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janerogan · 2 years ago

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god any recs for best supernatural fics?

Hi hello, why yes I do! Unfortunately, I don't have time or space to list every single beloved spn fic BUT I will give some highlights of one's I can remember off the top of my head. It's all Deancas cuz that's all I read really. Oh apart from As You Were which has no pairings. Obvi be aware of like tags and ratings cuz some of these deal with some heavy shit.

Four Letter Word for Intercourse was the first spn fic I ever read. I've reread it like 5x by this point. I adore it. Literally one of the most iconic spn fics I think, I knew about it before even starting spn

Canticles - no idea how to describe this it's just fucking GOOD. Beautiful writing. Also one of the first spn fics I ever read.

Cinderwings - LISTEN. THIS FIC. You want good worldbuilding? Look no further. It's a cinderella au when boiled down to it but that does in no way prepare you for the story. Dean is a prince, cas is an angel looking for the key to his peoples freedom under the guise of a masquerade ball.

And this, your living kiss - THEE poetry fic. If you love good Dean pov and characterisation and you love poetry or even if you don't like either then pls read this. Cas teaches poetry and Dean is a mechanic who published poetry under the pen name Jack Allen. It's beautiful.

Fenario - Lake House fic! An absolutely gorgeous post empty fic. My fave subgenre of Dean buying cas a house so he doesn't have to live in the bunker anymore and through renovation he's able to sort out some stuff about himself and how he feels.

Take the bones, begin anew - a post empty cas comes back fic. I love it so so tenderly. I am not immune to post empty fics. I could do a whole list just for cas comes back from the empty fics tbh.

Crossing lines and the sequel you want it darker - this series holds a special place in my heart. Also one of the only fics to make me cry (possibly the first?). It's a time travel fic where young Dean is pulled from the past and this forces Dean to assess the trauma he's been living with. It's really heavy going so, as with all these, check Tags. Just a heartbreaking exploration of deans life and trauma and relationships but in a really cathartic way. The sequel is much lighter and Dean is healing. Cannot stress the happy ending on this one.

Carnival oasis - creature cas! He's just a weird centuries old little guy who eats sin and Dean finds him in a tent at a carnival, advertising itself as a confession stand. Just,,, great cas characterisation and really interesting creature also. It's fun, it's silly, it's serious, it's good.

It's the end of the world as we know it - you will see the tag friends to enemies and think that braces you for the impact. It will not. Another one in which the worldbuilding and plot is just delicious. Like fucking hell, the way tiamatv paints a picture of the places the characters travel through... It astounds me. But yeah a real whirlwind adventure. Its set in high school and then jumps to when they're older and they reunite when the world is quite literally coming apart. It's got heartbreak. It's got other planes of existence. It's got cosmic horror. It's got incredible cas characterisation. It's got a suggested reading list embedded into the fic jskdkf. I love it so so much.

Here, bullet, here - a dean study but it's just,,, it's like poetry, it's so beautifully written. I adore it.

Let's take a drive - KID JACK FIC. It explores the implications and messy emotions of the characters if Jack DID de-age after the finale. It's messy but God is it soft and ends happy. Just a really beautiful study of relationship dynamics tbh.

Aching in the absence of you - oh it hurts but the payoff is worth it. Cas leaves the bunker and Dean let's him. As the tags say, it's a study in missing someone. Ends happy tho I prommy. Also, just generally I love sobsicles.

Dean Winchester Beat sheet - lichrally iconic college au. Another fan favourite also

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) - really really tender possession fic where cas needs a vessel to reside in for a while and Dean offers himself up.

Under the midnight sun - so obsessed with this fic, the artwork is the best artwork I've ever seen embedded in a fic. Dean is camp manager at a research station in Alaska and he's been told that a new ornithological researcher will be camping a few miles away and not to bother him. The ornithological expert is ofc cas but things are NOT adding up so Dean keep an eye on him. The descriptions and details in this are so fucking delicious. It's a fic where it feels like the authors love for the story and the setting shines through so much you cant help but love it too.

The cheapest room in the house - starts off silly goofy, cas comes out as gay and Dean decides it's his job to guide cas throw that by downloading grindr for him. Do not be fooled by the silly goofy premise tho because it's also a heartbreaking exploration of Dean and it hurts man, amidst all the laughing Thom. This fic has it all. Dean disorders, so much second hand embarrassment, Dean and cas' weird boy best friend dynamic, incredible characterisation. The list goes on.

Muscle memory - I have never seen 50 first dates but this is an au of that and its soooooooooooooo gorgeous.

Empty spaces - really intense fic where John dies and Dean is struggling and then meets cas. It's about deans mental health and him experiencing an eating disorder. It IS hopeful tho. One of the only fics to make me cry.

As you were - de-aged Dean and Sam fic. NO pairings but it's them being taken care of by cas when they get hit with a curse and it destroys me with how loving it is. Dean and Sam being looked after in the way they deserved to be by John.

Not part of the plan series - it starts with a one night stand which in no way prepares you for the absolute beast that is this fic. Once again worldbuilding is incredible and also the politics and planning of the world is sooo? Fucking good. Its about the tension between a kingdom and its neighbouring Republic and the arranged marriage of Dean and cas. Lots of political intrigue but also the most satisfying build up to a relationship. Its a slow burn despite the one night stand start. There are so so many moments that have stayed with me from this and the amazing thing the author does is manage to write the characters with so much depth, everything is explored, the author never pushes anything to the side in order to get the characters or plot where they want it. If there are implications and repercussions, then they're getting explored.

#Well there we go #If I recced all the spn fic that changed my life then we'd be here all year #Fic rec #Ask #Anon #Spn

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asirensrage · 3 years ago

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First Lines Meme

I was tagged by @wordspin-shares! I might actually have enough for this, so let's go! lol

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!

Kate is beginning to hate New York. (untitled ot3 - Matt/Kate/Billy fic)

His ears are ringing. (Gonna Smoke You Out - Billy Russo fic)

One would think that for as much money as he puts into this place, they would keep it working. (Empty Halls to Echo drabble)

He sits across from her silently. (A Study in Intimacy - Divergent fic)

He chooses the store because it’s open and innocuous-looking. (Serendipity series)

By the time her body finally stopped hurting enough that she could pull herself up out of the fetal position she had curled up in, the sun was rising. (there's a heaven above you (dont you cry) Lost Boys/oc fic)

“The General requests your presence.” (It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn - HP/Shadow and Bone)

Something wakes her up. (Coming Home - Billy Russo/OC)

Waking up hurt more than usual. (Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down - Stranger Things fic)

She should have remembered that the universe hates her. (Snowed In - Jax Teller/OC)

She was coming. (this sounds way dirtier than it is, lol. Caught in the Crossfire - SPN fic)

She’s staring out the window, watching as the snow falls. (Darkling/OC oneshot)

There was a loud, frantic knocking at the door. (Leverage - haunted apartment fic I can't remember the title of rn)

I lingered in my stretches, taking longer than I really needed to. (Untitled sequel to Crossfire - WIP)

Something catches me and the air leaves my lungs with a harsh exhale. (Untitled Divergent fic with my girl Quest)

She woke up at the sound of her door unlocking. (Eliot Spencer/OC oneshot)

Eric stood there, arms crossed and looking unimpressed. (Ericx OC Quest prompt oneshot)

I shouldn’t be nervous. (Michelle (OC) x Sam prompt oneshot)

“Where the hell are we going?” (Michelle and Kelly oneshot -SPN OCs)

“Where the hell are we going?” (Quest - Divergent prompt oneshot)

Patterns: I write way more in 3rd person than I thought I did and I mostly start with problems. (and asking what the hell is going on apparently).

Fave line?: right now it's "Kate is beginning to hate New York." or "The General requests your presence."

tagging: @starcrossedjedis @stone-hearted-seymour @anna-phora @reykenobis @lupinblack @lovebarefootblonde @lokitrasho @chickensarentcheap @jvstjewels and ANYONE else who wants to do it that I am not thinking of (and tumblr isn't prompting me on)

#tag games #first lines meme

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years ago

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Part of Your World

Characters: Dean Winchester x black!reader

Summary: Its basically a Little Mermaid AU (still in the SPN realm) with a dash of African mythology.

Warnings: A couple of puns, because I couldn’t help myself lol

A/N: My love of Disney caused me to write another fic based on one of my fave princesses. Also it was inspired by this post I saw and then I had to do my own research, because I was so interested. I need more African mythology in fantasy! Anyways, as usual this is for the black girls that done feel seen in the show or the fandom! I hope you enjoy!

Humans were bad. They were selfish, careless, and evil. Or that’s what you were supposed to believe, according to your mother. But to you they were interesting and not as bad as your mother made them out to be. Just like merpeople some were as your mother described, but most were good or at least trying to be better. That’s why you had to save them.

One day when you were swimming up to the surface and saw a bunch of protectors of the land. Those things they called cars were flashing red and blue lights. There was a dead body on the shore and the person’s wounds were unnatural for another human to cause. So, naturally you investigated.

Since the time you were a teen, you would sneak on land to watch the humans up close and personal. Your Aunt Iliana was the sea witch. She gifted you with a necklace that allowed you walk on land. According to her, your destiny was on land, which is why your mother banned you from swimming too close to land and keeping you away from your aunt.

This time you were making your trek to land every night. Scuttle, your skin-walker friend allowed you to work at his bar and you hoped to catch some gossip on the murders. Tonight, was busier than usual. You were running from one end of the bar to the other and not catching a word about the killings. That was until you heard an alluring voice. It was deep, slightly gravelly, but smooth and could easily lull you to sleep.

“Dude, I’m putting money it’s a witch. That’s the only reasonable explanation.” Dean argued with his brother. They had been in town for 2 days and no leads whatsoever. All they had was a bunch of guys who suddenly had a turn of bad luck, lost all their money and died of on land drowning.

Not only were you attracted to this man’s voice, but he was looking into the murders too! You had to make yourself known. Turning around just in time you saw him finish his drink. He was the most perfect man you’ve seen. His green eyes rivaled the coral reefs vibrant color. His lips were unexpectedly plump for a man of his shade. His jaw was set hard, but you could tell he had a soft nature.

“Stop staring and talk to the man!” Scuttle encouraged you while tending to other patrons.

“Stop being a guppy, Y/N!” You told yourself before making your way to the man. Pointing at his empty glass, you asked the stranger if he wanted another drink.

Dean had to do a double take. The beautiful bartender was talking to him. He noticed her all night. When she was walking up and down the bar, she was singing to herself and he thought she had a beautiful voice. Some of the time Dean would tune Sam out just to listen to her.

“Yes, please. Can you make it a double?”

Shaking your head yes, you brought out the good liquor. Scuttle would most likely kill you, but you needed information and the best way to get it was making this beautiful stranger’s lips loose. “On the house,” you mentioned when you saw he was about to object for the pricey whiskey.

