#i nneed to finish this

[worldwright]

just one day when I can get home on time would be great

[callilouv]

gusy i am not okay

[freakinator]

i nneed to stop watching unstable late at night bro i keep finishing in the mornings and also miss on a lot of things i wanted to note down cause im so eepy 😭

[echantedtoon]

What If: Kaigaku Edition

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

Warnings: Rui has a nightmare, Rui, Kaigaku, and Y/n get blown away and crash-land in flashback.

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The Infinity Castle was always a place that rarely any humans would be graced to see even once in their short lifetimes. Oh how he reveled in that fact and the fact that HE had such high privileges even amongst other demons. And why shouldn't he be proud? He had everything going good in his life right now 

He bested Enmu earning him the title of Lower Moon One. Earning him a higher rank. He was the one who could order all other lower moons. He obtained a powerful position all due to skill. Every lower person bowed to his strength. He had a high position. Respect. Power. Money. A beautiful badass fiance. Any luxury at a snap of his fingers. What more could he ask for? Why a day just between them of course. Just him and his woman. He didn't (beg-) ask Kokushibo for a day off just to waste it. It'd be nice to finally have a day off. Just him and his fiance-

"Thank gods you're here. I nneed you to watch Rui for me today."

His perfect fantasy for the day shattered in his hands as soon as the words tumbled out of your mouth and landed on his lap. Kaigaku had just arrived to the sight of you walking around frantically getting fancily dressed up. Ar first he thought that obviously it was for him, but any reality of THAT was also shattered. 

"Ms. Rei invited me to hang out tonight," you said putting your hair up, "I think she wants to spend time with another woman that's in a similar position to her. You showed up just in time to help me."

"WHAT?!," he demanded with a scowl and pointed at you. "Aren't you forgetting that WE were supposed to go out sometime this month?! I had to ask Kokushibo Sensei for literally days before he let me have today off!! I didn't sign up to babysit the shrimp!"

You turned raising a brow at him deadpanned. "I remember but we didn't agree when we'd go out. You didn't even tell me you were coming until after I made plans with someone else."

"Then let me go with you! Problem solved!" It'd be annoying to go on a date while with the Master's wife and the shrimp but  it'd be better than babysitting all day.

"No. I already made plans and it'd be rude to just invite people along. If you didn't want to come to this then next time give me a heads up. You ARE going to watch Rui for me today and THAT'S FINAL." He hissed in anger holding up his hands in frustration. "It's not going to be so hard. It's only for today and Rui's going to spend most of today in school anyways. So I'm only asking you to drop him off at school and watch him when he comes home. I should be back by then."

"Why do I fucking get roped into these things!?"

"Because you love me. Now come in. He's still asleep right now but he'll wake up soon. Just make sure he gets to school." You finished up with your hair before walking over to him and patting his shoulder as he scowled. "It's only for today. I'll talk Ms. Rei into giving us tomorrow together. Kokushibo won't argue with her. Alright?"

He scoffed rolling his eyes. "It's still annoying."

"I know. Just deal with it."

He bristled and lit up a bright pink when you gave a quick kiss to his cheek before just leaving. Leaving him standing there by himself with just the sleeping shrimp in the next room over. After a moment he just mumbled some curses and stomped over to plop himself in a nearby sitting pillow head in his hands. This couldn't be any worse- His ears perked up. His head turned. Blue-black eyes stared at a sliding door against the other wall slowly slide open. He blinked as a pair of red-green eyes timidly peered out from the other side. Kaigaku watched as a pale child shakingly gazed out and around the room before him. Tears lightly staining his cheeks.

"Ma-..M-M-Mama?'

The sky was close to him. The trees were below him but they were approaching faster and faster and FASTER. And there was no way for him to stop it! There wasn't anything to latch onto, no safety webs, and no one to hold his hand and stop his tumbling and twisting and turning. No sounds but the wind and no feelings but the panic in his heart.

He was going to die.

