#dean x bailey

[megs-98]

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Last Song- Sabrina by PierceTheSkies

Currently watching- honestly i mostly watch bailey sarian, zachary michael, skyrimm, and minecraft videos on youtube or bluey with my toddler

Three ships- Astarion x Fox (@justporo's tav) Gale x Mara (my Tav) and Reagan and Brett from Inside Job on netflix

Favorite color- rn it's sage green

Currently consuming- blue gatorade

First ship- Dean and Cas from supernatural. I haven't seen the finale and quite honestly i don't want to. i need them together.

Place of birth- Nowhere Kansas

Relationship status- happily married and still simping over fictional men

Last movie- Damsel on netflix. honestly not too bad, i enjoyed it. i think it just needs more lore and world building

Currently working on- a fluff gale x tav fic as well as a smutty one

Tagging: @tripleyeeet @jeneralmischief @starbuds-and-rosedust @dr-demi-bee and whoever else wants to join in! (no pressure to join, just for fun :) )

[oofmybad]

Simple joys

synposis: you and billie are hosting a cookout at your shared home. lots of domestic fluff and sweet interactions with family.

warnings: billie x female reader, black!reader, use of patwah (translations included), fluff, lowercase intended

a/n: i made a lil playlist for this fic. it’s mainly jazzy, soul vibes. some reggae here and there. these are the songs that soundtrack the story in my mind, i recommend listening to them while you read <3 but you do you boo

playlist:

i’d like to - corrine bailey rae

why iii love the moon - phony ppl

expensive shit - fela kuti

waiting in vain - bob marley

ajala - ezra collective

tell it like it is - aaron neville

bluh bluh bluh - by.alexander

give me one reason - tracy chapman

get up, interlude - tank and the bangas

natalie - bruno mars

just one lifetime - sting, shaggy

la fat fur - devonté hynes, conan mockasin

carmen - olivia dean

soinlovewithuuuuu!!!!! - 9th wonder

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today you and billie are hosting a cook out. all of billie’s family are coming, of course, plus peaches and mousse. your chosen family and friends are coming, too. these quarterly cook outs are famous amongst your friends - everyone says that you were born to host. it’s only the late morning, so you are still getting the whole of downstairs ready for visitors while billie remains asleep upstairs - she is NOT an early bird. you’ve set out all of your outside tableware, got the grill warming up on a low heat, and you have begun to take all of the marinated (fake) meat out of their containers ready to be cooked. a light breeze flows through the house, as you’ve opened the sliding doors to the back patio from the kitchen.

your favorite music is bumping through the kitchen, creating a warm, cozy, and happy vibe - you dance around as you complete your little tasks. shark has been attached to your hip all morning, he just wants to be a part of the action - clearly your bubbly energy has rubbed off on him but you love it. he jumps up on his hind legs, putting his front two legs on your tummy, so you hold his paws and dance with him.

billie, with a messy bedhead as her crown, pads her way downstairs to catch you having your sweet moment with shark. she decides not to announce her arrival and pulls out her phone to film a clip of her adorable pair dancing around the kitchen, instead. as she’s filming, she lets out an amused chuckle. this strikes your attention and you throw your head up to look, catching her with her phone in one hand.

“look who’s finally awake, baby!” you say to shark and let go of his paws. he trots off to billie, his tail whacking the kitchen island and creating a rhythmic thump.

“hi, sweet boy” billie coos to shark as she pats his tummy, now sat on her knees. “morning, babygirl” billie looks up at you from her view on the floor.

“hi, pretty. you’re finally awake!” you put your hands up in mock celebration. “it’s only-“ you turn to check the time on the oven “11:45” you say. billie just kisses her teeth at your comment. you ignore her sass and say, “ready, baby? everyone will be here in an hour… well… your gang will be. my gang will be two hours late as always.”

billie nods her head and walks over to give you a hug with a kiss on your neck. “let’s do it” she then says, smiling at your excitement.

after about 15 minutes, you and billie have fully prepared the house for your imminent guests so you both head back upstairs to get yourselves ready. now in your bedroom, you’re both riffling through your individual bikini drawers, deciding which ones to wear. billie lands on a simple black triangle bikini that has a small playboy charms hanging on either hip. you’ve settled on a dainty white scoop neck bikini, a cherry pattern sewn into it. with you both in your chosen bikinis, you turn around simultaneously and burst out laughing at your choices - each of you wearing something so quintesentially you. plus, the pair of you have accidentally dressed in a yin & yang theme - billie wearing a black bikini on her milky white skin, and you in a white bikini on your dark brown, black skin.

you throw a bright coral orange sundress over your body, and billie decides on some long jorts and a baseball jersey. just as you both are fully clothed, you hear the front door open and maggie calls out to the two of you from downstairs. “you go down, baby. i gotta grease my hair first” you say to billie. she walks over to your side of the room and places a quick peck to your forehead saying, “you look so pretty, my love”, before heading out of the room to greet her parents.

after half an hour has passed of you oiling your locs, you can hear the bustle of guests collecting downstairs. happy with your work, you slide on your white birkenstocks and head downstairs.

“y/n!” the whole patio calls out over the music when you walk through the open sliding doors. you can see all of billie’s friends and family chatting in their own formed bubbles, so you let out a wave with both of your hands as a way of greeting everyone at once. billie doesn’t miss the way the apples of your cheeks ball up from how shy you have suddenly become - she opens one of her arms for you to step into, immediately giving you relief. bille squeezes her arm around your shoulder, her hand snaking to your neck as she whispers in your ear, “feeling shy, princess? you know you love it.”

you turn your head in search for her eyes. once you’ve found them, you subtly roll your own then spin out of billie’s grip - heading over to the big table next to the grill. you stand with maggie helping her grill some of the food you prepared last night. “it smells so good, sweetheart”, she says. “thank you” you giggle, “i stole the marinade recipe from my auntie, i hope i’ve done it justice.”

“i’m sure she’ll let us know once she gets here” maggie jokes with you - she knows that your auntie is not one to hold back an opinion. “go hangout with the kids, sweetheart, i’ve got it covered” maggie shoos you away. you giggle at her calling y’all ‘kids’ because no one here is younger than 21.

as you turn away from maggie, billie calls out to you, “baby, come get in the pool. i miss you.”

“alright, alright, i’m coming” you reply while bunching up your dress in your hands, ready to take off once you reach the poolside. you dip your toe in testing the temerature, then walk all the way down the steps, happy with the soothing temperature. billie wades over to you and wraps her arms around your waist while you droop your own arms over her shoulders. “you really did miss me, huh?” you tease her. “sure did” she states, matter of factly. suddenly, you’re getting scooped up into her arms, water splashing around you as you yelp, and your legs wrap around billie’s waist for stability. “you look so so pretty, baby. like a pretty painting” billie says looking into your eyes. “you know i looooove you, right?” you jest in return. “oh yeah?” billie says right before her knees buckle and she dips you both underwater. still underwater, you push yourself off of billie and open your eyes to stick up your middle finger at her. billie makes a heart with her hands in return and pulls you in to quickly kiss you. as soon as you both have your heads above water again, you yell, “what the fuck, billie?! i got water up my nose!”

“sucks to suck” billie retorts with a shrug. you scrunch up your face in faux anger and shake your head agressively from side to side so that you can spray water on billie’s face, your locs creating a sprinkler effect. you can hear finneas and claudia laughing at billie as she uses her hands to shield her face - everyone cackling in unison. she tries to chase you around the pool and tickle you, but is unsuccessful because you moved to the deep end where you can stand but she cannot. amidst your back and forth teasing, you hear your auntie’s sweet accent coming from inside the house. “ahh!” you gasp and snap your head around looking for her. you run (slowly wade) out of the water and up the pool steps, quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around your torso. “auntie!” you call out with your arms wide open as she walks through your garden and into your arms.

“urgh! you’re wet!” she feigns annoyance, but keeps her place tucked in your arms. you ignore her comment and say, “i made your jerk. wollah di bikkle de ital” [all of the food is vegan] pulling out of the hug, a smirk on your face. “mi pikney! goodas, eh smells criss!” [my child! good girl, it smells good!] she says as she takes a sniff of the smoke coming off the grill.

“i saved you a spot in your favorite chair” you say to her, leading her arm to the cushioned deck chair. “duh yu waah sum ginger beer?” [a/n: do i really have to translate that?] you ask her as you walk over to the cooler, already knowing the answer. your hand rustles through the scratchy ice cubes in search of the browny-gold foil can. when you turn back around to give your auntie her drink, you spot billie leant over, giving her a hug. your feet freeze and you watch in admiration, grateful that your girlfriend and the woman who raised you get along so well. watching them both laughing away, surrounded by all of your chosen family and friends mingling, sends a wave of love coarsing through your veins. you’re in love with your girlfriend and the family that you’ve built together.

you walk over to the two of them, handing your auntie her drink as billie cuddles into you. “she treats you well?” your auntie asks you, using her eyebrows to point at billie. “… yes, auntie. she treats me very well”, you laugh at her protectiveness and smile at billie. “good gyal” your auntie says to billie, as she reaches up to her tattooed hand, “mi pikney treats yu well, too?” [a/n: again, surely that’s not worth translating] she asks billie. “yes, ma’am. more than i could ask for. she’s perfect” billie says looking into your eyes. “stop with that gay shit!” you shout out as you fake wretch and clamber out of billie’s hold, all three of you laughing now.

