#no title for this wip yet

[daffi-990]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @tizniz

Soooo … LA Lonely 🏙️ is done! I even have a possible title! -> if my heart was a compass you’d be north

I’m very excited to share this one with you all. It’s cute and has rom-com vibes 🥰🥰🥰

In celebration of finishing it (okay I finished it a few weeks ago but let it sit in my docs for a bit cos I was nervous about getting it beta read for some reason 😅), here is a snippet from the beginning of the fic.

Enjoy 😘

(Prev snippet here)

Buck is just about to head out when he sees him.

The man has brown hair, cropped a bit on the sides with more volume on the top. The hair on top is styled in a way that looks effortless, like he just rolled out of bed and ran his fingers through his hair to tame it and then went about his day. He’s laughing at something someone said, his smile wide and bright, cheeks an adorable shade of pink and the sound of his laughter has something pulling at a thread within Buck, begging him to go over and introduce himself.

He’s fucking beautiful.

Buck abandons all plans of leaving the bar and instead follows the tugged thread, weaving through the crowd until he’s standing at the table. Three pairs of eyes turn towards him and wow, the guy's eyes are gorgeous. They’re brown and deep like a warm cup of coffee and Buck wants to let himself sink to the bottom of their depths and drown.

Brown Eyes is staring right back at him, a curious glint in his eyes as Buck stands there, heart pounding in his chest.

"Hi," Buck manages to say, his voice coming out softer than he intended.

A smile tugs at the corner of Brown Eyes' lips, “Hey.”

No pressure tagging: @diazsdimples (my amazing beta ❤️ you the mvp) @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @bekkachaos @wellcollapse @watchyourbuck @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @the-likesofus @sibylsleaves @poughkeepsies @princessfbi @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @actuallyitsellie @shitouttabuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @spagheddiediaz @queerdiazs @queerweewoo @devirnis @dangerpronebuddie @glorious-spoon @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @kitteneddiediaz @lover-of-mine @lonelychicago @captain-hen @missmagooglie @monsterrae1 and as always, if you have something you want to share -> consider this your official tag 🏷️

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @elvensorceress @diazsdimples @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @dangerpronebuddie 💖💖

started another bucktommy wip 🙈 they consumed me, and im not even mad haha

I was just thinking at work and thought about buck telling tommy about the will (this is gonna get there i promise lol and I think the sperm donor thing too bc this is bucktommy endgame fic and buck wants it all out there haha)

ngl im lowkey annoyed bc I had a whole convo in my head and it was so good, but couldn't write it down and forgot half of it, but I think it came back to me more or less haha

___

In Buck's defense, he doesn’t mean to ask this question right then. It just slips out. He's lying in the big, strong arms of his very hot, amazing boyfriend, both sweaty and still breathless. He’s blissed out and fucked out, and so content and still dizzy after a mindblowing orgasm. He doesn’t have a lot of control over his thoughts and words right now. So he surprises even himself when the question flies out of him.

“Do you want to have children?” he asks casually, absentmindedly playing with their intertwined fingers where they're splayed on his chest.

“What?” Tommy asks, surprise and even shock evident in his voice, and only then Buck realizes what he said, and he feels his eyes widen and face starts to burn, and he stares at the ceiling, but feels Tommy’s gaze on the side of his head.

“I- I- I mean, like ever, some day, down the line- not like- I mean, you know, I- I just thought we should talk about it if- if- if it’s going where I hope it’s going- because I- we’ve been together for a while and I hope that- I think I-” he starts rambling and stumbling over his words, panicking just a little bit. Fuck, they’ve been doing so good the past few months, it’s honestly his best relationship he’s been in, probably the longest, too, and now he goes and screws it up by being too much, too soon, too serious-

“Evan.” Tommy’s hand lands on his cheek, and he gently turns Buck’s head towards himself. He meets Tommy’s soft gaze, and relaxes a little instantly. Tommy doesn’t look freaked out, just surprised, but there’s a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

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@loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher

@lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz

@rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg

@rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @tommykinards @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon

@911-on-abc @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

@hoodie-buck @your-catfish-friend @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess

@aroeddiediaz

[joycieillustrations]

“Only you could have won me away from the sea.”

Do not repost without my permission!

[ohshitsherry]

Girl who's somewhat obsessed with blood not in an edgy psycho kinda way but rather in a quirky grown ass child who likes to observe a mosquito feeding off of her arm kinda way

[dragonnarrative-writes]

kid fic??? KID FIC!?!? who what when (like how old are they when they have the kid) 👀 - @mikichko 💕

For the WIP Ask Game!

