#what's this you ask? a supernatural au that no one asked for but u got anyways?

[allmoshnobrain]

𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dean winchester x hunter!reader | word count: 1,7k | requests are open! send yours here

“Sam died, sweetheart,” he whispered, and your heart clenched at his words. Why did he have to call you that right now? “And I made a deal to bring him back. I had to.” “This isn’t funny,” you said, your voice trembling. “Dean, you can’t be serious.” “I’m serious,” he replied, his tone firm. “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”

✦ on this fic: dean winchester x reader, fem!reader but this part is pretty neutral, angst, s3 spn plot

✦ a/n: this is my first time writing a reader insert for the supernatural universe. this is super angsty, and other parts to this au may come in the future so feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any suggestions! hope u enjoy the read 🖤

Word travels fast in a hunter’s world.

In a job where information is everything, sharing what you know wasn’t just helpful, but also expected. So, when the Devil’s Gate opened and demons started pouring out everywhere, it didn’t take long before you heard about it. It didn’t come as a surprise when you heard Sam and Dean Winchester had been there when it happened, right in the middle of it. You knew the boys; you knew they had a knack for getting mixed up in every kind of mess that popped up, ever.

What did surprise you, though, was Dean showing up on your doorstep less than a month later.

You knew something was off the second you saw him. First, because he was alone, and honestly, you couldn’t remember ever seeing him without Sam around. But mostly, it was the look in his eyes. As soon as you opened the door, he smiled at you, but his eyes didn’t follow ��� there was a storm brewing in his green irises, one even he didn’t seem to notice.

“Dean,” you said, frowning as he stood in your doorway. “How did you…”

“Bobby told me,” he cut you off, like it was no big deal, not even waiting for you to finish asking how the hell did he know where you lived. Of course, Bobby had. You sighed — would’ve been nice if Bobby gave you a heads-up, but whatever. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, but… what’s going on?” you asked, stepping aside to let him into your little cabin. It wasn’t much — pretty small, tucked away from the town, and didn’t look like anything special from the outside. Inside, though, was another story. Your eyes flicked up to the devil’s trap right above the door, and you felt a wave of relief when Dean walked right under it. Okay, not possessed. That’s a start.

“Can’t I just pay a visit to an old friend?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow. Sure, you’d crossed paths with Dean more than a few times — occupational hazard of being a hunter — but something about this felt off. It wasn’t like him to just show up without a reason, especially with everything that had gone down in the past few weeks.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” you pressed, not letting him off the hook. His smile faltered, quickly replaced by that familiar annoyed look he got when he didn’t want to talk about whatever was actually on his mind.

“Why does something have to be wrong?”

You rolled your eyes. “Because you never just drop by for no reason. Where’s Sam?”

“Not here,” he muttered, and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Look, I’m fine. Everything's fine.  Bobby just figured you’d wanna know what went down with the Colt and yellow-eyes…”

“I’ve got a phone,” you cut in, crossing your arms. 

Dean sighed, his usual swagger faltering for a second as he cleared his throat, almost like he was nervous. “And… maybe he also thought I could use some time away from hunting, just for a bit, you know? With someone I… I liked being around.”

He couldn’t even look at you when he said it, a slight blush creeping up his neck. It wasn’t the Dean you were used to seeing, and that made your heart skip in a way you weren’t entirely prepared for.

You blinked in surprise. Dean, shy? Around you, of all people? That was rare. You’d seen him flirt before — hell, he was good at it and he knew it. This wasn’t the Dean you were used to, but then again, he wasn’t exactly acting like his usual self today.

“You’re not a shapeshifter, are you?” you asked, slowly. He huffed.

“No, I’m not.”

“Mind if I check?” You grabbed the knife you always kept strapped to your thigh. Dean just shrugged, holding his hand out. You took it, his skin warm under your fingers, and pressed the iron blade against it until it drew blood. No reaction, a small twitch in his arm muscles the only sign he’d felt anything. 

“See?” he said, his voice a little rough. “Not a shapeshifter, not a demon, just good ol’ me.”

Alright then. As weird as it was, it looked like Dean Winchester had really shown up at your place just to… hang out? You glanced up at him, wiping your knife off on your jeans before sliding it back into its sheath.

“Sorry about that,” you muttered. “Come on, let me patch you up.”

“So,” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow as you finished wrapping the bandage around his hand. “What’ve you been up to? Working any cases?”

“Why do you wanna know? Weren’t you supposed to be taking a break from hunting for a few days?” you shot back, and he chuckled. You glanced up at him. “You know I don’t hunt as much as you guys. I mostly just keep an eye on this area. But it’s been pretty quiet lately.”

“Yeah, well, you take care of yourself, alright? Lots of demons running around lately,” he said. “If you ever need backup, just call me.”

“Thanks,” you replied quietly. “I haven’t been up to much other than keeping an eye on things. Honestly, I was worried about you guys. Heard you were at the Devil’s Gate when everything went down.”

“We were trying to stop it,” Dean said, and you nodded.

“I figured as much. But…” You hesitated. “That’s not exactly what everyone’s saying.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning a bit as he flexed his hand, checking how well he could move it with your bandages. “Who’s everyone?”

“The other hunters,” you said. “They’re saying Sam… and you… you guys made the whole thing happen.”

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“And did you believe that bullshit?”

“I didn’t! Just… Please be careful out there, alright? Not all hunters are as friendly right now.” He looked at you for a moment, then let out a sigh and nodded. You hesitated. “Do you, uh, wanna hit up a bar or something? I mean, I’m not exactly living the most exciting life out here…”

“You got a TV and some beers?” he asked, catching you off guard. You blinked a few times before nodding. “Sweet. That’s all I need today. We could watch a movie or something, maybe order in.”

“I can cook,” you chimed in. “I’ve got a wood-burning oven outside... we could make homemade pizza.”

The way he looked at you, it was like you’d just revealed you had the keys to Heaven itself.

You finally figured out what was up much later in the night, while you and Dean were sprawled out in your queen bed.

At first, he had tried to be a gentleman and insisted on crashing on the couch, but you wouldn’t have it — the bed was more than big enough for both of you. No point in him getting a stiff neck just because he wanted to play nice. Sure, you were practical, but you also just wanted him to be comfortable. You could sense something was off with him, even if he kept saying he was fine.

So there you were, cozy and ready to sleep, lights out and moonlight streaming through the curtains, lying on your side and facing the wall as you listened to his deep breathing. You were almost drifting off yourself when he said it.

“I made a deal.”

You opened your eyes right away, twisting in bed to find his face just inches from yours. Your heart raced at the vulnerability in his gaze — the angst he’d tried to keep hidden was now clear as day. It made your heart sink and your breath hitch a little.

“What?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice. Dean closed his eyes for a second, letting out a small sigh.

“Sam died, sweetheart,” he whispered, and your heart clenched at his words. Why did he have to call you that right now? “And I made a deal to bring him back. I had to.”

“This isn’t funny,” you said, your voice trembling. “Dean, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m serious,” he replied, his tone firm. “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”

You didn’t answer, just buried your face in your hands, struggling to catch your breath as tears started to well up in your eyes. The reaction shocked you — why did you care about him so much? How could you be terrified of losing him when you were just… what? Occasional hunting partners? Friends?

But he was right there with you, wasn’t he?

Was this why he had come to you?

“I wanted to tell you myself,” he said softly, as if he could read your mind. “I… I wanted to see you. One last time, at least.”

One last time. His words bounced around in your head, and you lowered your hands to face him, confusion scrunching your brow. That didn’t make sense. Demons usually gave you ten years after a deal, so why…?

“Dean,” you said slowly. “How long… how long did they give you?”

“A year,” he whispered, so quietly you almost missed it. “They gave me a year.”

“No,” you said, covering your mouth with one hand as the sobs started to spill out. “Oh, no, Dean, no, no, no…”

He pulled you close, wrapping you tight against his chest as you cried, your arms instinctively clinging to him. Incoherent words tumbled out — trying to apologize for crying, for feeling like a hole had been carved out of your chest. It didn’t feel right — you weren’t the one who was supposed to be feeling this way.

Because you weren’t the one dying.

You cried yourself to sleep in his arms that night. As your sobs faded into tired breaths and your eyes finally closed, Dean felt a sharp ache in his chest while watching your swollen eyes and damp cheeks.

He couldn’t deal with the whirlwind of feelings churning inside him right now. He couldn’t face the regret, the fear, not even that nameless feeling he had for you — because he was too scared to name it, to even acknowledge it was real. All he knew was that he had lied; Bobby hadn’t sent him to you. Things weren’t fine, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

He had come to you of his own choice.

