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acertainmoshke · 6 months

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👻 and 🌧️ for the Halloween ask game. ^.-

👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

Let's see, I talked about Falling Petals here, so let's talk about the future of Cold Iron. I'm still working on the first book, in which the only consistent characters are Shaka, Kris, Maggie, and later Jack and Cassie. But when I think of "now" in that universe, I think of 60 years later when they meet the rest of the original "main" cast: Lynn, Tatiana, Liliana, Harry, Doug, and Beth. So most of my daydreams are about that future, and I cannot WAIT to introduce everyone else to the found family-ness of it all, and the various romances, and the secrets and betrayal, and the sacrifices, and the dichotomy between their cozy home life and violent quests.

🌧️ rain: share a sad or emotional scene from your wip!

Ooh, fun!! I already have 2 good ones in Cold Iron, but I think I've shared them both already so it looks like I'm writing another one. I used to write random scenes unrelated to my current point in the story ALL the time and I've gotten out of the habit, so this is fun. Plus this scene has been stuck in my head. It would be from the third book.

I wasn't watching where the kid was leading us. I was staring down through the sheets of rain at where his feet should have been and the glistening hooves clopping down the street instead. The longer hair on my right was plastered against my ear and cheek and getting in my mouth. The left side of my head was just wet and I was fairly certain I could feel my scalp freezing, an impressive feat for me. My pants clung wetly to my skin and my oversize windbreaker did little to break the wind. I was all but waddling. Which is probably why it took me so long to realize that I recognized this street. I had always thought the city looked the same wherever you went, but no. I knew these tall molded buildings in particular, the arches above their windows, the way their peaks pointed at the heavy sky. The cars parked in front were larger and sleeker, and the people bustling past us were wearing jeans and coats more than suits and lace, but I knew this place. I knew the way that sign shone silver, and what it had been before becoming another convenience store. I swear I recognized the way the sidewalk cracked and peaked. Suddenly the rain seemed much farther away. It was a coincidence, it had to be, because that would be ridiculous. We were walking down a familiar street—had already been walking for over a mile—and we would keep walking right on past... The kid leading us turned off the sidewalk suddenly and slipped past a torn piece of caution tape flapping in the wind. Beside me, April stumbled on a crack and stopped. "Oh," her voice sounded very far away. "That's so weird, I didn't even notice it. Come on, let's get dry." I was powerless to resist her tug on my jacket, leading me under the doorway and down the stairs into the flickering gloom. The tiles felt almost warm on my feet compared to the damp chill outside. The air felt positively toasty just for lack of wind. You couldn't tell anymore what color the walls had once been, but I could have told you they were painted peach. I was vaguely aware of kids and teenagers everywhere: huddled by a trashcan fire, laughing and wrestling and throwing things, sleeping in a lump in the corner. There was one old man snoring heavily. No one else looked older than 17. There were a lot of piercings and very little hair. The entire place smelled like cigarettes and sweat. Maybe half of them were inhuman. But I was only distantly taking in these details, because much more immediate was the large square hole in the wall. No one could have fit in there now, stuffed as it was with bags and cans, but I would swear I knew the color of a worn piece of fabric poking out at the bottom. It occurred to me, very oddly, to wonder if Maggie's missing picture was under there somewhere. "I know, right." Kris' voice was extra deep and scratchy, the way it got when he was determined to seem cool despite it all. He was leaning against the wall, sucking on a cigarette like it was all that was keeping him alive. He had dug up more appropriate clothes, too: jeans that were somehow baggy even on him, a thick sweatshirt, and a hat floppy enough to tuck his horns under. I felt a ridiculous urge to do a cartwheel, for old time's sake. We had been safe here. We had been happy here. Once. I pressed my hand against Kris', hard, and with each little prick of his skin on mine I felt like I could breathe again. But we were here, and somehow these kids were here, and I thought I would never see it all again. Thought I never wanted to. The lights all flickered at once, for just an instant, just long enough to notice the eternal purple glow coming from beside the tracks before I pressed my face into Kris' chest.

Tag list: @pga-books

#ahhhh I've been thinking about this for DAYS thanks so much!!#I should do more scenes just for the hell of it #moshke writes #writeblr #cold iron #ask games

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cheerstotheelites-if · 11 months

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Welp, guess Ophelia's dominating the prompts ❤️ here's a cookie for you 🍪

MC invites Ophelia to try out a limited-time dessert at a cozy dessert shop but there's only one serving left. MC chooses to let her have it and gets another food

"Don't worry, I already tried it before. I wanted to know first if it's delicious enough before recommending it to you."

I've been running 'round trying to find a place where I can breathe But me oh my I found you under an April sky And you feel like City life, apple pie baked just right

– Apple Pie - Lizzy Mcalpine

~•~•~

Dessert shops are a rarity to Ophelia. She would always go to one with her older siblings in the past, but of course, more important things came up and the detours of family bonding are put in the backseat for the time being.