Oh, the kid fic! This is one of my sillier ones. It's in my "Scraps" folder, but it's fully 5.1k words. It's an omegaverse fic where Soap is an Omega and Ghost finds out on a mission when the two of them discover two teens who have been experimented on. Hijinks ensue.

CW: Omegaverse, human experimentation on minors (off-screen), implied/suggested coercion, canon-typical violence, omegaverse-typical hormone shenanigans

When the bullets stop flying, the real trouble starts. Soap swears, hears Ghost’s irritated “English, MacTavish,” and doesn’t give a flying fuck. Two omegas, two kids, can’t be more than 16 years old, stare up at him with wide eyes and panicked scents. They’re huddled as far under a table as they can get, shackled to the goddamn floor. They have restriction collars on, for fuck’s sake, and ain’t that the topping to a rank fuckin’ day.

“Ah’ve two hostages, omegas, gonna need support gettin’ ‘em oot,” Soap finally says.

“Jesus, Soap,” Ghost mutters, like it’s his fucking fault.

Price’s voice is suddenly in his ear, “What’s the situation, Johnny?”

“Hostages,” Ghost answers.

“Two omegas, wee yins, shackled and collared, gads,” Soap rubs his hand over his face. “Ah can’t get them oot the way ah came in.”

The girl crawls out from under the table, awkwardly, chains clinking. The boy stays where he is, staring at Soap with huge, round eyes.

“You speak English?” Soap asks roughly.

“Yes,” the girl says, staring him down despite how hard she’s shaking. “He’s just a kid, leave him alone and I’ll do whatever you w--”

“Nae, nope, nae,” Soap cuts her off with a horrified laugh. “Ah’m not touching either of ye except to get ye free and clear of this fuckin’ place. Christ.”

The girl sniffs and her eyes go wide. Soap has just enough time to realize that his scent blockers are too worn out to mask the level of stress scent he’s got to be pouring before she says “You’re an omega.”

The boy under the table makes a surprised noise just as Ghost says “Wot?” and Soap would like this fucking day to fucking end.

He scrubs a hand down his face. “Where are the keys?”

The girl points to the body of a man across the room, so Soap stomps over to it and rifles through his pockets. There’s a ring of four keys, two large and two small. He takes them back to the girl and starts on the ankle cuff. It gives way easily, and the girl shakes her leg out.

Once they’re free of the cuffs and collars, Soap makes himself give them a once over. They’re actually not in terrible shape, a little skinny, a little scared around the eyes, but no bruises that he can see beyond where the restraints dug in. The girl is brown-skinned and tall, for an omega, almost as tall as Soap, and she looks like she’d be strong if she had the chance to move. The boy looks almost like a doll, baby fat still clinging stubbornly to his ruddy cheeks. Their clothes are ill fitting, obviously a few sizes too big, but they’re at least clean.

“Hold position,” Price says in his ear after minutes of silence. “Ghost is on his way to escort you. Working on moving up the exfil.”

“Oh tha’s just fuckin’ swell,” Soap mutters under his breath. Louder he says, “Ah can’t get ye oot the wayah got in, so ah’ve backup comin’. ‘E’s an alpha, and scary as all fuck, but he won’t touch ye. Unless ye get shot, then he’s probably carrying ye oot.”

The fear scent, which had faded at least a bit, returns with a vengeance, but the girl nods. “We’ll cooperate.” The boy mumbles something, and the girl hushes him before turning back to Soap with a decisive nod. “We’ll cooperate.”

“Then we wait,” Soap says, and snorts. “Might as well do mah fucking job while a’m here.” H

e starts sweeping the room for the files he was supposed to be looking for. There’s very little paper, so he grumbles and starts extracting hard drives. And then the boy is next to him, screwdriver in hand, viscously pulling apart a PC just enough to yank the hard drive. Then he’s on to the next, face flat, scent a mix of terrified rage.

It’s maybe 10 minutes of quiet, methodical destruction and then Ghost is just there. If the girl’s panic scent hadn’t spiked, Soap would have still been able to smell him, pissed as he is.

“You’re a pain in my arse, MacTavish, you know tha’?” Ghost growls.

“Oh, aye, LT, it’s mah life’s fuckin’ mission,” Soap snarks right back, standing and slinging the pack of hard drives onto his shoulder. It’s way more than they need, but the kid had seemed to need a task, so he'd let him rip apart whatever he'd liked. “Now if ye could dial back the murder alpha so we can get oot of ‘ere, that’d be great.”