Because when his world was crumbling, he knew you were the only one who could help him pick up the pieces.

Even when everything felt hopeless.

Even when he felt completely lost.

[marzimars]

Okay, I absolutely NEED to hear more about this fanfic you won’t write, that art is AMAZING

Aw thanks sm!! I realize that I gave more context on my insta post and not here so I appreciate this ask✨

The general idea was a no stand au where Fugo and Haruno become unlikely friends. However, the mafia is a dangerous business and despite Fugo’s efforts to deter Haruno away, one fateful incident leaves the younger teen dead. Unable to accept what happened to his friend, fugo finds it difficult to move on. That is, until the boy he once knew as Haruno comes back into his life as something else.

(Or something like that, my elevator pitch if u will)

A what if scenario, where fugo and haruno meet before he is “giorno” and joins the gang, with a supernatural turn. Originally intended as an excuse to write something horror related but I got in my feels with the subjects of grief and identity in a coming of age type of way.

[crushedsweets]

Can you draw or talk more about Toby and Eyeless Jack or even the X-Virus?

YESSSS i can. heres a lil doodle to get me started.

OKKKK the little concept in my head has slender's MAIN GOAL being to prevent any paranormal/supernatural stuff coming out to the general public. hence his proxies being made to get rid of tapes, evidence, and kill if Necessary. sometimes slender makes paranormal/supernatural ppl help out his human proxies "as payment for refuge" in his forest. SO that sorta explains how toby and jack know each other and why jack helps at all. he can't rlly go out to the public so he's stuck with these assholes. it's not really supposed to be a 'mansion' trope, moreso random cabins and shelters littered about the forest, but it could work in the mansion au too

Imma ramble abt toby n jacks friendship (in my head) under the cut + a random x virus doodle

as for toby and jack specifically. toby is impulsive, aggressive, can't feel pain, and doesn't know what's good for him, so he's forced to get help from jack a good bit. for a long while there was hella tension between them since, again, jack isn't helping these guys out of the goodness of his heart. he's helping them bc the forest their boss resides in is the only place he's relatively safe. jack has a weird mix of a inferiority and superiority complex, since he envies toby's humanity but also feels like he's 'better' due to toby's own . . violent habits. toby thinks jack is pretty cool from the get-go ('wooow ur grey..') but he gets pissed off with jack's questions and demands of 'DONT RIP UR FUCKING STITCHES' and 'u have a concussion don't fucking scroll on your phone for 5 hours a day'.

toby has no idea if these demands come from actual concern or annoyance, and frankly, neither does jack. regardless, toby's with jack a decent bit. partially since jack makes a lot of people really uncomfortable so it's easy to go hang out with jack when he doesnt wanna deal with anyone else but still wants company. eventually theyre capable of some decent banter and conversations. theyre both mamas boys so thats a very weird touchy topic that they kinda dance around but both feel very deeply and know the other relates. THEY MISS THEIR MOMS SO BADLY.. :( mayhaps one year toby helps drop off flowers to jack's moms house for mothers day. jacks way too ashamed to even get within a 10 mile radius of his mom. that's kinda the moment things really shift between them and they actually become friends.

toby also asks abt university. lyra was at community college until she passed, and toby never considered college as an option, so he gets curious on what he missed out on. he also likes to share stuff abt lyra and their old shenanigans. tim and brian have used his childhood against him multiple times before, and it's not like he's gonna trust ben or jeff with that information. jacks sort of like a void he could talk into. jack feels uneasy talking about his life before the sacrifice, since he misses it so unbelievably bad, but toby accidentally got him to talk about it while treating a burn before.

ok and to top this fucking essay off heres xvirus. i had no idea he existed until this year and someone sent me an ask about his updated design, so he's some scribbles for him :9 his concepts super cool tho so maybe ill get more into him later on

[diorsluv]

feather , part 10

“ i’m saying ‘no, no, no, no more’ ”

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( socialmedia!au )

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yourusername little women hurt my brain so i went back to my happy place (aka gossip girl)

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edwards.73 i’m kinda scared to ask but uh… what’s the difference between gossip girl and gilmore girls

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markestapa i know the difference between gossip girl and gilmore girls!

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username64 LITTLE WOMEN

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jackhughes little women gives me war flashbacks

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bookerburke_ gossip girl is the one with the guy that played sam in supernatural right

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username21 at least bertram isn’t in one of the pics this time

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username69 i’m kinda sorta in love with your taste in tv shows and movies

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yourusername went through my old photos and i guess this is sort of a photo dump.. if u ask me to explain the pics i might…….

so for all the trev, luke, jack, quinn, luca, mark, rut, turcs, eddy, and mackie girls, i hope you’re happy 🫶🫶

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lhughes_06 please for the love of god don’t explain the cow photo

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→ yourusername okay username44 so basically i walked out of my parents house and i saw luke’s dumbass in a cow suit standing right next to my car

→ lhughes_06 I WAS 16 AND JACK SAID IF I DID IT HE’D DO MY CHORES FOR TWO WEEKS

adamfantilli why didn’t you post me 🫤🫤

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username4 quinner is contemplating his life in that fishing pic

luca.fantilli okay but that cake was kind of good

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trevorzegras i didn’t know everyone fell asleep on top of me on the couch 😅😅

_alexturcotte let me just say i beat cole in arm wrestling

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markestapa you know i actually rode that skateboard pretty well

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edwards.73 hey it was fun getting thrown into the pool

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mackie.samo i look so disheveled eating that cake

rutgermcgroarty see me and jack held each other up in that second photo bc we’re just too strong for our own goods

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→ yourusername whatever helps you sleep at night

next chapter notes ) i’m actually grinding these chapters out it’s insane this one was really fun to make, esp the second post 😈😈 and also no booker this time so i hope yall like it a bit more lmaooo

[slytherinshua]

hi it's me again! hope ur day's been good, wasn't going to send more asks for a while since the last one but since you were asking for more soft thoughts AND make it magical this time, i had to 😣 thought of being like a village person who is very adamant that fairies exist and while strolling thru the field one day you just find yushi/sunoo laying there and surrounded by flowers and even tho u don't k anything abt him u make it ur thorough mission to accuse him of being a fairy and he's SOO mad at this bcuz not only were u rlly cute about it but he also was a fairy and he's not about to reveal himself bcuz he thinks ur cute 😭😭

SKDJKS STOP GOODBYE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE??? okok i'm gonna do yushi bcuz i love yushi but this is also reminding me of my jaehee fic im writing lmfao cause he is a fairy in that as well although its a stardew valley au not magical BUT YUSHI AS A FAIRY!! wc: 1k. genre/warnings: fairy au. reader is very excitable. not proofread and soft thoughts so it's very very messy be warned this is really just a jumble of thoughts.

fairies were always shrouded in secrecy, especially in your village which was right next to a forest thought to be home to many magical creatures. the village leaders banned anyone from going into the forest due to its dangerous nature, but you've always wondered about it. there were a few books on fairies, but all the information in them was unconfirmed and more speculation than fact. some even swore that fairies were completely made up and didn't exist in the real world, but you always liked to imagine that they did, and maybe they even lived among you.

so, ever since you were little, you started to imagine your own version of what fairies would be like. of course, they would be breathtakingly beautiful and gentle. they would have magical powers and glitter in the sunlight. their presence would be so harmonious and lovely that even butterflies would flock to their side. maybe they could grow flowers with the touch of a finger or could fly around with butterfly like wings? your imagination was truly endless, especially when you were little. but once you got to schooling age, you started to get made fun of for your obsession with the mythical creatures.

although you insisted that they were real, your classmates just laughed at the idea, telling you to not kid yourself with fictional fantasies. but no one was ever able to truly shut you up about the idea. you still daydreamed about fairies unabashedly, no matter what anyone else thought about them. to you, they were real.

after an annoying encounter with a guy in the village who seemed adamant on winning you over, you decided to take a stroll through the flower field to clear your head. cursing the guy under your breath wasn't helping as much as you would've liked. not only was he ugly, and full of himself, he was also downright rude. you definitely weren't going to let him sour the entire rest of your day.

pink, blue, and yellow flowers were blooming all over the field. butterflies and bees buzzed around happily, caring to the sweet-smelling blossoms. you saw that the butterflies seemed to keep flying to one particular spot in the field. it piqued your curiosity, so you made your way over to that part.

immediately, your fantasies about fairies came flooding back to your brain the second you saw the boy lying on the ground. his ginger hair lay over his forehead perfectly, and light freckles adorned his pink cheeks. he was simply beautiful. the second you saw him, your breath was completely taken away. you were sure that if fairies existed, he must be one of them.

