it must have been like a dream to wear those dresses for her lol

Hasty Decisions- Part 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

3800 Words ( I laugh because this was supposed to be a drabble!)

Story Summary: After you hastily give yourself up to save Sam, you realize that things aren’t as they seem. That your intended Crowley might have played a trick on you.

A/N: This was requested by @winchester-writes. Well, at least part one was, lol. Also, I really have no clue how this turned out.

Read Part 1 HERE

6 Months Later

Sitting on your own throne, you studied your nails as Crowley’s minions droned on and on about some project to bring in more souls. It was boring, and you wished you could be somewhere else, anywhere else. Crowley seemed just as bored as you, with his head resting on his fist, glaring at the Demon who read from the long scroll of parchment.

“What do you think my love?” He asked you, breaking you from your thoughts. “After all, you’ve been training to overtake the role as Queen of the Crossroads.”

“I think I’m bored with such matters. Send more Demons out if you must, offering deals at places other than crossroads.” You muttered, standing up and wiping down the skirt of your black silk dress. Gone were your jeans and flannels. Crowley insisted you dressed the part of Queen, with your own personal dressmaker. Dresses of black and blood red hung up in your closet, each one beautiful and sinful. Your hair hung longer down your back, artfully curled each and every morning. Gone were the braids and ponytails that made hunting easier.

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Love Me Again - Dean Winchester x reader, Gabriel (briefly), Castiel (briefly)

Title: Love Me Again

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, 1944!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: fluff, Gabriel lives so you may cry, feels af y'all. No angst this time lol

Summary: Dean has struggled to say the “L” word for a very long time until one day the reader is waiting expectantly to hear it only to never receive it. This takes Dean on a journey to experience life without her and finds a way to get her back but they’re in the 1940’s?? What?? Keep reading. I don’t wanna spoil lol

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You were dancing all over the bunker wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top as you cleaned. You were singing along to the music that was playing when Dean, your long time boyfriend, walked in and smiled at you. You walked up to him with a sway to your hips as you continued to dance. “You gotta move it slowly. Take and eat my body like it’s holy. I’ve been waiting for you for the whole week. I’ve been waiting for you, you’re my Sunday Candy.” You sang along, wrapping your arms around his neck as he laughed and wrapped his around your waist.

“You gotta stop doing this.” He looked down at you with a grin as the music stopped. You smiled innocently, biting your lip as you ran your hands up and down his chest. “I’m just singing, Dean.” You said as you left kisses on his neck and throat. He smiled and put his hands on your face, making you look up at him. You held onto his forearms and closed your eyes as his gentle lips pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you baby.” You mumbled, silently praying that he’d say it back for once. “I know you do sweetheart.” Your heart dropped but you smiled anyways. You knew Dean loved you but for once you just wanted to hear the words fall from his lips. “I’m gonna go shower.” You kissed his cheek and walked out, making your way to the bathroom.

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Dean’s POV:

I sighed and ran my hands over my face as I watched Y/N walk away. I knew it pained her that I’ve never actually said the words but I’ve only ever said those words to my mother. Y/N deserves them. She really does and I’ve been practicing in the mirror on how to say it but it’s getting harder and harder each time. I pace back and forth, thinking to myself. “Y/N I love you.” I said to myself in an extremely deep voice and shook my head, groaning. “No that’s too Gaston-y.” I stopped in the middle of my movements. “Are you kidding me, Dean?? Really? Beauty and the Beast??” I scolded myself, shaking my head.

As I turned around to start pacing again, I bumped into Gabriel- wait Gabriel?? “What the hell? I thought you were dead!” I basically shouted and composed myself. “You thought wrong. Look- I know a way I can help you and your lady.” The Archangel smirked and wiggles his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Not a chance, Gabriel. Y/N is MY girl and the last thing I’m doing is losing her in any way and that includes by fucking it up with your ideas.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I miss Sammy boy. I’ll see you around.” He headed towards the stairs before turning around quickly. “Oh and uh Dean?” I raised an eyebrow for him to continue. Instead, he snapped his fingers leaving me standing alone and confused.

