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hyuckbeam · 1 year

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try again

things don’t seem to be going the way you’ve been wanting them to go the entire week. to make things even worse than they already are, your boyfriend (or rather ex-boyfriend) dumped you in front of the entire campus. you can’t seem to lift yourself up and try again — well, that is until he comes into your life.

pairing | college barista!jeno x college student!reader

genre | fluff, angst, college au

warnings + notes | afab!reader, a bit of cursing, ex-bf being a red flag, mentions of alcohol, roomie!ningning, that’s p much it!

wc | 5.1k words

a/n | im super duper excited to finally release this chapter of the tttc series!! personally, i just like the overall flow of this one and i hope u do too!! let me know what u think abt it :> as always, rbs, likes, and feedback are appreciated!

song recs | all 4 nothing - lauv, the loneliest time - carly rae jepsen, tfw (that feeling when) - enhypen

tttc m.list, main m.list

the first time you met him was seriously by coincidence.

your stomach had you hurling for the past few days, not to mention how sore you were from phys-ed class yesterday. you still remember asking your coach to let you off the hook for the day, but they denied your request – oh well, they were never a great teacher anyways, you think to yourself. your own boyfriend hadn't even checked up on you once to ask if you were doing alright. it’s not like you were going to burden him or anything… you just wanted a little bit of reassurance to get you through the week. was that so much to ask for?

as if all odds were finally in your favor, a light buzz from your phone snaps you out of your thoughts. you pick it up to see your boyfriend’s caller id. maybe this was it. maybe the gods finally heard your pleas to make life just a teensy bit bearable for you.

“hey, i think we should meet up for a moment. do you have time?” is the first thing he’s told you all week and for some reason, instead of the comfort you were anticipating, all you felt was sheer annoyance. not even a simple how are you? the lack of emotion he’s displayed just breaks your heart even more than it already is.

you still manage to reply, mimicking his dry tone instinctively. “yeah, where?” it's faint, but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a little hope in you. maybe he wants to meet in person to give you a hug, maybe a kiss? you desperately want that to be true.

“at the campus open grounds, you know, the one near that coffee shop?” he suggests through the call and you once your head despite him not even being able to see you. “okay, i’ll see you then.”

you couldn’t even believe he just asked if you knew where the open grounds were located. doesn’t he remember that’s the place he asked you out? perhaps it was an important event only to you. the thought manages to send a dry chuckle out your throat — it already didn’t seem like your little meetup with him was going to be of any help to your mood.

not much time had passed by the time you arrived at the chosen spot, setting your sights on a nearby bench to rest your feet as you waited.

a lot of people crowded the grounds today. it wasn’t usually this jam-packed, but you suppose the bright and sunny weather encouraged people to roam around outside. after all, the sky hadn’t been this pretty shade of vibrant blue in a while. you’re thankful the weather is good — at least something seems to be turning out well today.

your boyfriend arrives, albeit later than expected, even though he was the one who asked you to come out in the first place. you had been scorched by the sun’s rays for over ten minutes now, wanting nothing more than to just head back indoors.

“sorry i uh… took a while. i’ll make this short.” he states awkwardly, a bit too much considering you were dating. “i’m breaking up with you. i just fell out of love, you know that feeling, right?” your relationship was never the best, this was inevitably going to happen someday, but hearing it out loud was what did it for you.

out loud… wait. you look around to find practically everyone around you whispering to themselves, watching the scene between you and your boyfriend unfold — eating it up like it's the plot of a famous drama.

the shame, the anger, the embarrassment, you just wanted to get away from it all. the hope you gained earlier was all an illusion. your days weren’t going to get any better as the week just became like the stuff that comes out of nightmares. you utterly felt sick to the bottom of your stomach. not only did you get dumped, you got dumped in front of so many people.

without saying another word to your boyfriend — or should you say ex-boyfriend — you grab your things and take a run towards the nearest alleyway that just happened to be the one at the back of the coffee shop.

you crouch down to the floor, curling up into yourself as best as you could before finally letting emotions overtake you, just enough to calm you down. surely no one would find you here if you let out a tear or two, right?

wrong. whoever put that idea to your brain was a big dumbass (whoever being you) because a boy emerges through the shop’s backdoor and into the alleyway, presumably taking out the trash since he’s holding a familiar-looking black plastic bag. however, he quickly stops in his tracks, noticing your presence when there was usually no one else there. the alley was pretty dark after all – it gave most people the creeps but here you were, willingly occupying a small portion of the horrid area while bawling your eyes out. “um… i don’t usually do this, but do you want a cup of hot chocolate?” the guy offers, rubbing his nape sheepishly after noticing your tear-stained cheeks.

you can’t help but silently thank him for not bringing up your appearance in the conversation. you probably looked like a disheveled tomato by now, prompting you to wipe your tears with your arm to at least make yourself look presentable. “actually… yeah, that would be nice.”

you got a better look at him now that you were seated in the cafe, the warm lighting easing your nerves little by little. as expected of him, there’s a welcoming aura that surrounds his figure, a calm smile that’s sure to brighten up anyone’s day (including yours), a tiny little mole below his eye, and the shiniest hair that made you want to touch it — that probably wasn’t the most appropriate thought you’ve had all day.

what you didn’t expect was that he’d actually give that cup of hot chocolate free of charge. you didn’t even know who he was (and probably vice versa). still, it made you gain back a little bit of hope that was lost. with a soft smile now spread across your lips, you begin to ponder that maybe today could still turn out to be better for you.

-0-

the rest of your day goes better than anticipated, and you’re beginning to think that barista you met at the coffee shop is some sort of miracle worker or a lucky charm. even if he wasn’t, you sure do feel lucky you ran into him – though the situation wasn’t exactly the most ideal in hindsight. still, the thought manages to keep your spirits high all the way until you reach back to your dorm.

“ning yizhuo!” your sudden call turns two heads in the room, one being the said person, and the other being her cousin, renjun. the latter often came by and you were quite used to his presence and practically saw him as a brother.

“oh no, not the government name!” a sarcastic tone laces your roommate’s voice. truthfully, she had already heard about your breakup and was expecting you to be bawling your eyes right about now… except… you weren’t. in fact, you had a beaming smile displayed for everyone to see. weird – renjun had probably thought the exact same thing as they gave each other identical looks.

this goes completely unnoticed by you, dropping your bags before making yourself comfortable by the couch. “seriously, you guys won’t believe what happened earlier.”

“... you got dumped?” renjun voices out slowly, almost as if he’s testing the waters still.

“no! i mean yes, but that’s not what i was going to talk about.”

“why aren’t we talking about that? your ex was a douche- i can finally talk shit about him!” ningning cheers.

renjun clears his throat, “more importantly though, are you really fine?”

his words linger in your head for a bit. were you really okay? genuinely speaking, you didn’t feel much – probably because you expected your relationship to fall out eventually. both of you wanted different things and came to realize that. there was an underlying feeling of gratitude that your ex finally cut through the cracks of your bond, but you could definitely do without all the public shame though. that might continue to haunt you, but what’s done, was done.

“mhm, i’m really fine. i’ll get over him sooner or later.” you answer softly. both renjun and ningning could tell you were certain, silently agreeing within themselves to drop the topic completely. “but gosh, i probably wouldn’t have been able to make it through the day if it weren’t for that barista guy in the coffee shop.

you see renjun’s ears visibly perk up at the mention of a barista there, like he already knew who you were referring to. “do you mean the guy who works there? y’know, the one who kind of looks like a fluffy white dog and has a mole under his eye?” god, was he spot on with the description too.

“that’s him!” you gasp out, still in slight shock. you suppose renjun frequents the shop – especially since that’s where he and his girlfriend go to study. “huang renjun, are you psychic?”

that seems to bring out a snort in him, “you just knew that now?” he remarks rather playfully, “actually, his name is jeno. we’ve been friends for a pretty long while now.”

ah, so his name is jeno. you wouldn’t tell anyone, but you mayhaps ingrained that piece of information straight to your heart.

the second time you met him, you just wanted to see him one more time after.

ever since you learned about his name from renjun, he seemed to pop up in almost every conversation you engaged with. was he always this popular or were you just really ignorant to the people around you? it’s crazy how much you’ve been thinking about him ever since.

“put a finger down if you’ve gotten butterflies from a stranger!” frankly, you’re startled at the command, forgetting that you were in the middle of a ‘never have i ever’ game with your group of friends. jeno just so happened to be there too since your friend groups actually aligned well within each other. with him personally being around, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything except him. it’s the nudge ningning aims at your shoulder that gets you placing a finger down, remembering you’re still part of the game. you suppose your brief interaction with jeno does count as part of this…

this small action had the entire group cooing. it was a bit overwhelming, not knowing what to do when so many eyes were set on you. wanting to brush it off, you simply give a shy smile to the crowd, persuading them to not go any further and just continue on with the game. luckily, that’s exactly what they do and you’re met with sweet relief – finally letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in the first place.

still, your gaze shifts back at jeno. had he realized you were the person that bawled their eyes out in the back alleyway of the coffee shop? had he realized you were the one he offered a free cup of hot chocolate to? had he realized you were staring at him like he held the entire universe in his hands?

but most importantly, had you realized he was looking back at you the same way? no? maybe that’s for the best.

the air was getting too stuffy in the room for your liking, you had to excuse yourself out for some fresh air. it was already pretty dark out and you weren’t sure when your friends would finally call it a night. frankly, the breeze was much colder now (and you kind of regret not bringing a jacket out), but at the same time it was calming and quiet – a sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere held inside.

that serene silence was cut off by the faint sound of footsteps coming from the main door, jeno’s figure coming into view. what was he doing out here?

