why do i like so many angsty things

its been so long but im still trying to figure out how you could go from “i love you” to “i don’t care about you anymore” in such a short amount of time

Writing Loners

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Final Fantasy XIV is an online video game that I occasionally dabble in that recently announced that players will be able to play as the “Samurai” class. 

As Final Fantasy XIV is home to a fairly congested roleplaying community, I fully predict such samurai characters to fully engage in hamfisted concepts like bushido, honour, and “the way of the sword” with about as much subtlety as a fifty-ton bomb demolishing a high rise apartment complex in a fiery apocalypse, complete with screaming children and unfortunate escapees leaping from windows.

In equal measure, I fully expect such characters to be “loners with dark pasts”, “seeking atonement”, or desiring solitude for completely arbitrary and laughable reasons.

Now perhaps this is just my cynicism, but I’ve seen many a trainwreck wherein a character is less “lone noble ronin wandering the country and rescuing peasants” and more “sword-wielding sociopath inexplicably killing random people who have very justified intentions”.

This post was written to try to stem that tide.

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15strawberri3s  asked:

Hello! If you're still taking hug prompts, how about Pidge hugging Shiro?

Ahh, I love these two!  Thanks for the prompt!

Shiro sat up on Black’s nose, away from the chaos of the village.  He was glad the people here had embraced the paladins, and he was glad the others were taking the chance to let off some steam and enjoy the party.  He just needed a break from it all, a moment by himself away from the crowds.

He felt like he could breathe again.

After a few minutes, he thought he should probably go back to the party, but he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do it.  The sun was setting, and he had a great view from up here, and he still didn’t want to be among all those strangers.

A clanging noise beneath him drew his attention away from the horizon, and he looked down to see Pidge climbing up Black’s leg toward him.  He smiled, but stayed put, waiting for her.  If she wanted him to go to the party, she’d be yelling for him, not climbing up to meet him, so maybe she needed the break, too.

When she reached him, Shiro twisted sideways to look at her, watching as she walked over to stand behind him.  "Hey.“

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders just as he was tipping his head back to look at her, and he almost clocked her in the chin with the back of his head, stopping himself just in time.  "Hey,” she answered.

He wanted to ask why she was here, but he didn’t want to sound like he was interrogating her, so he waited a few breaths instead, reaching his hands up to wrap around her arms and keep them around him.  She readjusted, kneeling so she could lean against him at a better angle, with her head propped on his shoulder.  He leaned his head sideways, nudging hers affectionately.  "You need a break, too?“

"Sort of.  I dunno.  Mostly I just wanted to make sure you were ok.  I know you don’t like being called Champion like that.”

He grunted in agreement.  That was true.  He’d tried to convince himself it wasn’t why he was up here, but - it was true.

“I mean, it makes sense, though.  I wouldn’t want people to talk about me like all I ever did was - you know.”

He did know, and he hated that as time went on, more and more of the paladins would know, too.  Pidge had killed Haxus, and she wasn’t the only one who’d had to face killing someone sentient.  It had been necessary.  It had been the only way to stay alive.  It still hurt.

“Anyway, the sunset’s nice up here,” Pidge continued, rambling a little in his ear.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “It is.”  When she was quiet for another long moment and he realized she wasn’t going to leave, he leaned backward into her a little bit, and she pulled her arms a little tighter around his shoulders.  They watched the sun sink under the horizon in silence, figuring the others would come get them if they were needed back at the party.

anonymous asked:

LOOOOng ask ahead. So I was going through your ask joon blog, which is super cute, and I came across a post where joon says he likes drawing and stuff. And that made me remember that actual namjoon is not that great at drawing. But see it got me thinking, why do we make fanfictions or AUs about real people. Because as I see it, we don’t know these people through and through. Obviously celebrities keep some part of their life private. And yet [1]

yet in fanfiction we assign these characteristics to them, either exaggerating or diminishing their qualities to fit whatever we need it to be. And I understand why sometimes people would want to see a person a certain way, but that’s kinda your private ideas, keep them to yourselves, not spread them around. Like how in so many fics namjin ar so soft and pure and angsty and smexy, when in reality they are just two normal guys who do normal things and chill out. Im not trying to be all [2]