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Still Dean’s POV:

When I woke up the next morning, everything was weird. For one, I woke up alone and in a totally different room. It wasn’t like my room in the bunker, it was smaller and for some reason, I had a twin bed. “Y/N?” I called out as I moved all throughout the peculiar home. “Baby??” I yelled her name again, panicking. I tried calling her but my phone had no service. I got dressed and fixed myself as I walked out, roaming the streets searching for her. They were playing music on the sidewalks and for some reason every woman had on a dress and every man had a suit and tie which was confusing enough. I was nodding my head along to the music and laughed softly. “Elvis? I can dig Elvis.” I muttered to myself.

I kept walking and searching for her until I walked past a clothing store. My eyes widened as I walked backwards and looked through the bay window seeing Y/N. I ran in and straight up to her, hugging her. Oddly, she didn’t hug back. I pulled away and she laughed softly, looking up at me. “Hey baby. Why’d you leave? What’s going on?” I asked as I held onto her hand. “I’m sorry.. you must have me confused with someone else. Would you let us dress you?? You look a little…different. I’ve never seen that type of clothing on men before.” She smiled, looking me up and down, glancing at my jeans and flannel.

I laughed and slowly stopped, clearing my throat when she didn’t laugh along. “Wait, what’s going on?” I asked, looking around before laughing again. “I get it. I see now. I see. This is a dream.” I said, trying to convince myself. “Umm.. it’s whatever you want it to be sir but seriously, let’s get you a change of clothes!” She smiled excitedly dragging me to a stall and handing me a suit.

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When I came out fully dressed, she shifted on her feet, tugging at her collar and clearing her throat as she looked me up and down. “Well..you clean up very um..very nice.” She laughed nervously, cheeks red and eyes filled with lust. “Yeah. Right. Thank you. I gotta go.” I took her hand and payed her way more than I needed and got the hell out of there.

“Castiel you son of a bitch!” I shouted as I walked through an alley. “Dean.” Came a deep voice I knew all too well. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall while glaring at him. “What the hell is going on? Why doesn’t my girlfriend know who I am?” Cas sighed and pushed me off of him. “I don’t know. It might be another one of Gabriel’s tricks. This doesn’t make any sense.. I thought Lucifer killed him.” He squinted at me. “I just know what you have to do. You have to get Y/N to fall in love with you all over again, but to get home you have to tell her that you love her. Which isn’t as easy as it sounds. She’s not in love with you right now so you can’t just say those three words and disappear. She has to love you with every fiber of her being.” He said as he looked around. “You’re stuck in 1944, Dean. I don’t know why he sent you all the way back but- just get it done.”

My breathing hitched and I shook my head. “What if I can’t do it? What if she doesn’t fall in love with me, Cas? Huh? What then? I’m stuck in 1944 forever?” Cas frowned and put his hand on my shoulder. “No.. you’ll go back home but Y/N won’t be there. I know you can do this, Dean.” Cas finished and next thing I know, I’m standing in front of a bar with Cas nowhere in sight.

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Your POV:

You left work right after dressing that poor, lost, gorgeous man and headed right to the bar on the outside of town like you did every night. You were sitting on a stool with three men you knew too well surrounding you and laughing with you. You were going to order another drink when the same guy you dressed came by, pushing one of the guys aside and sitting on the stool next to you. “Let me buy you a drink?” He flashed a toothy grin which you could only return. “You again!” You giggled, smiling at him. “Well I’d love one. What’s your name?” You waved bye to the guys as they walked away.

“Dean.” He sighed and shook his head, ordering your favorite drink. He smiled at you as he held his glass of whiskey in hand. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered softly. “Dean.” You repeated softly and smirked. “How’d you know this was my favorite drink?” You grinned and blushed a little. “Thank you. You’re beautiful too.”

The kind stranger known as Dean chuckled and shook his head. “How was your day Ms. Y/N?” He asked, leaning his chin on his hand, giving you his full attention. You drank through the straw and your eyes widened with excitement. “It was wonderful! Like everyday should be!” You finished your drink and set it aside. A soft melody flooded the dimmed bar and you smiled. “Would you dance with me?” This made Dean smile and stand up, drinking the last of his whiskey. “I would love to dance with you.” He took your hand, leading you to the center of the dance floor. He put one arm around your waist and held your hand in the other. “Your eyes are just so…” He stopped himself, looking into your eyes. “Hmm. Mesmerizing? Captivating? Beautiful?” You interrupted before he can continue. “Not very original, Dean.” You said playfully as you laid your head on his shoulder, slowly swaying back and forth.

