The bee movie except every time it says bee the screen, just for a second, cuts to a silent image of a long-abandoned, decaying hallway.
The hallway is dark, but if you squint there is just enough light to see a shadowy figure standing there. It is tall, and its head is bowed, and it holds something in its hands, although you cannot quite make out what. At the first “bee”, it is safely far away, at the end of the corridor.
But every time it says “bee”, the figure in the image has taken another step closer to the screen.
A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:
Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything
Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.
You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.
Imagine Sam confronting you and Dean about your feelings for each other.
“Whaaat?” You scoffed, “No. That’s just - that’s ridiculous.”
“I called you five times. No answer. Dean calls you once and you’re already here.”
“I didn’t see your calls. I was in the shower,” you lied, pretty smoothly. Or so you thought.
“In the shower for 2 hours?”
“Is that my phone ringing? Yep. Sorry, gotta get this one.”
“Why? Is it Dean again?” Sam asked with sarcasm.
You pretended to answer the call and rushed out of the room before you could dig yourself into an even bigger hole. God, you’d have to be more careful in the future or your little crush was going to get busted.
Just as you were leaving the motel room, Dean was walking inside, raising his eyebrows in salute to you with a smile, then popping a candy into his mouth.
He barely had the time to shut the door before his brother started.
“She’s into you, you know?”
“What?” Dean looked back at the door you had used just two seconds ago. “No, she - I’m not her type.”
“Yeah, she’s into herbal teas and fluffy animals. She probably wants a guy who writes her love poetry.”
“Trust me, she’s into you. When I call her she doesn’t pick up. When you do, she doesn’t even let it ring once. Does that tell you anything?” Sam asked, giving him a pointed look.
“Yeah, that you bore her to death before even opening your mouth. It’s barely her fault, really.”
“Yeah, right,” Sam said, unamused. “I know you like her, Dean.”
“What? No. That’s - that’s stupid. I don’t.”
“I saw the way you look at her when she’s not looking. You like her,” he repeated, his voice only accentuating the conviction he held.
“Look, if by like you mean I’d sleep with her… sure. You got me. But that’s it. I don’t have some stupid crush on her.”
“Really? You don’t? Then why are you here?”
“You heard me. Didn’t you have to meet that waitress tonight? The moment you knew Y/N would be here, you canceled all your plans. Why’s that?”
Dean’s eyes slightly widened. He opened his mouth to reply, but no excuse came out. So he improvised. “Is that my phone? Yeah. Gotta take this one. Nice talk, Sammy.” In an instant, he was out the door.
Sam smiled to himself. They had to come back eventually, and he had nothing but time. An uncomfortable dinner was ready to happen.
Next time Dean would think twice before changing his laptop wallpaper to the one of a killer clown. Oh, he would.
The rules are simple. You don’t take a joint from a guy named Don. There are no dogs in the car. You don’t mess with Sam’s computer. And you never, ever, involve clowns.
I wrote Sam smut. I needed to cleanse myself with some Dean.
note, congrats Michelle! I’ve been a big fan of yours for a while (fuck, just
check my fic recs tag), and I’m so happy for you!
Fandom: Supernatural Pairing:
Dean x Reader Challenge:
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Challenge x Words: 630
Summary: Dean’s really protective of his baby Warnings: Some swearing, because I can’t control myself Prompt:
New rule. You steal my Baby, you
Request- happy birthday love ❤ can I request a story were the reader plays the Winchester sister in the show, she’s 17 and during a day filming J2 realise she’s too quiet and sad, so they go talk to her after one of the scenes and found out that she’s having feelings for a friend (girl) and don’t know how to deal with that (thank you and sorry if I’m being to specific, but I’m in this situation and could use some J2 advice :c)
Requested by- anon.
Characters- jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader.
A/N- If there’s anybody reading this who are struggling to come to terms with their sexuality/gender just know that what you’re feeling is SO OKAY! Coming to terms with something like that is difficult, but you’ll be okay, it’ll all be okay! I’ve had to come out to myself and others twice, once as Bisexual and again as Gay.
