#olisfics

bdubs as a carpenter, etho as an electrician/plumber. they’re hard at work making grians house, except for their five minute breaks to disappear into the bushes and make out like the obsessed weirdos they are.

description: Logan Roman and Virgil are in a long distance relationship and trying their best to deal with that. having separation anxiety, Virgil struggles the most.

genre: fluff & hurt/comfort. human au.

word count: 1,109

ship: romantic analogince

warnings: some implied nsfw stuff. not graphic at all. don’t think theres anything else but hey lemme know if you need something tagged

a/n: this isn’t really gonna be a chaptered series?? i don’t really know what it’s gonna be tbh but it’s something. also Remus might be a minor background character at some point so remrom/incest shippers please do not interact thank you

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Sunlight was slowly starting to filter into the room; not that Virgil had even noticed. His eyes were glued to his phone screen, the blue light emanating from it putting a strain on his eyes. He was sure they were bloodshot, having stayed up all night staring at said screen in the total darkness. He could hear his boyfriends’ voices scolding him already.

As if on cue a quiet ping brought his attention to the top of his screen. It was Logan, his Logan, in the group chat he and his boyfriends had created when they first met online. He already knew exactly what that nerd had said. He didn’t even have to read the preview.

Logan 🐝🖤 6:04am

Why are you on tumblr at 6 in the morning, Virgil?

Surprised he took this long to message me, Virgil thought.

Virgil 6:05am

bc i love torturing myself apparently idk

Logan 🐝🖤 6:05am

Please stop doing this to yourself, love.

Virgil 6:07am

but babe i need the memes

Logan 🐝🖤 6:08am

What you need is sleep. Try to now, please?

Roman 👑❤️ 6:08am

Ugh Virge wtf go to sleep 🙄

Virgil couldn’t help but smile at that. Roman cared in his own way, he was quite different from Logan. And Virgil himself was pretty different as well. They were certainly a strange trio, but it worked so well.

Virgil 6:10am

i don’t wanna sleep

Virgil 6:10am

also shut up Ro you should be asleep rn too it’s 3am for you

Logan 🐝🖤 6:11am

Why don’t you want to sleep? And yes I agree. Go to sleep, Ro.

Roman ❤️👑 6:12am

Aw but guys I don’t wanna either :(

Virgil 6:13am

sleeping alone sucks

Virgil 6:13am

i miss you guys

Roman 👑❤️ 6:13am

Same 😭

Logan 🐝🖤 6:15am

Oh, loves. I miss you both too.

Roman 👑❤️ 6:15am

😭😭💔💔

Logan 🐝🖤 6:16am

But you can’t keep doing this to yourselves.

Virgil 6:17am

you cant stop me

Logan 🐝🖤 6:17am

Virgil, please.

Virgil bit his lip, maybe a bit too hard, and set his phone down. He hadn’t realized he started crying until his vision completely blurred. He felt silly really, crying just because he was alone. He wasn’t really. He had his boyfriends, he did. He had group chats, and facetime, and other video calls, and tumblr blogs. He had them. It just didn’t feel like enough. He recalled the first time they all met in person. They stayed in Roman’s house in Los Angeles, California. Logan flew in from London, England and he himself flew in from his small Pennsylvania town. It was truly the best week of his life. Roman had a huge bed, too big for just one person. It was perfect for all three of them, and god he felt so lucky. He remembered the way Logan’s Quasi-British accent sounded in person, and the way Roman’s boisterous voice seemed to fill an entire room. He especially remembered the way Roman’s sheets, and their skin felt against his own; the way their hands tangled in his hair, and lips moved over his. All he wanted was that week back.

Logan 🐝🖤 6:22am

Virgil? Roman?

Virgil took in a shaky breath, and picked his phone back up. He was just going to let himself be vulnerable, completely honest. He could do that.

Virgil 6:23am

i just hate being long distance so fucking much,, i can’t handle it,,, i just wanna be held again,,,

The next five minutes were the most nerve wracking minutes in Virgil’s whole life. Okay, maybe less nerve wracking than the time he waited for their responses to his crush confession. That was quite horrifying, but honestly this felt pretty similar. Like swallowing knives. The typing bubble had disappeared, and reappeared many times. He almost wanted to turn his phone off, and never turn it back on again.

Then finally a message appeared.

Logan 🐝🖤 6:28am

We’re not going to be long distance forever, my love. I promised you both that a while ago did I not? And I always keep promises, yes? Come on, it’s been two years. You should know that by now. Don’t lose sleep over this. Everything will be okay soon, very soon.

