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Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader)
♫ Summary: Eddie lowered his guard during a late night conversation, revealing crucial details about his past. But was it enough for you to reciprocate? (4.3k words)
♫ CW: slowburn, strangers-to-lovers, angst, drug use, parental conflict, poverty, homelessness, brief mention of neglect, brief mention of sex work, eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI)
♫ Divider credit to @hellfire--cult
chapter four: show me yours, i'll show you mine
If convincing Eddie to take the job wasn’t enough of a struggle, you still had to explain the situation to your parents.
Hi Mom and Dad, I invited a guest to help fix up the motel. The same one who stole a blanket–but don’t worry, I got it back. Oh, and he’ll be staying here for free.
They were understandably taken aback by your decision, especially without consulting them first, but you’d mustered up a strong argument: Eddie was young, he was easy to get along with, and he showed a basic sense of personal responsibility. Not to mention that the place could certainly use the repairs; peeling wallpaper was just the tip of the iceberg. Lightbulbs needed to be replaced, carpets needed to be scrubbed, and the outside of the building desperately needed to be power washed.
“Plus, summer break doesn’t start for another few weeks,” you hastily added. “We won’t need to worry about renting out Eddie’s room until then.”
Mom arched an eyebrow at the newfound ascription—not room four, but Eddie’s room—but said nothing, only looking at your father for his seal of approval.
He breathed out, long and low, trying to do the calculations in his head. Your heart flip-flopped when his gaze dropped to the ground, his signature move when he was about to tell you no.
“If he doesn’t help out, he can’t afford to stay here anyway. It’s not like we’re losing money if he keeps the room for a bit.” You winced at the slight whine in your voice, the opposite of the infallible exterior you’d wanted to present.
Dad laughed, not unkindly, but belittlement panged in your chest nonetheless. “Except for the water, air conditioning, and electricity he uses,” he pointed out, ticking off each item on his fingers. “Unless he plans to only sit in the dark, sweat, and never shower.” He sighed as unmistakable disappointment weaved into your eyes and filled them with tears.
Now you’d have to tell Eddie that the offer was off the table, that he was shit out of luck, that you’d let him down. You never should’ve opened your big mouth in the first place. Captain Save-the-World, except you only ever made things worse. If you wore a cape, it would get snagged on tree branches each time you tried to fly.
“You have a good heart,” Mom spoke up, trying to nurse your wounded feelings, “but kindness doesn’t pay the bills.” She glanced at Dad again, her mouth set in a straight line. “Maybe we can discuss this further.”
You fought to ignore the hope that bloomed from her words, but the corners of your mouth turned upwards before you could rein it in. “Thank you,” you murmured, offering them both a grateful smile.
People called you a ‘bleeding heart,’ teasing you about your constant attempts to solve problems beyond a reasonable scope. At last year’s Thanksgiving dinner, your uncle had informed you—unprompted—that he would never vote for you for President because “you’d just give all my money to the poor.”
While your parents were more realistic with their goals than you were, they did their best to encourage your compassionate spirit; there was no doubt that you got your sense of morality from them. After deliberating on Eddie’s fate for a few hours, they had finally relented—with one stipulation.
“Your mother and I are not going to supervise him, so he’ll have to work night shifts with you,” Dad had said sternly.
“Really?” You clapped your hands in celebration. “Thank you! I mean, um, Eddie thanks you.”
Dad gave your shoulders a quick squeeze; it was his version of you’re welcome. “Yeah, well.” He played it cool, keeping his tone breezy. “It’ll be good practice for when you take over the place.”
You’d nodded in response, your insides twisting in a clashing mix of excitement and shame. Eddie wouldn’t have to live on the street, but it required you to continue lying to your parents.
I’ll tell them the truth once Eddie finds a real job and gets his own place. I can only handle one crisis at a time.
That was how you’d found yourself spending your Tuesday evening with Eddie Munson. The motel was otherwise empty, save for your parents, a middle-aged trucker in room 7, and Phyllis in her usual digs.
You and Dad had spent the end of his shift covering the floor with giant flimsy drop cloths. They hadn’t been used in years, evidenced by the thin layer of dust that coated them when you’d dug them out from the back of the supply closet. You’d tried your best to shake it all off but instead sent yourself into a sneezing fit.
Eddie sauntered into the lobby at a quarter after ten. Gray sweatpants sagged at his waist, the drawstring noticeably missing from the elastic band, and his white cotton undershirt had a tan stain that spread across his left pec.
“Coffee,” he explained with a shrug, rolling a hair tie off of his wrist and pulling his curls into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He looked at you blankly and waited for you to instruct him, but you had already dove into your schoolwork. “Um, is there a ladder? Tools?” He pursed his lips and scanned the room with indifference.
“Oh! Right, yeah.” You could have smacked yourself for not having everything set up for him. “We don’t have a ladder per se, but this step stool should work fine.” You pulled it out from behind the desk along with a scoring tool, a spray bottle filled with a vinegar and water solution, and a putty knife. “I also grabbed the clock radio from my room if you wanted to listen to some music. Might help pass the time.”
Eddie nodded, watching carefully as you switched the radio on and tuned the dial to a Top 40 station. He shook his head the moment the electric beat of Haddaway’s “What is Love” played through the tinny speakers.
“Absolutely not,” he said with a scoff, dropping the supplies right where he stood, footsteps heavy even with the cloth underneath him. Without another word, he spun the knob past the static until the sound of an electric guitar crackled through. He bobbed his head a few times, finding the rhythm. “This’ll do.”
“Not a Eurodance fan?”
His back was turned to you as he returned to the task at hand which left him unable to see the sarcastic smirk you sported. “Fuck no.” He stepped up on the tool and began cutting into the old wallpaper, puffing out an irritated laugh. “I can’t believe—scratch—you voluntarily—scratch—listen to that–scratch–shit.” His biceps flexed with each flick of the blade in a consistent rhythm.
Drumming your fingernails on the desk, you twirled your pen in your free hand as you reread your own handwriting. You’d stayed at the library and filled notebook pages with bullet points about early childhood development until a squirrely librarian kicked you out at closing time. The choppy sentence fragments begged to be fleshed out into a fully-formed essay, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus.
Write words. Make edits. Add a comma. Do something, anything, dammit.
Almost an hour passed without you making an iota of progress on your paper. The words swam on the page until they just looked like inky squiggles with no real meaning, your brain blank as if you’d never written anything in your life. Cool air tickled your nose as you exhaled through your lips. Why couldn’t you just concentrate?
“It’s this music,” you muttered to yourself, too low for your company to hear. Your temples throbbed with frustration, and you reached over and snapped back to the previous station.
Eddie’s head whipped around at the sudden change, frowning when he heard pop music instead of the metal that had just been playing. “Seriously?” He leaned one hand on the wall and threw the other up in exasperation.
“Yes, seriously,” you bit back, teeth clenched in annoyance. “I can’t focus on my writing with that on.”
Eddie grumbled something unintelligible but went back to work, the scratching serving as a strange backdrop to the song.
Janet Jackson faded out to a too-chipper deejay. “You folks know what time it is!” His voice reminded you of old-school toothpaste commercials, over-exaggerated and unnaturally polished. “That’s right; it’s time for Rad or Retch—where I play a song from a new artist, and you call in and let me know whether you think it’s rad or if it makes you wanna retch!”
Eddie rolled his eyes, adding an exasperated “Jesus H. Christ,” under his breath.
“This one’s called ‘Watch Me Leave’ by Death’s Echo, a grunge group from—”
The announcement came to an abrupt end as Eddie nearly leaped from the stool to the desk and yanked the plug out of its socket. The two-pronged head hit the floor with a soft thud.
“Hey!” Your eyes widened in confusion and then disbelief, flickering over to where he stood. You expected him to wear a scowl that matched your own; instead, he looked like he’d just taken a knife to the gut, and you took a step back. “Whoa, you okay?”
Eddie tensed the moment he detected your sympathetic tone, shoulders pinched and jaw rigid. “‘M fine.” He pressed the heel of his left hand atop his right knuckles until they cracked. “Sorry.” He bent down and gently plugged the cord back into the wall, but you immediately flicked the power button to the off-position.
