this man is an amazing human being

WARNING: YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER THE TERRITORY OF AN EMOTIONAL ARMY, WHO SIMPLY WANTS TO APPRECIATE AND CHERISH AN ANGEL KNOWN AS JUNG HOSEOK. You have been warned!

Now, who is Hoseok for me?

Hoseok is my so called ‘THE bias’ of BTS (since all of them are my biases… oops).

Hoseok is my inspiration.

Hoseok is my sunshine.

And somehow he is hated and under appreciated.

Why is that, however?

Perhaps it could be because he is too kind

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It could because he genuinely loves and cares for his members

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And in generally is kind to all. After all, there are those who can’t fathom the idea, that someone might actually be nice and supportive to other people.

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Maybe he gets hate for trying to stay positive. Some people feed on negative energy and thus really wish to bering someone with good vibes down, they want to bring down that precious smile, to destroy it.

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And of course, one of the biggest reasons people hate him is because he is so talented. And as a result he achieved fame along side his members

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And it pains me, oh it pains me so much to see this amazing, beautiful young man get hurt.

It hurts me so much to see people throw insults at him simply because of jealousy, because the feel threatened.

Hoseok deserves the universe.

Remember the video, when on his birthday he saw a video filmed to wish him happy birthday? Remember how emotional he got, how touched and honoured?

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He didn’t waste any time, making sure to thank all the people around him, to hug them, hold their hand, anything to express his gratitude.

******

This is a young man who had the ability to do a full solo song for the groups album and he chose to write a song about his mum, for his mum, thanking her for all she went through. 

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This is the young BOY who said to himself that the only way he can make his mother proud, the only way he can repay her for all her sacrifices is to ‘become successful.’ Even if that meant selling his all.

Selling his body to endless practice

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Selling his private life

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And even selling his own emotions.

What does that mean?

Well, on one hand Jhope is a sunshine, on one hand he is Hobi.

A sunshine with a smile so pure

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A sunshine with a laugh so genuine

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A sunshine who just loves to play around

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Yet on the other hand, he is Jung Hoseok.

Someone with a deadly passion

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Someone with extremely powerful emotions

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Someone rather serious

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Someone who smiles much more calmly

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And honestly, I love that calm side just as much as I love the sunshine side.

Because part of the allure of Hoseok is that he is a very full rounded human being. A very beautiful one inside and out. And so what i hope is that Hoseok actually allows himself to be himself (whatever that truly is). 

Im sure that his members are alway there to support him.

Hoseok’s existence seems to be making everyone happy.

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But its those precious moments when Hoseok is happy for himself, content with his own self that he shines like the amazing star he truly is.

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When he allows his emotions to overtake him

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That my heart just fills with happiness to the brim as I realise that yes, I do love this young man in some sense.

It is then that I smile because he gives me happiness, a reason to be excited, a reason to work hard.

Which is why I wold like to ask more people to pay attention to tis amazing young man.

Looks are subjective, dance is subjective and so is the ‘great’ rap style. Just because he doesnt fit your ideal type does not mean that you have to start creating movements in order to bring him down. If your favourites do not deserve to be destroyed, the neither does Hoseok, or any other innocent soul.

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I hope Hoseok stays happy.

I hope he IS happy.

I hope he gets more opportunities to shine, to create his own work, develop his own self both as an artist and as a human being.

I hope he stays healthy because unhealthy Hoseok is broken Hoseok and nobody wants that. No, not because people would stop stanning, but because we do not want him to be in pain.

But if he is, I hope he does not feel like he is a Burden to BTS or ARMYs.

Because he isn’t.

Angel Hobi down mean perfect Hobi for me. It means a relatable Hobi, someone who is human, kind, emotional, loving. Angel Hobi means that by being himself, Hobi gives us one more reason to smile and go through our day.

And it would pain me if he doesn’t know what he means to me, to us.

We ARMYs support, love and cherish Hoseok to the fullest and i pray to all entities that he knows that.

Because his smile is one that must never fall.

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Because his smile is one that deserves to forever stay genuine.

Lets spread the love for this amazing young man!

Thank you for reading!

