#you asked me about my approach to writing and my thoughts on spn fics

[angelinthefire]

Irt your post about baseline prejudices the writers take as a joke, what's your approach to dealing with it when writing fics? I find myself sometimes struggling with this especially if im writing fix-its because it's quite literally impossible to address Everything, but at the same time I don't want to just leave the show as is. I mean, i feel this way about huge plot things like Gadreel too, but i think its a tiny bit easier to decide if those are necessary to adress to the specific fic rather than things that happen in a single episode or are brushed off as a joke. Like there are some things I just pretty much erase because to me at least there is no meaningful way I think I could interrogate it in a friggin destiel fic without essentially reproducing the shows prejudices like Busty Asian Beauties for example, but there are other things where I'm like...I should probably address this, right? But I just don't know what the line is. I know there will never be one definitive answer to this but i was just curious if you had any principles you follow in your writing.

That's a good question. Imo it's about prioritizing how important the issue is to the characterization, and how important it is to you as a writer.

Like to use the casual objectification of women as an example.

I'd say you can absolutely ignore Busty Asian Beauties. But I say that because it's a dumb gag that doesn't actually add anything to the characterization. I'd also ignore gags about pie, or "Agent Beyonce" or any other running gags that are silly and over-the-top.

But you can't just ignore the casual objectification of women. I've read fic where Dean is suddenly a bit too enlightened, or where he seems to clearly be used as a mouthpiece for the writer who's trying to retcon his change in attitude in a single paragraph. And that doesn't work, imo. Like if you want to totally revamp Dean's attitude towards women, go ahead, write what you want, but the characterization is going to feel off.

You could just write around it, just never have the characters in a situation where it comes up. Or you could have it be an explicit deliberate point in the plot or character development. (I've read a couple of fics that do this with Dean's alcoholism, deciding to take seriously something that is treated very casually on the show, and building a fic around it).

I thought about this when I was writing Life Skills and what I ended up doing was actually less about Dean's characterization and more about the narrative approach itself. Like on the show, especially in earlier seasons, there's a habit of treating sexual partners very superficially, like the narrative doesn't see them as real people, and very much just as a prop for the characters to have sex with. So I did my best to make the three main sexual partners seem like real people, with different quirks and behaviours and styles. So I didn't interrogate anything, and Dean was the same (maybe leaning more towards horny-but-respectful than towards outright objectifying, but still). I just didn't do what the show would have done. And I think it worked okay, and I didn't feel bad about it.

I may or may not get to actually writing it, but I've been trying to plot out a meanstiel fic based on the premise "what if the narrative treated honey!Cas with respect?" And I guess I'm taking a similar approach as to Life Skills in that I'm not addressing the show's ablism head-on (because that's the underlying problem of honey!Cas. That mental illness is just treated like a tragi-comic narrative tool and not, like, an actual thing. And like someone can just bootstrap themselves out of it. (Also this is making me remember "Sam Interrupted" and holy hell that was an awful episode)) and I'm just trying to reframe it instead. Instead of the narrative treating it like, "there's something wrong with Cas and that's funny/sad/a plot point", I'd treat it like, the way Cas experiences the world and communicates has changed, and there's new difficulties, but that doesn't make him less human. Like the characters aren't going to behave terribly differently (at least initially, anyways)(and except for my aversion to over-the-top silliness), they all still start with their same behaviours and attitudes, but my baseline assumption is different from that of the show, and that in itself shapes the narrative. If you know what I mean.

The initial post was more about things like Gadreel (or April, or Becky, etc.) Like I've read a bunch of fics that frame Cas' experience with April as traumatic for him. And I feel like you can do that in a fic that takes place immediately after that experience, based on the premise of "what if spn took consent seriously?" and treating it very deliberately. I don't feel like it works to have a fic that takes place years later, and is generally about something else, but at some point Cas' experience with April comes up and it's treated as traumatic. It feels like in that case, Cas' character development would have been set on a somewhat different path from April onwards, that the reader doesn't get to see, and it's a somewhat different version of Cas than the one we know from the show. If that makes sense? It's a ret-con.

I guess to sum it up, I would take the characters as they're presented on the show, and not ret-con in any additional angst or changes in attitude or anything like that. But I'd recontextualize them to whatever degree I feel is necessary.

[ambersock]

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

Thanks so much for the ask @wilsonthemoose!

Thorn in Your Side

If there are worse ways to spend a day than being sliced to ribbons while being Dr. Phil’d by the King of Hell, Sam can’t think of any.

This one was an absolute blast to write. I thought I’d have difficulty finding Crowley’s voice, but it actually came fairly readily. I’m not sure what that says about me.

Man-in-the-middle

Sam hears the driver’s side door open, hears footsteps approaching. He remembers that Dean still has Ruby’s demon-killing blade.

My second fic ever, a voice-mail fixit. I think these are a rite of passage for SPN fic writers. I love the blood imagery and the transitions in Sam’s thought processes.

Threshold

Dean is forced to come to terms with his relationship with alcohol. There are people who want to help him, if he's willing to accept it.

This one was a tough subject to tackle and not something I ever would have thought of writing on my own. I’m glad I got this prompt.

Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc

Sam waits, kneeling, for his execution.

What if Dean hadn't missed?

This one was another challenge. There was a tumblr thread with people saying how they wished SPN had gone through with Dean killing Sam, and no one took up my double-dog dare to actually write it. I finally lost patience and did it myself.

Thick as a Brick

In the days following Dean being cured of the Mark of Cain, Dean is fine. Sam isn't.

This was one where it felt like someone else was typing the story through my fingers. It’s my go-to comfort fic when I need to read a ‘brothers’ story that isn’t schmoopy.

Honorable mention: Convergence

Sam wakes up after his wall breaks.

This one is done in a very experimental, stream-of-consciousness style. It was a major risk, and I’m glad I took it.

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

For the authors ask: 🍔, 🍭, 🥑, 🥠, and 🌮! Any and/or all

Thanks for the ask! These are going to be kind of hard.

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

This one is really hard! Uh...

That would be a Fantastic Beasts one (this was before SOD came out) and is that Credence/Aurelius is the magical love child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Through highly magical means, Dumbledore gave birth to Credence, sent him off to America with his aunt, and then thought he died when the ship went down. Grindelwald doesn't know this.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

That's a tie! That would All Night or a Hundred Years, and For Remembrance (Holes in the Floor of the Mind).

All Night or a Hundred Years is giving me the challenge of writers' block right now, because I know how it ends but I don't know how to get it there. It's an FB one about Percival Graves and Leta Lestrange being alive but held captive by Grindelwald. It needs to take place over the course of five years, and is confined to one POV and one room, which makes it extra challenging. I don't know what could happen for five years locked in a dungeon by Grindelwald. I'm thinking of laying a few things out and then doing a time skip.

For Remembrance was a challenge to incorporate a plant from the language of flowers and its meaning, and it was challenging to write because the initial story, told from the POV of Abigail Hobbs, was not satisfying me. It needed to be something more, and I had a self-imposed deadline to meet. It grew into a post-fall amnesia fic, and writing how that would change Hannibal's relationship with Will and Abigail was a challenge. It was also the first time I had ever written directly from Hannibal's POV, which was intimidating to me. I had a few meltdowns about it, but luckily some lovely mutuals allowed me to talk to them and give them pieces to read, and helped me get it to a place where I am just so happy with it.

🥑What are you currently working on?

Technically six stories right now, but three are on hiatus.

They would All Night or a Hundred Years, my Percival and Leta story, and it's on hiatus indefinitely at the moment.

Caraval, a Hannibal AU of the book Caraval by Stephanie Garber, where Will and Hannibal team up to play a magical game and track down Abigail. They need to win.

Untangled, a FB Tangled AU where Newt is in the roll of Rapunzel, and Tina is Flynn Ryder. Grindelwald kidnapped Newt as a baby because the flower magic Newt has fixes his magic, which was broken in a duel with Dumbledore.

The Third Day, a Hannibal AU based off the HBO show The Third Day. Currently on hiatus, because I haven't actually seen The Third Day and that's making things difficult.

Han+SPN, a Hannibal/Supernatural crossover co-written with Sarc. Sam and Dean team up with Will, a half-ravenstag, who is being pursued by hunters and needs to rescue his mate, Hannibal. Hiatus because I forgot to come up with the outline.

And The Great Red Dragon, a Hannibal knight AU where Francis Dolarhyde teams up with Will and Hannibal to save his love from a dragon.

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

If it's an AU based off something else, I lay it out how it was laid out in the source material. Otherwise, I just try to stick it in the front and lay out the facts to get that out of the way.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

Uhh... I've never felt compelled to write for an audience. I write what I write and HOPE there is an audience. I experienced this with a critically endangered rare-pair I wrote fore. About an audience of 10 there, but I write the stories I want and get inspiration for.

Thanks for the ask! This was really difficult, but also really fun!

[thelioncourts]

Trying to bring some positivity to your asks by asking about fics! You've mentioned writing some and I'm curious if you'd be willing to share anything about any of them. I've never read your work for other fandoms, but I saw some of them have a lot of views and kudos and comments and it makes me excited

Ah, thank you for the positivity! My inbox has not been this messy since I was in the throws of the SPN fandom lmao. Kind of forgot what it was like to have strangers scream at you for thoughts (though I have a lot of kindness in there too, don't mistake me, and I appreciate that we're all actually talking, it's important). But. Anyway!

YES. Fics. I have never written anything in Anne's world. One of my dearest friends (dollylux for my SPN folk) is, as some would know, an extremely dedicated and longterm fan of all things TVC and Anne. Like, I fully believe, in my heart, almost no one knows Anne better than she does. And she was scared to write in this world for so long, she didn't publish her first Loustat fic until 2018 so. I'm scared of them so so much.

But the show has given me more confidence in it! And I have. Quite a few ideas. One I need to keep fairly quiet because it will (probably) be my Big Bang, but the others -- I'll put them under the cut

So I will, predominantly, write AUs. That's just my thing, so keep that in mind (though I do have some show canon fics because ! so much we don't know).

Louis trying to get back at his homophobic family and he puts out an ad for a boyfriend for some family get together and, of course, Lestat answers :D chaos

Lestat not coming to New Orleans in 1910 and, instead, staying in Europe. But Louis comes to Paris in the 1920s, like the silent generation, and meets him there.

vampire-hunter!Louis x vampire!Lestat: Paul de Pointe du Lac has sworn he was being chased by a demon for months.  Louis, and the rest of the Pointe du Lacs, dismiss this given Paul’s track record with hearing things, seeing things, time in mental institutions, etc.  But when Louis walks in to a demon - a vampire - dropping Paul’s drained body to the floor, he sets out on a journey of vampire hunting in order to avenge his brother, one he feels immense guilt for as for never believing him.  It is on this journey that Louis will meet Lestat, a 200 year old vampire who is utterly enraptured by Louis.  And Louis, no matter how much he tries to not be, is equally enraptured. 

single-dad!louis au where louis, as the world's greatest dad (or trying to be), puts claudia in every sport/lesson/practice she ever wants or asks to be part of, but after an injury (broken arm in a volleyball game or sprained ankle playing soccer, etc.) so to combat his worrying-dad-anxiety he goes on to something new: music. cut to claudia being enrolled in piano lessons or violin lessons and when she shows great promise, her teacher approaches louis about a more. detail-oriented tutor. enter lestat. Alternatively: one of her friend's parents is putting said-friend in a local community theater production and claudia wants to do it too and becomes a local little star and is encouraged to do some kind of private summer theater camp or something. also enter lestat.

Loustat human au where louis is dating viktor de lioncourt. When he goes to meet viktor’s family at the chateau in France, he ends up meeting and falling for, instead, viktor’s father.

There are a few others, but namely there is one that I'm working on right now and I hope to start posting in the next couple of weeks so I'm going to hold off on talking about it.

[hellhound-whisperer]

Regarding Y/N

Pairing | Dean x reader

Warnings | Reader is cursed, SPN canon-level violence, swearing

Word count | 5.7k

A/N | While I’m sure this has been done before, I wanted to write my version anyway. I think this is the most I’ve worked on a fic, and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Enjoy :)

Summary | Based on Regarding Dean, but it’s the reader that’s been cursed.

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I woke up on the ground, with a pounding headache and no idea where I was. Groaning, I sat up, spooking a rabbit that seemed to like me, and shoved my hands in my pockets, looking for my phone. When I found it, the screen was smashed, forcing another groan from my mouth.

“Shit.” I stood, brushing the dirt off my jeans. Alright, where the hell am I?

I looked around, seeing bobbing heads a little ways from where I was. Joggers? Am I in a park? I walked towards the moving people.

“Excuse me, could I make a call on your phone?” I asked the first person I saw, a woman pushing a stroller. She looked at me with a surprised expression, shoving a couple bucks in my hands. “Just don’t buy a drink with it, okay?”

Bitch, I thought, though I kept the money, shoving it in my pocket before approaching the next person, a guy running with his dog. “‘Scuse me, can I borrow your phone? Just have to make a call.” I shook my busted one, hoping he’d understand. He nodded, unplugging his ear buds and handing it to me.

“Thanks.” I started typing Dean’s number, but I must have been more hungover than I thought. Is it 674 or 647…shit, I think it’s 647…

I gave it a try, sighing in relief when I heard Dean’s voice on the other end. He sounded tired, his voice rough. “Yeah?”

“Dean, it’s…” He cut me off before I could even finish my sentence.

“Jesus, Y/N, where the hell have you been? One minute you were going to the bathroom, and then you’re gone? I’ve been looking for you all night!”

Ah, that’s why he sounds tired, I thought guiltily. “I’m sorry babe, but I have no idea what happened. I woke up in a park about two minutes ago.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I could hear the worry in his voice, and him moving around, probably grabbing his things so he could come get me. Once I figured out exactly where I was.

“No, I think I’m fine. Little foggy, headache, probably hungover, but nothing weird. Except, you know, I’m in a park. That’s kind of weird.” I turned, seeing the tall sign for waffles. “Oh, come get me at Waldo’s Waffles, I’m starving.”

He sighed heavily, “I’ll be right there. Be careful, please.”

“I will, love you, bye.” I handed the guy his phone back, thanked him once more, and headed in the direction of sweet, delicious waffles, stomach rumbling in agreement.

The waitress set my plate down in front of me, refilled my coffee, and I dug into the pile of fruity, syrupy waffles, hungrier than I thought was possible. I was almost halfway done with my plate when Dean sat on the chair next to me. I had a mouthful when I turned to look at him, but he grabbed my face anyway, beautiful green eyes searching mine, worry all over his face.

