#sunriserose1023

[navybrat817]

PUH-LEASE tell me you’ve seen this!

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXPqf_nktM-/?igsh=MW5rdGE0ZjQzemY2

I have died dead. RIP, me.

Love the focus on the arms and hands, Rachel! Yes, please.

But can we imagine Abbot cooking for you after you have had a long day? He works hard and you want to take care of him, but he just wants to take care of you.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[spnfic-search-blog]

Hi!! I’m looking for a series where I’m pretty sure the reader lived with Sam, Jess, and Dean. And Deans dating Cassie asked Cassie to live them and y/n moves out because she has feelings for Dean and had for years and I think Y/n moves above the road house and is bestfriends with Jo?? That’s all I can remember. Thank you so much!!

Hey Nonnie I believe it’s “Cherry Stem Knots” by @sunriserose1023

Cherry Stem Knots

Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge, Week 2! PROMPT: “I know! Isn’t it great?” CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Cassie Robinson

Reminders on how to not lose fics

If you’re signed in to Ao3 bookmark the fic kudos and comment so it can be in your history

If you don’t have an account bookmark it on your phone and comment something memorable about the fic so when the author responds you’ll now have a direct link to the fic in your email

For tumblr reblog with a short easy to remember tag so you can always find it again on your own blog

On mobile there is a symbol on the post that resembles a paper plane when you hit that scroll to the end where it has the more option and click save to reading list. Now the post/fic will be saved to your phones reading list that is easily accessible through your web browser

[kittenofdoomage]

For the ask game, 2 and 20. (Hope you’re having a great day!)

2. what would you name your future kids?

We’ve never agreed on anything. I like the name Felicity for a girl, but I’m picky with boy names. Unlikely I’m ever gonna need ‘em though 😂😂😂

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

I’m very partial to Biffy Clyro’s latest album. Tiny Indoor Fireworks has been an earworm for the last few weeks.

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

@sunriserose1023 replied to your post “Henry Cavil is an immortal and no one will ever convince me otherwise.”

Excuse me, ma’am. I’m going to need you to give me that fic because I am OBSESSED with Lore Olympus.

Ohhhh prepare yourself *rubs hands together* It’s SO GOOD!

HERE is the link. That author has at least one other Ares x Persephone fic too. Their writing is fabulous, but that one especially killed me. 

[soy-em]

Wincest writing challenge: Nothing under the umbrella

For @wincestwritingchallenge

Wincest Writing Challenge: March | @soy-em​ vs. @sunriserose1023​ Rating: PG13 | Wordcount: 1450 |  AO3 Link  Tags/Warnings: The only warning is that I 100% did not recognise the prompt picture until long after I’d written this... Summary: Sam hates it, the lurching, aching feeling of disorientation when Dean is hurt

Prompt: Hurt Dean

It's no different this time, Dean falling backwards, winded and bleeding, as the ghost smacks a chair into his face. Sam’s chest tightens, aches with anxiety as he sees his brother go down, sees blood on Dean’s face. It doesn’t matter how many times Dean bleeds, it still cuts Sam too.

Sam hates it, the lurching, aching feeling of disorientation when Dean is hurt. It's like his brain goes on strike, blocking out everything around him with tunnel-vision focused on green eyes and scattered freckles. His world narrows to the rhythm of Dean’s chest, syncing his own to his brothers with a staggering pull. It doesn’t matter what’s going on around them, whether anyone else is hurt or in danger - he’s only able to carry on as long as that’s in Dean’s best interests. He can salt and burn the ghost, shoot the werewolf straight between the eyes, stick the silver knife in the shape shifter, but only if that’s what’s best for Dean, if that’s what will get him to his brother’s side fastest.

He fights back against the ghost, half his attention on Dean, but that’s all the ghost needs really. Lighter fluid races across its bones and it disappears in a rush, leaving silence in its wake.

Sam skids across the floor, drops to his knees with a bruising thump and starts to pat Dean down, trying to work out where his injury is. Perhaps, in his frantic worry, he’s a little more forceful than necessary but hallelujah, it seems to rouse his brother and suddenly Dean is wracked with huge, gasping breaths.

