#when the fuck did i even write those. where the fuck ARE THEY

[facultativeactivity]

Okay, reading back Discord from the time this was an issue, what really went down was this:

For a while I was using LibreOffice for my writing. For a while, it was causing an issue when text copypasted from Libre to Ao3's editor would develop weird formatting errors. Specifically, lines with italicized text and quatation marks had spaces in them that weren't supposed to be there. It was annoying but relatively easy to fix.

Then when trying to upload an especially long chapter, I noticed a new problem. After around half of the chapter, all my quotation marks that were at the start of the line, and some others as well, became italicized even they weren't supposed to be. This time the issue only affected the quotation marks themselves.

Again, annoying but easy to fix - or so I thought. After manually de-italicizing the quation marks that werent supposed to be in italics in Ao3's editor and clicked preview I saw that now most of my text got italicized for seemingly no reason.

Checking the affected line back in LibreOffice, I noticed that even though they showed up normally there, if I highlighted them, the toolbar showed them to be italicized, even thoigh they weren't. Like this:

Experimenting, I copied the text into Word as well, where, just like in Ao3, they appeared in italics. After that, I concluded that the issue must be with Libre, as it apparently somehow corrupted my text, normal lines to appear as italics outside of the editor. I was tired of the whole issue and decided to just move to Word since I had it on my coputer at the time anyway.

Later my laptop that had Windows on it broke and I had to switch to Ubuntu. And what's Ubuntu's built-in text editor? Yeah, LibreOffice. Nah, pal, I wasn't going to do that shit again. So for a while, I went to do my writing in GDocs.

Copying text from GDocs into Ao3, while it was less of a hassle, still caused some crap with formatting, mostly with aligning. That's where I became supicious that I might've been too harsh on Libre. After all it's a widely used open source alternative to Word, and nobody seemed to have encountered the same issue. Ao3 on the other hand seemed to had issues with multiple text editors that weren't Word, or its own native editor. I did some experimenting and noticed that copying text from Libre to various online text editors did not cause the issues I encountered, only if Ao3 was involved somewhere in the process.

The only anomlay I could not explain was why that one chapter seemed to got fucked on in Libre itself. It seemed t contradict all my other experiences. It was already a long time ago, and I remembered being pretty frustrated and sleep-deprived while dealing with this, so I decided I probably did something stupid, like copying back the corrupted text from Ao3's editor that caused it. It didin't really make a differenc for me, as I was mostly writing for Ao3, so I needed an editor that was at least mostly compatible with it, so I just silently apologized to Libre for probably being unjust to it, and kept using GDocs, than later went back to Word.

Only now, reading back on The Incident 1.75 years later did I finally manage to Connect The Dots:tm:

You see, I like reusing my OCs in different settings and stories, and also to collaborative stuff with writer friends, where we borrow each other's characters, or write (recursive) fanfiction to each other's works. This monstre chapter I had so much issue with was kinda special because of a segment that took place in its middle, that was meant to be as both a bit of self-indulgance and a gift to my friends.

It had one of my OCs touch and eldritch artifact that caused her to have some weird 'flashbacks' about events that never actually happened to her. At least not in *that* life. Those 'flashbacks' were pieces of dialoge from other stories featuring her different versions, written by both me and my friends.

And all of those lines were copied from Ao3.

So there, after all this time, mystery solved. LibreOffice can, in theory, fuck up your text, but according to my experience, it only happenes if the document has text copied from Ao3. Also if you write your story in Libre, and it have italicized quotes, Ao3 will almost certainly will mess up those lines. Otherwise it should be fine.

Not sure what's going on between the two, but my best bet is Toxic Yuri.

[16ferrari]

DOUBLE TROUBLE | LN4

୨୧‎ lando Norris x fem!reader

୨୧‎ summary: lando knows how to push your limits.

୨୧‎ warnings: jealousy, tension, kinda (small kinda) sub!lando, switch!reader, public sexual activity. edited but probably some missed errors

୨୧ a/n; I haven’t written anything in so long, so I’m sorry if this is shit. I’m trying to get back into writing

Lando knew you were possessive about certain things that were yours, and him, well he was the prime example of that. And he fucking loved that.

He knew the correct way to get under your skin and push those buttons. He knew the correct way to use your possessiveness to get you act crazy enough to get exactly what he wanted from you.

Attention and focus on him

He grabbed the closest girl that was near him and pulled her into him. He touched every inch of her, but kept his hands at a safe distance from where she clearly wanted him the most. He kept his gaze on you from across the bar. A stupid smirk laid on his lips as he saw just how red you’d gotten even from the quite distance you both shared.

He moved his hands down her back, touching her hot and sweaty skins. He cringed at the feel, but continued to play the game. She turned around and placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him in closer, so close he could smell the strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes.

“Wanna get out of here” her voice was practically a moan as she tried to lean forward and bite his neck. He pushed her away once he saw you stand up straight from the bar. He chuckled and walked away from the dance floor, making a beeline to you.

“What’s wrong love?. you look a bit flushed” he placed the back of his hand against your forehead feeling just how warm you’d gotten. “You’re very warm, you feeling sick” he teasingly asked, ordering a drink from the bar.

“I hate you” you muttered under your breath, body relaxing after seeing the girl who was still waiting for him to return to her, walk away after she saw him return to you.

“She wanted to fuck you, you know right’’ you took the shot he’d ordered and drank it.

“Of course i knew, wanted to see you break into pieces before you got to where you are now’’

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, honey. You’re in huge trouble” he sucked in a deep breath. his face turning more redder than it was before. You ran your fingers up and down his leg, chuckling when you saw his chest start heaving fast.

“You know I hate when you do shit like this lando” you nibbled on his ear, hand disappearing underneath his white dress shirt he wore. He shuddered as he felt your hand trail down his abs.

“Oh, Fuck, I’m sorry” he groaned. His hand grabbing onto your back, pulling you more into him. “Can we leave now” he begged, pants becoming so uncomfortablely tight he wanted them off him.

You laughed and pulled away from him, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Nope, you’re gonna feel my suffering honey.’’ You left him at the bar by himself, walking into the crowd of people and grabbed the nearest guy. You turned around and backed into him, dancing to the beat. You let him rub his dirty and disgusting hands all over your body.

Lando felt his heart beat speed up with anticipation and desperation. You continued dancing with the unknown, swinging your hips everywhere and even unbuttoned his shirt so you could feel his abs.

You danced for what felt like forever, until you felt a hand pulling you away from the crowd in a rush.

“we’re leaving’’ you smiled behind his back as he led you outside. His voice was heavy and breathy.

“What’s wrong, did something happen that you didn’t like’’ you jokingly pouted at him, “poor you”

He looked around before he pushed you into the dark alley. Before anything could fall from your lips, he pushed you up against the wall. Lips crashing onto yours roughly.

He pushed your dress up your thigh as he wrapped your leg around his waist. He broke the kiss to place kisses down your jaw to your neck. You moaned throwing your head back against the brick wall as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“m’ so sorry” his hand disappeared underneath your dress. Fingertips messing with the black panties you wore. “Do you forgive me, love”

“Debating on whether I should- fuck” you felt him push aside your panties, “what you pulled tonight” he rubbed light circles on your clit.

“Will never happen again, I’m sorry” he spoke against your lips. Biting onto them, causing you to whine in pain. “will you do that again” you laughed, firmly grabbing onto his hair while pushing him down to his knees.

“Baby, of course not. But you bought this onto yourself, now-“ you threw your leg over his shoulder, and tugged up your dress even more as he could settle between your legs.

“You will make it up to me, right” you softly ceased his face.

“Yes ma’am”

[mellowyellowdaydream]

Mixtapes-

AN: Hi! This is my first fic since I’ve returned to writing, so please be kind. Feedback is always appreciated! Also if anyone wants help explain making links or has a source where I can learn lemme know please! Also I wanted it to be more period accurate to the era that is the 2000’s because I personally love that era for the fashion, music, pop culture! So yeah!

Word count: 9.2K

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader insert.

Rating: Mature themes so mature audiences only. 18+ enter at own risk.

Themes: slow burn???, friends to lovers trope, two knuckle heads being knuckle heads, mutual pining, eventual smut, fluff, time jumps(sorry not sorry) maybe some out of character Dean? Lots of boob talk cause I too love boobies. <3 sorry not sorry <3

Summary: Y/N loves making mixtapes, but what happens when the one she doesn’t want to disappear is the one that went missing. And what happens when she confronts the one who took it.

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Mixtape, a way to show one’s love to another through music. At least that what pop culture leads you to believe. Especially in 1996, except they started moving over to mixtapes on CD.

Y/N and Dean share of love for music, now it may be different bands and genres but the love is still the same. Y/N constantly teases Dean about his “vintage” taste when it comes to his music though, so she has taken it upon herself to introduce new eras and bands into his repertoire.

Now she did make sure she included songs he would recognize, whether it be from the radio or from when she showed them to him from her own stereo. She would obviously include Metallica, usually as the first song on the tape just to help cover for him incase John grabbed it, but she did make sure it wasn’t one he would normally listen to so he would switch tapes.

Y/N would almost always include one song that would make Dean uncomfortable, whether that be Closer by NIN or Change in the House by Deftones. Cause she knew those two weren’t just casual listening songs, those were ‘lets get down to business and fuck’ songs. But she also knew Dean and her would never cross that line.

Ever.

He saw her as nothing more than a friend, at least that’s what she thought. She didn’t know that anytime one of those two songs would come on he would start to squirm in his seat cause he started to think about what it would be like to cross that line. He thought about what it would be like to have her underneath him while they listened to those songs together.

Now Sam always thought it was hilarious how he would adjust in the drivers seat and try to turn the music down, so he could push those dirty, dirty thoughts from his head. But seeing as how his younger brother liked to be a little shit he’d turn it back up and compliment Dean on his music taste and tease him about where he got this tape from.

Which Dean would grumble he got it from Y/N/N, and say something about her trying to broaden his music taste. Which then would make Sam hide a small smile and snicker quietly.

“So you let her change up your music, but I can’t even change the tape every once in a while?” Sam would tease.

“Driver picks the music, passenger shuts his cake hole.” Dean would reply without taking his eyes off the road, but if he did he would see Sam mouthing the well known saying along with him.

“So you would say it’s getting pretty serious between you two? Hmm?” Sam teases, obviously loving the reactions he could make Dean have with just barely mentioning the mutual pining you two do.

“Sammy, once again she’s just a friend. Always has been, always will be. When will you learn that?” Dean replied way too quickly.

