#thank u for sending me ask i love talking about supernatural. :$

[throwupgirl]

If you could go back and watch SPN again for the first time is there a season you would want to stop at before you got to the last season?

HMMMMM this ones a difficult question but i might not be understanding the question. do you mean that is there a specific season i wish i stopped at? or that i wish the show had ended in that season instead? it might just be the wording of the question getting me stuck here idk. if i were to start from the beginning first time watch do over well i think i would just watch the whole thing again. in fact i would argue that a season 16 where it turns out that god won dean has to destroy his heaven/heaven is fake or evil in some way is in order and is something i would watch as long as The Beast is not involved and jensen ackles is held at gunpoint the whole time and never allowed to speak in public again. bc i do feel that the thing about every supernatural season is all of them end in interesting ways but none of them end in a satisfying way. does that make sense? none of them end in a way that makes me want to stop there. i think maybe the closest thing i have to an episode to stop at would be 15x18; just because it was the last good episode. but its not an episode that makes me want to stop watching in the slightest.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

feeling a bit weird asking this request since i haven't actually seen anyone write such a thing, but i'd like to ask for something about the parent figure!mike (NOT SMUT OFC), maybe something he's the reader's father or brother or something, if it's not something you could write just ignore !!! (i'm also not a native speaker so i apologize if it sounds impolite i always have this problem :/)

Girl have you read my fics?? Do NAWT come on here talking about feeling weird for a request when I have written shit that's sending me to super hell with Jensen Ackles or whoever played the angel guy from Supernatural. (I hope that joke made sense, I'm not in that fandom </3)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Fresh off the press for you pookie <3 (BTW, your English js great and you weren't demanding at all!! Seriously, don't feel bad 😊)

Same Shit, Different Schmidt

Dad! Mike & Gender Neutral! Reader

(This gif always sends me, I'm sorry)

Summery: You are a stubborn ass and Mike is not here to put up with that shit. Where'd you get this attitude, anyways? Is it so hard to just listen?

Tags: No use of Y/N, Reader is Mike's child, this is lowkey a sequel to 'What's One More?' but that is absolutely not required to read this, sickness, reader almost passes out, slight angst, Mike takes care of reader, Mike has a come to Jesus moment, mentions of arguing, injury, underage drinking, Abby and Mike go at it at one point, just a cute lil drabble :)

Notes: it feels illegal to post something so short. Is this allowed?? Anyways, this was so cute to write! Definitely a new approach. I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the request anon, I always love getting them 💗

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"I'm fine," you groaned emphatically, trying to to rise from the bed, musty from your body's sweat during the night.

"You are not fine, do not bullshit me," Mike scolded. His hands pressed you back onto the bed, his scowl growing as he feels your temperature through your moist shirt. "When did this start?"

"I told mom my throat hurt last night and she gave me some ibuprofen. It's seriously just a cold," you said, trying one more time to rise from the bed.

"You always get a sore throat before you get sick, have since you were a kid. When did the fever start?" His hand feels freezing against your clammy forehead, making you shy away to avoid the chills that threaten you.

"Not hot."

"You want me to call your mom so you can gaslight her, too?" His tone is firm and threatening. "Is there something you're trying to get away with here or...?"

"I have tech tonight for my show, I can't miss," you finally admit. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike quickly cuts you off.

"No. Out of the question," he said.

"Dad, I'll get in trouble-"

"You will get everyone else sick and then what? I said no," he said firmly. But when he sees the way you sink into the bed, eyes sad and finally accepting the situation, he thinks of your mother acting in a similar manner or Abby when she was your age with the same attitude. It makes him relent, pressing his lips tight together. "What do you need me to do?" He asked, voice softer as he strokes your cheek. Your eyes brighten for a moment, a smile breaking out. "You're not going, I'm just asking what I could do to help."

You sink into the bed once more, crossing your arms.

"My director is gonna hate me," you mumble.

"I will deal with her, or she will deal with me. I promise you one's better than the other," he said. At that you crack a smile, finally looking at him.

"Mom's not gonna be pleased either," you said.

"Mom's not gonna let you go either," he said. "I'm getting the thermometer and then I'm moving you to the living room so I can watch you better. You get control of the TV as your consolation prize."

You twirl your finger in the air, rolling your eyes as emit a mocking 'yay,' glaring at him as he shoots the same glare down at you, walking out of the room and slipping his phone out of his pocket to call your mother.

"How upset are they?" She asked on the other side of the phone. He could hear the office chatter going on around her as he searched through the cabinets for the supplements they kept in stock.

"They're not thrilled. Not planning my death yet, but it's coming," Mike huffed. "Is it elderberry that helps with sore throats?"

"Elderberry makes it worse after you get sick, helps before. Don't give them that," she said. There's a slight pause before she adds "You realize this attitude is inherited?"

"Oh," he groaned, sucking on his teeth. "I wasn't gonna throw you under the bus like that."

"I helped raise Abby, do not pin this on me," she laughed.

"I don't deny sickness," Mike said.

"I can name five seperate instances where you did," she countered. Mike froze for a moment, trying to remember. "Just go easy on them. Remember you're dealing with your kid."

"And yours," he countered.

"Supposedly," she teased.

"I'm pretty sure that was you I knocked up."

"But are you sure?"

"Well, there was that one time with your mom."

She laughed. "Have them text me when they can. I'll deal with director, she knows me better."

"Thanks. She terrifies me. Kinda get why they don't wanna miss," Mike admitted. With a quick laugh and a quicker goodbye, Mike clicks off the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He gathered the vitamins in a small cup, grabbed the other needed items and made his way back to the room that used to house his little sister.

"Okay, Mom's dealing with director and is willing to grab dinner of your choice if you'll-" Mike trails off at the sight of your empty bed, worry prickling through and tainting the annoyance rising in his chest. He calls your name, turning to look for you before his ears tune in on the shower running in the bathroom. He sighs, placing the items on your bedside table and making his way to the living room. All is well until about ten minutes after the water shuts off, when he heard a small but sure 'thud' ring from the room.

"Honey?" He called. Nothing.

He rises from his chair, his mind trying to remind himself to stay calm and not jump to its automatic thoughts of harm and anxiety as he walked quickly to the door.

"If you don't answer I'm coming in," he warned. The quiet groan on the otherside is all he needed to quickly open the unlocked door, trying not to panic as he catches sight of you curled up on the floor with your head between your knees.

"I'm fine," you said quietly. "Got dizzy." Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly and it's clear how disoriented you are. Your hair doesn't even look properly washed.

Mike's arms are comforting, familiar and protective as he carefully lifts you up, taking you to the couch as though you weigh nothing to him. When his mind is racing like this, you may as well not.

"What were you thinking?" He asked in a panicked voice. "I told you you weren't going."

"My director hates me and tech is like, our biggest practice. I can't miss," you insisted, barely able to stand the light shining through the open windows. The couch is cool against your skin, the old leather offering relief. Mike had brought it home a few years back, a surprise he'd found at a thrift store with your help. Still pricey but a Christmas gift for everyone in the house. Your mother shook her head as she finally agreed maybe the couch that was as old as her needed to be replaced.

"Your mom is dealing with her and she's gonna deal with you next if you don't listen to either of us," Mike said. He ran back to your room, collecting the items and returning to your side before you could even respond. "Can you just let us take care of you?"

Oh. Oh. Fine, okay. There it is. He hears it now, that point your mother had just been making.

As the thermometer takes longer than he'd like to beep, he sighs at the sight of you looking like death on the couch. "You get this attitude from me," he finally sighed. You raise your brow quizzically, waiting for him to continue. A soft noise emits from the device. Mike takes it from your mouth and scowls at the number that flashes back at him. He hands you a now room temperature cup of throat coat tea with three ibuprofen to help with the fever before he takes your hand.

"Did I tell you about the time your mother had to drag me to the emergency room for stitches on my forehead?" He asked, smiling. You snort, taking another sip of your drink. "It happened when you were little. I don't even think you were two. Abby was going out with this idiot and figured out how to take out the screen in her window so she could sneak out without any of us knowing. This girl was bad news, I mean-"

"Aunt Abby?" You asked.