“How about hopeful?” Dean sighed and kissed your head, laying his head on top of yours. “That’s a new one.” You smiled, slowly pulling away. “I’ve gotta go. It was lovely meeting you. Thank you for dancing.” You let go of his hand and proceeded towards the exit.

One of the guys that was with you in the beginning, walked up to Dean angrily. “You better back off. I’ve been wanting her for years and suddenly you come in here out of nowhere trying to sweep her off her feet? I don’t think so.” Was the last thing you heard before walking out, seeing both men following after you.

Before the other guy could say anything, Dean intervened. “Y/N.. I’m not ready to leave you. Let me walk you wherever you’re going.” You sighed and smiled at the other guy. “Jimmy.. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” This caused the guy, now known as Jimmy, to frown. He nodded and walked away. You smiled at Dean. “If you want to risk the sake of your feet then by all means, you may.”

You both had already been walking for twenty minutes when Dean finally decided to speak up. “Are you cold? Your arms are crossed and you’re wearing a dress.” He put his suit jacket over your shoulders before you could answer. You smiled, sliding your arms in the jacket and linking your arm with his. “I see you met Jimmy. He’s a sweet boy. He’s asked me to marry him multiple times.” You laughed and so did Dean. “How could he not? I’d wanna ask you too.” He smiled and cleared his throat as you stopped in front of a small house.

“This is me..” You said as you looked up at him and he smiled down at you. “It was lovely to meet you, Y/N.” Dean took your hand and kissed it. “You too, Dean.” You whispered back as he slowly leaned in. His nose touched yours and before he could kiss you, you giggled. “I don’t even know your last name.” This broke Dean’s heart a little as he pulled away and nodded. “Right. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead and walked away. You smiled and ran inside, ready to tell your dad all about the stranger you met.

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Multiple dates later, you finally let Dean kiss you and boy, you scolded yourself for waiting so long. You both sat on the beach eating sandwiches and just talking when he leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Hey baby?” He mumbled against your skin. “Hmm?” You hummed, waiting for him to continue. He moved his lips up to your ear and kissed it. “I love you.” He whispered, causing you to smile. “I love you more.” You turned your head to face him and kissed his lips.

A couple of hours later, Dean took you back home and pushed your hair away from your face as you stood on the porch. “Goodnight honey. I love you.” You said it first this time and he chuckled and kissed your nose. “I love you too.” He kissed your lips and made his way home.

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When Dean woke up the next morning, he was in full panic again. He was back in the bunker and back in his old room but he had no idea what it meant. He looked to his right and you still weren’t there. “Fuck please let her be somewhere in this house.” He pleaded in a low voice as he looked around the bunker. When he heard pots and pans being moved around in the kitchen, he made his way there and his heart was filled with so much love and relief.

You were there. Your hair in a bun at the top of your head, wearing Dean’s shirt and a wide smile on your face. “Dean baby hey. Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up but I got hungry. I’m making pancakes.” Your eyes widened in confusion when Dean was happily stomping his way towards you. “Dean are you alr- mm!” You were caught by surprise when Dean kissed you out of nowhere, which you didn’t mind at all. You kissed him back and ran your fingers through his hair as he pulled you flush against him. “Dean, baby-” You said between kisses as he gently put you against the wall. “Shh no time to explain. Let me just finish.” He whispered against your lips, kissing you again. He kissed you so deeply and so full of love like he’d never kissed you before. Dean’s hands were on your hips and yours were on his face and around his neck. His tongue slid through your parted lips, exploring you further.

When he finally pulled away, you were speechless. His lips were pink and plump, causing you to believe that yours looked the same. Maybe worse. “What was that for? That was like the best kiss I’ve ever gotten.”

“I love you, Y/N.” You gasped and gently gripped his shirt in your fists. “That’s what it was for. Don’t ever leave me baby, please. I love you, okay?” You nodded, tearing up as you pecked his lips again and again. “I love you more baby.” You said back as he hid his face in your shoulder and held onto you tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.” You held him for a while before Dean’s eyes widened. “Do you smell that?” He whispered against your shoulder. Your eyes widened as you pulled away in panic.

