Some fandom questions! What are some of your favorite Jonelias headcanons? What about JonGeorgie headcanons? Have you ever thought about writing an original TMA statement and if so what would it be about? If Jon were a cat, what would he look like? What are your favorite kinks for Jon?
Jonelias headcanons:
Elias is so soft for Jon. He didn't expect to be, but he just adores Jon so much and would raze the world to the ground if it meant they would be together for eternity.
They bicker-flirt CONSTANTLY. All the time. It never fucking ends.
Jon is really frustrated with Elias basically acting like his sugar daddy and trying to pay for everything for him and being genuinely controlling but. . . it's also really nice to be taken care of for once.
Peter is technically part of their relationship. He will deny this to his last breath.
They bought a nice house together with plenty of outdoor space for Jon to have the garden he desperately wanted. They even had specially made cat-proof fencing put up so that their cats could hang out outside with them and not escape their house :)
Elias is entranced by Jon's eyes. Jon was always told that they were boring, just plain brown, but Elias thinks they're deep and rich and so beautiful that he could get lost in them for hours. Jon, who hates eye contact, would prefer if Elias Did Not Do That™
Jongeorgie headcanons:
Urban exploration! They met through an urbanex group! Melanie is in it too :)
A lot of their earlier relationship was fraught with arguments and tension because they were young and traumatized and didn't know how to communicate what they wanted or needed to each other. Once they both grew up a bit and put more effort into actually talking, they settled down fast.
Jon is bi ace and Georgie is pan and they're both polyamorous :)
If they did break up after uni like in canon, I like to think that when they meet each other again years later, they slowly fall back in love and start rediscovering the things about each other they forgot and learning about the things that have changed since they've been apart.
Jon is classic punk, Georgie is trad goth, and they have a youtube channel where they play video games and do each other's makeup and talk about shit like horror movies and the supernatural.
Jon regularly guest stars on What the Ghost to talk about statements that the Institute receives. This actually leads to a HUGE boost in popularity for the Institute and more people coming in to give real statements, so Elias doesn't really care that Jon is technically breaking his contract.
I don't do original statements or statement fics so I've never thought about it, sorry!
If Jon was a cat, he would absolutely 100% be a domestic longhair brown tabby. He would look like a feral rescue though, scarred to high hell and a chunk or two missing from his ear and always just a bit too skinny for comfort.
And finally, my favorite kinks for him are objectification and dehumanization! Anything where he isn't expected to be an active participant and where he's basically just an object for his partner(s) to use. The less he's acknowledged, the better.
some prompt ideas for your perusal! cold hands; lingering gaze; sharp words; an unexpected gift; walking with the wind causing your scarf and hair to billow out behind you.
a;kdjf i am very slowly working through these prompts. thanks so much for sending them! i settled on sharp words. and since you didnt specify the pairing that means i get to pick so....s2 canon divergence jontim??
thank you again to Bloodsbane on discord for helping with characterization.
cw for stalking, jon is vaguely suicidal, casual discussion of tim theoretically murdering jon
It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, and Tim is standing in front of his house, arms aching under a heavy load of groceries, staring at the person sitting on the bench across from his house. Their face is hidden behind a newspaper, but he can faintly make out the peach-colored plasters that encircle the fingers even from here, and he cannot do this right now.
He sets the groceries down on the front porch with a bit more force than he meant to and marches across the street. The fingers tighten and the paper crinkles loudly as he approaches, but the hands don’t lower, and that somehow pisses him off even more.
Tim grabs the top of the newspaper and yanks, and Jon lets out a surprised cry as half his cover is ripped away. They stare at each other for a moment, Tim so incandescent with anger that he can’t even begin to speak, Jon’s eyes wide and surprised and tinged with the faintest flush of fear.
Tim takes a step forward. Jon lets out a tiny, pathetic sound and flinches, lifting his arms to protect his head, and Tim -
Stops. Feels every bit of the anger drain out of him, replaced with bone-deep hurt and bitter disappointment and pure exhaustion.
“Well?” he asks, gesturing toward his house. “If you’re not planning on leaving, you might as well come inside.”
Jon’s throat bobs as he swallows once, then twice, and slowly lowers his arms. His gaze is still bright with fear as he tentatively asks, “Are you...are you going to kill me?”
Anger flashes through him white hot, and he closes his eyes and breathes through it. Once he feels like he’s not going to start screaming, he opens his eyes and looks steadily down at Jon. “And what would you do if I was going to kill you?” his gaze travels slowly over Jon, noting the rumpled shirt, the stark lack of anything to defend himself with. Out loud he wonders, “What was your plan?”
