#present tami

[tristarnova]

I’ve been thinking their angelic wings might be fake and just an accessory. I will be holding more polls if certain ones are chosen, or this proves to do bad.

[tristarnova]

Sprite made by @soul-of-justice--uty

Tami by @tristarnova

Sprite by me

[sugar-spice-everything-vice]

also i really really really hate tami

i hate that shes pretentious in that never had to struggle financially a day in her life way; and thats fine at first if the characters or the narrative ever made it seem like it was a bad thing but they dont its just like shes a cunt about it and no one is going to address it ever even tho we literally keep talking about how gentrification is bad like what

and then the AUDACITY that she has to ciritcize lip for his lack of communication?? like lip sucks at talking about his feelings but holy shit this is coming from a person who just up and quit her job without giving Lip a heads up??? the one who assumed Lip was sleeping with other women even when he said otherwise and decided to go out to try to get laid??? EXCUSE ME

And also this would be fine if the narrative showed it in a way thats like they both suck at communication, but it doesnt??? the narrative is never critical of Tami; it just shrugs off her and her familys behavior like thats just how it is

gives me misogynist vibes in the sense of "thats just how women are, they never say what they want so theres nothing to criticize there"

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Iruka Mentions in the Kakashi Retsuden Novel

"The sleep chakra point, a technique he had learned directly from Iruka, the principal of the ninja academy. When Kakashi mentioned in conversation that he had trouble sleeping sometimes, Iruka had taught him a secret jutsu for inducing restful sleep. The sticking point, through, was that it was hard to hit the spot on yourself, given the chakra point was on the back of the neck."

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Kakashi confides in Iruka, and Iruka is more than willing to conduct some private lessons for the Rokudaime.

"Before he became Hokage, Kakashi had only known how to kill people. He had methods of capturing people without killing them, but they all invovled pain and torture. But as time wore on and the country grew stable, the shinobi principle of capture without killing had taken favor. And it was none other than the Sixth Hokage himself who struggled with how to write the guidelines for this new no-kill capture policy. He'd discussed it with Iruka, the principal of the academy at the time, and he had laughed. Kakashi remembered every single word of what he said.

(Iruka) "It's ok. It might not look it, but we do more than just teach students at the academy. We've saved jutsu to make an enemy fall asleep instantly or freeze them on the spot. Everything from old to new is right here."

Distracted by the memory of Iruka's proud face, Kakashi accidentally allowed a bit of fabric to rustle while strangling the ninth shinobi."

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What can I say? Kakashi certainly doesn't need the Sharingan to remember Iruka's every word, his laugh and his proud (most definitely smiling) face. In fact it's so distracting he blows his cover on a dangerous infiltration mission remembering it. Yeeeesss.

Iruka is also the last major mention at the end of Kakashi's novel:

(Sarada) "I'm heading out. I got a present for Master Iruka," Sarada said, holding up a cherry pink paper bag. Strawberry Daifuku from Tami Traditional Sweets in the old city. They were widely known to be extraordinary and quickly sold out, so they were hard to get ahold of, a rare treat.

"Oh right, you're doing a homestay at Master Iruka's, right?" Kakashi said.

"Yeah!" Sarada nodded happily. "Cuz Mom and Dad are away on a long mission. Master Iruka's an amazing cook. He's teaching me all kinds of stuff. It's loads of fun."

"Ohh. He is pretty skilled."

Iruka was a longtime bachelor like Kakashi, but unlike Kakashi, who paid little attention to his personal life to start with, Iruka kept a neat home. In contrast with the desk of the Sixth Hokage, which was always covered with scattered papers and documents, the principal's office at the academy was famously neat and tidy.

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Kakashi knows Iruka's a skilled cook. He knows Iruka keeps a neat home. (I wonder why) Kakashi's also recently developed a bit of an onsen interest. (Iruka's official data book entry lists onsens as his hobby.) They are both confirmed bachelors. Nice.

[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 7/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: so what if you find your husband attractive as hell? word count. 2.6k cw. marriage pact au, mature content, mild smut (oral f! receiving) a/n. this chapter is just me thirsting over Sakusa Kiyoomi:)

Masterlist

After that night when he fell sick, you felt a noticeable shift in the dynamic between the two of you. You’ve always been friends since high school, but you realize that your usual monthly meetups didn’t do justice to how he used to be. When you’re both home, you don’t just pass each other or talk only when needed; you actually have a fun conversation. You exchange everyday life trivia, transforming the usual “hey” and “how was your day?” into meaningful conversations.

Instead of his typical “good” response, he now shares more about his day. “It was good. Bokuto was more behaved today,” he tells you. This prompts you to ask for details, and soon you’re immersed in the full story of his day. He’s also very curious about your corporate life and your friends at work. “What about you? Did the presentation go well?” he asks. “Did that shitty coworker try to steal your idea again? You should really teach her a lesson.”

Both of you inquire deeply about each other's answers, leading to conversations that last well into the evening. Whether you’re eating together at the kitchen table or sitting on the couch, you find yourselves engaged in discussions that bring you closer. 

Last week on Saturday night, you even had your first-ever movie night with him, watching "The Shawshank Redemption" for the first time. Yes, you both are latecomers to classic movies. By the end, you concluded it was fun and decided that horror movies would be next on your list.

You also rediscovered how observant Kiyoomi is. You hadn't noticed that he had been restocking your milk for making lattes. It struck you as odd that the single carton of milk you bought during grocery shopping always seemed to last the entire month. You finally realized what was happening when you caught Kiyoomi putting a new carton of milk in the fridge. “Do you always restock my milk?!” you asked, incredulous. He frowned and replied, “Um. Yeah? Is there a problem?” You wanted to scream at his nonchalance but ended up laughing, pinching his cheek, and thanking him instead.

Physical contact with Kiyoomi was something you hadn't given much thought to before, but if anything, the past week had shown that he was becoming more comfortable with you. During grocery shopping, you used to just walk side by side, but now you noticed he often put his arm around you or held your hand while you walked. Even in the apartment, he was more touchy. He would casually move you by your waist when he needed to get a spoon from the drawer, saying, “Wait a sec,” before placing you back where you were, leaving you flustered.

Komori also noticed the change, teasingly commenting on how well you were getting along with Kiyoomi in your monthly meetup. You didn’t know how to respond, just waving off the comments dismissively. 

It’s been two weeks since Kiyoomi started his training camp. He stays out of town from Monday and comes home on Friday evening. The V. League Division 1 match season starts next week, with matches held almost every weekend with a few breaks over the next seven months. With his absence, you can’t help but feel quite lonely, especially given the recent intensity between you two.

Now, you're on a call with Tami. She's been telling you how much she misses her husband, with her business trips over the last few months and now his busy schedule. You listen attentively, trying to offer support, “I see. Work timings might be challenging for both of you, but as long as there is persistent effort when there’s time, I guess it’s the quality of time you spend together that matters.”

“You’re right,” Tami agrees, her voice tinged with longing. “I’m thinking of going to the cinema weekly with him. Or maybe just movie nights at home? We’ve been super busy lately.”

“Yeah, movie nights are fun too! That’s what I’ve been doing with Omi—like in a friendly way, you know?” you respond.

“What? Friendly way?” Tami laughs loudly.

“Yeah, he’s my friend. So the context is a bit different from yours, but it’s still quality time, right?” you explain.

“He’s your husband, girl!” she keeps laughing.

“But, we’re not like that! I’ve told you,” you protest.

Tami's tone shifts to playful curiosity. “Hey! I just remembered. Have you worn my gift?”

“That lingerie?! God, no!” you exclaim.

“What?! So you never do anything with him?” Tami asks, incredulous.

“No. I’ve told you! We’re not like that. I can't even see him that way. He's my friend,” you insist.

Tami pauses before asking gently, “Are you sure?”

“Um, yeah,” you reply, though now with less certainty.

“Just be prepared in case… y’know what I mean,” Tami advises. You roll your eyes at her.

After your call with Tami, a few moments later, your apartment door opens. Kiyoomi walks in with his bags since it’s Friday. You can’t help but feel a surge of happiness seeing him. You’ve missed him. You rush to him, “Omi! You’re home! I’ve made dinner.” You cling to his arm.

He smiles and pats your head, “Thank you. I’ll have that after I put this in the washing machine.” He lifts his bags.

“Okay!” you reply happily.