“The pancakes!”

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I wish my tags would work😭 but thank you to my girl Heather from @jalove-wecallhimdean for helping me out with this! You’re the best girl. Also, keep sending me requests! You guys are the best, I swear! 1940’s Dean will always be the best.

the nicknames arya and sansa earn from sandor clegane, she wolf and little bird, are given to them based on their personalities but it also reflects their worldviews and, as i will ramble about in this post, environments

sansa is a product of high society society. she was raised (or “trained”) to be a perfect little lady who, even as a small child, was “so courteous and eager to please”. a lot of it is her natural disposition too though. she’s expected to look pretty and say pretty things. she’s essentially a bird in a cage. the cage is the castle she’s confined to and inside them the realm of politics and courtesy. its the kingdom where lords and ladies and knights rule. there sansa must survive the only way she knows how; by being a lady. she’s polite and beautiful and gentle. after littlefinger spirits her from one castle to another he begins to officially tutor her in playing The Game of Thrones™ which is ultimately a pointless endeavor but it’ll knock him out at least. she spends most of her time within castle walls but when she does venture outside them she feels a connection to her roots. sansa thinks lady would enjoy the godswood and that theres a “certain” power found there but those are still distant statements. being a hostage was a nightmare for her but sansa enjoys the comforts of court life. she likes pretty dresses, fine foods and dancing. she’s never been exposed to the wilds and so she retains a very idealized perspective of the world in many ways. sansa’s pov is romanticized, refined and bound by social constructs. 

arya doesn’t care for the laws of men. ever since the beginning she’s understood how corrupt this system is and she’s watched it fail repeatedly. which is why she often takes matters into her own hands. arya’s always had a wildness in her. both of her parents and just about everyone else she meets can see it (she wolf! wolf pup! wolf child! wolf blood!). she’s willful and fierce and adaptable. arya spends a lot of time in the wild. even when she’s in a castle or temple a part of her is still roaming the forests via nymeria. where her wolf rules. her dreams are feral and bloody under a moonlit sky. there are very different rules in the wild: you protect the pack and do whats necessary to survive. arya kills with her own hands just to find food to eat and will even dig worms out of the very earth to sustain her. she walks barefoot on the earth, drinks from rivers and wears rags. when arya finds herself trapped inside a castle she can play the role of a mouse but its not long before she kills to escape like any caged wolf would. and once free feels better than she ever did as a captive even when she’s been pursued. arya’s association with all of these earthly elements (trees, wolves, water, the moon) is an extension of her faith as well. the old gods of the north are a nature based religion. that very much support arya’s methods. the looming threat beyond the wall is connected to nature too. it’s bringing a winter that will try and wipe out civilization. but arya’s been preparing for that this entire time, just like ned told her. 

the stark girls use very different personas to navigate their respective worlds but, bird or wolf, all animals have the same instinct: to survive. 

anonymous asked:

Rachel, please talk about Yes Lads! I really wanna know your thought lol

oh god bless, thank you for this opportunity

so first of all, for those who missed it, X Factor UK started a few days ago! (booing starts in the distance, sounding suspiciously like louis tomlinson.) yes, our favorite sociopath simon’s pet show started back up, and he’s made it pretty obvious what he’s looking for this year: he needs the (louis walsh voice) next! big! boy band! 

he’s lost his cash cow, he’s bitter, it’s hilarious. so he’s trying to build the Next 1D. cool. is he gonna find five individual singers like he did with the original band and throw them together, hoping for the best and assuming they’ll fall into their assigned roles and stereotypes? nah. instead, he went and did this: 

this is Yes Lad. yeah, that’s the actual band name, and we wonder who came up with louis’ current media image. 

anyway, instead of being a conniving, somewhat secretive but still sort of obvious evil overlord and use those classic boy band stereotypes to create his New 1D, simon just decided to throw all subtlety out the window and say: “look! it’s the exact same characteristics that we think made you love one direction because we don’t understand the fans at all, only they’re now being applied to five bland pasty white guys who i still have the chance to control!” 

like, come on. really? 

