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I Think I Wanna Marry You... (Part 4)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader obvi because I’m trash

Word count: 4k

Soundtrack: Halsey - Now Or Never

[“ i see a love so pure it moves the heavens….”

“…but does it endure?”]

Summary: Y/N manages to coax Dean into going on a few untimely escapades in preparation for the big day. Meanwhile, the elder Winchester tries his best to subdue his doubts about where their relationship stands.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A/N: Part 5 is already in the works, so you can expect an update by this time next week. This entire series is fun to write, so I’m glad people enjoy it.

Tagging:

@selenakaulitz

@g-c-falorraquideo​​

@daesunglg​ , @insaneimagines


                                                ~*~*~*~

Y/N is a bundle of nerves in her bright yellow sundress, and nothing Dean can do can ease her anxiety.


Before him she stands, the strap of her satchel tangled in her fingers and her brow creased. She looks at Dean and doesn’t even try hiding the fact that she’s nervous.


“I’m sorry…” She apologizes. “I didn’t know you’d have to come along for this. If I had, then—“


“Then you would have turned down the offer?”


Bowing her head, Y/N glimpses away…“No….”


“Yeah, so don’t apologize.”


Dean is making this so much harder than it should be. In his usual fashion, he’s complicating things, stretching out a second of tension into an hour and it’s so bloody irritating for Y/N that she could scream.


But instead all she does is bottle it up and cap it, trying to play the pacifist in this situation. “I said I’m sorry, Dean…” She bites her lip, obviously abashed, and shakes her head.


The elder Winchester rolls his eyes. The sun is out and hot and today he’s decided to trade in his usual get-up of pants-and-shirt for a T shirt and jeans. Dean knows the weather is probably the main factor to why he’s so antsy, but will he let that stop him from complaining…?


“Sorry won’t cut it.” He indignantly huffs. “I don’t wanna go, anyway.”


“Jesus, it’s just dress shopping!” Y/N complains.


“I don’t wanna go dress shopping.” He counters. His voice isn’t harsh, just agitated. He’s agitated. She knows that. If she didn’t, then maybe this entire interaction would have gone a lot different. “You go. Tell your family that I had other stuff to do, manly stuff.”


Y/N rolls her eyes. “I didn’t bring you along on this trip to do manly stuff. If that’s what I wanted then I would have left you back home and taken Sam instead.”


Having thought it to be a brilliant idea, her family invited Dean out with them to go dress shopping in town. And taken how much Dean (and, let’s be honest, Y/N, too) despises Boston, the idea of being out and about in the city is sickening.



So, he resists.


Y/N lets out a sigh of defeat and turns to go tell her mum and S/P/N the news. As she saunters through the lounge and into the ballroom, she reviews today’s plan: dress shopping. Not hard at all. Totally easy, right?


She shouldn’t be feeling so anxious about it. But here she is. Her satchel’s strap by now is a mess of knots between her fingers and she releases it, walking up to the elevator, ready to press the button, when it suddenly pings and halts. The doors slide open—


And then there’s Rick.


Standing, using his phone, head bowed and not noticing her until she speaks.


Y/N straightens out. “Oh..” She says, earning the attention of the ebony-haired man as he looks up.


Their eyes meet, and right away a smile spreads across his mouth. “Y/N…!”


“Rick…”


They speak simultaneously, words bubbling over each other. Y/N giggles quietly.  He smiles.“Going up?”


She nods and then scuttles in. There’s nobody else in so, thankfully, there’s no rush to usher him out and move on, so Y/N takes her time to catch up.


Her eyes rake over his face until they finally settle on blue eyes, a deep sapphire, a shade she once in the days of her childhood lusted over.


She’s going to be frank here—teenage Rick was cute.


Exponentially. Terribly. With a defined nose and jaw line so strong it could cut cheese, he’d been the subject of her fantasies for months as a teenager. It’s not the first time he’s had the thought and so she welcomes it in without question. Y/N had always had the biggest crush on him. On his eyes; on the way that he wore yellow and pastels and smiled at her a little bit longer than he did all the other girls. On how he used to manage to stir up such alien feelings in her stomach that it excited her.


She’d been like—what? Sixteen, when he moved to the house next door? Yeah. Probably. Like, sixteen and he’d been eighteen and he’d joined their school.  And upon first encounter, enamored and optimistic, Y/N had been set on claiming him as her own.


But those days were gone now. She was grown and experienced and all the desires of girlhood had been satiated. She moved away, became a hunter. She soon forgot about those sapphire eyes that had driven her crazy.



A smile lights up her face as she stares at him. “Funny seeing you here, Mister Montoijia.”


“I could say the same about you.” Rick replies with an equally excited smile. “Where to?”


“Uhm, mom. We’re going dress shopping today and I need to talk to her about it.”


“Sounds like fun.”


“Glad you think so. “ She scoffs. “Try telling that to Dean, maybe you could talk some sense into him.”


“Where is he now?”


“Uhm..”Y/N peers her head out, scouting the room for the sight of the elder Winchester in his Zepellin T-shirt and Sam by his side. She looks around curiously, until finally she spots the top of the younger Winchester’s hair by the bar.


She points them out. “There…”


Rick leans forward, peeping out. Y/N watches him, eyes trailing over his features, over his distinct adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, over the dark 5-o’clock-shadow tainting his jaw—God, his jaw.


He turns back to her. “Well, okay then. Anyway—catching up? When can we do that, or are you too busy to spare me a cup of coffee?” His lips, bright pink and luscious, pull back in a lopsided grin, shark-like teeth exposed.


“Oh…”Y/N blushes. “Uhm—yeah, sure. How about…Thursday, seven o’clock?” She offers, back tracing when she notices the subtle fall in Rick’s excited expression.