"so you do really exist? you aren't just fantasy." a grin spread to your face as you mumbled under your breath. you had been trying to not disturb the sleeping boy, but his eyes flew open as the words left your mouth. maybe fairies had supernatural hearing?

the boy sat up hurriedly, "what? me?" he blinked in confusion, finger pointing back at himself in question. a butterfly landed on his hand and he gently swatted it away, face heating up in embarrassment.

he would've been upset at his nap getting interrupted, but one look at you and all annoyance dissipated. you were really pretty. as a fairy, he really should've been more worried about coming into contact with humans, but it was too late to think about that now. you had seen him, and it wasn't like a vanishing spell was going to last long enough for him to get back to the forest. plus, there was no way you would suspect that he was a fairy. most people didn't even believe they existed nowadays. he was surely safe-

"you're a fairy, aren't you!?"

oh.

his eyebrows furrowed, "no. fairies aren't even real, why would you think that?" gaslighting was never his strong suit, but it was worth a shot either way, right?

"can you do any magic? can you grow flowers?" you didn't seem to have even heard his attempt at refuting you, as you were quick to throw a flurry of questions at him. what scared him the most was how accurate they were. how did you know so much about fairies?

"n-no, i said i wasn't-" he stuttered, interrupted by you shoving a flower in his face.

"try fixing it." you said simply before pulling off some of the flower petals. yushi's heart clenched slightly at the sight. he so badly wanted to reach out and repair it. the poor flower didn't deserve to die. but that would mean outing himself. the risk wasn't worth it.

you sighed as the boy just stared at you blankly, "so you really aren't a fairy? then why do you look like one?" you sat down on the grass with him, arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

"how do you know what fairies look like? have you ever seen one?"

"well... no." you huffed in exasperation. he was right. "but you look exactly how one would expect fairies to look like! even butterflies can't stay away from you."

it was frankly unfair at how adorable you sounded trying to justify it, especially since yushi knew you were entirely right in your assumption. he could already imagine the look of pure joy and astonishment that would bloom on your face if you heard that he really was a fairy as you suspected.

would it really be so bad to reveal himself?

"what's your name, by the way? i'm y/n."

yushi thought for a second, weighing his options. he could tell you his name and that he was a fairy. he could tell you his name and leave you questioning whether he was a fairy of not. or, he could try to find a way out of the conversation altogether. he rather hated the last option. deciding that the second option was both the safest, and left him plenty of options, he went with it.

"...i'm yushi."

↳ nct wish taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @kangtaehyunzzz,, @eternalgyu,, @lexeees,, @nyukyusnz,, @planetkiimchi,,

@haecien,, @talkingsaxy,, @thesunsfullmoon,, @hursheys,, @mjupis,,

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[wisteriagoesvroom]

Thoughts on soulmates au for landoscar? How would you do it... Like, first thing they say to each other? Matching birth marks? Timer? etc etc!

this is a fun and challenging prompt because soulmate trope is not one i’ve ever attempted before, SO:

slightly crack fic version where both of them wake up with a mclaren logo somewhere semi visible. they are like "wtf is this", as are their support teams and everyone else in the world. they have to get on with a race (silverstone) and it becomes a running joke on social media that they’re so dedicated to the team they got matching tattoos or something.

meanwhile in the background lando and oscar are frantically googling "tattoo removal??" / "has anyone's soulmate mark been a corporate logo" / "nearest supernatural medium to undo spell 300km".

only for one of oscar’s sisters to text like:

sister: hey bro

oscar: kinda busy rn

sister: oh haha we figured

oscar: 🤨

sister: k but you know that’s like. a soulmate mark. right? read that in a book before. don't ask me where or how

oscar: asking neither. what's NAME of book

sister: honestly can’t remember. but u should know smth and it is sooo awkward to have to tell u dis osc

oscar: what. what is it

sister: the only way it starts fading is to obtain true love’s first kiss or sumthing p.s. mum says hi btw

(oscar drops his phone into a bowl of yoghurt.)

[27dragons]

Countdown to 2025: Dec 4

Supernatural AU / Marvel - Winteriron / Ember

The whole time they were eating dinner, Bucky couldn’t help but notice the way Tony was looking at him. Staring. They’d been dating for just over a year, and they had been friends for several years before that, and he’d never seen Tony look at him quite so intently, almost as if he were weighing Bucky’s very soul. 

Of course, Tony being a witch -- the last of a long line of extremely powerful witches on his mother’s side, enhanced with his father’s talent for technomancy -- it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility that Tony actually was weighing Bucky’s soul.

Bucky, who hadn’t even known magic was real until he’d been kidnapped and experimented on by the Hydra Coven, still didn’t know enough about Tony’s magic to gauge the situation. He spent a significant portion of the meal wondering whether to ask, or just pretend he hadn’t noticed.

But as he was scraping up the last smears of a decadent chocolate torte, just as he was about to decide that he couldn’t stand not knowing, it was Tony who broke and said, “If we’re going to keep seeing each other, I need to show you something. So you know what you’re getting into.”

Tony looked nervous, so Bucky swallowed all the questions that had immediately leapt to mind. Instead, he reached across the table to take Tony’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I trust you.”

With a wan smile, Tony led Bucky through his apartment. He thumbed the reader that unlocked the door to his workshop, then caught up Bucky’s hand again to lead the way down the stairs.

Bucky had been in the workshop before. They’d spent a lot of time there together while Tony had been unraveling the curse that the Hydra had put on him. For Bucky, the workshop was a place of wonder and mystery and comfort, all wrapped up together. He drew a deep breath as they entered, enjoying the fresh, green scent coming from the dozens of pots and tubs of rare and dangerous herbs that were arranged on one side of the massive room. Beyond the plants was an elaborate cat tree. Bucky’s eyes flicked from point to point until he’d located DUM-E and U, lounging in their customary hammocks, and JARVIS, nearly the size of a mountain lion, watching from the topmost perch, paws folded under him loaf-style. The familiar’s golden eyes followed them as they passed.

Tony brushed past his worktable and barely glanced at the cauldron on its hook. He trailed his fingertips across the handle of his broom, but didn’t take it down from its pegs on the wall.

Instead, he led Bucky to a sturdy bookcase at the very back corner of the workshop, filled with books both obscure and arcane, and pushed on it until it slid soundlessly to one side, revealing yet another door.

This one required a fingerprint and a retina scan to open, and when it opened, a rune floated in the air, dark red and throbbing with menace. Tony sketched a counterspell in the air that sent a bright blue dart into the center of the rune and caused it to get sucked into its own center.

“This is a lot of security,” Bucky observed. “You sure you really want me to see whatever this is?”

“Yep.” Tony led Bucky down a narrow hall, and Bucky got the distinct impression that they were passing through more invisible security measures and checkpoints. Finally, the hall ended in yet another door. This one, Tony opened without any impediment or fanfare, revealing what looked at first glance to be a quiet reading room.

There was a tall bookcase and a large, overstuffed chair with a blanket draped over its back. A table beside it waited for a mug and a plate of snacks. On the opposite side of the room was another shelf covered with knickknacks -- framed photos, crystals of various sizes and colors and shapes, several figurines, several delicate and airy glass structures. In the center of the shelf was a tiny bronze brazier, small enough that Bucky could have cupped it in his hands.

It was the brazier that Tony lifted down. He set it on the table, and murmured a quiet incantation as he ran his thumb around its rim. It sang like a crystal goblet at the contact, and then what Bucky had thought was a lump of coal in its center burst into light, a brilliant blue ember that pulsed gently.

He clenched his teeth together to keep his questions behind them.

Tony said something to the light with a soft, respectful tone in a language Bucky had never heard before, then turned to Bucky. “This is La Fonte della Fenice. It’s the fire at the heart of the Phoenix, and it has been the sacred trust of the Carbonelli family for nearly three thousand years.”

“It’s beautiful,” Bucky breathed, and he didn’t think he was imagining the way the glow pulsed a little brighter. “But why show it to me? I can see how much effort you’ve gone to to keep everyone away from it.” With difficulty, Bucky tore his gaze from the glimmering light to find Tony leaning against the bookshelf, one hand stuffed into his pocket, the very picture of insouciant carelessness.

One side of Tony’s mouth twitched, and he looked into Bucky’s eyes for a long moment. “Well,” he said finally, “I figured you should see what you’d be taking on if you were going to join the family.”

“What?”

Tony’s hand emerged from his pocket, a small box in his curled fingers. “That is, if you’ll do me the honor.”

