#I was gonna do a more lighthearted moodboard for the attempted comedy that comes before this section
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WIP(s) as a Moodboard
tagged by @inafieldofdaisies !! tysm!! <33
rules: show a moodboard and an important phrase or dialogue from the current fic you are writing!
WIP: So Much For You and Me
"Fuck you," Dean choked on the words, he hated it but his voice broke as he swallowed a sob. His anger was infused with a heavy sorrow tugging at him. He should have gotten it through his skull when the helicopter crashed, if any of his friend had been left he'd have plucked him out of that wreckage and taken him away. Far, fucking, away. His friend was gone, well and truly. And the only person to take out the anguish of that loss on was the husk of his memories in front of him.
He surged forward, tossing messy, uncoordinated punches at the redhead as he shouted every profanity he'd ever learned. Every word he'd scolded Jacob for using on the playground, every hissed syllable he'd heard from the kitchen at night, every hurled abuse rained with spittle in his face at bars. He threw it all at Jacob and hoped it'd be absorbed and taken away, but it hung heavy in the air between them; sticking to them like an angry web.
Jacob caught his hands and headbutted him with a grunt, twisting him around and catching him in a headlock. Dean clawed at his scarred arms, visages of the peggies he'd incapacitated this wxact way springing to his mind. What a cruel swing of karma.
"That's not all you got, I know it isn't." Jacob grunted and Dean replied by elbowing him in the ribs and ramming his head back into his nose. Jacob stumbled back with a groan, his grip only loosening enough for Dean to tuck his chin under his arm. With his mind in survival mode he does the only thing he can think of and clamps down on the scarred flesh with his teeth, his canines sinking in enough to have a metallic taste quickly pooling into his mouth. Jacob swore abruptly, swinging Dean into his bedroom wall. Dean crumpled to the floor, his vision going white for a moment as his brain rattled around in his skull. It's like he can feel every part of it at once and none of it at the same time.
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#i'm reworking this whole section of the chapter bc i'm not happy with a lot of it yet. the pacing and dialogue isn't flowing how I want BUT#I am enjoying writing Dean being a fucking Mess. we love men who cry while they fist fight their ex bff#I was gonna do a more lighthearted moodboard for the attempted comedy that comes before this section#but there are no images of pantsless men with funny socks to be found on pinterest. which is a shame#anywaysss <3#Far Cry Tag#ship: Only Us#misc: aesthetics#misc: tag game#misc: wips
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