#yeah yeah gratuitous food tags whatever

[aria-ashryver]

Starlight Smut Supercut - Go The Fuck To Sleep (CH13)

Book: Immortal Desires Pairing: m!Cas x nb!MC (Luca O'Rinn) Ratings/Warnings: 🔥Explicit🔥 - smut / adult content below the cut! Words: 2.9K

Summary: Cas discovers Luca is having trouble sleeping, and does something about it

A/N: This is an excerpt from a much larger fic, and part of a smut supercut series. You can find further excerpts in this masterlist

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

After that first night with Luca, it was hard for Cas to keep away. He kept telling himself it was out of some sense of duty to the covens that he was showing up to their house for the third night in a row, now — Luca would be better at keeping an eye on his mother if he slept well, and then Terri wouldn’t go blabbing on about “violent creature attacks” and get herself killed. Simple, right?

Cas stared at his murky reflection outside Luca’s bedroom window and knew it was anything but. He was not some well-behaved vamp who did what he was told. That was Adalhard’s shtick. Cas did whatever the fuck he liked.

He was here again because he wanted to be.

He and Luca had stayed up late again last night, talking. Luca had confessed to having a difficult time sleeping over the years, and now Cas wanted nothing more than to make sure the little punk got some decent rest. Luca welcomed him with open arms every time.

‘Cas!’

Luca’s face lit up as he stepped inside. It was addicting. Feeling wanted. Cas shoved his way through the door, kicked off his boots, and settled in beside them. Three nights in and it already felt familiar.

‘What’s on the menu tonight?’ Luca asked. ‘Netflix?’

Cas cocked an eyebrow. ‘What are my options? You offering to feed me, New Kid?’ He snapped his teeth and Luca laughed, aiming a kick at his shins.

‘Oh, shut up. You know what I meant. Idiot.’ Luca’s pulse had spiked, a luscious warmth rising to their cheeks.

Cas couldn’t say he’d never thought about it. Some days he’d catch a hint of Luca’s scent, the cinnamon-caramel-brandy-laced heat of their skin making him think of baked goods and decadent desserts. It was only natural for some instinctive part of him to perk up and wonder if Luca’s blood would taste as rich and sweet as they smelled.

He growled at that part of himself whenever he had those thoughts. Luca was a fucking snack, yeah, but he wasn’t food. Some things were off limits. What if they offered, though? that traitorous part of him whispered, and apparently his cock agreed that that was a very nice image indeed. What if Luca wanted you to feed from them while you pinned them down? Sank your cock inside them at the same time as your fangs?

Abruptly arranging the blankets over his lap in a way he hoped looked natural, Cas settled into their now-familiar routine. They watched the finale of the show Cas had been watching on Netflix, his arm draped across Luca’s shoulders… by which he meant, Cas watched the finale, and Luca, who had no idea who any of the characters were and asked about 4000 questions a minute, amused himself by chatting through the gratuitous explosions and fight scenes and fiddling with Cas’s rings.

Occasionally their hand would drift up to wind behind Cas’s neck, and they would rake their nails across his scalp in a slow, absent-minded caress. As if they just… wanted to touch him. Soothe him. The first time they had done it, Cas’s heart had damn near stopped in his chest. Even now, he insisted the wet, prickling sensation he felt behind his eyes as Luca carded their fingers through his hair was nothing more than tiredness.

It had been so long since anyone had touched him like that. Like they cared. He missed it so much his bones hurt.

Between episodes, the two of them would stop and talk, or Luca would show him something on YouTube. Sometimes, they would just enjoy the silence and each other’s company. It was in one of these moments of shared quiet that Cas heard it again; the abrupt spike as Luca’s heart suddenly began to race, the rolling thunder of blood. He rolled his eyes.

‘What did you just think about?’ he demanded.

Luca’s face was carefully blank. ‘Nothing? I have no idea what you are talking about, I have never had a single thought in my life.’

‘You know,’ Cas gestured at the bed, shoving the laptop aside, ‘this isn’t going to work if you are still so scared of me.’

‘Huh? What do you mean?’

‘I know you said you sleep better when you’re not alone, but don’t you think you’d have an easier time relaxing if you’re not constantly thinking about how easily I can rip your throat out? I know that whole shit show with Adalhard sucked for you, but you’re not in danger around me, alright?’

Luca scoffed. ‘You try getting my brain to shut up. It’s a goddamn circus in there. Run by evil bees who hate me.’ He shifted in Cas’s embrace, turning to look up at him and running gentle fingers along the slope of his jaw. Cas’s heart swelled again. ‘Moot point, anyway. I’m not scared of you.’

‘Pssh, sure you are! I can hear it when your heart rate picks up, you know.’ Cas traced a line from Luca’s neck to his heart and back up again. ‘It’s happening right now. Admit it — you’ve had a target on your back lately, and now here you are, all alone in bed with a bloodthirsty vampire, and it terrifies you.’

Luca sucked in a breath. Cas heard it again; the squeeze and kick of their heartbeat, the velvety rush of blood that followed. For a split second, his fangs pricked against the inside of his lip, before he wrenched himself under control again. Good thing Cas wasn’t a chump. A good Venandi prided themselves on their absolute control of their instincts. It made unleashing that inner wildness during the hunt that much more satisfying.

Cas would never put Luca in danger the way Adalhard had last weekend. Not a fucking chance.

‘Um, Cas,’ Luca said, twisting in his arms to face him more directly. ‘I need you to understand… My heart is very much not racing because I’m in bed with a bloodthirsty vampire. It is racing… because I am. In. Bed. With a bloodthirsty vampire.’

Cas stared at him with eyes turned suddenly silver. Were they saying…?

Luca laughed weakly as Cas’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over their face with a sharp intensity. ‘Yeah, uh… terrified is not quite the word I’d use.’

A slow heat unfurled in Cas’s stomach, like a cat stretching awake from sleep. He grinned. A different kind of hunt, then. Oh, he could work with that.

Cas’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. ‘What word would you use?’

Shifting, he pushed Luca back against the pillows so he could hover above them. He saw, with no small amount of satisfaction, that their pupils were blown wide. Cas all but purred, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

‘Not… terrified…?’ Luca said.

‘Mmm,’ Cas said, bending to suck a kiss into the slender column of Luca’s throat. They swore on a startled huff of breath, their fingers clenching on the fabric of his t-shirt. ‘What word? Tell me.’

‘Cas.’ Luca slid their palms up Cas’s sides to tangle in his hair, tugging him closer as he laved his tongue over their skin. ‘Oh god…’

‘If you’re not scared… and you’re not tired…’ Cas teased, dragging his lips up Luca’s neck to nip at their lower lip, ‘then how exactly are you feeling? I’m not gonna know unless you say it, you know.’

Luca gave a snarl that quickly turned into a choked moan as Cas pressed closer, rubbing his thigh between their legs. ‘Christ… frustrated! I am feeling frustrated now, you absolute demon! Not to mention rock hard, and about ten seconds away from murder if you don’t kiss me soon, Cas, I swear to god—’

Laughter filled Cas’s chest as he captured Luca’s mouth in a kiss, grinding his hips against theirs in slow circles. His kiss was slow, teasing, as he coaxed a moan from Luca’s throat, his tongue wet and intent. Tracing a hand down their body, Cas stroked his fingers along the bulge where Luca’s cock strained against their sweatpants. Their hips bucked into his touch.

‘Yes, Cas, please…’

Cas sucked their lip into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop. ‘Please what?’

‘Touch me.’ Luca swallowed. ‘I want to feel your hands on me, Cas, please—’

As soon as the words were out of their mouth, Cas was moving, tugging at the waistband of Luca’s sweatpants to shove them down his thighs. Luca twisted beneath him; Cas pulled back just long enough to allow them to shrug out of their shirt before he crushed himself back against Luca’s chest again, their skin silky and flushed. Snaking a hand between their bodies, Cas wrapped his hand around Luca’s cock and stroked, firm and confident.

‘Fuck!’ Luca gasped, burying their head in the crook of Cas’s neck and biting down hard. Cas jolted, the sensation sending a lick of heat straight up his spine. Luca’s arms wound around him, shoving up Cas’s shirt to rake their nails lightly across his back. Cas groaned, and Luca repeated the motion, harder.

‘I could get very used to having you underneath me, you know,’ Cas murmured. Luca’s eyes darted from Cas’s lips to his neck to his eyes, as if they couldn’t take in enough of him at once and wanted more, infinitely more, as their body pressed into his touch, hot and needy. Cas glowed under the attention. Luca’s mouth found his and then they were kissing again, furiously. Wanting to take his time, Cas shifted his touch to featherlight strokes that left Luca squirming. He squeezed the base of their cock and they moaned directly into his mouth.

He bent to Luca’s neck again, their skin hot with a light sheen of perspiration, tasting of salt and faintly —curiously— of tart apples. Winding his fingers into their hair, Cas tugged sharply, further exposing the slope of their neck and making them cry out in pleasure. Confidence bloomed low in Cas’s stomach, Luca’s pleasure soothing something possessive in him, every sound they made beneath his touch one he knew he’d remember with smug satisfaction for a long, long time.

He rubbed his thumb beneath the head of Luca’s cock, tantalising strokes that kept them right on the edge, pleased when Luca fucked up into his hand, desperate, already leaking a bead of precome down Cas’s fingers. The music of their pulse drumming in his ears, Cas released them entirely to pull back from the bed, one foot on the floor as he leant over Luca’s trembling body. His eyes raked over every inch of exposed skin. Gorgeous, Cas thought, his head roaring. So beautiful and warm and mine.

Luca whined at the loss of contact and tried to move up onto his elbows, but Cas stopped him, wrapping a hand around his throat and shoving him back down onto the pillows, hard. Luca’s eyes widened, and a dazed smile flitted across their face.

‘Uh-uh. You stay right there,’ Cas said, pinning them firmly in place. Then, because he wanted to check in, he asked ‘Is this okay?’

He’d ask first before treating them any rougher than this, next time. Next time, Cas thought. Damn. The thought of doing this again, doing more with Luca, had Cas growing almost painfully hard. Fortunately, Luca was just as into Cas pinning him down he was.

‘Fuck yes,’ Luca breathed. ‘Don’t stop.’

Kneeling with one knee on the bed, one hand still wrapped around Luca’s throat as their blood pulsed hot and rich beneath their skin, Cas resumed stroking Luca’s cock — slow at first, then picking up to a steady rhythm that had their stomach clenching and unclenching in a hypnotic ripple of lean, dancer’s muscle.

Oh, but Cas could look at Luca like this for hours. A flush had spread across their chest, darkening their nipples to such a dusky pink that Cas couldn’t resist flicking his tongue over one, needing to feel it against his mouth. Luca’s moan turned to a keening cry. He scattered kisses and tiny, tender bites across his chest, across the slope of his neck, across every inch of skin laid out before him like a dream. Luca’s hands scrabbled at the hem of Cas’s t-shirt, but Cas tugged them gently away.

‘Not yet. Tonight is about you.’ Another languid kiss against Luca’s ribs, his tongue swirling against their inked skin. ‘Tell me what you want. More of this?’ Cas added a little twist as his hand stroked over the head of Luca’s cock, and was rewarded with a whimper. ‘Or do you want something else?’ He kissed a path lower, eyes flicking up to Luca in question.

Luca carded their fingers through his hair. ‘I —nngh, god— I want that, I do, but…’ Luca groaned, hips rocking into his touch. ‘Cas, if you suck me off right now I think I’ll die.’

Cas’s laughter was a burning thing, smug pride and lazy possessiveness stoking the flames in his chest. Luca was his to bring to pleasure, his to touch, to taste. The sound of his name on their lips as he moaned and begged was everything Cas never knew he needed.

Luca was his. Cas was never giving him up.

‘We can wait,’ Cas said. ‘I’ll make you come with my mouth some time soon. And until I do, I’ll think about it every fucking time I look at you.’

He focussed his efforts with his hand as Luca cried out beneath him, and Cas knew he was driving them right up to the edge. Shifting his strokes in a way that had their spine arching against the bed, Cas bit down on Luca’s lip, drawing it into his mouth for another hotly wet kiss.

‘Holy shit, holy shit yes, just like that,’ Luca panted, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against Cas’s.

