#my old mutual gabe would love this

[sheawritesstuff]

Meeting the Alpha

[Gabriel Shaw and David x Angel]

[Meet the parents Fluff - 1391 words]

[Little bit of a twist ending ;p enjoy]

“Alright, Angel. How are you feeling? You ready?” David asked, putting the car in park. Angel fidgeted nervously in their seat and stared out the window. Their attention darted rapidly between the big, rustic house in front of them and their own shaking hands. 

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Their voice was uncharacteristically quiet and almost shaky. “What if I fuck it up? Davey I- “ David cut them off with a gentle grip of their hand. They finally turned to look at him, mouth tugged down in a frown. He held their hand firmly and took a dramatically slow, deep breath. They followed suit, filling their lungs with air and breathing out their worry. 

“He’s going to love you, Angel. I promise,” David said, soft and genuine. “It’s going to be ok, it’s just my dad.” Angel nodded, still breathing deeply. They squeezed their boyfriend’s hand and forced a smile. 

“I think I’m ready now.” They said it more to themself than to him. David kissed them once before the two of them hefted themselves up and out of the car. The wolf came to their side and looped their arms together, keeping them nice and close. They walked together to the front door, waited a moment for a few more deep breaths, and David knocked firmly on the thick wooden door. 

A moment later the door opened, revealing the man of the hour. If Angel thought David was big, Gabe was gigantic. He was at least three inches taller and almost as wide as his son, but not quite as muscular. Angel stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“Well hey! You must be the little Angel I’ve heard so much about,” Gabe declared. He spread his arms, a bright smile plastered across his face, then paused. “Wait, can I- do… do you do hugs?” He pulled his arms back toward his body awkwardly as he questioned the forwardness of his action. 

Angel giggled at him and opened their arms too. They nestled against his chest in a firm, familiar hug. They both sighed, relaxing in their shared embrace as the mutual nervousness faded. They pulled away and found David standing off to the side, arms folded across his chest. 

“Aw, Davey, are you feeling left out? C’mere baby,” Angel teased, approaching him arms first. David groaned, but hugged them back, running his hand over their back. Gabe took the opportunity to ruffle David’s hair, wasting the agonizing half-hour he put into perfecting it. The beta scrunched his eyebrows together and huffed at his father. 

“I did not come here to be ambushed,” he complained, pushing his mate away from him. He turned back toward the door, quickly trying to tidy up his hair. “Are you gonna let us in or not, old man?” David’s grin gave away the fact his dismay was all for show. Gabe rolled his eyes, still smiling wide. He motioned toward the door with both arms and bowed slightly. 

“After you, Davey,” Gabe remarked, stepping inside behind them and closing the door. David mirrored his elder and rolled his eyes. The trio entered the front room of the house together. Angel openly gawked at the gorgeous childhood home of their lover. 

“Dinner is on the table if you two are ready.” 

The dining table was huge, stretching about as far as one end of Angel’s apartment to the other. It was bare, though, save for three neatly arranged placemats on one end with a variety of dishes scattered around them. David led his mate to their seat and pulled the chair out for them. He sat across from them, leaving the head of the table empty for the alpha. 

“Wow.” Angel stared at the feast in front of them. “It looks amazing, Gabe.” 

“It’s crazy, huh. Some people cook and eat actual food,” David joked as he scooped a spoonful of potatoes onto his plate. Gabe half-heartedly swatted at the back of his son’s head. 

“Be nice. You weren’t always the healthiest eater either, y’know.” The older wolf turned to Angel with a smile. “You would not believe how hard it was to convince this boy to eat his vegetables. When he was still a tiny little thing he-”  David covered his face with his hands and groaned. The tips of his ears were bright red as he listened to the retelling of his childhood stubbornness. 

“-and he wouldn’t even look at anything green unless I bribed him with some sort of treat until he was damn near 15,” Gabe laughed and glanced toward the man sitting next to him. David still had his head bowed down in embarrassment, but he had uncovered in face in the interest of actually eating his dinner. “Your mama would be so proud of you,” Gabe said softly. 

David perked his head up and stared at his father, surprise clear on his face. Gabe smiled at him and patted his shoulder with a nod. He turned back to Angel with the same kind grin. “She would love you too, Angel. You’re sweet like she was. I think you two would’ve gotten along well.” His voice was quiet and filled with a fond nostalgia. “You picked well, David.

David stopped eating for a moment, just pushing the food around on his plate as he searched for the right words. He looked across the table and met his partner’s eyes for a moment. He smiled back at them and sighed. 

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I.” 

The rest of the evening was filled with good food, laughter, and a plethora of embarrassing childhood stories. As the couple finished their food, Gabe stood to take their plates to the kitchen. Angel peered across the table with a smile painted on their face. 

“I think he likes me,” they sighed. David laughed and pushed himself up from the table. He came around to the other side and draped himself over the top of their chair. A kiss to the top of the head accompanied a soft squeeze to their shoulders. 

“He loves you, Angel. Just like I said he would.” He tilted their head up and kissed their forehead. “But I’m afraid if we don’t leave soon he’ll end up liking you more than me. And we can’t have that, can we?” They giggled and shook their head. He pulled their chair out to give them room to stand as Gabe reentered the dining room. 

“You two heading out?” David nodded and replaced the chair.

“It was really great getting to meet you, Gabe,” Angel piped up. Gabe smiled down at them. His smile had been almost permanently painted on his face since they arrived, but it never seemed any less genuine. 

“It was lovely meeting you too, Angel. Don’t be a stranger, ok?” He leaned down to hug them again and they happily returned it. He patted them on the back as he pulled away. David hugged him too, but it lingered a little longer as he reveled in the moment. 

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, David. Drive safe, alright?” David nodded as he turned to open the door. 

“Always.”

Gabe stood on the porch as he watched them get back into their car. Angel let out a long, low sigh as they sat down. David turned the key with a hum and turned to face his mate. They smiled at him before waving out the window as they pulled out of the driveway. They leaned across the seat to plant a quick kiss to David’s cheek-

The feeling of gentle kisses scattered across David’s face pulled him back to reality. His eyes opened just enough to peer up at his mate on top of him, waking him up “the romantic way”. He smiled softly as the warmth of sleep ebbed away. Angel kissed the tip of his nose and pulled away just enough to make proper eye contact. 

“Good morning, Davey,” they said, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Did you have a good dream?” David tucked their hair behind their ear and smiled as his core thrummed solid in his chest. He stared up at them, admiring the beauty before him for a long, silent moment. 

“Yes, I did.” He pressed a soft kiss to their lips. “I had a very good dream, Angel.” 

[meltingpenguins]

A couple of common fanon tidbits (plus some book canon stuff) from the pre-show fandom, for the new Good Omens fans. In case you go back to read pre-show/pre-radioplay fanfic and wonder what's going on (whether or not you've read the book yet)

First: Keep in mind, the book differs quite a bit from the show in term of character personalities etc.

One theory concerning Crowley's plants was that either he plants them in a garden nearby instead of (possibly) shredding them, or gives them to the little old lady on the other floor.

Az and Gabriel have much more open, mutual beef with one another due to Gabriel being the head of all Cherubim mythological-canon wise, while Az started out as a cherub (see genesis 3:24) but got demoted for misplacing the flaming sword, which prolly would have gotten gabe into hot water too. Bookverse gabriel (despite not appearing in the book aside from a single mention, and then a bit in Aziraphale's New Year's resolutions) seems much more savvy of the human world.

The Divine Comedy and Paradise Lost are probably canon in bookverse (backed up by crowley mentioning Pandemonium and Dis in canon), and it was common to view the Ars Goetia and Pseudomonarchia Daemonum as spot on as well.

Keep in mind that book!crowley does not seem to take much delight in human suffering (unless it's rich people) and even seems to go out of his way to not actively harm humans (piss them off by glueing valuable coins to the sidewalk and watching from a nearby cafe is the kind of shit he's up canonically)

Book Crowley eats. (Edit: this isn't fanon, he does eat in canon)

Aziraphale's shop is not the lofty, whimsical thing from the show, but likely more akin to the unpleasant, musty hole-in-the-walls that might very well be organized crime fronts and/or means of tax evasion. Az does not WANT to sell books.

While Az loves to eat in the book, he is certainly not as focused on food as he's on the show. Books however, oh boy...

Az canonically calls Crowley 'my dear boy' (it's not really a term of endearment as such, though, so don't get fooled)

Shadwell's an asshole

There were the four other riders

We do actually know what happened to the third baby.

that's all from the top of my head. enjoy

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

for pride month, i figured i'd do a non-exhaustive list of people/looks that have given me gender envy and inspired my sense of style as a transmasculine fellow.

this post is about to be long and also likely 'cringe' (which is dead, so i do not let it dictate my decisions, but just in case a non-mutual reads this and wants to send me hate-mail for my 'bad' taste: I KNOW.) since it includes several people i worshiped as a tweenager. if you don't wanna see me talking about five billion emo men, then you probably don't wanna read this :^)

mulan (1998) was one of my first experiences with gender-nonconformity and experimentation. her dissatisfaction with living as a woman and her shame with feeling that way deeply resonated with me, and her transition into ping lit up light bulbs in my tiny mind, as well as the scene in which she is outed against her will due to an injury.

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from a very young age, i've always kinda wanted to embody the swagger of freddie mercury. i would say that as a 6 or 7-ish year old i experienced my first bout of true gender envy over him. i wished i could look and sound like a man because of him. i ended up shoving down these feelings for many years due to internalized shit and outside influences. yet he still remains forever in my heart as a major influence both as an artist, an outfit composer, and a person.

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eddie van halen is cool as shit. idk man. i dig his style. these patch work pants did irreparable damage to my psyche.

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ryan ross was a big idol of mine as a tween and still continues to inspire me to this day. i wished i could do my makeup like him and have his fop-y floppy 60s mop cut, which was probably the beginning of my obsession with having hair that looks Like That.

*bren.don. ur.ie gets a dishonorable mention here bc i don't wanna talk about him but when i was 13 i also wanted his p.o. era mop sooo bad like soo bad i was planning on getting my hair cut like that for real but instead life happened and i haven't had my hair cut since like 2019 and now i've committed to it being a mile long.

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pete wentz is at the forefront of writers that i would say have influenced my works. his influence is just about inseparable from anything i've done since 2018 at least. he just, like, gets me, you know? including, of course, his fashion sense, which lingers still through my daily wardrobe.

on the right, i added a pic of him recently that made me lose my mind.

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i'm grouping william beckett and gabe saporta together because both are scene fellows who had lesser but still notable affects on me. the former's hair and the latter's sense of style have stayed with me all these years for a reason, and that reason is because i wish i could look like them.

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renfield is just like me for real so of course i wish i could steal dwight frye's gender. the suspenders plus the vacant, hazy look in his eyes did things to me.

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the man, the myth, the legend, my most special of interests, mr sir peter wilton cushing obe. if i love him, and i feel unloved, then i must act like him and sound like him and look like him to feel truly loved, right? because i want someone to love me to the extent i love him? because i hate myself so much? it's psychosexual to me in a way but also 100% from my heart. i need to look like him ^

he cracked my egg. which i will be getting more into in the next entry. but! basically i realized that maybe it isn't normal to want to look exactly like a man, deeper voice and flatter chest and all. and then i was like what is stopping me from being trans actually besides other people's disapproval, which i had at that point stopped letting get in my way. so trans ellie canon and real from this point forward.

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sherlock holmes is an entirely separate entry on this list than peter cushing because sherlock is a fictional character that has been portrayed in many different mediums and by many different actors, many of whom i at least kinda want to look like.

but most of all, i want to be like him, the idea of sherlock holmes. a protector who saves the meek and weak and who persecutes the oppressors. he is good, he is just, and he is loved by nearly all. also he is a major fucking nutjob, like me. he inspires me so much. this yearning helped me realize who i wanted to be, who i am. it makes my heart glow with hope and pride knowing that someone who so obviously has so much 'wrong' (wrong like me) with them can not just be a hero, but also one of the most definitive heroes in history.

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adam ant's gnc swag.... idk man he ignited my historical obsession with highwaymen.

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final thoughts:

i am so happy to be a trans fag ! my life is so much better since i realized that i am a boy ! 🥰🥰🥰 i am trying to experiment more with my appearance and i am loving it.

[evita-shelby]

Could I request a Tommy fic where Tommy is in an arranged marriage with a woman is a widow, and he thought she would be the one to get attached, but he is the one who falls in love with her, and she is still in love her ex husband, and like ANGST, but happy ending? No pressure to write this, lol.

Hope

Notes: I'm going with the theory that Charlie isn't actually Tommy's kid in this fic

Gif by @peakyblindersfan

He had no delusions when he married her.

She needed to secure her future after her husband died and his family swooped in like vultures after the shipping company Y/N and her husband had built, he needed a mother for Charlie and woman in his life.

It wasn’t love; it was just a balm for their mutual loneliness.

But then things changed.

A family of three became a family of five, Diane and Gabriel were born. Twin children as perfect as children could be.

They took after him, Gabriel especially, making it more obvious that Charlie hadn’t been his son like he and Grace had initially believed.

But he loved all three of his children and as far as anyone knew, Charlie was the doting big brother to his two-year-old siblings.

It had been in that time that Tommy began to heal. From the War, from Grace’s death.

Parenting turned to friendship and friendship turned to love.

He no longer wished to drug himself and speak to the ghost of the woman he had loved, in fact the morning Di and Gabe were born he threw out the tablets, the laundum and the opium away.

His children needed a father, not a pathetic shell of a man who couldn’t face loss as bravely as his wife had.

Before he knew it, he was fighting with himself to keep his love for her a secret.

After much deliberation, many conversations with himself, with Polly, with Lizzie and eventually with Frances, he realized that he can’t keep it bottled up inside anymore.

There was only one problem, Thomas was in love with her, and she was in love with her dead husband.

Two children with him and still she was writing letters to her late spouse, cleaning his grave and leaving flowers on important dates.

It made him irrationally jealous and he wondered if that was what Lizzie and May had felt when he refused to let himself heal and move on.

“Its my turn to watch them tonight, Y/N.” he whispered, and let himself press a soft kiss on her hair.

“No, let me help you, Tommy. Both are being terrors these days.” His wife said getting up after him. “Even forgot to leave flowers on my late husband’s grave yesterday.”

She’s never said late when referring to her deceased spouse. Always, my husband, or Mr. L/N, never referred to as a man no longer here.

So there is hope for them after all, he finds himself thinking as the two of them quietly walk into the nursery.

