#praying for bobby PLS

[c1eepypas1a]

Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?

A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name (plus: this is fictional, I know it's fucked up but honestly I've been through shit like this, and if you don't like it, don't read it, there are multiple fics like this, I'm just doing what people want okay?)

Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)

Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)

"Please, don't...daddy."

*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*

*readers pov*

Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed

*flashback*

I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,

Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,

That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.

*end of flashback*

I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,

My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,

I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."

He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,

He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,

I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,

After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,

After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",

"please don't...daddy."

That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,

"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.

*the end*

(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: twin peaks 2x01-2x09

andy is yelling coopers name on the phone and for a split second, i forgot he was a cop and said “call the police” 😭

“room service!” my brother in christ, he is actively dying

what the fuck is this guys deal

the thumbs up and the wink are sending me so bad

is he just gonna keep coming back and doing the same thing or…?

oh a new giant, that’s fun

this show is so fucking bizarre. i love it.

“you will require medical attention.” no shit

audrey is so fucked

“i like you.” ew. i know he had no idea it’s audrey but still. ew.

did no one hear the gunshot???

finally. i was half convinced cooper was gonna die on that damn floor.

what the hell, how are catherine and josie missing when shelly was the one with catherine?

i’m so glad pete is okay

“give me a couple hours to get dressed” pls

someone needs to give poor lucy a hug

leland is handling his first murder well

no one in the palmer family is stable

hopefully that floorboard knocked some sense into andy

albert’s my favorite asshole <3

though i’d prefer leo dead, i’m glad he gets to pay for what he’s done to all those girls

“where do they keep his water dish?” the smile dropped off andy’s face so fast 😭😭

aw shit, leo isn’t the serial killer.

“good work, andy.” “ yeah. woof.” pls

“laura and james were in love.” no, i don’t think that’s true.

donna is trying way too hard

i’m sorry but i’m rooting for bobby and shelly

that forehead kiss was so cute

i take it back, nadine deserves so much better than ed

is albert fake crying? 😭

great, bobbys dad is back

that was an…interesting exchange

i’m so glad i was right about leo not acting alone. i wonder if ben was the 3rd guy.

poor pete ☹️

i can’t believe josie tried to allude to catherine killing her son knowing damn well she did it

i don’t believe catherine is dead

i don’t think any of what’s been happening is good for leland’s heart

is audrey…praying to cooper? 😭

what the fuck. what the actual fuck.

2x02

senior drool cup skfjgjfks

that was creepy

fuck, what if mr. smith is the gray haired dude???

i feel so bad for ronette

log lady is the best character in this show

andy saying he can’t have kids was not on my bingo card

won’t be surprise if we find out laura was blackmailing ben about one eyed jack’s

i’m with bobby, fuck leo and collect his checks

what the fuuuuuck

omg, is maddy into james?

i wanna know why lelands grandfathers neighbor is torturing the people in twin peaks. specifically the palmer family

yup, audrey’s screwed

2x03

another letter…fuck.

albert’s not gonna take the giant thing seriously and i don’t blame him

“you were visited by a giant?” “any relation to the dwarf?” called it 😭😭

leland isn’t on the board of people who’ve interacted with that guy (alien?) so i’m gonna guess he never actually talked to harry

“so what did this giant sound like, huh? i mean, did he have a big booming voice or what?” “no, no. he spoke softly. distinctly.” “and you gave him the beans you were supposed to use to buy a cow?” giggling

when are albert and harry gonna enter the lovers part of their enemies to lovers arc?

“i love you, agent truman.” i guess i got my answer 😭

“wanna play with fire, little boy?” yeah, he’s def the guy

i don’t trust this dick dude

aw fuck, cooper figured out the insurance fraud

oh shit, nadine

nooo leland

those fuckass owls

“you’re dead, laura but your problems keep hanging around! it’s almost like they didn’t bury you deep enough!” that’s an insane line

donna’s just learned that how you get ‘em is how you lose ‘em. what, did she think she was the exception?

damn it, i was rooting for leland to get away with it!!!

WHY DOES HAROLD HAVE LAURA’S DIARY???

this ep would be perfect if not for all the teenage bullshit. i don’t really care about james and donna. maddy needs to flee that town immediately, she’s too good for it.

2x04

someone please hug leland

this type of shit would only happen to andy 😭

josie should be ashamed of herself. pete doesn’t deserve her manipulation.

poor audrey :(

OH SHIT

was not expecting that man to be an fbi agent

what the hell, why is that dude watching harry and josie 😭

dick certainly is living up to his name

“DICK!” i’ll say.

naming this episode laura’s secret diary and only showing it once was a hilariously poor choice

damn i kinda…don’t care if hank lives or dies

this episode was whatever.

2x05

i hope albert and bobby are in this ep

can someone please hug lucy?

bobby!!!

this guy is an idiot

i knew twin peaks was small, i just didn’t think it was ‘courtroom in the middle of a bar’ small 😭

donna was fucked up for that one

can’t believe all this shit has happened in 12 days

nadine is fucking superhuman now? 😭

ben’s gonna hate it when cooper comes back alive

“i’m a whole damn town!” PLEASE

FUCK, i knew lucy was lying about her trip. i really hope she’s having the abortion cause she wants it and not cause she thinks she’s alone

cooper dodging that knife without even looking was very sexy of him

hawk, my man!!! saving the day was also very sexy of him

this is the ep that should’ve been titled laura’s secret diary

fuck.

hello???

last ten mins saved this ep

2x06

fuck james!! donna should be apologizing to maddy for getting her into that mess.

“daddy?” he sure is

i’m sorry, i really don’t care about james and donna. they’re so boring.

cooper doesn’t know that ben owns one eyed, jacks, right?

well. there goes all of shelly and bobbys dreams

mr. lynch!!!

NO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALBERT WON’T BE COMING BACK?!?!?

“i was worried sick.” liar.

i’m gonna miss maddy but i’m glad she’s getting out of that town

josie kinda went off in that scene with ben

“good thing we didn’t light the candles.” 😭😭

i have a feeling there’s more to leo than meets the eye

“cooper, you remind me today of a small, mexican chihuahua.” hawks slow look over is sending me so bad

josie sucks and harry deserves so much better than her

i love leland 😭

THAT ENDING OMG. this ep was so good and i can’t wait for the next one.

