#jack is catching up to Gabriel

[woundlingus]

The supernatural gay poll bracket finally starting to take off in more mainstream tumblr is stressing me out girl how can I rig these polls now i do not have this kind of influence

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 1: Public sex with Reaper

gn reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains degradation, choking, spanking, so many man noises, cumming on face.

First post of kinktober! Hope you like 31 days of smutty drabbles about overwatch characters! (length of each will kinda depend). Main masterlist

Your cheek smushed against the brick wall wasn't the most comfortable in the word, but your brain was practically leaking out of your ears as your lover fucked you mercilessly, cock driving in and out of your hole like he'd die if he stopped.

"Fuck, such a slut hm? Letting me take you like this?" he rasps into your ear from behind, feeling his grip tighten on your hips, almost bruising.

He was right, you were letting him take you in such a vaguely public place. Usually he'd sneak into your apartment at night, eager to relieve the stress of being the most dangerous mercenary in the world. But you'd been out, and he was pissed tonight. Seeing news reports of Jack Strike Commander Morrison playing hero, after what he'd done had set Gabriel off into a tension fueled frenzy.

So when he'd tracked you down, out with friends in such a delicious outfit, he wasn't in the mood to wait until you returned home. No he needed you now, pulling you into a darkened alleyway and pushing you against the bricks. You'd barely had time to process that it was your secret bed-partner and not some random creep before your underwear was pushes hastily until it pooled around your ankles. His prep was quick, sloppy even, but in the mood he's in, you were in no position to outwardly complain.

Your nails drag slightly down the wall as you're railed, his cock pulsing inside you as he moves his hand to grasp your throat. He keeps you exactly in the position he wants, groaning like crazy at the feeling of your hot flesh around him.

"That's it angel, let me take what I want." he states in a scraping tone, the pleasure he's feeling slightly outweighing the dull ache of his body due to the experiments. He needed to forget it all, forget that damn doctor and her poking and prodding of his broken body, forget his stupid past and the people he once called allies who are on his hit list. No, he just needed you. Well, your hole around him more like. The slight dizziness that comes with how hard he's choking you only adds to your arousal, despite the slight pain; you'll certainly be bruised tomorrow.

You can tell he's getting closer, the noises ripping their way from his throat growing louder and more desperate as his rhythm falters. Thinking he's gonna cum inside, you relax yourself until he pulls out unexpectedly, forcing you onto your knees with a dull thud.

"Open." he demands as his fist furiously pumps his cock, eyes beneath the mask trained on the way your tongue falls out of your mouth as you await his cum.

He gives it to you, cumming hot ropes with a languished groan, most of it ending up in your mouth. However a few streaks paint your cheeks and nose white with his release, as he slows his strokes down, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.

"Good...good fucking pet." he praises lowly, catching his breath as you shift on the floor. With a soft laugh he pulls you up, before thrusting his hand between your thighs. "Guess I should reward you, huh? Try and keep it down."

[holylulusworld]

Girls just want to have fun

Summary: Girls just want to have fun

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: partying, drinking, dancing, ladies’ night

A/N: For my story everyone is alive.

Inspired by Cindy Lauper's song "Girls just want to have fun"

It’s a damn good night. You feel good, and maybe you’re a little tipsy.

After months of being cramped in sleazy motel rooms with the Winchesters and fighting battle after battle, you finally got the chance to have a night out. It’s ladies’ night with karaoke and free drinks at the bar in town.

“Yes! Show them what you got!” you cheer your friends on, raising your glass. Jo, Charlie, and Bela are on the stag singing we will rock you. You’re not much of a singer, but you like to watch your friends having fun.

“They had too much wine,” Donna laughs because Charlie wants to try out stage diving. “There are like three people. They cannot catch her fall.”

“Nah, she’s like a cat and lands on her paws!” You exclaim loudly. “Believe me, she got this. A girl who fuck’s Dick Roman and Leviathans over can rock a stage dive too.”

“She will get hurt,” Jody worriedly watches Charlie stagger on the stage. “I can’t even look.”

“Wait! I got an idea,” you get your phone out to call Sam and Dean. “Guys, we have an emergency. You need to come to the bar. We need your help.”

You end the call before Dean can ask what happened, or if he needs to bring the big guns. While you order another drink and tell Charlie to wait for her stage dive a little longer, Sam and Dean run toward the garage at the bunker.

“What the…?” Dean watches Jo, Charlie, and Bela sing another song. Charlie waves at Dean while Bela blows a kiss at Sam. “Sammy, what has gotten into them? Do you think it’s a wrath? A ghost maybe?”

“Uh-Dean. I don’t think this is the supernatural kind of emergency,” Sam smirks at Bela who undresses him with her eyes. “I think they are having fun, is all.”

“What? Fun!” Alerted Dean storms toward you to snatch the drink you just ordered out of your hands. “Y/N, I hope you’ve got a damn good explanation why you called me. This doesn't look like an emergency.”

“It is!” you grab his arm to guide Dean toward the stage. “You see.” You point at Charlie on the stage. She giggles and walks toward the edge. “Charlie wants to try her first stage dive. We need strong men to catch her.”

“Stage dive – what?” Dean blinks a few times. “You’ve got to be shitting me! No more drinks for you.”

“Aw, but Deano,” you pat his chest with both hands. “Girls just want to have fun sometimes.” You lean closer to nuzzle his chin with your nose. “Please for me. Catch Charlie.”

Dean purses his lips. “This is far too dangerous! She could get hurt!”

“You sound like a dad,” you grin. “Deano, come on. Live a little.”

“What’s going on?” Sam finally joins your little conversation. “Where is the emergency, Y/N?”

“Charlie wants to stage dive. Y/N came up with the brilliant idea that we can catch Charlie,” Dean huffs. “She called us for a stage dive, Sammy.”

“Hmmm…” Sam looks at the stage, at the ground, and then at his hands. “If we team up, we can do it, Dean.”

Dean turns his head like in slow motion, to gape at his brother. “Did you hit your head, Sammy? What if she misses us and ends up on the ground? Charlie could get seriously hurt.”

“Deano, please,” you fist his Henley, tugging hard. In a hurry, he didn’t put on a plaid or a jacket. “I’ll make you pie tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be hangover tomorrow,” he points out. “If she gets hurt, you’ll take the blame.”

Dean walks toward the stage to talk to Charlie. He’s still not convinced this will work, but he’ll do it for Charlie and you.

“We can help,” Sam says. He walks toward the stage, followed by Castiel, Jack, and Gabriel who popped up Out of nowhere.

“Don’t tell me she called you too…” Dean sighs deeply. “Fine, let’s do this…”

And then, you all joined Dean to give Charlie the chance to have her first stage dive.

Sometimes girls just want to have fun.

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[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🌻🌿 rory culkin kinktober masterlist 2024 🌿🌻

a/n: whoooo! since this was highly requested, I'm going to be doing the rory kinktober this year! 🤭 I'm going to be starting tomorrow, and try and catch up on the missed days!

Requests for one shots would be appreciated, if there's any particular characters you'd like to see with a specific prompt!! Enjoy pookies 🫶

1. Soft Dom/ Sub with Ollie Sway

2. Choking with Kappa

3. Knife Kink with Euronymous

4. Thigh Riding with Mike

5. Overstimulation with Danny Cooper

6. Mutual Masturbation with Clyde

7. Breeding with Samuel Lafferty

8. Orgasm Denial with Jack Thurlow

9. Exhibitionism with Kappa

10. Costumes with Charlie Walker

11. Cockwarming with Clay Roach

12. Blowjob with Possum

13. Aftercare with Gabriel

14. Pillow Humping with Samuel Lafferty

15. Corruption Kink with Euronymous

16. Body Worship with Danny Cooper

17. Filming with Charlie Walker

18. Praise Kink with Gabriel

19. Degradation with Jack Thurlow

20. Hair Pulling with Marcus

21. Premature Ejaculation with Ollie Sway

22. Somnophilia with Kappa

23. Fingering with Possum

24. Mirror Sex with Clyde

25. Size Kink with Mike

26. Lap Dance with Euronymous

27. Phone Sex with Jack Thurlow

28. Spanking with Samuel Lafferty

29. Squirting with Clay Roach

30. Begging with Marcus

31. Happy Halloween Surprise

[eloquentcoconut]

TWST: 🤔 What Would They Name Their Child?

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it's the infamous High School baby project

TWST does not care about verbs/nouns/gender when it comes to names, I'm only going to do 1 'gender neutral' name (in theory), in twst fashion. For instance, a boy has an equal chance of being named Sarah, Kart, or John and vice-versa for a girl. I'll be using a randomizer for the gender and number of children, you can decide on what gender the baby is (unless you comment which character(s) you'd like to know.)

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🌹Heartslabyul

🌹 Ace - Stariya nn: Ari

If Thorn's eyes just so happen to match the name (starry) that's between Ace and himself. I just made up the name ^ ace/star are like synonyms.

🌹Deuce - Dawner

Dylla, Deuce, might as well have another 'D' name. I tried to make dawn sound more unique. Dawn represents 'new beginnings' since Deuce would want to leave that rebel past behind and step up to father a bag of flour.

🌹 Trey - Blithe

Trey and Blithe are both word names where I feel they're both so in use they don't conjure up an image. Blithe means happy/joyful. When scrolling through baby name websites I did see 'Almond and 'Nachos' listed, I need you to know this.

🌹 Cater - Dice nn: Icy

When making this I realized the characters aren't exactly named after games, sorry Uno, Scrabble, and Yahtzee - but parts of it, so Dice.

🌹 Riddle - Bridge

The card game bridge, he so would, but also a reference of Um from Umbridge. 'Rule' was listed as a baby name I--

🐾Savanaclaw

🐾 Leona - Folasade nn: Sade

(Based off my fav singer Sade ♡) I think Leona would like the meaning 'honor earns a crown; rule with nobility'

🐾 Ruggie - Junior

Thorn and Ruggie could not agree on a name - no the baby isn't Thorn jr or Ruggie jr, they're just Junior. Ruggie's name is a joke about his rugged life right? If he was based on a carpet his child could be Matti.

🐾 Jack - Gabrielle nn: Brielle/Gibby

Jack is one of few characters that has a common/average name - the child will need this stability in a place like twst! He's also a serious guy so it would be impossible to get him to agree on any name trends like alternate spellings/locations/words etc. Thorn finds a loophole with nicknames.

🌊 Octavinelle

Azul - Seren and Perle

I changed the spelling of 'pearl' and I keep debating if I should have or not. Seren is pretty close to siren, these names sound mermaid-y.

Jade - Nori

From the character Nori in Barbie Mermaidia, I think it means seaweed. Jade was nice enough to let Thorn pick out the name, and Thorn went for the first fictional mermaid that came to mind.

Floyd - Nike

Names from sneaker brands you could use as baby names and no on would know: Nike, Chuck, Chelsea, Taylor, Jordan, Mary Jane, Croc, etc.

💜 Pomefiore

💜 Vil - Liesel, Eden, and Hansl

I don't think Vil would be one of those celebrities parents that have all their children have the same initial, unique spellings, or invent names, or maybe he would? You know what? Having a common name would be a celeb niche in twst, he did not beat those allegations.

💜 Rook - Giselle

Is Rook French? bc I feel like he just uses French bc its trendy - he'd still pick a French/French influenced name though. Giselle is from the ballet 'Gisele' its romantic/dramatic/dark (quite sad really.)

💜 Epel - Ruby, Opal, and Jona

Part 2 of names from apples you could use and nobody would know: Crispin, Jonathan, Gala, Ruby, Opal, Ambrosia, Autumn, Rose, Granny, etc. When I realized I could make all their names 4 letters I had to take that opportunity.