But...he just got a mother. He finally got someone else to notice him...HIM-him. Not -his father's heir' him. And as soon as those trees get close enough- That's it. No more stories.  No more hugs. No more family. No more mother...No more anything. He couldn't regenerate from the damage this big of a fail would cause. His weak body could barely heal a cut within an hour. He would die before he even knew what happened. Why wasn't he born with a stronger body? If he was so special then why was he suffering so much? Why was everyone after him just to inflict pain? It wasn't his fault. All he ever wanted...All he ever asked for...Was someone to take notice...And tell him that-

A pale hand reached out to the moon getting smaller and smaller.

That everything would be ok.

A grey hand wrapped itself around that wrist and YANKED!! He found himself suddenly pulled against someone as black as night. A powerful arm pushing painfully against him pressing him further into something black breathing heavily. His fists clenched around the black fabric as he looked up into the one who was shielding him from the upcoming crashes. A pair of blue-black eyes gazed at him before the first crashes of branches caused the man to cry out.

"Yeah.. She's not here right now." Kaigaku wasn't sure what to respond with other than that seeing the sight of the small child trembling and standing in the doorway staring at him..Well..This was incredibly awkward. What the hell happened to the shrimp? Nightmare maybe? Dammit he had no idea how to navigate around kids!! This is why he didn't want to babysit! "Uh..Yeah. So go blow your nose or whatever. I'm dropping you off at school." He tried to just...push the awkwardness aside.

Instead of doing literally anything he said, the child laser focused on his form silently enough to make him squirm. The gaze he gave him felt as if he was looking directly into his soul. Creepy. What was he supposed to do? Baby him? Yeah. Not gonna hap-

"P-Papa."

"Hey, Shrimp! What's making you perish over there? Get up and follow me. We need to reach that town!"

Rui wheezed but managed to speak out between gasps. "Can't. My body's going in on itself again."

He stayed there wheezing and gasping for breath even as Kaigaku came back over and  pressed a hand on his forehead. "You're running a high fever. Can you walk?" Rui wheezed and Kaigaku groaned. Rui blinked as something strong wrapped around his middle and a moment later he was pressed against a black coated back, held there by Kaigaku's tail. "Try not to get sick on me or else you're not being carried in comfort...And not a word of this to anyone! You hear me!? I have a reputation to keep!"

Rui didn't say a word but snuggled into his colder skin sighing in relief it have his hotter body.

"What? AH!!" 

Kaigaku threw up his hands and bristled as a white blur suddenly rushed him. Latching onto his middle and burying his tear stricken face into his chest. The sudden hug forced onto him made Kaigaku squawk out a noise before just staring down at the boy frozen.

"I-I had a nightmare again," the shrimp sniffled against him wetting his coat with his tears, "I-I was falling t-through the sky...A-And I was g-g-gonna die ..and Y-You saved me. I love you, Papa."

Another glass shattering noise went off inside Kaigaku's mind as the utterly horrifying realization hit him. The shrimp for whatever reason...Had Imprinted on him.

".....Fuck my Life-"

Many looks were given to Lower Moon One as he stomped down the path towards a large menagerie of buildings together circling and constantly rotating. The school all demon children attended in this hellscape. However it wasn't the fact that a Kizuki Lord was present. It was the fact that he was a Kizuki Lord with a child happily holding onto his tail with a bright smile on his face. It was fucking embarrassing!! He told the shrimp to let go but he didn't, only gripping onto his tail hader. Many other parents and other children looked on in silent surprise or awe at the sight of him leading a child to school. He has to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Alright! We're here." He immediately stopped and turned to stare at the child still holding his tail. "Get going." Gods this was so embarrassing he felt his own reputation already crashing around him.

The small fry frowned at him. Why wasn't he going already? Rui stared at him before looking at the school, then at him again before both hands grabbed his tail now.

"Oh no! Absolutely not! You can go in there by yourself! I'm not pandering after you! And that's final!"

"Now class, today we're reviewing your knowledge on the great betrayal over two thousand years ago. Now who can tell me the name of the three generals that made the most impact against the war with humans?"