“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not”
They knew something was wrong, being on the show from when you were six years old and growing up surrounded by it meant they could read you like an open book, there had been numerous times where you’d try and deal with stuff on your own but they’d always find out and they’d always help you through it no matter how much you protested, saying that ‘you’ve got this’ when in reality you really didn’t.
Jensen and Jared were your brothers on and off camera, they’ve always been insanely protective over you so when you spent half of the week spacing out, they were concerned.
You were in the middle of filming a scene in the bunker, you were subconsciously drumming your fingers on the wooden surface of the table with your face leaning against your hand, you were staring at a mark on the table, your brows were furrowed and you were chewing on your lip.
This did not go unnoticed by the boys, or by anybody for that matter. They knew that something was wrong, they just didn’t push or pry, hoping you’d open up when you were ready.
You were snapped out of your zombie like state by somebody shaking you slightly by the shoulder, you blinked and turned to your left and met Jared’s concerned gaze, “you alright?” He asked, you sent him a small smile and nodded your head “yeah, yeah just a bit tired” you chuckled drily, the boys narrowed their eyes at each other, obviously they didn’t believe you, you weren’t a very good liar.
They re-started the scene, you were paying attention but then your mind started to wander again, you pinched your leg under the table to bring yourself out of whatever trance you were stuck in, you raised a hand and stood at the same time, “sorry but I need to cut” you mumbled loud enough for the director to hear.
You made a bee line for the exit leaving everyone in the room silent, “okay everyone, take fifteen, Jared, Jensen go find her” the director demanded, the boys nodded their heads and went searching for you.
“What do you think’s going on with her?” Jared asked, Jensen shrugged and let out a sigh, “who knows? She’s secretive, you know she won’t talk about it” he replied, the boys stayed silent as they walked towards Jared’s trailer, they knew you’d be in here cuddled up to one of his dogs.
They opened the trailer door and walked in to see you curled up next to Sadie lightly stroking her fur, “hey” Jared said softly sitting down on the couch next to you, you continued to stroke Sadie’s soft fur, Jensen knelt down in front of you and brushed some stray hairs away from your face, “y/n, we know something’s wrong, talk to us” he softly spoke, you sighed and looked at them before sitting up, you smiled softly at Sadie who rested her head on top of your thigh.
“Remember Abigail?” You asked them, they nodded their head, “well, I uh… I kinda, like her…” You trailed off slowly, the room was plunged into a silence. The guys looked at each other, “you mean, like like?” Jensen asked, you nodded your head, “is that whats been bothering you?” Jared asked, you nodded your head again, “It’s just–I’m not sure how to deal with this, okay?” You replied lying back down, burying your face into the couch, Sadie’s body blocking it from the guys’ view.
“Y/N, look at us” Jensen spoke softly, you peaked your head up and looked at him, “everything’s going to be okay, feelings are confusing, they’re going to shake you around but at the end of it? You’ll be with somebody who makes you happy, and if you’re happy being with a girl then screw what other people think, you’ll be fine, okay?” he concluded, you smiled lightly and wrapped your arms around his neck, “thanks, Jay” you muttered, you pulled back and leant against Jared, “thank you for always being there for me, honestly I’d be so lost without my big brothers” you smiled at the cheesiness of what you just said, Jared wrapped an arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss on top of your head, “you’re welcome, sweetie. Now come on, we gotta finish filming” he said getting up, you let out a groan and led back down, “I wanna nap” you said tiredly, the guys laughed, “you can nap all you want after the scene is finished, come on” Jensen chuckled whilst pulling you to your feet.
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In the glory of tangled sheets, our limbs not any less enmeshed around each other, my eyes opened. The light brought my vision to a squint as my lips parted in a yawn. Enoch’s arms tightened around my waist. It chucked a giggle out of me, allowing me to wriggle and face him, so my hands pressed against his bare chest, and his soft breath tickled my nose. His lips were parted in slothful breaths, his dark hair messily brushing over his forehead, his eyes remotely moving beneath his closed lids. I pecked him on the lips, not being able to resist how charming he looked in the morning, shirtless.
