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[frosthexe]

Go Down With This Ship - PorcupineGirl - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

Since he has to stay deep in the closet to protect his job as a children’s librarian in conservative Wichita, Kansas, Dean’s main outlet for sexual frustration is writing and reading slash fiction for his favorite show, Devil Boys. When he starts corresponding with AngelofThursday, another male slash writer in his ship, he really is just looking for friendship… but when it seems like more might be on the table, he’s not going to turn it down. If only he didn’t also have a crush on Cas, the hot volunteer at his library branch…

[noxsoulmate]

This just made it back on my dash and I thought I'd share it again 🥰☃️

Gosh, it's been 6.5 years since I wrote it and I still get sweet comments on this fic every Christmas 🥰 a big thanks to all my lovely readers 😘

Angel Cookies

Here’s my entry for the @destielharlequinchallenge <3

Word count: ~ 75K

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Summary:

“On Christmas Eve, if you eat Angel Cookies right before bed and then dream of your one true love, he will be your destiny.” The Shurley clan sure believe their old family legend, but not Castiel James – not since he was a pudgy teenager, running down the church aisle on Christmas Day, trying to stop his very handsome and very straight teacher Dean Winchester from marrying someone else. He may be grown-up, well-toned, bestselling Young Adult’s book author “C. S. James” now, but Castiel will never forget that day. And he’ll never fall foolishly in love again, especially not for Dean Winchester. But when the wish for a big family Christmas from his sick father brings him back home, Castiel has to confront his past. And not only that: a letter from a little fan from his home town is weighing heavy on his conscience. Reaching out to a troubled kid might endanger his secret identity. Adding to the problem is the shock of discovering that Dean is the little girl’s father – unattached and hotter than ever. Dean’s smile still makes Castiel melt, but Castiel knows that ship has sailed. The fact that Dean seems to be on board this time, however, doesn’t make it any easier for him.

[annmariethrush]

CAS IS GONE AND DEAN SUDDENLY WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF??? A THING WHICH THEY EXPLICITLY STATE IN THE EPISODE??? THAT DEAN WANTS TO DIE?? AND THEN HE FINDS OUT CAS IS BACK AND ITS LIKE THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD IS MADE OF SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS?? THEY ALMOST ROMEO AND JULIETED THESE BITCHES!!! CAS WAS ALREADY ALIVE AGAIN. DEAN FINDS OUT WITHIN AN HOUR OF GETTING REVIVED AGAINST HIS WILL????

THEY ALMOST ROMEO AND JULIETED DEAN AND CAS ARE YOU FUCKING ME???

[drulalovescas]

Supernatural was so so so so so funny in how they were like: "Dean is such a ladies man, only boobs boobs boobs" and then they would give him a love interest in season 6 and never again.

BUT they'd have him make Cas a mixtape.

And grieve Cas like a heartbroken widower.

And then have him be happy for the first time all season once Cas returns to him (even though his mother'd still be missing).

And they'd have Dean stop with the hook-ups completely. And instead they'd have Dean make Cas watch movies together.

And have date nights.

And they'd have Dean on his knees confessing.

And the last person who'd confess his love to Dean would be a gay angel.

But Supernatural was so so so so so funny they'd be like: this means nothing.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi, I'm Cas, and I care way too much about kudos sometimes.

Hi guys! I just want to be a bit transparent with you all!

This summer, I've done a lot of writing. Like a LOT of writing. I set a goal to do at least 4 microfics a day, and update my longfic twice a week, plus answer asks, run a fest, and be active on multiple discords (and work a part-time job, while preparing for my new position in the Fall).

I did all of this because I love it, and because I love all of you. But I'd be lying if I said I don't also love the love I get for my writing. It's built my confidence, and taught me that I am decently talented, which is something I shy away from saying in any regard.