2x07

this episode better live up to the hype

why do i have a feeling we’re gonna find out harold is either gone, dead or that he destroyed the diary…

oh my gosh

leland and sarah took the news of maddy leaving a lot better than i thought they would

“it’s like you’re blaming me for something.” i think it’s the other way around

“he’s alive!” he was never dead 😭

the face of a man realizing he’s in deep shit

“did you kill her?” “i loved her.” SHE WAS A TEENAGER YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT

no wonder laura was so fucked up

this norma, ed, and nadine scene is so awkward 😭

omg what if leo recorded what went down that night with ronette and laura?

laura refers to bob as a friend of her fathers and the one armed man said bob uses a host. hear me out, what if ben is that host? and that’s what laura meant by “someday i’m gonna tell the world about ben horne. i’m gonna tell them who ben horne really is.” she could also just be talking about him being a disgusting pedophile.

this is me trying to figure the ben and bob stuff out. if you even care.

i’m so glad audrey told cooper about her father. i just wish he would’ve hugged the poor girl.

ben could also just be a red herring. at least when it comes to bob.

about 30 minutes in and this ep is certainly living up to the hype

what the hell is going on in the palmer residence

i am so uncomfortable

I FUCKING KNEW CATHERINE WAS ALIVE AND I FUCKING KNEW THAT GUY WAS REALLY A WOMAN!!! i just didn’t expect it to be her 😭

no seriously, what the hell is going on at the palmer residence

this episode has me on the very edge of my seat

WHAT THE FUCK MAN. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

SPEECHLESS. I AM SPEECHLESS.

2x08

alright, it’s the next day and i’m still fucked up from the last episode and not at all ready for this one 😵‍💫

what the fuck did he do with maddy

oh my God, he is aware of what he’s done

this is so fucked up

“God, how you must hate us white people after all we’ve done to you.” “some of my best friends are white people.” i’m screaming

i really need leland to be exposed

evil asshole

i’m so conflicted about ben. on one hand, i’m glad he’s being interrogated about laura but i really want them to figure out he’s not the killer. but that means he walks free 😵‍💫

i don’t like norma’s mom at all

at least the deputy isn’t dead?

norma needs to leave hank already

i’m sorry, was pete in love with josie? is that what he’s saying?

please tell me andy isn’t dumb enough to believe lucy already gave birth 😭

i love that ben is on the brink of losing everything

please for the love of God, search the car

gwen is so dumb 😭

“clearly this mans stairs do not reach the attic.” i’m crying

no fucking way hank knows ernie

i hope they found maddy

2x09

MY FAVEEES

hate the circumstances but i’m SO happy albert is back!!! my favorite asshole 🫶🏼

omg that’s why he took the fur from bens office!!!i really didn’t think twice about anything leland did leading up to the reveal and thought he was just being his regular crazy self but no he was literally planning maddy’s murder 😭

i wonder if leland starting planning maddys murder right when she got into town or if something in particular triggered him

i think this is the most serious albert has ever been and that’s saying something

oh brother

ugh, normas mom is a real bitch

WHAT THE FUUUUUCK

my heart is breaking for laura

damn, leland is setting ben up real good

where the fuck is bens wife?

damn, it donna!! it’s not her fault but still. damn.

i don’t really care for donna but i don’t want her to die

i can’t watch but i can’t look away, either

thank God for harry

“doesn’t matter, don’t you see? nothing we do matters, nothing’s gonna change.” i hate that he’s right.

FUCK james, all my homies HATE james.

i have so many questions

OH MY GOD HE’S FIGURING IT OUT

wait, leland doesn’t know what he’s done???

fucking hell.

my honest to God reaction to last half of this episode. how am i ever supposed to move on from this storyline? i almost don’t want to press play on the next episode because i’m failing to see how they can ever top this arc.

[amclayton]

ok here we go, crazy ass theory about anobbie cuz i might or might not be a little high rn lol.

so they go this party as a group and some of bobbie's friends are there(not sure) and something happens with anaïs' friends (im guessing the issue is gonna be related to mila or otis tbh). they either get high cause of bobbie's friends or even bobbie herself offers them something (but i dont think bobbie is gonna be giving them anything tho cuz ojitos gonna be busy giving her gf kisses all night) and everything gets super messy and there is a conflict in the party (im praying is not related to a SA but knowing how this show works i wouldn't be surprised). so after this bobbie sees how they are trying to separate anaïs from her but anaïs doesnt wanna choose because bobbie has became her safe place(está hasta las trancas también te digo) + she doesnt get why she gotta pick sides cuz she thinks bobbie ain't responsible for what happened (pls god let me be right about this one) cause in fact, bobbie aint resposible it was just a misunderstanding!!! (delusional is my second name, just if you're wondering) they get separated (sort of) and there are problems between bobbie's mum and anaïs' dad as well (probably anaïs' dad is gonna find about her makeup and more stuff, god have mercy as miss chloe bailey said) and bobbie goes uuhhhshss crazy loca and starts her monologue "im not good for you anaïs, this cannot be, im gonna keep hurting you and i gotta spend more money in w33d now(JOKING OK)" OR the other option is bobbie goes crazy loca again but instead she brings up her abandonment issues and tells her sumn like "choose anaïs, is not that hard. they want to see us separate, i dont think im asking for that much" BOOMMMMM anaïs is depressed asf, crying 24/7 and that's what i got till now. thank you thank you

i'll probably delete this shit later, wanted to post this on twitter but i can write everything here lol

[senka-mesecine]

Plssss pls pls imagine the letter thing but you are maybe Barnes relative (like a daughter or much younger sister or niece) and Chris sees a picture of you, maybe steals a letter you wrote to Barnes, and falls head over heels puppy love for you

Poor Lovefool.

Chris Taylor x (Indirect) Reader.

-

-"Imagine making mean son of a bitch Barnes of all people your in-law."-

Rhah shakes his head, voice gruff as the smoky white fume danced around his flaring nostrils, the reefer thick and hot in his mouth, chin waggling in disbelief, watching Chris on his bunk from where he was seated on a nearby packing crate, eying him speculatively mulling over a letter not intended for the boy. Not intended for him at all. In fact, kid couldn't have found a worse person to steal from in the whole wide world.

