#Stiney writes

[imjuststiney]

I'm in the process of combining all of my Tumblr ramblings, drabbles, ficlets, 25-word hint fiction & even picspam pieces.

All the ships, all the characters, ALL THE RATINGS... all in one place.

[ashmaenas]

Okay so I thought I'd be brave and post some of my art on here. This is a digitally coloured version of a traditional drawing I did a while ago. It has a special place in my heart because the conversation around it actually inspired my lovely fandom friend Stiney to write a gorgeous fic that made me cry, and my other (very talented) friend to make beautiful art based on the tattoo Buffy got in that fic.

I'm not a professional artist by any means, I paint/draw because it brings me joy and I want to spread that to other people so for people to get inspiration from my artwork?? For it to mean something to them?? It genuinely made my year.

(link to the fic because y'all should read it:

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter - Monday, January 2

BUFFY: Pressure's definitely on. I'm telling you, if I were her, I'd get outta Dodge post hasty. (Faith turns from looking at the noticeboard.) FAITH: But you're not me.

~~This Year's Girl~~

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

[Podfic] Secrets (Buffy/Willow, G) by Jet_pods (Jetainia)

Happy to Help (Giles/Jenny, T) by Buffy606

Ashes to Ashes (Buffy/Yakuza AU, T) by madimpossibledreamer

[Chaptered Fiction]

Origins Chapter 26 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Niamh

The Goldfish Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

take me home Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by HappyWhenItRains

Randy + Joan: As Long As You Love Me Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, R) by BewitchedXx

If Only Chapter 22 (Buffy/Spike, R) by MixSaysRawr

Better the Devil You Know Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, R) by SlayrGrl

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take me home Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by HappyWhenItRains

The Thing About Being on the Road Chapter 19 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

Break Even Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike,PG) by violettathepiratequeen

The Odd Couple Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike,NC-17) by honeygirl51885

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[imjuststiney]

I can’t believe I’m actually writing the ending of The Slay Team.

It’s only taken 12 years since I started the fic in the first place.

If there’s anyone out there still waiting to read it, hopefully it won’t disappoint. 💜

[imjuststiney]

Stiney doing a Supernatural rewatch!?

In the year of our Chuck, 2024!?

Oh, it's more likely than u think.

*Just a heads up. This isn't going to be a regular watch ALL the eps thing. If I don't like an ep, I'm not watching it.

I spent wayyyyyyyy too many years being cruelly subjected to Buckleming's terrible freaking episode writing and REFUSE to sit thru them now when I'm doing this for funsies.

#SupernaturallyStiney for muting. 😘😘😘

S1E1 for Supernaturally Stiney starts... NOW.

[imjuststiney]

I haven’t seen enough of Eddie squaring up with anyone that even remotely insults Richie. 

So here's a couple of my fav headcanons.

Eddie getting banned from Twitter after Richie’s Netflix special, ‘Let’s get one thing straight - I’m Not’ is released, because he threatens to come to the home of a critic and burn it to the ground after the guy says that Richie’s old material is better than his new stuff that he actually writes.

An infamous gossip columnist putting out a wild theory (that's strangely enough gained some traction) that Richie’s not really gay, he’s just trying to get his career back on track after his near popularity ending, months long and still unexplained disappearance from the public eye. Eddie getting so pressed that he takes a photo of Richie mid blow job, with a grumble of, “How’s this for not fucking gay, shithead.” and Richie realizing just in time what’s going on and stopping Eddie from doing something monumentally stupid with a shout of, “Dude, you CANNOT send pictures of me with your dick in my mouth to random assholes!” He may not want the photo all over the internet but he definitely doesn’t object when Eddie asks if he can keep it, privately, on his phone, though.

"You fucking suck, f*ggot" cutting sharply through the regular laughter of the packed theater at one of Richie's shows and in an instant Eddie's outta his front row seat with a "What the FUCK did you just say, fuckface?" And then he’s off like a shot toward balcony seating where he proceeds to get right in the face of some big assed drunk dudebro with a "Fucking say that again." At which point the dudebro only gets "Fa..." outta his mouth before it's replaced with Eddie's fist. 

Richie having to cut his set short cause he has to go bail Eddie outta jail for assault and Richie's manager having an all out stroke because “Oh my God there's so many videos blowing up the internet right now” but Richie gives no fucks because despite it being an all out "PR nightmare" like Steve's screaming, Eddie punched a dude and it was actually all kinds of fucking hot. 