[jbaileyfansite]

Universal, the No. 2 studio with $1.88B domestic in 2024, will be wowing with trailers for Dean DeBlois’ live-action take of his How to Train Your Dragon (June 13) and the Scarlett Johansson-Mahershala Ali-Jonathan Bailey starring Jurassic World Rebirth (July 2) from Gareth Edwards. Don’t be surprised if you catch a Blumhouse title, like a M3GAN 2.0 (June 27). [x]

[hawkland]

Art Masterpost: One Drop, when What You Need is the Ocean Written by: Baileys (@baileys101) Art by: sidewinder (@hawkland) Pinefest season is here again! It's my third year participating, and this time I'm excited to be doing art for two fics and writing a story of my own for it, for the first time, too! Those other collabs will be posting later in April, but today it's Baileys' and my day, so let's get to it.

This was the first piece I did for the story, Dean on the shoreline at Fort Foster in Maine. My original plan was to feature the loons in every artwork in some way, but as the story developed I changed my mind a bit and decided to just go more atmospheric in general. I really was struck by the role nature, the elements, and various settings played in the story repeatedly. So I decided to focus on that and it gave me a chance to play with some different watercolor techniques, maybe go a little looser than I usually do.

This piece came together super-quick after I had it visually planned in my head: Cas on a lake shore under the moonlight with mist coming off the water. In fact it was mostly done in one quick, maybe 10 minute wet wash once I'd drawn Cas in place and marked the horizon line. Just a little final detail work on the moon and relection as I feared ruining it by reworking it any further than that.

This last piece was mostly about trying to capture the motion of the parting waters and Cas with his post-Fall wings...I am always 👀 👀 👀 at a chance to paint them. It's a small painting like the one under moonlight (12" x 6") so I couldn't really get into heavy details, but I like how the water/parting of the waves turned out.

The cover piece was really where I put a lot of my heart and fussiness into...more of my usual over-obsessive detail work as I wanted to do one piece with Cas & Dean together. I had to bring the loons in for this one and wanted Dean & Cas to sort of mirror the pose/positioning of our feathered friends....those birds were NOT easy to paint. But I really like how it turned out so here's the image without any title text, too.

Please go read the story and enjoy!

[copperboom82]

Something

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (female)

Word Count: 3.9k

Prompt: "Just please don't say you love me." - Gabrielle Alpin

Title credit: Something by The Beatles

Summary: A late-night conversation forces Katrina and Dean to deal with the things they've left unspoken for years.

AN: Hello! This is my first submission for @jacklesversebingo and my first story for this OC. It's just a one-shot for now, but I have some other ideas for this pairing, so we'll see. I think this falls into angst/fluff territory

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of alcohol. Please let me know if I missed something - I don't think I did, but I'm also very new to posting my writing.

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Katrina Black had never been a good sleeper.

She’d never considered herself to be a true insomniac… but it was close. Falling asleep, regardless of how tired she may or may not be, was always an ordeal. Whether it was normal life stress, adrenaline from a hunt, a combination of the two, it didn’t matter: turning her brain off was, without fail, a herculean task. Then staying asleep? Forget it. Growing up the way she had, the instinct to keep one eye and ear open at all times was impossible to shut down. Every noise seemed to register and set her on edge, big and small, and God forbid there be any light. That was the fastest way to jolt her out of a dead sleep. 

It had been that way as long as Katrina could remember, and by now, in her early thirties, she was quite used to it. Instead of dreading the nighttime, she’d even come to appreciate the solace of it. It was quiet when the rest of the world was sleeping, and peaceful in a way that was hard to recreate in other circumstances.

What she wasn’t used to was having company. But as of late, company was what she had.

“Can’t sleep again, huh,” she remarked quietly as she slipped out onto the back porch, two steaming mugs carefully cradled in her hands as she gently shut the door with her foot. Dean’s head swiveled in her direction, his green eyes finding her in the low lighting, a tired smile making its way onto his face… a humorless chuckle slipping past his lips.

“Not so much.” 

In the weeks since Dean had gotten back from Purgatory, there’d hardly been a night that Katrina hadn’t run into the elder Winchester brother in the hours she’d gotten so used to spending on her own. He’d even gone so far as to co-opt her spot – not that she suspected he realized that when he’d started coming out here.

Katrina wordlessly settled into the porch swing next to him, shivering against the chilling air and passing one of the mugs to Dean. He accepted it, but looked between her and the mug, his expression growing skeptical when he realized what it was.

“Hot chocolate, Kat? Really? I’m not five.” 

Kat.

That stupid nickname made butterflies swarm her stomach like she was a damn teenager again. No one else called her Kat, only Dean. To everyone else she was Trina, or Katrina. It had started as his way to annoy her, in those early days when Bobby had introduced them, and they hadn’t been able to go ten minutes without bickering about something. Then somewhere along the lines when neither of them had been paying attention they’d become friends, and he didn’t try to annoy her anymore, but the nickname had stuck.

And her fondness for the moniker had grown with the idiot hunter that used it. 

“I know,” she scoffed, a wry smile forming on her own face as she went to take a sip from the mug still in her hands. “That’s why I put vodka in it. And maybe some Bailey’s.” 

His skepticism turned to amusement, and Katrina watched from the corner of her eye as he made a face that said what the hell before following her example and drinking. 

“Not bad,” he admitted as he lowered the mug. 

“You should know better than to doubt me by now, Winchester,” she quipped, and Dean rolled his eyes, though they both knew he was only being dramatic.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Black,” he griped back, though the fondness in his voice was unmistakable. Silence fell over them as they both settled further into the swing, and Katrina took another sip of the hot chocolate, savoring the warmth that spread through her body as she swallowed it down. 

It should have been comfortable, and in many ways it was. She’d known the Winchesters for years now – hunting with them often, researching for them when she couldn’t, housing them when they weren’t off doing their own thing… the three of them, barring Dean’s year in Purgatory, had been practically inseparable since the Leviathans had burned Bobby’s house down. Sam and Dean were her closest friends. Her family. 

But with Dean, it was never comfortable. She was too stupidly hyperaware of his presence for anything involving being around that man to be comfortable. The heat of his body, the way the smell of gunpowder and leather always seemed to cling to him, the aggravating truth in that his solid presence made her feel safe in a way nothing else did. 

No, being around Dean never failed to put her on high alert. And he was a goddamn distraction to boot. No matter how much Katrina tried to keep her mind on the night sky and quiet her thoughts so she could make another attempt at sleep, her eyes kept darting to her left. She didn’t often see Dean out of his normal jeans and flannel combo, except for these late-night stargazing sessions. Tonight he was clad in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that should have been illegal for the way it showed off his arms and the broad lines of his shoulders. His green eyes gleamed in the moonlight, hair adorably mused from whatever futile attempt he had made at sleep, and the stubble littering his face made her mouth water in a completely inappropriate way.

Inappropriate because Dean was her best friend, and best friends didn’t have the kind of thoughts about each other that she was having right now. Thoughts that the year apart had apparently done nothing to quell. Which shouldn’t have been surprising. It had done nothing to dampen her not-so-friend-like feelings for him either. 

To say nothing of the fact that with the kind of lives they led, there was no room for that sort of thing. She didn’t believe that loving a Winchester was the death sentence that Sam and Dean had both, at times, claimed it to be. But she knew enough to know that loving a hunter was always a risk, always invited complication… and all of their lives were complicated enough.

“How’s that shoulder doin’?” he asked after a few minutes, breaking the silence and completely oblivious to the turmoil in Katrina’s head or the fire his gravelly voice, rough from lack of sleep, lit inside her.

“It’s fine,” she dismissed, unconsciously rolling the shoulder in question. Earlier in the day, the two of them and Sam had taken care of a vengeful spirit an hour or two south of her house. It had been a simple enough salt-and-burn, but the thing had lashed out like a cornered animal in the last few minutes they were digging, doing what it could to stop them from reaching their goal. In the mele, Katrina had gotten flung at one point and crashed into a nearby headstone hard. She’d been mostly fine, but of course, Dean had immediately clocked the way she was suddenly favoring her left side. 

And now, hours later, he seemed as equally unconvinced of her dismissal as he’d been then if the way he was studying her was anything to go off of. His brow furrowed in concentration, and the intensity in his gaze left Katrina trying not to squirm. 

“Really, Dean, it was –“

But for all the good her words did her she may as well have saved her breath. Dean, it seemed, wasn’t even listening. He was too busy setting his half-drunk mug of hot chocolate on the little table next to him and then reaching out for her. His touch was gentle but firm as he maneuvered her to lean forward so he could run his hand over the tender area. Katrina willed her breathing to stay steady, even as her heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute.

“Well nothing’s swollen,” he murmured, the concern still evident in his voice. Katrina rolled her eyes and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, because I’m fine.” 

Dean paused in his movements and caught her eye, sending her a look that was both exasperated and affectionate.

“And stubborn,” he pointed out. Katrina snorted.

“Pot, meet kettle.” 