Kaigaku sat there awkwardly sitting in a chair too small for him and meant for a child to sit in. Many young children staring at him in awe despite the teacher's instructions. Next to his awkward form Rui calmly shifted to his book according to his teacher's orders like the obedient student he was. His tail resting on the desk next to his hand. He was never more embarrassed in his dam life! This was SO HUMILIATING!!! After a few more minutes he turned feeling the grip leave his tail as Rui wrote something on a piece of paper. Taking the chance he silently removed his tail from the desk and sighed as he finally got a break from the kid- Rui's hand reached over to feel the space on the desk where he left Kaigaku's tail. Patting around a few times he finally blinked and looked over noticing that the tail was gone. Kaigaku groaned as Rui just reached out of his chair grabbing the end of his tail again in one hand, and just went back to his studies like he wasn't holding onto him.

Screw his life.

"So...Did something happen while I was gone?"

He scowled hard at you as you smiled amused at the fact that Rui had STILL refused to let go of his dam tail this entire time. He'd literally went LITERAL HOURS just sitting in a classroom awkwardly being stared at by awestruck and confused kids as Rui held his tail and followed him around holding onto him refusing to let go for more than two minutes!! And even after quickly retreating back here to meet you, you were ungrateful enough to mock and coo at his embarrassment. CAN'T YOU SEE HOW MUCH PAIN HE WAS IN!?

"Papa spent the day with me," Rui answered busy with whatever assignment the teacher gave out AND STILL REFUSING TO LET THE HELL GO OF HIS TAIL!! Acting as if he wasn't holding onto Kaigaku with one hand.

"Oh? Is that so?" You gave him an amused look. "What a good deed 'Papa' did today.~" You cooed making him bristle and hiss.

"Don't patronize me, Woman."

"Papa. When are you going to give me siblings?"

Kaigaku gave out a louder flustered squawk as you snorted and started laughing.

[dopaminerjic]

finished the fifth season.. i nneed to lie down........

[rgbjitter]

another model (again. i nneed to stop making models then stopping right when i need to do the textures)

dude looks like walter (and no it is not supposed to be any roblox character)

hopefully im able to stop myself from going further into this one before finishing the crow

[eyesteeth]

ohhhh im clawing at the walls. ohhhhh i’m stamping a little circle into the dirt. i nneed to post my predicitions i need to get these Thoughts out into physical form and then i can, finish a fic and go feral

[kuiinncedes]

not this book im reading for class getting me so emotional hello

[mobileslutgundam]

fellas is it gay to be built to be a literal perfect match for each other on the battlefield

[wellenklavier]

literally why are my fallout fic drafts the best fucking things ive ever written what the hell

[sylvir-draws]

HEY @smallballofbritish is yuor art contest still goin on because i

[hus-pus]

I need someone to drill motivation into me

[ace-alex-art]

.

[betchiwilleatyou]

foxxay fluff i nneed it so bad 🧍

sorry this took so long and sorry its so short i. am depressed lol. whoops. but theres more stuff coming soon hopefully

rating: general audiences

wc: 660

tags: gay ppl and the tragic murder of a few flowers rip

Cordelia, for what has got to be the fifth time in as many minutes, looks over at Misty as the Cajun blows a stray lock of hair away from her face. The rogue curl briefly floats up and away from her nose, only to fall right back where it started. Misty scowls at the offending piece, eyes crossing, and Cordelia fights to keep a laugh down.

“Baby, that’s the millionth time you’ve done that today,” she says, trying not to sound too amused. “Do you want me to tie your hair back? I’ve got an elastic with me.”

Misty furrows her brow. “But I like it down like this,” she argues. “It’s so uncomfy when it’s tied back.”

“I know it is, honey, and I love it like this too, but right now it seems to be bothering you. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Cordelia tucks another stray lock behind Misty's ear and watches her consider it.

“I’ll put flowers in it for you,” she adds, and Misty’s eyes light up as she sucks in a little gasp.