So to be in one again feels oddly nostalgic and, at the same time, new because you're here now.

With her.

Alone.

...

Is this what Carmen calls a date?

Is she out on a date right now?

Well, you didn't mention it being one, so it isn't one right?

This can be just a plain hang out with two friends.

But Everest told her that even if the other person didn't explicitly says it, there is a chance that it can be one.

Going by that logic, you're subtley telling her that you both are on a date today.

...

Her head hurts from analyzing the hidden meaning that doesn't exist at all.

Ophelia's brought back to the present when the bowl of a limited time sundae is placed on the table. It's dessert pasta.

Chocolate noodles, with a whipped cream "sauce", and "meatballs" that are small baked alaskas.

Truly something worth a lot and the annoying long lines.

"We could've went to The Old Spaghetti House if we're gonna eat pasta." Ophelia frowns, which made you lightly snort.

"Well, I don't think they would sell this kind of pasta." You say and pick up a chocolate parfait that Ophelia has only now noticed.

"You don't want any of the dessert pasta?" Ophelia asks incredulously.

"I'm alright with the parfait." You reassure with a smile.

"But you bought it."

"I already ate that yesterday when I went here, don't worry."

Ophelia's brows furrow a bit in confusion. "But don't you want to eat it again? Don't you like it?"

"Well, yeah, but..." Your smile turns sheepish. "I actually wanted to know what it tasted like before recommending it to you."

Blue eyes stare at you in surprise. "... Oh." Ophelia blinks, before looking away, cheeks reddening in hue. "That's... nice of you to do that." A small nod. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome, Ophelia."

Ophelia looks back at you, cracking one of her knuckles anxiously with an audible pop. "Are you really sure you don't want it? I don't want to make you feel obligated or anything, and we could always share."

"I'm sure, Ophelia." You reassure her. "It's yours to have."

Hesitantly she nods and picks up her fork. "Thanks... again. You're too nice, you know? It's... weird to be treated this way."

"You deserve all the good things." You tell her as if it's a hard fact. "I don't think there isn't anybody else that I know who doesn't deserve it more than you."

A small smile spreads across Ophelia face as she twists the noodles into her fork.

She takes a bite.

A happy hum.

"I still prefer The Old Spaghetti House for my pasta."

And a stifled snort from you.

#prompt #Ophelia #MC

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hazbincalifornia · 5 months

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Year in Writing: 2023

I have a tradition to pick out a little snippet I like of my writing from each month, so here's this year's! Links on each month's name.

January

Nothing. Nothing. Nothingnothingnothing, gnawing at the air until blood oozed from the eternity that was the self, nothing to do, nothing to see or be or-

Something.

Something, a small creature. Sneaking around, but it would come to the Room eventually, all things did. Larger than the usual small creatures, squeaking out sounds that could only barely be recognized as speech bubbling at the back of a locked-away mind, voice high-pitched and grating and flesh smelling sweaty and sweet and perhaps chewing on it would make it go away, but it was too bony to be anything but a toy as wingsfingershandsclaws curled around it, squeezing it to see if it popped.

February

It only took a few moments for consciousness to slip away, leaving only the pillowy comfort of nothingness. Distantly, he could feel shifting around, gentle vibrations and little bits of laughter, but it was as if he was settled on the bottom of a pool made out of jam, senses muffled. The easy, fuzzy contentment that sloshed through his body made it all too easy to just settle, feeling only faint twitches here and there as well as a pleasing pressure on his middle.

All he had to do was… let go.

March

Red fingertips faded to light pink as he gripped the edge of the toilet bowl hard enough that it stung, pulling in a breath and letting it out slowly with lungs deflating like balloons. He shoved himself up, splashing his hands with sanitizer before reaching for the eyeliner. Below his too-tight top, his stomach churned, but he’d already taken more time than he could afford without expecting consequences later.

The familiar unfamiliar face in the mirror had bags under the eyes, but a bit of concealer would be able to hide that- nobody in the crowd would see his face close enough to care.

April

“Don’t you dare.”

Hazel looked up from her rearrangement of the skeletons in the main lobby as Clove held up a finger, eyes narrowed. She tilted her head as if to ask ‘dare what?’, but his left ear just twitched as he fussed with his neckerchief. “Mm?”

“You know full well what I mean, Hazy. Whatever you’re planning, zip it. No stunts. This is a date and I want him to like me, alright? That means you keep whatever little plan you have got brewing today for the next schmuck passing the doors, not my new boyfriend.”

She used one of the skeletal hands to draw an 'X’ over her chest just as the main door echoed with a pair of booming knocks.

May

“You don’t give a shit about what other people think, right?”

Twix raised an eyebrow. “Not really. People are dumb. Why?”

“Just…” Her nails drummed on the bench. “How… never mind.” The sentence choked itself and died before it reached the night air. “It’s nothing.” The music and lights pulsed from the palace as Stella shifted, dress fabric swishing as it was dragged across itself. Twix could see where a piece of it had hooked on something at the waist and the thread had started to unravel.