“hey… inside got too much, huh?” guess you and him share that opinion as you nod in agreement.

“a little?” your nose scrunches up at the thought. “i don’t usually mind it but it does get me swamped sometimes.”

a small hum is what comes out as a reply, the both of you opting for the comfortable silence the night bears. a few ruffling sounds are heard coming from jeno and before you could ask him what was making the noise, you felt warmth embrace you from behind. it was a jacket. not just any jacket, his jacket.

“sorry, did i startle you? it’s just, you looked cold.” truth be told, you were far from cold after his gesture. isn’t this something someone would do when they’re in a relationship? why was jeno doing this… with you?

it was then you unconsciously already had your mind made up. you weren’t going to acknowledge it yet, but you were completely over your ex.

-0-

there was absolutely no chance of you getting sleep that night, especially after the events beforehand. though you enjoyed every moment you spent with jeno, you kinda preferred having a full night’s worth of sleep right about now. it’s a good thing ningning was able to grace you with a cup of coffee as soon as you woke up — you don’t think you would have gotten out of bed otherwise.

“seriously, what’s up with you two!” ningning squints her eyes with suspicion glazed over them, trying to get some sort of answer regarding your situation with jeno.

“it’s not what you think it is.”

“then what is it?”

huh. she had a point there. just what is your relationship with lee jeno? it was a little foggy to yourself as well. the both of you never had much conversations, but when you did, they managed to send cupid arrows straight to your heart without fail. this was so much unlike your past relationship. when was the last time you ever felt this way?

“it’s just small conversations, that’s all it is.” you finally reply, words acting more like a reminder to yourself rather than an actual response to ningning’s query.

“is that really true?” your roommate frowns with a sigh, “you know, i noticed the way he looks at you. it’s different from others.”

“you’re probably mistaking his kindness for something else, ning. i doubt this’ll even lead to anything.” your statement is brief, but ningning manages to catch the light thread of hope in your words, understanding you wished it would lead to more. that’s all she needed to know. she knew better than to push you just to ease her own mind from the heapload of questions she has stored away.

“just know, whatever happens, i’ll always support you, okay?” she smiles brightly like the gentle rays of sunshine that slip through your dorm’s sill curtains. “okay.”

the third time you met him, you wished for nothing more but to remain in his company.

it’s just midday and you already feel like falling asleep. naturally, your feet bring you to the campus coffee shop, not registering the fact that jeno’s probably working his shift. in this moment, you were too sleep deprived to care.

“hi, can i get one chocolate chip frappucino-” you finally look up to see jeno’s familiar face right in front of you, recallings of the night before plaguing your thoughts and sending a surge of adrenaline in your body. suddenly, you were wide awake and could probably last the whole day with or without the coffee you were about to purchase.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you.” he greets softly, eyes scanning your features to find dark bags staining your usually lively eyes. “i think i’ll add another shot of espresso to your drink… you might need it.” he mutters out, more so to himself.

you can’t help but smile, finding his slight worry for your well-being to be endearing. “i’ll add that espresso shot then.” you chuckle, catching him off guard as he didn’t expect you to hear him.

“i’ll make sure to prepare your drink well.” he finally replies, punching in your order as you move to find a seat to occupy while you wait.

it doesn’t take long for jeno to approach your table, a drink with a swirly straw in hand. to your surprise, instead of simply dropping off the drink, he takes the seat in front of yours before setting it down. “i’m actually on my break right now but i wanted to talk to you. i hardly see you on campus after all. aside from when you visit here, that is.” it’s almost laughable at how predictable your response is to anything he does, feeling your stomach gain the now familiar fluttery sensation you always experience. when it comes to him, it seems to never get old, but none of that was the main point.

he wanted to talk to you. he went out of his way for you. he could be spending his break time elsewhere, but he’s here with you. perhaps you were overanalyzing his actions, yet you can’t stop the heat that creeps up your cheeks.

“sure, take a seat- i mean, you already did but-”

he chuckles, a slip of a smile coming into view. “your drink by the way.” he motions at the sweet drink you ordered. “i added more chocolate chips for you too.”

“spoiling me now, are we?”

“you caught me!”

talking to him just felt so natural. there was never a dull moment, and when silence would fill up the air, it was never thick and heavy, but light and freeing. you quietly sip your drink to these thoughts, occasionally wondering if this would be what it felt like if you two started dating- you’re thinking too ahead for someone who hasn’t even come to terms with their own feelings. you should just enjoy your time with him.

-0-

since then, you and jeno have grown closer to the point where you frequently talk on the phone at night. neither of your paths often crossed during the day, so these calls definitely made up for that – at least for you. through them, you’ve come to learn that jeno usually plays video games until the crack of dawn, sometimes even streaming his screen for you to watch. tonight, you decided to prepare ramen for yourself so you had something to eat while watching him.

“what flavor are you making today?” his voice is a lot huskier than it usually is during the night.

though this isn’t something new to you, there’s still that cozy feeling that almost feels domestic, and sometimes, you can’t help but squeal to yourself and kick your feet in the air. ningning even asked if you were alright because she thought you had gone crazy after hearing you from her own room.

“i think this one is cheese flavored? i’m not really sure since ning buys our groceries.”

“you should prepare me some when i come over next time. i wanna try some too.”

did he want to come over? your mind immediately fills with the idea of jeno visiting your dorm (or humble abode as ningning likes to call it). he’s seen glimpses of it as your background when you’d facetime each other, but what would he think about seeing it in person? there’s that famous saying that your home reflects your personality, after all. you don’t realize it, but you go dead silent, completely encapsulated by your imagination.

“hello? you’re still there, right?” he calls out for you, it’s much softer this time as if he’s checking up on you in case something happened.

“yeah, yeah i’m here. come over next time, then.”

he does, in fact, come over as soon as he got the chance to. honestly, he resembled an eager golden retriever exploring a new area the entire time you showed him around your dorm, having only seen it through a screen. on some occasions, he would point out a random trinket you had on display, saying it looked like you. he said the same about your potted succulent and you’re not sure how you feel about that one, but nonetheless, he seemed to be enjoying himself and that’s all that mattered. you were practically worried over nothing the other night.

“didn’t you say you were going to prepare me a little treat too?” jeno questions, finally finished with going around the dorm room.

“hm? oh, right the ramen-” you recall, immediately taking a few steps to the kitchen to prepare what you had promised him. “make yourself comfortable, i won’t take long!” it really doesn’t take much to make instant ramen, after all.

once it finishes boiling, you carefully transfer it to one of those gold-colored, aluminum pots to keep the ramen warm – making sure to add a few toppings to the dish to make it a bit more filling.

you make your way to the living room, seeing jeno on his phone by the couch. there’s that domestic feeling worming its way up on you again that has you wondering how it’d be like if jeno was your boyfriend. would he come visit over often? would you be able to visit his dorm sometime? the thought continues to remain on your mind for the entirety of jeno’s stay.

you really wanted this moment to become just as frequent as your nightly calls with him.

the most recent time you met up with him, you finally acted on what you’ve been holding in all this time.

ningning had invited you out to a party, luring you in by slipping that a certain someone was also going to be there. all jokes aside, you knew she also just wanted you to have fun, it’s been a while since you’ve gone out to a party anyways.

the event wasn’t anything fancy, your average college party hosted by one of the frats. you wore a black mini dress, one you bought but never got the chance to use until now. it fit you perfectly in all the right areas, but it took a lot of convincing from ningning’s part for you to actually buy it. you surely had to thank her now or else you wouldn’t have anything to wear for tonight.

“you’re finally wearing it!” it seems you weren’t the only one excited to see yourself wearing the dress as your roommate’s eyes sparkle at your outfit. “here, here. i’m letting you borrow these too since they match.” she hands over a pair of black earrings made with sequins and glass beads. it looked perfect for the look.

“thanks, it isn’t too much, right?”

“not at all! plus, it’s a party. who cares what others think- what’s important is that you look good!”

this makes you let out a small laugh, she was right. she always is. “okay then, let’s go?”

“lets!” ningning takes her purse from the coffee table before linking her free arm around yours. “we should get going if we don’t want to be late.”

it’s a good thing you both left when you did since the two of you arrived just on time. the party had already started a few minutes ago with some people already wasted (they probably drank before everything even started…). it doesn’t take long for you and ningning to manage through the sea of people, finally spotting a couple of familiar faces by the corner of the room.

“hey, you two made it!” renjun beams alongside his girlfriend, a plastic red cup in hand containing who knows what. “oh y/n, jeno’s by the kitchen. he was asking where you were before you arrived.”

“oh? thanks jun, i’ll go see what’s up.” you offer him a small smile before leaving ningning’s side and trying to find where the kitchen was located. after a bit of roaming around, you eventually find the boy you’re looking for.

cheeks flushed, dazed eyes, and a lopsided expression. jeno was probably no where clear from sober by the looks of it. guess you weren’t going to drink today, especially when your friend isn’t in the right state of mind.

“jeno? renjun said you were looking for me.” you call out to him softly in hopes he could hear you through the music that’s blasting on the speaker system.

by the sound of your voice, his head quickly turns in your direction. “y/n! i’ve bween looking por you everywhere!” he immediately wraps his arms around your figure, burying his head in the crook of your neck. your cheeks have flushed now too, not from alcohol, but because of the way he’s hugging you.

you never imagined jeno to be big on skinship while under the influence – well, you’ve never dealt with a tipsy jeno in general until now, so this was truly going to be one hell of an experience.

