Hello. I’m new. I’ve not been in this fandom for very long, but I’ve loved Supernatural for longer. I’ve now read some meta and have found it so uplifting and enjoyable to read through thoughts that reflect my own so perfectly that I felt inspired to begin putting my own impressions into actual words and sharing them with you all. Being in this fandom is like stepping out of the cold and into a warm, lovely, welcoming room of kindred spirits - all kinds of wonderful - so I do apologise for the repetition I’m undoubtedly going to bring to the table, but hopefully I may bring some fresh angles as well.
Part I of, well, I honestly have no idea.
That said - let’s start.
Romance or Bromance?
The core premise of a romantic coupling, the idea that makes the Love Story so powerful, is two people coming together to open each other’s eyes to what they really need, rather than what they think they want. It should be said that the bromantic coupling is also rooted in this idea: the completion of an emotional puzzle, where the character traits of the one help evolve and, ultimately, unless it’s a tragedy, better the other. However, I will argue my point in the following posts that the relationship between Dean and Castiel is, and always has been, romantic. Not only because of how the showrunners have chosen to write these characters’ dialogue, or because of the blatant use of romantic subtext, evident in how they’ve set up the shots and how the actors act out the scenes and how those scenes are then edited (more on all of that later), but because of how the showrunners have chosen to angle these characters’ joint journey of self-discovery.
Here’s what I mean: in many an example of the romantic narrative, two Opposites will argue and refuse to see eye-to-eye, but unavoidably they will learn from the lessons the other is teaching. This growth is what finally allows them to see past what they’ve always thought they wanted (the consciousexternal motivation for their journey) to what they really need (the subconsciousinternal goal of that journey), which is right in front of them: in the case of a romantic narrative this is their other half. Pairing up with their other half and getting what they need, in a well-written story, will usually result in the characters also being able to attain what they truly want, which is typically a variation of the external motivation they’ve been striving towards all along.
For example: In the romantic comedy Leap Year, the protagonist ANNA has one main desire, which is to marry her boyfriend, but she also wants to gain access to a prestigious apartment building in central Boston, which is made easier by the fact that she and her guy Friday are a successful couple, and they’ve both wanted to live in that particular building for a long time: an internal goal (marriage) going hand in hand with an external goal (apartment).
When Anna goes to Ireland to surprise her boyfriend by proposing to him (since he’s seriously dragging his feet), bad weather leaves her stranded and at the mercy of Irishman DECLAN, who runs the small hotel she finds refuge in. Anna and Declan clash immediately, but as Anna needs someone to get her to Dublin, and Declan needs cash to pay off the debts on the hotel, their journeys intertwine. A battle of wills ensues as they go on the road and both clamour for control of the situation, questioning the other’s behaviour, challenging one another and, ultimately, growing to understand each other and lend each other support and encouragement. By the end of their shared journey, their joint external motivation: Dublin or bust, will lead them to call out truths about each other that has them see new truths in themselves, ending in them fulfilling their inner goals: Declan makes peace with his past and Anna let’s go of her expertly planned future. Their reward for learning their lessons and daring to evolve: sharing true love and finding happiness together.
Why am I outlining the plot of this romcom? Because this romantic structure is so applicable to the interlinked character journeys of Dean and Cas - to the point where it’s such an integral part to their narrative - that I cannot imagine it’s not used with every intent and purpose. I would go so far as to say that Dean and Cas being the central love story is very much canon, and have so been since Castiel’s epic entrance into the series, because visual and verbal subtext is every bit as important as the superficially stated - I’d argue it’s more important - to the intricate narrative of this show. When it comes to why the showrunners would need to, rather than outright choose to, keep this love story in subtext is something I’ll (also) discuss further on, so back to the topic at hand: the romance.
Let’s begin with the two most vital ingredients for any narrative, but especially for the romantic one - The Characters.
In the scene where Charles tells Logan that they will come for him at the Statue of Liberty, Logan mistakes it for the end battle in X-Men (2000), but the hotel where Logan meets Laura is called the Liberty.
“I think I’m going to be sick…” SICK YURIO MAYBE?! (Possibly Otabek, Katsuki, or Viktor taking care of him?)