The kids scuttle behind Soap a bit, anxiety scent spiking when Ghost looks at them. With a huff, he turns back to the hall. “I’ve cleared a bit of path, but we’re fighting our way out. Keep the kids quiet, stay small. Follow on my signal.” And he’s gone.

The fight out is less of a fight and more a desperate attempt to keep the kids from hyperventilating. Ghost is in rare form, meaning there’s nothing but dead bodies leading the way out. There’s one in particular with a jaw missing that the kids get stuck staring at. And then they’re calmer, all of a sudden. The boy gives the body a little kick on the way past.

Getting them to the fence without being seen is stressful, like all extractions, but uneventful. Ghost doesn’t meet them at the tree line, but that doesn’t mean much. He’s out there somewhere. Soap gets the kids to the RV point, and on to the vehicle without incident and without seeing hide or hair of their escort.

“You go on with the kiddies,” Ghost says in his ear. “They don’t need my scent scaring the piss out 'f 'em.”

“Aye,” Soap acknowledges, and gestures the kids into the car. “Let’s go.”

“What about your alpha?” the boy asks, and Soap jumps at the sound of his voice.

“He’ll get picked up later. We’re going.”

“But he protected us,” the boy says, eyes darting around in the darkness. “Shouldn’t he stay with us?”

“Aye, ‘e’s a great, big protector,” Soap rolls his eyes. “And ‘e stinks to high heaven. Ye really want to sit in an enclosed space with ‘im?”

“I think he smells nice,” the girl says.

“He smells spicy,” the boy says. “Like chipotle peppers.”

“Just when he’s angry,” Soap finds himself saying. “Normally he smells like oatmeal cookies.”

“What the fuck, Soap?” Ghost sighs.

“Just get in the car,” Soap says, a little desperately. “We need to leave.”

The boy’s eyes dart around, faster. “Don’t be mad? But… you… probably shouldn’t drive.”

Soap’s face must do something, because the girl spits it out plainly, “They gave us something, it’s a hormone thing, like a heat inducer. But not like a mating heat, it’s more of a family heat? It makes our brains fuzzy, and any omegas around us, and I think it’s gonna kick in soon.”

“Och, can today get any better?”

“Status update,” Price says in Soap’s ear.

“Ran into a bit of a snag,” Ghost replies. “Hostages were lab rats and Soap’s compromised. Hormones.”

Price swears. “Can you still get to exfil?”

“Ghost has to drive,” Soap says, resigned. To the kids he says, “Get in the damn truck and strap yourselves doon. You’re gonna wish ah was behind the wheel before long.”

Ghost seems to materialize at Soap’s shoulder. “Quit telling people I can't drive.”

Soap does not jump. He stomps over to the front passenger seat and climbs in. “Then quit being a shite driver.”

[pastelaeqy]

have been making this whilst listening to final part device theory for deltarune. Strongly recommend giving it a go. I’ve yet to finalise some of the colours here so this is still def a wip.

[werepuppy-steve]

taylor (@steddie-island) and i have been in the trenches for the past week creating the most beautiful (and smutty) steddissy au and i'm very 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 about it. it's still mostly headcanons right now with inklings of plot sprinkled in, so i thought i should make a worldbuilding post about it since it's officially being added to my wip pile <3

tagging some people i think would be interested in this: @dangerous-disposition @tboybuck @patchworkgargoyle @thefreakandthehair @starryeyedjanai

@corrodedbisexual @sidekick-hero @spectrum-spectre @munsondickprint @augustjustice

@worstsequence @rozzieroos

it doesn't get real graphic under the cut but putting it under one bc it's a lil long

the beginnings of it are touched on here, but it's expanded a little bit.

it's a modern au. steddissy are still in that platonic/friends with benefits stage: steve and eddie are dating but chrissy is very happy and content being single. she likes that it gives her more freedom to do things without having a controlling partner breathing down her neck every time she turns around.

they're streamers. i don't have their niche's fleshed out yet but they do collabs with each other a lot.

we went into dirty details in dms about the three of them sexting constantly, which turns into them rolling out their onlyfans accounts. they already have so many things filmed just from their texts alone, so why not make money off of it?

some more headcanons and ideas were thrown around (along with taylor giving me snippets of her own steddissy wips that you should def ask her about if she's willing to share them 👀) that i'll probably make a separate post for.

it's been established that chrissy is a squirter

but between all the filthy smut, there's love. so much of it that i get choked up just thinking about it.

i started thinking of people who are in mostly online spaces and have probably never interacted with the queer community in real life, and how they wouldn't have the kindest opinions.

so eddie would get all of these tweets that are like "you're gay but you enjoy having sex with a woman??? [confused math lady] make it make sense." he ignores them at first because randos on the internet aren't entitled to his relationships, but it becomes frequent enough that he starts getting accused of "calling himself gay for clout" and dragging steve and chrissy into it, and then he has to address it.

he does it in a video because he's still dramatic.