‘Mmmm.’ Cas stilled his movements for a lingering heartbeat, and Luca’s mouth popped open in surprise. Their hands flew up to cling to Cas’s wrist where he still held them pinned. Cas squeezed the hand around Luca’s neck, feeling their pulse hammering beneath his fingertips, breaking the suspense to work his hand over Luca’s length once more.

Once, twice; with a few final strokes, Luca cried out, orgasm slamming into them as their body bowed in pleasure. Come spilled down Cas’s fingers, painting wet streaks across Luca’s abdomen, and their fingers squeezed tight around his wrist as if Cas’s hold on their neck was the only thing keeping them from shattering apart entirely. Luca lay there gasping, tension humming in their muscles, their face still clenched in the exquisite throes of his release, before they sagged heavily into the mattress with a breathy moan, throwing an arm over their face.

Cas grinned as Luca mumbled something that sounded vaguely like his name, and “oh my god”, and a jumbled string of curse words. Uncurling Luca’s clenched fingers, Cas dropped a kiss onto their palm. His gaze was heavy-lidded and content as he watched Luca come down from that heady place of pleasure. He nuzzled another kiss against their neck, breathing in the cinnamon scent of their skin.

‘Seems a shame to clean you up when you look so pretty like this,’ Cas drawled, tracing a finger down the line of Luca’s hipbone through the wet streaks on their skin, ‘but the whole point was to get you to sleep well, and I don’t really think you’ll be able to do that if you’re covered in come.’

Luca raised a heavy hand, pointing vaguely toward the pillows where he’d tossed his shirt. Cas chuckled. Grabbing the shirt, he stroked the fabric over Luca’s skin, cleaning him up as best he could as a few final shudders coursed through his body, before crossing the room to toss the shirt in the laundry hamper. Luca managed to tug his sweatpants back on, but still he reached for Cas when he rejoined him in bed, fingertips dancing along the waistband of his jeans.

Cas stilled their wandering hands once more. ‘Nuh-uh. I already said — tonight’s about you.’

Luca whined in complaint, but the effect was undercut entirely as they yawned and snuggled deeper into the pillows.

‘I know, I know.’ Cas chuckled. ‘But right now, you gotta sleep.’ He wrapped the blankets around Luca’s shoulder.

‘Caaaas…’

‘Go’ —Cas pressed a kiss to the hollow of Luca’s collarbone— ‘the fuck’ —another kiss on the corner of their mouth— ‘to sleep.’ The last kiss he dropped to the top of Luca’s head right as their eyes fluttered closed.

Cas waited as the seconds became minutes, and Luca’s breathing grew slower. Steadier. Their face was peaceful, their lips slightly parted, and Cas felt a sudden pinch in his chest, right below his sternum. Fuck, they were precious. Luca made him feel things he didn’t know how to handle, didn’t know how to name, just that they were big and loud and he wanted to yell about them sometimes. He didn’t have the words to describe the gift that was Luca’s trust. The fact that he could lower his guard like this around someone as dangerous as Cas? Treat him like a person worthy of care, and fall asleep so readily in his embrace? It was amazing. And nothing Cas thought he’d ever have.

‘G’night, babe.’

Brushing the hair from Luca’s forehead, Cas kissed them again, tugging the blankets a little higher across their chest. Then he slipped from the bed as gently as he could manage, padding away on silent feet to shut the bedroom door behind him. A smile stole across his face, an ocean tide sparkling on a moonlit shore, and for the first time in a very, very long time, Cas felt like he was going to be okay.

[zipegs]

five things you might find in my fics

thank you so much to @wastrelwoods for the tag!! this was a lot of fun to think about 🥰 i went a bit overboard with these but anyway!!!

1. gratuitous depictions of food. there’s just something so intimate and visceral about sharing food and cooking together! even before i started writing for hannibal, i frequently found ways to slip in meal scenes, food metaphors, or descriptions of food. actually, i think only maybe five out of my 22 fics don’t feature food or drink in some way, and now that i’m writing for the hannibal fandom, the food presence in my writing has increased drastically in scope, importance, and meaning lmao.

2. heavy internalization. internalization? internal thoughts? whatever the right way to phrase it is! i tend to spend a LOT of time digging into a character’s head, detailing the mental connections and observations they make, etc. this probably comes from the fact that i started out writing as an rp’er and some of my formative years were spent around people who very much valued lengthy, detailed replies; it’s just become second-nature to me now. i don’t think i’ve written one dialogue-heavy piece in my life LMAO although that’s something i really want to try in the future in an attempt to stretch those muscles a bit!

3. hurt characters. i’m a hurt/comfort FIEND and if i cannot portray a character suffering mentally and/or physically, i will simply perish. i think pretty much all of my fics have a hurt/comfort or Inner Turmoil element to them, no matter the genre. for me, there’s no catharsis like what i find in hurt/comfort (which i KNOW says a lot about my mental state and desires lmfaooo but we’re not going to delve into that right now. that’s for me and christine to broach during my next therapy session)

4. religious or mythological allusions. allusions, imagery, metaphors. i can’t help but incorporate my background in classics and/or my experience with christianity and catholicism. whether it’s a throwaway line here or there or a whole piece centered around religious, classical, or mythological imagery, i seem to need to incorporate it in at least some manner.

5. loneliness/otherness. yeah!!!! again i think this comes from the need i fulfill through writing fic but!! a lot of my stuff centers around characters who are or feel Other, apart from society, and/or have to grapple with that and their subsequent isolation and loneliness. whether angsty and yearning or cold and accepting, there’s almost always some kind of otherness or isolation surrounding the subjects of my fic. so, basically, queer and trans themes lmao.

and i’m gonna tag @lectercunt @willgrahambf @petrowriting @averagehorror @chaotic-plotter @shachaai. i know a few of you were already tagged by meg but just putting forth my formal Seconding of that notion lmao

[damn-stark]

Crossed Stars Ch.9

Star Wars x Marvel

A/N- y’all we are almost done with this series! I can’t believe that! I love how this chapter turned out! I hope though guys like it too. So do let me know what you guys thought!!

Warning- ANGST, swearing, LONG chapter

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Takes place- DURING ENDGAME

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“Thanos found the soul stone on Vormir.”

At the sound of the planets familiar name you quickly look up to the screen and then turn to meet Poe’s gaze, who’s was already on you, both sharing a knowing look at the planets familiarity.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asks as she keeps writing on her paper.

You shift in your seat to sit up straighter, putting your drink on the table before you begin to answer her, “it’s a planet at the very center of celestial existence. It’s said, or at least where Poe and I are from, that the people that die in the cold vacuum of space their souls end up getting lost in Vormir. I’ve always thought it was just a legend.”

All eyes fall on you, an uncomfortable silence covering the room until Nebula broke it—not that her comment made everyone feel better. “It’s a dominion of death. It’s where Thanos...murdered my sister.”

The room was now covered in an awkward and deafening silence. Steve’s deep sigh breaking it but not making anything better.

Just like Scott’s comment. “Not it.”

—

After a lot of briefing, small arguments, takeout food and a sleepless night planning, or mapping was all finished. The opportunity to see the people you all lost was closer than ever—only if everything went according to plan. Which you hoped it would. It had to work.

“All right. We have a plan. Six stones, three teams, one shot.” Steve announced as you all looked at the screens that contained said plans, filling everyone with determination, hope and fear. Some more than others.

Once the group dispersed to finish what they needed to do before traveling through literal time, you sat on a chair around the table and rested your head in your hands to let out a shaky sigh. Tears stinging your eyes, but not wanting them to roll down your cheeks. Not like you really had the chance to when you heard someone sit next to you.

“Everything okay?”

You lift your head to meet Poe’s worried gaze, taking in a deep breath before you assured him, “I’m fine...it’s just all this you know? It’s just hard.”

Maybe you should’ve known better then to lie to Poe, he could see right through you. Even if he didn’t follow up on your lies. He wanted to but he knew now wasn’t the right moment. Instead he responded to your previous comment and left what he wanted to ask for later. If their was a later.

“I understand, but just now everything is going to be fine. It’s going to work out.”

You smile at his reassurance, letting him take your hand in his to give it a comforting squeeze. The both of you holding each other’s gaze for a moment too long before you had to look away and pull your hand away, deciding to somewhat change the subject. Letting the anger from his previous decisions return.

“Are you sure going to Vormir is the right choice? You’re not lying and just flying home are you?”

Poe narrowed his gaze on you, deciding to be the bigger person and not continue with an argument you only wanted of have. “Natasha asked me to fly the ship since neither her or Clint flown in space.” His serious demeanor then turns cocky at the choice of his next words, “plus it gives me an advantage when we get to tell stories to our friends. Now I’ll be the one with the better stories.”

You quirk your eyebrow, the anger you wanted to feel vanishing regardless of what you wanted, a scoff escaping your lips at his comment but choosing not to follow along since you knew you would get nowhere, and instead choosing to say something else.

“Why don’t you travel to New York with Steve and me?”

Poe’s smile falters at the sound of a certain name, something that reminded him of why he needed to leave, even if you asked him not to, and as much as it hurt him. Regardless of how he now felt though he kept his smug smile plastered on his face. “Worried?”

You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face, really hating the fact that you couldn’t stay mad at him—“even if I’m still somewhat mad at you...you’re my best friend Poe, I—yeah I’m worried.”

His smile turns more genuine, hating some words that you said but taking it and feeling his heart skip a beat. And before he could say anything, you had to ease the thick tension that now surrounded the both of you.

“Plus you aren’t as agile as before since you know...you are getting older.”

“Ha! You really believe that?” He remarks with a visible smirk.

“Yes.” You pause, once again holding each other’s gaze that made the thick tension increase tenfold, a feeling you had to break by clearing your throat and looking down at your hands that rested on the table; “but we are traveling through time, so obviously I’m worried.”

“I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” The pilot reassured you, the moment after that falling into a comfortable silence, something that made you stand up with the intention to leave, but before either of you could the both of you stood close to one another, the habit of holding each other’s gaze not seeming to break even if you wanted to. Had to. And just before Poe could choose to close said space you pulled him in for a hug and rested your head on his shoulder.

At first Poe was taken back by the interaction, shocked and clueless on what to do, his senses later returning to him making him return the hug. Tightening his hold around you to pull you in closer, having every intention to never let go and just hold you there in his arms. Taking in every single detail, like the way your perfume smelled so sweetly against his nose, the way you leaned your head on his shoulder and held onto him like your life depended on it, memorizing the way you felt in his hold and how you made his heart swell.

It was a moment and feelings he needed to remember because he knew that he would never get to live them ever again.

Anyhow the tears on your cheeks fell onto the material of his shirt, seconds later releasing a shaky breath before you talked to him in a soft whisper, “Come back in one piece Dameron, we have a family to reunite with.”

Poe smiles, holding back his own tears before he responded, “you got it sweetheart.”

—

Walking up to the platform was unsettling, even if the sight of all of you in uniform caused goosebumps all over your skin. It was just the not knowing if this was really going to work that made you nervous and unsure. To the point where you felt sick. The only thing that seemed to sort of ease you was Steve’s motivational speech.

“Five years ago we lost. All of us. We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. Today we have a chance to take it all back.” While listening to Steve’s speech you look to Natasha, flashing her a smile. A gesture she easily returned before pointing her head in Steve’s direction, rolling her eyes in a exaggerated manner in means to make fun of the man.

You shrugged, holding back a laugh and showed a playful smirk before the both you returned your attention to Steve. “You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones. Get them back.” The group of you brought your fists towards the center, in a way to motivate each other and show that this was a team effort. It was a gesture that made all of you smile; “One round trip each, no mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. That doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Lookout for each other. This is the fight of our lives and we’re gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

You look to Poe across from you, the both of you showing each other a assuring smile and sharing a knowing look that spoke thousands of words that you didn’t have to express verbally, a quiet and meaningful interaction overall—completely missing the way Steve caught on to said interaction.

“He’s pretty good at that.” Rocket shared, earning an agreeing comment from Scott.

“Right?”

“All right, you heard the man. Stroke those keys, Jolly Green.” Tony interjected in a loud voice.

Said...sentient? Responding back. “Trackers engaged.”

Rocket then turned to Poe, crossing his arms as he saw said man hold onto his now tiny ship on his palm. “You promise to bring that back in one piece, right?”

Poe shrugged off Rockets comment in such a...Poe way, something that made Clint chuckle beside him, “yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“As far as promises go that was pretty lame.”

