#my heart is so fluff whenever i talk about speedwagon

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Ah Speedwagon my love. I adore coming up with Ogre Street hcs. I'm even working on a fic about how my OC Amaryllis became England's most protected woman because she helped Speedwagon the night he got his face scar 👉👈

So here's some lovely Speedwagon/Ogre Street ideas I've had.

Speedwagon's life of crime began as a child. His family was poor and he was hungry. He realized shop owners don't pay much attention to grubby little kids, so he stole himself a pastry. He adored.

Speedwagon = Aladdin. He's a criminal with a good heart. And he looks out for kids

Don't you dare harm a child in front of Speedwagon or he will invent a new way to murder you.

He started carrying knives at age 8

He invented his saw blade hat at 17.

For a while when he was younger, his hair looked a lot like Caesar's. But he overheard someone calling a long haired man a "scoundrel" and decided to look his part.

He got his scar getting jumped on his way home one night. As he was fading out of consciousness, it was his right hand man Tattoo who fended off the attack and helped him.

Speedwagon sometimes sings to himself as he works. His voice is very nice, but he doesn't do it often.

Speedwagon loves hugs but does not receive them often.

Speedwagon adopted a stray cat some teens had been attacking and kept it safe. It was a little orange cat with one eye. He named it Eliot, after a composer he enjoyed, George Eliot.

Fun fact: a REO Speedwagon song came on as I was typing these so I guess even Speedwagon approved! 😜

/proceed to play can't fight this feeling on spotify /

I love first of all how you have taken the part of Ogre Street into account, and how that has developed attached to showing why Robert E.O Speedwagon is the way he is. I would love to know more about your OC! I think you are very focused on everything canonical that Araki presents us in his development of Speedwagon and I would be very interested to know how Amaryllis would merge into that canon! it's something I personally have to admit, I love it! I enjoy so much when they focus on developing the canon to give more weight to their own character.

So let's read headcanons!

I love that comparison you made with Aladdin! since she had also thought something similar at his young age. only that I had considered him an orphan. an orphan who seeks the greater good for an entire community of children who would in that case be his family. (I must confess that in the Plastic Beach Speedwagon arc I took it as a faithful reference to my own character: Nicolai Howlett! hehe> :))

Yes! Speedwagon imagined him as that unruly child who tries to be smarter than his opponent, but many times he has ended up in the dirty mud with his dirty face since his noble heart ends up accusing him. Do you have that headcanon that maybe had an idol when he was little? continuing with the Jojos retrospective. just like Josuke with his "savior or hero" maybe Speedwagon had a hero as a child, who was undoubtedly a delinquent man but saved him and his little gang! perhaps for the same reason he adopted that cap that he had, even inherited.

The wound part of him! I like to believe that he was someone malicious who did it to scare the group of criminals from him, like that when you insert the dagger and wait for the other to scream in pain to see his weakness. Maybe that happened with Speedwagon but he continued with the assurance of him like "go on, because hearing me scream you won't"

Now Speedwagon but older.

Singing? YES! OBVIOUSLY YES! I adore with all my soul. Speedwagon likes to hum tunes and feed little birds. they brighten their days as well as sing them a different melody every morning. and what to say about the hugs! It looks so soft that you could even sleep on his chest with the heat that emanates (hehe canon)

Speedwagon the salvator of orphan children and street kittens! for me that is printed, I love it.

I adore the detail of the kitten's name. he surely had many more kittens and raised them in the way that a bird can feel safe around a street cat. and it would be a tremendous analogy to how he was adopting his character as a street cat, to an adorable yellow bird.

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We were 18. - Jotaro Kujo.

Me?? Posting something about Jotaro?? How strange. This piece of work is also dedicated to two of my comfort characters, Kakyoin and Joseph. This artwork is really important to me, it really holds a special place in my heart so.. enjoy! 

Neutral reader x Jotaro Kujo

Jojo’s bizzare adventures: Stardust Crusaders (spoilers)

AU

SFW | fluff 

Trigger warning: usual jojo violence, reference to grief, insomnia.

Word count: 1760.