“It’s just that I’m really busy with all this wedding stuff.”


“Oh, yeah…Okay then.” The smile returns.


Y/N mirrors him.


“Thursday it is.” He says, and then just like that, slips out of the elevator.


                                                        ~*~*~*~

The dress store is a fifteen minute drive away, perched on a busy avenue lined with shops and boutiques of all sorts. The bridal party—Y/N and the other maids, Jackie and Emma, some of her sister’s grad-school friends—are packed in the backseat alongside Dean and Aunt Steph as S/P/N slides the car over to the side of the road and parks.


Dean clambers out of the tiny Ipsum, trailing behind Y/N and the entire entourage: S/P/N, Jackie and Aunt Steph lead the way into the boutique, all chatter and laughs. Dean groans internally—this is so berating. So emasculating. He’d rather be back at the hotel, grabbing a beer with Uncle Gary and talking about anything but color patterns, but he pacifies his mind by reminding himself that he chose this.


It’s for Y/N, after all. He’s taken a literal bullet for her and then some— a little dress shopping can’t be that bad…?


“Just persevere.  I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”


“Are you?”


She shrugs. They amble in past mannequins sartorially dressed in sequins and satin and colors of all sorts. For a bridal shop, everything—rather than being pallid white—is pretty gaudy and exuberant. Frills here and there, feathers, glitter. Dean almost pukes at the sight of a bright cyan dress that Aunt Steph is scrutinizing and quickly averts his attention to the row of dresses Y/N is riffling through.


“We’re not having a wedding in Vegas.” She says distastefully, rubbing some glittery nylon between her fingers.  “What’s with all this color?”


“You don’t like it?” Dean asks.


She shakes her head, trailing her fingers along a fuscia feather boa as they saunter through.  “My wedding is going to be the exact opposite of this. Hell…” She says, looking ahead. “…my wedding’s not even going to be in Boston. Or Vegas, for that matter.”


“Where, then? New Orleans? Seems very you.”


“I was thinking California.”


“Ew…” Dean scrunches his face up in disgust, and Y/N clicks her tongue, smacking him in the shoulder. He chuckles.


“Shut up.” She giggles, fingering the bright pink feathers. “ You don’t have a say in this.”


“As your boyfriend, I think I do.” He ribs. “We’re definitely not getting married in California. No way.”


Y/N scoffs. “Pfft—like we’ll even last long enough for a wedding.”


“You think we won’t?”


“You think we will?” She stops and turns to him.


Dean smiles.


Y/N mirrors him, tipping her head back in a challenging manner. He wants to laugh because he knows she’s right, but instead, he only scoffs, shakes his head and turns away.


Deciding that this isn’t the place for them, S/P/N and her mom are arguing over which store they should go to next. There’s a classic-white-wedding one right across the road and so they settle on that. Impatiently, the elder Winchester slips his phone from his pocket and checks the time as Y/N wanders off to the sidelines. Oddly enough, he’s shocked to see a missed call from Sam. A few minutes back. Probably while they were on their way here. Pocketing the device, he inhales and grabs Y/N’s hand.


“Come on.” Dean tugs on it and tries to move, but instead their fingers untangle. The elder Winchester then glances back over his shoulder, befuddled.


Y/N’s still entranced by the boa as she turns to him, eyes wide in. “Oh—we’re leaving?”


“Yeah, you coming?” He quirks his brow and  Y/N nods, letting her fingers halt their caress as she joins him. She lips her hand back in his, but before they can move, glances back at the boa with want. Dean catches her.


His gaze bounces between it and his partner, disconcerted. It takes a moment, a moment of wonder and wide, pleading puppy eyes and the curve of a shy smile before the cogwheels in Dean’s head turn and he catches on.


“You want it? His voice is incredulous, expression speaking volumes of surprise. It’s so tawdry and loud and he can’t think she’d want it.


But apparently, with the way she glimpses up at him guilty, bites her lip and bats her eyes, she does.


Y/N shrugs, pulling a face. “It’s kinda cute.”


The group is already almost out the door as Dean stares at Y/N momentarily; she says nothing. Heaving a labored sigh, he then grabs the boa. He fists it in his hands, turning to her, and raises it in the air.


“You really want it?” He asks, expression bored and worn.


Y/N smiles with excitement and nods. He might not see what she does in it, Dean thinks, but if he’s going to play the part of her enamored lover, then he might as well go all the way, right?


And so, with a shake of his head, the elder Winchester walks up to the cashier and smacks it down. It’s a vibrant pink, almost purple, and the sale’s associate gives him a questioning look the moment he lays it down.


He rolls his eyes, jerking his thumb behind. “It’s for my girlfriend.” He hopes he sounds convincing. It doesn’t matter, anyway. She scans it, tells him the price, and he fetches a couple of dollars from his wallet and hands them to her.


“Thank you.” The orange-haired cashier says, handing him the bag.  Nodding, Dean takes it and turns. Y/N is a flare of excitement as he approaches her; there’s a smile on her face that made Dean think, maybe—just maybe—she was just pulling his leg, a smug simper, teeth and all, but the sincerity in her thank you as he hands it to her tells Dean otherwise


“I can’t believe you wanted this.” He remarks as they exit the store. Y/N winds the fluffy boa around her neck, smiling into it, the bright feathers tickling her face. “It looks like it belongs on a burlesque dancer from Vegas.”


“It’s cute.” She remarks, lifting her gaze to the elder Winchester. “Thanks, again, Dean… You didn’t have to buy it for me, you know?”