Hello friend! Thank you so much for your request! This one was actually written by a very special person to me, and I think it came out so perfectly. It takes place after the skaters have coffee the first night Otabek and Yurio became friends. Let’s call my friend Cupcake
Yuri had never been much of a coffee drinker, nor did he particularly enjoy tea. His coffee, if he were to drink any, would have to be something hot, composed almost entirely of frothy milk and sugar. That’s why, when he went for coffee with Otabek he ordered exactly that: the sweetest, most calorie-dense drink on the menu. Yakov wouldn’t be happy, but Yuri figured he was entitled to a treat every once in a while.
When he was halfway through his drink, and his and Otabek’s faces seemed much closer than they were earlier, the rich drink began to take effect. The milk settled uncomfortably in his stomach, the heat making his skin prickle. His throat seemed fight every sip. Even so, he smiled at the Kazakh man across from him and continued their playful conversation.
Everything had been going smoothly, other than Yuri having to turn his head every once in a while to stifle burps into his fist, until Victor Nikiforov and his band of misfits entered the quaint coffee shop and marched over to their table. Yuuri glanced quickly at Yuri’s fingers, which were annoyedly tapping the surface of the table, and looked like he wanted to say something before Victor began speaking.
“Oh good, you’re here! You two should come have dinner with us! Chris and Phichit are invited too!” Yurio noticed the two women behind Yuuri, his sister, Mari, and his ballet teacher, Minako, were practically vibrating with excitement. Before Yuri could politely decline, Victor said, “I’m not taking no for an answer!”
Not normally one to cater to Victor’s wishes, Yurio wanted to protest, but Otabek was already putting on his jacket and standing up to leave. Reluctantly, Yuri followed suit and stood. The coffee in his stomach twisted uncomfortably, and he decided against taking the last few sips. He left the mug on the table and walked out.
The restaurant at which they were to eat was less than a block away, and Otabek decided to leave his motorcycle in the lot of the cafe in favour of walking. Yuri trudged along behind everyone else, partially doubled over. The liquid splashing around his stomach was sending pangs of nausea through his system, reaching his throat. Yuri attempted to stand up straight, and the feeling in his stomach worsened. He his stomach bubbled, and he burped quietly, bringing a mouthful of foul-tasting liquid with it. He quickly swallowed it down.
Luckily, dinner passed quickly, and with little conversational effort from Yurio. The others around him had decided to order food for the table, and share it between them. Secretly, Yuri was glad. This way, no one would notice if he wasn’t eating. When the waiter brought the meal, Yuri’s stomach felt as though it were rising into his throat. The smell of the food made his mouth begin to water in a most foul way.
After nearly an hour of feigning disinterest, Yuri was finally given the cue to leave as everyone else stood up. Jean Jaques Leroy had appeared, someone Yuri found even more insufferable than Victor and his piggy-turned-fiancé. His stomach churned once more as he stood up, his mouth once again filling with metallic saliva. He had been battling with it all evening.
“Let me drive you back to the hotel.” Otabek proposed. It was not a question, it was an order. With every step towards the motorcycle, Yuri’s stomach protested more. He unleashed a maelstrom of wet burps into his fist, distrusting each one as they became more forceful.
“You’re quieter than usual tonight.” Otabek observed. Yurio shrugged, not wanting toped his mouth for fear of being sick on Otabek.
With a small degree of relief, and a large amount of panic, the two boys reached the bike. Otabek retrieved their helmets from under the seat, and handed the one to Yuri. Yuri took it soundlessly and placed it gently on his blonde head before climbing onto the back of Otabek’s motorcycle. His stomach settled slightly once he was sitting down. He wrapped his arms around Otabek’s stomach and let himself relax. The relaxation did not last long, however, because not long after, Otabek started the motorcycle, and pulled away from the curb.
What had been a fun ride in the middle of they turned out to be hellish at night. Although Yuri thought it was impossible to get sick on a motorcycle, he might’s well have been on a rollercoaster with how well his stomach was handling it. The coffee had unsettled his stomach more than it ever had before, the few bites of food at the restaurant exacerbating the nausea. Every bump on the road jostled him more than the last, and the feeling in his stomach grew more intense.
Otabek did not listen to music as he drove, and for that reason, Yuri had no distraction against the pain in his gut. Conversation on a motorcycle was a difficult feat, and Yuri had no intention of openings mouth unless it was absolutely necessary.
