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narisjournal-blog · 4 years ago

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These Nights

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Chuck x Reader

Fluff

Words: 1685

Notes: This was a request from honestly years ago and I’m such an asshole for only just posting this - I’m so so sorry. I haven’t included the name or request as it was quite personal. You know who you are :) This is of course a soft, fluffy, loving Chuck from before The Twist in Supernatural.

Thanks for reading!

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Warm water cascaded over your hair and your shoulders, soaking you in a chaotic, relentless stream.

You had long finished your shower but still you stood unmoving in its grasp.

It was cold out there and dark. You held onto the reprieve a little longer.

You gave a heavy sigh.

‘I wish you would show your face,’ you said. ‘I wish... I need...’

you sighed again, shaking your head.

Standing up, you turned off the shower and stepped out.

You grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it round you, shivering.

Once in your pyjamas you sat heavily on your bed and towelled at your hair. You gave up quickly and curled up on your bed, letting the tears flow. All you could see behind tightly closed lids was his face. Those big blue eyes, both gentle and stern at the same time. Chuck- the god you never knew you needed.

What would he think of you now? You so desperately wanted to see him, but not like this. He would be so disappointed, you thought.

‘I wish I could be what you want me to be,’ you choked out.

You always intended to pray before bed; to check in, pay respects and show you were thankful. Like in the movies, knelt by your bed, peaceful and worthy.

But it never worked out like that. The more you thought about what you wanted to say, the more overwhelmed you became and realised he would never have the time to sit and listen to all of that.

You began to shiver, partly from your damp hair but mostly from the despair that was taking hold of you.

You felt the mattress dip and you gasped. Then you felt a warm hand on your back and his calm took over you.

You looked up into big blue eyes, full of concern.

‘Do you really believe that?’ Said Chuck softly. ‘That I don’t have time for you?’

‘It’s not... I mean... I’m just a giant waste of your time. I’m sorry,’ you cringed.

‘Please,’ He said. ‘Don’t ever apologise for existing.’ Chuck gave your arm a squeeze. ‘And no, you’re not.’

You wiped your eyes and sat up.

‘You have far more important things and I’ve dragged you here.’

‘With all due respect, y/n, you don’t get to tell me how to spend my time.’

You couldn’t look in his eyes long. They broke you. There was so much love that you just couldn’t handle.

Your shame made you wish you were alone again.

‘But you don’t really want me to leave, do you?’ He stated softly.

You continued looking down at the bed.

After an abnormally long silence you gave the smallest shake of your head and sighed.

‘Is there anything you want to talk about?’ He said, hand resting on your back just below your damp hair.

You shrugged and stuttered. ‘I ... there’s...’

So much, you thought. But I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around it.

You knew he could hear you.

You know what, sometimes I’m just so tired of trying to figure this all out or having to figure out what I mean or where I belong. Sometimes I need you to just tell me! Sometimes I need...

‘Sometimes words are hard. I understand.’

You held your forehead in your hands, as if in some desperate attempt to hide your face. The man was infuriating. You wanted to scream at him, but all you could do was huff out a breath. He could feel you shaking by now.

‘But you know sometimes the best way to figure things out and understand your needs is to talk. Even if it seems stupid or redundant to you in this moment.’

‘You’re God,’ you almost whispered. ‘You know everything. It is redundant.’

This is why you were better alone. You drew your knees up to your chest and buried your face in your arms.

‘Look you can just go,’ you mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’

He obviously knew what you were going through but was choosing not to help and you felt embarrassed you had even thought about bringing him here.

After a long silence you realised his hand had not moved from your back.

‘I’m not going anywhere.’

You lifted your head and chanced a glance sideways at him. Your gaze was met by the brightest blue and a rush of warmth and love flooded you again. You looked away.

‘Ok, here’s a deal. You tell me about one thing that’s on your mind and then no more talking, I promise. Deal?’

You sighed heavily. You spoke as the words formed in your mind, slowly and broken up.

‘I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I feel like...’ you swallowed the lump In Your throat but it didn’t stop your voice from cracking.

‘I feel like I’m not ... not good enough at anything... like I just...’ your voice dropped to a whisper. ‘Take up space.’

Chuck rested his head against yours and pulled you into him closer with a sigh.

He kissed the top of your head and pulled back, brushing hair from your face. His eyes connected with yours and you felt a weight lift of your chest before he had even spoken.

‘Y/N, you matter so much to me. I created you and I have no regrets. I am proud of you every single day because of how strong you are.’

You looked away. ‘I’m not.’

‘Don’t argue with me,’ he said, his voice firm and authoritative now.

Your head whipped back up, surprised by his tone.

Piercing blue charged right through to your soul when he looked into your eyes now.

‘You are strong,’ he affirmed. ‘Strong doesn’t feel easy. You’re stronger than you know.’

Tears began to spill once more, but this time it felt like freedom. For that moment as he held you, you felt truly safe. Loved.

He continued. ‘It might not be clear now. You feel a little lost, I can see that. Trust me. I’ve got you, and you have so much purpose.’

Your shoulders shook as you cried, and he squeezed you once more. Without speaking, he helped you dry your hair, holding you when you shivered.

‘Can you make it warmer?’ you whispered, teeth chattering. He chuckled, pulling the bedcovers back and helping you into bed.

You lay down, curled up on your side and felt Chuck’s warmth move through you as he lay next to you.

You didn’t need to say anything else. You just lay there, allowing yourself to feel safe and relaxing fully for the first time in maybe years. Chuck stroked your hair and said softly, ‘You haven’t been sleeping too good.’

His hand rested on your forehead and you felt a peace radiate from his palm.

‘Goodnight,’ he whispered as you felt your eyelids close and the calm of sleep envelope you.

It was already light when you woke, which hadn’t happened for a very long time. Your cheeks flushed with warmth and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Your mind slowly uncoiled itself and you rolled onto your back to find the bedsheets beside you cold. He was gone. Of course he was gone.

Had he really meant all those things, or was he just trying to get some peace away from your spiralling thoughts?

You breathed in deeply, trying not to let your mind poison the calm you had felt with him and – was that cinnamon you smelled? You sat up. It was definitely cinnamon. Sweet cinnamon, and you could hear music. No, singing. You could hear singing.

Pulling a hoodie on, you stood up and made your way downstairs towards the sound.

And there in your kitchen, pulling something out of the oven and humming to himself, was Chuck.

He turned as you entered and beamed. ‘Right on time,’ he said.

‘Did you make cinnamon buns?’

‘I know how much you love them, but never have the energy to make them.’ He placed the tray down on the heat proof mat on the side. Mixing bowls lay strewn clumsily about the sink. Of all the thoughts you could have had in that moment, you honestly wondered if God was going to wash the dishes.

‘You’ve made a mess,’ you added, nodding in that direction.

Chuck raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.

‘I mean… Thank you,’ you garbled. ‘I- thank you. I love them.’ You surveyed the kitchen once again.

‘But couldn’t you just, you know…’ you pointed your finger, indicating using his powers.

‘Ah, that’s no fun,’ he shrugged.

Chuck leaned across to the cafetiere you had forgotten you had and pushed the top down.

‘I thought you’d have gone. I was expecting you to be gone when I woke up.’

Chuck smiled again. ‘I’m never really gone, you know,’ he said. He poured coffee into a mug and handed it to you, the heat sharp against your palm. ‘I’m always here. Next time you taste coffee, remember this moment.’

You sipped the strong liquid and savoured the taste.

‘Next time you lie in bed feeling alone, remember me there next to you.’

‘Next time I wash the dishes, I’ll remember when you used my kitchen,’ you said with a smirk.

‘Next time you taste a cinnamon bun’- you cut him off.

‘I get the idea, Chuck. So are those ready to eat, or what?’

He chuckled as he divided them onto plates and guided you over to the kitchen table.

And for the first time in forever, the day ahead was filled with hope and the promise that you were not doing this alone.

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idreamofhazeleyes · 5 months ago

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The same scene as "Lost". Originall the idea/scene was in Dean's POV. This is Dean's pov of the same scene.

15x20

Dean’s POV

I rushed through the halls, mind narrowed on finding Jody. She had called saying that Aeryn had stumbled into the hospital in a state worse than she’s ever seen. Sam’s voice was distant behind me as I turned the corner. Jody stood there talking with Alex.

“Jody, Alex,” I greeted as I stepped up to them.

“Oh, thank God,” Jody breathed as she came in for a hug.

I accepted the hug, feeling the tension in her slip a little. Something definitely wasn’t right if she went right for the hug. “What is it? How bad is she?”

“A patrol found her shuffling down the side of the road covered in blood and in real bad shape. Her hip was dislocated, a serious back injury that came really damn close to a permanent spinal injury. Alex…” Jody glanced to the other nurse at the station and gestured me away. “Alex said something Aeryn putting two fingers to her neck. Like a bite.”

My mind snapped to one thing. Vampire. It made sense as it was the case Aeryn had gone to work on solo. “Can I see her?”

Jody nodded and led the way to the room Aeryn was in.

She was curled up on the bed dressed in a hospital gown, covered by a blanket. An IV line linked her to a saline bag. The blood had been washed away but the wounds remained. Of all the times we’ve been beaten and wounded, I’ve never seen her like this. Sure we had bad cases that set us back. Not like this.