"What? No. No, the girl she was going out with, Lisa Browning. Had her come home with a belly button piercing once, I wasn't happy about that. Anyways, Abby decided that she was going to this party one night and I'd found her bed empty halfway through the night while I was going to check on you. Well, I decided I was gonna wait for her in her room with the lights off until she got home. So I sat in front of her window and eventually got tired, so I shut my eyes. Figured it couldn't hurt. Took a couple hours, but eventually your mother woke up and my side of the bed was empty and she heard this loud as fuck noise from your aunts room. This is like four in the morning, mind you," he said. "So she jumped out of bed and heard your aunt yelling, saw some guy in dark clothes on the floor, open window and the lights are off, and she's still wiping sleep out of her eyes."

"Oh no," you groaned.

"Oh yes. Grabbed some metal Eiffel Tower thing on Abby's desk and just swung at my head. Hurt like a bitch," he laughed, you joining in as much as you could without hurting your throat. "It was a good hit. I think she realized it was me when I grabbed her ankle and hollered her name cause she stopped right after that. Wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't stop bleeding."

"So did Abby get in trouble?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? I was even more pissed, I chased her down the hallway after her girlfriend climbed in and fell on top of me. I was ready to kill her. Your mother had to drag me and her into the car, go back and grab you and deal with us screaming at each other all the way to the hospital. Not that I wanted to go, I was fine with just pressing a dishcloth to the thing and carrying on with my plan to rip my sister a new one. She had to threaten us both to actually get me inside, and I only conceded because I was too dizzy to object by that point. I think the nurses assumed she was insane. I mean, kid on her hip, dressed in pajamas with some drunk teenager bickering with a guy bleeding from his head at the crack of dawn. I'm surprised no one called the cops. They did have to almost seperate Abby and I, though. Which just upset me more."

"How did they get you to calm down?" You asked.

"Your mother handed you to me while she walked Abby to a bathroom so she could take a go at her. And you were all upset anyways because I wasn't paying attention to you and you didn't understand why the nurses were fuckin' with me or why I was upset. Once I had you in my arms I refocused, calmed down a good bit. Someone brought me a book to read you and we got to focus on that while they prepped me for stitches," he said the last part softly. "I was so glad when Abby got out of her teen rebellion phase."

"She ruined mine," you joked.

"Yeah. She used pretty much every trick in the book, so we were ready for you. Sorry," he said.

"It's fine, I don't like parties."

"I don't either."

Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, typing a quick response before refocusing on you. "Your mother wants to know what you're thinking for dinner," he said.

"Chinese?" You asked.

"That comes from your mom's side," he smiled. "She'll be pleased."

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Short but sweet. This was a fun one :)

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[elle14-blog1]

Random thought i had today…

I joined tumblr for smut..not gonna deny it..i was never a fan of reading..i prefer media..but i found some great stories here..i mean if it wasn’t for @holylulusworld i would have never found Supernatural coz yes i live under a rock apparently 😝..i will be honest..and its a rare for me that i got hooked to that show because of the content..i got crush on Dean/Jensen way too far into the show..shocking i know..it showed me true love can be other than just romantic relationships..and about family … and then there is @cevansbrat0007 my first friend on tumblr…her Growing Pain Series is the kind of maritial life i want…i mean yes i started that series for Chris Evans..but if someone ask me what kind of husband i want..its Andy Barber from Growing Pains..and my babe @frostironfudge she got me hooked onto reading series..i only preferred one shots coz m too lazy for series .. and she became my confidant.. sharing life stories..i can proudly say i got her hooked to Andy and Ari..yes i take that credit😅 @buckgasms pom…it’s been a really long time we talked..but this babe wrote my every request..and i just love her…going through a reader’s blog..but once i overcome it…gonna spam you again..heheh @sunshine-on-my-mind meera…my fluffy writer…I miss you a lot…FRANKly😉…you write the sweetest fluff tbh and @universitypenguin you know princess and the lawyer is one of my top 5 series i have read on tumblr..and since i am on reader’s block..i have missed so much of it…and i can’t wait to read it again..coz i am totally in awe of your writing style…you are gifted and @jobean12-blog my friend from Bucky’s city 🤭🤭…always sending me positivity messages..and i would surely like to meet her when i come there @nana1000night You are amazing…and i wish you all the best

Sorry i am just feeling emotional today

Thanks to all these beauties..Love u all💜

[targaryenluvs]

congrats on 3.6 k followers and 100k likes, that's an insanely large number!! Your hunger games fics have been life changing, I love them all so much!!

could I please get a ship for supernatural? I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I enjoy working out and I'm pretty good at tennis! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people, but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

Thank you very much!! Here's to so many more milestones <3

so you might just be me? my fellow ravenclaw i send a million kisses your way! you seem like such a comfortable person to be around if that makes any sense at all! i’m so glad you liked my hunger games fics and i cannot thank you enough for reading ❤️

and the second i started reading you screamed to me…

sam winchester!

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cozy

“hey sammy.”

sam jolted awake at the sound of your voice, “shit, didn’t mean to scare you.” you laughed before sitting down in the chair infront of him, “no! you didn’t, you’re fine.” you couldn’t help but notice the slight drool on his cheek and the papers strewn about.

“how about we take a break from all the research for a bit and we can go on a jog?” he sighed before rubbing his eyes, “we need to keep researching y/n.” you shook your head, “hey, as much as i love just sitting with you, i need to make sure you don’t die on my watch sam. you look like hell.”

“like he’d know anything about it.”

the door swung open to the motel room as dean returned with coffee and donuts. he chuckled to himself whilst putting down the items on the table, minding the research. “not funny.” sam spoke whilst you giggled, “i mean, it kinda is.”

“see sammy? even curls here agrees with me, seems like you’re losing your touch.”

“my touch? i’m not touching anything?”

“yeah but i bet you’d like to, i sure as hell would.” you rolled your eyes before bumping dean with your shoulder, “you never take a break huh?” dean smiled with a mouthful of powdered donuts, “never.”

you stood up from the table, announcing your departure, “i’m going to go change, and when i’m back we are going on a jog. fill up my waterbottle please.” sam nodded as he moved to pick your bottle up from the nightstand by your guys’ bed.

you’d entered the bathroom whilst dean and sam were outside. “so,” sam furrowed his eyebrows, “what is it?” dean uncrossed his legs and turned towards sam, placing his feet on the floor. “you and curley over there. she likes you sam.”

he let out a scoff as he filled up your bottle, “no she doesn’t dean, quit it.” the older winchester groaned before walking to the taller of the pair, “you have got to be blind if you don’t see it sammy. she cares about you, all the time. you two nerds are always sitting together, talking about some random poet or case. she asks you to fill her bottle and you do. you fall asleep and you wake up with a blanket on your shoulders. you think i’m the one making sure you’re cozy?”

sam didn’t notice the bottle overflowing until dean turned the tap off.

before he could reply, you walked out into the room, hair up, running shoes on and in his jumper. “you ready?” sam had made the wise decision of choosing track pants the night before, “yeah, let’s go.” he didn’t miss deans grin as you opened the door, “wait i’ll get my bottle—,”

“just share from mine, no worries.” your smile was as bright as usual, and as your dark eyes landed on him, sam couldn’t help but wonder.

maybe you do like him, since he certainly likes you.

[thunder-shadow]

I don't have enough words to thank and praise your fics, you are wonderful, I love the characterizations you give them.