The motorcycle turned sharply, and Yuri, unable to breathe through the feeling anymore, tapped Otabek’s stomach rapidly. Otabek began to slow and pull to the side of the road.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, emotionless.
“I think…I’m going to be sick,” Yuri confessed, and clambered off the seat. Otabek had stopped near an alley, and Yuri was grateful for that. The last thing he needed were publicized images of him being sick all over himself.
He wandered into the mouth of the alley, careful not to go too far. He made it into the shadows in time to retch painfully. He doubled over, placing his hands on his knees. He took a gasping breath and retched again. There was a tug in his gut, and suddenly the small dinner he had had was gushing past his lips in a thick stream. He coughed forcefully, spitting more vomit onto the pavement in front of his feet.
Otabek had stood his bike up and joined Yuri in the mouth of the alleyway, and stood beside him, trying to avert his eyes.
It wasn’t often that Yuri fell ill, and it was even more rare to be without his grandfather or Yakov when it happened. His breathing ragged, he attempted to choke down another gag, only to have sick force it’s way up his esophagus of it’s own accord. The warm, burning liquid dripped from his nose as more acid splattered onto the ground.
Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, forced out by the powerful retching. He coughed loudly.
“Are you done?” Asked Otabek softly. Yuri shook his head without looking up, and gagged up another mouthful of sick. His body ached from the effort and his nose and throat burned. His mouth tasted foul. He took a shuddering breath and swiped at his tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand.
To his surprise, the tears kept coming. He kept his head down, staring into the puddle of brown sick.
“Alright,” Otabek grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. To his credit, he did not wince at the tears, or the vomit under Yuri’s nose and mouth. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”
Paris isn’t like any other city when it comes to hotels. For instance, a
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‘palace’ distinction. While all the hotels have very high standards,
we’re leaving it to the guests to decide on which is the best – however,
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“We’re married, I swear. It sounds crazy but we are. I was in 2020, and then I woke up back in 2010 and life is very different but there has to be a reason why I found you again, right? Please, listen to me.” Zayn pleads while Liam looks freaked out, “Uhh, sorry mate, but I don’t even know you, you must’ve gotten me wrong for some other bloke.”
❝ He feels like he isn’t doing it for Zayn anymore, because the interest in his mind starts building a tower for itself and he brings himself not to mind anymore. ❞or where Liam and Zayn fall in love over Bollywood-y things.
This last 18 months have all been about endings and not just temporary endings, permanent change and Liam just wants to feel like the ground isn’t quicksand under his feet anymore.A story where Liam’s parents head for Australia leaving him with no choice but to find a nanny to help him take care of Hannah. This is what happens next.
He lived in a world where people are born inked with words forearms and wrists. Words that have meaning and reason. The first words your soulmate directs at you. (Or alternatively, just another soulmate AU)
Inspired by this tumblr post: "AU where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle, nobody else in the world has that tattoo. Every time you fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. (not necessarily soulmates, just who you fall in love with)."Zayn Malik, who only has one tattoo on his body that wasn’t his own, and that was enough. He didn’t need anymore than that, it was difficult enough the first time.Liam Payne, the popstar who falls in love too easily, whose body is scattered with tattoos.So what happens when they meet and find a new tattoo on each of their bodies? I blame the Superhero Incident.
The lives of two dads, a baby, and a puppy intertwine in a (short) tale of giggling and yapping.– It’s entertaining to the point of Zayn belatedly realising he’s no longer behind Liam. Instead, he now watches the adorable ‘massacre’ from Liam’s lap, soothed by a gentle warm hand on his back. Gentle circles on the small of his back underneath his shirt. This is certain to make him melt every time."It’s cute, but— we’re watching this 'cos…?”“Obvious, innit?” Liam grins, eyes crinkling up as his whole face lights up with excitement. “Alim’s getting his own dog."Well, Zayn can’t say he saw this one coming. – Or the one where Zayn should learn how to say 'no’ to Liam.
Inspired by the Friends episode “The one where everyone finds out.”Liam and Zayn decide to see how long it takes the other boys to figure out they’re together, added to them not allowed to leave their hotel, turns into a battle to see who wins.They don’t know that we know that they know that we know.
