#referring to cas as girlfriend >>>

[riighteouspath]

watching season thirteen for the first time ever in my entire life. unfortunately, all i can think about is cas. when will my girlfriend return from the dead

[tricoufamily]

ok actually made the companion piece to the pyromaniac guy silence rich mafia guy a fucking loser is speaking

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Green's my color

(Dean Winchester x female reader)

Summary It's supposed to be an undercover mission to retrieve an artifact from a museum fundraiser. Dressing up, free drinks... and pretending Dean's your boyfriend. Surely, nothing can go wrong. CWs Dressing up. Fake dating & real feelings. Dean being a scheming cutie. Teen. 6.9k words.

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You’re running your hands over the fabric of the dress, making sure there’s no creases, when you hear raised voices from the next room. Frowning, you open the bathroom door to the bedroom and walk in.

Dean has his hands crossed in front of his chest, is shaking his head while Castiel looks on and Sam is staring down at the sleeves of the tux he rented for tonight. They don’t even reach down to his wrists.

“It fit when I put it on at the store,” he says, tugging at the fabric, a desperate look on his face.

“Please don’t tell me you’re still growing,” Dean says, chuckling a little.

“That’s highly unlikely,” Castiel adds. “Human males don’t typically keep growing once they’ve reached their early twenties. Sam is much too old for that.” Sam huffs, then takes off the jacket.

“I’m not much too old for that,” he complains under his breath. You take a step closer to them.

“The suit doesn’t fit?” you ask, three pairs of eyes going to you. Dean’s eyebrows go up, making you immediately feel self-conscious.

“Woah,” he says, “you look hot.” You cross your arms over your chest, hoping you’re not blushing.

“Thanks,” you say, your brain scrambling to get back on topic. “Do we have time to get a different one? In a size that fits the growing boy?” Sam scoffs, then looks at his watch.

“I don’t think so,” he says, making a face. “We’re running late as it is.” He looks up, first at his brother, then at the angel.

“Alright, change of plan. Dean or Cas are gonna have to go with you,” Sam concludes.

Slight panic spreads through your chest. You don’t mind pretending to be Sam’s girlfriend for an evening. You’ll joke around and he’ll be too interested in the artifact on display to pay much attention to you. Castiel would also be fine, albeit a bit awkward, but Dean? Walking around together, holding hands, being victim to his charm the entire evening, plus him in a tux? You’re not sure you could take it. To your horror, Dean doesn’t seem to have the same reservations.

“In that case we’re gonna have to make Cas look a lot richer,” he says and when Sam throws him a questioning look, he turns to the angel. “No offense, man, but she’s way out of your league.” You raise your eyebrows at him, smiling a little at his cockiness.

“But I’m not out of yours?” you ask, tone teasing. Dean gives his most charming grin.

“Darlin’,” he says, “maybe I’m out of yours.” You roll your eyes, but it seems the decision’s been made. Dean’s gonna be your date for tonight, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

The Impala chugs along as Dean pulls up in front of the museum, both of you looking towards the entrance.

“You got the invitations?” you ask and Dean nods, turns off the engine before patting the front of his jacket.

“Can’t believe Crowley pulled this off,” he says and you huff.

“He’s getting something out of it, so I’m not too surprised,” you say. Dean nods, then turns to you, hands adjusting his collar.

“How do I look?” he asks and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You know you look good, so don’t go fishing for compliments,” you say and Dean grins. “Although I think the spiky boy band hair doesn’t really go with the occasion.” To underline your words you raise your hand, pretend you’ll run it through the front of Dean’s hair, but he moves away with a chuckle.

“Hasn’t hurt me yet,” he says, to which you can only mmh. Then he looks you up and down, as far as that’s possible with both of you still sitting. “You look really good too, you know?” You shift in your seat, hoping he doesn’t see how his words affect you.

“Obviously I do, green’s my color” you reply, referring to the velvety fabric of your dress, but when you look into Dean’s eyes, you’re reminded of the startling green there as well. You swallow. “Shall we?”

Dean gets out without another word, and while you’re still arranging your dress and your heels and your purse, he suddenly opens the door on your side, extending a hand down to you. You take it after a second of hesitation, let him help you out of the car.

“I didn’t know you could be such a gentleman,” you say, and Dean clicks his tongue.

“You’ve just never been treated to the Dean Winchester special,” he says, making you laugh.

“What does that include?” you ask, as you wrap your arm around his when he extends it to you, trying not to notice how close it brings your bodies to each other, how nice his biceps feels under your palm. “Daddy issues and a rash?”

Dean laughs, and you adore him for it. The last guy you were seeing broke things off because you didn’t seem available. He constantly asked about Dean, and who could blame him – there were probably few men with enough confidence to enjoy their women constantly being around someone with those looks, that charisma. But in the last and final argument you had, he implied that you needed to stop hoping Dean would come around. You’ve tried to ignore the words, but it’s made you wonder if you should keep Dean at a distance. Not for the first time, you promise to yourself you will, really this time, but the problem is that he gets so damn genuine and it just moves something in you that makes you nervous.

The man at the front door asks for your tickets, and Dean gives them to him. He verifies them, then gives Dean a knowing smile.

“Just gotta say, sir,” he says, “she’s a beaut.” Dean smiles, then looks at you.

“Ain’t she just?” he says and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. But then Dean turns back to the security guy, who has an awkward look on his face.

“I meant your car, sir,” he says, then quickly adds: “I would never—But the lady as well, of course.” You don’t miss the awkward side glance Dean throws you. All part of the cover, you tell yourself.

When you walk in, your eyes trail up, looking at the beautiful glass ceiling of the building. There’s money here, serious money, and you shake your head at it, then turn back to Dean.

“Okay,” you say, all business now, “we’re looking for Sir William Ogden’s walking cane. Well, not the cane itself, but the handle— Dean, are you listening to me?”

Dean’s looking around, but he looks at you with slightly pursed lips.

“Do you wanna get a drink?” he asks. You raise the hand that isn’t slung around his arm, then drop it at your side.

“I mean, we can get a drink,” you point out, “or we could get the weird, mysterious artifact we came for and just go home?” Dean narrows his eyes, thinks for a second.

“Drink sounds good,” he concludes, and drags you towards the ornate bar.

You both stand in front of it, and a young man in a white tux takes your order.

“Whiskey on the rocks for me,” Dean says, and you’re glad he’s blending in enough to not order a beer, but then he points his finger at you. “Martini for the lady.” The guy behind the bar looks at you.

“Dirty, please,” you say and he nods, moves down the bar to prepare your drinks.

“So the cane,” you continue, “it has the silver figure of a toad as its handle, and it—”

“I never got the olive thing,” Dean says, grabbing a handful of the fancy bar snack standing in a small bow in front of him, before leaning on the bar and turning to you. “Doesn’t seem like something that should go in a drink.” You drop the hands you just raised to gesticulate.

“Okay,” you say, scratching at your forehead, “is there a reason you are more focused on the cocktail menu than the actual reason we came here?” Dean studies you for a split second, then turns away, then looks back at you with a disarming smile.

“Same reason I picked up a tux that’s two sizes too small for Sammy,” he answers, sounding a little too proud of himself. You frown at him.

“You…did what?” you ask, not understanding. Dean shrugs.

“I’m sure it would have been a great time,” he says, not sounding like he believes that at all. “I saw some scrolls back there that I’m sure Sam would go wild over.” You can’t help but chuckle at Dean’s description of his brother.

“But you’ve kind of had a rain cloud over your head for a while,” Dean continues, looking just a little more serious, “so I thought you deserved a night out. A fun night out.”

You open your mouth to say something, but just in that moment, your drinks arrive. Dean raises his glass, and clinks it against yours, but you don’t move to drink.

“You did that for me?” you ask, keeping his gaze. “To cheer me up?” Dean grins broadly at you.

“I’m awesome,” he says, clinking his glass against yours again, maybe hoping you'll finally drink. “I hope this isn’t the first time you’re noticing.” You smile, then take a sip of your drink. It tastes expensive.

Dean and you both turn your back to the bar, look into the room. Lots of fancy people around, looking very comfortable in their suits and dresses, holding drinks they’re not paying for, probably not even thinking about the checks they’ll sign later. It’s a fundraiser after all, and you doubt they’re invited if a charitable donation hurts their wallets.

Dean’s standing close to you, and you’re sure it’s part of the cover. You’re both younger than the average couple here, but then you could just pass as the heirs to some fortune or other. It’s a likely story.

You move your shoulders, not sure how to feel at Dean’s confession. It’s true, you haven’t been feeling amazing since you and James broke up, but that’s normal, right? It’s made you feel a little lonely. It’s not like you were planning to spend your life with the guy, but it drove home the point that it’s difficult enough to find a connection to anyone, never mind in this business.

The fact that Dean wants to comfort you makes your heart melt and your defenses go up in equal measures. You’re hip to his tricks, and while you’re sure he knows you’re not up to just being a potential fling, you don’t know if you would have it in you to stop any advanced if they ever happened. And if something did happen and it meant more to you than to Dean – well, you’re not sure your pride could take that. So you’ve been unsure how to approach things. A roll in the hay with Dean Winchester would be sure to take your mind off things. But for a rebound, maybe it would be better to pick someone you’re not certain you’ll fall head over heels in love with.

You sigh, raise your glass, take a sip. “I’m gonna go freshen up,” you say. Dean turns to you, a questioning look on his face, but you put down your drink and grab your purse before he can point out you’ve been here all of ten minutes. You walk as quickly as your high heels will carry you.

Another sigh leaves you as you sit down on the closed toilet lid. This was stupid. You know Dean means well, but he should have let Sam be your date. It would have been easy, uncomplicated, and right now, uncomplicated is about the only thing you can handle. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that Dean is that sweet to you. You know it’s a stupid thing to be upset about, but it’s not helping with your incapacitating crush on him.

You let your head drop back. There it is. The words you have been refusing to admit even to yourself. Turns out all it takes is Dean in a nice outfit and two sips of a Martini to tickle it out of you.

Damn it. Damn it.

You get up, walk outside to the sinks. You’re gonna get your act together, you think while you wash your hands, just for the show of it and also to delay the moment you have to walk out there again. You’re gonna get it together, and you’re not gonna let James’ words mess with you – the guy couldn’t even find your g-spot, what does he know about what your feelings for Dean might be?

You walk out of the bathroom with renewed vigor, only to be immediately deflated when you approach the bar. Dean is talking to a woman – an attractive woman – in a hot pink dress. His back is turned to you but even from this angle you're sure he’s flirting.

A mean pinch goes through your body. It shouldn’t hurt like that. You have no right to Dean’s undivided attention, you know that, but it still hurts. Because it might blow your cover, you quickly add to your own thoughts. You can’t even convince yourself.

So you walk over there, a woman on a mission. You sway your hips a little, shoes loud on the expensive wooden floor. When you get close, you let your hand run up Dean’s back, like he’s yours. Well, tonight, he technically is.

He turns, a surprised look on his face. The other woman looks at you – she’s older than you, one of those women who just become more stunning the more years pass by, so you know she’s Dean’s type exactly. But you can’t care about that right now.

“There you are, honey,” you say in your sweetest voice. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” You reach past him, grab your drink and quickly take a big sip, hoping some liquid courage is exactly what you need. You turn to the woman, who studies you like a fly that just landed in her soup. You can’t blame her.

“Well, I should get going,” she says, ignoring your presence, but throwing another brilliant smile at Dean. “It was lovely to talk to you. You’ll have to finish that story some other time.” She nods at you, and then turns around and walks away. You drop your hand off Dean’s back immediately, down your drink.

“You want another one?” Dean asks. “They’re free, you know.” You lick your lips, put the glass on the bar.

“I know it must be hard for you,” you say, and by the change in Dean’s expression you know he can tell immediately that you’re not joking, that you’re serious, and you don’t want him to know that, but you’re not sure how to get that tone out of your voice. “But can you keep it in your pants, just for one night? We don’t need anyone to know that we’re not actually a couple.” You nod at the bartender, point at your glass, then turn to Dean. He looks confused, but not ashamed.

“We were just chatting,” he says, sounding a little confused, and you can’t quite believe he’s actually gonna pretend this was nothing, that he wasn’t flirting, like you are a real, actual couple and he’s lying to you, making you feel like you’re imagining things. James did that. Why in the world did you ever date that ringworm?

“I’m sure you were,” you say, scratching at your elbow just to give your hands something to do. “But it’s…look, I know it’s not real, but it’s embarrassing, okay? To have your pretend boyfriend flirt with someone else for everyone to see.”

Well, you didn’t mean to make a scene, but you sure managed to do it anyway. Humiliation follows the sharp taste of jealousy, making your skin prickle. Dean probably gets as lonely as you do. He has the right to make that feeling go away any way he chooses to. You date idiots and he has sex with women he’ll never see again. Whatever makes the nights seem less cold.

To your surprise, Dean doesn’t double down, snipe at you with some practiced remark. He blinks, seems to think about your words, and you wish he didn’t, wish he could just be a little bit of a smartass, but of course this is the moment he picks to let that sweet side of him show.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he says and you press your lips together, look down.

“It’s okay,” you say quickly, quietly. “Just don’t wanna blow our cover.”

“You’re right,” Dean responds. “That was stupid. She came over to talk to me, but it was still stupid. I was stupid.”