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Is there any wr Chris Drabble that you can and want to share maybe perhaps

🙏🙏🙏🙏😭 * not in a pressuring way but in a I love this installment and can’t get enough way* feel free to ignore if not!

you know what??? sure! this is a fluffy one that i haven't had a reason to post, so i'll use this ask for that skdjfhskjdf

just fyi i've got a couple horny ones in the works, but they're still not complete 😭 so this is all i can offer for now. hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · fluff | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · a bit suggestive, but it’s fairly tame · this is barely proof-read, so please bear with me

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: hey pretty > i know we said we were gonna go on a date tonight > but i dont think ill make it baby im sorry :(

< You: aw 🥺 < it’s ok darling < we can go out some other time

> Chris💕🐺: ill make it up to u > i promise

It wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to come home late at night. He’d always come through the door complaining about how they were behind on their sprint, or how one of his co-workers deleted hours worth of coding in a single click, or how the entire platform he worked on crashed and they needed to spend overtime fixing it… It worried you sometimes, but it’d become such a natural occurrence at this point it didn’t faze you anymore.

You felt like Chris didn’t even need to promise to make it up to you, you knew he would anyway, but you figured he always felt the need to set his words in stone. Sometimes he’d make it up to you the very next day, sometimes it took him weeks, but he always did, which you appreciated immensely.

By ten in the evening you just knew Chris wouldn’t be home before midnight. He always told you to not wait up for him, that you needed to rest, too. But you found it incredibly hard to fall asleep comfortably when he wasn’t there, so you’d either toss and turn for hours, or you’d drift in and out of sleep until he made it to your bed.

You vaguely registered the front door of your flat opening and closing, just like you vaguely registered the muffled sounds of your boyfriend’s steps around your home until you started to hear the shower. Stretching your limbs a bit, a tiny squeak left your mouth, and you reached for your phone to check the time.

One thirty in the morning.

With a sigh, you locked your phone again and turned to lay on your other side, bringing one of the extra pillows between your thighs for comfort.

You laid there for a while, waiting, until you heard the shower stop completely. You honestly expected your boyfriend to open the door to your bedroom right then, but instead, all you heard was silence. In normal circumstances, you would’ve let it go and gone back to sleep, but as it was, you really wanted to see him, so you got out of your shared bed, rubbing sleep from your eye with your fist as you opened the door and left the room.

Only the small lights on the kitchen were on, but they provided enough illumination to see Chris. He was sitting on the sofa, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands buried in his hair.

As soon as you walked closer, he looked up. With a small smile on his lips he gave you a “Why are you up?”

You yawned, shrugging.

“Sorry I woke you up, pretty”, Chris mumbled, taking a hold of your hand as soon as you were in front of him.

Shaking your head, you placed your free hand on Chris’ shoulder, pushing him just enough to lay back on the sofa so you could straddle him and comfortably settle on his lap. With his arms around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, just as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a very sleepy ‘S’okay’ against his skin.

Burying one of your hands in his damp hair, you gently massaged his scalp while bringing an arm to rest on his shoulders so you could pull him close to you as well. Chris hummed, and you felt him relax under the soothing motions of your hand.

Over the years, you’d come to read your boyfriend’s body language quite well–or at least you liked to think so. When he was quiet like this, you could tell something was weighing heavy on his mind, so you’d made it a habit to ask. “Wanna talk about your day?”

Chris remained quiet for a moment, but he still moved his arms from around your waist to bring a hand under your shirt and rest it on the small of your back, while the other cradled the back of your head. After a few moments, he just shook his head, and you hummed in understanding.

You both stayed there like that, quietly enjoying your warmth for a while. Until you finally pulled away from his neck and cradled his face in your hands. Chris just leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.

He was clearly refreshed from his shower, but you could still see the bags under his eyes, and the small frown on his face. You knew it wasn’t directed at you–or at least you hoped so–it surely had to do with whatever happened at work, so your first instinct was to lean in and press a kiss right where his eyebrows furrowed.

A small smile spread on his face, and his frown seemed to have disappeared when you finally pulled back. With a smile of your own, you leaned in again to press a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose, each cheek, and finally, his lips. 

Chris’ lips moulded to yours, kissing you slowly, holding you even closer to him. He was so warm, and the feeling of his fingers caressing your lower back and the ones burying in your hair to angle your head to the side the tiniest bit was quickly igniting the flame of need deep within yourself.

After a few moments of kissing, you rolled your hips. You couldn’t help it, he was right there, touching you, existing, and your body just naturally reacted to him.

Chris tensed with the movement, and he immediately brought his hands to your hips to still your movement.

“Baby…” Chris pulled away from your lips with a sigh, an incredibly tired sigh. “I’m–I’m not…”

It was rare for Chris to not be in the mood for sex, but it did happen every once in a while, usually when he was not only incredibly exhausted, but also worried about something. So you simply smiled at him, dragging your thumbs over his cheeks as if to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby”. 

Chris sighed again, looking you in the eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together once again. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to–”

“Baby”, you interrupted him and squished his cheeks, forcing his lip into a pout. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make anything up to me”. 

“But–” 

“I’m serious”, you pecked his lips, and offered him a smile after. “Don’t go all toxic alpha on me now, hm? It’s literally fine, babe”. 

Chris chuckled, and he pulled you down for a brief kiss. “I love you”. 

“Love you, too”, you replied simply, relishing the way Chris’ body relaxed under you again. “Now… Sleep?”

Chris looked at you for a moment, mulling your words, until he eventually spoke. “I’d like to… kiss some more…” 

You leaned in, not quite pressing your lips to his yet, but close enough so every word made your lips brush against his. “How much more?” 

Chris held you tighter. “A lot more”. 

So you hummed, right as you finally connected your mouths in a deep kiss.

This was one of Chris’ moods sometimes. He’d just want to hold you, kiss you, rile you up with no real prospect of sex. And you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

His plush lips against yours, his teeth tugging your flesh, his tongue brushing yours… Chris was an amazing kisser, and you could honestly spend hours just doing this. Hours of his hands roaming your back, of the satisfied hums and moans spilling from his mouth, of the wet sounds your motions produced. 

Of course it made you horny, of course it made him horny… You could feel his hardness under you, enticing you, but being honest, kissing felt just as satisfying regardless. You liked that you could have these moments with your boyfriend, where you could somewhat keep things intimate, but rather chaste–as much as french kissing a werewolf could be considered chaste…

“God, I missed you so much”, Chris mumbled, digging his fingers on the soft flesh of your waist, under your tee. 

“Me too, baby”, you mumbled back, barely even disconnecting your lips from his.

You couldn’t really tell how long you spent there, sitting on his lap and ravishing his mouth, but eventually, he pulled back, looking you in the eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. 

His pupils were so deliciously blown, his lips all pink and plump, slick with your spit, and you were sure there was wetness making contact with your core, even with the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts separating your bodies.

“You’re so pretty”, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. “So pretty and mine. My pretty girlfriend…”

You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes. “So are you, darling”. 

“Mmm…” Chris leaned in again, kissing you briefly. 

When he pulled back, you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Sleep?” 

Chris nodded. “Sleep. Hold on tight, baby”. 

As soon as you looped your arms around his neck, and with a firm hold on your thighs, Chris stood up from the sofa, taking you with him and walking languid steps to your bedroom, switching the kitchen lights off on the way. 

As soon as he stepped into your room, Chris gently placed you on your feet so you could take the few steps left to the bed.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek once you were both tucked under the covers. He pulled you close to his body and laid his head on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief once you buried your fingers in his hair and started massaging his scalp.

It was silent for a while, until you started to hear–and feel–the barely audible rumble coming from your boyfriend’s chest. It brought a smile to your face, and, soon enough, you fell asleep as well.

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[ollierachnid]

I’d like to know more about your swap AU! How did Walter, Dana, Janine, and Louis become the Ghostbusters in this timeline? Who invented & built the equipment? And what roles do the original guys play?

Oh yay, thank you for asking! That's very kind of you to do :]. Sorry for the slower response, I've been all over the place, lol.

Going to split into three-ish sections so it's easier to process but, a quick note is that characters still maintain the core components of their personalities and behaviour - so some of the jobs/experiences that bestowed the Ghostbusters with the capacity to perform their roles are a little altered to fit the alternative four!

I'm also going to toss it under a read-more because knowing myself, I'll go on an absolute screed, lol.

How did they become the Ghostbusters?

Okay, so initially, these characters were not interested in the paranormal (beyond Louis, later on), as all are very straightforward and logically minded and are not inclined towards supernormal explanations. However, Dana and Peck, who met in college and ended up sharing an apartment afterwards, were inspired to look into the concept after an encounter with a poltergeist in their 20s. Which caused them to lose a security deposit and kicked off their desire to both prove the existence of the supernatural and to prevent them from causing more inconvenience or harm to others. It's less out of a desire for understanding and a little more for control with them. Neither feels safe living in a world with unmitigated ghost activity, lol.