Poe smirked as he looked down at Rocket, “I’m the best pilot, I’ve got this.”

You snicker at his comment, only earning a side glare from said man; watching Hulk join the circle in means to finally begin this waited mission. The sick feeling in your stomach returning—Natasha’s side comment only slightly making you feel better and letting a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

“See you in a minute.”

—

“All right, we all have our assignments. Two stones uptown, one stone down.”

The words Steve was saying barely registered in your head as you felt the vomit in your throat, the feeling you felt right as you fell into the multicolored swirling tunnel presenting itself in a disgusting way—of course you’ve flown before and the feeling didn’t feel that different but their was just something about traveling through time that didn’t sit right in your stomach.

The only reason that you didn’t throw up on the spot was because of the loud thud that happened a few feet in front of you, the sound of a loud roar and a crash frightening you to the point the throw you felt was swallowed back.

At the sight of who had done such nonsense your eyebrows knotted in confusion, your eyes lighting at the recognition of Bruce—younger and more angrier Bruce—Hulk?

“Maybe smash a few things along the way.” Steve added, causing Bruce to tear off his tank before responding.

“I think it’s gratuitous but whatever.”

After watching Bruce leave you all followed by sneaking through alleyways to get to the big tower that they said they once lived in, avoiding those weird monsters as best you could along the way.

“Does this feel like home?” Tony joked.

A joke you didn’t get right away; “What does?”

“Those aliens dogs.”

You blink to look at Tony with a glare, a loud scoff leaving your lips. “Do you think space is just filled with these things?”

“Yes.” Scott added in.

You roll your eyes and set a hand on your hip to educate these uneducated earth beings; “space is filled with millions of different species. A lot of them that are great people and or considered hero’s. Earth just fills your minds with these insane cliches about “aliens” that are untrue. Not all of us are green big headed creatures with no form of intelligence.”

Scott stayed quiet, his lips parted in disbelief to your words, while Steve smiled and Tony chuckled at the man’s shocked and speechless reaction. You could go on for hours about space, all things that earth gets wrong about where you’re from, all the beauty in it and those who live in it....all the things you missed about it and the ache you felt to go back home.

—

“Got it on?” Steve questions, his back turned to you while you changed into the shield uniform you had “borrowed”.

“Yep, you can turn now.” Why was their a need to turn around? It’s not like he hasn’t seen you unclothed before—then again it would’ve been awkward if he saw you undress...it just would have made things more awkward than they were. You’ve barely shared a word with Steve since you caught him admiring the picture. You really didn’t want to be distant but...well he’s had years to tell you about her and he didn’t. Knowing that just made things worse. Was there something to hide about her? Did he still...care?

Stars. Things are just confusing. What you wouldn’t give to just live through war again. As bad as that sounded at least then you didn’t have to deal with all the shit you dealt with now.

“Okay let’s head inside.” Steve instructed as he faced you, seconds later guiding you through the towers lobby.

“Stars this feels like being in a stormtrooper uniform—at least I can see in this thing.” You complained while adjusting your vest, earning a weird and puzzled look from Steve, a reaction that made you quickly follow up on, “right uhh, well this reminds me of these uniforms from these soldiers I used to be at war with. It’s a long story for a different day I’m afraid.”

“Can’t wait to hear it,” Steve responded, a soft smile on his lips that only lasted a couple seconds before Tony came in through the uncomfortable ear piece.

“Better hustle, Cap. Things look like they’re just about wrapped up here.”

Steve nodded and responded through the ear piece, “got it, y/n is waiting in position, I’m approaching the elevator now.” Before Steve could disappear in the elevator he turned to talk to you, “be careful down here, okay? Tony should meet you here shortly.”

You nodded your head in comprehension before sharing a small smile and a quick salute; “don’t worry I’ve got this. You be careful too and remember avoid running into yourself.”

Steve chuckled, responding with a quick nod before he walked into the elevator and left you out here to wait and wait. All the while you missed the weird interaction Tony had with Steve about his “ass”. It was weird but also something you wanted to laugh at, but couldn’t. Not if wanted to remain blended in and remain “professional”.

So unfortunately you remained quiet and stayed waiting until Tony joined you wearing the same uniform. The both of you standing by one another and acting as natural as possible.

“Coming down in 3,2,1.” Right on cue the elevator dinged and out came a younger Tony and younger...Thor? Along with a chained up unknown person in between them. “Thumbellina, do you copy? I’ve got eyes on the prize. It is go time.”

“Bombs away.”

“Y/N, get in position this is going to happen fast.”

You nod and turn your back to him, casually watching your intended target and ignoring Scott’s unnecessary comments. The nerves you felt before returning as the situation began to rise.

“All right, move it, Stuart Little.” Tony inhaled sharply as he turned away. “Things are getting dicey out here let’s go.”

“Promise me you won’t die?” Scott commed in.

“We’re just giving me a mild cardiac dysthymia.”

You glance at Tony with a worried look, “that doesn’t sound mild.” Your attention was soon stolen by the argument that was beginning to break out in front of you, whilst Tony became more urgent when he saw nothing happening to stop it.

“Do it Lang! Windows closing pull my pin.”

Shortly after Scott came in, “here it goes.” That making the crowd stop and for young Tony to gasp out before he collapsed to the floor—you let out shaky breath before standing up straighter and following with your eyes as the case with the stone in it slid and stopped in front of your feet.

Double checking no one was looking you immediately crouched down and swiped said case, a proud and nervous smile now present on your features.

“Good job, L/N.” Tony complimented as you both discreetly strode towards the stairs, his next comment directed to Scott, “meet me in the alley we’re gonna grab a quick slice.”—you placed your hand on the doorknob and just as you were going to twist it to open said door you were violently thrown back, crashing into Tony and hitting the floor with a harsh thud, the case in your head slipping and sliding somewhere you didn’t see.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?” Scott wondered.

“Oh, we blew it.”

You groan and struggle to lift your aching head, noticing the stone no longer in the case, “Stars.”

—

“Cap!” Said man turned to Tony’s call, “sorry buddy, we have a problem.” His eyes then landed on you to notice your head in your hands, a concerned look flashing in his eyes.

Scott scoffed and remarked Tony’s comment, “yeah we do.” Making said man’s head whip Scott’s direction.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault.” You strained, “I lost the stone.”

—

“What are we gonna do?” Steve stressed.

“You know what? Give me a break, Steve. I just got wiped out by your girlfriend, who by the way got hit in the head with the hulk.”

As if your headache didn’t hurt enough, Scott shouting just made it a hundred times worse, which is why you tried your best to ignore him and now Tony arguing. The exact thought of what exactly was I doing here running through your head. You’re a pilot, someone who’s supposed to be in the sky, not screwing things up on the ground—maybe it would’ve been better if you had gone with Poe and Natasha. That or stay—

“We’ve only got one particle left. Each!” Scott’s comment made you lift your head, an idea coming to mind, something that seemed to have struck Tony too.

“I got it! Why don’t we just travel to a place where the particles and stone were in the same location or at least close by one another?” Steve and Scott look at you with a curious gaze, while Tony nodded and got out of the car, adding on to your idea.

“Exactly! Did you read my mind or something?” Tony then looked at Steve and continued, “there’s another way to retake the tessract and acquire new particles. Little stroll down memory lane...Military installation, garden state.”

—

If you do this and it doesn’t work you’re not coming back.

What the hell were you doing? Traveling further into time like if nothing was on the line, like if you didn’t want to go back to....certain people.

Then again too late now. You were in some place called New Jersey. In the location the idea of Captain America was born. The only way back was by this going well. Or else and at least the problems you were faced with before were going to be part of the past—the only positive thing was the dress you were wearing, it out beat the heavy uniform you had to wear before by a landslide.

“The bruise on your face is new, what happened?” You questioned Steve, somewhat easing the situation at hand while the both of you hurried and snuck into the lab the particles were at.

Steve opened the door and let you in before he could, a playful smile seen on his lips before he passed you in search for what was needed, all while you kept watch—“I did the thing you warned me against....I ran into myself.”

You chuckle, “I would ask how it went, but I kind of get the idea.” The feeling of what was before between the both of you resurfaced, feeling as if nothing had gone wrong, as if...neither of you had caught anything strange or that nothing was changing.

“Got it!” Steve exclaimed happily, enjoying a moment of success with the new particles in hand.

When he rejoined you, you beamed up at him and the both of you shared a high five. “Way to go team Cap!” You congratulated, earning a shy smile from said man. “Now let’s go before we get caught.” Doing just that, the two of you make a hasty escape, striding side by side, avoiding the looks you were given and having to stop as the lady from the elevator turned the corner with a couple guards on her back.

“You’ve never seen these people before?”

“No, I’ve got an eye for this. They looked fishy.”

“Can you describe them.”

“Well one of them had a hippy beard.”

Steve took your hand and quickly pulled you into a room. Not really making sure if it was occupied, but coming out lucky in that matter—and at first neither of you shared a word, the only noise heard was the rapid beating of your heart at what could’ve happened if you had been caught, adrenaline bumping through your body all the same. Just as you were going to actually say something regarding your situation you saw Steve pick up a picture of...himself. Pre-serum him that is.

He looked back to the door, an unreadable expression flashing through his eyes before he set down the picture frame and let you pick it up to admire it with a soft smile on your lips—cute. You looked up to make a comment about what you saw, but it was then you noticed something that made your heart drop, your smile dropping alike. It was the women from his picture. She was there on the other side of the window. And just like before you saw his face reflected on the window. The same longing gaze that was filled with so much love that was just directed and felt...for her.

He still cared.

As if feeling your eyes on him, Steve eyes fell on your own reflection, the realization of what you had caught hitting him as he saw the tears that gleamed your eyes, the sight causing him to turn to you with an apologetic look. One you quickly avoided and shrugged off with your words.

“It’s time to go.”

—

The feeling of joy of having this emergency mission succeed didn’t feel as exciting as you had thought. The feeling of returning back to your normal time didn’t feel as exciting. That hopeful smile that was shown before was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a deep frown. An obvious sight to anyone or at least a specific someone who’s first instinct after traveling through time was to look for you.

A relieved breath of air exhaled by that specific someone when he saw you fine—somewhat fine and well. A puzzled look flashing through his eyes at the sight of you in a dress that you didn’t have on before, but one he couldn’t lie and say you didn’t look great in. And you would have looked for him too, but your attention was far from this room, the only thing pulling you in was the sound of Bruce’s question.

“Clint where’s Nat?”

Said man fell to his knees, a look of utter grief shown in his eyes. That alone speaking what he didn’t, what he couldn’t. A tragedy that shouldn’t have happened but did....she was gone. Natasha was gone.

—

“I’m surprised you’re not with your boyfriend.”

At the sound of Poe’s words you look back to see him walking towards you, the bitterness he had at the slight thought of what he said completely disappearing at the sight of the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to talk about him right now.” Your voice cracked as more tears slip down your cheeks, proceeding to watch as Poe took a seat on the chair in front of you, his own frown present on his lips.

“Everything okay?” In that moment after that question you missed the way Poe’s eyes darted across your face to try and get any hint of what you were thinking, of what could possibly be the answer. An answer he secretly and selfishly hoped was a ‘no’ something that would lead you to return with him. But when you truly answered he was disappointed to hear you change the subject and talk about what he should’ve considered instead.

“It’s just all this,” you sigh, “it’s hard. It was hard. We went back in time to save what we lost but we ended up losing someone in the process.” You muttered sadly.

“Natasha did what it took to get what we went for.”

“But she shouldn’t have.” You interject in a louder tone, blinking up to meet his gaze, “she should have gone and got that stone but came back. She shouldn’t have died. She should be here enjoying the fact that we did it. That it worked out after all.” You tried to sound mad, but those efforts soon failed when more tears escaped your eyes.

Poe looked to the floor, his own eyes watery at the memory of what he had seen, of what he had to go through—“she had to do it or else we wouldn’t have gotten the stone. That red sentient said it himself...a soul for a soul. Clint nor I could do it...only her.” Poe wanted to add something else, but choose not to, not if he wanted to keep you from getting angry. Because he knew if he shared the extent of what had happened in Vormir, you would be pissed.

“She just deserves to be here.” You cried, dropping your head in your hands to let out a sob that had to do more than just with Natasha’s death.