It was silent for a full minute, save for the scorer against the wall and the scratch of pen on paper. When Eddie finally spoke, his voice was so soft that you barely heard it.
“That was my band.”
Confusion creased your brows. You set down your pen and stole a glance at him. His body remained facing the wall, but he was no longer working, hands lamely at his sides. “What?”
“Death’s Echo was, uh,” he shook a rogue curl from his eyes, “that was my band.”
“Oh.” Awkwardness seeped into the room and filled every crevice as you wracked your brain for a suitable response. “But…not anymore?”
Eddie clicked his tongue. “Nope.” The p sound popped softly as though signaling the discussion’s end, but there was a pregnant pause before he started removing the wallpaper again.
“Why not?” The question sprang from your tongue, curiosity getting the best of you.
A hesitant chuckle accompanied his sigh. “I thought you didn't make small talk with strangers.” He climbed back on the step stool and ripped off a strip of paper.
“I thought we weren’t strangers anymore,” you quipped back, not missing the smile that ghosted his lips.
“Fair enough.” Eddie conceded easily, not at all angry to be proven wrong. He bit the inside of his cheek and stared up at the yellow-tinged lighting overhead before slicing into the wallpaper. “Sometimes you think you want something, but it turns out to be a steaming pile of horseshit.” The last word was punctuated by a grunt, and the last panel of wallpaper fluttered to the ground. “That’s the music industry in a nutshell.”
You nodded in agreement despite an obvious lack of knowledge.
“They sign your band,” he continued, aiming the spray bottle nozzle at the wall and pulling the trigger, “and you think it’s because they like you. Or at least your music, your sound, whatever.” He wrinkled his nose as he got an unexpected whiff of the vinegar solution’s pungency. “But you’re really just a front for whatever they want to sell. Which, apparently, is grunge.”
You had too many questions. They probably referred to record producers or agents or some other bigwigs, you surmised, but what did they do that made Eddie so cynical?
That was far too loaded to ask, at least in that moment, so you opted for a more humorous follow-up. “You mean it wasn’t all sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll?” you joked, but Eddie didn’t share in your lightheartedness.
“At the beginning, when we first got signed, yeah.” His brown eyes exuded wistfulness, remembrance of better times. He blinked twice and snapped himself out of it. “We put out a few albums that didn’t completely flop, I guess. And we were the opening act on a couple of tours. Got a good chunk of money in the bank.”
That explained the Calvin Klein underwear he was wearing on that first night. You capped your pen and leaned in, trying not to be overly inquisitive but unable to contain yourself. “So…what happened?” What led you here?
“We get called into a meeting, and we’re all thinking that the label’s gonna tell us we’re headlining, right? Maybe not, like, The Garden, but bigger venues than we usually played. But, uh…” he trailed off and rubbed the tip of his nose with an open palm, “it was an ultimatum: shift from metal to grunge, or get dropped.”
You listened intently as Eddie relayed the ordeal. The label executives had cited the increasing popularity of Nirvana and Pearl Jam along with decreasing interest in heavy metal bands. “Cobain’s selling; Ozzy isn’t,” they’d explained. If Death’s Echo wanted to play to packed arenas and have their music on mainstream radio, they had to adapt to the times.
“I told them we weren’t sellouts and to kiss my ass,” Eddie said to you, huffing out an annoyed breath. “But the rest of the band didn’t give a shit about that; if those suits told them to jump, they’d say ‘how high.’ So, I quit and waited for them to come crawling back.”
He didn’t elaborate after that. He didn’t need to. Because if they’d done as Eddie had hoped, he wouldn’t be performing manual labor just to live in a struggling motel, basking in the gloominess that he wore like a second skin.
“If you could go back and do it differently, would you?” You grimaced at your own intrusiveness. “Sorry, that was—”
“It’s fine.” Eddie didn’t give an answer right away, his teeth grating against his lower lip. “Y’know, I’d like to say no, but losing your record deal, your apartment, your girlfriend, your so-called ‘friends,’ and every nice thing you own can make a guy kinda cynical.”
Girlfriend?
It was far from the most dire item on that list, but it needled at you. Maybe it was the mental image of Eddie watching everything get taken from him and then adding heartbreak on top of it all.
“How about you?”
His voice yanked you from your thoughts and had your heart in your throat. “Huh?”
“You. Your whole deal.” He gestured at you with the scraper. “Why you’re always doing homework like a little nerd.” You couldn't detect a note of taunting in his teasing, only playfulness, just as it had been that very first night.
You scowled for only a second before a smile broke through. “Don’t you have wallpaper to remove?”
Eddie snorted out a laugh. “I see how it is: when it’s my shit, I’m free to talk. But when it’s your shit, I’m a lowly employee.” He held up both hands in mock surrender. “My deepest apologies, Heiress.”
You didn’t bother to argue, choosing instead to pivot to a new subject altogether. “How long does this take, anyway?” Walking out from behind the desk to inspect his work, you ran your finger down the wall. Once you got past the stench of vinegar, he was actually doing a pretty good job.
“You think you could do better?” He saw your gentle ribbing and upped the ante, holding out the putty scraper as if saying, be my guest.
Plucking it from his grasp, you smirked and chose a spot right at eye level. Challenge accepted.
Though the glue had softened considerably, removing it still required decent muscle. You put your bodyweight into it and pushed through the resistance, but you only managed to pull off a little bit.
You heard Eddie laugh through his nose as he stood behind you, watching you struggle. “Harder than it looks, huh?” He ignored your middle finger and stepped a half-inch closer. “Let me help.”
One calloused hand dwarfed yours, his fingers wrapping around where your fist held the scraper. The other found purchase on the bicep of your free arm where your T-shirt’s cuff met skin, stabilizing without entrapping you. You could easily get out of his grasp if you wanted.
You stayed there.
He tightened his grip around yours and made short, downward strokes, admittedly taking off far more glue than you had. “There ya go,” he murmured. His breath was warm on your neck, gooseflesh rising when he spoke. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Just like that.”
Butterflies beat their wings in your stomach, a result of the unexpected proximity compounded by an unmet need for connection that starkly contrasted the night shift’s normal solitude. A loose tendril of his hair tickled against your ear, and the realization of how close your bodies actually were shattered whatever spell had been cast.
Eddie pulled away quickly, the air cooling where his hand once rested. Did he also feel that sudden loss of contact, or was it all in your head?
With a shaky breath, you stepped aside and silently returned the tool to him. “Should probably leave this to the expert,” you muttered, forcing nervous laughter. “I have to get back to writing anyway.”
His eyes bored into you as you walked back to the desk, but neither of you said another word. You glanced over at him every so often, noting the perspiration dampening his collar and under his arms as he toiled away at the glue and wished you had a water bottle to offer him.
Maybe next time.
You got halfway through the first body paragraph when Eddie spoke again.
“You’re really not gonna talk?”
You looked up to see him swipe his forearm along his brows as he shot you a tired grin.
“We just had a whole conversation,” you pointed out, returning your attention to your essay.
“About me,” he said. He wiped his palms on his pants, leaving behind a sweaty print, and traipsed over to you. “I mean, every time I see you, you’re either going to school or coming back from school or doing work for school…”
You shrugged, no big deal. “Okay, yeah, I go to school.”
“For what?”
Shit. “Hospitality and hotel management.”
“Really.” Eddie leaned over and snatched up your paper. You reached out to grab it back, but it was too late. The bridge of his nose scrunched as he read the opening paragraph to himself. “Doesn’t look like hospitality to me.” Amusement raised his brows. “Care to explain?”
It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you felt strangely obligated. He’d confided in you, so you should at least moderately indulge him.
“Fine,” you relented, “I’m studying psychology.” That might have been the first time you’d ever said those words aloud in the motel lobby; it was oddly freeing.
Eddie nodded and continued to scan the paper. “You wanna be a shrink?”
“Social worker.”
He let out a low whistle. “That’s a tough gig. Especially if you’re working with kids.” He shook the essay pages for emphasis.
“Yeah. I know.”
“Right.” He shoved one hand in his pants pocket. “What made you decide to be a social worker?”