“You’re alright? You’re sure?” His gaze moved down, looking for any injuries. I managed to nod, trying to chew at the same time. He looked me over one more time, planting a kiss to my forehead before releasing his hold on my face. “Dammit, Y/N, I’ve been losing my mind all night.” He rubbed his eyes, finally starting to relax a little.

My chest tightened at the tone in his voice, so I chewed quicker so I could answer. “I’m really sorry Dean, I don’t know what happened.” I pushed the plate of waffles in his direction so he could have some, my peace offering.

“How do you not know? We didn’t drink that much last night…what do you remember?” He took the fork out of my hand, and I frowned.

“Uh, well, we’re here, looking for a…something?” I shrugged.

He stopped eating to stare at me. “That’s the last thing you remember?” I nodded, shrugging again. “That was yesterday morning.”

“I guess I drank more than you thought? I don’t know Dean, that’s all I got. Did you bring…?” I pointed to my head, hoping he brought the aspirin.

He handed me the bottle, and I took two out, downing them with my coffee.

“I guess, I really didn’t think so. But that still doesn’t explain why you just took off.”

“I really am sorry, I just don’t know.” I looked at him sadly, confused about what happened. He sighed, running his hand through my hair, thumb stroking my cheek.

“We’ll figure it out Y/N/N, we always do.” He pulled my lips to his, and I could feel his relief in the kiss. “At least you’re okay.”

I smiled at him. He’s the best. And so pretty…my mind started to drift off to dirtier places, so I tried to focus again. “Where’s, uh…?” That’s weird, what the hell is his name?

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean Sam?”

Sammy, that’s it! I snapped my fingers, and Dean just kept staring at me. “You’re sure you’re alright? Did you hit your head or something?” He ran his fingers on the back of my head, looking for signs of a bump. Based on his expression, he didn’t find anything.

“I don’t think so. So where’s Sam?”

“I dropped him off to check out the body so I could come get you. We’ll get him on the way back to the motel. Finish your waffles,” Dean ordered, pulling his wallet out from his pocket so he could leave some money on the counter. I stabbed the last few bites and shoved the forkful in my mouth, standing. Dean reached his hand out, and I laced my fingers with his, following his lead out to the car.

“Well, it’s definitely a witch,” Sam said, getting in the back seat. “Hex bag was in the body, looks like it was shoved down his throat.”

Dean reached his arm across the front seat, stretching to face Sam. “Wonderful.”

“I see you found Y/N. What happened to you?” Y/N? That sounds familiar…The man in the back seat tapped my shoulder. “Uh, Y/N? You still drunk or something?”

I could hear the men talking, but it was hard to focus all of a sudden, things around me going blurry. I placed my face in my hands to steady myself, and felt someone start rubbing my back. “Y/N, sweetheart? Look at me.”

I looked at the man next to me. “Who’s Y/N?”

The two guys looked at each other with weird looks on their faces before looking back at me. Dean spoke slowly at me. “That would be you.” I heard the guy in the back ask, “What’s wrong with her?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I muttered, raising my head now that things were clear again. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Then what’s your name?” Dean asked.

I scoffed, “I know my name! It’s, uh…Y/N!” I smiled triumphantly. I did not receive any smiles back, which I thought was rude.

“Dean, what happened to her?”

Dean started the car, backing out of the spot. “I have no idea, Sammy.”

We got back to the motel, Dean’s hand on my back on the entire walk from the car to the room. Sam opened the door, gesturing us inside.

“I promise guys, I’m fine!”

“You forgot your own name!” Dean practically yelled. Sam just looked at me.

“For a second, okay, yeah, that was weird,” I admitted, throwing my jacket on the table and sitting on the bed, trying to think.

Sam chimed in. “We’re hunting a witch, right? Maybe she got hexed?” Dean rubbed his face with his hand. “I guess. But if the witch found her, how is she still here? And why is she freakin’ Dory?”

“Dory?”

“Not going to apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.” I rolled my eyes at Dean, but I couldn’t help but smile at his comment. Damn, did I love that man…wait, he’s talking about me! “I’m not Dory! I’m FINE.”

Dean turned to me. “Fine, then name the main characters in Harry Potter,” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Well, there’s Harry Potter.” I gave him the middle finger to start my count, “And then…uh, Randy, I think…” Dean shook his head, and I threw my hands up in the air. “Whatever, this is stupid! I’m fine.” I stood up, walking back to the table. “This is a table! This is a coat! This is…a, uh…light stick!”

Both men looked at me like I was crazy, before Sam asked, “A ‘light stick?’”

I pointed at it again, nodding. Like they didn’t know what a light stick was. Idiots.

“Alright, we’re gonna need some help,” Dean said, rubbing his jaw again. “Cas?”

“No, not Cas, I’m fine!” I yelled again, though no one seemed to be listening.

“Rowena? If it’s a witch, she might be the best bet,” Sam said, crossing the room and starting to write something down on a yellow square. I threw my hands up, trying to get their attention. “But in the meantime…” Sam moved back to the stick of light, pressing his thumb against the yellow square at the top. It said ‘lamp.’

I snapped my fingers, “LAMP. Damn, so close.”

Dean swore, loudly, and was tapping wildly against his phone before putting it to his ear. “Yeah, well, we need your help, Rowena.”

“Rowena? Really…” I moaned, going to the fridge. “Oh! Tiny vodkas! Score!” Dean and Sam just rolled their eyes again. It was getting really annoying.

“This is serious, I think Y/N has been hexed. She’s been…forgetting things.” Dean said, looking at me as I started to make a drink. Clearly, they were occupied.

“She’s not drunk.”

Nope, but I’m trying. I picked up the ice holder, pointing. “We need ice.” Neither one was paying attention to the important stuff. Like ice for my tiny vodka.

“What? I don’t know, I haven’t checked!”

Ugh, neither one of these dummies is going to get me ice. They’re too wrapped up talking to…someone. What was her name? Ramona? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’m getting ice. I left the room to get some, leaving them to their talking. I walked up the stairs to the ice thing, filling it before returning to the room. But the damn key wasn’t working…

“Y/N!” I turned to Dean, shrugging. “The key isn’t working.”

“That’s cause that’s not our room,” he said, looking mad. I shook my head before answering, “All these dumps look the same.” I stalked past him, but he grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop.

“We think you’ve been hexed. You’re losing your memory.” My mouth dropped open. “What, like Memento?” Dean just smirked, then nodded. “That you remember. Yeah, like that. To fix it, we have to kill the witch that did it.”

“Great, let’s do that!”

He sighed loudly. “We have to find ‘em first. What’s the last thing you remember?”

I paused, holding the ice holder out to him. “I got ice.” He threw his hands up, walking toward the open door to his right. This must be our room, looks the same to me, I thought, but I followed anyway.

They made me get all suited up so they could take me back to the vic’s office. As they rummaged through things, I opened a box of cigars, pocketing one to surprise Dean later. Sam rolled his eyes at me.

“You did that yesterday too.” I looked at Dean, and he just nodded, but I caught the smile. “Any of these look familiar?” Sam waved his hand at some pictures on the wall. I walked over, glancing at all the faces. None of them looked like anyone I knew though, so I shook my head. “Okay, let’s think, what happened next?”

Dean’s eyes darted back and forth, thinking. “You went to check out the lore, Y/N and I went to get dinner at that burger place. Should we head there?” Sam moved his head up and down, and I grabbed Dean’s hand as we left the office. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew he would take care of me, so I should follow him.

We walked into this Western bar, which was busy and noisy. I didn’t like all the loud noises, but Dean and Sam were in charge, so I followed.

Both turned to me as we moved toward the bar. “Anything look familiar?”

I looked around, but it looked like any other bar we’d been to over the last few months, nothing at all stuck out. “It looks like all the others, I don’t know!”

A pretty lady bartender walked in front of us, looking right at me as she went to the register. Dean nudged me, whispering “That was our server, you remember?”

I frowned, but headed towards her anyway. “Hi!”

She looked at me funny, then at Dean. “Hello…you back to pay your tab?”

I frowned again, looking at Dean. “I think that’s his job.” I jabbed my thumb into his shoulder. He hung his head, his hand reaching into his back pocket.

“I’m sorry I ran out last night, she up and vanished, so I got worried. I think she might have been drugged.” Dean pulled a couple bills from his wallet, handing them to the pretty woman.

“Drugged!?” Both of them looked at me, shaking their heads quickly. I think they are telling me to be quiet.

Dean continued, “Can you tell us what you remember? We’re just trying to figure this out.” She looked at all of us, but her face softened when she got to me.

“Sure. You and her ordered burgers to go, but it was going to be a minute. You guys downed, what, four tequila shots, put some ‘sick jams’ on the juke, and then the little lady here hopped on Larry.”

Sam interrupted, “Larry?”

“Oh yeah,” she responded, looking right at me. “She had the hots for Larry as soon as she walked in.” Dean looked away, and his cheeks got a little pink.

I piped in, “Was I good?”

It was Dean who answered, never looking up from the ground. “Oh, you were…amazing.” I smiled brightly, proud even though I couldn’t remember.

“Anyway, then you two,” she pointed at Dean and me, and I swear Dean blushed even harder, “disappeared for about 10 minutes, and when I saw you again,” she pointed at me, “you were running like a bat out of hell towards the alley.”

I looked at Dean, who was avoiding the look Sam was giving him. The lady suddenly pushed Dean’s shoulder, “You better not have…”

Dean’s hand cut through the air. “NO. No. She’s my girlfriend, nothing like that.” I looked at him and Sam, confused. “Do you have security cameras here?”

She looked at me for some sort of answer, so I went with the flow and waved it off. “He’s right, he’s my, uh, boyfriend. All good.”

She nodded to me. “Good. And yeah, we do.” She walked us to the back of the bar.

“Really Dean?” Sam muttered, shaking his head. “Bar bathroom?”

Dean stopped him, counting on his fingers as he spoke. “One, you were at the motel and we only had one room, so I think you mean thank you. Two, it was her idea, point your disappointment that way.” He tilted his head to me. I shrugged, and Sam made a face, walking around us to follow the lady.

I whispered to Dean, trying to catch up, “what did we do?”

Dean sighed, leaning down to whisper back in my ear. “Remember I said you were amazing on the bull? Understatement compared to that, sweetheart.” He pecked me on the cheek before following Sam. I grinned, skipping to follow him.

Sam pulled his laptop out, popping the little silver stick into it, and a movie came on. I tried to look over their shoulders, but these boys were tall. “Let me see,” I whined, and Dean moved enough over to let me look.

I watched, and then pointed excitedly. “That’s me!”

“Yes it is,” Dean said, grabbing my hand to pull it away, but he didn’t let go. I felt his fingers brushing against my knuckles gently as we kept watching. He leaned in, looking at the picture.

Sam asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to read her lips. Now salsa you mittens.” I may be hexed, but that is just nonsense.

“You can’t read lips.”

“I can’t read lips,” Dean admitted, pulling away from the screen. We watched as my body flew backwards, and Dean’s grip on my hand tightened. “You don’t remember any of this?” He turned to me, hoping I would have a better answer than I did.

I just shrugged, “I got nothing.” They kept watching, making the little people go backwards and forwards.

“You recognize that jacket?”

Dean responded before I could, “Yeah, from the vic’s office. Maybe Y/N saw him last night, and chased after him.” The little movie-me pulled something out of my pocket.

“I took a shot! I know how to shoot a gun?” I whispered at Dean, squeezing his hand. He just dropped his head into his free hand.

They pulled me out of the bar into the alley, waving their baby light sticks around, and talking to each other. I couldn’t make out what they were saying though…everything was starting to get fuzzy again.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. There are witches?” I asked, my hand grabbing Dean’s forearm. He’s strong, I thought, before I saw the way he was looking back at me. Focus, uh, me. Y/N. Right.

“Yeah, Y/N, there are witches. And we kill them.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s awesome!” They didn’t look as happy as I felt though.

“C’mon Y/N/N,” Dean said, pulling me away from the garbage and into the woods.

“How much further?” I questioned, my legs getting tired after a bit. Dean squeezed my hand tighter, leading me along.

“Depends. You remember anything?”

“Nope. So, genies are real? But they don’t grant wishes.” I added grumpily, thinking about the blue Genie from the movie.

“Jesus,” Dean said quietly, but I still heard him. “Yeah, that’s right. C’mon now,” he said, pulling me along. We walked up to this tree with red paint on it. “That’s probably relevant.”

“Maybe Rowena knows what they mean.” Sam leaned down to take a picture.

“Rowena? That’s a funny name.” I giggled, but no one else did. Dean let go of my hand, moving forward. “Hey!”

He put his palm up when I tried to follow. I think that means stop, so I stopped moving. “Sam!” The bigger guy walked over to Dean. “I think that’s our witch.”

Curious, I walked up next to Dean, ignoring his hand. “Is that a dead guy?” Dean just looked at me. “Cool,” I whispered, pulling on his sleeve.

“No, not cool. If killing the witch was supposed to remove the spell, you should be fine, sweetheart.” Dean looked mad.

“Oh. Not cool?” I guessed, and both men just looked at me.

“Let’s get out of here,” Sam said, and Dean put his hand on my shoulder, guiding me back to where we started.

We got back to the motel room, and the boys were looking at the computer, talking to each other when I heard a noise at the door. I got up to open it.

“Y/N, wait!” I heard Dean say, but I still knew that sound meant someone needed to come in, so I opened the door anyway. A very pretty lady with long, red hair and nicely done eyeshadow walked into the room. “Who are you?” I asked, trying to flirt a little. She was very pretty, but Dean coughed, and shook his head at me. Right, I’m with him. Oops.

“Spell’s progressed I see,” she looked at Dean and then Sam. She talked funny, but it sounded nice. She kept walking inside, so I closed the door. If they really didn’t like her, I was sure Dean would protect me.

“We asked for intel, Rowena, not a house call.”

“Well, I have a feeling you’ll come to thank me.” She turned towards me, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch her hair.

“Your hair…it’s so bouncy!” I exclaimed, running my fingers through it. It’s so soft, I want my hair to be like that.

“Why thank you!” She said, a big smile on her face. She looked at Dean and Sam. “Do we have to fix her?”

Both sighed, and said at the same time, “Rowena.”

“Boys.” She smiled at me. They said a bunch of words back and forth, but it was hard to focus again, because things got a little fuzzy and Rowena was petting my hand. It felt nice, like when Dean did it, but she was softer.

“Come here.” Dean pulled me away from the nice lady, and sat me on the bed. “Y/N, you remember HBO?” I shrugged. He clicked the button on the rectangle, and the movie came on.