“Thank you.” He gave you a loop-sided smile and you walked away, not wanting to push too quickly. “Wait,” he called out, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a picture of him in some fancy suit saying FBI Agent Dean Plant. “I’m Agent Plant and this is Agent Page,” he pointed to the taller man next to him, “have you seen any of these gentlemen here?”

Dean stared at the red-haired beauty as she stared at the photos of the male victims. It wasn’t like him to be so mesmerized by a woman that he didn’t even notice her pointing out the latest victim.

“Yeah, he was here. I remembered because he seemed so sad, so I decided to check on him.”

Agent Plant perked up and leaned forward on the bar, “Do you know what had him so upset?”

You wanted to look at Dean, but his green eyes made your stomach flutter like a school of fish, so you paid attention to his partner. “Um, something about how he made a bad deal and lost all his money and his girlfriend.”

The two brothers turned towards each other and silently communicated that they both thought it was a demon deal. Quickly, they both stood up and paid for the drinks. “Thank you! We’ll be back tomorrow.” Dean smiled at you before following his brother out the bar.

For a while you stood there in a trance. He was coming back tomorrow! You would have to tell Scuttle to take you shopping for some more clothes.

“Don’t do it.”

“Huh?” Scuttle’s voice startled you to the present.

“He’s a hunter and human. Both things your mother hates the most. Secretly help them and go on about your life.” Scuttle warned, then attended to another bar patron.

Too bad you didn’t listen to Scuttle, because now you were in trouble.

The following night, Dean and Sam came back they seemed discouraged. Turned out their lead was a bust. No demon deals occurred in this town according to Crowley.

Throughout the night, you would eavesdrop on their conversation about the case and it was becoming clearer to you what exactly were killing these men. Because of a festival that happened earlier that day, the bar was slammed, and you didn’t get to tip off Dean and Sam about what they were hunting before they left.

Time to time your best friends, Sebastian and Floyd would escort you on land to ensure your safety. No one wanted to feel the wrath of your mother if something bad were ever to happen to you.

“Fellas, I need one of you to cover for me.” You leaned across the bar already batting your eyes. It was always a struggle to get these two to do something without a little coercion.

“Why?” Sebastian ran his hands through his dreads, he was already suspecting you were up to no good.

“So, I can tell the hunters what’s killing the humans.” You rushed out, then tried to leave but Sebastian stopped you.

“Uh huh. No way, missy. We all agreed that you would do it without outing yourself.” Sebastian was the harder of the two to convince. Being your mother’s court advisor made him be more overprotective of you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. Humans are already scary, but hunters are terrifying.” Floyd shivered at the idea of talking to one. He could already imagine his tail as a trophy on some hunter’s wall.

You ruffled your friend’s kinky blue curls. “Don’t be guppy, Floyd.” Finished messing up his hair, you ran out the bar. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission. It was always that way with those two. You wanted to do something, they would say it was a bad idea, and then you would do it anyway. Those two should’ve learned by now.

You didn’t have to go far since Scuttle’s bar was on the beach and Dean and Sam were already there. It looked like they were inspecting something, when you saw hands made of water grab onto the two and drug them into the sea.

It was her; you knew it. Shedding your clothes, you dived into the water. You couldn’t bask in the water like you usually would after a day on land. Cutting through the current you found the men drowning and the mysterious water hands gone. She didn’t need to kill them instantly. The depths she brought them to would do the job for her. She just didn’t count on you to come in and save the day.

You were a lot stronger in water than on land, so it was easy to drag both men up to the surface. Hopefully, she didn’t have eyes on you. She had eyes everywhere in the water.

You took them to your hidden grotto you used to come onto land or just to think alone. Using your powers to manipulate water, you expelled the water from their lungs.

Dean was the first one coming into consciousness. It was the same voice from last night. The bartender, he thought. He sat up to thank her, but she wasn’t there. The only thing he thought he saw was a fin.

“Sammy!?” Dean rolled over to his brother. He slapped him to jolt him awake.

Sam sat up, out of sorts for a moment. “Dude, what the hell was that?” He dragged a hand over his face.

Dean shook his head. “Man, I don’t know.”

The brothers sat there confused not knowing what the hell they were gonna do.

You watched the brothers leave the grotto from behind a rock formation. Once they were gone, you emerged from your hiding spot.

“Helping hunters?” She clicked her tongue. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought a daughter of Cora’s would know better.” Mami Wata stood above you in all white, draped in the most expensive jewels, stoking the head of her snake. This was the first time she appeared to you and you were in awe despite the circumstances.

“You’re killing innocent men. What else am I supposed to do?” Normally, you would speak to her with respect, but this situation did not call for it. People were dying.

“They’re not innocent. I promised them riches in exchange for fidelity. They broke the agreement.”

She was right. Those men did make the deals of their own free will, but what she was doing didn’t sit right with you. “But you didn’t have to kill them. Other Mami Watas leave them broke.”

“Who are you to question me?!” Her voice echoed, causing some of the rocks to shake. “Sorry,” Mami Wata regained her composure when she saw you tremble in fear. “I like you, Princess Y/N. You’re strong-spirited, but I can’t have you in my way, but I also promised your mother I would protect her offspring.”

“Then what now?” You crossed your arms with an attitude. Mami Wata released the python that was wrapped around her into the water.

The green creature slithered up to your neck and squeezed tightly. “It’ll be hard for you to help the hunters without that beautiful voice of yours.” In a panic, you clutched your neck trying to speak, but it was already too late. Mami Wata already took your voice.

The snake went back to its satisfied owner. “A little piece advice,” Mami Wata looked at you with pity. “The one with the green eyes, don’t fall for him. The pale ones are always the worst.” She chuckled as she made her exit.

Even though, you didn’t have your voice, you had to find a way to warn the hunters.

Sam and Dean were going crazy. All they could come up with is that they were possibly dealing with the god, Poseidon and even that sounded far-fetched for them.

They were knee-deep in research when there was a knock on their door. Both brothers grabbed their guns and Sam looked out the peephole. “It’s the bartender from the other night.”

Dean shoved his little brother out the way. “Smooth, dude.” Sam mumbled at a flustered Dean. Opening the door, Dean greeted you. In return you waved back. “Hey, Y/N, right?”

You shook your head vigorously, excited that he remembered your name.

“What can I help you with?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. Oh shit! How were you gonna let him now you were there to help?

An idea popped in your head. You held up a finger and brought out the cellphone Scuttle bought for you. Unlocking the phone, all the words were gibberish to you when they shouldn’t be. You were fluent in all languages. Mami Wata must’ve cursed all your modes of communications. Son of a bitch!

“Woah!” Dean lifted his arms as you pushed pass him when you saw a photo of one of the victims. Grabbing it you motioned to the boys you could help. They were confused to why you weren’t speaking and even more confused on how you knew another victim.

“Dean, I think she’s connected somehow.” You eagerly waved the photo in agreeance. Sam crouched down to assure you he wasn’t a threat. “Did you lose your voice because you know who did this?” Sam clapped his hands in victory when you confirmed his suspicion.

Dean wanted to believe you were there to help, but he could never be too careful. He’s been burned too many times before. “How do we know you’re not the one doing the killings?”

Pinching your nose and pointing to the boys, you reenacted their drowning and you pulling them out. “You’re the one who saved us? How?” Dean scanned you up and down, there was no way you had the strength to pull him AND his brother. Well, no way if you were only human.

Of course, they wouldn’t believe you. To them you were a human woman. You puckered your face like you seen humans do to imitate fish, then you pointed to your closed legs and made swimming motions with your hands.

“No way.” Sam thought out loud.

“What,” Dean asked, still in the dark.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Man, you were always bad at charades.”

“I’m not!” Dean sputtered like a child.

“I think she’s a mermaid.”

“Sam, don’t you think we would’ve heard of them being real?” Dean couldn’t wrap his head around the idea.

Dean’s disbelief caused an argument between the boys. They were too busy with trying to be right that they didn’t notice you taking off your clothes. There was only one way to end this argument. Just in your bra you tapped your seashell necklace and prepared for the fall.

At the sound of something falling, Sam and Dean stopped arguing. “Oh shit!” They simultaneously said, realizing Sam was right.

It was uncomfortable to have your tail and not be near water, so you transformed back to legs in forth of them. When Sam and Dean noticed you were naked down below, they quickly turned their backs to you.

After you were dressed properly, you tapped both on their broad shoulders. Questions were flying at you. Was it another mermaid behind the killings? How many mermaids are there? Are you a good or bad mermaid? How do you have sex?

You pointed to the photos to direct the hunters’ attention (more Dean than Sam) back to the case. “Oh yeah, the case.” Dean sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “You said you knew who’s behind the murders, right?”

Nodding yes, you began thinking of how to act out Mami Wata. Jumping up and down you got the boys’ attention when you figured it out.

You mimicked the motion parents do when they rock their babies. “Cradle? Rocking?” Dean guessed.

“Baby?!” Sam called out. You smiled at his correct guess, but that wasn’t the word they needed, it was only a connection.

Pointing between you and your imaginary baby, you hoped they would get it.

“Mom?”

“Mother?”

“Mama?”

“Mommy?” Dean threw out. You squeezed his cheeks and gave him a kiss.

Dean gave Sam a superior look. “And you said I was bad at charades.” Sam ignored his brother’s smug smirk and paid attention to you searching for something. Your eyes lit up when you found it. This should be easy.

“Water?” Dean asked and it earned him another kiss from you. He smiled victoriously at Sam. Now he wanted to play charades with you all the time.

Combining the two words, Sam asked you, “Mommy water?” Close enough. You knew they weren’t familiar with the dialect. You nodded your head yes and Sam began searching it. “Okay, I think I got it.” Sam announced after a few minutes. “Mami Wata?” He looked to you for approval. You jumped over to him and placed a big kiss on Sam’s cheek.

“Shut up,” Dean told Sam before he could say something smart. “What are we dealing with?”

“Okay, lore says Mami Wata is an African water goddess. She can take an appearance of a mermaid or human. Either way she’s extremely beautiful, like Aphrodite beautiful.”

Dean hovered above his brother. “Enough with the backstory. Why is she killing dudes?”

Sam scrolled down further until he found what he wanted. “I think I got it. Mami Wata appears to some men and promise them riches and good fortune as long as they remain faithful to her. Cheat and you’ll lose everything. Sometimes even your life.”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. How do we kill her?”

Sam leaned back and sighed at what he read. “Wooden stake dipped in the blood of one of their living victims.”

Dean started browsing the local newspaper. He remembered something sticking out. He shook the paper when he found the article about a man winning the two million dollars lottery. “Boom! I think we got our next victim.” He started grabbing his belongings. “Sammy, Y/N, let’s roll.”

It was always a set-up. The men Mami Wata made deals with were notorious cheaters. She knew they would break the deal and cheat. With some teamwork, preparation, and some luck the three of you were able to kill her before she got to her next victim.