-"By choice!"-

He adds, finally, to drill the point home in case it wasn't understood, looking up at King, arms crossed over his torso only steps away, leaning on a nearby wooden pillar holding the ceiling of the entire foxhole up. Man bursts out cackling, barely containing himself, his whole body bending with him as he laughed. -"Motherfuck! By choice!"- King slaps his knee, like he's just heard the most hilarious joke ever told. Like the realization just hit him. What if Chris really pursued this thing once he rotated back into the world and invertedly tied himself to the literal devil by contract of law. Thing is, Taylor had enough balls to be sneaking away with the Staff Sergeant's correspondence every now and again and while the boys in The Underground hoped he would've outgrown what they collectively decided is mere curiosity, horniness for anything female after long weeks out in the bush, but Taylor wasn't relenting. Taylor was really interested in Barnes' blood relative back in the world. Went from being funny to downright comedic. And from comedic to dangerous. More so when Chris wasn't even listening. He really was in that deep.

-"This whole thing ends and rich boy's havin' a fancy cookout back home to celebrate rotatin' back into the world and Barnes' there showing up to have himself a plate on grandma's front porch with a shotgun in his truck. Hoo, to be a fly on that wall, man!"-

King muses practically doing a twirl, a little way too excited for good measure, immersed into his own entertained reverie, throwing his head back with a smile like somewhere deep down, the image was way too colorful to resist. He could already visualize a newspaper headline. Plenty dead. Even more wounded. Rhah shivers and shrugs in his own skin. He did not, in fact, want to be a fly on that figurative wall. He saw firsthand what Barnes tended to be like when he was angry and the sight sure wasn't pretty. Yet something about Taylor's unweaning interest in spite of the risks never ceased to strike them as hilarious yet vaguely horrifying. One would think that after the war, they'd want to be rid of guys like Barnes for good, pray to God they never meet anyone like him ever again, 'cept maybe in their worst fucking nightmares, not get even closer to them. Nobody sane would ever want that. Rhah leans his elbows on his knees, exasperated and sighing deeply, crushing the ash of his reefer in a nearby tray once Chris says nothing to their warnings disguised as humor, not a single reaction out of him, good or bad, his distant, focused face illuminated by a nearby petrol lamp and still glued to that one fucking piece of paper fished out of one envelope that should be anywhere but down here. That letter being down here just about painted a target on their collective asses. Taylor was either a white knight for risking it or a complete and utter idiot. Bobby Darin would write songs about shit like this.

-"But this lover boy ain't hearin' shit or reason. He's head over heels!"-

Rhah comments, deadly serious, balancing the cigarette between his fingers.

Never taking his eyes off of Chris never taking eyes off of you.

Or rather, your penned words. The thing that started this all.

-"Hit by the deadliest high there is. Ain't no known cure for it."-

He's known people to quit weed, quit the needle, quit the powder, go cold turkey, quit stealing, quit slumming, but he's never known people get off of love before. No talking sense into someone like that, in fact, the more you tried, the worse it tended to get. That's when the prospect only had the habit to get more attractive, like forbidden fruit just out of reach. It's only then that he gets Chris's attention; setting down the piece of paper and pressing it to his chest like a holy relic, his head sinking into his bunk's pillow, Rhah can swear he spots stars in Taylor's eyes, like the distant wedding bells were already ringing out in his head. It's like the boy either didn't realize or didn't care to realize that if Barnes or any of his lapdogs ever found out, there would be blood. Which was precisely why Rhah could conclude this was a genuine matter of the heart and not mere blue balls. Kid was enamored.

-"Yeah, I think I am."-

Is all Chris murmurs quietly, tucking the paper into the inside pocket of his jacket.

Shit.

Must've been a hell of a letter.

[supergaybuddie]

it’s wild that people are already starting on the “don’t complain about the crumbs they give us they’ll never do it again”. and i’m like. yes, don’t give me crumbs if it’s gonna be crumbs i’d rather starve. give me a meal pls (eddie praying over bobby, karaoke, chris and eddie, madney, henren and their natural chemistry) (or at least give us crumbs that are exciting…).

[ao3feeddestiel]

Dean Winchester Is Saved

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0uQKYwd by decafbongwater THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! I finished my 2nd spn rewatch and cannot get these idiots out of my head so...now I read and apparently write about them this is probably gonna be a slow burn fix-it of sorts, mostly cannon but with some liberties taken. dean&cas are the main storyline though explicit rating bc they will do the do eventually (pray 4 me I've never written smut) anyway, buckle up! we're starting a little before season 4! also pls forgive me for formatting issues or italics not pasting right, im still figuring out how to upload , oope Words: 1970, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Post-Canon, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Demon Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Sex, Eventual Relationships, Pining, Mutual Pining, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Angel/Human Relationships, Castiel's Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, My First AO3 Post read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0uQKYwd

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Dean Winchester Is Saved

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lHsFnRP by decafbongwater THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! I finished my 2nd spn rewatch and cannot get these idiots out of my head so...now I read and apparently write about them this is probably gonna be a slow burn fix-it of sorts, mostly cannon but with some liberties taken. dean&cas are the main storyline though explicit rating bc they will do the do eventually (pray 4 me I've never written smut) anyway, buckle up! we're starting a little before season 4! also pls forgive me for formatting issues or italics not pasting right, im still figuring out how to upload , oope Words: 1970, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Post-Canon, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Demon Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Sex, Eventual Relationships, Pining, Mutual Pining, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Angel/Human Relationships, Castiel's Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, My First AO3 Post read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lHsFnRP

[a-blue-eyed-hoe]

Hey Mammy, can you tell me a fairy?🥺 Pls

You better pray to whatever you believe in that Randy and bobby don’t find any post where you guys call me mommy.

[mrsbsmooth]

I’m literally begging and praying for your theory to be right bc that would be awesome. (And if it’s not pls think about making a fic out of it bc that’s an amazing idea!!!)

I definitely don’t think Suresh is just gonna give up like it’s implied. The whole thing is literally called ex in the villa!!