[bilvy]

i’m sort of doing a deep dive of old bandom on here are there any still-up blogs you know of that would be good to look through? thank you and sorry to bother you!

hello anon! It depends what's your area of interest honestly? I'll tag some people and link some resources under the cut :) lmk if you need ANYTHING because I have a huge collection of media (including fbr games and videos) email me here: bandomvault@gmail.com

Okay so if you wanna know about Panic! pre split I would recommend going to the following blogs @souryogurt64 (Sarah has a great essay about panic! at the disco on her pinned post, plus a lot of asks and resources about fall out boy), go to @prettyoddfever they have an ABUNDANCE of pre split panic things considering they were there at that time, I also recommend looking at @pathetic-at-the-disco (they arent always accurate but...) and finally look at LiveJournal primers (also if u want ryden stuff) if you need anything else let me know :)

For fall out boy once again look at Sarah's blog she has really good resources, look at @stumpomatic-blog for good pictures of the boys! also @falloutboyfan18 (Alexis has a great archive) and @petewentzisblack1312 (they have rlly good opinions) !!! if you go into @pagesixlovers archive they have pretty solid fob lore and are always talking abt pete) once again for FOB mainly I recommend looking at resources on LiveJournal, for example fbr trash and fueled by gossip !! and primers for general info :)

For MCR there's a bunch of resources, @callmeblake has a great archive of frank centered things, @unholyverse usually knows what they're talking about with mcr lore(and I'm not just saying that bc we are friends), here's a great MCR primer, and another one also I recommend looking at @girlgerard and @gerardpilled @yourdyingwish and @awsugar. if you want to get a feel for the community go here http://www.imnotokay.net/board/

Okay so yes, for tai go here https://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/354150.html it's very detailed and if you need to fill anything in you can always ask me! @washingtonsqpark is a good resource for tai also @williamismyhomeboy has an amazing top tier archive, here's their old fansite, here's a lovely thread made by one of my twitter mutuals(hi aneissa if you see this!) I also have an archive myself just shoot me an email :) (also I think I have william's old LiveJournal in PDF form if you need it, I'm sure I have it somewhere I used to save all his shit)

For anyone else apart of FBR/BANDOM in gen a primer on them should be here (yes there's cobra too I just don't feel like dealing with gabe saporta rn but I know like everything about the man)

also, here is a great flow chart made by one of my besties connecting everyone to fall out boy :) (@peteisacreep is the bestie in question)

also if you want something to old bandom "drama and/or forums there are @bandwhoresanon and @waterparksdrama (its like new wave bandom) but fbr gossip is STILL active on LiveJournal :)

if you need anything else just let me know<3

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - Home

Prompt: any fandom / any pairing / reminiscing over old memories, allowing yourself to miss and grieve the relationship you lost

Word Count: 2,543

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Quinn/Darling, in the past. Sam/Darling, currently)

Rating: T

Triggers: Unhealthy relationship. Mutual obsession. Guilt-tripping. Implication of a graphic fight. Near-death experience. Honestly, Quinn can be his own warning label at this point. 

Summary: Darling reflects on two different men who loves them during the different points in their life. 

ConCrit: Y

Urgh, work has been holding me in a chokehold. And not in a sexy and fun way, lol. But I managed to write this oneshot during the few free hours that I can find during work.

So anyway, this oneshot is based on one of my headcanon: Darling & Quinn were exes before they became enemies because I love drama and angst! 

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Ever since Darling can remember, Dahlia never really felt like home. Not until they meet Quinn for the very first time. 

Childhood - for Darling - went by in a hazy flurry of memories. Every day was a passing moment of new faces, new cities and new names thanks to their parent's careers. Hell, as long as Darling could remember, they utter more 'goodbyes' than 'hellos' when they were a kid. 

The constant uprooting made it difficult for Darling to form meaningful attachments, even towards their own parents. 

Well-meaning but distant due to their hectic jobs. Patient but emotionally unavailable towards their own child. Their parents have always been that way, and Darling doesn't have it in them to admit that there's been a growing chasm between them. 

Could families become strangers one day? The possibility doesn't bother Darling at all, as strange as it is. 

And as their childhood flew by, Darling was thirteen years old when their parents announced that Dahlia would become their forever home. A change in careers and a newfound Pack forces Darling to adapt to their new norm. 

"You're going to love it here," Their mother assured them just before she dropped Darling off at their new school, in a new city. For the thirtieth time. "Gabe mentioned that his son, David, and his friends will be showing you around school today. They're all very nice people; I'm sure they can't wait to be friends with you!"

The thirteen-year-old Darling wondered what sort of expression they were wearing to have their Mum's face twist into something indescribable when they remained quiet. But a quick peck on their forehead later, Darling soon stepped out of the car and began their new life in Dahlia. 

The growing chasm between Darling and their parents gradually extended towards David Shaw and his Pack. 

On an objective and detached level, the sixteen-year-old Darling would readily admit that David is shaping up to become an amazing Alpha. His power has been growing every day, and he has the right temperament and compassion that a good leader should possess. 

Darling wondered if he might be even more powerful than his father in the future. 

On a personal level? Darling sees him and his Pack as nothing more than acquaintances from the moment their family joined the Shaw Pack. 

Relationships, attachments... It was better to stand at the distance to spare themselves from disappointment or pain. Once Darling stopped expecting their parents to come home for dinner for the tenth time, everything began to snowball from there. 

Walls started to appear, and that ever-growing chasm encompasses Darling and those around them. By the time they realise it, Darling's heart is numbed, their emotions muted. 

In a way, Darling accepted it as a blessing in disguise. 

With a frozen heart, their expectations of others and vice-versa means nothing. When nothing is important to you, there lies in freedom and strength.

The freedom to do whatever they want. The strength to explore and discover things that most people shied away. 

And when Darling hit their twenties, they began to pull away from their families and Pack concern gazes and towards the bright and exciting underbelly of Dahlia. 

It was nothing like Darling could ever expect and more. 

The people that they met have a chasm of their own, walls that fortified their hearts, and they all share a common belief: 

Live for yourself. 

A new world was open to Darling. New experiences, new acquaintances and new opportunities to find those with muted souls like them. 

Some taught Darling who to connect with to get the best illegal substances and reach those with less than reputable careers. A bartender from a neighbouring town introduced them to the scene of underground fight rings. Others help distract Darling from the loneliness that they were born with. 

What came next was something Darling used to pray for in the dark when they were a child. A friend - someone who understood them.  

Quinn walked into their life on an inconspicuous Friday evening amongst the trays of drinks and deafening club music. Their eyes were drawn to him from the beginning, and when the Vampire's gaze locked with theirs, he was drawn to them, too. 

"May I sit here beside you?" The lone Vampire asked and gestured to the vacant stool beside them. 

Darling inclined their head but said nothing. 

The Vampire wasn't put off by their silence. In fact, he was patient. When Darling refused to speak, he haunted their favourite spots for several days until he made himself intrigued enough for Darling to ask for his name. 

"Quinn." The Vampire answered with a handsome smile after Darling finally allowed him to buy them a drink. "I've never seen such a devastating beauty around Dahlia before. Are you new here?"

Handsome and charming. What a dangerous combo, and yet, Darling found themselves swept by Quinn's presence and, not long after, onto their bed. 

Like them, Quinn has a chasm of his own. But his has demons lurking within the shadows with fangs as sharp as their owner, and each one of them is hidden behind a thin veneer and a sultry smirk.

Just two broken people forming a connection with each other, unlike anything they ever had before. Or, in Darling's case, lack thereof. 

Regardless, everything that came afterwards happened in a whirlwind. From casual fuck buddies, Quinn and Darling agreed to become exclusive, and as a result, Quinn stopped hopping from one city to another so he could be with them.

"Everything I want is right here in this city. Why would I need to wander around anymore?" Quinn assured them with a kind smile, yet his heavy gaze pinned Darling on the bed. He then leaned forward to leave kisses along their neck, and that's when Darling realised that to Quinn, they're the physical embodiment of everything that Quinn desired. 

"You're the only one for me, Darling." He purrs; his tone is dangerously soft. "The first person who I want to be in my future. I hope you understand that."

That was another thing about Quinn. The way how he holds them on a pedestal. As if they're his entire world, and he's just a tiny star orbiting closer and closer towards Darling. 

The attention is exhilarating. His love for them is an addiction that Darling can't seem to get enough of. Whenever they meet, clothes are instantly off, and Quinn would proceed to worship them for hours on end until they could no longer scream. 

A mutual obsession that entangles Quinn and Darling tighter and tighter in a confusing spider web until nothing exists except the other. 

However, just shy of three years into their relationship, Darling soon learned that even shadows lurked within paradise. 

Perhaps it's because this is Darling's first-ever meaningful relationship with someone that it blinded them to Quinn's flaws and unsavoury habits. 

Over time, Darling could hear alarm bells starting to go off in their head regarding Quinn; their rose-tinted glasses gradually darkened the more they realised just what kind of man their lover was. 

Quinn's possessiveness reared its ugly head when he became jealous of everyone that Darling came across. Soon enough, he started to monopolised their time and attention - he wouldn't let them have lunch with their coworkers, and he would hover whenever Darling was on a call with their parents. 

When they're out on a date night, his eyes never strayed away from Darling; not even to the crowd around them. His possessiveness eventually drove their acquaintances away from Darling one by one. 

It became suffocating; his loving embrace turned into a prison. His love for them threatened those who tried to approached them. 

Is this what love supposed to be? Supposed to feel? Darling couldn't help but wondered during those late nights when they couldn't sleep with Quinn's arms around their form. Their naked body is littered with hickeys, bite marks, rope burns and light purple bruises. 

With Quinn, Darling had finally found a home but is this how a home supposed to be? 

They were at an impasse, completely isolated with no one but their lover. 

"Will you let me do whatever it takes to make you happy, Darling? I promise to always love you and make you want for nothing when were are together."

And so, Darling fell and continued to fell into a spiral of mind-blowing pleasure and a dangerous romance with no ground in sight. 

However, kindness can come from unexpected places. A tentative and concerned colleague began to reach his hand out in friendship. 

Like the reckless idiot that they are, Darling took it. It's OK; everything is fine. It's not like they were doing anything wrong. They were just polite towards a coworker. Hell, they only talk during work hours! 

Quinn didn't see it that way. Somehow, he found that a Non-Empowered human has been talking to his lover and the screaming match began. 

It was on that same night that Darling decided to end it finally. 

“Don’t you dare question my love for you!” Quinn shouted, anger and desperation glimmer behind his eyes. “When I said that you're the only one for me, I fucking meant it." But he doesn't stop there, no matter how much Darling internally begged of him. "You think I'll ever let that human - anyone - have you? Oh Darling, you don't want to see the lengths I'm willing to go through if you leave me. You really, really, don't." His voice hardened menacingly. 

At that moment, Darling loathed the monster that Quinn revealed himself to be. It's heartbreaking. It's reality and karma taking turns slapping Darling on the face. 

That night became a blur afterwards. They don't know how but Darling found the strength to walk out of the door despite Quinn's ultimatum. They decided to do the right thing and report Quinn to the Department in a foolish hope that he would leave them alone. 

Darling should have known better than their action only spurned their ex into a frenzy. Since they've been hanging around their parents after the breakup, Quinn decided to target their colleague. 

It was only by sheer luck that Darling was talking with their coworker when the attack happened and that they remembered his address. Darling managed to intercept Quinn, but the fight nearly killed both of them with a brutally injured human as collateral. 

They would've died that night if it weren't for their parents, who immediately contacted the Shaw Pack when Darling bolted out of the house like a bat out of hell. 

" - could this happen? Dahlia was supposed to be their home! They were supposed to be safe here! They could finally have friends without worrying about when we would move to next! This... this isn't how it should be..."

"I failed them when I decided that they needed some space. That by letting them set the pace, they would one day understand that we love them, that they don't have to be alone anymore. We... I failed them." 

"We didn't even know about this Vampire until last night, so please... you're not to blamed, David. If you failed them as their Alpha, then we failed them as their parents. From the moment they were a child." 

Darling's consciousness thankfully sank further and further into the recess of their mind afterwards. Once they were deemed well enough to return to their normal life, they threw a lie that would placate David and their parents before hightailing out of Dahlia and towards Washington before the rest of their Pack members could visit them. 

Failed as an Alpha? Failed as parents? Darling doesn't understand or care about those things. 

Not when Quinn managed to escape from that fight. 

While they were recovering, Darling flickered through the memories they shared with Quinn. Those three years they shared with him were truly the best moment of their lives. So Darling allowed themselves to mourn over the loss of what they had, who they thought could one day be their Mate. 

Though it wasn't long before sorrow and a broken heart made way for righteous anger. Quinn is their mistake. So it's only logical that it's Darling's responsibility to take him down. 

Even if it kills them. 

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''What the hell do you think you’re doing here?"

If Quinn is the eye of a storm, then Sam Collins reminds Darling of a gentle night rain. 

Despite his no-nonsense attitude, Darling is surprised that the man is willing to hear them out. Even when he has the right to be distrustful of them. 

And yet, Quinn left too many scars on their heart to immediately trust the words of a Vampire. So they played it safe; they gave Sam the bare minimum of their current situation regarding Quinn and nothing more. 

Sam's explanation of how he acquired two new Progenies doesn't shock them. A part of Darling always knew that Quinn was very intuned with his demons; they just didn't mattered because to Darling, Quinn has been nothing but the perfect lover. Now he's dragging every innocent people he can find just to hurt them back. 

Darling hated how stupid they were to give their heart to Quinn all those years ago. 

"You’d best be moving along then. Didn’t your momma teach you not to talk to strange men in the dark all alone? I imagine I’ll be seeing you again before too long. See ya around, stranger."

Darling bit their lip as Sam vanished. Their mother hardly taught them anything anyway. 

Days and nights were then spent tracking Quinn down in a fanatical zeal and escaping close calls. Ambushing those two Vampires wasn't the smartest thing that they could've done, but hey, at least they can confirm that Quinn wasn't in that city. 

Sam didn't share the same sentiment when he found out what had happened. 

After inviting himself into their house and patching them up, Darling studied him a little more and found that they welcomed the difference between Sam and Quinn.  

Sam doesn't let his Vampiric nature rule over him; he has found a middle ground that makes him comfortable in his own skin. 

No dark chasm isolating him from others. In fact, Sam reached out towards Darling despite their chasm. He listens instead of pushing, help Darling get used to his presence until they feel comfortable around him and doesn't judge their past with Quinn. 

Whenever Darling expects Sam to lash out, he sits down and quietly asks if it's something they could discuss together. 

Something is growing between them; something more than friendship and the thought both scares and excite Darling. 

"Hey. Are you all right? No, I’m not talking about “will be”. I’m talking right now. Are you all right?"

An emotional bond has been woven between them. 

"What can I do, Darlin?"

A mutual trust has been formed. 

"I can do that. Come here. Come in close. I got you. Of course, I’ll stay. You don’t have to keep the armour up tonight. The fighting’s done. You can just rest. I got you, Darlin."

Sam could be their home, but this time, Darling hopes that they could be one for him as well. 

"Thank you, Sam."