“You’re not…” you start, then wait for the bartender to put down your new drink before you continue. “It wasn’t stupid. It’s fine.” And because you feel like maybe this can be helped if you can be Dean’s buddy, you add: “She was really hot.” Dean huffs, pushes one hand into the pocket of his dress pants.

“My head’s in the game,” he says, looking at you. “I’m gonna be the best fake boyfriend in the world, okay?” You can’t help but smile at that, and Dean smiles back, almost proud.

This is going to be a difficult night.

The two of you grab your drinks and begin exploring the room. Your arm is hooked around Dean’s again, and you both collect observations about your surroundings – how much security there is, potential exits, the laugh of a particularly rich looking older man. Only the thing is, when Dean leans in to tell you something, he does it in a way that looks to the outside world like he’s whispering something naughty in your ear. Once or twice the tip of his nose brushes the shell of your ear, and you can feel his breath on the side of your face. The brainless giggle you give afterwards every time is just for the cover, of course. You wanted this, after all, for him to focus.

Someone walks by with a plate of hors d'oeuvre and Dean reaches for it, almost as if on instinct, shoves the little bite-size appetizer into his mouth. For a second he looks appreciative of the taste, but then his expression turns.

“Date?” you ask, guessing that something unexpected was hidden under the layer of bacon. Dean shakes his head, grimacing.

“It’s something else,” he says around the food in his mouth. “Apricot?”

You make a sympathetic face, then reach for another tray held by a waitress nearby, grab a napkin and pass it to Dean. He discreetly deposits what’s left of his mouth in the napkin, then throws you a look.

“How could anyone do that to bacon?” he mumbles, his tone embarrassed. In response, you squeeze his arm.

“It’s a crime,” you say and Dean looks almost relieved. He is unbearably cute like this.

You’re walking into a second room, a couple of stairs separating it from the one you were just in – Dean extending his hand to help you walk down them in your heels, then not dropping said hand, so neither do you – when you hear someone speak up behind you.

“Mister Ogden?” someone says, and you and Dean both ignore it, because neither of you is feeling very Ogden-ish tonight. But then there’s quick footsteps, and suddenly the man with the rich laugh from earlier is in front of you. He gives an apologetic little smile before he addresses Dean.

“Apologies,” he says, “but you wouldn’t happen to be Mr. Ogden? William Ogden the Fifth?” You can see Dean hesitate for just a second.

That’s not the name you got on your fake tickets for this night, which probably means the real Mr. Odgen is somewhere in this building right now or will be soon. But it’s also the same last name of the original owner of the artifact you’re looking for, so who knows what kind of privileges this will afford you.

“One and only,” Dean says with a charming smile, then extends his hand to shake the other man’s. A relieved expression comes over rich guy’s face.

“We were worried you might not make it, sir,” he says, giving away he must be the curator of the museum as he shakes Dean’s hand intensely. “We understood that you were on your way back from a safari and your private plane was grounded?” He makes a face like he just found out you had to call a plumber for your kitchen sink. Small inconveniences.

“Yes, yes,” Dean says, nodding. “Luckily we just…took my other plane.” The way the other man reacts shows you this isn’t a crazy thing to say. To your horror, he turns to you next.

“I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure,” he says, extending his freed-up hand after he drops Dean’s to you. You take it, smile politely.

“Patricia,” you say, not sure why you come up with that particular name. And then, because he looks at you expectantly, and your brain isn’t done playing tricks on you, you add: “Highsmith.” Here’s hoping this guy doesn’t read.

“Charmed, charmed,” he says, nodding and finally letting go of you. “Are you enjoying the evening?” Dean nods, then inclines his head, before he lays his arm around you, hand landing on your lower back. It fits there perfectly, you catch yourself thinking, trying to shove the thought away.

“We are,” he says, “but we haven’t seen my great grandfather’s walking cane yet.” You bite down on the urge to point out that Dean is missing a couple of “greats” in that description, instead look at the other man.

“Of course,” he replies, “it reserves a special place further down the room.” Dean nods, then inclines his head towards you.

“This one’s been so excited to see it,” he says and you do your best to look enthused. “She just loves… canes.” You press your lips together.

“May I guide you to the exhibit then?” the other man asks, and Dean nods, then turns to you.

“Doesn’t that sound good, honey?” he asks and you turn to him too just as he leans in.

You can only explain what happens next by assuming that Dean means to peck you on the cheek, or whisper something in your ear. You’re not sure why he’d want to do that, maybe just to underline your cane enthusiasm, but you turn to him at the same time, thinking he’s going to say something, so what ends up happening is that his face is suddenly extremely close to yours. So close that you would only have to move an inch for your lips to touch.

You’re still smiling, but it drops off your visage when you realize how close Dean is to you. The tips of your noses are almost touching and when your eyes shoot up, you are looking straight into the mesmerizing green of his. You blink, finding it impossible to tear yourself away. Too stunning are the long lashes, the freckles speckled over the bridge of his nose. He always looks a little cross-eyed when you’re this close to him – not that you often get the opportunity.

The thing is, Dean also doesn’t move away. He looks into your eyes, first one, then the other, so close that he needs to pick one at a time. His hand on your back twitches. It’s not until rich guy starts talking again that you both look away.

“Very well,” he says, looking between you two, his professional exterior cracking for the first time as he probably wonders, exactly like you, what the hell just happened. “Follow me then.”

You dare another look at Dean, see him swallow. You both begin walking after your guide when. There’s a thick cloud of awkwardness surrounding you, but you notice that Dean doesn’t remove his hand from where it is.

The cane itself is pretty unimpressive. Oh, it’s nice for a walking cane, but it is just that. The toad that makes up the handle is pretty cool, far as toads go. You realize you are concentrating like this because the alternative is concentrating back on Dean. And that just won’t do right now. Someone walks past you with a tray, and you and Dean both put your empty drinks on it while you resist the urge to grab one of the glasses of champagne on it, just to have something to quiet your brain.

Rich guy has elected to tell the two of you all about the history of the cane, who made it, who sold it and then what important historical events Grandpa Ogden took it to. You’re nodding along, but only half listening. A small crowd has formed around the exhibit, others intently listening to the history lesson, but neither you nor Dean say anything else until you speak up.

“So,” you say quietly, trying to re-break the ice that has apparently just frozen over the lake that is you and Dean. “How are we gonna get this thing out of there?” Dean takes a slow breath.

“Can’t do a hit and run, too out in the open,” he says.

“Then we wait until after closing,” you say, “or we need a distraction.” Dean purses his lips, then turns to look at you, the first time since the incident.

“You could get naked,” he suggests, a charming grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You blink, then can’t help yourself but chuckle.

“You think that would scare people off enough for you to grab grampa's toad cane?” you ask, voice challenging and cheeky. Dean huffs.

“They’d probably be so distracted by you I could break the glass and then do a tap dance number with the thing,” he says. You’re just opening your mouth when the realization that what he’s saying is more a compliment than anything else hits you. You close it again, try to act unaffected, so you turn back to the exhibit.

“Getting arrested for public nudity would almost be worth it to see you tap dance,” you say and Dean chuckles.

“And that is how we end up here today,” the museum guy is finishing up, “with this wonderful artifact of rich history, generously donated by the Ogden family.” He extends his hand in the direction of you and Dean, and most of the people standing around turn too. For whatever reason, Dean responds to the looks by pulling you closer to him. You need to take a small step so you don’t stumble, and irrevocably end up leaning against Dean. You hope the heat you feel rushing to your face isn’t visible from the outside.

“What the hell?” you hear a loud voice behind you, and everyone turns around, “I’m William Ogden’s descendant! Who is this clown?”

To be fair, you understand why someone would mix you up with the couple standing behind you. They’re young and attractive, dressed expensively and standing so close to each other it’s almost a little exhibitionistic. They do look a little douchier than you and Dean do, but then money doesn’t automatically come with good taste.

You and Dean look at each other, before he turns back to the curator.

“Oh, Ogden?” he says, trying to feign surprise. “I thought you said, uhm, Walden. Sorry, this is all a big misunderstanding.” You throw a fake smile at the crowd around you as Dean gently but determinedly begins leading you away. He drops his hand, only to wrap it around yours as you both turn towards the exit. Your skin prickles where he touches it.

It’s no use, of course. Security’s on you immediately.

You pace up and down as much as the small antechamber allows. Every time you make a turn, you have to step over Dean’s extended legs from where he’s sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, staring at the ceiling. He’s opened his bowtie and it’s hanging around his neck, making him look a little too good.

“Look, it happens,” he says as you step over his legs again. “We tried something, didn’t pan out. It’s not the end of the world. When the cops get here, we tell them we’re FBI, make something up. We’ve gotten out of worse situations before.” You make another round.

“It’s not that,” you say, shaking your head a little. You can hear shuffling and when you look back, Dean is standing up.

“What is it?” he asks, frowning, giving you a questioning look. You stop where you are, because if you keep walking you’re gonna need to squeeze past him.

“I just…” you say, crossing your arms in front of you. “I just really could have used a win.” Dean leans against the wall behind him, grinning.

“We got to dress up and there were free drinks,” he says. “That’s a win in my book.” You look down at the floor.

“I’m serious, Dean,” you say. “Everything lately has just been…” You let the sentence taper out, noting how sad it makes you feel.

“Is this about that idiot?” Dean asks, and he doesn’t have to clarify what idiot he’s talking about. You sigh.

“No,” you say, then chew the inside of your lip for a second. “Yes. Maybe.”

“He was a douche,” Dean says, tone unbelieving. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I picked him,” you say, not quite believing that you are having this kind of conversation with Dean, but also unwilling to stop. “What does that say about me?” Dean inclines his head, gives you the seriously? look he does.

“It doesn’t say anything about you,” he says. You tighten your arms around yourself.

“Do you think I seem… unavailable?” you ask. Dean blinks, but then leans back, studies you.

“You’re not looking very inviting right now,” he says and you can’t help but chuckle at that. “But I know getting through those crossed arms is worth it.” You press your lips together, then force yourself to drop your arms.

“I knew he was an ass,” you say, voice quieter, “but at least I knew what kind of ass he was. There were no surprises. No risks. Does that make sense?” Dean purses his beautiful lips, seriously thinks about what to say and it makes your heart beat faster.

“Familiar can be good,” he says finally. “I get the appeal.” You raise your eyebrows.

“But?” you ask, because it sounds like he’s not done. Dean smiles, then pushes himself off the wall, slowly walks towards you, the hard-won distance shrinking like it’s nothing.

“But maybe sometimes it’s worth stepping out of your comfort zone,” Dean continues. You give an unsure laugh as he comes closer, feel the need to bring your arms in front of you again. But at the same time, you don’t want to, so you keep them down.

Dean stops right in front of you, closer than normal conversational distance would allow. He’s studying your face.

“What?” you ask, unsure. Dean thinks for another second before he answers.

“Can I try something?” he asks and you frown a little at him.

“I, uhm, what do you wanna try?” you ask. Dean chuckles.

“Would it kill you just to trust me for a second?” he asks. You shift in place.

“Okay,” you say.

Dean takes another step closer. There’s the instinct to step back, to allow him room, but it’s overridden by the magnetism of his closeness. His eyes drop to your lips as he comes closer and you almost flinch when his hand lands on your waist, moves over it to wrap around your back. Dean lowers his head at the last second.

His lips meet yours, softly, gently. It’s not the electrifying kind of kiss. Instead, it feels like a warm blanket wrapped around you on a cold day. It’s intimate and sweet. It’s a kiss just for the sake of a kiss.

Of course your brain, always one to ruin the fun, suddenly chimes in. Makes you worried. With the strength of an Amazon you bring your hands up before you and gently push them against Dean's chest, making him separate from you.

“What are you doing?” you ask. Dean opens his eyes, because they were closed, because he was kissing you, your brain screams. He blinks at you.

“Ohh boy,” he says with a light twitch of the corners of his mouth. “See, we call this kissing. It's something humans do when they like each other, when they find each other attractive. What do they do on your planet?”

For a second, you just stare at him. You wanna laugh, because it's Dean, because laughing feels like a good thing to do right now. Because laughing could get you out of the immense confusion you're feeling. Instead tears shoot to your eyes and you push Dean further away.

“Don't do that,” you say. “Don't do that, okay? Don't... joke about this.” Dean blinks again, impossibly long lashes meeting his cheeks. He looks at you, now also confused.

“Don't make out with me just because this evening is a bust and you don't think you'll get to take anyone else home tonight,” you explain, steadying your voice.

“That is--” Dean says, pulling his head back a little. “That is not what this is. That is so not what—I’m... Are you serious?”

You raise your hand, pinch the bridge of your nose in the hope you can collect yourself.

“Dean,” you say. “I can't... Please don't do this right now, okay?” You look back up at him. He looks down, then back at your face and he looks... Does he look hurt?

“I'm sorry,” he says “I thought...” He takes a step back, his hands dropping off you, and you hate it.

“I'm sorry,” he says again, not looking at you.

“Look,” you say, “I'm flattered. You're like the most attractive guy I've ever met, and it's not that I'm not interested. I just don't think I have the mental capacity right now to hook up with someone I really like and still keep those two things separate.” You rub your hands over your arms.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asks.

“It means,” you say, “I'm feeling vulnerable and I would probably fall in love with you if you so much as smiled at me one more time. Making out with you is gonna destroy me, Dean.” You try to laugh a little at the end, show that actually this is a huge compliment to him. But Dean still looks confused.