You breathed out a laugh. “You want the easy answer or the real one?”
He didn’t hesitate before answering. “Real one. Always.” He returned your essay and rested his un-pocketed hand on the desk. Inquiring eyes beckoned you to continue.
With less trepidation than you’d anticipated, you tell him the story of that fateful day in the summer of 1987, just two years after you’d graduated from high school.
You were still working the afternoon shift, and summer break brought its usual influx of guests. People came and went in blurs of luggage, but there was one particular patron who had made her presence known.
“Hi!”
You peered over the desk to find the source of the lively greeting. A young girl, no older than five, stared back at you, syrupy grape stickiness surrounding her lips. The cause was most likely a popsicle, as evidenced by the purple stained stick clenched in her right hand.
“Um, hi,” you said with a smile that was, for the first time in a long while, not encased in customer service insincerity. “What’s your name?” And where did you come from?
Unfazed by your bewilderment, she introduced herself as Izzy and asked you if you wanted to play. “We just have to stay here, or else my mommy will get mad,” she explained with urgency.
You nodded slowly, sorting through the information without raising any alarm. “And where is your mommy?”
Izzy’s hazel eyes darted back towards the hallway. “In our room. She’s with a friend so I can’t go in.” She dropped her voice to what she considered a whisper, but it was still clear as day. “Her friend is a boy.”
Your stomach turned. Of course. Instead of watching her child, this mother was probably shooting up with her boyfriend of the week.
“I can’t play right now, but you can sit here with me until your mommy and her friend come back out,” you said. “I have paper and pens if you wanna draw.”
This satisfied her, and she plopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to her. That day hadn’t been particularly hectic, so you obliged and sat.
“What’re you gonna draw?” Izzy asked, reaching for a blue pen. You didn’t have time to answer before she proudly announced, “I’m gonna draw a flower. Do you like flowers?”
“Mhm.”
Izzy smiled as she surrounded a circle with swirling loops. “You can draw a flower, too. Maybe a rose. Or a sunflower!”
Her excitement at the latter option was all you needed. “Sunflower it is, Miss Izzy.” You drew a circle of your own and filled it with a cross-hatched pattern, curating pointed-tipped petals around it.
“D’you have crayons?” she asked, not looking up from her own flower.
You put down your pen and offered a pitying frown. “No, I’m sorry.”
“S’okay. You should get some, though. ‘Cause you can draw prettier flowers with crayons.”
The two of you stayed on the floor for ten minutes. All the while, she quizzed you on your favorite color, animal, food, and TV show. She was halfway through a heated explanation of why Friend Bear was superior to Share Bear when a frantic voice called out her name.
“Mommy!” Izzy practically flew into her mother’s arms. You watched as the woman’s entire body sagged in relief, pulling her daughter in close. A man trailed behind her, discreetly zipping up his fly and walking out the front door.
“Izzy, I told you to sit in the hall and eat your ice pop,” her mom gently scolded, words muffled by her lips being pressed to Izzy’s scalp.
Izzy scrunched her nose in confusion. “But I finished it.” She pointed at the empty stick, now on the ground where she’d been sitting, as proof. In true childlike fashion, she jumped to a new topic without waiting for the first conversation to conclude. “Mommy, you wanna see what I drawed?”
“Of course, baby.” She easily feigned excitement as Izzy presented her with a series of scribbles that were meant to be various flowers, people, and farm animals. “Wow! I think you’re gonna be an artist one day.”
The little girl continued chatting, blissfully unaware of the panic she’d inadvertently caused. Her mom allowed herself to look away for just a moment to glance at you, mouthing a tiny “thank you” and blinking her tear-filled eyes.
“And…I don’t know,” you lamely supplied as you wrapped up the story. “I guess I realized that I had all of these assumptions, this sort of preconceived notion that this woman was a deadbeat parent, but she obviously loved Izzy more than anything.” You picked at your thumbnail nervously. “No one should have to sell their body for money just to survive. She deserved better than that.”
Eddie stayed quiet for a moment, absorbing everything you’d thrown at him. “And you wanted to help her,” he finally said.
“Yeah.” You thought back to the way her gaze simultaneously held gratitude and guilt. Her daughter was safe, but she knew that this was not the final time she’d be in this predicament.
The experience had awakened a realization in you: working at the motel was never your dream, but it kept a roof over your head and food in your belly. You weren’t left to navigate the world on your own. Independence was a privilege, not a mandate.
“For what it’s worth,” Eddie broke in, “I think you’ll be a great social worker someday.” He rapped his knuckles on the desk twice and slipped back to the awaiting task; despite insisting that you talked to him while he worked, he hadn’t touched any of the tools while you spoke.
Your smile was a thank you, and you tuned the radio back to the metal station Eddie had chosen earlier. He didn’t say anything else, but you noted the subtle tap of his toe against the drop cloth.
Eddie worked for a few more hours until he’d stripped the wall of all paper and glue. “All right,” he said, balancing the step stool on two fingers. Sleepiness softened his own smile, all lips and no teeth. “Let me know when the new wallpaper comes in. You, uh, know where I live.”
“Will do.” Your thumb absently grazed against the words you’d just written, smudging them. You rubbed at the black ink seeping into your skin, silently chastising your own carelessness. “Good night, Eddie.”
He stretched and scratched at the U-neck of his collar, exposing a sliver of chest hair.
“Sweet dreams, Heiress.”
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- this really shouldn’t have to be said, but if you are a or support pedophiles, incest, homophobes, AI “art[ists]”, cryptocurrency, cryptobros, etc, get the fuck off my page.
- sex work is cool! but please do not interact with me if you are a page solely for NSFW and porn. thank you, I appreciate you, have a nice day <33
𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪𓅪
𓅪 Rules About Writing & Fics! 𓅪
DO:
@ me with fanart for my fics or ocs! I enjoy seeing everything you make :D
Leave comments, reblog, kudos, etc! Appreciated & encouraged.
If you’re inspired by me, feel free to make something with that inspiration, as long as the idea is credited back to me! Any spinoffs or oneshots about my fics or series must be credited back to me as the original author.
Ask me questions about my fics! I absolutely adore sharing lore or info someone might’ve missed on their read through. Additionally, I LOVE hearing theories about things!! I most likely won’t confirm or deny things to keep an air of surprise and suspense about things, but. I may lead you astray with red herrings. Just a fair warning. ;)
Ask me if you can make physical copies of fics!! As long as it’s for personal use, that’s cool as shit and the answer will almost always be yes.
DON’T:
Repost my works. Ever. No cross-posting, no reposting with credit. If I find a work of mine on a website other than my ao3, I will get it taken down. Please don’t do this, thanks.
Translate my fics without asking/permission. I think it’s really cool that someone would want to translate my fics, and I’m more than ok with it-with permission.
Do not sell my works. Literally, wtf?
Pester respective CCs about my fics. It’s a lot more anxiety inducing and bothersome to both parties than you think. Even if you really enjoy something I’ve written, for the love of god, do not shove it in their faces. Christ alive.
Take works out of context. What do I mean by this? Tags are there for a reason. If it wasn’t tagged, it either didn’t happen, or you can ask me (in my asks) if it’s a theme. If I don’t answer it-or if I do-the answer is no, it wasn’t, or I’m gonna clown on you for bein’ a weirdo. Publicly. Exceptions are if it was an innocent question, because then you’re cool and thank you for askin! You’ll know if it’s a weird question to ask because it will be one of the things I’ve already said for you to fuck off my page for.
DO NOT PESTER ME TO ADD ON TO FICS OR SERIES, OR PESTER ME ABOUT WHEN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR PART IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED. I will clown on you publicly, block you on all of the platforms I know you to be on, and delay whatever time I was going to post the next part by a month. I am completely serious. Bad apples ruin it for everybody else, sorry guys.
If you check my pinned post and it says that a fic or series is discontinued, it’s discontinued. End of story.