Romeo and Juliet, their love story is one of the most told around the world, except, aren’t love stories supposed to end with happily ever afters?So what happens when Zayn Malik, son of one of the most well known and richest CEOs in London, falls in love with the son of his father’s rival, Liam Payne?Will their love story end like Romeo and Juliet’s, with poison and blood, or will theirs be different?
Zayn hates swimming pools. He has to go pick up his daughter from one, when he sees her swimming teacher, he may just forget how much he hates them.(a prompt fill from Tumblr for Single Dad/Teacher AU. and another exercise in how I can’t come up with titles for love nor money)
Ethan giggled at that, pressing his little fingers into Zayn’s beard. “Your kisses tickle, papa!”Zayn froze, his lips on the tip of Ethan’s nose. He and Liam had only been together a few months, and Ethan routinely called him ‘Zee’……so this? This was new.
Apart from a failed relationship and a secret that he’s not sharing with anyone, Liam likes his orderly life just fine. Zayn hates people like Liam and when a chance encounter throws them together, neither of them are prepared for what follows.
Liam and Zayn have been married for years, and have three beautiful sons. Liam works from home to take care of the house and the kids, while Zayn spends all of his time working. Dealing with an angsty teenager, a hyper 7 year old, and a quickly growing toddler (mostly) alone is dragging him down to a place he hasn’t been since before he and Zayn met. At least their dog is cute.
Zayn and Liam are the world’s best football players and they both play for opposite teams. Zayn had a hard time growing up and struggles a lot with anxiety and pressure problems and he hates Liam for always being cool and chill and perfect. So when the two rivals finally meet, things go down a completely different road than Zayn had expected.
Liam’s boyfriend recently broke up with her and Zayn decides to have a girls night in… just one tender touch leads to a passionate night and Liam can’t help but wonder if this temporary fix can solve her heartache.
In which Liam’s girlfriend of 2 years breaks up with him, leaving him an absolute pathetic, wreck, so his friends [Niall, Harry, Louis, and Zayn] take it upon themselves to take him out to a club after weeks of solitude.While they’re there, Zayn unknowingly helps Liam hook up with a girl, which results in Liam begging Zayn to be his wingman and help him hook up with anyone he deems worthy.Zayn agrees [sort of], but unbeknownst to Liam, there’s just a faint problem.Zayn is helplessly, irrevocably, and unbelievably in love with Liam.
The moment the sentence drops on the table he notices the way Liam starts to shake before he’s looking into his eyes with this incredulous look on his face. “You’d want that?” He heaves out his tone almost bewildered. Zayn just grabs his fingers under the table and presses. “If I didn’t – you’d know by now I wouldn’t have stuck around.” “But you’re so – I don’t really know how to put it – just –” “Shush it.” He orders maybe a bit too harshly. “You’re one of the best things that have entered my life since she left it. Kiss me.” He watches as Liam’s eyes divert towards the girls lost in the tablet Liam handed Vi in the car. “Kiss me.” He says again. “From the look of them, they’ll be just fine with the news.”
Zayn Malik is one of the highest paid escorts in London. He’s good at his job, he knows this. But it’s not his chosen field, it’s easy money so he can have a chance to pursue his chosen field without becoming homeless. His employer Caroline has many rules to keep him safe but Zayn only has one ‘Don’t Get Attached’. Of course, there was always going to be one, the guy who would come in to the picture and make Zayn’s easy job almost impossible.
What is grief? In technical terms, it is a multifaceted response to loss, particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died, to which a bond or affection was formed. Although conventionally focused on the emotional response to loss, it also has physical, cognitive, behavioral, social, and philosophical dimensions. My mum likes to say that grief is the invisible anchor that has kept me in my bed, too weary to properly function. Grief is what cause people to look at me strangely when I suddenly can’t breathe because I saw something that forced me to think of him. It shouldn’t be this hard. He was just a boy. A boy with freckled cheeks that crinkled by his eyes every time his frown that would curve upwards and instantly have everyone surrounding him grinning too. To me, grief had very little similiarities to what I have been going through since the day his mum called mine with news that would change my life forever.
Liam’s been blind since he’s eight, and he’s now twenty three. Zayn’s a painter who plays his music too loud, and always wears a collogne that sticks in the hallways. Liam has an imaginative mind, and Zayn has the brushes to paint it. They help each other out.