HETRO HETRO HETRO, im just saying that whatever their actual orientations may be fanfiction will always be off and incorrect because these are real people who are not ‘open to interpretation’ like fictional characters. And that sort of resonates with my problem for AUs as well. As much as Im a sucker for AU fanfictions there is still something that bothers me. I once asked a ReaderXBTS fic writer how it didn’t feel like going too far by writing smuts about BTS members who are(once again) [3]

) actual living people, and I think the answer I got was that ;but you know we aren’t really thinking its them you know…’ which aside from being sort of against the point of a reader insert fic, gives off the vibe that you literally could have created your own character to put in this story but you are just randomly using their names and some habits to give the impression of a certain person but not actually claim responsibility for it. I hope I don’t [4]

offend by using your blog as an example, but your ‘joon’ and actual namjoon are different people, but it feels as if you’ve borrowed his identity for some cutesy fin drawing (which they are no doubt, cute and funny). If these weird ramblings don’t make sense to you here’s a question. Why do people not want BTS to discover their fanfics, why does it embarrass them. Is it because they know that there is something wrong with writing [5]

fics about real people? What are your thoughts? And Im really hoping that you don’t give me a crap response like ‘They are celebrities, they should kinda expect it, it comes with the job’ because Im holding you to a higher standard [end]

lmao ‘long’ indeed XD

Ok let’s start slowly and get some things out of the way. Firstly, please don’t worry, I don’t mind you using my stuff as an example, so don’t feel concerned about that, it’s all good :D 

The reason people wouldn’t want BTS (or whoever else it may be) to find their fics are numerous and all quite different. But generally it’s because they’re fictional and therefore obviously made up and not representing the actual people properly, not to mention it involves the writer’s own little fantasy so it’s embarrassing. Some reasons are: fics containing ships, fics containing personality types pulled to the extreme, not to mention all the smut, kinks, mpreg(why is this a thing) and all very explicit at that. 

So there’s that. 

I agree with you when you say that x Reader fics not actually portraying that actual person is hypocritical. Cuz it’s true. It is. Like that’s the purpose of a x Reader fic/scenario. But that’s also why I really really dislike x Reader fics/scenarios and avoid them like the plague.

Back to normal fics… I think there’s a few more layers to understand for this.

I’ll tell you what my and my friend’s view on this is, because we’ve talked about it before. 

First of all, in real life, Rap Monster and Namjoon are two different people. V and Taehyung, Suga and Yoongi, etc etc. what you see on TV, on your phone, on stage is not the real person. That’s, unfortunately, not something a lot of people seem to understand, but that is the truth. We as fans don’t know them now and probably will never know them, because when a camera in on, so is this little mask that everyone with that kind of lifestyle needs in order to keep sane. 
In that way, what a lot of fans actually fall in love with isn’t the person,, but the idea of that person. And that’s what’s being portrayed in fics as well. Not the person itself, but the idea. What’s in fics isn’t Namjoon, but Rap Moster. Except everyone calls him Namjoon because imagine reading an intense moment and seeing Rap Monster I think I’d burst out laughing.

So that’s one thing. Secondly, “why use them instead of original characters?”. Well… why make fanart? People write and draw about people or characters because they like them and it’s fun. 
Another reason is because it’s easier to insert a person/character that the reader already has an image of in a scenario. Because then you don’t need to waste time on describing hings about them, because people already know, so you can more quickly get into your story.
There’s an extra layer too and that’s because of exposure. You have ideas, if you write or draw something for the first time the chances of people seeing your work is scarcely close to zero. But if you adapt your idea to fit in with a show, or with characters or with people that already have a following, the chance of your work being seen by others immediately skyrockets. A lot of people read fanfiction. A lot of people like seeing art about their favorites. Whether people like to admit it or not, or whether they even did it unknowingly or not, the fact of the matter is that you as a creator have way of a bigger chance of getting your stuff known if you do it within a fandom. Of course, not everyone does it because of that, but it’s a thought for quite a few people, tho I think that’s more in art than writing. 