“Sure Dean. Whatever you need to tell yourself. But if I were you, I’d listen to the music she’s showing you. I think there’s some, uhh, deeper meanings.” Sam mumbled, resting his head against the window. Slowly closing his eyes as the song changed to a more mellow Led Zeppelin tune.

Dean just grumbled and kept driving. Knowing he would need to call you soon about the case they were working on, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to work up the nerve to actually ask you what Sam meant. So he pushed those intimate thoughts down and away. Maybe he’ll ask you one day. Just not now, while everything is so complicated. Maybe many, many years down the line he’ll work up that courage.

But for now he’s more than happy just bring your friend, because that means he gets to keep you in his life and keep you safe.

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Time jump to 2007

“Time to hit the road you two! Let’s go!” Dean bellowed out into Bobby’s living area knowing Sam and Y/N would hear.

“Fine! But I get shotgun!” Y/N responded before Sam could, so when their eyes met she gave him a shit eating grin while he looked at her like ‘why the fuck do I have to be in the back? You’re smaller!’ She just shrugged, zipped up her duffle, grabbed her bags and went out to throw them in the trunk of Baby, finding Dean waiting for them so he could have the trunk set up how he wanted it.

“Sam not too happy about the shotgun situation huh?” Dean asked while a smirk softly rose on his face.

“Who would have thought? The tallest person would be mad about being in the backseat. Shocker!” Y/N quipped.

Dean just shook his head and laughed while he looked down making his hands look busy while Sam took his sweet time to join them.

“He’s probably getting an earful from Dad, should we go save him?” Y/N asked looking over to the porch waiting for it to swing open.

“Nah, he’ll be fine. Bobby knows we will take good care of you and not let you into too much of the action. Shit, I had to promise I wouldn’t let you too far out of my sight or else he was gonna fight me.” Dean answered.

Y/N looked at Dean knowing Bobby had to probably fight the urge to slam him against the wall while Dean made promises about her safety thus making a small snort come out of her nose.

“Well I mean what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Y/N responded shooting Dean a wink then looked down to fiddle with a zipper on one of the bags he’s been fussing over.

What she didn’t notice is the effect that answer had on Dean. He stiffened because his mind went immediately to the gutter. Cause he would love to do so many filthy things to her but would hate for her father to ever find out because it would be his ass mounted on the wall above Bobby’s doorway. But he couldn’t help it when she came out wearing a skin tight crop top that showed off her breasts like the work of art they were. Not to mention the small bit of tummy that peaked over the waist of her jeans cause no matter how hard she tried to hide her “chubby body”(her words not Deans) it would always find a way to pop out of its confines cause it too knew it shouldn’t be hidden. It should be appreciated and worshipped, cause who didn’t love a little extra padding for when it came down to being intimate it gave something to hold onto and extra area to smother in kisses.

While he was distracted with his dirty thoughts that’s when she noticed a small corner of something poking out of a side pocket, a small rectangular object that anyone who loved music would recognize.

A cassette.

But not any old cassette, one of the ones she made for him. At least that’s what she thinks it is, seeing as how it wasn’t in his special box up front with the rest of the tapes. And she knew he didn’t keep a lot of the ones she gave him up front in fear of John finding them or Sam teasing him about the tapes.

Just as she was about to ask Dean about it Sam came slamming out of the house. With Dean distracted with teasing Sam for taking his sweet time inside, Y/N slowly grabbed the tape without anyone noticing, slipped by the boys loading up Sam’s things and slid into the front seat of Baby.

She looked down at the well loved cassette. Most of the ink was rubbed off, so it was almost unidentifiable. But you could still see the remnants of her writing mixtape numba 69 ;)

‘Oh.my.god. How did he get this one!?’ Y/N thought while blushing furiously at her lap, she thought that she lost or misplaced this one in her bedroom. Thinking maybe it slipped under her bed at some point.

She was so wrapped up in her head and thoughts she almost didn't hear the boys climbing into the car. She quickly shoved the tape between her thighs and hoped neither of them picked up on her being flustered.

“Alright, next stop New Mexico. No stops unless gas or food. Got it?” Dean asked turning the ignition bringing Baby to life.

‘Yep’ and ‘Got it’ were mumbled out by the two passengers.

‘Alright.’ Dean chided and turned the radio up on Led Zeppelin's IV as the all settled into the music and ride.

Y/N was able to drift back into her head and wonder how he got his hands on this tape and when did he get his hands on this tape. Which that lead into her figuring out how she was gonna ask him those questions. She subconsciously would gnaw at her lips in thought, most of the time until there was a crack and raw or it was bleeding. She was so oblivious and lost in thought that she wouldn’t notice anytime Dean would glance at her and shift his gaze from her mouth to her eyes, and continue that route a couple times before glancing back to the road, analyzing her concerned face and making him curious about why she was stuck in thought. ‘Maybe bringing her with us wasn’t a good idea, what if she’s too in her head to focus on our task?’ Dean thought.

Sam wasn’t oblivious to his brothers actions though. He took notice and would probably comment on it if he knew it wouldn’t sour the mood for this hunt.

Sam wanted to make sure he came off as supportive to these two as much as he could because he saw the happiness each brought to the other, and he wanted to make sure if he could help it to not put any negativity into their first hunting trip as a team of three cause he knew it could make or break this whole working relationship. And he hates to admit it but he needs Y/N just as much as Dean does, because her lore knowledge and researching would put his to shame. (Which honestly he loves having that older sister role model to compete with when it came to the research and lore. ‘Because if you make it fun, you make it go faster!’ Y/N would say this encouraging the scholar that Sam is. And thus making him not hate to admit to anything.)

They passed through many counties, and one almost two states, before pulling off for gas and some snacks. But made quick work of getting back on the road so they could make it to New Mexico somewhat early tomorrow if they pushed through the night to drive one more state before they could say they made it safely. Y/N let Sam swap for the front so he could stretch his legs better and she could curl up in the back and rest incase Dean wanted to switch at all.

Y/N awoke when Baby slowed down on the side of the road.

“What’s wrong? We there?” She quickly spit out while brushing her hair out of her face, realizing she fell asleep for a few hours. Sam just grumbled and snuggled into his sweatshirt more.

“I need to stretch my legs, my balls are about to go numb.” Dean answered opening the door.

Y/N realized that they had made it to New Mexico but we’re exactly there yet. She also saw the opportunity for her to ask those questions to Dean knowing Sam was sleeping in the car and wouldn’t interrupt. So she crawled to the drivers side passenger door and climbed out once she clicked it open. Which startled Dean who was looking up at the night sky and stars.

Y/N mumbled a sorry while Dean reassured her it was ok. She leaned on the trunk of Baby pulling the flannel closer to her body to keep the warmth in if a breeze came by, while Dean paced infront of her kicking the dirt a bit with his boots.

“How much longer til we’re there? I’m sure you and Sasquatch could use a good lie down.” Y/N said.

“Well we gotta stop one more time for gas soon, but otherwise I don’t see why we wouldn’t be there by 10am. Which we could find a motel, check in, clean up and then start getting research for the-“ Dean said but stopping to make her say what they were hunting again.

“Ghost? You were confused about a ghost?” Y/N asked, looking up at him with the ‘what the hell’ face and raised eyebrows.

“Yeah that. I couldn’t remember if it was that or vampires.” Dean replied.

“They are nothing similar. How did you get those two mixed up?” Y/N teased putting her hands on her waist, exposing her skin tight baby tee that hugged her boobs to perfection. Dean sputtered but couldn’t come up with an excuse and trying to not make it obvious he liked what the shirt was doing for her body. And seeing that little sliver of tummy peaking out just above her high waisted jeans definitely didn’t help whatsoever.

“Can I ask you something Dean?” Y/N interrupted his thoughts, making him shake his head.

Oh no. I’ve been caught checking out my best friend and now she’s gonna fucking hate my guts! Dean thought.

“A question, can I ask you one?” Y/N repeated.

“Uh, sure?” He responded but unsure of what to expect next from Y/N.

“Where and when did you get this?” Y/N asked as she slid the cassette tape out of her the big front pocket on her pants(think more cargo/jnco jeans none of this skinny Jean shit).

Deans eyes widened and he tried to grab the tape from her, but her reaction was far quicker and she pulled it away and held it up over her shoulder while quirking her left eyebrow at him.

“Come on sweetheart, you know that’s one of the ones you gave me way back when.” Dean answered trying to play it off as one of her normal mixtapes.

“No it’s not. This is the one I lost. In my room. 10 years ago. Now how did you end up with it? Hmmm?” Y/N asked again, squinting her eyes at him to try and intimidate him. Which ended up doing the opposite because Dean thought the face was quite cute and had to hold back his smile.

“I have no idea. I honestly thought it was one of the ones you made for me. Let me see it.” He answered reaching for it and snatching from her hands.

“Hey!” She shouted trying to fight him over it and trying but failing to climb up his body to retrieve it from his outstretched arm.

You two were too busy bickering and playing keep away to notice that Sam had half climbed out of the car and was waiting for you fools to finish.

“Can we finish the drive?” Sam said, throwing his voice so you two would stop.

You two stopped, frozen in a weird position. Somehow you had ended up on Dean’s back like a back pack with your arm outstretched to try and reach the tape from Dean’s right hand. But his left hand was down and around your back/waist so you wouldn’t fall. He slowly turned towards the interrupter while you both looked like a deer in head lights sharing the same surprise.

“Uh yeah.” Dean said, you climbing down and readjusting your shirt and flannel while he cleared his throat and held the cassette between both of his hands.

Y/N climbed back into the back seat, her cheeks flaming with some embarrassment but also because she couldn’t stop thinking about how close she was pressed to Dean. And how even though they were stupidly fighting over a cassette he still made sure she wouldn’t fall on her ass while on his back. Thus spurring her into more of a flush because of how stupidly sweet the gesture was.

Once the boys were loaded back in she caught Dean’s eye in the rear view and he had a caught flush still on his cheeks and ears. So she sent him a wink and the I’m watching you hand movements to let him know they weren’t yet done with that discussion.

“You gonna put that cassette in or are you just gonna keep fiddling with it?” Sam asked Dean. Making Y/N shoot forward to lean her arms on the back rest of the front seat so she could be included in the discussion.

“Yeah Dean. Put it in. I’m sure your brother would love to hear that mixtape.” Y/N added, wishing she could add ‘that I made specifically for when I could fuck you in the back seat here and I drunkinly told you about 10 years ago!’ Sam shot her a look with a small smile tugging at the corner on his mouth.