Peck and Dana (now older) conducted a lot of their first tests for their initial models on the campus for Columbia University where Dana is studying for her chemical engineering PhD, (one of her avenues of research was on the chemical composition of the supernatural and how they can be contained with man-made materials). They eventually meet Janine here, as she worked at Columbia as a sociology professor and was interested in their strange shenanigans. But their consistent use and destruction of university property got them in enough trouble to be booted from their facilities, Janine alongside them as an 'instigator' and 'enabler'.

After this, they make contact with and catch their first ghost, then the Ghostbusters form "officially" in much the same way as they do in canon.

Louis is the newest employee, a man who wanted to switch careers after becoming disillusioned and bored in his accounting position. He's very keen to learn about ghosts and is actually the member who begins to categorise and label them. He tends to be handling the PKE meter, goggles and sniffer, as he does not do swell lugging the pack about for extended periods (he does occasionally arm himself with someone else's wand, as long as they are wearing the pack itself).

Who constructed the equipment?

This one is a litttttleeee up in the air still, but I've honed in on Peck and Dana for the most part. In this little universe, they have become more technically-minded portion of the team! Peck has a degree in environmental/agricultural engineering and had a particular inclination towards the mechanical aspects of engineering, his initial plan to become an EPA officer fell through (because of his caustic personality) and so he spent his time post graduation tinkering about while working crummy odd jobs. He can jerryrig parts together with shocking ease and is responsible for most of the external components of the equipment. He's not as invested in the spirits the others are, but can construct large swathes of the technology Dana blueprints or conceptualises.

Dana, conversely is responsible for most of the internal wiring and components. As mentioned in the prior answer, she has a biochemical inclination.

What are the other four up to?

They've all filled in for the 'now Ghostbusters' four in some regard, while not exactly one-to-one they are in the same 'place' within the plot.

Peter is functionally Dana. He is haunted and possessed by Zuul, though unlike canon-Dana, he is aware of the haunting but mostly blasé about it. He is still a flirt, but the pursuit between him and Dana is kind of backwards I.E. he invites her to his house to investigate Zuul and then does his whole leering thing towards her that way. I actually have a scene concept wherein she's so sick of being invited that Peck and Louis go instead to try to ward him off a little. Much to his chagrin. "You're not Dana -" "We're Ghostbusters, you called the Ghostbusters, no?". Ray wants to be his buddy, but Peter is very smarmy, uninterested, and Venkman-esc about it. He plays double bass in an orchestra, inspired by the plucking thing he does with Dana's cello in GB2, and also teaches strings.

Ray is filling in for Louis, still socially overeager but unfulfilled. Possessed by Vinz. He's not necessarily attracted to Peter but is instead rather keen on forming a friendship that Peter does not reciprocate much. Narratively, he'd end up joining the Ghostbusters like Louis does in 2. At the time of the story, he's a bookstore employee/manager and is very passionate about his work.

Winston is Janine's equivalent, he's has a lot less of a biting/snarky personality but very much holds his own as a secretary. He decided in-universe that he wanted a break from hard work after his military stint and so opted for desk work - this does not go entirely to plan as the GB secretary job is very demanding, lol.

Egon kind of ends up as Peck. He's an EPA agent, but because his canon personality carries over, his no-nonsense and rule orientated decision-making is more out of genuine protection of the city and environment and not very ego based. He's just a strong stickler for regulation and also.., Peck rubs him the wrong way bc Peck is a vain bastard who refuses to comply with any investigation. Which is the catalyst to his intense investigation. He's very stern and (usually) less incendiary, but he will not back down when he figures what the Ghostbusters are doing is dangerous.

[zelandiangelo]

ty for sending me asks <3 got one for you in return!

👻😎🎯

I don't know why the emojis ended up gigantic but uhhh, they're stuck like that whoopsie!

Tyyyyyyyyy <3333

(subbing out ghost for another one per your comment on my other post!)

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

I love to call myself out for having too many WIPs LMAOOOO. I currently have 21 different WIP documents across 8 different fandoms hahaha. I think some of these docs might be 2 years old oops..... they have all been Neglected in favor of The Big Yugioh Fic.

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

I do tend to go for canon compliant stuff! I like to play around with details from canon in my own writing - it tends to be how I get my inspiration - and I like to pick up on those things in other people's writing, too. That's not to say that I'll turn up my nose at anything original, though! I read a really interesting fic aaaaaages ago that was a really fascinating AU of Supernatural where Sam Winchester was a victim of Munchausen's by proxy. It was a really neat look at the character relationships through an entirely different context from the original show, and it definitely stuck with me.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

This question made me realize that I actually didn't set one for 2024 LOL. When I started writing seriously again in 2022, my goal was for my published wordcount to reach 25k for the year (just a bit more than my published wordcount of 22k in 2017, which was the year of my first foray into fandom). I managed to blow that goal out of the water and published 37k words that year, so in 2023 I switched tack from wordcount to number of published fics instead. I was writing a lot of oneshots, so my aim was 5 published fics per month. I managed to stick to this for 6 months, and even after I fell off of that, I still published at least one fic every month for the next 6 (except December but u know. Seasonal Depression) and once again blew my previous wordcount out of the water.

ALL THAT TO SAY. i kind of didn't even think about a goal for 2024??? At this point I think the goal is just to finish my Big Yugioh Fic LOL, I've made a lot of currently not visible progress just because the majority of my work this year has been in that fic.

Thank you for asking!!! and for reading these rambles hahaha <3

[swifty-fox]

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!

thank you @antiquitea for the tag! ✨ sorry I made u feel oldTM

tagging in @bucking-mustangs-with-wings @bitchsister @sig-nifier and @avonne-writes!

questions and responses under the read more to save your dashboards 😉

how many works do you have on ao3?

only eleven!!

what's your total ao3 word count?

115,430 (and most of that is probably kfak and one old guard fic lol)

what fandoms do you write for?

Currently only for Masters of the Air but I've also written for The Old Guard (my bewoved)

and wolfstar and aftg but i wont touch those again for various reasons lol

top five fics by kudos

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 528 kudos

Make Me A Saint - Joe x Nicky (The Old Guard) 448 Kudos

press your tired hands against my lips darling - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 432 Kudos

Little Beast - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 368 Kudos

The Calcification of a God - Joe x Nicky (The Old Guard) 294 Kudos

do you respond to comments?

yesss i try to respond to every single comment. After the first 48 hours of a fic/chapter being posted I do get lazy with it but I do get around to everyone eventually!

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In another life maybe you and i will be walking down the aisle in white (The Old Guard (Movie 2020)) (18,264 words) lol It's got MCD in it cause I was #coping after losing my grandmother. It was really well received though

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhmaaaa....Kfak WILL be?? probably????? Or Little Beasts AU but im so far out from finishing that. The first two endings are pretty emotionally ambiguous I wouldn't quite call them happy.....so maybe

Oh Captain, My Captain! (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling) (1,612 words) (wolfstar) even though its angsty and kinda implying Remus is dying lmfao

do you get hate on fics?

I got like one comment on a recent chapter that I wasn't sure was hate but otherwise no not really! People seem to receive my stuff really well

do you write smut?

LOL if you asked me four months ago I would have said no <3

craziest crossover?

I don't really do or read crossovers! I did a few years ago start concepting a Wolfstar x Eastern Promises au though

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! I've had art stolen though. Someone even got it tattooed without my permission which pissed me off pretty bad lol

have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah I have lol. I orphaned it though cause the fellow author and I had a massive falling out over Peter fucking Steele of all things

all time favorite ship?

Always and forever Malec from The Mortal Instruments (BOOK ONLY) or DaveKat (Homestuck)

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I started a really fucking awesome supernatural horror that took place in rural Maine for Wolfstar as well as actually a Fae/WWII au (inspired by the Bastogne episode of BOB) that I will not be finishing for... reasons.

The ringing in Remus’ ears is so loud he almost doesn’t hear Sirius. There’s a sharp pain on his tongue, rot and muck coating his taste buds. He cannot breathe, his hands shake. He thinks he may be making a noise. In his head there is a voice. His mothers his voice except he doesn't have a mother does he? Not since he was seventeen and whole. His mother’s voice crooning in his ear as she once did around the green 1960’s kitchen.

There’s a bird who sits on a tower. There’s a bird who sits on a tower - who sits on a tower, with beady eyes so clever.

Where did that scar come from?

“А bird who sits on a tower…” He mutters. 

“Pardon?” Sirius asks, snapping Remus out of his thoughts. 

He starts. 