“So you're saying I'm not boyfriend material?” he says and it sounds a little like he's trying not to sound offended. You study his face.

“I think you are,” you say, “that's kind of the problem. I think you are perfect, dreamy boyfriend material. Which is exactly why this is a bad idea.” Dean nods slowly.

“Then let me get this straight,” he says, “you think you might like me if you kiss me, so you shouldn't kiss me in case you do like me.” He nods before he adds: “Which is bad why exactly?”

“Because,” you say, your voice sounding a little lighter, “you're not interested in that. And I will be, ‘cause I'm an emotional mess right now and because you're you.” And because I’ve been thinking about you that way for a long time, a voice inside you says.

Dean thinks for a moment, before a soft smile starts spreading on his lips again. It surprises you, even though you’re happy he doesn’t seem hurt by your words.

“I’m not looking for a hook-up,” he says.

“Right, okay,” you reply with a small laugh, “I get that. You’re saying whatever you would call a night with that woman in the pink dress would be more of an experience than a hook-up.” To your surprise Dean doesn't look like he has any idea what you talking about.

“What woman?” he asks and for a second you think he’s joking, but then you see he’s not.

“In the pink…” you start, then tilt your head. “I’m confused.”

“You’re confused?” Dean asks, giving you an unbelieving look. “Well, join the club.” Your mouth drops open, closes, before you find the words you want to say.

“Are you…” you start, then stop. Dean couldn’t possibly mean…

“I kissed you,” Dean interrupts your train of thought, and you look at him, into those green eyes, “because I’ve been thinking about kissing you for a while now.” Your eyes widen.

“You have?” you ask. Okay. You assumed if Dean was trying to hook up with you tonight it would be out of boredom, maybe annoyance that he might otherwise go home on his own. But he’s saying the exact opposite.

“Yeah,” Dean says, now seeming to become a little nervous. Still, he pushes forward. “But you were dating that asshole, and then you broke up, and you were sad, and that didn’t feel like the right time.” He takes a deep breath, looks at you inquiringly, sees you listening, so he continues.

“And then you asked that stuff about whether you seem unavailable,” he continues, “and I thought… I thought you were trying to give me a hint. Like, make me get a move on.”

“Huh,” you say and Dean makes a grimace that seems to say he agrees.

“Yeah,” he replies, and then you’re both quiet for a moment.

“Well, I wasn’t trying to hint at you,” you say, shrugging. “But I still think you should kiss me again.”

Dean looks disappointed for a second, and then his face lights up. It’s the best thing you’ve ever seen. You don’t need to ask him twice.

He closes the distance between you two and you sling your arms around his shoulders, one hand going to cup his cheek while he pulls you in. And there’s that electricity, that feeling like you stuck your fingers into an outlet, tickling all over your body, only it’s a million times stronger, because it’s Dean you’re kissing.

You want to feel more of him, all of his good, nice, warm presence and Dean seems to think the same, because he pushes you backwards, until your back meets the wall next to the door that leads outside. You grin against him at his eagerness and in response he presses himself against you.

Soon his hands go to your hair, fingertips running into it, then back to your hips, your waist, your lower back, like he’s trying to take in all of you. You don’t mind. You’re busy doing the exact same thing.

When the door suddenly is pulled open, it startles both of you. Your faces break apart, but your bodies stay closely pressed against each other, and you both look to the door.

It’s Sam and Cas. They’re both wearing suits and when they realize what they just walked in on, Sam raises his eyebrows while Castiel actually looks away, like he’s trying to pretend he didn’t see anything.

“There you are,” Dean says, and you realize he sounds a little breathless. “We were waiting for you, where were you?” You look at Dean, but at this absolute lie you look to Sam,try to gauge his reaction.

“Yeah, I can tell,” he says, shaking his head unbelieving.

“What are you doing here?” you quickly ask before the two of them can fall into their usual bickering.

“We didn’t hear back from you,” Sam says, “and there was a call to the police we caught over the scanner. Something about two people faking their identities.” Sam gives both you and Dean a meaningful look.

“We thought we should make sure you two were alright,” Castiel says now, shooting a careful look at you and Dean. “We told them we were FBI and confiscated the cane.” Now it’s your turn to be dumbfounded.

“Wait,” you say, “you can… was that a possibility this whole time?” Sam pulls up his shoulders.

“I suggested that at the beginning,” he says, then raises his head to gesticulate at Dean. “He said there was no way it would work. That we would have to go in undercover.”

You turn your head to Dean just in time to see him shake his head at Sam, like he’s trying to shut his younger brother up. The scheming bastard. Dean looks back at you just as a delighted smile spreads over your face. Dean sees it, and after a second of surprise, one builds on his face too. He turns back to his brother and the angel.

“So you’re saying you got the artifact,” he clarifies, “and everything’s taken care of?” Castiel nods.

“Yes, it’s in the car already,” he confirms. “Both the cane and the metal amphibian.”

“So there’s nothing we really need to be doing now?” Dean asks, and you wonder where the hell he is going with this.

“Well, we need to get it to Crowley,” Sam says, “but that’s—”

“Sounds like something you two can take care of,” Dean says, and then he gives a placating smile before he leans over, reaches for the door knob. Sam and Castiel have to step back a little bit when Dean starts pulling closed the door, but they are apparently so surprised that they don't question it.

“Sounds like you don’t need us,” Dean says and he turns back to you before the door falls shut with a click. “Where were we?”

You can’t help but laugh, but that doesn’t stop Dean from diving in, pressing his lips against yours and bringing you as close to him as possible.

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gravitate ft. miya atsumu

wc: 2.2k part 2 of 2

part 1

contents/warnings: fwb dynamic, a lil bit of jealousyyy <3, angst to fluff, suggestive but sfw, she/her! reader, referred to as girlfriend, wife, reader has minor social anxiety

Atsumu thinks he did the right thing. 

It’s the truth after all, that even if he got a committed partner now, he wouldn’t be able to give them the time and attention they deserve. 

It’s the responsible thing to do. 

Never mind the fact that he’s fallen absolutely head over heels for you. It’s okay, though, because you had always seemed so on board with casual. At the end of the day, he’d only be hurting himself by getting more involved with you; you were the better one at drawing boundaries and saying goodbye.

Yet, after that night, he’s never been more grateful for a lull in the season, a brief break before the games begin again. He could dedicate time to practicing and conditioning and more importantly, no games meant no afterparties for him to give himself the wrong idea.

The idea that you might also have feelings for him. 

It’s wishful thinking right? He’s reading into the fact that you asked if he could wear his jersey right? Logically, he couldn’t stop you from wearing it, so why did you ask? Some roundabout way of asking if that would give all your friends the wrong idea? Of course it would. They would never miss out on a chance to clown him. 

All to say, the break in the season gives him some time away from you.

It’s all completely ironic though because all it does is gives him nothing but more time to think about you. The longer his runs are, the more time his brain has to drift to thoughts of you. At the gym, every rest interval between sets is spent remembering your smell, taste, sounds. And rest days, rest days were the worst. 

The time passes excruciatingly slowly and quickly at the same time until the season picks up and your unsaid meeting time comes around again. 

– 

A part of him had expected that you might not show up to the after-game party after what had gone down between the two of you. 

That’s if you even see what happened as note-worthy. 

So when you show up, laughing it up and enjoying yourself like nothing happened, he’s convinced that he did indeed make the right decision. This is and always has been casual to you, like what was agreed upon. It’s like a stab in the chest, but a foolish part of him thinks that means maybe the two of you will casually be drawn together at some point tonight and he’d be able to take you home and get the small piece of you he sees as his. 

But, damn, he had missed you. He can’t help the way his eyes drift to you every 5 minutes to see when he’ll finally be able to catch you alone. 

Typically, it wouldn’t take long, since he knows you tend to run low on social battery within a couple minutes of mingling. But tonight, you’re like a different person, talking and drinking all night. Every time he looks over at you, you’re a part of some circle of friends laughing like you’ve been friends forever. 

As the night drags on, Atsumu gets antsy, glancing over every other minute. He finally catches you when you break away from your group. 

“Hey,” he says, hoping he sounds significantly less – just less – than how he actually feels. “I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to you all night, miss Popular.” 

You raise a brow at him. 

“I haven’t seen you talk to this many people ever,” he jokes. 

You give him a weak smile at that. “So you think catching me during my one and only break is gonna win you any favors?” 

He relaxes a bit at the quip. “My company should count as a break.” 

You laugh and he grins back. At long last, the sound he’d been wanting to hear all night. Not aimed at some stranger, not the forced robotic sounds he knows you offer out of politeness. He’s about to throw his arm around you and lead you to someplace quiet when you seem to catch the eye of someone you know. You wave them over and he suppresses a groan. 

How many more minutes until he can have you to himself? 

A girl he dimly recognizes from some other gatherings wanders over to the two of you and Atsumu’s eyes narrow a fraction when you take half a step back to let her get closer to him. 

“Atsumu, this is Yukie. Yuki, this is Atsumu.” 

“Hi! Nice to meet you!” She comes in for a hug and almost instinctively, Atsumu shifts his body to turn it into a side hug. He pats once at her shoulder before pulling away but she keeps her hold around his side for one second too long to be friendly. 

“Well then,” he hears you say. His gaze whips to you, like knows what you’re about to do and can’t believe you’re doing it. “I’ll leave you kids to talk alone. I need to take a bathroom break. Don’t have too much fun!” 

Don’t have too much fun? He mocks you in his mind. Could you make it any more obvious? 

Atsumu pries the hand from his side off, intent on chasing you but Yukie steps in his path, starting to chat up a storm, leaving Atsumu frustrated but trying not to be rude. Something akin to rage starts to fill up in his gut, clouding his brain with impatience to end this conversation already and find you to figure out the what fuck your intentions are here.

He finally got one moment, just one moment alone with you after weeks of nothing and you just pass it off to someone else like you don’t give a damn. 

It takes several reassurances that he’d be seeing her again at other mutual friends’ gatherings to break away, and he immediately weaves through the crowd to find you. Fuck subtlety and whatever cat-and-mouse bullshit the two of you used to play.

He half expects you to have gone home; he could feel the social exhaustion oozing out of you in waves even in the couple of minutes he did manage to get with you. So imagine Atsumu’s surprise when he does indeed find you still present, chatting up Tobio-kun of all people. Sure, being high school friends with Shoyo-kun means you had the same relationship with Tobio, but why the fuck do you have a hand on his shoulder, doubling over with laughter as if listening to Tobio’s jokes made your whole night of small talk worth it. 

The red hot feeling bubbles over, and before he knows what he’s doing, he stomps over to rip your arm off Tobio’s shoulder. 

“What? You just pawn me off to some other girl so you can go off and find someone else for tonight?” 

Tobio, bless his heart, with all his social ineptitude picks up the cues and makes himself scarce. 

You shake Atsumu’s searing grip from your wrist and put some space between you two, but he’s not having it. He steps even closer, backing you up until you hit the wall. Suddenly, the hallway seems too empty, too quiet. Atsumu doesn’t hear anything over the roaring in his ears anyway. 

You only look at him for a moment before closing your eyes and turning away. “What are you talking about, Atsumu? It's not that seri-” 

“It is and you fuckin’ know it.” 

“Atsumu, I don’t think this is the place to talk about this– ” 

“So come over to mine. Let’s talk.” 

“Atsumu…” 

“Please,” he’s damn near begging, one degree from being on his knees.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

He grabs your chin and forces you to look right into his eyes. “And why not? I think we both know something happened tonight that we need to talk about.” 

“Tonight?” you echo. You slap his hands away and shove at his chest, forcing him half a step back. “Something happened last time too and you didn’t seem to wanna talk about it then. Well, now it’s my turn to tell you. Nothing happened tonight, so there’s nothing to talk about.” 

His chest aches, so much so that he can’t get any words out as he processes what you’ve just said. So he didn’t do the right thing after all. 

The aching intensifies hearing you refer to whatever went down tonight between you two as “nothing.” 

He takes a deep, heavy inhale before eking out, “don’t say that, baby. I’m sorry. Can we please talk about this?” 

“I don’t want to. In fact, Atsumu, I don’t think we should-” see each other anymore. 

“No,” he cuts you off. “Whatever it is you’re about to say, my answer is no and that’s final.” 

“And what I want doesn’t matter?”

“It does! But I won't allow you to make that decision for us until we talk properly.” 

“I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you anymore.” 

“Just-” 

What should he say? What can he say? He’s running out of words to convince you and you’re not budging. It’s pure panic that arises in his throat when he watches you desperately try to pry his fingers off your wrist. 

He grips tighter. He has a feeling that if he gives up now, it would be that easy for you to venture beyond his reach. You’d never come to another one of these gatherings. Maybe he’d get a glimpse of you at a game against Tobio, you wearing an Adlers jersey with a #20 printed in the back and fuck- 

That’s such a terrible image, he almost feels like physically doubling over to soothe the stabbing jealousy in his chest. 

“I love you,” he utters out. 

“What?” 

His forehead comes down to rest on yours, pouring out his entire being into those three words again. “I love you.” 

“Atsumu! That is not casual!” you whisper urgently. 

He can’t help but laugh. It’s a mixture of relief that the confession has finally freed itself from the confines of his ribcage and at your alarmed but adorably frank comment. 

“No,” he agrees. “It’s not.” 