“I know,” Poe sighed, carefully moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders and rest his head on yours. A gesture you found comfort in and eased into, a gesture that made you cry that much more. “I know.”

—

“All right, gloves ready. Question is who’s gonna snap their freakin’ fingers.”

You quietly looked around the room, searching for the volunteer—Now if you could do it, you would, but their was no way you could even attempt, the effort would kill you before you could even snap your fingers.

“I’ll do it.” Now seeing Thor step up was an option, but seeing his current condition perhaps it wasn’t the greatest choice.

“Excuse me?” Tony exclaimed sharply.

“It’s okay.” Thor assured the group as he continued to walk towards the glove, only to be stopped before he could even attempt to touch it.

Steve gently pushed said man back, trying in the nicest way possible to shoot him down. “Thor, just wait. We haven’t decided who’s gonna put it on yet.”

“I’m sorry. What we’re all just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?”

“We should at least discuss it.” Scott interjected.

“Look sitting here staring at that thing is not going to bring everybody back. I’m the strongest avenger, okay? So, this responsibility falls upon me.”

“Normally you’re right.” Tony tried to calm Thor down, trying just like Steve had to turn him down, but to no avail. All the arguing just making you impatient.

“Just let me! Just let me do something good. Something right”

“Look,” Tony tried again, “it’s not just that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. I’m telling you. You’re in no condition.”

“What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?”

“Cheez whiz.”

You snort at Rhodeys comment, the rest of Thor’s argument going to the back of your head. And before the overthinking could start Bruce’s comment made your ears perk up—“it’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him. None of you could survive.”

Poe stepped up and looked to Bruce, “how do we know you will?”

“We don’t. But the radiation is mostly gamma. It’s like...I was made for this.”

—

“Okay, remember everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you’re just bringing them back to now, today. Don’t change anything from the last five years.” Tony reminded Bruce. Something that Bruce nodded to in agreement before responding with two simple words.

“Got it.”

Bruce followed by carefully putting on the glove, the sight alone making your stomach twist and the nerves return tenfold. It was now or never. Natasha’s sacrifice had to mean something—it was going to mean something—and as if Poe could hear your heart beat in your chest in anticipation, he met your gaze to share an assuring smile before pushing you behind him as the both of you stood behind Tony and the shield he activated.

“Artoo, BB8 stand behind me.” Said droids didn’t fail to listen, the little orange and white ball standing between your feet, only poking his head out to watch what was about to unfold.

And shortly after Tony’s commands to his A.I., metal doors surrounded the outside building, shielding everything that could be affected by what could come. The dark lightening contained by those same doors making this feel much more eery and nerve-wracking. The sight of the stones lightening up on Bruce’s hand causing your heart to pump much faster, hearing him groan and grunt out in pain as the energy of the stones burning his arm making you feel that you couldn’t breath, that you had pent up air in your lungs.

Hearing everyone’s concerns for their friend in anguish making you want him to stop. But knowing that he was close, stopping you from expressing such worry. The sight of him struggling to stand up and try to bring his fingers together causing you to hold Poe’s hand in fear, the final step and sight of seeing Bruce snap his fingers causing you to close your eyes for a brief moment to avoid the bright light that shone after the action.

To then open your eyes as Bruce fell to the ground, grunting in pain, the sound of the metal doors opening grabbing your attention, while the natural light crawling through the windows hit you with the realization of what you were still doing and making you instantly drop Poe’s hand. Neither of you commenting on it, but instead focusing on the soft songs of the birds that now flew outside.

Birds that weren’t there before, that just lacked altogether. That single sight bringing a soft smile to your face and tears to sting your eyes, bringing hope and truth.

You looked to your long time friend and the both of you shared an emotional smile, the words you were thinking said out-loud by Scott.

“Guys I think it worked—” just before you were going to say something, a blast crashed into the building.

Having one moment of clarity get crashed by sudden darkness.

.

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A Whole Castle

In Little Ways Part II (Part I Here)  (The First Short for New Readers) (The Playlist)

Words: 1,140 Warnings: Food Mention, Abandonment Issues Characters: Logan, Roman, Patton, Virgil Universe: Whole Castle Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Additional Tags: Patient Parenting, Roman Sanders is Extra

   Logan exhaled hard as he got home from work. It was a long afternoon of meetings with teachers who pretended Logan’s plight was not their own. Why scholars couldn’t agree that each department had its struggles was baffling. He rubbed his face and set down his briefcase and kicked off his shoes at the rack.

   “Dad, dad, dad, dad!” Virgil came rushing up to him as soon as she shut the door. “Janus just got a new game, can I go? Please? Can you watch Pat?” He pleaded hurriedly, jogging on the spot.

   “Virgil, you know I don’t like you running across the highway,” Logan huffed, shaking his head.

   “I’ll take my scooter! It’s just two lanes. Janus does it all the time. The sun’s up, drivers will see me! Please!” Virgil shot back, gripping Logan’s arm and shaking it lightly.

   “The game doesn’t have sexual content or gratuitous violence?” Logan raised an eyebrow at him. He always had trouble saying no to Virgil whenever he was this excited.

   “No, it’s a multi-player JRPG, you get to ride dragons, please!” Virgil sounded desperate. Logan would never understand Virgil’s fascination with these things.

   “Fine, go ahead. Please be careful. One of us will pick you up, just call when you’re done or we’ll get you before dinner. Only one soda,” Logan held up a finger and conceded emphatically.

   “Deal! Thanks, dad! Love you!” Virgil pushed past Logan excitedly and headed out the front door. Logan blinked as it slammed shut. Janus usually spent him here rather than Virgil visiting him. But they didn’t have the newest game systems and Janus’s family did, so it made sense even if Logan was slightly suspicious. He hoped traffic was forgiving. The highway between the neighborhoods had light traffic, but Logan worried about either of them crossing.

   Logan stepped in and headed into the kitchen to grab a drink before checking on Patton in his room. Patton looked concerned, scribbling hard on the paper in front of him with one hand and his rabbit doll in the other.

   “Is everything alright, Patton?” Logan inquired gently. Patton looked up to him and sighed, not responding in any manner. He glanced sadly at Logan before looking down and gripping at his shorts. “Can I come in?” Patton shook his head. “Then would you like to come out?” Logan suggested and stepped out of the doorway to give Patton room. Patton sat motionless for a moment before he nodded and got up. Logan went out into the living room and Patton climbed up near him. “Do you think Mrs. Bunnyface would want to watch Wall-E?” Logan hummed and picked up the remote and Patton cheered up a little, making his doll nod a few times.

   Logan loaded up the movie and sat back. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with Patton, but he was uncomfortable and upset about something. He hoped Wall-E would cheer him up. Patton liked the little robots. Sometimes when he was cleaning up his building blocks, he’d pretend he was Wall-E. Patton leaned on the couch and pulled his feet up to watch just like Virgil does, snuggling his doll close. Logan breathed a small chuckle out through his nose. He realized what might be wrong.

   “Does Mrs. Bunnyface miss Virgil?” Logan inquired quietly, trying not to look pointedly at Patton. Patton sighed and squeezed Mrs. Bunnyface.

   “Yeah,” Patton breathed. “He’s comin’ back, righ’?” Patton looked up sadly at Logan.

   “Yes, he’s just playing a game with his friend. He’ll be back,” Logan nodded and smiled to Patton.

   “He don’t… hate… um, Mrs. Bunnyface?” Patton furrowed his eyebrows and stiffened.

   “No, Patton. He loves both of you. Did it make Mrs. Bunnyface worry that he was so excited to leave today?” Logan looked down at Patton, who nodded sadly. “Just so she knows, Virgil being excited about spending time with someone else doesn’t mean he loves either of you less. He just got excited about a video game and he wasn’t abandoning you… or Mrs. Bunnyface,” Logan cleared his throat. Patton nodded in acknowledgment and loosened up slightly.

   “You promise?” Patton looked up glassy-eyed to Logan.

   “I promise,” Logan smiled reassuringly. “Virgil is a little obsessed with animé and dragons, the game had both it seems. He also just wants to spend time with his friend. He still loves you, even if he has other interests,” He added genially.

   “It’s lonely,” Patton whispered, looking dourly to the floor.

   “I’m here for you, Patton. Anything I that can give you is yours,” Logan offered. Patton sniffled and turned back to watch the TV.

   Patton didn’t move at first. He just shot Logan glances every few minutes. Logan observed Patton just as much as he watched the movie to make sure he was okay. After a bit of time passed, Patton took a deep breath and shifted closer on the couch. If Logan hadn’t watched him do it, he might not have been aware it was such a slight move. Logan put his arm up on the back of the couch to make it obvious he was okay with Patton moving closer. Patton looked between the floor and Logan a few times before shifting more towards Logan and laying down on his lap. Logan waited a few more moments for experimentally lowered his arm. He floated it over Patton before he rested it on him, and Patton grabbed his arm to hold along with his plush.

   Logan pulled the blanket off the back of the couch with a one-handed effort and tossed it over Patton’s lower half. He snuggled up under the lopsided blanket and scooted up closer on Logan’s lap, pulling Logan’s arm with him. Logan sighed happily and watched Patton tiredly watch the movie more than the film itself. It was one Roman loved, so he already knew it by heart. He texted Roman apologizing that he couldn’t start dinner tonight with a picture message of Patton laying on his lap and Roman sent a solid eight messages of key smashes. Then he ranted about how far Patton had come and how incredibly jealous he was.

   Patton was completely absorbed into the movie by the time Roman made it home, so Roman did a silent dance just out of Patton’s vision. The moonwalk was particularly impressive, and being able to spin soundlessly was a skill. He then retreated to the kitchen to make a ‘victory meal’, whatever that was. Roman’s cooking was amazing, so he was sure it will be lovely. Logan sometimes heard Roman’s soft singing from the kitchen over the film, but Patton didn’t appear to notice. He looked very comfortable and engrossed in the movie. Logan sighed in relief and smiled at Patton. It was so wonderful to remember that things could get better if you tried.

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Profound Member Post - April 2019

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The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirely during that month.

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MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160​ - MaggieMaybe160

Love is a Random Wednesday

400 word fic for a one word prompt based on the word "Love"

Tags: Extreme Fluff

SFW

Regarding Us

(s12e11 Fic) Dean's memory is quickly fading. As Sam and Rowena scramble to find a way to reverse it, Cas tells Dean their story.

Tags: Major Character Death, Fluff and Angst, Grief and Mourning

SFW

No Way to Heal

Remember that handprint Castiel left on Dean’s shoulder? Dean can feel it flair with pain when Cas is in danger.

Tags: Major Character Death, Unrequited Love, Angst

SFW

Be My Superman

Steve is a total dork. Cute, but completely off limits and not at all Dean’s type. He either forgets to take off his work vest, or just doesn’t care. He’s constantly wearing that royal blue polyester vest that could blind anyone if the sun hit it right. His nametag is always pinned just perfectly over his chest, declaring him “Steve.” His dark brown hair is combed, parted on the side, and gelled in place. His eyes are the most stunning part of him. They’re a gorgeous blue that shine and Dean tries not to look for too long because he’s also pretty sure Steve is straight.

Tags: Canon Divergent. Two Sided Love Triangle. Fluff and Angst. Sick Dean Winchester.

SFW

The Eldritch Horrors and Dean 

(post episode s14e14) Michael is gone. The bunker is calm. Cas finally comes clean to the Winchesters about the deal he made with the Empty. While Dean deals with this news, Amelia Bedelia, the Eldritch Horror, is freed and starts to wreak havoc all over Lebanon.

Tags: Major Character Death. Angst and Crack. Murder. Horror.

SFW

The Size of Our Rainbow

Dean and Cas try out a new dildo on Cas because it's too big for Dean. Fic for Pic exchange with my friend.

Tags: Size Kink. Bottom Cas/Top Dean. Porn Without Plot. Anal Sex. Blow job. Rimming. Dildo play.

NSFW

With art by @demonfleet​

April Fools in the Bunker

It's April Fools Day in the bunker. With the Winchesters and their pranks, will Cas and Jack live up to the prank wars? This bunker is in a war zone.

Tags: Crack Fic. April Fools Day Pranks.

SFW

drawlight - @drawlight​ - drawlight

Terminus Est

The gates close every night at the final, ninth, toll of the bell. Nox. They have never failed. Dean has forgotten the time and is outside. No one survives a night out past the gates after Nox. That is the time of darkness; that is where the Others walk.

Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Android Castiel, Forbidden Love, Medieval Analogue, First Time, Alternate Universe - Dystopia

NSFW 

shealynn88 - @shealynn88​ - shealynn88

Are We Human

Set generally mid-S5. "Dean glances over, wondering how much time it takes for light to bounce from Cas’s cheek to Dean’s eyes. How long for Cas to be seen. And if that light ever makes it back to whatever is inside that human vessel he carries around like another trench coat."

Tags: Stolen Moments, First Kiss

SFW

LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor​ - LeafZelindor 

The Scent of You 

Cas really has a thing for Dean's smell, he just hasn't told Dean that. Stealing his clothes might not be the best answer, but it'll do for now.

Tags: supernaturalkinkbingo2019, scent kink, pining,

NSFW

CrowleyLovesUSUK - @crowley-loves-usuk - CrowleyLovesUSUK

A/S/L

When Dean Winchester’s fiancé announced that she was pregnant by another man and walked out, Dean swore off relationships. He couldn’t even bring himself to have casual sex, with the notable exception of a single eye-opening night. Three years later, Dean’s brother Sam has had enough. A sibling argument leads to Dean signing up for a popular dating site, ‘A Profound Bond.’ When Dean’s first match opens their chat conversation with an outdated query, Dean has to decide if he can move past the other man’s awkward 1990s introduction, and finally take another chance on love.

Tags: Alternate Universe-Modern, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Online Dating, Light BDSM, Spanking, Top Cas/Bottom Dean, Dirty Talk

NSFW

nickelkeep - @nickelkeep - nickelkeep

Like Home

Castiel's twin sister Hannah is getting married, and as the Man of Honor, he's been along for the Bridal Show and Wedding Planning ride. After talking about the last one with his best friend/roommate Dean, Dean suddenly wants to tag along (mostly for the free food). Can Cas handle pretending to be engaged to his best friend?

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Fluff, AU - Roommates, Pining, Mutual Pining, Wedding Planning, Minor Angst, First Kiss, Castiel and Dean need to use their words. SFW

Anteros

Dean is stuck on some research for a book he is writing. Thanks to some help from his friend, he is able to get an audience with the premier expert of Greek Mythology. Part 2 of the Reincarnation Tales series.

Tags: AU - 1910s, AU- Reincarnation, Past Lives, Immortality, Memory Loss, Mythology References

SFW

Blue-Eyed Guy

Cas froze as the singer broke into the chorus. He had heard that song only an hour ago. It should be a brown-eyed girl.

Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Pining, First Kiss, Singing in the Impala, Singing in the Shower, Songfic: Brown-Eyed Girl, Love Confessions, SPN Song Challenge Bingo SFW

MittensMorgul - @mittensmorgul - MittensWraith

Worst Case Scenario

Their lives have always masqueraded as works of fiction, but for anyone they've ever interacted with, there's a scarily high chance that someday they'll discover the strangest events of their lives have been immortalized in a moderately obscure series of pulp horror novels. For Sam, Dean, and Cas, this is old news. For the people who've learned the truth, it's often a life-changing experience. Here's the story of a handful of those lucky... yeah, let's call them lucky... people whose lives intersected once upon a time with the Winchesters. And the stories they get to tell the Winchesters.

Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, Case Fic, wherein team free will becomes the case, Post-Canon, Sam's Orange Jacket, The Winchester Gospels (Supernatural), Sharing a Bed

NSFW

Darmys - @darmysasagiri - Darmys (Pillowfort)

Long Road Home - Home Is Where The Heart Is

Sam and Dean Winchester along with the crew of the Royal Sovereign are renegades. Their only hope lies across the fabled Highroad. There, in the birthplace of humanity they face treachery and madness, all in the quest to find a home. This is the third part of a massive space opera trilogy. Based on the original work of Alis A. Rasmussen.

Tags: AU - The Highroad Trilogy, AU - Space Opera, Past Benny/Dean, Past Dean/Nick Munroe, Robot!Baby, Canon Typical deaths, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Racism, Referenced Past Rape/Non-con

SFW

A Bite to Remember 

Alphas can't mate Alphas, everyone knows this, or do they?

Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha,Alpha!Cas, Alpha!Dean, Mating, Bites, Come Inflation, Top!Cas/Bottom!Dean, Messy Bottom Alpha Dean, One Night Stands

NSFW

Jemariel - @jemariel - Jemariel 

Chicken Soup for Breakfast

Written for a Two AU prompt challenge: Werewolf AU + Sick fic

Tags: hurt/comfort, werewolf!Cas, sick fic, SFW

iCeDreams - iCeDreams

Look at this Food (Isn't it Neat?)

Dean swims up to shore and steals one of the best things he's ever tasted.

Tags: Little Mermaid Elements, Fairy Tale, Mermaid Dean, Hamburger

SFW

Dive Bars, Beers, and Names

Castiel isn't usually asked for his name, but when he does, he certainly has opinions on how he's called.

Tags: Walk Into A Bar, Sassy Castiel

SFW

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blueeyesandpie - @blueeyesandpie - blueeyesandpie

No Right to Ask, No Reason to Give

Existential dread totally pairs well with spontaneous love confessions. Right?

Tags: Episode 14x20 coda, love confessions, canon compliant, angst, canon typical violence

SFW

Time is a Flat Circle

Lineart headshot of Castiel from sharkfish's Riptides.

Tags: Castiel, drug use (marijuana)

SFW

For a fic by Sharkfish

Wandering Angel

Illustration of Castiel from MaggieMaybe160's Wandering Angel.

Tags: Castiel, grief, past MCD in fic

SFW

For a fic by @maggiemaybe160

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Carrieosity - @carrieosity - Carrieosity (Pillowfort)

Castiel, in Loco Parentis

Some days at Castiel's library are harder than others. (Prompt from saltnhalo: "Fantasy AU with librarian Cas.") Notes: Based on an actual event at my own library, to me personally. (Though with less magic involvement.)

Tags: Librarian Castiel, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fluff, Fairies, Libraries

SFW

One for the Books

When Castiel is selected to serve on an award council for the national library association, Dean couldn't be more proud of his amazing boyfriend. He had no idea what was about to happen. (Or: Castiel apologizes for nearly burying them both alive in piles of books with a promise and a question.) Part 5 of the "Understanding That Reference" series!

Tags: Librarian Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Libraries,Books, Fluff and Humor, Marriage Proposal

SFW

Make a Little History, Baby

When Dean chose his thesis subject, he wanted to capture someone else's fascinating story. He had no idea it would turn into a story of his own. (Tumblr prompt, anonymous: "What about archivist Castiel and grad student Dean? Maybe they finally meet after corresponding long-distance when Dean finally gets a small grant for travel funds for his dissertation?)

Tags: Archivist Castiel, Graduate Student Dean, Alternate Universe - College/University, Gratuitous History, Self-Indulgent, Long-Distance Friendship, Friends to Lovers

SFW

Hear Him Calling for my Soul

Castiel's soulmark was heartbreaking; Dean had no soulmark at all. Of course, at the end of the world, nobody's paying attention to soulmarks at all any more, let alone what they might mean. (Prompt, from holy-tax-accountant: "apocalypse/soulmate? Destiel or DCJ - Please and thanks so much")

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Human, First Meetings, Deaf Character, Deaf Dean Winchester, Soulmarks

Payback is a Bitch, Jerk

Dean and Sam have been embroiled in a prank war for most of their lives. Some things are off-limits, though. Luckily, Dean's new coworker might have a solution. (Prompt: "Prank War/Nurse (or hospital) AU; Destiel!")

Tags: Alternate Universe - Hospital, Alternate Universe - Human, First Meetings, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Bees, Fluff and Humor

SFW

[effable-ineffability]

Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Teasing, and tempting, In Public, except this time it's aziraphale tempting crowley all day, melted ice cream, and whipped cream, gratuitous use of footnotes, soft boi hours, and also some smut, Fluff and Smut

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Over the centuries, Crowley had been slowly refining his ability to tempt Aziraphale.  Certain temptations, like food, required no more effort than a casual gesticulation. Others had taken decades to perfect; most notably, using himself as temptation had been tricky, but now Crowley could tempt the angel away from almost anything[1] with the suggestion of proper debauchery from a lascivious tongue.

On the other hand, Aziraphale seemed to be an immediate expert at honing in on whatever it was Crowley would most be tempted with at a given moment.[2]  Crowley would not fully appreciate this until Friday evening, after spending the day touring various art exhibits in London with the angel.

That morning, when he had met Crowley outside his shop, Aziraphale had thought that it might be fun to see just how much tempting the demon could take.

Crowley swallowed hard, keeping his eyes fixed determinedly on the painting in front of him,  “Angel.”

“Mm.” Aziraphale hummed in response, entirely noncommittal.

“Your hand.”

“Yes, my dear?”

Crowley blessed under his breath; Aziraphale chuckled.  “If you keep this up---” the demon started to say.

But Aziraphale cut him off with the slightest pressure in his fingers.  “You will do nothing,” he responded very quietly, leaning closer; his lips just brushed Crowley’s ear.  “I told you: you will wait.” His fingers lingered just a second longer than was strictly necessary on Crowley’s lower back, juuuust under the hem of his shirt and along the waistband of his pants, before Aziraphale withdrew his hand.

Crowley turned to say something very petulant in response, but Aziraphale merely smiled and clicked his tongue.  “There are children around, dearest, let’s watch our tongues,” he chided before Crowley could say anything.

“Children, right, yeah,” Crowley mumbled as they moved to look at the next painting in the display.  “Yeah, watch my tongue, but don’t mind the fact that you’ve been feeling me up all afternoon.”

“Come now,” Aziraphale said, sounding appropriately scandalized, “that is hardly true.  A touch here and there, away from prying eyes---”

“You licked my neck on the bus,” Crowley countered bluntly.

Aziraphale’s ears turned a very slight pink as he studied the painting in front of them very carefully.  “It was a kiss,” he murmured as some chattering schoolchildren passed behind them.

Crowley chuckled.  “It was very wet for a kiss.”  Aziraphale turned to look at him, lips parted to argue further, but Crowley was smirking down at him.  “Don’t worry your pretty little head, angel, I’m not complaining, I liked it.”  He leaned closer.  “I would happily return the favor tenfold, too.”

Aziraphale put his hand over Crowley’s mouth and pushed him back; Crowley couldn’t help but notice the angel was smiling behind his feigned embarrassment.  “I told you, my dear, you can wait.”

Crowley chuckled and pressed a kiss to Aziraphale’s palm.  “But can you?”

-- [1] - Except crepes and sushi.  Crowley was still working on overcoming those barriers. [2] - This was far easier than one might think.  At any given moment, what Crowley would be most easily tempted with was Aziraphale himself.  Aziraphale is not an idiot, and picked up on this immediately.

[Continue reading on AO3]

[luckyspike]

The Trouble with Nocturnal Ambush Predators - A Good Omens Fanfiction

when I went to post this on AO3 (found here), turns out Crowley’s weird statue has its own tag

shit’s wild guys

anyway crowley and aziraphale make a bet about how shitty crowley’s vision is

nobody but also everybody wins, in a way

count the parks and rec references. also of course i had to make someone a doctor because i live at work i guess idk

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Everyone was rather surprised when Brian announced that he would be going to school with plans to become a doctor. Brian, who reveled in dirt and grime, Brian that even at twenty would wear clothes more than once if he thought he could get away with it, Brian that ate food out of takeaway boxes and still left them in the sink. It was startling, the image of Brian, that Brian, standing in a sterile operating theater, scrubbed and gowned and as anti-septic as possible. And yet, this was also Brian that was always there for the Them, who would come the moment he was called if help was needed, who swallowed his pride and rebuked his filthy habits if only for a few minutes, to help his friends and save the world.

It was surprising but, the Them and friends reflected, not entirely shocking. It did make sense, in a sort of way. “I’d really like to study infectious diseases,” he said one night over dinner at the Pulsifer’s, while everyone was still gathered around the table for drinks. It was late, and Anathema had gone an hour or so ago to put her little daughter to bed, even over the child’s protests and desperate clinging to Crowley, who objected much less firmly than any self-respecting demon should have. Well enough then, he told Aziraphale, when the angel had pointed it out, that he was only still a demon in technicalities only.