Jon just looks at him, mouth agape, like he hadn’t thought that far ahead. Tim sighs, turns around, and walks back to the house. Either Jon will follow him, or he won’t.
He’s not sure if he’s disappointed or relieved when he hears quiet footsteps behind him.
Jon doesn’t say anything as Tim lets them into the house, as he puts his groceries away. He just hovers in the living room, looking around warily like he’s never seen the place before, which he has. Tim, Jon, and Sasha used to have movie nights here when they were researchers, and the memory of them sitting together on the couch, laughing over some stupid plot twist or what have you, almost bowls him over.
“Take a seat,” Tim orders stiffly. “Tea?”
Jon opens his mouth, then thinks better of it and simply nods, shoulders tight as a bowstring as he sits carefully on one of the chairs.
Tim thinks about all the things that he wants to say, all the things he probably shouldn’t say, as he fills the kettle. What he really wants are some magic words that will make everything go back to the way it was before they joined the archives, when there were no worms or murderers and things were easy. There aren’t, of course there aren’t, and it’s a stupid, wistful thought, but he wants it so badly that he has to dig his fingernails into the palms of his hands to ground himself.
But that’s impossible, because there were worms, and Jon’s paranoia has a very real source, for all that his reaction to it is invasive and unacceptable. He doesn’t think there’s any possible way to fix it, but there has to be a way to make this better, to - to relieve the pressure, so to speak.
Christ, Tim just wants his friend back.
So he puts the kettle on the stove, removes two mugs and a box of tea down from his cabinet. Takes a deep breath and turns to look at Jon, whose gaze immediately snaps from the house to him.
“So,” Tim begins, then stops, uncertain where to go from there. Then, because Jon is still favoring him with that wary, suspicious scowl, “Stop looking at me like that.”
Jon’s head jerks down and his gaze skitters away, but he doesn’t apologize.
Tim lets out a ragged sigh, drags his hands over his face, and reminds himself that Jon came here despite his suspicion, which must mean that deep down he’s sick of this too. “Jon, this has to stop.”
Jon bites his lip, his shoulders tensing up around his ears. He looks two seconds from bolting, but still he says nothing.
“Christ, Jon,” Tim bursts out, slapping his hand against the counter for emphasis. He almost pauses when Jon flinches so hard he almost falls right out of his seat, but shakes his head and soldiers on. “What - what the fuck do you want? From - from me, from Martin. What can I do to convince you that I’m not some cold-blooded killer?”
“What I want is to find Gertrude’s killer!” Jon bursts out, finally. “If I can just figure it out, get some answers -”
Tim throws his arms into the air. “And then what? You - you’re not even carrying anything to defend yourself. What if I was the killer?” he looks around the kitchen frantically. Points to the kettle, “What if I poisoned this tea? Or,” points to the knife block, “Or took one of these knives out and stabbed you? What then, Jon?”
“Then at least I would know,” Jon grits, eyes wild. “At least then it would be over.”
“Well sure,” Tim retorts, sharp as anything. “And then you’d be no better off than Gertrude, because you’d be dead.”
They both freeze mid-gesture at that. Jon stares at Tim, eyes wide, mouth pressed in a firm, tight line. Tim lowers his hands to his sides, the air in his lungs escaping in one long, slow rush.
“Is that really what you want?” he asks, and it comes out all soft, less like the sharp accusation he wanted it to. “Because...even if you don’t believe me, that’s not what I want.”
Jon finally looks away, his long, clever fingers rubbing senseless patterns against the arm of the chair. “I want to believe you,” he says miserably. “I’m just....”
The kettle behind him screams, and Tim finally creaks into motion. He turns around and mechanically pours the boiling water into the mugs, watching as the liquid almost immediately begins to darken. He adds a bit of the milk that he’d purchased just that day, then some sugar, and walks over to deposit one in front of Jon.
Then he sits down on the couch, cradling the other mug between his palms, and asks, “Do you really think that I’m a killer?”
Jon turns to him, eyes wide. “No!” then cringes inward, one hand reaching up to tug at his messy curls. “Yes. Fuck, I can’t...I just don’t know, Tim. You’re, I don’t think you are, I don’t - but Gertrude didn’t either, did she? She wasn’t, she wasn’t careful enough, and someone killed her, someone got her, and if I’m not careful they’ll get me too. I, I can’t relax, I can’t get comfortable -”
Tim raises a quelling hand, cutting him off before he can spiral any further, burying the hurt that one desperate yes had caused. “So we’re all equally suspicious.”
“Yes,” Jon says, relieved. He picks up his tea, looks down into it, before setting it aside again, like he really does suspect that it’s been poisoned.