“So then… why did you… that night…” 

“That night, I was an idiot that didn’t realize how much I felt for you. I took for granted that I’d always be able to see you again like this and have you like I always have. But I don’t wanna live on hope or ‘next time’ anymore. I wanna know that I can and when I will see you again.” 

Foreheads still pressed against another, he leaves you with nowhere to run. You close your eyes. He does too. 

“So will you please come home with me so we can figure this out together?” 

Much like that very first night at the bar, you waver between going back out to the party or staying with him. He sees the indecision in your eyes and for those few moments, he walks on a tightrope and you hold the scissors. 

“Okay,” you whisper, so quiet it barely makes a sound. 

–

“Missed you so damn much.” 

“Atsumu, wait-” 

It’s immediate when his door swings open. Suddenly, you’re pressed against the wall and the door slams shut. Atsumu pushes closer one leg forcefully opening yours up and picking you up by the thighs. With nowhere to run, you wrap your legs around his waist and open up for Atumu to deepen the kiss. 

“Thought we were gonna talk,” he hears you say between breaths. 

“Later,” he rasps, kissing you harder and starting to rock his hips against you. “Missed you so fuckin’ much.” 

“Me too,” you admit quietly and that’s all you get to say before you succumb to his desperation. 

– 

“You know,” you say, much later that night as you rest your cheek on his chest. “You still owe me an explanation. Just ‘cause we slept together doesn’t mean I totally forgive you.” 

Atsumu considers making a quip about how you being here with him, drawing indiscernible patterns on his torso with your finger, wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed, smelling like him is making it look pretty good for him, but he figures he flew way to close to the sun for today. 

“I know. And I promise we’ll talk more. No more dinin’ and dashin’ in the mornin’, yeah?” 

You consider this for a moment, before propping both arms on his chest and resting your head on your fists thoughtfully. 

He thinks it's the cutest thing he’s ever seen. 

“Just so I don’t misunderstand anything again-”

“You’re not misunderstanding anything, I promise.”

“I know, but I have to hear it.” 

“Will you be my wife?” 

“Atsumu!” 

“Okay, okay sorry. We’ll do that later then. Can we start with girlfriend?” 

“Hmm… I’ll need to think about it. Not sure how I feel about a guy who goes straight to home plate before he even takes me out to dinner.” 

“Y’know what, now that you mention it, I don’t know how I feel about a girl who goes home with a guy she just met-” 

“Shut up.” you snort and something’s definitely not right because every sound you make is the most adorable thing. He swears he’s got hearts in his eyes.

“And ‘Tsumu?” 

Lovestruck, he croons, “yeah, darlin’?” 

“I’d love to be your fiance.” 

“That’s my girl.”

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Castiel comes to Sam for advice about his crush on Dean but he obfuscates who he's talking about successfully because Sam doesn't know just how much he and Dean hang out without him.

Dean, obliquely trying to come out to Sam during a conversation about settling down: besides who would even want to date me long term. Cas is the closest thing I've had to a girlfriend in years.

Sam, casual and oblivious: I think Cas has a boyfriend.

Dean:...What????

Sam: yeah he told me about him. He's like a drummer or something, travels cross country a lot. I thought you knew? It's pretty serious, they've been together like 8 years I think?

Dean, seething with jealousy and horror: What's he like? Have you met him? What the fuck??

Sam, delighted to have more info on Cas than Dean does for once: Cas really didn't tell you? Well I guess that makes sense. I've always thought he and I share a more profound bond.

Dean: Sam.

Sam: Okay, okay. I haven't met him but from what Cas says, he's like, a real dork. Won't let anyone touch his CD collection, always brings up movie references no one has ever heard of- although it is Cas, who knows what his scale of normal movies is. He's good with kids, apparently.

Dean: sounds annoying.

Sam: ha! That's funny. I said he sounded like you, and Cas gave me a death stare. Yeah just like that one.

Dean: what does Cas want with a normie guy like that? And why didn't he tell me? There's gotta be something going on with this dude. This whole thing stinks. And - wait. Hold the phone. Cas is gay????

Sam: dude, you've met Cas, right?

Dean: shut up!!!! Keep talking. Where can I find this sonofabitch and how can we find out his intentions

Sam: well according to Cas he intends to be [cas impression] 'adorable and infuriating at the same time and succeeds on both counts'. Cas seems pretty happy with the guy, I think we should just be happy for him.

Dean, heartbroken and hiding it gruffly: yeah. I'm fucking ecststic.

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Hey so i was wondering if you had any Kid!Fics that weren’t Mpreg or omega verse more like there is a child and now Dean and Cas are taking care of the child together and fall in love in the process. I love your page thank you

Hey! Glad you're enjoying our blog🩵 Here are a few we could remember:

A Fine Romance by DragonSgotenks (Explicit, 54k words)

Castiel was one of those Parents the other teachers referred to as a "hot mess" but Dean just thought he was hot, even if he did come off as kind of a dick sometimes. When an accident lands him in the ER Dean comes face to face with his biggest crush when he discovers Cas is his nurse. It seems like fate that he manages to strike up a friendship with the father of some of his favorite students. But with Castiel still bitter over the way his ex used him up and then left him with nothing but 3 young kids to raise on his own he may be guarding his heart with too much caution to let someone new in. Dean will have to find a way to thaw the ice around Cas' heart or risk letting his chance at happiness slip through his fingers.

Baby Whispering by EllenOfOz (Mature, 9k words)

When Castiel's babysitter falls through, he has no choice but to take Claire to class with him. But as it turns out, Dr. Winchester isn't so upset about a disruption to his class.

life as we know it by yolock (Explicit, 92k words)

The first time Dean and Castiel ever agree on something happens when when their shared best friend Kelly asks them to be the godparents for her baby. Being a godparent is mostly babysitting occasionally and buying gifts on birthdays, but then Kelly dies on a car accident, leaving her three year old son Jack with no one but his godparents to take care of him. Despite not liking each other at all, the two men take the responsibility left for them on paper, and find themselves on a situation neither of them had prepared for, co-parenting a three year old. As they learn to take care of a toddler together, they learn a lot about themselves and about each other. It's definitely not an easy ride, but it eventually leads to something neither of them saw coming: a family.

let's take a drive by sobsicles (Explicit, 121k words)

Dean takes a really, really long drive to kick fear in the ass. It might just be the best thing he ever decides to do. ~~~ The seat squeaks, and Dean follows the sound, his gaze trailing down. There—where Jack sat moments ago—is a much tinier version of him. He looks mostly the same, just...smaller and more dimply and cuter, if that's possible. His clothes have shrunk to fit him, so he's casually sitting in a t-shirt, jeans, and scuffed tennis shoes. He swings his feet from side-to-side over the edge of Baby's seat the same way Sam used to in the back, and he stares up at Dean with clear eyes.  "Oh," Dean blurts out, eyes bulging, "Cas is going to fucking kill me." 

Light Me Up by tricia_16 (Explicit, 195k words)

Five years after participating in a life-changing threesome with his then-girlfriend and her friend Cas, Dean's single, comfortably bisexual, and has everything he's ever wanted except for that special someone to share his life with. When tragedy strikes, he and Cas are reunited in an unexpected way, and a split-second decision entangles their lives in ways neither of them could have predicted…

Surprises by TessAlyn (Explicit, 32k words)

Castiel and Dean don't have much in common. Dean plays football; Cas watches nature films. Dean wears jeans and flannel; Cas prefers button-ups and waistcoats. Yet somehow, they become friends. And when Cas' brother suddenly leaves an unexpected surprise on their doorstep, the strength of their friendship, and what they mean to each other, is tested like never before.

Swan Upon Leda by kelsstiel (Explicit, 174k words)

Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.

The guy next door by Castielific (Explicit, 61k words)

When Dean Smith quit his job at Sandover, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. He definitely didn't plan for his hippie neighbor and his four years old kid to make him question everything he thought he knew about himself. The neighbors to friends to lovers fic you never asked for, along with some cute baby!Jack

The Shawnee Trail by emmbrancsxx0 (Explicit, 166k words)

In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.

We Are by lotrspnfangirl (Explicit, 50k words)

When Dean broke things off with Castiel, right after graduation, he hadn’t anticipated the long term effect it would have. He’d done this, he ruined things, and he deserved to be punished. Despite trying to move on, he found himself at the bottom of a bottle more often than not. When Lisa took their son, Ben, away - well, he had nothing to keep him going. Castiel packed his broken heart across the country, swept up with a woman who only loved him for what he could give and another who treated his friendship as gold. When Kelly left him, leaving him broken once more, he threw himself into raising his son, Jack, and letting him know how loved he was. When a broken teenager came into his life, he absorbed Claire into his family and took a chance, moving back home to the small town life, for a better chance for them all.

Also, the Dadstiel Bang starts posting on August 26th, so you might find more fics there. And we also have a "as parents" tag that might interest you.

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James & Camille: Splitsville By: Leilani Stafford

Los Angeles, CA - After eight months together, we can confirm that singer James Lucas and his supermodel girlfriend, Camille Lefevre, have called it quits. Rumors of their split began circulating weeks ago when eagle-eyed fans noticed that Camille had removed several photos of Jameson from her social media.

Sources close to the pair say the breakup wasn’t unexpected. It had been a long time coming. “Their careers were pulling them in different directions and they just weren’t the same people they were when they first got together.” one insider claimed.

However, another source claims that Lucas' lingering feelings for singer Imani made things more difficult for the couple. "He and Imani never really got over one another. The relationship was doomed the second Imani showed up at that album release party."

While neither Jameson nor Camille has publicly commented on the split, Camille was recently spotted in New York, looking unbothered and radiant, while Jameson has been promoting his platinum-selling double album Midnight & Dawn. Only time will tell if the two remain friends or if this marks a clean break for both. For now, it seems like the couple is officially turning the page.

Dr. Regina Drake had seen this before. The distance, the silence. The tension humming in the air like an unspoken challenge.

James Lucas and Imani St. Cirie sat on her couch, separated by inches that felt like miles. Referred to her quite by accident, she only knew of them vaguely as celebrities. They weren't the first to sit on her couch and wouldn't be the last. Dr. Drake took them in with a measured gaze -- Imani's arms were crossed, her body language defensive, his jaw tight with something she suspected was anxiety. Jameson, on the other hand, sat upright, his hands pressed to his knees -- grounding himself and seemingly eager to begin.

She had learned, over the years, that couples rarely entered therapy at the moment they truly needed it. Most waited. Let things fester. And when they finally walked through her door, they weren’t looking for guidance -- they were looking for proof. Proof that they were right. Proof that the other was wrong. Proof that the love between them, in whatever shape it had morphed into, was still worth fighting for.

She set her notepad on her lap and offered them both a small smile. “I know this is your first session together,” she began, her voice even, intentional. “And I also know couples therapy can be uncomfortable. Sometimes even intimidating. But we are all here for one reason: to help your relationship thrive. Let's begin.”

The session had started out tense, but controlled. Now, it was unraveling. Jameson had asserted Imani didn't trust him. She insisted that she did. And it had all gone left then. Petty arguments about who said what erupted -- now they were silent. A cold war emerging.

Jameson leaned back against the couch, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched. Imani sat beside him, her legs crossed and gaze pinned across the room -- anywhere but on him. Composed as ever, Dr. Drake carefully watched them.

Imani broke the silence, her voice strained. “I just don't think we need to go that far back. We here for what's happening between us now. Why you gotta tell her everything?”

Jameson exhaled through his nose. “Because we don’t actually talk about the real problems. We just—” He shook his head, glancing at Imani. “We distract ourselves.”

Imani’s brows furrowed. “What the fuck that mean?”

“You know what it mean,” he said, looking at her now. “Every time we fight, we don’t actually deal with it. When we have an issue, we glaze right over that shit. And you know how. We use each other as a distraction. You distract me.”

Imani scoffed, folding her arms. “Why you makin it sound like we do it on purpose? Like I'm some kind of… temptation you can’t resist?”

Jameson didn’t answer immediately, but the muscle in his jaw ticked.

Dr. Drake took a note. “Jameson, are you saying intimacy has become a way to avoid deeper issues?”

He dragged a hand over his face, exhaling. “Yeah.”

Imani let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “So, what? This my fault now? I’m just some… distraction keeping you from focusing?”

Jameson sighed, frustration clear. “That’s not what I said.”

Dr. Drake stepped in before the tension rose any higher. “Jameson, do you feel like that you both fail to meet each other's emotional needs outside of physical intimacy?”

Jameson hesitated, the answer in his eyes but it was as if he didn't want to say it out loud. “Yeah. We both got issues. I'm working on mine. Imani has her own issues.”

Imani turned to him sharply. “Really, Jamie? I got issues?”

Jameson held her gaze, unflinching. “Yes. You do. Just like I do. Look how you refuse to admit that we're running in circles. Love each other, get mad, fuck up, break up. It happen over and over. And if we not starting from the root and figuring it out, it's gonna happen again."

Dr. Drake, once again, observed carefully. “It sounds like both of you have grievances, but neither feel fully heard.”

Imani turned her attention to Dr. Drake. “Okay, so what? What you trying to say? Break up?”

Dr. Drake remained unbothered by the sharpness in Imani’s tone. “I’m saying you should both ask yourselves if this is a relationship you truly want to be in.”

A charged silence followed. Jameson's eyes were wide but there didn't seem to be a question there. Imani seemed to get more agitated by the suggestion. Neither one of them wanted to be apart -- that much was clear.

