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Not Supernatural related but I happen to be in The Walking Dead fandom as well. So I am obligated to share this amazing fic that was written by a friend of mine.
Bar Scene
tags: negan x male reader, no apocalypse au, soft romance, a little bit of a slow burn.
warnings: one of the characters are drunk in this one, a tiny bit of angst.
thanks: special thanks to @waywardseraph for helping me with this one!
It was a standing thing we did. If a date one of us went on was unsuccessful, we would drive to a bar and get dinner together. We’ve been friends since we were in high school, him being a grade above me. This friendship has carried on into our adult lives.
He was there when I came out and I was there when Lucille passed.
We made it to the bar, parking the car. Walking inside, I hung up my coat. “Alright,” he says to me “you know the rules. The one rejected gets to drink and the one who wasn’t is the designated driver.”
I nod. “Yes. I do know. Because you mention this every time we come here.”
He gives me a look™ and we walk to the bar. Several drinks later, he’s giggling over the bar top, and I'm trying (and failing) to contain my laughter.
“Okay, man. You’ve had enough.”
“One more for the road?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Please?”
“No. I'm not watching you pass out on the floor again.”
“Please?”
Getting an idea, I relent. “Yeah, one more. But I'm picking.”
“Fffffffffffffine.”
I walk up to the bar, leaning over so he can’t hear me whisper. “One water. Can you please put it in a glass, so he doesn't know?”
He smiles and fixes the drink. “Light drinker?”
“No, he just drinks in excess.”
“Ah. How long have you been married?”
I choke on my own spit.
“We’re not- I’m not his-”
He comes up behind me and slings his arm around my shoulders. “Oh, it feels like forever.” He has that smile on his face. That one smile.
I hand him his drink. He shoots the water back like its whiskey, letting out a satisfied sigh.
“What was that?”
“Gin and tonic.” I smile, letting the smooth lie fall from my lips.
He sets the glass down and I pay our tab. I grab our coats and walk him to the car. He’s giggling and stumbling toward the car grabbing onto my coat. I gently open the door for him and help him sit down.
I go to the driver's side and put the car in reverse. Swiveling my head around, I make sure I'm not about to hit any cars behind me. Turning my head, I made eye contact with him. He’s still got that smile on his face.
“What are you looking at me like that for?”
He doesn’t turn his head away. “Nothing.”
I turn back to the road. I pull out of the parking lot and drive back to his house. On the drive home, he didn't take his eyes off of me.
I pulled into his driveway, putting the car into park. He’s still looking over at me. He gently takes my hand off the gearshift and raises it to his lips. My heart starts beating rapidly, my breathing heavily. “What are you doing here, Negan?”
He just smiles and presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles.
My ears go pink, and my lips start to shake.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. He gently puts down my hand.
“What did you do that for?”
He leans back into his seat, a dopey grin on his face. “I get tired of going on these dates, you know?”
I nod. “I know what you mean. Why did you kiss my hand like that?”
“I’m tired of going on these dates, man. None of these girls are gonna be Lucille. I keep searching for pieces of her in these girls and always end up finding nothing.”
I look away. I missed her too. She was my best friend and not a day goes by that I don't think of her.
“But the other day it occurred to me. Maybe I need to stop looking for Lucille.”
I feel my eyes start stinging. I felt like I was about to cry.
“She was one in a million. She meant a lot to everybody around her. Me. You, especially. And I miss her so much.”
“I don't think I'm ever gonna find another one like her. But I think that’s gonna be ok.”
I look over at him. There were tears in my eyes, but I wasn't crying yet. “Why?”
He looks at me, and the look in his eyes is so sweet and it makes my heart clench.
“Because I found you.”
I shake my head. “Negan, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you're saying.”
“I do. I really do.”
“You wouldn’t be saying this if you were sober.”
“You're not understanding.”
“I think I understand enough.” I open my door and walk over to his side of the car. I open his door, offering a hand to let him out. He looks up at me with an unreadable expression. “You don’t understand shit.”
“I understand that you're drunk. And you're not thinking clearly.”
I pull him up and walk him inside. I take off his jacket and hang it up. I sit him down and take off his shoes and socks.
I walk him up the stairs to his bedroom. I lay him down on his bed.
I go to the bathroom and get painkillers and a glass of water.
I brought them back to his room, placing them on his nightstand. I look over at him, and he seems to be fast asleep. I turn to leave, but his hand reaches out to grab mine.