I stepped over to her, lightly touching her leg. Aeryn snapped into motion away from the touch, half curled in fear at the head of the bed. Time passed slowly until she seemed to realize I stood there.

“Dean?” Her voice was low, as if she still didn’t believe her eyes. She started to move to sit up.

“Yes, love.” I moved to her side as she moved slowly. Her face contorted in pain. I wanted to take it from her. I couldn’t. “Lay down, I’m here.”

I gave her a light hug before helping her to lay down and adjusted the blanket. My arm reached for the lone chair in the room and pulled it over to sit beside her.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” I apologized. “I should have …”

“It was a simple case that turned sideways,” Aeryn said. “When do we ever get lucky on big cases?”

Her face contorted in pain followed by a whimper. My body moved from the chair as panic flooded my mind. “Aeryn, what is it? Aeryn?”

A light throat clearing cough came from partially behind me. A look showed the doctor standing there with a tablet in hand.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he started. “We got the blood test results back. Everything looks good. Though something came up. Is there any possibility that you are, or were, pregnant?”

My mind froze. Aeryn had gone on the case while pregnant. I did my best to figure out the time line and she must have gotten pregnant a month or so ago.

“I’ll prescribe some pain medicine and advise rest for the next several days,” the doctor said. “I’ll be back soon with the discharge papers.”

My hand reached for hers even as she buried her face in the pillow. Every little conversation and what if scenario in the weeks before the case made sense. She knew even if there hadn’t been any actual sign. Death had said she was able to sense every human. Even those in the womb.

“Hey. Hey. Hey.” I adjusted so I was able to give a gentle kiss on a cheek. “It’s alright. We’ll get you back to the Bunker and ...” I stopped when her head shook.

“I wanna go to Jody’s.”

“Jody’s?”

Footsteps came and the curtain moved before Jody peered in. “Everything okay?”

“Is it okay if we crash at your place for a while?” I asked.

“You don’t ... Sure. We’ll head there when Aeryn’s discharged.” She disappeared as Sam appeared with a duffel bag.

“Clothes for Aeryn,” he said, setting the bag on the bed. “Sorry, Aeryn. It's some of our things.”

“S’okay,” she said, voice low. “Thanks, Sam.”

He lingered for a few seconds before ducking out. The doctor came in with the discharge papers and gave instructions for general care and follow ups with her general practitioner. He left and I started pulling out the clothes, finding it was my sweats, a change of boxers, and an old tee shirt.

Aeryn had eased herself into a sitting position and I helped shed the gown; seeing the gauze over half of her back. My hands brushed against the skin around it, gaining a hiss from her. She moved to attempt to get the boxers on, stopping at her knees. It was a team effort with the sweat pants. My hands held onto her while she stood there for a moment until she was comfortable on her feet. Tee shirt on as carefully as possible, we left the room behind, empty duffel bag in hand. Aeryn stepped in close, her arm wrapped with mine. Maybe it was time to step back from hunting.

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super-not-naturall · 7 years ago

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Thank you so much, love! You’re always so sweet to me!

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winchesterprincessbride · 8 years ago

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Political Animals-Part 11

This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don��t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

Our lives became very difficult after the press found out about Sam and me. The paparazzi hounded us everywhere we went. Just as Sam had predicted, the election ceased being about our parents and we suddenly became the topic of conversation.

Of course, my mother used the free publicity to her advantage. She released a statement saying she was totally devastated that her dearest daughter had allowed herself to be taken advantage of by such an unscrupulous Alpha as Sam Winchester. And that she hid my Omega status for my protection.

“This is complete and utter bullshit.” I snapped, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. “I’ve never been her dearest anything, and she hid my being an Omega because those PR assholes told her to.”

“You need to calm down, Babe. All this stress isn’t good for you or the babies.” Sam said gently, his large hand caressing my belly.

I had been forced to take a leave of absence from the gallery. As soon as I started to show, the press was everywhere. Julian, my friend who owned the gallery felt awful about it, but I understood.

John was constantly being asked questions about our relationship, and he always gave the same answer. “My son is an adult. His relationship has nothing to do with my campaign. Moving on…..”

One extremely stupid reporter had tried to ambush/interview Dean at the garage, and Dean went nuclear on him. He won’t be making that mistake again.They had even shown up at Cas and Meg’s house, and Cas’ practice, and scared a bunch of his young patients. I felt terrible.

Sam’s firm has been forced to hire outside security to keep people out. Lucky for us Sam is one of the firm’s top earners so they haven’t even complained about the expense.

With the complete uproar in our lives, I had stuffed the envelope of pictures and the creepy note in a drawer and totally forgotten to mention it to Sam, he already had enough stuff to deal with. I thought maybe they were from the same person who had tried to blackmail my mother and John. But then he sent another even creepier package, and Sam got to it first.

I was making dinner and Sam was going through the week’s accumulated mail when I heard his sharp intake of breath and then he cursed.

“Do you want to tell me just what the fuck this is, Omega?”

Sam rarely used that tone with me, so I knew he meant business. I immediately turned the chicken off and moved it to the back burner. I dried my hands on a towel and joined him at the table. He had opened a manilla envelope that was mixed in with stuff from his office.

It was a strange mix of items. This time the folded piece of paper read: YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE.

As I flipped through each item, the tight feeling in my chest got worse. There was a picture of me as a child swinging at the playground in Central Park. My father had been pushing me, but my father’s image had been burned from the picture.

Sam’s long fingers moved over the faded newspaper article. It was from the New York Times heralding my mother’s first artificial heart transplant while she was teaching at NYU. She was pictured with some of her surgical team. Over my mother’s image was written LYING WHORE.

I felt sick when I saw the pamphlet from one of my shows at the gallery. On the back under my mini-biography was written my birth date, underlined several times. There was also one of our professionally-done family Christmas cards this one during my awkward adolescence, complete with glasses and braces, but my father’s face had been gouged out with something sharp.

“I need to show you something, Sam. I’ll be right back.”

Sam raised his eyebrow when I handed him the other envelope. I saw his jaw clench when he got to the pictures of us together, and I knew he was trying to stay calm.

“Before you start yelling, this came the day the press showed up on our doorstep. I thought it was someone trying to blackmail us so I blew it off.” I said defensively.

Sam scrubbed his hand over his face. He suddenly looked very tired and very worried. “We need to show this stuff to my Dad, Y/N. I want to see what he thinks. In the meantime, I don’t want you to go anywhere alone. I think you have a stalker.” He stood behind me and put his arms around me. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

“I’m supposed to have lunch with Cas tomorrow. What should I do?“

“I’m gonna call your brother and bring him up to speed on what’s going on. Then I’m going to call my Dad. I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He gathered everything and took it with him, closing the door behind him.

By the time Sam was finished I had dinner ready and waiting. “Cas will pick you up here and bring you back afterward. We are having dinner with Dad and Dean tomorrow to discuss this, okay?”

That night Sam held me close and rubbed my already-swelling belly. “So what kind of wedding do you think you want? Something big and fancy?”

“No! I’ve had enough big and fancy crap with my mother to last me a lifetime. I think I’d like just us. And maybe your Dad, Dean, and Cas. And a party later when I am not so rotund.”

Sam tucked his head into the curve of my neck where he had marked me. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. ” You are beautiful, ‘mega. My Dad is golf buddies with the Mayor. Did you know he can marry people? And by the way…. Your belly full of my pups is just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.“ He growled, his voice doing all kinds of things to me.

“So you want to marry me now before I need a crane to get me out of bed, is that what your telling me?” I teased, pressing my lips to his.

“Woman, if you had any idea how freaking amazing you smell when you are pregnant……” Sam groaned.

“I bet I taste even better,” I whispered seductively.

Later Sam agreed I did.

The next day, a solemn Cas came to get me for lunch. I could tell he was worried. “Sam told me about the stuff in the mail.” He said once we were in the car. “Why would anyone target you specifically?” He asked me.

“I haven’t told Sam this yet, but I think it has something to do with Mom.”

Cas was concentrating on driving, but I could tell he was surprised. “Mom? Why do you say that, Y/N?”

I took a deep breath. “There is something I haven’t told you, Castiel.”

He guided the car to the side of the road and stopped. “You’re making me nervous. You only call me Castiel when you’re in trouble.”

“Remember the day Mom and I had our last big fight?” I asked.

“How could I forget? My ears are still ringing.” He joked.

“Mom told me that day that Charles Novak wasn’t my real father. That she’d had an affair with one of her med students when she was at NYU. Dad found out and threatened her with never seeing you again if she didn’t break it off, so she told me anyway.

Cas was silent for a long moment. “Do you believe her?” He asked.

“I don’t know. She told me he died a year later. But Mom said the reason she hates me is that every time she looks at me I remind her of what she gave up. She also lied to me about my trust, Cas She never had control over it, Dad made sure of that. I had full control when I turned 21.”

Cas looked shocked. “I don’t know what to say. She always told me she controlled your trust. I never questioned her.”

“There isn’t anything TO say. I don’t think she and I can come back from this. Not this time. I just needed you to understand why.” A tear slipped unbidden down my cheek.