“Fuck ‘em,” Twix said. “I don’t know what this is about, but fuck 'em. I think you’re cool.”

Stella’s beak twitched up at that. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Twix paused, ruffling the top of their currently-feathery head before holding up the blaster. “I’m not any good at touchy-feely stuff. Do you want to use this to blow something up of theirs?”

“Oh, satan yes.” Stella held out a hand and Twix dropped it into delicate fingers that curled around the sleek irken tech. “It wasn’t anything bad, just need to blow off some steam, y'know? Royal bitches being royal bitches.”

“Says the proud royal bitch,” Twix said. It was followed by a nudge to the side, but it came with a little laugh.

The light of the ruby Pride sky didn’t quite reach all the way through Stella’s eyes, but the laugh was enough for now.

June

That was how he found himself with a cup of the punch for designated drivers, giving some random fucko a lap dance. He had a big cock through his party pants, and Blitzo wanted it. He couldn’t drink, couldn’t wash away his feelings (that he shouldn’t have, that he never should have allowed to fester, but that had burrowed down just deep enough that he hadn’t ripped the parasite out as soon as he found out about it and had let Stolas convince him this might work for just long enough to nearly believe it), but he could drop his ass down on some guy that would appreciate it for a few minutes, and right now, that was enough.

Two gulps downed the punch, and the thumping bass combined with the fact that his body was, upon realizing that he was grinding on a thick cock, getting horny. Horny was good. He liked horny right now, horny meant drowning his feelings in hormones if not booze, and maybe he could swallow down some cum that always tasted sweeter here and wring something out of this piss-soaked fucker of a day.

(Even though the weight around his middle made it very, very hard to forget the person who had caused it.)

July

This was the part he hated.

It was the part where the party was over and the high started to spiral, where his body wasn’t just a vessel for a limitless chugging champion or a sex god willing to lock all kinds of lips with anyone who drew into his line of sight anymore, but a body that could be sore and tired and full. Of cum sometimes, of drugs sometimes, but of booze tonight especially, hot and sticky in his throat and in his belly. Beelzebub’s parties have an infectious energy that are liquid gold when you’re in the thick of them, a part of the hive in a way that connects everyone like a thousand invisible strings, but when you’re out, you’re mortal again, and he’s never felt more mortal than right now.

August

“So, that’s over with. Do you want to… I dunno, go get coffee or something? I don’t know if human coffee sucks. Hell coffee is a half and half chance.”

“Mmm, you know, I’m not sure?” Stolas tapped his chin. “I don’t have any human money on me, though.”

“Ah, rummaging around in the dumpster behind some place that has coffee it is, then.”

“...Blitz. No.”

“What? They throw out the fancy bread and shit all the time, and some people don’t finish their-”

Stolas groaned, and it made Blitz snicker.

“You’re a real priss for someone who loves eating my sweaty ass as much as you do.”

“Those things are very different!” Stolas protested, but he couldn’t help a little laugh of his own as Blitz nudged him. The Sin-created crystal sparkled in the sunlight, and he could see a hint of gold underneath the white teeth with canines edged sharper than any normal human’s.

September (nsfw)

Blitz told himself that he wasn’t going to do it anymore. He was done. He was done! He was sick of dragging his bruised-up body off the property at ass o’clock while he could hear the ghostly echo of cackling, doubled-over laughter echoing around the rotting foundations around him.

He lasted a week.

Frankly, even that much was an accomplishment, because it was far, far too easy to let his dumbass brain make dumbass decisions and end up flat on his ass as the robot that smelled like booze and popcorn and baby spit stuffed its tongue in his mouth while fingers edged with rust teased up a fluttery red-and-white chest that nearly had the ribs poking out. It tasted like the time he made out with a radiator. (If it was on a dare or because he was plastered or both, he didn’t remember anymore.)

October

“…Son of a bitch.” He squinted at her, and she watched him back. It was almost wild, how he looked like Dad but thrown through three layers of funhouse mirror, with everything she cared about suctioned away and twisted into broken glass. Shrunken, compared to her. Small. “Sold himself, did he?”

“Nope. Papa just liked him.” She blinked. “He lives in the palace now. I’ve got two sisters and a little brother.” Pause. “He never told me much about you.”

November

They’d tried to shoot her.

That was mean, and made her shaky as she curled closer to him, to his smell of gunpowder and spice and leather.

Daddy seemed scared.

It didn’t really make sense- he was big and strong and could kill people real easily- but the little tremors and the way his voice wiggled a little… it sure seemed like it.

He was scared because they’d tried to get her. Because of her.

She pressed her cheek against him and murmured that she was okay, she wasn’t worried. Everything was okay, right?

(Her heart was still beating twice as fast as usual when her eyes darted down to the hole in the puffy sleeve of her dress, but she sucked in breaths like he did, and it started to go away.)