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@ah0yh0y thank you and yes absolutely !! everyone feel free to use all my photos for wallpapers as long as they're only privately used (i can even give you specific crops if you want, just ask)
for pfps, also yes, as long as you credit me in your bio
also btw i will be selling prints soon so keep an eye out for that, hoping to start sometime early this year
#no idea what the best way to respond to tags is so i hope this works?#if anyone else has questions about photo posts please send an ask/reblog with comment/dm
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can i use your art as my wallpaper? the way you color is super super pleasing
Hiiii of course feel free my friend !!
And if any peeps wanna use them as icons, u are absolutely allowed to !! As long as u give credit of course !!
And thank uuuu ❤️😭💕😩!! I’m so glad u like the colors cause I’ve been trying smth new with ‘em fbfbdb !!!
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or alternatively,
purple hyacinths and white tulips
#feel free to use as wallpapers as long as you give credit thank you !!#dsmp#dream smp#dreamsmp#dsmp art#dsmp fanart#dream smp fanart#digital art#fanart#tommyinnit#c!tommy#dsmp tommy#ranboo#ranboolive#c!ranboo#dsmp ranboo#alliumtwt#loyal duo#mcyt#mcyt art#mcyt fanart#mcytblr#ain's art
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hiii i'm mod maya, i use they/it/love/gore. this is my new edit blog (not specifically for kin, but ppl who are kin can always request!). you can find more info about what i can make and other stuff about me under the cut :]
can i get a promo perhaps?
@sunnys-headspace-full-of-edits @fairytalefragments @doki-doki-edits @froggykinz @sarv-editz @twisted-lies @ultimate-kins @kaedxll @www-knot-com @hexedits @ideal2d @cookierunkindom and anyone else who wants to!
: ̗̀ ᨳ abt me ;
hi! im mod maya but you can also call me blue. im a minor and i use they/them, it/its, love/loves, and gore/gores pronouns. im neurodivergent, an osdd system host, and i edit for fun. my f/o list can be found here!
: ̗̀ ᨳ rules ;
ALL REQS ARE SELECTIVE. i delete any requests i dont want to do. if you want to know if your req was denied or if i just didnt get it/havent completed it, youre always free to ask.
credit is required for use of all of my edits.
feel free to ask if i'd be willing to do an unlisted source.
please specify if your request is for a fictive or d/a so i can put a 'no kin tags' note. also, if you send an ask off anon or give me an account to tag, you can request no one else puts kin tags on your req.
do not request things for the sources attack on titan, boyfriend to death, camp camp, country humans, family guy, hetalia, killing stalking, nekopara, south park, the arcana, vivziepop media, yandere simulator, yarichin bitch club, lore olympus, personas/egos/real people, the dre/am s/mp or similar sources, or hamilton the musical.
do not request anything including any form of abuse (animals included), body horror, rape, incest, pedophilia, sexualized age regression, suicide, or self harm.
if you want to have a higher chance of me accepting your request please be polite (say please or thank you)
: ̗̀ ᨳ i offer ;
; icons (shaped/pride/reply/etc included)
; gif icons
; moodboards
; aesthetics
; stimboards
; wallpapers
; sprite edits
; messy layouts
; kin positivity
; neopronouns
: ̗̀ ᨳ sources ;
; ace attorney
; cookie run
; danganronpa (thh, sdr2, ndrv3, udg)
; friday night funkin (+ mods)
; omori
; doki doki literature club
; splatoon (both games)
; cucumber quest
; undertale/deltarune
; portal (both games)
; otherkin/non-media things
: ̗̀ ᨳ blacklist ;
weirdcore. liminalcore. cis/transmasc chihiro. ult. imposter. soudam. sonia x kazuichi. bandaid. nanamiki. chihiro x mondo. tenko, mahiru, or hiyoko x men. danganronpa antags x women. junko ships. celefumi. leon x sayaka. togafuka. woh ships (dgr). agent 3 x agent 4. callie x men. callie x marie. pearl x anyone but marina and vice versa. dedf1sh x anyone but agent 8 and vice versa (splatoon). mommy meanest x anyone but daddy dearest and vice versa. skid and pump x anyone (fnf). miles edgeworth x women. maya fey x men. phoenix x maya or mia (ace attorney). milk cookie. typing out a long bl is kinda exhausting so basically i have the right to reject any requests i get
: ̗̀ ᨳ dni if ;
... you identify as (a):
homophobe, terf/swerf, transmed, radfem, pedo/map/nomap/pear, pro-shipper/anti-anti, nazi, fujoshi or fudanshi, trump supporter, anti-lgbtq+, yandere, exclusionist, super straight/gay/bi/etc, mspec lesbian/gay, anti-vaxxer, endogenic system
... you support:
pro-shippers / anti-antis, incest, pedophilia, necrophilia, yanderes, people who fetishize gay relationships (fujoshis/fudanshis), mspec lesbians or gays, endogenic systems, racism / racist people, abuse of any kind, problematic creators (knowingly), autism speaks, the dre/am s/mp or any of its members, ninjamuffin99, omocat
... you:
knowingly erase canon lgbtq+ labels, ignore or deny canon queercoding, misgender trans/non-binary or trans-coded characters, don’t consume media critically, believe queer is a slur, are anti blm/acab or other racial justice movements, actively participate in most discourse or are primarily a discourse blog, support or interact with scftd/ll
#ᨳ chatting#ᨳ not edits#kin help#kin edits#kin requests#kin#kinnie#fictionkin#kin blog#promo post#kinning#bleh hopefully my motivation actually lasts this time
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❝ › About Requests
Requests are currently CLOSED
Read the RULES before requesting! More info under the cut ↓
❝ › Rules
DESCRIBE YOUR REQUEST: Please specify the type of edit you'll like: characters, aesthetic or color, size, etc. Be as specific as you can !! That will make my work way easier.
ONLY ONE REQUEST PER ASK: Please don't put two completely different requests in the same ask, keep it up to 1 so I can work properly on it.
ONLY REQUEST FROM MY SOURCES: I tried to be as clear as possible in my 'sources' section, so please don't request things from any other source because I'll delete them.
BE PATIENT: I'm a student, I have a life too! don't expect me to finish your request in a couple of days, editing is something I only do when I'm inspired because I don't want to feel burnout. Also you're getting this for free so like,,, yeah
BE POLITE: A please and thank you would be great too! I want to keep everything as friendly as possible here, please be kind to me when requesting.
CREDIT ME: I'm not a fan of people who repost my edits in other sites, but I don't mind as long as you give me the proper credits and link the original post !! Also, don't go over there claiming my edits as yours.
❝ › What I'll make
— ✦ Icons
I'll make 4-9 icons depending on the request itself.
Default shape is square and size is 1200 x 1200, I'll go with that if you don't specify otherwise.
✦ Types of icons:
Simple: In-game CGs, renders, etc!
EXAMPLE 1 EXAMPLE 2
Matching icons: The way they'll be made will depend on your specifications AND/OR the resources I can find.
EXAMPLE 1 EXAMPLE 2
Sparkly icons!: This is more of a plus than a different category, just tell me "mAKE THEM SPARKLY" and I'll go ✨✨ because I love making them
EXAMPLE 1 EXAMPLE 2
— ✦ Wallpapers
I'll make 2-3 for simple wallpapers, and ONLY 1 for collage.
Default size is 1080 x 2340, I'll go with that if you don't specify otherwise.
Please specify if you want a desktop wallpaper, since I'm used to making phone wallpapers only.
✦ Types of wallpapers:
Simple: overlapped CGs that cover the background OR a render put in a simple background with lil' details (I'll normally make one and one from each unless you specify otherwise)
EXAMPLE
Collage: Basically a lot of images put together ♡ these are limited to 2 characters max.
EXAMPLE
— ✦ Layouts
I'll make 3 icons sticked with 3 headers that match the theme.
Default are Twitter layouts! If you want any other type (ex: Tumblr) please specify.
Layouts are my creative area, so please keep in mind that the way I make icons or headers may vary from post to post!
EXAMPLE
❝ › How to specify your request
CHARACTERS: tell me the characters you want the edit to have! Max number of characters allowed is 3. (the only exception comes when requesting an entire unit in enstars case or dorm in twst case). Max number for layouts and collage wallpapers remains in 2 characters, without exceptions.
COLORS: tell me any color/s you want and I'll base the edit on that/those color/s!