There’s also the very easy reason of: It’s fun.

I don’t think it’s wrong to write fict starring celebrities. I think it’s fun and cute and a great release for a lot of people. I think some people push it a bit far, but that’s also mainly just because of my personal preferences. 

There’s plenty of people who are well aware of the fanfics and who’ve actually read a few. Fr example Zico and really everyone in Block B made fun of it one time, Zico talked about some smut ones and even commented that they were too soft lmao. I’m pretty sure they would consider it a milestone to find fanfiction XD

So yeah… don’t think too much about it anon.

Steve and Bucky giving each other some sort of touch or kiss whenever one is leaving a room.

Steve sitting on the couch waiting to start up a movie, Bucky going to get some snacks from the kitchen, Bucky running his hand through Steves hair on the way past,

When Steve leaves on his morning run he wakes Bucky up with a kiss on the forehead I will be back in an hour at most is whispered into the birds nest that is Buckys bed head,

Bucky leaving the gym to take a shower and Steve getting a light punch in the shoulder,

They move past each other clearing rooms on a mission, they grasp arms,

Even getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom means a kiss to the temple,

Every time one leaves, they say everything through touch that they can’t bring themselves to say out loud; I’m scared you won’t be here when I get back // What if this is just a dream // I love you so, so much - probably too much // What if I never see you again? // goodbye.

But when they do come back its always accompanied with a smile and an I’m back, I’m here, it’s just me, Hello.

She’s beauty, she’s grace ; Theo Raeken // Part IV


| part one | part two | part three |

Originally posted by saverockkandrolll

warnings: moRE THEO FLUFF AND A SPRINKLE OF ANGSTY LIAM & why do i feel like this part is just going to disappoint all of you? like srsly this part is a mess & so many things are happening all at once im just crossing my fingers hoping you’ll like it

requested?: yeS

“What the hell does that even mean?” She swore, her eyebrows furrowing at the unfamiliar words her eyes were scanning. “I mean, seriously, how does knowing what a transverse and a longitudinal wave help me in my life? I don’t see a point in remembering it, really, it’s one of the most useless information to ever exist.”

Theo laughs, turning his head to look at her. Her face is covered in confusion and frustration. He doesn’t think much about it anymore. It’s gotten to the point where he didn’t want to stop himself at all. He’s just letting himself fall deeper and deeper for the younger girl. 

Despite the feelings that have been growing for her, he still doesn’t stop the plan. He needed this to work; to keep her safe. The pack has been taking a liking in him, too. Which didn’t make any of this hard at all unless you took account for the love he felt for the girl he knew since first grade.

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I’m starting to get tired of unnecesarily angsty and racist post-BH FMA HCs using the ishvalans as terrorists and barbarians attacking (for not reason at all) the Elrics/Rockbells/any people that had nothing to do with the Ishval War, and then said ppl being a benevolent martyr and forgiving them anyways and becoming saint heroes for forgiving them?????????????

Like, Ishvalans didn’t even searched for revenge on Amestris people/militia right after the war except for Scar???? Why would they now???

So many things wrong that I don’t know where I should start. But first of all stop being a racist dick and treating a different culture as barbarian just because it’s different and oh dark skin. The ishvalans are not bellicose people, quite the opposite. THEY WERE ATTACKED FOR NO REASON AND THEY WERE DEFENDING THEMSELVES during the Ishval war.

And on the top of the cake, the white people being saints and forgiving and “better people”.

Great job on spreading your romanticized version of hard racism on the fandom.

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Careful how you talk or I’mma go find another angsty meme to reblog where she’s already hurt because yes. I have them lined up I know just the one. 