His dark eyes meet mine, and I hear him whisper, “Stay.”
I look down at him. “I really shouldn’t.”
“Stay.”
I look at him and he looks back at me. I walk around to the other side of the bed and take off my shoes. I lay down beside him. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around me.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple and fell asleep.
I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
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Thank you
Devour(2005)
You're welcome.
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the girls that get it get it
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Same, Sam, Same
This actually makes me laugh every time
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BOOP GOD HAS ENTERED THE TUMBLR!
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Same, Dean, Same
Sam: You better have a good reason for doing that
Dean: Oh I have several
Dean: Pettiness
Dean: ... anger
Sam: That's it?
Castiel: He also has a deep-seated need for attention
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road trippin' boys (1)
Outsider POV. Snapshots from the Great Winchesters (and Castiel) Lifelong Road Trip.
wc: 820
a/n: this chapter inspired by this post from @stonelions <3 thanks for your cute art
Corinth, MS.
They came into the Starbucks around 8:20 a.m., two rugged men, one dark haired, stoic and thoughtful, the other sort of blond, larger-than-life and full of laughter, attached to his friend at the hip. They ambled up to the end of the line, the loud one garnering stares at his continued punning, laughing at his own jokes as his friend furrowed his brow and squinted at the menu.
Bailey couldn't stop flicking her eyes back to the two men as she took the orders of the customers at the front of the line. Two americanos, one plain black drip.
The way they interacted with each other was easy; the blond explaining the differences between drinks with about an inch of space between his mouth and his friend's ear.
A vanilla frappe.
The bell on the door jingled as another, even taller man entered and went to stand by the pair. Now within earshot of them, Bailey heard him say, "Can you order me a latte with oat milk? I'm gonna run to the bathroom."
The blond one snorted. "Dude. That's such a fruity ass drink. You gonna Instagram it too?" He mimed taking a picture with the hand opposite his friend.
The other man rolled his eyes and smiled gently, clearly used to the teasing. "Whatever, man."
As he loped away in the direction of the restroom, it was finally their turn to order. Bailey greeted them with a smile. "What can I get started for y'all?"
"Uh, yeah," the blond started, an impish smile gracing his face. "Can I get a, uh, venti flat white, a 16 ounce black coffee - dark roast - and a latte with oat milk?" He made a face at the last item.
"Sure thing," Bailey said, tapping the screen in front of her quickly. The dark-haired man leaned in and whispered something in the blond's ear. Flat white, dark roast...
"What size was the latte?" Bailey asked, feeling weird about interrupting the shared moment but needing to do her job.
"Uhhhhhh," the blond thought aloud. They were sure awful close to each other. They overlapped, the blond standing just barely behind the dark-haired one. Bailey realized that he seemed to have his arm around his friend's waist.
Oh. They're light in the loafers, Bailey thought. Just then, their other friend emerged from the bathroom.
"Sammy!" the blond called across the cafe. "What size?"
Sammy reached his friends' side quickly. He smiled down at Bailey, all shining white teeth against his tan skin. "Grande, please." The pair turned away to find a table. The blond had his hand in the other's back pocket, whispering mischievously to him.
Bailey found herself blushing, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the public display of affection or Sammy's smile. She told him the price and he sighed upon realizing his friends had sneaked away to make him pay for their coffee. Just Sam, he gave his name as, and went to join his friends.
As Bailey made their drinks, she kept an eye on them over the counter, trying not to stare. Didn't get a lot of gay people in this small town. They seemed happier than most married churchgoing couples she knew. In a way, she envied their freedom. They clearly weren't worried about the looks they were getting from the Bible study group sitting by the fireplace.
Must be nice, she thought as she set their drinks on the pickup counter. "Sam?"
He raised himself from the table where they had been arguing halfheartedly over someone's cell phone about where to stop for lunch. "Can I get a drink carrier for these?" he asked, giving her that same white-toothed smile as he didn't even have to check if they had come to help him.
"'Course," Bailey complied, fetching him one from under the counter.
"Thank you," he said smoothly. "Hey, sorry if my brother is being kind of loud," he said sheepishly as he secured the drinks into the cardboard holder. "Noticed some people giving us looks."
"I don't think that's why," Bailey said before she could stop herself, and clapped a hand over her mouth in horror. "I'm sorry-"
"No, it's okay." That smile was reassuring now as he took the drink carrier into his hands. He looked back at the table, where his brother was still chatting animatedly with his partner, who sat there with a small smile on his face, just listening. He looked peaceful. "I know, it's a small town. They just... don't care I guess. Never been ones to shy away from judgement."