Imani let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “Wow. Look at the damn therapist you brought me to. That's her good advice. 'Break up'”

Dr. Drake clasped her hands. “It isn't an easy question but a necessary one.”

Imani’s expression shifted, irritation morphing into something more defensive. “Right. And I bet you love saying shit like that, don’t you? Like some kind of relationship grim reaper.”

Jameson sighed, rubbing his temple. “Baby—”

Imani wasn’t done. “This is our first session, and she already pushing for us to think about breaking up? What kind of therapist do that?”

Dr. Drake remained calm, unaffected by the outburst. “A therapist who wants to help you both understand what you truly want. If your relationship is built on sexual attraction and avoidance, you need to ask yourselves if it’s something you’re willing to fix or if you’re just prolonging the inevitable.”

Imani scoffed. “That’s bullshit.”

Jameson sighed, looking at Dr. Drake apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

Imani turned to him with disbelief. “You serious? You apologizing to her?”

Jameson met her gaze, tired but firm. “Yeah. She’s just doing her job like we asked her to do and you ain't listening.”

"She tellin' you to leave me, Jay!" "That's not what she said!"

Imani’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, it looked like she might say something else. Instead, she leaned back against the couch, arms still folded, lips pressed together.

Dr. Drake watched them both before speaking again. “I know this is difficult. But therapy isn’t about choosing a side. It’s about honesty. And sometimes, honesty is...difficult”

Neither Jameson nor Imani responded.

Dr. Drake clicked her pen open and leaned forward. “So, let’s try again. Do you want to fix this, or are you afraid of what it’ll take to do so?”

The front door clicked shut behind Jameson as he stepped into the house. The tension he'd left behind remained even if the room were dark. He let out a slow breath, his body still humming with the leftover frustration from their fight. His anger had taken him out of Brooklyn and deep into Bushwick before he realized the sun was setting. By the time he picked up pizza, caught the train back to Brooklyn, and made it to the brownstone he owned -- it was dark.

The silence in the house felt heavier than before, thick and suffocating, but this time, it wasn’t fueled by anger. It was waiting—holding something unspoken. He had no idea if she was still there or if she'd let anger carry her away just as he had. His footsteps slowed as he put the pizza down.

There was movement behind him and he turned, expecting to hear anger but there was just silence. Imani was still on the couch, curled up with her knees pulled to her chest. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, her head resting against the cushions. She sat up, her face moving into the moonlight shining in from the window. Her face was softer now, less defensive.

“You got food?” Her voice was quiet, hesitant.

Jameson nodded. “I told you I would. Did you eat?”

She shook her head, chewing on her lip. “I wasn’t hungry.”

"Come eat." He told her softly, tapping his hand against the box. He turned to head down the hall leading up to his bedroom but she spoke again and stopped him in his tracks.

"I'm sorry." she said, voice barely above a whisper. She walked over hesitantly as if testing the distance between them. Her fingers twitched before she finally reached out, smoothing them down his arm.

Jameson exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable as he turned back to face her. “For which part? Accusing me of fucking therapist or...”

“For all of it. For shutting down. For being defensive. For saying that shit.” she stopped, shook her head. “I just -- I didn’t like how it felt in therapy. But that’s not an excuse for how I acted.”

Jameson nodded, letting her words sit between them. He lifted his hand and traced his fingers over her wrist, a silent acknowledgment that he accepted her apology, before pulling away. “We can’t do this, Mani,” he said, voice low but firm. “We can’t keep having the same fights, the same patterns, and just act like shit’s gonna fix itself.”

“I know,” she admitted. “I just didn’t like hearing some stranger tell us we might not be good for each other.”

Jameson ran a hand over his face. “It’s not about her. It’s about us actually facing our issues. We sit in that room, lay everything out, and then we gotta do the work. Not just brush past it like we always do.”

Imani swallowed hard, shaking her head. “I just don’t wanna lose you. I love you.”

The raw honesty in her words was evident and for a moment -- his heart melted. Jameson didn't hesitate to gather her in his arms, pressing a kiss to her head as she hugged him tightly. "I love you too. I'm not going anywhere, baby. I swear." He leaned back to meet her gaze, something raw flickering in his eyes. “But we gotta be better. No more shutting down. No more throwing shots when we’re mad. No more pretending things don’t hurt when they do.”

She nodded slowly, then lifted her chin -- wordlessly asking for a kiss. This time, he gave it to her. He weaved his fingers through her hair, grounding them both in the weight of what they had and what they still had to fight for. “Okay,” she whispered against his lips, nodding. "We can try therapy again."

Fear made her heart thud in her chest but there was no other option. They stood together in his kitchen, kissing and whispering promises to each other that they hoped like hell they'd be able to keep.

[castlevera]

Happy pride month!

Here's a list of canon LGBTQIA+ characters of media i like

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Dylan Lenivy + Ryan Erzahler — The Quarry

Dylan has a crush on Ryan and talks about it multiple times in the game. Ryan has two romantic interests, Dylan and Kaitlyn. Dylan was confirmed gay by a creator of the game and Ryans sexuality is not explicitly stated, but the two romantic interest options suggest he's bisexual. They can kiss as a dare in truth or dare.

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Erin Keenan + Jamie Tiergan — The Dark Pictures Anthology: The Devil in Me

Erin and Jamie are canonically sapphic. They both have mutual feelings for each other. In the game, they can flirt with each other, they can kiss each other and they can end up in a relationship by the end.

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Bonnie Rivera — The Casting of Frank Stone

Bonnie is implied to be a lesbian, but is at least canonically sapphic. In the 1980 universe, Bonnie shows clear interest in another female character. They were supposed to have a kiss scene, but it was cut out of the game. In that scene, Bonnie also talks about how she started a band to get girls and had a girlfriend in that band. In the 2024 universe, Bonnie is married to a woman and they even have a daughter together.

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Finn — Danger Force

In the scene above, Finn comes out as transgender and the term transgender is even explained perfectly about a minute later. This episode airs on tv with no additional issues.

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Firestarter (Flint Bonpyre) + Pacesetter (Graham Ness Payser) — Toontown: Corporate Clash

The images above are canon, the creators have confirmed that they are in a relationship. In the first image, you can see Flint clearly wearing a pride pin while they are hanging out. The second image is hung up on Graham's room. The third image is a Happy Pride art post from the creators. The fourth image is a screenshot of the game, advertising their plushies being sold together during pride month last year to support Gay + Lesbian Youth Services, They both also have dialogue lines that mention each other.

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Amity Blight + Luz Noceda — The Owl House

Amity and Luz get in a relationship together in the show. Both their sexualities have been confirmed by the creator, Amity is a lesbian and Luz is bisexual. In the show, Luz shows interest in both male and female characters. Luz is also very androgynous, shown in the show when she decides to wear a suit jacket with a skirt at grom (prom), but her being genderqueer is not confirmed.

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Hunter + Willow Park — The Owl House

Hunter is bisexual and Willow is pansexual. Their sexualities were confirmed on a livestream the creator made. They are in a relationship together.

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Raine Whispers — The Owl House

Raine whispers is confirmed non-binary. In the show, everyone uses they/them to refer to them. They are also voiced by a non-binary voice actor. Unfortunately, in some language translations they get misgendered. Extra Funfact: On my signed TOH poster, Raine's actor signed with an additional "♡ Trans rights!!! ♡"

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Lilith Clawthorne — The Owl House

Lilith is aroace. It was very implied during a livestream the creator made. In that livestream, she talks about how someone gave her a bouquet of spiders (would be flowers in the real world), but she was completely uninterested and says she has never been interested in things like that. In the show, she never shows interest in anyone romantically and she is happy without anyone else.

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Eda Clawthorne — The Owl House

Eda has a bisexual flag on her "cheats box". In the show, she never cares about anyones gender regarding anything.

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Lauren Bloom — New Amsterdam

Lauren is bisexual. In the show, she shows interest in both male and female characters. In one of the first episodes, a casual relationship with her male colleague is mentioned, she also expresses interest in women in one line and later in the show she gets a girlfriend.

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Iggy Frome + Martin McIntyre — New Amsterdam

Iggy and Martin are both gay, they are a married couple and even have a few adopted children. Unfortunately, towards the end of the show, they get a few problems in their relationship.

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Van Palmer + Taissa Turner — Yellowjackets

Van and Tai are both presented as lesbians. Their sexualities are not confirmed, but they are at least sapphic. They were in a relationship together while in the teen timeline and get back together in the adult timeline. There's a scene of them coming out by kissing each other and the rest of the characters did not have any negative remarks about them being queer and even cheered.

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Shauna Shipman + Melissa — Yellowjackets

Shauna is implied to be bisexual. Her character is very complex. In the show, it is implied that she was in love with her best friend Jackie, and they even made out during slumber parties. Later in the show, Shauna gets a girlfriend for a few episodes. In the adult timeline, she is married to a man.

Melissa's sexuality is not confirmed, but she is definitely sapphic. In the teen timeline, she develops a crush for Shauna and they get together for a few episodes. In the adult timeline, Melissa is married to a woman and they have an adopted child and are happy together.

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Ben Scott — Yellowjackets

Ben is gay. In the show, he has a boyfriend who is shown in one or two flashback scenes. There's multiple scenes of Ben telling other characters that he is gay.

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Asher Wolke + Jerome Martel — The Good Doctor

Asher and Jerome are both gay. In the show, they get in a relationship together. They fight sometimes, but they have an overall good relationship. They were both planning to propose to each other at the same time, without the other knowing.

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Sydney Novak — I Am Not Okay with This

Sydney is a bisexual in the comic, but her sexuality is not so clear in the Netflix series. She hooks up with her male friend, but realizes she does not have true feelings for him because she's still in love with her best friend Dina. She attempts to kiss Dina at a house party, which makes Dina end up confused. At the end of the first season, Dina and Sydney dance together at the school dance, implying their feelings are mutual.

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Kaoru Kurita — Wonder Egg Priority

Kaoru is transgender. He wears a baseball cap to hide his long hair and his jacket is the same colors as the trans pride flag. Unfortunately, he is stuck in a girls-only world, but he says multiple times he is a boy during the episode.

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Birdetta — Mario Franchise

Birdetta is transgender. In her description above, it says she thinks she is a girl and would rather be called Birdetta. You can also see that she's wearing a bow, which is something female characters often have, especially in kids content.

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Adam Kay — This Is Going to Hurt

Adam is gay. He has a boyfriend, who can be seen in a few scenes in the show. His sexuality is not mentioned much during the show.

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Gilbert Park + Harvey Park — The Owl House

Gilbert and Harvey are achillean, as they are married together. They are very happy together and have a daughter.

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Boscha's moms — The Owl House

this was just a flashback and they are only on screen for like 5 seconds, but they both have features Boscha ends up having, which tells us Boscha has two moms, making them sapphic.

[petiteclover]

Lyle, Erik, Diane Vandermolen, and Kathleen Vandermolen during a birthday celebration, ca. 1976.

“She also talked about an incident with her cousins of sexual behavior in which they interacted with her and she went away with a feeling that these boys had been through this before that they were experienced.”

“Now when you say with her cousins you’re talking about Lyle and Erik?”

“Yes.”

“And are you referring to the incident that she testified to here in court about there’s one incident where they tied her up and attempted to take her blouse off and another incident where, in which Lyle makes some aggressive sexual moves toward her in front of the television set?”

“Yes.”

“What was the significance of those events to you with regard to Lyle Menendez?”

“Well I think that the most significant is her sense that Lyle especially had, was experienced, that he had done this before this wasn’t a fresh kid doing it for the first time. So I think it suggests, it’s not diagnostic but it’s suggestive of prior sexual experience on Lyle’s part.”

“And at the age that this behavior was taking place this is before his first girlfriend is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“And do you draw any conclusions with regard to information Lyle Menendez gave you as to where he got the prior experience?”

“It is consistent with his description of his sexual interaction or sexual abuse by his mother.”

“Do you have any other information of sexual contact prior to the incident with Diane, with anyone other than his mother or his father?”

“No.”

— Testimony of Psychologist Dr. John Conte regarding the sexual abuse of Lyle Menendez by his mother and the ways in which it manifested itself

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“Was there another incident that happened in front of the television set?”

“Yes, with Lyle and I.”

“And was this in the morning? in the afternoon? the evening? When was it?”

“It was at nighttime.”

“He was fourteen years old at this time, is that correct?”

“Yes, approximately.”

“What room were you in?”

“We were in the tv room, the family room that’s off the kitchen.”

“Was anybody else there at the time?”

“Erik was upstairs in his bed asleep, as far as we knew.”

“And where were Kitty and José?”

“They were out for the evening.”

“And where in the tv room were you and Lyle?”

“We were both laying down and watching a movie, right in front of the tv.”

“And were you lying next to each other?”

“Yes, parallel to each other.”

“And what happened?”

“Um.. without any words being spoken… um Lyle climbed on top of me and began fondling my breasts.”

“And what did you do?”

“I froze because I had no idea how to handle this because I was surprised. I didn’t invite it, provoke it, entice it… it just came.”

“And what did you do? Did you stop it?”

“Yes I did. It stopped.”

“Did you yell at him? Or move?”

“I believe I just moved and he knew that… to stop.”

“And did it ever happen again?”

“No.”