“Oh! Scooby!” I shouted, watching the dog on the screen for a while, drowning out the three of them. Scooby was more interesting anyway. Eventually, I laid down on the bed, watching the dog being chased by the ghost. Someone laid down behind me, pulling me into his chest. “You know who I am?” he asked softly, giving me a kiss on my neck.

“Of course! You’re…D-Dan?” I asked, turning to face him, snuggling closer. He tried to smile. “Close, Dean.” I smiled brightly at him; that felt right. “You’re my Dean.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m yours.” He buried his hand in my hair, little tears in his eyes. He started to tell, no remind, me what was happening. As he kept talking, I felt myself getting sadder, and tears started to fill my eyes too.

“I can feel it,” I said finally, looking right at him, trying to memorize his face, the way I felt laying here with him. God, it felt good. It felt…right, and this was what I was going to lose? “I can feel it slipping out of my head.”

One of his big hands continued stroking my hair, his thumb brushing against my scalp. The other cupped my cheek. “I’m not going to let that happen, Y/N/N.” His bright green eyes looked back at me, and I could tell he was asking me to trust him.

It was that moment that I broke. “I don’t remember everything, Dean,” I emphasized, because I wanted him to know that I knew who he was, “but I know I don’t wanna forget you. I’m scared…” I choked on a sob, and he pulled me tight into his arms, holding me close. “I’m scared I’m going to forget everything.” The tears started to fall from my eyes, and I buried myself further into him.

“I will fix this, Y/N, I promise,” he said again, and I felt his lips on the top of my head.

“Okay,” I offered, hoping that he was right. It was slipping away, but I knew him at that moment - he was my Dean, and he would take care of me. I knew that was true.

Dean pulled back, lifting my chin with his finger. He kissed my lips, then my forehead, lingering there. Then he got up, going back to the other guy. SAM, I thought, tried to commit it to memory. Sam. Sam and Dean, I kept repeating, making my mouth form the words, hoping that would help.

I continued to lay there, trying to remember the details. My name is Y/N. Dean is my…well, mine. Sam is my best friend. R…Ramona is a friend. My name is…what is my name? I couldn’t bear to turn over to ask. I may not remember his name, but I knew the people on the other side of me were important, and I didn’t want to make them sad.

Sometime later, I was alone with the pretty lady. The men left to do things, they told me what, but I couldn’t remember, and I was supposed to be here. With the lady. She was putting stuff on the table, so I tried to help.

“Stop touching everything!” She scolded, swatting my hand away.

“Sorry.” She gave me a little doll, and started to tell me a story. I tried to listen, playing with the sharp pointy things and the dolly.

“What have I done?” I turned to her, when she talked about a gift.

“You’re a killer, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Wait…I kill people?” No, I don’t kill people, that’s not right…

“Scores. You may be a stubborn pain in the arse, but everything you’ve done, you’ve done for…ugh, the greater good.”

I looked at her incredulously, “Oh, and that’s supposed to make it okay?”

She walked around me, answering, “Oh, I wouldn’t know. You help those other than yourself. Me, I’ve done horrible things, and I told myself it was fine…”

The pretty lady kept talking, and I tried to follow what she was saying. It made sense, but I couldn’t put it into context. She touched my nose, and I giggled. That’s when the rectangle next to her lit up and rang. I heard a familiar voice on it, but I couldn’t place where I knew it, or who it was. Some other voices were in the background, and I could tell something was wrong. Then the familiar one started to yell before it all went black.

I woke up in a car, seeing a note that told me what to do. Your boys have been kidnapped by a witch. Found the stupid car and left you here.You turned to the door, and found another card: Stay. Uh, no thank you. It’s boring in here. I shrugged, getting out of the car and walking to the back out of habit. I went to the trunk, where I found another little paper: Open me.

WOW, look at all this…witch killing bullets, the paper says “this one,” so I should pick this one! I picked up the gun like the note told me to, and my hands seemed to know what to do better than I did, popping the bullets in the gun.

I walked into the house, finding a blonde lady throwing things at the pretty red-haired lady. I pulled the little lever on the gun, and it made a clicking noise that made the blonde lady stop.

“A gun? You really think that’s gonna work on a…” I raised my hand with the paper that said “WITCH KILLING BULLETS.” I know how a gun works, lady, I thought, smiling. I just hope that’s what you are.

She turned back to my friend, and I pulled the trigger. She fell quickly, and the red lady dropped to the ground as well.

All of a sudden, three men ran down the stairs in front of me. I put the gun back up, knowing that was what I was supposed to do. The man in glasses just looked at me. The one with long brown hair pointed at himself and said NO, and when I looked at the man with the gorgeous green eyes, I paused. I’m sure I know him, I thought, my forehead creasing as I tried to think. He looked at me, shook his head, and said “First guy.”

I didn’t hesitate after that, putting a bullet between his eyes. The two men behind him took a big breath after that, looking at me with smiles. I smiled back, turning my gaze to the one I knew and throwing him a thumbs up.

When they came down the stairs, the one with the spiky hair put his lips on my forehead, wrapping his arms around me. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, moving back to look at my eyes. I still couldn’t place him, but I knew he was important. “Rowena!” he hollered, not letting me go.

The pretty red-haired lady stood, waving me towards her. I looked at the man holding me, who nodded. “It’s okay, go with her.” I followed her up the stairs. When we got to the top, she said a lot of gibberish, and I could see a bright purple light around me. It all came back like snapping a rubber band.

We walked back down the stairs, and I looked between Dean and Sam, furrowing my brow like I was concentrating to remember.

“Is that it? Is it done?” Dean asked, worry etched deep in his features.  

“Who the hell are these two dudes?” I felt guilty for teasing them, more specifically Dean, but I just couldn’t resist.

Dean looked crestfallen, Sam disappointed. I broke out in a big smile. Dean visibly relaxed, and Sam followed, giving me the face. “Sweetheart?” Dean tilted his head, waiting.

I nodded, running into his arms, and crashing into his lips. I could feel his relief in the kiss, and I melted a little at how worried he was for me. I broke the kiss, knowing Sam and Rowena were still behind us, and I could tell Dean didn’t seem to care at all. “I’m back, baby,” I whispered, running my hands through his hair to reassure him. “And I remember how much I love you.”

“You have no idea how much I missed hearing that, Y/N/N. I love you too, sweetheart. Now, let’s get the hell out of here.” Dean pulled away, lacing his fingers with mine, and we followed Rowena and Sam out of the witch’s den.

We got back to the bunker later that day, after securing the spellbook from Rowena, tired and ready to crash for a bit. I hugged Sam before we parted ways to our rooms, thanking him for his help, heading to Dean’s and my room with my duffel. I thought about showering first, but I saw the bed and nixed that idea quickly - curses really took it out of you.

I dropped onto the bed, almost done untying my shoes when Dean walked in, closing the door behind him. “You want first shower?”

I shook my head. “Go ahead, I’m exhausted.” Dean nodded in understanding, leaning down to kiss the crown of my head, skilled hands unbuttoning his flannel. “Lay down sweetheart, I’ll only be a couple minutes, then I’ll join you.”

“Enjoy,” I muttered, scooting up the bed to rest on my pillow, finding I didn’t even have the energy to change out of my jeans. Dean left, Dead Guy’s robe in hand, and I waited, trying to come up with any of the memories I was missing, and failing. I could remember bits and pieces, like shooting the witch and Rowena removing the spell, but that was about it. I hadn’t gotten many details, just the highlights of the last couple days from the boys. Sam did show me my performance from the bar on his laptop on the way home though, and I gotta say, I was damn good.

I heard the door open, and scrunched my face at the light that flooded in from the hall. “Sorry,” Dean whispered. I heard him walk around the bed, to my side, so I turned my head in confusion. “I may be okay sleeping next to you without you showering, but not in those dirty clothes. C’mon sweetheart, sit up, I’ll help you.”

I moaned in annoyance, but complied, pushing myself into a sitting position. Dean pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side, and tucked my arms one by one into one of his clean flannels, buttoning it before helping me get out of my jeans. He lifted my legs back onto the bed, crawling over me to his side, his arms open so I could nuzzle into this chest. He always smelled so good after a shower, soap and a hint of whiskey. He was stroking my hair, his other arm stretched across his broad chest, pulling me tight to his side.

“I’m glad you’re back, Y/N. I hated seeing my girl slip away like that.”

“I’m sorry Dean. I don’t remember most of it, but honestly, if I didn’t remember us, it was probably a nightmare.”

“Actually, for the most part, you were pretty happy. I think not remembering all the crap in the past, everything that weighs us down, made you happier.”

“Don’t you even. I wouldn’t trade this, us, for anything. So no matter how happy I may have seemed, I can pretty much guarantee it was a nightmare for me. I love you, Dean. That makes everything else worth it.” I rested my hand over his tattoo, and he shifted, bringing my hand up to kiss my knuckles, returning it back to his heart, his hand covering mine.

“I hope so.”

I didn’t like the tone I heard in his voice, the sadness, the thought that maybe I would have been happier in another life. I couldn’t disagree more. So I tried a different tactic.

“Besides, in what other life would I have the opportunity to ride Larry the bull?”

I felt his chest vibrate with real laughter. “You got me there. Do you remember what happened afterwards at all?”

“No, I thought I saw and ran after the witch.”

Dean cleared his throat, responding, “Uh, you did, but between that and Larry, you gave me an offer I could never refuse.”

I groaned, “Oh no, I did?” I buried my face into him.

He chuckled again, and squeezed my hand. “Oh yes. After your little ride, you practically skipped to me, and whispered in my ear, ‘Care to finish what Larry started?’ and took full advantage of me in the handicapped stall. It was awesome.”

“Did I…?”

Dean dropped my hand like it was on fire, pulling my chin up so he could look at me, mock disgust on his face. “Please, Y/N, when have I ever, ever left you unsatisfied?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t lie. “Fair enough. I should have known better.”

“You’re damn right. And after you get some rest, I’m going to remind you of that fact. At least twice.” I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling again. Dean mimicked me dramatically.

I giggled, pushing myself up so I could kiss his perfect pink lips. “I love you,” I said, barely breaking contact.

“You know I love you, Y/N/N.” He kissed the top of my nose, then pushed my head back down on top of his chest. “Now, get some sleep so I can remind you in the morning.”

I smiled, falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

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lore on Five out of Five is an Ideal You Can't Have please!! I love that one soooo much 👉👈

your wish is my command, anon. <3 thanks for the ask.

LORE FOR FIVE OUT OF FIVE:

it was based on this fic

I've tried to do a sensory deprivation fic for Loki more than once. This was the...third? attempt

After watching SPN, writing THor and Loki's relationship was a little easier. Taking the messy dysfunction from SPN and finding areas where it overlaps between the brother pairs was interesting

After taking a break from MCU for the better part of a year, this was the first fic that I wrote and I finished and I felt so accomplished and happy with myself....only for someone to promptly tell me what a terrible job I was doing with the characters on another fic. Made me want to sit in the shame corner, lol. Actually, that's what this venty tumblr post is referring to.

a big portion of this fic was me exploring Thor's relationship with Sif and the Warriors, trying to figure out WHY Thor was chilling with them when he was ignorant to the way they treated his brother. The reason that Thor is so desperate to keep their friendship is because of how severely he and Loki were isolated as children. The fact that anyone would willingly choose to spend time with him outside of their family is utterly baffling to him and something he's desperate to keep

I have absolutely no idea what they killed at the beginning of the fic

I started the fic in Jan of 2021 and then finished it in may 2021 after a run. I very distinctly remember coming back and just wanting to finish something. I think I was about 10 pgs in and just shoved my way through the last bit

I had actually intended for THOR to be the one who was losing his senses when I started this, but it didn't end up that way

"Ranging from books to entire tables and something that Thor suspects is some type of stove" -- this is 1000% a reference to the classic "and even the kitchen sink was there" joke, which I thought was absolutely hilarious

^^^ this is a jab at the Loki series. Most of this is a jab at the Loki series, honestly. Wait. When on earth did I write this--

Oh dear. I was already taking pointed stabs at it and it hadn't even been released yet. Well. That's embarrassing for MCU.

^^^ this was inspired by watching SPN where they would bless cursed objects and that would often fix them.

"Though the cold hadn't bothered him, Sif's continued shivering had made them stop for the night. Loki had pointed her toward his newly made flame without a word." -- this is a reference to The Weeping Siren where they were all making fun of Loki for not being able to light a fire

"Loki's not a witch, but the Norns know he gets the funny feelings of one." -- This is a reference to BBC Merlin fics, where the Knights and Arthur refer to Merlin's magic as his "funny feelings"

^^^ Loki already knew something was wrong right here and didn't say anything because Thor got angry. The effects of the cloth-thing were almost instantaneous.

"There isn't a lot that Loki won't approach if Thor has first and vice versa. Their stupidity often goes hand in hand. And Loki wouldn't even go past the doorway, despite the giant monster that was attacking them. That's…that's probably more than just a funny feeling." -- there is no loki without thor and no thor without loki and that includes them being idiots

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"His mother has told him endlessly that one of the easiest methods to disperse curses is through fire or some other purifier. Salt sometimes works as well."

^^ i try to make a point in fics to have Thor not be completely ignorant of magic. Look. my sister is really REALLY into rocks and has infected me with knowledge of them despite my best efforts. there is no way Thor hasn't picked up something from listening to Loki rant about it for literal decades.

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^^^ Loki knew what was happening (mostly) throughout the entire fic. He just wasn't saying anything. From the moment the cloth touched him, Loki couldn't use his magic. He didn't know what to do and he was terrified, but he didn't know how or if he should tell anyone.

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""You should just speak up," Thor chides patiently, "I'm sure there must be something interesting underneath all of that hair," " -- shameless reference to Dean making fun of Sam's hair for all of SPN.

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Thor sighs. "Why don't you lay down? I'll get some supplies so we can start bringing down your fever. You should have said something."

A flash of relief and gratitude flickers across his sibling's face, brief, but intense. He wasn't expecting that, Thor realizes. " --- the last time Loki received help for something was..... WHEN??? POINTED LOOK AT HIS ENTIRE FAMILY.

Also this is not me projecting my family issues into this. Nope! (it is. My family issues are everywhere in this)

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"Thor allows him the moment of weakness, cupping a hand against the back of Loki's neck, trying to reassure him" -- I'm not sure if this is actually true, but I saw on BBC's Sherlock post that you only let people you deeply trust touch the back of your neck. I remember trying to research that as I wrote that line, lol. I never found an answer.

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^^^ I tried to make a point of showing how differently the Warriors were handling this and Thor. Thor actually addressed the problem and SAW loki, the warriors just ignored him until he annoyed them enough. It's like. The Warriors tolerated Loki and kind of pretend this whole thing wasn't happening. I didn't want them to be complete assholes, but it was a tough balance to write. They mostly ended up being assholes, lol.