Also maybe they’re in an argument? Maybe I test Slytherin!Marlene? So many possibilities but I have to do the draft thing so

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Vernon angst with a fluffy ending? So what you want and have inspiration for. Everything you have done I have loved soni truat you will do good.

I feel like I failed miserably. I had so many ideas to make Vernon angsty, then I just went off the rails and started writing about random things, then my inner lit nerd came out. Whoops. Hope you still enjoy it?

Blame It On the Rain

Member: Hansol(Vernon) x oc
Genre: fluff, angst
Anon Said: Can you do a Vernon angst with a fluffy ending? So what you want and have inspiration for. Everything you have done I have loved soni truat you will do good.
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 1504

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A/N: It’s almost 1AM over here and I’m a little loopy. Okay…I’m a lot loopy. But please enjoy this one shot! I managed to merge two requests into it because I’m a boss (and because they were similar enough to do it).

Expectations // Dean x Reader

Words: 3261

Warnings: Character injury, semi violent scenes. 

Requests: Deanxreader imagine pls?! where the reader appears at the same hunt as the Winchester’s and Dean is all like ‘go home this isn’t your battle’ and just teasing the reader about how she won’t be able to take down the vampire nest so to prove him wrong she goes all badass and kills all the vampires? Like full on bADASS and Deans like wth. Then she whispers in deans ear 'told you I could take them’ then she walks off with hips swinging and then she bumps into Dean later & he’s all flirty & fluffy? ——- Hello my love! First I wanted to say how amazing and talented you are! And that’s also why I want to request something, because usually I don’t request things. So could you do a deanxreader for me, where the reader goes on a vampire hunt ( she doesn’t know the brothers) she thinks there are not many but as she goes to the nest they are like 20 vampires and gets captured by them and she gets saved by the brothers and especially dean has an eye on her. And it’s all angsty and fluffy? I love you!

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The town was basically a ghost town, worn out and small, and it was rainy as you drove in. Droplets of rain pattered onto your windshield as you drove down the very small main street they had, hitting a few potholes along the way, until you finally parked in front of the motel you’d be living out of for the night.

It was cheap and habitable, all you could ask for, and you were actually surprised to notice another car parked there. It was nice, a classic looking car, and you recognized it as an Impala, sleek and black and slick with rain.

“Can’t take your eyes off my Baby, can you?” a gruff voice said from behind you and you whirled around to face a tall guy, big eyes staring down at you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Nice car,” you complimented him, already turning to walk down to the room you’d been given. You heard footsteps behind you and sighed, tired of this already.

“What are you in town for?” the guy asked you, catching up to you easily, but you didn’t answer.

He didn’t seem to get the hint, though.

“I said—”

“I heard you the first time, slick. It’s none of your business, though,” you told him, flashing him a taunting smirk before jamming your room key into the doorknob.

He stood there, bewildered, and finally slumped his shoulders in defeat as you pushed your door open.

“Uh, my name’s Dean?” he tried meekly, and you nodded once in acknowledgement.

“Congrats. Enjoy your time in this shabby place, yeah?” you called over your shoulder, kicking your door closed before tossing your bags onto the bed a few feet away from you. The blinds were open and the curtains were pulled apart, so you got to enjoy the view of watching this so-called Dean walk away from your room, scratching his head in confusion.

You chuckled lightly to yourself and got your things out soon after, prepping for the hunt you’d be on tonight. It looked like a handful of vamps in the area, couldn’t have been more than four or five, so you had it easy. Large numbers of them were popping up everywhere suddenly, so you’d have to be grateful for this smaller hunt; you’d have bigger fish to fry sooner or later.

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It was a small town and you knew you’d bump into Dean sooner or later. He was at the diner, a piece of pie in front of him, but he was focused on you as you stepped inside, the little bell above the door dinging to signify your entrance.

He had been the first thing you’d seen as well and you walked over to him before a waitress could seat you somewhere else, arms folding themselves on top of the table.

“You don’t look like the type of girl who comes to towns like this,” he said after swallowing a bite of his pie. His eyes were wary on you now and you gave him a hard look, afraid of where he was going with this.

