writing fanfic in my local coffeeshop & bookstore, i feel so mysterious and gay
i sit down at write destiel fanfic and inevitably end up on bibegateway dot com AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK
suptober day twelve: epic
wrath by dicklessthewonderclown
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The evening air is cool on Dean’s perpetually rage-flushed skin. Cas is a solid, welcome presence behind him, where he’s leaning against the older man’s chest, seated comfortably in the space between his spread legs.
The lyre is familiar in his tired hands, fingers mindlessly plucking out a melody he can’t quite name. His eyes are closed as he revels in the closeness, the rareness of this particular type of intimacy making him treasure each moment. In nine years of mostly constant war, there isn’t usually a lot of down time for anything more intimate than a quick fuck or a one-off day of uninterrupted relaxation.
Nine fucking years, Dean thinks bitterly. Nine years wasted, nine years spent on this godforsaken beach, fighting what seems like an endless war.
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iliad au! i’ve been wanting to do this one for forever
suptober day ten: close shave
no grave can hold my body down by dicklessthewonderclown
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It occurs to him that, as far as he knows, there is no Death. Billie is gone, taken along with-
There shouldn’t be any reason for a Reaper to have been killed in the months since, so, theoretically, there should be no Death. Which means he shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here regardless. He died. Now, after that, it’s either Heaven or Hell. He doesn’t particularly care which, given that neither will have-
Dean swallows, his mouth dry and throat burning. Neither will have him.
He hears soft footsteps behind him. He turns slowly, and his gaze falls on one of the last people he ever expected to see again. His mouth opens, a silent question hanging on his lips.
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finale fix it fic bc canon can suck my dick
suptober day nine: starlight
staring in the blackness at some distant star by dicklessthewonderclown
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“I was one of the few angels allowed to assist in their creation,” Cas says, voice equal parts fondness and bitterness. “Humans describe stars as being born, dust clouds sucked together, plasma and hydrogen and helium, to simplify something unable to be simplified. It’s as close to the truth as they can get. The creation process, the ‘birthing plan’ of a star, so to speak, is etched into my very being, though there are no words in any language ever spoken to describe it. The concepts are unable to be comprehended by the simplicity of the human mind.”
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working as fast as my little fingers can type to finish suptober, so stay tuned for that. also stay tuned bc i have so many silly little ideas that are coming soon, bc this was the perfect thing to get me out of my months long writer’s block
Content Label: Mature
suptober day eight: satanic panic
i need you by dicklessthewonderclown
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All Dean knows is pain. An unbearable, unending pain that throbs in his face, in his stomach, in his fingers. Lucifer’s fingers thread through his hair, jerking his head back roughly. He uses Dean’s hair as a way to keep him steady as he rains down blows on him.
Cas, please.
They’ve been here before, he thinks blearily, knees aching and pain radiating through every cell in his body. They always end up here. Why do they always end up here?
“Cas, please,” he whispers.
A feral grin splits the face no longer even recognizable as Cas. “Cas is gone,” Lucifer says, mirth seeping into the edges of his words, making Dean nauseous. “‘Fraid I’m all you’ve got.”
Dean coughs, a mixture of blood and spit spilling out of his mouth.
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suptober day seven: black cat
catstiel by dicklessthewonderclown
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“Ok, listen,” Cas says. “Let me explain.”
“Explain what, Cas?”
Cas sighs. “Don’t be mad, ok?”
That’s when he hears it. A soft, almost inaudible sound coming from the other side of the couch. It sounds almost like-
Dean stiffens, straining to make it out, not quite sure whether he’s just hearing things.
There it is again. Cas freezes, then looks away from Dean.
Meow.
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featuring absolutely godawful pun names for cats, such as mewlius caesar and my personal favorite, sir isaac mewton
took an edible notorious for killing me every time last night and as i lay in the dark staring at the ceiling and feeling all the blood pumping through my veins i had an amazing idea for a destiel fic
woke up with this in my notes app. not only did that medical grade shit kill me, it made me forget A MAJOR PLOTLINE. LIKE ONE THAT SPANS SEVERAL SEASONS. I FORGOT THAT THE MARK OF CAIN IS A THING IN SPN BUT REMEMBERED LUCIFER??? HELP???
kicking my feet twirling my hair and giggling whenever i get the ao3 daily kudos email at like 6 in the morning
suptober day four: nimbus
holy, holy, holy by dicklessthewonderclown
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“You’re warm,” he says softly.
He’s not sure why he’s surprised. He always half expects Cas to be cold, unnaturally so. Cause he’s not human. He’s cold, much more so than he realized. Cas is warm.
A smile tugs at the corner of Cas’s mouth. “It’s to be expected, I suppose.”
Dean frowns at him, confused.
“I’m a seraph, Dean.”
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featuring astronomy, theology, poetry, the bible, gay sex, and my very personal beef with thomas aquinas
currently writing destiel fanfiction looking at the interactive night sky map for the city of lebanon ks
love that my mom felt the need to sit me down for a serious “don’t do hard drugs, don’t drink too much” talk before i started college as if i don’t spend all my free time alone in my dorm smoking weed, listening to dark side of the moon, and reading/writing destiel fanfic
nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? that’s fucking wild.
you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.
you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??
shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much