He nodded solemnly. “I do, Sis. I am so sorry for everything she has put you through.”

After lunch, Cas drove me home and deposited me in Sam’s arms. “Please keep me informed.” He said to Sam before leaving. Sam promised he would.

Lunch with Cas had tired me out, so I took a nap before we went over to John’s. It was rare that he had a night off from campaigning, and I felt bad that he had to entertain us. Jo wasn’t able to be there until later so it was just me and the three Winchester men.

John promised to speak to the Mayor during their Friday golf game about marrying us before he effortlessly slipped back into detective mode. “Is there anyone you can think of who would have a grudge against you, Y/N?” he asked me.

“What? No!” I said adamantly.

“It seems like this person wants her to know he can get to her no matter what,” Dean commented, flipping through the pictures.

“So the envelope of pictures came first?” John asked.

“Yes, but I saw it second because Y/N didn’t tell me about it until later,” Sam commented.

“And this other stuff, what is the connecting thread?” John asked out loud.

I turned to Sam. “I think this has to do with my mother, Sam.”

“Why do you say that, Y/N?” Dean asked.

“My Mom told me recently that Charles Novak wasn’t my real father. I didn’t believe her, I still don’t know if I do, but I think this person is someone from my mother’s past.”

I told them word for word everything my Mom had told me. “I don’t know if any of it is true. My mother consistently lies to me.”

Jo breezed in at that moment from work, all smiles and full of excited chatter at my rounded belly. I needed to talk about something else for a while so I turned to Sam. “Your pups want gelato! Can we walk down to Caruso’s and get some?”

Jo clapped her hands happily. There is a boutique on the way that has the cutest baby stuff! Let’s go look!”

John begged off, saying he had work to do, so the four of us went. Dean was more interested in the gelato than the baby stuff, but he was being a good boyfriend. He casually mentioned he hoped he had two boys so he could teach them about cars and be the “cool uncle”.

The boutique had some really neat things. In the back of the store was a race car bed, and Dean began arguing with Sam over why his son needed a race-car bed. Jo went back to intervene.

I was toward the front of the store looking at a hand-painted piggy bank when I felt a chill down my spine and I looked up. There standing on the curb was a man in a black coat. His eyes were slightly manic. He held up a sign. It said in block letters THEY HAVE BEEN KEEPING ME FROM YOU. Then he turned and crossed the street, disappearing into the throng of people.

“No, wait!” I yelled.

I dropped the bank I was holding and bolted for the door, desperate to catch up with the guy with the sign. It was him. I just knew it! The bank shattered on impact but I kept going.

Sam was already moving in my direction as soon as I spoke, Dean a second later. Jo threw some money at the cashier for the bank. I could just catch a glimpse of the man hurrying through the crowd on the other side of the street. I quickly stepped off the curb and dashed in the street to try and catch him.

I was so intent on not losing sight of the man I never even saw the car. The last thing I heard was Sam scream my name, “Y/N look out!” Then I felt a jolt and pain and everything went black.

Part 12

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mrswhozeewhatsis · 6 years ago

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2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project (feat. The Station Breaks)

This project is finished!!!

See the completed book online HERE.

Rob was sweet, as always, and very sad to hear we won’t be doing any more of these. He said he’s enjoyed reading them, but he understands not being able to keep churning them out. Even though we can’t do more, I’m proud of us!!

Rules for the project, as well as links to the original posts for all of the stories and art, are under the cut!

If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)

Here’s the schedule:

6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)

9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.

9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.

This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.

Here are the rules (below the cut):

Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.

Artists: - You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. - If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work. - SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know! - When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page. - You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to. - I would love some original cover art! If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

Writers: - Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. - Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing. - Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis. - You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year. In honor of their album, Splitting the Seams, if you would like to rework an old story, or write a new story based on a song you have previously written for, go for it! These stories will be in a separate section of the book, and the introduction to each one will reference your previous story. - Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.) - You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words. - Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can. - Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.) - If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it! - I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!

Everyone: - If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the last three (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.

And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.

As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!

Able-Legged Heroes

Make Believe Starin’ at the Middle Paper, Plastic Head Check Grandma’s Song Yeah, Well St. Louis When I’m Gone - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) Three Car Garage In Like Finn Undergrad Prom

Overachiever

Cast Off Neurosis Codependent Only Lyin’ Overachiever Uncle Bob Blank Card No Hero Boy In Need

Suit And Tie

Suit And Tie Operator Gina Knows Blind A Lot To Learn Rock Song - @waywardnerd67 (fic and art) Rockit Real Life Long Way St. Louis Walk It Off Homesick

A Brand New Hurt

Better All I Need Pop Tart Heart Kind Of Guy Downtown Letdown Mrs. Vance Election Day Silverspoon Holiday Ready Steady Alright Medicated Something To Say - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) Wasted Afternoon

Help You (single)

Help You

Eskimo

Like the Heart Goes Eskimo Carpool Lane CA Nation Cigarette Mamma’s Jam Worlds Collide - @writingfromkitchenator (fic and art) She Waits - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (fic) @alaskanartist (art) January Gamma Ray Be Me Wave Past Perfect

Sky Alive

Reunion - @impala-dreamer (fic and art) Lucky Cool if I Come Over Hot Times Big One Fifteen Hey Darlin Bandaged Hand Crooked Wheel Trigger Finger Honey Bee - @atc74 (fic and art) Angela -

No Time Like The Present

Present Time Change The Locks Amazing Taxi Driver Over Before It Began Leg Up Roll Me Over Fair This Is How - @mrswhozeewhatsis (fic) @impala-dreamer (art) Night Light Juliet Numb

Splitting The Seams

Another Fool - @impala-dreamer (fic and art) Too Far Away

The Station Breaks

Slightest Thing Gone The Rest Free - @andromytta (fic) @winchestergirl-13 (art) They Ain’t You Just Walk Away Stowaway Not Giving My Heart Away - @mandilion76 (fic and art) Old Neighborhood Autumn Back

Cover art by @alaskanartist

Tagging past participants and possibly interesting people: @a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @i-cant-believe-its-not-satan @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @narrettwist @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer

#incoherent babbling by mrswhozeewhatsis #2019 louden swain fanfic fanart project #louden swain #rob benedict #stephen norton #mike borja #billy moran #Jason Manns

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natasha-cole · 5 years ago

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Worlds Collide Chapter 28

Summary: Reader and Billy take some time to enjoy their new engagement privately.

Word Count: 1821

Warnings: just fluffiness

Notes: Just a short little chapter to follow up on that proposal.

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It took you a few minutes to comprehend the fact that Billy had actually accepted your proposal. He hadn’t said no, he wasn’t emasculated because you had been the one to ask, and he wasn’t running away from you just yet.

Instead, he was watching you adoringly, seemingly amused by your state of shock now that his has worn off in the aftermath of your sudden question.

Honestly, you didn’t really know how to react because you didn’t even plan any of that out. It had all been so spur of the moment, you just acting on a feeling without having thought through it first.

“Did you get me a ring at least?” He asked, trying to make light of the situation when he realized you were speechless.

“Uh, no…”

You felt your face heat up, embarrassed that you just acted in the moment without really planning things. He deserved better than this, but he had still said yes.

“I guess I’ll let it slide,” he grinned.

“Did you- did you really just say yes?” You asked finally.

“I did. Please don’t tell me that you were just joking when you asked, because I’m going to be really embarrassed if that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” you assured him. “I just- asked without really thinking about it… I thought for sure you’d laugh at me.”

“So, you don’t want to marry me?” He asked.

He looked almost hurt as he tried to piece together what had just happened and why.

“That’s not what I mean,” you said quickly. “I mean, I did ask… and I meant that part. I just- I was thinking it and didn’t realize I’d ask it out loud. I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“Hey, the love of my life asks me to marry her, I’m gonna say yes,” he smiled.

“You’re really not embarrassed that I asked you?”

“Not at all. If you hadn’t asked me, then I’d have to ask you and I’ve been a mess for months thinking of a way to do it.”

“You were gonna ask me?”

“The thought crossed my mind,” he answered. “I just didn’t know if you were ready for that.”

“And you think I’m ready for marriage just because I asked you first?” You laughed. “I don’t know what I’m doing half the time. Seriously, it just came to me and I blurted it out without even asking myself if I was ready for it… without asking you if you were ready for it.”

“We’re ready,” he replied, taking your hand in his again to reassure you.

“How do you know?”

“I just- have a feeling about us,” he said with a grin.

You decided not to argue about this one. Sure, you had surprised even yourself with asking him to marry you, but he seemed thrilled about it anyway.

You still had a long way to go when it came to bettering yourself and handling emotions, but at least in this one moment, you actually felt good about your sudden decision to go ahead and spend the rest of your life with this man. Some things were just okay as they were and didn’t require questioning and reconsideration. This moment was your first chance at really making a big life-changing decision without worrying what anyone else had to say about it.

You no longer had a publicist who was trying to separate you and Billy. You no longer had your mother constantly telling you that you didn’t deserve love. All you had was the man that you loved and even if your marriage proposal was unplanned and probably crazy, it was at least your decision to make. Something about that made you feel more free than you ever had before.