The cabin is up ahead, peeking between the snowy trees like a warm wooden refuge and even at the sight of it Remus feels an uncurling of nerves in his gut. His flesh settles back onto his bones and the ringing eases back to a manageable level. He watches a sodden bloody bee drag her dying body across the dashboard. 

“Cults...you were saying?” - Factis ut credam facis

-

“Hello there Sir Raven.” He says with a chuckle “I don’t suppose you’re one of the King’s are you? Or Churchill perhaps. That would be quite a long way to travel.” 

Sirius puffs up his feathers and clacks his beak at the Man because even though he didn’t quite understand what the Man meant, he knew a compliment when he heard one. Bravely, he hops closer, the warnings of his parents and even of James ringing in his ears. But the shiny thing is dangling free and curious from the Man's neck and he must know what it is. 

“Haha. What a handsome fellow, handsome indeed. Much more well fed than we all are.” The Man laughs, setting aside his Paper and rummaging around in his Clothes. “Still, I bet pickings are getting a bit slim nowadays, even for a clever old Raven. Have you had digestives before?” 

He holds out a hand, nearly as large as Sirius himself and as elegant and pretty as the branches of a willow. All of the Man was like a tree, sharp lines and slightly less sharp curves. There was something in his hand, sweet-smelling and crumbly. Sirius turns his head first one way then the other, regarding the hand with both beady eyes as the warnings of his people ring in his ears. James' voice be careful plays at the forefront and he shakes out his wings in irritation. Man would catch him. Man would hurt him. Capture him and take him away never to be seen again like his Uncle Alphard. Man did not understand magic and magic did not like Man and so Sirius too, did not like Man. Men who burned and tore apart forests, who killed his kinfolk and killed animals and killed each other. And really, Sirius just wanted to understand. It could not be this man, with his quiet words and his offer of food who had destroyed his people. Surely there were other men, cruel men, who had done this and so it would be okay for Sirius to be brave and a little bold. 

“That’s a handsome old boy.” The Man whispers. 

Well that does it then, surely no evil Man would notice how beautiful I am. He must be like my other man with the Paper. Sirius thinks, leaping into the air just long enough to snatch the prize from the Man’s hand and retreat far enough away to devour the sweet treat with his clever beak. It was delicious, dry and crumbly and so sweet that it makes him shiver. He hops boldly onto the Man’s hand, searching for the last crumbs of the food between the cracks and crevices of his skin. - untitled WWII/Fae fic

what are your writing strengths?

Apparently heartwrenching angst <3

what are your writing weaknesses?

I think i don't linger over things long enough, I feel like i can dive more deeply into feelings and scenes if I just stopped and contemplated over them lol

thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I think when done right it adds a lot! I like when authors put the translations at the bottom of the fic/chapter though

first fandom you wrote in?

ouughaaa Probably Maximum Ride back in the late aughts

favorite fic you've written?

Sorry y'all it's definitely Kingdom for a Kiss haha

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Remember that Sonic AU with Idia and Ortho as main protagonists. Well uhh Please do the ‘Knuckles’ show equivalent in it please? 😀💧

WHEN I TELL U THAT I DID THINK ABT IT AFTER THE FIRST SONIC ASK-

Here's also the ask in question for ref.

Well imma leave you with a short intro, bcs there's so much to unpack. This thing was in my mind basement for a while :'3

We start off with a smol timeskip! :D

And during that timeskip, things do happen around: Mainly school activities. For Ortho, school was a bit more difficult when you and your buddies are known around as the supernatural powered dudes who fought the corrupted mad scientist and a fraction of the government. This made some things like sports events or extra activities to be more complicated than intended.

The most shocking thing tho was *gasp* Idia managed to pull a date?!?!

Our group was absolutely baffled when Idia revealed that he ended up hitting around dating 2 dudes: 1 silly library guy and one who owns a small restaurant in their little town. And they were decent people too!

The only problem was that, like most people who were not involved in the said adventure (either directly involved, related or witnesses) Azul and Malleus, Idia's boyfriends, don't know that the firehead was much more than just some silly alien guy. And Idia insisted at our first years group to keep it that way, because it was 1 talk that the latter found it pretty hard to address.

Now our new adventure starts by the end of the school year. There was the school prom! And being such a small town(almost a village if you will), the school prom was a pretty popular event around. Kinda a spice to the, otherwise boring, days around.

But before that, there was the academic scores settling. And everything. A lot of tests coming up and a lot of grades filling in. Ortho would say that he was a top student and he shouldn't fear when his grade situation gets mailed out, yet still, he was on literal edge for mail day, which Idia took it as odd. Doesn't help that Ortho inheritantly was super fast, thus he always grabbed the mail before his brother and went through it at lightning speed.

One day, Ortho comes back from school, to find that the mail came later today, while he was in class and it wasn't a skip day, and Idia took it before him. Of course, the dread was very real and the rest of the first years, who knew exactly what was up, tried to reassure their buddy that 'hey, we all got the same fate in there'.

Idia, naturally, wasn't that happy with a particular class Ortho had: Socials. While he had a nearly perfect score everywhere else, socials was a mediocre one, bearly passing. Idia couldn't complain about Literature or Arts, he knew those old ass teachers still were petty and poured their hate on the kids, still Ortho had pretty good grades at them. The socials was where Idia found it wierd. And naturally, he asks the group about it, when Sebek blurts out that all of them have the same grade.

Turns out that, since the incident, the school implemented an obligatory class: Socials. And for this, they got a teacher from a bigger city, who happens to also have a much more 'different' approach to things. Our group doubts any class in this school has an actual great grade at that particular class, so please, Idia, excuse them, maybe buy them consolatory ice-cream while at it? :'3

Idia does excuse them, but insists that, if socials are mandatory next year too, the group will try to do better in there. Now they only had a few school days left, so he couldn't really hope the grades will 'magically fix themselves'.

Hey, at least they are passing! :'D

Still, that day, Epel points out that Idia was much more fidgety, hence his very messy reaction to the grades. He was all over the place and, clearly, he was a few secs away from causing an earthquake. The latter just shows up his hand, which had an engagement ring on it.

Long story short, Malleus proposed today and, of course, Idia and Azul accepted with no 2nd thoughts. The librarian really was rushing into things whenever he saw green light apparently. :'3

So all summer, Idia was preparing mentally and physically for the marriage. For him, it was a more important task to see how he could break the news to his fiancés about the fact that he is literally the god of this planet. Ortho did try to reassure that the best case scenario: nobody has a heart attack or faints! What a good option! :D

By the end of the summer, the plans were made: an early autumn wedding, with the venue on a more retreated beach. Very little touches had to be done until the big day itself and Idia was getting restless as it approached.

Ortho really saw it as both a very beautiful thing and as a problem. On one hand, he liked Idia's fiancés and he would be very happy with the resulting marriage, especially if it made his big brother happy, but on the other hand, everything was moving very fast and, clearly, Idia had a harder time keeping the pace than Ortho. The rest of the first years are also trying to help Idia with his Woes, but it's pretty hard to calm him down. On more than one occasion, Idia was back to his big form, hid behind trees and mountains and simply processing the situation while our group talked to him, mostly to keep him grounded from making all kinds of imaginary scenarios and worrying himself more.

It was time tho, for Ortho's 2nd year of high-school. He was pretty excited about it, until he heard that socials were, yet again, a mandatory class. Doesn't help that Idia's wedding was in the first school weekend. The good part, Alex, Ace's big brother, was helping Idia when our group was at classes. (they became proper friends at the end of their adventure)

So with around 5 days until the big day, things were slowly looking out to be better. Things were settled, programs were fine and everything was coming together very nicely.

Except that things couldn't be very nice all the time.

Our lil group was out through town one evening, when they stumble across another alien, this one set on hunting the Shrouds. Of course, upon noticing Ortho, it escalated into a fight.

And now, this guy was freakishly agile. It didn't help that the red marks on his body, along the bright red hair, indicated that his origins were, definitely, from the same planet Idia and Ortho came from. Still, he reffers to Ortho as a 'threat' and thus has to handle it upon the rules of his homeland: by killing the boy.

Of course, things get much more clear when Crowley returns, saying that this is his new little ally. Thankfully, before shit can actually hit the fan, our group is saved by a misterious blonde guy, who can apparently shapeshift into any person.

That guy is Vil Schonenheit, upon his introduction. The other one was Riddle, an esteemed guard of temple of the core, from their home planet. He does make a short history of why Riddle was so set on killing Ortho.

Many years ago, a Shroud actually achieved a tie with their planet core, thus absolving immortality and immense power. The chaos emeralds were expelled to earth, while the said Shroud was locked in the temple of the core, as to prevent any wish of destroying their home. Riddle came from a line of guards who trained all their life to guarding the said temple. If anything went wrong, the guards were trained so that they could kill anything except a Shroud that was already tied to a core.