Oh pls pls pls fusebox gods, let this theory be right bc that would make this the (second..) best season ever! (Bc season 2 Bobby has my heart forever lmao)

OMG GUYS IM ALREADY THINKING ABOUT IT

I literally love you all so much hyping me up like this skskskks

Also kinda wanna write it before the release of the new scripts to see if it’s better or worse than what Fusebox actually does hehehe

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[thediazes]

buddie + relieved kisses pls 😌

ao3 link

Ninety seconds.

Each one feels like an eternity as Buck stands there, held back by Bobby and Hen -waiting, watching. Holding his breath and praying to every god he’s never believed in that Eddie is going to emerge from the haze of smoke, rise from the ashes; that his voice will come to them over the radio and jolt everything back into motion where it feels like time has stopped. Allow Buck’s heart to beat again. Pour life back into his veins.

Ninety seconds ago, Buck had stumbled out of the burning house, thinking that Eddie was right behind him. Had called to him over his shoulder and gotten a response in return, and left without looking back.

He hadn’t heard the groaning of the roof overhead. Didn’t register the collapse until he was over the threshold and Eddie’s footsteps didn’t follow.

Ninety seconds ago, everything had been fine.

Buck doesn’t think he’s breathed since. 

He strains against Bobby and Hen’s grip but they don’t let go, and at this point he’s not entirely sure if they’re keeping him in place or holding him upright; if they’re merely standing as the buffer between his knees and the pavement as he hears another window give way under the heat and shatter to pieces. 

He fears he might be close to doing the same.

But then there’s a murmur of voices around him -movement coming from the house- and then Eddie is collapsing onto the dry yellow grass. He’s pale and coughing and covered in soot but alive, and Buck finally feels that rush of cool air enter his lungs. 

He vaguely registers Bobby and Hen letting him go and then he’s rushing forward, dropping to his knees on the lawn in front of Eddie and pulling him into a tight embrace. Eddie clutches back like Buck is the lifeline keeping him stable; grounded, and Buck hopes Eddie knows he’s returning the favour. 

“I’m okay,” Eddie whispers, breathless. “I’m alright.”

Buck just holds him tighter. Doesn’t let go.

Ninety seconds was long enough.

---

The house Buck stands in front of now is much more inviting than the one he’d stood in front of a few hours ago. Its glow comes from nothing but the lamps in the living room, its warmth supplied by nothing but the people who live inside it. 

He stays rooted in his spot on the driveway, looking up at it and trying to replace all images of that burning house with the one standing tall in front of him, with Eddie safe and sound on the other side of the door. He shivers slightly. The chill is a welcome contrast to the searing heat and sweat he’d felt this afternoon.

He’s broken from his thoughts when the front door swings open, flooding light out onto the porch. 

“Buck?” Eddie calls. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” 

Despite the chill, Buck feels something warm settle in his chest as he thinks of the implication of the words. They’re not tainted with surprise at the fact that Buck has shown up at his home. Not why are you here?, but why aren’t you inside where you belong?

“Just thinking,” he replies quietly, as if that sums it all up.

“Well, why don’t you think inside, where you won’t freeze to death?” 

Buck smiles slightly and obliges, taking one last look at the house before walking into the heart of it.

Eddie studies him in the newfound light when he steps through the door. His eyes travel Buck’s face like he’s looking for a place to enter his brain and read his thoughts, untangle the mess that Buck is sure they’re making of his features. It’s silly, Buck thinks, because all Eddie really has to do is ask.

“Are you okay?” 

Maybe he knows him better than he thought.

“I am, I just-” It’s Buck’s turn to look Eddie over, taking note of every piece of him that he thought he’d lost today. Every piece of himself he thought he’d lost with them. “I needed to see you.”

Eddie nods. Swallows, then repeats his words from earlier. “I’m okay, Buck.”

“I know, I just- for a minute there, I didn’t know, and I-”

Eddie steps into his space; takes Buck’s hands into his own. Buck relishes in the warmth of the touch after a period of thinking that he’d never feel it again. 

“I get it,” Eddie says. “I do. But I’m standing right here. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Buck looks down at their joined hands, squeezes them a little tighter, and whispers, “You can’t die. You can’t, I have so much- so much to say, and do, and I can’t lose you before I get the chance.”

“And you’ll have lots of time for all of that,” Eddie says. Then, with a small smile, “But you can start now, if you’d like.”

Buck looks up to meet his eye, and is met with that familiar, kind gaze. And he knows, right then and there, that they’re both safe here. That nothing bad can happen to either of them as long as they’re standing together, guarding each other from harm’s way. That he can take a leap of faith and Eddie will be there to catch him, like he always is. 

That, along with the adrenaline from earlier, still coursing through his veins, is what gives him the bravery to say, “I need you.” He swallows, then adds, “I love you.”

And Eddie’s smile doesn’t wobble, or drop. It just widens, and he nods. Lets go of one of Buck’s hands in favour of bringing his own up to cup his cheek, and says softly, “We’ll be okay,” before pulling him in for a kiss.

Buck relaxes, relief coursing through him in waves as Eddie’s lips move against his; his warmth, their breaths mixing together, all proof of Eddie’s survival. Of his existence. He feels his heart rate pick up as Eddie’s does the same, and knows in that moment, that Eddie is right.

They’ll be okay.

Ninety seconds feels miniscule, now, compared to a lifetime by his side.

[angstyjellybean]

✨We’re back✨9-1-1 “Let The Games Begin” Season 6 Premier

Forgot to put this when I posted it but

✨spoilers✨

My thoughts while watching the episode

The warning though… Sexual situations 😳

Every time I hear that sing I think LLWS

MADDIE

I completely forgot there was a fire for a second and was like wow redecorated

That doesn’t even look like a bomb you dumbass

I love Athena’s new hairstyle

Oh god this poor girl

I’m praying she doesn’t have brain damage

Quiet the dismount Eddie

Sorry obligatory Buck looks so pretty 

Seven year olds are vicious

I was wondering why they weren’t on their honeymoon

Co parents

Where did Bucks couch go?

Nevermind they just answered

Third times the charm 🫣🫣 hint hint?

Wood chippers got me paranoid now

No no no no no no no no

Kid no kid no kid no

WHAT THE FUCK

Buck stop it you’re embarrassing us

Eddie and Bobby’s faces at bucks stupidness

How old does May think she looks?