“have you, really?” you question him, patting his hair. “i’m here now though. did you need me for something?”

you feel him nod against your shoulder, “i wanted to kiss you but you were nooowhere to be found, and then renjun gave me a drink, and then haechan started laughing, and then i started laughing-”

he was beginning to ramble off and probably won’t remember any of the things he’s telling you right now. would that also include how he just confessed he wanted to kiss you? you know jeno’s just drunk, but there’s a part of you that hopes he wouldn’t forget that. you urge him to stand up straight for a moment before letting him lean onto you for support. the best you could do was probably have him sit outside for some fresh air (and maybe a cup of water).

-0-

the two of you are now seated silently next to one another with jeno’s head resting on your shoulder, and it’s reminiscent of the first time you actually had a proper conversation with him. the night was just like this, and yet, so many things have happened already since then.

“hey, about what i said earlier…” oh, he sobers up rather quickly. “y’know, about the wanting to kiss you and all that.”

you turn to face him with a bittersweet expression, the nearby streetlamp placing a soft glow over your features and jeno wonders where that solemn look on your face is coming from. “hm? no it’s alright. i’m sure we all say things we don’t mean when we get drunk. it’s normal.”

“well no, because, i did mean it.”

“that’s okay- huh?”

“i like you, y/n.” although its dark, you know he’s staring at you, waiting for you to respond.

“i… i do too, but we just met like a month ago.” you hadn’t even come to terms with your own feelings yet. “wouldn’t we be, i don’t know, going a little too fast? maybe both of us aren’t currently in the right mind.”

“that just proves my point even more. in a mere month of us getting to knowing each other, i’ve come to learn so much about you, grown so fond of you, and… i just want to be with you. trust me, i had a lot of time to think, but if you need more time. i’ll wait for you.”

now you were conflicted. did you really need more time to understand your own emotions?it’s not like you hid your affection for the boy, instead, it was quite the contrary. people started looking for you through jeno and others asked you about jeno’s whereabouts. its as if you two were now two peas in a pod, and everyone knew. were you going to break something you cherished just because you felt like your emotions hadn’t been sorted, when in reality, have been perfectly laid out right in front of you all along?

“no. no need.” your eyes crease as you smile at him, “i know what i want, and it’s you. it’s always been you.”

he doesn’t need any more validation than this, snaking his arm around your waist before pulling you close, lips barely touching. “can i kiss you?”

“please.” you surely don’t need to tell jeno twice, wasting no time as he quickly locks your lips with his own in such a way that you’d think he’s been pining over you longer than you had originally thought. you hadn’t drank a drop the entire night, but you felt so giddy just kissing him.

jeno pulls away first, and you already feel breathless from such a short kiss. slowly, he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing small, comforting circles onto your skin. “should we head back now?” honestly, you didn’t want to just yet, still unable to hide your smile from the lingering touch of his lips. still, you knew better than to stay out for too long.

“yeah, the others are probably wondering where we went.” and with that, he pulls himself off the ground, extending a hand out to help you get on your feet.

“let’s go back in… slowly, okay?” you giggle out, still wanting to cherish the moment with him.

“how could i say no to you?”

eventually, you do make it back into the party, quickly spotting your group of friends.

the sight of you both sporting puffy lips and rosy tinted cheeks, not to mention your lipstick smudged on the corner of jeno’s lips had everyone raising a brow. neither of you had noticed that because it was so dark out… um, oopsies?

ningning manages to connect all the dots together, a loud gasp erupting from her that startles the rest of the group. “OMG DON’T TELL ME! no wait actually please do confirm- PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE TOGETHER?”

you and jeno look at each other with a knowing look, feeling his hand reach out for yours before you happily reply, “yeah, we are.”

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shallowseeker · 7 months

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Becky Rosen-Baron, MIA.

Becky's "death" + Dean's side of the fireplace mantel

Becky loses her husband, then her "junior" and daughter...and then she herself dies. Just like Dean.

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The two sides of the mantel:

Ahh, the mantel, nestled as the hearth of home. Hearths are associated with home and family because the hearth was historically the main source of heat in the home, as well as where the cooking was done.

The left side is Chuck's side, black chess pieces. Sam is driving the car with TFW safely confined to the roadhouse at the end. The monster hand is pointed away from Sam.

The right is Becky's side: white pieces, glass half-fall.

It's also Dean's side, with Dean driving the car and heading towards Cas and "mini Cas," plus a family portrait showing what Cas and "mini Cas" are to Dean. The monster's hand is reaching for Dean's side, as Dean-action-hero figure frantically fights against it.

Awww. the cute little family picture with Rod Baron, Rod Jr, their daughter, and Becky Rosen, which also foreshadows the order of the losses (hub dies first in the form of Cas and finale-dad).

This is right next to...Dean in a car, Cas, and a "mini Cas." (Becky doesn't know about Jack.)

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Other suspicious details: Dean prime is in the car driving towards Cas in front of a reddish Hellscape.

Alternatively, the photo behind Cas bears some resemblance to a blossom, like the Leviathan blossom he was searching for, crazed, as he rushed through the lands of Purgatory on the verge of losing Cas. They even look like they could be two blossoms straining towards one another. Who knows? It could be a famous fanart I'm just not familiar with.

Anyhoo, both Cas and "junior/little" Cas are turned away from Dean.

This is a nod to Dean...without? Bereft. A la The Winchesters companion series. Here's Dean's ending. Limbo. Wandering. Searching for a happy family he doesn't have.

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If the more-discussed left side was Sam's ending, then the less-discussed right side is Dean in The Winchesters. It's the head side versus the heart side.

And the heart ending, which we sort of get from The Winchesters is a wandering, driving Dean, looking for this nebulous happiness he can't seem to find without Cas and..."mini Cas/Cas junior" Jack.

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Becky was "doing great"

But Becky's life is so cute, y'all. That hub is adorbs.

ROD: "We'll be fine, babe...it's just Lake Michigan. Hardly any chop!"

Famous last words, Rod. You don't know that it's you who is going to mishandle that "Michigan chop."

Becky/Rod - But OMG can we just take a minute? They LIKE each other. They tease each other. They know the motion sickness comes from him, probably. And he knows she's gonna be nerding out during her relaxing weekend (that's part of the point of getting away--to let her have that time).

AAaaaaaahhhhhHHHHhhhhh.

Rod knows about Becky's writing and her superfan status (hard to miss in her office hehe) and loves her for it. And it's just so damn cute.

BECKY: Four hours in a boat? Rod, Junior gets seasick in the tub. ROD: Where would I be without you? BECKY: Covered in puke. [BECKY taps on the window.] Have fun, sweeties! JUNIOR: Thanks, Mom, we will. [ROD and BECKY kiss.] ROD: (fondly)Wow. Felt that. You can’t wait to have the house to yourself. BECKY: (flirtatiously) Oh, you have no idea.

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Along comes Chuck, the metaphorical stop sign to Becky's life; her "off-screen murderer"

Chuck sees her big house and her van and her fam and notes sees that she's doing "great" for herself. She doesn't know it yet but he is the end of her life--he even appears in front of a stop sign!

BONUS: Becky's wearing the gray duster/caretaker warrior/hearth of house/"dead guy robe!"

Instinctively, she runs. See, even with their baggage, Becky's already got a bad feeling, "Well I don't need or want to see you."

So naturally, he worms his way in.

CHUCK: I’m sorry, I… I know we’re not together anymore, and it seems like you’re doing great. I just – I… I wanted to talk. Catch up. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. BECKY: That’s not my problem. [She turns to walk into the house.] CHUCK: Wait, Becky, please. I don’t have anywhere else to go.

So then, after denigrating her POV:

BECKY: I’m a writer, too, Chuck. CHUCK: Oh. I mean, fanfic… it’s not really the same thing… BECKY: Writing’s writing. The self-sabotage, the doubts, the struggle against time. So, whenever I have a spare minute, I write.

He steals.

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He will wind up taking everything

First, he steals her rosy little laptop with her cute little rose decal-skin and the rose keyboard cover and he even puts on HER GLASSES:

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Then, clever girl that she is, she fakes liking it to try to get him to leave! The LYING motif. "It's so good! I loved it....it's so good I'd love to get back to my own work."

CHUCK: "No...no no. You're shining me on. ...Come on, one note."

Then Becky makes her fatal misstep

She gives concrit, which is what Chuck said he wanted but not what he actually wanted. Just look at this face. Becky's starting to feel that...wrongness.

Something's off.

It's the same subtle change--that same whiplash we saw when he cruelly turned on Metatron in the diner.

After he writes his hopeless ending on her computer, and she lets her criticism rip. He sadistically enjoys her discomfort. He's sticking it to her, with her love of laundry and conversations and banter, which will appear in the terrible finale. Then, he says this:

[BECKY walks but turns to CHUCK.] BECKY: You have to leave. CHUCK: Nah, I kinda like it here.

He took a crap on her computer, wore her glasses, sat in her seat...now he's taking her office. Her house.

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Chuck takes all

[ROD enters the living room.] ROD: Babe, you wouldn’t believe what happened.

JJLKgj! Aw, Rod. He cannot wait to tell her that he's the one that wound up puking. KJALGJAGH get you a man like that!

Then he kills Rod right in front of her.