Just gimme all the Eddie going complete apeshit on anyone who dares impugn his boo’s honor. *\O/* *\O/* *\O/* 

[imjuststiney]

Here on AO3

Let’s talk about Richie going on tour after defeating IT and being able to drop in on the rest of the Losers all over the country. And I mean *ALL* of them including Stan and Eddie because the only thing dead in this AU is that sloppy bitch Pennywise and Eddie’s marriage to his MommyWife Myra.

The first stop for Richie's ‘Let’s get one thing straight - I’m Not’ tour happens to be near Ben and Bev, which has him fucking STOKED. He’s pumped to be on a tour that consists solely of HIS OWN MATERIAL and he’s even more excited because Eddie’s got a break from Med School so he’s able to come along for three weeks before he has to go back to their place in Chicago. 

And yes Eddie’s in fucking med school cause DAMN RIGHT he is. After the shit they went through with Pennywise he couldn’t take it anymore and blew his whole “safe” life to smithereens and finally went after a HAPPY life. Which included a career he was actually interested in and being with someone he actually loved, a.k.a., Richie.

Opening night comes and Richie doesn’t admit it out loud but he’s nervous. His new stuff is mostly about a childhood that he finally fucking remembers and there’s Ben and Bev, two of the people who participated in most of the newly recalled events, beaming at him from the front row.

He doesn’t have anything to worry about though, because the show’s a hit. The entire venue laughs their asses off even when he delves into weird shit like sewer dwelling, child eating space clowns. It’s clearly a metaphor and sometimes childhood trauma just be like that.

The four of them head out for dinner and drinks and then afterward even more drinks to the point they end up piling into the back of an honestly too cramped Lyft, What’s the matter, Eddie Spaghetti? I can’t keep you outta my lap at home, to head to Ben and Bev’s place.

And it’s a place alright. Absolutely gorgeous with huge open spaces and floor to ceiling windows that have Richie proclaiming he’d better get screwed against the one in the guest bedroom before the end of the night.

While uproariously laughing, Bev calls a tie between Eddie, Oh my God we literally just walked through the door can you not give our friends graphic details of our sex life, you asshole and Ben, I designed and built this house with my own two hands please don’t defile it with your bodily fluids and dick prints, on who threatens him with bodily harm the fastest.

The next morning, wayyyyyyyyy too early, Ben’s knocking at their door and Eddie’s getting out of bed to do something obscene like yoga at the ass crack of dawn, as if they’re not well into their 40s and just drank the entire night away.

The pair of disgusting health nuts have barely left the vicinity when Bev’s poking her head in and groggily questioning whether Richie’s naked beneath the covers. 

For you, I can be in two seconds.

I don’t think my poor heart could take it. Bev responds; climbing in beside Richie and cuddling up against him before promptly falling back to sleep.

Later on when everyone’s more or less sober, they spend the day hanging out.  Catching up with each other’s lives and just enjoying each other’s company.  

Ben and Richie sharing a look over lunch that’s, Holy shit after nearly 30 years we get to have this while Bev and Eddie are all Our parents may have fucked us up and made us think we weren’t deserving of this, but we are and it’s good.

By the time the sun is setting there’s a different city waiting, another show to put on tomorrow so Ben and Bev send Richie and Eddie on their way with hugs and promises to see each other soon.

***** Stan’s stop

[imjuststiney]

@chaostheoryy How about some Reddie + "“That’s my ex. Makeout with me and make him jealous.”?? 👀

“Here comes my ex-boyfriend, quick someone make out with me.” The other Losers looked around the private Jade of the Orient dining room that Mike had reserved for their reunion as Richie patted Ben on his broad chest. "Preferably, Ben here. Cause, dude, you’re like SUPER HOT now.”

"Really? We haven't seen our friends in nearly 30 years and that's how you're gonna tell them we're married?" Eddie huffed; approaching the group with two drinks in his hands. "I want a divorce." 

"No, you don’t." Richie pulled Eddie to him then started laying wet, exaggerated kisses to the side of his face. "You love me too much." 

"Yeah, I do. Even if you're a slobbery asshole." Eddie complained; but made no attempt to extract himself from the attention while everyone started handing money to a smug Stan, who'd always said those two idiots would end up together.

[imjuststiney]

I woke up with  Beyoncé’s ‘Formation' stuck in my head this morning and I just...

Eddie: *Getting ready to leave the house*

Richie: ALSO getting ready but wearing a shirt that says, “When he f*ck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster”

Eddie: ”Oh my God, I’m not going anywhere with you if you wear that shirt in public.