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Bill Potts Appreciation Post #2

Bill Potts:
. Wanted to go to the future to see if it would be happy.
. Approves of algae substitute food.
. Does not approve of food sexism.
. Thanked the Doctor for taking her somewhere.
. Stopped while walking around an alien city to take a selfie.
. Asked the Doctor why he was Scottish.
. Figured out the (real) reason why the Doctor likes the police box camouflage.
. Doesn’t understand how you can blow up stuff without getting in trouble.
. Doesn’t appreciate being kept out of trouble.
. Got distracted by a bust of Queen Nefertiti.
. Thinks that the Doctor is an amazing tutor.
. Still thinks that the Doctor runs like a penguin with its arse on fire.
. Cried when she found out why humans left earth.
. Was the only person who asked where the little boy went.
. Tried her hardest to convince the little boy that everything would be okay.
. Attempted to stop people shooting at the robots.
. Told the man that the robots weren’t armed.
. Could blind me with her smile because it’s so bright.
. Is a beautiful human being who deserves happiness and unicorns.


First Appreciation Post

Fucking Rick Riordan, man

Magnus Chase: the Hammer of Thor was fucking amazing??? Rick is basically educating the youth on so many topics/issues going on right now: a transgender & gender fluid child of Loki (as his/her mom), some LGBT+ kids being shunned out of their houses and forced to be homeless, racial prejudice in the police system, potential hardships a deaf person could face in a deaf-shaming world, cultural appropriation, human trafficking. Not to mention the hostilities he destroys (like the arranged marriage between Samirah and Amir being the cutest thing, and Sam taking flight lessons). AND PRETTY CLEAR IMPLICATIONS OF SWORD SEX????

I just love how Rick is just like, “fuck the system I’ll put all this shit in a children’s book.” he’s passed caring about what the public might think now that he’s on his bajillionth book. my idol

I can’t believe it! I can’t believe that today is the birthday of my babe!

THE ONE AND ONLY OH SEHUN!

So lets have a little post to show to people just a small  snapshot of reasons why he is so precious and amazing, shall we?

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Okay so i gotta admit. Sometimes, at first glance Sehun can come across as well….. very bitchy.

However, that is not a bad thing. After all, Sehuns resting bitch face just highlights his character and attitude and I love it!

I love seeing an idol with a ‘fuck it’ look on their face. Its fun, its entertaining but it also allows Sehun to be himself.

And while some people I do believe have a bad attitude, Sehun’s is simply charming. he is not trying to hurt anyone.

In fact, the more you look into him the more you realise that he is actually such a cutie sweetheart who melts all hearts.

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He loves his Vivi

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He loves his hyungs

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And loves his fans

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And I hope that he can continue to be himself.

I hope he stays healthy.

I hope he has fun on stage and is actually close with his hyungs.

Mostly, I hope that he is also comfortable with himself. 

I hope he experiences the life of a young man… goes on dates, has ‘fun’ and does it with whomever he wants, whatever sex he likes.

Hope he has true and amazing friends who listen to him and his problems.

And I hope that fans respect his decisions and does not try to force anything on him or try to force him to spill details he doesn’t want to spill.

I also hope that SM doesn’t force him to a dating scandal or just into any scandal. Noone deserves that.

Once again, I hope he is healthy both physically and mentally. Because a healthy mind is extremely important. It is essential. 

So let us celebrate the birthday of an amazing human being!

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(Look at that smile!)

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So let us spread the love for Sehunieeeeeeeee.

Lets make him feel loved and appreciate him!

Lets protect this precious man!

We love you Sehun!

Thank you for reading!

It’s day 1, and Chris is mooning over a pretty new thing - all rich dark skin and lips to die for.

Chris gets him to agree to a double date.

And Viktor, the amazing best friend that he is, has agreed to play wingman, despite not being the least bit interested in dating at the moment.

That all changes the moment he lays eyes on possibly the most beautiful human being to walk the planet.

A baby-faced Asian man a few years his junior - with porcelain skin and a shy smile, slender fingers and thighs that could probably kill a man.

He’s just broken up with his girlfriend of two years, Viktor soon learns. He finds himself genuinely upset for Yuuri, for how heartbroken he seems.

They both end up enjoying the date immensely.

And as they’re exchanging numbers, Viktor can’t help but ask.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

Yuuri is silent for a moment.

Thoughtful.

“I’m still hurting,” he says. “Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 5, and they’ve been texting nonstop since they met.

They text each other good morning, and wish each other sweet dreams.

Viktor has watched Yuuri grow slowly more and more comfortable with him as time went by, and it’s only made him more and more smitten with Yuuri.

Yuuri tells him about growing up in a tiny little tourist town in Japan - about moving halfway across the world for college, about missing his home and his family and his toy poodle puppy, Vicchan.

