otp: i dreamed of you

What if the only way to save Cas from Lucifer’s possession is to get Dean inside Cas’ mind, find him and tell him to kick out Lucifer? What if Cas explains Dean why he let Lucifer possess him? What if Cas tells Dean that he did it because he feels unloved and that he is expendable and Dean shows him that he is wrong, that he is loved, that he loves him and that he isn’t expendable and kisses him to prove his point? What if that kiss is all Cas needs to expel Lucifer?

I don’t necessarily ship these two, but I find them a beautiful duo, and want to see more of them. I particularly loved their dialogue in “A Storm of Swords” after Jaime rescued Brienne from Harrenhall

Apologies for the spelling errors of “Jaime” and “grateful” :)
Credits: Justin King 

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imagineagreatadventure asked:

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” jaime x brienne

Brienne knew that it was technically unsafe to run her usual seven miles outside on the hottest day Westeros had seen in several years, and normally she would reconsider putting herself at risk for heatstroke.

But Jaime fucking Lannister was keeping perfectly in stride with her, and she would be damned if she was the first one to break. 

“Feel like taking a break, wench?” he asked breezily.

“No,” she said shortly, trying to keep her ragged breaths as silent as possible. “Why, do you?”

“Not at all. In fact, I think I’m hitting my second wind.”

Brienne put on a burst of speed to outrun him, but he caught up in no time. Her lungs were screaming and the sun was making her head hurt, but she would not stop.

“It’s a little warm out today, isn’t it?” he asked, as if they were not both sweating buckets. “I’m tempted to take my shirt off.”

Brienne turned a most unwilling shade of red, but she was already so hot and so lightheaded that this sent her over the edge. She felt her feet give out from under her and heard Jaime saying something before she lost consciousness entirely.

When she came to, she was lying in the grass and Jaime was shirtless and dabbing the sweat off her face and neck with his shirt. That was enough to make Brienne want to faint again, but she kept it together. “Did I really pass out?” she asked in dismay.

“You fainted,” Jaime corrected. “Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted to get my attention, wench, you needn’t have gone to such extremes.”

Brienne sat up in annoyance. “You are the last person whose attention I want. In fact, I wish you’d leave me alone.” She tried to climb to her feet, but Jaime scrambled to help her up.

“Don’t go wearing yourself out again,” he admonished.

“I’m fine.” She tore away from him and walked away, embarrassment turning her face red again.

Jaime caught up. She tried valiantly not to look at his abs, tanned by the sun and slick with sweat. “You should cool off,” he advised. “Say, we could always go swimming.”

“I don’t have a bathing suit with me.”

“I suppose we’ll have to go naked, then,” he suggested, waggling his eyebrows.

Brienne wished she would faint again so he wouldn’t see the blush on her face.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Jaime and Brienne deserve to be happy?

things that jaime and brienne deserve imo:

  • the most long-winded and sappy love declaration grrm can come up with, possibly one that might get brienne to change her mind about people finding her unattractive, possibly after jaime learns that she almost got hanged for him, possibly after she pulls an aerys with LS for his sake and he’s aware of that
  • a sex scene written like the jon/ygritte one and not like all the others in asoiaf (as in: a well written sex scene)
  • to have others in which they find out that she’s a natural top and therefore a relationship in which she tops him the way they both want and deserve
  • to not die in the books
  • to possibly do a lot of awesome knightly stuff actually if he knights her at some point it’d be even better
  • after they’re done doing that, when they feel like it, they deserve to go back to tarth, settle down and have a bunch of tall blonde children with blue eyes that they should spoil to death so that they have the nice childhoods the both of them didn’t have for whichever reasons
  • all of this while keeping up their banter and making each other better people with each passing day /sappiness rant over

I think my answer to that question is clear

Sometimes I dream about you… and it’s always the same.
I see your face… you look into my eyes and say my name…. and then you fade away.

I never have any control over it…..
I can’t make it last longer….
… I can’t keep you with me …. make you stay….

 

Perhaps that’s why it’s so realistic….

—  Ranata Suzuki

imagineagreatadventure asked:

“i jokingly told you that the only way i’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and i’m kind of charmed.” jaime/brienne

“Brienne, when are you going to marry me?” Jaime whined.

She always gave him answers like “next week” or “tomorrow” or “in a year from now” and sometimes even “when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east“. Today she gave him a different answer. “When you dive down into the ocean and pull a sapphire from an oyster’s shell,” she said mysteriously. “Only then, and not before.”

“For you, I would dive into the deepest of oceans and pull a thousand sapphires from an oyster‘s shell,” Jaime said in a mock-heroic voice.

“I only need the one,” she teased. She didn’t think anything about it after that, because she never thought Jaime was serious.

Literal weeks passed, during which time they went to visit her father on Tarth. Selwyn was taking them out in his boat when Jaime asked where was the best place to dive for oysters. Selwyn came to a rest and lit a cigar as Jaime went diving and Brienne floated in the water.

“Look what I found!” Jaime shouted, rising from the water with an oyster in his hand.

“Did you find a pearl?” Brienne asked in some interest.

“Better–I found a sapphire.” Jaime pulled apart the cracked oyster to reveal a sapphire set in a gold band.

Brienne’s mouth fell open. “You didn’t.”

“I did, wench.” Jaime was smirking, or grinning–it was hard to tell. “You gave your word, wench.”

“You’re an idiot, Jaime Lannister,” Brienne declared. Then she kissed him. “I’ll make an honest idiot of you yet.”

I Dreamed Of You

Time isn’t money
Time is gift receipts
An old acquaintance
You have yet to meet

You cut all your brakes
Didn’t want to stop
Let yourself let go
Like a bullet in a china shop

I could never forget you
But I still don’t remember
I could not protect you
You faded like the flames of December
I could never forget you
Burned by the blank look in your eyes
I would never protect you
You put the stars up into my sky

I dreamed of you
I needed you
I love you
And I hate it

I dreamed of you
I needed you
I love you
And I hate it

Build me back up when
I need a new song
Break me back down
When no one sings along

I’m the words of an essay
Copied by a hundred pens
But I am never the title
I’m always hidden at the end

I could never forget you
But I still don’t remember
I could not protect you
You faded like the leaves of September
I could never forget you
Burned by the blank look in your eyes
I would not protect you
You’re acting like I didn’t try

I dreamed of you
I needed you
I love you
And I hate it

I dreamed of you
I needed you
I love you
And I hate it

I want to be adored
And to adore
Without complication

I want to be adored
And to adore
Without hesitation

I dreamed of you
I needed you
I love you
And I hate it

I dreamed of you
I needed you
I love you
And I hate it

I hate you
I love you
I hate you
I love you