🦜 Scarabia

🦜 Kalim - Salim

Derived from the Arabic expression 'salima' which points to something 'safe' and 'sound' Salim means peaceful/safe.

🦜 Jamil - Rana

Rana has so many meanings from around the world, in Arabic it means 'eye-catching' or 'beautiful' and in Sanksrit it means 'king/nobility'

🦋 Ignihyde

Idia - Raiden, Kaeya, Haruhi

There's no way Idia isn't naming his kids, real or not, after his fav characters. I settled on these names bc I was tired of thinking 😭he's a gamer and otaku and I could not think of anything niche or any deep cuts, they're all from Genshin Impact or OHSHC, lets face it, Idia wouldn't like the mainstream anything. Thorn was just trying to save these kids from a 'Bakugou Johnson' situation.

🍵 Diasominia

Malleus - Maenight and Twillian

(I invented these names part 2) Maenight is meadow + midnight bc no child of Malleus is mid 😤 and Twillian is twilight + lillian. Both kids are named after their parents initial and hobby: nature/night walks

Lilia - Garnet and Dove

Lilia has interesting naming conventions (Silver), so I tried to apply that here. Let's say child one has his eyes, so garnet, and child two has a calm demeanor, so dove.

Sebek - Amoret and Evermore nn: Ami and Ever

Sebek and Thorn have a book club so they'd pick literary names. Amoret is a character from the epic poem 'The Faerie Queene' by Edmund Spenser, and I think Sebek would like it. Evermore is from 'The Raven' a narrative poem by Edgar Allen Poe (there's a raven character that repeats evermore/nevermore) BUT if thats too dark there's also the Taylor Swift song 'Evermore' (which I feel has inspiration from 'The Raven')

Silver - Aurelia

Aurelia means gold, but I was trying to have Thorn and Silver apply their own meanings, aurora + starlight = aurelia. (Named after how their parents' eye colors are described)

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(Should Ortho + side characters be included? Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see anyone else!)

[ghostfacd]

“JUST SAY SOMETHING, OLIVIA.”

gabe perreault x hughes!sister

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Gabe Perreault was an absolute sweetheart. He’d make sure you were full everytime he stopped by your dorm, and always gave you his hoodies that he had sprayed in his cologne so you could have them when you missed him too much. He always walked on the outside part of the sidewalk, and make sure you never paid on dates. It was just who Gabe was, caring and loving.

Did this mean Jack and Luke liked him? No, not really.

Sure, he was a decent guy in their eyes, but never good enough for their little sister. That was just what it was. No matter how hard Gabe tried to display how much he loved and appreciated you, Jack and Luke were stubborn in the head.

“Will you two stop it?” Quinn scolds, watching his two younger brothers stare down Gabe as he was braiding your hair. You two had gone to visit your brothers and parents since it was winter break at Princeton.

“Stop what?” Jack feigned innocence, which led him and Luke to receive both a slap on the head from Quinn. “Ouch! Quinn!”

“He’s a good guy,” Quinn says, eyes averting to you and Gabe on the couch, “hell, I’m in Vancouver and even I know that. He makes her happy.”

“He makes her happy now,” Luke says, rolling his eyes. “And what will happen once he starts playing in the NHL? Surrounded by the sudden wave of women, while Livvy’s busy studying at Princeton?”

“Are you implying our little sister’s boyfriend is gonna cheat on her?” Quinn grits his teeth in annoyance.

“Hey,” Luke raises his hands in surrender, “you said it yourself, not me.”

Quinn gets up from his seat, not wanting to deal with the two Hughes’ stubbornness any longer.

“Hi.” You say as you take a seat next to Luke on one of the island’s chairs. Gabe sits right next to you, giving a small wave and awkward smile to your brothers.

“Hey.” Jack’s tone doesn’t sound too friendly, which catches your attention right away. You quickly shoot him a glare, making sure he wasn’t going to say or do anything rude to your boyfriend.

“So, Gabe?” Luke’s tone is just as harsh as Jack’s, and you swore you could feel Gabe’s hold on you loosen in nervousness.

“Yep, that’s me.” Gabe tries his best to give a bright smile, though his confidence had died as soon as he saw how unwelcoming Jack and Luke were. “Nice to meet you guys! Livvy has told me so much about you, so it’s nice to meet two of the important people in her life.”

“Right,” Jack eyes Gabe up and down before clearing his throat. “So, Gabriel, what are your intentions with my sister?”

“Jack!” You smack your brother on the arm, already knowing where this was heading.

“All good intentions Jack,” Gabe replies. “I love your sister.”

“Love,” Jack laughs as if it’s the funniest thing in the world and Gabe wishes desperately for the ground to swallow him up right then and there. He loved you, so why was it so amusing to your brother that he expressed so?

“You play hockey, don’t you?” Now it was Luke’s turn to interrogate.

Gabe nods slowly, hoping your parents or Quinn could interrupt the moment.

“Heard you got drafted. Big deal, right? Do you see Livvy in your future, Gabe? Especially with all the women that will be surrounding you in the nearby future? I know how hockey guys can be, and you do too, don’t you? I mean, you are one, are you not?”

The implication of Gabe possibly cheating on you makes his breath hitch and he so desperately wants to throw up. How could your brothers think so badly of him? Of course he wouldn’t cheat on you.

“Excuse me for a second,” Gabe gets up, heading to the guest bathroom. He feels sick, so much so that he needs to wash his face with cold water to breathe properly again.

When he slowly opens the door, he finds you with your eyebrows furrow as your brothers list off a reasons why dating him wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Look Livvy, he’s a hockey player. A hockey player. He’s bound to break your heart, we all know this.”

“You’re a smart, talented girl Livs. You’re not gonna let him ruin you and leave you in the mud, are you?”

“Livvy, honestly, he’s not good enough for you.”

“He will never be good enough for you, with a draft or without.”

And he hears them say this without you ever coming into his defense. No “you’re wrong about him” or “Gabe isn’t like that”, absolutely nothing.

Gabe’s lip quivers, and he never felt more out of place than he had now.

“Gabe?” Your voice breaks him out of his trance, and you approach him with a sad look in your eye, automatically bringing your hands up to wipe his tears away.

But Gabe pushes your hand from his face, not wanting comfort from a person who just let their brothers talk badly about him for the entire time.

“Gabe, what’s wrong?” You frown. Gabe never once pushed your touches away, so you knew this was serious. “I’m sorry about Jack and Luke baby, I didn’t know they would be like that.”

“You didn’t defend me.”

He says it so low that you didn’t even hear it the first time.

“Gabe?”

“You didn’t defend me.”

His tears come down more than before, and your instincts tell you to hold him in your arms and wipe away all of them, but you knew he didn’t want you to touch him right now.

“I’m sorry baby, but they’re my older brothers, I..”

“Just say something, Olivia.” Gabe stresses, hands coming up to wipe away his tears. “Tell them that I love you, you know I do. You know how much you mean to me, yet you let them just talk your ear off about how I’ll never be enough for you.”

Gabe’s usage of your full middle name makes your heart hurt. Never had he called you Olivia.

“Gabe—”

“I think we should take a break, Olivia.”

There it goes again. Olivia.

You gulp, trying to keep your tears at bay. “If that’s what you want, baby, then we can do that.”

Gabe nods slowly, not trusting his words at this point. He’s worried he’s gonna say the wrong things and make the situation worse.

He loves you, he does. But he needs a break.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

And that’s enough to make you crack. Your sobs wreck your entire body as you watch Gabe reach for his things, leaving out the door. He mentioned about having a friend living nearby, so you’re glad to know that he has a place to stay for the time being.

“Livvy? Are you okay sissy?” Quinn’s voice automatically makes you cry harder, and he doesn’t waste a second before pulling you into his chest, arms coming to wrap themselves around you.

“No.” Is all you can mutter as you bury yourself into his chest, letting him rub your arms comfortingly.

Quinn sits with you for a while, letting you cry out your feelings before you fall into a deep slumber. Carefully, he places you down on your bed, giving you a quick kiss to the forehead before turning off the lights.

He descends down the stairs, quickly making his way to Jack and Luke who were currently playing video games as if nothing happened.

Grabbing both by the ear, Quinn sits them down at a table, a murderous look in his eyes.

“Ow! You did not have to do that,” Jack grumbles, placing both his arms across his chest.

“Oh but I did.” Quinn crosses his arms angrily, glaring at both Jack and Luke. “Listen, I knew you two were dumbasses, but I didn’t think you’d be this dumb.”

“What on earth are you talking about?!” Luke sighs loudly, upset at Quinn interrupting his game time with Jack.

“You practically ruined Livvy’s relationship!” Quinn shouts, pointing an accusing finger at the two. “Are you guys happy?! Are you guys thrilled that you’ve ruined your younger sister’s relationship? Does it live up to your satisfaction?!”

Jack and Luke’s eyebrows furrow, not realizing that you were currently asleep with puffy eyes and that Gabe was equally heartbroken, face in a pillow as he cried to his friend about what had happened.

“They broke up?” Jack says, breath hitched.

“No they didn’t break up,” Quinn sighs, and the two swore they could practically see steam coming from his nose. “But they’re on a break, all thanks to the idiotic and rude comments you made about Gabe earlier. You know how much Livvy looks up to the two of you, yet you choose to make these comments about her and Gabe, and how he’s gonna potentially cheat on her in the future?! That’s sick! That is so fucking sick that you would do that to your own sister, and justify it by saying you’re just being a good older brother? No. That is not what we are going to do, Jack, Luke.”

Being scolded by Quinn was almost if not worse than being scolded by their parents. Like you, Jack and Luke had always looked up to Quinn as a sort of guide in their life, and now that he was furious with them, it made their chest turn in guilt.

“You better go and apologize not only to Livvy, but to Gabe. He’s a sweetheart, and he’s tried desperately to put up with you two’s nonsense. Enough is enough, alright?! No more of this overprotective brother bullshit, put your differences aside for Livvy. My God,”

Jack and Luke can only nod in embarrassment as Quinn leaves the kitchen, both realizing the depth of their words.

That night, they had called Gabe, apologizing nonstop for what they had done and said. Thankfully, Gabe was a very forgiving person, and actually found out he had a lot in common with your older brothers than he had previously thought.

The next day, he had showed up to the house, your favorite flowers in hand.

“Hey man,” Luke greets, throwing Gabe an awkward but apologetic smile. Gabe mumbles a quiet hey back, asking him where you were.

“She’s upstairs, Jack and I are really sorry about what happened. We can’t apologize enough.”

“It’s alright,” Gabe says, “thank you for owning up to your mistakes.”

He makes his way up the stairs, seeing you still asleep with one of his grey hoodies over your body. He places a quick peck to your lips, frowning when he realizes your eyes were puffy.

“Livvy,” he whispers, smoothing out your hair.

“Mhm..” you open your eyes slowly, seeing Gabe in your view. “Am I still dreaming?”

He giggles slightly, shaking his head. “No pretty girl, you’re not dreaming.”

You quickly pull Gabe into a hug, placing kisses all over his face. “I’m sorry baby, I know I should’ve said something.”

“It’s alright Livvy,” Gabe presses a kiss to the side of your head, “I know you wanted to.”

You two lay on your bed for the rest of the morning, laughing about how short your “break” was and how you were totally going to beat Jack and Luke up later for this.

You had actually woken up in the middle of the night to your mother, Ellen, rubbing her thumb over your cheek. You had sobbed to her, explaining what had happened, and Ellen had automatically gone to yell at her sons, regardless if it was midnight or not.

