So there’s, like, multiple food stations at my university and the one my crush works at always has the crappiest food but I still pick her station every time and I feel like this would be a good fanfiction AU.
sometime I just think about how easy it would be to market superheroes toward little girls and I am filled with rage
like do these people not realize how fucking easy this shit would be
there’s the dazzler she’s like a popstar and a superhero do you know how many 4-12 year old girls would dig that shit
there’s the wasp and her superpowers are seriously like zapping jerks, flying, and being cuter than everybody else. also she’s a famous fashion designer. and she’s better than you. (like she shrinks and stuff too but mainly her power is being better than you)
she-hulk is like this nerdy chick with the power to get bigger and greener and be spontaneously tougher than everybody in the vicinity like I don’t even know a little girl who wouldn’t slit someone’s throat for the ability to be stronger than all the boys when they pissed her off
little girl likes magic? scarlet witch
little girl likes science? invisible woman
little girl likes spies? black widow
little girl likes aliens? karolina dean
little girl likes bionic arms? misty knight
little girl likes flying horses? wow. guess who has one of those? valkyrie. valkyrie does.
My point is that’s it’s so fucking easy so chop-chop, Marvel, get on it. Seriously, I went ten years of my life thinking superheroes were boys. That’s ten years of you not profiting off of my inability to refrain from buying even the crappiest merchandise you offer if it has a character I love on it. Little girls are an enormous market; they will buy all your shit if you just suggest to them that maybe they’d like to.
or you could just keep on not profiting when you could be making money selling literally any object that has enough space to plaster a female superhero’s face on it. that’s cool too.
She told me she would as soon as I left with Gemma.
She isn’t answering her phone. She’d read my messages but she won’t reply to them. I know her phone is on, Mum. I’m really worried about her.
Okay. Okay, alright.
Me and Gemma will pop back and see to her and I think we’ll stay with her and take Persephone off her hands for the night so she gets some sleep. We did speak to her about everything that was said online and she said she was feeling fine and she wasn’t too bothered by it. She just couldn’t believe people were being so cruel.
Mum… I’m really worried about her.
Do you think maybe you should come home?
I was just about to call Jeff and cancel the last meeting I have for this week. He’ll understand. I did say I may not be able to stay out as long as he needed me.
Maybe it would be for the best, sweetheart. I know you want to finalise everything with the other single of yours but your wife is a bit more important, don’t you think?
She insisted I came out because it gave her time to bond with the baby some more. She said she was going to be fine for this week.
I feel like the crappiest husband, Mum. I shouldn’t have left her.
Don’t feel like that, Harry. None of us knew what was going to happen.
I’ll be home by tomorrow night. Can you stay with her until then?
Of course I can.
Please, tell her I’m on my way home.
And tell her that I love her and I’ll call her as soon as I land. x
Of course I will. Have a safe flight home and don’t get into any trouble. Gemma will be there to pick you up as soon as you arrive. x
Can you send me some Reylo or Rebelcaptain fic recs? I've had one of the crappiest days yet and I need new long fics to read.
Hey sweetie, I’m so sorry to hear you’re not doing so well. :( Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, and you are more than welcome to send me a PM and we can talk, any time you like. If I don’t reply right away, it usually means I’ve conked out face-down. But if so, I’ll reply as soon as I can. ❤️Otherwise, my thoughts are with you, m'dear.
(I’m on my phone so can’t link properly - I’ll fix it sometime later, maybe - thus I’ll just copy the links after the names and titles.)
I asked @perrydowning for some more recs since I haven’t read any fics in quite some time and the ones I suggested above are all ones I read in the past and/or had on old rec lists I made before. Here are hers!
Did you know Britain and France almost got married during WW2 with "the Declaration of Union"? (And that Britain was the one who proposed it? ❤) It would've put the two in a similar position as the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and everyone was for it, but while France's boss liked it his government didn't and thus it was rejected. Could you draw Iggy proposing and France accepting only for them to dishearteningly get turned down later? I'd prefer it sad, but you can do whatever ya want with this. :)
@starswirlblitz requested this baby: Ok so it’s kinda angsty and I don’t know if you’d feel comfortable doing
Would you be able to do a request where the reader is sam and deans
little sister (Mary’s daughter too) and sort of based off last night
episode where she is taken along with Sam when the British lady comes
and takes them. And like when both of them are in the torture room,
sammy is all protective of his little sis despite them being tied up?