“Nah, I’ll save that one for later. Let’s just put in this one.” Dean responded after fishing around in the cubby on the door for his Metallica Ride the Lightning cassette but also trying to hide the mixtape deep within the cubby so she wouldn’t ask him about it again. And ignored the other two trying to egg him on.

He cranked the radio as he pulled back on the the small highway and drove on. And they drove none of them opening their mouths about what happened outside or why this mixtape was so damn important.

The sun was about to be up right as the pulled into the gas station two hours from their destination. Sam climbed out to go to the bathroom and grab snacks while Dean made quick work getting gas into Baby. Y/N climbed out on the drivers side, stretching her body and letting out a small moan to see how she could make Dean uncomfortable with that sound. Her shirt rising to just below her bra almost popping up over it exposing them. (She knew of his love of woman and their bodies so she would let him ogle cause that meant if she could get his attention then maybe just maybe he might feel the same, right?)

Which the reaction she got was exactly what she wanted, him shifting himself and coughing to cover up the fact the he did ogle and check her out. And he didn’t mind one but what he saw. He actually loved her body, though would never admit it to her. That would be crossing the line and he wouldn’t do that, would he?

“I gotta pee but I want shotgun once I’m back.” Y/N said, shutting the door and walking to where the bathrooms were on the small building in the middle of nowhere.

‘Shit. She’s gonna wanna talk about the tape, and now they are both awake and he’s gonna have input too. Great. Just great.’ Dean thought.

Sam wandered out and Dean told him Y/N’s request to sit upfront. Which Sam was more than happy to oblige if it meant these two would finally talk about that tape or “fight” they had earlier. So Sam climbed into the back and waited for the rest of the team to join until they could hit the road and disperse the snacks amongst them.

As the clock hit 10:23 they rolled into a small motel in a somewhat small town in northwest New Mexico. Y/N hoped that there was either more than one room or a room with two queens and a sofa.

Dean parked and turned off Baby, turned around towards his brother to shoot him a look to make him get out and get rooms for the three of them so that maybe Dean and Y/N could have alone time really quick.

Sam huffed and climbed out. Rolling his eyes as he went into the small reception area of the even smaller, run down vintage motel.

“Looks like it hasn’t been updated in a few decades. Let’s hope they have a good cleaning crew.” Y/N joked looked out eyeing the small building, bits of the stucco crumbling away from the frame work on portions of the motel. She could see a visible line on the building from where they either gave up painting the building or ran out of paint and didn’t want to go back to get more paint to finish.

“Well it’s home until we find the bones, salt and burn them. So let’s hope you and Sam can figure out who we need to talk to or where we need to go.” Dean said in response. Y/N finally looking at him. Still waiting for Sam to come back.

“Dean, we still haven’t finished that conversation we started earlier. I wanna know how you ended up with that tape.” Y/N said, hoping he won’t put up too much of a fight so they can finally ease whatever this tension is between them.

“Y/N look I-“ Dean started but was interrupted by Sam opening up the door to tell them which room was theirs.

“We got one room, 103, 2 queen beds. Sorry guys, the receptionist said that half the building is falling in on itself cause of the high winds and not enough consist foot traffic to keep up with the repairs. He also-“ Sam started rambling and the two in the front seat turned and looked at him like he was crazy.

“What?” Sam asked very confused.

“Seriously Sammy?!” Y/N asked a little distraught that Dean was about to confess something but was so rudely interrupted by his little brother once again. Dean took this opportunity to exit the car and conversation so he wouldn’t have to confess his feelings.

“What did I do?” Sam asked throwing back the same attitude.

Y/N just turned around and climbed out of the car to help unload the trunk so they could settle into the room and get set up to do what they need to.

“Come on you two it’s not like I interrupted something important right?” Sam asked finally joining you two to carry his share of bags.

Y/N and Dean shot him the same look, one that read seriously dude you know what you did. Y/N’s turned into a pout as she trudged over to number 103 and waited for the two to join her.

Sam fumbled with the key, almost dropping it on to the small mat in front of the door.

“Sam take the bed closest to the bathroom, Y/N you're on whatever bedside as long as it’s between Sam and I.” Dean ordered as Sam got the door to open and they all piled through, Sam dropping his things on the bed closest to the bathroom.

“What?” Y/N asked, very confused, coming to a stop between the two beds and brothers.

“Are you trying to get me to sleep with you Dean? Hmm?” Y/N teased deciding to drop her bags right between the two beds to confuse Dean.

“Well you would be protected on both sides. It’s logic sweetheart.” Dean said, coming up with the perfect excuse like he knew they would be in this exact situation.

Sam was gonna use this distraction so while those two started arguing, he grabbed what he would need to freshen up, and slowly and quietly snuck to the bathroom. But he wanted them to know they were alone so he slowly closed the door then as he got to just about latching it, he gave a little more force so it would latch loudly. Alerting the two knuckleheads.

Which startled the shit out of Y/N, making her jump and realize what exactly happened. The water from the shower started rather loudly at this moment. Dean laughed at her reaction but then also realized and they both looked at each other and blushing heavily. Then as quick as they looked at each other they quickly looked away. Y/N once again chewing on her lip and deciding to squat down in front of her bag and fish out her lore books, note supplies and laptop.

Dean was checking out her ass as subtly as he could, making his hands busy in his duffle. Him searching for agent attire to wear for interviews. He couldn’t help but look at it honestly, Y/N should be proud of that ass, the roundness of it filling out the seat of her jeans so well it’s like they were painted on. Y/N shed her flannel then, tossing onto her pile and stood up to head to the small table with two chairs. Dean had to quickly turn himself back to his bag not realizing he watched her move across the room, his upper body turned to angle towards her.

Y/N sat down and glanced at Dean watching him pretend to be busy. He was so easy to read to her, but she did spend years breaking down his walls to let her in. Which took almost a decade, so it was not an easy feat for either of them.

“So Dean, can you answer me now or will we be interrupted again?” Y/N asked, flipping open to the info she had started collecting for this case.

“Not right now. We gotta focus sweetheart. Maybe later.” He answered coming to sit opposite of her at the table.

“Fine. But just so you know I’m holding you to that. You don’t get to just not answer me.” Y/N said point her pen at him to emphasize her point.

“Now so far we know that there’s a spirit who became upset over something or other. Came back and is now attacking its descendants?” Y/N said flipping through the papers.

“But?” Dean asked, knowing exactly what they needed.

“We need to know first of all where they are, or if there’s an item they are still attached to. And maybe we will find out why the hell they decided to come out of retirement to do this.” Y/N answered, smiling proudly at Dean. He obviously couldn’t keep his smile at bay when he say hers.

‘Fuck she’s perfect.’ Dean thought. Realizing he thought that, quickly shook his head and relaxed his face to not show any emotion or inkling of his thought on his face.

Y/N just gave him a weird look and kept digging through her papers and notes.

“Now there is one descendant we can talk to. But he’s a little hard to get a hold of apparently. So maybe you two need to go pretend to be FBI and see if he’ll talk?” Y/N suggested, hoping that maybe she could see him in that delicious black suit, even though it wasn’t tailored for him he still wore it exceptionally well.

“Probably what we were planning on doing, do you have an address or do we need to track it down? And by we I mean Sam and I. I want you to stay here Y/N. Just in case it’s not safe.” Dean said, staring her down, hoping to show her he means business.

“Seriously?!” Y/N answered, ignoring the first few questions. Obviously pissed off.

“Come on Y/N/N. Your dad just wants to keep you safe, same with me. And if I know you are here and safe then that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about.” Dean responded, hoping she understands.

“Dean. It’s a simple salt and burn. How many of these have just you and I done? This isn’t any different. Why are you being so weird all of a sudden?” Y/N asked irritation making her start to get confrontational.

“I-I… Look I care about you ok. However you want to interpret that.” Dean said, throwing the ball right into her court. Stunning Y/N speechless, her mouth slightly opening in disbelief.

“Well, I-uh.” She started but couldn’t finish. Her brain completely short circuiting on the fact the Dean Winchester ADMITTED, openly admitted his care for her.

Y/N blinked a couple times hoping it would get her brain to reboot fast enough to respond. She had to quickly look down as her blush took over her face and chest.

She was unfortunately too slow, Sam emerging from the bathroom. Steam filtering out with him.

“I hope you didn’t use all the hot water!” Dean said, quickly diverting the attention to Sam. Y/N thanked him because she knew she wouldn’t be able to give him the response she wants to in only a short while.

“No. There should be some left. What’s the plan? Cause I know we should do FBI, but having more than two agents out feels weird. Like how often have we seen three working together in the field?” Sam asked. Dean then shooting a look at Y/N, smirking.

“Fine! I’ll stay here but as soon as you know what I need to research, call me. Then pick me up so I can help dig it up.” Y/N said, throwing up her hands and slumping down in her chair. Her boobs being pushed straight into the table's edge and up into her chin, pouting.

Dean got up, hiding his ogling her and that damn cute face she pulls when she’s frustrated.

Stop. He has to remind himself, walking to his bag and grabbing his things to freshen up.

Sam just watched whatever the hell that was and just kept on doing his thing. He then walked over and took the chair Dean was just occupied.

“So, you gonna finally go for it or…?” Sam asked, gesturing between you and the closed bathroom door.

“Come on Sam. Not now.” Y/N answered.

Sam just sighed, hoping that tonight they would finally quit being idiots and just give in. A plan popped into his head, knowing exactly how to pull this off. He waited for Y/N to fill him in on what he would need for the case, giving him the address to the police station where they would find the officer who could then point them to the descendant.

He waited for Dean to finish up so they could head out. Sam decided to take this time to map out his plan to get those two together, alone. Cause he definitely does not want to be anywhere near them when they finally bump uglies.

What he thought he could do was pretend to get food poisoning from lunch(if they figured out what and where they needed to salt and burn), then those two would have to confront what they needed to.

Dean startled the pair by bursting into the room, hair still damp. He was fixing his tie as he walked out.

“We almost ready to go?” Dean asked, not like he was the one taking his sweet ass time in the bathroom.

“Just waiting on you.” Sam answered getting up from the table. Dean just scoffed in response and shrugged his jacket on.

Nice. Y/N thought, openly checking out Dean cause man did he wear the fuck out whatever he was in, whether it be casual, relaxed or dressed up. He made those clothes look like they were made to accentuated his form.

The pants hanging off of his waist to then flow down off of his perky ass, because yes it is perky, to then flow to his long legs. The jacket added to his presence, his shoulders filling it out and making the fabric stretch lightly over the muscles. God damn. Y/N just bit her lip and looked up.

