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baby I will cuz I really want to by solsticat
Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Original Work
24 Jul 2024
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When Chappell spots a girl reading Alison Bechdel during her concert, she knows she has to get to know her better. But Y/N is more complicated than Chappell realizes... After a disastrous first meeting, will the pair manage to figure things out?
Completely based on a Tumblr post by @halfbakedhedonist
(I still have some ideas and this may be updated at some point in the future but don't hold your breath)
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a story of the transition from children to martyrs.
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Written for the HP Femslash fest's May 31 prompt "Dear Diary" (This kind of got away from me and now it's only tangentially diary-related)
Lily finds out that Pandora's been keeping a secret from her.
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The Things That Hunt You in the Night by FriendofCarlotta
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
18 Dec 2025
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1993: Twelve-year-old Castiel Novak would follow his best friend Dean Winchester anywhere — including to a cabin in the woods where they find a mysterious board game inspired by their favorite book, Carnival of Terror. When Dean disappears while playing the game, Castiel is forced to confront a new world: one where his memories of what happened to Dean are dismissed as the fictions of a traumatized mind.
2008: Living in a new town, under a new name, Castiel is doing his best to move on with his life. But when Dean’s younger brother Sam appears on his doorstep in search of answers, Castiel needs to make a choice: does he truly want to let the past go? Or should he play the game one final time and hope that Dean will return to him?
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Charlie and Sam drag Dean to a party on campus and he's a little taken aback by the system they're using to identify who is and who isn't single. Why does the process of simplifying things have to be so difficult?
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Dean is about to laugh again, but it freezes in his throat when Cas’ pants are on the ground. Dean watches as Cas reaches down to tug his socks off, and he feels all earlier amusement evaporate. Cas is steadily bitching as he moves around, but for the life of him, Dean has no idea what he's saying.
Dean's absolutely riveted because Cas is wearing panties. Not just any pair of panties, either. They're white lace with a red trim, stretched obscenely across Cas’ muscular thighs. Cas turns and bend over, chasing a sock, and Dean is pretty sure his soul left his body in that moment.
Cas snaps back up, whirling around on Dean with obvious annoyance, and he moves forward. Dean watches the way the panties move with him, splayed prettily over his tan skin, and the next thing he knows, he’s having a fucking orgasm on the spot.
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A smirk curls Dean's lips, and he shoves to his feet. He waits until Sam's looking him firmly in his eyes before he plasters on a sharp shit-eating grin. Cas lets out a small sigh, settling further back in his seat to watch what would most likely be a disaster.
“Told you that ya needed to get laid,” Dean teased, eyes bright. “Good going, Sammy.”
“It's not- We're not -”
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you're not going to get laid. Go ahead.”
Sam averts his eyes and says nothing. Dean tosses his head back and cackles. Cas stares at the tabletop and contemplates how he ended up here. Dean's overly pleased with himself, and Sam snatches up his bag with annoyance, shooting Dean the middle finger.
“Bye, Cas,” Sam shouts pointedly, narrowing his eyes at Dean.
“Goodbye, Sam,” Cas replies. “Enjoy your sexual intercourse with Eileen.”
Dean crows with laughter as Sam growls and slams the bunker door loudly. Cas looks up at Dean with barely veiled amusement, and Dean thinks that he's the best thing since sliced bread. Still, he has plans. With an innocent smile, Dean rushes off to put things in motion. Cas is none the wiser.
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An old Italian witch needs a hard-to-find ingredient. She figures that she can get the Winchesters to bring it to her by casting a harmless kissing curse on Dean. This is what’s happening in reality, but we’re going to ride-along in Dean’s mind, which doesn't actually need any of the above info to figure things out.
(Revised 2/9/14)
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19 Feb 2025
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The night passes exactly as slowly as five episodes of Dr. Sexy, with commercials. That and some drinking cures most of Dean's urge to bitch. At night, being cursed isn't actually that much different from being regular bitter-and-alone Dean. But even without speech he can still count his blessings. Two of them are sitting in the library trying to help him. What’s new, right? The three of them together are like a cyclical daisy-chain of redemption, each man being pulled out of the depths of some kind of certain destruction by the man behind him, and proceeding to rescue the man in front.