I love this family

Not one of these things again good god

Those two know eachother don’t they?

Why do I feel like this man cheated somehow?

This dealership man is a dick

Buck being a tease with the saw lmao

Not subtle mads

GIVE US OUR MADNEY BACK PLS

CHIMNEY NO

YESYESYESYESYES

NOT CLIPBOARD BUCK

Captain Hen Wilson

Evan Buckley!! Put that stuff back

Is there a reason Eddie and Chris are over playing a game?

Athena’s parents!

Jesus H Christ

[tis-archer]

Dangerous Territory

TW: death, blood etc read at your own risk pls

“Drop yours first, Officer,” came the calm voice and Athena’s left eyebrow rose slightly. He clearly wasn’t afraid to die, so she took a shot at him and it ricocheted off of what she assumed was a bulletproof vest. Her eyes widened when they raised their guns and the first man shot one of her officers in the leg. Officer Davis dropped to the ground, screaming and holding onto his now bleeding leg.

“Alright, alright,” said Athena as she placed her gun on the ground and put her hands up, “No one else has to get hurt, okay?”

“That depends entirely on the lot of you, Now, get on the ground,” the man told her and she took a breath, still rooted to her spot.

“Look--”

“Get on the fucking ground!” He shouted and everyone immediately dropped to the floor. Athena followed suit with her hands still up until she was forced harshly down by one of the men. He put his knee in her back and she let out a strangled breath as he crushed her.

“Don’t make me shoot anyone else, Officer. I seriously wanted to do this without any bloodshed but if you push me, I will,” his tone was filled with nothing but venom and tears immediately sprang to Athena’s eyes. She was terrified and the previous man still hadn’t gotten off of her.

A few minutes later, the man got up and she breathed out, her lungs filling with air. She looked over at the terrified faces of her co-workers. She felt sick for bringing them into the bank but the dispatch had assured them that the situation could easily be handled. She didn’t blame the dispatch because no one knew what kind of men were in the bank. Athena just prayed no one else got shot.

Meanwhile, LAFD arrived on the scene after hearing Maddie ask for assistance from Dispatch, saying that none of the officers had checked in. When Station 118 got there, there were dozens of police cars and a SWAT truck on the scene. Bobby immediately walked over to the Director of the FBI with his team behind him.

“Director,” said Bobby as he and his team approached the man and Bobby shook his hand, “Captain Bobby Nash with the 118, how can we help?”

When he heard the man’s last name, Director Simmons looked over at the man with a worried expression on his face. It was clear that Bobby hadn’t been informed that his wife was inside with dangerous gunmen and he really hated to be the bearer of bad news, he didn’t want the fire Captain to go into the building guns-a-blazing.

“Captain,” Simmons started, “You have to promise me that you’ll do your job to the best of your ability despite the circumstances. Because if I can’t trust you to do that, I will make you and your team leave, understood?”

Bobby wanted to argue, to tell the man that he was a professional and he always did his job no matter what. He was a first responder, but instead he nodded, giving the man his word.

“There are about eight officers in there right now, the gunmen don’t seem to be letting them go anytime soon,” he paused, turning his body to fully face Bobby, “Sergeant Grant is among the officers being held hostage.”

Bobby jerked forward a little like he had been pushed from behind, his eyes widened as the breath completely left his lungs. He reached out to grab someone and ended up grabbing Buck’s shoulder to steady himself. His hands started shaking and his lip trembled as he tried his hardest not to cry.

“Wh-what do we do? What do we do?” He asked as he looked at his team. He felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest cavity. His better half, the second half of his soul, the light in his once darkened world was being held at gunpoint and no one was doing anything.

“Captain Nash, right now there is nothing we can do, okay? We have to let this play out. I understand that there is someone in there that you care for but--”

Bobby cut him off with a sharp gasp, “She’s not just someone I care for, Director. Athena is my everything, she is my wife, the love of my life. I don’t--what are we supposed to do? Because we can’t just sit here, we can’t just wait.”

“With all due respect, I have been through this a hundred times. We can’t go in there shooting them, one of the officers could be shot. We don’t know how dangerous they are yet and until we get a better understanding of what we’re dealing with, you need to stand down.”

Bobby breathed out, “But--”

“Stand. Down,” Simmons emphasized and walked away from Bobby to speak to the SWAT director.

In the bank, Athena and her officers had each been handcuffed side by side to the nearby poles that separated the lines. The metal was digging into Athena’s wrists, forcing tears to drip from her eyes as she looked towards the doors. Her thoughts went to her children, her beautiful children that still needed their mother, then she thought of Bobby, her wonderful husband who would for sure fall off the wagon without her. She wanted to believe that he was stronger than she gave him credit for and he was, but he continuously told her that he wouldn’t be alive without her, that he wouldn’t be able to go on if he lost her. She didn’t know what to do, for the first time in her entire 30 year career, she didn’t know how to get out of this one.

“Listen!” one of her officers shouted, Officer Jefferson.

“Jefferson,” Athena hissed, “Shut up!”

“There are probably hundreds of officers out there, alright? They aren’t gonna let you get away with this!” his voice was shaky, he was scared.

“Jefferson, please, for the love of God, shut the hell up!” Athena’s voice cracked slightly as she shouted at the man she’d known for a few years.

“I’d listen to her, Jefferson,” said the leader.

Jefferson shook his head, “No! You can’t just keep us here! You won’t get away with this so just let us go--” he was silenced for good by a single shot to the back of his head. Blood splattered across Athena’s face as she flinched. Jefferson was sitting right next to her, causing her face to be covered in the thick red liquid. She faintly heard the screams of the others as Jefferson’s body slumped forward. She couldn’t scream, or move, she was stuck in her spot.

Outside, everyone heard the gunshot, causing Bobby to try to race into the bank but Hen, Eddie, Chimney and Buck forced him backwards as tears ran down his cheeks. He kept fighting them, screaming for them to let him go but they had a tight grip on him, not wanting to lose their Captain to stupidity. None of them would ever know how he felt in that moment and they never wanted to but they knew what Athena would want, so they held onto him.