“You know it would be nice to have a mermaid on Team Free Will.” Dean desperately wanted to spend more time with you.

You intertwined your fingers with Dean’s. “I wish, but I belong in the ocean. Princess duties.”

Dean nodded his head to himself. “Well, let me leave you with a parting gift.”

Dean’s lips were less than an inch away from yours when you heard your mom’s voice. “Y/N!” She was flanked by a sulking Sebastian and Floyd.

You wasted no time going to her. For her to be on land meant you were deep in trouble. You gave Dean one more glance, taking in his features for the last time.

Tears feel from your eyes as Sebastian and Floyd tried to comfort you. Your mother really banned you from the kingdom. Sneaking to land? Forgivable. Almost kissing a human? Forgivable. But killing her goddess? Unforgivable, apparently.

Your friends assured you the queen would change her mind. Despite your different beliefs, you were her favorite because you were so similar. But how long would it take for her to change her mind? Your mother could hold a grudge.

“Y/N?” Dean called into the grotto. Behind him was Sam and Scuttle. “What’s wrong?” He sat by you and pulled you into a hug.

Sebastian splashed some water on him.

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Don’t you think you’ve helped enough? Both of you?” Sebastian glared at both brothers.

“What did we do?” Sam asked, a little scared of the abnormally buff merman.

Splashing some water with your tail, you admonished your friend. “Don’t mind Seb, he’s always crabby.”

“I get crabby when my princess and friend gets banished because she helped hunters.”

Sticking up a finger, you corrected him. “For your information I got in trouble for killing Mami Wata.”

Sam knelt by you, feeling horrible that him and Dean were the cause of your current predicament “Is it true?”

“That I got banned? Yeah, but it’s not your fault. I knew this could happen. I’m just bummed I have to find a new home.”

Scuttle laid a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N/N, you always have a home with me.”

Sam and Dean traded looks with each other, this was their fault and they needed to fix it. “Or…” Dean drew out. “You can live with us, hunt with us.” Dean saw the debate in your eyes. “That’s only if you want to. No pressure.” He added nervously.

When your eyes lit up, Floyd began shaking his head no. “Y/N, nuh uh! There’s vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and demons!”

“Stop being a guppy, Floyd!” Your Aunt Iliana chuckled as she swam up with her dolphin, Pica. “This is where she’s meant to be.” She gave you a knowing smirk.

Her prophecy! You remembered. Sliding back in the water you gave your aunt and friends hugs and kisses goodbye. You promised them to visit as much as you could.

With a press to your necklace, your tail turned into legs and with some magic from Aunt Iliana you had clothes on this time.

“Ready?” Dean offered his hand.

You put your hand in his. “Yeah.” It sucked to be kicked out of your world, but now you could be a part of Dean’s.

Tagging: @titty-teetee @chonisberonica @awshitdaviddonedonethisshitagain @cocooned-butterfly @babypink224221 @deanscroissant @deansbbysblog @nervouspetsonanime @nerd-lovely

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dickbaggins · 4 years ago

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20 First Lines

@marrieddorks tagged me and I love her and I would do anything for her so here we are!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

Horny for DILFs in Diners (frank castle/nathan summers, gay comics): Frank knows he’s been talked into some shit here.

Horny for DILFs in Tactical Boots (frank castle/nathan summers): So it’s a warehouse.

Défenestration (jensen/jared, jensen/jared/jeff, spn rpf au): Jared Padalecki gets used to bad habits too easily; it's been nice, having the house next door empty for a few months, nice to hang out of his window and smoke whatever he wants, whenever he wants, without the old crank bustling over and harassing his mother about it.

Mathematical (sam wesson/kevin tran, spn au): Sam Wesson's got one of those big man on campus kinda deals going on, literally and figuratively, but so literally that Kevin Tran runs face first into Wesson's chest the second he takes a step out of the safety of his mother's car.

Summerlong (jensen/jared, spn rpf): “I'm not ready,” Jared says and it's a sigh as much as it's words.

A Light Yet To Be Found (dean/cas, spn au): Cas Novak woke up on his horse again, the first time this week.

Backstage (sam/dean, sam/dean/cas, spn au): Castiel had been coming to these shows for four months now.

Making Room (cas/kevin/sam/dean, spn): “This isn't going to fit,” Kevin grunted.

Like Chess (sam/dean/jess/jo, spn au): “They hit it off pretty quick,” Sam considered over his beer, perched at a table in a fairly busy bar.

Yoga for Pick-Up Artists (sam/dean, sam/dean/cas, spn au): “Just because he's a yoga instructor, doesn't mean - “

Her Girls (alex/claire, spn): The way Jody Mills saw it, there were much worse things her girls could be doing.

Leg Day (cas/cain/dean/benny/victor, spn au): The only thing Dean Winchester found himself looking forward to was this: Friday nights at the gym and the sweaty tangled mass of bodies crowding around him.

A Little Pussy Never Hurt Anyone (sam/cas/dean, spn): “Definitely a dog,” Sam hummed.

Heart Throb (jensen/jared, spn rpf au): It didn't used to take this long when he drove.

Grasping (sam/dean, spn au): Long day.

Back Again (sam/dean, cas/cain, spn): Castiel knows most of the ways to slip through the cracks of time.

Chill (sam/benny, spn): Sam barely notices the names of the bars anymore.

Run So Far (That I Am Standing Still) (sam/dean/cas, sam/dean, sam/cas, spn au): First visits were strange; Cas Novak had some files and a name, a vague idea of speech patterns and voice from a brief phone consult, but this didn't form a person yet.

Just Let Me (dean/adam, spn au): Dean sits in Sam's room most nights.

Get Real (sam/dean, spn au): Dean's seething.

patterns?? Lots of names, full names first thing. Lots of sentence fragments. When it's a full sentence, it's a long goddamn sentence. My favourite first line isn't here though, it's in an unfinished brank fic and it's about frank's dick :) My fave out of these though is #4, I guess? It's pretty evocative and really sets up the whole story, which is actually just fucking but still carries some emotional weight about kevin growing up and being his own person. on sam's dick specifically.

idk who to tag but if you want to do this please tag me so I can see!

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chevrolangels · 4 years ago

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When My Time Comes

death!cas, 3.3k

Continuing my tradition of posting ~spooky~ fics for Halloween, here’s a little thing with Death!Cas. I know we’re all freaking out with spn ending and a possible looming end for our fave so I hope this is a nice little au reprieve. The title is from 'Work Song' by Hozier, bc I needed to use one of his lyrics for a title eventually.

Enjoy.

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The first time Castiel met him, he was crying.

He beat out with his tiny fists, and his father dragged him away, but not before he managed to swipe at Castiel. His hand passed through him like mist, and Castiel felt a shock, like he had been plunged in icy water.

Castiel extended a hand, and he and Mary Winchester walked into the afterlife together.

“Your son is a feisty one,” he told her.

“Good,” Mary replied. “He'll have to be without his mama.”

◆

“I know what you are.”

A man—boy, really—his hands clenched. He stared at Castiel, anger staining his soul.

Castiel knew those eyes.

“You’re a reaper,” the man accused.

Castiel did not deny it.

He simply stood, withdrawing his hands from the body in the alley.

“That’s one word for what I am.”

The words dragged like rust in Castiel’s throat. It had been some time since he last spoke.

“I've been searching for you. For years.”

Castiel looked away, and said nothing.

The boy eyed him for several silent moments.

“Why can I see you?”

Castiel told him honestly.

“I don't know.”

Some of the tension bled from the boy’s shoulders.

“You got a name?” He asked gruffly.

Castiel nodded.

“My name is Castiel.”

The boy took an abortive step forward, his fingers outstretched. Castiel did not move.

He reached the outline of where Castiel’s shoulder should be, but touched nothing but air.

His hand dropped.

“I’m Dean,” he said finally. “Dean Winchester.”

“I know,” Castiel answered softly. “Hello, Dean.”

◇

“Why can't I touch you?” He asked, the next time they met.

“Would you like to?”

Dean thought for a moment, his brow furrowed.

“Yes.”

Castiel stepped past Dean’s grandfather, lying sick in his bed. Castiel had never done it before, but he saw no reason why it wouldn’t be possible. He extended his arm and thought very hard.

He felt himself solidify, and Dean reached out tentatively, as if Castiel were poisonous. He touched the back of his hand.

His fingers were hot, searing flame, burning brighter than anything Castiel had ever known.

Until, that is, Dean punched him in the face.

“That was for my ma,” he said.

◆

“I do not cause death,” Castiel said, many months later. “I am merely the link between worlds.”

Dean lifted his head, shock crossing his pale face.

“You again.”

His voice was hoarse, weakened through many nights of grief. Tragedy had once again come to their small community, and Castiel could feel Dean’s soul still aching from it.

Castiel stepped forward, looking at the cold form lying before Dean, life now burnt out.

“You were not related to this man,” he said, almost a question.

“No,” Dean answered shortly.

“Ah.”

Castiel looked away. Even after all this time, the nuances of humanity still escaped him.

The silence between them stretched. Castiel furrowed his brow, searching for the appropriate words to use.

“I’m sorry.”

Dean said nothing, but his eyes widened, betraying his surprise.

“Dean.”

Another entered the room, long hair skimming over reddened eyes.

“They want us outside,” the newcomer said, thin, tall, even younger than Dean. “You know. To say a few words.”

His request was thick, choked. Castiel looked back from his face to Dean’s. Their pain was great, and shared.

“Yeah, be there soon, Sammy,” Dean answered in a low voice, never taking his eyes off Castiel.

The boy waited for a moment, eyes sliding towards the spot where Castiel stood, where to him was only empty space.

“You’re not still seeing ghosts, are you?” He asked, smiling wanly.

His soul flickered, strangely dim.

“Nah,” Dean answered quietly.

They did not speak after that, even after the boy left the room. Some time later, Dean left too, with a quick nod toward Castiel, so brief he might have missed it.

Castiel watched him go.

Robert Singer sighed, a wistful smile on his face.

“Well,” he said, turning to Castiel. “We’d better get goin’, huh?”

Castiel nodded.

“Yes,” he said softly. “Let’s.”

◇

Revolution came. Blood ran through the streets and voices cried out in the dawn, the sound of shouts and guns being fired.

Dean lay slumped against a building, bleeding in the dirt—a wound in his thigh that desperately needed a doctor. Castiel waited by the dying body of Dean’s compatriot, watching soldiers run past.

Dean saw him and his face went pale.

“Well, Castiel,” he murmured. “You comin’ to finish me off?”

He knew. He knew if Castiel was there, it was already too late.

He passed out soon after from the blood loss. Dean was not to die yet, but soon. Thirty minutes maybe, a stray bullet to the head. He would feel nothing.

Castiel thought for a moment. Then he did something he was not allowed to do.