This story is played in the mid 19th.. Zayn, Louis and Niall are pirate friends and their captain is Louis. Harry is a British nobleman who will join in by a few chapters.. And the major character is Liam, the captain of a birtish navy ship. All of them will eventually get together, with Some accidents..
In the early 19th century, The two most prestigious packs of London, the Paynes and Maliks hate each other guts. So The Alpha king, who was mostly a peaceful man decided to have an end to this feud by tying an Alpha with an omega of the other pack. Once this agreement achieved the couple would get a tempting prize, but would the two families allow the chosen couple to have some peace?
He barely set foot
outside the hotel when a snowball hit him right in the ear, making Zen curse
like a sailor.
with a snowball in each hand, Seven started throwing his ammo around wildly, MC
shrieking and laughing while trying to run away while Yoosung hid behind his
strategically placed snow wall, already prepared. Some of the tourists stopped
to stare at them and one of them even joined in. Soon the area wasn’t safe for
anyone with the blonde getting the most hits in.
Zen shielded himself
with his arms when two more snowballs crashed right into him. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight! Pulling up his
hoodie to keep his hair pristine, he ducked behind a wooden bench and started
making his own snowballs. The snow refused to cooperate, his gloves making it
hard to keep it in shape.
Just as he had scooped
up enough to form a decent throwing weapon, he spotted Jumin and Jaehee
standing close to a tree, trying to stay away from the battlefield. An evil
smirk appeared on Zen’s face. Keeping low to ground, he snuck around the plaza
until he got close and gave his best shot.
He watched the
snowball hit the back of Jumin’s head, cold goop sliding down his
expensive-looking jacket. The CEO let out the most high-pitched scream while
clawing at his back in agony, scaring the crap out of Jaehee.
“Hiyaaaah!” Oh, Jumin
was never going to let him get away with this.
Zen ran away laughing
when his dark eyes spotted him, absolutely furious. A snowball flew past him,
not even coming close. Tough luck, he was faster than anyone in the RFA-
“I’ll buy a new coat
for whoever hits Zen!” On Jumin’s words, everyone else stopped their onslaught
and turned to Zen who skidded to a halt in the middle of plaza, suddenly
“THAT’S CHEATING!” He
screeched but to no avail as everyone including a few more tourists set their
sights on him, snowballs hitting him at such a rapid pace, making him slip and fall
on his back. In a matter of seconds Jumin loomed over him, holding up a good
amount of slush and looking way too smug.
“Beg for mercy and I
may spare you.”
“Never!” In a last
ditch effort he reached out and pulled the executive’s jacket hard, resulting
in Jumin falling forward and right on top of Zen, knocking the wind out of him.
For a few seconds he
was disorientated, then he became highly aware of Jumin’s body lying right on
his and felt heat spread across his face. Before either of them could react, MC
arrived and chucked a bucketful of snow on top of them, making them both look
like badly made snowmen.
“Stop making out, you
two!” She joked and ran off towards a panicking Yoosung, jumping over his
crumbling wall and caking him in ice.
Trying to get back up,
Zen saw Jumin lean in, giving a fiery kiss which made his fingers tingle and his mind race. Just as he closed his eyes, he felt those lips move away and received a pile of snow
right in his face.
Damn you Jumin Han!
Sputtering and gagging
while wiping slush off his face, Jumin already ran off into the winter chaos. Zen
stood up and gave chase, exacting his revenge on every RFA member he could
find, but mostly on Jumin.
His hot chocolate
afterwards never tasted sweeter.
ty @bahmut for these very lazy prompts. more ignis/aranea.
after he presses send, gladio bursts into laughter. “i’m sorry,” he says, “i didn’t think you would actually listen to me.” ignis looks back at the eggplant emoji that gladio suggested because “it means you want to make her eggplant parmesan. or something.” “why would you send her an eggplant?” noctis asks. “isn’t that supposed to be a penis joke?” prompto adds. ignis sighs and plots his revenge.
ignis takes her up on her offer to “train” him in the event that they meet up again, arranging a rendezvous not prompted by sudden daemon attacks. intending to take this opportunity seriously, he trades in his shirt and slacks for his preferred training gear. aranea licks her lips when she sees him and ignis feels flushed despite his missing warm up. “is that a lance in your pants,” she drawls, “or are you just happy to see me?“