“Bobby, you cannot go in there!” Hen shouted, “You know that!”

“He-Hen, Athena is in there… she’s… the gunshot… Athena is in there!”

Hen wrapped her arms around Bobby’s shoulders, “I know, Bobby. I know but going in there right now will get her killed so please, just stay right here with me. Athena isn’t going to die, she is smart and resilient. She’s gonna make it back to you and the kids, but she can’t do that if you get hurt.”

Bobby finally calmed down as he turned his head to look at his wife’s best friend. Hen knew Athena, knew the Athena she was before he met her, so he’d listen to her because Henrietta Wilson always had their best interests at heart. He wrapped his arms around his friend who squeezed him in response.

“I don’t want her to die, Hen,” he whispered and she kissed the top of his head.

“Me neither,” she whispered back.

“Now,” said the leader, “Anyone else wanna eat a bullet?” He asked and no one replied, “Great,” he turned to his team as they discussed escape routes and how they’d get away with all the money from the vault.

With their backs turned, Athena allowed herself to cry. She looked at Jefferson’s still body and she wanted to throw up. She had told him, begged him to stop talking but she hated herself for not being able to do more. For getting them stuck there in the first place.

Simmons and the director of the SWAT team finally came up with a plan to extract the officers from inside and end this whole thing. They discussed sending a team through the opening in the roof, sending a team in through the back, and having a team surround the front. They instructed the other police officers to follow a team to a location, calling for two helicopters in case they tried to escape. He told the two fire stations to be ready in case anyone inside was hurt.

“Director,” Bobby called, walking over to speak to the man in private, “I know seeing me break down probably wasn’t a very good first impression.”

Simmons snorted, “You’re going through a lot, Bobby. I get it.”

Bobby nodded slowly, “I want to go in with a team.”

Simmons raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

Bobby took a deep breath and released it through his nose, “I know I’m not trained for stuff like this, I get that. But, Athena is my wife, Director. She is the reason I’m still breathing and I need my face to be the one she sees first. I can do this, just let me. Let me save her.”

Simmons had serious reservations, it was against the rules, the law even. He didn’t know why Bobby would ask to do such a ridiculous thing but he thought back to his own wife and kids and he knew that at the end of everyday, Bobby was just a man, a husband, a father, a friend. He was more than just a Captain or a co-worker. He had heard a lot of Athena, how great of an officer she was, how talented and steadfast. He heard many stories of her over the years and knew she was one the world couldn’t lose.

“Alright,” said Simmons and Bobby’s eyes widened in surprise. Simmons pointed a finger at him, “But you stick very close to a SWAT member. Don’t you go off trying to be your own hero. You wanna get Sergeant Grant out of there alive, listen to everything they say.”

Bobby thanked him, tears gathering in his eyes. He went to walk away when Simmons grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Don’t you dare make me regret this, Nash.”

Bobby nodded and went to join a team.

Athena never regretted much in her life, except what happened to Emmitt Washington, but in that moment she regretted not telling her family how much she loved them, how much they meant to her. She regretted not telling Henrietta and Michael that she appreciated their friendship, telling Buck that she admired his strength, telling Eddie he was doing an amazing job raising Christopher, and telling Chimney and Maddie that she was proud of how much they’d grown together. She regretted not always jumping into her husband’s arms with her legs around his waist and kissing him like it was the last time. For all she knew last night was the last time. She closed her eyes and prayed.

Athena’s eyes snapped open when she heard a choking noise and she looked over to see Officer Garcia being choked by a different gunman. Officer Garcia was one of the youngest people there, she had a two year old daughter and a husband at home. Athena felt her heart drop into her stomach.

“No!” She shouted without thinking, “Stop it, don’t hurt her!”

The man stopped and everyone looked at her.

“She’s just a kid,” Athena said, her voice cracking so she cleared her throat, “You’ve already killed one of us, please just leave her alone.”

The man who had been choking Garcia rushed over to her and grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and yanked her head back so that her face was tilted up to his, causing Athena to whimper slightly at the pain.

“I’ve had about enough of you, bitch!” He shouted, “You say one more thing and you’ll regret it!”

Athena looked at his face and hated the burning of tears at the back of her eyes from him tugging so harshly at her hair, “You can do whatever you want to me,” she managed to get out, “Just leave the rest of them alone.”

“Oh, how noble. Just for that I’m gonna kill another one.”

He let her go and stood up as she shouted at him, trying to grab at his ankle but he turned and kicked her in the side of the head, causing her to fall over onto her side, the cuffs slicing deeper into her skin. She saw stars and then she heard the sound of a gunshot and a few screams. Tears flew down her face but she didn’t have the strength to get up and see who had just been murdered. She remained on the ground, silently praying that God would have mercy on her and they’d just kill her.

“This is the police! Let those officers go and come out with your hands up!”

“Fuck!” the leader exclaimed, “We need that extraction van, now!” The others raced around the bank while the officers felt hope swelling in their chests. Officer Garcia looked over at her Sergeant, who was still laying on the ground and she wasn’t moving.

“We won’t ask again!”

Next thing anyone knew, smoke bombs exploded in the room and all anyone saw was white smoke. They all coughed as SWAT members came up to them, snapping their cuffs off. Silencers went off and bodies dropped as the gunmen were being overpowered. Bobby fought his way through the smoke in search of his wife. He stumbled into Officer Rose who looked at him with wide eyes.

“You have to save, Athena! She’s over there!” The woman pointed to a figure laying on the ground. Bobby rushed over to her and saw the blood on her face.

“Oh my God, Athena! Athena, can you hear me?” He was slapping her cheeks but her eyes wouldn’t open. He prayed hard in his head to the highest being that his wife would be okay. He put one arm underneath her legs and the other across waist as he lifted her in his arms. Athena’s head lolled to the side as she groaned and her eyes slowly opened. Soon, she was staring into her husband’s terrified face.

“Bobby, you came for me,” she whispered before she went limp in his arms. Bobby ran out the exact way they came, making sure that the SWAT could handle the rest on their own. He ran around to the front, screaming that he needed help. He told them that he didn’t know where the blood was coming from as they placed her on a gurney. He hopped in the back of the ambulance, keeping his eyes on his wife while holding her hand. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was under water but she needed him to be strong, he knew that.