[thealexchen]

Thank you for answering my last question & for clarifying some canon info. It is deeply appreciated. With regards to Alex and Steph, do you have some headcanon ideas about who develops feelings first? Or how their first kiss might transpire? What - from your perspective - makes them a good fit romantically for each other? Apologies for the many questions, I’m just so excited for the game I can hardly wait!🤩😄🎊🎉

Of course! It’s my pleasure, and you’re really too kind! These are such fun questions!

Alex definitely falls for Steph first. I find it really adorable how Alex seems to fall fast and fall hard— look at how quickly she clutched her bag and “NOPED” out of there so soon after meeting Ryan!

Alex would take one look at Steph’s lesbian flag D20 shirt and beanie and hear her smooth “Alex, right? I’m Steph” and think “Oh wow…” and nothing else because her head would be instantly empty.

Their first kiss… I have a feeling this is when it happens:

I mean, the setup is perfect— they’ve just played a concert together (which will definitely have romantic undertones because Steph used to play with Izzy), proving how perfectly in-sync they are. Their first kiss could be a slightly sweaty, adrenaline filled post-concert kiss backstage. I think their first kiss could easily rival Rachel and Chloe’s for how magical and euphoric it’ll be. And with Alex’s power, imagine if she feels Steph’s happiness and her own, and opens her eyes and sees that she and Steph are fully immersed in a bright yellow aura! I even have a song for it— the acoustic version of “Fever Dream” by mxmtoon would be a perfect background track. And when it happens, I hope Alex surprises Steph and leans in first :)

As for what makes them a good fit romantically, I think both of them have been shouldering a lot of grief for a very, very long time, and could be the mutual emotional support that they both need. I think that’s what Steph falls for too— she starts out charmed by Alex’s sweet dorkiness and love for music, but as they open up to each other more, Steph is amazed by the well of wisdom and maturity in Alex’s advice and mannerisms that makes her seem much older than her 21 years.

When we met Steph in BtS, she was a fairly normal 16-year-old. She had a best friend and hobbies and ambitions and was secure in her sexuality, enough to offer advice to Chloe. But nine years have passed by the time True Colors starts, and Steph has really been through a lot. Her high school crush (Rachel) is dead in every timeline, and she can then either lose another friend (Chloe) or the entire town of Arcadia Bay. While she went to college with big plans to enter the video game industry, she wound up as a DJ and might be struggling with whether she made the right decisions. Even besides those events, Steph has been through heartbreak with her ex-girlfriend Izzy and is probably missing many different people from many different places, from Arcadia Bay to Seattle to around the country on tour and finally Colorado. Underneath her snark and love for tabletop, I think Steph is really hurt. Her character description from the blog post even hints that she’s going through a quarter life crisis of sorts: "For many years, Steph was running from her past without any clear purpose or destination in mind. While nothing seemed to stick for long... Steph made the impulsive decision to take the open job at the local record store and try her hand in the DJ booth. It is an ideal set up for Steph’s rare combination of talents and interests, but time will tell how long this moment of stasis can last." That's very different from the teenager we saw in BtS who was ready to tear apart Damon Merrick's ass for hurting her friends.

As for Alex, she’s already been through the loss of her parents and a very unstable adolescence in foster care. As such, Steph and Alex probably both share a deep desire for stability and a forever home as they both figure out what they want to do with their lives. And no matter what, they are both grieving Gabe deeply. As friends or as lovers, I think they will both come to trust and depend on each other.

And don’t apologize at all! I’m so so excited for the game too and I’m always happy to talk more about it! Thank you for asking!

[wafflesareluv]

LoA fanfic, takes place after MC becomes junior partner. There's a bit of NSFW content. Enjoy reading!

1.3k words.

Quinn has wanted this for a very long time now. Sitting at the edge of Hoi On's rooftop, gazing at the night sky while holding Gabe Ricci's hand, getting this couldn't have been tougher. But it's really, really worth it. They're official now, their coworkers know about them and being able to be there for Gabe as someone more than a junior partner, receiving the same affection from him has been heartwarming and comforting to say the least. "If I may dare interrupt your chain of thoughts, Michaels?" his deep voice brought her back to the present moment. Gabe wasn't one for nicknames, he never saw the appeal and Quinn rolled along with it. She shook her head and smirked "I dare charge you a penalty for that, Mr Ricci." "And I wonder what it'd be?" he quipped in a suggestive murmur. Her smirk widened as she withdrew herself from his grip "Now, that wouldn't be a penalty for you, Mr... I say you sing our song." He reluctantly pulled out his phone for the karaoke video "Ahh, that song, you'll remember it forever, won't you?" "Of course I will, it's special" she said. Her previous chain of thoughts as Gabe put it, has returned. She thought back to the day Gabe Ricci became her boyfriend. They had been casual until now, several evenings and nights well spent. Even though Gabe said he cared, more than he would like to admit, he hadn't been as forthcoming as she'd like. That's who he is, so Quinn decided it was time to push her luck further. She wasn't sure how to ask him, what if she loses what she has, thinking of what could have been? What if this is too much to ask of him? He didn't exactly have the best experience in relationships, would he be able to take the leap of faith? She knew she was overthinking when her coffee spilled out from the mug in the espresso machine and she didn't notice it right away. "Get a hold on yourself, Quinn! He said you're too irresistible for your own good, he might just say the feelings are mutual.." she thought. Aislinn who was waiting for her turn, laughed "You sure that coffee would suffice? You're practically daydreaming...and lemme guess, about a certain senior partner.." "Aislinn! Keep your voice low!" Quinn sounded alarmed. Aislinn's eyes lit up "So she didn't deny it! He's a catch, but so are you, Quinn. He'd be blind to not see that. You go get him and I'll get my coffee." "How did you know what exactly I was hesitant about?" Quinn couldn't help but wonder. "Anyone who has a keen eye can tell that you are fidgety these days and anyone who knows you, can tell the reason behind it." Aislinn's response made Quinn smile, both of them grew very close in the past few months. She also knows a thing or two about what's happening between Quinn and Gabe. On the way back to their cabins, they saw Gabe taking his briefcase and stepping out into the hallway. Aislinn mouthed the words "Just do it" and slipped into her office. Quinn glanced at him and their eyes met, he shot her a smile. "Going somewhere?" was all she could manage, her mind was racing at the speed of light. "I'm leaving early, utilising my monthly day off. Too much of work lately." There was a pause as he eyed her in the way that would make her shift from one leg to the other, "Care to join me? It's almost time for you to leave anyways." Normally this is where she'd reply wittily but not today. She simply nodded and collected her overcoat, all the way shocked at her own quiet nature. "This is how much you and thinking about you influence me, Gabe Ricci" she wanted to say, instead she walked along side him and got into his car. "Your place is stunning, not as much as you, but stunning nonetheless, good thing you have an old lady with a hearing ailment as a neighbour" his words were distant yet she felt her eyebrows shoot up and her lips quirk into a small smile, he will always have this effect on her. With him, there was never a dull moment. Around him, she'd completely lose herself in him, literally and metaphorically or just look at him and feel content. Either way, he takes over all her attention and she knows

it's the same for him. Yet, his past makes her question if he would be ready to get into a serious relationship. Reaching her apartment, they get inside followed by freshening up. Yeah, Gabe even has a spare set of clothes in her flat and still she's tentative about the thing she's gonna ask him about. She needed to be herself and talk with him, she made a mental note to reduce her overthinking. As if on cue he called out "I see a couple of vegetables and a standard staple of bread, are sandwiches good to go?" "It's always good when you cook, Mr Ricci, one of the many talents your hands have mastered" she grinned as she walked in to the kitchen. "There is the smart mouth I like, you were being uncharacteristically silent" he was tossing the chopped onions into the pan. "So the great Gabe Ricci likes it when I'm not quite huh?" as soon as words left her mouth, his hands were at her sides while he worked his tounge, making her gasp and then moan. "There, did you ever hear those hot moans coming out of that pretty mouth? Who wouldn't like that?" just like that he was back to sauteing the vegetables, as if he wasn't doing anything sinful just seconds ago. Whereas she was still reeling from his assault, "Damn you, Ricci! Always composed and efficient" she cursed at him in her mind. Though she did that, she had to admit, Gabe was unpredictable and she liked that, his touch and the kiss.. they're electric.. the only one way she would describe them- wait, that's it! She walked towards the counter, placing the plates and cutlery, she also put a note which goes like "Before the dinner, your stunning host wants you to see in the balcony, come there as soon as you read this. Xoxo.” As expected, he was walking towards her and it was perfect, she had the fairy lights on. "Listen to the song properly Mr Ricci, that's exactly how I feel about you" was all she said before she played

Electric love by BØRNS. When it ended, she looked him straight in the eye "Gabe, these few weeks have been the closest to what I'd call "perfect" and that's because of you. What we have right now, I like it but I'd also like to cherish every single thing with you and be that someone you'd be with everyday. Now that I've got it, I can't let it go and I want more Gabe. Would you do the honour of being my boyfriend, Gabriel Ricci?" He didn't speak for painstakingly long moments and his face, inscrutable as ever, it gave away nothing. Then at once he closed the distance between them. "No one has caught my eye like you did, Quinn. Everything about you is fascinating, I just want to spend more time with you. So, yes, now might I indulge my girlfriend in a dinner and then drown her in electric love as per her request?" Quinn laughed with all her heart and kissed him languidly on the lips, while she entwined his fingers with hers. And then, on their 100th day as a couple, they're here. Fingers entwined, hearts fulfilled, their song "Baby, your electric looove oooh" playing in the background as they looked at eachother with smiles just like people who're undoubtedly in love.

@lawsofattractionfanfiction

[the-overanalyzer]

Tower of Nero first thoughts

What, you think having to be at work in a few hours could keep me from downing this thing in one go? 

Honestly, every little detail about Meg’s upbringing is just another layer in the seven-layer dip of RAGE

Sally and Paul being fully prepared to help with god stuff on short notice, they’re such good people I love them so much

Green eyes, Paul’s hair? I’m liking these implications

Now, that I think of it, didn’t Magnus also have a little bit of an “Estelle as representative of everything I have a duty to protect” thing going on in Ship of the Dead? I guess that officially makes this the EBLU: Estelle Blofis Literary Universe.

Wait a second, did Sally give Lu one of Gabe’s old shirts?

“this bitch a barbarian. YEET!”

Apollo and Dionysus have such “grown siblings who still don’t get along but mutually hate our dad” energy

CHIRON CANONICALLY HAS AVENGER INITIATIVE MEETINGS WITH BAST AND MIMIR WHAT THE FUCK

I love that Dionysus drops the “forgetting everyone’s name” bit as soon as Percy’s left the state. We stan a petty bitch.

Will in a towel? Will fresh out of the shower? Will with a tattoo? 

Apollo and Will standing around in states of undress which it is noted would make hugging awkward? I feel not just seen, but actively targeted.

Will is canonically a star wars nerd

Evil unstoppable cows 

OH MY FUCKING GOD HE GLOWS RICK PLEASE STOP I CANNOT TAKE ALL OF THIS IN ONE BOOK.

I agree, hats are a mark of civilization.

Fuck Nero. Fuuuuuuuck Nero

Hera’s been mourning for Jason, which makes sense. He’s the closest she’s ever had to a halfblood child of her own, and they seem to have been, if not close, than mutually respectful.

Also pointing out that once again, the gods are sitting around not doing anything.

I would just like to point out that Hestia has been on the council before, it’s not like you couldn’t just get her to do it.

Of course Python is the ultimate big bad. One scrawny teenage failboat against an abomination from the dawn of time, that’s Riordan’s work in a nutshell.

I don’t think Zeus is as maliciously awful a parent as Nero, but he still sucks pretty hard, and I don’t blame Apollo one bit for not really wanting anything to do with him

Ah, Piper getting a girlfriend. I know some people feel like it’s a deliberate dig at the vocal fans who wanted canonically queer Reyna, “look, here’s your WLW heroine, now shut up”, but I don’t see it that way. Even back in HoO, a good chunk of Reyna’s personal arc is about how one doesn’t need a romantic relationship to find fulfillment, and while you could interpret that as her realizing that it’s specifically men she doesn’t need, romantic pursuit for Reyna was always something she undertook on her own initiative. Piper was the one who was literally edited into a prearranged, artificial relationship without her consent, and this feels way more like course correction for that—in and out of universe—than it does  an uncharacteristically mean-spirited retaliation for some annoying messages on twitter.

I do dig the “where are they now” montage. If the franchise ends here I’d be pretty satisfied.

And if not, “Nico and Will’s Bogus Journey”  and “Crisis on Infinite Pantheons” will no doubt be entertaining.

I really like the ongoing theme in this series about how separate Gods are from mortals, and how experiencing that separation from the other side has profoundly changed Apollo. It’s like the four hobbits at the end of Return of the King. He’s back in his “proper” place, but he’s no longer the person he was when he left. Even if he’s not Lester anymore, the old Apollo’s gone too. 

[officialthiamlibrary]

Got any canon fics set post 6B?

Here you go! A mix of older fics and some within the last month, I hope you’ll enjoy them!

Ocean Front Property and Yoda Wisdom by Diary (Teen | Complete | 1.3K) Tags: Frenemies, angst and feels Summary: Post-canon. Theo has issues, Stiles cares about Liam, and these facts interconnect. Complete. A Peek Inside: “I still don’t like or trust you. Okay, I never will. But you’ve been good for him. And I gotta admit, seeing you in love is an interesting thing.”

Hold Me. I’ve Lost My Anchor. by SterekShipper (General | Complete | 5K) Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, there is a second fic that follows this one Summary: Once again Liam and Theo had been in a fight. There was nothing unusual about that. It happened all the time. It was a natural part of their relationship. This fight however, had a different ending. A Peek Inside: It was just a fight. There was never a reason. Not really. Their relationship consisted of bickering and playful jibes. A bond had formed the night of the hospital. The night Theo had faced the Ghost Riders head on, fully intending to sacrifice himself. All to save him.

Stones by cherrysprite (General | Complete | 2.6K) Tags: First kiss, Theo introspection Summary: Theo begins to find his place as a normal nineteen year old with an accidental rock collection. A Peek Inside: One day, he sees a man sitting outside that said cafe, playing his guitar softly while people walk past without a second thought. It’s one of the more jarring parts of Theo’s detachment, he realizes. If he were normal, he would be able to grasp how people managed to pick up on hobbies and skills. It was like Mason and his love of reading, Corey and his talent with writing, and Liam spending his weekends playing lacrosse or working out. He just always finds himself perplexed at how they’d each figured out that what they were doing was good to them.

in the hospital after the war by snaeken (General | Complete | 1.5K) Tags: Summary: "I can wipe the blood off my own face, Liam," he snarks, mainly because he doesn't know what else to do; because it's comfortable, familiar, as far as the two of them are concerned. He doesn't pull away though. "I know. But I want to." Liam looks up at him, ocean blue eyes boring into his own. Theo's breath would probably catch, if he was breathing at all. "Let me." A Peek Inside: The hospital is, well. A bit like the aftermath of a warzone. Doctors and nurses and deputies everywhere, armed with handcuffs and body bags, making arrests and treating the wounded; Theo's own wolfsbane-laced bullet wound in his shoulder was treated by Deaton, while Liam regrouped with his pack and had his own wounds treated by Argent.

it’s you, sweet baby by axebastard (Teen | Complete | 1.9K) Tags: Pining, getting together Summary: In which Theo eats a s'more for the first time and Liam isn't quite as subtle as he'd like to be. A Peek Inside: Theo blinked, one corner of his mouth twitching. So Liam was inviting him somewhere. On purpose. He didn't know whether to feel honored or suspicious.