Misty grins as she bolts over to the vine of morning glories in the corner of the greenhouse. She snaps off a few delicate flowers, muttering quiet apologies to each one. Once she has them collected she prances back and deposits them on the table before Cordelia, then goes to gather some lavender. After that it’s babies’ breath, then orchids, and finally lilies of the valley. Soon there’s a small pile of flowers on the table before them, out of place surrounded by test tubes and mortars and pestles.

Once Misty is standing in front of her again, rocking excitedly back and forth on the balls of her feet, Cordelia asks, “That everything?”

Misty nods eagerly, grinning from ear to ear. Cordelia laughs, moving behind the other woman and running her fingers through her wild hair in an effort to get some of the tangles out. Once that’s done she divides Misty’s hair into sections, feeling Misty flinch when her ring briefly snags in it.

“Sorry,” Cordelia hisses, bringing her other hand up to untangle her ring. “I’m sorry.”

Misty shrugs. “S’okay, Delia,” she murmurs.

Cordelia removes the ring for good measure, then she starts carefully braiding Misty’s hair and weaving in as many of the flowers as she can fit. Misty is tapping her heel rhythmically against the ground, jostling her entire body with the action. When it becomes too difficult to perform her task Cordelia has to stop for a moment, giggling as she clutches Misty’s shoulders firmly, keeping the thick braid from unravelling with only her thumb and index finger wrapped securely around it.

“Keep still, baby,” she says through soft laughter.

Misty’s movement stops immediately. “Sorry,” she mumbles sheepishly. “‘M just real excited.”

Another quiet laugh escapes Cordelia as she smiles, rubbing her thumbs gently over pale skin to soothe the Cajun. “I know you are, baby. It’s okay. I’m almost done.”

Cordelia can feel the tension vibrating through Misty’s frame as the taller woman struggles to keep still, but she takes care not to rush in finishing the braid. When she eventually reaches the end of Misty’s hair, she ties off the braid with her hair elastic, patting Misty’s shoulder blade.

“All done,” she says.

Misty practically squeals, spinning around and trying to see the braid, careful not to touch it so as not to ruin the flowers.

“How does it look?” she asks excitedly, eyes shining with glee.

Cordelia grins upon seeing Misty's joy. “You look beautiful, Mist,” she murmurs.

“C’mere,” Misty requests, holding her arms out. “I want a kiss.”

“Don’t you wanna find a mirror first?”

Misty shakes her head easily. “Kiss first, then mirror.”

Cordelia presses their lips together softly, looping her arms around Misty’s waist as the Cajun’s go around her shoulders. Even as she starts to back the taller woman against the table, she can feel Misty grinning against her lips.

[eyes-of-fanfiction-green]

Shutting Down Part 5 (FINAL)

Dean x reader

! PART 1 HERE!

! PART 2 HERE!

! PART 3 HERE!

!PART 4 HERE!

MASTERPOST

Summary: after a fight with the reader, Dean wakes up in another woman’s bed, now the reader and Dean have to deal with the consequences.

Warning: blood, fighting, fluff, SO MUCH ANGST

A/N: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It’s finished!! So, I feel like proud momma, honestly. I wrote part one MONTHS ago, and it was my first fanfic ever. Now I’m doing full epics on Ao3 and have a successful tumblr account and I just.... wow. So much nostalgia. Anyways! This one is SUPER long, compared to the others. I hope you like it. I think I will put together a master list of all my fics, so stay tuned for that, and I have another story in mind for what I will write next. Thank You SO MUCH for reading. Please enjoy.

Vampires only really feel two emotions: hunger and anger. These two emotions drive their thoughts, their actions, and their feelings. They define the most frightening characteristics that make them “monsters”.

But on that night, when you sprinted up the forest trail to find Dean in a puddle of blood, beaten and pale, eyes glazed over, and four vampires crouched around him feeding off of him, and one biting into his neck… those vampires were introduced to another emotion…

Fear.

The whole event felt like an out-of-body experience. You felt vibrations running through your chest and throat, you must have been screaming but you weren’t aware of it. There was blood pumping in your ears, so you couldn’t hear anything but static.

Dean.

Dean.

Dean.