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Since you returned from your tumultuous trip in Egypt, your life has never been the same. Once you came back to your hometown, not a moment passed by when you didn’t remember the terrible scenes you’ve witnessed during the fight with Dio. The memory of Kakyoin’s death was still so vivid in your mind and the more you tried to shake that thought out of your head, the more you kept reliving it – over and over again.

There were times when you swore you saw Kakyoin among a crowd of people; times when you could just hear his voice calling your name. Every time you closed your eyes Avdol, Kakyoin and Iggy were there. You barely slept anymore – most of the times you did so, you had nightmares about what happened in El Cairo. You lost count of how many nights you have spent crying in your bed, curled up in between your sheets in the silence of your lonely house. Living alone didn’t help; you were used to sneak into one of the crusaders’ room whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on or, simply, a place where you could feel safe. It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up squished between Kakyoin and Jotaro or trapped in one of Joseph bear-hugs. But now, you were thousands of kilometres away from the rest of the group, alone in your cold bedroom. There was no one to go to, and no one you could talk about how you felt. It was just you and your painful memories. No one would understand what you’ve been through – how could they? How could you ever explain how intense the 50 days you spent with the crusaders had been?

Another nightmare woke you up, as per usual. You gasped loudly as if you just started to breathe again after a long apnea and quickly sat down in the middle of your bed, holding onto your sheet. You started shaking as your chest moved up and down with rapid movements trying to catch your breath, tears streaming down your face. You were staring at the void in your pitch-dark room, trying to control your sobs and make yourself realise that you were back to reality. You stretched one of your arms to reach the lamp on your bedside table, curling yourself up while you slowly started to calm down. Wiping out the tears from your cheeks with your jumper’s sleeve, you finally dragged yourself out of bed and slowly went to the kitchen, making yourself some tea.

As you sat down to drink your hot beverage hoping it would bring you some comfort, you started to rehearse your dream - as if you could just replay it in your head as one would normally do with songs or movies. It wasn’t very different from any other dreams you had.

Kakyoin’s body was lying lifeless against the roof Dio had thrown him onto, his expression crippled by the excruciating pain he must have felt. An enormous wound had completely swept away part of his body, leaving a big opening in the middle of it. You were screaming at him at the top of your lungs, begging him to spare the last bit of energy he had left in his body. But the ending was the same every damn time; he would use his last breath to reveal to Joseph the secret of The world, Dio’s Stand, and launch his last attack with Emerald Splash. You woke up every time you tried to reach Kakyoin’s body. You were never able to say goodbye to him -  not even in your dreams. The same thing happened with Avdol and Iggy too. You never got the chance to see them one last time, because you were busy fighting elsewhere.

You sighed loudly, stopping yourself from having another breakdown and sipping some tea from your cup. It was in that exact moment, that the phone rang. It was 3:00 AM where you lived, so you expected one of the boys to be on the other end of the telephone. You and the rest of the crusaders exchanged your numbers the last time you saw each other at the airport and had kept in contact ever since. To your surprise, the person you talked the most was Jotaro. You were about the same age and had created a strong bond during your trip, even if you would have never bet on it. Kakyoin used to always joke about your crush on Jotaro, always encouraging you to give it a shot. But things turned out to be too frenetic and dangerous to engage any sort of romantic relationship. Despite that, you would never miss a chance to sit next to each other or just spend most of the time together. The two of you even kissed at one point, but never talked about it again – not even during your strangely long phone calls.

Crawling your feet on the floor of your kitchen, you got up and finally answered the phone: “Hello?”

“Hey.” Jotaro’s deep voice replied. “How come you’re awake? It’s late where you are.” he added.

“You called. Is this a good excuse?” you said lightly laughing, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.

When the sun rose, you were still talking to Jotaro. He asked you about your dream – he knew about your insomnia and your recurring nightmares and just wanted to be there for you. He wasn’t the best at comforting, and most of the time he never dared to say a word; but you knew it was a sensible topic for him too, and the fact that he would let you confide in him was more than enough.