Dean sighed but let her go. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed, eyes still glued to her form. They both stayed there, frozen in place for a moment, until he frowned. “You look cold.” 

She was perhaps a little cold, but Katrina suspected what Dean was actually noticing was the tension that came from the nerves being in such close proximity to him created. She shook her head.

“I’m fine.”

This time Dean rolled his eyes, and before she could do anything, he was wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against him, enveloping her in his warmth.

“Yeah, yeah,” he repeated, “I know. You’re always fine. C’mon, Kat. It’s not a big deal.”

It was a big deal, if the heat rising in her cheeks was any indicator. But Dean couldn’t know that.

“My hero,” she muttered, injecting as much sarcasm into her voice as she could manage, and Dean chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“At least I’m someone’s,” he scoffed, that self-deprecating tone of his bringing a frown to Katrina’s face.

“Don’t do that,” she chastised, and Dean snorted.

“Do what? Be honest?” 

“Put yourself down like that,” she corrected firmly and Dean sighed. Despite herself, she found her body relaxing into his more fully.

“You weren’t there, Kat. I’m no hero.” 

She didn’t need to ask to know he was thinking of Purgatory. He’d been tight-lipped about the details, but whatever happened had left him rattled. 

“You wanna talk about it?” she ventured softly. Dean stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed back into her as he exhaled, shaking his head as he did.

“No.”

It was the answer she expected, and Katrina nodded against his chest. 

“You know I’m here though? If you do?” 

There was no pause that time. Dean nodded.

“I know.” 

And then he dropped a kiss to the top of her head that had her stomach doing somersaults as if it were the most natural in the world for him to do. 

The silence settled over them again, and Katrina tried not to hyper fixate. Dean’s fingers started tracing circles on her arm, sending pleasant shivers down her spine, and the sounds of the night washed over them – crickets, she thought, somewhere in the distance, and the occasional howl of an animal. 

Eventually, against all odds, it was the steady thrum of Dean’s heartbeat that started to lull Katrina back into a state of… not sleep, but rest, she supposed. Her senses dulling and her consciousness allowing her to enjoy the peace of the moment. But it was just that – a moment – and before long Dean was speaking again, his words breaking it apart and filling her chest with a strange mix of hope and fear.

“I missed you, you know. While I was… gone. I, uh… it’s nice. Having you around again.” 

He doesn’t mean what you want him to mean, the voice in her head hissed at her. Friends miss each other. Don’t make more out of it than what it is.

But somewhere, Katrina knew it was more than that. Dean didn’t just say shit like that. Still, letting herself ruminate on it too much was risky.

“I missed you too,” she admitted. There was a beat of silence, and then the words were slipping out before she could stop them – quiet, but impossible to miss in the stillness of their surroundings. “I was afraid I’d never see you again.” 

She caught herself as much as Dean by surprise, so much so that she hardly noticed when he moved, shifting them so that, while his arm was still around her, she was no longer leaning into him, and they were instead facing each other. His eyes were wide, betraying how much she’d caught him off guard with the admission, and Katrina felt as though she were being x-rayed the way he was searching her face. She found herself unwittingly holding her breath, waiting for the inevitable fallout, or worse, the teasing. 

But instead, his features softened, and a small smile formed on his face. The kind he seemed to reserve only for her.

“C’mon, Kat,” he murmured, his free hand coming up to brush some stray hair out of her face. But instead of dropping back to his own lap, it stayed, cradling her face. “I always find my way back to you, don’t I?”

In what seemed to be a single breath, the air between them turned charged. On their face, the words themselves were innocent. The way he was looking at her, however, was anything but, and his tone carried a weight with it that the words alone didn’t. 

They’d been here before. In this space of almost and on the verge… but one of them always pulled back. Katrina wasn’t totally sure of Dean’s reasons, though she had a list she could guess at. Her own were complicated and multi-faceted. Chief among them was a strong disbelief that whatever Dean did feel for her couldn’t possibly mirror the feelings she’d been harboring for him. And if it were only her own heart she was risking? It might not have worried her so much – she could deal with pain. But the idea of opening herself up, giving things a shot and having them crash and burn… she knew what would come next, and the idea of having to cut ties with him and Sam was unfathomable. Aside from her younger sister, they were the only real family she had left. And Jenna, as wonderful as she was, didn’t understand the life Katrina led. It had been one of the many things Katrina had worked so hard to shield her from. 

This time, however, neither of them seemed ready to heed that invisible line. Katrina noticed the way Dean’s eyes flickered down to her lips, and she unconsciously wet them while her own heart beat impossibly faster. At first, neither of them moved. And then all at once Dean leaned down and captured her lips with his in a kiss that nearly made her heart stop.

Despite the fact that it was something she’d wanted for years, it took her brain a few seconds to catch up with the reality of what was happening, and Katrina found herself frozen. But then, just as Dean seemed to be thinking he’d made a mistake, beginning to pull back, she jolted back to life. All of her normal reservations about why this was such a bad idea flew out the window, forgotten in the heat of the moment, and she kissed him back with fervor. 

Her own mug of hot chocolate was quickly deposited next to her on the bench, her hands eagerly seeking out Dean instead. The arm he’d had around her shoulders dropped lower, securing itself around her waist and pulling her closer. Hi tongue dipped past the seam of her lips, tasting and learning her all at once and letting her do the same, while her fingers found purchase on the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

Katrina wasn’t sure how long they kissed – it could have been seconds or it could have been minutes – but by the time they broke apart they were both slightly breathless. They stayed close, Dean pressing one last soft, chaste kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers, while Katrina sat there, her head spinning. For awhile it was still just the two of them that she was aware of – Dean’s warm breath against her skin, every point of contact, her own heartbeat so loud she could feel it in her ears, the taste of him still lingering… the spiked drink she’d made them mixed with something uniquely Dean she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

But then reality slowly began to intrude as the rest of her senses returned to her. All the reasons she normally held herself back started screaming at her, and the panic began to set in.

“What was that?” she asked carefully, taking care to keep her voice steady. Dean, still cradling her face in his hand, smirked slightly.

“A kiss, Kat. I believe you’re familiar with the concept based on what I’ve seen from you before.”

It was such a Dean thing to say. And under other circumstances she might have laughed, or come up with her own quip back, but she was still having trouble with rational thought. 

“We don’t kiss,” she pointed out. Dean shrugged, his thumb swiping over her cheek.

“Yeah, well maybe we should change that.” 

Before she could think of anything remotely reasonable to say, he was kissing her again. And for just a moment, Katrina let herself get swept up in him once more. But this time when he went to deepen it, Katrina pulled back, the panic overwhelming the more pleasant sensations Dean had sparked.

“Dean, I –“ she started, her voice catching in her throat, embarrassingly choked by emotion.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked, the teasing tone from before switching to one of genuine concern, and Katrina swallowed hard, willing herself to get her shit under control. This wasn’t her, she didn’t get emotional over guys, or anything, really… but then, Dean had always had a way of making her break even her own rules.

“I can’t do this,” she managed to get out, ignoring the confusion mixing with the concern in his expression. “It’s a bad idea. I can’t… I can’t just be a way for you to blow off steam. That’s not gonna work for me, and…” she trailed off, only dimly registering the look of abject horror on Dean’s face.

“Kat,” he said slowly, his voice gentle but tinged clearly with pain. “Is that really what you think is goin’ on here? That I’m just trying to blow off steam?” 

Katrina closed her eyes, focusing on taking a breath. Somewhere in the back of her mind she half wished that when she opened them again it all would have been some sort of fever dream. But, of course, it wasn’t, and when she opened them again Dean was there waiting.

“Isn’t it?”

His face fell and he pulled back, his frown deepening while Katrina found herself already missing the proximity.

“Hell no. Look, I know I’m not Mr. Touchy Feely here, but I really thought we were on the same page about this.” 

This was dangerous territory. Territory that Katrina both wanted to and dreaded entering. 

Because Dean was… not right, but not wrong either. There was something between them, something more than friendship, evident alone from how different their relationship was from the one she had with Sam if nothing else. But whatever that something more was, Katrina couldn’t be foolish enough to let herself believe that Dean felt the same way about her. She loved him, she knew that. And sure maybe his feelings weren’t strictly platonic… but he didn’t love her. Not like that. 

And if even if he did? Dean Winchester didn’t do relationships. She’d been there for the aftermath of Lisa and Ben… watched him struggle through the wreckage… and she knew better than anyone that he’d sworn off the idea of ever letting himself get involved like that again. 

“I don’t know what to say,” she mumbled, and Dean looked at her in slight disbelief.

“You can say whether I’m wrong or not.”

Katrina opened her mouth to do just that, but the words wouldn’t come. She tried a second and a third time too, and after that last attempt a smug expression worked its way onto Dean’s face, some of the tension easing from his body.

“So I’m not wrong,” he theorized. “You want to be with me too.” 

“Except you don’t do relationships,” Katrina pointed out quickly, “and I’m not looking to get my heart broken.” 

Dean softened, the corners of his lips tugging down again, and Katrina could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Why don’t you let me worry about what I do and do not do?”

“Are you actually suggesting what I think you are right now?” 

“Depends,” Dean asked, some of that devil-may-care attitude of his making an appearance again. “What do you think I’m suggesting?” 