And both kinda have to bear to watch each other get hurt. Nothing
graphic at all.
A/N: It’s angsty & I’m not sorry for it. Sam’s point of view is labeled, otherwise it’s the readers. I’m posting this then editing it. I just needed to get this out because I wanted to see the pain it was going to inflict.
You let out a groan and tried to open your eyes; everything hurt, especially your head. You tried to move your hand up to your head, only to realize that your hands were tied behind your back. You forced your eyes open and saw Sam sitting across from you, also tied up.
“Ah, look who’s finally woken up.” A British voice said.
You attempted to turn your head which resulted in you letting out a wince from the pain shooting from your head.
“Sorry about that love, I hit you a tad too hard but I couldn’t have you helping your brother.” She said to you while walking in circles around you and Sam.
“You okay Y/N?” Sam asked you quietly.
Deciding to speak instead of causing more pain you replied, “Yeah Sammy, you? Wait, why are you wet?”
“He’s alright, just a bit of a wound on his leg but it’s been all patched up. He was just about to tell me what I wanted to know, weren’t you Sam?” The woman interrupted.
Post your last selfie along with 10 facts about yourself. Tag 10 other people to keep it going!
Thank you to the sweet @tomato-x-ramen for tagging me. You’re absolutely fabulous.
So, for some unknow reason, I’m gonna make this unnecessarily detailed.
1.) My favorite color is orange. So the first car I bought was/is orange. It’s one of the crappiest cars in existence, but I had to own because it was orange.
2.) I’m a homebody, but also really like social gatherings. The problem is I will literally sit my house for a month straight and be happy and then have to be forced out, but then once I’m out I never want to be home so I will schedule myself 1000 things to do outside of the house to not be home. Then the cycle repeats.
3.) Sometimes, when I go through stages of heavy anxiety, I do really stupid things and don’t understand why I do. For example, the other day I bought some string cheese cause it makes me happy. Then I forgot to put it in the fridge, so it was left out overnight. So the next day I was having panic attacks and wanted my string cheese, I decided to eat it after it was left out and immediately regretted my decision. See? Stupid.
4.) I read a lot. Like a lot. So much to the point often times I sleep deprive myself just so I can read more.
5.) Foxes are my favorite animals. That may explain why I adore Kurama to the fullest, because he’s a fox and even when he was “bad,” he did no wrong in my eyes.
6.) I am quite the savage. Like don’t get me wrong, I like to think I’m super nice at least 50% of the time. But trigger my temper, and I’m gonna go “Naruto-when-someone-shit-talks-Sasuke” on yah.
7.) EDM (Electronic Dance Music) is life. I love to dance. I love to rave. I love to feel the bass coursing through my veins.
8.) I love to chat and relate to others. Like tell me your life story so I can know you and I’ll be your friend forever .
9.) I say really weird stuff that’s supposed to come off funny. I fail at that. Often.
10.) Between getting my dog and starting this blog last year, my life just feels 10x better than it was. I love my dog & I love all the people I met because of this Fandom.
How do the mercs comfort a friend who had a bad day/week?
Prompt: How would the mercs comfort a friend who had a bad day/week? (…This may or may not be hitting close to home. Admin Headshot knows this week wasn’t the best. And this may or may not be Undercover’s way of coping. HAHA, anyways, let’s get on with the headcanons!)
Scout - He’s not the best at quietly listening - he’d butt in too much or pipe up in the middle of the person’s rant. Don’t go to Scout expecting someone who’d sit down, be quiet, and retain a non-judgmental attitude. Do go to Scout if you need someone to validate your shitty feelings, make you feel not crazy/bad for feeling such icky emotions, and shit-talk with you whatever happened in said bad day. After the person finishes their rant and venting their feelings, Scout would immediately try to crack a joke or say something just to loosen up the tension. Then he goes off at one hundred miles per hour, talking non-stop. It’s comforting and irritating - he means well. In the end, Scout’ll make you feel it’s okay to have a shit day.