"having sex with a woman doesn't make me not gay. i've been gay since i was 15 and a boy gave me my first hickey. chrissy is my platonic partner. yes, she's very cute and adorable and it makes me want to scream sometimes, but i'm not attracted to her because she's a woman. i'm attracted to her because she's my best friend and my feelings for her run so much deeper than romantic love. chrissy doesn't even label herself with a sexuality. she just likes people.

steve is my boyfriend. i'm romantically involved with him and physically attracted to him because he's a man. steve, however, is bi, so he does find chrissy attractive as a woman, and there's nothing wrong with that. they're also not interested in dating each other. the three of us fool around with each other because it's fun and we like making each other feel good and we trust each other. it's nobody else's business what we do."

and because he's a petty little shit (a trait he learned from steve) he posts a video of him and chrissy having the most tendernasty missionary sex, complete with kissing and hand holding.

then it turned into the three of them being roommates. and then somewhere along the line it turned into chrissy being steve and eddie's surrogate and the three of them coparenting (a big win for steve "breeding kink" harrington), because at this stage in their relationship, they're pretty secure in knowing that chrissy is their life partner. they're not Together together, but they know she's not going anywhere.

i think that for them to get to this point, something would've had to happen between chrissy and someone outside of their relationship. someone she's had frequent collabs on onlyfans with, who maybe wanted something more and called her a hypocrite when she said she wasn't looking for anything serious, because of steve and eddie, and wouldn't listen when she insisted that it was different with them.

she tells the boys this and it turns into her coming with sobs of "i'm yours" as she rides steve while eddie fucks him. taylor mentioned they dp her and i said that that would be the moment it kind of clicks for them that this is how they were always meant to be.

and it gave me thoughts about possibly arospec chrissy. she loves her boys with her entire being, but she knows it's not romantic love. like eddie says, it feels deeper than that. to call it "romantic" almost feels like it cheapens their relationship (she knows it doesn't, she knows that eddie and steve's romantic feelings for each other are real and just as important). she's not sure if she's ever felt romantic love for anyone.

and that's all we have for now, outside of the smut alkgjldkfgj. none of them actually care about who the kid belongs to. they've got chrissy's light hair and dark eyes.

[camels-pen]

down and down and down we go

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[dallasgallant]

I’m developing something and it has me thinking…

What would Johnny be like as a ghost? What would he wear?

I’m doing this in the how you died is how you look way and not a ‘base outfit but transparent’ way. And he’s complicated when thinking about how/when he died…it didn’t look like they had him in a hospital gown but I’d want to give him more dignity than being naked?

That and seeing a 16 year old out naked in the woods at night is scary for completely different reasons…

I was thinking of potentially breaking my own rules and doing like jeans and a shirt? Or would a hospital thing work?

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday📝

Tagged by @tizniz 🩵

Okay so I owe you all some more info about my secret buddie wip … are y’all ready???

This wip is actually a sequel …

To Rival Firefighters 🚒 !!!!!

Whhhhaaat?!?!!! Crazy right?

Someone of you might be like ughhh why are you writing a sequel? But I hope most of you are just as excited as I am.

I didn’t have any plans to revisit the rivals world so soon (or at all, but I hadn’t ruled it out), but James asked me if I’d ever revisit it, particularly the shooting. Some ideas were thrown around and then like a week later I had words in a new doc and things have just gone from there.

So everyone who is a fan of the Rivals universe, say thank you to James 😘❤️

Without further ado, here’s a little something from Eddie’s POV.

Prev snippet here

Buck definitely breaks a few traffic laws to get to the hospital as fast as he does, and when he stops in his tracks in the doorway to Eddie’s room, Eddie feels like he can breathe properly for the first time since he woke up.

Buck’s got dark circles under his eyes and he’s carrying a tiredness that isn’t from a lack of sleep. He looks like shit, but he is still the most beautiful thing Eddie has ever seen.

