#this has been helping me getting my writing mojo back

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hi everyone it's Wednesday <3 I'm excited so I'm just gonna start tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @pocket-vvardvark @dirty-bosmer @changelingsandothernonsense @bougainvillea-and-saltwater

@lucien-lachance @firefly-factory @scholarlyhermit @sheirukitriesfandom @umbracirrus @lillxart @ladytanithia

@sanza-17 @captain-of-silvenar

I'm working on some Theomar for Valentine's Day/Heart's Day so this snippet is explicit because it's them, it's the holiday for lovers of course they are going to smash <3 MDNI Under the cut for smut:

Placing the wine down, Ondolemar decides not to wait for her to push him to the brink. The hand on her thigh inches inward while his other cups the warm flesh of her breasts. As a small moan erupts from her, his lips begin dotting her neck in bitemarks in between the loose strands of hair falling from her braid. The fuller moan this earns him much more satisfying. As is the reddish hue emerging on her tanned skin from his handiwork, marking her in the shape of him. 

“I know what you want, Theodora.” Despite her shallow breaths, the circles he traces on her inner thigh, his love finds the resolve to quip back. Denying the sensations are overwhelming her as he knows they are. Yet with slurred and shaken words, she speaks. 

“And what is that?” 

“You want my cock inside you, is that right?”

“Yes.” Neediness drips from her voice as the pretense is dropped. No longer tracing her inner thigh, his fingers have moved to her centre, running along the outline of her entrance. The view from this angle, steam rising off the exposed skin of breasts while the rest remains hidden beneath the bath, several of the flower petals stuck to them. Absolutely divine.  

“Say it.” Perhaps it was cruel of him to bite her earlobe immediately following this request, any words she could have mustered turn into frustrated whines upon vocalization. “I do love the sounds you make but that’s not an answer.”

“Have I ever told you that you have an ego?” She groans. “Always so demanding.”

“I have it under good authority that you’re rather fond of those parts of me.” In fact she preferred it. “And I would not consider that to be a demand, Theodora. Although if you wish it to be one…” The blissful, grinning expression he can see glancing at the side of her face. More still how her hips buck into his hand greedy for him to offer her something, some touch to ease her arousal. His own becoming more difficult to ignore but it would be worth it in time. Clear that she wants a command, the former commander gives her one. “Beg.” One word, simple. “Do so well enough and I can be persuaded.” 

Ondolemar had no intentions to withhold pleasure from her, this too was a part of their dance, enticing each other back and forth was almost as good as the act itself. Almost. He vowed never to deny her anything, already an unthinkable notion; it is utterly impossible with her response. Words not shaken as earlier, nor faint and breathy, no struggle found as he once again remembers one of the things he’s always liked about her. A quality he long appreciated before any of their deeper feelings were present; if ever such a time truly existed. Perhaps he was doomed that night. Heavily intoxicated, not unlike he is now, when he let himself behave as what he referred to as sloppily at the time. All that to say the trait was as present then as it is now:   

Theodora knew what she wanted. 

[ladykettlechips]

Despite what I wrote in my update post, some of my writing mojo has started to return! It's not back completely, but I am currently working on something based on what I think might happen after the scene in s3 where Anthony and Kate talk to Colin about marriage and how it takes work (though Anthony certainly thinks their marriage is easy and it's so damn cute how sulky he gets!

It isn't perfect, but here's a snippet if you want to have read~

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“So you think our marriage is imperfect?”

Stilling her hand, the task of unpinning her hair soon forgotten, Kate huffed out a sigh and turned to look at her husband. There in the doorway he stood, chest puffed out with unwavering pride, though his eyes suggested otherwise; somewhere, etched within the gaze he laid upon his wife, there was a flicker of hurt, of a need to understand.

Gripping the back of her chair tight, Kate quelled the desire to pull her lower lip between her teeth.

“Jaa nu, I simply wanted to—”

“That you find it hard work?”

Kate rolled her eyes. “You are certainly hard work, at times,” she muttered, mostly to herself, and moved to face her dresser, returning to the task of unpinning her hair.

Doing her best to ignore the tiresome man behind her, Kate tried to ignore the thrill that skittered over her skin when she heard Anthony step into the room. She could not still the tremble of her fingers, however, when she took out three more pins, each thick coil of hair growing heavier against her back while the door clicked shut. The scrape of a key turning in its lock seemed faint to her ears, yet it still sent an earnest ripple down her spine.

Swallowing thickly, Kate’s eyes turned downcast when the heavy thud of her husband’s footsteps only grew closer, his silence almost deafening before he finally halted mere inches away from her.

She felt the weight of his hands first, heavy on the back of her chair. Then there was the tickle of his breath against her neck, the gentle brush of his nose upon her skin before he inhaled, pulling from within a low, deep groan. Kate could not help but moan at the sound, her head falling to her shoulder to allow Anthony better access, to take her in like he always did. Her eyelids fluttering closed, Kate leaned back, the gentle caress of her husband so achingly close...

“Tell me, wife,” Anthony began, his voice warm and dangerously low against her ear. “Is our marriage truly so difficult that you must voice such concerns to my brother?”

Kate blinked, looking into the vanity mirror to see her husband’s face. Despite his face being so close to hers, his lips barely pressed against her neck and those eyes so dark even in the candlelight, he seemed quite stern.

“You do dwell on such trivial matters,” she sighed heavily and, with a gentle shake of her head, turned slightly towards Anthony until her cheek was pressed against his, the light scratch of his stubble comforting. “I had simply meant to console him, Anthony. Colin is understandably nervous and it is my belief that, while your parents marriage and our own have been happy ones, it is not always the fairy tale that we have painted it to be.”

“So you find our marriage trivial?”

An exasperated noise came from Kate’s lips and, turning herself to face her husband, placed one hand over his while the other found its way into his hair, her nails scratching soothingly against his scalp.

“Why must you be so… so…”

“Exasperating? Much like our marriage?”

Kate fought the urge to slap him for such cheek. Instead she held his gaze, her eyes narrowing at Anthony’s impertinence.

“Disagreeable, Anthony,” she ground out, the corners of her mouth quickly turning downwards. “You must know that I simply wanted to inform our brother that effort must be made to create a harmonious marriage, one that is not simply based on passion, but also filled with compromise.” Pausing, Kate squeezed his hand beneath hers and said, almost earnestly “A marriage built on a foundation of love, much like our own.”

Her hand slid from Anthony’s hair to cup his jaw, her thumb stroking soothing circles against his cheek. Leaning into her touch, Anthony let out a sigh of his own, his gaze not once leaving Kate’s. Then, the corners of his lips began to curve upwards, sparks of gold dancing in his eyes in the low candlelight.

“So you wish to compromise me, Viscountess?” His voice was teasing and light, his lips barely a breath away from hers. “Even though I can be quite… disagreeable.”

Unable to suppress the shudder that wracked through her body, Kate began to nod, only to shake her head when she felt the slide of Anthony’s palm against her arm.

“Yes,” she whispered, beginning to feel herself lean forward as Anthony’s hand slipped beneath her hair to cup the back of her neck. “No. I mean... What I meant to say is…"

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I wanted some bickering to follow that scene, so here it is... 👀 TEEHEE!

[vodika-vibes]

Could I please request a mystic same faces gods au with Echo, I feel like Echo would be the god of the people who are physically and mentally affected by war or something.

I also like that Rex could maybe be the god of survivors guilt a more last one standing type thing, the good and the bad, because I saw you were having trouble writing for him.

No hurry on this I know you have a shit ton of requests, so be sure to pace yourself and don't feel bad for taking time off for writing.

Accidents Happen

Summary: War has swept through your small village. The Imperial army has killed almost everyone. You’re one one a handful of people who managed to escape the slaughter. And now you have to bury your people.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1996

Prompt: Mystic AU - Same faced gods AU

Warnings: Reader survives two massacres

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So it took me a little bit to come up with an idea that I was happy with. And, while I'll never say migraines are good, taking two days off back-to-back seems to have helped me get my mojo back. Anyway, I hope this is close to what you wanted!

It’s hot.

So very hot.

You push a strand of sweaty hair out of your face and then kneel next to the small canoe that you’ve been repairing for the better part of the day. Confident that it’s as repaired as it needs to be, for what it’s going to be used for, you straighten and wave toward a man near the water.

He waves back and then says something to the teenager standing in front of him before he turns and jogs over to you. “This one all set?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s not perfect, but it’ll work.”

He kneels and checks on your work before he nods once. “You didn’t do half bad. Good enough for someone who has never done this before.”

You shrug, “Thanks, I guess.”

He shoots you a sympathetic look, and lightly touches your shoulder, “We’re almost done here.”

“And then what?”

He averts his gaze, “I don’t know, kiddo. I really don’t. But, we’ll make it through this.” He squeezes your shoulder, “Will you go and make sure that the bows are all in working order?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good lass,” He pauses, “We’re going to be okay. You’ll see.”

You’re not sure you believe him. You’re not sure you want to believe him, but you don’t have the energy to argue with him. So you just nod and turn to trudge towards the hunter’s hut.

Three days ago, you joined your uncle and cousin on a fishing trip upriver. It was supposed to be a fun day, you were going to teach your cousin how to repair fishing nets, and your uncle was going to teach him how to find the best places to lay nets, and throw out a line.

A sudden violent storm forced the three of you to take refuge in a cave miles from home. The storm raged for hours, and you were only able to return to the fishing village after your uncle determined that it was safe to get back on the water.

You returned to the aftermath of a massacre. 

Homes burned to the ground, market stalls shattered in pieces, and bodies strewn across the place.

There were no survivors.

But then, when the Empire decides that a place no longer deserves to exist, it’s quickly wiped off the map.

This brings it up to two massacres that you’ve survived since you were born. The first one happened when you were a child, your Uncle had always been a loud adversary against Palpatine and the Empire, and the Empire decided that his whole family needed to die for it.

That time you escaped with a missing arm and severe burns across the majority of your back. Though almost your entire family survived the massacre.

You suppose there was no way you were going to get that lucky twice.

Which brings you to now.

It’s not possible to bury the dead, the village is too close to the water, so the village practices water burials. When done right, they’re beautiful and tastefully done.

However, with only three people, and one of them under the age of 15, these funerals aren’t going to be beautiful or comforting. It’s just going to be another reminder of everything you’ve lost.

And you’ve lost everything.

You stand in front of the Hunters hut, your hands, both flesh and metal, are shaking, and all you want to do is close your eyes and pretend that the last week never happened, and you can open your eyes and your mom will be there again—

But that’s not possible anymore. 

Your mom is dead. Just like your dad. And your brothers.

And you come to the stark realization that you can’t do this.

You drop your hand to your side and then pull your hands to your chest. You can’t do this. You can’t be here. You can’t stay here.

It’s too much. It’s all too much.

With that final thought, you turn on your heels and you run into the forest.

You’re vaguely aware of your uncle and your cousin calling your name, but you ignore them.

Maybe, if you run far enough fast enough, everything will stop hurting. 

You run until your lungs are burning and your legs are aching, and then you keep going. You run and run and run until the moon rises over the horizon and your legs collapse under you.

A roll of thunder jerks you from your spiraling thoughts. Slowly, you push yourself to your aching feet and look around the dark forest, looking for shelter. 

There.

Not far from where you finally collapsed is a massive tree. If nothing else, the branches will offer you some shelter from the weather. Though, as you approach the tree, you realize that there’s a hollow beneath the tree.

It’s risky. Very risky.

But a sharp crack of lightning loud enough to make you flinch encourages you to toss caution to the wind as you carefully lower yourself into the hollow.

The hollow is bigger than you expect.

The tunnel leads deeper and deeper beneath the tree until you trip over a tree root and fall into a room that can only be described as magic. If only because the moment you fall into the room, braziers light up with a warm flame.

Warm in the sense that the moment they light, the coldness that’s sunk into your very bones since the day you discovered the massacre lessens, and you feel like you can breathe for the first time in days.

You shift so that you’re sitting properly, and look around the room properly.

The walls seem to be made up of roots from the tree sitting over you, while the ground feels like it’s some kind of stone.

Most interesting is the bed nestled against the wall. The bed looks clean and the blankets look warm. And, even though the bed looks brand new, it doesn’t look like anyone has been down here aside from you in ages.

Thunder rumbles loudly above you and you nervously bite your lower lip, before slowly walking over and sitting on the bed. It’s softer than you expected, like something from another life, rather than a random bed found under a random tree miles from civilization, and you can’t help but run your hand across the soft, almost velvety, material of the blanket.

When was the last time you had the chance to enjoy something nice like this?

Years, probably.

