Bottle it Up!
✨ a supernatural/spirit/ghost school AU ✨
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This is a project ive been working on, for along time. And it's finally here!!!! :DD
It's a story about four students (the cast), a school full of secrets, things we try to hide from the "world", and from "ourselves"
Everyone in this story is bottling something:
Some of them will break
Some of them will heal
Some of them maybe won’t even make it
But all of them WILL change
Inspired by awesome works like:
TBHK, TADC, my own personal life, and intresting mysteries.
I wanted to make something with symbols emotions and it has a little uncomfrtable atmosphere (if you can find them) but still made from my heart!
A story where every single detail matters: every shadow, every number, every flower
Each cover will be in color, shaded.
Pages will be black and white, like a manga!!
You can ask questions about the story, (just click the asks button) I'll try to answer all of you guys questions, fully but without giving any details, about the actual story. You can ask about like anything, like for example some my sisters made up "why does the school look like a jail cell" "why does shadow look shy here" "why is silver where a blue bow?" and etc!
Thank you for reading.
I hope you will stay with me and this story as everything slowly starts to show.
Chapters: 4/20
Fandom: The Pitt (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker, Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker, Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker
Characters: Dennis Whitaker, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Trinity Santos, Dennis Whitaker's Family, Dennis Whitaker's Mother, Dennis Whitaker's Father, Dennis Whitaker's Brother(s), Victoria Javadi, Dana Evans, Melissa "Mel" King, Princess (The Pitt), Perlah (The Pitt)
Additional Tags: Supernatural AU - Freeform, As in world only, up to season three (even if that doesn't fit the actual timeline), Hunter Dennis Whitaker, Trinity Santos and Dennis Whitaker are Roommates, Dennis Whitaker Needs a Hug, Best Friends Trinity Santos & Dennis Whitaker, Gay Dennis Whitaker, I would tag gay panic but Dennis has other things to panic about, Abusive Parents, Physical Abuse, Blood and Violence, Violence, Threats of Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not to the main characters, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, and in the chapter so that it can be skipped, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Medical Inaccuracies, Pining Dennis Whitaker, Past Child Abuse, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch is Down Bad, Werewolf Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Supernatural Elements, Pining Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jack Abbot Loves Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot is Down Bad (The Pitt), Protective Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance
Summary:
Dennis had fled from his abusive family and a life of hunting supernatural things to study medicine. Losing everything on the way meant starting fresh, right? So why was his attending acting so strange all of a sudden? And what will he do if his old life suddenly appears in the ER, threatening his little makeshift family?
Robby had been a werewolf for over two decades now. There wasn't much anymore that surprised him about his furry little problem, but in the aftermath of PittFest the heightened stress, newly acquired trauma and the presence of a certain MS4 seemed to derail everything he knew about himself. Will he manage to get a grip on himself, or will HR have his ass?
Jack had just settled in his chair on the balcony for a quiet afternoon of listening to the police radio, as his phone rang. Maybe keeping the status quo has made him too comfortable and all he needed was a young hunter to get him back in the game? And maybe, along the way, he will finally be able to confess some things to Robby?
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Tags will be added as I'm writing this. Also, this fanfic is beta read! We will stay alive unilke Sam and Dean's mother in season 1!
You can find my fanart of Hunter!Dennis here
And the original post that started everything here! (Although the story will deviate from that one so it can be seen as a seperate thing xD)
Summary: YN and Dean have been dating for a year, welcome back to the mountains!
Man From the Mountains PART 1- PART 2
Words: none
One year later
“No!” YN gasped. Smiling nervously, she backed away from the man one one knee in front of her.
“If you’ll have me, then yes.” Dean grinned but softened when she didn’t reply.
“Dean. I mean, yes! I will absolutely marry you.”
Her now fiance stood from the middle of the room in the cabin he shared with Sam.
“Bout time, you dweebs.” Sam walked in with groceries.
“Boy! Get outta here!” Dean ripped the groceries from his hands and threw them on the floor. “I told you to be gone for two hours!” The shorter brother turned Sam around and shoved him outside before locking the door. “Jerk.” Dean sighed and regained his composure. “So, will you do this with me? Really.”
“I would love to be your soon-to-be Mrs. Winchester,” YN nudged Dean playfully and then withdrew her hand to gaze at the ring on her finger. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing it, he looked up at her.