“Okay,” Tim says, drumming his fingers against his knee, thinking. Jon is watching him intently, though it’s less frightened and more hopeful, like he’s expecting Tim to magically produce the solution to all his problems. It used to be nice, when someone as smart as Jon looked at him like that. Instead he just feels vaguely annoyed, because this isn’t his fucking responsibility - except he’s committed now, so it kind of is. “...What if I helped you?”
Jon gives him a startled look. “I - what?”
Tim shrugs, trying to figure out how to word this in a way that’ll get through to Jon. “I mean, you said it yourself. You don’t actually have a plan if you find the killer, so it doesn’t matter. If I’m the murderer you’ll be dead, but at least you’ll know.” He can’t believe he’s actually suggesting this. “If I’m not, then you’ll have a second pair of hands helping you figure this all out.”
Jon looks equally incredulous for a moment, but then it fades into quiet consideration. Eventually he says, “...But why? Why would you...”
“Because I hate that you’re doing this, but you’re scared and I don’t think I can convince you to stop,” Tim tells him tiredly. “I’d rather know what you’re doing instead of you just...shutting me out.” That hurts more than anything else, he doesn’t say. “And if I help, maybe this will all be over sooner. Maybe this will finally end.”
For a moment Jon looks at him, and for a moment he gets a glimpse of what’s buried beneath all the primal terror and sleep-deprived fervor: Jon as he was, young and small and scared. That little bit of clarity lands like a gut punch.
“...I’m sorry, Tim,” Jon whispers, curling in on himself, wrapping his fingers in his sweater. “I’m sorry that you have to do this. I’m so sorry. But...yes, please help me.”
“Yeah, well,” Tim forces a wry smile on his face that probably looks more like a grimace, and feels something lock in place. “What are us assistants for?”
for the WIP game: i am intrigued by "untitled_1" - it's like a randomizer button! you have no idea what's waiting for you on the other side :o
untitled_1 is one of the wips i have that i'm not sure if i'll ever publish (tbh i am so bad at picking up old wips and actually finishing them). it's the fic i work on periodically when i'm feeling particularly awful, and the basic premise of it is that jon is doing very poorly somewhere else but is struggling to get help for a variety of reasons. reading back over it now, it's not something i would necessarily mind publishing, but idk if it'll ever reach any sort of satisfactory conclusion because it's, in essence, a vent fic. maybe if i feel particularly inspired? but for the foreseeable future, it will remain untitled_1 haha
here's an excerpt:
For some reason, looking at the crack in his phone still made him want to cry. But that wasn’t an altogether unusual feeling as of late, so he ignored it and set the phone face-down on the bed and went to brush his teeth.
(If something were really wrong, he wouldn’t be able to muster the energy to do that—right? That’s what all the literature says, anyway. Jon’s been reading a lot of it lately, just to prove to himself that he’s fine.)
Sooooooo this series is pretty great. I’m an absolute sucker for slice-of-life SPN, and there are NO WORDS for how much I love this author’s Dean. Dean Winchester’s issues are many, but he’s working on it, okay?
Favorite AU:
Rvr Ro11435 by Ferritin4
In which Castiel is an operations analyst, Dean is a grease monkey, and even though it's set at NASA no one goes to space.
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OFFICE ROMANCE!! And, oh my Jesus, this fic is so, so immersive. I honestly…cannot believe how amazing this author is. This fic has humor, tension, oh-baby-please-give-Cas-some-cookies-and-cuddles angst. (Cas does, in fact, get both cookies and cuddles.) This story is so quintessentially Supernatural it’s insane, one-in-a-thousand, and it’s an AU!
Favorite Short fic:
And Then We Wait by anglophileprussian
Dean is a basket case of emotion and Charlie likes a challenge (and is kind of lonely).
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This is adorable and real and heartbreaking. My favorite Charlie of any fic ever, and I think we can all agree that Dean needs more friends.
Favorite Long fic:
Remaining Grace by todisturbtheuniverse
Sam's missing his soul, Castiel has a pissy archangelic nemesis, and Dean wonders if he'll be spending the rest of his life making sure the Apocalypse doesn't go ahead as scheduled. Still, though. He's happy to see Cas. Indiana wasn't really working out.
Alternate season 6, in a universe where Castiel made a different choice, and things snowball from that point forward.
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This fic is so good?? And apparently VASTLY underrated, because I’ve only just recently stumbled across it. The characterizations are great, smart writing – it’s a really interesting read. Definitely a long fic that doesn’t drag like some do.
Favorite Angst:
unfinished duet by mishcollin
Sam watches Dean and Cas over the years and notices a few things. (Or, Dean and Cas unscripted.)