Surely there’s no harm in sleeping here, just until the storm finishes. Just until you feel better. Until you feel like you can face your uncle without screaming at him for ruining your life.

You kick off your shoes and lay your head on the pillow, burying yourself in the soft blanket and the soft material, and drifting off into the best sleep you’ve had in years.

You wake the following morning feeling more rested than you’ve ever felt in your life.

There were no nightmares, no memories of burning skin or laughing monsters lurking in the shadows. You still feel like you’re in a dream, kind of.

You feel warm, floaty…and safe.

You can’t remember the last time you felt safe.

Slowly you sit up, though you really don’t want to, and you’re about to swing your legs off the bed when you notice the strange man sitting at a table that definitely wasn’t there the night before.

He graces you with a small smile, “Good morning,”

In your experience, a strange man in your sleeping quarters is not generally a good thing, but you aren’t afraid of him. Actually, you still feel very safe.

“...good morning.” You greet slowly.

His smile widens, and you can’t help but notice that he has a nice smile. “Did you sleep well?”

You consider him for a moment, “I did. Better than I have since I was an infant, probably.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He stands, and you note that he has a prosthetic arm, and both of his legs are prosthetics. “My name is Echo, this,” He gestures to the room with his prosthetic hand, “you can call it my temple.”

“Temple?” You ask as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You notice his gaze drop to your legs, specifically the burn scars on your left leg. Normally you’d toss the blanket over your leg, and make a smart comment about how staring is rude, but you have the feeling that he isn’t judging you.

“Temple.” Echo agrees. He crosses the room to you and kneels at your feet, it feels wrong, somehow, but you can’t quite put into words why it feels so wrong, “I am the Patron God of the innocents who have been irreversibly harmed by war.”

His flesh hand brushes against the scars on your leg, and for once, you don’t jerk your leg away.

“I don’t understand.”

His smile is sad, “You summoned me.”

“I didn’t.”

He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, “Unlike my brothers, I can only be summoned under a very specific set of circumstances. Involving physical injury,” He lightly touches his prosthetic hand to yours, “and mental anguish.”

“That’s an awful way to have to be summoned.” You finally say.

He chuckles, “Well, because of the very specific requirements of my summoning, this is the first time I’ve been summoned.”

“I’m sorry, you must have been busy—”

“Not so busy that I couldn’t come when called,” There’s something strangely fond about the look on his face, and you can’t help but reach up and brush your fingers against the ports on the side of his head, “I also admit to being excited to finally having a priestess.”

That should make you nervous, right?

“But I didn’t summon you intentionally.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately,” Echo replies, amused.

“I don’t know anything about being a priestess.” You add with a small frown.

He lightly pulls you off the bed so that you’re sitting in his lap, and his forehead lightly presses against your own. “Close your eyes.” Immediately, and without really thinking about it, you do as he asks. “Good, very good. Do you feel it, cyare? There’s the beginning of a bond—”

He trails off as you find the thin thread connecting yourself to Echo. It’s thin and wispy, like a spider thread, though you have the feeling that it won’t break easily. 

You lightly touch the thread and feel a surge of affection from Echo, and you can’t help the small sigh that falls from your lips. “Is that…you?”

“It is.”

“It feels like it should be stronger,” You murmur.

“It will become stronger, once we solidify the bond.” Echo promises, “That will come naturally, we don’t have to rush.”

You hum softly, although—

“We don’t have to, but you want to,” You notice, as you focus on the bond for a moment. His, slightly flustered, embarrassment washes through you, and you open your eyes to peer at him.

He looks slightly sheepish, “I’d like to get to know you before I take you to bed. Doesn’t mean that I don’t want you, though.”

Slowly you nod your understanding, and then you close your eyes again. Echo makes you feel warm and safe, and you could drown yourself in him if he let you.

His fingers are warm against your jaw, “Can I kiss you, cyare?” Echo murmurs, “I think it’s a good first step.”

You nod once and tilt your head slightly. He leans in and brushes his lips against yours in an innocent kiss, and then he kisses you properly, his hand settling firmly on the back of your neck while his other arm wraps securely around your waist.

Echo breaks the kiss and releases a contented sigh, “I’m going to take care of you, cyare.” He murmurs against your lips, “Everything is going to be alright. I promise.”

And, for the first time since childhood, you believe it.

[sophaeros]

julian casablancas for mojo magazine, november 2024 / issue 372 (x x)

Rock'n'roll Confidential: Julian Casablancas

The Strokes/Voidz mainman talks entitlement, respect and Arctic Monkeys

3AM (Pacific Coast Time) is an atypical hour to schedule an interview. But here's Julian Casablancas, zooming from Los Angeles, where the singer, for so long synonymous with the grit and glamour of New York City, has lived since 2020. He's a busy man: as well as fronting long-running garage rock classicists The Strokes - whose sixth album The New Abnormal won a Grammy in 2020 - he's found a refuge of sorts in his experimental, '80s synths-enabled group The Voidz, whose new LP Like All Before You is imminent. Talking to MOJO, Casablancas remains in shadow, his eyes occasionally reflecting dim light. "I can be a vampire," he promises. "You want a real rock star, bro? But I can be flexible and go into family mode too…"

What are you doing up at 3am, talking to MOJO? It's about the only time I have free. The rest of the time, it's videos and working with managers, going to concerts, social things… so l go all the way around, to crazy night hours.

The new album starts with Overture and ends with Walk Off - is there a concept lurking within? I guess a little. Maybe subconsciously. It hopefully hits if you have taken mushrooms. I had just watched Gone With The Wind, and they used to have overtures at the beginning of movies, and then we end the album with a synthesizer version. But it is not a rock opera story. If anything, the concept was going to be a one-word album title. At first, it was Zeal, then Perseverance.

How do you switch mindsets between Voidz and Strokes songwriting? Voidz songs are where my mind has been pushing me, and where I want to go, and where I am. But the ability or capability or muscle memory of writing Strokes-sequel stuff is just always going to be there. When those songs appear, it makes more sense to put them in each category, but it's not always that clear. But there's more 'no-limits' with The Voidz.

You recently said, "My current solution is to tour with The Strokes and then use the money to record with The Voidz." How did that happen? Years of drama and betrayals and horseshit (laughs). Honestly, l am cool with most of the dudes, and now we're more mature. It's not what I set out to do, but it's a fun, cool day job that I feel blessed to have. But let's just say I was only in a band called Zog, and whatever I worked on 10 years ago in Zog, I would not be interested in any more, I'm only interested in what I'm working on now. It's just the nature of music and creativity, you know?

What did you set out to do with The Strokes? I just wanted to challenge boundaries, and to have an ambitious collective of respectful teammates. Is that The Voidz? For me, yes.

The cliché about Strokes issues is that you were rich kids who weren't hungry enough. Any truth in that? Success affects people in different ways. I'd say there are some elements, probably from me as well, where you can be entitled… all kinds of bands have fallings outs and drama. It wasn't like, Oh, we don't need the money. I think it did take a lot of hunger to get there, but then after you've achieved something, when everyone is kissing each individual member's ass… OK, let's get back to work and do it again. It was like, Uh, no thanks. That's my assessment.

The Arctic Monkeys song Star Treatment starts out, "I just wanted to be one of The Strokes." What was your reaction? I thought, Be careful what you wish for. It was funny, and flattering. I have a lot of respect for Alex and those boys.

Tell us something you've never told an interviewer before. I've been trying to communicate with crows lately. I heard they have an intricate sonic language, but I haven't had any luck. It occurred to me that food would help, so I was trying to feed one M&M's earlier, but he wasn't having it. People can catch me making weird noises, trying to mimic the crow. I think the crows are more startled than the humans.

As told to Martin Aston

JULIAN, DOPE Five of Casablancas's crackers.

Brian Eno Burning Airlines Give You So Much More (ISLAND, 1974)

Benny Goodman Good-Bye (VICTOR, 1936)

Kate Bush Why Should I Love You? (EMI, 1993)

Max Richter Path 5 (Delta) (DEUTSCHE GRAMMOPHON, 2015)

BEAK> Secrets (INVADA, 2024)

[infiniteeight8]

Would you consider non-con? Any level. Stephen bottom, please!

I absolutely would! 😀 

And of course this one got long. LOL.

For folks unfamiliar with the type of non-con I write, it can be best described as “he doesn’t want it, but he does enjoy it.” My fic As Much As You Want Me To is an excellent example. The intention is that the reader takes it as hot, not traumatic. That doesn’t mean it won’t trigger folks, though—it’s still non-con. You know your triggers best.

Tony is obviously a bit OOC here as well. I do my best to keep him close, but the premise requires flexibility.

Under the cut for multiple reasons, along with an extra warning just in case folks click through without reading. (It happens!)

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This is an explicit non-con ficlet. Back out now if that is not your jam!

Stephen has been hanging in the Tktk’tk web for what feels like—and probably has been, but he can’t know for sure because there’s no timepiece within view—hours when he finally hears the door of the isolation room open; he’s facing away from it, so he can’t see who has come in.

“The Tktk’tk has been banished,” Stephen calls out, “but I had a… mishap when attempting to clear the web. Assistance would be appreciated.” Silently, he hopes it’s one of the students, rather than Wong. He’ll never hear the end of it if it’s Wong.

The voice that responds is neither. “What the hell is a Tktk’tk?” Stark asks. A moment later, he moves into Stephen’s field of view, carefully avoiding the strands of the web. He looks both curious and speculative.

Stephen tenses. Stark has been persistent in making his interest in Stephen known since the day they met. He hasn’t been the slightest bit deterred by Stephen’s regular rebuffs. The last thing he wanted was for Stark to find him this vulnerable. “An interdimensional creature with some resemblances to a spider,” he answers, keeping his voice calm and even. “They’re a pest more than anything. We had a minor infestation in the Sanctum. It’s handled now, but they left something of a mess.” He nods to the webs.

“And you can’t get out on your own?” Stark asks. He raises his eyebrows. “Even with all the mojo?”

“The webs do eventually degrade.” Stark waits. The answer is obvious, isn’t it? “They also neutralize magic,” Stephen admits.

“Now that’s interesting,” Stark says. While Stephen watches, he uses some of his nanotech to form a small knife and a small container and takes a sample of the web.

“If you’re done,” Stephen says dryly, “perhaps you could cut me loose.”

Stark gives him a long, considering look as he puts his sample away. “I could. But it seems a shame to let this opportunity go to waste.”

Foreboding settles in the pit of Stephen’s stomach. Stark moves back out of his field of view, behind him. “Opportunity?” Stephen asks despite himself.

Hands settle on his hips and Stark leans in from behind him, lips almost brushing Stephen’s ear when he speaks. “Opportunity,” he confirms, and there’s something smug in his voice. If there was any doubt about what he meant, he pushes the tails of Stephen’s tunic aside. They stay, probably stuck in the webs. 

“Stark. Stop,” Stephen snaps.

“No, I don’t think I will.” 

Fingers hook into the waistband of Stephen’s pants and pull them down. They slide down his legs and pool around his ankles. His underwear soon follows. The air of the isolation room is cool against his skin. If Stark closed the door, the room is absolutely soundproof. Stephen closes his eyes, swallowing convulsively. “You know I don’t want this.”

“So you’ve said,” Stark says, hands sliding over the curve of Stephen’s ass. One presses between his cheeks, fingers brushing over the pucker there. “But I promise, you’ve going to enjoy every minute of it.”

Stephen barks out a harsh laugh. “There’s nothing enjoyable about the kind of damage you’re going to inflict.”

“Who said I was going to do damage?” Stark sounds amused. His hand pulls away and returns a moment later, slick with a generous helping of lubricant.

Stephen bites back a cry of shock and denial when Stark pushes a finger straight into him. “You always carry lube around with you?” he grits out. It doesn’t hurt. Part of him wishes it did.

Stark chuckles. “When I’m expecting to see you? Yes.” As he works one finger in and out of Stephen, massaging the tense muscle, he reaches around and takes hold of Stephen’s cock with the other hand.

“Let go,” Stephen demands automatically, even though he knows Stark won’t.

“Relax,” is all Stark says, stroking Stephen. 

Sparks of pleasure flare along Stephen’s nerves. No matter what Stephen’s mind wants, Stark knows how to touch a man, and Stephen resists the urge to shake his head even as his cock swells and his hole relaxes. Stark slides a second finger into Stephen and then, as his body unwillingly adjusts, a third.

Stephen has to grit his teeth against involuntary moans as Stark’s fingers plunge into him. He’s flushed with heat, his cock dripping, and despite knowing full well that he can’t control the involuntary responses of nerves and erectile tissue, Stephen feels betrayed by his own body. He doesn’t want this, but pleasure is pulsing through him anyway.