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"Frigga smiles warmly at him, but her eyes are distant and dark. Thor looks, but isn't surprised that he can't see his father anywhere." --- ALSO making a point about how ABSENT Odin is from his children's lives. Frigga is there. Odin is just GONE.

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"Mindlessly, Thor dumps off his part of the recovered stolen items to the palace's head of artifacts and goes to give his report to his father." --- Loki is in the hospital and he is dying. They know this. Odin is in the throne room. He wasn't busy. Thor talked with him almost instantly. Odin was in the throne room by choice and couldn't be bothered to make an appearance in the healing wing. This wasn't an accident, it was intentional character placement.

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""If your brother had been killed, you can't imagine the realm-wide mess—" Odin releases a breath, stopping himself, -- I firmly believe that if Loki were to actually die, he would revert to his Jotun form and that would cause the realms-wide mess Odin is talking about.

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"—a witch created that to kill her enemies quickly and painfully by removing their senses then shutting down organs. I'd only heard rumors that her enchanted objects were still around. She created more than a dozen to send to her enemies." --- I like to imagine this was one of the witches that raised Frigga. That's how she recognized it so quickly.

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One of the few stories that I didn't end on a happy ending. It's kind of a bittersweet ending and this was intentional. I read this fic where Loki got possessed by like this mirror thing (mirror,mirror by lise, a03), and it ended as a MESS and it was so satisfying. XD

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House Party

Summary: You were invited to a party, little did you know, your best friend would be there too Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Squares:  Smut for Make Me Feel Bingo // Sat on their lap instead of the chair for SPN Fluff // Jensen Ackles for Winchester & Beyond Bingo // Stolen Kisses for Any Fandom Fluff // Slow Burn for Tell Me A Story Bingo // Friends with Benefits for SPN Mixed Bingo Warnings: +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Friends to Lovers, Smutish, cockwarming, alcohol, party, dirty talk, teasing, no panties, jealousy (mention)  Word Count: 1466 A/N:  This is my first attempt to actually write some graphic smut, so please be nice. In here you will also find some bolded prompts for the 7k follower celebration of @negans-lucille-tblr’s  This fic is unbeta’d so any mistakes (grammar, spelling, etc) are mine.

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It was Tuesday night when your calendar app notified you that you had your best friend Muni’s house party on Saturday. You texted her and agreed to meet on Thursday to buy clothes for the party.  You bought a two-part dress that you certainly were going to wear almost no underwear because it was really tight. You felt insecure by wearing something that tight but you couldn’t deny you looked amazing. 

When you arrived at Muni’s house, there were many people, and it was just less than an hour since it started. You saw some mutual friends, some men were drooling while staring at you. You were aware of that, but they didn’t care you could see them. In a way it made you feel uncomfortable. You were checking your phone every now and then like you were expecting a call or something.

You were about to flirt with a guy when you saw someone’s back. You could recognize that back everywhere. It was Jensen Ackles, he made it to the party. The last time you saw him, you were drunk and having sex. Amazing sex if you could brag out, the best you’ve ever had. You were staring at him when he turned around and saw you, he had a small smile, but then he saw what you were wearing and his eyes filled with lust. Yes, you were some feet away from him, and still, you were able to feel his intense gaze, he was undressing you with his eyes and you were ruining your panties to just thinking of him. You smirked at him, smiled like you were the only ones in the room, and went to find Muni. You were with Muni dancing and talking with some of her friends when you felt a presence behind you. You knew it was him, that unique scent he has, the perfume he wears, that undeniable presence you could identify without thinking.  Your body reacted at him, not the way you were expecting but you pressed and grind your butt against him.

-Hey sweetheart — he said to your ear, pulling a hand around your waist and getting you closer to him Your whole body shivered at hearing him in such a low tone. You kept grinding your ass against him. You turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips and then you left. Jensen was perplexed and you were red in embarrassment. Thank god for the alcohol you were drinking, sober you’ve never acted this way.

Jensen was one of your best friends and you were madly in love with him. You thought he was not interested in you, at least not like you wanted, you had sex with him in the past, but never flirted back the way it did today. He was different, he encouraged you to keep moving your ass against his crotch, he never stopped you. And when you kissed him, he never backed away. Your panties were ruined by now, you could feel how wet they were. You were ruined.

-Have you seen how Jensen looks at you? — Muni asked you Jensen appeared in front of you, stole a kiss and he continued his way. You were frozen, you weren’t expecting it at all -Oh my god — Muni exclaimed — What the hell just happened? She was surprised, she had never seen Jensen acting that way with anyone, not even with you.  -He is so into you. Buying that dress was the best decision you could ever make. -I still hate it. It’s too tight — you complained -Well, Jensen loves it. He can’t take his eyes off you. Clearly, he wants you in his pants -Half the men in here want the same thing. Besides, he just sees me as his friend, nothing more -Babe, the way he is looking at you, and behaving around you, doesn’t show him as just a friend. He is interested in you -He is just teasing. He would never be interested in me — you admitted sadly -Let’s wait until the party ends, and then you tell me. You’ll thank me later — he said and left you alone Wherever you were going, you could feel Jensen’s intense glare following you. Maybe Muni was right and he was interested in you, or maybe just wants sex. It wouldn’t be the first time, sex without feelings. 

You needed to go to the bathroom and he was just in the way. Two can play the game. You approached him and gave him a long kiss. He grabbed you from your waist deepening it. You broke the kiss and before he could say something you kept walking. You’ve just ruined a friendship. This was the end. Once in the bathroom, you checked your panties, as you expected, they were a mess. It was getting uncomfortable to have them wet, so you took them off and threw them on the laundry basket that Muni has there hidden. No one would know you are not wearing panties, the bottom of your dress is too tight. You felt uncomfortable at first, but you tried to not think about it.

When you got back to the party, Jensen was out of sight. You felt bad, it was your fault, you made him feel uncomfortable and he left. You went to the kitchen to grab another beer when you spotted him sitting alone with his phone in one of the corners. You grabbed two beers and went where he was seated -Nobody puts baby on the corner — you said while sitting on his lap instead of a chair He smiled and grabbed one of the beers opening up and handing it to you, grabbing the other for him. You accommodate yourself in his lap, making sure to press your ass against his semi-hard cock. Jensen could feel you and with his free hand, he grabbed you from your waist putting the hand over your thigh.  Just feeling his cock through the fabric and his hand on your thigh, you were getting even wetter. Jensen squeezed your thigh and kissed you on your neck -Don’t you get tired of teasing? Wearing that tight little dress giving nothing left for the imagination? -Mhm… Jay — you moaned moving your ass He moved the hand that was on his thigh higher to the hem of your skirt. You opened your legs. You seated sideways on his lap, putting one arm around his neck and the other near his crotch -Mmm sweetheart, you feel what you do to me? You make me get jealous of everyone wanting to devour you. -But I want you, not them— you said moving your hand to his crotch Jensen moved his hand higher and looked at you with lustful eyes. He smirked at you when he realized you were wearing nothing -What a naughty girl, no wearing any panties — he moved his hand inside your skirt -I bet you are really wet You moved your hand to his zipper  -Please, Jens — you moaned Jensen was hard, his cocked throbbed when you grabbed from under his underwear. You could feel the tip getting wet with precum. Jensen opened your legs a little more and moved a finger along your folds -Mmm baby, you’re so wet You opened his jeans and took his cock out. You got up and Jensen with wide eyes open realized what were you going to do -Are you getting my cock warmed? — He said helping you to sit on his cock -Mhm… Jens — you moaned while kissing him

You’ve had sex with him before, but today he was a lot bigger than you expected. Probably it was the position you were both seated, he filled you up and reached places no one has ever touched. He held you in place and started to kiss you. You could feel his cock getting harder inside you. You tried to circle your hips while making out with him, you needed the friction, but Jensen held you in place. -Jens… — You broke the kiss -What is it, baby? -I don’t know how long I will resist without moving -Me neither, sweetheart. I want you so bad -I want you too — You gave him another kiss — Let’s go to the guest room, I’m staying there tonight -Tomorrow I’ll take you on a date. That’s a promise

When you moved from his lap, you felt empty. He was quick to fix his pants and then you grabbed his hand, ready to be fucked out by your best friend. Muni saw that you were taking him to your room and smirked. A minute later you got a text “I told you. Please be quiet. I want all the details.”

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(Mostly) Destiel Fic Recs #5

This is a LONG recs post because it’s been a while since I did an update and I fell hard into reading one author’s work (DeanRH). In fact I could easily do a rec post just of their fics alone, but for this round I’m just going to pick out a handful of my absolute favorites so far, the ones I’d recommend to start out with, along with more other authors’ works I’ve especially enjoyed lately.

Absolution at the Five-and-Dime by DeanRH (125k)  - this is perhaps THEE DeanRH fic to start with if you want a good, long read with a little bit of everything (Roadtrips! Intriguing casefic! Americana! Tasty Dean/Cas pining! Wing!kink and unique angel lore! Kinky soul fisting and tentacles!) It’s kind of two of parallel stories in one: the first, a flashback to Dean and Sam's first year hunting on their own (as well as trying to avoid hunting, and John in general); the second on how Dean and Cas finally get together during an unusual case and when Dean is able to really let go of his past trauma and accept himself/accept love from Cas. 

What I love about DeanRH’s work is that they write from the unique point of view of a drifter, so they understand living on the road, traveling place to place, and the highs and lows of that life like no others I’ve encountered in SPN before. (The author’s notes are often as much fun to read as the stories themselves). They also write a kickass angel!Cas and never lose sight of his non-human traits and background. Their writing style is unique - almost poetic in nature, and I know some readers have found it difficult to get into. But it works really well for me in their SPN fic...gives it the flavor of oral story telling as might actually happen at a drifter’s camp (with one story written exactly as such). Be warned this particular fic does play up the idea of John Winchester being mentally abusive and Dean having to turn tricks when he was younger in order to support him and Sam, so there is some dark stuff. But as someone who grew up with mentally abusive parent, reading this was extremely cathartic to me and believably written (unlike some stories that go too over the top with abusive John, or just don't understand how that kind of abuse leaves lifetime psychological scars.)

The rest of this round’s recs below the cut.

Carnevale by DeanRH (18k) - Actually the first fic by this author I read, because I just couldn’t resist a story set in my favorite place in the world, Venice, Italy. Castiel is the Angel of Venice, banished there for so long he does not even know or remember the reasons why. But Carnevale season is the one time a year he can let his wings out - figuratively and literally. And during this particular Carnevale season, he meets an intriguing masked young American tourist there with his brother and their one night stand turns into something far more powerful than either expected. This one’s hot, romantic, and achingly sad at the end as it all ties together unexpectedly with canon-verse...though with a hint for the future so it’s definitely not totally sad. I loved how DeanRH clearly understands Venice as a fellow lover of the city, the side of it most tourists never see unless they spend a long time there. This story made me cry just from wanting to be back in Venice again.

Ice cream was sweeter, food more satisfying, everything was an epicurean delight. There was just something magical about Venice, and he had lived here in the city for hundreds of years, so the shine should have worn off by now.

But it didn't, and there was always something more, something wonderful to discover around the next corner. The painted eaves of a church. The beauty of two women dancing with flowers in their teeth across the Piazza San Marco one day, overcome by the sheer joy of just being there. The way the university students still created Venetian masks, like Castiel's extravagant volto mask and Dean's humble servetta muta, with crafts that had been handed down across the generations. The morning silence that lay against the stones.

Hard Landing by DeanRH (26.9k) - A bit similar in theme to Carnevale. A pre-series Dean and Sam are sight-seeing in Spain when an angel, struck by a babel-spell, crash lands right in front of Dean. A strange yet seriously hot encounter with the angel turns into something much more complicated when the brothers return home and realize something more serious is afoot and they are both trapped in the middle of it. This is another story where things are very much not as they seem at first (as fun as that is!) It features master strategist Cas at his best, with a side helping of delightful trickery care of Gabriel and Balthazar as they deal with Lucifer, Michael...and a few others along the way.

The Sacred Band of Thebes by DeanRH (14.5k) - The last DeanRH fic I’m gonna allow myself to include in this round up, because it’s just very soft and sweet and beautiful - for a story about Dean & Cas being magically transported back in time to ancient Sparta! This is another story infused with a great knowledge of place and history, with some wonderfully delightful original characters added in that make it all the more enjoyable to read.

And now on to some other authors, I promise!

IPAMIS OL OLPRIT by emmbrancsxx0 (56k). A really wonderful fic that take a different look at what might have happened with a temporarily resurrected John Winchester during Season 14. Dean & Cas are in an established relationship here, and John here isn’t too happy about it — though mostly because he sees Cas (and Jack) as monsters, the kind of monsters he spent his lifetime hunting. This is a great fic for the emotional complexity of how John, Dean and Cas are all handled. John isn’t a cardboard evil dad, Dean is struggling between his loyalty to his father and to Cas, and Cas is increasingly bitchy/frustrated at Dean still being so desperate for his father’s approval (and all the more complex for not just being a quietly suffering perfect supporting boyfriend.) There’s some great action sequences in this too along with the emotional angst and a delicious dose of hurt!Cas if that’s your thing (as it is for me :D)

Abrenuntio by Neonbat (51k). A very dark but compelling AU take on the/a apocalypse universe. Dean, Sam and John are all alive in this post-angel war-apocalyptic world. They are part of a group of human survivors fighting against the angel army when they manage to capture “Blue” — a particularly feared angel of death. Dean is tasked with bringing Blue in for interrogation and he becomes a prisoner in their camp after John is killed. As mentioned, this is a pretty dark/sad fic (with some rather gruesome torture scenes) but I still found it quite compelling as a look at how things could have gone in some other parallel universe. And somehow the author manages to make the Dean/Cas relationship come together despite them starting out as complete enemies. This is one of those AUs that works for me because the core of the characters really shine through despite the differences in the setting.

if it all fell to pieces tomorrow by spocklee (37k) - a gorgeous post-Empty rescue fic that takes an approach I haven’t really seen explored in detail before (despite being something I’ve actually thought about as something that could’ve happened.) What if Cas has spent so long denying himself happiness, and then trapped in regrets and false-rescue scenarios created by the Empty, that he can’t trust that his rescue is real? And so he runs off to be on his own - literally stealing the Impala because he can’t handle being in Dean’s presence one moment longer - and only slowly comes to terms with the idea that it’s over now and he can be happy with/around his friends and family. This one’s both deliciously angsty and at times funny/sweet, looking at Cas’s relationships not just with Dean but with Sam, Jack, Claire, even Eileen. It does some fun stuff with other returned angels and demons who now find themselves back on Earth (and human), and...I just really enjoyed this one a lot.