The vamps started charging you, but you decapitated two of them before they could even get a swipe in.

You felt their blood splatter on your face and down your clothes, but you hardly paid attention. The last two vamps tried to pin you, but you just screamed in frustration and kicked their legs out from under them, springing back to your feet.

There was hacking and biting and punches and everything was blurry and foggy, until the head vamp grabbed an ax from a nearby wood pile. The other vamp lay dead at your feet, his head rolling slightly against your boot.

You watched as the last vamp began circling you, ax in hand. He passed between you and where Dean was laying, unmoving, and you felt your hackles rise.

You yelled at the top of your lungs as you charged the last vamp, machete raised. He ducked your swing and went at you with his ax. The next few minutes consisted of chopping and swinging, each of you grunting with frustration and effort.

Then you felt it.

A mind-numb pain bursting into flames in your side, your brain starting to short-circuiting and there was a buzzing humming through your body. You glanced down slowly to see the ax embedded in your side, deeply cleaving through your flesh like it was a loaf of soft bread.

As the vamp pulled the ax out of your side, preparing for another swing, you gathered your strength and drew back your machete, throwing all your force into one last swing, severing the vamp’s head from his shoulders.

You stayed standing there for a moment, letting the waves of shock and pain wash over you in waves. The static slowly cleared from your ears, and the buzzing drained from your body. All that was left was a sharp pain in your side, yanking you back into reality.

“Dean.”

You raced over to were Dean laying sprawled out on the blood-stained grass. There were so many bites on his body that his flesh looked more mangled than bitten. His skin was practically translucent against the bright blood and his hair was wrecked and sticky.

“Dean?”

You ran shaking fingers through his tangled hair.

“Dean? Can you hear me? I need you to hang in there, dude. For me? Okay?”

Slowly, painfully slowly, Dean blinked open his dull green eyes, un-focused and tired. You felt yourself sobbing with relief as he looked up at you. It took a few minutes before he could speak, while you quickly began applying pressure to his wounds, thanking god that the bite in his neck hadn’t his jugular artery.

“[Y/N]?”

There were tears running down your face as you smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m right here, Dean. I’m right here.” You finished makeshift bandaging the last bite using shreds of your coat.

“Bbbbut, yu… lffft..” His words slurred together in confusion.

You felt something akin to a damn breaking in your heart. “I know. I know I left. But I was wrong. It was a big mistake. I missed you so much Dean, god I missed you so much. And after all this crap we’ve gone through, you hadn’t even cheated on me. I’m such an idiot, I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. I left you. How could I leave you? How could I do that? And now you’re bleeding out and I don’t know how to get you back. And I’m so tired. And my brain’s not working. And I’m so sorry, I’m so sor-“

“[Y/N].” Dean’s voice cut through your frenzied and feverish ramblings; his voice slightly less slurred this time.

“Yu nneed to breathhe, k?” His slightly glazed eyes drifted down your body and landed on the gash in your side, his gaze jumping sharply back up to you. “Yu’re hert!”

You vaguely became aware of him groaning in pain as he weakly took off his own coat to press up against your side, but you couldn’t stop muttering apologies and why was your body shaking?

“You’re ‘n shok. You ned to breathe.”

Oh, right. Shock.

“Is any’ else com’in’? [Y/N]! Any’ else coming?”

You finally locked eyes with his beautiful greens… so pretty. “Mhmm. Sam. I think.”

“Ok, we nneed to hed back to your car. K?” Dean carefully began pushing himself up to sitting, praying for enough adrenaline to make it back to the road so Sam could find them. He could see your body beginning to shut down.

He had lost far too much blood, his foggy mind knew that, but for as much as the bites burned and screamed at him, there was no internal organ damage…at least he didn’t think so. You on the other hand, were barely keeping your guts in with his jacket.

What a mess.

Dean slowly somehow managed to get to his feet, swaying dangerously. He took your shoulders, shaking them lightly to get your attention which had wandered down to your bloody hands at some point.

“Com’ on. We got’a f’nd Sam.”