Soldier - Once a friend says the word that they’re angry/sad/generally feel like garbage, Soldier just drags them off, without a word. He’ll end up taking them to a gym or training room. Takes some boxing gloves and dumps it into your arms. He points at a punching bag and commands, “I want you to imagine the crappiest crap day you can think of, multiply it by THIRTY, and then ya punch it SMACK ON ITS BALLS!!” Cheers and screams at you to keep on punching said bag. By the time you’re done, anybody would forget their frustrations - or just too tired and winded from Soldier’s intense therapy. Looks like violence is the answer - in Soldier’s case.
Pyro - Criss cross apple sauce on the floor. They are there to listen. Gives a few muffled responses and bobs head like crazy, to show their reactions to your friend’s re-telling of the terrible week. Once the person is finished, Pyro takes them outside, to a dumpster or open field. Builds a bonfire, and runs around, chucking whatever into the flames just to watch it burn. Pyro’s enthusiasm (and the burning things is just appealing, or idk thats just me), is contagious, you can’t help but join in on the pyromania.
Heavy - Seeing a friend’s frustrated/nearly tearful expression, he’ll nod solemnly, and gesture for you to follow him into a more private area in order for you to have privacy. Once finding a secluded place, he sits down, a signal for you to talk. He’ll sit there, completely unresponsive while you talk. He makes no indication for you to stop, so you can go on for as long as you want. He doesn’t show any judgment - he keeps a neutral expression throughout the entire thing. Finally if you’re done with venting, Heavy will ask, “Do you want to hear my say on situation? Or iz silence fine?” Saying no, Heavy keeps true to his promise, and he’ll sit there with you until you catch your breath and/or stop crying. Say yes, and Heavy gives some thoughtful, simple, and helpful advice all in a few sentences. Presses the person’s head against his chest, his most gentlest of hugs.
Demoman - Friend doesn’t even need to say anything. Demo can sense it, more or less, drunk or sober. Shoves a bottle of Scrumpy into their hands - he pushes his own bottle to the side. If anything you deserve to drink it off; and he’ll stay sober. Let’s you talk on and on - you don’t even realize a few hours already passed, but you’re only halfway through the story of how shit your week has been - hell, might as well your entire life! He’ll make lots of well meaning jokes, punch lines, and comments through the entire thing - he doesn’t want to see a friend scowl/tear up for such a long time! If you’re buzzed or completely drunk off your rocker by the end of the session, either way, Demo will lead you back to bed. He’ll be there through the hangover, too.
Engineer - Leads you away to his workshop. He’ll sit you on top of a counter, while you watch him fix some broken machinery or polish some metal pieces. He’ll give you something to play around with as well - a metal trinket, a rusty gear to shine up, bendy-metal (something he created himself). He gives his two cents whether you want it or not - he’s a problem solver, and he won’t stand for it if you leave his workshop without a solution. His advice, surprisingly, is pretty blunt, logical, and nothing but the cold hard truth. The thing with Engie is, he says it in such a genuine and mellow way, you know what he says is true and can’t find a reason to be angry at his words.
Medic - He’ll listen to your problems, but won’t fully understand/resonate with your problems. He’s a dude who likes cutting open people for fun and digging through their insides. Medic knows more or less he doesn’t have ‘normal’ people problems and possess an inkling of social skills. He’d try to propose the idea of injecting some chemicals into your brain stem to alter your emotions/even out chemical imbalance (at least, that’s what you’re able to understand from his winded, over-zealous explanation for the procedure). It’s an awkwardly morbid way of trying to comfort you, and it’s nice Medic’s trying to do something - but politely decline. Medic knows, he didn’t do a great job of alleviating any of your pain, so he’d do what ‘normal’ people do - give you a hug. (Even if he’s covered in blood/dove feathers. He tried.)