They had listened to every word she had lectured out, and explained to her how they had already called Gabe to apologize. Needless to say, Jack and Luke never spoke badly about Gabe again.

[ccscocoapuffs]

Gabriel May NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Kinda shy, he's not used to being treated as if he is a actual human being so the fact you just had sex with him makes him feeling kinda shy inside. Even though he would never admit to it. He for sure would love if you played in his hair, just be careful not to poke maddie in the face lol, though he would probably laugh his ass of if you did.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Gabriel doesn't have a favorite thing about his body because in his eyes it's not fully his. He was never given the choice to have his own body to love and do what he wanted with hence why he loathes the fact he is tethered to maddie forever. Despite being able to use maddie's body for himself he does long for the feeling of being a separate being with his own arms, own legs, and of course he wants to have his own dick. He loves his partners eyes for sure, he can tell peoples emotions just by looking in their eyes. That's how he knew when he first met you what you truly thought of him, he could sense the fear in your eyes if it was to show, yet i didn't hence why he knew you were different.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Giving that he shares a body with Maddie when it comes to sex he obviously has a vagina, so with that being said he can't cum inside you like he desperately wants to. Though he makes do with what he can and makes you cum on his fingers and then eats the cum outa you, he would love if you did the same for him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Gabriel wants to try knife play with you, especially using his favorite knife (The trophy knife), he hasn't brought it up cause he is afraid you might think he wants to hurt you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) So Maddie has had sex before obviously and he's been just dormant in the back of her head when that happened, though once he was woken up by Derek after that particular incident he was obviously aware of his and Maddie's shared body. He is a virgin in his own sense though, the body he shares isn't if that makes sense.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He's one bendy ass fucker given he is technically backwards. So when it comes to position you never really know what you're gonna get with him. If you are using a strap with him or vice versa he likes doggy or missionary, even though both of them are kinda in his own way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Definitely more serious, though not really like hard dom serious, if catch my drift. He for sure leans towards being very sensual and serious in the moment with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) So obviously once again he shares this with Maddie, so he obviously has a small bush of black hair on Maddie's side of things, where he is always behind her he obviously wouldn't have this.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He loves intimate moments between the two of you and soaks up whatever time he has with you to have them. He loves being able to fuck you with a strap and hold your face in his hands while he tells you through the speaker of the radio on the bedside table how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He doesn't see the point, if he craves pleasure he wants it from you and you alone. He doesn't get off very well when touching himself, he craves the connection of sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Knife kink spit kink slight choking slight bondage

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He loves tying you up somewhere in the attic and crawling up to you and eating you out. He loves that you feel safe enough with him to let him tie you up and ravish you in the way he does.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He adores if you wear a short skirt for him or if you walk over to him and run your hands down what would be his chest. He loves that you wear something just for and that you aren't afraid to walk up and touch what's yours.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Share you with Maddie or anyone else, just because he has the same body as her doesn't mean she gets to touch you, you belong to him and only him. Once he fell in love with you that was something that was final.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) God he loves eating your pussy, giving this may be something that is slightly difficult for him giving the way his mouth is formed. Though don't let that fool you, he is very skilled with his tongue and has learned over time the best way to fuck you with it and suck your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He prefers a slower pace, he wants to enjoy time with you and wants it to be meaningful. He is putting his trust in you at the most vulnerable moment and he wants to enjoy the feeling of it while he looks into your eyes and throws his head back.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He hates quickies, he doesn't get that intimacy he desires with a quickie, though if you were to pull him aside someone and get down on your knees and start fucking him with your tongue he might be more on board with your quickie like moments.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) His whole life really is a risk, He risks living everyday. So when it comes to the bedroom I feel like he tends to be more risk free because this is his moment of relief from existence, this is something that is solely for him. You two having sex for anyone other than him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Usually two, despite only have maddies body to use for his pleasure he still gives you as much as he can before he feels exhausted. He loves the feeling of being edged though so take that how you will when it comes to making him have an orgasm or two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Yes there's for sure toys involved. He loves the ability to fuck you with a strap, he craves the feeling of having his own cock to fuck you with and feel how your pussy walls tighten around him while you cry out, but this will have to do. He also loves being fucked with it as well, whether your fuck his ass or pussy, he adores the feeling of having you control his orgasms though don't be surprised when he flips you around and takes you however he wants. (His favorite toy is gonna be mentioned in W)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He likes to tease just a little to make you get all flustered and red, though he doesn't actually like to tease all that much. He has spent his whole life waiting, waiting for maddie to wake him up again, waiting for revenge, so waiting for sex because of him teasing, nope not happening.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He isn't super loud during sex, but he lets out a few deep growls and labored breathes. If you leave a phone out or a radio for him to talk through then he for sure will say the filthest things for you to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) His favorite toy in the whole world is the dual ended vibrator dildo you two have. He loves for you both to insert it into each other and rock your hips together while you make out and pull each others hair.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) So we've kinda already discussed this in several sections, obviously he has a vagina giving he shares a body with his sister, He loves using a pussy pump on himself though to make everything extra sensitive and puffy for you to enjoy as well as him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Not very high, he doesn't think a relationship revolves around sex and doesn't crave it as much as some others would, for him it's real just when the mood strikes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually doesn't fall asleep afterwards, if you want to then he will gladly hold you while you sleep and lay there watching tv or scrolling on the phone.

[dippygamer64]

Inktober 2024 — Day 6 — Trek

Every time I do a drawing or story idea about Voltron Legendary Defender, I get nervous to share it. Now I’m including Overwatch? It’s like I want to step into the Lion’s den (no pun intended).

Getting straight to the point, this is based on a story idea I’ve spent a surprising amount of time on: Lance Morrison-Reyes. Basically Lance is the son of Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes (yes that includes Reaper76 shipping), and he’s a very happy kid. Until Overwatch starts to decline, leading to the Swiss Base incident and leaving Lance an orphan. Cut to the present day where Lance is now a Voltron Paladin and is following in his parents’ shoes. Only for him to surprisingly reunite with both parents, who are in fact alive, only now they’re a vigilante and a mercenary on opposing sides. I’m slimming the story down A LOT, so some details are missing. But if anyone is interested maybe I’ll work on writing the story out in full and sharing it (or if I just feel like it XD).

Keep in mind, this isn’t directly from the story I’m working on. This is just a possible scene based on the idea. I kept wracking my brain trying to think of what I could do for “Trek”, to the point I looked up the definition as a reminder: “A long arduous journey especially one made on foot”. While I did think of other scenes that might have been more directly related to the prompt, once I had this scene in my head I simply really wanted to draw it.

Also, sorry again for running behind, I’ll catch up when I get that chance!

[heaven-s-black-box]

Baby Steps- Jack x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: December 6th, 2020

Description: Could you write a happy Jack x reader story that kinda follows the plot of the end of supernatural (if you have seen it) but where jack stays with the boys and fixes everything and everyone is happy.

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with acciodracomalfoy from the research lab designation Ao3, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 420

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Y/N yawned as she made her way through the halls of the bunker. It was around noon, and she’d finally rolled out of bed after staying up way too late watching her favorite show. Not that she regretted it, with no threats she could finally catch up on months of missed episodes.

As she approached the kitchen, she could hear the sound of sizzling bacon and laughter.

“Okay, now pour the egg in the hole. There! Now let it cook for a bit, then flip it,” Sam instructed someone.

“Ew,” Dean groaned. “Ow, mother-”

Y/N stifled a laugh, leaning beside the door to the kitchen just out of view.

“Dean, I do not think I made the juice right.”

“Why did you use a blender?” Eileen asked.

“To juice the oranges.”

“Please tell me you didn't put the whole orange in the blender,” Dean sighed.

“Was I not supposed to?”

Eileen, and Sam laughed as Dean let out an exhausted sigh.

“No. No you weren’t.”

Taking this as the perfect opportunity, Y/N stepped into the kitchen.

“I can help with that. What’cha making?” She smiled.

“Well, good morning to you too,”Dean laughed, “We’re making brunch.”

---

“So, how’s heaven?” Y/N asked, as her and Jack did the dishes after eating.

Dean had gone to give baby a wash, Sam had a load of laundry to do, and Eileen and Cas were off on an in-laws bonding case. At least that’s what Y/n had been referring to it as, because while no one was married yet, she didn’t think it’d be long.

“I don’t think they like me very much,” Jack frowned, “or Cas. But we’re trying. We’ve already started discussing a deal with the empty to bring some of the angels back, like Gabriel and Michael.”

“Why Michael?”

“I know he…”Jack thought for a moment, “sold us out, but I’m sure he had a reason. So I want to hear him out. Plus, heaven will probably listen to him more than me right now.”

“Hey,” she smiled, nudging him. “Cheer up. Baby steps, no ones expecting you to be perfect right away. You’re already doing better than Chuck.

“Baby steps… I can do that,” he chuckled. He looked back at the plate he was drying and went silent. “Speaking of baby steps… I was wondering if we could have dinner together… tonight… just the two of us. “

Y/N stopped washing the pan, and turned to him.

“Like a date?”

“Yes. Like a date.”

[whataboutsimple]

Question: There’s just one Jesse yeah? No other alternate Jesses we should know about?

//Start of the recording//

Idiot in green suspenders, aka Jesse, sits on the couch, smiling nervously. He throws a look to the door on the left, where bunch of heads pops up. One of them, in red suspenders, smiles and waves his hand to the camera. Girl with yellow clip looks suspicious, while others are just confused.

Camera focuses back to the one who sits on the couch — "Nope! No other Jesses, just me. Old, good, friend.. Jesse... Ahaha" — he laughs very nervously.

With an error message frame changes to the kitchen, recording from the corner.

"I swear, El, I saw TWO of them! One is just.. DARKER or whatever!" — Magnus pulls up his hands, looking pretty mad.

"Yeah, yeah, just like the other day you said you saw his female version." — redstone engineer rolls her eyes, smug playing on the lips.

The frame changes with an error message, showing the hall.

Gabriel goes by, meeting red suspenders Jesse — "Hello, Jesse."

Jesse walks by — "Hello, Gabriel."

Half way through Gabriel stops, slowly looking back very confused, but no signs of Jesse.

The frame changes with an error message.

Romeo and red clip Jesse stand awkwardly in the dining room. Slowly, they both back up, before leaving the room.

The frame changes with an error message.

Background noise happens, when Jack enters some kind of an office, looking at someone behind the camera — "Sorry for interrupting, kid, but.. uh... You sure there's nothing you want to tell us? I mean, I was skeptical when Nurm said about another Jesse, but now I SWEAR I saw one just right now standing near your office!"

The frame changes with an error message.

Camera situated in the garden, where Mevia hold back Hadrian with all her power, while pretty confused yellow clip Jesse stands opposite them.

Hadrian looks very angry — "You think this is funny, huh? What are you, trying to make us all go crazy, you pipsqueak?!"

The frame changes with an error message.

Axel leans against the wall of Jesse's bedroom, with crossed arms over his chest — "Dude, I'm not implying anything, but I literally saw you, but like, not you yesterday. That's not cool."

Olivia nods, sitting on the bed — "Yeah, and the other day you, but, uh- not you, were in girls bathroom. Mind to explain to us? We're your friends after all, at least last time I checked we were friends."

The frame changes with an error message.

The camera is aimed at the living room with the very couch where most questions are answered.

The room is empty, but camera catches high pitched scream from somewhere else "HOW MUCH OF THEM?!"

//End of the recording//

Nope, no more Jesse. Just one.

[theshimadaslovers]

INSPIRED BY ART- IBA

Bandit Crush

(CASSIDY BLACKWATCH X FEMALE!READER)

I just look at this art and is so cute, I wanna give it a try!

