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CORDELL WALKER IN BLACK AND WHITEâ€ŠđŸ”„đŸ”„đŸ”„đŸ”„
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WALKER # 1👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
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Jensen Ackles | JIBCon 2023 (February 26, 2023)
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Cordell/Cassie Partnership Appreciation -
2.10, Nudge
"Do you wanna ride shotgun, or are you partial to the trunk?" She's the feisty, just-like-him sister he never knew he needed.
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Sam + ASL
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Walker 02.10 | Nudge
Lol Larry đŸ€Ł
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Same, James. Same.
James: I don’t get paid enough for this.
Trey: For what?
James: *gestures to everything*
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James: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.
Cordell and Cassie: Awwww...
James: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."
Cordell and Cassie: Oh.
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Cordell: *runs into James' office and slams the door behind him* Hey, guys. Cordell: I have a fun thought exercise! I would like all of you to take a moment and think back to a time when you did something stupid, how you were treated, and how you wish you were treated. James: What did you do, Walker?
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Walker Season 4 First Look: Cordell Goes From Birthday Celebration to Somber Contemplation
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Dean â–ș Shadow (1.16)
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Dean Winchester every day -- 43/326
Supernatural 2x21//All Hell Breaks Loose: Part One
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Dean: I suppose you’re Lust. Lust: Baby, I’m whatever you want me to be. Dean: Yeah, all right. Just stay back. Lust: Or what? Dean: Good point.
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Random cute moments from - Walker 1x10 | Encore 
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Take Me Home - Part 5
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Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 
Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 
AN: Welcome back, friends! We’re gonna start ramping up from here on out.
Word Count: 5K
Tags/Warnings: Angst and tension, a bit of heartbreak, a little Shakespeare, and another small cliffhanger

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Part 5: Not That Simple
“I’m keeping close tabs on Carla and Emily just to be safe,” Beau admitted. 
Your face became the picture of concern. But before you could respond, a man approached the table, tall and lean, with a shaggy cut of dark blonde hair. He wore a pair of faded jeans, boots, and a gray Chicago FD t-shirt. 
Your face paled, and your mouth parted in surprise. 
“Hey there, stranger,” he said with a smile. 
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“Michael?” you gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Beau’s eyes widened. Michael was younger than him, closer to your age. And cocky too.  
“Hey, baby,” Michael said. His smile quirked with charm, but his next words were anything but charming. 
“We need to talk,” he said, raising his brows.
“We actually don’t,” you retorted in a firmer voice. Cold even. You straightened in your seat. 
Beau saw none of your softness and good humor from earlier. This was a different woman, and he was actually proud of you for standing your ground. Though he realized then that he’d never gotten on your bad side. (He hoped he never did.)
Michael frowned, sighing through his nose. He seemed to expect your reaction, to an extent, but was still disappointed. His gaze slid to Beau. 
Seeming to realize his manners were lacking, he reached out his hand.
“Sorry for interrupting. Michael Hadley,” he greeted.
Beau stared at the other man’s hand for a moment. Instead of shaking it, he held all his true thoughts inside and flashed the newcomer an easy grin, as well as the badge on his belt. 
“Sheriff Arlen,” he replied, raising a brow. “So you’re Michael.”
Michael met your eyes briefly, then Beau’s again. Michael’s hand lowered back to his side.
“So she’s talked about me,” he said.
Beau’s eyes were sharper when they took the other man in. 
“Oh, believe you me, that’s not something to brag about, Mike.”
You had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t smile. Michael’s politeness thinned, but just as his mouth opened to offer a retort, Cassie and Jenny returned with the drinks.
“Hi, there,” Jenny said with civility (sort of), but her blue eyes raked over Michael in an assessing way. She’d clocked your surprise and discomfort from across the room.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to stop the party,” Michael said, making you want to scoff.
Of course you did, you thought.
“I’m Michael, her fiancĂ©,” he tried to introduce himself with an outstretched hand. Jenny also ignored that hand in order to set down the drinks.
It gave you the opportunity to interject with some reality.
“You’re missing an ex in there. As in no longer, and wish we’d never been,” you said. You crossed your arms and met Michael’s annoyed look with your firm one.
He eventually sighed and rested a hand on the back of the booth, behind your seat. You twisted to face him, but you were purposeful in leaning away from him.
Beau had to just watch the scene unfold. He didn’t like the way Michael leaned in, crowding your personal space when you were clearly trying to create distance.