“I already told you before,” you reminded him. “It’s none of your business.”

Dean’s look didn’t falter, however, and you were stuck feeling paralyzed. Your heart constricted when he set down his fork and sighed, raising his brow at you.

“I bet you don’t even know how many vampires there are in this town,” he said finally, his voice low as to not attract anyone’s attention.

Your heart nearly stopped. So he was a hunter as well.

And that’s when it hit you.

“Dean Winchester?” you whispered, and Dean gave you a small smirk.

“One and only,” he nodded.

“Well, get the hell out of here,” you snapped, glaring at him now. “This is my case, not yours. I can take care of it.”

Dean scoffed at that and took another bite of his pie, shaking his head adamantly before saying, “We got here first, sweetheart. You might as well get on your way, vampires are a tricky business. This isn’t your case, not your fight either. Leave it to us, got it?”

Anger had crept up on you swiftly the more he spoke, his words hitting you like sissy punches. You shook your head in disbelief, grabbing his cup of black coffee and not hesitating to spill it over his stupid pie.

“You’re stupid if you think I’m leaving just because you got here first. I can handle it, alright? And if you ever call me ‘sweetheart’ again, I’ll sock you right in the face,” you warned him, standing up to find a waitress so you could ask for a booth.

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Of course it was a warehouse, it was always some creepy place with vamps. You thought you’d have an advantage with daylight but the rain was clouding up the sky. It was bleak and dark when the sun should have still been in the sky, but nighttime was approaching anyway and you didn’t have much time before your vampires woke up. They still had a sleeping cycle and you could use it to your advantage.

Your boots were quiet against the concrete floors as you stepped inside the building. The tangy scent of blood hit your nose hard and it took a lot for you to keep from gagging. You saw chains first and then actual people hanging from their arms, drenched in their own blood. Panic coursed through you as you made your way over as quickly and quietly as you could, but you knew deep down that it was too late.

They were too pale, too still, too unresponsive to be alive. It tugged at your heart and made your stomach twist at the thought that they had probably been alive last night. They looked like they’d just died, just before you’d had the chance to get there to save them, and that’s what hit you the hardest at that moment.

You were zoned out, completely engrossed in mourning in silence for these strangers, and that’s what got you into trouble.

There was a sharp pain that hit against the side of your head and then you were out.

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Chains. Bloodied chains was the first thing you noticed. They were around your wrist, holding you up by the arms with the toes of your feet barely grazing the concrete below you, which was smeared with dried blood.

You tried not to panic but your heart was racing and your breathing was getting shallow and quick. They’d gotten you. But, after inspecting what you could, there didn’t seem to be much damage other than the throbbing pain in your head where they’d blitzed you.

You were strung up next to the strangers you hadn’t been able to save and you were sick with their cruelty. Night was approaching swiftly but you had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

The vampires were laughing, whispering, and you could hear them all around you. And that’s when you realized with horror that you’d been wrong before. You’d been wrong about everything. There weren’t just four or five of them hiding out here…there were more. That’s why they needed a bigger place to hide out, why there were so many dead bodies.

Just by counting the ones you could see, there were more than ten. Possibly as many as twenty vampires littered the warehouse, waking up one by one by the smell of your fresh blood.

“Look who’s awake,” a shrill voice said. Your eyes followed the direction it had come from and you were met with a scrawny woman that couldn’t have been any older than you. She was smiling, a mean gleam in her eye, something that showed how empty inside she was. “It’s our lunch. Go ahead and meet your friends, you’ll be dead like them soon enough.”

Your feet swung wildly when she approached you with a tall and lanky man, her mate, and they both flashed grins that were too wide and made you feel sick. There was no way you’d succumb to being vamp chow, but there was also no escaping from your binds.

Her fangs were bared now, ready to dig into your neck, but every head in the spacious room turned at the sound of boots clambering into the warehouse. You watched with surprised, wide eyes as Dean came lumbering inside with a taller guy in tow, both of them with menacing expressions.