"Devil-may-care, huh?"
"Yup. Thanks, uh," his eyes flicked down to her name tag. "Bailey."
Her heart fluttered. "'Course. Have a great trip, Sam."
He went back to his brother and his partner and the three of them headed for the door. Sam's brother's hand found its way back into the pocket of his partner. Bailey could've swore she saw him wink at the Bible study group.
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Castiel is so sweet. I love him so much. Absolutely swooning. 10/10
Blind Date
tags: Castiel x male reader, fluff, angst, male reader,
warnings: possible OOC, angst, reference to past relationships that weren't great, reader gets stood up.
taglist:@agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666 @waywardseraph @wraith-posts
When I agreed to do this, I didn't think there’d be this much waiting. I thought he would have been here by now. But sitting at the restaurant for thirty minutes seemed to me like he wasn’t coming.
I made a deal with myself to wait another ten minutes and if he didn’t show up, I was going home.
Another five minutes, I sat, tearing up napkins.
Three minutes pass.
“Screw it.” I mutter.
I grab my coat, dropping 5 bucks on the table.
On my way to the door, I bump into someone. Turning to say “excuse me.”, my eyes meet with a familiar shade of blue.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Cas. What are you doing here?”
“Dean asked me to pick something up. What are you doing here?”
“Nothing anymore.”
His lips shape into a frown. “What’s nothing?”
“One of my friends set me up on a blind date.”
“How did it go?”
I breathe out a heavy sigh. “It didn’t.”
“He didn't show up?”
I shake my head. He looks at me with what I guess is pity, and then back at the tables.
“I’m sorry.”
I smile at him and shake my head. “Don't be, it's not your fault.”
“May I sit with you?”
I look at him in confusion. “Aren’t you picking something up for Dean?”
He smiles gently at me, “it can wait.”
I smile back at him, “Pie?”
He nods. “Pie.”
He gestures to the table I was just sitting at. I look at the table and then back at him, “you sure?”
He nods.
I walk to the table, setting my stuff down. He sits across from me. We just watch each other awkwardly. I don’t know what to say to him and I doubt he knows what to say to me. I look down at my hands.
“Why do you go on these dates?”
I breathe out a sigh. “I honestly don’t know anymore. I never have any luck, and when I do hit it off with someone, they never contact me again. And I don't know if it's me or if it's just….”
We sit in silence for a moment, and I lean back into my seat, wallowing in sadness and self-pity.
“Can you look at me for a second?’
I look up at him, sure that I’m going to get some kind of stern expression and aggressive words to stop with the pity party. And I know he wouldn’t do something like that, but it’s just a common occurrence that I've learned to expect from everybody. But no, his expression is kind, his eyes are gentle.
“Even if you don’t can’t find someone who will love you right away, please don’t give up hope. There are still people out there who care about you.”
“I don’t really have a lot of people in my life, Cas.”
“You have Dean, and Sam, and you have me. You have your friends. Your family. You’re not alone.”
“It feels like I am sometimes.”
“Because no one’s interested in you romantically.”
“Yes.”
“How do you know that’s the case?”
“Because they never make an attempt to contact me after the first date, so I'm just left to wonder what I did wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. You just haven’t found the right person.”
I look down at my hands again. He covers them with his own. I look up at him again. There’s sympathy there.
I squeeze his hand and then let go. I grab my stuff and head out.
As I'm walking to my car, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and I see Cas.
I force a smile onto my face. “Hey Cas. What’s up?”
He looks nervous. I unlock my car and open the door.
“Before you left, I wanted to give you something.”
“What is it?”
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “It’s a surprise. I’m going to have to ask you to do something strange.”
I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “Like what?”
He looks away. “I need you to close your eyes.”
“Are you sure you can’t just tell me?”
He looks back up at me, his expression serious. “I’m sure.”
I sigh, closing my eyes.
I hear a shift, like he’s moving, maybe adjusting his coat. He takes a step.
I shift from one foot to the other. Waiting.
I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I jump from the sudden and unexpected touch. “Cas, what are you-”
His hand moves to my face, his thumb brushing my eyelashes gently.
He takes a step closer.
I feel his lips brush mine.
My eyes open wide, and I take a step back, but I realize it's all for nothing, because there’s no one in front of me.