He picked up the dead comrade’s helmet and slipped it over Dean’s head, brushing the hair back from his glassy green eyes. Then Castiel gently laid him back against the building.

“Not yet, Dean Winchester,” he whispered.

◆

Castiel was not sure why he did it. But nothing happened. No fire, no brimstone, no splitting of the fabric of time. Whatever cosmic consequences he had incurred lay quiet.

In the hospital, many died. Castiel checked on him frequently. By the seventh death, he was awake.

"Castiel," he whispered. “Cas.”

The nurse hushed him and quickly turned up his medicine. Dean slipped back under—but not before he grabbed Castiel’s hand.

In sleep, he burns cooler, the swirling ocean during a storm.

◇

Dean sat there, sunken eyes, in a wheelchair.

War brings out the demons inside.

"Y'know, I'm startin' to think you're following me."

Castiel frowned.

"You do not know this man. I believe you are the one following me."

"Yeah, well." Dean turned his head away, scratching at a cheek covered in rough stubble. "I had to thank you, didn't I?"

Castiel hesitated.

"I did nothing."

"Sure."

Dean picked at the edge of his bandage. A couple weeks and he'd be able to walk again.

"All I'm saying is, it's pretty nice I got the angel of death as my friend."

Castiel let out a small derisive sound.

"I am not an angel."

"Then what are you?"

Castiel thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure."

Then, something in his words registered. Castiel looked at him curiously.

"Friend?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "Friend."

◆

Dean was not there when Castiel took his father. They hadn't spoken in years.

“So that’s it,” John said flatly.

Castiel nodded.

“Yes.”

John was silent for a long moment.

“Guess there’s no talking my way outta this one,” he muttered. “No more deals to make.”

Castiel slowly shook his head.

John looked back at his own body, tears welling in his eyes.

“Miss my boys,” he mumbled. “I shoulda...shoulda done more. Shoulda done right by them.”

He sighed, staring blankly at his hands.

“Guess it’s too late now.”

Castiel spoke softly.

“Your son is a fine man.”

“Yeah?” John turned, raising an eyebrow. “How do you know?”

Castiel avoided his eyes, holding out a hand.

"Come," he said. "Mary is waiting."

◇

"How come I see you so much?”

"Death is everywhere.”

"Then how come your name isn't...y'know. Death?”

"There are many old names for things. Everything changes with time."

Silence sat between them, comfortable yet steady.

"Is there a god?"

"Why would you ask me that?"

"Dunno. Figured if there was, they'd be your boss."

"If there is, I've never met them.”

“Huh. Told Sammy as much. He still thinks you don’t exist, by the way.”

“People find it hard to believe things they cannot see.”

“Mmm.”

“It’s something I have wondered, many times, Yet it remains mysterious, even to me."

Castiel looked down at his hands, the means of his lonely burden.

"I am merely the ferryman,” he murmured.

Dean nudged his shoulder.

"So the Greeks were right then?"

"What?"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Never mind."

◆

When his next-door neighbor died on his kitchen floor, Castiel visited Dean.

He was crying.

“Dean.”

He looked up slowly, eyes unfocused.

“My dad’s dead,” he mumbled. Castiel nodded.

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Castiel shrugged slowly.

“I hadn't talked to him,” Dean said, a confession. “Not in years.”

“He mentioned you.”

Dean dropped his head back in his hands, shoulders shaking. Rather than comfort, Castiel’s words seemed to have the opposite effect.

Castiel stood still for several long moments.

Then he knelt, reached out, and touched his cheek.

Tears clung to Dean’s lashes. He looked up at Castiel, shattered, laid bare, his rough exterior finally split open.

Dean leaned forward, lips parting.

This soft, broken man was the edge of a knife, a precipice for which there could be no coming back.

Castiel brushed a thumb over the freckles dusting his skin—wheat and honey stars in a milky sky.

And he kissed him.

◇

Dean still burns cool in his sleep. But they've evened out, and now, he feels like warm summer rain in Castiel’s arms. He has stopped shivering when Castiel holds him.

“What do I look like?” Castiel whispers one night.

They do not have much time left. Castiel has been reckless, pushing the limits further and further each time he stays. He cannot begin to imagine what danger might come from his disobedience.

“You don't know?”

Dean smiles, and starts to trace the lines of his face.

“You look human. Sorta.”

His fingers dance down Castiel’s jaw, sweeping across his chin.

“But...I look at you, and know you're not...y’know?” He laughs softly. “I can just tell. You're made of something else.”

Dean’s hands skim across Castiel’s bare throat.

“When you’re wearing clothes,” he continues, a hint of mischief in his tone. “It’s always the same ugly-ass coat.”

Castiel makes a small indignant sound.

“It is not ugly.”

“Just saying.”

Dean grins, loose and easy, tangling his fingers in Castiel’s own.

“You could rock the whole badass look. Black cloak, scythe—the whole deal.”

“The scythe was quite cumbersome,” Castiel deadpans.

Dean looks at him for a moment until he realizes Castiel’s joking—and he laughs.

“And you got one hell of a sense of humor,” he murmurs, leaning in.

Castiel accepts the kiss, closing his eyes. Despite all he’s seen, all he’s suffered, Dean is still so full of love. The resilience of humans will never fail to astound Castiel, but Dean is something else.

He pulls back, smiling softly, then reaches up, tugging at Castiel’s hair.

“This is brown. Really dark brown, almost black. Way darker than mine.”

Dean looks at him, lowering his voice.

“Your eyes are blue, and they're the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.”

Castiel catches his hand, pressing a small kiss to his palm.

Dean’s smile fades as he watches Castiel, his chest rising and falling slowly. Castiel’s does not.

He does not breathe.

“When I gonna die, Cas?” Dean whispers.

Castiel goes still.

Dean searches his face.

“C’mon,” he says, a slight shake in his voice. “You gotta know.”

Castiel looks at him, and realizes he does not.

“I don't,” he says, shocking himself with the words.

Dean doesn't heed him, barreling on.

“Because when I die, I mean what if—”

He stops, fear in his eyes.

“What if I never see you again?” Dean whispers.

Castiel cradles Dean’s face in his hand, shaking his head, opening his mouth to whisper false words of comfort.

That's when he feels a tug at the edges of his being, and he’s being pulled halfway across the world, to the next death.

The last thing Castiel sees are Dean’s panicked green eyes, before everything turns to black.

◆

“SAM, NO—”

Dean runs, his scream rending the night air.

“No, no, Sammy—”

He reaches Sam just before he collapses, dropping with him in the wet dirt.

“Dean—” Sam chokes out, as the perpetrator runs away with his crime into the dark. “I’m—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Hey, hey, no—it’s okay, alright?” Dean tries to pull him up, support him, even as Sam falls to his knees, slumping forward. “You’re fine—it’s fine, it’s not even that bad, it’s not—”

Dean cuts off. He lifts a shaky hand from the wet patch spreading over Sam’s back, seeing it come away covered in slick red.

“Shit,” he breathes lowly.

Sam says something, jagged and garbled in his throat. Dean shushes him, hands coming to his face.

“No, no, Sammy, you’re gonna be fine—we faced worse before, you just need to—”

Sam’s face is ashen white, his eyes starting to slip closed. Dean gasps back a choked breath.

“C’mon, Sammy,” he begs. “Come on.”

He looks around, to cry for help, for something, anything—

And he sees Castiel.

“No,” Dean breathes.

“I'm sorry, Dean,” Castiel whispers.

“No,” Dean snarls again, gripping the back of his brother's jacket.

He doesn't have long. Samuel Winchester’s heart is pushing the blood out of him, slowly but surely. It won't take more than a few minutes.

Castiel takes a few steps forward, but Dean jerks back, dragging Sam backward, shielding him with his own body.

Dean meets Castiel’s eyes. He's broken.

“No, Cas,” he whispers. “Please, no.”

Castiel’s hands tremble.

“I have to.”

Sam breathes in raggedly.

“Just a few more years,” Dean whispers. “Please.”

“I can’t,” Castiel answers softly. “Death demands life.”

“One year, just one year, c’mon, at least give him something—”

Dean stops, choking back sobs. His breath spirals silently into the night air, the ground slick with rain and blood.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Castiel murmurs.

He kneels beside them and places a hand on Sam’s forehead.

Dean watches, bone-white and utterly defeated.

Sam gasps.

“Dean,” he murmurs. “I...I see him.”

Dean looks down at him, shocked out of his stupor.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah,” Sam whispers. “Your angel...Cas.”

Dean nods silently, tears dripping down thick and fast.

“He was real after all,” Sam mumbles, his head drooping onto Dean's chest.

Dean stares down at his brother’s pale face, hands clenched in the loose folds of his jacket.

Seconds, now.

Castiel closes his eyes. He has no heart, but he’s sure this is what it feels like when it breaks.

“Take me.”

Castiel looks up sharply.

Dean’s jaw is set, his eyes are firm.

“Take me instead,” he orders again.

Castiel stutters, fear constricting his throat.

“Dean, I—”

He stops, shaking his head.

“I can’t,” he whispers.

“Bullshit, you can’t,” Dean spits back. “You saved me.”

“I—”

His argument dies in his throat.

As Castiel beholds him, stares into Dean’s eyes—his fate is murky, the truth to Castiel lost in shadow.

Dean reaches out, catching the edge of Castiel’s sleeve.

"Please," he begs. "Please, Cas."

Castiel shudders, and looks back to Sam’s pale face.

“And you would leave him here alone?” He swallows thickly. “Without you.”

Dean is silent for a long moment. When Castiel finally musters the courage to look back at him, his normally carefree face is drawn tight, resignation heavy on his shoulders.

“I ain’t supposed to be here, Cas,” he whispers. “I felt it. Ever since…”

Castiel knows.

Ever since he ripped up the rules, leaving nothing.

“I was supposed to die,” Dean says quietly. “Maybe I should. “

Sam’s breathing slows, his face grows slack.

Dean tightens his grip, knuckles white.

“It’ll be hard for him at first,” he breathes, looking down at Sam. “For—for both of us. But I know he’ll understand.”

Castiel cannot think. Dean cannot fathom what he’s asking of him.

“Cas.”

Dean’s voice breaks on his name.

“Cas—please,” he whispers.

A soft touch on his cheek.

“We’ll see each other again,” Dean breathes, swallowing thickly. “R-right?”

Castiel folds his hand over Dean’s.

“Right,” he whispers, but he’s not sure if it's true.

He slowly places his other hand on Sam’s, and looks up into Dean’s eyes. He nods, just once.

Sam bolts upright, just as Dean slumps over, the light fading from his eyes.

Castiel sags, the transfer of energy leaving him weak. It's like watching a film in reverse—Sam rises dazedly, and when he understands what has occurred, he is the one now shaking his brother’s lifeless body, agony in his voice.