Virgil almost hated how good Logan was at comforting him, and Roman. He was always saying emotions were gross, and they just weren’t his thing, but yet somehow he always seemed to handle them perfectly.

Virgil 6:30am

damn it L how dare you make me cry more

Roman 👑❤️ 6:31am

How dare you make me cry as well!

Logan 🐝🖤 6:32am

My intention was only to reassure, and comfort. I apologize.

Virgil 6:33am

yeah well you did exactly that you stupid nerd

Virgil 6:34am

but um can we start facetiming more often? like at night? hearing your voices and seeing your faces really does help me sleep

Roman 👑❤️ 6:35am

Yes!!!

Logan 🐝🖤 6:36am

Well, being a few hours ahead of the both of you makes that quite difficult, sweetheart. I’m sure we can work something out though.

Virgil 6:37am

man fuck timezones

Virgil 6:38am

im gonna fight time

Logan 🐝🖤 6:38am

Maybe do that after you sleep.

Virgil 6:39am

no right now

Virgil 6:39am

im gonna do it

Roman 👑❤️ 6:40am

I’ll help 🗡🛡

Virgil 6:40am

sick 🔪💣

Logan 🐝🖤 6:41am

No fighting the abstract concept of time. Sleep now. Both of you.

Roman 👑❤️ 6:42am

But Looooooo

Virgil 6:42 am

:(

Logan 🐝🖤 6:42am

No. Sleep.

“God, we’re dorks,” Virgil said aloud to himself. He then took a deep breath to calm himself before he typed out a new message. “Quit being a little bitch, Virgil.”

Virgil 6:43am

ok but can we facetime first? pls?

Roman 👑❤️ 6:44am

Yeah!!! You free rn Lo?

Logan 🐝🖤 6:44am

I’m always free for my loves.

Virgil 6:44am

thats gay

Logan 🐝🖤 6:45am

Excellent observation skills, Virgil. You never fail to impress me.

Virgil 6:45am

shut up

Logan 🐝🖤 6:45am

Why don’t you make me?

Virgil started to respond but the facetime screen, and obnoxious ringtone cut him off. Of course Roman would purposefully interrupt his and Logan’s bickering. Logan always did the same to them. Rolling his eyes he hesitantly accepted the call, and rolled over onto his side so he could hold his phone more comfortably. He broke out into a wide grin once he saw his beautiful boyfriends smirking back at him.

“Hey, guys.”

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tag list: @royallyroman @crazyfangirls-stuff @easy-meta-knight @shyanonarchives

description: Runaway Love. sanders sides human!au. main plot “chapters” and some drabbles. Virgil runs away from home and runs into an old friend. His life changes for the better.

drabble summary: pre runaway. Virgil and Remy are on one of their usual platonic dates but this time it ends in heartbreak.

genre: fluffy angst

word count: 788

ship: pre romantic sleepxiety and temporary remceit (the relationship will be fully developed in other fics. this is just the beginning.)

tw: implied child abuse and jealousy/heartbreak

a/n: send me an ask if you want to be tagged in future updates! please don’t ask in reblogs or replies.

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The library was quieter than usual. The tick of the clock and tapping of Remy’s pencil were the only things Virgil could hear. They were the only two in there besides the librarian. They were trying to study, but Virgil couldn’t focus. He had other things on his mind.

“You ever think about running away?” Virgil asked suddenly, startling his best friend.

“Girl, are you joking? You really think I, a self proclaimed disaster gay, could take care of myself? Heeellll no!” Remy yelled, only softening his voice after the librarian shushed him. “Why? Do you?”

Virgil looked up at Remy for the first time that day. He flinched at his reflection in the other’s sunglasses and quickly looked away.

“No, I was just curious,” Virgil hesitated before continuing. “You think you’ll ever be able to go out in public without your sunglasses?”

“No! Never. Don’t ask again. You know the rules.” Remy warned.

Virgil put his hands up in surrender. He felt sort of bad for asking about the sunglasses. He knew why Remy wore them all the time and it wasn’t a good reason. He was just in a curious mood today. Maybe he could ask a more lighthearted question.

“You think bugs can form attachments to humans the same way dogs and other pets can?” Virgil tried, staring off into space. He always hoped the answer to that was yes.

“Virgil! Honey, what are you doing? We’re supposed to be studying for the stupid science test. Geez I can’t believe I’m being the responsible one right now.” Remy said, clearly exasperated.