A few hours later, Athena groaned and Bobby’s head snapped up to look at her. She tried to move but felt strong hands push her gently onto the bed.

“Relax, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe now,” came Bobby’s voice and Athena’s eyes flew open. She looked over at her husband and burst into tears. Bobby quickly joined her on the bed and held her as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She was sobbing into his shirt, soaking the front with her tears.

“I thought I was gonna die,” she said and her voice cracked, breaking Bobby’s heart, “They killed him!” She cried, “They shot him right in front of me and I-I couldn’t…” she let out a shaky breath.

“Shhh,” Bobby said soothingly while rubbing her back, “You need to rest, Athena. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up and we can talk about anything you need to. For now, close your eyes and rest.”

A few seconds rolled by before she responded, “Will you still hold me?” Her small voice asked and he kissed her forehead for a few seconds before tears gathered in his eyes.

“I will hold you until my last breath, baby. I love you so much.”

She took a breath, breathing in his scent and letting it surround her, “I love you,” she whispered, “Thanks for coming to get me.”

Bobby placed his hand on her beating heart as tears rolled down his face. He looked up to the ceiling silently thanking whomever was listening that the love of his life was safe, “Always.”

[mimsyaf]

I'm writing a thing and thought I'd come tell you that I'm looking at a chapter where characters get ~intimate~ and literally the brainworm in my brain is "channel mimsy channel mimsy channel mimsy" because its been MONTHS but I am constantly thinking of Ma Nishtana and how you wrote the most beautifully subtle, powerful love scene I've ever READ without being in your face about it. As opposed to my smut-writing, which is just wall to wall filth. And that's not the vibe in this thing I'm writing so it's channel mimsy time

Anyway pray for me pls

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh TED!!!! (I’m going mad)

How can you say this to me????? Do you know how many times I’ve reread chapter 60 of When The Moon Hits Your Eye???????

Like, maybe 20 times at least. Which. Is a lot of times. So.

Thank you for the lovely LOVELY praise. I want to say a thing here: wall to wall filth (your words, not mine) can be deeply emotionally resonant or completely devoid of emotion. It can be revelatory for the characters or it could be “body parts! thrusting!” “fluids! glistening!” “orgasms! getting had!”

Your writing is revelatory and deeply emotionally resonant and that continues through the explicit chapters. And is one reason why they are so compelling! And hot!!

You write more explicitly than I’ve been able to manage hitherto although I’m dipping my toes into more explicit stuff now. Or, um, my fist... well not MY fist, but. 😳

But I don’t read chapter 60 of WTMHYE 20 times because it’s explicit. I read it 20 times because of the storytelling craft you’ve employed up to this point to keep me enthralled, to make me feel Daniel’s confusion, longing, and desire.

You spin desire out over multiple chapters, turning the granular sweetness of ordinary sugar (sexy times) into the candy floss of anticipation, magical and shiny and soooooo nostalgic (because I’m middle-aged, and you capture what it’s like to be young and enamored SO brilliantly). But unlike a sticky sweet confection, there’s also so much character development and emotional resonance in your fics... and environmental details — I can see that beach house!! And delightful character details about secondary characters — I feel like I know this version of Bobby so well!

I just wish you could have confidence in the value of what you write, the beauty of it, and not listen to whichever Calvinist predecessor is telling you that because your writing has explicit content, it is somehow less worthy!!!!

Tell Cotton Mather to go fuck himself, is what I’m saying. Also your Titanic fic is everything so far. Not sure if the chapter is for that, but just thought I should be clear.

[lilacyennefer]

Aftermaths

A/N: A short but sweet Benny story what I wrote this afternoon. I feel like my brain stopped working in english after a little bit so if there's any mistake I'm really sorry but pls keep in mind that I'm not a native english speaker. Tell me if you want a second part for this because if you guys are interested I might write it!

TW: mention of wounds, language

You see Benny violently fall to the floor after he got a particularly bad punch. You gasp and try to not cry at the sight, this one is a really bad match for Benny, you don’t know why, but he’s getting his ass kicked. You’re praying for the match to end really soon because you don’t know how many hits Ben can take. You don’t know how bad his injuries are, but you’re sure they’re pretty bad. You finally hear the sound of the bell, signaling the end of the match. Ben slowly gets up from the floor, you see how bad he’s struggling and your heart breaks at the view, you’re sure that he’s in a lot of pain right now. He lost the match, and you feel yourself getting even sadder than before, he fought so hard yet he lost. He leaves the ring, struggling with every move, Will quickly walks up to him to help him and you see Ben push him away and yell that he’s fine. You know he’s not fine, Will knows he’s not fine, and even Ben knows that he’s not fine, but your boyfriend is stubborn and proud so he’d never admit how bad he feels. You don’t go up to him, not yet, as you start walking towards the locker rooms. Your brain is on one thing: treating Benny’s injuries. It’s not the first time you did this, and definitely not the last one either. You walk into Ben’s locker room and immediately search for a first aid kit, they usually put one in the locker rooms just in case anyone needs them after the match. You curse when you can’t find one and try to think of a solution. You finally come up with one when you hear the door open and turn towards it, seeing Benny and Will step in. You quickly run to Ben, grabbing his face gently in your hands, checking his injuries.

“I’m fine.” He mutters and takes your hands away from him. You just nod as Benny walks towards his locker. 

“I’m gonna go and get some stuff what I need to take care of him.” You tell Will and he looks at you confused.

“Isn’t there a first aid kit somewhere here?” He asks you and you shake your head.

“I checked, but I couldn’t find one. But I have a plan.”

“A plan?” He asks carefully, knowing that you and Benny are really similar, and he knows that Ben is a lovable idiot. 

“Yeah. We’re in a school after all and schools have doctors. Doctors have the stuff what I need so I’m gonna go and look for them.” You tell simply. Will raises his eyebrows and just mutters an ‘okay’ so you go and search for the school doctor’s room. When you find it the door is closed, you curse. You stand there for a few seconds thinking what you should do, and finally you remember the bobby pins in your hair. You take one out and squat down as you try to open the door. You let out the breath you’ve been holding when you finally see the door open a little and you quickly step inside closing the door behind yourself. You don’t turn the light on so you take your phone out of your pocket and turn the flashlight on. You quickly grab everything what you’d need and leave, hurry downstairs to the gym and locker rooms. 