December

Stolas reached for him, fingers splayed, but the moment his fingertips met the cool rock, dust bloomed on impact and Blitz froze as his glow brightened, cracks emerging on both his belly and the surface where they touched.

“No, no, no no no-” Stolas’s eyes widened as Blitz plummeted, diving after the moon as the surface dissolved with a splash into the endless ocean, leaving him… leaving him…

There was no face upon the living constellation, but Stolas swore that it stared at him as the glow became a supernova and his darling collapsed upon himself milliseconds before Stolas was able to make contact, the child within too much for both Blitz and itself. The stars that made them darkened and went black, crumbling into ash as Stolas desperately tried to pull them back together, pulling already-cold shaky handfuls of wet mush against his chest before the sobs even had a chance to escape him.

#shadow writes stuff

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thompsborn · 7 months

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it’s a thursday. i sit in my car counting down the seconds until i have to go inside for work. i put my parkner playlist on shuffle. apple pie by lizzy mcalpine comes on. i think about harley. i think about peter.

every house looks the same in my dreams

every house feels like home for a couple weeks

i’ve been running 'round trying to find a place where i can breathe

but me oh my

i found you under an april sky

and you feel like

city life, apple pie baked just right

home is wherever you are tonight

side note: i’ve been wanting to write some kind of parkner one shot titled city life, apple pie. one of these days i will figure out the perfect fic idea for that title.

#parkner

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milosirlgf · 10 months

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JAYDYN. apple pie. gavin and freelancer. “every house feels like home for a couple weeks” — “tryna find a place where i can breathe / but me, oh my / i found you under an april sky” JAYDYN. dies.

TEA. IM CURRENTLY DEAD ON YHE GROUND. im giggling. kicking my feet even. AHHJJHJAJAJAAHJNH thats so perfect dies dead

#HOLD ON IM GNA GO FIND MORE LIZZY SONGS TO REDACTIFY :3

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loveofastarvingdog · 2 years

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assigning u and frog apple pie by lizzy mcalpine because u both are gayass

i LOVE THAT SONG IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY THAT IS MY SONG!!!!!!!!!!?!!!!?!!!!!!!! @frogstiel WHYAT DO YOU THINK

#NOT bringing up the agyass comment that is NOT AS IMPORTANT AS LIZZY MCALPINE MUSIC AS OUR SONG MAYBW #tw caps #january tag🌻🪲#ask and ye shall receive / knock and the door shall be opened #wvery house looks t to he same. in my dreams! every house feels like home…. for a couple weeks……..#but me oh my :) i found you under an april sky! and you feel like <3 city lights abbplw pie baked justttt right! home is wherevevr you are!#tonight! :)))#such a good song i am eating jt. destsiel song as well btw

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julietandcinderella-if · 2 years

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making tea or coffee or hot chocolate for their love interest before bed (and just the fact that they know exactly how they like their tea and coffee swooon) for Adele please👉🏼👈🏼

From this prompt list

Who needs dialogue when I can just describe the domesticness.

~•~•~

Me, oh my I found you under an April sky And you feel like City life, apple pie baked just right Home is wherever you are tonight - Apple Pie, Lizzy McAlpine

~•~•~

It's a bit cold tonight.

Spring air breezes in through the windows, making the curtains rise and fall in a gentle dance of grace. The fireplace crackles in the hearth, trying its best to stay bright and alive as it spread its warmth around the cottage.

You're sitting nearby, cozy in the couch and underneath the soft, wool blankets and in the heaven of pillows. It's lonely without your wife in your arms, but the faint noises from the kitchen is an enough indicator for that. The clock nearby ticks and tocks as the minutes run by. The faint noise of the river outside and the occasional creak of the waterwheel fills the silence.

It's never like this in the city. Everything is so loud and chaotic. Cars loudly drive by. Your upstairs neighbors arguing at exactly 11 pm, with their maddening stomps echoing your bedroom ceiling. The sound of bed creaks from your neighbors on the left and the indecent noises that followed. Dogs barking outside in a frenzy. The sound of strangers outside, all drunk and singing about something related to a former lover.

But here... here it's peaceful. Serene. A paradise of just you and your lover, away from the madness and hell that resides back home.

Your wife emerges from the kitchen, a small smile on her face and burgundy hair definitely unruly from earlier antics after dinner. Her nightgown is frazzled, lazily put on with one side sliding off one shoulder, marks litter the sides of her snow white neck. Chestnut brown eyes, soft and looking at you with so much love and adoration.

Gods above, even like that, she's still beautiful.

There are two mugs in her hands, and she hands one to you as she gets under the covers. Immediately, you cuddle up to her side, hands cupping the mug, it's warmth heating up your cold hands. You can't help but wonder if it does the same to your wife's.

Your head rests on her chest as you take a sip of your hot chocolate. Not too sweet, not too bitter, and a healthy amount of marshmallows. Steam emanates from the mug, warming the tip of your nose. Adele is quiet as she sips her drink, and from what you can smell it's most likely bitter, black coffee. An arm is wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her and holding you gently.