How many creative liberties do you take to give them a characteristic trait? What was your process to give them those distinctive traits? :0

Pd: I'm using a translator so I trust it sounds coherent 😅 your fics help me a lot with my English to learn words. Haha

Awww thank uu <33333

Do you mean like, appearance traits, or personality traits? Appearance wise I just go off of vibes tbh LOL

Back when I wasn't writing fanfic yet, I made a little document where I just threw all my thoughts, and part of that was designs for the planets! I just steal from that haha

For example, Uranus originally didn't have a single braid, actually! He just had long hair with lots of braids scattered within it but when I started writing somehow I just fell upon the idea of him having one braid and now it's a permanent part of my idea for him XD

Versus Earth, he's basically stayed the same the entire time LOL - fun fact, I used to be part of the DSMP fandom and even to this day it's stuck within me bc I just imagine Earth dressing up like C!Dream in all the fanarts (the whole cropped hoodie with tight clothes underneath it) and now that's stuck in my design for him XD Also, I usually imagine him with an ISS hair-clip in his hair bc it just appeared in my mind one day and I was like YES

Jupiter and Saturn... honestly my mental designs for them two were influenced by akkkiii_lol SO much (if you haven't seen their art it's so good they were actually the first to introduce me to jupixturn (when they made a single piece of art for it) and i've been obssessed since). But if I could describe them in one phrase it'd be like... old-timey vampires LOL

I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO DROP THIS IN ANY OF MY FICS YET BUT THE SUN HAS STARS FOR PUPILS

Honestly I could talk forever about my mental pictures of each planet but I won't XD (unless ppl ask for specific planets ;))

Versus like wings and stuff - I have been OBSSESSED with wings for as long as I can remember (the supernatural fan in me popping out), so giving Mercury wings is such an easy decision for me haha

Personality wise, IDK

I literally just type dialogue or mental thoughts and then try to imagine the character saying that in my head and if I can't hear them saying it then I delete and try again LOL

Otherwise, I never know if my characters feel consistent across stories because I can never read my fanfics from a reader's POV 😭 i can only read them with author brain

But yeah, creative liberties... I honestly don't know how much I would say I take LOL

I hope this is what u actually wanted me to talk about ;-; if not, feel free to send another ask, I love talking :DD

And dw, it was coherent!! I'm glad my fics are helping you <333

[alpurrtwhizkersss]

hi love! I saw your post asking for requests and U don't know if you're in the mood to write supernatural AU or just in the real supernatural world so I'm sending two requests, okay?! one AU, and one canonical, so you can pick whatever your mood wants to ,<3 for the AU one I always try to find punk! dean x reader (there's only a small number of fics like that and I've already read them all😭) and it could be either ir a completely different universe or in the supernatural universe itself, but with punk! dean. the non-AU request could maybe be an enemy to lovers dean x reader??? or an lovers to enemies to lovers again? I'm a SUCKER for those!!!

They Love You, Dean

Requested By:  anonymous!

Warnings: Dean being insulting to the reader, so maybe a bit OOC Dean? Reader struggles with self-criticism after Dean's been rude to them, swearing

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending, enemies to lovers

Prompt: None

Reader is gender neutral, and they/them pronouns are used.

Author’s Note:

hey anon! thank you for the ask!! I decided I'd take your ask for enemies to lovers Dean because I LOVE enemies to lovers, and I'm terrible at writing AUs PFFFT

also this one’s a long boi lol i hope you’re ready!

but yes! I hope you enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2161

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice rang loudly in your ears as your head shot up from the rain-moist back window of said man’s ‘67 Impala, “Jesus! How long does it take to get you to wake up? What, were you in hibernation or something?”

Instead of justifying his snark with a reply, you tiredly opened the door for the impala, and half-stepped, half-stumbled out of it, and began rubbing your eyes aggressively before shutting it behind you.

You turned towards Sam’s heavy footfall at the trunk of the car, and smiled warmly. 

You didn’t want to say that you had favourites between the two brothers, no. You just maybe, sort-of, kind-of, possibly liked Sam more than you liked Dean… you couldn’t help it, Dean’s sarcastic attitude and the fact that he felt the need to play grab-ass with everybody he found attractive in the 1 mile radius got on your nerves! Plus, the way he was constantly insulting your skills or your presence didn’t help either. What made it worse, was the fact that you had actually felt quite strong romantic feelings towards the man when he had first come into your life, but you convinced yourself these had been extinguished by the time you got to know him. So, the next four years of your life had been filled with desperately trying to shove down the way your heart would race when he handed you a weapon and his hand brushed yours, or how you’d notice that when you’d be talking to a guy at some sleazy bar, his eyes would be on you at all times.

“Alriiiiight, let’s get moving, folks! Hurry it up, Y/N.” Dean called over as you pulled a large duffle bag out of the trunk, and you rolled your eyes.

“Sam’s taking just as long as me, how come he never gets shit for it?” You called back, but by now you knew that Dean just… didn’t like you, so you’d never tried to search for a reason. Sam glanced down at you as Dean mumbled something under his breath. 

“Sorry. He can be a real ass sometimes.” He smiled at you sympathetically, and you immediately softened, placing your hand on his.

“You don’t have to apologise for him, Sam. It’s not your mess.” You have his hand a soft squeeze before pulling away from the car and walking over beside Dean, who was staring up at the old motel you found yourself staying in.

“Well, this doesn’t look haunted at all.” You commented, trying to lighten the mood, but you felt as if your words landed like lead balloons in the air. 

“Well, it obviously isn’t, otherwise we wouldn’t be staying here.” He put bluntly, and you scoffed humorlessly, placing your hands on your hips.

“I know, Dean. I was joking, I’m not an idiot.” You retorted, and you could tell Dean was about to say something when Sam approached from behind, loudly cutting him off before he could do any more damage to your feelings.

“Okay! I’m ready, let’s go.” He announced, pushing past the two of you and into the creaky old motel.

You sighed heavily as you placed your duffel bag down, and lay back on the bed, placing your hands behind your weary head.

“You’re not even ‘gonna shower? You smell terrible, Y/N.” Your eyes shot open as you turned towards Dean, narrowing your eyes and feeling anger spark in your chest at the stupid smirk that rested on his face.

“Screw you, Dean. I smell fine, I showered yesterday. It’s you that smells like a sewage plant, maybe what you’re smelling is your own scent wafting back into your face.” You snapped, turning away from him and curling your knees up to your chest, trying not to let angry tears build up in your eyes. 

“Jesus, what a joy you are. Y’know, sometimes I really wish we’d just let that Wendigo get you all those years ago, woulda’ saved us a hell of a lot of grief tryna’ help your ass out every time we’re on a damn hunt.” Dean’s voice crashed into your skull, and it felt like the entire room went silent, even Sam’s quiet typing stopped.

“Dean-” Sam started, but you blocked out the conversation.

I can’t let him affect me. You thought, that’s what he wants. Yet, you couldn’t help but think of what you and him could have been, because as much as you tried to deny it, you really did feel a lot of affection for the man, and having to hear him insult you every day, whether it be for your clothes, your hunting skills, or how he wished he left you to die, broke your heart. You didn’t know what you’d done to upset Dean, but God, you wished you could go back and slap your past self for it. The culminating thoughts of self-criticism built up in your mind and you felt tears spring to your eyes once again, the searing pain that they caused your nose and eyes becoming too much to handle as you felt one sliding down your cheek, and the need to sniffle build up in your nose. You sat up, wiping your eyes as you pulled on your old jacket from the chair beside your bed, and turned to Sam, who was sitting on his own bed, his laptop sitting on his knee.

“I’m heading out.” You said curtly, and Sam’s face turned to one of concern as he sat up a little, you took note that Dean didn’t even look at you.

“Okay, do you want me to come with you?” Sam asked, smiling gently at you as you shook your head, you could feel the tears building up again and all you wanted to do was leave. “N-no, Sam. That’s- that’s okay. See you later.” You stammered, your voice breaking a few times as you bolted from the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Dean’s POV

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he heard the slam of the door, sighing softly, suddenly he felt a sharp jab to his shoulder. “You’re a real ass, you know that, Dean?” Sam barked, glaring angrily down at his older brother. “I mean, God, all you do to Y/N is insult them, or belittle them in some way, it’s a daily thing! I can’t even imagine what that’s doing to their self-esteem, to have somebody they love so much acting like that towards them? Oh, my God, man! Is it that hard to just be nice? I mean-”

“Y/N loves me?” Dean cut his brother off, sitting up on the bed, his heart suddenly racing in his chest. Sam stared at him incredulously, his mouth fumbling for something to say as he attempted to make up a response to his brother’s question.