His eyes indolently opened, probably still blurry and adjusting. They focused on me and it pulled his lips to a faint simper. Just impossibly, he pulled me closer.
“Morning.”, I whispered, pecking his jaw because I was so tucked in, I couldn’t reach his lips. He looked down at me, the leering in his eyes not leaving. What an adoring victim I became. “Morning.”, he replied, planting a kiss on my forehead, and inhaling the scent of my hair. “What time is it?”, he asked, not breaking eye-contact. “I guess it’s early enough for a little cuddle before I get back to my room and before we get caught.”, I stated, sighing. “Staaay; Who cares if we get caught?”, he groaned, rolling over and laying down on me, so I was restrained under him. “Enoch, we both know Miss P would kill us.”, I looked at him, trying to look grave, despite feeling very goofy. My mind could recall different times we were on this position and it made me want to stay even more. But I couldn’t risk it. I pushed him off once his muscles slackened (and still looked unbearably good).
“Ergh, come on, Y/N.”, he groaned again, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Don’t start with me, O'Connor.”, I rolled my eyes at him before turning on my heel and pulling my silk shorts on. I looked over my shoulder to see him eyeing me. I felt smug. “Later, then, promise me.”, he said as I started to tiptoe to the door. “I promise.”, I softened my voice, grabbing the doorknob. I step out before he cut me. “-to your room, and don’t talk to any boy, most especially if it’s Jacob!”, he added. I peeked back in and laughed, sending him a flying kiss that he bit his lip at.
Just as I was about to reach for my doorknob, someone’s door creaked and the sound of someone who had just woken up turned my head. Hugh. “What are you doing out this early, Y/N?”, he whispered. My mind quickly searched for a way to get through situations like this. “Erm, I needed a glass of water. Just got back.”, I smiled reassuringly as to not making it seem underconfident. He nodded and shrugged, silently whistling a tune, a few bees buzzing behind him.
⚫ ⚫ ⚫
Clinking cutlery and whispering breeze - my favourite things to listen to in the morning, after Enoch’s voice. I stole a look from him, his hair still slightly messy and his shirt two buttons unbuttoned. I shivered.
He looked back at me, and he flashed me a wink I swear I could not resist any longer. I chewed my food harder.
Miss Peregrine cleared her throat. All our heads turned to her. She gave us a genial beam that freed us all from anxiety.
“A word later, Y/N, and Enoch.”, she squinted, the smile now sickening me. A sinking feeling boiled in my stomach and I couldn’t look at Enoch. Heat rushed to my face and I swear I saw Hugh flash a skittish look at us. I couldn’t prepare myself for such. I clenched my jaw and I lost appettite, but made sure I seemed unaffected, although I felt everyone’s eyes on us.
We finished eating in silence and it started actually revolting me. I had never prepared myself for situations like this, when we actually get caught.
I was going to rush back up to my room, but Miss P stood in front of me. “If I could have it right now, Y/N, I guess that wouldn’t bother you.”, she said calmly. “Enoch! Please follow us.”, she called him, like he didn’t know where her office was. My heart battered on my chest and I could feel it in the tips of my fingers and the back of my throat. We entered Miss P’s office, and I could feel Enoch trailing behind me in a safe distance.
Miss P swiftly sat on her chair and allowed us to plump down the two chairs that were rooted right across the desk. We sat there, not being able to give each other eye-contact.
“Hugh had given me quite a nervous report regarding you two.”, she said. She looked at us, a solemn look replacing her smile. I tried to keep my composure, but my breathing sounded way more yanky. Enoch was handling this surprisingly well. “He was hesitant to tell me, but I insisted he told me.”, she said, probably trying to tell us not to blame Hugh later. I was now pretty convinced this was about our relationship.
I wouldn’t think our headmistress would be cruel enough to forcefully separate us, but at the same time, it was a critical rule of hers. I couldn’t seem to grasp the thought of what would happen to us next. But with all possible fingers and toes crossed, I hoped this would conclude positively. Which seemed unlikely.