Neither of you said anything else about the proposal for the rest of the day. It was sort of exciting to have this little secret for yourselves, just like when you first started dating in secret. Only this time, it wasn’t because you worried about what everyone else would think or say about it, but because it was your moment together that you wanted to keep between you at least for the day.

The two of you stole knowing glances through the last few hours of the day, excited that you were taking this step together. Honestly, you were surprised that no one else had noticed your little display in the green room when you proposed. But, you were just fine with keeping it to yourselves for a while longer.

When the day finished up, you and Billy turned down invitations to join everyone else for dinner that evening. Most of the group would be gearing up for karaoke later, and you knew the remaining friends would definitely insist on drinks after dinner.

The two of you managed to get out of the expected hangout time without much of a fight from anyone, and found a quiet place to sit and have dinner together. It was unusual for the two of you to have much alone time during conventions, but both of you decided you would insist on at least this one night considering the events of the day.

It may have been an unplanned and unexpected proposal that wasn’t at all traditional, but you were both quite serious about it. The least you could do for the other was take a moment to just be together.

After dinner and drinks, you and Billy walked hand-in-hand back to your hotel, smiling the entire way and basking in the idea of being engaged to each other. You talked a lot about it during dinner and maybe even already discussed possible dates.

More importantly, the two of you were able to talk about something as serious as setting a date without you freaking out. Normally, the finality and seriousness of something like marriage scared you. Normally, you wouldn’t even believe that anyone could love you enough to even consider being this serious with you. Over time, those insecurities had faded mostly. The idea of spending your life with Billy didn’t scare you at all. That’s how you knew you were making the right decision.

***

When you stepped into your hotel room, you immediately kicked off your heels and sat on the bed. You watched as Billy discarded his jacket, taking just a moment to admire how perfect he was. Not only was he seriously the sweetest and most amazing man you had ever known, he was certainly easy on the eyes.

Just looking at him never failed to turn you into a lovesick mess. You realized then that he deserved a lot better than what you had given him in terms of a marriage proposal. Just as he thought you deserved the world, you thought the same about him. You wished that you could go back just a bit to perhaps plan that whole thing better. You felt sort of empowered that you had been the one to propose, so there was no way you’d want to take that back; but you could have at least tried a little harder.

“I’m sorry that proposal was… the way it was,” you said as you watched him from the bed.

“Sorry?”

“I mean, it wasn’t even romantic,” you laughed. “I just blurted it out in the greenroom during downtime. I mean, you would’ve gone all out, right? You would have come up with this huge romantic display and gotten down on one knee and had a ring and everything.”

“How do you know I would’ve done all that?”

“Because that’s the type of guy you are,” you reminded him. “Disgustingly romantic. I, on the other hand, don’t know how to be romantic.”

“You said some pretty romantic stuff,” he responded, defending your proposal. “I also think it’s really cool that you were the one to ask me, by the way. Everyone expects the guy to propose, and I really dig the fact that you are such a rebel now.”

“I’m hardly a rebel,” you said as you rolled your eyes at him. “Honestly. I don’t know what to do next. Do I really need to get you a ring since I asked? I don’t think I can afford an engagement ring right now… are you a princess cut kind of guy? It’s like I don’t even know you.”

“No engagement ring for me,” he laughed. “And honestly, we can do whatever we want. It’s our engagement and no one gets to tell us what to do. We make our own rules.”

“Because we’re rebels?” You asked.

“Yeah. We’re… untraditional. I can get you a ring though. You know, to make it official.”

“Wouldn’t that defeat the entire purpose of me being the one to propose?”

“Are you saying that you don’t want a ring?” He asked.

“Well… I didn’t really say that…”

“Then I’ll get you a ring,” he smiled.

“Now I just feel bad,” you sighed as you plopped down on the bed. “It was my idea and I didn’t even get anything for you.”

“Hey, I’m just really glad you’re the one who did all the real work,” he said as he laid down next to you. “Seriously.”

“Still, it would have been nicer if I gave you something to seal the deal.”

He hummed in response, moving closer to you so that he could kiss you. He nuzzled against your neck, placing soft kisses against your skin, instantly teasing you. He knew this move made you weak and he often used it to his advantage.

“All I need is you,” he said. “It’s all I’ve ever needed.”

“Now I feel worse because I didn’t turn down the idea of you buying me a ring,” you replied.

He shifted then, pushing himself up so that he could maneuver himself over you. He crashed his lips against yours and you grasped onto his waist, trying to pull him closer to you.

“Well,” he breathed out as he reached down to pull your shirt up, taking a moment to touch your skin.

Your breath hitched and you watched him intently, wanting him more than ever right now.

“You could tell me that a ring isn’t necessary,” he continued. “You could tell me that since we’re doing things sort of untraditionally, maybe we shouldn’t do rings at all.”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, biting your lip as his hand wandered farther up your shirt, stopping just below your breast. “But, I really want a diamond.”

This made him laugh out loud and you followed suit. He nodded in response, understanding the fact that you were sort of joking in the moment, but actually quite serious about the ring.

“Okay,” he agreed as he made eye contact. “Whatever you want.”

“Hmm,” you smiled as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to pull him back to you. “Right now, I just want you.”

“Like I said, whatever you want.”

***

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#worlds collide #billy moran x reader #billy moran rpf #louden swain rpf

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dancingalone21 · 6 years ago

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Halloween Recommendation Fics!!!

Dean

A Halloween Song @whispersandwhiskerburn

An All Hallows’ Haunting @whispersandwhiskerburn

Apple Pie & Corn Mazes @luci-in-trenchcoats

Average For A Day @because-imma-lady-assface

Beetlejuice @a-winchester-fairytale

Bloody Mistake @winchester-writes

Casual And Comfortable @jayankles

Cobwebs @justme-noonebutme

Clown @not-moose-one-shots

Date Night @docharleythegeekqueen

Doctor Sexy @jaredpadasexyy

Don’t Mess With My Baby @revwinchester

Eat Your Heart Out, Buffy @frenchybell

Full Moon @winchestersgirl92

Ghostbusters @supernatural508

Halloween Baking @themadcaitlin

Halloweenie @queen-of-deans-booty

Happy Halloween @wayward-dean-girl

Happy Hunter Day @ravengirl94

Haunted @iwantthedean

It’s Halloween! @sugarlips-jensen

Love Bites @crispychrissy-blog

My Fangs Are Coming Loose @make-me-imagine

Nightmares @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Rosie @flyonlittlewinchester

Super High @ericaprice2008

The Halloween Party @coffee-obsessed-writer

Waltz No. 2 @impalapossible

Wendigo @geeks-universe

What Do You Want? @impalapossible

You’re Cute @luci-in-trenchcoats

Demon!Dean

An Angel, A Demon and The Impala @sweethomelebanon

Arrest Me? @gone-to-fight-the-fairies

Heaven And Hell @evansrogerskitten

I Can Be Scary Too @ruined-by-destiel

Marked @deansleather

Sam

A Bit Too Real... @roxyspearing

Autumn Festival @winchestergirl-13

Book Fairy @impalapossible

Halloween Bunker @tattooed-on-my-wayward-soul

Halloween Fun @csigirl3137

It’s The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester @zepppie

Lost @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel

Mine @crispychrissy-blog

New Life @dancingalone21

Pumpkin Carving @spn-fan-girl-173

Pumpkin Pieces @impalapossible

Pumpkins @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

Spice Sweetheart @saveyourblood

Ugly Sweaters @make-me-imagine

Wake Up, Sammy @hannahindie

Wasted @dancingalone21

Jensen

A Halloween Surprise! @kittycat-cas

Costumes @the--blackdahlia

Dressing Up @angelkurenai

Halloween @iwriteaboutdean

Hayrides And Pickup Lines @arazialotis

Jokes On You @dancingalone21

Party Favors @sleepywinchester

Party Guy @luci-in-trenchcoats

She’s Mine @dancingalone21

Smudged @impalaimagining

No Pairing

Cursed Hands @zummar

Heroes @grace-for-sale

Not All Ghosts Are Evil @sillesworldofwriting

The Nightmare @plaidstiel-wormstache

The Nightmare Before Supernatural @plaidstiel-wormstache

#supernatural #supernatural au #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester au #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester au #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jared padalecki x reader #halloween #demon!dean #spn

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itsfunnierin-enochian · 6 years ago

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Not The One

Characters: Rob Benedict x Reader; Rob Benedict x Joanne (OFC); Julie (OFC).

Written By: @gettingbywithalittlehelp96 & @itsfunnierin-enochian

Summary: Your friend asks your help for a gift and you, perhaps, get something far too special for a simple birthday gift.

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Chapter 6 After that night you shared with Rob you couldn't stop thinking about him. It was like that was the last thing you needed. The last drop of...love. Yes, you were in love with Rob and even though you tried to deny it to yourself, it wasn't possible.

You also felt like the worst friend ever, what kind of person falls in love with her best friend's boyfriend? That wasn't okay. You didn’t feel okay, and trying to keep the distance only seemed to make it harder.

