Snowcrowmc polycue truther and twins enjoyer combination got my brain BREWING with thoughts.
Luke and Kieran, as goofy and fun as they are, are also severely traumatised. They were test subjects that literally had to kill to escape the abuse at 16. Twins, in general, have uniquely close bonds just because they're going through all their formative milestones at the same time, but twins who've been through trauma together? And because they physically feel each others pain, they not only suffered mentally but physically at the exact same time in the exact same way. That's a whole other level of codependent attachment.
Sylus is the one constant and stable person they've ever had. The one person who had guaranteed them safety (as safe as the N109 zone can get). They're attached to him because he's basically their safe haven, a surrogate father of sorts. So the twins would react to him trojan horsing his way into Zayne and MCs relationship all:
'Oh, our dad brings home a badass hunter and a caring under the stoic mask doctor? Does this mean we have THREE parental figures now?'
It's not a streach to think the twins are probably riddled with nightmares from the abuse they faces. You know who else struggles with nightmares? Zayne. If Sylus can't figure out how to comfort them in the middle of the night, Zayne can. Because he gets it, he's been there before.
As capable and tough as MC is, they're also sweet and silly with people they love. They're the fun parent. The one that will help them sneak out at 3am to get McDonalds and distact Sylus so they can pull a prank. Three goofballs with two more serious pairs of eyes making sure they're not going too crazy.
Zayne's there to patch up the wounds, help understand the psychology of trauma, crack a smile and eye roll when he's bribed into keeping a prank secret with his favourite cake. MC is there to get into trouble with, but also to provide the stickers for the masks and hugs goodnight. And Sylus? He's always been there. In his own way. The proud shoulder pat after a job well done, the allowing a small mistake to slide for them when he'd absolutely not let it slide for anyone else, checking they're asleep on the way down the hall to his own room.
All three members of the polycue bring something different to the table that the twins need to heal. Stability, nurture, the ability to goof off and be the kids they never could be, quiet concern and care, and understanding.
I CANT SHUT UP ABOUT REN AND AME AAAAH they are so cute and it hurts me so much that both have like this trauma of showing their true self gaaaah and as a Haruko aesthetic enjoyer my heart feels so much pain AAAAAGH
Request: @goblin-king-of-anarchy67 Dean Winchester x reader where the reader just throws a pie at his face. That’s it, that’s the whole plot :3
A/N: im getting back into writing again. ive been slowly chipping away at teh requests that have been sitting in my asks/drafts here on tumblr. sorry for the delay in posting them.
Summary: You throw a pie at Dean's face. [wc 938] [ao3] [tag list]
Warnings: fluff, pie throwing
Dean had survived demons, vampires, ghosts, witches, Leviathans, and more concussions than any doctor would consider medically acceptable. What finally took him down, however...was a blueberry pie.
The diner smelled like coffee, syrup, and fresh pastries. Dean was in heaven. "You smell that?" he sighed dramatically, already halfway inside before you and Sam had even finished parking the Impala. "That's the smell of civilization."
You laughed, following him inside. "You've said that about every diner we've ever stopped at."
"Because every diner deserves appreciation."
Sam rolled his eyes. "He's not exaggerating," he told you. "Last week he thanked a waitress because the pie 'saved his soul.'"
"It did."
An hour later, the hunt was solved. The shapeshifter was dead. Nobody had nearly died. It was, by Winchester standards, a fantastic day.
Dean celebrated accordingly by ordering three slices of pie. Cherry. Apple. Blueberry.
"You know," you said, stealing a fry off his plate, "most people stop at one dessert."
Dean gasped. "Most people are quitters."
He guarded his pie with his fork when you reached toward it again. "Oh no."
"What?"
"You've had fries."
"So?"
"No pie."
"I just want one bite."
"No."
"Dean."
"No."
"You are a grown man."
"I am."
"Sharing is caring."
"This is war."
You snorted. "You are ridiculous."
"And yet..." he took an obnoxiously slow bite, eyes never leaving yours, "...this is the best blueberry pie I've ever had."
Your eye twitched.
Sam noticed. "Oh no."
Dean didn't. "What?"
Sam quietly pushed his coffee farther away. "I know that look."
"What look?"
"The one that says she's about to commit a crime."
You smiled sweetly at Sam with the most innocent look you could muster. "I would never."