And in return, Viktor tells him about St. Petersburg - about parents he stopped caring about long ago, about a little brother who screams and rages to hide how vulnerable he is, about the grandfather who raised them both, and the grouchy figure skating coach who’s perhaps the next closest thing he has to a parent.

It’s nearing midnight, and they’re saying goodbye, Yuuri still extracting promises from Viktor to bring Maccachin over to his and Phichit’s apartment sometime for a visit.

Viktor can’t help but ask.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

He gets a smiley face in return.

“I’m still not over her,” he replies. “Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 11, and Phichit and Chris have decided they’d prefer to just be friends.

They still send each other selfies and flirt over social media.

It’s the weirdest breakup Viktor’s ever witnessed.

Though he must admit, he’s relieved they still get along so well. He’s gotten used to having Phichit and Yuuri join them on their Friday nights out.

This week, they’ve decided to stay in - watch a movie at Viktor and Chris’s apartment, and stuff themselves with unholy amounts of junk food.

Chris and Yuuri are in the kitchen, fixing up some dinner, when Viktor worries to Phichit that he might be coming on to Yuuri too strong.

Phichit asks, “Has he told you to stop?”

Viktor shakes his head no, explains that Yuuri always tells him the same thing.

Phichit’s face lights up into a wide smile.

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he reassures. “If he really minded it, he would have asked you to stop.”

Viktor hopes that he’s right. His thoughts must show on his face, because Phichit’s face grows suddenly serious.

“When Yuuri loves,” he explains, “he does it with all his heart. So when it gets broken, it takes a long time to put back together. It might take a while, but it will be worth the wait.”

Viktor smiles, and accepts the encouragement.

Later that night, as Phichit heads out to their car, Viktor stops Yuuri to ask a question.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

A shy smile is what he gets in return.

“I’ll have to think on that. Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 13, and Viktor sees Yuuri through a coffee shop window.

He’s sitting with a girl Viktor recognizes from Yuuri’s instagram.

Viktor doesn’t ask Yuuri anything that day.


It’s day 19, and Viktor hasn’t talked to Yuuri in almost a week.


It’s day 20, and Phichit’s out of town.

Yuuri asks Viktor if he wants to stay over.

Viktor never has been good at saying no to him.

They stay up late playing video games, joking and teasing as if they’ve known each other all their lives.

It’s almost 3 when they finally decide it’s time to turn in.

Yuuri hesitates at the foot of the sofabed Viktor will be spending the night on.

Viktor meets his searching gaze, and doesn’t know what to say except, “Sweet dreams.”

Yuuri looks disappointed for a moment, before smiling and replying in like.

He turns to walk away, hands twisting nervously into the hem of his shirt.

And with a shock, Viktor knows suddenly what he is waiting for.

Reaching out, he grabs Yuuri’s hand, and the words tumble out breathless and clumsy.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

A soft sigh escapes Yuuri’s lips, and he turns to collapse into Viktor’s arms.

“I would want nothing more.”

4

ALERT ALERT ALERT!

Today the the birthday of a now young man.

Today is the birthday of an extremely talented human being!

Today is the birthday of Seventeen’s sweet maknae: Lee Chan aka Dino.

Dino is a maknae who right from the beginning i felt so protective of! And not in the sense of ‘EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM DINO NOW!’

Rather i did not want to see him get any hate.

After all he is so sweet

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So cute

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But also… so extra

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And of course, so talented!

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Those are just a few words that can be used to describe Lee Chan!

Here’s some Dino spam!

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I wish our amazing young man a lot of happiness.

I wish him a lot of new adventures (good ones, of course)

I wish him energy and constant passion!

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anonymous asked:

What Steve just did was so important. Louis literally never has anyone on his corner, publicly. His team bashes him and bashes him some more, and no one takes the stand for Louis. Not publicly. And then there's Steve, who every chance he was praises Louis, not just for his talent, but for the amazing human being he is. And that's so fucking important. And once again, he publicly stands up for Louis. Bless him! Honestly, bless this man!

Steve has been absolutely amazing! 

Interstellar

Summary: Dan had always thought he was the moon. Phil Lester was definitely the sun.

Word count: 3917

Warnings: A very brief mention of contemplating self-harm.

A/N: Though I’ve been writing fanfiction for like five years, this is my first phanfic, so I hope it’s not too bad. Also, special thanks to Gisele (@fringegaps) for encouraging me to write this, and then for helping me get the confidence to actually post it.