“Hey, Buck”

Buck lets out a relieved laugh that quickly turns into a sob, rushing forward to envelope Eddie in a hug that both heals and fractures his heart.

He closes his eyes and wraps his good arm around Buck, ignoring the throb of pain in his injured shoulder. He’ll put up with a little bit of pain if it means holding Buck in his arms like this.

Buck is shaking, his tears soaking into Eddie’s hospital gown as he repeats Eddie’s name over and over again like a prayer.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs. He kisses Buck’s hair, breathing in the scent of him. Here. Alive. “I’m okay.”

No pressure tagging: @diazsdimples @diazheartsbuckley @disasterbuck @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @smilingbuckley @watchyourbuck @wikiangela @wildlife4life @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @wellcollapse @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @queerdiazs @spagheddiediaz @lover-of-mine @lonelychicago @bekkachaos @captain-hen @steadfastsaturnsrings @try-set-me-on-fire @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @princessfbi @fiona-fififi @glorious-spoon @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @beyourownanchor6 @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @kitteneddiediaz @actuallyitsellie @inell and as always, anyone who has anything they want to share -> consider this your official tag 🏷️

[honeydots]

i've been dipping my toes into experimenting with borders, lately 🌿

[mitakesgf]

good morning mizurui nation pls accept my offering

[dragonnarrative-writes]

WIP Wednesday!

The Torturing Bambi Experience (Working Title)

Hi everyone! I promise I haven't forgotten about Kinktober vember cember or any of my other projects, but this one has had me in a GRIP and I'm excited to share it with you in the near future.

CW: Descriptions of blood, carnivore behavior

“Did we miss feeding time?” Bricks grins and pulls a puzzle ball from her bag. Her cybernetic hand twitches and whirs as it clicks through combinations.

“Luckily for Bambi, yes.”

Before Bambi can ask what feeding time entails, something drops from the ceiling on the other side of the glass, startling a yelp from her. It’s a man, tall and lean, eyes shining a red orange as he stares at her face through the glass. He’s half dressed, only in loose pants. Thick, dark streaks of something wet cover his chest and splatter down his legs. The grin that splits his pretty face puts three pairs of sharp canines on display, stained red.

The Watcher pushes a button, an intercom, and says. “Gaz.”

“Who’s this cute little thing, Laswell?” Bambi shivers as Kyle “Gaz” Garrick looks her up and down. He looks just like his personnel file, except for a wildness around his eyes that changes his face from welcoming to something dangerous. “Could practically smell her from the street.”

“Back away from the glass.”

The man ignores the Watcher, face going soft as he leans down to get on a level with Bambi. “Hello, honey. Such a pretty girl, what are you doing down here? You a friend of Bricks?”

Something about his crooning voice makes Bambi’s hair stand on end. At the same time, she finds that she can’t look away from the man’s eyes as he tilts his head. They’re such an interesting color, and he keeps shifting ever so slightly in ways that draw her eyes to follow. Her heart beats a little faster, and she has the distinct impression that the thick glass is not enough of a barrier, if he wants to get in.

A loud pop and sudden flash makes Bambi jump as Gaz jumps back with a snarl.

“Clean up,” Watcher snaps. “Make yourself presentable. Masks on.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” he hisses. With one last, sweet smile to Bambi, he turns and strides away before leaping up to grab an exposed beam and disappear into the shadows above the observation room.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by: @ladydorian05 @wikiangela @911onabc @try-set-me-on-fire @loserdiaz @messyhairdiaz @devirnis @rewritetheending @rogerzsteven @spaceprincessem @forthewolves @spotsandsocks @theotherluciferr @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @barbiediaz

thank you darlins! 💖

work has been kicking my ass so progress is slow but here's a little something from paint sex fic (no, i have not yet gotten to the smut, yes it is a little over 20K, i have a problem)