“It’s a big deal for me too.” he said. You just hummed, allowing him to talk freely about what was going on inside his head – and heart. “Sometimes I can barely breathe. I just wish everything was over.” he cut short, clearing his throat immediately after finishing his sentence. Hearing those words from him just broke your heart; he always showed himself as a cold, calm and collected person and never allowed his emotions to have the best of him. He could often come off as an emotionless brute, but you knew it was all a façade that hid a more sensible and soft side of him. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, only broken by the sound of your breaths. “Don’t hang up.” you said ultimately, letting out a big sigh.

“I won’t. I’m here.” His voice replied, sounding velvet through the telephone.

--

The plane landed after what felt like an eternity, the flight from your country took countless hours to arrive in Japan. At the airport, a member of the Speedwagon foundation was waiting for you, Holly standing next to him. As soon as you got closer to them, Holly quickly fell into your arms, hugging you tightly. ‘I’m so glad you’re here!’ she squeaked, while cupping your cheeks in her hands and showering you with affection. You let out an embarrassed laugh, and after that warm welcome you finally reached the car. You seated in the backseat, tiredly resting your head against the window of your car’s door. You took a quick look at the clock and closed your eyes, trying to get some rest.

When you arrived, Holly gently woke you up. The car was parked in front of the Kujo’s residence, the place where it all started. A fast sequence of memories flashed in front of your eyes as you meticulously watched the house in front of you, remembering exactly how you felt when you arrived the first time, and how you felt when you left. Holly placed and hand on your shoulder and nodded, indicating to you Jotaro’s room. “He wasn’t in a great mood today, he hasn’t been in a while” she said hopelessly. “Just excuse him if he speaks to you rudely.” she added, feeling sorry for the harsh manners her son always displayed. You reassured her smiling, before walking to his room.

Once you stood in front of his door, your heart started beating so loud. A part of you was dying to see the boy you heart belonged to, the other was afraid to see him broken into pieces. But that was the reason why you went there in the first place. You didn’t want to leave him alone anymore. He needed a shoulder to cry on as much as you did – maybe more, if it was possible. You had to be there.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. Heavy footsteps came your way before the door opened, revealing Jotaro’s figure towering over you.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing he-“ he tried to ask, before getting interrupted by your hug; you almost pushed yourself against his body, making him take a step back to not lose balance. You wrapped your arms around his strong torso, breathing in his perfume and holding him as close as humanly possible to you. Being in his arms felt like being at home – a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while. It wasn’t long before Jotaro reciprocated your hug, hiding his face into your hair and leaving a soft kiss on your head. He closed the door behind you and just held you in his embrace, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being reunited with you. “You don’t know how much I missed you.” he said, not even trying to let you go. You hinted a small laugh, rubbing his muscled back with your right hand. “I can imagine.”, you replied. He slowly distanced himself from you, placing his hands over your cheeks, staring at you with his eyes full of tears. He was scanning every inch of your face and figure, almost as if he wanted to convince himself that you were real, that you were there. He rested his forehead on yours, locking his gaze on yours, making it impossible to break eye contact. “I don’t want to lose you anymore” you whispered. “You saved my life so many times, in so many ways. I always thought it was the wrong time, I always ran away from my feelings but..” you continued, but before you could finish your sentence, he quickly put his lips on yours – shutting you up with a kiss. You could feel tears running on his face. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer to you, reciprocating the kiss.

“I have loved you since we were 18.” he whispered.

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untitled  ❝ ___ ❞

✧ pairing jotaro kujo x gn (doctor) reader (before diu)

✧ genre fluff i think

✧ warning descriptions of blood, a pretty large injury, basic surgery, mentions of needles, thorns, and stitches kinda 

✧ extra reader is a doctor working for the speedwagon association and has a stand !! i would love to talk about it more if anyone asks <3 i didn’t really know how to end it off smh 

“hello?”

“hm?” you mumble mindlessly, eyes trained on the contour of his abs.