Katrina wasn’t having any of it, though. Mind still reeling, she huffed and moved further back from him, turning to grab for her mug.

“I swear,” she started to complain without really knowing where she was going with it. “God forbid you be serious for just one –“ 

Dean’s hand shot out almost immediately, cutting her off mid-sentence as he pulled her right back where she’d been, his arm coming around her even more securely than before. He kissed her again, this time slow and purposefully, breaking away while her brain was still going fuzzy.

“I am being serious, Kat,” he said. “Look, I get it, you’re scared, and people in our line of work don’t get happy endings. But c’mon. It’s been here, whatever this thing is between us, for too long, and I’m tired of pretending it isn’t. You said you were afraid you weren’t gonna see me again? Hell, I was too. And I was more afraid that I’d never get a chance to figure this out. I want to be with you, and not just for a night or for while it feels good. This is what I want…  I’m ready to fight for it.”

“Dean –“ she began, but he cut her off, shaking his head.

“And, say what you want, but as long as you’ve known me, I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me. So if I’m telling you how I feel, you should know I mean it.” 

By the time he was done speaking, Katrina’s eyes were uncharacteristically watery, and she quickly blinked back the tears, refusing to let them spill over. Dean noticed anyway, and frowned, cradling her face once more and smoothing his thumb over her cheek.

“What are you thinking, Kat?” he prompted gently, and she let out something that was somewhere between a cry and a laugh.

“I’m thinking this is insane,” she admitted, which pulled a crooked smile from Dean and her own watery chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe a little,” he allowed. “But that doesn’t make it any less real.” She let out a puff of air, and he sighed. “C’mon, Kat. I lo –“

“No,” she cut across him firmly, and Dean blinked back in surprise.

“No? No what?”

Katrina bit her lip, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her again, and she looked down at her lap, unable to meet his eye.

“Just please don’t say you love me.” 

Her words hung there between them, until Dean tilted her chin up, forcing her to look back at him. It was impossible to miss the earnest expression on his face.

“But what if I do?” he asked. Brain short circuiting, Kat blinked back stupidly.

“Then you’re crazier than I am,” she finally said, and at her words a genuine smile cracked Dean’s face, his laughter sounding almost inappropriately loud after their conversation colored by whispers and murmurs. It didn’t last long though, and before Katrina could make sense of any of it, Dean was dipping his head again, pressing a short, sweet kiss to her lips and returning his forehead to its previous resting place against hers.

“Sweetheart,” he began, managing to maintain his sincerity despite the laughter still underlying his voice, “I’ve always been crazier than you.”

[cleighwrites]

Hello!! Here I am again... this time I'd like Sam/Dean with a hot drink ☕️ (cocoa?) and you can go as spicy as you want. Just as you know how to do that! 🥳🥳🥳

Thank You!

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Dean x Sam

Summary - Dean wants something from Sam. Sam makes him ask nicely.

Word Count - 256

Warnings - wincest, alluded to sex acts, language?

“Damn, Dean, how much Bailey’s did you put into this cocoa?” Sam asked, making a face.

“It’s made with it,” Dean shrugged, smiling into his mug. 

Sam gasped, incredulous. “Dean! You tryna get me drunk or something?”

Dean smirked. “Or something.” 

Sam gave him a look. “You know, I don’t have to be drunk to fuck you.”

“Ya don’t say?” Dean said, taking a large gulp of his cocoa. “So, what do I gotta do?” 

Sam chuckled. “Ask nicely.”

“How nice we talkin’?”

Sam leveled his gaze at him. “Nice.” 

Dean sat his mug down, walked around the table, and then got to his knees in front of his brother. He placed his hands on Sam’s legs, then leaned forward, situating himself between Sam’s knees. Looking up into Sam’s eyes, he batted his lashes. 

“Please fuck me, Sammy?”

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes, but he put a hand to the back of Dean’s head and hauled him up into a fierce kiss. “Damn your eyelashes,” Sam lamented into their next kiss. 

An hour later, they lay in Sam’s bed naked, wrapped around each other, and breathing heavily. Dean’s ass was pleasantly sore and he was on the brink of falling asleep. Then he remembered that Sam had made him ask nicely, there was something he needed to do before he passed out. 

He turned his head and placed a kiss on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks, Sammy, I needed that.”

Sam looked down at him and ran a finger along his jaw. “You and those damn eyelashes.”

[sky-bunnyyy]

Completed Works / Masterlist

last updated: 1/5/24

Avatar twow - Location: Pandora

Neytiri:

Cg! Neytiri x toddler regressor! Head cannons

Jake sully:

None yet

Neyteyam:

None yet

Lo'ak:

None yet

Kiri:

None yet

Tuk:

None yet

Miles 'Spider' Soccoro:

Spider paci icons

Scream - Location: Woodsboro, California

Stu Macher:

Cg! Stu Macher Moodboard Stu as a caregiver Headcannons

Billy Loomis:

None yet

Ethan Landry:

Cg! Ethan Landry Moodboard

Quinn Bailey

Cg! Quinn Bailey Moodboard

The Vampire Diaries - Location: Mystic Falls, Virginia

Damon Salvatore:

Cg! Damon Salvatore Moodboard

Stefan Salvatore:

None yet

Elena Gilbert:

Regressor! Elena Gilbert Moodboard

Regressor! Elena Gilbert astronomy Moodboard and Blurb

Jeremy Gilbert:

None yet

Supernatural - Loction: Lebanon, Kansas

Dean Winchester:

Cg! Dean Winchester moodboard

Sam Winchester:

Cg! Sam Winchester Moodboard

Cg! Sam Winchester x transmasc little moodboard

Castiel Novak:

Cg! Cas Moodboard

Lucifer

Cg! Lucifer Moodboard

Gabriel:

Cg! Gabriel Moodboard

American Horror Story

Murder house - Location: Los Angeles, California

Tate Langdon:

Cg! Tate moodboard

Regressor! tate moodboard

Tate Paci Icon

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If you don't see a fandom on here you want to request for, look at my fandoms list, or ask me if I write for it! This is just what I've written for so far

[writing-rat]

ALL NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST

WEDNESDAY

Enid Sinclair

Wednesday Addams

Bianca Barclay

Yoko Tanaka

Divina

Ajax Petropolus

Larissa Weems

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates

Morticia Addams

Gomez Addams

SCREAM

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Quinn Kirsch

Bailey Kirsch

Jill

Kirby Reed

Chad Martin-Meeks

Sidney

Gale Weathers

Randy

Amber

Danny

HEATHERS

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Veronica Sawyer

STRANGER THINGS

Robin

Nancy

Steve

Eddie

Hopper

Joyce

Karen

THE FALLOUT

Vada

Mia

X

Lorraine

Maxine

Bobby-Lynne

AMERICAN CARNAGE

Camila Montes

EVIL DEAD RISE

Danny

Beth

BEETLEJUICE

Lydia Deetz

FAMILY SWITCH

CC Walker

MILLER’S GIRL

Cairo

FINESTKIND

Mabel

ABIGAIL

Joey

Sammy

Dean

Peter

Frank

Rickles

Lazaar

[canonrpfinder]

hi there! i use they/them pronouns. 25+ rp writer looking for 21+ discord rp writers. i am very friendly and i promise i don't bite. i write in english but i welcome anyone who is using online rp to practice their english. most of my writing will be 3+ paragraphs in length. i have only listed my preferred muses and comfort ships.

dm or like this post and i will get back to you.

(note: my ships will not be heavily based in smut or lewd - content will remain sensitive to the canon ages of each character listed)

doctor who:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ prefer to write jenny flint, clara oswald, 11th doctor, donna noble, rose tyler, amy pond, and river song

✒ ships: jenny x vastra; 10th x rose; river x the doctor

supernatural:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ prefer to write dean winchester, charlie bradbury, lilith, and meg

✒ ships: dean x cas

once upon a time:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write as henry mills, regina mills, ruby lucas, merida, peter pan, and belle french

✒ ships: regina x emma; merida x mulan; ruby x snow; belle x rumple

chilling adventures of sabrina/riverdale:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write as sabrina morningstar, theo putnam, dorcas night, lilith/madam satan, veronica lodge,

✒ ships: sabrina x betty; zelda x lilith; veronica x betty; toni x cheryl

marvel:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write nebula, rocket raccoon, mantis, yelena belova, deadpool, kitty pryde, rouge, loki laufeyson, and squirrel girl

✒ ships: kitty x rouge; yelena x kate

dc comics:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write kara zor-el, lena luthor, nia nal, and alex danvers

✒ ships: kara x lena; kara x nia; lena x nia; alex x kelly; alex x lena

broadway/musicals:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write janis ian (mean girls), karen smith (mean girls), barbara maitland (beetlejuice), delia deetz (beetlejuice), and elphaba (wicked)

✒ ships: janis x cady; adam x barbara; karen x gretchen; elphaba x glinda

merlin:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: morgana pendragan, merlin, and morguase

✒ ships: morgana x gwen; merlin x arthur

the addams family/wednesday:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: wednesday addams, thing, gomez addams, morticia addams, and yoko ono