To Take One’s Pain by Endraking (Teen | Complete | 2.5K) Tags: Minor character death, angst, sick children Summary: Liam wanders the Hospital as he does a sweep. Memories come back to him about Theo since the chimera hadn't been seen since Gabe died and Monroe fled. While walking the halls, Liam learns something that will change his perspective about Theo. A Peek Inside: Liam walked the halls of Beacon Memorial Hospital.  It wasn't that long ago that it was a battleground and not a place for the sick and injured to heal.  Memories of those times, memories of hunters killing supernaturals, memories of the Riders, memories of the chimera and the Dread Doctors pull him to wander the halls.  He's not a patient though he would garner a little less attention if he put on one of the hospital gowns.  The lights were dimmed, something the hospital did either to save money or remind some of the more active patients that it was indeed nighttime.  He moved down one hall to the next, walking up the stairs and repeating the process until he makes it to the roof.  Then he hopped into the elevator and repeated.  He was making sweeps of the hospital, but it wasn't from any present issue but his worry over his stepfather.  Doing sweeps in the preserve was one thing but it was almost too easy for the pack to forget that things attack the hospital regularly and Melissa and Dr. Geyer were right in the line of fire.  That brought him to the halls, but his mind was a million miles away as he wandered to the morgue

i know all sorts of things i don't believe by eneiryu (Explicit | Complete | 80K) Tags: Post finale, Theo Raeken centric, getting together, pack dynamics Summary: So, anyway. That’s how Theo becomes pack-mom to Scott’s merry band of supernatural misfits. A Peek Inside: Scott gets this narrow-eyed look like he knows what Theo’s thinking, but humors him regardless, “I was hoping you’d agree to stay here, help protect the town.” (...) “Okay,” Theo blurts out, cutting him off before he can speak, suddenly irrationally afraid that Scott‘s going to take it back, say nevermind, forget it, “Just until you find Monroe, right?” Scott nods, still looking perturbed but thankfully silent, “Okay. I’ll stay until then.”

you want me to hold your hand and kiss it better? by xxDreamFilledEyesxx (Mature | Complete | 3.9K) Tags: angst and feels Summary: Set after the Teen Wolf series finale: After taking Gabe's pain away, Theo thought Liam might be glad to see that he cares, so why has he been acting so strange? A Peek Inside: A few feet away stood Melissa, her face covered in pity for the life the boy on the floor had lost in a war that wasn’t his to fight. Theo's heart skipped a beat as his gaze turned to the person standing next to her. Liam.

Sun Is Up, I’m A Mess by IThinkWeHaveAnEmergency (General | Complete | 5.1K) Tags: College, mutual pining Summary: Liam transfers to San Francisco State and on his first day, runs into a face he hasn't seen in a long time. A Peek Inside: Liam steps closer to the man he hasn't seen in almost two years, his campus security guard uniform clear.

A Chimera’s First Heart by Auddieliz09 (Mature | Complete | 22K) Tags: Mild smut, first kiss Summary: Theo wouldn’t go so far as to say that everything is perfect in the months after the War, but, for him, it’s just about as perfect as his life can get. However, when someone from his past shows up on Scott's doorstep, Theo's life takes a new turn. But will it be for better or worse? A Peek Inside: When they left the hospital that night, Liam had looked at him in a way he never had before. Like he was seeing Theo for the first time without his past hanging over him. He was seeing Theo for the man he was trying to become. A man worthy of being his friend, maybe more. Theo became an official ally to the pack and began to hang out with Liam and his friends.

five punch knock out by I_write_fanfiction_sometimes (Teen | Complete | 2.4K) Tags: 5+1 Summary: Five times Liam asked what he was doing, and one time the answer was 'being happy' A Peek Inside: Theo squeezes his eyes shut and barely holds back a groan. Mint foam drips into the sink from the handle of his toothbrush and burns around the edge of his mouth. Of course it had to be Liam. Fucking Mason wouldn’t ask questions, he’d just walk right back out. Somehow though, Liam has decided he wasn’t scary.

Change of Plans by never_love_a_wild_thing (Teen | Complete | 69K) Tags: Fake relationship, light angst Summary: When Hayden breaks up with Liam minutes before his very public proposal was planned, Theo steps up to save him the embarrassment of being rejected in front of the pack. In order not to disappoint their Alpha, Theo and Liam decide to carry on faking their relationship until they can think of a good way to end it and keep everybody happy. In which Theo is crushing hard and neither of them plan things out well enough (or at all, really). A Peek Inside: Theo opened his mouth and then shut it quickly. He had argued with Liam over Hayden too many times to think that it was worth it anymore. “I just think that you should maybe figure out how she feels about it before you go and ask her to marry you in front of your entire pack,” he said.

Only you can look at me the way you do by merrythoughts, ReallyMissCoffee (Explicit | Complete | 57K) Tags: Smut Summary: But Liam knows that tonight's gonna be one of the nights where he caves in and he doesn't care. A Peek Inside: They hadn't turned up anything so why not blow off some steam and then check back later? Scott'll never know the difference.

The Truth Will Set You Free by tabbytabbytabby (Teen | Complete | 1.6K) Tags: Light angst, misunderstandings Summary: Theo realizes he has feelings for Liam, but before he can tell him he sees Liam with a girl from his class and assumes they're dating, and that Liam could never be interested in him. He makes a decision to help himself find some peace, but first, he needs to tell Liam how he feels. Liam's response surprises him. A Peek Inside: A normal morning in mid-March, standing in the Geyer’s kitchen, watching as Liam tried and mostly failed at making pancakes. He’d stood there with pancake batter all over himself, looking sleep-rumpled and adorable and the thought just struck Theo so suddenly.

The Curse of Batman and Robin by songbvrd (No Rating | Complete | 10K) Tags: Bodyswap Summary: Liam and Theo are friends. Sort of. They live together and spend a lot of time together, but they also fight. Constantly. When a body swapping curse leaves them having to pretend to be each other, shenanigans ensue. A Peek Inside: It never lasted, because as annoyed as he was by Theo, he did also like him. He would never tell him that, god forbid the already painfully egotistical chimera get another boost on his account.

The Big Bad Chimera by OTP_fandom_shipper (Teen | Complete | 643) Tags: Fluff Summary: Theo falls asleep on Liam's shoulder, so he takes a picture. Needless to say, Theo is not very happy and wants it deleted. Que the "wrestling" session in the living room. A Peek Inside: Theo arrived back at Liam’s around 5:00. The beta’s family had been gracious enough to let Theo stay with them after they found out that he had been living in his truck. He did get a job not too long ago since he had graduated high school and wanted to make his own money. He was saving to get a place of his own. Theo didn’t want to stay too long with the Geyers.

Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours by voices_in_my_head (Mature | Complete | 7.3K) Tags: Pornstar Theo Summary: ""And you, Theo, what did you do during the week?" Scott asks, clearly trying to bring him into the conversation, which no one has done aside from Liam (they talked about the new The Good Place episode, because surprise surprise, Theo got addicted to Netflix once he found out what it was) and Corey (who actually seems to enjoy Theo's presence and Liam knows they've hanged out just the two of them. Which he obviously is not jealous about, pff, why would he be? Corey has a boyfriend. ... And Liam isn't interested in Theo that way, obviously.) Theo smirks before answering, to which Liam's heart does a slight jump, hoping that no one noticed or, if they did, will be kind enough to pretend otherwise. "I did a porno."" A Peek Inside: Liam isn't entirely sure how he feels about it. Theo seems to really have turned a new leaf, and Liam is pretty sure he would have died in the hospital if he hadn't been there, but he also can't forget the way he played them all, the way Liam almost killed Scott because of him.

[skyburned]

This is the second installment of my effort to distract myself by putting together some family history of the characters in my Intermezzo - Flying Into The Wind story.  

Lombardo Family

Camilla Lombardo 

The Dragon

Camilla grew up in an academic family with her two older brothers. Their children were her age so she was technically their aunt, a point of amusement for her which didn’t really amuse the nephews.  She both bullied and protected them.  After an eventful (many experimental boyfriends) but somewhat disappointing childhood and teenage years (she was unable to prevent her brother Tony from marrying someone she hated), Camilla enrolled in a local college.  She put in a decent amount of time actually going to class and received satisfactory if not high grades in econ and, surprisingly to her brothers, statistics. She left before graduating, claiming that her opportunities to apply what she'd learned were more useful than attending classes, and she was frankly bored.

*Camilla and Gabe. Cam, once again, insists one of his plans is stupid.

She briefly shared an apartment with a friend before her disinterest in sharing any responsibility for housework or paying bills ended that relationship.  She spent time with some of the top rock bands (they were enthusiastic but wary), with an animal rescue organization which she happily helped by intimidating awful people, and with an elderly gentleman who left her a significant amount of money when he died. Never shy, Camilla also enjoyed being the subject of x-rated photography.  Some of it made its way to the internet.  She never worried about that either.

*Camilla explaining the concept of the Oracle of Delphi to her cousin Rafe, and further explaining why it is dangerous to accept gifts you don’t understand from people you don’t understand although better to understand the person than refuse the gift.  He thought the concept of the Trojan Horse was the more likely explanation for that particular gift.  Camilla Lombardo is rarely wrong.*  

At this point in her life Camilla lives with Heydon Mitchell, a guitarist for a leading rock band called Mercury Rising.  He is the divorced father of three grown children as well as two with Camilla. His ex-wife, whom he loved, sadly turned out to be more in love with the drummer in the band which caused considerable drama and hard feelings. Camilla cheered him up then decided this was someone she wanted to continue cheering up for the rest of her life. He is a kind but no-nonsense sort of man, good father, good friend, and faithful lover. Camilla’s relationship with him is one of mutual respect. He is very happy with Camilla as is she with him to the astonishment of most of their friends.

*“Thank you Cam,” Amanda had said.  “Whatever you think of me, I love Gabe.” Then she'd left to drive all the way out to the family’s old house on the lake to try to find the man and do something that would make him stay with her.  Camilla walked around the back of her house out onto the beach and sat down in the wet sand. Moonlight and streetlights twinkled and reflected in the water as it moved, shifted, approached and crept away. She dug her fingers into the sand. I need, she thought unhappily, to do something about my manicure.*

Camilla is conniving, intelligent, resourceful and assertive with a bitch factor of 11.  It’s good to remember that she will use any and all of that for the benefit of those she thinks need and deserve her help whether or not they want it.   

[malepresentingleg]

is it 2013 again? cause i have a rant about teen wolf coming and i feel 16 y/o.

so due to dome heavy procrastination I've consumed a lot of teen wolf content, i skipped a bunch of episodes and a lot of scenes in the ones i haven't but i still have some Thoughts TM

it's good??? i had a Good Time watching, it was funny but intense and dark and i felt Feelings watching, some of the plotlines were meh (or maybe i just skipped them heh) but a lot were interesting and i loved the characters and their interaction

scott. my sweetheart. my baby. such a cutiepie, such a great protagonist 10/10 i love him and would die for him. he's so pure and cute and his little smile melts my heart. i love how he's fundamentally Human no matter how non human he is. he's a great character all around and i kinda wish they didn't do that shit to him at the end (imma get there) or treated him like he ISN'T the protagonist for such big parts of the shows

people KNOW. Stiles knows from day one, allison finds out soon, his mom finds out in season 2! the sheriff in 3, and they just become part of the gang and can help them with stuff bc they UNDERSTAND. shows like that get really tiring when the teens constantly lie to everyone around them and it was very refreshing. the running gag with the coach ruining things tho was funny and I'm ok with it.

Ok this is mellisa appreciation time. she's SUCH a great, complex and unusual mom-of-hero character. i absolutely love her and her attitude, i love how she's not simply being used as a tool to cause scott pain (just.. sometimes) and their relationship is parenting goals.

also isn't it fucking hilarious how she's a nurse but she just knows everything medical. she's also a surgeon and a mortician and a doctor. ik it's for plot reasons but it funny af.

in general women on the show.. had a lot of potential, i love them, but i hate how they were treated.

allison was all around great imo, her and scott's relationship was built very well and was two sided from the start (unlike... yeah), she has emotions, she's smart and brave, but also human and scared, she kicks ass and, again, exists outside of Scott's GF status (mostly). andddd they killed her. idk if the actress had to/wanted to leave or it was a pure writers decision bc they needed to keep just her father or something, but that would have been ok if not for all the other things

we have 3 main kickass ladies with powers- lydia, kira and malia. lydia spent close to FIVE whole seasons not knowing anything about her abilities/not knowing how to control them. cmon, it gets old. scott masters his powers after a season or two (and had control a lot sooner), parrish finds out what he is like half a season after it becomes relevant etc.

malia- do i need to explain? she was CONSTANTLY struggling controlling her abilities, no matter how badass she supposedly was. and kira oh boy, they did her dirty, didn't they?

kira was such a cute adorable character. i loved her and her little crush on scott and wanting to make friends and being freaked out about relationships, i love her discovering her past and heritage and learning to fight and gaining control and becoming a badass. but. what? they just undid all this? oh no the fox is taking over she has no control no agency of her own she needs to disappear for years now bye :( again, idk if the actress needed to leave but it was so unsatisfying and was insulting to the character. she wasn't even mentioned later a bunch like allison was, just they needed her mom for a plot tool and didn't even acknowledge it was her sword they were breaking. uhm rude?

