod as you play with his fingers under the water.

“We talked for hours that night, we even talked about children and our future. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I … I guess I was just scared. I didn’t know for sure, I still don’t. And I was really enjoying the night and your company and I didn’t want to ruin it. In hindsight, if I did, you probably wouldn’t have proposed.”

“I disagree. I think I would have. It just would have given me even more reason to.”

“You would have done it for the wrong reasons. You would have done it out of duty.”

“I would have done it because I love you. The same reason I did do it.”

You turn around in the tub, straddling your fiancé’s sexy bow legs. You bring your lips to his as your hands roam his body from his head to his waist, his hands doing the same to you. You make out until the water starts to feel cold against your skin, and then Dean lifts you out and carries you back to bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your bodies barely separate as he lays you both down on the soft memory foam mattress. His lips start to explore your neck searching for your sweet spot as you grind your hips against him. When he sucks the skin right below your ear you let out a moan, causing him to suck harder and rut his hips against yours.

He whispers a groan by your ear, “I’ve missed you, baby. I’ve missed this. You’re so perfect.”

He continues his journey down your body, leaving wet kisses along the way: over your chest, paying special attention to your tender breasts before moving down your stomach and hips, he skips over the place you want the most and trails down the inside of your thighs, calves and even your feet before moving back up to your throbbing core. He leaves a few tender kisses there before moving back to your lips. 

“I love every inch of your body, you’re so beautiful and perfect. And you taste amazing! I still can’t believe you’re mine,” he says as he reaches for the nightstand drawer blindly. You run your hand along his arm bringing it back to your body.

“I’m pretty sure it’s too late for that. I just want to feel all of you tonight, Dean. I need to feel you.”

He leans down and catches your lips in a deep kiss and he reaches down and lines himself up and smoothly enters you in one move. You let out a low moan against each other’s lips as he starts to move. You both know this won’t last long; it’s been too long. 

It’s not like anything you’ve ever shared before: it’s slow and tender and each movement is filled with all the love and devotion you feel for each other. You’ve never felt so in love or connected to the man above you. 

After a while, his movements start to stutter. “Come on, baby, I need you to cum with me.”

You let go at his words, letting the waves of pleasure wash over you as he rides you through it before joining you. You’re not used to the sensation of him exploding inside you like this, the only other time it’s ever happened you were too drunk to remember it, but you know you’ll never forget tonight. When his hips come to a stop he rolls you both over, laying you on his chest as you catch your breath. Feeling fully content you drift off to sleep in his arms.

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You wake up naked in Dean’s arms. You glance up at his sleeping features as you reminisce on the passionate night you shared. And for the first time in years, you actually let yourself believe that everything is gonna be alright. No matter what curve balls life throws at you, you know you and Dean will catch them and ride them out together. 

After a while, you start to leave kisses along his chest causing him to stir. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says without opening his eyes. “Are you angling for a round two? Or are you gonna let me take you out for breakfast?”

“This feels like Deja Vu… except this time the answer is yes.”

“To which option?”

“Both?”

“That’s the perfect answer, let’s take a shower and then we can head out.”

“Perfect.”

Dean kisses the top of your head before tilting your face so your lips meet his. He lifts you swiftly, his lips barely leaving yours as he carries you into the shower, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. 

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Ride Pt. 1

Read part 2 here

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When you’re having a bad day Dean makes it his mission to cheer you up. During a joy ride in the Impala old memories come up and the day ends a little different to what you both had expected.

Words: 3,5 k

Warnings: fluff, angst, smoking & drinking (only a little), friends to lovers

A/N: I’m thinking about writing a 2nd part for this oneshot. Of course it would be a little spicy 🌶️

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You had been brooding over some books for a few hours when Dean showed up in the library. 

„Morning, N/N.“, he greeted you with a smile as he sat down in front of you.

One of your eyebrows quirked up. You looked at the watch on your wrist.

„It’s noon.“, was the only thing you said, then you focused on your book again. 

The older Winchester chuckled.

„Someone’s in a happy mood…then good noon to you.“, he answered. „What’s going on?“

Now he looked a little more serious. Frowning, you met his gaze again.

„What do you mean?“

„Well, you’ve seemed a little down and grumpy in the last few days.“, Dean explained. „Just wanted to check in on you.“ 

He leaned back and watched you as if trying to guess the answer before you even said anything. You sighed.

„It’s nothing. Really.“

Afterward, you tried to devote yourself to the book again but just then Dean grabbed it and put it out of your reach.

„Nu-uh.“, he shook his head. „Don’t „It’s nothing.“ me. Both you and I know, that that isn’t the case.“

At that, you rolled your eyes but finally gave in, after all, he was your best friend.

„It’s just…“, you gulped. „Nothing has been going right for a few days and…I’m so done with everything.“

You sighed loudly and Dean looked like he was trying to think of an example before he spoke.

„What exactly went wrong?“, it seemed like he hadn’t found an answer.

„Well.“, you held one finger up and nodded towards the garage. „First of all, I had a flat tire when I came back from that hunt with Charlie on Monday. I just wanted to relax when I came back and the next thing I knew I had to spend three hours fixing it. Secondly…“, you added another finger. „I stained my favorite shirt with sauce when I made that spicy fried chicken for dinner on Tuesday and it won’t come off. I’ve tried everything but there’s still too much residue to be unnoticed.“, you pinched the bridge of your nose as you exhaled and held up a third finger. „Yesterday I tried to hang up some pictures in my room and just when I wanted to place the last photograph next to the door my chair crashed and I bruised my elbow and now…“, you showed Dean the fourth and final finger. „I’m trying to help Sam with some details on his hunt. He wanted some information on a rune and I just know that I saw the exact symbol a few weeks ago in one of those books, but I just can’t seem to find it anymore. I feel like I’m going crazy at this point.“ 

With a loud huff you punched the stack of books on your right slightly and watched the tower fall over, then you looked back at Dean.

„Sounds really crappy.“, he agreed. „But why didn’t you ask me for help with your car or that rune? You know that I always support you where I can. Sometimes you just need to ask.“

Shrugging, you answered: „I mean…after our last big hunt, you had to repair a lot of the Impala. I didn’t want to bother with other stuff that I’m normally capable of doing alone.“

He hummed now.

„I see. But still. Baby’s all fixed up since yesterday and I would’ve helped you with the tire if you had asked me. The damage one the Impala wasn’t as bad as I had thought.“, he then said.

In silence, you looked at him for a while until you broke eye contact and chuckled dryly.

„Well, it’s too late now. At least for my car.“

Unenthusiastic you stood up and snatched your book from Dean.

„But you can help me with the rune if you want to.“, you added as you sat down again.

Unexpectedly the green-eyed hunter shook his head.

„No.“, he said.

„No? Really?“, frowning you scoffed. „Just right now you wanted me to ask you for help and now you say no?“

This man sometimes was a mystery to you.

„You see…“, Dean smiled as he got up and slowly walked over to you. „I’m not saying no because I don’t want to help you. I’m saying no because I can see how worn-out and unhappy you are. You need some time off, sweetheart. Something to cheer you up.“

You looked up at him, forehead wrinkled.

„And how? Sam needs this information.“, you told him.

„Come on, sweetheart. I’m sure that Sam will be fine. Even without your help. Why don’t you send him the titles of those books you have here? Maybe he’ll find something on the internet.“

„But-“, you wanted to object but the older Winchester didn’t let you. 

„Y/N, you need to relax a little. Okay?“, he held his hand out for you.

Doubtful you looked at it while you were chewing on your lip. You wanted to help Sam but Dean was right. You really needed something that would make you happy and help you calm down. Right now or else you would go mad sooner or later.

„Alright.“, you nodded and grabbed his hand.

„Atta girl.“, he grinned as he pulled you up. „Let’s meet at the Impala in 15 minutes. Grab a picnic blanket, some other blankets, and pillows.“

You smiled a little confused.

„For what?“

„I‘m taking you on a joy ride. Like back in the days.“, the dirty blonde winked at you, then he went off to the kitchen.

Chuckling you let your eyes follow his figure until he was gone and walked to your room. You really were looking forward to this ride so you did fast work with your tasks. After all, it had been forever since the last time you had done this. Just as you had sent Sam the book titles and wanted to go to the garage you remembered something.

The first time you and Dean had went on a joy ride was when you both were 16. John had dropped off Sam and Dean at your uncle’s house while he was on a case with another man and had left the Impala there, too. You had lived with your uncle since your parents had died on a hunt and he was no other than Bobby Singer. At that time you had also known the Winchester brothers for a while. Their dad had left them at Bobby‘s for a few times and you had always had gotten along with Dean pretty well so that afternoon the both of you went off on a joy ride in John‘s car. You had wanted to seem cool so you had stolen a pack of cigarettes from the neighbor to try out. Long story short: both of you hadn’t been a fan. Since then you had hidden the little package in your nightstand at your uncle‘s house and taken them with you in your recent one when you and the boys had moved to the bunker after Bobby had died.