“Can we talk?” Michael asked you. “Please?”
For a moment, you paused with indecision. You didn’t want to make a scene here in the middle of a bar. Not in front of your friends, where half of them were police officers. You didn’t want to stop them from having a good time either.
You met Cassie and Jenny’s eyes, and finally Beau’s. Despite the controlled, almost lazy way he’d handled Michael, you could see he didn’t look happy. You sighed.
“Sorry. Give me a minute,” you said. You got up out of the booth and went with Michael to a somewhat private corner across the restaurant.
Meanwhile, Beau tried not to seem like he was keeping an eye on you two. Cassie and Jenny were too, while sipping on their respective drinks.
“What’s the story there?” Cassie asked.
“Cheating ex,” Beau supplied.
“Great,” Jenny said wryly. Her lips pursed as she met Cassie’s knowing frown. They’d been there before.
Cassie turned to Beau and bumped his shoulder with her own. 
“You okay there, Sheriff?” Cassie asked him. Beau flashed her a look that showed he was unsettled. 
“I’ve got another one to add to the punch list,” he replied.
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“I can’t believe you’d ambush me like this!” you whisper-yelled.
Michael crossed his arms in defense. The two of you ducked a server who was coming in hot with a plate of buffalo chicken wings.
“You came all the way to Montana? For what?” you continued. “I already said everything I had to say to you last year. And at Mary’s funeral. Thanks again for that, asshole.”
“That’s such a lie! You wouldn’t even talk to me at the funeral,” Michael shot back. “And you haven’t been answering my calls, my emails. What the hell was I supposed to do?”
“You’re supposed to respect me,” you snapped. Though you couldn’t help the emotion making your voice shake, just a little. “You’re supposed to respect me, and my choices. That’s what you’re supposed to do. But I don’t why I should expect you to start now."
You started to walk away from him, but he grabbed at your hand. You turned back around and jerked your hand out of his grasp.
“It’s over. It’s been over for months. Damn near a year,” you said. “What do you want?”
He looked down at you through sad eyes under his furrowed brows.
“I never wanted it to be over,” he said quietly.
“Well, you pretty much made that decision for us,” you said, crossing your arms. You didn’t know whether it was to stand firm, or to shield yourself. “And I’m done. Quite frankly, I could live the rest of my life without seeing you again.”
“Come on. You don’t mean that,” he said.
He genuinely looked gutted, which was the confusing part. You shook your head and tried to blink the frustrated tears out of your eyes.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” you said.
“I want to say I’m sorry. And I am, more than you know. I want
I want to ask if you can forgive me,” he all but pleaded. He touched your arms, not quite grasping. For the first time since you’d known him, he seemed desperate. “Look, you know how hard it was for me to come out here and beg like a dog, but here I am
because I still love you.”
You were shocked into silence for a moment, but not out of happiness.
Then, you had to sigh. You held up a hand against his chest, a subtle move at pushing him away. 
“I can’t give that to you. Even your apology is hollow. Because what you did
” you said, on a halting breath. “You did it to me for years, Michael. Pretty much from the beginning of our relationship, if it ever was one.” 
You shook your head as a tear made its way down your cheek. 
“And if you could do that, then you never really loved me,” you said.
Michael’s eyes fell away, to hide the emotion stinging in them.
“So
just go home,” you told him. “Be with Kate if you want. I could really give a shit.”
Once again, Michael held your wrist when you tried to leave, this time more gently. He met you with frustrated blue eyes. Those eyes you used to drown in. 
“She’s not you,” he said. 
You slipped out of his grip and uttered a laugh devoid of all humor.
“That, you should’ve known from the beginning,” you said.
He was hurt.
And when he was hurt, he tended to cover it up with anger. His jaw began to work with frustration.
“What, so you’re just going to run away? Live in this dusty piece of shit town until you die?” he said, with the derision you’d come to expect from him when he didn’t get what he wanted. 
“Go home, Michael,” you repeated. “I’m not going back.” 
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“Everything okay?” Beau asked, when you finally returned to the table. He didn’t tell you that he, Jenny, and Cassie had been watching on standby, in case Michael tried to press his luck and get more grabby. It had taken everything within Beau to stay in his seat for the past ten minutes.
You gave him a smile and took up the shot of tequila Cassie had brought for you. You downed it and grimaced at the burn.
“I’m good,” you said, with a bit of difficulty. Part of you felt accomplished, that you’d faced Michael and hadn’t let him soften your resolve. Yet there was a big part of you—not so deep down—that felt like utter crap.
