she/them . in their twenty-somethings . inked up nosferatu . studying human behaviour . multi fandom fanfic writer . dilf enthusiast . soldier boy’s worst nightmare . winchester’s pet bat . queer . allergic to sunlight . find me in castle dimitrescu . sharp teeth . i want to eat your heart . written by tim burton & guillermo del toro .
࿐ 𐕣 nsfw & dead dove content ahead . mdni . 18+
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࿐ soldier boy putting you back in your place in front of the seven
18+.ᐟ canon typical language & sexual content.ᐟ mdni
“ben i'm sorry..” you pouted your glossy lips softly, batting your lashes prettily.
usually, the puppy eyes trick works on soldier boy. your pretty eyes being one of his ultimate weaknesses – but not today.
today you stepped wayyy out of line and over his tolerance point with your terrible bratty behaviour, and in front of everyone else including his own weirdo son – homelander.
the last person he'd want to be a witness of you making him look powerless and out of control, after all he was a goddamn alpha male, controlling his woman was supposed to be easy and come naturally.
“you're sorry?” ben's voice low and ragged, you could smell cigarette smoke on his breath as he stepped closer towards you, closing the distance and caging you in between the seven's conference table behind you and his broad, muscular body.
ben grabbed your jaw with his big calloused hand, wasn't too gentle about it either, forcing you to look up into his eyes. pure fiery fury behind his emerald greens, oh he was pissed.
“show me just how sorry you are then, doll.” he growled lowly, pressing your jaw open with his merciless fingers. “go on.”
you whimpered weakly at the pressure on your face, blinking twice to battle your pathetic tears. you haven’t seen this side of ben yet, the ‘keep acting like that and see what happens.’ side with a pitch of anger and bruised ego.
“you wanna run your mouth in front of everyone? let’s see how well you do with my cock stuffed down your throat.” ben spat out with something that gave you the chills, he was lowkey scaring you, and not only.
most of the seven couldn’t look away, seeing soldier boy – homelander’s father, snap at you was probably the most entertainment they’ve had since weeks.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: sam finds you absolutely worn out after weeks of pushing yourself to find dean
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angsty fluff.ᐟ low self worth.ᐟ sam is the sweetest bf.ᐟ use of y/n [once].ᐟ nicknames [babe, sweetheart, darlin, pretty girl].ᐟ seasons 13&14 spoilers.ᐟ brief mention of mary winchester.ᐟ
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1234 (trippy right?!?)
“hey babe, you alright?” sam asked with his little puppy frown, his hand reaching to pet your head gently. you were sitting in the library trying to do some research, the only thing was, you looked like death. skin paler than usual, dark circles sitting under your eyes, and that typical spark of life in your eyes gone. it made sam worried about you.
you looked up at him and gave him a little weak nod, trying your best to give him a smile to that.
“you sure? you look like you’re away to pass out on me” sam added, his hand touching your forehead gently, checking your temperature to see if you’re not simply ill, but it was all normal.
“when’s the last time you slept?” his voice full of concern, he pulled out a chair beside you and sat down, facing you with his hand resting on your knee. “i sleep everyday” you tried to shrug his question off, hiding the fact that you haven’t actually had proper sleep or rest in a over a week or more.
ever since archangel michael ran off possessing dean, you wanted to help sam and mary with searching for dean’s whereabouts. but you felt utterly useless because you couldn’t find shit, it was like he disappeared into thin air.
that’s where you started to over-work yourself, skip meals, sleep less or none at all due to reoccurring nightmares and insomnia that came with all the stress of wanting to prove mary that you were worthy of sam’s love, worthy enough to carry the winchester name, and most importantly to bring dean back home. he was your best friend and your boyfriends brother for gods sake, it felt like your ultimate responsibility.
sam sighed, his eyes scanning over your exhausted being. he hasn’t seen you look this tired and sleep deprived since jack ran away to find that dream walker, kaia.
he reached for your hands with his giant ones, looking at you with his signature puppy dog eyes. “sweetheart you can’t be doing this to yourself, you need to rest” his voice gentle as he spoke to you almost in a whisper. sam gently squeezed your hands.
“i’m fine sam, really, i just don’t look the best today” you faked a smile and shook your head, but he wasn’t convinced at all, even you didn’t convince yourself.
“that’s crap and you know it” sam said, his face clearly showing you that he does not believe you.
“look sam, i can’t just sit here and wait for michael to magically let dean go and come back on his own, i need to do something, i need to be useful” you explained, your voice losing it’s strength with every word. the fatigue catching up to you quicker than the speed of light.
“no y/n, what you need to do right now is get your pretty little ass to bed and get some sleep, proper sleep” sam spoke more serious now.
“but sam-” you tried to argue but he didn’t let you finish.
“i wasn’t asking darlin” sam’s more authoritative side coming out. he stood up and tugged at your hands gently, “come on, up you get”
you look up at him with a little cute glare, your lips forming a little tired pout. sam gave you a second to get up, but you tried to stand your ground and keep on working. “alright if that’s how you want it, suit yourself” he shrugged before picking you up like you weigh nothing, you let out a small yelp. sam threw you over his shoulder and started walking out the library, down the hallway.
“sam!” you couldn’t help but whine out his name, a giggle slipping past your lips. you were too weak to fight him though and he knew it, any attempt to squirm out of his grip only made him chuckle. “that’s adorable” he commented in a teasing tone. his hand holding onto the back of your thigh.
“even when you’re worn out you can’t help but be a little menace, can you?” he chuckled before kicking the bedroom door open and walking in.
sam gently tossed you onto his bed, it smelt so nice and fresh, with a hint of his cologne. the bed felt so soft and comfortable, it was like a cozy hug from sam.