Sniper - He’s be secretly touched/surprised that anyone would come to him for advice or expressing their feelings. Takes the person to his van, and hears them out. He’d be pretty quiet during the entire session, and wouldn’t say anything immediately after you’re done talking. It’s not because he doesn’t know what to say - he feels nothing needs to be said. You’re gonna have to make it clear you still don’t feel okay, or you need Sniper’s two cents. If you’re direct with your feelings, Sniper wouldn’t know what to do from that point. Give advice? He’s not the man for that. He himself will make it clear he doesn’t know what to say, but at the very least can offer his company. Revs up the van, and takes you on a long drive. Nothing needs to be said between the two of you, by the end.
Spy - He’ll be the person that would come up to you and ask, “Are you alright?” If you deny him, he’d look dead at you in the eyes and say, “Non, I do not think so.” Puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it, then walks away. He knows you’ll end up following him, one way or another. Closes the door behind him, and both of you are alone inside his smoking room. Offers a glass of wine or a smoke; and takes one for himself whether you accept or decline them. Talk away. He makes a good substitute for a therapist - he’s an espionage, afterall, and was trained in the arts of human psychology for his line of work. He’d counter you not with advice of judgment, but questions. (‘Why do you think you reacted that way? Are you truly upset at yourself or the situation? What do you think triggered zhese emotions?’) Whether this is effective or not, once you’re done, Spy gets up from his chair and puts his hands on your shoulders. He’ll say,“You do not deserve to feel zhis way. It displeases me to see you so troubled.” Formal and slightly cold, yes, but for someone like Spy it’s a huge gesture of affection.
I feel a lot better typing this up. Admin Headshot also made me feel better by talking it out with me. In the tags (if you wanna reblog or whatnot), which merc would you prefer to vent to based off this post? I’m excited to see your thoughts - other than that, thanks for reading!
I firmly believe that one of the crappiest things you can experience in fandoms is when you feel so passionately about a ship or a particular universe, and nobody else is there with you to fan the heck out about it. Like, I get so consumed and excited and stoked thinking about these two peoples or this fanfiction idea or this scene and I remember I’m the only loser who feels that way lmao
can i ask for punisher comic recommendations? like what do you think are the best ones to read for frank as a character?
Ooooh WELL. The only comics I would recommend you stay away from are Jason Aaron’s Punisher Max run from 2010-2012 (which is, I feel, the least respectful to Frank’s character and the crappiest portrayal of his life with his family) it also just. It’s just not great? Aaron tries real hard to be edgy but the comic falls apart after a few issues and just ends on a really gross note. The same goes for the 2015 Edmonson/Gerads run, which is a fun read but not a very great interpretation of Frank– they do the same thing Aaron does, which is end the run effectively calling Frank a straight up hero, which is… bad, and it gets kinda boring and racist at the end. The Edmonson/Gerads run was my first foray into Punisher comics, and they aren’t THE WORST but again. Not the strongest of the modern comics.
Personally since I’m playing a young Frank, I tend to cherry pick from the Punisher War Zone comics from 1988-92, they range in quality but generally portray a more emotional Frank, which is what I’m going for in a younger Punisher. I also like the tone of the Ennis run, since Ennis has Frank’s voice and inner monologue down to a thing of beauty. The Tyger is also great for backstory and a basis for who Frank was as a child, and Punisher: Nightmare, and Punisher: Year One, are also really good for Frank’s internal monologue and his reasoning for who he is.
SO in short, if you’re just looking for Frank…
Honestly anything from the 80s if you’re okay with skipping that one time Frank got turned into a black man for a couple issues. The usual ‘who the fuck gave this the green light’ of older comics is trickled throughout, but for the most part, it holds up well– and you see a different side of Frank from the modern Punisher stuff.
Garth Ennis’ run (any of it. All of it.) is basically the modern Frank Castle, we pick up with an older Frank, a man who has been at the job for 30 years now and can barely remember his family at times. Introspective, beautiful, and despite all the grimness, a look into Frank’s base humanity that is really lovely. If you read nothing else, read Long Cold Dark and The Slavers especially from this, but all of it is fantastic.