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EDDIE REDMAYNE HAS GOT TO BE THE MOST ADORABLE HUMAN BEING TO EVER EXIST ON THIS PLANET! WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE SUCH A PRECIOUS MAN?!
(these gifs aren’t mine, cred goes all to the owners)
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: jared padalecki is such a talented actor and i think we forget that sometimes due to his intensely good looks. i personally have found myself watching him to watch him rather than to watch him act and this is the biggest mistake one can make. he is so physically beautiful that he could probably get away with not being so good an actor yet he still continues to amaze me with his talent. his micro-expressions and ability to adapt to many different roles makes him possibly one of the greatest actors of our time and i hope we don't forget that any time soon
  • what she also means: literally all of this can be said for jensen and misha too. we're so blessed to be in a fandom that focuses on - not just one insanely attractive and equally talented man - but three physically beautiful and incredibly talented men (more than three, in fact, but i won't go in to naming them all), who are not only beautiful and talented, but are also amazing, compassionate, caring, humble human beings who deserve their success and so much more
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Ultimate Get to Know Me ≡ [1/∞] Actors → Cory Monteith
↳ “To a generation that loved Cory so, please know, this gifted and wonderful young man was worthy of your love. And if you were lucky enough to know Cory as we did, and witness firsthand Cory’s goofy, breezy sense of humor, his natural instinct for inclusiveness, and his unbridled sense of generosity day in and day out, I promise, you’d have loved him even more.”

also literally all the complaints people had about the movie are so irrelevant

  • emma was fantastic as belle
  • her dress is beautiful
  • ewan was a perfect lumiere and “be our guest” was so well done
  • lefou being gay was hardly a big deal at all, honestly the only noticeable thing was when he danced with a man at the end, if you’re close-minded, you wouldn’t notice his pining for gaston - it’s very lowkey
  • the new songs are great? honestly “days in the sun” might be better than “human again” and “evermore” is equally as good as “if i can’t love her”
  • the beast did look very cgi at times but why wouldn’t he? he is mostly cgi??? but his expressions were fantastic, dan is an amazing face actor, and the combination of that with the cgi on top of it made for a very sweet beast

anonymous asked:

I think it speaks volumes to the type of person Bob is that although so many of us have never even met him, we are completely convinced he's an amazing human who deserves all good things. Thank you so much to everyone in the fandom who's met him over the years and helped spread the word about the genuinely beautiful soul he is. :)

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Bob Morley; great actor, beautiful man, and wonderful human being.

Thank Chuck he doesn’t know how to sign.
Imagine that combo?
Good looking, an excellent actor and overall amazing human being.
No, no, no my heart couldn’t handle this, like I said he is a married man and I preferred to fixate all my attention on his ass.
Please and thank you.
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And now my favorite part of editing the few caps I got.

This man is amazing. A wonderful and caring human being that according to everyone who knows him and works with him swears he is humble, funny, sweet, caring, and professional. To me, he is talented, handsome, and a joy to watch. I respect him, I love how much he seems to adore his wife, and I wish there were more people like him in Hollywood instead of some of the trash we see shoved in our face nowadays. I’m tired of people saying rude, nasty, spiteful, hateful comments against him. Either those people saying such things are jealous of him, or they are sick in the head and soul. He is a human being who plays a character on a movie screen. The fact he does it so well only attests to his ability as an actor. He is not a nazi or a racist or an abuser of helpless girls. That kind of craziness needs to stop. Or we need to start pumping prozac through the water supply. Just a thought. Adam, you are loved.

Say I Love You...

Fandom: Supernatural.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Y/N finds herself stricken with grief over Dean’s self-loathing; meanwhile, the elder Winchester is trying to come to terms with a newfound revelation of his feelings and how he can voice them out.

Warnings: Dean finding it hard to voice out his feelings, fluff, maybe a bit of angst?? Not entirely.

A/N: Will probably be making this into a series because I’m a sucker for Dean.

The idea was born out of me watching a few fanvids with our favorite hunter which show just how much he has been through. I mean, both Winchester’s have had to deal with a lot of crap, but my soft spot for Dean is what drove me to writing this.

Enjoy!

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The room is dead silent.


Save for the sound of hush snores and breaths and the whisper of window through vents and into the motel. Outside the sky spread across the city of Atlanta in a blanket of onyx, clusters of stars dotting it. Y/N lies still in her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to tame the inner turmoil in her chest. Beside her the sheets shift. Dean says something, something about going to wash up before Sam wakes up, but she doesn’t quite catch him.


“Y/N!” he calls, snapping her from her reverie.


The young girl turns to him, head lolling against the pillow. “Yeah?”