“Yes, Mr. Winchester?”
“You are going to be a wonderful wife.”
“Wow, a rare encouraging word from the gruff mountain man.” YN grinned.
“Please stop calling me that…” Dean trailed off. ‘I’m not proud of how I treated you when we first met, and- I don’t want to be known for that anymore.” He glanced up at her from his shoes. She took his hand.
“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.” YN squeezed his hand. “I kinda like it though. It reminds me of how we first met and how you became a flustered puppy in love. Bet you never thought you would fall in love with a city girl.” YN smirked.
“I was not a flustered puppy in love, as you say.”
“You totally were. Still are.” Sam walked in behind them from the back of the house. “Back door was unlocked.”
Dean whacked him on the back of the head.
“Totally worth the head injury,” the younger Winchester laughed. “ Had to use the bathroom. Going out, see ya lovebirds later!” Sam yelled behind him.
“Sam! Radio!” YN and Dean yelled in unison. They laughed. On the other hand, Sam grumbled.
“I didn’t realize I would be getting an annoying, overbearing sister in this deal,” the taller man walked back into the house and took a radio off of the charging stand. After clipping it on his pant waist, he walked over and kissed her cheek in thanks. “Bye.”
‘Bye, Sammy.”
“So are we doing this?” Dean turned his focus beck to YN.
“Yes. Forever and always.”
He slowly hugged her, running his fingers up and down her back.
“Thank you for what you do for me,” he whispered.
“Why are we whispering?” YN smiled but froze. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.”
“I’m glad. You deserve to enjoy life every once in a while, Dean Winchester.”
He heard footsteps and crunching of leaves when he was pulling weeds by his front porch.
“YN?” Dean took a deep breath and put his pistol back in its place on his hip. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to see how my favorite grumpy mountain gunman is doing.” YN shrugged.
“Doll, ya can’t just walk up on me like that,” Dean sighed. “Didn’t you learn that last time?” He crossed his arms.
“Sorry,” YN chuckled and put her hands up. The mountain man noticed something in her hand.
“What’s that?”
“A peace offering?” The young woman reached out her hand so that he would take it. As Dean took it, he could smell the cinnamon.
“Coffee cake?”
“Yup. Made it myself. Hope you like it.”
Impressed but too proud to grant her the satisfaction, he snorted.
“Thanks…”
“I know you will eat it because you don’t have stuff like that in your cabin. Goes good with your cup of joe in the morning, promise.” YN beamed internally. When he didn’t give a reaction, she took a deep breath and said, “good to see you, Dean. Have a good day.” YN turned and walked down the hill.
“Doll,” he called.
“Yeah?” YN looked over her shoulder.
“You drove hours to give me coffee cake?”
She chuckled.
“No. Your mean self would not draw me back here.” YN tilted her head. “But I stopped by anyway.”
He winced.
“I moved here a few weeks ago.” His eyes brightened, but he tried to hide it. “Don’t worry, it’s not next door. I know you would not want me too close, but-”
“Stop, YN”
She closed her mouth.
“Can you just stop talking for one second?”
“Bossy,” YN laughed. “What?” She crossed her arms, ready for battle with the man for the thousandth time.
“You don’t have to make excuses, doll. It really IS nice to see you.”
“A compliment from the gruff guy? Wow. I must be moving up in your world.” A Cheshire grin graced her face.
“You are… so beautiful.”
“Excuse me?” YN stepped back. Flustered, she put her fingers to her throat.
“Doll, you drive me crazy.”
“They say boys are mean to girls they like. That true?” YN crossed her arms again. Dean looked away. “I got news for you, mountain man.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s not very good manners to do that.”
“Right,” he sighed submissively. “Sorry.”
“So,” she started. “I don’t know that I feel the same. You were an ass to me after all.”
“I was,” he chuckled. “I really am-”
“You sound like me now with the apologies. Only I don’t have a gun on your back.” YN raised a brow.
“Can we… start over… please?”
YN grinned.
“If we have to…” she held out the last syllable as a whine. “I will go out with you as long as you promise to be nicer.”
“Promise,” Dean said immediately. “Scouts’ honor.” He saluted her.
“Why do I have a feeling you were kicked out of the Boy Scouts?” YN giggled.
“Because I was. Thanks for the reminder.” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Be nice, and I’ll give this a shot, grumpy man.”