Greg Rucka’s 2011 run is interesting because we don’t really get any narration from Frank, which is usually a staple as Punisher comics often come in soliloquy format. It’s one of the few times we’re forced to judge Frank purely on his actions, without the buffer of his internal reasoning.
For one shots and limited runs, I suggest…
Punisher: The Tyger- Frank thinking back on a series of events from his childhood.
Punisher: Year One- What it says on the tin, we follow Frank through the months following the massacre at a park, before he ever dons the skull. You see the system fail him, you see the media fail him, and you see him make the decision that puts him on his path.
Naked Kill- Frank fucks up a snuff porn ring and it’s Amazing.
Punisher: Born- I like Born but I feel like it’s a little too ambiguous in what nudged Frank into becoming what he is. It’s a good read, but… Not my favorite, if that makes sense. Features some very graphic violence and rape scenes and takes place entirely during his final tour in Vietnam, so be warned.
Welcome to the Bayou- Frank fights cannibal hillbillies. Its just FUN okay.
Punisher Noir- If you’re looking for a fun AU that features a Frank avenging his FATHER’S death, this is the place for you.
Punisher: Blood and Glory- Frank teams up with Captain America please read this please please please
Punisher: In the Blood- Please read this and love on Henry Russo with me.
Punisher: Nightmare- This is just Good and I like it and it has some cute Frank and Lisa flashbacks.
The Trial of the Punisher- Ever wanted to see Frank be incredibly tactical and intelligent? Read this.
In regards to people asking why Purdy is in BVB. Yes there is a contract, but he's also great at marketing the band. Look at some of the old vids where he's plugging the band to fans. He's a good business man, like Lars Ulrich who happens to be the crappiest drummer ever. But he's GREAT at business and writing. Just like Ashley Purdy. Ashley helped write all of BVB's big name songs. One's he didn't help write didn't get as popular. He's an asset to the band in terms of marketing, writing etc.
6, 15, 30, 35 + the Novel ofc I miss The Kiddos, & 54! :)
Meg thank you so much I’m screaming
Favorite character you ever created.
oh SHIT that’s hard. um… I’m glad that you specified from The Novel, because that makes it a little easier. I think probably Cadmus? Cadmus is a Good Egg and I like a lot of things about him.
Where does your inspiration come from?
wanting to see fantasy (and other genres) with some queer characters and people of color, mostly. and also, with The Novel, I’ve gotten really into the idea of developing a world that from the roots up is inclusive and exists largely without racism or homo/transphobia or ableism or any of the shit we have here, because I think one of the crappiest things about the fantasy genre is when it presumes that all other worlds would carry the same prejudices we have. like… what’s the point?
Favorite line you’ve ever written.
Her name was Izumi, and she was only a princess because her family hated paperwork and had never quite gotten round to formally dissolving their own monarchy, even though they were all in favor of it.
Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story
okay so for everyone who hasn’t read any of The Novel, there’s this guy called Jack. and Jack grew up in a tiny little farm village, where he had a crush on a girl named Finnuala. Finnuala pushed him down a well once. this isn’t relevant to the story at all and probably won’t even make it into the final manuscript, but I think it’s funny.
Any writing advice you want to share?
my writing advice is that none of the writing advice you read online will work for everyone. you don’t have to do it every day if that doesn’t work for you. you don’t have to write one draft straight from start to finish without stopping. you don’t have to plan the whole thing in minute detail. just find what works for you and DO IT.
why does in every high school aus, england is always the one getting bullied ?
i mean how about france getting it for once and englands like there to punch some idiots face inside their skulls because no thats his motherfucker you dont touch it
and then he finds the crappiest excuses to try to tell that what no this isnt by friendship he was just walking there and his fists needed to meet with something and francis looks at him and agrees with a knowing smile
Prompt: Y/N goes looking for Dean when he’s a demon.