Pepper looked amused. “You should see him in classes,” she said, for she was in the same class as Brian, with her sights set on psychiatry as a specialty once she’d graduated. “He sits right up front, a real gunner, and every time they ask about some weird bacteria, boom! He’s right there with the answer.” She rolled her eyes, but she was laughing, too. “I think it was all the dirt he always had on him when we were kids - he communed with the germs and they accepted him as one of their own.”

Brian flushed. “I don’t talk to germs. I just think they’re jolly interesting, is all.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Adam Young said, leaned back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head. “Someone ought to, right? Otherwise we’d all die of cholera or something.”

Aziraphale frowned into his wineglass. “Nasty illness, cholera. I remember the pump outbreak …” He shook his head, putting an end to that reverie, and smiled at Brian instead. “It is fortunate you have such an interest, Brian - the world needs doctors, certainly.”

“So what’s medical school like these days?” Crowley asked, a mirror of Adam, leaned back in his chair with his feet on the table, idly swirling the scotch in his glass. “Last time I tried was, oh, the sixteenth century I think. Thereabouts.” He winced. “Pretty sure it’s got on since then. Hopefully.”

“Oh, yes,” Brian nodded. “Yes, I’d imagine it is. Very structured now, and there’s labs and independent study and practicing skills and all kinds of things, not to mention all the lectures and exams.”

“So many,” Pepper agreed mournfully. “Endless exams.”

“D’you practice on mannequins then?” Crowley looked thoughtful. “I’d imagine they do a good bit with mannequins.”

“Some yeah. And then some - the safer stuff - we practice on each other. Y’know …” Brian thought, waving his hands vaguely. “Listening to lungs and hearts, eye tests, that kind of stuff.”

Aziraphale looked up at that. “Eye tests, you say?” He looked across the table to Crowley, a grin slowly spreading over his lips. “Crowley, dear, we could finally settle the debate -”

“No. No, we can’t.”

Newt, who had been washing up in the kitchen, returned, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Debate? What are we debating, then?”

“Nothing,” Crowley griped. “Angel has been insisting for the past decade or whatever - since you kids were eleven, however long ago that was -”

“A decade,” Wensley confirmed.

“Right, so that long, I’ve had to hear about how I really shouldn’t be driving because snakes don’t have good visual acuity.” Crowley spread his hands. “To which I make my point: if I really couldn’t see, you think I would’ve gone this long with the Bentley without crashing it? Armageddon notwithstanding, that was extenuating circumstances.”

Aziraphale muttered into his wine, “Only thanks to occasionally-gratuitous use of miracles.”

“Occasionally, angel! Occasionally doesn’t count. Not like it’s a daily occurrence.

“And anyway, my vision’s better than a human’s at a distance and in the dark,” Crowley said authoritatively. “Horizontal planes an’ light refraction and all that. Saw a film about it.”

“Listened to a film about it,” Aziraphale mumbled. Adam snorted.

“Wasn’t very nice,” the boy said, although he was grinning.

Pepper laughed a little too, while Crowley presumably glared at Aziraphale - the sunglasses, as ever, made it difficult to tell for sure. “It’d be easy enough to test, if you really wanted to.”

“I don’t.”

“Not even for a wager?” Crowley looked at Aziraphale at that, and a long silence stretched out. The Them and Newt watched, rapt, because they’d only ever seen the two supernatural entities bet on something once before, and that was whether or not either of them could, after two bottles of wine, climb to the top of the biggest tree in Hogback wood without using miracles, wings, or shapeshifting*. They had, if memory served, wagered an entire years’ worth of song-selection privileges. It was, perhaps, fortunate that neither had won the bet, because in retrospect Adam considered it a distinct possibility that an ultimatum like that could only have ended in some kind of argument**.

[* They couldn’t, but no one had paid attention to that, because the entire spectacle was so hilarious that the end result was fairly irrelevant, and Crowley turned into a snake when he thought no one was watching and cheated anyway. ]

[** Crowley and Aziraphale, after the Nahpocalypse, argued very seldom, but being that neither liked to do anything by halves, arguments were usually intensely dramatic, if short-lived. The last argument had resulted in Crowley living in the garden at Jasmine Cottage as a snake for a weekend, and only ended because Newt threatened to call animal control on him if the two didn’t reach some kind of agreement about whether or not Tom or John Barnaby was the better detective .]

The demon was tempted. “What are the stakes?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Something.” Aziraphale shrugged. “Let’s say … oh, alright. You win, and I turn a blind eye to whatever you want to do to your plants for a month before the flower show next year.”

The Them and Newt, like spectators at a chess match, breathed out. “Oh, that’s a good one,” Brian mumbled.

“But if I win, which I will, of course, then …” Aziraphale considered it. “Then …” He thought harder, and then beamed. “Then next time the neighbors want to take a week holiday, you have to take care of their smallholding by yourself .” There were assorted gasps from around the table.

Crowley barked a laugh. “Absolutely not.”

“Because you know you’d lose.”

“No, because I always end up taking care of the smallholding by myself anyway, bloody goats.” Crowley leaned his elbows onto the table and tapped his chin with steepled fingers. “Right, when I win, I’ll … or you …” He brightened. “I get to yell at my plants, and you have to let me move the statue into the living room for an entire year.”

Aziraphale groaned. “Not the statue. No, just the plants.”

“No, the statue is a part of this.”

“When I win,” Aziraphale soldiered on, pretending they were not arguing about Crowley’s infamous Angel Statue that served as a crucial part of every argument and poorly-concealed threat in their relationship, “you have to put the blasted statue in a storage unit somewhere, and you take the speakers off that abhorrent vacuum cleaner."

Crowley looked appalled. “You’d cut out DJ Roomba’s tongue for a bet?”

“I’m hardly -” He looked to Crowley, and then relented, with a sigh. “Alright. No speaker on DJ Roomba for three months. Then you can put the speakers back on.” He seized Crowley’s hand the moment the other extended it, and they shook on it, both with equal enthusiasm and smugness. “I look forward to my three months of peace.”

“Can’t wait to put my statue in the living room and kill those bloody fittonias at last.”

Pepper and Brian exchanged a look, while Adam, Newt, and Wensley were trying to hide their laughter behind their hands. “We should print a Snellen chart,” Pepper said solemnly.

“Definitely need a Snellen chart.”

Newt nodded and stood from the table. “The printer is has bluetooth. Wait for me to be outside before you connect to it.”

Once Newt had vacated the building briefly, it was easy enough to print the eye chart. Adam found a measuring tape in a cookie tin full of sewing supplies***, and they solemnly marked out the ascribed distance. “Never done one of these before,” Crowley said, sobered-up for the endeavor. “What, you’re just supposed to read it?” Aziraphale was standing over his shoulder, arms crossed, looking so smug he might as well have already won. Perhaps he had.

[*** “ Why do you need it?” Anathema had asked him as she rocked Millie to sleep on her shoulder. Adam had explained, and she had nodded. “Oh, definitely,” she’d said. “The sewing kit is still in the linen closet in the bathroom - there should be a tape measure in there. Wait until I put Millie down to bed. I want to be there.” ]

“Yeah, you cover one eye,” Pepper instructed. “Right, and then you read the smallest line you can see. Ready?”

“Easiest bet I’ve ever won,” Crowley said, motioning to Brian to flip the corkboard he’d pinned the chart to. “Right, go for it.” The board flipped, and Crowley blinked. “Well, there’s the big ‘E’ at the top.”

“Everyone knows the big E,” Anathema said, dismissive. “He said read the smallest line you can.”

“Right. Ah …” There was an uncomfortable pause. “Can I try the other eye?”

“I knew it,” Aziraphale hissed triumphantly.

Brian swallowed. “Uh. In a minute. Um. Which … which direction is the ‘E’ pointing, then?”

Crowley frowned. “Whatever way ‘E’s usually point. What kind of stupid question is that?”

The assembled humans and one angel looked at the ‘E’ which was, very clearly, printed backwards. Aziraphale raised his hands to his mouth. “Crowley, you drove us here.”

“So? Didn’t crash, did I?” He switched eyes. “Oh, yeah, the other one’s better.”

“You’re serious?” Brian asked, craning his neck around to stare at the chart. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, so what’s that mean, then?” Crowley stuffed his hands into his pockets and rocked back onto his heels.

Pepper grimaced. “You’re legally blind?”

“No, that can’t be right.” He shrugged. “I drove us here, didn’t I?”

“He drove us here at 100 miles per hour,” Aziraphale added, in a mix of astonishment and terror.

“Right, and didn’t hit anything -”

“This time,” Anathema muttered under her breath.

“And made great time, all here, safe as houses.” He smirked. “Could a legally blind guy do that?”

“Maybe Daredevil,” said Newt, unhelpfully.

“Anyway,” Crowley went on, turning away to stalk across the room, past his horrified angel, and flick off the light switch, instantly plunging the room into darkness, “you’re not looking at this the right way. Move the chart around a bit, med student,” he instructed, the last part said with some disdain.

“You’re not at the line,” Brian protested.

“Just move it.” There was a whisper in the dark as the corkboard started moving in irregular figure-of-eights, Brian waving it around. Had it been light enough to see, his confusion would have been plainly evident on his face. “Right, so you got the ‘E’, which is backwards, then F, P, ah … T, O, Z, er … right, faster, okay, L, P, E, D, and then … Hm. Yeah, not sure after that.” The lights flipped back on, and Crowley put his sunglasses on. “So there.”

All the others looked from Crowley, to the eye chart, and back. “How?” Adam demanded. “You didn’t mess around -”

“Nocturnal ambush predator,” Crowley replied, as if it were obvious. “Plus, the ink’s still a bit warm from the printer. So even easier, really - I’ve got a whole extra sense, even, unless humans can see infra-red.”

“We can’t,” Wensley assured him.

“Right, so what’s that make me, then? I win, obviously.”

Aziraphale jumped in then. “Oh, no, no you don’t. Under human standards -”

“That was never specified.” Crowley grinned, and showed his teeth. Nocturnal ambush predator indeed. “Don’t try that with me, angel, remember which one of us is the demon, here.”

“It was inferred.”

“No such thing in a bet. Has to be expressly specified.” Crowley made a fist. “The fittonias die tonight.”

Since the lights had come back on, Anathema had been frowning, her lips moving occasionally as she clearly puzzled something over. She spoke, finally, slowly, and said, “But … but when you hit me with your car … it was night. And I was moving. And you were moving.” She looked at him, frowning. “You should have seen me, then.”

Crowley shrugged. “Wasn’t paying attention. No harm done, anyway.”

“Not after Aziraphale fixed me!”

Crowley scoffed. “Right. Like I said.” He pointed to Aziraphale. “I’m making an entire pop playlist for DJ Roomba just for this, angel.” He grinned even wider. “And I’m moving the statue as soon as we get home.”

“Really, dear boy, I don’t think this is as clear-cut as you say.”

“Oh, isn’t it?” Crowley pointed to Brian and Pepper. “Med students, stop me if I’m wrong -” they wouldn’t “- but the definition of visual acuity does allow for corrective devices, yes?”

“Yes,” said Pepper, while Aziraphale groused, “A moving chart and total darkness do not count as corrective devices, you know they mean glasses -”

“So there you go.” Crowley crossed the room and tore the chart from the board. “With corrective devices I’m … 20/50. So there. Not perfect but I still win.”

Aziraphale’s eyes were narrowed. “That’s cheating.”

“Again, if it’s not specified in the terms then technically it is not cheating. I’ve got books about this somewhere^, Aziraphale.” He spread his hands. “I’ve made a few bets and bargains in my life, believe it or not.”

[^ Books that were, he would not add, written in blood and bound in human skin.]

Aziraphale scowled. “You’re not putting that statue out.”

“Oh, but I am. I won the privilege.”

“You didn’t win anything.”

“Oh, but I did.” Crowley rubbed his hands together. “I definitely did. By the laws of betting.” He clapped Brian on the shoulder. “Thanks for moving the chart, kid.”

“And not letting the ink dry all the way,” Adam added under his breath with a poorly-stifled laugh.

Aziraphale was still scowling at Crowley, arms crossed over his chest. “We’ll discuss this further in the car.”

Crowley made a noise that might have been a chuckle, if there wasn’t just so much infernal glee instilled in it. “You sure you want me to drive home?” The angel’s wine glass miraculously filled itself. “Oh, so you’re going to be like that?"