Smiling you went back and grabbed the pack. Maybe it would be fun to smoke another cigarette just for the sake of reveling in old memories. Finally, you made your way to the Impala and five minutes later Dean showed up with some food and drinks to take with you.

„Ready?“, he asked you as he opened his car and put them in the backseat.

You nodded while you did the same with the blankets and the pillows.

„Ready as I can be.“

„Good. Jump in.“, like the gentleman he was Dean opened the door to the passenger seat for you before he went to his own side of the car. 

Soon you both were on the road and you could instantly feel the weight of the last few days lift from your shoulders. Satisfied you sighed and looked out of the window. It was a warm and sunny summer day, just perfect for your plan. 

„Feeling better already?“, Dean wanted to know as he glanced at you.

„Yeah.“, you turned to him with a smile. „Thank you.“

He waved it off.

„I’m just glad to see you a little happier.“, he said. 

„Still. If you hadn’t persuaded me we wouldn’t be here.“, you shrugged.

The green-eyed hunter nudged you with his elbow now.

„Sometimes you have to force people to their own luck.“, he chuckled. „But it wasn’t that hard to persuade you. So don’t mention it.“

You had to laugh afterward. 

„Alright. I just appreciate it.“

Both of you went silent but it was that comfortable kind of silence, that one where you can just sit next to each other, listen to music, enjoy the view and be happy with it. For the next four hours, Dean and you switched between small talk and silence. It was like balm for your soul. Soon all your worries were soothed away and it didn’t feel like everything had been plotting against you anymore. Yes, it was like everything was going to be alright again. 

~~~

„Here it is.“, Dean said as he turned onto a dirt road.

You furrowed your brows.

„What is?“, you wanted to know.

„You‘ll see.“, he winked at you. „It won’t be long anymore.“

Like he had said you both parked near a lake ten minutes later and it was only when you got out of the car that you recognized the scenery. 

„Wait…“, astonished you stepped closer. 

You were located about 20 feet above the water level and only a few feet away from you the terrain descended quite steeply to the lake. Both this and the trees that surrounded the water resulted in the most beautiful view.

„Just as gorgeous as the last time I saw it.“, you murmured. 

For a while you kept on looking down to the water, then you turned around to Dean who was leaning against the Impala's engine hood. He was smiling at you.

„Yeah.“, he agreed. „I drove by a few weeks ago and…well I thought it would be nice to go here again.“

Captured in thoughts you just stared at him for a couple of seconds until you nodded and reciprocated the smile.

„A good idea.“, you said while you made your way over to him. „So…the sun’s still going to be up for a few hours. Let’s set up the picnic blanket.“

„Sounds good.“, Dean said and you both got to work. 

Just a few minutes later you were sitting right at the edge of where the terrain descended.

„To a less troublesome time.“, Dean held out his beer to you.

You snorted in amusement.

"Yeah, to that and to both of us.", you clinked your beer against his and took a sip.

For some time you only sat next to each other and enjoyed the sun, then the green-eyed hunter spoke up.

„We should do this more often again.“, he said.

You looked at him.

„Yeah, that would be nice.“, you smiled.

„Do you still remember the old times?“, Dean asked now.

Chuckling you drank again.

„Of course, how could I forget?“

For the next few hours, you went on and on about the past. Meanwhile, you ate the sandwiches that Dean had made, emptied a few more bottles of beer and finally the sun slowly went down.

„Beautiful.“, you whispered as you leaned your chin on your knees.

The older Winchester nodded next to you.

„Just like the last time we were here.“, he added quietly.

As he finished his sentence the memories started to fill your thoughts.

~~~

„It looks amazing.“, you said and the blonde boy who sat on your right turned his gaze to you.

„Yeah.“, he nodded while he looked back at the sunset and then again at you. „It’s…it’s beautiful.“

While he said that word his eyes were fixed on yours and you both just looked at each other for a while until Dean cleared his throat.

„But that cigarette was really nasty.“, he crinkled his nose and you laughed.

„Agreed.“, your gaze fell onto the bud you had put out next to you. „There are better things you could do during a sunset.“

With that, you had his attention. He smirked.

„For example?“, as those words left his mouth you knew exactly what he wanted you to say: A romantic kiss.

You turned red instantly and looked to the ground.

„Uh.“, you scratched your neck. „Well…uh.“

Too ashamed to say it you went quiet until you heard your friend chuckle.

„I‘m just messing with you. Don’t worry.“, Dean told you and you sighed relieved.

„Dumbass.“, you murmured and he winked at you.

You leaned back until your back hit the grass and stared up at the sky now. Silence came over you both as you watched the stars slowly appear and the sun had been long gone, when Dean spoke up again.

„You’re cold.“, he said.

„What?“, you broke out of your daze and looked at him in confusion.

„You’re cold.“, he repeated. „You’ve been shivering against me for half an hour now.“

„Oh.“, just then you noticed that he was right.

Because you had been so consumed by your thoughts you hadn’t realized how cold it had gotten and that your whole body was covered in goosebumps.

„Sorry.“, you said and heard Dean chuckle.

„Don’t apologize. Here.“, he sat up and took off his flannel. „I don’t want you to freeze to death.“

Surprised you looked at him.

„But then you’ll get cold.“, you shook your head as you objected.

„It’s alright.“, the green-eyed boy said. „I’m doing just fine.“

Doubtful you scanned his body for vibrating movements or goosebumps.

„Really.“, he insisted and rolled his eyes as you looked up. „Now take it. Please.“

„Alright.“, sighing you gave in and just as you wanted to take the flannel from Dean you both got unexpectedly close.

You hadn’t realized, that he had wanted to help you put on the item of clothing so instead of turning your back a little to him you had leaned towards him to grab the material. Just then Dean had moved closer to you to help and now only a few inches separated your faces from each other. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes met his and your heart raced in your chest. Blinking Dean seemed like he was trying to understand what had happened. 

Of course, you assumed that he would withdraw instantly, but that wasn’t the case. First, his gaze locked with yours, then he suddenly fixated on your lips. Only for a second but it nearly made your heart stop. Again he looked you in the eyes only to focus on your lips a few seconds later once again. At your eyes - on your lips - at your eyes - on your lips. Now where he was looking switched faster and faster and you felt him closing the gap slowly. 

You gulped as your throat has gotten dry but despite all of the nervousness, you didn’t turn away from Dean. Instead, you felt drawn to him. Like an invisible string was pulling you towards him and before you realized it his lips were on yours. Softly and carefully he moved them against you, then a little bolder when you reciprocated the kiss. 

It wasn’t long before you broke apart and looked at each other breathing unsteadily. You wished he would say something but he didn’t. Both of you sat quietly next to each other and five minutes later Dean got up.

„We…uh.“, he tried to find the right words. „We shouldn’t have done this. Bobby would kill me if he knew.“

Your heart shattered as he spoke these words but you stood up nevertheless. It wasn’t like you couldn’t understand him. He was right. Bobby would indeed kill him and then he would throw out the boys and fight with John and you would never ever see them aga-

No. You just couldn’t do that.

„Let’s act like this never happened.“, you joined Dean in the Impala.