“I got everything what I needed.” You say as you step in, Benny is sitting on the bench wiping his blood off of him. Your heart breaks seeing him like this, you quickly step up to him and put everything down what you just stole from the school doctor, Will walks out saying he leaves the two of you alone. 

“Hey, baby.” You say softly to Benny who didn’t look up from the floor. “I need you to look at me so I can take care of you.” You see him clench his jaw, but he looks up at you anyway. 

“This is humiliating.” He says roughly and you can’t help but feel bad from his words. 

“Why?” You ask in a small voice. 

“I lost the match and got the shit beaten out of me in front of my girl.” He says embarrassed. 

“Oh Benny.” You whisper and grab his face gently. “It’s not humiliating. We all lose matches sometimes. I promise you that the way I look at you didn’t change at all. I still love you just as much as I loved you this morning when we woke up.” You tell him lovingly and place a soft kiss on his forehead, careful to not touch the wound on it. Benny grabs your hips and pulls you closer to himself, hugging you gently.

“Let me take care of you, love.” You tell him when he lets you go, he just nods and you start wiping the blood away from his skin what he started earlier. You move the damp cloth carefully on his skin, when you’re done with that you start cleaning his wounds. 

“How bad is it, Benny? Do you think you broke ribs or anything? Do we need to go to a hospital?” You ask him worried after a little bit.

“Nothing‘s broken.” He mutters and you nod. You keep cleaning his wound and putting band-aids where he needs them. 

“Do I still look handsome?” He asks and you let out a chuckle and shake your head in disbelief. No matter how bad the situation is, your Benny can always joke about something.

“You’re as handsome as ever.” You tell him and cup his chin in your hand and kiss him again softly. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He whispers. 

“I’ll always take care of you, Ben. No matter what.” You whisper back to him.

“Where did you get all these stuff?” He asks you. You shrug and answer casually “I stole them from the school doctor.” He laughs at your answer but regrets it immediately as the pain hits him. He reaches for his ribs and lets out an ‘ow’ and you look at him worried, desperately trying to help him somehow. 

“I’m so sorry.” You say, feeling really bad about making him laugh and causing him pain. 

“It’s not your fault, babe.” He says and you frown, not fully believing it. You keep treating those few injuries he had left and when you finished you looked Benny in the eyes and he smirks, or at least tries with his bottom lip cut open. 

“Next time you decide to play a nurse can it be in our bedroom in a sexy nurse outfit?” He asks cheekily. You let out a loud laugh and answer “When you’re fully healed, we can talk about it.” You wink at him. 

Two weeks later you are standing in your bedroom with a sexy nurse outfit on.

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Dean Winchester Is Saved

Dean Winchester Is Saved https://ift.tt/I91AOge by decafbongwater THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! I finished my 2nd spn rewatch and cannot get these idiots out of my head so...now I read and apparently write about them this is probably gonna be a slow burn fix-it of sorts, mostly cannon but with some liberties taken. dean&cas are the main storyline though explicit rating bc they will do the do eventually (pray 4 me I've never written smut) anyway, buckle up! we're starting a little before season 4! also pls forgive me for formatting issues or italics not pasting right, im still figuring out how to upload , oope Words: 1970, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Post-Canon, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Demon Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Sex, Eventual Relationships, Pining, Mutual Pining, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Angel/Human Relationships, Castiel's Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, My First AO3 Post via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/Ljdcp76 December 30, 2024 at 02:56PM

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For the salty asks: 6, 8, 10, and 13 pls :P

vi!! the internet twin of my irl triplet sister!! i am glad to see you :))) i’m gonna copy and paste my disclaimer from previous asks: these are just my opinions and i love you all the same if you disagree with me because i can agree to disagree unless it’s about like, human rights n stuff, but obviously this is just fandom discourse <3

has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

i wouldn’t say that it made me enjoy a pairing i hated, because i don’t despise many ships, and when i do, it’s usually a stance that isn’t gonna change. however, people like our resident fandom enigma, @bobbimorseisbisexual, have really impacted the way i see rarepairs and my thinking about shipping in general. like i never considered many ships outside of canon before i jumped headfirst into the abyss that is fandom, but once i grasped the possibilities, i started realizing that there were so many ships and pairings that make me happy or that i really want to write, that canon just didn’t deliver on. and i think that’s part of the beauty of fandom, is that we can create literally whatever we want that makes us happy. i don’t think we remember that enough, but that’s the heart of fandom to me, is coming together and loving these characters and building new intricacies and really just giving life to their universes with our creations. 

have you received anon hate? what about?

a few times, yeah, both on tumblr and in fanfic comments. on tumblr, i think someone yelled at me about canon or whatever?? hang on let me go look and see if i can find it.

yeah, okay, so basically someone said that i headcanonned that the movies and the show don’t share a universe - which i don’t, at all, but i digress - but then “said silly stuff like is the truth with so much gusto is funny ‘bUt, BuT, iTs CaNoN’”? never really understood that ask but was vaguely pissed off so i replied in typical z fashion that because i am fanfic writer, ‘but it’s canon’ is my worst nightmare.’

i’ve had a few more asks but that’s the only one that i’ll share, mostly because i’m fairly proud of that comeback and the others were either deleted out of spite, because i didn’t care, or because i did care and my self esteem was quite wounded because i am not a self confident individual. 

most disliked arc? why?

ward. i just felt like they didn’t need to drag his character out for four seasons, make a half-redemption arc, have him torture bobbi, or have him come back from the dead (or.. his body.. be inhabited by an alien worm... whatever). honestly it’s probably because i really don’t like ward but i didn’t think he added all that much to the show and eventually was just waiting for him to die and praying he didn’t come back. 

unpopular opinion about XXX character?

i don’t dislike rosalind price. like i get why, as a philinda shipper, you would be opposed to her, and i didn’t like her romantic relationship with coulson, but she was definitely an interesting character and i think they could’ve explored her more as a person rather than defaulting to the “kill/harm your women to motivate your male protagonist” trope. i would love to write about her in a character study someday. 

send me salty asks!