“I’m just really bored, Rem. Can we go to the creek and just chill for a while? Pleeeaaasssee?” Virgil begged, making sure to throw in a cute little pout for good measure.

“Don’t you need to go home? It’s getting late, hon.” Remy said as he closed his science book.

Virgil sighed and started to put all his things back into his backpack. Yeah, he did need to go home. He just didn’t want to. He wished he could build up the courage to tell Remy why.

Instead he made up yet another excuse, “No, my parents won’t be home until midnight or whatever. I can stay out a little longer.”

“Alright,” Remy sighed as he stood up and took Virgil’s hand. “But we’re not going to the creek. Starbies. My treat.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and reluctantly allowed Remy to pull him out of the library. He’d get that boy back into the creek someday.

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Once the boys had their coffees, and were seated in a cozy corner they started whispering about the cute yet intimidating barista that had served them. He had a large burn scar on the left side of his face, one brown eye and one green eye, green hair, yellow tunnels, and a ton of facial piercings. He was truly a unique looking individual and Remy was absolutely smitten. Virgil wasn’t exactly sure why but he felt a little jealous. Maybe he was just worried his best friend would start spending less time with him. Yeah, that was it. Or at least that’s what he wanted to believe.

“I kinda wanna order another coffee just so I can get his number.” Remy said as he stared at the barista.

“Go for it, Rem.” Virgil said, ignoring the pang of jealousy he felt.

“You want anything else, babe?” Remy asked as he stood up.

Virgil shook his head no then watched as his cru- best friend walked back over to the counter. Of course he immediately started flirting. And of course he stayed there until his drink was done. Virgil noticed Remy’s grin widen as the barista wrote on his cup. He must have scored.

He had his answer once Remy sat back down and a caramel frappuccino was placed in front of him. Virgil stared at it, the barista’s name and number staring back.

“Isn’t Darien the cutest name you’ve ever heard?!” Remy squealed as he took his coffee back and put the number in his phone.

Virgil chuckled, and nodded in spite of himself. He really was happy for Remy. He was just also a little heartbroken.

He’d get over it though. He would.

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Remy started dating Darien and Virgil was definitely not over it.

He sighed as he stared up as his best friend, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. He knew he shouldn’t think that way. The guilt was slowly eating away at him. But he couldn’t help it. It’s not like he had any control over this crush. It just happened.

Sighing once more Virgil nuzzled against Remy’s chest, and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of a better life.

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prompts: 54. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working” and 24. “Behave.”

au: Runaway Love

ship: sleepxiety

tw: some safewording. but it’s just yellows. everything ends up okay

a/n: hell yeah let’s do this

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Virgil was hanging upside down off the bed, bored out of his mind. He wanted to bother his boyfriend but he was actually being responsible for once and doing his homework at the desk; he should probably leave him alone.

But he was really bored and restless and frustrated. He needed to do something but nothing sounded interesting enough.

After another minute of contemplating Virgil decided his boyfriend had probably done enough work for the day and it was probably okay to bother him.

“Reeeemmm.” Virgil whined as he sat back up on the bed.

“What baby?” Remy asked, turning away from his homework to face Virgil.

Virgil took a moment to recover from the blood rush, and told himself he’d never do that again before responding, “I’m bored and need attention.”

“Aw, baby,” Remy cooed. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working. Then we can watch movies or whatever.”

Virgil immediately hopped off the bed and plopped himself down onto Remy’s lap. Remy smiled at him and wrapped one arm around his waist before turning back to his homework. Virgil curled up to him, intending to fall asleep, but the lower half of his body had different plans. Virgil groaned against Remy’s neck as he squirmed around, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

“Virge. Behave. I will punish you if I have to.” Remy warned.

Virgil whimpered and tried to stay still but he just couldn’t. He wanted, no needed, Remy.

“Remy, please,” Virgil begged. “I’ll leave you alone afterwards. I just need something, anything. Please, please.”

Remy cooed at his sweet, desperate boy and gave in. He let go of his pen and tilted Virgil’s head up and kissed him, slipping his tongue into his mouth right away. Virgil moaned into the kiss, and bit Remy’s bottom lip as he pulled away.

“Please,” Virgil whispered against Remy’s lips. “Need you.”

“Patience, honey. I wanna kiss my sweet boy for a little while.” Remy said before pressing his lips back to Virgil’s.