“That statue is going out over my discorporated body.”

“It’s a very expensive statue.” He wilted a little under the blue fire in Aziraphale’s eyes. “Alright, we can talk about it in the car.”

The angel swallowed the wine in one gulp. “Capital.”

[bottomyoongies]

(Bottom) Yoongi Fic Recs

(please make sure to read the tags first!!)

(a few of these don’t have sex in them so not really a fully bottom yoongi fic rec but i like them so)

(a few are WIPs too)

Namjoon/Yoongi

come closer, tell a secret boy by JemKay

They must be testing Namjoon, with the new concept of tiny shorts, because never has he so badly wanted to devour Yoongi’s plush thighs.

you say you want passion (i think you found it) by JemKay

yoongi has a plan for his birthday and that’s to go out, get drunk, maybe have a questionable hookup, and definitely not think about the lowkey crush he may or may not have on his English tutor. that plan falls apart when kim namjoon walks through the door and jimin’s face lights up like christmas came early.

when the lights go out (run away with me) by JemKay

Yoongi’s soft when he’s tipsy, softer when he’s cold, and softest when Namjoon says “I love you.”

i’m all i’ve got (and i’d give it all to you) by namgi

Namjoon is overworked, and Yoongi just wants to help. But it’s never as simple as that.

salt skin, lazy smile by namgi

Namjoon thinks that Yoongi deserves nothing less than being worshipped. Like literal down-on-your-knees worship. So that’s exactly what he does.

i’m the king (and i’m down on my knees) by namgi

It starts with Namjoon laughing at Yoongi’s rap for Cypher Pt. 3. It doesn’t end with him still laughing.

c’mon, c’mon (show me what you’re all about) by namgi

Namjoon is struck with an idea and Yoongi goes along with it, just because it’s Namjoon.

purples and blues (look good on you) by namgi

In which Namjoon fails at being subtle and Yoongi has impeccable timing.

can’t feel my face (when i’m with you) by yoonseoktv

“I was texting manager-hyung,” Namjoon breathes. “He left us the van.”

Yoongi pauses to look up at him, blinking. A slow grin stretches across Namjoon’s face, too sweet to believe. “Okay,” he agrees, fulfills a random compulsion to smooth a strand of bleached-dry hair behind Namjoon’s ear. “Let’s go.”

이사 (Move) by The HalesNyx

tumblr prompt from anon: “Sugamon fake dating AU it could be like the end of the agreement where they realize that you know they love each other with a little background to the situation. Smut plzzz”

Namjoon hadn’t intended to hurt anyone; not himself, not even the company he was suing. More than anything, though, Namjoon had not intended to hurt Yoongi. Namjoon never wanted to hurt Yoongi, his best friend, the one aspect of his life that was hopeful and happy. But he had; he’d hurt Yoongi, hurt their friendship, hurt whatever else they could have been. Namjoon wasn’t letting Yoongi go, though, not without a fight. Not after everything.

yeah, i’m the trend (yeah, we’re the culprits) by gunhee

when the money for their mixtape runs dry, yoongi and namjoon do the only thing they can do. no, not selling organs. the other thing. it goes catastrophically, as expected.

six to nine (we’ll play the game) by gunhee

namjoon expected a lot of things when he called a sexline one night as a dare. yoongi was not one of them.

marks of my body by mintyoongee

Neither of them have gone very far from just hickeys, but now, seeing the slight purple brown that blooms from under Yoongi’s large jacket (that the cordinoonas forced him to wear to cover it up, saying the makeup wasnt enough), all Namjoon wants to do is pin his boyfriend down and make him beg for the marks, even instilling some of his own on the younger male.

Apex Predator by JemKay

An apex predator, also known as an alpha predator or apical predator, is a predator residing at the top of a food chain upon which no other creatures prey.

rocket by boozinos

Yoongi just wants to know how big Namjoon's dick is, okay.

Say You Won't Let Go. by write_the_impossible

Yoongi doesn't think that Namjoon is sexually attracted to him anymore. Namjoon sets out to prove him wrong.

adventures of parents sugamon and kids!taekook by dimpledprincejoon

25 parts of pure family fluff ^^ and a part or two with some sex

escape velocity by fatal (cumrich)

yoongi owns a bar at the end of the universe. everyone is welcome to visit but only namjoon is welcome to stay.

pat through the dark by fatal (cumrich)

the end of the school term is always hard, but luckily yoongi has namjoon.

matching your footsteps to mine by sugrpill (opinionoutpost)

There’s always a moment after a performance where Yoongi is certain all his veins and arteries are trying to vibrate out of his skin. Namjoon rides the same high as Yoongi but differently; Yoongi usually lays there, dazed and immobile, for a solid five minutes before he even thinks about washing off the stench of the venue while Namjoon jitters and fidgets, his body physically trying to work the excess adrenaline out of his system.

(In which Yoongi and Namjoon fuck to get rid of that post-show rush.)

Without You There's Nothing by syubology

Yoongi gets sick and Namjoon is Not Worrying.

First Snow by freelancejouster

Yoongi thinks snow is special. Namjoon thinks Yoongi is.

we are the ones we have been waiting for by ienveeus

‘I don’t know why you bother with the screaming Min fucking Yoongi,’ Prisoner 2872 says and Yoongi blushes at the use of his name. At the word tucked in between that he’d used so eloquently just moments before. ‘The walls are soundproof, the only person who can hear you is me. And I’m as trapped as you are.’

Or: Yoongi and Namjoon are mutants locked in adjacent cells with a hole cutting into the wall between them.

Warm Fuzzies by signifying_nothing

namjoon wants to be kind. anything he gets in return for that is just icing.

Electric Blanket (You're Warm in My Arms) by signifying_nothing

so yoongi and namjoon definitely don't have enough money to fill up the oil tank to heat the house, but they don't really need it.

Old Friend by writernumb

When Yoongi noticed that he'd received a voice message on his phone, he didn't expect that listening to it would cause him to be sitting in his favorite cafe, his foot shaking from nerves, arriving much earlier than the time they'd decided to meet. Despite himself, he reminisces, about the man he loved; his old friend.

Hoseok/Yoongi

Jung Hoseok (Is Not A Poet) by deannach_na_realtai

Jung Hoseok is not a poet. But he thinks he can recognize poetry when he sees it writhing beneath him at 3 in the morning.

i can’t hide it (i’m like this every day) by sirradel

It wasn’t like Yoongi didn’t want to tell Hoseok about what he did to make money. He wanted to tell him, he did, but the last time he had come clean about his work to a partner they left him with a few tense words and a broken heart. Hoseok was different, Yoongi knew that, but he couldn’t help his fear that Hoseok would end up leaving him just like the others.

No. It would have to wait for another day.

lil red by noonagon

“oh, my, what large eyes you have.” “all the better to see you with, my dear.”

or where yoongi and hoseok play more games

seize my careless heart by willinglywastingmytime

yoongi honestly just wanted some company. he just doesn’t understand the implications of texting his boyfriend ‘my parents are out of town, wanna come over?’

hoseok is happy to teach him.

All my days (I’ll know your face) by inkingbrushes

Something about Yoongi has Hoseok feeling like he’s fine, like he’s going to be okay. It might be nostalgia. Or it might be that he just feels at home with Yoongi.

(Or, the one where Hoseok proposes in public and Yoongi blurts out, are you out of your fucking mind?)

Update: bonus chapter (pwp, basically) added.

Take It (Off) by collisions

Fuck, Hoseok. F u c k him.

(But most importantly Hoseok needs to fuck Yoongi)

Neck Deep by MarionetteFtHJM

Yoongi just couldn’t live his life as an idol in peace. Hoseok had to barge in, sunshine radiating from his smile and fingers warm and touching places. Yoongi hated change, but this one (he hated to admit it) was a good one.

setting fires by hobitxt

hoseok’s eyes have that glint in them– the dangerous, playfully dark one that makes something hot and desperate churn in yoongi’s stomach, and his breath hitches as he quickly turns his head to the side in an attempt to hide his face, tugging ineffectively at the handcuffs that hold his arms over his head.

(or: gratuitous yoonseok smut. everything else was too inappropriate to be set as a summary.)

Single Pringle by EVOLustory

Where Yoongi owns a restaurant that is a date hot-spot and he is single and salty at all the couples streaming into his restaurant on a daily basis. Not only that, but somewhere along the way he's got himself a couple of gay regulars that won't go away. And maybe someone who makes him a little less salty at the end too. 

fives, sixes, and sevens. by cowntdown

yoongi's life is built on routines, rules, and restrictions, but there are six boys that help him cope.

(in which BTS is a six-member group, but yoongi happens to be the seventh member.)

[beware of the heavy themes, romance is minimum; it’s mostly focused on yoongi’s relationship with the band and his mental health]

Seokjin/Yoongi

No Words by strangedesires

Everyone saw their budding love, everyone but themselves.

하루만, 나는네꺼야 (Just One Day, You’re Mine) by cheesuga

It took years for Yoongi to get used to falling asleep on his feet. It takes just one day for Seokjin to turn his life upside-down.

{this is a WIP}

Tactile by novilunar

When Yoongi starts going into heat, Seokjin is just a phone call away

If You're a Snake, I'm a Snake by iamnotaprodigy

Yoongi can't believe that he ever thought Seokjin would be a Hufflepuff.

In which Yoongi and Seokjin are two different kinds of Slytherins, but they complement each other well and they wouldn't have it any other way.

The Garden of Words by miskeen

just a lazy sunday afternoon with a pair of boyfriends

(there’s no porn in this. i know it sounds like it’s going one way in the beginning but i promise there’s no top yoongi or any sex ^^’)

Jimin/Yoongi

Of Spiced Honey and Apples by tinycloverspot

One month of separation across a seemingly infinite sea and Jimin was finally back in Yoongi’s arms. Jimin was finally back home.

September by TheHalesNyx

“Three, and most annoyingly, Jimin was beautiful, and handsome, and he had the cutest smile Yoongi had ever seen. In short, Yoongi, in broad daylight, without a trace of fever in his blood, was freakishly attracted to the young alpha, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with that information.“

I’ll take care of you by prkjimin

“Can I take care of you, hyung?” The question rolls off Jimin’s tongue easily, a simple request that has Yoongi’s heart hammering in his chest and his face heating up. He can feel Jimin’s hand on his hip, pushing his sweater up higher and rubbing at the pale, exposed skin.

a.k.a soft, stressed out Yoongi ft. helpful Jimin

You’re losing your words (We’re speaking in bodies) by prkjimin

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, teeth biting into the fabric of his pillow tight enough that his jaw aches, but he’s so determined to not make a noise, refuses to embarrass himself in front of his younger group mate. His body shakes with the power it takes to keep silent.

aka that one fic where Jimin rims Yoongi.

such a fool by shrdmdnssftw

Yoongi really hopes the new neighbour doesn’t hate them. It’s not exactly quiet, a household of two twenty-something year old males, but throwing a three year old girl into the equation makes for a whole different level of noise.

Or, basically, kidfic, where Yoongi and his daughter live with Namjoon, and Jimin moves next door.

Taehyung/Yoongi

the only thing i know is you’re my baby by rapsucka

Taehyung has always needed and Yoongi has always been more than willing to give.

unnatural love by darkparadises

taehyung, an omega, encounters yoongi, a type of omega he’s never met before.

a bolt out of the blue by softnebula

Company parties fucking rock. Because, to Taehyung, it often means post-company party shenanigans.

I didn’t know that I was starving (‘til I tasted you) by eclairdeluxe

His Ma always did tell him the first meal of the day was the most crucial.

Forever by signifying_nothing

the problem with having an immortal lover is that someday you will die, and they will be alone. taehyung does not want to face the reality of this.

{there’s hinted sugakookie but no feelings, just sex}

Simple by TheOrgasmicSeke

This is Yoongi’s favorite part.

Train To Busan by TheOrgasmicSeke

One seemingly normal Friday morning in Seoul, South Korea, Min Yoongi boards a train with his son in hopes of getting to Busan so the boy can spend his fourth birthday with his mother. Things do not go exactly as planned.

Hearteyes by waterlemons

Taehyung is a mess in every sense of the word. 