“Dean!” He calls, looking around wildly. “Castiel, you son of a bitch, don’t you dare—bring him back—”

He continues raging, cursing Castiel in one breath and begging for help in the next.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” Dean whispers.

Sam stills, hiccuping.

“Be good, alright?” Dean continues softly. “You keep fighting. And take care of my wheels.”

Sam drops his head, stifling a choked laugh. Dean smiles, sad and bittersweet.

“Remember what Dad taught you, okay?” He murmurs. “And what I taught you.”

Behind them, a soft white light begins to glow, banishing the obscure dark. Sam does not notice, or see. He is too caught up in his grief, mourning over a now-empty shell.

The universe demanded the soul of a Winchester, and it got one. Yet a life traded for another cannot move on.

Castiel knows this.

Beside him, Dean’s hand finds his.

Castiel shivers. Not candle-warm, like the other souls he’s helped cross over. Dean’s hand is as cold as his own.

“Let's go, Cas,” Dean whispers. “I can't see this.”

They turn away, Castiel giving one last look to the brother they’re leaving behind.

And they walk forward into the light.

◆◇

Castiel’s work has always been demanding. Souls dying everywhere across the globe, some within the same second.

With two, the job is somewhat easier.

◇◆

She opens her eyes. She must’ve slipped under again, a brief respite from the pain.

She sits up and is surprised to find the motion does not hurt her. In fact, nothing hurts anymore. Instead, she feels only lightness.

“Well, you sure took your sweet time.”

She turns, startled to see a man standing at the foot of her bed.

He clicks his tongue, pulling back the edge of a leather glove to tap a shining watch on his wrist.

“We’re late enough as it is,” he says expectantly. “And I don’t got all day, seeing as my brother’ll kill me if I don’t get to visit him again.”

He thinks a moment, then chuckles, a wry smile playing around his lips.

“Well.” He smirks. “He would if he could.”

She blinks a few times, bewildered.

“Who are you?”

The man ignores her question, removing his gloves completely. He’s tall, impeccably dressed in a dark suit and black cloak.

“Tessa, right?”

He smiles, extending a hand.

On his fourth finger is a ring, white ivory in a square setting.

Tessa doesn’t move.

“I’m dead.”

The man winks.

“Bingo,” he answers. “Or ‘condolences’, as Cas would say.”

Before she can ask what that's supposed to mean, the man quickly checks his watch again, speaking brusquely.

“Okay, but seriously, come on.” He jerks his head, nodding over his shoulder. You’d think we’d have all the time in the world, but turns out we run on a very tight schedule.”

Tessa eyes him warily.

“And...where are we going?”

“Y’know.” The man gestures vaguely. “On. As they say.”

“On,” she repeats.

The man smirks.

“Yeah. Dust in the wind and all that.”

She frowns.

“What?”

“It’s a—” The man stops, waving an impatient hand. “You know what—never mind.”

He turns, beckoning once again. Seeing no other option, Tessa falls into step beside him.

Before them is a warm silver light, growing brighter by the second.

They reach the threshold of what seems to be a shimmering door, a gateway.

Tessa takes a deep breath. Despite everything, she is not afraid.

She looks back at her strange shepherd, gathering her courage.

“So.”

He glances up, raising an eybrow.

“You’re Death,” she says.

The man chuckles, once again pulling on his black gloves.

"Sure am," he answers, smiling. "Well—"

He shrugs.

"One of them, anyway.”

He turns, holding a hand out for her to shake.

“You can call me Dean.”

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#destiel #my writing #when my time comes #death!cas #mcd #happy halloween!!!!#🎃#too spoopy

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hawkland · 4 years ago

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Dear Fandom5k Author

My AO3 account (sidewinder)

Hello and thank you for writing for me! I’m excited to give this exchange a try for the first time and cannot wait to read what you can come up with for one of my requests. Please note I’d love any of them equally, no matter if I have more prompt ideas for one or the other. Some I seriously would love just about anything about since they are so rare, others I have more specific requests to scratch itches I haven’t seen written before (or that much.)

General Likes:

Soumates with a twist. I love soulmate/soulbond AUs, as long as it’s just not a shortcut to happily-ever, no-conflict fluff. I want there to be some difficulties or angst involved. For instance, I’d love seeing any fusion/inspired-by fics based off the concept of the AMC Soumates series - where there’s a newly-developed scientific test a person can choose to take to find their soulmate (if the other person out there has also taken the test). That way it’s a choice to find out or not. Would an already established couple want to take the test to find out if they’re really “meant” to be together or not? What if they find out other people are their “soulmates”? What about the possibility of platonic soulmates vs romantic? Discussions for the future if/when one partner dies before the other? I’d love to see these questions played out with one of my fave ships in either a happy or somewhat angsty/dark way.

Vacation/travel stories. Being unable to travel this past year+ thanks to covid-19 has me desperate to explore and live vicariously through my favorite characters! So I’d love a story involving travel to somewhere new (to them). It could be a romantic getaway/honeymoon trip to somewhere special - and I love it when an author “takes me” to a favorite city/place of their own. Or two friends just going on an escapade together, maybe one sensing the other needs some time away from a stressful situation or workplace.

Smutty likes: I love extended kissing scenes, frottage, light restraint play, sharing-one-bed-for-~reasons~-ooops-how-did-we-wake-up-cuddling, bathing/caretaking an injured partner-turns-erotic, desperate/reunion sex.

Canon-divergent AUs - I’m always good with fix-its, shifts in canon that only change one thing and see what happens next or instead.

Do Not Wants:

A/B/O dynamics, mating heats. (I do like Supernatural fics that explore Castiel and the angels having bird-like behaviors and instincts, however.)

animal abuse/death

anything related to pregnancy/childbirth/kidfic (except for Jack in SPN)

formalized BDSM relationships

scat/watersports

unrequested alternative-universe scenarios such as high school/mundane/genderswap/coffee shop/fantasy/etc. There are a few ships/groups where I would enjoy specific AUs, and those are outlined below.

Completely sad endings/permanent character death or injury that isn’t part of canon

Rape/non-con between requested characters. Dubious consent is fine in situations like magic spells/possession/fuck-or-die, however.

Supernatural

AU - Canon Divergence, Character Development, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Fix-it fic, Interpersonal Drama, Smut, Angst, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural, Slice of Life, Worldbuilding, Horror

In general for SPN, I love canon-divergence AUs at pretty much any point in time (especially as they kept having so many dumb reasons in canon to keep Dean & Cas apart just when one or the other seriously needed support or TLC!) I’m okay with post-series Heaven fics as well as canon fix-its/completely ignoring the finale, and I like exploring both human!Cas as endgame or Cas keeping/getting his full angelic grace back (which is a slight preference to me, as he repeatedly seemed to genuinely value/want to be an angel? But exploring all possibilities in fic is cool for me.)

I’m a sucker for Castiel Whump/hurt!Cas in general, so long as the author remembers Cas is a bad ass and not just a baby in a trenchcoat. If he’s going to suffer, I want him to suffer stoically until he just cannot keep up the facade any longer.

SPN-specific DNWs: mentions/implications of Wincest, past or present; extreme bashing/characterization of John and Mary Winchester, or Jimmy Nowak, as homophobic.

Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Give me all the finale fix-it fics - no I’m still not over it, I’m still happy to read any new twist on how Cas got out of the Empty and got back together with Dean (and Sam). If Dean still dies early/ends up in Heaven, I’d like a story that explores what happens when one gets bored of peace-and-happiness-ever-after. (Yes, I’m a big fan of The Good Place and as such it makes me wonder if eternity with no conflict and everything you could ever want would just melt your brain and identity after a few millennia.) So what then?

I’m also stealing a Tumblr rant as a prompt I’d love to read, if you want to get into some good dirty smut:

ive had it up to here with fictional gays being like “i love you and if all i can ever have is that knowledge it’s enough for me” we need more “i have been struck down by horny insanity and i beg you to fuck me once. i’ve had three smirnoff ices and i’m gonna be crazy now. we can pretend it didn’t happen i don’t give a shit just gimme daddy’s blunt instrument” it’s more realistic [x]

Um so yeah. I’d love an au where, anywhere along the line when it’s been their/someone’s/the universe’s life on the life, Cas takes the initiative decides they’re gonna have crazy sex even if it’s just once before the end of the world/we die. But then, oops, we’ve survived, now we have to deal with it. ...Please?

For something different, maybe more romantic/fluffy, I’d really love a vacation/getaway story here, since they never really got anything like that of substance on the show. I want to see Cas take Dean somewhere beautiful and amazing in the world he’s never gotten to see before. Show him there’s more than just greasy diners and the landscape of America to enjoy and experience. If you want, they could stumble on a case/haunting/monster from another part of the world while they’re at it...but I just really want to see Dean having some mind-opening and expanding experiences beyond what’s he’s known and seen so far in life.

In specific with Cas/Dean + Sam, I love another tumblr idea I saw recently where Sam totally keeps bringing up the idea of “Sastiel” as a fun joke between him and Cas, and Cas plays along, and it drives Dean up the wall. Cas has to just keep re-assuring Dean that no, he doesn’t see Sam that way...but why does it bother Dean so much? A.k.a. Dean has to finally own up to the fact that it bothers him because he wants Cas to feel that way about him.

Castiel (Supernatural)

I just love Cas, period, end of story, he’s my One True Character of SPN. I love any stories that try to explore him more fully—be it his relationships in the past with other angels and being a BAMF commander/warrior of Heaven, or what specifically it is that keeps him so tied to the Winchesters. I love stories that feature his true-form in some fashion or try to dig into the alien/different nature of angels vs. humans.

Also, another Tumblr-musing-turned-prompt (I lost who posted it, sorry!) I'd love to see explored in a canon divergence fic focused on Cas. Specifically:

"I would have loved an arc for Cas (after he got his grace back) where he wanted to help people, like he was helped. Spending time in soup kitchens or healing people, and through that developing a sense of self purpose, leading to his grace replenishing unexpectedly. Sort of fulfilling the traditional angel role (as we know it nowadays) by replacing his faith in heaven/dean with faith in himself, to redefine himself as a protector of humanity instead of heaven's soldier."

Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester & Jimmy Novak Group: Castiel & Jimmy Novak

We know Cas carried a lot of guilt for what happened to Jimmy and his whole family. So I'm interested in a post-finale, canon-compliant (I guess?) fic where Cas tries to reconcile things with Jimmy in Heaven. Maybe Jimmy & Amelia were one of his first "projects" or test cases in trying to build a new and better Heaven with Jack? (And it's what he was so busy with while Dean was still alive.) Or, is it weird in Heaven with Cas and Jimmy looking so similar? Does Cas still fight doubts as to whether Dean really loves him, or just desires this body/form that isn’t his own?