Richie: "Fine, stay home! More Cheddar Bay biscuits for me then.”

Cut to Red Lobster where Eddie and Richie (still wearing the shirt) are being seated.

Waitress: Eyes the pair, looks at Richie’s shirt, “Well looks like someone had a good night.”

Richie with a smirk: “We’re here aren’t we?”

[imjuststiney]

Stan’s stop on Richie’s post IT Chapter 2 comedy tour in my “The only thing dead is that sloppy bitch Pennywise and Eddie’s marriage to his MommyWife Myra” AU.  

Ben and Bev here. 

AO3

“I’m gonna tell the booby story while I’m here in Atlanta.”

Eddie’s silent on the other end of the phone as Richie winds his way through the overcrowded, chaotic hellscape that is Hartsfield–Jackson Airport. 

“Eds?” Richie questions at the same time laughter breaks on the line. 

“Holy shit. I just remembered. Stan’s gonna kill you.” Eddie confirms just as Richie catches sight of said best friend.

A little embarrassment is the least Stan deserves, Richie thinks as Stan comes into full view where he’s standing near the baggage claim carousels. 

Perfectly pressed khakis and freaking granddad cardigan; face stoically set as he holds a sign high enough for everyone in the bustling vicinity to see.

Congratulations on completing rehab, AGAIN, Richie.

From the time his family left Derry when he was 16 until just two years ago, Richie had forgotten what it was like to have a best friend.

Not that he didn’t have friends over the last 26 years. He had, of course, but it was a different kind of friendship. Even without taking their killing a killer intergalactic clown bond into account. 

It was like no time has passed since he and Stan had met that first day of kindergarten. Except now there was the awesome added bonus of Stan having a wife that was an AMAZING cook and for some crazy reason, really liked Richie. 

"Dude, I'm running away with your wife." Richie confesses through a mouthful of stuffed French toast. 

"I'll miss you but it's for the best." Patty chuckles; placing a kiss to Stan's cheek as she puts a full plate in front of him. 

"Have you discussed this arrangement with your husband yet?" Stan counters and Richie starts choking on the latest bite he's just shoveled into his mouth. 

"Husband? We're not... I mean... Eds hasn't been divorced a year, yet. Plus, he probably doesn't even want..." Richie's red faced rambling provokes an all too familiar eye roll from Stan as he meticulously cuts into his own breakfast. 

"I can't believe after everything you're still the same idiot you were at 12."  

*** 

"Babe, I can't find my fucking pants!" Richie shouts; digging one hand through his duffel bag while the other holds onto his phone as he FaceTimes Eddie.

"This is why you shouldn't just dump shit into your bag, Rich.” Eddie groans, shoving his textbook away as he determinedly squints at the screen through reading glasses that Richie absolutely does not find sexy in the least. “Let me see." 

Richie turns his phone toward his bag as he continues to paw through its contents. 

"Jesus, I'm gonna start packing for you." Eddie's tinny sigh of resignation fills the guest bedroom. "Richie, what the fuck?! Your toothbrush is literally laying in your underwear. You're disgusting." 

"I swear I packed them. That's it, I'm just gonna have to go on stage pantsless." Richie gestures at himself and the pair of threadbare Star Wars boxers he's currently wearing. "This will, for sure get big laughs." 

"Your pants?" Stan's voice questions from the hallway. "They're hanging on the closet door." 

Richie whips around to see his jeans hanging, pressed and crisp right in his fucking face. "Dude, did you iron my jeans?" 

"Richie, they were wrinkled from being rolling up in a ball in your bag." Stan points out as he steps into the room. "Were you seriously gonna wear them like that?"

"At least someone's got common sense!" Eddie crows victoriously. "Flip the phone around, dipshit." 

Stan waves once Eddie comes into view. 

"Thank you, Stanley." 

Richie rolls his eyes and hands the phone over to his best friend so he can continue to get dressed while Stan and Eddie launch into a whole conversation about the proper amount of starch for denim. 

*** 

"Growing up my best friend, Stan; who's here tonight, by the way, was fucking OBSESSED with birds. Used to carry this gigantic bird book around with him everywhere. When we were 12 he almost killed me with that book." Richie pauses while the audience chuckles. "No, seriously I'm surprised I didn't end up in the ER with concussion after he hit me in the back of the head with it. Just because I'd asked to see his boobies." 