— Direct examination of Diane Vandermolen ( Lyle & Erik’s cousin ) with Lyle’s attorney Jill Lansing about Lyle’s inappropriate sexual behavior as a fourteen year old

[vanitythevantropist]

Mkay so it took me way too long but I have finally created new art :3 (I finished these a while ago and forgot to post them but SHHHHH)

Anyways, these characters are from my absolute favourite and most well developed story in the roster; Stones of Gold. The love I have for thus story and its characters cannot be put into words. They are my everything

Anyways, here they are :3

Characters featured (left-right): Zepsun and Casaraua

Cas is the main POV character of SoG and I love him to death, he’s one of my favourite characters in all of my stories😭 He was raised on a farm by his mom after his dad left her (he left because Cas is what is known as a Rune Shifter which I’ll explain later). He’s not the best with social interaction due to never having interacted much. He’s very shy and afraid of everything, even though he literally had super strength. He becomes the newest member of the main group behind the next guy

Zep, fun fact, is actually a minor antagonist in the beginning👀 He joins the main group last because of issues. Anyways, he was taken under some emperor’s wing after the guy saves him from slavery as a child which totally fucked with his psyche (as it should). Zep’s pretty closed off and tends to get defensive. He fears anyone who can beat him in a fight. He is also a rune shifter

They become very gay later on

Characters featured (left-right): Chryo and Cyruss

I fucking love Chryo to death, she’s just so fun. She is a TANK of a woman (and a Rune Shifter as well). I’d say she’s pretty motherly and sweet when interacting with people she likes but, when you threaten someone she loves, she’ll become your worst nightmare. She’s determined as fuck and very snarky, especially to her boyfriend. She was the first to join the group (AKA she created it LMAO)

Cyruss canonically has gigantism, making him very tall👀 He’s Chryo’s girlfriend and is definitely the more mellow of the two. He’s a musician (haven’t named or drawn the instrument yet but it’s kinda like a guitar/banjo hybrid Ig???) and enjoys his more gothic music n stuff like that (I imagine his music to sound like The Awakening or Miracle of Sound, or both) He’s a bit scary to many due to his quieter nature and darker colours, but he’s a very nice and chill guy with a lot of good advice to share. Like his girlfriend, he definitely knows how to fight :3 He joined the group second, though the last two basically joined with him so (The group as in the friend/rogue group, btw). Heis not a shifter

Characters featured (left-right): Drélan and Mitzen

Drélan is an ex knight who left due to disagreeing with his king. He had since become close friends with a viking, a gothic musician and an assassin (as well as a traumatised gay man and a farmer boy later on, obviously). He’s a very kind and selfless person who takes no bullshit from anyone every. This dude will literally stand between you and god. He sorta becomes a father figure to Cas in the story and they do strong man stuff together (like fix carts and talk about animals, obviously)

Mitzen is an ex assassin, leaving her guild for similar reasons to Drélan. They were once on opposing sides but became good and loyal friends once they both left their groups. She’s a ‘tough love’ kinda gal, shoving her friends into situations whether they like it or not. Like Zep, she’s pretty closed off but she’s definitely calmer and more composed than he is (due to being older and more mature)

They are the only characters in the group that aren’t in a romantic relationship with each other🤣 You can still ship them, tho :3

ANYWAYS, the ✨lore✨

Y’all are probably wondering what a Rune Shifter is, right? Yeah, I thought so👀 I’ll do my best to explain!

A Rune Shifter is a magical being with gem/rock/whatever material casings covering certain parts of their bodies (for reference, Zep, Cas and Chryo are Shifters). One-Runed Shifters are the most common, Two-Runed Shifters are rare, Three-Runes Shifters are VERY rare (90% of critters never see a single one in their lives) and Four-Runed Shifters are saved for myths n shit (no one knows if they’re even real) (Examples; Zep is a double shifter - meaning he had two magic types at once, making him a Two-Runed Shifter - Cas is a Three-Runed Shifter and Chryo is a One-Runed Shifter)

Shifters’ powers are element based (for example; Zep in an ice/water Shifter, Cas is a Sun Shifter and Chryo is a Moon Shifter (or Moon Rune and Cy likes to call her). There are quite a few of them and I haven’t written them all down yet, so🤣 Anyways, they all have different abilities (having more runes= more powers). More examples!! Ice Shifters can control ice, Water Shifters can control water, Sun Shifters are typically protective forces (with force field n super strength and all that), Moon Shifters can multiply and become invisible, etc. (It’s all still a wip so💀)

An ability all Shifters have is the ability to shift (duh) into Rune Beast forms. Rune Beast forms are like monster forms, they can take on any appearance but mostly take the appearance of different already existing animals (also a WIP). Many believe that the form you discover always means something

Now, for the ✨worldbuilding✨

Basically; Rune Shifters are powerful and scary so non-Rune Shifters hate them. Shifters are discriminated against and feared. Any mother to have a Shifter child and keep is also despised (basically Cas’ and his mother’s backstory lmao)

Omg this is a long ass post lmao-

But bro, I can’t help myself😭 I fucking live this story and the characters to DEATH and I hope y’all like em too💕

If you have any questions regarding the story, feel free to reblog or reply with said questions!

[snowbazzledestielshipper]

Dean’s list excerpt

Cas, after all, didn’t ask for someone to fall in love with him so soon after losing his girlfriend of years. Let alone the man who he’d taken on as his own personal burden.

So he’ll focus on the gorgeous brunette in front of him and try and forget the lingering feelings for the brunet back home.

Hubris. The word flits to the front of his mind.

Excessive self-confidence. Pride.

It fits too easily over his life.

It feels hollow now, in the stark reality of his current situation. He only went to college because he got a full ride and he wanted to have some skills to fall back on if the mechanic work ever dried up.

It was a good plan, now a needed plan. Hopefully he could find a decent job that he could live with, since he wasn’t going back to the garage anytime soon.

Process notes below the cut, it’s messy, be warned lol

Omg loving how this chapter is shaping up! Wrote the word “hubris” because I was trying to remember how it’s spelled for a completely different thing (tag on a cat pic), and realized it would be fantastic for moving the chapter along when I have a single sentence worth of information written about it in my outline notes.

Unfortunately, most of the writing I do is based on vibes, sometimes done while inebriated in a way, and always stream of consciousness style, so inspiration is left to those tiny notes I have written down (initially it was a construction paper storyboard that evolved into just retyping the whole thing into a note, so I just have a very vague description of what I want to accomplish in that chapter, with inside jokes, and references to stuff, and just Kai weirdness lol)

[cherryroselock22]

Out of curiosity, how would you describe the dynamic between Bede and Hop in the context of their romantic relationship? I think of that one drawing where Hop holds Bede's head in his hands and I crack up at the thought of Hop seeing Bede as an especially disgruntled wooloo

Hi hello i’ve been waitin for this ask forever. ALSO I WANNA SAY THANK YOU!1 i love getting asks like this (two ship charts under cut n explanation if you're interested)

The non-detailed way I see their dynamic is basically just that, grumpy x sunshine. Whenever I think about em I just think about that post that reads ‘’Hop and his boyfriend whom he needs to fight with constantly’’

But I do have some more in-depth thoughts/headcanons on their relationship, I have been hyperfixatin hard on em for the past 9 months;

To me, Bede’s the more physically affectionate, or clingy to be more accurate. He keeps affection in public at a minimum cause well, you know gossip travels fast. But in private? He’s constantly seeking out Hop’s attention. At first he was awkward about hugging n stuff, getting overwhelmed easily, which is why Hop waited for him to seek it out but he eventually got more comfortable and now Hop can’t sit down without him laying down on him.

Out of the two of them, I think that (surprisingly) Hop is the most touch starved, he always gives affection without receiving much himself. I think that at some point, Bede realized this and it’s half the reason for why he’s so clingy.

They bicker a lot, at some point it just becomes a love language. Bede’s still a little bit of a jerk and Hop has to keep him in check. I like to imagine Bede is flustered easily n Hop loves to take advantage of that.

I think that Hop is usually the one planning dates and hangouts, it’s either that or he shows up at Bede’s door at 11 pm with roses out of nowhere. He also almost always insists on paying. In turn, Bede randomly sends him gifts. I definitely think Bede spoils Hop

Even though Bede’s taller, and Hop’s shirts are too wide and short for her, he steals Hop’s clothes all the time. Hop keeps losing shirts. If you see him without his jacket means that Bede probably has it.

Hop fidgets with Bede’s hair methinks, he likes to run his hands through it and occasionally braid it. Reminds him of a wooloo lol.

I also think Bede is very easily jealous, not to a possessive extent but it is very clear when she’s jealous. She’ll glare daggers to anyone who’s a little too close to Hop and will act very affectionate towards him in front of said person

Also I just think Bede’s smitten with Hop to the degree it becomes everyone’s problem. Hop might have fallen first but Bede fell harder. Like. Idk I just think that Bede gets attached to people way too easily but acts like he doesn’t while Hop is the opposite way

Also I’d be very funny is Hop’s dubwool was borderline homophobic towards Bede (I have a hc that dubwool is very overprotective of Hop lol, he does not let anyone near him). Bede reaches to grab Hop’s hand and is instantly tackled by dubwool. I have this scene in my mind where they’re both up in a tree and when they’re about to kiss, Hop’s dubwool just begins to tackle said tree non-stop.

(Applying my gender hcs woo). Even though Hop’s not really a guy, Bede still refers to him as his boyfriend. Hop also refers to Bede as his girlfriend as much as he can to fluster her or try to cheer her up.

I find it funny to imagine Bede being horrified upon figuring out he has a crush on Hop. Also also Bede cooks for him a lot. Usually just sweets or baked goods since that's what he knows what to do best.

I think that the confession was a disaster. Like they were probably hanging out, Bede’s just starin at Hop not payin attention at all and without thinkin blurts out a ‘you’re pretty’ or something like that. Cue panic and Hop tryin to get a direct answer and Bede just denying everything. It works out somehow

I think Hop’s mum would like Bede, Leon would not lol. Opal is supportive not only cause Hop is a good match for him but also because Bede can’t stay at the gym all the time, Opal has to kick him out sometimes.

Movin onto the angst stuff:

I think that Hop would struggle with saying ‘I love you’ while Bede would say it too easily.

Hop is very observant, he notices when there’s a slight change in Bede’s behavior and when she’s nervous. Bede isn’t as observant and is usually a little awkward when it comes to comfortin Hop

I think both Hop n bede have scars. Bede has scars on his hands from the gym challenge and digging through caves to get wishin stars. He also has a light yet constant tremble to his hands, aka his hands are always trembling, can’t control it (I also have this and I get to choose which character to give it to). While Hop generally has scars from wounds he’s picked at, he has them primarily in his arms but some in his legs too. He also has a burn scar from eternatus.

I think Hop has low self-esteem and doesn’t think he’s a good person. I definitely imagine there’s times were he feels like he isn’t worthy or deserving of the affection Bede gives him. I also think his intrusive thoughts (I hc him as having intrusive thoughts cause I do lol) don’t help. Bede does his best to try to distract him from it

That’s all I have rn cause I’m sleepy n also my mom is yelling at me to go to sleep lol, have some charts I did. SORRY IF THIS IS KINDA RANTY, I’M NOT GOOD WITH WORDS

[filthforfriends]

idk if you use twitter/instagram but there’s been hugeeee dramas(?) regarding both thomas and ethan and i love ur opinions so i need ur opinions on the matter

idk about Thomas and I don't love that anon referred to the situation as "drama" since the allegations are very serious. However there is so little credibility and specificity in the situation that I get it. Everything is to the best of my knowledge.

A couple days ago, an instagram user sent serious allegations about Ethan to several Maneskin fans (and we don't know who else). "I know stories related to Ethan that are quite problematic." That sentence is how the user prefaced the concerning details, which I won't be sharing for that very reason. Knowing "stories related to" someone is way too many degrees of separation for any level of credibility. The account was quickly deleted and never disclosed their identity.

Enter a small Italian instagram account which claims to create a safe space to call out abuse by influential figures. The page is less than 3 months old, however the person or people running it are experienced with social media branding. They are organized and eloquent social activists/feminists who are absolutely sure they are doing the right thing here.

The "reports" are just screen shots of DMs that describe allegations. Each set of messages is prefaced by a description of the accused, instead of a name. I don't see how this is effective at anything besides creating a tornado of gossip and avoiding a defamation lawsuit. Two days ago they posted a detailed collection of allegations attributed to "il batterista di una nota rockband italiana." Translation: "the drummer of a well known Italian rock band." The details in the call out are consistent with the dubious messages to fans. So people assumed it was about Ethan, which was very likely the goal of the description.

We can't know if these allegations came from the same user that messaged fans because the call out account keeps their sources anonymous. The fact that they post screen shots does not inspire confidence that the accuracy of their content is being verified. The only step they claim to take is waiting to post a "report" until they receive messages from two victims. This single protocol is inadequate authentication of career ending allegations where Ethan isn't even named. To quell your curiosity, the gist is that this person is volatile and manipulative within his romantic relationships. He notoriously never wears condoms, even if he's entered a safe sex agreement with his partner, never mind the consequences.

I'm not gonna waste time debunking the Twitter account who was using the label "grooming" more liberally than lube on a straight man's sphincter. Trust it was the opposite of credibility. (And use the dictionary definition when accusing someone of a crime ffs!)