✒ ships: wednesday x enid; yoko x divina; mortica x larissa; gomez x morticia

american horror story:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: queenie, scarlett winslow, zoe benson

✒ ships: scarlett x ruby; scarlett x maya; zoe x madison

stranger things:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: max mayfield, robin buckley, eddie munson, will byers, vicki, and eleven hopper

✒ ships: steve x eddie; will x mike; max x eleven; max x lucas; robin x nancy; eddie x cindy; vicki x robin

lost girl:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: kenzi malikov, bo dennis, evony fluerette marquise

✒ ships: bo x tamsin; bo x evony; bo x kenzi

horror/indie:

(open to friendship/enemy connections)

✏ i prefer to write: mia (the fallout), tara carpenter (scream); mindy meeks-martin (scream); glen (chucky); glenda (chucky); tiff valentine (chucky); moira karp (some kind of hate); bonnie harper (the craft); sara bailey (the craft); z (warm bodies)

✒ ships: mia x vada; tara x amber; tara x quin; tara x mindy; tiff x chucky; moira x kaitlin

✒

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

below the read more ➡️ some face claims I’d love to write against in general and particular pairings I’d love to write ✨

*bolded names are face claims I can offer

in general: blake lively, brianne howey, brooklyn decker, bryce dallas howard, chase stokes, chase sui wonders, chloe bailey, david harbour, eric dane, ella purnell, elizabeth gillies, emma stone, emily ratajowski, eva longoria, glen powell, greta onieogou, halle bailey, henry cavill, jeffery dean morgan, kate hudson, kate walsh, lana condor, madelyn cline, madison beer, mason gooding, melissa fumero, melissa o'neil, patrick dempsey, pedro pascal, oscar Isaac, rachel zegler, rob mcelhenney, sabrina carpenter, shay mitchell, simone ashley, sairose ronan, taraji p henson, taylor swift, tilly keeper & vanessa morgan.

in particular...

anna de armas x blake lively

anna de armas x pedro pascal

ella purnell x pedro pascal

eva longoria x kate upton

eva longoria x pedro pascal

eva longoria x oscar isaac

madelyn cline x chase stokes

madleyn cline x kate walsh

madelyn cline x lana condor

madelyn cline x mason gooding

maia reficco x eric dane

maia reficco x melissa fumero

maia reficco x rachel zegler

melissa fumero x eva longoria

melissa fumero x kate upton

sabrina carpenter x blake lively

sydney sweeney x glen powell

tilly keeper x blake lively

tilly keeper x henry cavill

tilly keeper x madison beer

tilly keeper x rob mcelhenney

tilly keeper x taylor swift

taylor swift x blake lively

taylor swift x emma stone

taylor swift x eric dane

taylor swift x jeffery dean morgan

taylor swift x kate upton

taylor swift x kate walsh

taylor swift x oscar isaac

taylor swift x patrick dempsey

taylor swift x pedro pascal

taylor swift x sabrina carpenter

[wrestlingwiththoughts]

The First Annual WrestleMania Week 2024 Awards

The most interesting parts of WrestleMania Week 2024 were, as usual, in the shows that took place around Philadelphia this year. Though I didn't travel to Philadelphia for the shows, I tried to craft a path that covered as many of the most interesting shows that streamed as possible.

To start, let's acknowledge the shows that I was able to watch:

DEFY Wrestling: Can't Deny It

STARDOM: American Dream 2024 in the Keystone State

GCW Presents Josh Barnett’s Bloodsport X

The first half of the Mark Hitchcock Memorial Supershow

ACTION Wrestling & Segunda Caida: DEAN~!!

Jersey Championship Wrestling: JCW & GCW vs. The World

ROH Supercard of Honor 2024

CMLL Super Viernes (April 5, 2024)

Let's also provide the caveats on the shows that were on my radar that I was not able to watch due to timing conflicts:

The second half of the Mark Hitchcock Memorial Supershow

DDT Pro-Wrestling: DDT Goes Philadelphia

Tokyo Joshi Pro Wrestling: LIVE in Philly

Wrestling REVOLVER & Hog of Glory Wrestling

Game Changer Wrestling: Joey Janela's Spring Break 8

Expect the Unexpected: Unlock the Unexpected - ETU vs. Dragongate

The call to promoters who schedule shows around major AEW and WWE shows: I understand the need to schedule around those shows. I suspect the desire to competing against WWE SmackDown, ROH Supercard of Honor, WrestleMania XL Nights One and Two forced promoters to focus on Thursday night as the premier evening option of WrestleMania Week 2024. The point of the weekend is, presumably, to make money via ticket sales and through the streaming sales that a company would make. Forcing customers to choose your show over competing options limits the ticket and streaming sales and exposure that your company can get that week.

On Thursday night, I was able to give the Hitchcock Memorial Supershow about an hour of undivided attention before I switched to focus on DEAN~!!. I missed the DDT show completely, and given the pace of WrestleMania Week and wrestling in general, I will most likely never watch DDT's show (or any other show that I had to skip due to time conflict). That means that I won't even have the chance to forget about the widely praised KONOSUKE TAKESHITA vs. Shunma Katsumata and Mike Bailey vs. Yuki Ueno matches because I won't ever watch them. Had DDT's show taken place on Friday afternoon, it would have received undivided attention and possibly better ticket sales and more views on WrestleUniverse.

With that said, here are my reflections on this year's WrestleMania Week in the form of my supremely prestigious awards.

The "Best Pure Vibes" Award: ACTION Wrestling & Segunda Caida: DEAN~!!

I visited the Death Valley Driver Video Review Message Board fairly regularly when I was younger, but I never created an account or tried to participate because it seemed too intimidating. My horizons broadened by reading discussions and reviews on Segunda Caida, but I never felt like I had anything worthwhile to add because my wrestling viewing was limited to some syndicated WWF shows, some ECW, and mostly WWF and WCW. Nonetheless, I recognized the name "Dean Rasmussen" in the message board and SC reviews, and I was sorry to hear of his passing. DEAN~!! was held in Rasmussen's honor, and it was probably my favorite show of the week. It had a vision, and that vision was felt in the eclectic mix of matches on the card, the exuberant commentary from Dylan Hales and John Mosely. Wrestling promoters and fans will sometimes defend nonsensical character development and plots, cringeworthy comedy, and substandard wrestling by claiming that wrestling shows have to feel uneven because they're variety shows that offer a little something to everyone. DEAN~!! felt like a repudiation of that defense, a counterargument that wrestling itself can provide that buffet without relying on the tired tropes that companies trot out when they refuse to think of anything better.

These are a few of my favorite things from DEAN~!!:

Colby Corino's setup for and commitment to the headlock gimmick. He was a busy and tired man, so he tried to win using the basic move in his arsenal. That went fine for him until Alex Kane was able to use his dedication to working smarter, not harder against him. The match combined comedy and action very well, and it's forced me to re-evaluate my impression of Corino from the days when he ran with Eddie Kingston, Joe Gacy, and Shane Strickland in Evolve as The Unwanted.

O'Shay Edwards for ending the match with a moonsault. When a man as large as Edwards lands on you, the match should be over, and it was, which meant that the match ended at the right time.

The Ugly Ducklings and Violence Is Forever for giving the crowd an unexpected sprint.

Tom Lawlor for his reticence to touch the disgusting, bloodstained canvas that was used for his match with One Called Manders against the Coven of the Goat. I wouldn't want to either.

Dr. Cerebro for having some of the best looking gear that I saw all weekend. The key details are the exposed brain and glasses sewn on his mask.

Avery Good, the IWTV Championship Committee, and ACTION for commissioning a slightly larger IWTV Independent World Championship belt. It's a good bit.

Krule and Jake Parnell for surpassing my low expectations for their match. It was overbooked, but it was overbooked in a good way, and Krule impressed the most since the show where he emerged from a cornfield.

Arez for being such an odd fellow. Master of the Strange Style indeed had a match with Chikara alumnus Matt Makowski that exceeded my expectations.

Slim J for refusing to go gentle into that good night. He and Adam Priest ripped off an exciting match days after Slim J was released from AEW, and it hopefully makes promoters reflect on how they misused someone this talented.

Marcus Mathers for making me reevaluate my opinion after writing him off as a scramble flippy guy.

Demus and Mad Dog Connelly for unleashing violence and mayhem. Connelly started the match by snapping the chain and hitting Demus with it, and he upped the ante by punching Demus with chain-wrapped fists.

Daniel Makabe and Timothy Thatcher for rewarding the attention that I was forced to pay their match due to their style. Grappling-focused matches don't have obvious moments of excitement for most viewers, so you're forced to watch closely for small shifts in angle and advantage. Makabe and Thatcher had a match where I felt like the attention that I paid to them after a long day of watching wrestling was worth the effort.

The "But Now You Have My Attention" Award: The Sovereign/Sinner & Saint

My major takeaway from DEFY's Can't Deny It was the fast-paced and tightly executed work from Judas Icarus, Travis Williams, and Evan Rivers in their match against the Dragongate team (more on one of them later) and C4XKC. Icarus and Williams, as Sinner & Saint truly caught my attention in their match against Marcus Mathers and Austin Luke at DEAN~!!, and I'll peek in on what they'll do in TNA now that they're signed there.