Both Saved and Lost by angelfishofthelord (13.7k) Gen Cas character study, absolutely gorgeous and sad and one of those fic I couldn’t stop thinking about the day after reading it. AU where Apocaverse!Cas isn’t immediately killed by our Cas during 13x22 but instead hitches a ride back to the main ‘verse. Dean and Sam want to keep him alive for information on Michael; Cas is torn and trying to figure out just how similar—or different—they really are. Some great angel stuff here (I also highly recommend this author’s Jack & Cas “dadstiel” fics, they’re equally lovely and heartbreaking at the same time.)

flesh of the mighty by Mudprophet (2.7k) - THEE “What exactly did Dean eat in Purgatory, anyway?” fic you’ve probably already heard about. *cough* I’ve been trying to work up the courage to read this one for a while and finally gave in and OH MY CHUCK I’m so glad I did. It’s perversely disturbing and beautiful at the same time, Cas is wonderfully DERANGED and ALIEN in that way that I love it when fics managed to convey just how much angels are NOT human. Do heed the tags.

Full of Grace by ilovehowyouletmefall (11k) - Another one for the weird-as-fuck-angel!Cas lovers’ list. Heaven/canon-compliant fic where Dean knows he should feel happy and at peace but he just...isn’t, even with Cas and all of his friends and family there. He finally goes looking for Cas when he’s been absent for a time and, for the first time, gets to not just see but experience his true form. Another one that hits some kinks I knew I had and others I didn’t...until now. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

don't ask me where i've been by saltwound / @1x06 (8k) - I can never resist a good 09x06 fiction gap fic! What makes this one really stand out is how well it captures Cas’s internal voice - his struggles adapting to human senses, limitations and emotions versus what/how he experienced things as an angel. The longing and feelings between Dean & Cas here are so achingly beautiful and I just wanted to cry when Cas says he misses hearing Dean’s prayers, so Dean, he...oh, I’m not going to spoil it. *happy sigh* Just read it.

this room is wrong by DarkHeartInTheSky (12k) - Sometimes I like torturing myself with some good 15x03 divorce arc angst and this fic hit that button just so. It’s an alternative take on where Cas might have ended up after leaving the bunker and features some great Cas & Sam friendship feels, when Sam sets out to try to bring Cas home. It’s all the stuff you’d wish the writers would’ve let them talk out in canon.

Well that’s more than enough for this round! Go forth, read and give some great writers some kudos & comment love!

[aerialflight]

Fic Recs (cause it's always nice to give a shout out and get people into things I'm into rn)

[The Magnus Archives] (I recently finished the podcast and I fell into a hole for a while so here you go)

Sing a Song of Sixpence by Kaiel

Ship: Jon/Martin

In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all.

Takes place in season 1 featuring Jonah Magnus’s slow decent into madness

(The new mythology interwoven with tma's worldbuilding is so freaking good and I love how all the characters change and develop because of these changes. Also, f you Elias)

Along Came a Spider by Dribbledscribbles

Ship: implied Jon/Martin

Sasha James is the Archivist, as expected. Martin Blackwood is menaced by Jane Prentiss, as expected. Elias Bouchard weaves his web, as expected.

All goes as it should.

At least until something calling itself Jonathan Sims steps in.

(Web!Jon in this makes me want to weep, it's so freaking good. A pretty long, very excellent oneshot on what could've happened if Jon got taken by the web when he was a kid. And Sasha as the Archivist is ALWAYS so cool, we love her in this house.)

A Break in the Clouds by Ash_Rabbit

“I’m eight.” the kid sniffs as if eight was any different from four, maybe not an unspeakable horror then, just a regular horror. “And I heard that the Magnus Institute deals with-” his little nose scrunches, cute. “-spooky things.”

“Do you have a-” he cracks a grin, and then rethinks it as small hands tighten against their burden.”-spooky thing to deliver?” gods he hopes not, it’s bad enough when adults walk in and lay out all of their baggage, but for a child-

“There’s a spider in this book.” the kid says solemnly, raising his textbook sized parcel. “It ate Evan Pritchard.” a bloody fucking Leitner. Of course an eight year old would find a murder spider book. “This seemed like the best place to bring it.”

(I never thought about what the Original Elias could've been like AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE OF THIS FIC. I LOVE HIM, HE'S COMPLEX AND HE CARES AND JON CARES AND THEY BOTH CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. THIS IS THE CONTENT I WANT, OMG. Also, Jon being even smaller than usual is adorable, so cute. No wonder Elias wants to hug him, a LOT.)

See the Line where the Sky meets the Sea by The_Floating_World

Ship: Jon/Martin, Jon/Oliver Banks

When Jon is a child he looks into the infinite abyss of space. The Vast looks back into him.

(One of my all time fave fics in this fandom, no questions asked. I have reread this three times and am open to doing it again, god. Vast!Jon, such a concept. It's written so beautifully and the relationships Jon develops, so good. ugh. My heart. Please please read.)

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Ship: Jon/Martin

“Come in, Martin,” he says, not looking up from his notes.

“Hi, Jon,” he says, and Jon stops writing at the sound of his voice. “We’re out of the green tea, but we’ve got lemon?”

Jon looks at him. Martin smiles at him in his usual tentative way as he sets the mug of tea down on Jon’s desk. Heat spikes so sharply in his gut that he twitches with it.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says, mouth dry, and he stands up.

“Oh,” he says, sounding almost surprised. He smiles again. “No-- no problem-- um, what are you--”

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

(You have no idea how much I howled through this fic, my god. *buries face in hands* The number of times I wanted to cry from sheer hilarity and horror reading this good lord.)

Things Could Always Be Worse by theOestofOCs

Ship: Jon/Martin, Georgie/Melanie

Sometimes, the most horrifying thing of all is what might have been.

Somewhere, Jon could swear he heard a crowd laughing.

Or: in which Jonathan Sims is forced to swap places with his alternate self—a tall, chivalrous hero extraordinaire, who knows neither fear nor nuance—and is sent to the aggressively straight alternate universe the Magnus Archives was never meant to be.

“Whatever place this is,” Jon announced, “I just want to be sure it knows I hate it.”

(I will say this once, THIS IS THE MOST CURSED THING IVE EVER READ EVER. Like holy hell. I can't believe this thing exists. please read it oh please please please)

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[Supernatural]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you) by Schmuzz

Ship: Dean/Cas, Jessica/Sam

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things:

1. Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; 2. He has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; 3. He keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who seems to be about as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is.

For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

(THE fic I'm most into right now, been following this from the very start and it's AMAZING. Cas has agency and is making friends and S1 Dean is growing out of John's influence and is becoming a Person and the both of them first being friends then more. The slow burn as their relationship develops, SO GOOD. SO SO DAMN GOOD. *screams* Seriously one of the best spn fics I've read in a long, long time.)

anamnesis by cenotaphy

Ships: Castiel/Dean, Sam/Eileen

Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be.

* Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19.

(THIS IS THE FIC THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE FINALE OKAY. WHY COULDN'T THIS HAVE BEEN CANON. It's Disturbing and honestly plot-wise this makes more sense. Why couldn't we have had this. *screams*)

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[Avatar: The Last Airbender]

where the stars do not take sides by WitchofEndor

Ship: Sokka/Zuko

When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.

Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

(The fact one of the tags in this fic is, "Sibling Dynamic: Fucked Up But Wholesome" should give you an idea what this fic is like. Chaotic as HELL and I just love Azula here, she loves Zuko so much in her messed up way and Zuko loves her back in the exact same way lol. It's batshit and I am Here For This.)

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[Naruto]

Eclipse by AislingRoisin (JayBird345) for HybrisAnaideia

Ship: Nara Shikaku/OFC

"In life, it's easier to remain stagnant and wallow in your troubles. But life isn't merely about continued existence, nor is it meant to be gone through alone."

(This is a fic that's slept on and I NEED people to read this. A self-insert fic that I find really interesting in its approach and the worldbuilding for the post-third war shinobi world is fantastic. I feel like there's a certain pattern with self-insert fics, not that is a detriment in any way to how much I enjoy them, so this fic feels fresh to me in a way I haven't read in a while. I am waiting eagerly for this to get updated! Please read!)

On Freedom and Other Formalities by iaso

Ship: Kakashi/Genma/OFC

When push comes to shove, Hiwa Inuzuka doesn't go down easy. Reborn into a new, dangerous world? She puts her past life as a spy to work. Thrown into a war? Hiwa does her duty, for Konoha. And when she's forced into an arranged marriage? All there is to do is beat them to the punch and get married first. Thankfully, Genma Shiranui is willing to lend a hand. Literally. SI/OC

(Listen, LISTEN, it's about the slow burn, the longing, the communication (it both has and hasn't and isn't THAT great??), the messy way you fit three very different people together, it's so freaking good! Also, Kakashi is so Chaotic here this is my fave characterization of him, you can't change my mind. And Genma is a Good Boi who is Doing His Best, along with the Self-insert character who I LOVE SO MUCH, SHE'S FANTASTIC FNEIWOPAF. Sped past this fic in the speed of light, I could not stop reading!)(Honestly, read all of the author's fics, they're all really REALLY good!)

Building a Castle by WhisperingDarkness

Without needing anyone to tell her, Sakura knew that talking to someone no-one else could see or hear would make her weird. It would draw the bad kind of attention to her, something people could make fun of her for.

She didn’t like being weird, but she did like the voice. Her inner voice was helpful and it was a part of her that had always been there. The idea of it not being there would have been so much weirder than anything else.

It was during her first year at the Academy that Sakura realised the voice was not in her head at all, but that it came from a cloudy shape floating next to her.

(Basically a short-ish retelling of Hikaru no Go. Only with more Shogi and Nara and Ninja's)

(Sakura can see ghosts (I'm noticing this is a popular trope for her) and it's really cute haha! Her relationship with Tobirama is sweet and I just enjoyed reading this so much.)

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[The Magicians]

So Long (And Thanks For All The Books) by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

Ships: Quentin/Eliot, James/Julia, Quentin/Margo/Eliot

When Quentin is told Julia wasn't admitted to Brakebills, he realizes he has a drastic decision in front of him. If he tells Julia about magic, he'll have his mind wiped as well as hers. But he can't just leave her behind, either. He can't lose his best friend, and he can't let her life a life with her magical potential stolen away from her.

So he makes a third choice.

(Really, and I mean REALLY well-done canon divergent fic, this is the Quentin & Julia friendship fic I have been looking for forever. It explores so much of what could've happened and I just love Quentin here, I really really do. Characterization done so right. I also recommend the author's other works too. Been a follower of them for a long time, they're great.)

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[Game of Thrones]

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

(I swear, this fic made me laugh so many times, all the Stark are BAMF and fantastic, and Rhaegar gets Wrecked lol. It's crack btw, and the plot goes in directions you'll never guess and it's amazing hahaha!)

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[Haikyuu!!] (I am very very late to the fandom but here I am)

Ballare (To Dance) by MidnightSparks

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, and platonic Kageyama & Kentarou (really love their friendship)

Kageyama’s first love is volleyball. His second, however, is ballet.

In one world, Kageyama Tobio is left behind by his parents. In this world, the existence of soulbonds keeps Kageyama’s parents in Miyagi and leaves Kageyama in the care of his grandma and grandpa.

(In which soulmates exist and that changes everything and nothing at the same time.)

(*buries face in hands* I have fallen for this ship so hard and I can't get out fudge me. I understand now. Their DYNAMICS FIEWONPAF)

Kings of Tomorrow by bokubroya (liarielle)

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru

On the eve of Tobio’s 16th birthday, he counts down the seconds to midnight, and emerges with Oikawa Tooru’s name on his wrist.

It’s been two years since then, and Tobio thought they had an understanding. A silent, never spoken about understanding that this thing between them is nothing, and they’re going to pretend it doesn’t exist.

Of course, it’s just like Oikawa to change the game and leave Tobio wondering what comes next.

(I am WEAK for soulmate fics between these two, I don't even really like soulmate fics half the times what is WRONG WITH ME-)(Please suffer with me, I'm begging you. Its a good fic, thumbs up.)

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[Crossover]

Honey and Magic by JustARatherVerySillyWriter, White_Squirrel for Super Carlin Brothers

Fandoms: Matilda (yeah you read that right), Harry Potter

Everyone knew Matilda was a rather extraordinary child, but even she didn't know she was a witch. Matilda Honey receives her Hogwarts letter in the year of the Triwizard Tournament, and soon, she will leave her unique mark on the magical world.

(Do I even need to explain how amazing it is to have Matilda in the wizarding world? And Matilda is a HUFFLEPUFF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL THIS FIC IS GREAT PLEASE READ!!!)

An Eye for an Eye by DpsMercy

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale

In which Jonathan Sims is not from the UK but instead, if you took his origins and turned them sideways twice then flipped them over, he technically would be from the US, the town of Night Vale specifically. Elias can’t do shit about it and gets a headache and slowly creeping madness instead.

(Look, I know probably everyone has read this because if they haven't, what have you been DOING with your lives??? Jon interning at Night Vale is Incredible, nothing phases this man, it's Delightful. I laughed so many times reading this, I'm not even kidding right now. Read or perish.)

The Favour by R_Cookie

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Ship: Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter

Percival is ten years old when his grandfather tries to tell him that he's ensured the greatness of the Graves legacy for him, that he ought to be eternally grateful - but the explanation is hijacked by a stranger who manages to intimidate Chester Graves with an ease never seen before.

or: Hadrian (Harry) Potter is the Master of Death, who grants Graves a boon. Nobody could have known that the Deathly Hallows didn't turn you so much into the 'Master of Death' as into the anthropomorphic personification of Death. And so, Death becomes Percival's guardian angel, and Percival does not spit out his cereal.

(Look, I don't know how I stumbled back into the FBAWTFT fandom either, it just happened and I'm grateful for that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this amazing fic. Their relationship is slow and strange and I just love how Percival is characterized here. Also, one of the tag promises that it deviates from canon so I am really, really excited for that! XD)

baby that's what i do by natanije

Fandoms: Naruto, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

"Are you telling me," Hidan exclaims, incredulous, "that you collect money all this time to give to orphans?!"

Kakuzu pauses. He blinks a few times.

"Huh. I guess I do."

(Tsuna reincarnates as Kakuzu and it's HILARIOUS. HE'S SUCH A MOM HAHAHA)

[missroserose]

Fic Writer Question Meme!

Thanks for the tag, @venhedish—I love stuff like this! I'd apologize in advance for how long this is likely to be, but I suspect we share that tendency, haha.

How many works do you have on AO3?