[BECKY looks at CHUCK.] BECKY: Please. ROD: Junior was fine, but I puked everywhere. [ROD walks in and sees CHUCK. He looks at BECKY, confused.] ROD: Babe? CHUCK: Hey. [CHUCK snaps his fingers. ROD disappears in a puff of dust.] BECKY: (screams) Rod?! What happened? Where is he? CHUCK: He’s gone. BECKY: What?!

Her children enter next; we can only hear them off-screen. Rod Jr. can't wait to tell her about the puke incident either. They just know she'll love it.

Chuck will take Rod right in front of Becky's eyes, but her children will die off-screen. "Away."

[ROD JR. enters.] ROD JR.: Hey, mom! We’re back! Dad got sick! He threw up all over the side – [CHUCK snaps his fingers again. The kids disappear.] BECKY: (gasping for air, on a whisper) No! (shudders) The kids. CHUCK: Oh, don’t worry. They’re not dead. They’re just away. [BECKY turns back to CHUCK.] CHUCK: Oh, yeah. I’m God. [BECKY looks horrified.] BECKY: What are you… No. You bring them back. You bring them back! [CHUCK smiles.] BECKY: Please…you can’t do this.

It echoes both Dean pleading with God in 13x01, "Now, you're gonna bring them back," and his 15x18 "Don't do this, Cas." Yeup. Becky is now bereft. Without. Rod's gone, like Cas will soon be gone.

CHUCK: Oh, Becky. I can do anything. [CHUCK steps closer to BECKY. He snaps his fingers. She disappears in a puff of dust.]

Becky faces him defiantly but quickly unravels into grief. "You bring them back...please."

And then he kills Becky.

And here we have these "withouts" culminating. The fun motifs about having the house to yourself end with a cheeky disappearance of the things Becky loves the most. It's cruel. She'd been trying to help Chuck, and he did not show the slightest glimmer of gratitude once her "fluffing" ceased.

And then she herself is gone.

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It makes you think of this too from 15x18:

DEAN: "She's gonna kill you. And then she's gonna kill me."

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Girls named Becky take things and break things?

In 13x01, the angel Miram ranted and raved about the specter-like example of a "super bitch named Becky."

This Becky would "take things and break things."

But the funny thing is...here? As Chuck settles into her office and takes her house…

He's the one taking and breaking. He stole everything from her the same way he tried to wrap himself up in Dean's gray MoL robe.

Just 'cause he can.

#shal meta #chuck shurley #spn finale #cw spn finale #cw dean's death #mcd #spn atomic monsters #spn 15x04 #spn season 15 #becky rosen #rod baron #the rosen-baron family #spnwin #spnwin adjacent

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Small Moments With... Castiel (Supernatural)

Small Moments With...

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Word Count: 1,064 words

Warning(s): yelling, a smidge of violence, mentions of self-doubt

Author's Note: The only member of TFW 2.0 that hasn't been added to this series!

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Him Letting You Sleep on Him, Even Though He Doesn't Sleep...

--Third Person P.O.V--

Honestly, the sight almost made Dean die with laughter. He watched through the rearview mirror (really safe use for that) as (Y/n) sat in the seat next to Cas.

Well... It was really more (Y/n) laying on Cas's seat.

They had wrapped their arms around the angel and their head was resting on his shoulder. They were curled into (Y/n)'s side. The angel had a mostly blank expression as he looked out through the window.

"Comfy back there," Dean asked.

"Talk quietly," Cas immediately told Dean off. "(Y/n) needs the rest after the last hunt."

Dean looked at his brother, who just shook his head. A silent push to just shut the hell up about it.

If either one had looked back again, they would've seen Cas look down at his partner. His eyes immediately softened as he checked that they hadn't been woken up by Dean.

Cas let out a quiet sigh when he knew (Y/n) was still asleep.

Cas may not feel a need to sleep, but he understood the importance of it for (Y/n).

Extremely Awkward Signs of Affection...

We were all working on research for a case. Sam and I were passing articles back and forth while Dean was digging through online articles. Cas had been trying to help.

I was flipping through a pile of papers when I felt someone kiss my cheek. I looked over to see Cas looking at me with an awkward look on his face.

I just grinned softly at him.

I didn't think much of it until he leaned over and kissed my cheek again.

"Dude," we both looked over at Dean.

Sam was chuckling down at the paper in his hand.

"What," Cas asked.

"What are you doing," Dean replied.

"I'm showing affection for (Y/n)," Cas explained. "I thought showing affection for one's partner was normal."

"It is, Cas," I nodded. "However, it all depends on who you are."

He tilted his head. I stood up and grabbed his hand.

"Come on," I dragged outside. It was the only place we would get privacy at the small motel.

"Are you unhappy with me," he asked, almost looking like a sad puppy.

"No," I shook my head, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. "We just need to talk through this and it felt weird to do that in front of Sam and Dean."

"What is it?"

"The thing with affection around other people is that it's very different from the affection we have when we're alone," I explained. He nodded. "So, when we're alone, I don't mind the cheek kisses and stuff. Around other people, I don't really enjoy them. And that doesn't mean you're doing anything wrong; it just means we need to establish our own boundaries."

"Okay," he nodded. "How... How do you start that?"

My smile got wider. How did I get so lucky?

Trying to Get Cas to Relax...

"Stop," I finally grabbed Cas's sleeve and pulled him back to me. "No more working."

"Sam and Dean will need help," he replied.

"You will be no help if you are too overwhelmed to actually focus."

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked away. He looked like a child getting scolded.

"Come here," I grabbed his hand and made him sit down. "Now. I am going to get some of the gummy bears I hide from Dean and we're going to read something non-lore related."

"Why are you doing this," he asked.

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "Because you deserve to be taken care of and shown love, Cas. You don't have to prove you're useful. You can just be loved for the sake of being loved."

I went to step back, but Cas stopped me by grabbing my hand, "Thank... Thank you."

I grinned, "You're welcome, Cas."

Cas Trying to Teach You Enochian...

I had been struggling with it for hours that day. Nothing was sinking in. I could hear what was being said, but that was it. Nothing was actually going passed the sound.

"Cas, I'm sorry, but I don't understand an ounce of this," I said.

"It would probably sink in better if you weren't mindlessly staring at me while I'm trying to teach you," Cas replied bluntly.

I blinked at him a few times. He looked at me.

"That was rude," he figured out.

"A little."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"I was looking for studying tips," Cas explained. "They say notecards help."

As he said that, he dropped a huge pile of notecards on the table.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"Ready to get started?"

"You owe me after this."

Cas Constantly Standing Up For You...

I had fucked up. I knew that. I had been expecting Dean to go off about it. He would never admit it, and I would never point it out, but he was very similar to his dad when he was upset.

As soon as we got back to the motel, he went off.

I grew to accept the episodes of yelling.

Cas... had not. He appeared as soon as Dean started raising his voice.

"Stop talking," Cas said, standing between Dean and me.

"Cas, I appreciate your little protective puppy stance, but this is a conversation between (Y/n) and-"

When Dean tried to step around the angel, Cas sent him flying back into the far wall.

"Cas," I snapped as soon as it happened.

Cas ignored me, going over to grab Dean by his collar.

"You do not get to treat (Y/n) like garbage for taking the same risks that you would have," Cas threatened. "If I watch you treat them like that again, I will smite you where you stand."

"Cas, let him go," I said.

He looked back at me before letting go of Dean's shirt and walking over to me. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him outside.

"What was-"

I was cut off by Cas pulling me into a tight hug. I slowly hugged him back.

"I will not let you be treated like that," he muttered. "I refuse to watch you be in pain."

I blinked back a wave of tears.

"You don't let that happen to people you love," he added, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

I grinned, "I love you too, Cas."

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#castiel imagine #castiel x reader #castiel fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader

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leolithe · 2 months

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Imagine how Ballas would have reacted to seeing his ex becomeing gay with the sentient clone of herself?

"You were such an astronomical shit-head in life, that the only person you loved left you for herself"

That would have been a such a massive punch to the ego.

Yeah honestly Margulis x Lotus has some very funny roots depending on who you ask!

In Lotus' perspective it's like "OK I have these memories of a dead woman and I'm supposed to become her now. But I can't just stop being a Sentient and have myself exploded by the Jade Light so i'm gonna do the closest thing to becoming Margulis and devote myself to her memory instead"

In Margulis' perspective it's like. "Tfw your toxic dead ex's gross intent to bring you back to life actually formed a will of her own and now she's showing more love to you than he ever could"

Like i literally would not put it past b*llas to even know that Margulis' favourite flower is the lotus. He loved her sure, but did he respect her as a person with her own wants and goals? Absolutely not!!!!!

Meanwhile Lotus who is a sentient AI who wasn't supposed to develop any feelings in general is using her Sentient Rationality to preserve Margulis' legacy. Her helmet hiding her eyes being a recognition of Margulis' blindness already speaks so much more to Lotus' respect of her than b*llas who wanted to wipe any evidence of "Tenno meddling" off Margulis and her appearance.

Imitation is the highest form of flattery and all that. Lotus never sought to change Margulis; b*llas set the bar so low that Margulis met Lotus and was like "Yes, accepting her love is healing for me actually. Wow i love not having to convince people of my hopes and dreams. I've never felt so validated by someone else in my life."

Lotus was born from the intents of a controlling father and a toxic jealous ex... It still gets me that the quote that represents her in The Sacrifice is "Dream not of what you are, but of what you want to be."