“Sorry for the unnecessary drama,” you muttered. 
Jenny gave you a more serious look. One that said she had no problem stepping in if she needed to.
“If you ever feel unsafe, just let one of us know,” she said. 
“That’s right. If he doesn’t leave it alone, all you need to do is call,” Beau added. Cassie echoed that sentiment with a nod. You met Beau’s gaze, despite the uncertainty inside you.
If you need me, call me, his eyes said. 
You nodded then, with a thankful smile. 
Beau couldn’t help it. He felt protective of you. It welled up in his chest and simultaneously felt heavy like a stone. And he could admit, if just to himself, that it was in the personal sense. 
He tried to remember that his life was complicated right now. Too complicated probably, for all of that
but he cared about you. And he didn’t want to see you hurt.
Out of the corner of his eye, Beau spotted Michael Hadley at the bar. He was drinking a beer with an angry frown, and no good written all over his face.
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Carla called Beau in a tizzy yesterday morning. 
Not only had Avery bought a gun, but he’d given her some unhinged, quasi- “If I die” speech that had freaked her the hell out. 
In searching Avery’s vacant hotel room, Beau found the missing pages of Paige’s journal. Pages that contained a seed phrase passcode to unlock the $15 million crypto account she and Luke had stolen. 
If Avery had those pages, then it only confirmed that Avery had made a play for the money in order to save his failing business. He was attempting to break the encrypted code to unlock the account, likely for the shady-ass people Paige stole the money from in the first place.  
Naturally, Beau had gone looking to bring the man in for questioning. He’d found Avery at a different, much seedier hotel, being led away by another man who walked and talked like a killer. Beau rightly assumed he was a hitman, gunning for Avery, and quite literally about to take out the trash.
Maybe the people he was working with were tired of waiting on him to unlock the account. Or maybe he’d already done it, and now they’d decided they didn’t need him anymore.
Beau was able to save Avery’s life, shooting the hitman. Then he’d arrested Avery. In return for that save, Avery had been giving Beau the runaround all night, with a side helping of audacity. 
“What’s your plan here, man?” Beau asked. He leaned forward in his chair across from Avery’s. A narrow table lied in between them within the small holding cell for questioning. 
“New identity? Thailand? Or maybe you’re not into the whole heat thing. Maybe Winnipeg,” Beau posed, with all due sarcasm. “You see, these people don’t forgive. And they don’t forget. And the ones that steal from them rarely die alone, which means you have put Carla, and you’ve put my daughter into danger. Did you even think about that?”
Right about now, Beau himself was beyond forgive and forget. In fact, he was irate. But he held it all down beneath a thin line of professionalism, despite the fire in his eyes. 
Avery rested his elbows on the table as well.
“Everything I’ve done has been to protect my family. That’s all you need to know,” he said. “You on the other hand. You’ve made quite the mess, haven’t you? Killing that man put us all in more danger.”
He then leaned back in his chair, as if he held all the cards, and Beau was just a monkey wrench in his plans. It was a good front, but Beau saw right through it all. Avery was bluffing through his ass.
Still, he put on a good show.
“And now I’d very much like to speak to my lawyer,” he said. 
It took everything within the sheriff to stop himself from reaching across the table, grabbing the other man by the collar, and yanking him down hard on the table, face-first. 
Instead, he got up from his seat, deceptively calm. The only explosion of his rage came when he kicked his chair hard on his way out, making it slide across the room and hit the wall. He yanked the cell door open and closed it firm behind him.
He knew he couldn’t hold Avery, not even on Paige’s journal pages. As Avery had so cleverly pointed out, the money hadn’t been reported stolen (why would criminals drop a dime on themselves?). So Beau would let Avery go, for now. All he could do was wait for the cocky son of a bitch to mess up, even more than he already had. 
Beau hated waiting.
But his next step was returning to his office and calling Carla. He asked her to join Emily in staying with him, until this thing with Avery blew over. Likely the people he was working with knew where he lived, knew how to find Carla and Emily. 
Carla sounded shaken even on the phone, but she agreed.
“Is Emily at work right now?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’ll tell her,” Carla said, releasing a breath. “I’ll take her to your place again tonight, and I’ll bring an overnight bag for myself.”
“Good,” he said. “Thank you.”
After hanging up, Beau leaned back in his office chair and covered his bearded face with his hands. He rubbed at his tired eyes. What the hell do I do now? 
