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god eddie really just haunted buck and tommy’s relationship like a ghost it’s so fucking funny like why are you in his hospital room king?? every time tommy walks into a room it’s an eddie jump scare and im imagining tommy is like “wtf how is this guy always 800 steps ahead of me all nonchalant” and meanwhile eddie thinks this behavior is completely normal freak4freak for real

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idk if youd be down for this but umh. probiebuckcaptaindiaz? 👉👈

call me south the way i'm down

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So who is Dean calling 👀 Art based on this poll 💕

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going down⬇️✨

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gadzooks! my game? It be'eth changed!

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In reference to my post yesterday

Hear me out:

Dean being stupidly intimate when teaching Cas things

And Cas trying so hard not to read into any of it

Like, if Cas is curious about how to do something, Dean is gonna come up behind him and teach him how to do it in the most romantic way possible

And Cas learns absolutely nothing by the end of it

Meanwhile Dean is trying so fucking hard to make it clear that he's FLIRTING

Or worse

Dean thinks they're dating and is trying to ease Cas into intimacy by being more physically flirty

Think about it

Think about how funny this would be from SAM'S perspective

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Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”

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buddie is everywhere for those with eyes to see

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i love fem!buddie sm

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the romantic tension between the blood related parent and the found parent is so fucking crazy gotta be one of my favorite ship dynamics

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evan buckley // how to be a dog, andrew kane

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Buck: Sometimes I don’t notice an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and everyone’s staring at me weird.

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listen i know no smoking on the cw or whatever and YES smoking is v bad for you in fact i am currently quitting myself. however. listen in my heart and soul dean winchester is a Smoker. that man leans against babys hood in rainy dark parking lots and on dusty hot road shoulders miles from anywhere and takes a drag on a cig between two ringed fingers. its so real to me.

in this vein i need cas during a ‘teach me human things’ phase to slowly take it out of his mouth, take a puff, then geeently put it back between dean’s lips. all with instense eye contact of course

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eddie has to work a shift without buck and comes home to find buck in the kitchen, washing dishes. he lingers in the doorway for a moment, watching him, before buck feels his presence.

"hey, how was the shift?" he asks, turning just long enough to visually check over eddie's body for injuries.

"not bad," eddie says. the nape of buck's neck is beautiful.

buck lets the silence linger for a moment. "just not bad? nothing interesting? no freak accidents?"

humming noncommittally, eddie lets his gaze drift across buck's upper back. "hen referred to you as my wife."

buck's shoulders tense.

good. that's good.

when buck speaks, it's a touch too high, breathy, just slightly off. "because i'm home cleaning while you're at work? that's sexist. not that hen is sexist, i mean, it's just—"

"buck." eddie moves closer. "i don't think she was being sexist."

the ladle buck has been washing for two and a half minutes falls into the sink. he picks it up, shivering just a bit. "homophobic then, you think? because we're—well, no, because i'm—"

eddie's moving closer again, just a step behind him now. "no, not that either. i don't think she was being anything you might be about to accuse her of."

buck is shaking his head already, ladle and sponge abandoned. "well, she shouldn't have said that. it wasn't—it wasn't very nice."

eddie smiles softly. he steps up to buck's right side, draping his arm loosely around buck's hips, and feels buck shiver against him. "yeah? should i take that as a no, then?"

buck is standing very still. "eddie."

"hey, it's up to you." eddie tilts his head, trying to catch buck's eye. "if you'd rather wait until the IRS accuses us of tax fraud, that's fine by me. i'll wait."

buck finally looks at him. "you'll wait?" he asks, almost absently, like he understands the words but not the context.

"yeah, sweetheart," eddie murmurs. "i'll wait." he reaches for buck's left hand, raises it to his lips. "i mean, you could say yes, or i can just ask you again tomorrow." a kiss to the back of his hand. "and the next day." another to his knuckles. "and the next day." his ring finger. here, eddie lingers a bit.

when he looks back up at buck, eddie feels the prick of nerves. not that buck doesn't feel the same, but that this isn't the right time, or the right—anything. but buck is looking back at him with the fiercest hope and apprehension burning in his eyes.

"i love you" buck says, like a confession. "i'm in love with you."

eddie smiles. "i love you, too. but that wasn't the question. you don't get a say in that."

cheeks pink and eyelashes fluttering, buck says, "you still haven't asked me the question."

"i didn't? i definitely did."

"you didn't."

"come on, i absolutely—"

"eddie?"

"what?"

buck waits a beat, like he's savoring the moment. "marry me?"

eddie sighs, though his smile certainly ruins the effect. "i thought you'd never ask."

well, technically, buck never did say yes. eddie will just ask him again tomorrow.

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Cas, stumbling out of the empty to find Dean on a knee, ringbox in hand: What

Dean, running on three hours sleep in three weeks, coffee and uppers, grinning manically and swaying a little: Try and leave me now you son of a bitch

Sam, to the side: I tried to stop him---

Cas: Yes. Of course, Dean. Yes.

Sam:

Dean: passes out

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Oliver’s second cover for Nineteen92 magazine.

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