LET WOMEN HAVE POWERS AND BE AWESOME WITH THEM. and not just minor/bad characters thanks.

i love the concept of a pack on the show and how you don't have to be a werewolf to be a part of it, how scott becomes a true alpha and how he cares about his friends. i kinda feel like in later seasons him being an alpha was more talk than show which like /: meh. like i said, he stopped BEING the main character, just talked about as if he was.

i love how friendship is valued, but i think it could be more.. i mean the scene in the motel, all season 3b, scott and lydia, all the girls with each other.. i love it. too many times tho it "wasn't enough" and only romantic love worked which SUCKS. in 6a i was so happy scott went in to try and remember stiles and the memories hit me right in the heart. then when it "wasn't enough" i was SO pissed and frustrated goddammit. i guess that leads me to the next point-

ships, should i talk about ships? i don't want hate in my asks but oh well it's been a few years maybe there's no fandom to care. I'll start with the end

malia and scott. what. the. fuck. when, out of fucking no where, they had like a lingering look or something i was just "nope. no thanks". and then every scene they had together i had to cover my eyes bc it felt so wrong and bad and awkward. jesus. no build up at ALL, they're like family, i just. ew. no. it felt way too much like "oh we gotta pair off the leftovers" or "the main character can't end up single" well guess what, he fucking can. it was. god. i can't even explain the disgust. when he needed to heal and all she had to do was kiss him ugh. it felt so fake and empty of meaning. i would 100% prefer for it to be stiles (I'll get there) or his mom who snapped him out of it.

melissa and chris, i could get aboard with that. def cute, def weird af since his dead daughter was dating her son but, well.

stiles and lydia is a ship i have conflicting feelings about. i absolutely hate the concept of "the nerd" is in love with the popular girl since freshman year and he's borderline being a creep ("oh but it's stiles! he's a dork and he's harmless" no.), completely obsessed with her and she ignores him but then they end up getting together.. i mean, it sends a bad msg to obsessed boys about how it's worth it in the end, and it makes the whole relationship feel unbalanced from the start, makes her reciprocation feel unatural. BUT, i have to admit the show did kinda make me warm up to this ship by the end, curse them. it was kinda cute. i wish there was more mutualness before it became such an important part in 6a tho.

just gonna put it out there: malia/kira and lydia/allison. i wish we saw more girl on girl interactions in general but the ones we had were very good, great dynamics.

i won't get too much into it but i.. i don't ship st*rek. i understand why they're the biggest ship (two white hot boys that interact with each other, i mean.), and i see the couple of fan service-y moments the show throws at us but just. they don't have my heart, i don't really care about them. not the characters, the characters i absolutely love! (tho this watch i skipped most of season 1 and 2 and 3a and i think that's where derek is the most asshole.. didn't he do really bad things? idr) idk if you want a bad character on the way to redemption with someone you should ship liam and theo who had way better shippy chemistry imo, even tho their ship probably wouldn't be healthy given their dynamic history, huh.

the ship that does owns my heart? scilies. I'm a softy when it comes to best friends to lovers, and their bond and relationship is just. so. pure. don't get me wrong, i love me a good platonic relationship, but there was just one to many homoerotic interactions between them for me not to ship it, hard. (not to be that person but my guess is that if Scott was white it would have been a way bigger ship, but who knows?) i love their love, i love they would do anything for each other, and i feel like there were a bunch of very missed opportunities for them in later seasons :(

so representation. this feels like a show that is trying to be Woke TM but it's not going so well. the main character is supposedly latino but it's never ever addressed. idc about "oh we want a world without prejudice" you can still fucking address it. i mean they went to Mexico a couple of times, stiles keeps saying "Mexican cousin" i mean. god. give us something. did i mention scott was told he'd make a great "nazi youth" ..

and you don't need to be a genius to see the most characters are very white or at least very white passing. and when you don't address their non whiteness they might as well be..

i already mentioned how poorly i feel kira was treated, but also mason, who is a wonderful character, gets no depth? we know nothing about him other than being gay and smart pretty much.

i also spoke about the women already but, they were really really great women characters, but not enough of them, not enough that lasted.

there's not much to talk about disability bc it just wasn't on the show. the only blind character was healed which. /: same with epilepsy and asthma..

i think the show is probably very proud (ha) with their LGBTQ+ rep bc they're like "oh let's make this insignificant couple gay bc hey nbg". examples are lydia's grandma, La Bete and marcel, i think nolan and jiang were exes and then nolan and gabe were a thing? idr if it was explicit. the couple of girls in the tent.. probably a couple more. it's nice, def better than all random couples being straight but that's not satisfying as rep.

Danny was great. i think he and ethan were.. cute? i think he was awesome, i loved danny so much and was very excited to learn he KNOWS at the end of season 3 and was waiting to see him join the pack. instead he fucking disappeared?! wtf. #WhereDidDannyGo

brett was cute rep, especially being bi but i feel like it could go into the insignificant pool which, again, is better than nothing.

mason and corey i just don't have strong feelings about. they were definitely cute and I'm glad they were together, i love mason A Lot. i think this relationship could be explored more, or at least the characters could be explored more to give this relationship more depth.

very interesting how there's no wlw canon couple, not even hinted. just fan servicey hot malia kira dance which /:

not to mention transgenderness. god can you imagine the interesting plotline of transitioning while being a werewolf 0:

i think the rep i was most happy about was ethan and Jackson. even tho i don't think there was build up or clues in the first couple of seasons, I'm happy for the actor who i know was struggling with coming out publicly, and it was very fun and refreshing for the ending. even if we got very few scenes with them the dynamic was 10/10

the biggest problem is obviously stiles. i just don't understand why, if they're so supposedly progressive, they went to that length to queerbait without following through. the whole gag of wanting to be attractive to danny and to gay guys, the whole "aww danny want to have sex with me that's so nice", the whole "do you like guys too?". it's a gag. his alleged bisexuality is the butt of a joke, and it pisses me the fuck off. they don't have to make it a big deal or have him get a bf for it to be official. it wasn't subtle subtext. it was a CHOICE. to put a spotlight on his sexuality but not deliver. -100/10 would not recommend.

also they could talk about his mental health more.

and about Scott's, please and thank you.

and everyone's.

i had some more feelings, like villains changing sides without getting a proper redemption and having no consequences, the wholesomeness of the sherriff and mellisa being each other's kids second parent eichen house (wtf??), and more, but i think i wrote enough for now.

tl;dr- good show with A Lot of problems, will always have a place in my heart bc I'm a nostalgic gal.

[sakuwriteshere]

One-shot: Re-Enchanted

Summary: After a hunt that didn’t end as good as she wanted, Y/N spends a movie night with her friend, Gabriel. The Archangel has an idea to cheer her up and maybe push Dean and Y/N to realize their feelings. But nothing goes as it was supposed to be.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Other characters: Sam WInchester, Gabriel

Words count: 8656 words

Warnings: Reader feeling down, FLUFF, cursed words (one or two I think?), did I say FLUFF?, mutual pining, FLUUUFFF

Beta-reader: @ireblogcauseiappreciateyou Thank you so much 💖You’re the best!

A/N: Originally written for @alleiradayne​‘s 2020 Supernatural Summer Shut-in Challenge but I thought it didn’t really fit the genre and the prompt so I didn’t use it as an entry. However, I really liked the story and I wanted to write something about the movie Enchanted so I thought it could be great to post it anyway.

You don’t need to have watched the movie Enchanted, but it’s highly recommended! There’s a lot of references. Also it’s very cheesy and I apologize for it ^^”

Enjoy and feel free to reblog and/or comment ;)

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Re-Enchanted

After several months of running all over the country, jumping from one case to another, you could finally spend a lazy night in the bunker. No demons, no monsters, no witches to hunt. Just you, a big bowl of popcorn, and a TV. You loved Dean for choosing such a huge screen.

“Hi there, Sugar!” Gabriel jumped into the couch, right next to you, bumping you slightly in the process, making you grunt at the sudden weight against you. The archangel simply ignores you as he plunges his hand into the popcorn, stuffing his mouth with the sweets.

“Long time no see, Gabe. How have you been?” You asked as you shift more comfortably into the couch.

“Same old, same old,” Gabriel waved his hand before he let his arm fall over your shoulders, pulling your body into his. You moved again, your head resting against his shoulder, leaning on Gabriel a bit more as you tucked your legs underneath you.

You let out a content sight, feeling carefree for the first time since a long time. Gabriel was one of your best friends, he spent his time with you whenever he could, which was a lot if you were honest, and you wouldn’t complain about it. The archangel was someone very funny and nice, and it was a pleasure to be near him. You loved his humor and his little pranks, especially when you weren’t on the receiving end.

The both of you fell silent as your attention fell back onto the movie. Once in a while, Dean would let you use his Dean cave and you had to admit the man outdid himself with the room. Everything you would need to spend the perfect movie night was here. Well, almost everything.

You loved Gabriel to death, really. But there was someone else you were closer to, and you smiled fondly when you thought about what he would say about your movie choices.

“Oh man, come on! You’re watching that chick-flick? Again?” Dean asked as he entered the room. Not you nor Gabriel moved, your eyes still focused on the screen.

“Patrick Dempsey.” Gabriel and you said at the same time, like it was the only natural explanation.

You didn’t see Dean rolling his eyes at your comment, as you were too focused on the screen. You watched Gisele landing in the middle of Manhattan while you put some caramelized popcorn in your mouth, the sweet treat melting on your tongue.

This movie was your guilty pleasure and you weren’t shy of showing it. Yes, you were a hunter. Yes, you were a badass. Yes, you knew the horrible truth, monsters existed in this world, killing innocent people and turning their insignificant and boring lives into nightmares. That was exactly why you needed your chick-flick moments. You were a hunter but you were also a human being before everything. Since you were a kid, you loved fairy tales and happy endings. You knew you would never have a happy ending with this life but it didn’t hurt to still hope and dream about it.

Dean’s groans broke your concentration and you spared him an angry glance, sticking out your tongue at him before you turned back into your movie.

“You’re one to speak, Dean-o,” Gabriel smirked at Dean. “We all know you have a soft spot for handsome doctors.”

Dean scoffed at Gabriel’s words, shifting from one foot to the other, crossing and uncrossing his arms, not really knowing what to do with his body.

“This guy is not, Dr. Sexy!” Dean stressed the words, pointing at the screen when Patrick Dempsey appeared on the screen. “They are totally different characters,” Dean added firmly. His favorite TV show has nothing in common with the other supposed medical drama show Patrick Dempsey was in.

“Hush you two. It’s the interesting part,” You say to the two men, adjusting your head on Gabriel’s shoulder.

You saw Dean’s body coming into your peripheral vision, as the man was looking for something. You ignored his presence as you concentrated on your movie, you let out a happy sigh as Gabriel started to thread his fingers in your hair. This was a perfect night: best movie, best candies, bestie at your side. You were totally oblivious of what was going on around you.

***

Gabriel wasn’t really watching the movie, he knew it by heart, for having watched it so many times. No, something more funny and interesting was going on in the room. He glanced secretly at Dean who suddenly stopped in his quest of whatever he was looking for when he heard your sigh.

The hunter looked at you and Gabriel, not so discreetly, his jaw clenching when he saw the intimate gestures the archangel was giving you. It was totally friendly but Dean didn’t know that.

An amused smile stretched Gabriel’s lips and he quickly hid it behind your head as he kissed it, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. It wasn’t rare for Gabriel to be so touchy with you, the archangel loved cuddles and it didn’t take him too long to know you craved it too. It was totally platonic, the both of you knew it.

But Dean didn’t.

And Gabriel was enjoying every second of this sweet torture. He loved how Dean’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, how his eyes darkened as his gaze zoomed on the spot where Gabriel’s lips rested on your head, how his body was slightly trembling with jealousy or how tight his lips were sealed to prevent himself from saying something.

“Need something?” Gabriel asked casually.

Dean jumped slightly at his question, unaware that he was staring at the both of you. He licked his lips and searched around him, grabbing the nearest thing: a pair of earphones. He waved the thing, as a way to tell Gabriel he had found what he was looking for, then left the room in a hurry.

A cheshire cat’s smile appeared on Gabriel’s lips while you remained totally oblivious, you were too deeply focused on your movie to notice anything.

Interesting.

***

You woke up feeling dizzy and your head hurting as if a herd of elephants had stepped on it the whole night. Carefully you opened your eyes, squeezing them shut quickly as the bright light assaulted you. You blinked a few times before you opened them once and for good. The first thing that hit you was that you didn’t recognize where you were. The last thing you remembered was spending the night with Gabriel. You don’t even remember falling asleep.

“Are you alright?” You heard a strange, chipmunk voice asking you.

That’s when your fuzzy brain registered something you haven’t noticed yet. As you looked around the room, searching for the owner of the voice, you felt that something was wrong. The place and the furniture around you didn’t look like what you were used to. Everything was so colorful and...cartoonish?

“Someone dreamed of her prince, right?” The chipmunk voice giggled and that’s when your eyes fell on the little squirrel standing at your feet.

Your eyes widened, your mouth slack opened as you saw the tiny creature climbing along your legs, finally sitting on your lap, big, brown eyes staring at you.

You jumped from the bed you were sitting on and ran towards the nearest mirror, not believing your own eyes. Your cartoonish reflection looking back at you.

“What the hell?!” You asked your own reflection, your fingers pressed against your face.

***

It took you a bit of time to comprehend what was going on. Apparently you were right in the middle of your favorite movie and for whatever reason, you were the main character, Gisele. Except that the cartoonish characters around you knew your real name, and this little detail didn’t seem to bother them. You stood in the middle of the room, totally speechless as you watched the many (too many) cartoonish forest animals dancing and singing around you. If they wanted you to sing along, it would be over your dead body!

Despite your refusal to play along, the movie kept on going and soon, too soon, the deers and birds looked at something behind you, stuttering and suddenly afraid. Uh-oh...

Being chased by a giant troll isn’t something funny. Within your career as a hunter you’ve seen a lot of weird things, but this had to top everything else.

“Get the hell out of here!” You yelled at the monster who was crawling on the same tree branch you were currently using as a safe space.

And just like in the movie that you knew by heart, the weight of the little chipmunk sent the troll far, far away and leaving you alone holding onto the frail branch as if your life depended on it. There was no way, the tiny creature could save you, you knew what was going to happen next. You closed your eyes and reluctantly let go of the branch, feeling your body falling quickly and heavily. You screamed through the fall because let’s be honest it was scary and the branches that hit you in your fall weren’t leaving a nice feeling to your body. Finally, you landed on something soft and warm, and felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around you.

“Oh my gosh…” You sighed, feeling relieved to still be alive, being an immortal cartoon character had its perks. You lifted your eyes slowly, ready to see Prince Edward from Andalasia for the very first time, and more particularly the one who played the character.

“Sam?” You said, totally bewildered as you were expecting James Marsden instead.

But Sam Winchester, your friend and hunting partner, was the one wearing the burgundy outfit instead. He was a cartoon as well but you could recognize his face easily.

“Yes, it’s me! And you are?” Sam asked you, a strange look written all over his face as if it was the first time he saw you.

“Y/N. Come on this isn’t funny. I don’t know what’s going on but we need to do something.” You said, as you tried to climb down from the horse you fell onto but Sam held you tight, keeping you in place.

“Oooh Y/N! You’re right. We shall be married in the morning!” As if his sudden (and not romantic at all) wedding proposal wasn’t surprising you enough, you fell speechless when you heard him starting to sing.

“You were made…” Sam sang, expecting you to finish the song.

“I’m not singing.” You said plainly, pushing against his chest to free yourself.