Dean was making eye contact with her now because she was too busy eye fucking him. He just smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Y/N quickly looked away face burning from being caught. Sam just quietly laughed at their antics cause fucking finally. They’ve been doing this little stupid song and dance for over a decade. Neither taking the fucking chance to step in a different direction for their relationship.

“Alright sweetheart, we will see you later. I’ll cal if we find anything.” Dean said making the final pt down of phone wallet keys before they make their exit.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Y/N said waving them off, opening up her computer.

The boys headed out while she turned it on, and choose to stare down the device instead of making eye contact with either man while they exited. She didn’t want to show how truly hurt she was she didn’t get to play special agent but she understood how it would look weird with three agents walking about.

She quickly clicked her internet open and found MySpace as well as the link she saved pertaining to this case. The former was obviously just to pass the time cause how hard is it not to get sucked into that world.

She didn’t realize how much time had passed until she heard an absurd sound coming from her pile of belongings. Luckily it’s loud enough to hear, but fuck! She walked over and quickly tried to find the smaller object before it stopped its shrill song.

She found it and held it up in success. Waving it slightly before flipping it open and pressing it to her ear.

“Hello?” Y/N asked.

“Hey sweetheart, we got the lead we needed and are gonna head over there after we grab some lunch.” Dean rushed out, the sound of a car honking behind him.

Y/N figured he was taking his sweet time crossing the street making the driver upset enough to honk at him. Which would mean he was stuck in his own little world while on the phone with her.

“Yeah? Anything I can try to find for you two while you’re out?” Y/N asked, hoping maybe she could be of assistance in some way.

“No we got it covered. It seems like a very easy cut and dry case. I’ll give you a call once I know more, ok?” Dean answered.

“Alright well I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Y/N grumbled, obviously a little upset that she was now stuck in the shitty motel room until later.

So she flopped on the bed Dean claimed and grabbed the remote from the nightstand and started pressing buttons until one of them made the ancient tv turn on. She fumbled with it until she could find something that wasn’t too fuzzy or obscure.

She fell asleep and ended up being woken up by the deadbolt clicking and the door squeaking open. She sat up, her hair hanging around her face while she tried to collect herself.

The lights flicked on as the two boys made themselves more comfortable. Sam making a quick beeline for the bathroom once he shed his jacket.

“Morning sweetheart. Sorry to wake you abruptly but it looks like it might just be you and me going to dig up ye old sanders from the counties graveyard. Sammy seems to have eaten something that didn’t quite agree with him.” Dean said pointing to the bathroom as he came and sat on the foot of the bed facing the tv, starting to unbutton his collared shirt. His duffle open enough for him to dig around for his next set of flannel and plain black tee.

Y/N finally collected herself enough before she peaked out from behind her hair, seeing the naked back on Dean making her straighten her back. Realizing if she had the balls she could reach out and touch his soft freckled back and feel his muscles react to her touch. But she didn’t because she knew she would have to change into something easier to maneuver in if she was gonna be digging up a corpse.

“Sammy hurry up! I gotta change!” Y/N bellowed as she slid herself out of the bed and to her duffle, searching through to pull out a long sleeve crop and some yoga pants. Knowing that most of her clothes matched and she could just throw the same flannel over her new outfit.

Sam came out grumbling and holding his stomach. It was almost too real to be real. Y/N squinted at him knowing he may have been faking.

A topic for another time. She thought, quickly shuffling over to the bathroom to make quick work of his exile. Not wanting to linger too long in his “stinky” bathroom either.

She came out almost falling over trying to readjust her socks so they sat properly on her toes cause nothing was worse then the chaffing of the seam on her feet when she was busy doing shit. And god forbid she had to book it out of the situation.

“Let’s get this over with.” She exclaimed grabbing her boots and flannel to head out to the impala. Wanting to get this night over with. Sam just smirked knowing his plan was working perfectly!

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With the salt and burn finished and the grave filled back in, Dean and Y/N walked back to the impala that was tucked behind some bushes so anyone off the main road wouldn’t see it and be suspicious. Dean opened the trunk, they threw the shovels inside and Dean slammed the trunk closed. They each make their way to the front doors on Baby and climb in once unlocked.

Y/N thought they were sitting quietly while they recovered from the manual labor they just had to do with only two people instead of three-'Thanks Sam, of course you have food poisoning. Not.’ Y/N thought. What Y/N didn’t know was Dean was fishing around in the cubby to find the tape he hid earlier, so he could finally air everything out. He found the one he was looking for, ejected the current one and switched it for his personal favorite. He increased the volume slightly but not enough to drown out what he was gonna say.

The opening melody of Change in the House of Flies by Deftones starts drifting through the air. Dean drove off looking for a more secluded pet of town where he and Y/N could be alone.

“Y/N I just want you to have an open mind for what I’m about to say so please just listen.” Dean rushed out.

“Okay?” Y/N responded very confused by his statement. She watched as he pulled to out of the town and found a small secluded park where he knew no one would look for them.

“Y/N I want you to understand how much we appreciate you and your help with the research and hunts. And I know we’ve had some weird spots you and I but I think the only reason we had those weird spots was cause we’re both too chicken shit to actually admit to each other how we really feel. So when you told me you had a special mixtape for if and when we actually were intimate I just had to jump on that and figure out what exactly you meant. And well Sam did mention one time I should really listen to the songs you put on these to better understand what you were trying to tell me. And well he wa–is right. Right?” Dean rambled. Y/N fidgeted with the tear in her pants by the front pocket. Her teeth playing with her bottom lip.

“Dean, I-I don’t know what to even say. I’m surprised you even remember me telling you that, we were three sheets to the wind off of a few beers. But Sam was right, ya know? I picked specific songs that I would love to fuck to and maybe thought you would enjoy them as well? But I didn’t know you felt the same way as I did so I only made that tape for myself. So I’m assuming you saw it on my desk after I fell asleep and you snuck out of my room? Hmm?” Y/N asked, shifting her body so they were facing one another on the bench seat. Y/N she’s her flannel leaving her in a similar crop top to earlier but this time it was a deep red. She looked so good in red, and fuck seeing her dirty from the grave digging just added to her whole sexual aura.

“Your dad would have killed us if he woke up and we were both in there. I’m wouldn’t be surprised if he killed us if he found out we talked about this topic of you and I.” Dean replied with his devilish smirk. I wonder what she’s got on underneath, it’s gotta be good especially with how supported they looked. He let his rake over her form.

Taking his sweet time to admire her and her beauty. God she really is just perfect. He noticed how her breathing picked up, a grin lighting up her already flushed face. Eyes sparkling with want and lust.

“You want there to be a you and I?” Y/N inquired, her arms crossing under her boobs to cover her stomach so she could squeeze herself for comfort if he rejected her.

“Y/N you are all I want. Fuck, the things I would do to you if you let me. Especially to these songs, cause baby girl you are one naughty girl.” Dean answered as the song flowed from Change in the House to God of Thunder by Kiss. His fists clenching and unclenching trying to figure out if he should grab her hand or play with her hair.

“Oh. Do tell Dean cause we’re both visual learners.” Y/N teased hoping to hide her surprise from his response. ‘He wants me too? Fuck!’ She thought. It didn’t help she thought he was too fucking hot that it should be illegal and she wanted nothing more than to leave marks on his beautiful skin to have reminders of what they were doing secretly.

Dean reached out to her, pushing hair out of her face and rested his arm on the back rest, drawing small circles on her shoulder.

“Babygirl, where do I even start? Do I start with the slow make out, you straddling me in the back seat. Our bodies pressed together so tight you don’t even know if we’re separate people or one whole person. I would love to take it nice and slow with you the first time. We wouldn’t know how to breathe without the other at how connected we’d be, everything would be shared. Our air, our skin, fuck the softness of your skin as I run my hands under your shirt. I’d have a hard time going slow though.” Dean started not wanting to give away all of his thoughts yet.

“Well Baby, who says you would be the lead, whose to say I wouldn’t have you melting under my touch, whimpering for more.” Y/N responded, scooching closer to Dean, noticing the swallow bob his Adam’s apple.

“You’d like that huh? Being dominated? Me in charge?” Y/N teased further. And it took everything in Dean not to whimper because he would LOVE that.

He shook his head, clearing that fantasy out.

“Another time. Tonight I wanna worship you and your fucking glorious body.” Dean said grabbing her by the front of her shirt over to him. Making her fall into his chest, pushing her boobs into him. The melody switching again into Closer by Nine Inch Nails.

“Fuck. Get in the back seat. Now.” Y/N muttered, trying her best to climb back, not ruin the seats with her boots, and also not kick Dean in the face.

Dean too rushed to get back there and get under her cause tonight he wanted to feel every inch of her against him. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her into his lap. Smacking her left ass cheek, making it sting slightly. Y/N couldn’t help but gasp and thrust her hips down onto him. Feeling the very present bulge in his pants.

Her mouth met his, the soft pink lips smushing together and fighting to each other. Small moans and gasps escaping every once in awhile. Y/N rolled her hips, seeking the friction it brought but also seeking that urge to get closer to Dean. He would every couple of hip rolls thrust to give her a different angle of friction, making her release a shiver and deep moan.

Dean kept kissing her, from her mouth, to her cheek, over her jawline and to her neck. His face smushing into her skin because he didn’t want to leave her skin. Being completely intoxicated by everything she was. His hands worked their way from her ass to her sides to her boobs and god he couldn’t wait to feel them with no layers inbetween. They looked like heaven and felt like heavens and he was more than willing to bet she tasted like heaven too.

“Dean. If we keep going at this rate, I don’t think we’re gonna make it to taking our clothes off. Please baby.” Y/N pleaded, struggling to make a coherent thought. She was high with how he was touching her, his hands rough but gentle against her. Making her completely forget about the fact that she felt undesirable half the time because right now she could care less what others think, cause if Dean was making her feel this way she could forget about all those other mean fuckers out there.

“Ok, ok. Let's just collect ourselves and figure out the next move.” Dean said continuing to grab and massage any part of her body he could touch.

He grabbed her shirt and pulled it off her body, throwing it into the front seat. He grabbed her chin and brought her mouth to his, their teeth clicking with how ferocious it was. He was working on her bra when she went for his shirt to pull off. This time she pulled him to her pressing their naked chests together. Her arms wrapping around his neck and head and he worked his hands around her waist to pull her more flush against him. He took the opportunity to flip them and press her back into the vinyl seat. Adjusting the two of them, now rolling his hips to press the hard, heavy bulge into her way too heavily clothed core. Making her whimper into his mouth as her body shivered with need.