20 total. I've been publishing there since late 2018, so about three years now. That sounds right for me—I'm way too perfectionist to ever be prolific.

What's your total AO3 word count?

125,744! Apparently it takes me three years to write a novel's worth of words I feel are worth publishing...which also sounds right.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three, primarily: The Lost Boys, Stranger Things, and Supernatural. Mostly Stranger Things, since I was pretty enmeshed in the Harringrove community for about a year and a half, though these days I'm hanging out more with the SPN crowd. We'll see if that translates to more fics.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1.) Sunflower (524) 2.) Quickly, look away (506) 3.) We'll Become Who We Meant To Be (383) 4.) Too Young To Fall In Love (333) 5.) When the Waters Start to Cross (283)

First, what's not surprising: all are Stranger Things/Harringrove works. I'm a little surprised to see that "Sunflower" had edged out "Quickly" as my most-kudosed story, for years it was the other way around—but maybe that's actually not that surprising—part of the reason I haven't been as active in the fandom is that I really love the darker and more complex renditions of Billy Hargrove's character (a la "Quickly") and since S3 aired it seems like the fashion has moved more towards more lighthearted fluff (a la "Sunflower"). Still, both are pretty undemanding smut, so it makes sense that they're on top; similarly, I'm not surprised to see "Too Young To Fall In Love" in the top five either.

I am a little surprised that "We'll Become Who We Meant To Be" is #3—it's honestly close to genfic, there's only the tiniest moment of hinted-at attraction in there. I'm not mad about it, I honestly feel like it's one of my better efforts; on the other hand, "Wake Me Up" was in a similar vein and it's close to the bottom. I guess there's just no telling what's going to catch on...in fairness, a 25K outsider POV novella is a much bigger ask than a 3K short story.

Honestly, I'm probably most surprised at "When the Waters Start to Cross" cracking the top five—it's a 52K+ WIP and a profoundly complex atmospheric existential horror/romance, which is, like, five strikes against it. I'm not mad about it, though—I love that fic, even if it is a huge time and energy suck, and it definitely contains some of my best writing.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! Sometimes it takes me a while, but I genuinely appreciate people taking the time to leave feedback (even if it's just a string of emoji!). And every once in a while I'll get really thoughtful or incisive comments that spark whole conversations—that's one of the best reasons to write fic!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Hmm...to be honest, nothing immediately comes to mind; I love angst but tend to want it to serve a purpose, i.e. it gets a character closer to who they want to be. So most of my endings are at least hopeful. *checks list* It looks like probably my angstiest ending is also my first fic posted, "Blue Masquerade". Poor Michael.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

I don't currently write crossovers; I wouldn't rule it out, but frankly I haven't come across an idea that appeals to me. Waaaaaay back in the mists of time I had a Daria/Harry Potter crossover that I was actually pretty proud of, but I got about as far as getting them to Hogwarts and then kinda ran out of ideas, so I never posted it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I can think of? I'm not big-time enough to get hate, haha. Worst I ever got was some rando asking for top or bottom tags, which I just ignored, and one person on "We'll Become" who was like "I don't like this pairing but you did a good job", which kinda had me like ??? thanks, I guess? I did get one comment on "Quickly, look away" from someone who felt like it was in a different headspace from the fic I wrote it as a sequel to, but that didn't strike me as hate, it's a perfectly fair observation.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

So first off, yes, and second...I recently came across this great Garth Greenwell quote that really gets at what I'm trying to do when I write smut:

In America in 2019 we are inundated with images of bodies to an absolutely unprecedented degree—images of eroticized bodies, images of sexual bodies; the Internet makes all our fantasies visible, and it trains us in new fantasies. And yet it also seems to me that our culture suffers from a dearth of representations of embodiedness, by which I mean of bodies imbued with consciousness. I’m not at all antiporn, but sometimes pornography (maybe especially Internet pornography, with its arms race of extremity) seems to want to evacuate bodies of personhood, to present them as objects. I think literature is the best technology we have for representing consciousness, and so I think there’s a kind of intervention that literature can perform in representing sex explicitly: it can reclaim the sexual body as a site of consciousness.

"Embodied porn" is probably the best description I can come up with—I love writing sex precisely because it's such a charged form of communication (Greenwell's words again), because there are things a character can do and say in that context that they never would normally. Like, sex acts are great and all, but what really does it for me is what's going on in their head, what's the history that brought the character to this point, how're they handling the inherent vulnerability and intimacy of this incredibly risky but potentially rewarding moment. Kink (whether through roleplaying, props, costumes, or whatever) is really just another way of adding to that personal meaning, since without the characters' reactions any trappings are meaningless.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, although I'd love to work with a translator someday (whether with fic or another context)—I'm fascinated by the inherent puzzles in translating between languages, especially with informal speech and its many idioms and cultural references.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet! I'd be open to the idea, but it definitely has to be with the right person...

What's your all time favorite ship?

Isn't that basically like asking a mom to choose her favorite kid? Seriously, I like different things about all of them...which one's getting the most attention depends entirely on mood and headspace and other effectively random variables.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don't have any I've given up on entirely, yet. Even Waters, as beastly complicated as it is, I've been ruminating on and adding to and arranging in my head lately...

What are your writing strengths?

Atmosphere, character, dialogue. I've said it before, I'm a capital-R Romantic at heart: I love writing settings that reflect and reinforce a character's headspace—while also implying what said character might be missing in their viewpoint.

Something I've noticed—my husband worked for years as a penetration tester, which meant he would regularly have to talk his way past people on a moment's notice. So, unsurprisingly, we both notice people, but he tends to observe their presentation (clothing, accessories, especially ones that're markers of social class and group belonging that allow him to tailor his approach), whereas I notice what they say and how they say it—and, often, what they don't say.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I suddenly feel like I'm in a job interview, haha. Perfectionism is a big one—I have a tendency to feel hopeless and quit if something's taking too long, rather than persisting until I get it sorted, even though some of my best work is stuff where I persisted. Also, I'm big on emotional intensity—which isn't a bad thing, necessarily, but I sometimes read back over my stuff and I'm like "geez, Ambrosia, ease up a bit"...I could definitely use some comic relief in my writing sometimes, but I think I'm often too insecure to try it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't have any in particular—I rarely do it myself, because I don't trust myself to do it properly. (Perfectionism again!)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Daria, way back in the day. My work is still up on FF.net...sometimes I wonder if anyone's ever going to dig it up and confront me with it, haha. (I doubt anyone will ever care that much...I guess I'm more just curious if my style from twenty years ago is recognizably me.)

What's your favorite fic you've written?

If we're talking about finished fics, probably either "Wake Me Up" or "Young At Heart"—they're both pretty oddball, but both required a fuckton of work and both came out pretty close to what I wanted. But "Waters" is my biggest baby...maybe I'll open up Act III to work on today...

Thanks again for the tag, Ven! I'm going to tag @ihni, @redmyeyes, @twobrokenwyngs, @skybound2, @sambrosia, @shewritesdirty, @introvertia, @coffeeandchemicals, and @anarchist-billy—if you're up for some rumination, I'd love to hear your thoughts on your writing!

[rupertgayesarchive]

hey jenn...

so tell me about your plot planning process

oh chi i hate this question so much askfjajfakds

okay okay so i had to think about this because?? i don't do a lot of this consciously. have any of y'all looked at writing advice stuff and tried to make it work for you?? i keep trying and idk... i really tried to be the type of writer with like, outlines and bullet points, and usually i might have notes of some sort somewhere... it's all very much a 'trust the process' um. process. so here's stuff i do? in some semblance of order, but more like for your reading benefit than how it might actually happen.

first of all - i start with a concept (that fucks, obviously). considering the current spn fic i'm writing and the last longfic i wrote (marvel fandom) were both borne of that age old 'i read all the fics with this trope so now i have to write my own', i guess that's a pattern?

second, once i have the beginnings of like, a Thing I Want To Read Badly Enough That I Will Bite The Bullet And Write It Myself, how can i write it, considering like, who i am? for heard from your mother, a spn character getting sent back in time to fix things isn't a totally unique plot, but i am someone who 1. has not actually watched that much spn and 2. really enjoys the early seasons. so pretty quickly i started to think along the lines of 'writing a time travel fix it would require an in-depth knowledge of canon that i don't have past like, s3'. then my brain starts spinning off in all these other directions which leads to -

plot, i guess? by the time i put out the first chapter of heard from your mother i knew how cas got sent back in time, kinda sorta what would happen, and a rough idea of the ending, but no real sign posts. i think the main other thing i knew was that dean and cas end up together before the end of the fic, but even then, i didn't really know how. i also thought it would be a fun idea to give cas a cellphone that sends him anonymous messages as another draw/guide to the story. since pre-pilot was mostly focused on dean and cas meeting and getting together, a lot of energy was focused in trying to get them to be in the same place at the same time, bond, and eventually become an item. which also means -

what stories happen within the story? in any of my longer fics, there's usually an A/B plot going, which can shift and morph and intertwine as the story goes on. In heard from your mother, the A plot is probably dean and cas getting together, up until s1 starts, in which case it's the 'find dad' s1 plot, and the B plot throughout the fic is 'cas needs to figure out what he is and how he got where he is now'. there are shorter c plots (like offscreen stuff that happens with jess, bobby, pamela, etc.) but they're shorter lived.

another thing plot-wise that i don't consciously think of too much but is still important is payoff. these can be big or small, but this fic is SO goddamn long that it's good to idk, give the readers *something*. early in s0, this was dean and cas meeting up again after doing their own thing, like, yay! fun treat! good times! or another clue to what cas is (aka the RIBS chapter). some fun reveal, like seeing an old character pop up again, or maybe another emotional moment, like the resolution of the scarecrow episode rewrite, where dean finally comes out to sam. these are all moments that i personally really enjoyed writing, and if you're in this fic for the long haul, i imagine you're reading and going 'omg, finally!' or 'whoa, cool' - just something to make you pick your head up after however many words.

when i actually sit down to write a chapter, i kind of know where i want things to end up? like a lot of s0 was making sure certain characters met each other, s1 was more or less the same as the canon s1 with more focus on how the characters have grown/changed, and everything else is made up on the spot. like the hunts in s0 were made by me thinking: 'oh this monster got mentioned in an early season of spn, dean probably hunted that before. let's find a town for it to take place in, and maybe write it in a way that highlights one of his character flaws' very much an early monster of the week type of fic - creature story with an aesop somewhere inside that prompts dean (and usually cas) to confront something about themselves and hopefully push themselves closer together. we see this in the chapters dealing with the gillepsie family and the crocotta, probably the most obviously? i try not to beat anyone over the head with it. heard from your mother has a writing style that is sort of like 'here it is, you make sense of what people are thinking/feeling bc i'm not narrating that' which is very spn and male coded of me i think.

if i ever get stuck on how to approach something, i usually will put the fic down and listen to music or read something else, or i just talk out the ideas i have (to a lot of people on tumblr actually! thank you!!) a lot of my writing is latent and i just kind of let it happen. there are definitely deliberate choices for some things i do in this fic (i mentioned this with a previous ask about putting stuff in the plot that could help the characters from being backed into a corner later on), but heard from your mother is still something that to me is like 'this is a fun little story, watch me type away at my google doc and see what happens!'. like i take it seriously, i want people to enjoy it, but i want to enjoy writing it just as much.

i guess my writing is just: find what you want to read, figure out how you could write it taking into account your personal hangups, get it started, know kind of where you want to end up, and have fun figuring out the stuff in between (and leave some breadcrumbs in the middle there so if you end up way off base and you're already putting out chapters you can write your way out of it).

[angelinthefire]

Forget your perfect offering is SO. GOOD.

Thank you for giving Cas the ending he deservedll!!!He deserves his wings and powers and heaven and other Angels!! He also deserves earth and love!! He deserves it all!! And the other angels deserve it too! It was so awesome to see the other Angels again and for them to get a better ending. I love the direction you took heaven. I think that is the most satisfying solution and also makes sense for what TFW have been fighting for.

But most importantly and the reason for this ask: you captured Cas SO WELL.

I’m not a writer so this might be dumb/wrong but I love you’re writing style (?). It just seemed like I was really in* Cas’ head as I read bc it felt like the writing was in his speech/thought patterns. Just the way the sentences were structured outside of the dialogue (the dialogue was amazing too) felt very Cas. Like he was narrating this story the way he narrated TMWBK and it was great.

Plus the way you wrote needy dean from Cas’ POV ??? I could literally scream about it for hours it was so good. so good. You described the intensity of his emotions soooo well. I felt like I* could feel the waves of it just like Cas could!! All the love and adoration but also the desperation and fear!!

the scene where the emergency lights were going off 🥵🥵🚨🚨🚨 I’m positive that made Dean’s Cas Derangement 10x worse 😂 Cas cannot put it down like that™️ and then expect Dean to be normal about him afterwards cnskfksk theres only so much a boy can take 💀

Also I have to mention the Jack/Megstiel interaction bc that was hilarious 😂 “He’s taken” lmaooo and how he walked up the stairs afterward 💀

Anyways sorry for rambling 😅😅 I just loved your fic so much theres so much to say!!

Thank you again for sharing ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much! It makes me so happy to get asks like this, you made my day!

Angels are one of my favourite elements of spn, and I feel like so few people write about them, especially not in the context of a Dean/Cas story. So I just put everything I love about them into the fic.

A lot of fic writers have taken the approach of getting rid of the afterlives as a fix to the problem of heaven, and something about that just doesn't sit right with me. I am an atheist, but in the world of supernatural, heaven and hell are entire planes of existence, and it doesn't make sense to me to get rid of them. Plus, heaven is the angel's home. And if we're questioning the human-centricness of spn, which a lot of fic writers do, and recognizing the humanity of monsters, then shouldn't angels get to live as angels, with all their powers, in their home? That's my whole line of thinking. And then just leaning into the fact that the theological aspects of heaven don't make sense, instead of trying to fix it, lol.

I'm glad you think I captured Cas well! I tend to default to Dean POV and find his voice very easy to fall into (I think most fic writers do, since he really is the POV character on SPN), so it was a bit of a stretch to write Cas' POV. But it was a good chance to get more philosophical than I normally would in a fic, and focus on setting in a different way, and indulge my cornier side, because I think that's how Cas sees things. So thank you!

With all of Dean's feelings, I was trying to get as much of his POV as possible without actually writing his POV, I'm glad it was effective!

The emergency light scene is one of my all-time favourite things that I've writen. :D

I imagine that almost the entire time that they're with Meg, Jack has an internal monologue of "What the fuck dad? What the fuck?"