Everything froze around you, as if the time had stopped. You looked around and quickly your eyes fell onto the only thing that was still moving.

“Gabriel.” You should have known it was because of him. Who else would have enough power to create all of this?

“Come on, Sugar. Sing along!” The archangel said with energy, coming closer to you and holding out his hand to help you get down from the horse.

“What does all of this mean?” You asked, feeling furious and you weren’t going to let his funny cartoonish look disturb you.

“Consider it as a well-needed break.” Gabriel started to explain. “Don’t be mad. I know you’re feeling down lately-”

“Of course I’m feeling down, we lost an innocent on our last hunt.” You reminded him, you had explained everything the night before. “The guy is dead because of me.”

It was Gabriel’s turn to stop you. “That is not your fault. Those things happen.”

You rolled your eyes at that and crossed your arms upon your chest, showing Gabriel your back. You were going to give him the silent treatment, and you were not in the mood to play in his stupid pranks.

“It’s just a dream, I swear. I wanted to do something nice for you, that’s all.”

“Really?” You turned around, hearing the defeat in his tone. Your arms fell at your sides as you relaxed a bit.

“Well,” You didn’t need to look at him to know there was a mischievous smile curling his lips. Gabriel’s arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Just play along, enjoy it while you can and once you wanna get out of it, all you have to do is to realize what you truly want,” he told you, not even an ounce of wickedness in his voice. He was genuinely worried about you and wanted only your well-being.

“What I truly want?” You parrotted as you broke the embrace, feeling something fishy behind those words.

The Archangel wiggled his eyebrows before disappearing. You called his name several times but he was already gone and you could only count on yourself to get out of here.

“Great…” Was the last thing you had time to say before everything turned black.

And the story started all over again.

And again and again.

After the fifth time, you realized that if you wanted to reach the end of the movie, or this dream or whatever it was, you had to play along just like what Gabe said. Well, you better start doing it, the faster you would reach the end, the faster you would wake up. After all, it was just a dream, nothing could go wrong right? And the fact that Patrick Dempsey was waiting for you was another good reason to keep moving.

***

“So, get this,” Sam entered the library, throwing a newspaper into Dean’s lap.

“Come on man! We’ve just got back, can’t we have a little break?” Dean groaned but picked up the newspaper anyway.

“It’s not that far and there’s already three vics. Looks like a simple salt and burn, it would only take us one day, two at tops.”

Dean kept on reading the article, nodding absentmindedly at his little brother’s words. Sam was right, the three vics were from the same family and each of them died in the same house within weird circumstances. And after the last hunt, Dean knew an easy win was what you needed to cheer you up. With one look, Dean knew that was also the main reason for Sam to go.

Dean slapped his thighs as he stood up. “Alright! Get ready, we’re leaving in ten.”

Sam nodded and headed for his room to get ready, though Dean stopped him in his tracks when he asked him to go and tell you they were leaving.

“She’s still in her room?” Sam asked, a bit surprised when he checked the time. It was already one in the afternoon and now that he thought about it, he hasn't seen you since the night before. There was only one reason for you to stay inside your room for so long. You were more depressed than what Sam thought.

The soft and gentle knock on your door didn’t get any response from you, so Sam knocked again, a bit more firmly. When he still got no answer from you, Sam brought his face closer to the door.

“Y/N? Uh...we found a case. A simple salt and burn case so don’t pack too heavy, ok? We’re leaving in ten,” Sam told you from his side of the door. He turned around, already thinking about what he needed to pack but after a second he glanced at your door again. You still haven’t answered him.

Sam knocked again. “Y/N? You’re awake?” His hand was already turning the doorknob. The door opened a crack, leaving enough room for Sam to take a look inside.

“Y/N?” Sam opened the door completely and entered your room. He came closer to your bed when he spotted you still soundly asleep.

Gently he shook your shoulder, hopeful that the movement would be enough to stir you awake.

“Come on, this is not funny.” Sam tried to chuckle but something deep down his stomach told him you weren’t faking it. “Dean!”

It didn’t take long for Dean to come in. The urgency in his brother’s voice was enough of a warning and when he realized that Sam was in your room, Dean feared the worst. They had tried everything to wake you up but failed miserably. Your chest was moving up and down which meant you were asleep, and more importantly still alive. There was no trace of pain on your face, on the contrary, a small smile adorned your peaceful face.

“What’s going on?” Dean walked back and forth in front of your bed while Sam kept staring at you, thinking deeply.

“Do you think it’s a curse?” Sam offered but both brothers were quick to ditch the possibility, it’s been a few months since your last encounter with a witch.

“I don’t know. A demon maybe?” Dean tried but he didn’t know what could have put you in this state. The bunker was the safest place in the world, nothing could enter and hurt them here.

“Why does it always have to be something evil with you two?” Gabriel asked from the corner of the room, his sudden appearance making both Winchesters jump.

“Gabe! You have to do something. You have to help her.” Dean was quick to reach the Archangel, not bothering about the fact that he just appeared for no reason.

“Oh I’m already helping her, don’t worry,” Gabriel pushed Dean slightly on the side so he could come closer and sit at your feet. A fond smile on his lips as he watched you sleep peacefully.

The Winchesters remained silent, staring at Gabriel expectantly, waiting for more information from him. The archangel rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, how could those two idiots be still alive, after so many years was beyond him. They were so slow sometimes.

“I’m the one who put her under the sleeping spell.” Sometimes it was better to say it straight if you wanted to get to the main point quickly.

“What?” The Winchester brothers said in sync.

“She’s having the time of her life! Well...she’s going to if she relaxes and lets go.” Gabriel announced, proud of himself. Though his own satisfaction disappeared quickly when Dean grabbed him by the collar and pushed him strongly against the nearest wall.

“Wake. Her. Up.” Dean seethed lowly, he was ready to beat the hell out of Gabriel if he needed to. Super powerful archangel or not.

“Now, now,” Gabriel easily freed himself from Dean’s tight grip. “That’s not my job.”

“And whose job is it?” Sam asked, he was calmer than his older brother but he needed just one more tiny push before feeling the need to kill Gabriel himself.

“Prince Not So Charming over here,” Gabriel replied, his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at Dean.

“What?” Dean’s eyes widened. He didn’t have time to react when Gabriel stopped in front of him, pressing two fingers to his forehead.

“One rule: play along and be honest,” he whispered before Dean fell unconscious.

That's how she knows that you love her

That's how you show her you love her (That's how you know)

He didn’t know what was going on anymore. One second he was inside your room, ready to give Gabriel the death sentence, and the other he was sitting in a white carriage in the middle of who knows where.

You've got to show her you need her

Don't treat her like a mind reader (That's how you know)

Dean didn’t know what was the craziest. The fact that he was sitting in a carriage, wearing a monkey suit, or that he was watching you singing and dancing with people, too many people. And you were wearing a dress too! As far as he could, he didn’t remember seeing you in a dress. He had to admit that it suited you. You should wear it more often even though it wouldn’t be practical during a hunt.

That's how she knows that you love her

That's how you know that you love her

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted (He's your love)

The crowd cheered happily once the song was over. It took a few seconds for Dean to understand what was going on. He's heard this song so many times, the monstrous melody was engraved into his brain forever.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You were giggling and clapping enthusiastically as you sat down, sitting in front of Dean. You still were a bit surprised to see Dean instead of Patrick Dempsey. You knew Gabriel was having fun with the three of you, and you had to admit that seeing Sam wearing tights was particularly funny but you still were wondering why Gabriel thought having Dean here as well would be funny. Strangely, you didn’t complain about it. Sure Dean wasn’t Patrick Dempsey but he was still Dean Winchester and you would be lying to yourself if you said that Dean wasn’t easy on the eyes. It was difficult to play at first, having the face of your friend in front of you but you quickly realized that he wasn’t truly Dean, just a dreamy representation, just like Sam.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him when you noticed something different in his eyes. There was a kind of glint in them that wasn’t there before.

“Where the hell are we?” Dean exclaimed grumpily. “And since when are you singing?”

You blinked several times, surprised by his outburst. “Dean? Is that really you?”

“Son of a bitch!” He yelped, shoving away the two doves over his head.

Well, things just get more complicated.

***

“Really, Gabriel?” Sam gave the archangel his best bitchy face, the latter only shrugged, not seeing where the problem was.

Sam grunted as he tried to lift Dean’s unconscious body from the ground. When he cast the spell, Gabriel didn’t see the need to prevent Dean from the heavy fall, it was even a little funny if he was honest. Once Dean was securely thrown over his shoulder, Sam glared at the angel.

“You mind telling me what this is about?”

“She needed a break, ok? She was feeling really, really down yesterday night.” Gabriel started to explain, a mix between seriousness and worry written all over his face.

“We know.” Sam agreed, his anger slowly replaced by sadness. “We were working on it.”

Gabriel scoffed at that. “Right! Another hunt, huh? It worked so well before.”

“Because you think your way is better?” Sam shifted from one foot to another, his brother was kind of heavy.

Gabriel shrugged. He didn’t know if his little plan would work but it was worth the shot. Truth to be told, you and Dean were really stubborn, and if you didn’t play his little game like how Gabriel expected, who knew what would happen.

***

Dean was standing in the middle of a living room, wearing only a bathrobe. He did as you told him and followed your lead. You’ve spent half of the day together, acting like the characters of your movie, and he would lie if he said that he didn’t enjoy the time he had spent with you at the restaurant but he had enough of all this shit already. He didn’t know why he ended up here and he couldn’t care less, what mattered the most was to get you and him out of here, as soon as possible.

“You have to wake up, Y/N.” He told you sharply, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake up the little girl sleeping in the next room.

“Don’t you think I’m trying?” You hissed, using a cushion to hide your bare legs. You were only wearing a shirt, and you wouldn’t feel as embarrassed as you were feeling now if it was Patrick Dempsey instead of Dean. “Gabe told me to play along and that’s what I’m doing.”

“He told me that too,” Dean remembered the last words from Gabriel before he was sent into this nightmare.

“Every time I refuse to follow the movie, it starts all over again. I think if I reach the end of it, I’ll wake up but as for you, I have no idea why you’re here. I mean, you were here but it wasn’t really you before, if you know what I mean?”

“I don’t know the movie. How am I supposed to stop this?” Dean groaned then started to pace in the middle of the room. To be honest, he knew the movie, the big lines anyway. Whenever he watched it with you, Dean was more focused on you than the movie. He loved the fact that it brought a smile to your face every time. Of course, he wasn’t going to admit this out loud.

You sighed and scratched the back of your head. “Just follow my lead.” You stood up and stood in front of him, trying to ignore the fact that Dean Winchester was naked under that bathrobe. “Let’s start a fight.”

“I’m sorry?” Dean blinked several times, totally lost with your plan.

“Come on, yell at me or something.” You encouraged him, waving your hands in the air.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Dean scoffed and took a step aside.

“Really?” You defied, knowing you were heading exactly where you wanted.

“No.”

“No?” Perfect. You were back on track! “Is that the only word that you know? No?”

“What? No!”

“Yeah? No! Over and over again. Every word out of your mouth is ‘no’! It makes me so...angry!” You forced a laugh with the last word, you weren’t in the mood at all, but the show must go on as they say.

“Are you alright?” Dean asked, worried about your sanity. He knew what Gabriel’s tricks could do to a human mind.

You punched him in the chest lightly before calming down. “I’m...I’m wonderful.”

Dean’s face told you he wasn’t buying it.

You were far from wonderful, you perfectly knew what was going to happen next, and it was going to be awkward. Why did it have to be Dean in front of you? Playing your part just became ten times worse. You swallowed hard as you brought your fingers near Dean’s bare chest. Dean froze when he felt your fingers against his skin, just over his heart. It took all his willpower to control the beating as calmly as possible. You glanced at his lips then his eyes, oblivious of Dean doing exactly the same thing. Slowly you brought your face closer, Dean doing the same. You shouldn’t feel so scared, you knew what was going to happen, everything was fake. So why were you so thrilled suddenly? Did Dean know he had to walk away?

Apparently yes, because the next second Dean cleared his throat and walked away. This was a real torture to him, he needed to get out of here before he would do something you would regret. You didn’t have to pretend you were feeling disappointed with him leaving you alone, and you really were confused about what just happened and what you were starting to feel.

***

Once he had laid down Dean on his bed, Sam came back into your room where Gabriel was still watching over you. He was expecting this to be over already, what was taking them so long?

“This is your worst idea, ever, Gabe,” Sam said grumpily as he sat next to the archangel, a hand rubbing his face.

“I know they’re kind of slow but-” Gabriel agreed, knowing his plan wasn’t perfect but he had little time to think about it.

“Slow? That’s an understatement.” Sam scoffed, shaking his head. “My brother thinks it’s one-sided or that he doesn’t deserve her or some crap, while Y/N is too scared to admit she’s head over heels in love with Dean.”

“You knew?” Gabriel was surprised. He had just realized there might be something between them, the night before. How come Sam knew before him?

“You spend as much time with those two idiots as I do and you’ll know,” Sam smirked, before he became serious again, wanting to know more about Gabriel’s next move. “So what are you going to do to fix this mess if none of them admit their feelings?”

Gabriel’s lack of an answer wasn’t reassuring. He hadn’t thought about that.

***

As if being stuck in this movie wasn’t enough already, Dean had to be wearing this stupid royal outfit. The material was scratching his skin and he wasn’t thinking about the pair of tights. This was humiliating, really. Gabriel was so dead once they were back. If they ever came back.

All his negative thoughts flew away when Dean spotted you at the top of the giant stairs. You were once again wearing a dress. If there was one thing that he enjoyed with this mess, it was the dresses, they looked really good on you. Though, right now you were stunning. The dress was really simple contrary to the royal dresses the folks around him were wearing but you were the most beautiful woman in the room to Dean’s eyes. Honestly, he didn’t need you to wear a dress to find you beautiful and attractive. You gave him the most beautiful and biggest smile as your eyes made contact with his. Even though he didn’t know the movie as best as you, Dean recognized that part of the movie. It was your favorite part, you told him that every time you’ve reached that particular scene. The way your face would brighten saying this, how carefree and innocent you looked when you admitted it, Dean loved every fucking second of it and that’s why he accepted to watch the movie with you every time you asked him to.

As he was fondly thinking about those precious moments he had shared with you back in the bunker, his eyes followed your form elegantly walking down the stairs. This scene was becoming his favorite too, but only because you both were in it. You stopped just a few inches from him, and Dean was still lost in his thoughts, his lips slightly parted and totally speechless.

Someone cleared his throat and broke the magical spell between you two. That was when Dean noticed Sam next to you.

“Nice tights, Sammy,” Dean mumbled, trying to focus on something else than you.

“Thank you, peasant.” Sam thanked him, genuinely.

“Still not the real Sam.” You whispered to Dean.

“Right.” Dean nodded, still thinking about his first encounter with this weird Sam, and more particularly the moment he heard him sing. He will make fun of his little brother for the rest of his life.

