#i can't get another job if i lose this one

[multiversefanfics]

Unexpected Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Demon!Reader Warnings: Demons, cussing, violence, rude? little spoiler from season 4 A/N: While on a job Dean gets sideswiped by your beauty but there's one fatal flaw. You're a demon. Word Count: 1.3K

Just like any other job, they investigate, lie, research, argue a bit, and finally go in for the kill. This time, it was a bit different, but we're getting a little ahead of ourselves, let's go back to the beginning. It was a normal day for Sam and Dean they were on their way to another city and state to investigate the weird things that were going on there.

"Oh, c'mon Sammy live a little, we're going to Vegas, we'll do the job then we hit the slots." Dean didn't have to look over at him to know that Sam rolled his eyes "Dean, we're here for a job and that's it." It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes "You can't go to Vegas and not play at least one game." Sam pulled out his ringing phone, Dean glanced over and saw Bobby's name flash on the screen, he turned his eyes back to the road.

Now everyone knows Dean is a huge flirt but also a sarcastic asshole. Love wasn't really in his sights, not because he couldn't fall in love but with his job, he couldn't risk losing someone he cared deeply about, he's lost too many people already he couldn't stand another. Dean pulled into yet another motel parking lot as Sam's call came to an end.

Dean sighed and shut off baby, looking up at the motel. The two of them grabbed their bags and headed inside to book a room, Dean felt off he felt as though someone was watching him, I mean honestly who wasn't he was gorgeous, and he knew it, but this felt different. Dean shook the feeling and continued to the room. Sam started on the research while Dean placed the salt in front of the door, all the windows, and a couple of hex bags around the room.

Dean plopped down on the edge of the bed and looked over at Sam, who was typing away on his computer. "Alright, so we're dealing with a classic demon. We go in, exorcise it, and we're back on the road." Sam looked up at Dean who was shooting him a glare "Why are you in such a rush to leave?" Sam rolled his eyes ignoring Dean's question.

Sam and Dean crept around, knives in hand, looking for said demon. "C'mon Sam, one slot game and then we can leave, and I'll never ask for anything else the rest of the trip." Sam rolled his eyes "Fine, we finish the job, you don't get your ass kicked by the demon and I'll let you play one game." Dean smirked and nodded "Deal." They turned the corner and came face to face with you.

"Hello, boys." You smirked waving your fingers sarcastically. They both stood straight "You let us creep around, while you just stood here waiting for us?" You shrugged your shoulders "I played a few board games while I waited" With one swipe of your hand you slammed Sam into the distant wall, you smiled and looked back at Dean "That was fun." Dean stood there shocked, no matter how many times he sees that happen it will always shock him.

You put your hand up pressing Dean into the door behind him "Little Dean Winchester, I must say you look really good." You stepped closer taking in his beauty, you breathed in his scent smiling to yourself "You smell even better." You looked back at Sam who was still knocked out on the floor, and you turned your attention back to Dean. "Oh, that's right you can't speak, my bad." You released your grip a bit but not fully.

"I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch." Your eyes fluttered and you nodded at him "Is that so?" You took a step back letting Dean off the door "Then do it." You opened your arms for him to come get you, but he stood still. You tilted your head at him and slowly licked your lips, Dean was frozen he didn't know what he was feeling but he was feeling something.

You placed your hands on your hips "What's the matter, Dean? Scared?" Dean gulped and took a wobbly step toward you; this wasn't like Dean he was usually as solid as a rock, but he couldn't move. You giggled and walked around Dean eyeing him up and down "So this is the strong Dean Winchester, hmm. He's a pussy, just like his daddy."

Just then in one swift motion Dean had you pinned against the wall knife to your neck, his eyebrows scrunched together in anger "There he is, there's the Dean I was warned about. Did the daddy comment hit a nerve?" Dean pressed the knife deeper into your neck and gritted through his teeth "Shut up, you bitch." You giggled and looked him in the eyes.

"Dean.." Sam groggily stood behind him rubbing the back of his head "Oh good, Sammy is awake maybe he will get the job done." You felt Dean's hand twitch as much as you wanted to flip him around but with Sam's powers getting stronger you didn't want to risk it. "Dean, what are you waiting for?" Dean blinked a few times and backed away "I don't know." He looked at you then back at his hands.

Sam took it upon himself to try and exorcise you, it hurt like hell "I have something to say!" You screamed through the pain Sam didn't let up he pushed harder and harder "Ruby is playing you!" Sam looked at you, dropping you to the ground "What did you say?!" Your hand went to your throat as you tried to steady your breathing "What did you say!" Sam stepped toward you clenching his fist.

You looked up at him "Ruby is using you; Lilith isn't going to break the last seal; she is the last seal." Sam and Dean exchanged a look "How do I know you're telling the truth?" You looked up at Sam with a 'Are you kidding me' look "Everyone knows about what she's doing but since everyone is out to get you guys as well no one is going to say anything."