Otherwise, I've been thinking about Endverse!Cas, who had lost his grace/powers as the angels have all left and abandoned humankind. What happened to/where is Jimmy in all of that? (If we go by the canon that Jimmy was not killed, nor went to Heaven, until the end of Season 5, when Lucifer blew up that vessel and Cas was resurrected by Chuck.) Are they now two "mortal men"/souls trapped sharing one body? Is that why Cas is so messed up/always seeking an escape through drugs and sex? (Besides of course Dean having changed so much.) This is one prompt where I don’t mind a very dark/not-so-happily-ever-after ending.

The Police

Angst, Character Development, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Humor, Interpersonal Drama, Smut

Group: Sting/Stewart Copeland

Yeah I’ll always request these two together even though I know it’s a long shot to find anyone else as obsessed about them as I am. Really anything at all whatsoever would make me happy for this ship: Reunion Tour-era fic, early punk days before they grew successful, soulmate AUs...

I’d also love a spooky story where they’re on tour/on the road somewhere and end up in a haunted hotel. Or their tour bus/van breaks down in the middle of nowhere and they have to seek shelter in an abandoned house or farm or something...and supernatural weirdness ends up affecting them or bringing them together.

If you want to go the crack route: it wasn’t enough for Miles to take them all around the world to tour in “exotic” locations back in the day. He’s arranged for them now to go on the ultimate tour...of outer space and alien worlds.

Crossover Fandom

Action/Adventure, Character Development, Interpersonal Drama, Angst, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural

Group: Abe Morgan (Forever TV) & John Munch (L&O: SVU)

I’ve had a long running headcanon that these two could have been friends back in their respective 60s/early 70s hippie days. I’d love either a story set back then, “pre-canon”, or them running into each other in NYC later in life. Munch ending up in Abe’s antique shop, for instance, while on an investigation?

Group: Dean Winchester (Supernatural) & Ezekiel Stone (Brimstone) Group: Castiel (Supernatural) & Ezekiel Stone (Brimstone)

I’m fascinated by the idea of crossing over these two canons. Even if there’s some conflict in their approach to Hell/Lucifer/demons, there’s still a lot in common. Dean & Ezekiel having both put in their time in Hell and being demon hunters, for instance, and their complicated relationships with (fallen) angels. I’d love to see them bonding over their experiences (Maybe they even meet in Hell? Time DOES work differently there…) Maybe somehow after Ezekiel completed his mission for the Devil, he did get his second chance at “life on Earth”…but the devil’s trick is that it’s not HIS Earth, it’s in a different dimension (Supernatural’s). I’m also curious how Ezekiel might respond to Castiel as an angel–perhaps he mistakes Cas for a demon at first, with his powers, but then they realize they are in fact hunting the same demon? Cas is stuck in an alternative dimension and recognizes Ezekiel as a similar soul to Dean’s, and seeks out his help?

Basically I’d love some kind of casefic/demon hunt here, with the characters bonding over their shared/similar past traumas, taking care of each other when/if injured on a hunt, and/or perhaps helping them sort out their complicated feelings for another (ie, background Cas/Dean and/or Zeke/the Devil are TOTALLY welcome here, as I ship both of those ships.)

Law & Order: SVU

Group: John Munch/Odafin "Fin" Tutuola

Character Development, Established Relationship, Humor, Getting Together, Interpersonal Drama, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural, Slice of Life, AU-Genre shift

Munch/Fin is one of my eternal OTPs so I’m always happy to see something new featuring them! I’m always good for procedural/case-fics. And this is one request where I’d love to read some AU-Genre or setting shift, reimagining the two in some other situations besides police work. I’ve always loved the idea of John hosting a conspiracy/weird news radio show or podcast, and Fin as someone completely skeptical but who gets wrapped up in one of John’s mysteries. Or John as the owner of a bar somewhere that Fin is one of his regulars, and over time their friendship develops/deepens into something more.

Supernatural RPF

Misha Collins/Jensen Ackles Established Relationship, Getting Together, Smut, Fluff, Slice of Life, Humor

It’s odd for me to be into an actor RPF fandom (I usually only fall for music/band-related ones), but what can I say...these two just make it almost impossible not to see the possibilities!

I was thinking I’d love something set post-Supernatural...their first time seeing each other again after a long time apart? (What with the show ending, covid, Misha’s surgery, etc etc.) Could be at a convention or maybe they get to go off on a getaway together somewhere private/romantic and it’s...kind of tense and maybe nervous/angsty at first? Like with doubts about whether they can/should go back to the way things were before.

Or: putting tin-hatty speculation about the “secret/real identity” of Alma Perpetua aside, I love their poetry and I’d love any “Cockles” fic using one of their poems as inspiration.

#fandom5k #dear author #exchange letter

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unforth · 6 years ago

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Destiel Faves Survey: Preliminary Statistics

Happy New Year, everyone! Unfortunately, I won’t have time until at least this weekend to do the full post of top 20s with links, but I wanted to share some basics now that the survey is done!

I collected 175 surveys

245 authors received at least one “favorite” vote, bringing the total number of authors who have EVER received a vote up to 480.

I am in the early, early stages of (with help) using the survey author data to create a “if you liked this author, you might also like these other authors” database. More on this as it develops.

The top 20 authors list is actually the top 26 authors, thanks to a large-scale tie for 20th. They are, in alphabetical order: 60r3d0m, almaasi, Annie D (scaramouche), anyrei and mugglerock (who are frequent co-authors and will be listed together), bendingsignpost, imogenbynight, jemarial, jhoom, jupiter_james, komodobits, ltleflrt, mishcollin, MittenWraith, NorthernSparrow, pantheon_of_discord, riseofthefallenone, saltnhalo, saltyfeathers, sharkfish, thepinupchemist, unforth, violue, whelvenwings, WinJennster and xylodemon.

1054, yes ONE THOUSAND AND FIFTY FOUR, fics got at least one vote for favorite. 594 fics were voted into the collection for the first time. The total number of fics that have now received at least one vote in at least one survey is 1768. These fics are by more than 800 different authors.

The top 20 fics is actually top 23 do to a tie, and they are (in alphabetical order by story name):

Addicted to You by ltleflrt

Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby and riseofthefallenone

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost

Cursed or Not by ltleflrt

Flight by NorthernSparrow

Four Letter Word for Intercourse by bendingsignpost

Get a Whiff of This by bendingsignpost

The Graveyard Shift by riseofthefallenone

The Walk by PersephoneShadow

Not Part of the Plan by Annie D (scaramouche)

Into Your Hideaway by thepinupchemist

Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits

Oddly Shaped Empty by jemariel

Out of the Deep by riseofthefallenone

Painted Angels by WinJennster

Protect and Serve by jupiter_james

Riptide by sharkfish

Satin and Sawdust by ltleflrt

A Turn of the Earth by mishcollin

Twist and Shout by gabriel and standbyme

The Dick Pic Verse by dangerousnotbroken

Vagabonds by amarillogrande

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow

The Destiel Favs Collection on AO3 is up to 1352 items in the main collection plus 435 bookmarks (bookmarks are of works not hosted on AO3 and of works where the author didn’t accept the invite to the collection).

I have gone through all the works hosted outside of AO3 and improved how they’re tagged in the bookmarks. However, this is a work in progress. If you’ve read any of these works and can suggest additional tags that would be fantastic - view the works here.

Backing up every story that received a vote (including every work in every collection) has resulted in my having a database of 2,980 works, totally 1.43 gigs of fic.

I will shortly be creating a spreadsheet that just lists all the authors and works that have gotten a vote, and the links to find the authors and stories. No vote tallies will be shared, but I thought this might help people, especially since some authors’ works are spread over multiple platforms.

I’m pondering a means of taking rolling submissions of works not already in the collection. I’m open to suggestions.

I have done my damnedest to get a digital copy of every work that received a vote, but I am still missing a few. If you have a copy of one of these please get in touch with me.

239728 - The Fall (can’t C&P from quotev)

Alice Zero - What Happens in LA (I have a partial copy)

Allantwitty - Silk Chains are Broken Now

alternaurora - Gratitude (I have a partial copy)

anonymous - Keep Looking for Water (I’m not sure if mine is a partial copy or if this fic was never completed.)

Deannathegeek - 2017 Verse (I have a partial copy)

InterruptingMoose - I’m Afraid of Paper Cuts (can’t C&P from wattpad)

Jo_Winchest1967 - Good Things Do Happen

Jo_Winchest1967 - Not In My Experience

malicezero - SPN Season 13 Hellatus Fic (I have bits and pieces, but they deleted their Tumblr and I can’t find the rest)

RandomFandoms - Two Worlds (can’t C&P from quotev)

Superpainful - 18 Dates (can’t C&P from Wattpad)

Tate Winchester the Doctor Slayer - Please Leave a Message (can’t C&P from quotev)

unicornball - Vassal

I have two one mystery fics that I can’t find at all: Klover Vaseline by @jossujb and Angel’s Diner, which is supposedly by @elizabethrobertajones (I can find zero evidence that such a fic exists?). Help?

If you’re an author, don’t forget to do the self-rec survey!

...I think that’s everything for now.

Thank you everyone for helping me out by taking the survey!

#destiel favs survey

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dreamin-of-somewhere-else · 7 years ago

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Happy To See You Awake

Stranger Things

Characters: Byers family + middle Byers sibling reader

Words: 1000

Warnings: None really just worry and a bit of guilt I guess. A little bit of fluff.

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Saturday. Sooo, as you’ve probably noticed; this isn’t a Supernatural fic. I love writing SPN, it’s just what I do. But I watch a lot of other shows too, and sometimes I just get crazy inspired to write something else than SPN, and then I’ll do so. I’ve watched both seasons of Stranger Things in about a week, and I just felt like writing something so it became this shorter fic/drabble piece. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a Winchester sister writer, because Supernatural is my fave thing to write, and this won’t really be a regular thing, but just overall, I might post fics for other fandoms every now and then, if I feel inspired. Lately I’ve had a bit of a writer’s block, and I’m just thankful for any piece I write right now. So yeah, hope you’re okay with this Stranger Things fic until I get my inspiration back when it comes to my SPN stuff :-)

Also, I just tagged my All Time Taglist and threw in some other tags too. I don’t know who’s watching Stranger Things, but just ignore it if you’re not interested.

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You opened your eyes slowly, fighting off the darkness. It wasn’t will power, it was a reflex. Your mind was still in another place, you frowned as you tried to understand. You blinked, several times trying to get your eyes to focus and the fuzzy figures to clear up. You concentrated, trying to actually hear the voices, to get your brain to piece the sounds together into words, but with no success. You recognized a touch though, just barely. It was by your face and maybe someone was playing with your hair or something like that, but you couldn’t be too sure. And, that was about all you gathered before succumbing to sleep again, all the strong impressions around you fading away.

”(Y/N)? (Y/N), do you hear me?”

A voice that sounded awfully familiar reached your ears and that was the thing that ultimately pulled you back to consciousness. A faint gasp escaped your mouth as you opened your eyes fully, and your wide-awake gaze darted across the room. White walls, white floor, white ceiling, white covers, pastel yellow curtains and light blue gown. Hospital.