„Deal.“, he said and with that the joy rides had ended. 

~~~

At least until now. 

„You alright?“, you heard Dean ask and you winced as you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

„Oh. U-uh…“, you stammered. „I just thought of…of…“

Your voice failed.

„The kiss…“, Dean completed the sentence with a whisper.

Nodding you turned your gaze away from him.

„Yes.“

Silence. 

„Me, too.“, he said after a while. „You know…“

Nervously you looked up at him.

„I…“, he breathed shakily. „I never got that kiss out of my mind.“

„Me neither.“, gulping you turned away again and sighed.

„What do you think would’ve happened if we didn’t make a deal to forget about everything?“, Dean suddenly asked.

Pondering you needed a few minutes before you answered.

„I don’t know. I remember that I had been incredibly scared that Bobby would kick you out after the kiss.“, you told him. „I thought that I might never see you again and I couldn’t risk that.“

„Me, too.“, the green-eyed hunter agreed.

„But today…“, you went on. „I don’t think he would’ve done that. Yes, he would’ve been mad as hell but…he loved you like you and Sam were his sons. Even at the beginning. So yeah, maybe it would’ve worked out nevertheless.“

Dean chuckled slightly.

„I really wish it would’ve been like that.“, his voice was barely a whisper; you nearly couldn’t understand it.

„You see.“, he got louder again. „I never got over my feelings for you.“

As he said those words it felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore.

„Never.“, he sighed and took the last sip from his third beer. „I mean, I’ve seen you nearly every day for a few years now and every time I’m with you I think to myself: „Wow. She’s gorgeous.“ Even when you’ve got blood all over you or your hair is incredibly disheveled from a good night of sleep.“

In disbelief, you stared at Dean. 

„You really still feel like that?“, you asked him.

He nodded.

„Yes.“

Exhaling loudly you rubbed your temples and closed your eyes.

„What are the possibilities?“, you chuckled quietly.

You could feel the older Winchester look at you in confusion.

„I feel the same.“, you confessed.

He cursed lightly at that.

„No, you’re joking.“, he couldn’t believe it.

„I‘m not.“, your eyes met again.

"You’ve had feelings for me for all this time?", Dean‘s hand found its way to your cheek and you leaned against it.

"Yes, always.", you smiled at him shyly.

„Fuck.“, he exhaled.

And then his lips crashed against yours. A little rough at first but much gentler afterward. Both of his hands cupped your face and your whole body started to tingle. You knew your feet would’ve given in because of this incredible sensation so you were very relieved that you were already sitting. Smiling you leaned more into the green-eyed hunter, your hands buried in his short hair.

You could feel Dean grin against your lips before he started to lean over you. Slowly he pushed you into the blanket and you arched against him. His tongue ran curiously over your lower lip until you opened your mouth slightly and let him in. Gently he nestled it against yours, then a little bolder as you gave in and the kiss became more passionate. Panting you both broke apart after a while and Dean leaned his forehead against yours.

„I wish we would’ve talked about this sooner.“, he whispered.

„Me, too.“, you said and cuddled into him after he had laid down next to you. „Still: Better now than never.“

The green-eyed hunter chuckled at that.

„For sure.“

It went silent again, but this time it was a good silence. You both were just extremely happy and it made you think of your last kiss with him, how happy you had been when he had kissed you.

This memory also reminded you of the pack of cigarettes in your pants pocket and you pulled them out.

„Remember that?“, you asked Dean.

„Cigarettes?“, he furrowed his eyebrows. „Wait? Not really? You still have them?“

Giggling you nodded.

„Yes.“

„Holy shit.“, the blonde man took one of the cigarettes in disbelief. „Well, then we should give it one more try for the old day's sake. What do you think?“

„Only if we share. I bet it’s still as horrible as before. Maybe even worse after all this time.“, you answered and so it was decided.

Dean sat up, put the cigarette between his lips and lit it with his lighter. With a disgusted look on his face, he blew out the smoke and shook his head.

„Absolutely not.“

You started to laugh and took it from him before you put it out.

„Maybe we should let it be once and for all.“, you turned to Dean again. „Let's pick up where we left off before instead. What do you say?“

„Oh hell yeah.“, and with that, his lips were on yours again.

[alyceinwonderland777]

Soul saviour

Pairing; Sylvie x Hunter D-90 (Ship name: SylD90)

Summery: The TVA is now in charge of protecting the timelines instead of destroying them and everything goes smoothly, but D-90 is tormented by the curiosity to know who he was before he was kidnapped by He Who Remains and so he goes to the only person who can give him all the answers he is looking for.

⚠️WARNING⚠️: THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS SOME SPICY CONTENTS AND THE DETAILS ABOUT D-90'S IDENTITY ARE MY HEADCANONS ABOUT HIM

Everything goes like clockwork. The TVA now does some real good and ensures the safety of the timelines. The atmosphere is less oppressive and there is finally freedom in there. Some employees decided to leave to build a new life in another timeline and come to visit from time to time, while others decided to stay and protect the multiverse. D-90 was one of those who decided to stay, but there was a doubt plaguing his mind. A doubt that made his guts twist with curiosity: Who was he before he was kidnapped by He Who Remains and recruited as a hunter? Only one person could resolve this doubt and that was Sylvie Laufeydottir, the Goddess of Mischief.

That evening he decided to go to her. He wanted to remove this doubt once and for all. He took out his TempPad and typed in the coordinates for Sylvie's timeline. The Timedoor opened and D-90 walked through it. He found himself in front of the McDonald's where Sylvie worked. Luckily it was closing, so he didn't have a chance to attract attention.

He saw Sylvie exit the fast food restaurant and approach her vehicle. At that moment D-90 approached her.

D-90: Hi Sylvie.

Sylvie turned around and recognized him immediately.

Sylvie: Oh it's you. How are you? How is it going at the base?

D-90: I'm fine, thank you. At the TVA everything goes like clockwork. As you know, we now only capture the dangerous variants of He Who Remains and work on protecting timelines rather than pruning them. Anyway, I'm here to ask you a favor. *He said*

Sylvie: What's going on? *She asked a bit concerned*

D-90 took a deep breath and spoke.

D-90: I wish you would enchant me like you did with C-20. I want to know who I was before I was turned into Hunter D-90.

There was a special glow in his eyes. His tough, impassive hunter mask was crumbling.

Sylvie: Get in.

D-90 got into the car and Sylvie started the car. After about 40 minutes they arrived at Sylvie's house. It was the classic American house with a garden, flower beds, a backyard and a garage.

Sylvie opened the door and the two entered.

Sylvie: Feel free to sit on the sofa. I will be right back.

D-90 sat on the sofa and Sylvie went to her room to change.

D-90 looked around. He had to admit that Sylvie had good taste when it came to decor. A few seconds later Sylvie returned to him. She was wearing an emerald green nightgown. D-90 smiled when he saw her. He had to admit that she was truly beautiful.

Sylvie: Can I get you something to drink?

D-90: Yes. A glass of orange juice, please.

Sylvie went to the fridge and got the juice. She poured a glass for D-90 and a glass for herself. She walked over to the sofa and gave D-90 the glass.

D-90: Thank you *He said with a smile*

Once they had finished drinking Sylvie asked D-90 the fateful question.

Sylvie: Are you ready?

D-90 took a deep breath and nodded.

Sylvie placed two fingers on D-90's temple and began to enchant him.

D-90 felt as if a hurricane had been unleashed in his brain. A wave of memories made its way into his brain. Finally everything was clear now. His real name was Brandon Williams, he was born in Scotland and moved to London at the age of 16 with his family. He was an English teacher by profession and was 28 years old when he was kidnapped by He Who Remains. Bittersweet tears fell from Brandon's eyes. Finally the doubts had stopped tormenting him. Sylvie stopped enchanting him and took his hand between her hands.

Sylvie: How do you feel?

D-9O: I've never felt better. Thank you so much, Sylvie. *He said with a tone full of gratitude*

Sylvie smiled widely. The two talked all evening about this and that and discovered that they had many things in common. From the first moment she saw him, D-90 / Brandon had immediately caught Sylvie's eye and he felt the same way about her. In the 30 years he had worked for the TVA, nothing like this had ever happened to him.

At some point their gazes crossed. Their hearts were pounding as if they were about to explode. Their lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss. They were clouded by passion. They rushed to Sylvie's bedroom and fulfilled their desire. He eagerly removed her nightgown, revealing her beautiful body. He lunged for her breasts, biting and kissing them. Sylvie moaned uncontrollably, clutching at his hair. He undressed, revealing his muscular physique. Sylvie caressed his chest, making him moan. The most primitive and wild instincts immediately took over.

Screams and moans spread through the room. They went on for two hours and at the end of it all they lay down on the bed, tired but happy. She leaned against his chest and he held her close. That night was the beginning of a strong and passionate love. That kind of love that romantic films talk about and that humans desperately seek.

[ellenchain]

Which are the preferred personal vehicles of 47, Diana, Lucas and Olivia?

I know that 47 has access to the hearse in Freelancer and while that is his brand of humor, I don't see him using it much.