They made quick work of each others pants, her hands working on his belt, button and fly. Working her hands around and over his lower back muscles. Her hands finding his back dimples, then gliding down under the elastic of his boxer briefs and cupping his ass cheeks and helping him roll into her core and clit more. Meanwhile, he was massaging her ass cheeks through her leggings, loving how soft and valumputious it get in his palms. He couldn’t wait to get her bare and fuck her tight pussy. So he grabbed the pants by waistband with the panties as well and yanked down until they were to her knees. She continued to kick until they were completely off but she hadn’t been able to get her boots off so they were currently stuck around her ankles while his had yet to worked off as well.

“I love you Y/N. I need you to look at me baby. You tell me at any point to stop and we will stop. Okay?” Dean said nudging his nose into her temple. Pulling his pants down swiftly before settling a over her, his member at attention and resting on her lower tummy. His velvety tips leaking a bead of precum. She didn’t have the chance this night to actually look at him in all his glory but if she did she would see a perfectly girthy and sized cock. Not being ridiculously huge to where it hurt but enough to get a good stretch and sting. That would settle into pure bliss because Dean was well endowed and he sure knew how to use it.

She opened her eyes to look at him, because now she could finally look at him up close and while they are both awake. Fuck he’s gorgeous. The freckles that accented every feature. His eyes completely blown with lust and admiration. Even with how dark it was where they parked, she could still make out the stunning color of jade. She took her right hand and traced it from his cheekbone, over his brows and nose down to his soft plump lips, taking her thumb to drag it across and down his jaw cupping his face. His one arm caging you into the backseat while the other massaged your breast. Enjoying the weight and softness.

“Baby, I’m an idiot for taking too long to make a move. I love you Dean. I need you inside of me, now.” Y/N confessed. Dean smashed his mouth into her, pouring everything he’s ever felt for her into that kiss, taking his dominate hand and snaking it between the two of you to find you soaking wet to the point that it’s almost leaking down your ass crack onto the seat cushion.

“So ready for me already baby?” Dean asked as middle finger glided into you making you gasp and roll you hips seeking more friction.

“More.” Was all you and your brain could say. Dean adding his pointer to the needy hole. Grinning as he kissed his way along your chest.

“Such a good girl, so needy and wet. All for me.” He mumbled into you collarbone. Fingers working that soft spongy part inside you that when played with just right makes your toes curl and supernovas flash in the backs of your eyelids.

“Dean, I wanna come on your cock not your fingers. Please.” Y/N whined. Dean stopped his ministrations and grabbed his tip to slip through her folds and slick.

Dean then steadied himself to her opening and used his hand to stroke her lips open to find her clit. So as he thrust into her he could ease the stinging sensation with pleasure.

And boy did he bring pleasure.

Every roll of his hips he somehow sunk deeper into her, every stroke of his thumb would ease him in more, and when she was fully relaxed with him, he was deep. They both needed a minute because they both shivered as their mouths fell open in ecstasy.

“Fuck, we should have done this sooner.” Dean mumbled against her lips.

“Mhm, we can worry about that later. Now fuck me like you mean it.” Y/N tried urging him by also rolling her hips to make him move again.

He just pushed up with the hand that isn’t between them and a low grumble almost animalistic came from deep in his chest. Pulling out to just the tip and rolling deliciously back in. Starting to set a pace that would quickly lead to release. He increased the pressure on her clit but started to rub a mix of tight circles and more open slow circles. Trying to bring you up and over the orgasmic edge before him.

You started to squirm underneath him, adding your own roll of your hips to help spur him on, matching the tempo he chose. He threw your leg up higher on his hip, the adjustment causing him to hit a new angle inside of you. Each snap sending a shockwave literally and figuratively up your body. You soft tummy and boobs matching the rhythm of thrusting.

You could tell you were both getting closer and closer to that edge of ecstasy. Y/N reached up her right hand to grasp his arm holding her leg up, wanting more of a connection to Dean while they ride into bliss. Her other hand grabbed her boob, fingers finding her nipple and rolling it. Dean watched on with awe, his pace starting to stutter because imagining Y/N playing with herself is one thing, it’s a completely different thing to watch it happen in person. And fuck was it amazing.

As his pace started slipping he started to collapse over Y/N and brace himself again, but this time pressing her leg down with him. Folding it and making her hold it open for him so he could fully support himself.

His face found its home in the crook of her neck, his small grunts and moans reaching her ears. Spurring her to help him help her cum.

With a few more circles of her clit and rolls of the hips they reached bliss, their orgasms breaching their peak and tumbling over that cliff.

Y/N choked out gasps as Dean moaned deep into her neck, his hips sputtering as his seed coated her pussy from the inside out, her own juices mixing with his adding to the mess. Their heavy breathing also adding to the fog on the windows.

Definitely gonna have to drive with the windows down. Dean and Y/N thought.

“So worth the wait.” Y/N huffed out as Dean slowly peeled their body’s apart, them both cringing as his soft cock slipped from the mess they made between her legs.

Dean couldn’t agree more. He sat back on his haunches and searched for his shirt to try and wipe up the mess of fluids making their escape.

“You definitely get first shower when we’re back.” Dean quipped as he swiped at her sensitive folds, her hissing at the contact on the overly stimulated flesh.

He helped her sit up and find clothes. Dean shimmied his pants back into place. Her handing him the flannel and him handing her a shirt. What they didn’t notice is Y/N handed Dean her flannel instead of his so she ended up with his. Dean helped balance Y/N while she untangled herself from the leggings and boot situation until they were placed back on properly.

A phone started to ring from the front seat breaking the two from their time in the back seat. Dean dived over trying to get to it incase it was Sammy in danger. Y/N stayed in the back, trying to locate her bra and the used shirt to crumple up and hide so she could throw them into her duffle as inconspicuously as she could once they got back.

“Hello?” Dean asked quickly, not even having it pressed to his face in the rush of opening it.

“Dean, where the hell are you guys?!” Y/N could hear Sam ask loudly from the phone.

“Uh we’re almost done? About to load up and head back. We’ll see you soon.” Dean responded way too quickly and then shut the device before his brother could even respond.

“Come on sweetheart we gotta head back. I got a flannel right here for you.” Dean said offering his hand to help her climb up front.

Y/N settled in up front, Dean switching tapes so he could once again hide the special tape. Y/N not knowing that he now cherishes it. She just scootched closer to him and cuddled into his arm, wanting closeness. Dean openly welcoming it and entwining their fingers on the hand that wasn’t resting on the steering wheel.

The ride back to the motel was quiet besides the soft sounds of Metallica playing. Once they pulled in to the Motels lot, Dean parked and shut off Baby. But didn’t make a move to get out. So they sat for a second until Dean decided to break the quiet.

“Y/N, I-I don’t want that to be a one time thing. Or for you to think that.” He said, turning his head to look at her.

“Oh, ok.” Was all she could say, fiddling with the thread that was loose on the end of the flannel.

“Baby I don’t think you understand. I want you. Monogamy, the whole thing.” Dean said, hoping she understood.

“Really?” She asked turning to look at him now.

“Really.” Dean assured her and grabbed her hand to hold.

She just smiled, beaming at him with adoration.

“Comeon let’s not keep Sam waiting. He’s probably freaking out.” Y/N said grabbing the discarded clothes and getting out. Dean following her out and to room 103.

When they turned the key and finally opened the door, they were not expecting Sam to be sitting and waiting at the foot of his bed. When he heard the door opening he straightened his posture and just started grinning wildly.

“What the hell? I thought you were sick?” Dean asked coming in and throwing his leather jacket onto his bed. Y/N throwing the discarded clothes from earlier into her open duffle.

“Nope.” Was all he said, eyeing his brother and best friend. Realizing they switched flannels and their hair was messed up in a way that revealed what they were doing in the back seat.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better but it would have been easier with three people to dig his old ass up.” Y/N quipped flopping down onto the bed she chose earlier.

“Yeah well I don’t exactly think it would have been as fun after. At least not for me.” Sam replied, leaning back onto his forearm to eye Y/N.

“I mean seeing as how you both have each others flannels on and the obvious sex hair.” Sam added.

Y/N eyes bulging from her head, not even realizing they somehow switched flannels in the dash to get redressed. And she hasn’t taken the time to fix her hair, nor Deans, to help hide the fact they desecrated the back seat.

“Well um-uh.” Y/N stammered. Trying to catch Deans attention to help her but he was too lost staring down at the bed with a bright blush on his cheeks.

“It’s fine you two. It’s very obvious with how you two are to each other and neither of you were gonna make that first move. So I may have faked being sick so you two could have alone time.” Sam answered, throwing you some help.

Dean finally looked up at Y/N and just smiled.

“Well thanks Sam. Took you long enough to get tired of our shit though.” Dean replied, teasing Sam.

The two brothers started to bicker playfully and Y/N just closed her eyes.

I could get used to this. Y/N thought, relaxing and excited for where this road will lead.

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A/N—Thoughts? Not proofread entirely so don’t hate me. Hits been a moment since I’ve written!

[tusk-rumours]

surprise, baby ☄︎*.⋆ — sam winchester x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

summary: sams girl surprises him with something pretty, and sam can hardly take it.

warnings: nsfw, 18+!! fingering, p in v, swearing, shifts in dom/sub, incredibly horny writing

a/n: SURPRISE!!!! you thought this was over? lmao okay but seriously things happened and my need for sam got so bad that it healed my writing slump to the point that i picked up again so here's this!! it is taking a hell of a lot of bravery to post this so i’ll try my best not to delete it lmao, but man i want sam so bad i'm so hor— okay that's enough.

also i listened to the morning by the weeknd on repeat writing this, if that gives any indication as to where my mind was lmao. and this gif????? came.

Sam was honestly struggling to keep up with her. He loved it, god he loved it, but fuck it was a lot to handle. Couldn't she see what she was doing to him? She could. And that there was the problem. She relished in how he'd freeze when he saw her, how he'd fumble all over his words and stumble over his long legs when she beckoned him closer.

She'd been surprising Sam with lingerie constantly recently. Whether it was new sets she bought as a surprise, old sets, or even sets he bought her himself, Sam felt like he saw her in them more than actual clothes. There was nothing Sam could think of that would've given her this idea, nothing he said, nothing she said. But something had stirred in her cheeky brain a couple of weeks ago. Sam didn't know what the hell he did to deserve this kind of heaven, but he definitely wasn't complaining.

