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lesson of the day: muscles begin to ache when you don't use them.

a life of being moderately physically active had always served elena well. her dad— as a doctor— had been understandably into a healthy lifestyle. cheerleading had kept elena in motion (in addition, of course, to being something she genuinely enjoyed doing). it had been a way to connect with bonnie & caroline as well. before grief ran its cold fingers over everything in her life, cheerleading had been something elena actively enjoyed doing up until the moment where it became hard to find joy in anything.

Summary: Always throwing himself in harm’s way for the Winchesters, Castiel ends up getting hit with a love curse. Under the influence of fabricated emotions, Castiel learns just how dangerous unrequited love can be. And Dean learns what it means to doubt everything he’s ever believed. They have a week to find a way to lift the curse, otherwise the intoxication of “love” will kill Castiel. Literally.

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Self-Harm, Cutting, Suicidal Ideation, Obsessive/Unhealthy Love, Gay Panic, Internalized Homophobia

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Cas curled in on himself as he fell to his knees, grasping a shelf, a sharp intake of breath being his only response.

"Shit. Sam!" Dean yelled for his brother before he knelt next to Cas, touching his knee. "Cas! Please tell me what you need!"

The guy was trembling all over. He gasped at the touch and looked up. Cas’s eyes were widened, panicked, and before Dean could even register what was happening, he yanked Dean forward, crushing their lips together.

Dean made a strangled, surprised noise before he pushed Cas back, gaping at him in shock. "Cas, what the..."

“I’m sorry, I… I don’t–”

In that moment Sam came running back into the room. “What’s going on?” When his eyes landed on Cas, he leaned down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Cas?”

"That's a damn good question." Dean rubbed his hand over his mouth, still in shock. "I think Cas got cursed with crazy.”  

“That would probably be better,” Sam commented as he patted Cas on the shoulder. He let out a sigh as he continued, “Mick said it’s a love curse. They don’t know exactly what kind though…”

Coming to ao3 July 21st as part of the Supernatural Canon Big Bang 2017!

Authors: @anyreiart & @queerwolfsstuff​ (a.k.a. queerwerewolf)

Artist: @nonexistenz​

At this point, it almost seems appropriate to describe the relationship of Natasha and the Bucky Barnes of Earth-199999 as one that thrives in conflict. When they came together during Pleasant Hill, it had been out of necessity. Natasha was a dog with a scent and Bucky had a stake in the fate of the townspeople. Along with the small team she had compiled of her San Fransisco associates and Daisy Johnson, they had worked well together. Their relationship doesn’t rival the one she has with her James Barnes, but it’s good all the same. Natasha isn’t looking to cut another James sized hole in her life. 

Instead, she meets with this other Bucky under the cover of night. It’s a bit on the nose for an assassin to meet in the shadows, but Natasha’s had too many sleepless nights to give a damn about irony. Instead, she tucks her hands into the black leather pockets of her coat. “I need the fresh air,” she explains. Without thinking is, Natasha rolls her left shoulder back and flexes the fingers. It’s been a while since her once severed arm was returned to her body, but the unconscious tic remains. 

​It felt good to be doing something. In all fairness, Betsy was almost always doing something. She had never been an idle woman, and becoming Captain Britain had only intensified things. Betsy took on responsibility after responsibility because she genuinely cared about what she did and wanted to help things be better across the multiverse. All that responsibility, however, made her a shitty sister at times.

Brian and Betsy Braddock: born from one womb. The twins had begun life together but veered onto wildly different paths. Brian was stalwart and true. Betsy was Psylocke: she had devils she was elated to exorcise.  There had been a lot that had happened over the years, and Betsy knew of Brian’s displeasure in her past actions. It had driven a wedge between the two of them before they had decided that they loved each other more than the grudges that they held.

Life as Captain Britain was entirely new, however. Taking on the mantle that had notoriously been her brothers carried a lot of weight. She had an entire legacy riding on her back, and while it was manageable, it was still daunting all the same. That’s why she trained her ass off.

As Psylocke, Betsy had familiarized herself with swords made of energy constructs. The Starlight Sword was a little different but she was getting used to it. Metal clanged against metal as sword connected with sword. Brian was a swordsman at heart, but Betsy was a quick study. They went back and forth disarming one another until Betsy finally dropped her blade, panting.