The answer eluded him, especially when a knock sounded against his door, disturbing his thoughts. He sighed.
“Yeah?”
“It’s me,” you answered from behind the door. “I come bearing baked goods.”
Beau’s eyes widened in surprise. He beckoned you to come in, and so you did. 
“Working hard, or hardly working?” you teased.
The sight of you was a balm to his frayed mind. Your familiar face, your pretty yellow sundress, the way you’d done your hair. It all managed to kick up his smile at seeing yours. Not to mention the delicious smelling basket you carried on your arm. The top was covered with a red checkered cloth. 
“Hey, there. How’re you doin’?” he greeted, trying to hide the brunt of his former frustration and worry behind a more upbeat attitude. 
He knew he hadn’t done well enough when your smile began to fall. 
“Sorry, did I come at a bad time?” you asked in concern. “Deputy Poppernak told me I could stop in real quick
”
Beau shook his head and waved you in. “It’s all right. Come in, please.” 
He stood and walked around his desk to sit on its edge. 
“I have a feeling I’m gonna want whatever’s in that basket,” he added, nodding at the whicker you carried. You offered it to him, and your warm hand brushed his on the exchange. 
“Just a little something,” you said. “And an apology for making a scene at the bar last night.”
Beau frowned. “You’re not really blaming yourself for that, are you?”
Though he soon brightened, whistling lowly when he found a half dozen chocolate chip muffins under the checkered cloth. A smile grew across his face when it dawned on him. The first thing you offered him when he met you was this very same treat. 
He had a feeling your muffins would be even better. (...And he tried not to think about the potential double meaning there.)
“Damn, between you and your aunt Denise, I’m gonna have to start running again,” he quipped. His eyes met yours in amusement. “And between you and me, I freakin’ hate running.”
You chuckled at that. “I’m more of a yoga girl, myself.”
Beau’s brows rose in interest, but again, he tried not to picture you in some tight-ass yoga pants.
“Thank you for this,” he said, instead, waving the basket of muffins. He set it down beside him on the desk. “I definitely needed a pick-me-up today.”
You searched his face and began to frown at what you saw there. He both looked and sounded
tired, down. Not himself. 
You drew closer and chanced resting a hand on his arm. “Hey, are you okay?”
Beau glanced down at your hand. He took in a deep breath through his nose before he met your gaze again.
“Yeah, don’t you worry. Everything’s fine,” he said. You gave him a somewhat chiding look.
“Beau, you don’t have to tell me it’s okay when it’s not,” you said.
He considered you ruefully. He should’ve known you were perceptive enough to see right through him. Or maybe he was just a shit actor. 
He blew out a breath and nodded. “I asked Carla and Emily to stay with me for the next few days. At least until this investigation of Avery plays out.”
Your patient expression melted into worry. You had a feeling he wouldn’t do that unless things were truly dangerous. 
“See, that’s what I didn’t wanna see,” he said, lightly bumping a curled finger under your chin. Despite yourself, you smiled a little. “I just want them where I can see them, is all.” 
He was putting on a good front, but you weren’t convinced. And Beau could see that. He nodded at you to change the subject. 
“Has Mike tried to contact you?” he asked. It was your turn to let out a sigh.
“Only two calls and eleven texts before lunch, but I’m not answering. He’ll get the hint and go home soon,” you said. 
But Beau was perceptive too. He knew you well enough to read your added thoughts as you frowned and looked away. It said, At least, you hope he will. 
Beau wanted to reassure you, not just to help make you feel safe, but because his gut churned with both unease and anger at the thought of that guy harassing you. 
Beau reached out and gave into the temptation to stroke a thumb across your cheek, earning not just your attention, but your widening eyes. 
“Hey. No more worrying, huh?” he said. His voice was quieter, warmer. He gave you a smile, along with an assured look.
“If anything happens—” he started to say, but you actually beat him to it. You held his hand to your cheek, surprising him this time.
“Yeah, I know. I’ve got the sheriff on speed dial,” you said. Your smile was sweet and teasing. 
Beau had to smile back. His gaze roamed your face. Then your eyes dipped down to his lips. There was heat between you, prickling across your skin and zipping up his spine. It was an inevitable, raw kind of feeling.
He wanted, more than anything, to lean in those precious few inches and find out what you tasted like
 He wanted nothing more than to haul you up on this desk, hands sliding up the skirt of that sundress.  