Dean groaned and helped you off the ground. "Alright, let's get back to the motel and talk about this." The three of you made it back to the motel. You and Sam sat down on the loveseat together while Dean paced back and forth. "Dean, you're creating a draft." You whined sarcastically. He stopped and looked at you. "Oh, I am so sorry, princess. Do you want a blanket?" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms

"Okay, I'm gonna go get us some coffee." Sam got up from the loveseat and walked out the door, Dean sat down beside you and sighed "You better not be messing with us, Sam has his heart set on killing Lilith." You leaned your arms on your legs, looking over at Dean "I'm not messing with you, Ruby is using Sam to kill Lilith so Lucifer can take over his body." Dean looked over at you, the two of you looked each other in the eyes. Dean didn't know what he was feeling, but he was feeling something. What he did next shocked both of you.

Dean cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips hungrily to yours, his hands traveled down your body stopping at your hips and pulling you into his lap, your hands found their way to the back of his head. His fingertips pressed into your hips pulling you closer to him the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, and the two of you slowly pulled back resting your forehead against his breathing heavily. Dean looked up at you and smiled "I think I finally know what love at first sight means."

A/N: This is my first Dean Winchester fic please be nice to me😂 but I hope you like it I tried my very best. I don't know if I should do a part 2 or not, if you'd like a part 2 let me know.

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[sematarygirls]

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omg hello congratulations??? literally love your blog sm. you’re writing is peak and so perf. i was thinking, we all know rafe is a “proactive” type of person (or so he says). so how would he react to reader giving him the silent treatment after she found out something? (maybe he was doing cocaine again after she explicitly asked him not to anymore???) and what antics would he use to get reader talking to him??

once again, congratulations to you. you deserve so much!!! so proud of you <3333

thank you so much !! i'm so sorry it took so long to get to this </3

cw: dark rafe, manipulation, controlling behavior, threats of self harm

Rafe hates the silent treatment. It feels like a slap in the face. After everything he's done for you, you can't even give him the basic respect of talking things out?

He had done a great job of hiding his ongoing cocaine addiction after you'd threatened to break up with him if he didn't stop. He absolutely couldn't stand ultimatums, being backed into a corner, but he also couldn't lose you, so he promised he would quit and get clean, even pretending to go off to a rehab facility for a month—during which he was actually going on a month-long bender in a fancy hotel up in California.

And his lies had worked. For months, he hid his addiction, leading you to believe that he was finally clean and that he had done it for you.

But then, you dropped your phone one night at his house, and it had found its way under his bed. Leaning down to retrieve it, you pushed up the bottom of his comforter and found yourself greeted by the sight of a wooden box you'd seen before—the very one you had watched Rafe throw away before he went off to "rehab".

With shaky hands, you opened the box and found yourself staring at a baggie of white powder, a substance you knew all too well.

"What are you doing?" Rafe's voice came from the doorway, sharp and defensive. He knew he had been caught, but his mind was already swirling with blame for you rather than accepting the consequences of his own actions. Why were you snooping around his room? Did you not trust him?

You looked up at him, your mind running a million miles a minute as a plethora of emotions overwhelmed you at once. You didn't want to talk to him. You could barely even stomach looking at him right now, so without a word, you grabbed your phone from where it had fallen and stood up abruptly.

He caught your arm as you tried to leave. "Oh, we're doing this now? Real mature," he scoffed at your behavior. You were being dramatic, childish even, by subjecting him to the silent treatment instead of trying to talk this out like adults.

You simply pulled your arm back from him roughly, not meeting his gaze as you pushed past him and hurried down the stairs. He should've followed you, but his pride and ego stopped him. You would come crawling back, apologizing for how you acted. He was sure of it.

But, you didn't. Days went by without a word, and he started to get antsy, started to spiral as paranoia overtook him. You were his. How dare you ignore him? Were you off with another guy? Were you with your awful Pogue friends? He couldn't stand not knowing where you were and having you with him every minute.

At first, he tried to manipulate his way out of it by feigning an apology and ending it with a guilt trip, texting you things like "Okay, I messed up, but you just shutting me out? That's fucked up. Just talk to me, baby," and "It's not like I was doing it all the time. I mean, cmon, are you really gonna throw everything away over this? It's nothing."

When you refused to be won over so easily, seeing right through his tactics, he would start showing up wherever you were—home, work, the beach, anywhere you were, he was there too, desperately trying to intimidate you into talking to him with his piercing gaze and menacing stance.

He would corner you, trying to force a reaction out of you. "So what, you're just going to act like I don't exist?" He'd ask harshly before softening, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his knuckle lightly grazing your cheek as he did. "C'mon, baby, I know you miss me, miss us." He could see the resolve in your eyes crumbling and it made him feel powerful and triumphant, but before you opened your mouth to speak, Kiara swept in, grabbing your arm and tugging you away from Rafe as she shot a glare in his direction.