He was so smart, so sweet and funny, and it was very hard to find a man that was decent like that. None of the guys you had met in your life were anything close to Rob, and neither were the guys Jo met. He was unique, in his own way, and he had this relaxing effect on you that was hard to describe.

For the next couple of days, Rob was there all the time. He had even started talking to you more. Jo, naturally, thought it was “wonderful” that you were finally getting along, but the reality was that every second you spent in Rob’s presence became harder and harder for you. Finally the day came that Rob said he wasn’t able to make it over and just as you had gotten your hopes up that you would have a break from thinking about him, Jo happened.

“Y/N, Y/N, you have to help me," she pleaded.

She didn’t even knock. She just burst right in, plopping down dramatically on the edge of your bed, where you had been laying and reading a book.

You hated helping Jo. Most of the time she wanted help with her boy troubles and it was impossible to find a solution to those. That is if there was a real problem.

“What is it Jo?” you sighed, closing your book and setting it on the nightstand.

“I need help with Rob. It’s his birthday and I think I should probably get him something.”

“Probably? Is it even a question of whether or not you should get your great boyfriend a gift for his birthday?” you thought to yourself.

“It’s just he’s so weird when it comes to his interests and stuff,” she continued with a pout.

Weird? Rob was probably one of the simplest men you've ever met in your life and that was only after talking with him briefly. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were, but the moment she said something, you had immediately thought of at least five things to get him. You couldn’t tell her that, however, so you acted like you were uninterested.

“Okay, but why don't you just buy him something yourself? He's gonna like whatever you give him.”

“Actually I’m not going to have time tomorrow to go shopping and since i know how much you enjoy the shopping thing...” Trailing off she gave you a big smile like she always did when she wanted you to do her a favour.

“Really?” you scoffed. “You think I have the time to go buy your boyfriend a birthday gift?”

Though you were acting bothered, you really were looking forward to shopping for him.

“Yes, because I know you have the day off tomorrow,” Jo answered. “Come on y/n, please?”

“Oh alright, but I don't want you to complain, you hear me? You will accept whatever I get.”

“Yes, yes! Thank you!”

She kissed your cheek and hugged you so tight, and for a moment you felt guilty for liking Rob in the first place, but you couldn't fight it anymore. It was enough that you had to live with it.

The next morning you woke up early, had breakfast and went straight to the record store downtown. It was the only record store left in the city, and because of that you knew it would have exactly what you were looking for. You were sure Rob had to know about the place, but the whole time you shopped you couldn’t stop thinking about how maybe one day, you and Rob would be able to go there together.

Half an hour later you finally found the three Pearl Jam vinyls you were looking for and after allowing yourself to feel excited about it, remembered that the gift was going to have Jo's name on the package, not yours. But well, at least you got to know how special this would be for Rob.

The icing on top of the cake was that you knew Julie had contact with a couple of people, close to Pearl Jam, and in forty minutes you got the news that she was getting one of the vinyls signed. She asked why you needed it so bad and why you needed it so soon, but since you really couldn’t let anyone know how you had a massive crush on your friend's boyfriend, you just said it was for you.

By that evening you had arrived back at your apartment from Julie’s with the signed vinyl, along with two others, wrapped in a box with a blue bow, and when Jo walked in and saw the contents on your lap she gave you a big smile.

“Oh my, what is that?” she asked walking over and sitting down next to you.

“That,” you said pointing to the box. “That is your gift for Rob.”

Taking it from you, she briefly examined it before looking back at you. “Okay what is it?”

“Vinyls,” you replied with a smile. “You know how much he loves Pearl Jam...”

“Oh, yeah, right,” she said interrupting you. “I think that was the band that Rob was showing me pictures of on his phone. I don’t know there was some band he really liked and had seen a few times he was telling me.”

You couldn’t help but to stare at her in confusion for a couple minutes. It was like she really had no idea how special Rob was, with how much he loved things, and as she got up and started to walk away, you remembered how you didn’t have the chance to mention the one that was signed.

“Oh hey, Jo one of the albums is signed. Just so you know.”

“Wh….” Almost looking confused, she looked down at the box and back at you. “Well, this is a very beautiful gift y/n, thank you. I'm sure he will love it.”

You smiled in response, but as Jo walked away to her room you couldn’t help but notice she still looked confused. Shrugging it off, you figured she just didn’t get Rob’s fascination with the band and grabbed your book off of the coffee table to continue reading. You had just gotten leaned back and turned to the page you had left off on when Jo popped her head back out of her room.

“Y/N, how do you know he doesn't have this?” She asked curiously.

“Oh, he just mentioned it one day when we talked. We were talking about music and stuff like that and he just kind of mentioned it," you said smiling as you remembered the moment with Rob.

With a small smile, she nodded and shut herself back in her room, you went back to reading. Something that had become impossible now that you were thinking about Rob again and that particular night to shared just talking.

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kazosa · 6 years ago

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Blind Heart

Summary: The Reader and Rich have known each other for eight years. Rich (who has never been married) thought knew everything there was to know about you. When SDCC comes around, you tell Rich you want to go and he makes sure you get to go. Once there, Rich finds out that he doesn’t know everything about you and who you used to date. Emotions and jealousy flare!

Pairing: Richard Speight, Jr. x Reader/You

Word count: it’s in the “holy moly” zone ……..7100

Warnings: Fluff, Angst. (I also use bad language and dirty jokes, though not always)

Square Filled: Accidental Confession

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo

Tags: @coffee-obsessed-writer @laurajw14 @fictionalabyss @missihart23 @sorenmarie87 @n3rdybird @winchestergirl-13 @moviemonzy @etxm

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It was Friday morning in San Diego. Rich’s flight arrived from Vancouver the day before and (Y|N) was supposed to be with him but some airline FUBAR had left her at the terminal to make other arrangements.

“Rich,” you assured him, “I promise, I’ll get there as soon as I can, even if I have to drive, I’ll get there by Saturday.”

“Nope. There has to be a better solution. There’s gotta be something else we can do,” he argued. That was one thing you were sure he loved to do.

“Yes, and that’s for you to get where you are contractually obligated to be,” you put your hands on his shoulders and tried to turn him toward the gate.

Rich was one of the best men you had ever known, and it gave you a jittery flutter every time he looked at you like that. That look that said he wanted more from you, but you just couldn’t take that next step with him. You were gun-shy and poor Rich was being as much a gentleman as ever.

Grudgingly, he’d gotten on the plane, knowing she was right had not made the decision any easier. He liked (Y|N), a lot. Ever since she’d started on the show, he’d noticed her. Things had never worked out to where he could ask her out on a date. Either he’d been seeing someone, or she was. He did notice one thing, he’d never seen her date another actor. She didn’t really talk about her personal life. In showbusiness, people either couldn’t keep their personal live private or they were bulldogs of privacy.

Rob and he were in the greenroom waiting until everything was ready for the walk around the floor. Rich pulled out his phone and checked his texts and social media again.

“Dude,” Rob said next to him, “she’ll be here.”

“Robbie, I shoulda stayed,” he lamented.

“She knows how to fend for herself,” Rob reasoned.

Snapping out of his worried mood, he made sure he had his pass properly secured on his lanyard and left with Rob to go do press.

Your original flight with Rich got messed up. You were supposed to fly with him to San Diego, but the airline overbooked the flight. As usual, everyone was too important to take a later flight, and since you didn’t NEED to be in San Diego until the next day, you gave up your spot and took the next available flight. Unfortunately for you, that meant spending the night in the terminal to get the early flight out the next morning.

Sleep in the terminal had been elusive at best and you weren’t feeling very cordial when your flight finally started boarding. The airline didn’t even give you the courtesy of upgrading your seat. Once you’d settled in your seat, you got out your headphones, putting them around your neck, preparing for the long flight to San Diego. You got your phone out of your purse and text Rich that you were in your seat then started looking for some music to drown out any of the flight noises.

“Supernatural, huh?”

You hadn’t been fast enough. Your neighbor to your left was feeling chatty. The girl next to you couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and was dressed like a Winchester, many layers and a flannel shirt.

After your night on the terminal floor, you’d changed into your spare clothes, comfy plaid lounge pants and a solid black Supernatural shirt with an anti-possession symbol on the breast pocket. You squirmed in your seat, both for the unwelcome intrusion (and clear “I don’t want to talk” headphones around your neck) and to get comfy. All you wanted to do was get some sleep on the flight. Any little bit would help for your long day in San Diego. It would have to wait, you knew ignoring her wouldn’t help.

With a faint smile on your face, you nodded, “Yeah, I like it.”

“I’ve never seen that shirt design before. Where did you get it?” she asked.

“Amazon,” you lied.

“Oh cool,” she turned in her seat to face you. “So. Are you a Sam-girl, or a Dean-girl?”

It was a question every fan seemed to ask other fans. Knowing Jared and Jensen as well as you did, it was a tough question to answer. Usually, you told people you were a Dean girl, but this time was different.

“Gabriel,” you answered.

“Oh! I love Gabriel!” she exclaimed.

Briefly, you thought, “Huh, me too.” Richard was the only person, in your opinion, that could ever play the mischievous archangel. If you hadn’t sworn off ever dating another actor eight years ago, you would have gone after Richard. You’d admired his work ethic, loyalty, the respect he gave people, generosity, humor…never mind you thought he was damned good looking. You had more than a little bit of a crush on him.