But he held himself back with more self-control than he thought himself capable of. His hand fell away from your cheek. You looked up at him in confusion, and a bit of hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, in a lowered voice. “My life is
complicated.”
“And mine’s not?” you countered.
“Not the same,” Beau said. “Trust me. I uh, I’ve got some things in my past that I’m not proud of. Let’s just say you’re better off steering clear.”
“Let’s just say?” you repeated. Your brows drew together in frustration. “Why don’t you just say it? God knows you know everything about my messy life.”
Beau sighed. His gaze fell away from yours. 
“It’s not that simple, darlin’,” he said. 
He saw your disappointment, tinged with disbelief. As much as he didn’t want to hurt you, he also didn’t really have time to explain things properly to you. The truth was, he didn’t have time for this. 
“Look—” he tried, but you cut him off.
“No. It’s fine, I guess,” you said. You looked down at your shoes and muttered, mostly to yourself. “Em was right. You are an old clam.”
“What?” Beau asked in confusion. 
You shook your head and withdrew from him. 
“Okay, sorry. I just
you know what? I need to go,” you stumbled over your words a bit, and you backed away.    
It had Beau feeling at a loss already, not to mention the lance of guilt hitting him between the ribs. He stretched out a hand to you.
“Wait—”
You were too quick for him to stop, however. He watched you leave his office in a hurry, and mentally kicked himself all the while. He sighed and looked over at what you’d left behind—the damn basket of muffins. They smelled heavenly. Torturing him. 
Damn it all, he thought, until he played back the reel of what you’d said in his mind.
“Old clam?” he repeated. 
Once again, a knock on his office door disturbed his thoughts. Except this time, it was Deputy Poppernak.
He stopped short, seeing the furrowed look of confused, guilty frustration on the sheriff’s face. 
“Everything okay, boss?” 
“Fine,” Beau said, shaking his head. “What d’you got?”
Poppernak hesitated for a second, but he held up a file that he passed along. 
“Here’s everything I could dig up on the guy from the hotel shooting,” he said. 
 Good, Beau thought. A worthy distraction. 
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You gave Poppernak a belated wave on your way out. You didn’t want to answer any questions or talk to anyone else. You just wanted to escape to your car, where you covered your face with your hands and tried to breathe through the tears stinging in your eyes.
Once again, you felt stupid. Your heart was racing in the worst of ways.
So you peeled out of the police station and headed home

Or rather, you almost headed home. When you saw Dewell & Hoyt P.I. coming up on the right side of the road, you turned into the parking lot and went inside to see if your aunt was working. 
Cassie wasn’t in, but Denise and Emily were. You greeted them both with warm hugs (and you tried to hide your frustrations from the latter, especially). 
“What brought you in, hun?” Denise asked. 
“Nothing really. I was just in the area and decided to pop in,” you replied with a shrug. Denise smiled and rubbed your arm.
“Well good. Em’s actually going on a coffee run for us. You want anything?”
“No, no, I’m good,” you said. 
“You sure?” said Emily. “I can get you a banana bread or something.”
You smiled and shook your head, touching her arm in thanks. “It’s okay, honey. I just had lunch not too long ago.”
“Okay. Oh hey! Did you ask Dad about being on the podcast?” Emily asked. 
You blinked as you went blank for a moment. The last thing you wanted to do right now was see that man (even if your heart called you a liar). You narrowly kept yourself from lying to Emily as well.
“Uh, yeah, we did talk about it. He’s on board with the idea,” you said, trying to give her a smile. Maybe it didn’t reach your eyes, but Emily seemed to buy it. She smiled back in triumph.
“Yes! Okay, this is good. Now I just gotta start thinking of some questions and we’ll set a date to record the first episode,” she said, doing a little fist pump into the air. 
You tried to match her enthusiasm, but you knew you were falling short. Denise could see it too. Lucky for you, Emily ran off to get to the nearby bakery, the excitement keeping her face bright all the while. 
Denise turned to you knowingly. 
“Okay, grab a seat. I’ll make us some tea, and you can tell me what’s got you looking white as a sheet,” she said.
You sighed and sat down in the lounge area—a seating of couches and a chaise. You sat on the couch while Denise took the chaise. And between mugs of jasmine tea, you told her everything that happened at the precinct when you went to visit Beau.
When you were done explaining, Denise looked contemplative and sympathetic. However, you knew there was more to that look. 