Jungkook/Yoongi

because it’s a meaningless dream anyway by hakho

when chuseok comes around, the world stands still for just a moment, and yoongi and jeongguk can finally catch their breaths.

Underground Rapper!Yoongi + Idol!Jungkook = Secret Fuck Buddies (with angst)

{this is apparently a sequel but you don’t have to read the other one to get this one}

you’re everything. by makemebegin

jeongguk is a flame and yoongi doesn’t mind getting burned

something that has turned into a non linear set of one shots told in the same universe as the spark in my bonfire heart .

*not all tags apply to every chapter.

Try Hard by tobiyolo_kun

Seokjin sighed exasperatedly, stopping to fiddle with the dog tag around his neck,"What do you think he’s been doing this whole time? Bringing you snacks during work, the flirting, the extra attention? For god’s sake Yoongi, the boy brought you flowers for the apartment after I moved out! He’s not trying to annoy you, or mess with your feelings or anything like that! He’s romancing you.”

Romancing? Who even used that word anymore? What was this? The Victorian era?

(Or: Jungkook has a thing for smol grumps, and Yoongi is oblivious.)

Nightstick by vhope

Jeongguk’s phone buzzed and lit up, dredging him from his fitful sleep. The digital clock on the table announced that it was too early in the morning for it to be anything other than one of two possibilities:

Either there was a major problem at the precinct and he was needed right away, or Min Yoongi was horny.

Chocolate Isn’t Just For Eating by TheOrgasmicSeke

He could tell Yoongi was getting impatient, the man shifting his hips and glancing at him but Jungkook would use a pen if he had to because there was no way he was going to let the chance to mark up Yoongi’s beautiful back slip through his fingers.

i'll catch you by skswriting

“Hyung you kind of have to let go of the wall.”

“I’m fine right here thank you very much.”

“Hanging onto the wall isn’t roller skating hyung.”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Yoongi.”

You Won’t Be Able to Take Your Eyes Off of Me by mylittlesunandstars

Jungkook kind of has a thing for Yoongi's ass. It doesn't take Yoongi long to notice. 

Polyamory

Monster Mash by TheOrgasmicSeke

Yoongi agreed to go to the party because Namjoon was his only friend and as much as he loathed to admit it, he needed more human interaction. Too bad humans weren’t exactly what he was about to get.

[maknae line/yoongi]

Break my bed (to make me wanna stay) by eclairdeluxe

Yoongi wants to try something new.

[taegikook]

In The Mood For Love by TheOrgasmicSeke

They didn’t need spoken words. They rarely did. Yoongi’s lips left enough words spread out in Jungkook’s skin and the soft appreciative noises the younger made were the only answers Yoongi would ever need.

[yoonminkook]

side note: the series is not strictly bottom yoongi but you can read this as a stand alone and the sex is only between sugakookie

The Boy In The Red Hood by Theawinde

When Yoongi escapes into the forest to get away from his bullies, he finds something he doesn't expect that changes his life forever.

[wip]

[taesobi]

'안녕’ (Hello) by sugadeprived

Hoseok woke up in an unusual Sunday morning.

[rapper line]

seems like it was just yesterday (we grew up a lot) by sugastruck

“you wound me, joonie,” hoseok gasps, that fucking smirk still plastered on his face, “i thought we were friends.” it hurts more than namjoon will ever admit and he grits his teeth. “yeah. were, not are. friends don't abandon each other without so much as a warning. or a goodbye.”

or

the story of how min yoongi, kim namjoon and jung hoseok grew up together, fell apart, and everything in between.

[rapper line]

Unconventional (but baby it works) by PhantomFlutist

Yoongi and Seokjin had a weird dynamic, but it worked for them. Until Yoongi met Namjoon, which threw a wrench in things in a really big way.

[namgijin]

we’re yours, you’re ours by strangedesires

“But if you all want me, then who am I to deny you of what you want?”

[everyone/yoongi]

Bonus: 

Vasco/Yoongi

(i’m not super familiar with vasco, an underground rapper, but these are so wonderfully written TT there’s an age difference since he’s in his 30s)

this is mine (like everything else) by fallingmin

yoongi just wants vasco to pay attention to him.

there is no denying (your kisses keep me flying) by house_laurie

Vasco always knows how to make Yoongi feel good.

the little things by house_laurie

“My son wants to meet you.”

puppy love by house_laurie

Person A and person B go out to walk their puppy. They play with their puppy in the park until the puppy gets tired. They lay down in the grass and person A starts falling asleep beside person B. Person B kisses person A and falls asleep on person A’s shoulder.

Bonus: The puppy falls asleep on both of them and everyone is happy.

whew i’m done! took forever bc i kept getting distracted and reading some of these again

one day i’ll make a real rec list

again, PLEASE READ THE TAGS for your own comfort

enjoy!

[hannahindie]

Love Games-Day 7: Dean Cooks Dinner

Characters: Dean x Reader, brief mention of Sam Word Count: 970 Warnings: Gratuitous amounts of sausage and innuendos (Trust me, you need a warning for that always) A/N: Thank you to the wonderful @trexrambling as always for taking a look at this and helping fix my randomly horrendous grammar. This one made me laugh a lot while I was writing it, so hopefully you are just as amused. This is part three in the Love Games mini-series. You can catch up with part 1 here and part 2 here.

Tags are at the bottom! If you would like to be added to any of them, please let me know! And if I’ve missed anyone, please let me know! I’m still trying to get used to doing a lot of tags. lol

It had only been a couple of days since movie night, and you had decided that avoiding Dean was not the answer to your problem. It had been exhausting trying to avoid him, so you’d decided to switch tactics. Instead of running away from the problem, you were facing it head on. And by facing it head on, you were just not running to your room every time you found yourself alone with him.

Things were quiet, though. Dean didn’t go out of his way to make you question his motives. He really wasn’t speaking to you much at all, and right now you weren’t complaining. Although the silent treatment was a little odd, you’d both been a bit busy the past couple of days, so you were chalking it up to that and nothing more. Sam hadn’t mentioned anything about your behavior or Dean’s, which had you thinking once more that you had imagined the whole thing. Although movie night had pushed it and made you think that Dean had ulterior motives (with a little help from Sam), it was beginning to look like as if he was already tired of the prank.

You had gotten comfortable in the living room and settled in with one of your favorite books when you saw Sam crossing the room and towards the front door.

“Where are you going?”

He stopped long enough to grab his jacket, “There’s a movie I want to see, foreign film in Kansas City, so I’ll probably be gone until tomorrow. Wanna go?”

You chuckled, “Nah, Sammy, I’m good. Have fun, and be careful.” He smiled and waved, and then you heard the echo of the bunker’s large door clang shut. You went back to reading your book and forgot that the older Winchester was still somewhere in the bunker.

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep or how long you’d been out, but when you woke you could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. You stood and stretched, then slowly made your way across the cold floor into the kitchen to find Dean standing in front of the stove. He didn’t notice you at first, so you stood and watched for a moment as he swung his hips to whatever song was playing in his mind, and you wondered if it would be so bad if he knew how serious you’d been that first day. You shook your head; you needed to get it together. You cleared your throat, sat down at the table, and rested your chin in your hand. Dean threw a look over his shoulder, then went back to looking at whatever it was he was cooking.

“Would you like my sausage?”

Your arm slipped as you jerked your head up and you nearly fell out of your chair as you looked at Dean with wide eyes, “Would I…what?”

Dean turned around, frying pan in hand, and gestured at it with a spatula, “I got this bratwurst while I was out earlier and thought I’d make dinner tonight since Sam bailed on us. Would you like one?”

You looked at the pan, then back up at Dean who was looking at you expectantly, “Oh…yeah, sure, that’d be great. I’m starving.” He nodded then turned back to the stove. You wiped a hand across your face. He was definitely doing this on purpose, there’s no way he wasn’t. You were beginning to think Sam was in on this too, because it was too convenient that he left the bunker when he did.

Dean brought the sausage and peppers over to the already set table and dished out enough for the two of you. You grabbed a fork and a knife and began cutting into the bratwurst he’d sat in front of you. The smell alone was mouthwatering, and you groaned the moment that delicious sausage touched your tongue.

“Dean, this is delicious. I didn’t realize you could cook so well.”

He grinned, “Hell, me neither. Not until we moved into the bunker, anyway. Maybe I should do it more often, we’d have more than rabbit food like when Sam cooks.”

You chuckled, “Yea, that’s true.” You shoveled more of the delicious bratwurst into your mouth, spared a brief thought of how unladylike you must look, and then promptly ignored that thought as you took another bite of peppers and onions. “Mmm, seriously, Dean. Cook more, please.”

“I hope you can take the whole sausage.” You nearly choked on the piece of bratwurst you had just tried to eat, and had to cough a few times to clear it out. Dean looked at you, his eyebrows raised, “You alright?”

You cleared your throat one last time, “Yea…I’m fine. Just went down the wrong pipe.” You grimaced at the wording, “What did you say about sausage?”

Dean stood and started to clear his plate, “Just that those bratwurst are pretty big, I hope you can finish all of it and that I didn’t make too much.”

“Oh…yea…no, I think…I’m good. Yea, this isn’t…too much.” You willed yourself to quit talking.

Dean tossed the dish towel he’d used to dry his hands on the counter and walked over to stand next to you. He leaned down slightly, and you could feel his warm breath ghosting across your ear, “I hope you enjoyed my bratwurst, there’s plenty more where that came from.” You gasped loudly and for a moment you truly thought you’d combust. “I bought extra in case we liked it. It’s down in the freezer, you know, if you want anymore.” You nodded, but remained silent, and Dean walked off as if to leave the room. You breathed a sigh of relief until the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped.

“Maybe next time, you can try my kielbasa.”

Next Chapter: Day 10: Baby Gets A Bath

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[parkinglotfistfight]

My coworker and I were talking about the concept of reading yesterday and I’m just gonna ramble a bit before this stuff eats at my brain.

I definitely read a lot more as a kid and I think it’s because basically I didn’t want to exist.  I was in and out of childrens shelters, foster homes, and with extended family members for a good chunk of my childhood. When I was 9 I was in a shelter, we weren’t allowed out, only in your home and their private school. You did chores for points and you could spend those on things like tv time, snacks, etc. I spent every single one on alone time in my room. Which is gratuitously labeling it because it had 4 bunk beds in there so I shared it with 7 other girls. My mom was allowed to drop off a gift once a week, so she would bring me a new book each time, whatever she could find that had the ‘Harry Potter Fans Will Love This!’ tag line. So I latched heavily onto these stories where a kid got swooped away into some sort of magical world. I didn’t have to be me. I could reread this over and over until the next book. At 10 I was in a foster home. All I did was read, draw, and watch wrestling. I was a weird kid. How wide spread was the AR program? Where you read books, took quizzes, earned points, and got prizes? Each book gave you 2, 3, maybe like 5 points. Not only did I beat the high score of points at the school, 220-ish, I doubled it. They ran out of tiers of prizes. My end of the year prize was a hardcover copy of the LOTR and Hobbit series. The bookset was literally half the size of me. As a poor kid, my escapism had to be free and readily accessible. I was in an abusive household, we had no food, we had no A/C, and summers were the worst, so I would trek the hour walk or so in 100°+ weather to the library. I would grab a book, sit down, consume it in the hours the library was open, walk home. and repeat the next day with a new book.

Most of the time I just judged books by their covers and I read anything with elves and dragons and orcs and a magical item that everyone was fighting over. I read shit like Jason Bourne or James Bond, life on the prarie books, supernatural books, Anne Rice books that confused me, anything I could get my hands on or that people would recommend. I could read 60-100 pages an hour depending on how it was set up. One friend legit thinks it’s a superpower with how fast I can read, lmao.

I was never fond of writing myself, which is why for a while I wanted to do book covers so badly. I wanted to be the person responsible for catching someones attention enough to pick up a book. It’s why so many artists that are my favorites are almost strictly cover artists.

Now it’s like, man, when is the last time I read a full book? I read less as I went into high school and internet addiction took over and as an adult I only read a series here and there and sat on the excuse I don’t have time. There was a period I was reading a lot a few years ago, but because I was unemployed and depressed and not eating. A distraction. I mean yeah I’ve been reading a lot of comics lately but it’s different.. I spend more time poring over the details of the art, having to reread dialogue, and dissecting characters, Books pull you in.

I should start with something easy, like a new Christopher Moore book or something.