“Jesus, Dean! Yes! They love you! They’ve loved you for four years, now, I mean, how they still do is beyond me considering the way you’ve treated them!” He exclaimed, and Dean felt his heart sink. “Shit.” was all he could muster as he ran his hand over his mouth and let the weight of what his brother had told him sit in his brain.

“Yeah, shit’s damn right!” Sam scolded him, shaking his head like a disappointed mother.

Before Dean could think, he was pulling his jacket on and leaving the room. Sam didn’t protest.

“Y/N!” He yelled down the hall, but it was no use. You’d already left the motel. He mentally yelled at himself as he pulled the door of the old place open, and stepped out onto the empty street beside it.

Okay, Dean, think. We’d be better off searching for them by car, they couldn’t have gotten that far in 5 minutes, right?

He nodded to himself as he pulled the driver’s side door open and sat tensely in the seat, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“Damn it, Y/N, where are you?” He muttered to himself as he drove around the block.

He thought back on his conversation with Sam. Did Dean love you?

Of course he did. But he could never tell you, you meant far too much to him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and loving you would put a target on your back for every demon and angel and monster that had it out for him. He already had Sam to worry about, why did he need to worry about you, too? So he pushed you away, he decided that if you thought he hated you, you’d eventually lose interest, but instead you did everything to try and prove yourself to him, even putting yourself in harm’s way if it meant that he was safe, which Dean, of course, berated you for afterwards. The worst part of it was, you rarely said anything back to him, and on the days that you did he knew he’d hit a nerve, so he kept pushing and pushing until… well, until something snapped in you. Until the dam broke and you screamed and you cried and you argued and you left.

Dean never would have thought that he’d be the one to break. That he’d be the one chasing you down to make you come back, to show you how much he loved you.

“Holy shit!” Dean skidded the impala to a halt as he came face to face with your shocked figure through the car window. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, you were clutching your chest and your entire body was soaked with rain, Dean could tell you were shivering.

Suddenly, it seemed that your brain snapped into action, you stumbled onto the pavement before you and began walking down the street. Dean quickly pulled into a parking space and threw himself out of the car, beginning to catch up with you down the dark street.

Your POV

“Go away, Dean!” You called behind you, but not speeding up your pace.

You could hear Dean’s heavy boots colliding with the wet ground as he caught up with you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder as he forced you to stop, you turned towards him, shoving his large hand off you with a grunt.

“I said go away, alright? Leave me alone!” You shouted, and Dean gave you what looked like sad puppy eyes. This was the first time you’d ever seen him give you such a soft look, and you honestly didn’t know what to say as you felt tears run down your already red cheeks.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

His words shocked you, but that shock quickly turned to anger as you scoffed angrily. 

“Sorry? ‘Sorry’ doesn’t even begin to describe the things you should be saying to me after the way you’ve been treating me these past years, Dean! After the crap I’ve had to put up with from you, after I convinced myself that I deserved every insult you’ve thrown at me,” You stepped closer to him, hitting his chest roughly with every sentence, “And yet, even after all these years I still love you, Dean! I still love you and your stupid smile and your obsession with mullet rock, and your stupid car, and- and- and-” You slammed your fist into his chest as you broke down, but it barely seemed to affect the man in front of you as you felt him pull you into a tight hug. What hurt him more than your fist was the sound of your cracked and broken sobs as you clung to him, even after everything he’d done to you, you still let him comfort you.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much, I just wanted to protect you from this life, I thought if I pushed you away you’d be safer… I thought you had to leave to be okay, I’m so, so sorry… I never even thought about how I’d affected you.” He spoke into your hair as he left soft kisses on it and rocked you slowly on your feet. You didn’t reply for a moment, only sobbing harder into his shirt.

“I love you, Dean, I’m already a part of this stupid life we have, you can’t take that away from me, no matter how hard you try. I can take care of myself! I’m never going to leave you, Dean, I can’t.” You murmured softly, moving to stare up into his glassy green eyes.

Dean pulled you closer to him, meeting his lips with yours as he cupped your face, you could feel rain running down your back and hair but you didn’t care, all you could focus on at that moment was Dean Winchester.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m going to protect you, just… not like this.” 

And you smiled, your first genuine smile at Dean for years as you murmured “That sounds like a plan, then, Dean.”

[funsizedcrow]

Who is your favorite oc and what's their deal, and who are their friends?

ok first of all thank you for asking about my ocs I love to talk abt them even though I don't really do it a lot. they r so real to me...the plot and story is like mostly fully formed inside of my head (although only partially written down.) and i forget sometimes that they aren't real characters that everyone knows about...but now you can know about them! (sorry this is kind of rambly and not all that coherent. I have a lot of thoughts jumbling around in my brain)

(the rest is under a cut bc i wrote a lot)

so my main oc story (which is called teen spirit for now, but i might change it in the future) has a main cast of 5 people. Cat, (they/them) Caleb (he/him), Juno (she/they), Nathan (he/him), and Ellie (any/all). But out of all of them my favorite will always be Cat <3

Some fun facts abt Cat: they exclusively dress in warm winter clothes, no matter the weather. Puffy jackets, thick pants, boots with fur lining. They claim not to feel the heat. One time they end up in arizona and almost die of heatstroke. Cat pretends to be the braincell of their group but the truth is that they are just as impulsive as the rest of them, and its honestly a miracle they haven't been arrested yet. Anyways plotwise Cat has some sort of connection to the supernatural.

Ok first of all heres some basic lore. So there’s a mortal realm (regular old earth) and a spirit realm. Basically when someone dies they’re given five years as a ghost to tie off any loose ends. The only people that can see ghosts are people connected to said loose ends. Spirits are immortal beings that live in the spirit realm. Their job is to watch over the ghosts in the human realm, and run the real afterlife.

Anyways so Cat is connected to the supernatural. And later in the story this leads to them basically becoming a ghost magnet, which leads to fun things (losing the ability to distinguish whats reality and whats not) but anyways at the beginning it is easy things, such as finding a ghost in the basement of their school, where they broke into with their friends caleb and juno (i'll get to them. later.) and anyways the ghost they found was nathan, cast member number 4!

Cast member 5 is relevent now. Her name is ellie (any pronouns) (ellie is not his actual name, her real name is unpronouncable to humans.) So Ellie is a Spirit, but was punished by being sent to earth to live among humans as a mortal because she did the forbidden, brought a person back to life. (said person was juno's mother actually which leads to a lot of drama and tension between them.) So Ellie ends up crashing in Cat's backyard, creating a crater that is. difficult to explain to their parents. And ellie's appearance is not very long after they discover Nathan's ghost in the school basement. This is interesting because Nathan's death was not, in fact, due to natural or normal causes. It's because he, like Cat, was connected to the supernatural, and ended up seeing things that he was not supposed to be able to see. So the afterlife system decided the best thing to do was kill him! But he still has to get his five years on earth over with for his loose ends. (there was debate in the bereuacracy over whether they should bother with that or just send him straight to the afterlife, but they ultimately decided that the circumstances of his death were unusual enough that they should stick to standard procedures instead of changing more things.)

Anyways proximity to Cat allows Juno and Caleb to also be able to see nathan. And Caleb and Nathan specifically become very close. (its the tragedy u see. Nathan is dead. Nathan can't stay on earth forever, he's going to have to leave. He's not alive anymore but being with caleb makes him feel more alive than he ever was. They love each other but nathan continuously pushes back, doesn't let himself get too close because he knows it won't last.)

(i am talking a lot more than i intended to. oops) anyways the main plot is well it starts out with them trying to help Nathan tye up his loose ends so that he can just go to the afterlife sooner instaed of just hanging around for another couple years but then it shifts to realizing the fundamental issues within the afterlife system, which is exacerbated by Cat's interactions with the ghosts that they encounter (btw can u tell that the good place is one of my favorite shows.) They also just do fun high school shenanigans for the other half of the plot because my favorite genre is when something is a comedy with serious and tragic elements.