“You’re hiding your relationship.”, she said, her voice undeviating. We hadn’t said a thing. “I guess you are aware that Enoch and Hugh’s rooms are only separated by a very thin wall. He hears you. It wakes him up.”, she added. I felt disgusting. “And I am convinced that having romantic relationships is very unsafe as a peculiar, you two. We are under a state of danger, and you both know that our enemies target soft spots. Love. Home. Family.”, she stated. “But what could we do?”, I said, feeling utterly sunken. “Unfortunately, for the safety of us all, you must continue keeping this secret. This should go no further borders. Our enemies are wise, children. If I didn’t know what love is, I could have separated you two. Please take care of each other as much as you should take care of everyone else.”, she announced sternly to us. Weights were lifted off my shoulder. I had almost teared up. I looked at Enoch, and his nose was red. He looked back at me, with sad yet relieved eyes. “Thank you, Miss P.”, Enoch mumbled as we awkwardly walked out her office, still in a safe distance.
“Oh my god.”, I exhaled, pulling him to me. I felt washed over by relief. His arms tightly locked around me. “That was… fucking awkward, Y/N; I couldn’t bear it.”, he commented, kissing me in the forehead again and sniffing my hair just as he did a while ago. “I know. That was shit.”, I added, not pulling away from the heartwarming embrace. It felt good. “You think she gave that talk to Hugh and Fiona before as well?”, he pouted, looking at me. “Dang, I guess Hugh wanted to share this odd feeling, you think?”, I laughed. “It made me look forward to you more.”, he smiled cheekily as I adored every ounce of his glory. How his hair fell over his forehead in a slight curl, and his dark eyes, and furrowed brows. “I would kill for you.”, he continued. I kissed him, his arms tightening around my waist. Just as he was about to get a little naughty, I pulled out with a goofy grin. He groaned.
“You nasty tease.”, he bit his lip, eyeing me again as I intentionally swayed my hips. I ran my hands through my hair. “It’s for our safety, Enoch.”, I loudly said, holding back a guffaw. I could tell he rolled his eyes. I giggled faintly. “You’ll get what you deserve after leaving me undone, Y/N.”, he said. I looked back at him. He winked at me and I swear my legs went wobbly.
I guess this relief was enough to strike up a mood.
Summary: You’re pregnant and Dean’s being super caring. Sadly, this also means he’s cooking healthy, nutritious food for you and the baby. All the healthy food, for months. Until you’ve had enough.
Word Count: 1100+
Munch. Munch. Munch.
You were stuffing your face with cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Yes, all three of those. Yes, at the same time.
Sure, a few months ago you would have judged something like this as disgusting, super unhealthy, a great recipe for a heart disease… But, after countless weeks of kale, cabbage, spinach, carrots, lean meat, and lentils… you just didn’t care anymore. You wanted all the junk food, now.
The pregnancy book was staring at you from the table, and you stared back, glared even as your lips wrapped around a spoon of chocolate ice-cream. Take this, you stupid book.
Chat Noir was the first to casually breach the topic. Something about still seeing her meandering around on the rooftops from his window at two in the morning, long after his patrol with her was over. There was one day when Volpina and Queen Bee made a quick exit to detransform in safety, and while Volpina was walking back to school, she saw Queen Bee transformed and sitting on the Arc de Triomph, cloud gazing.
Perhaps Ladybug was being a tad nosy, but something in her gut told her it was strange that Queen Bee seemed to want to stay transformed for as long as possible, as if she only stayed in her civilian form if she really needed to. Ladybug started insisting on doing patrols with Queen Bee at the ends of the week, and it was more of the same: Ladybug would call it a night, and Queen Bee would insist on saying out longer.
It never seemed like Queen Bee was scared to head home. More like she was much happier being transformed than not, much happier being Queen Bee than transforming back into whoever she was outside that suit. Chat Noir was like that in the beginning too. He didn’t get much freedom at home, and being Chat Noir was a freedom he didn’t treat lightly. She wondered if Queen Bee was the same.