“i’m bleeding. handle this.”

he snaps your attention back and you give a wry smile, scrambling for the gauze and ointments. you move up even closer and your brain refuses to let go of the idea that you were almost, a just a little shuffle away from being head first in his chest.

a singular prod at the edge of the gash has him jerking the tiniest bit, hissing lowly in pain. you bravely glance into his eyes, a silent promise to him that you’ll try to reduce the pain as soon as possible, and to finally get to business.

the anesthesia could only be swiped along the cut, with your own hands you realize. you give him another look, waiting for permission to move forward and he nods, watching as your index and middle, coated in a cool gel, dab themselves along his wound.

you’re unsure if he sighs in content or at your leisurely pace, but the knot in his brows in gone and your shoulders sink. at least he’s not in pain anymore. you pick up the pair of sleek black tweezers by your side, pulling at the bits of clothing in his wound as he watches with dark eyes.

finally it’s time to actually clean the blood, most of it dried and clotted along the edges. 

“..kujo-”

“jo..jo,” he interrupts. “jojo is fine.”

‘kujo’ makes me sound old.. 

“ah, jojo, yes. what a cute little nickname.”

immediately you get back to the task at hand, dabbing gingerly at the blood and wiping carefully to clear his skin of maroon dust. you don’t notice the way he peers down at you, as you laughed over his saying ‘jojo’, admiring the efficiency at which you move. he almost wishes there was a little more blood just so he could observe you further and try to understand just why his heart seemed to beat heavier whenever your breaths brushed along his chest.

“now, i’m going to bring out my stand ..jojo (he cringed), so lie down, hands at your side.” the authoritative air now surrounding you draws him and he moves quickly without qualms, amazing for a man who should be in significant pain.

“mother’s cradle,” you whisper, eyes gleaming as a doll-like figure with voluminous, twisting curls appeared by your side. it was a relatively large stand, deep royal blue skin, silver hair and noticeable winding vines, roses and thorns all over it’s body, forming a sort of dress. from it’s hands a thin spindle of green threadlike thing was created, shiny and strong, lead by a sharp penetrative thorn shaped into a needle.

he was enraptured as you clearly guided the needle to move towards the area on his chest, at the edge of the gash. another vine grew from Mother’s Cradle’s shoulder, the dew at the center of a rose stretched oddly into a sort of scope. similarly, other vines and thorns and creations followed and formed a set of surgical tools, all promptly created and exact. 

“mother’s cradle’s work is invisible after it’s done. it’ll only be a pinch of pain in the beginning, and if you don’t mind, i’ll start...”

the needle danced through the opening of his chest, a lovely winding spool of fiber brining the tear together, beautifully. it moved in harmony with the other tools like a practiced dance routine and he, jotaro, was enraptured. the pain was negligible compared to the story unfolding before his eyes; the degree of meticulousness in your stand control stirred both his thoughts and his curiosity deeply.

he found himself wishing time would slow once more - no more than ten minutes later your stand called back all of it’s creation and bundled into itself like a rose before disappearing.

you swiped over the now barely perceptible cut with a wipe, “andd now it’s done; i did take longer than usual but I wanted to make sure there were no issues with your blood flow, sorry for the extra time used. is there any abnormal pain left? any strange feelings?”

he only stares at you as your lips twitch and imaginary sweat rolls down the side of your face. this continues for one minute, two, three and finally he speaks.

“none at all. work with me.”

“ah? come again?”

he sits up and examines his torso in full, nodding slightly to himself, the little crinkle at the side of his mouth signaling his satisfaction.

“you like studying anatomy and genes and bodies of various species and organisms, similar to me. you’ve got your doctorate, and mother’s cradle basically confirms it. work with me.”

confirms what?

he says the most he’s ever said this evening and instead of swooning a little ball of anger pushes at your mind.

“see here, kujo, i’m not interested in working under anyone,” you start, a hand up in protest.

“that’s obvious,” he states, a dead look in his eye.

it’s exasperating dealing with such a clueless man you think, ready to explain further.

“i asked you to work with me. as a partner or other half in command - you’re too proud of a person to actually work below anyone right? forget that, what’s your answer?”

a fleeting weight is released from your shoulder and you sit there dumbly until he rises from the bed, towering over you, kneeling on the floor. you also rise and cough into the elbow of your coat. “if that’s what you meant then, thank you for the offer and yes, kujo -”

“.. jotaro is fine. just jotaro.”

