Ships (besides Sastiel): implied/minor Wincest, minor Destiel
Summary: Cas has been a single parent since Jack was a baby. He can’t remember the last time he was touched by someone outside of family or work. Frankly, a part of him doesn’t want to be touched. It means developing a connection and it’s not something Cas thinks he can risk, not with a human. Not until he meets an escort named Sam.
Will Cas and Sam have a chance to connect beyond a professional relationship? Or will it all crash and burn from past trauma and Dean’s determination to protect Sam at all costs?
The only angst I want to see from Rey and Rose is them doing something mundane till Rose accidentally calls Rey Paige.
It was a kind of therapy after her sister was gone. None of the junk parts in the hanger needed polishing, but it kept her hands busy. If her hands were covered in grease, she wouldn’t touch her necklace. She wouldn’t cry because she wouldn’t be able to wipe her tears away with greasy fingers. If she focused on making every thread in the pile of spare parts shine, she wouldn’t be able to think about how her sister was gone goneGONE.
She had been polishing for a few days when the Jedi joined her in the underbelly of the ship. At first, she thought she’d be reprimanded, but Finn’s friend—Rey, she corrects herself—picks up a rag to join her.
“Thanks. I had been meaning to go through the parts, but I haven’t been able to slip away until now,” she explains with a grin, and Rose understands why Finn would want to run away to save this girl now. Her smile is like the sun, disarming and warm in the cold vacuum of space, and she feels a faint glow rise up in her throat.
There’s a faint thread of suspicion though. Not that Rey is an enemy or a romantic threat, but that she has no idea what she’s doing. What would a Jedi know about ship parts, after all?
Except Rey obviously does know what she’s doing, picking through the jumbled box of parts with a practiced ease and using her nails to guide the rag into the tiny crevices of the screw threads. She even knows to go counter-clockwise as she avoids the delicate gold wire connections on a cylindrical drive component, and it’s enough to make Rose relax.
After a while, it becomes a common sight to see the two together with a box of parts between them. Small talk begins to eek out between them. Rose finds out both of them are from nowhere, and that Finn seems to always make awful first impressions.
It’s when Rey makes a teasing remark about Finn’s doting over Rose that she makes her mistake.
“I can’t believe you said that, Paige!” Rose shrieks when she notices the stunned, perplexed look on her friend’s face.
And the avalanche of thoughts begins.
It’s not Paige she’s talking to, but Rey.
Paige isn’t the one teasing her about Finn.
Paige doesn’t even know she has a boyfriend now because Paige is gone and she isn’t coming back.
The realization is a cruel knife in her chest. Her face is crumpling with tears before she even realizes it.
“S-sorry,” Rose forces out. She’s making Rey uncomfortable; she probably has no clue why she’s crying, but it doesn’t stop Rey from wiping off her hands and rushing forward.
She tries to wipe the tears off Rose’s face, calloused thumbs sweeping over the apples of Rose’s tear-stained cheeks.
But the kindness does nothing to fill the pit of grief swallowing her whole.
PLEASE do not use this image w/o permission, repost or remove the caption. A painting test that got out of hand. Getting better at this painting thing slowly (I think?). Practice makes perfect?
From an upcoming Aegis scene. It was only a matter of time before I painted something, lol.Posting it so I can include it in the fic later!
Ugh fuck this is all so damn good though
😂 thank you very much.
This is the one I was trying to find earlier! Love Hades and Persephone!
“My god, can you stop that?” Ketch hissed as his mother left the room to prepare some tea.
“It’s not my fault I stress eat. I wouldn’t be chain eating these fucking toffees if you’d let me bring some gum!” Dean hissed back as he stuffed yet another butterscotch toffee in his mouth and tried to shove the wrapper in his his pocket which was now overflowing with them.
“If you stop stuffing your face with sweets I’ll give you something even better to occupy your mouth when we get home.”
Dean didn’t eat another butterscotch the whole afternoon.
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Send me a pairing and a prompt and I shall write you a three sentence or more fic.)
“Oh my God, Meg – you aren’t gonna bite my dick, are you?” Sam clutches the bed sheets beneath him, trying to slow his breathing but it’s impossible with those wicked teeth so close to the sensitive head of his cock.
Meg snorts. “Thought you were kinky, Sammy.”
“Are you serious? M-Meg, f-fuck -”
“Try to relax. It might hurt but you’ll be coming back for seconds, I guarantee it.”
As terrified as he is, the thought that Meg feeding on him might fill the void inside him, giving him that extra ‘something’ he’s been missing… it’s too tempting to pass up.
When Sam feels Meg’s deliciously sharp teeth sink into his bare thigh, when he hears her moaning as his blood lands on her tongue, Sam can’t hold back – he comes untouched.
“Told you,” Meg pants, mouth a gory mess when Sam pushes her head away from his body. “You’ll be back.”
She’s so patient as Claire slowly weaves the intricate design in rope. Standing still, turning when asked, it’s a beautiful process that Claire has started to love. There’s something about seeing her doll threads of rope that makes her immensely happy. And Kaia needs it, begs for it when it’s been too long. Because amidst the scars from her dreams, Kaia wants to look down and see scars that Claire has left behind on her skin. Kaia wants to – no, needs to – know that Claire is there with her always, and the scars are the only thing she can take with her when she sleeps.
“On your knees,” Claire demands, stepping back and reaching for another spool of rope.
Kaia drops without hesitation, hands bound behind her back and head ducking in submission. “Yes, mistress.”
okay this is probably my favorite hate i ever got, it’s so good it’s like a PARODY of real hate but here it is in my inbox, as real as the nose on my face
1) i really really really love that THIS is the reason Dean won’t fuck Jeff Goldblum, of all the reasons
2) if dean ever had the opportunity to fuck jeff goldblum, straight or not, you genuinely think he WOULDN’T? no fuckin way. if jeff goldblum wants to bone down, you say thank you and you bone down, that’s just the way this world we live in functions
you idiot……you fool, you maroon, you’ve only made my desire for jean winblum…..deff goldchester….grow
Rating: Mature Relationship: Dean Winchester/Jeff Goldblum Warnings: Everything you never asked for but wanted, Jeff Goldblum’s amazing reading voice a/n: thank you anon, schmerzerling, and the trashbrigade for making this possible
The rumble started in his feet and moved through his body like an earthquake. Instantly, Dean broke out into a sweat and grabbed the arm of the guy sitting next to him on the plane. Normally, that person would be Sam – today, it was not.
“Oh, shit. Sorry,” Dean said to the unsuspecting person on the other end of his death grip.
“It’s fine, really, I get it. Bad flyer? Bad fliers having to fly is just….” he spaced off for a minute. “Unfortunate.”
My artwork for this year’s SPN Holiday Mixtape with @scones-and-texting-and-murder. As usual it was such a pleasure working with her, thank goodness for her endless patience with my constant art angst. Go read One for Each Night, it’s the perfect Destiel holiday goodness! ❤
It’s a short fic and it made me laugh. Particularly this line:
Castiel took one of Sam’s fries, and Sam let him, the traitor, like an angel with his refutations of “gender essentialism” and shit was more worthy than his own brother.
20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!
Oh, man I hate these questions. I always feel like I’m going to miss someone (and I am) b/c I love so many different fics and authors. I’ll mention someone I haven’t mentioned before.
@jemariel recently wrote a destiel fic called Lazarus Writing that is freaking amazing. I seriously love this fic. It’s funny as fuck, there’s some freaking good moral turmoil and I love the ending for a few reasons. It’s a good fic and I strongly recommend it.
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