Vil also adds that he was not a guard, but an entertainer. He was, initially, given as a sacrifice by his, now deceased, mother, to please the 'diety', but he was spared, even so, the Shroud protected him from his prison, until he was old enough to venture back to his worried father. Thus he was forever indebted to that man. His wife was killed by the guards and he was unable to do anything but watch, believing that his children suffered the same fate too. So when Crowley came forth, his presence angered the Shroud. Crowley preached about 2 more of that kind here, on Earth. Riddle was chosen to accompany Crowley and get rid of the said threats, while Vil was told to go and stop this, to protect the Shroud's 2 sons.

Ortho is, rightfully, very shook by this revelation, but our group insist that already Idia tied in with Earth's core. Vil now is genuinely worried about this, because it's either Idia accepts to be locked away forever or he gets forcefully put to sleep by the guardians, once they find out what happened. Crowley didn't say anything about one of the brothers actually achieving this oh so feared form, so they didn't think too much on how deep this thing is.

For now, Riddle was on their trail, so as to not worry Idia, Ortho played the 'I'm having a sleepover at Ace so u could smooch with your fiancés before the wedding' card. It worked! Idia was too flustered to fully question why the sudden decision. :P

Alex is also very taken aback by this new trouble our group got into. Like being chased by the government wasn't enough, huh?! Still, he complies on trying to divert Idia's attention off this mess while the rest try to get Riddle to realise that Crowley is using him for the emeralds.

Cue a lot of running around. Riddle was 1 relentless mf. :'3

But, on their now daily chases, our group gets in mingling with the secret services. Again. :'D

Long story short, they caused a lot of trouble. Crowley was still on the loose, with his new little puppet being a force to reckon with. So the course of action taken by the said secret services was to take Idia in custody until Riddle gets wind of it and walks right into the trap.

It was a horrible plan, really. Especially with the upcoming wedding. :'3

We get introduced to Jade and Floyd, 2 secret service agents in the new branch of 'dealing with alien threats'. They actually prove to be a thorn in Riddle's sides, especially Floyd who is relentlessly taunting the redhead, thus allowing for Riddle to be distracted mid altercation.

And oh, is Riddle fuming! He became so enraged that the second he spots even the tiniest hair of Floyd, he goes tunnel vision and hunts that guy for the life of him. This put breaks in Crowley's plans enough so our group could actually devise a proper plan. The wedding was actually tomorrow and they were running out of time. Idia had to find out one way or another. Preferably after the wedding itself, ya know. :'3

But, first, the wedding! It was a very pretty location, still warm due to the early autumn, and it was small, pretty retreated.

Except that crow man cannot help but bust that shit too. Imagine Riddle's surprise when he sees 2 Shrouds, one who shows the signs of his bind to the planet's core.

BUT! Before anyone could do anything against it, it turns out a good chunk of the guests and the catering team were secret government agents. Azul also was one, pretty obvious after he pulled a mf gun on Riddle.

Turns out Azul was dispatched on a discreet operation of supervising Idia, which he really wasn't supposed to end up marrying him. So there's that. :P

Everything is messed up and so overwhelming that Idia actually snaps under the pressure and shows the full extent of his power: a gigantic being of magma and fire, raising walls and waves to separate people from each other.

Poor Malleus, he's the only guy who literally has no idea what is happening. Please, let him get married in peace. :'3

Naturally, Riddle's approach is to confront Crowley about lying to him, that none of the 2 is actually tied to the planet's core. This complicates things. Idia cannot be killed, because if he dies, so will the planet slowly, due to how young Idia was. Crowley was aware of this effect and still pushed the redhead to hunt the Shrouds.

Truth was, Crowley still wanted the chaos emeralds. And Idia, along with our group, had them. By having Riddle hunt them, Crowley was sure he could back them up and get the emeralds one by one.

Cue Idia losing his shit at that revelation. Like, it's a lot to take in today. His wedding was crashed, Crowley is back, apparently more aliens from his original birthplace came here, his father is alive, Ortho was hunted, and one of his almost husband was a secret agent, initially tasked with supervising him.

Cue grabbing crow man and chucking him through the ocean. Like if he dies, Idia doesn't fricking care. He's done and over and now he's staying criss-crossed, sulking as a petty kid, except that he's basically an all powerful diety of this earth. :'3

Still, Ortho tries to reach out to him, with the help of the rest of the group, Ortho manages to climb on Idia's shoulder and try to talk to him, firstly apologising for hiding the whole hunting thing from him. Idia accepts the apology, adding that he was worried sick when this whole thing got to light. Then Ortho urges to forgive Azul too, because he genuinely seems to love him and Malleus. And the 2 most likely are trying to see how to approach this whole thing. Idia is a bit hesitant, but he does allow Ortho to hug his cheek, before putting him gently down and grabbing Azul with Malleus. After they had a short talk, it was pretty obvious the small 2 kisses on the cheek and Idia seemed pretty happy as he finally rested back to his human form.

The wedding is still on tho! Except that most of the fancy dressing is torn or dirty from the fight around. :v

Idia gets properly introduced to Vil and Riddle. Being in an actual good mood, Idia does forgive Riddle, mostly since Crowley did manipulate him into this shit. The redhead does insist that if word goes back to the council of guardians, Idia will have to be locked away. That's how they kept his father too, in fear of destroying their planet. Buuuuuttttt if Riddle and Vil were here to, let's say, take care of this, then technically they could report that Idia was 'settled down' and it was safe. :3

The nice part, Vil and Riddle did settle in with new thing in their little town. Riddle as a teacher, while Vil as a theatre manager(upon promotions) so it was pretty chill and not anymore fear of other aliens possibly coming down to hunt the Shroud brothers.

The not so nice part: our group is still almost failing at socials :'3

A thing tho, was that our bros did ask Vil and Riddle if it's possible to see their father. The 2 said that for Ortho, it could be easier, but for Idia, due to still being fresh, him leaving the planet now, even for a bit, it could result in natural disasters left and right. Their best shot is having the father coming here, but that was, upon their words, impossible to achieve with the current guardian situation. Being tied to the core for much longer, Mr Shroud could leave it to be independent for a while, but, again, the guardians won't allow such thing.

So for now, they have no option but to leave it as that. U-Ub

[milky-oatmeal18]

tell me all of ur invader zim headcanons or like aus or whatever u NEED to talk more

i do have an au i am working on, though i think ill make a separate post for that, right now ill just talk about headcanons!!

disclaimer that u dont have to agree with any of my headcanons, this is just how i see them personally, and there are times when i draw them older, but that's only really for aus or something

also, giving young kids sexualities isnt sexualizing, kids can know when they like boys or girls more, or both! <3

DIB

dib is about 14 when i draw him (probably like 13 and 9 months old, still a baba)

5'0 in height

mexican

he is autistic! his hyper-fixations are aliens, and cryptids in general, i would like to think he also fixates on technology, and building things

the headphones i draw him in are sensory headphones! theyre just noise cancelling but they help him a lot!

he is trans FtM, but since hes young hes just on hormone blockers and practices deep voices and stuff, which is why his voice is still high, but still masc (he/him)

in the show i know he does hack into things, but i like to think he also programs a lot! he makes a lot of stuff for his own use, like for his computer he made a program that helps him keep all his personal info on zim, it has a password and everything so no one tries stealing anything

he has anger issues, not major ones, but he does get mad a lot and easily, he usually calms down by napping or watching supernatural documentaries

he draws a lot more than you think! i know theres silly doodles across his room, but i like to think he has a binder full of all his drawings that arent on his walls or anything, hes a weird kid, so hed probably draw like zims gut anatomy or something

he tries playing the guitar, hes not the worst at it, he just cant play a full song without messing up at least once

he has paranoia, its hard for him to sleep usually, so that's why he's almost always tired, when he cant sleep he stays up trying to find more stuff on zim!

he prefers tea over coffee! while he does love coffee, i like to think he drinks tea more cause of prof membrane, and he doesn't complain about it, his favorite tea is black tea!

i like to think that he knows he's not straight but just doesn't know what he is, he says omni whenever someone asks, but he doesn't really know

he loves, and i mean LOVES gir so much that he gets kinda upset that he cant have his own sir(?) unit, i mean who doesnt

his briefcase is actually a case for his laptop that he just uses as a briefcase at times, sometimes his laptop is in there sometimes its not, depending on what he's set out to do

ZIM

when i draw zim, i personally see him around the age 14-15 (14 and 9 months at least) still a baba

4'11 in height

zim has adhd, though on irk its just seen as him having trouble in a lot of things, or just as a defect, it doesn't bring him down though!