Warnings: It’s angst and there will be cursing. Also includes: Physical and verbal fighting
Who: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader
Type: One shot
Notes: Sorry I haven’t written in forever!
It had been far too long since Dean held Y/N in his arms, since they had kissed, since they had even spoken. Of course it is hard to talk to someone that isn’t there.
Dean left when he became a demon so of course Sam, Cas, and Y/N had started to look for him. Though the process was too slow for Y/N. Y/N left and went to find Dean on her own, and she did.
Many times in fact. Now added onto the long list, “You’re back.”
Y/N took a seat beside Dean. He was in another bar, no surprise there, and the bar just so happened to be one of the crappiest places ever, “I told you I would be.”
Dean finished off his beer and slammed the empty glass down. He stood up and left the bar, Y/N followed, “Princess, I told you to stay away.”
“And I told you no.” Y/n replies simply.
Dean smiled, “Someone’s being sassy.” Y/N rolls her eyes at him. “I warned you what would happen.”
“Yeah well, I don’t see you killing me so it looks like you lied.” She stepped closer to him. Y/N wasn’t afraid of Dean, she never was and most likely never would be.
He chuckled softly as he shook his head, “I’ll give you one more chance to walk away.”
“Or what?” She challenged him, “You’ll kill me?”
“Or I’ll beat the ever loving crap out of you.” Dean walked away, “It sends a message.”
Of course Y/N followed. She wasn’t going to stop until Dean was back. “This isn’t you Dean.”
“Is now. Didn’t I tell you to stop?” He looked over his shoulder.
She didn’t answer. They kept walking until Dean finally stopped, “Fine. You had your chance.”
Y/N stood in silence. She didn’t care about what was about to happen, she just wanted her Dean back.
Dean thought to himself when a smile appeared on his face but Y/N couldn’t see. He turned around facing her, “You know, I never cared about you. Not in the way you cared about me at least.” He spoke smoothly, “You were always just a distraction.”
Y/N shook her head, “I refuse to believe that. You aren’t you right now, you’re just trying to hurt me.”
“I’m trying to shake you off my back. Kind of like I’ve been trying to do since I first met you.” He walked closer, gravel crunching beneath his boots. “When I first met you I thought ‘Thank god I never have to be around this bitch again.’ And yet here we are, years later and look who’s still in my life.” He gestured to Y/N.
Y/N’s heart was breaking but she would never admit it. She knew it wasn’t Dean but it still hurt, “No, you aren’t going to win.”
“I think I already have.” He smiled to himself and continued walking.
Y/N grabbed his shoulder and Dean instantly threw a punch at her, hitting her right in the face. She fell backwards and onto the gravel.
Dean didn’t hesitate to pick her up, “I told you to stay away from me,” his grip around her neck tightened, “and once again, you failed to do so.”
He looked into her eyes as the decided what to do. Soon enough he dropped her on the ground allowing a few rocks to pierce her skin. Dean walked away leaving Y/N on the ground.
Y/N walked into the bunker gaining Cas and Sam’s attention, “Y/N?”
She made her way down the stairs, “I know where Dean is.”
“What? Where is he?” Sam shot up.
Y/N placed a map on the table in front of them, “There is the location. I’m coming with you but I think we need Cas this time. Dean’s strong.”
Sam hadn’t noticed your bruised face or cut arms due to your hair blocking your face but Cas did see, “What happened? Did Dean do this to you?”
Y/N looked up at Cas, “Huh? Oh…” She lifted her hand to her face, “Uh… No…”
Sam studied her closer, “Y/N did he?”
She looked down at her hands, “It was my fault guys, don’t worry about it.”
“Did Dean do this to you?” Sam asked again.
Y/N’s face fell into her hands as tears slid down her face. Sam didn’t hesitate to hug her. She clutched his flannel, “It’s my fault Sammy…”
Cas looked at her confused, “Why do you say that?”
She sighed quietly and collected herself, “It’s just… Nothing. Never mind.” She wiped away her tears and stepped away from Sam, “Can we just get Dean?”