You weren’t sure what happened in the next few minutes, hours? But you vaguely remember Dean half-carrying you through the forest and you half-carrying him in return. Your feet were dragging and his were shaking and stumbling.

“I luv’ yu D’n…”

“I love you t’o, [Y/N]. I’m so s’ sor’y.”

“W’re idio’s aren’ wwe?”

Dean let out a small laugh and a tear ran down his filth-covered face.

“Yeah, we ar’ idiots.”

How you two managed to make it as far as you did was a miracle and eventually you saw Sam and Bobby running up the path towards you both. They were yelling and their faces were painted with fear, but you just clung to Dean and smiled weakly as they ran up to you.

Bobby and Sam managed to get you both into the back of Bobby’s beat up van because the two of you wouldn’t let go of each other and the Impala only had space for one body in the back.

Dean held you tightly in his arms, kissing the top of your head and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I lov’ yu. I lov’ yu. I lov’ yu…”

You could hear his heartbeat in your ear, getting slower and slower as the drive went on.

At one point you thought you heard Sam screaming to Bobby that Dean wouldn’t wake up and that you were barely conscious, but the black spots kept getting bigger and bigger and you felt yourself drifting away, piece by piece. The last thing you remembered was the stillness of Dean’s breath on your neck.

Then…

Nothing.

.

.

.

Beep. Beep. Beep

There was a throbbing in your head with each beep that reached your ears. Your body was slowly pulled to consciousness with the scent of antiseptic and blinding florescent lights.

Hospital.

Your eyes flited around the room, taking in the typical, standard-issue hospital room. Your eyes landed on Sam, hunched over in sleep, folded uncomfortably into a visitor’s chair. His face drawn and his hair was sticking out at odd angles. There was at least a four-days growth of beard on his face and he looked exhausted.

Then you felt someone shifting beside you in your bed. You looked over just in time to see two beautiful green eyes open sleepily and then freeze in shock.

“Dean?”

Dean’s eyes started watering and he began kissing your lips and nose and neck and all over face whispering, “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay. We’re okay.” Over and over and over.

You put you’re hand up on his cheek, stilling him instantly, and you smiled tiredly, all the memories of what happened filtering back into your brain. “We’re okay.”

Then Dean started sobbing.

You held him close to you, as tightly as the pain in your side would allow. Each of you taking comfort in one another’s prescence. There was so much pain and so much carnage from everything that had happened over the last few months.

But you were here.

And he was here.

And no matter what else happened, this right here, this was all that really mattered.

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You learned later that you had been in a coma for six days, Dean being well enough to be moved to your room after the first two. He had kept crawling out of his own bed to sleep in yours, much to the nurse’s frustration.

You had had to have surgery the moment they brought you into the ER, so Dean had been careful not to disturb your stitches. He had staid at your side the whole time, Sam told you later, and had never let go of your hand, even when he was getting his own treatment. Sam said Dean didn’t speak a word the whole week you were unconscious.

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A month after you had been released from the hospital, you were unpacking from a recent hunt. Pulling your dirty clothes out of your duffle and tossing them into a hamper across the room, you heard a knock at your door. Three quick raps.

“Come in.”

The door cracked open and Dean popped his head in the room. “Hey!”

“Hey dude. What’s up?”

Dean stepped fully into the room nervously picking at his flannel sleeve. His eyes darted around until they landed at his feet. “I uh, just wanted to say thank you, for uh, trusting me. On this hunt. I really appreciate it.”

You nodded slowly taking in Dean’s fidgeting. “Of course I trust you. I’m not going to make that mistake again.

Dean glanced up sharply and bit his lip, eyes wide. You had told him about the conversation you had overheard, how he hadn’t cheated, even drunk. You had never seen a man cry so hard, especially Dean.

“Hey, are we ever going to… I don’t know. Debrief? Talk about what happened? Are you even okay?”

“Course I’m okay…”

You let a little bit of fire burn in your eyes in frustration, “You tried to kill yourself Dean. You’re not okay. And I know part of its my fault, but… Dean… what was going through your head? I don’t understand.”