This infuriated Rafe. Typical Pogue, always sticking their nose where it doesn't belong and fucking up his life.

From there, he attempted sending you expensive gifts with notes like "Just talk to me, baby. Let me fix this," and when that didn't work, he turned to threats, saying he would hurt himself or you if you didn't hear him out.

Finally, he showed up to your house in the middle of the night, his eyes bloodshot and puffy, pupils dilated. You hesitated but decided to open the door, and when you did, you felt guilty for ignoring him for so long. He looked absolutely wrecked like he hadn't eaten or slept in days. He was clenching and unclenching his jaw, leaning against the doorframe and peering down at you. His presence was heavy, the air thick with tension as neither of you spoke.

"Let me in," he demanded. His fingers twitched at his sides before he rubbed them over his jaw. "I just—fuck, I don’t even know what to do anymore, baby." His large frame blocked the doorway, making you feel small as his eyes darted wildly. You felt a mix of guilt and fear stir in your stomach. "You’re just gonna keep pretending I don’t exist? Really?" His voice dropped lower, rougher. "’Cause if you don’t talk to me now, I swear to God, I’ll—" He stopped himself, his jaw clenching as he stared at you with hardened eyes, the threat clear. You knew he meant it.

"Rafe..." You said quietly, your voice trembling slightly as you looked up at him with wide eyes, feeling like you were looking at someone you didn't recognize.

His lips quirked up in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “That’s all I needed, baby. Just needed to hear your voice," he whispered, stepping forward to invade your space and force you backward so he could come inside. "Y'know, I'd do anything for you, right?" He asked, the question rhetorical as he reached out to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "I’ve been losing my fucking mind without you. I won't lose you. I can't lose you, alright? I-I need you. You're mine, you got that? You can't just walk away. You can't just ignore me. I won't let you."

[11queensupreme11]

What would Cú Chulainn do if Percy actually DOES fall in love with a mortal when she’s in Midgard

i'm assuming this is about the cheating au, which would mean cú chulainn's a god in this scenario and OHHHHHHHH MY GOD........

pissing off cú chulainn back when he was a demigod was already bad enough (dude was a menace), but when he's an almighty GOD????? that could literally ruin lives with just a single THOUGHT???????

😭😭😭 rip to the mortal man

(i think i might actually write about this way later btw lol)

percy, to her credit, knows damn well that she can NOT get attached to this man she met in midgard, that would put him in danger. so she pines from afar, but let's say she goes back home to valhalla after her lil break. she goes back to her motherly and wifely duties, but cú chulainn, who's become 1000000x more hyper-focused and loving to her then usual since he learned his lesson, starts to notice her attention lingering. she's more distracted than usual.

and so he looks to see where her Sight has been focused on lately!

(and btw, when i say "Sight" with a capital S, i don't mean she's physically looking at something. gods are omniscient to a degree, they can literally see wherever and whatever they want regardless of where they're at. i've explained this several times throughout the fic, but i'm just putting this here in case some forgot cuz its been a while since i brought it up 😅)

so he looks to see where his dear wife's attention has been at and oh. it's towards some mortal man. and she wasn't just gazing down on him, but subtly helping him from afar as well. school debt? gone. hospital bills? gone. that job interview he's been waiting to hear back from? he got the call and he got the job! his little siblings' school is suddenly able to afford free school lunch for all. his parents were given huge bonuses in their salary that could make them eligible for a comfy retirement years early! this man's life and the lives of his family has become nice and safe thanks to cú chulainn's sweet lil wife 💖💖💖

but cú chulainn fucking sees RED. he's seething with jealousy and also the dawning realization that this human man was a threat. because he knows his wife has a soft spot for humanity, that she even preferred their company over her fellow gods. percy's straying affections are a horrible reminder of his own infidelity -- an infidelity that he regrets because it led to his beloved wife temporarily leaving him for a few years. he can't let this man live, can't run the risk of losing percy again.

demigod cú chulainn would've went down to midgard to rip the man to shreds, and then kill him again once his spirit gets to valhalla, and then he'd be done with it.

but as an omnipotent god with unlimited power??? he's so much more crueler than he was as a demigod. if you remember my previous post about what sort of domains i'd give him (here), god of WAR would be one of them.

he doesn't even need to do much. he just needs to think of it and everything falls into place right then and there.

one night, the mortal man falls into a good sleep and when he wakes up the next morning, it's to the news that the US president has declared war with another superpower country. that same day, he'll get a letter in his mail saying he's been drafted. he doesn't have the money to be a draft dodger and he's in peak health, so he doesn't have a choice. he has to leave his family, give up on his career, all to fight in a war he never wanted.

and cú chulainn makes sure this war would be the worst war to ever occur in all of human history. and he makes sure the human lives through every grisly second of it. he exposes him to the worst of the worst, gives him un-ending trauma that he could never recover from. he makes this war drag on for years, decades even, all to make sure that the only thing this man knows is death and pain. he'll make sure to shatter this human's mind, make him a former shell of the man percy once knew and loved. he's going to ruin him for daring to try and steal percy's attention.

he'll make this war drive him to the brink of insanity until he finally kills himself, and even then his agony won't end because cú chulainn's already waiting for him in the afterlife.

