#hes so zeppelin in that tanktop

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Please

Alright so here is the sequel to Smile!  For a while I was really struggling to figure out how to write a continuation of that story because I really wanted to.  I had two ideas in my head, and knew that both were probably going to play out anyway, so I just started writing and here we are.  I hope you all like it!

I used two songs in this story as my inspiration.  The first is The Man That Got Away sung by Judy Garland.  You can hear that here.

The second song I used is Thank You by Led Zeppelin.  You can hear that here.

I strongly encourage that you listen to the songs so you get an idea of the mood of the story!

Let me know if you want a third story.  I already have something loosely in mind! :)

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Title: Please Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~1660 Pairing: (Dean x Reader) Warnings: Angst.  A smidgen of fluff.  And then more angst.

You tidied up a little in your small apartment, clad only in a tanktop and panties, just about ready to turn in for the night when you hear a knock at the door.  You furrow your eyebrows.  Who the hell is knocking at this time of night.  I don’t even know anybody in this bumblefuck of a town.  You grab your gun off the coffee table, taking quiet steps towards the door, cursing everything as you wish you had a peephole on the door.  Great, I guess I’ll just wing it.  Gun in one hand, you pull the door open wide, gun cocked right in the knocker’s face.  It takes you a moment, but you finally lower your weapon, eyes full of confusion and sadness.

“How did you find me?” …. …. …. “Hello, sweetheart.”  

The night is bitter, The stars have lost their glitter; The winds grow colder And suddenly you’re older - And all because of the man that got away.

No more his eager call, The writing’s on the wall; The dreams you dreamed have all Gone astray.

You stand there unspeaking, unable to form any words, your mind racing a million miles an hour, wondering how on earth Dean could have found you.  You deliberately covered your tracks, trying to get off the grid and off of the hunter’s network as much as possible.  Clearly your hard work was in vain because in front of you were those gorgeous, forest green eyes that you thought you’d never see again.

Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes slowly taking you in.  It had been so long since he’d seen you, been with you, that he couldn’t help himself as his eyes slowly raked over your form.  You were so beautiful.  And it wasn’t just because he could never take your eyes off of you when you wore those particular pair of jeans.  It was because of the way you smiled, the way you twirled your hair between your fingers when you were bored, the way your laugh twinkled in his ear.  There were so many beautiful things about you, but you were still one of the fiercest hunters he’d ever met.  You were predatory and aggressive while you hunted; that would never be debated, but the way you moved, you stalked elegantly and graceful, almost feline in your approach.

It was mesmerizing.  And he was completely captivated by you.

The man that won you Has gone off and undone you. That great beginning Has seen the final inning. Don’t know what happened. It’s all a crazy game! No more that all-time thrill, For you’ve been through the mill - And never a new love will Be the same.

He chewed on his lip as he waited for you to say something.  Anything.  You continued to look at him, still in shock that he was standing right in front of you.

Dean’s eyes finally met your own.

“So…uh…ya gonna let me in?”

And you slammed the door in his face.

You leaned back against the door, knowing that he was still there, a loud groan signaling his presence.

“C’mon (Y/N) don’t be like that!  At least talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath, everything that you and Dean shared rushing back to you.  You tried to blink away a few stray tears, biting the side of your finger, otherwise you know a sob would escape past your lips.

Why did he have to show up?  It’s hard enough dealing with this alone every day.  Doesn’t he know how hard this is for me?!

“Please…Please, (Y/N).  At least say something.”

Good riddance, good-bye! Ev'ry trick of his you’re on to. But, fools will be fools - And where’s he gone to?

The road gets rougher, It’s lonelier and tougher. With hope you burn up - Tomorrow he may turn up. There’s just no letup the live-long night and day!

You continued to stare there, trying to slow down the rapid beating of your heart.  You pressed the back of your head to the door, closing your eyes, everything from the past couple of months brought back to the front of your mind.  There was no denying that you missed him.  You had thought it would get easier as time went on, but you were finding that it was actually becoming more and more difficult without him.  The day you left it was as if you left a part of yourself in that bunker, somewhere between the cheeseburgers and the ancient books of lore is where it resided.  It was somewhere in the garage, lingering in the impala, and on the old speakers that Dean and you rigged up to dance like idiots all through the bunker.  

You fought a smile, shaking your head, knowing that being with him again meant more pain, being ignored, and loud, boisterous fights.  Could he change?  Would he ever be different?  Could he be different for me?

“Please, (Y/N).  Don’t tell me that you can’t remember a single time when we were happy!”

It was a chilly late September night when Dean practically abducted you out of the bunker to take a ride with him. (“Where are we going, Dean?  I have a lot of work to get done in the library.  Can’t we just go back to the bunker?”  “Live a little, (Y/N), you’re becoming a little too attached to that library.  Can’t have you turning into a girl version of Sammy.”)

He wouldn’t tell you where you were going so you just leaned your head on the window of the impala, smiling to yourself as you listened to Dean sing off-key to a Led Zeppelin song:

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by. My love is strong, with you there is no wrong, together we shall go until we die. My, my, my. An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look… see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles, Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one. Happiness, no more be sad, happiness….I’m glad. If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

He would look at you every so often, singing the lyrics to you while you giggled, his hand ever so present on your knee as the both of you drove into the night.   After what seemed like at least an hour of driving, Dean had finally pulled over onto the side of the road, looking at you and waggling his eyebrows before he drove the impala into the field beside the highway.  You looked at him inquisitively and all you got in return was one of his shit-eating smirks that drove you crazy.  You rolled your eyes as you watched him get out of the car to rifle around in the trunk.  He finally came around to your side, wrenching your door open so you were blasted with the chill of the night.  He produced a blanket that you were about to snatch from him but he moved it out of your reach, taking your hand into his as he pulled you around to the front of the car.