Dean sighed and sat down heavily on your bed, you quickly sitting beside him. “I don’t know. I just, couldn’t keep my head on straight, thinking I had cheated on you, messed up one of the few good things in my life. And then I was putting Sammy in danger on hunts and…I just…I was tired…everything hurt so bad without you.”

“Dean.” You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, wiping a stray tear from under his eye. “You have to promise me something. No matter what happens to me. No matter what happens to Sammy… you don’t give up. Okay? I know you don’t see all the good things I see when I look at you, but they’re there.”

You joined your other hand on his face as he tried to look away, pulling his face back to you, staring him right in the eye, forcing him to focus. “Listen to me. You bring so much light and joy into my life. You bring LIFE into my life. Every time I look at you I feel like I can breathe again. Like I’m home. You fill me, and complete me, and you shine through all the other darkness around me. You are my light, Dean Winchester. And any person that can affect another person like that, is someone who has a soul that should never be thrown away. So promise me… no matter what happens…live.

Dean’s eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face as he nodded silently. Then he grabbed your face and gently, oh so gently, pressed his lips into yours.

You felt like you were flying.

His lips were soft.

Like wisps of clouds on a sunny day.

You felt him tenderly lowering you onto your back on the bed, him moving to sit on top of you. He smiled down at you, his tears drying on his cheeks, and eyes shining like you had never seen them shine before. Even the most beautiful emerald couldn’t compare to those eyes in that moment.

And you could see it.

Shining in his eyes like a nearby star.

Love.

For you.

And you were sure your eyes were filled with the same for him.

That night would live on in your memory more vivid and more real then anything else, even more than that fight so long ago. It drowned out all the months of pain. All the weeks of awkwardness after the hospital.

All the mess.

You both had learned a lot. And you both knew you would fight again and hard times would come again. But that was okay. Because now you knew…

No matter what happened…

You two were soulmates, and nothing could tear you apart.

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart. Now and forever… I swear.”

The End.

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@supernatural13-13 @tftumblin @deans-baby-momma @deanwinchesterandpie @sasbb23 @itsjaybro16 @winchester-writes @mangueweaschester s @vicmc624

Let me know what you thought in the comments and if you want to be tagged in my next fic! (Not sure what it’ll be yet)

[vertigoambrosia]

i’ve beennn behid on wxw ad carat is in two weeks, soooo

let’s watch some digests

btw my n key is fuckig up and i’m over it so excuse major typos

road to 16 carat obertraublig or something

why does norman have the face of a child but the voice of a sexy man

norman flinchign every time julian makes a sudden movement is hilarious

do i hear a new english commentator? doesn’t sound like alan or jeremy graves

who is zachary cooper

ahhh that fall on the stage!

lol he literally falls into the ring

no but really sometimes wxw just assumes you know somebody and already care about them

hell yeah a promo for a new person!

he even has his own flag!

they’re really doing a lot with rotation and i like it - he might be a serious contender to win

i nneed him in a street fight at some point though; i will never get over kendo stick fury rotation

lmao the return of MY LAWYER

has wxw decided if levaniel is a face or heel? cause he was def originally heel, and hangs out with amale, but oberhausennn loves him adn he’s so stupid it’s loveable

it could go either way cause he can totally pull off a bo dallas type of cluelessnness

yeahhhh the massive boot! i definitely liked that finisher best

i’m still not really into jurn getting pushed, tbh :|

i will never get sick of heell ilja hating iterviews

green and blue? usually in english we say we’re gonan beat someone black ad blue - is it different in germany or did someone mistraslate or is ilja just being weird?

god i love ilja

i’m glad for rotatio but they had him be dead for wayyyy too logn

someoen should tell indie wrestling that if someone beats someone else 3/4 to death, it’s doesn’t feel real when the second person wins

andy is being such a nice dad lately

yooo cameraman take off autofocus

‘all this aggression’ what shitbois

juju turnn around!

hah oliver carter almost hit himself with that chair too

lol @ tas’ reaction to seeing andy on the apron

good for the german noodle bois