But all that was pushed away when your eyes landed on the three people to your left side. All of them were watching you with red-rimmed, tear-filled eyes and small yet relieved smiles.

Closest to your head sat Jonathan, and you briefly wondered how he got that spot, competing with your mother Joyce, who sat in the middle. Furthest away sat Will, who with his round eyes and shy smile looked even smaller than he already was.

It had been some time, you could tell by their appearances. By the shadow of a beard on your older brother’s face from lack of shaving, by the darkness under your mother’s eyes, by the paleness of your younger brother’s face. You felt a sting of guilt pierce your chest that translated to a sad smile pulling on the corners of your lips followed by your gaze dropping to your hands.

”Honey, do you want me to get the doctors?” Joyce asked worriedly, as she stood up from the chair that had been pulled up to the bedside.

You opened your mouth to talk, but realized that your mouth and throat felt incredibly dry, and you resorted to clearing your throat instead.

”I’m going to get the doctors,” your mother declared, and with a small, crooked smile, she turned around and hurried out of the room and down the corridor.

Both of your brothers watched her go, and you looked at her retrieving back with a concerned expression, matching the one she herself was wearing. Your mom seemed worn and scared, and that in turn, scared you.

As the middle chair now was empty, Will took the opportunity to move closer to you and Jonathan. Jonathan himself reached over to the small table next to the hospital where a jug of water and some plastic cups were placed. He filled one and handed it to you.

Up until this point you hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were, but when Jonathan placed the plastic cup in your hand, you downed it probably faster than you should have, almost breathless in the end. Both of Jonathan and Will laughed a bit at that, and you couldn’t help but to smile a bit wider.

Then, Jonathan reached out and took one of your hands, and clasped it in his own, bigger one.

”I’m so happy that you’re okay.” His voice only wavered a bit when he said those words, his eyes soulful and meeting yours.

”You really scared us,” Will filled in, his faint tone telling you about the nervousness and fear that had permeated the time that had passed.

”Like you’re the one to talk,” you responded, the half-smile decorating your face and the gentle glimpse in your eyes telling him that you weren’t serious nor angry.

”I mean it,” Will pressed, though his tone was a bit lighter after your joke. ”I thought…”

He got quieter and quieter until his voice broke, making a choked sound, and he stopped talking, not being able to finish the sentence.

”I’m sorry,” you said quietly, looking down at your hands once again, the one in Jonathan’s hand and the one left in your lap both.

Will was your precious little brother, who had already been through more than enough to last about three lifetimes, and you hated the fact that what had happened put him and the remaining two of your family through more than they already had endured.

”Hey, don’t be,” Jonathan interrupted. ”It’s not your fault,” Will agreed.

You nodded slowly, but it was going to take some time before you believed that. Right now, you had another important question.

”What happened, exactly…?”

Will and Jonathan looked at each other, and then back at you, both frowning.

”You don’t remember?” Will asked.

”No…” you answered thoughtfully.

”Oh,” Will mouthed.

”Shit,” Jonathan muttered simultaneously. ”That’s probably not great.”

You just rose your eyebrows. ”What happened, then?”

You didn’t want to be rude, but there was this uncomfortableness in not knowing, a feeling you didn’t like.

”Well,” Jonathan began, drawing a deep breath, but didn’t get further.

”Doctor’s here,” your mom’s voice unknowingly cut off her son’s.

”Hello, (Y/N), how are you feeling?” the doctor then asked, as the grey haired man walked into the room, followed by one of the nurses.

”I, uh, I’ll tell you later,” Jonathan reassured you. Then he and Will both stood up, making room for the nurse and the doctor, but they didn’t leave your side just yet.

Instead, Will took one of your now both free hands, and squeezed it with his own small hand and Jonathan leaned down and placed a quick kiss on top of your head. Then both of then joined Joyce in the far end of the room, as the doctor and the nurse began the control.

Your family just stood there through it all. Your mom had her arms wrapped around Will’s shoulders and Jonathan stood closely besides them. All three of them wore the same relieved smiles as when you woke up, and that very smile depicted the physical similarities between them even more than usual.

Normally, you’d feel a bit weird being watched like that, but now you sort of appreciated it. It almost felt like they were your guardian angels or something. Throughout the doctor’s boring check-up, you’d send them a glance every now and then, even if the doctor or the nurse were listening to your heart, asking you questions or something like that meanwhile. And every time you’d look their way, they would blink slowly and warmly, sending you a comforting smile. And you’d smile right back, unbelievably happy that you had them.

A/N: Sorry I was too lazy to come up with a back-story (I wrote this about 2 AM in the morning after binging five episodes or something.

And again, Supernatural is my main thang but if there’s a show I’m really into at the moment, I might write something different than SPN. Like SPN is my favorite, and it’s what this blog is based on and probably what you, my followers, want to see since you (probably?) followed my for that, but I’m definitely someone who watches a ton of series and if I’m want to write something else every now and then, I myself have nothing against that. I like writing, and everything that makes me want to write, I’m happy about.

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justanearth-boundmisfit · 7 years ago

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Your response to the #foreverbitter anon is so me all the way. I always say it's this show. So unfortunate and unfair. The struggle is real for us Cas fans. Like, for me, I could care less if Destiel is canon or whatever, just give me Cas in every episode having good things!😭😖 Don't get me started on Libertarianterd Mark P🙄#BitterCasFan #MishaDeservesBetter

Thank you darling, and *le big sigh* how many times tptb promised us things about Cas’ story line and then we got nothing? I just lost count tbh. But these last two years had been the worst imho, to us bitter Cas fans (and yes I have into consideration the season 6 debacle and the season 9 horror) because now, we are being told not to worry or that we are too negative or that we can’t see the big endgame and yada yada yada. Not only we have to put up with all the bs tptb give us, but also with meta police telling us what to do, how to feel and how to see things…ah! and also some of them try to give us lessons in “How To Watch SPN”, because apparently we are too stupid to understand a show that has been given us the same bs and story lines for years.

So yeah, I’m very tired and of course bitter, and also I know that at this point after 13 seasons to expect good stories for Cas it`s hopeless. Sorry to say but it’s the truth. I also don’t care about destiel being canon or not, I think that I never thought about it like something that could happen. I love my vintage ship, but I don’t see it anymore. And how could I, when there’s not even Cas? Idgaf what the metas say, I don’t want pining, I don’t want parallels with others ships, I don’t want Dean being sad about Cas, and on the next ep playing cowboy…. I really don’t care about all of that, how some people can see destiel in the suffering of their faves, it’s beyond me, really. I know spn it’s not a rom-com, I know, but at least if you love a pair maybe, I think, you want to see them ok and not hurt right? They have to be together sharing scenes that mean something and not a comedy relief like Tombstone was, too, right? It seems that some people prefer to see them suffer than to see them together, is it a new way of shipping that I didn’t get the memo to understand? No wonder how the majority of the fics are about horrible things happening to them and all the good writers are jumping ships! To have a public that only want to read about a pairing suffering, must be exhausting for any writer that fell in love with the ship the first time that Cas appeared…

But I digress as usual.

At then end of the day, all I care about is Cas. I know he can’t be Elsa singing from the top of a mountain, but at least I want him there! And not hurt, tortured, possessed, brainwashed, memory lost, crazy, The Empty Cas. I might be forgetting something because ffs there were so many things they made him go through! And it’s not even character development at this point, no matter how many metas wrote that Cas depression was gone when he got out of the empty (if he got out really). I don’t see the change, I don’t see the growth, there’s nothing more that some tricks to shock, cause pain and baiting us to come back to see if we can get a two seconds scene with Cas not even talking. What the fuck is that? Am I being too crazy asking for a story line where Cas is talking and fighting and not playing agent Beyoncé or being left behind with Crowley? It’s too much to ask for Cas to be there with Jack (although I don’t like the character) when Dabb and Co. gave us crumbs about Cas being the one to raise him? Can’t I ask for an episode with Claire where at least, at least, Cas is mentioned? To ask all of that is being too negative? What endgame are they talking about when tptb do everything to keep Cas apart from the main story? I just don’t know anymore.

People are sending anons to bitter Cas fans saying that Misha’s contract this and Misha’s contract that….why the fuck we have to put into consideration a contract that nobody knows about, to talk about Cas’ story line? When did that discourse begin? Does his contract say: don’t give him good story lines and we forbid him to share the screen with the bros? Because that’s what they are doing with Cas. No matter how many episodes Misha might have signed for, do the number of eps justify horrible writing and terrible characterization? Because I don’t think so. Look at Game Of Thrones, and you can like it or not, but it’s a show with 22342 characters and everyone has their chance to shine no matter how little time they have on the screen. Nothing can justify bad writing and how spn is erasing Cas more and more with each season. Nothing.

Sorry it got long and I’m venting like a mf because I’m seeing all these posts and people being policed, because the show is back, and of course I can be resigned and tired, but I still get mad. The only thing we can hope for now is for Cas being Cas next week, and that’s that. Sadly it’s not much.

Hugs darling.

#rant of rants #rant #wanky replies #post hiatus venting #le bitterness is still strong #anti metas bs #anti dabb #anti spn #don't like don't read #you know who you are so go away this is not for you #wank for ts #casually-shipped #long post for ts

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perfectdagger · 8 years ago

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Okay here we go 3, 13, 15, 17, 46

Sorry it took us forever to answer this, anon! But here we go:

3. name three favorite writers

Steph: I was just going through the fics I’ve read the other day and I realized that the authors I have actually read more works from were: green_feelings @greenfeelings, stylinsoncity @alienproof and cherrystreet @cherrystreet, and I really like their stories very much (I cry thinking about Empty Skies, To the Ends of the Earth and 7 Up), so there we go. (AND ALRIGHT, YES, YOU ARE MY FAVE SYN, EVEN THO YOU HAVEN’T WRITTEN MY BDAY FIC YET)

Syn: unbelievable you didn’t answer it was me steph go away and think about your life choices but know you’re mine either way it will be a cold dead day in hell before i put anyone besides my absolute GODDESSES so i know this shit should be about larry but listen…….. Lightning on the Wave literally molded me as a person and if you like drarry you should YOU SHOULD read her work. it’s literally been 8 years and i’m still not over this Arc. also if you’re a slytherin? you should do it because of the sheer sly pride it oozes. lucius/narcisa is the GODDAMN BEST THING like they fight while they dance tango? honestly please do yourself a favor and read this i beg you. also harry is slytherin and has a twin but don’t get freaked out because of it i swear the connor thing is actually very interesting. anyway, then I have the love of my life Annie_D (scaramouche) because i’m still destiel trash AS FUCK even if i don’t even watch spn anymore. about larry now……….. the first fic i ever read and that is still to this day one of my fav ones is Gods and Monsters by @mizzwilde and tbh i love y&b but i can’t belieb people sleep on gods and monsters so much HONESTLY PEOPLE (steph: YAS GODS AND MONSTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!)