“I said you should probably, too, since we still have some time.” She can’t see his face hidden in the pitch dark; she can’t see anything but the silhouette of the elder Winchester sitting up, his hair a disheveled mess atop his head.


“I should probably what?”


“Wash up?” He says it like its obvious. But Y/n doesn’t reply. Only continues staring at him, wide eyes, the light from the moon cast down on her face through the window—and the elder Winchester obviously notices this. Y/N spots a shift in his demeanor: attentive. Concerned. Even if she can’t see them, she guesses the elder Winchester’s eyes soften as he reaches out, touching her bare shoulder.


“Y/N,” Dean speaks. “You okay?”


“You’re an amazing person, you know that?” She blurts out.


The room silences once more.


Between them hangs a surprised quiet. Y/N is still on her back, still hazy-minded and emotional and fighting a hurricane raging in her chest. She can feel it bubble up her throat, spreading through her lungs, suffocating her. Soon she won’t be able to breathe. Soon, in this dim-lit and quiet room perfumed with her emotions, she will turn blue-faced and asphyxiated, because it’s too much.


He’s too much.


He is selfish, and yet altruistic; he is stern and authoritative, as disciplined as a soldier, but kind; Dean is self-sacrificial and generous and swollen with love and yet such despondent and negative emotions picked up as souvenirs from the life he has had to live . He is human, and a paradox in itself and Dean is good and Dean has always been good…


And it hurts Y/N to know that he doesn’t see this…


A moment ago, as she’d lay in his embrace,  having to listen to him tear himself down; berate his image, hate himself because of a hunt gone bad. Two teenagers whose parents were vampires. They hadn’t managed to stop them and the kids died, and Dean was mourning his failure and the loss of two innocents. Y/N listened attentively to him as he’d spoke, and felt a wound in her heart coming undone. She feels tears brimming at her eyes just looking at him, at this man who doesn’t feel the way she does about him. This man who sees himself as a completely polar opposite of the reality. Y/N has known Dean for a long time, and she knows what he thinks of himself, what he wrongly assumes he is, and it hurts her.


For he has done so much for her, he has proven his own assumptions wrong and been her light in the dark of their lives, and all she wants is to do the same for the man she loves.


“What?” Dean asks in a hushed tone. She sniffles. There are tears beginning to roll down her face and she’s pretty sure he can see them from the way the light shines through the window.


“I said…” Y/N starts. “That you are an amazing human being, Dean Winchester. You—you are…good, and genuine, and you are my best friend. It hurts me to know that you don’t see this in yourself.”


“Y/N….” Dean tries to speak, but she cuts him off.


“No, okay? …”


“I didn’t save them.” He says sternly. “I could have, but I didn’t and now they’re dead. Don’t try and make me feel better for not doing my job.”


“But you tried—dammit, Dean, you tried. You did your best and your heart was in the right place.” She sniffles, rubbing her palm across her burning eyes. God, she hates this—hates herself for letting it come to the point where she’s in tears, but that’s just how strongly she feels about this matter. “Dean, I’m telling you now—you are a good man. Stop beating yourself up over this, over everything. I’ve known you for what—five? Six years? I know that me telling you this might be useless, but…..”


Y/N bites her lip, trying to level her voice. Between them hangs a deafening silence, ominous, painful. Dean is crying, she soon realizes. Quiet, pained tears that she only knows about when she hears his breath wobble as inhales.


Sitting up, she shifts and moves closer to the elder Winchester, pulling him in. His head rests in the crook of her neck, and she feels him shudder—vulnerable. Dean never lets anyone see him vulnerable, but maybe he should, because the weight he carries on his shoulders is too much not to.


The elder Winchester gulps thickly. “Y/n…”


“It’s okay….”She whispers, cradling his head to her chest, tears running down her cheeks, and the green-eyed hunter sniffles, and his tears touch her skin and it takes all of Y/n’s strength to not shatter.


Dean.


Always good.


Leaning back against the headboard, she brings the elder Winchester’s head to rest on her shoulder and he lets her in the quiet. The night drawls on—they stay like that. Together; quiet; feeling. Y/N cards her fingers through his hair as he sleeps, and when he stirs a bit  she stops. Her hand floats from his head and rests beside the pillow.


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Morning breaks with a burst of light beaming into the motel room and onto the two hunters. Y/N is awake, still holding Dean as she had been through the entire night, still drunk off his kisses and her emotions.


Tilting her head, she peers down at him. His eyes are shut and his breath fans against her bare skin, tickling it. “Dean?” She whispers, tentative and hush and desperate to not shatter the intimacy around them. “Are you awake?”