“jotaro, got it. but no more jojo? or doctor kujo?” you joke, and the thought crosses your mind that maybe it’s too early but he breaks his silence soon enough, moderately dragging the rim of his hat down.

“...childish and i’m not a full doctor yet.”

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Then and Now - Dear Diary

AN: It's been a while since I’ve written Supernatural, or Dean, but I'm back now with a new Series. Gonna be 10 parts in total with a lot of feels and fluffs. I've been toying with this idea since I started re-watching spn earlier this year (thank you quarantine) and then after reading a series by the amazing @percywinchester27​ I got inspired and started writing. Shout out to my awesome beta @thorne93​, you da bees knees. 

AN2: I'm doing a thing where I raffle off a personalised drabble every month. How do you join? Easy, just hammer that reblog button. Reblog is one entry, reblog with comment is two entries. So you help spread my work and you might get a little sumpthin’ in return. Win Win

Pairing: AUDean x Reader

Warnings: Some grade A second hand embarrassment (it gets a bit awkward, yo!) There's some talk about sex in this. Italics are entries from her diary. 

Wordcount: 2070

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Summary: It's 2010 and you’re back in Lawrence to settle your family’s affairs after your mom passed. You hope to be in and out of town before anyone really knows you’re there, but that doesn't go as plan. Will a certain green eyed mechanic convince you to come back to the life you once had in Lawrence? Or are you going to return to the real world as soon everything is settled. 

Three weeks had passed since that night by the lake, and the farm was back in pristine condition. You had worked tirelessly, day in and day out, with some help from your friends of course. It had been so great to reconnect with them all. Honestly, you were the happiest that you had been in a while. There still was a dull ache in your heart though, one that seemed to strengthen every time you were with Dean. It was hard to be around him, to be his friend when you knew that was all it was ever going to be. And now that there was nothing left to keep your days occupied, that old restless feeling had settled in your bones again. 

This life wasn't meant for you. Not on this farm. Not Dean. Not even your friends. It was an unachievable dream, just out of reach, and it was slowly driving you insane. Hope had ignited in you that night by the lake, maybe, just maybe there was a chance for you and Dean, but nothing had happened since then to tell you that that was the case. So now you were convinced you had put more meaning in his words than was really there. 

Some days you would stop by the pet shop and say hi to Red, which now was something you looked forward to. Donna told you that he had been a lot happier since you started visiting him, and at times he was a real chatterbox now. You would let him on your shoulder and walk around the store while you talked softly to him, treating him some sunflower seeds here and there. Red greeted you with a high pitched hello every time you walked through the doors, and when you left, he would reach his little foot out as if he was trying to stop you from leaving. At times you wondered if he would make a good travel companion. If he could come with you in your truck as you drove around the country, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside. 

It was another beautiful Saturday morning, music was blasting from your old boombox as you cleared out your closet. It was an old mixed CD that Dean had given you way back when, filled with Metallica, Zeppelin, Skynyrd, and everything else Dean listened to. REO Speedwagon played in the background as you found the stacks of old diaries in the far right corner, hidden under some other junk. A smile played on your lips as you pulled them out, five of them in total, all with different covers around them. 

“This is bound to be awkward,” you mumbled to yourself as you picked them all up and carried them with you down stairs. 

After filling your cup with coffee, you brought it all with you to the front porch to start what would most definitely be an embarrassing trip down memory lane. 

June 1st 1995

Dear diary. 

I had a huge fight with Jo today. We were gonna hang out after my guitar lesson and she just kept houding me to play… IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. I asked her nicely to back off, but she wouldn't leave it alone. Then she said I was just scared of embarrassing myself in front of Dean and I was sooooooo mad at her. Like… I swore her to secrecy when I told her about my crush on him and now… God… I don't think I can ever face him again. 

She's such a BITCH sometimes. 

The word ‘bitch’ was spelled out in big red letters, and you couldn't help but chuckle at your fifteen year old self. Gone were the days when your troubles were this innocent. 

There was no entry for a couple of days, just some doodles of Dean's name over and  over again. 

June 5th 1995

So I made up with Jo. She apologized which I know is, like, super hard for her to do, so we’re good again. She told me Dean has been acting really strange the last few days. Been all quiet and stuff. She said that Benny told her that Cas had told him that Dean asked Cas if he thought I had a crush on him. 