You meet Adele's eyes, smiling and she smiles back with a little chuckle. Cold lips meet your warm ones, and you indulge yourself in the warmth it provides through your chest.

You don't mind the cold tonight, or the silence that it brings.

You have your wife, and that's all that matters.

#prompt #Adele #Welhaven

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Lizzy McAlpine Songs that Would Describe Relationships with Team Free Will 2.0 - Team Free Will 2.0 Preference (Supernatural)

Title: Lizzy McAlpine Songs that Would Describe Relationships with Team Free Will 2.0

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline

Word Count: 4,123 words

Warning(s): (Dean's) break-up, mention of torture, (Sam's) break-up, commitment issues, (Cas's) argument, break-up, mentions of torture/violence, (Jack's) fear of commitment

Author's Note: Some of these are stolen from my writing challenge I did for Lizzy's album because... they fit. They worked.

Also... this one's sadder than the Taylor Swift one was. I'm sorry!!

I didn't change any pronouns in the songs, but I did write the reader and Jack's characters as gender neutral.

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

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Dean Winchester:

Apple Pie

I found you under an April sky And you feel like City life, apple pie baked just right Home is wherever you are tonight

I wasn't supposed to hear the conversation.

But God was I happy that I did.

I was walking into the map room from the library. Dean was sitting at the head of the table in the map room with Sam sitting by one side. Dean's back was facing me.

"I can't explain it, Sammy," Dean said. "Being with (Y/n) just feels different."

I froze when I heard my name. Sam saw me, but just grinned, not stopping Dean's rambling.

"I... I gave up on retiring years ago, but (Y/n)... they make it feel possible," he continued. "They make everything outside of hunting feel so normal. I never thought I'd get to settle down; get hitched, buy a house, all that jazz. But now... I feel like I could. I've never loved someone like this before. It's nice."

I felt tears in my eyes before running forward and hugging Dean. It was awkward because he was sitting in a chair with his back to me. He jumped because he wasn't expecting me there. Sam was chuckling at us.

Dean stood up and awkwardly turned in my arms, wrapping his arms around me. Sam stood up and walked out, leaving us alone.

"I love you too," I mumbled.

He chuckled and kissed the side of my head.

"How long were you standing there," Dean asked.

"None of your business," I replied as I stepped back.

"Oh, is it," he rolled his eyes.

"Yup," I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

He grinned and pulled me into a kiss.

When he pulled away, his forehead leaned against mine. I kept my eyes closed as I smiled again.

Perfect.

hate to be lame

Hate to admit but it might be true Hate to admit but I think you knew Hate to be lame but I might love you

It was one of the rare mornings where I woke up before the brothers.

I had decided to start looking for a new case. It was meant to be a small act of kindness. Save a couple of hours in the long run.

I had turned on some quiet music in the hopes of fighting the constant silence in the bunker.

As I was waiting for my laptop to light up with some kind of strange behavior, I got distracted by the music playing. I grabbed two pens and started air-drumming on the library table.

I was so focused on my expert drum skills, that I didn't notice Dean walk in. When I looked at the door and saw him, my arms froze. He was just grinning at me.

"Morning," I said, waving a little bit.

He didn't reply for a moment, still just grinning.

"Okay..."

"(Y/n)," he only spoke up when I looked back at my laptop. I looked at him. "I... I love you."

"I... know," I confessed. His eyebrows furrowed at me. "I figured it out a while ago."

"That's great," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"You really aren't that subtle," I tried to explain. "I just didn't want to push anything."

He sighed, "Nice."

There was a moment of silence.

"Dean," I said. He hummed. "I love you too."

I saw the smile grow on his face.

He walked over and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. I grinned into the kiss.

Any sense of hesitancy or fear, I was fine with. Because I still got him at the end of the day.

When the World Stopped Moving

But when the world stopped moving You weren't by my side And that didn't feel right

I think everyone ended up getting swept up in the Mark of Cain business... which was then followed quickly by all of the Amara business.

Dean and I had separated when he had the mark. His choice. He wasn't a demon yet or anything; he just decided he didn't want to be with me.

I said okay and continued to help Sam find a cure.

When Amara was released, it felt like a knife to the gut. Imagine the man that you were still in love with suddenly being "bonded" to God's sister. It was a weird situation.

It didn't feel like anything calmed down until after Sam and I had gotten rescued from the British Men of Letters.

I had hugged Dean as soon as I saw him, ignoring any pain I was still in. He hugged me back and seemed to relax as soon as I did. I did think he was dead up to that point.

Now, I was back in my room in the bunker, trying to relax after Cas had healed me.

"(Y/n)," I looked at the door when Dean stepped in.

"Hey," I said, standing up and facing him.

"Hey," he forced a small grin. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I shrugged. "Cas healed most of it."

He nodded, "Good."