However, I think that @starchasersunseeker @beautyoftheships and @slightly-unhinged-femme have seen that sometimes, this passion for my hobby has turned into stress. I've started basing my self-worth on the kudos I get, and worrying that if I don't create that amount of content daily, you all will 'forget about me' or 'stop caring.' Which is silly because 1. this is the internet, and neither of us in under any obligation to interact and 2. this is supposed to be fun for me.

Because of this, and the fact that I am going back full-time tomorrow (I did my training last week), I am going to be focusing on creating the things that bring me joy. I am not going anywhere, and this blog will still be active. I will still be giving advice, and I will still be doing daily microfics, but I'm not going to force myself to create when I just am not feeling it anymore. I'm not going to set lofty goals or do things that hurt me mentally. I'm just going to focus on doing things that make me happy! I hope you all understand where I am coming from, and I hope you all still interact, but I need to take steps to be healthier for myself, and remind myself that kudos and reblogs cannot be my only source of self-worth.

I'm sending you all so much love!

[lexleif]

uni everyday fitz

[lovealwayssay]

It would have been so beautifully poetic if Dean had rescued Cas from the empty paralleling Cas rescuing Dean from hell.

[morallygreyintrovert]

Writing my first ever smut scene and deciding to let go and write naturally what comes to mind…

…oh no, my kinks are… traumatised

[t00muchheart]

Something about the fact that both Dean and Cas think they’ve fucked up too many times to be redeemed, that they aren’t worth saving, and yet they forgive each other.

Something about the fact that both of them, faced with an outside force compelling them to kill the other, pushed past that to save each other’s lives.

Something about Cas dying to save Dean time after time because he can’t stand the thought of seeing Dean dead, not knowing what it does to Dean to see Cas dead, and to feel like the blood is on his hands; about Cas trying to restructure the universe for Dean and Dean just wanting him to stay.

Something about Dean teaching Cas to be more human and then, when he is human, failing to help him and having to live with the regret of that.

Just…something about Cas and Dean and the way that they’re simultaneously doomed and inevitable, always circling around something but never able to land

[thenameisgul]

fanfic writers who don’t suddenly forget that claire is also a part of Cas’ family even if spn writers did, are doing god’s work ngl

[hi-avathisside]

As long as you're with me, I'm going to be alright

As long as you're with me, I'm going to be alright. I'm going to be alright, no matter how mean and cruel this world is to me. No matter how many people I lose, how much love this world takes away from me, But, as long as you're with me, I'm going to be alright.

No matter how many times the world is harsh and gives me new wounds everyday, as long as I can come back to you at the end of the day, as long as I get to be in your arms, I would take a thousand more cuts on my skin just to feel your embrace once more.

No matter how much my mother hits me, no matter how much my father yells at me, I know that you're here and I'm going to be alright. You're going to be alright and We're going to be alright. We have to be alright.

No matter what happens, as long as we stick together, and talk late at nights , as I tell you about my day, make myself vulnerable as you do the same, Tell you about my wounds, my cuts and how deeply rooted are they in me, You must tell me about yours, too. Tell me about the time your mother yelled at you when you were six, and you had to cry yourself to sleep alone. I will tell you about why I flinch whenever someone closes a door too harshly. But as long as I have you by my side, I know I will be alright, because I will have a hand to hold whenever I flinch. Tell me about the time when you played with your siblings, giggling in the park, and I will tell you about how me and my siblings stay up at night usually, in the dead silence of our house and just take few breathes freely. Tell me about how you love your hobbies and why a teacher in your 2nd grade inspired you to have this hobby and I'll tell you about why I love making art.

Tell me all the details, the special ones, the normal ones, all of the intricate details that have sewn your soul together. I will tell you about mine, my cracks and crevices in my soul and I will tell you about the overgrown plants which envelope my soul and why there's a little part of it which is rotting away in darkness. I will tell you about all of that because I know you would embrace them, and love them as I love you. I know I'll be alright with you.

You tell me about that scar over your eyebrow and I will tell you about a tattoo I have on the back of my leg. Tell me about all your sins and cuts, all your insecurities and vulnerabilities, all the edges and see me love them because they're beautiful. They're beautiful because they're a part of you. They're you.