A picture of two Blue-footed boobies flashes on the screen behind Richie as the crowd roars with laughter. 

"YES! FINALLY!!” Richie fist pumps the air. “After 30 years and all it took was me telling the story of his foray into adolescent attempted murder to get him to show me his pair!" Richie laughs excitedly as the picture cuts away to reveal Stan in the front row flipping him both middle fingers.

[imjuststiney]

Reddie and Taylor Swift’s Lover

Everyone’s been talking about how Taylor Swift’s Lover is totally a Reddie song so I’ve finally listened and HOLY SHIT is it.

But while folks are focused on “And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me” and “Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?” THIS is the lyric that punched me in the face the hardest: My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

My heart's been borrowed

Eddie who’s married to Myra, a woman, we’re told, in the book at least, is just like his abusive, manipulative mother. We’re basically shown this in the movie with the same actress playing both characters.

Does Eddie love her?

I’m sure in his own way he does but it’s not a healthy love. It’s the same situation as Bev marrying Tom, a man just as abusive as her father. It’s a twisted kind of familiarity to fall into when you’re not strong enough, yet, for the change needed to save yourself.

Yours has been blue

Book Richie has a string of failed romances behind him when the Losers meet back up and while we’re not really given much insight into Movie Richie’s relationships, we do get his joke about his girlfriend at the beginning. BUT that’s shown to be not to be truthful later with his reveal that he doesn’t write his own material. He also deflects with jokes at dinner when asked about being married. So we can surmise there wasn't anyone that he really connected with, that was until he walked into the Jade and realized the reason why was standing right in front of him with ownership of his whole heart for the last 27 years whether he actually remembered Eddie until that very moment or not.

[imjuststiney]

An expansion on this dorky assed thought.

Castiel

Dean doesn’t know who or what the name belongs to.

Just knows it’s the syllables Pamela had uttered before getting her eyes burned out.

That it’s the unknown thing that more than likely pulled him outta Hell for even further unknown reasons.

So he’s more than ready to find out exactly what the score is.

Especially since every time he even thinks the name, a small, deep part his brain begins to buzz with phantom familiarity.

It’s a spot that could probably give him the answers he’s looking for; if he actually had the time and patience to apply the right amount of pressure.

Thankfully, the wind currently shaking the metal roof off above him and Bobby is doing a damn fine job at scratching the ol’ gray matter itch. The one that had become damned near constant from the minute they started spray painting sigils on every inch of the barn’s weather worn wood surface.

Though, it really isn’t needed anymore when the door not even 20 feet in front of him bursts open and a shadowed figure steps in. The reveal quickly coming as massive rain of sparks falls from the exploding overhead lights.

It’s a chick.

A chick who’s eyes are laser focused on him as she, despite their dual shotgun blasts, effortlessly makes her way closer.

Until she’s right in front of him, with her intense stare and costume that looks like Doc Brown’s Time Train just reached her stop in Hill Valley.

Dean grabs Ruby’s knife off the table at his side then opens his mouth with an order for her to tell them just who the hell she is.

Instead the words that tumble out aren’t as much demanding as they are quizzical.

“It’s 2008. Are you seriously walking around wearing a freaking bustle?”

[imjuststiney]

Because why wouldn’t I post a 12.23 coda after all this time?

“I love you.” Castiel says; blue eyes wide and as always, intently focused on Dean.

Dean, whose breath stutters at the conviction, the surety in the confession.

“Cas.” Dean responds; eyes falling shut just long enough to reorient himself after the massive emotional jolt he’d just been dealt.

Dean smells more than hears when Castiel moves closer.

Smells?

The overpowering stench of rotting meat has Dean’s throat contracting; bile rising as his eyes fly open.

“I love you.” The words are pushed out of Castiel’s mouth by rancid black ooze that slides over his chin and down; staining the white of his dress shirt as he advances on him.

Dean realizes too late that the space of his room is suddenly too small; the backs of his knees jarringly knocking against his bed frame.

“I love...” Castiel’s sentiment is abruptly cut off as the foul, pouring liquid is replaced by the blinding light of his Grace. 

“NO!”

“Fuck.”

It’s the only thing Dean gets out before what little he’d eaten earlier in the night, with the nearly entire bottle of whiskey, makes a violent reappearance when he pukes over the side of his bed.

“Fuck.” He repeats; shaky hand wiping at his sour mouth as he rights himself into a sitting position.

It’s only when he’s got the bedside lamp turned on so he can survey the disgusting mess he’s made of his floor that the dream and its aftermath hits him.