Jo thinks Dean has a crush on me too, but I don't think so. The last girlfriend he had was Lisa Braeden and she's so beautiful. No way I can compete with that. I just need to get over these stupid feelings so things can go back to normal. 

You skimmed through a few more entries, stuff about tests at school and plans for the summer holiday, then some thoughts and ideas for your birthday. It was all very tame. 

But then… 

June 14th 1995

HE KISSED ME!!!! I can't believe Dean actually kissed me… and on my birthday. It was so perfect, and his lips were so soft. It was better than I could ever have imagined. I'm so happy right now I could just scream. He asked me if I would go with him to the lake tomorrow and I literally can't wait. I can't even stop smiling. 

It was the perfect first kiss with the perfect guy. 

Then there was a drawn heart with Dean’s name in it. Without realizing it, your fingers ghosted over your lips as you recalled the kiss. It was a bit frustrating that you hadn't written it down in more detail, but the butterflies that coursed through you told you that you remembered it just fine. 

Time didn't really register as you sat and flipped through the pages of your diaries, so when Dean pulled up, you didn't know how long you had sat there. The coffee had long been forgotten and was now too cold to drink. 

“What's all this?” Dean asked as he plumped down in the empty chair. 

“My old diaries,” you said with a smile. “I found them earlier in my closet. It's so awkward, but I just can't stop reading,” you explained with a chuckle. It was hard to ignore the uproar of butterflies in your stomach at the sight of Dean, but you did your best to push it aside. 

“Lay it on me,” he gently ordered with that cheeky grin of his. 

“You want me to read you my diary?” You asked in bewilderment. 

“Yes!” he exclaimed, laughing. 

“Brace yourself for some grade A second hand embarrassment, Winchester,” you warned and he made a point of getting comfortable in his seat. You opened the book on a random page and started reading. “June 21, 1995. It's been a week since Dean and I kissed for the first time, and I still can't believe he asked me to be his girlfriend. Like, for real-” Dean chuckled and you chanced a look up at him, but he urged you to continue. “I mean, I have never been anyone's girlfriend before so I'm not really good at it I think. Like, can I just hold his hand whenever I want now? Or kiss him? ‘Cuz I want to do that all the time. I just don't want him to feel like I'm too clingy or something like that.” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

Dean just chuckled. “Why didn't you tell me?” 

“About my insecurities?-” he nodded -”I didn't want you to think I was a dweeb,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing. 

“That ship sailed long before that,” he said, erupting into laughter when you stuck your tongue out at him. “If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to hold your hand and kiss you all the time too,” he said in an exaggerated sweet tone. 

“Ha! Wish I knew that back then,” you mused. 

“Go on,” he said eagerly, pointing to the book in your hand. 

With a deep sigh, you opened to another random page. “August 7th, 1995. Dean took me to the lake today to watch the sunset. It was beautiful. We talked about ‘doing it’.” As you read the words out loud you giggled and hid your face behind the book. “Oh my god, Dean… It's so awful,” you whined behind the book. 

Dean found your embarrassment adorable, especially the smile that followed it, and the laughter. Your nose always scrunched up when you were embarrassed and it was nice to see that hadn't changed. “Go on,” he urged. “I wanna know if we ‘did it’.” Although he knew perfectly well that you didn't, not that night. 

“Really?” you asked, peeking up over the book. 

“Hell yeah. I'm invested in this now, don't leave me hanging.” 

“I told Dean I was scared because I hadn't done it before. He said he hadn't either. I was so sure he had done it with Lisa, but apparently that was just a rumor. I want to do it with him, though. I can't think of a better person to lose my ‘V’ card to. He said he would wait for as long as I wanted.” Even as awful as this was, it was very sweet in its innocence. 

“I remember that night,” he said, smiling. It wasn't that cheeky grin from a couple of seconds ago, though, it was the smile one had when recalling a fond memory. “It was a really great night.” 