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My poor abused heart. A series of canon Dean/Cas moments – starting with 4.01, ending with 9.03 – and everything hurts.
Favorite Fluff:
Apple Pie by Anythingtoasted
“So, uh. What now?” He asked them both, and whereas Sam’s face was blank, and the word ‘Amelia’ was clearly just behind his teeth, Castiel spoke up immediately.
“I think we should revisit your ‘Charming B&B’ idea.”
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IT'S SO!!!!!!!! FLUFFY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favorite PWP:
Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons
post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker.
Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.
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Okay yes this is trope-y as fuck but I love it.
Favorite Fusion/Crossover:
Excerpts From Carver Edlund's Magnum Opus by twentysomething
on DW
"C'mon, Cas, it's like we're Mulder and Scully, this is totally X-Files," he says expansively, waving a hand around. It makes his tie flap and momentarily obscure the new and distracting belt buckle that just says "LUCKY" in huge, embarrassing reflective script in the early morning light. Castiel just stares blankly at him.
"I don't know what that means," Cas replies. Dean sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose under the bright yellow sunglasses.
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Bones fusion fic that really stuck with me! If you’ve never seen Bones then you can definitely still read (though some of the characterizations may seem weird if you haven’t.) Something about the (amazing) Dean and Cas voices and the story pacing begs for a podfic, but I don’t think one exists. (Yet!)
Favorite Fandom Trope:
Every Man's Got A Right by MollyC
Cas never expected to live through Dean's last plan. Now, he's not only alive, he's in the past—before Dean went to Hell, before he made the deal at all. Can a fallen angel and a couple of hunters change the future by altering the past?
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Trope: Time-Travel
*warnings: (2014!Cas) drug use, (canon-typical) violence, minor character death*
2014!Cas in S2 Supernatural. Ho boys. I will admit that I’m not typically the biggest fan of End!Verse, and I was a bit wary of a 2014!Cas, but this author changed my mind in the first 5k. And please don’t let the first-person POV scare you off. Seriously, this is…an amazing read.
Favorite Fandom Author:
xylodemon in Supernatural at AO3
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One of those special, special few where every fic is a great fic. And a currently-active writer, at that! Many many thanks to you, xylodemon.
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(And because I’m unrepentant fandom trash)
Favorite RPF:
A Sort of Fairy Tale by misslucyjane
Misha loves Jensen. Jensen is … getting there.
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There’s something so muted and raw about this one. A very unique characterization of both Misha and Jensen that still holds true.
send me a 🌹 and i'll post a random sentence of a random WIP!
This is from a time travel AU that I started waaay back in July 2020 and then promptly abandoned when I realized how much work time travel AUs are. I'm still pretty fond of certain aspects of it though!
There’s thoughts overlaid over thoughts overlaid over thoughts, like there’s multiple versions of Martin all existing at the same time, in the same mind—no, there are multiple versions.
Before we started talking in earnest you were probably ... hm. A 6 or 7? Namely because you seemed very confident in technology and Discord and I was flailing my arms going like "I absolutely know what I'm doing don't look at me everything is fine" and you were over there talking about Bots and Coding Generators. Now that we are actually friends I'm going to say a 1 because you are extremely sweet & friend-shaped u_u
"I absolutely know what I'm doing don't look at me everything is fine" is the best possible summation of how I feel about technology, not gonna lie. Half of that stuff is just straight-up black magic and I am but a neophyte technomancer.
Also jhgdahdas being sweet & friend-shaped... that’s one of the best compliments I could ever receive. I am Honored. Reading it gave me a lot of warm fuzzies and i am incredibly soft, thank you ;w;
Everybody knows that true mates are bullshit. They belong to the realm of romantic comedies and the wistful anecdotes about a friend-of-a-friend who met their true mate while shopping for groceries and was mated the next day and lived happily ever after.
Except, when Castiel Milton writes an article disparaging the mythology surrounding true mates in social activist magazine "Voice", he's unprepared for the backlash. Instead of backing down, he's determined to write a follow-up defending himself and the thousands of people who have been left behind by partners obsessed with finding their 'true mate'. The first person on his list to interview: one D. Winchester, whose letter has piqued his curiosity about the man who grew up with true-mated parents in a turbulent relationship.
But Castiel's entire worldview is shaken when he meets Dean Winchester and realizes that the mythology surrounding true mates might not be entirely bullshit.
Words: 6310, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Anna Milton, Uriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean Winchester, Journalist Castiel, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Lonely Castiel, Social Issues, Activist Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Aro-Spec Castiel, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Pining