*Blackwatch base, they were having a reunion about last mission...failed mission*

Gabe- I told everybody to back off! Why the fuck you stay there, Genji?!

Genji- Hm...*cross his arms looking away*

Gabe- ANSWER ME, BOY!

Moira- *open the door* I got bad e good news.

Cassidy- Ooh hey snake poison, we missed you *chuckle*

Gabe- Where the hell were you, Moira?

Moira- Jack Morrison find me on the laboratory and he wanted me to give news for you, commander.

Gabe- *sighs* What is the good new?

Moira- We're having a little help for the next missions.

Gabe- And the bad one?

Moira- Is a She.

Gabe- *looking around* And why this is bad?

Moira- Bad for me having to handle with young girls trying to look strong and feminist *roll eyes and step out the room*

Gabe- Moira we didn't...! WE DIDN'T FINISH THE REUNION!

Cass- Jesus...! Commander, can you scream lower? *lighting the cigar*

Gabe- No smoking inside...

Cass- ...fine...*sighs putting back on the pocket* So! Is a "she"? Interesting have a new woman figure here...I hope she is more...normal.

Genji- I hope she is at least hot...

Cass- Hey hey! *laughs* Don't be so thirsty, Genji.

Genji- A pretty woman would definitely make me feel better....

Cass- Oh yeah, I forgot that you were a playboy guy. Anyway! *gets up*

Gabe- Sit down, I'm not finished.

Cass- Alright...*sit down*

Gabe- Next mission...I- *someone open the door* GOD DAMMIT! What is it now?! *look at the door and feels embarrassed* Oh...

You- Should I have knocked, commander?

Gabe- *look up and down* Yes but I'm sorry yelled at you, miss. You may be the one.

Cass- Howdy, lady...*gets up taking off the hat holding against his chest*

You- Cole Cassidy...*wink and smile*

Cass- Oh...*laughs embarrassed* She knows my name! *whispers to Gabriel*

Genji- *take a look and sighs* Ok, she's hot. I'll take it.

You- Excuse me?

Cass- Hahaha! I'm sorry, miss! *put his hat on Genji's face* He is just a kid, you know!

Gabe- Well, so...can you introduce yourself, please?

You- Y/N strike commander of the Unit Forces in Canada.

Gabe- And you're Canadian?

You- Does it make a difference?

Cass- Uuh she's a tough...*talking to himself*

Gabe- How do you know Jack Morrison? He never mentioned you before?

You- Are you jealous, commander? *smirk* He never had a reason to mention my name.

Gabe- And what make you so special to come help Blackwatch? We make the dirty work here...

You- *laughs* I know, that's why I accepted... I'm the one who murder in cold blood, torture... first, I was trained to be a assassin and second, strike commander. I pass trought some good shit, commander Reyes. Trust me.

Genji- I trust her *wearing Bassie*

Cass- Give me the hat! *grab it putting back* Anyway! I need some coffee break, we'll leave both of you to speak a little bit more about...missions and...torture *wink and pull Genji with him together outside*

*After a few minutes, Gabriel and you leave the room and you spotted Cassidy coming out of the kitchen with another coffee mug, he stopped looking at you and smirk*

Cass- Howdy, miss.

You- Howdy...Jesse Mcgree...*cross your arms and smile* Changed your name?

Cass- Yeaah, you know...starting life from 0.

You- *smirk* It worked?

Cass- We will see *take a sip* Wanna a coffee?

You- No, thanks...*approching* I've heard that you were in Deadlock gang...*look at his tatto*

Cass- Well, old times! *laugh nervously* I mean, the boss there doesn't know I'm here yet, so...

You- Elizabeth Caledonia?

Cass- Oh...you know her.

You- I chased her for a long time, but now...whatever *fix his vestments* I could use you to catch her, but...I dont want to waste your charming, Cassidy.

Cass- M-My...My charming? Hehe...! *blushing*

You- *Grab him by the clothes pulling him to you* But if I catch you with Deadlock gang...you're a dead man! Understood?

Cass- Yes...! Yes! Of course! *swallow dry* Don't worry, strike commander, I will never be affiliate with Deadlock again, miss.

You- Good boy... *tap his chest and smile* You know...I always felt a little uneasy with cowboys *Playing with his collar*

Cass- Uneasy in a strong word, lady...*blushing* ~Why the hell I'm so fucking nervous around this woman?! I don't even know her! ~

You- Always so rebel and egocentric.

Cass- Don't believe in what you see in the movies *chuckles* I'm a cool cowboy.

You- You're a nice cowboy? *sexy voice taking your hand to his face feeling his face warmed*

Cass- Ye-yeah...*blushing harder* I'm...nice!

You- I always had a crush on you, Cassidy. Don't disappoint me...*pull his chest and smile walking away*

Cass- I...I...*laughing like a goofy* Yeah...I won't...*hearing something dripping and looking down, the coffee was dripping out of the mug* Wha...?! AH! My coffee! Clumsy cowboy! Dammit!

Genji- ...the fuck was that? *looking at him from the sofa*

Cass- Wha? Which part?

Genji- You literally turned you mug...are you ok?

Cass- *laughs* I'm feeling wonderful, partner! Hehehe!

*Later at Gabe's room*

Gabe- *laughs* She flirted with you? Really?

Cass- Yeah! I'm not lying!

Gabe- *take off his shirt* Right, you did not flirt with her? She did?

Cass- Yes!

Gabe- How can someone leave you so fucking embarrassed, Cole?

Cass- Her! She's so...! So everything!

Gabe- You just met her, Cassidy...

Cass- She knows me! And she said that always had crush on me!

Gabe- A crush on you?! Come on, Cassidy! *laughs*

Cass- She knows the Deadlock gang, God Dammit, Gabe! She were after Ashe a few years ago, I do even remember her talking about someone following all her tracks!

Gabe- Really? Oh, so she may have some stuffs about you.

Cass- Exactly, that's why! She have a crush on me *smirk* Got it?

Gabe- But you were a bandit.

Cass- She may like the bad guys *laugh*

Gabe- You're...not...a bad guy, Cass *holding laugh* Actually you're pretty nice for a bandit.

Cass- Hey, come on! I use to rob and...

Gabe- Kill innocents? I don't think so.

Cass- Ok, I do have a problem with being a actually bad guy! *lighting cigar and Gabe open the windows*

Gabe- *sighs* Well...so, what you gonna do? Hook up with her?

Cass- That would be interesting *walking close to the window*

*someone knock the door*

Gabe- Come in.

You- Excuse me *go in with some papers, look at Cassidy and smile* Well, am I interrupting something?

Gabe- No no...just talking. What is this?

You- Next mission, take a look yourself, commander.

Cass- Well...good thing you'll be with us this time *smirk looking outside the window*

You- *smirk* Yeah? It would be a good thing if you show up at my room tonight, Cassidy.

Cassidy- *look at you completely red, like the photo* Wh-what...?

Gabe- *surprised and trying not to laugh* ...!!

You- I need some cowboy to teach how to ride tonight...*wink and walk out the room closing the door*

Cass- *paralyzed*...oh...

Gabe- That was...*chuckle* insane!

Cass- I...I talk to you later...Commander...*getting out of the room* I got some...business to...take care.

Gabe- Take a good care, Cassidy, I'll only let you both do this time! *laughs*

Cass- Yeah yeah, whatever! *ran away*

Yeaah a short one! 1 shot! Yay! \o/

[wyattjohnston]

all fic | universe | gifs | exchanges

(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 4 Aug '24

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov

kinda hope they catch us

tyson jost

it’s me & you

out of ten

this is getting good now (series of one shots)

chicago

taylor hall

better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you*

colorado avalanche

gabriel landeskog

‘til you give me all your love

nathan mackinnon

the second time

you always did feel just like home

dallas stars

jake oettinger

the saddest thing i know

roope hintz

no sound worse than silence

tyler seguin

ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)

edmonton oilers

jeff skinner

your eyes look like coming home

leon draisaitl

lock in your love

florida panthers

matthew tkachuk

don't want to miss you like this

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes)

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

what am i to you?

nashville predators

nick blankenburg

need a little company

new jersey devils

dougie hamilton

i’ll bet you didn’t even know

jack hughes

make it weird

we all have our secrets

we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)

nico hischier

late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)

not perfect (but we were)

turbulent

new york islanders

mat barzal

all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)

uh oh

new york rangers

chris kreider

toward a feminine sea

philadelphia flyers

erik johnson

only all the time (series of one shots)

joel farabee

fell in love with you in stages

travis konecny

take me as i am (series of one shots)

pittsburgh penguins

anthony beauvillier

into moonlight (series of one shots)

kevin hayes

got a hold on me* (series of one shots)

how those rumours fly

ryan graves

never saw you coming

to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)

seattle kraken

andre burakovsky

dreamer (just like you)

we look good together*

jamie oleksiak

my picket fence

your eyes look like coming home

st louis blues

colton parayko

open your heart to me

kasperi kapanen

let's get these wheels in motion*

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner

give the stars something to watch

morgan rielly

sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)

william nylander

let's get these wheels in motion*

vancouver canucks

brock boeser

and i had silly dreams

take you one day at a time (series of one shots)

elias pettersson

been a long time coming

jake debrusk

stay forever

quinn hughes

closer than i ever even knew

let's finish what we started

until the light shines through

vegas golden knights

noah hanifin

the one who needs saving

washington capitals

nicklas backstrom

give up the game

pierre luc dubois

never said a thing

tom wilson

in the shadows & still want more

winnipeg jets

adam lowry

breaking all the rules

[amaranthhiding]

Samwena in 13x19 Funeralia

Excuse me while I fall into another obsessive Funeralia spiral. (I swear, every single time I rewatch any scenes, this episode gets me!) Or even better yet, join me on my descent!

When Dean tells Rowena that Sam is the one who's going to kill her in every single one of her books, she is hurt. Ruth's acting is absolutely phenomenal, you can see the hurt in every little change on Rowena's face. It even goes far enough for her to have that little lip and chin tremble.

Jared's acting is just as stellar because Sam's guilt over the whole thing is tangible in the air between them. He is so torn by guilt, he can barely look at her reaction for two seconds before he has to swallow and avert his gaze.

Then Sam tries to handcuff her, and she falls back into her pattern of trying to mask her hurt with humor. She thinks she managed it by proving her superiority with that astral projection stunt. She's fleeing in a wild run because of course she wants to avoid getting captured. But I think she's partly also trying to run away from this hurt by physically distancing herself from the place it happened, and especially from the person who caused it.

Note how at this point it doesn't seem to be her plan at all to abduct Sam in any way. She's just trying to run.

Then Sam catches up to her, and she doesn’t even try to flee or fight or use magic. She’s just standing there, frozen on the spot, like she has to know the truth. She has to know if he’d actually do it, but she can’t even face him while he makes his decision.

Sam struggles, he does. There are actual tears in his eyes.

And he realizes he can’t do it. Everything inside himself screams at him not to. He lets the weapon sink.

Thinking Sam has made up his mind, Rowena finally dares to turn around to look at him in a moment of connection because she thinks it’s safe.

That’s when the promise Sam has given Dean takes over that he’d put a bullet in Rowena if she breaks bad.

After the car talk with Rowena in 13x12, Sam finally admitted how helpless he’s feeling to Dean. Sam has failed over and over again this season, and nothing would work out the way he’d intended. He got knocked out like 6 times during the last few weeks and Dean had to come save him multiple times. Sam thinks he’s the one who got Kaia killed, and that he’s the one to blame for Jack being stuck in Apocalypse World. And just one episode ago, he let Gabriel go after using the archangel’s grace to heal him. When Dean found out, he reacted with an extremely volatile outburst of frustration targeted at Sam specifically, for giving away their last hope of saving their mom and Jack. That outburst was loud enough to actually make Sam wince. All of Sam’s choices this season leading up to this point have turned out so terribly wrong that it cost people’s lives.