So we're left with 3 streaming piles of nothing until @/lauralfonsic likes the call out post. That handle belongs to Laura Alfonsi Castelli, Ethan's ex-girlfriend. (They do still follow each other). Her motivations for liking this post about "the drummer of a well known Italian rock band" seem obvious, but with allegations this serious it's important to acknowledge that we don't actually know.

Credit: @/ilballodivic

Then Damiano's ex Girogia Soleri released a statement that was purposefully nonspecific, but sided with Ethan whom she's known for 6+ years. Her and Laura are friends which makes them being on opposite sides of this strange.

What's even stranger is Giorgia's best friend Federica Fabrizio posting the call out on her story. Not only has Giorgia taken a stance against the call out, she's done it in a way that doesn't lead back to the source. She limited the call out's exposure so that fewer people would see it. Federica did the exact opposite, which is unexpected because her and Giorgia are also partners in social advocacy.

The statement isn't overt, but Federica appears to be taking some responsibility for creating the call out. Its like she's posting a finished project with a clever one-liner to express that she's proud of herself without seeming too boastful. It's improbable, except that the call out account, which self-identifies in social justice and is Italian-speaking, functions with the help of activists.

Buckle up. Federica's next instagram story was this bathroom selfie with a bold caption.

Obviously shit is hitting the fan back in Rome with former members of Maneskin's inner circle, but we have zero facts.

Ultimately, there is no evidence that Ethan is guilty of anything. You've probably noticed I haven't made it simple to find the post or account, which is intentional. Please pontificate less and research more. A person's reputation is fragile. Once broken, the pieces never quite go back together.

[spnhunter4life]

Winchester's Girl

A Dean hockey AU. I went to a game with my coworkers last night and came up with this idea. However, since I have neither the motivation nor the knowledge of the sport to write out a full-fledged fic for this, have a bullet pointed summary of what I came up with. (What would this be called? An imagine maybe? I feel like I've seen posts similar to this called imagines.)

A/N: Ok, so this turned out to be longer than I anticipated (imagine that). This is a bit more actual story and less summary than I expected when I started this. I still think it fits better in this format though, because it's easier to skip around where I want and not put the effort into combining it all together somehow. Also, just a heads up, this is tagged friends to lovers because I think that's the best way to describe it. I also think the lovers part tends to imply that there will be smut, but that is not the case here.

Word Count: 3.5k

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You and Dean have been friends for so long, you can barely even remember life without him. You met in eighth grade when your family moved to Kansas and immediately clicked. You had a lot in common, but you especially bonded over your shared love of hockey. You were there to be proud and support him as he transitioned from the local high school team to the college team, and then again when he made it to a professional team. Nothing made you more proud or excited than hearing that he had become center for the Kansas Hunters.

All the guys on the team knew you. You were even pretty good friends with a few of them. Since you attended more of his games than you might care to admit and had even been known to attend a practice or two if you and Dean had plans after, the rest of the guys jokingly referred to you as Winchester's girl.

"Hey, Winchester! Your girl is here!" They would call out to him when they spotted you entering the building on practice days. It was Benny who said it the first time, and it just sort of caught on from there.

"Who is that girl?" Cas's new girlfriend asked one night, spotting you at a party following a big win. "I think I've seen her at every single one of your games." Cas barely even needed to glance in your direction to know who she was talking about. "Who, Y/n? That's just Winchester's girl."

A couple years ago, during the off season, Dean decided it was time to take you skating. Despite being a lifelong hockey fan, you'd never actually learned to skate. You were a little nervous about falling over a lot and making a fool out of yourself, but mostly you were excited. You loved watching Dean on the ice, the speed and ease with which he moved. It was like he was flying. You wanted to be able to experience that freedom for yourself.

Despite his laughter and teasing -- "How can someone who spends so much time at a hockey rink be so terrible at skating?" -- he was a very good teacher. He had endless patience and was familiar with the way you learned which made it easy for him to pass on the secret knowledge of how to balance on two blades in a way you quickly understood.

By the end of the first lesson, you were a little bruised from falling so many times but had also figured out how to stay upright and move around. And if you were still moving at a snail's pace as you got used to things while Dean zoomed by you, at least you were on your feet.

You and Dean have this years-long running bet of sorts. It started in high school when the two of you were in chorus together, you because you enjoyed it and wanted to be and Dean because he had to in order to get his fine arts credit -- although you suspect that no matter how much he denies it, there was a small part of him that enjoyed it. Your teacher had a requirement that at the local band/chorus contest, everyone must participate in at least one small group piece on top of the pieces you sang as a full choir. Dean pestered you for days before you finally agreed to do a duet with him. "But," you told him, "only if you score a goal within the first three minutes of the game tonight." You weren't sure why you decided to make him work for it instead of just agreeing. After all, you knew he was a decent singer and would make a good duet partner. Not to mention you enjoyed spending time with him, so working on a song together wouldn't exactly be a hardship. But you'd already offered the deal and weren't about to take it back. Of course Dean's eyes lit up at the challenge and he immediately agreed. That night, just over two minutes into the game he scored a goal. He immediately looked up, finding you in the crowd quickly since you tended to sit in the same place, and winked at you. You knew it was his way of gloating in the couple seconds he had available to do so, and you rolled your eyes at him but couldn't contain your smile.

After that it became a thing. If there was something Dean wanted from you -- something he wanted help with or something he wanted to do that he knew you'd enjoy but you were a little hesitant about (like going to homecoming with him) -- he'd use the "if I score a goal in under three minutes" challenge as a way to get it.

After a while, it evolved into more of a silly game. It became an almost every game occurrence. He still brought up big things once in a while -- "if I score in under three minutes tonight, you have to go talk to that cute guy from the library you won't shut up about" -- but it was mostly little stuff. "If I score in under three minutes tonight, I get to pick the movie we watch this weekend; If I score in under three minutes tonight, you're buying me a pizza; If I score in under three minutes tonight, you have to come with me to the show my friend and his horrible band are putting on. If I have to suffer through it, so do you."

You suspected that he liked the challenge of it, that he wanted to give himself a reason to really work hard. While he definitely wasn't managing to score in time every night, he managed it enough to gain a reputation for himself as an early game scorer. "Watch out for Winchester in those first few minutes of the game," you'd heard people say. "If he gets anywhere near your goal, he will score."

Just like the first time, if he won the challenge, he would find you in the stands and wink at you. In the college years, this led to the more intense fans -- particularly the young women who knew what he looked like beneath the helmet -- to speculate who he might be winking at and why. In the last couple years with the Hunters, it led to even more teasing from the guys about you being Winchester's girl.

It has been a brutal game against the Hunters' biggest rival the Leviathans. More fights have broken out than you've seen in probably the last three or four games combined. One of the Leviathans' defenders broke his wrist in the first period. The score has been neck and neck, neither team able to gain a lasting advantage over the other. There is about a minute and a half left in the game when Dean scores a goal, putting the Hunters two points ahead, the biggest gap of the whole game. The crowd cheers, none of them louder than you, you're sure.

It happens in the middle of the next play. One second Dean is flying down the ice, all fire and determination. The next, there's a collision of bodies. You don't think anything of it. It happens all the time. Until three of the bodies pull back and the fourth is left lying on the ice. You can't do anything but stare as the big black 67 of Dean's jersey stares back. Fear holds you prisoner and you can't move, watching helplessly as the coach steps onto the ice, followed soon after by an EMT. He manages to find his feet and is escorted slowly off the ice. You're on your feet in an instant, heading for the locker room where you know he'll be looked at.

You pace back and forth outside the locker room, not daring to actually go in. You know you're not allowed. So you pace, biting your fingernails as you listen to the final moments of the game and wait for some sort of news on Dean. The buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game, and you know it's only a matter of time before the rest of the team is here. Maybe then you'll get some answers.

"What are you doing back here?" A hard voice demands. You look over to see the Leviathans' coach staring you down. He must have been passing by on the way to the other locker room. "You shouldn't be here," he says, not giving you time to answer.

"I know, but-"

"Get out of here," he demands. You know he's doing the right thing. He's probably dealt with overzealous fans before that wait for players outside the locker rooms and is only defending the privacy of the opposing team. But you don't appreciate his tone, especially given the circumstances.

"She's fine," a second voice says before you can answer. You look over the coach's shoulder to see Cas standing there, the rest of the team behind him. None of them look happy.

"Novak," the coach says. "I was just trying to make sure you weren't bothered. Fans shouldn't be back here."

"You're right, they shouldn't," Benny agrees. "But that's Winchester's girl. If she wants to be here, she has every right." The nickname that at first made you blush and now makes you roll your eyes never sounded so good. It's like a badge of honor. In a way, the team sees you as family. They will defend you and let people know you belong here with them. With Dean. The coach backs off.

"Just tell me how he is," you ask, turning to Benny and Cas with pleading eyes. Of course they don't have any more idea than you do, but you just want them to go in, assess the situation, and come back to tell you what's going on.

"Why don't you go find out for yourself?" Benny answers. You look at him in surprise. "I can't go in there," you tell him.

"Sure you can," Kevin disagrees. "Nobody's undressed in there. You can be in and out before we've got our pads off." You wait for only a second to see if anyone will protest and when they don't, you rush inside. Your eyes zero in on Dean immediately, sitting on a bench and talking with the EMT, who turns his head at the sound of the door opening. A look of surprise crosses his face and he stands up. "Young lady, you can't-"

"Yes she can," Dean cuts him off. His eyes are looking slightly unfocused, but they are fixed on you. You hear the rest of the team file in behind you as you make your way over to Dean, slowly, like you're afraid he'll break if you move too fast. You look him over as you move. His helmet, gloves, and skates are off. He looks ok, except for the eyes. "What happened?" You ask, sitting carefully beside him. "Are you ok?"

"That depends," he responds. Fear fills you again. Is the injury that bad? "Depends on what?" You ask. On if he has surgery to fix it? On if he never plays hockey again? The horrible possibilities flood your mind.

"Did we win?" He asks. You're too stunned to answer. You replay his question in your head a few times, sure you must have misheard him. "Are you serious?" You finally ask.

"Yes, I'm serious," he responds. "Did we win?"

You let out a frustrated breath. "You were up by two with barely more than a minute left. Of course you won," you answer. "Then I'm fine," he says. You feel like you could smack him. Why must he be so difficult? Why couldn't he just answer your question.

"Dean. What happened?" You demand. You can hear the edge in your voice.

"It's just a minor concussion. It was nothing. I'll be fine," he says dismissively.

"It was not nothing," you argue.

"It's hockey," he answers, as if that is explanation enough. "People get hurt. You should be used to that by now."

Sure, you've seen lots of players injured throughout the years. You've even seen Dean injured. But it was always something minor. Bumps and bruises, a sprained wrist, a broken nose one time. It wasn't the same. "I should be used to seeing you laying flat out on the ice and not moving?" You demand. Something in your voice alerts him to the fact that you're done with the joking and avoiding.

He sighs. "What do you want from me here, sweetheart? It's over and I'm fine. There's nothing more to do about it."

His question catches you off guard. What do you want from him? For him to never play hockey again? No. That wouldn't ensure he was never hurt again, and he loves it too much. There are many reasons you could never ask that of him, not the least of which being you have no right to ask. Do you want him to assure you that he's alright? Because he's already done that. So, what then? If you're being honest with yourself, what you really want is to hold onto him for a while, and for him to hold you back while your brain works on accepting the fact that he really is ok. But you can't ask that.

Instead, you agree with him. "You're right. I'm sorry. You just really scared me out there."

"I'm sorry you were so scared," he says sincerely. "But I promise, I really am ok."

"I know," you say with a forced smile. You give his hand a squeeze before leaving the room, giving the rest of the guys the privacy they've been patiently waiting for.

It's a couple weeks after the concussion incident. Things between you and Dean have been the same as usual, except they haven't been. Not really. You can't pinpoint what it is that's different, but there's definitely something. It's New Year's Eve. You're at a party with Dean and a bunch of guys from the team. Dean has been at your side all night. You wouldn't go as far as calling it weird, but... it's definitely not usual. You've attended a lot of parties together and while you make a point of knowing where the other person is and even spending a fair amount of time together, you do usually hang out with other people too. Not that you're not hanging out with anyone else. It's just that apparently you're staying together while doing it. Not that you're complaining.

The midnight countdown is fast approaching. You're not currently dating anyone so you've resigned yourself to not having a midnight kiss this year. You don't mind. You don't really see it as the big deal a lot of people seem to. You think to yourself that Dean better find someone very quick if he plans on kissing someone though. For some reason, that thought doesn't sit quite right with you. You're not sure why. You've never cared before who Dean kissed.

The countdown starts. You watch the people around you as they scurry to be near their partners. The count reaches two and you turn to Dean, preparing to clink your beers together in celebration. The count reaches one and Dean's free hand goes to rest on your cheek as he leans in and presses his lips to yours. When he pulls away, it leaves you breathless. The room explodes into cheers and the clinking of bottles and glasses.

"Why'd you do that?" You ask, ignoring the celebration going on around you.

"Should I not have?" He asks. It's a mild question, but there's a challenge in it. As if he's daring you. But daring you to do what?

"No, it's not- I didn't say that." You're not sure what he was hoping you'd say, but this is clearly at the very least not the wrong response. He waits for you to continue. "It's just... we've both been single on New Year's Eve before. You've never kissed me."