"Stop." Cas protests while beginning to smile. "That... it tickles."
It feels good, like all the candy and no stomach ache, so Dean continues by deftly jabbing his fingers into the angel's midriff, past that damned silly coat, which at this point Cas has only re-donned for the Winchester's nostalgia, he's sure. He finds more brick wall under delicate layers of clothing and skin, and he rakes his digits into it like he's digging for an alien fetus. Cas smirks and turns away and Dean revels in for once being the playful kid who doesn't know any better against the older boy who can really take a lickin'. It feels so good not to worry about hurting someone for five minutes. Or maybe it feels good to know he couldn’t if he tried. Either way, it gets even better, as Cas’s response to tickling is a bit more ethereal than Dean would have imagined.
Yes, mere days ago he was a human with an angel blade shoved through his chest, but now he's radiating grace kisses instead of laughter. Dean stands back and shivers as something heavenly pulses through him. He wants to tell Cas how awesome it is, but they're not kissing so he just gapes like a fish while Cas takes a breath, then tilts his head, this time contemplating.
Cas takes the initiative and steps over to Dean, kissing his cheek because he wants to hear what Dean wants to say and the solution is odd and inconvenient but so so far from impossible or even unpleasant and Dean wonders if these were the kind of kisses Jesus used to sling around amongst his disciples because those kisses had sounded weird but Cas's kisses are unabashed and kind and they make Dean feel like forgiveness is the easiest thing in the world, even for someone like him.
"That grace touch thing is pretty awesome." He sighs, because he can momentarily accept that his murderous past is forgotten and be tongued by an angel but he can't actually use the word "kiss" to label their activities.
“Though-” and thank the almightily indifferent God Cas is talking again because Dean’s knuckles are going white as he gets to the part where tender touches turn rougher, but maybe Cas kind of likes it - “I believe that my knowledge of your previous relationships and my desire to be accepted by you and your brother make heterosexual relations the more obvious choice.”
Whoosh. Mushroom cloud. And that’s just it, isn’t it? Dean had tried to introduce Cas to the wonderful world of sex with women. He’d tried to bankroll it. At first it hadn’t stuck, but it’s not like the invitation was ever revoked. And Dean had been proud of him as soon as Cas announced he finally lost it. It was healthy. It was something Dean and Sam couldn’t do for him, or each other, despite how adamantly the forums insisted otherwise. They all had to go out from time to time and find girls. Cas had finally joined the big boy club.
But if Cas had decided to go pop his gay cherry it would have been different. Because Dean would have been buying Cas a dick, which Dean already had. That’s just not fiscally responsible. If Dean were a barber, he wouldn't have sent Cas out to some strip mall for his first haircut and shave either. That’s not what friends do. Especially open-minded friends who love all kinds of sex and are not as uptight and judgmental as they previously thought that their brother thought they were.
Dean wonders where he was going with this train of thought.
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“Seriously guys, think about it. We’re on a road trip, but in space. It’s a crime that we’re not playing any road trip games right now!”
“Like what? I-Spy?” Keith asks dryly. “I spy with my little eyes a star. Oh wait, that’s everywhere.”
“Your sarcasm is not appreciated,” Lance says pleasantly. “Also, that’s not how the game works.”
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The team needs some way to entertain themselves during their little space road trip. Somehow, Lance convinces everyone to play a classic game of Truth or Dare.
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Keith thinks about it for a few seconds. “Who’s your favourite paladin?”
Hunk and Lance ‘ooh’ collectively.
“Romelle,” Allura replies. She doesn’t even hesitate.
“Hey!” Lance squawks. “Romelle isn’t even a paladin!”
“Oh.” Allura frowns. “Then Keith.”
“What?!”
Keith has a shit-eating grin on his face. He folds his arms and leans back on his chair, like he’s won the game or something. Which doesn’t even make sense because you can’t win Truth or Dare! Lance cannot believe this.
He glares at Keith through the screen, who winks back—Keith winks. Lance hates him. He can’t believe he’s blushing. Asshole.