Stark withdraws his fingers and Stephen knows what’s coming next. “Please don’t,” he begs.

“You’re going to like this,” Stark murmurs. His hands grip Stephen’s hips and the hot head of his cock presses between the cheeks of Stephen’s ass. 

“No…” Stephen moans, but it doesn’t stop him. Stark finds Stephen’s slick, open hole and pushes inside. Stephen shudders as his body stretches. There’s a slight burn, but no pain as Stark’s cock slides into him. First the head and then inch after inch of the shaft. It feels like it goes on forever, heat and pressure filling Stephen inexorably.

Finally, Stark’s hips press against Stephen’s ass. “Perfect,” Stark groans. He’s only still for a moment before he thrusts, and Stephen cries out helplessly. Stark fucks him vigorously, hips slapping against Stephen’s ass with the strength of his thrusts. 

Stephen knows that the idea that being the receptive partner makes you submissive is bullshit. He knows that being fucked doesn’t change you. But no matter what he knows, he feels changed. Taken. Mastered. Stephen’s body responds to Stark, instead of to himself. His hole lets Stark in with a filthy, eager ease, and ecstasy lights up his nerves. His cock, neglected now, Stark instead gripping his hips for leverage, begs for attention. 

“Fuck, you’re just as good as I hoped,” Stark pants, his breath hot against Stephen’s ear and the curve of his neck. He twists his hips, stirring his cock in Stephen, and Stephen jerks at the intensity of the sensation. “Yeah, you like that,” Stark says smugly.

Stephen sobs, in pleasure or denial, he doesn’t even know anymore. His muscles feel loose, pliable; the web might be the only thing holding him up. Stark’s cock driving into him overwhelms every other sensation, every other thought. Withdrawals leave Stephen aching with emptiness, the stroke of Stark’s cock withdrawing hardly enough to make up for it. Thrusts back in are a shock of possession and pleasure and pressure.

Sweat rolls down Stephen’s body. Stark’s rhythm is starting to grow ragged, but he doesn’t pause, just keeps fucking Stephen. “Gonna come inside you,” Stark tells him, voice low and rough.

Of course he will. Stephen’s ass belongs to Stark now, to use as he pleases. Stephen feels balanced on a knife edge, waiting, waiting, waiting as Stark’s cock fills him again and again. Finally Stark cries out and thrusts in hard, burying himself deep inside Stephen and spilling there, come flooding Stephen’s hole. Stephen falls over that edge, his own orgasm tearing through him, his come spattering the floor, his hole clenching tight around Stark. 

The webs are still holding strong when Stark pulls out. He pulls Stephen’s pants and underwear back up. He cleans semen and lube off the floor, carefully avoiding the webs as he does so. When he’s done, Stephen’s flushed face is the only sign of what he’s done, and that will fade soon enough.

Stephen doesn’t threaten to tell anyone what Stark has done. They both know he won’t.

[johnnyutah]

gonna try to do some fic writing :) i’ve been roleplaying some dbd/saw crossover stuff with naomh and it has been helpful for me getting my mojo back . but. if i want these fics written i have to write them my damn self. my perezyoung fix-it has been stuck just below 4k words for way too long.. let’s go lesbians come on lesbians

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Good God, Y'all

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Bobby, wearing a bathrobe and ball cap, sits in a wheelchair and stares out the window. Sam and I watch him from the doorway until Dean arrives with a manila envelope in hand. "It's been like three days now?" Dean said, questioning, and Sam sighs as I nod. Ever since Bobby found out he wouldn't be able to walk again, he hasn't really been talking to either of us. "We got to cheer him up." I said.

"Maybe I'll give him a backrub." Dean said. "Dean." Sam said, exasperated. "Well, what, then?" Dean asked, annoyed. "Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time." Sam said and I look at the envelope in Dean’s hand, which says X-Ray.

"What's in the envelope?" I asked him. "Went to radiology." Dean said and he opens the envelope and pulls out the contents. "Got some glamour shots." he said and he hands me and Sam the contents of the envelope, which is a chest X-ray with strange writing on the ribs.

"Let's just say the doctors are baffled." Dean said as Sam and I examine the writing, which is in Enochian. "Holy crap." Sam mutters. "Yeah, well, Cas carved you one, too." Dean said then he looks over at me. And I'm sure Ariel carved you." Dean said and Sam's phone rings.

"Hello? ...Castiel?" Sam answered and I look over at Dean. "Speak of the devil." I said and he nods. "Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?" Sam said then he hangs up his phone.

Minutes later, Castiel walks up to us. "Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" Dean asked him. "You're hidden from angels now—all angels. I won't be able to simply—" Castiel started to say until Bobby speaks up. "Enough foreplay." Bobby yells and we looked over at him.

"Get over here and lay your damn hands on." Bobby demanded but nobody moves and Bobby looks over at us over his shoulder. "Get healing. Now." he yelled. "I can't." Castiel said and Bobby turns his chair to face Castiel. "Say again?" he asked, angrily,  and Castiel walks up to him. "I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't." he informed.

"You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?" Bobby asked, angrily. "I'm sorry." Castiel said. "What about Ariel?" I asked Castiel, who looks over at me. "She's...weak, pretty much like me." Castiel said. "Well, you and her can shove it up your ass." Bobby growls at Castiel then turns back to the window.

"At least he's talking now." Dean said as he turns to us. "I heard that." Bobby yelled and Castiel comes up to us. "I don't have much time. We need to talk." he said. "Okay." Dean said. "Your plan to kill Lucifer." Castiel said. "Yeah. You want to help?" Dean asked. "No. It's foolish. It can't be done." Castiel said, shaking his head slightly. "Oh. Thanks for the support." I said, sarcastically. 

"But Ariel and I believe we have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse." Castiel said. "Who's that?" Sam asked. "The one who resurrected me and Ariel and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God." Castiel said and Sam, Dean and I give each other skeptical looks. "I'm gonna find God." Castiel said and Dean closes the hospital room door and turns back to him.

"God?" I asked, disbelieving. "Yes." Castiel said. "God." Dean said, in a similar disbelieving tone as mine. "Yes! He isn't in heaven. He has to be somewhere." Castiel said. "Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla." Dean joked. "No, he's not on any flatbread." Castiel said, obviously not taking the joke.

"Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory—" Dean said but Castiel speaks over him. "He is out there, Dean." he said, firmly. "—or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us." Dean said and Castiel glares. "I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?" Dean said.

"Enough. This is not a theological issue. It's strategic. With God's help, we can win." Castiel said. "It's a pipe dream, Cas." Dean said and Castiel advances on him. "Ariel and I killed two angels this week. Our brothers. Both of us are hunted. We rebelled. And we did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You, your brother and your friend destroyed the world and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself." Castiel said to Dean, angrily, and Sam and I look down in defeat at this

"You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole. What is it you want?" Bobby asked him. "I did come for something. An amulet." Castiel said. "An amulet? What kind?" I asked as I look up at him. "Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him." Castiel replied. "A God EMF?" Sam asked and Castiel nods.

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that." Bobby said. "I know. You don't." Castiel said then he looks at Dean and he drops his gaze a bit then looks back up. Dean looks down at himself and gestures to his amulet. "What, this?" Dean asked.

"May I borrow it?" Castiel asked. "No." Dean said, firmly. "Dean. Give it to me." Castiel demanded and Dean stays silent for a moment, thinking, then takes off the amulet. "All right, I guess." he said and he holds it out then pulls back when Castiel reaches for it. "Don't lose it." he said and Castiel takes it.

"Great. Now I feel naked." Dean grumbles. "I'll be in touch." Castiel said and Dean nods then glances at me and Sam then back to see Castiel is gone. "When you find God, tell him to send legs!" Bobby yells into the air and I sigh at this.

Sometime later, Bobby's phone rings and he picks it up. "Hello? I can't hear you." Bobby said into his phone, his brow furrowed. "Where are you? Colora—Colorado? River Pass, Colorado?" Bobby asked,  almost like he was having a hard time hearing the person at the other end.

The boys and I share a look as Bobby said. "Rufus? You there? Ruf—Rufus?" Then he pulls the phone away and turns to look at us, concern and fear etched over his face.

We drive up to the bridge then stop just short of the part of the bridge that isn't there. The boys and I get out for a closer look and I kick a rock over the edge. It looks difficult enough to get a person across with any margin of safety; getting the car across looked like it will be impossible. "This is the only road in or out." I said and Sam pulls out his cell phone and holds it up. "No signal." he notes.

"Rufus was right. Demons got this place locked down." Dean said and Sam sighs. "Looks like we're hiking in." Sam said. "And the hits just keep on coming." Dean said, upset, and I pat his stomach. "Eh, you need the walking, get rid of all the burgers you've eaten." I joked. "Oh, gee, thanks. I love you too, sweetheart." Dean said, sarcastically, and I stick my tongue out at him as we go around the Impala and he opens the trunk.

We walk along the street, carrying guns and bags and scanning the area. The near side of the street has a sporting goods store advertising ammo, rods and reels, and a thirty percent sale for Pioneers Day; the far side is residential. There is no sign of anyone other than me and the boys.

Dean goes to examine a blue two-door sedan that is overturned in the street. Sam approaches the car from the far side, gun ready. But then he shakes his head: the car's empty. They straighten up and we move on. A sprinkler is running in front of one of the houses, whatever happened to clear the area happened fast enough that no one turned it off.

There was another car in the street, this one tan and the right way up. The driver's door is open, the engine is running, and the radio playing Spirit in the Sky. We approach this car, guns ready but it's empty and Sam turns the engine off and we walk on. We pause at a gleaming red classic Mustang. I lose interest when I see it's empty; Dean admires it for a moment and whistles.

Something sparks at the gas station, a driver's door of a silver four-door stands open while also a large hole in the windshield, a baby stroller next to the door and a great deal of blood in front of and leading away from the door. The boys and I approach, then scan the area again. 

We hear a gun cock behind us and we turn, leveling our shotguns but immediately lower them. "Ellen?" Sam said as we look at Ellen, who had a gun aimed at us. "Hello, boys and (y/n)." She greets as she lowers her gun and walks closer to us.

"Ellen, what the heck's going on here?" Dean asked but then Ellen splashes Dean in the face with holy water and raises her gun. Dean closes his eyes for a moment, letting Ellen see that the water is neither boiling nor burning him. "We're us." Dean said and Ellen lowers her gun and walks between us to the church.

We get closer to the church and I noticed the line of salt across the threshold. We all walked over it, no problem, and I look over my shoulder, once inside, to see the Devil's Trap was drawn inside the doorway.

"Real glad to see you three." Ellen said to us as she turns to face us then she hugs Dean, pulls back and slaps him. "Ow!" Dean exclaimed in pain. "The can of whoopass I ought to open on you. You can't pick up a phone? What are you, allergic to giving me peace of mind? I got to find out that you're alive from Rufus?" Ellen asked, angrily. "Sorry, Ellen." Dean said, apologetically.

"Yeah, you better be. You better put me on speed dial, kid." She demanded. "Yes, ma'am." Dean said then she turns around to lead us further inside. Dean glances back at me and Sam, I shrug, and we follow her down the stairs.

"What's going on, Ellen?" I asked her. "More than I can handle alone." She replied. "How many demons are there?" I asked. "Pretty much the whole town, minus the dead people and these guys." Ellen said as she stops at the closed door and turns back.

"So, this is it, right? End times?" She asked and the boys and I share a glance. "It's got to be." she said. "Seems like it." Sam said then Ellen turns to the door and knocks on it. "It's me." she said and the peephole opens, where we see a pair of eyes looking at us then it shuts and the door opens, letting us inside.

There was a good amount of people inside. A pastor, an older man, a young man with his arm around a pregnant woman, a short-haired man, a long bearded man, a man with glasses, a young woman and a shaggy-haired man. The man that opened the door for us goes to shut it then stands next to a bookshelf, holding a rifle.

"This is Sam, Dean and (y/n). They're hunters. Here to help." Ellen said. "You guys hip to this whole demon thing?" the man, that opened the door for us, asked. "Yeah. Are you?" Dean asked. "My wife's eyes turned black. She came at me with a brick. Kind of makes you embrace the paranormal." the shaggy-haired man said and he brings his right hand to his chin, contemplating his ring.

"All right, catch us up." Dean said to Ellen as he turns to her. "I doubt I know much more than you. Rufus called. Said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby—" Ellen explains and I furrow my brow. "You're hunting with Jo?" I asked her. "Yeah, for a while now. We got here, and the place—well, the place was like you see it. Couldn't find Rufus, then me and Jo got separated. I was out looking when I found you." she replied. 