"It's never been right before," he shrugs. He sees your confusion and explains. "You and me, I think we've been heading in this direction for a long time. And I think everyone but us could see it. It's why the guys tease us so much. It's why there's a bunch of hockey obsessed girls out there who are insanely jealous of you even though up until now there hasn't been anything to be jealous of. I think it's why all of my girlfriends haven't liked you very much and your boyfriends have hated me."

"I wouldn't say they hated you," you protest. You're not sure why. It's probably the nerves at the implications of what he's saying. It makes you feel better to say something, unhelpful as it may be. He just gives you a look before continuing.

"I don't know if we honestly didn't know we felt this way or were just lying to ourselves about it. But you can't tell me things haven't been different between us lately. I know it's not just me." Was he right? Was that the change you've been noticing? You're not sure if you would have come to this conclusion on your own. After all, this was Dean. Steady, reliable, Dean who you've never seen as more than a friend. But now that the possibility has been brought up, now that he's kissed you, you can't deny what you're feeling.

"Things have been different," you admit. "I just..." How to finish that sentence. You just what? Never saw Dean in that way? Not untrue, but what was the point in bringing it up? Objectively you've always been able to clearly see why other girls fought tooth and nail for his attention. And now that you are looking at him that way, it is a pointless statement. You weren't expecting it? Also true, but obvious enough without having to say it.

Dean is usually good about letting you sort through your thoughts at times like this, but today he doesn't have the patience. "You just what?" He prompts. "Didn't expect the night to go like this?"

"Well no, I didn't. But that's not what I was going to say."

"Then what?"

"I don't know," you sigh, frustrated at your inability to find the words you want. You start speaking without really thinking, and thankfully the right words come to you. "I guess I just didn't realize why things were different. I noticed it, but I couldn't figure out what it was."

"And now that you know?"

You give him a little mischievous smile, feeling more confident after having some time to process. "Being just friends was getting a little boring anyway. Too predictable. I think it's about time we change things up."

Dean grins back and it lights up his face. You nearly catch your breath at the sight. Having your eyes opened to your feelings is like peeling a film off your eyes that you've lived with your entire life without knowing it's there. It's like seeing him for the first time, and he is the most stunning man you've ever seen. "Alright," he says. "Let's change it up then. If I score in under three minutes at the next game, you have to go on a date with me. Maybe you even have to kiss me."

You stop your jaw from literally dropping open, but you know he can read the look of disbelief on your face. "Your next game isn't for four days." You point out. "You're really going to make me wait that long?"

He shrugs, but you can see the teasing glint in his eye. He's all talk. "We've waited for ten years. I don't see what another few days could hurt."

"Screw that," you say. You set your beer on the table next to you and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. His hands settle automatically on the small of your back, arms around your waist, and you can feel his smile as he kisses you. You can't help but to smile back.

You're soon interrupted by a shouted, "Hey, Winchester finally got his girl!" from a drunken Benny, followed by whistles and catcalls from the rest of his teammates. You can't fight the heat that rises to your cheeks, but you sit through the ensuing teasing and congratulations as patiently as you can. Thankfully it's short lived as there's more exciting things happening -- it is a party after all -- and Dean's arm around your waist certainly helps calm your nerves.

"Don't be embarrassed," Dean says, knowing you've never been one for PDA. "You know they don't care." You aren't so embarrassed that you won't get over it in a minute or two, but you appreciate his attempts to calm you nonetheless. "And look on the bright side," he adds, brightening at whatever he's thinking. "At least now we're all on the same page the next time they call you my girl."

You smile. He's right. 'Winchester's girl' has a whole new ring to it now. It might have taken us a while to catch up, but they were right. You are, and always were, Dean's girl.

Secondary note: I realize I switch tenses halfway through this. I don't really feel like fixing it though. Also, I've tried to at least keep the present tense section all present tense, but I wouldn't be surprised if I'm switching back and forth. I usually write in past tense and found myself reverting back to it without realizing multiple times. I've reread it to try and catch anything, but it's late and I'm tired, so I probably missed some. I'll probably read this over again sometime in the next day or two to find any errors, but I wanted to get it posted. Hope you enjoyed!

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[kerryweaverlesbian]

Claire is never in one million years going to refer to Cas as something dad-like or do specifically dad activities with him. They may be weird kinda stilted friends, and I can see her (as a JOKE) introducing Cas as "my evil step-dad" and HE might think of HER as a daughter figure but she isn't calling him her dad, he is not getting father's day cards, she isn't including him in the first run of 'meet the family' with a girlfriend, he doesn't get a defacto invite to her graduation. In MY humble opinion.

[inchidentally]

I've got a few asks that are all actually roughly under the same umbrella in terms of my replies - and be aware I've had to get way more serious then usual so pls skip if you're not here for that <3

mmmmm yea you can feel as you want anon but I personally am not going to want to parallel that relationship with Oscar and Lily's. my main cause when it comes to wives and girlfriends is that they all deserve to be protected against rampant, casual misogyny in fandom spaces. but also to not to project any reflected good will onto her boyfriend or husband simply because he's the boyfriend or husband. and there's so much about the 2000s drivers that makes me hope that at least some of their behavior isn't being carried on with the current younger guys on the grid :///

also just as a reminder: I was raised by intersectional feminists and I've witnessed what even supposedly "loving" het relationships can do to people who identify as women* - so I'm never going to be rooting for heterosexual relationships as far as women are concerned. I'm not overly prejudiced and I fully support any woman's choices for herself - and I don't have the smallest delusion that I have a right to an opinion on those choices <3 but equally I'm not going to lie to myself that women don't statistically always lose or sacrifice something of themselves when they become a partner to a man and that the man loses and sacrifices nothing - and if he makes the most basic effort he's praised as a god among men. especially not a man who's career has and will always take priority over his relationship and especially if the woman has to navigate or alter her life to deal with the man's profession, public image or his fanbase. I will always want women to pursue life on their own terms without men in any way dragging them down or altering their lives - that's just my opinion and it's fine if others disagree or hopefully project onto those relationships for any reason. so far, to me, the only driver's relationships that seem at all truly balanced and not negatively affecting or requiring compromises of the women that the man doesn't have to repay, are Lily and Alex and Melissa and Nando - and while I don't know much about them probably Tiffany and Valtteri. those women were already fully adults when they met these guys and would be able to leave the relationships whenever they want without having their own individual lives and incomes affected or altered in any way. I do not see any excuse for a woman to be in a relationship in any other way or with any further sacrifice and especially not because of a man, who will always enjoy economic and social power above hers.

*I know this is a whole unique point but as far as I'm concerned identifying as a woman is how I'm referring to women at any time. TERFs DNI.

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ok so I've heavily edited these next two bc my blog is not the place to get into All That and I don't want to bring stress and negativity to moots

I think the funniest part of this rumor is how everyone's been asking for a screen recording of this and absolutely no one can produce anything other than one screencap of Rebecca at one brief time offering subscription content with no explanation for what - and that was something all models and influencers did for a while to make some money when a bunch of platforms screwed over their engagement. everyone's just running with this as if it's anyting and wtfff you're saying all she was offering were 'pictures of Carlos from the back' LIKE BFFR what are y'all even saying here ??? who was being robbed what crime was committed how is this even worth remembering ??? the reach being rought!!

but on the serious side, I'm gonna need all of you to sit yourselves in a quiet place and start taking this spontaneous and erratic morality that magically shows up when women are involved and start actually applying it to your pookie bears in F1. because not only does Carlos and the rest of the grid exploit the media, fans and sponsorships for cash, gifts, engagement and popularity - they also endorse and personally directly fund and engage with entire companies and individuals who actively perpetuate and uphold the absolute gutter of amorality and social iniquity that is the foundation of this whole sport !!

like here you guys are hunting for any tiny scrap of something to further the prejudice that these wives and girlfiends are not your ideas of Perfect Pure Sainted Angels - meanwhile you're looking at hugely problematic words and actions from your favorite driver and literally assuming that they've suddenly "had a change of heart" or are "better people now" based on ???? nothing ???? and THEN you start hoping that the girlfriend or wife is "good for him" or that she won't "be bad for him" I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind since when does a girl or woman over the age of 15 think that rich, powerful white men in hugely problematic fields of work are the ones being cruelly corrupted by the women they personally choose to date ??? if these men are shitheads then they did it all on their own babes !!

and I have to assume that even die hard Carlos fans on here are aware of how he's very much not perfect and that anyone sensible has to admit that unless he made the decision to publicly and loudly make a statement to the contrary then all of his opinions and affiliations are the same. you can absolutely compartmentalize these guys - we all do! - in order to like certain things about them or engage in content about them, but nobody should be out here so woman-hating as to take nothing of substance and use it to award these men virtues that have no foundation in reality. all while vilifying their wives and girlfriends over literally the smallest thing or making the most tenuous of connections to try and prove why they shouldn't be with your fave guy. or because while the men can fuck and cheat all they want, you've decided the women they date or marry have to conform to regressive ideas of female purity.

(just to clarify, the stuff I'm referring to "men" or "drivers" as doing is not specifically referring to Carlos or one man in particular but about the wider issue of double standards between drivers and their girlfriends and wives)

so a wife or gf of a man with an all-consuming career that involves her altering her life and plans to go all over the world just to be with him, decides to do exactly what he does and utilize a fanbase and popularity for gain? suddenly she's an evil conniving witch capable of manipulating and controlling poor widdle rich, white, powerful, influential man !! even though he dumps women and cheats on women whenever he wants and doesn't face a single bit of criticism for fans' perceptions of problems in his relationships but oh he's just a helpless hard-working victim who is nobly doing his dream job that his one percenter family and/or social status and/or race and gender made completely effortless for him and how DARE his wife or girlfriend get any of the financial benefit from a field of sports where women are so hated that even the most powerful woman is publicly accused by the highest authority in the sport of collusion based on nothing more than one gossip columnists lie !!

I could go so fucking far about how the women these men date and marry have been socially groomed from birth to be beautiful and silently supportive of their man and told they're not good enough or smart enough to succeed in a "serious" business environment - and that the drivers conveniently always end up with beautiful women who suffer at the hands of his fans who blame women for how men treat them all while he says nothing so as not to upset his base of support - then fuck it, let them all sell you people subscriptions for pictures of the drivers! let them scrape even a tiny fraction off the top of this imbalanced and unfair socioeconomic dynamic compared to the huge, unearned kickbacks and handshakes that make these men so effortlessly successful and rich. you can see those subscriptions as payment on your part for spreading rumors and hate about women and using double standards.

the rich famous man will NOT change his life to either fit your rpf ship - or to stay single so that you can continue your parasocial relationship with him uninterrupted - or choose a woman based on who you deem to be an appropriate self-insert. no matter how many rumors you believe or spread or how often you post content hating on his partner, his choice will not be affected by you. so keep those delusions and misogyny to yourself - or at least away from my blog and inbox !

honestly anon, I've already known the content of all of your messages over the past few months and I'm choosing the least offensive one for a reason to post (edited ofc so no one can accuse me of slander or whatever)

listen: if I was at all saying that Carlos is unproblematic or publicly promoting him in any way then I'd absolutely deserve what you're saying. but for myself personally, Carlos is part of am f1blr specific hyperfixation where I stay on my blog and write stupid narratives using drivers for fun. I'm not contributing anything to his overall fanbase or giving him any of my financial or personal support. I stick to fandom spaces only and not any platform that the drivers or anyone in wider F1 circles use.

and the thing is that not only would it be putting the burden of his problematicness on me if I were to post your asks bc I alone would have to answer for them, it would also probably just be informing people of what's fully and easily available to find elsewhere. everyone I mutually follow and most people I see are fully aware that we're taking these men and for the most part using them for our own fanon rather than their actual reality. so for me to pick one driver and say look at these awful realities then I'd have to do that with all of them, including the drivers who are at all friendly with known problematic drivers and people. so while I totally understand if someone wants to kick all of F1 out of their fandom experience bc Men then jfc absolutely go for it. I'm not at all pretending that what I'm doing on my blog is worth the smallest shit! but me deciding to pick one driver out of all of them to put on blast would do nothing but make me a hypocrite and rightfully have people asking me why I don't talk about this or that driver too.

and quite frankly unless someone never supports with any male-majority content and solely focuses all of their time to intersectional feminist content then there ain't a leg to stand on to blast any other fanbase or focus on one particular person. it's fully fair to be critical! but not to get on a high horse if there's even one cishet man in your list of fandom things. honestly that could even be broadened in some cases to one cis man.

absolutely, take the truth to people who are out there on public platforms trying to claim that any of these drivers are saints and perfect humans where they could potentially be recruiting to a fanbase using false narratives and covering up problematic behavior. but ask yourself if you're time is best spent mostly attacking women and girls in fanbases over this or going right to the comments and tags that squarely target the men themselves.

but on here I've got to kind of assume we all know what the score is and nobody's in denial that these are mere Rich Powerful Men and none of them deserves our actual serious allegiance yk ??? I feel like we're all aware this is us having fun and we're all accepting that while we can block and blacklist tags based on personal preferences, none of us in f1blr who likes a male driver can pretend to be superior to liking a different one. at best they're better at keeping their mouths shut but they also permit and overlook a LOT. and yes, that includes Lewis even though my god he has a gigantic lead on the rest in terms of progressive actions and deeds compared to any other man in F1. and that while he still has unaddressed problematic associations and behavior, all of us white fans need to be fucking vigilant of going after him if we're not fully going ten times harder on the white drivers.