Sam and Cas exchanged looks. Cas nodded at Sam so Sam left knowing that Cas was going to talk with Y/N. If anyone could get her to talk right now it was Cas.
“Y/N I know this is all very hard for you right now but we will fix it.” Cas walked in front of her.
“I know Cas. Let’s just get him.” She began to walk away but she didn’t get more than a few steps further.
“What did he say to you?” Cas knew that Y/N may not answer, he didn’t mind either. He wasn’t going to force her into answering.
She did answer. Though it took her a few moments. “He didn’t really say anything new…” She choked out the words, walking away.
Cas knew that something was said. He knew that Dean had said something that hurt Y/N. He still wasn’t going to force her to tell him though. She obviously needed time.
“I think we’ve got company.” Crowley glanced at Dean.
Dean looked behind him to see Sam, Y/N, and Cas walking in. He stood up and made his way to them, “I thought I told you to stay away?” Dean looked at Y/N.
“Yeah well, I never was a good listener.” Y/N’s voice was laced with venom.
He chuckled, “Tell me about it.” Dean planned everything he said to hurt Y/N. Even if it only hurt a little bit.
Sam cleared his throat, gaining everyone’s attention. “Dean, you hurt Y/N. You realize that right?”
“Yes I do. I just don’t give a damn.” Dean said, pushing past the three of them.
Cas grabbed Dean’s shoulder, stopping him from leaving the bar. “We need to talk Dean.”
Dean smirked, looking over his shoulder. “No Cas, we really don’t.” He removed Cas’ hand then left the building.
They weren’t giving up yet. They followed Dean outside. None of them were really sure of what they were going to do. Sam and Cas just knew that they weren’t going to let Dean hurt Y/N, or anyone else, anymore.
“Dean, you are coming back to the bunker with us tonight, whether you like it or not.” Sam pulled out cuffs to hold a demon.
Dean just continued walking, with no care in the world. Dean felt like he would walk away anyways so it didn’t matter.
Cas got in front of Dean, stopping him once again. “Dean, let’s go.”
Dean stopped and sighed. He was done with everyone at this point. “I tried to tell you…” Dean looked at him.
Cas tilted his head in confusion. Dean shook his head and then punched Cas, he stumbled back a bit. Dean continued throwing punches until Sam and Y/N ran over to help Cas.
They tried pulling Dean off but it was no use. Dean easily pushed them off and once he was done with Cas he could take on all of them at once.
It was so different, the look on his face. It was no longer that gentle welcoming face. It was this unfeeling, unforgiving, murderous look. He looked like the kind of guy that could kill you just by glancing at you. At this point no one would be surprised if he could kill someone just by looking at them.
Dean stood up and prepared himself for more fighting. He knew how this would go and he thought he knew how it would end. “Well, let’s dance.”
Sam huffed and got ready to fight. He knew what it would take and he was ready. Y/N, she knew what it would take but she didn’t like it. Though she didn’t like it she got ready.
Dean formed a crooked smile onset of the fight. The fight was brutal and lasted for what seemed like hours. The outcome was quite shocking to one party but not to the other.
Dean groaned, shaking his head as he woke up. He looked around to find Sam with his back turned to him, “You put up a good fight Sam.”
They continued to talk and Y/N leaned on the bunkers library table. She couldn’t be there for that. She couldn’t hurt Dean anymore. Cas kept her company that she couldn’t decide if she wanted or not.
It took a lot for Dean to finally come back. Y/N and Cas weren’t around when he broke out so Sam had to deal with it on his own. He did and he fixed him, he got Dean back.
“Y/N…” Dean’s voice was soft. His face was back. His gentle, loving face.
The boy beams. It’s brighter than the lights dotting the sidewalk into the distance. Louis is absolutely entranced by the stretch of his lips and the way his jaw gives way to his neck, pale skin and smooth bone. There’s something about him that reminds Louis of a sunset, a painting, a beautiful thing.
or the one where louis finds harry, then loses him, then finds him again. a flawless performance from fate featuring some penguins, some celestial bodies, and a whole lot of tea.