I forced a grin.

"Can we talk?"

I let out a breath and looked down for a second, "Sure. What's up?"

"I'm sorry," he said, taking a few steps forward. "For everything I did, but mostly for pushing you away."

I bit my lip.

"I ended things because I was a coward," he continued. "And I shouldn't have. I should've held onto you. All you were doing was trying to help. I'm so, so sorry."

I took a deep breath.

"I... I don't expect you to forgive me," he blinked a few times, clearly holding back tears. "I just know that I don't want to face another end of the world thinking that you hate me and with you not thinking that I'm still in love with you."

He looked down. I took a few steps forward, "Dean."

He looked at me.

I leaned in and kissed him gently. His arms gently wrapped around me, treating me like I was going to break if he held me too tight. My arms wrapped around his neck.

"I still love you too," I whispered, barely pulling away.

"I'd hope so," he mumbled.

I hit his arm lightly. He chuckled.

It felt like all was right again, like the world had corrected itself. It was perfect.

Sam Winchester:

reckless driving

Do you love me like that? If I keep on driving Would you hold me when we crash or would you let me go?

I loved him.

Fearlessly and unconditionally.

I wanted to believe he loved me the same way. He would kiss me, hold me, go on dates, the whole nine yards. But he was still pausing and hesitating. I could see it.

I could only go along with that for so long. I tried to be understanding, but there's only so long that I could go before the hesitation started feeling like he didn't want to be with me.

"We need to talk," I said bluntly, sitting across from Sam in the library.

"Okay," he replied. He moved the book he was reading to the side. "What's up?"

"We need to talk about this... wall," I explained. It was a difficult concept to put into words. "You're hesitating, Sam. A lot."

"What do you mean," he asked.

"You act like you want to be with me, but it feels forced. Like there's something pushing you back."

He looked away, eyes darting literally everywhere but me.

"I... I know your history," I continued. "And I'm trying not to push you, but there's only so long I can go without it feeling like you don't want to be with me-"

"I want to be with you," he cut me off. "I love you."

"I want to believe that," I replied. "I... I really want to believe that, Sam. I just need to know that if we're diving into this, then we're diving in together."

I watched him stand up and circled around the table. He leaned down and kissed me gently, cupping the sides of my face. I kissed him back.

"I'll be better," he promised, running his thumb along my cheekbone. "No matter what I have to do, just say it. I'm going to do better."

I smiled at him.

"I love you," he continued. "So much."

"I love you too," I replied.

He leaned down and kissed me again. It felt comfortable and hopeful. It just felt like it was going to be right.

I Know a Boy

I know a boy He tastes like the moon Hangs up the stars That dance 'round my room

I never woke up before Sam.

He got up early to usually go running and get started on his day. He would never admit how much of that routine was pushed by insomnia and nightmares.

It was a rare morning where I somehow managed to open my eyes before he did. I grinned. Victory.

I reached up and carefully moved his hair out of his face.

I smiled and kissed his jaw.

I loved seeing him be so comfortable and calm. He also did so much to make me happy and protect everyone. Seeing those brief moments where he wasn't doing that meant the world to me.

He was a hero, there was no question about it. But he didn't ask for that pressure. He didn't ask for that responsibility. He deserved moments like this. Where there wasn't any pressure.

Sam grumbled a little as he shifted and started opening his eyes. I moved to look at him properly.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"Morning," I replied.

We laid there in silence for a moment.

"Crap, I slept in," he said, going to roll away and get up.

"No," I muttered quickly, grabbing his arm. I pulled him back toward me.

I reached up to cup the side of his face in my hand. I smiled as my palm brushed the scruff on his face. His arms wrapped back around my waist.

"Just stay here for a bit," I begged. "Relax a little."

"I need to-"

"No," I shook my head. "You don't need to do anything. Just stay here with me for a little while."

I kissed his jawline again. I heard him sigh.

"Why are you insisting on this," he asked as I moved to look at him again.

"Because I see you rushing around all day," I explained. "You rush to save people and get things done and make me happy. I just... I want you to have a break from that."

He leaned down and nudged my nose with his, smiling softly at me.

"I love you," he muttered before kissing my forehead.

"I love you too."

Angelina

Are you coming home, Angelina? I think I'm done trying to hold on to you, mmm I think you should know, Angelina That I'd probably fall again if you wanted me to

I had gotten a series of calls after I left the bunker.

Sam and I had a pretty civil break-up. When I left the bunker, it wasn't as great.

He didn't want me out on my own.

I'm pretty sure it was more safety than anything, but I couldn't stay there. The bunker, as grand as it was, was too crowded with Sam, me, and all of our emotions bottled up in one place.

He would call and text me every once in a while. I tried to tell him I was alive, but there were times when I couldn't sit on the phone with him.

I didn't know how long I was going to get those calls until he told me.