“Really?” He smiled to his eyes.
“Yeah.” YN nodded. “If you dish it out, I’m going to dish it back though. We’re even now.”
“Okay, okay.” He put up his hands with a smirk. “I will not be terrible…ish.”
“You ARE terrible.” YN sighed, content. “It’s settled then.” She turned to walk away.
“Uh…” he said expectantly.
She stopped.
“Yes?” Without turning to face him, YN waited.
“Can I get your number or…” Dean asked as if it was an obvious next step.
“Eat the cake, Dean.” YN walked toward her truck and entered it. After starting the vehicle, she drove down the steep hill. Her new love interest peered into the bag. He saw a sliver of paper coming out of the loaf.
“You are something else, doll,” he said to himself.
Dean walked into his toddler’s room after seeing her toss and turn for the last thirty minutes.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“No sleep, Dada.”
“I can see that,” he picked her up and set her on his hip.
“Moon, pease?” She looked up at his expectantly with droopy eyes.
“Fine. But don’t tell Sam. He says I get you out of your sleep schedule too much.” Dean booped her nose, and she laughed. YN snuggled into his chest and he carried her gently out the back door. “Look, there it is, sweetpea.” He kissed her cheek.
“Moon!” She raised her head and smiled. Dean took her to the porch swing and rocked her as she became sleepy. “Goodnight, moon,” she whispered. Her father grinned, knowing she was about to fall asleep.
Siwoo Ko today has earned the title of a Prime-Cut Slave, and chooses to stand in the Light Beyond The Fall as a Reaver in Ivory City. Our beloved city Ministry wishes them a prosperous future as denizens and stands with them in unity as they embrace all the new rights and responsibilities of this brand new day.
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☛Dystopian city roleplay AU that is inspired by themes from novel Godsgrave, movies Blade Runner & Elysium, Classic Fantasy & Myth Literature, and Splatterpunk Horror☚
City AU roleplay || Literate & Semi-Lit || OC || Supernatural Horror Myth || Mewe RP || Many Species || Master-Slave Themed || Interactive Plot Drops || Friendly Admins
#wildwesttriad #heartache #supernaturalau #brotherhoodau #samuelcolt #ColeTanner #DanielWilmington #danielwilmington #family #triad #wyominghistory #fanfiction #ridleycjames Story: A Broken Heart Is Hard To Heal by Meilean read on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34605052/chapters/86143435 We write the year 1831. Wade Wilmington, current Guardian of the Brotherhood, made it for four years now with his boys in Wyoming on his own. He realizes that it is time to start the next generation. His boys will once become the next Triad. But Cole's first love crosses his plans in an unexpected way. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbNBduAqD48/?utm_medium=tumblr
Summary- YN gets a sweet gift from her stepdad, Jensen.
WC: none
Warnings: Fireworks, panic
I walked in the door from work. I figured everyone would either be out at a party or in bed. I was wrong. Jensen, my stepdad, was sitting on the couch. I greeted him and crash-landed next to him.
“I thought you would be out with your celeb friends at some big party tonight.” I took my shoes off and tucked my feet under a blanket.
“Danneel is out with Gen or something. I stayed home with the kids. I knew New Year's would be-”
A loud boom.
I cowered, hating fireworks.
“I know you don’t like New Year’s.” Jensen offered a smile.
“It’s very true. I’m going to go get my pajamas on.”
“Come right back. I have something for you.” Jensen moved so that she could stand up.
“Okay, be back.”
When I came back, he had a back topped with tissue paper waiting for me.
“Uh, Christmas is over?”
As I sat down, he put the gift on my lap.
“Just open it,” he smirked.
Inside was a pair of headphones, a weighted blanket, and a stuffed animal that looked like a squirrel.
‘Whats…” I looked at him with confusion.
“The headphones link to the TV, so no matter what is going on around you, you can hear it just fine. Weighted blanket and stuffed animal are helpful in keeping you calm… or so I’ve heard.” Jensen scratched the back of his neck.
“Wow, thank you, Jensen!” I reached over and hugged him.
“New Year’s is your least favorite holiday because of the fireworks and worry about the new year, so I thought this might help.” Jensen shrugged. “Come on, I bought myself some headphones as well.” He put his on and adjusted the volume. I did the same.
I never doubted that he loved me, but he knew how to make me feel… safe.