I bet Lucas had a bike he drove recklessly after he escaped from the institute (misquoting B99's Hitchcock, he has nothing left to live for and drives like it). But after he got Olivia, he upgraded to a car. But I can't decide if it's funnier if he goes directly to a football mom suv or if he drives something like a muscle car and only when someone makes an offhand comment on its safety, he switches to the suv. (Hi Mr Grey. Olivia is settling in nicely. Is it true you drove her in an Impala? My husband has one as his project car and those safety ratings are terrible, I would never pick up my kids in one. .......Haha, of coirse I wouldn't either, my car's at the garage nd this is just a rental........fuck).

Diana probably has a landrover, reinforced like a small tank.

I bet Olivia drives a cute hybrid or electrical car.

47.....sleek Italian sports car? In black, of course.

oh boy how I LOVE that question! Honestly, I've been thinking about that quite a lot recently, I don't even know why, but it crossed my mind

And I like your headcanon, which I absolutely agree with! They probably all have several cars, they are rich, they can drive whatever they want. But there are one or two cars that I associate with them…

I think 47 loves cars, especially old cars. He certainly has a penchant for spending his money on classics. But an everyday car? Next to his many sports cars (e.g. Lamborghini Aventador)? Probably a rich (old) person one like a Porsche Panamera (in red because it's probably his favourite colour, I mean his tie is always red):

But I think he prefers to drive his classics. Unfortunately I don't know much about them, but he seems to love this black one in Freelancer a lot!

I can well imagine Diana in a sleek little sports car. She certainly has to get around a lot and quickly. Power woman style (but still reinforced like a small tank, as you say. She knows her enemies and how to protect herself from them). I think Diana has a lead foot on the highway (that's what we say in Germany when you drive way too fast) So why not an Audi R8 in blue? Her little show-off car

47 loves driving in it. But not so much when Diana is at the wheel (vroom vroom)

Ohhh Olivia, our cute little mouse, must have been driving around in a junk car for many years. But she values environmental protection, so she got herself a small, affordable electric car recently (after the old car died). Everyone thinks the car is ugly, but she loves her green box a lot, her Honda e:

(this car is so ugly, it's insane)

And Lucas. Oh, he probably sees cars purely as a commodity. And yes, he certainly made sure to drive a decent car in Olivia's school days so that no one would be suspicious, but I think he has several cars (despite being against capitalism). One for missions, where you get a lot in, get through every terrain, etc., probably a Dodge Ram 1500:

(I don't know much about American cars, but here in Europe these things are way too big for our streets and are more used by hunters or forestry workers because you can pack a lot onto the loading area)

He probably has a small SUV for everyday use (in the city), because the weapons have to go somewhere, right? A Dacia Duster is probably something for him - relatively cheap, yet robust, not a posh car, just an SUV:

(I'm starting to get the feeling that I am going to sell you a few cars)

BUT in the depths of his garage in Berlin he has his greatest treasure, his old Opel Corsa B in mint green:

This thing has seen a lot and is 30 years old. All doors except the driver's door can only be opened from the inside, the boot can no longer be locked properly and when you hit the gas pedal, the car only gets louder and not faster. Air conditioning: Roll down the windows manually. But he loves it with all his heart and enjoys driving around Berlin at weekends to get a Döner at his favourite Döner stand 💘

(47 only drives with Lucas in absolute emergencies in this car, which sometimes makes strange noises and the lack of insulation makes it feel like your arse is about to hit the road. 140 km/h (around 85 mph) with this car is like a death sentence, but Lucas has fun)

[y2k-aesthetic]

I am the Queen

Call me the Princess

Give the the fucking crown! already

Spent all day

Gettin’ ready

With shoes made for ballet

As I dance around my house

And I pretend to be a mouse!

I’m a mouse, lol, welcome to my house!

My little hidey hole

I don’t know

I don’t even think so

dude

don’t chase me

don’t chase me

don’t chase me to the void in the basement

(yeah)

don’t chase me

don’t chase me

never chase me downnnnnn

ooooowoooooowoooooaaaoooooooo

Let’s get it poppin’

Wooooooooooooooooah

Just wanna dance

(bitch!)

Ooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

We’re gonna throw a party

We’re gonna throw a party

Right on up into space!

Cuz it’s an

It’s an abduction baby

Woooooooooaaaoooooaaaahh

And it’s a rape!

oops but yeah

oh yeah

You dare not speak its name

yeah

oh yeah

you give it power

yeah

oh yeah

you silly billy boys

Hit the green room and sit

the fuck

DOWN

it’s time to partay

owooooooaaaoooooh

you know I need attention!

ALL EYES ON ME GUYS

ONE TWO THREE

WE POPPIN IT

OH!

WE POPPIN IT

OH!

WE POPPIN IT

OOOOWOOOOAAAOOOOOOOAAAH

Because we dance

We dance we dance!

Because we dance

We dance we dance!

We’re gonna put on a show

wink wink wink wink yeah

I’m gonna put on a show

Let’s get the party started!

I’m gonna put on a show

a show!

a show!

I’m gonna put on a show

a little play

all my girls say hey, hey, hey!

we in the club

what what what

uh

we getting drunk

and you can talk to the hand

BITCH BITCH BITCH GO

AWAY

what what

You know I said

GO

AWAY

MOM

I love you but it is

Time for me

to spread my wings and fly

You know I can get by

I just wanna fly

I wanna fly away

Have a getaway

Down in the everglades!

And visit disney!

Ohwoah

And universal!

Owoah

And maybe even Bush Gardens

Ohwoahwoahwoah

And we’ll head down to Saint Petersburg by car

Then we’ll get down and toast down at the bar

We’ll tap our drinks

we’ll tap our drinks

drinks

drinks

Wash in the sink with ya hands

and fix your lip gloss

we’re gonna put on a show!

ohwoahwoahohohoh

And when I get down and dance

Please don’t look down at their pants!

Is that a banana?

Or are you happy to see me?

(Happy to see me!)

You know I like to get sleazy and get down

and get down

And I live down underground

The Underground!

I’ll be down at my mom’s house

He’ll get his cock out

And fuck me like

I’ve never

Been fucked before

I went and laid out a trail of roses

leading to my room

Ohwoahohohoooaah

And you can come any time

Ohwoahwoahwoah

And feel the dark undertoe

oh woah woah woooaaaaaaaaaoaoah

snatch me up

snatch me up

snatch me up boy!

[clap clap]

I’m in my childhood bedroom right now

Just typing a poem on my laptop

It’s just a backdrop

To my life

And you can come any time

Ohwoahwoahwoooaaaooh

And we’ll dance in my garage

Ohwoahwoahwoooaaaaoh

Give me a nice good massage

Ohwoahwoahwoooaaoooooooaoah

And when I’m in the girls’ room

ooooaaahahwooooaaaahhhooooohhhhoh

You can park out outside

Come in the front door!

If you think you wanna dance

Then you’re my hunter!

Snatch me up and drag me deep down under!

There’s a chasm in the earth

And you’ll lift up my skirt

But first

Feed yo kids

Get some rest daddy

I love you daddy

Kiss

Kiss

Kiss!

I know you won’t ever miss

You love my lifestyle!

So I went for a walk

and then the Karens

(then the Karens)

Well, they saw what I’m wearin’

And when they thought I could dance

ohwoahwoahwaooooahh

Then they saw their husbands’ pants!

And looked the door

I need a metaphor!

They called the cops

Called the cops!

On me

On me

Cuz I was shinin’ fancy free

Fancy free

I’m Fancy Free

And when they thought I was a hooker

Ohohohooooaaawoooaah

I’m such a looker

They called the cops and then they stopped by

Stopped by

They took a lol and said “K thx bai!”

Sorry to bother you miss

I mean like, can you even believe this?

They shut me down

Shut me down

In my own damn neighborhood!

East Hill Streetwalker

I don’t even play soccer

But these feet love to move!

Move

And I wear ballet shoes

When I walk down on the street

So I have time to think

Time to think

And then I don’t even blink

Even blink

They called the cops and shoooed me home

No really though!

Imprisoned in my tower once again

Once again, for goodness’ sakes!

I can just levitate

Levitate

I got my theme song

I’ll never be wrong

And I can dance anywhere, anytime

I just wanna grove and dance!

(in my underpants. tee hee!)

And I just wanna party

Just wanna party baby

Let’s throw it down

Make a sound

Make some noise

And maybe we’ll invite some boys

Invite some boys!

And we’ll sit in my garage

And we’ll drink some siroc!

A gin and tonic baby

And I’m not even crazy

You guys just don’t understand me

Stand me

And if you could hand me

hand me

The mike!

I wanna fight!

I wanna fight!

owoowooowaaaoooaaooooon

Start a fight at the show

And I’ll see it

And I’ll see it

I wanna be it!

Those toxic men can suck their own cocks

We’re sick of their shit

For goodness’ sake take a breath

A breather

Wooaaoohohohohoh

And hit the basement!

And the living room

And the dining room

Maybe even the sun porch

Ohohohohwoahoh

As you can see, my room has a horse

A horse

Actually several

They’re kinda metal

Boys like fast cars

Women love a horse!

Of course! Of course!

If you believe it

Well then you’ve just got to see it

And you can come and drop by

Any time!

(any time!)

See you in late july!

(late july!)

We’ll sit out on the porch

of course

woahohohohohoh

And have some coffee and cake

Woahohohohohoh

And watch a bitch levitate!

Woahohohohohoh

Come check out my outfit!

Check out my oufit!

Come see this skirt!

See, I’m an aesthete

I’m an aesthete

And I can’t be beat

at all

woahohohohohoh

And when I strut my stuff

It’ll never be enough

For the boys

To even wanna stop

Let’s do it baby!

Let’s do it ladies!

Let’s start the chain!

Let’s start the train!

WE ARE WITCHES!!!

(We’re not witches!)

We are not bitches

are not bitches!

See, we can be really sweet

So get me something to eat

Cuz I need a sweet treat

Woahohohohohoh

Take me out to eat

Get me a glass of wine