You and your neighbor chatted on for a bit and about a half hour into the flight, she saw how tired you were and finally let you get some much-needed rest. You put your headphones on and started your playlist. Closing your eyes, you thought of Richard and his grey shirt that you liked, the way he left an extra button undone. Sometimes you thought he could read your mind with the way he would smirk at you. You fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to slip your hand inside that extra undone button…

Making do with the sleep you got on the airplane, you went to your hotel for a quick shower, got into your con outfit, and got a cab to the convention center. Rich had sent you several texts while you were sleeping and on the way to your hotel.

“Text me when you can.”

“Are you on the ground?”

“Where are you?”

“In the cab, going to my hotel.”

“There you are! Do you need a ride here?”

“Rich, shouldn’t you be working?”

You’d managed to get a cab to the hotel just fine, apparently, you were incapable of getting one again.

“I’ll stop pestering you once you’re here.”

“I doubt it. See you soon.”

It never failed to make you get butterflies when you got a text from Rich. Of course, you were excited to go see him… and everyone else, but there was something about the texts. You passed off his concern for you as the friendly thing to do and nothing more. You liked Rich a lot, probably too much. The last time you’d dated someone you worked with, it hadn’t ended well. To make matters worse, he’d become mega-famous and you had to see his face everywhere. If you got together with Rich, you weren’t sure you could take it if it ended.

Your cab driver pulled up to the convention center and let you out amongst the shocking amount of people that were outside the building lining up for their passes. Rich, of course, had told you exactly where to go to bypass the crowds so you could get your special access pass.

“Name please?” the convention worker asked.

“(Y|F|N)(Y|L|N),” you answered.

Her head snapped up to look at you.

“Oh good, you’re here! The Supernatural people have been… eager for you to get here,” she said and picked up her radio.

Two other convention workers checked your ID and located your lanyard and other necessary items for your weekend at the con.

“…could someone in the SPN group let him know she’s here?”

You looked at one of the other girls, “Oh God. Has Rich been bugging you all?”

“Not sure who was asking,” she answered. “Just that someone has been asking every fifteen minutes.”

“Sorry,” you apologized, “I got here as soon as I could.”

She handed you your pass with a smile. Putting it around your neck, you grabbed your things and they pointed you in the direction of the Supernatural green room.

If it hadn’t been for the tattoos on her legs, he might not have recognized her. He, Rob and Misha were coming back from interviews when he saw her. He was so used to seeing her in cargo pants, occasional shorts, and tee shirts. A dress was new territory. She was even wearing high heels.

“Hey you. About time you got here,” he was loud enough to get her attention.

When she turned, she took his breath away. The hem of her dress flared out from her legs and the smile she had for him did him in. She seemed to glide across the floor as she closed the space between them. With her arms up stretched, he gladly gathered her to him for a hug. He held her tightly to him and managed to resist the strong urge to kiss her bare shoulder. After just a moment too long, he let her go and smiled a bit when her hand went up to smooth her hair.

“Me? I’ve been here over an hour. I got to hear all about how you’ve been giving the staff a hard time,” you admonished him.

“I am contractually obligated to do work while I’m here, miss,” he retorted. “Bob-o, when’s our next thing?”

You were pretty certain that giving the event staff a run for their money was not the kind of work he should have been doing. You turned to Rob and he checked his watch and schedule on his phone.

“Not for an hour and a half. We’ve got the signing thing,” he told Rich.

“Perfect! We can go down to the floor and check out the booths,” he’d wanted to give you the full con experience since you’d first mentioned wanting to go.

The floor was paced with people and Rich walked fast so you had to catch up to him in order not to lose him. You took his hand to both help stay with him and to make him slow down a little. He finally slowed and looked back at you in surprise but smiled and curled his fingers around yours. His eyes were so warm. You knew you were walking a fine line with him, but you were starting not to care.

There were quite a few cool booths and Rich introduced you to people you never knew he knew. He had a lot of cool friends and acquaintances. He groaned a little when you made him stop at the Charlie the Impala booth.

“C’mon, Rich! Jensen won’t let us touch Baby, we can sit in this one!” you were begging. You got to see the Impala’s on set, of course, but you couldn’t get near the “hero” cars.

Rich talked to the owner, who, of course, recognized Rich and he let you both get in the car next.

“You two want a picture?” he asked. “We can get one for you. And if you don’t mind, can we take pictures for the website?”

You were all for it as long as you got to sit in it with Rich. Richard hemmed and hawed, as you walked around the gorgeous car. You stuck your head in the passenger window and looked at your friends’ signatures all over the dash. Rich finally came over and leaned in the driver’s side window to look at you.

“Let’s do this,” his voice was a low rumble and it gave you a jolt up your spine. He probably had no idea how sexy he could be.

Your excitement for the car took over and you reached for the door handle and yanked it open. The vinyl of the seat groaned slightly with your weight as you slid in and closed the door. Sitting still for a moment, you just took it all in. The car owner had done a really good job restoring the car. It was absolutely perfect, and it even smelled like an old car. You knew you shouldn’t be surprised, but it was just more than you could have hoped for. Charlie was a sexy car. The only thing you needed was to drive one of them. Maybe you could bribe Jensen and the car guys to let you take one out sometime.

“Ready for the picture?” the photographer came over to where Rich was in the driver’s seat.

Rich moved his left arm to rest on top of the down window, his right arm on the top of the bench seat. He looked at you and raised his eyebrow, his head tipping his head ever so slightly away, motioning for you to come over. You didn’t need to be asked twice and you carefully slid across the seat and tucked into Rich’s side. Slouching in the seat, you rested your head on his shoulder.

Like most photo ops you’d ever done, you got precious seconds of time before the picture snapped and it was over. After the quick photo, and you were both out of the car, Rich checked his phone for messages.

“Robbie’s losing his mind,” he smirked. “Ten texts asking where we are.”

You watched him type a response and hit send.

“How much time do you have? Are you late?” you asked.

“Still got ten minutes, but he’s three already, freaking out,” he told you.

Though the SPN signing booth wasn’t far, it took at least ten minutes to make it to the booth. The people around Rich either parted like the Red Sea, or they crowded around wanting to talk or say hello. Rich had taken your hand this time. Looking over at him, it was hard not to appreciate the extra button undone on his gray shirt. He looked so damn good. A flood of dirty thoughts ran through your head. To distract yourself, you tried to think of a word that adequately described what you wanted to do to Rich.

“Devour,” you murmured.

Rich must have heard you, “You hungry?”

“Um…” you couldn’t think of a good cover, “oh look, here we are!”

The fellas all came over to “ooh” and “ahh” over (Y|N) and her “con dress” and her, he supposed. She looked really good. She’d done up her hair and he noticed she’d put on a little makeup. It was a look he wasn’t used to seeing on her. Of course, he thought she looked cute in her cargo pants and tee shirts with boots. He thought she looked cute after a long day and her hair would be a mess. It irked him a little how the boys were all fawning over her, but he said nothing.

About a half hour into the signings, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find (Y|N)’s gorgeous face smiling at him.

“Rich, if you don’t mind, I saw a few friends when I got in and want to go say hi,” she said.

“Sure, do what you want. I’ll be here a bit longer,” he said.

Watching her dress sway as she walked away, he appreciated the shape of her. Again, he thought about taking her out to dinner. Just (Y|N) and him, no one else. They always had a great time together, but there were always other people around.

When the crowds dwindled for signings, it gave Rich a chance to look around and see where (Y|N) was. When he finally spotted her, he was a little surprised at who she was with. He moved down the line to Jensen, the one person who knew her better than herself.

“Did you know (Y|N) knew Norman Reedus?” he asked Jensen.

Jensen looked quickly at rich then finished his signing. He followed Rich’s gaze to where (Y|N) was talking and laughing with the man in question.

“Dude, I thought you two talked?” Jensen asked.

“She obviously knows the guy, right?”

Jensen finished up with the last person in his line and turned back to Rich.

“Uh, yeah, she knows him. You really need to talk to her about it though,” Jensen told him.

“What? You obviously know something I don’t. What’s the deal?” Rich asked.

Jensen moved him away from the cluster of people in their booth.

“Look man, she’d kill me if she knew I told you this,” Jensen looked Rich dead in the eye to make his point. “Before she came to us, she worked on The Walking Dead for a season and a half. They were…close.”

“She’s been over there a while…” he said more to himself, not quite processing what he said until, “What do you mean they were ‘close’?”

Jensen sighed. “Richard, they dated. Couple years. They’re still friends, but it’s still hard for her. You tell her I told you any of this,” he clapped his hands loudly and spread them wide, “disavowed. Done.”

“Dramatic much?”

“I’m serious. You want to know more, ask her. I don’t do girl-talk,” Jensen told him and grabbed his discarded jacket and left the area with Clif and Jared.

Rich had known (Y|N) a while and she had never mentioned that she had dated one of the most recognizable people in showbusiness. Not even a casual mention of even knowing te guy. Not even a word about even working on The Walking Dead. Not a peep about being friends with him. They’d gotten close over the last eight years and it hurt his feelings a little that it never came up. He watched them talking happily for a few moments before he’d had enough and decided to interrupt.