The "Champagne Problems" Award: Mariah May

In the grand scope, AEW's insistence on continuing with Timeless Toni won't determine whether they sign a profitable TV deal or whether their ticket sales or TV ratings will reach new heights or depths. On a personal level, the combination of Timeless Toni and the Brochachos drove me away from AEW, and it took months before I could trust the company to not focus so heavily on crappy content. I'm willing to stomach a few minutes of Timeless Toni every week in recognition that nothing can be perfect. Nonetheless, watching Mariah May wrestle with Mina Shirakawa and Xia Brookside against Mayu Iwatani, Momo Kohgo, and Tam Nakano at STARDOM's show and against Kohgo during the ROH Zero Hour preshow highlighted how fresh and exciting she feels and how tired and mortifying watching Toni Storm play Timeless Toni feels.

The "Indifference Is Worse Than Hate" Award: Shun Skywalker

I gave Dragongate a chance to capture my heart in 2023, and it failed to attach. So, I wanted to give Dragongate another chance in a setting that piqued my interest in Dragon Gate back in 2006. Instead, the Dragongate team of Kzy, Shun Skywalker, and Ho Ho Lun seemed to disappear during their match in the DEFY show. I had hoped that it was an aberration, but the Dragongate group of YAMATO, Dragon Kid, and Shun Skywalker underwhelmed in the tag match against Los Desperados in JCW & GCW vs. The World. Then, the whole Dragongate group had an underwhelming performance in the much hyped match against Team CMLL during the Hitchcock Memorial Supershow. I want to give them one more chance with the ETU vs. Dragongate show, but the Dragongate showing this trip did not inspire me to give the company another chance in 2024.

The "Half-Hearted Efforts Produce Half-Hearted Results" Award: ROH Supercard of Honor 2024

Crowning Mark Briscoe as the ROH World Champion on the anniversary of his brother's ascension should have felt triumphant. Instead, it felt perfunctory, which seems deeply wrong. Other than the knowledge that it was Jay Briscoe's championship anniversary, viewers received no cues for the emotional stakes of the match, and pitting Mark Briscoe against fan favorite Eddie Kingston seemed misguided.

The "That Sure Is A Decision That You Can Make" Award: Syuri, Masha Slamovich, JCW, GCW

I was looking forward to Syuri vs. Masha Slamovich at JCW & GCW vs. The World when it was announced, and it was one of the matches that kept me going through the fatigue from the grueling activity of watching wrestling for hours on end on Thursday. My spirit deflated when ring announcer Emil Jay announced a 30 minute time limit for the match since he announced no time limit for the other matches on the show. It was also billed as a JCW Championship match, and since Syuri wasn't going to win the title from Slamovich this weekend, my expectations joined my spirit in a state of deflation. The fact that they wrestled to a 30 minute time limit draw at 1:00 am Eastern in front of a listless crowd probably contributed to my dissatisfaction with the match; it felt like a slowly paced collection of moves rather than a coherent story told through the medium of professional wrestling.

The Best Match of the Weekend, Leyenda Division: Bryan Danielson vs. Blue Panther

Bryan Danielson is my favorite wrestler, and I've greatly enjoyed his post-WWE run. He's made it clear for years to anyone who would listen that he greatly admired Blue Panther and wanted desperately to wrestle him, and we were served an appetizer when they faced each other at CMLL Homenaje A Dos Leyendas 2024 on March 29. We got the full course when Danielson and Panther wrestled at Super Viernes on April 5, and it was what I, as a Danielson fan, would have wanted from this match. Both men defied age and expectations and challenged each other's technical skills and indomitable wills. Danielson tried to play rudo by hitting the aged Panther with brutal kicks and dives and by showing off with the Santo Escape several times, but Danielson is too delightful for any attendee at Arena Mexico on April 5 to truly despise.

The Best Match of the Weekend, Non-Leyenda Division

The finalists are:

World of Stardom Championship: Maika (c) vs. Megan Bayne (STARDOM: American Dream 2024 in the Keystone State)

Fuminori Abe vs. Takuya Nomura (GCW Presents Josh Barnett’s Bloodsport X)

Matt Makowski vs. Charlie Dempsey (GCW Presents Josh Barnett’s Bloodsport X)

Slim J vs. Adam Priest (ACTION Wrestling & Segunda Caida: DEAN~!!)

Daniel Makabe vs. Timothy Thatcher (ACTION Wrestling & Segunda Caida: DEAN~!!)

Dog Collar Match: Mad Dog Connelly vs. Demus el Demonio (ACTION Wrestling & Segunda Caida: DEAN~!!)

Jordan Oliver vs. Aigle Blanc (JCW & GCW vs. The World)

Limited to what I saw, my pick is Connelly vs. Demus, which was the most fun of these great matches. I was hooting and hollering as they bludgeoned each other with garbage cans, chained fists, and possibly fans, and the experience was heightened by the very game crowd at DEAN~!!.

My second pick would be Maika vs. Megan Bayne, which featured a great story of Maika, usually the bully, finding herself unable to bully the bigger and stronger Bayne. Maika's absurd Michinoku Driver from the second rope on Bayne looked absolutely reckless and devastating, and it felt unique among the many watches from the past week.

[fazcinatingblog]

hiiii bestie !!! i saw you had a tonne of fics on ao3 and wanted to know if you had any recs for new fans og afl??? any works of your or any other peeps to check out?? thxxxx

hi bestie!!! (I don't know this person)

This is a hard question because there's so much out there - probably not much on AO3 (unless you like Alex Fasolo and then you're in luck) and then Wattpad is just an insane mix of literally everything, mostly footballer x fake sister fics (which I, myself, am guilty of, and I'm sorry)

oh, also I only really read Saving Lotte Sullivan on Wattpad which I reckon is really good but I could be bias.

Maybe I'll just make a list of AO3 fics for each club (and yes, for the dogs, it'll be anything written by AFL whores about bailey smith) and a lot of this is just tooting my horn, I am sorry.

Adelaide

Tyler Brown adjusting to adelaide life

Brisbane

Take me home country roads part 1 and part 2 (obviously)

Carlton

Okay so the best year Carlton had was in 2019 so anything from 2019

Collingwood

literally anything with Trent Bianco and Jack Ginnivan (Collingwood power couple) or Darcy Moore x Charlie James Dean

Essendon

idk if there's much Essendon fics out there so this one? i mean who likes essendon anyway? ew.

Fremantle

I can't remember what year but maybe it was 2021 when 2 guys 1 cup read out Cunfe (Cunnington x Fyfe) fanfiction on the podcast so yeah find those episodes. (The fics were all family friendly and G-rated, don't worry, you can listen to them with kids in the car)

Geelong

Has to be this one

GWS

hard to pick my favourite jesse hogan one

Gold coast

what about Matt Rowell getting mentally scarred before a game. I'm so sorry.

Hawks

either Tom Phillips starting a podcast, or Tom discussing the four P's

Melbourne

probably anything with Ed Langdon or pie boy

Norf

see Freo

Port Adelaide

Bailey Smith ripping through the entire Port Adelaide team OR those lousy five chapters I tried to write about Jack Watts

Tigs

the resurrection of Matthew Richardson (hurts a little to remember writing this after what they did to me last week)

Saints

can I say my multi chapter newsreader fic even though Rob plays for Melbourne in it and not his beloved saints. Or when Ben sits down with his accountant Callum Wilkie

Swans

probably best to go to AFL whores for this one

Weagles

who even writes Weagle fics

Dogs

anything from AFL Whores regarding Bailey Smith

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What Happens At the Roadhouse...

I was craving some early-season Dean. Also, I blame part of this on @jensensgotyoudean​ - Liz, you know what you did! (Another note, for those of you not familiar with it, Des Moines is pronounced ‘Demoyne’ - drives me crazy when I’m reading something and I’m not sure how something is pronounced and it trips me up through the whole thing LOL)

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Bailey’s just looking for a couple days post-hunt R&R at Harvelle’s - and then he shows up. Cocky bastard.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Bailey (Female OC)

Word Count: 3152

Warnings: Nothing but some enthusiastic young Dean sex, no angst here

Harvelle’s Roadhouse, 2006

Bailey squinted as she entered the bar, her eyes slow to adjust from the bright sun to the dim, dusty light inside.  It was sparsely populated, as usual, and she headed for her favorite bar stool. She flung her leather jacket over the chair behind her and took a seat. After a hunt, this was her favorite place to unwind, spend a couple of days with Ellen and Jo, help work the bar, just kick back.

Ellen came out of the kitchen, a twelve-pack in each hand, stepping behind the bar to set them down before she acknowledged her latest customer. A welcoming smile lit her face as she saw Bailey, and she reached into the cooler for a cold one. “Bailey. Good to see you, sweetie. Usual?”

“Yeah, thanks, Ellen. Nice to be back.” She accepted the freshly-opened brew from Ellen and took a swig, then set it down, sighing happily. “Ice cold, just what I needed. How are things?”

“Oh, you know, same shit, different day. Jo’s been gone for about two months straight, I think she’s avoiding me. But nothing much changes around here, you know.”

“Where’s Ash?”

“In his room. Tied one on last night, I think he’s still sleeping it off.”

Bailey grinned. “Sounds about right. Seen the boys?”