You continue your conversation with him after he takes a shower, and you eat dinner together. Then, like last week, you have your movie night with him, but this time, you watch a horror movie. As you sit together on the couch, you realize how much his presence means to you. You’re just happy your friend is home. That’s all. 

Then, Saturday comes, the first day of the volleyball season. You and Kiyoomi start your morning early and head to the stadium where the match will be held. It hits you that it's been over a year since you last watched one of his matches, often because of clashes with your side jobs.

Although the match will start at 3:30 pm, there will be an opening ceremony beforehand. Athletes need to arrive early for warmups and preparation. So, here you are, arriving at 10 am with Kiyoomi. You walk with him to his locker room where he changes clothes, puts on his shoes, and dons his other volleyball gear.

In the locker room, you meet the other athletes from MSBY and their spouses. You also run into Miya Atsumu’s girlfriend, Aiko, whom you met at the New Year's party earlier in the year. After Kiyoomi heads off for his preparations, you sit on the bleachers with Aiko. She congratulates you on your marriage, expressing surprise, saying she didn't recall you mentioning you were Kiyoomi’s girlfriend. You explain that you kept your dating life secret and only announced it once you were married.

Suddenly, a woman approaches you both. “Hey!” she greets, and Aiko responds excitedly, indicating they know each other. The woman turns to you, “Are you Sakusa-san’s wife?” she asks with a warm smile. 

“Yes,” you reply.

“Sorry for the late introduction. I’m Fumi, MSBY’s assistant manager!” she says cheerily.

“Oh hey! Nice to meet you,” you respond.

“We finally met!” Fumi exclaims, taking a seat beside you. “I’ve met all of the MSBY spouses. I’m so glad to finally see you in person.” You chuckle at her enthusiasm. You then start chatting with her and Aiko. The conversation mostly them asking about how you and Kiyoomi met, both getting heart eyed at your story. Fumi comments that it’s hard to imagine Sakusa-san in a romantic relationship. You laugh at her statement.

The opening ceremony starts with the national anthem, followed by speeches from league officials and dignitaries. Each team is then introduced to the crowd, walking out in their uniforms to applause and cheers. You watch as Kiyoomi stands there, feeling a surge of pride. The ceremony continues with a performance by local artists and cheerleaders. The crowd's energy is infectious, making you even more excited about the upcoming match.

When the performance ends and the official opening declaration is about to start, Fumi invites you and Aiko to meet the athletes. “Hey, let’s wish them luck; the match is about to start!” Fumi suggests.

“Sure!” Aiko agrees enthusiastically.

“Are we allowed to meet them now?” you ask, a bit unsure.

“Of course!” Fumi assures you.

“Yeah, I always meet ‘Tsumu before his matches,” Aiko giggles. You nod and follow them.

Outside the locker room, you see the MSBY Black Jackals concluding their final discussion. Some athletes share moments with their families. Aiko runs enthusiastically to Atsumu, hugging and kissing him while wishing him luck. Feeling slightly awkward, you approach Kiyoomi, unsure of what to do. You’re his fucking wife, dammit!

“Hey,” you greet him, rubbing your hands together. He turns towards you, his eyes lighting up and melting your nerves away.

“Hey,” he replies.

You take both of his hands, really wanting to encourage him for the game. “Good luck with the match,” you say, looking up to see the warmth radiating from his eyes. Without thinking much, you bring his hands to your mouth and kiss them. He looks stunned for a second, then hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

“Thank you,” he says softly. 

He and his team then start to line up to head to the arena, as the match is about to start. You return to your seats with Fumi and Aiko, feeling a mix of excitement and pride for Kiyoomi and his team.

The match finally starts, and you find yourself immediately drawn to the court, your eyes instinctively following Kiyoomi. There's an electric energy in the air, the crowd's anticipation palpable. As the game begins, you can't help but focus on him, mesmerized by his every move.

Kiyoomi’s black wavy hair is slightly tousled, framing his face perfectly and adding to his striking appearance. Each step he takes exudes confidence and a hint of cockiness, a combination that’s both intimidating and captivating. Sweat glistens on his skin, making his muscles stand out even more under the bright gym lights, emphasizing his athletic physique. His focus is intense, his eyes never leaving the ball as he strategizes his next move.

There's something magnetic about his presence, an undeniable allure that draws your gaze and holds it there. Every spike is like a piece of art, a blend of power and finesse that’s unmatched. You watch as he leaps into the air, his body seeming to defy gravity, and then slams the ball over the net with such force that it sends a shiver down your spine. The precision and strength of his play are breathtaking, and it's clear why he's a standout player. Witnessing his performance is nothing short of exhilarating.

You’ve never felt this way about him before. Sure, you've always known he was attractive, but seeing him in his element, dominating the court, is an entirely different experience. He looks so damn good—too good. It makes you want to do something frisky with hi—Fuck. You should stop.

You start to grip your jeans, trying to steady yourself. Fumi notices this and laughs at you, waking you from your trance. You blink at her, slightly embarrassed. “Your husband is an amazing player. You should come often to his matches!” she exclaims. You short-circuit for a moment, the word “husband” ringing in your head. Then, you glance at the court again. That is your husband? Damn. Your reaction prompts Fumi to laugh even more.

Seeing his incredible play, he does look very intimidating, which is how most people perceive him. But you also find him endearing, remembering his everyday quirks at home—a privilege that you have. This realization makes your head spin. You really can’t go back to seeing him as just your roommate and keep denying his attractiveness. Fuck.

The match ends with Kiyoomi’s team winning, and you clap wholeheartedly for the game. You really should come more often. This was fun, and thrilling, and seeing him in his element has given you a newfound appreciation for just how incredible he is, both as a player and as a person.

On the way home, you congratulate Kiyoomi and compliment his amazing performance. He thanks you, glancing over with a small smile. “You should come more often,” he says, his voice warm and inviting. You agree enthusiastically, when suddenly you’re reminded of the revelation you had while watching his performance. You take a peek at him and feel your heart drop. His profile is illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the curve of his lips. He looks effortlessly attractive, focused on the road yet completely at ease. His hair is still a bit damp from the shower he just took. The subtle scent of his familiar cologne—something masculine with hints of woody and musky notes—fills the car, creating an intoxicating mix.

Maybe you shouldn’t have come to watch him?

Over the next few days, you try to act as normal as possible. You have conversations with him as naturally as you can, but you can’t help feeling distracted by his movements. Why does everything he does look so damn attractive? Like, who the hell drinks water like that? His usual friendly touches also get you very worked up, making you jumpy as hell. You hope he doesn’t notice this. God forbid he notices!

You just have to take care of yourself, right? Maybe that will reduce your tension when you’re with him. But you feel like the dirtiest and most perverted roommate ever if you get yourself off thinking about him when he literally sleeps in the next room. You're so frustrated with yourself.

This Thursday night is no exception. You’re washing the dishes when suddenly you feel a looming presence behind you. When he taps your shoulder, you almost knock him with the plate in your hand as you turn your head and see him standing there. You keep saying sorry, feeling embarrassed and flustered, while he only replies with a frown.

Trying to shake off the awkwardness, you settle on the couch in the living room with a novel. When you notice him sitting beside you, you take a peek and see he's engrossed in his phone. You try to focus on your novel, but his presence makes you nervous. You then stand up, ready to leave, when you suddenly hear him say, “Wait.” Fuck.

Your heart races as you turn your head to him and see him observing you intently. You try to avoid his gaze, but he reaches for your hand, prompting you to sit back down beside him. Your heart is pounding, and your face feels hot. 

“Is there something wrong?” he asks, his tone concerned.

“No,” you reply, looking down and biting your lip.

“Did I do something wrong?” he presses.

“No!” you finally look at him, seeing the concern etched on his face. “It’s just…” you trail off, looking down again.

After a beat of silence, he tilts your chin towards him. “Can I do something?” he asks softly, his gaze never leaving yours. Before you can answer, his lips are on yours, and you unconsciously sigh in relief as the tension melts away.

The simple kiss quickly deepens into a passionate makeout session. You grip his shirt while he cups your face, and then you feel his hand travel downward. “Can I?” he asks, his voice husky. You nod, not trusting your voice, and he slips his hand into your panties, rubbing you gently. You can't help but moan at his touch.

Then, he gets down on his knees in front of you, still kissing you. He pulls you to the edge of the couch, his eyes level with yours due to his height. He pauses, looking at you intensely. “Is this what I get if you come to my match?” he asks, making your eyes widen.