Virgil whimpered and moved to straddle Remy’s lap, barely breaking the kiss. Remy placed his hands on Virgil’s hips and pulled him flush against his torso. Virgil groaned as he felt his cock brush up against Remy’s stomach and wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him closer. Remy giggled and trailed kisses from his lips down to his neck. Virgil leaned his head back, knowing Remy loved to leave hickies on his throat; front and center for the world to see. And he did exactly that, causing Virgil to gasp.

Once Remy was satisfied with his markings he kissed his way back up to Virgil’s lips. He kept the kiss slow and soft which is something Virgil didn’t like. He bit his bottom lip harder than he meant to but Remy didn’t seem to mind. He smirked once Virgil pulled off and nudged his nose with his own.

“You’re like really cute ya know,” Remy said. “Like you just make me wanna pinch your little cheeks and kiss your cute face all the time.”

“Shut up, idiot. I’ll fight you.” Virgil said, trying to sound threatening but his voice came out as a cute mumble.

Remy chuckled and placed his sunglasses on the top of his head so he could see his love more clearly.

“Oh, I’d love to see you try sweetheart.” Remy purred.

Virgil mumbled something Remy couldn’t understand and pressed his face against his neck. Remy couldn’t help it, he had to push Virgil’s hips against him more. He had to let Virgil feel his own hard on under him. He had to hear his breathy whines. He had to feel Virgil’s lips brush against his neck. He had to do it. So he did.

Virgil did exactly what Remy had expected. What he hadn’t expected though was Virgil biting his shoulder as he rubbed against him on his own.

“You didn’t get permission to do that baby,” Remy growled, lifting his head up to look him in the eyes. “You wanna be punished?”

“No, sir, please,” Virgil begged. “I’ll be good.”

“Good boy.” Remy praised as he kissed Virgil’s forehead. He then kissed his nose, then his lips, and finally his jaw. He continued pressing kisses there and also nipped him a few times. “I could kiss you forever.”

Virgil scrunched up his face adorably and tried to pull away. Remy just held on tighter and asked, “Color?”

“Yellow...” Virgil said shyly, looking away.

Remy loosened his grip on Virgil’s hips and gently caressed his skin underneath his shirt. He then brought his hands up to Virgil’s cheeks and held them there.

“You okay? You wanna stop or do something else?” Remy asked.

“I-I’m okay. I’m fine. I just...” Virgil trailed off, starting to feel selfish.

“Baby, don’t think. Look at me.” Remy demanded in a soft voice.

Virgil tore his gaze away from the wall and stared into Remy’s eyes. He gasped inaudibly at the look on Remy’s face. He looked worried, and in love. Virgil still couldn’t believe Remy looked at him that way. He thought that specific expression would only ever be for Darien. He was so happy he was wrong, selfishness be damned.

“I’ll never be mad at you for safewording. I’ll never be mad at you for wanting to stop. Like I literally don’t care if I’m in the middle of cumming okay,” Remy said, smiling when Virgil giggled. “If you need to stop or slow things down that’s totally okay. And I’ll never be mad at you for wanting more either. Okay?”

Virgil smiled and nodded before remembering that Remy usually wanted verbal confirmation, “Okay.” he said.

“Good. Now,” Remy said as he lowered his hands back down to Virgil’s waist. “Are we still yellow? Or are we red or green?”

“Green,” Virgil responded confidently. “I want you.”

“Okay, baby, back up a bit for a sec.” Remy said as he pushed Virgil back to his knees.

Virgil whined at the friction which made Remy laugh. Virgil pouted at him but Remy ignored it. He was too focused on getting Virgil’s pants off. He hooked his fingers in the hem of the sweatpants and looked at Virgil for permission.

“Please,” Virgil whispered.

Remy chuckled and pulled the pants down and got Virgil to lift his knees so he could push them all the way off. He then did the same to his boxers, letting his oversized shirt cover his lower half again. Next he pulled his cock out through the hole in his boxers, thankful he chose not to put pants on in the morning.

Virgil whimpered and reached out for Remy, wanting to be closer to him. Remy smiled and held onto his waist but instead of bringing him closer he rolled the chair closer to the desk. Virgil squeaked at the sudden movement and held onto Remy’s shoulders.

“Hold on, baby,” Remy hushed him.

Virgil watched Remy reach into the top drawer and pull out a bottle of lube behind him and bit his lip. Remy quickly uncapped it and coated his fingers. He then placed the bottle on the chair’s arm and pulled Virgil forward. As soon as he was close enough Remy reached behind him and rubbed his middle finger around his hole. Virgil gasped once he pushed the finger inside and leaned his head against Remy’s shoulder. Remy then inserted two more fingers and slowly started moving them in and out. Virgil moaned against Remy’s skin and lifted his head up to bite and suck on one spot on the side of his neck.