And sometimes what you want to be is a big ol lesbian robotgirl who kisses other women :3

#warframe #warframe lotus #margulis #margulotus #leoframe #mailbox #plural lotus

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lizardperson · 3 months

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ockiss24 - day 4!

well we had the big "i love you" confession kiss, how about a little flashback to like 8 years earlier - first kiss! as usual when it comes to Mika & Gabriel, unnecessarily horny.

tfw the hot college student your wife is casually fucking suggests a threesome...

content warning: lewd talks but no actual naughties happening (yet)

"By the way, my brother still thinks this is all just a ploy to get me into a threesome with you and your husband." "Oh, definitely not, don't worry." "I mean, not that I would mind, he IS really hot too…"

So, tonight was the night. They had dinner together, a few drinks, chatted, laughed, and once again Gabriel was surprised about how easy it all was with Mika - he, who usually needed a while to warm up to people, just joking around with her, talking about everything and nothing. A random observer would have thought they all had been friends for years. And now on to the actual purpose of the evening… Part of him still couldn't believe Kat had agreed to this. That Mika seemingly had brought up the idea did not surprise him on the other hand - that girl seemed to be very open when it came to sex, and her shameless flirting told him that she at least wasn't uninterested in him. Still, "threesome with an extremely hot college student" did sound like something out of a midlife crisis fantasy, or porn. When Kat brought it up, his first instinct was to assume this was some kind of trap, but he couldn't think of any reason she could have for that. So, naturally, he agreed, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about the whole endeavor - only mildly succeeding, she just knew him too well. But who could blame him… He had been attracted to Mika from the moment they met. She wasn't even his usual type, but there was just something about her that drew him in. Very pretty smile. Amazing curves. Of course he wanted her. And the prospect of Kat being involved also sounded very enticing. They haven't had sex in what, ten years now? Yeah, that seemed about right. Just because she realized she was lesbian didn't mean he had to stop being attracted to her. So to say he was looking forward to the rest of the evening almost was an understatement.

Somehow he and Mika had ended up alone in the kitchen, and once again he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her body. He usually was bit more subtle when checking out women, but somehow she made it really hard to not constantly openly leer at her like some old pervert. He wondered how many other middle aged guys she had wrapped around her finger.

Leaning on the counter, she gave him that smirk again. "So I heard you want to fuck me, old man." Straight to the point, she really wasn't shy. God, he should bend that little brat right over that counter…

"I do, yes," he chuckled. "Assuming you want that too of course."

"Oh, definitely," she confirmed, licking her lips. "Why don't you start with kissing me then."

Now if that wasn't the textbook example of a great idea. He closed the last few steps between them, now standing right in front of her, looking down. He brought his hand up to her face, very lightly caressing her cheek for a moment. Being so close, he was once again reminded how young she was, and that morality voice in his head popped up again. You could almost be her father, you creep. He wondered if Kat ever had any qualms about her age.

Fuck it.

As soon as their lips touched that voice went quiet. How soft she felt. How hungrily she kissed him back. God, how much he wanted her. He buried his hand in her hair to pull her even deeper into the kiss, and when they finally separated he needed a moment to catch his breath again. She would be the death of him one day, he could tell already.

Smirking, Mika looked up to him. "If you fuck half as good as you kiss, then this is going to be a very interesting night…"

Gabriel laughed, then went for another kiss, pulling her closer and letting his hands wander over her body. He couldn't wait to get her out of her clothes.

Kat's voice interrupted them. "Starting without me, I see." She leaned in the door frame, eyebrow raised, amused by the view.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," he chuckled, being sure she understood.

"Why don't we take this upstairs then…"

#ockiss24 #mika tag #gabriel tag #kat tag #otp: a 1000 years #otp: you stop the world #lizardwriting

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kept forgetting to post these, but here, some silly scenarios and out-of-context moments & more with (my) Guy Gardner & Feste that I wrote up for @arcade-writing :) ;)

==(Warning: This is an EXTREMELY LONG POST)==

--(tfw you start shipping your friend's self-insert with canon.. Guy/Feste is so real and official in my heart and soul cuz it's so funny, and I really wanna share some of these snippet things I wrote cuz they're just too good to keep to myself)--

(Anyways, when I say this is long, I MEAN IT)

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Guy: Guy Gardner works alone! Ain't nobody worthy of workin' alongside me, you'll all just slow me down--

Feste: -walks in-

Guy: the ONLY guy worthy of workin' with me is sweet cheeks, here! -puts his arm around Feste's shoulders, giving a little squeeze, and kisses his cheek- I ain't accepting ANY offers. Ain't nobody could or ever WILL replace my best man!

Feste: ❔❔❔❔❔

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Guy: Can I stay the night with you? I don't have the energy in me to go to mine. I just…… I just wanna….. cuddle for awhile… if that's alright with you…?

Feste, realizing just how bad Guy is doing: I will destroy whatever made you this way, just give me the word… but after we've had some sleep. You look awful.

Guy: ..Thanks.

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Guy slicks his hair back and upwards one time at the beach, it's all wet and he makes a joke to Feste like "Hah, whadda y'think of my new hairdo?"

Feste looks like he's gonna be SICK. The utter horror that Guy did his hair in a way that looks like how Feste has envisioned in his nightmares.

Feste storming up to him, smacking his head and then quickly ruffling the hair until it sits like a bowlcut again and then kissing him and holding his face firm to look at him like "NEVER do that again."

Guy is confused and flustered, but he promises.

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Guy: You wanna go blow up some asteroids later? I wanna see what that ring can do!

Feste: Oh, it's a date!

Guy:

Guy, faltering, ears going red but his face isn't: What

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Guy: So why're you called 'Feste'? is it like some kinda self given title, like an ironic wordplay for the fact you're a Pink Lantern? I thought all you guys were supposed to be all 'ohhh la de da, mwuah mwuah I love life, I love you, and you, and you, and everything~' but you're more like when love festers and dies.

Feste:

Feste: ………Yeah, haha. yeah that's totally the reason. Pretty cool, right? festering love…

Guy: Yeah.

Feste: So what about you? Why's your name 'Guy'? Sounds pretty generic and bland compared to your gaudy personality.

Guy: GAUDY?! WHY YOU-- Ergh.. No. My parents named me that. Guess I was just a disappointment to everyone since birth. Hah.

Feste:

Feste: Are you okay, Guy? Do you wanna talk about it?

Guy:

Guy: ………..No. I'll be fine.

Guy:

Guy, puffs out his chest: Well now I'm THE Guy. The Guy everyone talks about! I'm THAT Guy! SO my parents can SUCK ON IT. ~'PathETIC PUny GArdnEr'~ is no more! If they could see me now, they'd be soiling their pants at what I'm capable of! I'm doin' more work savin' the world and more than that lousy old man has in all his years as a cop!

Feste:

Feste: Are you done?

Feste: Guy……have you ever considered your parents are idiots and their opinions don't matter?

Feste: do I need to kill them for you?

Guy: I thought you guys didn't kill?

Feste: I can make an exception.

Feste: I killed out of love and star sapphire has tried to kill Hal, I think I can kill your parents

Guy: Hal probably deserved it. Ah. Nah. Y'don't gotta kill'em. For all I know they're probably long gone by now, or on their way out, at least. Haven't seen or spoken to'em in years.

Guy: Good riddance, I say.

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"Feste of Earth, your heart is so very lonely. Come. Join us and you will find your heart full once more in time. There is a great sense of love within you. With us, we shall help you to unlock that potential, to feel what it is that you desire. You will. find Love."

Feste: I'm sorry. W H A T

Star Sapphire: Feste of Earth, allow me. -leans down to caress his face and read into his heart and mind-

Feste: uhhhh uuhhhhhhhhhh

SS: I see what it is your heart desires. We shall heal you. This may take some time, however, as the universe is vast.

Feste: huh?? okay???

Guy Gardner on earth just stepping out of the shower:

Pink Ring: Guy Gardner of Earth--

Guy: WHOA HOLY &^#@$&@^#$^$@#?!??!

Pink Ring: --You are whom we seek. For there is one who is need of you.

Guy: The @#^$&# are you on about??

Pink Ring: Come. Accept this ring and see for yourself.

Guy: ..You gotta be ^&#@%&# me. I already got a ring -walking to retrieve the green ring on the table- I think I'm good now #%^$@# off--

Pink Ring: I am afraid you have no choice. This is an emergency of the heart and soul.

Guy: WAIT WAIT WAI--

Guy gets YOINKED by the pink light and the ring nestles itself onto his wedding ring finger, his outfit changes and he gets portaled to Feste.

Guy's Pink Ring: Feste of Earth. Your heart and soul's match has been found. May you both find comfort in each other's love.

Feste & Guy:

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Guy: I got a scar from taking an imitation toy parachute for a joy ride when I was 8. didn't go so well, got a scar on my head from it, you wanna see?

Feste: you what

Guy: Yeah! Look! I jumped off and landed wrong, snagged my head real good-- check it out!

Guy: -brushes his hair out of the way and leans down so Feste can see the scar-

Feste: I thought they hit you for stealing it-- that's kinda disappointing.

Guy:

Guy: How dare you.

----

Feste sits in his room, getting ready for a surprise night out with Guy. He tossed out some verbal hints, but never right out said where they were going, but Feste could only assume it had something to do with cowboys. Still, Feste was going to dig through what he had to find something to fit the theme.

He was halfway dressed and digging through his dresser when he heard the door open, a sound of boots with the spurs that one could never mistake following suit. Feste looked up to see Guy leaning on the door frame with his arm, the other propped up on his quirked hip, legs crossed. He was dressed like a fancy cowboy, green suit with matching stetson and all. The tassels swayed from his movement.