“I should’ve invited you a long time ago,” he murmurs. Before you respond to him, he starts kissing you again and pulling down your shorts and panties. Then, he kisses your thigh, whispering, “You’re so beautiful.” You bite your lip and moan as he starts to eat you out.

You're overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, by how skillfully he uses his mouth, and by the sight of him kneeling before you, his broad shoulders adding to the intensity. As he adds his digits into you, you entangle your fingers in his hair, moaning, and you cum more intensely than ever before.

He kisses you again after you cum, but when you try to touch his pants, he stops you. “Not now,” he says, leaving you confused as he gets up and goes to his room.

The next morning, he acts as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t just eat you out on the couch last night. You’re left bewildered, wondering what the hell is going on?!

Taglist: @wolffmaiden @yunskook

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection | Day 6: Canon Divergent

Ladies | @ididitallofitforyou Rating: General Word Count: 1,130 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship Summary: The ladies in Dean and Cas' life throw them a surprise bachelor party.

Yours Again | @tami-ryver Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,935 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Consensual Possession, Castiel Possessing Dean Winchester, Possession, Cursed Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel is So Done (Supernatural), Castiel's True Form (Supernatural), Angel True Forms (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Wings, Angel Wings, Archangel Gabriel (Supernatural), Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Season/Series 05, Misunderstandings, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff Summary: Dean just waves his hand, but stops when he can almost feel something brushing against his hand. His mouth turns into a wide smile when he realizes he is actually touching Cas' feathers. They are like silk and Dean can imagine himself being wrapped by them, luring him to sleep.

priority | @dcforts Rating: General Word Count: 2,034 Main Tags/Warnings: S15e18 Coda, Castiel's Confession Scene, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It Summary: The world is empty, he almost lost Cas again. The world is full, Cas loves him.

the edge of the devil's backbone | @cascigarette Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,008 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, Demon Dean Winchester, Fallen Angel Castiel, Blood and Violence, Blood Drinking, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Spit as Lube, Church Sex, Angst, Porn with Feelings, Porn with Plot, Alternate Season 10, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester Summary: The demon burns, burns, burns, and the angel is a moth to the flame. Or: Dean succumbs to the Mark of Cain. Cas follows him. Whenever they cross paths, it's bloodthirsty and violent and addicting. Cas asks him to stop. Neither of them are sure if they want him to.

thank god for bruce campbell's abs | @watchinghimrakeleaves Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,408 Main Tags/Warnings: Human Castiel, Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Season/Series 09, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: Dean decides to expose Cas to horror movies. In the process, he learns some startling things about his best friend.

What the Heart Misses | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: General Word Count: 5,546 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent, Episode S15E14, Fluff, Sam Winchester Knows, Castiel Does Not Make A Deal With The Shadow, Dean Loves Castiel, Christmas, Gift Exchange Summary: After learning that the Winchesters and Jack celebrated Christmas with Mrs. Butters, Castiel takes the opportunity to give Dean a Christmas present. Which then prompts Dean to reflect on the nature of their bond.

a light in the dark burning brighter | Chi_Yagami (AO3) Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,092 Main Tags/Warnings: finale fix-it, injured Dean Winchester, hurt/comfort, confessions, kid Jack Kline, team free will at the beach, Dean finally gets his little umbrella drink Summary: Three weeks after Castiel is pulled from the Empty, when Dean can finally eat solid food and sit up in bed on his own and complain about being fussed over, Sam asks what they can do to make Dean's recovery a better experience—for everyone, Sam adds. Ducking his head, Dean admits to his brother that he still wants to go to the beach and sip on one of those little umbrella drinks in a coconut.

insi(de an)d outside | @thisisapaige Rating: Mature Word Count: 6,688 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel as God, Angst, Alternate Season/Series 07, Sexual Tension, Castiel POV Summary: Castiel smiled. His Dean— His defiant, determined Dean— was ever the hero. Dean never gave in without a fight, without exhausting every plan and trying every angle. It was so human of him. Castiel could not help but love him for it. "Surely you know holy fire cannot hold a God?" Castiel asked. "You know me." The flames flickered across Dean's face, casting shadows over the hollows of his cheeks. "I had to try."

It was you, only you | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,131 Main Tags/Warnings: Slow burn, canonverse, season 15, friends to lovers, fix it Summary: After defeating Chuck and the raising of Jack as the new God, Dean wakes up from a revealing. dream. Nothing will stop him now from rescue CAS from the Empty. But a new defiance is looming over TFW2.0. Will Dean be able to use his words this time? Or is gonna be work a big impediment again?

Murder the World | @thisisapaige Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,160 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst, Canon Divergent after s10e22 The Prisoner, Demon Dean Winchester, Parallels Between Cain/Colette Mullen and Castiel/Dean Winchester, Switch Castiel/Switch Dean Winchester, Violence, Porn With Plot Summary: Castiel said he would be the one to watch Dean murder the world. Now he has a chance to prove it.

Loving you back in time | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,683 Main Tags/Warnings: Temporary MCD (Castiel, Sam), time travel, top!Dean/bottom!Castiel, falling in love, enemies to lovers, winged Castiel Summary: After locking Chuck and defeats him, Jack comes out with a plan to get Cas and Sam back from death. Dean will travel back in time to try to really stop the Apocalypse from its root, this time Dean will contact Castiel before events, and part of his mission is to try to convince the angel to join him, explaining they're the good guys and angels and Heaven are not, while trying to avoid the urge of kissing his angel. But something won't go as they expected, and Dean will have to change the plan. This is mid season 15 canon divergent fic. The time travel is before Dean going to Hell. I mixed two importants moments, but they're not in the timeline of the season 3, with references to episode 1x12: Faith.

In A Parked Car Exhuming Ophelia | @an-android-in-a-tutu Rating: Mature Word Count: 17,741 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Interrogation, Demons, Grief/Mourning, References To: Homelessness, baby eating, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Heaven Politics, Unsafe Sex, Pregnancy, Temporary Character Death, Dubious Consent, Summary: The bunker didn’t lend itself to much natural light, and the utilitarian fixtures in the concrete hallways tended to sap people of their colour even on a good day. Maybe that was why Dean looked so much worse than Sam remembered, as worn as he’d ever seen him. The hand he pulled away from his face was shaking, just slightly, and he dropped it quickly to disguise the tremor, but the detail had already been seared into Sam’s brain. Something was very wrong. "I need you with me on this." Sam hasn't spoken to his brother in over a month, so when he shows up in the middle of the night with a powerful demon in tow, he's concerned. It doesn't take long for him to realize that Dean is keeping secrets again, and that whatever he has hidden behind his teeth has to do with the strange woman who seems all too content to remain bound in their dungeon. The demon with white eyes. All Sam wants is the truth, to figure out who she is, and how she's connected to his brother. But people who ask questions, tend to get answers. And they just may be more than Sam can take. An alternate take on season 9 that replaces the Mark of Cain plot with something much worse.

Rock & Roll and Feathers | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,172 Main Tags/Warnings: Season 15, canon divergence, rock stars, case fic, rock star!Dean, bodyguard!Castiel, mutual pining Summary: TFW 2.0 defeated Chuck, locking him down in a magic box and exchanging him with Castiel's deal with the Empty. Everything would be perfect if Jack wasn't locked inside another magic box too. The only way to release Jack, now the New God, is to find the key. Rowena knows who has it. His powerful father, a retired sorcerer, who would give anything to those who win his rock and roll contest. That's why Dean will sign up as a rock star, followed by his manager Sam and his bodyguard Castiel. Bad thing is, maybe winning a rock Contest is not the only test they will have on the road to reach that key.