“Yeah. “ Dean scoffs, looking left and then right for any oncoming cars; they scurry across the road, over to the boutique the entire family’s stepped into. Through the window, Dean can faintly make out the silhouette of Aunt Steph holding up a salmon gown. “The puppy-dog eyes on your face a second ago said otherwise.”


Y/N giggles and then follows him in. A chime at the door announces their arrival and the whole group’s attention is grasped as they walk in.


As soon as she spots her sister, S/P/N’s eyes go wide like saucers, a smile stretching across her face.


Flaunting her new purchase, the young hunter saunters up to her sister and flashes a quick grin. “How do I look?’


“Wow…” S/P/N breathes. “…like…a big, flashy bird. Did you really just buy that?”


“Dean did.”

Her eyes shift to the elder Winchester, brow furrowed. He shrugs in response, hands fixed in his pockets, because that seems the only eligible response in a situation like this.


S/P/N giggles and picks at the scarf as Y/N swats her hands away, when it’s time to get fitted. They’ve picked out two dresses already.


“They’re waiting for you in the dressing room,” Her mother says, resting her hands on her shoulders and ushering her off. As she is led away by her mother, Y/N briefly glances back at Dean. Her face splits into an apologetic smile, one that utters an unspoken apology, one that says I’m sorry I dragged you into this. He waves it off with a smile. It’s fine, his expression responds. Y/N smiles. Before he knows it, she’s disappeared behind the racks of dresses and mannequins and he’s left alone with S/P/N and Aunt Steph.


Sighing, the elder Winchester turns to them, trying to offer an amicable smile.


“So…”He begins. “Where are your guys dresses? I thought you were all picking something out.”


“Oh, it’s a Y/L/N family tradition for the bride to come last.” Aunt Steph’s grey eyes gleam bright and radiant; as usual, she’s smiling, her face folded and creased like fleshy dough, and Dean can’t resist feeling at least bit happy that he’ll be spending the afternoon with someone as cheerful as her.


“Even when I was getting married, it was the same. “ She elaborates. “Marilyn and my girls brought me out to watch them try on dresses, and then, when it was already time to leave, had me pick something out.”


“At least it was cute.” S/P/N chides.


“It was. Very. But anyway, we should probably get to work.” The elder woman waits expectantly; but when Dean’s brow furrows in disconcert, she turns to her niece. “You didn’t tell him?”


“I was supposed to?”


“We’re all picking something out for the girl’s to try on.” She shakes her head with a sigh. “You know—so that they have a lot of options?”


 ““Emma and Jackie are pretty happy with their choices,” S/P/N pipes up. “It’s just, well, Y/N we’re worried about. I can bet you twenty bucks—the next dress she comes out in, she’s not even gonna like it.”


“That’s why we’re here. To make sure we get her something pretty.”


“You want me to pick a dress out for Y/N?” Dean asks it like it’s absolutely crazy, like it’s ridiculous—and it is. He’s no fashion guru. His wardrobe consist of practically the same two flannels and jeans.


“So, do you accept the challenge?”The younger woman asks, quirking a brow.


Dumbfounded, the elder Winchester stares at the pair momentarily. He can’t say no, can he? That would only raise the suspicion of their little plan. He can’t risk that….


Can he?

                                               ~*~*~*~

In the dressing room, Y/N accepts each gown hurtled at her by her mother with patience and precision. The assortment is vast, all various shades and hues; even then, however, none that can even compete with the atrocity around her neck.


Dress hanging off her shoulders, Y/N glances back at garish piece abandoned on a chair.  Scrutinizes it. It’s…well…colorful. Very colorful. And it’s definitely not something they’ll be seeing her in a lot, but the knot of pride in her gut is wound too tight for Y/N to admit that maybe the purchase was a bad idea. Maybe baiting Dean with an item of the nature was a pathetic attempt at validation…


There’s no hiding it, anyway. That’s the truth. That’s all she is: pathetic and desperate for affection. I mean, why else buy such an atrocity? why else ask Dean to get it? At the time, the plan seemed bulletproof, an assured way of confirming that she had a place in the elder Winchester’s heart that would lead him to making the sacrifice…It had been a symbol of sorts. A totem.


At first.


Now all Y/N sees when she looks at it is wasted money and a testament to her pettiness in bright gaudy colors…


                                                  ~*~*~

Dean whizzes through the store as fast as his feet can carry him.

 Rack to rack to mannequin. He grabs a pink dress with rhinestones along the hem. A plain white one that runs to the knee and looks a little too casual for a wedding. It doesn’t matter, the elder Winchester tells himself. None of this does. None of this is real. this is fake-dress shopping for a fake couple…Granted, however, for….. a very real wedding….


Damn…


The thought catches Dean like a fish-hook in the neck, and he’s reeled back to his senses. Glancing down at the options he’s gathered, none of them look terrible. Very simple. Plain, eve, like the model isn’t going to be exhibited before a bunch of people.


A sigh then leaves him and Dean settles on one of the chairs provided to sort through. He tosses out one with frills and a mint-green that he knows, despite her beautiful physique, will not look flattering on Y/N. by the end of it all,  he’s left with nothing but the pale pink that he realizes is a size too large.

With an exasperated sigh, the elder Winchester chucks it onto the shelf. He bows his head in defeat. Runs a hand through his tousled hair. Groans. He needs some air, and he’s about stand to get out of the shop, when his gaze wanders to a mannequin across the room…


And then Dean halts.


                                                        ~*~*~


Y/N slips in and out of dress after dress, struggling out of tight corsets, sweat trickling down the back of her neck from all the work. There’s a pile of gowns on the floor climbing all the way to her knees, her mother standing outside, pestering about which one she should pick. Y/N tries to shut her out. She can’t think right now. Her body is sweaty and chafing, and this was dumb because she could always just wear the old dress she brought from home, but it’s out of the question.