Thanks so much for sending the ask, I really appreciate hearing about which parts of the story stuck with you, and getting the chance to ramble back! :)

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[bearmustard]

2021 Fic/Writing Goals

Ok, so, I go away for every new years and therefore I totally forgot to do a 2020 wrap up post, but I’m getting back on the writing horse after a crazy Nov/Dec period and wanted to make some commitments! 

I was SO proud that in 2020 I came back to fic writing, and published new fic for the first time in a decade (find them here and here!) I am also SUPER proud of both of those fics, and their reception has ABSOLUTELY given me the confidence to keep writing, so thank you so much to everyone for your encouragement. I especially want to thank @sashinalash, @twopoppies and @lululawrence, as well as the rest of the Panic Room GC, for their encouragement, support and cheerleading. I honestly could not have done it without you. 

Now, onto the 2021 fic writing goals!! 

Overall word count goal 

50,000 words - If I write all the fics I plan I will easily make this, but I have learned not to overestimate myself haha. This seems reasonable, with plenty of room for improvement :)

1D Fic: 

5x Fest Fic - This is due in 10 days, and I cannot wait to share it with you all. I have had it planned, blocked and (semi) drafted since Oct, so I’m on the home stretch. It is gonna hurt and I’m so sorry/not sorry at all. I wish I could say more. You’re just gonna have to read them all to guess which is mine!! 

In Those Years Pt 2 - The second instalment of my In Those Years series, and the follow up to At Risk I Fold, set throughout 2016, is story blocked but not drafted... yet. I am hoping to get it done by the end of the year but this is something I want to take my time on to get right, so it might take me a while. Who knows what will happen to inspire me?!

Melbourne Pubs AU - Another WIP I am sitting on that I am regularly thinking about - who knows if this will be finished this year but I am putting it here because Emma/ @sashinalash keeps egging me on. 

SPN Fic

If you haven’t noticed, I’ve kinda fallen deeply back in love with SPN in the past few months (over 12 years since I left the fandom whoops). I have two WIPS that I’m thinking about: 

Civilian - WIP - SPN/Generation Kill crossover (Alternate Season 5?) - In which pre-Series Dean joins the marines and goes to iraq, and Sam doesn’t find out until after Lucifer Rising. I have snippets of this written on my phone but it’s a bit all over the place right now. I guess I’ll just HAVE to rewatch Generation Kill (what a chore lmao). Most importantly, though, I have made a playlist, which means I’m serious about getting it done.

Alternate Season 12 WIP - Dean centric (duh) fic in which Amara brings back Charlie instead of Mary at the end of season 11, and lots of character work ensues. A really character based/figuring my shit out fic with lots of characters calling each other out on their bullshit. This will likely take me a while to write but I’m thinking about it a lot. 

Dark Angel Fic 

People who have been following me for a LONG TIME know that my original fandom is Dark Angel, which I recently rewatched. 

Escape and Evade AU WIP - ok, I have had this fic in my head since 2006 - and in my recent rewatch I finally solved how I was going to approach it. This is a deep cut fic that probably no one will read but it is so near and dear to my heart that I am putting it on the writing list anyway. 

Dark Angel Character Studies/Episode Codas - I also want to build my repertoire with a bunch of shorter DA character studies in prep for the fic. Putting these here as a goal because I am more likely to finish these than anything else. 

Tumblr Drabbles

Last year I published a bunch of my old tumblr drabbles and was surprised by how much I liked them, so I want to get back to taking ask prompts for short fics in any of my active fandoms. Good exercise! 

 I don’t know if anyone else has set goals but I thought I’d tag some people in case they want to do it: 

@harryanthus, @harryrainbows, @mercurial-madhouse, @lululawrence, @jacaranda-bloom, @reminiscingintherain, @cuethetommo, @twopoppies, @sashinalash, @indiaalphawhiskey, @cupcakentea, @choface, @heriz, @stunning-stylinson, @crinkle-eyed-boo, @cyantific and anyone else who is so inclined! 

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Lost In Translation - 2

Summary - Jensen comes to India and falls in love with a fan who accidentally sees him while he's lost and saves him cause she knows Hindi.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Indian!Reader

Warning - Fluff, fluff and fluff.

Word Count - 2.4k+

Square filled - Date Night ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - I finally decided to add a second part to this fic! I had fun writing in Hindi and English in Indian dialect and I am incredibly happy at how the fic turned out.

Spn divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

A/N 2- For all the non-Indian readers, a little info on some of the food names used in the story -

Rosogolla - It is also called Rasgulla. It's a famous sweet of India which is a speciality of Kolkata (West Bengal). It's a spongy, white, ball shaped dumplings made from chhena (An Indian cottage cheese)

Pulao - It is a famous one pot rice dish made by cooking fragrant basmati rice with aromatic spices, herbs and sometimes stocks.

Butter Chicken - It is an Indian dish made by marinating a chicken overnight in a yoghurt and spice mixture. The chicken is then roasted or baked. A sauce is made from butter, tomatoes, almonds and various spices, usually including the famous tandoori masala spice mix, and sometimes cream.

Vada Pav - Vada pav, alternatively spelt vada pao is a vegetarian fast food dish native to the state of Maharashtra. The dish consists of a deep fried potato dumpling placed inside a bread bun (pav) sliced almost in half through the middle.

Part 1

“Y/N! Listen to me, beta!” your mom exclaimed over the phone.(child)

“What is it, Ma? You know I can't cancel the date with him,” you told your mother, as you gave your makeup some final touches.

“Aise kaise tu us ladke ke saath ja rahi hai? Acche se pehchanta hai usko? How come you are going on a date with an absolute stranger?” your mother asked. (How are you going out with that boy? Do you even know him properly?)

“Ma, he is a really good man. Stop worrying about me now,” you tried to assure her.

“Lekin tere baba ko kaun samjhayega? It doesn't feel safe. What if he is a-” (Who will convince your father?)

“Ma! You know what, I will call you later! I am getting late and I don't want to keep Jensen waiting,” you said and went to your room to get your purse.

“Just call me when you get home. Call me if anything suspicious happens. Call me-”

“Ma!” You let out a defeated sigh, “Bye!” You said and disconnected the call. You shook your head at your mother's outburst even though you knew she would behave like that but you weren't going to cancel on Jensen just because your Mom didn't agree. You weren't a little girl anymore who needed her mother's permission for every single matter.

You groaned when you felt your phone buzzing again in your hands, interrupting your train of thoughts. You didn't want to talk to your mother again but you looked at your phone only to see Jensen calling you.

“Hey sweetheart,” your heart fluttered in your chest as soon as you heard his voice.

“Hey,” you greeted, “I am waiting for my Uber and-”

“No uhm..I'll pick you up,” he said.

“You don't know my address.”

“Uh-yeah,” he chuckled, “you can text me your address and Clif will drive over and I can pick you up.”

“It's okay, Jensen. I know my way-”

“No, just text me the damn address, y/n,” he said and you heard a muffled voice over the phone.

“Okay, if you insist,” you said, making him chuckle.

“I insist, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “see you in a little while.”

You disconnected the call. Texting him your address, you hoped that he doesn't get lost.

You spent the next hour checking your makeup and dress, trying to look perfect and occasionally going through your phone. You smiled as you saw the pictures from the con, as you scrolled through the gallery of your phone. You thought back to the day before the con, when out of pure luck Jensen had bumped into you, looking like a lost puppy. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. You walked towards the door and opened it.

“I thought you got lost,” you giggled, “again.”

“That was one time,” Jensen groaned, making you laugh.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you his signature smile.

“Thanks. You don't look bad yourself,” you blushed.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Haan, one minute,” you said. (Yes, one minute) You went back inside and retrieved your purse and phone and approached the front door again. You stepped out of the door and felt Jensen hands snaking across your waist. Biting your lower lip, you locked the door to your house.

“After you,” he whispered and guided you to his car. He opened the door to his car and you slipped inside it, Jensen climbing into the seat beside you.

“Where to, Miss-” Clif asked, trailing off at the end.

“Call me Y/N,” you said and told him the name of the restaurant as he set the GPS.

You looked to your side and saw Jensen watching you with a soft smile on his face. Your breathing hitched as he entangled his fingers with you. The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence only to be broken by Clif’s voice as he pulled the car to the side, announcing that you had arrived.

Jensen climbed out of the car, and waited as you got out of the car. He took your hands into his and started walking towards the restaurant.

“Table for two,” you said and the waiter guided you both over to a table.

“About that sudden change in plans,” Jensen said, as you both took a seat at the table, “Jared insisted that I take Clif with me because he was worried that I-”

“You would get lost again?” You giggled.

“....not really.” He cast his eyes down, as he spoke softly.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Jared-he is….uhm-he's a little wary about you, it's nothing, he is just looking out for me….you know,” the actor hesitated.

“I-I totally understand,” you said, making him look up to you, “I do. He doesn't know me, you are in an unknown country. I would feel the same too but I won't kidnap you.”

“I was hoping you would,” Jensen tsked, a smile slowly spreading on his face.

“I can but who will finish the show then?” you smirked.

“Now I think you only agreed to go on a date with me because of the show,” He feigned hurt.

“What can I say? I need to know what happens to a certain hunter.”

“A certain hunter, huh?” He smirked, as a waiter approached your table handing you guys a couple of menus.

“Yeah.” You saw his smile getting bigger, “those luscious locks of hair of Jared are really captivating and his hazel eyes.” You saw as his smile dropped and you couldn't help yourself as you laughed but he quickly recovered.

“Well I can't really blame you, I also tend to get lost in those eyes,” he joked, making you laugh harder.

“If I'm not wrong, this is your first time in India. Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked.

“Not gonna lie, I'm slowly starting to fall in love with India,” he replied.

“She is beautiful,” you remarked, and looked down to see the menu in front of you.

“Beautiful indeed,” Jensen said, only for you to look up to see him staring at you with fondness in his eyes. Your cheeks turned pink under his gaze and you gave him a soft smile. He dropped his gaze and started to skim through the menu.

“Considering this is my first time here, what Indian cuisine is a must have for me?” He asked.

“I like it that you are willing to try an Indian cuisine,” you smirked.

“When in India, do as the Indians do,” the actor said.

“Okay but do you think you can handle the spice?” You smirked.

“Are you challenging me sweetheart?”

“I'm not but I don't think you can handle our spicy dishes,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Bring it on. How spicy can it be?”

“Oh you have no idea but I'll go easy on this one with you and I would suggest you order Pulao which is a rice dish and Chicken Tikka Masala,” you said as he nodded.

“Have you ever been to the US?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, “But I want to. I really want to see the Grand Canyon.”

“That's a good choice,” he said.

“And maybe catch a show on Broadway-” your words were cut off as a waiter approached the table and you had to give him your food orders.

“I would gladly be your tour guide when you come to the US with a special tour around Texas,” he winked, making you smile.

“Maybe I'll call you up when I visit the US."

“I do want to ask you one thing. A lot of fans here recommended me something….a sweet, maybe-uh….something called Ros-roso-”

“Rosogolla. It's a sweet which is a specialty of my state. You have to try it. Tell me something, did you try the Vada Pav, considering you had a con in Mumbai?”

“Vada-what?”

“Vada Pav. You didn't try that? Really? Not even Jared?”

“No because we were always on the go go go and finally tonight we got some time off since Kolkata is our last pit stop before I have to fly back to Texas,” Jensen replied.

The night went on as you two got to know each other better. Your cheeks had started to hurt by how much you were smiling at his words. You were quite surprised at how well Jensen handled the food at first but you completely lost when he reached for the glass of water as soon as he had taken one bite of the chicken dish.

“Son of a bitch, why is this so damn spicy?” He jad exclaimed, making you burst out in laughter.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about casual subjects about friends, family and work life. You didn't even realise how the time flew by and the time with him came to an end. As you two were leaving the restaurant, Jensen took your hand into his, entangling your fingers with his.

The car ride was filled with silence except the occasional small talk between you and Jensen. After sometime, the car came to a halt in front of your house.

“I am flying back tomorrow morning,” he whispered as you approached your house.

“I enjoyed a lot tonight Jensen. Thank you.”

“No thank you. You made this weekend a really special one,” he smiled, making you blush and look down to the ground. He put a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded.

He cupped your face with his hands and tilted his head, slowly leaning into you. He pressed his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow and passionate and he took his sweet time to explore your mouth. You gripped onto his biceps to keep yourself steady. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself get lost in the kiss. Growing up in an Indian household meant you had strict parents and a nonexistent dating life. You always used to dream about that perfect man in your life, the perfect date, the perfect kiss - would it it be like the scene from your favourite Bollywood movie “Jab We Met” when Geet realises her love for Aditya and runs after him to profess her love or would it be like the last scene from “Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge” where Simran gets the happy ending with Raj?

But that moment, at your doorstep, when your lips met with Jensen's, all those thoughts had left your mind because now you knew everything - the perfect man, the perfect date and the perfect kiss.

“Hi,” you said as he finally let go of your lips. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“I want to make this work, Y/N/N,” Jensen spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

“But you will be in Texas and Vancouver, I will be in India. How- ”

“Long distance sucks but….come to the US with me,” he said.

“W-what?” You asked, slightly surprised at his wish, “I have my whole life here, Jay. I can't move to the US just like that. It's not a change between two cities. It's literally a change between two countries.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. I-I shouldn't have made such a stupid suggestion.”

“No. It's not stupid. I just need some time before I move to America. I can't move there immediately.” You said.

“Till then we will try to make this long distance thing work. I am willing to try if you are, sweetheart,” he said.

“I am,” you said and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Come to the airport with me tomorrow. I wanna see you again before I fly back,” he said, “I'll pick you up on the way to the airport.”

“Okay but-”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I was gonna say what will happen if you get lost on the way to your airport?” You asked with a straight face.

“I am never gonna live that one down, am I?” Jensen grumbled before laughing loudly.

“Nope,” you giggled.

“I am kinda glad I got lost. I found you,” he said, dipping his head to kiss you again.

“I think you should go now. You have an early flight. I don't want you to miss it,” you mumbled.

“What if I want to miss it?” The actor asked.

“Jay,” you frowned.

“Fine. I just don't want to let go of….this moment.”

“Hey you said it yourself. We'll work through this,” you tried to assure even though your own heart was breaking at the thought of him flying back to Texas. He gave you a quick kiss before making his way back to the car, leaving you standing at your doorstep. You stood there till you couldn't see the car anymore. You felt your phone buzz in your hand and you saw a text from Jensen about when he would pick you up the next day and a good night.

You felt yourself getting teared up. Being in a long distance relationship sucks. It was going to be a tough thing for both of you but you were both willing to work through it and maybe it wouldn't prove to be so hard.