Thats sounds hella fine

And you can talk to me

Tell me your story, see if we vibe

See if we vibe

And then I met Mike!

And he felt just right!

I’m not alone anymore

Woahohohoh

The product of eternal girlrot

Woahohohohohoh

Down so deep beneath the earth

Beneath the earth!

The earth!

I stretch my roots down like a tree

Like a tree baby

And I read all I can see

That I can see baby!

I’m constantly reading

And not ever eating

And I think that’s okay!

Ohohohohwoahohoh

I eat like a bird

But that’s okay

That’s okay

I’m gonna be nourished

And hydrated

And I think that my phone just vibrated

Maybe it’s my guy

Take me to the sky!

And I just have a great message you guys

I AM THE EARTH

THE SEA

I’M ME

I’M ME MYSELF

COME ASK FOR HELP!

I’M HERE TO HELP ALL THE FOLX

AND FIX PROBLEMS!

AND I GATHERED UP KNOWLEDGE

IN THE LIBRARY

AND IN MY PHONE

LIBGEN.IS

SHOUT OUT

SHOUT OUT

AND THEN ZLIBRARY

IF YOU GUYS WANNA VIBE WITH ME

THEN COME GET ME TONIGHT!!

AND COME ABDUCT ME!

Abduct Persephone

Persephone

Then you will see

You will see

You will see

Got such boss bitch energy

Ohwoahwoahwoahohoh

I came from the basement

ohwoahwoahwoahohoh

I got a corset with a lacement

Oh woahwoahwoahwoahwoah

I got a snatched waist

And a cute face

And long lean legs

And a tight little butt

And a cosmic space pussy!

Trained in neuroenticement

Neuroenticement

See, I’ll do it just right bitch

just right bitch

This is my anthem

Ohwoahwoahwoahohoh

My manifesto

It’s got some zest tho!

So hear me out

Widen the streets!

I got bad bitch energy

Dark femininity

And I just came her to sing

Came here to sing

I can’t hear my phone ring lol

Phone ring lol

And I look like a fuckdoll!

Lmao!

And I don’t even know how

I achieved it

Beauty. Grace. All up in you face!

In yo face

Face

Face

And you see, I’m wearing lace

Lace

Lace

Lace

I’ll make them dudes levitate

So don’t even hesitate

You got my socials baby

So call me maybe

We gonna get

The night

The party

The vibe

STARTYED STARTED!

COME ON LET’S GET IT STARTED!

My bro made Cleanly Joes

And I’m ready to go!

I got one thing on my mind

Ohwoahwoahwoahohoh

I am Odette and Odile

A Disney Princess

Princess!

Ohwoahwoahohohoh

Yeah, see, I’m Daddy’s little princess

Princess

And I’m his princess now

And you all know how!

And he can come anytime ;)

And because we vibe

And he loves me

You see, he is the guy that gets to fuck me

He won!

Woahohohohohoh

Y’all should be more like lhim

Like him!

And it’s sink or swim

I’M GONNA SAVE THE WORLD TONIGHT

woahohohohohoh

I’m gonna put a show

Ohohohohohoh

And I got a whole ass shpeil

Gonna turn the wheel

We gonna stop time

Stop time

STOP TIME!

And we’re ready go in 3 2 1, Live!

And now we;’re live

And I’ll wear a disguise!

Raise the curtain baby

Cuz

We

Are

Live!!!

And I got such energy

Energy

So what’s it like to be me, to be me?

Well, it’s a hell of a road

And rocky

But they’re never gonna fucking stop me

I clawed my way

My way

Out of the dirt

And often it hurt,

Ohwoahwoahwoahwoahwoah

But I like the pain wink wink

And as I start the chain

And I dig right in

And go for a swim

So hit the highway!

Hit the highway!

Unless you do it my way

MY WAY!

And I got such energy

energy

hang on, gotta use the bathroom lol

and put on a shawl!

I’m bedecked in finery

They all wanna cry with me

I’ll make you smile

Make you smile

Just for a while

For a little while

You can be happy

And content

And you can truly be free

COME FREE YOSELVES!

Humanity

And I got such energy

I LOVE YOU ALL!

I’m not a sponge for hate

and your anger

And it often turned out I was in danger

Of being bit

By a snake

By a sneaky snake!

Cuz he’s a snake in the grass

And he saw me

And he wanted my ass!

He coveted me as his own, you see.

Aredthel and Eol

But it then got old

And so I done up and left, and has his baby!

But baby don’t worry, it’s all gravy!

All gravy baby!

It’s wavy!

I know who I am

And what I’m about

I am my only friend

And my only foe

And I know how to love myself tonight

And my soul and my body feel just right

Come get me

And take me home to the umderworld

I’ll reign as your queen

And we’ll live unseen

Beneath the ground, where shadows abound

And we’ll dance to the silent sound.

Please daddy snatch me

Know you can catch me

With your big strong arms

In your bougie white car

Gonna make me a star

Make me a star

AND RAPE ME

DESECRATE MY IN MY BED AND

PLUCK THAT FLOWER RIGHT OUT OF MY BODY

AND DADDY, YOU KNOW THAT I’VE BEEN VERY NAUGHTY

I’M A SPOILED BRAT, YOU SEE

GOT THAT BAD BITCH ENERGY

DADDY KNOWS WHAT TO DO

HE WILL CARRY ME TO MY ROOM

TO MY ROOM

IN THE BASEMENT

THE UNDERWORLD

YOU KNOW WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN GIRLS!

SO K THX BYE!

KAY THX BYE!

FOR JUST A WHILE, TTYL!

I’M NOT LONGER IN HELL

TAKE MY HAND BECAUSE

I’LL DRAG YOU OUT OF HELL

FOREVER

CUZ I LOVE YOU

I LOVE HUMANITY

THE EARTH

AND SPACE!

SO TAKE MY HAND AND I PROMISE

YOU’LL UNDERTAND

WHAT I’M ABOUT

AND I JUST WANNA SHOUT

I AM

THE AVATAR

THE AVATARA

KALKETTE

A SAUCY COQUETTE

IN MY SCHOOLGIRL SKIRT

PLATINUM BLONDE

I’M GONNA ROCK THE WORLD TONIGHT

AND I WILL SAVE YOU ALL

I’LL SAVE HUMANITY

AND I WILL SAVE THE EARTH ONCE MORE FOREVER!!!

GOT THAT BAD BITCH ENERGY!

I’M THE DIVINE FEMININE

I JUST WANNA SHOW YA

I AM EMILIE ANNE

AND I AM KORE

KHTHONIA

THE MAIDEN OF THE UNDERWORLD

AND I ASCENDED TO EARTH

TO START THE SHOW!

[storiesat3am]

Master list

Coming soon!

Supernatural

Dean x reader

The mystery girl:The mystery girl. Yn is a nephelam who got captured by demon on a hunt. She is 20, unaware of her powers and abilities and unaware of her abilities. She had meet the Winchesters before and have a close relationship with both but closer with the eldest. She had a crush on him before but she wasn't expecting for them both to get a surprise, to find one another and to be rescued by the brothers. The brothers didn't expect to find someone else on the case or rescuing a girl who doesn't even remember them and they know her name but memories for the 3 become fuzzy after a moment and only ppl who remember each other are the brothers. and they need to find out what's going on and who this girl is.

Warning: fluff/angst/smut/violence/cursing/drinking/blood

An Angel: he feel for a girl who just walked into his life one day when cas couldn't show she was sent and he couldn't help but want her around just as much if not more then cas. She feel for him to bit being. Angel she wasn't allowed to show anything of the such one night she heard dean calling for her only to be garaged with a other type of need

Warning:smut/fluff

Please: dean and y/n have to been together for year and this last hunt almost took her life y/n was injured badly as tho they still had a fight as sam tried to fix her um things only got worse days later of deans sharp painful words ring threw her like dangers of a angel radio and had locked the bathroom door while sam and dean where out or so she belived

Warning: Angst/fluff/ mentions of self harm/yelling/violence/drinking/cursing/mocking

Sam x reader

Hazel eyes: those green hazel eyes staring at you across the room from a party the green so bright his eyes soft you meet at a party you where on a hunt he was just a normal person there at the time you two talked and you forgot about the case and feel in love with a hunter who wants a normal life and you wanted it to

Warning:fluff just fluff.

I do: you and sam have been dating for years hunting with dean and he finally decided to ask you to marry him dean thought it was. Joke or another hunt gone wrong with you two he soon realized it was very real when you two decide to try to take a vacation only lasting short time

Warning: fluff/smut

Sammy: hunt gone wrong while you Teo where hunting without dean you got into a fight and so you ended up hurt when dean got the call the two got into a fight Dean saw u as a little sister and they quick went from yelling to sam pushing dean around to there where on the floor fighting while you layer on the bed in pain unable to use your voice.

Warning:smut/fluff/angst/yelling/crying/blood

A group: you , sam , dean on a hunt together but you split up you and sam get pushed to one side while dean took the other you both quickly forgotten the case and thought about a different case

Warning:fluff/smut

Castiel x reader

Just a girl:

Warning:fluff

No angel:

Warning: smut/angst/fluff/ body insecurities

Blue eyes:

Warning:smut

Demons:

Warning: smut/angst/fluff/ violence/blood/ cursing

Gabe x reader

Angles:

Warning: smut

Secrets:

Warning: fluff/angst

Tricks:

Warning: smut/fluff

Blood:

Warning:motion of self harm/angst/ yelling/ cursing/ depression/anxiety/fluff eventually

Request are welcomed!

Actors

Secret Lovers:Jensen has been keeping this relationship under cover because he wasn't sure how the public would react to this relationship to someone only a year younger then his self. He loved her to much to ever think of her being hurt. She found it annoying they couldn't go out like a normal couple. She got annoyed they couldn't do anything normal and she felt hidden when he is on call. She had to stay quite as much as Jensen wanted to so all the things with her. One day she got annoyed and decided to say something to him leading to a small fight.

Jensen x reader

Warning:smut/fluff/maybe some angst

Angel or Demon: he meet a girl on a case seemed like a angle but the mind of a killer skilled as a demon is to torture. He didn't know what she was. He had seen the un human powers she had shown he thought she was like him slowly finding out more she wasn't anything close to human she was a close make to God and he realized the person he loved was a goddess in all lore.

Warning: smut/fluff/angst

Samxreader

CowGirl- born in a pure country area close to Texas you grew up ridding horses and when you heard someone would be coming to your horse farm for a show you where interested and so you meet Jared and told you about his show and his long standing carer of acting leaving some darker sides of his life out he didn't know would come to haunt him sooner then he thought

Jared× reader

Warning:fluff/smut/angst

[infoglitch]