And so she moves on to the next one…


                                                 ~*~*~*~  

The moment she comes out, Dean’s heart stops.


Standing before him in her final choice, Y/N bites her lip and furrows her brow nervously, tangling her fingers together in front of her lap. After eons of waiting, nervously tapping his fingers against the arm-rest, she’s out. Finally.


Her cheeks are dusted a feint pink and it looks like the blush is crawling further and further down her skin, breaching onto her exposed shoulders. Her skin, a haven of y/s/t dotted with freckles and spots and the littlest scars whose origin is embedded in his mind, almost sparkles in the warm lighting.


And Dean can’t help but gawk, because, damn…


The dress, strapless and deep burgundy and with a flaring skirt, looks gorgeous. Accentuating her waist and legs, it’s form fitting stunning and her bare shoulders are peeping out from behind her tresses of y/h/c. 


It looks magical; she looks magical, Dean thinks, as he tries to gather the coherence and focus to say it as she spoke.


“Well…?” A spark of hopefulness glints in Y/N’s eyes.


The elder Winchester gapes, jaw slack and eyes wide as his eyes trail from her shoulders to her legs and back up to her face. At that moment, he feels a flutter in his chest, like the beating of butterfly wings, the blink of an eye. So brief and miniscule that, if he hadn’t actively been paying attention to his feeling, he’d miss it. But he doesn’t, because how can he when this is the first time he’s seeing Y/N in such a light?


He’s so used to her hiding herself beneath jeans and tees and oversized flannels she’s stolen from his closet, in mustards and blacks and colors the shade of the earth and nature. Not that she doesn’t look good in them. She does—extremely. Only now, it’s foreign kind of beauty that Dean is witnessing, like watching a beautiful sunset from a different angle.


“Wow…” He breathes with ogling eyes. “Just….wow.”


Wow as in good?”


“More than good. Amazing, stunning. Damn, Y/N.” As soon as the words leave him Dean feels a bit ashamed by how earnest he sounds. But it’s short-lived because, then Y/N laughs and turns to the mirror a few feet away.


Her gaze slides up and down her reflection, taking in the sight as she turns and moves to try and see the dress at all angles.


“I don’t feel like me.”


“You look like you—a very dolled up and different you, sure, but still.” Dean cocks his head to the side softly. “You mean you don’t like it?”


She shrugs. He waits for an additional statement that doesn’t come. When he opens his mouth to speak, the sound of S/P/N’s voice cuts him off.


“Damn…”


They both turn; Y/N’s face then flushes an even deeper pink as she stares at her grinning sister. They’re back, shopping bags in hand, Marilyn gleaming at her side as she gazes adoringly at her. Smirking, S/P/N steps up onto the platform, arms crossed over her chest, sizing her little sister up.


“I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress in less than five years.” She states. “You look great.”


Y/N pulls a face. “Do I?”


“You do—right, mom? Doesn’t Y/N look gorgeous?” The elder sister asks her mother, who nods vigorously.


“You look so pretty, honey.” She says earnestly.


“Yeah, I’m even worried you might one up me at my own wedding.” S/P/N’s tone is teasing as she rests a hand on her sister’s shoulder. Y/N rolls her eyes and goes to look at her reflection once more. Her gaze is fixed on the mirror.


“So…” She starts, gathering her confidence in a heavy breath, “This one?”


Dean can tell it’s directed at him because of how her eyes dart in the mirror, and so he nods. “Definitely.”

                                              ~*~*~

The drive back is quiet and tranquil, the only sound filling the silence being that of the rumble of the engine. The thud of Y/N’s heartbeat; the hammering.


She feels a warmth glow in her chest.


A heat, vehement and demanding her attention and recognition as it sets the walls of her chest ablaze. A heat that, until a moment ago, she had managed to keep locked away and hidden. A vice.


She doesn’t want this; she doesn’t want to incessantly think about the way his eyes regarded her back in that shop; about the glint of awe in the rim of his green eyes when she walked out, about the way that he managed to stir up this warmth that she’d shuttered since they’d held hands in the car.


But it’s back now—fiercer than ever, tumultuous, and nothing Y/N can do can smother its flames.


Eyes set on the city whizzing by, she tries not to focus too much on it, attempts to drown out her feelings by settling her attention on the city outside. On the sound of Dean’s voice as he converses with her mum about Nebraska and the life they left behind for these two weeks; on the way he laughs when Aunt Steph throws in a line about her time in Nebraska, or on how well he’s managed to adapt to her circus of a family. And Y/N finds it astounding—she always has—how Dean does that: how he just clicks with people.


With his polar opposites, with people living lives on the other end of the spectrum. Only four days in and he’s already won their hearts over, and it makes Y/N grateful that she picked Dean to be by her side for these two weeks. (But even that isn’t enough to tame the hurricane behind her ribs.)


When they get back to the hotel, she rushes straight to their bedroom, throwing the door open and quickly heading to the bathroom.


Flicking the tap on, Y/N pools some water in her hands and splashes it onto her face. Once, twice. She then looks up at her reflection, at the harried girl staring back at her with panicked eyes, at the droplets of water slowly trickling down her face.


This can’t be happening.


She can’t be letting herself go like this, allowing a distraction as intense as these feelings for Dean to sidetrack her. She’s here on a mission; with a motive: convince. Convince them she’s doing okay as a hunter, convince them she doesn’t need to be domesticated back her in Massachusetts…


Convince herself that everything she’s telling them is the truth.