AESTHETICS: Do you want a specific aesthetic instead of just a plain color? Sure, tell me which and I'll try my best (ex: cottagecore, steampunk, etc!)
❝ › Sources
Ensemble Stars!
Twisted Wonderland
Hypnosis Mic
I WON'T take requests from other sources.
If I edit for other fandoms once in a while it'll be because I'm in the mood and completely self indulgent.
❝ › Disclaimers
The max amount of requests I'm aiming to take atm is 5. Every request turned in when requests are closed will be deleted.
I'm constantly updating my rules, so please return to check them every once in a while!
I'll only use official art for my edits. Don't request anything involving fanart because I won't accept it.
I have the right to delete/refuse any request for whatever reason If I feel like it.
I won't make icons from the 3D MVs for enstars. I'm really sorry but gacha literally hates me so I have very little MV costumes (｡•́︿•̀｡)
I experiment a lot when I edit, so if your request isn't specific enough I'll make whatever I feel with it (maybe try new techniques or choose the aesthetic myself).
I disappear every once in a while and then return as if nothing ever happened. mostly because of my motivation or for mental health issues, consider this when requesting!!
💌 I tried to be as clear as possible with the rules. But if something remained unclear, feel free to shoot an ask so that I can respond any remaining doubts !! Tysm for reading.
#this took so long to finish help#ALSO I'M SO SORRY IT'S REALLY LONG BUT LIKE#I HAD SO MUCH TO SAY-#anyway I've never done requests publicly like this before#haha /sweats#pinned#rules#requests#cospro's statements !! ♡#announcement !! ♡#lisxarchives
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Hello! I'm Cinnabunni, but you can just call me Bunni!
Feel free to request things, it gives me something to do and I'm happy to do requests! I might end up closing requests if I get too many though, but as long as it's open and your requests fits with my rules, then feel free to send some!
Keep in mind that I'm pretty new to editing and stuff, so they might not be the good; I'm still learning, so please be kind!
Rules, fandom list, and other stuff is under the cut!
Mood boards
Aesthetic boards
Stim boards
Icons
Tumblr headers
Wallpapers*
Dividers
DNI banners
Gif sets
*Please specify what size and dimensions you want it to be!! My default size is 720x1280, so if you don't give dimensions then I'll just create the wallpaper as that size
(I'm iffy about doing non-listed fandom requests. If it's an easier request (like a stim board), then maybe, but if it's something that isn't listed just know that there's a big chance I won't do it--but feel free to send it in just in case).
Pokemon
Vocaloid/UTAU/SynthV
Danganronpa
Ouran High School Host Club
I am Setsuna
Alter Ego
Mystic Messenger
Animal Crossing
Coffee Talk
Studio Ghibli
Obey Me!
Ghost Eyes
Stardew Valley
Little Witch Academia
Slime Rancher
Asobi Asobase
Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan
A3! Act! Addict! Actors!
Happy Sugar Life
Voltron: Legendary Defender
Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Infinity Train
Project Sekai
Monster Prom
Punch-Out!!
(I can also do edits for ocs! just don't forget to include a pic of them; or you can dm me a pic if you can't attach it to the ask)
Glitchcore
NSFW themes
Pedophilic & incestuous ships
Scenecore
Blood and gore
Creepy cute aesthetic (and creepy aesthetic in general)
Savory food stims
I'm usually pretty open to things, but I'll update this list when I need to
Desserts
Drink/beverage stims
Pastel colors
Allister, Kabu, and Professor Sycamore (Pokemon)
Gakupo, Hiyama Kiyoteru, VY2 Yuuma, Rana, and Otomachi Una (Vocaloid)
Gahata Meiji and Mawarine Shuu (Utau)
Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Byakuya Togami, Kazuichi Souda, and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (Danganronpa)
Yoosung and Zen (Mystic Messenger)
Asmodeus, Leviathan, Barbatos, and Luke (Obey Me!)
Iketeru Daga and Usahara Tobichiki (Uramichi Oniisan)
Muku Sakisaka and Yuki Rurikawa (a3!)
Coffee
LGBTQ+ themes
Watercolor stims
Calligraphy stims
Sparkly things
Witch aesthetic
Makeup stims
Neon/glow in the dark
Fashion stims (+ lolita fashion)
Anything that I make that you wanna use, like icons headers, etc., are free to use without credit! While credit would be very much appreciated, it's not something that I'm going to enforce.
Also, just another thing: I am allowed to not do requests if I don't want to. It's rare for me not to do one, unless the themes are in my blacklist, but I'm still allowed to deny requests. If you wanna send another one inquiring about it or why, feel free (as long as it's polite) and I'll most likely answer back. Just so you know that I am allowed to deny any requests and that I don't have to do them if I don't want to. Thank you <3
Well, I think that's it! If I can think of anything else I'll be sure to update this list. I hope y'all will like what I make
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Hello! Hope u are having a good day! :D
Umm just want to ask of your opinion... As someone who does art, if someone use your picture for things like making a collage or something related without giving you credit- either they know the picture is yours or they don’t know it’s yours -will you, let them? Like, will it be consider an insult and make you feel unappreciated? Just had something in mind...
What if instead of putting your name, they simply say “credits to the owners”, due to not knowing exactly are the owner of the drawing?
Will you feel offended, in any way?
Sorry for taking your precious time! > . <
hello, i hope you are having a nice day as well!
tldr: if youre doing it for your own personal use (meaning you are the only one who sees it, and wont post online) then please feel free to do so. if you are posting this collage online, you can do so but please give credit, cause i drew the original image in the first place. please dont confuse this with me allowing reposts. i only allow my work to be used in collages, amvs, etc. because its someone turning my work into something new. theres creativity behind it. and dont even say “credit to the original owners” to me, it lights a raging fire in me that can compare to no other
and here is the longwinded explanation :D
for me, it all depends on whether the collage is for personal use or if its going to be reshared online. personal use means only you or some select friends/family will see it. i know some people like to do collages for fun as a personal hobby and i think thats really cool and i would definitely allow my art to be used for something like that ^^! something like this will fall under personal use. using art as phone wallpapers also falls under this category (which is why you dont have to ask for my permission to use my stuff as wallpapers ^v^) because youre the only one seeing/using it!
of course, there are some people who use art for edits/amvs/collages that they post online like you said and i think thats great. i know i have no reposting in my bio, but for people who make these edits using others art, they are using their own creativity to make something new, with a work that i drew!!! i think thats super cool so of course i allow it. with. credit. im very thankful to the people who asked me for my permission first though, because it shows they care about the original artist ;v;. online, multiple eyes are seeing it and artists should be given credit when credit is due. reposting tho? no creativity at all. the laziest thing you can do to a piece of work. download image, upload to another site, post.
and i absolutely hate whenever i see “credits to the owner” because to me its the laziest and most disrespectful thing you can do to an artist. just the phrasing...irks me. like the person recognizes that they dont own the piece, the artist is the owner, and yet they are still reposting without permission. even a repost with no caption fills me with less rage than a “credits to the owner” so yes, i will be offended. please dont do that
please join me under the cut if you would like to see my explanation that has turned into a rant about reposting
and in some cases there is a watermark on the piece itself!!! clearly written!!! in plain view!!!! and yet people still write “credits to the owner”. like no, the owners name is clearly written on the watermark. plus it takes not even 5 minutes to put an image into a reverse image searcher and find the original artist. i have done this multiple times because yes, reposting without credit is really that common unfortunately and troublesome for people (me) who want to follow and support the original artists :/// my art has gotten reposted COUNTLESS of times with and without credit, and at this point ive given up on keeping track of and reporting them all cause theres just so many. im convinced i am aware of only 5% of all my art thats gotten reposted.
so to me, as a person who has gotten my art reposted countless of times, saying “credit to the owner”, even though i have written in both of my account descriptions NO REPOSTING in all capital letters, and have watermarked most of my work, is very disrespectful. i remember when my work started getting reposted A LOT for the first time, and i would get super angry every time it happened, and that rage has fizzled out now but it still remains. i still hate reposting with a burning passion.