One of Buck’s hands settles into the dip of Eddie’s back and he purses his lips, clearly aiming for a kiss, but Eddie avoids his mouth and continues placing sweet little pecks around the tempting curveof Buck's lips, pressing flecks of adoration at the top of his cupid's bow, the point of his chin, the top of his cheek, the ridge of his nose.  Buck huffs and grumbles, trying to angle his face so he can catch Eddie’s lips with his own, whining out a long, high pitched “Eddie” when Eddie continues to evade him, even going so far to stomp his foot a little in frustration. A laugh skitters out of Eddie, clear and pure and simple when it used to be so hard to let loose, when he used to have to fight to feel any amusement, when laughter used to be a foreign force that cut at his lungs and seeped out of his throat alongside ripped flesh and blood, but not anymore. Now it comes easy, thanks to Chris and the family he found and built here, and thanks to Buck. Buck, who has always been able to make laughter fall out of Eddie so easily, like this part of him is perpetually eager to be expelled from his body and given to Buck.  And Buck always accepts it with glowing eyes and an awestruck smile, looking like he gains something vital whenever he makes Eddie laugh, his hands cupped so he can cradle the sound and bring it up to his chest so it can wriggle into the heart that only ever opens itself wide open for anything Eddie.  But right now he just playfully glares at Eddie, even as a reluctant smile stretches across his face.  “Kiss me,” Buck pleads, fighting hard to pull back his smile and poke his bottom lip out in that goddamn pout. “Mmm, so demanding,” Eddie teases because it certainly is true but also because he loves doing this with Buck, loves how playful they can be with each other, loves that these small, simple moments can be so fun.  So often, with Buck, Eddie feels like the giddy teenager he never truly got to be, not completely. He is no longer forced to examine every action and word over and over again, weighing their consequences and meaning, trying to be someone he could never be, tearing out the desire for something light and enjoyable out of himself so he can’t feel it, seriousness bleeding out of him and soaking into everything so intensely that nothing else exists. Now, despite being a grown man in his late thirties that has endured the worst things the world has to offer, Eddie can embrace the parts of himself he so roughly shoved down with young, shaking hands.

tagging: @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @anxieteandbiscuits @jeeyuns @shitouttabuck @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @diazass @paranoidbean @bigfootsmom @bucks118 @butchdiaz @bvckandeddie @eowon @monsterrae1 @buddierights @bekkachaos @disasterbuckdiaz @ronordmann @giddyupbuck @cowboy-buck @cowboy-buddie @eddiediaztho @king-buckley @honestlydarkprincess @folk-fae @transbuck @transboybuckley and anyone else who wants to share!

[youchangedmedestiel]

omg please tell us about your endverse Cas and Stanford era Dean WIP!!

I'm so happy you asked about this one. The idea came from this art and the ficlet that goes with it on the link above. See for me it looks like Endverse Cas and Stanford era Dean. Probably because Dean looks younger since he doesn’t have a beard. So I worked with that.

And then, I wrote this:

What if, Endverse Cas ended up somehow in early 2005. Just before everything went sideways, because despite acting all defeated, he still has hope to save Dean. Because this is what this is all about. He loves Dean and wants to save him from being hopeless and helpless after Sam said yes to Lucifer. He wants to avoid him that nightmare.

So, he finds a way.

He meets Dean in a bar, drinking alone. His father out on a hunt somewhere and Sam in Stanford.

Cas talks with him and buys him a beer. He tells him he is a hunter, lies about knowing John Winchester to gain Dean’s trust. Because what does he have to lose?

He knows Dean so well. He recognizes him so easily. He changed but not really. He is still him. Still the most loving human being he knows. Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester.

They exchange about hunt stories and Dean just confesses about the current case he is working on. Cas lies that this is why he is here, to work on the same one. And Dean offers to join forces. He invites him in his motel room, because Dean is not as wary as he became, because Cas didn’t betray him yet and he is still young.

They work that case together. Cas feels almost like an angel, it’s like he can fly again. He doesn’t want to leave Dean’s side, he’s got to make sure he is safe.

Dean accepts his help, that’s not the first time he worked with another hunter that is not his family. Plus, the guy knows how to use a gun, and a blade. He is surprisingly good at it for someone who is on drugs all the time.

One night, he settles in his queen bed, next to Dean’s, his joint in his mouth. Dean approaches to take it out of his mouth, mumbling something about the smell being so strong he feels like it never leaves his clothes. But Cas grabs his wrist before he can do anything and pulls him on top of him. Dean obviously falls on him, surprised and struggling. But Cas’s hands on him are so gentle and so careful. The kind of touch he never received from a man. Especially not his father.

So he melts into it. He closes his eyes, when fingers snake between his locks. He gasps when soft lips brush his. He just lies there, when a hand strokes his back.

When Cas kisses Dean’s neck, his stubble scratches Dean’s throat.

Maybe Cas took too much drugs, or Dean inhaled a lot of it, because at some point Cas offers Dean to ride him and Dean accepts. They both strip and settle back on the bed.