though zim is young, he did go through invader training because of how irkens are made just to be weapons and/or invaders

he used to be a scientist for the irken empire, but quickly got excluded from being one due to messing around and messing up a lot of valuable equipment, the turtle neck was kept from being a scientist as a kind of punishment to "remember what he did" but he just thinks it looks cool

he was never given limb enhancers like the other invaders cause he isn't a real invader, so he thought hed make his own cause he though maybe they just forgot to give him some, it does have a bit more advances than the regular invader one, since they're not allowed to enhance or add onto their enhancers without given permission

zim cant eat many earth foods, but he also cant eat many irk foods, , not cause of allergies, but because of his sensory issues, its hard for him to eat in general (his safe food is waffles!!)

irkens dont have genders, mainly prefered pronouns in which zims are he/it

he made his own hearing aid cause of how much it was pushed off on irk, no one really believed that irkens can be born with defects like that unless their antennas are damaged (only his right antenna is mostly deaf)

he sees gir as his little brother more than he sees him as a sir unit, he doesn't know the term brother, but knows he cares more about gir than anything else even if he finds him annoying

he forgets things, a LOT, in the comic i think its funny how fast he forgets things or pushes things aside, but i like to think he just, actually forgets that fast, even if he tries to remember it

like dib, he doesnt really know his sexuality, mostly cause of how irkens don't have genders, or don't really have the concept of genders in their head, so he just also thinks he's omni, with a masc pref

i like to think he has more of a over bite, but when he's not paying attention he sometimes puts his bottom row of teeth over his lips, just as a little fidget, or just does it while biting the skin off his lips (if irkens have lips?? idk probably not visible ones)

he is still growing, height wise, but when he's older his hight wont be the tallest, probably a few inches or so

GAZ

gaz is 11 and a half (11 and 6 months) she is also, a baba

5'0 in height, suck it zim

mexican

she has adhd as well, fixated on games and pigs

her safe food is pizza!! she loves eating it with her dad and dib, they just like being able to spend time with all of them even if she messes with dib a lot

she likes cryptids to a degree, also isn't as obsessed as dib is, just thinks that only SOMETIMES they're interesting

she tells dibs to make hacks for her in games, and even tells him to make games or addons for games, she usually plays the games dib makes for like a day and then never again

along with the guitar, she can play the drums! she likes playing them while dibs trying to sleep or nap

she is a lesbian and a demigirl! (she/they)

they have a lot of stuff for stress reliving in her room, like a punching bag and a LOT of pillows to punch, she sometimes puts a picture of dibs face on the punching bag, but its not as good as the real thing

she doesnt hate dib, she wont mind if he holds her hand while they walked home or hugged her from time to time, she just likes tormenting him cause its funny

she prefers coffee over tea, which is why they have coffee at their house, she prefers it over tea but would still drink tea if they had some, plus prof membrane basically makes them drink it at times, she prefers her coffee black, but wont mind it being super sweet either

the necklace that her dad gave her actually has a tracker in it incase she ever gets lost, they never get lost cause they're mostly at home, but just incase

she thinks zim is interesting, they think its interesting how he is and how it even got to earth, but she cant be bothered to find out, all she knows is that he's annoying

gaz is sort of blind, they have hyperopia (far-sighted) she does have glasses but only uses them if they really need to, she doesnt wanna look like a nerd like dib

she usually cuts her hair by themself, mostly cause of how when they go get it cut they usually give her a bob instead of what they wanted

probably prefers punk, goth, and emo over scene, but still admires others who can pull it off

has a little case for their game slave! its like a little bag, shes always sure to have it on themself so shes never bored

GIR

gir has no real age mostly cause of how hes a robot, but i like to think theyre always seen as a child, 8 years old to be exact

gir is autistic coded!

3'5 in height

they have no gender as well, obviously, but do have "preferred" pronouns (it usually gets called by it/they/he)

he really does care about zim and his mission, it just has a lot of trouble focusing on it, or functioning right, since theyre literally made of garbage

his sir unit build is the same as mimis (taks sir), but just defected with misprints and messed up parts, thats why he has prints in the same place as mimi, just messed up

adding onto that, he doesnt have the same big arm as mimi on his left, both his arms are from the builds that regular invaders have

a lot of his parts float, his arms can still extend and move freely, its just that they float , there is a sertain extent where if they go too far they just detach or recoil back to the body, they only detach if zim needs to fix anything on gir

a lot of his body can be detached, almost every single part, he can either still be sentient while they do, or be turned off

zim actually made girs disguise, like handmade, so it has different shades of green scattered around on it, its obviously fake, but people fall for it

the blue color on him changes depending on how he feels, usually its just other shades of blue (ex. dark blue for sad, bright blue for happy/excited, a little duller blue for neutral, you get it) , but when he actually takes orders is when he turns a different color (red)

a lot of the foods he eats can actually turn into fuel for him, depends on what it is, if its chips, soda, slushies, donuts, or any foods that would be on irk as well, will most likely be transferred into energy for him, if its foods like pizza, tacos, or just anything thats specific to earth, it will most likely get jammed into his system, to where zim has to clean almost all the time

a lot of his system is messed up, but zim fixed it up a bit, he doesnt know what causes gir to be crazy and silly and just the way he is, but he feels like it wont feel right if gir was just a normal sir unit

ill probably come back to this to add or fix some stuff if i ever feel the need to, but for now these are all the headcanons i have for them!! these are either adding onto or just new ones that werent on the refs i made for them, so yeah!! again this is just how i see them, you dont have to agree or anything

[hyuckmov]

rockstar hyuck deserves all the notes like it’s a core neo fic for me <3 im so excited for part 3!! but do you gave any other wips? or any ideas you’re thinking of? maybe you’ve answered this (sorry if you have) but just curious!! x

thank you sm anon 🫂 core neo fic is such high praise for me omg you’re too nice 🫶🏻 thank u for asking after my wips/ideas hehe i love talking about thaaat like ok im doing slice of life multiverse hyuck and part 2 of demon hyuck, and aside from that there’s another character for him i want to explore…. idw to say too much but imagine a haechan who’s a bit of a slut…a little touch starved…. who tries hard to make you lose all restraint and control because that’s just what he wants </3 showing off his tiny waist and smooth thighs and seeks praise soooo badly but once he’s got you where he wants u he’s anything but pliant and submissive…. HEHEHE i was wondering if i should do this with siren hyuck for a supernatural twist or i could just make it a college au….@ anyone reading this WOULD U WANT TO READ IT 😎😎😎

i’m also searching for a good idea for jaemin and mark…. my leo men…. i NEED to write for them but the ideas aren’t making my head spin like my hyuck ones do so i knowww i just have to dig deeper !!!! will update when i hav something

[youthofpandas]

Ask game! E, J, and T ?

(Ps love love everything you write!!!)

hai. as with the other ask i just answered lets pretend it didnt take 2 months for me to answer this. peace and love... im sorry vex ToT !! thank u so much for the compliment :3 i also love all of your fics

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

HMMM. I think I put a lot of my anxiety swagger into Sinclair for sure, not quite an identifies with him thing but it's easier to draw from personal experiences and emotions when writing him than most other characters. from the unpublished WIP pile I think both halves of s.skk are also like. very #me in some way or another. need to sit and ponder that. hm. the fics that best capture this sorta thing are sadly stuck in WIP hell but maybe one day I will free them

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

answering with my 2nd favorite because I answered 1st place in the other one, okay for the longest time it was soulmate aus of any kind which i have written. multiple fics of (never published teehee) but now that I'm answering I don't think they're 2nd place anymore. I'm going to go with supernatural creature AUs of any type because halloween season :3 making a character a weird monster with angst is typically very fun. I've got a couple vampire and fae WIPs sitting around but they're not very finished T-T ! I would love to lock in and publish one for halloween but I think I started too late knowing my writing speed

T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

by default I kinda don't tend to favor like. ?? modern aus specifically for series that are urban fantasy-types. like if you're already in a modern world setting but then you write a fic where you get rid of the fact ghosts exist. BORING ! i think you can have the characters go to an arcade or get coffee while still keeping one of the core elements of the media in tact.

I also hate those fics that make characters into kids and have other characters take care of them ? not the concept of fankids or just adding an adoptive dad kinda vibe to their dynamic but aging a character down and then making the ship duo their parents. its weird. i dont like it. this times a million when they make an adult woman character into a baby for some boring yaoi couple to raise. ick vibes...!

[alpurrtwhizkersss]

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

They Love You, Dean

Requested By:  anonymous!

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

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending, enemies to lovers

Prompt: None

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

Author’s Note:

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

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

but yes! I hope you enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2161

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dean’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your POV

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

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

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

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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