i understand theres the innocent kind of reposting where the person is like “this art is so cool! i want to share this with everyone i know!!” (i know cause i did this in the past when i was a stupid kid) and then theres the kind of reposting that tries to gain likes and followers...off of someone elses work. off of something that they have not even made or own. how do you tell the difference between these kinds of reposting? the second one will probably have 100 something tags in the description :/...how lazy could that be? to use someone elses work for your own personal gain. my work is my work alone. if you want to get big on social media, do it with your own work. period.
i know im not alone on this because there is not a single artist i have seen who allows reposts with no credit. (and some reposters have the gall to say theyve done nothing wronggg oooooooo how inconsiderate can they possibly be ooooo im gonna kick them) theres some artists who dont allow reposts at all, no matter what condition, and i completely understand because someones art is their intellectual property, im done.
in conclusion please be considerate to artists, we already got it rough as it is ;-; (sorry for the super long answer ;;;;)
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Henyo
Hiya my name is ria :D or previously known as frownie or toast!! I've been in the kuro fandom for 6 years now,,,and have been on this site for 3 years. (i tried leaving once jkjksksklla but I am forever bound to the chaotic cat obsessed demon and his one eyed gremlin)
If you weren't able to tell yet,,, I absolutely love to doodle and draw
So feel free to send kuro doodle prompts and requests (and i'll try to do them, as long as I have the energy and time kjslakwiui,,,school literally sucks the life out of me)
Also feel free to also send asks and sebastian noods i mean PICS to fawn over jksjslnql
I really just want to make kuro friends to have fun with and share my passions with,,,,,conspiracize (is that a word??) kuro theories with, make memes with and make fun of and fawn over sebastian with
If you have any problems with me or the things I stand by then please block or unfollow me
I completely understand your opinion and won't hold you against your choices :)) since it's always best to surround yourself with people who you enjoy and are comfortable with
All I ask is that you refrain from sending hate, death threats, suicide bait and other things that have the same nature.
Regarding art
• feel free to use my art as profile pictures, headers, wallpapers and etc.,,, as long as it isn't commissioned art.
• regarding reposting art, please just ask permission first and give proper creditation if you do :DD
• my commissions are currently closed huhu
Thank you very much! And have a great day :>>
carrd | kofi
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True Heaven
Summary: Dean wakes up from a dream about heaven. As he goes about his day, he realizes what his true heaven looks like.
AO3
The sun was beating down on him but he felt no heat, just warmth. Everything was warm here.
The trees were tall and green. The sky was the bluest he had ever seen. The water trickling down the stream was as clear as glass.
It was heaven… or so they say.
Dean smiled to himself as he gazed at the view from the bridge in his memories. There was only one thing that could make this heaven truly his.
“Hey, Sammy,” he greeted, as he turned his head to see his smiling brother.
Sam stepped forward, arms open and Dean didn’t even hesitate to pull him into a hug.
Together, the two brothers looked out into their heaven, side-by-side, as they always have been.
It should feel right. His head was telling him it should be right. That this was his true heaven.
The sky.
The trees.
The bridge beneath his feet.
His baby brother by his side.
Yet, something still felt missing.
And there was a strange buzzing sound blaring in his ear.
Dean closed his eyes, trying to block it out. But, the sound kept going, refusing to stand down and give him peace.
Heaven shouldn’t be so loud like this...
With a gasp, Dean opened his eyes, heaving as the alarm on his phone continued to buzz him awake.
He was in bed. At home. Lying on soft sheets and pillows. The sun streaming in from the curtained windows.
He was okay. He wasn't dead. He was alive. Living. Breathing. Blood running through his veins.
His hand reached out to tap the ‘snooze’ button, silencing the buzzing for at least another ten minutes.
Still in a daze, Dean continued to lay in bed, blinking at the ceiling as he tried to hold on to the last vestiges of his dream.
He had died. He went to heaven, apparently. And heaven was different.
Bobby was there. Apparently, everyone else he knew and loved was there, too, though he didn't see them. He went for a long drive with Baby. Then, Sam had joined him. They were on a bridge, that same bridge from their first hunt together after Dad went missing.
Was that what heaven was like now? He wouldn’t know. Jack wouldn’t tell him – secretive kid.
“Dean! I heard your alarm! You better not still be in bed! We have plenty to do today!”
Dean smiled, shaking his head before sitting up and stretching. He could feel his muscles popping, his back twinging in that familiar ache.
Damn, he was getting old.
“I’m awake!” he called back as he moved the blankets aside.
He could smell the eggs and bacon.
Castiel was making breakfast.
Without wasting any more time, Dean slipped into comfy slippers and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
As a habit, his eyes roamed the simple beige wallpaper, the framed photos, the snug carpets, and the random pieces of furniture that didn’t match because they found them at different online listings.
Damn, he loved his house.
Lazily running a hand through his fair to give it some semblance of order, Dean entered the kitchen with a loud yawn.
“Morning, Cas,” he greeted, settling himself at the table where a mug of coffee already waited.
Their dog, Miracle, raised her head from her own breakfast to bounce up to him with a happy bark. He ran a hand through her fur, fondly scratching her favorite spots. Her tail wagged even faster in delight. She was getting on in years but was still the same beautiful and affectionate dog she was when Dean first found her.
“Good morning, Dean.”
Castiel turned his head away from the stove to flash him a smile before turning back to finish cooking.
With one hand still on Miracle’s fur, Dean lifted the mug to his lips and took a sip, letting out a contented sigh when he tasted the slightly bitter coffee. It warmed him up from his head to the tips of his toes as the caffeine woke his brain up.
He needed it today. Sam and Eileen were coming over tonight and there was a lot to get done around the house.
Plates of eggs and bacon were laid in front of him as well as an empty dish and a fork. Castiel passed him the salt and pepper shakers before sitting down across from Dean.
“Thanks.” Dean stabbed into the eggs and grabbed a couple of pieces of bacon.
Castiel hummed in response as he did the same.
Silently, the two men ate.
The forks clanged against the plates accompanied by the sounds of chewing. Every now and then, Miracle would whine, hoping to get a piece of bacon. (Dean snuck her a few when Castiel went to refill his coffee mug.)
Outside, birds sang their morning song and the squirrels chattered as they went about their business. Castiel said there was a nest of robins residing in the tree by their porch.
(He didn’t want Dean to cut the tree, even though it would give them plenty of space for a nice front garden.
“It’s their home, Dean!” he had insisted when Dean tried to argue his stance.
He had looked so distraught that Dean ended up giving in and leaving the tree alone.)
It had been five years since Castiel returned to the Winchesters from the Empty, graceless and human. Even if he was technically God now, Jack still had to make a deal – and the cost was Castiel’s grace. Castiel was no longer an angel and never would be again, even if he stole another angel’s grace. He was fully human, would live a mortal life, and would return to heaven as a human soul when he died.
After a close call with a vampire nest and almost dying from a nail in the back in Ohio (Sam managed to clear out the bodies, call 911, and get him to the hospital in time), Dean had decided, right there and then, that he was done hunting. He wanted stability.
He had his Free Will back and he was going to use it to create a new life for himself and Castiel. So, after looking around the area, he got a job as a mechanic at the town garage – he was always pretty good at fixing up cars. The money wasn’t much but at least it was legal this time. No more stealing credit cards and identity theft for him.
Not wanting to be a burden, Castiel applied for a part-time job at a convenience store. They had to forge his papers and create a new identity (Castiel insisted on taking Jimmy’s last name “Novak”, to honor his vessel) but that was the easy part. Because even though he had lived as a human before, the former angel still struggled with basic human needs. He’d forget that he needed to eat and would only be reminded if his stomach was growling and tightening in protest. And he’d forget to sleep until he lost consciousness while on his feet, wherever he was. But, soon, he got used to it, even if he found bathroom breaks so inconvenient.
For the first two years, Dean and Castiel continued to live at the bunker with Sam and Eileen, helping the couple with finding, researching, and solving cases.
Dean’s brother never truly left the hunting life. Sam was good at it and loved it more than Dean ever did. Besides, he had Eileen as a partner, this time, in more ways than one. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, Dean was loathed to admit. But, Sam was happy and Eileen took good care of him and always had his back – that was enough for the older Winchester.