His eyes caught yours and widened in terror when he saw the state you were in; it was what he needed to get going. He was good and so was the other guy. They’d been able to take down a few vampires that had lunged at them in a few moves with minimal injuries.

This wasn’t their first rodeo, it seemed.

Dean was running towards you, a vial of what you presumed to be dead man’ blood clutched tightly in his hands. It made the vampires stay away from him, eyeing the needle there, and he worked on the chains holding you there with quick hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked you quickly, jumping when a loud shout sounded behind him. You watched in amazement as the other guy, you were guessing was Sam Winchester, took down yet another vampire that was ready to come at you and Dean, and then you were back to watching the obvious leaders, both of whom looked angry and terrified.

The chains loosened their grip on you and you grunted as you yanked your wrists free, ignoring the raw feeling on your skin as you reached into your boot and pulled out the knife you’d been hiding. It was dipped in dead man’s blood, nearly coated with it, and you got to work quickly.

Sam had managed to take down several vampires with Dean but you were ready to get down to business. Your knife was nearly flying all over the place as you took down the rest of them, watching them go down like flies, and your eyes flashed when you looked to the leaders of the group there. Your knife was glistening now with both vampire and dead man’s blood and you tilted it threateningly towards them.  

“You thought that you could get rid of me that easily?” you scoffed, glaring hard at them. They were backing up into a corner, eyes wild as you approached them, and the man made the mistake of lunging at you with the girl screaming behind him. Your knife plunged into his throat, still tainted with dead man’s blood, and he fell to floor in a daze, choking softly before passing out.

The woman was quick but not quick enough and you’d managed to pounce on her, plunging your dagger into her heart, still dabbed with enough toxic blood to have her grow weak in your grasp.

Every single vampire was out and weakened by dead man’s blood at this point; you tried to avoid Dean’s look of amazement as you set to work, dragging along bodies upon bodies to a rusty piece of equipment that looked like it had cut up lumber once upon a time.

It was going to cut off some heads now.

“Do you…do you need help?” you heard Dean’s gruff voice ask you and you shook your head slowly, turning to give him a quick smirk. He stood next to Sam, eyes nearly popping out of his head, and his brother was the same.

“Nah,” you answered, turning on the equipment and watching it rumble to life. “You guys can get going. I’ve got it from here.”

“I told you to leave it to us,” Dean reminded you and you rolled your eyes while your back was still turned to him.

“They blitzed me, okay? I would have had it under control,” you said, shrugging him off.

Dean made a noise of indignation and he was by your side in no time at all, arms folding across his chest as he looked at you with a hard stare.

Gee, thanks for saving my life, Dean,” he said in a high-pitched voice that was probably supposed to be a cheap imitation of you. ”By the way, you’re so handsome. You’re such a gentleman, even to an ingrate brat like me.

“Stop lying to yourself, Dean,” you snorted. “I would never tell you that you were handsome.”

You sliced off the first head with ease and Dean made a groaning noise deep in his throat. You were about to tease him about it until you saw the look in his eyes, one that was focused on you and only you.

“Really, though. Are you okay?” he asked you, softly this time, and you quit what you were doing for a split second to be serious with him too.

“I promise I’m fine,” you assured him. “I’ll live. They didn’t do anything to me, not yet. I guess I do owe you guys some credit for helping me out today. Couldn’t have done it without you…or whatever.”

Dean smiled at you gently and nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets and ducking his head shyly. You raised a brow and stepped a little closer to him, curious about his behavior.

“You’re getting me all flustered over here and I don’t even know your name,” he said finally, and you blinked in surprise. That was true…you hadn’t told Dean your name yet and he’d just saved your life.

“Y/N,” you told him immediately, a blush rising to your cheeks. It was just your name but you felt as though you were sharing some sort of secret with Dean. It was like telling him your name was like you were giving part of yourself to him. “My name is Y/N.”