Nexus: ogre slayer. [1/2]

(oh hey look glitches back uploading more of his original work. Well actually it's kind of obvious that I would considering I don't just do Rwby though I am a fan of it considering the fact that I'm making a rewrite. Anyway enjoy these three pages that have all been merged into one.

[Season 1] "ogre beasts?"

After awhile Xander and Johnson headed back to their rides.

"So wait that thing was a uh..." Johnson said trying to remember it's name classification.

"Ogre beast." Xander added. "Ogre beast right duh and what are they actually?" Johnson asked. Xander sighed.

"Okay I can't explain all of your questions but I know a place where they can be answered so get on your ride and follow me" Xander spoke calmly. Johnson noded and they got in their rides, xander having a three wheel motor bike, and Johnson has his motorcycle.

They drove off. As they drove Johnson started noticing more of the city that wasn't just all skyscrapers and buildings there was also some, wildlife? Not only that, there were multiple parks with massive trees but also a lot of other plant life probably wouldn't be surprising if he find more than just raccoons roaming around the streets.

As they continue driving they stopped at a giant building with a glass dome for a roof. The outer walls shape the building into the shape of a violet's bud. It was actually rather beautiful just looking at the building.

"I present the hunter foundation one of many foundations that are all part of a something much bigger and other fancy stuff." Xander said pointing at the beautiful building. Johnson just stared in awe of it.

"Well anyway come on apparently I'm going to have to take you on a tour of the building" Xander continued as he started towards the front door then realize Johnson was still looking at the building and then promptly walked back to drag him to the front door.

When they enter they saw many people with different outfits and weapons on them, not surprising there being weapons cuz this is the "hunter foundation".

As they walked there was a giant boom and everyone in the building looked to see smoke coming from a hall as a male covered in ashes walked out trying to dust himself off with his hands.

"God dammit another Mech blew up" the male said as he got the ashes off, his Cobalt jacket showing more now after getting dusted and the male had silver hair with a similar cobalt eyes.

"You good jay bird?" One of the hunters said. "Does it look like I'm good?!" The male known as Jay retorted.

"Hey bolt!" Xander said catching jays attention, he walked over to xander "sup green bean" jay said shaking Xanders hands.

"Hey uh I got a newbie here and he has no idea what ogre beasts are" Xander said gesturing to Johnson.

Jay noded. He then looked at Johnson and started to inspect him. "Uh what is he doing?" Johnson said. "Doing a pat down. Making sure you ain't going to do something risky" Xander replied.

"Oh" Johnson spoke then jay started patting up his chest. "So....your in the clear, also one how old are you, need to make sure this doesn't come off as illegal" jay said.

"17" Johnson simply said, "oh so your younger than me and xandy boy" jay responded.

"Wait... Xanders older than me?" Johnson said slightly surprised. "Yes I am, just because I'm shorter and look younger doesn't mean I am younger." Xander spoke putting his hands on his hips.

"Wow" Johnson replied, "ok two weird question, you gay?" Jay asked which threw Johnson for a loop. "Uh I'm straight.... Why you ask" Johnson said confused.

"Just making sure you didn't enjoy the pat down~" jay said pretending to flirt and Johnson was not into it.

"Personal space please" Johnson said and jay backed off. "Sorry" jay said, Xander just chuckled at this.

Jay, Xander, and Johnson then went down a hallway and entered what Johnson assumed to be Jays mech garage.

Then again with giant mechanical body parts scattered around the damn place it'd be kind of dumb to not assume that this was a Mech building garage because it was already obvious that this is a mech building garage.

"So what are we here for Xander?" Johnson asked. "You were wondering what the hell ogre beast are remember?" Xander said.

Johnson did a "oh" and then noded. Jay then pulled out a computer and set it on one of his many tables that were just limbs of a mech. Jay opened up the computer and logged in.

Johnson simply tilted his head confused as Jay check some tabs and then closed his computer. "Was that for the ogre Beast thing?" Johnson asked, "no I just looked up a grilled cheese recipe" jay answered with Johnson just staring blankly.

"Anyway to explain ogre beasts is pretty simple basically there's this thing called the ogre virus no one knows who created it nor why it was created. All we know is that it causes a genetic mutation inside of animals causing them to mutate and get bigger and more violent" jay spoke as he fiddled with some thing.

"And it's up to people like me and Jay to hunt these fuglies down and do the good old 'off with their head' treatment" Xander added. "Wait if it's that simple why didn't you just explain it to me" Johnson asked again still confused.

"Well that's just the abridged answer to actually explain it is to go on a scientific blah stuff" Xander answered as Jay face palmed.

"Well since that's all you came here for I'll see you off unless-" jay said then looked at Johnson, "you want to see my builds cutie~" he flirted. "Once again I'm 17" Johnson said bluntly as he backed away.

Jay chuckled as Johnson and Xander left. The two entered the mess hall and sat down at a table.

"So...." Xander spoke as if he was about to ask something. Johnson looked at him "I know we just explained to you in The abridged version of what ogre beast are but uh you want to join?" Xander ask trying not to sound stupid as FuCk.

Johnson just stared.....

And stared

And stared

Xander face palmed and groaned "just answer the question" he spoke. Johnson noded "yeah... Wait does this job pay?" Johnson asked. Xander just looked at him "ya fight giant fucking monsters why would you not get paid?!" He shouted.

"Well you know just seemed like all those cartoons I watched as a tween." Johnson answered. "your a dumbass" Xander groaned out.

10 days later.

It had been awhile since Johnson joined Xander, And he learned some interesting things like for instance.

"WAIT HELL IS REAL?!" Johnson shouted at the revelation that not only ogre beasts exist but HELL ITSELF DOES ASWELL! "Yep sadly it does though you're not at a high enough rank to go there" Xander said as Johnson sighed in relief.

"Now how about some practice! I've been itching to see what you can do with that new sword ya got there" xander continued pointing at Johnson unconventional sword.

Johnson pulled it off his back the blade was thin but big and it had a strange blue glint to it. "I call it gante I had the blacksmith design specifically for me in mind" Johnson said grining.

Continuing with the appearance the reason why it was so unconventional was because the weapon itself was a two-handed saber with the blade looking like it had a razor pattern. You'd think it be breakable but it's not.

The metal was combination of titanium and surprisingly quartz aswell as some iron.

Eventually we see Xander and Johnson head to a field of red and green? roses. Once they arrived Johnson took a stance and prepared gante. Xander unsheathed his blade.

"I am xander oakgreen the emerald tide! Me and my gree gunto will smite your existence" Xander spoke as he and Johnson stared each other down.

"Well if we doing that then I'll introduce myself" Johnson said before cleaning his throat "I am Johnson purgatorio red! I am son of Nora red and Alexander red" he announced and something appeared to click in Xanders head.

Xander then shook his head and got in fighting stance legs wide swords tip facing Johnson and blade beside Xanders head, the tether was detached from the blade.

Johnson did some what the same stance except the blade was pointing up.

They stood there waiting for who would make the first move. Johnson noticed the fault in his stance and realized something.

Johnson smirked as he then rushed forward as Xander got ready, and when Johnson was just close enough xander struck the hilt of his sword, Johnson however placed the flat side of his sword on top of his head and back, his blade blocking the strike from Xanders sword.

Johnson let go of his sword and grabbed onto Xanders legs and used his entire weight to push him off balance, Xander then fell backwards.

Johnson got up and went to get gante but Xander got up and dragged him back, Johnson stumbled back as Xander got into a boxing stance.

When Johnson noticed he got hunched over as if kneeling. Xander did a small "ha" before Johnson sprang at him and tackled him.

Johnson after tackling Xander pinned him to the ground by bringing his left knee and right arm together and holding them tight.

Xander after squirming gave in and tapped Johnson shoulder. He let go and got off the brunette letting him catch his breath.

"God damn where the hell you learned that?!" Xander asked panting. "Uh I guess with my brother" Johnson said.

"Bullshit!" Xander shouted which startled Johnson, "I know you must have had some kind of training because one I finally know why your last name was familiar and two no body can wrestle like that by just wrestling with their bro" he continued.

"Wait how is my last name familiar" Johnson asked as Xander groaned and goes to a mail bin of an abandoned building, he walked backed to Johnson and opened the news paper and showed him a article about a Alexander re- wait.

THAT WAS JOHNSONS POPS!

"WAIT THATS MY OLD MAN!" Johnson voiced in utter shock as Xander covered his ears. "Maybe don't shout to the heavens please" Xander said irritated.

"Sorry, but I knew my dad was rich and all but not famous rich." Johnson spoke. "Well my amigo he is and you are son of the dude." Xander said as he wrapped his arm around the boys neck.

"Well anyway that was some good practice" Xander said, "you mean your ass getting handed to you gourmet style?" Johnson said smirking as Xander turned red with annoyance.

"Ha, ha, shut up ya toddler, atleast I get bitches." Xander said, "I highly doubt any of that" Johnson retorted. As they went to their places to stay.