"Y'ready, par'dner? We're gonna be late if y'don't get yerself dressed. C'mon, we're goin' to a rodeo bar. It's hoedown night an' they got th'bull out. Y'don't wanna miss that, now do ya?"

Feste shuddered at the accent Guy was putting on. If it weren't for their date, he'd have half a mind to jump him right then and there. Grab that stupid bolo tie and matching belt buckle, too--

"Come on, Feste! Don't tell me yer gonna be wearing just some jeans and a t-shirt. Don't you have anything, y'know.. more appropriate?"

"Why would I have--"

"Y'know what? I'll buy you one on the way! Get your shoes on and grab your stuff and let's go!"

Guy was a little too excited for this.. it was kind of cute, Feste thought.

----

Feste in the Lantern break-room one early morning, pouring some juice or whatever, they hear the door open and glance to look, but it turns into a double whiplash take as they see Guy Gardner walking in completely shirtless in only his boxers, a pair of ridiculous socks, and some slippers. he's shuffling in yawning, stretching with one arm behind his back while the other is scratching that happy trail from to navel to waistband.

bro doesn't even acknowledge Feste, just cracks open the fridge after scratching the light shadow on his face, grabs a carton of milk with a cheap tape and sharpie label on it with his name and starts chugging it, free arm resting on the top of the fridge door. he finishes, puts the cap back on, stuffs it back in the fridge, shuts the door and FINALLY looks over to see Feste.

"'Sup.. Didn't know anyone else would be up this &^%$ early." his voice is still groggy and has a slight gravel to it. and for once, he doesn't sound agitated.

----

Feste, questioning how this man can even survive, making up theories in his head about how he is and junk when he's back on earth:

Guy, on earth, walking with some lackluster groceries back to his place: -kicking garbage and using his ring to put it in the trash, shouting at a guy for bumping into him and almost getting into a fight about it-

Feste, watching: I was so right

Guy: -sees a kid trying to get something out of a tree on the side of the street- HEY! Hey! What do you think you're doin'?! -runs up and grabs the kid out of the tree-

Feste: Oh no -readies his ring-

Guy: That's dangerous! You could've fallen and gotten hurt or worse, you could've went crashin' into the busy street! You're lucky ole Guy Gardner's got his eyes on this city, kid! Ain't nothin' gonna slide past this Green Lantern! What're you tryin' to get outta that tree anyway?

Kid: -points and looks sad- sorry Mr.Gardner Green Lantern, sir..

Guy: Ah, it's nothin', kid, no worries. I got this, just you watch! -shifts them to his hip as he uses his ring to fly up and gets the thing down for them, handing it right to them- There now, y'see?

Kid, being placed back on the sidewalk: yay! Thank you!! You're so cool!!

Guy: It's nothin', kiddo, now I want ya t'promise me y'won't go climbin' anymore trees like that, y'hear? I don't want any o'you runts gettin' hurt doin' somethin' stupid like that. And.. -squats to the kids height and talks a little quieter- I may be a Green Lantern and we don't feel fear, but don't you go tellin' anybody you heard this, but you got me scared for a minute there!

Kid: Whoa.. Really?! I'm sorry! I promise!! I pinky promise I won't go doin' anythin' like that again! -holds out their hand-

Guy, laughs and gives them the pinky promise: Yeah, that's a good kid! Now run along and play safe!

Kid: Okay! Thank you again!! bye!!

Feste:

#ghostie mumbles #//long post #guy gardner #green lantern #pink lantern #my gosh this is such a beefy post holy crud

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 4 months

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Tinsel

Tinsel https://ift.tt/ru1bNHv by lizleenimbus It's the first Christmas after TFW gets Cas back from the Empty, and everyone is finally happy... even though Dean and Cas haven't yet talked about "it". Instead, Cas makes a bit too merry with being the Christmas tree, and Dean has to untangle him. Words: 1674, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, The others briefly - Character Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: holiday fic, Post-Canon, slight holiday tipsiness, Love Confessions, Post-Canon Fix-It, winged Cas, unabashed cheese, extremely cheesy, Did I mention cheese, Fluff, First Kiss, warning mostly for language, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, 15x20 alternate universe, the good supernatural that lives in my head, brief wing grooming, Sort Of via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/jlq8ehF December 20, 2023 at 10:30AM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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casualtydept · 1 year

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experiencing a particular sense of derangement today so how about an annotated walkthrough of my zeroskull playlist

there's a sort of progression to this that i intended to span their relationship as i portray it so keep that in mind. i hope you like 80s music.

this charming man - the smiths

this man said "it's gruesome, that someone so handsome should care"

my very first zeroskull fic has zero call him handsome and i shamelessly stole the idea from here. oh the romanticism of somehow finding yourself involved with an older english man who knows so much about these things...

2. unloveable - the smiths

i don't have much in my life, but take it - it's yours

sorry for all the morrissey it's not my fault he's also depressed and sexually complicated. i haven't written late 50s skull face in a while and this makes me miss him. oh you poor messed up thing.

3. love my way - the psychedelic furs

a kiss in not enough in love my way, it's a new road i follow where my mind goes

would you look at that another song about being gay. a comfy dreamy sort of feeling of falling for that older man that encourages him just to give in to all these terribly complicated feelings

4. later tonight - pet shop boys

and you wait 'til later, 'til later tonight 'cause tonight always comes

"the most gay song we've ever written" says neil tennant. i'll leave it at that

5. jack the ripper - morrissey

your face is as mean as your life has been crash into my arms, i want you you don't agree, but you don't refuse i know you

oh fuck he's back. anyway haha hope you enjoyed the sweet stuff here's one in which i compare zero to a serial killer. the "nobody knows me" lyric at the end fills my head with many thoughts. it's not zero if it isn't at least a little bit fucked up and morally questionable.

6. shake the disease - depeche mode

here is a plea from my heart to you nobody knows me as well as you do

hope you like this band as much as me or you'll be sick of them by the end of this. oh the desperation. ow oof the mortifying ordeal of being known.

7. in your room - depeche mode

i'm hanging on your words living on your breath feeling with your skin will i always be here?

be thankful i only quoted the chorus here. zero is a powerful man.

8. vampires - pet shop boys

say what you like i'll do what you want me to do you're a vampire, i'm a vampire too

the inherent romanticism of becoming strange and offputtingly wicked men who operate largely at night together

9. master and servant - depeche mode

domination's the name of the game in bed or in life, they're both just the same except in one you're fulfilled at the end of the day

i could have just quoted the whole song here. it's a lot like life!

10. stories of old - depeche mode

but we won't sacrifice anything at all to love

tfw you're totally in love but not enough to make you stop caring about controlling the global population/destroying the english language [delete as appropriate]

11. lovesong - the cure

whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am whole again

i love pain and suffering.

12. love will tear us apart - joy division

love, love will tear us apart again

from the mgsv soundtrack itself. oh the misery.

13. wicked game - chris isaak

the world was on fire and no one could save me but you

[chanting] DIVORCE ERA DIVORCE ERA DIVORCE ERA. the bitterness... the longing.... the knowledge that the guy you essentially spent the last decade or more giving your life to is obsessed with some other guy and has ambitions that directly conflict with yours/make you want to murder him

14. diamonds and rust - joan baez

it's all come back too clearly yes, i loved you dearly and if you're offering me diamonds and rust i've already paid

[skull face voice] oh joan baez we're really in it now. music to drink heavily to after making a certain phone call, thumb running over the scratched metal of an authentic pin badge...

15. no children - the mountain goats

i am drowning there is no sign of land you are coming down with me hand in unlovable hand and i hope you die i hope we both die

oh you know i had to.

anyway hope you enjoyed this glimpse at what drives my insanity, i might do this for my (multiple) skull face playlists sometime but one is full of edgy bullshit + hungarian metalcore and half of my other one is just ennio morricone's dollars trilogy soundtracks lol.

#not art #words #far too many words #put me and skull face in a Talking Incessantly contest i swear i could beat him #playlists

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loserchildhotpants · 1 year

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fic writer asks 1, 4, 16, & 37

fic writer asks

1] i don't know that i prefer writing one-shots or chaptered fics over each other as much as i am not a person able to be succinct and so i wind up just writing multi-chapter things all the time skjdfhsdkhjf theoretically i LOVE writing one-shots, but in practice, i write novels

4] where do i find inspiration... uh... i genuinely have no idea. most of the time i'll be rotating my 3d model blorbos in my head and then be like 'oohhh what if they Kissed and there were Circumstances' and then i am Haunted. altho tbh rn i am writing a fic (it is not at all posted on AO3 yet) im 40k words in and abt halfway done w it and im writing it out of spite and a need to right a wrong

16] share my current fic ideas? slkdfjlskdjfh hooo boy.

i've got my Cas Gets Smacked With A Truth Spell fic - that's a WIP and it's on AO3, it's gonna be updated soon but [redacted] fic mentioned in the answer above has taken top priority to finish first so there's that. I have a destiel WIP that is in no way god honoring and the working title rn is just Ritual Sex Fic (think fuck or die situations w magick fuckery and monsterfucking), a WIP i've been referring to as 'Other!Dean' (a Dean from another timeline comes to the canon timeline and he's basically the same as canon Dean except for one seriously major difference and it causes general mayhem at the bunker for TFW), another WIP w the working title Winner Takes It All but idk that i'll keep it like that (post canon fix-it but w just a shit ton of suffering first, features jealous!Dean), another WIP that just has the WIP title 'Widower Cas Arc' (... things can be surmised i think), i've got a fic series idea that's gonna be just small vignettes of endverse!destiel and how they came to be/how they fell apart, and i am currently working my ass off on what will be my first ever crossover fic. i cannot share more than that, but i am v excited abt it. i also have a handful of destiel prompts sitting in my inbox, and i'd like to work on those whenever i allow myself to breathe again : )

37] how do i choose when to end a chapter... uhhh... usually the vibes? i mean, sometimes im like 'oh this is such an evil cliffhanger' and i do it just to be evil, but most of the time im like 'this FEELS like a good stopping point' but listen i write by the seat of my pants i have no plans and i never know what im doing

thank u for asking me stuff <3333

#ask #letskzuniverse #destiel #deancas #melanie writes #my stuff #WIPs #someonetoanyone

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just want to get into lester's truck all sweet and trusting and then mayhaps have him do horrible things to me q_q

tfw u want both dark!lester but also soft lester like yes i want him to ruin me but i also want to kiss his face and tell him he's beautiful and shower him in gifts cause his parents probably never gave him enough love (if any)

Bestie, same. Every time I see him I think "what a sweetie, bet he could gut me like a deer with his eyes closed." Why settle for one when he is both!!