Roadtrip to the End of the World | inkdr0p (AO3) Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 24,813 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Original Male Character(s), Team Free Will (Supernatural), Sam is a nerd, Dean is a nerd, Cas is an ancient multidimensional being, Road Trips in the Impala (Supernatural), Castiel stops and looks at everything, Las Vegas, Star Trek References, Angst and Feels, Angst and Fluff, Dean works through his experiences of the future in 5x04 The End, Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Sam Winchester Knows, Dean Winchester Has PTSD, Sleeping in the Impala (Supernatural), Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester Use Their Words, Wingfic, Winged Castiel (Supernatural), Sam covertly gets Dean and Cas to go on a date, Dean Winchester Deserves to be Happy, Castiel Deserves to be Loved (Supernatural), Season 5, In which I repeatedly compare Cas to a cat, Hunters & Hunting, Slice of Life, Canon Divergent (erases 5x05 "Fallen Idols") Summary: “There’s an apocalypse on, Bobby. In case you forgot.” “No Dean, I didn’t forget. But unless you’ve figured out a way to stop it in the next couple of days, I don’t see why you can’t give yourselves a break. This ain’t a sprint, Dean, it’s a marathon. Besides, last year when we realized just how much had hit the fan I seem to recall you being real quick to---” “Vegas.” “Exactly.” “...The Star Trek Experience.” ---------- OR: Dean's back from the future, Sam's back from his break, and Cas is, well, Cas. As good a time as any to finally take that road trip Dean's been dreaming about since he crawled out of the ground and learned the Apocalypse was a real goddamn thing. All he has to do now is remember how to have fun. Fic takes place in lieu of 5x05 "Fallen Idols"; instead of Paris Hilton the boys are off to the Las Vegas Hilton, former home of the greatest place on earth: The Star Trek Experience.

but i'm singing like a bird 'bout it now | @dirtangeldean Rating: Mature Word Count: 26,976 Main Tags/Warnings: Car Impala (Supernatural), Car Conversations, Aromantic, acespec, AceSpec!Cas, accountability, 15x18 coda, switch POV, Healing Dean Winchester, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, First Kiss, Dubcon Kissing(kinda), arospec!Dean, Aromantic Dean Winchester, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair, Episode: s15e18 Despair - Castiel's Confession Scene, Former Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Gives Oral Sex, Past Sexual Assault, Mention of Past Sex Work, Dean Winchester's Jacket, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, reader…i have taken liberties, Angelic Grace Kink (Supernatural), Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Original Character(s) Summary: 15x18 fix-it: Dean uses his one last shot to save Cas and succeeds, the fall out that happens when the unspoken becomes spoken all at once has a happy ending. The eventual conversations of comfort, duty, sacrifice, power, obligation, and love ensue. Communicationnatural. OR Dean can't bare to have Cas leave him. And the Empty allows him to stay. OR Reckoning with a first kiss actually being the opposite of happiness simply due to circumstance.

We're at the lost and found | @mercurialkitty Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 27,019 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 12 AU, season/series 13, Fix-it, mostly broadcast tv level swearing with a few f-bombs, Hunter's Funeral (Supernatural), canon typical angel slurs, Domesticity, will they or won't they, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, relationship beginning, like an episode some story arcs are left unresolved, dadstiel Summary: What would the beginning of season 13 have been like if Cas lived and Mary stayed put?

Desideratum and Other Mishaps | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 28,075 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent, Episode: S14E13, Baby Jack Kline, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Protective Dean, Fluff and Angst, Dean Worries About Castiel Summary: In an unexpected turn of events, Castiel and the Winchesters find themselves with a toddler on their hands, when Jack, intending to regain his grace, makes a wish with the Baozhu—the wish-granting pearl—instead of Dean and gets transformed into a young child. Unsure how to fix the situation, and with Mary and Sam aiding the hunters from the other world on a hunt, Dean and Castiel are left alone at the bunker to care for baby Jack, where more than one revelation will unfold.

Dean Winchester and the Belly Button Piercing | @teeparadigm67 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 34,800 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Porn With Plot, Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker, Dean Winchester has his Belly Button Pierced (And Sammy Doesn't Know), Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is a Tease, Castiel doesn't understand flirting, Idiots in Love, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Porn with Feelings, Canon-Typical Violence, Piercings, Ear Piercings, Pierced Dean Winchester, Navel piercing, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Flirty Dean Winchester Summary: Dean Winchester was 23 when he got his belly button pierced. It was during a time in his life when everything felt like it was in turmoil (long before he even really knew what his life being in turmoil truly meant). He never intended to go out and get any piercings—his father would have never allowed it. For 20-something years it had been his best-kept secret… that was until one fateful night when a hunt went wrong and his best friend had to swoop in and help patch him up, catching an eyeful of his elusive secret. Castiel’s infatuation with his best friend took a dangerous turn that night (not that he wasn’t already treading treacherous waters with his feelings towards the man). He had already known that Dean had a piercing, but he had no idea it was still functional, and equally had no idea that a piece of jewellery, Dean’s own slice of quiet rebellion, would have such a profound effect on him. Now Castiel can’t help but want him and his fading grace is doing very little in hiding his… indiscretions. The idea of it slowly drove him insane. And what makes it worse… Castiel was certain Dean was doing it on purpose.

Castiel's Hidden Pussycat | @macy2me Rating: Explicit Word Count: 41,050 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence - Season 13, Castiel Adopts A Cat, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Dean Winchester in Denial, Castiel's grace is damaged, Boys Being Awkward, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester is So Done, Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Smut, Frottage, POV Castiel (Supernatural) Summary: Castiel, angel of the Lord, has been saved by a cat. He didn’t intend to keep it. He didn’t mean for the green-eyed cat to work its way into his heart. It’s becoming a bit of a theme. Yet, here he is, smuggling a cat into the bunker. Cas and Dean have been doing a dance for nine years—circling each other, one step forward, by one step back, changing direction, never getting closer, never too far apart. However, when you throw a cat into the mix, the next move becomes a lot harder to predict.

When Dreams Come True | @avonlady42 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 65,616 Main Tags/Warnings: canon divergent, angst and fluff and smut, Dean Winchester has a wing kink, plot twist, inappropriate use of grace, top castiel/bottom Dean Winchester, explicit sexual content, happy ending, marriage, adoption Summary: After Chuck is defeated, Jack forces Dean and Cas to finally admit their feelings to each other and gives Cas his wings back in the process. They end up getting their happily ever after while Sam settles down with Eileen. Ten years they spend together as a couple, hunting when they need to, but mostly living the domesticated life Dean always wanted and Castiel always wanted him to have. Unfortunately, it all comes crashing down one day when Castiel goes on a hunt and doesn’t make it home. Dean will do whatever it takes to get the love of his life back and ends up getting more than he bargained for when he finds him again. This fic is canon compliant through Season 14 and starts off during the Ouroboros episode S14E14, from there it becomes Canon divergent with some of the rest of Season 14 and Season 15 being the same, but slightly different. S15E20 doesn’t exist and there is an alternate storyline 10 years into the future.

We Are The Music Makers (WIP) | Clairebearer (AO3) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 120,932 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Canon Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Castiel, Action/Adventure, Romance, Sexuality, Domestic Dean Winchester, Human Castiel, Reaper Dean, BAMF Dean, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Sam, Greek Mythology - Freeform, It's all about the souls, Awkward Sexual Situations, Sexual Fantasy, Slow Build, Case Fic, Magic Mirrors, Dark Magic, Demons, Angelic Grace, Mental Health Issues, Trickster Gabriel, Musical References, Pop culture references, Movie spoilers, Fate, Destiny, Free Will, Canon divergent, Cupid - Freeform, Terminal Illness, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Dean Winchester, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Dean Winchester is Not Heterosexual, Bi-Curious Dean Winchester, Temporary Major Character Death, Angst with a happy ending Summary: Set in the aftermath of seasons 8's epic finale. With Sam's life hanging by a thread Dean is forced to call the only being he knows has the power to help: Death. However, like most impossible things they come with a terrible price and it acts as an hour glass hanging ominously over Dean's head as his life-line burns away like a fuse, a full-time job as a reaper waiting for him. Time is short and the world is bent on destroying itself, so when the shadow of an averted apocalypse threatens to resurface and wipe out everything he has fought so hard to save, Dean must do everything within his power - and more - to stop it. His own feelings be damned... If he can help it.

Far From Heaven: Part Two | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 151,921 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Post-Canon Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Gratuitous Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergent, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Suicide Attempt, Homophobic John Winchester, Abusive John Winchester, Former Sex Worker Dean Winchester, POV Alternating, Top/Bottom Versatile Castiel/Dean Winchester, Possessive Castiel (Supernatural), Possessive Dean Winchester, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dom/sub, BDSM, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Consensual Non-Consent, Angelic Possession (Supernatural), Angelic Grace Bonds (Supernatural), Wing Kink, Castiel and Dean Winchester Get Married, Additional Tags in End Note Summary: Castiel is gone and Dean can't move passed it, can't bring himself to stray far from the last place he ever saw his Angel. A place so full of sorrow, yet there is love there too, lingering in the farthest, darkest reaches. Gabriel is done watching Castiel and Dean be martyrs. Jack's fixed up Heaven, all is as it should be, there's no reason these two idiots can't finally have everything they ever wanted. If he intervenes, if Gabriel finally embraces what he was built for in the first place, will it make a difference? Will Cas and Dean finally get their happily ever after? He's not gonna lie, leading three (not so) wise men across the desert was probably easier than this headache will turn out to be. Still, Gabriel maintains that it is possible to lead a horse to water and make it drink. You just gotta know which buttons to push.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

When Franny Catches Santa Clause (Sort Of)

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Mickey complained at the sight of his husband sliding his coat and hat on.  