It started when she'd padded into the library in her fluffy dressing gown while he was researching. She'd stepped between his legs, pulling down the fluffy fabric at her chest and teasing a peek of the lace underneath. She let him unravel the knot like some sort of present, and soon enough he had the books on the floor, and her body laid out on the table with the fluffy fabric cushiony beneath her. He didn't know what the surprise was for, but he didn't question it, just relished in the treat he was getting.

Then it was the photos she sent while he was out investigating. In the bed they share, the camera angled down her lace-clad body. He almost choked on his drink when he saw that, quickly shielding the screen from Dean, before excusing himself. He stood in that bathroom stall for close to fifteen minutes, trying so goddamn hard not to pump himself right there with the picture of her on the screen in his hand.

Then it was the set she had on when he came back in the bedroom after some late-night research, perched on the bed. Then the path of her clothes from the library to their room, ending with her lacy panties by the door, which he opened to find her on the bed wearing nothing at all.

And then the several other times too.

She was being a tease. And he knew full well she was having more than just fun with this.

He should've expected it this time. Really, he should've. She'd been at the bunker researching all day while Sam and Dean were out playing FBI. Sam was already gonna drag her into bed that morning when she stood in front of him, doing up his tie and tightening it around his neck. She almost drooled when she saw him standing there, visions of that tie around her wrists, or even around his. Visions of those steam-ironed clothes crumpled on the floor, his bare hips snapping against hers. But not yet. That was for later.

By the end of a day of interviewing witnesses, assessing crime scenes and mulling it over in a diner, Dean decided to rest it over by spending the night at a bar. As for Cas, he very rarely dropped in without Dean there ever since he caught them both on the library table. She couldn't stop laughing, finding it even funnier whenever she looked up and saw Sam's red, mortified face. Cas had just stood there, before asking if they both wanted to be alone, which sent her into another fit, listening to Sam's exasperated 'yes!'. Once he left, they couldn't even pick up where they left off, Sam too horrified and she too hysterical.

So Sam had called her, telling her he'd be the only one home tonight, the ideas she'd get from that somehow slipping his mind.

So, yeah, he should've expected it when he shut the door of the bunker, heading down the stairs casually and into the library, before lifting his head up and stopping dead in his tracks. He stood frozen, his mouth open dumbly, his eyes just short of popping out of his damn head.

"...holy shit." He slipped out beneath his breath.

She giggled from where she lay on the couch. Stretched out on her back, her arms lazily on the pillows above her head. Her body in a pretty two-piece lace set that was completely sheer save for some embellishments here and there, with matching sheer thigh highs clad her legs up to her thighs, adorned with lace on the top.

He was gone.

His bag slipped off his shoulder to the floor with a thud, his mind lost in the way her legs shift, the way the mesh and lace cover her skin so perfectly. She just looked so sexy, it knocked the air straight out of his lungs.

He shut his eyes for a moment, huffing out a breath, steeling himself. Without a word, he's shrugging off his blazer. She bites her lip as she watches him, her fingers lightly feeling through her hair. The blazer falls to the floor, and those pretty fingers move to his tie, fumbling with the knot as he loosens it up, and god the way his veins flex with each little movement—.

She grins, watching him strip down in front of her. She didn't even have to say a word, or move, and she's already got him with his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pristine white shirt. She throws her head back with a huffy laugh.

"God, you're so fucking sexy, Sammy," She shakes her head, her gaze turning to him. His cheeks pinken, abashed at the way she compliments him.

Beneath her amused gaze, there's a fiery hunger, and it makes Sam completely weak as his hands move to the hem of his undershirt, pulling it up and off his head in an instant, his muscles flexing. Then that adds to the growing pile too, and he's before her bare from the waist up, and the things she wants to do to him when she sees him like this.

One of her arms lazily extends out towards him, beckoning him closer. Once he's close enough, her fingers grasp at his belt, making him gasp, his skin shuddering where her fingers brush. Her fingers work at the buckle, undoing it swiftly, her lip between her teeth in anticipation. Then she pulls at the belt, glancing up at him cheekily as she drags it through the loops until it dangles from her hand.

His breath catches in a startled whimper when the belt clanks to the floor and her fingers dip beneath the waistband of his jeans, tugging him even closer. She rolls onto her side slowly, resting her head on her hand, looking up at him through her lashes, his clothed dick so close to her mouth now.

"...You sure the couch is gonna— h—have enough room?" Jesus, how does she reduce him to such a stuttering mess like this so easily?

She just laughs, her thumb rubbing the skin by his happy trail.

"You have a better place you wanna take me, baby?"

Oh, god.

Even though the bed, or even the table, or the goddamn floor might be more practical, he doesn't care. He can't spare another second. He's crowding her space, mounting the couch and settling down on top of her, his hand grabbing her head and guiding her into a consuming, passionate kiss. His tongue wastes no time invading her mouth, and fuck she tastes so sweet. The upturn of her lips and the moan she lets out into his mouth only makes his cock throb harder within his jeans. Their bodies shift and writhe against each other desperately, both of them so ridiculously turned on.

That sneaky hand of hers is moving between them, finding the button of his jeans and popping it free, her fingers brushing against his sensitivity as she drags down the zip.

"Shit," He hisses, his nose scrunching in that perfect way.

His hand finds hers and pulls it away, pinning it back against the cushion. He wants to worship her. How can he not when she looks this goddamn good? And for him?

He drags his lips away from hers, taking her in again.

"God, baby, you're stunning. So fucking sexy. When'd you get this one?" He's panting, his breath chasing his words.

"Today," She muses, rubbing her fabric-covered calf against his leg. "Hoped it'd get this reaction."

"As if I would react any less, seeing you in this," His eyes are full of wonder, like he can't quite believe this perfect body and beauty that is his girl is beneath him. He can't stand his mouth not being on her for one more second.

He dives into her neck, relishing in the way she moans, her head turning to expose her neck. He sucks and nips, wanting to leave hickeys against the faded ones. His lips, tongue and teeth work feverishly down her neck to her collarbone, teeth dragging against the chain of her necklace, down to her breasts, covered by the black mesh fabric of her sheer bra, which does nothing to conceal her hardened nipples. God, that sight was just so fucking sexy to him.

She throws her head back in a moan when he starts licking one of her nipples through the mesh and lace in long, firm licks before he's sucking with his lips. His big hand squeezes the other, feeling and rubbing the thin fabric. Then he swaps over, and she's writhing, her fingers threading into his hair. The warmth of his tongue against the mesh is just too good of a sensation.

"Sam, fuck," She breathes, needing more. Needs those jeans of his off. So she takes.

He pulls his mouth away when he feels her trying to tug at his jeans, helping her get them off quickly. It relieves some of the pressure, but there was still so much restriction. He wouldn't be satisfied until he was buried deep inside her.

It's frantic, the way they touch each other, fingers fumbling with clothes.

"Shit, I don't even wanna take this off you baby, its too pretty," Sam mutters out, his actions contradicting his words as he fumbles with the clasp of her bra, throwing it somewhere in the direction of the floor.

She bites her lip. She loves being exposed to him. In a space where she feels equal amounts safe and sexy. Her palms flatten and run along the large expanse of his back, shimmying her hips to help him pull down her lacy panties. He doesn't bother with her thigh highs, whenever she wears something like that, he always prefers it staying on.

"Please, oh—" She moans into his ear, hips writhing against his with need.

"Baby, I gotta — fuck — gotta prep you first," He chokes out. He wants nothing more than to be inside her, but he needs to get her ready first. And feeling her slick on his fingers and the warmth of her pussy is an opportunity he never passes.

And so his hand runs down her body, squeezing her breast along the way, feeling her stomach shudder underneath his fingertips, teasing above the area between her legs. Then the pads of his fingers slide down firmly, and her moan is all kinds of sweet and dirty at the same time. He gathers her slick, and she's so goddamn wet, spreading it along her folds, settling on her clit and rubbing tight circles.

She bites her lip, her eyes shut and hips rolling into his hand, completely lost in the pleasure, and the sight of her like this is so fucking sexy, he's blabbering and cursing under his breath.

"Shit, you— you look too damn good, y— so hot, I can't—" It's all so overwhelming, but he needs more, so his fingers move to her entrance, slipping inside, stretching her gently. Her mewls are like a symphony to his ears, so sweet and perfect he'll be thinking about them for weeks.

"That good, baby?" He smiles, his lips brushing against her temple, feeling the sheen of sweat forming at her hairline.

"Uh huh, uh hu— oh," She can't even form words, her walls squeezing as her orgasm catches up to her fast. He feels it, moaning at the way she clenches and flutters. He knows the exact moment she comes, from her sounds, to the way her body tenses, and the way her legs jerk.

He watches her with awe, the sight of her blissed out face otherworldly to him. Usually he'd give her a few minutes to come down, but he's thrown off guard when her fingers fumble with his boxers, tugging and pulling.

"These, off," She demands, and god, who is he to refuse her?

So they join the pile on the floor. Her tiny black lingerie against his FBI suit.

She bites her lip, her gaze moving back to him. He's so hard, and perfect, and she's been fantasising about this sight all day.

Her gaze drags back up to his, heavy-lidded and sultry, and Sam needs to see the way her expression changes when he pushes into her.

"Sam, fuck me now." Her voice lowers, serious and commanding, and Sam would do the most embarrassing things imaginable if she asked him like that.

"Baby, I don't— don't have a condom on me," He whispers back. Always a man of safety.

"God, Sam, does that matter? We don't need one, it's fine," She reassures him, her hand in his hair.

She's right. It definitely wouldn't be the first time they've done it raw, and Sam'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little obsessed with taking her that way. They know what they're doing. It's fine.

Without a word he lines himself up, pushing into her, watching the way she smirks, her eyelids fluttering.

"That's it, honey," She breathes, a soft moan accompanying her words.

He's close to bottoming out when her mesh-clad legs wrap around his waist tightly, pulling him into her. He hisses, his grip on her hip tightening.

"F—fuck, you're insatiable,"

She just smirks, breathing hard as her limbs curl around him tight. She makes sure she's got his eyes on hers when she reinstates his point, arching her back and rolling her hips into his.

The broken, loud moan he lets out into her ear has her grin widening.

She continues her ministrations, forcing his eyes not to shut and to meet hers, no matter how much he wants to bury his face into her neck. Soon enough he's rolling his hips into hers, meeting her movements, the sensations only heightened by the intimacy of their connection.

Her expression is hungry, powerful, taking what she needs, and Sam is fucking mesmerised by the way her body moves so smoothly and sensually beneath him.

"God, baby, I—" He groans, feeling her squeeze so deliciously around him. "What're you doing to me?" He chokes out, then his forehead drops against hers, his hips picking up the pace, thrusting deeper.