So Sam allows Dean’s choice to overrule his own because he has lost every shred of trust in himself and his own decisions. Sam can’t let Dean down again, he can’t.

He raises the weapon back up and pulls the trigger.

Sam can’t believe what he just did. He doesn’t want to see Rowena’s corpse slump to the ground. But the outcome he was dreading did, in fact, not happen because she stopped that bullet. Sam can’t bear to see the expression on her face and hear the slight tremble in her voice.

For Rowena, the hurt cuts even deeper than before, burning more fiercely than anything she has experienced in a long time.

Nobody was supposed to be able to hurt her like this ever again. She thought she had fortified herself against it ever since that trauma all the way back with Crowley's father who broke her heart by leaving her. She'd had no idea that Sam possessed the ability to hurt her like this, that they'd somehow grown close enough for this to be possible at all. And now the hurt just won't stop, so she short-circuits and tries to make it stop in the way her old self has done over all these centuries... by lashing out at whoever is hurting her, and making sure they can never do it again.

Naturally, the way she chooses to do this is by... putting him to sleep and transporting him into her room (How even? Levitation?) where she busies herself with lighting all the candles until Sam comes back to his senses. Then she cuts into her own palm, tears his shirt open, and presses her blood onto Sam's bare chest right over his heart. You know, as you do. Completely normal way of attacking someone. Absolutely nothing to see here.

(Also note that while the whole thing did seem to hurt Sam because he groaned in pain, no mark whatsoever is left on his skin. Not a burn. Not a scratch. She made herself bleed, but not him.) Death appears, and while Rowena is claiming that what she's doing here is killing Sam Winchester, her body language is telling the exact opposite. Throughout the entire exchange, she's threatening Billie, not Sam, with the knife. The whole thing hilariously looks like she's defending Sam against Billie! Her body is in a very clear defensive pose and she's positioned exactly in front of Sam.

Even when she finally turns her attention from Billie to Sam, supposedly to make true on her threat to kill him, it's only her head that moves to look back over her shoulder, but her arm with the knife stays aimed at Billie.

That damn knife never even gets anywhere near Sam. Then it's entirely gone in the next shot, so she must have dropped it as soon as she realized there was no way in hell she would cut into Sam's skin with it.

She’s talking softly with Sam about Crowley, but she is so confused. At this point, her emotions are boiling so high she can't handle them at all any longer, so they burst out into the open in exactly the same way they did earlier when she targeted Sam's heart, but this far more violent outburst is aimed at the target that won’t take any harm.

She doesn't understand what's happening, why she can't kill Sam to make sure she's the one in control, why she can't make the hurt stop in the way she has always done in self-preservation over all these long centuries.

Billie is the one who has to put into words what has been so glaringly obvious through the whole scene to anyone other than Rowena herself. "You were never going to kill him. There was a time you would've, but not now."

That's when Rowena caves and finally admits to everyone including herself that she has no idea what to do with all these feelings, because the only way she knows how to handle them is no longer working. She doesn't even get back to her feet to defend herself when Dean bursts into the room, instead just cowering there with quiet sobs.

Sam is the one who stops Dean with a panicked-sounding warning call. Dean was in no danger whatsoever, not from Rowena and not from Billie who clearly just stated that the Winchesters were needed. So the only possible meaning I can read into Sam's call is that he's begging Dean not to shoot Rowena.

After a scene cut, Rowena is still sitting on the floor in a position very similar to the one she's been in ever since her breakdown, with Sam and Dean sitting opposite her. She has something to drink in front of her now, though. And hilariously, we see Sam reach into the fridge like he lives there to take a bottle for himself and Dean each, so I assume he's the one who handed out the drink to Rowena as well, trying to make everyone feel better.

He goes even further than that, asking both Dean and Rowena how they are feeling and getting them to talk openly. In addition to genuinely wanting to know how these people he cares about are feeling, I think what he's doing here is ensuring the waves are smoothed over enough that this will not be a repeat of the Amy Pond situation where Dean went back to kill the "monster".

Rowena asks, "Sam, what've I done?", sounding stifled and horrified like she thinks she has ruined their relationship forever, and she still hasn’t even fully stopped crying.

This is her way of both saying sorry and carefully testing out the waters of where they're standing after all of this. He gives her a look that I can seriously only describe as soft, telling her "You had a chance to kill me and you didn't. I'd call that progress."

The wording makes even more sense considering that Dean is sitting right next to them, so Sam is making a point of putting emphasis on the fact that she isn't a lost cause, that she isn’t something they have to hunt.

Then Sam goes so far as to tell her that it wasn't her fault what happened with Crowley, even though he must realize that's blatantly false and that her way of (not) parenting clearly had a strong influence on Crowley's fate. The way Sam says it with that frowny headshake and soft voice almost gives me the impression they're talking in code, and this is his veiled "I forgive you" in reply to her veiled apology from before.

This whole exchange is insanely gentle given the fact that they both just tried to kill each other. Yes, clearly neither of them wanted to kill the other, what with those tormented expressions on their faces when it happened and Sam firing only a single bullet (which was probably his loophole way of justifying to himself that he kept his word to Dean without actually getting Rowena killed.) But still, it's remarkable how soft this conversation is after the insanity of this episode.

When Dean begins one of his motivational speeches for Rowena, Sam listens quietly, knowing he has won. He has accomplished his goal of making sure Rowena is no longer on Dean's kill list. And only after that, Sam proceeds to say the most outrageous thing possible in this situation, complimenting Rowena on her deadliness and luring the first real smile out of her still tear-streaked face. And with that one seemingly crazy comment, he cements towards her that things between them are fine and that he accepts her despite her past.

(I'm in awe of Sam's emotional intelligence.)

When Rowena asks if they think she can still be redeemed, Sam waits and lets Dean go first, even though one can basically see Sam itch to get his own reassurance out. His mouth even opens! But he has to know for sure first that Dean really has no ill will towards Rowena any longer.

And because he actually trusts her and wants to show both her and Dean that he does, he nips a potential future conflict in the bud by openly telling her the truth that Lucifer is back instead of somehow hiding that fact from her. Dean comments in a way that shows clearly he thought she was going to freak out at this piece of information, but Sam just sits there with a calm face because he trusted that she would not.

Even with everything that's at stake for Sam (they need Rowena to find Gabriel to save Mary and Jack), even after the way Gabriel let him down just one episode prior and Sam's willingness to trust in the good in people has buried them in a whole pile of problems, Sam still wants the relationship between Rowena and him to be based on open trust from here on out. So he gives her the truth about Lucifer, knowing fully well how traumatic it is for both of them.

And Rowena in turn takes that offered trust and returns it to Sam in the most outrageous way possible, finding solace in the fact that he, not Lucifer, is the one prophesied to kill her. Because Rowena is the living proof that his blind faith in the good in people was never wrong, Sam is suddenly shown to have hope and self-esteem again “You changed other people’s fates, maybe we can change yours,” after he had all but abandoned any kind of it following his interactions with Gabriel and Dean in the episode before this one. (He couldn’t even get out anything but stutters when they called Rowena at the beginning of this episode and Dean had to steal the call from him, that’s how low Sam was!)

And Rowena is so touched by still being trusted and accepted despite everything that of course she agrees to help them save their family, when at the start of the episode she had still refused because she was busy trying to save hers.

I... am not okay? Help?

[veryace-ficrecs]

overwatch. cass/hanzo, genji + zen (found family + like adoptive father zen shit is goooooood for my soul), moira/mercy (especially when they actually hate each other), brothers zen + ramatra (but cute when they were at the monastery stuff (or angst ur choice lol)), hog/rat, junker queen being bby girl, mei being competent, anything else u think i would like lol. anything and everything plz

I'll do my best!! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Overwatch Fic Recs

Cass/Hanzo

In Hot Pursuit by AsheRhyder - Rated G

Cassidy can flirt, but he's never had someone actually take him up on the offers his silver tongue makes. Hanzo is determined to win whatever game they're playing, especially when the prize is a flustered cowboy. Gabriel and Jack just want to play cards.

Cup Noodles by Kalikuks - Rated G

Cassidy meets Hanzo's spirit dragons in person.

Unaddressed by robocryptid - Rated T

He gave twelve years of his life to the original Overwatch. He’s seen dozens of MIA cases, investigated more than a few of them himself. It’s not new. It’s just that now the organization’s so small; it makes it feel a lot more personal. Winston gave the order. He can’t argue with the logic that he’s the one whose background best fits this particular task. But it was Genji asking him directly — trusting him with this in a way he knows it’s hard for Genji to trust — that made him agree to it. So he rummages through Hanzo’s desk in search of anything that could help.

Perspective Shift by mataglap - Rated T

Cassidy has a bad day, and then he has an even worse day. Hanzo tries to provide comfort and accidentally goes the extra mile.

Heartless by AsheRhyder - Rated T

Once upon a time, a wicked sorcerer cut out his heart and sealed it away. He hid it in a needle, put the needle in an egg, put the egg in a duck, put the duck inside a rabbit, and put the rabbit in a box on an island at the end of the world. So long as his heart was safe, nothing could kill him. Or so the legends say, anyway. Nowadays, people know what a silly story that was. Nobody bothers with rabbits anymore. Cole Cassidy has no heart.

Just Shy of a Gun by helo572 - Rated T

“Hanzo!” Winston's voice, all of a sudden, like static in his ears. Hanzo takes another breath, deeper this time to orientate himself. The air catches in his throat. “Hanzo, you've been hit! Single bullet wound, multiple punctures, exit wound. I'm reading an inferior vena cava rupture and damage to...” His voice trickles into white noise, ringing in Hanzo's ears.  “Oh,” he whispers to himself.

Second Thoughts (A Monster with Two Heads and One Heartbeat) by AsheRhyder - Rated M

Hanzo knew three things about the gunslinger with absolute certainty: 1.) That he was ruggedly handsome 2.) That he was dangerous 3.) That he was not human It probably said a lot about him that he was more concerned about the first thing than the other two.

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Genji & Zenyatta

forward out into the day by burningdarkfire - Rated T

As the years pass, Genji finds what it means to live again.

A tale through Seasons by Lacertae - Rated T

Zenyatta is not one to allow anything to stop him -especially not something as small as a virus.

Hands covered in Blood (Thank god it's not yours) by SlGMA - Rated T

His hands had been covered in blood for a long time. He wanted peace. He wanted to be comfortable. He wanted a proper home but his family, his kin were dying. So he would fight. Sometimes in times of war however, people lose sight of the ones that matter the most. It takes going through hell and back to realize how important they really are.

of the fleeting year by ApatheticRobots - Rated T

He was not surly, or standoffish, or indiscriminately violent. He was an absolute menace. As Zenyatta had discovered, and would continue to discover. (Winter at the Sanctum is a rambunctious affair.)

Blue by Naopao - Rated G

He follows her into the shop, tilts his head at her smile, joy infectious as they view the display. Life is so fleeting, so fragile.

But it is also glorious, spontaneous.

it comes around by tanyart - Rated G

Genji finds himself back in his old body, ten years in the past. He meets Zenyatta again for the second time in his life.

The Sparrow, The Rabbit, and the Arcade Cabinet by BoltGSR - Rated T

This is a story about the comforts of old pastimes, the ways atonement can warp into self-loathing, and the fear of reconnection. But it's mostly a story about Genji getting dunked on by D.Va so hard he drags Zenyatta across the entire globe trying to prove he's not owned.