“Lip needs my help with some last minute Christmas shopping,” Ian said, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. Mickey wore a grumpy expression as they parted. “He still needs another gift for Freddie. I told you we were going after dinner.” 

“All the kid does is shit and sleep. The fuck does he need a gift for?” Mickey had envisioned how this evening was going to go, and now his plans were shattered. 

Rolling his eyes, Ian zipped up his coat. “It won’t take that long. We’ll be back before you know it. Why don't you go watch Frosty with Franny?”

“I’m a grown ass man, Gallagher. I don’t watch fuckin’ cartoons.”

“Hey, you ready to go?” Lip came to stand in the doorway. 

“Yeah, just give a second,” Ian responded, shoving his wallet into his back pocket. Mickey was on the bed, arms folded. “I promise we’ll be back soon. I’ll call you when we’re done, okay?” 

“Whatever,” Mickey said. “You’re giving me a blowie later.” He really did want one, had intended on getting one, but he mostly just said it because his brother-in-law was right there. He was rewarded with a grimace from Lip, who muttered Jesus Christ under his breath. 

A grin stretched over Ian’s face. His fingers cupped Mickey’s cheek. “That depends....Do you think you’ve been a good boy this year?” 

“Okay, Ian-” Lip interrupted, ruining their goddamn moment, “you think you reign it in until you get back?”

Mickey had a scathing retort for Phillip on the tip of his tongue, but then Ian lowered his head, whispering near his ear, “I have an idea for that extra tinsel if you’re interested.” 

“Shit, Red, you’re gettin’ me hard already,” Mickey groaned. His husband laughed, kissing him on the cheek. 

Lip remained where he was, unimpressed. “I really don’t know what you said to him,” he said on their way out. Ian said something Mickey didn’t catch. 

Blowing out a breath as he waited for his dick to go back down, Mickey realized he really didn’t have anything else to do. Maybe he’d go see what Little Red was doing after all. 

*

The television was on but Franny was no longer watching it. She wasn’t even sitting on the couch anymore, but rather, rummaging through the cupboard under the stairs. 

“Whatcha doin’, Little Red?” He raised a brow. “If you’re lookin’ for the presents, they ain’t there.” 

“I’m not looking for presents, Uncle Mickey,” she said distractedly. 

“Then what are are you lookin’ for?” 

Franny was halfway in the little cupboard, pulling herself out with a little frown. “It’s a secret.” 

“What kinda secret?” Mickey probed. She said nothing, just stubbornly smashed her lips together. “C’mon, Fran, you can tell me. Tell your favorite uncle what’s up.” 

“Uncle Ian is my favorite,” she corrected. 

Hmm. Nothing a little bribery couldn't fix but he’d do that later. “Fine, whatever,” he got down on his knees on the floor. “But you can tell me, okay?” 

She thought it over then sighed dramatically. He refrained from snorting. “I need a trap, Uncle Mickey.”

“Why? Someone giving you trouble?” 

“No,” Franny shook her head. “It’s for Santa. Mama says I can’t see him because I gotta be asleep but I wanna see him so I’m gonna set a trap.” 

Now, Mickey knew for a fact that a lot of the gifts were currently hiding in Lip and Tami’s trailer which Ian would be bringing in later that night. He should probably discourage her but fuck that. He was feelin’ a little petty after Ian seemingly decided he’d rather go with fuckin’ Lip and stand in those crowded ass stores than stay home with his husband. 

“You want any help, Fran?”

Her little face broke out into a beam. “Yeah!”

Mickey smirked. 

*

With the trap set, Mickey and Franny sat at the kitchen table, eating a shit ton of cookies that Debbie had baked. It helped that he'd already had the necessary supplies stored here so it made the task pretty easy. 

“Uncle Mickey?” Fanny swallowed her bite of cookie. “Have you ever seen Santa?” 

“Can’t say I have, Little Red,” Mickey said in between his mouthful. “Why?”

She shrugged. “Timmy said you can never see Santa but I said I would and he said you can’t and I said you could and-” 

“And what?” He cut in. 

“And...and Katie said there was no Santa Clause,” she looked sad now, looking up at Mickey with those big eyes of hers. “Is that true?” 

“No, fuck her,” he said immediately. “She’s just lyin’, Kid.”

“But why would she lie?” 

“Kids are fuckin’ mean,” then he remembered who he was sitting with, “no offense.” 

She shrugged. 

Debbie’s voice could be heard calling for her daughter. “Franny! Time for a bath!”

Franny looked like she wanted to object so Mickey said, “Ay, go ahead, Fran. We’ll go on a stake out later, okay?”

“Okay!” She gave him a fist bump when he held out his enclosed hand. 

*

Eventually, Lip and Ian came home, though significantly later than his husband had anticipated. 

“I’m sorry,” he said when they were both in bed, the lights out. Ian was waiting just a little longer before he went out to fetch the gifts. 

“Fuck off,” Mickey grumbled. 

“It was crowded,” Ian said in his defense. “It took nearly an hour at the checkout.” 

Mickey rolled over, glaring at him even though Ian probably couldn’t see it. “I coulda been getting a blowie.”

“I’ll give you one tomorrow,” Ian paused, “or later today, technically.” 

“When?” Mickey said skeptically. “We won’t get a moment’s peace until everyone goes to bed.” 

Ian’s hand slithered up Mickey’s night shirt. “Then I’ll just leave one last present for you to open...”

“You’re so fuckin’ lame,” it would’ve held more heat if it didn’t come out so breathy. 

Ian’s soft chuckle hit Mickey’s ears. He captured Mickey’s lips in a slow, sweet kiss. “Merry Christmas, baby.” 

Mickey’s hands came to rest on the back of Ian’s neck, matching his husband’s rhythm. When they parted, their foreheads were resting against each other’s. 

“Just wait until we get our own place,” Ian murmured. “We’re gonna decorate the shit out of it.” 

“Now hold up,” Mickey’s nose brushed against Ian’s. “Who says we’re doin’ any of that shit?”

“Oh, we’re doin’ it. Tree, lights, everything.” 

“No lights or decorations besides a tree. And not one of those real trees either. I ain’t cleaning up fuckin’ pine needles.” 

“Tree and lights. We can decorate along the walls. It’ll look really nice.”

“Dial back your HGTV fantasies. We gotta buy the place first.” 

Ian tilted his head, kissing him again. Mickey sorta melted into that, eyes fluttering. “What was that for?” 

“I’m just really glad we’re here together.” 

“Fuckin’ sap,” Mickey said with fondess. Ian clambered off the bed, feet hitting the floor. “You goin’ to get the presents?” 

“Yeah,” Ian was getting his shoes on. “Can you make sure Franny’s not awake? I caught her in the cupboard earlier. I think she was looking for them.” 

“Sure thing.” Mickey was glad Ian couldn’t see his smirk. He waited until he’d gone downstairs, hearing the creak of the door as it shut. Then he quickly, but quietly, made his way towards Franny and Debbie’s room. 

Debs was sound asleep but her daughter was not. Franny was already wearing her boots, her coat in hand. 

“Did we catch him, Uncle Mickey?” She asked, voice tinged with excitement. 

“Shh,” he motioned towards Debbie. “Don’t be too loud. We don’t want anyone to hear us.” 

She nodded seriously.

Together, they made their way downstairs and out through the backdoor. As soon as Mickey’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see a silhouette and he grinned. 

“Did we get him!?” Franny shouted. 

She hurried around the corner, her lips tugging into a frown when she saw who it was. 

“Uncle Ian! You’re in my trap!”

Mickey had an old bear trap made of rope and net that he’d never gotten rid of. Using one of the beams on the house, which was surprisingly sturdy, he tied it on there. He’d even used one of Franny’s stuffed animals for bait. Out here with dim lighting, Ian undoubtedly went over to pet it. He was a sucker for animals and Mickey knew it. 