“Fuck, I love when you do that.” Remy panted as he fingered Virgil faster.

Virgil giggled against his skin then placed his hand on the other side of his neck and continued sucking. He also started rolling his hips, trying to grind against Remy’s stomach. Remy was in heaven.

“Fuck, okay, you ready? Because I fucking am.” Remy said making Virgil giggle again.

“Mhm.” Virgil mumbled against Remy’s skin, continuing to mark him.

Remy slipped his fingers out and grabbed the lube again. He quickly slicked his cock up and tossed the bottle behind him then grabbed the back of Virgil’s thighs. Virgil slid his hand up to Remy’s cheek and lightly tapped it with his thumb, still sucking on his neck. Remy accepted the familiar signal as Virgil’s consent and slowly lowered him onto his cock. They both hissed at the feeling. Virgil squirmed around a bit, trying to adjust which made Remy hiss even more.

Once Virgil was comfortable they both just sat there. Virgil finished marking Remy up and surged up to kiss him. Remy kissed back eagerly, still not moving. Virgil pulled him closer and lifted himself up just a little bit before sinking back down on his cock. Remy moaned into the kiss and pushed his tongue in, deepening it. Virgil shivered as he felt Remy’s cold hands roam over his back under his shirt. In turn he gripped Remy’s shirt collar and tugged him impossibly closer.

Virgil pulled away about a minute later and attempted to catch his breath.

Remy recognized the look on his face so he asked, “Color? Be honest.”

“Yellow,” Virgil replied. “I just.. I wanna..”

“What baby? It’s okay. You can tell me. We can do whatever you want.” Remy said, now resting his hands on Virgil’s lower back.

“I just wanna sit here for a little while...” Virgil said so quietly Remy wasn’t really sure he heard him right.

“You wanna sit here? Just like this?” Remy asked, just to be sure.

Virgil nodded and suddenly felt incredibly anxious despite them having done this exact thing many times before. Remy noticed this and brought his hands up to cup his cheeks once again.

“Honey, it’s okay. I promise.” Remy said. “Take a deep breath and relax.”

Virgil inhaled slowly then exhaled when Remy nodded at him.

“There you go. You’re doing so well, baby,” Remy praised. “Now come here.”

Remy pulled Virgil against his chest, allowing him to rest there, and wrapped his arms around him. Virgil took one more deep breath and listened to Remy’s heartbeat, relishing the feeling of his lover being inside him.

“So proud of you, baby,” Remy mumbled as he kissed Virgil’s head and started stroking his hair. “I love you.”

Virgil smiled and hugged Remy as tightly as he could, mumbling his own I love you in return.

Eventually they would get worked up again and Virgil would give Remy permission to start moving. Eventually they would be panting and groaning into each other’s mouths again. Eventually they would hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and breathy moans. Eventually they would relax in hot water and fall asleep in each other’s arms under soft blankets.

Until then they would just hold each other and whisper words of love and praise into each other’s skin, both feeling safer than ever.

Little Hunter

description: little Sammy finally learns that monsters are real. Dean 9 y/old Sam 5 y/old.

word count: 857

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: idk Sam’s a little scared and mad and it’s kinda creepy ig?

a/n: ah what an appropriate prompt lol anyway since i only got up to season 2 of Supernatural so far i only have a little bit of info on the brothers childhoods so some of this shit is just gonna be made up. just think of it as my own headcanons or whatever. that being said no spoilers in the notes please

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The kid was only five years old, and he was asking questions no five year old should ever ask. Dean wasn’t sure if he could lie anymore. But he had to. He had to protect the kid’s innocence. Just a little while longer.

“Dean, why can’t you just tell me?” Sam broke the silence once again. He sat up on the dingy motel couch, and stared at his brother. “Why don’t we have a mom or a house? Why are we always moving around?! Why does daddy disappear sometimes?! Where does he go?”

Dean sighed, and stood from the couch to make his way over to the kitchenette. He just ignored the questions, and started working on dinner for his little brother.

Dean had proven to be tough to talk to sometimes but Sam wasn’t giving up that easily. He continued to stare at the back of his brother’s head, just waiting for him to say something. Anything at this point.

“Dean, why?”

“I said stop asking Sammy!” Dean snapped, immediately regretting it when he saw his brother’s misty eyes and trembling pout. “Just… just trust me, Sam. You don’t wanna know the answers.”