It is, isn’t it? Y/N has known, being a hunter, that the beatific suburban life is anything but an aspect of her future. She knows this; accepts this. If she didn’t, then going through the motions of everyday life would be more tedious than they already are. If she didn’t, then every time she’d look at S/P/N and Japheth and her mother and father, and Rick, and Boston and a life she once had so idyllic it was the epitome of normality, then her heart would splinter….more than it already did.


When Y/N looks at herself in the mirror, it takes her a few seconds to realize that there are tears streaming down her face, meshing with the water, disguising themselves like chameleons in the Amazon. Crap.  She reaches for the paper towels nearby, pulling one out, and dabs it onto her dripping face, when all of a sudden—


“Y/N! You in here?”


She jerks her hands away from her face, turning to the source of the voice. Footsteps sound. She quickly crumples the paper and, tossing it into the bin, exits the bathroom, finding Dean in the middle of the bedroom, holding her feather boa and the bag with her dress in one arm.


His eyes slide to her face, and the elder Winchester’s expression, formerly placid, contorts into one of disconcert. Y/N, however, doesn’t give him any time to scrutinize—she quickly approaches and takes the dress out of his hand.


“Thanks. I forgot about that.”


“Yeah, and this.” He hands her the boa; she takes it, wrapping it around her neck and exhaling heavily.


“They sent me up to get you.” Dean says. “Everyone’s downstairs waiting for you, your mum’s dying to see you in your new digs.”


Y/N glimpses at the bright salmon dress, then back at the elder Winchester, fingers still floating around her collar. “Seriously? I have to wear it?”


“Hey,” Dean raises his hands in defense. “I’m just the messenger here.”


“God…”She groans, letting her hands fall to her sides as she drops onto the bed. A labored sigh then leaves her and she shuts her eyes before she feels the mattress dip.


Dean scoots up, snaking an arm around Y/N’s frame, and she leans into it. She lets out another sigh; quieter, and Dean instead inhales.


“You really don’t like being back here, huh?”


“No…No, I don’t. That’s why I asked you to come along in the first place. I thought that you’d be a great distraction.”


“Why?”


“I don’t know. Because it’s you? You always mange to distrac—“


“No, I mean, what’s with the hate for Boston? It is your home.”


“Massachusetts is.”


“Whatever. Stop trying to smart your way out of this, Y/N, I’m serious.” He is; by the way his green eyes probe, looking to draw the truth out, by the soberness of his expression, by the mere silence that hangs between them as Dean waits for a response. This much is enough of a tell that he means business, and Y/N hates it.


She doesn’t want to speak; not about how she’s feeling. Not about the warmth. About Dean and their friendship. Despite her disdain towards it, she’d much rather go down and socialize in her gaudy salmon dress just to get out of this situation.


Y/N bites her lip and shakes her head, searching his gaze. “Why do you care?”


“Why shouldn’t I?” Dean counters.


“Because it’s not your problem, Dean.” Y/N snaps, like a twig bent so much it has to break, like the warmth in her chest has turned into a full-fledged fire and it’s taking hold. She then feels it, pulsing through her, a vehement bitterness because inside feels corrupted and wrong and—


He flinches, inching away. His hand slips form around her shoulders as his brow furrows, an expression of hurt taking over.


“It’s not your problem to always look out for me, to try and figure out what’s on my mind.”


“Look, I’m just trying to help out here.”


“Don’t. Don’t try to help.” Y/N can feel tears stinging in her eyes, clouding her vision, painting Dean in a blurry silhouette. “ Just because you’re playing my boyfriend, doesn’t mean you have to act like it when my family’s not around.”


And then there it is. The finishing blow, the shot to the heart.


Dean gapes at Y/N in disbelief, frozen, like he’s trying to decipher if she just said, if he’s hearing right because no, she couldn’t have really just said…


“Just…” Sighing, Y/N rests her head in her hands. Shakes it.


Dean stares at her some more, until it strikes him, and instead he feels resentment swell in his stomach bit by bit. “Wow…”


“Just go…”


He doesn’t hesitate. Rising from the bed, the elder Winchester grabs his keys from the bedside table and stalks over to the door, pulsing with irritation, face hot. He’s almost at the door when he whips back around and looks at Y/N.


Frail, vulnerable Y/N. Crying Y/N. Magical.


His.


A surge of sadness gets him and Dean scowls.  “I really wish I was doing this just because I have to play your boyfriend.” He says.


And Y/N lifts her head, looks at him, ready to reply, but before she can get a word out he’s already out the door.


                                              ~*~*~*~

I Love to suffer :))

Not gonna lie: writing the argument between Dean and Y/N was a bit tough for me. I’m an intense anti-Dean-angst fanatic because I hate seeing my boy in pain, but…man…I had to.Feel free to throw rocks, I understand.

If not ,however, and you happened to like this, show some love by liking, reblogging and/or following to keep updated and check out some other Dean-stuff I’ve written. If you’re interested in being tagged in the next part, don’t be shy to inbox me :)

Have a nice day!

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VN Update: Shits fucked up. Basically I first used gifs timed with audio and this worked well with what I was doing but the gifs only played once and for some reason they won’t replay. “A simple fix” I thought to myself “I’ll just make them loop and then use a simple command to cut them off at the right time” NOPE Now they played at random times in the animation if replayed with in the game. Well here’s the oh so very simple fix for that or what I like to call: “PLAN C” Using Photoshop to save each individual frame of the animation into .pngs and then using Sony Vegas to save it into a .wmv with the aforementioned audio, then converting it into a .ogv with a random website so it can run in Tyranobuilder (Ren'Py for dummies) See? simple!

Home - Part 1 of ???