So he hung there in the air, glaring daggers at Mickey. 

“Damn,” Mickey said, feigning disappointment, “must’ve missed him. Your uncle probably helped him escape.” 

“Uncle Ian,” Franny said reproachfully. “We were trying to trap Santa Clause!”

“Uh, why?” Ian’s annoyance was momentarily on pause. He looked between them both for an explanation. 

“I wanted to see him,” Franny said matter-of-factly. She wasn’t too happy that the jolly old bastard wasn’t here right now. “And you let him get away!”

“Ay, Fran,” Mickey shot his husband a smug grin, pulling her into his side, “don’t be too hard on your uncle. There’s always next year, right?”

She thought it over and nodded. 

He ruffled her hair. “Why don’t you go inside, get a cookie and go to bed? And don’t go peeking at any presents.” 

She giggled, hugging his waist. “Okay, Uncle Mickey. Goodnight!”

“Night, Kid,” he dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head. She started to go up the stairs, calling out a goodnight to Ian as well. When the door shut, Mickey faced his husband, pleased with himself. 

“What the fuck, Mickey?” Ian looked close to throttling him. 

Mickey shrugged. “S’what you get for ditching me.” 

“Ditching you? I was helping Lip.” 

“Could’ve been given me blowies instead,” Mickey pointed out. “Could’ve gotten one yourself.” 

Ian breathed in through his nose, holding onto what little patience he had. “Get me out of this, Mick.” 

“Nah,” he decided. 

“What?”

“Why don’t you ask Lip to help you?” Mickey watched Ian’s eyes widen in disbelief. 

“You’re not fucking serious right now.” 

But Mickey was already on his way inside. “Maybe next time you’ll stick around.” 

“Mickey, it’s freezing out here!” 

“Then you better hope Phillip hears you,” Mickey said with a snicker, shutting the door. He could still hear Ian fussing- albeit muffled. He took a bite of a cookie, going up the stairs back to the warm bed, feeling very satisfied with himself.  

[em-harlsnow]

I wanted to do another speed write, so here it is.

They're sitting in the living room, and for once they're all together.

Together, except not, because each of them is off in their own bubble and it feels like when they were kids. When they could just be around each other without reason or need to talk or have a purpose to be there for.

Ian and Mickey are beside each other on the couch, watching something from Ian's phone. Debbie absentmindedly braids Franny's hair as she watches some documentary which is playing. Carl is playing a seemingly very intense game of draughts with Lip across the living room table. Liam pours over his homework on the other end. Tami is messaging one of her coworkers in the armchair.

The only one missing is Fiona, and the loss is acute but bearable.

Lip cheers as he manoeuvres his piece to take three of Carl's at once. Carl huffs and rolls his eyes, clearly losing but choosing to continue playing anyway.

It's then that Liam closes his maths book and opens up his backpack, placing the completed homework inside and pulling out a coloured cube.

"Lip." Liam states, tiredly.

"Mhm." He's focussed on the board, trying to absolutely annihilate his brother.

"Can you solve this?" He asks, holding up the Rubik's cube in one hand, staring at it like an enemy.

Lip turns and looks at it, frowning. "No. Why?"

Liam sighs. "If I can bring it in solved my teacher said she'd give me extra credit. We all got one."

"Just move the stickers around." Lip advises.

"I already thought of that. It doesn't have stickers, the colours are just on each piece. It's a fancy one."

"Liam, your teacher's scamming you. Those things are impossible. The only people who can solve them are magicians or just really lucky." Lip tells him.

"They're not impossible." Mickey snarks, rolling his eyes. "Give it here." He makes a gesture at Liam.

"Why?" The boy asks skeptically.

"I can solve it." He explains, like it's obvious.

"Really, Mick?" Lip says with a voice full of doubt.

"Yes, asshole. Now hand it over."

Lip raises his eyebrows but Liam tosses it to Mickey.

"You can solve a Rubik's cube?" Ian questions.

"Yes." Mickey replies as he starts shifting the sides and the middles, turning it around in his palms to figure out the patterns. His tongue pokes out of his cheek as he focusses. "It's been a while, I'm rusty. So it might take a minute."

Lip snorts. "Just admit it's impossible."

"Shut the fuck up, dick."

The rest of the room goes back to their own devices, momentarily entertained by the conversation but ultimately disinterested. Only Ian continues to watch as Mickey plays around with the colours, slowly building the cube to completion. Even Liam turns away, choosing to start on his English homework instead of watching something he doesn't think will yield results.

It's clear no one thinks he'll actually be able to do it.

Ten minutes of clicking pieces ensue, and Ian returns to his phone.

After another ten minutes, the cube is slammed onto the table, six perfectly neat and completed sides displayed clearly.

Ian glances up to see it, and has to double take. Lip looks stunned, and Liam looks at the cube like it's his greatest enemy.

"Woah." Carl states.

"How did you do that?" The youngest Gallagher rages. "I've been trying all day!"

"I learnt ages ago. Found one of 'em in the back of a car we stole. Got bored and used YouTube to learn it. I could probably do it in less time now that I've figured it out again." Mickey shrugs, and Ian looks fucking awed.

"There's no fucking way you just solved that. You didn't mix it right, Liam. I'll make it really messed up, then I bet he can't." Lip challenges, messing up the solved puzzle again.

Mickey shrugs again. "It ain't about how 'hard' you make it, Phillip. It's a system."

Lip ignores him, then presents him with a thoroughly scrambled product a few moments later.

"Solve that." He says, smugly.

"Easy, bitch." Mickey smirks, then starts again.

Ian watches with extreme interest, this time and the rest of the Gallaghers are just as transfixed.

He completes the white side first, slowly building the red, green, blue and orange, then working on the yellow. At a point, it looks almost done, only the yellow corners are out of place. Then, Mickey messes it all up.

"Don't do that!" Ian shouts. "You're messing it up again."

Mickey's attention never leaves the coloured squares. "Fuck off, I know what I'm doing." And he keeps turning the faces until suddenly it all comes together again. "See, Lip. Doesn't fucking matter."

Lip looks horrified. "There's no way."

"That's cool, Mickey." Debbie chirps, grinning at Lip's reaction.

"That's so cool." Carl's eyes are sparkling. "Even Lip isn't smart enough to do that."

"Shut up, Carl." Lip rolls his eyes, kicking at his brother playfully. "It's a kids game."

"Yeah, a kids game you can't do." And then the two are tussling light heartedly.

But Ian's attention is completely on Mickey, who seems absolutely calm about the whole thing.

Later on, they're lying in bed together and Ian won't stop staring at him.

"I can feel you looking at me, man. What's up with you?" Mickey asks, thoroughly unimpressed.

"Solve it again." Ian orders without explaining, extracting Liam's (again messed up) cube from the nightstand to his husband.

"Why? You don't believe I can do it?" Mickey counters, prepared to prove him wrong.

"No, I think you can. But-" Ian leans in to whisper into his ear, "-I wanna see you do it again."

Mickey raises his eyebrows. "Coloured squares turn you on, Gallagher?"

"Mmm. Hot husbands who know how to solve the coloured squares turn me on." Ian grins down at him salaciously.

Mickey laughs and Ian shoves at his hands where they're clutched around the cube.

"I'll suck you off while you do it." Ian tells him, moving down his body.

"I like the sound of that." Mickey drawls and starts moving the pieces hurriedly.

Ian smiles.

Okay, I don't know what happened to this, it wasn't meant to get smutty but my brain went to kink and I obey my brain.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed.

This may or may not have anything to do with how proud I am that I can solve a Rubik's cube.

[mysimsloveaffair]

As Tami realizes there are no more presents and walks away, Dwight approaches me.

Dwight: I have something for you. Is there someplace where I can give it to you privately?

I’m a little surprised. Could it be? Did he finally find the gem for Maia’s engagement ring?

Wade: Sure

I lead him down the stairs to the foyer, where he places a box in my hand.

Dwight: I had no luck finding the plumbite gem in the cavern -

My heart deflates a little. I guess I’ll propose to Maia without my dream ring.

Dwight: *continues* So I grew one myself and finally completed the ring.

Again, I’m shocked!

Wade: What?!

I quickly open the box and stare down at Dwight’s latest masterpiece. The ring is ten times more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

Dwight: I hope you don’t mind, but I chose a rose gold setting with a starry sailor design. It felt right since you and Maia met in Brindleton Bay, but if you don’t like it, I can pull the gem out and start again.