also VERY SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO EVERY WRITER OUT THERE DOING GOD’S WORK AND WRITING GIRL!DIRECTION I LOVE YOU (steph: I second that)

13. hardest character to write

Steph: I don’t know, I’m more used to writing only Harry and Louis and they are always somehow similar in my fics, I guess. But it’s been a little roller coaster of feelings to write them in IYEWBIL hahaha (syn: little roller coaster? YOU’VE CRIED TWICE ALREADY that’s an euphemism if i ever heard any)

Syn : i was talking about this with steph and tbh i struggle a bit with harry? i love his quirkiness and shit but i guess i kinda understand where louis comes from more

15. hardest verse to write

Steph: (I’m assuming this is verse as in a part of the fic and not verse as in universe, ‘cause then it would be ABO LOL) I don’t wanna say it was hard, because it flowed naturally, but the break up scene in ELTHDIM was very heavy. Also, Marcel appearing at Louis’ again after 2 years in the interludio: I cried writing that. Not that it was hard, but it was very sentimental. (if we’re talking about having a hard time writing anything, then I did have a hard time with writing my fic for the Potter Direction Exchange, but that’s a whole other thing). But I guess, the hardest thing for me to write is yet to come, so I’m bracing myself and people who are reading IYEWBIL should too lol

Syn: (but when have you ever written abo steph? (: (steph: i wouldn’t know ehehehehe)) fighting scenes are A BITCH and i don’t mean verbal fighting because i ace at those, i mean actual fighting punching and shit. don’t ask where this is coming from tho

17. favorite AU to write

Steph: So far I’ve written: a single parents au, a coffeeshop au, a fake relationship au and two hogwarts aus (Mistletoes & Wrackspurts Series and the one for the Potter Direction Exchange) and I think it’s because M&W has been the longest one, I’m having more fun writing it. But also the fake relationship au was great to write hahaha

Syn: HARRY POTTER AU HANDS DOWN because i live and breath hp and muggle!louis/wizard!harry is the best of both worlds HOW CAN I NOT DIG THAT but now i discovered a new love in writing my catwoman!au so i guess y’all should ask about those fighting scenes i guess

(steph: i hope you’re all ready for this catwoman!au, that’s all i’m gonna say)

46. share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet

Steph: I don’t think I have any story written that I haven’t published? Syn has tons lol I’ll leave this one to her.

Syn: don’t expose me like that steph but yeah i do my draft has right now about 5 works in progress HAHA and yes one of those if your gift u cry baby

ok so er under the cut is a piece of my god-knows-when-will-come-but-i’m-currently-on-chapter-3-of-who-the-fuck-knows-how-many catwoman au in which yes harry styles is catwoman y’all know why exactly

also if there’s any dc fan out there please hmu cuz i’d love to have some help haha

Louis heard a small click, their earpiece connection turning off. He rolled his shoulders inside his uniform, suddenly wary of the silence echoing inside the empty store. Normally the black (and dark blue) of his Nightwing costume worked as a camouflage in his environment, much like Batman’s did as well, but he felt exposed inside the lighten up vault as he looked for anything that could help catch the bastard behind the 3 X’s. He took his time, checking the floor, the empty cabinets, the empty shelves, anything and everything. Still, nothing. So he went back to the door, analyzing the scratches there (he still couldn’t believe it, fucking scratches) with his gloved hand caressing them softly.

“Glad to see you admire my work.”

Louis quickly threw a batarang to where the deep, drawled out voice came from, taking his sticks out when he saw the silhouette had dodged his attack. He’d heard no one come in, where did the fucker come from? Fucker was silent, silent like…

He saw a movement come from his side as he exited the vault, blocking the punch with his forearm, getting kneeled in the stomach a second after, too surprised he was by the fast attack. He gasped and stepped backwards, raising his sticks to avoid being clawed - what the fuck, his brain registered in confusion - at, blocking every time, left, right, left, right, right, left, both, the clank of the claws against his shatterproof sticks echoing in the empty store. He was glad his mask had nightvision, otherwise he’d be even more susceptible to the attacks, his reflexes matching them and being able to hold his own in the darkened store, the streetlights weak, reflecting on the empty jewelry display around them, not enough to show much of the person trying to rip his face in two. Speaking of which, Louis concentrated, paying attention to the silhouette in front of him, narrowing his eyes to identify what-

His mistake. Between a block from his hand and another, Louis felt a kick in his stomach, strong enough to push him back into one of the glass tables that held jewelry before, the sound of shattering glass hiding his groan of pain. Fuck, that’d hurt. He blinked, a grimace from pain in his face as he tried to get himself up and look at what he was sure looked like-

A slick noise and then he was on the floor, pieces of glass dragging beneath him as he was pulled by his feet towards his attacker, who was suddenly looking down at him from above, faces inches apart, a smirk in place and black mask covering half of his face.

“Catwoman.”

Satisfied, he smiled bigger, maliciously, leaning down to lick Louis’ cheek. Louis turned his head in disgust, enough to recognize it was a long whip Catwoman secured in her hand and had used to lock his feet and drag him forward.

“Meow.” She whispered in his ear that was just in front of Catwoman’s face as he turned it more to the side. Louis used the distraction her smugness must be to punch her to the side, taking her out of top. She scuffled sideways, gracefully going back to her feet while Louis took the whip from out of his feet.

Then he took a moment to realize what was in front of him.

“You’re a man.”

“My, my, Nightwing, shouldn’t an agent of law and good know better than to designate gender to his comrades?” Catwoman teased, his (her?) voice deep, a small pout forming in his lips.

“You’re not a comrade.” Louis answered irritated, fucking pissed the fucker was teasing him after everything he’d put him through the last months.

Also, he’d licked him. Who even does that.

“No, I’m not.” Catwoman moved his hips slowly, as if he was preparing himself for an attack, as if he was having fun. “I am, however, a man.”

Louis hummed, twirling his sticks in his hands, watching every move the man made in front of him, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Should I be calling you Catman, then? Instead of Catwoman?”

He scoffed, as if the notion was ridiculous. “Of course not. Catwoman is a title that was so gracefully bestowed upon me, why would I change it? Besides,” he stopped his moving, standing still - too still - in the middle of the floor. “I like how you say it.”

#Anonymous #sincerely ste #constant star

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almaasi · 8 years ago

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x12 “Stuck In The Middle (With You)”

well THIS is some delightfully interesting bullshit right here

06:43

frankly i am not ready and i don’t think i will ever be ready

i saw some shit on instagram and i went from being “scared but interested” to HYPED and now i’m scared again

i just want cas to come out of this okay

like that’s what i’m here for, just cas being alive and loved (by dean. but also sam and mary)

06:48

*DEEP BREATHS*

06:50

mr ketch is definitely cute, in a murderous stephen fry kind of way

06:52

cas: “cheese isn’t a carbohydrate”

i guess cas read up on the ketchup vs vegetables debate

give me a nutritionist!cas au stat

06:54

cas: “sunrise special please”

CAS IS SUNSHINE

also flustered under mandy’s attention BECAUSE HE ALREADY HAS A BOYFRIEND

RIGHT

RIGHT???

06:55

guess sam’s magic wifi hair doesn’t work any more

06:56

what i have learned here is that dean is turned on by the smell of food

give me cas bathing himself in strawberry syrup before bed

06:57

obviously there’s something else going on but right now it kind of looks like mary’s uncomfortable with either a) using mandy as part of a plan, or b) dean instructing his boyfriend to go flirt with someone else

edit: probably more like uncomfortable that they’re trying to make cas flirt and not focusing on the issue at hand

06:59

CAS SNIFFING PEOPLE

OH GOD CAS YOU’RE SO INAPPROPRIATE AND SO UNAWARE OF IT

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

sidenote, cas was the only one who didn’t get screentime when mary asked if everyone understood the plan

07:01

DEAN: “MY SHY BUT DEVASTATINGLY HANDSOME FRIEND”

OKAY THAT’S CANON

GUYS THAT JUST HAPPENED DEAN JUST DESCRIBED CAS AS DEVASTATINGLY HANDSOME

CONTEXT DOESN’T MATTER BECAUSE THOSE WORDS CAME OUT OF DEAN’S MOUTH

07:03

dean: “when do you get off?”

mandy: “whenever i can”

woooowwwww go mandy

also i’m so concerned for cas right now DID HE CONSENT TO BEING USED AS A HONEY TRAP I DON’T THINK SO

HE HASN’T SAID A WORD ON THIS

edit: mandy wasn’t even part of the plan ?? i’m ????

07:05

DID I JUST SEE A BLACK GUY DIE FIRST

///SQUINTS REALLY HARD

07:06

and then a white guy BUT THEN THE (asian? native american?) LADY

AAAND WE’RE BACK TO ZERO REPRESENTATION

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ARE THEY ACTUALLY KIDDING LIKE

DO THEY EVEN SEE THE ISSUE

DOES ANYONE MAKING THIS SHOW EVEN REALISE WHAT THEY’RE DOING

fuck

y’know i’m just gonna have to let this go right now because i can’t even comprehend how ferociously problematic this show is

i just wanna enjoy it for my fave characters and i can’t do that unless i bundle the problems into a box and forget about them for now

07:09

still thinking about it though

this is trump’s america, where problematic bad things happen so often and with zero time to process that you just get to the point where it’s like “oh great another social apocalypse, must be thursday”

07:12

“the wounded angel” // “earlier”

i feel like i’ve watched a movie like this (certainly a lot of tv show episodes clearly all based on the same source material)

pulp fiction or something idk

something bizarre and character-action-driven that doesn’t make a lot of sense until the end

07:14

AW MAN THAT SLOW MOTION WALKING SHOT IS GONNA MAKE A REALLY GOOD GIF

THANK YOU GABRIEL RICHARD SPEIGHT JR

07:20

IS THAT YELLOW EYES

WHAT

WHAT WHAT WHAT

07:21

nOOOOOO CAS

NOBODY HARPOONS MY BABY AND LIVES

except dean, who stabbed him first, married him later

07:21

YYYEEEEEEE MARY SAVING CAS WITH THE CAR

07:23

and while mary and sam are talking about yellow-eyes, dean is smothering cas in kisses and magic healing tears, yes? yes

07:26

WOW WAS THAT FLIRTY LOOK DEAN GAVE DIRECTED AT CAS

I THINK SO

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE THO

07:26

i watched that bit again I THINK DEAN WAS SIGNALLING TO CAS THAT MANDY’S RESPONSE WAS A POSITIVE THING

aaaah the people who subtly and automatically support autistic friends are the best

also why is dean so determined to get cas to like other people?? CAN’T YOU JUST ACCEPT THAT CAS IS ALL YOURS AND WILL FOREVER BE YOURS