You huffed at him, Dean chuckling under his breath as he laid the blanket out on the hood of the car, turning to you and picking you up by your hips, depositing you onto the hood.  He climbed up beside you, shrugging his jacket off to drape it around your shoulders, pulling you close to the heat of his body.

“This is all I need.  You and Baby.”

“Who are you talking to, Dean?  Me or the car?”

He chuckled.  “What could be better?  My baby on top of Baby.  This is the life.””

You rolled your eyes, your lips parting into a smile.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m yours.”

“Please, (Y/N).  Just let me know you’re there.”  His voice sounded strangled, the way you know it sounded when he was trying to choke back tears.

“Please…”

You shook your head, holding yourself, your arms wrapped around your body as you blinked back a few more tears, knowing that this was the best for the both of you.  He just didn’t know it yet, but you knew eventually that he would understand that you were doing something for the both of you.  You were trying to be strong for the both of you so he could save the world like he always had to.  He did not need you as another thing to worry about in his life, and it was hard enough to be with him during the good times.

As you went to go throw on a pair of pajama bottoms your heart began to race, all of the memories too overwhelming to stop thinking about.  Maybe you were wrong.  Maybe you should just hear him out.  It was kind of a dick move to leave him at the door like that. As your hand reached the doorknob, your heart race, not knowing what to expect, not knowing what kind of outcome this was going to have.  Hopefully you could just get him out of your system if you heard him out and saw him one last time.

You turned the knob, pulling the door open, mumbling something about how he could come inside if he wanted to.

Ever since this world began There is nothing sadder than A one-man woman looking for The man that got away…. The man that got away.

But he was gone.

Read Part 3

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☾ cute character questions ☽ - Artie & Axi (if you want)

the basics:

name: Artana “Artie”  Sao age: He’s like... late 20s ‘now’ zodiac sign: Pisces? one good trait: Always tips the waitress/waiter one bad trait: Napping in weird places  

habits:

one bad habit: Sleeping in one good habit: Daily stretching one habit they can’t break: Staying up too late one they’ve broken: Worrying a lot more than necessary when deciding to chat up a cute guy what they’re afraid of: Not being accepted 

family:

their parents names: Myio and Nata Sao their siblings names: Ayana Sao (Sister) favorite childhood memory: All the mischief he got up to with Jax is high on the list favorite childhood toy: He had quite a few model starships he loved and like a ‘kid safe’ tool kit he lovedembarrassing story: Once called a teacher mumfavorite family member: He can’t pick a story about that family member:

what they prefer:

coffee or tea? Teashowering in the day or night? Night time, because that means you can get nice and cosy in bed afterwards taking baths or taking showers? Bathstv or movies? TVwriting or reading? Writing actually, doesn’t always have the concentration span for readingplatonic or romantic love? whynotboth.gificed tea or lemonade? Lemonadeice cream or smoothies? Smoothiescupcakes or cake? Cupcakesbeach or mountains? Mountains (beaches look nice but sand and fur= no) 

favorites:

song: Probably something light and poppyband: He likes pop music, so it’d probably be some sorta ensemble group outfit: He likes to wear blue and grey place: Courscant memory: Meeting Jax might be oneperson: Key, Jax, his sister, his parents, movie: He likes comediesshow: He likes cartoons 

the basics:

name: Axi Revelage: as of now she’s like 29zodiac sign: Leo one good trait: Empathy one bad trait: Impulsive 

habits:

one bad habit: one good habit:one habit they can’t break: one they’ve broken: She thinks a bit more before rushing into things than she used towhat they’re afraid of: Loss

family:

their parents names: Lyee and Andronikos Reveltheir siblings names: Only child favorite childhood memory: Kind of hard to pick, but maybe the first time her dad let her ‘help fly’ the ship favorite childhood toy:  She had a realy big cuddly TaunTaun she was very fond of that Talos brought her as a Life Day present when she was three. embarrassing story: She once had a shoe stolen by a Mahky (local primate type animal) because it managed to get into the entrance hall of the house,  and  she tried to chase it down, it ended with the Mahky climbing up a tree and her not getting the shoe back favorite family member: She can’t pick, she loves her parents and ‘Uncle Talos’ equally and then you add Gev to that and her kids and the other kids on the ranch etca story about that family member:

what they prefer:

coffee or tea? Tea showering in the day or night? Either is good (Especially with company -wink-) taking baths or taking showers? Baths tv or movies? Movies writing or reading? Readingplatonic or romantic love? Both are very important iced tea or lemonade? Lemonadeice cream or smoothies? Ice Creamcupcakes or cake? Bothbeach or mountains? Both 

favorites:

song: She’s one of those ‘Can listen to a bit of everythng’ types but would have a soft spot for like ‘classic rock’ so probably something Led Zeppelin likeband: her taste goes over the shop but yeah would probably have a soft spot for like Led Zeppelin type rock musicoutfit:  Well her dress sense has changed a bit over the last few years, slightly less chance to get ‘glammed up’, but can’t go wrong with like a tanktop, leather jacket, trousers and a good pair of boots place: Toreth is wonderful but so is Dantooine memory: Hard to pick, marrying Gev or giving birth to Miandros are probably right up there thoughperson: Gev, Miandros, (And Aeshira when they show up), Imogene, Roscoe, Jona, Jaren, Hewett, ‘Kiddo’, Ulandi, Zeva, her parents, Corso, Arawen, Elessabeth, Zim... she has a lot of people she loves okmovie: She’s really fond of what’s basically the SW version of Indiana Jones show: SW Version of Drag Race