[This is my first fic for this particular fandom, and the first fic I have written since my senior year in high school (2003! Wow!) Since the gang revealed how the series was supposed to end and even some long standing secrets, I wanted to write a little something about what they might have gotten up to after all was said and done. I hope you all enjoy it. I certainly had fun writing it. This will likely be a multi-parter but I apologize ahead of time that I will be slow to update as I work full time, I’m married and have lots of other responsibilities. Not to mention a mini-vacation coming up at the beginning of June. So patience is the key here. But feel free to leave me comments and let me know what you think!]

Part 1 - You are here
Part 2 - Click me!

Title: Home

Summary: They did it. They had taken back their lives and finally found peace again, but Rythian still isn’t quite satisfied. Something is missing. That something, is Home.

Characters: Zoeya, Rythian, Teep, Ravs (mention), Nilesy (mention) so far. Potentially more to come? Idk.

Pairings: Zoethian (if you don’t like it you can scroll on please - I know there has been some hate lately but yo, to each their own okay? c:)

Warnings: Cute shit. Yeah that’s right. Fluff central. May update for future chapters.

You know how all traditional fairy tales end with “Happily Ever After”, but what exactly happens “ever after”? Is the story truly over? After all, the hero or heroine must have saved the day and now everything is perfect, and happy and wonderful.

Keep reading

UPDATE: ADDING COMMISSION SLOTS + SKETCH INFO!

Hi! I’m Nicholas C. Bunnii and I’m just your average unemployed college student who’s working on his art major, I’m currently trying to save up money for the next school year, so basically for text books and materials bc paint is expensive. Plus I also want to be able to help out my family with the bills and be able to support myself without asking my family for help.

  • add an extra Character info - Sketch: $3 Flat Color: $10 Full Color: $15 (2 character max)
  • Background info: Solid Color/Transparent - Free Complex Backgrounds: negotiable
  • Sketches are now going to be monochrome with your choice of one color, before I was doing 3 colors and some of my other art friends have informed me that doing that I was cheating myself out of someone commissioning a flat color drawing. However if you want a 3 color palette sketch it’ll be an additional $3 for your choice of color, though I encourage you to consider on getting a flat coloring. 

Here’s what I will/can draw and what I can’t/won’t draw list!

  • I will draw: Your oc (photo ref mandatory), Fandom Stuff/Fanart, Mild NSFW: (mild nudity, pastel/soft gore), Furries (note: Though I do draw them I usually have trouble drawing them out of chibi style)
  • What I won’t draw: Fetish art, Mecha, Armor (However if it’s not a lot of armor I may consider it) Incest,bestiality, pedophilia etc. Along with any topic that may make me feel uncomfortable.

Slots Open: 

  1. @wishstonedragon - Full Color Full Body
  2. @starschlep - Full Color Half Body
  3. -Open-
  4. -Open-
  5. -Open-

If you are interested or have any questions please contact me via tumblr message! And even if you can’t buy anything a simple reblog helps too! 

As I mentioned, I feel pretty shitty this morning. I honestly don’t think I could focus to write so instead I finaaaaally sat down and did some work on my Tumblr blog that I’ve meant to do for ages.

1. I started a blog for NSFW stuff, which I expect will be primarily fanart. @unforthnsfw

2. I added three pages to my main home page at unforth-ninawaters.tumblr.com:

  • Current Writing Projects and Idea Masterlist (and EVEN MORE expanded version of the list I reblogged earlier, but now I hopefully won’t lose it every damn time I want to update it)
  • My Fandoms and My Kinks (which is an update/C&P of the post I’ve been linking in my calls for prompts)
  • Master Fic List (an update of the 100-a-versary post I put up the other day, listing all 102 fics I’ve currently got up on AO3)

I’m thinking I should also add a page about my Patreon, a page about my original work, and a page about when taking prompts. Can anyone think of anything else that would be helpful? Maybe an about me with some links to where to find me on other websites?

I’ve been meaning to do this for literally over a year but I had it in my head that it was hard but it turns out it’s really, really not, so hey, I’m glad my feeling shitty turned into something vaguely productive.

EXCLUSIVES / MAINS UPDATE !     checking in to say that i’m now exclusive / ship exclusive with @webfluid’s peter parker ,   however i’ll break the main exclusivity part for a group verse involving @websavior that’s in the works.     and on the note of that verse i’m also exclusive for mary jane with @citystarlet.      i’ve also added  @purrsuasion  ( selina kyle ) ,   @cluefound  ( nancy drew ) ,   @meddlingheels  ( daphne blake ) ,   and   @spangling  ( steve rogers ). 

MARVEY FICS MASTERPOST RE-UPDATED PART2

Musician AU

Mike and Harvey

  1. Crescendo - smatalli

Mike

  1. Mike + The Harmony – Sauffie
  2. Streed Kid Serie – veritas_st
    Looking Sharp (Not Looking for Love)
    You Sound Like Music
    The Initial Response

Nothing Hill AU

Mike

  1. 76 & Lexington – widnst

Harvey

  1. when our stars collide - tattooedsiren

Parenting (or where they want kids)

  1. Everything Good In The World – skyenapped
  2. Take Your Daughter to Work - bballgirl3022
  3. this life, this love – tattooedsiren
  4. Window Shopping - lostinspacexx3

The Proposal AU

  1. Casual Encounters - Attorney C (arh581958)
  2. I Now Pronounce You Mike and Harvey - aLLiCaT225
  3. Limited Parthership – Pookaseraph
  4. Speaking of Happiness – machtaholic (cinderella81)
  5. whatever the question – tattooedsiren
  6. Wear My Name – Lunarflare14

Porn with or without Plot

“With Plot”

  1. Curious George - Anonymous
  2. Inseparable – BatSuitsCrazy (McDanno50)
  3. Slow - sal_si_puedes
  4. The Prince and the Prostitute - forever_bright
  5. Reward - Cashay