“Okay. Honey, I know you don’t want to hear this, but he’s in a complex situation right now,” she said. “Between investigating Avery, and how it’s falling back on Carla and Emily—”
“I know. He told me about that,” you said. You were worried about them too. While you didn’t know Carla all that well, your friendship with Emily meant something to you. And not just because you had some
unnamed feelings for her father. 
Your bond with Emily had started at that damned camp, and solidified the night of Mary’s murder. “Trauma bonding” was a thing for a reason. But besides that experience, you genuinely enjoyed the girl’s company, hearing her talk about her interests in school, careers she was considering after college, and even helping her explore her creative side. She was young, but she was bright and mature for her age. 
You cared about what all this was putting her through
though you finally realized that Emily might not be comfortable with the thought of “you and Beau.”
“I don’t want to upset Emily with all this either,” you admitted. “I don’t even know what she thinks of her dad possibly dating again.”
And something else you hadn’t considered. Could all this shakeup between Avery and Carla, not to mention her and Emily staying at Beau’s place now

“God. Maybe he wants to get back together with his ex-wife,” you realized, with some small shock. 
It wasn’t inconceivable, and it had tears welling up in your eyes for a whole different reason.
"Oh, honey, you don't know that," Denise started to say. You shook your head and set down your tea.
“You know what? I’m just gonna go home,” you said, but Denise tried to keep you with gentle hands on your arms.
“Come on. You don’t have to go,” she said. 
You shook your head and eased out of her grasp. 
“Sorry. I just
it’s his choice, and if he’s already made it
” you trailed. You didn’t want to even acknowledge that your heart was fracturing. “Well, if that’s the case, then I have to respect that.”
Denise didn’t know what else to say to you. But that was just as well. 
“Tell Em I’m sorry, but I had to go,” you said. 
Denise protested, but you left Dewell & Hoyt before your tears could fall in earnest. 
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When you actually got home, you were exhausted. It was a case of emotional stress weighing down your body as you forced yourself up the stairs to your second-floor apartment.
You didn’t bother changing. Instead, you grabbed a familiar book of plays from your desk and dropped yourself onto the couch. You got comfortable with Much Ado About Nothing. You hadn’t finished reading it while at the camp, and you needed to brush up on it if you were going to be mentally prepared for the coming school year.
It felt like a world away, but at least with the characters in Much Ado, you had familiar ground. In the scene you were reading, the main characters, Beatrice and Benedick, were already at each other’s throats:
BENEDICK: What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?  
BEATRICE: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain if you come in her presence.  
BENEDICK: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I love none. 
BEATRICE: A dear happiness to women. They would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood I am of your humor for that. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
It was hard to believe that these two were supposed to fall in love. Actually, their later “epiphanies” would lead them to realize that the sniping and the arguments and the misunderstandings between them had been love all along

But you’d come to realize that there was no “Benedick” for you in real life. Sometimes, the angry sniping wasn’t sexual tension. It was just a man who’d never truly respect you.
And sometimes, the arguments and misunderstandings were just two people in the right place at the wrong time, never quite meant to be. 
Thankfully, a knock at your door interrupted your romantic musings. 
Releasing a sigh, you set Much Ado on the glass coffee table in front of you. You got up from the couch and went to the front door, where you looked in the peephole. Your lips drew into a frown, but your disbelief had you unlocking the door before you could think better of it.
“Michael?! What are you doing here?” you asked. 
He stood there with determination set across his face.
“We really need to talk.”
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AN: *Sigh.* This guy just doesn't learn, does he? And I'm not just talking about Michael.
Next Time:
“If you give me one more chance, I promise I won’t mess it up again. I’ll be the man you deserve,” Michael said, taking your hand and uncrossing your arms in the process. 
“Believe it or not, I took a week off without pay, just to be here and get a chance to say this to you: I love you. I love you. And I know now that it’s meant to be you.”
You hesitated, and even made the mistake of looking up into his eyes.
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Jared is (and I say this with the utmost sincerity and love because puppies = best things ever) a big, adorable, goofy Great Dane puppy. 💙💙
Jensen being sexy af and Jared being a hyper puppy I love it @k-slla @lacilou
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Favorite Walker Brothers Moment -
3.02, Sittin' On A Rainbow
The emotions in this entire episode are heartbreakingly and hauntingly beautiful. Jared & Keegan hit it out of the park with this. Season 3 will not be matched with its family dynamics & how it dealt with mental health.
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