I'll be alright if I'm with you. I would protect you from all harm and you'd do the same. We would look out for each other. You would have my back, and I will have yours. We will survive through this together.

As long as I have you, I'll be alright.

As long as I have you, I would not forget how to smile. I would not forget how to laugh and giggle, and blush, and how to feel happy. As long as I am with you I will know what happiness means.

Remember the time we laughed and giggled while coming back from school ? It had been 3 days since I had last smiled, and It was with you, that I couldn't stop smiling. As long as I was with you, I didn't need to worry about my parents at the house, or how they yelled at me and how I cry myself to sleep every night. I didn't have to remember about the nights, or the days. Or about my sister in the hospital, or about how I will figure everything out. All I could feel was that moment and that was okay too. It was more than okay you know, it was like I had been filled with life inside out, even for a moment I felt happy and alive.

"And we laugh into the microphone and sing, With our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs."

As long as I have you, I know I will have someone who has my back. No matter how much I fuck up, or life fucks me up, you would stay by my side while I figure my mess out. And I would do the same. I would do the same. No matter how many times there are downfalls and low points in life, one person whom I would find besides me all the time is you. You.

Remember the time we both sang songs and giggled for god-knows-how-long but it was good. It was really great.

Remember the time when you said it'd be alright in the end and I believed it because the way your eyes had that warm, brown, comforting softness and that sea of beautiful emotions, and the way your eyes were slightly teary hearing what was troubling me and how there was the slightest of smile on your face when you said that, and oh- how you put your hand over mine and said "It'd be alright."

I know It'd be alright as long as I have you by my side.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine

Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

Nothing's gonna take you from my side."

from,

-A

WROTE THIS JUST NOW AND THEN EDITED AND POSTED THIS AND I AM IN LOVEEEE WITH WHAT I WROTE. PROUD AFFF

[horrorshow]

the best way to perceive spn is to be both a bitter sam girl AND a 'dean never did anything wrong' girl btw

[midnightbluebells03]

Ummm, I've been slacking so bad so have a snippet of a fic I'm working on to hopefully tied yall over xo

I know it doesn't seem like it but I promise this is gonna be a fluffy smutty story okay love yall 💖

Patrol.

A six letter word that made your jaw tighten and your grip white knuckle against your palm. Indents from your nails in your skin when you finally let your fists relax for a second.

It had been months. Scratch that years since you started dating Abby. Top scar killer, built like an ox, a human tank in the eyes of the WLF. An unstoppable solider.

But to you? That's your baby. A soft girl who let's her blonde her cascade down freckled shoulders as you massage her scalp. Someone who babbles about her coin collection for hours while her fingers trace each engraving. The girl who kisses your forehead in the morning and sneaks you back trinkets from her patrol.

Patrol.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the quiant space you and Abby shared you can't help your leg bouncing. Fingers fidgeting as you try to steady your breathing. Her group was supposed to be back hours ago. Nothing more than a standard search, an easy day in Abby's own words. Yet here you are, lip caught between unforgiving teeth as your mind runs a mile a minute.

What if she was hurt?

What if she was dead?

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

HELL YEAH IT WAS.

[my-castles-crumbling]

💗 Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love! 💗

(I love that tumblr just showed me this now....for those reading at home, mun sent me this in May, according to the timestamp)

Okay, self recs!

Sure - Rated M - jegulus - 4k - jegulus getting together! - this is like my pride and joy, I worked so hard on it, I want everyone to read it

The Deeply Threatening Physical Attributes of Werewolves - Rated T - slight wolfstar but motstly just marauders friendship - 1k - my first oneshot I ever wrote :D

That's Different, Then - Rated G - jegulus and wolfstar - 2k - Sirius thinks James likes Remus

Of Toy Stores and Gag Gifts - rated E - minors DNI - wolfstar - 7k - my favorite smut I've written

Long Story Short - rated M - dorlene, wolfstar, jegulus - 153k - my favorite finished longfic