Dean smirked. "See? Sammy's paranoid."
You stood.
Dean frowned. "Where you going?"
"Bathroom."
"Oh." He relaxed.
The second he looked back down at his pie— You pivoted. Grabbed the paper plate. And with absolutely zero warning—
SPLAT.
Blueberry pie met Dean Winchester's face with enough force to send whipped cream into his hair.
Silence. Utter... Complete... Silence.
A nearby waitress froze mid-pour. Some old guy lowered his newspaper. Someone actually clapped. Dean sat perfectly still. Blueberries slowly slid down his cheek. A blob of whipped cream dripped off the end of his nose. Sam covered his mouth. He made one heroic attempt not to laugh. He failed spectacularly. A snort escaped. Then another. Within seconds he was doubled over in the booth, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
Dean blinked. "You..." Another blueberry rolled off his forehead. "...just threw pie..." He wiped whipped cream out of one eye. "...at my face."
You nodded. "Yep."
"Why?"
"You wouldn't share."
"THAT'S MY REASON?"
"You were being annoying."
"I was protecting my pie!"
"You were taunting me."
"It was my pie!"
"Worth it."
Dean stared. Long enough that you started wondering if maybe— maybe — You'd actually gone too far. Then... The corner of his mouth twitched. "...Worth it, huh?"
"Oh, absolutely."
He slowly reached for his napkin. You relaxed. See? Everything was fi— Instead of grabbing the napkin... He picked up the untouched slice of cherry pie.
"Oh no."
Dean smiled. The kind of wicked smile that belonged in horror movies. "Oh yes."
You backed away. "Dean."
"You started this."
"I think we've all grown from this experience."
"You weaponized dessert."
"I was expressing myself."
"You assaulted me with fruit."
"It was mostly whipped cream."
Sam wheezed. "I am begging both of you not to—"
Dean stood. You bolted.
The entire diner watched as you sprinted between booths. Dean chased after you holding an entire slice of cherry pie like it was Excalibur.
"You get back here!"
"You'll never take me alive!"
"I JUST WANT TO TALK!"
"YOU HAVE PIE!"
"I CAN TALK AND HAVE PIE!"
"No!"
You rounded the counter. Dean followed. The cook looked up once. Saw the situation. Simply stepped aside. Not his circus. Not his monkeys. This was a Waffle House, after all. He'd seen crazier things happening.
You nearly made it to the door. Nearly. Dean caught your wrist—not hard, just enough to stop you—and gently tugged you back. You stumbled into his chest with a laugh.
"There," he said triumphantly.
"Caught you."
"I surrender."
"Liar."
"Maybe."
He looked down at the pie in his hand. Then back at you. Then grinned.
"You know..."
"What?"
"I don't actually want revenge."
"You don't?"
"Nah."
Relief washed over you. "So you're just gonna let me—"
He carefully dabbed a tiny dollop of whipped cream onto the tip of your nose. "There."
You blinked. "...That's it?"
"That's it."
You smiled. "You're getting soft."
"I know."
He leaned down, brushing a quick kiss against your forehead despite the blueberry filling still stuck in his hair. "I blame you."
The waitress walked over carrying a fresh slice of blueberry pie. She set it in front of Dean. "On the house."
Dean looked between the pristine slice...and the blueberry still dripping from his jacket. "I don't know whether to feel rewarded or insulted."
She shrugged. "You made lunch entertaining."
After she walked away, Dean sighed happily. "See?" He picked up his fork. "Everything works out."
You smiled innocently. "You gonna share this one?"
He looked at you. Looked at the pie. Looked back at you. "...Absolutely not."
You reached toward it anyway.
Dean immediately slid the plate out of reach.
"Oh, come on!"
"I've learned from my mistakes."
Sam groaned into his coffee. "I'm hunting monsters with two overgrown children."
Dean didn't even look away from you. "Worth it."
You couldn't help laughing. Honestly? You'd throw another pie if it meant hearing that laugh again.
Somehow I have a tiny bit of energy after a busy weekend.
Here is drawing. <3 Thanks to everyone who came out to see me at Oddities & Curiosities in Detroit this weekend!
I really wasn't feeling him and we had like... 2 scenes for reference, then the nerd one just clicked for me lol but I have to draw more puppy earsss they are so cute and fluffy >_<