"Don't worry, we'll find her." Dean said. "Either way, these people cannot just sit here." Sam said as the pregnant woman startles and the shaggy-haired man plays with his ring. "We got to get them out now." Sam said. "No, it's not that easy. I've been trying. We already made a run for it once." Ellen said. 

"What happened?" I asked her. "There used to be twenty of us." she said and we check the room, excluding me, the boys and Ellen, there were only ten people left. "Well, there's four of us now—" Dean said but Ellen shakes her head. "You don't know what it's like out there. Demons are everywhere. We won't be able to cover everybody." she said.

"What if we get everyone guns?" Sam suggested. "What, are you gonna arm up baby bump over here?" Dean asked him as he gestures to the nervous looking pregnant woman. "More salt we can fire at once, more demons we can keep away." Sam said and Dean glances at him then me.

"There's a sporting goods store we passed on Main on the way in. I bet they got guns." he said and we drop our bags. "All right. You stay. We'll go." Sam said to Ellen. "What about—" Ellen started to say but I say. "If Jo and Rufus are out there, we'll bring them back." 

The rifle carrying man opens the door and we leave but then Dean holds out a hand. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Hold on." he said and we stop at the foot of the stairs. "Why don't (y/n) and I just go?" Dean said. "What?" Sam asked, disbelieving. Well, somebody's got to stay here and start giving them Shotgun 101." Dean said. "Yeah. Ellen." Sam said and he stqrts to go upstairs but Dean reaches out to stop him.

"No no no. It's gonna go a lot faster if you stay and help, okay?" Dean said. "While you two go get guns and salt and look for Jo and Rufus? That's stupid." Sam said. "We can handle it." Dean said and I look between the boys while Sam pauses.

"You don't want me going out there." He said, realizing. "I didn't say that." Dean said. "Around demons." Sam said. "I didn't say that." Dean said, again. "Fine, then let's go." Sam said, sternly, and he heads upstairs.

We walk outside and to the streets when Sam turns to us. "I'll get the salt. You two get the guns." he said. "We'll go together." Dean said. "Dean, it's right there. Can we at least do this like professionals?" Sam asked and I sigh. "For the love of God, I'll go with Sam. Dean, you can get the guns." I said and Dean gives me a look that said are you sure? I nod and Sam and I raise our guns anguns and for the Quick-Mart at the corner of St. Olaf and Riverside. 

"You know, I don't need a babysitter, (y/n)." Sam said, sounding a bit annoyed. "I know you don't, Sam, but...I guess...your brother and I are just worried about you. Well, I think your brother is more worried, maybe scared." I said, shrugging. 

“He’s scared I’m gonna start another apocalypse?” Sam asked, with sarcasm in his tone. “That’s not what I meant.” I replied, a little bit annoyed. “We can’t work like this. I know I screwed up and broke his trust. But I can’t do anything without you or him watching me.” Sam said. “I know, I’ll talk to him when this is all over.” I said. “Like he’s gonna listen.” Sam grumbled. 

“Sam.” I said, exasperated. “Sorry it’s just everything going on between us. It’s all so frustrating. Maybe it would be better that I leave.” Sam suggested. “What? Why would you think that?” I asked. “I feel like Dean is judging me every time he looks at me. I can’t even breathe around him without setting him off.” Sam explained. “Just give him time.” I said.

“You know Dean, we’ll be waiting till hell freezes over.” Sam said. “Sam your his little brother. Despite everything that has happened, your still his brother. He cares about you and he doesn’t want to lose you.” I said. Sam look over at me and I gave him a reassuring smile. “He’ll come around. Like I said, just give him time.” I said as we enter the store.

Sam and I fill up a couple of plastic bags with cans of rock salt when we hear the door chime. We pause and stand up to see two black-eyed demons have entered, one carrying a baseball bat and the other a backpack. We duck and find the mirror to watch them.

Sam's shotgun is sitting on top of a row of Campbell's cans while I hold up my shotgun. Sam reaches for it and draws the attention of the demon collecting bottles of water, who rushes at him. "Sam!" I exclaimed as they fight, slamming each other into shelves. I go to raise my gun when the second demon slams me down the on the ground, my gun sliding out of my hands and across the floor.

I try to get up but the demon punched me in the face a couple of time then grabbed my neck and starts to choke me. Then a blade sticks through the demon's neck and a bit of blood spills on my face. I turn my head as the demon dies and is thrown off of me. I look up to see it was Sam and he holds a hand out to me.

I take it and he pulls me up on my feet. "Thanks, Sam." I said but I noticed that Sam was more interested in the blood on the blade. He turns the blade, watching the blood flow, and runs his thumb along the blade, collecting a bit of blood. "Sam." I said to him, warningly, but he doesn't hear me as he continues to stare at the blood.

"Sam!" I shouted and grab his arm and he, finally, turns to face me. His eyes widen at me as I go to take the blade away from him. "Easy there, tiger." I said to him, calmly, as I get the blade away from him then we hear the door chime.

We whip our heads towards the door then duck down and watch the mirror. It was Dean. "Sammy? (y/n)?" He calls out and we stand up. Dean comes into the aisle and sees the demons dead on the floor and the blood dripping off the knife in my hand.

Later, we were training the remaining survivors with guns. "Okay, all right." One of the guys said and Ellen walks up to him. "Roger, hang on a second—" she said but Roger fumbles and drops the shell. "Sorry." he said while Sam and I demonstrate loading a shotgun for the young man and the pregnant woman. "—then snap it in." I instruct them. And I look over and see Dean setting down a rifle to another guy, Austin, who then disassembling the gun.

Later, Sam and I sit in the corner then Dean comes over. "Hey." he said to us. "Hey." Sam and I said and Dean sits down. "What's wrong?" Dean asked him and Sam looks down. "It's just...at the store. Those demons were possessing teenagers. I mean, I had to stab some kid's throat." Sam said.

"Come on, Sam, you had to. That demon had me by the throat." I said to him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know. I just...it used to be like..." Sam said but then pauses. "I just wish I could save people like I used to." he said.

"What, you mean when you were all hopped up on demon blood?" Dean asked him. "I didn't say that." Sam said as we hear footsteps. "I'll be back." Ellen said and we look up to see her standing in front of us.

"Where you going?" I asked her. "I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here." Ellen said and the three of us stand up. "No, wait. I'll go with you." Sam said. "Whoa, hold on. Can I talk to you for a second?" Dean said and he and Sam leave the room.

Ellen looks over at me. "Is everything okay between them?" She asked me and I sighed. "Alot of things have happened since we saw you last." I said. "That bad, huh?" She asked and I nod just as we heard a scuffle happening. I turn my head and see Sam had slammed Dean into the wall.

"Damn it." I grumble as I run to the boys. "If you actually think I—" he growls and I come up to him and place a hand on his shoulder. "Sam, please." I pleaded and he stops and turns his head to me. He stares at me for a moment then back at Dean before he takes a few steps back and walks back in the room with Ellen.

Sam and Ellen left awhile ago and we were all sitting and waiting. Dean was pacing around the room while the pregnant woman lies on the cot, the young man sitting next to her, the pastor, this older woman, the short-haired man and a young woman sit at the table. Austin stands near them and I was leaning against the wall as I watch Dean pacing.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He layeth me down in green pastures, and he raiseth me up again. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." The Pastor recites to the people as Dean passes me again for the umpteenth time. "Dean...please sit down. You pacing makes me nervous." I said. "I can't, (y/n). Just...knowing Sam's out there..." Dean grumbles. "Dean, I know he's broken our trust but he has to start on building it back up." I said and Dean turns to me. 

“(Y/n), he pick a demon over us. He started the friggin’ apocalypse!” Dean exclaimed. “I’m aware of this.” I said, calmly. “What? We’re just supposed to hold hands and sing Disney songs together, like the world isn’t falling apart around us because of him?” Dean asked, angrily. “Dean please…” I pleaded, trying to get a word in.

“No! That kid has really screwed up this time. Like Bobby said, this thing doesn’t get forgiven.” Dean said and I glared at him. “That wasn’t even Bobby, that was a demon possessing him!” I yelled. “Doesn’t make it any less true.” Dean replied and I stared at him in disbelief. “You're being ununbelievably dfficult here.” I growled. “Yeah, well, the world is ending, sorry if I’m not in the mood to be nice.” Dean sneered, turning away about to continue his pacing.

“What if it was me?” I asked, suddenly. “What?” Dean asked, stopping and turning to face me again. “What if I was in Sam’s place. Would you treat me like how you’re treating, Sam?” I asked. “I’m not going to answer that.” Dean replied. “Why not?” I asked. “Because it’s ridiculous! You wouldn’t have done what Sam did.” Dean said and I sigh.

“Actually I think I would. I wanted to kill Lilith just as bad a Sam did, maybe even more. I wanted her dead for what she did to you so bad, that I wouldn’t have cared what I would need to do to make it happen. In his place, I would’ve done the exact same thing.” I explained and Dean stares at me.

“So. Would I be on a short leash if I had started the apocalypse instead?” I asked, Dean continued staring at me for a moment and then shakes his head turning away, not giving me an answer. “That’s what I thought.” I mumbled under my breath.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Dean and I startle at this as does everyone. Dean opens the peephole, moves what's blocking the door, and opens the door. Ellen comes in, alone. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked her. Ellen shakes her head and sits down next to the young woman, who passes her a bottle of water. "They took him? Demons took him? Oh my God. What if they're in here? The demons?" the woman asked, panicked.

"Could they get in?" the pastor asked. "No." I said and Dean grabs a shotgun and heads for the door. "Everybody sit tight. We got to—" Dean said but I go over to him and place a hand on his arm. "Dean..." I said, worried, and he stops, looks at me, grimaces then goes over to the table. I follow him. "Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything." he said and we started to think up a plan.

"Dean, one of them's in Jo. We got to get it out without hurting her." Ellen said as her, Dean and I sit at the table sometime later. Then she snorts. "It called me a bitch." she said, upset. "Bruise a little easy, don't you think?" I said, questioning. "No, that's not what I meant. It called me a black-eyed bitch." she said and Dean and I share a look.

"What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm. It's all kind of weird, right?" She asked. "The whole thing's off." Dean said. "What's your instinct?" Ellen asked. "My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam." Dean said and I nod. "Well, tough. All you two got's me, and all I got's both of  you. So let's figure it out." she said. "All right." Dean and I said and Ellen smiles. 

"Do you know why Rufus came to town? Was there a specific omen?" I asked her. "He said something about water. That's all I know." She replied then Dean turns to the pastor. "Padré, you know what she's talking about—the water?" he asked him. "The river. Ran polluted all of a sudden." he replied.

"When?" I asked. "Last Wednesday. And the demon thing started up the next day." said the Pastor. "Anything else? Anything." Dean asked. "Maybe, but it's pretty random." he said. "Good. Random's good." I said.

"Shooting star—does that count?" the pastor asked and Dean, Ellen and I look at each other. "Real big. Same night. Wednesday." Austin added. "That definitely counts." Dean said and he stands up and goes to the bookshelf. He brings a Bible back to the table and searches through it.

"So, uh, you think that all this comes from outer space?" Austin asked. "This isn't X-Files, pal." Dean said and he finds the passage he wants and reads it aloud. "And there fell a great star from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died." He reads and the Pastor has a look of worry on his face. 

"Revelation eight ten. Are you saying that this is about the apocalypse?" He asked. "You could say. And these specific omens, they're prelude to what?" Dean asked. "The Four Horsemen." The pastor said. "And which one rides the red horse?" Dean asked. "War." the Pastor said and I look at Dean and Ellen.

"That cherry Mustang parked on Main." I said and Ellen nods. "You can't think that a car—" the pastor started to say. "It's the way I'd roll. I mean, think about it. It all makes sense. If War is a dude and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads." Dean said. "Turning us on each other." I said and Dean nods then he turns to Ellen. "You said Jo called you a black-eyed bitch. They think we're demons, we think they're demons. What if there are no demons at all and we're all just killing each other?" he asked.

"Wait, just back up. It's the apocalypse?" The pastor asked, fearfully. "Sorry, Padré." Dean said and the pastor blinks several times.

"So now you're saying that there are no demons and war is a guy." Austin said, confused. "You believed crazy before." Dean said then someone hammers the door. "Open up! It's Roger!" a voice shouts and Austin checks the peephole and lets Roger in. He's breathing hard, as if he's been running.

"I saw them, the demons. They know we're trying to leave. They said they're gonna pick us off one by one." Roger said, panicked. "Wait wait wait. What?" I asked. "I thought you said there were no demons." Austin said to Dean. "There's not." Dean said and I turn to Roger.