“I do.” Sam muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Go wash up, Sammy. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Sam reluctantly followed his brother’s order-always following orders and for what-and swore he wouldn’t speak to Dean again that night.

——

“Come on, Sammy. Bedtime.” Dean ordered, and gently pulled his brother over to the bed. “Dad will be back tomorrow morning.”

Sam looked up at his big brother, his innocent eyes shining with something else; something Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on. Fear maybe.

“Sammy?”

“Can you check for monsters?” Sam asked, breaking his promise to himself. “Please?”

Dean scoffed, and rolled his eyes but those seemingly innocent words had a hold on his chest. They gripped his lungs like a vise making it hard to breathe. He knew most kids feared what they thought lurked in the dark, but he wasn’t most kids, and the lurkers weren't just thoughts.

“Yeah,” Dean started, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, Sam. Hop into bed. I’ll do a quick sweep of the room.”

Once Sam was all tucked into bed Dean stepped away, and scanned the room with his eyes. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Dean took a nervous step forward, and gently gripped the edge of the window sill. The salt line was still intact, no breaks. He took another step to the right, and checked the salt line by the door; all good. He continued around the perimeter of the room, stopping by the small wardrobe to peer inside. Nothing but his, and Sam’s coats.

Once he made his way to the kitchenette he simultaneously checked the cupboards, and tidied up what mess was left over from dinner. The only scary things to be seen there were the messes his bitch brother had made. Dean chuckled, and returned to said brother's side in five swift steps.

“Alright,” Dean said as he pushed Sam’s bangs out of his face. “I checked for monsters, but they’re all scared of me. They won’t be getting to my Sammy.”

“You mean they are real?” Sam asked. “You told me they weren’t. You lied.”

Dean groaned, and urged Sam to move over so he could sit beside him. Once he was comfortable Sam threw himself into his big brother’s arms, and buried his face into his chest.

“I didn’t lie, kiddo. I just… stretched the truth.” Dean tried, cringing at his words. He was just a kid himself. He didn’t know how to have this talk. It wasn’t fair that he had to. Dad should be there with them. “Kinda like how dad said he’d only be gone for just a few hours, but it’s been two days. Ya know?”

“No, you lied. And daddy lied too. You both always lie to me. It’s not fair.” Sam grumbled.

Our entire life isn’t fair, Dean wanted to say. Instead he said, “We’re just trying to protect you, Sammy.”

Sam didn’t seem convinced. He didn’t even know what he needed to be protected from. Monsters, yes, but what kind. What were they like, and just how dangerous were they?

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true. You know what dad says to me right before he leaves? Every time?” Dean asked. Sam just shrugged, and looked down so Dean tilted his chin up as he continued. “He says, ‘Look out for Sam. Watch Sam. Protect your brother.’ It’s my job to take care of you, Sam. I’m sorry I lie sometimes but it’s what I gotta do okay? I’m keeping you safe.”

“Okay… I trust you.” Sam replied.

“Good. You better, bitch.” Dean said, smiling down at Sam.

Sam smiled back and mumbled, “Jerk.” in response.

Dean smiled wider, and pulled his brother impossibly closer before pressing a small kiss on his forehead. Sam sighed softly as he slipped into a deep slumber. Dean would follow later. In the darkness he could see the wardrobe door slightly ajar when he knew he had closed it completely.

It was time to protect his brother.

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send me a Supernatural fic request

description: sanders sides human!au group chat fic. just a bunch of dorks being gay and memey. part one.

genre: fluff, comedy?? maybe angst at some point

ship: platonic/familial LAMP

a/n: a random purple ellipsis indicates an hour or more passing since the last message. also there is plot to this. like Logan and Virgil live together. Roman and Patton live by themselves. they’ve all been best friends since high school. they adults now. all that shit

tag list: @bloodropsblog

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Virgil added Logan to the chat.

Virgil added Roman to the chat.

Virgil added Patton to the chat.

Virgil changed the name to meme squad 🔥

Logan: .....Why?

Virgil: we need a new group chat and it’s just gonna be full of memes like the old one thats why nerd

Logan: Fair enough.

Patton: aw yay finally!!!!

Roman: Ur first message should have been a meme, Virge. Logan ruined it 😭

Virgil: rip guess we have to start over now

Logan: Virgil, no.

Virgil: Virgil yes 😈

Logan: I’m just going to leave.

Logan left the chat.

Virgil: noooooooo

Virgil added Logan to the chat.

Logan: I despise you.