Look who came for lunch. by takumiraine - Rated T

There is a fable about two dragon brothers. They get into a fight over a mortal and bring great harm to themselves and the towns around them. Ashamed or injured, they flee their home and have not been heard from since.

Zenyatta manages to find someone, or someTHING that reminds him of that fable.

Though it is in the same verse as the rest of 'The Dinner Series' it can be read alone with no issues

Though the Mountain is Tall by Moonsheen - Rated G

Genji adjusts to life in Nepal. Genji adjusts to Tekhartha Zenyatta.

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Moira/Mercy

Antipode by Mogatrat - Rated E

Angela Ziegler joins Overwatch without a second thought, fueled by her desire to help people in need. She isn't expecting her new colleague, Dr. Moira O'Deorain, to challenge her and wear her down. Especially when catastrophe strikes.

On Losing a Reputation by CyborgShepard - Rated E

Everything in Moira’s life has a place, and she makes sure that in order to keep herself sane the facets of her life don’t bleed into one another. But she’s here, at her best friend’s boozy house party, with the suddenly not-so-taboo person that Moira’s entire life seems to circumnavigate.

Third Kind by Flosscandies - Rated E

Angela and Moira have met many different times, but one of their meetings changed their views on each other.

To be at odds by CountDraluka - Rated T

Angela has her first kiss at the age of 23.

Silver Suits The Devil by CountDraluka - Rated M

“To be burdened with a love spell… I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy, sorceress. But I’m not a miracle worker, or a charitable person, nor do I attempt to be either”, she says, and her words come out kinder than intended. She tells herself it is to soften the disappointment. Perhaps there is a part deep inside her, a part chained to dungeon walls along the row of all her repressed urges and desires, that is relieved to be finally accused of all the crimes she worked so hard to commit. Witch of the Wilds - the title suits her.

Heart of Oasis by Ludlovescake - Rated T

"That’s how she found herself in Oasis, that’s why she was at the conference and that was why she was now looking into the eyes of a woman she had thought she might never meet again. Moira O’Deorain. " Angela is attending a medical conference in Oasis and runs into an old rival. Talon interrupts.

Epistolary by anna_thema - Not Rated

After everything that went wrong with Overwatch, Moira and Angela are drawn together across the world.

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Junkrat/Roadhog

Gaining Experience by ArmsShanks - Rated T

Jamieson Fawkes doesn't have a whole lot going on. He decides to play a video game. Maybe he'll make a friend. Or something like that.

Cumulative by FormlessVoidbeast - Rated M

For the first few days, Roadhog enjoyed the increasing quiet from Junkrat. The loss of energy, of appetite, the way Junkrat's patchy hair was falling out in chunks - it all should have clued Roadhog in. He should have realized sooner that something was very wrong.

A Phantom Pain in the Ass by PomegranatePomsom - Rated T

Junkrat gets some pains. Junkrat gets some help.

Just Trust In Me by Krasimer - Rated T

Mako kept his eyes closed, his arms propped up on the sides of the tub as he allowed his body to relax in the water. From Junkrat, he could hear a small splashing noise as the man tested the water with a few of his fingers, probably flicking them through the surface quickly. When he felt the surface ripple, he smirked. "If you're going to get in, you need to remove your prosthetics." The pause made the air itself go still as Junkrat considered it.

Burning The Wick At Both Ends by PrettyQueerDear - Rated T

Roadhog needed to look tough not just for his reputation, but for his partner's safety. That was hard to do when Junkrat kept trying to make him laugh and show his soft side. Or the one where everyone asks "Why hasn't Roadhog killed Junkrat?" because they can't see that the trash boys are in love.

In Which Junkrat Fucks up his Prosthetic for the Hundredth Time by Hirose - Rated T

…and Roadhog carries him home.

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Junkerqueen-Centric

Wrecking Ball's Reckoning by TrashFr0g - Rated T

The Queen of Junkertown is tasked with dealing with a rat. A 'big' rat. It puts up a better fight than she thought it would.

And the Queen That Was One by TrashFr0g - Rated G

Junkertown had no stars in it's sky, but that didn't mean it couldn't have any inside it.

Are You Smarter Than a Hamster? by TrashFr0g - Rated G

The Queen of Junkertown was unlike any other human Hammond knew before. She was a fighter, strong, tough, and fierce… and she wasn't smart. For some reason that detail seemed to bother him more than it bothered her.

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

28 DAYS: FINAL CHAPTER

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Mrs. Butters (mentioned), Jack Kline, Meg Masters, Billie Pilgrim, Pamela Barnes, Rowena Macleod, Gabriel, Crowley (seen but not heard), Missouri Mosely, Alex Jones (seen but not heard), Lydia, Emma Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Casey Wood, Jo Harvelle/Victor Henriksen/Nick Iblis/Zeke Gadreel (mentioned), Sam and Jess Winchester (mentioned), Tessa Porter

Warnings/tags for this chapter: if you've read this far, you're golden xox

Words in this chapter: 5K

Author's note: Cute Sparkle Gryphon Meme

Emma driving is for @stusbunker. Love you, sis.

Thank you to Stu and to my 12yr ride or die @brrose-apothecary for read-throughs and late-night convos and for being my friends.

CHAPTER TEN

A week to the day before Dean is to be released, he and the others say goodbye to Jack. Mrs. Butters in the kitchen helps Dean bake and decorate a cake with a very cool screen print of Red Hood that Pamela found online, and Meg commandeers Jack's phone to add Pamela's, Dean's, and her own contact info to his address book.

"Hope you don't mind if I call you sometime, kid," Dean mutters. 

There's a tight, heavy knot in his chest that he can't loosen. He wants to keep in touch with Jack so he can celebrate his successes. He doesn't want to be the old Dean who keeps in touch out of fear that Jack will stumble with no one around to catch him.

But deeply woven within that knot is an intense foreboding, stoking Dean's fear of letting Jack walk out the door.

"Of course," Jack answers, distracted by his pinging phone, telling him his Uber is one minute down the street. "I'll text you."

Dean nods and chews his lip. "We can trade me-mes," he says, watching the kid not watch him. 

Dean has to actively restrain himself from pushing the flop of hair from across Jack's forehead and demanding the kid's attention. The knot spirals around his organs and rib cage into his gut.

"Meme," Meg says, trying to help Jack straighten the strap of his bag.

"What?" Dean asks.

"It's pronounced meme. Like theme," Meg answers, stepping back into place next to him.

Dean shakes his head as his heart jolts and dives at the sight of the white Honda pulling up in front of the big glass doors.

"Good luck, Jacky." Rowena appears at Dean's other side, looping an arm through the crook of Dean's elbow. "We'll miss you, sweet boy."

Meg mirrors Rowena, hooking her arm through Dean's. Dean drops his chin to his chest with a sigh, realizing how transparent his anxiety is to his friends.

"Ciao, baby," Meg bids the teenager a farewell, watching him stumble over his own sneakers toward the door.

"Bye, guys," Jack calls with a wave. "And thanks for the cake; it was really good!"

And then he's gone.

Dean starts a list of everyone with whom he needs to make amends. Emma's at the top of that list, so he always remembers how far he's come and can fall.

Castiel is the closest second.

Before Emma walked in on him with Max and Anna last year, Dean could sleep at night by telling himself he hadn't imposed on anyone or lied, cheated, or stolen. He told himself that he cleaned up his own messes and that he was just fine with death, closure, and a whole fuckin' bottle of Jack. 

Then he broke his little girl's heart. 

"Do you think you were trying to prove something to Castiel that day?" Billie asked.

"I think you know what I was doin'. Why don't you tell me what I was tryna prove?"

Billie was right as usual; Dean wanted to prove to Cas that he wasn't worthy of Cas's respect. Dean knew that kid was going to die if someone didn't go in there — and probably even if someone did — and he decided to be the kamikaze pilot because fuck everybody who still had faith in him; he wasn't worth their concern.

"The list!" Meg plops into a seat next to him with two cups of coffee. "Dean Bean, that list is hella long. You should pare it back for your first round."

She takes a sip of her coffee, handing him his as she peers over the rim of her cup.

Dean chuckles, shaking his head. "Every single person I think of makes my stomach hurt."

"Did you show it to Billie yet?" Meg slides her stocking feet into Dean's lap.

"Not yet. Meetin' with her in 10." He twists in his seat to accommodate her.

Meg nods. "Drink your coffee and keep me entertained ‘til you gotta go."

She burrows into her seat with an impish grin, and Dean smirks back as he sets to work, kneading her heels and thumbing the knotted muscles in her arches.

Four days after Jack, Meg is discharged. Pamela decides to stay beyond her discharge date for extra support from Billie and Cain. 

After their morning hike, Meg and Pamela say their goodbyes, and Pamela heads to Billie's office to plan another family session for the coming weekend. 

Dean waits with Meg for her sister Dani's arrival. Meg is keyed up and wide-eyed in the best way. Her fresh face is framed with braids on either side, compliments of Pamela, her sky blue backpack secured over her (Dean's) too-big hoodie, scuffed-up but neatly tied hiking boots, and softly worn jeans. 

Dean thinks she looks like she's headed off to college with her entire life ahead of her, and he thinks that look is fitting as fuck.

"I put Dani's number in your phone; she still has a landline." Meg rolls her eyes as she absently twists the straps of her backpack.

Mere days before Meg was admitted to rehab, Dani inherited their childhood home and land after months of legal battles surrounding the farm. After she and Meg made amends, they planned to renovate the old farmhouse together. Meg told Dean how thankful she is to have the project to keep her on her toes, not to mention her adopted niece Kaia. 

Meg's phone chimes with a text from Dani.

"She's just around the corner," Meg breathes, flicking her eyes to meet Dean's. "Three days?"

"You got it, sister." Dean pulls her in for a hug. "I'll be outta here, and we'll be 2.1 together. Right?"

"Right."

Last week, Dean and Meg realized that they had grown up less than 10 miles apart. There's not even one excuse Dean can think of to not continue their morning hikes and coffee at least once a week, and he can't wait to witness Meg's inevitable bloom outside this place. 

He sees Dani pull up and releases Meg. 

"Keep an eye on PB," Meg murmurs, pulling away and not quite meeting Dean's eyes.

Dean nods silently as Meg drops her gaze to her feet and shuffles toward the door.

"Goodbye, love!" Rowena calls from the lobby's catwalk, and Meg looks up with a wide grin and a wave.

"Take care, kiddo!" Gabe waves from beside Rowena, with Crowley lurking behind them both.

Dean wins Meg's gaze one last time before she finally climbs up inside her sister's Jeep. 

"How are you feeling about everything, Dean?" Billie asks.

He's nervous and excited, a little bit scared but mostly hopeful. He's determined to make amends with people and looks forward to seeing his little girl outside therapy and hugging his niece and nephew.

"Good," Dean answers.

Dean doesn't fool himself into believing he can repair all of his faults in 28 days. His provisional relationship with Billie was hard-won. He respects her knowledge and advice, but he'll never be open enough with her to tell her everything.

"Good," she replies. "Don't forget — 90 meetings in 90 days. Look for a sponsor..."

Billie rattles off the rules that Dean used to consider common sense. After the last few weeks, though, Dean has realized how bogus the phrase common sense is because so many people walk around without knowledge that Dean's taken for granted since he can remember knowing anything. The fact that that phrase masquerades itself as a universal truth is kind of bullshit, in Dean's opinion.

"Yeah, I remember: how long have they been sober; are they full of shit; do I like them—"

"You know I have to say these things, right?" Billie smirks and arches a brow.

Dean chuckles and nods. "Am I stealin' your thunder?"

Billie actually laughs.