The pretty moan she lets out turns into the sexiest giggle he's ever heard, and jesus, how is being so deep inside of her almost not enough?

"Oh, fuck—" He hisses. He's so goddamn close. He can feel her squeezing him harder, like a fucking vice, and he'd stay with her like that always if he could.

"Come for me, baby,"

That bed voice she uses is going to ruin him. It's impossible to hold back when she gives him permission like that, and it's all so overwhelming when he fills her up, warming her walls.

The sensation of him coming inside her so deep is just so good, and her second orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, moaning so sweetly, the pleasure all-consuming.

Their chests heave, their minds still so hazy with pleasure. However, Sam has enough consciousness to guide his lips to hers, moaning against her lips, the feel of them feather-soft, the taste of them so sweet. His tongue slides against hers, kissing her like he needs to feel every inch of her mouth to breathe.

"I should've known," He shakes his head affectionately, his tongue slipping into her mouth again.

Her lips upturn against his, and he won't even try to ask why she's doing this this time around, because he'll get the same answer as every other time: 'you complaining?'. So cryptic his girl was. But god if her playfulness didn't drive him wild.

Their mouths disconnect, and her tongue flicks out again to clear up a bit of saliva on his bottom lip. This girl.

"So, this really that fun for you, sweetheart?" He asks instead.

"Uh-huh," She muses cheekily. Of course she's not gonna elaborate. His baby could tell him to step off a cliff with no other instruction and he might just do it. He'd run around in circles just to be near her.

His fingers fix her hair up a little, his body making no move for round two.

"Don't tell me you're done with me already," She giggles. "We've got a whole bunker to ourselves, many unchristened places, and I've got plenty of stamina left in me, baby. So, can you keep up with me?"

...Fuck.

taglist <3 : @lanadelreyscokewhor3 @mxilkyways @saltcxrcle

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Small thing I wanted to write, might come out with an actual fic later. For now enjoy! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Warnings: blood.

Minors dni

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Dion who somehow gets transported into our world.

Imagine one day you're walking in the rain and you see this 6'ft tall man (cuz I say so, have you seen how big he is????) Sitting on a park bench or the bus stop or something idk and he just reminds you of one of those "take me home" cats in a box cliche.

But he's a very scary looking cat.

And wait, are his eyes red?

Hold up, is that a fucking sword?

Wait is that blood?

Oh, he's probably just a cosplayer, you tell yourself, but you're still glued in place.

Something tells you not to cross his path. Even if that's the way you need to go.

And as luck would have it, the very scary cat turns his head to look at you, and his crimson hues look jaded and confused. When he blinks it's weird, and it's only now do you notice the dark circles under his eyes. Very deep and very dark, it doesn't look like makeup.

With his sword on his lap, he stands, taking it in one hand. You can't help but take a few steps backwards, umbrella threatening to fall from your hands. When he strides towards you, you become frozen.

Sure, he's handsome at closer inspection. But the way he looks at you, the way he towers over you, you feel like a mouse in the jaws of a lion.

His eyes scan over your form, confusion clear in the scarlet that reminds you of blood. They look too genuine to be contacts.

"You..., " your body jolts, not expecting him to sound so....

"Tell me where we are. And why are you dressed like that?"

... Tired. Tired and demanding, not giving you room to interject.

If he thinks he can order you around than -

"Oh, uh, I'm not from around here. Best of luck to you, sir."

- you can just lie and flee. Like how your mom did -

"Stop." He physically stops you with his body, and you take another step back. He tries again and this time you cave.

When you tell him, his eyes widen before they return to their natural state.

"Where is that? And what's with..." He gestures to your work uniform.

Oh boy. He's either fucking with you or he hit his head or something.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I can't sleep. I'll actually write about the show later, but right now, I just need to let people know it's 1:30 AM. Last night I slept for literally about half an hour, as I took a night bus to New York City to see Nish Kumar and couldn't sleep on the bus. This afternoon I took a nap in my Air B&B for a couple of hours, which was nice but did not make up for how sleep deprived I was. I watched Nish Kumar's show that started at 10 PM and ended around midnight, came back to the Air B&B, where I can sleep for a few hours, I have to get up at 6:30 in the morning to get my train home. My 12-hour train ride home (actually the train just goes to Montreal, after which it takes a further 2 hours to get home).

I'm lying in bed in the Air B&B at 1:30 AM and I can't sleep, despite all those circumstances that should mean I pass out instantly. I'm too wired. Tonight was too fucking exciting. Forget everything I said earlier, about how this trip was a stupid idea. It was worth it. It was 100% worth it. Worth all the time and all the money.

I can't explain right now everything about why it was so exciting. I will write about that later, when my brain is working, because it sure isn't right now. Right now, I just want to share with people the fact that it was so exciting it took away my ability to sleep, even in these sleep-deprived circumstances.

I mean, I don't have the words to actually explain what happened right now, but I guess this could do a bit of my explaining for me:

[theallianceofcelestials]

I feel like I asked for too many small drabbles so this will be the last one for awhile, will still ask about what if scenarios though XD

Maybe a small drabble about how Ruin comforts Eclipse when he can't bring himself to light the rig up? Cause you did say Ruin would do that in the other ask and the image hasn't left my head, what can I say, there's not enough writing for this ship XD

- 🎭

Don't worry about it. I understand people want their small little drabbles. I just appreciate you were always polite with them

Do have to warn people this is spoilers for the actual fic and kinda has implications

Also, agree, this ship is underrated (tho I can also enjoy a good parental Ruin too, those can be cute too)

"Come on! Drop it! Don't keep a man waiting~"

But despite the encouragement, his fingers just don't want to let go. It doesn't matter how the little light is flickering just above where the drill once was.

He's just... standing on the edge and staring by this point.

So he sighs, arm falling limp. His grip is still tight around the lighter.

"I can't do it'

One request. Campbell had one single request of him, and he can't even bring himself to fucking do it. How pathetic, really

"Pardon?"

"I can't do it!"

Perhaps it's dumb to shout at something that's close to being a god, but he can't help it. He's just so damn tired and angry.

Today has been a nightmare. He'd give anything to go back to blissful ignorance.

A hand slowly intertwines with his own.

Well, almost anything

"Are you alright dear?"

All of his posturing was dropped. There's only that cloying concern from before. It makes him want to cry.

"No"

Ruin draws him into a hug, pulling him down until he can hide in his neck. Eclipse doesn't bother fighting.

"I know, that was a stupid question. I should have thought more of this through. But it's okay love. You will be fine"

But not anyone else. Only him.

It's a heavy weight to bear

"Now if only you could silence the silly little worries in your head! They're bad for you."

A hand begins gently cradling through his rays, and he relaxes with a sigh. There's no point in trying to fight this. There's no point in trying to fight the warmth he feels.

How could he have caught the eye of such an extraordinary and ethereal creature?

Ruin begins pulling away, but he doesn't want to let go. He doesn't feel ready to.

"It's alright love. I'm not going anywhere. I just want to get us away from here. To maybe your room?"

"My room?"

"Of course! You didn't think I didn't preserve it, did you?"

Somehow that makes him feel bashful. The little chuckle from his lover makes him feel warm.

"Come now dear! Let us cuddle. And maybe later we can try... something else too~"

The wink is exaggerated, but the heat is still in those mismatched optics. It makes him shiver.

Perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing...

[jjslvt]

my thoughts on this character. pls tell me someone understands lol (long af like a fanfic. sry 😭 i went on a rant for him bruh)

(TW: topics about drug addiction, mental health issues)

a little scared to post this… ngl lmao

i haven’t seen a post on this yet but i haven’t dug deep into tags at all and am sorta new ish so! others have probs talked about this? i struggle finding stuff. searching is my weak point lol.

anyways — when i watched obx, the character that suffered the most was undoubtedly jj maybank (fight me). and i can write a novel analyzing it (like many of us can). esp since he is the character, i and others can relate to. but this won’t be about him.

there’s another character that suffered also… it was so overlooked and it’s complicated af. because jj is a good ish person overall and this character… is questionable because he does make serious mistakes. he harms the pogues. he commits crimes that i cannot excuse… but i think he deserves a chance at redemption?

rafe cameron.

something that is highly overlooked is rafe’s childhood neglect and drug addiction. pls hear me out a lil? 🙂‍↕️

i hated him so damn much seasons one thru three. so this is coming from someone who thought would never change the stance on that. rafe and ward drove me up the wall! ask my dad cos i was yelling at the tv stressed af when those two were doing shit. but season four had me start to slowly see something else. that he had some humanity still? the hug between him & sarah actually hit me…

i’m an open minded person. i’m open to rethinking things and i have. it’s not just cos i like drew starkey now. i am becoming a fan of him as well. & yeah, he’s another obx hottie. i get it but i have really thought hard about this.

back to the point, rafe actually needed help.

why is this never thought of?

a child is showing signs… and not a single person did anything. granted, what can i expect from the parents of obx? ward had a favorite which was sarah. obviously (also wheezie? hello? another one to be neglected by everyone?). which starts rafe’s desperate need for validation and approval especially from his father.

that is a very difficult thing to work around. desperation causes for a lot of shit to happen and it does take a toll on you. combined with a child who already had a problem early on… then gets into drugs later in life.

rafe could have been helped early but no shit was given. just ignored the kid’s needs. kids need guidance. what the hell can a ten year old child understand about that? sometimes, i think… what would have happened to rafe if he wasn’t neglected? for some reason, i feel like he would be a good person… i feel like he just never got the chance??

lemme get to drug addiction- & unless you know what a drug addiction is like, don’t talk. don’t judge. don’t even try me because sadly, i can relate to rafe here a little… 🫠 something i didn’t think would happen but fuck, i can. i’ve been through it.

i think drugs amplified whatever mental health issue he might have had since childhood. i feel like it does play a big role in why he did bad things. drugs are no fucking joke… the effects are damaging. it mentally and physically wrecks your body, the more you do. in some cases, many won’t even realize they have an addiction. the tolerance you develop and the way it hooks you is strong. society judges this… i find it sad. we should help people. some people get to a point where they think there is no way out and drugs will help! btw, my experience… my doctor caused it, i didn’t originally seek it. (yeah, got a fucked up past story there when i really got fucked over by people but i won that battle).

next, it is very hard to train your brain… it gets harder the older you get. so child rafe having possible neglected mental health issues going into adulthood? yikes! it’s really not as easy to fix as you might think! i learned from past (forced) therapy, REWIRING YOUR BRAIN is extremely difficult, especially for people like this!!

i feel like… he had cries for help and nobody listened. so, he went down a dark path unfortunately. it was wrong af. i do know that.

when ward left… he started changing, slowly. i noticed that. his father’s influence held a strong hold on him. our parents and how they raise us do shape us in ways.

this is one recent edit that killed me. cos i understand.

i know he’s old enough to know right from wrong, etc. but when your brain is… in a place like this? i just… as fucked as it is, it’s hard. he should have gotten help is all i’m saying overall! and he committed literal crimes, he should get reprimanded, of course i think that! but can he reform? should he be given a chance? honestly, i say yes. if he really means it and put work into… he’s got a lot to make up for and i know what he did (murder) shouldn’t really be forgiven but… idk 😭 would it have happened if he wasn’t neglected, used drugs, etc? that question lingers too much on my mind which makes me think all this…

am i rafe apologist, am i crazy?