One thing I never see enough of is Les as a hunter and outdoorsman. He definitely comes across as a little bit bumbling, kind of happy-go-lucky, but I think that is him in his relaxed, default state. You bet your ass he could track you for hours, never more than 20 yards away, and you'd never know he was there. Silent. Invisible. And he's fast, too.

Man's got a switch in his head. One minute he's a goofball, loud and laughing, and the next he's stone cold, lethal, with a knife in his hand. Where did he get the knife? Oh, sugar, he always has a knife.

(Don't even get me started on Lester as a kid bc I can and will write a novel)

#asks #ajarofpickledtears

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goatsandgangsters · 1 year

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ALRIGHT SHADOW AND BONE EPISODE TWOOOOOO

if you wanna see my Episode 1 yelling, Here It Is

“HONESTLY NOTHING I’M NOT EVEN SURE WHO YOU ARE” hjsdfkghdfkgjhjk amazing

(also tolya’s little smile at alina :33333 he just met THE MESSIAH FIGURE and he’s gonna be CUTE ABOUT IT)

Mal, in answer to your question, the difference between a pirate and a privateer is that privateers are lame. I’m sorry Nikolai, I love you with my whole entire heart, I know you’re lawful good and all and you can’t help it. But privateers are just pirates who are not cool and have to kiss some authority-figure ass to get permission before they go pirating

gOD HE’S SO FUCKING GOOD THOUGH, HE IS THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF OVER THE TOP CHARM, THE LITTLE “MY DARLINGS” AND VAGUE GENUFLECTION. HE IS SO GOOD. I LOVE HIM. SO MUCH.

“IT IS THE WOUND THAT WILL NOT HEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!” I’m SAYING!!!!! I never posted it but I wrote meta this week about how I Stan The Fold As A Character And I Don’t Think Ravka Deserve To Be Rid Of It, simply because it is symbolically a wound, and you don’t get to hide the evidence of Ravka’s ugly past if you refuse to confront that past. you all want the wound gone, but no one is willing to look at the knife

oh gOOD I’m glad they got in this dialogue in about loneliness. I love that scene in the book, it’s such a good conversation

OH FUCKING FINALLY, LET THIS MAN SAY THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD. LITERALLY IF EVERY SINGLE PERSON YOU’VE EVER KNOWN, EXCEPT YOUR MOM, HAS DIED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN FOR CENTURIES, THAT DOES FUCK YOU UP A LITTLE BIT

OHHHH WE GOT THE “YOU LIVE IN A SINGLE MOMENT, I LIVE IN A THOUSAND” THANK YOU BEN BARNES FOR YOUR LIST OF FAVORITE BOOK QUOTES

Darklina Argument #2: it’s 0-2, aleksander’s still winning

I’m having such a fucking delightful time, because “lock these two in a room together and let them argue” is in fact my favorite dynamic of theirs. I think every single self-indulgent darklina bedtime story I have ever told myself boils down to “oh no, we are stuck here because Circumstances and cannot physically kill each other, all we can do is have a philosophical argument about it instead”

………………………………………………

“A MIRACLE WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE FORGIVING, THIS WAS TENACITY????”

WHO READ MY FIC???????

I??????? there is. nothing more surreal. than hearing a sentence you wrote for a character come out of that character’s mouth. literally heard that and just sat BOLT UPRIGHT AND WENT HOLD ON, I KNOW I USED THE WORD TENACITY, I KNOW I WROTE MIRACLES > TENACITY, WHAT. well damn. that’s some solid reassurance that I am NAILING characterization if canon is saying the same thing. tfw you write Aleksander’s internal narration so well you end up predicting canon??

love that scene with genya, love that he gets to be like. a flesh and bone human instead of the vaguely fae-esque superhuman quality he had in the books (and I loved him in the books, but let him be a flesh and bone human), love that he’s just like SO YOU KNOW THE OPPRESSION?? THE OPPRESSION THAT GRISHA FACE??? every time he opens his mouth, so true of you bestie, I love the dimensionality going on, I love that he gets to be multifaceted, I love that we get to see him weak and suffering instead of the “never a hair out of place” perspective when we were limited to an Alina first-person POV

I love that the first 13 minutes of this episode was just my favorite guy and then my other favorite guy

yeah GIRL Nina’s so good, and also I love the butting of heads between her and Kaz

……………..THAT’S how you pronounce djel? GEL?????? I was at least giving it a sort of dyel diphthong situation

“IT’S NOT EVEN A LONG NAME,” oh mal’s got JOKES

the boat score is Very Good

this season feels like it’s allowing a lot more time and breathing room for Character Moments which I love? the pacing of season 1 felt like being jostled down a bumpy road. but like with the scene of Alina and the twins playing cards, it’s not JUST exposition, there’s also some character moments about identity, it just feels like they’re taking a little more time to let the characters inhabit the scene? (also I am really excited for the Alina + twins dynamic now that Alina’s not a white girl? their relationship to her in the books had some…. very weird layers to it, but they’re already getting off on a much more genuine and sincere and equal foot)

I also really like the angle of Alina having prophetic dreams. in the books, she felt like someone who wasn’t actually The Chosen One, she just happened to be born into a culture that thought of her as the chosen one. but the prophetic dreams and her having a bond to the amplifiers that she’s had her whole life makes it actually seem like a real chosen one situation, instead of just some emo boy going “YOU WERE MEANT TO HAVE THEM” and then refusing to elaborate

“There is a cost, always, to making difficult choices. The key is making sure that cost is not regret” DAMN THAT’S ONE FUCK OF A LINE! when did shadow and bone start writing dialogue that fucks so hard???? god wow. talk about a Character Defining Line Of Dialogue. holy shit. a thesis statement???? A REAL CHARACTER THESIS STATEMENT???????

horse moments :3333

the framing of this scene with Kaz refusing to turn around and the negative space is really good

the guy who’s playing Pekka is REALLY good

/clears throat and looks respectively at nikolai with his ruffled undone shirtsleeves and his foppish silk floral vest all bent over a desk and—

“VERY FANCY CARGO”

“YOU’RE NOT JUST SUNSHINE, SUNSHINE”

also I like Mal hearing the whistle tones for the stag and the seawhip. it’s doing a good job foreshadowing what I assume they’re still building towards. I guess it helps when you have the plot twist ahead of time and can write towards it instead of making shit up as you go along

KHSDKFJGHSDFKHG I love this his mother calls him ugly and we get a surprisingly genuine smile before he remembers to be angry. Morozova family drama NEVER misses, I love their dysfunction. but also, when the fuck did he have time to…. presumably kidnap her from os alta and lock her in a waterfall? I guess you could send delegates but wow, man’s had a very full schedule

MULTIPLE TIDEMAKERS??? BACK TO BACK SCENES WITH TIDEMAKERS?????? THE GRISHAVERSE REMEMBERED THAT TIDEMAKERS EXIST???????????????????

Poor Rusalye. My dear little seamonster. Condemned by the narrative, always gone too soon.

NINA IS SO CHARISMATIC, I love her

NO COMMENTS, BUT WOW THAT EXTENDED CROWS FIGHT SEQUENCE WOW !!!!!!!

it is extremely fascinating how much we’re doing Crooked Kingdom before Six of Crows

OKAY THIS SEASON CONTINUES TO BE REALLY FUCKING GOOD???????

#episode 2 verdict: I'VE. HAD. THE TIME OF MY LIIIIIIIIIIFE.#also. a sentence?? very similar to one I wrote in a fic???? WAS IN THIS EPISODE??#I'm gonna be reeling from that one for a hot minute let me tell you #HE JUST SAID IT AND I WAS LIKE. HOLD ON. DIDN'T I USE THOSE EXACT WORDS IN THE SAME SENTENCE.#grishaverse #shadow and bone #sab liveblog

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My faves of yours this year were the car metas and how long cas was dead grief dean ones

I collected some of them and WOW, we really had a blast this year. I already forgot how much fun we had!!!!

I've seen performing!Dean talked about for ages, but for me performing!Rowena and performing!Sam (as high-falootin' high-class phonies) was particular good-tasting to me this year.