“We'll make it work,” you whispered to yourself while standing at the doorstep like a mantra just like you whispered to Jensen the next day at the airport, as he kissed you one last time.

“I think I'm falling for you,” he whispered back, bumping his nose with yours.

“I am falling for you too, Jay,” you said, your hand fondling his shirt collar.

“Ackles!” The said man looked up and saw his best friend, Jared beckoning to him.

“Call me when you reach Texas,” you said.

“I will,” he said, “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Goodbye, Jay,” you said, your voice strained as you tried to keep your tears at bay. You watched as he walked with the other actors, glancing back at you one last time. You smiled at him and waved him a goodbye.

“I think I love you,” you whispered, sighing aloud as he turned around the corner and disappeared. You knew the con weekend would be the best experience in your life but you could have never guessed that it would change your life entirely. Life surely is unpredictable, isn't it?

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Which Fic

I was tagged by @stusbunker and @there-must-be-a-lock!

I’ll do a mix of CM and SPN fics.

Which of your fics…

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

For SPN, I think Never Saw Blue Like That Before. It’s Destiel, which is obviously a big SPN ship and I was really happy with how it came out.

For Criminal Minds, basically any series I’ve done that isn’t smut. But the three I’m happiest with are Upheaval, a season 13 ender fix it fic.

After a rollercoaster year filled with departing friends, jail time, and one of the most notorious killers the team has ever faced, the last thing anyone needs is this. A truck barrels toward a group of them, leaving their future uncertain, while others stand by unable to help in any way. What crosses their minds when their lives flash before their eyes? Even if the physical injuries don’t kill them, will they be able to recover?

Coercion - Started from a one line challenge.

You are just about to start your new job at the BAU after years of working to get there, when a man you don’t know approaches you with an evil plan and knowledge of every sordid detail of your past. What will you do? Will you give into the man’s demands? Or will you be able to find another way out?

And Caged

Years after Spencer’s wife is kidnapped, there’s a break in her case and she comes home. Or does she? Is she the same woman she was before her ordeal?

…got a better reaction than you expected?

For SPN, it’s probably The Perfect Storm, an Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader. It has about 260 notes but it was my first ABO fic and I was so fucking nervous about posting it, so I was surprised at the success it had.

For CM, honestly there are a bunch of smuts that I’m like...okay I wrote that and they BLEW UP. Most recently was Phone Calls Be Damned. I wrote it in like 20 minutes...it has nearly 900 notes. I work for ages on some pieces that BARELY get a tenth of that.

…is your funniest?

For CM, a lot of my general CM fics involving the whole team tend to be on the funnier side. I love Prank War, Secrets of the Bullpen, Pics Or It Didn’t Happen and In The Middle of the Night.

For SPN, I don’t have a ton of funny. But I think You Win or You Die is pretty funny.

…is your darkest or angstiest?

For CM, I’d have to go with Candyfloss and Novocaine, which was a collab with the lovely @cherrybombs-and-rabbitholes. 

For SPN, I’m working on what I think will be my angstiest to date, but the current one is Salvation, a Sam x Reader. I don’t really do angst super well. IMO, it’s my worst genre.

…is your absolute favorite?

For CM, it is impossible to pick. After 6 years writing CM, I have 1,000+ fics to choose from. Anything I’ve written as a request to “help” someone or make them feel better about themselves is important to me though.

For CM, it’s a Cas x Reader fic called Beauty In Stillness.

…is your least favorite?

Again, it’s hard to choose with Criminal Minds because I have so many, But I have a couple crossovers that I wrote early on in my writing that I don’t think are that good.

For SPN, it’s probably Searching for Oblivion. It was a Dean smut and one of my first forays into SPN writing. I don’t think it’s awful, but I can do better.

…was the easiest to write?

For Criminal Minds, the easiest to write was probably Passive Aggressive Partnership. I remember that one flowing pretty quickly.

For Supernatural, it has to be Cherry Red.

…was hardest to write?

For Criminal Minds, the hardest thing to write was Article of Faith.

For SPN, the hardest was Teetering on the Edge, another ABO, but I’m SO FUCKING HAPPY with how it came out.

…has your favorite lines/exchange/paragraph? (share it!)

For Criminal Minds, I am proud of a lot, but out of all the stuff I’ve written, a section from chapter 5 of Coercion stands out.

With the floodgates open, you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming. You stood up and got right up into Spencer’s face just as he’d done to you. Hotch had gotten up from his seat, thinking you were going to attempt to hurt Spencer, but you couldn’t Of course they couldn’t believe that under the circumstances. “I’ve been beaten! I’ve had my bones broken by the men that paid for me. I’ve been raped. I’ve had knives used against my skin because the rush of torturing and raping a 15-year-old girl got my clients off. I’ve been left on the side of the road with my thighs and vagina in too much pain to walk! I’ve been used as a drug mule! My only friend on the streets was murdered in front of me because I asked for a break and she had offered to take my client to let me rest. After all that, I tried to kill myself!” Your throat was raw, but you couldn’t stop. “But I had nothing. I had no money. So the only way I could think of doing it was to swallow the half a bottle of sleeping pills I had found in the trash. The next morning, I woke up in a pool of my own vomit. I took it was a sign that I was meant to do something with my life, so I pushed myself up. I walked away from the town I grew up in. Hid in sewers and pipes and abandoned buildings to make sure my pimp wouldn’t find me and kill me, or worse, rape me too, because he liked to do that if I haven’t mentioned it already, and send me back to my old life. I clawed my way up. I begged and cried and bled to get where I am now, and then that bastard came up to me and threatened to take it all away or he’d expose my past and kill you.

For SPN, there’s a section of Teetering on the Edge that JUST...I did it, man.

“Don’t you fucking dare pull that neanderthal bullshit with me, Alpha!” You yelled your throat hoarse. Sam dipped out of the area and back toward his bedroom. It didn’t matter. Whether he was here or not, you’d be seething. “You don’t get to decide my life for me! Have you ever thought that maybe I’d rather be in danger with you than safe without you?” He readied himself to respond but you pushed against his shoulder with a force that startled even you. “Did you ever stop to think that I’ve waited my entire life to find the person I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with? And that now that I found him, I’ll be damned if I let him go?”

You were on a roll. Dean wanted to speak, but you wouldn’t let him. “No! You didn’t fucking think about what I want! Because your number one priority is to make sure you don’t have anymore blood on your hands. Well, guess what. You don’t get to do that. Not with me! When you care, you get blood on your hands. That’s just the way it is. I get to make my own damn decisions!” It all just exploded out of you. You kept screaming and crying and drinking to the point where you weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore. As you kept going, your arguments shifted from his demeanor to your own health. “You claimed me,” you said, pulling your sleeve aside to shove the mark in his face. “You know what’ll happen to me without you? I could fucking die!”

Dean waited for you to stop ranting, steadily finishing his beer. Once you were all yelled out, he chose his words wisely. “There’s medication. You’ll be fine. You’re not going to change my mind,” he said flatly, trying to keep any sense of emotion out of his voice, even though you could tell he was right on the edge of acknowledging every amazing and shit feeling he was feeling in this moment. “I need you to get out of the bunker as soon as possible. For your own good.”

Without thinking, you reeled back and slapped him, open palm to cheek, relishing in the sound of the crack that reverberated throughout the bunker. “Fuck you, Alpha! Fuck. You.”

…have you reread the most?

For CM, I tend to only re-read things rarely when other people reblog. I’ll read something that they liked from a while ago and go, hell fucking yea. I wrote that.

For SPN, I re-read a lot of my Cas stuff because he’s my fucking angel :D

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

For Criminal Minds, read all the general fic. I think it gives a taste of how I write the entire team. Though given how much I write Spencer I think I have his characterization down most.

For SPN, I think I’d go with Beauty In Stillness for fluff, Salvation for angst and Satisfaction Comes From Sharing With Others for smutttt.

…are you most proud of?

For CM, overall, I think I’d go with Upheaval.

For SPN, it’s definitely, Beauty in Stillness, Salvation and Teetering on the Edge.

Okay, this was BALLS hard, but I enjoyed :D

I’m tagging @heycasbutt @impala-dreamer @because-imma-lady-assface @covered-byroses and @illegalcerebral 

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THE Conversation

Small SPN/GO Crossover - Not characters, just the idea that “hunters” and lower-level demons also exist in this universe. ReaderxAziraphale

A/N: I usually only write drabbles and bits of fic that never see the light of day, but I figured why not go ahead and post it!

Aziraphale and reader (and once Crowley pops in) put all their cards on the table, so to speak.

“Well it’s complicated.” Aziraphale sighed, nervously toying with the buttons on his overcoat. “What isn’t?” You replied with a shrug, “If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to.” He was visibly uncomfortable, despite having been the one to initiate the conversation that he was now desperately trying to get out of. Presently you were both sitting in the back room of his bookshop. The sign on the front door long-since turned over to ‘closed’, and two empty tea cups sat on nearby surfaces. “I want to. No, that’s a lie, I don’t want to talk about it. But I feel it necessary. It wouldn’t be right to withhold it from you.” He continued to fetter and you figured best to just let him get it out of his system. Though you were starting to worry at what could have him so distraught. You’d been coming to the book “shop” regularly (almost daily) for about a year, though you’d never seen anyone actually purchase anything. Nor had you purchased anything yourself. It acted as more of a museum or library, really. Aziraphale had quickly won you over, and had even introduced you to his friend Crowley. Though you wouldn’t admit it out loud, you’d developed quite a crush on Aziraphale. You couldn’t help but be infatuated with him - he was like warm tea on a cold day, and the first flowers of spring. He was warm and loving, and made you feel comfortable and content in a way you’d never known before. As for right-now, it looked like he may have finally managed the courage to say what he’d wanted to tell you. Aziraphale took a deep breath. “Y/N, my dear, what I’ve been trying to say is that, well... It’s just that I’m an -“ “Angel? You here?” Crowley’s voice rang out, growing louder as he approached, “Light was on so I thought you might- oh hullo! Am I interrupting?” Aziraphale looked utterly defeated. His shoulders slumped and he dared a glance in your direction. “I’m an angel. And Crowley is a demon.” “OH my Satan. You’re having THE conversation. Terrible timing on my part.” Crowley drawled as he draped himself over an empty chair, materializing a bowl of popcorn to much on while he observed. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. They were both so dramatic. The two ethereal beings eyed you, anxiously awaiting your response or reaction. “I know, silly.” You said, smiling warmly at Aziraphale in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I recognized the Enochian in your ledger. And you keep dropping feathers.” While you were talking you dug your fingers between the cushion of your chair, grasping for a moment until you produced a pristine white feather tipped in gold. “And as for Crowley, I could sense it but his eyes gave it away, obviously.” Both Crowley and Aziraphale stuttered and tried to grasp what you’d just said. “How in hell-“ “Well I’ll be damned-“ “How could you even-“ “Open my wings ONE time and they get everywhere-“ Not knowing what else to do in that moment, the angel snapped his fingers, producing a silver tray with three cups of tea. You reached over to select a cup, holding it delicately in your hands. He cleared his throat and attempted to regain some composure. “H-how long have you known? And how do you even know what Enochian is? And -“ You held up a hand to halt the barrage of questions. “You’ve revealed your secrets, now it’s time I reveal mine. Get comfortable, it’s kind of a long story.” Sipping your tea, you looked to both angel and demon, and began your tale. “My father was a hunter, and I don’t mean lumberjacks or turkey shoots. He hunted bad things. Supernatural bad things. That line of work you pick up a few tricks along the way. I know a couple of sigils for warding and protection, few spells and incantations, and by proxy a bit of Enochian. In the early 1900’s, I was 22 or 23, and I was stupid. My father was wounded badly trying to clear out a vampire nest. Doctors said he wasn’t going to make it. Out of desperation, I summoned a demon named Alastair. Sold my soul for the ability to heal my father and make sure he’d be safe. I got two years with a demon’s powers to heal him, and then I’d be hauled off via Hell Hound. When my dad found out he was livid. He made a deal with Alastair behind my back - my father’s soul then instead of mine in 2 years. Alastair got the props for taking out a big shot hunter, and I got my debt erased, lost my father, but somehow I got to keep my powers. I always just assumed Alastair took some semblance of pity on me. I didn’t want to hunt - I’d had too many friends and family die and I’m really not the type for it. I was always better at the lore and research part. So I did that for other hunters for a while. Moved around a bit, went to school for a little while, took odd jobs when I got bored. And then eventually around the 70’s settled down in London, and here we are.” You stopped to sip at your tea and let them absorb your tale. Crowley was the first to speak up. “Sooo you - Y/N - have demon powers?” Nodding, you snapped your fingers. Instead of the day clothes you’d been wearing, you were now clad in leggings and a cozy gray sweater. Another snap of your fingers and the gramophone near the front of the shop started playing a record of Vivaldi. You knew Aziraphale enjoyed Vivaldi and thought he might appreciate the gesture. One last snap and in a blink you were no longer sitting in the chair you had previously occupied, but were now seated next to Aziraphale. He jumped and let out a quiet “oh!” in surprise. “Oh, and I can do the eye thing. No wings though. But I think only lesser demons do the eye thing to freak out humans.” “I hate to ask, but what is the eye thing?” Aziraphale inquired cautiously. The expressions on their faces were near unreadable, and especially for Aziraphale that was a surprise. He always wore his emotions on his sleeve, so you were concerned that this was going to push him over the edge. You gently reached out and placed your hand on his knee. “I don’t want to freak you out. I know this is a lot.” He placed a soft, well-manicured hand over yours. “I’m all right, dear. Just a little taken aback is all. Here I was expecting to make some grand reveal but it’s you who is full of surprises tonight.” He gave a little smile that made you melt. “Okay, here goes.” You blinked and looked back up at the angel. Your eyes now completely black. No iris, no whites. Just black. He stiffened, but didn’t pull away. Another blink and your eyes were back to normal. “Well that’s a relief”, huffed Crowley, “now you two can get on with it and save us all a lot of trouble.” He gestured broadly toward you and Aziraphale, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air and attempting to catch it in his mouth. You and Aziraphale both looked at each other, brows furrowed, and then at Crowley. “Just what is that supposed to mean?!” Aziraphale asked, scandalized by the demon’s implication. “Ohhhh, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Or if you don’t, she will,” Crowley sent a wink your way. “Now that’s settled, I’m off. Ciao!” In a blink, Crowley was gone.   “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just didn’t want to ruin things.” You said softly, looking up at the angel through your eyelashes. “No need for apologies, I felt the same way.” He placed a careful hand on your check, and you leaned in to his touch. “Now that everything’s on the table, so to speak, would you like to have dinner with me sometime?” He asked, somehow still nervous that you might say no. “I would love that.”