[blueskittlesart]

BYE I JUST REMEMBERED I DID ROLESWAP COMICS

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

And remember kids, the next time someone tells you, "George R. R. Martin wouldn't make Jon Snow the typical fantasy hero because that's cliche".....

Oh yes he would!

One viewer wants to know what character would you play (on the show)? GRRM: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person, it would be cool to play Jon Snow who's much more of the classic hero. Everybody wants to be the classic hero! ABC Interview, 2014

GRRM: And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Meduza Interview, 2017

In fact he already has ☺️

[queerdeans]

funnn thank you for the tag!!

Favorite character(s): dean by a fairly wide margin, and then cas, charlie, bobby, crowley, rowena, jack... plus like a whole lot of others, but those are kinda my main gang

Favorite moment/episode/season(s): SEASON 3!!!!! it has everything (except cas). the dean studies potential is just incredible, I love how it's sandwiched between the deal and going to hell, and I just love the way the inevitability of going to hell hangs over everything. the fact that they try again and again to avoid it and it happens anyway, that's chef's kiss for me

Least favorite moment/episode/season(s): i straight up will not watch the one where dean turns into like a dog or whatever, i honestly don't even know what that episode is about, i cannot abide by it.

Favorite storyline(s): seasons 3-5 are really peak tv to me. and then coming in second is the mark of cain storyline, though I have some gripes with how it was like, mark of cain -> demon -> mark of cain again? and demon dean should have lasted 1 million episodes and he should have massacred people like godstiel

Favorite quote(s): "freedom is a length of rope. god wants you to hang yourself with it." that's just amazing writing

Favorite monster/enemy/big bad(s): death 1.0 and lucifer are my two fave villains. i love crowley as well but he really goes from enemy to frenemy to whatever the fuck they've got going on in the later seasons.

Favorite ship(s): destiel obviously

When did you start watching? What got you into spn? i watched a few episodes way back in high school but didn't start watching until fall of 2015. sped through pretty quickly and was caught up by spring 2016. watched in real time for a very brief period, but didn't love the fandom at that point and struggled with the weekly episodes continually just being a disappointment lol. plus the actors' and creators' rhetoric at the time toward destiel was just... discouraging. started a rewatch in summer 2024 and finished in record time and decided to jump back into the fandom world, and really enjoying it!!

How many times have you seen spn? i've watched it all the way through twice, but have rewatched a handful of episodes a bunch of times

What do you like most about the fandom? i feel like at this point people are mostly pretty chill, there's not a lot of drama (at least that i've seen), and the events are all so fun and keep the creativity going!

(not tagging anyone bc it stresses me out)

Supernatural themed ask/tag game

Thought I would do one of these since I have only recently joined in and want to know more about my mutuals

Favorite character(s): Cas, Dean, Charlie, Jack, Bobby (not really any particular order, also could name a ton more)

Favorite moment/episode/season(s): Castiel's entrance, ending of season 8 (angels falling), "Baby"

Least favorite moment/episode/season(s): 02x02 "Everbody Loves a Clown", I do not love a clown, especially if it stands outside my window in the dark. 15x14 "Last Holiday" why is there no Cas? 14x13 "Lebanon": John

Favorite storyline(s): Mark of Cain, season 4/5 apocaplypse

Favorite quote(s): "I'm the one that gripped you tight and raised you from perdition"; "My people skills are rusty"; "Family don't end in blood"

Favorite monster/enemy/big bad(s): Angels, Death

Favorite ship(s): Destiel

When did you start watching? What got you into spn? I started watching around 2019/2020, when lockdowns were happening and I didn't have the excuse that it would take too long to watch anymore. I had seen it before on tumblr and was really intruged.

How many times have you seen spn? I'm only on my second true rewatch (have seen some episodes multiple times though)

What do you like most about the fandom? How welcoming everyone has been. (I know there's also a different side and I'm very glad I'm not on it.)

Feel free to answer with as many answers as you want. And add explanations if you want to.

Non pressure tags: @fatallyaddictedtofiction @dralruni @bluehandprint @heyassbuttlmao @queerdeans @markofcastiel @morallygreyintrovert @treezenith @strawlessandbraless @blanketforcas and anyone else that sees this

[houseshousewife]

Watching House, you just have to accept that sometimes the writers will make him act gross and slightly out of character.

1; because of the times, and 2; likely because the writers have their own weird fetish about it 🙄🙄

[infinitelyweary]

Has anyone endlessly dissected Armand's subtle Marius shade yet

[elizakai]

gahdamn being in a fandom for close to ten years makes a bitch forget vital canon information

[themarysuep]

Nooo the last thing the MCU wanted to do was make Bruno her primary love interest. I’m not sure if you’ve seen it, but there’s a deleted scene where Bruno admits his feelings and Kamala shoots him down.

This was admittedly a really cruel scene, and I see why Marvel decided to delete it. But it really showed that the MCU writers had no respect for Bruno. It’s the fandom that tries to make everything about him. If you compare it to when he admits his feelings in the comics, this was a definite no from Kamala, instead of her beating around the bush. There’s also Nakia clearly shipping Kamala / Kamran and getting angry when Bruno tries to embarrass Kamala in front of Kamran. There’s even a hilarious scene where “bad, bad, bad, bad boy (come on)i wouldn't change you if i could” plays when Kamala looks at Kamran walking off. Clearly, trying to say fuck those comics lol. Bruno’s screentime in the MCU struck me more as being respectful to GWW’s writing as the source material, since she gives him all the attention when she writes. He was written as an accessory to Kamala in the MCU tbh. The show and all the promo was about Kamran.

If it were me, I would trust Nakia more than Bruno. She’s mature, opinionated, strong and understands Kamala’s religious values. She would be the person I would trust to help me because she’s just a strong force, you know? She would make me feel safe. Kamala admits in the MCU that she was scared to tell Nakia because she knows Nakia hates superhero types or whatever. But Nakia reinforces that she could never hate Kamala (and Kamran). She would do anything to help them. Nakia cares about who is behind the powers, who is behind the mask. A privileged person, or people who are targeted. It was a very ambitious exploration of telling a story about Muslims and real minorities. Qarin was a good arc. Would be cool to get a recurring character like that. I mean Josh was a pretty shit person from the first issue of Ms Marvel.

Yeah, Iman won’t entertain the current ships when she takes over unless it’s mandated. Sophie did appear in Spiderman right? They could actually do a little Miles/Kamala/Sophie thing to wrap everything up. Sophie and Kamala having lunch in NY like they’re seen doing before. They’re having a really good day and laughing. Sophie saying she was actually thinking about Kamala and how amazing she is, and she just really wants to share something with her. And it’s very clear that she wants to tell her she has feelings for her. Then Miles comes in frantically saying he wants to speak to Kamala. I’m guessing at this point, he’s dying on the inside because he’s kept it in so long. Kamala sees how stressed he looks so she asks Sophie to give them a minute and she walks away to speak to Miles. Sophie obviously gets annoyed and tells Miles to talk to Kamala later, about to cause a scene. Kamala, in character, tells Sophie not to be mean. Sophie eavesdrops while Miles admits his feelings, which kind of breaks Sophie’s heart because she was also trying to find the courage. She walks away and leaves, not wanting to hear anymore. Kamala will likely give Miles her same old speech about being too busy for relationships, or that she genuinely hasn’t thought about him in that way or that she’s been through so much lately and she can’t handle a relationship. Miles smiles and says it okay, but the last time he tried to tell her, she cut him off, so he really wanted to get it off his chest. And jokingly tells her, it’s just in case she dies again. We cut to Sophie not taking Kamala’s calls. Sophie is in her apartment, alone, and we see her holding something that belongs to Kamala (I think it’s canon Kamala stays at her apartment sometimes because she doesn’t have her dorm anymore?) and just shaking her head realizing that she’s changed her mind. She cuts Kamala’s call and texts her that she had to run off because she forgot she had a class. Kamala none the wiser, because who would think two people would admit their feelings on the same day lol, sends her a heart in acknowledgement….not realizing that it was actually a knife to Sophie’s actual heart.

I don’t think Iman vibes with Bruno tbh so I think the romance is kind of over while she writes. She will write him as a loyal friend, and it might be that Marvel tells her who to make the lead (Bruno) when she writes to entice more readers. I like Kareem the best for now. No one really competes with Kamran for me anymore though. I have MCU brainrot. Yeah, I’m not saying these writers are terrible but they’re not perfect either. I see a lot of the fandom believe that early comics were “perfect representation” and the MCU is messing things up. That’s far from the truth. I rambled A LOT, sorry.

So, Medusa might be the best heroic mentor Kamala's had? Like, she's kinda the only one that didn't disappoint her or tried to force anything on her, or was too stubborn to listen to her. Medusa's entire approach to inhumans outside of their city is to treat them like her subjects but doesn't expect them to treat her like their queen.

She opens Attilan's borders, allowing non-inhumans to live and work there if they want. She offers Kamala assistance when she needs it but never tries to push her towards her "side", and if anything during IvX listens to her and her friends.

When her powers started to literally melt her body it wasn't the X-Men who showed up to help, (actually it was kind of their fault that it happened in the first place) it was Medusa. And even though the chances of saving her aren't certain, she has such faith in Kamala's strength that she doesn't doubt that she'll pull through.

And I don't know, that's just kind of neat?

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Can we talk about how fcked up Charles can be sometimes? Can we talk about how Charles can sometimes be actually scary as a person? Like he can legit be nefarious sometimes, but those moments are not as talked about as Erik's warcrimes (aside from the holocaust visions from TAS)

girlfriend i promise we're all very aware about how wack charles xavier can be and i assure you his nefarious moments are talked plenty from what i run into. like outside of this inbox most times you breathe charles' name to someone they'll be prepared to start swinging