Voicemail from 10:45 p.m.:

"Hey, it's me. I... I want to say I'm sorry. I know that you don't want me to call you as much as I do. Or at all. I've had trouble accepting that and I'm sorry. I'm... I'm going to stop calling. Um, that doesn't mean that I won't be here for you if you need it... and I hope I can still call you if Dean and I need help. I still love you. I'm sorry that it took you leaving for me to say that and try to show you. Goodbye, (Y/n)."

I closed my eyes as the voicemail ended. I knew saying goodbye was going to hurt. I didn't quite know how much.

I took a deep breath and put my phone down. I knew I was going to get through this. I just had to wait. And I hated waiting.

Castiel:

In Agreement

And I don't want this to fall through Collapsing is what I'm used to But we're all in agreement This is something I should hold onto

Cas and I had gotten into an argument.

It wasn't just a small argument either. It was bad. Loud and scary and awful. Every moment of it made me sick to my stomach. I wanted to erase the entire event from my memory.

I had spent a while hiding in my room, trying to calm down. I didn't like yelling at him, or anyone. I wanted to collect my thoughts and know that I wasn't going to say anything stupid in the heat of the moment.

After I took time to relax, I walked back out to the library, hoping that Cas was still there so we could talk. I stopped outside the entrance when I heard more yelling.

"You don't get to walk away from this, Cas," I heard Dean yell. "You two need to talk about this!"

"Dean-"

"No! Stay here. (Y/n) takes time to collect their thoughts. Stay here."

"I'm leaving."

"Cas," I heard Sam speak up. "Don't do this."

"(Y/n) walked away, so can I-"

"Because (Y/n) has unhealthy coping mechanisms and we all know that," Sam stopped him. "I've never seen either of you as happy as you are with each other."

"Sam's right," Dean added.

"We aren't forcing you two to hug and make up immediately," Sam explained. "We just want you guys to talk."

"Are you going to give (Y/n) the same talk?"

"As soon as we know you aren't gonna flutter away," Dean replied.

"Cas," I called from the doorway. I forced a grin. "Can we talk?"

The brothers froze.

Cas nodded and walked to me. I pulled him into a hug as soon as he was close enough. I let out a sigh of relief as his arms wrapped around me.

I stepped back, "Sorry. Come on."

Cas grabbed my hand as we walked out of the library.

"The boys are right," I said after a moment. "I've never been as happy as I am with you."

Cas looked at me, "I feel the same way."

I Knew

Why did you have to go so soon? Why? Why did you leave me there? Why did you leave me without you?

"You can't pull shit like that, Cas," I snapped. "You can't disappear for days at a time like that!"

"I wanted to bring back a win for you!"

"I didn't need that! I needed you! Sam and Dean got locked up in a government base, them and their mom started working with some twisted organization, a lot of shit happened. Of all the times to disappear on me, that was the worst. I needed you, Cas. I don't give a shit about the wins. I just needed to know you were there!"

It wasn't the first time Cas had gone dark in the name of getting something done. In the name of the greater good. I know he meant well, but I couldn't deal with this getting repeated time and time again.

I stepped backward as he stepped toward me.

"(Y/n)-"

"I want you to go," I muttered. "I... I can't be with someone that can so quickly drop me when they think they know what's best."

"(Y/n), I'm trying to help-"

"I know," I nodded. "I just... Please go."

Cas tried to step forward again, but I stepped away again, "I... I'm sorry."

I just nodded and looked down, listening to his steps leave the room.

I knew he meant well, but I couldn't do that anymore. There was a fine line between doing something for the greater good and abandoning your partner. I couldn't be on the bad side of that deal anymore.

Same Boat

But if there was ever a chance to tell you That I think about you every single day I don't know if I could take that chance Or take your hand and say

Cas and I were left in the bunker while Sam and Dean went out on a hunt. I had been hurt and Cas helped to take care of me. His grace was on the recharge. I refused to let him heal me as a way to waste resources.

Having Cas around for multiple days with no hunt to focus on made me incredibly nervous. Most days, I could ignore and avoid feelings because there was something more important to focus on. A hunt or research or something.

But now, I was stuck. I had no choice when I was with him other than to focus on how dumb it was that I had no problem hunting monsters but was too scared to tell a dude that I had a crush on him.

Cas had been trying to cook for me. I wasn't having trouble moving around, but he insisted.

I saw Cas jump back from the stove.

I furrowed my eyebrows and walked over from my place on the table.

He had managed to knock something over and when the water on the stove started boiling, it only made him panic more. I think most of it was from the new situation.

"Cas, Cas," I pulled him away from the stove and quickly turned it off. I moved the water off of the service, being careful not to burn my hand.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I wanted to do something nice for you and I failed. I'm sorry. I'll clean all of this up-"

"Cas..."

"And then I'll make something correctly-"

"Cas," I grabbed the sides of his face. "It's okay. You don't need to do any of this. I can clean up and you don't need to cook for me."

"But you're injured-"

"I can still move and take care of myself," I stepped back and held my arms out. "Look at me. I look fine. I feel fine. Sam and Dean just decided I need a babysitter."