Dean found the old farmhouse for sale at a cheap price three years ago. It was practically falling apart but still held a certain charm. Dean fell in love at first sight and when he showed it to Castiel, the former angel loved it, too. They bought it and fixed it up, renovating where they could. It took a year and all their manpower just to repair the roof, the front and back porch, and the kitchen.
When the farmhouse was ready and livable, Dean and Castiel officially moved out of the bunker and into their new home.
Dean continued to work as a mechanic, doing the best work for his clients and impressing the garage owner so much that he showed Dean the ropes of running the business. And he was an attentive student. Dean may not have graduated high school and gone to college like Sam but it didn’t mean he was uneducated. And he had even made friends with the other mechanics, learning their techniques and sharing his own. And, maybe someday, when he saved up enough, he could open his own garage.
Meanwhile, Castiel quit the convenience store when he discovered a Honey Farm nearby. He learned how to be a beekeeper – the bees always did fascinate him. He was good at it. He talked to the bees like he talked to people. Whether he could actually understand them or simply made up their conversations, it didn’t matter. He was a hoot among the older ladies and the kids.
(Sam and Eileen still lived at the bunker, finding it more convenient with all the resources they needed for hunts. When they weren’t on the road, they would come to dinner.
And, sometimes, even Jack popped in to say “hello.” Castiel always kept a box of Cookie Crunch cereal for him in the pantry.)
Their house was small. Their jobs were mundane. They had an everyday routine.
Their life was simple. But, it was theirs. Finally theirs.
“I’m going to the store after breakfast,” Castiel finally spoke up as he cleared his plate. “Do you have the list of things you need for dinner?”
“Yeah, it’s upstairs, I can grab it.”
“No need.” Castiel stood up to put his plate in the sink. “I’m going to get dressed so I'll get it. Where did you put it?”
“Dresser.”
Dean continued to eat while Castiel headed out of the kitchen, pausing for a few beats to fondly scratch behind Miracle’s ear. When he disappeared down the hallway, Dean tossed the last of the bacon to the dog before getting up and doing the dishes.
As he placed the last plate on the rack, Castiel returned to the kitchen, dressed in a polo shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a tan leather jacket. He had stopped wearing the trench coat a while ago, but the sight of him without still made Dean pause.
“I’ll be back in half an hour,” Castiel said.
Dean flicked the last of the water away before wiping his hands on a rag. “Okay. I’ll walk Miracle while you’re out.”
Castiel nodded. Then, he smiled shyly before leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on Dean’s lips.
“I’ll see you later.”
Dean squeezed his hand, offering a loving smile of his own. “See you later, Cas.”
Just like their life, their relationship was simple. Mundane, sometimes. But, if Dean was honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Gone were the days of one night stands and denials of how he felt. He was getting too old for all that. He had gone through hell and back (quite literally) plus purgatory. He deserved this, damnit.
Sure, Dean still had trouble expressing his feelings (thanks for that, Dad). He rarely even said the words that Castiel freely expressed. But, the advantage of them having their so-called profound bond was that he didn’t need to really say anything for his partner to know how he truly felt about him.
Castiel already knew. He had always known. And he didn’t expect Dean to change.
Besides, Dean was more of a man of action, anyway.
Miracle barked, looking up at him with excited puppy dog eyes. She was anxious to get out and walk and chase squirrels and get the occasional pets from excited kids.
“Alright, alright, give me a sec.”
Dean took one last sweep of the kitchen to ensure everything was fine before bounding up the stairs to the bedroom. He swapped his pajama pants for sweatpants and tugged on his worn brown leather jacket over his sleep shirt. (He could shower later.)
Downstairs, he grabbed his house keys, clipped Miracle’s leash to her collar, and led her out of the house, locking the door behind him.
Baby was still parked in her usual spot so Castiel must have taken the Corolla to the store. (He wouldn’t take the Impala out without Dean’s permission, anyway.)
The air was chilly but the sun was out and bright, making their walk pleasant. Miracle led the way, her head swiveling around as she sniffed the familiar surroundings. She chose a spot under a tree to do her business and Dean cleaned up after her. He tossed the bag into a nearby trash can before continuing on their way.
“Morning, Dean!”
He lifted a hand to greet their neighbor who was out on a morning walk. “Morning, James.”
He stopped for a few seconds to chat about the weather (“Nice weather we’re having”), about James’ wife and kids (“The missus told me Castiel gave her a large discount on a crate of honey. Thanks for that, it really means a lot”), and what Dean and Castiel’s plans were for the holidays (“It’s always nice to see family”).
Miracle began to whine and tug on her leash so Dean said his goodbyes and went on his way.
They stopped two more times, both for the neighborhood kids who were Miracle’s regular admirers. Little 5-year-old Emma who Miracle would stay still for as the little arms hugged her right. Then, there were the Ross triplets, who always had a treat for their furry friend. (This was why Castiel had been trying – but failing – to put her on a diet. She kept getting spoiled with treats!)
Once they made it to the end of their usual route, Dean gently tugged on her leash, signaling that it was time to return home.
The Corolla’s spot was still empty so Castiel hadn't returned yet.
Dean released Miracle from her leash and she immediately padded over to her pillow by the fireplace. Meanwhile, Dean went back upstairs and finally jumped into the shower.
By the time he was finished cleaning up and getting dressed, noises downstairs and a cooing of Miracle’s name indicated that Castiel was back from the store.
Dean made his way to the kitchen, pausing for a moment at the entrance to watch his partner put away the groceries. But, never one to miss a thing, Castiel turned to him and smiled.
“Hello, Dean. There was a sale on pie so I got you two.” He gestured to the kitchen table where two boxes sat.
Dean whistled, finally entering the kitchen to take a look. One box was labeled “apple” and the other “blueberry.”
“A man after my own heart, Cas!”
He took the few steps towards his partner, who was putting the meat in the freezer, and pecked his cheek in appreciation.
Castiel blushed, simply replying, “You’re welcome.”
With a happy grin, Dean helped put the rest of the groceries away. He didn’t need to start cooking until after lunch.
“By the way, Jody called while I was at the store,” Castiel said, putting a box of cereal away in the pantry. “She’s asking what we’re bringing to Thanksgiving.”
“I was thinking mac and cheese,” Dean replied as he folded up the grocery bags to be re-used for later.
“Claire’s cooking this year.”
“On second thought, maybe we should just bring the bird.”
“Dean.” Castiel was scolding but it was in a fond tone.
“The last time Claire cooked, Alex got to practice her nursing skills on us.”
“That was years ago.”
“My stomach has never forgotten, Cas.”
“It was her first time cooking, Dean. I’m sure she’s improved since then.”
Castiel always made good points.
“Fine. But we’re bringing our own Pepcid.”
Castiel simply chuckled in response.
After finishing with the groceries, they both went upstairs to get the guest room ready. Sam and Eileen always stayed the night. Castiel dusted while Dean changed the sheets to fresh ones and sprayed some air freshener to get rid of the dusty smell.
When that was done, they went back downstairs. Dean retreated to the living room to catch up on some of his shows. Meanwhile, Castiel picked up his book from the coffee table and went outside to the back porch to read the morning away. At some point, Miracle got up from her pillow to follow him outside.
At 11am, Castiel went back in and settled on the couch next to Dean.
“What should we have for lunch?” he asked, snuggling to his side.
“Maybe something light since we’re having a big dinner.” Dean placed an arm over his shoulder as he pursed his lips in thought. “PB&J?”
Castiel’s eyes practically sparkled at the suggestion of his favorite food in the entire world.
After lunch, Dean went back to his show and Castiel to his book. This time, both were in the living room. Miracle interrupted them at some point, begging Dean to play, to which he obliged and they played a half hour’s worth of fetch. Then, it was back to his show.
At 4 o’clock, Dean shut the T.V. off, Castiel marked his book, and Miracle napped, still exhausted from playtime.
The next two hours were a flurry of activity in the kitchen. Pasta simmered in the pot. Chicken baked in the oven. And leaves and veggies were chopped for a salad (because Sam would complain if there wasn’t some kind of healthy food on the table).