Some of the chatter around Lily Sundar episode as a "hidden Mad Men" type atmosphere with humans as the "hoes you shoudn't have emotions about" was great, and Cas a "exemplary high-performing man's man/angel's angel/results guy" was chef's kiss for me. I ate that like a barbarian.

Also, I adored the explorations about Jack's own performances too, or at least that people might entertain that his niceness and gentleness "golden child/good boy" thing is a little bit of an act to hide any darker feelings. He's brutal when it comes to protecting and has quite a temper (see: gas station worker getting choked out, all of Apocalypse Earth...)

CAR META

Dean tried to be the truck

Family cars and protecting the ones you love

Heaven is a truck, and the evolution of Cas as a truck guy

The date car that presided over the death of John...AND the death of Cas (also, PINTOS and family cars galore!)

The evolution of Cas from pimp-mobile to family truck guy

Cas + cars silly thoughts

GRIEF

The chair at the head of the table

Dean is the one crying in the soap opera and cas is the man with the bloody face

Dean's grief on speedrun / how long was cas dead anyway????

Dean looking for Cas during THEEEE PRAYER

Dean & the death of Jack

Don't make it real and permanent (And by Lucifer I mean Cas = And by Belphagor I mean Jack)

The everything he ever wanted

Sam doesn't grieve Jack and Rowena, he moves straight on the Eileen and berates Dean for moping

How Dean's rumination makes him seem guiltier

BOTH

I'm all out of love I'm SO LOST WITHOUT YOU (Don't grieve in front of me Dean it makes me feel uncomfortable and scared)

ADDITION: Here was the first uncomfortable Sam take

The grief ones also bring to mind the great convos we had this year about Sam Winchester, discomfort, and CLASS issues

Sam x Ph.D (Sam's personal OTP)

Rowena's class struggle aaaaaaaah

Rowena, unthawed

Dean x moving the lawn

Sam -> Campbells are "brawn," Winchesters are "brains"

Rowena & Crowley and the dream of upwards mobility + biting off more than they can chew

How Jack & Sam differ; Jack lacks SAMbition

Sam the pillar of the Lebanon community???? Nope

I have so much great Jack stuff but I suck at Tumblr tagging so I can't think of any to feature right now. The different between jack and Sam are great, because Sam got suckered into thinking he was special on borrowed powers. Jack's powers are his own. (Jack is an heir, Sam is a spare. Jack is like Dean in that he's heir to the family responsibilities.) Also, I did a lot of Dean-Mary-Jack posting this year that I just...honesly loved.

Some of my fave ones are from last year though (Like Jack is VARSITY) for this year...maybe Jack is THEEEE BOXER. Or TOYS TOYS TOYS. I think the Tombstone play by play was this year, too. How domains of the house emphasize different parenting styles in TFW. #spn parenting

My brain lives i all.

I'm sure there are some cool ones I missed. But.

Happy New Year and thanks for all the cool convos.

I'll try to get out and tell people which metas of theirs I liked too, but my mind magically goes blank when i try.

#year in review #asks #i'm sorry anon #this is NOT what you asked but i bold and redded the ones you talked about

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Paramore Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Dean Winchester - Dean Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Paramore Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Dean Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Word Count: 1,469 words

Warning(s): demon Dean, insecurity, fear of commitment

Author's Note: This was originally going to be for all of TFW 2.0 but I got really overwhelmed, so here's Dean's.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Still Into You

Let 'em wonder how we got this far 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you

I almost chuckled when I walked into the kitchen and saw Dean glaring at his cup of coffee. He had his eyebrows furrowed down at it like he was trying to get an answer from it.

"Most people drink coffee with their mouths and not by using the force," I said as I passed, going to get my own cup of coffee.

Dean blinked a few times, looking at me. It was like he just snapped back I smiled at him before turning my attention to my mug and coffee pot.

I walked over and sat next to him after I got my drink put together. "What's got you all distracted this morning?"

"It's nothing," Dean muttered, running a hand over his face.

I reached out, letting one of my hands run through the hair on the back of his head. He sighed, seeming to relax a bit at the touch. We had been together long enough for me to almost always be able to calm him down.

"Dean," I said. "What's going on?"

"It's Jack," he confessed.

It was my turn to sigh. I didn't want to have this discussion again. Jack's place at the bunker was the cause of what was easily our worst fight to date. Dean slept in the Dean Cave for a few days after I refused to budge on the matter.

"Not like that," he promised, sensing my unease. Again, an ability that he had gotten from years of being together.

"Alright," I nodded.

"The kid was asking all sorts of questions about us and stuff," he explained. "I... I don't know. Just kinda put things in perspective."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I'm getting old."

I nodded. "Because I totally stopped aging in 2009. As soon as you kissed me, in fact. It was a very cool trick."

He scoffed at me. "I'm trying to be serious. I... How have you not gotten tired of me yet?"

I frowned at the question.

I moved my hand to his chin, so I could move his head to make him look at me. I smiled at him before leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.

When I pulled away, I leaned my forehead on his.

"Because I love you," I said. "You don't 'get tired' of the one you love."

His eyes closed again.

"All I want is you, Dean," I muttered. "That's the one constant thing in my life. My love for you. No matter how long it's been or how old we get. You're everything I've ever wanted."

I saw the grin forming on his face.

"I love you."

He pecked my lips again before replying, "I love you too."

Tell Me How [Season 10]

I can't call you a stranger But I can't call you I know you think that I erased you You may hate me, but I can't hate you And I won't replace you

Sam had tried his best to keep me from seeing Dean while he was locked in the dungeon.

I didn't want to listen to him.

I stood there with my arms crossed, staring at Dean. He had been chained to the chair in the center of the devil's trap. He wouldn't look at me. He just leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Like he was relaxing.

"Dean," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Nothing. "Dean."

My jaw clenched for a moment. I reached over for the flask of holy water. I opened the cap and threw a few drops on him.

He yelled, suddenly sitting up straight.

"Got your attention now?" I snapped. "If you're gonna be an ass, at least do it while looking me in the eye."

He rolled his eyes. "Leave me alone."

"No," I said. "I'm not going to abandon you, Dean."

"It's not abandoning if I told you to get out," he replied. "I don't want to sit here and look at your sad eyes as you mutter about how much you love me."

I didn't respond.

"Did I hurt your feelings," he asked with a fake, dramatic frown on his face. His eyes turned black as he leaned forward as much as he could. "Let me go and make this easier for yourself. Face the facts, darling. I'm not the man you fell for. And I don't love you."

I took a deep breath. "I don't believe you."

He tilted his head as a smirk crossed his lips.

"And I'm not giving up on you."

I turned around and started walking out.

He started yelling at me. All insults and demands to let him go. I ignored it, shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the wall next to the door, letting my shell crack. I placed my hand over my mouth as I started sobbing.

He was right. That wasn't the same man that I had met and fallen in love with. I knew that. But I knew he was in there. I couldn't just leave him on his own like that. He needed the help.

That still didn't change how much it hurt.

It was the strangest mix of feelings and emotions. I had no idea where to even begin to unravel them.

I just wanted Dean back.

And I couldn't even begin to get through to him.

The Only Exception

And I've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable distance And up until now I had sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness

--Third Person--

Dean hated seeing (Y/n) hunt.

He had always had this thought process that it was too late for him to leave the life and the least he could do was keep other people from getting dragged in. He had accepted that.

(Y/n) never listened to him.

They knew that their place was in the hunting life. With Dean. And Sam, of course, but mainly Dean.

(Y/n) had gotten a pretty bad cut on their arm during the last hunt.

Dean had pulled the desk chair over to sit next to the motel bed that they sat on. They were watching him work quietly.

"You need to be more careful," he muttered to them.

"You almost got hurt," they replied. "I was protecting you."

Dean just sighed at that, going back to bandaging the wound.

"You might not like it, but you aren't on your own anymore, Dean," they added when he did that. "I... I'm going to help you. Because we're friends, we're hunting partners... because I give a crap."

Dean paused for a moment, looking back at them again.

It wasn't like the pair were completely oblivious. They both had a gut feeling that they shared feelings for each other. However, (Y/n) never wanted to push it and Dean... Dean didn't want to consider it. If they talked about it or acted on it, then it becomes real. When it becomes real, there's more to lose.

He didn't want to watch (Y/n) go through what his mom did or what Jess did. He didn't want to risk becoming any more like his dad than he already was.

It was something he held on to so tightly. He avoided letting himself love and feel loved in the name of (Y/n)'s safety.

But every day that he spent with them, he could feel his grip on that thought slipping. His wall was crumbling, and he could feel it.

He shook his head, going back to (Y/n)'s arm.

It was quiet after that.

Dean didn't speak up until he had finished wrapping their arm, "There. All better."

"Thanks," they mumbled back to him, examining their arm a bit.

When they looked back at Dean, there was a pause. A moment of contemplation before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to theirs.

Dean couldn't explain why he did it; what had been so different in that moment. It just felt right. It felt like what he should've done.

Regardless of the reason, (Y/n) kissed him back, leaning forward a bit and grabbing one of his hands. They grinned against his lips. They had been waiting for this.

They pulled away first, resting their forehead on Dean's and smiling at him. Dean grinned back, running his thumb over their knuckles.

"I love you," (Y/n) mumbled.

Dean took a deep breath, trying to settle some of his thoughts before he spoke, "I love you too."

Those four words were enough to restore any hope that (Y/n) had lost while waiting for Dean.

Every second had been completely worth it. As long as they got to hear him mutter those four words to them for the rest of their life.

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Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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