A voice resonated into the huge ballroom. “Well folks, it’s that time of the night. I would like to ask each gentleman to invite a lady he did not accompany this evening to dance the King and Queen’s Waltz.”

Sam invited the woman who was Dean’s partner, the latter more than happy he did. Dean had tried the whole evening to get rid of her, refusing to dance with her or whatever crap the movie expected him to do. It was during that time when Dean realized that Y/N was the only one who had to follow the movie. The rule was only meant for you apparently. She accepted and walked with Sam in the middle of the room, getting ready to dance and leaving you and Dean alone and very awkward. He knew what was going to happen next and he was so not ready for this.

“Y/N,” Dean stuttered, licking his dry lips before giving you an apologetic look. “I don’t dance.”

You came closer, holding his hand in yours. “Please. Humor me,” you whispered, your eyes roaming over his. Dean obliged because there was no way he was going to say no to you when you looked at him like that.

The soft music started as you walked, hand in hand towards the middle of the room. Feeling insecure and totally out of your comforting zone you stood face to face. Dean exhaled softly before grabbing your right hand in his and resting his other one on your hip while yours found the perfect place over his left shoulder. Slowly the both of you started to sway from left to right, the moves awkward but soon you let yourselves go and started to properly waltz. Sure, it didn’t look as professional as it was in the movie, but to you, it was still perfect. Slowly you got closer, Dean brought his lips near your ear, hot breath tickling your skin.

When you heard Dean’s soft but offkey voice singing the lyrics, exactly like in the movie, you felt your heart skipping a beat and realized what all of this was about. You finally understood what Gabriel wanted you to know. All those strange feelings you’ve had since you’ve met him, it was more than friendship. If you were honest with yourself, you secretly knew what it was but you were too scared to admit it, even to yourself. Ignorance is bliss, particularly in your lifestyle. You smiled as Dean pulled you closer to him, feeling his warmth against your skin and you let yourself enjoy the moment, a soft smile on your face as you rested your head against his shoulder.

Too soon, someone broke the moment. Nancy, Dean’s date, interrupted you and asked for Dean’s attention, while Sam did the same with you. Regrettably, you let Dean go and accepted Sam’s awaiting hand. The two of you shared one last longing look before you started to climb up the stairs. Once you were at the top, Sam went to get your wrap after he made sure you were fine. You were far from being fine contrary to what you had assured him. You weren’t even pretending to play along anymore, you were truly devastated because you knew that it was only a dream, and once everything would be over, it would only remain a dream. There was no way Dean Winchester would be in love with you. The lyrics of the song fitted perfectly ‘So close and still so far.’

You jumped when an old lady appeared behind your back. It was the old witch, the one who wanted to kill you and you tried your best to not roll your eyes as you let her speak and pretend that she has been looking for you. If only you had your gun with some witch killing bullet with you but you could only cringe as you felt her wrinkled hands covering your bare shoulders as she forced you to look at Dean.

“To never be with the one you love.” She said, and you were hit by the truth behind those words.

Then she offered a red apple. “Just one bite, my love, and all of this will go away.” If only it was true.

You glanced one more time at Dean who was looking at you as well. Judging by his face you could tell he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. That was when a strange, and very stupid thought crossed your mind. Maybe you could stay like this? Maybe if you refused to finish the movie over and over again it would only restart to the beginning, and never end?

“But you must hurry. The magic will not work unless you take a bite before the clock strikes 12.” The witch warned you, pushing the apple into your hands. You didn’t need to think twice and took a tiny bite, falling unconscious the next second.

“No!” Dean screamed, witnessing the whole scene. How could he forget that part? He had made fun of it with you, saying it was too cliché. He started to run towards you as the witch took you away, kicking into the stupid apple as he climbed up two steps at a time. Fortunately, Sam was quicker than him and stopped the witch to leave with you.

Someone brought a small couch for you and Sam laid you down gently before taking his sword out from its sheath and pointing it right against the witch’s throat.

“Y/N.” Dean knelt next to you, fearing the worst when he saw how pale your face was. He had seen enough dead people to know how death looked like. And right now, he was living one of his deepest fears.

The witch started to explain what happened but Dean didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t have time for this stupid drama.

“Shut up!” Dean shouted, leaving everyone speechless. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, he would do anything to bring you back.

“Kiss her,” Dean asked Sam in a whisper. He knew what needed to be done.

“What?”

“A true love’s kiss, all of this is about this stupid crap so now kiss her and bring her back to me!” Dean yelled, he didn’t care if it followed the movie or not, he just wanted to bring you back. That was all that mattered.

“Yes of course!” Sam exclaimed, before pushing Dean on the side and kneeling in front of you. “I knew that,” Sam added, matter of factly. He clearly forgot about that.

Sam pressed his lips against yours, there was nothing romantic in the gesture. A simple brush of his lips against yours, as if there was no feeling at all. He parted and waited for you to open your eyes but nothing happened. So Sam tried again, pressing his lips a bit more forceful, again and again.

“Why isn’t it working?” Dean whispered, feeling more desperate as the seconds ticked by. Speaking of seconds, the clock chimed, announcing midnight. The witch laughed evilly, giving Dean a weary feeling.

“When the clock strikes 12, she will be dead.” The witch informed Sam and Dean, she was glad that her plan worked perfectly.

“Somebody as a gun?” He asked no one in particular. If the kiss didn’t work, maybe killing the witch would break the spell?

“Unless…” Sam started to say, thinking deeply before turning his gaze towards Dean.

“No, no, no. It couldn’t be me.” Dean shook his head, he knew you weren’t feeling anything for him. You were just friends. It was one-sided. It wouldn’t work and you were running out of time, he needed to find something else.

“Kiss her, Dean! It’s ok.” Nancy cut him short, urging him to do it.

Dean shifted from one foot to another, not liking the sudden attention on him. The clock chimed again and Dean finally moved. He knelt once again and brushed the hair that fell in front of your eyes. Gently his hand cupped the back of your neck and brought your face closer to his.

“Please, please, please.” Dean murmured as he lowered his own face.

The clock struck 12 as he pressed his lips against your cold ones, in a chaste kiss. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and looked at you, praying for your eyes to open but as he was fearing nothing happened and you remained still. You weren’t feeling the same, he knew it.

The crowd fell silent and the air around was filled with sadness as they lowered their heads.

A soft gasp left your lips as you slowly regained consciousness, your eyes falling over Dean’s teary ones. You gave him a soft smile as your hand cupped his cheek.

“I thought that I had lost you.” Dean breathed, tightening his hold around your waist.

You shook your head no before you pressed your forehead against his.

“Come on, let’s finish this movie, and let’s go back.” Dean smiled at you as he helped you to stand up.

Gently you pushed him away, giving him an apologetic smile. “I’m not coming back, Dean.”

“What?” Dean chuckled, thinking you were joking but his smile fell when he saw how serious you looked.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to live knowing this is not true. Gabriel gave me this gift and I intend to keep it. Now that I know how it feels like, I can’t let it go, Dean.” You tried to explain.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked, totally lost. Why did you change your mind? Why now, after all of this? This was not supposed to go that way.

“Everything is so perfect, too perfect to be true. I don’t even think you’re really you.” You walked around the couch, stopping a few feet from the witch.

“I’m real, alright,” Dean argued, his eyes following your every move.

“Yeah, right.” You chuckled and picked up the sword on the floor. “Dean Winchester, the badass hunter who doesn’t like chick-flick moments dancing and singing? Come on…”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Dean held out his hands, silently begging you to stop what you were going to do. “Look at me, please. It’s me, I swear.”

“I’m tired of this. I don’t want to feel bad because I screwed up a case. I have enough of this burden and if I’m being honest, I can’t go back and just be friends. This, here, is better. It’s all I ever wanted without knowing it.” You said more to yourself than him. You were totally lost in your thoughts. “If I don’t end this movie, it will start again and again. It’s not perfect but it’s still better than nothing.”

“Y/N, don’t!” Dean warned but it was in vain and he could only watch you helplessly as you killed the witch. She wasn’t supposed to die like that, even Dean knew it. Everything froze around you and you gave one last glance at Dean before everything became black.

***

Dean woke up with a start. It took a few seconds for his brain to register that he was back into the bunker. Without wasting another second, Dean rushed out of his room and headed for yours. Sam and Gabriel jumped from surprise when Dean barged into the room.

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, relieved that his brother was safe but Dean didn’t care, his attention focused on your still sleeping form.

“Wait. If you’re awake, why isn’t she?” Sam asked, suspecting there was a problem.

Dean licked his lips as he took a step closer to your bed. “She...she doesn’t want to.”

“What? Why?” Gabriel and Sam exclaimed at the same time.

“I don’t know, ok?” Dean yelled at them, they were too loud and he needed to think, he needed to find a way to bring you back. “Send me in there again. I’ll make her change her mind.”

Gabriel remained silent and simply stared at him. He couldn’t send him back once again. There were no more ingredients for the spell. It was only meant for two.

“Send me back, Gabriel! Now!” Dean roared, pushing the archangel hard against the wall.

“I can’t!”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Sam put himself between the both of them, stopping the fight before it became really serious. “What happened, there? What did you do?”

Dean tried to compose himself, giving Gabriel one last murder look. “We were in this movie, her favorite one.”

“Enchanted?” Sam asked for more precision, knowing perfectly your guilty pleasure. You weren’t shy about it.

“Yeah. We played the roles, just like Gabriel wanted. We thought that if we reached the end of the movie we would be back. Everything worked perfectly until I kissed her and…”

“You two kissed?” Sam and Gabriel asked, once again in sync. A huge smile on their faces, it did work as they expected in the end.

“Not really the main event right now!” Dean tried to keep the guys focused. “Then she said she wanted to stay and living it over and over again was better than nothing. I don’t know what she meant.” Dean added before he sat next to you, his head between his hands. He didn’t know what else he could do.

Gabriel weighed the pros and cons, all of this went too far. Without wasting another second he walked towards your bed and pressed two fingers against your forehead. You didn’t really understand what Gabriel meant but keeping you in this state for too long isn't safe anymore. He needed to wake you up. He would find another way to make you realize anyway.

However nothing happened, you were still sleeping. Watching you carefully, Gabriel noticed that your eyelids weren’t moving anymore, meaning you weren’t even dreaming.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked, noticing how Gabriel’s body tensed up.

“I erased the dream but she still won’t wake up. I don’t know what’s going on. It’s not supposed to go this way.” Gabriel explained, worried filling his voice.

“So what now? She’s not even in the dream? Where is she?” Dean asked, fearing the worst.

“Like a coma, or something? I don’t know!” The archangel yelled, he was not used to this kind of problem.

“Alright,” Sam tried to put the pieces back in order. “Gabriel, is it a spell or your own magic?”

“A bit of both, I guess? But mainly a spell.” Gabriel answered.

“So there must be a cure, right?” Sam said, already leaving the room and heading for the library.

Gabriel and Dean were right behind him. The three men started to research through the many books in the library.

“Where did you find that spell?” Sam asked, they needed as much information as possible if they wanted to find the cure.

“I’ve spent a wonderful night with that witch, name was Zahia. Geez, she was wicked!” Gabriel smiled mischievously as he remembered that particular night. Quickly he cleared his throat and became serious all over again when he noticed the brothers weren’t interested in those details.

“Great, call her and tell her to bring her ass here,” Dean ordered.

“It was one hundred years ago! In Casablanca. I don’t know if she’s even alive.”

“Then start reading,” Sam mumbled, throwing Gabriel the nearest book before opening the one in front of him.

***

It has been two days and they were still clueless. Gabriel did try to find Zahia but as he suspected she was nowhere to be found. For the first time Gabriel, the Archangel was feeling desperate. Because of him, one of his best human friends (the only one) was sleeping peacefully, waiting for her death and he couldn’t not do anything to help her.

“Did you try to kiss her?” Gabriel asked Dean who closed his book, quite noisily.

“What? You believe in true love’s kiss?” Dean scoffed, having enough of it.

Sam, who came with more coffee, stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, pointing the coffee pot at his brother. “You know what? It might be worth a shot.”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way it will be that easy!” Dean argued, jumping to his feet.

“There’s always a part of truth in the legends, Dean,” Sam said calmly. “It won’t hurt to try.”

Dean shook his head, and exited the library, fuming. This was the dumbest idea they came with. After everything they went through, they should know that all that crap didn’t work. There was no such thing as ‘love is the most powerful thing in the world’ or ‘a true love’s kiss’. No, their lives were full of curses, hurt, and death. Period.

Unknowingly Dean walked into the bunker until he reached your room and was now pacing in front of your closed door. Dean remained silent for a moment, thinking hard about it. He didn’t really believe in it but Sam was right, he had nothing to lose if he tried. Dean ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily before opening your door.

Silently he walked inside and sat on the edge of your bed, taking a few minutes to look at you. You were becoming paler as the days passed, Gabriel tried his best to keep your health in good condition but the curse seemed to block most of his powers. It was just a matter of hours before you would be gone for good.

He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers while he held one of your hands with his free one. Dean took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“I know our lives are far from perfect. To be honest they are crappy and I understand that you don’t want to live it anymore. Staying in your little dream was more appealing, believe me, I know how you felt. But look at what happened now, you still went down the bad path and didn’t get what you really wanted. It’s not fair.”

His voice was only a whisper, as if he was scared of waking you up when it was only what he truly wanted. He was such a mess! You were dying, without even knowing it and Dean couldn’t do anything to save you.

“I should have told you earlier, I know that. And I won’t make the same mistake, so I’m gonna tell you how I really feel about you, I hope you can hear me.”

Dean moved a bit, taking a more comfortable position.

“I’m so mad at you right now. I don’t hate you, because I can’t hate you, let’s be honest. But I’m mad, Y/N. You choose the easy way, you stopped fighting, this is not you. You’re the cool chick who fights tooth and nail and who never gives up.”

He had to stop for a short second, sniffing as he fought against the tears. His grip around your hand tightened before he kept on going.

“And that’s why I love you. You’re always reminding me there’s hope. You’re my hope, Y/N. I can’t promise you the moon or the happy endings but I can promise you that I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you. I’ve already made this promise a few years ago, I just never told anyone.”

Dean stopped stroking your cheek, cupping the back of your head instead, the exact same move that he had done earlier in your dream.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” Dean whispered, bringing your face closer to his before he pressed his lips against yours in another chaste kiss. Praying with all his heart that the magic would strike again.

Slowly Dean parted, his hands refusing to let go as he held his breath. He couldn’t believe it when he felt your body twitching, your eyes fluttering open slowly.

“Hey…” You smiled sleepily. “What did I miss?”

Dean smiled back at you, breathing once again as you were finally awake.

“The most heartbreaking declaration of love I’ve ever heard. A bit too cheesy but who cares?” Gabriel’s voice came from the other side of the closed door, quickly followed by a thumping noise and a cry of pain.