Dean liked cooking. And, don’t tell Sam, but he especially liked cooking for his brother. At the end of the day, Dean was still a big brother who wanted to take care of his baby brother, no matter how old they both were now. (But, even if he had a gun pointed at his head or was back at Hell’s gates, he would never confess to it.)
It was a little past six when the rumble of a car outside alerted them to their visitors. The table in the dining room was already set and the warm food arranged neatly by Dean.
Castiel opened the door and was immediately greeted with a hug from Eileen followed by Sam. Dean went out to meet them, practically jumping on his giant of a brother to receive a hug.
“Heya, Sammy!”
“Hi, Dean. The food smells great! I’m starving!”
They wasted no time settling into their respective seats and passing the food around. Sam and Eileen had brought a bottle of sparkling cider, which was opened and poured into everyone’s glasses.
“When did you guys get back?” Dean asked, passing the basket of dinner rolls to Castiel.
“Yesterday,” Sam answered, helping himself to a generous amount of salad. “We were pretty beat so we ended up sleeping until noon.”
“What was the case?” Castiel asked as he tore into his roll.
“Wendigo,” Eileen answered, pausing in cutting her chicken to sign. “In Iowa. It was luring kids from a small village to the forest. Took us three days.”
“Nice!” Dean signed. “Those bastards don’t stand a chance against Sam Winchester and Eileen Leahy!”
Everyone cheered, toasting to the success of the two hunters.
The conversation continued.
Dean shared updates on his work at the Garage and how he might be up for a promotion pretty soon. Castiel talked about his bees and how smart his co-workers were for their ideas of honey flavors.
As they finished up dinner, Sam loudly cleared his throat as he took Eileen's hand in his.
“So, uh, we have some news,” he began, flashing his girlfriend a look. She nodded at him, in encouragement. “And we wanted you two to be the first to know.”
Dean frowned. “This sounds serious. Is someone sick?”
The couple laughed.
“No, no, this is good news,” said Eileen.
Sam cleared his throat. “So… We wanted to tell you… that… we... well, Eileen… is… pregnant.”
The couple beamed while Dean almost choked on his wine.
“For real?!”
“Congratulations!” Castiel exclaimed.
Hugs were exchanged and Dean broke out a bottle of wine to celebrate his new status as Uncle.
“You should name it after me, Sammy!”
“Not a chance!”
Dean tried to act offended but he was much too happy to really argue.
Sam deserved this. He had a woman he loved, a job he was passionate about, and now a kid on the way. There was no doubt that he was going to be an amazing father. And Dean and Castiel would definitely be the favorite uncles.
After partaking in the apple pie for dessert, Sam volunteered to help Castiel with the dishes while Eileen spent quality time with Miracle.
Feeling stuffed and full of dinner and happiness, Dean took the opportunity to grab a beer and go out into the back porch for some fresh air. He leaned against the wooden column of the front porch, just taking it all in.
It was a peaceful night. The cicadas were loud, as always. An owl hooted from somewhere. Above, the clear evening sky was littered with bright stars, as if the heavens, too, were celebrating the addition of another Winchester in this world. Maybe they were. Jack would be aware of the news by now. Dean hoped he would come to visit soon. It had been a while and Castiel missed the kid. (Dean did, too, but don’t quote him on that.)
The door behind him opened and, soon, familiar arms wrapped around his waist.
“Hi.”
“Hey, angel.”
Castiel tucked his head on top of his shoulder. He was warm and Dean savored the feeling.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Just… thinking.”
“About?”
“How happy I am.”
Castiel hummed. “It is indeed happy news to find out you are having a nephew. A new addition to your family.”
“Our family, Cas,” he corrected, squeezing the hand at his stomach.
“Our family,” Castiel agreed.
Dean lifted the hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to the knuckles. “I had a weird dream last night. I just remembered it again.”
“Weird in what sense?”
“It was… heaven, I think. But, it also… wasn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Well… for one… you weren’t there.”
Damn, that was so cheesy. The apple pie life was making Dean soft.
But, then Castiel pressed an affectionate kiss to his temple and Dean was reminded why he didn’t mind the occasional softness so much anymore. (But, again, he wouldn’t admit it, even with a gun to his head.)
“But, I think my dream got it wrong,” he continued. “That wasn’t heaven. Not to me. My heaven is down here. With Sam. Eileen. Miracle. And everyone we found along the way.” He turned his head, meeting Castiel’s pretty blue eyes. “And, you, of course. There’s no heaven without you, Cas.”
“Dean…" Castiel's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You are getting better at expressing your feelings.”
Dean laughed, softly. “Yeah, well, it only took five years and the news that I’m gonna be an Uncle. So, don’t get used to this, Cas.”
Castiel’s arms tightened around him. “I’m sure Jack has turned heaven into a wonderful place again. But, promise me, Dean, that you won’t go there yet. Not until your hair turns gray and your skin turns wrinkly.”
Dean patted his hand. “I’ll do my best if you do the same for me.”
Castiel chuckled and kissed his cheek before pulling away. “Come inside, Dean.”
“Give me a few more minutes.”
“Okay.”
Dean kept his gaze on the sky as Castiel left.
It didn't take long for him to have company again.
“So, why are you out here and not in there?”
Dean laughed. “Heya, Sammy.”
Sam leaned on the column opposite him, clutching his own bottle of beer.
“Just thinking,” Dean repeated his answer. “Just… did you ever think we’d be this happy, Sam?”
“Honestly? No. But… we deserve it… right?”
“Yeah, we do!”
For a moment, they were silent, simply listening to the night sounds and enjoying the warmth in their stomachs brought by the beer.
Then, Sam broke the silence.
“So, I was also thinking…”
Dean met his brother’s gaze, curious.
“Since Eileen is pregnant, we’re probably gonna take a break from hunting.”
Dean’s brows rose. “Yeah? That’s good. Focus on the health of the mom and baby and all that jazz.”
Sam hummed. "We talked about moving out of the bunker and getting a house and everything. Maybe get married, officially.” Sam took another sip of beer. “But, cases don’t end just ‘cause a hunter takes a break, right?”
“Yeah…”
His baby brother wanted to get married. Dean couldn't be happier.
“So, remember one time when we talked about creating a Hunter’s Network out of the bunker? You know, to help other hunters. Provide them with resources they don’t need to literally sell their soul for?”
Dean nodded, recalling a conversation they had about it a long time ago, right around the time he decided to retire.
Sam’s eyes flickered with hope.
“Well, maybe we could get started on that… if you’re willing to still be a part of it, I mean. I get that you have a different life now and you don’t want to hunt anymore, but you’ll be mostly hands-off in the cases. And Cas has some angelic and holy knowledge that maybe we can write down and turn into some kind of guide… if he’s willing to help out. You don’t even have to come to the bunker, I can just come here and we can work on plans and-.”
“Sammy.”
Sam broke off, taking a sip of his beer and avoiding looking at Dean, as if he was afraid of the answer.
And, to be quite honest, Dean hadn’t thought about being involved in hunter life. But, it wasn’t like he was out of touch with it. He still listened to Sam’s stories of his hunts. He had conversations with Jody when she called to ask for advice on dealing with some creature. He and Castiel still had some books on the supernatural on the bookshelf in their bedroom. And, he can’t forget about the guns and knives and other hunting apparel stored in a box under their bed and in Baby’s trunk. Heck, he and Castiel still carried a flask of holy water with them!
Hunting would always be in his blood.
He may no longer want to be directly involved but, maybe he could still help.
“Sure, why not?” Dean finally answered.
Sam’s head jerked towards him in surprise. “Really?”
Dean shrugged. “I may not be holding the gun anymore but I can tell another hunter how to kill a vampire in ten different ways.”
“Dean…” Sam looked like he was about to start crying.
“Saving people, hunting things, that’s the family business, right?”
He held out his beer bottle again.
Sam smiled and met it with his own. “Yeah.”
The brothers drank to that promise.
And Dean coulnd't help but think that, in his own way, he had found his own heaven on earth.
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wasnt sure if anyone would be interested but I thought Id make a commission post for my furb blog!! just dm me if you’d like to commission some furby art :3
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