He’d annoyed you before and he was still kind of a pain in your ass but now you were starting to see what you hadn’t been able to before, what you hadn’t let yourself see. The vibrant color of his eyes and how they made your heart thump wildly in your chest, the way his smile seemed to soften his face, how rough his voice was and how flustered it made you feel.

Dean wasn’t so bad after all.

“You really took all these sons of bitches down,” he complimented you, his eyes wandering to Sam, who was taking down the chained up dead bodies, a common trait of sympathy you shared with him.

Your eyes turned back to Dean and you smirked smugly, leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

“Told you I could handle it,” you grinned, risking the chance to brush your lips across his cheek in a half-hearted kiss before turning back to what you’d been doing before.

“Hey, you did all the other fun stuff, let us get rid of these guys,” Dean protested as you got back to work. You snorted a little and stepped away from the machine and the next body you were about to behead, gesturing for Dean to take over.

“Have at it, hunter man,” you teased, sending him a wink before sauntering off. You waved to Sam politely as you made your way out, your walk poised and confident as your hips swung lightly.

You risked a glance over your shoulder at Dean, whose mouth was agape at the sight of you leaving altogether to have him and Sam clean up the mess, but you merely waggled your fingers as a goodbye and walked into the brisk air of the evening, air still damp with the scent of rain.

First, you’d need to get your wounds treated. And then maybe you could lose yourself in thoughts of Dean.

– – – – – –

Stars shone brightly overhead as you worked under the hood of your car, grumbling to yourself at the nonsense. Somehow, someway, your battery had gotten disconnected and you were in the process of putting it back together on your own. Still, it was harder in the dark and your instincts were as vigilant as ever.

Headlights came washing over as you closed the hood and walked back to the driver’s side, but you stopped short when you saw the car veer off to the side of the road just a few feet ahead of you. At first, you’d been a little wary, but once the headlights cut out and you saw the familiar silhouette of the Impala, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You stalking me now?” you asked Dean, your tone light and teasing as he walked over to you.

“You wish,” he shot back with a short chuckle, nodding his head towards your car. “Car troubles?”

With a groan you nodded in defeat, slumping against the side of your car with your eyes on the hood.

“Wants me to be killed in the woods by some insane hitchhiker or something. My car has a death wish on me,” you replied sullenly. Dean chuckled again, tapping his fingers against the hood thoughtfully.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” he asked you but you merely gave him a short smile.

“I already fixed it up myself but thanks. You better get going, don’t want to keep Sam waiting in there,” you said, nodding towards the Impala.

Dean shrugged casually and shuffled his feet, heels digging into the mushy dirt as his gaze locked on yours.

“He found himself some girl in town so I told him we could stay a few more days. I was just taking a drive to clear my head,” he admitted.  Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of it and you bit your lip, your mind warring with itself on what to say next.

Dean beat you to it, though, apparently braver than you were in these types of situations.

“If you don’t still think I’m terrible and all that, maybe you’d want to…I don’t know, I was just thinking you’d might want to come drive with me for a while,” Dean said quickly, and even though night surrounded you, you could still make out a tinge of red flooding his cheeks.

You nodded quickly to ease his nerves, but it made your heart pound this time, and you had to duck your head to hide the blush that formed on your face.

“You don’t mind the company?” you asked quietly, just making sure that there was no way you could have this mixed up as something else.

Dean had grabbed your wrist, though, his fingers wrapping around it delicately, and he led you back to the Impala without another word, his eyes sneaking glances at you as you slid in with him into the car and revved the engine.

The road flew under you and time seemed to stop as you sat with Dean and watched the darkened scenery zoom by. He’d put in a tape and you’d nodded your head along to the beat, and the car was comfortably quiet despite that tape playing.

It startled you how easy it was with Dean, just sitting there and enjoying each other, and you managed to let your mind take a break from the urgent things in your life.

The only thing urgent on your mind was the fact that one of Dean’s hands had let go of the steering wheel and was inching closer to yours now. And looking into his eyes, you knew you both had the same thought running through your head.

You had all night with each other and you were going to make the most of it.