The night before he leaves, Dean does all his laundry except his pajamas and packs his bag. He leaves the bag on what was Jack's bed six days ago, denying the 47th urge to call the kid because he promised himself he wouldn’t call Jack before Jack called him. 

In the dark of night, the emotions he accepted earlier at face value become garbled and daunting. He starts to see the edges of rational thought being peeled back by the demons lurking in his subconscious, slithering out to tell him that he's foolish and undeserving and will fail.

The sober experience of his darker cognition is fascinating and frightening. He takes a good chunk of time lying there, stunned to his core that he was ever blind enough to fall for this.

"Fuck off," he mutters as he rolls to his side. "I'm gettin' the fuck outta here and on with my life."

The next morning, Dean and Pamela go for a hike like usual. They have coffee, and she sits with him while he smokes.

"You gonna be OK?" he asks.

"What, without you and Megan, the 2.1 twins?"

Dean startles at Pamela's tone and arched brow.

He never meant for anyone, not even Crowley, to hear his and Meg's 2.1 mantras. It was never about their lack of faith in anyone else. It was always about their bond and shared need to hear it from the other one to get them through.

"You're not subtle, either of you," she drolls, shifting her gaze to the woods. 

"PB..."

"It's fine, Dean." She peeks back at him. "And, yes, I'll be fine, too. Once I get my ground legs back and earn more trust from my mother-in-law."

"Sammy can help, ya know," Dean reminds her of when Sam visited and heard her case. He told Dean on the spot that he wanted to help her, and Dean wasted no time relaying the message and ensuring Pamela had Sam's phone number and email address.

"He can, legally, and I'll call him." Pamela nods, keeping her eyes on the wooded area just beyond the deck where she and Dean had just walked and laughed. "But Jesse's mom hasn't let me forget for one second how much she doesn't trust me."

Dean doesn't take his eyes off Pamela's trembling profile. "Then make her."

Pamela blinks and inhales a stuttering breath before glancing over at Dean with watery eyes. She sniffles as she accepts Dean's open, outstretched hand to squeeze. 

"Thank you," she whispers, letting the tears fall. "I'm gonna miss you, ya little shit."

Dean laughs as he pulls her in for a hug.

At 12:25 PM, Pamela is seated on the desk, arching across the expanse to help Alex pick a dress for her sorority's spring formal, Rowena is explaining to Missouri the plot of the last murder mystery she starred in, and Gabriel is practically gnawing Dean's ear from the side of his head with small-talk. 

"Gabe?"

"Yeah, man," Gabe turns to face Dean head-on, cracking his knuckles and bouncing on his toes.

"I'm gonna need you to dial back the Tigger impression by at least five clicks, OK, because I'd like to be somewhat chill when my kid gets here to pick me up."

"Oh! Right. Yes." Gabe salutes Dean before shoving his hands in his pockets and turning back to watch the door. He mutters chill to himself a couple of times before the familiar deep blue BMW rolls up in front of the door.

"Oh, my word, look at that," Rowena marvels as she and Pamela join Dean and Gabe at the door. "The wee lass is all grown up! Ye must be so proud, Dean."

Dean nods. Emma's a gift that he'll work the rest of his life to deserve getting, and he'll always be proud of her. But his heart fumbles over the fact that he missed the milestone of being the one to teach her to drive.

Lydia steps out of the passenger side, waving from the curb.

"Well, go on," Pamela encourages Dean. "Get out there and show 'em what you're made of, Daddy."

Dean's heart swells to near bursting as he hugs everyone goodbye, including Missouri and Alex.

"You take good care of yourself, Dean Winchester," Missouri says with a kind Missouri smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he nods before scanning the faces of his friends and walking out the door into his future.

"How's the Casbah sound?" Lydia asks from the back seat.

Dean loves the Casbah, and Lydia knows that, but he can't answer her; he's too busy watching his baby girl drive a fucking car.

Lydia shifts forward as Emma signals, checks her mirrors, and carefully changes lanes. 

"Pretty wild, huh?" she mutters over Dean's shoulder. "Just yesterday, you were teaching her to ride a bike."

Dean huffs a small chuckle and nods his head. "Straight from a trike to a two-wheeler. No trainin’ wheels for my girl."

Emma rolls her eyes over a blush and a sheepish grin. "So. Casbah?"

"Casbah," Dean confirms with a grin of his own, turning his shaded gaze toward the horizon.

"Hi," he starts, glancing around a circle of people of all ages and walks of life. "I'm... Dean. And I'm an alcoholic and addict."

"Hi, Dean," from the crowd.

Dean nods and draws a deep breath, struggling to keep his head up and maintain eye contact with each person. Ugly fears and insecurities threaten his spirit, but he shoos them away.

"I'm 28 days sober, and I feel... good. Went to dinner with my little girl tonight. She and her mom're waitin' for me down the street at the ice cream place." 

The strangers in the circle fidget, mumble, and nod. The tension he feels is all about himself and his inability to just blend the fuck in. He knew doing this all over again with a new group of people would be hard. Then, his eyes land on a burly, bearded guy with clear blue eyes and an encouraging smile. He holds the man’s gaze like it’s a life raft.

“I’ve only been out a few hours, so I still have to call and apologize to everyone for fuckin’ up so bad.”

The man nods, shifting forward in interest. The kind of attention the man is giving him might make him feel like a bug under a microscope under other circumstances, but the man’s earnest compassion and engagement serve to embolden Dean.

“The first call’s the biggest, but they’ll all be tough. My buddy — my best friend and former boss — that’s kinda the eye of the storm. I think if I call him first, that’ll help me get through the others.”

It feels good to think out loud and strategize, knowing his audience has been there and done that. Dean’s especially keen to learn where his potential new friend has been.

After the meeting is done, Dean makes his way over to the man in question. There are two other people trying to talk to him, and Dean starts to worry that he’s one of those guys Billie told him about who accepts everyone’s sponsorship request for status or whatever.

“...I know someone I think’ll be a good fit f’you, Sorento. Lemme reach out and see when he might could grab a cuppa coffee.”

“Thanks, Benny. Never thought my sponsor’d fall off the wagon, ya know?”

“I hear ya, brother, and I’m sorry. You take care, and I’ll get right back, ya hear?”

The taller, darker-skinned man nods before backing away, and the other person Dean thought was waiting to talk to Benny follows.

“Hey, Dean.” Benny smiles, extending a hand. “I’m Benny. Glad you could make it tonight.”

Dean nods, accepting Benny’s hand and shaking it. “Thanks, man. I appreciate your support.”

“You’ve got it, brother.” 

They chat about the ins and outs of meetings and sobriety for a few minutes until Dean realizes that Emma and Lydia are still waiting for him. 

“Well, I gotta go catch up with my daughter, but uh... thanks again.” 

Dean shifts his weight, having flashbacks to his teen years and the first time he asked someone out on a date.

“But I was wonderin’ if you were a sponsor to anyone else? Or... if you had room for one more?”

Benny smiles wide and bright. “It’d be an honor, Dean. What’s your number?”

On his first full day outside, at 9 AM, Dean starts dialing numbers.

"Hey, Cas," he pauses to cringe at the tremor in his too-eager voice. "It's uh... it's Dean."

There's a split second of silence, and Dean almost hangs up.

"I know, Dean. I have your contact in my phone with a picture of you and Claire from Thanksgiving."

The memory of that day is bittersweet to Dean for a dozen reasons, not the least of which was Claire's mental health at the time. She'd run away from home less than a week after her mom lost her months-long battle with ovarian cancer. Cas had just gotten Claire back and decided to have a small gathering at their home to celebrate her return.

Claire didn't feel like celebrating.

"He just doesn't understand," Claire whispered through the tears that Dean worked overtime to wipe away.

"Maybe he doesn't understand exactly how you feel, honey, but he does love you."

"Does he even miss her?" Her trembling lip broke Dean's heart all over again.

"I know he misses her. He loved your mom, Claire. So much."

"He's so... happy."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. 'Coz you're home. You're his little girl and his only family. Try to understand that." 

"Dean? Are you— are you there?"

Dean jolts from his reverie and shrugs off Cas's matter-of-fact mention of that day lest it gives his demons the upper hand again.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. I'm calling..." Dean takes a deep breath and looks out his kitchen window to watch a couple of squirrels chasing each other through the parking lot. 

"Cas, I'm sorry. You're my best friend, and I love and respect you, but I defied your order and endangered the team. I broke at least four laws that day and put you and the department under scrutiny 'coz of my own fucked up mess. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out that I could help myself and that I'm worth helping, and to stop hurting other people."

Cas is quiet for longer this time. Dean yearns to fill the silence or turn back time or run away and hide. Instead, he breathes through it and waits for whatever response Cas gives him because this is sobriety.

"You made it.” Cas’s tone is full of pride and satisfaction.

Dean anticipated 17 scenarios, but this takes him off-guard. Before he can ask what he means, Cas fills in the blank.

"I read about rehab and the likelihood of people making it through their prescribed programs. The statistics are 30%—"

"Yeah, and my group was only seven people, so 30% is 2.1." Dean can't help but chuckle. Cas doesn't know about his and Meg’s joke, but it doesn't matter because Cas is family, and family just gets it. 

"Well, apart from the impossibility of the existence of .1 of a human being, it's good to hear your voice, Dean. I missed you."

Dean smiles so wide his face hurts. "Missed you too, man. How's Claire?"

Through Cas's heavy sigh, Dean can hear the smile in his voice. "Claire is Claire. She missed you as well. Once you're settled, we want you to come over for dinner."

Cas doesn't rebuke Dean. He doesn't rehash the past. He doesn't tell Dean he can't come back to work — because Cas knows that Dean already knows all of that, and neither of them has time for anything but catching up and reconnecting.

"I'd love it," Dean replies. "Thank you. For accepting my apology and letting me say what I needed."

"Always. I knew you'd make it and that our relationship would endure another shift. We will always be friends, Dean."

After his call with Cas, Dean calls Bobby and Ellen. They're less gracious than Cas with their acceptance, which doesn't surprise Dean.

"You were supposed to protect your team, Dean, not put them in danger!"

Dean doesn’t argue, and he doesn’t make excuses. He listens to Ellen yell and damn him to Hell until she’s crying so hard that Bobby takes the phone away from her.

As Ellen’s sobs fade in the distance, Bobby speaks. “How you holdin’ up, boy?”

“I’m good, Bobby. Thanks for takin’ my call.”

“Never wouldn’t,” Bobby answers. “Stay strong, kid. We both love ya; she just needs some time.”

“I love you, too, Bobby — both of ya.”

Jo flat-out blocks his call. Her resistance surprises him even less than her mother’s ire. He won’t give up on Jo, no matter how hard she makes it for him. He knows deep down that she hasn’t given up on him either.

Casey’s gasp is her answer. 

“Case.”

“You OK?”

“I am. Now.” 

He lets the memories of her soft, dark eyes and gentle, capable hands loving him more than he could bear carry him through the call.

“I’m sorry, Case. I hurt you so many times, and I never made it easy to be with me. You’re a beautiful, beautiful woman, whip fuckin’ smart, and so good.”

“We’ve been over this, Dean...”

Dean doesn’t cut in where she’s left a vacancy. He won’t take advantage of her anymore. He waits for her to pick up her thoughts. He wants her to say what she means.

And she does.

“Dean, I... I’ll never regret you or resent you.”

After a moment.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and Dean knows she’s crying.

He calls Victor, Nick, and Zeke, each awkward, compulsory, and hostile, respectively, but being uncomfortable is Dean’s new normal. And, for some reason, he kind of digs it. So, he’ll continue to make amends, no matter how it makes him feel.