[motherofdragonflies]

A Very Prompty Christmas Day 14: Tree Farm

Silence filled the car, thick and awkward.

Dean’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly he heard the leather squeak under his hands, and he forced himself to relax. Out of habit, Dean flicked his eyes up to the rear vision mirror and felt his heart leap and hope wash over him. Serious blue eyes stared back at him and for a second, just a second, Dean thought…

Then he blinked, and the hope was gone, leaving an aching chasm in his chest that had him gripping the steering wheel tightly again, letting the sharp pain ground him. He was in the Impala. Bobby was slouched in the passenger seat next to him, eyes fixed on the road ahead, while Sam, Eileen and Jack were squished together in the back.

Jack. Not Cas.

Door number thirteen on the calendar had opened that morning revealing a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. When Jack had tentatively asked if they could get a tree for the Bunker, Eileen had brought up a tree farm that she had found in Nelson, Nebraska and offered to take Jack to pick out a tree. Sam had immediately decided to go with him, and kicked Dean in the shins under the table far harder than he needed to until Dean reluctantly offered to drive them. 

When they’d passed Bobby on the way down to the garage, the grizzly old hunter had started reminiscing about taking his boy, Daniel, out into the woods to cut down their Christmas tree when Daniel had been younger, and Bobby had looked so lost for a second, so sad, that Dean had found himself asking the older man to join them.

So here they all were, on a road trip to find a Christmas tree, one big happy not-quite family.

Dean would never admit it, but he was glad that Bobby had agreed to come with them. Christmas trees hadn’t featured very heavily in Winchester Christmases of yore, and those trees they did have were scrawny, half-dead things that had been sitting in buckets along the front of a gas station. Dean wasn’t entirely sure he knew what a “good” Christmas tree looked like, or what to do with it when he found it. When Dean strode out into the woods with something sharp in his hand, he wasn’t going to cut down trees, and he was quite happy to let Bobby take the lead on this one.

He also (selfishly) was glad that Bobby had agreed to accompany them because Bobby liked Jack, and the feeling was mutual. Things between Dean and Jack were still strained. Dean had double (and triple) checked the Impala and had satisfied himself that no harm had been done with Jack transfigured her into a four-horse sleigh before finding the boy and stumbling his way through an apology. Jack had been cowed, expecting a verbal assault and no doubt believing he deserved it, and Dean had a horrible out-of-body experience, where he knew he was standing over Jack, who was seated on his bed in his room in the Bunker, but he was also sitting on a bed in a nondescript hotel in Bumfuck, Who-Knows-Where, head bowed as John Winchester gave him a tongue lashing that Dean knew, deep down, he didn’t deserve. 

He’d mumbled something about “respecting other people’s property”, and “don’t do it again” and had hurried from the room, the sins of his father chasing him down the hall, once again wishing that Cas was there because Cas would know what to say to Jack. 

Cas couldn’t be there, but Bobby was there, and Bobby and Jack had a great relationship. Dean shook his head to himself, somewhat ashamed that once again, a Winchester father was making Bobby Singer clean up his parenting mistakes. At least Dean knew he’d fucked up, he supposed. Baby steps.

The tree farm was beautiful. Dean drove down a long private road to a parking area in front of a large red barn. It was cliche but effective: the red of the large building was striking against the sea of white with rows and rows of green spruce, pine and fir trees dusted in snow. 

He followed behind the group as Bobby led the way through the barn to the farm. 

“Alright, boy,” Bobby said, clapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “What kinda tree do you want?”

Jack turned to look at Dean questioningly, and then seemed to think better of it and looked over at Sam instead. Sam shook his head and shrugged, as out of his depth as Dean was, and Jack turned back to Bobby.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Well. I’ve always been partial to spruce trees, but pine trees’re easy to decorate so why don’t we start there,” Bobby said, pointing in the direction of the pine trees. Sam and Eileen followed behind, Eileen winding an arm around Sam’s and leaning into his side, leaving Dean to bring up the rear.

He hunched deeper into his coat, listening as Bobby explained to Jack all the relative merits of each tree that they passed, discussing where in the Bunker they were going to put it up (“Gotta make sure the size matches the room. This one’d look good in the library, while this one…see how small it is? It’d get lost in the library, but it’d stand out in the kitchen. See what I’m saying?”). Jack’s cheeks were chapped red from the cold wind but his face was lit up, even as he pretended to seriously consider each tree they passed.

As they walked, Dean looked around him, watching all the families wandering up and down the paths, children darting out from between the trees, and wondered what they thought when they looked over at Dean and the others. Did they see a family, out for the day? Grandfather and grandson, mother and father, with the weird uncle trailing awkwardly behind them? 

“This one!”

Dean dragged his attention back in time to see Jack standing next to a tall fir tree, a look of satisfaction on his face. Bobby grabbed one of the branches and examined the needles, bent down to examine the trunk of the tree (“gotta make sure there’re no critters livin’ in it ‘fore we cut it down”) and eventually pronounced that Jack had picked a good one before brandishing the saw and harvesting the tree, snapping at Dean, “those arms o’ yours painted on? Get over here and make yourself useful.”

Tree cut, Dean and Jack carefully dragged it back towards the barn at the top of the farm, where a cheerful young woman measured the tree before asking if they wanted the tree baled. When Dean immediately agreed (they did have to drive back to Kansas, after all: the whole trip would be worthless if they got back to the Bunker and all the needles had been stripped from the branches by the wind) the tree was shaken on what to Dean looked like the Christmas tree equivalent of the Magic Fingers, then run through a baler, coming out wrapped in pine. Sam, Dean and Bobby wrestled the wrapped tree out to the Impala, where Dean stared in horror as he realised that the tree was going to have to the strapped to Baby while Bobby calmly walked to the trunk and pulled out several blankets that he flung over the roof the Impala before ordering Sam and Dean to lift the tree on top. 

Paintwork protected and tree secured, the men returned to the barn to find Jack and Eileen, who were in serious discussion of Christmas decorations in the gift store. Catching Eileen’s eye, Sam made a few hesitant signs and then nodded when Eileen returned his signs with a flurry of her own. “Eileen says to give them a few more minutes. She suggested we get some hot chocolate for them while we wait,” Sam said, and all three of them grimaced.

Five cups of hot chocolate later, three with marshmallows and lashings of whipped cream and sprinkles, one with a nip of whiskey, the Winchester/Singer/Leahy/Kline party made their way back to the Impala. 

As the others hurried to get into the Impala and out of the cold air, Dean held Jack back. “Did you, uh, did you have a good time?” he asked.

Jack’s eyes searched Dean’s face for a moment, and then he smiled and gave a firm nod. “I did. Bobby knows a lot about Christmas trees. And Eileen said that she would help me decorate.” He hesitated for a moment. “Thank you. For driving us out here. I know you didn’t want to do that.”

The urge to deny, to argue and say ‘of course I wanted to,” rose immediately, but Dean quashed it. Jack would know that he was lying, and it would be far better to admit that than to get defensive. 

“I’m glad I did,” he said, surprised that he was being honest. “I just wish your dad could’ve been here too. I think he would’ve really liked it here.”

Jack looked back at the barn and the forest of trees and smiled. “I think he would have too,” he agreed.

“C’mon,” Dean said slinging an arm around Jack and hugging him tight. “Let’s get this tree home.” 

~

Come back tomorrow for Day 15: Decorations!

Day One: Advent Calendar

Day Two: Tinsel

Day Three: Ribbon

Day Four: Shopping

Day Five: Ugly Sweater

Day Six: Candy Canes

Day Seven: Christmas Spirit

Day Eight: Mistletoe

Day Nine: Gingerbread

Day Ten: Eggnog

Day Eleven: Naughty or Nice

Day Twelve: Snow

Day Thirteen: Sleigh Ride

[boomiburst]

    “But I have never fought a dragon before, doctor,” Neil said to Esper with embarrassment written on his face. So much for calling himself a dragon hunter.

  “You wouldn’t have to.” He hoped. “She wouldn’t hurt you.” 

   Niel let out a frustrated sigh. This was what he got for trying to help. He got a glimpse at his wobbly reflection on the energy detector– a small box made of steel that Esper carried with him back and forth from his house to the laboratory everyday. Until three days ago. The detector had found its resting place in a corner of the laboratory.

   Esper sunk into a chair beside him. His eyes were cast downwards, a small frown on his face. 

   “Dr. Esper, I think you should stop sighing and maybe focus on reversing the results.” Even though he didn’t appreciate the scientist wanting him to risk his life for a dragon, he was still worried about him. 

   “You would understand if you had a daughter.” 

   “Dr. Esper–” 

   “Go.” He waved Neil off with a hand he struggled to lift. With a sigh, he placed his heavy head on the table, his eyes staring into nothing.

   Niel left the laboratory without looking back, closing the steel door behind him. Standing outside with his hands on his hips, he cursed. He had to find the dragon girl and act as her knight until she got her human form back– which, considering Esper’s current state, seemed impossible.