[headphonemouse]

vent post sorry so sorry i'm having a Bad Time

psyched myself up to buy a new bed but when i announced my plans for the weekend my sibling's like 'are you sure you wanna buy a new bed?' like damn killed the hype immediately. i don't wanna buy a bed i don't wanna go anywhere i'll just keep using the bed that we all cycled through growing up that hasn't been replaced in a decade+ with no bedframe and only one sheet that fits.

"are you sure you want-" I need a new bed. This isn't a matter of wanting. i don't want to think about where to get the best deals or which store has a delivery service or the logistics of hauling that thing into my room or where to get rid of the old one i'm sick of sleeping on a mattress on the floor. don't make this ordeal more complicated than it has to be.

[elvenferretots]

On one hand, I feel horribly guilty for having a couple weekends where I've committed to absolutely nothing to the point of backing out of volunteering at a local dog show.

On the other hand, I have dog sport events literally every weekend and practice or class at least twice a week throughout the entirety of October and November. I think I get a free pass for a couple weekends.

[tittyinfinity]

everyone wants disabled people to get a job but no one wants to give disabled people the ability to work a job

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[firkant-fugl]

If I had a nickel for every time one of my parents accidentally (yet completely preventably) broke a mug of high emotional and sentimental value to me, I'd have two.

Which isn't a lot, but it hurts that it happened twice.

[rapha-reads]

Am I supposed to take advantage of the night to keep working on my thesis, of which I've barely completed 1/9th (discounting research, abstract, introduction, structure and bibliography)? Yes. Am I instead reading my second novel of the day? Yes. Should I go to bed instead because it's 4am? Yes.

Earlier today I read This is How You Lose the Time War, that I had been meaning to check ever since it was published, and it was gorgeous. Really beautiful, the letters, the descriptions of the multiple universes, times and planets visited, the ways Red and Blue work, the emotions... Pure joy.

Right now I'm reading The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, and it is fascinating. I love a good scifi book, especially a scifi book that really takes into consideration the vastness of space and how varied other species and planets could be. Also punching holes through subspace sounds like a pure adrenaline trip and I'm deeply interested and captivated.

Anyway. Thesis is not progressing, deadline is getting closer. I should stop reading and start writing at some point. Meh. Stress levels are still not optimal. Stars aren't aligned. Need more adrenaline.

[tiefling-queer]

there is no universal accessibility. there is no one-size-fits-all.

as a genderqueer person, i'd be over the moon if someone looked at my presentation and stumbled or asked what my pronouns are. there are gnc people, trans and cis, who don't present or perform gender in a way that makes it 'obvious' what they are 'going for'. for me, that pause, however performative, is validating and affirming. for me, as a genderqueer person, presentation anarchy and public acceptance of gender nonconformity is comforting.

and on the other hand, i know trans women who are understandably frustrated at people ignoring cues in wardrobe and makeup and opting to degender them. being degendered or misgendered because cues are being missed or ignored is an awful feeling, and this is especially a problem that trans women and other trans fems face.

we've cultivated these protocols that are polite in specific circles that i genuinely believe are used in good faith most of the time, but that doesn't stop them from mimicing bigotry.

i have no answer. ask for my pronouns and don't ask my trans sisters for theirs. there isn't a nice answer.

[livelaughlovekill]

panic

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

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[theood]

I keep one habit I lose three more. I try to get better, five things go wrong in my life and someone dies again, I try to do good, I do everything wrong. I get a job, I feel miserable, I push through, I feel worse.

The cycle repeats and repeats and repeats. Nothing changes. Nothing will ever change because this is all there is to life for me. It's going to be this, and then I'll die.

I'm never even going to get out of this house. It's been worse since we moved here. There's nothing here. I'm going to fucking rot away here and no one will know or care because in the grand scheme of it, I am so fucking unimportant and worthless and I take up more space than I'm worth

[hematocephalus]

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[girlivealwaysbean]

sometimes i miss talking to that one person who didn't NEVER turned it into a competition about who has it worse and never told me well atleast you have [x]

[ame-to-ame]

Was in the middle of drawing something else. Sketched a little happy peepaw as an apology for using him as a vessel for my own thoughts of leftover-ism.