Cas is dead.

Dead.

And no amount of Dean’s shouting at the sky above, as if God could hear and might actually care this time; or the threats that’d been accompanied by his pistol pressed to Jack’s forehead had been able to change that.

The memory of outright begging Sam not to light the pyre set up on the waterfront sets off another wave of retching through Dean’s body.

Just as the spasms begin to settle into sporadic dry heaving there’s a frantic banging at his door then Sam barrels in without waiting for an answer.

“Christ, dude.” He says; covering his nose with his shirt front before pressing on. “You need to come upstairs, now.”

“Really, Sam?” Dean grunts in annoyance. “This can’t wait until after I clean the puke off the tile?”

“No, Dean, it can’t.” Sam grabs a hold of his arm and drags him out of the bed and into the hallway before Dean can even start to protest.

Sam stops their trek right before they get to the war room; staring intently as he orders, too chipperly for recent events, Dean’s brain bitterly supplies; “You gotta promise that you won’t freak out.”

“Too late, Sammy.” Dean answers and it’s the truth. His heart is beating erratically in his chest thanks to his brother’s unnerving excitement.

“Ok, ok.” Sam moves then and Dean follows; not making it far at all before his legs nearly buckle under him at the sight waiting just around the corner.

Castiel standing, whole and alive beside their map table.

“Cas?”

This can’t be right.

There’s some fucked up Inception style dream shit going on.

He’s still asleep.

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel rasps and the familiarity makes every atom in Dean’s body ache with loss.

“I assure you, you’re fully awake.” Castiel offers as a counter to Dean’s stalwart reluctance.

He glances to the side and finds Sam beaming at him, head bouncing up and down in an emphatic, yes.

It’s all it takes for the damn to burst and Dean rushes forward. Arms wrapping tight around Castiel’s solid, present body.

There’s too many fucking questions; hows and whys, that should be addressed. But none of it's important in this very moment.

The only thing that matters is, “I love you.”

[imjuststiney]

Unconditional Things (Destiel Reverse Bang 2017)

Artist: @nonexistenz Author: salesassociatesteve Fandom/Genre : Soulmate AU Pairing(s) : Dean/Castiel Rating : Teen Word Count : 6690 Warnings/Tags : None Summary: Dean's not gonna let his life be defined by some stupid soulmate mark... or his complete lack thereof. It shouldn't matter anyway, right?

 1983 – Lawrence, Kansas

“We need to take him to a different doctor. He’s 5 years old. It should be there now.” John huffed; closing the fridge hard enough for the contents in the door to rattle. “Mine came in late and even then I was 4 years old. Something’s not right.”

“John Winchester, he’s our son and he’s perfectly healthy! It doesn’t matter if it’s not there yet.” Mary countered; voice becoming more resolute as she glanced toward the open kitchen doorway. “Even if it never shows up, there still won’t be anything wrong with Dean.”

At the mention of his name, Dean looked up from the coloring book he had open on the living room floor. The blue crayon he’d been using to bring Cookie Monster to life on the page, clutched in his tiny fist as he focused on his parents conversation.

Even without full understanding, Dean still knew they were talking about him not having a name on his wrist yet.

Most of the time, it was grownups, speaking in low voices meant for only his Mommy and Daddy to hear.

But then there were others like Nelson Turnberry, his kindergarten classmate, who were too loud.

A few months before, Dean had excitedly shown off to everyone in his class, the nonsensical, magic marker scribbles he’d hurriedly given himself in his bedroom as Mary called his name for breakfast.

The other students had responded in shared joy at the reveal. All except Nelson, who had laughed and pointed out that the “dumb mark” wasn’t real.

Excitement turned to hurt and shame as more children joined Nelson’s mocking. Tears sprung to Dean’s eyes as he pulled his arm into the sleeve of his shirt to hide it from view.

Ms. Nasworthy had quickly, blessedly, swooped in, and with a fierce scolding, broke up the group then deposited Nelson into timeout.

She’d then carefully ushered a crying Dean into the small restroom at the back of the classroom. After soothing then wiping away the steady stream of tears from Dean’s cheeks, she’d proceeded to clean the marker from his skin. Her voice every bit as gentle and caring as her hands.

 “You don’t need this, honey. You already are and always will be loved, even if there isn’t a name there.”

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[imjuststiney]

Ok so even tho I’m not one to usually sit around and meta in public, as a queer Cas!Girl I am required to talk about Castiel’s situation in 12.15.