“You mean the Winchester boys? They stop in here and there. Why do you ask?” Ellen winked as she asked the question, and Bailey ducked her head to hide the blush.

“No particular reason, lady, mind your business.”

Ellen laughed, low and throaty. “You know that boy’s gonna break your heart.” She took a towel to a couple of glasses, putting them back on the shelf. “If I was your age, though, I might think it was worth the risk.” She wiggled her eyebrows, and Bailey laughed.

“I’ve missed you, Ellen.”

“Backatcha, girl.”

Before she knew it, it was past midnight, and the weariness was catching up. She booked a room and welcomed a hug from her hostess before heading up the creaking stairs. The rooms and the beds were well-worn but clean, and after a quick shower she crawled between the sheets with a grateful sigh, dropping off as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Sunlight tried to peek through the closed blinds, one shaft of light sneaking its way to the side and hitting Bailey right in the eye. She frowned at it, then rolled to her back and stretched. Probably should get up, anyway, see if Ellen needed any help making breakfast or anything. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, making her way down the hall to the bathroom, the wood floor chilly on her bare feet.

She came into the hall, still yawning and half asleep, and walked right into a solid wall of man. His hand shot out, taking her arm to keep her from falling on her ass, and she looked up into the amused green eyes of Dean Winchester. “Bailey! Well, my day just got all kinds of better.” His voice was warm and lazy, with that just-woke-up husky quality to it that made her heart trip up a little.

“Dean. Hi. I, uh, didn’t expect to see you.”

His eyes traveled down her body, and she could almost feel them like a caress on her bare legs. “Yeah, I can see that.” The sexy little smirk that curved those sinful lips made her blush, and she jerked her arm away from his grasp.

“Well, don’t let me hold you up. Gotta get downstairs and help Ellen with breakfast.” She hurried back to her room, trying not to think about the fact that his eyes followed her until her door closed and hid her from his view.

“See you downstairs,” he called out, a teasing note in his voice, and then she heard the bathroom door shut and the shower start.

She leaned against the door for a minute, then shook her head and grabbed her bag to get dressed. Damn it. This was not the way things were supposed to go. She was supposed to gain the advantage, leave him stuttering and flustered. In her imagination, that was how it played out, anyway. But being face-to-face with Dean Winchester sent all those plans right out the window, it wasn’t fair. He wasn’t fair, with his stupid hair, and those stupid lips, and his fucking pretty green eyes with the long, long eyelashes, and that solid, broad chest and tight ass and bowlegs and… “Damn it.”

Ellen watched, arms folded, as Bailey worked furiously to set up the buffet line. “We tryin’ to set a new record?” she asked, and Bailey let out a frustrated sigh.

“Just trying to help. If you want me outta your hair, I can go...”

“Something wrong?”

Bailey sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yes. No. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to bite your head off.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe later. Thanks, Ellen.”

Bailey was in the pantry searching for an extra bottle of maple syrup when she heard Dean clear his throat behind her. She closed her eyes for a second, took a deep breath and set her face in a neutral mask before turning to face him. “So you finally made it downstairs. Takes a while to get the makeup just right, doesn’t it?”

He made a face. “Ha-ha-ha. You’re a regular comedian. What are you doing?”

“Getting some syrup for Ellen. If you don’t mind.” She stood there, bottle in hand, and waited for him to move.

“I don’t mind.” He stood there, smiling at her, not moving a muscle until she moved towards him, and then moving only as far as absolutely necessary to allow her to squeeze by.

“You’re such a juvenile,” she whispered angrily, trying to ignore his quiet chuckle.  

He ambled into the bar behind her, nodding as Ellen smiled and called out his name. “Dean! When did you get here?”

“Late last night. Didn’t wanna wake you, so we just kind of helped ourselves to a couple rooms.”

“Where’s Sam?”

“Still sleeping, I guess. He was still working on something with Ash when I went to bed.”

“Well, it’s good to see you. Help yourself to some breakfast.”

“Thanks, Ellen.” He looked right into Bailey’s eyes as he continued. “It all looks really tasty.”

She felt herself blushing and clenched her teeth. “Fucking asshole,” she muttered under her breath, and he grinned.

“Heard that.”

“Meant for you to hear it,” she snarked back, then laughed out loud as Ellen walked by, cuffing Dean on the ear.

“Behave yourself, or I’ll kick your ass.”

He looked at the older woman with a sheepish expression. “Sorry, Ellen.” Bailey sent a sunny, victorious smile his way, then turned and followed Ellen into the kitchen.

Bailey hummed quietly to herself as she washed dishes, elbow-deep in the huge sink. The Sunday buffet didn’t bring in a huge crowd or anything, but the Roadhouse didn’t have amenities like a dishwasher, so it had to be done by hand. She had sent Ellen off, telling her to go relax for a change and let her finish cleaning up. Wasn’t easy to win an argument with her, but she finally gave in and headed to her living quarters, probably to work on books or clean her own space, Bailey guessed.

She had put the last dish in the huge drying rack and was drying her hands when Dean walked into the room. “Great timing, there, Winchester.”

His mouth quirked into a one-sided smile. “I could’ve helped, all you had to do is ask.”

Bailey shrugged, hanging up the dish towel. “I offered, she needs to take a break once in a while.”

“Yeah. Woman works hard, that’s for damn sure.” He wandered around the room, and she caught sight of him gnawing at his lip, clearly wanting to say something and not sure how to begin.

“Dean? Something wrong?”

He sniffed, finally turning to face her, hands in his pockets. “I was just wondering what I did, you know, to piss you off. Seems like you’re mad at me. Is it about Des Moines?”

“Des Moines? Why would I be mad at you for Des Moines?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe – did I push you into doing something you didn’t want to? I mean...”

“Dean, all we did was make out in a closet. You didn’t push me into anything – like you could make me do something I didn’t want to, anyway,” she laughed, but she could feel the warmth in her cheeks. Damn it, that happened a lot around him.

“It was just a way to pass the time – a really fun way to pass the time,” Dean grinned back. “I thought maybe you were mad about it, I don’t know.”

“We didn’t even really do anything...”

“Second base,” he teased and she grabbed the damp dish towel and threw it at him.

“Oh, and we’re back in high school again.” He was smiling that kind of shy, but secretly pleased smile, looking down at the floor, and she felt a couple of the butterflies in her belly take off. “You know, you could’ve rounded third.” She couldn’t help giggling at his wide eyes when he raised his head in surprise.

“Oh, yeah? Now you tell me.” He moved closer as she leaned back against the sink. “You know, that pantry is pretty much the same size as the closet we were in. When I found you in there earlier, I just wanted to close the door and...” He leaned in, threading his fingers through her hair and moving it back over her shoulder as he brushed his lips over hers, just a barely-there touch. His green eyes were warm as he looked into hers, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.

“All right, you two, take it outta my kitchen.” Ellen stood in the doorway, her arms folded and a knowing smile on her face. “Go on, we gotta prepare food in this place.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean answered, grinning and reaching for Bailey’s hand. She pushed away from the sink and followed, sending a parting smile over her shoulder at the older woman.

“Damn, those were the days,” Ellen muttered to herself, grabbing the ledger she had come for from the corner table and leaving the room.

Dean almost plowed into Sam, who was on his way down the stairs, as he rushed upwards. “Hi, Sam,” Bailey called out as Dean pulled her by, and Sam sent a laughing “Morning, Bailey” after her, continuing down.

“Where we goin’?” Dean asked, coming to a sudden halt.

Bailey pulled at his hand. “Come on.” She headed for her room, letting him follow her in before she closed the door, and he backed her up against it immediately. After kissing her breathless, he took a step back and held out his hand, but she looked back at him, her smile fading a little. “Y’know, I think maybe I do need to say something. About Des Moines.”

His face fell, and she resisted the urge to laugh. “Okay. Tell me.”

She pushed away from the door, chewing on her lip for a second before she spoke. “Well… after that… I don’t know, it was like we kind of left things – unsettled. At least I did. I really expected you to call or something, try to meet up, finish what we started? I don’t know. It just felt like...” She stared down at the floor. “It felt like it was nothing to you. Like maybe I really was just something you did because you were bored, but you didn’t really give a shit about it. When I didn’t hear from you at all, not a message, nothing... And the thing was, and I shouldn’t even tell you this, but I was wound up for days, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, imagining how the rest could have gone. I felt like you just – threw me away. And when you stopped me this morning in the hall, and you were all flirty and cocky, I don’t know… I just wanted to punch the smirk off your face.”

“You think it was nothing to me?” He huffed out a sarcastic little laugh. “I dreamed about you. I thought about you every time I...” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I never called you because – because I felt like an idiot. I figured it was no big deal to you. I felt like a loser, made out with a girl for twenty minutes and couldn’t fucking get over it. I figured the best thing for me to do was to let it go instead of mooning over you like some fucking nerd teenager.”

“Yeah? Well, I couldn’t let it go.”

“Well, I couldn’t, either.” They stared at each other for a long, lingering moment, and then Dean moved, fast, pinning her against the door and kissing her, all restraint gone. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the fingers of one hand gliding up through his hair, then gripping hard. He moaned, bucking his hips against her, slipping his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and moving up to squeeze at her breast.