“It was,” you agreed. It was nice to share this with him, even though it was embarrassing, it was a story that the two of you shared, and it was nice to have this reminder of how good things once were for you. You flipped the pages once more, now looking for a specific entry. “August 12th 1995. Dean and I finally did it. It was at the lake in the bed of my truck, but it was as perfect as could be. He was so gentle with me, and patient. It hurt a lot at first, but Dean went really slow and it got better. There was a little blood afterwards and I was super embarrassed, but he didn't care. I’m so glad Dean was my first, because I don't think anyone else would make me feel so safe. Dean always makes me feel safe.” The words trailed off and you looked up at Dean, the air suddenly thick around you. 

He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Well, there you have it.” 

“Sorry. I didn't know it would turn so… real,” you said quietly, closing the book and placing it on the table. 

“No - it's not - don't.... A lifetime ago, right?” 

“Right,” you agreed. Clearing your throat, you got to your feet and rubbed your clammy hands on your jeans. “Want a beer?” Now, you were eager to change the subject to just about anything else.

Dean looked up at you with apprehension as he accepted the bottle from you. He didn't know how much longer he could hold back his feelings. It was a decision made with his brain rather than his heart, to wait until he was sure you weren't gonna leave again. Every day was a new challenge, and he had to convince himself all over again that this was for the best, even though he desperately wanted you back in his arms. It was so clear to him now, why no relationship he’d had worked out, because no matter who they were or how happy they made him, they were never you. No one could take your place in his heart, not ever. “You know-” he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, looking anywhere but right at you -”that night meant a lot to me too. And not just because I got laid for the first time,” he said with a chuckle. Typical Dean to add some joke into a serious conversation. “But because it was you.” 

The truth he spoke was clear in his emerald orbs and it damn near melted your heart. “I guess it was pretty great. Especially for two teenagers who were too immature to say the word ‘sex’ out loud,” you mused, a crooked smile on your lips. 

“You know what I think we should do?” Dean asked after a moment of silence. 

“What?” 

“We should grab some beers and head up to the lake to watch the sunset. Bring some blankets and stuff like we used to do, you know?” 

“I would like that very much,” you said earnestly. 

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Aaaa you're so sweet ;; I get nervous about talking about my polyam selfships usually because even some of the acquaintances in my friend group think it's gross to be polyam 😔 but that aside my heart is just so full of love?? Whenever I see ship art of jonawagon and caejose im all "!!!! My boyfriends??? Loving eachother omg???" and like with jonathan and speedwagon I love the idea of spoiling them both with praise and kindness and working with Jonathan to lift Speedwagon's mood when he's feeling insecure by calling him our precious good boy and giving him kisses and holding his hands... And!! With joseph & caesar im similar to joseph but not quite as abrasive so caesar always has to put up with our nonsense but I usually plot with Joseph to do something nice for him as often as we feel it- like if we're playing a prank on him it'll be something like a water bucket above the doorframe but instead of water when he opens it it'll just be full of colorful paper hearts.. We'll call it being showered in love owo anyway sorry enough about me what's your selfship fluff thought atm? :0 || Polynon

I understand feeling nervous, but you can talk to me anytime! I’m really sorry that the acquaintances in your friend group think it’s gross :( Don’t listen to them though! Your ships are amazing and valid! Gosh that’s super cute! I can tell you love them very much and of course they love you very much too! Honestly super cute scenarios to think about hehe. Oh my selfship thoughts? Well, tbh I usually think of my “selfships” in terms of oc’s I’ve made, I don’t really feel comfortable truly self shipping. Oh thank you for asking!  I just don’t really see myself actually with my f/o’s (secret: i don’t think they’d actually like me very much). However, I am very soft for the ocs I have for them ( which are... kind of like aspects of my personality). I’m always soft for Valentine x Maggie May... He finds her absolutely adorable ok she’s part of his staff like she’s a cook and like forreal he enjoys making her flustered so much... Also like thinking about Chiko and Kira a lot. She’s his coworker and she’s got a crush on him - she’s kinda like a disgruntled employee and the crush she has on Kira is really what keeps her motivated to go to work. Their relationship starts out very casual... maybe a little awkward, but they fall for each other eventually ( I mean the best it’s gonna get with a literal k/iller you know kdsljfds)