I know that in the long run the show is gonna play Castiel going back to help Heaven as a Bad Decision™ and there are fans that are rightfully upset about the show ONCE AGAIN falling back into the same, lame Castiel being pulled between Heaven and Earth, i.e. The Winchesters, choice.

BUT from a Queer viewpoint it’s something I completely understand. Especially with the way it was framed in last night’s ep.

Though it started out feeling like the same old blah blah blah, this time Castiel wasn’t given the us or them ultimatum that he’s been given by the angels so many times in the past.

Kelvin, his brother, his family, outright told Castiel that he could help and it’d make things right with Heaven and then he’d be allowed to come and go as he pleased. 

Castiel wouldn’t have to give up his Earthly family to have his Heavenly family.

And in the end, isn’t that what all Queer people want?

To not have to chose which family you’re loyal to.

That you can have both your birth family AND your chosen family by your side.

To finally, fully be accepted and loved for who you are.

And I know it’s too much to ask for because I know the whole thing’s gonna end in heartbreak because that’s what this damn show is about but ughhhhhh I just want Castiel at peace and happy and surrounded by ALL his family for once.

[imjuststiney]

Megstiel and a tattoo for a prompt

Whoa. This got away from me real quick but I’m so freaking glad it did! Thank you so much for the prompt, bb! (AO3)

When they were 8 years old there wasn’t a day that went by that Meg and Castiel didn’t jump off of the school bus covered head to toe in “tattoos” they’d given each.

As time passed, no amount of marker removal or forced separation deterred the pair and more often then not they’d both head home with reprimanding notes from their teacher clutched in multi-color splashed fists.

*

At 15, washable Crayola colors evolved into the more permanent and painful process of sewing needles and Indian ink that had been stolen along with a half empty bottle of scotch from the home office of Castiel’s father.

“Shit, be careful.” Meg ground through clenched teeth; bleary eyes taking in the scene of her best friend alternating between dipping the needle into the inkwell and piercing the sensitive, milky white skin of her hip.

“I’m nearly done, I promise.” Castiel assured; thumb soothing over unblemished flesh as he leaned back to inspect his creation.

“What the fuck, Castiel?” Meg barked; fully noticing, for the first time, the shape taking form on her hip. “Did you seriously just put a fucking unicorn on me?”

“I like it.” Castiel answered; voice full of pride as he splashed scotch over the spot with a final nod.

“A fluffy damned unicorn!” Meg hissed; the sting of alcohol giving way to the coolness of the amber liquid trailing down her thigh. “You better not tell anyone or I swear to God you’re gonna wake up on a cloud playing a harp, got it, Clarence?”

*

They were nearly 21 when they made their way back to each other.

Sitting in easy, familiar companionship on the front stoop of Meg’s childhood home as they showed off the new collections of bold lines inked into skin. Ones that told of their separate growth and differences, but still managed toexpand on the sharpie shaped stories of their shared past.

Buckets full of rain fell around them, just as it had, three years prior, on the day after their high school graduation. When both of them had reluctantly confessed the decision to go off in opposite directions so they could reach toward the same shared goal.

The one they’d had since Ms. MacGill’s second grade class.

“It was quite an intensive process that took nearly the entire first summer.” Castiel explained of the Tebori tattooing method that had been used to adorn his entire back with an intricatepair of dark wings.

“You know, you don’t actually have to go with the whole time consuming, hand carving method anymore.” Meg pointed out; knocking their shoulders together.“We’ve got these amazing inventions now called machines”

“It was actually a very enlightening experience.” Castiel countered as Meg took a final drag of her cigarette.

“Nah. I’m just gonna stick with my modern technology. More efficient.” She stubbed out the Marlboro butt on the concrete step then got to her feet and motioned Castiel to follow.

Once inside, wet clothes were quickly stripped off before they crawled under the clean, coolsheets of Meg’s too small, twin sized bed.

“I think his name was Sam.” Meg; leg flung over Castiel’s; laughingly recounted the boy who’d followed her up the coast of California for an entire day before he’d realized he’d never actually known her name.

“What are you doing?” Meg asked; story brought to a halt by the pressure of Castiel’s fingers rubbing over the faded, amateur unicorn artwork on her hip.

“Let me fix it.” Castiel insisted with a whisper; breath tickling the shell of her ear.

“I happen to like my unicorn, just the way it is. Thank you very much.” Meg defiantly countered as she tucked herself closer to the warmth of Castiel’s tattoo covered body.