He finally lifted his head, panting, pulling his hand from her shirt and working the buttons free, resisting the urge to just yank her shirt open and send them flying. She swallowed hard as he pushed the cloth down her arms and reached for the clasp of her bra, and she shook the shirt from her arms, letting it drop to the floor. Dean stared down at her, his jaw working, grabbing and kneading at her breasts with both hands as he kissed her again, hungry and demanding.

He moved back suddenly, taking her hand and pulling her along to the foot of the bed. A thick quilt hung over the bed frame, a little lower than waist-high, and he looked at it, then looked at her, questions asked and answered without a word. She stared into his eyes as she unfastened her jeans, shoving them down over her hips along with her panties. His eyes fluttered closed for a split second, and then he bent and helped her step out of her clothing, dropping kisses to her thighs and belly, nuzzling into the crease of her thigh and nipping gently before standing back up and stripping his own shirt off. He reached back for his wallet, pulling out a condom as she unfastened the button of his jeans and he watched her, predatory, as she helped him undress.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he murmured in her ear, sending a shiver through her.

“Promise?” she challenged with a smile, and he let out a soft grunt as she gripped his erection, giving it a squeeze before sending his boxers down to his feet.

He stepped out of his jeans and grabbed her by the shoulders, kissing her hard and quick, then turning her towards the bed. “Bend over there for me, Beautiful, and hang on.”

She gladly did as he asked, gasping a little as his fingers stroked through her folds, rubbing at her clit for a delicious moment before penetrating her with two fingers, burying them to the last knuckle. The position she was in left her on the balls of her feet, almost on tiptoe, and she struggled to push back into him, seeking. “Be patient, baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice rough as he worked her open. “God, you’re so tight, so wet for me, I can’t wait to feel you around me.” She was whimpering, fistfuls of the bedding in her hands, trying not to beg, but he wasn’t making it easy.

Finally he withdrew his fingers, and he moaned as he put them to his lips. She waited impatiently, heard the condom wrapper ripping and his quiet hiss as he sheathed himself. “Dean...” she managed to force out as he traced over her body with his fingertips, caressing her curves and giving her ass a squeeze before gripping one hip and lining himself up with the other hand.

She felt everything inside her go fluid as he slowly pushed inside. It seemed like forever before he was flush against her, invading the deepest part of her with such sweet aching pleasure that it was already overwhelming her senses. He was feeling it, too, groaning and gripping her hips hard, his fingertips digging in almost painfully. “You all right, baby?”

“God, yes.”

“You feel fucking fantastic. Better than any of my dreams. And they were pretty damn good.” He began to rock in and out, gentle and barely moving at first, swearing softly under his breath as her body clutched at at him. “Don’t worry, sweet little pussy, I won’t go far,” he muttered as he pulled back, shuddering when Bailey moaned at the impact of him fully impaling her again.

Her nails were digging into the bedding as she struggled to meet his quickening thrusts, but she had no leverage. Her moans turned into breathless cries as he picked up speed and began to drive into her, holding her hips in place. She bit into the quilt covering the bed beneath her, the repeated impact of their bodies building the tension in her until she let go with a muffled scream, her world shattering around her.

Dean was gritting his teeth, his hips a blur as he chased his orgasm, letting out a feral growl as he came hard, his head spinning a little with the force of it. Bailey was whimpering softly, still shuddering and shivering with aftershocks, her legs hanging limp from the bed rail. Dean resisted collapsing over her, his muscles seizing with one last violent shudder before he took a breath and reluctantly pulled out.

He slipped his arms around Bailey’s body and lifted her upright, then swept her up in his arms and moved around to lie her down in the middle of the bed, disposing of the condom before dropping down beside her. After a couple of minutes, she turned towards him, letting him pull her close as she laid her head on his shoulder. “You did not lie,” she whispered, and he smiled. “I mean, a guy says something like that to a girl, and doesn’t follow through? That would be real disappointing. I am not disappointed. Holy shit, Winchester.”

“Glad you had a good time. I had a great time. Better than I imagined, and I’ve got a hell of an imagination. I imagined some pretty amazing things with you after Des Moines.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe sometime...”

“Definitely.” He felt her smile against his skin, and her lips nibbled at him before she spoke again, softly. “You think they heard us downstairs?”

“Nah.”

“Really?”

“Well, probably not. But if they did – what happens at the Roadhouse stays at the Roadhouse.”

She sighed and snuggled closer. “That’s a relief.”

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Car Accident || A Jack Gibson Imagine

Anonymous requested: “ Could you write an imagine for jack Gibson whet he has to respond to a car accident you are in and you get badly hurt. He’s like freaking out bc it’s his girl but ends all cute/fluffy? “

A/N: hope you like it!

Tw: car accident, injuries, hospitals, IV, needle sticks, medicine, description of blood

It had been a calm shift. There had been minimal calls, only a few medical calls, but most of the shift had so far been cleaning the firehouse and making fun of each other. Travis, Vic, and Jack were all watching Forensic Files in the TV room as the others were milling around the kitchen, making dinner, when the call comes out.

“Engine 19, Aid Car 19,  4 car pile-up on Route 5 Northbound, exit 233″

They run to the trucks, and within minutes they’re on their way to the scene. Jack was excited, he had been itching for some action, a juicy call to make the time move faster so he can come home to you.

Jack loves you more than he thought he could love anyone. The way you dance in the kitchen when you’re cleaning, the way you lose yourself in a book, the look you give him when he says something that you couldn’t believe came from his mouth. As he was nearing the sight of the crash though, his heart dropped.

Your car was smashed between two others, the engine completely pancaked. A door was ripped off of the driver’s side, the passenger side was smashed against the guardrail. Jack could tell it was your car because of the sticker on the bumper, or what was left of your bumper. It was one he found for you when you two had taken a vacation to California for a week last year, and was the easiest way to find your car.

“Shit.” He heard Andy swear, but he didn’t respond, he couldn’t accept it, not yet. 

“Is that-”

“It’s Y/n’s car.” Jack said, interrupting Dean. You all quickly got out of the trucks, and rushed over to you. Dean and Travis stopped him from going over to you, he knows he can’t be involved because he’s too close to this. He didn’t stop trying though, they made him lean on the truck while Bishop and Vic looked you over.

“That’s Y/N, Miller. What if it was Sasha, or JJ? What if that was Grant, Travis?” He was yelling at them now, but they didn’t take it personally. They knew how much you meant to him. 

“Gibson, we get it, but I know you know why you can’t be over there right now. If you go over there, they’re going to be distracted and that takes away from Y/N being cared for. They’re the best at their jobs, you have to let them work,” Travis reassured him, and he finally complied until you were out of immediate harm’s way.

Vic put a c-collar around your neck, while Ben checked your airway, breath sounds, and your pulse. Vic got to work on an IV in your forearm to give you fluids, but it worries them that you haven’t gained consciousness yet. The rest of 19, minus Jack, Helped quickly and carefully get you out of the car and onto stretcher. As they were loading you onto the ambulance, Bishop gave the okay for Jack to ride with you. 

“Hey baby, I’m right here, okay? You’re going to be okay,” Jack tells you, although you don’t hear him, nor do you see the tears rolling down his face.

He lets Ben work, checking your vitals and assessing your injuries, and calls Grey-Sloan to give report. While he does all of this, he watches Jack gold your hand, occasionally brushing your hair away from your face, like he was completely lost into taking care of you.

Once you got to Grey-Sloan, they made Jack wait in the waiting room while Miranda, Amelia, Link and Owen started working to take care of you. Ben and Vic sat with Jack, but he couldn’t sit still. He was pacing back and forth, and they knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he knew you were okay.

They eventually had to leave for another medical call, but Bishop let Miller go sit with him in just in case. They waited at least another hour before Bailey came out with an update.

“Y/N is going to be fine. They had a skull fracture, but there doesn’t seem to be any lasting brain damage. They do have a grade 2 concussion, and a broken nose from their head hitting the steering wheel. They have several broken ribs, one of which punctured a lung. Pierce repaired it, and they have a chest tube in to drain any excess fluid. You can go see them if you’d like,” she finished explaining, and when Jack nodded she lead him to see you.

You were just waking up from surgery, and god your head was pounding. The nurse came in a few minutes ago to give you your pain medicine, so the pain in your side had started to subside. Jack came into your room, and you can tell he had been crying. His eyes were red, his hair was a mess, and he was still in his uniform.

“Hi love,” you offered and tried to smile, but just about everything hurts your head at the moment. He smiled lightly, then sat in the chair next to your bed and grabbed your hand.

“I thought I lost you. You can never do that again. Understood?” He said roughly, his throat was raw from crying, but he needed to make sure you knew just how much all this scared him.

“I love you too, Jack. And this wasn’t my fault, by the way. Those two idiots in front of me gave me no warning that they were going to crash.” you said lightly, eliciting a giggle from Jack as he rubbed his eyes.

“Alright smartass, glad to see you’re back to your normal self,” he laughed, you always knew how to cheer him up, even when it’s pretty morbid.

You sent him away to go finish his shift, promising him if anything happened the hospital staff would call him. He would come back in the morning, and wouldn’t leave until you were ready to leave a few nights later.