Sam’s own lungs echo his brother’s to the unspoken beat of ‘soulmate, soulmate, soulmate’. Not for the first time, or the last, Sam is reminded of that trip upstairs, the familiar, grimy beer-salt smell of the roadhouse and Ash, leaning towards them with the clear expectation that they’d freak out. But Sam had only felt something settle, quiet and content, in his heart at the long-overdue explanation of what he and Dean are. There’s no label, certainly, in the everyday world for them, nothing under the umbrella, even wide-ranging as it is now, that fits them - but soulmates. That had felt just right.

Dean’s eyes flicker open, slowly and cautiously, squinting at the light. Sam hurries to support Dean as he forces himself upwards, never one to admit weakness. Despite all his experience at being winded, Dean still tries to speak too early and it takes a couple of tries before he succeeds.

“Ghost?” he croaks, voice rough like their morning afters.

“Gone. Little brother took care of it.”

“Smartass.” But Dean’s fingers are tight on Sam’s wrist and he’s leaning hard into Sam, pressing their bodies together as much as possible despite their many layers. Sam imagines their ribs cracking apart and intertwining, growing together like the branches of a tree and closing around each other, a physical representation of the fact that they are one. Its an image he sees often, a recurring dream that leaves him pleased when he wakes in the mornings, Dean’s head pillowed on his chest.

He props Dean against the wall and starts their clean up process, handing Dean some water while he removes every trace of them from the shack. Dean rolls his eyes at the water and there’s a moment where Sam thinks it's going to fly across the room towards, him, but when he looks back it's gone.

Once Sam is content that it's safe for them to leave, he goes to collect his brother. While cleaning, he’d been aware of Dean, aware that he was in pain, but it's only when he turns his full attention to Dean that he realises that Dean is more hurt than he realised. His brother is ashen-pale, freckles standing out and dark circles forming under his eyes.

“You idiot, why didn’t you say you were properly hurt?” Sam’s concern comes out as tetchiness, a language both of them are well-versed in.

“Not hurt. Twinged my ankle a bit, that’s all.” Dean, stubborn fucker that he is, attempts to stand and it's only the string between their hearts that allows Sam to jump forwards in time to catch him as he falters.

“You trying to sweep me off my feet, Sammy?” Dean’s voice is quieter than usual, the snark caught up in pain, and Sam has had enough. He takes Dean at his word and sweeps him up, arm under knees and his long fingers curling around to where he could stroke Dean’s nipple under better circumstances.

Dean squawks at the indignity but Sam’s patience is shot, ripped to pieces by the thought of Dean in pain. Sam carries him purposefully to the car and is making for the back seat when, “If you put me in the back, Sammy, I swear to God…”

“Well you can’t drive, Dean.”

“No.” The word is sharp and bitter. “But I’ll be damned if I’m going in the back like a child.”

“Fine.” Sam knows that he’s making what Dean calls an “epic bitchface” because Dean is just so pigheaded when he’s hurt. But he tamps down his annoyance and wrestles the car door open, before depositing his brother as gently as he thinks Dean will allow into the front seat. He throws their kit into the boot and they roar off, because Sam can’t wait to be away from yet another house where his brother has gotten hurt.

Dean’s obviously in pain during the journey, every unavoidable jolt bouncing his ankle and piercing Sam’s heart. They roll back into the motel and Dean has the door open, pulling himself out of the car, before Sam has even fully stopped, obviously determined to not be dependent on Sam’s help again. But it only takes a couple of faltering steps for him to realise that he can’t do it on his own, and Sam supports his big brother into the room, exulting as always in this opportunity to be the carer after a lifetime of the opposite.

Once he gets everything settled, he slips to his knees to finally examine Dean’s foot. His fingers tremble slightly as he works to get the heavy work boot off Dean’s foot, desperate to not cause more pain. He slides down the now-pungent sock with gentle hands, stroking softly against beloved skin as he goes. Dean has his head tipped back, eyes closed and lashes shuddering, hands gripping the side of the chair.

Even though it's barely been any time, Dean’s ankle is a throbbing mass of purple-black bruises, swollen and shiny and radiating heat, and Sam knows it's going to be a long few days before Dean is mobile again. Dean hisses as he looks down, and Sam presses a soft kiss to the side of his brothers shin as he pulls a chair across. “Sit here for a minute,” he says, before going to find ice.