It was Sunday night when Ladybug finished her patrol with Queen Bee, and just as she figured, Queen Bee bid her good night and said she’d stay out just a little bit more.
“Want some company?” Ladybug asked. “It’s a nice night. I could stay out a little longer.”
Queen Bee blinked at the question and turned her head to the sky. “I won’t be great company. I just wanted to star gaze for a bit before bed.”
Ladybug shrugged and smiled. “I love star gazing! You know, so long as I won’t bother you…”
There was a hesitation in her expression, like she was about to tell Ladybug no, like she wanted to just be left alone. But her lips quirked up just a touch at the corners as she shook her head. “Stay if you want.”
College Class 1A have a secret. In the daytime, they’re normal students with
normal lives — but during the night, they become the erstwhile defender of
Paris, a superhero with miraculous powers: King/Queen Bee!
of them. In turn. They have a roster. How did this happen? Well, Marinette and
Adrien would like to know that themselves…
Rating: All ages
your turn, Marinette!”
The dark-haired girl blinked down at the object being offered to
her, an odd expression somewhere between a laugh and a grimace on her face.
Rose smiled at her guilelessly, and pushed the comb in her direction once more.
“The comb! It’s your turn, didn’t you know? It says on the roster we
drew up last week. After me, it’s you!”
“Ah, that’s—that’s ok, I think I’ll pass—“
The blonde girl’s face fell, just as another girl—also blonde, but
with her longer hair in a ponytail—yelled out from the back: “In that case, I
guess I’ll just have to take it today too—”
“Not a chance in hell, Chloé,” Alya interrupted, glaring at their
eternal rival. She snatched the comb from Rose and shoved it at Marinette.
“Just take it, Marinette, even if you don’t do anything with it; I don’t think
I’ll be able to stand another day with Chloé parading around as Queen Bee.”
“But Alya, I—“
“I do sincerely hope that Miss Dupain-Cheng won’t shirk on her duties as part of this class,
though,” Miss Bustiere added, frowning in her direction. “When we received this
ornament last week, we as a class decided that it was given to us for a reason
and we should use it as it was intended to be used— to combat evil. As a part
of our class, you also have a responsibility to carry out the duties conferred
to us by the comb, Miss Cheng.”
Oh, if only she knew. ‘Responsibility’, her mother’s left buttock;
she knew about the kind of responsibilities that comb conferred all too well. She was wearing another set of
‘responsibilities’ in her ears that very moment. And that set told her she
needed to sort out this situation a.s.a.p.—
—if only she could figure out how.
Fourteen expectant faces looked in her direction; Marinette felt a
drop of sweat roll down her neck. In her bag, she heard Tikki sigh the tiniest
of sighs. Well, it looked like there was no getting out of this situation now.
She’d have to think of a suitable excuse later. (She was getting entirely too
good at lying to people these days for her comfort, but hey—that was part of her bloody responsibilities.)
Marinette Dupain-Cheng took the Bee Miraculous from Alya’s waiting
hands, and spent a silent moment wondering how on earth she had ever gotten
into this mess.
Request: can you do a soulaate cas oneshot? like the reader and cas don’t know each other, but they meet and the reader can see his wings?
AN: What’s up, guys? I’m super excited to be writing for Cas :) …and I'm also excited to tell y'all that I am going to officially become an aunt today or early tomorrow! (I’m sitting in the hospital with my sister, as I write this) Anyways, I hope that everyone enjoys! Feel free to tell me what you think, leave a request, or just stop by to say hello! :)
The sound of your bare feet smacking against the slimy concrete, echoed off of the surrounding brick walls as you sprinted around a corner and into an empty alleyway.
“Do you really believe that you could ever escape me, [Y/N]?” a man laughed sadistically from behind you; the same man whom had broken into your apartment, mere moments before. “I know that Castiel has taught you otherwise."