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I expect a new chapter on my desk every Friday.
road trippin' boys (1)
Outsider POV. Snapshots from the Great Winchesters (and Castiel) Lifelong Road Trip.
wc: 820
a/n: this chapter inspired by this post from @stonelions <3 thanks for your cute art
Corinth, MS.
They came into the Starbucks around 8:20 a.m., two rugged men, one dark haired, stoic and thoughtful, the other sort of blond, larger-than-life and full of laughter, attached to his friend at the hip. They ambled up to the end of the line, the loud one garnering stares at his continued punning, laughing at his own jokes as his friend furrowed his brow and squinted at the menu.
Bailey couldn't stop flicking her eyes back to the two men as she took the orders of the customers at the front of the line. Two americanos, one plain black drip.
The way they interacted with each other was easy; the blond explaining the differences between drinks with about an inch of space between his mouth and his friend's ear.
A vanilla frappe.
The bell on the door jingled as another, even taller man entered and went to stand by the pair. Now within earshot of them, Bailey heard him say, "Can you order me a latte with oat milk? I'm gonna run to the bathroom."
The blond one snorted. "Dude. That's such a fruity ass drink. You gonna Instagram it too?" He mimed taking a picture with the hand opposite his friend.
The other man rolled his eyes and smiled gently, clearly used to the teasing. "Whatever, man."
As he loped away in the direction of the restroom, it was finally their turn to order. Bailey greeted them with a smile. "What can I get started for y'all?"
"Uh, yeah," the blond started, an impish smile gracing his face. "Can I get a, uh, venti flat white, a 16 ounce black coffee - dark roast - and a latte with oat milk?" He made a face at the last item.
"Sure thing," Bailey said, tapping the screen in front of her quickly. The dark-haired man leaned in and whispered something in the blond's ear. Flat white, dark roast...
"What size was the latte?" Bailey asked, feeling weird about interrupting the shared moment but needing to do her job.
"Uhhhhhh," the blond thought aloud. They were sure awful close to each other. They overlapped, the blond standing just barely behind the dark-haired one. Bailey realized that he seemed to have his arm around his friend's waist.
Oh. They're light in the loafers, Bailey thought. Just then, their other friend emerged from the bathroom.
"Sammy!" the blond called across the cafe. "What size?"
Sammy reached his friends' side quickly. He smiled down at Bailey, all shining white teeth against his tan skin. "Grande, please." The pair turned away to find a table. The blond had his hand in the other's back pocket, whispering mischievously to him.
Bailey found herself blushing, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the public display of affection or Sammy's smile. She told him the price and he sighed upon realizing his friends had sneaked away to make him pay for their coffee. Just Sam, he gave his name as, and went to join his friends.
As Bailey made their drinks, she kept an eye on them over the counter, trying not to stare. Didn't get a lot of gay people in this small town. They seemed happier than most married churchgoing couples she knew. In a way, she envied their freedom. They clearly weren't worried about the looks they were getting from the Bible study group sitting by the fireplace.
Must be nice, she thought as she set their drinks on the pickup counter. "Sam?"
He raised himself from the table where they had been arguing halfheartedly over someone's cell phone about where to stop for lunch. "Can I get a drink carrier for these?" he asked, giving her that same white-toothed smile as he didn't even have to check if they had come to help him.
"'Course," Bailey complied, fetching him one from under the counter.
"Thank you," he said smoothly. "Hey, sorry if my brother is being kind of loud," he said sheepishly as he secured the drinks into the cardboard holder. "Noticed some people giving us looks."
"I don't think that's why," Bailey said before she could stop herself, and clapped a hand over her mouth in horror. "I'm sorry-"
"No, it's okay." That smile was reassuring now as he took the drink carrier into his hands. He looked back at the table, where his brother was still chatting animatedly with his partner, who sat there with a small smile on his face, just listening. He looked peaceful. "I know, it's a small town. They just... don't care I guess. Never been ones to shy away from judgement."
"Devil-may-care, huh?"
"Yup. Thanks, uh," his eyes flicked down to her name tag. "Bailey."
Her heart fluttered. "'Course. Have a great trip, Sam."
He went back to his brother and his partner and the three of them headed for the door. Sam's brother's hand found its way back into the pocket of his partner. Bailey could've swore she saw him wink at the Bible study group.
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Nothing cures sadness better than a heartbreaking destiel edit. That’s my excuse for making this video. I hope you like it! ^-^
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A fic made by a good friend of mine. 💙
Cowboys are frequently (secretly) fond of each other
Part 2
Tags: Dean Winchester x Cowboy! Reader, fluff, flirting, male reader, soft romance.