Characterwise the main dynamic between the original trio (cat, emily, and caleb.) Juno comes up with the dumb and reckless ideas. She is the one that encourages them to break into the school's basement in the first place, because she wants to see if the ghost rumors are true (they are). Cat is the one who makes the actual plans, who ensures that they don't get into any real trouble. Caleb is the anxiety, he's the one who actively discourages the plans, who voices the concerns. Except for when it comes to certain things, such as his not-so-secret obsession with the paranormal. When it comes to that he and juno are opposites, Juno is terrified of ghosts and hates the supernatural, caleb loves it, while with nearly everything else Juno is fearless and Caleb is terrified, and Cat provides the middle ground between them, as well as negotiating with the cops when they need to, which happens more than their parents would like.

I have more things I could say but this is getting out of hand so i will wrap this up but i love my ocs so much <3 I really should start talking abt them more lmao.

Anyways here is a collection of drawings of (mostly) cat from the past year:

[katebvsh]

What do you do when you feel like cold spiritually, I mean, when you feel a little bit like numb and unable to feel strong emotions, what you will recommend to re-cover the flame, the passion, the interest, the will in things? I feel not depressed but I feel definitely very cold since like a few months and i think is because life push me finally into the circumstances that let me break definitely a like 8 years of limerenece attachment. Now I feel very liberated from many many forms of pain and angst that had been haunting me all this years, but without them I feel like my will and passion had gone too. I don't know. I ask you because I had asked u before about things related with limerence, but if you think is too personal or complicated to give and alive I totally understand. I just can't talk about this kind of mental feeling with anyone in my rl. Have a good day, and as always sorry my english.

Hello anon! Thanks for taking the time to write to me 💕

I’m going to give you a short “general” answer for this. I tried writing down my own personal experiences and it quickly turned into a small novella. If you’re interested in that send me another anon and I’ll include it separately. Or send me a message off anon.

As always, I am not a therapist or psychiatrist so this cannot be taken as a replacement for professional assistance.

1. Make sure you have starved any source of limerent reinforcement. None of this will work if you don’t. Also be careful as you might get reinforcement through indirect means (ex supernatural or magical thinking which can encourage obsessive tendencies). You need to practice self awareness…catch yourself thinking about LO, accept and recognize that you are thinking about LO, forgive yourself and redirect yourself into a more positive activity. You can’t have passion for anything if a tiny part of you is still keeping the door ajar for LO to waltz in.

2. Try to ground yourself in physical reality in healthy ways ex exercise, hobbies, crafts ect. Derive meaning in your life through multiple aspects (eg family, work, friends, hobbies) Have both healthy long term and short term goals. You need to do this even if it feels mechanical and forced at first.

3. Work on your self esteem, focus on you and try to work on understanding what happened, why it happened and the role you actively played in it. Then think of where you have turned things around to your benefit, how you are changing and becoming a better version of yourself.

4. Have reasonable expectations for yourself. Recovery is going to take time, months most definitely, potentially even years. You are in a psychologically vulnerable state rn because you’ve essentially given up the true source of meaning in your life for the past 8 years. Limerence forces you to push yourself and your identity aside (and by extension family, friends and anything that made you truly happy) for the sake of maintaining a singular obsession. You’ll have to slowly rebuild yourself over time while incorporating the limerent period into your life narrative in a realistic but also forgiving way.

The numb feeling is pretty much because you are emotionally drained. It will slowly pass. Essentially force yourself into activities that are positive, even if you feel like a robot or soulless animal while doing them. In the meantime you need to slowly confront the reality of what happened and the role you played in it. How did I get here? Where did I learn to chase love? It has to be processed emotionally AND rationally. If you don’t confront the emotions or the reality of the situation you’ll be stuck. Also try to reach out to friends and family. You need to find ways to accept meaningful love to replace something imaginary.

Let me know if you want the more personal version. I can describe certain thought patterns I remember going though my head. The emotions you will need to confront and resolve include shame, guilt, resentment towards LO and eventually regret that will make you want to reconnect. Acknowledge the emotion when it eventually does surface, understand and accept it with love. Do not identify with and see yourself through these feelings. They are states of mind that are ultimately temporary

In terms of content I would suggest crappy childhood fairy’s videos. They can have some very good advice. I have also attached some articles.

I wish you the best and thank you for reaching out to me 💕

[unadulterated-syd]

is this one still up? looks really fun!

Send in a couple things about you, personality + gender + gender preference,, and I'll give you a character I'd pair you with platonically (add your fandom!!)

so, im an intp, i love horror movies and mystery books (my favs at the moment are those from stalking jack the ripper series yk), im a rock/metal music lover, i draw some stuff and write abt romance&horror (usually they walk together), i play rpg and atm im trying the dungeon master thing. i dont talk to alot of people, that takes tooo much energy, few people think im rude cause tbh i dont have much patience and i dont let people step on me yk, still i care too much abt others (i just dont like them to know it), so i help anyone that asks for it on my own way, but i hate being helped cause talking abt my problems makes me feel weak. also i go for she/her and i dont have any gender preferences.

my fandoms are stranger things, twd, supernatural, wednesday, hp and alice in borderland (yep you dont write abt some of these but i like to talk abt them:])

yes all my events are still up!

like you said, i don't write for all your fandoms, however i can give you a matchup for; stranger things, the walking dead, wednesday and harry potter!

we actually have a LOT in common,, you just seem cooler than me tbh

(id love to talk to u about horror btw)

anyway!

stranger things -> this one id like to put you with eleven hopper!

the way id mostly support this is you seem a lot like max, and those two have one of the best bonds (though i ship elmax this friendship would be platonic)

youd help her with bullying problems and would NOT let her ever feel bad about herself

and tbh i think you guys could be a badass duo (not side kick way cause youd both bring equal amounts to the table)

plus i think will would warm up to you and im sure you could help him with his sexuality issues (we all know he thinks badly of himself)

but el would just really adore you, and you her i think itd be a good friendship all around

(i genuinely think shed be scared of horror movies and then she sees a slasher and then is a fanatic tbh)

the walking dead -> i think i want to put you with glenn

hear me out, him being a poser before the apocalypse and you GENUINELY teaching him about punk/rock, and horror culture

like when hes passionate about something he stands his ground,, and you stand his ground with him (you two always win bc youd always be right)

the two of you BOTH going on the ride in his red car

being friends with him since day 1 of the apocalypse and bonding

helping him in your secretive ways and him noticing it >>

he would hes very good at detecting things like that,, and would be v thankful but wouldnt tell you cause obviously you dont want to talk about it

plus hed silently understand your feelings so u dont need to express them

wednesday -> i give you ajax!!

see hypothetically, i think xaviers the type to also be super into horror and punk/rock

so ajax is already heavily exposed to your interests + i think hed be into some horror

and hes the type to enjoy a light amount of rock/punk

i think hed be big on apocalypse shows for some reason

i feel like neither of tou are comfortable sharing emotions you just kind of know everything about eachother and act accordingly

you guys could geek out over new horror movies and such!!!

plus you and enid would get along really well so you three would be best pals

i think youd bud heads with xavier so the two of you would probably argue a lot and Ajax would bully the two of you about it

Harry Potter -> I want to pair you with Fred and George

i cant even explain this one

you guys just are best friends

and youre the only one that ever gets serious (when you need to ofc)

plus they def dont discuss feelings to one another lets be honest

I hope these work for you!!! :)))

[galvanizedfriend]