Dean was already planning five ways to kill him and make him suffer but your voice broke his concentration.

“Oh, I don’t know. I kind of like it.” You smirked when his eyes fell on you, a blush covering your cheeks.

“You heard it? All of it?” Dean asked, he wanted to be sure.

You nodded and your smile fell. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I thought it wouldn’t be possible for you to...you know?” You trailed off, looking at the wall instead of him.

“Oh, I know,” Dean said, his hand cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. “But let me show you how wrong you were instead, hum?” He whispered, bringing his face closer and kissing you again.

This one was more passionate, all of his feelings poured into the kiss. Everything he wanted to tell you but couldn’t. This kiss wasn’t chaste as the few ones you shared, in your dream or in reality. This one was needy and a little something more than what you could expect for a fairy tale movie.

FIN

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[xhanisai]

AU where Gabriel is Chat Noir and Adrien is Papillon

- And Marinette is still Ladybug

- Let's call this the Holy Shit Gabriel is a good guy? AU

- Adrien is the villain/anti-hero in this

- Backstory time :D

- Gabriel has been sentenced to jail for murdering his wife, Emilie Agreste, when Adrien was only eight years old.

- He was bailed out after two years, created a whole new identity and now goes by as Felix Roi (fuck knows why I just came up with the name just now)

- He works as taxi driver, trying to live a calm, redeemable life despite heavy burdens and guilt. No one knows he's Gabriel. He has facial hair, styles his hair differently and wears contacts. He sticks to the outskirts of Paris.

- Gabriel never meant to kill Emilie, it was an accident.

- Adrien doesn't know that (along with everyone else)- he thinks his father is a murderer and vowed to find Gabriel and kill him with his bare hands.

- Ever since the accident, Natalie became Adrien's legal guardian. They live in a modest yet comfortable house, with Natalie working day and night as a lawyer.

- This means that they rarely spend time much to Natalie's dismay.

- Adrien is a lot more tame, cunning and observational in this AU. He's a bit more selfish too. (Maybe a bit like his PV prototype character) He's still relatively polite, never modelled, never met Chloe.

- Adrien refused to socialise and stuck with homeschooling till he gave into Natalie's pleas and began attending Mari's school just before he turned fourteen (so yeah working along canon events)

- A few days before school, when visiting his mother's room in the old abandoned mansion, Adrien finds the butterfly miraculous in a hidden room.

- Here's a small snippet of the interaction between Adrien and Nooroo:

"This notebook says that you grant powers to the weilder, the ability to use the emotions of hosts and turn them into champions that will obey the weilder's whims..."

"Please...Adrien...you're a young child. Don't do anything horrific with this power..."

"Listen, I have no interest in taking over the world or any of that crap. I just need your help in finding my father, please."

"O-oh? That's a relief! You're a good host then aren't you? Pardon me for prying...may I ask a question?"

"You don't have to be so polite. And yes, sure?"

"Has your father gone missing? Or something along the lines?"

"Nope. He's hiding."

"...why?"

"Because he knows that once I find him, I will kill him."

- Adrien explains what Gabe did to his mother, his mindset has concluded that Gabriel would kill more people. Nooroo tries to reason with Adrien, saying how two wrongs don't make a right. Adrien remarks with:

"If you're not on board, then that's fine. I'll do this alone, just like I've always been doing so."

- The kwami then persists to help Adrien, internally vowing to change the boy for the better.

- Gabriel receives the black cat miraculous after saving Fu's life (the old man fell in a river, Gabe jumped in and saved him, even paid all the hospital expenses).

- The dynamic between Plagg and Gabriel is pretty hilarious. Plagg likes to annoy Gabe as much as possible, eat everything in the fridge and even pull pranks.

- The dynamic between Gabe when he's Chat Noir and Ladybug borders on father-daughter like. Gabriel is a bit awkward at first, having zero knowledge and little interaction with children. He's even a bit cold to Ladybug at first. He warms up to her soon, realising she's around his son's age and promises to protect her from harm. If he couldn't do anything right for Adrien, he could at least redeem himself with Ladybug.

- Ladybug lovingly teases him as Pére Noir to rile him up.

- Adrien calls his little butterflies "helpers" and the people he akumatises "Knights". He goes for negative emotions because they're the easiest to control. Only the Knights know that Papillon is after Gabriel Agreste specifically. The rest of Paris plus the heroes are left to guess as the Knights tear through the city, searching.

- Papillon, Chat Noir and Ladybug all meet face to face on the first day of the akumatisation (Stoneheart). Ladybug declaring that she and her partner will protect Paris whilst Papillon stands there silently with his hoard of butterflies. He leaves without a word, humoured by the heroes.

- Ladybug's first impression when Papillon appears:

"Oh shit he's hot-"

- Insert Chat Noir facepalming himself.

- Marinette becomes Adrien's first ever friend when he joins the school. They mutually fall for each other.

- Adrien shows his love by soft, subtle gestures (tucking the hair behind Marinette's ear, smiling at her, brushing his fingers with hers, etc)

- Marinette sometimes stammer but quickly gets over that, only blushing profusely when Adrien's around and letting herself sass him.

- The duo become so close, painfully obviously in love with each other yet blind to the other's affection. Neither want to pursue too much because of their side jobs lel.

- Both Mari and Adrien open up not just to each other but to their class as well. Adrien starts to realise what he's been missing out on in life.

- He gets jealous really easily. Also, since he's behind on social norms, some things he say is rather...odd...

"What's wrong with me saying I want the whole world to know Marinette's mine, that's why I gave her a bell necklace?"

"DUDE. YOU JUST DON'T."

"I only said she smelt good?"

"Adrien, boy, hun. You had the look on your eye that made us think you were going to eat her up."

- Papillon does come out sometimes as his Knights search through the city, observing. His butterflies are able to make a temporary shield around him to stop the heroes from nabbing him. One time, he was drinking tea within the shield, after he was defeated, letting the heroes make a fool of themselves in trying to pierce it.

- Papillon doesn't have a timer, rather, he is very vulnerable and can only possess one person per day.

- The real villain pops up one day, a peacock themed villain. She calls herself Mayura and is after all the miraculouses.

- The trio have no choice but to work together in defeating her villains. She's incredibly strong.

- Mid fight against her, Ladybug had to run off to recharge. The villain comes across her when she's currently Marinette, only for Papillon to save her.

- It's the first time she sees him engage combat.

- He swiftly takes her somewhere safe. Marinette is taken aback with how worried he looked as he checked for any injuries on her. She hates how her heart skips a few beats over this.

- With a relived sigh, Papillon leaves but not before giving a chaste kiss on the corner of her lip and telling her to stay safe before leaving away.

- Marinette combusts on the spot.

[mirrcrxball-archived]

💖 //seeing as he's basically married to Danny, how about Evan and/or Gabe 👀

hdaiushd that comment about him and Danny just made me so happy, you don’t even know. And you’re getting both of them, because yes. 

Evan: 

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No  Say “I love you” first? Yes | No Cheat on them? Yes | No Be the jealous type? Yes | No Plan the dates? Yes | No Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No Remember anniversaries? Yes | No

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

Do they stay together?

yes, this is endgame (my bby is a hopeless romantic) | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

Evan sticks to the more traditional ones: babe, honey, sweetheart. Nothing too terrible xD 

______

Gabe:

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No Say “I love you” first? Yes | No (my boy is afraid of being vulnerable sometimes) Cheat on them? Yes | No Be the jealous type? Yes | No (depends on his mood) Plan the dates? Yes | No Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No  Remember anniversaries? Yes | No

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

Do they stay together?

yes, this is endgame | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

Gabe would mostly call him “gorgeous” or something like that. Though when he gets in a bit of a teasing mood he might go for things like “my boo boo”, or “fire in my loins” xD 

[bambigoose]

Big Boyfriend Part 2- Tyson Jost

An: Wow it was amazing the response I got to the first part to this. I loved hearing from everybody. Here’s part two as requested :) 

Tyson followed his nose from the apartment door all the way to the kitchen, the rich aroma of fresh made cupcakes fumigating the room. After six months of dating he was familiar with this song and dance, Sarah was a stress baker and with a major test coming up in the next few days the rink she worked at, his team, and himself have been able to gorge themselves on new creations.  The baking supplies were a new addition to his kitchen, Sarah hated cooking in her dorm room the roommates have “greedy” fingers she says. Gabe, EJ, and Nate had purchased a Kitchenmaid stand mixer in the hopes the treats would keep coming and evolving, currently it was filled with freshly made frosting. Tyson didn’t mind, it was nice to have someone around the apartment. They’d worked out a system, claimed their areas of the couch for gaming and studying purposes and zoned each other out most of the time. Every once and a while he’d hear a giggle escape when he’d be chirping the boys over the Xbox, or she’d read out an odd fact she was struggling to remember. Nate says he’ll get smarter by osmosis.

Attempting to stretch his head into the hallway and check where Sarah was located he quickly swiped his finger into the frosting seeing the bathroom door still closed. Ducking back out into the main living area he called out a hello. Smiling as he heard Sarah shuffle quicker to fly out of the bathroom. She skids across the hardwood in her fuzzy socks before he caught her right at the stairs, a move they perfected over time. “Hi babe.” She smiled, kissing him as he lifted her to the floor below the three steps. Landing on her tiptoes, he pulled her closer when she attempted to pull away deepening the kiss. Smiling as they separated she flicked him on the nose. “You stole some of the frosting for my little boyfriend’s birthday cupcakes you brat.”

Tyson began to attempt a denial before she cut him off laughter in her voice, “Don’t you lie to me Tyson Jost I can taste it! And I’m sure if I take a look in that bowl a swipe the size of your finger is missing.”

He grabbed the finger she jokingly was wagging at him while shaking her head, “I see how it is the little boyfriend gets the cupcakes and I don’t get anything.”

“Well it is his birthday. It’s just a “Tyson Tuesday” for you. That happens every week, getting kind of old now don’t you think.” She joked squealing as Tyson pinched her sides, tossing her onto the couch before continuing his assault.

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Two days later Tyson was sitting at his breakfast nook staring at the fridge. Well more specifically staring at a picture on the fridge his girlfriend had hung up to taunt him. Well she wasn’t taunting him, she’s not that cruel but the boys certainly were.  Mattie’s mother took a picture of the two after Sarah made him cupcakes for his birthday. It was a nice picture, even if the little pain was trying to make the moves on Tyson’s girlfriend. Mattie smashed a cupcake on Sarah’s face and he retaliated with one dropped on his head, the picture was taken at the perfect moment that both of them were laughing. When Sarah had been gifted the printed photo she begged him to let her pit it on the fridge, worried she’d lose it or her roommates would wreck it on theirs’s. Tyson of course said yes, but he forgot she’d be clocking extra hours at the lab this week and any time to get a frame was eaten up by school work. The boys ribbed him endlessly over it.

Hearing shuffling from down the hall he slide over the already poured orange juice and kicked out he chair next to him. Arms wrapped around his back and a kiss was laid on the side of his head, “Morning hun. Snow clear up?”

Tyson reached behind him, pulling Sarah over and into his side and kissing her forehead.  “Just stopped about five minutes ago, Mike texted he’s closing the rink today. Morning skate was cancelled too.” A snow storm had hit Denver last night, dropping mounds of snow too quickly for the plows to keep up. After dinner they finished dinner in the apartment last night Tyson convinced Sarah it be better to wait out the storm with him and head into class in the morning instead of returning to her dorm. It proved to be the right call about an hour later when her Friday classes were cancelled due to school closure and now she could stay bundled up with him all weekend.  A sneaky attempt to try and weasel more time with his girlfriend before his upcoming road trip this week.

“A whole day to ourselves with nowhere to go, what ever shall we do?” Sarah joked plopping down into the chair next to him while pulling her unbrushed hair up into a messy bun. “My other boyfriend will be devastated.” She said taking a gulp of her orange juice.  

“Well, he’ll just have to get over it. It’s my turn for some attention.” He laughed pulling her from her sit and into his lap for a kiss.

Sarah sighed and buried her head into his neck , “Stay warm and cuddly and I’ll give you all the attention you want.” She giggled as the laugh Tyson let out shook her entire body. He lifted her up before they collapsed onto the couch pulling a blanket over them both and setting up Netflix.

....

Tyson laughed watching Sarah buzz around the room entertaining all of his teammates and their mutual friends. Gabe Mel and Tyson had successfully pulled off a surprise part for her upon her graduation. Renting out a hall up in the mountains she fell in love with attending a conference earlier this year. EJ and Nate were humoring her as she told him all about her new job for what was likely the fifth time but her excitement was contagious. “MISS SARAH!” was screamed from the entrance causing her to freeze her hand mid-sentence.

Mattie rushed across the floor, a little package in his hand, dodging bodies left and right. Tyson walked over to greet his mother along with Mike and his wife that had just arrived from the rink. Together they approached the foursome while Sarah was squatting down to Mattie’s level opening the little gift.

“Invited the other man I see.” EJ chirped when they arrived. Tyson flipped him off while Mattie was still distracted telling Sarah what had made him choose this gift. She flipped open the little box inside to reveal small dangling earrings of crossed sticks with a puck in the middle.

“These are adorable! Best little boyfriend ever!” She exclaimed picking Mattie up and swinging him around.

Nate leaned closer to Tyson, “Dude you’re in a competition with a five year old and he’s winning.” Tyson punched him in the arm to laughs from the group. Looking across the room, Gabe nodded at him that his plan was complete. Has Mattie and the others headed towards the food, he gently guided Sarah outside to the balcony. He paused as they were outside, beginning to sweat in nerves, he took of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders in the cool air.

Sarah gasped in the fair lights that surrounded the balcony, Tyson paused a moment to remember her in the cute wrap black dress that made him itch to see it on the floor, heels that made her legs appear a mile long, and hair up in a fancy braid Mel had done in anticipation of what was meant to be girls night. He was struck by how much he loved her and was fully confident in his next move, grabbing her and and dropping to one knee. “Babe..” she started eyes wide.

“I love you. I love you when you stress and bake so much that the team collectively gains ten pounds each. I love you when you stick your icicles you call feet against me in the morning, when you’re so mad at me you can’t even talk, and when you’re too tired to function straight. I love how passionate you are about your future and every little thing you do. I don’t deserve it, but will you marry me?”

Tyson didn’t even have time to brace himself before Sarah slammed into him harder then he’d ever been checked before. Grabbing his face and exclaiming yes before kissing him. Cheers erupted through the balcony doors.The couple laughed to each other before kissing again as Tyson slimmed the engagement ring onto her finger. Pulling her into another hug he whispered into her ear, “The other guys gonna have to go.”

Through her giggles Sarah replied, “He’s young, he’ll rebound.” Before connecting her and Tyson’s lips again to whistles and catcalls of an overly energetic Avalanche team.