"Where did you go?" I asked him, suspiciously. "I thought someone should go out and see what's going on!" Roger exclaims. "Where did you see the demons and what did they say exactly?" Dean asked. "We just sit here, we're going to be dead." Austin said and Dean turns to him. "No, we're not!" he shouts.

"They're gonna kill us unless we kill them first." Roger said. "Hold on. Hold on." I said, trying to keep the peace. "No, man, we got people to protect. All right, the able-bodied go hunt some demons." Austin said as he picks up a shotgun and hands it to the young man.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Slow your roll. This is not a demon thing." Dean said then I noticed that Roger holds up his right hand and twists his ring, then points ttome, Dean and Ellen. "Look at their eyes! They're demons!" he shouts and the pregnant woman gasps and the pastor  raises a shotgun.

"Go, go!" Dean shouts to me and Ellen and we turn and run as I hear a shotgun blast at the door. "Move!" Dean shouts as we run.

*3rd Person POV*

One of the people in the group loads salt canisters into a backpack while Austin loads a shotgun. "Those are real." Roger, or should we say War, said to Austin, questioning. "Those three could have been demons the entire time. All this salt and holy water talk—as far as I'm concerned, it's all crap." Austin said. "Are you sure?" War asked. "It's them or us." Austin said. 

"I think I saw some knives in the kitchen." War tells him. "Great. Go." Austin said as he finishes assembling the gun while War smiles to himself.

Over at the base camp, Rufus ties a wire around the latch on a closed window while Jo holds two bombs. "Hey, Rufus." She said. "Yeah." Rufus said. "Pipe bombs won't kill a demon." Jo said, in a questioning way. Rufus checks the wire; it's attached to another bomb. "Right. But in my experience, demons come at you slower if they're in a body with no limbs." Rufus said then he goes to close the curtains.

"One of them is in my mother." Jo said, upset, and Rufus turns to her. "Jo, listen to me. You know I'm gonna do everything I can. Your mom's gonna be okay." Rufus assures her and Jo nods. "Unless she comes through that window." she said and Rufus holds out a hand then Jo gives him the next bomb.

The church door opens and Austin comes out, scans the area, and holds the door open. "All right, let's move." Austin said and he, the young man and woman and War follow him, all of them holding shotguns.

Jo and Rufus load shotguns when an explosion goes off; Jo and Rufus duck. They look at each other, then ready guns to go have a look. The front room is devastated and empty and Rufus peers through the windows. Someone grabs Rufus and pulls him through the window. "Rufus!" Jo shouts then someone else grabs Jo from behind.

Rufus comes through the window then Dean and (y/n) slam him to the ground. J and Ellen fight until Ellen pins Jo to the wall. "Now you listen up, Joanna Beth Harvelle." she said, sternly.

Dean and (y/n) haul Rufus up and slams him against the wall. "Listen to me. We are not demons. Think, Rufus. All those omens." Dean said. "You go to hell." Rufus growls and he kicks Dean in the crotch and before Rufus could do anything else, (y/n) shoves him harder against the wall.

"Rufus! The polluted water, the shooting star, the red Mustang—it's War. I'm telling you, it's War." She yelled at him. "You're damn right it is." Rufus said and he punches (y/n) in the face and goes for the gun but Dean tackles him.

"The Horseman!" Dean yells.

"Horseman?" Rufus asked, confused. "Yes. He's turning us against each other. You're hallucinating." Dean said and Rufus stares at Dean and (y/n), their black eyes fades into their normal eyes.

"The Horseman. War." Rufus said, realization. "Yes." Dean and (y/n) said and Rufus looks to each side. "Did you figure this out all by yourself, genius?" Rufus asked, sarcastically. "Yep, he's back." (Y/n) said.

Dean, (y/n) and Rufus burst inside as Ellen turns and levels a shotgun. "Whoa, whoa!" Dean and (y/n) said and Ellen looks between them. "We all on the same page?" she asked and the trio look at each other and nod.

"Good." Rufus said as Jo walks up behind Ellen. "Hi, Jo." Dean greets as (y/n) waves at her. "Hey." Jo said, waving back. "Okay, we got to find War before everybody in this town kills each—" (y/n) started to say until there was gunshots and everyone ducks down.

"Damn it! Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "Upstairs." Rufus said as Ellen gives Jo the shotgun. "Take this." she said and Dean and (y/n) rush in one direction while Ellen went another.

Outside, Austin, who was firing at the house with his rifle, ducks down behind the car, huddling with the others. "All right, you three go around back. Take the alley." Austin instructs.

Dean and (y/n) enter a room to see Sam alone in the room, tied up. "Guys. It's not demons." Sam said. "It's War." all three of them said. "I just can't figure out how he's doing it." Dean said as he cuts Sam free.

"The ring." Sam said. "The ring—that's right. He turned it right before he made everybody hallucinate and go hellbitch." (Y/n) said. "Right." Sam said, nodding, as he gets free from his restraints. "We got to move. Come on." Dean said and the trio run out

Austin exchanges bullets with another young man in an upper window of the house. The older woman crosses herself and folds her hands whole the shaggy-haired manhurries along behind a fence. The young man peers around a corner as anothet man shoots at him; he pulls back, keeping the pregnant behind him. The shaggy-haired man and the other man exchange fire.

"People, cease fire!" Rufus shouts. "Stop shooting! Stop!" Rufus shouts then he takes the gun from the other man and slams him in the head with it. "I'm getting too old for this." he grumbles.

The other young man aims out the window at the Pastor and the young woman, who run to shelter behind a trailer. The Pastor comes out and the young man fires. The bullet goes straight through the Pastor, who falls. "Father!" the young woman screams and she runs out to the Pastor, sobbing.

The other young man fires again and misses, then aims more carefully. Ellen approaches, pressing something to the Pastor's wound and the young woman looks up. "I'm not what you think, honey. Come on, keep this right here." she instructs her.

Rufus comes up behind the other young man, taking his gun. "Stop firing usually means stop firing." Rufus yells then he leaves.

Austin grabs Ellen and throws her down, aiming at her face. He pulls the trigger: out of bullets. Ellen grabs the gun then Austin pulls a knife. Both drop the gun in favor of struggling over the knife.

War walks up to the red Mustang and he looks back over his shoulder and sees nothing. He reaches for the door and Sam, (y/n) and Dean grab him, which makes War laugh. Sam draws Ruby's knife as Dean and (y/n) hold War.

"Whoa. Okay. That's a sweet little knife. But come on. You can't kill war, kiddos." War said. "Oh, we know." Dean said and Sam slams War's right hand against the Mustang and cuts all four fingers off. The ring clinks on the pavement.

Austin calms down and Ellen, who no longer appears black-eyed, eases him off of her. The young man puts his head in his hands. Rufus comes down the stairs and nods at Jo. (Y/n) leans down and picks up the ring and War and the red Mustang are gone which make Sam, (y/n) and Dean look for them.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I sit at a picnic table while I hold up the ring. "So, pit stop at Mount Doom?" I asked, sarcastically,  and Dean shakes his head. "God, you're a nerd." He mutters while Sam is silent, pensive.

"Guys—" Sam said and Dean shakes his head. "Sam, let's not." Dean said. "No, listen. This is important. I know you guys don't trust me." Sam said and Dean looks away. "Sam..." I whispered and Sam shakes his head a bit.

"Just, now I realize something. I don't trust me either." he said and Dean and I look up. "From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. Thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or...anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. There's something in me that...scares the hell out of me, guys. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse..." Sam said.

"So what are you saying?" I asked him. "I'm in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back, 'cause I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we just...go our separate ways." Sam said and I frown at this while Dean considers this.

"Well, I think you're right." he said and Sam looks at him, shocked. "I was expecting a fight." Sam said. "The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now." Dean said and Sam nods. "I'm sorry, guys." Sam said and I frown and place a hand on his hand.

"We know you are, Sam." I said and Sam moves to stand up. "Hey, do you, uh, wanna take the Impala?" Dean asked him. "It's okay." Sam said and he stands up, takes a few steps, and turns back.

"Take care of yourself, guys." Sam said and I felt some tears run down my cheeks. "Yeah, you too, Sammy." Dean said. "Be safe." I said to Sam and he nods. "You too." He said and he walks to the Impala, grabs his backpack out of the back seat, and walks over to the pickup truck parked nearby. He says something inaudible to the driver and gets in the passenger side. The truck drives off.

Dean and I watch it go and I wipe the tears off of my face.

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castiel x reader

This GIF is the true meaning of fanfiction in Misha's own words, just as a side note.

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 4,996

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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Chapter six: Heaven and Hell

POV: Y/n’s

“Why the hell would you want Anna?” I asked, confused. “Out of the way.” Uriel said, walking forward. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.” Dean said, stopping him. “Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle.” Who even says that? Ah that's right the psycho, chicken wings. “You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?” Dean said with contempt. “As a matter of fact, we are. And?” Cas said with no hesitation, did not like that. “And? Anna's an innocent girl.” I said. “She is far from innocent.”  “Cas, what does that even mean?” I asked. “It means she's worse than this abomination your brother has been screwing. Now give us the girl.” Uriel said, referring to Ruby. “Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try JDate.” Dean said with sarcasm.

“Who's gonna stop us? You three? Or this demon whore?” Uriel said, throwing Ruby against the wall. Dean goes to attack him. “Cas please don’t” I pleaded with him as he was going to knock me out with his angel mojo. He hesitated for a minute thinking about it but unfortunately he continued. “I've been waiting for this.” Uriel said to Dean like he was about to kill him. But instead the room gets engulfed in this powerful white bright light and Cas and chicken wings disappear. "What the…” I said in confusion as Dean helped Ruby up. I go in to check on Anna to find her hands covered in blood and a weird looking symbol on the mirror. “Anna. Anna!” “Are they -- are they gone?” “Did you … kill them?” I asked scared for Cas. “No. I sent them away... far away.” For a girl who does not know what is happening she sure knows how to get rid of angels. “You want to tell us how?” “That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it. I just did it.” No really what is going On? 

My brothers and I are now having a conversion about Anna and why the angels want to turn her into dust. “So, what do you guys think?” Dean asked us both. “I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second.” Sam said. “I second that notion” raising my arm by the elbow length. “Yeah, I agree. And what did they mean by "she's not innocent"?” “It seems like they want her bad, and not just 'cause of the angel radio thing. I mean, that blood spell -- Some serious crap, man.” Sam said. “Something's going on with her. Y/n See what you can find out.” Dean asked me. “What are you gonna do?” “Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back. We got to get ourselves safe now.” 

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“Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint.” I talked about the panic room to Anna. “Which I find racist, by the way.” Ruby said, looking at me with annoyance. “I really don't care what you think Ruby. Maybe write to your congressman.” “Here” She handed me something. “Hex bags, why?” “Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all comers.” “Wow thanks for doing something useful Ruby.” “Here Anna, please don't lose this.” She takes it from me as Dean walks in. “So, Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?” He asked her. “It's quiet. Dead silence.” Oh that's great not condersing that they never shut up. “Good. That's not troubling at all.” Dean replied. “We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?” Anna asked us. “Nah.” Dean and I both replied at the same time giving each other knowing looks. “Hey Dean, Y/n!” Sam yelled out our names from the other room. “Just stay here, okay?.” I said to Anna as we walked out.

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“How's the car?” Dean asked. “I got her. She's fine. Where's Bobby?” “Uh, The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it.” I replied. “He's working a job?” “God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.” Dean said back. “Now that's seared in my brain.” “All right Y/n, what did you find on Anna?” “It's weird she was completely normal. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton -- a church deacon and a housewife.” “Riveting.” Dean said, being sarcastic, disappointed that we were not getting anywhere. "Exactly, after what I found in her file. There is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first.” Both brothers are more intrigued now. “No?” “When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.” 

Dean responded like I expected him to.”Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?”  “Bro I love you I really do. But, you're confusing reality with porn again. Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Like Very mad -- like wanted-to-kill-her mad.” “Kind of heavy for a 2-year-old.” “Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal.” “Until now. So, what's she hiding?” That is the question of the century it seems like.’’Why don't you just ask me to my face?” Anna said from the doorway into the room.”Nice job watching her.” I said to ruby annoyed. “I'm watching her.” “No, you're right, Anna. Is there anything you want to tell us?” Sam said to Anna. “About what?” “The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?”  “You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled... Why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know.” I wonder the same thing all the time. “Okay. Then let's find out.” “How?” Anna questioned. 