HI I ASKED THE BONNIE QUESTION AND NO IT WASNT IRONIC OR POKING FUN. IT WAS HONEST AND GENUINE I PROMISE!!! Omg sooooo sorry if it came across the other way 😭😭❤️❤️ I don’t think I have been around here long enough (but now that I am I forever will be I swear🫰) to see u talk abt bonnie before, so I was just curious bc whenever I rewatch any TVD scenes the handling of her character IRKS me to no end (IDC IF ITS A TEEN SUPERNATURAL CW SHOW) I love u as a writer so I just wanted to hear ur view on things and I agreeeee with everything u wrote. WE LOVE AND WELCOME UR LONG OPINIONS AND THOUGHTS ALWAYS. THEY ARE TRUSTED AND INTELLECTUAL BASED ON WHAT I’VE READ SO THERE HAS BEEN ZERO CLOWNERY DW. 🚫🤡🚫

With REAL AND SINCERE love,

The nonnie who confused u 😭😭❤️❤️

PLEASE HAVE A GREAT DAY

Omg, nonnie! 🤣 I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to doubt your intentions, but I'm such a loser that I'm always like 'why do people want to hear me ramble about shit? this has to be a way to make fun of me' 🥲 My incredible self-esteem, ladies and gents 🥲

Thank you for clarifying that. ❤️ I love to scream my clownery into the void here, so pls don't feel like I was telling you not to send any asks, send them whenever. ❤️

I agree with you there, the way they handled Bonnie was the worst. I'm constantly ranting about Caroline here just cause she was my favorite and I'm obsessed with that stupid ship, and they were very inconsistent and awful with her writing as well, but nobody had it worse than Bonnie (and we all know why 🗣️🗣️🗣️).

I'm sorry for being dumb, nonnie! Hope you have a WONDERFUL DAY too! ✨

[viola-ophelia]

Hi can I get a POTC matchup please!!! It’s been so long since I’ve been in this fandom omg. I’m so happy you’re doing this!

My pronouns are she/her

I’d like to be shipped with a male or female

I’m like the biggest loner. i love spending time alone in my own world doing my own thing. I spend way too much time daydreaming. I literally can go from astrophysics to aliens or dark matter to magic in 20 seconds. Reality, we don’t know her.

I can be quite touchy feely and emotional but do everything to hide it. I struggle with understanding my feelings a lot.

i either overthink or don’t think at all there is no in between. one minute I have a set out plan and the next I’m jumping into things randomly. It’s like I’m either super anxious or am pretending my problems dont exist.

my hobbies include creative coding, digital illustrating, weight lifting, watching movies/shows, playing video games, reading fanfic in the dead of night (you know the 4 am fics hit different).

im obsessed with Starbucks vanilla lattes (Ik so basic) and that’s probably the only reason I actually go outside

My style is pretty much the fandom sections at hot topic from 2012 (the chokers, plaid skirts, combat boots and fandom shirts. Bonus if u add knee socks or fishnets💀)

i absolutely hate the cold, small talk, crowds, and social gatherings. I’m super awkward not in the cute uwu way but In the 😐 way.

if it helps in anyways I’m a Slytherin, intp personality type, and true neutral alignment.

Thanks ❤️

yes you totally can!! thanks for sending in an ask!

i ship you with calypso!

the number 1 thing about calypso is that, like you, she’s incredibly independent and refuses to follow anyone’s whims but her own... which, like the sea, are unpredictable and always changing. this is why i think you’d be a good match, since you’re a loner and often prefer being left to your imagination over being forced to socialise... obviously, calypso is prone to long disappearances, but that doesn’t matter to you, since she always comes back for her love. another thing about you that i think would captivate calypso is your dichotomy. you’re a person of contrasts, feeling things intensely yet trying to hide them from the world, and oscillating between spontaneity and planning... but so is she, that’s the nature of the sea and she finds it more beautiful than anything else. she gets your moods and awkwardness unlike anyone else because she sees them mirrored in herself, i think... and she works hard to be compassionate because she knows all too well how it feels to be mistreated for her own nature. together, i think you and calypso would make a great team at the helm of some kind of supernatural force after she’s freed from her mortal bonds: she reverts back to her human form sometimes to be with you, but you also give her the freedom to be other things too that davy jones couldn’t. the two of you might get caught up in your own world together a little, since neither of you are very social or eager to seek out other pirates for company, but that’s more than ok with both of you. and, to end on a fun note, you can’t convince me that calypso wouldn’t be super into your punk/emo style hehe!! 

[1337wtfomgbbq]

Hey, How're u doing? I really like your passionate posts on defence of John Winchester. I admire John almost as much as Sam and Dean, and I really get irritated with the way the fandom misjudges him. Since I like your insight on John's character would like to ask you about something which I felt the most questionable action of John in season 1. What is your thoughts on John not showing up or showing his concern when Dean was almost dying in Faith? John in his every screen presence comes up to me as a very loving and protective father under the tough exterior, so when Sam called him and it went to voicemail I somehow expected to see him involved in some sort of way. I felt his absence in the whole episode is very cold reaction as a father. Later Dean clearly expresses his resentment directly to him, he kinda admits he was wrong but did not give any explanation which I wanted to know. What is your thought about it? Do you think John is justifiable in this? Or do you headcanon any missing scene to cover the gap (I certainly do a lot)

I'm doing very very good, thank you.

Especially if I come across people that like John as well🤗

I just love big daddy Winchester so much. I do admit that I have a thing for conflicted grey area characters; they are the most human and realistic of them all.

Onto your question. Let's see if we can explain it with canon first.

There is a great timeline on the supernaturalwiki website that I used for this. Because supernaturalwiki is honestly the best researched and sourced supernatural website out there.

And according to what's stated there the timeframe between Faith and Shadow is about a month and a half of absolute radio silence.

(Link right here so you can have a look)

4Why is that important, and why do I say absolute radio silence?

First of all, Faith as an episode comes right after Scarecrow. The very same episode in which John calls the boys, sends them on a hunt and flat out tells them that even them talking right now isn't safe.

Which leads me to assume that John was in some way getting real closer to Azazel, as he mentions demons being everywhere and as Meg showed up the first time in Scarecrow.

Second thing to consider, John doesn't send them on anymore hunts after the Scarecrow one, at least from what I can tell.

Faith: it's actually not stated at all why they went after that Rawhead and how they knew of him

Route 666: Cassie contacts Dean

Nightmare: they take the case because of Sam's premonitions

The Benders: John marked the area in his journal but he didn't send the boys there. Sam made the connection.

Shadow: Sam found the case

This has us enter assumption and headcanon territory, while being able to factore in canon:

• John doesn't send them on a hunt again until Something Wicked

• Between Scarecrow and Faith there is a gap of approximately 1 1/2 months of radio silence

• John tells Sam in Scarecrow he's closing in on YE, that there are demons everywhere and even them talking on the phone isn't safe

I personally think, and I do believe that canon supports this, that John was way too close to Azazel during this month and a half of absolute radio silence, and therefore couldn't risk to intervene, couldn't risk to talk to the boys, maybe he even completely dropped off the map for a bit.

It's definately a case of covering the gap as canon doesn't give us a set in stone explanation.

Though I do explain John's 'coldness' towards Dean's accusation in Salvation with him being way too far gone into soldier mode at this point. Dean himself only mentions John not picking up when he was dying once and also only in an almost passing sentence.

He surely is displeased at John not being reachable, especially about something like this, and by this point he's also pissed about being kept out of the loop; up until that point however, Dean is also very much in soldier mode.

His very dialogue in Faith makes it clear that Dean was prepared to accept the fact that this was the end of the line for him, he's even the one trying to talk Sam out of trying to safe him and doesn't believe Roy could possibly be able heal him.

I do believe that Dean was pissed at his dad for not reacting to Sam's call, but I also believe that this came after the fact. When he had time to stew on it.

I can also acknowledge that what John did wasn't great at all. Though I do factore in the very likely possibility that he was hot on good old YE's tail and couldn't react; and explain his rather cold reaction by him being too far gone into soldier mode.

[jaimebluesq]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself (or don't), publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) the serotonin is in Ao3, but it's also in your blog. you're amazing.

Ugh, why are these so hard? Okay, gonna try for positivity.