Warnings: possibly OOC, no use of Y/N.
Taglist: @wraith-posts @waywardseraph @agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666
He looked at me, then at my father, then back to me. I focus on my hands on the table. My father was the first to speak. “I’ve been tracking this thing for a while.” I open my mouth, choking on the lump in my throat. “What is it?”
My father looks over at me. “A vampire.” I start thinking back to all of the evidence of the last case. “But that doesn’t make sense. It was an animal that was killed, not a person.”
“Son, with all due respect, I've been on this case a lot longer than you.” I looked up at him in shock. “How long have you been in town, dad?” He looked over at me, his expression kept neutral. “How long?” I demanded. His expression turned into something more solemn. “Two weeks.”
“Two weeks? And you didn’t even try to make contact with me?”
“I knew you wouldn’t want to get involved.”
I felt my expression morph into that of anger. “You’re my dad! And you’re always moving around, so it’s not like I'm ever going to see you unless you’re passing through.”
My father’s face crumpled into a face of sorrow and irritation. His eyebrows scrunched into an expression of anger. “That wouldn’t even be a problem if you had never left the life.”
I scoff, my eyes stinging with tears. I managed to put a smile on my face. “And here I thought you supported me. Guess I was wrong.” I grab my coat and hat and leave the bar. I put my hat on my head and stepped outside, but then stopped when I realized that someone drove me here.
I put on my jacket, and the door opened behind me. “I don’t want to talk to you, dad.” but a different voice answered me. “Good thing I'm not your dad. You sound like a spitfire when you’re angry.”
I turn around and look at Dean. I study his face for any changes, but it’s mostly the same. Still the same freckles. Still the same stubble, the same eyes. God, I adore those eyes. I could never get tired of those eyes.
I study his expression yet again. He’s hurt, confused, but there’s still some affection there. “I’m so sorry.” he blinks. More confusion.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I could have told you.”
He steps closer to me, his expression going soft. “Baby, we didn’t know. It’s ok.”
I laugh.
“What?”
“I didn’t know we were using pet names this early in our relationship.”
His expression brightens considerably. “There’s a relationship?”
My face begins to copy his grin. “There could be, but I'm gonna need your name first.”
He sticks out his hand for a shake. “Dean. Winchester.”
I shake his hand and gently pull him close to me. He smiles and rests his forehead against mine. I look into those green eyes and breathe in his scent. He smells like gun smoke and leather. The love in his eyes is so pure and so intense.
“Hey. what do you say we get out of here?”
I let out a girlish giggle and take his hand. We ran back to his car and got inside.
He turns the heaters on, putting our hands in front of it. We smile at each other for a soft and warm moment.
I gently take his head into my hands. Looking at him now, those green eyes are all I see. I could see the most beautiful forests in the world, but they wouldn’t be Dean's eyes. I lean away from him and take off my hat, gently placing it on his head.
His laughs, tilting the hat. I look deeper into his eyes. His face sobers up, looking deeply into mine. He gently slides the hat off. His hands find their way to my waist. He pulls me onto his lap.
“What are we going to do about the vamps?”
My hands are on the back of his neck. “I think that’s a problem for the future Dean.”
A goofy grin slips onto my face. “What about right now Dean?”
He smiles, and the dying sunlight hits his eyes in that way that makes them glow.
He leans forward, with a smile. “I’m sure he can think of a few ideas.”
I lean with him. I place a hand on his cheek. I feel the smile drop from my face. I look into his green, green eyes for what feels like an eternity.
Our breaths begin to blend into each other, becoming another beautiful product of us. His eyes became half lidded, his expression going soft. I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes.
“Hey.”
I open my eyes. “Yeah?”
“Are you sure you want to be a part of my life? I’m not gonna lie to you, there’s always crap going on.”
My grip on his face becomes firmer. “I want this. All of this. I want your crap, your bad days. I want your sadness and your joy too. I want to share your life with mine. I want to be a part of your life. I want you.”
“And I want all of yours.” He holds out his pinky. “I know it seems like a cliche, but…promise?”
“I can think of a better idea.”
I pull him into me, our lips crashing together.
I feel the rest of the world fall away, and all that’s left is him and I.
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It’s amazing!!!! 10/10!
I tried my best and all I have to say is people who regularly make edits are fucking saints cz holy shit this was harder than I expected
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