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Dean is now leading Pamela down the stairs. I hope this goes better than last time. “We're here!” “Pamela, hey!” Sam said to her going to say hi. “Sam?’’ “It's me. it's Sam” “SAM?” Oh she is totally pulling his leg. “Sam, is that you?” “I'm right here.” “Oh. Know how I can tell?” She said as she grabbed his ass. “ That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. Of course I know it's you, grumpy. Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl's Anna and that you've been eyeing my rack.” “Uh... uh... uh…” Sam awkwardly was trying to say something in response. “Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most.” Lucky for Sam pamela is like this. “And little Y/n Winchester.” Pamela said as she came to hug me. “Hey, Pam” I said, hugging her back with a smile. “I feel a different energy from you.” “Really?”

“Yes I do, it feels like a proactive one.” “Well that's good right?” I questioned. “Well it can be, it just depends on what is protecting you.” Well that wasn't vague at all. “Right, thanks Pam.” She smiled at me and then put her attention at Anna. “Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela.” “Hi” “Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help.” “Oh. That's nice of you.” “Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it.” I do feel horrible about what happened to her because of us but Castiel did not mean to do that. I hope she doesn't sense that he is kind of been hanging out on my shoulder “Why?” Anna questioned, I mean we were taught that angels are good. Pamela took off her sunglasses and showed Anna her eyes.“They stole something from me. Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think? Now...how about you tell me what your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry.” 

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Anna is now laying down on the little crappy bed that we have in the panic room as Pamela intends to somehow figure out what is going on in Anna's head. “Nice and relaxed. Now, I'm going to count down from five to zero. When we're at zero, you'll be in a deep state of hypnosis. As I count down, just go deeper and deeper, okay? 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Deep sleep. Deep sleep. Every muscle calm and relaxed. Can you hear me?” Pamela asks Anna. “I can hear you.” “Now, Anna, tell me... How can you hear the angels? How did you work that spell?” “I don't know. I just did.” “Your father... What's his name?” “Rich Milton.” “All right. But I want you to look further back... When you were very young... Just a couple of years old.”

“I don't want to.” “It'll be okay. Anna, just one look -- that's all we need.” “No.” Anna is starting to get more panicked like whatever she is scared of is in here. “What's your dad's name? Your real dad. Why is he angry at you?” “No. No! No.” She screamed. “Calm down.” “He's gonna kill me!” “Anna, you're safe.” “No!” As screamed again the lights were exploding around us. “It's all right, Anna.” “Anna?’’ Dean was trying to approach her. “Dean, don't.” Anna throws Dean against the wall. Okay who the hell is this girl, the hulk!? “Wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Anna... Anna? You all right?” As Anna wakes she seems different. “Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now.” “Remember what?” I asked helping Dean help.”Who I am. I'm an angel.” Well if that is not the plot twist of the year I don't know what is.

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We moved into the living room maybe for a calmer environment to take in this very interesting info. “Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others.” Anna said to us trying to insure us. “I don't find that very reassuring.” Ruby said. “Neither do I.” Pamela said, agreeing with her. “So...Castiel, Uriel -- they're the ones that came for me?” She asked us. “You know them?” I asked her curious. “We were kind of in the same foxhole.” “So, what, were they like your bosses or something?” Dean asked her. “Try the other way around.” “Now that's what I call a woman in power.” I say as I go to high five her. “But now they want to kill you?” Pam asked. “Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head.” “But why?” I asked. “I disobeyed... which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell.” “And that means?” “She fell to earth, became human.” Pam said to us, confirming it.

“Wait so angels can just become humans?” I asked again. There are a lot of questions that always come up when angels are involved it seems like. “It kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace.” “Come again” Dean asked. “My grace. It's... energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was.” That's sad for her mom to have a kid and to die for it.”So, you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?” Dean asked with a little sarcasm. “The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah.” Interesting. “I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are.”

“Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead.” “And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you.” Ruby said to Anna. “I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back.” “Get what back?’’ I asked. “My grace.” “You can do that?” “If I can find it.” “So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?” Dean said with good questioning. “Something like that.” “All right. I like this plan. So, where's this grace of yours?” “Wait. You mean you fell like literally?” I asked. “Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?” Sam asked with interest, sounding like he knew what he was talking about while the rest of us were lost. “Why do you ask?” 

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I go to talk to Anna who is star gazing. “Pamela get home okay?” She asked me. “Yeah. She said she was sorry. It's just after last time, she, uh... This is just a little too rich for her blood.” I said going to stand next to her. “I don't blame her. You guys should do the same.” “Well that's the thing about us Winchesters, loyal as hell but not very smart. Can I ask you a question? Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?” I ask her with all seriousness. “You don't mean that.” “Don't I? I mean a bunch of miserable people having the same routine everyday dealing with all the bullshit and in the end you die.” “I don't know. There's loyalty... forgiveness... love.” “Periods.” “Chocolate cake.” She responds back. “Guilt.” “falling in love.” “I guess, I wouldn't know.” “You will someday.” She told me back . “I mean it. Every emotion, Y/n, even the bad ones... It's why I fell. It's why... why I'd give anything not to have to go back. Anything.” “Feelings are overrated, if you ask me.” I said. 

“Beats being an angel.” “How's that possible? You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything.” “Perfect... Like a marble statue. Cold... no choice... only obedience. y/n, do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?” “All of you?” “Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them. Not even Castiel.” I looked confused trying to play it off. “Why would you bring up Castiel?” I said with a fake laugh. “Y/n I can feel the energy on you that Pam felt.” “Look Anna I don't agree with his orders at all nor his actions.” “ I know you don't and actually I think you're good for him. He has never hesitated on an order and he did when he was told to knock you out. Just be careful he still is an angel after all.” “Right will do.” “If you haven't seen God's face then how do you even know that there is a God?” “We have to take it on faith... Which we're killed if we don't have.” “Huh” “I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just... watching... silent... invisible... out on the road... sick for home... waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that –” “I wouldn't, I just can relate.” As I finished my sentence I felt another presence. I turned around and it was Dean. I felt the energy and got the hint and went back inside.

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As I go back in, Ruby is in the kitchen grabbing a beer. “You might not want to drink that Bobby puts in bitch repellent in it, oh I mean demon.” She sighs facing me. “Why are you so mad at me!?” Oh she wants reasons I'll give reasons. “Well first off you're a demon and we don't have a great track record with them. Second, you told my brother that I would “just get in the way” to quote you. And third you got my brother hooked on a drug that seems like only you can give. Just to name a few.” “Look Y/n when I told Sam that I didn't mean that you aren't capable, it’s just your his little sister and he would be too concerned if he tried to fight Lillith and have you there.

And with the blood it makes him stronger don't you want him to have all the strength to fight.” “Of course I do but he doesn't need that. Dean and I will always be here to help him no matter what.”  She looks like she wants to say something back but she doesn't, which is probably best for her so I don't punch her again. “Ruby I don't care what you think just keep out of my family okay. Oh and if it turns out you're betraying us. I won't hesitate to kill you.” I said, staring at her not blinking. She scoffs at that. “Is that a threat?’’ “No, it's a promise.” At that moment Sam comes in telling us that he has found where Anna's grace had touched down. 

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I got shoved in the back next to Ruby and Anna next to her. Crammed and sitting next to the person I hate, now this is my personal hell. Dean looks back and makes a comment that makes me want to slap him upside the head. “An angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke... or a Penthouse Forum letter.” I glare at him. “Dude ... Reality... Porn.” “You call this reality?” He is kind of right. If you explained this to someone they would properly lock you up and throw away the key.

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We arrived at this field and in the middle was a giant beautiful oak tree. “It's beautiful.” Dean said at loud. “It's where the grace touched down. I can feel it.” No wonder it's this big. Angels graces must be pretty powerful. “You ready to do this?” “Not really.” She steps up to the tree slowly. “Anna, what are we even looking for?” I asked. She touches the tree and looks disappointed. “It doesn't matter. It's not here. Not anymore. Someone took it.” 

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We’re at this barn trying to reconstruct this whole failed plan about the grace. “We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room.” Dean said, throwing ideas out. “What, forever?” Ruby said back with a snark. “I'm just thinking out loud!” “Oh, you call that thinking?” “guys stop! This wont help!” I said, already having a headache from how this is going. “Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side maybe, but not both. Not at once.” “Um... guys? The angels are talking again.” “What are they saying?" I asked.” “It's weird... Like a recording... a loop. It says, "Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or..." “or what” Dean asked with a little bit of fear. “"...or we hurl him back to damnation." What?

“Anna.. Do you know of any weapon that works on an angel? To what? To kill them?” Wait kill? “Nothing we could get to... Not right now.” Amazing we’re talking about killing angels now and we don't even have the weapon to do it. “Okay, wait, wait. I say we call Bobby. We get him back from hedonism.” Dean said walking back fourth. “Dean, what's he gonna tell us that we don't already know?” Sam asked, trying to calm him down. “I don't know, but we got to think of something!” He's right. I’m not about to let a girl who just wanted to live her life die or my brother get dragged to hell again.

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As I'm driving the car I stole out far enough so when I make the call the angels can't find the barn. I'm thinking I better get some damn answers. “CAS'' no response he usually comes on the first call. “CAS, CASTIEL!” I screamed out from my standing position about four hours from the barn. I hear a flutter of wings and there he is standing staring at me as he usually does. “Cas what the hell is up with this? Sending Dean back to Hell? I mean you are the one that brought him back” He looks a little tired of defending these actions. “Y/n you have to understand what Anna did is worse than any crime in heaven she has to be punished. And you three helping does not help” He says matter of factly. 

“So she wanted to think for herself means death? God wants that really, for all loving he seems pretty hateful. And for Dean to threaten to throw him back makes no sense so Cas please try to explain.” “Just return Anna and we won't have to hurl Dean back. Helping will just have Uriel having another reason to have you and Sam out of the way. I just need you safe.” “Why don't you stand up to Uriel if you don't want me in the way. I mean you use to be friends with Anna, do you really want her to die.” “If I went against Heavens commands and Uriel I would be hunted just as Anna. And she made her choice when she ripped out her grace.” Unbelievable. “Wow just as I thought you were showing some care you go and follow Uriel like a spineless jerk.” “Please just give Anna I don't want for you … to get hurt.” “Well I would rather get hurt than not stand up for what I believe in. So you can go back to being a footstool for a dick who thinks of you as one.” He looks at me and I see regret in his eyes as he flies away. 

 I'm driving back to the barn pissed off as hell and Dean Calls me to tell me the plan. Of how we were going to bring the angels and demons together so they would burn each other out. Which is good so I wouldn't be surprised. 

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I walk in the barn. “I don't know, man. Where's Ruby?” Sam said to Dean. “Well she is your hell buddy Sam.” I said to him. They both look at me. “And where have you been?” “I have been trying to get some real answers. But to no avail I apparently was talking to a coward.” Dean took a sip from his flask as Anna walked in. “Little early for that, isn't it?” “It's 2 a.m. somewhere.” “You okay?” She asked, being sincere and of course he answers like how he always when asked that question, actually how my brothers and I do. “Yeah, of course.” When he finishes speaking the doors fly open when Castiel and uriel walk in. “Hello, Anna. It's good to see you.” Cas said looking at her. “How? How did you find us? Dean?” Sam questioned looking at him. And he turns Anna.  “I'm sorry” “Why?” Sam questioned him.

“Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me... or kill you. I know how their minds work.” She gives Dean a kiss goodbye. “You did the best you could. I forgive you. Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready.” “I'm sorry.” Cas said looking at her. “No. You're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling.” Cas looks hurt and I know he doesn't want to do this but he has his orders. “Still, we have a history. It's just –” “Orders are orders. I know. Just make it quick.” As she said that Alastair and Ruby walks in with Ruby not looking the best. “Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head.” “How dare you come in this room... you pussing sore?” Uriel saId in a commanding voice. “Name-calling. That hurt my feelings... You sanctimonious, fanatical prick.” Alastair said back it was like watching two little kids on the playground. 

“Turn around and walk away now.” Cas said to them, stepping closer which I did not like. I may be mad at the dick but I don't want him hurt. “Sure. Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper.” Alastair said being really good as a creep in the process. “You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now... or we lay you to waste.” “Think I'll take my chances.” He said as the demons and angels started to fight. My brothers and I stand to the side not wanting to get caught up but that changes when I see Cas needs help. As he tried to exorcise Alastair it wasn't going how he planned. 

“Sorry, kiddo. Why don't you go run to daddy?” He started to do it to Cas I didn't even know you could do that as a demon. “Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferma, me confirma!” I go over and swing him off. “Get Off of Him!” As I went to help Cas up my brothers joined me. “Dean, Dean, Dean... I am so disappointed. You had such promise.” Dean goes to fight him but instead Anna gets her mojo back. “No!” Uriel screamed out. Anna threw the vial to the ground and a white smoke came out as she inhaled it. “Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!” As the bright light came from her body Cas pulled me down to him and shielded me from the blast from using his coat. When it was gone, so was Anna. “Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared.” Dean said, taunting Uriel. “This isn't over.” “Oh, it looks over to me, junkless.” Castiel looks at me and I nod at him with that he disappears. 