He looked down awkwardly for a moment.

I grinned at him when he looked at me again. I took a few steps forward again, grabbing his face.

"You're doing a great job," I promised. "Amazing."

He grinned back at me.

I froze up for a moment, just kind of studying his face a little bit.

"(Y/n)," he mumbled softly.

I leaned in slowly and pressed my lips to his. Cas froze up for a moment. I leaned back when I noticed.

"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I shouldn't-"

Cas leaned in and kissed me again. I kissed him back immediately, hands moving to his shoulders.

It was amazing.

Jack Kline:

Pancakes for Dinner

I think that I should probably tell you this in case there is an accident And I never see you again So please save all your questions for the end And maybe I'll be brave enough by then

I wanted to stop hesitating.

After watching the ordeal with the alternate Michael, Lucifer, and watching Jack lose their grace, I wanted to stop hesitating.

I watched Bobby walk out of where he and Jack were training. I walked in to see Jack dragging themself off the ground.

"Hey," I said quietly.

"Hey," they grumbled.

I sighed seeing the bruises and cuts on their face, "Come on."

"What," they asked.

"I'm going to clean up those cuts," I held out a hand to them. "Come on."

I dragged Jack out to the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit. As I cleaned the cut on their cheek, I noticed them watching me. My heartbeat picked up as I moved away from them.

"Jack," I said. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," they replied.

"Well, umm," I let out a sigh. "Gosh. I..."

I looked down, all confidence fading.

"(Y/n)," Jack touched my hand.

I took a deep breath and looked back up.

"I really like you," I managed to blurt out. Jack just looked at me for a moment. "I just think that you're really sweet and we get along so well and I really, really like you. If you don't like me back, that's fine. We can forget this ever happened-"

"I don't want to forget about it," they cut me off. I froze. "I really like you too."

"Oh... really?"

"Really," they nodded.

I was just frozen in shock as I smiled at them. Jack leaned over and kissed my cheek quickly. We both looked at each other for a moment before starting to chuckle at each other.

It was the softest moment I had ever experienced, and I never wanted to forget about it.

Let Light be Light

But my therapist says to just let light be light So I'm letting him stay around I think that he's good for me This boy that I've found

"Alright, keep me updated," I said into the phone. "Okay. Bye, Jack. See you later."

As I hung up the phone, I felt my face warming up. I tucked my phone into my pocket before looking at the bus stop that Charlie had been worried about.

"You two are sweet," Sam commented.

"What," I asked.

"You both just seem very happy and sweet," he repeated.

"Oh, thanks," I looked down nervously for a second.

"I agree with Sam," Charlie added.

"I hope you two are happy," Sam continued. I nodded. "And you aren't running?"

"You are talking some big game about commitment there, Winchester."

"I'm serious, (Y/n)," he said. "You two are happy and... I want you to just accept being happy."

"Do I run a lot," I asked.

"Hunters naturally have fears of commitment," Charlie commented.

"Thanks."

Sam turned to face me, "Just let yourself be happy."

I grinned at him, "I will, Sammy."

He grinned and nodded before turning around again.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to read the message.

From Jack: Dean said that it would be nice to randomly message you and remind you how amazing you are. You're amazing!

I chuckled and felt my face warm up again. Charlie snagged my phone

"I would kill for this kind of crap!"

I Think I

I think I love you I hurt the ones I love the most I promise it's not you Push away when you're too close

It was pretty early in our relationship. My confidence when I confessed my feelings had long since faded. I was now nervous and shy and ready to run at any chance.

I just wanted to slip away at night without question and avoid the conversation that would follow later.

Was that stupid when Jack and I lived in the same place? Yes.

Did the anxious part of my mind give a shit? Absolutely not.

I had made it out from under the covers and was about to walk out when I felt Jack grab my hand.

"Where are you going," I turned around to see them pouting at me.

They rubbed their eyes. I sighed. Looking adorable like that was not fair.

"My room," I muttered.

"I thought you were staying here tonight," Jack pulled on my hand.

"I... I was," I nodded. "I just... I need to... I should-"

"What's going on," they sat up. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing-"

"Hey," they pushed. "Please tell me what's wrong."

"I'm just... nervous."

"Did I make you uncomfortable," Jack asked. I shook my head. "Why are you nervous?"

I let go of Jack's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I just... I've never really been here before," I explained. "I've never needed to consider what was the right step at the right time and how fast relationships are meant to move. It's all just very... new to me."

They nodded, "You can go back to your room if you want to. I won't force you to stay here."

"No," I scooted closer to them. "I... I want to stay here with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied. "I... I am never going to move forward if I keep trying to stay in the same place forever."

Jack grinned before reaching forward and tugging on my arm.

This was all worth it. And that night was when I finally started truly accepting that.

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Author's Note: Pretty sure I'd get hit if I didn't give "Apple Pie" to Dean

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