Without Plot

  1. Hold Your Breath - dedougal
  2. Interpretation of Love – quodpersortem
  3. Sensitive - BearHatter
  4. The Prada Tie - samspecter
  5. The Video - jaraismylife
  6. Ties - GoreBeeCormick
  7. We will not be using my tie for that - accol

BDSM (or “I’ll teach you a lesson” porn)

  1. Mr. (Hardass) Harvey Specter – MajicViolin
  2. Obedience - hardeight
  3. Step Two - jonius_belonius (Joni_Beloni)
  4. Riot or Revolution - forever_bright

Single Parent AU

Mike

  1. call me maybe – frozensight
  2. The Luck of the Draw - Enigmaforum
  3. Still I Fly – Anonymous

Harvey

  1. Friends? I’d Say Family – mockturtletale

School Time AU

Mike (or Harvey, or both) is the student

  1. Dedication to My Love WIP - writeaddict
  2. Five things to do before graduation – whittyrabbit
  3. Swingin’ in the Halls Serie – agrajag
    Swingin’ in the Hall
    Burn Brighter  

Harvey is the teacher and Mike his assistant

  1. Barely Legal WIP – Kitty Howell
  2. Dolce Far Niente - EvavH

Soulmates AU

  1. Imprimatur - Closer
  2. Something Stupid Like Fate – smartalli

Travels in Time

  1. all straight lines circle sometime – liketheroad
  2. Do You Harvey Specter… - Sairyn

Vampires AU

  1. 1500 Years – AngularNotions
  2. Five Times Mike Ross Was a Terrible Vampire and One Time He Wasn’t - ladyknightanka

Where Mike has different jobs – but he is NOT a lawyer (yet)

Barista/Coffee Shop

  1. Every Sunday They Go Back To Monday - rories
  2. Grande Soy Triple Dirty Chai – friskaz
  3. Incidental Music – turnyourankle
  4. Too Young For Me - Bontaque

Deliveryman

  1. Pizza-Verse Serie – Closer
    Pizza And A Movie
    The Secret Life Of Lawyers
    A Series Of Covert Disasters  

Doctor

  1. Fate’s Decree Serie – in_the_bottle
    A Bit Less Ordinary
    In Totidem Verbis
    From the Ashes
    Four First Impressions of Dr Michael Ross From the Ranks of Pearson Hardman
    Break Me With Ice
    Time Unfolds

Grocery Store/Cashier/Owner Store

  1. 20 Items or less – checkmatey
  2. No Shoes, No shirt – Hardwood_Studios
  3. Vinyl Advice Serie – mockturtletale
    Vinyl Advice: Stop, Look, Listen
    Vinyl Advice: Wrong From Right  
  4. Second Spin - machtaholic (cinderella81)

Hot Dog Guy

  1. Hot In the City - escribo

Nanny

  1. Falling In Love To The Sounds of the City – GotTheSilver

Photographer

  1. Unspoken - Sauffie
  2. Photoshoot - Aprilinparis92 (palombaggia)

Professional cuddler

  1. a life sentence (in your arms) - tattooedsiren

Tailor

  1. You’d Look Good On me – VerityFrancesB
  2. You’ve Got Me Now Under Your Thumb (Sequel of You’d Look Good On Me)– VerityFrancesB

Teacher

  1. In Love With The Teacher - Sauffie

Tennis

  1. untitled tennis star Mike ficlet – thatotherpery

Where the canon is almost canon and Mike is a REAL lawyer

  1. In the Air (And Breathing) - escribo
  2. Like Gravity - kaylin_neya
  3. Konkurrenz belebt das Geschäft Serie – FarAwayInWnderland
    Hear Me, I’m Calling Your Name
    Regret Is For Fools (And Sometimes For Me)
    I´m The Queen Bee And I´ll Make You Dance For Me
    Thoughts On The Matter
  4. Waiting Just For You - FarAwayInWonderland

Where the canon still “exists” but Mike is not a lawyer anymore

  1. all the way home – tattooedsiren
  2. by my side - tattooedsiren
  3. The Star Of His Own Halloween Special - team_freewill
  4. 7,776,000 - tattooedsiren
  5. 1 + 1 = (Sequel of 7,776,000) - tattooedsiren

Where the canon is canon but the Marvey is everywhere (or plot from the episodes)

  1. Working Toward Informed Consent between 1x02 - 1x05 – 1shinymess (magpie4shinies)
  2. Tied Together With An Easy Thread 1x07 – Stone_Princess
  3. Invincible 1x09 – BatSuitsCrazy (McDannon50)
  4. ex fide fiducia 2x01 - kim47
  5. Fallen face first into love 2x01 – flamyshine
  6. till the lights go out - foamskyandsea
  7. Indirect Kiss 2x02 - suitsfan
  8. The new best closer in the office 2x02 - flamyshine
  9. A little puppy in the big scary city 2x03 - flamyshine
  10. All You’re Giving Me Is Fiction 2x06 - anaeifly
  11. Tongue Tied 2x06 - nuspock
  12. I Could Not Kiss, Just Regress 2x07 - IrishFrenchy
  13. A romantic confession 2x12 - flamyshine
  14. 2x12
  15. Sometimes You Get What You Need 4x15 - inflowers
  16. The Deal 5x15- Sauffie
  17. Harvey/Mike - tattooedsiren

Marvey from other point of view

  1. Alphabet Suits - LaylaBinx
  2. Golden Threads – FarAwayInWonderland
  3. Donna Sees All – butterflycell
  4. Donna’s Intervention - oldsouls2302
  5. landmarks to a treasure - tattooedsiren
  6. My Give-A-Damn Clock Is Broken Between The Hours of 12am And 10pm - mistressofmythology
  7. The Care & Keeping of Harvey Specter’s Puppy – smartalli
  8. You Can Leave Your Hat On – laughter_now

ok like… fandom shit update b/c someone just asked me when one of my fics was getting a new chapter:

  • first priority rn is wrapping up this draft of my novel and that’s going faster than i thought it would be; once that’s done i’m sending it to my crit partners and i’m not gonna touch it for at least a couple weeks and i’m just going to just bide my time/stay sane by writing fic.
  • i’m also working on two fics for the macdennis fic exchange right now (and potentially more because we had seven people drop out on the last day of the exchange so there is… a lot of pinch hitting to be done
  • after that i’m gonna finish cover up the blind spots (the “mac manages an applebee’s in north dakota and meets brian lefevre” au); the only reason that’s not already done is b/c of the novel and pinch hitting duties. i’ve been chomping at the bit to just hyperfocus on this thing but duty calls lmao.
  • and THEN superhero au b/c i feel bad for just dumping the first chapter on ao3 and abandoning it… it is in progress and it will be fun
To do list

List of requests that I am working on, in no particular order:

  • Star Wars Headcanons:
    • EXO
    • SHINee
    • GOT7
  • Harry Potter Headcanons:
    • SHINee
    • GOT7
  • Percy Jackson Headcanons:
    • GOT7
  • Supernatural/Mythical Creatures Headcanons:
    • EXO
    • BTS
    • SHINee
    • GOT7
  • Mafia Headcanons (not related to my gangster AU):
    • EXO
    • BTS
    • SHINee
    • GOT7

I won’t be working on requests for the next week, because I am graduating a week from tomorrow and next week is finals. Because there is a lot to do, these are the only groups that I will be writing for. 

I hope that you are all doing well and good luck on your finals!

i was just watching gossip girl and I couldn’t help but think what if simon did something like that? it would be so funny like it wouldn’t be malicious or exposing people’s secrets, it would just end up being like a fan update blog like he’d post a picture of izzy, alec and jace on the rare night that they’re at pandemonium with the caption “rumour has it that the hottest siblings in NYC are partying it up in one of the city’s finest nightclubs. wonder how many hearts they’ll break tonight? xoxo” or a picture of magnus and luke with clary on a mission like “C, L and M working together? now this is the beginning of a dream team. xoxo” and it’s stupid and not even interesting gossip but for some reason his blog becomes really popular and downworlders love it, all of them gossiping about who’s behind it. simon only gets found out by magnus and alec when the three of them are at the loft one day and alec and magnus are staring all lovingly at each other and simon can’t help but take a photo but he accidentally uploads the photo to his blog and freezes when magnus’ phone pings with a notification and turns to look at simon with a smirk on his face “so you’re the downworlder’s version of gossip girl, huh?” and y'all know that magnus gets involved then, causing the website to become even more popular when a collage of photos are posted of raphael in different jackets with a caption along the lines of “a different jacket for each day? my my, have we just discovered the head of the new york clan’s kink? xoxo” or when alec sends a photo of jace looking like he’s just got out of bed, hair sticking in all different directions with his eyes half closed to magnus and he giggles and posts it “looks like even golden boy has his rough days, wonder how many hours it’ll take to fix that birds nest on his head? xoxo”. the others find out eventually, izzy and clary finding the whole thing amusing, Luke just shaking his head but still can’t help the smile on his face, jace complaining everytime magnus posts an unflattering photo of him “seriously magnus, everytime!”. (they’re quickly able to distinguish which posts are made by simon and which are made by magnus)

@drawgirldraw I can’t ;___; I haven’t drawn anything in weeks… I missed the update on Saturday. I’m just drawing the roughs and none of it is coming out right and I feel uncomfortable and frustrated. I also have to do this comic for the contest which has the deadline for the 28th and I haven’t worked on it in a while and I don’t know if I’ll get it done in time by this stage. I just hate everything right now. I just want to draw…

NEWS - Some updates!

Originally posted by a-sakuras

Hey guys! Thank you so much for continuing to support the blog by submitting, favoriting, and sharing content. The blog has continued to grow and I’m so happy to see that, especially since the blog is a year and a half old now. c: 

I’m always so happy to see new submissions and I’m grateful for your patience, as I haven’t been as active as I was when I first started the blog (and I kinda just let the birthday thing die really fast…) I’ve been working full-time and preparing to move to Japan to teach English this summer, so I have been (and will continue to be) very busy. Your submissions have helped me keep the blog alive!

My original goal was to have this blog become largely submission based over time and that idea is slowly gaining traction. If any of you ever wish to contribute to the blog, doesn’t hesitate, even if that means just sending me a link to a picture/gif set/series quote list and letting me take it from there. I’ll gladly post your content (and tag you unless you tell me you want to be anonymous)! 

I’m going to be posting submissions this week. I’m also going to be working on building a queue for the end of July/early August, since I may not have the internet for about a month or so when I first arrive in Japan…so submissions will be very helpful as that time comes closer! I’ll keep you guys updated on when I’m leaving and make sure the blog has enough content to stay active during that time!

Update

My commission roster is cleared up now! Thank you everyone for the amazing support and patience. ;; w ;;  I’m going to take a break before I open up commissions again, so I’ll probably have them open in June. I mainly want to focus on working on some personal work and some fanart. c:

super secret summer job

update: they offered me the position yesterday!!

now to answer your questions: the job is to be a senate page in the u.s. senate serving the democratic party for three weeks in july. i’ll live in d.c. for that time and work in the capitol building for senators with 29 other pages from other states across the country. and yeah, they’re paying me to do this (but honestly, i’d pay them if that’s what it took to get an amazing opportunity like this)