Virgil: aw love you too

Patton: be nice kiddos!! this is a fun and positive chat 😄

Virgil: wait shit i shouldn’t be here then

Patton: I WILL PHYSICALLY FIGHT YOU VIRGIL. MULTIPLE TIMES.

Virgil: yeet me into space dad

Patton: no!!!

Roman: y e e t

Patton: no!!!!!!

Roman: ,,,,,little yeet?

Patton: n o

Virgil: m a x i m u m y e e t

Patton: why are you two like this!!!

Virgil: why not

Roman: Why not

Virgil: DJDLSKDFJ FUCK NOT AGAIN

Roman: shfkskfkrksfj

Logan: Alright, children that’s enough.

Virgil: but moooommmmm

Logan: Don’t start.

Virgil: what are you gonna do ground me?

Logan: Yes.

Virgil: bet

Logan: I’ll go to your room, and take your phone right now.

Virgil: b e t

Roman: He’s bluffing

Logan: Am I?

Virgil: yeah probs

Logan: Okay, Virgil.

Virgil: ok im lowkey scared im sorry mom ily dont take my phone i need it for memez 😩 🙌🏻

Logan: Fine.

Roman: NO FAIR WHY DOES MR. TEEN ANGST GET OUT OF PUNISHMENT AND I DONT

Virgil: im the Favorite™️

Patton: no!!!!

Virgil: ouch ok

Patton: wait no!

Patton: i meant there are no favorites! we love both of you equally! right Lo?

Logan: ....Right

Virgil: ha!

Roman: 😭😭😭😭

Patton: Logan!!!!!

Logan: I’m kidding. I do love you idiots equally.

Roman: Aw thanks mom

Virgil: ily mom

Logan: Yeah yeah.

. . .

Rookie Mistakes

description: Dean’s an ass what else is new. set in season 1 some time after John’s death

word count: 1,335

genre: angst but also fluff/comedy ig

warnings: none that i can think of but lemme know if you need anything tagged

a/n: this was supposed to just be the brothers being dorky assholes but my fingers started typing angst first oops lmao also pls forgive me for my poor characterization of Bobby. i tried my best fam

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“Sammy, Bobby called.” Dean announced as soon as he walked into the motel. “He wants us up at his place now. Said it’s important. Let’s go.”

Dean left no time for Sam to even respond. He just grabbed his stuff, and rushed right back out expecting his brother to follow. Sam scoffed, and shoved his belongings into his bag before running out after his brother. He was already in the Impala jamming out to some classic rock band Sam couldn’t quite remember the name of, completely oblivious to the world around him. Sam shook his head at his idiot brother as he slid into the passenger side.

“Did Bobby even tell you why exactly he needs us over there?” Sam asked, shutting off the radio.

“Nope.” Dean replied nonchalantly as he started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot.

“Well, if it’s so important don’t you think he would have?” Sam asked incredulously.

“Look, dude I’m not gonna question the man. If he says it’s important that’s all we need to know.” Dean replied, glancing over at his little brother. Sam raised his eyebrows at him, silently asking him what the hell was wrong with him. “What?”

“Dean, for all we know this is some kind of trap. It might not even be Bobby you spoke to.” Sam started. “I’m just saying, I thought we were gonna be done with this whole blindly taking orders crap.”

Dean laughed bitterly, and drummed against the steering wheel, “Oh, here we go.” he mumbled. “Come on, Sam. We’re not gonna start disrespecting Bobby just because you have some unresolved issues with dad.”

“You really think that’s what this is about? Dean, I’m just-“

“Enough, Sammy.” Dean barked. “We’re going to Bobby’s, and you’re going to keep your damn mouth shut until we figure out what’s going on. That’s an order.”

Sam scoffed, and laughed just as bitterly as Dean had. They sounded identical which only made him laugh more. As if he really needed to be reminded just how alike they were right now. He feels like the universe has been taunting him ever since dad passed. At this point Sam believed that could be possible.

“I can’t believe this. Ya know,” Sam hesitated. “You’re supposed to be my brother, not my dad.”

Dean gripped the wheel tighter, and rolled his shoulders, ignoring Sam completely. This was going to be a long ride.

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A few hours later the boys pulled up to Bobby’s place, and found it to be eerily quiet. They shared a quick glance before hopping out of the car, and tentatively knocking on the front door.

“Bobby?” Dean called out. “It’s Sam, and Dean.”

When there was no response Sam gave Dean an, “I told you so” look. Dean rolled his eyes, and cocked his gun before trying the doorknob. It was locked so he tried the windows on either side. Both locked, but one sill was covered in a familiar substance.