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We were on the impala’s hood drinking some beers celebrating that once again we had tangled with things we shouldn't but we were still alive. “I can't believe we made it out of there.” Dean said to us and he was right. “Amen to that brother” I said, lifting my beer and the three of us clicked them together. “I know you heard him guys.” Dean said, holding his beer looking down in it like it was a mirror. “Who?” Sam and I said trying not to make Dean uncomfortable. “Alastair. What he said... about how I had promise.” “We heard him” I said in a calm voice.“You're not curious?” He asked us. “Dean of course were curious but Sam and I know that you don't want to talk about that and we won't push about that.” “It wasn't four months, you know.” Oh no. “What do you mean?” “It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years.” “My God” I whispered.

“They, uh... They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly... I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And Alastair... at the end of every day... every one... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack... if I put souls on... if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy, Y/n/n. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls.The -- the things that I did to them.” “Dean, come here.” I said as I held out my arms. Dean took it and he just cried in my arms and Sam came around with his long arms and joined the hug. I pulled back and looked into Dean's eyes and told him what was true and what he needed to hear. “Dean... Dean, look, at me you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have. You did what had to. We don't blame you.” And I brought him in for another hug.  “How I feel... This... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Y/n/n. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.”

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It was late at night at this crappy motel that we had stopped at to get at least a couple of hours of sleep. But I couldn't. Sam and Dean were in the room while I was outside. My eyes dried and red from the crying I had done by myself so the boys wouldn't see. I was hoping the cool air would help the redness. I thought that I was being tortured by the pain of Dean dying but hearing that it was forty years just made it a hundred times worse.

While I was looking down at the ground I heard wings and looked up, there was Cas with sad eyes. “Hey” I said in a quiet voice sniffling. “Are you hurt from the fight?” He said moving closer. “No this is not from the fight, I just learned that dean did not spend four months but forty years in hell. I just wish I could somehow take that pain from him.” “Time does move differently there than here but Dean is a strong willed human he will be okay.” I think Cas was trying to comfort me. “Thanks Cas, are you okay? I mean what Alastair did.” “Oh I will be fine but if he did finish I wouldn't so thank you. And I thought you were mad at me.” “Cas you getting hurt trump's me being mad just I want you to know you are more than a footstool and you should believe the same.” “Try to get some sleep Y/n.” And he flies off. I think we are starting to become friends.

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And that was it! Thank you for reading, sorry this took me so long hit some writer's block. So excited for the future we are starting to become closer to the exciting episodes and the friendship between Y/n and Cas is growing!

NEXT

[flightlessangelwings]

To those who celebrate, happy thanksgiving ❤️ and if you don’t (I don’t really either but just spreading love here mostly with this post) then happy Thursday

Thank you to all who have stuck around my page here no matter how long you’ve been following me. Thank you for supporting me and my writing and for proving a safe and fun space here. And thank you especially to those who have sent me love about Zero’s passing. It’s been extremely hard on me but your love has definitely been felt and appreciated ❤️❤️

I’m adjusting more each day, but I still just keep crying when I try and look for him. It’s hard with it being so sudden and I keep thinking he’s still here. It’ll just take time.

I’ll still be scarce throughout the weekend but I’ll start filling my queue up in a few days. Writing may still be sparse for a while tho, unless I feel like writing something super angsty to help process my emotions. I had planned something for wanksgiving but I just don’t have it in me right now. Perhaps later when I get my mojo back.

Thanks again for all the love and support ❤️❤️❤️

[imagines--galore]

Requests for FMAB

So, I’m trying to get my writing mojo back which has been alluding me for the past couple days or so. But I’m feeling inspired to write some Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood and I know once I start writing I’ll be able to get out of that slump. So please, help me out and if you have ANY requests for Edward Elric, Alphonose Elric or Roy Mustang drop by my inbox and I’ll get started on them. 

[earth4angels]

If it makes you feel better, I saw all your moots blocked all the anons

Is there any way we can help you get your writing mojo back?

yea i had my fellow jace writers msg me personally and it felt so nice to have conversations with them, i got closer to them so this whole drama only made me closer to my moots lol at the end of the day they lost <3 we all just blocked rude anons and since then my inbox has been dry and i miss the chaos but at the same time — i feel relief.

— i have no idea ml, i can just think about sticking with me and send me any thoughts yall would like to see etc 🫶🏻

[purplesurveys]

1902

If you had $10,000 dollars right now what would you do with it? I'd give my parents a portion of it, then keep the rest tucked away in my savings. I'm planning to hunt for a condo by year-end anyway so that amount would honestly take me super super far.

When was the last time you consumed alcohol? Two weeks ago at Angela and Hans' engagement party.

Have you ever broken a bone? No. Sprains were the worst I've had; fortunately never broke a bone.

What type of perfume do you use the most? I don't really like perfume as I find them too strong.

What book are you reading, currently? I haven't read anything in a while.

Are you interested in creative writing of any sort? No. I dabbled in it in my younger years but quickly learned that it wasn't and would never be my forte. I couldn't even think of creative plots so there was barely anything that translated to writing either. I've always enjoyed writing non-fiction stuff much more – and am miles miles miles away better at it too.

Would you introduce the last person you kissed to your parents? They knew her.

Can a boy and girl be friends without having feeling for one another? Yes? Why is this even a question haha.

Can you ever see yourself and your ex back together? No.

Are any of your friends virgins? There may be a couple but I'm really just guessing. Sex isn't ever something that comes up except with close friends.

Who did you last go out to eat with? Family – we were at a Japanese restaurant a week ago.

Is your ex a complete loser? I'd rather not call them such names at this point. Of course, they suck for many things but let's keep it at that haha.

What does the shirt you’re wearing look like? Where did you get it from? It's an olive green shirt that's turtleneck-ish but not really? I don't really know how to explains it haha but it kind of bunches up at the neck area. Shopee.

Who is the funniest person you know? Hans.

Do you say sorry first? If I know I should.

What do you look like right now? Pretty decent, tbh. We spent the entire evening hosting dinner for our extended family who've flown in from the States, so I wanted to make sure I looked nice even if we were just having the gathering at home. They came complete too for the very first time – it's usually just the immediate family who comes but they've brought in husbands and boyfriends too, who were all American.

It was a lot of fun! This might sound weird to those who live in countries with more diversity in cultures, but coming from a homogenous country it was so fascinating to meet Americans for the first time!! They were so nice and easy to talk to! And very chatty so it really helped me come out of my shell.

Who’s bed were you on last? Mine.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? Elijah, I think.

Do you like to cuddle? Yeah it's nice but I haven't done it in years.

Is sex on your mind more than 3 times a day? Not usually.

What were you doing an hour ago? Washing the dishes.

Do you like it up against the wall? Sure.

Do you prefer girlfriend / boyfriend or friends with benefits? Continued from last night. A relationship.

Are you smiling? No.

When did you last eat pizza? Last night. The dinner-hosting was super impromptu and my mom only had time to make simple pasta, so I rushed to get follow-up pizza + mojos so that everyone was fed well.

Honestly, are things going the way you planned? I don't really plan to begin with....? I know that sounds bad, but I generally just try to do my best out of what life hands. The only things I try not to do are fuck up at work and lose relationships; and so far that has been going well.

Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? No.

Who did you spend your summer with last year? For the most part, with my family; but I also had a reasonable portion of it with my closest group of friends.

Did you wear what you are wearing today for a specific reason? I chose to wear it for a reason last night, yeah. I just haven't changed out of it since then because I was exhausssssted and just wanted to sleep.

What was the last thing you ate? A slice of pizza + god knows how many mojos.

Are you taking this survey in a place other than your home? No, I am at home.

Did you get ice cream from the ice cream truck when you were little? Do they still have an ice cream truck where you live? Every once in a while, yeah. We just were rarely allowed to – and to this day, I rarely entertain them – because the markup is bonkers. One came over during the pandemic and a popsicle that would go for ₱15-₱20 pesos cost like ₱50. So ever since then I've been wary about going out to meet them and only do when I have a very particular craving for ice cream.

*We also don't have ice cream trucks. They travel on bikes with a little extension on the side for their coolers.

What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you? My breakup, because it sent me into a downward spiral in ways I had never reached before and have never reached since. If you look at my camera roll today, it literally jumps from August to October 2020 (it happened in September) as I barely ate and only stayed in my room at the time. Traumatic, but also the most emotionally exhausting thing I've ever been through.

No, I hardly think about it these days; and if anything, I only think about it when I want to be reminded to be grateful for the life I have now and the nice things I have been able to experience since. If I had let my sadness win, I never would have found BTS, witnessed my best friend get engaged, be able to travel to other countries, etc.

What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? I mean it would be a scientific breakthrough more than anything because we are both girls, so I'd worry about that part first lol.

Don’t you hate it when your cell phone dies in the middle of a convo? Sure, but I always run to plug it in so that it doesn't happen.

If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? No.

Would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $15,000? Sure.

Where was the last place you got completely wasted? 2017? 2018? idk that was the last time it went horrible, and since then I've managed how much I drink.

Have you ever changed the prices of items at a store? Wow, no.

Would your parents disown you if you got pregnant? At this point no. They'll get SUPER disappointed if I got pregnant without a legal partner (aka married lol) and will probably take it out on me but I'm sure they will be excited at least for the going-to-be-grandparents part.

When was the last time you drank alcohol? What was it? Two weeks ago. Just a couple bottles of apple-flavored beer.

Do you like where you live? Yes. It's okay, it's quiet, but I'm also looking for a change in pace.

Are you going to any concerts or festivals this summer? Nothing planned out.

Have you had sex with someone you weren’t married to? Someone you weren’t even dating? Not married to, yes. Not dating, no.

Are you under the age of 18? No.

Do you have a job? I do.

Are you going to school still? Do you plan on going to college? No more school. I graduated in 2020 and have no plans on getting any higher degrees.

Are you overweight? No. My last medical exam was very clear in stating underweight.

Would you get married at 18? Well, I didn't.

Have you ever been so wasted, you couldn’t walk? Just a handful of times.

What is the last thing that you got really excited over? Meeting my extended cousins after 8 years, and for the first time their husband/boyfriend too.

Any baby names you think you might name your future kids? I have a few favorites. Not that I'll ever have to use them.

When was the last time you had sex? A few years back.

Who did you last hang out with other then family? Co-workers.

Do you remember the last boy you texted? What was it about? Probably Hans, and I think we were just talking about proposal plans. I don't text much.

If you could go back in time and change things, would you? Nope.

Has anyone had their hand in your pants today? Uh, nope.

Do you like your dad? How about your mom? Sure. My dad's great; my mom's okay for the most part but she also has her psychopath/sociopath moments that make me question her...entire person, essentially.

Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? I feel yesterday would be better because I know we have no plans today.

Do you have anything that belongs to your boyfriend/girlfriend? I don't have one.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? It was both of us.

Was your last kiss drunk or sober? Sober.

What’s your favorite color? Purple.

Do you drink? Socially.

Do you smoke? Kind of.

Ever had a black eye? I have not.

When was the last time you slept in bed with a member of the opposite sex? Who was it? I don't think that's ever happened.

Did your most recent kiss take place in/on a bed? No.

Has anyone seen you naked in the last 6 months? Nope.

How would you describe your current relationship status? I'm single and voluntarily avoiding relationships.

Have you ever shared food/drink off the same plate/glass as someone you like? Not just with someone I like, but with friends or family too.

Have you ever had a valentine? Sure.

Have your lips ever gone numb from kissing? I don't think so.

Last person to cuddle with? The person I was with years ago.