Wade: No! Are you kidding me? It’s perfect. Maia is going to love it!

And it is, and I hope she will!

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

shameless headcanons: halloween🎃

a lot of these are pre-canon 🕸️

since it was autumn in chicago, a lot of the time the kids would save their candy for winter just in case shit got so bad they didn’t have food.

ian and lip would stay up watching horror movies every year, lip always jumped at the jump scares and ian would laugh at him.

they always made their own costumes at home (fiona and v would team up to make them) but there was one costume bought at the store, a princess dress and tiara from when fiona was little. fiona wore it for as long as she could fit into it, as did debbie.

halloween parties are thrown every year (1999-present), because of course, gallagher’s know how to fucking party!

every halloween ian takes pride in scaring his siblings like this.

as seen in the season 1-9 intro, debbie covered liam in toilet paper for halloween one year and he went dressed as a mummy. fiona scolded her for wasting toilet paper, but laughed at the quick, convenient costume.

lip used to willingly/happily give out halloween candy, maybe in his house with tami and freddie now he still does it.

the irish twins (lip and ian + debbie and carl) always had matching costumes, lip and ian as iron man and captain america, carl as peanut butter and debbie as jelly, etc.

debbie is very good at carving pumpkins and brags about it, like she carves flowers and faces and cool shit into them. meanwhile, carl carves a dick or a basic jack-o-lantern face (that debbie mocks, obviously).

ian and carl like candy corn, the rest of the siblings hate it.

all of october, mickey gives ian many new nicknames- you know, vampire, dracula, pumpkin (inspired by this post), candy corn, etc.

debbie bakes for the halloween party every year and she takes it VERY seriously.

kev and v always have matching couples costumes that are wildly inappropriate (inappropriate in a slutty way and in a controversial, could get you cancelled on twitter way).

debbie is a PROUD pumpkin spice latte defender and is seen drinking one all throughout october. she tried to convince franny to try it and franny spit it out so she now just gets hot chocolate from starbucks.

much like debbie, mickey is oddly good at carving pumpkins, however he goes down the same route as carl and carves dicks into pumpkins (meanwhile, ian is shitty at it like carl but attempts to make his pumpkin look good).

we know that the milkovich siblings (+ sandy) used to go trick-or-treating, and i imagine that they would work together to make their costumes. mickey would give himself tattoos with sharpie and his entire outfit would be too big as he stole it from the thrift store or one of his brothers.

halloween was the one night where fiona would let the kids eat whatever they wanted, but she would soon regret it as she realized that carl and debbie would just stuff their faces and end up puking by november 1st.

happy halloween! 🦇

[yveltalreal]

[Offscreen Post: Return to Sender]

The dorm was quiet, the only sounds being the steady ticking of the clock hung on the wall. Even the hall was quiet, with most of the students for the upcoming semester not having arrived yet.

In this quiet moment, Pickle idly groomed herself. The feline pokemon ought to look her best, especially if her trainer was deciding to keep that evil distortionspawn wearing the flesh of a glameow. She refused to be replaced by that... thing. Maybe it would convince Maple that he didn't NEED another catmon, especially not that one.

The meowscarada carefully adjusted her mask when out of the corner of her eye she noticed Tami the absol's head suddenly shoot up. It didn't take long for the source of the absol's sudden panic to be located though as suddenly a strange light filled the room and the ever present sound of the clock ceased.

Pickle took a few wary steps back, fur standing on end as Tami stood up to join herm The absol was wary but not alarmed. Pickle thought that was stupid because clearly the world was about to end and the absol should have been freaking out about that.

As the source of the light shifted, becoming more humanoid in appearance, Princess Creature trotted out from her hiding spot to join the other two felines with a curious mrrp.

Of course! This was obviously Creature's fault! Creature had summoned the end times! There was but one way Pickle could fix this.

She picked up the Glameow and threw it at the light.

Creature sailed through the air before hitting the figure in the light squate in the chest and bring caught in its arms. In an instant, the light dissipated and the figure was revealed to be a woman with dark skin, a gaunt face, and long blue hair.

The woman looked stared a bewildered Tami and Pickle, before looking down at the evil, horrible glameow in her arms. The second she registered Creature, she happily lifted the catmon above her head with a wide smile, cooing and babbling at the thing as if it was a mere kitty and not some foul beast.

"THERE YOU ARE!" The woman exclaimed happily before bringing creature down towards her face and nuzzling it excitedly. "My sweet little baby girl! My wonderful little daughter! Mommy missed you so much she had no idea where you went! Don't ever run off without me again! My sweet little baby!!"

Pickle stared on. She was one of THOSE trainers. And to that monster no less. Disgusting.

The meowscarada began to growl lowly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, expecting her trainer only to be dissapointed when she realized it was the other one

"Rona," The One That Was Not Her Trainer started, getting the strange woman's attention. "It's been years. You cannot keep calling that thing your daughter to cope with me killing the real one."

The woman said something about not knowing for sure but Pickle didn't pay full attention, just staring at The Other One, The One That Was Not Her Trainer, in shock. She really did just say that, huh? Out of fucking pocket.

She was snapped out of her shock when The Other One spoke again.

"Right. Whatever. You have your glameow, so leave."

The woman made an exaggerated pout and began to whine dramatically.

"Awwww, I can't stay and hang out with an old friend? Catch up? Discuss what we've been up to? Talk about you chose this one to be your little toy for the next couple thousand years?" As she asked the question, she tucked Creature under her arm like a sportsball and gestured towards Maple's body, the body The Other One was currently posessing.

The One That Was Not Her Trainer was not amused.

"No," it said simply. "Leave. I have no wish to discuss anything with you."

The woman was clearly disappointed but relented anyways. Good choice. Pickle wouldn't have pushed The Other One anymore either.

She quickly said her goodbyes and thanked them for keeping the glameow (who's name was Fortune, actually. Not Princess creature. It should have been named Vile Evil Thing in Pickle's opinion) before dissappearing into the same light she had appeared in. As soon as she was gone, the clock began to tick again.

Pickle just stared until the other one spoke.

"Let's not let Maple know about this one either."

[tristarnova]

Tami’s unique sprites part three made by @soul-of-justice--uty

[tristarnova]

Sprites by @soul-of-justice--uty

Im having fun making these

Tami by @tristarnova

Sprite by me ^v^

[thelonelybrilliance]

Friday Night Lights: How Old Is Everyone, Exactly?

ok here goes. Here's how we make sense of the ages for seasons 1-3 of Friday Night Lights with as few loopholes as possible. (OK, maybe some loopholes and headcanons). I'm going to take this in batches.

Jason/Tim/Lyla/Smash

Season 1, Jason Street is a senior. We also know that he is 18 years old (he turns 19 at the beginning of Season 2). Judging from the return-from-Mexico arc at the beginning of Season 2, his birthday is probably mid-September (the Panthers are two games into the season). So far, so good.

At the start of Season 1, Tim, Lyla, and Smash are presumed to be juniors. This works out as far as Smash is concerned--he reminds Matt at the start of Season 2 that "this is his year," and he, unlike Tim*, gets letters of interest and recruiting interviews in Season 2 as Jason did in Season 1.

(*although Tim is also not seeming particularly eligible for college at that point)

Tim could be plausibly a year behind his peers in Season 1 while being junior-age. We know he is 17 at the start of Season 2, and I head-canon that his birthday is late fall/winter, so he is 16-going-on-17 for most of Season 1. Mud Bowl takes place in November, for reference. (To make the Jackie of it all slightly less icky, presume his birthday is in October/early November. To give him the Sad Christmas baby birthday he deserves, presume it is in December.) Since Jason's game-tapes in early Season 2 and Tim's starting position throughout the show suggest that he is not transferring from JV at the beginning of Season 1, Tim is presumably not a freshman. Pre-Coach and Tami's influence at Dillon High, I think it's plausible that him being held back a grade would not have disqualified him from playing. (Also, the rally girls did his homework.) I imagine the grade(s) Tim got held back were more likely in elementary and middle school; around the time his dad left. Billy tells us in early Season 1 that their dad left (mom already out of the picture) Christmas 2001. So Tim presumably would have had some major issues around the age of 11-12 (and before--have you met Walt Riggins?), and could have been held back in sixth or seventh grade.