  There was yet another problem. Niel had seen dragons up close few times. He had touched two of them; one had sent him flying onto the wall with its wing, the other almost blew fire on him. He would have fainted when he heard he was graduating, if it wasn’t for his professors making it clear that he had scored high in anatomy class.

   He made his way to the garage attached to the laboratory. Lifting the shutter up, he peeked inside. He was expecting the dragon to plunge at him. Yet, he was greeted with darkness. He turned on the flashlight of his phone, directing it into the pitch black garage. 

   The beam landed on a hooded eye, the yellow of the pupil almost a glow against the dark green of its eyelid. Niel noted the displeasure in the eye at the sight of him. It hadn’t changed even after her form did. 

   Niel took a cautious step inside, the flashlight providing little reassurance to what he expected. He didn’t back out when the dragon’s head snapped up. With tiny steps, he closed the distance between them.

   The dragon crawled into a comfy position, keeping it’s eyes on him. 

   Niel cleared his throat; whether to break the silence or hide his own nervousness, he didn’t know. “Esper wants me to protect you.”

   He could almost picture the dragon rolling its eyes. She didn’t let even a growl leave her pesky mouth. Niel knew how to speak dragon. But he didn’t want to embarrass himself any further if she suddenly started speaking English to him. 

   “At least be grateful he didn’t turn into a goldfish.” He smirked. “You’d be stuck in a bowl for the rest of your life. But I’d come to visit you everyday.”

   This time, the dragon bared its teeth, trying but failing to get some fire out of her lungs. Her father had failed to turn her into a proper dragon; she wasn’t a human anymore, but she wasn’t a dragon either. She used to have pride in her ability to shift back and forth between animals and her own form. Now she was stuck in dragon skin for who knew how long.

   She lifted one of her tiny hands behind a wing, pressing a button hidden beneath it.

   A robotic voice came through an invisible speaker. “I could break your bones.”

   Niel knew that it wasn’t just a thought that escaped her. It was technically true. Helen could kill him in her human form if she wanted.

   “What’s with the weird voice?” He asked. “Trying to mimic your father’s little devices?”

   “Stop bothering me with small talk.”

   He grinned. “Aw, I’m just keeping you company. Besides, I’m the one who's going to be ‘protecting’ you.”

   She wanted to slap the smug look off his face. “You could’ve said I was volunteering to become a dragon.”

   “I didn’t know that was his experiment.” It was the truth. Niel had helped provide Esper with knowledge about dragons. He told him everything he learned in school; how they walk, how they breathe. They had begun to be friends, yet Esper never told him what the project he was working on was.

   Niel sat on the floor beside the dragon. He felt bad for both of them. Esper was regretting his choice of his daughter as a volunteer, even if he knew she was the only choice he had. Helen always despised Niel, but her anger grew when she found out that he had helped her father with the experiment.

   Inside her dragon head, Helen couldn’t help the emotions that swirled like a typhoon in her. She had stopped talking to her father. She tucked herself under her wings whenever he visited her in the garage. He had locked her in, taken away her freedom. 

   “Why can’t father fix the mistake? If at all it ever was a mistake?”

   “You think he did it on purpose?” 

   The dragon head dropped low. What else was she supposed to think? Her father had taken advantage of her shapeshifting ability to try his experiment. And now he was blaming himself for it. The pieces didn’t match up.

   Niel felt the floor heat up under his hand. His eyes widened when he saw Helen’s tears dripping from her closed eyes, hitting the ground as boiling hot droplets. He pulled his hand away before a teardrop touched his skin, smoke radiating from where it had met the floor. 

   “Hey, no, no, don't cry…” He jumped to his feet, trying to avoid her tears from falling on him.

   The dragon flapped its wings, rising up to its full height. The garage door was left open, and she could fly out without Niel getting in the way. She dried her tears and took off, leaving him staring after her.

   “No! Wait!” He tried to run after him. There went his responsibility, flying towards who knew where. Esper would give him a really hard time if he found out she had run away. He couldn’t hide the concern of real dragons finding her. It was time to be an actual dragon hunter.

“Let me make this perfectly clear. You are not saving my daughter from a dragon. She IS a dragon. You are going to protect her and keep her company until she learns how to control her magic.”

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 505, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1112

A few days passed by an before I knew it, it was New Years Eve.

I had dressed myself in warm thermals, black jeans, a deep hunter green sweater, and my favorite black leather jacket. My jewelry was my engagement and wedding ring, the family birthstone necklace and the memorial bracelet for Baby Violet Marie.

When the kids had stampeded back downstairs again, I smiled. Elizabeth and Katie were wearing black fleece lined jeans, their heavily modified vintage Type O Negative t-shirts, jackets and winter accessories. Elle and Jing were dressed like their girls, and Baby Tommy was a mini Peter Steele in his green t-shirt that was a bit too short for the chubby little man, black jeans and little black and white baby Converses shoes. His little dollie friend also wore a mini Type O Negative concert t-shirt, much like his big sisters’ mini me dolls.

“We’re ready, mommy!” Katie cheered as my husband stomped down the stairs, tugging his trademark green t-shirt down his burly front, his leather jacket in hand and a green newsboy cap over his freshly dyed black hair.

“Okay, let’s go!” he urged them herding the cluster of little humans down to the back door that led down into the garage, grabbing his wallet and car keys from the sideboard as he passed by. I endcapped the group, turning off the lights and closing the doors as I passed by.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he murmured, lifting me up and settling me into the passenger seat, stepping into my personal bubble and wrapping his arms snug around me.

“Five more days until we can start actively trying for Baby Ratajczyk 2.0,” I giggled, pressing a quick little kiss to the underside of his strong jaw.

“Jesus Christ-” he wheezed as he shut my door and then looped around to the driver’s side. “You are going to be the literal death of me, woman.”

“Only for you?” I teased him, letting out a bark of laughter when he shot me his bedroom eyes.

“Only for me,” he acknowledged, smoothly pulling out from the garage. “Now shut up- I need to drive.”

~xoXox~

I smiled as I watched Peter from the reserved booth that was set aside for the family. When we had arrived, the owner of the Rat’s Belly had come out from the office in the back room, helped us with our wrists bands and then showed us to where we would be sitting, apologizing for the lack of backstage area. Indeed, the staging area consisted of just a wooden platform stage with no wings or a backstage area.

Once again, my strong, handsome older husband wore our son on his back in a cradleboard papoose, the gleeful little man happily holding back his father’s hair as he added his own thoughts into the microphone from time to time.

I sat in the booth with Elizabeth and Elle on one side and Katie and Jing on my other side, the three of us picking at an enormous basket of fries. Elizabeth was hard at work, working on a new idea for her YouTube channel and Katie was hand embroidering a t-shirt with delicate flowers and vines. From time to time, Type O Negative fans would recognize us and wander over to strike up a conversation.

Elizabeth was thrilled when a young woman with electric green hair dropped that she played the harp, and the two musicians turned away to chatter each other’s ears off about random subjects. Katie kept to herself mostly, only speaking when spoken to and eating French fries from time to time.

I noticed a young woman, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old, cradling a tiny bundle, which I only recognized as being a sleeping baby before she whispered something to the man in front of her, passing off the baby and then watching as the little baby began to crowd surf up to the front where Peter was strumming his bass and crooning into the microphone.

The crowd went nuts as the baby reached Peter, who scooped her up from the crowd. He removed his bass guitar and excused himself, bounding down from the stage and coming back over towards me with a tight smile on his face.

“Sweetheart, can you please handle the baby for me until intermission?” he begged me, handing over the quietly napping little lady and then returning back onstage to resume the small, one night concert.

I took the tiny baby girl from him and was immediately greeted with itty bitty fingers latching onto my scarlet curls.

My lower lip trembled violently for a full minute before fat, jibbly tears began to run from my eyes, streaking across my face and dripping onto the slumbering child.

“Oh, what’s your name, sweet baby?” I crooned, zoning in on the adorable little girl, who looked to be a few days old, if I had to garter a guess.

“Mommy? Why was daddy handed a baby?” Katie asked me, wrinkling her nose as she turned to offer the baby her finger.

“No idea,” I hummed, feeling myself breaking down emotionally. I looked up and saw the woman who had handed her off, looking at us with a deep sadness in her hazel brown eyes before she turned around and left the concert venue.

“Why would you be abandoned, little fae?” I whimpered, clutching at the peacefully quiet child, nestled almost lovingly in my arms as I fussed over her.

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