“Sulfur.” Sam said, eyeing the powder Dean rubbed between his fingers.

Dean cursed under his breath as he got out his lockpick, and unlocked the door as fast as he could. Once they were in they walked around cautiously, guns at the ready. Bobby, or the demon really, could be anywhere.

“Boo.”

Speak of the devil.

Dean and Sam whipped around to find Bobby staring at them, his usual charming grin much more menacing now.

“Hey, boys,” ‘Bobby’ said. “I knew you’d come right away. You’re real loyal to the ones you call family, aren’tcha?”

“Get the hell out of Bobby or so help me.” Sam demanded through gritted teeth.

“What, Sammy? You gonna kill me?” The demon laughed hysterically. “Go ahead. You know what’ll happen.”

“It’s Sam.” Sam spat as he knocked Bobby’s body down with the butt of his gun, and poured holy water all over him. “Dean, get him.”

“Yep,” Dean said, and sat down onto Bobby’s chest, pinning his arms to the floor. The body shrieked, and thrashed all around desperately trying to buck Dean off of it. “You might wanna hurry this along, Sammy.”

Sam nodded, and started reading out the Latin incantation that would pull the demon out of Bobby, and send it right back to Hell. The demon got louder, and louder, and louder, until finally…. Black smoke shot its way out of Bobby’s mouth, and flew right out the still open door. The real Bobby was now heaving, and shoving Dean off of him as he tried to regain his breath.

“Goddamnit,” Bobby muttered. “That son of a bitch had the nerve to come round here.”

“Bobby,” Dean scrambled to help Sam lift Bobby off the floor, and back onto his feet. “Thank god you're okay.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bobby sighed. “I’m alright.”

Before Dean could start asking questions Bobby smacked him right upside the head, and gave him the meanest glare he’d ever seen on him. Dean winced, and rubbed his head as he yelled, “Ow! The hell was that for!”

“For being a dumbass!” Bobby exclaimed. Sam couldn’t help but laugh though he stopped as soon as Bobby’s glare was directed to him. “God, boy. You came here thinking it was me you were talking to. You weren’t prepared to exorcise a damn demon out of me! That’s rookie shit, Dean! You gotta do better.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry. It’s not gonna happen again.” Dean replied, as serious as ever.

Sam frowned at him then quickly averted his gaze to the open door, and moved to close it. Dean watched his every movement, he wasn’t going to let anything else happen. Not to his Sammy.

“Maybe listen to Sam next time.”

Dean snapped his head up to meet Bobby’s eyes, and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He looked between Bobby, and his brother waiting for someone to give him some kind of answer.

“How the hell,”

“I just know, boy.” Bobby interrupted.

Dean blinked before shaking his head, and took a deep breath, “Okay, okay. Yeah. I’ll uh listen to him next time. I guess.” Dean and Sam both shared a look of confusion, and yet somehow understood exactly how the other felt. They would have to work that out later though. “But can we talk about how easy that was? Like, it was almost too easy right? I’m not the only one feeling that way?”

“Course not, boy.” Bobby said. “That was that yellowed eye motherfucker. Should not have been that easy to get rid of him. This is probably all part of his damn plans. You boys oughta stay here for a while. Til’ we can figure out his next move.”

Both boys nodded in agreement before plopping down onto the couch beside each other. Bobby gave them a soft, sad smile before heading towards the stairs.

“You two got some stuff to work out. I’m gonna leave you to it, and start figuring out our next plan of action.” Bobby said as he disappeared up the stairs.

Dean sighed, and turned to face his brother just as he did the same.

“I’m sorry,” they said simultaneously.

Sam started laughing which of course made Dean start laughing as well. The two laughed until they cried, and could hardly breathe.

“Man, we’re stupid.” Sam said once they calmed down.

“Yeah, we are.” Dean agreed. “So, we cool?”

“Yeah, we’re cool.” Sam replied with a nod.

“Ahh, that’s my boy. Knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long.” Dean said as he wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulders, and ruffled his scraggly locks.

Sam chuckled, and pushed Dean off but stayed close enough to lean his head on his shoulder. Dean smiled, and snuck his hand back up this time to gently run his fingers through his hair.

“I really am sorry, Sammy.” Dean mumbled.

“I know,” Sam replied. “You’re still a jerk though.”

“Yeah, well you’re still a bitch.” Dean snarked back.

Sam rolled his eyes, but he really wouldn't want it any other way.

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