Now, Lyla. What's interesting is that Lyla's birthday is around the same time as Jason's, because in early season one (right before she and Tim first connect), she spends her birthday in the hospital with Jason, also about 1-2 games into the season. At this point, we can presume Lyla starts off at 16 and turns 17 shortly into Season 1.

Lyla, unlike Tim, is a straight-A student (Tami confirms this in the early episodes of Season 1). So why does Lyla--presumably a junior in Season 1 and a senior in Season 2--graduate in Season 3 with Tim? Here's my head-canon in three cringe-y words: Christ Teen Messengers. While Lyla is present in the halls of Dillon High in Season 2, there's a throwaway comment about her extracurriculars when Tami asks her to help with Pantherama. She's too busy because of Christ Teen Messengers, specifically. Between her work with juvenile detention center, the fact that she goes down to Mexico in the middle of the school week for a few days as well as the boys, and her general disinterest in academics throughout Season 2 (she has time for a radio show, though!), I like to think she took a sort of "gap-year" where she did minimal credits/maybe deferred graduating for this quasi-"internship" experience. I don't really know if such a thing exists, but if it did, would it not be soooo Lyla to take advantage of it? That way she can recalibrate her life but not cancel out her chances at college completely. Thus, while she's never been held back a year for academic problems, she ends up deferring her senior year to Season 3.

In terms of ages, this gives us the following:

Season 1: Jason (17/immediately turns 18), Lyla (16/immediately turns 17), Tim (16/turns 17 at the end of the season), Smash (17). Idk I enjoy Tim being the oversized baby of the group, but they're all within less than a year and a half of each other, age-wise.

Season 2: Jason (18/immediately turns 19), Lyla (17/immediately turns 18), Tim (17), Smash (18)

Season 3: Jason (20), Lyla (19), Tim (18/19)

Season 4: Lyla (20), Tim (19/20)

Season 5: Jason (22 on his visit to Dillon), Tim (21 when he gets out of jail)

[Don't worry we'll get to Tyra.]

Matt/Julie/Landry

In Season 1, Matt, Landry, and Julie are implied to be sophomores (Julie because Tami refers to her, at one point, as a sophomore). But then Julie and Landry both stay a year longer than Matt, who graduates on time.

Full disclosure that I care less about Landry and Julie than other characters, so their graduating in season 4/early season 5 makes no mark on my spirit. However, I think given the fact that they are (presented as) academic achievers, it might make sense that they were taking some AP classes at various points and that is why Landry is out here tutoring people and Julie is referred to as a sophomore. It would also explain why the classes (such as the English class where Waverly and Smash debate The Odyssey) are mixed-age. Now, Landry is driving in Season 1, but if he was a 15-year-old freshman--not impossible--he could have been driving. Matt is actually plausibly older, since he had previously wrecked a car (not that everyone in Dillon, especially a parentified teen, should be assumed to be abiding by driving laws). If Matt is a sophomore in Season 1, he' s a senior in Season 3, which checks out. He is stated to be 16 in Season 1, but that could be a rough estimate--presume he's about a year younger than Tim, as opposed to about to turn 17.

If Landry and Julie are freshmen in Season 1, it's plausible (if not likely) that despite their "super smarts" (lol) they graduate last after a year at East Dillon.

So, for ages:

Season 1: Matt (15/turning 16), Landry (15), Julie (15)

Season 2: Matt (16/turning 17), Landry (16), Julie (16)

Etc.

Tyra

Tyra is in many ways the most ambiguous case, but I actually think that she is in the same boat as Tim. We know her grades are bad to start with, and that (pre-Season 1) she has several run-ins with the law as well as failed classes. Season 1 Tyra has "held back a year... or two..." all over her. For this reason, I expect that when she starts putting in the work in Season 1, she's in her sophomore year--thus (unfortunately for her), she's not too far apart from Landry in terms of classwork for him to be able to assist her. Then she continues on the straight and narrow reasonably enough to graduate in Season 3 with Tim, Lyla, and Matt.

As for Tyra's birthday...she seems like a June baby to me, but maybe I'm just biased. I think it's fairer to say that she is Tim's age rather than Lyla's. She might be a little younger than Tim--maybe a January birthday instead of his late fall/early winter one. So... Tyra is 16 (and a half) in Season 1, 17 (and a half) in Season 2, 18 (and a half) in Season 3, and about to turn 21 in Season 5.

[kresticles]

Four birthdays, one party!!

Happy belated birthday to Tami, Arina, Dotty, and Rohan!!

(photos looked wayy better to me when I was drunk)

It was so nice to have a big celebration with everyone before we all leave for uni, one last hurrah you could say

I spent so long worrying over everyone's presents, I'm glad my friends did end up liking them! Dotty was very happy about the star shaped carabiners heehee, I'm a gift guru

[nightlifeseries]

POC Horror Stereotypes

Tag by @havenroyals

Queen/Boss B*tch is the high school dropout with the incarcerated father and drug abusing mother. She left home at 16 and had to figure life out. She joins a bar as a janitor and then bartender until the owner disappears. The bar now needs an owner and Queen didn't hesitate to step up. She turns the bar into a nightclub to increase her income. She saw other young girls in need for employment and again, she didn't hesitate to help them. Unfortunately, dropping out of school hurt Queen more than anything. She gets hit with Tax Evasion and the illegal creation of the Nightclub.

Tori/Miss Goes with the Money grew up around money. Her whole existence revolves around making money and more of it. Her family was wealthy, but they disowned her when she dropped out of college. Tori, like Queen had to figure it out. Tori meets Queen who hires her at the Nightclub. Being a bartender/dancer is not enough for Tori. She meets Royce, a wealthy social media influencer and gets pregnant. Royce is her meal ticket out of poverty but will it last?

Aiden/Soccer is Life is a family man. He loves soccer. Soccer is his whole world, besides Melissa. He goes off to college to become a soccer coach and to travel the world. He is a nonproblematic, loving, educated man who can't get enough of Melissa or the children they go on to have. Melissa and Aiden were high school sweethearts and frankly the longest standing couple in the entire group.

Melissa/Struggling Nursing Student is the sweetheart to Aiden. She goes to college for nursing but gets pregnant after a few semesters. She puts off college for a few years to raise her two children. She cares about people and loves to help with the healing process. She is very family-oriented. Melissa and Aiden keep to themselves- hence why they have so many babies. They stir clear from all drama and they are workaholics. The most important thing to Melissa is providing stability and comfort for her family.

Tami/Highly Requested Hair Stylist is the hardest working individual in the group. She doesn't take any days off. When a client calls, Tami always shows up. She loves styling hair. That is her favorite thing to do. However, she has to be reminded that she has a loving partner, N.D. who wants to start a family. Tami doesn't know how to sit down long enough to give N.D. the attention he needs and sometimes that irritates him. Tami is a city girl. She doesn't know anything outside of San Myshuno. N.D. hates the city and the noise it has. How they make it work is truly a mystery.

N.D./Mysterious Lover of Tami is such a gentle and patient man. Even when Tami cancels their dates, he understands. He loves her unconditionally and supports her dreams of being the most famous hair stylist in the entire Sims World. He is a janitor who keeps an extra low profile. He wants to start a family and settle down in the suburbs. He is present with planning the wedding and looking for a house. He is a very loving man that I'm sure any woman would love to have.

Jermaine/Nightclub Whore is a disgusting man. He is fresh out of college, thanks to Diamond who helped him pass. He is a sexaholic. He is insatiable. He frequents the club every night to get his fix. He won't break up with Diamond because she pays all of his bills. He doesn't have a job yet and hasn't had any interest in finding one. He is more interested in watching butts twerk than being a clean, faithful man. He doesn't care who he sleeps with either. Just nasty.

Diamond/Queen's Nightmare gets hired to replace Queen at the nightclub when she gets charged with Tax Evasion. She is head over heels in love with Jermaine - who she met back in college. She is delusional. She often talks about marriage with Jermaine and having children. She hasn't picked up on the clues that he really isn't interested in marrying her. She is such an intelligent young lady. She has her degree in business management, and she should really focus on her career instead of where and who Jermaine is with. Diamond has forgiven him many times for cheating. No idea why she won't let him go and find better. When she found out Jermaine slept with Queen - that was the straw that broke her back. She vowed to not go back to him. But will she keep that vow? That has yet to be seen.

This is only the beginning of the story. Stay tuned for more 🥰

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