After a week outside, Dean and Meg finally find a hiking trail they like and a coffee place they love before hitting the Lowe's Garden Center.

“Is this a joke?” Meg pokes at the limp lavender plant with indignation. “I can’t even believe they have this out for sale.”

“What do you care? We’re not here for lavender.” 

Dean wanders a few paces down the aisle. He’s never tended a plant in his life, so he researched and decided on a spider plant to start.

“Maybe I’m here for lavender.” Meg continues to inspect the small section of drooping topiaries.

Dean stops and glares at her over his shoulder. “You told me you wanted a buncha succulents. You said you wanted a ‘cool little terrarium’ or some shit.”

“Maybe I decided to also get lavender.” Meg shrugs, lifting one of the pathetic florals.

“Now that you’ve seen the stellar selection of lavender?” Dean arches a brow.

“Maybe I want a challenge,” she mutters, squatting with one plant to compare it to another.

“Maybe, maybe, maybe...” Dean rolls his eyes and turns smack into Castiel.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Cas!” Dean takes a step back, gripping Cas’s shoulders. He can’t believe his luck at seeing him while he’s with Meg.

“Hey, this is my friend, Meg.”

He motions to Meg, who is now sitting cross-legged on the ground with three dead plants in front of her. 

“Meg..." Dean snaps her to attention. "This is Cas.”

Meg blinks up at the men from where she sits on the ground. 

“Well. Hello, Cas.” 

She abandons her brief fascination to stand up and swipe her jeans and hands clean before shaking Castiel’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The fire chief looks adorably confused as usual, as he takes her hand in his. “And I have heard nothing about you.”

Meg side-eyes Dean, and he almost laughs out loud. She’ll drag him later for not telling Castiel about her, but the only reason he didn’t was to let her show him herself.

“Whatcha here for, Cas?” Dean watches his friends reluctantly release each other’s grip.

“Tomato plants and strawberry plants. You know how much sun our side patio gets.”

Dean nods. Before he can reply, his phone buzzes with a text. It’s the notification he set for Pamela, and his gaze darts to Meg, who’s pulling her own phone from her back pocket.

“Hang on, Cas — got a message I need to look at.” Dean pulls his phone from his pocket. When he looks down, his world tilts.

Jack’s back.

“Fuck,” Dean mutters with a sigh before snagging Meg’s worried gaze.

“I take it you’ve received bad news?” Cas asks.

“Well, it ain’t good,” Dean replies, pocketing his phone. “Dinner Thursday?”

“Yes. Claire wants dumplings. I’ve had two failed trial runs making them, so it could be an... interesting meal.”

Meg snorts at Dean’s side, drawing his attention. “Cas’s a terrible cook.”

“No shit?” Meg exaggerates with her hands on her hips.

“I need to go — get the plants and ingredients for tonight’s test.”

Meg stifles a cackle, and Dean hip-checks her. “OK, well, lemme know if I can help with the dumplings, Cas.”

They say their goodbyes, and barely before Castiel is out of earshot, Meg starts in. 

"You didn't tell me your 'weird little friend Cas' was hot, Dean."

Dean chuckles and rolls his eyes. "I thought it was implied when I said you'd like him, Megan. Just gather your sad little flowers so we can go."

“Meh, I want succulents.” 

Dean spends the entire rest day bashing himself for waiting to call Jack. He wanted to give the kid space. He wanted to respect him, and... fuck, he can’t save everyone.

He calls Benny so he doesn’t drag Meg down his rabbit hole.

“Whaddaya want outta this, Dean? To call the kid and gloat?” Benny asks.

Dean cringes. “Is that what it sounds like?”

“Little bit.”

“Man, I’m not tryna be a martyr here; he’s a kid!” Dean really believes what he’s saying just as much as he tries to see what Benny sees.

“He’s a kid, but he ain’t yours, and he ain’t you. Remember your boundaries and your goals.”

Benny’s right, and Dean’s reminded of why he chose him to be his sponsor.

“Thanks, Benny. Thanks for takin’ my call, and thanks for being a great sponsor.” 

That night, Dean stumbles across something online that stuns him for a second. It’s labeled as Cute Gryphon Sparkle Meme. It’s a greyscale drawing of a cartoon gryphon with a sort of paint-by-number chart of how to color it based on your own interpretation of the instructions like “the color that best describes ‘cute’” and “the color that first comes to your head”.

Dean shares the link with Jack, hoping he gets his phone back soon so he can appreciate just how cute it is.

One month, eight hikes with Meg, and three trips to the garden center for more plants (because Dean has now decided that he fucking loves plants) later, a familiar, feminine voice jolts Dean from his reverie in the produce section.

“Dean?” 

He turns from where he’s filling his hand cart with all he needs for the guacamole he’s bringing to Sam and Jess’s tomorrow to find Tessa Porter.

“Tessa!” Dean smiles easily at her smile and how she moves closer to him without hesitation. 

She’s fresh-faced, her hair’s in a ponytail, and she’s wearing workout clothes. Dean drops three good-sized avocados into his basket and turns his back on the vegetables to focus on the woman facing him.

“You look great, Dean. How’ve you been?”

“Thanks! You just come from the gym? You look great, too. Not at all like you just worked out or anything, but fit. Like healthy. And glowing.”

He bites his tongue to stop from shoving his foot down his gullet.

Tessa grins and chuckles quietly, peeking into his basket. “Yoga class. Making some guac?”

Dean draws a breath and nods, looking down at his ingredients. “Yeah. My brother requested it for a cookout tomorrow. He says I make the best guac in three counties.”

Tessa tilts her head and purses her lips. “Hmm. I’ll have to try it sometime.” 

She snags Dean’s gaze, and he’s suddenly out of breath. 

Does she know what he did? Is she hitting on him? Have her eyes always been that color?

“Yeah. I’d uh... I’d like to make it for you sometime.”

Dean swears her irises change color as they stand there — honey to jade to turquoise to cerulean.

After a few beats, Tessa raises her eyebrows. “Are you going to ask me for my number?”

Dean blinks then chuckles, shaking his head. “I gotta ask somethin' else first — you know about rehab, right?”

Tessa nods. “I know. And I know you aren’t supposed to date right away, but... I’d like to be friends. If that’s OK? I’ve missed seeing you around, Dean.”

“Friends,” he echoes skeptically.

He and Tessa never discussed dating before because it would have been against department policy, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with her every chance he had. Still, they had a genuine connection — which is the real reason, even in Dean’s most reckless state, that he never crossed a line with her.

Tessa nods again. “For now — friends. Think you can handle that?”

Dean holds her soft, kaleidoscope gaze for a moment before shifting his basket to his other arm and reaching into his pocket for his phone. 

“Here.” He hands his unlocked phone to Tessa. “I would very much like it if you’d add yourself to my contacts so I can call ya sometime.”

Tessa grins again as she accepts the proffered device to quickly input her name and number. She flicks her eyes to his again as she hands him back his phone.

“I look forward to hearing from you. See you soon, Dean.”

Tessa looks him up and down before turning on her heel and sauntering away.

Dean’s eyes drop to the sway of her hips, and he shakes his head. 

“Hate sayin’ g’bye but love watchin’ her walk away,” he mutters under his breath with a hearty chuckle before heading to the aisle with chips and crackers, stifling the urge to Leprechaun kick next to the bananas.

Fifty-eight days sober feels pretty damn good.

Epilogue: coming soon

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Wild Hare

Ship: Jack Torrance x Gabriel Diamond [Childhood Friends AU]

Word Count: 709

Summary: I've debated on posting this but it felt important to this AU. That being said, dead dove / do not eat. There is a scene in the book version of The Shining detailing a flashback to Jack's childhood in which his own father brutally attacks his mother at the dinner table. I don't remember how old it's implied he is in the flashback, but for the purposes of this AU Jack and Gabriel are both teenagers. This oneshot takes place immediately after the attack; Jack runs from home and finds himself in the arms of the only person he's ever felt really understood him, Gabriel Diamond. CWs for themes of domestic abuse, brief mentions of food and blood.

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Jack’s heartbeat thundered in his ears as his socked feet pounded over manicured lawns and against the concrete paths laid beside them. Fear vaulted him over fences and around sheds, his muscles burning, lungs choked for a full breath. He didn’t know where he was going until he was trembling in Gabriel’s arms.

Gabriel had been sitting on his back porch, enjoying the summer evening and blowing bubbles to pass the time, when his partner had thrown himself over the chainlink fence with surprising agility for the speed he was moving at and crashed into his lap.

The plastic bottle of bubble solution tipped on its side, spilling over the wood as Gabriel dropped the accompanying wand, arms instinctively moving to catch and support Jack as he fell. He was sobbing and yelling incomprehensibly, his eyes wide with evident panic.

“Jack, Jack, what happened?? Shh, shh, you’re okay, you’re okay…” Gabriel rambled, pressing his hands firmly down Jack’s back in an effort to bring him back to reality. He’d never seen him in such a state. “Johnny, look at me.” He rarely used the diminutive of Jack’s legal name, but it was the only thing he could think of to get his attention.

Hyperventilating, Jack forced himself to look up at Gabriel, who held his jaw firmly and lovingly. “You gotta tell me what happened or I can’t help you…” Gabriel frowned deeply. “Oh, you’re a mess, let me get you a clean shirt, I think I’ve still got your spirit sweatshirt here… don’t move, alright?”

Swallowing hard, Jack shifted himself to sit on the steps of the porch, avoiding the sticky puddle forming beside them, while Gabriel stood and went inside. He glanced down at his shirt and swallowed again. Flecks of food and blood had dashed him. He groaned and buried his face in his hands, stomach reeling. Gabriel’s hand was on his shoulder. He took off his flannel and put on the sweatshirt he was handed, then reluctantly drank the cool water from the glass placed in his palm. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to keep it down, though he somehow had managed to hold onto what little of his dinner he had finished.

“Don’t tell anybody.” It was the first thing he could mumble to Gabriel, his tongue and teeth not feeling like his own.

“What happened?” Gabriel repeated.

“He beat her. Badly, so badly, this time…”

“Who, Jack??”

“He took his cane and he… that goddamned sonovabitch…”

“Jack…?”

Jack grabbed Gabriel’s shoulders. “My mama’s hurt badly, Gabriel, I don’t know if she’ll make it this time.”

Gabriel paled. “Your father…” Jack nodded, looking away from him. “We should call 911, just to get her some help—”

“No! No. I don’t want to get anyone involved, it’ll just make it worse.”

Sympathetic tears welled up in Gabriel’s eyes as he placed a comforting hand on Jack’s cheek. “Oh, Jack… I’m so sorry… what can I… do you want to stay here…?”

Jack hugged him tightly. His mind was clearing, but fear still filled every part of him. “Yes,” he whispered into Gabriel’s hair.

“Alright… alright… come inside, I’ll explain everything to my dad. You just go lay down in my room, try to… take your mind off things.” Gabriel rubbed his back, then led him inside. Absently, Jack stumbled to his room while Gabriel found his father. He knew Jack had a difficult home life, but they hadn’t spoke about it much, so he tried to explain as best he could. Luckily, his father was willing to accommodate Jack for the time being. Jack curled into a fetal position on Gabriel’s bed while Gabriel set up a sleeping bag on the floor.

“My dad’s fine with you sleeping in here… I won’t make you sleep on the floor, I’m just doing this for looks. We don’t have to talk, but I’m here to listen if you need me. You want anything…?”

“More water,” Jack croaked. Gabriel nodded, left the room and came back again with another glass of water. He half-closed the door and placed the glass on his bedside table before laying down beside Jack, who pulled him tightly against him, burying his face in his chest. I want to go home.