“now, you’re going to take a long nap” he pulled the covers up and tucked you in. “and i will fix you something to eat and if that will mean spoon feeding you then so be it, i’m not letting you starve yourself” he added, reaching for the tv remote and putting on a movie you and sam watch together regularly. “think i didn’t notice you skipping your meals huh?”
“you need to take care of yourself more if you want to be of help, you know that right? we can’t have you walking around like the living dead” he teased but there was a truth to it. if you did truly want to help, you had to be at your best, at your 100%. not at what you currently were at.
you gave him a small nod of acknowledgment, making sam smile back at you. “that’s my girl” he caressed your head and gave you a kiss to your temple. “rest up now, for me okay?”
“i just want to be useful.. i wanna help find dean” you admitted in a quiet voice, shame creeping up behind the soft tone. sam’s brows frowning at your words. he knelt down by the bed to get to your eye level. his hand grabbing yours once again.
“hey what are you talking about? you are helping, where’d you even get the idea that you’re useless?” his eyes softening, he knew you were always hard on yourself but this? this was way past just being hard on yourself and more like becoming masochistic.
“you literally worked day and night with no breaks, trying to find dean. doesn’t sound like what a useless person would be doing” he explained, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.
“look i really want to find my brother too, but that can’t cost you your health, alright?” sam spoke, again with his puppy stare that always melt your heart. you nodded slowly.
“besides, you can’t put in more effort in trying to find my brother than me, makes me look like a bad brother” sam added jokingly, hoping he could make you smile.
you tried to give him a scolding glare but the smile gave you away. “you’re not a bad brother” you murmured softly. sam pushed a bit of your hair behind your ear with a soft smile. even when you looked shattered he couldn’t take his eyes off you, to him you were prettiest girl in the world, his girl.
“promise me you’ll take it easy and rest up for today” he spoke in a soft tone.
“i promise” you replied, nodding.
“atta girl” he whispered with a genuine soft smile, his hand petting your head for the last time before he got up. “if you need anything give me a shout or a call even, alright pretty girl?”
you smiled shyly, “okay”
sam nodded and left the room, the tv quietly playing in the background as you closed your eyes, trying to get the sleep you promised your boyfriend you’ll get.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after the weekend convention in chicago, you sneak into gens hotel room with snacks and good news, showing her the fan tweets about you two
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff.ᐟ wlw.ᐟ secret relationship.ᐟ 2000s era.ᐟ beginning of twitter.ᐟ au where gen & jared aren’t a thing.ᐟ slight undertone of you fearing homophobia.ᐟ
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 623
it was a late evening on a sunday, the chicago con was officially over and a success, despite it being so so long, everyone had a great time including your friends and coworkers from supernatural. the fans were super kind and supportive as always, which you couldn’t be more grateful for.
genevieve heard a knock at her hotel room door, making her get up from the queen bed and stroll over to the door to check the peep-hole before realising it’s you standing with a bag of snacks and a bottle of wine, with a big cheesy smile plastered across your pretty face.
she opened the door with a timid smile, pulling you in quickly before anyone could notice you sneaking into her room. “hi~” gen giggled shyly.
“hey~ yo private snack dealer is in da house.” you grinned, placing the snacks and wine on the table before plopping down on her bed, making yourself feel like at home. maybe because it wasn’t your first time sneaking into gen’s room.
you and her were going steady in a secret relationship, that misha accidentally found out about one random con a couple months ago, but he was an absolute ally and supported you and gen – rooting for you both.
you weren’t sure how the supernatural fans would react to a same-sex couple. even if destiel was a fan favourite to discuss, you two were very much a real, non-fiction couple comparing to dean x castiel.
“did you see the tweets?” you shot your head up with excitement, sitting up on the white sheets.
“what tweets?” gen’s eyes widened, twitter was still very much a new thing for the whole cast, a place to find out if the fans loved you or despised you.
“on twitter, about us. misha showed me the fan tweets.” you explained, pulling your phone out and going on the blue bird app.
“about us? but like.. good or bad ones?” gen asked nervously, not sure if this would be going a positive or negative direction.
“lots of good ones.” you grinned with excitement, “i mean, just see for yourself.” you gave your phone over to gen, open at the trending hashtag titled with your ship name.
she has a good look at them, slowly scrolling through all the fresh tweets about you two. reading every single one.
‘look at how she looks at her they are sooo in love’
‘i just know they are secretly dating, look at how shy y/n gets everytime a fan mentions ruby!’
‘may this type of love find me.’
‘can someone write a fanfic about them already?!’
‘who do you guys think is the top?’
and the replies ‘easy, y/n.’ – ‘obviously it’s ruby.’ – ‘you can tell they switch.’
and there was so much more,
genevieve let out a soft laugh of hers, throwing her head back a bit. relief overflowing her body as realisation hit, the fans were shipping you two, not just your characters, but also you. the actors.
“they ship us?” she chuckled with pure joy, giving you your phone back.
“yep.” you grinned, inching closer to her, your hand snaking up her arm before delicately cupping her jaw. “you know what that means right?”
her brown doe eyes dilating from the proximity, “not really?” she smiled shyly, looking like a confused little happy puppy.
“we can stop hiding-” you whispered with a smile of pure joy, “and go public. no more sneaking around, no more lying.”
gen let out a sigh of relief, “finally.”
you nodded with a soft look in your eyes. “i love you, genevieve cortese” you spoke tenderly before closing the distance between you with a gentle kiss.