I'm a good singer - don't do it often and haven't played my guitar in years, but when I do, I like to hear myself.

I'm a very fast typer - like omfg I used to take secretarial classes and when I was really in the zone, I could type 100wpm. It helps a lot when writing because I can get the thoughts down as they come without worrying that I'll lose the idea in the time it takes to type it out.

I genuinely believe people are mostly good, that even the worst person has a kernel of goodness in them. I don't believe in supernatural good or evil, just humanity, which is dirty and complicated - but in the end, mostly good.

I love that I'm a mutli-shipper. If all I did was write SangCheng (whom I absolutely adore!), I'm sure my creativity would fizzle and stagnate. I love exploring different dynamics and scenarios, and you just can't always do that with the same two people.

That I'm perfectly okay doing things by myself. I've talked to people who never travel anywhere alone, some who wouldn't even go to a movie theatre by themselves, and I just... if I had to wait for someone to do something with me, I'd never have been to Halifax, to the Daytona 500, to fan conventions, to Montreal to see Mika, to Toronto to see We Will Rock You and Evil Dead: The Musical... I'm happy that I'm an independent person who is at ease making her way in the world on her own.

Thank you for the ask and trying to bring some positivity to the world - I really do appreciate it :D

[janesramblings]

Could you do a one shot based on @aceandnancy 's drabble prompt where their daughter asks when they fell in love with each other and it's the same moment?

oooo i love this!! I saw that prompt and i think jane was going to write something so if i stole her thunder,,, oh well too slow I guess. 

“Mom how do you know when you’re in love?” Kate asks her mother over dinner. Nancy sighs. Her twin daughters (Lucy and Kate, named after Nancy’s mothers) were suddenly both very invested in love and romance. 

“You feel like you’re hit by a truck,” Nancy says dryly as she spears a potato with her fork. Lucy and Ace are out of town at Lucy’s swim meet, so it’s just the two of them. 

“Mom I’m being serious!” Kate objects. 

“As am I,” Nancy says, pushing the plate of asparagus towards her daughter. Kate huffs. Unlike Lucy, Kate is very vegetable adverse. 

“Okay, so if it feels like being hit by a truck, why do people always want to be in love?”

Nancy considers this for a moment. “Well, maybe not like being hit a truck,” she admits. “It’s more like a really surprising realization, and then you carry on from there.”

“You’re not being helpful here Mom,” Kate says. She got her attitude from her mother. 

“I’m taking a leaf out of Grandpa Ryan’s book,” Nancy responds, unaffected. 

Kate rolls her sharp blue eyes. She tugs on her coppery red hair, a few shades lighter than Nancy’s. “Okay, well, when was the moment you fell in love with Dad?”

Nancy pauses. Of course she knows the moment she fell in love with Ace, but she’s not sure how to explain why the circumstance came around. Kate and Lucy know their parents are detectives at the Horseshoe Bay Police Department, but they don’t know that Ace and Nancy’s specialized department focuses on the supernatural, a department that came about after Ace and Nancy’s dabblings with ghosts in their teenage years. 

“Mom?” Kate prompts.

“Oh right, well, when I was taking my gap year after Grandma Kate died,” (The girls knew about Nancy’s adoption, and they seemed to take it in stride. Their only complaint is that the have three living grandfathers but only one living grandmother), “my friends and I got into a sticky situation.”

“What kind of sticky situation?”

“Well, we angered someone from Aunt Bess’s family, and we were trying to make it right. And your father got mad at me for angering the person in the first place.”

“So you fell in love with him?” Kate wrinkles her pointed nose the way her father does when he’s confused. 

Nancy smiles, feeling a rush of affection towards her daughter and the antics she got from her father. “No honey, I realized that I was very unhappy when I didn’t have your father to talk to. Which then made me realize that he was practically the only person I wanted to talk to when I had a problem. Or when I was happy. Or, whenever anything happened really.”

Kate stares at her for a moment. “Okay. That’s cool.” She nods her head once. “May I be excused?”

“Sure, come back if you want to talk or have ice cream with me.”

“Okay,” Kate says, sliding out of her chair. Nancy shakes her head at her daughter as she goes.

Kate runs up the stairs, sliding down the hall until she barges into her room and grabs her phone from her bed. Just asked, she types, it was a rly weird answer, u ask now. She sends the text, drops her phone back onto her bed, and heads back downstairs. Ice cream really didn’t sound that bad now that her mother mentioned it.

The text Kate sent is received by Lucy a few moments later. She looks down at her phone from the front seat of her father’s car. He keeps glancing at her every few moments to make sure that her soaked blonde head doesn’t soil the upholstery of his vintage car. Lucy reads the text, smiles a little, and shifts in her seat to turn to her dad. “Dad?”

“Yeah?” Ace glances over at her to make sure her head is off the headrest.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. But if you’re asking about your meet again, you did an amazing job, you don’t have to beat your PR every time.” Nancy’s competitive nature is frustrating enough in Nancy, but when it comes to his daughters, Ace feels completely out of his depth. He often laments to Nick that his daughters ended up being mini-Nancys, something that did not vibe with his pacifist nature.

“Oh, well, it’s not about that,” Lucy pauses. “Even though you’re wrong and I failed spectacularly.”

Ace rolls his eyes as he changes lanes. He grips the steering wheel tighter in anticipation for whatever was about to come out of Lucy’s mouth.  “When did you know you were in love with Mom?”

Oh. That’s a pretty reasonable question, especially from Lucy, who at one point was determined to to put mayonnaise on the floor of her room so she could slide around like she once saw in a cartoon. “That’s a good question Luce,” Ace says, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he thinks. 

“I know,” Lucy says.

He doesn’t answer until he takes the exit off the highway for Horseshoe Bay. “I think it was when your mom took her gap year after her mother died.”

“Adopted mom right? The one Kate’s named after?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Well, your mom angered some person in Aunt Bess’s family-”

“Who?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Why?”

“Because they forgave us, so.”

“How’d they forgive you?”

“Lucy do you want the answer?”

“Right. Sorry. Carry on.”

“Thank you.” Ace smiles a little as he drives past The Claw. “It was actually in The Claw when I realized. Your mom had gotten us into a pretty bad situation, and I was angry at her.”

“Really? You’re never mad!”

“Exactly. So your mom pointed it, and I told her I was really just scared. It took me a little while to forgive her. And in my anger, I thought about why I was mad in the first place.”

“Wow, I would never think when I’m mad.”

“I know,” Lucy really was just like Nancy. “Well, I was sitting after work and Aunt George came over to ask my why I was sitting like a useless rock.” Lucy giggled. Aunt George’s sharp tongue never dulled, but Lucy and Kate, along with the Nickerson - Fan kids, are never really affected. The same can’t be said for Bess and Lisbeth’s adopted daughter, however. “And I told her I was mad at Nancy and it was killing me. Do you know what she told me?”

“What?”

“That I was scared for her because I cared about her. Well, actually, because I loved her. So yeah,” Ace pulls his car into the driveway behind Nancy’s car. “That was the moment I realized I was in love with your mom.”

“That’s cool,” Lucy says as she jumps out of the car. “I’m gonna shower!” 

Ace shakes his head at his daughter as he follows her into the house, pausing on his way to the living room to hang up Lucy’s discarded coat and put her gym bag in the laundry room. He finds Nancy curled up on the couch with a tub of ice cream when he enters the living room. She silently hands him a spoon and the tub. Ace sits, leans over to kiss her, and takes the dessert. “You know Nance, Lucy asked me a really weird question today.”

“No weirder than Katie’s I hope.”

“Well, I’m not sure about Kate, but Lucy wanted to know when I fell in love with you.”

“Really? Kate asked the same thing.” Nancy takes the tub from him, scoops out a heaping spoonful, and hands it back. 

“What did you say?”

“What did you say?” Nancy counters.

“I asked first,” Ace points out.

“True. It was when you were mad at me for dragging everyone into the aglaeca stuff.” Ace smiles at his wife. “What?” she asks.