She waits for a response that doesn’t come, until the elder Winchester lets out an incoherent mumble, and then lolls his head to the side lazily.


His eyes flutter open as Y/N’s face splits into smile, and she continues her strokes on his hair. “Morning.”


“Did you stay up all night?” Dean asks, and she nods. “Why? I could have managed without you watching over me while I slept.”


“I wanted to.” Y/N shrugs, smoothing out stubborn strands of sandy-hair that stick up in all directions. She says it so easy, like she’s telling him her hobby, like it’s his hobby too. Like the previous night they hadn’t made love and she hadn’t pulled him out of the pit of his melancholy.


And Dean looks at her, right here, right now—really looks at her.


At her eyes and the rim of y/e/c embellished with flecks of gold, at hers lips and her ears and the wrinkles and creases drawn out in her tired skin, telling her story. Their story. They’ve been together for so long, now. Have been through so much, and the scars and blemishes and cuts and bruises painting Y/N’s skin matching Dean’s is enough of an alibi.


They’ve spent years together. It feels like a lifetime. And Dean loves that, and he loves her, and he wouldn’t trade anything for it because….He…loves her.


He has loved Y/N for years and he will continue to love her.


The realization is sudden and daunting. Out of nowhere, the green-eyed hunter’s heart begins to race, and his palms begin to sweat and he’s panicking, God, he’s panicking because Dean loves her.


And she loves him.


They leave the motel within the next hour once Sam arrives. Y/N runs a quick shower then brushes her teeth and Sam tells them about the vampire nest he took out. Dean pretends to listen even though he isn’t. He can’t. He’s ruminating over this new earth-shattering realization.


They’ve been dating for months; they’ve been sleeping in the same bed. They’ve been touching—God, they’ve been touching—but it is only now that his heart has chosen to drop this bombshell on his. This feeling; this plague.


Love.


What is to him? What can it be for the two them? All this time being with Y/N, Dean has avoided the thought. But the truth is the truth—it’s been lurking in the back of his mind, nudging at his conscience, asking his what if; what if it’s possible, what if he’s the one, and now all these questions are answered.


They sit in the car and begin to drive. The entire journey is spent with their fingers intertwined as Dean drives and his heart a mangled mess hammering in his chest. Y/N and Sam are laughing and talking about the hunt and Cas. He’s waiting for them at home, apparently, but Dean can’t bring himself to care about anything right now, because God, this is torture.


“Feeling okay?” Y/N asks him. The elder Winchester casts  a brief glance at her, taking his eyes off the road.


“Just tired.” He answers, nodding. Lying.


But Y/n doesn’t push. Instead, she gives him a sad smile, squeezes his hand in hers, and Dean has to resist from swerving off the road.


Disintegrated.


His entire body feels electric and like its buzzing when they get home. He kills the engine and Sam and Y/N hoist their things onto their backs and clamber out, making their way into the house.  Dean follows suit.


In the library, Castiel sits in waiting, and then rises once he hears the sound of footsteps. They say their hellos. Dean gives him a hug—he’s truly happy to see him—, they exchange pleasantries, and then he retreats into his room, his alibi being that he’s not feeling good.


When he’s alone, finally, the elder Winchester shuts the door behind him and then leans against it, dropping his bags onto the floor. His head tips back and his eyes shut.


Finally.


Finally alone. Finally able to gather his thoughts. The hammering in his chest has slowed, and Dean immediately strips himself of his jacket and tosses it on the bed, left in nothing but his undershirt as he goes to sit at the edge. With his head bowed, he cards his fingers through his hair.


He needs to tell her.


Soon, as soon as possible. Dean has been a hunter all his life—he knows just how fleeting life is. He knows how one minute you’re there and the next you’re not, and thinking about Y/N never getting to hear him utter those three words to her makes his heart wrench. Not only once, either.


Dean wants to say it over and over.


To chant it, to sing it—his heart feels swollen with love and a craving and a peace that comes with knowing, and he wants to proclaim that, but how? He wonders.


That’s all he can do, for now. Wonder. Think. And that’s all he does for the rest of the evening, and that’s he does when he goes to sleep, and Dean wracks his mind over and over for the confidence he needs to utter those three words to Y/N, but it seems impossible.


He wonders how she does it so easily.
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This is just a reminder to all of you: Dean is an absolutely complex and imperfectly perfect and sweet human being who is just trying to work through his emotions and get through this hell of a life; please don’t forget.

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