[ofgentleresolve]

ferre's thoughts!

hi everyone! so sorry to have been absent ( or at least very sporadic ) here and across all my other blogs- i promise i never stopped thinking about my muses and all of the wonderful dynamics i have with everyone!! recently though, i guess i've been feeling a bit...meh about this blog?? so i'm just going to ramble for a hot second in these bullet points to air out my thoughts and hopefully i can get to some kind of conclusion here....feel free to throw your own opinions in here if you want to!!

this is my fault, but uh, i think i accidentally isolated myself on this blog?? like, these days most of my activity rp-related has been in discord, but i would like...to reach to ppl again if they are still interested....that being said, i know i say i love plotting with other muns, but i also know that truthfully, it takes me a while to open up and it probably doesn't help that i can take like weeks to get back to ppl ic wise....i dont want to get into the details but i'll just say that this summer was kinda...not great ( don't worry nothing bad happened, i'm just going thru a rough patch....) so that's been killing my writing mojo for a while ://

this also relates to the first point, but i realize plotting really does make a difference to me about whether or not i'm excited for a thread so i'll probably make a note about that when i rewrite & condense my rules....

ever since i moved patrick to his own blog, i've noticed that annie ( and since i gave him a connection to her ) and ga ram seem to be the most active on there...tbh there are some muses on my main muse roster that truthfully, haven't been used in months due to the lack of plots/active dynamics- i don't want to get rid of them bc nostalgia and i do intend to write them on occasion, but....if they aren't garnering as much interest then i might just have to switch around my rosters a bit....

this blog isn't nearly as much of a slice-of-life blog as it used to be....if anything, i feel like it might be better to call it a crime & slice-of-life multimuse considering that the muse who seems to come out the most often now is annie....as such i was wondering if....perhaps changing the aesthetics of this blog might help with getting into the mood for writing on here again?? if anything patrick and calum's blogs seem to embody this blog's current core themes more ^^'

this might also mean changing the username for this blog....although i will say, i am quite attached to this url as it's been my brand for YEARS... but on the other hand perhaps a url with a bit more...grit to it could help ( that and if it is change then better to accept than resist...right?? )

also saw lena on my dash ( WHICH WAS A SIGN OF A GOOD DAY FOR ME 🥺🥺🥺 ) and i lowkey?? wanna follow in their footsteps aka be more lax and free-flowing on here...so i might drop the formatting ( sans the small text ) bc that does, i will admit, take up more time to post responses than anything else :'D

okay if you read all of this, thanks for listening, i promise everything will be fine on my end <3 i really really just miss writing on here and being part of dashboard shennagans so....hope to see?? you all soon in the meanwhile, will try to get to some memes & maybe do the bingo boards for some of my muses here <3

[ozimagines]

Do you have any thoughts on what dating Dr Gloria Nathan would be like? Also I love this blog and hope that you are feeling better soon.

Awwww you’re too sweet! Honestly made this page just because I ran out of fanfiction to read so I was like I’ll just keep my fics here. Now I’ve got some regulars who seem to enjoy my work, plus a community of people as stoked on this show as I am. And thank you! Had PT today, which was ROUGH but now I get to write this! 🥹😁

Dating Dr. Gloria Nathan would include…

Oh she’s had bad fucking luck when it’s come to love.

She’s ready. Ready to love with everything she has and then… the rug gets pulled out from under her. Who knows. Maybe it’s just not her thing.

She’s lost a little bit of that bedside mojo working in Oz. So when she’s asked as extra hands at the local hospital, she’s told she’s a little stand offish with the patients.

“Breath in. Breath out. Breath in.”

“Shake it all about?”

Her eyes flit up to see you on the bed, smile on your face.

“Oh, you’re joking sorry. I, uh, don’t get out much.”

“I can see that. Good for my health. Bad for yours.”

She chuckled again. You were funny.

“I knew you were gonna be a good doctor.”

“How so?”

“You were 30 minutes late. I’m not being a dick. My mom always told me be wary of a doctor that’s on time. It means they care about the schedule more than the patients. If someone needs extra care, they get it. I can tell, you’re a good doctor.”

She checked how many painkillers you were on, but found nothing.

“Is this a make a wish clinic? Do I get to make a request?”

“You’re not dying, but sure.”

“One night out with the beautiful but terrifyingly serious doctor? For a dying person’s sake?”

“Again; fractured wrist. Not dying.”

She’s giggling like a school girl by the time she leaves your room. She wonders if it wouldn’t have been a complete breach of protocol to leave her number with you, but shakes it off. She’s a professional.

When you leave the hospital, you wait by her desk.

“Mr/Mrs/Mx L/N-“

“Can you at least let me bring you coffee tomorrow? Or lunch on your break? Just to say thank you.”

“It’s not just a thank you, is it?”

“Nope.” 😇

She doesn’t really expect to see you the next day, but you’re holding eight coffees.

“What happened?”

“I realized I didn’t know how you take your coffee. So I prepared seven alternatives to the black coffee I got you. All the milks and sugars.”

Sister Pete is watching from her desk and can’t help but giggle. Gloria is taken a little off guard.

Somewhere Tim is being mopey because someone else likes Gloria.

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to go through the trouble.”

You smile good-naturedly.

“Not a trouble.”

She smiled at you and tells you she has to go take care of a patient.

“One of those many cups has my number on it. Maybe give me a call?”

She agrees and then continues to work. Her and Sister Pete have lunch together.

“Saw Starbucks came to visit you at work today.”

Dr. Nathan explained the situation.

“He/she/they’re really sweet but… I don’t know. Think I’m a little too uptight for dating right now.”

“I don’t know. Starbucks seems sweet.”

Sister Pete learns your name later but all she calls you is Starbucks.

You text for a little while, her always blowing you off because she’s busy, but she appreciates the good morning texts all the same.

She gets all red faced and bashful whenever she’s complimented.

She’s grown a thick skin in Oz that’s hard to undo.

You show up at the hospital, but she’s back in Oz for the day Sister Pete tells you. You look dejected and just say “oh. Thank you.”

“Why don’t you step back into my office. We can talk if you’d like?”

“I promise I’m not some stalker. We talked and she seemed really nice. I figured if she didn’t have the time I could make it for us. I don’t know. I think I’m just annoying her. I’m gonna stop now.”

Sister Pete listens to you non-judgmentally.

“Tell you what, if you don’t receive a text by tonight telling you that she’s interested, I think you should stop… just let me talk to her first. Figure out what’s going on.”

“You would do that?”

“For you. For her. For a little romance.”💝

You’re about to leave the room when Sister Pete says; “shd likes French toast, fluffy cats, and the beach.”

Sister Pete makes good on her word to talk to Gloria.

“I talked to Starbucks today.”

“He/she/they were here?”

“Yup. Asking about you. Wondering if they should stop pursuing you before they annoy you.”

Gloria thinks for a second. She feels badly for you, really. She does like you; the kind eyes and the jovial personality.

“Why are you dragging your feet? I can tell you care about him/her/them.”

“Since my husband-“

“And Tim and O��Reily. I know, Gloria. You’ve had terrible luck. But it’s never going to get better if you don’t take some chances.”

She thinks about what Sister says all day. All night. You get a text at two in the morning.

Hi, Mr/MrsMx L/N. I’m sorry I’ve been so aloof. I’d like to have dinner with you tomorrow if it’s not too much of a trouble.

You respond with this:

She didn’t stop laughing for twenty minutes.

You to to the diner Tim took her to.

She always gets French toast. Has a love for it but hates cooking. She gets powdered sugar and blackberries on top.

You rapid fire questions to get to know her. Her small talk is crap.

She likes berry flavored anything. Gets way too into watching Judge Vonda B. She also loves swimming.

You ask what her favorite flavor of milkshake is. She thinks for a second.

“Orange dreamsicle.”

You surprise her with one on her shift the next day.

She finds she really enjoys being at around you. You seem to genuinely care about her.

It takes her a while to talk about herself without prompting. She’s just generally very closed off.

When you guys do go out, she prefers smaller things.

Wine tastings, cafes, book stores.

She prefers just spending time around you, not necessarily the whole city.

You find out she likes having sweet snacks while she works. Sister Pete lets you into her office one day in secret.

When she comes in the next day, her desk if filled with treats.

Pulparindos, pelon pelo rico, and revocladitas (watermelon, her favorite)

The Latinos are jealous lol

Murphy and Tim tease her a little for being so smitten.

When you come to pick her up from work one day, you meet them, Tim being a little bitter about losing Gloria.

“Wow, Gloria, it’s like they’re your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner.” -Tim teases.

Gloria looks at him, and then at you, and smiles:

“Yeah, I guess he/she/they are.”🥰

You love seeing her work; she’s so passionate.

You deal with a few O’Reily jabs here and there

After a while, Gloria is able to talk about what happened to her. With Keenan.

You hold her as she cries and tell her she’s safe.

She really does feel safe with you.

Everyone at work notices her smiling more, that broken look in her eyes is gone. 😄

You learn she’s not bad at cooking, but she hates it, so you cook often.

She likes to watch you cook as she does her work at home.

She’s stupid for the Harry Potter series. Remembers reading them as she was getting her doctorate.

(Not so much after Joann’s newest rants but that wasn’t really known in the early 2000s.)

She likes to marathon the movies.

You find her novelty food like the Bertie Bots every flavored Beans, chocolate frog, popping chocolates.

She enjoys them all, especially when you dress up in your house robes for her.

She’s a Ravenclaw. All the way.

She likes gardening. Keeping a small tomato and cucumber garden. She grows MASSIVE cucumbers.

“Hey, we need to talk, Y/N.”

You get nervous.

“I just… I mean, I’ve said these words so many times I didn’t think I could still mean them. I love you, Y/N.”

You actually do dance in front of her this time. 😁

She’s a very good domestic partner. Always helps around the house no matter how tired she is.

You get married, because you decide together to get married.

She still plans a proposal.

Something small and personal.

She takes you to a secluded spot in the city. A rooftop of her old building, in her old neighborhood.

You watch the sky together, counting the birds and planes overhead.

“My life is better with you. I hope yours is better with me.”

The ring is simple. Just a band and a stone, but the stone is bright yellow like the sun. It’s a gorgeous ring.

The wedding is with all of the Oz crew. Sister Pete and Mukada congratulating you. Murphy making Tim not act like a mopey asshole the whole time. Howell is raiding the bar.

You adopt a cat together afterward. A beautiful rag doll cat that becomes your baby (even though you adopted older because Gloria said it wasn’t too late for anyone to find love)

Her/his name is Maria/Peter.

(For obvious reasons lol)

She speaks in Spanish to her little baby doll.

“Thank you, Y/N, for everything.”

“Te amo.”

“Te amo, Y/N.”😘

Bonus: You get Christmas sweaters to match every year. Usually with one half of a joke on one, and the other half on the other. No one can deny you’re a cute couple. ☺️

[three--rings]

God, so okay, so, I want to say. . .

Pretty Follies is still out there as my hanging OFMD WIP. I never intended to abandon it, I just got two consecutive cases of major Ship Brain with new ships and then couldn't really get back into the mood.

Part of me told myself I would finish it before S2 aired. I remember when I updated it in January I thought: well S2 might air in March/April so I have time to finish this....and then nothing, and I thought well, good I have more time to finish this.

And now okay I have a Deadline.

But...for a while I felt like I couldn't write at all. And then I got obsessed by Shuake and couldn't stop writing for them, and wrote some stuff that got some VERY VERY nice comments that helped my writer self esteem. So I also have THAT wip hanging over my head

Because then I was in the fucking CAR ACCIDENT. And since then I've felt like I have not only negative writing ability, but I haven't even READ anything.

(A lot of stream of conscious babbling under here about IDK where I'm at RN...)

Like honestly, not even a joke, it's been three weeks and I haven't read a single fic. And like at first, sure, it was terrible pain and heavy medication and then it was less pain but still medicated and now it's not that much pain at all and mostly my normal level of medicated (cause not to forget I'm a chronic pain patient none of this is new to me.)

But I've felt so utterly braindead. All I've been able to do is watch Youtube and play very brainless video games. (And also partly watch and partly co-play Red Dead Redemption 2 with my husband which has been a DELIGHT. I've played it before but he hasn't so I'm getting to enjoy his first time reactions. It's a let's play from next to me, and then when it's too hard he hands me the controller to kill everyone.)

And I've basically been living waiting for TOMORROW which is when Starfield will go live (for me) because I've been anticipating this game for so freaking long. And my plan was basically to spend the next couple months doing nothing but play it.

But now...I'm like, also in a month there's OFMD. And I should try to write. And I don't know if I KNOW HOW.

IDK my writing mojo has always been a thing that is mysterious and does not respond well to forcing. Like, when it's gone I have to just do other things and it will come back, but damn it's bad for finishing things. And I don't even really remember what I was doing with Pretty Follies except that EVERY PART OF MY BRAIN IS ON FIRE with that bride wedding topper. That's, like, part of that fic's verse. I don't care. It's in there. It's what I'm talking about with Ed in that fic. IT's YES.

BLAH IDK IDK I should reread my own fic I guess. But also my brain doesn't want to.

It's weird how suffering is like...BAD for energy and artistic motivation. And I'm mostly just now coming out of the suffering and I've stopped sleeping 12+ hours every day, but like, also I have weeks and weeks of recovery still. So...IDK

I'm allowed to be lazy RN. IDK. It's ... annoying.