“I said the same thing. I realized that I was scared to lose you because I love you.”

It was Nancy’s turn for a goofy grin to overtake her face. She pulled the ice cream out of Ace’s hands and snuggled up next to him. Ace wrapped his arms around her and kissed her nose, smiling when she wrinkles it. “I realized that I can’t spend a day without you,” she admits. Ace’s smile grows. He knows that saying this out loud is taking a lot of effort for Nancy, so he doesn’t respond. He just pulls her tighter against him and rests his head on hers.

“I love you Nancy Drew.”

“And I love you Ace.”

[kittywaffles97]

Ok so,just finished "Not your (fucking) friend" and I'm!!!!!!!! SCREAMING!!!

The side character's relationships,the main ship,I can't 😭😭😭 it was so good djjssjjsjs

Jisung throughout the whole fic was so cute sTOP,the scene he was shifted and ate Minho's food/laid his head on his lap PLEASE 🥺 I was screeching 😭 I'm so happy those two talked and figured it out,everyone were so sick of their bs and honestly FELT 😂 It was entertaining watching them struggle keep their hands to themselves tho,loved that tension LMAOOOO It build up a perfect mood for the spicy scene and MmmMMmMmmMMmM 😌😌😌

Also I LOVE how the ending goes and Jisung/Chan/Changbin won't have to just let their boyfriends go djjsjdjsjs THEY'RE GOING TO BE ALL TOGETHER 😭😭😭 (AYO what about seungmin and innie tho 🤨🧐🤔)

Oooooooooooo talking about Jeongin,why was he staring at Minho? I've been trying to figure it out and I guessed he was maybe jealous or something?

Also chan did stare at Minho at one point and stopped bc of Changbin and hmmm I wonder why 🤔

Before I end up sending a whole essay tho I'd better stop and thank u for writing and sharing this fic talented bub,I hope u have a nice day 💖

Hi anon! Before anything, thank you for reading NyFF and taking time to send something, I appreciate it a lot!

This fic (monster) took me months to get the atmosphere right and to shape the dialogue and the plot correctly, so I'm happy it worked and gave you something to scream about!!! I had a lot of fun writing it and planning it out, and if you had fun reading it, it's all that matters! Lots of scened just happened tho, some were planned, but I wanted the action to be "realistic" while still being fantasy so I kinda created a lot of side-lore to give it more oomph if u kno what I mean 🧐🧐

You can absolutely write an essay about it tho (I can't stop u) and speculate all you want, BUT I can give some answers!!!..... Which is why this is gonna become an essay, brace yourself,,,,

I'll start with Innie! The short answer is that he's asking himself lots of questions.

The long answer is that he's a fox, and foxes usually are solitary. They're also usually associated with mystery and the supernatural, hence the weird behavior when compared to wolves. Of course, it's not just that, because Innie's part wolf and tries to adapt to people's behavior around him, especially when he wants to fit in. Here, he wants to be liked by Seungmin (he is) and tries to understand his relationship with Minho. You might not have noticed, but Minho appears, to the wolves in the story, to be the dominant of his group of humans. Innie, by observing him and judging his reactions, is trying to understand where he must stand in what he thinks is similar to wolf pack dynamics. He's also the youngest of them all and surprised to see humans and shifters together because he doesn't know much of his own parents who were also different species. By observing Minho (and his courtship with Jisung) he's trying to determine how to approach Seungmin, and to see if Minho would be willing to give his blessing as Seungmin's closest dominant.

Next up is Chan!!! who is just super confused about the signals Minho's giving. I mean, he says he doesn't want a relationship, panics about it, but then he comes back hours later smelling like Jisung, so Chan's kinda like ???????

As for the staring, wolves don't talk much about courtship and stuff cuz they can take hints easily, which humans can't cuz they can't catch scents and the elements of body language necessary to understand what's going on. Chan, on the other hand, is picking up lots of signals and doesn't know what to make of them. As the "dominant" of his group of friends (because he's the eldest son of the pack leader and the oldest of his friends) he's worried about Jisung and worried about Minho who is now part of his pack through Felix. When Changbin intervenes, it's to tell him to relax and let them be, because Bin understands that humans are clueless about lots of stuff and it's stupid to expect them to act like wolves. His thought process is different cuz where Felix knows some of their customs, Hyunjin's clueless af cuz he's a biologist and not a sociologist.

To finish on something less lore-y, Seungmin and Innie will eventually end up together, because Innie isn't really tied up to a place and will eventually leave the village to discover the world and human society.

On that note, thank you so much for giving me feedback, it made my day 🥺 (and allowed me to ramble which I appreciate 😂), and I hope you're having a nice day and that my rambling brought you some explanation! 💜💜💜💜💜

[scribbledquillz]

For your fic ask thingie, I'm low key curious about all of them, but that is a lot... so how about D for bloodletter AU, K, L, S, and U? 😁

Fanfic Ask Meme - still accepting!

Thank you so much for sending these in, @siriskulk!

D. for Bloodletter AU - Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I'm SO GLAD you asked this one, because I've been putting off making a legit playlist for my vampire disasters for too long. The end song count was 28 - so to save you and my dash I'll just pick a few of my faves.

1. You Ain't Comming Back - Zeal & Ardor

These stairs don't have anywhere to lead you Who cares if you're lost like the others? Don't let anybody step into the circle now Don't let anybody tell you that you're safe All these days gonna pass like a grass fire Don't let anybody tell you that you're safe

2. River - Bishop Briggs

Tales of an endless heart Cursed is the fool who's willing Can't change the way we are One kiss away from killing

3. Silvertongue - Young the Giant

Clothes on the floor, but the bed's on the ceiling Slurring my lines, but I'm nailing the meaning I'll say what you want me to say But talk only gets in the way Rolling our eyes, no more words to describe how we lose control

4. Supernatural - World's First Cinema

I ask questions of the darkness And it answered back I felt it creepin through my veins Before it all went black And I smell fire the taste of brimstone It takes control As I surrender to the beast

5. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Fall Out Boy

All the writers keep writing what they write Somewhere another pretty vein just dies I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see That you're the antidote to everything except for me A constellation of tears on your lashes Burn everything you love Then burn the ashes In the end everything collides My childhood spat back the monster that you see

(Trimming this beast now before it gets out of control lol)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Ohhh that's a genuine tough one. I used to write a lot more angsty stuff back in the day before I decided I needed a happy ending to look forward to at the very least. I would say it's probably a tie between an abandoned F!Hawke/Fenris fic I had where Hawke was turned tranquil by rogue Templars after the Chantry boom, and my original timeline for Revka and Zevran. It involved Zev being out of the picture for a literal decade without Revka knowing why he left and a son Zevran didn't get to meet until said years went by. I like the way I have things ending for them now much, much more.

L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with?

Another tie between a Mad Max style post-apocalypse Undertale AU and a Solarpunk art deco / art nouveau style Dragon Age AU involving basically the entire cast from all three games. They were both ridiculous and I loved them.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Give me all the slow burns. I'm such a sucker for a long, drawn out romance with a bunch of near misses and tender moments building up slowly over time.

I also am an unabashed monster lover, so aus where one member of a ship is like - a mermaid, a werewolf *cough cough* a vampire *cough cough* or something like that are all going to have me making huge heart eye emojis.

Other big faves include arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, star crossed lovers, both people thinking their feelings are unrequited, and a massive helping of friends to friends with benefits to the benefits getting messy because "Oh no I caught FEELINGS".

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

Technically I've already written for them, but I don't think one drabble counts in the grand scheme. I would really love a chance to develop and write more of Imakai Adaar and Varric. I feel like they would start very firmly in the friends to friends with benefits territory, but I see a lot of delicious deep but carefully hidden pining from Kai, as well as some pining on Varric's end mixed up in some very complicated emotions around lingering feelings for Bianca and his reluctance to "betray" her / his devotion to her. Not to mention adding in the potential for Cole to accidentally reveal things they don't exactly feel ready for the other to know and it's just - *chef's kiss*.