so cheeky lad is obviously Niall 2.0, except he doesn’t have to have his braces phase in the public eye. he’s also the only blonde. again, just, wow, the similarities there. is this one irish too? maybe he could apply for irish citizenship even if he’s not, just to make it more legitimate. 

then there’s chatty lad. i’m assuming this is Liam 2.0, except there’s not really a point i can think of before, oh, 2013? where i would categorize liam as chatty. hey, simon, maybe you should’ve gone with Determined Lad. or Loyal Lad (except, whoops, forgot he’s not that loyal, what with dumping you and all. yikes, sorry). maybe Turned Down For His Dream On National TV At The Age Of 14 And Then Used In A Manipulative Talent Show To Rake In Viewers When He Made A Comeback At Age 16 But You Still Made His Band End In Third Place To Further Damage His Self Esteem Lad? it’s wordy, but maybe you can do a nickname. 

sexy lad. oh god. sexy lad must be Zayn 2.0, except… okay, i’m just gonna say it. we’ve all seen zayn, right? this guy is the same thing as zayn if suddenly gucci and walmart became the same thing. like… no, i can’t go on, i just can’t. 

baby lad. aw, honey. a literal sweet summer child. this is their Harry 2.0, and, well. he’s tallest, and… he’s youngest, i guess? i just, honestly, the more i type the more confused i am. does simon think people loved harry on the x factor because he was the youngest? like, that’s weird, dude. nobody chooses celebrity crushes by going, “oh my god, he’s the youngest out of his bandmates, oh my god i’m in love!!!!” that’s, that’s not how this works, that’s not how any of this works. and i’m not even going to get into that outfit, because when Harry Styles wears plain t-shirts he rocks wild Cobain shades or a mane of curls or some Captain America silver boots to dress it up. somehow, i don’t this guy owns pink glitter boots. 

and dad lad. now, i honestly do think simon has an end goal in mind with this band (more about that in a sec), but i absolutely do think that if there is a way for him to drag louis’ name and reduce his talent even more than he already has done, then he’ll take that opportunity. like, they even gave this guy a dad hat. honestly, does simon know that the Straights don’t actually use headgear to identify themselves as Hetero? “ah, yes, sorry sir, i was going to hit on you but i noticed your I’m a Dad hat, your 100% Straight shoes, your Gay People R Gross adidas jacket.” no. that’s not. no. and, once again, simon is trying (badly) to send the message that the only thing that louis has ever done that is worth mentioning is that he spawned a baby with an actual human female. 

like, here’s the deal. i don’t wish Yes Lad (god, i just got the chills, how terrible) any ill will. i’m sure they’re nice guys. but they’re literally being used to send about 500 messages and not a single one of those is a good one. and, as has been already pointed out, Yes Lad is probably just another in a long line of simon’s acts being set up for a “superstar” to emerge out of the ashes of the group as they collapse (as he set up to happen to harry, who resisted, then perrie, who resisted, then camilla, who fell for it but who was nasty and not as talented as the rest of her band). it literally says in the linked article they’re “looking for the next harry styles.” not the next 1d, the next harry. simon wants a solo star, harry told him (hopefully literally) to fuck off, he didn’t really want zayn in the first place, so he’s out searching for new blood. 

but once again, simon is relying on tactics from two decades ago that worked once - literally, justin timberlake is the only actual celebrity who emerged successfully to worldwide fame out of a boy band. you could maybe argue robbie williams, but as an american, until i started looking into 1d i knew nothing about him - and while he’s blackmailed and bullied his way into riches, his talent show acts have all crashed and burned, with the except of 1d (who he’s currently trying to burn to the ground), little mix (who he’s actively sabotaging), fifth harmony (who he’s sabotaging), kelly clarkson (who he sabotaged for a decade), carrie underwood (who he honestly didn’t think would win, so he let her get away and now she’s super famous), and… that’s it. he was max clifford’s prodigy but has none of his evil mastermind traits, just his inability to lose and his willingness to do horrific, immoral, illegal things to make money. 

so, honestly, i hope Lads 1-5 don’t get screwed over too badly, and i hope whichever is going to be the Next Harry Styles is willing to owe his life to simon forever, and i hope the x factor doesn’t even make it through the rest of the season without being cancelled because it’s already looking pretty disappointing