Ducking into a nearby doorway, you pressed into the shadows and squeezed your eyes shut, hopelessly trying to answer the questions that swirled recklessly through your mind.
oh man, so my best friend is this cool cat named @astraldepths (or kaitlynn, or macaroni) and she’s like?? super rad. she knows all this really neat stuff abt space and bees and obscure old queer stuff like slang or german silent films. she’s hella creative and can prolly make or find for <$5 anything you could possibly imagine. I would say my favourite skill of hers however is her ability to send me cute animal photos when I’m having a bad day. she’s so good at that.
sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door?
lol every door I walk through is that door (spoilers: it’s bc I am my city and my city is me) (also the city is Vancouver, BC if you didn’t already know)
white sheets: where’s somewhere you would love to travel to? why?
basically anywhere with true dark sky conditions at night so I can actually do some serious stargazing for the first time in my life. I wanna see the milky way!!
Sans: What the hell brought this up?! You’re like eight! I don’t even think you have hit puberty yet! Do you even know how the birds and bees work?!
I’ve decided Frisk is silent for the most part but speaks with those they are comfortable around and otherwise uses gestures, sign language and whatever else they can manage to speak with those they’re not familiar with yet. In other words they’re shy. That being said, Frisk is also a hopeless romantic.
this seems a little convoluted in my own thoughts, but I feel as if it's important to the theory of R+L=J that Lyanna was brought back to and buried in Winterfell. If a burial had been orchestrated by someone close to Robert or in King's Landing or what-have-you, then surely somebody would have noticed the evidence of her dying in childbirth, thus prompting a search for her child. Ned could hide this evidence much more easily in his own domain. ...lol, didn't know who else to whom to blather :,)
It seems probable that Lyanna’s tomb is connected to the R+L=J theory, yes. Although if Lyanna died of a postpartum fever, there might not have been much obvious evidence… but the silent sisters still might have noticed signs of a recent pregnancy. (Though whether they would have told anyone, who knows, because, y’know, “silent”.)
But I should note it’s most likely that Ned didn’t bring Lyanna’s body back as such. He brought her bones. That’s how bodies are transported for long distances, because Westeros doesn’t do seem to do much in terms of embalming and such. (The only exception we know of has been Maester Aemon, temporarily preserved in a cask of rum because cremation is the Targaryen funeral custom, and the captain of the ship he was on (sensibly) wouldn’t allow a pyre onboard.) Sometimes the silent sisters will stuff a body with salt and herbs (as in Tywin’s case), but that would be for lying in state, not transport. So again, it’s possible that someone might have noticed Lyanna’s physical state wherever her bones were prepared to be brought back to Winterfell. But if it was at the Tower of Joy then probably the only ones who’d’ve dealt with it would have been Ned and Howland Reed. (Hopefully for Ned’s mental state, Howland handled it, while Ned built cairns for their fallen cohorts or something.) Or if her body was taken to Starfall and prepared by silent sisters there, then it’d be included in the Dayne coverup that’s usually part of the R+L=J theory (along with Wylla etc).
So, even if Ned met up with Robert on the way home (which is likely as they reconciled from their dispute over Rhaegar’s children because of Lyanna’s death), Robert wouldn’t have seen anything out of the ordinary. Neither would anyone who interred Lyanna’s bones in her tomb. (Forensic science can often determine if a woman’s skeleton shows signs of pregnancy, but lol like anyone’s doing that kind of forensics in Westeros.) Mind you if the bones showed signs of violence, that certainly would have been noticed, and the fact that nobody’s ever said anything like that could be evidence of some kind or another… but then, Ned’s enforced silence on the matter doesn’t really give us any positive evidence in any direction.
Anyway. Besides whatever coverup was involved in the condition of her body, Lyanna’s tomb in Winterfell is very probably significant for the resolution and reveal of R+L=J. That ridiculous theory about the harp is bogus, but still, Jon has had dreams about the crypts of Winterfell, so there probably is some kind of message for him there. And at the very least we’ll always know that Ned loved Lyanna and Brandon so much that he made an exception to tradition for them, burying them with the Lords of Winterfell.