His pass easily got him access behind the scenes and he found Norman and (Y|N) in the backstage part of The Walking Dead signing booth. He turned the corner and found them talking quietly together. He didn’t like the way Norman was looking at her. (Y|N) was beautiful, even when she wasn’t wearing a dress that showed off her figure and legs. Did Norman even appreciate how messy her hair would get at work or how cute she was bundled up for winter? Did Norman have a hat that she would snatch off his head and wear around just to annoy him?

“Hey!” he came striding up like he was king shit of the con.

You turned around startled by the loud sound of Rich’s voice that came from behind you.

“Oh my God, Rich, you scared me!” you put your hand over your heart in hopes of stilling the mad pace it was keeping. “Are you on break?”

“No, no. We’re done,” he was feeling a little pissy. “Got done and couldn’t find you. Thought I lost you.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t think I’d been gone that long. I lose track of time when I’m with Norman.”

Feeling like a child caught in a lie, you didn’t think to introduce the two men. Instead, Norman stood up and introduced himself.

“Hi, I’m Norman, nice to meet you,” Norman said, not missing the irritation in Rich’s eyes.

“Richard,” he said, sizing him up.

You watched the weird vibe between the two men before you realized that you were probably late to meet up with Kim and Briana in the greenroom. Being dressed up, you didn’t have on your usual watch and couldn’t check the time. Instead you grabbed Rich’s wrist to look at his watch.

“Damnit Norm, I’m late to meet up with Kim and Bri, told them I’d be there by now. This always happens!” You were only half angry with him. It had been good to see him and things had gone well and weren’t too awkward. You turned back to Rich, “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

“Go. I’ll catch up. I want to chat with Norman for a sec,” Rich told you, letting you off the hook.

You hated being late and you felt bad for taking off on Rich again, but at least he was understanding. Not knowing what else to do you gave Rich a hug and kissed his cheek. Norm always gave you warm hugs and his full attention. That part had never changed. The lights were dimmer backstage so he had off his sunglasses. Reaching for him, he pulled you in and you saw the slightest wink as he brought you in close. Holding the embrace a bit too long and a bit more lewd than usual, you could feel Rich’s eyes burning into your back. As Norm released you, his hands cupped your face and he kissed you softly on the lips.

With your back still turned, you looked at Norman and mouthed the words “What the fuck?”

Norm just smirked and said, “See ya later, sweetheart,” and nudged you on your way.

Rich’s gaze followed (Y|N) as she walked away, he sound of her heels clicking on the cement floor, her dress swaying side to side with each step. It was mesmerizing, but he made himself turn back to Norman.

“So, you work with her, huh?” Norm asked, noticing the glare. “She’s amazing.”

“I agree. Hard worker. Great friend,” Richard assented.

“God, she looks good. You seeing her?” Norm asked, hoping to get an emphatic response.

Rich narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him.

“No, we’re just friends,” he crossed his arms.

Norm looked over his shoulder in the direction of where (Y|N) had disappeared.

“Think she’d take me back?” Norm knew he was needling him, it was all over his face, but he kept going. “We’re gonna meet up later, you wanna come?”

Having never spoken to Norman before, Rich couldn’t tell if he was being baited or not, but it got his blood pressure up anyway.

“I don’t know what happened between you two, but if it was enough to make her walk, I would put money on her not taking you back. As for the meet up, I’ll have to get back to you on that,” he was done talking. “Nice meeting you.”

Norman had always been good at reading a situation and had noticed the way Richard was looking at (Y|N). If that guy didn’t have feeling for her at least a little bit, he would eat his shirt. Richard had jealousy written all over his face.

“Hey man, if you’re into her, just say so,” Norman said. “She’s cool as hell.”

Rich wanted to tell Norman that his and (Y|N)’s personal lives were none of his business, but he held back. They were backstage, but it was still a very public place and the last thing he wanted to do was create a scene and get (Y|N) drug into the middle of it.

“Thanks for the advice,” he said sarcastically and finally walked away.

Rich was taking his sweet time getting back, you’d noticed. Every time the door opened, you checked to see if it was him. You hoped that Norman wasn’t giving him too hard of a time. You really wanted them to get along. Your feet were also killing you and you really wanted to get back to the hotel to get into more comfortable clothes. It was fun to look pretty for a while, but ma, was it painful.

“Do you need to get back to your hotel?” Kim asked.

You looked at the door again and then to your phone for the clock. Norman was only in town for a few more hours and you needed to get going, but you wanted to wait for Richard.

“Um…yeah,” you gave her a sheepish smile. “I was hoping to go back to the hotel with Rich.”

“I’m sure he bumped into ten people he knows. You know how it is with him,” Kim reasoned.

You did know what it was like. Everybody loved Rich. That wink that Norm gave you though. What was that about? And the kiss right before you went back to the greenroom? It was pretty innocent, and the only thing you felt was the burning heat of Richard’s glare into your back, but he hadn’t let you in on the fact that he was going to do it.

“Yeah,” you said to Kim, “I need to get out of these clothes. I feel weird in them.”

“I bet Rich will help you get out of them,” Briana chimed in.

Kim burst out laughing.

“C’mon, (Y|N), you had to have noticed the way he looks at you,” Kim said.

“I bet he’d rip your dress off with his teeth,” Briana mused.

“Stop!” you pleaded. Before you had time to be fully embarrassed, you turned to see Rich staring back at you.

What the hell was that? Who the hell did he think he was treating (Y|N) like that? What was he trying to get at? Was he deliberately trying to make me mad, ‘cause that was sure as hell working. And why didn’t (Y|N) tell him off, or even tell him that she knew one of the most recognizable faces in showbusiness, let alone that she had dated the guy? Did she want him all over her like that? Was she wanting to get back together with him, too?

He had no business being angry, and he knew it. He had no claim on her, but he wanted to. He wanted her. He wanted her to have eyes for no one but him. He went down the corridor and past the SPN greenroom door, he wasn’t ready to go back in there yet. Instead, he continued walking and thought about what to do for the evening.

There was no way he was going to let (Y|N) go to that meet up without him. After all, he was invited, right? He needed to know if there was anything left between the two of them. He wasn’t they type of guy to not go after the woman he wanted, but he also wasn’t one to get in the way when he wasn’t wanted in return.

Finally making a decision about what he was going to do, he turned around and went back to the SPN greenroom. He took a calming breath and gently pushed open the door. He could hear Briana talking.

“I bet he’d rip your dress off with his teeth.”

Had he walked in on them talking about Norman? Carefully, he stepped inside just as he heard (Y|N) say ‘stop’. She turned toward him like she was going to head for the door.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “I was worried you fell in,” or that he’d killed Norman, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” he said.

Your feet were screaming at you now and you started walking toward the door again.

“Ladies,” Rich waved at them and followed you out.

You didn’t know what happened with Rich and Norm after you took off, but you were going to kill Norm anyway. Rich seemed pissed off about what had happened, and you felt like you had some explaining to do. The trick was, how do you bring it up without setting him off again? You were getting close to the outer doors and were grateful that the event staff had a discreet car service for people that needed to leave and not want to be seen. Rich opened the door to the suv for you and let you get in first. Once the door was closed, the silence was broken.

“How long have we known each other?” he was blunt.

“About eight years,” you were quiet.

“In all that time, you never thought to mention that you knew Norman Reedus, or that you dated him?” his voice was accusatory.

“It never really came up, Rich. You don’t talk about the people you’ve dated either, and we don’t ask one another about them,” you pointed out. “And since when do you care?”

He fell silent again. You could feel him fuming next to you. You wanted to assure him, but you didn’t know how. You weren’t ready to tell him how you felt.

“Eight years,” he grumbled, “that’s a long time to keep that little nugget tucked away. I guess if I ever need to keep a secret, I know who to tell.”

“Are you really mad at me for not telling you?”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he turned back to the window.

The last thing you wanted was for Rich to be mad at you, but he had no reason for it. He was acting like…

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

“What?” he growled.

Now you understood why Norman did the things he’d done. He’d seen it right away. You couldn’t believe how stupid you’d been. Too shocked, you had no words of explanation for Rich.

“Nothing,” you squeaked out and the rest of the ride to the hotel was silent.

When you got back to the hotel, Rich walked you to your room to make sure you got in safely. He was still upset, you could see, and he was going to leave to go to his room if you didn’t stop him.

“Rich, would you at least come inside and talk to me?” you pleaded. The silent ride back to the hotel had been awful.

Resignation crossed over his features as he walked inside.

“Okay, I admit, it was shitty of me not to tell you. I hope you will forgive me. I didn’t really want to talk about him. Whenever I’ve told a guy I’ve gone out with him, they get weird on me, so I just stop,” you sat down on your bed and finally took off your shoes. “Will you at least come out with us tonight?”

“Why? I thought you two looked pretty chummy back there at the con,” he said, that hint of anger still there. “Wouldn’t want to get in the way of anything.”

He wasn’t ready to listen yet.