When he comes back to the room with hastily procured pie as well as an ice bucket, Dean is still, thankfully, where he left him, teeth biting an indent into red lips. They eat quietly, Sam at Dean’s feet while he holds the ice on his brother's foot and spoons himself pie with his other hand. He keeps his eyes on Dean as much as he can, years of experience telling him that the best way to deal with the adrenalin drop is to be close to the warmth of his brother. There’s something about being at Dean’s feet, too, that he responds to on a primal level; an element of worship that feels fully deserved.

When they finish, he helps Dean to piss (reflecting on how uncomfortably frequent a task that is for them both), and then makes Dean comfortable on his bed. He’s about to flick the tv on for Dean, and go to do some research at the table, when Dean catches his sleeve and tugs.

Sam meets Dean’s eyes with surprise, and Dean pulls again, more forcefully. Despite Sam’s craving for touch, Dean hardly ever wants to cuddle, and even less so when he already feels weak. Dean smiles up at him through, eyes crinkling at the corners, and Sam is helpless to resist his brother when he’s happy. He tucks himself in against Dean, head on his chest, and breathes when Dean does. Dean’s hand lands on Sam’s hair, scritching just right, and Sam swears he can feel his soul expand and contract in time with Dean’s, filling up the spaces Dean leaves behind. He closes his eyes and imagines them as trees, growing ever more connected and interlaced, matching in every way and slides towards sleep with a smile on his face.  

[crzcorgi]

@sunriserose1023

  Good morning doll!

  I had to head out early this morning, fucking Simon scheduled an early run. I would have woken you up, but goddamn if you didn’t look like an angel, hair spread out on your pillow like some fucking halo. The sweetest smile on your face. Dreaming about me, baby girl? I did run my fingers up your arms, you know I can’t fucking keep my hands to myself when you’re around. But you never even stirred.

 I wish we could just spend one day, 24 fucking hours, in bed, doing things to each other that would make most people blush. Jesus fucking Christ, I’m hard just thinking about it. Worshiping you, and that super hot body, the way you should be. Touching you every way I can. Kissing you, tasting you, every inch, until neither of us can take anymore.

 I will be back tonight, this isn’t a long run. Be ready for me baby. I left you a little outfit, have it on when I get back. I might also have left you a couple of presents, hope you like them.

 Happy Valentine’s Day, Rachel, my beautiful girl. Be my fucking Valentine, today, tomorrow and forever. You are all I want, all I need. You’re my world, and I can’t imagine a day without you.

 Jesus, I’m sounding all sappy now, this is what you do to me. Don’t let this get out doll, don’t need a rumor to spread that Negan’s a big fucking softie.

 Cause I’m only soft for you darling, my heart that is. Other parts are very hard. 😉

 So be ready for me babe, I love you.

Forever

Negan

[navybrat817]

In your naughty ask game, can I get U and Z for the motocross boys? ❤️

Oh, these boys! Since there are so many, I'll try not to go crazy.

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

Bucky, Steve, and Curtis wear boxer briefs.

Jake and Chris wear trunks.

Ari and Hal like to go commando when they can, but Ari leans toward boxer briefs and Hal toward trunks when they aren't going commando.

I don't see any of the men wearing briefs or boxers, but a couple of them may be convinced to wear lingerie either on a dare or because you asked.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Each has a special spot.

Bucky - Side of the neck. Start with the spot behind his ear before moving your way down with light nips and kisses

Steve - Ears. Whisper in them, lightly nibble the earlobe

Curtis - Back of his neck. A gentle caress before kissing his lips

Jake - Nipples. One touch or flick of your tongue and he'll melt

Ari - Run your fingers through his hair or scratch your nails along his scalp

Hal - Brush your fingers or lips along his lower stomach

Chris - Inner wrist. Rub it with your thumb while you look him in the eye

And every single one of them would go crazy in different ways if you touch their thighs.

Love and thanks! ❤️

Dirty A-Z with a character

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Not gonna lie, I so thought Ben was going to be in love with (me?) the reader. But I'm loving the best friend angle! That was SUCH a good chapter. Even without Negan. ;)

Haha, I love that people interpret Ben’s actions in different ways. That’s what makes it fun! I think I enjoy exploring a relationship angle, to show that a guy and girl can be super close and care about one another (and even love each other in a platonic way), without wanting to sleep with each other. Although I definitely think Negan doesn’t see them as just friends, which will be interesting to explore further XD I see Ben and Negan getting into it at some point in the future, perhaps. 

I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter! <3