“Okay, fine,” you were exhausted. “I can’t make you go. Sit in your hotel room and be a miserable shit the rest of the night.” If he wanted to be Dick, you could play that game, too. “Maybe we’ll get back together and I can just tell you all of the details then.”

He bit back using Norman’s own words, “See ya later, sweetheart.”

You’d tried to lay down for a while after your shower, but you were too wound up to sleep. You had on your skinny jeans and your favorite going out top as you laid on your bed, contemplating the fuckery you had just participated in. Of course, you understood where Rich was coming from, but he was being an ass. He seemed to assume that because Norman was around that you would just go running back into his arms? You’d wanted to tell him that he was jealous for no reason. You’d wanted to tell him all of it when he was in your hotel room, but the jerk had taken out his jealousy on you instead. Even so, you still felt a little bad about needling him further, but only a little.

A knock at your door both startled you and gave you hope. Maybe Rich had gotten over it enough and was coming to get you? You sprang out of bed and rushed to the door.

“Rich?” you said, opening the door.

“I fucking knew it. You do have a thing for that guy,” Norman said with a smug look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I thought we were meeting down at the bar?” you were dumbfounded. Norman had always been the king of incognito where you were concerned.

“Nice to see you, too. Can I come in or are you gonna leave my ass hanging out in the hall?” he asked.

“What for?”

“Geeze, no faith. I have a plan for you and Mr. Growly,” he said, still smirking.

You pushed the door open and let your former lover in, wondering what in the hell he had cooked up in the few hours you’d been apart.

You sat at a high-top table with your Supernatural friends, Briana and Kim on either side. Norman was off getting you another Cap ‘n’ Coke. You’d really thought that Rich would show up. The lack of his presence at your table was more than a little noticeable. Rich was the kind of guy that thrived on his friendships and it just didn’t feel right to not have him there. The mood of the table was off.

Norman came back with your drink and noticed that Mr. Growly still hadn’t showed up. He handed (Y|N) her drink, of which she took a big gulp before he could warn her.

When she started coughing, he said, “Hey that’s mostly rum,” with a chuckle.

“No shit,” you coughed.

“Better finish it off,” Norman said in your ear, “he just walked in.”

Knowing he was right and that you would need the brace, you took another big gulp. Norm’s plan was going to require you to be more of jerk than you were used to. Norm squeezed your shoulder in reassurance. He was an actor, after all, he knew how to make it look good for the audience. When he told you his plan, you socked him in the shoulder and told him he better not make it look TOO real.

Rich came strolling over to the table, saying hello to everyone, but barely acknowledging you and Norman. It stung a bit, but you still tried to do what Norman had told you.

“Hi Rich, I thought you weren’t coming,” you tried to be casual.

“Yeah, well, here I am,” he said, obviously bitter and faking his glib tone.

Jesus, Norman was right, you thought. You were right, too, if you were being honest. He was acting like a jealous teenager. What had been hard to accept was that it was because of you. The conversation at the table continued on as though Rich had been there the whole time, but the energy coming off of him was palpable, he was practically sizzling.

“So, sweetheart, when are you gonna come back to Georgia? It’s been stupid crazy down there since you left. You really need to come back and hang out with us,” Norman said to you, but loud enough that the whole table heard.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said, playing along. “I have a few things to take care of in Vancouver, but once the season is done, I can come down and get back together with you all.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Jesus, I can feel the daggers coming off of him.

“Yes! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Norm said expertly, and Rich took a drink from his own glass.

The chords of a very familiar song began to play on the jukebox. Elvis’ version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” filled the bar.

Norman grabbed your arm and pulled you off your bar stool.

“C’mon, doll, they’re playing our song!” he said.

He led you out into the small dance floor by the jukebox and pulled you close. You put your arms around his broad shoulders and started swaying to the music with him.

“We don’t have a song, Norm,” you said into his ear.

“I know that, but your guy doesn’t know that,” he said. He was clearly having fun with this role.

“What’s he doing?” you asked.

“Killing me with his mind,” he chuckled and put his hand on your shoulder, slowly moving you in a circle. “You know, I was mostly serious about you coming down to Georgia. It would be cool to have you back.”

“Norm,” you said, “I like where I am. I like the people I work with, and…” you caught sight of Rich and saw the hurt and the anger all the way across the space between you.

“And you kind of love him,” he finished.

“Yeah, I think I do. I’d like to find out anyway,” you admitted.

“I should never have let you go,” he said. “I hope he makes you happy, (Y|N). I mean that. Now, laugh a little and touch my face.”

You were feeling a little melancholy for the time you’d had with Norman, but what you’d had with him wasn’t the same. It hadn’t been that hard to walk away. Norm was a great guy and you loved him, but it just wasn’t what either of you deserved. The thought of Rich never speaking to you again, of him not being in your life, it wasn’t something you wanted to think about. You reached up and brushed back his hair from Norm’s forehead. He growled a little, kissed your cheek, then pressed his cheek to yours as he continued dancing with you.

“Where the hell have you been, I thought you’d be here an hour ago,” Briana scolded.

He’d seriously debated even showing up. He didn’t want to be around to see (Y|N) and Norman rekindle their romance, but he thought he might have a chance to stop it if he could just get her alone.

Briana nudged him and pointed to (Y|N) and Norman on the dancefloor, “You just gonna let that go, Dick?”

He didn’t say anything, he just observed the two dancing. It wasn’t until she touched his face that he had enough and got up from his seat and crossed over to where they were.

“Mind if I cut in?” he asked when they stopped to look at him.

Norm looked from Rich to you and back again before he said, “Nah, man, not at all.”

Rich looked like acid was shooting out of his eyes, but you were interested to see where this went and if Norman’s plan had worked or not. As he was getting past you to go back to the group, he gave you a swat on the ass, startling you but still making you smile.

“Did he just?? I’m gonna kill him!” he was seething.

“Rich, stop it! He’s just helping,” you tried to calm him. You’d never seen him like this before and it was a little unsettling, but also a little hot.

“Helping? Helping what? Himself to you?”

“You better be very careful about what you say next, mister Speight,” you warned, still letting him take you in his arms for another slow song.

“Me? Please tell me you didn’t fall for anything he said…” his words were dripping with derision.

“Excuse the hell out of me?” you said.

“You aren’t really going to go back to Georgia, are you?” he mocked.

“It’s not like I have anything in Vancouver that is going to keep me there. Besides, Norm will keep me busy,” you said.

“Oh, I bet he will. From what I saw, he was already keeping you plenty busy,” he said.

“Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that? You’ve never made the slightest move on me, never once said you were even the least bit interested in me. You don’t even know Norman,” you were hurt and you decided you’d had enough of that day. “Why the fuck do you suddenly care who I dance with?” You pushed him away hard.

He stared at you for a moment, a rush of emotions crossing his face.

“Why do I care?! Because I love you!”

There was a marked drop in the noise level in the bar. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, including all of your friends from Supernatural.

“Oh hell no! You don’t just get to say that and expect everything to be all hunky dory, nah!” you said and walked off the dance floor to the nearest door, fearing you might pass out if you didn’t get outside immediately.

Your panic factor was kicking in hardcore. You needed to get out of there. The walls were suddenly too close and there were people seemingly everywhere. Finding a long hall to the restrooms, you kept going straight for the door at the end of the hallway that had an “exit” sign hung on it. You didn’t know what you’d expected to happen with forcing Rich’s hand, but you hadn’t expected that. To have him say it out loud like that… but why did he have to be such a dick about it?

Finally, outside in the fresh air, you were able to breathe again. If every convention was like this, you weren’t sure you wanted to go to anymore. It was almost too much to bear. The familiar sting began in your nose and traveled to your eyes, the tears filling your eyes making it difficult to see. You turned your back to the sound of the ‘exit’ door opening and returning to closed.

“(Y|N)?” he said from behind you. “Do you love him?”

“Go fuck yourself, Rich,” you said, your throat thick with emotion.

“I gotta know, darlin’,” he said, the pain evident in his voice.

“Oh, now I’m ‘darlin’, huh?” you were done hiding your hurt. “Yes, I love Norm, always will. And before you go off half-cocked again, it’s not what you think. We just couldn’t make it work. We were better friends than we were ever anything else. I see him once, maybe twice a year.”

“Then why was he all over you like that out there?” he asked, inching closer to you.

“I think there was a small part of him… maybe both of us, that wanted to see if the old spark was still there,” you admitted. “It might have been there for him, but it wasn’t for me.”

“What changed?” he asked, getting within arm’s reach of you.

“I fell in love with my Dick of a best friend,” you said, finally looking at him.

He moved in a blur. His hands cradling your head as his lips crashed into yours. His strong arms moved down and crushed your body to his and you responded in turn. For so long, you’d wanted to know what it was like to be in just that position, it was like heaven, if it were a hot and steamy place. You wanted to devour him. His lips didn’t need to force yours apart, you wanted all of him just the way he wanted you. Not realizing he’d been guiding you to the wall until it was pressed against your back, you moaned into him as you felt him pressing hard against you. His tongue swirling and lapping at your own sent you into a state of euphoria. After a few moments, the passion you both felt slowed down and he leaned back, his body still holding you firmly to the wall behind you.

“What do we do now?” his thumb stroked your jaw.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.”

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